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Only The Road Ahead

Chapter 6

Description: With many obstacles against him, Eddie Barrish has found himself fighting hard to get his life together and be a good father, but bad decisions and lies will always come for you, even if you look forward.

Character: AU Eddie Barrish, played by Bill Skarsgård in the movie Locked (2025). His daughter, Sarah, also has a part in the story.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Sometimes Eddie had a bad feeling in his body after having a one-night stand. It wasn't really anxiety, but something was creeping around inside him and made him regret what he had done. He didn't know why he would regret just humping between a woman's thighs a bit, but he did. Even if he knew the condom had been on and he had been cleared with her, it was just a one-night thing. Something was eating on his insides.

The woman explained how she had tracked him down and found his number then she gave him the address to her home. Even if she had stalked him he decided to visit and he had realized at once it was the nicer area a bit outside of town. It was where the rich people lived and hid from seeing the poor and helpless on the street corner by SevenEleven. She lived in one of the bigger houses with a big well trimmed lawn and an illuminated pool. It looked similar to Luna's house, only bigger with four cars on the driveway. He didn't want to think about it, but by seeing a family van and a Porsche, and also a forgotten red children's bike lying on the lawn, he had a feeling this wasn't at all a single woman but a family woman. Neither she nor he mentioned it even if it was obvious he was right. There were family portraits on the walls, children's outerwear by the door, and after she had led him to her marital bed he saw her wedding ring lying on a jewelry plate on a vanity table. Right then and there he didn't care because he was prepared to get laid. It wasn't romantic, not even erotic, but she got to sleep with a porn actor, and he got to feel someone hug his cock for a while. He couldn't even say he was that attracted to her and images of Luna, but also imaginary ones of Hani, flew through his head.

Still, Eddie couldn't connect the feeling to something, and he let it nag, even when Luna talked in his ear with her lightly raspy voice.

“A party for OF people? Ehm…” He laughed a bit sarcastically and scratched his forehead. Even if he was on OnlyFans, he had never seen himself as a part of the community.

“Yeah, it's nice to meet people with similar experiences. I mean, your friends, do they understand your job?”

Eddie exhaled deeply because they didn't but most often he felt like he himself didn't understand it either.

“Please? I want to show you off.” She giggled a little, and it made him laugh softly.

“Yeah, yeah but I will get drunk!”

“Please, I will too!”

They laughed together, and for a moment, Eddie's head was empty from the creeping feeling, but as soon as they had hung up it came back in full swing and wouldn't disappear completely until he was at Luna's and had emptied his seed in her.

×××

It was a hot day, so Eddie wandered around in Luna's house with just a pair of red basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. She had just a baby blue bikini on. Both of them were ready for a dip in the pool whenever they felt like it. Even if the standards in her house were much higher than he was used to, he quickly became comfortable and grabbed a beer from the fridge like he had bought them himself. When he had closed the door, a neon yellow post-it on the fridge caught his attention, and he looked at Luna worried, where she stood by the kitchen counter chopping a mango.

“What is the test? Is everything okay with you?” He asked with furrowed brows. Luna looked at him confused until he pointed at the post-it. Luna laughed a little.

“No, silly, it's the STD test.”

Eddie pulled in his shorts over and over until he found his words.

“What's your symptoms?”

Now it was Luna's turn to watch him in silence until her confusion had calmed down.

“I don't have any symptoms. I do tests after every new sex partner I have?”

“Oh… So you've slept with someone else than me?”

“No, I just haven't had time to do a test but I also thought you, in the same business, were also checking yourself, so I wasn't worried. Don't you test yourself?”

Eddie licked his lips nervously. Why hadn't he tested himself? It was just logical to do that, whether he used condoms or not.

“Of course, I just haven't had time to do it, just like you.”

Luna nodded a little, swallowing his lie just as easily as everyone else did.

“Have you slept with anyone other than me during the time we have known each other?”

Eddie moved closer to her, and to soothe the lies, he bent down to kiss her.

“No, no one else.”

Luna gave him a small smile and dragged her fingers over his abs.

“Good, it's important to be safe in our business.”

Eddie nodded with a smile, like it was as obvious for him.

×××

What if he had a disease? Something serious he had given to Luna? She checked herself all the time so he couldn't blame the guy before him. That family woman he had slept with—he didn't know if she slept around with others and had millions of diseases. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're safe from STDs. What if he had HIV and had given that to Luna? After doing everything right, she would have made one mistake—trusting him.

What if he had gotten something from Nathalie or another one-night stand and had given the rich woman a disease? Maybe she would write that on his channel? Or even Luna's? They should be a happy couple for their viewers, and then she would write he fucked around and, on top of that, had an STD? He felt the panic grow, even if Luna took a topless dip in front of him and he could feel himself grow in the shorts. She was so beautiful and sexy but also the one who increased his salary to almost the ten times as much in just months and he would fuck that up by just being an ignorant idiot.

“Can't you join me?” Luna asked, biting her lip while leaning on the edge of the pool. Eddie had sat down on the edge of a sun lounger but stood up and let his shorts fall. It was a silent invitation for her to do something about it.

“Do you want help with that?”

“I would never say no to that.”

Luna dragged her hands over her head, slicking back her hair.

“Do you want me to suck it?”

Eddie could feel himself get harder by the question.

