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[hunnam]

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[florencemtrash]

The Artificer: Part II - Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Torture, violence, death

✨Based on this ask ✨

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“She is my mate.” The male’s eyes flashed with horror and understanding, and that feeling chased him towards his death, “And your High Lord will burn for what he’s done.”

Five months later…

“Where is she?” The Shadowsinger stalked forward, silent as the dead and just as unfeeling.

The Autumn Court warrior at least had the sense to tremble when The Shadowsinger came near. But he kept his red-cracked lips shut, golden eyes shining with hatred. 

“Bastard.” He sneered, spitting on Azriel’s polished boot. 

“I said.” A shadow darted out from his side, grabbing a fistful of matted tawny hair and wrenching it back. His skin was thin, so translucent that Azriel traced the flow of his blood in his purple veins with dead eyes. “Where. Is. She?” Every word was emphasized with a violent jerk.

He’d gone to visit you last week, carrying your favorite chocolates from Velaris and hoping for a far sweeter kiss in return. Instead your workshop had been in ruins. Swords shattered and the fire burnt out. For the first time, the room had been cold and unlit. 

Azriel had only found the pathetic male in front of him, kneeling on the ground and uselessly tugging at the sword which refused to move - Sunseeker. 

Azriel held it now in his hands, the pale, yellow glow sharpening the shadows beneath his eyes and the elegantly cruel cut of his jaw. 

It had been a risk trying to pick up the sword, but the weapon had sung to him and his shadows, calling out for him to wield it instead of the unworthy Autumn Court male. Azriel was no replacement for its real master - he was no replacement for you - but Sunseeker willed it and he obeyed. 

“Is there truly no one else capable of wielding it?” Azriel asked, sitting so close to you that your knees and elbows brushed against one another. He didn’t have the courage to kiss you just yet, but gods did he want to. And with the hours he’d spent looking at and dreaming about your lips, he was certain he had a good idea what you tasted like.

“Her.” You corrected, holding the sword up to the steady stream of sunlight that spilled through the slats in the ceiling. Pressed against the light, the sword appeared almost transparent - as if made of glass. 

Azriel smiled. You liked to name and personify every tool, weapon, and piece of equipment you owned, as if you had a secret third eye that allowed you to see into the lives of inanimate objects. He wanted to believe it was true - it was the only way he could explain the wonders you produced with your bare hands.

“There is one other person capable of such a thing,” You hesitated to tell him, but ultimately finished. “My mate.” 

All at once Azriel’s heart fell into free fall, prepared to crash through the cradle of his bones and into the floor. His face, marvelously, betrayed nothing.

“Your mate.” He stole his gaze away, focusing on a very interesting speck of dust on the counter, “They’re lucky.” He murmured, drawing away. 

You snorted, shaking your head. “Not lucky enough.” You sheathed the blade, returning it to its new place on the wall, “They haven’t found me yet.” 

“Oh.” A flicker of hope filled his chest - dangerous and unwieldy. “Is that… is that something you want? A mate? ” Azriel wondered aloud before his mind could trap the words. He cringed, shaking his head in self-disappointment. 

What a stupid question. Everyone wanted to find their mate. Everyone. He himself had been obsessed with the concept for hundreds of years. He had thought he’d find his mate in Mor, and then Elain, he had even thought he felt something more than friendship for Gwyn. 

But more recently the idea had faded into the recesses of his mind. More recently the worst of his thoughts had fallen silent, and it was all thanks to you.

“Maybe,” You considered it, “Maybe not.” You sighed, sinking back into your seat. You rubbed at a metal coin on the benchtop, feeling the oil gather on its surface and taint your fingers grey, “My parents were mates. They didn’t love each other though. Not really.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You shook your head and shook off his sympathy.

“I don’t know if I want a mate…”

You pulled your chair closer and reached out, delicately beginning to drag your fingertips over the ridges and valleys of Azriel’s scars. His heart stopped when you picked up his hands and gently kissed them, your calloused fingertips rolling over his ruined skin. 

“But there is something I definitely want.” You revealed, looking at him with more feeling than you ever had before. 

You’d been scraping by on lingering touches and reserved smiles and momentary glances that spoke of more than friendship. But it wasn’t enough. It had never been enough, not since the moment he’d walked into your workroom. You felt like a woman starved, deprived of something that you hadn’t even tasted yet. It was a terrible pain to want something you didn’t even understand the nature of. 

Azriel wasn’t everything. He wasn’t the air you needed to breathe. He wasn’t every piece of joy that life could bring. But he was the bright touch of color in the world that made everything that came before seem dull. And you didn’t want to live in greyscale anymore.

Azriel swallowed thickly, his hands instinctively falling to your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Whatever it is you want, Y/n - anything at all - I’ll give it to you.” He whispered reverently, closing his eyes when you pressed your forehead against his, “I swear it on my life.” 

It was such sweet torture feeling you pressed against him with your hands caressing his throat. You smelled like woodsmoke and citrus. Heady, sweet, and clean all at the same time. 

“Just you, Az. I just want you.” 

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He tightened his grip on you, swallowing your little gasp of surprise with his lips. 

Time was molten metal. Cooling, slowing, and warping around your hands as you molded it to your liking, so you could savor this moment for as long as possible.

Little did you know, your mate had found you. And he would find you again. Nothing but the crashing of the stars and the splitting of the earth would keep him from fulfilling this promise.

Azriel’s eyes darkened. 

“Three of you were sent to take Y/n.” Azriel stalked around the male, slipping in and out of eyesight without warning. The male pulled at his chains and the ring of his futile efforts echoed throughout the dungeon. 

“She put up a fight.” Azriel emerged from the male’s left, shooting out an arm so quickly that the pain followed after the fall of blood down his freckled cheeks. 

Azriel cleaned Truth-Teller on his forearm nonchalantly, continuing his ambiguous path. If it weren’t for the hard cruelty in his eyes and the knife in his hands, he would look… normal. As if he were doing the grocery instead of slowly butchering a fae alive. He’d already taken three fingers and four toes. 

The male began to shake. 

“I saw the blood in the shop. It wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t hers.”

Another arm shot out, followed by a scream. The male grappled for an ear that was no longer there, feeling the blood drip down his arms from the stump. 

“I DON’T KNOW!” The male cried out, curling in on himself, “I don’t know.” He repeated miserably.

“What don’t you know?” Azriel asked. His countenance said he was bored, but inside he was barely holding on by a thread. His shadows begged to be released and scattered across all of Prythian until you were returned home. They wanted chaos and pain - anything to distract from your aching absence.

Let us handle this. They hissed. We can take him. We’ll get the information. We’ll get everything. Let us-

Azriel shushed them, and they obeyed, falling to the edges of his consciousness and the edges of his body. 

“What don’t you know?” Azriel leaned forward, some sick, twisted part of him relishing in the way the male flinched. 

“I-I don’t know where she is. I don’t even know why he wanted her. Just some no-name artificer from-”

“Who wanted her?” 

The male paled further until his skin was as pallid as moonlight on lakewater. 

“WHO?!” 

“THE HIGH LORD!” He whimpered, shuffling away from Azriel’s encroaching footsteps. The chains scuffed the ground and then clanged when he reached the end of his length, trailing blood. “Ber-Beron wanted her.”

Azriel stilled, his insides turning cold. 

There were dozens of reasons why Beron might want you as his prisoner. Your talents alone made you worth a thousand men. But if Beron had any awareness of what you meant to him? 

Azriel gritted his teeth. “For what purpose?” He growled.

The male’s dull eyes closed in defeat. He was as good as dead. He could only hope the rumours were true and that the Night Court were not the devils they pretended to be. Then, and only then, might he be offered the option of a violently quick end. 

“He heard rumours of an artificer - a female artificer - capable of crafting weapons that could be bonded to a single wielder. He’s been searching for years now.” He shook his bloodied locks, “We thought…We thought it would be another dead end. Another body to bury. We didn’t think-” He choked on his words, trailing off into silence. 

Azriel crouched down, dragging the Truth-Teller down the male’s face like a sculptor ready to carve a piece of marble down. 

One wrong breath, one flinch, and he’d draw blood. 

“Finish what you were going to say.” His hazel eyes cut deep. 

He swallowed, “We didn’t think… we didn’t think she was anyone important.” 

Azriel’s eyes were swallowed up by shadows until they hardened into two marble stones.

The male held his breath, feeling an oppressive power start to press down on him. Suffocating. Cold. Lethal. Darkness shoved him to the floor, crushing his ribs until they splintered and snapped. 

“That was your mistake,” Azriel growled, “She is someone important. More important than you will ever be.” With a flash of blue and black, he buried Truth-Teller into the male’s chest all the way down to the hilt. 

A shock of surprise and pain flooded the male’s face, and before the expression could dissipate, Azriel leaned in close enough to smell the blood pooling on his tongue and dripping down his chin.

“She is my mate.” The male’s eyes flashed with horror and understanding, and that feeling chased him towards his death, “And your High Lord will burn for what he’s done.”

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His shadows roiled in frustration, climbing up his legs and arms like fire greedily chasing after oxygen. They weren’t happy about being denied a kill, and every moment Azriel kept them on a leash, the more irritable they became. Their devotion to you was second only to Azriel. Even then, they would hesitate to disappoint you, even if it meant going against their master. 

Soon. He promised them. Soon.

Azriel’s silhouette was carved out of the fabric of the night sky, shadows curling around his arms and wings as he stayed low, pooling his power to keep them all hidden. Cassian and Eris lay on the ground beside him, arms and wings tucked in close. 

Autumn lay like a sleeping giant all around them, sighing with a breath that had mist floating up from slick, damp earth covered in leaves. Azriel was grateful for the weather, the rain disguised the curling of their breath in the air and masked their footsteps when they crossed over from Spring. Night and mist were a Shadowsinger’s dream. 

The ground rose steadily in front of them, trees only daring to inch halfway up the hill as if they too could taste the magic in the air. All the trees - save for the godstree that marked the crest of the hill and snaked its thundering hand towards the sky in a knobby, clenched fist. 

Icaryon Hill was one of Autumn’s most highly guarded secrets, and like the Forest House, it hid all its treasures and prisoners underground. 

Azriel leaned down, pressing his ear to the ground and straining his ears for anything. Anything at all. 

Eris smirked at him, reveling in the way Azriel bristled and bared his teeth. He would never let the Shadowsinger forget how he’d become desperate enough to swallow his pride and ask him for help.  

Cassian looked equally displeased at the Lordling’s presence. “I hope your information isn’t as useless as the rest of you.” 

“Careful who you call useless, Bastard,” Eris drawled, choosing his words very carefully, “Or else I might have to leave you and your pretty little artificer for the dogs.”

Cassian had to stop himself from wringing his pale, slender neck, but Azriel - for once in his life - didn’t have that much self control. 

He shot forward, wrapping one scarred hand around Eris’s throat and slamming his head back into the ground, pushing down until he sank six inches into the damp soil. 

Eris’s eyes flashed with something like triumph and curiosity. Nevermind that the Shadowsinger was currently crushing his ribs with his knee, or that Truth Teller was starting to leave a thin line of blood on his neck. 

Azriel hated him, and the piece he hated most was that even when Eris was down, he had a way of making himself out to be the biggest person in the room. 

“Az, that’s enough,” Cassian hissed. His eyes kept swiveling back up to the hill, “Let him go.” 

Eris had warned them there would be a narrow window of time between the changing of the guards. The belly of Icaryon Hill was so expertly warded that no one - not even the High Lord - was capable of winnowing in. At some unknown time three guards would slip out and three guards would slip in, all winnowing to the gate hidden in the base of the godstree. One - and only one - of the males would have the key necessary to enter and exit and they’d have to unlock the gate in twenty seconds or risk triggering an alarm. If any blood was spilled on the earth, internal alarms within the Forest House would trigger the arrival of a squadron of gorgons capable of turning flesh to rock with a single touch. 

That meant in order to evade the wards they’d have to winnow up the hill, kill six highly-trained males without bloodshed, and find the key in less than twenty seconds if they wanted even the smallest chance of getting you out. 

Cassian knew this and it made his stomach turn. 

Eris knew this and it made him cocky. 

“Interesting.” Eris said, tilting his head with a smug smile on his face, “The Artificer, huh? Was that doe-eyed seer not enough for you?” 

Azriel began to heave with rage, eyes turning pure black. It was enough to scare even Cas. Azriel had been on edge for weeks since you’d gone missing, but Cass had never seen him so… so unhinged. 

Azriel had traded in his icy rage for a darker, more visceral variety capable of driving him to madness.

And Eris was not making things better.

He continued to goad him, “Maybe she ran away? I wouldn’t blame her.” 

“Eris, shut the fuck up.” Cassian growled, “When are the guards changing?” 

Eris ignored him, concentrating on the Shadowsinger. Azriel may have been the one to approach him for help, but that didn’t mean he was going to waste an opportunity to advance his own agenda. 

It was funny. Everyone said The Shadowsinger was near unreadable - cold as a statue and as unfeeling as steel. But deep down, Eris knew he was still the same little Illyrian bastard that had been shoved into a cellar and convinced he didn’t matter. And more than making him insecure or thoughtful, it had made him angry. 

Eris switched tactics, focusing on you instead, “Maybe, when this is all said and done, your precious whore will run away too.” Azriel stilled, shadows pouring off of him to the ground where they turned into claws and sank in deep, “And just maybe, I’ll be there to fuck her the way she likes. I’d pay her good money too.” 

“Eris!” Cassian’s warning came too late. Azriel raised his arm, Truth Teller glinting in the darkness.

Something in the earth shifted, thin rays of light spilling out of the gate atop the hill. 

Eris smiled. 

Just on time.

The guards were changing.

“Fuck!” Cassian groaned, grabbing at his swords but not daring to unsheath them. 

Azriel was roiling with panic and rage, every muscle in his body feeling ready to split in two. And Eris… Eris was smiling. 

“Go on Shadowsinger.” He said, pointing to the hill, “Tick tock.” 

Azriel clawed the front of his shirt, hauling him to his feet at the same time he clutched Cassian’s arm hard enough to bruise. They winnowed up to the gate in a whirlwind of death and shadow. 

Six guards. 15 seconds.

Eris slammed his fist into two of the males’ throats, cutting off their roars of alarm. Two swift kicks to their knees and they exploded out with a sickening snap. Sharp cracks followed and they fell to the ground, their necks sticking out at a harsh angle. 

Four.

Eris dropped to his knees, ripping at amour in search of the key. 

Cassian rolled to the ground, narrowly missing the downward swing of a sword that buried itself in the ground. He bounced onto his feet, as lithe and limber as a fae a quarter of his size. He grabbed a fistful of blood-red hair, swiftly bringing the other elbow down. He made perfect contact at the base of the skull, severing the connection between the spinal cord and the brain. 

Three.

This was taking too long. They would never make it in time. 

But… but how was it still so quiet? Cassian dared to look up from his search for the key and his blood ran cold. 

Azriel…

Azriel was death and decay given form. The moment they reached the gate, for the first time in his life, he relinquished full control of his shadows. 

They swarmed around him until he was nothing more than a dark, blurry cloud of destruction. He grabbed the male closest to him, digging his hands into his throat and registering the horror in his eyes before shadows poured into his eyes, mouth, nose, ears. They flooded every sense, screaming in Azriel’s ears of a power that he had never been desperate or angry enough to unleash… until now. 

The shadows filled the male’s body, wrecking bones and ripping apart tendons with a force that transformed them into razor sharp talons. The male gurgled, body jerking around in pain. Azriel finished him off by snapping his neck with a clean, sharp jerk. The body fell to the ground with a hollow thud.

Two. 

The remaining guards similarly dropped to their knees, empty eyes and hands left to ghost over their throats before they fell forward. Dead.

Shadows leaked out of their eyes and mouth, slipping over their cooling bodies like the rain that pitter pattered against their backs. But no blood. Not even a drop.

One tendril of night slid up Azriel’s leg and washed over his hands, depositing a glittering bronze key that burned with warmth. 

He should have felt more. More surprise and some semblance of disgust at what he’d just done. What he’d been capable of. But those feelings remained hidden, sullen and silent behind walls of obsidian willpower and adamant. 

Cassian and Eris stared at him, wasting a few precious seconds to gape at the littering of bodies around them, raindrops pattering onto their backs and slowly absorbing into leather and skin. 

Cassian swallowed, daring to break the silence, “I never knew you could do that.” He admitted blandly. Cassian wasn’t afraid of his brother - he never could be. He’d survived too many battles by his side to ever fear being on the wrong end of his blade… but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be unnerved by the powers that thrived within him, and how little anyone knew about them. 

“Neither did I,” Azriel said without emotion, closing his fist around the key. “Let’s go.”

He stalked to the gate where it hummed in the ground like a dropped coin, fluttering with life, beckoning him to enter. 

Just a little longer, Y/n. I’m coming.

He used the key and the gate opened.

You crouched in the darkness, cradling your ruined hands and trying not to cry. 

The first few weeks Beron had let you out of your cell during the day, bringing you to the forge hidden beneath the hill so you could set about building him a weapon of his own. You’d leaned into his desires, working the metal until it sang a song of promise to the cruel High Lord. 

He wanted power, and you’d promised it to him, proving your worth long enough for Azriel to come find you. But it had been almost two months, Azriel was nowhere to be found, and Beron was losing patience. 

He traded empty compliments for threats, and when those failed to do anything, he turned to outright cruelty. Just this morning, he’d had one of his men whip your hands until they bled. Then, as a personal touch, he’d torn your shirt to pieces and trailed his fingers down your back. His touch had been light. You could’ve mistaken them for the kisses of a lover if it weren’t for the fact that he’d set the tips of his fingers on fire so they burned the whole way down. 

They smarted and burned, the pain seeping in now that the shock was ebbing away.

“He’s coming. He’s coming.” You murmured to yourself, curling in on yourself with your arms pressed close to your exposed chest. “Just stay strong. Stay strong.” 

“He’s not coming for you, dear.” A phantom hand, cold and bony as death, caressed your back. You looked up, eyes shining like two shards of glass in the darkness. 

The High Lord was as handsome as he was deadly, the smooth and elegant planes of his face and his honey-sweet voice in stark contrast to the light of his eyes - or rather lack thereof. 

They held no warmth, no pity, no fear. 

“He’s not coming for you.” He repeated.

“Liar.”

He clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head. His blood-red robes trailed along the grate of your prison cell, blocking out the meager light that trickled down. The gold-trim embroidery winked deceptively, flashing sultry looks of wealth and opulence in your direction. 

Your stomach growled painfully and you wrapped yourself up as best you could. You’d spent most of your life time by the forge. Cold was not a familiar experience. 

“I don’t know what that Illyrian bastard, Azriel, promised you. Wealth. Prestige. Love.” 

You growled, kicking the wall hard enough for a shower of dirt to rain down on your head. You tried not to flinch when debris landed on sensitive skin, “Keep his name out of your mouth.”

Beron smirked, amused, “So much anger. So much defensiveness for a male who won’t care about you the next time a pretty female with doe eyes wanders into his path.” 

You bared your teeth at him. 

“Ahhhhh,” he clicked his tongue happily, “So perhaps you’re already aware he holds a certain reputation. Pity.” There was another swoosh of his velvet robes, “I’m promising you safety, enough gold and silks to make an empress jealous, and in return I just ask for you to do what you’ve always done.” He held up his hands, “I don’t understand where the difficulty lies”

“In return you’d want to make me your bitch.” You spit out, “To give you the tools to kill whomever you pleased.”

“I already have the tools to kill whomever I please.”

“No. No you don’t.” He narrowed his eyes in displeasure. You limped forward, holding your hands close to your chest. Your body may have been weak, but your heart and your mind were still strong. Not even Beron was capable of taking that from you. You looked up at the High Lord unflinchingly, “When Azriel comes for me - and he will - I’ll ask him for your head on a pike.” 

Beron sneered, “If he and his half-breed Lord decide you’re worth the trouble, I’ll kill your little Shadowsinger first and reduce him to ash.”

You set your jaw, refusing to look away as the High Lord turned on his heels and left the room. Only then did you sink to your knees exhausted and breathed in the scent of damp, rotting earth.

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[andvys]

Everlong // part four 

Warnings: 18+ , smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, angst, fuckboy!Steve, jealousy

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // slight Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

Summary: As you and Eddie grow closer, your feelings start to change and Steve gets a little suspicious of your friendship with Eddie. 

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“Okay, we gotta set up some rules if we’re gonna do this.”

“Rules?” you ask, raising your brows “what rules?”

“Like no kissing, for example,” Eddie says, doubting his own words.

“No kissing?” you pout, eyes flashing with sadness.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t kiss. Friends don’t kiss each other,” he says as though it’s the most simple thing– as though he doesn’t constantly crave you, as though he doesn’t want to kiss you all the time.

“But we kissed already,” you mumble.

For some reason your heart sinks at his words. You love kissing him, you don’t want to go without it.

Eddie stares at your saddened face, the pout on your lips is just too damn cute. He can’t resist you.

Rolling his eyes, he sighs, “okay fuck the no kissing rule.”

A satisfied smile appears on your face and you scoot closer to him, leaning in, you quickly peck his lips before you pull away again, “thank you,” you whisper.

He can’t help but smile, his lips tingle from your touch. He watches as you lie down on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watch him with a content look on your face. Your hair is wet from the shower you took a while ago, the smell of your strawberry scented shampoo lingers in the air, your lips are puffy from all the kissing, you are wearing a pair of pink panties and his shirt– he loves it. He could get used to seeing you like this, to having you around all the time.

“How about no seeing other people, no dating other people, no fucking other people as long as we do this?” he asks.

He doesn’t want to share you with anyone. Even if this has no meaning to you, he still doesn’t want to think about you with someone else– even when he knows that there is someone else for you.

“Yeah, that’s good,” you whisper, reaching your hand out, you grab his hand and play with his rings as you look up into his eyes “but the same goes for you.”

“Of course, y/n!”

You giggle at his wide eyes, he nods, his curls bouncing as he does so. He is so cute.

The thought of seeing him with someone else leaves you with a weird feeling in your chest. Maybe it’s because of Steve and the way he made you feel these past few years. Maybe it’s because you feel like there is nothing you have for yourself or maybe it’s something else.

“But what if you meet someone else?” you ask, looking down at his rings, avoiding his eyes.

A frown appears on his face.

He already found the one, he doesn’t need anyone else. He doesn’t want anyone else.

The sadness is written all over your face and he doesn’t know what to make of it. You love Steve and he is the only one you actually want but why does the thought of him seeing someone else make you so sad, you don’t have feelings for him, right?

“I won’t,” he whispers, looking down at your small hand, holding his now “I got you, I don’t need anyone else when I already have you– even if this is just a thing.”

Maybe someday you will want more than that. Maybe.

“Okay..”

He cups your cheek, tilting your head up so he can see your face. Your eyes lock and he smiles “you got any rules you wanna have?”

“Just uh..” you pause, breathing in “just don’t hurt me the way Steve does, don’t ditch me for other girls and things like that.”

His brows furrow and he shakes his head, “I would never do that.”

“Good,” you whisper, “and let’s keep this a secret.”

“Why, are you scared that he will find out?” he smirks.

You chuckle, shaking your head “I just don’t want him to be mad at you and… sneaking around is kind of…”

“Exciting?” he asks.

You nod.

“I agree,” he smirks, licking his lips at a certain memory, “having sex in Steve’s bathroom was hot.”

You blush and look away but you can’t hide the smile on your face, “it was.”

Laying down next to you, he moves his arm around your waist and presses his lips against yours, kissing you softly. You place your palm on his cheek and deepen the kiss. Eddie lies back and pulls you on top of him.

You make out with each other, his hands grip your waist tightly as you are cupping his face, sighing in content.

“And you wanted the stupid no kissing rule?” you chuckle, looking deeply into his eyes as you brush through his curls.

“Yeah… It’s stupid,” he mumbles.

He could be fooled into thinking that you might have feelings for him. You are laying on top of him, gazing into his eyes whilst you brush your fingers through his curls and kiss him like a lover would do.

To think that he will lose this someday makes his heart hurt.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods.

“How come, you are so nice to me all of the sudden?” you ask, placing your palm back on his cheek, you rub circles on his skin as you touch his cheekbone, “I mean, you were kind of mean–”

“Mean?” he asks.

You nod and look down for a moment, “I mean, you used to say all these mean things to me about my stupid “crush” on Steve but ever since that night at your place, things are different,” you mumble, eying his guitar pick necklace instead of looking into his eyes “I mean, you call, you talk to me differently now, you brought me cake and do all these sweet things for me,” you say, pointing the necklace around your neck now “so.. why?”

‘Because I love you,’ Eddie thinks to himself.

But he strays away from the actual question. He sighs and holds you even tighter, “I never meant to be mean to you, I just– I guess I was annoyed to see you pining after someone who doesn’t deserve you. It pissed me off to see you so hurt all the time and I know that’s not an excuse for how I behaved, what I did was wrong and I’m really sorry.”

You nod.

He looks up and meets your eyes again “and I care about you, y/n. I always did.”

You always did too.

Your eyes soften, your heart skips a beat and you suddenly feel the urge to hug him and never let him go “you do?”

He smiles, moving his hand up your body, he tucks your hair behind your ear, “I do.”

“I care about you too, Eddie,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

Happiness flashes in his eyes as he looks at you “really?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, kissing his cheek “I care about you a lot.”

You remember how scared you were when he was on the verge of death, when he laid in your arms and bled out. You remember the way your heart broke when he cried as he looked at you saying ‘it’s okay, y/n.’

It wasn’t okay. It could never be okay.

And maybe this is why you were so scared of getting close to him. It wasn’t just him who distanced himself from you, you also distanced yourself from him. If almost losing him hurt so much, how bad would it be if you would actually lose him. 

Because what if you got a little too close to him only to lose him in the end? You couldn’t bare that thought but you couldn’t do this any longer either. 

