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Great Expectations (Breath of the Wild story)

Summary: When the time comes to finally face the Calamity at the castle, Link finds himself faltering. Doubt and old anxieties suddenly drown him. Amidst his spiraling, however, a voice from the past arrives to help him, and he learns a valuable lesson about self-worth.

Link paused in front of the great statue of Hylia in the temple as the wind blew his hair into fairy knots. He’d purified all the divine beasts, he’d reclaimed the Master Sword, and he remembered all the events related to the images in the Sheikah Slate.

He was ready.

Or… that’s what Impa had said.

To be honest, he didn’t feel unprepared. He didn’t feel like he couldn’t do it. He was eager to save the princess, eager to see Zelda in the flesh, eager to have one ounce of familiarity in his life again. Anyone he interacted with was a stranger, whether they knew him or not. Nothing was like how it had been in the few memories he’d recovered. He felt like a foreigner in a strange land. But Zelda… Zelda wasn’t like that. Zelda was the same princess he’d known one hundred years ago, and she’d understand what he was feeling.

At least… to a degree. After all, for as much as he felt a foreigner in this Hyrule, he felt a foreigner to himself as well. He had more memories of this adventure than whatever had come before it.

He enjoyed his journey. He enjoyed meeting so many people and helping them. He enjoyed seeing Hyrule in its natural beauty, despite the ruins and struggles of its people. He enjoyed watching them rebuild. He loved seeing the sunrises paint the sky strawberry gold as it cut into the midnight blue of the night before like a fire arrow melting snow. He felt proud of what he’d accomplished so far. But all of a sudden, he felt so incredibly alone, and perhaps the fact that all that was left was to go to the castle made him pause. His heart and mind screamed go get her, but his body froze.

Some odd sensation, some odd obligation, dragged him back to the Great Plateau. He’d told himself that it was just to get one last look at everything before he headed to the castle, say one last prayer at the temple where it had all started, and get some final sense of what he was fighting for.

He shook his head. As if I don’t understand what I’m fighting for. I’m fighting for the princess. I’m fighting for my friends who I lost. I’m fighting for my country.

A country that had mostly forgotten him, except for the Zora. A country that was broken and gasping. A country that he’d failed one hundred years ago. Friends who were dead, who he had abandoned in their hour of need.

I’ll fail them again if I don’t act. Hyrule will fall. Their deaths will be in vain. Zelda…

Link shook his head. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He didn’t know why he was suddenly having this debate. He’d have the occasional doubt during his journey, but it was always quenched by the desire to fulfill his role, the desire to act, the desire to help. He refused to let the king down, he refused to let the champions down. It was almost a blessing that no one else knew who he was, because those thoughts alone were crippling enough, even if they were born from a place of love.

They aren’t your friends.

Link’s breath hitched at the thought, and as if giving his mind permission, the poison continued to seep through him.

They were his friends. A man who was a knight. A man who was a Champion. A man who had a fiancée, who was a protector and confidante and friend to the princess, who had a history and memories.

A man who you are not.

Link tried to shake his head but found his body frozen. He was a prisoner, held there like someone had used the stasis rune on him, his mind turning against him.

That man died one hundred years ago. You are a husk of him. You barely have his strength or his stamina. You barely have his memories, and you only pieced them together through the eyes of others. Are they even really yours to claim, then?

Gasping, Link found himself on his knees all of a sudden. He’d forgotten to breathe, he’d stiffened his body so tightly like a bowstring pulled back that he’d snapped. His mind was spinning, his vision blurring. Reality crashed down around him, the Sheikah slate on the grass peeking through the cobblestone beside him, its eye staring at him accusingly.

Even the Master Sword didn’t recognize you at first. You’re not the Hero. He was. And he failed. He fell.

A desperate gasp turned to a sob. Clear vision turned to tears. Strong shoulders deteriorated into tremors.

You will never live up to their expectations of him because even he couldn’t.

His chest tightened at the thought, and his breath hitched. Things were moving too fast and too slow at once, his thoughts turned into a continuous stream of failure over and over and over and over—

Rustling. Tiptoeing. Cooing.

Focusing on the sounds, Link’s trembling hand cautiously moved to his sword, sluggish beyond belief, and he looked up to see a dove on the floor in front of him.

The dove was elevated slightly as it sat on one of the steps leading to the statue. It stared at him briefly, its black eyes seeming to search into his soul. Link didn’t dare move, not wanting to startle the little feathered creature away. Something in its gaze seemed to call to him, a siren from nature beckoning to a man born of the wilds. The dove took two tentative steps and then flew into the air, landing on the statue’s head.

Link let his gaze fall steadily, tracing down from the dove to the statue’s face. To Hylia’s face.

Hylia. Why had she chosen him? Had she even chosen him? After all, whenever he’d heard her voice at the statues, she’d addressed him as someone who had conquered the shrines and claimed the spirit orbs. She hadn’t called him destined hero or anything of the sort.

