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bitebitesnap · 9 months

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Time Skip (Time Patroller!Vegeta/Reader)

AN: I hate this! Very much! It's not my best and I know it, but I reallly wanted to write this silly idea with Vegeta and tbh, I think I made it more complicated than it needed to be. I'm not sure how well I managed to get his personality down and make Reader interesting so please be nice to me-

Pairings: Vegeta/Reader, Goku/Reader and Trunks/Reader suggested

“Hm. And you’re sure of this?”

“Yep. Seems like Fu’s been really active lately.” You take a sip, exhaling warmth, “The later quadrant of the 3rd dynasty has been in a wreck. The Namekians tried their best to remove the problems caused by suddenly having to deal with a wartorn Saiyan instead of the usual overgrown frog monster.”

Vegeta hummed, eyes closed in thought. The cup in his hand steamed softly, light blue glass tapping under a finger. His eyes were closed in silent bliss as he brought the warm drink to his lips, “You’d think he’d get over this ridiculous stretch for power. Surely after all his stunts he’s regained enough of himself to be content after the mockery we made of him.”

You shrugged, “Well maybe he just wants to kick your asses sooner.” His bitter grunt went ignored, “Speaking of,” The red cup was set down onto its plate, “Is Goku going to come back anytime soon? I’ve been wondering about that for the past hour now.” He could feel the weight of those curious eyes falling upon him in a familiar leer. The urge to scoff was pushed down-did you think so low of the idiot already?

Vegeta sighed through his nose, “The idiot is out on another solo mission. Some bullshit involving Earth this time, Fu seems to have thoroughly pissed him off by removing some important events and resetting triggers again.” A light twitch to his brow belayed his suppressed irritation, but the glass in hand barely rippled. It would be unlike him to let a perfectly good drink go to waste.

The brow raise at his statement was palpable, “Really? What kind of events?” The table rocked just so when you stood. Clearly the buffoon screwed something up in the base again–probably from fucking you too hard on it, again. Which he would have to repair. Again.

He was quickly tiring of cleaning the moron's mess.

Instead, he focused on his drink, delightfully warm in his grasp. A special blend, made from a hybrid of earl grey and some similar variant from planet Vegeta he had swiped the seeds of during his last visit. Though unfortunately it was very bitter on it’s own, something even the prince admitted was not very pleasant. But adding a few of the more passive leaves from Earth seemed to be enough to drop the acidity, making a near spicy tingle to an otherwise placid delight.

“The one involving that woman he met as a cub.”

All movement paused on your end of the table, halfway between grabbing your dishes. His senses ticked on the curl to your energy that belated the little sneer you'd make whenever you heard something unsavory. The dishware clinked softly as he set the empty cup down, the little saucer being pushed aside.

“...Chi-Chi?” Your voice was soft, he noted. Quieter than your normal bite, “...What did he do to her?” Though you tried–for which he would commend–there was still a wavering note to your voice. A sign of what to come if he spoke the wrong words; sadly, it was all he had for tonight.

“..She was killed. Found dead by the boy version of himself before he could ever know her.” His arms, sleeveless in his blue one piece undersuit, crossed over his firm chest with a finger tapping at his bicep, “It appears he had found her too late and the reptoid chasing her caught up. No doubt because of that twisted imp Fu’s meddling.”

Finally he let his eyes open. A glance towards the woman worthy of being his mate told him all he needed to know.

You were not his former wife. His wife would have been calculating strategies the moment the words left his lips. Her blue eyes would shine with the deep intelligence he’d fallen for, the respect he bore proudly on his breast shining through his own as she dug deep into her mind at possible retribution for such actions and ways to rectify everything back to normal.

It was hours like these where he was consistently reminded of the differences. His old mate was fire incarnate, bursting into a roaring blaze at the sound of any insolence. She would immediately launch into tirades of the bastard’s tyranny and how she’d give him a piece of her mind-something that commonly led to more romps in the bedroom than he could count.

Yet, while you bore the same intense fire and will Bulma had, your reactions differed vastly.

Tonight you were silent. Your eyes, so unlike his old mate’s, stared at the cold stone with a hard glare as if you intended to break it. If given the power he wouldn't be surprised if you did. Though he could see through the farce you had laid--behind the presented anger on your face the vapidness he’d only seen on planets he conquered centuries ago stalwartly remained. A gaze warriors make when presented with an unwinnable scenario yet refusing to surrender.

He knew you wouldn't admit it, but you were about to cry. He commended you for trying but the salt twisting in your scent gave her away.

A brow of his own raised, “Woman-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, grabbing his cup and heading to the kitchen, “I know he gets emotional about it. I’ll keep some leftovers in the fridge for his stupid ass when he gets home.” The bite in your words was twice as venomous than a stake to the heart. Fury barely suppressed stoked the flames of your ki and he curled his lip at it stabbing into his own.

Of course you’d gone from upset to angry, like all the times before whenever one of them acted like an idiot. If you were a Saiyan he’d be more than aroused by your rage–and he had been many times–but the reason behind your ire was a bucket of ice water to any fire in his loins.

The topic of their former wives was delicate. You’d accepted it was their past, part of them to the core-it wasn’t like you were going to reject their offerings after all this time. But he knew the topic itself was still difficult to cover. You’d been told how long they’d been married and mated. The loss had been devastating- one of the many reasons you’d been their choice next was related to the intense pain both elder Saiyans had felt. To know that one of your mates was reliving the grief had to be an immense weight on your shoulders. Coupled with the insecurity you were undoubtedly revisiting, he knew you were in turmoil.

Though he could not help the twist in his gut at having to address the issue once more. A bitter coldness dripped into his ribs, the resentment palpable but contained. You were, at your own core, still human. The frailty you fought hard to hide would still find ways to break through regardless of the power shared between you and them. He turned the irritation inward at his own ridiculous response–he could not expect you to be as complacent as a normal Saiyan.

Though it didn't stop it from being annoying.

Silently he stood up. The chair was scooted back against the table, cup abandoned for now as he entered the kitchen, arms crossed firmly over his chest. Those angry eyes that could rake gooseflesh over his skin were focused intently on the dishes clattering within the sink. The rag squelched soapy suds across the glassware in your irate scrubbing, as if you could scratch out the feelings within. You were completely involved in the task, which left you wide open.

You yelped when your feet were swept out from beneath you, “Vegeta what-!?”

“Quiet, woman.” Firm, muscled arms braced underneath your back and knees as you were hoisted up against his broad chest. The awkward dangle of your long legs and shoulder nearly being shoved into his cheek went ignored as always as he turned away from the sink.

He could feel your confused glare burning into his cheek while he trudged out of the kitchen. Your legs dangled over his arm, back in an awkward angle from his hold. The bemusement seeping from your gaze raised his hackles when he had to scrunch your body together just to squeeze out of the doorframe in the dining room to the living room and it took tremendous effort not to glare in your direction. Instead he dropped onto the couch, cradling his mate in his lap.

Even at this angle you were still so much larger. An eyebrow twitched when his shoulder propped up your bicep, your knees squished up on the other side of his chest in a familiar crushed carry. And yet he could feel you were so very small right now as he held your in his grasp. He could hear how your heart thrummed like a bird in a cage, held back by the irritated glare you leveled at him

“Vegeta what are you doing.” It wasn’t a question. You stated what you wanted, a fact he found incredibly attractive even with your current state. He knew you were upset, both at his actions and the situation you’d found yourself in, but he;d be damned if he didn’t remedy the clear mistake in your logic.

"I know you're overthinking again." You fell silent, no doubt staring at him in mute shock, "You're second guessing Kakarot's bond to you. You're thinking about how he doesn't respond with the same anger whenever you are in danger, and maybe you've even got the insane idea that he would return to the woman of his past." A soft swallow bobbed in your throat. The sound drew him to glance at you, tracing the downward path of your soft skin from the corner of his eyes. Tense as a drum, a frustrated frown on your lips.

"Well I'm going to tell you to get over yourself. The fact you have such little faith in his bond to you is unacceptable, even if he is an idiot. He spent decades on his own grieving the loss of his first mate. It was damn near pathetic how inconsolable the bastard was, always lamenting what he lost and giving me a headache even when he understood I was going through the same." His eyes closed as he glanced away. Remembering the burning pain never ending in his ribs, the encroaching darkness that remained at the edge of his consciousness. It was maddening how close he'd come to reverting to his old ways just to bury his feelings deep until he was nothing but a ball of rage again.

Yet he held firm, glaring holes into the far wall, "And then he found you. And he refused to shut up about it. He prattled on about your face, your voice, not even your name was spared as he made a fool out of himself. He could barely focus during training and got plenty of what he deserved when he allowed his thoughts to drift to you." The prince scoffed, "Even Trunks could see the obsession festering in that idiot long before he could admit it to himself. It was as humiliating to watch as it was to hear."

Finally he set his narrowed gaze to yours, "If you honestly believe he would leave you to return to his old life, after all the blood and pain we've gone through to make you ours, then you're sorely mistaken. And I do not want my mate to be so weak as to have waning faith in her mates."

You were staring at him. The irritation was still present in your eyes but had lost much of it;s intensity. A cute flush began to decorate your cheeks, but it was ruined by the all too familiar struggle of you trying not to laugh. Indignant by your amusement he glared harder, to which you snorted outright.

"You're terrible at making people feel better, aren't you." Your snickering made him huff and look away annoyed, "Don’t be like that, it was cute.” A low growl, “Alright, handsome. You're very handsome when you try." His obstinance weakened when you drew him back with your fingertips on his jaw, kissing his cheek. Had he been a weaker man he would have blushed harder, "Although I didn’t expect you to defend Goku of all people. Are you starting to go soft on him now?"

A snort had him rolling his eyes, "Of course not. I don’t play favorites, especially with Kakarot. It’s just insulting that you think so little of his attachment to you as if he would return to his old life like a cowering dog. And I will not stand to have our Saiyan ways defiled by your ignorance." Now he was letting her go in favor of crossing his arms, refusing to look at her.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, "Fine, I'm sorry alright. You're right, I was overthinking." You waved at his glare while sliding off his lap to the cushion next to him. Your hands busied themselves by straightening the rolled up sleeves of your sweater back down over your wrists while he clicked his tongue at you.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to him. It was his bond you insulted, not mine." With a nod to the closed door he settled into the couch more comfortably. You glanced at him when his arm found it;s way over your shoulders and hauled you into his side, "But I doubt he will be back anytime soon, so get comfortable."

You sighed, “Fine, I’ll just find something to do until then.” With a brief peck to his jaw you made to get up but instead, found you couldn't. A few tugs on his grip proved it sturdy and your wide eyes found his, "Wait, are you going to hold me until he gets back?" Another, harder pull did not change his hold, the beginnings of a smirk tugging the edge of his lips. You faced him with a glare, "Vegeta, I can’t sit here all night."

He raised an elegant brow, unphased, "And why is that? Tell me, is it because you neglected to finish the cleaning you set out to do this morning and have been reduced to doing it late at night." When you failed to answer, indignant rage immediate on your face, he smirked, "Of course you did, lazy woman. You just sat around like a princess waiting to be serviced didn't you? Expecting me or Kakarot to help you through them, I assume?"

Your pout was at full force, "Kind of, yeah. But let me guess, his royal shortness wasn't going to, was he."

His brow twitched but his smug grin remained, "Not even being my mate will spare you from your own incompetence." A devious chuckle answered your miserable groan.

"I know Goku will." The bite punctuated you turning away with your nose in the air. A desperate attempt to gain ground in the argument.

"You could ask Kakarot to rearrange the planets and he would do it for you." He dismissed the thought with a wave of his free hand, reclining back into the couch. Checkmate.

You leveled an unimpressed raise of your brow at him, "You say that like you wouldn't." Unexpected play, but he could retaliate still.

Just as uninterested his gaze lazily flowed towards your lips and back, "As an action to prove my loyalty to you, I would go to any limit. Even bringing the head of that Fu bastard to your feet if you desired." Ground reclaimed, checkmate.

You cringed, "Gross, no. That's Hell to get out of the carpet." Of course you weren;t the same level of tactician as he, but you were much wiser in knowing when to forfeit before the combat became too much.

He shared a soft chuckle with you in place of verbal sparring, exhilarating as it was. The tension had ebbed out of the air, a peaceful silence falling into the room. He could turn on the TV, since the remote was sitting on the coffee table mere feet away, but he was comfortable as he was. His mate was leaning into his side, pacified once more and his son and Kakarot were nowhere to be seen for the next few hours. He had you all to himself for the foreseeable future, but all he wanted was to remain as he was with you in his grasp.

A soft kiss to his cheek made him grunt, "Thank you, though. For trying to make me feel better." You grinned at him from above, your head nestled down into his shoulder.

He stubbornly ignored the warmth on his cheeks as he let the traces of a smile grace his face. Instead he pressed you even closer in an attempt to drown out the thundering beat of his heart in his ears.

#vegeta x reader #goku x reader #trunks x reader #the bite writes #dragon ball #this took me over a week to write the basics #then nearly a whole month to finish :)#I am in pain

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Something Blue - Part 4

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PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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May 28th, 1985

3:56 PM

“I’m so excited for tonight!” Emma said as she threw her body next to yours on your couch. “Thank you so much for planning this, Beth. I love you both so much.” She took your hand in hers while smiling at Beth, who stood a few feet away, a pen and a notebook in her hand.

“You’re welcome,” Beth mumbled, returning the smile before going back to scribbling on the yellow paper.

“I’m excited for your wedding,” you grab a throw pillow and place it on your lap. “I still can’t believe you want me to be your bridesmaid.”

Emma had asked you to be her bridesmaid and Beth to be her maid of honor, and to say that you were thrilled would be an understatement. “Of course I want you as my bridesmaid. You’re my friend,” Emma answered, laying her head on your shoulder.

“I can’t believe I’m the only one freaking out about the flower arrangement mess up,” Beth muttered as she flipped onto a new page of the notebook. “Your wedding is in less than a week and the morons at the flower shop messed up everything. How are you not freaking out right now?”

Emma just shrugged, grabbing the bowl of chips you put on the coffee table earlier. “They’re the best in town,” she said. “I have faith they’ll get it sorted in time.”

If Beth was a cartoon character, you’re sure there would be steam coming out of her ears right now. “Faith? Are you serious right now?” She dropped the notebook onto the table and crossed her arms. “And what if they don’t get it sorted in time? What will we do then?”

“Then we make sure to not recommend them to anyone and figure something out with another florist,”

Beth’s eyes widened at Emma’s calmness, frustration clear on her face as she sat down on the armrest of the couch. “Beth, you’re freaking out more than the bride is,” you said, making her look over at you, her shoulders tensing up. “Just relax. Everything will work out in the end.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Beth mumbled, grabbing a handful of chips from Emma. “You got the easy job. I’m the maid of honor. All these fuck ups fall on me.”

You tried not to let the way she said her role get to you, but she really didn’t need to say it in a way that she knew would make you feel less important. She was stressed, after all, and a perfectionist. You knew she didn’t mean to sound so mean so you hide the small ounce of hurt you felt and instead just shrug your shoulders.

“Would you like to resign?” Emma asked, putting the bowl down beside her. “I don’t want you stressing out over this.”

“No, no, I want to be your maid of honor, I just,” Beth trailed off, her shoulders dropping slightly as she exhaled loudly. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

“And everything will be perfect,” Emma assured her, reaching over and squeezing her knee. “I’ll have my two best girls with me on what will be the best day of my life. How could it not be perfect?”

You smile at her, bumping your leg with hers. “Speaking of stress,” Beth starts, looking at you. “How are your classes going?”

Your smile falters at the mention of your current school situation. You were stressed beyond belief at the moment and you thought you had been doing a pretty decent job at hiding it. You really wanted to avoid getting asked about it. “They’re….going,” you trail off. You were beginning to feel pressured with both Emma and Beth staring at you and it had you squeezing the pillow tightly. “I’m a bit behind in one of them, but I’ll find the time to catch up. I’m not worried.”

You say that, but you know very well that your face said otherwise.

Emma reached over and placed her hand on your arm. “Should you be going out tonight? If you want to stay in and focus on your studies, I totally understand. I don’t want you falling even more behind just for me,”

“No,” you say and place your hand on hers. “I want to come tonight. It’s your night and I want to be there to celebrate with you.”

Studies will come later.

“Okay,” Emma nodded, giving you a soft smile. “Let me know if you need any help studying or anything like that. I was in college, too, once.”

“Thank you,”

“Did you apply for that volunteer thing at the hospital?” Beth asked, placing another chip in her mouth, making her words sound mumbled.