One night with him changed it all and you couldn’t stay away from him any longer. 

You let yourself fall into his arms and you could never regret it, being with Eddie is the best feeling in the world.

What started off with weekly meetings turned into daily ones, something that you looked forward to every day. Ever since you have made your little arrangement, you woke up with a smile every single day, no longer did sadness and loneliness control your life. Eddie brought light into your life and so much happiness. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, the moment you stepped foot inside his trailer, he was on you, kissing you and holding you in his arms and you loved it.

You had sex, lots of it. You learned new things about each other and you enjoyed every second of it. Eddie is an attentive lover, he cares about your pleasure more than his own and he always makes sure that you feel good.

Eddie makes you feel wanted and not just sexually. As more time has passed, you got more and more comfortable with each other. He started staying over at your place and you at his, you don’t just have sex anymore. You hang out together, you have movie nights, you go out for drinks together, he visits you at the café you work at during his lunch break and he still brings you the chocolate cake you love so much.

You feel comfortable with Eddie, you feel safe with him like you do with no one else.

He is sweet, funny, kind and although he still teases you, things are just different now.

He makes you laugh and he makes you smile. He spoils you with little things like flowers, he brings you your favorite snacks whenever you have a movie night, he makes you mixtapes, trying to make you fall in love with his favorite songs.

He is just perfect.

You don’t think about Steve when you are with him, you don’t feel sad or empty when you’re with him. You feel content and happy, you don’t need anything else when you are with him. 

Today is your day off, meaning that Eddie won’t go to the café for his lunch break– also meaning that he most likely won’t eat until he gets off work so after taking your time to get ready, you stop by the diner and get his usual order before you drive over to the garage he works at.

It’s the middle of August, the summer is hotter than ever and while you can’t wait for fall to come around, you can’t help but want to hold on to the late summer nights with Eddie, sitting him with him on his porch or on your balcony while having a few drinks, taking late night drives or simply just watching the stars together, you fell in love with these little moments with him. 

Getting out of the car, you grab the bag and close the door. Pushing your sunglasses down, you run your fingers through your hair before you walk into the shop. It’s empty, all the other mechanics must be on their lunch break. The only sound you hear is Eddie’s music in the back. A smile tugs at your lips as you walk further into the shop. Walking around the corner, you spot him leaning over a car, cleaning the surface with a rag.

You lean against the doorframe and take a moment to appreciate his beauty. His hair is in a low bun, he is wearing a white tank top– which is covered in black stains, his favorite bandana is tucked into his back pocket. Ever since he started working at the garage, he gained more muscles, especially on his arms. He always looked hot but now he just looks godly.

Eddie jumps a little as he finally sees you before an excited look appears on his face that quickly turns into a smug one when he notices that you are checking him out, licking your lips as you eye him up and down. Noticing your distraction, he does the same to you. You are wearing a sundress, a short one. Your hair is open, just the way he loves it. Your lips are a little red from the cherry chapstick you always use.

“Well hello there, Sweetheart,” Eddie he smirks as he sees the flustered look on your face when you notice that you have been caught checking him out. He throws the rag on his workbench before he walks towards you, “to what do I owe you the pleasure?”

You blush as he eyes with a smug look on his face.

“I uh– I brought you lunch,” you smile, raising the brown bag.

The smugness is replaced by a soft look on his face, he places his hand on your waist and reaches his hand out to your face, pushing your sunglasses up into your hair, “you brought me lunch?”

You nod, “I figured you wouldn’t stop by the café today, so..” you trail off as you hand him the bag “I got you a cheeseburger.”

“With fries?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Yes,” you chuckle, “also an extra treat.”

“An extra treat?” he smirks as he pulls you closer, eyes flickering down to your dress “the extra treat is you in this dress, baby. Did you put this on for me?” he asks, tugging at the material.

“Maybe,” you whisper, grinning as you lean in, kissing his lips before you pull away “now eat your lunch, Munson.”

“I’d rather eat your pussy–”

“Perv,” you laugh, slapping his chest.

“You love it,” he chuckles as he grasps your hand in his and raises it up to his lips, kissing it softly, he maintains eye contact, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile.

“Come on, let’s sit,” he says, leading you towards the couch in the corner of the room. You only now notice who’s car he is working on; Steve’s.

“Oh, that’s Steve’s car,” you mumble as you sit down.

“Yeah, he needed an oil change and wanted to get it polished. He’s gonna pick it up soon.”

You nod.

You haven’t talked to Steve since you all went to a party together, last week. You had a lot of fun with your friends, had drinks together and danced but Steve needed a different kind of thrill. Not only did he flirt with one girl that night, he even ended up making out with two girls on the couch for everyone to see, all you felt in that moment was disgust for him.

He tried to give you a ride home after that but you refused to be around him. The look of confusion was clear on his face when you took Eddie’s hand and walked off with him.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks as he unwraps his food.

“Umm, I’m not sure, just gonna watch a movie or something. What about you?”

“You, hopefully,” he smirks before he bites into his burger.

You roll your eyes, playfully but smile, “you can come over,” you shrug.

“I sure will,” he smirks.

“We can watch a movie.”

“Halloween?”

“Halloween,” you smile.

Eddie chuckles, he knows it’s your favorite movie. You beg him to rewatch it at least once a week and although he literally remembers every line of the movie already, he is still willing to watch it over and over again– anything for you.

You’ve been seeing each other for almost two months now and while it was nothing more than an affair, it doesn’t feel like it. It feels more like a relationship to Eddie. You don’t treat each other like friends with benefits would, you treat each other as though you are partners. He takes care of you and you take care of him. You stay over at his place, you wear his shirts, you make him coffee and breakfast in the morning, you go on dates– which you obviously don’t call dates but they clearly are dates. You kiss him, you cuddle him, hell– you bring him lunch.

And you start choosing him over Steve and that’s something that gives him hope, that you might get over Steve and that you might fall for him instead.

“Didn’t you want to see Robin today?” Eddie asks.

You sigh, a frown settles on your face, “yeah, she canceled on me again.”

“Why?” Eddie frowns.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, looking down at your hands, you pick at your freshly painted fingernails, “I think she just doesn’t care about me anymore. She’s always with Nancy and they are both leaving again in a few weeks and we haven’t hung out once, except for the parties or movie nights but she’s never really around me either so I don’t know where we stand..”

Eddie can see the sadness in your eyes. Robin is your best friend and that has never been any different. He always saw you two together, wherever you were, she was there too but that started changing after her newfound friendship with Nancy.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“I would,” you chuckle, looking up at him “but she keeps being dismissive and when we do talk, she’s either distracted or she interrupts me, it’s like she just doesn’t care or like me anymore.”

Eddie shakes his head, scoffing at your words “that’s not true. She does like you, how could she not? You’re you, you’re perfect and sweet, the best friend anyone could ask for.”

Your eyes soften, a warm feeling settles in your chest “you think so?”

“Of course I do, Sweetheart,” he smiles “now let me cheer you up. Have a bite of this burger this really pretty girl got me.”

You blush at the pet name and look down.

“I’m not hungry. It’s too hot outside to eat right now.”

“You’re hot and I still eat you.”

You roll your eyes and blush under his gaze, causing him to chuckle. You scoot closer to him, shaking your head “that’s so stupid,” you laugh.

“What?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief “that you’re too hot?”

“Stop!” you laugh.

“Never.” 

You put your hand over his and look into his eyes as you take a bite. He smirks, licking his lips as he watches you.

“Good?” he asks.

You nod, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you chew.

Eddie smiles, you always do that when you try to keep yourself from smiling while eating.

A chuckle falls from his lips as you lower your hand.

“What?”

“You got a little something there,” he laughs as he raises his hand towards your face, cupping your cheek, he wipes the ketchup off your lips and licks his thumb clean, smirking as your eyes darken.

“You thirsty?”

You blink.

“Huh?”

Eddie chuckles, placing his burger on the wrapper, he reaches for the cold drink in the bag. He opens the coke and gives it to you “here,”

“I’m not thirsty but thanks,” you mumble as you still stare at his lips.

“You want fries? I’ll share them with you.”

“No I’m good,” you mumble as you raise the can to your lips, unable to look away from him.

Eddie always looks good but something about him in a tank top and his hair in a low bun makes your stomach tingle.

“You sure?” he asks, popping a fry into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m not hungry for food.”

He quirks a brow and smirks “oh yeah? Then what are you hungry for?”

“You.”

His eyes darken and he chuckles, pushing the food away, he grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him “is my baby needy?”

My baby.

“Is that why you’re here?” he smirks.

You shake your head, blushing. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in, kissing his lips “no, I just wanted to do something nice for you but you look so good like this, Eddie.”

“I do?” he chuckles, squeezing your waist as you kiss him again.

“Yes,” you whisper, touching his hair, ruffling his bangs a little “you should wear your hair like this more often,” you say, sliding your hands down to his shoulder, you grab his arms “and you should wear tank tops more often.”

“You have seen me naked but it’s the tank top that does it for you?”

“It just looks very good on you,” you giggle.

The sound makes his heart flutter in his chest. Your smile is contagious.

“You know, I think this dress looks really good on you,” he says, moving his hands up “and this,” he whispers as he takes the guitar pick necklace between his fingers.

“This really handsome guy gave me this,” you smile as you place your hand over his.

“Handsome huh?”

You nod.

“You should give this handsome guy a kiss,” he smirks as he looks into your eyes, “as a thank you, you know.”

You giggle and lean closer to him, your noses bump together as you crash your lips against his. He cups your cheeks and pulls you closer.

Your kisses were always fast and rough but as time has passed, your kisses became more slow, sensual and more and more passionate. Like you’re enjoying every second of his lips against yours.

You can feel his growing bulge beneath you and he moans into the kiss as you grind against him. Your tongues meet as you deepen the kiss and you moan as his hands move down to your hips, moving your hips so you continue grinding your pussy against his dick.

“Shit baby,” he murmurs against your lips “I want to fuck you right now.”

You open your eyes and look into his lust filled ones “you should,” you whisper, pecking his lips.

“Steve is gonna be here soon.”

“So?” you ask as you continue to kiss him, placing your lips on his jaw “we still have a few minutes, right?”

You continue to grind against him, you feel his dick getting harder and harder. Grunts and moans leave his lips as he tilts his head to the side when he feels your lips on his neck.

“Fuck me, Eddie,” you purr, hands sliding up and down his arms “I’m so wet for you, been thinking about you all day.”

“Shit,” he hisses as you bite him playfully. He grips your hips tighter. Hearing you say that never fails to drive him crazy, he thinks about you too, all the time. But he can’t help but think that you also think about someone else and the thought leaves him with so much anger. He wants to be the only one on your mind, he wants to be the only one that you want.

His eyes fall on Steve's car and a smirk appears on his face.

He pulls your sunglasses off, putting them on the couch before he grabs your waist and stands up, you yelp as he picks you up, placing your hands on his neck “what are you doing?” you ask, looking into his eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he smirks, kissing your lips.

Your eyes widen as he places you on the hood of Steve’s car. Of course he’s gonna fuck you on his car. You can’t help but chuckle.

You place your hands on the car, giggling as he leans in to kiss your neck. He shoves his hand between your thighs, reaching for your panties, he takes them off. Leaning back to look at you, he raises the black material to his nose and locks eyes with you as he sniffs them.

Your eyes widen and you slap his chest lightly “you perv!”

“You smell so sweet, baby. Wanna bury my face in your pussy,” he smirks as he pushes your panties into his back pocket.

“Later,” you say, pulling him closer you spread your legs for him as you begin to unbuckle his belt “don’t have any time for this right now.”

Eddie pushes his pants and boxers down, he moans as you take his dick, stroking his length as you look into his hungry eyes.

He curses at the feeling of your soft hand around his cock, pre cum already leaking out of his tip. He pushes his palm up your thigh and touches your pussy “you’re fucking soaked,” he groans, feeling his dick twitch in your hand.

You moan as he slips two fingers inside you, stretching you open for his dick.

“Eddie… fuck me, please.”

“So impatient,” he chuckles.

He pulls his fingers out and pushes your dress up, pulling you closer by your hips, he watches as you slip his dick through your wet folds making you both moan in pleasure. You guide him to your entrance, keeping your eyes on his as he finally pushes inside you. You watch his face contort in pleasure as he sinks into your wet heat. Your name falls from his lips so beautifully. You love it, watching him fall apart, you love knowing that he feels so good because of you. You love knowing that you are the one that gets to have him like this.

He pulls out and looks at the way his dick glistens from your juices. He watches as he pushes inside of you again “god, I’ll never get tired of seeing this,” he moans.

You move your arms around his neck and pull him closer against you “feels so good, Eddie,” you whimper, resting your head on his shoulder, you kiss his neck.

“You feel fucking good too, y/n,” he murmurs as he starts fucking you at a slow pace.

You tighten your legs around his waist and reach for his hair, grabbing it tightly as he thrusts in and out of you.

“F-Faster.”

He picks up the pace, moving his hips faster, he groans, your tight and wet walls are squeezing his cock.

“S-Shit, you are so fucking tight,” he growls, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, he pushes the strap of your dress down your arm and kisses your skin “you’re so hot, baby and so damn cute, bringing me lunch, taking care of me, you are my good girl aren’t you?” he breathes as he starts pounding you faster and harder.

You moan hotly, drooling as you feel him hitting your g-spot.

“You love that huh?”

You nod, a high pitched moan leaves your lips as you stutter out a ‘yes.’

“Say it.”

He grabs your hair and pulls you back to make you look at him. He cups your cheek, dark eyes boring into yours “say it,” he growls.

His thrusts don’t slow, he keeps fucking you hard. His dick slides in and out of your squelching pussy.

“I’m your good girl, Eddie,” you whimper, looking at him with a smirk on your face “I’m all yours.”

His heart shouldn’t flutter the way it did but he loves it, the sound of it. You are his.

“Yeah? You’re mine?” he asks as he places his thumb on your bottom lip “not Steve’s?”

You shake your head and take his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, causing you to clench around him.

“Jesus… fuck..”

You giggle as you release his thumb with a pop. Putting your hands on his waist, you hold on to him as he pounds your pussy, leaning his forehead against yours, he kisses your lips “I fucking love your pussy, baby.”

“Oh my god,” you moan, arching your back in pleasure “a-and I love your cock…. shit, right there, Eddie.”

You feel as though his thrusts get rougher and harder, you pussy gets wetter at the feeling and your walls grip him tightly.

“I’m so close,” you moan.

“Me too,” he breathes, looking into your eyes as his fingers find your clit, rubbing circles on it, he smirks as your moans get louder, echoing through the big room.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. What if Steve walks in and hears you moaning my name? What if he walks in on me fucking you on his car?”

The thought of being caught does nothing but turn you on even more and Eddie can feel it, you clench around him and moan even louder.

“Eddie… please!”

“You wanna cum?” he grunts.

“Yes, please, please! I’m gonna–” your words get caught in your throat as he rubs your clit faster and fucks you harder.

He moans at the feeling of you getting tighter around him.

“Cum with me,” he murmurs against your lips before he kisses you.

The feeling is almost overwhelming as you cum at the same time as he releases inside of you with a loud moan. Eddie can feel you shaking in his arms and he holds you tightly as you kiss each other until you feel breathless.

You smile at each other as you open your eyes.

“That was so fucking hot,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it really was,” you whisper, giggling.

“Gonna do that again tonight,” he says as he pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his pants, he looks down, eyes darkening as he watches his cum leaking out of your pussy “oh baby,” he smirks at you as he pushes it back in with his fingers, earning a whine from you.

“Eddie…”

“Hey, Munson, you better be done with my car!”

Your eyes widen as Steve’s voice echoes through the shop. Your heart jumps in your chest and panic rushes through you.

“Shit,” you mumble.

Eddie chuckles at the look on your face. He grabs your waist and places you back on your feet, smoothing your hair down and pushing your strap back up to your shoulder, he kisses your shoulder sweetly before he pulls away from you with a smirk on his face.

You lean against the workbench, trying to calm yourself down before Steve walks through the door.

Eddie can’t even hide the smirk as he stares at you, he grabs the rag he used earlier and gets back to the car just as Steve walks in.

“Hey I–” he pauses as his eyes fall on you. Furrowing his brows he looks at you in confusion “y/n? What are you doing here?”

You swallow, breathing nervously as your eyes flicker to Eddie, who stares at you with a smug look on his face, asshole. Your legs are shaking, your pussy is pulsating and you can feel his cum leaking out of you. 

“I uh– I brought Eddie something to eat,” you shrug, trying to act casual “but I was just about to leave,” you say, looking away from him, you walk over to the couch to grab your car keys and sunglasses. Your eyes widen a little as you feel his cum dripping down your thigh.

Eddie sees the panicked look on your face and how flustered you are and he knows it right away. He turns away and focuses on polishing the car.

Steve looks confused, he looks between you and Eddie, he isn’t blind, he can see that you two have gotten closer in the past few weeks, he can’t help but feel jealous. He knows there’s nothing going on between the two of you but he still doesn’t like it.

Shaking his head, he looks down at his car, smiling as he puts his hand on the hood, running his hand over it “looks perfect again.”

Eddie smirks, he touches the same exact spot he has fucked you on right now.

“I’m uh– I’m gonna go,” you mumble, gripping your car keys tightly in your hand.

“Already?” Eddie smirks, still eying you with the same hungry look as before.

It doesn’t take much for him to make you feel aroused again, Eddie devours you with his eyes.

“Yeah..”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest and leans against his car “you got any plans?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you lie, avoiding his eyes “got some stuff to do so uh, I’ll see you around.”

You try to walk past him but he grabs your arm gently “hey,” he whispers “are you okay?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he looks between you two.

“I’m okay, yes,” you say as you try to give him a small smile.

He stares at you with a confused look on his face, he doesn’t believe you. He keeps his hand on your arm, eying you up and down as though he is trying to figure you out.

“You’re coming to my party tomorrow?”

You nod, turning your head to look at Eddie, you find him staring between the two of you with an angry look on his handsome face. Blinking, you turn away when you feel Steve squeezing your arm.

You meet his eyes, he licks his lips, smiling “good,” he whispers, “you look pretty by the way.”

A few weeks ago you would have blushed, the little compliment would have made your whole day but something has changed.

“Thanks uh– I’m gonna go now,” you mumble, pointing to the entrance.

He nods and lets you go.

“Bye,” you whisper.

He watches you walk away, you turn back to look at him one more time and his smile widens.

“What’s with that look on your face?” Eddie asks, unable to hide the anger in his voice. He hates the way Steve is looking at you right now.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, turning to face his friend.

Eddie shrugs, turning away from him, he starts cleaning his workbench.

“You’re making eyes at her.”

Steve chuckles, running his hand through his perfectly styled hair “so?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Eddie scoffs, clenching his jaw.

Steve furrows his brows, confused by his little outburst, “what’s your problem, man?”

Eddie closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, he shakes his head. Eddie has never snapped at Steve before. He did talk to him about his behavior towards you, even before you and him have gotten close but he never actually snapped at him until now.

“You’re leading her on and keeping her from moving on with someone who actually cares about her!” Eddie snaps as he turns back to look at his best friend.

Steve draws back a little, the irritation on his face is clear.

“Why would I want her to move on?”

Eddie raises his brows, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes flicker with anger “dude, are you fucking serious?” he laughs “you keep seeing new girls, going on dates, fucking around and you expect her to wait around for you while you go and do your sick shit?” he asks.

Steve lips part in surprise, hurt flashes in his eyes.

“I love her.”

This is the first time that Eddie hears it from Steve himself and god, he can’t help but hate him right now. Hot jealousy and anger burns inside of him. “Oh really? Where’s that coming from?”

“I always loved her,” he says, not noticing the anger in his friend’s eyes.

“Then why aren’t you with her?” Eddie asks despite knowing all the answers already.

Steve sighs, looking around the room, he throws his hands up, “I wasn’t ready to settle down, I wanted to have fun.”

“With other girls?”

“Yeah.”

“You do know that you can have all this fun with just one girl, right?” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not the same, I needed the excitement and the freedom b-but, it’s gonna be over after this summer.”

Asshole.

“You’re saying she’s not exciting then?”

Steve shakes his head “no, that’s not what I’m saying– hey, why are you so mad about this?” he asks with a frown on his face.

“You do know that you’re hurting her, right?”

Steve shrugs “yeah but it’s okay, I’ll make it up to her.”

Oh, Eddie has never wanted to punch someone as bad as he does right now and he doesn’t even care that it’s his best friend standing there in front of him.

“It’s okay?” Eddie scoffs, his face is starting to get red from all the anger inside of him.

“Dude, she said it’s okay. She said that she would wait for me,” Steve sighs.

Eddie would love nothing more than to take your panties out of his back pocket and throw them at his face, telling him that he is the one that gets to fuck you and hold you every night.

“She’s the girl I wanna marry, the one I wanna settle down with.”

Eddie burns with anger as he listens to his words. He won’t let that happen, Steve doesn’t deserve you.

“Right,” he mumbles, “well, I gotta get back to work.”

Steve nods, putting his hands on his hips. He lowers his head, huffing in frustration.

“Can I ask you something before I leave?”

“Sure.”

“Why are you so protective of her all of the sudden?” Steve asks, looking at him in suspicion.

Eddie shrugs.

“Someone’s gotta look out for her.”

To say that his day was ruined was an understatement. All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind. He didn’t like the way Steve looked at you or the way he talked about you as though you are his. 

He tried to keep his anger at bay but it was difficult. He felt frustrated and sad knowing that one day you will walk out on him and never come back. He can’t handle the thought alone, he doesn’t know how he will survive living through that actual moment and the aftermath of it all. 

The truth is, he is scared to lose you and he already knows he will. Once Steve is done playing around, he’s gonna take you away from him and the thought leaves him with a broken heart already. He doesn’t want this to be over. He doesn’t want this to be a summer fling and nothing more, he wants you, forever. 

It hurts to see you with him, even if it is just a conversation between friends, it just really hurts because he knows that someday, you’re gonna be more than just friends and Eddie will have to watch you love someone that isn’t him.

He tried to put on a fake smile for you that night, not wanting you to know how much he is hurting but you noticed that something was off but you didn’t push him to talk, instead you cuddled up to him and asked him to stay the night. 

The next day wasn’t any better, he kept messing up at work and got into a fight with a rude customer. When he finally got home, he was able to relax as he took a shower but the thought of having to go to the stupid party made him feel tense. 

-

Steve’s house is filled with people Eddie hasn’t seen since he graduated high school. Loud music is booming through the house and people are everywhere. It’s too much, too crowded and way too loud and it only makes his anxiety even worse.

He is on edge and he feels tense. 

He can’t focus on anything. He can’t focus on any conversation with Argyle or Jonathan. He only keeps staring at you, as though he tries to memorize everything about you.

Somehow he got dragged into a game of truth or dare with his friends and a few people he knew from the school band.

Sitting next to Argyle, he keeps his eyes on you. A smile lingers on your face as you Robin whispers something in your ear, you laugh and turn to Nancy as the girl tugs at your hand, trying to tell you something.

At least one of you is having fun tonight and he is happy to see you enjoying your night with Robin again.

Eddie didn’t really feel like participating in the game, he wasn’t in the mood tonight and luckily the bottle never landed on him either. The dares were funny though, Jonathan was just dared to swap clothes with Robin, he was sitting on the floor with a flannel that was a little too tight on his arms and a pair of high waisted jeans that were… too tight as well and Eddie couldn’t help but tease him and laugh at him all night.

“Should have brought your camera, Byers,” he chuckles, “we need a picture of this sick outfit.”

He scoffs at his friend but laughs.

“I agree, this is the best one you have worn, my dude,” Argyle jokes, winking at his best friend before he turns to look at Eddie “wanna spin the bottle for me?” he asks.

Eddie shakes his head.

Argyle nudges his shoulder “come on, man. You gotta lighten up a bit. Did something happen with your girl?” he asks, wiggling his brows, he steals a glance at you and catches you staring at Eddie with a small smile on your face. Argyle knows that look, it’s the same one that Eddie holds in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

Eddie grumbles something under his breath. The insecurity is clear on his face, the sad puppy eyes almost break Argyle’s own heart but he knows that Eddie has no reason to feel that way and he will prove it to him.

He looks away from him and reaches for the bottle “this better land on the right person,” he mumbles.

“Hey,” Robin whispers in your ear. You turn to look at her, raising your brows in question.

“Do you remember her?” she asks, tilting her head towards the girl next to Steve.

You look away from her and Steve who whispers something into his date's ear, making her giggle.

You tilt your head a little, you do remember her from school but also from somewhere else, you could swear you have seen her not too long ago. You do know that she used to be a cheerleader, her name is Donna. She is actually one of the only girls from the cheer squad who was nice to everyone. Her dark blonde curls frame her face perfectly and she has pretty brown eyes and also a really nice personality– you feel bad for her, she is only gonna be another heartbroken girl because of Steve Harrington.

“Yeah, she was on the cheer squad,” you say as you turn back to Robin.

“She’s so hot, I could treat her way better than he can.”

You can’t help but laugh at Robin’s words “you should steal her,” you smirk.

She rolls her eyes “right, no one can steal Steve’s girl– oh, your turn!” she says as her eyes widen all of the sudden, pointing to the bottle that is pointing at you now.

Your heart jumps in your chest as you feel all eyes on you.

“Truth or dare, y/n?” Argyle asks, smirking at you already.

Oh boy, you can already imagine what kind of embarrassing questions he will ask. For a moment your eyes lock with Eddie’s and you frown as you notice the sadness in his eyes.  

You noticed that something about him was a little off since yesterday, his eyes were glassy when he came over and you knew he had been crying, it broke your heart to know that something had upset him so much. You haven’t talked much to each other today and you can already feel yourself missing him even when he’s right in front of you. 

“Uh– dare.”

His smirk widens and he glances at Eddie before his eyes settle back on you, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive guy in this room.”