But… the monks in the shrines spoke of him as part of prophecy, as a hero rising to save Hyrule. In one of his memories, he distinctly recalled Zelda being unable to access the shrines because they were specifically designed to open for him.

The shrines were made to help the hero train, to hone his skills. They were designed for him.

Hylia had chosen him. She had chosen him in the past and she chose him now, even though he felt like an imposter in his own skin.

But the last accusation still clung to him like ice, chilling him to the bone.

You will never live up to their expectations of him because even he couldn’t.

Maybe Hylia had made a mistake.

The dove cooed again, flapping its wings and taking off through one of the windows to the left. Link’s eyes followed it as it flew in circles outside, almost seeming as if it were waiting for him. Giving one last look to the statue of Hylia, he nodded respectfully and exited through the decaying wall. The dove soared, gliding off to a corner of the plateau, and he quickly pursued it.

After a few minutes, the avian settled on a dilapidated roof, and Link froze.

The house. The house where the king had been pretending to live. The house where Link had learned his first recipe, spent his first night by a warm fire, rested on a long unused bed and wondered why the strange old man wouldn’t sleep there.

Slowly entering the building, Link took in all the details with new eyes and new knowledge. The house was so threadbare in comparison to all other homes he’d seen. Logs were clumsily stacked and tied together, there wasn’t even an attempt at building a floor, and the place was draftier than his own home in Hateno. A bed was in the corner, the only furniture aside from a table and a few tree stumps, though it bore no mattress, sheets, or blanket. It was simply carved wood stacked on stilts, a feeble excuse for a resting place. When Link had first slept on it months ago, he’d figured he would have been more comfortable lying in the dirt.

Had the king really built this place just to ease him back into his responsibilities, his reality? Link had been assisted time and again by the spirits of the champions, but he’d never quiet seen them interact with the living world in such a manner. Would the king be lingering here now?

Link’s gaze drifted to the diary on the table, and he reread the entry discussing the meal and warm doublet. He smiled fondly, remembering the excitement he’d had when he finally got the recipe right, remembering the comfort of having clothing that actually kind of fit him properly and kept him warm.

But there was something that his now experienced eyes realized. Something he had missed before.

The diary was open to this entry, and the two pages before it were blank (the first time he’d read it he’d thought nothing of it, but now that he had a better idea of culture, books, diary keeping in general, he noted it was a very strange thing to do, writing in the middle of the book). But… the pages before that… were a different texture. Older. Crinkly, as if they’d been written on, forever changed and scarred by the pressure of a quill and hand pressing and scratching into them.

Curious, Link flipped back one blank page. And then the next. And then the next.

And finally found another entry.

But this… this was different. The handwriting, the size of the font, the way the paragraphs were divided.

This wasn’t the king’s writing.

Entranced, Link flipped back until he could find some sort of start to this new entry, and as he did so he discovered that the rest of the book was filled to the brim with this penmanship, from the first page up to this point.

The king had used someone else’s diary.

It wasn’t Zelda’s; that much was immediately clear. This writing, though legible and clean, was not the script of royalty. It did not hold the flourishes, the near artwork of letters blending together. It was tight, efficient. Like a soldier.

Like a knight.

Link held his breath. Was this…? Surely not… did he…?

Grabbing the book with trembling hands, he turned to the first entry.

Link,

I’ve discovered that with my lack of foresight this is really the only book in which I can write. I have so much to say, so much to tell you… but with so little space I figure it best to be practical instead.

Lady Impa had forewarned that it was unlikely you would remember me. If that is the case when you awaken, I will accept that. It isn’t your fault, after all.

You see, I had originally gotten this journal and planned on using it to catalogue events that happen while you’re asleep. Meant as a way to catch you up on things and to keep myself sane. Your mother always did say I should try to write my thoughts down to sort them out. I believe she said the same to you.

The book slipped out of his numb grasp as he choked out a panicked, shaky exhale. This wasn’t his diary.

It was his father’s.

His father’s.

“I wondered if you would ever come back here.”

Heart in his throat, panic in his mind, Link whirled, drawing the Master Sword, but all he saw was the entrance to the house.

“Link,” the voice said behind him. He turned again, sword still in hand, and saw nothing.

“Son. Put the sword away.”

Son.

Every other time he’d met a spirit from his past, he’d gazed in wonder, in a strange sense of déjà vu, not quite grasping their history while still somehow sensing it.

Every other time he’d been distinctly himself while also seeing a piece of him.

Here… just hearing that voice, that term—his mind swirled with sensations and glances into another life, the smell of apple pie, the sound of laughter, the weight of a soldier’s sword in his hands, warm arms holding him close—

The Master Sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and Link fell with it.

“P-papa,” he stuttered, his voice thick and wet, his eyes already leaking tears, his lips trembling. “Papa.”

