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thelov3lybookworm · 2 months

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Love Needs No Voice (Part 1)

Summary: The famous guy is a little too stubborn for Y/n's liking.

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A/n: The reader in this fic is mute. I just want to warn everyone, I have no experience or know anyone who has experience with muteness, so everything i write is based off of my research over the internet. If I write something that might offend anyone, please let me know so I can rectify my mistake. Its not my intention to hurt anyone.

That said, Enjoy!

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The timer Y/n and Nesta had set rang, signalling the end of the hour, and some people from the table nearby looked over before returning to their conversation.

Finally. Y/n heard her best friend whisper from next to her, relief evident in the way Nesta cracked her back.

Y/n simply smiled at her friend from childhood, stretching her back as she clenched and unclenched her fist, sighing when her body relaxed after an hour of no movement.

It was saturday today, meaning most students of the university were either exploring London, sleeping in, or sitting in the cafe near the campus, completing notes and assignments.

Y/n had had nothing else to do, and she wanted to finish all her assignments, so she had planned to come to the cafe, and Nesta had insisted to come along.

And even though it had been her decision to tag along, Nesta had been fussy the whole morning, whining about wanting to do something else, but not wanting to leave Y/n either. They had both settled on studying for three hours and then going out.

Nesta stood up, bending this way and that before sighing. "Let's go get something to eat." She mumbled.

Y/n thought about it for a second, then shook her head as the image of the famous boy flashed in her mind. She glanced around a little, then gestured at Nesta to go by herself.

"You're not hungry?"

Y/n again shook her head.

Nesta shrugged. "I'll bring you something."

Y/n waved, then turned back to her book, continuing to scribble her notes across it.

Y/n watched her friend make her way through the crowd of students toward the line that led to the cafe counter, leaning back in the cushioned seat she currently occupied.

The scrape of a boot caught Y/n's attention, and she stiffened a little, hoping it was not who she knew it was.

Alas, the fates were not kind to Y/n on some days, and today was most probably one of those days, considering she'd stubbed her toe almost over five times now.

The handsome boy that all the girls from the university fawned over dropped into the seat next to Y/n, a huge smile on his face.

Y/n suppressed her sigh.

Y/n should have known there was a chance she would encounter him today, considering one of his friends worked as a barista in this exact cafe.

The violet eyed boy had never noticed her until a month ago, and Y/n had used to believe herself lucky to be out of sight of the boy that basically smelled of money, who wore clothes that practically screamed My father is rich, haha, you losers.

But then on that fateful day a month ago, Y/n had decided to stay in the library finishing up some of her literature assignments, and that had probably been one of the worse decisions of her life.

Nesta had her cheerleader practice that day, and then she had been too tired to study, so Y/n had told her to go home. To go and get some rest, that Y/n could handle by herself.

How wrong she'd been.

After two hours of study, the sky had begun to darken in the distance, rain clouds gathering, promising heavy rain. Y/n looked out the window, and decided it was time to call it a day. She gathered all her supplies and notebooks, placing them neatly into her bag. Y/n was never one for messiness, and her mother and Nesta liked to joke that her need for organising everything perfectly will bite her in the ass one day.

That day, Y/n understood what they meant.

Y/n meticulously stored everything away, arranging her books in the order she wanted, all the while glancing out the window and hoping it wouldn't rain anytime soon.

After she was finally done, she raced towards the exit, finding another student standing there, staring out over the grounds, now wet with the heavy rain that began pouring. He wore a simple black vest and grey sweatpants, his dark hair tousled, his neck gleaming with sweat.

Y/n skid to a stop, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. She was too busy wondering how she would go back to the small rented apartment she shared with Nesta, not realising the person next to her was none other than the Rhysand.

Y/n frowned when she felt eyes on her, and she glanced from the corner of her eye to find the boy staring at her. She turned her eyes to the small puddle quickly forming a little distance away, glaring at it, a blush climbing up her neck at the intensity with which he stared at her.

"Hey. I'm Rhysand." He waited for a few moments, and when it was clear Y/n would not reply, he continued awkwardly. "Is anyone coming to pick you up?"

Y/n blinked, looking at the guy. She stared at him for a moment, then glanced behind her, checking to make sure no one was standing behind her and that he really was talking to her. He rose a brow at her actions, and she quickly shook her head no.

"So... do you have an umbrella?"

She again shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, her blush spreading down her neck when she realised that she was wearing the worst possible outfit ever.

Rhysand opened his mouth to speak again, but just then a sleek, shining black sedan pulled up, and he paused. A man in a full suit stepped out of the driver's side opening an umbrella, walking the few steps towards Rhysand.

The man said nothing, just stood holding the umbrella over Rhysand's head, who turned to Y/n with a cheeky smile. "And that is my very talkative body guard. Very cheery, that man."

Y/n stared blankly, wondering if she was supposed to laugh. His smile faltered, before widening as he stepped towards his car. This guy really was rich.

He made to get in, but turned at the last moment. "If you don't have an umbrella, how are you going to go home?"

Y/n simply shrugged, tugging her jacket tighter around her. A frown appeared on his face. He stood there, studying Y/n for long enough that she had to resist the urge to squirm. "I can give you a ride." He said, matter of factly.

When Y/n shook her head, he silently contemplated something, then turned to his bodyguard. "Give her the umbrella."

The man in the suit didn't even hesitate, simply waited for Rhysand to get settled before shoving the umbrella at her. Y/n stared at him, panicked. He stood unmoving, waiting for her to take the umbrella.

Y/n grabbed it, wishing more than ever that she could talk in that moment. She wished she could tell Rhysand to keep the umbrella, but he obviously would not have learned the sign language and there was no other way she could talk to him, and she didn't have the will to get out a pen and paper.

Rhysand rolled down his window, something like concern and curiosity swimming in his eyes. "You can return it to me tomorrow, if that's why you are so hesitant." Y/n nodded reluctantly, swallowing. He smiled. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home?"

Y/n shook her head, then ran off, knowing he would try to continue talking, and then eventually find out about her lack of voice, and then pity her. Then tell the whole university so everyone can make fun of her. That's what usually happened.

She didn't need anyone pitying her out bullying her. She did enough of that herself.

Someone nudged Y/n's shoulder, and she blinked out of her thoughts, turning to find Rhysand smiling at her.

Y/n swallowed, trying not to get lost in his beautiful violet eyes.

"How are you doing?"

Y/n studied him for a moment, then turned back to her notes. She felt him deflate next to her. "Why don't you talk to me? Why do you ignore me?"

Y/n fidgeted with her pen, attempting to block him out. It didn't work. His voice was just that hypnotic. "If you want me to leave you alone, just say the word." He mumbled, his voice sad.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, releasing a breath through her nose.

A tense silence descended around the two of them, and Y/n wondered if he had left. When she opened her eyes, she found him studying her intensely. This time, she held eye contact.

A few moments passed, and suddenly, he jolted, his eyes widening in shock. Y/n's brows furrowed, and she turned to glance behind her at the seats behind her, wondering if something was going on.

When she turned back to him, he still looked like he had seen a ghost, though now his eyes swam with emotion.

"You- you... you can't..."

His words did nothing to soothe Y/n's confusion, and she simply blinked at him.

"You can't, can you? I said if you want me to leave you alone, just say the word. You..."

Suddenly, it all clicked for Y/n.

He knew.

Y/n straightened, grabbing all her books and shoving them haphazardly into her bag. A book's cover even folded outward, but Y/n pushed it in, uncaring. All she wanted to do now was to run away, far, far from everyone that knew, from everyone that would soon find out.

Rhysand grabbed her hand as soon as Y/n stood and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Precisely at that moment, Nesta came bounding up to the two of them as he too followed Y/n up, a to go cup of coffee in her hand and a muffin in another. The muffin Y/n loved.

Nesta slowed down, raising a questioning brow at Y/n. Knowing everyone would soon find out, Y/n signed to Nesta.

He knows.

Nesta stiffened, then handed Y/n the muffin so she could sign back. Did you tell him?

Y/n shook her head, walking closer to Nesta and ignoring Rhysand as he called her name. He figured it out.

Nesta glared at Rhysand, then grabbed her bag from Y/n and dragged her best friend away.

Y/n felt eyes on her all the way until she reached the exit, and she turned to look back at the stunned boy once.

What she saw confused her a little, but she could not contemplate on it much as Nesta didn't stop.

He had looked guilty, but also...

Determined.

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eiightysixbaby · 9 months

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breathing deeply, walking backwards

roller coaster, favorite ride, let me kiss you one last time

word count: 5.7k

pairing: best friend!eddie x fem!reader

summary: an evening at the fair leads to a big confession from your best friend (who you just so happen to have feelings for)

cw: mentions of food/eating, friends to lovers, use of y/n, and that’s literally all I can think of bc this is a bunch of sweet fluff

author’s note: this is just a sweet little idea that’s been hanging out in my brain all summer, and I’m excited to put it out there finally! it’s really just a bunch of sickeningly sweet ooey gooey fluff, the stakes are not very high here lol I just wanted to write something cute that didn’t feel as daunting to work on. I love the idea of going to the fair with eddie, so this was fun for me. enjoy!

Hawkins Fun Fair, summer of 1986. The warm air was sweet. It smelled of kettle corn and cotton candy, kissed your nose with the enticing scents and lured you in. The sun had just began to set, casting the sky in orange and violet and pink. All around you kids ran rampant, excitedly stomping over the grass with snow cones in hand. You found yourself getting lost looking at the big lightbulbs blinking on all of the carnival rides, when suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle, picking you up and hoisting you over a shoulder.

“Eddie!” you squeal, laughing and pretending to pound on his back in protest.

“Come on, space cadet, you were trailing behind! Don’t want you to get lost now do we?” Eddie chuckles, walking quickly to keep up with the rest of your group.

Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin had all gone ahead, debating on what to do first. The kids had run off to god knows where, Lucas and Dustin arguing over which ride to go on first. You breathe in Eddie’s scent, cologne and weed and boy, and it mixes to create the most enticing combination. You want to climb into his cutoff tank-top and live there forever. Eddie finally sets you down on the ground once you’re caught up with the rest of your friends, having found them in line for some funnel cakes.

“Wanna get one to share?” Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows to get a laugh from you.

“Is that even a question?” you reply, already pulling out your wallet and a few dollar bills.

You give Eddie a glare that says, ‘I’m paying, so don’t even try it’ before he can protest. He usually always pays when you two go out together, even though you insist he doesn’t have to. He’s just sweet like that, always has been.

The two of you have been friends for only a short amount of time, joining forces at the start of the last school year - your first senior year and Eddie’s third (and final!). But man, did you guys get close over the span of less than a year. You’re basically attached at the hip, your other friends already knowing that if you or Eddie are invited somewhere, the other is tagging along.

The only issue is that you’ve started catching feelings for the curly haired boy you spend all of your time with. You hadn’t told him, just let the ever growing feelings consume you in silence. You’d confided only in Robin and Nancy, who both let you ramble on and on whenever you needed to. They’ve told you countless times to go for it, that Eddie would be silly not to be into you, that he totally is sweet on you, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. What if it makes everything awkward?

What you didn’t know, was that Eddie had feelings for you, too. Big feelings, heart wrenching feelings for you. Steve and Jonathan were his confidants, his right hand men in trying to convince him to take the plunge and confess to you. Jonathan told him how he once asked Nancy if she thought you might like Eddie, to which Nancy got flustered and awkwardly denied, which he found suspicious. Of course, Eddie hardly listened to any of this. He wanted to confess to you, so badly wanted to open the doors to wonderful things if it all went right. But if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings, it could ruin everything. That was a very big ‘if’ to Eddie, and he couldn’t risk it.

So, you two were just friends. Really close friends who cuddled on the couch during movie nights and basically went on dates without calling them dates, who gave each other the biggest heart eyes constantly yet didn’t realize it.

A warm funnel cake on a paper plate is placed into your hands, Eddie grabbing a fistful of napkins beside you. The smell of the dessert wafts into your nose, making your mouth water. You delicately rip off a piece, letting the warm dough and sweet powdered sugar practically melt in your mouth.

“Mmm, so fuckin’ good,” you groan around your mouthful, licking the white powder off of your fingers rather ungracefully.

Eddie sighs blissfully as he takes his first bite, a much bigger piece of the cake than yours, and he swallows before you could even catch if he chewed it first.

“It’s almost as sweet as you,” he says, grinning as he, too licks the powdered sugar from his fingertips.

You catch Nancy and Robin giving you a look after he says it, and you blush a little under their gazes.

“What’re you buttering me up for, Munson?” you ask playfully, elbowing him in the side as the group continues to walk.

Eddie just shrugs, a smirk on his face as he continues to pick at the funnel cake. You don’t want to tear your eyes away from him, his big chocolate brown eyes so sincere when they look at you and his dark curls cascading over his shoulders, shaking when he laughs too hard. You can’t help but watch every time he brings a powder-covered finger to his mouth, licking the sweetness off of it. You swear he’s doing it slowly just to drive you crazy. You flush at all of the possible scenarios that swirl in your mind with that image and stare down at your shoes as they trod through the grass. You’re torn from your thoughts when he grabs your arm excitedly, pulling you over to a carnival game booth with huge fluffy teddy bears hanging from the backdrop.

“I am so gonna win you one of these,” he says confidently, cracking his knuckles like he’s about to kick some ass.

“Are you doing this because you want to win me a bear or because you want prove that you can win these rigged games?” you tease, watching as he rubs his hands together eagerly and passes the attendant some tickets to play.

The objective seems to be simple enough - throw some darts, pop six balloons and you win a big prize. The catch is, you only have ten darts. Eddie’s first attempt goes alright, but he only ends up popping four balloons.

“Aw, it’s okay Eds,” you say, getting ready to turn and walk away from the booth before he stops you.

“Ah-ah. Nope, no way I’m giving up that easy,” he shakes his head, handing the attendant more tickets.

You roll your eyes at his determinedness, never willing to back down from a challenge. Your heart races though, secretly loving the idea of him winning you something. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he eyes the targets. He wiggles his ass exaggeratedly, getting into position and making you snort. He draws his arm back, dart poised between three fingers, and then he lets go.

Pop!

He pumps his fist, flexing his biceps at you, really putting on a dramatic show for this. He’s so gorgeous you feel like you could die.

“You still have nine more to go, Munson. We’ll see if you can do it again,” you tease, hiding your affection, making him clutch his chest in mock offense.

Much to your surprise, he pops the remaining five balloons almost entirely in a row. Eddie is nothing if not competitive and determined, and his desire to win you a prize fueled him even more.

“Haha! What did I tell ya, sweets? I knew I could win,” he boasts, rocking on the balls of his feet.

The worker hands you a large, brown, fluffy teddy bear with a pink bow wrapped around its neck. You squeeze the bear with a grin, giving Eddie a hug and a thank you for winning you the prize. You hoist the bear over your shoulders so it looks like it’s sitting on them, holding onto its fuzzy legs carefully. You run ahead to catch Steve and Jonathan, who laugh at the size of the bear.

“Geez, Eddie, think you picked a big enough prize?”Steve asks.

“Mmm, no, but this was the biggest they had,” he contemplates, giving you a big smile when you meet his eyes.

You walk ahead with Steve and Jonathan, the latter turning around to mouth to Eddie, ‘ask her out!’. Eddie just laughs and shakes his head, but he can’t deny the way his heart pounds as he watches you excitedly show off your bear. Smitten with the way your eyes light up, the happy bounce in your every step.

Deciding that you’re hungry again, the funnel cake simply being a filler snack, you get in line with Eddie and Robin for some actual food to munch on, finding Max and Lucas already waiting at the same stand. Your eyes scour the small menu in indecision as you talk to Robin, and Max overhears you telling her that Eddie won the bear for you, turning to Lucas with her hands on her hips, ready to rile him up.

“See, Lucas? Why don’t you be a good boyfriend like Eddie and win me a bear?” she teases him, laughing when Lucas gets flustered and stumbles on his words.

You and Eddie avoid eye contact, Robin catching the way you squirm after Max’s implication that Eddie is your boyfriend.

“I’m not….” Eddie starts.

“He’s not my-” you say simultaneously.

But Max is no longer listening, now playfully arguing with Lucas. Your cheeks feel hot, flustered by the situation. You peer cautiously over at Eddie, whose cheeks are pink as he chews on his bottom lip - a nervous habit. He meets your eyes and gives you a sheepish little smile, before you’re taken from the moment by the food truck employee asking for your order.

The awkwardness is washed away once your food arrives, you and Eddie sharing a tray of cheese fries to go with your chili dog. You immediately retreat back into your comfortable friendly nature as you pick at the steaming pile of fries. You can’t help but wonder, though, what was going through his head when Max said what she did. He didn’t seem offended, or repulsed, or anything like that. He seemed shy and flustered just like you, nervous even. Your head spins trying to piece it together, before you’re shaken from your thoughts at Eddie reaching towards you, wiping a stray bit of gooey cheese sauce that had been left on the corner of your mouth.

“Can a girl get a warning first?” you laugh, watching him wipe the cheese on a napkin.

“Sorry, sweets, y’made a mess. Wanted to help,” he grins, knowing you can’t keep up your teasing when he flashes his smile at you.

Before you can really react, or even blush at his actions, Nancy’s calling your attention.

“Come over here, let’s get in line for this ride!” she’s beaming, Robin waiting eagerly at her side.

“Can I trust you to hold Mr. Bear while I go on this ride?” you ask Eddie, looking him over in pretend contemplation.

“Cross my heart, doll,” Eddie swears, his index finger drawing an x over his heart.

You hand him the stuffed toy, running to meet the girls in line. The ride in question has a bunch of little cars on a platform that spins, and the cars themselves have wheels in the center so you can spin yourselves at your discretion. It doesn’t take long before you’re loading into a blue car with flashing lights on the outside, the three of you positioning your hands on the large wheel in the middle.

Eddie stands off to the side, chewing the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His thoughts won’t let him catch a break, replaying your reaction to Max referring to him as your boyfriend, taking note of the fact that you didn’t necessarily seem upset about it. He thinks about your smile when he won you your prize, thinks about Jonathan and Steve giving him ‘the look’ and imploring him to ask you out.

He swears he feels his heart soaring as the ride starts, and he watches as you laugh under the blinking lights and the last bit of a glow from the setting sun. He wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you in this moment, hair blowing in the breeze, mouth open in a never ending laugh, happy and surrounded by friends who love you dearly. The feelings he harbors for you are clawing at his insides, fighting to make their way out. He doesn’t know if it’s possible to hold them down for much longer. Butterflies take flight in his stomach when you catch his eye, giving him a little wave as your car spins round and round.

The ride ends and you come bounding giddily out of the exit gate with the girls by your side, crying laughing at Nancy’s hair - which is now windswept and sticking every which way. Eddie stands waiting for you, smiling at you as you come up beside him.