Robin and Nancy giggle, Jonathan looks at you with a huge grin on his face. Eddie doesn’t meet your eyes though, he looks down at his hands as his face shows nothing but sadness already. 

He knows who you will kiss and his heart is already aching at the thought of seeing you with someone else like that. His eyes water and his heart starts pounding in his chest, he wants to run out of the room to avoid having to see that.

He tries to drown out the voices in the back and the giggles, staring down at the rings on his fingers when he suddenly feels the warmth of your hands on his cheeks, you tilt his head up and you stare at him with soft eyes.

His own eyes widen and he stares at you with a shocked look on his face, his heart starts racing for a different reason now and he gasps a little as you press your lips against his.

His mind is racing with so many different thoughts and questions. 

You are the one who asked for this to be a secret but now you are kissing him in front of everyone, dare or not, if you wanted to hide your ‘relationship’ so bad, you wouldn’t be kissing him right now, especially not in front of Steve. 

Steve. 

Shouldn't you be kissing him? It’s what he expected at least but as he feels you deepening the kiss, he can’t help but smile against your lips, he grabs your face  and pulls you closer as a feeling of joy rushes through him. 

Argyle and Jonathan whistle in the back and Robin and Nancy turn to stare at each other with shocked but excited looks on their faces. Steve however, doesn’t understand what’s happening. He stares at you with an angry and hurt look on his face. His heart feels heavy and his chest burns with anger and jealousy as he watches you kiss Eddie.

This isn’t just a kiss, there is more than that and Steve can see that. Eddie pulls you closer and you throw your arms around his neck.  

“Oh my god, I always knew they would date someday,” his date giggles.

“What?” Steve asks, angrily, still not turning away from you.

“They always sat in history class together and he always stared at her with this look in his eyes and now look at them, that’s so romantic!”

Steve clenches his hands into fists, angry tears blur his vision. He grabs his drink and gets up, storming out of the room.

He feels betrayed and heartbroken.

Why would you kiss someone else if you love him so much?

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (Part 14)

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The ride to the next town was too short for Y/N’s liking. She wasn’t ready to face the Judgement Day after she stormed out of the room and ignored their messages.

Her only desire was to be a wonderful daughter. Then her mind got racing. What if she could join the Judgement Day without her father hating her? She didn’t want to be like Dominik either, Y/N kind of wanting to still go to family suppers. He’s no longer invited to them. 

“Y/N we are here,” Iyo says. Y/N looks up and notices they are at the hotel. She looks around the parking lot, trying to see if there was a vehicle that the vehicle that TJD rented was there. It wasn't, but it was almost time for them to arrive. 

She gets out of the vehicle and walks to the back to grab her bags. She waits for Damage Ctrl to be done before walking to the hotel entrance with them. Y/N is hoping to room with all of them, with two queen beds. Bayley will share with Y/N, while Iyo and Dakota will share. 

She hopes to avoid sharing with the other four again, but they pulled Y/N out of the room when it was just her and Bayley. 

Now that she was okay with her father, they would call every second day. Back to sort of normal times. They would most definitely judge Y/N for her decision, but Y/N just couldn’t call her dad deadbeat and move on like Dominik did. Her dad had been there forever and was the only one she had for a parent figure growing up. 

Tears well up in Y/N’s eye as the face of disappointment from the Judgement Day flashes in her mind. Bayley pushed away her thoughts, coming back with room keys. Y/N blinks her tears away, gathering her bags, and follows the three to the elevator.

The room was big. So all the girls' items can fit in there. With three hours until the arena, the girls had time to shower. Y/N went first. By the time she got out, her phone was going off nonstop.

“Omg, who is that?” Bayley says, as Y/N walks out in just a towel. 

“I don’t even know, pass me my phone,” Y/N replies. Iyo tosses the girl her phone. When she looks at it, it’s Judgement Day. 

“Who is it?” Dakota pipes up, grabbing her shower things.

“JD,” Y/N says, finally looking at her messages from them. It was a group chat. 

‘Are you even here Y/N,’ -Damian 

‘Y/N, doll,’ -Rhea

‘Girl, tell us where you are,’ -Dom

‘Room number??’ -Finn

‘Y/N please,” -Dom

Missed call from Damian

“Holy, they’re obsessed with you,” Iyo says.

Y/N shakes her head, wondering if she should tell them her room number. She will message that she made it so they don’t have to worry, though.

‘Made it fine,’- our girl

‘That’s all you’re gonna tell us?’ -Rhea

‘Yup, see you tonight, maybe,’ -our girl

Y/N sighs. Her life felt so complicated. Y/N couldn't deny that her life was complicated. She could be with the Judgement Day in their family and have her actual family be mad at her or have her dad the man who was there for her entire life, while having the JD being really disappointed in her. 

There is honestly only so much more Edge could say to his daughter before she just blows at him. There is only a certain amount of time left. The Judgement Day knows that, but Y/N doesn’t want to know. She wants everything to be normal between her and her dad, but that’s not going to happen again.

Y/N must have been in deep thought for a while because now it was time to go to the arena. Iyo had picked up Y/N’s bag and handed it to her while she was walking to the door. When they all walked out of the door, someone clearing their throat stopped them. 

The girls turned around. There stood The Judgement Day. Y/N let out a loud sigh, so that both groups could hear. 

“Wanna head to the arena with us, Y/N?” Dominik asks.

“Well, I was gonna go with the girls,” Y/N replies.

“Go with them,” Iyo says. 

“Yeah, go, we are fine,” Dakota says quickly. It was like someone was glaring at them like that someone was going to murder them. Y/N looks at Rhea, who is staring into Dakota’s soul. 

Iyo pushes Y/N towards the other four, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She walks away with the other girls as Y/N stands there in slight shock. They just left her. 

“Come on, we are going to be late,” Finn says, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her to the elevator. 

As Y/N got into the van, she became more nervous. Not at the fact that she was in the van with them, it’s the fact that her father was going to call at any time. She could already see their faces. They’d be so disappointed in her. There was also no way she could hide her phone and answer it because she was in the middle between Damian and Rhea. The two who were most persistent with saying that Edge was trying to make her life worse.

Her phone buzzed, but she didn’t check it. She just stuck her phone under her legs. Y/N knew it was her dad phoning. 

“Who is it?” Damian asks.

“I don’t know,” Y/N replies.

“Well, check it,” Rhea demands.

“I’m good. It most likely wasn’t important,” Y/N shrugs. 

Finn looks back in the mirror at Rhea with confusion. She was being secretive. They didn’t like this. They were going to figure it out one way or another. 

Once they got to the arena, Rhea informed Y/N that she was going to be in their locker room with them. Of course, Y/N had no say in what she wanted to do because Finn grabbed her hand again. As soon as they entered the building, a crew member handed a schedule to Dominik. 

“Y/N, you have a fun little match against Candice,” he says.

“Oh okay,” Y/N replies.

“And we have a match with Mami at ringside against The O.C with Mia at ringside,” Dom says. 

“Let’s get ready then,” Rhea says.

They of course, dragged Y/N to their dressing room and told her she was getting ready with them. Her bag was being carried by Finn, so she couldn’t really just run to Bayley.

“Here. I found the clothes you put in your bag,” Rhea says, handing her the clothes. She pushes the younger girl into the bathroom. Y/N looks at the door, confused. Then finally realizes that they probably were going to change in the big room. 

She spends a long time in the bathroom just to make sure that they were actually ready when she walked out. There was a knock on the door and a voice called out, “Y/N, you alive in there?” 

“Uh, yeah,” Y/N replies, opening the door. Rhea was sitting on the stool in front of the vanity. She was doing light makeup because she didn’t really want a full face when it’s a house show. Rhea notices Y/N and gets up.

“Sit on Dom’s lap,” she demands.

“But there are other seats,” Y/N mutters, pointing to the seat next to Dominik.

“Sit on his lap. You’ve probably done it before,” she says.

Y/N doesn’t want to argue anymore, so she moves over and sits on Dominik’s lap. He places his hands on her waist, moving her around like he always used to. Once she was in the perfect spot, he wrapped his arms around her waist fully. Once Rhea was happy with where she was sitting, she grabbed the makeup she’ll need to use on Y/N.

“Look up,” Rhea says. Y/N looks up at Rhea. Her hands make their way to Dominik’s hands. She starts playing with his fingers as Rhea does her makeup. 

Sitting in his lap brought back memories. She started sitting in his lap at the rip age of 10; he was 12. There were no seats left backstage at an event and Dominik didn’t want Y/N to sit on the floor. Ever since then, he always let her sit in her lap. 

“Done,” Rhea says, tapping Y/N’s cheek. Damian and Finn were in awe of the three. They really wanted Y/N to be a part of their relationship, but she would probably never join. This interaction was making them wish even more.

Y/N tries to get up and look in the mirror to see what Rhea has done, but Dom won’t let her up. He just hands her his phone with the camera app facing her. Even though it was light make-up, Y/N loved it.

“Rhea, I- omg I love it,” Y/N stutters.

“I knew you would,” Rhea smiles. 

Y/N hands Dom his phone back, not wanting to invade some privacy he might have on there. He takes his phone back but leaves it on her lap. Y/N finally looks over at the other two boys who were just staring at them with love.

“What?” she questions. 

“Oh, nothing,” Finn replies with a smile. 

“No, it’s something. What is it?” Y/N questions again.

The boys didn’t have to answer though, because there was a knock at the door. It was time for Y/N to go to the gorilla and wait for her entrance. The Judgement Day said goodbye to Y/N, while she just gave them a wave. Was she scared her father was going to call while she was away? Yes, very much so. But she couldn’t focus on that while she had a match. Even though it was only a house show, it was still important to Y/N that she made fans happy. If that’s winning a match, then she can do that.

The match went smoothly. It was on and off of who was dominating, but in the end, Y/N had won. After the match, Y/N and Candice shared a hug. There was no bad blood between them and they were very good acquaintances. 

When Y/N walked back into the Judgement Day’s locker room, the atmosphere felt different. Not like they were fighting. Like they were mad and disappointed. Y/N found her phone in the middle of the table. They had it pointed up. Her dad had messaged her several times. She knows that they’re disappointed in her, so she keeps her head down.

“What’s this?” Rhea questions. 

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200mph: part one | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg13

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking and smoking, y/n is a little uncomfy but jimin stays with her like a good bff, brief mention of a racing accident

summary: as jungkook begins the new racing season, a face he’s never seen before quickly catches his attention.

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“I don’t understand why you want me to go, you have guy friends that are interested in that kind of stuff, don’t you?”

“That’s not the point, Y/n. If I wanted them to go, I would’ve asked them by now, but I asked you.”

You sighed, slightly shaking your head at the begging boy in front of you while slowly making eye contact with the ground and lowering yourself onto the foot of your bed. Your arms were wrapped around your upper body and you couldn’t help but let out another huff, contemplating whether or not you should give him a bullshit excuse as to not go.

Jimin has been your best friend since you were young kids, meeting for the first time in elementary school. As you grew up, the two of you became inseparable, always spending time together. And on a typical day you would have loved spending your Friday night with him, that is, up until recently.

As the two of you began college back in the fall, you both started to branch out and try new things. You knew Jimin was going to fit right in with the frat boys and it was reassuring to have someone watch your back at their parties; it made them a little more bearable. What you did not expect was for Jimin to gain an interest in motorsports, specifically street racing.

You had heard him saying not too long ago that some of the guys in the frat house raced occasionally. 'Big money,' he said, but if only you knew just exactly how much those winners were getting paid, as well as the spectators who decided to bet on certain drivers.

The two of you had just gotten takeout and were lying in your dorm room while watching (and making fun of) random reality shows. You had gotten up to use the bathroom just to come back out and have Jimin spring onto you that there was a street race tonight and a couple of his frat brothers would be there racing.

And instead of going by himself and making friends like the social butterfly he is, he of course had to invite you.

Now here you were, brain working overtime trying to come up with some lame excuse to seem busy. But Jimin knew you weren't.

"Y/n, I promise you'll have a good time tonight. It's not as boring as you think. We'll only be there for an hour or two and then we can come back to the dorms," he expressed while softly pouting his lips at you.

"What's in it for me?"

Jimin rolled his eyes at you. "I'll finish your damn English paper, okay?"

Although still reluctant, you agreed to go. As long as this doesn't become a regular Friday night occurrence for you, how bad could it be? It also helped that he gave you the biggest eye smile after you said yes.

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You thought that maybe four to five people would be here racing, bringing a few friends each, but no. Not at all. In fact, the streets were packed like a full house. There had to have been roughly twenty guys standing alongside their expensive muscle cars, engines roaring loudly and echoing through the streets, wheels shining as camera flashes blinded them. There were also probably two hundred people who got their asses up to come out tonight to see these men race. The atmosphere seemed similar to some of the parties you had been to, so it was to no surprise that it garnered a large viewing.

But putting it simply, you were intimidated. It was very crowded and here you were being dragged behind Jimin as he tried to get the two of you closer to the front where the start/finish line was located. Was it really necessary for these large muscular men to keep giving you side eye as you bumped into them?

Had it not been for the dozens of lights and neon signs hung up everywhere, the streets would have practically looked like a ghost town. There was nothing here, close to abandonment, which made for the perfect place. Old beer cans and ashes scattered the ground, you noted that they must have been racing here for a lot longer than you originally thought.

You brought your gaze up, looking around when you noticed there were cigarettes and blunts everywhere. Almost every guy here was either smoking or drinking, sharing with the girls who had draped themselves overtop of them. They were practically naked as they wore knee-high strappy stilettos and those short, skimpy skirts (the ones that stop just below their ass cheeks), paired with either a very cropped tank top, or a V-neck top that rested so low that their breasts would fall out any minute. It was almost impossible not to catch a glimpse of their lacey thongs as they wrapped their arms around the guys' shoulders. Although you knew those guys were enjoying the attention they got, the views being an added bonus.

But what were you wearing tonight? A t-shirt and jeans.

Did Jimin tell you about the unofficial "dress code" for this kind of event? Nope.

You wouldn't have dressed like them even if he had told you, but you also could've worn something even a slight bit more revealing than this! Even if it was a skirt that went mid-thigh along with a tighter top!

You felt a nudge on your shoulder, breaking your train of thought and gaze away from the crowd and closing back on Jimin. His hand was on your elbow as he pulled you closer, leaning down to your ear and started yelling, but you could still barely hear him over the blasting music. "The race is about to start; my pick is Jeon."

"I guess I'll go with him then, too," you said as you smiled back up at him. The two of them had been good friends for a while, so what better choice?

You had heard of Jeon Jungkook, even seeing him around a few times when partying with Jimin. How could you miss him whenever he wore those tight jeans and white shirts that hugged his muscles so perfectly, complementing his tanned skin. And his tattoos! God those fucking tattoos made you want to drop to your knees right then and there for him. It didn't help that he not only had an eyebrow piercing, but also a lip ring that he just couldn't seem to stop playing with. Jungkook is a very attractive man, and you could agree with that whether you were in a drunken state or not.

But you knew Jungkook hadn't heard of you. There was no way. In fact, he never even spared you a glance at any of those parties. His tongue seemed to be always shoved down someone else's throat. The only mutual friend the two of you had was Jimin, but since you both came from complete opposite sides of his life, you were rarely crossed paths with each other.

Yet again, your thoughts were quickly broken, startling you as everyone began to cheer louder; you noticed the guys were now getting into their respective cars. Engines revved as each of their names were introduced, girls fawning and screaming over them.

As everyone moved out of the street and onto the sidewalks, the announcer walked onto the platform, taking the mic. "I want a clean race gentlemen. You know how this goes; first place takes it all. Ready... Set... GO!"

And with that, they were out of your sight as they sped off and made the first turn. From where Jimin had you standing, there were large screens visible on the side of the buildings that showed them from a drone view as they raced through the city. It was terrifying watching as they weaved around each other, just narrowly avoiding a few obstacles that happened to be in the way.

It was easy for you not to lose sight of Jungkook. He stood out by driving the brightest neon blue Chevrolet Camaro you had ever seen, decorated with white stripes down the middle. He also happened to be leading significantly in front of the other racers, giving him just enough time to makes turns a bit more cautiously.

You turned back to Jimin. "How long are they racing for?"

"Usually about 7 miles. Not too long, but just long enough to get a good race out of these guys."

You nodded your head, eyes focusing back onto the screens.

You winced when some of the girls would let out these high-pitched shrieks whenever they saw two of the guys spin each other around, smoke engulfing their cars, but the racing never stopped. It didn't matter what happened or how badly they would place, the race would go on without them.

A few minutes passed by and you could hear the engines becoming significantly louder as they approached the finish line, back where you all stood. The overhead camera still focused on Jungkook as he led the group, but you could see someone quickly coming up from behind him.

You hear Jimin mumble, "Fuck Y/n, if he blocks he might actually win this."

And that he did.

The guy behind was racing aggressively, but Jungkook was able to perfectly block him each time he made an attempt to get around his car, which made for an extremely close photo finish as he sped past the checkered flag. Obviously, all the girls were now cheering even louder than before, starting to run into the street and up to Jungkook as he climbed his way out.

But that's reasonable because fuck did he look so good. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead as his bangs fell in front of his face. That large, tattooed arm of his just had to push the strands of jet-black hair back while a smirk was displayed across his face. He was winking to the girls all around him, once again playing with that damn lip ring.

Jimin pulled you with him to go congratulate Jungkook as they announced his name, but you kept yourself hidden behind his back. This just wasn't your place; you weren't friends with Jungkook, you didn't even know him. Most of their frat brothers were there, high fives and fist bumps being shared between them all, and you stood awkwardly, like you were invading their space.

"Jungkook holy fuck! You're a fucking monster out there!" Jimin laughed as the two of you had shuffled your way directly in front of Jungkook. You had been attempting to stay hidden behind Jimin, but one glance up and now you were making eye contacting with the winner himself.

God, he looked even better up close, those big brown eyes of his displaying so much joy. Maybe a hint of cockiness, too. Just slightly, though.

You, however, quickly looked away, looking anywhere but at him. But Jungkook didn't, he kept his eyes focused on you. Whatever Jimin had been saying became muffled and was going in one of his ears and out the other.

Jungkook was confused. Were you one of Jimin's friends? How had he never seen you before? He definitely would have noticed and remembered you! Were you usually at these races?

He must have zoned out and before he knew it, you and Jimin had started walking away from him as more people tried coming closer to talk to and congratulate him about the win. The girls you had observed from the beginning of the night were now wrapping their arms around him, posing for pictures to post to social media, but he didn't even bother to pay them any attention.

As the night passed by, Jungkook tried celebrating with the rest of his frat house but just couldn't get the picture of you out of his head. Who were you? He made a note to himself to question Jimin once he came back for the night.

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Love Lies — 1

Polyamorous 141/Female reader — 18+, minors do not interact, illusion to smut

author’s note: hey guys!! shorter chapter to get us all started with this. The chapter mainly contained flashbacks and snippets of the growing dynamics. I think that at first, a lot of the series will be flash backs to see how the feelings have developed and tender moments, then we’ll get to the juicy details and angst.

I really really hope everyone enjoys. If it feels too fast paced, shove some requests or ask for headcanons in my inbox!!

The world began and ended in dust and clouds.

The helicopter blades whirred as they sliced through the air, cleaving the wind upon its descent. In the back of the heli, you tilt your head back against the seat, clamping your eyes shut. A dog rested between your parted legs, his snout nuzzled into the palm of your hand as you fought off the overwhelming urge to vomit.

“If you puke, I’m not going to help you clean it up,” he whispered from beside you, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

You cracked one eye open and offered a short grunt.

“Kyle, I am less than five seconds away from pushing you out of this damn helicopter.”

He raised his hands in false surrender, chuckling beneath his breath. Having known Gaz for nearly a decade, you were well accustomed to his antics. You knocked your knee against his as the helicopter finally touched the tarmac.

Unbuckling the harnesses keeping your body tethered to the seats, you climbed out of the heli, relief washing through you as your boots hit the ground. Gaz rounded the aircraft, your German Shepherd in tow. Kodak licks at the palm of Kyle’s hand before trotting over to you.

Traitor.

The sound of footsteps made your attention circle back to the task at hand. Two tall men stood before you, three if you count the third one running to catch up to the others, tufts of his mohawk ruffling with the wind. You raise a brow, canting your head curiously as you study each of the men.

Meeting with your employer face to face was always a daunting experience. Yet Captain John Price offered a courteous dip of his head, a proper greeting, while the masked man to his right stood silently. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt the hair on the base of your neck bristle. His gaze made your skin burn.

The Captain cleared his throat, extending a hand in greeting. He held a certain air of authority and you cast Kyle a brief glance before grasping your Captain’s palm, shaking firmly.

“Welcome to the task force, Reaper.” Price smiled, retracting his hand and standing to his full height.

Shit, why was everyone massive?

Price motions to the masked man beside him. The Lieutenant. The Ghost. You craned your neck to look him in the eye as you offered a curt dip of your head. He merely grunted in return, his gaze fixated on the dog that had remained by your side.

A small rustle came from behind the Lieutenant as the shorter man rocked back and forth on his heels, eagerly awaiting his turn to meet you. You raised a brow at the soldier, a small smile flickering across your lips as you raised a brow curiously.

The man with the mohawk stepped out from behind Ghost, grasping your hand with excitement.

“It’s a pleasure, bonnie,” he spoke, warmth mingling with each word that fell from his lips. “The name’s John MacTavish; Soap.”

He was Scottish.

You grinned, squeezing his hand firmly. “What kind of callsign is Soap?”

The men looked amongst each other, a knowing smile passing around the group: something you weren’t privy to. An inside joke of sorts.

“Lass, you don’t even know the half of it,” Soap chuckled and gave you a flirtatious wink, pulling back as Gaz took a step closer to you, placing an arm around your shoulder before leading you towards the base.

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You quickly fell into a steady routine over the next few months. Waking up in the morning to go on runs around the base with Kyle and Soap. Running between the two men gave you a fierce motivation, a competitive streak. They would shoot grins at you as they surrounded you, Kodak at your heels. He was retired from active duty, much like you had been, but still went out on missions on the odd occasion you did.

Sparring sessions with Ghost in the gym had become a new normal, as had helping Price with paperwork. You had comfortably nestled your way into the hearts and routines of the boys.

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Despite not being a member of the task force, being their medic was as close as one could get. An honorary recruit, as John had said one evening in his office. You had become their family.

It was evident in the tenderness in which they regarded you. How John always held the door for you. Soap had gone out to get cans of paint so you could make your room feel a little bit more like home (the very same cans that had sat in the corner for two months while he was deployed). How even Ghost would save you a seat in the common room and toss a blanket your way. How Kyle laced your shoes up when your leg was too sore to bend over.

They had become your boys. Your people. You would live, breathe, and die for them.

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The rain pelted against the window as thunder rang from the heavens. John sat across from you, sprawled across his chair, an ankle resting on his opposite knee as he held the cigar to his lips. The Captain inhaled with ease, a restful smile on his face.

His hand extended across the threshold, offering you a puff of the rolled cigar. Gently, you reached for it, bringing the cigar to your lips. It was an oddly intimate moment. Something you never thought would happen.

You inhaled the smoke, coughing and spluttering as it went the wrong way, quickly handing it back to John as you lost yourself to a coughing fit.

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Easy there,” he spoke, putting the cigar out in the ashtray perched on the corner of his desk.

You had managed to recompose yourself, leaning back in the chair opposite to him. You smiled, looking down at your feet before meeting his gaze once again.

“Captain? May I ask you something?”

He hummed, bobbing his head in quick acknowledgement as he waited for you to speak.

“Why me? You could have picked anyone for the team, and yet you decided on me. Why?”

In his eyes, you were precious. You had the experience of a soldier and the heart of a lion, that was obvious. Accompanied by your knowledge of the human body and medicine, you were the perfect candidate. The shattered bone in your leg be damned, John was determined to keep you with him and the team for as long as he could. You could still assist on missions given your sniping experience, too.

“Love, you’re a valuable asset. You’re a soldier. A medic. You can snipe, and one bummed leg isn’t going to change that. You belong here,” his words were gruff, finality seeping into the strung out sentences.

“You’re family, Rhea. You belong with us.”

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Since that moment, you allowed yourself to get comfortable. You let your guard down. Working in the infirmary, you witnessed terrible things. You had done terrible things.

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A knock sounded on the door to your office, and the handle shook as Soap stood in the doorway.

“We’re heading into town this evenin’, come with us, lass,” he asked, pleaded almost. “It’ll be fun.”

You huff, reluctant. “Fine, but drinks are on you.”

He smiles, then, and you feel a flutter in your heart. And a pulse between your legs.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, bonnie.”

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He was completely, entirely, and irrevocably fucked. He had known you for ten years, and even still, it was as if he was seeing you for the first time.

Gaz stood straighter, tossing back the last of his drink as you entered the bar, clad in a slinky black number.

You were as beautiful as the day he first saw you.

He pushed off of the bar in order to greet you, draping his arm across your waist as he led you towards the others.

You were radiant, everyone knew. Gaz saw the way his Captain looked at you. The way they all had been looking at you. Some had been more subtle than others.

He realised then that he loved you. It was not a growing, building kind of love. The realisation had not come out of the blue to punch him in the face. Deep down, Gaz had always known. He had loved you since the dawn of time. He had spent every day since recruitment loving you. And yet you never seemed to catch on.

Which is why he was surprised to be in the back alley fucking your brains out as the rest of your comrades remained inside, unsuspecting of the shameful deeds you two were committing.

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #captain john price #john price x reader #simon ghost riley #gaz x reader #call of duty price #call of duty x reader #john price is daddy #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #smut

[writersblockedx]

Careful What You Wish For

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary - Dean's been pining for his best friend for years now. Though, it isn't until he breaks out from the Jinn's dream world (in which she took the role of his girlfriend), that he comes clean. - Based off 2x20  Warnings - None I don't think (lmk if there are.) Words - 2.5K

A/n - I know I’m a little late, but I’ve just finished binge watching the first four season of Supernatural. I wasn’t really going to write any fics for the show, but this idea came to mind so. 