Warmth and rough skin cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears away with little swipes of thumbs. He felt his head tilted upward. He saw his own eyes in a foreign face, his own dirty blonde hair framing a stranger, stubble failing to hide a comforting smile. He saw a tiny scar, barely a scratch, on the man’s chin, and in his mind he gazed into the distant past, remembering a knight getting knocked to the ground while fighting a horde of monsters, remembering that knight shoving him to the ground as arrows flew overhead, remembering his heart hammering so hard it felt like it would burst, remembering indistinct words of accolades and cheers when it was all over. When the memory faded, the stranger’s face was less foreign, and the searing, undeniable feeling of home, comfort, warmth that enveloped him told him everything he needed to know, everything he already knew.

“Papa,” he whispered, barely audible. His body started to tremble, and his breath came in quick rasps.

The face shone with love as the man smiled, his eyes glittering with unshed tears, his brow furrowing together in joy and concern and a concerted effort to not fall apart. “I’m here, little knight.”

Little knight.

“That’s enough training for today, little knight, it’s time for dinner.”

“Is that—where did you get those cuts, little knight? No, no, don’t you dare run off, I already saw it, Link, going to Mipha won’t help!”

Little knight.

“Well, then. If it isn’t my favorite little knight!”

“Little knight, what’s wrong?”

Little knight.

“I’m so proud you, little knight.”

Link broke.

He couldn’t stop the tears, couldn’t stop the sobs. He couldn’t stop the unbearable ache in his heart, the sense of longing. He couldn’t stop the relief that washed over him as his father gathered him into his arms, the sensation to just let go and let it out, the automatic acquiescence to the invitation the hug gave. He couldn’t stop the racing breathing, the way his hands clung to his father’s tunic, the way he buried himself so much into his father’s chest that he couldn’t even see the light from the room around him.

He couldn’t stop the pain that had been tearing into him with each memory he’d gained. The sense of loss, the grieving that he couldn’t quite understand, that he wanted to feel and to run from at the same time. He couldn’t stop the fear that had gnawed at him steadily throughout his adventure whenever he thought about his destiny, whenever he’d truly considered that he was literally Hyrule’s last and only hope. He couldn’t stop the loneliness of being someone displaced by time, someone who had a life that he couldn’t even grasp anymore.

He couldn’t stop the tidal wave of love that he felt, the comfort that sank into his body and made him slump boneless in his father’s embrace, hiccups holding him hostage in a twitching frenzy.

Throughout the entire time, his father gently rocked him and held him so tightly it almost hurt. It felt so good, a reassurance that someone was there, someone who loved him so dearly, someone who he knew even if he didn’t remember all of their interactions, someone who was so intrinsically bound to him by blood and by love that all it took was a single word, a single look, and it unlocked his heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Link almost felt coherent again, pulling away enough to be able to breathe a little, sniffling and flinching when he saw the stains of snot and tears on his father’s shirt. He wiped at his face, embarrassed. He felt his father press a gentle kiss into his hair, and the gesture made him melt back into the embrace once more.

“I missed you,” his father whispered, clearing his throat, and it was only then that Link realized he had been crying too.

Link wished he could say the same, but all he could do was shudder. He’d certainly spent a few nights thinking about what his family might have been like, but other matters and distractions were usually on his mind. He hadn’t had a single inkling of who his family was until now.

But he was here now. He was here.

“Are you real?” Link asked into his father’s tunic.

The man’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I already said I was, silly child. Did you really think I’d move on and leave you while you were still in that state?”

Move on and leave you. In that state.

Link shuddered, pulling away. “You’re…”

His father’s warm smile faltered, but then he renewed it and brushed some hair out of Link’s face. “I died many years ago, Link, but that doesn’t mean I gave up on you. I refused to leave until I knew you’d be okay.”

“How are you touching me?”

“Oh, I learned a trick or two from His Majesty.”

Link blanched. “You spoke to the king?”

His father laughed heartily. “Whose house do you think he decided to inhabit after I died? You don’t think His Majesty actually built this place, do you?”

There was such incredulous amusement in his tone that Link supposed it was a silly thought. Still, the king had spent a good amount of time here.

“You wouldn’t believe the conversations we had,” his father continued, rubbing Link’s back and giving him another kiss on his head. “But enough of that. Look at you. You look so healthy.”

His father’s hands moved from his back to his face, and he cupped his cheeks as he brushed more hair out of his face. His fingers traced over the scars on his neck and collarbone, the only ones visible. He hummed, frowning. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” Link answered honestly. “They’re a bit tight, sometimes I can feel the skin pull, but they don’t hurt.”

His father blew out a slow breath. “Sheikah technology is something else, that’s for certain. One hundred years seems a bit excessive, though.”

The statement was said so casually, as if speaking about the weather, that Link had to laugh at it. That was certainly the understatement of the century.

Ha. Ha! Understatement of the century. Link laughed even harder, tickled by his own pun. It probably made him look a little crazy, because his father tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows creasing together in concern.

“Sorry,” Link said between giggles.

His father smiled, shifting from kneeling to sitting on the floor and pulling Link onto his lap. The hero settled into the hold, feeling comfortable and safe beyond any sensation he ever remembered feeling. Even Zora’s Domain hadn’t brought this kind of peace.

“So,” his father started gently. “Where are you in your journey, little knight?”

