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junkissed · 1 year

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sounds of the season

day four of junkissed’s svt season’s greetings event

member — radio host!junhui x reader genre — fluff, college au word count — 1.7k synopsis — when your university’s radio show hosts a matchmaking event to raise money, you figure, what have you got to lose? the question you should be asking is, what have you got to gain? warnings — jun is so awkward but we love him, this is pretty dialogue-heavy sorry notes — lowercase intended. also i know nothing about how radio works so if i’m wrong just ignore it lol

this is part of @svthub's snowventeen winter collab! be sure to check out the collab masterlist here and support our talented writers! this collab contains both sfw and nsfw fics; minors dni with nsfw fics.

edit 12/27: i have added a part 2 on my nsfw blog @onlyhuis! it is smut so minors dni. you can read it here!

one reblog = one holiday song on the radio

“that’s the end of today’s program, everyone, thanks for tuning in. remember to sign up for our ‘matchmaking for charity’ event while you still can! for every successful match, we’re donating $20 to toys for tots, so be sure to get your application in so we can find you a special someone this december. link is on our instagram, and our website, sdu.caratsradio.org, go check it out.”

a different voice follows. “we’ve been sounds of the season on 111.7 fm, hosted by our very own communications undergrads. have a great weekend, sdu students! we’ll see you back here monday at six for more holiday tunes.”

jazz study music from the next hour’s program begins to play as you sigh, closing the tab on your computer open to the school’s website.

for the last few weeks you’ve been listening to shining diamond university’s student radio station; more specifically, you’ve been listening to the duo that hosts the holiday music hour every monday and friday at 6pm. the festive music puts you in a better mood, but what you’re really there for is the hosts’ voices. their tone is so calming, most days you like to turn on the station in the background while you do your homework. something about the way they speak helps you focus. whoever they are, you could listen to them talk for hours.

there’s probably pictures of the hosts somewhere on the website, but you haven’t gone looking for them. you’re a little afraid that realizing that they’re not just pretty voices on your laptop, and knowing that there’s real-life faces connected to them would ruin the experience. so for now, you’re content to just imagine their voices and let your brain fill in the blanks.

you’ve been tossing around the idea of signing up for their event back and forth in your mind for a while now. being matched with a stranger at school just sounds nerve wracking, but at this point, you haven’t got much to lose. the worst that could come out of it is another bad date. plus, it’s for charity. you don’t know exactly what the parameters of the event are, but even if it doesn’t work out with whoever you’re matched with, you figure you could always just act like it did so the charity still gets the money.

what the heck, you figure. maybe it’ll be fun.

a week after signing up you get an email with info about your match and instructions on when and where to meet him. on saturday at noon he’ll be at the far corner of the café in the campus dining hall wearing a white hat, and you’re told to wear something blue so you can recognize each other.

when you get to the dining hall, the guy sitting at the table in the far corner is… attractive, to say the least. you would even call him your type, if you knew anything about him besides the fact that you’re on a blind date with a randomly paired listener of the program.

“hey! you’re my match, right? i’m junhui.” he stands up, greeting you with a shy smile. he’s deceptively taller than he looks sitting down, and you take him in for a moment.

“yeah, that’s me! nice to meet you!”

“can i buy you coffee?” he asks eagerly. “um, or whatever they have at the coffee shop.”

“oh– sure!” you say. you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but you hadn’t been expecting him to be so polite. “thank you.”

“of course,” he smiles.

you stand in line together at the register, and you order a cheap drink off the menu. but as he’s telling the barista his order, something clicks.

“hold on, you sound… really familiar.” you squint, tilting your head. he takes the two cups from the barista and looks over at you, confused. all of a sudden the realization hits you, and your eyes widen. you’d know that voice anywhere. “wait, aren’t you–”

he nods sheepishly, handing you your drink. “yeah, i’m one of the radio hosts.”

holy shit. “that’s cool that you signed up for this too, though. did one of the comm professors match people, or was it random, or…?” you ask, trailing off to let him answer.

“no, me and jeonghan put the matches together. so it was on purpose.” his fingers toy with the cardboard sleeve of his coffee cup, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “would you hate me if i told you i matched us because i’ve had a crush on you since we had com101 together?”

“really?” you laugh. blush creeps into his cheeks. “honestly, i barely paid attention in that class, i only took it for the credits.” you stop, realizing how that must sound to him. “i mean, no offense! i wasn’t trying to be rude, i just–”

he shakes his head quickly. “i get what you meant. and, it was a pretty big class, so. easy to not know everyone.”

“why didn’t you say anything? i know i probably looked grumpy in that class, but i promise i’m not,” you say, adding a smile that you hope looks encouraging.

“no! it’s not you,” he rushes to explain. “i’m just not that great at talking to people.”

“but… you host a radio show?”

“it’s not the same. i’m not truly talking to anybody but jeonghan. there’s a monitor that shows us how many people are listening, but i ignore it.” he leans back in his chair. “i have to do it as part of one of my classes, but i actually really enjoy it now.”

you smile. “that’s good that you found something you like.”

he clears his throat, taking a small sip of his drink. “so, do you, um, listen often? you don’t have to say you do if you don’t, by the way, i won’t be offended. just curious.”

you debate lying to not expose yourself, but he looks so excited to hear that you can’t honestly tell him no. “actually, yeah. i listen almost every program. you have a really nice voice.”

the tips of his ears turn bright red, and immediately you feel awkward again. “sorry, is that weird to say?”

“that’s—no, not at all!” he stammers. “i think it’s a really big compliment. thank you.”

“yeah,” you add, not sure how to respond without making things weirder. you’re both silent for a second, the busy sounds of the dining hall’s café filling the room in the absence of words.

after an almost uncomfortable amount of silence passes, you laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “so, uh, what do we need to do for this to be considered successful?”

“huh?”

“for the charity thing. how do you decide what gets donated and what doesn’t?”

his focus snaps back to you. “oh! we’re donating for all the matches, even if they don’t work. we just said that as, like, an incentive so people would sign up.”

“oh.” you nod, thinking.

“did– did you want to leave?” he asks shyly. “i don’t wanna keep you here if you’re not enjoying it.”

“did you want to leave?” you counter.

“well… no,” he says. “but i don’t wanna force you.”

“you’re not, don’t worry,” you say, shaking your head. it’s awkward, for sure, but it’s far from the worst date you’ve ever been on. the least you could do is stick it out for another half hour or so.

“sorry this is so weird,” he laughs. “i don’t go out a lot.”

“it’s fine.” you smile at him, hoping he’ll relax a little. “is that why you signed up for this?”

“well, kinda,” he nods. “i was hoping i’d recognize somebody’s name and maybe make a new friend. but this is good, too.”

you fight the urge to frown, since it’s obvious he’s trying his best, but you’re confused at his statement. “what do you mean, ‘this’?”

“i… don’t know. what do you think this is?”

“a date,” you say simply.

“oh!” he says, fiddling with his cup again.

“is that what you want this to be?” you ask gently.

“i– yeah, that would be really cool,” he grins, nodding. “a date.”

you smile at his enthusiasm. he’s cute, and his personality is, too.

“so, what’s working at a radio station like?” you pry. having finally been able to meet the man behind the voice you’ve heard so much of, you can’t say you’re not more than a little curious about who he is.

“oh, yeah, you like hearing me talk, sorry,” he says. your face heats in embarrassment, but before you can defend yourself, he continues on. “um, it’s pretty fun. the machinery’s pretty cool, the microphones and stuff. makes me feel like a professional singer or something. even though it’s more just choosing music to play than me actually talking.”

he looks up. “you can come by while we’re live sometime, if you want,” he says. “the studio’s really nice, they have beanbag chairs and somebody always brings snacks.”

“is that allowed?”

“sure! you can be my special guest,” he grins. “only if you want,” he adds a second later, as if he’s just thought of something.

you smile warmly. “it sounds fun. i’d love to.”

his face lights up. “great! can you come monday? we’re announcing the results of the matchmaking thing then.”

“i’ll be there.”

he pauses. “is this… a second date?” he asks tentatively. god, he’s adorable.

“yes, this is a second date,” you giggle.

he stands up. “should i walk you to your car? or is that too much?”

he holds the door open for you as you step outside.

you laugh. “no, my apartment’s on campus, i just walked here. but thank you for the offer, you’re really sweet. and thanks for the coffee, too.”

it might be because of the chilly december weather, but his cheeks seem a little pinker than before. “no problem,” he grins. “i’ll see you monday, i guess? for another date?”

“i’ll see you monday,” you confirm with a smile.

he waves, still grinning, and pulls out his phone. as you start to walk away, you hear his voice from behind you, “hannie, dude, you won’t believe what just happened!!”

you giggle to yourself. you can’t wait til monday.

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hanafubukki · 7 months

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General Lilia YEES ! Thank you for this I loved it 😭 wild cat Lilia, him meeting and slowly open up to his future time traveler wife, poor Baul being like "Heck- What is happening here ?", Dawny already whipped for Y/n, Y/n being a badass girl but in a rough situation...

"You told me you will be in my future. You better keep that promise" My heart- If he kidnapped us on the spot I wouldn't say no, but he's a fine man so he didn't 😭

Bet the discussion with the Draconia couple will be fun- Meleanor being like "What took you so much time ? We even need to send people for your weak being" and Levan just go have a personal discussion after and ended up a simp.

Lilia: Levan. I need advise. There is the annoying girl-

Levan: A girl ? You like her ?

Lilia: Yea- No- Not the topic ! So. She told me I will be part of her future.

Levan: Oh ! She sure know what she wants. Meleanor told me something similar when she asked my hand.

Lilia: Listen ! But, when I asked her to go with me. She said no. I know, we are really different, and she must have friend and family she cannot leave. But the people around her clearly don't see her worth ! Well. No. There is this guy. Who see too much of her worth if you want my thought.

Levan:....Okay. Start with the beginning. My ears are entierely open for this matter. I want to know everything.

- 🦋 Anon

(Fanfic References: Part 1, Specifically referring to: Part 2 )

[Ask References: Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3, Ask 4, Ask 5, Ask 6, Ask7,]

Hello 🦋 Anonie,

I'm so happy you loved it! 💚💕🥰 I can't explain to you just how much this fic just took hold of me and kept going and going, and the different routes kept changing too. I really love how it turned out 🥰

I especially loved incorporating little things YN learned along in her adventures, such as lock picking and self defense. Dawny caring for YN was planned from the get go, but Baul appearing later on came about later. Which I love because I like to mess with him too.

"You said you would be in my future." and "You better keep that promise." lines is what drove this fic. It's what I knew I wanted to add and have it center around with YN and Lilia. Another fun fact: "I will be" and "I will." are purposely written that way, but Lilia doesn't realize exactly what that means yet and ahhhh, I just adore the little intricacies.

Meleanor being the older sibling she is and just making fun of him is hilarious. She knew he would be fine and would come back eventually. He is too stubborn to die. Lilia is trying his best not to smack talk back, he still has wounds that are almost healed after all.

I love how Levan is in the fan club. He's the one out here supporting his OTP and wants to know the whole tea, especially seeing how Lilia is obviously infatuated with this girl.

Levan was already interested in YN because of the fact that Lilia was interested in her and she 'proposed' to him like his wife did. But what really got his interest was the fact that Lilia sounded jealous.

Lilia, the wild cat, this overly arrogant fellow General. He's jealous and he's jealous of another human nonetheless. Oh, how interesting this all is.

(I can imagine Levan internally laughing his head off when he realizes the competitor for YN is the Knight of Dawn. Also, I can see Levan now think of ways this Human Vs Fae war can be stopped, so Lilia can pursue his love life 🥹😂)

#answered #anonie ask #🌺🦋Anon🌺#lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn #meleanor draconia #levan draconia

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writingjourney · 6 days

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I’m in need of some advice and kind words. As a fellow writer I’m really struggling to believe people will and want to read my stuff. There’s no real engagement anymore and I’m worried that if I post my long-form fic that no one will give it a chance. It’s really bringing me down because I love it so much but it feels like no matter what I try to do my stuff just doesn’t get seen or liked? I’ve even thought about changing my entire way of how I do things since I don’t think the way I write is working for the masses. How do you keep up the motivation as a popular writer and do you have an advice?

