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im tired of meeting other leftists but theyre so locked in on the most asinine aspects of politics possible. im so sorry i didnt meet your social justice enamel pin quota and listen to a band that said faggot once in the 90's. do you do anything besides tweet free palestine and wear 15 dollar patches that say Women Rule The World. quickly.
#đ#AND I WANNA MAKE IT CLEAR BEFORE SOMEONE TRIES TO TWIST THIS UP#yes spreading information on the internet is important especially with palestne. documenting it is important.#but thats not where actual activism and community starts and ends#my old roommate was like this#they tweeted all the typical ancom stuff but then relied on me (who is disabled and they werent) to work and pay all our bills#buy their special food cause they were vegan#and buy all their booze for them#all the while they did not work or contribute to rent#again. im disabled and they were not.#and then had to kick them out eventually because they assaulted me when i put my foot down#these are the kinds of people yall are
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Kinktober Day 1 ~ Wardrobe Malfunction
Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader
Summary: Your bikini top suddenly falls off at the beach and Logan sees you. Minors DNI!
A/N: Happy first day of Kinktober! I'm very excited, I hope you all enjoy!
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You never thought something like this would happen to you.
Your bikini top, the one whose string you triple-knotted to make sure it stayed on, came off.
The horror on your face was apparent when a breeze connected to your chest and the fabric attached to your skin disappeared. Whatâs even worse was that your top fell off right in front of Logan, a man you were crushing on so hard it was ridiculous.
You two were in the water, basking in the sun. It turned to a playful fight, droplets clinging to you as Logan kept attacking you with water. The fight led to him grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder. When you came up for air, thatâs when it happened.
You know he saw you. Your breasts in his line of sight, soaked in that seawater. His eyes were almost out of their sockets with how long he stared at you. You quickly covered yourself up with your arms, seeing your top floating in the water before grabbing it, rushing to get out.
âWhere are ya going?â Logan shouted from behind you.
You didnât answer but heard his rushing footsteps. The rest of the team gawked at the two of you when you ran across the beachâfeet dusted with sand, going to the nearest cabana. You felt flustered, face burning up. Now, youâve made everything awkward. Your relationship with Logan, built on respect and genuine care, was gone. All because your top decided to be complicated.
Logan called your name outside and your muscles tensed.
âYou okay?���
No, he just saw your breasts on full display. You were far from okay.
âIâm fine. Go back to the others.â
So you can forget that it ever happened.
âWell, donât ya need help putting that back on?â
You froze, remembering that your top had four strings. Ororo helped you tie the one across your back the first time.
âOkay, just be quick.â
Your back was still towards him, not wanting to look him in the eye. You tried not to focus on his large, slightly wrinkled hands when he helped you with your topâcarefully tying the string against your back. As you handed him the strings to go around your neck, your fingertips brushed along his.
âIâm sorry.â You started apologizing: âI thought the top was tied on tight.â
âItâs alright. Not the first pair Iâve seen before.â You roll your eyes, embarrassment quickly fading away as you remember his conquests. âBut theyâre the best ones Iâve seen so far.â
You forced out a laugh, âDonât make me kick you out.â
âIâm serious.â When you turn around, his lowered eyes search your face for any hint to show you were uncomfortable. You werenât. âI wish I couldâve seen them under different circumstances but fuck, Iâm glad I did.â
âWhatâs the different circumstances?â
Logan glances towards the entrance before going back to you. âIn my bed. After I take you out on a few dates.â
âOh.â You blink at the subtle confession. âDidnât think youâd last after one date.â
His mouth twitches in amusement, âWith someone like you, I can.â
Maybe you were glad that your top did what it did, otherwise you wouldâve spent another day pining for Logan. Now, it was clear he also had the hots for you, an idea appeared in your head.
âWanna see them again?â
Logan let out a low breath and a curt nod. You reach behind you, untying the knot he made. Logan grabbed your top, stuffing it in his pockets, eyes never leaving your exposed chest.
âFuck me. Look at youâŚâ
His eyes search your breasts. How they sat so prettily, almost shining due to minuscule drops of water on your skin. The way Logan stared at you made your stomach twist. He stepped closer, raising his hand with an urge to touch, not before asking for permission.
You barely got the âyesâ out when heâs on you. Logan cupped your breast, groaning at how perfectly you fit in his palm. You grip his shoulder when he leans down and capture your lips in a kiss.
Itâs hot and heavy as your tongues slide amongst each other. Loganâs still playing with your breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He swallows whatever noises come out of you, not wanting to alert the rest of the team. Your hand digs into his messy hair when he parts to kiss your neck. You warn him not to mark you because you donât want to be bombarded with questions when you two return home.
Logan listens, only placing kisses on you, trailing down to your chest. The source that started everything. You tug on his hair when he captures a breast in his mouth. While doing so, his arm goes under your bottom to pick you up. The action makes you gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist.
You hold Loganâs face close to you as heâs sucking on your nipple, determined to replace the seawater with his saliva. He lets out another groan when switching to your other breast, wanting to do this to you all day. Your moans let him know you didnât want him to stop.
âHey? You two okay in there?â
Scott called, and you tugged on Loganâs hair to get him to stop. âYeah! Weâre fine. Weâre about to come out!â
âOkay...â
After hearing Scott walk away from the cabana, Logan growls against your breasts.
âFucking boy scout.â
You snort, kissing the top of his head, âWe can continue when we get back.â
Logan grunts, licking at the valley of your breasts before helping you get down. He ties up your top again and walks you out.
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âăWarning: NSFW | pinv sex, creampie, cum eating, blowjob, orgasm control, overstimulation, loss of virginity (m.), handjob, mutual masterbation (each other) if you squint, riding, spit play, breath play, reader has fem! anatomy, mentions of blood & blood sucking (from a lip bite)| lmk if I forgot anything
âăPairing: afab/gn! soft dom(-ish)! Reader x sub(-ish)! virgin! Coriolanus Snow
âăSummary: uhm, you take Snows' virginity <3
âăA/N: first time writing gn reader, please be respectful and tell me if anything's wrong, but don't be mean about it and i finally wrote reader spitting in Coryos' mouth and it should be a regular thing, look AT him ugh, a meal fr, wanna eat him, suck off all of his cu- i should stop...
Ps. The one who requested this to be gn, i hope you like this and i did it justice, if there's anything wrong (like accidentally refering to the reader as fem) then please let me knw :)
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âYou've never done this before?â You questioned as you entered his room. All cold and dusty stone with a bed on the corner. The bed in which you plan to do unspeakable things with him.
âNo, he said, âWill that be a-â You shake your head as you see his wide blue eyes waiting for rejection. He hated that he brought you here. He hated that you saw him. Him. Not Coriolanus Snow from the academy but Coryo who tries and tries but gets fucked over anyway.
After finding out that the District 12 girl was his, he wanted to protest, he was being set up to fail. You saw him for he is, his mind filled with worries, endless thoughts running around making him unable to breathe. He felt invalid and he needed you to do something about it.
And as you notice him among the crowd, seduce him with your eyes and whisper your desires to him. He brings you to the penthouse, trying to control the urge to apologize as you have to walk 12 cases of stairs.
You knew his secret like the dean did but you didn't do anything about it except for the meals and clothes sent to him anonymously during the coldest nights of Panem but he didn't know that.
You walked towards him, pinning him to the door of his room with a gentle thud. âYou don't have to worry about anything, princess,â you whispered to him, your eyes filled with lust and your lips twisted in a teasing smile. You run your finger over his sharp jaw, taking joy when a soft gasp comes from him. His breathing is getting faster and the blood rushing from his cock and his head turning empty from your simple touch.
You were going to have some fun with this boy. You're going to make him yours. Make him forget and help him through everything as his now serrah. Even if it means rigging the games so he would win. It's your job to care for him now and you're a perfectionist.
The first task, let the wide-eyed man feel pleasure in someone's touch for the first time. You tsk in dissatisfaction as your fingers feel his bony chest. He needs to eat, he needs to be pampered. âI'll have to fix thatâ, you thought as you pressed your lips on his collarbone. He lets out a breath, his body heating up from the kisses you plant on his chest. Your tongue teasing his nipple causes him to whimper and you earn a broken moan when your teeth decide to nip the bud.
You suck his nipple, savoring the gasp he makes and how his fingers wove into your hair. âPlease. Please more,â he groans and who are you to deny him? You couldn't say no to his pretty face even if you didn't want to. So you get down on your knees, pushing your face into his crotch and you swear you could smell the heady scent of his pre-cum soaking through his trousers. You moan, deciding to tease him as you use your teeth to pull down his zipper. You'll never know the will it took for Coriolanus not to cum right then and there.
You take down his trousers, the line of his hard cock clear in his boxes, a wet spot of his pre-cum formed where the tip is. You decided not to tease him words but with actions, your tongue licks the wetness, letting your saliva sweep into the fabric along with his salty pre. He groans above you, a thud echoing into this room as the back of his head hits the door.
You set his cock free from its confines, your mouth watering as you look at the pink tip forming a bead of pearly white pre-cum. The tip of your tongue catches it and the pleasure (or torture) of Coriolanus Snow begins.
You start simply, teasingly as your lips trail sloppy wet kisses all over his length. Your tongue traces along the pretty veins of his cock, your lips reaching his base and mouthing his cock causing him to let out a needy whine and a plea of more, more and more. You repeat the process until you catch his cockhead inside of the carven of your warm, wet mouth. Another broken groan leaves his mouth as he sees your lips stretch around his mushroom tip.
The fingers of his curled in your hair tightens and as a warning you make your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs causing him to his and immediately loosen his grip on you. An apology falls from his lips, his eyes glossing over as he feels his dick getting wet. Your mouth begins to suck his tip. Your tongue savors the bitterness of him as you swirl your tongue around his slit, lapping up as much as possible.
Meanwhile, Snow was biting his lower lip as hard as possible, the blood pooling in his mouth as he tried to keep much of his sound quiet for the sake of others who might be home. His mind was blank, all he could think was how pretty you looked on your knees like this, how you took control despite the one kneeling. You didn't even take all of him, sucking his cockhead diligently but the rest of his cock was left out. He was glad that did so because he knew he couldn't take the hot, wet mouth of yours all over his cock without cumming on the spot.
He could feel himself venture too close to spilling inside of your mouth, he let his free hand venture down to the path and he gripped the base of his cock trying to ruin his upending orgasm.
You take your mouth off him, making him let out a desperate whimper as he feels his dick out of your warm carven. You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling utterly amused by how adorable he is. You kiss his tip. âTrying to last longer, baby?â You questioned with a teasing tilt in your voice.
���I don't want toâ Snow can't admit the fact he doesn't want to cum so soon, it's embarrassing so he says it in different terms, âI want this to last.â His eyes were now fully blown with lust, his curls clinging to his forehead and his cheeks painted red with pleasure.
âHmm,â you hum, standing up trying to ignore the slight ache of your knees. You take his hand, guiding the boy to bed before pushing him on the mattress. You straddle him, his shirt was long forgotten on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. It was your turn now and you quickly did the same. Coryo lets out a needy soft noise as your skin is exposed to his eyes, his fingers skimming along the curves of your body. âCan I?â He asked, his eyes begging for your agreement.
âYes, Coryo. You can,â you permit him and you nearly let out a wanton moan as the heat of his fingertips sweeps into your skin, warming you up as his hands experimentally begin to knead your breasts. His fingers squeeze your nipples making you softly moan near his ear. âThat's it, baby. Make me feel good.â You whispered to him, âA bit rougher- ah- ah- there you go. That's a good boy.â
His hips jolt forward when you praise him and a whine escapes from the back of his throat. âPlease,â he lets out, âLet me feel you. I will be good, I promise.â You gaze wonders at his angry red tip and you decide not to play with him any further for the moment. You kiss his forehead for a moment of vulnerability in all of this tension. âOkay, my prince,â you whispered as you kissed his lips next, letting your tongues meet in a rather filthy and sloppy kiss as you let him guide you to your back on the mattress.
His hand traces down and gets a hold of your hips, his fingers squeezing the flesh a tad too hard but it felt so good and the fact he would leave marks didn't bother you. Your fingers wove into his blonde strands, bringing him down to catch his lips in an open mouth kiss. As your other hand is on his shoulder, his body pressed onto yours and you moan into his mouth as you feel his comforting weight on top of you. His dick twitched against your thigh, leaking pre-cum onto your skin.
You take in his bleeding bottom lip in your mouth and suck on it, enjoying the tang of the metallic taste on his tongue as he clumsily begins to press his cockhead into your soaking cunt. You were so focused on Coriolanus that you had forgotten about your aching cunt begging to be stretched with his cock.
If it hadn't felt so good when his cock slid right in because of how wet you were, you would have been embarrassed. You bite into his lower lip, trying to adjust to the burn of being stretched by his thick cock. If you weren't so impatient, you would have taught Coryo how to prep you first but that's for another day.
Coryo feels your teeth sinking into his bottom lip and a wanton, surprised moan leaves his mouth, his balls emptying and thick spurts of his cum flood into your pussy. You cry out as you feel his cock cumming against your pulsating walls. He buried his head onto your shoulder as he gasped his apology. As much as frustration filled your mind, you knew that you had to be gentle with your plaything.
You run your fingers through his hair, comforting him. âIt's fine,â you whispered, your lips placing soft kisses on his shoulder. âBut I don't want it to be over,â he admitted, shyness and desperation filling in his tone. âIt doesn't have to be,â you replied as you squeeze your walls around his softening cock. A wicked smile plays on your lips, as you whisper, âIt isn't over until I say so.â
He nods, willing to agree with whatever you say. You pushed him off you, getting yourself on top of him as his soft cock fully slips out of your pussy, leaving the entrance pushing out of his cum. Your fingers gather his seed and you pop your digits into your mouth, your tongue lapping up his taste off your fingertips. His dick twitches from the sight, coming back to life as Coryo lets out a whine while he looks at you sucking your fingers so good with your mouth hollow.
You take his length in your hand, fingers surrounding the girth in a perfect fist. He hissed when you squeezed and began to stroke him slowly. Trying your best not to overwhelm him and failing miserably because tears were pooling in his eyes, his lips were parted to leave wounded, pretty sounds. His fingers curled on the bed sheets as you stroke his cock back to life.
You lean to press another kiss to the tip, your eyes peering at his teary ones. âYou sure?â You asked, you had to pat his cheek for an answer because all that left his mouth as you questioned was a whimper.
âDo you want to continue, Coryo?â You asked, in the softest tone possible. Your mind is ready to cuddle him for aftercare and draw a shower. But instead, he shakes his head, âDon't please- I need this.â
âOkay, I won't,â you whispered back, your lips pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, and then let the kisses trail until you reach his neck where his pulse is. Your mouth begins to suck as you continue to stroke his length, your fist now covered with his drooling pre-cum, a bit more watery than before.
Your free hand goes to your cunt, your fingers rubbing your clit to feel some relief from your aching pussy. Coriolanus notices that and can't help but feel bad. His fingers wrapped around your wrist stopping your movements, a silent question in his eyes and you removed your hand in answer.
A giddiness could be seen in Coryos as he explores your cunt for the first time. You get into a position where it is easier for you both to play with each other. He spreads your pussy lips, his eyes taking in your glistening cunt (with your juices and his cum). He swipes at your folds, gathering the wetness all over his digits, and you encourage him to take the digits in his mouth, and of course, he agrees.
He will do anything to get his head empty and his body to be jelly. So he takes his fingers in his mouth, letting his tongue lick every remnant of your juices and his bitter cum. He groans, his eyes getting cross stared and his cock begins to throb dangerously in your end. He was close to the edge again by such a simple thing.
âCuteâ you thought, but you don't want him to cum again without getting something in return. So you stopped the strokes, ignoring his confusion, and pleas for more. Instead, you guide yourself on his cock again, your eyes flashing to him with a warning that despite the gentleness you had shown, you could be cruel too.
Yet when you sink on his cock, you make sure to hold his hand, fingers intertwined for comfort. You murmur endless praises to him.
âThat's a good boy.â âLook at you filling me up so well.â âAh- fuck, baby. Your cock is stretching me out perfectly.â
Each praise made his cock throb against your pulsating walls. This time he didn't cum immediately, but the jolt of electricity that went through his veins when both of your pelvis bones were touching, now joined to the hilt felt like he did. You take the hand you were holding and kiss the inside of your wrist with butterfly kisses.
These simple actions of yours were overwhelming to him. No one had cared for him so delicately like he was glass. It meant everything to him and a rush of emotions caused tears to begin to flow from his eyes.
You chalked his crying to overstimulation and leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. âIt's okay,â you whispered against his ear, âIt's okay, Coryo.â You let out a soft moan as you begin to move your hips. Slow and shallow thrusts. You hear him groan too, his hand squeezing yours. His free hand on your ass, groping the flesh.
âThat's a good boy,â you whispered when you began to speed up your rocking hips making Coriolanus gasp. âYou're doing so well, my dear,â you praised him. You moan as your hips find the perfect angle to hit the spongy spot in your gummy walls.
You begin to ride Coryo in earnest. His cock stroked the deepest part of your slick walls with each thrust. It makes you see stars with each breath you take. It was perfect and you made sure that Snow knew that with your hushed praises. Meanwhile, Coriolanus wasn't better off either with molten lava in his body, his mind now blank with how good getting dick wet felt.
He never understood the hype about sex but now he was addicted. He was sure he was going to need you like air, like a puppy going for a pet to its owner for comfort. He was going to need you after this, again and again.