“Yeah, I did,” you answered. “I haven’t heard anything back yet.”

“Don’t worry,” Beth gave you two thumbs up. “You got this. They need you more than you need them.”

You smile at her and in that moment you had never felt more grateful for your friends. You seriously didn’t know what you did to deserve them.

“Thanks, Beth,”

“You’re welcome,” she brushed her hands together, letting the crumbs fall from her fingers. “Now, let’s go get ready for tonight. Something tells me that it’s going to be one of the few we have left with the bride before Steven takes her away on some romantic honeymoon and never returns.”

May 29th, 1985

1:46 AM

Okay, so maybe going out tonight was a bad idea. Not only did it distract you from your much needed studying but you also let yourself get a bit too drunk. You were stumbling around the crowded bar, attempting to find Emma and Beth.

It had been too long since you saw them last and your drunk self was beginning to worry. You stumbled your way to the bar and steady yourself on the cracked marble. The bartender shook his head at you as he dried a glass. “No way,” he said. “I told you half an hour ago, you’re cut off.”

You rolled your eyes and waved your hand. “Does it look like I can handle another drink right now?” You asked and watched as he gave you a skeptical look. “I’m trying to find my friends. Have you seen the two girls I was with earlier?”

He looked in thought for a few seconds, putting the glass down and throwing the rag over his shoulder. “Remind me what they look like,”

You closed your eyes as you felt a headache forming. “Um, they both have brown hair, though one’s way lighter in color. The dark haired one was wearing a silver dress and had her hair curled,” you described your friends’ appearances as best as you could with your mind quickly becoming foggy. “The other is wearing a dark green dress with, like, six inch heels.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember them,” he said, grabbing the next glass to dry. “They went that way about ten minutes ago.”

He pointed in the direction of the bathrooms.

“One of them didn’t look so good,” you groaned, knowing that Beth couldn’t hold her drinks if you paid her.

“Thank you,” before you could turn around and head off towards the bathroom, the bartender, Derek, got your attention again.

“Before you go,” he said, sliding a tall glass towards you. “Drink this.”

“What is it?” You ask and pick up the drink, taking a sip.

“Water,” he grinned. “I told you, you’re cut off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered and drank the rest of it, putting the glass back down once you were done. “Thank you, again.”

With that, you walked on shaky legs to the darkened bathroom, opening the squeaky door and squinting at the harsh light. You held your hand up to it, blocking it from your eyes as you looked at the stalls. They were all empty except one and you could tell from the shoes that it was, in fact, Beth that was in it.

You walked over to it, opening the unlocked stall and peaking inside. Emma had Beth’s hair wrapped in a high ponytail to keep it out of her face in one hand while her other hand held onto her stomach. Laughs flooded from her mouth while all the drinks Beth consumed poured from hers.

“There you guys are,” you mumbled, walking over to the sink.

“Here we are!” Emma sang while Beth groaned.

“God, would you shut up?” She muttered before she was back to emptying her stomach, making Emma laugh harder.

You turned on the tap and gathered the water in your hands. Normally, you didn’t trust the water anywhere in Shadyside, with the exception of your own apartment, but you were beginning to sweat and needed something cold to cool you down enough to be able to help take care of Beth.

She groaned again and put her hand on her forehead, twisting the handle and standing up. “Fuck, I need to go home,” she mumbled.

“Me too,” Emma giggled, grabbing Beth’s arm and wrapping it around her shoulders.

“I’ll call Nick,” you say as you dry your face.

Nick told you to call him when you wanted to be picked up, though you were sure that he hadn’t expected it to be so late into the night.

Beth scoffed and opened her mouth to say something. Her eyes widened slightly before she was back down with Emma holding her hair up.

“Go call him,” Emma said as she leaned against the wall of the stall. “I’ll stay with her.”

You nodded, tossing the paper towel in garbage on your way out. You make your way back to the bar and meet the eyes of Derek. “Did you find your friends?”

“Yes,” you answer, rubbing your temple. “Do you have a phone I could use?”

He nodded and pointed to the phone hung up on the wall behind the bar. “Go for it,”

“Thanks,” you walk over to the phone and dial the number of your phone at the apartment. Nick stayed at your place while you, Beth and Emma went out. You ended up taking Beth’s car, knowing that you’d have to leave it there when Nick came to pick you up.

You and Beth had already planned for you to drive her to the bar the following day so she could get her car back. Nick would have driven you there and back but he was training late today and wouldn’t have been home in time.

As you waited for him to pick up, you closed your eyes as a wave of dizziness came over you. It rang for a few seconds, and you began to feel guilty that he had probably fallen asleep waiting for you.

“Yeah,” he answered and you could hear the tiredness in his voice. You knew then that he had fallen asleep. Not only was it evident in his voice but from the way he answered.

“Hi,” you say happily, your mood lifting at the sound of your boyfriend.

Nick laughed quietly on the other end. “Hi,”

“Do you feel like coming to get us now? Emma is totally out of it and Beth can barely stand,” you tell him, hearing his sigh he tried to hide.

“Yeah, I can come get you,” he mumbled and you could hear as he grabbed his keys. “How are you holding up?”

Your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s from his question or the temperature of the bar. “I think I drank too much,” an embarrassed laugh escaped you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you answer way too quickly. “I just miss you. Will you be here soon?”

“I’m on my way,” he mumbled. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” was all he said before he hung up and you were left to wait.

Beth and Emma stumbled out of the bathroom and nearly fell face first into a nearby table. You quickly walk over to them and wrap Beth’s left arm around your shoulder while Emma holds onto her right one. “Is your boyfriend coming?” Beth asked, her voice lowering as the three of you walked towards the exit.

“Yeah, I called him,” you say, missing the way she rolled her eyes. “He’s on his way.”

“Thank God,” Emma said, adjusting Beth’s arm so it was also wrapped around her shoulders. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold up this lightweight.”

Beth scoffed but didn’t disagree. To be fair, all three of you were not the best at holding your drinks. Emma was drunk after three shots and a beer, while you were tipsy after the first drink. Beth was better at downing drinks, but she never knew when to stop. This definitely wasn’t the first time you’ve had half her body weight on you as you attempt to exit a bar.

“You’re the lightweight,” Beth said as she nearly tripped over her heels. Luckily, both you and Emma had a tight hold on her.

“Maybe we should get her some water?” Emma asked and you nodded in agreement. You ditched the pathway that led to the exit and instead made your way back to the bar for the third time. “Can we get some water, please?”

Derek laughed at the sight of Beth hanging off you and Emma. “Sure thing,”

“Hey,” Beth said, looking at Derek. “You’re cute.”

“Hey,” he said back, handing you the glass of water. “You’re wasted.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, sipping on the water as you brought the rim of the glass to her lips. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re smoking hot.”

Emma gave you a confused look. Even in her drunken state, she still didn’t appreciate Beth flirting with another guy when she was with John.

“Okay, boozy,” you say after she finishes the water. “Let’s go get some air.”

Beth waved goodbye to Derek and wrapped her arms around you and Emma once more, letting you lead her outside.

It was then that you saw Nick standing by his car, his hands in his pockets. He looked extremely hot, though you were sure that was amplified by your drunk thoughts. He was dressed in grey sweats, a black t-shirt that was covered by the black jean jacket you loved, and black converse.

Your mind quickly becomes consumed with thoughts of your overly attractive boyfriend and you let go of Beth, making her grab onto Emma and put most of her weight on her, and throw yourself at Nick.

He caught you easily, his hands slipping out of his pockets to hold onto your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips press to his, taking him by surprise. “You came!” You say happily, hugging him.

He hugged you back, turning his head to look over at your friends. He nodded at Emma as a greeting before looking at the girl hanging from her body. “How is she?” He asked, not really caring to know the answer.

“She’s fine!” Emma answered. “She’s heavy, though, so could you…you know?” Her hold on Beth was quickly becoming weaker and Nick nodded in understanding. He pulled away from you and opened the passenger door of his car, ushering you inside.

He opens the back door for Emma after closing yours, walking over to the struggling girl. “Go on,” he nodded towards the open door. “I got her.”

Emma hands Beth off and gets in the back, her body immediately slumping against the seat. The last thing Nick ever wanted was to be this close to Beth. He held her against him, his hand holding hers that was draped over his shoulder and craned his neck so his face was as far away from hers as possible.

He basically had to carry her over to the other side of the car, opening the back door and putting her limp body in the backseat with little to no caution. You were all too drunk to notice his roughness, anyway.

He closed the door and lingered outside for a few seconds, dreading the drive back with Beth, before getting into the driver’s seat. He turned to face you and saw you grinning back at him, your head pressed against the headrest. You looked so tired and he had no doubt that you drank too much because of your stress lately. He had asked many times about it, but you brushed it off and changed the subject every time.

He looked in the back and saw Emma laughing to herself, her hand placed over her mouth. Beth looked terrible, her face pale and sweaty. “Is she going to be sick?” He asked and Emma shrugged.

“She already threw up four times,” she said. “You’d think she’d have nothing left at this point.”

“I can answer for myself, thanks,” Beth muttered. “I’ll be fine as soon as I can get out of here and away from you.” Drunk Beth had even less of a filter than sober Beth, he figured out.

You reached back and smacked her knee in defense of your boyfriend. “Be nice to him,” you scolded. “Look how pretty he is.” Your hands grabbed either side of his face as you stared at him in awe.

Nick gently grabbed both your wrists in one hand, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand before placing both of them in your lap. He started the car and set off in the direction of your apartment. You told him that Emma and Beth would be staying at your place tonight so he wouldn’t have to drive across town to Emma’s house.

It was nearing 2:30 in the morning and Nick dreaded having to wake up in a few hours for training. Of course, he couldn’t complain too much, you were safe and with him after all. He’d rather lose sleep picking you up than leave you to figure out something for yourself. He knew that when you sobered up, you’d appreciate him taking care of both you and your friends when you were all not in the right state of mind.

Beth groaned from her seat behind him, cursing afterwards as Emma giggled. “Fuck, I don’t feel good,”

You turned around to look at her, your brows raising at her appearance. “You don’t look good,”

“Thanks,” she said sarcastically.

Nick rolled his eyes but no one saw as the car was completely dark. “I can pull over if you need-”

“No,” Beth nearly yelled. “I just need-”

When she cut herself off abruptly, Nick felt his heart drop. You turned around fully in your seat to figure out what was wrong. “You just need what?” Beth held her hand up as if to silence you. She looked even paler and her hand placed over her stomach was a telltale sign of what was to come. “Nick, maybe you should pull over-”

Just as you said that, the sound of someone retching filled your ears. Your eyes widened as you saw Beth duck her head down and threw up onto the floor of the backseat. Emma was silent for a few seconds before she burst out laughing.

Nick closed his eyes for a second and blew out a puff of air from his mouth. “Too late,” Beth mumbled from behind him. “Sorry.”

Yeah, I bet you are. Nick felt his shoulders tense up as he looked over at you, seeing the way your brows furrowed like they normally did before you cried. “Y/n,” he said and you turned to look at him, the tears now evident in your eyes. “No, don’t do that-”

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, your hands covering your face as the tears spilled onto your cheeks. Your mind was in a frenzy as your entire body burned from embarrassment, your words coming out slurred. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Nick shook his head, grabbing your hand when you reached out to him. Truth was, you had nothing to be sorry about. He asked Beth twice if she was going to be sick and both times she brushed him off then did it anyway. It was entirely her fault, and something told him she did it on purpose.

Your hand held his in a death grip, your other one tugging on his jacket. “I’m so sorry. This is so humiliating,”

Shaking his head again, Nick kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed the other on the back of your neck, bringing your body close to his. Your head rested against his chest, your fingers bunching up his shirt as he kept his hand there, holding your shaking body against his.

“It’s okay, baby,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You were definitely the sad drunk out of the group. His eyes flickered up and met Emma’s in the rearview mirror. “How’s she doing?”

Emma reached over and brushed Beth’s hair out of her face. “She’s sleeping,”

Great, now he’d have to carry her inside as well.

Emma grabbed Beth’s legs and placed them over hers so they weren’t dangling over her mess. Fuck, that’s going to be gross to clean up. Thank fuck for car mats.

Five minutes pass and the sight of your apartment building has Nick sighing quietly in relief. “Okay, we’re home,” he said, overly cheery for the current situation.

His voice had you opening your sore eyes and pushing yourself off him. Nick got out and helped you out first, your body slumping against him once your feet hit the ground. “Go help Beth,” you mumbled. “I can get upstairs by myself.”

You say that, but your wobbling legs failed to back up your statement. “I’m helping you first,” he said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and walking with you into the building. He ended up carrying you up the stairs and into your apartment, gently putting your tired body onto your bed.

Emma followed loosely behind you, using the walls as her support. She immediately fell onto the couch, wrapping the blanket that Nick fell asleep with earlier around her body.

Two down, one unbearable piece of work left.

He opened the back door and cringed at the sight of the contents of Beth’s stomach all over the floor. He dragged her to the edge of the seat, wrapping one arm around her back and the other around her knees.

He carried her upstairs and put her on the opposite end of the couch. Beth, in her sleep state, twisted her legs with Emma’s before he could even attempt to take her heels off. Fuck it, he has to go deal with the mess she left in his car, anyway. On his way out, he grabbed the paper towel roll and a disinfectant spray you kept in your kitchen.

Walking back out into the dark parking lot for the fourth time within the last hour, he opened the back door again and immediately threw the mat into the nearby trash can. It was infected beyond use and there was no way he was cleaning it off. Cleaning up Beth’s spew was probably the last thing he’d ever thought he’d have to do, and the thought and sight was making him feel sick.

He cleaned up most of it but knew he’d end up dropping it off at the cleaners before training within the next few hours.

He was quiet when he entered your apartment again, locking the door and quickly making his way to your room. The sound of Beth’s voice had him stopping when he was a few feet away. “You don’t deserve her,” she said, her voice at its normal pitch. If she didn’t want to wake up Emma, she should be a hell of a lot quieter. “You know that right?”

Nick was hardly paying attention to her, his mind foggy with thoughts of sleep, so her words sounded muffled. He walked over and stood above her, her figure barely visible in the dark living room. “What?”

“Y/n,” she said and at the mention of your name, his tiredness faded away. She had his full attention now. “You don’t deserve her.”

At that, Nick slowly got down into a crouching position and draped his arms over his knees. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn’t believe he was even giving her the time of day.

“It means you don’t deserve her. You’re bad for her, you know it and I know it,” she said, leaning up on her elbow. “Soon, she’ll see it, too.”

Nick shook his head, a dry laugh leaving his lips. “You’re drunk, Beth,” he simply said. “And delusional.”

“Call me what you want,” she muttered. “But we both know that you’re just going to end up breaking her heart.”

He refused to take any of this, let alone from Beth of all people. “That’s highly unlikely,” he said, standing back up. “Sleep tight, Beth.”

She reached over and grabbed his wrist, making him halt to a complete stop. “One day, she’ll know what you are,”

Crouching back down, he moved his face so it was only inches away from hers. “And what’s that?”

“A monster,” she said, her voice dripping with disgust. “A liar and a manipulator.”

Nick yanked his wrist away from her and stood up, knowing his height would most likely intimidate her into shutting up. “Alright,” he said, his voice void of any emotion. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. One day, soon, you’ll realise that you’re the one who doesn’t deserve her. And that you never did.”

He stepped away from the couch, watching as she squinted at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She seethed.

“You’re just a bad drunk who tries to make everything about her,” he said. “But you’re not doing that with me and my life, and you’re sure as hell not going to do that with her.”

Beth closed her mouth and glared at him. He shrugged and gave her a fake smile.

“Sweet dreams, boozy,” with that, he turned around and walked into your room, closing and locking the door behind him.

His angry eyes softened once they saw your sleeping form on the bed, your arms wrapped around a pillow and your legs dangling off the edge. He crouched down and slid off your heels before leaning over your body and slipped the straps of your black dress off your shoulders, ridding you from the fabric and leaving you in your bra and underwear. He pulled back the covers and moved your limp body so it was underneath.

He took off his jacket and got into bed next to you, your arm instinctively wrapping itself around his middle. He laid with you for a while, Beth’s words pissing him off more than he’d ever admit.

Who was she to think she knew anything about him when it was the other way around? He was all too familiar with girls like Beth, and nothing good ever came from them sticking their noses in places they have no business being in.

She was a constant threat to his relationship with you, a relationship he waited too long for, but he knew better than to act out on his need to eliminate said threat. He’d just have to put up with your best friend and hate her behind closed doors, for your sake.

May 29th, 1985

6:43 AM

Nick didn’t sleep much for the remainder of the night. How could he? He couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping under the same roof as a snake in the disguise of your best friend.