“Have fun, ladies?” he asks, giving Nancy a raised eyebrow over her hairdo.

“Don’t even say it, Munson,” she laughs, leaning into Jonathan’s side, who’s appeared next to her.

“It was so much fun,” you beam at him, eyes bright as they meet his. “I’ll have to get you on a ride with me.”

“Anything you wanna do, sweets,” Eddie grins.

“Did you take good care of my bear while I was gone?” you ask him, reaching for the stuffed toy.

“Oh yeah. We had a very enlightening conversation,” he jokes, handing the bear back to you.

You giggle at this, watching as Eddie pretends to whisper something in the bear’s fuzzy little ear before handing him back to you. He shyly excuses himself to find a bathroom, leaving you standing with the rest of the group - save for Steve who got dragged somewhere by Dustin.

In all honesty, Eddie just needed a minute away to get his thoughts straight. His body feels like it’s vibrating he’s so head over heels for you, and he’s unsure what to do or how to do it. He doesn’t even find a bathroom, just paces around, weaving in and out of groups of excited kids and less excited parents. He doesn’t feel like he’s coming to any sort of conclusion, supposing he should’ve brought Jonathan along with him to bounce his thoughts off of. One thing he knows for sure, is that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to be strictly friendly towards you. Something’s gonna slip one way or another, and Eddie thinks he wants to have control over that situation.

He starts to circle back in the direction that he left you, palms sweating in the pockets of his jeans as he overthinks himself into a frenzy.

He stops dead in his tracks when he spots you huddled with Nancy and Robin on the side of one of the carnival booths, seemingly deep in conversation. Ducking away before you can spot him, he lingers just around the corner from where you are. He knows he shouldn’t, but his curiosity gets the best of him as he cranes to listen to what you’re saying.

“-and Max referred to him as my boyfriend, and he didn’t seem, like, mad about it? Or, I don’t know, repulsed by it or anything. I swear to god he blushed and I just don’t know how to take it,” your voice rambles.

“Y/N, he won you a fucking teddy bear. That’s about as obvious as he could be without putting a flashing neon sign above his head that says ‘I love Y/N L/N’,” he hears Robin retort, and his cheeks flush with slight embarrassment.

“Okay, listen, even if he likes me let’s not get carried away and say he loves me…” you try to defend.

“I’m with Rob on this one, hun,” Nancy butts in, “this is just the icing on the cake of all of the other things you two do that are so much more than just friendly.”

“Thank you, Nance,” Robin enunciates. “Seriously, babe, I just think it’s about time you admit your feelings to him. He deserves to know, and he’s totally going to reciprocate because he’s so clearly wildly in love with you, but even if he didn’t reciprocate this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s just a walking teddy bear and he’d never be mean about it or-” Robin’s word vomit spills out, but Eddie can’t focus on her voice anymore.

It’s time you admit your feelings for him. You have feelings for him? Eddie feels his heart rate speed up, turning on his heel and walking away before any of you catch him eavesdropping. He ducks behind a cotton candy stand, his hands trembling with excitement. It’s like a switch is flipped in his brain, all of his reservations about confessing his feelings for you slipping away with ease. He knows what he has to do now, what he should’ve done ages ago. He can’t spend another day in a world where you aren’t his, and so he won’t.

Once he regains some composure, he walks back towards where he saw you and the girls talking. You see him coming this time, waving the arm of your teddy bear at him in greeting. He laughs, his heart feeling warm at the adorable gesture.

Jonathan, Steve, and now Dustin are standing there as well, and the girls’ previous conversation with you appears to be over. Dustin gives Eddie a look as he approaches, the older boy’s eyes trained on you the whole way over.

“What’s up with you? You look like a lovesick pup-” Dustin starts, but Eddie elbows him in the side before he can finish his sentence.

“Ow! Dude!!” Dustin remarks, but Eddie’s no longer listening, having fully turned his attention to you.

He’s about to make another smart comment, but Steve catches him before he can even get a word out, pulling him away and distracting him with the promise of an ice cream cone. Eddie can practically feel Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin’s eyes on him as he listens to you talk, excitedly pleading with him to go on another ride with you.

“I told you before, anything you wanna do I’m game for,” Eddie gives you a small smile before adding “….except that stupid roller coaster that goes in one big continuous loop. I am not risking my life today,” he points a finger at the ride in question, shaking his head as the riders are whipped upside down over and over.

You laugh at this, assuring him you’re not going to make him go on that one, instead leading him in the direction of a different ride. Eddie has hearts in his eyes as you lead him through the crowd of people, and he can’t help himself from eyeing the way your skirt bounces with every step, showing off your thighs. You turn back with a gleam in your eyes, like you’re so unbelievably happy to see him standing there, like you forgot who’s hand you were pulling towards your destination. Your ride of choice, admittedly, isn’t much more favorable to Eddie than the stupid loop-de-loop coaster. It’s designed so you stand against the wall in the big circular structure, and it spins so fast you’re basically pinned to the wall as it flies.

“What, big shot, are you nervous?” you tease him as you find a spot to stand in.

He waves you off with a shaky hand, “Me? Nervous? Pffft, yeah right,” he rolls his eyes. “Are you nervous? Need me to hold your hand?” he teases right back, shrieking when you slap him playfully on the arm.

“This ride’s always been my favorite, so, no. I think I’ll be fine,” you assure, standing up straighter as if to prove your confidence to him.

In actuality, you haven’t been on a ride like this since you were a little kid, and now as you waited for it to start the nerves were setting in a little. Before you can debate it any longer, the door shuts and rainbow lights flash inside the ride, illuminating the darkness. It starts moving, and you grip the handles beside you, watching as Eddie does the same. You squeal as you start to spin faster, listening as Eddie lets out a very nervous groan beside you. He squeezes his eyes shut, and honestly he thinks he must’ve blacked out for the worst of it because before he knows it, the spinning slows. He comes back to reality, looking down and processing that his hand is gripping yours, his knuckles white where they’re linked between your fingers. It’s not like you two haven’t held hands before, you certainly have, but this time has a different context, at least in Eddie’s mind. He has new knowledge now, and he blushes ferociously as his eyes stay locked on your linked hands.

You felt Eddie grip your hand in the middle of the ride, your brain laser focusing on it as the world spun around you. You catch his eyes finally now that the ride is stopped, and the two of you just look at each other for a moment. You ignore the people exiting around you, zeroed in on each other. The way Eddie’s looking at you feels different, and you don’t know why but it’s making your pulse hammer in your chest. It takes the ride attendant calling stragglers off to get you to drop Eddie’s hand, fixing your hair as you walk off the ride.

Neither of you say a word, and honestly you don’t think you could get words to form right now if you tried. Your head is spinning, and you can’t tell if you’re dizzy from the ride or just overly in love with your best friend. You wish he’d take your hand again, wish he’d never let it go, but before you can think about it for too long, Steve is approaching from where he stands by a metal fence surrounding your ride, holding your teddy bear out to you. Eddie jumps beside you, as if he forgot there were other people around him, and you wonder if he was just as lost in thought as you were. Robin and Nancy’s voices ring in your head. You need to confess your feelings. He deserves to know.

“Come on you guys, quit dragging your feet! We have to go on the ferris wheel while they do the fireworks!” Steve says, hurrying both of you along.

Oh, right. Fireworks. You loved the fireworks Hawkins put on every year, always dragging your friends to see them with you. You’re more than excited to get to share them with Eddie this time around. Your chest vibrates with a euphoric feeling, Eddie still walking beside you as you head towards the ferris wheel.

“Wanna sit with me?” you ask him teasingly, knowing he’d never tell you no.

“Hmmm, I’ll have to think about that one, princess,” he says, pretending to contemplate as you shove his side lightly.

He’s grateful for the conversation starter from you, glad you pulled him out of his nervous brain.

“I suppose the bear is sitting with us, too?” he smiles.

“Well, duh, we can’t make him sit alone. That would be rude,” you say, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, of course, of course. Forgive me for even implying such a thing,” Eddie offers the bear an apologetic bow, almost tripping over a stray electrical cord, which sends you into a fit of giggles.

Eddie loves the sound of your laugh, he strives to be the cause of it whenever he can. He’s going to tell you how he feels. On this ferris wheel, at the top as you watch the fireworks, he’s going to tell you. He stands in the line with you, palms sweating in the pockets of his jeans. The lights on the giant wheel blink intermittently, bright colors flashing and casting a glow over you as he watches you watch them. You both step up to the man taking tickets, and you step forward into the open bench seat that waits for you. You’re busy stuffing your bear into the seat beside you when Eddie passes the attendant a twenty dollar bill.

“You’ll be doing me a huge favor if you stop us at the top during the fireworks,” he murmurs to the guy, who gives a firm nod in response, pocketing the cash.

Maybe twenty was a bit steep for a small favor, but anything’s worth it when it comes to you. Eddie needs his perfect moment. You’re just about to turn and question whether he’s coming or not when he appears at your side, sliding into the seat beside you. It’s the bear on the left, you in the middle, and Eddie on the right. You’re giddy like a child when a tester firework gets set off, preparing everyone for the real show. Eddie swallows thickly, watching you as your hands grip the metal bar that secures you both in your seat.

Soon, you’re moving slowly backwards and up, stopping periodically to let more people on more empty cars. The sky is a rich navy blue, stars peeking out and blinking down at you as you look up. Your heart races for a reason you aren’t sure of, your mind still stuck on Eddie grabbing your hand earlier, amongst a million other things he’s done. Your car stops perfectly at the top, and you peer down to see that the other cars are all full.

“Oooh! We’re going to be right at the top for this!” you grip Eddie’s arm excitedly, and he thinks he’d be perfectly fine if the smile on your face right now was the last thing he ever saw.

He shares in your excitement, thanking the ride attendant in his mind for not just pocketing his money and not complying with his request.

“I think this might just be the best seat for fireworks, ever,” you say, turning to look at him. “Mr. Bear agrees,” you add, giggling when Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Mr. Bear has nothing to compare this to. Of course he agrees,” he says, feigning hurt when you slap him gently on the arm. Nevertheless, he’s ecstatic that you’re this happy about your viewpoint for tonight’s show.

Before you can continue the bit, a couple of fireworks light up the sky, booms rumbling in your chest.

Eddie takes a deep breath, grounding himself. This is it, he thinks. You have to do it now.

“Hey, uh, sweetheart?” he asks, wincing when his voice cracks ever so slightly.

“Yeah, Eds?” you reply, barely turning to face him as you watch the glittery explosions in the night sky.

“There’s something I need to tell you…” he says, his mouth going dry. You actually look at him now, brows furrowing.

“What’s up? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, it’s not- I mean I hope it’s not a bad thing. What I’m about to tell you, I mean,” he’s nervously rambling now, you know he gets like this. You squeeze his hand, calming him.

“What is it, Eddie?” your voice is soft, and the way you’re looking at him is making him melt.

“I don’t want to just be friends with you anymore,” he starts, squeezing your hand back. “I like you, I like you so fucking much, sweetheart,” his eyes are searching yours, his voice surprisingly calm given his frantic look.

“Eddie, I-”

“I’ve been hiding this for so long, I didn’t wanna ruin what we have already, but… I overheard you talking with Robin and Nance before, and unless I misunderstood I have a feeling you feel the same way,” he’s smiling shyly, and you can tell even in the dim light that he’s blushing.

More fireworks boom and crackle, your heart pounds with a timbre that rivals them.

“I do, Eddie,” you reply, and you can’t even try to hold back the grin that spreads across your face. Neither can he, his pearly white teeth on display for you, and he’s so beautiful. “I didn’t say anything for the same damn reason,” you laugh a little, shaking your head. “I guess we’re both stupid for not seeing the signs, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah we are,” he agrees, his voice soft as he lets himself melt into your eyes.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world. He’s glad he can tell you that now with no fear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice breathy now.

Your heart is beating a mile a minute at his compliment, eyes looking away in a rare moment of shyness around the man you’ve been the closest to for months now. You don’t respond, can’t get the words out when he’s looking at you the way that he is. You let him lean in closer, let him rest his palm on your cheek, let your eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes yours.

Then, he’s kissing you. He’s finally fucking kissing you.

Eddie feels like his foot is about to start thumping like a dog that’s being scratched in the perfect spot. You feel like your heart might burst right here, right now on the ferris wheel seat. Your lips slot against his like you were made for each other, molded just right. Fireworks go off in your chest, rivaling the display in the sky. When you finally pull away, both of Eddie’s hands are cupping your face, and your hands are fisted in the collar of his shirt. His smile is radiant, the only thing you want to look at for the rest of your life.

Sparks crackle in the sky, quicker now, and you know the show must be ending soon. Your head goes to rest on Eddie’s shoulder as you both watch the bursts of color erupt. They seem to reach out to you, it feels like you could touch them if you stretched your hand out far enough. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You feel like there’s a million things you could say to each other, but it can wait. The fireworks show pounds and bangs and sizzles to a vibrant close but Eddie’s touch sends its own sparks over your skin, zaps of electricity flowing through you. You feel like you’re floating when the ride finally takes you back down to the ground and you step out of your bench seat, holding Eddie’s hand. He pulls you to him as soon as you’re away from the crowd of people shuffling through the fairgrounds, his hands resting on your lower back.

His lips find yours once more amidst a clash of teeth, both of your smiles too big to stay out of the way. “Eddie, Eddie, wait,” you say, still smiling as you pull away. “What does this make us, then?” you ask, eyes searching his as he holds you in place.

“Well, that depends. Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks, a boyish grin playing on his lips.

“Well now that depends. Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you counter, your top teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“It would be an honor to hold that title, sweet girl.” Eddie says, bowing slightly, the dramatics in full swing as usual.

You erupt into giggles, mock-curtsying in response. “Then I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Eddie lifts you off the ground, spinning you before he kisses you again. He feels like it’s just you and him in that moment, his brain blurring out the laughter and conversations from passersby. It’s only when Robin’s gasp shakes you both from the moment that he comes back down to earth. He sets you down, you shyly leaning into his side as your friends look at you, amused and smug at the fact that they were right this entire time.

“Finally,” Nancy smirks.

“Took you long enough,” Jonathan adds, patting Eddie firmly on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, okay everyone. You were right, we get it, blah blah blah,” Eddie rambles. “Now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and I are going to head out for the night I think,” he says, looking down at you with a lovesick grin.

“Ew,” Dustin groans. “I don’t even wanna know what you guys are planning on doing,” he grimaces, Eddie stepping forward to ruffle his hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Henderson, I’m gonna take my lady to get some food,” Eddie says, turning around to face you. “That sound good, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly, taking his hand as he steps back to you, your bear tucked under your other arm. You bid your friends goodbye for the night, laughing at the wolf whistles from Steve and Robin as you walk away hand-in-hand.

“Where are you taking me, handsome?” you ask, swinging your hands as you walk.

“The diner sound good? That’s our usual haunt but, now it’s a real date,” Eddie knocks his shoulder to yours, shyness poking through his boisterous demeanor.

“Sounds perfect,” you say, dropping his hand then. “I’ll race you to the van.”

“Oh, and you’re so gonna lose, baby,” he enunciates the last word, letting it sink into your skin. It catches you off guard just how he wanted it to, and you stand there stricken as you realize how much you like hearing him call you that.

“No way you’re winning now!” Eddie calls, having already started running.

“Hey! You’re a dirty cheater!” you gasp, trying and failing to catch up with him.

Everything feels right with the world as you sprint past children and food stands and bright lights. Your eyes stay focused on the man running ahead of you, like he’s your bright light guiding you. His giggles and taunts can be heard as he throws them over his shoulder at you, and his laughter’s never been more beautiful. It’s just you two against the world now. The way it always should have been. Navigating life with Eddie is your favorite ride, and you laugh wildly as you imagine what’s yet to come.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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ktaerssoi · 6 days

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hii could you do a jealous kate fic PLEASEEE

jealously is my middle name

summary: blowing off a project for your girlfriend and her jealously.

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kate martin x reader

Being a business major meant being paired up with others often, and by the middle of freshman year, most people had a go-to partner. Your go-to partner was Violet, she was pretty and super funny.

By senior year, you and she had worked on countless projects together. You guys had recently been assigned a project that would be part of your final grade, wanting to finish it early, you guys had planned to meet up the following day to get a basic layout.

there was one problem though, your girlfriend. Kate had been making up excuses for you to stay home all day, whether it was her pretending to be sick, saying that you had all semester, or just saying she would miss you so much that she would "die an agonizing death."

needless to say, she didn't want you to go. "Kate, I need to go, seriously now." you separated yourself from her, knowing that the physical contact would make you fold.

"I don't know where your problem with me hanging out with Violet is coming from, but we need to get this work done." You and Kate were standing by the front door of your guys' shared apartment, she was leaning against the wall, still trying to bargain with you.

"It's not that I had something against her, I just don't understand why you guys have to meet up so often. I mean seriously, it's like every other day." She had pushed herself off the wall, her hands finding your waist as she now stands in front of you.

you squirm at her touch, the simple action causing your cheeks to flush. "because it's our final kate, it's not like it's optional." you looked up at her, she was 6'0, so it got hard to focus sometimes when you guys were standing so close together.

she nodded, a disappointed look on her face, but you quickly saw her eyes change as a thought popped into her head. She stared down at your lips for a second, and then quickly pulled you into a kiss.

you kiss back quickly, melting into it, a pout on your face as she pulls away. "kate, you can't just do that." she gives you a confused look, but you don't miss the smirk on her face.

"do what? I can't give my girlfriend a goodbye kiss as she leaves to go hang out with another girl?" you shake your head, realizing what Kate's big problem is with Violet all of a sudden.

"you're jealous." you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she tries to pull you closer (if it was even possible)

"I- what?" the look on her face makes you laugh, her being unable to defend herself, giving you all the proof you need. "I am not jealous."

She narrows her eyes, the tips of her ears reddening at your accusations. "you see y/n, if I was jealous, then I would be trying to get you to stay home. I'm not doing that. Leave for all I care, te ll Violet I say hi or whatever." she bites the inside of her cheek, her hands falling to her sides and off your waist, trying to act nonchalant.

"mhm, okay then, see you later k." you smile, kissing her goodbye as you go to reach for the door you don't get far and you feel her hands grab your waist once again pulling you toward her. "okay but seriously babe do you really have to start it today? wait until tomorrow at least," the end of her sentence is muffled as she barries her head into your neck, her front pressed up against your back as your hand is still on the doorknob.

"not jealous my ass."

you had texted Violet that something had come up, and you were unable to meet her that day, you and kate had spent the rest of the night watching movies. (along with other things)

it wouldn't be the last time you had to blow someone off for kate.

okay chat, i like dont absolutely hate this but it def isnt my fav, so ill prob rewrite it.. i was also thinking of rewriting the other kate fic bc i just don't like how i left it. also how do we feel about me writing for women's hockey?? lord kk harvey is so fine. anyway chat im actually dying sos - kate

#wcbb #kate martin x reader #kate martin #caitlin clark #paige bueckers #omg shes so fine

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justallihere · 6 days

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GIRLIE YOU BETTER BE READY TO READ THIS ESSAY!!!!!!