He was close, wanting to cum again, he could feel how wet your walls were and wondered if it was your juices or his own that contributed to it the most. He was close so he voiced that. âI am-â he closed his eyes, feeling the burn of embarrassment, âClose.â
You hum in response, stopping your movements to catch a much-needed breath. âYou're not allowed to cum until I say so, pretty boy,â you said with authority, âI let it go the first time, now I expect you to behave.â You add, âYou'll cum with my permission or else. . .â You smirk, âYou're a smart boy, Coryo. You wouldn't like punishment, would you?â
Coriolanus shakes his head, he sniffs and you find it adorable how his nose scrunches up that it makes you smile at him. âI will be good, I promise,â he whispered, his voice hoarse. âPlease.â
You give him a nod. You leaned down to kiss his lips, both of your tongues tangling together into something soft. Your hand leaves the grip it had on his hand to wrap itself around his neck. He moans inside your mouth as you put a bit of pressure onto his neck, not restricting his breathing but certainly making him light-headed. It worked as a good distraction.
Your free hand goes between your bodies and you find your clit. Your fingers begin to play with the bud. Small circles send jolts of pleasure to your core, making your cunt tighten around his dick. It made his hip snap back into yours, a deep groan resounding in the room as his hips began to thrust into you. Just small movements of sheer desperation of wanting to cum.
You were feeling the same, desperation clawing your body as the tension keeps building and building each time his cockhead grazes your g-spot. You were so close and everything turned sloppy.
Two animals in heat it seemed with how the two of you were acting. Your fingers pinch your clit as you begin to rock on his cock faster than ever, deep groans leaving Coryo's lips and his hands holding onto your hips to ground him as he takes whatever you give.
He was pussy drunk, his eyes glazed over and mouth drooling on the corners. You were pathetic enough to lick the saliva, holding his jaw open as you gathered your spit inside your mouth and then you let the goop of drool fall onto his tongue.
You thought for a moment this would snap him out from his fucked out glaze, except he swallowed it without a word, his hips stuttering in the pace and he mutters, his lips glistening, âThank you. Thank you. Thank you.â And god, that ruined you.
Your cunt begins to spasm around his cock, flexing walls around his length causing him to cry out for permission to let go and you yell out a yes. Liquidy spurts of cum begin to shoot out of his tip and inside your womb. Both of you let out a moan as the thrusts begin to slow down and cease.
As soon as you catch your breath and your body feels solidified, you caress his cheek. âWould you like to cuddle, baby?â
The answer to that was a breathless yes.
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[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]
Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity
Warnings: none! A bit of angst, mentions of Aemondâs eye pain, flufffffâ¨
Word count: 5.6k+
A/n: soooooooo what do we think??đ shitâs bout to hit the faaaanđââď¸đ¤ reblogs and comments are so appreciated!đ𼚠also a special thank you to @namelesslosers & @catinapottedplant for beta-ing this for me<3333
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Chapter 7: country club
âIt feels like weâre on a secret mission,â you say as you walk hand in hand upstairs towards Alicentâs study with Helaena.
âYou know she only allowed me once in this room? The boys arenât allowed even near the stairs,â she scoffs and you nod at her, knowing how Aegon would probably turn into a kid all over when he steps into a new area. âBut to let you inside this room⌠she either wants to fuck you over for shagging her son or something serious is happening.â
âAlicent fucking me over isnât serious in your humble opinion?â you ask her, shaking your head when she grins at you. âYouâre exactly like Aegon, carbon copy.â
âHow dare you?â she gasps, leading you to the end of the hallway. âAegon is a whore, a lovely one, but still a whore.â
âI didnât mean that you are one too, what do you take me for?â You nudge her with your elbows, giggling as you walk closer to the door at the end of the path. âI mean you guys are just chaotic! Both of you think your Mum is too dangerous and at the same time sheâs a saint.â
âDonât worry, gorgeous. Iâll back you up in there if she brings up Grandpa and how he says a new relationship is bad for Aemond.â She pats your head and you gawk at her.
âBitch, you better,â you slap her hand away playfully. âYou set us up, Iâm gonna snitch on you if your Mum says anything about this. Also⌠why is it a bad thing for Aemond to move on?â
âThatâs⌠weâll talk about it later, yeah?â she says awkwardly, knocking on her motherâs study door before she pushes it open, âOh! Well⌠morning, Mum.â
âHi, hey!â Alicent clears her throat as she tries to appear busy with a line on her wooden desk while Criston turns his back to her and looks out of the window, both of them flushed and blushing. âMorning, girls!â
âHi, Ali,â you look between the couple, watching with amusement as Helaena tries to stifle her giggles and Alicent is nearly fainting with how red and ashamed she looks. âHow are you doing on this fine morning?â
âAmazing!â She claps her hands, and sits down on the chair and points at the loveseats in front of her desk. âAs you know Aemondâs birthday is in a few days, three to be exact, and I thought we should do something special for him. I mean, as special as he lets usâŚâ
âI donât remember if Iâve ever been to one of his birthdays,â you shrug. âSo, what is the plan?â
âYou know we already have our wine selection, we even told him that it will be for his birthday. But⌠I was thinking about hosting this party in the Targaryen country club.â
âWowââ
âAre you serious, Mum? Like actually fucking serious?â Helaena cuts you off, her blonde brows twisting in a deep frown. âYouâre joking.â
âHelââ
âNo, you know how he feels about them! You know this and you wanna torture him!â
âWhat? Whatâs going on?â you ask, trying to intervene in the situation before Helaena says something she might regret later. âIs there going to be someone other than us?â
âListen to me, my loves,â she sighs and looks at Criston pleadingly before she averts her Bambi eyes to you, âmy family is rich enough to buy thousands of these clubs, but during my divorce with Viserys⌠his one and only condition was that we couldnât have access to the club without telling him or Rhaenyra first.â
âBasically, she has to invite them all because of a stupid fucking belief when she knows how much pain they have caused Aemond!â
âHelaena.â Alicentâs voice echoes in the room, and for the first time you see how your best friend shrinks from her motherâs gaze. âDarling girl, I will only tell them about a gathering, nothing more or less.â
âWhy do you wish to throw this party there?â You reach to hold Helaenaâs hand and she squeezes yours in gratitude, helping her calm down a little bit. âI mean we can do this somewhere else! Maybe a party on your family yacht!â
âBecause Aemond is a man of history, and that club has been passed on from generation to generation. It holds kind of a legacy for Targaryens. And knowing Aemond and where he decided to get married, I think he will love it.â
âYeah, he will if the person who cut his eye out doesnât show up,â Helaena sighs, rubbing her forehead, âListen, Mum, I love you and I really respect you but⌠come on, Aemond will not like it if Rhaenyra shows up, nor will any of us! I donât think he wants to see eye to eye with Viserys after how his wedding turned into shambles.â
âIâm not inviting them, Iâll just text your fatherâs assistant to tell him weâll be there. I doubt he wants to join us anywayâŚâ Alicent rests her forehead on her hands, and in an instant, Criston stands next to her, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. âThank you.â
âDoes this party have a theme or a dress code?â you ask, leaning back on the seat, trying your best not to show your excitement for your boyfriendâs birthday party.
âIt will be a formal gathering, a cocktail party of sorts. Luxurious, comfortable, and a bit of a show-off because my father will join us and he is all about image and reputation, so there will definitely be a few photographers. Oh, and my brother will join us as well!â
âFinally meeting this ultra-rich Uncle Gwayne,â you chuckle, nodding at Alicent. âI hope gifts are allowed.â
âAemond hates giftsââ
âLet her buy something for him, maybe someone out of the family will change his mind, yeah?â Helaena comes to your rescue, winking at you and squeezing your hand, âBesides, Uncle is going to give him something mind-blowing anyway.â
âAlright, but you will handle his attitude yourself,â she points at you, glancing at Criston, who is silently listening to the conversation. âSo, the country club, Rose wine, formal clothes, one single gift from you, and a good few days spent together.â
âIâve never been to a country club!â you acknowledge, already excited for the next few days you will be spending with the Targaryens. âWhat should I even pack?â
âCan I pack your clothes? Please? Pretty please?â Helaena begs you, pulling you up on your feet quickly before you both wave goodbye and leave Alicentâs study. âYou're gonna be so surprised to see what I have bought you now!â
âYouâre so fucking crazy.â You both laugh quietly as you walk past Daeronâs room. âAlright, you can pack my bags. But Iâm just gonnaââ
âGo, go! Go check up on your man, babe.â She kisses your cheek before she departs from you, skipping toward her room to grab a few things to bring for you.
With a soft sigh, you walk downstairs, moving through the endless hallways of the mansion, and finally reaching Aemondâs room. Knocking on his door gently, you wait for a response, but then you only hear a groan in what you can only assume is pain.
âLittle Nerd?â You slowly push the door open, finding Aemond curled up on his side, clutching his duvet hard in his fists. âBaby, are you alright?â
You approach him, padding towards his bed as he trembles slightly, his breaths coming out quickly and unevenly, and with worry, you crawl on his bed behind him, gently brushing his long hair off the spare pillow to rest your elbow on it.
âHeyâŚâ you lean over his face; he is flushed, his good eye is closed and the other is an empty socket. You brush his hair out of his face, caressing his head as gently as you can.
âDarling?â he calls for you, his voice fragile and quivering. You press a kiss on his clammy forehead, rubbing his arm to soothe him a little, finally understanding what he must be dealing with.
âHow bad is the pain?â You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub his arm, reaching to caress his fist gently, trying to open his fingers without bothering him. âWhat can I do for you?â
âJust⌠just leave,â he says through gritted teeth. âIâll be fine.â
âI know you will, but let me help you, yeah?â you try to convince him, snaking your arm behind his neck, gently rolling him over so there is no weight on his damaged eye. âCome on.â
âI always do it alone, I think I can copeââ
âI know you do, and Iâm proud of you for that,â you cut him off before his pain turns into anger, âbut you donât have to do it alone anymore.â
âI-I forgot to put my eyepatch onââ He tries to sit up and move away from you but you wrap your other arm around his middle and keep him on the bed. He can easily push you away, but when he doesnât, you sigh in relief and pull him down so his back rests on your chest, his head tucked in your shoulder.
âAlys⌠she used to give me head massages,â he whispers, closing his good eye as he slowly lets his body relax in your arms, the pain of his eye still lingering in the empty socket. âProbably the only thing she did without demanding anything in return.â
âWould you like me to do the same?â you ask, pulling the duvet on top of you, cradling his head in your arms. âOr, I can apply some of the creams you have put there.â
âMy head is killing me,â he groans again, turning in your arms to lay his head on your chest, and you tuck him under your chin, holding him close as he grabs your waist. âI forgot to take my meds last nightâŚâ
âOh no.â You squeeze him in your embrace, pouting a little as he battles with the agony. âTell me how I can help you, maybe I can do something to ease your pain.â
âYou canât do anything,â he sighs and looks up at you, reaching to cup your cheek. âJust stay here, the pills will kick in in a few minutes.â
âOkay,â you rest your hand on top of his, bringing his palm to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it, smiling down at him softly, âDo you wanna talk about something?â
âYeah, what should we talk about?â He rests his head back on your chest, closing his eye as he listens to your breathing.
âHmm, maybe your birthday?â
âNot a fucking chanceââ
âOh, come on, donât be a bummer! You're gonna be twenty-six in a few days! Thatâs exciting,â you chuckle as he groans and hides his face in your dress, smothering himself between your boobs, âand get your face off of my chest. I know your game, Targaryen.â
âStop calling me by my last name,â he groans, wrapping his arm around you to hold on to you tightly as a new wave of pain rushes through his nerves. âFuckâI wish I could die.â
âHey, look at me,â you look at him seriously, craning his neck to force him to look at you, âI know the pain is bad, my darling, I know⌠but you will get through it, you have done it before, you will do it again. Donât you dare say you wish toâ fuck I will never forgive you if you say that again.â
âIâm so sorry,â he says quietly, his grip tightening on you as you lean down to kiss the bridge of his nose. âI shouldnât have said thatâŚâ
âDonât be.â You prep his cheek with kitten kisses. âAs long as you have me, I wonât let anything happen to you. Also!â
âNo, pleaseââ
âWe should pack your clothes! Oh, Iâm gonna have so much fun giving you all of my attention on your birthday!â You squeal when he flips you both over, covering the empty socket of his eye before he leans down to kiss you.
Your lips move in sync, slowly and passionately, yearning for more, but you know Aemond is not in the right place to give in to your urges. Instead, you reach to remove his hand from his face after breaking the kiss.Â
âDonât hide yourself from me, baby.â You kiss him this time, letting him slowly relax and get comfortable. He kisses you back, and finally, his pain subsides.
âThis isâ wow!â
You look around as Aemond drives through the gates of the country club, his free hand mindlessly caressing your thigh. It is a shock that he decided to drive at nighttime, as he mostly lets someone else do the driving at such an hour, but you can sense his nervousness grow with each passing second.
âI know, itâs fucking huge,â he mumbles, rounding the steering wheel as he drives to the parking, stopping the car in front of the doorman. âGood evening, sir.â
âGood evening, Mr. Targaryen.â The man nods at Aemond and you, opening the door for him before he is handed the keys to the car.
You watch Aemond walk towards you, opening the door for you before he realizes his mother is right behind his car, stepping out of the SUV with Coleâs help. You pat his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before putting some distance between the two of you, waiting for others to join you and him.
âItâs gorgeous,â you exclaim, looking at the entrance of the building; just as Aemond said, the building itself is huge, but the area leading to it is just as beautiful and wide. You loop hands with Helaena as the group walks upstairs towards the door. âHow come we have never come here?â
âWell⌠Viserys comes here nearly every week. I think Mum didnât wanna see him at all,â she shrugs. âAnyway, his first wife was obsessed with this place. Not gonna lie, there is a huge portrait of her somewhere in the dining hall⌠used to make Mum so sad when she caught him staring at her more than glancing at her.â
âWow, what a piece of shit.â You grimace, giving her an apologetic smile. ���Sorry, babe, heâs just⌠an ass.â
âDonât worry, no one hates him more than your boyfriend,â she whispers, and you let out a sad chuckle, knowing how much damage he has done to Aemond.
âI might though,â you squeeze her arms, watching as some people open the door for you. âI wanna curse him for hurting my best friend and my man.â
âOooh, since when?â
âSince the day we fuckedââ
âForget I fucking asked.â She slaps your shoulder playfully, dragging you inside the building. âWelcome to the Targaryen country club!â
âItâs a shame how Iâve never been here,â Helaena rolls her eyes, âbut thank you. This is more than I can ever dream of.â
âAlright, weâve got two days before Aemondâs birthday! Sleep well tonight, and tomorrow, Iâm sure youâll enjoy your stay here,â Alicent says and kisses all of you goodnight, and Criston follows her towards the room.
âSo, lovers,â Aegon starts, wrapping an arm around Aemondâs shoulders even though he has a hard time reaching his height, âyou gonna share a room orrrrââ
âIâm gonna show her around,â Aemond extends his hand for you to take, and you let go of Helaena to reach for him, letting him pull you in his arms as he shrugs Aegon off of him, âand you better shut your mouth about this.â
âI saw nothing,â Aegon throws his hands up, looking at Daeron and Hel, who just nod and shoo you away. âHave fun!â
âThey are annoying,â he sighs as he pulls you away from them, walking through the large room with portraits hanging off the wall, leading you to the door which opens to the paths ending with tennis courts, a large swimming pool and a lake nearby.
âHow are you feeling?â you ask him, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest. âAre you excited for your chic birthday?â
âHmmm.â He rests his chin on top of your head as you both walk between the tennis courts. âNot really, at least I have you here. Thatâs something I look forward to.â
âIâm glad Iâm here too.â You reach a path thatâs decorated with willow and other trees, leading to a large golf area. âI like it when Iâm with you, I feel⌠I feel like I can breathe.â
âThatâs an exaggeration,â Aemond chuckles, kissing the crown of your head, âbut I feel the same. There are moments I think I am a better person when Iâm around you; less stoic, less uptight.â
âNope nope, itâs my turn to tell you about how I feel.â You pull away from his embrace, grabbing his hand to step off of the path and walk between the trees. âIâve never been in a relationship that allows me to be free this much. Thereâs always been a leash on me and my interests, and to be fair, Iâve never dated someone younger than me.â
âWhy the sudden doubt in our age gap?â Aemond asks, a shuddering smile on his face. âDoes it bother you?â
âWhat?â You turn around immediately to look at him, sighing before reaching to cup his face. âNo, no, of course not! Itâs actually something that crossed my mind a second ago. Two years is nothing, especially when I feel so safe and appreciated when Iâm by your side.â
âI justâ itâs difficult,â he sighs and rests his hands on your hips. âFor me, not-not you. I⌠I think about how things would have turned out if I was never dumped. Iâd never find something more than a friend in you.â
âItâs difficult for me, too.â You caress his cheeks. âThis feeling⌠isnât meant to be easy. It feels right, I mean what we have is right, despite the odds. Youâre fresh out of a relationship that lasted so long, and Iâve been your sisterâs friend for so long. Itâs kind of sad that if your ex didnât run away, I wouldnât be able to even kiss you. That makes me so fucking emotional.â
âYeah, the heartbreak is still there inside me, somewhere I canât really reach but I feel it somewhere, more than Iâd like to admit. Not because I think about Alys, no, but⌠did I really deserve that? I absolutely adore you, I canât put it into words, but Iâm lucky to find somethingâsomeone worth risking my life for.â
âYou donât know it yet, but you have a tendency to make me melt with your words. Itâs annoying, really, how impactful you are.â You make him chuckle, and he dips his head down to kiss you quickly. âCan I ask you something?â
âSure.â
âWhy are your Mum and Grandpa against our relationship?â
âWell,â he clears his throat, his grip tightening on your hips, âI know Mum loves you, and sheâll approve. No doubt about her, but Otto⌠well⌠he cares about our reputation so much. After the wedding, heâs been reaching out to us nonstop. He wants to make sure the world, or specifically, Rhaenyra and Viserys, know that we are in good shape. Me getting into a public relationship is just⌠so soon.â
âI understand⌠okay, so you donât wanna tell others just yet, right?â You lean back on one of the trees, wrapping your arms around Aemondâs neck. âI was curious, I hope I didnât make you uncomfortableââ
âHey, no, absolutely not.â He steals a quick kiss from you, caging you with one hand on the tree and the other on your waist. âIâm glad you asked me. I donât want you to think Iâm keeping you hidden from everyone. Iâm proud to be with you, and I would show you off to the world the moment I could.â
âAlright, Iâll keep my hands to myself.â You giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. âI wanted to also let you know that your father and sister might join us here.â
You see how he visibly tenses, jaw clenching as he thinks about the last time he saw them â the failed wedding.Â
âWhatever,â he says through gritted teeth, pulling away from you to take a deep breath, his hands on his hips as he looks up at the sky.
