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A comic in which Mo and Sheriff Fireheart lie to themselves.
Posting the rest of the comic in a reblog gimme a minute!! There's a lot!!
#don't worry Mo is like. the most mentally stable of the cast#he really has no baggage but Kanako does end up improving him as a person by the end#he has this. mentality where he needs to do whatever he can to help HIMSELF survive in this crazy world#and he can't go getting mixed up with anyone else's stuff#He thinks all he needs is himself for success. at least he does for now#sock art#undertale yellow#uty#uty au#undertale gold au#uty mo#uty kanako#uty ceroba#utg sheriff fireheart#uty bits and buttons
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Okay I want to talk about this moment between Morrible and Glinda for a sec because it adds such a wonderfully sinister layer to a scene that is otherwise a triumphant defining moment for Elphaba, and it sets up the dynamics for Part 2 so perfectly.
At this point, we are in the thick of âDefying Gravity.â Everyoneâs attention is on Elphaba - and rightfully so, sheâs up there declaring war on the Wizard, displaying incredible feats of magic, of course everyoneâs attention is on her.
âŚEveryone, except Morrible.
Morrible has realized that Plan A was a bust, but rather than panicking, sheâs already worked over Plans B through Z in her head and has realized that Glinda, not Elphaba, is actually the key figure here. Glinda is actually the best thing that could have happened to them.
Mind you, Morrible hates Glinda. She thinks Glinda is vapid and attention-seeking and completely without talent. It would be extremely easy for her to brand Glinda as an accomplice to Elphaba, have the guards drag her off, imprison her, never have to deal with her again, nice and neat.
Instead, while everyone else is focused on Elphaba, Morrible only has eyes for Glinda. She zeroes in on her, releases her, and comforts her, because she understands what no one else understands, which is that yes, thatâs great that the Wizard now has an enemy to unify his people against, but they also need a symbol of hope, something that is the exact antithesis to Elphaba, something to keep everyone at extremes.Â
The Wizard himself canât really be a symbol of hope, because the key to his success is that he remains shrouded in mystery, and yes people think heâs wonderful, but thereâs a level of uncertainty and intimidation to him. He is Oz the Great and Terrible, and everyoneâs preeeeeetty sure heâs a good guy, but if you have someone like Elphaba out there - who Morrible knows from experience is very smart, very articulate, and has her own sort of magnetism - thereâs a potential that she could turn at least enough people against the Wizard to make things very inconvenient.
So what they need, now that they have an enemy, is to have an equally magnetic figurehead representing the Wizard who embodies all these one-dimensional ideas of goodness, someone for the public to adore and fawn over so the association between Wizard and Goodness is crystal clear.
And by bringing Glinda along, Elphaba has unknowingly served that figurehead up on a platter.
Glinda is everything Elphaba isnât, from personality, to appearance - Morrible has already set Elphaba up by calling her green skin an âoutward manifestorium of her twisted nature,â which paves the way for Glinda, who is the perfect conventional beauty, to be an âoutward manifestoriumâ of pure goodness.Â
Morrible realizes they need these two lightning rods of Absolute Evil and Absolute Good in order to manipulate people - fear alone isnât enough; the only way to effectively radicalize the populace is to make sure there is no gray area whatsoever, no room for question: you're either good, or youâre evil. And the Wizard alone isnât a strong enough representation of âgoodnessâ when by virtue of existing, he has to remain in the shadows. Glinda on the other hand? With her looks and her charm and her openness and her ability to expertly win over a crowd? Perfect for the role.
Now the tricky part for Morrible is taking into consideration that Glinda and Elphaba love each other. But we also know from earlier scenes that Morrible is a master at manipulating emotions. Right from the start when Elphaba is having trouble with her magic, Morrible casually brings up the âAnimals should be seen and not heardâ disturbance from class, spoon-feeding her just enough to get Elphaba upset, triggering her magic, after which Morrible makes sure to give her assurance and praise to keep Elphaba optimistic about her power.
Sheâs also aware that Glinda does have quite a bit of influence over Elphaba, because when Elphaba flees, Morrible immediately tasks her with winning her over, rather than simply relying on the guards or even going after Elphaba herself. She knows if anyone has a chance at roping Elphaba back in, it's Glinda.
Obviously, Glinda isnât successful in getting her back, but while this puts a dent in Morribleâs plans to get control of Elphaba, it does give her an extra weak spot to exploit in Glinda.
So now, at the height of âDefying Gravityâ when Elphaba has officially taken her stand against them, Morrible sees Glinda, and Glinda is at her most vulnerable, her most emotionally fragile. Not only is she heartbroken and in shock, sheâs also just witnessed in real time exactly how easy it is to turn an entire nation against someone. Sheâs scared, sheâs powerless. Sheâs just lost the love of her life her only friend, she has no one to turn to - Morrible has definitely picked up on the fact that even though Glinda has countless people who fawn over her, none of them can be considered a true friend except for Elphaba, which means Glinda is completely isolated. Glinda also has a very limited understanding of the bigger picture of what the Wizard is trying to accomplish, and because sheâs never been a victim of the system the way Elphaba has, she is still desperately clinging to the idea that everything will be okay as long as she plays by the rules of the people in power.
She has been perfectly primed for Morrible to begin manipulating, not through violence or intimidation, but by offering her comfort when no one else would - when not even Glindaâs only friend would - when no one else is even paying attention to Glinda, because they have the very real and present threat of Elphaba quite literally hanging over them. In this moment, Morrible chooses Glinda, which Glinda has been striving for since the beginning. Elphaba has chosen her principles, the Wizard has chosen his enemy, but Morrible has chosen Glinda, and in this moment of being so alone and so afraid and so betrayed, that makes all the difference.
We also get kind of a parallel shot too - Elphaba really sealed her fate the second her hand closed around the broom. But here, Glinda seals her fate when she gives in and reciprocates Morribleâs hold on her.
THIS is the moment that sets us up for Part 2, with Elphaba and Glinda as our lightning rods for Absolute Evil and Absolute Good, but more to the point, it makes it clear that theyâve BOTH been used, theyâve BOTH played right into these respective roles Morrible and the Wizard need in order to be successful - even if it wasnât how Morrible originally planned for things to go.
I just love it, because âDefying Gravityâ is Elphabaâs song - itâs triumphant, and itâs heartbreaking, and itâs everything a defining moment should be for a character. But by injecting this little moment between Morrible and Glinda into the scene, we also get an underlying current of dread because we know weâre about to see the consequences of Elphabaâs defiance versus Glindaâs compliance and how both serve to benefit the Wizard/Morribleâs propaganda.
TL;DR - when I said "I want to talk about this scene between Morrible and Glinda for a sec" I clearly meant "I'm gonna write a whole essay. Like a nerd."
#wicked#wicked 2024#wicked movie#gelphie#glinda upland#elphaba thropp#galinda upland#madame morrible#one day i'll stop gnawing on this movie like a lunatic#probably not any time soon tho
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Yandere manager who was never gonna let you get famous.
Nsfw for this one! MDNI!
Warning for noncon/dubcon!
Yandere manager who holds a high position in a prestigious entertainment company. He works with so many prolific stars, so he's surprised that your pitiful little portfolio ever even made it to his desk. You've got no experience, no connections, and you're not exactly industry standard in terms of beauty.
Yandere manager thinks it's kind of funny that a cute little thing like you thinks they can make it in such a cutthroat industry. he's kinda curious about what you're like though, so he calls you in for an interview. He can't help his large, sleazy grin that forms on his face when you sit there in his office stuttering through an introduction.
Sure he'll hire you, but you've gotta get on your knees.
Yandere manager feels a sick thrill run up his spine as he goes over contract details while your pretty little lips are spread around his cock. Your eyes are filled with tears, and he can feel your little whines and sobs vibrate in the back of your throat, and he groans. He has to admit it, you've got that special something about you that certainly has him captivated.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a deal, sweetie," He grunts out playfully and signs his name as he forces your head down further and came down your throat.
Yandere Manager who only books you for enough gigs for you to justify staying with him. He makes you fuck him whenever he asks, and whenever you want an actual job, you have to do something more extreme to get it. A modeling gig? Yeah sure babe. You've just got to dress super slutty and let him take you in the middle of a crowded club.
Yandere Manager who rails you violently whenever he catches you trying to network. He bets you think you're so smart and clever for chatting up some pervy, old director to get a spot in a music video. Does he not give you enough? You don't need all that attention unless he's giving it to you. You don't even know how many people are gonna wanna bury themselves in that tight little hole of yours, how many people would take advantage of you. At least with him, you knew what you were getting.
You're fucked so thoroughly, and Yandere manager loves watching you stumble around after he's stuffed you full of cum. He's started making you wear plugs afterwards just so he can watch the discomfort on your face as he takes you out shopping or for meals.
Yandere manager starts to feel a bit fond of you in not just a carnal way. As much as he loves seeing your cute little asshole twitch and stretch around the toys he pushes in you, he also likes seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. He likes the way your eyes light up when he allows you to do a photo shoot. He starts liking the way you shudder and squeal when you orgasm, too.
He's not a sappy guy by any means. Really, he sucks. Even he knows that, but maybe now that you've got his initials tattooed on your plump, well spanked ass cheeks, he can start making you like him too.
He's gross, and he knows it. But he loves fucking you so much he can't find it in himself to care. I mean you're not going to get away when he's got you coming back to him with the promise of success that he's never ever gonna let you have. Not for the risk of his favorite, cute little fucktoy leaving him.
#my writing#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#x reader#tw yandere#yandere male#fanfic writing#my ocs#yandere manager
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truth serum
đ starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⌠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation thatâs quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.
đš rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k
đ aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etcâŚ
âď¸ mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)
âIâm just going to go talk to her.â
You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. Itâs your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. âDonât do it,â you warn him.
âHer husbandâs the target, from what Iâve seen, sheâs harmless,â the agent counters.
âHow easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isnât the first time youâve let a person of interestâs wife become your focus.â
âCareful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.â
Youâre watching Seungcheol through the casinoâs live footage, a stream youâd easily hacked for the operation at hand. Heâs leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that heâs left open just enough to show his prominent chest-
âThatâs your third drink,â you note, changing the topic, âdonât let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.âÂ
âWe both know I can hold my liquor,â Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. âIâm just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.â
You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheolâs handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.
âTrust me,â Seungcheol says, voice lowering. âIâm not going to do what you think Iâm going to do.â
You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. âSeduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?â
âMaybe only half of that.â
God, heâs such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be.Â
âIf this goes sideways, donât expect me to bail you out of it.â you warn him.
âHoney, bailing me out is your job.â
You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a targetâs wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, youâd sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.
But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, âWho is this?â from Seungcheol, youâre glad youâd stayed anxiously glued to your computer.
A faint, âFriend of my husband,â said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and youâre grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think.Â
You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheolâs end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.
âWhatâs going on?â Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler.Â
âCheol made a move on his targetâs wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.â
âFuck,â Jeonghan groans, âThis is the third time this has happened to him.â
âI tried reminding him of that,â you say, your voice raising with anxiety.
Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, heâs not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job.Â
Jeonghanâs leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. âIâm sending this location to another agent we have in the area,â he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up thatâs just happened.
âItâs Wonwoo, isnât it?â you sigh. âItâs always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheolâs messes.â
âYes, itâs Wonwoo,â Jeonghan admits. âWe made sure heâd be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.â
âGod, this isnât good-â you groan.
âNo,â Jeonghan responds, âItâs not. After tonight Iâll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.â
Your heart lurches in your chest.Â
When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⌠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheolâs room, and he stands straighter as you approach. âHey, Honey,â he says, using your codename even though thereâs really no reason for it right now.
âWonwoo- how is he?â You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.
Although youâd been connected to the whole ârescue Seungcheol operation,â youâre still buzzing with anxiety. Itâs unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work youâre in, but damn it, you canât help but care for the man you handle every day.
âJeonghanâs with him right now,â Wonwoo responds smoothly.
Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?
Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know itâs not your place, besides, what would you even say? Youâd told Seungcheol not to go after the targetâs wife, and heâd done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.
Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this. Â
âWhat do you think is going to happen?â you ask.
Wonwoo shrugs. âThatâs above my paygrade.â
Heâs awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.
You let out a sigh. âWhat if I asked you to guess whatâs going to happen?â
Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. âIâd guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.â
âA break,â you repeat. âLike⌠a permanent one?â
The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion thatâs way too disinterested for your liking.
Jeonghanâs been trying to talk you into working as Wonwooâs handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you canât bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes youâve been helping clean up for over a year.Â
Despite Seungcheolâs massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, thereâs something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you wonât give up easily.
Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.
You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.
âThis is a shit show,â Jeonghan says finally.Â
Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what youâre both thinking.
Jeonghan addresses you next. âIâm guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.â
You can only nod.
âLook, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.â Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. âThey gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I donât know how long it will be in effect, but I do know heâs vulnerable right now. I probably shouldnât let you in there- but⌠Iâm just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didnât see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didnât either.â
You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. Thereâs nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.
You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.
Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and thereâs a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.
âHoney?â He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.
âCheol-â Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.
âIâm sorry,â he says immediately, and those are two words youâve never heard from him before. âYou were right⌠about the wife.â
âThatâs not important right now,â you sigh.Â
âIt is. Youâre my handler, and I didnât listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldnât have gotten into this mess.â
You study him. You know heâs vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.
âWhyâd you do it?â you ask finally. âThis time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what youâre good at, but- I donât understand how you donât see how dangerous it is.âÂ
âHoney-â
âTheyâre thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?â
âThey canât reassign you to Wonwoo!â Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.
âThey can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You donât even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.âÂ
âI respect you,â Seungcheol blurts out.
âIt doesnât feel like you do.â
âI do,â he insists. âI-â Seungcheolâs voice cracks. âI get with women to distract myself.â
âDistractions in this line of work can be fatal.â
âYou think I donât know that?â he snaps, making you go silent. âMaybe I have a death wish.â
âCheol-â
âStop calling me Cheol.â
âStop calling me Honey.â
âNo.â
You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isnât a morally good idea. âWhy do you need a distraction?â
âBecause youâre a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.â
âMaybe reassignment is a good idea.â
âYouâre not being reassigned.â Seungcheolâs voice is practically a growl, and youâve never seen this side of him.
âWhy not?â
His expression breaks. âBecause I need you.â
âYou clearly donât.â
âI do,â he insists. âI know Iâm not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.â
 âCheol-â
âHoney.â
âTell me why.â
âBecause-â Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. âLook, Iâm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?â
âScared of what?â
âOf falling for you.â
âHuh?â Now youâre confused. Youâre staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man youâve ever met, and you canât believe the words coming out of his mouth. âBut- all the women you go after-â
âDistractions from you, from the voice in my head.â Seungcheol swallows thickly. âThat night in ParisâŚâ
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.
âThat night- fuck, Iâve never met someone like you before. Iâve never felt-â he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. âI got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didnât need you. I didnât need your guidance, I didnât need your care, I didnât need you- but⌠I do need you.â Seungcheol meets your gaze. âIâve needed you more than Iâve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.â
Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything heâs just said.
âI-â
âItâs my turn to ask a question now,â Seungcheol says. âHow do you feel about me?âÂ
âI thinkâŚâ You swallow thickly. âI never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but⌠maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.â
âMaybe?â Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.
âIâm definitely going to have to be reassigned now,â you tell him.
âWhat? Why?â
âYou know why. This,â you point between the two of you, âthis has been the liability the whole time. Weâre the liability, Cheol.â
He sits and thinks about it for a moment. âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â You let out a laugh.Â
âJust⌠donât work with Wonwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You canât help but laugh at the request.
âBecause I think heâs into you.â
âWouldnât be the first,â you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. âBesides,â you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, âWonwoo might actually listen to me.â
âHoney,â Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, âdonât test me right now.âÂ
âOr what?â
He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. âJeonghanâs putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isnât even a question of âor whatâ anymore. While Iâm on leave, Iâm going to fuck you stupid. Iâm going to make it so you canât even leave the fucking bed. Iâm going to show you that Iâm not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?â
God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you canât muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.
âYou should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.â Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips.Â
âDo you think youâll be released tonight?â you ask, voice quiet.
âAre you that eager to see what Iâm made of, honey?â Seungcheol lets out a laugh.
âMaybe.â
âYes, I think Iâll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while Iâm vulnerable thing isnât going to go unpunished.â
âI hope you do your worst,â you challenge him.
The agent scoffs, shaking his head. âYouâre trouble.â
âHypocrite,â you grin, standing and heading to the door. âCall me when youâre out, then you can take me home.â
Youâre waiting by Seungcheolâs car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. Heâs dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up heâd been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and heâs never looked sexier.
He doesnât say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, heâs kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.
You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.
Seungcheolâs hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler heâs been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.
âBeen wanting to do that for a long time,â he tells you.
âMe too,â you admit, swallowing thickly. âSo⌠your place?â
âMy place,â he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.
Your heart is racing. You canât believe youâre actually doing this.Â
A couple of hours ago, youâd feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety thatâs still coursing through you.
âSo,â you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, âdid you talk to Jeonghan?â
Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. âYes, I talked to Jeonghan.â
âDid you mention me?â
âI mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out youâre the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.â
âWell⌠I mean⌠youâre the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.â Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but youâd been so blind.
âHe agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, itâs the liability, not either of us alone. Heâs putting me on rest, like I said, and when youâre up for it, heâd like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.â
Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesnât make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheolâs handler? God, youâre feeling downright territorial of this man already-
âYeah, Iâm not too happy about it either,â Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. âSome new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.â
âDid you fall in love with me?â you ask.
âTruth serum has worn off, honey,â Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. âBut yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And donât worry, you donât have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.â
You scoff loudly.
âWhat was it you said earlier? I âfind seduction easyâ? Donât pretend weâre not in the same boat here, honey.âÂ
âGod, I hate you.â You try to tear your hand away from him but heâs unrelenting.
âLiar. You love me. Love me so much youâre going to let me rearrange your guts.â
âDonât be so vulgar,â you chastise him.
Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. âYouâre not my handler anymore, you donât get to tell me what to do.â
Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt⌠correct. Youâd bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural.Â
âAs dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know youâd rather be the submissive,â Seungcheol points out. âI canât wait to see how good youâll be for me.â
âCheol-â
âLook at you, honey, a little dirty talk and youâre already a blabbering mess. Canât find the words, can you?â
âFuck.â
âYouâre adorable,â he grins, shaking his head a little. âYouâll be good for me, I know you will be.â
Youâre kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or⌠is he kissing you? Itâs hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly heâs hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.
You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. âCheol- this is going a bit fast.â
âIs it?â He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. âDo you want me to slow down?â
His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.
You canât even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.
âTell me to slow down,â he says.
You take a breath, trying to process his words. Theyâd sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, âSlow down.â
âToo bad, I donât listen to what you tell me to do, remember?âÂ
Heâs such a shit-
A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.
âFuck, Cheol-â you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.
âBeen thinking about what youâd taste like,â Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. âKnew your pussy would be perfect for me.â
God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.
All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.
When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.
âRelax,â Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, âItâs only me, honey. Youâre comfortable with meâŚâ he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, âright?â
âYes, fuck-â
âYes, what?â He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.
âYes, Iâm comfortable with you!â you belt out, falling back onto the table so you donât have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything heâs giving you- want him to have your full focus.
âGood girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, donât you?âÂ
You can feel Seungcheolâs breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.
âYeah, yes- I deserve a reward-â
Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.
âThat sounded like a command, honey,â Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. âThought we agreed Iâd be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.â
âI-â you swallow thickly. âPlease? Please let me cum?â
âLet you cum?â he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.
âPlease⌠make me cum?â you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.
âBecause you asked so nicely.â Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.
âPlease make me cum,â you whimper desperately. âFuck, Iâm so close- please make me cum, Iâve tried to be a good girl for you- please-â
He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.
Youâre throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesnât let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.
Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you canât bring yourself to look at him yet, not when youâre still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.
You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as itâs open. Heâs soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. âHave you come back down to earth yet, honey?â he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.
âYeah- that was just, really good,â you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.
âThat was just the appetizer, you still havenât had the main course.â
âGod, youâre so-â
âSo what?â he teases. âHandsome? Charming? Lovable?â
âSure of yourself,â you breathe.
âLet me show you something,â he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. âWhen a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.â
You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. âCome on, let me take you to bed.â
He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass.Â
âRemember when I told you Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât even be able to leave the bed?â Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. âYou better get comfy, honey.â
âI thinkâŚâ you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheolâs skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, âI think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldnât go unpunished.â
The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. âYouâre cute, honey.â
âYeah?â You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. âHow so?â
Seungcheolâs pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools.Â
He doesnât bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. Itâs a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you donât mind at all.
You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.
Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. Heâs all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.
His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.
However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. âI think itâs time for that punishment now.â
âYeah?â You canât help the excitement that bubbles through you.
âI want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while youâre at it.â
You know whatâs coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.
You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.
âIf this hurts too much, let me know.â
âDo your worst,â you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.
You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. âIâm punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?â
âUh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.â
âBetween us, Iâm glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.â
âIâm glad too,â you confess. âNow, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.â
âI love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.â
âAfter this, I deserve your cock.â
âDo you now?â Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing.Â
âMaybe you deserve my pussy,â you muse thoughtfully.
âNow thatâs something I can definitely get behind,â he agrees. âCount these out for me, honey, Iâll give you ten.â
The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.
âOne,â you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.
âHow did that feel?â he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.
âGood.â
The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper, but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. âTwo.â
Three and four come on your other cheek, and youâre thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side heâd battered, and it stings even more now. However, itâs a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing youâre halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.
âYou look like youâre enjoying this too much,â Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
âMaybe I am,â you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent.Â
He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheolâs smile widens. âGetting sensitive already, huh?â
âYes,â you admit.
The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadnât been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.
âYou liked that, didnât you?â Seungcheol asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.
âHow's your clit feeling after one orgasm?â he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.
âFeels so good,â you whimper.
âYouâre practically dripping, honey, didnât take you for a pain slut.â
âBe nice,â you chastise him.
âOh?âÂ
Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out âSix.âÂ
âYou donât like being called a little pain slut?â he asks.
âNo,â you shake your head. âPlease call me nice things.â
âOkay, honey, I can do that,â he concedes, and the next spank isnât as hard as the last. âYouâre being so good for me. Weâre almost done.â
âCanât wait for you to fuck me, Iâve been waiting so long-â
âWeâll get there,â Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number âEightâ comes quickly thereafter.
Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and youâre nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.
After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.
He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, âTen?â
He laughs. âNo, honey, this is ten.â
The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where heâd hit you.
âThat was the pain, now hereâs the pleasure.â He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. âTell me you like it.â
âI love it,â you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.
Youâre not sure how big he is, only that heâs bigger than anyone youâve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until heâs flush to your still stinging ass.
âFuck,â Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. âHowâs that feel?â
âI feel so full,â you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.
âIâll make you feel fuller,â he promises.
âYeah?â
âYouâre on birth control?â
âUh huh.â
âThen Iâll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?â
âMore than okay with it,â you moan.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.
âFuck-â you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls.Â
Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.
âYour pussy feels so good,â he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. âItâs like you were made for me, honey.â
The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.
âAnd this ass-â One of Seungcheolâs hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. âFucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.â
Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.
âThatâs my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.â
You canât help but let out a small laugh. Itâs as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.
âDonât laugh,â Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. âIâm trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.â
âI just-â you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. âIt was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.â
âIâm glad we agree on something,â Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. âFuck this, I want to see you.â
He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheolâs perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.
His cock is big⌠cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-
He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When heâs fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.
âYouâre so pretty like this,â he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.
You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.
Youâve never made sounds like this in bed before. Youâre moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.
Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.
The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. âI can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?â
âGonna cum on your big cock,â you tell him.
âYeah?â
One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.
You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.
You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. âIâm so close-â you tell him.
âThen cum for me,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. âCum on my cock.â
It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.
His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling.Â
You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he canât fuck you anymore.
Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.
Heâs panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.
âYour heart is going wild, honey,â he muses after a moment.
All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.
Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. âI do love you, you know.â
âI know.â
He chuckles. âYou arenât going to say it back?â
âTake me on a date first,â you tease.
âTomorrow, if you can still walk, Iâll take you out.â
âYou promise?â
âI promise.â He presses a kiss to your sternum. âIf you canât walk, Iâll bring the date to you.â
âHow romantic,â you say sarcastically.
âDonât start with me, honey,â he warns.
âIâm not starting anything,â you defend yourself with a giggle.
He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. âSure youâre not.â
You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll fuck you again.â
You canât help but shake your head. âYou promise?â
âIf youâre going to talk back like this, make it five.â
Heâs such a fuck, but you kind of love him.
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âHey, big guy,â you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. âHow was your day?â
He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. âIt was okay.â
âYikes,â you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. âThe new handler still being a bit of a dick?â
âJoshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, itâs not like I can do anything about it,â Seungcheol sighs. âHow about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?â
âDinoâs a good one,â you insist. âHe follows instruction very well.â
Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes.Â
âYou still jealous that Iâm in his ear and not yours?â you tease, poking your boyfriendâs chest.
âDonât go there, honey,â he warns.
âCome on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence⌠you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.â
âYou want me to be submissive?â Seungcheolâs brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. âNot a chance in hell.â
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girl, get up ! - riddle, leona, vil, silver
in which u suck at phys ed and they're trying to help you out
requested ask !
author's note: i am not physically fit as i like, but dw!! we all have our moments đ now get up and be that slay queen (or start low impact exercises for now!)
riddle rosehearts
riddle rosehearts is a well rounded individual, he was raised in a household were meals calculated and regimes strictly adhered. if you think riddle is strict with his exercising, you would be surprised. riddle was someone who was not the most adept to exercising, and understands you wanting to take it at your pace. but don't think you're getting away with it.
fret not! riddle takes things slow, and in accordance with the rules of the queen of hearts, taking note of your weaknesses and strengths. he even rewards you at the end, each small victory was worth a party.
if your goal was to hit 5 pushups or rounds of burpees, he'd set it to 10. harsh, however, he claims if you settle for less you get less. riddle wants you to aim high (and he would even join in on your physical journey!)
"i think im gonna be sick" you yelp and try to not pass out at your 4th day of attempting to do sets of squats and this exercise.
"you're doing fine, rose." riddle said smiling before observing your notions. despite your protests, you did well. your initial goal of just 5 laps around the oval became 6! it was a small improvement, but you managed to do it.
"after this, we can relax and enjoy some new tarts trey baked." riddle smile warmly as he jogged next to you, noticing you brighten up
leona kingscholar
leona laughed at you first. born with athletic capabilities, he couldn't believe you can't do a simple push up or run down at least 5 laps. however, he wasn't one to keep someone down, leona wants a fair fight.
it starts off simple, leona would observe you and see it as you not pushing yourself. leona would be behind you, motivating you (odd to see him out of bed), making sure you're in the right position and actually getting your goal. you need 30 push ups for vargas? you're doing those 30 push ups... with his help.
lends a lot of his time or some trainer to help you. though, don't expect he'd be doing this often, he still likes his nap times you know? you can do exercises after the nap!
"mmh. herbivore. you're quite close to running more than yesterday" leona mumbled walking beside you as you jogged. his long strides make your jog a walk for him. he admired you before patting your head
"yeah because you literally pushed me!" you retort but he smiled and followed you to the end of the track, marking your newfound success: running 500 meters!
"good job, herbivore... now let's go rest, you ended exactly on my nap time."
vil schoenheit
vil wasn't going to make you be a lazy potato. he can see the potential and determination from you. he is the most hands-on out of all, he tracks it closely and adheres everything to his own personal trainer.
each move you both do comes from professional advise and vil does the same exercises as you (although with bit more intensity on his end). the meals afterwards were also a highlight. vil prepared the after meals himself, go on, eat up!
he's more strict. vil won't take no willy nilly answer, and he won't allow slip ups. vil is a very determined person, once he sees a diamond that needs polishing, he'll handcraft it with time and effort. vil showers each progress you've done with praise and small personal victories he records and keeps hidden for him to admire.
"ah, my dear, look at that. another stellar news, you've managed to hit the goal in record time." vil rejoices as you both finished the prescribed exercises from his trainer. you beamed and smiled proudly
"all thanks to you, vil!" you praise him but he smiled and shakes his head.
"no, all you, dear. you pushed your limits and got us both here."
silver
silver is a trained knight, he was no stranger to the regime of ruthless training. however, he does know that reaching goals is hard. he had his fair share of failures of reaching certain goals with his habit of sleeping. though, silver is still strict and maintains that if you want to be active, push through it
he would share his regime at a lighter level and even trains you himself, silver guides you gently and even makes you disregard your goal so he ensures you're not in a hurry and get hurt. though, that was because his regime had quite some brutal exercises.