He was already late for training when he dressed himself in a black tank top and packed his duffle bag. He kept the grey sweats on from the prior night, seeing as he’d be sweating soon anyway.

He placed a quick kiss on your forehead, brushing a few fallen strands of hair from your face before he left your room. Emma and Beth were still sleeping, like you were, so he was quiet when he was leaving, using the key you gave him a few weeks ago to lock the door once he left.

Before he left, he called his brother and told him what happened to his car. Will was the worst person when it came to cleaning anything, so he had a bunch of people he paid to clean his house and cars. He said that he’d send someone to pick up and take care of his car, so Nick was left to walk to the gym where he trained. Luckily, it wasn’t too far of a walk, and even less far of a run, but since he had a bag slung over his shoulder, he stuck to walking. It would prepare him for the beat down he was bound to get from Mike, anyway.

Walking into the gym, Nick was met with silence. No one else was here except him, and Mike (though he wasn’t sure exactly where he was), which wasn’t unusual. Not many people in Shadyside woke up early and went to the gym first thing in the morning.

He set his bag down on the bench and walked around the training room, his eyes scanning for a glimpse of Mike. He could sense someone walking up behind him, but before he could turn around, the person grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into the wall in front of him. His chest makes contact first, saving his head and face from receiving the brunt of the impact. The person takes Nick’s arm and twists it, pinning it to his back once they are done.

“You’re dead,” the man whispered and Nick felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Mike’s voice. “And you’re late.”

“I know,” Nick says, pushing back against Mike. He lets him go, stepping away and letting him turn around. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on with you?” Mike asked, his voice laced with frustration. “You’re showing up late, only putting in half the effort you should, ignoring my calls-”

“I know,” Nick said again, getting defensive at the feeling of being cornered. “I didn’t sleep much last night and when I did it was early in the morning.”

“What’s the matter? You should be getting nine hours of sleep every night, no more, no less,”

“Yeah, I usually do,” Nick brought his hand up to rub at his arm, Mike’s fingerprints leaving a mark on his skin. “It’s just Y/n and her friends were out late last night and I had to go get them-”

“Your girlfriend again? Are you kidding me, Nick?” Mike asked angrily, walking over to the younger man. “Listen to me carefully. Don’t screw up now, kid. Don’t throw away all you’ve done so far just for some girl.”

Nick felt his face heat up with anger at the way Mike disregarded you and he wanted to break the hand that was now placed on his shoulder.

“With all the work you’ve put into this, it’s not worth losing it,” Mike’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into Nick’s skin. “Your father raised you better than that.”

Nick could kill him for the way he was talking about you. Mike was dangerously close to stepping over an indivisible line, and he knew it.

“I’m here now,” Nick muttered, pushing Mike away from him. Mike stumbled back a few feet, clearly not expecting Nick’s rough shove. “Don’t talk about my father and don’t talk about her ever again.”

Ever since Nick’s dad died, Mike felt like he needed to take on the role of being Nick’s father figure. It was a figure Nick didn’t need or even want, but Mike didn’t seem to understand that. He was his trainer, his colleague, his friend (if you could call him that) and his unwanted parental figure that was only there to fill in the void his dad left.

Mike scoffed as Nick walked into the middle of the room again, bringing his arm up to stretch out the soreness Mike gave him. “Wake up, Nick,” he exasperated. “What do you think is going to happen with this girl, huh? You think you’re gonna marry her? You think she’s going to have your kids and grow old with you? She’s from Shadyside, for fucks sake. Use your head.”

Mike had no idea how badly Nick wanted to ‘use his head’. His head was screaming at him to take Mike by his neck and throw him into the nearest window. He was quickly losing focus on his rational thoughts as he refused to let Mike, or anyone for that matter, talk bad about you when you weren’t even there to defend yourself.

With Mike’s back turned to him, Nick slowly walked up to him. He felt as if he was stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. “People like her don’t get to live normal, happy lives,” Mike continued, oblivious to the fact that Nick was now less than a meter away. “They just have to sit and wait, probably hoping that they won’t die from boredom in this sad sack of a town. You’d think-”

Having heard enough, Nick kicked the back of Mike’s knee, resulting in the older man falling forward and catching himself with his hands. As Mike turned around, Nick used his left hand to push him back down, his right forearm pressing against his neck.

Mike was now on the floor, his back pressed against the mat with Nick’s arm pushing harder against his throat. He tapped Nick’s shoulder, the usual way of tapping out, but Nick just pressed down onto him more, successfully cutting off any air flow. “What the fuck are you-”

Mike’s strangled words were cut off by Nick. “I said,” he seethed, using his free hand to pin one of Mike’s down. “Don’t ever talk about her again. Do you understand me?” Mike coughed, his eyes blown wide as he nodded.

He slapped helplessly at Nick’s shoulder with his hand that wasn’t pinned, his eyes tearing up from the lack of air entering his body.

Nick stayed like that for a few more seconds, his arm firmly holding his trainer down by his neck, before he pulled away and stood up. Mike immediately started coughing, rolling onto his side and holding his chest.

Nick looked at Mike for a second, his brows furrowing as he let out strangled breaths. He turned around and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to take today off,” he said walking towards the door before he paused and looked back. “Is that okay?”

Mike, still on the ground and heaving, nodded.

“Thanks, Mikey,” Nick said, opening the glass door. “See you tomorrow.”

8:56 AM

Walking into your apartment, Nick was surprised to find the door unlocked. He scanned the living room and saw that it was just Emma in there now, Beth seeming to have left while he was out.

“Morning!” Emma said, getting up from the couch and smoothing her dress down.

“Morning,” Nick nodded at her before looking at the tray with two coffee cups and the pastry bag. “Sorry, I would’ve bought you something but I have no idea what you like.” He dropped his duffle bag beside the counter and unzipped his black sweater he had put on after leaving the gym.

Emma looked confused for a second before she, too, noticed the coffee. “Oh, no worries,” she waved him off, grabbing her heels and purse. “Steven is taking me out for a late lunch after we go look at some things for the wedding.”

“Oh, okay,” Nick says, walking past her and towards your room. “I’d give you a ride home but my car-”

“I get it. I don’t remember much, but I do recall Beth throwing up all over your backseat,” Emma laughed, wiping under her eyes with her fingers and ridding her face of the black makeup that got smudged during the night.

“Right,” he trailed off. “Speaking of, where is Beth?”

“I think she went home,” Emma slipped her heels back on, grimacing at her sore ankles. “Steven should be here any second now, so I should go wait for him.”

Nick nodded but before he could turn around, Emma called out to him.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night,” she said. “Not a lot of guys would do that. Y/n’s lucky to have you.”

At her smile, Nick nodded once more, giving her a smile back. “Don’t mention it,”

“Okay.” she grinned, walking over to the door and waving at him. “Goodbye.”

“Good luck with the wedding stuff,”

“Thanks,” and then she was gone.

When Nick entered your room, the first thing he noticed was your form under the covers. It looked like you hadn’t moved since he left and he realised just how tired you had been over the past few weeks.

He was torn between letting you sleep longer and waking you up. You looked like you needed the rest, but he also knew you well enough to know that you’d be upset that you wasted your whole morning. So, he set the coffees and bag down on your nightstand, sitting next to you. He gently placed his hand on your arm and shook it lightly, watching as your eyes fluttered and brows furrowed.

You turn your head slightly and meet his eyes, your mouth twitching upwards. “Hi,”

“Hi,” he grins, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I brought you coffee.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you sat up, your lower back pressed against the pillows. “You did?”

Nick hummed in reply, grabbing the cup from the nightstand and handing it to you. You took it, giving him a grateful smile. “It could be like this everyday, you know,”

You leaned your head back and hummed, reaching over and placing your hand in his. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Nick said, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Me bringing you coffee in bed and just us being us with no one around to judge.”

You smiled, bringing his hand up and placing a kiss to the back of it. “Everyone in Shadyside judges us,” you point out.

“It’s not like that in Sunnyvale,”

There it is. Nick had mentioned the possibility of you moving to Sunnyvale so you were closer to him. It was no secret that you’d have a much better chance at working at the hospital there and experiencing more promising opportunities. You had thought about it a lot, and you would love to move there and live with Nick, but everything you knew was in Shadyside. Your friends, your schooling, and your parents. They’d be heartbroken that you moved away and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Not with the anniversary of Tommy’s death coming up in the summer.

“You know I want to move there and be with you everyday,” you sigh, placing your joined hands in your lap. “And you also know why I can’t.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick muttered. “Because of your parents.”

“My parents,” you agree. “And Emma and Beth-Beth! Oh my God!”

Nick jumped slightly at your sudden outburst and tried to ignore the fact that your heart to heart conversation was interrupted by none other than Beth. “What’s wrong?” He asked, letting you pull your hand free and lean over him to put your cup on the nightstand.

“Your car!” You say, your eyes wide and concern gracing your features. “Oh, God, Beth..she- your cars probably fucked-”

“It’s fine,” Nick laughed, taking your hand in his again. “It’s being cleaned as we speak.”

Relief floods your system and you sigh, leaning over and pressing your forehead against his knee. “I can’t believe she did that,”

“I can’t believe you remembered she did that,”

You lifted your head, glaring at him for a second. “Of course I remember,” you say. “I wasn’t even that drunk last night.”

“Is that why you started crying once you realised what she did?” Nick teased, making your face heat up.

“I did what?”

“Cried like a baby,”

You smacked his arm, taking your hand out of his to place both of them on his shoulders, fisting the fabric of his sweater in your fingers. You crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and becoming eye level with him. “I did no such thing,”

Nick’s fingers traced the wire of your bra before sliding both hands down to your hips. “Are you calling me a liar?”

You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Maybe,” when Nick went to kiss your lips, you pulled away from him so quickly that you would’ve fallen onto the floor had he not been holding you. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Tell someone who cares,” was all he said before he closed the distance between you. He pressed his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up to caress your jaw.

You kissed him back, your arms moving to wrap around his neck.

It didn’t go any further than that, though it was certainly heading in that direction, before the phone in your kitchen rang. You broke away from him, gently bumping your forehead into his before getting up. “I could get used to it being like that everyday,” you hum and quickly leave your room, heading towards the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/n Slater?” A woman you’ve never heard before asks.

“Speaking,”

“Oh hi, this is Eve from the hospital,” Eve says and your brows furrow. “I was just calling about your interest in volunteering? Are you still wanting to do that?”

Your brows raise now and you stand up straighter. “Oh, hi! Yes, I’m still interested,”

“Great. Are you able to stop by tomorrow afternoon to go over some questions and to pick up a schedule?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately. “Of course.”

“Wonderful,” Eve said. “How’s three thirty for you?”

“Three thirty’s perfect,”

“Alright, Miss Slater, we’ll see you tomorrow,”

“Okay,” you say happily. “Take care.”

You hang up and turn around to see Nick leaning against the doorway to your room, his arms crossed over his chest and a playful smirk on his lips. “What was all that about?”

“I got the volunteer position at the hospital,”

Nick’s brows raise in surprise before he opens his arms and you jump into them, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I knew you would,” he said quietly. “Congratulations, baby.”

You grin, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” you put your chin on his shoulder and hug him close, breathing in his scent. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, I believe we were in the middle of something.”

Nick hums, a knowing smirk adorning his lips. “I think you’re right,”

June 2nd, 1986

12:46 PM

Today was the day. Emma was getting married.

The wedding starts at two in the afternoon, and you wanted to be there extra early so you could help set up as much as possible.

You say that, yet here you were, currently fucking yourself on Nick as your hands desperately gripped his shoulders.

This was not what you planned to be doing at all, but it just sort of happened. You had just finished getting ready to go when Nick showed up, dressed to damn near perfection in black dress pants, a white button up and a black suit jacket. To top it all off, instead of wearing the standard dress shoes, he had his usual black converse on.

It was an overall formal outfit with a hint of casual. And it made your knees weak with want.

Nick felt the exact same way once he saw you leave your bedroom in the pastel purple dress that fell to just above your knees. It was lacey and had both shoulder straps and short sleeves and it made you look absolutely stunning.

So, with a shared look at one another, you found yourselves on your couch. Nick was sitting against the backrest while you straddled him, your knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. Your hands fisted his jacket as you lifted yourself up and down on him, moaning against his mouth.

You had to be quick, both of you knew that, but both of you were also holding back as much as you could to prolong the feeling of bliss and euphoria.

Ever since your first time with Nick, you’d become addicted to the feeling he provided you with every time you allowed yourself to be this vulnerable with him. He was your first and you had no problem with him being your last, and it wasn’t just because of how skilled he was in bed.

You could genuinely see yourself being with Nick for the rest of your life. He was your chance for a better future, one that was bright and happy. You knew for a fact that you’d have no chance at a happy life in Shadyside had you not met him.

Since the first time, you were more experienced and quickly found out that this was your favorite position as it allowed you see, first hand, how good you made him feel.

Nick’s hands held onto your waist, his grip tight as he bunched your dress up. You both were still fully clothed, only naked in the parts that needed to be. This was a quick fuck, after all. “We’re late for helping set up the wedding, you know,” Nick said, his words caught in his throat as he tried to hold back his groans.

Your bounces never faltered as you dipped your head back, whimpers leaving your mouth. “I don’t care,” was all you managed to get out before you felt him brush against that sensitive spot inside of you.

Nick smirked, moving one of his hands up to gently grab your throat, his fingers barely wrapping around it so there wouldn’t be obvious marks left behind. “That’s my girl,”

At the feeling of his hand around you, your eyes closed tightly as strangled moans flew from your lips like a chant. “Fuck, you’re so deep,” you nearly whined, grabbing his hand that was on your waist and slipping it under your dress. You placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen, keeping it there with a tight hold on his wrist. “I can feel you right here.”

Nick could’ve come right then and there from how fucked out your words sounded and the feeling of himself rubbing against his hand from deep inside you. “Fuck,” he muttered, removing his hand from around your neck and instead placing it on the back of it, bringing your body down and closer to his. Your lips connect once more, this time way messier than before. Your teeth hit against one another’s and your spit became one as your tongues fought each other.

Nick, the experienced guy he was, won the mini battle and pulled away. Your eyes became fixated on his mouth where you could see traces of your smudged lipstick all over his lips and chin. It was messy and hot all at once and you feel that familiar feeling beginning to creep into you.

You sunk down onto him faster than before as you turned your head to look at the clock hanging by the door.

1:03 PM

Nick brought your attention back to him as his hands roughly gripped the sides of your face, bringing your forehead down to rest against his. Your hands tangled in his hair, successfully making it messy and out of place, as your legs began to burn with overexertion.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder as the feeling intensifies. “Nick.” You moaned his name, unknowingly making his heart skip a beat as a loud grunt escaped his mouth, and grabbed the side of his neck with one of your hands.

The knot in your stomach unraveled as your bounces became sloppy and uneven, triggering Nick’s climax as well. You slowed your hips down and rocked against him, riding out both your highs as best as you could.

Nick’s hands flattened out your dress once you stopped completely, keeping your face tucked away safely in the crook of his neck.

When you finally came back down, you lifted your head and met his gaze, a lazy but satisfied grin forming on your lips. Your hand moved up to wipe away at his lipstick covered mouth before pressing a chaste kiss to it.

He reached over and held up your discarded underwear with two fingers, smirking once he saw your face heat up as you grabbed the flimsy fabric from him.

You slowly moved off him, holding back a whimper when the feeling of being full disappeared and you were left feeling empty.

“I’m going to go fix myself in the bathroom,” you tell him, watching as he nodded and zipped up his pants. You leaned down and grabbed your silver heels as you walked over to the small bathroom. “Then we really need to go.”

1:39 PM

“Oh thank fuck,” Beth said when she saw you and Nick enter the front hall of the small building. She makes her way over to you, her dress that was identical to yours flowing behind her. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“I’m sorry, Beth,” you say, giving her a guilty smile. It was almost always the other way around, with Beth being the late one. It was a change you weren’t particularly happy about but you were…..busy. “We lost track of time.”

“Busy doing what?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Nick just shook his head, leaning down to press his mouth against the side of your head. “I’m going to go find my seat,” he murmured and kissed the spot before pulling away from you, glancing at Beth for less than half a second. “Good luck.”

She glared at him as he walked into the room where the wedding was being held. He was, unfortunately, just a guest and not in the actual wedding like you were.

Beth looked at you, then at Nick, then back to you, her eyes scanning you up and down. “You guys were fucking, weren’t you?”