I love how sentient the shadows are in this chapter. Its like they have a mind of their own and I'm here for it. Those shadows are hers now, not Xadens LMAO Mira's eye is going to twitch every time she sees them hanging around her baby sister

so satisfying we got to read how Pierce screamed to death and Xaden needed to relive that memory to keep himself in check

Vi basically kicking Mira out and admitting the room is also his??? I bet X was jumping for joy when he heard that

X is literally ready to shut down/hurt anyone who remotely upsets his wife. He has no fucks to give, doesn't care if it's her bsf, sister, or brother. anyone can be on his shit list and on the flip side, make her happy and he will do whatever that person asks lmao

SO MUCH PHYSICAL TOUCH IM CRYING

The hair conversation had my heart aching, X affirming that its V's body and its okay to be upset about the prospect of it being cut against her will!!!! (wonder if V is getting whiplash from the venin convo and how ppl took away her autonomy bc it's her body, her signet, her choices)

I can't even imagine the bickering that X and Tairn were having and how tired Sgayel must have been listening to these two

Did X's heart break when V thought she wasn't worth it and wouldn't come to save her? Liam really did keep her going and was so confident that X would save HER

She’d misunderstood him once before on this, and he couldn’t let her again

SOBBING!!!! THEY TOUCHED FOREHEADS. Honestly, that can be so much more intimate/impactful than a kiss imo

“Like. . .” He turned his head just enough so that his nose skimmed her cheek. “Everything has shifted since I met you. You are the center of my world—you’re the thing I orbit around. Of course I would come for you. I would do anything for you. You’re everything to me, Vi.” “Don’t—“ A choked sob got caught in her throat. “Don’t say that.” “Why? It’s the truth

“I love you, Violet Sorrengail,” he admitted. “I’m in love with you. You can’t get rid of me, in this life or any other. I’ll follow you through them all.”

In every universe, they are soulmates. I will die on that hill!!! That thing in my chest ACHED when I read this part. I think I've re-read it at least 5 times 😭😭😭😭 He finally said I LOVE YOU TO HER. He didnt and wouldn't allow any room for misunderstanding!!!!! Its all on V now!!! and thats okay!!! X will be patient bc he loves her

Was this the chapter where he kisses her forehead and wipes her tears away 🥺 I love them so much, your honor

HE GOT TO SLIP HIS HAND UNDER HER SHIRT!!!!!! UGH MY HEART I CAN'T WITH THEM

Rhi is so snarky and I love her for it. She might be X's #1 hater (Mira is up there) and I am here for it. I hope we get to see these two bicker

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG SIS, WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

He would do whatever she asked

Xaden is so soft in this chapter and I love you for showing this side of him

He caught her as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Hi, Sloane,” he said gently.

Everyone loves/fears Vi more than him and X is fully aware and okay with it

“Is that my entry fee?” Xaden asked dryly. “My wife?”

I feel like everyone is going to be hovering around Vi once she is up and walking around (We all know Xaden is going to LITERALLY be her shadow)

Imogen and the one kitchen lady (forget her name) will be constantly feeding her and fretting that shes gotten too thin and needs to eat.

In summary: FOREHEAD KISSES GALORE, THE CUDDLING, X finally sleeping bc his wife is safe and home?????

you are amazing and i love this fic and you <3

I am always ready for all of your comments let’s do this

Mira has been around Xaden and Violet for two seconds and she’s over it. Like why is he looking at her baby sister that way? Why does Violet like it? Why is she defending him? Make it stop!!

Violet didn’t want anything to do with Pierce’s death, she just wanted to go home, but Xaden enjoyed it for sure

Listen Xaden doesn’t care. Has never cared. Won’t ever care. If anyone upsets Violet, their relationship to her is inconsequential, he won’t let it happen 😭

Xaden is about to learn the hard way that it’s Violet’s body and choice when she starts doing shit he doesn’t want her to do. Start praying for him

Sgaeyl having to intervene between Xaden and Tairn was NOT on her bingo card and yet here she is. Mediating fights between her mate and her rider over some tiny human she won’t even admit she likes

The forehead touch! The forehead kiss! The love confession! Xaden touching her skin directly to ground them both! I’m unwell!

Thank you ily 🩷🩷🩷

#storm in the quiet

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multific · 1 year

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Together

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: Smut

Summary: You had a great system going on with Eddie. That is until that day with Chrissy.

Your relationship with Eddie was... strange to say the least.

It was basically a system.

More of an unwritten and unsaid contract.

He gave you weed and you had sex with him.

And what amazing sex it was.

It is not what it all started as.

A friend of yours told you that Munson can get you something to forget your problems, and so, you headed over to Eddie's. One thing followed the other and the next thing you knew, you woke up in his bed, naked.

This became a regular thing. And so, your relationship started.

Eddie was a good lover, you would say. He took good care of you and he wasn't the only one enjoying every moment.

He always made sure to make you come multiple times even.

He wasn't selfish, he was definitely a giver.

And sometimes, you wouldn't even make it to his room, his car was big enough for anything anyways.

He was definitely a good kisser, man could use thing tongue like magic.

Screaming or moaning his name became a daily routine.

You didn't realize but you started to feel more.

Then you heard about the incident with Chrissy.

Why was she at his place? How did she die?

You knew for a fact that Eddie didn't kill her. Eddie wasn't the kind to hurt someone like that.

What was she doing at his place?

You were jealous. You always had a feeling that Eddie had a crush on her. Maybe you were just in the way of him getting closer to her? So when you told him you needed to go home that day, he finally had a chance to go to Chrissy?

Then you overheard Dustin going to find Eddie with his friends.

You joined, of course, you did.

And soon, you found Eddie, you decided to stay with him in the house while the others left.

"I was surprised to see you with them." Eddie said later that evening.

"Why? Not happy to see me?"

"Oh, no, it's not that. I'm just... shocked."

"Why?"

"I thought you know... that we were only... fuck-buddies?"

"Oh. I can leave, if you don't-"

"Stay, please."

You sat back down as you let out a long sigh.

"You are not completely incorrect, in the beginning I did only see you as a... fuck-buddy as you said. I don't know when but... When I heard about Chrissy, I heard that she was at your place, I-I was jealous. I know how you feel about her, I know you have a crush on her and... I was afraid she would take you from me. Because I know you wouldn't choose me and it's okay. I'm not your girlfriend, no matter how much I tell myself otherwise." you never looked at him. Too afraid of the rejection which is about to come.

"I honestly thought you only saw me as the guy who gave you weed and sex. I wanted to ask you on a date, a real one but... I'm the weirdo, the one no one wants around. So, why would you? Looks like both of us were wrong."

Took you a moment to realize what was going on. What he was saying.

"So... she wasn't there to-"

"No. She came for the same reason you did when we first started talking. I had no intention on having anything more with her. While you are correct I used to have a crush on her, I like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Eddie. And while I know this is not the best time for all of this... this is very fucked up."

"It is, but I know together, we can get through this." he smiled as his hand reached for yours. You smiled back at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.

"We will get through this together."

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Violet!

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader

Summary: Basically, this is the Spree movie with you caught in the middle.

Warnings: Creeper vibes. Stalking. Language. Mentions of murder. Firearms. Unhinged behavior.

Title Inspiration: “Violet!” by Waterparks

A/N: I finally watched Spree (2020) then this song came on shuffle and it got me thinking about writing this. Neither of us asked for this, but here we are. I had to get it out of my head.

🚫 Don’t accept drinks from strangers. 🚫Don’t be afraid to say no. ❗ Be safe out there ❗

You fish your cell phone out from your back pocket, feeling it buzz and hearing it ping, alerting you that your Spree ride is approaching. You look over the license plate and squint at the tiny profile pic to get a good look at your driver’s face. Soon enough, a silver Toyota Prius comes into view and what you had to assume was your ride.

“Hi! Kurt, right?” You ask, as the driver rolls down the passenger side window. You bend forward to look inside. It was him, but you always asked your drivers regardless.

“Yep, that’s me! You must be Y/N.” He confirms with a wide friendly grin on his face.

“I am! Thanks for picking me up.” You respond and reach to open the door to the backseat, but stop when he speaks up.

“Oh, I don’t mind you sitting up front with me,” he says, patting the vacant seat next to him.

“Are you sure?” You hesitantly ask.

“Positive!” He ensures, leaning across the console to push open the passenger side door. You shrug, get inside and buckle up for the ride.

You quickly observe he had a very clean car, but what catches your attention the most are the multiple cameras installed all around it. Not wanting to encroach, you conclude that it was probably just for his safety.

“You’re welcome to change the station or play your own music,” he offers as he steers the wheel making a left turn.

“This is fine. You’re the driver, you get to pick the music,” you answer. That was kind of him? You thought to yourself.

“Nonsense! You’re my guest,” he says, waving it off.

“Really. This is ok with me. I like this band,” you insist, not having the energy to go through changing his settings or scrolling through your playlist.

“You do?” He asks, not wholly convinced. It wasn’t a widely known artist afterall, so you understood the disbelief.

“Yeah, been a fan for years,” you reply, and you’re not lying. You genuinely did know the artist currently playing.

“That’s so cool! I didn’t think I’d ever meet another fan,” he jumps at the revelation of something you both have in common. A huge smile on his face, you can’t deny he’s pretty cute, and for a second his little fan girl moment was kind of endearing.

“Well, today’s that day!” You say followed by an awkward chuckle that you intended to come out naturally, but failed…at least you weren’t convinced. Kurt didn’t see anything through it. You turn to face the window and silently mouth “what the fuck?” to yourself. That was not smooth and further solidified why you weren’t in the dating scene.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks out of the blue after a few minutes of silence that followed.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t really paying attention as you tried to forget that awkward moment, and had resorted to staring out the window, planning out the rest of the day in your head.

“Thirsty. I have a couple of water bottles for my passengers.” He says motioning to the cup holder within the side of the door. Sure enough as you looked down to where he pointed at, was a bottle of water.

“Oh, no. No, thank you. That’s very hospitable of you though.” You shake your head in response, politely declining the offer.

You pulled your phone out to see how much further your destination was and you were only halfway to the restaurant that you were meeting your best friend at. Usually, your rideshare drivers were easy to make conversation with or just didn’t speak to you at all, which you almost preferred Kurt do. Cute or not be damned.

“So, what plans do you have tonight?” He spoke again.

“Uh, well so far I just got this lunch and a show later tonight.” You answer, keeping it short.

“Oh, what kind of show?” He continued to press on.

“My friend, Jessie, she’s sort of a comedian.” You reply without thinking about it too much. Friendly conversation, right?

“Jessie. Jessie Adams?” He asks, looking over at you quickly before focusing on the road again.

“Yeah, that’s her,” you confirm, but with a hint of odd curiosity in your voice. He knew of her? Well, of course, he had to. A lot of people knew of Jessie. She’s got a pretty big following online. “Are you a fan?”

“Not really,” he replies, pausing before continuing, “I actually gave her a ride earlier.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, small world, huh?”

“I guess so,” you agree.

“So what’s your @? We can follow 4 follow,” he asks, going straight to the next topic.

“Oh, you don’t want to follow me,” you say, trying to downplay your online presence.

“Why not? You seem like a cool person. Maybe we could hang someday.” He casually says while shrugging.

“Um, yeah. Sure. Okay,” you give up, feeling strange about it, but tell him your username on one platform anyways. Was it social pressure or that fact that you were bad at lying and not having the heart to say you don’t follow strangers? One more person wouldn’t hurt, right? He’d just get lost in the count or you’d probably never see him again. You were too busy to hang out or date anyways.

You see him pull his phone off the stand he had set on his dashboard, and you can tell he’s typing something in, while also driving! You hoped he wouldn’t crash the car.

“Whoa. You’ve got a lot of followers,” he exclaims, clearly scrolling through your feed, still driving.

“It’s not that much,” you insisted. It wasn’t enough to be “influencer” status.

“Are you kidding? Thousands is a big deal,” he says, maintaining this revelation about you.

“If you think so…I don’t really pay attention to it. It’s just a number. I probably will never meet that many people in my lifetime.” You weren’t sure why people were so obsessed with the amount of likes or follows they had online. None of that really mattered in the real world. The internet is a toxic place.

You looked over at him briefly and noticed a strange expression on his face. He was looking at you as if you had grown another head. He shook his head, not believing you just said something like that.

“Well, I’m @ kurtsworld96 everywhere,” is all he says to your mini monologue.

“Okay,” you say, unlocking your phone to open up the app and hit the ‘follow back’ button next to the notification. “Alright, followed! Oh, this looks like the place! Thank you for the ride!” You perk up seeing the restaurant come into view, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, gathering your bag, a hand eagerly on the handle, ready to open the door as soon as he stops in a safe distance.

“You’re welcome. I’ll DM you!” He shouts just before the door shuts close behind you. You give a dismissive wave as you dashed inside the restaurant.

You let out a heavy sigh the moment you sat across from your friend. That had to have been the longest ride of your life. Note to self: get your car fixed right away, so you don’t have to face another driver like that anytime soon.

You were so glad to have made it and have a sense of normalcy again. You just wanted to move on and forget about that awkward ride, but your phone’s incessant buzzing wouldn’t give you peace.

“Geez, who is blowing you up?” Your friend asks, looking over at your phone that was turned upside down. You had been trying to ignore it, so you could focus your attention on your friend and the time you were spending with her.

You pick it up and turn it over, groaning at the notifications. “It’s this guy I met,” you say, visibly annoyed, revealing that it was mostly coming all from Kurt.

“What? You didn’t tell me you were talking to someone,” your friend teases.

“I’m not! It’s not like that. I promise!” you’re quick to put that out, “it’s…my Spree driver.” Boy, did that sound weird to say.

“What are you doing giving your number out to your Spree drivers?”

“I don’t! I didn’t give him my phone number. He’s liking all my posts on social.”

“Weird, but that doesn’t explain now how he follows you,” she continued to dig.

“I don’t know. He seemed alright at first. He was kind of cute, but also a little awkward.” You try defending your actions, but in reality it was a lapse in judgment and now he had one access to you.

“There’s always a catch, right?” she says sitting back in her seat, crossing her arms, a bit of disappointment at that thought.

“For sure!” you agreed, dropping the subject of conversation there as the waiter arrived with your meals.

After leaving the topic of Kurt and relationships alone, you had a great time with your friend and agreed to meet up later at the venue for Jessie’s show. Parting ways, you ordered another Spree ride home so you could relax before heading out.

While waiting for your ride, you noticed you had an alarming high number of notifications from one of your social media apps. You braced yourself, opening it and checking the activity, seeing it was all from Kurt. He liked almost every post you made dating years back.

Shit. Who had the time to do that? Your thumb hovered over his username, hesitant to click on his page, but you wanted to get a better sense of him too. When you finally tapped on it you saw a stark contrast of his page compared to your own. He had well over the amount of posts and low followers to following ratio. He considered himself as a “Public Figure” and looked to be very active. Why was he so obsessed with it?

You’re not allowed more time to scroll or click on anything else, when you start feeling the familiar vibrating pattern that your Spree driver was nearby. You click the notification, exiting from the social media app, revealing your new driver.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say to yourself. Could you be bold enough to cancel at the last minute?

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt! Two for two,” he says overjoyed to see you.

“Uh…yeah, another coincidence,” your response drags out. You’re a little creeped out, but what if it was in fact a coincidence and he just happened to be the nearest driver.

“Or fate,” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“Sure,” you say after buckling up in the seat next to him. “Thanks for picking me up…again.”

“Not a problem! Anything for a friend…and it’s kind of my job.” He was a bit too cheery for your freaked out mood right now. In a sense he was a bit smothering, and you barely knew him or spent a full hour with him to even feel that way.

“Lunch looked good,” he said so casually.

“What?” confused, you're unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Your lunch. You posted a pic of the food on your story,” he replies like it’s nothing. He already looked at your stories?

“Oh…yeah. It was good,” you confirm. He doesn’t even detect the weird or slow tone of your answers. Long gone was that friendly person he met before you entered his vehicle.

As he went on and on about something during the trek back to your place, you deduced that he wasn’t one to understand your lack of interest in whatever he was talking about no matter how many times you said “yeah” or “uh-huh” or “sure” in response. You probably signed away on your death wish and didn’t even know it, that’s how much you weren’t paying attention. You felt your headache coming back and couldn’t wait until you made it home. The ride shouldn't have been as grueling as the first one, but you survived.

You managed to do a couple of household chores around your apartment and rest a bit. Now, an hour before you planned to leave for the venue, you got cold feet. You were scared to order another driver. You suppose you could’ve used a different rideshare service, but you were just freaked out that you’d meet another Kurt or he himself could be anywhere nearby. Today had been too weird and enough for you to want to just sit this night out, but your friend was determined to hold you to your word.

“I swear, it’s like I’m watching You, but it’s about me!” You speak into your phone.

“So, you’re saying Kurt is Joe…” your friend says, amused, but trying to make sense out of your paranoia.

“Yes!” you exclaimed.

“You’re being dramatic,” she scoffs, and you know she’s trying to bring you back down, but you and she both saw the posts that had gone viral recently. You just took it more seriously than she did.

“Whatever, I’ve made my mind up. I’m staying in.” You vow once more.

“You promised Jessie you’d go!” She pushed, hoping the guilt trip tactic would work.

“I know! I just…I just don’t feel safe going out.” You admit, feeling vulnerable, “What if he pops up?” lowering your voice, you can feel the fear creeping in.

“Girl, we’ll be in a crowded room. There’ll be tons of people there. There’s no way he’d risk trying anything.” She believed, not letting a guy stand in the way, except this wasn’t an ordinary guy and you were trying to convince her of just that.

“Are you serious? I don’t think that’s going to stop this psycho!”

“Hey, come on. That’s kind of mean, even for you.”

“You’re the one trying to get me killed?”

“Calm down. Relax, okay? You watch too many movies. It’s probably fake,” she says referring to the viral posts that Kurt had live streamed.

“Are you watching the same thing as I am?” You asked, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

You didn’t follow Bobby or obviously any of his other passengers, but finding out those cameras in his car were being broadcasted to the entire internet utterly bewildered you. Anyone who actually watched him witnessed those painful rides and a murder. You realized he never stopped streaming either. He was on 24/7. You even caught the stream of him in the shower, but the moment you saw the red on his face and his naked chest, it made you sick and you immediately closed the app.

“Yes, and you’re right he is kind of cute,” is all she had to say back.

“That’s it? That’s not the point,” you sigh, not comprehending the entire situation you were in. Here you had some very strange encounters with a guy you just met who is coincidentally tied to potential homicides. No, you were convinced they were real and they clearly showed it was him.