“I want you to suck it.”

She made a motion towards the edge of the pool while Eddie took his phone. He had always liked a good blow job video from the guy's point of view. Seeing Luna like that couldn't be anything else than a hit.

He started to film already before he had sat down which made Luna giggle and she started to show off a bit in the pool. He liked that view, and when he had sat down on the edge with his feet in the water, he filmed his erect member. He filmed it closely because he was quite proud of his size. He didn't think about what Luna did behind his cock until she had laid her hands on his knees and spread his legs so she could come closer. He looked big just by having her face in close proximity to his cock and even bigger when she took a grip around the base with an elegant movement. Luna looked at every vein closely before kissing his tip with an open mouth. It twitched as a hello, and Luna giggled like it was cute. Eddie shifted between looking at her and looking at his phone, seeing the same girl there.

“I like this view,” he said, pleased just before making a humming sound. Luna dragged her hand up and down his shaft but also dragged her thumb over his tip up and down, which made precum leak out in dribbles.

“How much can you take in your mouth, baby? Do you dare to choke on it real good?”

He could see how she collected spit in her mouth, so when she opened up wide and stuck out her tongue, she was wet and ready for his length. He hummed, pleased again, before taking a grip around her wet neck and pushing her down. He noticed it was a bit of a struggle, but it seemed to be easier for her to swallow his full length than ride it. He could see how the tip of her nose touched his trimmed pubic bone and felt how the muscles in her throat worked around him. He was impressed by how long she could handle having him like that before she needed to let him go and breathe. Tears started running down her cheek, and the saliva and his fluid left both her lips and chin wet. He liked the view so much, and even if he didn't look at his phone, he knew it was beautiful. He pushed her neck a little to make her continue.

“Show me how greedy you are, dirty girl. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Luna bobbed her head up and down. She shifted between a slower pace and a faster pace and played with his balls in her palm at the same time. Her face stayed smeared with all the different body fluids, and she breathed like she had run a marathon. Eddie smirked at her and forced her down lower when she didn't take him fully. It was mean, but he knew it was okay for her. When he felt how her throat worked fast around his tip, his orgasm was close. He laid his hand over her throat and pushed it lightly. He knew she would be in distress, but feeling how she choked around him so hard was what he needed to come. She pulled him out when his cum made her cough, and it landed over her face instead. She breathed heavily while looking at Eddie's pleased face. She would never let another guy treat her like that, but something made her trust him so much more than other guys, and she loved seeing him pleased way too much.

He really was pleased, he had come so hard his toes were tingling, and as a thank you, he leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her with heated passion while dragging his tongue over his own cum. He cleaned her up, licking and kissing her lips and cheeks. He filmed it all and it became so heated he moved closer to the water. He disappeared into the kisses, and when he once again got hard, his fingers softened around the phone.

Plopp!

×××

“Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!”

Luna pulled herself up from the pool and looked a bit worried at Eddie, who wandered around naked by the edge of the pool. He dripped with water after having jumped down into the pool to get his phone from the bottom. Luna put on her bikini top and thought about trying to calm him down, but it didn't feel like a good idea because he continued to just scream.

Anger is a gift.

She read on his back. That ugly, silly tattoo but it maybe had more meaning than she thought. She had never seen him like that and if she was really honest she could feel her pulse going up and her fingers had started to shake.

“Fucking hell!!” He screamed while trying to start the phone again. “Fuck!! I can just..!” He threw it up in the air but caught it in his hand, and then he was prepared to throw it in the stone wall that separated Luna's yard from the neighbors.

“Hey, hey!” Luna took hold of his arm even if she actually was afraid. Eddie turned and gave her an angry look. He wasn't angry at her, not at all, but he was angry at the situation. He hadn't backed up pictures and didn't even know where all the phone numbers were saved. Luna released his arm as soon as she met his angry eyes but took a deep breath.

“We can put it in rice. And try the hair dryer, okay?”

Eddie looked at her, and she could see how his expression changed to a calmer one. Carefully he gave her his phone, like a kid who wanted Mommy to fix his toy. Luna took a deep breath, then she hurried into the kitchen. She really wanted to calm him down, but it was also a relief to leave the 6’4, angry, naked man behind.

Eddie took some deep breaths while dragging his hands through his hair. When his heart had slowed down he pulled on his shorts that laid on the ground. He actually hated how he had that side in him. His back tattoo was old, created in his early 20s when anger felt cool and he could scare away people with just a bang in the wall with his fist. He had seen Luna’s scared face, but in his angry bubble, he couldn't do anything. It didn't happen often that he got angry like that, but of course it would happen in front of a woman, a woman who hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't like he didn't know he was scary when he was angry, and of course, especially for a woman. He was so much bigger than her, much stronger, and they didn't know each other so well yet.

He took some more time to just sit alone by the pool and calm down. It would be sad if he lost everything on the phone but it was still just material things. He would be okay. He took a final deep breath before going to find Luna. She stood by the counter with a big bowl in front of her. It was full of rice, and his phone must have been in there too. He could feel that she stiffened when he hugged her from behind, but she still took his hands so he stayed in that position. He was leaning down so his lips could press against her ear.

“I'm so sorry, Luna… I'm so sorry… I really wish I could take it back,” said he with a low voice. She nodded a little and leaned back on him.