âAemond, I tried to say something so your Mum would kind of ditch them, butââ
âI know, I know, donât worry.â He is quick in reassuring you that he knows why they might show up. âNothing we can do about it now.â
âCome, I wanna spend one night without anyone bothering us,â you say and he agrees, intertwining your fingers as you both walk inside the building, enjoying a quiet night together.
âAll Iâm saying is that tea is the solution to all of your problems!â Helaena says, crossing her legs as she sips on her morning tea. The sun shines at the grounds of the country club, and Helâs suggestion to have breakfast in one of the many balconies is extraordinary.
âBold of you to say that in front of a coffee person,â you reply and reach for your cup. âAlso, thank you so much for packing these clothes! I had no idea I owned them.â
âWell, I can't let my bestie stay in our cultural country club without aesthetic clothesâoh, good morning birthday boy!â
âItâs not my birthday yet.â Aemond appears behind you, kissing the top of your head. âMorning, darling.â
âHi, handsome.â He bends down to kiss you slowly, making Helaena gag once more. âWhy do you look so disgusted? Youâre not a virgin, Iâm sure.â
âYeah, well, maybe because I grew up with her and you at the same time. And Iâm older than both of you and single. Do you see how horrible I must be feeling?âÂ
âCut the crap, Hel, I know youâve been in a very, very steamy friendship with the Stark boy. You ainât fooling no one.â She turns to you, gawking at you while her cheeks get covered in crimson red, blushing as she looks down at her tea. âBesides, he is hotââ
âI beg your pardon?â Aemond says, frowning at you and you are quick to chuckle and pull him down again, kissing him languidly. âIâm just trying to make her feel better. No one is near as hot as you are, Little Nerd. You are my one and only.â
âAlright, alright, we get it, now sit and eat something. Mum said something about guests coming over today,â Helaena says, and you watch how Aemondâs smile fades slowly. He nods silently and sits down in front of you, taking a sip from the coffee he is sure you made for him as he grows quiet.
âAemondâŚâ Helaena reaches and squeezes his shoulder. âI know how you feel about them, fucking hell, even I donât want them around, but it is what it is. JustâIâm begging you, donât make a scene.â
âAs if the last time they didnât provoke me.â He taps his foot on the ground, sipping on his drink before he sighs and pats his sisterâs hand. âI wonât talk to them, donât worry.â
âIâm worried about you, not them, sweet brother.â She smiles at him sympathetically. âThey have the tendency to get under everyoneâs skin.â
âNot yours though.â Aemond grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles while he talks to Helaena. âYou seem to like them anyway.â
âRight, because I danced one time with Jace shows how much I adore themââ
âYou had Aegon vibrating in his seat from anger.â
âProtective much?â you comment, and Aemond shrugs but matches your teasing smirk. âIs it a quality in Targaryen men? Should I be worried?â
âYeah, if youâd like me to not go to jail.â Helaena scoffs at him, and he continues, âIâd probably kill the man if they lay a hand on you.â
âThatâs so fucking hot, but please donât kill anyone, I need you around.â You lean forward to capture his lips in a kiss like you always do, but pull away quickly so Helaena can have a peaceful moment. âWho are your guests anyway? Besides your father and sister.â
âGrandpa will be here too. Daemon, I think? Oh, and there is a good chance Uncle Gwayne will join us tomorrow!â Helaena explains.
âIt doesnât matter, because Iâm gonna take you away from these people the moment we are done saying hi.â
âHow charming, Aemond.â You grin at him, hearing the sounds of Aegonâs quick steps reaching the balcony.
âMorning, morning.â Aegon bows dramatically. âAnyway, our precious, most gracious guests have arrived. You wonât believe how horrendous Viserys looks. Itâs like a snake has been eating him inside out, itâs fucking creepy.â
âMaybe you shouldnât say that about our father, Egg.â Helaena stands up and helps you up too, looking between you and Aemond. âDonât give them a reason to make our lives a living hell. You can disappear when we go outside, yeah? Just not nowâ and you! Keep your hands to yourself.â
âYes, Maâam,â Aemond nods and with one last reassuring smile, you all step off the balcony, and you watch how Aemondâs walls are back up as he walks downstairs; his face is stoic, emotionless as if he wasnât grinning a second ago. He walks with his hands locked behind his back, his shoulders rolled back and chin held high. You can see no trace of emotion in him anymore.
âThere they are,â Alicent says, her voice soft and welcoming, but everyone can feel the discomfort under it. âMorning, my loves. Come, let usââ
âYeah, yeah, thank you.â With a wave of a hand, Viserys dismisses the group entirely, limping towards the dining hall with his cane.
âI apologize, Father is really not doing well,â Rhaenyra tells Alicent, a polite smile on her face. âHe is more weary than ever. I hope you understand.â
âHe could have said a normal hello, couldnât he?â Aegon sneers, leaning against the wall as he watches everyone.
âAegon, please.â Alicent looks at her oldest, and once you look down, you see how her nails are bloody and raw from being picked at. âI hope you enjoy your stay here.â
âWe will, thank you.â Rhaenyra glances at Helaena, giving her a small smile, before she looks at Aemond. âIt is nice to see you well, brother. The marriage stunt was pretty horrible. Iâm glad you are well enough to host a party.â
âYeah, one would think two months after a horrible breakup, he would be in ruins.â Daemonâs booming voice echoes in the hall, and your arm tightens around Helaenaâs as you watch how he smirks, his and Rhaenyraâs kids coming into view shortly. âThe bridesmaid is here too, I see. You have got good company, nephew.â
âI do,â Aemond replies with the coldest voice you have ever heard from him. You watch him breathe softly, masking his feelings easily, but he is an open book to you; he is nervous, a bit angry, and the tension in his jaw and shoulders are evident.
âItâs nice seeing you again, Mr. Targaryen,â you say quickly, not really thrilled with how Daemon gives you an overall look, his smirk widening as he chuckles.
âYes, yes, very nice,â he looks at Rhaenyra and extends his arm to her. âShall we, niece?â
âOf course,â Rhaenyra answers and looks at Alicent. âWe will not be joining you for lunch. I wish to show the kids around.â
âMake yourself at home.â Alicent nods politely, glaring at Argon before she sighs and reaches to grab Aemondâs arm. âDarling, donât listen to them, alright?â
âYes, Mum,â he nods, his fingers fidgeting behind his back. âDonât worry.â
âWow, Helaena, you are glowing.â Jace, you remember Hel telling you about him, approaches the two of you. âYou look resilientââ
âBack off,â Aegon snaps, pushing himself off the wall, but Daeron is quick to wrap his arm around Aegonâs shoulders to keep him away from his nephew.
âThank you, Jacaerys,â Helaena responds politely, but grins when she sees her cousins. âIâve missed you two!â
Baela and Rhaena step forward, and your best friend lets go of your arm to hug the twins.
You glance at Aemond, finding him staring at his nephews while they greet him not-so-enthusiastically, and you take the chance to step in and comfort him with just having his back.
âHi, Iâm Helaenaâs friend.â You shake Jaceâs hand, but when you see his younger nephew smirking a bit too maliciously, you back off and stand next to Aemond.
âYeah, I think I remember you!â Jace exclaims, smiling politely as he tries to engage in a conversation with Aemond, but he only replies with low hums and nods.
âI remember you too! At my uncleâs wedding, right?â The younger one whose name you do not remember says, reaching to shake your hand. âLucerys, pleasure to meet you.â
âNice to see you.â You give him an awkward smile, remembering that he was the one who got into a fight with Aemond when they were kids, sighing when the images of that night play in your mind.
âBabe! Come, come, meet Baela and Rhaena!â You pat Aemondâs arm, lovingly mumbling a quick âlaterâ before you walk towards Hel and hug the twins quickly, enjoying how spiritual they are.
âHow about we go and take a quick walk around the building? Maybe we can settle for a game or two!â Daeron says, clapping his hand as he tries to break the tension between his siblings and nephews.Â
âIâm gonna go for a ride,â Aemond announces, moving away without waiting for any response, but stops and looks at you. âHave you seen our stables?â
âThe stables?â you ask quietly, and when Aegon nudges you from behind, you catch up on Aemondâs thoughts, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning. âNo! No, I havenât! I would love to though!â
âAlright, letâs go.â Aemond walks upstairs, and with an apology you bolt upstairs, following Aemond to his room so he can change, but he stops you and kisses you quickly when you are out of sight. âWait here, we donât want anyone to be suspicious, yeah? Iâll be out in a second.â
âOkay.â You peck his lips again before pushing him inside the room gently. âGo, go, canât wait to see you in your riding clothes!â
He only winks and smiles, shutting the door. He changes into his riding leather pants and black shirt, pulling on his knee high boots before he ties his hair in a ponytail.
âFuck me.â You eye him when he steps out, biting your lip as you rest your palms on his chest, running them down his body as you ogle at his tight pants, enjoying how delicious he looks in his riding clothes. âWhy have you been hiding this from me, handsome?â
âBecause I knew how much of a pervert you are, darling.â You notice how less nervous he is now, and you kiss his jaw, pressing yourself against him as you wrap your arms around his neck.
âGlad you are aware of how much I like to fuck you, because right now, nothing seems as wonderful as making you hard in these clothes.â
âYouâre a fucking tease,â he groans against your lips. âStop torturing me.â
âNever. Now come on, I believe you owe me a tour of the stables!â you say, letting him pull you downstairs by the hand, looking around to see if someone is around before he leads you to another path. You walk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face as you walk hand in hand.
âThis is my other lady,â he tells you as you walk through the stable, stopping in front of a black mare, running his palm over its long neck. âShe doesnât have a name, unfortunately. Nothing fits her.â
âSheâs gorgeous.â He reaches for your hand, gently placing it on the mareâs back, rubbing it softly. âWill you bring her out now?â
âWould you like me to?â
âI would love it very much!â You step aside as Aemond pushes the wooden door open, grabbing his horseâs reins to guide her outside the stables, and you follow him, watching as he mounts the black mare, and bolts his horse to the field. Someone opens the fence for him and he rides through it.
You rest your hands on the fence, smiling at the sight of him rounding the field with his horse, sun shining bright on his silver hair, casting an angelic glow on his face. âYouâre doing amazing, sweetie!âÂ
He smiles at you, stopping in front of you before he points for you to hop over the fence and you do hesitantly, stepping next to his horse.
âCome on, ride with me.â He reaches for your hand, pulling you up with ease, making room to help you sit in front of him. âI remember how scared you were the first time you caught me in our old stables.â
âPlease, donât remind me!â you laugh, throwing your head back on his shoulder. âIt was horrendous! I nearly let your fatherâs stallion stomp on me.â
âYeah, well, I saved you, so you can thank me for that,â he whispers in your ear, kissing the side of your neck. âDo you wanna step down? I feel you shaking.â
âIâm shaking because the amount of affection I have for you is too intense.â You crane your neck to look at him, and he pulls on the reins to stop the horse as he looks down at you.
âHow bad is this affection?â
âSo bad that I wanna kiss you in front of everyone.â He leans down, resting his forehead on yours. âMaybe later, yeah?â
âYeah, you handsome idiot, now kiss me when no one is watching.â
He does kiss you, but unbeknownst to you, there is someone watching.
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[5k] neither of you considered the possibility of your family and friends finding out about your relationship. however, in a series of events, they discover you and quinn are together. but it's fine as long as luke doesn't find out, right?
part one // series masterlist
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When the season started, you thought it would be easier to hide your relationship from everyone you knew. Never once did either you or Quinn expect to be caught.Â
And never once did you think the first person to learn about you and Quinn would be Trevor fucking Zegras of all people.
Before the semester had even started, it had been an unspoken agreement between you and Quinn that you would fly out during reading week. It would be difficult to avoid questionsâmostly from Luke who would be offended you werenât going to fly out to New Jerseyâbut it was doable. It just took a few weeks of you dropping hints and clues about flying out to Canada to your best friend for him to not really question it when you said you were going to visit your brother.Â
And after months away, it was a fucking dream to have this week with Quinn, to settle that uneasiness in your chest that had been lingering since you left the lakehouse that summer.Â
You both knew the hockey schedule was insane. You knew neither of you could really leave his apartment. But with a string of games at home for the week, it seemed worth having that week together.Â
You didnât think anything could go wrong.
âWhat are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?â
Your fingers paused the random shapes they were tracing on his bare chest, moving to lift your head to find him already staring at you with a fond look.Â
âYou. Us. This. Everything.â You listed off, your lips twitching upwards when he rolled his eyes. âWhat? You asked and I answered.âÂ
âI think youâre holding out on me,â Quinn retorted, his hand squeezing where it rested on your hip. âWanna share what things you were thinking about? More specifically, those thoughts about us.âÂ
You snorted. âGet your head out of the gutter, Hughes.âÂ
âMaybe you need to get your head down there,â he countered and, before a witty response could even pass your lips, he had flipped you both over until you were laying on your back with him looming over you. âItâs fun down here, I think youâd like it.âÂ
You tucked your lip between your teeth. âYeah?âÂ
âMhm,â he hummed as his fingers traced up and down your bare thigh, a small grin on his face when he felt your body shiver in response. âGave me a few ideas too.âÂ
You swallowed harshly as you noted the dark glint in his eyes, the way your stomach twisted in desire as his fingers kept moving upwards. âLike what?âÂ
Quinnâs smirk widened a little. âLikeââÂ
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!Â
Your brows furrowed in confusion, feeling as though your body had been doused in cold water as you sat up a little. âWere you expecting someone?âÂ
Quinn frowned, sitting up himself as he tried not to show his clear annoyance at the interruption. âNo, I told the boys to call me if they needed me outside of practice. I donât know who that could beââÂ
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!Â
âYou should probably go get that,â you murmured, trying to bite back your smile as Quinn grumbled something under his breath.Â
âIf itâs any of the boys, Iâm making them do bag skates at practice,â he huffed, crawling out of the sheets and reaching for an abandoned pair of sweatpants on the floor before he left the bedroom.Â
He could feel his annoyance brittle when the person knocked for a third time, this time hitting the door over and over again until Quinn reached for the handle and yanked the door open.Â
The last person he expected to see was Trevor Zegras on the other side, grinning at him like it was a totally normal thing for him to be on Quinnâs doorstep on a random Tuesday.Â
âThereâs my favourite Hughes!âÂ
Quinn blinked once. And then twice. And then a third time just to make sure he was actually standing there.Â
âWhat the fuck, Zegras?âÂ
âI wanted to surprise you! We didnât have anything on before the game on Thursday so I thought Iâd head up a day earlier than the others andââ Trevor paused, seeming to catch on to the way the older boy was glaring at him. âGeez, this wasnât the reaction I was expecting.â
âIââ Quinn took a deep breath. âAnd what reaction were you expecting?âÂ
âAt least a hug, I meanââ Trevor moved to take a step forward, his arms open like he was going to reach to hug the other boy, only to pause. It was like he was finally taking in Quinnâs attire for the first timeâor the lack thereofâbefore his eyes focused on the blossoming bruises along his neck and collarbone.Â
It was scary the way the grin spread across his face.
Quinn frowned. âWhat? Why are you doing that with your face?â
âYou got a girl in here, Huggy?â Trevor grinned, not even giving Quinn a chance to react before he was pushing his way into the flat. âAw shit, Jack never told me you were seeing someone! Is it new? Whatâs her name? Is it a dude? Listen, I donât judge! Iâve seen the edits with you and Pettersson.âÂ
Quinn blinked. âIâwhat?â
He was still standing in shock, trying to process the words that just left Trevorâs lips before he realised the boy was walking deeper into his flat. His eyes widened, his brain shutting out whatever random rambling that was coming out of Trevorâs mouth as he tried to reach out to stop the boyâbut it was useless.Â
It was like the whole world froze when Trevor shoved the bedroom door open. His words came to an abrupt stop, his jaw hanging open as he looked at you sprawled on Quinnâs bed with a sheet covering your clearly-otherwise naked body. He looked at your face, then back to Quinn before they settled on you again.
âYOUâRE BANGING LADY HUGHES?!â
Quinn winced. âWhy do you have to say it like that?âÂ
âIâŚoh my godâŚyouâŚWHAT?â Trevor spluttered out, looking between the two of you like you were aliens to him. âHow long has this been going on? Why the fuck did no one tell me? What the fuck?â
âWell, we canât tell you something nobody else knows,â you supplied with a sheepish expression.
His eyes widened further. âNobody else knows? Like at all?âÂ
You shook your head.
His face instantly brightened. âSo Iâm the first?âÂ
âNot by choice,â Quinn grumbled under his breath.