Hello anon!! I feel like this is something many of us currently deal with. And first of all I seriously hope that you do share your story!! ♡

To be completely honest with you the lack of engagement in the fandom has for sure impacted my own motivation which is why I haven't been putting as much time into longer fics (nor the Friday Nights series or IKNBS, I do write but I refuse to force myself). I don't feel any urgency because uploading fics hasn't made me as happy as it used to. It feels like only other active writers are reading fic atm and it creates a lot of pressure on creatives to stay super active.

I'm aware that I'm insanely privileged to have the engagement that I do have, that the type of stories I want to write are also the type of stories that generally seem to appeal. However, engagement tells you NOTHING about the quality of your work, only how many people are active in a fandom or like a specific pairing/character/trope. Your own unique voice matters more than numbers.

I also notice that a lot of people who used to read my works have disappeared which I completely understand. The fixation can ebb away during times of inactivity or when a certain hype dies down. People just don't get that dopamine hit anymore and move on. It's also entirely possible they get tired of a certain style of writing and prefer other writers at times, what do I know. I definitely don't blame anyone for that. First and foremost people should read for their own enjoyment and engage with fandom in a way that makes them happy. It makes no sense to pressure people into engaging. A huge issue right now is people overthinking these things which makes support transactional instead of genuine.

I don't care much about notes but I REALLY miss the feeling of sharing a fic with people who are excited for it, that sense of an active community. BUT the activity will come back – the movie will come out, new music and videos, heck even a whole new Papa!!! That's the natural flow of things. We can't be excited and super active all the time, we need phases of calmness as well (which is an act of rebellion in the capitalist hellscape of overproduction and churned out content. I am honestly glad Ghost is taking it easy).

Now, I recommend you write your story exactly how you want to!!! do NOT change it for the sake of popularity because it will lose its very soul and you will struggle to be happy with it by the end. You know how you want to tell your story and nothing else matters. It will find its readers or you can wait and share it at a later point. I recommend that you approach other writers and readers and intensify that contact, make friends and talk to them about your stories, hype each other up, share snippets. It's even more meaningful to know people you like enjoy what you do. I am currently working on super niche fics for non-Ghost characters and I'm honestly having a great time chasing that dopamine by just writing what I'm really into and sharing it with friends. Fandom is community, fandom is fun and we can work to make it better for everyone.

A few general tips when it comes to making stories accessible: Format them to be readable (paragraphs!!), add a "read more" break, add proper content information and a nice summary to draw people in, add some visual appeal like a banners or stock image edits (like i do for IKNBS) and then tag the fics with relevant tags (and only those). Also make sure to tag the OG post, tags on reblogs do nothing for reach. Engage with the community when you feel like it and it's likely that the community will engage back. Being supportive is worth it, being kind is always worth it even if it amounts to nothing.

#your fear is valid and wanting engagement is valid!!!#but don’t let it stop you from writing :)#asks #anon

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winterrrnight · 10 months

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okay girlboss i know as we discussed you have lotssss of WIP's but i come to you with a request anyways;

rafe x pogue!reader based on "want you back" by maisie peters. here are some lyrics from that song that make me absolutely need this fic and i know you're gonna agree:

"so i know, that you did bad, but if one more person says it i might go mad." (like HELLO THIS IS SO RAFE CODED ARE YOU KIDDING)

"and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had" (ALSO THIS ONE YUPPPP)

bonus: "til' you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text, i read it like a bible and i wore it like a bulletproof vest" (bc this is so cute)

thank you for your time and consideration bestieeee

thank you for the request bff! It definitely took me some time but here we gooo we finally have it! I hope you enjoy and it's up to your expectations <3

want you back

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x pogue!gn!eader

SUMMARY: Rafe finally gets to reunite with the one who made him feel happy and loved after their heartbreaking time away from each other.

WARNINGS: starts off angsty but ends fluffy, swearing, alcohol, drugs, anxiety, kissing, OBX spoilers + ignore any small grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I LOVE a good angst moment! Its like venting out all the emotions that bother me. Why go to therapy when you can write angsty fics?

Some canon events of Rafe are referred to in this fic, but we still get soft Rafe as we move on in the fic :) live laugh love soft Rafe 🤭🤭

Please like and/or reblog to show your support! Feedback is highly appreciated 🌼

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You let out a little scream when you suddenly feel Rafe's arms around your waist, lifting you up from the ground. You grasp onto his neck tightly, and just keep on laughing as Rafe runs with you in his arms.

He comes to a stop just before the sand ends and the water starts. He sets you down on the ground, and both of you sit down, the water washing up to your feet occasionally.

It's midnight, the moon is out, the water is rippling softly, and you're sitting next to the person who makes you smile as bright as the stars.

Life can't get more perfect.

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"So what, you're just going to leave me now? Whatever we had, it doesn't matter to you anymore?" You yell, tears brimming in your eyes.

"It's not like we were really together you know, you didn't exactly tell people I'm your boyfriend!" Rafe says back, his eyes as teary as yours.

He's right, what you had was more of a situationship. You never labelled him as your boyfriend, heck, you were always confused on what to call him each time you introduced him to people. What you had was too deep to be labelled as 'friendship', but in the back of your mind you were always scared on how things might change if you asked him to be your boyfriend.

"Whatever it may be Rafe! Didn't you feel happy with me? I know I was the happiest with you around." You take a step closer to him, but he takes one back, keeping the distance the same between you two. "You're gonna just leave me because you think me, a pogue, can't date you, a kook? When will we grow past this? Why are you letting a stupid class label decide if you and me should be together or not?"

Tears are now streaming down your face, staining your cheeks as the went down. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your head is pounding with a headache. But you ignore it all. You just want Rafe.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Rafe whispers, as he opens the door of your house and leaves. You want to run after him, stop him from leaving you, but your feet are glued to the ground. Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you on your knees begging him to stay? You hear the engine of his car revving, and from the open door, you see him drive to the horizon.

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Since Rafe left you that night, you haven't seen him even once. It's been around two months, and you returned to your regular pogue lifestyle with your best friends: nothing to lose, everything to gain.

The biggest problem you have at hand is to find El Dorado before Singh does. It's been the only thing everyone has been able to talk about, especially after the return of Big John. You've been extremely devoted to this hunt, but every now and then, your mind slips back to you and Rafe.

You aren't sure with whom you can open up about this entire situation with. You've only been digging your emotions deeper and deeper in you, and you're afraid one day you'll just pop with all your pent up emotions.

All of you are sitting around a bonfire, and JJ comes and passes all of you some drinks. You really feel like drinking today, to not feel something and set your heart free for just a while.

But how were you supposed to know that with the alcohol buzzing in your system you will feel every emotion exponentially?

You had downed a number of cups of alcohol, a lot more than everyone else. Everyone except JJ was extremely concerned for you; all JJ did was just peg you on because you don't consume alcohol very often.

"I just miss him so much!" You say, wailing. Alcohol has spread all throughout your body, and you just have this urge to let out every single emotion.

You had popped.

"It's okay," Kiara says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and trying her best to comfort you.

"It's not Kie!" You remove her arm from you and get up from you position on the sand. You just want him right now, you want him to wrap his arms around you, kiss your forehead and whisper the sweetest nothings in your ears.

"Why do you even miss him so much?" John B says. "He just ruined everything for us. Especially when he stole the cross from Pope. And he left you because he thinks you aren't the right class. Do you not see how messed up this is?"

"Can you stop saying shit about him?" You snap. "I know what he did okay? But I was the one who got to see the vulnerable side of him. The side of him which only cared for the two of us. We could've been something, you know? But this ridiculous treasure hunt of yours just got in the way."

John B starts to get riled up at your words. He knows you wouldn't say half these things if it isn't for the alcohol in your body, but he cannot help but feel angry on how you are blaming him for everything that happened.

"Oh so now it's my fault? Rafe was never supposed to stick his nose in this! The cross is Pope's family history, and it belongs to him. Rafe's just a greedy person who only cares about the money. We wanted to preserve Pope's heritage." John B snaps back at you. Sarah comes in between the two of you, fearing any more traction.

"John B, leave this matter alone okay?" She whispers to him, and tries to get him aside. Sarah looks at you sympathetically, she knows you'll regret everything you've just said when you'll get sober. She now walks up to you.

"We need to get you to bed right now okay?" She tried to look at you in your eyes, but you dodge them. Sarah motions to JJ and Pope towards you, and they both come up, taking one each of your arms and to lead you to your place.

When you three reach your house and JJ lays you down in bed, you feel tears forming in your eyes. "I really miss him J," you sniffle, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. He looks at you with a sorrowful look on his face. JJ hates Rafe's guts, especially after how horribly he treated you, but he hates to see his best friend in this situation even more.

"You'll be fine," he says softly. "You're the strongest person I know, and you'll be okay." You let his words sink in you, as your mind starts to slowly drift off to sleep.

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Rafe is nervously pacing around his room, his teeth chewing away on his nails. The anxiety is spreading around like plague in his mind, and he just cannot get to stop thinking about it.

A deal he made with someone to sell some of the melted gold of the cross headed towards a direction he was not expecting. He's tried to think out a way out of this, but nothing seems to be the right solution.

Oh, only if you were there with him. You would softly run your fingers through his head and massage his scalp. "It's all going to be okay," you would mumble to him. And each time you told him that, everything did turn out to be okay. But right now you aren't there with him. And he craves you right now more than anything.

With a sudden impulsiveness, he gets his phone and finds your contact. His finger hovers over your name, does he take the risk of calling you or just forgets about it all?

He knows no one will approve of it. After all, you're a pogue. You have no place with all the kooks with their big mansions and their Maseratis in their backyards. But he longed you, he longed for your touch.

The last thing that Rafe cared about was you being a pogue. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was you. But everyone else got to his head and made him believe you just don't belong with him.

"Are you sure you want to be with that filthy Pogue? After all, you may end up losing all your money." They would say, referring to how you're only with him because you care about the money he has.

"You don't belong with a pogue, Rafe. Come on man you're better than this." They would say, connecting a string of bad words with your name.

"What would everyone say? Did you even think about your reputation? You are a Cameron for god's sake." They would say, deeming you unworthy.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. He knows he needs you more than anything else right now. Letting his spontaneity take over, he clicks on your contact.

His heart beats fast as he hears the ringing through the phone. And it almost stops when you pick up.

"Hello?" You say, groggily. You were just taking a nap and getting a call right in between wasn't what you wanted. You didn't even see who called you, you just accepted the call with your eyes almost closed.

"Uh, hey," Rafe says. You immediately sit up in bed. Why is Rafe calling you?

"Rafe?" You say. At this point, Rafe almost feels like melting. He hasn't heard your voice in months, and the sweetness of your voice is something he missed a lot. Everything starts to feel so much to him, and tears start to stream their way down as he sniffles silently.

"Rafe, are you crying? Are you okay?" You're now completely awake, ready to jump off the couch if he wants you there with him.

"Yeah, uh, I'm okay." He says, wiping off his tears. But that's pretty much useless, he just keeps on melting more and more on hearing you. Oh how he missed your voice.

There is a silence between you two, and you can hear each other's soft breathing. You missed him, you missed him a lot. You hated hearing everyone say he's a horrible person; you saw a side of him he never shows anyone. He made you feel so special, and now you feel like digging yourself in a hole, because you wish you weren't so afraid to ask him to be something more when you had the chance.

"I miss you," you blurt, not expecting it to happen. Rafe, on the other end, hears those words with widened eyes.

You miss him? He thought you probably hate his guts for the way he left you.

But you couldn't hate him. How can you hate the only person who made you feel complete?

"I miss you more," Rafe whispers. The tears don't stop, they keep on coming down like two waterfalls. He doesn't want them to stop either. He's finally feeling something. It had been way too long of being numb, not knowing what feeling is striking him.

You have had enough. You get up from your couch and start to make your way out of your house. "Rafe, are you at your home?"

Rafe gets confused on those words. "Yeah, why?"

You get out of your house and close the door behind you.

"I'm coming over."

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You reach outside Tannyhill, and take in its view. You haven't seen it in so long, and you'd almost forgotten how big it is. You step up onto the porch, your heart beating very fast. Before you can ring the bell, the door opens and you see Rafe.