and sometimes, he'd pull in sebek or lilia for some regime tweaking so he can sneak more time to help you be more active. though it was difficult sometimes, silver can't help but feel sleepy sometimes when he trains you...
"okay, your footing isn't that great. it lacks some..." silver yawned as he gracefully guides you into holding a baton firmly. you were sweating as the faux fighting with the baton proved to be more difficult. it was awesome though, you get to see him wield such grace!
"silver, we need a break" you huff tired. silver smiled before shaking his head, even if he was sleepy, he wasn't allowing you be trained half-assed.
"nope. now, parry"
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Haven't slept since last night...
Hello ChĂŠrie d'Amour !
How y'all doing ? Hope those last few days have been treating u better than me. When it comes to me is time for me to take a real break. I'm going to be inactive for a month. I am so sorry for my single babe since birth, it was finally your turn to thrive but don't worry, I try to create some good juicy content before I leave for a moment. All readings will be on sale up until this weekend because of recession. I feel like you guys need to catch a break but keep in mind you will only receive the product in May 2025. In April everything will to back to regular prices. That being said, I hope April brings you nothing but success.
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SHESCA.
PILE 1Â
YOU : You feel that he has experiences and you are one on his list of potential lovers. I am not going to lie before I even get further, this does not feel like romantic love. It could be platonic love with sex (FWB or sexual arrangement) at least from your side. I don't know if that's how yâall relationships begin or how it was always supposed to be. Ahhh⌠now lets go. You can sense the deep desire he has for you. Maybe he has prey eyes when he lays them on you. May have possessive mannerism with you. Also may tell you to go around and tell others you are his because he hates the thought that anyone can even think they have a chance with you. I just heard: â You are too pretty for your own goodâ. You do applaud the fact that he never cares and always show you off no matter the circumstance. Not the type to be disrespectful. May actually be quite the feminist not the performative kind. You may never think he cares so much for women rights because he dont look like it. May have a darker or alternative aesthetic. If not then has the aesthetic of somebody that dont care for women rights : pick up car, bible verse tatted, country accent and love hunting. Actually very emotionally available yet avoidant. Which mean he can express himself and can be transparent with his feelings. Probably dealt with his childhood trauma, not the type to ghost after fucking you. Actually take care of you and give some aftercare. Asking you if you are "ok", before the act and after. Clean you up and tell you he leaves before doing it so you dont wake up feeling funny. Would hate for you to feel use. Avoidant because he can't see himself being in a relationship because he dont think he deserves it. You can feel all this by the way he treats you right but can't seem to give you the title you desire. Want you to be his, act like you are his and don't mess with other people, yet don't want to ask you out properly. You can feel like his manifesting you. What I mean by that, is that you are going to see him grow. From running from you, to trying, to loving you and appreciating you. He wants you, you can see it in his eyes, his actions and his words. You feel like one of most prize objects in his life, he treats you as such and you know that you are all he wants. Also he has a big dick. To my virgin babe don't worry, he is no monster. Will probably do a lot of foreplay and y'all may also have many nights that all you do is oral sex prepping for the big gun. If you are a virgin, he is very scared of hurting you.Â
HIM :Â
Before anything : I hear and see you caressing his cheek while saying: âMy baby, my babyâŚâ with a sad tone.Â
They fucking love is crazy. At first I was unsure and I would be the first to tell you to run the fuck away from something, yâall know me. I don't play those games.Â
HE FUCKING LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! The way you look, the color of your hair, your hairstyle, if is curly or not, the color of your eyes, the way it light up, the shape of your face, the face you make when he fuck you, he loves you body, every inch. Clothes or nah, he is fucking turn on all the time when it comes to you. The style you have, nails or nah, lashes or nah, makeup or nah, shave or nah. He loves the sound of your voice, the moan you make when he's thrusting deep into you, the way you talk dirty and the way you tease him with nudes, the way you end up play hard to get it just for the fuck of it. The reality is you guys meet when he just came out of the dark night of the soul. He just fought suicidal thought maybe even survive an attempt. He may be clean from self harm tendency or his sober from substances. Heâs still in woods but his not dancing with the devil no more. You are going to force your way into his life. He is a loner and he dont like to mingle but you are coming in with your zest for life ⌠LOL ! What you don't know is that you are the sun of his life. Just by existing you bring him all the joy, life never thought worth giving him. Don't get me wrong it aint co-dependent. He doesn't live because of you. Nah he lived so he could found you. Going back to him, he is too fucking tired to start fighting his avoidant issue but without realizing it he will be growing with you. You are going to enter his life when he is in the 8 cup era( me : surprise the card did not come up) , like he let go of something but he is not yet sure of the next path but knows he must leave so he did. Your warmth ( dang all I wanted was the sex ⌠here I am in love reading) is something he yearns for. He will often hit you up, so he can spend your work break with you in his car so you guys can cuddle. He will hit up after work so he can see you. He will beg to see you. Not for sex just to sleep. If he has night terror, you make them stop. Don't worry you ain't got no super power, it's just because he feels safe in your embrace. In my visions regarding your couple, he is always sleeping. Damn yâall fav spot is your bedroom. Lol ⌠babe don't take it personally but he see you as a liability. No job asking for princess treatment just eating and using all his money. He would love how wet you get. You are going to make him feel like his dick has super power in the bedroom because he can make you squirt. To my virgin no worries is actually bound to happen since he's big and you go that WAP. You guys may develop a size kink together.Â
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PILE 2
YOU : You feel as tho he has a breeding kink. He loves nutting in you or loves seeing his cum on your tits, your butt, stomach or your face. A fan of facial. You may have a very pretty face, a bit childish, don't worry he aint a pedophile. You have a round face, very chubby cheek, and round deer eyes, may have a rather coquette or very feminine aesthetic. I am seeing light makeup, you may like to get doll up before yâall fuck. Don't act all innocent; you enjoy seeing the aftermath of yâall encounter. You get all doll up, so you can see the wig lifting (if you wear one), your makeup mush, you lips red, the hickeys on your body or even like seeing your clothes tear down on the floor after the act is over (me: you guys are literally the representation of the quote : I love pink, violence and sex). You know he has a good sex reputation. He may have been a player until he decided to settle with you. You knew it and he never tried to hide it. If you guys do end up break up, he is forever going to be the best sex you ever had. The man knows what the fuck he is doing. You are not here for the sex tho. He knows it. You are here because he get you. Maybe people around expected you to act a certain way, you may attend private school, may be the oldest sibling in your family, may hold a job with power, whatever the situation is, you are held to a higher standard than the rest. Some of you may be the daughter of a pastor or religious important figure. With him, you get open up and even do stuff that would not be allowed by people around you. Having sex may be forbidden in your family before marriage. You may also smoke with him and drink 2. You guys talk to each other about hardship and he just gets it. The thing is pile 2, is like you guys are living in a golden cage. You have gone through so much trauma but you can't talk about it because there's almost a policy of : â you hear nothing, see nothing and speak of nothingâ in yâall family. Iâm hearing the song of Pretty Little Liars. They have a darker aesthetic and they are more of a loner so you would think they are the one with the destructive habits but is all you. Now that Iâm thinking about it, you may be the only one smoking and drinking when y'all are together and he just makes sure you don't go overboard. You may actually be the one asking him to go this hard in the bedroom. What's funny (not really), you don't feel like he loves you for you. You think, I am writing black on white, you think he only loves you for your tight pussy. You know I dont stand for BS so imma be very honest babes. He aint the problem. Yâall seriously hate yourself very deeply. It's really sad. I did not say I pity you but it breaks my heart, sensing the depth in which you hate your own gut. You see him as an enemie. Almost as a war weapon ⌠I aint playing ChĂŠrie dâAmour. You make me think of the way Katniss thought of Peeta in the book of Hunger Games (the first ones). In reality, you don't think no one could ever love you.Â
PS : You also feel like he is very emotional. Is easy for him to cry and he doesn't hide himself when he does so. He would cry a front of a kid show or while listening to the news. He may actually stay from the news because he easily absorbs emotions around that. A truth empath ⌠LOL ! He is very loving in the way he dirty speak, I am hearing: â Look at me âŚâ, â Is ok Iâm here âŚâ, â You are doing amazing love âŚâÂ
HIM:Â
I ain't going to lie, this is toxic. Not the yelling, verbally or physically abusive type of toxic. No breaking each other's spirit . Is more the type he wants to save you from you and you are incapable to stop destroying yourself. Don't get him wrong, he ain't got no savior complex but he sees so much potential in you⌠yet all you see is his flaws and nothing is really changing your mind. If he is the one reading ⌠RUN ! But since is you, there's nothing I can do but watch. Congrats you have manifested your first relationship ( I swear I mean it with no sarcasm). There's a lot of lessons here. This may be your wake up call because you are the one closest on in this PAC getting in a relationship. May even happening this Aries season. Is not a matter of âifâ but a matter of âwhenâ.Â
He feel like you have a facade because he can sense all you truly crave is softeness. You don't actually want this hardcore sex, you want something softer. Otherwise you will want to be degrated, the fact that you prefer him talking in a softer tone, caressing you and holding you when the act is done shows your true intention. You hide behind that tough cover. In front of people you play the perfect innocent daughter while in front of him you play this though women that nothing sacred anymore. He can also feel that you are disgusted by the fact that you do desire love and affection. He doesn't want you just for your tight pussy. He love the depth you have and the beauty you hold. You are a very pretty babe in his eyes, the prettiest woman he ever laid his gaze upon. Also heâs in love with the poetic tone you give to your pain. You could quite literally love writing poems or being a writer in your free time. You may play an instrument or love singing. He enjoys listening to you talking about philosophy for hours even tho he doesn't always agree with you. For him, you guys together are the embodiment of the song : Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. He feels like you are wasting your time with him. You deserve so much more than him. He ain't going nowhere. He feels like you only want him close to you just so you can hurt him. You wish you could destroy people around you but instead you keep hurting his love with fake promises and treating him like he is replaceable. He won't leave because he actually enjoys this arrangement. If it is the only way for him to have you then that is how it must be. He may have a Mars in Scorpio or in Pisces.Â
PS : Now I understand, he aint innocent either. While you destroy yourself with hate, substance and sex. He destroys himself by finding people he knows are going to hurt him. Is more than the victim complex, is the martyr. If he aint in pain then he ain't living. Right now in the spiritual world you are like falling stars colliding into each other and nobody is stopping you because there's life changing lessons that must happen.Â
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YOU: You are extremely grateful for all his exes. You thank them for the way they tame his masculinity and raise him to be an amazing bf. You are grateful for his sisters for showing what is it to actually deal a real women. Most importantly his mom for making him a gentleman. You feel like he loves trying new stuff in the bedroom and dont mind doing it in places that are not traditional. Everytime he grabs you, you don't know in which position you are going to be. He may love going round after rounds with no break ( me : Shit that a whole workout). May be the type to start making out in the car in broad day light with the windows down because he never gave a fuck. Will probably introduce you to sex toys, nothing crazy ladies. He ain't your BDSM type at all but his masculinity never was scared of a pink dildo or a rose toy ( amen to that !). You feel like he has multiple options. You see people flirting with him in front of you like you don't exist. You may keep your relationship private because when you post him, people add him with no shame. Also you applaud the effort he put in the bedroom. He put in the work. Coming in with new techniques like the pillow or the bear hug. There's something about the way his hip moves, like he is going to hit your g-spot like nobody damn business. Over and over again at that.Â
PS : Your first relationship may be an interracial one. For him, you're the first woman of that race he actually dated, not that he found you kind ugly, he just never had a chance to date one of yâall. Also don't worry, no fetishes, purely in love with learning your culture with respect.Â
HIM :He feels like you have no idea of your sexual needs. Don't get him wrong, he knows you are a virgin so you don't know how to move but the problem is that you don't seem to even know what you want. It's almost like you have literally no idea what sex is. Like a new concept falling from the sky. You are acting like you are a pre-teen who just now learned about sex. On the other hand he enjoys the way you are spontaneous many claim to be but they are not. There's a difference between being spontaneous and adventurous and people don't seem to know it. He loves the way you are down for anything at any moment. Which he always craved and missed in his last relationship. Going back to what I wrote, he feels like you are like a doll with no opinion. You just go with whatever he says with no real back bone. You don't tell him if you like what he just did. You don't show different emotions depending on different position or touch. You are just here looking at him nodding. He enjoys your moans but would prefer if you could appreciate him more in the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't expect you to have the vocabulary of a porn star but tell him he's doing a good job. Telling him is hitting the right spot, telling him he's handsome and telling him you have been craving him. At the end of the day he aint stress because he is sure yâall are going to figure it out. It's just the beginning of your sexual journey and he knows with time and patience you are going to open up to him.Â
PS: He knows you are nervous. The first time yâall are going to do it, you may actually be anxious. I see you looking around nervous and having jabbing movements. You will open up about the fact that you are not sure you can satisfy him. What you don't realize is just the thought of you, turning him on sooooo bad. He can't sleep without taking a cold shower because he is always sexually frustrated when it comes to you. You are literally his dream girl. Trust me babe, no need to worry, you are his female fantasy.Â
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YOU : You love the fact that he makes you feel wanted. You feel like you are the object of his desire. He makes you feel like he can't make a move without you in his life. Without you his life ain't complete. He makes you feel super sexy, always begging you for a pic of you. Not caring if it is a selfie, a nude or even just an OOTD. I see you taking a bunch of pictures that you keep in a folder for when he is needy of your presence but can't be near. Also you can sense how he gets no pleasure being in the dominant role of the relationship. For some of yâall, he will take the lead in public. For the other in this pile, he will be walking around unafraid to show how much of a simp he is.For the first type, he may be very tall and loves going to the gym. He cares for the finer things in life, I see luxurious cars and watches. He may work a white collar job and hold a title of power ranging from manager to CEO. Not the time to talk a lot, have a rather deep voice and have a mug face normally. While for the other heâs a student, shorter, may be older than you but have a baby face. The first one would be the type to text you that he is waiting at your door, giving you unexpected surprise and making sure everyone knows you are taken because he is possessive. While the other may be the type to follow you around, be down with all your sidequest, take your picture like one of your fans and always have this fool expression on his face when it comes to you. You may tell him what to do but he will always pay for everything and give you the princess treatment. They both have something in common, they love to be dominated. Love it when you play with them. Edge theme, tell them ânoâ just to hear them whine, don't worry it won't be on your first time but will love it when you use toys on them 2. Will love it even more if you bound them in beautiful pink ribbons. Loves when you challenge them not to make a single noise or they wont get to fuck you tonight. They make you feel love. There's not a single doubt in your mind and others that he loves you. By the way he acts, speaks about you when you ain't there or even takes care of you like you are the most delicate being on this planet. Whether it be with letters, text you poem, buy flowers or when he travels and always comes back with something that reminds them of you. The way they refuse to end FaceTime because they want to sleep and wake up to you. Scream to any women approaching them that their fucking taken may wear a fake marriage ring to seal the deal because the mere fact that other women may flirt with them piss them off.Â
PS : The biggest munch alive. Will literally cry if you don't let them taste your delicious pussy.Â
HIM:He knows you are very strict, you don't play mind games. Your standard are high and you don't mind cutting a man off mid date, mid convo or even relationship if you don't feel respected. At the same time he knows your love can never go bad. You are not really the type to talk about the feelings, you are more the type to show it in your actions. The fact that you bake for him, your eyes light up when you look at him, your voice softens when you speak to him or even the way your body relaxes when you touch him. On the other hand, he still can sense a blockage in you. It's like you are always waiting for him to fail. You never allow yourself to enjoy the bliss of this relationship. Waiting for him to become abusive, waiting for him to start yelling, waiting for him to start breaking shit around or even start cheating. Just so you can say : â I knew it ! You can't trust this man, frl, frl.â The issue with this way of thinking is undervaluing the efforts put in by your partner and he also makes him feel like he is constantly passing a test. That may be a big red flag for him that he will consider the worthiness in longevity in your relationship. I see him entering the relationship knowing he found the one. I also sense he can let go, if he ever feels like he can't give you what you truly desire.
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Ma'am VI
Aitana BonmatĂÂ x Royal!Reader
Summary: You come home after a meeting
"Sorry," You laughed," This must be a pretty elaborate joke."
But no one at the table was laughing and your own petered off uncertainly.
"No, I'm serious. Who's pulling this prank?"
You glanced between your father and your brother but neither of them had a hint of a smile on their faces.
"I understand that this might come as a surprise-"
"A surprise?! You're not telling me you're actually serious."
"Y/n," Your brother said," I know that this isn't what you expected-"
You stood up, hands slamming onto the table. "No! You can't be serious. I wasn't even born second in line. Are you crazy? This is breaking, like, years of tradition!"
"As the reigning king, I'm well within my rights to-"
"Just because you can doesn't mean you should!"
"It's already been decided," Your father cut in, holding your gaze unwaveringly," William does not wish to be King and does not wish to for his children to feel the same pressure. Harry has already made his own thoughts on the moment known. It falls-"
"If you say it falls to me, I swear to god-"
"As my only other child, you are next in line."
"Do you understand how crazy you sound? Skipping over two perfectly good lines of succession to instate your youngest child as heir?! What will the media-"
"The media has no say in family decisions," Your father said," Don't think of them. Is it truly this bad for you? That you cannot see a world where you sit on the throne?"
You pursed your lips, glancing away from your father to your brother. "This is truly what you want? William, you and Kate are beloved-"
"I want what's best for my family, I hope you can understand that."
You narrowed your eyes at your brother, poking your finger into his chest. "You so owe me for this," You told him," Big time."
He grinned. "So that's a yes?"
You rolled your eyes. "Well," You said," I always did look better with a crown than the rest of you."
It was only on the flight home that you'd realised just what you agreed to, though to use the word agree would probably be wrong. Your agreement didn't matter much at all actually. With or without your consent, it would have happened.
Something that you realised with startling clarity the moment you stepped through the front door.
The decision had been made.
Now all you needed to do was tell your wife.
"Well, hello, Rufus," You cooed as your nine week old Corgi came bounding towards you," Were you good for your Mami? I think you were!"
"The girls are training were all spoiling him," Aitana said, hip leaning against the wall and arms crossed over her chest," You're home late."
"Meeting ran over," You replied, looping your arms around Aitana's waist to pull her closer," I missed you though."
"I know," She said," You only sent me twenty-thousand messages telling me."
"Don't be stupid," You said," It was at least thirty-thousand."
Aitana rolled her eyes, dropping a soft kiss to your lips.
"Well your son kept me very good company."
"Our son," You corrected, leaning down to pick up the happy Rufus so he could join in," Like I knew he would. He's a good boy."
"Well that good boy took over your side of the bed so you might not be getting it back."
"That's okay. There's a perfectly nice bed at Buckingham Palace waiting for us."
"A bed in which Rufus will sleep in," Aitana insisted and you rolled your eyes, lifting up your wiggling puppy to eye height.
"You win this round, Mr, but don't go around thinking that you're stealing my wife and my side of the bed."
Rufus licked your nose.
"Yeah, I love you too."
"Me or the dog?"
"Both?"
"Good."
It isn't until early evening that you get the chance to tell Aitana about your meeting, when you're curled up in bed together and her head is pillowed on your chest.
"William has withdrawn himself and his children from the line of succession," You said, voice low like it was something secret you were telling her," And Harry's already done the same."
"I don't understand," Aitana said, drawing a soft pattern on your stomach with her finger," What does that mean for us?"
Your muscles tensed under her touch and you had to remind yourself to breath.
"Well, with my brothers and their lines are out," You replied," I mean, technically, it falls-"
"To you," Aitana said," You're next in line."
"I can always abdicate," You explained," I won't take the crown if you don't want me to. I can always-"
You didn't get to finish your thought because Aitana surged forward to plant a kiss on your lips.
"I think," She said," You would look very good in a crown."
"Yeah? I mean, you'd get a crown too."
"Shh," Aitana said, grinning as kisses were given lower and lower," Let's focus on you first."
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Triple Shot Theft
Trying to nab himself a sweet treat, Liam finds himself growing into the behemoth whose order he stole.
Shorter story! Petty thief to meathead bodybuilder, hope you enjoy this slightly more succinct story! -Occam
The coffee was in his sights. Liam just needs to wait for a moment when the mobile order counter was unattended andddd- There. Heâs already out the door and headed down the street with enough caffeine to get him through his morning. I mean heâs not proud of his little act of delinquency, but itâs not like anyoneâs suffering right? The coffee shop has unlimited resources, they'll make whatever poor schmuck whose drink he just nabbed a new one.Â
Speaking of, now that heâs home free itâs well time for the first sip. Liam briefly checks the name on the cup, Elijah. âWell Eli, cheers to you. Bottoms up-â Raising the steaming togo cup to his lips Liam prepares for the ritual first burning sip. Not checking the label as he wants to be surprised by whatever hides underneath the lid. As soon as the drink touches his tongue it is revealed to be quite the unpleasant one as he rears back from the scalding drink and grimaces.
Totally unrelated from the boiling heat, the taste was the single most bitter thing heâs ever experienced before in his life. Sticking his burned tongue out before whispering a complaint he checks the label, âJesus Christ dude!? What the fuck did your order?â Taking no time to analyze his criticism of a man who is by all intents his victim, his eyes grow wide as he sees the drink is a Black Dead Eye, that is drip coffee with three shots.Â
He feels his heart flutter as he thinks about the amount of caffeine he now holds in his hand and plans how he is going to ration it out so he doesnât completely overload himself. His mind briefly tries to picture the type of man to order this, though before a clear thought could be produced he shrugs and takes another sip. Couldâve at least had some syrup in there guy. Still taking a strained sip, an idea unfamiliar fills his mind, âpsh as if Iâm gonna drink some empty calories to start my day.âÂ
Eliamâs eye twitches as he scrunches his face, presumably from the bitterness and grunts, âugh, I hate-â Feeling a frog in his throat he clears it a few times in short succession. âMan, this drink sucks.â His brow immediately furrows as he hears his voice almost sounds deeper to his ears? Eliam eyes the drink for half a second before shrugging and assuming he must be coming down with a cold. Something within his subconscious questions how that will affect his time at work? No, not work, something else. Something close though, his arm rises in a right angle and he tilts his head as the thin limb tries to flex, immediately confused as to why he just did that, after a pause he reconsiders. Why does his bicep look so puny?
Uncomfortable with his bicep barely manipulating the sleeve of his shirt he considers, âMaybe I should start hitting up the gym?â Eliam scratches at his chest and frowns as he feels truly no muscle definition hiding under his T-shirt. His head buzzes with foreign emotion and instinct as the general apathy he has for his body and appearance is rapidly being replaced with disdain nearing disgust. He grunts and keels over as static, burning pins and needles, begins to overwhelm his senses. In the process he nearly spills his coffee which hits him with far more anxiety than losing a drink you didn't even pay for should.
His mouth is cold and dry as he stares at his nearly lost midnight dark drink and, even greater than the bizarre numbness and strange sensations contorting his body, he feels an urge, a need, to drink. Lips puckering as they strain to get closer to the cup as he brings it to his mouth, his legs give out and he falls back against a shop window. Passersby sneer at him as doggedly sits on the sidewalk and raises the cup completely upside down and lets it pour into his wanting mouth. His throat struggles to keep up as something besides himself, something with a will stronger than his own, forces him to down the burning drink in one go.
Mission accomplished, he gasps for air and wipes the few drops of coffee that landed outside of his mouth off his face before sucking them off his stained finger. When a businessman looks down at him with an eyebrow raised Eliamh feels a burning in his chest at the challenge. His jaw clenches and every muscle burns with the desire to show the pen pusher whatâs up, dude doesnât even know what the grind is! Eliamhâs eye twitches and he clenches at his gut as for the first time in his life it seems to be straining his intentionally baggy shirt.
The pettiest thief struggles to stand, using the wall for support as his legs suddenly struggle to carry his body. All the while making embarrassing grunts. He begins burping loudly as his stomach tries to get him to reject the drink in the only way it can. He feels more bloated with every labored breath and heavy movement, his midriff now exposes his thin treasure trail as his arms begin to fill the sleeves of his wrinkled button up. In between burps and groans he just gets out in his now decidedly duller voice, âWhuh- what was in that cup-âÂ
Usually happy to hide, Eliamh feels a rising need to challenge every man in sight, realizing something is beginning to overwrite his usual instincts, his rational ideas. As his pants begin to strain, thighs and ass bulging larger, Eliamh realizes that no matter his new desire to post up he needs to wait out whatever, uh, food poisoning this is. Stumbling into the storefront heâs thus far used as a stabilizer he groans out to the clerk, hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud burp, âBurmgh- I, ugh. Need yer restroom, dude.â Mouth curling into a frown at the clearly unwell man the cashier just points to the room at the back and Eliamh quickly stumbles through the door and locks it behind him.
Panting, Eliamh falls to the floor. Sweating through his clothes he leaves a trail on the door as he slides against it. Unconcerned with the filth of being on a bathroom floor his mind screams as his body begins to expand in every direction. Fabric tears as his bloated gut redistributes itself across his whole form. His arms that only recently bulged with any weight at all suddenly rip entirely through his shirt. Veiny biceps tear through, bursting larger than his thighs before his forearms race to match. His hands grow rough with callouses as he tears at his clothes as they begin to suffocate him.
Elijamâs shoulders pecs are initially inhibited by the clothes barely hanging in there. As soon as they give way and his torso is freed to the air do they begin their transformation outright. Drool pouring from his mouth as his mind flitters between the horror of becoming something anathema to himself while at the same time rapidly recognizing the arms as the powerful weapons he has honed for years now. Initially absent, the muscle on his chest pointedly makes up for the years spent abandoned. Pumping larger as his lungs expands and his chest widens to match shoulders that thicken to be shoulderpads, his pecs begin to become unseemly. Weighty enough that his current legs could never support them, his pecs surge to a size where the idea that he could ever be anything but a diligent bodybuilder is foolish.
His rougher hands trail down his sweaty, impossibly large chest and find that there are now swaths of his body where his bulging biceps and dense pecs collide that he simply can no longer touch. Moving down to feel abs as they push themselves out of his lower torso like cobblestones, his grunts and burps turn to deep moans as he bathes in the pleasure of becoming Elijah. Finally reaching low enough to free his package as it begins to fill his constricting pants, Elijah palms his balls as they begin to fill his body with hormones that make his boorish mindset make far more sense.Â
Outside in the store the clerk contemplates calling the authorities as the deep moans echoing from the bathroom begin to scare off customers. Back in the restroom the bodybuilders thighs expand to truly the size of tree trunks as they lengthen along the cold tile. Immediately do they tear his pants as it becomes clear that heâll never take a step without his massive legs rubbing against each other. Itâs a wonder his package has any room at all to be as large as it is given the real estate taken up by his massive lower body. In no time at all the sweaty behemoth finds himself filling the small room with his musk which only heightens his heady delight.
His eyes cross as the few shreds of Liam that remained ingrained in his psyche through it all begin to give up the ghost. His balls pulse as the paltry aspects drain from his mind and every inch of him fully shifts to that of Elijah. Memories of countless hours spent underneath the bench press bar, tracking protein consumption, comparing his form with other massive titans. At the very same moment do loads begin to fly. Shooting high enough to grace the ceiling, his spunk stains the wall behind him like splatters on a canvas. His impossible changes took less than a minute but in his ecstasy he feels each and every one of Elijahâs memories soar to fill his mind.
Stumbling to his thick soled feet Elijah scratches his head as he tries to think how heâll leave this store with nothing to cover his titanic form. The cogs of his mind turn slow enough that it seems like he can barely produce a thought at all. He grabs toilet paper to start to clean the mess made, but only ends up smearing it against the walls. Suddenly he laughs a dull guffaw as he remembers he lives nearby, just needs to run through the store and heâs home free. Heâs sure the customers wonât mind seeing him in the buff, he thinks as he smirks at his peaking bicep.Â
His cock stirs again as he wonders when he got this pump in. Knowing he doesnât have time for another session right now he covers his impressive package with his torn clothes and sprints through the lobby, the clerk doesnât have time to finish his name before heâs exited the storefront and begun to sprint homewards. Pushing through any man who doesnât quite move out of the way in time, Elijah hits himself in the head as he realizes he needs to apologize to his bro for stealing his coffee this morning. Just as soon does the thought fade with another slow witted guffaw. Heâs sure Elijah wonât mind, heâd probably do the same even. After all, theyâve got a lot in common.
#male tf#mental change#masculinization#muscle tf#jockification#dumber#personality change#male transformation
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Stan and Ford, maybe a year after initially setting off on the Stan o' War II, come into harbor to meet up with the kids. They confess, in the interest of family honesty, that they... haven't been doing so well. They love each other, they get along fine, but both of them have emotions, memories, and reactions they can't control. Worst of all, neither of them have any idea how to fix it.
Mabel, who is a proud attendee of therapy (but also understands it would take an act of the Axolotl to get her Grunkles to a therapist), suggests an exercise: writing out their feelings. In other words, journaling. It's a bit ironic, but she thinks they should give it a try. Never ones to say no to their grand-niece, Stan and Ford agree to give it a shot.
Ford finds himself falling into familiar rhythms, and not in a bad way: in between passages on mystical sea creatures and oceanic weather phenomenons, he sketches out faltering descriptions of his feelings. When he has his recurring nightmare of still being trapped within the Fearamid, stuck eternally as Bill's puppet, he draws the scene upon waking and rips up the paper as a sort of emotional release. He does those zentangle doodles too, when Stan is driving the boat and Ford just needs a quiet moment on the bow deck.
Stan... he struggles a little more. He's never been much a writer, and he's certainly never been good at being vulnerable. He can't imagine journaling like his brother--- it just seems too cheesy and too emotional. Instead--- he writes a pretend self-help book. It's stupid excuse to get his feelings out on paper, but it works. Using his many, many terrible life experiences, he pretends to be reaching out to a kid like him--- alone, helpless, planless--- and tells them all sorts of advice he wishes he had. To pretend there's a young Stan he's trying to save by processing his own nightmares and thoughts--- it gives him a sort of bittersweet hope. Stan always thought "self-help" books were a delicious sort of scam (God knows none of them actually helped him), but when Ford accidentally reads it (they really shouldn't have gotten matching notebooks), he's both incredibly impressed by Stan's writing ability, and emotionally wrecked.
It takes a while, but Ford convinces Stan to actually publish the thing. Stan uses a pseudonym (he is, technically, still dead), and changes some of the details (some of those crime lords are still alive, somehow), but he does publish it. As far as self-help books go, it's coarse, crude, and at points a bit gross in its storytelling--- it's also raw, vulnerable, and filled, in places, with some really good advice. When Stan sees some of the reviews explaining how the book helped readers--- maybe even saved them--- he chokes up. For the first time, he's really, actually successful. And now that he is, he doesn't even care about the money--- he's just glad to know there's a kid out there like him that might be able to have a better life, make better choices. If he couldn't find happiness until his 60s, at least someone else will have a chance.
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Eddie can never move again.
Or at least, he canât move for a while. Heâs been chosen.
Steve has fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie figures itâs like when a cat chooses your lap to nap on: you simply donât move until either it canât be helped or the cat gets up, whichever comes first.
(Eddie tries not to imagine Steve curled up in his lap, instead of just resting on his shoulder. He is marginally successful.)
Itâs not really that Eddie is that much of a soft touch (so he likes to think), itâs just that he knows Steve has been running himself ragged lately â heâs been picking up extra shifts and odd jobs in between, trying to save up enough to move out of his parentsâ house; heâs been running errands for Claudia while her carâs been in the shop this week; heâs still trying to keep up with the gremlin horde, even if they donât need rides quite as often these days; and Eddieâs pretty sure he hasnât been sleeping (theyâre creeping up on November; a lot of their party members arenât sleeping well).
The bags beneath Steveâs eyes are big enough to have their own area code, is all Eddieâs saying, so when heâd noticed Steve nodding and listing a little into Eddieâs side, heâd stayed quiet. Heâd stayed quiet when Steveâs head had rested lightly on his shoulder, and had been quiet still when Steve had grown heavier and heavier until he was practically draped over Eddie, head nestled firmly into the crook of Eddieâs neck.
Eddie isnât going to say a damn thing, and he sure as hell isnât going to move.
Heâs been chosen.
(Never mind that itâs just the two of them watching a movie and there is literally no one else for Steve to fall asleep on. That isnât the point.)
The only thing is, Eddieâs arm is sort of sandwiched between them, and itâs sort of starting to go numb, and Eddieâs a little worried about the prolonged lack of blood flow. He needs both hands to play the guitar, so he canât really afford to lose one, is all, so he tries to gently, ever-so-gently, extract his arm from between them.
This works like crap, of course, Steve is a ridiculously light sleeper and Eddie knows this, and heâs stirring against Eddieâs side with a grumble before Eddie can even work the feeling back into his hand.
âNope,â Eddie murmurs, wrapping his arm around Steveâs back and pulling him closer. âNope, no, goooo back to sleep.â
He runs his hand gently up and down Steveâs side and, miraculously, this does work. Steve settles, curled even further into Eddieâs side than before, and Eddie sighs. He lets his hand come to rest on Steveâs waist, but keeps stroking with his thumb, just in case.
(Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he and Steve are now essentially cuddling. He is entirely unsuccessful.)
Things are peaceful for a while longer, and theyâve nearly reached the climax of the movie when Steve stirs again.
It isnât the sort of sleepy stirring that would suggest Steve is waking on his own (Eddieâs seen that, on the occasions he and Steve have spent the night together, just sharing space to fight off the darkness. Eddieâs seen Steve wake on his own, and this isnât that), this is more the kind of restless movement that suggests something less than peaceful is going on in Steveâs mind.
A little furrow appears between his brows, and a little frown pulls at his lips, and Eddie did not go to all of the trouble of not waking him earlier only for a nightmare to get him now, so he takes his hand off of Steveâs waist and moves it up, carefully carding it into Steveâs hair.
He rubs his fingers against Steveâs scalp, scratching a little, almost petting, and for a moment Steve only grows more restless, leaving Eddie to wonder if heâs just fucked up, but then â Steve nearly collapses into Eddieâs side. Complete dead weight, boneless as a chicken strip.
He hums deep in his chest, clearly pleased (a little like a purring cat, Eddieâs brain unhelpfully provides), so Eddie keeps it up.
In fact, he does it well enough that Steve is still dead asleep by the time the movie ends. And Eddie could wake him, offer to let him stay the night, and hope he can get back to sleep after they relocate somewhere more comfortable, orâ
Or he can stop the movie and give in to his heavy eyes and fall asleep sitting curled around Steve.
Which is exactly what he does.
(And when they both wake later, bathed in the blue glow of the stopped VHS tape, completely sore from sleeping all crumpled up like idiots, Steve insists itâs the best heâs slept in ages. He looks at Eddie and saysâquietly, almost uncertain, almost like heâs saying moreâthat they should do it more often.
Eddie agrees.)
[Prompt: Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder]
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddiesteve#stranger things#something soft and silly after last week's angst#solar wrote
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let's go, don't wait | part three