“It's okay…”

“No, it's not. I…” He wanted to promise her it would never happen again, but he couldn't he didn't know if he would get triggered by something again. Luna turned around; maybe she understood what he wanted to say and accepted he couldn't. She smiled a little and stood up on her toes so she could kiss his cheek.

“You know, I have a background too, so I can't really handle anger, so if it happens again, I will just go away. I'm sorry, but I can't be the one calming you down and… Yeah, you know.”

She looked down at the floor, but Eddie lifted her chin up.

“That's okay. That's not your responsibility. Okay?”

Luna nodded so Eddie took his chance to kiss her, to make up but also to stop the conversation from stretching longer. He wasn't ready to hear her story. He wasn't ready for them to be that close. What they had right now was perfect for him. They kissed again, Eddie slipping his tongue to do it a bit more lustfully so she wouldn't get a boyfriend vibe from him.

×××

Eddie held his phone in his hand, seeing the screen light up. He held his breath while it loaded and slowly a smile formed on his lips. He laughed a little and looked up at Luna who stood just next to him.

“Did it actually work? What the fuck, I never thought it would work. Fuck.” Luna giggled a little while he looked through his messages and phone calls, then the gallery.

“Even the video is here! I didn't think I saved it!” He laughed and started it, seeing Luna play around in the water on the screen.

“That's good; we can post it tonight.” Luna smirked a little and walked away to the fridge. Her thought was to open it and start dinner, pesto pasta with chicken, but instead she stared at the yellow post-it.

“Should I try to make an appointment for you too? So we both can feel clean,” she joked. Eddie, who had started to think about filth again because he looked at the video on his phone, felt his horny mood go down by thinking again about him possibly having a disease.

“You get the results the next day.”

Eddie stared at her in silence but nodded. It was better to get it over with. If he had something, he would need to tell her anyway. Luna smiled, then kissed his naked back before taking out the dinner from the fridge.

×××

Luna was so sure that he didn't have any diseases that she crawled close to him in bed also that night. She kissed his neck and dragged her hand and nails over the bulge in his boxers over and over. Of course he could feel himself grow by excitement, but it didn't feel right. He had gotten scheduled for a test an hour after hers the next day; maybe he could just keep her away for two days until he had the answer?

“I'm so fucking tired…” he said, sounding like an old married woman. He cringed at his own words because it was never a thing he would say normally.

“Oh?” Luna moved away from him but let her hand lay on the side of his neck while looking at him with sapphire blue eyes. “Is it something?”

“No, no. Just tired, many emotions today,” he joked. Luna giggled because every lie he said felt like the truth.

“Do you want to cuddle a little instead?”

Cuddling was definitely a boyfriend thing.

“I think it's better if I just try to sleep.”

Luna patted his cheek lightly and gave him a soft smile before laying her head on his chest, right under his chin. Eddie looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he should have taken the guest room because this also felt like cuddling, but it was also so nice. He dragged his hand over the silky top she wore, he touched the soft skin of her thigh and hip. He smelled her hair and pushed his own neck closer to her lips. He could feel Luna smirk, probably because his words had been so meaningless. He scratched his eyebrow, trying to calm himself down so he could just sleep, but just seconds later his hand palmed her breast and squeezed it.

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” she asked teasingly. Eddie nodded, like it was what he was trying to do. Luna shook her head a bit and turned around, giving him some space so he could sleep, but instead he just crawled after her, pushing himself against her. He felt desperate for both closeness and sex but felt then he could take whatever, as long as he got to be close to her. Luna, amused by how desperate he seemed, just laid with her back to him, waiting for him to take back his words.

“Baby…” said he with a deep, raspy voice that breathed of sex and hunger.

“Mm?” Luna just said, closing her eyes and pretending to be close to sleep when she felt he peered down on her. Eddie breathed heavily and supported himself on an elbow. He wanted her so bad, but…

“Luna. I wasn't honest with you.”

She opened her eyes at once and looked at him confused. Eddie sat up, regret and shame obvious in his facial expression. Luna sat up and looked at him worriedly, she couldn't understand what he might have lied about. She understood it must be something serious because of his expression; still, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how cute he was with his big sad eyes and boyish mannerisms. He was absolutely a man, but a little boy would always exist in his face.

“I've never tested myself for an STD. Never. I… This whole “casual hookups” thing is actually quite new to me. Not that that it’s an excuse for not thinking about safety, I just…” Eddie dragged his hands through his hair over and over but also down over his face and neck. He was really ashamed, and feeling Luna's bright blue eyes on him didn't make him feel any better.

“You mean because of your daughter’s mom? That you have mostly been with her?” Luna asked without putting any judgment in it. Eddie took a deep breath.

“We met when I was 20. Before that I was an awkward dude. I didn't look like how I look now if you get me. Girls weren't that impressed… Then I met Amy, and we were a couple for eight years.”

“That's a long time.”

“It is. I was almost thirty when we broke up and during those years… I have changed.”

Luna couldn't stop herself from smiling, even if he was so serious, but it was so obvious what he meant, and it was funny how he said it himself.

“You had started working out? I can't believe you mean anything else, you're far too pretty to have made some big transformation.”

Now he smiled because it wasn't like he didn't like hearing how good he looked.