Reality shoved its way into Link’s peace, and he felt his body tense. His father squeezed his shoulder, rubbing reassuring circles with his thumb. He started to sway his torso side to side, shifting his weight from one direction to the other, bringing Link with him.

“I’m… I’m almost done.”

The rocking stopped, and Link looked up to see his father staring at him, surprised. “Almost done?”

Link swallowed. “I freed all the divine beasts and their champions. All that’s left is…”

“Ganon,” his father finished, spitting the word as if it were a curse. He looked away, somewhere beyond Link.

Link’s fears from earlier returned in a heartbeat, seizing his throat. He suddenly remembered all the anxieties he’d felt in the past, recognizing why he hadn’t spoken much back then.

Guess I am more like the hero of the past, then, he thought bitterly.

There was no way he could explain how he felt to his father. There was no way he could tell him that the boy he was holding didn’t feel at all like the son he knew.

“Link.”

His eyes snapped back to his father, who was watching him intently.

“What’s wrong, son?” he asked quietly.

Link swallowed and said nothing. His father sighed.

“Remember, Link,” he said softly. “Remember that it’s not about being fearless. It’s okay to be afraid. But it’s our duty to protect Hyrule, and you are the only one who can do this.”

Link felt his chest clench. He swallowed again. His face grew neutral with unnerving ease, almost like muscle memory.

Because it was muscle memory.

Well, at least I’m feeling less and less like a foreigner in my own body, he supposed. He suddenly missed the days when he barely had any memories and was far more carefree. Though he supposed that was a lie too – when he had remembered nothing at all, wandering on the plateau, he’d been eager to help Zelda but also scared. It was the worst feeling, being completely alone and unsafe without a single reassurance that anything was okay. He at least had better direction and a focus after he’d left the plateau, and perhaps that had been the best point of his journey – a time when he knew what he needed to do but hadn’t really any solid inkling of who he’d been yet.

He heard his father sigh again. “Hylia, I’m not good at this.”

Link once again blanched, slightly, and felt a little bad.

“Link,” his father tried again. “I… I need you to talk to me, okay? I’m not your mother, I can’t read you as well as she could.”

His mother. His mother. He wished so hard he could remember something, anything, about her. He wanted to ask his father about her, but he figured that would make him sad, so he didn’t.

Pushing past the overbearing weight clutching his throat and holding his voice hostage, he choked out, “Wrong.”

“Wrong? What’s wrong?”

“Me. Wrong…” he swallowed hard, trying his darndest to spit the words out. “Wrong hero.”

His father stared at him, his mouth slack, and then he burst out laughing. “You think I wouldn’t know my own son? Link, you may not remember me, but I know you.”

His heart clenched at the words. His father thought he didn’t remember him at all… he knew he didn’t remember him… and yet here was, loving him and comforting him all the same.

“Papa…” he muttered, his eyes stinging with tears once more.

His father’s mirth faded. “Link, what is it? You really don’t think you’re the right person? You’re my son, I promise you. I know that little nose anywhere, and those are my eyes eyes. And those ears are absolutely your mother’s, because she had the cutest ears in all of Hyrule. Look at them!”

His father’s hands slid up his ears, playing with their tips. He smiled, cocking his head to the side. “See? Perfect tips. Her ears.”

The sensation tickled, and the warmth in Link’s chest spread to his belly with a tingling feeling. He giggled, his throat releasing.

“Now,” his father purred, his hands lowering, pulling Link back to his chest. “What’s actually wrong?”

Link mumbled it out before the anxiety stole his voice away again. “I don’t… I don’t feel like him. Not as fast, not as strong. I don’t… even back then he couldn’t… I couldn’t…”

His father stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue, giving him room to breathe. He was grateful for it.

“I couldn’t…” he tried again, gripping his father’s shirt in an attempt to ground himself. “I didn’t win. I f-failed. I failed.”

Once he said it, the words started to spill out unbidden. “Hylia chose wrong. I screwed up. I got everyone killed. And now I’m just a shadow of what I used to be, and everyone expects me to get it right this time. I could never be who I was… and even back then, who I was wasn’t good enough.”

You will never live up to their expectations of him because even he couldn’t.

There was silence for a long while. Link started to fidget in his father’s lap, feeling unwelcome and uncomfortable.

“Link, look at me.”

Feeling himself shrivel under the words, he barely drew up the courage necessary to obey. When he saw his father, the man was watching him seriously but not unkindly.

“Do you really think you’re just a shadow of who you used to be?”

The old anxiety was back, and he couldn’t move.

His father exhaled through his nose, closed his eyes as if steeling himself, and then opened them to send a piercing look his way. Link stiffened at it.

“You are the Hero of Hyrule,” his father said firmly. “You freed the divine beasts from the clutches of Calamity Ganon, something that no one else has accomplished in a hundred years. You reclaimed the Master Sword, which only obeys the Hero chosen by destiny. You are chosen by the goddesses to protect this land from Ganon, and you have been fulfilling that duty.