MASTERLIST

Dean should have realised something was wrong when he woke up in the same bed as his best friend, surrounded by walls that weren't covered in tacky motel wallpaper. He didn't know it yet, but he was in a reality that wasn't his own. One of which he would soon learn was much better - at least so it was seen such on the surface.

Dean had attempted to wake Y/n, slightly nudging at her side that had only prompted her to stir, mumbling something the boy couldn't make out. So, he rushed from the bed, around this apartment he truly didn't recognise. Once he finally located his phone, he rang his brother, thinking that was his life line. But as Dean rushed out the words of 'Jinn' and other jumbles of words that this Sam didn't understand, the phone call ended, leaving Dean just as much in the blue as he had been prior.

"What's going on?" A voice had asked. Dean swirled on his feet, facing his best friend.

She wore only a t-shirt which hung by her thighs. His t-shirt. "Honestly, wish I knew." Dean muttered in reply as the girl wondered towards him.

His breath was suddenly caught in his throat when her hands wrapped around his neck. "Do I even want to know what time it is?" She questioned, a smirk gracing her lips.

He was barely able to shake his head, his thoughts bound to the girl in front of him. The girl who had been at his side for years. Who'd sit in the passenger seat of the car, fighting over what music to listen to. The girl who he just so happened to have been pining over for them many tormenting years.

Dean wasn't sure what sort of magic was in the mix, but he thanked God for it.

Y/n leaned into his lips and Dean could have sworn his whole body halted, just to catch up with what was happening. And by the time she pulled away, it was too late to settle into the feeling. "How about we get you back to bed, hm?" She encouraged.

The boy nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He agreed as she started stepping away from him. A part of Dean wasn't sure where he might wake up. Whether it would be here, in this apartment he wished he could know as home, or whether it would be that tacky motel room. "I've just got to check something."

Y/n glanced back at him, flashing a smile, "Okay." And then she disappeared back into their room.

The boy was taking a moment. His eyes scanning the living room where he found a certain photo that made all else seem like nothing. He moved forward, taking it into his grip as if to check it was real. A family photo with his mother. His living, breathing, mother. Maybe that was when he knew this was all too good to be true. He just didn't want to believe it yet.

Y/n had been quick to call Mary that night. With the smashed photo frame and the great escape Dean made, she had no idea what was going on. And the girl would be lying if she didn't say it worried her.

The only thing that got her through her shift the next day being the text Dean had sent her, assuring that everything was fine. She still left work early. No text would be certain to calm her mind. Yet, as she pulled up to the family home, birthday present in hand, her thoughts had yet to simmer.

Dean was sat on the steps to the porch, nursing a beer. He stood to his feet as the girl exited the car, wondering towards him. "Not going into work either?" She questioned him with one raised brow.

The boy shrugged and sent an uneasy smile. "Got the day off."

"You didn't tell me." Suppose running out the house in the middle of the night didn't give much time to. "You scared me last night, Dean, with that little runaway act." She admitted to him.

A sting of guilt hit Dean. Something he attempted to supress. "I'm sorry, but I promise I'm fine now, great actually." He assured.

Y/n didn't believe one word of it. Whether he was telling the truth or not, the girl could sense something was off. Her palm reached his forehand, checking for any sign of temperature. "What are you doing?" Dean inquired as he took her hand, lowering it from his temples.

"Checking for fever." She answered with a deadpanned expression that urged a smile to the boy's lips.

"I'm fine." He repeated. But it seemed no matter how many times he would say so, Y/n's mind wouldn't ease.

Yet she sighed in defeat. "Well then, since she's your mother, you should probably give her this." The girl untucked the present from under her arm, passing it to the boy.

Once again, the worry set in when he looked down at the wrapped gift as if it were a bomb. "What-" He stuttered out with narrowed brows. Though, Dean was unable to comprehend what had just happened, the sound of a car engine hitting his ears. The boy's gaze followed, landing on his brother's car, with a girl he knew to be dead in the passenger's seat. "I don't believe it."

Y/n lurked behind him as he wondered towards the car, squeezing Jess into a tightly knit hug before she'd even had a moment to exhale. The night followed with the same, odd, behaviour. And while Dean was simply basking in this new reality he seemed to have stumbled into, Y/n was growing more and more worrisome. Rushing after thin air in the restaurant, then wanting to spend more time with his brother than needed. To Y/n, at least the one in this make-shift world, it seemed cause for concern.

As the night drew into a close, and the couple made their way back home, things seemed to settle. Dean found himself laid across the couch, taunted by the lack of relationship he now had with his younger brother. "You feeling better now?" Y/n spoke as she joined him on the couch, tucked under his arm.

He looked back at her as if he had just snapped out of it. Y/n took that as a no. "Huh?" Was all he managed to get out.

"Maybe sleep will bring you around." She suggested. "Just, try not to run out in the middle of the night again yeah?" Dean nodded lightly but Y/n could tell he was somewhere else entirely. "Hey, whatever it is that's going on, you can talk to me about it. You know that, yeah?"

Y/n waited, searching through his pupils for any sign he might finally admit to whatever it was. "You'll think I'm insane." He told her.

She shrugged, "Don't I already?"

Dean glanced away for a moment, debating whether it was worth it. "This, here, everything, it's like a dream come true. I know how that sounds, but a lot is different today than it was yesterday." And yes, Y/n did think the boy was insane.

"And what's so different?" She questioned through soft eyes.

"I mean to start with, you, this place." He scanned around the apartment. "When I woke up yesterday, it was in a motel room, and you were in the bed across from me. And me and Sam, we were actually close. All three of us worked together." What Dean had feared was starring back at him: disbelief.

Y/n reached out her palm, brushing it over his cheek as to soothe him. But, instead, it seemed to have sent shivers down his spine. "I'm sure it was just a really vivid dream." She attempted to comfort him.

Dean bit his tongue after that.

It wasn't a vivid dream. And with his mind yearning at him to snap out of it, he knew he had no choice.

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Dean couldn't look at Y/n the same way when he came back. His body aching with the blood that the Jinn had drained him off, clinging to the girl that carried him out of the warehouse. The feeling of her skin brushing against his suddenly came with memorises of holding hands and kisses. And she had no idea.

Once they made it back to the motel, Y/n demanded that Dean didn't move from the end of the bed until she gave him a once over. She perched next to him, legs cross as she inspected his neck where the needle had once pricked his skin, literally sucking the life out of him. "I told you, I feel fine." Dean said as her hand dropped from his skin.

"Well excuse me for giving a shit." She replied in a stern tone.

Yet, Dean responded with a smile. "Somethings never change."

Y/n's brow raised, "What does that mean?"

"Even in my fantasy dream world, you were still worried sick over me." Then his smile twisted into smirk that Y/n wanted nothing more than to wipe off him.

Instead, she let her eyes roll. "Next time, I'll make sure you to leave you suffering."

Sam wondered back towards his bed, ending the call he'd once been taken away with. "The girl's been stabilised." He informed as the two glanced over at him. "Good chance she's gonna pull through."

Dean nodded, "That's good."

A pause followed and Y/n noted the way Sam was debating something in his head. "So we really didn't get alone then?" He questioned.

The boy laughed at the Sam he had met in said dream land. "No."

"What about me?" Asked Y/n as her brow quirked in question. "Was I any different in this world?"

Silence came from Dean for a moment. Once again, he chuckled at what only he knew. And it was a humours thought when it came to preppy Sam being in law school, pretty much scared of the dark. But when it came to what had changed with Y/n and with them in this fantasy, that was something he truly wished for and now with it snatched from his grasp, his heart just couldn't help but ache.

So, in that moment, Dean opted only to smile as he faced Y/n. "A story for another time." He settled on.

Both Y/n and Sam fell into confusion at that. Dean soon pulled himself from the bed, wondering into the bathroom while the other two shared a look. "Did that seem odd to you?" Y/n questioned, her finger gesturing to where the boy had just been seated.

Sam nodded, "Sure he'll tell you the story after he's had a drink."

While Sam meant that as nothing more than a passing comment, it was plan the girl was sure would work on Dean. So, as they moved for the next town over, in search of a next job, Y/n suggested they spend some time at the local bar. There weren't many a time they were settled in a town where no demon, monster or creature was yet to be crawling for them. Which led both brothers to agree.

They must have only been three drinks in when Sam put his empty glass back to the table, a sigh following. "I think that's me done for the night." He uttered already grasping for his jacket.

"What? No, Sammy, come on." Dean urged through his own swig of beer. "Y/n was right, when are we next gonna be in bar because we're not investigating some spirit?"

Sam was standing from his seat, "Don't be back too late you two." He stated as he passed Dean, patting his back.

"Sleep well, Sam!" Y/n called, prompting the boy to glance back with a smile before he was gone.

Y/n looked over at the older brother, brow raised as she noticed the cogs in his brain were running. His eyes lit up, "Shots?" He smirked.

Had it been any later than it already was, Y/n probably would have declined. Yet, she found herself nodding. In a split second, Dean was out of his chair and to the bar, soon returning with two glasses of something shiny. "Cheers." Y/n spoke as the two raised their drinks, clinking them together. In sync, they swigged the liquid, burning at their throats before putting the glasses back down to the sticky table.

"So," Y/n started, her eyes exploring Deans in an attempt to grasp where his head was at. "Is this the time for that story?" She was testing the waters with her words.

Dean peaked at her over the shot glass, "What story?"

"About the dream world the Jinn sent you to." Dean's expression moulded into one Y/n was unable to depict. "When I asked about me in this world, you said it was a story for another time."

"Maybe after another shot." Y/n thought for a moment as they both went silent. And in one swift movement, she was at her feet, heading for the bar. "What? Y/n! I didn't mean that literally..." She was already gone.

Dean waited for her return, his fingers fidgeting as he attempted to look as held together as he was able. Even with three beers and some strange spirit down his throat, it didn't make this any easier. "Here." Y/n said, placing the glass down in front of him before taking her seat once again.

"What? No shot for you this time?" He questioned as he glanced down at the empty space on Y/n's side of the table. "This is extortion, you know?"

Y/n huffed as her elbows leant against the table and she got closer to Dean. "Look, you don't have to tell me anything Dean, but I've never known you to keep secrets from me." The boy could have laughed at the irony in that this secret was one of which he had been keeping from her for years now. "Which makes me think that whatever this something is that you're not telling me, it has to be bothering you."

Dean is silent for a couple of moments. He has to grip at all his thoughts. All of which are demanding he retreat as he does every time. But his heart can't help but yearn for his best friend sat in front of him. "When I woke up in that place, I was in this apartment. It was really nice. And in the bed I woke up in, you were sleeping next to me. But not as my best friend, or roommate. You were my girlfriend."

Oh.

Y/n's pupils were wide as she stared back at Dean. She was in doubt with every word. "That's what the Jinn does though, isn't it? Changes some things?"

Dean shook his head, "No. I had wished for it. I wished for it in that moment like I have been doing for years now."

Silence followed.

Dean was holding his breath. He was now the one scanning Y/n, hoping to dig inside whatever thoughts were floating around her head. "Dean..."

Her voice came out in sympathy that the boy had mistaken for pity. So, he was quick to retreat once again. "I know you probably think I'm stupid for even th-"

Y/n was leaning over, her finger tip grazing the bottom of his chin before meeting his lips. Dean was too busy trying to process the moment that he hadn't realised the kiss had happened until she was pulling away. A grin was quick to pull at his lips, "Wish we'd done that earlier."

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winhester x y/n #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester one shot #dean x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader

[marc-spectorr]

fire & desire

ˣ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

ˣ summary: whether he’d disappear for days, weeks, or even months, jake would always come back to you, And you’d always find yourself waiting for his return, knowing that you could never deny him despite all.

ˣ warnings: 5k wc. explicit language & themes (18+ only, minors dni), oral & vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism, choking, mentions of smoking. established fwb relationship. jake is an angsty, cab-driving asshole in this btw but there’s a happy ending.

ˣ a/n: heyoo, here’s a lil something different! ya girl isn’t just a fluff writer haha. anyway, this turned out to be way angstier than planned. it was supposed to pwp but i was in the mood for some hurt. hope you enjoy!

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Three little words.

It takes only three little words to distract you entirely, to ignite a fire from within.

Three little words, and there’s a sudden pause to everything around you. The thumping beat of the music fades away into a distant echo. Silhouettes of people bleed into the shadowy corners of the bar.

It’s strangely quiet now— the air is disorienting, thin, and lacking. Yet you could feel it brewing inside. A desire that claws at your chest, a heat smoldering in the pit of your stomach.

What used to be an easy decision turns into an internal battle between the mind and heart. Your head draws a complete blank, clammy fingers hovering on the keyboard as your dazed eyes glaze over the direct message again and again and again.

⪼ Where are you?

Three little words.

No greeting. No warmth. Not even a damn explanation.

Just three little words. A simple query that you debate long and hard on responding, aware of what it would lead to if you do.

You swallow dryly, exhaling low as a decision is made. With a click, you turn off your phone screen and stash it away in your purse.

The nightlife then resumes.

“Hey, you okay?”

Glancing up, you see that your date has finally returned from a quick trip to the restroom. Tom had been his name, or maybe it was Tim? Todd? You couldn’t recall what it was, no matter how much you tried. But you figure that remembering is moot at this point. The evening had been slow, extremely uneventful, and excruciating. A sad truth, but you’d prefer to head home now than waste any more of your time with someone you had zero interest in.

“Uh, yeah,” you lie, smiling a bit to seem convincing. “I’m good, just tired. It’s getting late, and I have work early tomorrow.”

“Oh, alright. I understand. I can drop you home if you’d like?”

You’re quick to shake your head at the offer. “No, it’s fine. I-I’m gonna call a taxi—”

His name flashes across your mind once more, and you swear your heart may have skipped a beat or two.

No. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

You promised that the last time you saw each other would be it— that you would entertain him no more. But then vivid memories of that day rush over you. His mouth, his hands, his cock; the way he held you down that had you screaming for him, and how he’d left you utterly sore for the next few days.

That had been nearly two months ago, and since then, you were certain that no other man could ever compare to him.

No other man could be like Jake Lockley.

Your cell vibrates, and without missing a beat, you retrieve it. Two unread texts stare back at you, and it sends a thrill in your bones.

⪼ Come outside.

⪼ Now.

It doesn’t phase you how one minute ago, Jake was asking for your location when he had already known where you were. Much of him is still a mystery to you, but the parts that you have learned, you found exciting, thrilling. Even if Jake couldn’t give you all that you want, you’re certain that he’d give you what you need, as it’s only he that could kindle the fire inside you and satiate your desires the way no one else could.

“I-I have to go,” you nervously stammer as you throw a twenty-dollar bill on the table and hurry out of the building.

You ignore your date’s voice hoping that he’d see you soon, cursing yourself for being an asshole, for falling back to old habits. Every time Jake contacted you, you’d drop everything to meet with him. Didn’t matter what it was; you were at his beck and call. He’d have his way with you for as long as he wanted and then drop off the face of the earth, only resurfacing when he needs you again.

It’s a never-ending cycle when it comes to Jake. He’d fuck you, and you’d be satisfied, then he leaves for god knows how long, and you’d be angry at his absence. Then as time went on, you started yearning for more, something which he simply couldn’t provide.

But still, he was your drug, your poison. He was your ruin. An inescapable addiction.

And you’d rather have him as such than not have him at all.

Chicago is cold at this time of night; the slight chill in the air is sharp against your exposed skin. You search around looking for Jake, which didn’t take too long. You spot him standing just a block away from the bar, leaning against his all-too-familiar cab with a lit cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.

Heels clicking on the pavement, Jake doesn’t spare a glance in your direction. He remains stationary, surrounded by a cloud of gray that his lungs have exhaled. The tension in his jaw and his scorching glare are quite alarming; you’d recognize what that expression meant even from a distance.

You feel your pulse spike. Jake was prone to display his anger at others but never has he directed it at you.

Yet, when you neared him enough, his face still flushes with rage. One final inhale, and Jake tosses the cigarette to the ground, his unwavering eyes much darker than you recall them to be. He crosses his arms tightly across his chest, and you suddenly feel small next to him, helpless.

“Had a good time back there?” he asks you, his voice dripping with spite. “Thought you’d never leave.”

“How the hell did you even know where I was?” you snap in return.

Jake chuckles mirthlessly. “I always know where you are, princesa. So imagine my surprise after finding out you’re here with another man.”

“We’re not exclusive,” you remind him bitterly. “You don’t have any say in that regard.”

“Really? Tell me why you’re out here with me then, hmm?”

You stay silent, unable to look Jake in the eye. You had an answer, but for his attitude alone, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing the reason why.

“Guessing the guy was boring, huh? Was it because he wasn’t me?”

Again, you don’t respond, and neither do you react. But when a smirk slowly makes its way across Jake’s face, you realize that there’s no reason to.

He already knows.

Digging your nails into your palm, you stand quietly for what seems like a ceaseless moment. It only breaks after Jake curtly turns around, jerking the backseat door open. “Get in.”

“Where are we going?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he scowls, beckoning you to enter the car. “You and I are going on a little drive and have a nice chat while we’re at it.”

“And if I say no?” you pose, raising a brow.

Your breath catches in your throat as Jake takes one step forward, leaning close enough that you can smell the lingering tobacco smoke. A tingle rushes across your skin as his icy stare keeps you silent, his hand coming up to caress your cheek with the back of a calloused finger. In a single stroke, he causes your heart to stumble over its own rhythm, and your body quivers almost pathetically at his mere touch.

Jake never fails to have this effect on you. He comes across as intimidating, void of any tenderness or warmth. You’d initially thought that you’d grown weary of his ways. You crave sweetness now. Someone who’s softer, kinder. Someone who could show you genuine care, love, and affection. In his absence, you’d been searching for it, hoping that you’d be able to move on when you do find that someone.

But Jake always comes back. Whether he’d disappear for days, weeks, or even months, he’d always come back.

Back to Chicago, to his menial job as a taxi driver.

Back to you.

And you’d always find yourself waiting for his return, knowing that you could never deny him despite all.

“I asked you nicely the first time,” Jake mutters, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Your gazes connect for a split second. You’re not quite sure of it, but something else is hidden behind those earthy eyes. They were still as intense as ever, yet you could sense a slight difference in them that you couldn’t easily point out.

Finally relenting, you climb inside the back of his taxi before Jake shuts the door close, taking his time getting into the driver’s seat. You sit there watching as he drives out onto the street, the silence in the cab tangible, unnerving.

You decide to change that.

“So, you’re back, huh?” you start, noticing Jake peering through the rearview mirror.

He nods in response, adding nothing more.

“Been gone for almost two months. Gonna tell me what you were up to?”

Jake shakes his head, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Don’t need to know, baby.”

“God, for all I know, you’re probably involved in some shady shit,” you mumble disapprovingly.

You find it funny, really. How you think you know Jake so intimately when, in reality, you barely know him at all.

“Is that why you’ve been fucking others now? ‘Cus you think I’m a bad guy?”

“Honestly, Jake, I don’t know what to believe. You don’t tell me anything. And why does that matter? You just expect me to twiddle with my thumbs and not worry about what’s going on with you while you’re gone?”

The cab hits a sudden stop, nearly running a red light. Jake curses under his breath, now refusing to look at you.

You sigh deeply. “Why is it so wrong for me to care about you?”

“It’s complicated,” he grumbles in a low breath as if he doesn’t want you to hear it.

But you did.

A beat of silence. The tension inside is so thick that you could feel the physical weight of it. You ponder what Jake means by that, “It’s complicated.” There’s an urge to question him, to poke and prod until he finally caves. But you know better than to do that. You always do.

Yet, how much more of this can you take?

“I want more, you know?” you remark softly as the car moves again. “I want more for us.”

“Cariño…” he murmurs before turning the car into an empty alleyway and shutting off the engine. “I can’t give you that.”

“And why not, Jake?” you huff, hearing him unbuckle his seatbelt. “Please, just explain it to me. Break my heart then because I’m tired. I’m tired of always coming back to you, desperately clinging onto shreds of hope that maybe one day we could be something more than what we are right now.”

Jake doesn’t answer. Instead, he swings the door open and barges out of the car, where he then paces angrily back and forth. You follow him outside shortly after; the bitter breeze billowing makes it feel as though pins and needles are pricking into your body, but you’re too exasperated to care.

“You feel the same, don’t you?” you press at him. “Because why else would you get angry after catching me with someone else?

“Fuck— stop!” Jake fumes, and you stumble back into the bricked wall of the building. “If you’re tired of me, leave. Don’t answer my calls or texts then. Just forget that I even exist!”

“Trust me, I’ve tried. Every time you reach out, I try my damndest best not to answer. Hell, I was pleading with myself not to give in tonight. But like always, I can’t seem to say no to you. I’m drawn to you like a fucking magnet, and it’s exhausting.”

Chest heaving, you don’t immediately realize that tears are flowing down your face. Jake has you caged in, his eyes scrutinizing before softening the slightest bit. It’s subtle, but you recognize the look from earlier. Almost apologetic, regretful, forlorn…

Vulnerability was never Jake’s strong suit. But you can see it in his eyes, how he’s fighting to keep his walls up even though they were already starting to collapse.

“I can’t give you what you want,” he whispers to you. “I-I just can’t.”

Your gaze falters to the ground. “Then we have to let each other go. We can’t keep doing this, Jake.”

“But I—”

He stops abruptly, unable to bring himself to finish his sentence. The next several seconds pass by without a word or a movement. A finger under your chin slowly tilts your face upwards, and you’re met with Jake’s steady gaze. Your breaths mingle at the sudden proximity, his hand reaching to rest against your cheek.

Under the faint glow of the moonlight, his hardened exterior cracks as he holds you there tenderly.

“I don’t think I can ever let you go, hermosa,” he reveals, his lips just a hair away from meeting yours. “Because that’s the thing, I do care about you. I care about you so fucking much.”

Jake then kisses you. Forcefully, possessively. Rough, as if his entire life depends on it. So much so that it knocks the wind out of you. It takes you a moment to kiss him back with equal fervor, desperately clutching at his hair in an effort to pull him in closer. He swallows the sweet, seductive noises you make, your mouth and tongue working tirelessly to devour his own, drawing out something hungry in him. Reawakening something carnal from deep within, the very same lust that keeps you coming back time and time again.

A stuttered gasp escapes your lips when he briefly breaks for air, his hands gripping tightly at your waist. It nearly makes you crumble to your knees, the way you could feel his searing touch through your clothes. Panting, you follow his wandering eyes as they trail down lower and lower and lower, reaching the end of your pretty little black dress that is now riding high up on your thighs.

You bite the edge of your bottom lip, blood beginning to rush in your ears as the rough pads of Jake’s fingertips brush against your soft flesh. The touch alone elicits a breathy moan from you. Your thighs press together needily, bringing an enraptured smirk to his lips. He backs you up flush against the wall, gripping your wrists in one hand to pin them over your head, the other cupping your aching sex, and you sharply inhale.

“You’re dripping wet, baby,” he husks into your ear, and you let out a whimper. “All this for me, huh?”

Barely nodding a response, a dark chuckle then reverberates in Jake’s chest as two digits dip into your heat, coating them with your dewy essence. You whine out impatiently when he suddenly drags them back out, pausing to admire the juices that slick his fingers before greedily sucking them off, moaning at the taste.

“Delicious, just like last time,” Jake rasps, his hand returning to where you need him the most. “But no panties tonight? Such a bad, bad girl...”

“F-Fuck…” you cry out as you feel him deep in your pussy, pumping in and out, in and out. Jake’s palm grinds against your clit, and you see fucking stars. Meanwhile, his lips busy themselves at your neck, nipping and sucking small bruises onto you, leaving marks for all to see and a few that are solely for him.

It’s torturous, the pace Jake sets. Teasing and frustrating. You know he’s only doing this because he had caught you with another man earlier. A punishment for straying away from him, knowing that you are his and his alone.

“Jake, p-please— more. I need more…” you keen at him, frantically rutting your hips against his hand, yet it was still not enough.

“Need more of what, princesa? I need to hear you say it. Say it out loud.”

“Fucking hell, you’re mouth.” you start begging with a broken voice. “Please, Jake…I-I need your mouth. Need it on me now, just— please....”

“That’s more like it,” Jake growls, showing pity by sinking to his knees in an instant and pushing your dress all the way up until it was finally off, discarding it haphazardly by your feet.

You shiver as the cold night air hits you, your arms rushing to shield your unclad form. Goosebumps cover your body as you scan your surroundings, briefly wary of any passersby and prying eyes. This isn’t the first time Jake has had you while out in public; the man had quite an exhibitionism streak. Yet, you never seem to care at the moment— too enthralled by the sensations he brought to think of such.

And tonight is no different. You’re touch-starved, too drunk with dizzying arousal to fear being caught. Too intoxicated to even have the slightest bit of mind on the way your bare back digs against the harsh surface of the wall. Your attention is only on Jake and how his hot breath on your slit has you clenching in anticipation. Ravishing eyes then drag upward, his intense stare committing your skin before him to memory. Your heart pounds in your chest as you let him drink you in, your arms lowering back to your sides to give him a better view.

“Eres toda mía, mía y solo mía,” you hear Jake repeating in his dark and silken voice. It’s barely over a whisper, but you catch it. You secretly love it when he speaks in Spanish, even if you don’t understand what he’s saying most of the time. However, hearing the way the words effortlessly roll off his tongue, combined with the gravelly tone of his voice, has you completely soaking.

A high-pitched shout punctuates the air once Jake’s warm and wet tongue delves into your folds. It has you reaching for his dark curls with your shaking hands, pulling and tugging and squeezing as he expertly laps at your pussy. He hooks a leg over his shoulder, pressing his face further into your cunt while his thick fingers return to explore your warmth. You shut your eyes tightly as your head spins, the delicious medley of your breathy moans, Jake’s strained grunts, and the slick, wet sounds of his ministrations echoing in the low-lit alleyway.