You laughed as soon as she said it, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. She just glared at you. “Oh come on, look at him,” you say and watch as he disappears behind the heavy doors. “He looks fine.”

Beth scoffed, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you off to where Emma was getting ready. “He could look like the hottest man in the entire world and it still wouldn’t make it okay,” she muttered as she pushed open the doors to the makeshift dressing room.

Your brows raised at her hypocrisy and you tug your arm out of her grasp. “You’re one to talk,” you say and cross your arms.

Beth looked genuinely confused as she, too, crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?”

She can’t be serious. She was the walking definition of ‘never on time for anything’ yet seemed to be completely oblivious to it. As soon as you open your mouth to speak, you hear a squeal and a tug on your arm that unfolds them from across your chest. “Y/n!” Emma says happily, pulling you into a hug. “I was beginning to wonder if you backed out on me.”

“I’d never do that to you,” you tell her, holding onto her arms when you pull away and look her over. “Oh, my God, Emma! You look so beautiful!”

She really did. Her wedding dress was so pretty and suited her so well. The straps were thin and the overall dress was a simple design, but it was expected since it was Shadyside, after all. Her dark brown hair was pinned back and out of her face, cascading down her back in beautiful curls. You nearly teared up at your friend's beauty and only hoped you would look half as stunning as she did on your own wedding day.

“So do you!” She said and brought her hands up to gently caress the sides of your face, an excited smile on her lips.

“Are you nervous?” You ask her as she turns around and looks at herself in the mirror, applying the finishing touches to her natural makeup look.

“I’m terrified,” she said once she was done and turned to face you. Beth came over to stand next to you, her arm brushing against yours as she did so.

“No kidding,” Beth said. “You’re signing your life away.” She was only joking, you’d hoped.

“Oh, hush,” Emma waved off Beth’s comment, grabbing her veil that was draped over the chair. “You’re just jealous Steven proposed to me before my brother proposed to you.”

Beth scoffed. “Oh, please,” she mumbled. “John better not propose to me anytime soon. I’m twenty one, not thirty.”

“Who says you have to be thirty to get married?” Emma questioned, handing you the see through fabric as she turned around. “I’m twenty three and I don’t see a problem with it.”

“I don’t, either,” you add as you clip the veil into place, fixing her hair when you’re done.

“That’s because you two are boy crazy,” Beth muttered, shaking her head afterwards. “Beautiful.” She forced out a smile when Emma turned to face her, her look now completed. Emma wrapped her arm around your shoulder and pulled you into her side, extending her other arm out to Beth.

“Come here, grumpy,” she grinned when Beth rolled her eyes and walked over to the two of you, letting Emma wrap her arm around her shoulders. “I don’t know where I’d be without the two of you. Thank you for everything you’ve done to help make today perfect. I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” you say for both you and Beth. You share a look, both of you knowing that there was a tension between you but also knowing it wasn’t the time for it. Beth sighs and gives you a smile.

“You do look beautiful, Em,” she said as she pulled away. “Even more than normal.”

“Oh, stop,” Emma laughed as she tapped her under eyes with the pad of her index finger. “You’re going to make me cry before I even go out there.”

As soon as she said that, three knocks were heard followed by John saying, “It’s time,”

The three of you left the room and met with the two men outside the doors to where everything was set up. “Y/n, this is Luke,” John introduced you to the man you’d be walking down the aisle with. “Luke, Y/n.”

You shook his hand and tried to ignore the intense stare he was giving you. You had only hung out with Steven a handful of times, so you weren’t familiar with his friends at all. But today wasn’t about that. You’d only be walking with Luke, anyway, so you push aside your nerves and smile at him.

“Are we ready?” Emma and John’s father, David, asked. Emma nodded, a nervous smile on her lips before the sound of bells was heard, indicating that it was time to open the doors. Beth would be walking down the aisle first with John, then you and Luke, then Emma and her father. David handed you and Beth your bouquets then passed Emma her slightly bigger one.

“Here goes nothing,” John said, hooking his arm with Beth’s as they entered the room. You peeked your head in as best as you could, your eyes scanning for a glimpse of Nick but to no avail.

A few seconds pass before Luke links his arm with yours, giving you a reassuring smile that helps calm you down more than you thought it would. With a final wink to Emma, you and Luke walk down the aisle that was littered with different flower petals.

The room was beautifully decorated, and that’s saying something in Shadyside. It was a simple ceremony, the benches only filled with close friends and family. It was perfect and it resembled Emma so well; reserved and peaceful.

You part with Luke and try to ignore the way his hand brushed against your lower back as you moved to stand next to Beth, and he, next to John. Standing at the front of the room, you had a much clearer view of the guests and almost immediately found Nick.

He was sitting in the third row from the front on the right side, closest to you, surrounded by Steven’s high school buddies. Nick’s eyes were on Luke, an unreadable expression on his face before he turns his head and meets your gaze. You grin at him, refraining from taking one of your hands off the bouquet of purple flowers to wave at him.

He gives you his signature smile in return and your shoulders are finally relieved from the invisible weight sitting on them. It was surprising at how a simple smile from the man you loved was all you needed to feel calm and safe.

Unbeknownst to you, Beth saw the whole exchange and breathed harshly through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

Emma and her father were the last to enter the room, and you watched with a proud smile as he kissed her forehead before taking his seat next to her mom in the front row. You could see the tears in her eyes as she stood in front of Steven, both their smiles wide.

While listening to their vows, specifically Emma’s, your eyes meet Nick’s as she pours her heart out to Steven. Everything she said was exactly how you felt about Nick and you knew that he could tell how emotional it was making you as your eyes teared up.

As you held eye contact, you felt as if this was your wedding with Nick. You finally admit, then, that Nick was the one person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and that was a scary thought at your young age. But you couldn’t help it. You loved him more than you loved anything and wanted to do everything with him until the day you died.

The moment ended all too soon, and before you know it, Emma and Steven are kissing for the first time as a married couple. They walked up the aisle, hand in hand, and you took that as your que to follow them. Luke hooked his arm through yours once more as you, followed by Beth and John, walked behind the newlyweds.

After the ceremony was done, it was time for the reception. In another room of the building was about ten tables with six chairs at each.

Nick, you, Beth, John, Emma and Steven were assigned the one closest to the entrance (in that order), so once you were seated, Nick found you almost immediately. He sat next to you and you greeted him by leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“Hey, buddy,” John said from his place beside Beth. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine, thanks,” Nick gave him a tight lipped smile, feeling Beth’s glare beginning to burn a hole in the side of his head. He reached over and held your hand under the table, ignoring Beth’s stare. He had grown used to her hatred for him and had no problem with pretending like she wasn’t even there whenever she started to act hostile. “How are you?”

“Well, I’m here,” he said and received a playful smack from Emma. “I’m good.” He finally answered after he finished laughing at his sister’s pout.

Nick and John had become somewhat friends since they met at dinner all those months ago, but Nick had a sneaking suspicion that John only wanted to hang out with him so he could spend the entire time asking about his training and what it’s like to live in Sunnyvale. It was exhausting, being his friend, but Nick put up with his constant nagging just to piss off Beth, who, indeed, was pissed off at the friendship that formed between him and her boyfriend.

It really was the little things in life.

Speeches were next, and you cried when both Beth and John described their happiness for the married couple, holding Nick’s hand on your chest as you listened to them.

Dinner was soon after and then finally the couples dance. Before you even knew what was happening, Emma stood up and announced to the room, “It’s time for Steven and I’s first official dance as a married couple,” Steven stood next to her, his hand on her lower back as she continued. “And I would like to ask my close friends, Beth and Y/n, as well as John and Luke to join me.”

Your smile dropped when you heard her say that, completely unaware that dancing with Luke was a thing you were going to be doing. Beth smirked at Nick as she stood up and placed her hand in John’s, letting him lead her over to the small empty space.

You looked over at Nick, an apologetic smile on your lips. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly, leaning over and giving him a chaste kiss. “I didn’t know about this, I swear.” You stand up and reluctantly take Luke’s outstretched hand, allowing him to guide you over to the space as well.

Nick watched with cold eyes as Luke pulled you close to him, one of his hands holding yours while the other inched closer and closer to your backside. Beth, of course, looked at him while she danced with John, a mischievous smile on her face. Nick knew then that she had told Emma to do this just to spite him.

You felt uncomfortable with being this close to someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, and you’re sure Nick could sense that as you looked over Luke’s shoulder and tried to make him meet your eyes. He, however, couldn’t take his off Luke’s hand that ran up and down your back, dropping closer and closer to the part of you that he had no business touching.

When the song ended, you pulled away immediately and muttered, “It was nice meeting you,” before you were making your way back to Nick. He continued to give Luke the if looks could kill glare, his hand finding your waist when you reached him. “Sorry about that, baby. I had no idea Emma was going to make me do that.”

Your hand caresses the side of his face, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Beth seems to have known about it,” he muttered and you furrow your brows, looking over at your best friend as she danced with John. She wore the same smirk she had on the entire time and your face drained of color when you realised that Nick was probably right. Shaking your head, you tugged Nick up by his hands, beginning to lead him over to an empty space. “What are you doing? No, Y/n-”

You stood on the tips of your toes and quieted him with a quick kiss. “Dance with me,” you mumbled against his mouth, tugging on his hands and making him wrap his arms around you. “Help me show everyone who gets to take me home.” You knew the words would calm him down enough so he could at least have a little fun after seeing you slow dance with another man.

You were proved right when he visibly relaxed and tightened his arm around you. He moved his other arm so his hand was holding your right one, your left resting on his shoulder. With heels, you still didn’t come close to his height, but something about that made you feel protected and it put you at ease.

You were trying to ignore Beth’s stare as you were annoyed with her at the moment. She completely set up the dance with Luke just so Nick would get jealous. Her hatred for your boyfriend was getting on your last nerve but what were you supposed to do? Both of them held their own special places in your heart, and you had no right to abandon her just because she didn’t like who you were dating.

You put your head against his chest, closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. With his back turned to Beth, Nick felt less tense and having you in his arms definitely calmed him down. “Have I told you how beautiful you look in this dress?”

A grin formed on your lips and you kept your cheek pressed to his chest so he wouldn’t see the blush that spread on your face. “Once when you tried to get me out of it,” you replied, feeling the deep laugh he let out against you.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, resting his chin on top of your head. “Although, as much as you look good in anything you wear, nothing can beat how hot you look completely naked.” He whispered the last part and it had you moving your head to look up at him, your eyes wide.

“Nick,” you playfully warned him.

He just laughed again and placed a kiss to your forehead then another to your lips. You pulled away and did nothing to stop the smile that formed on your lips as you gazed up at him.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in your own little world until he pulled back slightly, taking your hand in his. “That’s enough of that,” he said and you nodded in agreement.

Just as he began to lead you back to the table, Beth came walking by and grabbed your other hand. “We need to talk,” was all she said.

You gave her a confused look, glancing up at Nick before turning to face her. “Right now?”

“Yes,” she said, pulling you away from Nick and making your hand slip out of his. “Right now.”

“I’ll be right back,” you nearly shouted to Nick as Beth pulled you out of the room and into the front entry. You had almost had to jog to keep up with her strides, something you weren’t particularly good at doing in heels. When you were away from the crowded room, you tugged your arm out of your best friend’s grasp. “What is so important?”

“He’s not good for you,” she said, crossing her arms.

You raised one of your brows. “What?”

“Nick,” she muttered. “He’s a bad guy.”

You copied her stance, crossing your own arms. “What do you mean by that?”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Where do I start?” She asked sarcastically. “Let’s see..oh, for one, he’s from Sunnyvale. That’s where all the stuck up pricks live, with him included. Two, he so obviously shows off in front of me and the others so he can get on their good sides, mainly John’s, when in reality, he couldn’t care less about us.”

You opened your mouth to speak but she kept going.

“Three, he’s making you show up hours late to your commitments, like today,” she extended her arm out as if that would prove her point. “And, he gets jealous around every single guy that looks at you.”

When you knew she was done, you exhaled through your nose. “Is that why you set up that little dance with Luke?”

You were expecting her to look guilty after getting caught for her little stunt, but she just nodded. “Yes!” She nearly yelled. “He’s so possessive over you as if you’re going to get, like, married or something.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“You’re only twenty, for fuck’s sake, Y/n,” she seethed. “Wake up. He’s manipulating you and it’s honestly sad that you can’t see that. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little look you gave me in the dressing room. Why don’t you realise that he’s trying to turn you against your friends, against me?”

“It’s not like that,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling so small.

“And now you’re defending him instead of listening to me, your best friend,” she stepped away from you. “Typical.”

Your arms fell to your sides as you let out a sigh of frustration. “What is it that you’re wanting me to do here?”

“I want you to stop seeing him,”

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No, I-I can’t do that, I-”

“Tell me something,” she trailed off, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Does he notice how stressed out you are about school and this volunteer thing at the hospital? How many assignments have you fallen behind on since meeting him?”

You shook your head again. You couldn’t answer her, and not because you didn’t know the answer, but because you knew it would make her sound right. You had fallen behind on assignments and were stressed beyond words, but that wasn’t just because of Nick’s presence in your life.

Not answering her spoke volumes, you quickly realised that, as she let out a humorless laugh. “Exactly. He’s just going to make you fail,” she said, sliding one of her hands down so it held yours. “You need to focus on yourself, Y/n/n. Boyfriends come later. Don’t rush into anything just because a guy with a pretty face shows interest in you.”

You didn’t know what to say to her. This confrontation had caught you completely off guard and it had you beginning to question whether or not she was right.

As if to add salt to the wound, Beth squeezed your hand. “Think about it, honey,” she said softly. “What would the golden boy, future police chief Nick Goode, want with a Shadysider? He’s just going to break your heart, and with time, I hope you see it, too.”

With that, she stepped away from you and walked back into the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts that had suddenly become too loud for you to push aside.

Maybe she was right.

What does Nick want with you? It was so obvious that he was the only form of light in your relatively dark like, how soon will it burn out? When will you become too much for him? When will he realise that you’re far too inferior to him to be in a relationship with you?

Why did he pick you?

You felt like crying as you walked back into the room and you could feel your eyes sting as they met Nick’s from across the room. He was sitting next to Steven at the table, all the chairs filled except yours.

Before he could give you a look of concern, you look at Beth and bite your inner cheek as she gives you a comforting smile.

You walk over to the table, refusing to look at Nick as Beth’s words burned holes in your head. Was she right about everything? Were you and Nick a tragedy waiting to happen?

Keeping your head down, you pick at the skin around your nails, successfully ruining the pretty design Emma had done for you just days before, as the question lingered in your mind.

When had things gone so wrong?

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nightlet · 2 years

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Recap and thoughts.

TS4 base game is free-to-play as of today. Personally not too pressed about this, though it would’ve been nice to get more than just a kit as compensation for long-time players. But if it gives people who’ve been holding back or couldn’t otherwise get the game a chance, cool.

Upcoming content, including two expansions. Tbh I don’t know the frequency of the deliveries up until now, but hopefully they uphold their claim of monthly updates because that’d be nice. Don’t care about upcoming kits, but Phil mentions two expansions in the works.

If these images are any indication as to what’s coming, I’m guessing a proper generations-style EP? Something to expand on the groundwork laid with Parenthood and focus on other life stages would be fantastic. Basing this idea more off of the right image with the kid on the bike and the baby backpack thing.

NEW. WHAT. 300 new kits? Knowing EA, probably. And then we hear a little baby cry, which is expanded on later.

Insert segment where someone asks strangers on the street what they think of the sims.

Steam-workshop-esque platform for mods. Bit of a love/hate feeling with this. It does kinda feel like an attempt to control the modding community. Because it’s going to be ultimately be controlled by the devs, there’s going to be plenty of mods that won’t be welcome on the platform. HOWEVER. If they can make it to be console-friendly, that’d be a great move. Odds are it won’t be, but a girl can dream.

“Maxis invented the life simulation genre.” Sounding a little insecure there. Cities:Skylines shake ya guys? Not feeling threatened by Paralives, are ya? Lol. “We’re not content to sit still.” LMAO. Ok, ok. sure.

Insert segment with a singer and then some dancers with a simlish cover. Chat replay is just “tomato tomato tomato” yikes.

Insert segment with sim gurus using freeplay sims as avatars. Freeplay sims are getting a facelift, also yachts? And a seasonal quest coming later this year.

Mobile is getting balconies.

Insert segment highlighting various creators. YES that is happening. Coulda used some Jim Pickens though.

Could it be? Is it TS5? Is it a spinoff?

The modular editing is something that Paralives had shown off very early on too, and was probably what really got me interested in their project. It’s something that, along with CASt, really gives some much needed freedom with the game and, let’s face it, would let devs get away with a lot less assets while still offering SO many more customizing choices.