âYou canât tell anyone, Trev,â you said, a pleading look on your face. âEspecially not Luke. We are gonna tell himâŚjust not yet. You cannot tell a soul, not even Jack.âÂ
âI wonât. Scoutâs promise.âÂ
Quinn glared at him. âWere you even a boy scout?âÂ
âNo, why do you ask?âÂ
âIââ Quinn just shook his head. âCan you justâŚwait outside whilst we get dressed?â
âAw, I knew youâd be happy I was here, Huggy,â Trevor beamed, patting the older boyâs cheek before he bounced out of the room, most likely helping himself to whatever was in Quinnâs fridge.Â
Quinn turned to you, looking exasperated but you just grinned.Â
âGuess thatâs one less person we have to worry about hiding from?âÂ
He just sighed deeply in response.Â
âŚ
Trevor ended up keeping his word, not telling a soul. Though, he did go out of his way to bug you and Quinnâmostly Quinnâabout your relationship.
You would have thought the situation with Trevor would have prompted the two of you to be more careful. You thought it would have been your lesson learnt that not even the season being fully underway would be distracting enough for you to be as laid back as you were. You thought it was the small reality check you needed.Â
As it would turn out, it wasnât even two weeks later when the next slip up happened.Â
It was a stupid, drunken promise that led you to the Hughesâ family home in Ann Arbor, bright and early on a Saturday. When the boys had revealed to you that all three batches of the cookies they had meant to make for a charity sale the university were holding had burnt to a crisp because all of them were incapable of baking, you had offered up your amateur baking skills to make a few batches.Â
You were drunk and emotionally compromised and it was really hard to say no to the pleading eyes of Ethan Edwards.
However, with your kitchen barely being big enough to hold two people, Ellen had kindly offered her kitchen for you to use. Plus, she had been wanting to catch up with you since the semester had started, especially considering it was the longest time you and Luke had been apart.
It was somewhere in between the second and third batch when your phone started ringing on the counter.Â
âHey Ellen, could you grab that for me?â You called out over your shoulder, your hands preoccupied in rolling small balls of cookie dough to place on the tray. âJust answer it and put it on speaker.â
There was a beat of hesitation. âAre you sure, sweetheart?âÂ
âYeah, just place it down on the counter beside me,â you said offhandedly, frowning at the batch of cookies as Ellen pressed the little green button and let the ringing stop.
You were elbow deep in a bowl of batter when a familiar voice echoed through the Hughesâ kitchen.Â
âHey babe, quick question: did you say you were coming up for Christmas break or not?âÂ
The whole room fell silent as you looked over your shoulder, finding Ellen already staring at you. She had an amused glint in her eyes, her lips twitching upwards in a smile that was a little mischievousâit reminded you so much of Jack. You dared a glance at the doorway where Jim stood, eyebrows raised in surprise but something quite happy in his expression.Â
âUh, can I call you back? I just have toâŚdeal with something real quick.â
âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah, justâŚâ You trailed off again, your cheeks burning as Ellen and Jim stared at you. âIâll call back in ten minutes when Iâm finished with these cookies, okay?âÂ
âOkay, miss you.âÂ
âMiss you too.â
The sound of the call cutting sounded through the kitchen and none of you said anything for a few seconds. And much to your surprise, it was Jim who spoke first.Â
âGod dammit, kid, you cost me twenty bucks!â
You blinked. âHuh?âÂ
Ellen smiled fondly, taking a few steps until she was beside you. She gave your elbow a soft squeeze, something knowing in her gaze. âI always knew youâd end up with one of my boys. Jim was just convinced it would be Jack.âÂ
Jim huffed. âI bet your parents twenty bucks each.âÂ
Your eyes widened. âMy parents?âÂ
âWe arenât blind, kid,â Jim retorted, something soft and fond in his voice.Â
Ellen snorted. âClearly you are since you thought it would be Jack.âÂ
âIââ You started but you werenât even sure what to say.
Ellen turned back to you, smiling like the whole conversation was normal. âI always knew it would be Quinn. I saw the way he looked at you, even when you were young.â
Your brows furrowed. âQuinn barely liked me when we were kids.â
And Ellen just laughed like that was the funniest thing you could have said. It wasnât exactly the way you wanted either of your parentsâQuinnâs and your ownâto find out about your relationship.Â
But, unlike Trevor, Ellen and Jim understood the unspoken rule and just howâŚcomplicated the situation was, despite Ellenâs insistence that her eldest son had been crushing on you for a lot longer than you believed.Â
Nobody tell Luke.
âŚ
It was your fault for leaving the room.
When you had enrolled in Michigan, there was a small part of you that was worried college would be the thing to tear you and Luke apart. In retrospect, it was a stupid thought to have. But you were young and scared and entering this unknown era of your life, and you just wanted to cling onto what you knew, what you were used toâonto Luke.
You realised pretty early on that the thought was stupid when the hockey team had practically adopted you. You were an extension of Luke, but it never felt like that. They were your friends as much as they were Lukeâs, and you found yourself fond of these boys who had wiggled their way into your heart.Â
Knowing you still had them despite Luke being in New Jersey made coming back alone so much easier.Â
However, the life of a D1 athlete was an intense one, along with the fact classes were getting harder and assignments were getting longer. But the boys had practically demanded you come over at least once a week so you didnât âforget who your new best friends areâ, as they so kindly liked to say over and over again. Mostly just to annoy Luke.
It was one of those nights. You had made your way to their house after your last class, faceplanting down onto the couch until the group of you had decided on ordering pizza. You had some random comedy movie running on in the background, just senseless noise to accompany whatever random debates Ethan had managed to drag up. It was nice and easy and relaxing, and made you feel a little more sane in what was turning out to be a gruelling year.Â
You were in the middle of showing Rutger a random video Jack had sent you of Luke decking it on the ice during practice when the doorbell rang.Â
âIâll get it,â you told them without missing a beat, leaving your phone in their hands as you collected the pizzas from the delivery man.Â
What you werenât expecting was to come back and find all of them staring at you with creepy matching grins on their faces.
You froze, eyeing them suspiciously. âWhat? What happened?âÂ
âYou are a sneaky lilâ thing, arenât you?â Rutger spoke up, looking far too smug over something you were still in the dark over.Â
You glanced between them before your eyes settled on Rutger again, your confusion clear on your face.Â
Rutger continued, âwhen were you gonna tell us you have a boyfriend?âÂ
Your body froze. âI donât know whatââ
âAnd when the fuck were you gonna tell us itâs Quinn Hughes?â Mark jumped in, turning your phone around to show a picture you and Quinn had taken during your last visit.Â
He had taken the photo in an elevator mirror, your back to the camera as you wrapped yourself around the boy. But he was grinning, so big and unbothered and it was one of your favourite sights. It was one of your favourite photos of him.Â
And it certainly wasnât the photo you left them with.
âDid you go through my phone?â You finally managed to blurt out when words found you again. But the damage was done and you knew there wasnât much you could do considering the last time they were aware, you barely spoke to the oldest Hughes brother.
âI canât believe you kept this from us!â Ethan huffed out, shaking his head like he was genuinely offended. He probably was. He tended to be the more dramatic one.Â
âI canât believe Luke allowed this,â Mark snorted.Â
You flashed them a sheepish smile.Â
âOh, dude,â Rutger murmured with a shake of his head.
âYou canât tell him. You canât tell anyone.â You shifted in your spot, something a little desperate and pleading in your voice, and it was enough for the boys to sober up a bit. Become a little more serious. âWe didnât wanna tell anyone yet and I justâŚâ
âWe wonât tell a soul,â Mark reassured you, a soft smile on his face that eased some of the anxiety in your chest.
âAs long as you tell us everything,â Ethan added, a knowing smirk on his face. âAnd I mean everything because how the fuck does any of the Hughes brothers have game?â
And you couldnât help but snort in response.
âŚ
Jack didnât accidentally find out more than he put it together.Â
It wasnât often that the Devils and the Canucks met during the season but when they did, it was a family affair. You had decided to join the Hughes parents on their trip up to Vancouver, each of you wearing your hybrid Canucks/Devils jerseys that Ellen had custom made for these occasions.Â
The game itself went by as you expected. There was a lot of media coverage on the âHughes Bowlâ, meaning each of the boys had been dragged into interview after interview before the game. It was a good game, a clean one too. You tried not to wince too much when the final buzzer blared through the arena and it was a Devils win.Â
You knew Quinn would be a little gutted, even if he wouldnât fully show it in front of his family.
The group of you had decided to head out to one of the Canucksâ favourite bars, something that Luke had whined a little about considering Ellen and Jim insisted they join. But it was wholesome and sweet and made you crave the summer weeks a little more than the current early January weather.
You were settled at the bar, laughing at Jackâs attempt to catch the bartenderâs attention to order another round of shots he had dragged you into doing when you felt the warmth of another body settle beside you. For a short moment, you smiled thinking that maybe Quinn had snuck away from whatever conversation he had been stuck in with Petey and Jim. But when you turned your head, you found a stranger standing beside you.Â
âHey gorgeous,â he smiled, and something instantly unsettled deep within your chest.
âHi,â you replied, short and blunt as you tried to shift away but there wasnât much space by the crowded bar.
âHey, where are you going? I just wanted to chat,â he said with an easy smile on his face, his hand resting on your elbow and you instantly jerked away from his hold.Â
âIâm not interested,â you answered.
He laughed and the sound grated on your nerves. âThatâs a bit presumptuous that I wanted something, sweetheart. Think youâre all that, huh?âÂ
âJust leave me alone,â you said as you took a step back. A part of you wanted to turn your head and try to catch Jackâs attention, try to ask for help. Another part of you didnât want to look away from this man. You didnât trust him.
He huffed out a chuckle. âDonât be like thatââ
âShe said no. Fuck off now.âÂ
A mix of relief and surprise washed over you when you felt a body settle behind you, and you didnât need to turn your head to know it was Quinn standing behind you, but you still did just to settle the tightness in your chest.Â
His face was set in a blank expression, but you recognised it well enough. When he got angryâtruly angryâhe didnât have a frown on his face or a crease between his brows. His face just lookedâŚblank. Like he was so lost in his own rage that no expression could really encapsulate how he felt.Â
You rarely saw it. He rarely showed this side of him.
His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to his body as his eyes never left the strangerâs. He tilted his head to the side when the man opened his mouth again, and that seemed enough to shut him up again.Â
âGo.âÂ
The man decided to do the smart thing and scuttle into the crowd of people, disappearing with a blink of an eye until neither you nor Quinn could see him. But even with him gone, you couldnât shake the uneasiness in your chest.
A second passed before Quinn moved, now standing in front of you with your face in his hands as he tore your gaze away from the crowd to look at him instead. His brows were furrowed together in concern, his lips turned downwards as he glanced over you to make sure you were okay.
âHey, you with me?â He murmured, his voice soft and comforting and you clung onto it.
âMhm,â you nodded, flashing him a shaky smile.Â
His frown deepened. âDonât lie to meââ
âIâm not,â you told him honestly, your hands fisting the material of his shirt like you were scared he was going to step away. âI justâŚyou make me feel better.âÂ
His face softened and the last of his resolve went out the window as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close until you were pressed into his chest. You nuzzled your face against his sweater, letting the familiar smell of his cologne wash over you and calm the last of your nerves.Â
And when you opened your eyes, you found Jack standing a few feet away from you. Quinn hadnât noticed he was there and Jack made no move to announce his presence. But he gave you this smile, one that was kind and knowing and felt like a stamp of approval you didnât know you wanted or needed from the middle Hughes brother.Â
But Jack smiled at the sight of you and his older brother, raising his shot glass like a promise to keep your secret and knocking it back without a moment of hesitation.
âŚ
You had no plans on telling Luke about you and Quinn the night it actually ended up happening.Â
There was a mutual agreement between you both that you couldnât keep it from Luke any longer. It wasnât fair on him to be left in the dark, it wasnât fair on you two having to sneak around and it wasnât fair on the people who already knew having to keep your secret.
And with the normal season coming to an end, it felt like a clock was running against you to tell your best friend you were dating his brother before you were all locked in the lakehouse for the summer together.
When you had imagined the moment in your head, it was the three of you. You would sit Luke down, explain your feelings and hope that he wouldnât feel too betrayed. You imagined he would say something stupid like âyeah, I already know, losersâ and you could live your lives happily ever after.
It was probably never going to happen like that, but you certainly didnât expect it to happen like this.
After a rough season and a streak of rough games for Luke in particular, the news of the Devilsâ head coach stepping down felt inevitable and, truthfully, it was a relief when you saw the news come through. Luke had called you, far too smug and giddy for someone whose team was technically without a key memberâbut you guessed it was mostly second-hand from the other boys.Â
You swore you could hear Jack and Nico talking about popping open a bottle of champagne in the background when he called.Â
It felt like an unspoken agreement for you to fly out when Luke told you about a huge party they were throwing that weekend. Not for the recent retirement, obviously. If anyone asked, it was a simple bonding experience for the boys to motivate them through the last leg of the season.
And somewhere between the beer pong game Luke dragged you into and the really strong margarita Simon made you, you had snuck off into a small bathroom to call the one person your drunk self craved to see.
âHey, pretty girl.â
You grinned at the sight of your boyfriendâs face on your screen, his hair tucked under a beanie as he walked around his apartment. âHey, baby.â
He took in your flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, snorting a little. âHaving fun?âÂ
âSo much fun,â you giggled before letting out a heavy sigh. âI wish you were here.â
âIâll see you soon,â he promised, like he was counting the days. He probably was. You knew you were too. âSpring break, remember?âÂ
âHmm, I canât wait to have you all to myself,â you mused, sinking back against the wall of the bath you were currently leaning on. âIâm sick of sharing my boyfriend with Petey.âÂ
Quinn laughed. âI thought you loved Petey.âÂ
You sighed deeply. âI do love that big, blond Swede.âÂ
He shook his head in amusement. âIâll let him know. Iâm sure he loves you too.â
You perked up a little. âReally?â
âReally, baby.âÂ
âWoah,â you breathed out, your eyes falling shut as you leaned against the cool ceramic of the bathtub. âI know I said it beforeâŚbut I really wish you were here.â
Quinnâs face softened. âMe too, babe. Me too.âÂ
You opened your mouth to say something, probably some random drunken thought that you felt the insistent need to share with your boyfriend before knocking on the bathroom door interrupted you.Â
You froze when you heard Luke calling your name on the other side.Â
Quinn frowned at the way your face paled a little. âBaby, whatâs happened? Who is it?âÂ
You heard shuffling on the other side before Lukeâs muffled voice sounded through the door. âAre you talking to Quinn?â
You could have hung up. You could have told him you were talking to someone else entirely. You could have done a million and one other things that made more sense. However, for some fucking reason, your drunk brain panicked.Â
âI donât know a Quinn!âÂ
Quinn furrowed his brows in confusion.
There was a pause on the other side of the door before Luke tested the handle, finding the door unlocked. He let himself in, standing by the entrance as he stared down at you curled up beside the bathtub with a frown.
âWhy are you hiding in here? I need another beer pong partner and Holtz sucks soââ
And because the universe liked to fuck with you, it seemed like there was some sort of lag on Quinnâs side because his voice was echoing through the small bathroom before you could even warn him about Lukeâs presence.
âBaby, whatâs happening? Youâre starting to scare me.âÂ
Your eyes widened as silence suffocated the small room. You looked at Quinn before looking at Luke, who was looking at your phone with a mixed expression.Â
âDidâŚdid he just call you baby?âÂ
âNo?â
Luke narrowed his eyes. âWhatâs going on? Why are you on the phone to Quinn? And why are you hiding in the bathroom? And since when do you talk to Quinn?âÂ
You flashed him a sheepish smile. âSince weâve been dating,â
Luke blinked before he snorted. âNo, Iâm being serious.âÂ
You swallowed. âSo am I.â
Luke let out another laugh, but this one was a little less convincing. âIâŚno, youâre messing with me. Jack put you both up to this, right?âÂ
You stayed silent.Â
âRight?â Luke asked again, a little more desperate.
Your eyes shifted down to Quinnâthe lag thankfully goneâbefore you looked back up at Luke with a nervous expression. You shifted so your phone screen was now facing him, watching as his eyes dropped down to his brotherâs face.Â
âWe wanted to tell youââ
âYou,â Luke sneered, his eyes narrowed. âYou have been planning this.âÂ
You blinked. âHuh?âÂ
âHeâs been planning this!â Luke said with such confidence, though that might have been the mix of rum and tequila talking. âHeâs been planning this since the sour patch kids!â
Quinn shot his brother a look. âYou think Iâve been planning to date your best friend since you were seven?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You didnât have to look at the screen to know Quinn was rolling his eyes at his younger brother.
âHow long has this been going on?âÂ
âA while.âÂ
âThatâs not an answer,â Luke frowned before looking at you.
âSince last summer,â you whispered.
âSummer?!â Luke spluttered. âYou two have been dating for eight months and no one knew?âÂ
You winced.
Lukeâs eyes narrowed. âWho knows?âÂ
âJust Trevor,â you said with a shrug of your shoulders.Â
He deflated, blinking. âOh, well I guessââÂ
âAnd your parents and my parents and Ethan and Rutger and Mark and Jack,â you blurted out quickly, your cheeks heating up as Luke stared at you like he didnât know you.
âSo everyone but me?âÂ
âLukeââ
âEveryone but me knows?âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you whispered.Â
âThis is just a bad dream,â Luke murmured to himself before nodding his head, a little more confidently. âNo, yes. This is a bad dream influenced by Nemoâs shitty bartending skills. A bad dream where my older brother is stealing my best friend. It isnât real at all.âÂ
You blinked. âLukeââ
âJust need to play out the rest of the bad dream and Iâll wake up,â he continued muttering away as he reached for the door handle, ready to leave the small, cramped bathroom. âJust a bad dream.âÂ
âLukeââÂ
But he was already gone before you could say anything.