“I was super skinny. Tall and gangly. Then I got help from some sort of organization to fix my teeth. I had a gap but also crooked in the jaw, so I had pain but also looked weird.” Eddie laughed a little. “I probably looked all fucked up. The stereotypical white trash kid.”

Luna crawled closer to him and when he looked at her she patted his cheek softly. She nodded a little with a smile.

“We will check you up tomorrow, okay? It's probably nothing, even if you have slept with hundreds of girls in three years—”

“It's not that many.” Eddie smirked while Luna's hand still lay on his cheek.

“50?”

Eddie looked embarrassed. “Maybe something like that… I dunno, but maybe.”

“You're such a slut!” Luna said with a fake shock. Eddie shook his head with a smirk. He knew he kind of was, but realizing girls actually liked his big “scary” eyes and full lips that he got a bit bullied for in school was a happy surprise, and it felt like he needed to embrace it before it would be taken away from him.

He looked at her with his big, soulful eyes. Luna couldn't see them as scary at all, just wonderfully big and beautiful.

“I can be your slut now?” he asked, with a way too sweet voice for the things he said, and he made Luna giggle.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… Let me eat your little tight pussy as an evening snack.” Luna smiled amused but still leaned back against the headboard and taking the cover away from her legs. Eddie gave her a devious look, then he crawled up to her so he could kiss her lips. While kissing her sweetly, he started to pull down her white lace thong. She helped him a little bit but never stopped kissing with just the tip of their tongues touching each other sometimes. It wasn't at all like the way he had kissed her earlier that day. This was romantic. They took a break to just look into each other's eyes, then Eddie pulled off her panties fully. Luna didn't notice, because she just looked at Eddie's bleached blonde hair between her legs, that instead of him tossing away her panties, he twisted them around his wrist. She didn't even notice when he dragged his big tattooed hands over her thighs and pushed them apart even more. She just saw how he licked his full lips with a pink tongue and then let saliva drip down from his lower lip to her slit. Everything he did with that mouth was sexy, and he seemed to know it because when he finally lowered his face, he did a show of dragging his lips over her like they worshipped those pairs of lips. Luna just wanted more than that and felt the excitement pop when he started to lick her insides. He wasn't shy, and while licking between her folds, he took a grip of the ditch of her knees and pulled her closer to him easily. He kept her in that position while he stood on his knees, so he could lift her lower back away from the mattress. Luna felt light as a feather when he did such things but still had a problem thinking about anything else other than his tongue that now started to play with her clit at a fast speed. He was insane with that tongue, and when he moved his head back and worked it from side to side in the air, she could really see how fast it actually was. He really was porn on two long legs. He didn't put her down on the mattress until he dived in completely with his jaw working to make her clit almost vibrate. Her orgasm was inevitable; still, he pushed a finger in her when her entrance pulsed the most. At first it felt like too much but then it just made her orgasm more intense. She would be embarrassed if she had known what pathetic sounds she made, but she couldn't even hear herself. He worked her through the orgasm, and then she looked up at him, exhausted but pleased. He moved away from between her legs with a smirk but also a raging hard-on that he would never be able to hide.

“Give it to me,” Luna whined and made Eddie look at her surprised. “Give me your cock.”

He wouldn't say no to that, so while still standing so close to her legs, he flipped her over so she stood on all fours. He forced her to stand on her knees even if her legs were so weak but it was also what made it erotic. He had the power and pushed in harshly at the same time he gave her a spank that almost made her fall forward. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

×××

Eddie didn't feel comfortable in the hospital environment. He didn't like blood tests and intrusive questions, but the worst was when the fifty-year-old doctor wanted him to pull down his pants so that the doctor could pull back his foreskin to drag the bulb of a cotton swab over his tip. Because of his discomfort, he joked; that it should be a pretty girl doing it, even saying he had a hot girl out in the waiting room who could do it instead, but the doctor didn't even lift the corner of his mouth. He had probably heard it all before.

Eddie almost felt assaulted when he came out to the waiting room where Luna waited for him in a black maxi skirt and black tube top. It should have been her that touched his cock. He needed a shower.

“You okay?” She asked, walking up to him. His face showed discomfort and almost horror.

“He touched my cock!”

Luna couldn't stop herself from smirking but dragged her hands over his chest, comforting, dressed in a red t-shirt.

“But he may have looked impressed at least?”

Eddie looked down at her, first with something that looked like offense, but then he tried to hide a smile.

“Everyone is impressed when they see my cock. You know that.”

Luna laughed a little but nodded. Eddie scratched his eye a little embarrassed but then gave her a light peck.

“Let's go home and shower. Old man hands on my cock!” he said, grossed out again.

×××

After a shower they ate, but then it was time to get ready for the party. The OnlyFans party. Eddie didn't look forward to it really but listened to Luna; maybe it could be an experience.

He was proud to have her on his arm while they walked into the big mansion. Eddie had never even seen a house like that for real and felt almost disgusted by how much money the person owning the house must have. He let Luna, in her black dress with printed small cherries, introduce him to people. He didn't really put any name to memory because he just reacted to how Luna introduced him.

“Eddie, my boyfriend.”