The world stops spinning. Rafe has buzzed all his hair off, but when you look in his eyes, all you see is emptiness. They've lost the charm which made you fall for him in the first place.

Rafe looks at you with utter shock. You've gone so pale; all the color is drained from your face. There are eyebags under your eyes, and you look extremely tired.

Without thinking anything, you run into his arms. His gentle touch, his soothing words, his relaxed breathing, all remind you of one thing: home. He's everything home is. His familiar scent immediately calms you down, and you start to sob, which becomes more and more violent with each passing second.

You drop down on your knees with Rafe still holding you. You can't believe you had almost started living a life without him in it. You had almost lost the one person who understood you without you having to say anything.

Rafe finds himself breaking inside on seeing you in this condition. He's the cause of it, if he wouldn't have given into the peer pressure of leaving you so easily, he would never have to see this day.

"I'm so so sorry bubs," he says, hugging you so tightly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "I'm so very sorry. This happened all because of me."

"Sweets-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Listen to me first, please." He pleads. "I never intended to do that to you. I hate to say this, but I was pressured to leave you. Everyone put this thought in my head that I don't belong with you solely because you're a pogue. They got to my head. That's the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I don't care you're a pogue. I wanted to make you mine, but before I can do that I left you, ghosted you completely. I'm so sorry, I promise to never leave you again."

You look at him with your red, rheumy eyes. The side which made you fall in love with him; his vulnerable side, is showing again and you are just breaking apart from the inside. Oh, how you missed the way he held you so close to him.

You softly hold his face in your hands and press your lips against his. You trace his lips with yours as you move closer to him, his arms snaked around your waist so tightly; he won't let you go again.

You missed the feeling of his lips on your own, the slight taste of the cigarettes he smokes lying on them. You missed your skin against his, the warmth radiating from his body to yours and making you all fuzzy on the inside.

Rafe will never leave you again. He will kill the one who says you don't deserve to be his, because no one in the world deserves you more than he does.

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My Sister's Friend (Leah Williamson x Reader)

A/N: Hello! I've got another fic with a new player, so we'll see how it goes. The idea came from this prompt, and I chose just to make reader Alex's sister. Hope you like it!

The stadium was loud, almost shaking with sheer excitement and energy as the minutes ticked down. Chloe had just scored England’s second goal, the potential game-winner, and all of England was currently holding their breath. Each second that passed was that much closer to victory.

A voice you recognized all too well had garnered your attention. Your eyes were drawn to your screaming girlfriend as she shouted at the ref to blow her whistle. Shaking your head, you could barely hold in your laugh as you saw that there was still about five minutes left of the game with any extra time to play as well. Your girlfriend could be a little ridiculous at times.

Turning, you made eye contact with Leah’s mother who was right next to you and you both shared a knowing smile. The older woman reached down to grip your hand, helping to ground the two of you as the nerves for the blonde centerback refused to settle.

Finally, after an eternity, the final whistle blew. You and Leah’s family were screaming and yelling, absolutely thrilled for your team and your country. You hugged everyone around you as you saw all of the English players rush the field in celebration.

Eventually, after much fanfare Leah had come over after the trophy ceremony. You stood off to the side, giving Leah a moment to celebrate with her family.

"Now, how did you manage to get a seat all the way over here," Leah teased, a joke that she had used up all her comp tickets for her family and didn’t have one for you.

"Perks of your sister working in sports, I guess," as Leah stepped up to you, your hands went straight to her face, wiping the few stray tears from her eyes. “I am so fucking proud of you, Leah.”

"Couldn't have done it without your support," Leah said softly, her eyes shimmering with more unshed tears.

At those words, you fully embraced her, arms tight around her neck as you felt her arms slipping around your waist. She had tucked her head into the crook of your neck, and you allowed her to hide, your presence momentarily blocking out all of the loud cheering in the stadium. It gave her a second to breathe.

Discreetly, you pressed a kiss to her hair, holding her close, providing the safe haven your girlfriend had been deprived of since she had to leave you for the Euros.

You and Leah had originally met through your sister many years ago. You had grown up following Alex everywhere, just wanting to be around her. The almost twelve year age gap between the two of you never kept you apart. In fact there were times you really felt like Alex was a second mother to you. The two of you could share laughs and stories, but she was also there to support and raise you.

As Alex continued to rise in the ranks both for club and country, you sat back admiring and idolizing her. She was one of your best friends and you couldn’t be prouder to call her your sister.

During her last spell at Arsenal, Alex had decided to introduce you to one of her teammates that she talked about all the time. She really thought you two would get along as Alex admired the heck out of this younger girl, knowing that she was destined for big things.

She also wanted you to make friends with her teammates. With how much time you and Alex spent together, it was inevitable that you would spend time with the team as well, and she wanted to make sure you had a good friend on your side.

Fortunately, the two of you had hit it off immediately. Not only were the two of you the same age, but you also had lots in common. She got your humor and it was nice to have someone who also got along with your sister so well.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to grow close, always texting or talking to each other. Sleepovers became a common thing whenever you were in town. Leah was easily your best friend, and you were hers. And while you both denied it when people mentioned it, there was surely a lot of flirty banter between you two.

“How’s it feel, superstar?” she rolled her eyes at the nickname and it just caused your smile to grow larger.

“It feels unreal, like it hasn’t properly sunk in yet,” she answered honestly, her hand going to your side, shyly holding your hand, trying to downplay your interactions in front of such a large crowd.

The relationship wasn't quite a secret. Pretty much everyone on both her club and national team knew, as did Leah's family. The two of you just never got around to telling your family as she was afraid news would travel back to your sister, and until then you couldn’t even think about letting it loose to the public.

It wasn't really your choice to keep this a secret from Alex. Leah was just afraid of how one of her best friends would feel when she found out the blonde decided to date her younger sister.

Leah knew first hand how protective Alex was of people she loved, and honestly the blonde was afraid to be on the receiving end of a shovel talk from anyone in the Scott family.

"I really want to kiss you right now," Leah admitted, her cheeks dusted a soft pink, which had you smiling like an idiot.

"I wouldn't stop you," you said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before slowly sliding down to mess with the medal around her neck.

"But your sister is here," Leah reminded you, her eyes flickering up to the press box where your sister was most likely cheering with the camera crew.

"You just captained England to their first win in a major competition, and you're still scared of my sister," you raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, shut up,” Leah dropped your hand and playfully pushed your shoulder. “I know better than to get on the bad side of the Scott women.”

“Hmmm, very smart of you,” you reached down, recapturing her hand, playing with the tips of her fingers. Before you could say anything more, Leah was being waved over by staff and teammates to head inside.

Reluctantly, you let go, “I’ll see you after, yeah?”

You nodded, watching her go with a small pep in her step.

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As you waited with your sister and Leah’s family for the Lionesses to come out to celebrate, you took some time to consider how you had gotten to this place. In a place where you were happy with your job, surrounded by people you loved, with an amazing girlfriend who loved you. The last few years really were a whirlwind.

You should have expected yourself to fall victim to the loving your best friend trope. She was just one of the best people you’ve ever known, how could you not have feelings for her. Feelings you weren’t sure were reciprocated. Not knowing what to do without ruining your friendship, you decided to play the long game, waiting in the wings until Leah gave you a sign that she was undoubtedly interested in you.

Unfortunately for you, your plans for the long game went on for far too long because before anything could come of them, Leah had confessed to having a crush on her teammate, Jordan Nobbs. Shortly after the blonde’s confession, the two of them had started dating.

It crushed you, but you put on a brave face. Well, at least you tried to. At the beginning, you felt like you were doing a good job, but as you watched Leah fall in love with the midfielder, you felt your heart cracking.

Before your heart broke fully, you decided it was best for you to put a little distance between you and Leah. So you decided to fly across the pond to attend college and study at the University of California, Los Angeles.

Unlike your sister Alex, you never found the same passion for soccer. You had grown up playing but more so for fun then for the dream of playing professionally. Instead, you had gone into media production, really taking a liking to a concentration in the sports industry, specifically women's soccer. And UCLA provided you the perfect opportunity to explore that.

Admittedly, it was probably cowardice on your part that you had kept the decision secret from Leah until just a few days before you were set to leave. And by then, she was already too busy with the start of the new season and her relationship with Jordan. To say she was upset with you for keeping that from her would be a huge understatement.

In fact, Leah had gone complete radio silence on you for months. While it hurt, it probably was for the best because it allowed you to process and move on from your broken heart.

It took almost six months for Leah to call you. You had a feeling that your sister had played a part in her reaching out, which you were secretly grateful for because you knew you couldn’t be the person to initiate contact.

By this time, you were able to handle the interactions better than before. It didn’t hurt as much to think about her with Jordan. It still hurt, but it was much duller than before, enough that you could ignore the feeling and be her best friend again. There was a noticeable shift in your friendship though.

Leah was still oblivious to your feelings, and you didn't blame her when she wanted to tell you all about her and Jordan's blossoming relationship. But in order to protect your heart, you were sure to steer clear of any Jordan talks, slyly redirecting the conversation whenever the blonde mentioned the midfielder. If Leah noticed, she never said anything.

The entire four years you were in California, you hadn’t seen Leah, always just missing her whenever you made the rare trip home for holiday breaks. The two of you did talk more than before though, sporadic texts and long phone calls when time permitted.

After graduating, you made the journey home, deciding it was time to work closer to family, really missing your mom and siblings.

With Alex's help and connections you were easily able to find work. It happened pretty quickly as you were soon hired as one of Arsenal's content creators, which was both a blessing and a curse.

With the new job came your long awaited reunion with Leah, which was full of joy and relief. But it also put you in the middle of her and Jordan's on-again-off-again relationship.

Now that you were back to seeing each other in person again, Leah was much more aware of your feelings toward her and Jordan. She noticed how quiet you would get whenever Jordan was around or how you'd find some excuse to leave. It confused her, and she hated that you all couldn’t hang out together.

She had tried so hard to have you two get along, but it never happened. Things were just so awkward, and she found herself having to split her time between the two of you.

Following Jordan and Leah’s final breakup, you had stuck by her side, comforting her throughout. Shortly after the breakup, there was a possible moment between the two of you where things had teetered on the line of friends and something more, but you had put a quick stop to it. You couldn’t and wouldn’t be her rebound after such a long and significant relationship in her life.

Leah had respected that, and pulled back a bit, needing to work through the grief of her failed relationship.

When the pandemic hit, the two of you had quarantined together. At this point, things were much better between the two of you. You were back to being flirty, almost taking things to the next level on multiple occasions, but chickening out at the last minute. Things could get testy at times with being around each other almost 24/7, but this time had solidified your feelings for the blonde centerback.

It was just the beginning of this year, New Year’s to be exact, that things finally changed between the two of you. When the clock struck midnight, signaling the new year, Leah had boldly pulled you into her arms and planted a firm kiss on your lips.

You had reciprocated almost immediately, and the rest was history. Now, you were here cheering her on as she made history.

The moment the Lionesses made their entrance, the party was in full swing. All you could really remember was that there was a lot of dancing and a lot of alcohol.

Leah always tended to be careful around you when Alex was present. She never outright avoided you because that would definitely be suspicious, but she was much more careful with her touches.

Because of this, you distanced yourself from your girlfriend at times, turning towards her teammates and your friends for entertainment. You had your fun dancing with Georgia and Ella, talking and drinking with Lucy, or singing along with Rachel.

Needing a break, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. It was on your way back from the bathroom when you felt a hand tugging you down the hall.

When she finally stopped, your girlfriend was standing in front of you, her lip between her teeth, a sign she wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to say it.

"What's wrong, babe?" you asked, your hands going up to the side of her neck, your thumbs rubbing up and down to soothe her.

"I want to tell Alex about us," she said, not looking at you as the words came out.

While you had been waiting forever to hear her say this, the fact that she was looking anywhere but at you made you unsure. You didn’t want to push her into anything, "Are you sure? I was joking earlier about you being scared of Alex, so we don't have to do this if you're not ready."

"No, I want to. I'm ready,” she stated decisively, drawing your hands away from where they were resting on your neck. She brought them down in between the two of you, swinging them back and forth. “This is supposed to be one of the best moments of my life and right now I just want to hold you and dance with you in front of everyone. Even if it makes your sister want to kill me.”