“Hyrule fell one hundred years ago because of everyone and no one. You didn’t know Calamity Ganon was going to infect the guardians. No one did. No one expected you to fight an army of guardians by yourself. No one expected you to have to rescue the champions when their specific purpose was to support you. You had no one and nothing to help you, and you still fought armies to protect the princess. Link, you didn’t fail, you exceeded expectations.”

Link started to tremble, his breath coming in unsteady rasps.

“And now,” his father pressed on. “Now you had to start out with no support, no friends, no family, and no one to even remember your name and yet you still succeed. You rescued the divine beasts. You got your strength back despite nearly dying. You’ve overcome every obstacle in your way.”

“The p-people of Hyrule s-said—”

“To hell with what what people said,” his father interrupted with a frown. “Prophecies are vague, and everyone’s beliefs on what would happen became more fueled by hearsay than anything else. People’s opinions don’t matter, Link. I… I insisted on protocol back then. Back then I thought it mattered. But when it’s all said and done, Link, people’s opinions of you aren’t what define who you are, and you shouldn’t let that drive you.

“You have a destiny set out for you by the goddesses, it’s true. But we all do. We’re all made for a purpose, and it isn’t whatever the people of Hyrule claim it to be. You are a work of art sewn together by the goddesses, who made you with a specific purpose in mind. Your worth, your dignity are yours and yours alone because of simply being you. Not because you’re a Hero that the people revere, not because others say you are the only hope for Hyrule. Because you’re you.”

Link shuddered with a gasp, feeling buried alive and released at the same time.

“As for your destiny... believe me,” his father insisted with a gentle smile, tipping his head. “The goddesses will never put you in a situation that you can’t handle. You’re stronger than you think. I used to believe I could never be a father. I certainly haven’t been perfect… clearly my teachings messed you up, but—”

Link threw his arms around his father’s neck. “Papa, stop. You’re the best father.”

He really didn’t have much evidence to back his words up, given his lack of memories of the man, but he knew. He knew in his heart he was right.

His father trembled in his arms, slowly hugging him back.

Silence filled the room, occasionally interrupted by the songs of crickets, and it was at that point that Link realized how late it was. He looked around the house as darkness descended, the sun having already dipped under the horizon.

His father shifted, and Link slid off his lap as they both stood. Grabbing the diary off the table, his father held it out to him. “Take this. I want you to have it. I left notes for you in there, they might still be useful.”

Link reverently received the diary, opening it and squinting at the words, and his father laughed.

“Don’t read it now, little knight,” he said breathily. “Later. After it’s all done. Tonight you must rest. You’ve got a very eventful day tomorrow.”

Link felt his heart sink into his stomach, which did somersaults at the thought of it. He didn’t comment, instead holding onto his father’s words like a lifeline.

The goddesses will never put you in a situation that you can’t handle. You’re stronger than you think.

He felt like he used to have that level of confidence, at least in his abilities. If not, he tried to convince himself of it. Maybe. He didn’t know.

He needed to stop lingering on the past. What was done was done. Who he was back then was who he was back then. Times had changed. He had changed. He needed to accept that.

It didn’t matter what others thought of him. It didn’t matter who he used to be or who he was now. His worth was inherent to him, no matter what. The goddesses had thought he was worth making, and that was reason enough.

Link was enough.

His father motioned to the bed. “Get some sleep, little knight.”

Nodding, Link started to head that way and then paused just before he went to lay down, remembering how uncomfortable it was. He glanced at the floor instead.

Behind him, his father chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that would be more comfortable. But I don’t want bugs crawling on you. Come here.”

Turning, he saw his father wrap an arm around him and pull him to the bed frame. His father sat first, letting him settle on his lap once more, and he leaned against his father’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Papa, I don’t want to squish you,” he mumbled, exhaustion starting to overtake him.

His father laughed outright at that. “Son, I’m a ghost, you can’t hurt me. Get some sleep.”

Link closed his eyes obediently, feeling at peace. “Good night, Papa.”

“Good night, Link.”

The next day, Link woke at the foot of the statue of Hylia in the temple. The sunlight had been dazzling, making the grass sparkle with dew and making the statue glow. He had felt warmth embrace him, and he had said several prayers before running to the edge of the plateau and leaping off, gliding towards the castle.

That day he fought the Calamity. That day he won. That day he freed Hyrule, the champions, and the princess. That day he fulfilled his destiny and his duty, he exceeded the expectations everyone had of him. That day he realized it didn’t matter what their expectations had been in the first place.

That day he freed himself.

His father floated with the other ghosts over Hyrule Castle, smiling as peace finally claimed him, and they all moved on together.

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Your Pretend Boyfriend

paring ✦ Eddie Munson x reader

summary ✦ You back from college, visiting during thanksgiving break. Jason Carver has always liked you the feelings not mutual. So when you catch him harassing Eddie you pretend to be his girlfriend. What happens with your pretend boyfriend? CONTAINS SMUT

word count ✦ 3,200ish

authors note ✦ BRO I’m almost to 300 followers and 5000+ likes omg y’all are tooooo sweeet to me hope y’all enjoy this

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The sound of your someone calling for you takes your gaze away from your phone. Looking up expecting to see your best friend. The two of you had plans to meet at this restaurant to catch up. You were in town visiting during thanksgiving break.