the end, y'all. thanks for waiting a year and some change for this. there are scenes in here that've been planned since april of 2023.
inspired by this prompt by @edsforehead series masterlist chapter summary: after two and a half successful dates, eddie's feeling pretty sure about your connection. but skeletons from his past rear their heads from the deep end, and some of your old wounds need some healing. fluff/angst/comfort. also, beach episode. cw: 18+ pls. smut (p in v, oral both receiving, blah blah blah). not full body mention but some insecurity for reader. reader does wear eddie's clothes but they're sleep clothes. miscommunication. some mild drinking and smoking.

Eddie stands tall on the diving block above the pool, looking down at his legs covered in hair, seeing the end of one of his tattoos peek out from the bottom of his trunks. He wiggles his toes, running a hand through his long hair. No longer eight, but thirty-two, standing on the diving block while the tinny metallic sounds of the YMCA pool echo around him. The chlorine and subtle must of the room wafts through him, over him, the sounds of the water moving while his swim lesson classmates slowly kick their legs back and forth plays in his ears. But itâs not his classmates from the 90s. Itâs his friends now; Gareth, Jeff, Steve, Robin, Alycia, Tati, Nance, Dustin, Lucas â the rest. Theyâre all watching him get ready to dive. Some look impatient, some look annoyed, some look curious at what heâll do next.
âYou can do it, kid!â Eddie hears Wayneâs gruff voice call from the seating overhead, âYou can do it!â He turns to see Wayne in his old Carhart jacket, at least ten years older than Eddie is and with not one thread out of place. Ed smiles and waves at him, a shot of confidence pumping through his chest at the sight of his uncleâs worn and weathered smile. But there you are behind him and his confidence wavers. You smile shyly from your seat on the bench, waving small from your chest. Eddie blushes pink when he sees you sitting there, he doesnât wanna belly flop if youâre watching. âH-hi,â he calls out, waving back with an awkward toss of his arm. Your mouth says âHi.â back but he canât hear you; the echoes of the pool becoming too loud for whatever youâre starting to say to him.
âWhat?â he calls out again, cupping his ear. His best friend classmates kick their legs faster, a rush of splashes drowning you out. âYou can do it!â he finally hears you encourage alongside Wayne, âShow me you can do it!âÂ
At the sound of the whistle he turns his attention back to the water, seeing Miss Tiffanyâs bright red swimsuit straps on her shoulders. But Miss Tiffanyâs head has been replaced; Chrissy stares back at him treading water with the whistle between her teeth. âReady, Freddie?â she asks, hand on the whistle again. Ice runs through him now, nerves, watching while Chrissy watches him. Suddenly he isnât sure what the position to dive is, where to put his hands, how deep he should bend his knees. Itâs been so long since heâs done this, since heâs had to prove himself like this in front of so many people â and now youâre watching too.Â
âUh-umâŚâ he stutters, shuffling awkwardly, âY-yeah one second.â âCâmon Ed,â Chrissy says from the water, âYouâre gonna get cold up there. Arenât your feet cold?â âWhat?â he asks from the block, another chill running through him. âAre you really not gonna dive, dude?â Steve asks from the edge of the pool, âIâll dive again if youâre not gonna dive.â âCâmon dude, just do it!â Gareth smiles, âSheâs watching!â âUhâŚâ he swallows hard, eyes darting from the water to the stands back to his feet on the white plastic of the block.Â
âEd,â Chrissy sighs, âSeriously? Donât be boring. People are watching.â âIâm not boring,â he bites back, âWe werenât boring.â âDo you think you can really do it? You couldnât do it for me,â Chrissy blows the whistle again, âEd just dive. God, just grow up.â Grow up⌠Eddie wakes up with a thumping heart; his throat tight with anxiety while he slowly turns onto his stomach. His room is still dark, the apartment a wash with silence with no light coming through the shades on his windows. Still night, still more time to dream. And you were there, you were watching. Watching him waste time on the block instead of showing you what he can do. Watching him fumble over himself in front of Chrissy who can only feel more annoyed. How much longer were you open to waiting for him to jump? Was it already getting boring? Is the fun part over? He swallows hard in real life, letting a breath out through his nose while he tries to calm himself back to sleep. Eddie reaches for his phone with a flailing search under the covers and pillows; finding it wrapped in his sheets by his hips. His brown eyes squint into the light when he clicks the screen awake; four in the morning. Your name shines back at him in his text notifications, you messaged him two hours ago â he hates that you have so much trouble getting to sleep some nights.Â
hey, i know youâre sleeping but i just wanted to let you know ahead of time that thereâs a wrench in our sexy plans this weekend. i just got my period so i donât think i can be very sexy. :( iâm sorry.
He doesnât mean to, but he lets out a disappointed sigh that heâs glad youâre not around to hear. Getting older doesnât mean the teenage boy in him that just wants to fuck isnât disappointed to hear that there wasnât going to be any fucking.Â
This weekend was supposed to be different â you finally had a weekend where you werenât on call for your boss. Eddie planned to spend every single moment of it in between your sheets so he could show you what heâd been thinking about since that first steamy phone call you had when you went to Arizona. And he knew you were thinking about it, too -- if your texts from last night had anything to say about it. Sending him Saweetieâs Back Seat on Spotify and Aaliyahâs Rock the Boat to give him an idea of where your headâs been since his own was between your legs.Â
But he could only imagine it for now, both of your schedules not lining up again â either being too tired or not having time to settle in at each otherâs places. Hiding away for a quick drink or two at the bar, kissing softly in the back where no one could see. Acting like two oversized kids who were trying to hide from their parents. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât spending his nights since Steveâs birthday playing the sound of your moans in his head over and over. Trying to remember the way your thighs quaked around his head, the way you gripped his hair, the way you tasted on his tongue. He can wait, he can totally wait.

Eddie wakes in the morning to the cool glow of a rainy day shining through his windows; feeling a giddy excitement reserved for 8th grade crushes on Valentineâs Day. Despite knowing that the weekend wonât be tossed in the throws of passion, he still spends at least forty five minutes in the bathroom, scooping body scrub out of Tatiâs old tub of it when she got bored with the scent. In this life where Eddie always got someone's leftovers and hand-me-downs, these are by far his favorite ones. His body is a new level of soft and smooth when he comes out, the closest shave of his face heâs ever gotten. As he spritzes his cologne, Tom Ford Ombre Leather, a gift from Steve, he looks himself over in the mirror before getting dressed. Two silver chains, small rings, a chain bracelet, skin nearly shimmering â tight black boxer briefs hugging his hips and upper thighs. He looks good. Hair waving perfectly, lips full and hydrated, lashes long and dark â heâd have a crush on him, too.Â
Eddie stretches a bit, tugging on a pair of black chinos, still jingling with a layered wallet chain he forgot to remove before he washed them. He tucks the remainder into his back pocket when he hears his phone let off a âding!â on top of his dresser. He ignores it for a second, rifling through his closet for his favorite cut off tee that fits him just right. In his search he comes by a half empty box of condoms, boyishly sneaking two into his wallet with a snicker -- just in case. Eddie grunts when the phone dings again, walking over to see your name up on the screen.Â
hey⌠His heart sinks, dream coming to reality â youâre gonna change your mind and say you donât wanna see him anymore. Youâre gonna tell him this was a mistake. Youâre gonna tell him you donât actually like him like that. Youâre gonna tell him you have a crush on Steve. Youâre gonna break his heart ten times over.
He lets out a breath or two to steady himself, fingers shaking while he texts you back.
whatâs going on? you gotta work or something?
He watches while the bubble pops up of you typing back â disappearing and reappearing like you donât know what to say. no, itâs not that. He sighs again, sweat forming on the back of his neck, heart thumping in his stomach. He never shouldâve fucking dove, he never shouldâve fucking kissed you outside the bar. He never shouldâve bought you that fucking throw for your livingroom. whatâs wrong?Â
He watches the bubble start up again, dot-dot-dot, disappearing and reappearing. you didnât respond to what i sent last night. i get it if you donât wanna come over anymore. He laughs, nervous release, running a hand over his face â heâs so fucking stupid. The release settles into guilt in his chest, you must be feeling as nervous as he is. He thinks about you waking up and seeing that he hadn't replied. Eddie chews on his lower lip while he types back.
oh no, no! iâm sorry. i saw your texts when i woke up in the middle of the night and forgot to respond. iâm not mad, you donât have to be sorry. i still wanna come over.
is it okay if we donât have sex? i just sort of feel like ass and like, tmi but itâs really heavy the first couple days why am i telling you this? wtf sorry
please stop being sorry, itâs okay if you want to just be by yourself thatâs fine but i really would love to still come over, is that alright? iâd love to take care of youÂ
ew, you donât need to take care of me
The speed that you send that makes him roll his eyes. He wonders if you know how clear it makes it that you want him so bad, how you're hoping he comes over and babies you the way you want him to.
i want to
đ gross, fine see you soon i guess key is behind the mailbox on the wall
He wastes no time getting in the Honda after he finishes getting dressed but a stir in his chest keeps him sitting in the driverâs seat while the car runs. As he holds the key to the ignition, Eddie takes pause. He swallows, a whisper of fear sitting in his heart â should he even like you this much? He knows you both said it, that you really like each other. But is this too much too fast? Is this too many cards on the table? He thinks to the dates before he met you where things fizzled out early. Maybe he should pull back a little, he doesnât want you to get bored. He doesnât want to be boring the way things started to feel boring with his ex-wife. He huffs, remembering his dream, Chrissyâs face in the water. Chrissyâs face while he helped her pack before she left. Chrissyâs face when she told him maybe they should start trying and he said maybe it was still too soon. Chrissyâs face when she told him sheâd think itâd be better if they got a divorce.
He pulls in his cheeks, heart sinking while he thinks ahead to a fake memory heâs already convincing himself will happen. Imagining the day you pull away when he tries to hold you, the day he sees you in the morning and his heart doesnât flutter. The day you tell him -- no matter how encouraging you'd been in the car, how interested you seemed in his life, how much you liked that he was so passionate about his friendships -- that he needed to grow up, too. What if he never grows up? What if he never dives again?Â
He lets out a breath that still slightly steams in front of him in the cold air of early spring, giving his face a once over in the rearview before the car whirs to life. Megadethâs Weâll Be Back jolts him back to the present moment, knowing that at least this weekend you really fucking like him and he really fucking likes you.Â