âWell, heâs gonna have a brutal reality check in the morning.âÂ
You turned your phone to glare at your boyfriend. Though, much to your surprise, he was grinning in response.Â
âQuinn, this is serious.âÂ
âBaby, I know.â His face seemed to soften a little, but the smile remained. âBut now he knows. This is what we wanted. And now we donât have to hide.âÂ
Your annoyance melted away at his revelation, a warmth settling in your chest that only Quinn seemed to bring. âStop being cute.âÂ
âIâm being realistic, baby. Now you can come up any time you want.â
You snorted. âI still have classes.â
âIâll find a way around those too. You canât stop me, baby, gonna tell the whole world how much I love you.â
Your face softened with a smile. âI love you too.âÂ
Quinnâs smile mirrored yours. âNow go make sure my brother doesnât do something stupid whilst he thinks heâs in a dream. Mum will kill me if his face is plastered on a tabloid in the morning.â
âPretty sure Jack will go out of his way to make sure that happens.â
âPlease donât let it happen.âÂ
You gave him a mock salute. âAye, aye, captain.âÂ
He shook his head with a fond expression. âIâll call you later, okay?âÂ
âOkay. Bye, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too.â
âAnd I love Petey.â
Quinn snorted. âYeah, I love him too. Get in line.â
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A bitty bit and a poll... cw: post canon typical violence, blood, offer of smuttiness ship: Danny/Jason
âDanny.â
âHood,â Danny said, pushing his hair back as he turned Jasonâs way. His thumb ran over the shaved side of his head. A streak of blood trailed behind by the motion.
âWhat did they want?â Jason asked. He kicked at the side of one of the groaning thugs for emphasis as he strode over to Danny.
Danny just shrugged. âThe usual.â
âNot supposed to be the usual in my territory,â Jason growled.
âYeah, well,â Danny said with that crooked grin of his. There was something all the more feral about the grin that night between the blood and the way the harsh magenta neon that adorned the outside of Dannyâs shop broke through the light rain. âIâm in that grey zone; not in one place or the other.â
âShut the fuck up. Youâre my mechanic so youâre my territory.â
Dannyâs grin widened and he had the audacity to wink. âKinky.â
âWhat did I say about shutting up?â Jason asked as he started to look Danny over for injuries.
Danny pliantly, and almost with amusement, let Jason check him over. When Jason found a cut on the otherâs arm, he huffed, tossed the bloodied tire iron Danny was holding away, and started to roll up the sleeve of the black over shirt.
âItâs fine Hood, itâs nothing,â Danny said as he peered around Jason.
Without letting go of Dannyâs arm, Jason pulled out a gun and twisted enough to point it at the thug who was helping the one Jason had kicked off the ground.
âThis street is off limits.â
âAinât Crime Alley!â the one said, spitting blood. âOld Gotham isââ
âRight over there. This street? Itâs mine,â Jason said. He cocked his gun for emphasis.
âIt ainâtââ
âIt ainât worth dying over! Leave it!â the other thug hissed and tried to pull them away. âIf fucking Red Hood says itâs his then itâs his! Now come on.â
âMake sure you take the rest with you,â Jason ordered. He kept his gun trained on them until they were long out of sight.
âDo I still have to shut up?â Danny asked cheekily into the silence. âBecause I can think of some fun ways for you to make me.â
Jason turned slowly to look at Danny. âWhat.â
It wasnât exactly a question. Jason knew what Danny was implying, but what?
Danny just shrugged, still with that smile. âCanât a man thank his knight in leather armor? I mean, totally feel free to turn me down. Iâm not going to pressure someone into that sort of thing, but I figured it didnât hurt to offer. You seem like youâre a little tenseââ
As if they werenât just in a fight.
ââand could use the release. Iâm not going to pretend that I would mind being between those thighs. So what do you say, wanna let me blow you?â
Danny might as well have hit Jason with that tire iron for how his thoughts scrambled at that offer. Who the fuck did that? Danny had no reason to. Jason already made clear that Danny was under his protection. Jason had also been ramping up the amount of work he gave to Danny versus handling himself. It wasnât like the guy needed to offer sexual favors.
Jason shook his head, as if that would clear his confusion. âNext time or something. Iâve got work.â
âSure, wouldnât want to keep you,â Danny said and took a step back.
âWrap that arm.â
âWhat arm?â
âDanny.â
Danny laughed and tucked his hands into his pockets as he backed up into his shop. âYeah, yeah. Iâll wrap it. Go out there and take on the big bad night, hero.â
âIâm not a fucking hero,â Jason called after him. âAnd lock your damn door!â
Danny gave a cheeky salute before disappearing into the shop.
Brat.
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AN: NOW, you all know by now, I'm sure, that I love playing around with how balanced Danny is as a half and his hair color and things like that. This is the new idea I was whining about earlier. It's going to be about as pwp as I'm able to get and supposedly a one shot. Danny is very, very forward, Jason is very, very confused (and later very, very satisfied). So all that said...
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[found you] sungchan x f!reader | 0.7k words fluff, a little angst but not really, brother's best friend!sungchan, mutual pining, college au kinda... note. reader is eunseok's younger sister and a sophomore not sure if that was too clear. hope u guys enjoy! one two three
you crossed your arms loosely and began the short walk to your apartment. checking your phone, you see a couple texts from your friends, asking how your dinner date had gone. you sighed.
sungmin was sweet; he was cute and respectful and he shouldâve been everything you wanted. but somehow, you felt nothing with him. your friends, the same ones who had set the two of you up, convinced you to give it time, but after your second date you ended things, smiling at him softly and telling him you didnât think it would be a great idea for the two of you to keep seeing each other. he almost begged you to let him walk you home; it was starting to get dark. but you honestly just wanted to get away from him and stop rubbing salt on the wound. so here you were, walking to your campus apartment in a comfortable silence, staring at the ground and filing through your own thoughts.Â
that silence didnât last too long as you heard someone call your name confusedly. ây/n?âÂ
you looked up and squinted, barely registering the tall figure that had called out to you. they jogged towards you and you sighed in relief as your eyes focused on the mystery figure's face. jung sungchan. 3rd year student also attending your uni. your brotherâs best friend and roommate. and unfortunately, the reason you even went out tonight. he was the person you wished so desperately that your heart would forget.Â
âhi sungchan.â you managed a weak smile. you could barely look him in the eyes, you face felt like it was on fire every time you looked at him. you felt your pulse jump as he looked you up and down, eyeing your outfit. âgoing somewhere?â he tried his best to fake surprise. he already knew exactly what your plans were â eunseok had mentioned it earlier that day.Â
ây/nâs seeing that guy again.â eunseok rolled his eyes after checking his phone. he didnât understand why you were suddenly going on dates. "i thought he was boring?" seunghan, their third roommate replied, looking up from his cereal. Â
sungchan walked past the two boys and opened the fridge, grabbing a protein shake. he turned and leant against the countertop, twisting the cap of his drink open. âhuh? what guy?.â sungchan tried to sound as unbothered as possible. he wasn't doing a great job at it. eunseok raised an eyebrow at the taller boy. seunghan bit back a laugh.
âsome senior yunjin set her up with. park sungminâŚ. you know him?â eunseok smirked, pretending not to notice the way sungchanâs jaw tightened slightly. "i'm going to the gym" sungchan huffed out as he finished the last sips of his drink, crumpling the bottle with more force than necessary before tossing it. Â
you looked down at your skirt and blouse, laughing dejectedly. "yeah, dinner actually. i'm on my way home now." although he was over the moon to hear that things with you and sungmin were clearly going nowhere, his eyes softened at the sadness in your voice. "didn't go well?"
"not really, i just wasn't into it, ended things tonight." you looked down, toying with the end of your sleeve. he grimaced. "is that why you're walking back alone?" you nodded. he scanned the area around the two of you. "you could've called me, you shouldn't walk alone so late"
you chuckled softly. "it's okay, i'm a big girl. i can make a five minute walk alone." he broke into a smile and you swear you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. he checked his phone quickly before looking back at you.
"well, me and guys were gonna watch a movie at our place tonight, wanna come along? seems like you could use some company."
you bit your lip in contemplation. you honestly thought spending more time with the one person you were avoiding was a terrible idea. but you also couldn't bear the thought of being alone in your apartment. what's the worst that could happen anyways?
"sure. are you heading there now?" sungchan smiled happily at your answer. "i was gonna pick up some snacks first, there's a convenience store around the corner."
"let's go."
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as the front door shut and the tall boy left the apartment, seunghan looked up at eunseok again, chewing the remainder of his cereal. "doesn't it bother you?" eunseok finally let out a laugh. "that he likes my sister? no, i think it's pretty funny, maybe he'll do something about it for once." eunseok's phone chimed with a message from yunjin, a response to him asking where his sister was going tonight. "plus... i'm pretty sure she likes him back." Â
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Hey loveđ could u do an arthusband! fic??
hi sweets! iâm in the process of writing husband art but i didnât wanna keep you waiting so i wrote out a headcanon list! i also included a small nsfw portion for my own delusional giggles, enjoy~
Art Donaldson as your Husband
- when yall start dating, itâs apparent that youâre his first real girlfriend
- heâs fooled around with people before but the eagerness of his kisses and how quickly your touch sends him over the edge makes it clear it was never serious
- you like it though, itâs cute how embarrassed he gets when you stare at him and call him handsome
- amazing bf, top tier communicator
- you discover early one that art does not play about you so he really tries his best to avoid any arguments that arenât constructive
- extremely gooey and tells you that he wants to marry you in the future like a week into your relationship
- despite how good of a communicator he is, he also gets in his head very easily
- constantly worried that heâs somehow not enough for you and youâll find someone better
- these worries die down pretty quickly but it sits in the back of his mind sometimes
- said i love you first and he said it after 6 months
- he later told you that he knew after a month but didnât want to scare you away
- after a year of dating, he gives you a promise ring and swears that heâll propose to you the moment you guys graduate
- two years in, you guys move in together
- six months later and true to his word, he gives you his grandmotherâs ring while youâre both still in your caps and gowns
- the wedding happens quickly since neither of you wanted something big
- your wedding day is the best day of his life, something he tells you a million times throughout the day
- he cried like a baby when you walked down the aisle
- in all of your wedding photos, heâs looking at you like you are the center of the universe
- art settles into married life with ease
- in his mind, you guys have already been married since the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend
- sharing a last name with you is the best thing ever in his mind
- sometimes heâll call you mrs donaldson just to hear you respond to it
- laughs into his hand when you respond but you already realized what he was doing forever ago
- a true romantic
- leaves flowers and other cute trinkets at your bedside table when he comes home from traveling for games
- heâll be dead asleep beside you but youâll always find a small bouquet, breakfast, and a souvenir from whatever town he passed through
- constantly thinks about you
- facetime warrior, he will call you at any time just to hear your voice
- if heâs lucky and youâre able to come with him to games, he spends any spare time curled up in your arms and ask you to just speak
- loves it when you run a hand through his hair, heâll twist himself into an uncomfortable position if it means youâll keep scratching his head
- the annoying guy who mentions his wife at any given moment
- âah yes, my WIFE, also enjoys hikingâ
- his idea of a date is dinner and cuddling the whole night
- seems to forget that he can kiss you whenever because he always asks if he can kiss you
- needs you like he needs air, bro is insane about you
- patrick knew about you before he even met you because art spoke about the beautiful girl with the kind eyes and sweet smile for a month before he actually asked you out
- bro was yearning like crazy
- his biggest issue is his jealousy
- starts plotting murder whenever a man speaks to you for too long
- or woman, heâs equal opportunity jealous
- ofc he doesnât have to worry because youâre always quick to flash your ring and name drop him as your husband in convos
- heâs a very good husband who loves you an insane amount and makes sure to communicate that to you 24/7
NSFW
- legit will do anything you ask of him, so heâs very into experimenting
- your pleasure > his every time
- he enjoys oral but doesnât really ask for it since heâd prefer to give
- submissive by nature and is happy to let you take charge
- only really dominant after a particularly tough day on the courts
- aftercare KING, heâll get you cleaned up in two seconds flat so he can keep you in his arms for the rest of the night
- very needy in bed, he wants your constant attention
- total praise kink, he can hardly breathe when you tell him heâs doing a good job
- he had to learn how to control his pace because he used to come immediately
- despite his quickness at finishing, he has insane stamina and will keep you up the whole night
- itâs always you >>> any of his obligations
- more times than you can count, youâve had to pry him off of you because he had important things to do the next day
- loves quickies
- likes it when you pull his hair
#challengers#challengers headcanon#challengers fic#challengers imagine#art donaldson#art donaldson imagine#art donaldson headcanon#art donaldson fic
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,,Little Bitâ
-M.S
Synopsis: Matt agrees to go to a strip club with his friends, to help ârelieve his stressâ. What happens when things take a turn, and Matt actually takes some interest in this horrible fiasco?
Pairing: Switch!Matt X Fem!Stripper!Reader
Warnings: Pure smut. Donât read if you donât wanna, no ones forcing you. Unprotected p in v, degradation kink, praise kink, strippers & strip club, choking, oral (m receiving) , cum in pants.
Matt let out a sigh of annoyance as Chris slammed his car door, exiting their âsharedâ S.U.V. As much as Matt didnât want to be there, his friends told him it would help him âloosen upâ, and they were all tired of âTough Guy Mattâ.
Matt followed Chris out of the car, almost immediately agreeing upon hearing the blasting music from the club.
âChris, are you sure this isnât weird? Youâre my brother, I feel awkward going to a strip club with you.â Matt caught up with Chris, who just simply shook his head. âBut..â Matt started, and Chris cut him off.
âLook, Matt, we canât force you to be here, it is completely up to you. No, its not fucking weird, youâre acting like were the ones stripping. Go home if you want to, kid.â Chris sighed, as he continued walking to the door. Matt paused to think about what Chris said, and he eventually agreed.
What was the harm? Plus, he was bound to go to a strip club at least once in his life, so why not just go with people he trusts? He knew Chris was there, and a few of his other closer friends were already waiting inside for the pair, and that is why Chris was trying to make his way to the door quickly.
Matt let out a shaky breath, before jogging back up to Chris, as they both got stopped by the bouncer, for obvious reasons. They were both given the âgood to goâ, and they headed inside, Matt sticking to Chris as close as possible. Loosing Chris would cause him much more anxiety than what he had already built up.
Chris and Matt both walk up to the bar together, where their other friends had been seated. The spot gave them all a clear view of the stage, crowded with loud people, mostly men, seemingly in their mid-twenties, or maybe even early thirties. Him and his friends seemed to be part of the younger people there.
Matt let his eyes wander to the stage. There were only two girls stripping at the moment, one of them was you. The way you walked around the bar, your hands ever so slightly twisting around it, mimicking the exact motions youâd do if you were stroking his cock. The way your back arched, and your legs wrapped seductively around the silver pole, Matt was loosing his mind, just looking at you.
He cursed at himself for letting his mind picture such disgusting images about a woman, let alone one he had never even spoke to before- let alone seen before. Mattâs eyes were glued to your body, almost shamelessly. He felt horrible for thinking such vile thoughts, but you wouldnât know. There was a very little chance youâd see him staring at you, since there were already so many men doing the same exact thing.
To Mattâs avail, he jinxed it. You looked in his direction before winking. His face immediately flushed crimson red, as his eyes widened. You continued to work your magic on the pole, Mattâs eyes wandering to your ass. Even though the wink was no doubt to him, he tried to play it off like it was for someone else. It would make him feel less guilty about his actions.ďżź
ďżźHis eyes stayed sharp on your ass, pressed tightly against the leather of the material you were wearing. You were wearing such a short leather skirt, with a black lace bra, allowing people to only wonder what you had under the skirt. Every once in a while, your skirt would slightly lift up, giving a few people a view of the black lace panties you had on, that matched the bra you had.
Matt felt himself start to grow hard under his restricting jeans. He felt disgusted with himself. There had to be a bathroom, right? He could just run to the bathroom and back, before anyone even realized he left. They were too drunk and occupied to realize anyways.
Matt quickly stood up from his seat, and snuck into the crowd of people. He honestly hated being there. The place was crowded, loud, overwhelming, and now he was throbbing. He just wanted to go home. He tried staying as close to the walls as he could, assuming the bathroom would be connected to the wall. After walking for what seemed like forever, Matt was about to give up when he accidentally bumped into someone, much shorter than he was.
âOh, fuck, âm sorry,â He mumbled, his voice quickly trailing off when he realized it was you that he bumped into. His eyes were no doubt trailing up and down your perfect body.
âThatâs alright, pretty boy. Maybe if you kept your eyes where they belonged, you wouldnât be running into people, hm?â You tilted your head, your hand finding its way to his chin, lifting it up, to make his eyes meet yours. You let out a small giggle as you realized just how flustered you made the boy. âAre ya lookinâ for somethinâ, or just wandering around?â You asked curiously.
âI.. uhâŚâ Matt trailed off, his eyes shamelessly looking down at his own jeans, the bulge clearly visible in his pants. âBathroom..â He mumbled.
âOh, baby..â You hummed. âThat looks like it hurts so bad⌠Follow me, Iâm sure I can make that pain go away,â You mumble, pressing your hand firmly against his pants, making him jolt under your touch. The way he was reacting let you know this poor boy was touch deprived. It wasnât often that you would invite people to the back with you, it was usually them initiating first and offering money, which you almost never turned down. But this guy was different. He was hot as fuck, and he seemed to be around your age.
The boy nodded quickly, and you let a smirk cover your face. You took his hand in yours, as you swerved in and out of the large group of people in the crowded building. Matt was tense, and you could tell. It was nothing you couldnât handle, though.