“Whatever! Look, I’m leaving in five, so I better see you there or else!” Those were her final words as she hung up, not giving you another chance to decline.

“Or else I’m probably dead,” you say into the receiver, knowing she wasn’t on the other end anymore, and setting your phone down on the counter.

You wanted to go and support Jessie, but at the same time you were too convinced that it wasn’t safe right now. You weren’t allowed much more time to think about what you were going to do when there was a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone, so you quietly walked over to your door and cautiously looked through the peephole only to come eye-to-eye with a brown-eyed person. It kept its focus fixed on the hole as if they were trying hard to look through the other end.

It was beyond the point of creepy, so you backed away and ignored the person hoping they’d just leave on their own, but once the knocking kicked back in you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt!”

What the fuck? How’d he get past the gate and on your floor? There’s a designated code for residents and their approved guests only.

“I know you’re in there!” He said loudly, voice booming in the hallway. However, you remained silent. “I just heard you on the phone!” Yeah, okay that’s not weird…but how much did he hear? “Come on. Open the door, please! What you’re doing isn’t fair!”

Realizing he wasn't going to go away on his own, now or tomorrow, who knows how long this could go on, you decided to finally confront him.

“Look, Kurt," you start off strong with a domineering tone, swinging your door open, but leaving it more than halfway closed, careful in case he decides to try something, "I don’t know how you got here or who let you up, but what do you want from me? I gave you a 5 star rating on Spree, I followed you back! What else?” but you ended up exasperated and almost desperate as you pleaded for answers and for him to back off.

“You never DM’d me back,” he answers simply, but quite frankly rather pathetically. You stared at him with a blank expression as you tried to process his response. You didn’t even have time to check your DMs, let alone reply to anyone because you were too busy worrying about your safety and avoiding him. Then your eyes traveled down his chest, noticing a little red light, and you realized he was recording everything.

“Are you seriously live right now?!” You asked incredulously, pointing to the camera strapped around his chest. "Turn that shit off!" You didn't want this to be broadcasted, even if no one was watching his stream.

“You’ve been sending me mixed signals all day,” He accuses, ignoring your question and demand entirely.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Frustration was evident in your voice, shaking your head at how ridiculous this whole exchange was.

“You liked my posts. You’ve led me to your place multiple times…” He starts listing things off defensively as if he had a legit reason to be upset at you.

“You’re my Spree driver! You’re supposed to pick me up!” You rebut, giving emphasis on his role as a Spree employee. You were pretty sure he was violating a work policy on him keeping your home address. “Also, I liked your posts because you liked mine, it’s just unspoken social media courtesy. I'm sorry if you took it a different way!”

“Where’d you learn that? That's not a real thing! It definitely isn't anywhere in The Lessons.” You swore you've never met anyone so delusional up until him.

“Huh? What? I don’t need to enroll in any lessons in social media etiquette.” Seriously, what the hell was this guy on? This whole argument was getting pointless and stupid.

“You obviously have a lot to learn,” he chastised.

“Kurt, please," you restart, lowering your voice, hoping to try and reason with him, "you seem like a nice guy, really, but I need you to leave me alone. If not, I’m going to call the cops.”

“Why would you do that?” he asks with a small sense of hurt in his demeanor from the light threat.

“Because you’re freaking me out!” You suddenly explode again. Surprising yourself with that outburst, you bring your hand up to your forehead, not only to soothe the third headache brewing in your skull, but also at yourself. Be it as it may, that might've been a bit too harsh, but he wasn't getting it.

When you finally work up the strength to face him again, you see he's looking down at his phone. You notice the confused and perplexed look on his face. Something's wrong, and you can feel it in the air.

“Did you block me?” He asks, looking up at you in disbelief with his big brown eyes. If the circumstances were different and he wasn't insane, it would've worked in his favor. Except, you forgot you did block him earlier after his incessant attempts to talk to you. Then the look in his eyes turned from a kicked puppy dog into a crazed one.

You didn’t even get to answer as your eyes widened, because the next thing you knew, you saw his hand reach behind him. As your instincts kicked in, you quickly shut the door in his face before shots were being fired at your front door.

You immediately jumped back, as the panic hit the ceiling, but you were flat down on the carpet, covering your head, praying this would end soon.

“This could’ve gone so much differently, Y/N!” Kurt yells over the sound of more gunshots, “We could’ve helped each other out…increase our following,” your ears were ringing, the more shots he fired, “...too bad, you’re actually cute and maybe we could’ve been a power couple!” You covered your ears, not wanting to hear anymore of his bullshit.

In this moment, you weren’t just scared for yourself, but also for your neighbors. And unfortunately, judging by the piercing screams outside, you knew some had now fallen victim to Kurt, someone you unintentionally lured back here, and that thought alone was breaking you as you felt the burn from the moisture and salty water that built in your eyes and streaked down your face.

You couldn’t just lie there and do nothing. Noting that the trajectory of the bullets weren’t aimed at your door anymore, you quickly got up from the floor and ran to retrieve your phone, instantly calling your friend for help.

When she finally picked up, the gunshots stopped, but your ears were still struggling to maintain its hearing balance.

“Girl, where the hell are you? Jessie is going on soon.”

“He’s here!” You screamed into the phone.

“What?”

“Kurt! He’s at my front door and he has a gun!”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yes. Now get some help!”

“Okay! Okay! Stay where you are. I’ll be there!”

“No!” You tried to reason with her on staying where she was at in fear of her own safety should Kurt still be around, but she hung up before you could get another word in. You weren’t thinking clearly when deciding to call her first. You were in a panic. What you should’ve done was call the cops first instead of dragging her into this.

You didn’t leave your apartment or dared to look outside even though you figured he was gone. You were terrified. You could hear commotion outside and soon distant sirens, relieved that help was finally on the way.

“Y/N, it’s me!” Your friend rushes over banging on your door, which now had multiple slits from the bullets attempting to penetrate it.

You scrambled and bolted towards the door to your friend. You hastily grabbed and pulled her into your apartment.

“Whoa! Relax. You’re clear! He’s not here anymore!” She says holding you still so you’d calm down.

“I was going to tell you not to come here, but I panicked-” you babbled, trying to apologize for endangering her life, but she interrupted you by pulling you in for a hug, holding you close, providing comfort as you broke down and wrapped your arms tightly around her. You were clearly in a frenzy and witnessed something horrific.

When she pulled away, you saw the somber look on her face and you knew she felt bad for not listening to you earlier.

“Come on, let’s go file a complaint,” she said, grabbing your hand, “I should’ve taken you seriously the first time. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for coming though. I’m sorry you had to miss Jessie’s set.”

“Don’t worry about that. Jessie of all people will understand. Your safety is more important,” and the genuinity in her tone helped to warm you up. You were going to be safe.

After some routine check-ups performed by the medical team, you were led to a nearby officer on-site and began retelling the entire day’s events from the moment you got inside Kurt’s car up until the shots fired at your door. You learned that the police were already in the process of tracking Kurt down, hoping this would provide some ease of mind before releasing you.

Lucky for your friend, her car was functioning perfectly, she helped you gather some of your belongings so you could spend the night with her, knowing you wouldn’t and shouldn’t be alone after everything that transpired.

As soon as you were about to join her on the couch in her living room, after taking a much needed shower, she blurted out, “holy shit!”

“What now?” You said plopping down on the empty spot next to her, covering your eyes with your forearm in exhaustion. Your friend was at a loss of words, you had to peek from under your limb to see if her reaction changed and why she wasn’t responding.

All she could do was turn her phone to your line of vision and you too couldn’t believe it. What you were looking at also left you speechless. You sat up instantly and grabbed her phone to examine the image carefully.

Jessie had posted a selfie smiling next to a deceased Kurt.

A/N: I wrote this so quickly that I didn't proofread as much as I normally would, so sorry for any typos or weird inaccuracies. I hope you enjoyed this!

Please leave a like, reblog or comment 🥺

#mrwinterr writes #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle fanfic #spree #spree movie #joe keery

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featherisderp · 1 year

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I have a sort of introduction if thats what youre looking for! ^^

Note; These AU's are also shared with my sister, @violetisderp , so you'll probably see me say "we" or "us" instead of "I" or "me" when referring to these story things. I also refer to her as Violet, Cosmic, or Lilac.

So here's a list of our AU's and the basic summaries.

1. Stardust // Galacta adopts Meta Knight after Nightmare attempts to have him kill him.

2. Fading Shadows // Meta Knight is given a severe head injury from Nightmare (Yes, he's still functional, it just affects his ability to control his own emotions, so he gets angry and sad easier.)

3. Kitty Orbs // More of a concept, but my sister says it's an AU. It's the same as GalactaDad, but Kirby and Meta Knight are fluffy and have ears and a tail.

4. BabyGala // Galacta shows up on Popstar between episodes 8 and 9 of the show, he sticks with Meta Knight.

5. Crossing The Stars // Galacta is the same age as Meta Knight and they grow up in the GSA (so they like brothers).

6. Midnight // Tiff gets possessed after the events of the show and gets horribly deformed. She returns to normal when Kirby uses the Star Rod. (Also, there's an alternate ending where the monster dies, but she's left deformed from it.)

7. Dawn's New Star // Escargoon makes more monster serum and accidentally injects Tiff with it. She turns into a monster if she gets too angry or scared and is a general menace even when she's not.

Other posts that are important to our AU's

Similarities in each AU -

Game events in our AU's -

#kirby #kirby right back at ya #nintendo #hal laboratory #Kirby AU #CrossingTheStars AU #KittyOrbs AU #AU #BabyGala AU #Stardust AU #Dawn'sNewStar AU #FadingShadows AU #Midnight AU

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bi-demon-ium · 2 years

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daemon au beginning

okay so the basics: a daemon au, almost entirely centered around nicholas & milligan with a side of the twins backstory, but like, might do snippets of other characters as well because ouch.

the problem with daemon aus for me, mainly, is i hate choosing what their daemon would be because i always feel like there’s no right answer, nothing clicks, etc. it sucks. which is partly why i never finished this. because i really like the idea of a daemon au i just don’t want to think about what the daemons actually look like 😭

anyway lets get started. first of all i would like you to know the summary for my ao3 draft was

The man shows up at Nicholas's doorstep, hollow, devastated, and daemonless.

so you get an idea of where this is going don’t you >:)

the idea here was for whatever reason, whatever brainsweeping thing curtain does to the helpers—and by extension, milligan—does something to their daemons. whether they’re suspended (unable to like. manifest??? like they seem to be gone but they’re just suppressed—like their emotions and memories, they’ve been buried) or if you wanted to go an alternate route, they could be literally imprisoned (but meh)

so milligan doesn’t. have a great time. i mean, daemons are supposed to be your soul, so if you don’t have one… people assume things. assume you’re heartless, soulless, emotionless, less.

(and maybe—especially since unlike other helpers, he has support and someone helping him—he swears he catches flashes of her, like a ghost struggling to get through, or he almost remembers her but can never quite reach, hears the echo of a voice no one else does—she remembers, the soul never forgets, but she can never quite reach him to tell him—)

he gets phantom pains, sometimes, like there’s something missing. two puzzle pieces, perhaps.

(i never decided what daemon she was—i was thinking maybe hawk or german shepard, but i never made a final choice. i had hesitantly started calling her “kyra”, though.)

anyway, he already had enough trouble as a big scary dude with nowhere to go and a crazy story no one believed, but now people see him as a bad omen or even something monstrous, so like. milligan, again, has a Bad Time.

but then he meets nicholas, and nicholas takes him in without hesitation, and when milligan makes it through his story and then falteringly wonders aloud if, maybe, whatever happened took his daemon… nicholas falls asleep.

and then like, okay, let’s move on for a second, jump around. nicholas and his daemon—violet. (curtain’s is vermillion, by the way. yes i am very proud of this. both the matching--v and color names, and vermillion’s reputation for being thought of as green but actually being red so like deception ahaha, and also the extraordinary education refreence.) now i’m playing fast and loose with lore here because i haven’t read the golden compass in ages and i’m not so sure on the sort of agreed worldbuilding/tropes in fusion aus, but.

violet’s been unsettled for a long time now. nicholas knows it isn’t the same, when he meets the man without a daemon, but he knows what it’s like when people look at your daemon and judge you, look into your soul and find it wanting, and around strangers, violet remains in the same form. a cat, perhaps, fluffy and easy to sit in his lap but with claws.

(now what, exactly, being unsettled means when you’re that old, i’ve seen explained differently in some aus, so again, playing fast and loose—is it a fundamental crisis of identity, or a trauma? perhaps when they were young, violet and vermillion settled together, nearly identical, and then when they separated, when he was alone, violet shifted and never stayed again? and he’s left, heart in his throat and soul in his hands, wondering if vermillion has shifted, too, if his brother feels fractured, if part of them has broken and they’re no longer truly twins—)

(is curtain’s daemon unsettled, too? no idea. honestly i have no idea where i’m going with that part of this. but things to consider. i also considered giving him a snake daemon even though that’d be stereotypical as fuck literally just because he would make really pretentious paradise lost references or something and i thought it would be funny. also the idea of mr benedict having a little noodle and curtain’s being actually mean and bitey is pretty funny. ANYWAY.)

i have a lot of unwritten thoughts about a curtain v benedict confrontation with daemons involved, vermillion v violet, etc, that i’m just not quite certain how to put to words, and like. the idea of what they might be like?

like is violet more like curtain—mr benedict’s self preservation, trying to get him to take care of himself or be selfish for once? and vice versa, vermillion trying to get curtain to be kinder? does he purposefully serperate himself from her? i don’t think so and it’s not what i went with but it’s an interesting thought isn’t it dkfgjdfg

oh also worse but just a fun thought does his daemon intimidate the kid’s daemons? sq’s? hahaha ouch

anyway here’s where most of my snippets come in which is nicholas/milligan my beloved. although it’s not really focused on romance so much as a strong bond, so as of now it could easily be read as a QPR or strong friendship and that’s valid.

so i just have a lot of thoughts on nicholas (and by extension violet) being touch-starved as hell, the intimacy of touching someone else’s daemon and the amount of trust that takes, discussion of milligan’s lack of daemon and the potential implications, and that’s what all the snippets are about.

especially the touching someone’s daemon thing because that concept absolutely obliterates me. like. when milligan realizes violet is iniating that touch and practically begging for it and it occurs to him nicholas might be just as touch starved and like the implications of his daemon,,, reaching out for that,,, both in trust (that’s his SOUL!!! in milligan’s hands!!!) and in how much he’s starved for affection,,,, oof

bonus points for violet in some form that purrs bc oh,,,, oh….

and like, unsettled, violet shifts a lot—it’s more comfortable to keep shifting, even if there are some forms she comes back to (cat is convenient and comfy, bird can be useful, when the house is invaded part of her wants to turn into a little ladybug and hide and part of her wants to turn into a horse or a hippo and charge but she doesn’t want them to touch her—)

and like. lots of thoughts about the others too but if i start thinking too hard about broader implications i lose any motivation as it becomes way too intimidating but for the record while all my snippets focus on nicholas & milligan absolutely violet is just cuddling with number two and rhonda’s daemons so fast (once they’re comfortable with it, anyway) and she’ll let them pet her or touch her lightly because they trust them, and if number two—so cautious and strict—lets her daemon brush against nicholas, well. that’s their business. and rhonda, too, though she’s a little more open and casual about it, because, you know, they’re a family, and i’m crying.

also oh my god dad mr b and his daemon interaction with the kids’,,, oh,,,, ANYWAY again that’s not what i have written but it’s also worth considering

(not to mention how curtain might misuse and abuse things but it’s fine—how messengers might find odd side effects…)

i wonder if violet rarely speaks to people that aren’t mr benedict before milligan but had gotten in the habit of just speaking whenever because they were alone so long… see i also have lots of little angsty headcanons i haven’t written anything for yet ,

and like, thoughts on settling—when misunderstandings are healed and he feels safe and whole and maybe this is years and years post canon, finally realizing that everything wasn’t his fault, and he feels healed and okay and like he isn’t at war with himself and guilty all the time, and she settles. she settles, and it’s kind of a shock for everyone and she’s certainly getting used to not being able to just shift into anything, but they’re both more comfortable in their own skin…

(don’t ask me what she settles into and don’t offer me options please i live in anxiety soup)

also again just. so many thoughts on curtain/vermillion pov but like. that’s for another time i think. maybe i’ll write more of these snippet posts I don’t know.

as it is, though, know that they’re not all necessarily like, some of them might contradict each other because they’re all possibilities, even if they generally align with my idea of this AU. a bunch of jumbled ideas. yeah. anyway

#snippet #my writing #daemon au #mysteriousfisherman #mbs disney

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constellationink · 7 months

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Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros

⭒ Genre: Fantasy, Romance

⭒ My rating: 1/5 (dnfed)

So. I’ve let my feelings settle since I’ve read this book so I can give a clearer review because I felt quite strongly about this book after I ‘finished’ it, aka asked a friend who loved it to just spoil the rest so I didn’t have to keep struggling through it from the 50% point. If you love this book and cannot bear to hear criticism, do not read past this point as I unfortunately have little to say in the likes department.

⭑ Summary: Violet Sorrengail has trained her entire life to be scribe, but has just been thrown into becoming a rider by the general: her mother. Riders bond with fearsome dragons after undergoing intense tests, many of them dying in the process just for the chance of making it to Threshing, the day where dragons choose their riders. Violet survives the initial test, only to run into Dain, a childhood friend of hers, and Xander, the son of a traitor who was killed by Violet’s mother.

I’ll stop here. I love dragons, I love fantasy, and I was so excited for this book, but there were a number of things that I tried to tolerate until I was sighing every page and finally decided I needed to put the book down. Let’s go through them.

⭑ Writing

This book has a bad habit of telling rather than showing to the point that I found what I was being told unbelievable. It’s crystal clear about everything. At some points for some reason, Violet doesn’t understand something obvious that happens (I’ll get to this), but someone else always comes in and explains it to her. My main issue with this is that I wasn’t seeing the same things I was being told I should see. Violet’s close relationship with Dain for example is more written as a thought in Violet’s head rather than much of their bond showing through. This combined with more immature writing (this book should not have been advertised as NA) made this book very hard to read for me.

It’s written like YA, featuring a middle schooler talking about how hot her crush is, and it’s just plain cringy considering she’s not 13. She tries to be witty and for some reason people around her like it? I just don’t think I meshed well with the attitude or humor of this book, and it just felt much more immature than I usually like to read. Also, including world information through Violet talking to herself to keep herself calm not once but twice has to be lazy writing. Come on.