âHey Thumbelina,â he teases from the door frame of your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with his overnight bag dangling off his shoulder. Your apartment is small and cozy, the radiator in the corner hissing quietly while your light curtains flutter in the breeze of your slightly open window.
âHm?â you ask, looking up. Your sleepy face sends his heart hurtling, even more so when you make the connection of whose there â a smile breaking across your face. It makes his cheeks blush a boyish pink while he resists the urge to climb on top of you and smother your face in kisses. When you look at him and he looks at you, the fear he felt in the car feels like a false flag. The dream a reminder of hard feelings long past. When you're in front of him like this, nothing has ever felt more right in his whole life. He could get used to this.
âYouâre laying down in the middle of a leaf,â he says, forehead tilting toward the monstera leaf print of your duvet while walking forward to sit at the end of our bed. He reaches out to grab your fuzzy sock covered foot and gives it a squeeze, âLike Thumbelina.âÂ
You roll your eyes and laugh, turning to your other side and looking at him. Your perfume or body spray wafts through the room, mixed with the scent of dryer sheets from your freshly washed bedding. Itâs clear from the state of things that you spent most of your night last night making sure the place looked like it was never ever messy.Â
âYou look handsome,â you say softly, his blush reddens, âI feel ugly.âÂ
âYou donât look ugly. If you want, I can downgrade the âfit,â he offers, looking you over and smirking at your oversized menâs sweatpants and home-made cropped sleep shirt, âWant me to change? We can be twins.â You nod and laugh the way he likes, "Twins? You got a crop top in that bag?"
"Nah, I'm fresh out," he scrunches his nose, "It's at the cleaners."
"Lame," you shrug, "Well, m'sorry you gotta see me like this. I look like a troll."
âTrolls actually have a pretty high natural armour class so -- it's not the worst thing you can be,â he explains while opening his bag to grab his sleep clothes. "Oh, wow," you start, with a pitying voice, "You're like, really a nerd huh?" "They also can regenerate which like, for a monster of their type is pretty cool. Pretty great perception too -- which like, would make sense y'know considering their surroundings? Good for survival sk...I should stop," he turns pink when he sees your smile, lower lip tucking into your teeth to hold off a giggle. "I'm really cool," he says, "I swear." "I know," you nod with an assured look, laughing, "Go change."
He leans forward, running a hand over your back while he surveys your side tables. Eddie didnât think the movies always had it right about the 'time of the month', but the litter of candy wrappers, snacks, Advil, and three different drinks made him stand corrected. He presses a kiss by your ear, murmuring a quiet reminder that heâll be right back.
When he does, youâre back on your side, scrolling through videos on your phone, snuggled under the green throw blanket he bought you when you went on your Target date a few weeks ago. He apprehensively sits on the edge of the bed, watching you, teeth gleaming in a smile when you beckon him over with your hand. He molds to you expertly, knees curling in to tuck behind your own, arm snaking around your waist to pull your back to his chest.
âIs this okay?â he asks quietly. You nod, sinking into him while your body relaxes. He swallows when your body pushes back a little, your hips wiggling in a way that brushes against him just the right way â and heâs not wearing pants that can hide what that might do to him anymore. When you settle, he does too, taking you in. Your body heat, the way you feel against him, how you smell. You smell so fucking good. How do you manage to smell so fucking good all the time? He could eat you and never feel full. âWhatâre we watching?â he asks, chin resting on top of your head.Â
âThe scoopability of this weekâs slimes,â you laugh. He reaches over to push your hair slightly out of the way of his view. Your neck stretches when his fingertips graze it accidentally, a wave of goosebumps appearing on your arm in front of him. Your neck, huh? He thinks to himself, a subtle smirk flicking onto his lips. He knew from last time you had a spot, but learning the intricacies of you was even more exciting. Where did you really like to be touched? How did you like to be held? There was still so much more to learn, there was no chance he could ever get bored.
âWhat does that even mean?â
âThey make slimes, they scoop them, they rate the scoop,â you shrug, âIt doesnât get any more complicated than that.â
âUh, okayâŚcool,â he nods, itâs clear he has no idea what youâre talking about. He watches while the soothing music plays, an ice cream scoop goes through multiple multi-colored and different textured âslimesâ with a rating â1/10â flashing on the top of the screen. Some are smooth, some crunchy, some full of weird little add ons that he doesnât understand. You play one video after another on your phone, thumbing through them on Tiktok like this is a regular pastime for you.
âThis is actually kind of nice,â he says after the third clip, âSoothing.â
âRight?â you reply, âI think this account is my favorite, but, Iâm never really paying attention to whose videos they are â just that theyâre pretty.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees, hand slowly caressing the dip of your waist, âBut also like, wouldnât all those little glitters and stuff get stuck in your teeth?â
You pause, putting your phone down and turning your head to him slowly. He lets his hand slide further over your diaphragm while you turn to face him, your face contorted in confusion â you almost look concerned.
âIâm sorryâŚâ you start with a furrowed brow, âDid you think they were edible?âÂ
âAre -- wait -- are they not?â he asks, genuinely bewildered. âItâs slimeâŚâ âOkay, well half of them have food names,â he shrugs, embarrassment building on his cheeks as he tries to explain, âLike, âmango peach slushieâ, how am I supposed to think itâs not..that?â
âItâs not food,â you laugh, âOh god, youâre so lucky youâre hot.â He gives you a little shove, laughing with you while you turn your whole body towards him under the blanket. Chest to chest. He breathes you in delicately, eyes coasting over your face in soft and sweet admiration.
âItâs sort of like silly putty.â âOh, like, to play with,â he nods in understanding, noses nearly brushing when he peers into your eyes, "I'm really 0 for 2 today." âDonât be embarrassed, itâs an easy mistake," your voice a calming rasp, pushing some hair out of his face,
Your fingers feel so soft against him that he shuts his eyes, trying as much as he can to savor the feeling of being so close to you. Finally a moment where he can hold you as close as he wants, kiss you as deep as he needs to, and thereâs no bartender or bystander around to make either of you feel weird about it.
âI like that Iâm here with you,â he says contentedly, âThis is really nice.âÂ
âI like that youâre here with me, too,â you grin. His hand comes up from its place on your waist to slide to the back of your neck, thumb running back and forth slowly over the edge of your jaw. Eddie falters a bit when you relax into his touch, moving in closer to him. One of your legs hikes up, your plush thigh resting over his hip â he holds back a groan as you wrap yourself around him.
âComfy?â he asks. His voice is gruff with the stretch of wrapping himself around you in return, nose tip to tip with yours.
You nod, hiding your face in his neck while he lays a short row of kisses by your ear where he can reach, âGood.â
You lay together like that for a couple of minutes in the cool dark of your room, semi-sheer curtains drawn on this cloudy day so you donât feel so bad about not going outside.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks into the quiet, âPlease?â
âYou can kiss me,â you nod with a giggle, âAlways." Always.
As he leans in, lips ghosting against yours as a precursor for a deep needy kiss, Eddieâs phone buzzes and he turns to your snack-ridden side table to check it. An unknown number glows back at him up at the top of the screen, âAh, shit...â
âWhatâs up?â you ask, pushing up on your arms to stretch out your back and sternum. He smiles at you while he gets up from off your bed.
âI ordered Indian food. You said youâre a saag paneer girl, right?â he asks with a tilt of his head before heading out of your room to the front door.Â

You lay there with full bellies, clicking through to soulDecisionâs Faded music video on your journey of âWeirdo Hits from the 90s/2000sâ. Back in your snuggling positions, he can tell you feel safe with him, your eyelids heavy while your head lays on his chest. âI canât believe I knew every word to this song,â you mumble, âI was like seven.âÂ
âLiquid Dreams is worse,â he barters, fingers running over the side of your head, just above your ear.
âOh my god,â you laugh, âI forgot about Liquid Dreams. Thatâs next.âÂ
You get through LFO and O-Townâs top hits, settling on Samantha Mumbaâs âGotta Tell You Tonightâ which bleeds into Mandy Mooreâs âCandyâ.
âOh wow,â Eddie huffs a laugh, âChris did this with her best friends for the talent show when we were super little. I think thatâs when I started having a crush on her.âÂ
He feels your head tilt up to look at him and he looks down, âWhoâs Chris?âÂ
âOh,â he says, his chest deflates, âMy um, thatâs my ex-wife. Chrissy.âÂ
âOh yeah, you said,â you nod, leaning up on your elbows. You flop to your stomach and stare up at him, the pad of his finger coming up to lazily tap you on the nose.
âI know you said things were like, okay â but do you guys still talk at all?â you ask, head dipping with an devilish smirk, âOr do we hate her? Whatâs the gossip?âÂ
Eddie lets out a hiss of a laugh, running his fingers through his hair from the temples upward, shaking his head, âOh no, I donât think I could ever hate her.â
âItâs not like she did anything wrong,â he explains, brows knitting together while he thinks about how to explain it, âWe just wanted really different things. She really wanted to settle down and like, yâknow, nest. She wanted to be a mom so bad and I wasnât ready for that. I wasnât ready for a lot of things she wanted. In a way, we just sort of outgrew each other â but yâknow, sometimes that happens.âÂ
âItâs funny,â he says with a slight smile, licking his lips, âI was so nervous about being on the apps thinking I was gonna see her profile â forgot sheâs fully engaged. Like, Iâve met the guy.â
âEngaged?â you ask with your brows raised, âScandalous. When did you guys divorce?â
âPfff, hmm,â he thinks, puffing a breath of air from his cheeks, âWe broke up and separated in September of 2020, divorce was filed â hmm, I think officially in January 2021? It was such a blur I can barely remember, we count our divorce as September at least.âÂ
âAnd when did she get engaged? Or meet this guy? Is he cool? Or is he like â lame?â you ask, rapid fire.
âIs this a soap opera to you?â he laughs.Â
âItâs your lore,â you say, flipping onto your back, âAnd letâs be real, your lore is kind of soap opera-y.â
âWhat about your tragic lore, hm?â he presses, âWhen am I gonna get some of that?â
âWeâll get there one day,â you say with a tilt of your head, lips tucking in breifly. You welcome his arms when they circle around you, his weight shifting as he mimics your cuddling from before. His thigh slings over your hips, wrapping around you like a koala while his lips press against your cheek.Â
âItâs gonna be hot next weekend,â he says, nose nuzzling at your temple, âSteve wants to get the crew together to go to the beach. Do you wanna come?âÂ
Your eyes flutter closed but you nod just the same. âGood,â he smirks, voice dropping to something a little husky, âYou can wear that little red suit for me.âÂ
âEw,â you let out before you can stop it, your giggles shaking you in his arms, âPerv.â âYeah?â he smirks, leaning in to kiss just under your ear, âEven though you sent me all those pictures?â
Your eyes shut when he kisses you there, a tiny gasp leaving your lips when he does it a second time. His tongue flicks out, tip of it drawing a thin line from the top of your neck to the hinge of your jaw.
âEd, I donât wanna have sex,â you pout.
âI know,â he smiles into your cheek, âI just like teasinâ you.âÂ
âWell donât,â you pout, gently shoving his face away from your cheek in faux frustration, âSo unfair.â
You ease up onto your side, leaning over back to your laptop to scroll through the recommended music videos until you land on Savage Gardenâs Crash and Burn. âOh, fuck me,â he laughs, âI donât think Iâve heard this song since 1999.â âThe music video used to freak me out when I was little,â you settle back into him when it starts and he welcomes the weight of you against him. âYeah itâs kind of freaky for a kid,â he nods, arm wrapping around you while darkness begins to find home in your bedroom, âI mean look how fucking blue this guys eyes are â terrifying.â The sound of your laugh bubbles like the girls at Forest Hills used to sound in the summer. The room starts to darken as the sun goes down, leaving you both in a glow of your laptop screen. âYou know, we could watch these in the living room on the TV,â you laugh, sitting up. Eddie pouts when you shift out of his hold, pulling you back down into him. âYeah, but I like this,â he mumbles, âI wanna hold you like this.â âOkay,â you snort, flipping back to your side to face him, âBut you never told me about the guy she ended up with. Is he cool? Is he weird? Does he suck? When did she meet him?â
âYouâre so annoying,â he teases with a shake of his head.
âSo cute though, unfortunately,â you shrug, âSo you have to tell me.âÂ
âItâs true, youâre so cute,â he nods, leaning in to offer you a soft kiss on your lips and forehead, âI guess Iâll tell you.â Â
âShe met Derek I think â errr â six months after we separated? One of those, âwhen you know, you knowâ type of things â she even called to ask if it was okay if she went on a date with him.â âThatâs kind of fucked up, rubbing salt in the wound,â you shrug.Â
âNo,â he shakes his head again, sitting up with his back against the wall, âYou donât know her, so like â it sounds fucked up, but she just wanted to be courteous about it. Didnât want me finding out through the grapevine or whatever. Anyway, they got engaged last May.â âIs he a tool?â you ask again, face scrunching like you might already know.
âNo, heâs â heâs very much her kind of guy now that I think about it,â he laughs, âThey live in Denver now I think, used to be Chicago, super outdoorsy. He cycles professionally, I think â works in tech. Sheâs running a yoga studio out there while she gets her masters.â âIn what?âÂ
âArt therapy,â he recounts softly, a gentleness in his tone, âSheâs a really gifted painter, it helped her through a lot of shit. Got her undergrad in psych so â sheâs always wanted to get her license. Sheâs just really meant to make people feel good about themselves and help them, Iâm happy for her.â
âOkay, so sheâs Mother Theresa,â you joke, âCanât relate.âÂ
âMother Theresa if you put some strawberry blonde hair on her and made her a cheerleader,â he laughs, pulling out his phone. He pulls up a few photos, one from prom, a few from after shows, one from early Covid, âThis is her.âÂ
âOh, wowâŚâ you say wistfully, the glow of the screen lighting up your face. Chrissyâs face and body reflecting back in your eyes like a mirror, âSheâs gorgeous.âÂ
âYeah, canât believe she was obsessed with a dork like me,â he teases himself, putting his phone back in his pocket, âI couldnât believe I pulled someone like that â still canât.âÂ
âHm,â you nod. The room creeps darker with the laptop screen blanking out to sleep. If Eddie was really listening, he wouldâve heard the tinge of something aching in your response.
âDo you um,â you start meekly, hesitating for a moment, â...do you still love her?âÂ
Eddieâs quiet, leaning to his side to turn one of your side table lamps on.Â
âIâll always love her,â he nods with a shrug, running his hands through his hair to make a makeshift ponytail before letting it go again, âSheâll always love me. But like, not in the way that we did when we were younger. Weâll just always have love for each other, I think.âÂ
âYeah, cool,â you mumble, taking out your phone, âThatâs a cool way to look at it.âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie grins, reaching out to put a hand on your head. You move out of his touch, leaning forward to wake your laptop back up to let the next music video auto-play. Fat Joeâs Whatâs Luv ft. Ashanti popping onto the screen. You both watch for a bit, still half on your phone and half keeping your eye on the screen. Eddie sees you open and close your texts, your thumbs typing rapidly before quickly closing the app again.Â
âItâs so weird how many people were so vocal about how much they donât go down on women,â you huff at the screen, âLike, thatâs not something to brag about guys.âÂ
âYeah,â Eddie chuckles, âWhat is it you said before? Oh yeah â canât relate.âÂ
You still donât turn back to face him, but he sees you nod and let out a breath, âThatâs true.â Â
He slides himself back down on the bed, getting close to you in the way he was before, molding to your body with an arm around your waist. The soft lingering scent of your perfume still on your skin when he presses his face into the crook of your neck â but itâs not there for long. The bed shifts as you get up, stretching again, enough for your shirt to right up to see the underside of your breasts. A blush kicks up in his cheeks.Â
âDinner and a show?â he quirks, âDonât spoil me, sweetheart.â
âSorry,â you squeak out at the end of a yawn, covering your chest, âIâll be right back.âÂ
Eddieâs lips tug into a small frown when you make your way out of the room, surprised that you didnât have a joke to throw back at him. He likes how easy it is to back and forth with you, he doesnât think he knows anyone whoâs as quick as him â not the way you are. He likes that you keep him on his toes like that.Â
He checks his phone again in your absence, shooting his group chat with Tatianna and Gare with a regular check in. They left early this morning for a two week long trip to Aruba and heâs kept his phone on the loudest setting possible so he can be ready when he gets âthe callâ. Theyâll come back as fiancĂŠs, but the only person who doesnât know that is Tatianna.Â
When you come back thereâs a grimace on your face, âUmâŚlook, Iâm sorry but ââÂ
âAre you okay?â Eddieâs heart sinks.Â
âNo, eh, yeah but, I um â I just really donât feel good,â you confess.Â
âCan I get you something? You want some tea? Or I can run out and get ginger ale or ââ
âNo Ed, no I umâŚâ you let out another long breath, âI think you should go.âÂ
âG-go?â he asks, sitting up straight on the bed, âLike, go home?âÂ
He watches you look him over, your shoulders sulking, âYeah Eddie, you should go home.âÂ
âOhâŚâ he thinks for a minute before standing up, âIs itâŚdid I do something?âÂ
âNo, I just really donât feel well,â you repeat, âI just want to go to bed.âÂ
âOkay, well, I canâŚI can go to bed, too,â he tries to bargain, âI can sleep on the couch if you â if you want the bed to yourself. I get it.âÂ
âJust go home,â you say with finality, not mean, not a yell â you just mean it, âPlease.âÂ
âUm, alright,â his voice is drenched in confusion, brows furrowing while he packs up his overnight bag in the corner, âYâknow if I â If I fucked up you can just say something.âÂ
âYou didnât fuck up I just,â you deflate, crossing your arms protectively against your chest, âI wanna be alone.âÂ
âI understand,â he murmurs, heart thumping in his chest, sending disappointment coursing through him. He slings the bag over his shoulder, not even bothering to put on his jacket or change. Cautiously, he approaches you, looking into your eyes trying to find the answer as to why you're telling him to leave.
"Uh, I'll uh, I'll see you soon?" he asks hopefully.
"Yeah, maybe," you nod, avoiding his stare. He can hear the beginning of a cry starting in your throat.
"Can I kiss you goodbye?"
"Uh, yeah, fine."
Eddie leans in, cupping your cheek to kiss you but you barely kiss him back. Lips like rubber even as he pulls away.
It feels like he belly flopped. His eyes start to sting when you walk past him, crawling into your bed and pulling your computer onto your lap.
"Get home safe," you mumble out. "Thanks," he whispers, giving you a half hearted wave before heading out the door.
I donât want to Miss Tiffany...Swimming sucks.

Eddie gets in the Honda and sits there for a moment in the dark, feeling his jaw tighten and his nose tingle. He rolls his shoulders, sniffling, trying to calm down but the feelings over take him, both hands coming down hard on his steering wheel.
"FUCK!" he shouts, smacking it again with a pained growl, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
He feels sick knowing that you slipped through his fingers just as quickly as you fell into them. He should've seen this coming, he should've taken the dream from last night as prophecy. What's the point of making it to level 3 if you'll never make it to level 4? What's the point of diving if you're not watching? If he's gonna belly flop anyway? Eddie's breath comes in shudders, tears spilling over his dark lashes onto his cheeks. You're only about 30 feet away still, he can always just go back to your door. He can fix it like he did on your first date, he can just get out, he can do something.
Grow up...
The unease from his dream blooms black in his chest, Eddie looks at your bedroom window and watches the light snuff out through the curtains. His chest deflates, shoulders rounding while he turns the key in the ingition, car revving on, seatbelt light blinking while the 'ding, ding, ding,' to put in on rings in his ear.
With a final thick swallow, he sucks in his cheeks and bites down to stop himself from crying. Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair, wipes his eyes, looks himself over in the rearview. He wouldn't have a crush on this version of himself, he can't imagine you would either.
With a sigh, he tugs on the seatbelt, puts the car in drive, and pulls down the street. Feeling further away from you than when you were across the country -- different planets, a totally different universe.

In the late afternoon the next day Eddie checks his phone for the twelfth time in an hour. You still haven't texted or called, not even responding when he told you he got home okay. All you did was send a 'thumbs up'. With a quiet sigh through his nose he shoves his phone into his back pocket, pushing open the squeaking wooden doors to Calamity's -- a dive bar that Robin's been working at every Saturday for the last five years. Her sandy hair is tucked behind her ears while she pumps the shaker next to her head, chatting with Nancy who sits across from her on the bar.
At the squeak of the door they both turn to look at him, Robin's brows quirk, "What're you doing here, loverboy?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbles.
"You wanna drink about it first?" she offers.
He nods, climbing onto the stool next to Nancy and leaning on his elbows on the sticky counter top, "Hey Nance."
"Hey Ed," she says, hand reaching out to rub his forearm, "You okay?"
"Yeah," he nods, "I'll be fine, I just -- yeah, I'm fine."
His phone buzzes, immediately reaching for his back pocket only to see an Apple News notification and no sign of you. He checks your socials for any sign of life, but you haven't even posted anything.
Another sigh and he can't help himself, resolve weakening as stubborn as he'd like to be.
hey, haven't heard from you. you okay?
He puts his phone on airplane mode, going a step further to shove it into the inside zipper pocket of his beat up leather jacket and keeping it locked up. The less accessible the better, he couldn't become the guy that waits by the phone all night aching for you. Not the way he did last night, tossing and turning in bed wishing so badly that you were next to him.
'Should I feel this bad so soon?' Eddie thinks, 'We're not even dating and we're fighting? Is this even a fight? Would this be considered a fight?' He listens to the drone of their conversation, the bar is open but normally no one really shows up until the sun goes down -- at least on the weekend. Robin slides a Jack and Coke in front him, tossing a tiny straw in with flourish.
"Here, sad sack," she teases. "Thanks," he murmurs, toying with the straw, making his silver chain bracelet tinkle against the hardware of his jacket. "Rob, c'mon," Nancy urges, "Don't mess around." "What, I didn't call him a loser," she defends, shrugging, "He's being a sad sack. Right Ed? You're a sad sack?"
"I'm a sad sack," he nods, "Nailed it, babe." "Well, what happened?" she asks again, voice softer this time. She leans herself over the counter, resting her hand on her palm. Eddie matches her posture, lifting the drink with his other hand. "I'll tell you when I finish this," he offers, "Talk to me about literally anything else." "Well I thiiiiink I'm about to land this new creative lead gig," Robin tosses her hair, her violet amber perfume feathering off of it, "Do I love the idea of working for a start up? No. Is it remote and 68 thou a year? Yes."
"Sick," he nods through a mouthful of liquor, "That's awesome."
"Gives me time to still work on my art shit with Tati," she shrugs, sipping from her water bottle, "And we'll probably be able to afford studio space if I get it."
"She'll be thrilled, damn. First an engagement ring and then an art studio that's not her classroom? Everything's coming up Edwards," he smiles for the first time all day. "Wait, did he propose already? Did we miss it?" Nance blanches, clutching her chest. "So far no," he laughs, "I think he's gonna wait until next weekend so they have one full week away as engaged. They're gonna come back and tell me to pack my shit."
"Well, you can always sleep in the loft -- or y'know," Nancy shrugs, "Maybe things're looking really good with your new girl?" Eddie hums, about to open his mouth but the door bursts open hard on its loose hinges and with it, the grittiness of the old subwoofers blasting Lil' Wayne's Lollipop.
âOh, shit thatâs my sooooong,â Steve exclaims while he gets in the door. He walks in like he owns the place, Ray Bans covering his eyes while a strand of his coiffed chestnut hair falls onto his forehead. âJust like a refund, I make her bring that ass back, and she bring that ass back â because I like that,â he drawls along, opening his phone with a smirk while the song gets louder throughout the bar.Â
âShawty wanna thuuuuug, bottles in cluuuuub,â he goes on, walking forward toward Eddie whos chin his still in his palm. Eddie's face scrunches, not in the mood to play along, covering his ears when the bass speakers right above him start to vibrate.
"Turn it down, Steve!" Robin yells, but it's muffled against the beat. "Huh?" he cups his ear like he can't hear her, brows furrowing while he flicks his glasses up to push back his hair. "STEVE!" she shouts back. "What? I can't hear you?" he lies again, turning it up a touch more while he makes his way behind the bar. He snatches Robin's phone by the register before she can get to it to change the volume herself, laughing while he slips it into the pocket of his vest. 'Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya,' he mouths along, body rolling his way closer to her with every word, 'Call-Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya.'
The music cuts abruptly, Nancy now found by the stero with manicured nails lingering on the volume knob.
"I'm changing the fucking Spotify password, dingus," Robin snaps, "You can't do that every time you come here. I'm gonna get fired."
"Don't be such a bitch, Rob," he sours, tucking his sunglasses into the crew neck collar of his shirt, "Nobody's here."
"You're a bitch, Harrington," Robin snaps back. "The biggest bitch I know," Nancy adds, taking her seat back next to Eddie. Steve sits at the end of the bar on the other side of him. "What's the matter, sad sack?" Steve asks, cocking his head toward Eddie, "Mad that it wasn't the Framing Hanley version?"
"Aw, fuck off, dude," Eddie rolls his eyes before running his hand over his face, palm catching on his five o'clock shadow. "He hasn't told us yet," Robin explains, "We're waiting until he finishes his first drink."