As you led him into one of the rooms in the back, his eyes widened. The room had LEDâs lit red, and a pull out couch that was set up into a bed.
âLay down for me..â You demanded, but then waited for him to tell you his name.
âM-matt,â The boy stuttered, as he laid down on the creaky bed.
âOkay, Matt. Good boy.â You cooed, looking at the boys flustered state. âDo you want me to fuck you, pretty boy?â You asked, as you got on the bed, beginning to hover over him, wanting to get permission before you do anything more.
âGod, yes, please..â The boy whined, looking up at you with wide eyes. You nodded, and you took the opportunity to straddle his lap, your ass going right onto his boner. This caused the boy to let out a loud groan, as he gripped the sheets below him.
You leaned forwards, grinding your hips on the whining boy, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
âWant me to mark you up, baby?â You offered, and Matt hummed in response. You let a small giggle out, at the fact that Matt wouldnât even open his mouth, or heâd moan. God, heâs so sensitive.
You moved your lips down to his jawline, placing small kisses there. As you continued to move down to his neck, the kisses became more and more rough; leaving dark marks behind. You continued to move your ass over Mattâs dick, and the boy was still moaning beneath you. You wouldnât be surprised if he was still a virgin, but you were still slightly surprised that heâs lasted this long already, by the state he was currently in.
âP-ugh, please-â Matt moaned as his hips bucked up. âThere you goâ, you thought. You pulled his lips away from his neck, which was now basically half purple.
âPlease what baby?â You teased, slowly running your hands along his clothed chest.
âI- Please, I need to..â He mumbled. He was so shy, it was so fucking awesome. You could tease him all day.
âHm?â You hummed, and he whined loudly. You let out a small giggle, deciding you can be done teasing the helpless boy beneath you. âYou need to cum, Matt? Is that it? Already?â You pouted, and Matt nodded. âIn your pants, baby? Such a naughty boy.. Go ahead.â You permitted, and Matt groaned as his head flew back. He bucked his hips into you, and you began to feel a wet spot through his pants.
âOh, god,â Matt moaned, as you stood off of him. He was out of breath, his chest heaving with his uneven breaths. âFuck, youâre amazing.â He huffed.
âWhat? Never had sex before or something? Wait, please tell me you have-â you started joking, but you quickly began to worry. Matt being a virgin isnât an issue to you, nor does it bother you, you just definitely didnât want to be his first time unless he wanted you to.
âOh- No! Iâm not,â He chuckled awkwardly. âI just.. recently broke up so.. havenât done anything recently. Thats why iâm here, too. And im usually more of a dominant guy, so, thats why I said youâre amazing.â Matt sighed.
âOh, âm sorry, sweetheart. Breakups suck.â You shook your head. How could someone break up with someone whoâs heart was so pure? He was cute, too. You didnât want to keep the conversation going, in case it would upset or make him uncomfortable. âYa donât seem to dominant to me, though, Matty.â You tilted your head and shrugged, placing your hands on the waistband of his pants and boxers, slowly tugging them down.
âI-I usually am-â Matt faltered, as he lifted his hips off the bed, giving you much easier access to slip his unwanted clothing off.
âYeah?â You teased, knowing you were clearly the dominant one here. The boy just nodded, and you yanked his pants and boxers all the way off. You stared at Mattâs cock in awe. It wasnât the biggest youâve ever seen, but it was pretty big, and girth. But unlike all the other oneâs youâve seen in the past, his was oddly.. pretty.
âW-whyâre you looking at it like that.?â Matt asked confused, starting to get insecure.
âItâs pretty,â You chuckled. âand I dunno if I wanna suck it or ride it.â You hummed, and Matt whined.
âPlease just ride me- I-I need to feel you,â He pleaded, and your eyes met his.
âDominant. Huh.â You hummed, standing off of him.
âNo- please, I-â Matt fumbled, his hard cock leaking precum and its tip a throbbing red.
âCalm down, baby.â You chuckled, as your hands slipped to your back, allowing you to unclasp the lace bra you had on.
As Matt watched this action, he calmed down and went quiet. He nodded, and watched your tits spill out of the bra, the second you took it off. You threw it off to the corner, slipping your skirt off as well, leaving you in only your panties.
You crawled back onto the bed, and Mattâs hands immediately flew to your hips. You slipped his shirt off, so it wouldnât get more sweaty than it had already been. He looked up at you with doe eyes, but then allowing his eyes to trail down your body.
âJesus Christ, youâre fucking gorgeous,â He huffed, and you let out a small giggle.
âI could say the same for you.â You stated, your hand trailing down to his cock. You slid his tip through your soaked folds, causing you both to let out a small moan.
You sank slowly down onto the boysâ cock, letting out a loud whine as you did so. You slowly started to bounce, Matt grabbing harshly onto your hips.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, youâre so tight-â He mumbles, his head falling back.
âHoly shit, baby, you fill me up so good,â You hummed. Usually, youâd keep your dirty talk to a minimum (not that it stopped your other few customers here and there), but for Matt, you could make an exceptionďżź.
Matt let out a small whine at the remark, and you knew the boy loves being praised. You could tell by the small almost inaudible noises heâd make after every sweet praise that would roll off of your tongue so sinfully.
His back arched, and he let out a loud groan as you continued your fast-paced bouncing. He let out strings of curses, his eyes finally meeting yours once again.
âP-please-â Matt groaned, and as much as you wanted to make him beg for it, you didnât know his boundaries, and you donât want to push him. He releases inside of you, letting a loud moan loose. You bounce a few more times, before getting off of him.
âWhat..?â You ask him, as he gives you an odd look.
âYou.. Um⌠You didnât cum?â Matt furrowed his eyebrows.
âOh- No! Itâs nothing with you, I swear. Most men just.. Donât care about female pleasure. They just use me for whatever and then want to leave, so thatâs what I let them do.â You shrugged, used to the feeling by now.
âNo, no, no.â Matt shook his head, standing up besides you. âI am not one of those men. You will not leave this room until you cum. Understood?â Matt grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet his.
His sudden chance in demeanor caught you very off-guard, and it honestly turned you on. How could such a whiny and needy boy turn into this within the matter of seconds? Nonetheless, you nodded, squeezing your thighs together subtly, trying to not let Matt notice.
He pulled your jaw closer, making your lips meet his. The two of you kissed, and you simply allowed Matt dominance, as he pushed you backwards to the bed you were just on moments before.
He pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over your much smaller body. He never broke the kiss once. His hands traveled down your body, gently rubbing along your sides and stomach, your thighs and arms. Everyplace he could touch, he was.
He pulled away from the kiss, flipping you over harshly, causing you to be laying on your stomach. He reached down, and pulled your ass up in the air, causing your hands and knees on the bed, your back perfectly arched,
âFuck, ma, gonna take my cock like a needy slut? Huh?â He growled, slapping your ass harshly, causing you to let out a yelp in both surprise and a slight twinge of pain.
âYes- just please, hurry up,â You whined out, causing Matt to chuckle.
âNeedy little whore, canât even wait a few minutes?â Matt tutted, gripping onto the base of his cock, sliding it through your slick folds a few times. Each time, he let his tip linger at your entrance, leaving you to wonder when he was really going to push in.
You so badly wanted to just push yourself backwards, forcing yourself onto his cock, but you know that would only end in a punishment for you. You let out a frustrated groan, and Matt took this opportunity to slam himself into you.
You gasped, and immediately became a moaning mess for him. His pace was much quicker than what you were bouncing on him at, and he was also hitting much deeper and in the right spots at this new angle.
âFuck! Matt, Matt, Matt!â You chanted his name like a mantra, as he fucked deeper and deeper into you, keeping such a hard grip on your hips, you were sure it would bruise by the morning- or possibly even later tonight.
âFuck, thatâs it. Just keep taking my cock, like the slut you are, hm? Fuck, yeah. Youâre taking me so, so well.â Matt mumbled, his hand following your leg, reaching your throbbing clit. He began rubbing in circular motions as he pounded into you at a relentless pace, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
If you were being honest, you hadnât had your last orgasm since a while ago, which was quite surprising, since âthisâ was your job. You felt a slightly familiar knot tie in your stomach, this knot continuously getting tighter and tighter by the second, and you tried to warn Matt, knowing it would snap at any moment.
âM-Matt, cum!â You moaned, and without permission, you let yourself loose on Mattâs cock. He quickly pulled out, replacing his cock with his tongue, allowing you to ride out your high.
He had came as he was pulling out, and you pulled quickly away, as his tongue was quickly overstimulating you. He stood up, chuckling as he watched you collapse onto the bed, him doing the same next to me.
âIâm still technically at work, but.. Iâd love to do that again sometime.â You shrugged, looking over at a cheesing Matt. âWhyâre you smiling like that?â You questioned.
âYou said most men donât make you cum. I did,â Matt grinned, winking at you. âAnd, hell yeah. Iâd fuckinâ love to do that again sometime.â
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in sickness, to cherish
foreword: so excited to release this lilâ babe into the world. PTSD and trauma healing is of special interest to me, I hope you enjoy đ (p.s. from my limited research I donât think they would have used a heart monitor for low-risk patients but it is literally integral to my plot so Iâm breaking my anachronistic purity rule. soz)
wc: 3k
cw: descriptions of seizure, PTSD + hospital/medical trauma for the whole gang, brief mention of non-consensual drugging, R is referred to once as âMrsâ & âgirlfriendâ, angst w/ comfort
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The mounted clock on the wall of the dingy Hawkins Memorial waiting room ticks over to nine PM, a brutal reminder that time (for everyone else, at least) has not, in fact, stopped.
Nine oâclock. As you pace from one end of the plastic chair-lined aisle to the other, you run the numbers in your head, fingers spastic at your sides- itâs nine right now, and Steve was admitted just after six, which means theyâve been running tests for three hours, even though the charge nurse said it should only take oneâŚ
âYou wanna step outside for a smoke?â
Eddie speaks up from his seat at the end of the row, catching your bleary gaze before youâre turning on your heel again to complete your looping track.
His voice cuts smoothly over the buzzing fluorescents, the old television in the corner droning with last weekâs news cycle; itâs enough to disrupt Robin from her half-sleep against Eddieâs shoulder, blinking into consciousness and stretching her stiff limbs as you respond.
âNo, thanks.â Your hands slip to the inside of your elbows, squeezing through layers of soft cardigan in a near-bruise, feet continuing the rhythmic pacing. âYou can go, though- Iâll make sure Robin comes to get you if anything happens.â
Eddie clears his throat, sinking back into the hard plastic, rings clicking at the armrests. âNah, Iâm good without one. Just thought youâd want a change of scenery, maybe some fresh air would calm-â
âIâm staying here.â
Thereâs a sharpness to your voice, a rarity- Robin winces, fingers in her lap twisting and fidgeting as she tries to change the subject. âGod, Steveâs gonna be spitting mad when he wakes up. Heâs the most doctor-adverse person I know.â
Eddie latches on to this with a humorless chuckle- âStubborn bastard. Wouldnât let those lab goons go near him, even after last year-â
âFuck.â The swear comes from the bottom of your toes, even as you swivel on the balls of your feet to loop back in front of your friends; their faces snap to you, a blur of motion as you pass them again- âYouâre right. Steve fucking hates doctors. I shouldâve-â
Your next breath comes stilted, fingers a vice-grip on your own arms as you pace, pace, pace- âI shouldâve treated this like taking a dog to a vet. Crushed up some pills in his food, or something- he never listens to me when I nag him about his hearing getting worse- do you know how many meals, how many glasses of water we share, every day?â
From the corner of your hazy vision, Robinâs gone still and pale, her voice tremulous- âI didnât mean to imply- this isnât your fault, you know-â
But youâre not ready to hear that, guilt surfacing like a sick wave, tears pooling, moments away from spilling over, voice trembling with anguish- âCouldâve been so easy, tell him weâre going for a ride, load him up into the passenger seat, he goes to sleep and I couldâa passed him right off to a doctor, to someone who could have prevented this-â
Eddie rises from his seat to stand in the middle of your path, hands lifting to soothe and appease, but youâre still in flight mode, like a bird beating its wings against the confines of its cage.
You flinch away from his touch, standing with your back turned to them both, staring out the dark window, unseeing. âYou know what Steve said to me? Right before he hit the ground? He said, âDonât panic, Iâm gonna pass out, try not to let my hair get too messed up.ââ
An edge of misplaced humor draws a dry laugh from your throat. The dark window reflects your own face back- tear-streaked, red veins encroaching on the whites of your eyes- as you shake your head in disbelief. âHe made a joke. To try and distract me from the fact that he was about to hit the ground and go all⌠all spastic-â
Unbidden flashes of memory surge to the forefront of your mind: victims of last spring. Twisted forms snapped at the bone, Maxâs arms and legs bent at horrifying angles, plaster casts from head-to-toe, freckled face still and sallow against the starch-white hospital sheets-
A leather-jacketed form in the reflection behind you, Eddieâs hand solid on your back against the shuddering breaths wracking all the air from your lungs. You donât flinch away this time.
Your beautiful boy. Steve. With his eye-crinkling smiles and sharp wit and gentle heart, stiff as a board in the middle of your living room, eyes rolled back in his skull like a downed deer, unreachable, just three hours ago.
âI thought it was Vecna. Itâs been so long but I thought heâd come back, somehow, I was this close to running upstairs and grabbing our Walkman-â
âBut you didnât.â The hand at your back is joined by another at your arm as Eddie pulls you to face him, his gaze locking on your own, brown eyes full of grave compassion. âYou heard the nurse. She said tipping him on his side was the best call you couldâa made, sweetheart- you saved him.â
âBut I didnât know,â you insist, âI didnât know thatâs what would help, I just did it âcuz I was worried he was going to choke on his own tongue-â
âSemantics. You intuited it, then.â One of Eddieâs hands leaves your arm briefly to make a dismissive gesture through the air- âWhich, in my book, is all the more impressive.â
Unconvinced, your voice small and tightening along with your chest- âWhat if this happens again, and heâs alone, this time? What if heâs working one of his three closing shifts a week, without Robin- what if heâs driving?â
You canât help the spiraling of your thoughts, what-if scenarios jumping in line, each one more horrifying than the last.
Robin rises to stand beside Eddie, opens her mouth- to deny, to comfort, itâs unclear- but is interrupted by a new nurse whoâs just appeared in the doorway.
âMrs. Harrington?â
This snaps you back to earth, a bit, another watery laugh as Eddie takes a step back, allowing you to swipe at the mess of tears on your face before turning to the nurse- âYeah. As good as, I guess. Howâs he doing?â
With a last look at your friends, the nurse leads you down sickeningly-bright corridors while reading from a clipboard- most of itâs medical jargon, your foggy brain struggling to keep up as you stay on her heels.
What you gather, as youâre led to his room, is nothing new- Steveâs had a seizure, likely due to the trauma his brain incurred from the âearthquakeâ of â86, and itâs unclear what triggered it, or if itâs likely to happen again.
âWeâre going to keep him overnight, just to monitor his condition.â The nurse stops at a door labeled Room 202, hinges squeaking as she pushes it open. âHe was really lucky, this time. Mustâve had a good guardian angel looking out for him.â
Heart thrumming thick in your throat, you almost ask the nurse to wait, to give you a second- maybe a quick bathroom break to splash some cold water against the tear-tracks, or even an extra few seconds to pretend at being stoic- but sheâs already ushering you in with a kind smile.
The nurse pulls the door shut, and youâre left alone with the boy in the bed.
He looks exhausted, dark circles pulling at the soft skin below his eyes, which are full of relief, trained on you as you approach.
âHey, thereâs my girl.â Thereâs a scratchy quality to Steveâs voice, on its way to being lost.
You were doing really well, no crying or anything, before he spoke. But hearing him, paired with the awful sight of a medical cord wrapping around the width of his broad chest, has your face crumpling in an instant.
âOh, shit. Aw, honey. Câmere-â Steve reaches for you, halfway to sitting up off his supporting pillows, and you quickly close the gap, sitting near his hip on the bed.
âNo, hey- stay down,â you chide through the tears, pushing at the shoulder of his white hospital tee. âDonât put any stress on your body.â
âCut the stress, she says,â Steve grumbles, leaning back against the stack of pillows but compromising by pulling you in closer. âMy babyâs crying, and she tells me no stress?â
His left palm slips over your cheek, thumb swiping away tears, while his right hand- IV taped flat over the back of it- slides to rest on your waist.
âGonna tell me whatâs wrong, hm?â
Under different circumstances, youâd laugh at his question- christ, where did he want you to start: but with that amber gaze so full of empathy, desperate to fix whatâs making you sad, youâre stripped raw with sincerity.
âI was just- I was so scared, Steve-â
Steve pulls your face towards his, needily, a breath away from begging for a kiss before you lean in for one.
He tastes salty, like sweat and tears, lips plush and softly seeking against the seam of your own. Between the kisses, heâs mumbling apologies, âsorry, so sorryâ, broken by the need to be as close to you as all the medical gear will allow.
Thereâs a soft noise from the back of his throat, and you pull away just enough to bump your nose into his, hands running up to push through the soft strands of his hair.
Steve practically purrs under your touch; youâre careful not to disturb the tubing wrapping around the length of his chest, leaning your weight into his shoulders instead.
A vein of hilarity spikes as you remember Steveâs last words before he went under: and here you were, fingers pulling at his dark roots, breaking his one request. When you start to giggle, Steveâs eyes pop open, baffled, hair sticking up at the ends when your fingers leave his hair. Both hands now squeezing at your hips, he feels left out of the joke- âWhat?â
âI just- nothing. Never mind. Iâm really glad youâre okay.â Itâs the truth. You frame his lovely face with your hands, kissing his forehead once before sitting up fully. âI donât wanna fight about it here, okay? Letâs just focus on you feeling better, and then-â
âSee, now, wait a minute-â Steve holds up a finger to interrupt. âYou donât get it. Iâve been hoping and praying for hours now that my pretty girlfriend would come in here just so we could have a good fight.â
He tweaks at the skin of your hips (with the IV-hand, so you canât just smack it away, dammit), smiling up at you far too dreamily for someone reclining in a hospital bed.