To your dissatisfaction it’s none other than Jason Carver. You groan annoyed knowing where this was headed. You’re parents were close and they always rooted for the two of you to end up together. Not a single part of you wanted anything to do with him. He was a few years younger than you. Also the worst human being on planet earth.

“You visiting for break?” He smiles leaning on the wall where you’re standing.

“Yup.” You say with no emotions, giving your full attention on your phone. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving him any attention.

“What brings you here?”

“Meeting someone.” You answer eyes still on your phone, scrolling on something random. Pretending to be busy.

“Who?” He ask curiously.

“Can we skip to the part where you say something nasty, I tell you to fuck off and then you leave me alone?” You spit out, disregarding his previous question.

“We should hookup while your in town, give you some good ol dickin’ down. I’m sure those college boys can’t fuck you like I would.” There it is.

“For the millionth time that will never happen.” You respond, desperately waiting for your friend to arrive.

“Sheesh have you’ve always been such a bitch?” He laughs. When you don’t respond Jason walks off deflated.

You pray that is the end of that. Only for him to find his next victim. A curly headed boy you definitely remember, Eddie. It’d be hard to forget someone like him. Jason hated him, for whatever reason which made you gravitate towards him. You two were never all that close only exchanging hellos in the hallways. Occasionally bonding over your hatred of Jason. More than once telling Jason to leave their group alone.

Just as your deep in thought, thinking about Munson your phone dings. It’s the friend you were waiting for, she’s canceling on you. Her two year olds sick and can’t make it. You sigh out loud annoyed but understanding, typing a quick response.

You’re attention goes back to Eddie and Jason. Eddie was sat by himself, probably waiting for someone. Jason is giving him shit for being at a restaurant all by himself. It crosses your mind for a second and before you can realize how bad this idea is your on your way to Eddie’s table.

“Hey babe,” You smile greeting Eddie, confusion immediately spreads across his face. You mouth ‘just go along with it’ as you sit down next to him, careful so Jason doesn’t see. You plant a small kiss on his cheek, his confusion turns to a grin.

“Hey princess,” His arm slings around your shoulder. The pet name sends a heat through your body, you quickly push that away. You look up to Jason who’s slack-jawed.

“There’s no fucking way.” He whines.

“What?” You ask playing dumb.

“There’s no fucking way you two are dating.” Jason responds.

“We’ve been dating for six months, right babe?” You ask nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.

“Almost seven.” He smiles, proudly.

“We actually have you to thank for that. Bumped into each other, bonded over our dislike for you. Been inseparable since.” You laugh because Jason looks pissed making this so worth it. He goes to speak but can’t get anything out, obviously frustrated.

“We’re gonna have a quick little lunch. Then head back to his place so he can give a good ol dickn’ down. That’s what you called it right?” You watch as Jason’s eyes go wide, full of pure disgust before running out of the restaurant. Once he’s out of hearing range you start erupting out in laughter, Eddie joining you.

“That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so speechless.” Eddie talks catching his breath from laughing so hard.

“I can’t stand him. He’s been up my ass for as long as I can remember. Saw the opportunity and took it.” You respond, looking over to Eddie’s who’s arm still rests on your shoulder. He notices you noticing and pulls away.

“You don’t have an actual girlfriend right? Otherwise this’d be kinda awkward.” You ask.

“Yeah actually I do.” Unknowingly your face falls, upset that he does.

“We met six months ago been inseparable since.” He teases, you roll your eyes realizing what he means. A silence falls over you two and you can’t help but feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“I’ll leave you be. Thanks for participating in my antics.” You smile standing up from the table.

“I just got myself a girlfriend I ain’t letting you so quick.” You turn to face Eddie.

“We’ve been dating for all of five minutes and it’s the best relationship I’ve ever had.” He smiles, motioning for you to sit back down. Your intrigued so you sit down, this time on the other side of the booth.

“Are you sure? Someone’s not gonna show up and be upset I’m here?” You ask, seriously not wanting to impose.

“Don’t worry about it. Plans canceled.” He shoots you a smile before pulling his phone out, typing away for a moment.

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“Hang out with my beautiful older college girlfriend? Whom I only see during school breaks. Or hangout with my friends I see everyday at school? Uhhhh I think I’ll choose my girlfriend.” His words bring a cheesy grin to your lips.

“Okay I guess I can stay and enjoy lunch with my boyfriend.” You sigh, pretending like it’s an inconvenience for you. In reality your happy, your plans fell through and now your sat across from a long haired tatted hottie.

“How old are you? Not trying to catch a case.” You tease almost positive he’s of legal age. Better safe then sorry.

“19.” He responds between laughing at your joke.