So CASt will be making a return in their new game, both my dream and nightmare because I suck at it lol.

It does kinda sound like they’re hinting at a multiplayer option, which does scare me a little. I’ve said it before, but single player should come first in a game like this. I don’t hate on the idea of adding in multiplayer, but I’d hate if it ends up feeling like a game that’s MEANT to be played with others.

The cross-compatibility aspect is kinda interesting. Don’t hate it, but also unsure of how well it’ll work or if it’ll end up limiting the game to the capabilities of mobiles.

TS4 is getting real babies in 2023. Personally, babies are not high on my list. Toddlers have been anxiety-inducing enough and at the rate I’m going on my 100 baby challenge, I’m gonna have to deal with these for a good final portion of it which is scary. But I know it’s been a huge deal for a big part of the community, so congrats guys. Looks like the babies are finally being freed from their teeny tiny prisons. Though really this looks like a toddler to me so hopefully there’s enough of a difference.

And finally,

#the sims #sims #behind the sims summit #sims summit #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 news #sims 4 dlc #sims 4 expansion #sims freeplay #sims mobile #sims project rene #sims 5 #sims 5 news

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thefisherqueen · 8 months

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Some notes on Black Peter, the Letters from Watson story I'm now catching up on:

"The first positive sign which he gave me of the direction which his investigation was taking was an extraordinary one. He had gone out before breakfast, and I had sat down to mine, when he strode into the room, his hat upon his head and a huge barbed-headed spear tucked like an umbrella under his arm." Please tell me there's a Granada episode of story. Or at least an illustration

"He chuckled as he poured out the coffee. "If you could have looked into Allardyce's back shop you would have seen a dead pig swung from a hook in the ceiling, and a gentleman in his shirt-sleeves furiously stabbing at it with this weapon. I was that energetic person, and I have satisfied myself that by no exertion of my strength can I transfix the pig with a single blow." Laughing so hard over this. At least it gave Holmes an appetite?

"He was a most daring and successful seal and whale fisher. In 1883 he commanded the steam sealer Sea Unicorn, of Dundee. He had then had several successful voyages in succession, and in the following year, 1884, he retired." Just learnt a lot about the history of whaling. The only way to get rich by whaling and sealing was to be either a captain or an investor. No chance otherwise.

"The man was an intermittent drunkard, and when he had the fit on him he was a perfect fiend. He has been known to drive his wife and his daughter out of doors in the middle of the night, and flog them through the park until the whole village outside the gates was aroused by their screams." Pardon, he did what now??

I love the stories that are like, the person murdered was a dick and nobody cared but we're investigating anyway. Saves the drama.

Harpoon murder! Ok, maybe some drama after all. Good!

"I understand, however, from the inquest that there were some objects which you failed to overlook?” Holmes really is a special kind of rude sassy towards Hopkins

Old ore mines and large wild forests seem like good places for murderers to hide. How did an old sea captain ever end up here? No wonder he felt the need for some larping

"With her was her daughter, a pale, fair-haired girl, whose eyes blazed defiantly at us as she told us that she was glad that her father was dead, and that she blessed the hand which had struck him down." I love this fiesty girl

" Well, well, I can do nothing more. Let us walk in these beautiful woods, Watson, and give a few hours to the birds and the flowers. We shall meet you here later, Hopkins, and see if we can come to closer quarters with the gentleman who has paid this visit in the night.” Holmes sneaking off alone with Watson. How are we supposed to read this, Doyle? Especially because of Watson's lack of comment after. I don't know what would be funnier, Watson and Holmes having a romp between the flowers, or the both of them actually going flower and bird spotting while Hopkins is all going ^_^

"It was a long and melancholy vigil, and yet brought with it something of the thrill which the hunter feels when he lies beside the water pool and waits for the coming of the thirsty beast of prey. What savage creature was it which might steal upon us out of the darkness? Was it a fierce tiger of crime, which could only be taken fighting hard with flashing fang and claw, or would it prove to be some skulking jackal, dangerous only to the weak and unguarded?" Watson what novels have you been reading

What are knickerbockers? *googles* Ok, I love them

“What are you doing here?” “Can I speak confidentially?” “No, certainly not.” Not the answer I expected. Why is this so funny

"Well, Mr. Holmes, I am very much obliged to you and to your friend for coming down to help me. As it turns out your presence was unnecessary, and I would have brought the case to this successful issue without you; but none the less I am very grateful." Hopkins picking up on Holmes' sass, I love it. Yet... poor boy, have you not spoken too soon?

"The young detective was in high spirits at his success. “You really think that your solution must be correct?” asked Holmes. Ooooh! Danger! Hopkins, better get some ointment for that upcoming burn

"a little ribston-pippin of a man" Victorian insults are the best

“Your name?” asked Holmes. “Patrick Cairns.” “Harpooner?” “Yes, sir. Twenty-six voyages.” Of course a harpooner from Black Peter's crew would be the murderer. He was literally captain of a whaling ship. I feel rather stupid

You were so absorbed in young Neligan that you could not spare a thought to Patrick Cairns, the true murderer of Peter Carey.” Same initials. That was a clever detail from Doyle.

"He was a man of such gigantic strength that, even with the handcuffs which Holmes had so deftly fastened upon his wrists, he would have very quickly overpowered my friend had Hopkins and I not rushed to his rescue. Only when I pressed the cold muzzle of the revolver to his temple did he at last understand that resistance was vain." Watson once more to the rescue! I wanted to say that the days of arresting a suspect under threat of a weapon are over. Then I reconsidered. Ehm... pretty sure this is still allowed, even here in europe, especially under cover of 'resisting arrest' and 'suspect is posing threat'. The power cops are allowed to wield is really quite terrifying

"That's all I know, and I say again that if I killed Black Peter the law should give me thanks, for I saved them the price of a hempen rope.” This murderer is pretty funny

“Mr. Holmes,” said Hopkins, “I do not know how to express my gratitude. Even now I do not understand how you attained this result.” “Simply by having the good fortune to get the right clue from the beginning. It is very possible if I had known about this note-book it might have led away my thoughts, as it did yours." That is quite nice and humble of you, Holmes *surprised pickachu face*

"If you want me for the trial, my address and that of Watson will be somewhere in Norway—I'll send particulars later.” The boys are really going on that arctic expedition?! Exciting!

This was a fun story! Still giggling about Hopkin's face when he was once again outdeduced (?) by Holmes. And about the birds and flowers. It's good to be back!

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #Black Peter

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akanesheep · 10 months

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I wrote about my MC as she is to me, please don’t come for me for not writing them as gender neutral. 😥 feel free to interpret all pronouns as you wish.

My MC:

My MC is much like myself. Although she’s smaller… because I wish I were 5’2” for some reason. I’m only a few inches above that, but to me short = cute. She has fluffy soft curly hair that is a soft auburn color. She frequently dyes it all different colors though.

She’s soft spoken, and can be a bit timid with new people, but once she gets comfortable with someone, she opens up quite a bit. She’s very kindhearted, and easily gets her feelings hurt, but also very forgiving. She’s self-conscious and doesn’t see herself in the best light. This stems from the bullying and mistreatment she received in her childhood.

She’s clumsy. Like she can trip over air. She always has bruises from bumping into things, tripping on the carpets, etc. She usually has little dots of ink on her hands from writing, because she somehow manages to miss the pin cap, or bumps her hand against the end of them pen/marker somehow.

She holds little attachment to the human realm, she doesn’t care much for a place where she never felt welcome. There are a few people there she cares for, but not enough to want to be there all the time. Aside from those few individuals, if the human realm decided to end it’s existence, she wouldn’t care much.

She likes to make things, sewing, quilting, crochet, floral arranging, wreaths, painting, crafting, she loves them all… her room is always containing some work in progress, and the supplies are always neatly arranged in her closet, unless she’s currently using them.

She’s stubborn, insanely stubborn, and refuses to back down when she knows she’s right. She rushes in when her loved ones are in danger with no regard to the consequences. No matter how many times her husbands admonish her for doing so, she turns right around and does it again.

Along those lines, she defends those she loves vehemently. Don’t come to her with requests that put one of them at a disadvantage. Don’t coke to her and speak ill of those she loves, she will react poorly. This applies to her husbands also, they aren’t immune to her anger should they start trying to put themselves over the others, or just trash talk the others in general. She will hear our complaints and give her advice and if necessary, intervene, but this isn’t Jr. High, she doesn’t play games. All of those involved are adults and they knew what this was when they chose to be involved.

She listens, calm and patiently. Whether it’s Levi on a rant about a game or anime, Mammon about his schemes, Lucifer letting off steam, Satan on a tangent, Diavolo’s excited gushing about a plan… you get it. She only interrupts to ask a question, or to ward Mammon off a particularly bad idea. Otherwise, she lets them talk it out of their system. She loves talking with all of them, hearing their thoughts, wants, and dreams.

She believes in them wholeheartedly, she sees each and every one of their individual worth.

When she loves, she loves deeply. It takes a lot to shake her devotion. Because of this, her past is littered with failed relationships. Those who would fill their time with her and then be done with her. Those who would abuse her until she found the strength to leave. Those who would just abandon her when she needed them the most. Due to this she fears betrayal and abandonment, she’s anxious, and fears each argument will lead to her being left alone. She has trust issues, but is still more trusting than she should be.

She doesn’t fully believe in hearing ‘I love you’ so she needs to be shown. She doesn’t fully believe in acts of love so she needs to hear ‘I love you’. She knows this is a huge contradiction, but doesn’t know how to resolve it.

She desires a protector and defender. To be protected from and defended against the pain she has suffered and those that would bring more to her. She doesn’t seek fame, glory, and isn’t on a quest for power. She simply wishes for happiness for herself and those she loves. She can’t but to meddle and try to help those around her.

She is very self-sacrificing. She’ll give whatever it takes to make those around her happy, even if it means giving her life. Her final thoughts as Belphie took her life were ‘I guess if it brings him peace, I can die…’

That doesn’t mean she was ‘ok’ with what happened. She had to take time to be comfortable around him being in the same room, much less alone… but she knew that Belphie was someone who in his own twisted way, had opened up some to her, and was hurting in his own ways. She decided to try to believe in the love he had for his sister, and the faith his brothers put into him.

She’s self-depreciating at times… she knows being poly isn’t the ‘norm’ in the human world… and until she found herself in the Devildom, she wouldn’t have believed she was poly. In those early days of finding herself falling for the brothers, as well as Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon, she cursed herself and cried regularly, memories of untrue accusations of being a ‘whore’ or ‘slut’ would ring in her mind… except now, wasn’t it true? Is that what she was? She struggled immensely with this, even as she continued to fall deeper into her depression. She broke one night while Asmo was doing her nails, as he happily chattered about his day, and their plans for a date the next day, how they’d have outfits that complemented each other perfectly, etc. she felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks.

‘MC?’ Asmo questioned, looking concerned, ‘Oh my lamb, what is it?’

‘Asmo… I’m horrible… I’m a terrible person’ her voice shook as the tears increased, poring now down her face.

He pulled her to his lap, words of gentle admonishment regarding her words, and comfort slipping from his lips and he held her. ‘Talk to me MC, tell me what this is all about. I need to know why you feel this way’

‘Asmo, I can’t… you’ll hate me’

He chuckled softly, only a whisper of it escaping his lips as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your face, then turning you to face him. ‘Nonsense, nothing in this world could ever make me hate you’

‘You will, because I’m disgusting’

‘Love, you’re sounding like Levi…’ he teased, lifting her chin gently. ‘Now enough of that, tell me what is going on, I can’t understand if you don’t tell me’

Sobbing, she looked at his honey eyes, his face worried, and whispered her darkest truth, ‘I love you, but not just you… I’m in love with your brothers too…’ she looked away, ashamed and waiting for the inevitable explosion of anger and words like blades.

Instead he laughed…a gentle chiming laugh that he only used when he hears something he already knew. ‘Little lamb… did you honestly think I didn’t know? Me?’ He turned you to face him again. ‘Lovely, I’ve known since the beginning. I’m the avatar of Lust. Emotions like lust, and love, are my domain.’

‘But Asmo, I’m wrong, something in me is broken’

‘Why is that?’

‘Because I love all of you… that means I’m a whore’

Asmo scoffed offended ‘Does that mean you see me as a whore?’

‘Of course not!’ Her eyes look panicked, fearing she’s said the wrong thing again.

His eyes remained soft and gentle as he cupped your face. ‘Then why would you be?’

‘B-because I’m not supposed to…’

‘Says who?’

‘Everyone’ she gestured around her, then her voice lowered to a whisper, ‘Even if you aren’t, they hate me for the thought’

Knowing her past, Asmo sighed softly. He cupped both of her cheeks and wiped her tears away. ‘I’m going to tell you something about the Devildom, as well as demons, that I thought you already knew. We’re a polygamous society. Monogamy isn’t encouraged or discouraged, and the same is true of polygamy. I’m sure you realized that most of the female demons here are succubi? Did you think that just changes when they settle down?’

She looked at him, quietly crying as she listened. She shook her head at his question. Of course they didn’t, they’re succubi.

‘See? And me? I’m the avatar of lust after all. While I’m not an incubus, I still feed on the lust of those around me, as well as the lust and love of those I’m intimate with.’

‘But what about other demons that aren’t succubi or incubi’

‘Well if most females are succubi, that would imply they have multiple partners, yes? So do incubi… but rarely are they in a relationship with each other… their lusts and passion would feed into the others drives and only make them more hungry. So they seek actual partners that aren’t either.’

‘Do you have other partners’ she asks blushing.

‘You and Solomon are my only ‘partners’’ he said firmly, ‘however, I have had casual relationships when you are both away, to keep myself from becoming too hungry. Think of it like Beel’s hunger. If he doesn’t ‘eat’ he goes on a rampage. While I wouldn’t destroy buildings or eat furniture, I could cause a lot of issues if I don’t stay in balance’

She nodded, understanding the demon in front of you in a new light.

‘But your brothers aren’t incubi’

‘No, they aren’t. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t able to understand and love just as much. I can assure you that any conversation you have with them won’t be a closed-minded one’

‘How do you know?’

Asmo laughs softly and pulls you to him, ‘Still afraid little Lamb? Let me as you this… do you think that even as large as this house is, that we don’t know when you’ve intimate with one of us? As shy as you are, the adorable sounds you make aren’t what one could consider quiet’

She blushes deep red. ‘N-no… that’s so embarrassing…’

‘Eh? Not at all.’ He teases, ‘Despite this, and how much we notice the marks on your neck, have any of us confronted you or said anything to you or each other?’

‘N-no?’

‘There you have it. We also know when you’ve been with any of the others outside the house as well’

‘What?? How?!’

‘Silly,’ he pets your hair as he teases you, ‘ Lee can smell it on you when you come home’

‘Oh God’ she cries, mortified, she covers her face.

‘Such language’ scolds Asmo, acting horrified, ‘to think my girlfriend would bring up Father’s name when I’m right in front of her’

The dramatic teasing pulls her back from her embarrassment.

‘Asmo, what do I do?’

‘Do? Love, whatever do you mean?’

‘I mean, now… what do I do knowing what I know, and knowing what you all know?’

‘Nothing. Live happily and let us care for you. Live in the knowledge that you are loved and will always be loved.’

She does just that. She does have conversations with all of them at some point, because her mind needs concrete proof that everyone is in agreement. She learns that Mammon and Levi go through jealous bouts, but don’t question her love for them, and want this to continue. Even Diavolo is fully on board. Which surprised her, with the royal bloodline and all. Turns out the complication wasn’t so complicated at all.

She feels unworthy of all the love she’s showered with, but she’s also happier than she’s ever been in her life. She doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve such joy, but she refuses to part with any of them. Perhaps it’s the influence of her lovers through the pacts she shares with them… but she takes pride in them, greedily wants to spend time with them, gets envious if they talk to others, gets angry on their behalf, loves and desires them always, revels in their love like Beel at a buffet, relishes in the time she can just be there with them comfortably.

She’s prideful, greedy, envious, wrathful, lustful (and loving), gluttonous, and lazy… with some chaos, diligence, patience, loyalty, and grace mixed together. She is my MC.