He knew they pretended that he was her boyfriend; still, it itched in him when he heard it out loud. He wasn't anyone's boyfriend. He was a free man. That environment was also not the environment where he couldn't look around a bit. Some girls were really hot and sexy. While Luna talked with two girls in too much make-up, he went to the bar to order something for them. He couldn't stop himself from looking at the girls he went by, he couldn't even keep himself from smiling flirtatiously at some. He could see on their faces he was the exciting new face for the night. Two girls even looked like they would come up to him while he waited for his beer and Luna’s strawberry spritz, but just then came Luna walking with her long, black hair blowing in the nonexisting wind and her boobs bouncing between the straps of her spaghetti dress. Eddie gave the two girls a look but also there were guys looking at Luna. Everyone seemed horny or desperate for attention.

“Thank you, baby,” Luna said to him with a sweet smile and took her drink. Eddie just smiled a little. It was probably the first time he bought a drink for a girl without counting his money in his head.

“I want to introduce you to some friends.”

He took a sip of his beer and nodded a little.

“Have you filmed with them?”

“Just Lydia. And the other three I've filmed with, I hope I never see again.” She said it as a joke, but Eddie could hear the hurt in her voice. He didn't say anything about that, and when they had taken one more sip of their respective drinks, Luna took his hand and went to her friends.

Boyfriend. She introduced him as her boyfriend again. He bit his tongue but let it be. What had he thought? That he could leave her there and find another girl to walk home with?

They talked with her friends for a while, but Eddie wasn't really interested and shut down. Just because they worked with the same industry, they didn't automatically have things in common, and even if he had money now, he felt like the poor kid, invited as entertainment. Instead, he looked at the two men by the table. They looked at Luna the same way he probably did.

“I'll go and order another drink for us…” He whispered to Luna, who smiled at him and nodded.

He would have had a better night with his friends, but he would probably not have seen as many hot girls. Not everyone was his type, but he could still see that they were attractive. The men weren't as attractive. Some were even ugly, but there were probably men out there that would rather look at ugly men fucking beautiful girls than men they could just wish they looked like. There were also boys and girls that looked way too young to do porn, and he felt a strong feeling of distaste thinking about the men that probably wanted to see that. They must have been 18, but he still felt bad for them. They were way too young.

“Eddie, right?” Said a man by the bar. He was probably around 40 and had such big, strong arms they had the same measurement as Luna's thigh. It wasn't a wild guess because he had seen them together. It was the guy from her earlier videos. Eddie had seen them fuck many times.

“Yeah, Raphael?” he replied back, without changing his stone face.

Raphael stretched out his hand to him, and they shook each other's hand with a firm handshake as if they really wanted to arm wrestle on the bar counter. Raphael smirked and gestured with a hand for Eddie to take a seat next to him. Eddie hesitated but obliged because he was curious what the buff guy wanted.

He ordered a beer and a glass of whiskey when the bartender saw him, and Raphael waited until he had his drinks in front of him before he talked.

“So Luna?” Raphael began, and when Eddie looked at him, he smirked, placing an elbow on the counter. Eddie waited for him to say something more and after a few seconds Raphael took the hint.

“Are you a couple or is it just to sell more?”

Eddie looked at his whiskey glass and then took a sip. His behavior said it all, and Raphael laughed a little.

“Yeah, that's smart… I guess you're cute together too.”

Eddie had never gotten the vibe that Luna had a thing with Raphael, not even pretending for the camera like they did, but became insecure now when he sat next to the man.

“Did you do the same thing?”

Raphael shook his head.

“She was more slutty with me. You know, more BDSM. People really liked seeing her like that. Degraded, you know.”

Eddie looked away because even if this was their work, he didn't feel comfortable talking about Luna like that. She was his friend. He did have another feeling though, that Raphael wanted to say his and Luna's videos were boring. That he did it better.

“But you know, girls being slutty will also get a lot of hate, and yeah… I guess she’s trying to clean her image with you? Go back to that fantasy girlfriend image she had at the beginning.”

Eddie didn't say anything because it felt like he didn't need to do that, Raphael continued to talk even if he didn't get any answers.

“You know, she did like private shows and so on before I found her. Those tits, you know? But I made her rich, and I guess she makes you rich now.”

Eddie continued to be silent and just continued to drink.

“I produce. I have contact with sponsors and have a guy who knows how to use the algorithms on the side to my advantage.” Eddie looked up at him now because he could feel he was trying to say something to him now.

“I like yours and Luna's videos, but with other girls, you could be a star. I could help you? Make you richer than everyone here.”

Eddie looked at him with big eyes and dragged his hands over his thighs.

“I'm even so sure you could get both of us so much money you can get my Ferrari I have in the garage.”

Eddie laughed a little, then looked at Raphael with a smile, who smiled back. Eddie could feel his heart beating hard. He could be rich. Seriously rich. He didn't know if he could trust Raphael, but it felt like he needed to take this risk. A Ferrari? Hell yeah!

He felt a hand with long nails against his neck and how a well-shaped body pressed against him. Luna's long hair tickled his arm, and he dragged his hand over the silky fabric of her dress. He looked at her with a big smile. Excited by the thought of a Ferrari. She kissed him and he kissed back because that was what they did. They always kissed. She smiled a little, then turned towards Raphael.

“Hey, I see you've met my boyfriend—Eddie.” She sounded cold, but Eddie cringed because she said that just when he had confessed all of it was a lie. Raphael smiled, but it wasn't a kind one.