Settling against the length of Steveâs torso, your arms cross over his stomach just under the tubing as you start, carefully- âYou know, Max had one of these- when she was in the hospital?â
âYeah, youâre right.â Steveâs hands worm their way under both your cardigan sleeves, seeking out the comfort of skin like a magnet- âThink it tracks heart rate. Or something.â
âMm-hm. And⌠you know how she had to go to physical therapy three times a week? For, like, half the school year?â
Steveâs thumbs swipe absently at your wrists, a line pinched between his brows, trying to piece together your angle. ââŚyeah?â
âTakes a lot of time, to heal from something like that.â Your eyes drop to his chest, throat swelling with the effort of holding back a sob. âAnd Iâm just- just thinking of all the times you might be alone, and how we could have prevented this, and-â
âHey, hey, hey- shhhâŚâ Steve soothes, shaking his head. âHoney, it was inevitable, okay? Nothing we couldâa done. The doc told me this shit can happen, like, years after a big event. Iâm fine. Iâll be fine. I promise.â
Fighting against the wall of emotion that makes speaking harder, you return his head shake, desperate for understanding- âBut you canât promise that, baby. You had a seizure- an actual, medical emergency, and⌠we donât know if itâll happen again.â
With a purposeful straightening of your spine, you state, resolutely: âI want a different promise.â
Steve presses the crown of his head back into the pillows, melodramatic, resurfacing with a tsk. âSo stubborn. What promise you want, then, huh?â
âI want you to promise that youâll see a doctor- a real one. A head guy. Not some⌠family medicine quack.â
Steve grins, charming even while unusually pale- âI love it when you talk medical, really gets me going-â
He decides to bail on the rest of that sentence when he sees the flare of irritation on its way to real anger in your face, raising both hands in appeasement- âOkay. Hey- I promise to see a real head doc. I donât intend on putting you through this again.â
WIth a sigh, you surge forward again, mumbling âThank youâ into Steveâs lips, a kiss of relief and gratitude. Best news youâve heard all day.
His groans vibrate through you, hands running down the length of your side, near the bottom of your cardigan; you squeak at the intrusion of his cold palms on the bare skin of your waist but they warm quickly, and youâre willingly distracted as his tongue presses against the seam of your lips.
Perhaps not exactly hospital-appropriate, but as itâs been an evening full of adrenaline-filled panic and heartache, you figure some making out might be a good cure for the both of you.
âWonât scare you like that again,â Steve says, lips already pink and spit-slick, intense and breathless as he clings to you between kisses- âGonna be okay. You saved me, angel. Love you sâmuchâŚâ
Your hand, previously resting on Steveâs knee, automatically slides up at his words, notching into the soft expanse of his inner thigh over the thin sheets- âLove you too, so muchâŚâ
A bright, electronic noise jolts into frantic beeping- the monitor that Steveâs hooked up to is loud enough to startle you into sitting up.
Thereâs no time to process or even rearrange yourselves before the nurse from earlier bustles into the room to glare at the machineâs screen; best you can do is a swipe across your mouth, hopefully hiding any evidence of moments-ago spit-swappage as you stammer out, âUm, yeah, sorry- h-he was trying to sit up and that set it off, I guessâŚ?â
Steve lies placid and amenable against his pillows, giving the nurse a gold-medal grin, which unfortunately does nothing to allay her suspicions.
âUh-huh.â The monitor alarm is stopped short with the press of a few buttons, and she gives Steve a sideways look, clipboard tucked under her arm- âYou ready for your other visitors, Mr. Harrington, or should I give you a few more minutes?â
âBring forth the party, Patricia.â Steve folds his hands behind his head, wincing when his IV gets bumped but covering it with a wink.
Nurse Patricia leaves. You cover your heated face, mortified- âOh my god. She probably thought I was giving you a handjob or something, jesus, Steve-â
Heâs outright laughing at you now, unable to help it- âCome on, no she didnât. And even if she didâŚâ
Steve is momentarily distracted, frowning down at his chest, following the monitorâs line to the machine; you watch through cracked fingers, his face lighting up, triumphant. âSee, I bet if we unplug it from the wall same time as disconnecting it from here, we might be able to fit a handy under the radar, after all!â
Robin and Eddie enter the room just as youâre swatting Steveâs shoulder; over your subdued and mildly horrified laughter, he groans in faux-pain: âGod, you two got here just in time. Sheâs beating me up for no reason.â
As Eddie settles into the plastic chair under the opposing wallâs window, you scooch down the mattress, patting the side closest to Steve with an encouraging smile at Robin.
She takes the seat, appreciative, her clammy hand slipping into yours for support as she addresses Steve: âYâknow, if you did this to get out of doing inventory this weekend, you could just say so.â
âYou caught me, Robs,â Steve says, thumbing over her knuckles fondly. âFinally gonna join my conspiracy to make Keithâs life hell?â
Youâre about to cut in, emphasizing that no one else should be making any hospital visits, when a metallic screech has the three of you on the bed whipping around.
Eddieâs managed to crack the barred window- judging by the sound, it hasnât been opened since the 70s. He freezes with all the attention, then speaks around the cigarette clenched between his lips, suave again- âPardon the interruption. Anyone else care for a smoke?â
Everyone in the room blinks at him, in various stages of disbelief; Steve starts laughing, first, which gets Robin going, and eventually you, too, until Eddieâs grinning around the cigarette, lighter halfway to his mouth as he chuckles- âWell, canât say I didnât offerâŚâ
Robin makes a comment about nicotine fumes, which quickly devolves into her and Eddie fiercely bickering.
The elevated chatter of your friends fades into the background as Steve takes your hand atop the sheets, head tilted to get you in his line of sight again- love you, he mouths.
Love you, too.
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The Past đ Atlas
Now that Iâve spoken it out loud, I canât ignore the strangeness around Ash anymore. The nightmares, the flashes of memory that donât belong to me, and now, what feels like someone elseâs words coming out of my mouth.
Iâve decided to keep some distance until I can figure this out, even if the very idea of it has me twisted up in knots.
As usual, when I arrive at work, heâs already there, joking around with Evan and Lex. I make a point to walk back by the windows to my desk, so I wonât have to face him. I know Iâll need to talk to him eventually, but I have no idea what Iâm going to say, and now doesnât seem like the time or place to say it anyway.
So, I avoid him. I avoid the situation. I avoid myself.
I sit at my desk, put my earbuds in, and I retreat to a familiar place deep within. And I work. I work through lunch despite the protests from my stomach. I donât stop working until six oâclock, long past when Ash usually leaves. I donât know if he tried to say hello or goodbye. I donât even remember the day.
When I finally look up, the office is nearly empty, and the sun has just started to sink toward the horizon.
Rather than taking my usual route home, I take a right out of the building and head toward the gym. No one else is going tonight, but that's fine. I just need to think, and I think best when I'm climbing or running.
But I only make it two blocks before I hear his footsteps behind me, moving quickly along the wet concrete as he tries to catch up. I hadnât even realized it rained today. The sky is clear now, but the moisture has left the air feeling sticky and unseasonably warm.
My heart jumps when I feel his hand tap my shoulder even though I was expecting it. I take a breath and turn to face him.
âHey,â his greeting is like a hand reaching into a dark well, reaching down to try and pull me up from where Iâve retreated deep inside myself. His eyes search the darkness in mine. I canât tell if he can see me or not.
He squints slightly and I know then that he canât. âIs everything okay?â
âYeah, fine,â I say automatically.
âEverythingâs fine?â
âYeah.â
He squints harder, and the corners of his mouth pull down into a frown, âDid I do something wrong?â
The confusion in his voice twists at my stomach and I have to focus on staying upright, on keeping all the muscles in my face and shoulders relaxed. Itâs not easy, but Iâve had two decades of practice and Iâm better at it than Iâd like to admit. âNo,â I say simply. Keeping my answers short to keep the emotion out of them.
Then it happens. I watch as his eyes harden like stones. This is it. This is when I fuck everything up. I can feel it, and thereâs nothing I can do about it. But maybe itâs for the best. I canât risk him getting close to me.
âAtlas, what the fuck is going on?â
âNothing.â
âNothing? Do you think Iâm stupid?â
The sharpness in his tone makes me flinch, cracking my armor, and I feel my brows pull together, âNo,â emotion sneaks into my voice, drawing out the word.
âAtlas, Iââ he seems to struggle for a moment. I wait, desperate to reach out to him, to put my hand on his arm and reassure him, but Iâm trapped. My armor has become a cage, as it so often does. Helpless, I listen as he tries again, âI like you, a lot, and we had a really great time the other night, but⌠you said youâd call and you didnât, which is fine, like, people get busy, itâs whatever⌠but youâve spent the entire day acting like I donât exist and now youâre telling me everything is fine, acting as if nothing happened, making me feel like Iâm fucking delusional or something. Do you have any idea how awful that feels?â
Yes. I feel myself deflate, a wave of shame pouring over me. I donât think I can hate myself more than I do in this moment, realizing that I am indeed my mother's son. âIâm sorry,â I try to infuse as much sincerity into the words as I can, but they still fall flat.
âRight. You wanna tell me whatâs going on then?â
âI canât do this, Ash, Iâm sorry. I think we should just be friends.â I let it out in a rush, unable to look him in the eye.
âFriends?â
I nod.
âYou know, a âfriendâ wouldâve had the decency to talk to me about this rather than avoiding me.â
âI know, Iâmââ
âSorry. Yeah. I got that. Can you tell me why?â
âBecauseâŚâ I sigh, grabbing on to the only explanation I can think of that makes any sense, âbecause we work together. I just⌠I donât date people I work with.â Itâs not necessarily a lie. I usually donât consider my co-workers part of the eligible dating pool. But maybe if things were different, Iâdâve made an exception.
âYou donât date people you work with?â
âThatâs right.â
He scoffs, âThis wouldâve been good information for you to share with me a lot sooner. I really donât appreciate being led on.â
âI know, I didnât mean⌠I got caught up. I shouldnât have. I really am sorry.â
His head drops away from me, âYeah, me too,â he says to the ground more than me, nudging a rock with his shoe. âSo, friends then? Thatâs what you want?â
No. âYes.â
He nods, still looking at the ground as he takes a deep breath. âOkay.â He finally looks back up at me, his eyes shining, not with their usual playfulness and excitement, but with tears threatening to spill over. Iâve hurt him. âOkay,â he says again, âIâll see you tomorrow then.â He turns around abruptly before I can respond and starts walking away.
I stand there for a moment, stunned. Everything about this feels wrong. I want to take it back. And I nearly call out to him, tell him to wait, that I didn't mean it. But then he reaches a hand up, wiping his face, and I stop myself. I've done enough damage already.
I was wrong earlier. It turns out I can hate myself more.
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They Just Don't Know You by mukeandziamgotmelike | nr | 1306 //So, oh, tell me, tell me you won't break my heart. That you won't tear my world apart. That you'll be there when I need, cause I wanna tell them they just don't know you, they just don't know you, they just don't know you, they don't know you like I do.// -OR- Liam has been dating Zayn for months, and still, for some reason, no one approves of him. It's annoying, and Liam wishes they would stop. He doesn't know why they don't trust Zayn, but he just wants to tell them that they just don't know him like he does.
Screaming But Daddy I Love Him by Wishingforloushair | E | 21873 Harry has always tried to be the perfect Christian boy his religiously fanatic mother demands him to be. At seventeen he's never eaten fast food, drunk coffee (unless it was decaffeinated) or touched himself. That is until he meets Louis, one of the church's youth musicians. With his 'I Heart Jesus' stickers on his beaten up guitar case, his band (The Redemption Riffs), and his taste for good quality coffee, Louis' relationship with God is entirely different to Harry's, and Harry is positive that Louis is either a divine vessel, or Heaven-sent. Prepared to worship at Louis' feet, Harry is ready to learn a whole different way of worship and devotion with Louis' help. âThatâs coffee,â he remarked, pointing at the dark substance in the other boyâs cup. âYes, it is,â Louis said, taking a sip from it, his eyes fixed on Harry. âIs it decaffeinated?â Louis raised an eyebrow, putting his mug down. âWill it make you feel better if I tell you it is?â âLying is bad.â âThen, no, itâs not decaf. I donât drink decaf coffee because it tastes awful.â âBut,â Harry swallowed, glancing over his shoulder before leaning forwards. âDrugs are bad,â he whispered.
What Side Of Love Are You On? by FallingLikeThis | T | 25000 Ever since Harry finally made the decision to come out to his mother as bisexual, sheâs been foisting women on him left and right, determined itâs just a phase. But when she puts out a personal ad to find the perfect partner for her son, things really get complicated. Suddenly, Harryâs heart is being pulled in two very different directions. On one side is the sweet, caring woman he has fun with, but doesnât know his mother chose for him. On the other is a man who seems to be his motherâs worst nightmare, but makes Harryâs heart flutter in ways heâs never felt before. When all is said and done, maybe theyâll all learn that when there is no clear path to go down, the best option is to follow your heart. A Because I Said So Au with a bisexual twist.
but daddy i love him by wanderlou | nr | 28924 Someone cleared their throat and they all turned to the person; Charles. âI cannot and will not support this marriage.â âBut DaddyâŚI love him,â Louis pouted. Or the one where Harry and Louis are getting married and Louis' dad hates Harry. Harry does everything to try and earn his respect during the wedding weekend.
adrenaline by reveries_passions | M | 38208 âHarry Styles,â Nameless Boy who now has a name says. Louis is too busy having an internal crisis to realize the boy has just introduced himself as Harry Styles. Harry Styles, only son of Des Styles, PhD, Dean of Harvard Medical School. Harry Styles, known by everyone and their grandmother. Harry Styles, star rower. Harry Styles, youngest enrolled student in graduate school at Harvard University. Oh my god, Louis thinks, mortified. I just slept with Harry Styles. As he reaches out tentatively to shake the boyâs hand, another thought hits him. Oh my god. Harry Styles is gay. ~ louis tomlinson, college dropout, up and coming dj, and gay activist, is the notorious owner of exclusive underground gay club, adrenaline. harry styles, med student by day, partier by night, child prodigy and seemingly heterosexual son of harvard professors, is the youngest and arguably the smartest student at harvard medical school. or: a one night stand wasn't supposed to become the greatest love story of the 21st century.
Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld | E | 44777 Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis âTommoâ Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harryâs class.
your memory over me by shimmeringevil | E | 64355 Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harryâs presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him. Harry shouldnât be here. Heâs brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought heâd never have to face. Itâs Harryâs apparent apathy thatâs the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harryâs amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference. Heâs moved on. He doesnât care. And that is something Louis doesnât think heâll ever be strong enough to face. - OR - The worst heartbreak of Louisâ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when theyâre gone.
Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen | E | 630460 In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.
#parents#Of Mates and Men#bananaheathen#your memory over me#shimmeringevil#counterbalance#yesisaworld#adrenaline#reveries_passions#but daddy i love him#wanderlou#What Side Of Love Are You On?#FallingLikeThis#Screaming But Daddy I Love Him#Wishingforloushair#They Just Don't Know You#mukeandziamgotmelike
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baby devil just so confused because she remembered how sweet and kind matt is to her and her friend once but now he is being a jerk to her team but still nice to her. maybe after one of the devils rangers games he waiting for her outside the locker room and he asked her to come with him and they get food or something
Rivalries and Dinners
Y/N has always had a great relationship with Matt Rempe. He was sweet and friendly when they met through mutual friends, even helping her out during her early days in the league. But lately, things have gotten tense during games, especially as Matt plays for the rival Rangers. His attitude on the ice is completely differentâheâs rough with her teammates, instigating fights and playing the role of an enforcer for his team. What confuses Y/N is that despite his aggressive actions toward the Devils, Matt still treats her kindly whenever they interact. During the last game, she caught him staring at her, a concerned look in his eyes, but when it came to her teammates, he wasnât holding back.
The guysâJack, Nico, Luke, and Dawsonâare wary. They can sense somethingâs off with Mattâs behavior, especially when he seems to be trying to get Y/Nâs attention. After one particularly brutal Devils-Rangers game where Matt picks a fight with Jack, Y/N watches helplessly from the bench as tensions boil over. Matt was once kind to her, but seeing him throw punches at her teammates makes her stomach twist.
After the game, as Y/N heads to the locker room, sheâs surprised to find Matt leaning against the wall outside, waiting for her. Her first instinct is to turn around, but curiosity gets the better of her. Before she can say anything, Matt gives her a small smile, his earlier aggression completely gone.
"Y/N," Matt says softly, stepping closer. "You wanna grab a bite? Just the two of us. I figured⌠we could catch up."
Her eyes narrow, feeling conflicted. Why is he being so friendly now? He was just fighting with her teammates not too long ago. The conflicting personalitiesâgentle with her but a jerk on the iceâleave her in a haze of uncertainty. âI donât know⌠Itâs kinda weird with how things have been,â she admits, fidgeting.
Matt shrugs, unfazed. "I promise, no hard feelings off the ice. Itâs just part of the game, Y/N."
Despite the awkwardness, she agrees to go, mostly out of curiosity but also to get some answers. They walk together to grab food, and as they talk, Mattâs kindness returns, leaving Y/N even more confused. Heâs acting like the guy she knew beforeâsweet, attentive, joking about old times. But in the back of her mind, she canât shake the image of him going after Jack and Luke earlier in the game.