⭑ Characterization

Most of the characters are shallow or inconsistent, or barely present, so I found myself struggling to connect with them. Violet is smart yet sometimes fails to understand obvious things until someone explains it to her. The book starts out with her love for being a scribe but she doesn’t really seem to care all that much and it’s basically swept under the rug to focus on her sudden desire to be a rider. She talks about how weak/short she is constantly but gets upset when Dain points out the same things.

Dain himself only seems to be there to complete a love triangle that doesn’t even really exist (Xander is the hottest man Violet has ever seen from the start), and his main function is to discourage Violet from becoming a rider because he’s worried about her safety. He wants to help her go back to being a scribe, which, as you may recall, is what Violet has wanted for her entire life. Instead, she gets upset that he doesn’t believe she can do something that she has said she’s at a disadvantage (small and weak) against and with only six months of training under her belt as opposed to most people with a lifetime of training. I just felt more confused about who Violet was supposed to be and what motivated her besides proving herself (?).

The dragons. I was very excited to meet them after hearing how fearsome and powerful they were. Yet Violet got sassy at the first meeting and well. The dragons liked that? The fear factor goes away pretty fast when you can hear what they’re saying. Before we meet them, I had the impression that they were wise and mysterious, dangerous, terrifying, beings that transcended humans. The reality is that they’re pretty much just the same as humans except they can breathe fire. This is partially on me, because I love when creatures are creature! But also I feel the element that makes dragons dragons wasn’t quite there.

⭑ World-building

Yes I need to talk about it a second time: Violet keeping herself calm in dangerous situations through reciting memorized information. Aka info dumping world information for the reader. Once, I excused. Twice? The world building is shaky already, but then we find out essential things about the world through an info dump in the middle of a tense scene. This is the telling not showing in action, and I suppose yes it is easy to follow, but it was also enough to completely take me out of the book.

I understand leaving the readers somewhat in the dark to reveal things later, but it felt like there were a lot of hanging pieces that were important but barely touched on because the book was so centered around Violet. I’d understand it if she didn’t know anything either, as it’s from her pov, but the lack of knowledge as a reader just felt like an excuse for plot twists because Violet does know a lot about her world as a former training scribe. What ended up happening is I didn’t really care much about the war, so this ended up reading as much more of a romance than a fantasy book.

To put it lightly, I really did not like this book. I think it could be a fun read for some people, but had so many glaring holes for me that I couldn’t even finish it. It doesn’t really offer substance and that’s what I usually read for, and the high rating on Goodreads is definitely overblown considering everything. However, if you’ve read this review and still want to try I’d say:

Read this book if you want an easy to understand, cheesy, YA with spice, romance book. It’s full of thrilling scenes, it’s much more romance with a tinge of fantasy, and has a female protagonist who really prevails against all odds.

#fourth wing #book review #wolf reviews

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Revival Blessing

Summary: There's a reason certain pokemon moves aren't allowed to be used on people.

Fandom: Pokemon, creepypasta (technically?)

Warnings: Gore, death, re-animation of corpses

Note: I have never written a creepypasta in my life, so this is probably really shitty. Also it’s pokemon violet but someone made a version that’s basically the same but it’s pixelated like the old games because I said so

I was always an avid lover of hacked pokemon games, even as a kid. I’d played them all, even the really shitty ones that were basically just gore, gore, and more gore. One day, in the deepest darkest pits of the internet, I stumbled upon something. “Pokemon Violet but emulated to look like traditional pokemon” it said. They probably meant pixelated, but that didn't matter. I had always loved the older games and was excited to see how the newer ‘mons would look in the oh so nostalgic style. I quickly downloaded it, waiting eagerly for it to finish. Once it did, I hopped in and they really went all out, huh? There was an old save file already, with all the badges, the max amount of money, everything. It was probably just a test save for bug hunting that got left behind, but I still thought it’d be fun to just mess around in, and quickly hopped in.

I started in my house. The trainer was female, and had a full team, with the only pokemon of note being a female Pawmot, who had yet to reach max level. I figured I'd go max it out, just for fun, so I stepped outside and opened the map. Interestingly, the developer had added a feature labeled “surprise me!” so I chose it, curious on what it would do. A little pixelated loading screen started up, and quickly ended as I was dropped off in a snowy area. I guess it just took you to a random location, but that was pretty cool, all things considered. I wandered into some grass until finally a pokemon leapt out, and a battle started... With a Scyther? I thought those didn't spawn in snowy areas, but my pokemon knowledge was pretty crummy, only knowing some basic stuff.

“You caught Scyther by surprise!”

I thought that only happened in Legends Arceus? Didn't matter, I was higher level than it anyway. I sent out Pawmot.

“Scyther let out a warning slash!”

A terrible noise came from my computer, like a human and pokemon mixed together screaming in terror. The battle quickly faded, and there was my trainer, face flat on the ground, red leaking out from around her head. There were little sprites of Pawmot and the Sycther, with the latter shaking like it was terrified of what it had just done, slowly backing away before full on running off screen. The Pawmot didn't move. I tentatively pressed a key, suddenly realizing that I was controlling the pokemon. I moved forward and tried interacting with the body.

“Pawmot nudged you gently”

Continue.

“Pawmot nudged you, harder this time”

Continue.

“Pawmot cried out in confusion”

Continue.

“Pawmot got an idea”

Continue.

Small sparkles danced around in the air for a bit before the text box popped up.

“Pawmot used Revival Blessing!”

The trainer sprite slowly got to her feet, and Pawmot let out a happy cry. I tried to move her, figuring I was in control again and everything would be fine.

I was wrong.

The trainer started walking, presumably to get out of the place, actively defying my inputs. Pawmot let out a startled cry and started scampering after her master.

There was a quick loading screen, and we were in a grassy area, slowly walking about. I was in control again, so I tried to get into a battle. There were no npcs, so I just went into the grass until an encounter started. Finally, one did, and I got to get a good look at my trainer as she stood there, not sending out a pokemon. The angle wasn’t the best, her back facing towards me, but from what I could determine, she had a long, deep slit across her throat, her shirt coated in blood as she smiled ominously.

“Rattata is too terrified to move!”

“L@!#/ used break!”

A sharp cracking sound as the poor Rattata’s health instantly drained to zero, its sprite changing to one with a neck cracked in a direction it shouldn't be.

She had snapped its neck, still smiling ominously. The battle ended. And a text box appeared.

“Pawmot looks a bit anxious.”

I continued on. I couldn't feel much, not really knowing these characters other than they were trainer and pokemon, and had probably been good friends. After multiple pokemon battles, all with the same result, I came across a trainer, and the battle started.

“Miss! Are you alright? You’re badly injured!”

“L^#@& used break!”

She broke his neck like all the other pokemon, still with that fucking smile on her face. I had no choice but to keep going, watching her kill every single living thing she came across. Still smiling.

One last battle started.

A terrified Sycther popped up on screen.

“You. You will suffer.” the text box said.

“L!&$# used dismember!”

There was a cry, and the Sycther’s sprite changed. Its head had been torn clean off its body. Its health bar didn't go down. And suddenly I was met with some unsettling text.

“You used a pokeball!”

The animation played, the ball rolling frantically back and forth. But I knew. There would be no escape for this poor pokemon.

“You caught a Sycther!”

I closed the game.

I should've deleted it.

She’s watching me. She says she’s just making sure I won’t suffer the same fate.

Pawmot is there too sometimes. Huddled underneath my covers, now fearing the one she loved most.

Scyther is sometimes there too, head still gone, wings torn and ragged.

I should've deleted it.

#pokepasta #pokepasta Revival Blessing #Revival Blessing #it's finished! My first pasta ever! Please be nice :)

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I‘d love to see you write an angsty fanfic with Natasha x reader (male or female is up to you) with a bad ending of your choice.

No pressure of course ✨

as requested Violet!! I hope it's okay<3

How could you do this to me?

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha hasn’t been around recently and Y/N’s been really missing her company, but that changes when some CCTV footage is discovered.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

there was an attempted proof read, but sorry in advance if i've missed anything!!

message/ask to be added to the taglist<3

Requests are open!

You weren’t surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again, the space beside you missing a red-head assassin. You’d grown used to the sight of bedsheets spread lazily on your side of the bed, almost completely thrown off of the edge. It wasn’t unusual, however, the feeling of disappointment that lingered in your chest every morning never eased with time.

‘I’m just off to train, baby.’

‘I need to go and see Fury about this next mission, you go back to sleep’

‘I forgot to debrief the team last night, so we need to have a meeting this morning instead.’

‘Off to get some breakfast, my love. I’ll save you some eggs.’

Those were the typical reasons you received whenever you questioned where she was going in such a hurry in the mornings. You knew she was busy, of course you did. But, you missed the mornings when she’d pull you back into her chest, refusing to let you leave until you gave her a few kisses, which never ended up just being kisses, but you always gave in either way.

Now that you think of it, you can’t remember the last time she held you. Not properly. She used to hold you in a death grip, so tight that you could almost feel her heartbeat in your own chest. Nowadays, you were lucky to get more than a few taps on the back, it felt like you were being congratulated for something.

You’d always brushed it off, thinking that you must’ve been selfish for wanting so much of her attention, you had to be more understanding of how demanding her job is. It wasn’t like you never tried, you did, everyday. It would just be nice to feel her love for you a little more, even if it was just a quick peck before she left in the mornings.

“Hey Wan’, Hey Vis” You smiled at the pair as they stood at the kitchen counter, cracking eggs and buttering some toast. They loved cooking together, Wanda always told you how cute it was when Vision was trying to learn, especially after his fiasco with the Paprika.

“Hi Y/N, want something to eat?” Wanda handed you some toast, which you took gratefully, slowly munching on it.

Vision looked up as though to engage in conversation, when he then looked around in confusion. “Where’s Ms. Romanoff?”. You shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I think she’s training, I’ve not heard from her yet.”

You were looking at Vision, but it was near impossible to miss the sympathetic look Wanda was giving you. She knew about how you’d been feeling with Natasha not being around so much, she had tried to help, to hint to Nat that you’d been feeling a bit neglected for a while now, but she hadn’t gotten very far.

“Nat, nat, I just think that maybe you should spend a little more time with Y/N” It was obvious the assassin wasn’t listening to her, shrugging it off and trying to walk past the witch, only to have a hand pressed on her chest to push her backwards.

“Wanda, I need to go, I'm running late.”

“you’re always running somewhere. I'm sure Fury, or Tony or whoever you’re in such a rush to see, can wait. You haven’t seen your girlfriend in forever.”

“I saw her last night.”

“Crawling into bed in the early hours of the morning and sleeping next to her, isn’t seeing her, Nat.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as she watched her friend turn around and walk the other way. She could’ve used her powers to stop her, she didn’t see a point though. She wasn’t listening, and she couldn’t force her to.

“It's fine though, honestly! I can hang out with you guys today if you’re not busy?”

the couple shared a look of awkwardness before looking back towards you.

“Actually, we were going to go into town and do some sightseeing. You’re welcome to join us though!” She smiled, not wanting you to be alone, which you were grateful for, but you couldn’t intrude.

“No no, don’t worry! I think I've got something Tony wanted me to check out in the Lab, now that I think about it.” You didn’t. “You guys have fun though! take pictures!” You winked, knowing full well that your best friend didn’t believe you, she hesitated before nodding her head in agreement and beginning to walk off with Vision in tow.

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An hour or so went by, you still hadn’t seen Natasha at all, or anyone, really. They all seemed to have disappeared to do their own thing, leaving you to find yours. So, you found yourself wandering into your lab, where you found Tony observing the screens with an endless amount of data changing every couple of seconds. You never really understood how he made sense of it all so quickly, but you’d always been intrigued nonetheless.

He must’ve sensed someone was there, as he broke away from his train of thought and glanced over towards you, fully acknowledging how your shoulders were slumped and your eyes lacked your usual sparkle. Tony alway had a soft spot for you, he’d known you for years, taking on a role similar to a father’s. Seeing you look so defeated recently, it’d hurt him a little more than he cared to admit.

Gesturing for you to come in with a gentle smile before moving and adjusting various chunks of metal on the table in the centre of the lab.

“Ah ah!” He tapped the bridge of his nose

“You can’t be serious! Tony I-”

“Nope”

“I’m a grown woman!” You laughed in disbelief at his

“Yes, you are, and I do not plan on taking said grown woman to medical because she got a shot of electricity through her eyeball. Put them on.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a pair of the obnoxiously large lab goggles and put them over your face. He really took being a ‘father figure’ too seriously sometimes. With your goggles on, you took yourself over to where he stood, hoping to help him out somehow and keep yourself occupied.

You watched him move around blueprints on the screen above. “So, whatcha working on?”

“Well, remember that last mission we went on? How that ended?”

“Well, considering I had to get bullets removed for the last two hours, I’d say I remember pretty well.”

His face cringed slightly “Yeah, that’s the one. I’m basically just trying to layer the suits more, but keep the weight to a minimum so that there’s more protection, but the speed and mobility is almost, if not, the same.” He pondered, mind wandering off again to try and figure out how he could make this work.

Suddenly springing to action, he started assembling some pieces together, chucking some aside and reaching for different tools he required.

Looking towards you, he tilted his head “Can you pass me the-”

His sentence was interrupted. “Hey Tony, hey-” Banner. You didn’t mind Bruce, he was always quite quiet and polite most of the time, a little awkward, but, when you have a literal Hulk inside of you, it’s probably the least of your concerns.

You waved at the Avenger. “Hi Bruce” You gave him a friendly smile, for it to be returned with an awkward gaze, which he tried to quickly shove off.

“Yeah, uh, hi, Y/N. W-what brings you here?”

“Oh, no particular reason, I wanted something to do so I thought I'd come down, just pay a visit.” He nodded, acknowledging your words but appearing a little on edge, almost.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked “You look a little pale?”

“Yeah, yeah n-no I'm fine, just a-a bit tired.” He stuttered before suddenly directing his attention towards the man standing beside you. “How’s it coming along, Ton’?”

“Not bad, I have a wonderful assistant to help me out.” he nudged you playfully.

“Haha, yeah. She’s great. Anyways, you seem to have a good hold on things, so, I’ll leave you to it and come back later.”

Neither of you had managed to get a word out before Banner had walked out and was already out of sight. You turned to face Tony again.

“Was that- did you find that weird at all?”

“I find most of the people in this compound weird.”

It was a serious question, but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the millionaire’s response.

“I do pride myself on it.”

“As you should. You’re the weirdest one.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm. “Rude!”

“I’m kidding! Now, pass me that screwdriver, goggles.”

Chuckling, you threw him the screwdriver and zoned out thinking about Bruce’s weird behaviour. While Tony was right, the majority of us are weird. You couldn’t stop thinking about how unusual it was, even for him. You put it to the back of your mind though, focusing back on what the man beside you was working on. You’re sure it’s fine.

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You thought you were going crazy. First you had Nat, who was disappearing every chance she got, Then you had Bruce who couldn’t look you in the eye and when you finally believed it couldn’t get any weirder, you picked up on some strange vibes from Steve.

“Oh finally! I was beginning to think no one else actually lives here.” You approached Steve who seemed to be walking and talking with Bruce, both taking a step back when they looked towards you.

“Hey Y/N, we were just-”

“We were just about to go and have a shower. Training.” Steve cut in, earning himself a glare and a shake of the head from the scientist beside him, subtle, so you hadn’t noticed, otherwise you would’ve questioned it.

“Oh? You were training too, Bruce?”

“Well, I-” He glanced at Steve. “Yeah. Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get some combat down, just in case I needed it.”

“Considering our last mission, I think we all should.” the super soldier quickly added, sending you an enthusiastic smile, which you had returned. You went to speak again, possibly inquiring as to whether or not they knew where your girlfriend was, but you hadn't had the chance as the pair of them quickly rushed off, muttering something about catching you later, leaving you on your own, once again.

What the hell was going on?

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Feeling defeated, you trudged your way into your bedroom, just wanting to shower, get into bed and sleep, and hope for some form of normality.

What you hadn’t expected, was to walk in and see the back of a familiar figure sporting the black suit she practically lived in, tying her hair into a low bun and beginning to change into some more comfortable clothes.

You were dating, so it wasn’t new to see Nat changing, but you still thought it would be decent to make her aware of your presence. The small “ahem” was enough to make her spin round and flash you a smile, her pearly white teeth on show.

“Hi babe, i’m just changing for bed. You okay?”

The words felt so unfamiliar to you, having not heard them in what felt like forever. Still, you decided to humour it.

“Yeah, yeah I'm okay. A bit of a weird day is all.”

She laughed, returning to laying out her clothes. “Well, we are surrounded by some weird people.”

“That’s what Tony said.”

There was an atmosphere in the air that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It had always felt comfortable with Natasha, you would describe her company as being like a safety blanket, enveloping you with warmth and a sense of security. This felt different. It didn’t feel familiar anymore, it was like you were face to face with a stranger and the more you looked at her, the more it upset you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Natasha put her palms on your cheeks, bringing your Y/E/C eyes to meet her emerald ones in the process. You hadn’t realised that tears had fallen until the pad of her thumbs gently brushed them away.

“I just, it sounds so stupid.”

“Tell me.”

You let out a sigh, eyes beginning to dart around the room. “It just feels like I’ve never seen you, I don’t remember the last time we’ve spoken and it’s, it’s been lonely.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your response, lips falling into a frown, but you were quick to speak again.

“It hasn’t just been you though, I understand that work gets in the way, but, it felt like some members of the team were acting differently around me.”

“Really? Like who?”

“Well, I mean, Bruce could barely bring himself to say anything more than a sentence to me and I tried to speak to Steve just before I came here and he rushed off like his life depended on it. I don’t know, maybe I’m just being a bit paranoid.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Detka, I wouldn’t worry about it.” She whispered, hands pulling you forward with ease to bring your lips together. You smiled at the contact, you’d missed it.

You were so caught up in it, that you hadn’t noticed you were the only one smiling.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were interrupted by an electronic voice in the room.

“Miss Romanoff, Miss Y/L/N.” It was F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Mr Stark is asking for you both in the conference room.”

“Alright, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’re on our way.” Your girlfriend replied, rushing away from the kiss and leading you to the door.

Why was everyone in such a rush today?

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“So, I was messing around with some things in the lab, and I think I've found a solution to our suit issue. It’s still a work in progress because I'll need to tweak some things and then tailor them blah blah blah, but I thought I'd show you guys the latest. JARVIS?”

“Bringing up footage 182.”

While you waited for the video to be up and running, you took note of everyone sitting around you. For the most part, they looked tired, though you don’t blame them, it was pretty late.

Shuffling to your left, you held Natasha’s hand in yours, sending her a loving gaze before resting your head on her shoulder, just content that she was close by. She sat a little straighter at the action, careful not to push you off of her, but not entirely relaxing either.

The large tv screen lit up, a view from the corner of the lab came into sight where you could see Tony installing different wires and pieces of loose metal into the suit, watching it light up as he did so. He was in the middle of explaining what he was doing as the recording went on, when the screen suddenly turned to static, black and white lines taking over the screen.