“Yes. Your boyfriend. You're sweet together. The perfect couple.”

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velting · 11 months ago

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🍋Lemons & Peaches🍑

Pairings:

🍋Leonardo Luna x Reader x Adam Blake🍑

Context: It's hard bringing in a social gathering when you, yourself don't usually 'social'. Thirsty, you decided to grab a drink at the bar. With a handsome fellow along with it Side Note -> Zenon Martyr is going to be the ALTERNATIVE version of Zenit Saint Petersburg in Russia football team.

Inhales......... exhale.........

She couldn't believe she was here, a place so big at a social gathering for anyone over the influence. Surprised she was invited to begin with.

Such an atrocious thing she could ever do is be invited to some sort of social gathering. Admitted she wasn’t as expressional when attending but her manager said it would be good for socialization. Despite her manager’s words, she agreed to go, but if things begin to not go to her liking, then she can go back to her private room that she booked, to her she didn’t know what the reason was to host such a social gathering. Some are for charity work or famous people just show off their wealth and status, it just left a bad taste on her tongue.

But whatever I guess, she’s here so why not made the most of it. Social gathering or not, she’s not one to publicly speak her mind out on whatever. She knows how people see her as, and she’s not going to risk her pride being ruined by entitlement in her life. Best to keep a low profile and make herself nonexistent. Better safe than sorry is always the best option.

Her choice of clothing was something she didn’t think of, not one bit. Damn her manager for making her wear something so eye-catching and expensive. She wore a red mermaid tail dress with golden trimmed on the side, black laced sleeves that met her forearms, beaded pearls at the trim of her dress accompanied with roses, including her chest area with a silver brooch, to top it all off with a black laced neck choker that accommodated with earrings and make up for it to make it look unique.

[Here is your➩ Dress]

Here she told herself not to attract attention and now the majority of people are looking at her, murmuring amongst themselves to figure out who this woman with such a cold expression and a beautiful dress could be. Truth be told she never wore something so extravagant and pricey but it’s Her’s now. Well, she was indeed rich from making more figures than any of the female football players in her country, but she never spends it on any needs, seeing that money doesn’t bring her happiness in her eyes.

“Who is that?!”

“She looks like a model!”

“Could she be one of the CEO's wives?!”

“No chance. She doesn’t have a ring on her!”

“She looks way too serious, not my type of woman.”

Murmurs after murmurs. It was endless from the amount of attention she’s receiving, when will this torture end? She felt uncomfortable by the many stares, judging her every move, but she had to keep it professional level, and can't let anyone think of her being easy. Keep her head held high and relax. Don’t let them think of her anything different.

She takes a deep breath from it all and exhales. What was the point of coming here again? It’s already wasting her precious time, and it was too crowded, loud noises, too much chatter, a room flooded with an obnoxious scent coming from everyone. It made her nostrils burn from sickness.

“So many useless people for useless reasons. I shouldn’t have come here.” She grumbled under her breath. Her eyes scanned the area and noticed a juice bar not too far, maybe a drink could calm her nerves. Not too sweet or anything spicy that could burn her throat. Yeah, a drink sounds nice. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she made her way to the mar where the bartender was doing his duties.

When she counters the bartender took notice of her presents. Smiling, he offered his help to the girl. “Well, hello there miss, is there anything you might like?” He asked in a cherry tone. [Name] took notice of his aloof and fine features. She nodded to his answer. “Da, can you make something not too sweet, and not too spicy if that’s possible?” She asked him.

The genre's bartender nodded at her request. “Sure things miss! Happy to oblige! Wait here for a moment!” He spoke happily. [Name] waited for a moment for her drink. It wasn’t long before her drink was severed. She thanked the bartender and looked at her drink…. From the color and fruit that was sliced and placed upon the edge of a cup.

From the instant she saw the cup she knew this drink was……

Lemons

The fruit garnish was a delightful touch to her drink, adding a splash of color to the already inviting glass. She brought it to her lips, savoring the moment as she took a small sip. The liquid flowed over her tongue, revealing a rich tapestry of flavors that danced around her taste buds. It was far from the overly sweet concoction the bartender had described; instead, it offered a complex blend that was both refreshing and intriguing. As she took another sip, she felt a momentary sense of pleasure, a brief escape from the chaotic atmosphere surrounding her.

But that feeling was short-lived. An unsettling sensation churned in the pit of her stomach, urging her to find a quieter space away from the prying eyes of the crowd. With a resigned sigh, she set down her glass and began to weave her way through the throng, seeking a secluded corner where she could gather her thoughts and let the tension slip away.

Just as she turned a corner, she collided with a man who had suddenly appeared in her path, his attention absorbed by his phone. The impact startled her, and in a moment of unfortunate miscalculation, she felt her drink splash over the front of his blazer. She cursed under her breath, frustration bubbling to the surface as she watched the surprise morph into fury on his face.

“WHAT THE?! YOU BITCH! YOU JUST RUINED MY TUX!” he exclaimed, his voice a harsh bark that reverberated through the air. He pointed an accusatory finger at her, and she felt her blood boil at the injustice of it all. It wasn’t her fault he was so engrossed in his phone that he failed to notice the world around him.

“HUH?! AREN’T YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO PAY UP?!” He stepped closer, invading her space with an aggressive demeanor. [Name] glared at him, the bubbling anger within her urging her to defend herself. The mounting attention from onlookers only intensified her discomfort, and she knew she had to stand her ground.