I hope you all enjoyed this. I’ve really been wanting to in some way show you all my MC, but my art abilities suck. So I gave you an imperfect narrative.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me!#obey me mc #Akanesheep #my mc #embarrassed sheep noises

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Part Three - 375 Days Later

@the-lonelybarricade I hope you like this chapter! We’re almost done... 👀 warnings: a little angst, slight steam word count: ~3.8k

After only two years, Feyre’s birthday tradition nearly fell apart. She had no one to blame but herself, no one to go to but her best friend, who would no doubt go above and beyond to make it work. But that was just the issue, because if she ever wanted to have a shot at the one thing that brought light into her otherwise dim life, there was no way she could be so reliant. She made a vow to never do that again. But Feyre pulled on her big-girl-britches, grabbed her phone, and faced the truth: She couldn’t afford a hotel room. She could barely afford a train ticket.

Her friend had been more than happy to lend a hand; or, in this case, a spare room.

The sky was crystal clear when Feyre arrived at Velaris Station, but the violet eyes that met her outshone even the sun burning above them. When she ran and leapt at Rhys, he was ready to catch her, clinging tight.

The soothing scent of jasmine consumed her senses. She tucked herself tighter into his embrace when her chin began to wobble. As if Rhys could read her mind, he rubbed his hand along her back, mumbling low in her ear.

“Feyre darling, you know it’ll be okay. You’ll get your shop when it’s the right time.” She released a shuddering sigh and pulled back, her tears quickly dissipating. “I know,” She huffed. “It’s just frustrating. And I’m very impatient.”

“Whatever is meant to happen will happen,” He held her by the shoulders and didn’t break eye contact. “I truly believe that.”

Her gaze wandered from his to the scenery over his shoulder. Rhys may have believed it, but Feyre didn’t. The rest of her future was practically written out in the form of a legal document, signed off by the universe itself. She’d keep working three low-income jobs that had nothing to do with her interests, she’d continue drooling over jobs in her field in cities she could never afford, and she’d never end up beside the person she wanted to be with. The life she desired was way out of her league - perhaps something most people could relate to on a certain level.

She pulled her gaze from the glowing mountains and the warm station lights. “Shall we? We don’t want to keep your mom waiting.”

Rhys drove slowly through the snow; his hands remained on the wheel at two and ten o’clock and he never once took his attention away from the road. Feyre took the opportunity to ‘discreetly’ stare.

In the blink of an eye, they had stopped by Rhys’ townhouse - where Feyre would be staying - to drop her things off, and then pulled into the driveway of his family’s home.

Zyra greeted them both with warm hugs and kisses on each cheek.

“Here you go” Feyre pulled the glass loaf pan from her bag, giving her hands something to do. “I- I made this. It’s my sister’s recipe for lavender tea bread, she let me borrow it. I hope it’s okay - I’m not usually that good in the kitchen but I think it turned out pretty well.” She bit her lip before she could continue her nervous ramble. Something she had looked forward to was now antagonizing the knot of anxiety in her gut.

“That sounds delightful! Thank you, sweetie.” She reached up to pat Feyre’s cheek. “I’ll slice some up for us, you go sit down. Tea and soup is already on the table.”

After they had all settled in a cozy breakfast nook, a loud, high-pitched gasp interrupted their conversation.

A young girl stood at the base of the stairs, a carbon copy of Zyra. “Are you Feyre?” She dashed over and began bouncing on her toes before them.

Feyre put her hand out. “Yes, that’s me. You must be Rhys’ sister? Thalassa? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Feyre couldn’t help but smile at the exuberance of the young woman. In another world, maybe Feyre would have been much the same. In another world, maybe a life like this wouldn’t be some pipe dream. In another world, maybe she would have a shot at lasting happiness.

The girl squealed. “He has? Awww, Rhysie.” She clasped her hands beside her face and kicked one leg out with a little hop. She was… very expressive, Feyre was coming to learn. “Don’t worry,” Just like that, her attention was back on Feyre. “He talks a lot about you too. He thinks you’re really hot.” Feyre’s neck grew warm, she felt the flush creep up her cheeks and across her nose. She couldn’t stop herself from letting the pain worm its way in the tiniest bit. The very thing she wanted, but could never have. It just wasn’t the way her world worked.

“Thalassa!” Their mother was having none of it, apparently. “Respect! Be thoughtful of everyone!”

She had the decency to look sheepish as she apologized, though Feyre could tell it didn’t reach her eyes. She fought off a smile as she realized Rhys was right; she would get along with his sister very well.

It was some time later, after Thala left to hang out with her friends (stealing many slices of lavender bread when she thought no one was looking), that Rhys made her open a late birthday gift.

“My birthday was over a week ago,” She argued. “I can’t accept this.”

“Darling, didn’t you ever learn that it’s rude to turn down a gift?” He wasn’t wrong. And with his mother watching, Feyre was left with no choice but to open it.

She really wished she hadn’t.

“Rhysand…” Her throat closed. The world was a blur around her. She didn’t even notice Zyra refill her teacup or the words she murmured. “I can’t. I appreciate it so much, but I can’t.”

The box, thin and long, held slippery moonlight and diamond stars. It slid through her hands like molten silver, sticking to calluses and hangnails as gravity pulled it from her. The dress she had fallen in love with on her first visit caught the afternoon light and glowed brighter than the North Star. The glare shone in her eyes, taunting.

“Well, as luck would have it, you will most certainly need it for tonight’s ‘better-than-fireworks’ display.”

“Sweetie, please take it. That dress was sitting in my store for ages, and I just don’t know what else to do with it.” The wink she gave Feyre didn’t make her feel much better. She had never received such a thoughtful, valuable gift. She had never had such an easy, peaceful morning. It made her nostalgic for something she’d never had.

She opened her mouth. For words or tears, she wasn’t sure. She loved it. Feyre wasn’t sure if there were words to express how grateful she was, how thoughtful they were.

“Thank you,” was all she ended up saying.

“Go try it on. I may still need to alter it before tonight.” Zyra shooed her off to the bathroom, and that was that.

***

The look on Feyre’s face had not been what Rhys was hoping for.

“Ma, let me do that.” Rhys stood from the table, taking over his mother’s spot at the sink. “Hot water will dry your skin, especially with the cold weather.” And it gave him something other to do than overthink the situation.

“You worry too much, Rhysie.” But still, she rubbed lotion into her skin immediately after drying her hands. “She loves the gift very much, sweetheart.”

He shrugged. “Who could say?”

“Rhysie,” She reached over and turned the tap off, gently nudging him to face her. “When people are not treated with the kindness they deserve, or when someone is raised in a less than loving home, it can be difficult for them to adjust. They may not know how to react when kindness is finally, intentionally, directed at them.” She patted his shoulder, smoothing a wrinkle in his shirt. “I know that because I lived it, because I’ve seen it in your cousin and your brothers and customers at the shop. The way our Feyre looks at you tells me there is not a single person in this world that means more to her than you. Even if she doesn’t like the dress itself, the thought you put into it means the world to her.” She kissed his cheek. “Patience.”

Right as his mother stepped away, taking with her her scent of Aveeno and cardamom, Feyre timidly stepped into view.

Rhys was pretty sure his jaw dropped, but he couldn’t say. He was a little preoccupied.

The beading shimmered in the setting sun filtering through the window, the skirt flared at the perfect height. The illusion neckline made Feyre’s skin appear as if she had gone swimming through stardust, and the pale blue made her eyes stand out even more.

She looked truly magnificent, but in the end it was her smile which took his breath away.

“Feyre darling,” He slung the dish towel over his shoulder. “You look-”

“Rhys it’s perfect.” the words spilled out in a rush. “I’m sorry if I seemed ungrateful, but I love it. I love your gift. Thank you for thinking of me.”

His mother -now nowhere to be seen - had been right, as she was about everything. The thought, mixed with Feyre’s reaction, brought a smile to his face. “Well, I’m very glad you like it, because it is perfect for our better-than-fireworks display.”

***

Feyre was regretting not bringing a nicer coat. The winter air seeped into her skin like water, chilling her to the very marrow of her bones. Restaurants ran industrial heaters along sidewalks, vendors sold hot drinks, and some tourists had come prepared with hand warmers and ski gear. Sure, they looked funny, but Feyre figured they weren’t freezing their heinies off. She couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering; if her lips had turned blue when they were ice skating last year, she couldn’t imagine what she looked like right then.

“Come here.” Rhys whispered to her, tugging her closer to him. He opened his coat up to her, and Feyre nestled into his chest, even slipping her arms along his. Rhys’ coat was large enough, and Feyre was small enough, that he was still able to zip it up over both of them. “Better?” His smile shone brighter than the moon.

Feyre laughed, jittery from the cold. “Much. Thank you.”

She still didn’t know what she was waiting for, just that it was better viewed outside. Just as Feyre was about to ask Rhys, the world went quiet.

And one by one, block by block, the city lights went out. Anticipation was palpable in the air. Five minutes passed. Then ten. After thirty, the children in the crowd began to grow restless, and more than one snowball fight broke out. There were shouts and cheers and laughs. Feyre heard it as if it were a whole lifetime away, so focused on Rhys’ warmth, his smile that glowed in the pitch black, the rumble of his chest reverberating through her as he laughed against her back.

“Ready?” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Any minute…” Still, she kept her eyes on him until he whispered, “There.”

“What…” Cheers erupted all around them. They echoed through the city and bounced off the mountains. It was an avalanche of joyous shouting, squeals of delight, gasps of reverent wonder.

And up above them, in the sky where stars shone brighter than she’s ever seen in her life, were dozens of shooting stars. It was like a switch had been flicked, and more and more flew by every second. Blurs of silver and flashes of blue, some nearly the same color as Rhys’ eyes.

Feyre’s hand itched for a paintbrush. She shut her eyes, picturing the colors.

Blue…

Violet.

White…

Violet.

Black…

Violet.

Feyre’s eyes snapped open. Rhys still held her bundled close to his chest, warm and safe in the shared coat. She stuffed her arms further down the sleeves and scrunched them up to her wrists - Rhys’ forearms. Fumbling with her phone camera, she took a few snapshots of the sky. His hands flopped around like a puppet, as if Feyre were the only thing controlling him.

He chuckled. “Feyre darling, wouldn’t it be easier if I let you out?”

“Well…” She didn’t want to leave his warmth. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She said indignantly, but still slipped out when Rhys undid the front, not taking her eyes off the sky.

“What is this, Rhys?”

“It’s Starfall. It happens every night of New Year’s Eve and lasts well into the morning.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “So what do you think? Better than fireworks?”

She nodded, the gesture small but certain. “Better than fireworks.”

Children laughed and played, running around the dim sidewalks and weaving between the crowd. Snowballs flew through the air, blurs of white in the dark resembling the stars above. Feyre took picture after picture, but she knew none of them could ever do the sight justice.

She turned back to Rhys to say as much when something cold and wet hit her across the nose. Ice scraped her skin, the cold numbing it only a second later.

“Oops!” A child shouted, then turned and ran.

Feyre gasped from the shock, and the cold, before laughing quietly as she wiped it off.

“Ooh, yikes.” Rhys stepped forward, “Looks like you missed a spot.” With that, he rubbed another handful of snow across her cheeks.

“Hey!” She couldn’t help but laugh, though. His smile was intoxicating, and he got what was coming to him a second later. A snowball burst apart as it hit his temple, scattering across the both of them.

“Sorry!” A teenage girl looked sheepish before escaping into the throng.

His expression was so… un-Rhys-like with his disgust at such wet, bitter cold, that Feyre could only laugh. It was loud, genuine, and full, and Rhys’ returning smile was more than enough to warm her from head to toe.

She snapped a picture, then stuffed her numb hands into his coat pockets, giving a charming smile as she did so.

“Should we escape the danger zone, Feyre darling?” He leaned in closer so she could hear over the crowd. “The view from my place is magnificent, in case you needed a recommendation.”

“Hmm, I think that sounds wonderful.” She untucked one frozen hand from his pocket, he wiped the leftover snow from her face with the sleeve of his wool coat.

As they strolled towards a calmer part of the city, watching the stars the entire way, notes of music found its way to them. It drifted between buildings and flowed along the river to swirl around and fully encompass the two.

Feyre closed her eyes; the melody was so soothing, the instruments so soft and smooth, that she could have stood for hours in the cold to just listen. She could have the tune on an endless loop and never grow tired of it. Something stirred within her, something she hadn’t felt in so long; it was a sort of hollowness, but not the hollowness that had plagued her nearly her entire life. Not the hollowness that made her too weak to get out of bed or too tired to imagine working another day.

It was more… not so much hollow, but open. Clear. Her heart didn’t feel heavy like it had nearly her entire life, and her mind was finally, wholly, clear. The things she so desperately wanted suddenly did not seem so unattainable.

Feyre realized she had stopped walking, and was simply staring at Rhys. She cleared her throat. “Will you dance with me?”

“Of course, Feyre.” His concern smoothed into something softer. “I will always dance with you.”

Feyre smiled.

It began as a slow swaying. Eventually, their sway leaked into something faster, something pushing and pulling, twirling them around with the crescendos of the music. It carried them down the street and further away from the center of the city. They didn’t stop until the distant one-minute countdown to the new year rang through the air; by then they were nearly to Rhys’ townhouse.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your smile is, Feyre?” They were both out of breath, but at least the cold did not nip the way it had earlier that night.

She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it. What did she say to that? How was she supposed to handle this? The new clarity of her mind clued her in on a revelation she did not want to face. She knew it made her a coward, but she wasn’t in a position where she could easily handle this.

The countdown continued, and she pulled away when they reached the front stoop, letting Rhys unlock the door for them.

“I should go to bed. My train leaves early.” Her hands were the last to let go. “Thank you, Rhys. For everything. Tonight was…” She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat, choked down the sadness that got worse with every year she had to leave. “Tonight was the best of my entire life.”

“Feyre,” Gently, he grabbed her shoulder. There was no ‘darling’ attached, and it made her name sound harsh. “Please wait. Are you really leaving again?”

Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three…

“I need to go, Rhys.” With the stars streaking by as the only light in the city, his eyes seemed even more vivid. Seeing it as she walked away made that heavy feeling return. “Just letting you know... I might not visit next year. I’m not sure yet.”

Her shoes were soaked as she turned to the door of her guest room.

“‘You might not visit?’” His voice was exasperated, even if his eyes shone with tears. “Feyre, I don’t understand you.”

Those words. Those words she had heard from everyone she had ever tried to love. Her mother. Feyre, I don’t understand why you can’t be more like your sisters. Her ex. Feyre, I don’t understand why you can’t just be normal. Her sisters. Feyre, we just don’t understand the choices you’ve made.

She hugged her arms tight around her torso, warding off the icy mountain air as best she could. The problem was, the cold started in her heart.

“What do you mean?” The words came out a choked gasp, like she had been punched in the gut.

“One moment we’re sharing a coat, dancing in the street, waiting for the new year, doing things people do when they’re in love. The next, you’re pulling away, deluding yourself into believing you’ll easily go back home to a job you hate, in a town you hate, around people who haven’t always valued you the way you deserve.” His voice grew louder as he approached, eventually nudging her to turn around and face him. “I don’t understand how you can do that to yourself. How you can keep doing it. It’s not healthy, three hundred and sixty five days is too long.” He brushed wisps of hair from her forehead. “You deserve better.”

Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve…

Rhys’ words dislodged the lump in her throat.

She took a deep breath and forged ahead. “That's all I’ve ever been able to do, Rhys. Not everyone has loving families and comfortable bank accounts like you. I’ll probably never be able to do anything else. It’s true, I’m never as happy as I am when I’m here,” Feyre couldn’t imagine ever being miserable with Rhys at her side. “But I doubt my life will ever be good enough to let the future I want - here, with you - to come to pass. So it’s easier to stick with what I’ve always done.” Her face crumpled. “I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of.”

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, and Feyre half expected them to freeze; her heart felt so, so cold. Rhys brushed them away before they had the chance.

“Feyre,” His voice was so soft. So different from the arrogant man she first met. “I’m in love with you.” More tears escaped, and she let her forehead rest against his shoulder. “Let me help you get to where you want to be.” His breath tickled her ear, his lips brushed her skin, his hand cradled her head.

Feyre didn’t say anything, just nodded her head - rubbing her cheek against his sweater. When she looked up, ice-blue met violet. In their embrace, black wool merged into pale, shimmering chiffon.

Four, three, two…

They did not miss their cue.

His hands held her close, one tangling itself in her hair and the other resting at the small of her back. She stood on her toes, stretched as far as she could go just to meet him halfway. Their breaths mingled, and the scent of jasmine was a comforting surrounding.

They chose Rhys’ bedroom.

When they fell against the mattress, Feyre couldn’t believe she had been so close to giving it up, giving him up. A part of her protested - knew it would do no good to bring them closer, to give into the sparks just to douse them after the fact.