“JARVIS?”

“Minor technical issue, working on it, Mr Stark.”

You caught Wanda’s eye across the table, a playful smirk plastered onto her face at the mishap, watching the billionaire get stressed over a television. You couldn’t help but laugh at the words flying from his mouth as he started hitting the remote, as if he was someone who didn’t understand technology.

It wasn’t long before an image appeared back on the screen, however, this wasn’t the same recording. This is from the gym. It focused on one of the square mats in the middle of the room where two people were sparring. One of which, you immediately recognised as Natasha.

The other person definitely wasn’t a girl, their hair was short and muscles so big you were worried that one slice would be the end. It zoomed in a little, and from the blonde hair and dark blue outfit, you pieced together who it was.

“Oooh, Black Widow and the SuperSoldier, one vs one. Now this should be interesting.” A previously tired looking Sam clapped his hands and leaned forward, now fully invested in the scene in front of him.

You turned to Nat, who now looked a little paler than she did before.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, don’t tell me, you lost this spar?” You joked, expecting her to join in and tease you back. Instead, her face displayed an emotion you weren’t entirely sure of.

Before you could question it, you noticed the room fall silent. Not even a breath could be heard in the room. Your head turned slowly, meeting a mixture of shocked and sympathetic faces. And that was when you saw it.

Nat had kissed Steve, and he didn’t stop her.

If you weren't aware of your heartbeat before, you couldn’t be now, for it felt like it had completely stopped. Your jaw fell as your eyes filled with tears, only worsening the longer you saw the two of them on the screen. It was only turned off when a third person walked into view, not needing to ponder on who it could be, you immediately faced guilty stares. Three of them.

“You- you kissed-” You stuttered, incapable of forming a sentence towards your teammate. “And, you knew?” Your voice broke, tears now beginning to find their way down your cheeks for the second time as Bruce couldn’t bring himself to answer you.

You swiftly rose out of your seat, attempting to keep yourself composed until you could be alone.

“Baby-” Natasha murmured, trying to take hold of your hand, which you snatched back before she could lay a finger on it.

“Don’t.”

“Please-”

“Leave me alone.” You spat, speed walking out of what now felt like an overcrowded room.

You didn’t hear it, you’d left too early, but if you had stayed, you would’ve heard the team give Nat and Steve the scolding of their lives, mainly from Wanda and Tony, telling them how disappointed they were in them both. How they’d be lucky if you were to forgive them for what they did.

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You don’t know how long you’d been sitting on your shared bed for. It could’ve been an hour, it could’ve been a couple of minutes. All you knew, was that you couldn’t stay in this room much longer, looking at the picture frames and the shared wardrobe, it just felt painful.

So, you walked over to your wardrobe and gathered every item of your clothing into your arms, lacking any care for if there were hangers or labels in the way, and chucked them on the bed and started to chuck it all into a suitcase intended for holidays but, you don’t see that happening anytime soon.

The sound of sniffles and rustling was all you could hear in the room, so much so that it was suffocating, and it didn’t help when you heard the door creak open.

“What are you doing?” A voice squeaked. Natasha stood beside the door, fidgeting with her fingers as she anxiously bounced from one foot to the other. You didn’t even bother to look up in her direction, focusing solely on getting out of there as soon as you could.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean it.” You scoffed at her attempt at an explanation. “I love you.”

That’s what made you whip your head to see her red and puffy eyes, if this was any other situation, you would’ve rushed over and engulfed her in a hug, tell her that everything would be okay and you’re there for her. Now? All you felt was anger.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have kissed him.”

“I didn’t know-”

You stood up straight, almost laughing at her choice of words. “You didn’t know? Bullshit. I’m pretty fucking sure everyone is aware when they kiss someone. Did you know when you were kissing me then? Or did you not know that either?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think I care.”

She tries to step closer to you, only for you to take one back, holding your hand out, indicating for her to stop.

“No. no, you know what Nat, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like a stranger for weeks, like I'm sharing a bed with someone I don’t know, for you to then kiss someone else and expect me to forgive you. You have no idea how I've felt these past weeks, blaming myself and thinking I was selfish for wanting your time. It’s funny, really.”

She looked away from you, regret taking over her features, both of you now having tear stains covering your rosy red cheeks.

You broke the silence once again. “Was that the first time?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Y/N-” She pleaded

“Answer the question, Natasha.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

Silence returned to the four walls.

“Get out.”

“No, no, we-” She stepped forward, only to halt herself when she realised what she was doing.

“There is no ‘we’. We’re done. I’ll have my stuff moved back into my room by tonight, though I'm sure it won’t make much of a difference to you.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She walked out of the room, hesitating slightly, wondering if it’s worth staying and trying to figure out whatever this is. She shook her head to herself, knowing she’d fucked up. There wasn’t a fight anymore. It was done.

Collapsing on the bed, the feeling washed over you again as the finality of it all set in. You didn’t stop though. You packed your clothes, your perfumes, all of your loose hair ties and left the room with only one thought on your mind.

Natasha won’t even notice the difference.

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Kings | Haechan

Chapter Nine: My first and my last

Word count: 4193 Genre: fluff, drama Author: maari Warnings: Haechan and Jeno basically fighting for the reader, mentions of breastfeeding if that’s a warning for anyone. Note: technically this would be the last chapter but well, know now that I hate endings so I already prepared a fluff epilogue! Summary: You're living a fairy tale with Haechan and your son, until you need to go back to Suyon. Is it time to make peace with the past?

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6 months later and I could say everything was perfect. I was living a fairy tale. Haechan was truly a wonderful man, he was literally an angel. In the last few months, our family has been at the foreground of everything. He was a devoted father and considerate husband, but when he needed to take his place as king he was the most understanding I had ever seen. No wonder Taegoji prospered even more during his reign, or rather, ours. I had already returned to some activities as a queen and at all external events, it was the queen mother who took care of Ji Hoon. Amazingly, we had built a good relationship lately, she was a great grandmother and very different from what I was used to, but by no means was that bad. And I couldn't even complain, I would much rather she spoiled my son than the way she treated me when I arrived in Taegoji. As for Ji Hoon, he was the most amazing kid in the world. Smart and calm, it wasn't difficult for me to get him to adapt to our routine, in addition to being perfectly healthy and receiving affection from the entire nation. The christening had gone the way Haechan and I had planned, the queen mother accepting our decision, she helped me with the preparations and it was an event reserved for those closest to the family, my parents and my sister included. However, a simple invitation shook our perfect world a little. Jeno had sent one to celebrate his one year wedding with Yuna, at first I didn't want to go, I even fought with Haechan about it. However, days later he made me understand that it wasn't like we could refuse anyway. The press would use that kind of news to point the finger in our face and I couldn't let that happen, not after we'd signed the long-awaited deal. Our relationship was supposed to be friendly. But I knew that something was going to happen, Jeno hadn't written Haechan's name, mine and our son's by chance. Haechan agreed, saying that his emotional part was also on a red alert, but that at that moment it shouldn't have that much effect on our actions as king and queen. It would be the perfect occasion to show that the ties between the two kingdoms remained strong, and of course, I would finally visit my home. Also, we had a very important purpose for wanting to visit Suyon and be in front of the king and queen. An exclusive information that would definitely change the course of the two nations. Even though I didn't want to take Ji Hoon on the trip, I couldn't walk away from him for a long time and Haechan assured me that everything would be okay, so I just trusted him. We were ready, taking only two of our guards, I was wearing a long dress in a cream tone with some golden details on the bust, the neckline this time was more open so that I could feed Ji Hoon easier, but because of the Suyon's cold I wore a cape in a light shade of violet and a long sleeve in the same shade as the dress that went up to the elbow. My hair was tied up and the tiara was very tight on my head. We decided not to wear the crown because we were outside our territory. As for Haechan, when I thought he couldn't get over beauty, he did. He was all in black, with a turtleneck, straight pants, and a thick black coat, his hair parted down the middle to expose his forehead, and I figured I loved it when he did his hair like that. As we crossed the border, I felt butterflies in my stomach and an odd feeling that something was going to be closed that day. As if I've come back to close holes in my past. Haechan noticed my discomfort and held my hand that was on top of Ji Hoon in the car seat, I looked at him and smiled nervously. I had arranged with my parents that we would spend the night at their house after the party, having a reason not to take so long. However, the same feeling of dejá vù that I had when Jeno was in Taegoji, I felt when we arrived at the castle. I knew the memories would flood me, it would be very difficult to control them, it wasn't like I had the power to bury them forever even though a long time ago I wanted to. They would always be with me. But somehow, the old me felt so far away, as if ten years had passed since then. Only now, I entered the castle's front door with my son in my arms and my husband with the palm of his hand on my back while the other hand took Ji Hoon's pushchair. I took a deep breath when we entered and I looked at the castle, it was exactly the same as when I left. I felt a shiver down my spine and Haechan approached to speak in my ear. "It's everything ok?" I looked at him, he seems worried. "Yeah, let's get over this." I replied and smiled slightly. He didn't really believe my words and neither did I. But since we were here, we had nowhere to run. It was time to face all that I had run away from. We went to the main hall where the employees announced that the party would take place. Jeno and Yuna were standing at the door and greeting the guests, we waited in line. Meanwhile I analyzed Yuna, it was the first time we would be introduced and I couldn't deny that she was beautiful, her polite smile and imposing posture reminded me of Jeno, it seems they were more alike than they let on. When our turn came, anxiety came along, Jeno was by my side and his eyes hovered over me and down to Ji Hoon who was sleeping heavily on my lap, the rigid expression he carried changed in a matter of seconds, confusion and then realization came next. My heart was pounding wildly and I could feel it against my ribs as he looked me straight in the eyes again, his brow furrowed and his mouth open, unable to say anything. I thought I understood what was going on in his head, as I thought I had almost two years ago, but I convinced myself that I didn't really know him. It felt like an eternity for both of us, but it was actually pretty quick. "Welcome." Yuna spoke up when she saw that Jeno wouldn't and I looked away from him. “Thank you and congratulations on your birthday.” Haechan replied and I felt him staring at me. "Thanks. Please." Yuna pointed into the hall, indicating that we could go inside and Haechan made room for me to go ahead. Breathing unevenly, I passed in front of Jeno without facing him again and Haechan followed shortly after. We exchanged glances, he was suspicious and I was confused, and we went in search of a table while I felt Jeno's heavy gaze on both of us. I swallowed hard as I sat down, that had been a bad idea and I didn't know what to expect from this night that felt like it would slowly drag on on purpose to torture me even more.

[...]

Haechan was chatting with some friends in a corner of the hall while I sat, eating while watching Ji Hoon sleep peacefully, soon he would wake up and I was ready to get up. A few people came to greet and congratulate me on my son, I recognized some of Haechan's friends' wives, and I rocked some conversations with the guests as I felt Jeno look at me every time he turned to me. Haechan took turns staying with me and getting up to go to some nobles, but he always bothered to ask if I was okay or stroked my hand silently. It was difficult but I knew I could get through it. Tonight wouldn't break down all the walls I've built over the last few months Ji hoon complained in the pushchair and I already knew he was waking up to suckle, so I took him in my lap and decided to go to the queen, she was talking to some women. As I approached, they all stopped to watch me. "Yuna." I addressed her calmly and smiled at the others. “Ms. Lee.” her eyes fell once more on my son. “Can you please direct me to a quiet place so I can feed my child?” I asked politely, I would have looked for a maid but it wouldn't be appropriate, let alone go around the castle alone. With the queen's approval, I wouldn't be accused of anything, I'd avoid trouble. "Oh yes, of course. Excuse me, ladies.” she spoke to the woman she was talking to, who bowed, and she gently touched my arm silently asking me to accompany her. I did so, following her still on the first floor. "It's our library, I believe it will be comfortable." I swallowed hard at the sight of where she had taken me, even though they were vague and meaningless memories, they were still in the back of my mind. “Thank you so much, Yuna.” I truly thanked her after entering and seeing that it was still the same, I sat on the couch trying to ignore the lump in my throat while arranging Jihoon in my arms. She smiled and made to leave, but after passing the door she stopped. "Your son is very handsome, I'm glad you and Haechan formed a family." she spoke and I stared at her, feeling truth in her words but a certain sadness too. It was clear that Yuna wanted that and who knows why she hadn't conquered it yet. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” I replied and she nodded, closing the door soon after and leaving me alone in the last place I wanted to be. However, so much time had passed that even though I was in a place full of memories I could control the immense urge to run away. I had changed and my son in my arms said so. I proceeded to breastfeed Ji Hoon for the next half hour, caressing his face and smiling like an idiot. It was such a good feeling and so unique that it was hard to describe. I felt at peace being with him in my arms, watching him grow so fast and smiling in a way that reminded me of Haechan. It was amazing that he actually appeared to be Ji hoon's biological father. After feeding him, I got up off the couch with him in a position that would be better for an eventual burp to come out. I rocked him on my lap, adjusting the blanket as best I could, and it wasn't long before he was back asleep.

“Look at you, so big and so small at the same time.” I smiled to see him sleeping so peacefully. “The climate here is different from Taegoji, isn't it? But it would be good for you to get used to the snow too, mommy came from here and soon you will be able to make snowmen with your aunt and drink your grandma's hot chocolate, it's the best in the world. Oh and your grandpa, of course, how could I forget the homemade pizza he makes? Don't tell your father but there is none like it in Taegoji.” My monologue was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened and I thought it was Haechan looking for me, but I froze when I saw Jeno, his eyes found me and he entered. At least it hadn't been a few minutes before, it would be too embarrassing. He stood there staring at me and I clutched Ji Hoon in my arms out of sheer reflex. “Yuna told me you were here, is everything okay?” His voice was calm, very different from his eyes that looked like they were going through a storm. "Yes." I replied dryly, looking at him suspiciously. "I just came to feed my son but I'm on my way out." I warned and took a step forward but he did the same, stopping me. "I need to talk to you." spoke almost in a whisper and looked at Ji hoon, I felt my heart squeeze. "Please." he begged and I was reluctant, finally I took a deep breath and laid Ji hoon on the couch. I crossed my arms as I faced Jeno again. "Be quick." He clasped his hands together, he looked a little anxious and it made me anxious. "I know." spoke and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn't be talking about what I thought. "Know what?" "Don't be silly." Jeno shook his head. "I know everything." he took a step forward and got closer to me, never taking his eyes off mine. I didn't need to listen because I already knew the answer but I didn't let my expression show it. "He's my son." It felt like the whole world had stopped and this time, there was no self-control to hold back the tears that came, but I didn't let a single one fall. I was silent, completely at a loss for words. I had imagined this moment in a completely different way but it always felt so far away, almost as if I knew it would take time, because I had always convinced myself that he would never find out. I've always been innocent, almost stupid. "How did you…?" I didn't even continue the question and he smiled sadly. “The moment you walked into that hall with him, I felt it.” he replied and I got no answer.. "You won't even try to deny it because it's true, he's my son." Jeno had tears just like me, but he didn't even care if they were falling down his face. He was thrilled, very different from what I had imagined. He didn't look… angry. “I am the father.” he raised his hand to touch me and I pulled away. "No!" I retorted. “Haechan is the father.” I spoke firmly and he looked at me in disbelief. “Father is the one who creates, who loves, who is there when he needs it every night. How many diapers did you change? Or spent sleepless nights? How many times did you sing him to sleep?" “You took this from me!” accused. "You gave my son to another man to raise." “Because you were engaged, Jeno! You were going to marry Yuna no matter what I said.” it was getting harder and harder to control my voice, the tears I couldn't say the same, they had already fallen. I ran a hand over my face to erase their tracks. “Everything would be very different if you had only told me.” spoke hurt. "Would it be?" I asked and he was quiet. “I would only be your mistress if I agreed to that, and you know I never would. That's why I left.” “That day…” he started and I nodded in agreement. “On the last day we saw each other here in Suyon, in our special place, I was ready to tell you.” I admitted and his jaw dropped. Jeno looked down, remembering. "I was so worried about my father's illness, my marriage that I didn't care what you meant." he remembered and I laughed, without any humor. What a surprise. "See? You might like me, but I was never more than that, a hobby, another girl for you to conquer." I said bitterly and he shook his head. Jeno walked over and placed his hand on my chin, making me look deep into his eyes. "It wasn't a crush, Y/N. I loved you and I still love you." caressed my skin and it didn't affect me like I thought it would. A part of me would always love Jeno, but the other part that loved Haechan with all my soul stood out. So much so that I didn't even feel anything for that touch, even though it was hot how I remembered. But it was no more than Haechan's. “Are you going to tell me you don't feel anything?" he asked and seemed eager for the answer. I knew what he wanted, knew he was just waiting for some sign to cross the space that separated us, but I realized it was much bigger than it looked. "Are you going to say you don't miss it?" brought his nose closer to mine and looked deep into my eyes, my legs didn't shake like when I was with Haechan. I took a deep breath. “I'm not going to lie, you were my first love, Jeno. But Haechan is my last, no one will come after him.” I admitted and he kept looking at me to make sure I wasn't lying. Jeno kept staring at me and before I could push him away, he kissed me. Quick and practically desperate, contrary to even what I thought, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's why I placed both hands on his strong shoulder and pushed him away, making unglue his lips from mine. "Why did you do that? I love Haechan!” my voice came out louder than I wanted to and he looked at me confused. “Leave my wife, you cretin.” I jumped in fright when I heard the door open with a loud thud and Haechan stride towards Jeno. He was angry, he pushed Jeno away from me, who managed to stay on his feet, but his expression changed out of nowhere. "What is it? Are you afraid of losing another woman to me?” Jeno teased and pushed Haechan as well. “Stop!” I begged quietly, I was ready to tell Haechan that it wasn't at all what he was thinking. “You’re an asshole!” Haechan spoke up and clenched his fists. "I may be, but I'm the asshole who held her in my arms long before you even showed up." I looked at Jeno in complete disbelief and I only saw Haechan's figure heading towards him. The punching noise was loud but Jeno didn't even fall, quite the opposite, he got back to an upright position and punched Haechan. It was then that I despaired, but before I could yell at them to stop, I heard Ji Hoon complain on the couch and I forgot everything around me to run to him. I held my son in my lap and turned to look at the two, who were still battling. "Enough!" I screamed and Ji Hoon started to cry, this caught the attention of the two who stopped at the same moment. Haechan had a cut on his eyebrows and Jeno had one on the corner of his mouth, they were both red and if we were in a cartoon, smoke would probably come out of their ears. I calmed Ji Hoon on my lap and they both looked at me with guilt, they looked like two children but I didn't get any less angry about it. “Neither of you two will win this battle without hurting me along the way.” I sighed. “Yes, Jeno, you were special and gave me the best gift I could ever receive.” I glanced at Ji Hoon. "But what we had is gone, I will always be grateful for you, but that's all I feel for you, a huge gratitude." he lowered his head and took a deep breath. “And Haechan, I love you.” he smiled discreetly "but that's not why we came here." I remembered and he nodded in agreement. "You're just not an asshole even more because you're idiot." Haechan spoke and Jeno took a step forward. "Babe!" I caught his eye and he raised his arms in surrender. “Haechan discovered something of interest to you, Jeno.” I warned him and he looked at me, interested this time. “There are two members of your parliament who are betraying you.” Haechan spoke bluntly and Jeno's jaw dropped. "What?" he took two steps back and laughed, without humor. "You’re lying!" “Then ask Jaemim.” Haechan replied angrily and braced his hands on his hips. “What does he have to do with it?” "I hired him to spy on your court." Jeno stared at Haechan and then at me, wanting to prove that was true. "A plague appeared in the land of Taegoji never seen before, the scientists who evaluated the case said it was a type that multiplies mainly in cold places." I explained and Jeno shook his head. “And automatically I became the prime suspect?” he pointed to himself and saw Haechan nod. “Do you really think I'm that stupid? What good would that do me?” "That's why Jaemim came here, to confirm that the theory was true." I said and he was still surprised but at least he seemed to believe it. “Jaemin never believed it was you, so he gathered evidence that shows two members of your parliament hiring Yuna’s bastard uncle to do the job.” “That moron!” Jeno spat out the words. "Yuna told me he was a profiteer, he was never invited to court so he found a way to sabotage my reign." “Along with those who tried to make up your mind to attack Taegoji.” Jeno stared at me, feeling guilty. As I always knew, that plan was not his. Never was. “Listen, Jeno.” Haechan spoke. “It was never my father's plan to take Suyon, let alone mine, that was your father's doing. And as much as we've been on their side, it doesn't mean that we are like them. Whether I like it or not, you are part of my son's story, I can't ignore that and I also know you won't give up on him." Haechan took a deep breath before continuing. "I just want peace, for myself, for my family and even for you, even though you're still an idiot." Jeno laughed and rolled his eyes. “I propose a truce.” “What truce?” "If you promise never to usurp Ji Hoon's rights to Taegoji's throne, if you promise to end this ridiculous feud that has been going on in our family for generations." Haechan looked at me and I nodded, smiling slightly. “You are always welcome to visit him whenever you want, he will grow up knowing that you are also his father.” I looked at Jeno, eager for the answer. He seemed to think and then his eyes fell on the child in my lap. That was the plan Haechan and I decided to follow when we learned about Jaemin's information. Convincing Jeno to stop that war would be beneficial to both sides. And now he had a reason to think about Taegoji: Ji Hoon. My husband wasn't sure if it would work but I had convinced him to at least try. “Who could have guessed, cousin.” Jeno turned his gaze to Haechan. "Our fathers fought so hard against each other for this" Jeno pointed to the crown on his head with one hand. "and we will unify the two nations." I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my back and I smiled as the two shook hands, symbolizing that the truce was being sealed. That was a very unexpected surprise. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine this miracle. I knew Jeno was good from the start. He would never shed the blood of innocents over a matter he could settle for himself. And I was right about him. "Want to hold him?" I asked Jeno as he looked at Ji Hoon, who nodded anxiously. I took a deep breath before walking over to him and held out my son, Jeno held him carefully. Ji Hoon practically lost in his arms. I felt Haechan's hand on my waist and took a few steps back until I was beside him, watching Jeno look at my son the same way Haechan did. With pride, admiration and an immeasurable love. "He will be worthy to wear the crown of both kingdoms." Jeno spoke with a silly smile. “He will be the best of us.” Haechan agreed. “Thank you for bringing him into the world and forgive me for being so selfish when you needed it most. I promise I will never let him down like I did with you.” Jeno turned to me and I felt like crying. "I forgive you, all our mistakes have brought us here." I looked at Haechan who stroked my waist, smiling proudly. "It was worth it." I finally felt free and at peace. I had made peace with my past and now I could live in the future with the two kings who were part of my history, finally putting our differences aside and holding on to the one thing that was most important to the three of us. Our son.