Meanwhile, the Devilsâ locker room is buzzing with worry. Y/N didnât return with them, and after some checking around, itâs clear she left with Matt. The guys exchange worried glances. Jack is pacing, his jaw tight. "Where did she go with him? That guy's a jerk on the iceâwhat if heâs pulling something?"
Luke leans back in his chair, equally concerned. "We canât just let him get away with it if heâs messing with her. What if he hurts her? Mentally orâŚ"
Dawson crosses his arms, already planning a search party. "We gotta make sure she's okay. Someone has to call her."
Nico, the team captain and arguably the most level-headed, tries to calm everyone down. "Look, Y/Nâs smart. Sheâll handle it. But we need to let her know weâve got her back. If Rempeâs just messing with her head, weâll make sure she knows who to trust."
As Matt and Y/N sit down for dinner, she finally decides to confront him. "Matt, whatâs the deal? One minute youâre fighting my teammates, the next youâre being nice to me. Itâs confusing."
Matt sighs, his expression softening. "Look, Y/N, itâs the rivalry between our teams. I donât have anything against you or your guys personally, but Iâve got a job to do on the ice. Itâs different off the rink though. I donât want that to get in the way of us⌠you know, hanging out."
Y/N nods slowly, still unsure. She likes Matt as a friend, but the tension between him and her teammates is impossible to ignore. "Itâs just hard to separate the two sometimes. Theyâre my family, Matt. Itâs not easy seeing you act that way with them."
Matt gives her a sympathetic look, reaching out to touch her hand gently. "I get it, Y/N. Iâm not trying to make things hard for you. But if you ever need a break from all the rivalry stuff, you can come to me. No pressure, okay?"
Y/N eventually returns to the team, texting Nico, Jack, and the others to let them know sheâs safe. When she steps into Jack's apartment, and the concerned expressions on their faces say it all. Jack is the first to speak up, crossing his arms with a frown. "So, how was your little date with Rempe?"
Y/N rolls her eyes. "It wasnât a date, Jack. We just talked."
Luke steps forward, looking serious. "You know weâve got your back, right? If heâs messing with youâŚ"
Y/N smiles softly. "I know, guys. Heâs not. Itâs just⌠complicated. But thanks for worrying about me."
Nico nods, the tension in the room easing. "Weâre your family, Y/N. Weâll always worry about you."
As the group settles down, Y/N realizes how much the Devils mean to her. Despite Mattâs confusing actions, her bond with the team remains unbreakable. Theyâll always have her back, no matter what.
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fuck it. belos and grimwalker analysis time. before this starts, I wanna make this clear that this is a "belos is horrible bad terrifying" post. if you're looking for "belos is a sad pained man who deserved a redemption arc", you are REALLY in the wrong place. got it? great, good. let's get started.
I think, at the end of the day, the reason belos made the grimwalkers was to simulate connection. he wanted to fill the urge of someone taking care of him like caleb did when he was "good." he wanted someone with all the "good" traits caleb had, all the "right" parts of him, the perfect version of him he'd created that he believes evelyn "stole" from him. but making the grimwalkers like caleb wasn't the only reason.
he wanted someone to like him. who takes care of him, who feels bad for him. hes trying to simulate a close relationship he can't have with demons or witches since in his twisted world view, they're not people. they're horrible and sinful. so are grimwalkers, but they're slightly more bearable. he's essentially using them as a substitute for human connection as well as trying to 'save' caleb. to take care of him, to feel bad for him, to compliment him more personally, to spend time with. he was essentially trying to fill the void he himself created by being a piece of shit. he's trying to make someone that loves him "unconditionally." but his definition of unconditional isn't "I will never stop loving you." it's "I will believe you're always right." which is insanely unrealistic and insanely unhealthy. he essentially wants someone who spoon feeds him constant reassurance that yes you are perfect and do no wrong. he wants someone to constantly validate his horrific world views and tell him hes good , so he never has to stand still for too long and think about what he's done.
onto the "saving caleb" part.
his definition of saving caleb isn't saving him from danger. it's making him Perfect. it's making him hate witches, it's making him prioritize HIM above all else, it's making him not have a life outside him, it's essentially getting rid of all his flaws. whether it be actual flaws or things literally only belos considers flaws. his idea of perfection is unattainable. and also massively fucked up, but you already knew that. he wants a caleb that never fails, never disagrees with him, takes care of him, adores him, protects him, has no life outside of him, and will never ever leave. he never grew at all from the world view he was raised in, despite having centuries to do so. he separates the "good" parts of caleb and the "bad" parts of caleb into two completely different people. he tries to recreate "good" caleb. he has no care for the consequences or "caleb's" mental or physical well being. only if "caleb" is with him and agrees with him.
he has no care for the consequences of committing genocide against an entire world. only if it means that everything was worth it and caleb was wrong and philip was right. only if it means he's right. he's tunnel vision and a horrible bigot and so so in that deep end.
he didn't get redeemed because he chose to never ever admit he was wrong. he had no desire to admit he's wrong or to change. all he cared about, all he ever cared about, was two things.
1. being right.
2. his brother agreeing that he was right.
he doesn't care about anything else except for himself and the made up version he has of his older brother. he refuses to let his brother change, because that means considering if he has to.
belos is so horrifically fucked up and that's what makes him such an excellent character.
#toh spoilers#the owl house spoilers#owl house spoilers#the owl house#toh#owl house#emperor belos#philip wittebane#caleb wittebane#grimwalkers#candy meta
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First off, sorry you're having a bad brain day for anything. Secondly, maybe Hellcheer have been on the same bus and totally *not* noticed each other but then âWeâre on the bus and Iâm really not trying to take up your space Iâm sorry I just have really really long legsâ Use any of that you like. :D
aww thank you!! i appreciate u đ and as a fellow long-legged individual, i relate to eddie's struggle lmao
also this turned out way longer than i expected so enjoyyy
Eddie's relieved to have snagged the last empty row of seats on the already-crowded bus. He knows this route well enough to know his stop is far from the busiest, so getting a seat at rush hour is close to winning the goddamn lottery.
Every person who got onto the bus after him purposefully avoids taking the seat next to his, which amuses him more than it offends him. He knows someone is eventually going to be brave enough to sit down next to the scary guy with long hair, but maybe he'll get through a stop or two before it happens.
For the time being, he takes advantage of the space and stretches his right leg into the footwell of the empty seat. He lets out a soft groan of relief and rolls his neck from side to side, already thinking about how good it's going to feel to collapse into bed when he gets home.
When the bus rolls up to the next stop, Eddie doesn't move his leg. Anybody who spots the empty seat takes one look at him and hurriedly looks for somewhere else to sit, bringing a grin to his face.
His plan's working out pretty fucking well, actually.
Until someone gets onto the bus who doesn't look away. She makes her way down the aisle and up the steps so quickly that Eddie just barely has time to move his leg to let her sit down.
"Thank you," she whispers as she pulls her bag off of her shoulder and sets it on her lap.
"Y-Yeah," he says, offering her a smile as he struggles to fit his stupidly long legs in the small space between his seat and the one in front.
Fuck, have they always been this small?
Eddie clears his throat and looks away from her, propping his arm up on the ledge next to the window and trying to focus on the outside world rather than the pretty girl next to him. He's seen her before on this bus, but only in passing. He's tried not to stare at her, not wanting to get caught being a creep, but there's just something about her that keeps drawing him back in.
He tries to look at her out of the corner of his eye, his curiosity piquing when he thinks for a moment that she might be looking at him, too.
No, she's probably looking out the fucking window, you idiot!
Eddie turns his head as nonchalantly as he can, and to his surprise he catches her looking right at him. She blushes and drops her eyes down to her lap, but Eddie's so taken aback that he completely forgets how to function. His right knee knocks into her leg and they both jump at the collision.
"Shit, sorry!"
"I-It's okay, really--" She laughs a little as he tries to twist himself up like a pretzel to give her more room. "You don't have to."
"Don't wanna encroach on what little space you have," he says with a chuckle, somehow sounding way more cool than he feels right now.
She offers a little shrug his way and smiles. "I'm pretty tiny, so. Feel free."
Eddie laughs. Is she serious?
She twists to the right, offering him half her leg space, and Eddie shakes his head.
"Really, I'll survive."
"I don't mind," she insists.
Eddie sighs, laughing softly as he admits defeat. "Okay, okay."
He moves his right leg, groaning a little as his knee pops. She presses her hand to her mouth, probably to hide a laugh, and Eddie chuckles under his breath.
They both stay quiet as the bus makes another stop, and as someone passes by their seats, the girl's leg presses up against Eddie's. He doesn't say anything and neither does she, but he figures once the bus starts moving again, she'll pull away.
But she doesn't.
"I'm Eddie, by the way," he murmurs, ducking his head and leaning towards her. She turns her head and smiles as she offers her hand.
"Chrissy."
"Nice to meet you," he replies as he shakes her hand.
"Likewise. I, umm, I like your rings."
"Oh, yeah?" Eddie lets go of her hand to show off his right, wiggling his fingers as she laughs.
"Yeah. They're cool." Chrissy gently touches his fingers to admire the rings and then looks up at him with a smile. "They suit you."
Eddie grins. "Thank you."
He doesn't pull his hand out of her grasp, and it takes a minute or so for her to seemingly remember she's holding it. She blushes even more than before, and now Eddie finds it impossible to look away. He compliments her sweater and they fall into a simple, easy conversation as the bus continues on.
Eddie's so wrapped up in talking to Chrissy that he almost misses his stop. He just happens to glance up at the front of the bus as it pulls up to the curb, and he curses under his breath.
"I gotta--" he says, gesturing to the door as people around them start shuffling around to let other passengers off.
"O-Oh," Chrissy says as she rushes to get up. Eddie's loath to leave her, but he squeezes past anyway.
"I'll, uhh, see you around," he says, wrapping his hand around the nearest pole to stay upright amidst the wave of people climbing off the bus.
"Yeah," she says with a smile. "I hope so."
Eddie offers her a wave as he joins the shuffle out the door, kicking himself the moment he steps onto the sidewalk.
You could've just stayed on the fucking bus. What's a couple more stops to keep talking to a pretty girl? You'll probably never see her again now, you fucking--
"Eddie?"
He whips around, hardly having gone more than ten steps away from the bus stop, and there she is.
"Do you, umm..." Chrissy hitches her bag up onto her shoulder and laughs bashfully as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Do you maybe want to get coffee?"
A wide grin spreads across Eddie's face.
"Hell yeah, I'd love to."
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Immortal Shenanigans
Chapter 2: Bullets and Pots
pt.1 pt.2, pt. 3
You stare at them. And they stared at you. You grow and twist your arms until the rope becomes loose. You really had to remove the bullet from your head. You violently dislocated your shoulder and pulled your left hand free.
You throw your head forward dislodging the bullet in your head. You reach into the hole pull out the bullet and drop it onto the ground. You rotate your neck before freeing your other arm.
âYou know itâs impolite to shoot someone from that distance.â You hum as the hole in your head begins to close. âNext time shoot me up close, so the bullet doesnât get stuck.â
You reach down untie your feet, stand up, and walk toward the group. âWhat with those expressions? It seems like you're seeing a zombieââ
Bang!
Another bullet hits you point blank in the face. You fall backward as they lay more bullets into your body. They quietly stare at each other before leaving, your eyes open and you stand up in the empty⌠where were you?
It didnât matter you picked up your bag and left. As you leave the large room you hear a low voice talking. Weâre they still here? Might as well scare the shit out of them.
âHey,â you round the corner as a bullet hits you in the heart. You stare down at the hole in your chest. âThatâs not very nice.â You look up shaking your head.
âHow the fuck are you still alive?â
âIâm immortal.â
âWe killed you.â
âYou tried.â
They stared at you with horror in their eye. You were still alive. I looked down at their map, they were planning something.
âMmh, colonizing shit, you make your ancestors proud.â You look up at the British military men. They give you a cold look.
Ghost raises his gun, âDonât waste your bullets on me.â You say not looking at him. âWe both know it wonât work.â He slowly lowers his gun and looks down at you.
âWhy are you here?â
âIâm EgyptianâŚ. Iâm from Egypt. This is my home territory.â Youâd rate the obvious.
âHow old are you?â Soap folds his arm curious about the answer.
âAbout 5,000 years old.â You casually stare looking down at your ruined clothes. âI was born a little after Egypt was unified. So about 5,000 years old.â You looked him in the face.
âHow are you still alive?â
âI donât know.â
âHow donât you know?â
âWe didnât have science back then!â I shout at Soap.
âIâm older than your Goddamn country, show me some respect!â
âYou act like a bratty child.â Ghost hums looking at you with annoyance.
âI am still 20, thereâs a dichotomy, between my age and my mental age. Iâve been through a lot and processed it like a 20-year-old.â You explain. The mustache man nods somewhat understanding.
âYou do act your age.â
âWhat you guys doing?â You stand on your tippy toes trying to catch a glimpse of what they're doing. They move to block your view.
âThis is private information.â
âGeez ok,â you put your hands up, âitâs not like Iâm gonna retain that information. Itâs not important to me.â
âWhy do you wanna know then?â
âBecause Iâm nosy,â you shrug. In this decade you decided to be the most immature person ever, to truly act your mental age. A little dumb and completely insufferable.
âAnyways I need to head back⌠Iâm thinking the lady Iâm staying with is looking for me.â You begin to walk off, humming a tune so old it was ingrained in your very soul.
âWhere do you think you're going?â
âBack to my Airbnb,â you turn around spreading your arms to the mustache man. âDonât worry I wonât mention you, all four of you arenât worthy to be remembered.â You give them a bow and Waltz out.
You have rented the Airbnb for a month. you open the door and set your bag down. If the police are looking for you, you're going to have to call in and clear up the misinformation. You take a shower and change to less damaged bloody clothes.
âHey is this the police?⌠this is yn⌠I wasnât missing just went on a spiritual journey without my phone⌠sorry for the inconvenience⌠of course, Iâll tell someone next time.â You hung up, bored and slightly numb.
You should call in that temple site, and get your pots in a museum; not the British Museum, but a local one. You found the right phone number of an old colleague.
âHey is mister Renfield there? Yes, this is Sofia, Maryâs daughter. Me and my mother stumble across a hidden temple.â News travels fast and you soon weâre back in your temple this time willingly and unstuck.
âSofia,â you look up.
âLook at these pots, they are your specialty,â Benjamin said. He was an archeologist from America helping with the dig.
âThese are in great condition,â you hum, of course, they are. Nobody touched them but you. âThese artifacts might tell us more about this temple.â
âThis site gonna be a new tourist attraction.â You smile but deep inside you hate the idea of random people ruining your sacred temple.
You walk the street at night. You didnât need sleep, you didnât need food, you didnât need water. But you like those things, they make you feel more mortal more human. You found it ironic you wanted to be human again when for many years youâve seen yourself as a god amongst men.
âThese pots look expensive.â You froze and looked to your right.
âWe can sell this to the British Museum.â
Hell no!
You begin to walk down the alleyway, those potsâ must have come from your site. Those were your pots, nobody else but yours. You found three men packing them into boxes.
âWhat do you think you're doing with my pots?â You coldly asked in Arabic. They turn to you like deer in headlights. One pulls out a gun and threatens to shoot. You stare at them coldly arms folded.
âBack off bitch!â
âWhy?â You walk closer and they frown. They turn to each other and begin to speak another language.
You could understand them. They were talking about your looks. They could sell you. Or harvest your organs. You frown if they discover your immortality they keep you as a slave.
âHuman trafficking?â They froze and turned to you horrified. You knew the second language too. You pull out your tactical whip and hit the one with the gun. You took the gun and turned it on them.
âTake me to your hideout.â You demand. You will take all the artifacts they have stolen back. They slowly took you to an abandoned warehouse at the end of the city. They tried to take the gun back but your whip took good care of their attempts.
It hurt like hell and it culled their attempts to fight you. You knocked out both men, with one hard punch and tied them up with the rope you carried in your bag. You enter the abandoned warehouse. It was mostly empty, besides the shit tone of guns, but you didnât care for that.
âDamn, what is this? An incelsâ wet dream?â You mutter staring at the boxes of guns.
You walk around taking in all the stuff. Most of it was military, not your problem. You found your artifacts all in a single box with little care put into it. You deer in frustration. You pull out your phone to call in the stolen items and the military-grade gun.
âHello, police?â
âPrice over here.â Your voice does as you slowly lookout to find those four military men. You end the call and stand up.
âHey.â
Bang!
âHey, these pots are old!â You yell back trying to protect the box.
âWhat are you doing here,â mustache man roars in anger.
âStolen museum pots!â
âHow can we trust you?â They all had their guns pointed at you. You roll your eyes.
âIâm an archeologist first, a historian second, and a bitch lastly. I donât give a shit about your damn mission only these pots!â They turn to each other. Was she for real? They look at you. Yes, she is.
âAlright you're here for pots, how did you get here.â
âTwo looters try to steal my temple pot.â
âHow did you take out two men?â
âTactical whip,â you hold up your metallic whip. Soap sighed and the mustache man simply covered his eyes.
âDoes it work?â
âVery well.â
âIâm going to call the policeââ
âNo, weâre going to call the military.â Mustache man interrupted you. You sigh and stretch your arms.
âAlright, when they get here just tell them that box is historically important.â You pick up your stuff and begin to leave.
âWhere are you going?â
âYou guys got this handle, and I still need to report another problem.â You wave your hand.
âLetâs not meet up again.â You state as you leave the warehouse.
You called in the temple pot theft and your colleagues explained the frustrating situation. Looters are the first enemy of knowledge and history.
Bang!
You fall forward and your world turns black.
#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#cod#call of duty#141#captain price#kyle gaz garrick#pots because archeology
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