“R-Right there, Jake, fuck! God, please don’t stop, don’t stop, d-don’t stop, ahh—” His tongue circles your pulsating clit round and round, flicking it back and forth in a move that causes you to arch your hips into his mouth. He holds you down with his free hand as you squirm above him, the taut coil in your stomach quickly unraveling. You chant his name over and over as you shove fingers into your mouth, muffling the pleasured screams that threaten to burst.

The moment Jake’s eyes flicker up to yours, pupils wide-blown, dark and lustful, your orgasm comes in crashing waves. The piercing sensation of pleasure makes your toes curl. Your body trembles and shakes violently as you cry out wantonly into the night. If it weren’t for the pair of strong arms circling around your waist, you would have slid down onto the floor, your legs now limp and unable to carry your weight any longer.

Your vision is still quite hazy as Jake rises up to his height, a cocky grin curling at his lips. Chin glistening with your wetness, you could tell how fucking proud he is of himself for making you come so hard, so fast.

You don’t hesitate to pull his pretty face in for a deep kiss. It’s hot and messy, and you savor the taste of yourself on his tongue as it intertwines with yours. Jake groans with a hiss when your hand cups his bulge through his pants, feeling just how hard he is in there. Nimble fingers unbuckle his belt, then unzips, your hand quickly slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his throbbing cock.

Jake detaches his mouth from yours as you stroke him from base to tip, then back again, and his hips jerk wildly in response. He exhales shakily, his lips returning to yours as his hands move up to palm your breasts. He’s hot and heavy in your hold, slick with his precum, and all you could think of is how badly you wanted to taste him.

“Not tonight, mi amor,” Jake unexpectedly says when you lower yourself to the ground. Mi amor— my love. He’s never called you that before. You wonder if it’s merely a slip of the tongue or whether there’s a genuine meaning behind it, but a slow warmth blooms in you at the chance that perhaps there’s something more to those words. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Still need to feel you on my cock. I-I just need you right fucking now.”

“Okay,” you whisper breathily, and he kisses you once more.

With unsteady steps, Jake leads you to the backseat of his cab. It’s small and cramped, not the most comfortable place, but the two of you are too desperate for each other to give a shit. Inside, you swiftly help him out of his clothes, tossing each article to the front before he pulls you to straddle over his lap, his leaking and pulsing length sliding against your folds teasingly.

Slowly, you sink down on his dick. Your cunt immediately tightens around Jake, drawing him in deeper and deeper until he’s buried to the hilt. You grit your teeth at how huge he feels inside, wincing at the sheer girth of it. The sweet, sweet burn of his cock stretching you is purely divine, and it fills you up to brim oh so heavenly; you would have come right then and there.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” Jake drawls, his large hands squeezing at your hips. “You look so beautiful sitting on my cock like this. Shit, you feel so good, too. So tight. So fucking tight...”

A growl rumbles in his throat as he begins thrusting up into you, the motion hitting that delicious spot deep inside. It has you grabbing at his back, moaning noisily as you cling onto him hard, hardened nipples pressed to his toned chest. The tips of your blunt nails scratch at his tanned skin, selfishly leaving crescent-shaped marks in your wake. This riles up Jake, his pace becoming more brutal, rougher, harder. Just the way you like it. The way you’re addicted to. He doesn’t lose momentum as you continue to claw at him, his name pouring out of your lips like sin.

You’re there. Almost fucking there. You can feel your climax building and building as you meet Jake thrust after thrust. The air smells like sweat and arousal, and the sounds of his strangled grunts mixed with the slapping of his cock against your core drive you absolutely wild. He’s slamming his hips, and you throw your head back in a silent scream when Jake takes the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat. He puts the slightest bit of pressure, not a lot to hurt you but just enough to make you feel alive.

“Like that, princesa? You liked being choked, don’t ya?” Jake taunts, his lips parting more for a moan to escape. You pick up the urgency of his movements, his hips now stuttering, rhythm becoming messier and sloppier as he too nears the edge. “You’re gonna come soon, huh? Come on, baby. T-That’s it— fuck! I want you to come, sweetheart. Fucking come… come now for me— shiiit…”

It hits you hard like a freight train; your release this time is unlike any other before. Surging, cascading, and too damn electrifying. White-hot ecstacy courses through your veins, and it’s blinding. You milk Jake’s manhood with a hitched cry, your pussy gushing out juices that drench his upper thighs and the leather seat under him.

Slumping against him with your soft whining in his ear, he fucks you through your orgasm, pounding into you without restraint. No longer could Jake stifle the groans that were filling up the car, growing louder and gruffer the closer he was to completion. He grips your jaw without warning, forcing you to look at him when he suddenly tenses, twitches and stills. You mewl softly as Jake coats your sensitive walls with his creamy seed, finishing deep inside you the way it’s always meant to be. His hands knead at your waist until the shock waves rippling through him eventually subside. He rests his head against the valley of your breasts, his breath slowing to the pace of yours.

You lean back slightly, ready to push yourself off of Jake and roll to the empty seat beside him. But before you can, the arms around your body tighten, keeping you right where you are.

“No,” he mumbles into your skin. “Don’t go. Just… stay. Stay with me.”

Jake presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you don’t have the heart to disconnect from him so soon.

Minutes pass by, and you don’t move nor say a word. Neither of you does. Neither of you wanted to. You fear that anything you do will end this perfect moment. Afraid that doing something would bring an end to what is the most serene afterglow. It’s as if reality will come rushing back once the silence breaks, and tonight will become yet another memory in the past to hold onto at your lonesome.

But… what is reality now after this?

Jake cares. He actually cares. All this time, you were led to believe that he only saw you as a means of pleasure. His plaything that belonged to no one else. But after this evening, you’re certain that he sees you as more than just that.

“I was in London for the last two months,” he shares with you, tone quiet and soothing. “I had to take care of a friend there. Two of them, actually. Thought you should know.”

“Oh,” you acknowledge softly. “Is everything okay with them?”

“Yeah, they’re fine now. We got into some trouble, and— well, long story short, we were able to sort it out.”

“Good. That’s good to hear,” you intone, feeling his fingers lightly running along your spine.

You’re not quite used to this side of Jake. The side where a certain softness to him is now bared to you. Sweeping his fallen curls away from his eyes, you notice that all the harsh lines on his face have eased. He wears a faint smile, one you don’t see too often, but you could feel the sincerity behind it. It makes your heart flutter when his smile widens the longer you stare at him, and he kisses you there, longingly and deeply.

Jake kisses you, and you melt into it. Into him. You sigh softly into his mouth before he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out. “There’s a lot that you still don’t know about me. I want to tell you, but— look, I’m fucked up more than you think. I have a shit load of baggage, the type that no one should carry but me.”

“Jake—”

“Sweetheart, let me finish,” Jake interjects, his fingers intertwining with yours as he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “I want us to be something more. You’re worth a lot to me, and I really want to try having that with you, but—”

“Baby,” you call out firmly yet gently. Enough that he stops and really listens to you.“I want that too. I want to have that with you. And I don’t care how fucked up you think you are because you’re not, Jake. I know there’s something that’s eating you up, and that’s why you’ve been so distant from the beginning. You don’t have to tell me now, but when the time comes, I promise you that I’m not going to leave you for it. I’m going to stay here and fight because you’re worth a lot to me, too.”

There’s a silence. Jake remains speechless, carefully ruminating over your words. You lose hope bit by bit the longer you wait for him to speak, your mouth already parting to reason with him, but a soft chuckle out loud puts an end to your attempt.

“You’re not letting me go that easily, are ya?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m not, and you know how stubborn I can be.”

“That I do,” he adds, laughing a little. “We’re really doing this? Gonna be exclusive, go on dates, hold hands, and all that lovey-dovey b.s.?”

“Hey, you did call me mi amor at some point earlier. I know you can be romantic under all that brooding, Lockley.”

“Fuck, you heard that, huh?”

“Of course I did, mi amor,” you tease him. “See, you’re a bigger softie than what you lead others to believe.”

Jake casts you a stern yet playful glare, and you erupt in a fit of giggles. You savor these blissful moments, these brand new, fleeting seconds of tenderness that makes you warm and happy. And it makes him warm and happy, too. You realize that the more he smiles and smiles and smiles.

You hadn’t seen Jake this way before, and it’s quite a beautiful sight.

He looks good happy. He looks good there being with you.

Nuzzling back into his chest, your heart glows with adoration at the gentle thought of how this feels wonderful.

How you and him together— limbs still tangled, flushed skin to skin, sweaty, and sticky and a mess— feels all too perfect in the world and oh so right.

You’re unsure of what the future holds for you and Jake. But now, at this moment in time, you decide not to wonder, not to guess or think or doubt. Rather, you choose to sink further into his warm embrace. Because you recognize that this— being there with him, cocooned in his arms as the late night quietude fades on— is paradise, a place you’ve only tasted in your dreams.

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Here Is Gone - Charlie Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I am back, baby! as promised here is our winner, Mr. Charlie Weasley! :D I hope you loves liked it! this turned out suuuuuper long so :)  also, we are all going to pretend that Sirius and Remus are a lot older in this fic (like Molly’s age) because they have a daughter that is Charlie’s age AND Bill never worked in Egypt he always stayed at Gringotts!

Request -  Anonymous asked: Hi, love! I saw you wanted some angsty Charlie request, and although I'm not so good at coming up with angsty ideas I'll try... How about Charlie and you are best friends at Hogwarts, both pining for each other but neither says nothing, so when you graduate Charlie goes to Romania and you stay there, so don't see each other again for years. When he comes home, you are engaged to someone else, but you both still like each other. Okay, I don't know if that makes any sense at all and you can ignore it 🙈 Also, if you decide to write it, you can make the ending whatever you want (I love a happy ending, but you choose). Thank you ❤️

Warnings: wolfstar!daughter! this is a bit angsty but Bill is here to diffuse the tension xD jealous!Charlie, reader cheats on boyfriend with Charlie (one kiss) and please let me know if I missed anything! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Here Is Gone

And I want to get free, talk to me I can feel you falling And I wanted to be all you need Somehow here is gone

You weren’t sure what was the weirdest part of coming back to your childhood home. That your father hadn’t taken down the portrait of your stupid grandma. That it was now invaded by members of the order. Or…

“Love?”

Five years. It had been five years since you heard that nickname. Nobody else called you that. You made sure of it because that nickname was reserved for him. You slowly turned around, holding on to your mug to make your hand stop shaking and there he was.

“Charlie” you smiled. You always smiled when you saw Charlie.

He looked the same. But not really. He looked absolutely enthralling. His fiery red hair was longer than when you last saw him and tied in a small bun with some loose strands. There were burn marks on his (very) muscular arms and several tattoos were visible, peeking from under his shirtsleeves and collar. His eyes were the same deep blue eyes you loved so much. And now, the top of his face was covered in freckles, but the bottom part was decorated with a lazy beard.

You didn’t know it was possible. You couldn’t understand how your heart still fell to your stomach and your knees went weak just by looking at him, flashing you that bright smile he always had when he looked at you.

“Hello, sunshine” he said, opening his arms to you. “Don’t I get a hug?”

“Of course, you get a hug” you smiled, walking closer to him. You were going to wrap your arms around his waist but his arms quickly wrapped around yours and lifted you up, twirling you around, making your mug fall out of your hand and break on the floor.

“Shit! I’m sorry, love” he said, pointing his wand at your mug and fixing it in no time, placing it on the counter. “Please don’t tell your dad I broke your favorite mug” he chuckled, making you do the same.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Charlie” you smiled, feeling horrible at the fact that the word ‘love’ almost came out of your mouth so casually.

“It’s been so long, my little Hungarian Horntail” he laughed.

“Seriously? It’s been five years, Charles, I think we can retire that nickname” you smiled nervously, hating how much you had always loved that nickname too.

“No, never. That is the best way to describe you” he smiled, placing his hand on your cheek. He felt his heart racing as fast as it did every single time he saw you. He hadn’t felt that in five years and when Bill told him that they would be seeing you, he was 100% certain his feelings would come back. Well, not really because they never left. But this time, he was not going to let you go again. “I’ve missed you so much” he whispered.

The words were stuck in your throat. You wanted to say them out loud but something wasn’t letting you. You sighed in relief when you were quickly interrupted by your other favorite Weasley.

“CASSIOPEIA!” Bill burst into the room, pulling you away from Charlie and wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug like he always did. You couldn’t even protest at the fact that he still used your stupid middle name, which you hated. And Bill knew he was the only one that could get away with it. Other than your parents when they were reprimanding you for something.

“William” you laughed, trying to unglue yourself from him. Since he used your middle name, you used his full name, which he didn’t particularly love. “I kind of… need to breathe” you smiled.

“Oh, Merlin, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said, finally putting you down.

“I literally saw you like two weeks ago” you laughed.

“You look bloody amazing!”

“Thanks, Bill, so do you” you smiled. “B-both of you” you said, turning to Charlie.

“Oh look, honey. The Weasleys are here” Sirius said, walking into the kitchen with his husband following him. “Broken any windows yet, boys?”

“Sirius” Remus warned him. “I’m sure these Weasleys are old enough now to not break any more of our windows” he smiled. “Hello Bill, Charlie” he smiled. 

You noticed Charlie widening his eyes at you and then at your now-fixed mug, making you laugh a little.

“Mr. Lupin” Bill and Charlie nodded at him. “M-Mr. Black” they said, looking at your other dad. You knew they were still a bit afraid of him. Or maybe a lot. “Sorry about that, again” Bill smiled nervously.

“It’s okay, boys” Sirius smirked at them. “It’s been a very long time since you’ve broken something of ours” he said, glaring a little bit at Charlie.

“Dad!” you rolled your eyes.

“Sirius, love, come help me in the other room” Remus quickly pulled him away and you thanked him with your eyes. Bill quickly followed them, nodding his head towards you to Charlie without you noticing.

“So, I see your father still hates me” Charlie told you.

“He doesn’t hate you” you chuckled.

“He doesn’t love me” he argued.

“Don’t take it personally. He doesn’t love anybody who’s not my dad, me, or Harry” you told them.

“Fair enough” he chuckled, walking closer to you. “I was wondering if… uh-” he said, suddenly getting nervous. “We could talk?”

“Talk?” you asked. “About what?” you smiled nervously.

“W-well-”

“Hey, there you are pumpkin” Charlie felt your hand fall from his the minute a guy stepped into the kitchen. A very handsome man, with dark hair, blue eyes, and about as tall as Charlie, made his way towards you and kissed your cheek, hugging you to him, and making Charlie’s stomach drop. “Hi, you must be one of Bill’s brothers” he said, offering his hand to Charlie.

“Oh, darling” you smiled nervously and then looked at Charlie. “Um, this is Charlie” you corrected him. “Charlie, this is Nicholas” you said, looking back at the redhead. “My boyfriend” you informed him.

“Oh, right! The one that works with dragons” he smiled at the redhead, as Charlie shook his hand, still dumbfounded. “She has told me all about you and your brothers, but it might take me some time to get it correctly” he chuckled.

“R-right. No worries, mate, everyone gets us mixed up” Charlie said, still looking between the two of you. “Wait ‘till you meet Fred and George, they’re twins” he laughed slightly.

“Sounds fun” Nicholas smiled at you, kissing your head and pulling you closer by your waist. You quickly looked at Charlie and noticed his ears were getting the same color as his hair and beard. He was angry. “Your father says the meeting’s about to start, pumpkin” he told you.

“Oh, r-right. I’ll be right there, I’m just getting some tea” you said, motioning to your empty mug on the counter.

“I’ll save you a seat” he smiled before he gave you a small peck on the lips before he left and you smiled nervously. Why were you nervous? Why did you feel the need to explain this to Charlie? You didn’t owe him an explanation.

“So… pumpkin” Charlie smirked at you.

“Don’t be an asshole, Weasley” you glared at him as you started preparing your tea.

“I’m not being an asshole” he defended himself. “I just… thought you hated pumpkin” he said as he walked through your kitchen as if it was his own house and he grabbed the milk to bring it to you. “Milk and no sugar. Right, love?”

“Um… yes, thanks” you said, feeling your heart flutter at the thought that he still remembered. “And for your information, I don’t hate pumpkin!”

“You hate pumpkin juice, pumpkin pastries, and even that princess from the muggle story your dad used to read to you where her carriage turns into a pumpkin” he laughed.

“Well, I don’t mind the word pumpkin” you informed him as you finished making your tea and you started walking out of the kitchen.

“Mhm, sure you don’t” Charlie smirked to himself, following you.

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It was currently day five. The day when the ‘kids’ (making you feel like 100 years old) left for school. Each passing day was worse than the last. You tried your hardest to avoid him. You really did. But it was easier said than done. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Your father told you that Charlie was going to stay in Romania and recruit foreign wizards to join the Order. But at the last minute, he changed his mind. And you knew exactly what that meant. Bill told Charlie you were coming, and then, suddenly, Charlie was coming.

During the days, you tried to keep yourself busy and did whatever you could not to be in any room alone with Charlie. Because, if you were being honest, you didn’t trust yourself around him. You were with Nicholas. And you loved him. You were sure. On paper, he was probably the best boyfriend you could ask for. But Charlie had this stupid magnetic force that made you want to go back to him. Because that’s what he told you when the two of you went your separate ways. ‘We will always make our way back to each other.’ And now here you were. And you were with someone else. And you felt extremely guilty for the way your heart did a leap every time you saw Charlie. You hated the fact that you felt at home when he hugged you or when he smiled at you.

And at night. That was the worst time. You were staying in your old childhood bedroom and you knew Charlie was just a room away. With Bill. Like they shared when they spent their summers with you. And he would always sneak out of his room and come over to yours to spend the nights with you. And it made you sick to your stomach that some part of you still kept eyeing the door. Waiting for him. Not only because Nicholas was lying next to you. But because Charlie was no longer yours. He hadn’t been for five years.

When you walked into the room where today’s meeting was being held, you saw that your seat was between Nicholas and Charlie.

“Alright, now that we’re all here. We can begin” your father, Remus, started.

You tried extremely hard to concentrate on what your father was saying. You really did. But it was very hard when Charlie ‘casually’ threw his arm on the back of your seat. He was closer to you than Nicholas was and you started feeling extremely guilty for just wanting to lean into Charlie’s shoulder. Like you always did.

While your father kept explaining about the first order and what the ideas for this one were, Charlie finally removed his arm from behind you and placed it on his leg. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hating the fact of how nervous Charlie still made you. But, surprisingly enough, Charlie wasn’t even your worst problem. It was Bill. The fact that Bill was sitting in front of you, with a look you knew all too well wasn’t helping.

“Sweetheart, did you hear what your father said?” you heard your other father snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, what? Um, sorry I was distracted” you smiled nervously.

“Really? By what? Care to share this with the rest of the room?” Bill asked, fascinated, resting his head on his hand and you glared at him.

“Yeah. I was distracted by that stupid ugly fang in your ear” you smirked.

“Kids!” Mrs. Weasley warned the two of you, knowing how quickly you could get back into your old antics with Bill.

“Ah, you leave my fang out of this, Cassie” he laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Cassie?” Nicholas asked, confused.

“That’s… uh your girlfriend’s middle name, mate” Charlie said as if it was obvious.

“No, I know that” you saw him glaring a little at Charlie. “But… she hates it when people call her that” he said.

“I do” you intervened. “Bill just doesn’t care” you informed him.

“Wrong! She gave me permission to be the only one to call her that” he smirked. “Isn’t that right, little Horntail?” he mocked you and you heard Charlie laugh next to you while Nicholas looked confused between them and you.

“WILLIAM!” you said, getting up. Could I see you for a moment?” you asked as politely as you could. You saw your fathers share a look between them but none of them said anything so you walked out of the room with Bill behind you. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing” he shrugged innocently.

“Bill!”

“Why are you with him?” he blurted out.

“Excuse me?”

Bill knew about your relationship with Nicholas. Actually, you had met him through Bill since Nicholas worked at Gringotts. He had never seemed happy about you two being together and you assumed he had told Charlie, but apparently, he never did.

“You heard me. Why are you still with Nicholas?”

“What do you mean still? Because I love him!”

“Do you? Really? Because I honestly cannot think of two more opposite people in this world!”

“Yes! Really! How is this any of your business?”

“I have heard you like a billion times, whenever someone asks you about him, like my mum, saying how lucky you are to be with him” he said.

“I am lucky” you argued.

“Right, lucky, not happy” he said, making you frown your eyebrows at your best friend. You sometimes hated how much Bill could read you. “You know? When you have to remind yourself how lucky you are over and over again, it’s because you’re afraid to ask yourself how happy you truly are” he told you.

“That’s not true” you argued, nervously.

“Isn’t it? How happy are you, Cass?”

“I know that Nicholas has never been your favorite person, but I am plenty happy, thank you very much!”

“You sound so convincing” he said, sarcastically “Look, love” he said getting serious, making you pay closer attention since he rarely talked to you like that. “I am not saying this to be an asshole to you or your boyfriend. But I have known you for a very long time and I love you, and I care about you, and I just want what’s best for you.”

“Bill, why are you even doing this?”

“Because I love you, and I care about you. And I have seen how much this relationship has changed you. I’m not saying is a bad thing, but each day you become a completely different person! I know you think that being with Nicholas is the right thing to do because he’s like a grown-up that has his shit together-”

“He’s like your age” you interrupted.

“But is that what you really want? I have heard him many times referring to your job as a hobby. A job that I know you love, and I know that because you gave up going to Romania with Charlie so you could pursue it. You rarely come to the Burrow anymore, do you have any idea how much everyone missed you? The twins were so excited to see you and you didn’t even play one stupid prank with them! You never say no to them, especially when they prank Charlie!” he reminded you. “Look, if you can honestly tell me that Nicholas is the man of your life and you are the happiest woman on Earth being this way, I’ll back down but we both know that the man that you’re supposed to be with, was sitting on your other side, don’t we?”

“Hey kids, we kind of need you back in there because your father wants…” Sirius said, walking out and looking at you. “Honestly, I don’t know what he wanted. I didn’t pay attention, just come back, okay?”

“Sure, Mr. Black” Bill smiled before he walked back in. You were about to follow him but your dad stopped you.

“Princess, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, dad” you said, trying to smile at him.

“Are you sure? Did the Weasley boy do something? Because-”

“No dad, Bill didn’t do anything” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay” he said, still hugging you. “You let me know if one of them is bugging you-”

“Dad!”

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

You were exhausted and you spent the rest of the day avoiding everyone, really. You just wanted to be by yourself but it was hard when your house was filled with people. So, you hid in your fathers’ bedroom, knowing nobody would go there. When it was late, you finally went over to your room, hoping to find some peace, but when you opened the door you saw candles and rose petals everywhere, as Nicholas stood in the middle. Shit. You felt your stomach get twisted in knots.

“Um… honey, what’s going on?” you chuckled nervously.

“Hey, pumpkin” he said, as you walked closer to him. “I know that you have been stressed these couple of days and I wanted to do something special” he smiled.

“Oh, that’s… very sweet of you” you said, walking closer to him.

“Also, I kind of had a whole thing planned for our anniversary a few weeks ago but, then you had to go back to work and I didn’t get to do it there, and then we came here so… I thought there’s no better time than this” he said, starting to kneel down.

Oh no.

“Um, N-Nicholas,-”

“Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he asked, smiling at you and getting out a small ring box, opening it.

“I- uh” you sighed. “I don’t know what to say” you admitted.

“This is kind of the part where you say yes” he chuckled nervously.

“Honey” you said, kneeling down to his level. “I love you very much, it’s just… this is too much right now” you tried to reason with him.

“Why? I can’t think of a better time” he insisted.

“Nicholas, I… I don’t know if I’m ready for such a big step” you told him.

“So… you’re saying no?”

“N-no, I just… I guess I need to think about it” you told him.

“You need to think about it?” he asked a little upset. “We’ve been together for two years!” he said, closing the ring box and standing up. “Is it because of Weasley?”

“W-what?”

“Bill’s brother, the one that works with dragons” he continued. Maybe you hadn’t been as subtle as you thought you were.

“Charlie has nothing to do with this!”

“Doesn’t he? Do you think I haven’t noticed the way he looks at you? How he talks to you, the little nickname him and Bill have for you?”

“Bill calls me Cassiopeia! That is my least favorite name” you argued.

“You don’t even let me call you that! But you don’t seem to mind when Bill does-”

“I’ve known Bill my entire life! He’s like my annoying old brother!”

“And what about Charlie?”

“What about Charlie?”

“What went on with you two?”

“I told you we dated in school and then he left for Romania!”

“And that’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it!” you lied.

“There’s nothing else there?”

“No!”

“So, why won’t you marry me?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed. “Is that what this is about? Are you asking me to marry you because you what? You feel threatened by Charlie?”

“That’s not what I said-”

“What is this, some sort of possessive thing that you need me to flaunt a ring around so everyone knows that I’m yours?”

“How can you say that? I want to marry you because I love you! And I want to be with you!”

“And I told you a million times that I am not ready to get married right now! I told you I love my job and I have so many opportunities now where I can travel or even move-”

“Well, yes, but we both know that once we get married and have kids your job will be more like a hobby” he chuckled. You felt your entire heart shatter as you kept repeating Bill’s words in your head. ‘We both know that the man that you’re supposed to be with, was sitting on your other side, don’t we?’

“Nicholas” you said, quietly. “I love you, but I can’t give you an answer right now” you told him. He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Fine” he said, grabbing the small box and placing it in your hand. “Then, think about it okay? I love you and I want us to be together” he insisted.

“Okay. I will think about it” you said, as he stood to give you a peck on the lips before he made his way over to your bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, you grabbed one of your sweaters, which just happened to be Charlie’s Christmas jumper you had stolen at some point, and you made your way down to the kitchen to clear your mind. You were glad that it was empty because it was already a bit late and you started making yourself some tea. When you sat on the kitchen table you heard some footsteps coming towards you and you sighed.