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Deception [Benedict Bridgerton x Reader]

Title: Deception Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Female!Reader Word count: 4.5k Published: 21 March 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Violet's constant search for a wife for her second eldest son has become too much for Benedict. The only escape he sees is to ask you to pretend to be courting each other. But how long will it work for with your feelings eating you up from the inside. Bingo: [x] This is part of my Make me feel Bingo Card by @girl-next-door-writes

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Benedict Bridgerton was a very capable man. He had a tremendous amount of talent in capturing the real beauty of the world in his drawings. He was confident, but still genuinely kind and caring for his loved ones. He also had a rather playful side to him, a somewhat child-like behaviour, one that the ton would not have appreciated in their society, but Benedict had the privilege to show his real personality to those who loved him, ones that never judged him for who he was.

However, there was one person he felt utterly useless around. When it came to you, he turned into an adorable mess, a clumsy one at that, even stuttering on occasions. Should you have known the reason for his unusual behaviour, it would have brought a rather large smile to your face, but Benedict dared not to reveal his feelings for you.

For someone who has been friends for so long, you both seemed to have found it hard to show your true feelings for one another, as though both of you were clueless. For Benedict it seemed you only spared as much attention to him as a friend would, whilst you thought he was merely looking out for you as a brother figure.

You sat in the ballroom, watching as he grimaced at his mother, who might have slightly forced her second oldest child to dance with one of the many stunning unwed ladies. The one he was forced to dance with however seemed to enjoy Benedict's company. He didn't talk, nor did he look at the woman, still she shined brighter than a diamond in his arms, proud to be so close to such a fine man.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you watched as he held his hand firmly on her back, leading her around the dance floor, making her giggle by just being close to her. Your heart ached at the thought of ever having to give up on him, at the thought of seeing him with another, someone he would choose to love, ignoring to see your longing gazes forgotten on him. How could he have seen, he never dared to look when he felt your eyes on him, nor did you dared to look when he forgot his on you.

Standing up from your chair, you walked towards the terrace, needing fresh air, trying to clear your thoughts as the slightly cool, windy weather stroked your cheeks. You knew you shouldn't have thought of him romantically, but you would have been a fool not to notice the handsome and caring man he has grown into. Watching Lady Bridgerton trying to find a wife to her son hurt both emotionally and physically and you couldn't wait for the season to end, to leave the balls and play-pretend behind you, running away from the inevitable.

"Help me!" you heard his desperate voice, but before you could have turned around, you felt his hand lock around your wrist, gently, but in a haste, dragging you after himself.

"Benedict, what are you doing?" you asked in confusion, trying to understand his chaotic behaviour as he pulled you along, passing corridors by corridors in the gigantic mansion.

"My mother," he sighed as he stopped his steps, breathing heavily. "My mother is becoming—" you waited for him to continue, but he seemed to have been stuck in his thoughts.

"Are you alright?" you asked, frowning at his frozen state, as though he couldn't find the words and his thoughts overruled his actions. You watched his hunched back as he fought to get enough air in his lungs, his eyes focused on a certain point on the marble flooring, completely out of the present. "Benedict!" you called him again, this time firmly, attempting to catch his attention.

"I know it!" he exclaimed, making you jump slightly at his unexpected enthusiasm as a rather wide smile spread across his face.

"What do you know exactly?" you inquired.

"It might sound foolish at first and I do not blame you if you think I have lost my mind, but I need your help," he explained, leaving you even more curious.

"What would I need to help you with?" you asked furrowing at the man as if he has forgotten to include you in his grand idea.

"My mother has been adamant in finding me a wife and there is only so much I can do to prevent her from continuing her crusade. I know I shouldn't ask you such a thing, but I can't possibly think of anyone else who I trust enough," he continued in a secretive manner.

"Benedict, you must be clearer. I don't understand what you wish for me to do," you attempted to push him to finally reveal his idea.

"I need my mother to stop searching for a wife and the only way I can do that is if I already found someone I am interested in," he started. "That is where I would need your help, if you agreed. Should you agree to pretend I am courting you, my mother would surely stop this nonsense and leave me alone," for a mere second you felt overwhelmed by the hope of his interest in you, but that was only until your brain processed his words. "Pretend" being the main focus of your attention, shattering the small shimmering light of hope within you.

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself, attempting to hide your disappointment. "Surely you didn't think this through. Your mother isn't a fool, she would see through us immediately. You can't possibly think it's a good idea," you tried to reason with him, but instead of thinking it through again, he quickly shook his head.

"But it is. Think about it. You have said so yourself, you don't want to marry just yet and nor do I. It would be the perfect option for both of us, solving our issues," he added enthusiastically as if his idea was anything, but brilliant. He could clearly see the weary expression across your face as he stepped closer and reached for your hands, engulfing them in his large and warm palms. "We would only have to pretend for a short while, I promise," he tried to reassure you. Whilst you knew it was a foolish idea, the thought of being able to stay close to him even if for a short period of time, seemed to cloud your better judgement.

"For how long?" you asked looking up at him as a mischievous grin spread across his dashingly handsome face. One that you adored so much. "I wouldn't want to be a spinster, Benedict," you sighed heavily.

"I would never let that happen," he shook his head quickly, his previously playful smile long gone from his face. "Let us do it for a few weeks and we will see how my mother reacts. I'm sure if we work well together, you might even catch the attention of some very noble men too," he winked jokingly, trying to lift your dull mood.

You haven't had much time to contemplate, maybe a few seconds until you ran through all the options you have been provided with, which was basically none. You heaved a heavy sigh and shook your head, offering a sceptical look to Benedict. "Fine," you said, earning a surprised expression from him, your answer shocking him for a second, before he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, twirling you around happily.

"You are my saviour," he chuckled as he hinted a small kiss on your forehead, stopping himself as he realised what he had done. "I apologise, I didn't mean to—"

"I understand. You are simply happy I have agreed to such a scandalous idea," you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the happiness you felt. Even if for a short while, Benedict was to belong to you, and it meant more than you could have possibly expressed. You knew you couldn't have him forever but having him for a couple of weeks made you feel like the happiest person alive.

"I owe you! I didn't think you would agree," he grinned happily, a childish warmness radiating from his stance as though he had won a grand prize.

"I still don't understand why I did. Surely, I'm a fool," you added quickly with a silent chuckle.

"We both are," he replied as he started leading you back to the ballroom with your arm linked around his. His gaze focused on the way ahead, but your eyes were rather resting on his attractive features. He was a stunning man, and you were sure if he had turned to look at you, he would have seen the amount of love you were harbouring for him. But as many times before, no one of you has ever turned.

Weeks passed by and if anyone, Violet Bridgerton was the happiest person to see Benedict growing closer to the woman, you, she had envisioned beside her second eldest son. She has made it very clear that a wedding should soon be happening, wanting nothing but a little baby in her arms. You never wanted to crash her dreams but hearing her talking about a future between you and Benedict was beyond painful. The thought of you waking up beside Benedict, his arm resting across your waist, his neck hidden in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin made your heart ache, knowing it was impossible.

You stood in Somerset House, one arm hooked around Benedict's as he watched the paintings, his face focused on one particular art with dark colours and shadings, slightly depressing as if the artist tried to capture a horrible emotion. Art was always something that you found beautiful, but never really understood. When Benedict talked about the meaning behind each piece with a childish happiness across his face, it made you feel content. Although you didn't understand much of what he was saying, the adorable expression he wore was worth each and every moment you spent listening to him.

Looking at his handsome features as they relaxed into a content smile, made you mirror his expression. You couldn't look at him and not smile. As though his mere presence made you feel at ease.

"I feel your eyes on me," he chuckled with a mischievous smile, knowing that you have indeed been staring at him for the longest time.

"I'm sorry," you quickly turned away, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up in embarrassment. "I couldn't stop watching you. You were really focused on that painting and it seemed as though you were here physically, but not mentally. You unintentionally make this face when you enjoy a painting," you smiled shyly.

"A face?" he furrowed, not knowing of his own reaction.

"Yes, as if you were completely captured by the painting. You have a certain content smile across your face and even forget to blink at times," you giggled, placing your hand in front of your mouth, remembering his facial expression.

"Don't hide your smile," he said as he reached for your wrist and gently wrapped his fingers around your arm, pulling your hand away from your lips. "You are even more beautiful when you smile," for a second his words made you hope, as though he meant more than he let on. His eyes seemed as if they could see through you, reading each and every single thought that crossed your mind. For the shortest of time, it felt your feelings weren't as unrequited as you thought. However, you quickly had to remind yourself that your imagination was playing a painful game with you, one that would surely end in a heartbreak.

You quickly turned away, trying to shake those foolish thoughts away, before you decided to dwell on them any longer. Clearing your thoughts, you turned back to him with a phony smile across your face, biting your bottom lip to calm yourself. But his deep frown left you confused. "Are you okay?" you questioned as he tilted his head as if he was studying your face.

"You were biting your lips again," he replied. "You do that when you are nervous or feeling uncomfortable," he added, stunning you. Biting your lips was indeed a nervous habit of yours, one that you couldn't stop as it made you feel slightly at ease when you felt as if even your own thoughts betrayed you. You never thought Benedict even realised those irrelevant, minor details.

"I'm fine, Benedict," you tried to reassure him with a smile that you wore confidently but could not fool Benedict.

"Should you feel the need to talk, I'm here," he said, drawing tiny circles on the back of your arm that he was still securely holding onto, reassuring you that he was by your side whenever you were in need of him.

As happy as it made you, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as you thought about the heartbreak when he would finally want to end your foolish little game and find himself a wife that he could cherish forever, leaving you with the most horrible heartache one could cause.

You knew it was inevitable, you knew it would kill you, but you loved Benedict and you would have never forced him to stay beside you for any longer than he wanted to. You were ready to give him up, to be happy even if with someone else. The thought of letting him go hurt, but you weren't sure of your own strength either. Thinking about how long you could stay beside him pretending to be a mere friend left you with just as much pain, if not more. But you were ready to sacrifice your own happiness even if to be able to spend one more second with him.

Days passed by since your slightly awkward encounter in Somerset House. You have pretended to be a couple so in love that you couldn't possibly stay away from each other. Lady Whistledown didn't miss to write a paragraph or two about the two of you, already planning your wedding, one that you found slightly excessive, but dared not to mention to keep your act believable.

As much as you enjoyed the first few weeks of your play-pretend, it was hard to keep it up for long. You loved every minute you spent with Benedict, but the longer you were beside him, the more pain you felt. You wished to make him happy, to continue your act, but you also knew that it wasn't forever, and that tiny little thought suffocated you.

You sat on a bench in the park, right after promenading with Benedict. He joined his brothers whilst your maid brought you a glass of water to refresh yourself. You watched as Benedict laughed with his brothers, a wide, adorable and carefree smile sat across his face. Weeks ago, you would have smiled at his happiness, but then and there, sitting on the bench, watching his happy form, you felt miserable. Each time you looked at him, your stomach jumped nervously, your breath caught in your lungs as he touched your arm. These tiny little details meant nothing to him, but for you they meant the world. He couldn't have known the effects his advances left on you, he couldn't have predicted to hurt you unintentionally, but in the end, he unknowingly caused you pain.

Standing up from the bench, you started walking towards the Bridgerton brothers. Heaving a heavy sight, you lifted your arm and tapped Benedict's shoulder lightly, trying to catch his attention. He turned around with a wide smile, looking at you curiously. However, your face must have forgotten to oblige as his smile quickly disappeared and concern took over him.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he nodded to his brothers and reached for your hand, placing it on his arm, leading you away from his family.

"I must talk to you," you started, your voice unusually grim.

"Go ahead. You are worrying me," he added impatiently. Trying to collect your thoughts, you stopped, halting the man beside you whose worried eyes didn't seem to want to leave you for a mere second. "Talk to me," he attempted to reassure you.

"I am really sorry, but I can't possibly do this anymore," your words earned a confused frown from Benedict, before he finally understood what you meant. "I know I promised to help you and I wish I could have done it longer, but I honestly can't do this anymore," you added as you fought against your tears, trying to keep them in place for as long as you could. You couldn't let yourself cry in front of so many people, you couldn't let that happen. Benedict straightened himself in front of you, trying to hide your face from the curious eyes.

"I understand. I am sorry for forcing you to do this. I never thought it could be this hard on you. I would never hurt you, you know that, right?" he asked, trying to contain himself from wrapping his arms around you, fidgeting with his hands beside his thighs.

"I know and you didn't hurt me, it's not your fault. It has just become rather difficult recently and I don't think I'm capable of pretending anymore," you tried to reassure him, making him feel less guilty. "I'm still your friend and I will always be your friend," you added with a phoney smile. Your own words were a lie. You didn't know how long you could pretend to be his friend, but you knew he needed to hear that, he needed not to blame himself. "I will be going home now, but surely I will see you later," you smiled up at him as you curtsied and nodded towards your maid, ready to head home, completely oblivious to the pained gaze he was watching your slowly disappearing form with.

Whilst you sat in your carriage, letting your tears finally run down your cheeks, leaning on your maid's shoulder, Benedict stood confused between Colin and Anthony, his eyes fixed on the ground, his thoughts filled with you only.

"Brother?" Colin called for him with concern in his eyes. It was unusual to see his brother unresponsive, without a playful smile. "Are you alright?" he asked, earning a frown from Benedict.

"I shouldn't have dragged her into this," he replied, but his words were directed more to himself than his brothers.

"What do you mean?" Anthony asked, seemingly more interested in their conversation.

"It was all a lie," Benedict replied, his gaze still fixed on the carefully cut grass.

"What was a lie?" the eldest Bridgerton brother asked again.

"All along we were pretending to be courting, so mother would stop trying to force me to marry," he scoffed, finally understanding the weight of his idea. "She said she can't do this anymore. That it was too painful to bear," he shook his head, guilt overcoming him.

"You really are a fool," Anthony replied with a sceptical look across his face, earning a confused look from both Colin and Benedict.

"How do you mean? Is it because we have been pretending?" Benedict questioned his brother. "I know it was foolish, but she agreed, I didn't know it would be particularly hard on her," he added with a deep frown.

"Brother, can you not see the way she looks at you? Always trying to make you feel happy, bringing a smile to your face even when she, herself is struggling to do so? Are you really that blind?" Anthony raised a questioning brow, as though he couldn't believe how oblivious his brother was towards your feelings.

"Should I understand?" he asked tilting his head innocently, searching for the right explanation. "We have been friends from a very young age, I am certain we have always tried to make each other smile in a difficult situation," he added, earning an eye roll from the eldest Bridgerton brother, ignoring his manners.

"When you said you were courting her, I thought you finally realised that you weren't the only one with feelings beyond friendship. However, after hearing about this foolish idea of yours, forcing a lady to pretend to love you, when in fact she has feelings for you is beyond stupid, brother, and I'm quite disappointed in you for not realising it yourself," he shook his head disapprovingly.