Two Jack and Cokeâs in, the conversation bumps to the potential art studio, to Nancyâs potential promotion, to Steveâs latest project at work. A few regulars have trickled in, using the TouchTunes to their advantage since Spotify âisnât working tonightâ as per Robinâs punishment for Steve.Â
It gives Eddie a good reprieve, heâs glad he went out â beats being home alone and sitting there wondering what happened in the dark. Beats typing it up to send to Tatianna and Gareth and asking what happened and then deleting it because he doesnât want to bother them on vacation. Beats wondering what youâre doing and why you wonât respond to him. Beats the feeling of laying in bed and wishing he knew what you'd feel like next to him for another night. Beats wondering what he did to deserve potentially losing out on something that felt more right than ever. Beats wondering if maybe you're it and how now he might never know.
âOkay, well, I let you get through two Jack and Cokeâs â you gotta spill now, brother,â Robin sighs, leaning back down in front of him on her forearms.Â
âOh yeah, werenât you supposed to have your wet hot American weekend at her place? Whatâre you doing here?â Steve inquires, smirk pulling on his lips, âPerformance issues?âÂ
âSteve, come on,â Nancy sighs, âAre you serious?âÂ
âNah, nah itâs fine,â Eddie shakes his head, âHeâs just coming from experience, right?"
âNo um, I really donât know,â Eddie shrugs, âI went to her house and yâknow itâs her time of the month or whatever â so maybe thââÂ
âIâm gonna stop that thought before you finish it,â Robin puts a finger up, pink lips pulling into a smile, âOnce sec while I pour this guy a beer.âÂ
Eddie sheepishly takes another sip of his drink, feeling the dull weight of it in the front of his skull â not drunk, but if heâs not careful he wonât be able to drive home.Â
âOkay, continue,â Robin says when she gets back.Â
 He takes his time walking through the night, retracing his vocal steps, the emotional ones. He talks about the slime videos, getting Indian food, how you didnât want to have sex. The music videos, the kisses, the way you wrapped yourself around him â how everything seemed fine, perfect even. He was so excited to sleep next to you, to make breakfast in the morning, maybe shower together â maybe fuck in the shower if you were into it. But notâŚnot this, not whatever happened.Â
âWhat did you guys talk about? Like, did she talk about her past or anything? Did she seem off? Did a subject come up that she seemed weird about?â Nancy presses.Â
âYeah, youâre not giving us anything, just like â the highlights. We need the play by play, Munson,â Robin gestures with her hands, now nursing her own beer.Â
âI mean, we were watching music videos,â he shrugs, âAnd Chris came up but like, she knew I was married. She asked about the divorce and whatever, we talked about how sheâs with her new guy in Colorado.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAnd I donât know?â he shrugs, heart starting to pound a little in his chest, âI mean I showed her a picture of her and like, sort of ragged on myself like â like how I couldnât believe I pulled someone like Chrissy.â
âOh dude,â Steve sighs, âDude, you fuckinâ dumbass.âÂ
âWhat? How am I a dumbass?â he asks defensively, hands out, pleading.Â
âCause sheâs not Chrissy,â Steve explains, âLike â god, come on. Imagine she showed you a picture of fuckinâ â I donât know â Jon Bernthal? And was like âYeah, canât believe I pulled this hot, sexy, manly strong man. I guess youâll do as a follow up after him.ââÂ
Eddie blanches, guilt forming a ball in his throat, âBut thatâs notâŚThatâs not how I meant it. Like, sheâs â youâve seen her. Sheâs gorgeous. She doesnât have to look like Chris.âÂ
âYeah but, after you talked about her, did she seem all quiet after?â Robin asks, eyes flicking to him and then Steve.Â
âWellâŚwell yeahââÂ
âSee, told you,â Steve shrugs, âI might not have a girlfriend but I still know how ladies workââÂ
âOkay, okay, enough from you,â Nancy waves him off, âDid anything else come up?âÂ
âShe asked if I still loved her and I said yeah but like, not romantically. We just will always have love for each other â yâknow? I mean, we were like â we were married,â he tries to explain, âDo you think â do you think she thinks I just wanna be with Chrissy?âÂ
Robin grimaces, sipping her beer. Steve gives him a half hearted cock of the head.Â
âI thinkâŚâ Nancy starts, voice of reason as present as ever, âI think she doesnât know your history very well and you donât know hers. It could be that things went left with her ex or sheâs been hurt by stuff like this before. She might not have known how to talk about it to you â but I definitely think talking about Chrissy like she was some prize you had and now youâre settling had something to do with it.âÂ
âBut thatâs not what Iâm doing!â Eddie urges, hand coming down on the bar counter, âIâm not settling! I wanna like â I wanna be with her. I only talked about Chris so much because she asked I â I didnât mean to hurt her feelings. And I asked! I asked if I did something or said something and she said it was fine.âÂ
âGirls always say itâs fine Eddie, come on, youâve been divorced. You should know,â Steve says with gravitas, âThatâs like, what all women who are actually upset say.âÂ
âI have an idea,â Robin says with a breath, âFirst, donât listen to Steve. Thatâs obvious. Second, give it another day, send her a message saying something along the lines of âHey, I think I might have said some things that didnât come out right. Iâd love to talk it out with you. Whenâre you free?â and see where it goes.âÂ
âMaybe you guys can hash it out at the beach next weekend? You think sheâll still wanna come?â Nancy asks.Â
âMaybe,â Eddie shrugs, moping now, âIf she ever wants to see me again.âÂ
âDonât be so dramatic, Ed,â Robin rolls her eyes, sandy bangs tickling her lashes, âYou just gotta give it a day or two.âÂ

He only has to give it until later that night, tucked into the couch with a slasher on to ease the ache of his broken heart. On the coffee table, his phone buzzes face down and with a shaky hand he reaches for it, not wanting to be too hopeful. But when your name lights up with a new message he feels his heart leap in his chest.Â
iâm okay. thanks for checking in.Â
He lets out a slow breath through an O in his lips. Eddie takes a beat, rings tapping against his phone case before he starts typing his response:Â
look, idk whatâs going through your mind but i really like you. i think i mightâve messed things up here. iâm happy to give you some space if you need but would you wanna talk about this soon?Â
He stares at the message for a minute or two, heart pounding. There are so many ways you could respond. You could say no, or cuss him out, or tell him to fuck off. You could say you knew he was shit. You could, at the absolute worst, not even respond. He runs his hand over his face, covering his eyes while he presses send and tossing his phone onto the recliner across the room. Out of sight out of mind.Â
If only for a few minutes when he hears the buzz against the leather.Â
yeah, we can talk about it. work is kinda busy this week though.
Heâd wait for you for months.Â
would you still wanna come to the beach? steve said heâs still down to pick you up.Â
yeah, i can still come to the beach
A grin sprawls across his lips, cheeks tight. He can still see you, he can still see you in that red suit. He can still talk to you. You still want to see him. Itâs not totally ruined yet.Â
He hesitates at first, but ultimately sends out the offer.Â
tatianna and gare will still be away. if you want, you can stay the weekend at mine? maybe we can have a re-do. He watches the three dots bubble in and out of the text conversation, watching as you type something and then delete. Type and delete. Type and delete. Itâs only when he hears the tinkling of the standing lamp in the corner of the room that he realizes how hard heâs been bouncing his leg while he waits.Â
iâll think about it Well itâs not a no. Itâs something. Itâs a maybe. Itâs a could be.
But if it ends up being a yes, heâll make it better than what last weekend at yours couldâve been.

The week passed in a slow blur, Monday and Tuesday were a thousand years long â all of his students on his nerves when they caught on that he wasnât on his phone as much. "Just take the L, Mr. E. You keep looking at your phone. She's obv not gonna text you." "Yeah Munson, you can't have a phone rule for us and then keep looking at yours." "You're giving negative aura points, Mr. E. Just admit you don't actually have any rizz."
He didn't know what any of them meant, but it didn't help the sting. Since Gareth was away there was no band practice on Wednesday, so instead he went to the studio by himself and plugged into the loudest amps he could. Shredding his frustration out through the strings until tears spilled as much as the melodies that leaked from the speakers. Being carried by the frustration that kept building from the way you haven't messaged him or called, from the fear of having to hurt the way he hurt three years ago all over again. From the way this couldn't be it.
By time he finished, his fingertips stung -- raw and red from hours of playing. It still didn't hurt has bad as the lump in his throat. As the dry phone in his pocket.
Itâs Thursday afternoon when his phone finally pings and you ask what you should bring for the beach. Time speeds up again. He blinks and itâs Saturday morning, he blinks and heâs sitting behind Steve in his Escalade. He blinks and realizes he wishes he had more time to prepare himself for this, the prepare how to ask you to talk, to prepare for seeing you again after all this. All the rehearsals in his head had fallen away as they drive through your part of town.
âI LIKE A LONG HAIRED THICK REDBONE, OPEN UP HER LEGS, THEN FILET MIGNON THAT PUSSY.â âOh my god, Steve please donât say pussy like that.â The car rolls down your street, Robin in the front as always, and Nancy behind Robin. And sure, they could have picked up some of the younger crew but, in Steveâs words â âIâve driven them around enough.â EveryGirl in the World rumbles achingly loud through the speakers that he just got upgraded, making the leather vibrate under all of them. Lucky for Steve, none of the sound leaks through in your sleepy streets, lazy with the steamy haze of 7:30 in the morning. âIâmma get in an on that pussy, If she let me in, Iâmma own that pussy.â âSteve,â Robin groans, âYouâre so obnoxious. This is why nobody likes you!â âEveryone likes me â now come âere let me dope you, You should be a dope fiend, your friendâs should call you Dopey. Tell âem keep my name out they mouth âcause they donât know me.â âDo you think you sound cool when you rap?â she asks, pulling her sandy hair into a ponytail, âLook in the rearview, do you think you look cool?â Steveâs Ray Bans find the mirror, looking back at Eddie who grins at him while they ease into a stop in front of your place. âMy sex game is stupid,â they both start, making Nancy laugh â Robinâs eyes rolling into the back of her head. âYouâre both so insufferable,â she groans, but a smile pulls at her soft pink lips.
âMy head is the dumbest, I promise â I should be Hooked on Phonics, Hah, well anyway, I think youâre bionic.â âStop!â Robin shouts, laughing now while Steve tips his sunglasses down his nose and Eddie leans over the seat. Both faces eager with faux sincerity while Nancy giggles in solidarity behind her. âAnd I donât think youâre beautiful, I think youâre beyond it.â Steve grins, Eddie unbuckling to get out of the car to get you. âAnd I just wanna get behind it ââ âSTEVE!â âAnd watch you back it up and dump it back, back it up and dump it backâŚâ Eddie looks at your house, a nervous thrum in his chest while he gets out. The last time he was here he watched as you turned your bedroom light out after making him leave. You didnât even respond to his âexcited to see you, tomorrowâ text last night. You just âheartedâ it. He gets to your door ringing the bell and waiting for you, feeling as sheepish and awkward as a kid on a first date. When you open the door he can hear his heart beat in his ears. "Hey," he says quietly, "G'morning." "Morning," you say back. You both smile tightly at each other and then both of your gazes reach the ground. Eddie thinks to lean in and reach for you but retracts, you still feel so far away from him. The familiarity from before -- from Barcade, from showing up at your house last week -- long gone. A stranger he's meeting for the first time. He wonders if the group can even sense it from the car.
âCan I get those for you?â he asks, seeing you hoist your beach bag over your shoulder, a mini cooler in your other hand. âNo, itâs fine,â you wave him off as you walk through the door, shutting it behind you. He rolls his eyes, easing the bag off of your shoulder and the cooler out of your hand.
With how things feel, he doesnât want to get his hopes up and ask if you packed to stay with him for the weekend. But the weight of your bags gives him a soft flutter of ease in his chest that he might get a chance to fix this afterall. "Go ahead and get in the car," he says softly, "Everyone's excited to see you."
He watches you get in while he settles your bags amongst the others in the trunk, everyone says their hellos and he begs for it to not be weird considering they all know what's going on. Nancy takes a cue to move to the bench seat further back so you can sit next to each other, Eddie offering her a grateful nod when he gets back in behind Steve.Â
âAlright, so now that weâre all accounted for weâre playing a game,â Steve says, turning the music down, âOne by one weâre gonna pick our songs of the summer from when we were kids. We're going summer mode.âÂ
âThatâs cute,â Nancy smiles, âThatâs a cute idea you have there, Steve.âÂ
He shrugs one shoulder, dropping his Raybans down his nose to look at her, âOnly cute ideas from the cutest guy here.âÂ
âAlright, relax,â Eddie grumbles when Steve steps on the gas, arms crossing over his chest. Youâre looking at your phone, probably checking to see what song you want to pick, but he wishes you were looking at him. Half of him wants to reach over and rest his hand on your thigh like youâre his, but right now he knows youâre not. He slides his phone out from his pocket, shooting you a text at an attempt to try and salvage the car ride.
hey. you look really pretty.
He watches you while you look at the notification banner pop up on the screen, a soft smile flickers across your face when you open it. Eddieâs phone buzzes in response.
thanks, you too.
And he does look pretty â black shorts and a cut off Hawkins, IN t-shirt from some time in the early 90s. Well worn but still starchy. His tattoos bounce off his skin, a thin little heart outline peeking out from the top of his jeans, wallet chain still shining and silver. He had his hair pulled back messy, bangs and tendrils still flowing in his face â but for the first time you get to really see the curves and slopes of his jaw line, the tension in his neck. He blushes, putting his arm on the back of your seat, close enough where he doesnât think heâs pushing it. Sunny Came Home flows through the speakers of the car.Â
âPristine choice, Rob,â Eddie nods, âDamn.âÂ
âRight in the chest, right?â Robin scrunches her nose, âLike sitting in your momâs back seat on the way home from the grocery store in July or something.âÂ
Steveâs pick is unsurprising, Nellyâs Ride Wit Me shaking the car while he pulls onto the highway. You skip over yourself, unsure at what to pick, passing the phone to Nancy behind you who settles on Sheryl Croweâs Everyday Is A Winding Road. Eddie loves how easy it is for you to fit in, like youâve always been a part of the group â screaming the lyrics with Nancy and Robin so loud that Steve opens his window to let the sound leak out.Â
When Eddie getâs the phone he smirks, typing in his choice before passing it back to Steve who chuckles when he presses play.Â
âOh yes,â Robin laughs when the opening riff of Santanaâs Smooth booms against the leather interior, âYou would.â âOf course I would,â Eddie grins, tossing you a look for your approval. You nod back at him, mouthing along with the lyrics, rolling and shimmying your shoulders to match Robinâs dancing in the front. He gulps silently, knowing that thereâs still a conversation to be had. Do you always hide your disappointment like this? Are you over it? Are you okay? And if you are -- why does it feel like this? Like you don't want his attention? Like you don't want him to touch you? 'Cause it's all he can think about with you next to him, looking pretty the way that you do. Looking perfect. Feeling like an old sweatshirt he wants to be covered in. âItâs the same as the emotion that I get from you, You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it.â He doesnât notice at first that his fingers twitch along with the chords when the solar starts. "Wait, tell her the story about Wayne banning this song from your life," Robin says, turning back towards the two of you behind her. "Banned from his life?" you ask in surprise, but your attention is on Robin, "Does he just really not like Rob Thomas?"
Eddie rolls his eyes, biting his lower lip before recounting why it's banned from ever playing at Forest Hills, âI was obsessed when I was little. Sat in my bedroom for weeks listening to it over and over so I could teach myself by ear. Wayne â my uncle â he told me I could never listen to it again. He threw my stereo out the window that summer, he was so pissed â so sick of it, and then got even more mad that he had to buy me a new one. But I had to promise to never play it again at his house for as long as he was alive. And no one else is allowed to play it at the park either.â
âCan you still do the solo?â you ask, eyes finally landing on him. His breath hitches when your eyes meet, mouth going dry.
âOh yeah,â his voice cracks awkwardly, fingers still playing an air guitar on his lap, âLearned to play a lot of his stuff when I was a teenager. John Mayer too, if you can believe it.â âVery toxic soft boy of you,â you tease. âListen sugar, it was a hit with the ladies,â his voice is soft, but still teasing -- desperate to recreate the banter you've had over the past few weeks. You get nervous, he can tell by the way your knee bounces and a flick of another smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Sugar, he thinks, sâthat all it takes? When you get the phone you make your pick, certain of it now. Steve nods in agreement when he presses play on Aaliyahâs Are You That Somebody? âI knew I liked her,â Steve says, catching him in the rearview again, âShe better be sticking around.â
Eddie is silently thankful for the encouragement.

The rest of the surrounding towns mustâve had a similar idea because the first half of the beach was full by the time you got there despite the early wake up. Steveâs SUV strolls down the expansive parking lot while Itâs Gonna Be Me plays, the boys and Robin screlting along with the music â singing into the straws of their iced coffees. The bridge hits near the end and he doesnât want to be obnoxious but he does want to impress you so he hits the runs where he can. âDonât wanna lose it, but Iâm not li-ii-ke that, When finally, finally, You get to lo-oo-ve, Guess what, guess whatâŚâ Steve finally finds parking and you all hop out onto the asphalt, the sun already hot on your skin. The woosh of hot air hits his face, catching against the nervous sweat on his forehead and neck. Macho is as macho does, Eddie and Steve make their way to the trunk, taking all of the coolers and bags of beach games while leaving the chairs to the ladies.Â
âWe brought you an extra,â Eddie smiles, âIn case you didnât have one.â âI brought you an extra,â Steve corrects, eyes falling on you from behind his Ray Bans, âYou can thank me later, angel.âÂ
âYou do not have to thank him,â Eddie scrunches his nose while you all walk to the wood planked entrance covered in sand. This area was at least less crowded but far from the bathrooms and food stalls by the front of the parking lot. He can feel your eyes on him, following the way his cut off shirt rides up revealing the end of a snake and sword tattoo off his side and oblique. Lingering on the top of his jeans, on the ways his biceps and forearms flex at every move of the load heâs holding. He swallows hard, suddenly so aware of himself and what he looks like â do you like it? Do you think he looks good?Â
The blankets get placed and so do the chairs, Steve and Nancy expertly get the umbrella in â she reads the directions out loud and Steve does what she says as she says it. When everything is settled you kick off your sandals and put it by your canvas tote, taking out your sunglasses. Eddie sits on the blanket below you, watching you get yourself together. You reach for the bottom of your shirt, a tee from some time in your life when he didnât know you. Eddieâs mouth falls open when you pull it up over your head; his tongue curls up in his mouth when he sees the soft arch in your back, the way your breasts press up against the edge of your suit. That red suit.Â
He licks his lips absentmindedly, unable to look at you when you start taking your shorts off because if he watches the jiggle your ass and thighs he wonât be able to deal. Heâs lucky heâs wearing aviators big enough to cover his saucer like eyes â embarrassed by the way his body react like some teenager reading a Playboy. He's a grown man for god's sakes.
âH-hey Rob,â his voice cracks awkwardly, âYou uh, um, you wanna check out the water?â âYeah, gimme one sec,â she calls out, tossing her hair up in a claw clip from her back pack. âThatâs mine,â Nancy argues, âHow long have you had that?!â Robin shrugs, âLong enough that you didnât miss it.â âYou do this every time you come over. You always steal something,â she huffs, Robin popping her gum between her teeth in response.
"It's a little something to remember you by, Nance," she shrugs with a smirk. âYou wanna come?â he asks you, shrugging off his shorts and throwing his trunks over his boxer briefs. âNot yet, want it to get a little hot before I check it out,â you explain, taking your sunscreen out. He huffs a laugh, trying a hand at being flirty despite the distance he feels between you, âWell, to be honest sugar, youâre already lookinâ pretty hââ âDonât embarrass yourself,â Robin breathes, patting him on the back, âLetâs go.âÂ
He takes a look back at you smiling at you over his shoulder, âIâll be right back.â âIâll be here,â you wave him off while you start to spray your sunscreen on your arms. He turns back towards the water, crashing in waves and sliding up the shore. The sun kissed his skin over his crop, still not ready to take it off yet.Â
âYou gonna make it, Ed?â Robin asks, bumping her shoulder against his, "You're fumbling bad. She looks good."
âI just â fuck Rob,â he shakes his head, looking down at their feet while they step over shells and seaweed on the bank above the shore, âIt feels ruined. Like she came to like, to check to see if she still likes me." Â
âI donât know what it is. It just doesn't feel easy like it was before,â he shrugs, âHow Iâm supposed to bring up last weekend or like, how to talk to her anymore.â âShe seems totally fine,â Robin says with a look, âMaybe youâre just over thinking it.â âShe seems totally fine with you guys but I donât know â it feels like for me thereâs a wall there. Like the insane connection we had before just doesnât matter because Iâm a dumbass. Maybe this shouldâve just been a fling and after today weâll just end it,â he rambles on, âAm I making sense?â Â
âYou are making sense,â she agrees, âBut I don't think you ruined it. I think you're being kind of down on yourself about it and you're doing it on purpose." "What does that even mean?" he snaps. "It means, she wouldn't have come if she didn't want to work it out with you. Like, why would she come hang out for the day with your friends if she wasn't trying to make an effort to fix things?" "Well I mean--" "Not done," she says, putting her hand up, "And further, I think one little hint of something not going totally perfect makes you so afraid that you're gonna get hurt bad like with Chrissy. And it's clear that you really like this girl -- like, really like her. And that freaks you out, so you don't want to go through the motions of fixing it just in case things go left a second time."
âIt doesnât freak me out,â he shuts it down quickly but he knows sheâs right, sighing when he considers it, âMaybe it does. Maybe it's scaring me that I'm already thinking about her like that.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âI dunno, like I wanna be with her. Like really with her,â he shrugs while they step into the foaming leftovers of a wave receding. The water is freezing, not yet warmed up from the heat of summer since the ninety degree weather is such a mid-spring surprise.Â
âFuck!â they both hiss in unison, stepping ankle deep into the water.Â
âBe with her likeâŚmarry her?â she asks, crystal blue eyes squinting into the horizon, "You sure you're not simultaneously thinking too far ahead?"
âMaybe,â he says, pulling his hair out of its ponytail and shaking it out at the root. The curls at the base of his neck already starting to get tight and coiled with sweat.Â
âI should probably start by being her boyfriend first,â he laughs. "You should probably start by working through this little snag first," she corrects, "You can be her boyfriend some other time." "Not all of us want a perpetual 'will they, won't they' relationship like two idiots in bikinis that I know," Eddie teases her, pulling his hair back up in the scrunchy he also stole from Nancy when they went to her house for a movie night.Â
âDonât let Wheeler see you with that,â she warns, reaching out for his hand while they turn back towards the sand. Eddie takes it, savoring the reassuring squeeze she offers in understanding.Â
âWhatâs she gonna do, Buckley?â Eddie raises a brow, âEat me out about it?âÂ
âDonât be a fucking asshole,â Robin snorts, letting go to give him a shove in the shoulder while sand kicks of from their heels.Â

Back where the towels and beach blankets are set up, youâre on your stomach, leaning your head to one side in a conversation with Nancy that has you giggling with each other. He nudges Robin with his shoulder who nudges him back. He wonders if Robin feels the same way about Nancy as he feels about you. He wonders if Robin will ever tell her.Â
âHowâs the water?â Nance asks, propping her chin up on the heel of her hand.Â
âFreezing,â Eddie grimaces, âLike, bone chilling.â âIâm not surprised,â you shrug, âItâs not real hot yet.â âJust fake hot?â he asks back. âYeah, just fake hot,â you agree with a scrunch of your nose. Still quick.Â
Nervously, he makes the commitment of pulling off the cut off tee he came in, never normally thinking much about his body until you were right there in front of him but lightyears away. Eddie didnât think he looked bad, but compared to Steveâs tanned, defined chest and abs he thought maybe he left more to be desired. It had kind of always felt like that, he thought, even when he was married. He wanted to feel like someone worth bragging about, and by the end of his relationship with Chrissy â she wasnât really doing much bragging. With the way he could feel your eyes on him earlier, he was more self conscious now than he had been in years. He folds it up the shity nice, tossing it down on the beach blanket by you before sitting down and fishing into his bag for some sun screen. Heâs meticulous with it over his tattoos, standing back up to get the snake and sword on his oblique fully covered. Â
âThis is kind of cliche but would you be down to get my back?â he asks hopefully, turning toward you, âI can do yours.âÂ
âSteve did mine,â you reply, face quirking from behind your sunglasses. âOh um, wow,â he tries to shake it off, but the comment stings.Thinking about Steve having his hands on you in this suit before he ever even got the chance.Â
âIâm kidding, Iâm kidding,â you assure, âNancy got my back, but I can do yours.â He frowns, âDonât joke like that, please.âÂ
You get quiet and nod, taking the sunscreen from him. âSorry,â you say in a whisper. Miles away. He wants to apologize for your apology.Â
Youâre gentle when you rub the sunscreen onto his back, taking extra care of the ink on his shoulder blade flowing down and wrapping into the tattoos on his ribcage. You can tell by the depth of the ink that he takes good care of them, feeling him relax under your touch. Eddie leans his head to the side while you continue, seeing two girls making their way down the sandy banks just by where their crew was set up. They lay out their towels while awkwardly trying to get their umbrella in place â laughing while they keep getting it wrong. When youâre done with his back, he thanks you softly â happy to see that you settle back down next to him.Â
âHow long do you think itâs gonna take them to finally get it in?â you ask. If he was a stupid boy heâd say âThatâs what she saidâ, but heâs not soâ
âThatâs what she said,â Steve jokes. Eddie turns to see that Steveâs lifted up his Raybans, enjoying the show as the girls dig and shove their umbrella into the sand â losing sight of one of their towels now blowing over in the wind.Â
âCome the fuck on,â one of them groans, but they are laughing too hard to be mad, too hard to grip the umbrella tight enough. Itâs not lost on Eddie that Steve is watching because the girl with the umbrella in her hands, with her black suit and cat eye sunglasses, is nearly bursting out of her bathing suit top with a cleavage that even makes his own eyes widen.Â
âBe right back,â Steve says, getting up out of his beach chair. âDonât be embarrassing,â Robin begs, âPlease.â Steve flips her off while he walks by her, taking a few more steps past the beach blankets and running a hand through his chestnut hair.Â
âAhoy ladies!â he calls out, âNeed a hand?âÂ
âEw,â Robin mumbles, âHeâs so weird.âÂ
âHeâs gonna come back with both of their numbers, just watch,â Nancy says, âEvery time.âÂ
âIs he really that much of a ladies man?â you ask, âHeâs kind of â I donât know. Heâs kind of goofy.âÂ
Eddie laughs hard, Nancy and Robin joining in. Hard belly laughs. Not because of just the question, but the way you asked it. The genuine curiosity, the admission of how you felt. It was the exact thing Steve needed to hear, a shame he wasnât around to hear it. Itâs here that he knows he needs to just bite the bullet and work things out because youâre so sweet. Youâre so â youâre just so you.Â
âDonât worry, we donât get it either,â Nancy laughs, wiping her eyes.Â
âOoh, I needed that, that was good,â Robin breathes, âBut youâre right, heâs super goofy.âÂ