—

Lunch with Eddie was amazing, part of you grateful your friend canceled on you last minute. You feel an instant connection, not wanting the date to end quite yet. The two of you are walking out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Your brain scrambling for an excuse to prolong this date.

“So what was that comment you made about a good ol dickin’ down about?” Eddie asks and almost immediately it’s like a light bulb goes off your head.

“Jason’s been trying to make the moves on me since forever. Just before I joined my boyfriend our date he offered to do that me.” You laugh, you’re not sure where you two are headed just following Eddie’s lead.

“You and Jason, you never?”

“Never ever.”

“That’s crazy. I remember rumors went around about the two of you dating all the time.” He says, processing this new information. Jason Carver wanted you yet you were her with Eddie. He was excited by that thought but at the same time puzzled.

“Started by him. He made my high school experience hell.” You admit.

“Same here.” He sighs, you two reaching his van. Realizing this is where the date either continues or ends.

“Should we keep our story going?” You ask. Noticing Jason sat in his car with his friends, he’s watching the two of you. If he wants to watch, you’d give him a show. Mostly for own selfish desires.

“What?” He asks so you nod in the direction of Jason car full of jocks, watching Eddie’s gaze move from you to them.

“I told Jason we’d have a little lunch and then go your place where’d you give me a good ol dickin’ down.” You cringe at the usage of Jason’s phrase. Eddie’s attention whips back to you because of the words coming from your mouth.

“Gotta make it believable, right?”

“Yeah.” He says. Eddie is hesitant not because he doesn’t want to but because he can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic. You push him towards his van, his back hitting it makes a loud thud. If they weren’t looking they are now.

You get closer, closing the gap between you two. Reaching for his hair, running your fingers through it. You had been wanting to do this since you sat at his table. Wishing he’d call you princess again.

“Is this okay?” You ask to which Eddie nods eagerly. Without missing a beat you kiss him. Softly at first, testing the waters. Eddie melts into your touch, his hand reaching around sliding his hands in your butt pockets. He pulls you closer into him, squeezing your ass in the process. Causing you to let out a little gasp surprised by his bravery. He smiles mid kiss only making you want more. The kisses becoming more aggressive, the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“Get a fucking room, freaks!” Jason yells and then the sound of tires screeching past you two startles you momentarily. You pull away, grinning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, the biggest smile on his face.

“Still don’t think it’s believable enough.” You say, sighing your tone suggestive.

“Really?” Eddie asks, sounding confused.

You roll your eyes, “Your beautiful older college girlfriend wants a good ol dickn’ down.”

“You.. want me to-” He stutters, stopping before you finish for him.

“I want you to fuck me.” His dick twitches in his jeans because of the six words that came out of your mouth.

“Do you want that?” You ask.

“Yes.” He gulps, excited for what’s coming. Hopefully him soon. He opens the car door for you, you climb inside disregarding the fact that you drove yourself here. Your horny brain fogging your mind deciding in the moment you’d figure it out later.

This wasn’t like you, you never hooked up with someone so shortly after getting to know them. You couldn’t help but feel like something about this situation was different. Eddie was different, like a good different.

It’s a very short but also painfully long drive to his home. Eddie’s never been so thankful for his uncle to be out of town, couldn’t of picked a better time to leave him home alone. The drive is mostly silent, filled with music and stealing glances at each other.

As soon as Eddie parks at his home he’s out of the car running to your door, letting you out. He grabs your hand leading you to the front door. Where he struggles for a few moments to find the right key. Once inside, he shuts the door behind you before facing you. His hands press firmly on your ass to lift you, your legs straddling his body. This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss, carrying you to wherever. You didn’t care as long as Eddie was there.

For a moment your startled when he drops you on his bed. Your allowed a quick glance around his room, taking it in before you look up to see Eddie. He’s shirtless now and his shoes are missing. So you follows in his steps ripping your shoes off. When you go to take your shirt off he stops you with a intense kiss before doing it himself, then unhooks you bra exposing your bare chest.

He pulls away to take in the view, “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

Eddie smashes his lips on yours pushing you back into the bed before kissing down you neck only to stop at your nipple. The sensation is enough for you to let out a sweet moan slightly arching you back into him. Mouth still attached to you while his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down quickly along with your panties.

You curse your self for not wearing something sexier but you had no idea this where’d you be today. Part of you embarrassed you haven’t shaved in a while. Your worries are immediately put at ease when he spreads your thighs, letting his head rest between them.

“Beautiful.” Her murmurs before placing a sugary kiss on your clit, sending a shockwave through your body. His tongue begins rubbing against your bud. Without thinking your hands find his hair, pushing him deeper between your folds. Your head falls back, moans leaving you lips. When you think it can’t get any better, he slips a long strong finger in your pussy. Pumping into you the same pace as his tongue that is still toying with your clit.

“More please-“ You whine and Eddie listens adding another finger, stretching you out. Your a mess under his touch. Never once has a man prioritized your pleasure. You’ve become masterful at giving yourself orgasms. The feeling of it being at the hands of someone else unfamiliar. A good unfamiliarity.