“It vwasn’t my fault you vwere foolish enough to be distracted. You have eyes, don’t you? Use them. And don’t call me a bitch; it’s disrespectful,” she replied, her voice steady and calm, though her heart raced. Yet, her words only served to infuriate him further. An angry vein throbbed on his forehead, and she could see the rage igniting in his eyes.

“OH! YOU BITCH!” he shouted, his fists clenching tightly as he took a step closer, ready to escalate the situation. “YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” His fist flew toward her, and instinct kicked in. [Name] was prepared to catch his fist and twist it, ready to teach him a lesson about respect.

Before she could react, a strong hand shot out from the crowd, intercepting the fist that had been aimed just inches from her face. The sudden intervention stunned everyone, including [Name], who looked up in surprise at the man who had bravely stepped in to protect her. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, tension crackling like electricity as onlookers held their breath, anticipating how the confrontation would unfold.

��Why don’t we just pause here and avoid drawing any more attention to ourselves?” His voice carried a hint of mischief, and his vivid green eyes locked onto the aggressor. Meanwhile, his other hand remained securely wrapped around [Name]'s shoulder, a silent promise of protection. [Name] was not one to enjoy company, nor did she appreciate unsolicited interventions. Yet, she felt a flicker of gratitude towards him for stepping in; without his timely action, the situation could have escalated dangerously.

“Thank you, but I didn’t need saving,” she asserted, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty. The man merely scratched the back of his head, seemingly unfazed by her words.

“Hah! If it weren’t for me, that guy would have landed a punch on you ages ago!” He flashed a confident smile, but [Name] found little comfort in his bravado. She still felt that his interference was unwarranted, a breach of her personal space and autonomy.

“Didn’t catch your name?” he continued; his interest unabated. “Names Leonardo Luna. What could a pretty lady like yourself be doing here unattended?” He extended his hand toward her, a gesture both charming and bold. Flattered despite herself, [Name] hesitantly placed her hand in his.

“How flattering, the name’s [Name] Bogdanova,” she replied, her voice steady yet cool. Leonardo's smile widened as he leaned forward to kiss her gloved hand, an old-fashioned gesture that caught her slightly off guard. “The Russian player? Hear great things about you.”

[Name]'s eyes widened in surprise; his recognition of her name was unexpected. “You know vwho I am?” she asked, incredulity coloring her tone. He nodded in affirmation, his expression one of amused confidence.

“Indeed! I’m surprised to say you didn’t know I am,” he teased, but [Name] furrowed her brows. “I do recognize vwho you are. I don’t have to announce my name or your profession to know,” she replied, lifting her champagne glass to her lips for a few sips, trying to regain composure.

“Wow, no wonder they call you the cold player! Do you always look at everyone like that, or were you just born that way?” he casually quipped, his tone light yet probing. [Name] swirled her drink in her cup, her gaze unwavering. “Not as flattering as they say you are, or are you just born that vway?” she shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.

“Wow, it seems like the tigress can bite back! My kind of style!” he exclaimed, clearly enjoying the banter. “How about we take this somewhere a bit quieter, like the balcony?” He extended his hand, inviting her to join him. [Name] hesitated, skepticism clouding her mind, but curiosity got the better of her, and she took his hand, allowing him to lead her through the bustling crowd.

They walked for a few minutes, finally reaching the balcony, where they stood high above the busy night streets, the city’s lights twinkling like stars below. Leonardo leaned back against the railing, tilting his head to admire the full moon that hung in the sky, its glow illuminating the night. “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing at her with a playful smile. [Name] simply hummed in approval, her gaze fixed on the streets below, lost in thought.

Noticing her silence, Leonardo's expression shifted to concern. “Hey, is everything okay?” He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her bare shoulder. She shuddered slightly at the touch, slowly turning her gaze to meet his. “It’s fine, really. I’m just not used to gatherings or having conversations this long with anyone. I might just bore you vwith my presence,” she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable, still avoiding his eyes as her thoughts swirled in her mind.

Leonardo smiled, sensing her words of genuine who She spoke. “Well, you've come all this way have you not? This night might not be for you. why not enjoy our last Night together” holding up his champagne glass for her to toast. [Name] felt slightly better and smiled from his statement. lifting her champagne glass up for it to clink together with a toast.

“Our Last night together” She announced. After that they drank Their champagne and watched the sky together. Leonardo bringing her closer to set the mood. To her she felt relieved that this night wasn't as disastrous as she expected. At least she had company for her to indulge.

Maybe Lemons weren't so bad after all.

Peaches

Peaches had never been her go-to fruit, yet the exquisite thought of them lingered on her palate, each sip of champagne accentuating their delicate flavor. The effervescence danced around her senses, and she found herself reaching for her glass more frequently, captivated by the unexpected harmony of the peach-infused beverage. It was a delightful surprise, far surpassing her expectations—outstanding, even.

As she savored the drink, her mind drifted into a world of her own, blissfully unaware of the soft murmurs that floated around the room, creating a subtle hum of intrigue.

"That woman there is [Name] Bogdanova! She's the Russian football player for Zenon Martyr!!"