“She won’t kill you, I won’t let her,” you said, agreeing to unleash the secret as your heart was about to burst with happiness.

With a confidence you were sure was slightly spurred on by the alcohol, Leah led you back into the party, straight in the direction of your sister who was currently talking to Jill and Ellen.

"Can we talk to you?"

A bit surprised, Alex nodded, bidding Jill and Ellen a quick farewell as she followed the two of you to a slightly quieter part of the room. The three of you stared at one another as no one knew where to start.

“Y/N and I are dating. She’s my girlfriend,” you almost choked at Leah’s direct approach. You thought your girlfriend would have eased into the conversation first.

The silence that the two of you were met with was nerve wracking. Sadly, you felt Leah slowly deflating next to you the longer the silence dragged on. You were just about to jump in and speak on her behalf when your sister sent you a blinding smile.

“Congratulations!” she shouted, throwing an arm around each of your shoulders, “I’m so happy for you two!”

“You’re not mad?” Leah quickly asked, this reaction being the opposite of what she had been expecting.

"I mean, personally I've been waiting for this since I first introduced you two," Alex confessed, her ulterior motives finally out to the world. “Why do you think I wanted you two to meet in the first place?”

Both yours and Leah's jaw dropped at the revelation.

"What? You’ve got to be joking me," Leah said, stepping out from under Alex’s hold, her mind blown. She paced back and forth for a bit as she tried to wrap her mind around this new information.

“I was rooting for the two of you from the start. I knew it was going to take some time, but I didn’t think it was going to take this long,” Alex continued saying, her arm still hanging over your shoulder as the other hand went to cup your cheek. “I knew she’d be good for you.”

“Really?” you asked, your eyes a little teary as you made eye contact with Alex who seemed genuinely happy at the news.

“Of course. I only want the best for you and for you to be happy,” you embraced your sister tightly as her words hit you full force.

“Thank you!” you whispered in her ear, "Love you."

"Love you too," she replied, letting you go.

Squaring up her shoulders, Alex stepped in front of Leah, effectively stopping the younger girl's pacing. Despite the earlier approval, Leah immediately straightened up, stiff as a board as she waited for Alex to speak.

“Now as much as I want to give you the full protective sister talk, I'll hold back for now since this is your time to celebrate, Leah," Alex said, laying a calm hand on the other girl's shoulder, relaxing the blonde. "But make no mistake, you hurt her, and I'll come for you."

Leah nodded her head in understanding, "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Okay, now off you go. Go celebrate with your mates," Alex said, shooing you two away.

You both hugged Alex, promising to meet up later for lunch or something very soon. With a small wave, you and Leah went to join her teammates on the dance floor.

"Well that was much easier than I expected," Leah mused as she pulled you up against her.

"I told you she wouldn't kill you," you chuckled, finally reveling in not having to hide your girlfriend from your family.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Just dance with me, would you?"

Even with the music pumping, you couldn't help but get lost in being here with your girlfriend, celebrating a dream she had been harboring since she was a child.

“You're about to be even more famous than ever before. You won't forget me now, will you?” you tried joking, but a small part of your insecurities did show.

“Never,” Lead stated adamantly, drawing you in as close as possible, “I love you.”

Leaning in, you barely managed to whisper an, “I love you, too,” before Leah’s lips were placed over yours. The feeling of her after such a long time without was heavenly.

It was always hard to remember where you were when Leah was kissing you. Almost as if every thought went straight out the window. So even though you were vaguely aware of some of her teammates yelling and cheering her on, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Now that the important people in your life knew about your relationship, you didn't want to hide anymore. You just deepened the kiss, feeling like you were on cloud nine.

“Hands where I can see them, Leah!” Alex shouted from a few feet away.

Slightly embarrassed, your girlfriend slipped her hands out of the shirt she had been carefully inching up.

"It's you and me, yeah?" She whispered as she hid her face in your neck.

You nodded, "Yeah. It's you and me."

The two of you danced the night away, calling it early so you could properly celebrate alone in her room. You both pretended to not see Alex’s reaction as Leah led you out of the room to many of her teammates' hoots and hollers.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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spaceoddball1969 · 1 year

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Teach Me - Part 2 (18+)

Hey there all! It has been a minute and I apologize. I had a really fucked up end of my semester and did not have the brain capacity to work on this fic. I will be trying to update this a bit more often from now on but honestly no promises. Also happy holidays! Whatever you celebrate this time of year, I hope you have had a good holiday season and enjoy this little gift of mine to you! Also

PLOT SUMMARY: The reader and Eddie begin to develop their relationship. The reader has a choir concert coming up with her students and Eddie might just feel the need to go to it??? Also like some seriously sexy things may or may not happen in this chapter. They most definitely are going to happen so if you’re under 18 you gotta get the heck out of here. Sorry, but please leave. This is going to be fluffy and smutty and just sappy because damn after the shit I experienced these last few weeks I really need something sappy to restore my faith in humanity. Also please excuse any typos - it’s late.

WARNINGS: Smut, penetrative sex, nipple play, aftercare, fluff, making out. 18+

It had been three weeks since I had stayed at Eddie’s after the Hellfire Club meeting. We had been casually seeing each other in that time, but it had mostly been quick coffees or rushed lunches during my break at the school. My work was keeping me busy as we were getting ready for our first choir concert at the high school. It was a musical theater cabaret show and I eager to show off how talented my students were to the school community. I was honestly doing fine in terms of anxiety until I was having lunch with Eddie in my office one day and he happened to notice the promotional poster I had made for the concert sitting on my desk.

“What’s this?” he asked, picking it up.

“The poster for the choir concert next week,” I said, shoveling a bite of my sandwich into my mouth.

“You have a choir concert next week?” he asked, setting the poster down.

“Yeah, it’s Thursday,” I said.

“And you didn’t tell me about it?” Eddie asked, picking at the chips in the bag he had bought from the vending machine.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come,” I said. “It’s just a high school choir concert,”

“But it’s your high school choir concert,” Eddie said, crunching on a chip.

“You really want to come?” I asked, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Besides, isn’t Henderson in your choir?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So I’ll come support him. But really, I’d love to see you up there directing those little knuckleheads,” Eddie smirked.

“Ok,” I said, “it’s at seven next Thursday,”

“I’ll be there,” he said.

That was when the real anxiety set in. Even though I knew Eddie didn’t know the first thing about choral conducting, I still felt self conscious about being up there on stage for him to observe for an entire concert. I spent all of Thursday afternoon after school running through the set in my head, practicing the conducting patterns to myself, and working on the piano accompaniment for the student’s solo performances. I spent far too much time re-thinking through my outfit. I knew that I would not have the time to go to my apartment to change between when school ended and when I needed to be back for the concert, so I had packed my concert clothes that morning. I had decided on a black turtle neck with a black pencil skirt and patent leather heals with sheer black tights. I hoped it would look ok but now I was not so certain.

Once I had finished my planning for my other classes, I double checked the stage to make sure all of our equipment was in the right place and then I went to hide in my office until the students showed up.

They arrived at six and we walked through some of the staging and then I led them through vocal warm-ups. Once we were finished, I set them loose to get water and go to the bathroom before they got in their places on stage. As I stood from the piano, Dustin Henderson approached me with a wild grin on his face. He looked sharp, dressed in all black with a green bow tie. The kid was very quickly becoming my favorite student.

“Eddie’s gonna come tonight,” he said to me with a toothy grin. “Did he tell you?’

“Yeah,” I said. “He let me know last week that he’d be here tonight,”

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it,” Dustin said. “I think he was really excited about it,”

“That’s sweet,” I said. “I’m glad he’s excited,”

Despite having spent time outside of school with Dustin I still did not totally know how I should be interacting with him. He was one of my best students and I definitely favored him, but I couldn’t let the others know that. I also wasn’t too keen to be discussing my love life with a seventeen year old boy.

“Ok, go get some water and get in place,” I said. “I’ll see you out there,”

Dustin nodded and then strode off to get settled for the concert. I gathered my music folder from my office and then followed my students out to the auditorium. Just as I was about to step through the doorway to the backstage area of the auditorium, I saw a tall figure rushing down the hallway. I turned to get a better look at who it was and saw Eddie Munson wearing dark blue jeans and a worn out red button down. He looked flustered but he froze when he saw me standing there.

“Wow,” he said. “You look incredible,”

“I have to go conduct a concert,” I said, awkwardly.

“I better go find a seat,” he said.

I watched him rush into the auditorium before I stepped backstage. My students were already in their places for their first song on the risers. I took one long look at them before stepping on stage and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with how much I loved them.

The concert went off without a hitch. The ensemble numbers sounded better than I had ever heard them. The soloists ate it up as their friends and families cheered them on. By the end of the show I felt like I was floating on air.

I let the students and the audience clear out first and then I followed them into the choir room. My students and I started cheering in excitement. A few of them even hugged me and I couldn’t help but squeeze them back. After a few minutes of congratulations, I retreated to my office to collect my things and to have a minute to myself. Most of the students had cleared out once they had gathered their things. There was only one or two stragglers.

“Eddie’s out there,” I heard a voice call into my office. I looked up and saw Dustin standing in my doorway. “I already saw him, he said he was going to wait out there for you,”

“Send him in when you step out,” I said.

“Will do,” Dustin said, saluting me.

As the last few students left, Eddie stepped into the choir room. He peaked his head into my office with a wicked grin on his face.

“Ok so you’re awesome yeah?” he said as he stepped into my office.

“It’s the students,” I said. “They did so well tonight.”

“Yeah but they’re only able to do so well because of what you teach them,” he said, stepping closer to me. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me against him. “Seriously, you’re amazing,”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Eddie returned my smile and dipped his head lower to press a soft kiss to my lips. We hadn’t been very physical since our first night together and it took everything in me not to completely lose myself in this kiss.

“Wanna go out and celebrate?” he asked.

“Oh, I’d love to but I am so drained,” I said, resting my forehead on his chest.

“Then let’s go back to my place,” he said. “We can have a drink, you could stay over if you want.”

“I guess I could do that,” I said. “Yeah that sounds great. Can we get food or something though? I didn’t eat dinner and I am starving,”

“I will get you anything that you want,” Eddie smiled.

“Pizza?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, pressing another kiss to my lips.

“Let’s go,” I said.

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Eddie gave me his key to the store so I could let myself in while he got the pizza for us. I wandered up to his apartment and set my things down before I made my way back down to the store. I awkwardly looked around the store as I waited for Eddie to get back. I had just started looking through a stack of used vinyls behind the counter when I heard the bell go off and saw Eddie walking through the door.

“Food has arrived,” Eddie smiled as he locked the door behind him. “You can bring some of those upstairs if you want to. I’ve been meaning to give them a listen to make sure they aren’t too beat up to sell,”

I picked out a couple records and followed Eddie up the stairs to his apartment. While Eddie got out plates for our pizza and beer for each of us, I sorted through the stack of albums I had brought up. At the bottom of the stack there was a record I had not realized I had picked up. It was a greatest hits collection of Elvis Presley tunes. I smiled happily at the record and hoped to God that it wasn’t too scratched up by its previous owner.

When the lyrics of “Heartbreak Hotel” popped out of the speaker, I heard Eddie call my name from the kitchen.

“Did you really just put on Elvis?” he asked.

“Yes?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” Eddie said, handing me a plate. “I just didn’t expect it,”

“I was raised on Elvis,” I said. “My dad loves him,”

“Yeah my mom was a big fan,” Eddie said, leading me to the living room. “God, I haven’t listened to his music in ages,”

“I didn’t realize I had grabbed the record from downstairs,” I said. “It was in the bottom of the stack,”

“Well, I’m glad you grabbed it,” Eddie said as he sat down.

I sat down with him and within seconds was devouring my pizza. I relished in the taste of the food. I also was very much enjoying the heat that I could feel radiating off of Eddie next to me. He looked remarkably handsome in his black jeans and red button down. His hair was absolutely wild tonight and there seemed to be a gleam to his eye.

I was content to sit and talk and eat pizza and listen to Elvis for the rest of the night, but then a particular song came on the speaker. The opening horns of “Trouble” blared through the room and Eddie jumped up from the couch. He immediately launched into a full on performance of the song. I couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie tossed himself around the room, using his beer bottle as a microphone. By the second verse, Eddie was pulling me up by my hands and dragging me into his performance. He held me close as I laughed at his silliness.