“Fuckk- Eddie I’m..” Your words turn into strangled moans, a tightness growing in your stomach. Your breath hitches as you pulsate on his thick fingers, your eyes rolling back as you come undone. Your busy riding out your high but the feeling of his fingers leaving you brings you back down to reality. His laps up your juices one last time before speaking.

“Mm so sweet.” Eddie purrs sucking on his own two fingers that were covered in your juices. They leave his mouth with a popping sound as he sits up in the bed.

“My turn.” You say barley audible sitting up reaching for the button on his jeans. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your lips around his cock. He stops your hands causing you to look up to Eddie, you cant help but pout.

“I don’t think I’ll last long with your pretty lips sucking me off right now. Next time, okay?” You nod smiling at the thought there’d be a next time. Eddie kisses you pushing your head back onto the bed. Only pulling away to pull his pants off and grab a condom from his bed side table. You watch intently as his pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock. You let out a gasp as it hits his stomach, never once had you seen one this big. Eddie smiles at your reaction while unwrapping the condom. Slowly rolling it over the tip of his dick and down the entirety of his hard length.

Eddie gets back on top of you, spreading your legs. He lets the tip rest on you swollen clit before dragging it down to your hole. Slowly, inch by inch you adjust to his size. He bottoms out, you let out a whimper because you’ve never felt fuller. He uses his hands to lift your thighs up so he can get better angle before starting a slow motion. Pumping in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, only making you desperate for him to pick up the pace.

He leans down to your level, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your chest being flattened by his. One hand rests at the back of his neck, tightening in his hair and the other hands digs into his back as he bucks his hip harder into you. He’s thrusting harder but you desperately need him faster.

“Faster- please.” You say and it comes out as a whine. You get exactly what you want because he pushed up so he can see you before recklessly pounding into you cunt faster than before. He guides your hands so you can hold your own legs up, using his free hand to find your clit running circles around it sloppily.

“How does that feel princess?” He grunts between thrusts, his finger still playing with your bud. You can’t help but smile at the pet name. He finally said it again. When you don’t respond he rocks his hips harder and you start feeling that tightening in your stomach again.

“Fuck.” You cry out, knowing you’re about to cum for the second time. The sensation of your pussy throbbing on his cock as you get closer to finishing nearly sends him over the edge but he’s determined to make you cum again. His fingers work more tactically on your clit which is just enough to have you gushing on his dick.

“Good girl.” He groans. Not even a second later he’s cumming inside the condom, inside you. Suddenly wishing that thin little layer of latex wasn’t there so you could feel his seed coat your inner walls. He kisses you sweetly one last time before pulling out and falling next to you. His chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. You rest on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Was that believable?” He asks, out of breath.

“What?” You ask confused to drunk on dick to comprehend.

“Was that a good ol dickin’ down?” He laughs. You roll your eyes before nodding your head, yes.

—

The next two weeks we’re spent under and on top of Eddie Munson any chance you got. Dreading the fact that when break came to an end you’d have to head back to school. It was a three hour drive from Hakwins. You just got Eddie and couldn’t imagine having to let go so soon.

Eddie was so grateful Wayne left for the two weeks during thanksgiving break. He had a whole two weeks of uninterrupted time with you. He tried hard no to think about the fact you’d be leaving him in a short time. If he thought about it too much he’d upset himself, usually pushing the thoughts away focusing on the time he did have with you. So to say he was surprised when you invited him to have thanksgiving dinner with your family would be an understatement.

When you found out Eddie would be spending thanksgiving day alone you didn’t hesitate to invite him. Your heart felt for him when he admitted he never really celebrated holidays with Wayne always working. You were determined to make it perfect.

Explaining to you parents why this random dude was coming over on thanksgiving dinner was the hardest part. Only for Eddie to introduce him self as your boyfriend of seven months. They look at you like ‘what the fuck’ to which only caused you to laugh. Cursing yourself for not get your stories straight. More than happy to continue the bit but wished you could of prepared better.

“So how’d you two meet them?” Your father asks curiously. You both say different answers. You blurt out high school and he says you two met at a restaurant.

“We’ll we went to high school together, knew of each other. Ran into each other at Danny’s Dinner and hit it off.” You explain further, their faces telling that they don’t believe anything coming out of your mouth. They never question any further, thankfully.

—

Todays the dreaded day. The day you leave for college. You had already said your goodbyes to your family. Deciding what time you had left would be spent with Eddie. The two of you had just finished fucking for possibly the last time. Your brain had been heavily worried about what would happen when you left. It’s now or never, you need to ask him.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Eddie sighs. You sit up to face him, he’s laid in bed looking at the roof.

“I’ll miss you too. What are we doing?” You ask, trying to read his reaction. He looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve been faithfully committed to you for the last seven months.” He teases.

“I’m being serious Eddie.” You groan.

“Me too, princess.”

“So we are-?” You start to ask and he interrupts.

“Yes we are. Your all mine.” He kisses you.

“All yours.” You melt into his kiss, fucking one more time.

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