Steve had come back an hour later, putting together their entire set up and taking some time to sit and talk to him. Without fail, he sat back down in his beach chair with two new numbers in his phone; breaking into one of the Yeti coolers and pulling out the canned mixed drinks he packed en-masse.Â
âWhose partaking?â he asks, holding one up. Itâs only 11 AM but hot weekends are a means for day drinking, and if anyone needs to take the edge off itâs Eddie Munson. Between the awkward half smiles and some back and forth and the way his heart dips and leaps at any given moment while next to you, heâd take any relaxer he can get.Â
You all grab a drink, and he watches fondly as you talk about beach reads with Nancy and Robin. Sitting in the sand while the three of you make semi sand castles with each of your cans in dug out cup holders. He admires the way the sun bounces off your shoulders and tries to not admire the way your suit rides up on your hips. He doesnât want to fix things just on account of being horny.Â
Eddie checks his phone for signs of life from Gareth and Tati â they sent a few photos from Flamingo Island. Tatianna feeding the birds while looking like a supermodel and Gareth keeping a distance from the birds while looking awkward and pale. Another, a live photo of a selfie of Tatianna glowing with the beach in the background. Eddie holds his thumb on the picture, letting it play to Gare reaching over from behind to kiss her on the cheek. He smiles, watching them be in love through the photos, eyes flicking from you to them. Wondering when youâll both be next.Â
Robin sparks a pre-roll and you all sneakily split it like kids hiding from the cops. When you pass it to him, your fingers brush, and he canât help but flash a bright smile at you while he takes it.Â
âThanks, sugar,â he drops his voice purposely, watching as your posture changes â a fluster running through you.Â
âYouâre welcome,â you mumble, going back to your sand and conversation.Â
Eddie pulls his notebook out, a hybrid for a DnD and lesson plan scrap paper for when he thinks of something fun to do that the board will say no to. He takes their no and does it anyway, itâs not like they check.Â
He gets up from the beach blanket, opting to set up his chair under the umbrella to get a break from the sun and so he can see the paper in the bright light. Some time passes and heâs knee deep in planning a new campaign when from above the notepad youâd made your way back from the sand, settling back down.Â
âI want fries so bad,â you complain.Â
âThereâs a stand at the end of the beach,â he offers.Â
âI donât want to go get fries,â you sigh, âI would like the fries to be here already.â He licks his lips nervously before closing the notebook over his thumb, âIâll go with you.âÂ
You look up at him from your spot on the blanket and he looks down at you, both knowing that being alone together will only bring upon the inevitable. Maybe you both need to grow up.Â
âUm,â you hesitate before nodding, âYeah, yeah okay. Let me just get my shorts on.âÂ
Eddie puts his notebook away, grabbing his wallet and putting it into the pocket of his trunks before slipping his shoes back on. You throw on your shorts, sliding into your sandals reaching for your bag.Â
âYou donât need your bag,â he says gently, âI got it for you.âÂ
You smile, itâs small, âOh, well â thanks.â âCâmon,â he says, ticking his head back toward the planked walkway for an easy walk back up to the asphalt. As you walk ahead of him, Robin, Steve, and Nance all exchange glances knowingly. Robin offers him a thumbs up before he turns around, following you up the beach.Â

Without the buffer of everyone else, the tension feels worse. Heâs not sure whether to reach for you, but when you tuck your hands in your shorts pockets it becomes obvious that you donât want him to hold your hand.Â
âWeatherâs pretty wild, huh?â he asks.Â
âYeah,â you nod. Your shoulders bump while you keep walking, not continuing the conversation but muttering a soft apology when you collide.Â
Eddie sighs, a little too audibly because your shoulders sulk a bit when he lets out the last of the breath. He canât really take this anymore, biting his cheeks for resolve and guiding you over to the concrete barrier that separates the boardwalk from the beach.Â
âLook,â he begins, voice shaking, âBefore we get fries we â we really need to talk about the other night.âÂ
âI said it was fine,â you respond, but you donât meet his eye. Your tone lacks energy, like youâre just trying to push it away; but he doesnât want that. His rings clink against the concrete when he pats the top, âSit.âÂ
When you oblige, he stands between your knees, âItâs not fine. You were really upset. I wanna talk about it.âÂ
âItâs stupid, it doesnât matter,â you reply, your eyes landing on his shoulder, looking at the people walking past him, âIâll get over it.â He tentatively puts a hand on your leg, letting his thumb run over your soft skin. A rush runs through him when you donât pull away, soothingly running his hand back and forth.
âIt matters to me,â he says, moving his head so he can catch your gaze. Itâs clear now that whatever is part of your own tragic lore has a lot to do with how you approach stuff like this; how you donât really want to tell him that he hurt your feelings.Â
âIs it because of me talking about my ex?â he asks.Â
Youâre quiet for a few minutes and heâs patient, watching you mull over the night in your head and finding the courage to let the words out. His hand travels from your thigh to where your hand rests on the barrier, interlocking your fingers with his. Â
âSheâs just so pretty,â you say, voice strained with emotion â weak like youâre swallowing a cry, âAnd I donât look like that.âÂ
âI donât want you to look like that,â he says gently.Â
âItâs not just thatâŚitâs just â I ââ you roll your eyes at your own ridiculousness, âI justâŚIâve been the rebound a lot, before my ex. Always for people whose partner before looked like your ex-wife, and was perfect, and pretty, and graceful, and all of the nice things you said she was. And Iâm sure sheâs great, I really believe you.â He squeezes your hand with gentleness while you continue.Â
âI just donât want to like you this much just to be your rebound,â you confess, âAnd I know you said you like me and that what weâve been doing so far has been so good, but thatâs like â thatâs how it always starts out. These guys will act like Iâm so great for them just to yâknow â toss me when they get what they need. And you just sort of went from talking about how amazing and caring she is to like â talking about my body.âÂ
His brows crinkle, a frown pulling on his lips, âWhy didnât you tell me I was making you feel like that when I asked?âÂ
âI didnât want you to be mad,â you mumble, a crackle in your tone, âOr tell me I was being stupid or get defensive because I justâŚI didnât want to ruin it. But I â I ruined it anyway.âÂ
âNo, no,â he shakes his head, taking his sunglasses off, round eyes pleading to you, âSweetheart you didnât ruin it. Iâm â Iâm sorry you didnât feel like you could tell me. I wouldnât have been mad.âÂ
âI just really donât wanna get hurt,â you plead, âI donât want to waste my time.â âYouâre not I â babe, I donât wanna get hurt either,â he sighs, âBut youâre not a rebound. ItâsâŚitâs been three years since I even considered seeing someone seriously. Thatâs not what Iâm looking for. I already told you that night after Barcade how much I like you.âÂ
âYeah but people say a lot of things just to get laid,â you shrug.Â
His chest deflates, âIs that really what you think of me?âÂ
âI donât know,â you shrug, âMaybe we just donât really know each other yet.âÂ
It dawns on him slowly, you donât really know each other yet. He knows how he feels about you, and how it feels like heâs known you his whole life. But he doesnât know your ins and outs and you donât know his â thereâs a patience and excitement about the idea of learning it all.
âI donât just wanna sleep with you,â he says earnestly, âHell I was â I was so nervous to kiss you at Little Spoon, and even after Steveâs birthdayâŚI â Iâve been thinking about you for weeks. And when things went left yâknow I just â I was waitinâ by the phone for you to say something. I didnât wanna push because I figured maybe you needed a minute.â âBut sugar, I really felt awful,â he continues, letting his hands cup your cheeks, âI really was scared that you just decided you were done with me.âÂ
âI donât wanna be done with you,â you say through squished cheeks.Â
âI donât wanna be done with you, either,â he says, âCause getting started has been really great so far.âÂ
âI still really like you,â you profess.Â
âIâm kind of obsessed with you,â he laughs breathily.Â
âYeah, I know,â you laugh, almost a little teary, âI tell you all the time.âÂ
âIâm gonna kiss you now, okay?â he asks, running his tongue over his lips.Â
âOkay.â With his hands on your cheeks, he pulls you into him, letting his nose brush your first before pressing his lips against yours â no longer rubbery and despondent in their response. He feels weightless, not even caring about the people walking by who might be staring when he slips his tongue into your mouth. Kissing you feels more right than ever. Kissing you feels like coming home.Â
When he breaks away, breathless, his eyes coast over your features, âShitâŚâÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI justâŚI really fucking like you.âÂ
You lean forward to bless him with a kiss again, he doesnât think heâll ever be afraid to steal one from you whenever he wants now.Â

You continued your talk on the remainder of the walk to get fries, explaining your insecurities that he quelled with each thought that passed your lips. He confessed to the tears in his Honda and how he didnât mean to come off so in love when talking about Chrissy â just that she was important to him, and that part of him will love her in a fond way, always. You confess you have a few people like that in your life too, but youâll talk about that in âanother episodeâ. He lets you know you only have to talk about things when youâre ready.Â
On the way back, you hold hands, Eddie holding the bag with your fries in the other. He presses kisses to your temple and cheek every few intervals â laughing at you when you stop at the sound of Return of the Mack to hit a groove.Â
âTruthfully, this is one of my favorite songs of all time,â you tell him, âAnd I played it all week to try to make myself feel better.âÂ
âDid you dance like this in your house each time?âÂ
âI did.âÂ
âIâm sad I missed it, I couldâve used a laugh,â he teases.Â
âYouâre very cruel,â you concede, hip bumping him while you continue on, âYouâd die to have me give you a lap dance.âÂ
His ears turn pink at the thought, âHeh, well umâŚwell if youâre offeringâŚâ
âItâs on the table,â you shrug, giving his hand a squeeze.Â
âIt can be anywhere, sweetheart â table, chair, in space â you name it I ââÂ
He stops when he notices the way a guy looks at you as he walks by, eyes scanning from the top of your head down to your thighs. Eddieâs head tilts, following the guys vision even as you pass â the man getting a good look as your ass with abandon.Â
âHey,â Eddie snaps, a touch of pride swelling in his chest. The guy looks up and meets his eye.Â
âYeah, you,â he continues, holding eye contact with a furrowed brow, âSee somethinâ you like, chief?âÂ
âListen man, Iâm not startinâ trouble here I was â I was just ââÂ
âYou were just walkinâ the other way,â Eddie finishes for him, âGet fuckinâ lost.âÂ
You tuck your lips into your teeth, while Eddie guides you away, hand wrapping around you to slide from your waist to your ass with a firm squeeze before settling in your shorts back pocket. You turn to look at him while you walk and he shakes his head.Â
âDonâ look at me like that,â he huffs a laugh, grinning slightly, âLook, this is my ass.âÂ
âWell, technically itâs my ass but um, yâknow, whatever you say,â you respond, a little breathy. He remembers the way you mentioned tipsily at the bar that you liked that streak in him. And if anything this true now, after these conversations, he wants everyone to know youâre his. Heâs not playing around.Â
When you get back to the group thereâs another set of blankets next to yours, and a collection of more friends that you remember from Steveâs party.Â
âOh, hey freaks,â Eddie chimes when they all say their cheery hellos to the both of you. He nods at Erica in respect, âMiss Applejack.âÂ
âNerd,â she hums out, fishing out a Nerf howler from Steveâs bag to play with Max and Lucas. Steve, of course, is back over making a fool of himself by the girls from earlier while Nancy, Robin, Dustin play cards. Mike, who you havenât met, is stuck in a book under the umbrella.Â
âWhatâre you reading Wheeler?â Eddie asks, taking you hand in hand back to the blanket to sit down.Â
âItâs called The Ethical Slut,â he murmurs, âMe and El are practicing Ethical Non Monogamy while sheâs in LA with Will.âÂ
âPracticing what?â he asks through a mouthful of fry.Â
âEthical non-monogamy,â he sighs, peering over the pages, âMy guys at Oberlin were telling me about it. Itâs like, itâs like being open.âÂ
Eddie pulls a face and take the book out of his hand, hitting him in side of the head with it, âDonât be fuckinâ weird, dude.âÂ
âItâs not â ugh itâs not weird, youâre just old and donât get it,â he sighs.Â
âYouâre old and donât get it, tool,â Eddie clicks his tongue, âThis is why youâre both always fighting.âÂ
âOh my god, weâre not always fighting we justââ âAlright twerps, meet my friends,â Steve says with a game show host smile, hands showing off the two girls from before. They introduce themselves, everyone going around to offer their names, too.Â
âAnd over there is Lucas, Max, and Erica,â Steve says, pointing at the three closer to the edge of the shore. He motions for them to sit, offering them drinks from the coolers while they make themselves comfortable.Â
âI think we should play never have I ever so we can all get to know each other,â Steve offers, sitting between the two women who giggle whenever he looks at them. Clear from the look on their faces that he definitely snuck one of Robinâs pre-rolls over to spark up before bringing them to the group.Â
âNo, Steve, weâre not playing that,â Eddie waves the suggestion off like a bad smell.Â
âHow come?â you ask with a laugh.Â
âCause weâre in our fuckinâ 30s, what is this, a high school beach party?âÂ
âYou just donât like it âcause you always lose,â Steve teases, catching your eye, âHeâs a sore loser, angel.âÂ
âI believe this,â you nod.Â
âOkay, well, I still said what I said,â Eddie huffs.Â
âThereâs no way, look, Iâll start with an easy one,â you offer, âNever have I ever umâŚspent a weekend in jail.âÂ
Eddie scowls with a gravelly sigh, bringing a beer to his lips. Steve barks a laugh, âSee, I told you â sore loser.âÂ
Max, Lucas, and Erica come back to the blankets when they see the newcomers sitting with the group. Max tosses Robin and look and Eddie knows that means theyâll be double teaming to make sure Steve looks like a tool at every given moment. Lucas asks if itâs a round of âNever Have I Everâ and everyone excitedly agrees except for Eddie whose stewing, and Mike whose chest deep in his book.Â
âOkay, we donât have to play,â you soothe, running your hand over his bicep, âBut damn, you spent a weekend in jail?âÂ
âI have spent,â he sighs, taking another sip of beer, âA lot of weekends in jail, sweetheart.âÂ
âLike â for bad stuff?âÂ
âLike, for stupid shit,â he explains, âI was a dumb kid, it was all dumb shit. But yeah, I got a little record. Nothing crazy enough to keep me from teaching.âÂ
âSooo mysterious,â you tease, laying down on your back while you snag a fry from the back, âVery bad boy of Dawsonâs Creek.âÂ
âMean,â he glares playfully, laying next to you, âTell me somethinâ I donât know about you, then.âÂ
âHmm,â you think, turning to look him over, âI am lifeguard and WSI certified.âÂ
âWSI?âÂ
âWater safety instructor,â you answer, âI teach swim lessons. Well used to.âÂ
âYou know like, first aid and stuff?â he asks.Â
âYeah,â you nod excitedly, âLike CPR and stuff.âÂ
âHm,â he hums, leaning on his side, propping his head up, âLike you could give me mouth to mouth?âÂ
âDonât be horny and gross,â you laugh, âI could save your life.â âIt would save my life to have your mouth on my mouth, I promise,â he says with a hint of seriousness.Â
âTell me somethinâ else I donât know about you, jailbird,â you prompt, matching his posture.Â
âUmmm, ah!â he snaps, âI um, I speak Spanish.â Your brows furrow, âLike, fluently?âÂ
âSĂ, con fluidez,â he smirks.Â
âShow off,â you grin.
âOoh, you think itâs hot, donât you?â he laughs, âYou think Iâm so sexy.âÂ
âYouâre somethinâ,â you sigh, âHowâd you get fluent in Spanish?âÂ
âI took it in high school and college,â he shrugs, âBut I worked at a pretty authentic Colombian restaurant for like, five years while teaching before getting to the private school. I was in the kitchen and all the guys spoke Spanish so I sorta committed. And yâknow, a lot of my kidsâ parents speak Spanish so itâs helpful to be able to communicate with them too. I donât wanna lose it, so I practice a lot.âÂ
âLook at you,â you encourage, âWhat else would surprise me?âÂ
âOh I donât know,â he shrugs, feeding you a fry, âMaybe â hmm â I love Sza.â âThe singer?â you ask through a mouthful.Â
âYes,â he nods, âSheâs my celebrity pass Iâm, wow, I love her. Sheâs so fine. But also, I dig her sound â Ctrl is one of my favorite albums of all time. We even do a cover of The Weekend at our sets sometimes.âÂ
âHow does that work? Like, is it just a screamo version?âÂ
âScreamo? Donât disrespect me like that,â he holds a hand to his chest over his silver chains, âWeâre a metal band, baby.â âSorry, please excuse me. Like, is it just a metal version?â you repeat back with a little bite. He rests the tip of his tongue by the sharp point of his canine when he smiles at you, flicking over your face before looking back into your eyes.Â
âItâs kind of a Deftones-y version,â he shrugs.Â
âOh,â you nod, âOkay.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âNothinâ just, would really like to hear that someday,â but thereâs something in the way you say it, âDid you ever record it?âÂ
âMightâve? Maybe just rehearsals,â he shrugs, âIf we did, itâs somewhere on my hard drive.â âWell, maybe we can find it later.â âLater?â he asks, eyes glittering with excitement, âYouâre â youâre gonna come over?âÂ
âYeah, I â I packed a little extra just in case,â you giggle. He knew he was right, that feeling in his gut when he took your bag. He was gonna give you the re-do of a the century.Â
âWeâll look for it when we get home and you can listen,â he promises. âItâd be cool to hear it live one day,â you suggest. He makes a note to put it back in rotation for the summer set list; even though they put the cover to bed some time last year.Â
âYou wanna see me play?âÂ
âOf course,â you nod, âYouâre gonna be a famous rockstar, remember? We went over this.âÂ
âYouâre right,â he nods back, leaning forward, tucking a fingertip under your chin, âI remember.âÂ
You both ignore the coos and aws from the group as he leans in to kiss you.Â

âAfter sun sleepyâ is what you called it in the car as the group of you piled in, the weight of the day heavy on your eyelids. Salt and sand coated both of you, a soft tinge of pink glowed off of Eddieâs shoulders where the sunscreen couldnât hold out any longer. The ride home was less eventful than the ride there, everyone tuckered out and sun soaked from the dayâs activities. Steve gave you both some parting teasing once you let him know he didnât have to drop you off at your house once he pulled up in front of Eddieâs.Â
âUse protection,â he calls out from the window.Â
âBye,â Eddie calls back out, âDonât ever come back.âÂ
Heâs much cooler about opening the door this time around, not speedily trying to get things done before the party made it back to his. No count down for when you had to leave. He has the rest of the night and all of tomorrow to have you to himself. This time he could take it slow, take his time, you could both relax. âI need to shower,â you mumble, slipping your sandals off in the entryway. âWe can shower,â he nods, placing the beach bags down next to his Vans â heâll deal with that later. You turn around on the balls of your feet, smirking while your arms fold across your chest. He tries to ignore the way your boobs push in and up, the top curve of tour cleavage making him feel dumb.Â
âWe?â you ask.Â
âUhh,â he coughs to buy time, smirking to himself behind his hand, âI just â um â I donât know. I donât know why I said that. Why I said it like that.âÂ
You laugh, watching him sputter, âI think I know why you said it like that.âÂ
âLook,â he puts his hands up, âIt may or may not have been something Iâve been thinking about at night when Iâm trying to avoid grading papers. Thatâs all.âÂ
He guides you to the bathroom, stopping at the small closet down the hall to grab you both towels and washcloths; fresh from the dryer this morning. Itâs when youâre both standing on the tile floor, water running, that he realizes whatâs next and heâsâŚwell, heâs nervous.Â
He holds his breath while you take down your shorts, thumbs looping into the straps of your bathing suit to start pulling it down. He braces himself, watching some sand come down with the red fabric while you tug it further over your chest, down your stomach until itâs on the floor. Every inch of you available for him to see, and it doesnât feel like the horny sexual guttural reveal he has imagined it to be. It feels different, eyes scanning over you, your decolletage, your breasts, the peak of your nipples, the dimples in your skin just above your stomach. Your belly, your thighs, the smattering of cellulite where they meet, following all the way down to your toes. Eddie regards you like a painting, like something too sacred to touch. A tug pulls in his ribcage, butterflies in his stomach, throat getting tight where he almost wants to cry. Youâre so beautiful, he thinks. So beautiful that itâs unfair.Â
âWowâŚâ he whispers, delicate and subdued. A smile spreads across your face, so bright and genuine that he melts.Â
âIâm guessing thatâs a good wow,â you infer, pulling back the shower curtain to step in. He catches a glimpse at the back of you, sucking in a breath at the curve of your thighs and hips, meeting to prop up a butt cheek while one foot stays on the lip of the tub.Â
âYeah, yeah itâs um, itâs a really good wow,â he answers, albeit dumbly.Â
âYou coming in, too?â you ask, stepping fully behind the curtain.Â
âYep, yeah,â Eddie nods, hurrying back to himself only to feel the aching tension in his pants. He groans internally, humiliation bubbling in his belly like he got called on in class to come to the board. This was going to happen eventually, right? You were going to see it eventually? So why is it so weird thinking about being in the shower with you. You know he has one, itâs not weird, itâs notâŚa surprise.Â
Just take your pants of, Munson, câmon, he urges to himself. He awkwardly shimmies his trunks down, folding down the boxer briefs beneath them where sand had collected uncomfortably in side.Â
Sand in my fucking ball sack and now I have to go stand in the shower with her? Are you kidding? he grumbles internally. His shirt gets pulled over his head and heâs face to face with himself in the mirror over the sink. A dusting of freckles forming on his shoulders in the soft pink of the mild sunburn, a little burn on the bridge of his nose. Tattoos vibrant against skin that just never seems to get enough sun.Â
Eddie leaves his rings in Tatiannaâs jewelry bowl that they started to share when Tatianna taught him that his jewelry will last longer if he stops showering with it on. As his silver chains drizzle in next to his rings, he takes a breath, turning toward the shower curtain where he can already smell his body wash wafting through the steam.Â
âDid you start without me?â he asks, fingers taking in the fabric.Â
âYouâre taking forever, and I hate feeling sandy,â you respond. He steps in, the warm water hitting his toes, seeing yours where the suds hit to go down the train. When he looks up to see you, he gulps â not only naked, but naked and soapy.Â
Jesus Christ, he sighs in his head. Any sense of calming down his cock had long since passed now.Â
âSorry,â he says quietly, hand covering himself while he steps in.
âItâs okay,â you assure, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. Eddieâs cheeks redden when he watches you scan over him, a satisfied smile pulling your cheeks toward your eyes, âHey, you.âÂ
âHey,â he chokes out, the ease of talking to you and getting you flustered is suddenly harder than itâs ever been before. With a nervous step forward, he reaches for your hips, bruised and rough fingertips sliding over your skin from his assault on his guitar earlier this week. Eddie gulps when he steps fully behind you, his length pressing flat against him between the two of you with a friction that makes both get a hitch in your breath.Â
He leans in to print a kiss on your shoulder, a waft of cedar, bergamot, and vetiver on your skin. Another kiss and he leans his forehead against it while you both stand in the stream of the water.Â
âYou areâŚâ he trails off, taking a shuddering inhale, âYou are so, so beautiful.âÂ
One hand stays on your hip while to other travels up to your waist, to just under your breasts. Slipping and sliding on the soap and water mixing on your skin with left over sunscreen to be washed down the drain.Â
âThank you,â you murmur, headiness deepening your voice. Neither of you move too quickly, letting him press kisses over you before finally kissing your lips to switch sides in the shower. He lathers up and you see it. Your brows raising in surprise while he lets the water soak his curls.Â
âWhat?â he asks with a cheeky grin.Â
âYou know what,â you laugh.Â
âNo, I donât know what,â itâs a tease and he knows that, but itâs still fun to watch you get like this.Â
âYou werenât lying when you said â when you yâknowâŚâÂ
âWhen I saidâŚ?âÂ
âOh my god,â you roll your eyes, embarrassment evident on your face, âWhen you said it was big.âÂ
âOh yeah,â he nods coolly, scrubbing shampoo into his hair, âWhy would I lie about that?âÂ
And despite his half chill demeanor at the comment, he is fucking cheering so loud in his head that you think this about him and are saying it outloud.Â
âWell donât get a big head,â you joke, taking the remaining wash cloth from the edge of the tub and loading it with water and soap, âItâs more important that you know how to use it.âÂ
He tilts his head at you after rinsing out the shampoo, âBe honest, do I look like a guy that doesnât know how to use it?âÂ
âLike I said before,â you reach forward with the washcloth, massaging it onto his shoulder, âWe donât know each other.âÂ
Itâs the way you touch him and the mild scolding that makes his knees weak. Youâre soft but deliberate, sudsing him up on his chest and back while he smooth conditioner in his hair. A muffled moan comes from his diaphragm when you ease the cloth over his lower belly, soap catching on the hair of his happy trail. Your eyes flick up at him mischievously, stepping closer to him to give him a kiss. Eddie sighs into it, letting the water pour down his back and rinse the conditioner out while he leans in rest a hand on your cheek, the other takes the wash cloth from you.Â
âDo you not want me to do it?â you ask sheepishly.Â
âI want you to do it way too much,â he smirks against your lips, quickly leaning down to get his legs and nether regions, âBut thank you, youâre very sweet.âÂ
Thereâs plenty of hot water left, and it doesnât go to waste. Both of you standing in the shower, soapy and fresh where you both feel safe enough to explore. His hands roam the expanse of you, trailing from the top of your neck down to your ass, cupping your breasts and with a gentle squeeze while you both gasp between kisses. His rigid length stays pressed between you, leaking pitifully while snuggly hugging your hip bone.Â
You leave his kiss bitten mouth to nip at his jaw, down further to run your tongue from the base of his neck to the shell of his ear. Unable to hold back anymore, he whines. Needy and desperate, he does it again when your tongue flicks at his earlobe.Â
âMmmâgod,â he breathes, slurring. He feels your smile against his skin when you go back to his neck, embarrassed at the reveal of his sensitive ears and jugular. Your tongue traces the tattoo on his right peck, some scratchy shitty demon head he got when he was sixteen from some older kid in his living room. Wayne wouldâve made him sleep outside if it hadnât gotten infected and needed attention. Eddie keeps meaning to get it covered, but by the way youâre kissing over it he thinks maybe heâll keep it around.Â
He twitches when you get to his ribs, a sharp inhale making him stand rigid while you move further down his body. Your hands rest on his stomach and glide to his thighs while you take your place on your knees in the cramped tub. His cock standing at attention straight out, reddening at the tip, in some way knowing thereâs a girl staring right at it without his brain needing to send the signal.Â
âThis okay?â you ask, looking up at him with dew drops in your lashes. He nods, afraid that if he speaks heâll just spill all over, one false move and heâll end the night before it even began.Â
You move slow, hands just under the swell of his butt. You bypass his erection and kiss his hip bone, then his pelvis. He shivers, hand gripping the shower curtain rod, white knuckling the ceramic coated metal while your breath coasts over his shaft.Â
Your wet tongue runs flat from base to tip, making his eyes shut tight.Â
âShit,â he whimpers and you chuckle. He could just die, feeling the vibration of it on his head where your tongue stays. Your hand grips him gently, pumping him while you keep the top half in your mouth and against your lips. He cracks his eyes open to look down at you, mouth hanging open at the immediate eye contact he gets from you looking up at him. Mouth full and eager, wet and hot.Â
âJesus Christ,â he gasps, free hand delicately resting on the back of your head. You continue your double duty for a few more stroke before dropping your hand. Your eye contact stops, determination in your brow when he feels your mouth and throat open up around him. Your head moving further down his shaft with skill â snug and tight. He thrusts forward slightly, moaning as you work with his hips. Eddie feels himself tighten, the heat in his belly growing to a steady and churning thrum.Â
You like the challenge of getting him off and he can tell by how you keep going, down far enough that you gag and as much as he hates himself for it the sound sends him hurtling towards release. With a cruel bite to his inner cheek he holds back, but the sight of you with spit trailing from your mouth to his shaft does little to aid in settling him down. Almost pornographic.Â
You wipe your mouth, reaching your hand out to stroke him again, but as your mouth leans in to start up he pulls his hips back.
âBaby, baby, wait stopââ he whines, moving away.Â
âIs everything okay?â you ask, putting your hands on your thighs.Â
âI just..wow I ââ he collects himself, offering his hand to help you stand up on the slippery tub floor, âI havenât um â wow, I havenât had my dick sucked in a â in a long time and I donât wanna, I donât wanna cum yet.âÂ
Your worry turns into a cocky and confident smirk, âOh, was that where that was heading?âÂ
He takes another ragged breath to steady himself, âDonât get slick, we got all night.âÂ
You kiss until the water turns cold.Â