“Nicholas, I don’t really want to talk right now-” you stopped when you noticed someone else standing there.

“Not Nicholas, love” Charlie smiled sweetly at you. “You alright?”

“I’m fine” you said, looking at your hands as the kettle announced that the water was ready. You were going to stand up but Charlie quickly stopped you.

“Let me” he said, making his way around your kitchen as he brought two cups of tea. Yours with milk and no sugar. You smiled grabbing the mug in your hands. “So… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing-”

“Love I have known you long enough to know that you can’t sleep when you’re upset” he told you. “Remember how you always sneaked into my dorm when you couldn’t?” he smirked.

“I just… have a lot on my mind, I guess” you said, quietly, taking a sip of your perfectly prepared tea.

“So, are you going to tell me about it or are you just going to keep avoiding me?”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been avoiding you?”

“Really? This is the first conversation we’ve had since I got here” he told you. “Come on, love, please stop pushing me away” he said, placing his hand on yours. When he did, he noticed something under your arm. “Hey, what’s that?”

“Oh, n-nothing” you said, trying to keep your arm in place but Charlie pulled it up, revealing the ring box.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked, quietly. You felt your heart racing.

“Charlie I uh-”

“You’re getting married?” he asked, grabbing the box and smirking. But you could see in his eyes that he was far from happy about this. “Congratulations, Mrs. Pumpkin” he mocked you. You glared at him, grabbing the box from his hand.

“You’re an asshole” you said, starting to get up but he quickly followed and pulled you back.

“No, come on, love. I’m only joking” he chuckled.

“Well, it is not funny!”

“Fine. Why are you so upset? Aren’t you marrying Mr. Perfect?”

“Why do you even care about this? Is not like you have any idea what’s going on since you have been away for the past five years!”

“That is not fair! We both made that decision!”

“Exactly! So why do you even care if I am with someone else?”

“Because you can’t marry him!”

“Oh, really?” you asked starting to breathe heavily. “And why not?”

“Look, even if I am not yours, you are still my best friend and I am allowed to care about you and say something when you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life!”

“Excuse me?”

“I did not leave you here for you to follow you to get your fucking dream job and then throw it all away when someone asks you to be his trophy wife!”

“How dare you, Charles!? How can you claim you know me so well and then assume that’s what I’m gonna do!” you snapped.

“That’s how you’re acting! Whenever you’re around him you’re an entirely different person!”

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t end up together!”

“Oh, believe me, love. Best idea I ever made!” he snapped at you.

“And for the record, Bill is my best friend” you smirked evilly at him and he gasped offended.

“Take that back!”

“No” you shrugged and he started slowly walking closer to you.

“Take.It.Back.” he said with his deep voice between clenched teeth as you bumped into the counter behind you and he placed his hands on each side of you.

You were no longer able to ignore this. You felt how heavy your heart was pounding and you knew Charlie was the only one that made it beat like this.

“Make me” was the only thing that you were able to say before Charlie grabbed your face between his hands and he pulled you to his lips.

When his lips touched yours, the world seemed to melt away around you. Nothing mattered. Just you and him. His hands quickly started roaming around your body bringing you closer as he started deepening the kiss. It was like the first time he kissed you. Like the first time that he said he loved you. Like the first time that the two of you had sex. Nothing had changed. You couldn’t keep on denying it any longer. Your heart belonged to Charlie Weasley. You belonged with Charlie Weasley.

But then, you felt a pang of guilt pull at your heart. This was wrong. You were with Nicholas. Nicholas who had just asked you to marry him. Nicholas who was upstairs, waiting for you in your room. So, you pushed Charlie away.

“L-love” he said, breathing heavily.

“No!” you said, pushing yourself away from him and he finally let go. “I c-can’t do this, this isn’t right” you said, starting to feel sick to your stomach. You were a horrible person. “Fuck, what have I done?”

“Love, look at me” he tried, getting closer to you.

“No, don’t get near me!” you cried. “I can’t- I can’t think straight when you’re around me!” you said stepping closer to the entrance. “I need to leave” you muttered to yourself, running out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“Fuck” Charlie muttered to himself before he punched the counter.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Hi, bug” you turned around to see one of your fathers, Remus, staring at you through his window.

“Hi dad” you smiled weakly as he climbed through the window and sat down next to you.

“What are you doing out here? Hiding?”

“No” you chuckled.

“You do know this is where you hid every time you stole the chocolate chip cookies, right?”

“Right” you smiled, looking down at yourself.

“What’s going on, bug?”

“Dad… do you think I'm a bad person?”

“What? Of course not, love why would you ask me that?”

“I did a terrible thing” you said, feeling tears streaming down your face.

“Sweetheart, whatever it is, you are not a bad person and your father and I love you very much” he insisted.

“Nicholas proposed to me” you said, taking out the small box and showing him the ring.

“And… you’re not happy about that?” he asked.

“I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t want to get married right now” you told him. “There are still so many things I want to do and so many places I want to go and…” you cried.

“You told him no?”

“I told him I’d think about it” you explained. “And he said it was fine, but I could tell he was upset” you said. “And so I said I needed some space and I went down to the kitchen to make some tea and then I ran into Charlie and I-” you took a deep breath. “We kissed” you told him.

“You kissed Charlie Weasley?!” the two of you turned around to find Sirius standing at the window.

“DAD!” you complained.

“Sirius, how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough” he said, climbing outside and sitting on your other side.

“Dad, please don’t make me feel worse than I already do” you begged him.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing? Are you not happy with Nicholas?”

“I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Sirius” Remus warned.

“You two have been together for two years now and you seem perfect! You are lucky to have a guy like that!”

“See, that’s the thing! I don’t think I am! I thought I was and then Bill started saying how if I have to remind myself how lucky I am, it’s because I am afraid to ask myself how happy I really am! And then… I can’t believe I got Bill stuck in my head! But he was right! I started to question how happy I really am and I realized how much I have changed since I have been with Nicholas, and… this isn’t me! I haven’t felt like myself in so long! Since… since I was with Charlie! And so, that’s why I told him I would think about it and then I ran into Charlie and he started saying that I shouldn’t marry Nicholas and I got mad at him and we started arguing and then… we kissed and now I don’t know what to do!” you cried as Remus hugged you closer to him. “Why can't I stop thinking about Charlie?”

“Because you're scared of the first real adult relationship with the perfect man” Sirius told you.

“Or because you and Charlie still have a special connection and you still love him” Remus said, widening his eyes at his husband.

“Honey, she’s with Nicholas. We like Nicholas. Stop defending Charlie!”

“Charlie would die for our daughter, and you know that!”

“Can you guys not talk about me as if I’m not here-?”

“Why are you rooting for him? He broke our girl’s heart! And I will be dammed if I let him do it again!” Sirius snapped, making you look at your dad.

He looked defeated. And then it clicked, why your father never liked Charlie. He didn’t seem to mind him when you were in school. Only the ‘hurt my little girl and I’ll kill you’ way. But after Charlie left for Romania, you came back home and stayed with your fathers for weeks. And you had cried every single day.

“Dad… Charlie didn’t break my heart” you said, pulling out of Remus’ embrace. “We both decided to break up. I didn’t want to stop him from following his dreams of working with dragons. And I was going to go with him. But he wouldn’t let me because he knew I wanted to stay here to follow my dream” you explained. “He said that if we were meant to be together we would always make our way back to each other” you told him. “I know you don’t like him and I know that you saw how hurt I was… but that wasn’t Charlie’s fault” you insisted.

“You see, Sirius? Charlie did everything he could so our girl would follow her dreams and do what she wanted instead of following him all the way to Romania. I’m sure you would have hated that” he said as Sirius hugged you.

“Of course, I would have hated that! He would have torn my only daughter away from me” he said, kissing your head.

“See? So, it is actually thanks to Charlie that she didn’t leave. So maybe cut the boy some slack” Remus said.

“Fine” Sirius said begrudgingly. “I guess… he’s not that bad” he admitted as Remus hugged the both of you.

“Can we go back to my problem please?” you said, pushing both of them away. “I still have no idea what to do! I feel like a horrible person!”

“Sweetheart, you’re not a horrible person” Sirius insisted. “As much as it pains me to say it… I guess… I kind of understand why you still feel drawn to Charlie” he sighed. “And… you should always be able to feel like yourself with the person you love” he told you.

“You’re going to have to make a decision, honey” Remus told you.

“They are both great guys but so different! How did you guys do it?”

“I’m not gonna be any help here from the minute I saw your dad I was done for” Sirius smiled at Remus. “I knew that I had met the person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I did everything I could to make him as happy as he made me” he admitted.

“That was really sweet, dad” you smiled at Sirius before you turned to your other father. “What about you?”

“Well, first of all, I’m a sucker for guys who say things like that” Remus admitted. “And… he always helps me find the fun in life” he smiled at his husband.

“Look, sweetheart, you should just ignore everything we said and try to imagine your life with each of them and… if there’s one of the two that you just can’t live without” Sirius told you.

“Well…” you said, taking a deep breath. “With Nicholas, I guess I see a big beautiful house lined with books and interesting people coming in and out, raising kids with a brilliant man” you said with a soft smile. “And with Charlie…” you said as your parents noticed your smile getting bigger. “I see us in a cute little place that needs a ton of work” you chuckled. “And we may not have all the nicest things but… there's music and laughing and I know I can always be myself and he’ll always love me for it” you finished with a few more tears running down your cheeks. “And as much as I love Nicholas, I can see myself living without him but… I don’t think I can picture my life without Charlie” you admitted.

“Well, sweetheart, I think you just answered your question” Remus said, as he and Sirius wrapped you in a hug.

“And we support you no matter what” Sirius assured you, kissing your head. “We just want you to be happy” he said.

“I know” you smiled back at them as you stood up. “Thank you” you said, kissing each of them on the cheek. “I love you guys” you told them, moving over to the window.

Remus turned back to hug Sirius closer to him. “That was very mature of you, Pads” he said, kissing his temple.

“Please, Moony, you act as if I am still the same immature boy from school” he laughed.

“You do know that since she is choosing Charlie and she can now easily move in her job, there’s a chance this might end up with her moving to Romania, right?”

“WHAT!? I never agreed to that!”

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Hi” you said, walking inside your room, and finding Nicholas sitting on your window nook.

“Hey” he smiled sadly at you. “I take it you couldn’t sleep either?”

“No” you admitted. “Um… I think… we need to talk” you said, grabbing the small ring box and placing it on your bed. You saw the look on Nicholas’ face and you were certain he knew what was coming was not good.

After about two hours, and the hardest conversation you had ever had since saying goodbye to Charlie, Nicholas was done packing all of his things and he walked towards the door. You had tears streaming down your face and he stopped in front of you, cupping your cheek one last time.

“I’m really sorry” you repeated. “I want you to know that I really did love you” you assured him.

“I know” he smiled like the gentleman he always was as his thumb brushed your cheek. “Just… not as much as him, right?” he said, kissing your temple. “I loved you too” he said before he opened the door and exited the room.

You followed him down the stairs where you found your fathers waiting for you. Acting as if they hadn’t just been outside your door, listening to your entire conversation.

Nicholas smiled awkwardly at them as he made his way out. “Uh, thanks for everything Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black” he told them.

“Take care, kid” Sirius told him.

"Keep in touch" Remus said, kindly before the door closed.

"I don't really see us keeping in touch" Sirius told his husband as you walked down the stairs. “How are you feeling, bug?”

“I’ve been better” you admitted, wiping away the remaining tears on your cheeks and yo sat down at the sofa. Your fathers quickly sitting next to you.

“You did the right thing, sweetheart” Remus said, kissing your head. “We’re really proud of you” he told you.

“We love you, bug” Sirius added before the three of you heard the door burst open and you saw Bill and Charlie walking in, laughing about something.

Their laughter quickly died down when they spotted you. You knew they were a bit drunk. Most likely, Charlie told Bill about what happened and Bill’s solution was to go out and drink.

“Boys” Sirius said, standing up. “Just coming in, are you?” he smirked.

“Y-you’re not gonna tell our mum, right?” Bill asked, a bit worried.

“Well-” Sirius started.

“No, we’re not” Remus said, standing up as well. Charlie’s eyes were glued to you. And your dad noticed. “Why don’t we make some coffee?” he suggested pulling his husband and the oldest Weasley with him into the kitchen. “Let these two talk” he said, ignoring the complaints from both of them.

“Hi” Charlie said, sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Hi” you smiled at him as you tried to wipe some new tears away.

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” he asked, worriedly, kneeling in front of you and placing his big hand on your cheek, making you smile sweetly at him.

“I’m okay, Charlie” you assured him.

“Love, I am really sorry for what I did” he started. “And for what I said, I had no right to talk to you that way and I had no right to kiss you, I know that I just-” he sighed.

“Charlie” you started but he kept rambling on.

“I was just scared because you are my favorite person in the entire world and not a day goes by that I don’t regret leaving you. I should have stayed here with you! I should have fought for you! Because I love you!”

“Charlie-!”

“I know I have no right to dump all of this on you right now, but I at least owe you the truth. And the truth is that I am completely, madly, and hopelessly in love with you Cassiopeia Lupin-Black” he said, making you glare at him a little. “I have been my entire life. And I know I may not be able to give you the life that Nicholas can give you but, I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone and I promise to try and make you as happy as you make me if you let me and-”

You cut him off by leaning in closer and placing your lips softly against his. Charlie was taken aback for a moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you closer as you pulled away.

“I broke up with Nicholas” you told him.

“Y-you did?” he asked with hope waving over his heart as you nodded.

“I told him I couldn’t marry him” you explained. “A-and I love you so much, Charlie, it’s just…I just got out of a relationship. I’m a complete mess right now” you cried, smiling at him.

“I love messes. We can take this as slow as you need to, my little Horntail” he said, brushing your tears away as you chuckled. “So… that means that…”

"It's you" you said with a weary smile as Charlie wrapped his arms around your waist and you rested your head on his shoulder. "It's always been you, love" you told him, making his heart race faster when you called him that.

“Fucking finally!” Bill shouted.

The two of you turned around to see him at the entrance of the kitchen standing with Sirius and Remus before they disappeared into the room.

“We… kinda have to face them now, don’t we?” Charlie asked you, standing up and pulling you with him.

“We kinda do” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Are your dads gonna kill me?” he asked as you held his hand and started pulling him towards the kitchen.

“No” you assured him. “I promise they won’t” you smiled. You were about to enter the kitchen but Charlie pulled you to him once more, wrapping one arm around your waist and placing his hand softly on your cheek. “What?”

“I told you we will always make our way back to each other, my love” he smiled, kissing your temple. You smiled placing your head on his chest feeling completely content in his arms. This felt like home. You had never been more certain to have made the right decision. “I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too” you smiled, looking at him.

“My little Hungarian Horntail” he chuckled.

“I hate you again!”

“You love me!”

The End

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A/N: ahhh I missed writing for Charlie so much xD I hope you all liked it! let me know what you think! Spencer’s coming up next! 

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley oneshot

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TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After your life falls to shambles, your brother sets you up to room with none other than Keigo Takami. Your memory has always had some blank spots... but for some reason, he is the catalyst to remembering glimpses into your past.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2809

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary

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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

You stare at him for a solid few seconds. You basically just went on a date with him- and now you were standing in his apartment. Your teeth continue to chatter, and you step out of the elevator. “Sorry, I- I know this is- this is inconvenient-” your words shake due to your shivering and chattering. He shakes his head, a few flashes of red disappearing quickly, before reappearing with a towel. 

“No worries- besides, what kind of hero would I be if I let a pretty girl like you sit outside in the snow overnight?” He teases, though there’s a sense of sincerity in his eyes again. You wrap the towel around yourself, wincing as you move to step forward. 

“Thank- th-thank you-” You manage, slipping off your heels. He gives you a light smile. 

“Anytime. I’ve got a guest room you can crash in, and until we can replace your things, you’re welcome to use a shirt and sweatpants or two.” He hums, feathers bringing in a towel, a pair of folded grey sweats, and a black tshirt. You blink- he’s… oddly friendly, for someone who’s dealing with a lot being dumped on them. 

“Go on, pretty girl- get cleaned up. We can talk more after.” He gives you this cocky, yet heartwarming smile. A few feathers gently push you towards a room on the left, the cool tile under your feet slightly slick. Yet, every time you start to lose your footing, one is right there to steady you. 

The guest room is bigger than your living room- a large bed with what has to be silk sheets, a large window behind drapes, and the room has a soothing color palette. 

The floor is hardwood, and the bathroom- jesus christ if this is the guest room, what did his room look like? A large jacuzzi style tub and large shower with a glass door, a double sink made of marble- and everything looked extremely expensive. You’re almost afraid to touch anything. 

Shutting and locking the door behind you, you strip down. Avoiding your reflection, you peel the soaked dress off your shivering body. Making sure to carefully place everything folded on the counter, you set the towel separate from the dry clothing. 

You take in a deep breath, stepping into the shower. You can faintly hear his voice through the wall. “You can use whatever I’ve got in there,” There’s an odd chirping sound behind a few of the syllables.. It’s.. kind cute, honestly. 

Shaking your head, you make sure to thank him after. You’re quick, washing your hair and body in the warm water. It feels wonderful on your icy skin- hopefully you won’t end up getting sick, but with your track record, it was more than likely. 

Your eyes avoid the mirror- despite it being fogged to a point you couldn’t see yourself even if you tried. You knew what you’d see, and you definitely didn’t need the reminders. You wrap the towel around your frame, stepping out. 

Those chirping sounds… they were oddly familiar. You knew someone that spoke like that once, didn’t you? The more you tried to focus on the memory, the more faint it became. Huffing, you start drying your hair with the towel enough that it wouldn’t drip.

A memory as specific as that- how could you forget that? An odd sensation tugs at your mind. You SHOULD remember that. You wince, a headache forming behind your eyes. Swallowing hard, you try taking deep breaths. These often came and went if you tried to focus on certain parts of the past… 

“It’s dark outside. Where’s your mommy?” A fairly blurred form with the voice of a boy approaches from the bushes. You’d been sleeping in a playground the last two nights- your mommy locked you out of the house and refused to let you inside. You study the figure. 

“Mommy told me to find my own food, and told me to go outside. I tried to go back home, but she locked the door.” Your voice is relatively flat, but you were used to it. The figure makes a soft trilling sound, before reaching towards you. You flinch- and it pauses. 

“I won’t hurt you- c’mon, I got a place that’s warm and dry.” You pause… then take his hand. You can make out a cheeky grin… 

You let out a soft gasp, the throbbing migraine finally subsiding. Goddamnit.. What was that? Who was that? You didn’t remember your mother going that far… she was awful, sure, but- she never locked you outside, right?

Pursing your lips… you quickly change into the shirt Keigo so kindly lent you, quickly slipping on his sweats after. They were comfortable- and quite large on your smaller frame. It’s comforting in a way you weren’t sure how to place. 

Placing the towels in the hamper behind the door and hanging your soaked dress to dry, you pad back through the guest room and into the living room. 

Keigo’s lounging on the couch in a white t-shirt and black sweats. His hair is slightly damp- he must’ve also taken a shower. As soon as you enter the room, a soft cooing sound comes from his general direction. 

What the hell is up with the bird sounds…? It’s cute, but- what the fuck?

“Hey kid, feelin’ any better?” His wings flutter slightly, and his eyes shift to the ground. He clicks his tongue, concern flickering over his expression. “You’re bleeding.” Your eyes shift to the ground, and- 

Your feet are bleeding. 

Just like when you walked in, a flurry of red brings a first aid kit to your feet- and he hums, a soft trilling noise coming from him. His eyebrows are ever so slightly furrowed. If you didn’t know any better- you’d say he looks concerned. 

“Hold on-” He clicks his tongue again, getting up and heading over. He grabs a bar stool, and the moment you set back, he moves to inspect the wounds… and when his hand brushes against your foot, you tense. 

“Sorry, I, uh- I don’t like being touched.” There it is- it’s out in the open now. He frowns for a moment, then lets his feathers take over. They carefully shift your feet, and they almost tickle. He didn’t seem upset, or react in the way you expected whatsoever. He just… accommodated your preference.

“Is this ok?” He glances up at you, hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t just doing what's easiest for him, he… he’s actually asking you if you’re comfortable with something. You blink, taking a second to process this- then you find your voice again. 

“Y-yeah.. That’s fine..” A soft cooing sound escapes him, and his cheeks flush slightly. His feathers gently clean and wrap your feet, though bandaids would’ve easily done the job. “Thank you-” You pause, brows twitching together 

“... You remind me of someone I used to know… I can’t remember what he looked like, but- he made the little bird noises you do.” You hum, eyes studying his face. Shock flickers over his features, and he falters. Your eyes narrow- but he quickly responds. 

“Really? Ah- must’ve been someone else with a bird-like quirk. It’s not too uncommon.” He sounds rather sure of himself- but he did seem familiar. 

“O-Ok… I guess that makes sense,” You hum, glancing out the window. Thunder cracks, making you jump. 

“Glad Atsuki was able to pick you up when he did… it’s pouring now.” He whistles, glancing out the window. Rain pelts the glass, and your relatively blank expression pans back to him. “Said your stuff was ruined too.. I’m sorry to hear that.” He pauses again. 

“... What all did he tell you?” Your voice now holds a slight tinge of curiosity, concern flickering in your eyes. 

“You were stood up by an asshole that also happened to kick you out after living together for almost 3 years.” He grunts, standing up and letting his feathers clean up the trash, before putting away the first aid kit. They were stronger than they looked, that’s for sure- 

A sudden flash of white across your vision breaks through your thoughts. Intense pain follows suit, bringing you to hold your head in your hands in an attempt of alleviating the pain. His voice fades as you feel your knees hit the ground.

It’s dark. Your chest feels so tight, it’s hard to breathe. Why didn’t Mommy love you like she loved Atuski or Megumi? You just wanted to help, but she got mad. She slapped you, said you’d just infect them… were you sick? The doctors didn’t say you were. 

The rain streams down your face- but you didn’t cry. Your knees press into your chest. Footsteps filter in through the rain after a bit. You glance up at the blurred figure. “[Name]?” You blink, the figure sitting beside you in the rain. 

You look back at the ground. “... Mommy says I’m sick. That I’ll get Megumi and Atsuki sick too. Aren’t you worried I’m gonna get you sick?” He doesn’t react to how empty your voice is. 

“No, cause you’re not.” He chuckles- yet that nervous trill still follows his words. “You just don’t smile as much. That’s ok- cause it’s part of what makes you you!” The figure ruffles your hair. A smile tugs at your lips, and the figure gasps. 

“You have such a pretty smile… It just makes it more special to see!” A cooing noise joins his words… and suddenly, you don’t feel as alone anymore- 

Everything is back at once, and it’s like finally getting a breath of air after nearly drowning. “[NAME]!” Keigo shouts, holding you by your shoulders. 

You tense, jerking away from the sudden feeling of someone touching you- and he puts his hands up in defense as a concerned trilling noise escapes his throat. “Sorry, you just fell and made a noise of pain and I didn’t want you to hit your head-” 

“I-” You suck in a breath, your head throbbing. You weren’t even thinking about the past this time and it happened anyway. Why were they becoming more frequent? You open your mouth to speak-

No. You can’t tell him you saw anything… he’ll think you’re crazy. Well, more crazy than he already thought. 

“What happened..? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He dips his head down slightly to ensure he can properly see your face. 

“Nothing, it’s just- weird, sudden headaches. Similar to migraines, I think,” You quickly downplay the situation. “I’ve gotten them checked out, it’s not anything serious. I’m.. sorry if I freaked you out.” 

He quirks a brow- he didn’t seem to completely believe you. Hell, it sounded like bullshit even through your ears. “I see… as long as it’s not serious, I guess..?” He sighs, letting his feathers help you to stand instead of doing it himself. 

“Thank you for letting me stay with you- I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make this easier on you. It’s not exactly easy adjusting to having someone living with you- even if it’s temporary.” You would give an uneasy smile- but there’s no need or wish to. There should be one. You should just be able to do it. 

You should just be able to do a lot of things. 

“Nah, it’s no big deal. You’re nice enough, and you’re honest. Rare trait to find anymore.” He gives you a slightly lopsided grin- he was definitely more attractive in person, though you never really found yourself thinking he was when looking at tabloids or the news. Just another hero. But was he really just another hero after everything he’s done for you so far? 

“I guess- you should probably know who you’re living with. I used to work at a hero agency for a minor hero, but I was terminated without warning earlier tonight… oh, and I’m quirkless.” 

He blinks, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t strike me as the quirkless type. I thought you had some minor quirk- but hey, nothing wrong with that.” He glances into the kitchen, before lightly gesturing to follow him in. You follow suit, keeping an eye on his wings. 

They were a good way to gauge his emotions, you find. When worried, they fluff out and the feathers rustle a bit more. Happiness seemed to make them perk up, and you could imagine them drooping when he’s upset. His feathers flit about carefully, making some sort of drink. 

“It’s a bit late for coffee, so I figured tea would be a safer bet. Don’t want you to get sick.” He hums. That’s… a kind gesture. He was nothing but kind to you- it’s weird. Was this how all heroes were, or other people? 

“Uh… thanks…” You watch, entranced as they move about. A cocky smirk replaces that lopsided grin from earlier. 

“Cool, right?” He chuckles. There’s a look in his eyes that you just can’t quite place. 

“Yeah..” you murmur, tilting your head to the side. “You can fly and move your feathers, and.. They’re strong enough to lift people. Your quirk is pretty versatile,” You’re mostly thinking aloud. This sort of quirk… it could easily be used to hurt others. 

Yet, he chose to be a hero. It’s a stark contrast to your mother, sister, and ex. 

“Yep! I can also sense your heartbeat, and overall emotional vibe. Cortisol smells almost like grass after it rains- but serotonin and dopamine smell more like lemon or another sort of clean scent.” He chirps.