But then that gleam reappeared in Eddie’s eyes and I felt my heart start to beat faster. I let Eddie pull me tight against him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His eyes were locked on mine as he pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, holding close to him as he deepened the kiss. I was getting lost in it just as the beat picked up in the song.

The change in the music shocked me and I jumped away from Eddie. We both stared at each other for a moment and then I started collecting our empty plates.

“We better get these cleaned up,” I said and rushed into the kitchen.

By the time I had the plug in the sink and the soap bubbling up, the next song on the record had started playing.

I heard him before I felt him. Soft footsteps approached me and then I felt one of his arms gently wrap around my waist from behind me. He used his other hand to brush the hair away from my neck and then placed a soft kiss agaisnt my sensitive skin.

“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry if that was too much,”

I sighed and rested my hand over his on my waist. “It’s ok,” I said. “I didn’t mean to run away. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t want to rush into anything and I don’t always feel like I am in control of myself when I’m with you,”

“Would that be so bad?” Eddie asked, kissing my neck again. “Would it be all that bad if you let yourself go a little?”

“The last time I did that I got screwed over,” I said. “I let him have every part of me and he left without even looking back,”

“Can you turn around?” Eddie asked. I did as I was asked. Eddie stroked both sides of my face gently with his hands and then rested them on either side of me on the counter so that I was caged within his arms. “I’m not going to do that to you,”

“How can you possibly know that?” I asked.

“Because I would have to be crazy to even think about leaving you,” Eddie said. “I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but I feel a real connection with you. And I want to work on it. I want to build it. I want you to trust me,”

“I do trust you,” I said.

“Ok,” Eddie said. And then he looked back at the record player in the living room.”Don’t” had started playing. “Then dance with me,”

“What?” I asked.

“Dance with me,” Eddie repeated. “Come here,”

I let Eddie intertwine our fingers and wrap an arm around my waist. He pulled me away from the counter and we began to sway around the kitchen.

“I know you don’t believe me when I say that I’m not going to hurt you,” Eddie said, “but I really mean it. I’m sorry that your last boyfriend ran off, but I’m not going to do that. I’m here to stay and you’re going to have to live with that,”

I looked up at Eddie and locked my eyes on his. He didn’t look away. He didn’t even think about it. I felt a sensation that I couldn’t explain taking over me. I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry, maybe both. All I knew was I was standing in the arms of an incredible man who was telling me everything that I needed to hear. And better yet, I believed him.

I pushed myself up onto my tip toes and pressed my lips to Eddie’s, letting myself get caught up in the feeling of our connection. He pulled me against him and kissed me over and over. I couldn’t stop kissing him back. It was an overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to let go of.

I heard the record stop playing and figured me we must be at the end of the first side. Eddie pulled away from me and hurried off to take the record off the stereo.

“So, uh,” Eddie stumbled. “Uh, that was really nice,”

“Yeah it was,” I said, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

He looked down at the floor for a moment and fiddled with his hair.

“Eddie?” I asked.

“Yeah?” he said, lifting his head up.

“Would you please come back over here?” I asked.

Eddie smiled and within seconds I was back in his arms. He began to kiss me again, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up just a few inches off the floor. I giggled and held on tightly to him. “Can we take this out of the kitchen?” I asked.

“Uh yeah,” Eddie said and then started to stutter. “Where were you thinking?”

“Well the best option would probably be your room,” I said.

“Oh, uh yeah,” Eddie said. He let me go and then wrapped his hand around mine. “Let’s go,”

Eddie led me to his room and then closed the door behind us. He left the light off and approached me slowly in the dim light. Eddie’s hands snaked around my waist again as he began to kiss my neck. I couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of his lips against my skin.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nearly moaned.

Eddie’s hands squeezed my hips as he kissed my neck over and over again. He kept fidgeting with my turtle neck, trying to find a way for his lips to reach my skin.

“Eddie,” I said. “You can take it off,”

“Hmm?” he asked, busying with his work.

“Take off my shirt,” I said.

Eddie’s head lifted and his eyes met mine. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Eddie nodded and then gripped the hem of my shirt. He lifted it over my head, exposing my black bra. Eddie tossed my shirt on the floor and turned back to look at me. I saw his mouth go a little slack and he let out a short breath.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a soft smile and then paused. “Can I - is it ok if - I mean - can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling slightly at his cautiousness. “I didn’t think you’d be so polite,” I added with a giggle.

“I want you to be comfortable,” Eddie said, lifting his eyes to mine. “I want you to feel safe. And we don’t have to do everything tonight if you don’t want,”

“Let’s start here and I’ll let you know if I want to stop,” I said.

Eddie nodded slowly and then rested his hands on my waist. Eddie pressed a kiss to my lips and then began kissing all over my face. He moved down to my jaw line and then my neck. Now that it was exposed, he didn’t hold anything back. I moaned as he trailed kisses over my throat and nipped at the soft skin. Eddie’s hands started to travel upward over my torso. I felt a chill run up my spine as his rough skin brushed against mine.

“Is this ok?” Eddie asked against my neck. His hands started creeping closer to my breasts.

“Yes,” I said, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop, Eddie,”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Eddie held me by my waist with one hand while the other slipped over the silky fabric of my bra. I gasped at the feeling. He gently squeezed my chest as his lips returned to mine.

I wanted to feel Eddie in the same ways that he was feeling me. I could hardly think about what I was doing before my hands were reaching forward to unbutton the front of his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. I let my hands run over his skin, feeling every groove and crevice of his torso. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our bodies together, aching to feel his skin on mine. When our bare torsos met I almost drowned in the feeling.

“Eddie,” I said. “I want more,”

“What?” he asked, pulling away.

I clung to him, scared that he would pull away entirely. “I want more,” I said again. “I want you. All of you,”

Eddie looked me in the eye for a moment, trying to get a read on what I was thinking. I didn’t dare to break his glance. He leaned forward and kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt a rush of heat pulse through my body. It was most apparent in my core and slowly was creeping between my legs.

Eddie began to push us towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me closer until I stood between his legs. He eventually broke away from our kiss and began to kiss down my torso until he reached the hem of my skirt. His fingers fiddled with the zipper on the side.

“Can I?” he asked and I nodded. Eddie slowly unzipped the skirt and pulled it down my legs. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my tights and pulled them down until I could step out of them.

I felt cold suddenly and quite bare standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear. Eddie’s hands found their place on my waist again and he pulled me closer until I had to climb into his lap. I straddled him, holding onto his shoulders for balance. Eddie began to kiss me again and I soon found myself lost in the feeling again. Swiftly and gently he flipped us over so that I was lying on my back on the bed and he was hovering over my body.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said between kisses.

“I want to see more of you,” I said kissing him desperately.

“Whoa we’re bold now,” Eddie chuckled.

“Hey it’s only fair,” I said. “I’m over here in my underwear and you still have a whole pair of pants on,”

“I guess that makes sense,” Eddie said with a smile. “Do you want to do the honors?”

“No, I’d rather watch you do it,” I said with a smirk.

Eddie grinned and kissed me one more time before he stood up. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper on his jeans. I felt a new rush of heat between my thighs when he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was truly beautiful and I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Like what you see?” Eddie asked shyly.

“Yeah,” I said, crawling towards the edge of the bed. I sat up on my knees and reached out for him. “Come here,” I said as he stepped closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him over and over. Eddie’s hands traveled down my torso to my hips. I felt his hands glide over my ass and then grip the backs of my thighs. Suddenly he pulled against them, sending me flying back on the bed. I shrieked with the sudden movement but then Eddie was over me again, holding me still.

“Sorry,” Eddie giggled. “Didn’t mean to scare you,”

“It’s ok,” I said, giggling with him. “Just come here,”

We were wrapped in each other’s arms for longer than I could comprehend. It kept getting better by the moment and I never wanted it to end. Eddie finally reached behind me and unhooked my bra. It was tossed to the floor and Eddie quickly attached his mouth to one of my nipples. I moaned at the sensation. Eddie looked up at me as my moans got louder.

“God,” Eddie said. “Please don’t ever stop making those sounds,”

I giggled at his remark but when I felt his teeth graze the skin of my nipple, my giggle became a moan once more. “Oh God, Eddie,” I said, burrying my hands into his hair. “That’s so good,” I said.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop,”

“Anything for you,” he said.

I felt a pulse strengthening between my legs. With Eddie slotted between my thighs, I started to grind up against him. I gasped when I felt his hard-on through his boxers. My hands slid down my his sides until I was grasping at his hips. I pulled at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Eddie started to groan as our bodies started to rub against each other in just the right way.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” Eddie groaned as he kissed my throat.

“I want you, Eddie,” I said. “I need you,”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I think I’d lose my mind if we stopped now,”

Eddie chuckled and kissed me quickly on the mouth before climbing off the bed. He searched through his dresser drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. I felt my heart rate pick up slightly as I watched him take out one of the condoms and tear open the package. Eddie slipped his boxers off and if I thought his body was beautiful before, it was perfect now. He rolled the condom on and then walked over to the bed. It was hard not to stare at his body as Eddie leaned over me. I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and then they were off and discarded on the floor.

Eddie climbed back over me and began kissing me gently. I let my hands explore his body and I began to pull him closer to me again. “Eddie,” I said. “I’m ready. I want this. Just go slow,”

“Ok,” Eddie said with one final kiss.

He reached down to line himself with my entrance. Anticipation filled my entire body and then he was pushing into me. I gasped at the feeling and my body quickly began adjusting itself to his size. Eddie and I both groaned as he bottomed out inside of me.

“Oh my God,” Eddie moaned in the most filthy tone I had ever heard. “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “It feels incredible,”

“Yeah, it does,” Eddie said.

He slowly started to pump in and out of me, eliciting even more pornographic moans from the both of us. It had never felt like this before. I had never experienced anything like this. For a moment I wondered if this is what it always should have felt like and I had just been missing out for most of my adult life.

“More, Eddie,” I gasped. “Go harder,”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I want it,”

He didn’t hesitate. Eddie started to pick up his pace and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Eddie seemed close as well. I held onto him and pushed myself up to meet his motions. Eddie’s arms faultered just slightly over me, pressing his chest against mine.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Eddie said.

“Cum for me,” I said. “Please, cum for me, Eddie,”

“Only if you cum too,” Eddie groaned.

His words sent me over the edge. I nearly screamed as my orgasm tore through me. As my body spasmed beneath him, Eddie let out one final moan and his body began to shudder. He collapsed over me and I clung onto him. We held each other for what felt like an eternity. As we both caught our breath, Eddie began kissing every inch of my body. He finally made it back up to my lips and then brushed the hair out of my face.

“That was amazing,” Eddie said.

I smiled and kissed him. “That was amazing,” I repeated.

“Come on,” Eddie said. “I’ll clean you up,”

He picked me up from the bed and then took me to the bathroom. He pealed the condom off his body once he had set me down and tossed it in the trash. Then he turned the sink faucet on and ran a wash cloth under the warm water. He cleaned himself off and once the cloth was rinsed, he walked over to me. Eddie knelt in front of me and kissed my thighs. He ran the cloth over my skin and washed away any lube left on my skin from the condom.

Once we were both clean, I pulled on one of his old T-shirts and my earlier discarded panties and crawled into bed. Eddie crawled in beside me and pulled me close. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips then rested his head on the pillow. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie whispered.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” I said contentedly.

I fell asleep quickly and slept better than I had in a long, long time.

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Female reader #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Teach Me Part 2 #I know it's late #I'm sorry

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👑Being Seijoh's Manager👑

Lesbian Manager Edition

Seijoh featuring Karasuno 👀 x Female Manager

Warnings: fluff, I didn't even out Swearing 😱

AN: This is an Anon request! This is an lgbtqia+ friendly fic 🏳️‍🌈

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

This one has been HIGHLY anticipated 😏

And I'm unsure if it's because of our resident lesbian manager

Or because we get to bully Oikawa 🤣

Im gonna go with both 🥰

Anyways, let's get started!