Nevertheless, her hand gripped onto his, promising she would never let go, and he squeezed back. His mouth brushed against hers, asking her softly what she wanted, and when she told him, he gave it to her.

In that moment, Feyre wasn’t thinking about leaving in the morning. She wasn’t thinking about her miserable jobs back home, or the pain in her heart that had followed her everywhere but Velaris. None of it existed in that moment. The only real thing was her name, feverish on his lips. His breath, warm against her bare skin. The heat of their intertwined bodies, chasing away the cold air between them and brightening the dark with sparks of light.

Outside, silver foil stars danced with dewy glass flakes. Pine forests sang with the wind, their voices gruff as their skin and needles. Dogs barked and bounced through the snow, birds huddled down in their nests. The air was so icy it grew teeth of its own, biting necks and nipping at heels of late night partygoers. But indoors, there was peace, comfort; they kept each other warm late into the night.

***

In the morning, Rhys did not stir when Feyre slipped from the bed, clad in one of his dark sweaters and a pair of wool socks. He did not roll over when she sat on his edge of the bed, and he did not so much as twitch when she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. But when he woke to a cold bed, a stolen sweater, and a raging blizzard beyond his bedroom window, there were no words to describe the crushing ache in his heart. There was only one thing left for him, and that was a letter which read: You were right. 365 days are too many, even if the best things are seasonal. I’m sorry.

Anxiety hijacked her body as her train departed the station once again. Her hands shook, her heart hammered. She tried to make a list, but it came out as chicken scratch. Not at all the steady hand that had created so much art.