“You do the bird noises too… anything else like that you can do?” The idea of him smelling hormones is really unnerving, but he seemed respectful enough. Hopefully that would actually last. “... do you molt?” 

He chokes, turning and coughing to clear his throat. “Fuck, no- no I don’t do that sorta thing. I make bird-like noises, and I tend to make a sort of ‘nest’- fluffy blankets, pillows, stuff like that.” He pauses for a moment, and you fill the silence. 

“Do you migrate, or- or have a mating season?” 

He blinks, and for a moment, you wonder if you’d crossed a line. Sure, you were mostly just teasing, but- 

“I don’t migrate, but- yeah, I rut. Commission built me a ‘safe house’ for when that happens. All precautions are taken care of, and besides- that doesn’t happen til spring.” He’s quick to play it off, that grin returning to his lips. 

The tea kettle begins to whistle, and you jump. He glances over at it, feathers quickly moving it away from the heat. After a few moments, a mug with tea in it sits in front of you. The feathers return to his plumage. 

“Thank you,” You dip your head in thanks, and his gaze softens. 

“Don’t mention it, kid.” 

Another mug joins yours, now in front of him. For a few moments, the penthouse is silent outside of the sound of rain and rumbles of thunder. It’s comfortable- though, you found yourself a little nervous in his presence. 

It’s unfair- you probably looked like a wet rat, and here he was, looking like a portrait of a god or some shit. 

“Your ex is an idiot, y’know.” He hums after a few moments. You blinks, taking a second to process his words. 

“... why’s that?” You tilt your head, blowing on your tea lightly before sipping on it. It’s good- green tea, with a little honey in it. 

“Well- sure I say it platonically, but you are pretty. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, based on our date earlier- and you have a good relationship with your younger brother. Everyone’s got their skeletons, but I can’t imagine yours would be so bad to warrant an asshole doing something like that.” 

There’s nothing mocking about his voice or his tone. Sitting in a kitchen close to midnight across from the No. 3 hero of Japan, drinking tea and discussing your ex… it’s an odd shift from how the evening began. A pleasant one- and one that’s difficult to believe is real. 

As you open your mouth to respond, maybe to give some teasing remark- there’s a knock on his door. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Sorry, kid- one sec.” He pushes himself off his counter, making his way to the door. 

His wings are beautiful- as is he. Yet, he was kind too. Intelligent. What was the catch? There always was one when it came to people like him. Was he like your ex- charming at first, then a nightmare when he got comfortable?-

He opens the door, and he’s pushed aside by… none other than your sister. “[Name]! It’s so good to see you- how’ve you been hon?” That fake ass smile of hers, cheery attitude that comes with getting whatever the hell you want- 

“Megumi.” 

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[sparklepocalypse]

Hello! I missed Six Sentence Sunday for reasons of life happening, but I'm back today, bitches and non-bitches! 🥰 Thank you so much to the absolute cavalcade of fantastic humans who tagged me today, including @alasse9, @zwiazdziarka, @heysweetheart-writes, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @cha-melodius, @captainjunglegym, @wordsofhoneydew, @piratefalls, @orchidscript, @firenati0n, @priincebutt, @kiwiana-writes, @getmehighonmagic, and @duchessdepolignaca03! My tag is open, but @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, I'm calling on you specifically because I haven't seen your name in my feed yet. ❤️

Today I bring you another lil' chonk of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, Meet Me on the Other Side, a Western AU featuring runaway prince Henry and bounty hunter Alex. And when I say I have been having the most fun finding 19th-century slang terms to pepper into the fic... there's just a lot of pepper, okay?

The Sunfall Inn is located just off the Marcelina town square. It’s rather flash, by Alex’s reckoning, but he’s never been the sort to be bullocked by the corn cob aristocracy in this part of the country, and he assumes this Mr. Srivastava won’t be any different. He’s right and wrong on that front. Mr. Srivastava is an unassuming, brown-skinned feller of a height with Alex, wearing a natty black three-piece suit and a chimney pot hat. But when he opens his mouth to introduce himself, it’s clear to Alex that this man has spent a fair portion of his life around the type of fancy folk who don’t have much cause for visiting towns like this one. “Mr. Claremont-Diaz, I presume,” he says, extending a hand to shake. He speaks with a genteel accent, and Alex feels himself straightening up just a tad. “My name is Shaan Srivastava. I appreciate your punctuality.” “Call me Alex, Mr. Srivastava. Everyone else does,” Alex replies, shaking his hand firmly. “Guessing some measure of secrecy might be in order here?” “You’re correct,” Shaan says. Alex notices that he doesn’t invite the use of his first name. It's awfully starched of him, Alex decides, but the bounty’s more than enough to warrant his continued attention. Alex nods. “If you don’t mind a walk, there’s a trail not far from here that leads to a little glade, and nobody goes there during the day. At night, well, if you aren’t partial to seeing some feller in his birthday suit dipping into the sweets of his best girl – or his best boy, if he’s of that persuasion – best you avoid the glade at night.” “Are you certain it’s secure?” Shaan asks. His hand rises subtly at his side but stills, and Alex wonders what he might be hiding that’s made him so nervous. “You’ll be with me,” Alex replies. “You’ll be safe as houses, sunshine.” “Not precisely what I meant,” Shaan sputters, but Alex is already gesturing at the side door of the inn, next to the bar, and walking toward it, and after a moment, Shaan follows.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #my fic #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #alex x henry #firstprince #rwrb movie #wip: rbb #western au

[alucarddear]

Hello! I love your work!

May I please request something?

I was wondering if Adrian would ever have angry sex (not painful or maybe not even directed at you/reader but just frustration steam) and what that would be like?

And if not, may I ask the question for jealousy? I saw your HC and it made me curious if it'd ever get a little more intense.

A Pretty Picture*

A stranger foolishly tried to woo his lover, so Alucard decided to show him just whose name she would be screaming tonight.

Note: *NOT sfw. Foreplay. [She/her]

I mean, why not both? What have you all done to me? Anyways, have fun.

Not quite angry—think possessive, needy, desperate. I attempted a picture of what leads up to a pretty intense night probably. I had to stop there, it seemed like the right moment. You can maybe follow this up with Mine, if I blue-balled you. I hope I did justice to your wild imaginings, anon!

Thoughts? Violent reactions? Haha.

The lovers are back in their room at the inn now. She’d squeezed Adrian’s hands tightly and just about shoved the strange man out of the pub herself. It was probably for his own good, otherwise he might’ve been acquainted with Adrian’s fists or worse. The thought of meeting the dhampir’s magical sword is likely enough to make any luckless casanova shiver.

He is still fuming, that much is obvious. But why is her heart hammering? It’s not as if she did anything wrong.

“Adrian, calm down,” she says with a firm voice and an even firmer conscience. She touches his arm, and then starts explaining that she didn’t—

“Oh, it’s not you, darling, no,” he interjects, saving her from needlessly apologising for or explaining something she didn’t do. He saw what had happened. “I shouldn’t have left you for even just a minute.” This place reeks of ruffians.

“It’s alright,” she reassures him, smiling. “I’m alright. You worry too much. I took care of it, didn’t I?”

Yes, yes, his darling did. Far more admirably than he would’ve—should’ve.

They’d been travelling. He’d gone to book them a room at the nearby inn before it was too late. Meanwhile, she’d waited and ordered their drinks at the bar. When he returned, he saw that rat bastard make advances and place his unwelcome hands on his beloved, unsettling her, and the next thing he knew, he was seeing red, and then she had driven the man away herself.

Adrian shakes the thought out of his head.

It will not do to dwell on it, the more rational part of him wants to say, yet another is flooding his head with alarms and reminders that—She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine. How dare he?

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and closes his eyes. When next he opens them, an uncharacteristic smirk forms on his lips and he zeroes in on his lover, advancing towards her so very slowly, stopping just as her back hits the inn’s flimsy bedroom wall.

Adrian knows just what he wants, what he needs right now. Respite in the form of his favourite human, as well as some reminding that she is his, and his alone.

She is looking up at him, brows slightly furrowed, perhaps wondering what is going on in his head. She, whose smiles and little laughs fill his heart with glee. She, who’d promised herself to him long ago. His. All soft-skinned, lovely-eyed and warm, so very warm, always so pliant in his hands.

My girl, if you only knew.

Well…

“I want to fuck you,” he tells her bluntly, matter-of-fact, and then something desperate flashes through him. “I need to,” he corrects himself, instantly sending a blush to her face and an unexpected jolt of desire through her core.

She whispers her yes a little too fast, a little too soft for his liking.

“Are you certain? I won’t be able to stop myself,” he warns her.

He watches her gulp but nod again, sees her cheeks flood with colour at his crudeness yet her eyes twinkle with excitement, sees the way her knees got a little weak, and he smiles a toothy smile at her. My love. What precious little girl.

He runs a thumb across her bottom lip and gently prods her mouth open with it. She is blushing furiously, his silly girl, yet she accepts his finger readily, the tip of her tongue making the grave mistake of tentatively lapping at his thumb. It has his cock stiffening and twitching at the sensation, a needy groan nearly escaping his lips.

He picks her up then—scalding, urgent hands hoisting her up by her thighs. The intensity of his look might’ve had her knees weak with want, had her sliding down to the floor if not for his hot grip on her.

He’s angry, he’s jealous, and she really shouldn’t feel so... but damn it, he is so attractive to her right now, the way he wants her so badly she could shudder.

He’s staring at her, imploring her with such want, such need that she could never say no to. She really shouldn’t encourage him, really should calm him down, but his throbbing cock is hard and hot and already rubbing against her so tantalisingly, she just—

“Please,” she croaks at him, begging. “Please do.”

Uh-uh. He shakes his head a little.

“Please what?” he asks, index finger lifted as if to reprimand her. Say it. Say it.

“Please f-fuck me,” she just about whimpers.

Shit.

"Good girl.”

Adrian doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He growls, grinding his hips, the delicious friction forcing a breathy sob out of her lips that he promptly hushes with his own. He tastes sweet, sweet wine on his lover’s tongue, and his grip on her thighs tighten as he pushes off the wall, hands sliding up her buttocks—squeezing, kneading.

They head straight for the nondescript room’s equally nondescript bed. No matter, he thinks. She will make a pretty picture lying naked in it.

He’ll show that foolish man just whose name this pretty lady would be screaming tonight.

She’s sprawled in bed now, hair splayed on the soft, white pillows. “Adrian,” she mewls impatiently, thighs rubbing together.

Tut-tut. “Patience, my girl,” he admonishes her and then forgets about it entirely the very next second as he pushes the hem of her dress up and forces her thighs apart, fingers impatiently shoving her panties aside.

“Look at you,” he goads, smirking at her, fingers already collecting some of her wetness to rub slow circles on her clit. “So wet for me.”

“Adrian,” she gasps, “Adrian, please, please—”

He doesn’t give her a warning as he plunges one, two, three long fingers down to his knuckles into her tight pussy. He gradually increases his pace, curling his fingers inside her, stretching and preparing her to take his engorged cock well.

It’s not long before she is coming undone on his fingers, grasping at anything and everything for purchase. She begs him to stop, yet cries for him to fuck her harder. He holds her down to dampen her squirming and pumps into her until her eyes start collecting tears, until she’s pitifully sobbing his name, completely at the mercy of her dhampir. Soon, she is panting and trembling, utterly spent, yet he is only getting started.

Adrian licks at three of his fingers, tasting her, watching his sweat-slicked lover catch her breath, still shuddering and weak. As soon as he kneels on the bed to take her, she’s meeting him halfway in a desperate kiss—not quite chaste, yet not quite a battle, not one she’s winning tonight anyway. A surrender.

They cling to each other, desperately grasping, pulling at each other’s clothing, nipping. Him, undoing his trousers; her, sucking her salt off his tongue.

When they break apart for air, she attempts to pleasure him back, reaching for his hard cock, but he gently slaps her hand away.

“No, my dear. This is about you. Tonight is all for you,” he tells her.

You’re mine. You’re mine and I’m going to show you just what it means to be mine.

#i hope u all are happy lmao #some of u were waiting for this #alucard #adrian tepes #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard x reader #alucard fanfic #alucarddear writes #alucarddear requests #alucarddear: a pretty picture #adrian tepes fanfic

[websterss]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Everytime you think you’ve had a breakthrough with getting some of your memories back, you’re left feeling disheveled and confused. Completely unaware to Clancy’s mind controlling.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, some fake fluff, gaslighting

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,003

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Clancy Gray x fem!reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

There were blurry spots in your memories that often made you worry. Some sort of block that gave you migraines around the clock. You often blamed the heat shining down on you. Perhaps dehydration...whichever it was made you fall behind on your assignments for the day. Your pain was too much to bear.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand as you entered the cabin. Your heavy breathing caught Clancy’s attention. He swiveled around, creases forming around his eyes and the bridge of his nose as he walked over to you. 

“Hey, hey. Woah!” He rushed over to help you sit down. You were on the brink of fainting. “I got you, I got you.” He knelt down in front of you reaching forward to caress your skin. His love language. Touch, the physical contact. He once told you it made him feel safe. That knowing he was able to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you. For Clancy, it meant that everything was okay. You didn’t really understand it, but you gave up trying after running off with him. You knew you felt safe with him too. He was all you knew, the one person you still held onto from your pasts. You could only remember certain parts and bits, anytime you tried bringing up something to Clancy, you lost that train of thought instantly. You don’t even remember your parents. From what Clancy told you, they had abandoned you. It broke you finding out but the past was in the past. As Clancy liked to say. “Anybody in there...hello.” He laughed as you come back down to earth again. You hummed turning to look at his eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You tried to smile but the scrunch you made gave Clancy all the information he needed.

“The headaches again?” He frowned. Getting up to fetch your pain meds.

“I really thought today would be different...but they keep coming back.” You fall into your hands. 

“Have you been drinking enough water? You know what being in the sun for so long can do to you.” He looked over his shoulder, then walked back. He stopped and crouched in front of you.

“Yes Cee, I have. That doesn’t mean it’ll prevent these stupid headaches from happening though.” You sigh, feeling more tired than usual.

He smirked seeing your annoyed expression. He rattled the bottle in his hand and twisted the lid off. “Well lucky for you...I’ve got just the cure.” He hummed. and handed over two little white pills. You threw them back into your mouth and took the water he offered you. Your shoulders fall, then relax in the silence that overcomes the cabin. Clancy reaches for your hand. 

“Better?”

“A little.” You shrug. “I just- I can’t help but think that somethings wrong. Like I’m sick! I couldn’t even lift the bins with my mind today. Something is wrong with me Clancy and I think it has something to do with our past. I-I had a dream the other night...” He sat up straighter.

“What kind of dream?”

“There was screaming and yelling. I could have sworn I saw flashes of a woman. Maybe my mother!” You grip his hands. 

“Y/n we’ve talked about this-” Clancy shuts his eyes, shaking his head.

“I know but something about this dream felt real. Like a memory pushed past this block that I seem to have. The block, Clancy! Maybe this could be a sign that my memories are-” You gasped as your mind became blank and your body froze. 

“You didn’t see a woman. You didn’t anyone...” Clancy frowns as his eyes flashed orange.

“I-I didn’t see anyone.” You echo back to him. He reaches forward and caresses the side of your face again. He smiles seeing you locked in place.

“The dream you did have was of us. We’re at the lake...”

“At the lake...” 

“We’re swimming, having a good time, splashing each other...kissing.” He whispers the last part.

“Swimming, having a good time, splashing each other...Kissing.”

“You don’t have a block, you’re fine, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful and healthy. You love me and I love you. You came back here because you spent too much time under the sun, okay.” He tilts his head, smiling at you. He twirls a lock of your hair around his finger.

“I don’t have a block, I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m beautiful and healthy. You love me and I love you...I spent too much time under the sun.”

“Good girl..” He mutters under his breath. His eyes revert back to their original color as you come to again. “You okay?” He chuckles.

“W-What?” You blink rapidly.

“I lost you there for a second again. You’re headache gone? You know what the sun does to you. I hate it when you push yourself. You’re done for the day-”

“What wait no-”

“No, you’re done. I don’t need Mike running in here, telling me you’ve passed out in the garden bay. I won’t have it.” He stood up and guided you up to your feet. “How about a swim at the lake?” He pulls you in close. His lips attack your cheek sweetly then trail down to your neck. Your skin felt on fire to each press of his lips. You sigh relaxing into his attentiveness and touch. “Night swim, no one around, just us?” He whispers into your sweet spot before attacking it. He knows he has you as your head falls back. 

“W-We’ll get caught...” You breathe out. “Someone will see us.”

“You leave that to me, okay? Just relax...” He smirks again pressing one more kiss to your neck. As he lifts his head to look into your eyes, your body grows still. His eyes shifted to their orange color. “You be my good girl now, okay.” His thumb glides across your bottom lip. You nodded slowly as he pushed his thumb past your lips.

#clancy gray #clancy gray imagine #clancy gray imagines #clancy gray x reader #clancy gray x fem!reader #the darkest minds imagines #my gif #writings by juls

[lilpunkrock]

Remember Me

Status: Drabble

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.

AN: When I learned that Gael sang this song from Coco, there was no way this wasn't happening. I don't own the rights to "Remember Me" from Coco, but this song definitely owns me. Enjoy. x

Translations:

“Por qué?” — “Why?”

“Mi amada” — “My darling,” “My love”

“Ten piedad de mí, mi amor” — “Have mercy on me, my love”

“Mi amor” — “My love”

. . .

“I love this song.”

The darkness of your living room is cast in a soft shade of blush pink as Coco plays on the TV screen. When you had asked Jack if he wanted to watch a Halloween movie tonight, Coco wasn’t exactly what you’d been expecting. Still, the suggestion made sense to you. You imagined he had seen enough horror to last a  lifetime in his line of work, and he knew you were always eager to learn more about his heritage. With him leaving for a work trip in the morning, you were just grateful for the opportunity to hold him a little tighter tonight. Sure, the truth of Jack’s nature had been a little…challenging to process at first, but you had quickly learned that love opened the mind and heart to all possibilities. 

And really, you couldn’t make a single complaint about his choice of film. The scene of Héctor singing to his daughter, the one currently playing on the screen, melted your heart every time.

Your beloved wolf boy turns his head from where it lays in your lap to look up at you. The baby pink glow of the TV screen makes his warm-toned skin look like it’s shining from within. “Really? This one? Por qué?”

You smile down at him sweetly. “It’s the lyrics. The meaning behind it. There’s something so wonderful and precious about the thought of someone you love carrying you with them always. Parted in miles, but close in heart.” You smile wider, that cherished feeling of warmth that you only ever felt in his presence spreading from your heart, to your bones, to the tips of your toes and fingers. The feeling you never want to let go of, the one that leaves you feeling dizzy and love-drunk. “It reminds me of a certain someone I know.”

Jack beams up at you, his teeth a brilliant white in the dark of the room. The adorable crook in the upper left side of his teeth smiles at you, too. Your heart melts instantaneously. “Your heart makes me smile, mi amada,” he says softly, his olive eyes glimmering in the low light. He lifts one hand to cup your cheek, his thumb finding rest at the corner of your mouth. You lean into his touch instinctively. “I always carry you with me, wherever I go.”

The request comes to you unbidden. “Sing it to me?” you ask quietly, weaving your fingers through his. 

A slight crease forms between Jack’s brows as he gazes up at you, confused. When understanding finally dawns on his expression, he gives a small, nervous chuckle. “Ah, I don’t know, mi amada. I’m not much of a singer.”

You shake your head emphatically. “It’s not about how it sounds. It’s about the feeling behind it.” You gaze down at him with wide eyes. “Won’t you please?”

Jack’s eyes search your pleading face for a long moment. When he realizes you’re not giving up, he heaves a sigh. “Ten piedad de mí, mi amor,” he says. In spite of his sigh, his face is not exasperated, but amused. “You know I cannot refuse you.” 

You flash him a dazzling grin and readjust to get a better view of his face. When you touch your hand to his cheek, he gazes up at you like you hung the moon and the stars. With a deep breath, he begins to softly sing, “Remember me…”

His salt-and-pepper hair parts like waves between your fingers. Soft as silk, rich with the aroma of his pine-scented shampoo. Jack’s eyes fall closed at your touch.

“Though I have to say goodbye, remember me…”

Your fingers slip from his hair to thoughtfully explore the faint lines of his forehead, the dark hair of his brow. When had this crease cleaved his brow? Year One Hundred? Two Hundred? You trace it with adoration, grateful for those years that led him here to you. 

“Don’t let it make you cry. For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart…”

Your thumb sweeps over the dark circles under his eyes tenderly. Perpetually in place, and yet he’s the most energetic person you know. His smile always bright, his eyes ever alert, attentive. When they’re on you, you feel as if you could scale a mountain, conquer any obstacle. Limitless.

“I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart. Remember me…”

Your finger traces the strong line of his nose, the soft swell at its end. Your mind buzzes with the memories of kissing that very spot time and time again.

“Though I have to travel far, remember me…”

You graze the gentle dip of his Cupid’s bow, the plush curve of his bottom lip with adoration. Heavens, his lips. The tender way they caress your name, the way they guard that beloved crooked smile, the warmth they’ve spilled across your skin as they’ve trailed from your forehead, to your lips, to your ear, your collarbone…

“Each time you hear a sad guitar. Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be…”

The pad of your thumb sweeps over the soft grit of shadow along his jaw. The memory of that stubble lovingly brushing against your cheek, the hollow of your throat, the flesh of your wrist, the inside of your thighs, sets your skin alight. Your heart flutters in your chest, giddy and breathless. 

“Until you’re in my arms again…Remember me.”

As the last note slips from his lips, he opens his eyes, gazing up at you with an endearment that makes your heart ache. The quiet sounds of the movie in the background feel far from you now. The only thing that matters in this moment is him, the adoration in his olive eyes, the peace in his brow, that beloved smile on his handsome face.

“That was beautiful,” you whisper, voice thick with emotion. You trace his jawline again, thumb lingering just below the swell of his bottom lip. “And you said you’re not a singer.”

Jack’s chest rumbles with a warm chuckle. He places the lightest of kisses to the pad of your thumb, soft as a feather. “If you believe in me, mi amor, I suspect I can be anything.”

It’s the nail in the coffin for you, the final straw. You dip down toward him in a rush, palms cradling his grinning cheeks as you press your lips to his. Warm and eager, his touch envelopes you, never-ending, all consuming. The way his lips glide against yours feels like worship. The way his thumb caresses the tender hollow just below your earlobe, a spot that only he knows, feels like a sin. Above all, the way you can feel every emotion he’s ever felt, every thought he’s ever pondered, every word said and unsaid in the press of his lips, feels like a drug. The way you can feel just how dearly he loves you.

When you finally part for breath, he presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling his nose against you. When you look into his olive eyes, you know that this is it. This is everything.

“I love you.”

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I’ll Follow Your Lead - Christmas Party

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6

~Sorry it took me so long, I got busy with the end of the semester! Also I’m sorry if I messed up the Italian, I am not fluent so I used a translator which means it may be wrong~

Christmas Eve had fallen upon New York City bringing singing, cheer, and…crowds. Dorothea huffed a strand of hair away from her face as she sloppily wrote down a man’s order. Her hand was cramping from writing so much and her hair was a few good shakes away from coming undone. The café had never been busier. Dorothea was at her wit’s end running back and forth from the kitchen to the counter, to the tables, and back again. She was supposed to have help, but the other waitress never showed up.

    “Excuse me! I haven’t had my order taken yet!” A woman called from the other side of the dining room. Dorothea barely hid her grimace as she excused herself from the man she was helping. The woman rattled off a complicated order as soon as Dorothea was in good earshot. “And don’t forget to add the cinnamon on top,” the woman wagged her finger in Dorothea’s face and she fought every urge to bite it. Turning to prepare the multitude of orders she had sloppily written on her notepad, she paused. Jack was there. She had no idea how long he had been there, but there he was. However, what stopped her was not his presence but the fact that he had grabbed a notepad and a pencil and was taking people’s orders. As if feeling her stare at him, Jack looked up and smiled at her. Dorothea flashed a relieved smile before hurrying to the counter to start making orders. As she was making the orders she had taken, Jack came up to the counter and ripped the top piece of paper off of his notepad.

    “All right, I’ve got a few of the orders but some more people just came in so I’ll go grab their orders. You stay here and just make the food,” Jack said. He winked at Dorothea before turning around and heading for the new customers.

They worked in tandem – Dorothea making the orders and Jack serving the guests – until the café closed. Dorothea had closed earlier than normal for the holiday but to her, it wasn’t nearly early enough. Dorothea talked to the last customer as she showed them out the door. It was a young woman a little older than her who was new to the city. Dorothea was sharing some directions to the nearest, and most affordable hotel. Jack stood behind the counter, wiping down the equipment and putting dishes away. He watched as Dorothea kindly ushered the woman out and as the door finally closed her shoulders slumped down and she sighed loudly.

“Thank the stars that that’s over!” The girl said as she made her way back to the counter. She sat down on one of the stools and Jack walked around to join her.

“That was one hell of a crowd. You’d think people would be at home on Christmas Eve,” Jack said.

“Well, you would be wrong. If the place is open, people will come no matter what.” Dorothea reached up and tugged on the dark red ribbon keeping her dark curls out of her face, letting them fall down her back. Jack watched her closely and studied how she ran her hands clumsily through her tangled hair to try to tame it. He never knew her hair was that long – the full length of her back. He had always seen it messily pulled up with her ribbon.  

“Your hair-“

“Is a mess”

“Is beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Dorothea turned to face Jack with a surprised look on her face. Her hair had been up all day and was no doubt dented in the middle section from being held up by the ribbon and was definitely frizzy. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure. Anyway, I’m certain you didn’t come here just to help me with the holiday crowd. At least not for free!” The girl got up from her spot and walked into the kitchen. After a moment she returned with a cinnamon bun and slid it in front of Jack. “Here ya go! And it’s on the house tonight.” She had said tonight but she had every intention of never letting him pay her for food ever again.