Now you weren't exactly secretive about your sexuality

You just didn't feel the need to flaunt it

Like SOME PEOPLE 🙄

Oikawa constantly needing to be surrounded by his adoring fan girls 😒

Anyways, from the start it was pretty clear you had no interest in any of the guys

Sure they found you attractive

And I mean, heck they are attractive as hell

But there just wasn't anything there

All of them understood the memo

Except for one 🙃

One guess as to whom it was?

If you guessed anyone other than Oikawa, you clearly haven't read my headcannons before 🤣

But really, this man thinks he's the king of volleyball

And more importantly, he thinks everyone had a crush on him

Guys, girls, non-binary folk, you name it, this man things they all want a piece of him

Which is why your rejection makes for very entertaining content for Seijoh

Because I think they've all figured out you play for the other team

A except Oikawa

Which this scenario so hilarious

One day, you are taking notes and Oikawa approaches you

"Hey YN, I've got tickets to a concert this weekend? Wanna go with me?"- Oikawa, turning on the charm

"No thanks"- you, extinguishing said charm

Mattsun, Makki and Kunimi are all just watching

Honestly they are so nosey I can't even 💅🏼

"YN I've asked you out a million times and you've always said no! Don't you know what a privilege it is to be asked out by yours truely"- Oikawa

"Shut up loserkawa and leave YN alone"- Iwaizumi, ready and waiting for your signal to pounce

"I appreciate the offer Oikawa but I'm not interested"- you working on your notes

"BY WHY NOT YN-CHANN"- Oikawa now whining

"😐 I'm gay Oikawa"- you, channeling Ushi and stating at Oikawa

Oikawa 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

Makki, Mattsun and Kunimi 👉🏻🤣💀

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🙄🤚🏻🏐👦

"IWA CHAN PLEASE IM HEARTBROKEN"- Oikawa

"In order for you to be heartbroken, you would have actually had to have a chance Oikawa"- You getting up and walking away 🚶‍♀️

You better ask Oikawa if he needs some ointment for that BURN

After that, Oikawa silently competes eith you for the attention of his female fans

Not that you even need to compete 💅🏼 you could have any of them

But they aren't your type

But you know who your type is 👀👀

A certain crow manager that's who 🙌🏻

So when you are filling water bottles up and the gorgeous Kiyoko enters your vision

You all but see stars 🤩

Please Kiyoko is an absolute goddess 🤚🏻

"Hi there! I'm Kiyoko, I manage Karasuno"

"I'm YN, I managed Oikawa, I mean Seijoh"

Please her laugh 😭😭😭

You know, the season 4 laugh when she's in the bath with Yachi 👇🏻

Say less she's utter perfection

Unfortunately for you, you will have to deal with her two wards bodyguards

"Kiyoko come to my arms sweet mama!!"- Noya all but running towards you and Kiyoko

Suddenly he stops ✋️ Tanaka running into his back

"Holy crap- we've hit the jackpot!"- Tanaka

"There's one for each of us"- Noya 😍

Please Kiyoko smack them

It has been dealt with ☺️

That is, until your own resident idiot approaches 🙄

"Yn-chan are these delinquents bothering you"- Oikawa followed by Iwa and the gang

"No"- You 😐

Channeling Iwa 😌

Thank you sir for your dedication 🤗

Before you and Kiyoko part with your respective idiots, you shot your shoot

"Hey could I get your number? I think it'd be cool if we could hand out?"- You to Kiyoko

"Oh absolute! Give me your phone and I'll punch it in"- kiyoko

You exchange phones

"I texted myself 😉 see you later YN"- Kiyoko

You look down at your phone at kiyokos text

"Hey there cutie 💓 "

Please everyone is just watching you right now and taking notes 📝

"Damn that was smooth Yn"- Mattsun

How did you do that YN?"- Oikawa

Tanaka and Noya are just staring 👁👄👁

There's no way I could be THAT EASY

"It's easy Oikawa, I'm just polite"- you, turning to walk back to the gym

"Wow"- Oikawa, stunned 😲

Not YN the resident dating guru 🤣

Please Terushima is probably watching you too 😭

What can you say, it comes natural ☺️

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egginfroggin · 7 days

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To the Anon who sent me an ask requesting more little Emmet content: I am so sorry, I started to answer and then Tumblr ate it when I tried to save it to my drafts.

That being said, here is the requested content:

After Emmet gets shrunk from Rift energy, Arceus quickly sees the issue with this situation and tampers with its mark on him -- rather than a subtle mark that designates their connection, visible only to the Nobles and Legendaries, Arceus adjusts it so that most pokemon are able to see that Emmet is Arceus's Chosen, and will leave him alone accordingly. This doesn't always work, but it helps make sure that the Staravias don't try to peck his eyes out, at least. Its effect is flaky when it comes to Paras.

As a continuation of the above point, this makes it slightly worse in some cases, as the frenzied Nobles can see his designation plain as day. Due to Giratina's wrath being the source of their frenzy, this makes them pursue him with single-minded intent. Additionally, some alphas choose to ignore Emmet's mark and all it entails.

Typhlosion mothers Emmet already, but she truly leans into her broodiness in this variant. Do Not Touch. Emotional support fire weasel will bite.

Akari and Rei are well aware of the fact that Emmet is possibly not supposed to look like this, but they frequently forget about this during the process of Sibling Adoption.

The Ride Pokemon (which are considered Nobles in most, if not all, of my works) are very, very protective of this little bean chosen by Arceus. He is tiny! He must be protected!

Jubilife generally treats Emmet more warmly than they do in the original fic. Most people don't know about the theory that Emmet is, in fact, a grown adult who somehow got shrunk. Those who do know about that theory nevertheless treat him more gently because he is still physically, and to some extent mentally, still a child in a very unfortunate situation.

This does not stop a sort of banishment from occurring during the red sky, but rather than chucking the boy out on his ear, Kamado outright orders Akari and Rei to go with him.

(They would go anyway; even if they were to be ostracized, by this point Emmet is their tiny brother, and they would be willing to deal with it)

Palina is not happy with the fact that the Galaxy Team is okay with this tiny child running around fixing problems.

Emmet and Vessa get along great, frankly, once they get past Vessa staring him dead in the eyes and telling him that he is a mess and his soul is blinding and wrong. After that, hijinks ensue.

Emmet is not above using his cute little face and big, shiny eyes to manipulate Akari and Rei into giving him sweets.

Akari and Rei hate distortions with a passion because they're dangerous, but also because whenever they show up, Emmet just up and freaking runs into them and then they have to go drag him back. It's exhausting.

Emmet is very good at escaping whatever measures are instated to keep him contained.

Due to Emmet's tininess, things like stun spore and sleep powder affect him more severely. He will catch a whiff of sleep powder, sneeze, and get verrrry sleepy verrrrry fast.

Akari and Rei learn sign language very fast because it is the only way to tell what the heck Emmet is saying without writing utensils, and in the field, writeable dirt is not common, nor is sand, and they don't usually carry around much spare paper.

On the plus side, Emmet can get tuckered out pretty quickly due to the aforementioned tininess, and he's not very good and pushing on after that point.

On the down side, Emmet can get tuckered out pretty quickly due to the aforementioned tininess, and he's not very good at pushing on after that point.

So, that's all for the moment! I hope this answered your question if you're seeing this, Anon, and that you have a good day. ^^

#eggin's writings #wtst #best of intentions au #subway boss emmet #submas #pla akari #trainer rei #arceus #asks #anon asks

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Writ, @writcraft, a creator I've long admired! Writer of excellent stories, thinker of excellent thoughts, human of excellent taste! They've written some of my favorite fics, such as How We Were Warriors and The Beating of this Fragile Heart. Oh and not to forget A Lion's Heart! (Not me sneakily sneaking in extra recs for you all.) (As if this list isn't stupidly long to begin with hahaha.) In fairness, I did strive to choose works I think need more attention and hype! Ones I love dearly that I need others to chat with about! Plenty of people know the above fics...it's the below fics I need to scream about!

But before we get there...Well, Writ is more than just a fabulous writer. They've modded many a fest and event over the years. In fact, you can check out their Fanlore page for more information about those! Not to mention their fantastic meta works (which...oh heck I'm gonna add some of those to the list too.) The point is, they've been in fandom for a very long time, and they've done so much for fandom in that time. The community is so important to them, and it shows. They are so dedicated and supportive. Even now, they manage so much in spite of how busy real life has kept them! They still care so deeply and it shows.

Thanks for being here, Writ. Thank you for all that you do for fandom. And for being so kind to me (even if I'm chatting your ear off! 😂)

Fics

Broken Promises, Shattered Dreams

Harry/Severus. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,995. Angst. Pining. Post-breakup.

This fic practically lives in an open tab on my phone, so often do I reread it.

Also AO3 keeps telling me I left kudos here, which: rude. Let me leave more!!!!

Draco left Harry and regrets it bitterly. He wants him back, but Harry is now in a relationship with Severus. As much as he wants to, Harry will not be able to make both men happy and someone is going to get hurt.

Dressed for Dinner

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,772. Formal wear kink. First time. Established relationship. PWP. Romance.

I did not have a thing for men in tuxedos until now. Hubba hubba!

Harry has a thing for men in tuxedos. Severus finds out.

Dirge Without Music

Albus Severus/Draco. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,029. MCD. Suicide. Dub-con. Knifeplay. Alcholism. Angst. Dark.

Ouch. But also: wow.

Albus is happy because everything seems to be coming together. He is captain of the Quidditch team and his father is getting married again – then one night the bottom falls out of his world. Written for the NextGen Darkfest on Livejournal (2012)

Forget Me Not

Harry/Severus. Draco/Harry. Draco/Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 8,219. PTSD. Threesome. Hurt/comfort.

One cleans, one collects and the other just wants to forget. Somehow, it works.

In the Palm of His Hand

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,969. (Wow what a word count 😉) Hand & finger kink (don't we all?) Glove kink. Getting together. Hot as all hell.

Harry has a thing for Snape’s hands. Snape indulges him.

Independent Love Song

Ginny/Millicent. Rated: E. Words: 6,255. Getting together. Matchmaker Hermione. Coming out. Queer themes.

I'm in love with tailor!Millicent and this does not disappoint.

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Life Has Just Begun

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,230. Older characters. Internalized homophobia. Coming out. Romance. Salt and Pepper Fest 2018.

Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

Stone Butch Blues

Minerva/Wilhelmina. Rated: T. Words: 1,019. Genderfluid character. Gender identity.

Will reminisces with Minerva.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling)

Harry/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 9,768. Age difference. Light bondage. Romance.

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Treading Water

James/Sirius. Rated: M. Words: 1,200. Implied/referenced homophobia. Angst. Closeted character. Ambiguous/open ending.

I’m sorry, Sirius wants to say. I’m sorry that people in this stupid world made you think loving me could only ever be a joke.

Meta

Albus Dumbledore: a Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning?

Comparing and Contrasting Snarry vs Drarry

Canon Critique and Creator Responsibility in Fandom

Fandom Platform Migration: Fandom History and Why It Matters

Tags, Warnings and Freedom of Content: On Non-Con, Dub-Con and Consent

Why dark fanworks matter to me

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #writcraft

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lcdrarry · 11 months

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10 June | LCDrarry Fic

Palm Springs

Prompt: "Palm Springs", 2020, Max Barbakow Prompted by: @arminaa Author: Anonymous Word Count: 20,137 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Time Loop, Angst with a Happy Ending

Notes: Hey, just a quick note to those who are reading. I marked this as "major character death" because both characters at various times attempt and complete suicide or have multiple accidental deaths, but come back to life as in classic time loop movies, aka Groundhog Day and Palms Springs style. I didn't make it overly graphic, but it's definitely there and I want readers to be aware of it before starting the fic. The biggest thank you to the loveliest two betas I could've ended up with. Thank you K for your cheerleading, support, and wonderful suggestions throughout the writing. Thank you L for popping in with extra eyes when I needed you. You both were exactly what I needed to get this fic completed and I appreciate the heck out of ya! Thank you thank you thank you to Celila, the incredible LCDrarry Mod who ran this fest single-handedly! I've been so excited to participate, and appreciate you and your hard work in providing the fun opportunity!