Two boxes of pizza sit open on the coffee table in front of the couch youâre both snuggled up in. Both of your bellies are full and eyes drowsy in the glow of the TV. The sun had made its way down and the weather cooled off considerably, the breeze from the windows keeping you both under blankets with your bodies wrapped around each other in a cozy post carb bliss.Â
âThis is honestly all Iâve wanted for weeks,â Eddie murmurs.Â
âWhat is?â you ask, tilting your head up so the tip of your nose hits his cheek.Â
âThis,â he says softly, âBeing all snuggled up on my couch with you.â âYouâre so cheesy,â you tease.Â
âYeah, thatâs something you should get to know about me,â he says into a kiss, âMâsuper cheesy.âÂ
âHuge tool,â you nod, another kiss.Â
âItâs really bad,â he agrees, âIâm so annoying.â âSo annoying,â you mumble, tongue striping his lower lip. He grants you access with ease, tongue dancing with yours while you maneuver your way onto his lap like you had after Steveâs party.Â
âSnuggled up on my couch with no one to interrupt us,â he says, looking up at you with desperate eyes, âRight?âÂ
You bite your lip nervously, the confidence from the shower ebbing away even in the heat of the moment, âRight.â âCome with me,â he says, voice sweet and slow like molasses. Eddie eases you off his lap, taking your hand to bring you into his bedroom â which he scrubbed to sparkling the night before. At the foot of his bed he kisses your cheek, fingers running over the hem of your sleep shirt, no longer a sputtering idiot but smooth in his movements while he eases it off you.Â
He leans down to kiss your neck, earning him a breathy sigh while your back arches into him. His thumbs tuck under the band of your sweats and panties, letting them fall to the floor by your feet â easing you on to your back on his comforter.Â
He takes down his own sweats, half hard as he climbs onto the bed on his knees, kneeling between yours. Your arms come up to snake under his, wrapping around his back, hands landing on his traps. He relents leaning down on his forearms so youâre skin to skin, chest to chest. Your noses brush, Eddie using his to angle your face to him, pressing your foreheads together, the tops of your lips touching.Â
âThis is okay, right?â he asks, the warm white glow of the rope light on his far wall illuminating the frizz in his curls like a halo. It cradles your face, bouncing off your eyes that look so sweet at him.Â
âI think if it wasnât, I wouldnât be naked under you right now,â you say back, barely audible.Â
âRight, right,â he chuckles, lips attaching to yours with needy hunger. He stiffens below the belt, groaning when your hips roll up to meet his, when your legs wrap around him. But he canât just start like that, pushing up again onto his hands.Â
âI gotta go down on your first,â he huffs.Â
âI mean Iâm not gonna say no,â you laugh, he laughs too. A pepper of pecks following from your lips and down your chest, he takes fond care of your nipples on the way down. Tongue and teeth gently nipping and licking while his fingers explore between your legs.Â
âEddieâŚâ your breathy call of his name sends a shiver through him, feeling how wet you are already just from having him pressed up against you like this.Â
âThat feels good?â he asks tentatively, meeting his fingers between your thighs.Â
âMhm,â you sigh, back arching slightly while his face disappears and all that can be seen are the tops of his curls. He dips and swirls his tongue in all the ways you liked before, burying himself deeper the more you react. Each desperate cry spurring him on to continue, each pump of his fingers inside you making you clench around the digits.Â
âYou taste,â he starts, replacing his fingers with his tongue at your entrance for a bit before breaking to your inner thigh, âso, so good.âÂ
âPlease do that again,â you whine, weak and pitiful. He obliges without hesitation, keening into your touch when you grip his hair at the crown. It stings but he likes it, it stings and he wonders how hard you can pull. When you start to get loud he lifts his head up, brows raised under his fluffy bangs.Â
âWow,â he smiles into a snicker, âYâknow, I got neighbors sweetheart.âÂ
âOh my god,â you laugh shakily, covering your face, âMâsorry.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â he says with a shake of his head, crawling back up your body. He moves your hands away, looking down at you, âYouâre not fuckinâ with me, right?âÂ
You shake your head no, âIâm not fucking with you itâs â yeah, even better the second time.âÂ
He shrugs with a cheesey grin, âWell yâknow Iâm kindaââ
âDonât be a dweeb,â you put two fingers to his lips, âShut up and fuck me.âÂ
Eddie chokes on his words, âOh, yes uh â yes maâam, absolutely.âÂ
He nervously climbs over you to get to his side table drawer, the box of condoms he found last week sitting undisturbed. He rips the foil open with his teeth, taking his time to roll it on while you turn to your side to watch him.Â
âItâs bad for your teeth to do that,â you note.Â
âIs that your concern right now?â he asks, looking up from under his brow while he finishes the task.Â
âIâm just saying,â you shrug. He motions you further up the bed, settling between your legs again, taking a chance to admire you below him. Soft curves and skin, legs pressed against your chest and splayed open for him, a peace offering after years of not getting it right. You were right.Â
âYouâre just saying?â he replies with the tilt of his head, smoothing back down to press himself against you, a bruising kiss in his wake, âSâthat it? You were just saying?âÂ
âMmmhmm,â your response is muffled against his lips, a low whine bubbling through your kiss as his tip catches between your legs. Neither of you take pause, his hips buck forward, still wrapped up in you and again until he feels it. The firm pressure of your core wrapped around him, sucking him in to the hilt.Â
âJeeesus Christ,â he groans in your ear, pressing his face into your neck. He can tell heâs stretching you out, feeling your nails dig into his back in a sting that feels just as delicious as you pulling his hair.Â
âOh my god,â a strangled moan leaks from your throat in a head voice. Eddieâs eyes flutter closed, letting himself rock into you steadily, supporting himself on one arm and the other making itâs way behind your knee to keep you spread open. He pushes up a little, hair falling forward on one side, curtaining one side of your face.Â
Itâs more than he couldâve imagined, kicking himself for not getting it right in all the day dreams he had of this moment, you look serene. Brows slightly pinched, mouth open to let out all your little huffs and sounds. Your arms let go of him as he raises over you, laying back with your palms up toward the ceiling by your head. He watches as your breasts bounce on your chest, the gentle jiggle in your arms, the arch in your back.Â
âKiss me,â you breathe,aching, âPlease.â
And how can he deny you when you ask like that? Maintaining his position he cranes his neck down to latch himself onto you, feeling your hands cup his face. Eddie grunts into the kiss, speed picking up while he chases the pleasure beating like a drum in his body, each lewd smack of skin against skin making him hungry for more.Â
You moan wantonly into his mouth, making him moan in return, trying to find any angle and speed to make you keep making those sounds. Neighbors be damned. He pulls out to pull you by the thighs flush to him, pushing back in without a breath and you wail. He can feel your walls squeeze down on him, warm and tight, even tighter when he pushes your legs back up against your chest. From here, he can tell this position works for you â which is perfect because itâs working even better for him.Â
âSh-i-hi-hit, baby,â he grunts, sweat starting to sheen across your skin, âThis good?âÂ
âYeah.â He has to shut his eyes again, think of something bad so that he doesnât bust at the sound of you whining like that. Like an amateur porn star who never fakes it.Â
âYeah?â he teases, snaking back down to kiss your neck.Â
âOh godâŚâ you nearly blubber.Â
He coasts his lips over you until landing at that spot that he found on his couch a couple weeks ago. The tip of his tongue teasing at first before letting his teeth graze it with his lips.Â
âOh! Oh fuck,â you yelp. He holds in a laugh, nipping and sucking on your neck while your hips meet his thrusts.Â
âOh god, fuck - fuck more,â you groan, voice ragged while he keeps the pace in his hips. Another bright sting accosts him when one of your hands drags down the expanse of his back from under his shoulder blade.Â
With a growl he feels you cum, clamping down on him â but youâre so slick that it doesnât deter his thrusts. You pulse, moans and cries peeling off into a high pitched whisper while he slows down inside of you before coming to a stop.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
âY-yeah justâŚneed a sec,â you sigh, âNeed a breather.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â he soothes, running his hands comfortingly over your thighs.Â
âAre you having fun?â you ask between deep inhales.Â
âOh, Iâm having a blast,â he confirms with a laugh, settling back on his calves while you collect yourself, âAre you?âÂ
âGod,â you reply, exasperated, âI knew you were trouble.â âDoesnât answer my question,â he says with a quirk of his lips.Â
âIâm having a lot of fun,â you nod, a sleepiness pulling at your eyes, âCan I say something?âÂ
âAlways.âÂ
âI thought youâd be a sex playlist kind of guy.âÂ
âExcuse me?â he asks.Â
âYou just gave me a âhas a sex playlistâ vibe,â you shrug.Â
âWhy do you think that? What vibe?â Eddieâs tone falls under bewilderment, âDo you think I need music on so I can fuck?âÂ
âI donât know, youâre a music teacher maybe thatâs just your thing,â you laugh at his surprise and mild offense.Â
âI donât need a beat to know what Iâm doing, babe, thatâs just disrespectful,â he jokes.Â
âI was a little surprised when you didnât go to your stereo to be like âLet me just set the mood,ââ youâre teasing him on purpose now, it makes his heart skip a beat. That quick mouth of yours coming back full force â he likes you like this. He could love you like this.Â
âSet the mood? Iâm not setting the mood enough for you, hm?â âYou just have a very âlet me play grunge while I get it onâ sort of energy going onââ âListen, listen, enough,â he waves you off to shut you up, âYour break is up if youâre gonna use it to make fun-a-me, flip over.âÂ
âFlip over? Yeah?â you challenge. âYeah,â he challenges back, gripping you at the hips, âFlip over.âÂ
Seeing you in an arch like this turns his brain to mush, ass in the air with hips that follow down into your waist and back out again. He smirks, readying himself behind you while his hand smooths over the swell of your hip.Â
âI could get very used to this,â he murmurs to himself.Â
âNice view up there, Munsonâ you ask, cheek pressed up against his pillows. You wiggle your hips against him, tantalizing and slow.Â
âVery, very nice,â he assures. He guides his still aching length to your entrance, and he can tell even half way in that this is a position that works for you. Already gripping the sheets next to you before his hips make it align with yours. He doesnât let it deter him, backing up to give you a not so delicate thrust all the way into you.Â
You let out a surprised huff.Â
âSee what happens when you make fun?â he coos.Â
âI will make fun of you all the time if this is what Iâm getting out of it,â you smirk. This playfulness is something he missed, feeling familiar, even in this position. He looks you over again, your body a stunning expanse infront of him â not afraid to do what he needs, not afraid to break you.Â
Things with Chrissy had been fine, sure. But there felt like there was so much more possibility here, snug tight inside you.Â
âHmm, Iâll make a note of that,â he grits out, steadying himself before starting up a rhythm. He leans his head back with a desperate groan, fingertips sinking into the fat of your hips harder with every âplap! plap! plap!â of his pelvis against your backside. The downside is not getting nearly as good of a view of your face, but if it saves the neighbors from ringing the bell heâs all for it. Youâre loud enough with your face in the pillow.Â
He sputters, hands moving from hips to waist when you bounce back against him.Â
âShit, doll,â he growls, watching your ass bounce in double time. Every meeting of his thrusts tugs on him quicker, his resolve faltering when you start to come undone under him again. He has no qualms with how easy it is to get you there, in fact, he makes a mental note to try to beat the high score every time.Â
Your thighs and hips give way, pressing back down into the mattress where he follows. Eddie readjusts while you catch your breath, letting you lay flat on your belly with your legs together.Â
âStay like this, hm?â he says in a whisper in your ear, kissing your temple.Â
âHmm,â you respond, eyes fluttering closed.Â
He settles over your thighs, reaching down to part your lips that are soaked and puffy with latent need. Heâs close, and knowing heâs essentially fucked you to sleep is doing nothing but getting him closer. Pushing in slow, with your legs together, makes him shudder. You squeeze your thighs and while he canât see you he knows youâre smirking to yourself.Â
âHmm, keep doinâ that for me,â he mumbles headily.Â
âSâit feel good?â you ask.Â
âSâreal good, baby,â he murmurs back tightly, still quiet. The ends of his hair tickle your back while he leans forward over you, drilling you hard into the mattress.Â
âOh god, fuck,â he growls when you squeeze your thighs and walls again, âFuck, baby, just like that.âÂ
He lets his breath run through his nose like a bull, groaning and grunting before an aching moans pools of out him â spilling into the condom while inside you.Â
Pulling out, he takes a heaving breath, taking care of the condom and collapsing beside you.Â
âHoly shit,â he sighs, looking at you with glassy eyes.Â
âYou gonna make it?â you ask with a raise of your brow. Body like dead weight, he wills himself closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms over the covers.Â
âIf not, thatâs totally fine,â he says into your temple, âDying right now would be totally fine.âÂ
âWell donât,â you say back, âIâd prefer you didnât.âÂ
âOkay, I wonât," his eyes close with the scent of you in his nose, lulling him to sleep. âThanks," your sleeply reply vibrates against his chest where your face stay planted in comfort. âYouâre welcome.âÂ

Eddie wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing in the living room, eyes peering open blearily to the sun pouring in from his window. He flicks his eyes over to you, seeing your bare back and steady breaths. Fast asleep.Â
He eases out of bed, grabbing his boxers off the floor before making it to the living room on the balls of his feet so he doesnât step too loudly. At the flip of his phone heâs assaulted with the reflection of himself on an incoming FaceTime call. He answers it, rubbing his eyes when a happy scream echoes through the speaker of his phone.Â
âIâm a FIANCEEEEEE!â Tatianna screams from behind her hand, the rock on her finger front and center in the camera.
âCongratulations,â he sing songs, speaking low, âHold on, hold it a little further away from the camera so I can see.âÂ
Tatianna flips the camera to show off her ring in the sunlight, Eddieâs heart flutters when it glitters and catches in the rays. She flips the camera back to her, beaming from ear to ear.Â
âDid you know?â she asks.Â
âOf course I knew,â he says matter of factly, âIâve known for months. I helped make it happen.âÂ
âHe did so good, Ed,â Tatianna smiles, âSunrise? He really like â he knows me. Thatâs my husband! AHHHH!âÂ
Eddie laughs again but shushes himself, remembering youâre still asleep in the other room.Â
âWhyâre you being quiet? Oh shit â sheâs there huh?â she grins. Gareth makes his way into frame, passing her a glass of champagne.Â
âYeah, guys, sheâs here,â he nods, âAnd sheâs sleeping. Otherwise Iâd be screaming too.âÂ
âSure there was plenty of screaming last night if sheâs sleeping,â Gare nudges Tati who nudges him back. Eddie letâs them laugh at him because it would be even worse if they were actually there.
âEverythingâs good though? Rob texted me saying things kind of went left but I didnât want to bring it up if you didnât bring it up to us,â she asks, sun gleaming off her skin and bright blue bikini top.Â
âEverythingâs good, weâll talk about it when you come back,â he assures.Â
âWell we donât wanna interrupt, then,â Gare says, leaning in to kiss Tati on the cheek and then her lips, glossy with champagne.Â
âItâs more like I donât want to interrupt you,â Eddie says back, âIâll call you later. Love you both.â âLove youuuu,â Tatianna calls back, âIâmma fianceeeee!âÂ
They cut the call with their mouths on each other and heâs sure he wonât hear back from them for at least a day. Heâs glad it at least all went off without a hitch.Â
Leaving his phone on the coffee table, he makes his way back to the bedroom where youâre wrapped up in his covers. Running a hand over your shoulder, he gently shakes you awake.Â
âHey pretty,â he coos when your eyes open, âWas gonna make some breakfast, if you want.âÂ
âWassonthemenu?â you yawn out, stretching.Â
âFrench toast,â he offers, âIâm kind of a connoisseur.âÂ
âOoh that sounds good, I donât think Iâve had french toast in years,â you say with your eyes closed.Â
âTake your time,â he kisses your forehead, âJust meet me in the kitchen.âÂ
When you do, heâs cracking eggs. Your slow shuffle gets his attention, turning to look at you he sees you picked up his sweats and shirt by mistake.Â
âHello, good morning,â you say stiffly, âIt appears I am dressed to impress.âÂ
âYou certainly are,â he jokes back.Â
âIâm happy to get some coffee together while you make breakfast,â you offer, âJust let me know where everything is.âÂ
He points out where you can get started but grabs the mugs for you, giving you a sweet kiss good morning while he does. You donât talk much, just the sounds of him cooking and the coffee machine whirring while the town wakes up around you both outside. He tells you about the engagement and that they can call again later so you can congratulate them too. You of course, gave him a reproachful look for not waking her up to start with. You pour the coffee while he plates the toast, thick and crusted over with brown sugar and cinnamon. He sets the butter and maple syrup on the center of the kitchen table while you grab plates and silverware. The domesticity makes his heart ache, because with you, it feels like this could be your house together. With you, it feels like itâs a future where he doesnât live with Tati and Gare, and he wakes up to you every day. He swears he smells chlorine in the air.Â
âYou donât like cream or sugar, right?â you ask, putting the mug in front of him while he sits at the table.Â
âI donât, but we have some. Thereâs milk and cream in the fridge door and I thiiiink some stevia packets in the cabinet with all the baking stuff. That one.âÂ
He points to the cabinet next to the stove and you snatch a couple like gold. He sips his cup while you prepare your coffee, giggling to yourself.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âItâs just, this outfit is not what I had in mind to be wearing in front of you after a night like that,â you laugh, âI thought maybe Iâd have a sexy robe on or something and instead I just ââ You take a sip from your mug, shaking your head, âI look like a teenage boy from â07 whose about to do a kick flip for the ladies.âÂ
Eddie barks a laugh into his coffee cup, âYou do, you look just like that.âÂ
âI know,â you laugh back, âBut then again, Iâm in your clothes. So I guess itâs you who looks like a teenager from â07.âÂ
âI can do a kick flip,â he admits. âYeah, Iâm not surprised,â you say into your next sip.Â
Eddie swears he can hear the rush of water while his classmates kick on the side of the pool, his own toes on the edge of the block.Â
âYou know who you look like, almost exactly?â he asks, putting his mug down and meeting you at the counter. âWho?â you ask with a smile.Â
âYou look just like Eddie Munsonâs girlfriend,â he says, hand falling on your hip.Â
âYeah?â you reply, a little taken aback, âJust like her?âÂ
âSpitting image,â he nods.Â
âYou know, before I said that thing about looking like teenage boy, I was gonna say âHey, you know something? I think I look just like Eddie Munsonâs girlfriend,â you beam. Your response makes his heart race, such a goofball, so like him, so easy, so right.Â
He cocks his head, peering at you, âWait, I think â wait â are youâŚthe lead guitar playerâs girl? Eddie Mnsonâs girlfriend?â
You smirk, falling into the bit with him, âOh my god yeah, thatâs me â canât get you in the show though, sold out. Heâs like, a totally famous rockstar now.â
âAh, thatâs okay,â Eddie shakes his head with a winning smile, hand splaying over your waist to pull you in, âI know someone in the band.âÂ
A coffee flavored kiss seals the deal.Â
Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears the shrill call of Miss Tiffanyâs whistle.Â
He nails the dive every time.
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â Sylus and Cats.
I wanted to explain a bit more about how cats and the nickname "kitten" are actually very important and related to his backstory.
First off, spoiler warning in case you haven't played his myth, and to also warn that a part of this will be a theory and speculation based on his myth, other cards and information we have gathered.
For starters, the first mention of cats In his myth, this was said by MC, but as we saw, he can almost know what she's thinkingâ it could also simply be a coincidence.

Just as how he does in the current timeline, she's is compared to an aggressive cat. She reminds him of one.

Second mention, it's obviously not stated if he saw her as a cat at that very moment, but perhaps this can sort of confirm it.

Here it is implied he brought the cat himself, this happened not long after he was released, this is my thoughts only but, maybe before he was locked on the Abyss, he might had past interactions with cats hence why he brought one to her or/and because he sees a resemblance between the two. Signalling that he can feel emotionsâ such as empathy.
Now we start to get a little bit more symbolic, we know that the Legion of Justitia it's made solely by orphans, they are locked away and trained to become dreamless, mindless creatures living only for the purpose of war, they cannot have any other beliefs than the ones given by the Sanctuary. If they do, it could lead to execution.
Sylus happens to mention that her soul is dull, she has no desires, or at least she suppresses them, no dreams or ambitions to follow, all because she was locked in a cage. She's imprisoned not only by the Oracle but by herself.
As she struggles to find a way out of his lair, he observes, watches her attempt with no success.