“Really?”

“Really. You earned it. I saw you dodge those particularly handsy old women earlier,” Dorothea feigned a serious face but only for a moment before bursting into laughter at Jack’s reddening face. He shook his head and sighed.

“The stuff of nightmares I tell you. I’ll be traumatized for life.”

“Oh, I am quite sure. That blonde one looked about ready to pounce!” Dorothea laughed again and this time Jack joined her. He picked up the sticky pastry in front of him and took a bite. He paused.

“This is delicious. More delicious than your other ones!” Jack spoke with his mouth full and Dorothea shook her head in disapproval but smiled at him anyway.

“It’s from my personal batch. But don’t go asking for seconds now because they’ll be plenty more at the Christmas party.”

    “Christmas party?”

    “Yes, and you’ll be coming with me,” Dorothea left no room for argument as she walked back into the kitchen. When she returns she’s carrying two large containers presumably holding the rest of the cinnamon buns.

    “Where is this party?” Jack was confused. Dorothea never mentioned a party in the weeks prior and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to go to some fancy event.

    “It’s at my friends’ restaurant downtown. Don’t worry though it’s very casual and there won’t be that many people there. It’s just some fun and free food so I thought maybe you’d enjoy it,” Dorothea explained as she tapped her finger on the lid of the top box. Her eyes didn’t meet his as she talked. She was worried that he didn’t want to go and she had already told Margarette that she would bring him – something she now regretted. Jack nodded and took another bite of his pastry.

    “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He didn’t sound angry, just curious.

    “Well, I wasn’t sure if you would want to come but I had already told them I’d bring you so…” Dorothea trailed off as she gently set the boxes on the counter beside her. Jack laughed and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

    “So you’re trapping me?”

    Dorothea scoffed, “Of course not!” she paused and handed him a napkin to wipe his hands and mouth on, “Well, I guess so. But it doesn’t matter now because you are going,” Dorothea nodded her head with finality and Jack narrowed his eyes at her. He knew he was going to go with her. She knew he was going to go with her. It was hardly a question as to whether he would do almost anything she asked but he wanted to have some fun anyway.

    “What if I had plans?”

    “Well, do you?”

    Silence followed for a moment as the two stared into each other’s eyes.

    “Give me one good reason why I should go,” Jack crossed his arms and leaned forward on the counter with a smirk.

    “Because I would be sad if you did not,” Dorothea said without hesitation. It was true. Not only would she have to tell her friends that he didn’t want to go but she would not be able to properly enjoy her evening knowing Jack wasn’t there.

    Jack laughed a little at her answer but when he noticed that Dorothea’s serious expression didn’t change, he stopped. Her brown eyes stared at him as she patiently waited for his final answer and Jack’s blue ones stared right back. “All right, when do we leave?”

      Dorothea watched as Angeline and Jack walked in front of her. The young girl had been asking Jack a million questions since Dorothea had brought him by the lodging house to get her for the party. Jack told Angeline stories about him that Dorothea had, of course, already heard and the young girl was hanging on his every word – absolutely smitten with the boy. Jack glanced over his shoulder at Dorothea and smiled as he continued his story. Dorothea smiled and looked away, pretending to be occupied by the pastry boxes in her hands. She felt her cheeks warm and cursed herself for not being about to control her blush.

    “Dory!” Angeline paused to allow Dorothea to catch up before linking arms with her. “Did you know that Jack is a really good artist?” Angeline wiggled her eyebrows at Dorothea and giggled. Dorothea looked at her in disapproval of her antics.

    “Did he tell you that himself?” Dorothea scoffed. Jack rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “How humble of him to say about himself.”

    “Have you ever seen any of his drawings?”

    “No, because he is very rude to me and tells me I’m not allowed,” Dorothea said with the dramatics of a child. Jack’s mouth dropped open in shock as Dorothea pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.

    “That is not true! I was not rude!”

    “You absolutely were!” Dorothea argued back and stuck her tongue out at him. Jack gently pushed her shoulder and Dorothea gasped. “See? And now he’s putting his hands on me, the brute!”

    Angeline’s giggles bubbled from her lips as the two teens continued back and forth. The young redhead stood between them and linked arms with Jack as well. She liked Jack and most of all she liked how happy Dorothea was with Jack. In the two years Angeline had known the older girl she had not seen her tease and taunt anyone but her. Dorothea had been so serious before hardly any nonsense – all work. Now, Dorothea went out with Jack quite often and always came back to the house in a good mood. It made Angeline happy.

    Soon they arrived at the restaurant. The front entrance was closed but the inside was lit up and the smell of food wafted from a few of the open windows.

    “Follow me!” Dorothea said as she led the two down the alley and to the back entrance. The door to the kitchen was already open and Margarette could be seen hanging fresh pasta. The woman stops and quickly places everything down before greeting the trio at the door.

    “Ciao, miei cari!” She says as she holds her arms out to give hugs. She hugs Angeline tightly and then tells her to take Dorothea’s boxes and sit them on the counter. As Angeline walks away with the boxes, Margarette envelopes Dorothea in a tight embrace.

    “Merry Christmas, Margarette,” Dorothea greets before gently separating herself from the woman.

    “And this must be Jack!” Margarette smiled brightly and her eyes crinkled at the corners. Jack returned her smile and held his hand out to shake hers. The older woman laughs a bit and pulls Jack into a hug just like she gave the other two. “Dorothea, dear, you never said he was handsome!”

    “Margarette!” Dorothea hissed as she quickly walked past them. Jack stepped away and laughed.

    “What? He is and un uomo come lui non capita tutti i giorni, cara,” Margarette walked back to her pasta preparation and Dorothea’s face flushed. Jack watched her hastily set her cinnamon buns out on some trays she had found. He walked over to help and to ask what Margarette had said but before he could get the words out, Elmer entered the kitchen.

    “Dorothea, Angeline, my darlings!” Angeline rushed to greet the man with a hug and Dorothea smiled at him from her spot next to Jack.

    “Hello, Elmer! This is-“

    “Jack, of course! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, dear boy,” Elmer walked over and extended a calloused hand for Jack to shake. Jack smiled and firmly shook the older man’s hand.

    “It’s nice to meet you, both of you,” Jack said looking to Elmer and then looking to Margarette.

    “Of course! We’ve heard a lot about you!”

    For what seemed like the thousandth time, Dorothea blushed and refused to meet Jack’s smug gaze.

    “Oh yeah? All good things, I hope,”

    “Oh, only the best.”

      The rest of the night was filled with a few other friends dropping by and raising glasses of sweet wine to toast the holiday. The band had come in and played some songs while the men, including Jack, played a few friendly games of poker.

    “Dorothea, he’s a doll!” Rita, one of the musician’s wives said. “How long have you known him?”

    “Only a couple of months, we are just friends,” Dorothea said. She looked over at Jack to find him with a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips and his blue eyes concentrated on his cards. The soft light of the restaurant offered him a golden glow that had Dorothea in a trance. Rita watched the girl stare then shared a look with Margarette, who had also seen Dorothea’s not-so-subtle glances.

    “Well don’t be so sure, sweets. I think there might be something else going on there,” Rita said.

    “What do you mean?” Dorothea finally broke her stare to look at the dark-haired woman beside her.

    Rita shrugged her shoulders, “I only mean to say that he seems to make you happy. Nothing more,” she said as she sipped her wine. Dorothea took a sip from her own cup and looked back at Jack who was already looking at her. They both looked away and Dorothea smiled.

    “He does. Make me happy, I mean. He’s been a good friend.”

    Jack quickly looked back at the cards in his hand when Dorothea’s eyes met his. He hadn’t been looking for that long but he had still felt caught.

    “So, Jack,” Elmer took a long drag from the cigar he held between his chubby fingers, “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

    “I’m from Chippewa Falls, in Wisconsin. I came here after my parents died,” Jack said as he played his turn.

    “Well, I’m sorry to hear about your folks. Since you’ve been so good to our Dorothea you just let us know if we can do anything for you, dear boy. A meal, a nice room, a job, you name it,” Elmer said as he gestured with his cigar. Jack raised his eyebrows in interest. He could use a steady job that wasn’t just selling his drawings. And, he thought, if he worked here he could see Dorothea more since she obviously comes here often.

    “What kind of job?”

      The party had begun to settle down and Dorothea was sitting on the floor by the large fireplace at the back of the dining room. The adults had been conversing lowly and saying their Irish goodbyes for the past 30 minutes and she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to Elmer and Margarette. Angeline had joined Dorothea a little while ago, complaining that she was ready for bed. Shortly after the young redhead had sat down, she had fallen asleep on Dorothea’s lap. The older girl gazed fondly at Angeline and gently stroked her hair out of her face.

    “Hey.”

    Dorothea looked up to find Jack taking a seat on the floor beside her. He had his sketchbook and tools in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He must have gotten another one Dorothea thought.

    “Hello. Did you enjoy the party?” Dorothea’s voice was just above a whisper so as to not wake the sleeping girl in her lap. Jack nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

    “It was great! I had a lot of fun. It was nice to play poker for fun instead of for a living, ya know,”

    Dorothea laughed and Jack smiled brightly.

    “Yes, I’m sure it is. I am glad you had a good time. Everyone seems to like you, though I’m not surprised.”

    “Why is that?”

    Dorothea sighed and stared ahead into the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs. “There’s just something about you, Jack,” She paused and looked at him – brown eyes meeting blue ones, “You make it easy to like you,”

Dorothea was stuck. She had been staring for too long, she knew that, but she couldn’t look away from his sincere gaze. He couldn’t look away either. Something in the way the flames reflected in her eyes and made them turn a honeyed brown and the way the warmth had cast a rosy hue to her cheeks made it imperative for him to watch and study her. He knew this image of her would stay in his brain forever and that he would definitely capture it on paper later. In another room, they could both hear a clock chime twelve. It was Christmas Day.

“Merry Christmas, Jack.”

“Merry Christmas, Dorothea,”

    Both teens finally looked away from each other. Jack took a final drag from his cigarette, and Dorothea went back to softly playing with Angeline’s hair while watching the fire. Neither of them in a hurry to get up and both of them unaware of the small green sprig with red berries hanging above them.

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Lighten Up | Part I

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Part 2 | Part 3

Word count: 3.3K+

Summary: On a mission scouting a suspected First Order warehouse, you visit a local cantina with the team to case the locals. With one too many drinks in you, you are lighting up the dance floor. With one too many drinks in you, you are lighting up the dance floor. … but you can’t seem to shake the feeling of a certain commander’s eyes watching your every move. And it was honestly killing your good mood.

A/N: This is what happens when I play one song, dance my heart out, and furiously need to write a fic. Let me know what you think! ✨

Warnings: 18+, smut🔥, fingering, fem receiving, dirty talk, small dubcon, language, Poe Dameron (need I say more??)

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The music in this cantina was blaring, lights were flashing, and sweat poured over every inch of you.

You’ve never felt more alive than at this moment.

Right here, moving with the music, was heaven.

…But you could feel him watching your every move as you swept the dance floor.

And it was honestly killing your good mood.

It was Rose’s idea to go into the city while on a reconnaissance looking for a First Order warehouse. Finn was the one who suggested a visit to the cantina to case the locals. Dameron bought the first round of shots, blaming you for looking too stiff and not blending in with the crowd.

You’ll never forget the look on his face as he said, “Lighten up, rookie. Or should I order you water?”

Rookie.

It had been your name to him ever since you those early days of Black Squadron. You wanted to sock him in the jaw every time he said it, but instead, you took the shot right out of his hand and tossed it back, looking him square in the eye.

Since joining the Resistance four months prior as a starship pilot, Black Leader made you enemy number one. You challenged his position within the second week on base, placing second to him on the D’Qar Run where new cadets could test themselves out of training early. You made Black Squadron because you were too damn good not to be on the best team of the core. On missions, he spoke professionally over the comms, but he never failed to correct you on something when you made it back to base.

You did not understand why everyone on the base worshiped Dameron. The worst meals in the mess hall were when he would sit at your table to go over briefings with the team members or have some arm around another girl. You had to gag down food on many occasions in disgust. Dameron couldn’t pass anything with two legs without flirting except you and perhaps General Organa.

Four jet juices later, here you were on the dance floor of a scummy cantina, absolutely buzzed out of your mind. The original idea you had in mind was to chat with the loose-lip dancers, drinking and partying the night away. As the music blared, you couldn’t help but drink and be merry with them.

Maker, you hadn’t had this much fun since before basic training. The Resistance demanded its pilots' pure and unadulterated dedication to the cause. Thus you demanded perfection in yourself, not letting any moment pass where you couldn’t train or learn to become a better pilot. A night like this was never on the books when you joined up. You wished it never ended. No dangerous missions, no death, no hurt, no pain. Bliss. This was bliss.

Your feeling of bliss was crushed every moment you felt Dameron’s eyes on you.

Bodies crowded you on the dance floor as the music pumped even louder. You were hot, sweat dripping to the sawdust floor. Maker, it felt good to dance. You let the rhythm take you, your hips swaying perfectly to every beat.

There was no moment but this moment.

You felt hands reach around you, bringing you closer as you both lost yourselves in the music. Their hands roamed freely as you let them grind against you to the beat. Together, you moved with each other, reaching for that feeling as one and-

CRACK.

Someone’s drink shattered across the bar. No one else on the dance floor seemed to notice but you. Rose stood by the high tops chatting with a group of mechanics. Finn was close by bringing over more drinks to another table. They didn’t notice the bartender cursing Dameron as he stormed out the back door.

Your bliss had officially come to a stop on the dance floor. All you could hear now was that glass shattering over and over again in your head.

That karking bastard just had to ruin your fun. You wouldn’t let him get away with it.

Gently tapping the hand of your very drunk dance partner, you pushed your way through the cantina to the back door. The door slid open to an empty back alleyway lined with crates. It was ungodly humid out, the air sucking your breath out more than the dance floor.

Dameron stood a few feet away from the door, his hand gripping a crate in front of him. The back of his tan shirt was soaked with sweat.

“What the fuck was that, Dameron?”

He whipped around, eyes furious. Dameron looked unhinged, the opening of his shirt dipped down to the center of his chest, skin reflecting in the moonlight.

“Go back inside, rookie.”

You practically snarled. “Oh lighten up Damer-“

“That little dance was something else.”

His words shot through your head like an arrow, sobering the buzz you were still trying to ride. “I was-“

Dameron smirked. “Gathering intel?”

Shit. No, that wasn’t a part of the mission tonight, but he had no right to judge your lapse in judgment.

“Shut-“

“Oh my mistake,” he spat. “It must have been in his dick-“

“How was casing that Pantoran at the bar?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Two could play this game.

You spotted him flirting with a pretty Pantoran early in the night, which prompted you to stay on the dance floor, far away from Dameron as his eyes sparkled whenever the girl spoke.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dameron crooned, “I don’t dry hump in my interrogations. I-”

“Bore them to death with mission logs?“ You interjected. “I’d confess anything after that.”

“Oh no,” he mused, hand slipping into his pockets. “They quite like when I whisper that in their ears as we fuck.”

You rolled your eyes. “How unsatisfying.”

Dameron cocked his head to the side. “Curious, rookie?”

You barked a laugh. “Please. I hate you, Dameron.”

He stepped back like you landed a blow. The music from the cantina pulsed beside them.

He stared at you like you were a stranger.

“You… hate me.” He repeated.

“Yes,” you spat.

He stepped forward, the curls of his hair falling over his forehead. He gazed openly at you and all you said was red.

He smiled softly. “You’re wrong, rookie.”

The audacity of this man. You’d never admit it out loud but he was the reason you wanted to escape for the night…To forget the bullshit that you dealt with day in and day out hearing his teasing, sarcasm, and frustrations.

“I... hate... you,” you articulated, stepping forward. Your shirt brushed his own.

His smile dropped as he lifted an eyebrow. “Then why are you still here?”

It was too much. The booze. The air. The heat. Dameron. Your pulse began to rise. You might kill him if it wasn’t for your damn moral compass, which was wearing painfully thin.

“I think we both know why,” Dameron acknowledged softly. You could see the pores on his skin by how close he stood.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know you're a brat,” he glared. “I know you are hot-tempered, stubborn, and can’t leave an argument without the last word.”

His words cut deep like a knife to the throat.

“I know you like to sit at the back of the mess hall because it has the best view of the base.”

… What did he say?

“How-“ you sputtered.

Dameron’s gaze cut through you, shaking every last bit of alcohol coursing through your body. “I know you favor bantha formation because it puts you at the nose of the squadron. I know you are the best gunner we have because you work damn well to be the best when we aren’t on duty, practicing through every simulation on base.”

He reached for your hand, looking at your white-knuckled fist. “I know you go to the roof after a tough mission because you hate to let us see you cry.”

Dameron pulled you closer to him, forcing you to look up. “I know you think I hate you… but I don’t.”

The air left your lungs…. What he knew was impossible. This man hated your guts from the moment you met. Didn’t he? He always had it out for you and you for him. Your hatred fueled those long missions together, forcing you both awake on long nights dreading the firefights ahead.

Dameron, unaware of your rampant thoughts, whispered, “I know what you need.”

Your other hand tightened into a fist. “You know nothing, Dameron.”

“If we’re going do this,” he said, wetting his lips, “you can't call me that.”

“Do what?” You glared.

“What you were looking for in there.”

You glanced to the door and the long-forgotten dance partner. How typical he would think to believe you were so desperate for sex. Sex was never an end goal for you in scenarios like tonight, but you were not opposed to feeling your dance partner created between your legs.

Dameron was toying with you. Like hell, you’d let him get away with it.

“Pass,” you scoffed.

The grip on your hand tightened. “He wouldn’t have made it good for you."

You smirked. “Felt pretty good to me.”

“Good?” He taunted softly. “You thought that little move was good?”

You couldn’t react fast enough to push him away as he engulfed you from behind. His hips sat flush against your back and ass. The feeling on the dancing floor paled in comparison to him behind you. Your curves settled nicely around him matching the hardness of his body. 

“Was it good like this?” He hummed into your ear. The stubble of his jaw on your neck sent chills down your spine.

“Dameron,” you gritted. This little game was moving into dangerous territory. 

His hands circled between your lower ribcage and hip. “Wrong... try again.“

Those kriffing hands silenced every retort from your mind as he worshiped you. His hands moved up and down to your thighs, your breath going in and out rapidly. He was right. Your dance partner felt nothing like this.

You felt him grin against your ear. “Does this feel good?”

You couldn’t think logically as he kneaded every inch of your body, hands grazing under your shirt. The feeling ignited a desire you’ve never felt before.

“What do you need?” He practically begged the question.

You flushed, feeling too much already to the over buzzed nerve ends. This wasn’t happening… was it? You began to push against him for an escape only to feel the incredibly hardened length at your back. He gasped behind you, rutting once against your ass.

Sith’s hell, he was turned on just as much as you were.

“Tell me, baby,” His hands moved to the apex of your thigh. Maker, what he called you should revolt you but it felt so good on your neck as he breathed it. It was too much. He was too much. The feeling on him everywhere was overwhelming as you tossed your head back into his shoulder.

“Poe,” you breathed, eyes fluttering.

“Fuck,” he choked, hands leaving your body.

You felt cold in the humidity from the absence of his hands, but they returned instantly as he backed you to the shadows of the alley, placing you flush against the wall with his body.

His hands cupped your jaw, smashing his lips against you. It was sinful, the way he worshipped your mouth. His tongue danced with yours as he cupped your ass. You’ve heard rumors about Dameron with women, but they paled in comparison to the taste of him. His mouth teased every inch of your lips, his tongue coaxing the softest moan from you as he entered your mouth.

You should pull back. Truly, you should go back inside, blame this on being buzzed but the way he kissed you…. You were losing the internal battle to leave.

He pulled back, resting his forehead on yours as you both came up for air. “How drunk are you?”

You couldn’t believe it. He broke this spell before you did. The pleasure building in your core gnawed for attention, yet Dameron asked that question even as your legs began to shake. The muscles of his arms were taught as you gripped them under your hands. “You gonna cockblock this right now?”

Dameron snarled. He shoved his leg in between yours, making you whimper as held your body weight on his thigh. You gasped as the sudden friction shot your clit.

His eyes sparkled. “You need me.”

Your mouth quivered. The curls of his hair stuck to his forehead as he pressed it against yours. His eyes closed. “Admit it.”

The friction was too much. You needed to move. He was suffocating your mind, body, and soul. With a gentle rock of your hips, you both hissed. “You need me too.”

He unleashed himself on you again, your hips rocking deliciously on his hard thigh. The kisses turned even more heated as he moved down your neck, grazing his teeth and leaving wet, open-mouth kisses.

You moaned as he massaged your breast under your shirt in one hand while wrapping your leg around his back. The bastard was right. You needed this. His hardness at your stomach began to rock into you as well, driving you insane.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please what, baby,” he groaned bringing his lips to hover over yours. You rocked harder on his leg, pleasure singeing your core.

“This what you need?” He asked, his eyes dipping down to watch you rub yourself on your leg. Maker, you quivered watching the heat of his eyes look at where your bodies were connected. You moaned loudly, the music of the cantina drowning it out.

“Fuck me,” you begged with the last bit of alcohol giving you the courage you needed.

His hands gripped your hips, forcing you to stop. “Oh, no, I’m not giving you what you want.“

He released his leg from your swollen cunt. You shivered, but the friction was not gone for long as he shoved his hand down your pants.

“I’m giving you what you need.”

You gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly as he pushed your panties to the side to meet his desired destination.

The wet sound was loud but you didn’t care. He felt so good as he dipped one finger through your folds.

Poe sounded like he choked, jaw tight. “I did this?”

You didn’t grant him the grace of a verbal confirmation but instead pressed your mouth to his own. He moaned. This was the first time you engaged the kiss, stroking his mouth hotly as he stroked between your folds, massaging your clit with a pressure that made your head spin.

“Shit,” you moaned as he shoved a finger up your core. The digit curled, igniting a deeper pleasure than before.

Maker, you could cry. The heat, his body, his mouth, and his hands were too much. “Please.”

You needed him to fuck you. You didn’t care if you were in an alleyway, a bed, or on the ground. He was becoming your undoing.

“I’m gonna break you a part like this, baby,” he breathed.

Before you could retort, he added another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. He did it slowly as if savoring the length of your undoing at his hands.

How did it come to this? You flashed through every look, sneer, and argument that you shared with Poe. We’re your fights just pent-up frustration for one another? Was the hate you felt before always heated behind his eyes? How long had he planned to do this? Did he plan this at all? Were you to be another notch on his post? How-

“Stop,” he commanded, a hand forcing your jaw up to look at him. “You stay right here with me.”

His pace continued tortuously slow, but the angle he chose now, allowed his palm to graze your clit.

“Fuck,” you mewled, earnestly.

“Like that?” He asked, nodding with a knowing look.

You looked at him, the moonlight creeping over his chest as your eyes settled into the dark. He was a vision, his chest glistening with sweat, his tags stuck to his chest, cheeks were red, eyes dilated, lips swollen, and moaning your name as you looked at him. His arm was taut, the muscles working hard as he fucked you with his hand.

“Poe, please.” You never spoke to him like this. This voice was only for your ears as you touched yourself well into the night, straining to not think about him when you would feel a release.

He began pumping only a minuscule faster, his hips flush against your stomach as he rocked his hardened length against your body. He kissed you softly. The combination of that and his hands fucking your cunt was too much. The darkness began to swallow your body and soul as you felt your pleasure building higher and higher.

“There you go,” he praised, mouth hovering on your lips.

Your core tightened around his hand and he shove another digit up there. He cursed your name. “You don't k-know... How l-long-”

“Poe,” you gasped as his thumb began to swipe your swollen clit.

“C’mon, baby,” he ordered, his tone as firm as it was on missions. “Let go for me.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched off the wall, vision tunneling out as release hit you with an orgasm rocking you wave after wave. You moaned his name as he watched you shatter yourself on his hand.

Poe continued to pump his fingers slowly as you rid your high. “That’s it… fuck, you did so good, baby.”

He kissed you passionately as your head spun, your release still rising in your veins.

“Poe,” you breathed, eyes shutting.

His lips moved to your neck, whispering your name as you swayed in his arms. Time seemed to stand still like this. Slowly he withdrew his hand, causing you to shiver at the empty feeling in your core.

You balked. His hand was coated with your essence. He didn’t seem to mind because he shoved one digit into his mouth, groaning as he rocked into you. Maker, he was turned on by it as he licked his hand clean. The hardness in your stomach twitched.

“Poe,” you begged, knowing what you wanted next, reaching your hand for his cock.

The door to the cantina opened. Poe shoved you further against the wall, concealing you both behind a stack of crates.

“Poe?” Finn called, whispering harshly into the alleyway.

“Taking a piss, Finn,” he answered, voice as leveled as it always was.

“You see Black-Five?” Finn asked using your call sign.

Poe looked down at you, still twitching from the aftershocks of his work. “Can’t say I have.”

“I thought I saw her leave with someone,” Finn mused aloud.

“Rookie?” Poe questioned. “No. Probably puking her guts in the fresher.”

Rookie.

It hit you like a speeder truck. You forgot what it sounded like on his lips. Those were the lips you moaned on not only a minute ago and called baby. Poe flinched as you let your anger show on your face.

“I’ll check inside,” Finn called as the door opened and closed.

You shoved him out of your space, breath heaving. He stepped forward, concern and regret washing over his entire face.

“Baby-”

“Screw you, Dameron.” You left him there, standing with his very apparent hard-on to go back to the cantina. He deserved it.

How dare he call you that after everything? After the way, you moaned his name... Maker you were mortified.

As Rose greeted you at the bar with a buzzed smile, you wondered how you were going to look him in the eye after what your two did on the mission tomorrow... and for the rest of your life. 

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