Summary: Harry collapsed into the chair next to him. “What is happening?” “One of those infinite time loop situations.” “What?!” “You know. Yesterday is today. Today is today, tomorrow is today.” “But how do I stop it? I don’t want tomorrow to be today. I want tomorrow to be tomorrow!” “Yeah, that’s understandable.” Malfoy said calmly. “Do you like tacos?”

Read it now on AO3.

Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!

Creator reveals are on 15 June.

#lcdrarry 2023 #lights camera drarry 2023 #lights camera drarry #lcdrarry #drarry #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #harry potter fanfic #drarry fanfic #enjoy!! :))#palm springs #palm springs fusion #time loop

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famina · 1 year

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A trip to the wrong side of town

There has been an alarming lack of Yomi on this blog so I had to do something about that ! For some reason, this hunger fic is much mor wordy then the rest. sorry about that. I hope you will like it and like Yomi too !

WARNING : Hunger kink fic, belly things and growls ahead.

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“This feel nice” you think to yourself. Your body is warmly tucked under your coat and your face is pressed on a cold surface. The gentle trembles rock your body into a sweet slumber and the dim lights you can barely see through your closed eyelids bring you even closer to sleep.

Wait ? Where are you again ? You groan and stand up, shaking off the grogginess. Oh ! That’s right, you’re on the train. To go home ? mmmh...You look out the windows. This seems all very far from your home. How long did you sleep for ? It’s very dark out, there are no houses, no other cars, only…metal and concrete ? Where is this ? Maybe some industrial part of the city ? You didn’t know your train went this far. You start panicking and reach out for your phone. It’s dead… Of course it is. What now ? Maybe you can ask at the station when the damn train finally stops.

After a few minutes of quiet panic, at long last, the train comes to a full stop. Everything is eerily quiet now, the doors open but nothing happens. You were the only one on the train, but now you now think you’ll also be the only one in the whole station. You make your way out before the doors close back on you and are greeted by the most unfriendly train station you’ve ever seen. No front desk, no shops, heck, there isn’t even any benches ! Just where are you ?? You snap out of it ! You need to find someone, fast ! There isn’t anyone here but there MUST be a train conductor !

You’re about to make your way towards the locomotive when something brushes past you in a flash. You turn around to see a little person holding your bag tauntingly. “H-HEY !” You shout and the person scuttles away. You give chase. The thief isn’t too fast so you’re able to keep up. This makes you confident that you will get your bag back. You then turn a corner, and the thief is stuck in a dead end. You think you’ve won, until you notice the thief has a big wide smile on their face.

From above, other littles people jump down, pinning you on the ground as they land. You hit the asphalt hard. It hurts. Your aggressors are laughing. You try to get back up, those holding you down are the size of toddlers so even though they are many, you should be able to overpower them if you just.. BAM ! Something hits you on the back of the head and it all becomes black.

When you come back to reality, you’re all tide up and are being carried away by those weird littles…creatures ! You panic again ! You try to break free but you can barely move. “H-HELP ! SOMEBODY ! I-I’M BEING KIDNAP.” You shout and shout for help but nothing happens. No one is coming for you. No one can help. You start to think…this is it…

And suddenly, your feet start dangling in the air !? What happened to the little dude carrying them ? Oh ! Now you fell you right shoulders losing the support of its carrier. And your left knee, and the right one too ! In an instant you fall to the ground. You make some effort to look at what is going on. You see a young men with tattered clothes and a bandaged eye swinging around a metal pipe like it’s a sword.

The little one who was carrying your head rushes to him with a glass shard but the one eyes man times his swing perfectly to club him while he was jumping. Sending him hit the wall. The other little ones get scared by that attack and scurry off, including the one with your bag.

“Yeah ! You better run !! This’ll teach not to mess with me !!” the man shouts. You look at him in complete astonishment still confused by all that just happened. He looks annoyed.

“What ?! What do you want ??”

“Uhg ! Please ! Untie me !!” You say urgently.

“Han ? why should I?”

“T-they captured me and tied me up…p-please help !!”

“Uuuh…I’ll say it again…Why should I!??”

“Huh ??? w-well..” You don’t really understand what he wants. He looks closely to you with interrogation.

“Waiit….you’re not from here, are ya ?”

“N-No…I came by train..I’m from-“

“W-WOW ! YOU TOOK THE TRAIN ??!”

“Hmmm….yeah ?”

“Wah…” He chuckles, “So they caught an outsider…those lucky bastards…”

“Huuh ??...” You don’t get anything he’s saying.

“Well that changes everything !” He unties you with a big smile on his face. You sigh with relief.

“Hah. Thanks, I really thought-..” He shoves his hand in your face. “Uhh…what ?”

“Payement.”

“What ?”

“PAY-MENT ! I helpt you out, now you gotta pay !”

“W-What ? Well I’m sorry but I got nothing to give.” You say, irritated.

“Oh ! Don’t play dump ! I know you outsiders are literally swimming in cash ! So gimme some !”

“Okay…first, that’s not true…And second, all the cash I had on me was in that bag that little thief stole from me !”

“W-What !!?? So you got NOTHIN ??!! Damn !!! What a waste of time…” He turns around and is about to leave.

“W-Wait ! Can you tell me where the train station is ??”

“I don’t help broke ass tourists !” He continues walking without even bothering to turn around.

“Hey ! I’m not broke ! I’ve got money…just not…here…”

“Yeah well you ARE here so…” He’s about to make his way out of your sight and you’re getting desperate.

“Alright ! how about this !? If you take me to station, tomorrow I come back with the cash to pay you ! Deal ?!”

He stops, and slowly turns to face you. “Are you fucking kidding me !??” He breaks out in laughter “ Oh yeah ! Suuuure ! You’ll be back ! Dang, how dumb do you think I am !!??”

“I’m not a liar ! I WILL come back !!” You are insulted by his claim.

“Yeah yeah ! I’m not falling for that one ! Just be thankful I’m not selling your organs for making me work for free !”

This is bad. From what you’ve seen so far he seemed like your only way out and he’s getting away. What can you do…what can you give him. And then it hits you.

“Hey !” You shout to him. “Are you cold !?”

He turns to you irked “Han ??”

“Your coat ! It’s so old and beat up it’s barely holding together !”

“Y-Yeah !? Who cares !!??” That comment seemed to have angered him mare than he wants to let on.

“You could have mine !” You show off your beautiful almost new, stylish cheap polyester coat.

“F-For real !?...” He seems to want it bad.

“yeah…BUT only if you get me to the station ! Then you get the coat.”

“Ah ! mmmh…ARRGH ! Fiiiiine ! I’ll get you to the stupid station ! but I got places to be so you better walk fast !” You happily trout behind him.

The two of you start walking in what seems to be an industrial labyrinth of concrete walls and metal structures.

“By the way, I’m (Y/N).”

“……..”

“Aaaand you are..?”

“I-I-I’m not giving you my name !!”

“Why not ?”

“W-w-well…..I’m just not…”

“Oookay…”

You figure he’s not one for chitchat. You two walk in silence for a little while when suddenly

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooWWLllls

The sound of a monstrous beast comes out of no where. You start to panic again. “W-What was that !??”

“Oh ! Relax ! That was just me !”

“H-Huh?”

gggggGGGGGRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwlss

The one eyes boy clenches his teeth and clutches his abdomen. He looks in pain but continues to walk normally.

“A-Are you…injured ?”

“What ? ‘course not ! I’m just starving !”

Grrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooaaaannn

“O-Oh….” You start feeling bad for the guy “Should we stop somewhere and grab a bite to eat ?”

“Hhaa ? Fucking where ??!” He gestures up to the big industrial labyrinth your in. You realize you haven’t seen a single store, or house or anything, just what is this place?

“Where…exactly are we ??” You ask.

“………The less you know the better…”

You decide to no ask further.

GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooowwwwwlls

“aaah….”

The no-name boy massages his midsection. You wish you could do something to ease his pain. But wait ! You can ! You rummage through your pockets and find it ! You hand it to him.

“Here !”

“Whassat ??”

“A granola bar ! I just remembered I had it on me.”

“Okay….and what do you want me to say ? Congratulations ??”

“No ! I’m giving it to you !”

“W-wha…..” He just freezes. He seems to have never encountered the concept of giving food to others. After a few second he turns all red a backs away from you. “F-F-F-FORGET IT !! I’m not eating your strange pocket food !!”

“Huh ?? What’s the big deal ? You’re hungry, I’m giving you food ! Come on ! Take it !” You hand it too him again.

He backs up to the wall as if you’re pointing a knife to him. “I DON’T WANT IT, I SAID ! Y-y-you can’t just…GIVE food away like that !!”

“Uuuh…Yeah, I can !” You are confused.

“W-well no one does that ! Y-Y-you probably poisoned it or something…”

“…..Why would I do that ?..”

“Tsk ! To knock me out and nab all my stuff !! B-But I’m not fallin’ for it !!” He trembles and points his pipe at you as a weak threat.

You don’t understand his reaction. But what is clear is that he now seems legitimately scared. So you try to reassure him. “…..It’s sealed…how would I have poisoned it ?”

“W-with a syringe !! I-I’ve seen it done !!”

Now he’s just being silly. “Okay…I’m not from here and I didn’t plan to come. Why would I have a sealed poisoned granola bar in my pocket ??”

“……………..” He seems to soften his stance.

“Soooo..” You hand the granola bar to him, again.

Grrrrrroooooooooooan

“!!?” The boy gets surprised by the cries of his own stomach. He looks carefully at the granola bar yearningly. Slowly, he approaches his hand from yours and yanks the treat out of you grasp in a flash and runs a little further to devour it. You think he looks like a little hungry squirl and that makes you smile. He notices it and turns to you with a mouth full.

“Whaff??!”

“Haha. So, is it good ?”

“………………..” He gulps it all down and gets back in front of you. “Let’s get going already !”

You are a bit mad that you didn’t get a ‘Thank you’ but when you glance at the one-eyed boy’s face, you see he seems embarrassed but also just a tiny bit happy.

You continue walking without speaking a word for a little while until you come back to the station. You overjoyed.

“Ah ! Where here ! Thanks so much !” You start removing your coat.

“W-W-What are you doing !!??” His face turns bright red.

“I’m…giving you my coat…as promised.”

He sighs loudly “You’re SUPPOSED to only give it to me when the train comes, dimwit ! Or else I can just…push you on the tracks and run off with it ! Damn…don’t you know anything….”

“O-oh..” You put back your coat quickly. “Well…would you do that ?”

“W-No !!....But…still…you should be more careful…” He looks away, all pouty…

Is he trying to help you out ? That granola bar must’ve really done him some good.

“Well I’ll try to be carefull if you try to take better care of yourself !”

“Han ??! what’s that supposed to mean ??!” He puts his hands on his hips.

“You really sounded in pain earlier. You should really try to eat better.”

“Han ! Yeah ! Like it’s EASY ! Food doesn’t just SRPOUT OUF OF THE GROUND you know !”

You stare at him with a blank look. “Yes…it…does ?..”

“Huh ??!” He looks at you with completely incomprehension.

“Have you never heard of a plant ?? Hahah” You say, jokingly.

“Whassat ?”

“!!?” You can’t believe it. Has he really never seen a plant. You just now notice you haven’t since a single tree, or bush or any green life in this entire place. You start to feel awful about your joke earlier.

“Y-you know…” you begin “…You could come too !”

“Hm???” He looks at you with genuine surprise

“On the train, I mean. I have a few tickets left so-“

“I can’t.”

He’s answer was shapr and cold and took you aback. He also looked honestly disappointed.

“W-well, why n-“

“I…JUST CAN’T !!!.”

“!!??” You decide not to press further “O-okay…”

He realize he’d been shouting and tries to calm down. “A-And..you shouldn’t come back here either…”

“O-oh ! Don’t I have to pay you back ?” You say with a little smile.

He laughs a bit. “Nah ! with the coat and that granola thing, we can say we’re even.”

You wanted to help him more somehow, but he was right. This place was dangerous and you should not come back. “Alright, if you say so.”

At that moment, the train approaches in the distance so you start removing the coat. By the time it’s stops to take its passengers you’ve got your hand stretched out to offer your coat to the no-name boy.

“Thanks for everything. Take care okay.”

“Y-Yeah…I’ll try.” He smiles just a bit and takes the coat.