She hoped he could forgive her.

~~~

I… I tried. I’m sorry 💀

Master list for this fic :)

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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Chapter IX: Night Out

MASTERLIST | chapter VIII | playlist

tags: smut (minors DNI) (i have indicated where smut begins and ends if you’d like to skip it), fluff, angst, eddie munson x reader, gnc!afab!reader, two idiots in love!, mutual pining, slight jealousy

a/n: hit a wall writing this one but we are chugging along! i’m seeing this be maybe 20 chapters so we are, in fact, almost halfway there folks! i’m becoming severely attached to the versions of these characters i made, im really hoping you guys are too<3 Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated

Your POV

You can hear Eddie’s singing over the running shower, he’s chosen Die with Your Boots On. Eddie’s voice has you in a trance, first when he sang you to sleep, a ridiculous request on your part, but before that, when you watched him perform, and even again within your own dream sequence. Each time, you have restrained yourself from following it, letting his voice be all consuming. This time, though, you let it pull you towards the bathroom, where it bounces off the tile over the white noise of the faucet.

You knock on the bathroom door, speaking before Eddie has the chance to answer, “Can I come in?”

The singing stops, much to your dismay. But he answers you, flustered, “Uh, yeah I mean I’ll be out in a min-“

“No, stay in there.” It comes out like a command, but it seems to hush Eddie of any further argument.You turn the knob, entering the tiny bathroom you’ve grown used to maneuvering in. You shed the t-shirt and underwear you’d worn to bed, breathing in the steam as you try to calm your nerves. You tap on the shower curtain. “Room for one more?”

“Of course, beautiful.” Eddie’s hand, looking strangely naked without his rings, peeks from behind the plastic shower curtain, and you take it with your own, carefully stepping into the steady stream of almost scalding water. You take no shame in looking at Eddie, on full display in front of you. His hair is piled on top of his head, held with foamy shampoo, and his skin is glistening with water rolling down his body. “Are you expecting a show?” Eddie grabs your attention away from his torso, that you had been unabashedly admiring for far too long.

“Kind of, after the performance I interrupted you from.” You snicker, stepping closer to him in the already cramped space.

“Guess you’ll have to wait.” Eddie teases, flicking droplets of water at you. You gasp dramatically, pretending to be offended, but really you’re excited for whatever tonight holds. “So I made the calls while you were sleeping, they’ll be here in a few hours to pick us up. You’ll get to meet Nancy’s boyfriend, Jonathan Byers. He’s an okay dude, I’ve heard. Little weird, but who am I to judge?” Eddie leans his head back into the shower stream to rinse his hair, and your mind wanders. Byers… Will’s older brother, the kid you’ve heard so much about from Eddie’s freshman friends.

Zombie Boy to the locals, you’d only found out about Will from doing your own digging after hearing about his move to California. His friends weren’t very detailed, besides exclaiming how sick of aDungeon Master he is, so you’d taken it upon yourself to scour old newspapers from the years prior to you moving to Hawkins. You couldn’t find much, just that Will had supposedly been found dead, only to return weeks later, seemingly the picture of health. It left you with a lot of questions, how he came back, why they moved away, where he went those weeks he was missing. Maybe after a few drinks, you think, I’ll be able to ask some of these questions.

You shake the thought from your mind. You don’t know Jonathan, he doesn’t know you. Why would he give you anything to work with? Really, you just wanna know if Will saw anything like you did. And if he remembers what it was, because every time you try to, you can’t seem to pull the memory from your subconscious, like it’s stuck under layers of repression tactics, your brain locking it away to protect you.

(smut starts here)

Instead of spiraling, you look back up into Eddie’s eyes, that are once again on you. It’s his turn to look for too long, staring absentmindedly first at your breasts, because of course, then moving slowly, almost ravenously down your body. The worry you had possessed vanishes under Eddie’s gaze.

You decide to give him something to stare at, sinking to your knees slowly in front of him, not breaking eye contact until you’ve knelt completely, the water hitting you in the face. You can still feel Eddie’s eyes burning into the top of your head as you take him in your mouth, already rock hard from seeing you completely naked and soaking wet. When your lips wrap the tip of his cock, Eddie lets out a long, low groan, his head craning back to rest on the tile. You take him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder, and he grabs hold of your hair, his fingers tangling at the crown of your head.You love him, and even though you haven’t told him, you can tell he knows. You bob your head faster, taking more at a time while your tongue circles his tip, careful not to let your teeth touch him, then almost completely taking him out of your mouth just to take him all the way, his cock sliding almost completely down your throat. You pull out again, licking a wet stripe from the hilt to his tip while he moans above you.

“Shit, Y/N, god, you’re so fucking pretty.” The words come out of his mouth slurred, and you smile around him as you continue to blow. Looking up at him through your lashes, you find his eyes, and he looks into yours, his cock twitching in your mouth. You pull from him one final time to spit on the tip, then take him completely down your throat once again. It earns you a low growl from Eddie, who’s slipping further down the wall. “I’m gonna come, where do you want me?” He pants, trying to collect himself and failing.

You pull him from your mouth to answer, “Wherever you want.”. Instead of responding, he bucks his hips toward you, and you take him back in your mouth, where he finishes, coating your throat with his salty come. You swirl your tongue around the tip, one final taunt before pulling off of him, a string of saliva still connected from your lips to his dick. A groan leaves Eddie’s throat as you swallow all of it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You give him a gleaming smile, baring your teeth at him like a kid just offered unlimited sweets for life. He steps closer to you, gripping your waist to pull you into him, connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. The water washes over you both, similarly to your first kiss with Eddie, only this time with less layers— and less anger— between the two of you.

When you’re about to pull away, he yanks you back into him, one hand sliding down your body, caressing your ass, then your thigh, before slipping his hand between your legs. Despite the steaming water, you shiver at Eddie’s touch. His hand continues to work, first kneading the flesh of your thigh, his other still gripping your waist tightly. You let yourself fall back against the tile as your knees weaken, while Eddie works between your legs. He moves his hands further up your leg, keeping his eyes on your face as his thumb grazes your now throbbing clit. You let out a soft moan, earning a smile from Eddie as he moves his finger faster, circling on your bud as you unconsciously thrust toward him. Your hips continue rocking into his hand, and he slips a digit inside you, and your head lolls to the side as you try to keep your eyes open.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I love watching you like this. How are you feeling?” Eddie leans into your neck, leaving soft bites along your throat while you ride his finger. He moves down your body lazily, from your neck to your collarbone, leaving marks with his teeth you know will bruise soon after.

“So good, baby, feels incredible.” You barely know what you’re saying, only focusing on the stimulation between your legs. Eddie’s kissing the top of your tits now, continuing further down to take a nipple in his mouth. He makes a “mmm” sound in response, swirling his tongue over the bud, pulling a gasp from your lips. He gives your other tit the same treatment: nipping and sucking at it on his way down, sinking to his knees in front of you, mouthing your stomach, trailing kisses down the center of your torso. He pauses above your pussy to look up, watching your face contort with pleasure as he slides a second finger into your aching hole, his thumb swirling faster on your sensitive bud. The voice that next leaves your throat is barely your own as Eddie places a chaste kiss on your clit, then swipes his tongue between your folds, leaving a wet stripe from your hole back to your now throbbing bundle of nerves.

His fingers remain, pushing deeper inside of you, coaxing your hips forward to ride his face. You clench around him, another moan escaping your lips as he adds a third finger and smiles against your soaking skin. He disconnects from you briefly, only to spit between your lips, and the sounds that leave you erupt from your soul like it’s being exercised, Eddie’s mouth on you a holy prayer. Eddie chuckles under his breath, completely entranced by you writhing above him.

The knots in your stomach tighten, and you let the words fly without thinking, “Fuck, Eddie, yes. Please don’t stop. You’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna come, stay right there, shit.” As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, your knees give out, the knots in your gut unfurling as Eddie grips your hip again, holding your weight up as you ride his face and fingers through your orgasm. If not for Eddie’s grasp, you would’ve gone sliding down the wall, your legs incapable of holding you up. You let go, moaning Eddie’s name as he devours you, your slick covering his mouth and chin as he buries his nose against your clit.

When he finally lets you go, your body is still twitching relentlessly, both of your hands gripping onto his hair for dear life. He pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, sticking each one in his mouth to suck it clean as he stands up. “Best meal I’ve ever had.” He grins wickedly, leaning down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss is no longer desperate, rather the opposite. He cradles your face in his hands, peppering kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, and your nose before finally grazing your lips with his own, barely letting them touch at first, until you’re fighting his grip on your face to lock your lips into place on his.

—

Eddie’s POV (smut ends here)

“We should probably get dressed, huh?” He says the words against your mouth, not wanting to pull away from you, even to breathe.

You whine an incoherent objection, and Eddie bites your bottom lip, conveying his understanding. He doesn’t want to untangle himself from you, addicted to the way your body feels against his, the taste of himself on your tongue, the noises he causes to escape from your throat. He feels himself falling further into love with you every time you look at him, and it terrifies him to his core.

Eddie watches as you step out of the shower, grabbing an extra towel off the rack to wrap yourself up. Eddie grabs his own, noticing as he glances down a pair of your panties that you’d worn to bed the night before. He glances back at you, your back turned as your feet pad against the floor on your way back to his room, before leaning down to snatch the red lace off the floor, balling them in his fist to sneak them past you. When he catches up to you, you’re digging through his closet, your towel abandoned at your feet as you fight the layers of denim and leather.

“What are you doing?” Eddie leans on his door frame, crossing his bare arms over his chest to once again take you in.

You turn to him, blushing more about being caught snooping than being caught naked. “What am I supposed to wear? Where are we going?”

“Here.” Eddie throws your shirt from the night before at you, a tight white baby tee, then digs through his closet. He pulls out a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees. “These barely fit me, they should fit you perfectly.” He dives into the closet again, coming back out with an oversized black and gray flannel.

You go to put them on, but realize you have nothing protecting yourself from the feeling of denim on your crotch. Eddie watches as you speed walk back to the bathroom, your butt jiggling as you do, and Eddie has to cross his legs to stifle the pressure he feels under his towel.

You return empty handed, your brows furrowed in confusion. “I swear I took them off right there, before I got in.”

Eddie clenches the fabric in his hand, and your eyes dart to his closed fist. “Did you steal my underwear?!” You accuse, eyes widening with a playful embarrassment.

Eddie doesn’t argue, but loosens his grasp to dangle the garment in front of your nose. “What, these? Thought they were mine. In fact, I’m almost positive they’re mine.”

You bite your lip, your cheeks growing pink as you look from Eddie to your discarded underwear he’s hooked around his finger. You go to snatch it, but Eddie’s too quick, yanking them out of your reach. “I’ll give them back on one condition.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t object. “What would that be?”

“You let me have them when we get back home.”

“Deal.” Home. Not his place, not yours. Just home. He’s home wherever he’s with you.

You beam, grabbing at them again, and this time Eddie lets go, watching you shimmy back into your underwear. “I should probably start bringing an overnight bag.” You say it so casually, but the thought of you making his place more your own sends an entire swarm of butterflies into his gut. Eddie busies himself picking out an outfit. The Hideout isn’t a fancy place. In fact, it’s probably the lowest of the low in terms of aesthetic appeal. It’s a dive bar on Main Street, occupied mostly by plant workers on weeknights, and underage kids on holidays and vacations. His band plays on Tuesday nights, to a crowd of bored adults that can barely keep their eyes open they’re so drunk, but it’s better than nothing.

Eddie chooses a tight Iron Maiden t-shirt, layering it under a flannel, his leather jacket, and his denim battle vest with Eat The Rich painted on the back in angry red letters. He clasps a pair of handcuffs around the waist of his own jeans, and slides his many shiny rings back onto his fingers. He takes a look at the four of them, and decides against wearing his favorite, the silver band with a small, blue orb in the center. He thought it looked cool, finding it at a thrift store in middle school. It reminded him of an eye, something to absorb evil energy, to protect him. He fidgets with the metal, wiggling it from his finger while slowly crossing his bedroom over to you. You’re putting the final touches on your hair, spraying spray pieces into place strategically. Eddie watches you, hypnotized by your concentration. Your tongue sticks slightly out the corner of your mouth, and your brows furrow with focus. Your eyes catch him in the mirror, and you whip around to face him.

“What’s up, pretty boy?” You cock an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek, suddenly flustered by your closeness.

“I have something for you.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” You take a step closer, pressing your chest against his pounding heart. Eddie holds up the ring, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. He’s threaded a chain through it, knowing it would be too big to fit on your finger. “If you wanna wear it, I mean.” Eddie can't bring himself to look at you, but you reach your hand out, cupping your hand over the ring between Eddie’s fingers.

“Put it on for me?” You bat your eyelashes at him, and he feels his chest loosen, releasing a breath he wasn't aware he’d been holding. You turn back to face the mirror, bringing your hair to rest over your shoulder, exposing your neck to Eddie. He pauses, relishing the bite marks and bruises he’d left there days ago, fading nicely into your soft skin. He carefully reaches over your head, the chain in each hand. He closes the metal clasp behind your neck, letting go to watch the chain dangle around your throat. “Not the first way I picture your rings on my throat, but it’ll do for now.” You giggle at your own comment, sending Eddie into the depths of his imagination. He pictures it often, taking you by the throat as he fucks you, leaving a red handprint wrapped around your neck, his rings digging into your soft flesh. He didn’t think you’d be down for that, but your comment teases that deviant part of his brain, coaxing it further to the front of his thoughts.

—

Your POV

There’s a knock at the door, snapping you and Eddie out of your lovers’ staring contest. Eddie rushes to pull his shirt over his head, and you notice it barely covers the skin of his midriff. You bite back your less than appropriate thoughts, reminding yourself this is a group outing.

Eddie’s gone to get the door, so you follow him, fiddling with the chain around your neck. You’d admired the ring from afar, a gleaming blue stone in the center, resembling an alert eyeball, promising to protect its owner. It makes you feel safe, but more than that, it makes you feel wanted.

“Hey!” You greet your friends, who’ve stepped over the threshold into Eddie’s living room. Robin’s sporting an oversized corduroy jacket thrown over a collared plaid shirt and tie, tucked into black high waisted cuffed jeans, exposing a pair of white chuck taylors. Next to her, Steve wears a white collared shirt with blue and yellow stripes, a red and blue denim vest, dark blue jeans, and black boots. Nancy has her hair in a tight ponytail, and she’s dressed in a red turtleneck sweater, black slacks belted at the waist, and black kitten heels. The boy next to her, with dirty blonde hair falling neatly from his head to just below his chin, dressed in a beat up blue and gray flannel, navy t shirt, and brown work jacket, paired with a pair of baggy blue jeans, and old, dirty reeboks. “Hi, I’m Jonathan, Nancy’s uh, boyfriend.” The boy reaches his hand out, and you take it in your own, shaking it firmly.

“I’m Y/N, Eddie’s partner. I’ve heard a lot about you!” You exclaim, then cringe at your own enthusiasm.

Steve claps his hands together, breaking the beginning of an awkward silence. “We ready to hit the road?”

“Shotgun! Lonely hearts in the front, love birds in the back.” Robin snickers, elbowing Steve in his side.

“Yeah, whatever, don’t remind me. Keys, Munson?”

Eddie tosses Steve the van keys. “Be kind to her, big boy.” Eddie’s voice imitates the one he likes to use with you, a low, seductive hum sliding like honey from his tongue. He breaks character though, to cackle at the bewilderment on Steve’s face.

“Fuckin’ couples, making me chauffeur.” Steve mutters loudly enough for everyone to hear, before turning to exit the trailer without waiting to see who follows.

The six of you pull up to The Hideout, a run down bar on a street corner downtown. Outside, a line of motorcycles stand across the building, surrounded by men in leather smoking cigarettes and chugging beers.

“Hey, guys.” Eddie greets the bikers, who shatter your expectations when they greet him warmly.

“Eddie! You playin’ tonight?”

“Nah, I’m here on a date.” Eddie gestures to you, and the men whoop and holler in congratulations. “Never thought I’d see the day, Munson. Lovely to meet you.” One of the bikers offers his big, hairy hand to you, and you shake it once. “I’m Harry.” Of course he is.

“Y/N. How do you know Eddie?”

“Ah, kid plays here with his band sometimes, you heard ‘em? We kept him out of trouble for awhile when he was a kid, before shit hit the fan.” You don’t know what Harry the Hairy is alluding to, but you nod politely anyway.

“Nice to meet you!” You give them a small wave as Eddie ushers you inside.

The bar is packed for a dive, buzzing with groups of teenagers definitely too young to drink, and tables of bikers and plant workers mingling with their respective groups. Over the noise of the crowd, you make out the song playing as AC/DC’s Walk This Way. Your group makes your way to a table in the corner, still sticky with the beer of former patrons. Eddie makes a beeline for the bar, waving you over to come help carry the drinks for the table.

“They just gave you these? No ID required?” You tease as you approach him.

“Guess they think I’m old or something.” Eddie carries a beer for himself, Steve, and Robin, while you carry glasses of whiskey for Jonathan, wine for Nancy, and a vodka tonic for yourself.

“Good, they’re back,” Robin’s voice grows louder as you and Eddie approach the table.

“What’d we miss? You inquire, passing the drinks down the table.

“We were deciding on a drinking game for the evening.”

You put your elbows on the table as you sit down, “Oh? What are we deciding between?”

“Quarters or Never Have I Ever.” Steve says, a hint of giddiness slipping through his tone.

“I think Never Have I Ever is easier to play in a bar.” You say, and in response the four of your friends, as well as your boyfriend, look at you like you’ve confessed to murder. “What?”

“Nothing! Never Have I Ever it is!” Robin places her full bottle in front of her, and the rest of you follow suit. “We’ll go around the table. Rules are simple, whoever’s turn it is will say something they’ve never done, and whoever has done it takes a sip. We play until someone’s empty, that person buys the next round.” Everyone nods in understanding, and you regret your choice of drink immediately. Robin starts, “Never have I ever… shoplifted.” You giggle at Robin’s innocence, taking a gulp of your drink as Eddie, and to your surprise, Nancy, join you.

It’s Steve’s turn, “Never have I ever hotwired a car.” You feel Eddie shift his beer to his mouth again, and you look at him with widened eyes.

“You’ve hotwired a car?”

“I’m full of surprises.” Eddie gives your thigh a squeeze, sending chills through your body.

Nancy goes, “Never have I ever failed a class.” The whole table rolls their eyes at her, and Eddie responds, “Do I have to drink for every class I have failed? I’ll black out right here.” The table chuckles, but you take a sip from your own drink, getting your look at Eddie returned.

“What class did you fail?”

“Algebra, freshman year. Went to summer school to make it up and still barely passed.” The drink is starting to hit you, your head delightfully cloudy. “Met the cutest girl there, though…” You trail off, wondering what Leigh’s up to nowadays. You look to Jonathan, “Your turn, Byers!”

Jonathan perks up a bit. “Never have I ever… uh… kissed a boy?” He chuckles, and you watch everyone, your boyfriend, all of his friends besides Jonathan, take a swig of their drink. You can only imagine the look you’re wearing right now: Mouth hanging open, eyes darting to each of your friends, not knowing who to ask about what first. You take a drink to signify your decision, and that you have, in fact, kissed a boy, and turn to Eddie.

His grin is taunting, his eyes glimmering with the secret you desperately have to know. His eyes briefly dart to Steve, so quickly you almost don’t catch it. But you do. “You kissed Steve?! Oh my god! I-“ You realize it’s not your business, and clamp your mouth shut.

Eddie chuckles. “Long time ago, we laugh about it now.” Eddie nudges Steve under the table. “Right, big boy?” He winks, and you look at Steve to find him beet red, a small smile on his face. “One day Im gonna wring your neck, Munson.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Please, feel free.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, and you fight the tiniest bit of jealousy in your stomach. You can’t tell who you’re more jealous of, though.

“Anyway!” Robin cuts in to save her friends from a sexually charged fist fight. “I’m a lesbian and I kissed a boy! I think that’s less believable than these two kissing. Whatever! Eddie, it’s your turn.” You cackle at Robin as turn back to Eddie, awaiting his next words eagerly. For some reason, you harbor a morbid curiosity of what he’ll say, the guy who has seemingly done it all in the span of his few extra years in high school.

“Never have I ever done it in a public bathroom.” He snickers, and you make sure he’s looking right at you as you take another sip of your drink. His eyes almost pop out of his skull watching you, and you don’t break the stare until you hear Robin.

“Y/N!” You look at the rest of your company, whom you now notice have not at all touched their glasses. “Explain yourself.”

You cackle, taking in the shocked expressions of your friends. “It was one time! Back in Boston, my date had taken me to a baseball game. Seventh inning stretch, y’know what I mean?” This comment provokes a loud maniacal laughter from almost everyone else at the table. You look to Eddie, who’s once again peeling the wrapper off his bottle. You rest your hand on his thigh as reassurance, but he doesn’t look up at you.

“Guess this means it’s my turn. Never have I ever been arrested.” Eddie’s expression doesn’t change, but he takes what looks to be his last sip of his beer, and you recall his story on your first date, where Hopper had taken him in for public intox. Without saying anything else, Eddie pushes his chair from the table to grab more drinks. “Is he upset?” You lower your voice to a whisper, only meaning for Robin to hear you.

“He might be a little jealous. But I don’t think he’s mad.”

“Jealous that I didn’t see that date as worth even taking home to sleep with?”

Robin shrugs. “I never claimed to understand guys.”

—

Eddie’s POV

There is literally no reason to be upset, idiot. You’re the one that asked. Eddie can’t help his anger with himself. Of course you’d had a life before Hawkins, before him. It wasn’t your fault Eddie hadn’t known love until he met you. Beneath the searing jealousy he felt, it kind of turned Eddie on to think of you doing something like that. He just wishes it’d been with him there with you.

Before he turns back to the table, he glances at the sign up sheet taped to the bar. The Hideout likes to host open mics on weekends, when the kids come out and showcase their talent— or lack thereof— to the amusement of patrons. Eddie’s done it a few times, and he hopes one day you’ll get the courage to go up yourself. He wants to hear you play more than anything, and hasn’t found the right way to ask you yet. Originally, he wanted to sign you up tonight, but he also doesn’t see putting that kind of pressure on you panning out well. Instead, he jots Steve’s name down, giggling to himself when he picture’s his friend’s reaction.

When he turns around, you’re in front of him, your eyes glass from the booze. Eddie hands you a drink, this time a Long Island, and clinks his beer bottle to the rim.

“Are you alright?” You jut your bottom lip out at him in a worried pout.

“I’m okay. Just a little jealous is all.” Eddie cups your chin in his free hand, bringing his lips down to meet yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, the buzz of your surroundings falling away. “Help me carry these?” He hands you two more drinks, taking two more of his own as you both return to the table. Nancy and Jonathan aren’t there, leaving you to look from Robin to Steve in question.

“They’re dancing.” Robin jerks her thumb behind her, where Nancy and Jonathan are wrapped around each other, swinging to Come On Eileen.

“Well, let’s join them!” You ignore Robin’s objection, taking her hand in yours to pull her up from the seat. Eddie jokingly offers his own hand to Steve, who waves it off to stand up on his own. The four of you join the couple on the floor, creating a circle in the middle of the small crowd of drunk kids and adults alike. Eddie watches as you move with Robin, holding her hands in yours, spinning her like you’re at prom. Eddie offers his hand to Steve again, and this time he takes it, letting the alcohol do its job of inhibiting his critical thinking. The six of you dance and laugh through the entire song, until it fades into a slower, moodier tune.

“Alright, I’m tapping out.” Steve lets go of Eddie, who then approaches you and Robin, still twirling like the song hasn’t changed.

“Mind if I cut in?” Eddie looks from Robin to you, and Robin so graciously bows out before joining Steve at the singles table.

—

Your POV

“Hi, beautiful.” Eddie rests his hands on your waist as REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Loving You blares on: You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby there was something missin’. You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe but you didn’t listen…

Maybe it’s the song, combined with the man in front of you, combined with the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream, but you feel a tear fall down your face. You don’t plan to acknowledge it, but even in the dimness of the bar, Eddie sees that you’re crying. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Your breath shutters as you inhale, preparing for what feels like the scariest thing you could say to Eddie. Suddenly, it’s as if your fear of abandonment, the ache of a possible rejection, fades from your mind. All you want is to spill over, a boiling tea kettle of emotion you've never wanted to share before right now. Your heart is ready to break through your ribs as it slams against your chest.

“I love you.” The tears keep pouring as you continue. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t say it, I don’t even know how I’m saying it now. But I mean it. I do, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, or anything else. It fucking terrifies me.” You let loose a rattle of a laugh, the words continuing to tumble off your tongue. You avoid Eddie’s eyes, instead focusing on his chin as you talk. “I wanted to tell you, but I had never said it to anyone before. No one has ever meant this much to me. No one has ever been this kind, this completely non judgemental of me in my whole life. I’m not used to any of it: the way you touch me, talk to me, look at me. It’s borderline embarrassing how easily I fell for you. I should have said it right awa—“ Eddie stops your babbling with his own lips, and you kiss him back with relief. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize his cheeks are wet with his own tears against your face. His warmth spreads through you like a fire, consuming every ounce of worry you’d been carrying around since meeting him.

“I know you do, but thanks for sayin’ it.” He says against your lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck tighter. “I love you, too.”

You want to press pause right here, look at Eddie’s expression of love for you indefinitely. The two of you dance as the song fades into Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar, easily going from a slow sway to an upbeat dance circle when your friends rejoin you on the floor.

“Steve H.! C’mon up here, Steve!” The MC reads off the clipboard for the next performer. You look to your Steve H., who’s stopped his conversation with a pretty woman in the corner to look to the stage in horror.

“Steve?” The guy calls again, looking around to find the one making his way to the stage.

“What the shit?” Steve crouches, running over to you and Eddie with a panicked look on his face. “What did you do?!” Steve shoves Eddie, not aggressively, but more frustrated with his stupid friend.

“Me? Nothing!”

“I’m not going up there.”

“Aw, why not?” Eddie pouts at Steve, who gives him another hard shove.

“Okay, guess we’re moving on. Hailey P.!” The crowd claps for the girl approaching the small stage, and you focus your attention back on the boys arguing behind you.

“Guys. Guys!” You push yourself between the two, who’ve been slapping each other’s chests in a testosterone fueled argument. “Quit it! We’re having fun!”

“Y/N’s right.” Steve responds, holding his hand out to Eddie. “Truce?”

Eddie’s skeptical, his eyes narrowing at Steve as he slowly takes his hand and shakes it. “Truce.”

You release your held breath with relief. “Now, let’s go get another round.”

It’s 2AM when the six of you finally leave the bar, drunk and tired from dancing and hollering over the music. “I’m driving!” Steve exclaims. “I had two beers, and that was,” He looks at an imaginary wrist watch on his arm, “about four hours ago. Let’s hit it.” Steve pulls Eddie’s van keys out of his pocket.

“Y’sure you’re okay to drive?” Robin slurs, wobbling as she walks to the passenger door.

“Plenty sure.” Steve rolls his eyes before performing an impromptu sobriety test, walking with one foot placed right in front of the other, bringing each pointer finger to his nose. “Z, Y, X, W—“

“Okay, we get it!” Robin flops down in the front seat, her head lolling to the side. Eddie leans his head on your shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately, while Nancy curls up next to Jonathan, her breaths evening.

You figure the music is loud enough, so you don’t worry about waking the two of them. “Hey, Jonathan?” You whisper, barely moving to face him so as not to wake your boyfriend.

“What’s up?” He whispers back.

“I know we just met, but I wanted to ask you about your brother.”

“Will?”

“Yeah,” You pause, trying to form a sentence that isn’t I heard he died and came back to life, what the fuck was that about? Instead, you say, “his friends talk about him a lot. I think he and I may… have some things in common.”

“I mean, I know he’s gonna be campaigning with everyone tomorrow night, maybe you can talk to him? I’m sure he’s heard about you by now, I know I had.” Jonathan jerks his chin at Eddie. “Kid doesn’t shut up about you. I heard most of what he said from Nancy, who got her quotes from everyone else, like the reporter she is. Anyway, he’s obsessed with you, enchanted. You hex him or something?” He lets out a quick laugh.

You feel your face warm as you rest your head on top of Eddie’s. The last thing you expected when you reached Hawkins was to fall in love. You’re so glad you were wrong. “Not on purpose. Whatever magic’s going on here, I had nothing to do with it.”

“If I can chime in here,” Steve looks at you in his rear view mirror as he talks. “Eddie has not been able to shut up about you since you got here. Robin has given me the pleasure of a play by play whenever you two are within spitting distance, much to my objection. The week you two wouldn’t talk, he talked to me. And we don’t talk!”

You feel your cheeks redden at Jonathan and Steve’s recollections of Eddie’s words, finally recognizing that you’re safe with these people. They have no intention of leaving, actively battling your insecurity instead. You let yourself close your eyes, the movement of the van, along with the warmth of your friends, lulling you to sleep.

Eddie’s POV

Waking up, he realizes Steve’s pulled into your driveway. “Stop number one, Y/N! Wakey wakey.” Steve reaches back to jostle your leg, rousing you from your nap. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, focusing on Eddie’s face looking at you.

“Wanna come in?” You ask him, and he doesn’t hesitate, throwing the back door open.

“Keep the van safe for me, Harrington. I trust you!” He leaps out of the backseat, grabbing what looks like a duffel bag from his trunk before offering his arm for you to take, ignoring Steve’s shouts of objection. He holds your wobbly frame up as the two of you slowly trudge up the walkway to the front door.

Eddie follows you over the threshold as quietly as he can, but gives up when he realizes you’re stomping around your kitchen at full volume. “My dad’s doing an overnight, and my mom can sleep through anything. Don’t be quiet on my account.” You yank the refrigerator open, bending to search its shelves for something to satisfy your drunken craving. “Grilled cheese?”

“Sounds delicious.” Eddie sits at the counter, propping his chin on his hand to watch you shuffle around the kitchen, slapping butter onto bread, onto cheese, onto the pan that sizzles at the contact. You make two passable sandwiches, sliding Eddie his over the countertop. He devours it, feeling the grease and bread sop up the alcohol in his bloodstream, realizing he’s fucking starving.

“By the way, there is something I haven’t done… Something I wanna try. Can’t imagine trying it with anyone else...”

Eddie looks up at you, a bite of grilled cheese in his cheek. “What’s that?” He asks with his mouth full.

“I uh, saw the handcuffs on your wall. You ever use ‘em?”

Eddie chokes as you finish the thought, a sudden ache between his legs. “Uh, no. No, I never have, but I’ve wondered…”

“Well, if you ever wanna quench your curiosity, just say the word.” You give him a mischievous grin before taking a bite of your own sandwich, reveling in the blush on Eddie’s face. “But it’s late. Come to bed?”

Eddie nods, pushing from his chair and approaching you on the other side of the counter. You reach your hand for him to take, but he swats it away, instead scooping you into a bridal carry, and hauls you up the stairs without breaking eye contact. You cackle as he throws you down onto the bed, then flinging himself on top of you.

“You have something for me?” Eddie fingers the waistband of your pants.

“Everything I have is yours. But yes.” You help him yank your pants down, taking your underwear off with them. You grab the lace from your ankles and dangle it in front of his face. “You gotta earn these though.”

“I’ll do more than earn them, sweetheart.” Eddie says seductively, almost a whisper despite the door being closed. He collides his face with yours, lips latching onto your mouth as you kiss him back desperately.

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chapter X

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