This cat very well represents MC past self, before meeting her dragon, waiting for him just as she did before her sentence. Talking to an obsidian figurineâ one that ignited a fire inside of her to desire.
Almost as if it was fate, the burning figurine allowed her to break free, to meet the world beyond of those walls, something that cat was desperate for.

She hid herself, her dream of curiosity, her right to wonder. She mentions being held by threads, keeping her captive, a prisoner with a mind that cannot be suppressed.
But when she meets him, she meets the other side of the coin, the pinnacle of greed. Yet she sees it as something pure, only the twisted minds are the ones that manage to corrupt the beautiful concept of desire. The wish of something more than just monotony, the wish to see, knowâexplore the world that lays at her hand.
He opens her world, he frees the cat out of the cage and shows her how life is supposed to be.
She's no longer who she was, she's not a house cat, she's now a mountain cat, a cat that can roam freely. One that can wish for, and of course he will grant it. He gives her the stability she needs to explore the world for herself, he will set her free but he will always wait with a warm bed for her to return. Guarding her by the distance as she does what she pleases.
Maybe it's because he felt the same, forced to be locked away, a barrier standing within his human shape and dragon form, something he never wished for, isolating himself out of fright.
Yet he met her, consoling the fractured heart in his core, they always needed each other, to see beyond their limitations, to be set free.

He's constantly reminding her of how now she resembles a dragon, care free and beautiful. Breaking that fear.

The cat resembles her if she never met the dragon, it grew complacent. A enslaved cat, a house cat, a cat without its desire to roam. Never attempting to question the cage that locked itâ perhaps didn't even see it anymore.

Current Timeline.
In some cards, we see mentioned that he takes care of stray cats, cats that roam freely and come back for his aid. Perhaps he likes this, he can't trap someone, he can't suppress their dreams, they must leave and discover by their own hand.
"Kitten" is an omen of the day he set her free.
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life in sakadays
asakura shin x psychokinesis!reader (i'm literally crazy)
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+ unlike shin's accidental awakening of a clairvoyant, you're the product of constant testing. that means you're probably full of not-so-great memories of the place you grew up in where kids were being manipulated into drinking purple liquid and hopefully develop powers, but you're part of sakamoto's family now! hurray!
+ no one suspected that you had an ability at the start. it's not a common occurrence that someone has supernatural powers, but they probably figured out from either a) you pulled off jaw-dropping moves like blocking bullets by launching tables triple your size, or b) they caught you chucking detergent onto the shelves without lifting a single finger. no in-between. heisuke might've got it from the latter.
+ you can lift practically anything, but the heavier it is, the harder it becomes. clearly, lifting hana and playing bird-girl is a lot more doable than shifting sakamoto onto the second floor just because he doesn't want to climb the stairs. aoi-san and lu are also ok, shin and heisuke feel like a little pebble in your hands, whereas sakamoto-san would always feel like you're holding a 5kg dumbbell. it's ok if it's for a second, but any longer and it only starts to ache.
+ "ugh, i have to move all of this because shin refused to do it!" lu would cry out, then not-so-subtly glance at you. "my poor arms have to do this work!" then with a dramatic eye-roll, you'd walk over and swing your arm in an arch, re-arranging all the new ramen packets that sakamoto-san had delivered. lu would envelop you in such a tight hug, "thanks so much! at least someone around here loves me enough to help!" then shin's sulking later only (just a tad!) because lu said that you love her.
+ and so now that your powers were in the clear, you had become such a hot topic in the family. sakamoto wouldn't really make it a big deal because he's always had shin, but he's probably never met a psychic before, so he's a little curious. shin will be gobsmacked because goddamn he scored. a badass partner for free? well, life-threatening issues such as chasing down that bounty on sakamoto's head does come as a fee for everyone, but shin's still grateful that you're there with him. he thinks it's awesome that he has someone else who can kick ass as well as him. maybe even better!
+ he will 100% suggest fighting strategies by combining his powers and yours. because you can't read minds, your plans might be something along the lines like you're the main offence while he's on guard for whatever you tell him. you'd be at the front letting him know (all telepathically, of course) of your surroundings like how many enemies or a rough sketch of the location so that he can use all of that to plan ahead. might get into silly arguments because you ran into some problems, but it's a success most of the time!
+ your powers will absolutely be exploited by sakamoto's family. need a big order to be moved that sakamoto can't be assed to do himself? ok, you're on the job, time to put that mind to work and shift some disgustingly heavy boxes. hana wants to go flying? ok! just make sure she doesn't hit the ceiling, otherwise, YOU might go flying from a certain dad. heisuke wants help carrying fifty bags of buns home? ok buddy, that is not going to be for free though. lu just can't be bothered to work? that's a no.
+ shin might be relieved to know that there's someone else on the team who they can rely on when it comes to mental prowess. sure, his ability is really handy, but sometimes, it can get a bit tiring when it's the only thing that's being used. you might be one of the only other people who really understands him
+ similarly to how shin is limited to a certain radius, your powers are only convenient with things in sight. if it's right in front of you, it's no biggie at all, but if it's to the point where you have to squint and lean forward to figure out what the hell it is you're looking at, that's where your brain starts to melt as you try to get it to move.
+ he's your no.1 supporter all the way. might get into spats with lu fighting for that spot, but everyone knows that he'll do everything he can to ensure your safety and that all your limbs are in place BECAUSE GOD FORBID everyone gets out unscathed
+ because shin can read minds and just sometimes you want to tease him, you and lu would purposely think things like "shin's an idiot!" "nice ass, shin" or "i know you're looking at me" to the point where he comes stomping over, demanding with ears as red as an apple, "stop bothering me about my ass! and no! i was not looking at you!"
+ he really wants to impress you, so you bet he'll exploit his powers to tap into your mind and figure out what you want. let's say you're craving your favourite food, he just so happens to have it delivered to the front of the store at your most ravenous state. at the very beginning you thought it was a genuine coincidence until it started becoming very specific like that extra topping or how many pumps of syrup in your drink. you know now, of course, and shin knows that you know too. he doesn't stop though
+ if shin's your number one fan, hana is for both. she's a big you and shin lover. whenever she sees one of you without the other, she's bound to ask, "where's shin/(name)? are you guys not together?" and honestly, shin's so happy that he's always associated with you. if you're not there, he'd crouch down to her height and say, "it's just me, right now. it'll be the both of us soon, then we can all play together!"
+ seeing you in action has always sent a thrill to his spine. be it good or bad, his instinct to protect you is always the same. he knows you're very capable, very, as he watches you hurl two fire trucks with a swipe of your hands. he's like, "woah . . . wow . . . " he's so impressed and knows that you're not one to mess with. he holds real sympathy to those who underestimate you.
+ obviously, word that sakamoto has a clairvoyant on his team is already out. shin's powers are good, so it's no surprise that people would target him first since he is really useful. unlike that, at the start, you wouldn't be as well known because the sakamoto family all agreed to keep you under wraps just in case people start going for you too. it's only when you join them on more missions that you have to start using your psychokinesis to help, which garners more unwanted attention.
+ shin would definitely hate that. he once saw this sign with your face that had all the pros and cons of your powers in bullet points, and this urge to rip whoever created this to shreds was indescribable. if you already know about the flyer, he'd ask if you always knew. if you didn't, he'd probably keep quiet for a while and confirm it with sakamoto. he'd hate how you're becoming a target when he would much rather it just be him.
+ but seeing you put your life on the line just like everyone else makes him nervous yet so proud. he looks up to you in a way that he's so glad that someone accepted him and that no matter what you went through, you're still pushing through. if you ever get injured, his eyes would fly open, panic rushing through his entire body like an adrenaline rush uncalled for. logic would fade from his mind as he'd hold you and rush through the building for the exit and nearest hospital. there can't be anything worse than losing his family, losing you.
+ if it isn't serious, he'd bandage you up right there and then, staring so intently with all the emotions in his eyes with comments like "idiot, i told you this isn't easy. look at you, getting me to patch you up" or "it stings, yeah? well, you gotta suck it up until we get back home. maybe if you're lucky, i can piggyback you." he stares with so much love, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched, that it lowkey gets you flustered because how can one look at someone so deeply? it's as if he's locked onto your soul and is transmitting his thoughts, despite your inability to read minds, into your heart.
+ but if it's really bad, he'd yell in your face to hang in there and not close your eyes. would beg sakamoto to run as fast he can to get you to the nearest hospital. would refuse to leave your side unless he's physically dragged away and he'd remain stoic for the rest of the week or until you're discharged. not even lu or heisuke would be able to make him crack a smile. hana would barely manage to earn a small quirk of the lip, but unless he's sure that you're ok, he's not.
+ once you're better, he's dashing to you. he's never letting you go, he never ever wants to go through that again, and he'd reprimand you so hard that you genuinely feel bad. he wouldn't go overboard with the scolding, just enough so that you know he truly cares for you. everyone's happy that you're all healed though!
+ you'd try help aoi-san with dinner from time to time. hana would also be there, asking if she can cut carrots with her star-shaped cutter. you'd agree as long as you're watching her and she's so happy! everyone else would probably be downstairs tending to the store until dinner's ready, but when shin comes up a little earlier than the rest and sees you participating in the domestic chores with aoi-san, his heart just swoons. bro is so in love, how does he even show it? he'd look over your shoulder and even if you're doing amazing, he'd tease, "what's that meant to be?" but most of the time, he's like, "looks good. can't wait to eat it."
+ it's a family you'd never trade anything for. the peace you relish in is incomparable and you believe that you owe everyone so much for what they've done. of course, minus the deadly threats that come your way, but it's nothing compared to every positive thing that happens in your saka-family life!!
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MERA MERA
Nerd Azul + Nerd Darling, both too awkward to ask the other out. Then one day Darling is picked up by the "popular girls" and given a make over, un-intentionally leaving Azul in the dust. Azul vowing to become someone Darling will need to come to in the future, a someone so rich and popular Darling will never say no or want to leave him.
So here rolls up at the 10 year reunion a billionaire CEO known for making deals. In the middle of the reunion, Darling comes up to Azul and asks to make a deal for old times sake. They are desperately in need of something (funds, a job, help something) and Azul agrees to give them everything the could desire... if they fuck him there and now.
AAAAAAAAAA OTL
Azul who has aged so deliciously in the years since you were in school. Now he wears only the finest of luxuries. Like a nice suit, a crystal wristwatch, expensive shoes, etc. itâs obvious heâs gotten very successful since school and everyone canât believe the nerd they used to bully is dripping in money!!!! They almost donât realize itâs him. His aura is completely different. Heâs no longer shy and reserved. Now heâs confident and all smiles, welcoming the conversation with open arms.
But youâd recognize those glasses anywhere. Though heâs changed considerably, you know thatâs Azul. Thereâs no one else it could be. He was that guy you used to hang out with every now and then when no one else wanted to, the both of you too nerdy to fit in anywhere. That was before you met some friends, whose own popularity rubbed off on you. Now that youâre all adults, none of that really matters. Itâs definitely fun to reminisce, though.
Youâre actually so glad Azulâs come to the reunion. You didnât think he would, but he just smiles and says he wouldnât miss it for the world. You hate to beg, but the more you look at him and hear about his company and what he does the more you feel desperation clawing at your back. You ask him if maybe you could borrow some money from him. Youâll pay him back, of course!! Itâs just,, youâre strapped for cash and you need just a little more. At least to keep the lights and heat on. At least to afford some groceries.
If heâs bothered by this request, he doesnât let it show. It shocks you when he says heâll give you anything you need and more, not just money, if you do one little thing for him. And youâre ready. Whatever it is, youâll do it!
Until heâs telling you to fuck him.
You laugh. You laugh in his face because itâs absurd. Surely heâs joking, right? Where would you even have sex? In some closet? In the bathroom? But heâs still smiling at you, albeit much tighter now. You want money, donât you? Well, work for it. Earn it.
Your laugh trickles into one of nervous uncertainty. HeâsâŚvery serious. Since when was Azul soâŚmean? But you need money and heâs made an offer, and where else are you going to find a lot in such a short time? So you agree to it. What else can you do?
Much to your chagrin, and you have to wonder if he does this on purpose, you realize heâs wearing a luxury version of his old club uniform. The nerd really has grown upâŚ
You feel like an irresponsible youth all over again as you settle on your knees and blindly reach to undo the zip on his slacks, the both of you huddled up in some storage closet. He used to spend most of his lunch breaks in here, he tells you, and you remember that because one time you had lunch with him in here. To avoid the bullies, mostly. And now here you are again, many years later, fitting his cock into your mouth because you need his money more than anything.
Somehow heâs become a bit of a bully himself, hasnât he?
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FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.2
You laid on Bakugoâs pillow, one arm pinned under your head while the other played in the blondesâ hair. The man was lying on your chest, in the glow of his preheat. He had invited you to his room after classes, just to allow you to scent everything he needed you to in his nest. Nothing sensual had happened yet, during your research you had learned that all an omega really needs before their heat is the scent and attention of their alpha. Their alphaâŚwere you Bakugoâs alpha? He had never asked, you had never asked for him to be your omega either though. It was unspoken arrangement between the two of you that you would only go to each other for things like this. He had never smelt the lingering scent of another omega on you, and your interaction with omega classmates were limited, always holding yourself three steps away from them.
You enjoyed basking in his scent, it was smoky and woody. Like sitting by a campfire on a snowy night. You could drown yourself in it. Times like these were nice, when Bakugo wasnât his usually angry self, when he wasnât yelling at you, or pulling your hair and calling you an idiot. You lived for the few times when he acted like a domesticated cat. Itâs almost as if he enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his. You truly did love him. 17 and in love, how stupid of you. But with him in your arms clutching you like a lifeline, how could you have not fallen in love with him?
You stared at Bakugo dumbfounded, his push away from your embrace wasnât as successful as he had hoped, your hands still had death grips on his upper arms. His glare remained on you though, unwavering as you slowly pulled in closer to him, looking in his eyes.
âWhy the fuck are you in Japan?â He asked, pulling his face away from your curious gaze. Despite the grip you had on him, your hands were still comforting, and safe. Not letting him go. But he needed to leave, he couldnât deal with this shit right now, there was still a villain on the loose.
âKat, what are you talking about?â You asked slowly. Your hands left his arms and snaked up his shoulder and face, something you used to do to him all the time when it was just the two of you. He would have never let you show him affection like this in public when you were teenagers. Old habits die hard because the moment your fingers intertwine in the hair heâs pulling himself off the other side of the bed to put some distance between you. Something in your eyes flickers that heâs all too familiar with; disappointment.
You always had that look on your face in high school. When he didnât scent things for you, or didnât acknowledge you outside of class, or told you when he didnât love you. The last one was probably what he was most ashamed of. You loved him, despite how badly he treated you. How little did you think of yourself to let him walk all over you like that?
Years of just hit after hit from him and you always came back when he called. Until you didnât.
âDid you get tired of dicking around in America? Does anyone even know youâre back? That youâre married?â It figures that he wouldnât even be on the list of people youâd tell, itâs not like you have given him any life updates since you left. But he would have a least heard about it from Shitty Hair or Pinky, hell even fucking Deku would have had something to say about you returning. He canât keep secrets for shit. He had told Bakugo a while Hatsume has been trying to recruit you for years to come back and work with her on support gear. All of her efforts had been unsuccessful though, apparently you enjoyed your job in America.
You had your own little life out there. One that he knew nothing about.
Your disappointment turned into a little pout, and you tilted your head in that cute fucking way you always do when youâre thinking. You share a look with the medical staff, who is all still crouched in the corner of the room and watching the two of you. One of the doctors you make eye contact with is finally man enough to stand up and approach Bakugo.
âMr. (L/N), we think that there may be some trauma do your head after the attack, if you could let us run some neurological assessments and a MRI we can get a better idea of what we are working with.â
âI DIDNâT HIT MY FUCKING HEAD!â He yelled, the doctor was quick to back away from his outburst. You were quick to jump into action, directly all his attention back to you.
âKat, itâs okay, itâs just routine.â You lied like he wouldnât know. Like Bakugo hasnât landed himself in the hospital a dozen times and already knows a routine assessment. You sounded defeated though, like you didnât want to fight but werenât going to back down. You would drag him kicking and screaming to the MRI if you had to. âI know youâre upset but Deku got the villain after he knocked you out, okay. Letâs just get all these tests over with and I will take us home.â
The distance Bakugo put between you didnât seem to detour your calming scent, but you made no move closer to him out of respect. He was mad, and youâve seen him made enough times to know to give him the space he needs. Bakugo is just staring at you, a mixture of emotions that he wouldnât appreciate you deciphering in front of all these strangers. Because what the fuck did you mean âtake us homeâ? To your home? To his? And Deku wasnât even near the fight when it happened, how the hell did he swoop in and save the day? You nod silently the way to the door for the doctors so the two of you can be alone. They take the hint.
You sit down in the hospital bed, watching as Katsuki paces around in his anger. After what feels like forever he looks at you, only you. And you swear you can see a glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.
In a flash, the omega is back in your arms, face burrowed in your neck as you run your fingers through your hair again. âWhy are you here?â He whispered, and the sound of his voice is enough to break your heart and two. Because neither of you had an actual clue what was going on in each otherâs heads. You wanted to ask him what he meant, because he saw you this morning before work. He lifts his bed from your shoulder to meet your gaze. Katsuki Bakugo, number one hero, was sitting in your lap on the brink of tears because a low level villain caught him off guard? No, no something else was going on. You could tell, he was confused and scared and angry all at once. You cup his face and pull him close.
âMy Husband is in the hospital.â you laughed, âWhere else in the world would I be?â You gave him a small kiss on the lips, pulling away all too soon. Bakugoâs hands find your wrists and put them in a death grip, preventing you from moving away. The kiss he gives you is more passionate, like he thinks it is the last one he will be able to give you in a while. You make a surprised noise until you melt into it. Heâs rubbing his scent all over you as if you werenât already drenched in it.
Him? Your husband?
A/N: Thatâs so lame of me not to update in months and I want you all to know Iâm as disappointed in myself as you are.
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go home - e.b

summary: why does she feel so lonely but constantly surrounded by people?
angst, fluff, tw for suicidal thoughts, depression, not having any idea why you feel such a way
a/n: hi all <3 i wanted to write this as a way to express my feelings recently, and also as a way to let people know they arenât alone. please, please stay. text 988, please. someone out there loves you. the river may twist and turn, but it will always meet the sea. iâm sorry if this is a bit messy, but itâs something i wanted to express as i can recognize y/n.
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the second the alarm went off on her phone, y/n felt the equivalent to a million bees stinging her head. every single day was the exact same thing.
hit snooze.
sleep five more minutes.
wait until work ends.
the bed was freezing cold despite the man beside her. obviously, she felt a love for him that goes for light years, but why did it feel like a chore to show it?
buck and y/n had been together for years. theyâve taken their time with one another, slowly and precariously loving on the other. buck needed y/n like he needed oxygen. he knew her. he knew her like the clouds know the blue sky. he knew her like a flame knows gasoline. he knew her like his heart knows to beat.
he rolled over, hearing her alarm and feeling her body adjust to turn it off. he flung his arm around her upper body, pulling her tightly into him.
âiâm so tired.â she whispers, her morning voice peering through.
âi know,â he takes it as a joke, a temporary feeling of wanting to doze off again. âday off tomorrow, though.â
she didnât think buck knew what she meant by tired.
she meant exhausted. she meant feeling like a car low on gas, but thereâs no station around. she meant feeling like a ghoul had grabbed onto her head, squeezing tightly at all moments. she meant the sinking feeling in her chest that wouldnât vanish.
finally, buck dragged his girl out of the bed and took her to work. he loved working with her, getting to keep an eye on her at all times. he knows that sheâs safe when sheâs with him.
y/n loved working with buck. she worked with all of her friends, and had the most rewarding career out there, as well as the hardest.
the losses on the job feel like a string being cut off the guitar. the losses feel like someone came in and plucked away more of the good in the world. thereâs no avoiding the losses as a firefighter, but y/n doesnât understand why she feels absolutely nothing.
she feels like a villain, just wanting to go home and forget about the entire day and the people she saved. she feels selfish and entitled, but she doesnât have the energy to care, nor to fix the way sheâs feeling.
therapy never worked for her, and she doesnât have the schedule right now, anyway. she didnât need therapy, at least she doesnât think so?
not until the morning after her thoughts eat away at her about vanishing. y/n doesnât want to die, she just wants everything to stop.
she feels like love is never coming for her, even though itâs right in front of her face, screaming at her to pay attention to it. she feels a lack of success and uselessness. thereâs always someone better.
buck, as well as the rest of the 118 family, started noticing the symptoms. the classic ones, but also the more hidden ones. buck knew her, how could he not notice?
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y/n came home from work, finally ready for her day off. she was looking forward to it all week, just thinking about the warm clothes she could slap on and the sleep she could fall into.
she was asleep when buck got home. he nudged it off as being tired, seeing how hard she works first hand. the next day, on her day off, she woke up past noon, took a nap, and was back asleep by 10. buck felt like she moved across the country by the time the next weeks followed.
he felt like he was in a war with himself and y/nâs sleep. he was pushing it away but it was still consistent. she didnât want to go out for date night, or babysit jee. if he stayed at work longer, heâd come home to her asleep in their bed.
even when she was awake, buck had to ask himself,
did he know her?
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when bobby cooks, you may as well clear your diet for the rest of the day. one plate was not an option, youâd be crawling back to the pot like it contained gold.
however, just one bite of food recently can make y/n feel like sheâs gonna throw up. bobby makes her favorite dishes, but y/n had a distance from it.
they sat at the table, a calm break from the storms outside that were just a call away. y/n sat down first. sheâd usually wait for buck to get his plate, but he didnât mind.
âonly one plate, y/n? never seen that before,â chim chimed in.
deep down, somewhere in her, y/n wanted to laugh. she had a voice clawing up in her to just crack a smile. alas, her brain suppressed it again.
âwhat, im not allowed to not stuff myself âtil i faint?â
silence. forks stopped scratching against the plate. chewing stopped, even the slightest breath noises slowed. theyâd never seen her eyes roll so far to the back of her head without a grin creeping after it.
âuh oh,â eddie adds. âsomeoneâs not happy.â
god, she wanted to scream.
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the profoundness of the loneliness in her body just dragged her down. it felt like a different foot every day that was going to lead to six. she yearned for people, but it was all she has.
sheâs felt this way for far too long, and itâs getting old. she hates it. y/n wants the monster inside of her to be murdered. she canât fill the deep void inside of her, but she wants it so bad. the depression, meanwhile also trying to diminish her, sapped her whole body and mind. it was a poison that y/n doubted would ever escape. the monster in her was here to stay. it grew stronger the more isolated she got, gaining control that would scare her to death. it was impossible to escape his suffocating grip around her and she didnât have the courage to fight back on it.
y/n didnât want to die, but she would let the monster take her away.
weeks passed, and nothing had changed. y/n and buck were two souls combined. he could feel everything happening to her like it was happening to him.
it was two a.m and y/n drove through a whole tank of gas. she went over city lines after telling buck she was going to run errands. errands gone a little long lost in thought. she sped down highways, thinking of swerving off. in certain moments, she would let her hands drift off the wheel and let it guide her.
a mix of fear and disbelief rushed through her veins as the black car sped up to her. y/n going fast wasnât an invite for him to join. it pissed her off, bad. some random asshole just ruining her peace, which seemed like it always happened to her.
it wasnât until her front bumper came in contact with the dodgeâs rear that her mind had to snap back into itself.
buck waited up for her, regardless. he knew she would come home. y/n would never drop a love as special as that, no matter the fog in her head.
he heard the front door twist and unlock, the door creaking open. he stayed on the couch, waiting to see what she would do. he almost just ignored it, knowing she would just go to bed. but, maybe he didnât know her.
y/n stood in her sweatpants and her 118 zip up, staring at buck with her hair thrown into a ponytail. âhi.â
âhey, beautiful,â buck replies, gently and his words graze her like a feather. but, the look on her face is nearly unfamiliar. itâs a whole new look of awakening. she looks more alive than heâs seen her in weeks. in contrast, the look on buckâs face contains pure alarm.
her chest rises and falls rapidly, like sheâs trying to take in every breath she can. shes never felt this close to the end of her life before. a new fear was unlocked, a phobia of herself.
âi think, um,â she stares at the hardwood floor. buck walks up closer to her, his hands connecting with her forearms to steady her. âi think i need some help.â
âi know, baby,â he starts, rubbing her soft sweatshirt with his hands to warm her skin. âand im gonna help you. weâre gonna help you.â
âi donât want to die anymore.â buckâs heart sinks into his toes hearing her say that. the woman in front of him, the one who his world revolves around, the one who may as well have her name carved into his back, was telling him she almost gave up.
he couldnât help but well tears in his eyes, but he fought them back. he allowed her body to slump against his, as they stood in the dim walkway of their apartment.
to love someone is to fight their monsters.
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