“Well good bye.” You turn around to board the train.

“W-Wait !” The man takes your hand to stop you.

“!??” You turn to him, unsure.

“I-It’s……Yomi…”

“What ?”

“M-m-my name…you wanted to know so….it’s Yomi…” He looks at his feet all nervous like. This makes you smile.

“I see. Goodbye Yomi !” You smile at him.

“Bye (Y/N_” And he smiles back.

You board the train just as the door closes. You and Yomi look at one another until you are out of each other’s sight. After that you finally get home for a well deserved rest. As promised, you never went back to that weird industrial hell, but you think about it from time to time. You think about Yomi and you hope he’s doing well.

#hunger fic #hunger kink #belly k!nk #oc fanfiction #male stomach growl #hunger growls

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

I got another chunk of the Splinter Cell au out of my brain and onto a page at last! This time: father-son bonding time with Jak, Dax, and Damas

Tess looked tired when she stopped by the barracks looking for Jak. Daxter eyed her and grimaced.

"Oof. Rough shift, babe?"

Tess leaned against the doorway and grumbled. "Takes a lot of energy to be perky and cute all the time."

Daxter stretched out on the cot he'd monopolized. "Oo girl, don't I know it. Say, I dunno if you noticed, but there's plenty of space right here to relax a little."

Tess smirked. "Tempting, but I have to check in with Vin first. And I need to find Jak. Krew's starting to get antsy about how long your "hunting trip" has been. He says if you two don't come back with one heck of a trophy, he'll make you regret it."

From anyone else, that would've been an empty threat. But Krew had ties to the Baron, and was still stinging over Jak ruining his bet on the race. As Krew's "employee", Jak had been given a certain level of protection from the KG, who didn’t like crossing the crime boss when they could help it. Retracting that protection was just the beginning of what Krew could probably do.

Daxter wrinkled his nose. "Ugh! Is it too early to give our two week notice?"

The ottsel sat up.

"Do we even need Krew anymore? We're gettin' strong! Makin' allies! We got all the intel we need from Vin and the Scout Flies. I say we just ghost ol' Hover Huckster and let him pick up the slack!"

Tess didn't look amused. "90% of our intel on KG movements comes from me eavesdropping at work."

Daxter cringed. Leaving Tess to do the lion's share of the work at both the saloon and the factory was not ideal boyfriend behavior, even he knew that.

"Er...I'll let Jak know we gotta go hunting," he said sheepishly. "If, y'know, the New Parents will let us out of their sight for ten minutes."

Which was how he found himself sitting on Jak’s shoulder two hours later, scanning the surrounding mountain country for Ramheads.

"Last time we found one of those, we were poking around the Eastern Temple," Jak yawned, squinting down from the central hub.

"Also a lot of loose boulders that were a real pain in the-"

He glanced to the side and cut himself off.

For some reason, Mar's dad got annoyed when Jak copied Sig’s more...blunt language.

Damas crouched at the ledge beside him and glanced up at Daxter. "Movement?"

"Nada. It's deader than Krew's love life down there," Daxter sighed.

Jak snickered.

The Wastelander king made a sort of harrumph sound and narrowed his eyes.

"Ah yes. Krew. You know, Sig didn't tell me how you ended up working for him."

There was a distinct flavor of disapproval in his voice that left Jak cringing. He'd never liked the feeling of someone being upset at him -- which Samos almost always had been when he was little -- but he'd gotten pretty good at shrugging off other people's disapproval, or at least not capitulating.

As it turned out, parental disapproval felt much worse.

Feeling a little defensive, Jak stood up sharply.

"Wasn’t by choice. Torn sent us to work for him so we could get information out of him."

He folded his arms and looked away.

"Not like anyone else was giving us food," he said sullenly.

Damas clicked his tongue and sighed. With one hand, he pushed himself upright and slung his rifle over his back.

"I see. They put you in a difficult position."

Jak scoffed. "Yeah. It happens a lot."

"Hm." Damas folded his arms across his broad chest and shifted to gaze down at the valley. His shoulder brushed against Jak’s just barely, a tacit show of support.

"What is it you would do if given the choice?" he asked.

Jak raised his gun, exhaled slowly, and took aim at the upturned floating platform that bobbed between the temple and the valley. Before he could overthink things, he fired one blaster round into the unbalanced base, smoothly flipping the platform upright once more. Jak slid his morph gun back into the holster on his back, crouched, and leapt to the circle of Precursor metal. As it floated down, he thought about Damas’s question.

What would he do if he had a choice?

It seemed simple at first: he wanted to get out of Haven. He wanted to go home.

But...where was home now? What was home? Did he really belong anywhere?

Jak supposed he could just explore the world until he found someplace that felt like home -- he'd always loved exploring, almost more than racing -- but what about his friends in Haven?

What about Mar?

Finding Damas and Phobos meant he wouldn't have to be the child’s sole caretaker anymore -- Jak wondered if he was supposed to feel guilty about the weight of the relief that came with the thought. He felt almost that he could breathe easier and just be Mar's brother when he didn't have to worry about who was watching him, and where their next meal would come from.

Jak hopped down onto soft grass and absent-mindedly took a seat while waiting for Damas to make his way down. Idly, he plucked a few blades of grass and crushed them between his fingers to release their sharp fragrance.

"What would you do if given the choice?" he asked Daxter as they watched the platform float back up.

It seemed Daxter had no such troubles of indecision. His answer was so quick it had to have been either rehearsed, or something he was genuinely excited about.

"I'm gonna own my own pub someday!" The ottsel chirped, "Better than anything Krew could ever come up with! I'm gonna have drinks, and music, and dancing- ooh! And I'll make so much money I'll be able to set Osmo and Ximon up with a permanent contract for pest control! They'll get their store back in no time!"

Daxter hopped down from Jak’s back, gesticulating wildly with each new idea.

"And- and- and Tess and me are gonna have an apartment above the bar. And a pool! Right on the roof! So you can come up and swim where nobody will bother us! And I'll always have enough food for us and anyone else who's hungry!"

Jak smiled, but his heart ached for his best friend. Daxter's ambitions were both grand and heartbreakingly simple. A home he could own. A roof over his head. Enough food that he didn’t have to worry about where his next meal was coming from. And in the midst of all that he still planned for his friends: a way to repay the man who had taken him in while Jak was in prison, a way for Jak to relax without showing the world his scars.

"You're a good man, Daxter," Jak murmured, unintentionally interrupting his friend's rambling monologue about menus and upholstery.

Daxter paused, and gave him a simple smile in return. They didn't need words to understand his meaning. You're a better man than I am, each believing it of the other without a shred of doubt. To Daxter, Jak was the unselfish one, dealing with his annoying habits and the entire weight of the world every day and still choosing to save people, no matter how angry at them he was. He wondered if he should have said it more when they were younger. If maybe it would have made Jak believe it now.

The moment ended with the thud of Damas’s worn boots against the grass. He looked a little annoyed, although Daxter couldn't have said for sure whether it was the floating flip-pods that irritated him, or Jak leaping off without him. For all that they were still strangers to each other, the Wastelanders really did not like Jak getting out of range of sight. It was like they were afraid he'd vanish if they looked away.

If he was being honest, Daxter knew how they felt. Every waking moment from the instant he'd found Jak in that awful prison, for weeks, Jak had behaved the same way about him.

Damas glanced down at the blades of grass Jak was idly shredding, and the green staining his fingertips. His annoyance softened into quiet amusement.

"There are easier ways to find raw eco," he joked, leaning on his staff.

"Huh?" Jak looked down at his smudged fingertips and grimaced with chagrin.

"Er...let's uh, let's just get going."

The boy hopped up with an ease Damas envied -- regenerative light eco was all well and good, but it didn't stop his knees from popping when he had to get off the floor!

"You didn't answer my question before," Damas prompted.

"Had to think about it first!" Jak brushed him off and headed for a short drop down toward the valley.

Of course, Damas acknowledged that Jak might not yet feel comfortable sharing that kind of inner thought with a relative stranger -- or a strange relative, for that matter. Thus far, he hadn't been able to spend much time alone with the boy. Phobos had been much more successful in getting him to open up a little, but she had more opportunity to see him off the battlefield, seeing as she'd dedicated herself to monitoring their son.

Well, their younger son.

During the missions Damas had accompanied Jak's teams on, he'd noticed that the boy was developing a habit of trailing around behind him, watching intently whenever Damas gave orders to his people. Phobos even swore up and down that she'd seen Jak subtly mimicking his posture and movements whenever they were in the briefing room at the same time.

It gave Damas hope that Jak might at least have positive feelings about having them in his life, but he didn't want to push too far too quickly. Jak was a teenager, after all, and he had boundaries. Or, he ought to have had boundaries. Some of the things Sig told him made him worry that Jak had trouble standing up to people using him.

"Usually all we have to do -- whoop-! Watch the loose rocks, Dax-"

"Yeah, I noticed. I'm not patching your shirt this time. Learn to sew!"

"Yeah yeah. So- the Ramheads aren't the intelligent ones I don't think, they're more like...cannon fodder. But they're really territorial."

Jak swung his feet up under him and slid down the remainder of the incline on his heels, kicking up a plume of dust behind him.

"So basically we shouldn't have to do much more than walk around a little to draw one out."

Damas pursed his lips thoughtfully, then hopped down to follow Jak, avoiding the gravel a little easier than he had.

"Sounds pretty straightforward."

"It is! They're big, but they're dumb," Jak bragged, "You just gotta be fast."

"And not get two of your ribs snapped by a headbutt like last ti-"

Jak slapped a hand over Daxter’s mouth.

Sheepishly, he added, "I mean, yeah, keep some eco around in case of freak accidents, I guess..."

Ah, he's trying to impress me.

Humor bubbled up in Damas’s chest, and he tamped down a smile. He had absolutely no doubt that the boy was capable; thus far he'd proved to be a prodigy of a gunner. His risk assessment left something to be desired, but reports indicated this was largely the fault of the people who had been grooming him to deal with all their problems since he was Mar’s age.

"Well it can't possibly be any more difficult than clearing a city sector and setting watchposts," Damas reasoned, "Let's see if we can't scare up a couple of these Ramheads of yours."

Jak grinned. "Right! So, we're gonna go south, first."

"Oh?" Damas adjusted his rifle strap and kept pace with Jak easily. "I thought we were headed for the valley?"

Daxter squirreled up onto Jak’s head and pointed one paw south. "Lemme guess: you remembered somewhere you haven't trespassed on yet."

With a snort, Jak broke into a jog. "It's not trespassing if it's completely abandoned!"

"I think the centurion-heads would argue against it being completely abandoned, buddy."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I traded it in when it got recalled and got an improved sense of street smarts!"

Damas strode after them with a grin lingering on his face. They were loosening up now, finding their stride. Listening to them bicker reminded him of Phobos and Sig in the old days. Putting on a small burst of speed, he caught up and gave them a slightly mischievous sidelong look.

"Is a tie-breaker required?" he asked.

"No," Daxter groaned, "I'm resigned to my fate. That's what I get for swearin' I'd never let Bigfoot out of my sight again."

Jak cheerfully added, "Dax keeps promises no matter how dumb they are."

"Good man." Damas nudged the ottsel's shoulder in rough approval.

"In that case, I agree to this little detour, but on one condition. Which is...?"

He waited.

Jak thought back to conversations they'd had during the couple missions he'd accompanied them on, and he thought he could guess the condition.

"Don't tell Sig you were doing stunts?"

Damas clapped him on the shoulder and smirked. "That's my boy."

He didn't miss the way Jak's eyes and smile alike widened in response.

#Splinter Cell au #jak and daxter #jak and daxter au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #dadmas #king damas #jnd tess #honestly tess is 'this' close to snapping and looking for raw dark eco so she can go ottsel and never do customer service again #running a rebel cell is the only reason Tess hasn't tried to talk the Dark Oracle into making her an Ottsel for Stealth and Toebean reasons #Jak thinks he's being cool and aloof but he's been following his parents around like a puppy and everyone knows it #Damas and Phobos: 'no son of ours is gonna work for a gangster and be parentified'#Jak: 'what about risking life and limb to go exploring forgotten places'#Damas and Phobos: 'acceptable. take a chaperone.'

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