"Are you telling me she has feelings for me?" Benedict asked in disbelief, his brother's words lighting a weak hope within him.

"Indeed, took you long enough to understand," he scoffed.

"I have to talk to her," Benedict added quickly, heading towards the carriages in haste, carefully planning all he needed to tell you.

The ride didn't take long, 20 minutes at most, before he stood in front of your house, his hands shaking slightly, nervousness running through his whole being. Knocking on the door, a maid opened it for him, asking him to wait to announce his arrival to you.

You laid on your bed, cheeks swollen from crying, bottom lip red as a result of the constant biting of your nervous state. A knock on your door brought you out of your misery as your maid walked into the room.

"Mr. Bridgerton is here to see you," she said with a saddened tone, knowing of the arrangement between the two of you. Your eyes widened in surprise, you weren't ready to see him, especially not in your current, heartbroken state. "Would you like me to ask him to leave?" she questioned, looking at the panicked expression across your face.

"No, it's fine. Please take him to the drawing room," you instructed her and headed to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Your eyes were bloodshot, your face was slightly swollen, and your clothes were beyond wrinkled. Attempting to straighten your dress, you stroked the material over and over again, but it didn't seem to work, nor did the cold water you washed your face with to remove the evidence of your miserable state. At last, you gave up and walked to the drawing room, knowing you wouldn't be able to do anything else with your appearance.

"We have just parted, Benedict," you said to the man as you stepped inside the room and took a seat across the sofa he occupied.

"I needed to see you," he replied, standing up from his place and taking a seat beside you. "I—, I talked to my brothers after you left," he started, stammering over his words, something he only did in his nervous state. "I am a fool and there is no excuse for that. I can't possibly imagine how hard it must have been for you to pretend—"

"I have told you already, I am completely fine," you tried to reassure him with a faux smile, one that this time Benedict didn't believe to be genuine.

"But are you?" he asked, earning a confused frown from you. "Do you know why I thought this foolish idea to be brilliant in the first place?" he raised a questioning brow, but instead of replying you shook your head. "I wanted to be closer to you. I merely thought it would be my chance to spend more time with you. Surely, I had no intention to marry anyone, and I wished my mother to stop, but my primary concern was you. I wanted to be near you at all times, but I couldn't possibly tell you how I felt, knowing you would only reject me," you couldn't control the surprise sitting across your face, your lips parted in shock, his words seemingly part of your most precious dreams. It seemed surreal.

"You are confusing me, Benedict," you spoke up, trying not to hope once again to then fall painfully.

"I'm saying I love you. I have loved you for so long, I can't remember when it started. I never imagined my feelings could be returned and I turned to foolish ideas to be beside you. I needed my brothers to open my eyes and scold me for being childish, for making me hope that I might have your heart even if only half as much as you have mine," he reached for you hand, gently squeezing it in his hold, reassuring you that he meant every single word of his.

"I love you," you blurted out, astonished by his speech, your own words surprising you.

"You do?" he asked, afraid to believe the words he has longed to hear from you.

"I do," you nodded, this time with more confidence, earning a wholehearted smile from Benedict as he leaned closer and wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in his arms.

"I made you cry, didn't I?" he asked as he pulled away slightly, enough for him to be able to look in your eyes as he placed his hands on your cheeks.

"It wasn't you. I was emotional, because I wasn't sure how long I would be able to stay beside you as a friend before it became too much to handle," you giggled awkwardly, feeling as if you have said too much.

"It was still my fault. I didn't consider your feelings," he shook his head, disapproving of his own actions. The tip of his thumb gently brushed across your bottom lip, leaving you with a ticklish feeling. "Have you been biting your lips again?" he asked as his eyes focused on your mouth. His attentiveness, his attention to detail and his closeness made you swallow nervously.

"I might have," you whispered, not daring to raise your voice any louder. Feeling his breath on your lips, the proximity between your faces, his warm palms on your cheeks made you feel intoxicated.

"You shouldn't do that. From now on talk to me when something bothers you," he spoke in a low tone, his voice soothing, making you feel safe. "You are doing it again," he chuckled, his eyes completely captured by the way your teeth bit on your lip, but this time it wasn't nervousness, but excitement. His closeness affected every tiny part of your body. "It really makes me want to kiss you," he breathed, completely mesmerised by your lips, as if an invisible force was pulling him towards you. You felt your heart beating at a dangerous pace, almost as if threatening to escape your chest and you could swear Benedict heard it just as well.

"Hmm," you hummed in a reply, incapable of creating a coherent sentence, before closing the gap between the two of you, a certain confidence rush taking over your actions. Instead of the surprised reaction you expected from Benedict, a playful chuckle left his lungs.

"Impatient, it seems," he added, before he returned your kiss, pulling you closer to himself, enjoying the feeling of your body in his embrace. He has imagined over and over again how it could feel to kiss you, to hold you, but none of those made-up scenarios could ever compete against the reality and the content it filled him with. "I wish to genuinely court you this time," he added as he pulled away from you.

"I very much hope so," you giggled happily, earning a playful eye roll from Benedict, before he captured your lips once again, wrapping his arms around you securely.

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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Word counting: 3.5K

Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.

A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.

And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.

After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.

Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.

Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.

- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.

He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.

- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.

- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.

- “Thank you for taking care of him.”

- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”

- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”

I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.

But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.

- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously

- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.

- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”

- “Thank you, Kim, but...”

- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.

- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.

- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.

- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”

- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”

- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”

- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”

And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.

I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.

- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”

We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.

Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.

- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.

- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”

- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.

- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

- “We are not going to her “little get-together,” by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.

- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.

- “Which plans?”

- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”

- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”

- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.

But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.

I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.

- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.

- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.

- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.

- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.

- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.

Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.

- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”

- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”

- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.

- “I would love to! Thank you!.”

I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.

But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.

At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.

- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.

- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”

- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”

Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.

Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.

But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.

- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.

- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.

- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.

- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.

- “Another?”

- “Sure!”

And suddenly, we were on our own.

- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.

- “A little over ten months.”

- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”

- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.

- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”

- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”

- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.

- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.

- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”

- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.

- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”

And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.

I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.

But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.

She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.

- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”

- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.

- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.

- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled

- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused

- “Of course not! Why would I?”

- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”

- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”

Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.

- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”

- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”

Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.

- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”

My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.

- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.

- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”

- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.

- “I feel like I did.”

- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”

- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.

- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.

- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”

- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.

- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.

- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.

- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”

Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.

- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.

- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.

- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”

- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused

- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”

- “What?! No way”

- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”

- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”

- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.

- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”

- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.

- “Whatever my wife wants.”

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Birds and Bees

Summary: Dick Grayson just wanted to make some coffee before morning training with the team. He was not exactly inspecting to discover that Damian and Raven are in a relationship and were having a make out session in the kitchen and he was also not inspecting to have a very specific conversation with him about it either.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own anything from the DC universe or the Teen Titans :)

Notes: We get to see Dick being a big brother to Damian 😁

It had started out as a decent morning so far for Dick Grayson. He woke up when the sun rising with different patches of pink and oranges surrounding the room of his Tamaranian girlfriend that was sleeping soundly next to him.

He turned from the window to lean down to kiss the top of her hair before he got up from the bed and grabbed some clothes that was scattered around the floor below him and quietly slip out of the room to get started on coffee before the start of morning training with the team. He hummed a random tune as he made his way down to the kitchen to get started but suddenly paused his moments because of hushed voices that was coming from the kitchen.

“What if someone walks in?” Said a voice that sounded a lot like Raven.

Dick’s eyebrow lifted with interest as he leaned against the wall that would lead him to the kitchen, wondering who the quiet empath was talking to and what could she be doing.

“No one would dare to interrupt us Raven.”

Dick’s mouth fell open when he recognized Damian’s low voice. What was Damian Wayne doing in the kitchen with Raven? Granted, ever since the lavender eyed empath had brought in the Great Dane puppy named Titus now three years old, he had noticed that they’ve gotten closer ever since. In his eyes he shouldn’t even be surprise that they would be in the kitchen probably making tea. Maybe with the way things were said made him think that they were talking about something completely not so innocent things.

He was about to walk in to greet the young hero birds when suddenly things had gotten quiet, and it made him pause his steps when he started hearing what it sounded like heavy breathing. Seconds later, his whole body froze when he started hearing kissing noises. A sound that he was too familiar with because he had shared a ton of kisses with Kori.

Wait, kissing noises?! Since when have these two started kissing? And why in the kitchen of all places?! That’s why there’s tons of room in the tower! They cook in the kitchen!

“Damian….” Dick heard Raven muttered breathlessly. “We should really go somewhere else with this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Raven.” Damian told her, reassuring her before the sounds of kissing and heavy breaths resumed.

Dick shook his head as he rakes his fingers through dark hair as he started pacing in circles, wondering about what to do in this situation. He wants to know why him of all people that he had to be the one to catch them kissing in the kitchen? Should he even interrupt them?

His blue eyes widen as more thoughts entered his mind. What if—they’ve been doing more than just kissing? Dick shook his head at the thought, but he knows that he should do something and fast. He sighed heavily when he realized that he very soon he was going to have a very serious conversation with the teen hero. A conversation that he was all too familiar with.

Dick squared his shoulders and took a deep breath before striding into the kitchen and found the teens leaning against the counter making out with their arms wrapped around each other. Dick smiled at them when they had pulled away quickly once they had noticed that they were no longer alone in the kitchen. “Good morning!” he said, humming when he had walked over to start the coffee pot. “Don’t mind me, please continue!”

“Grayson…” The youngest Robin said through clenched teeth. “How long were you there?”

Dick eyed the annoyed former assassin that was standing very close to the embarrassed empath with a protective arm wrapped around her. Dick shrugged his shoulders when he smirked at him. “Not long don’t worry. How long has this been going on? I am extremely curious.”

“That’s none of your business.” Damian said, narrowing his emerald eyes at the older raven-haired man.

Dick rolled his eyes when he turned around to put creamer in his coffee, making sure to stir it with a spoon that he had grabbed from a drawer before taking a small sip. “Then you should’ve gone somewhere with a bit more… privacy,” he pointed out to him nonchalantly. “After all, there are hundreds of rooms in this tower.”

Dick cocked his head to the side as he tapped the edge of the coffee cup with a finger, watching Raven remove herself from Damian’s hold that he had on her protectively. “I should…” her violet eyes looked at his ocean ones for a moment before her eyes looked down elsewhere to avoid his curious stare. “Take Titus for a walk.” He smiled at her as he watched her walk out of the kitchen to leave Dick and Damian alone.

The two of them held contest and Dick never removed his azure eyes away from the forest irises as he continues sipping his coffee slowly on purpose, waiting for the youngest hero to say something to break the silence that had fell between them after she had left. He chuckled when Damian folded his arms tightly over his chest and Dick assumes that he was probably plotting at least over a hundred ways to kill him right about now.

“So…” Dick began, clearing his throat as he sat his coffee down on the counter next to him and leaned casually against it. “You and Raven huh? I am quite surprised,” he told him truthfully, scratching the back of his neck. “How long has this been going on?”

His lips curled up in a lopsided smirk when he saw a flash of pink on Damian’s cheeks. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Damian. Though, I need to know something.”

“And I told you before Grayson,” Damian muttered out through clenched teeth. “It’s none of your damn business. So, there’s nothing that you need to know about what’s going on between Raven and I.”

The former Robin rolled his eyes at the hostility that he was receiving. He knows that the son of his mentor can be difficult at times and he had hoped that he would be willing to open up or at least talk to him rather than the Dark Knight himself. Maybe if Dick haven’t been teasing him about the new discovery of Damian’s relationship with Raven, he would’ve had a different outcome. He sighed heavily as he thought of another way to ask him questions.

“If we are done here…” Damian said, making his way out of the kitchen after he had grown tired of Dick’s pestering but stopped on his heels when he heard the older hero clearing his throat and he looked over his shoulder with a tight frown. “What?”

“I… am happy for you Dami,” Dick ignored the scowl that the youngest Robin was giving him at the nickname. “It’s just, uh,” he muttered as he tried to come up with an idea on how to start this conversation in a way that wouldn’t be awkward for the two of them even though it was mainly about the younger male. “I know that it’s not my business, but I think we need to have a conversation about something.” He nodded his head towards the medium size kitchen table, lifting a brow when he had walked over to sit down in one of the chairs and pointed to the other one that was across from him.

“What kind of conversation Grayson?” Damian asked, trying to decide if he should walk over to the chair or to just simply walk away from him all together. He doesn’t have time for riddles or games with the annoying hero that was waiting patiently for him to walk over to sit with him. “Tell me now. I do not have time for this.”

“Oh? Then I guess we should hurry then so you can get back to Raven.” Dick didn’t miss the way Damian’s cheeks turn slightly pink at her name. He smiled when Damian finally decided to walk over to across from him reluctantly after a few seconds of silence. “Good. Good,” he pushed back a few loose strands of his hair as he chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully as he tries to figure out on how to start the conversation.

“Well? Out with it. Or I will walk out of here.” Damian told him, breaking into Dick’s thoughts. He folded his arms over his chest and shot him a glare. “Now,” he demanded when Dick didn’t say anything more.

“Are you two…” Dick started to say before stopping himself as he tries to think of a term to say. He could tell from the annoyed stare that Damian was giving him that he was about two seconds away from leaving the kitchen all together. “Active?”

“What do you mean by active?” Damian asked, knitting his brows together.

Dick shifted awkwardly in his chair as he tried not to let the young hero know that he was quite uncomfortable in this situation. He rubbed the back of his neck and sucked in a breath. “Are you two sexually active?” he tried again with more confidence this time. “You can be honest with me, Dami,” he added when he saw Damian narrowing his green irises at him.

“ I told you before that it’s not your damn—”

“Business? Yea, I know. You’ve told me that at least twice now,” Dick interrupted with a sort, shaking his head when he had leaned forward in his chair. “Listen. I want us to be honest with each other alright. Can you please just answer the question.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what sexual intercourse is. We don’t need to have a conversation about this.” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes as his patience started to grow thin.

Dick mentally groaned at Damian’s response of the topic and pursed his lips together in a thin line. “Just because you know about the basics of it doesn’t mean you actually know what it is,” he pointed out, folding his arms over chest as he tried not to smirk when Damian eased his glare at him. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he tried again, sighing heavily as he uncrossed his arms. “Have you two…”

“We haven’t…. not yet,” Damian jumped in, clearing his throat as he tries his best to avoid Dick’s ocean stare from across the table.

Dick released his breath that he didn’t realize he was holding when the teen had finally answered his question. He felt relieved at his answer and knew it must’ve been awkward for him. He had felt that way before when he was his age, but his conversation was with the Dark Knight and it had gone quite differently with him. Dick knew that he was different from Damian’s father and yes there were times that he needed to be serious especially on missions but overall, he believes that he has an interesting personality. At least, that’s what Kori would tell him.

“Good! I mean…” Dick paused when the former assassin narrowed his eyes at him. “That’s not what I meant. Promise,” he added quickly. “What I mean is that’s good that you two haven’t yet. That means that there is still time to…” he glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to collect his thoughts together. “Talk about it. Yea, that’s it!”

Damian lifted a brow at the former Robin. “So, what you are telling me is that I should simply ask Raven if she’s willing to copulate with me?”

Dick stared at him blankly at his choice of words that came from the raven-haired teen and had completely forgotten his brain works differently than his and he knows more vocabulary than him. “Yes…” he responded slowly, shaking his when his mind went back to the word that Damian had used. “But don’t use that word. You might get sent to a different dimension if you do,” he warned him. “You have to be more romantic about it and less you about it,” he explained to him.

“How Grayson?” Damian asked slowly. “I’ve done romantic things with her before,” he told him, and Dick’s lips turned upwards when he saw Damian’s olive cheeks turn pink. “But not like this,” he admitted quietly.

“Oh?” Dick wanted to tease the little Robin again about his new relationship, but he held back instead. He could tease him later. He was honestly shocked that Damian even had a romantic side to begin with. “I see,” he said, changing his teasing tone to a calmer one. “Just do what you would normally with her and when the timing is right you bring it up casually. Also,” he paused suddenly as he tried to think of a way to bring this side of the topic up. “You have to make sure that you use protection.”

“You can say condom Grayson. I am not a child. Anything else?” Damian asked, pushing his chair back and was about to get up from the table. “Anything else Grayson?” he asked when Dick didn’t answer right away.

“You need to be…careful with her Damian,” Dick told him after a lull of silence. He made sure to look directly into the young Robin’s emerald irises as he said this. Dick could tell that the teen was confused by what he had meant as his brows furrowed together. “It could hurt her. The first time I mean,” he explained to him slowly. “You have to be gentle with her. You can’t be rough with her. You must communicate with her. If she says to stop…you stop. It’s not all about you. Understand?” he asked in a stern voice.

“I…understand.” Damian said, balling his fists at his side. “I would never to something that could possibly hurt her.”

Dick nodded his head, knowing that Damian had meant what he said and stood up from his chair to walk over towards him. He watched the young hero look at him curiously when Dick reached over to ruffle his hair playfully. “Little D, I am glad that we had this talk,” he told him, chuckling when Damian swatted his hand away from his hair.

“Grayson… enough with the nicknames,” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes when he tried to fix his hair the way he had it earlier. He sighed in frustration when his hair wouldn’t go back to way it was before and decided to leave it be. “I’m going to check to see if Raven is back with Titus,” he told him, walking over to the open entryway that separates the kitchen and the living room. He paused his moments and looked over his shoulder to see the older hero making another cup of coffee with two cups instead one and knew that the other cup was for the red haired Tamaranian.

Dick could feel the pair of forest eyes on him as he put sugar in the coffees but didn’t turn around. “Got something on your mind?” he asked as he used the same spoon to stir the creamer he had poured in Kori’s coffee.

“I would like to thank you,” Damian said, and Dick smiled as he looked down at the light brown liquid. “And I will take heed your advice.”

“You are quite welcome D,” Dick said, turning around to face him with two mugs in his hands. He smirked as he walked by him. “Raven is a nice girl. Just take care of her okay?”

“She is… quite nice,” Damian agreed with a nod as he tried his best not to blush as he thought about the woman with maroon eyes and short plum hair. “And I will take care of her with my life. You have my word.”

“I know that you will.” Dick said, nudging his shoulder lightly against the youngest Robin. “Just…” he grinned wickedly as he quickly walked a safe distance away in case of retaliation. “Make sure you guys don’t do it in the kitchen. I’m so damn glad that I didn’t see anything weird besides kissing when I had walked in.”

“Grayson, I am plotting your demise as we speak.”

AN: Hi! I always feel Damian and Dick get along extremely well and I can picture them having this sort of conversation lol and Dick would definitely tease Damian about Raven too lol. Hope you guys liked it!!:)

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