The name sparked immediate interest in a certain Englishman, who was perched at the bar, swirling the rich red wine in his glass. His ears pricked up at the mention of her name, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Russian player?" under his breath, his gaze fixated on the striking woman who was leisurely sipping her champagne, the golden bubbles catching the light.

"Yeah, but some say she's hard to talk to or hard to get. No one really wooed her over!" one of the gossipers chimed in, their voice laced with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

This revelation intrigued the Englishman even more. The idea of a woman so elusive, yet undeniably captivating, stirred something within him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and the challenge of winning over a woman like [Name] only intensified his interest. He was determined to learn more about this enigmatic figure who seemed to be beyond reach.

Just then, as if the universe conspired in his favor, a bold intruder decided to breach [Name]'s personal space. The Englishman’s heart raced with excitement—this was the moment he had been waiting for. With a well-timed approach, he knew he had a golden opportunity to make his move. Bingo. Now was his chance.

[Name] was minding her own business as always, skillfully navigating the crowded room with a practiced ease that kept prying eyes at bay. She preferred to be an observer, soaking in the atmosphere without becoming part of the spectacle. That was until a drunken lout stumbled into her personal space, making a bold and unwelcome move.

“Whoa! Didn’t expect a hottie like you could *hic* be so cold? I was just trying to get to know ya!” His absurdly slurred words and the overwhelming stench of alcohol made [Name’s] nose wrinkle in disgust. Everything about him—the disheveled hair, the obnoxious laughter, and the careless bravado—made her stomach churn. She attempted to ignore him, focusing intently on the flickering candle on the table beside her, willing him to disappear.

“Aww *hic* Did I scare ya? You don't have to be afraid—”

“Please refrain from making skin contact vwith me; I'm in no mood for petty talk.” She shot back, her voice low and firm as she noticed his hand inching toward her shoulder. The man merely chuckled, dismissing her warning with a drunken snicker as he leaned closer, clearly intent on tormenting her further.

“What?! Are you looking down on me? I'm just trying to lighten the mood!” Just as his fingers were mere centimeters from her shoulder, a firm hand seized his wrist in a vice-like grip that made him yelp in pain. He turned, eyes wide, to see the intruder: it was the Englishman from before, his expression dark and menacing, eyes glinting with fury.

“She said to refrain from touching her. Are you deaf?” he snarled; his voice laced with an intimidating authority. [Name] couldn't help but find amusement in the scene unfolding before her, a smirk tugging at her lips as she recognized the man standing up for her. She knew who he was, Adam Blake, a well-known football player, and while she appreciated his intervention, she wasn’t keen on him making a scene.

“Now scram, you bigot insect,” he commanded, shoving the man away, who quivered and staggered off, muttering under his breath.

“I appreciate your help, but it vwas not needed,” [Name] began as she turned to walk away, but Adam wasn’t having any of it. He reached out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her in her tracks.

“How about a thank you? That would be nice,” he said with a hint of playful challenge in his tone. [Name] turned back to meet his gaze, weighing her words. He had indeed solved the problem, so perhaps a small compliment wouldn’t hurt—after all, that’s what guys like, right?

“Even though you invaded my personal space and caused a scene in front of others, it vwas foolish to do so… but I do have to thank you for stepping up. It vwas charming of you, Adam Blake.” She took a delicate sip of her champagne, watching as a smirk appeared on his face, clearly flattered by her words.

Feeling a surge of confidence, he took her hand, leading her away from the bustling crowd towards a more secluded area of the venue. [Name] was surprised but went along with him, curious about where he was taking her. After a short walk, they found themselves in a tranquil garden, far removed from the noise and chaos of the party. The fresh air was a welcome change, the gentle rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop.

Adam guided her to a bench and sat down next to her. [Name] felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she sipped her champagne, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had to admit, Adam certainly had the looks that could charm anyone, but she wasn’t one to be easily swayed.

Suddenly, she felt something crawling on her arm and brushed it away, discovering it was just a ladybug.

“Not a fan of insects?” Adam asked, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. She shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “That and human insects too,” she scoffed, earning a chuckle from him.

Amused by her humor, Adam leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you say we ditch this stinking social gathering and head somewhere else?” His suggestion was lighthearted but carried an undertone of genuine interest, a small invitation for a date, just the two of them.

[Name] paused for a moment, contemplating the idea. A bit of quiet time with Adam could be nice, away from the prying eyes and the unwanted attention. “Hmm, I don't see a problem vwith that,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her cool demeanor.

Pride swelled within Adam at her acceptance, and he stood, extending his hand to her. “Quite the gentleman,” she complimented, taking his hand as she rose to her feet.

“Only for the one and only Russian player in Zenon Martyr,” he replied, flashing her a charming grin that made her heart race just a little.

Realizing her glass still contained champagne, she chugged the rest and set the empty glass outside, feeling a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

Peaches do in fact taste sweet when you are with someone.

*BEEP BEEP*

“Oh, a notification?”

Says here that she got invited to Japan for the Blue Lock next stage, And being invited as the NEL coach for Russia Stratum.

“Maybe mix it up, it could be males only.” She shrugged.

*BEEP BEEP*

Wait no, this notification is for her, and for her only. Guess she's going to Japan.

……”Oh…..”

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sunthyme · 6 months ago

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🎆 New year, new headcanons!! 🎆

Hey, so I've been a bit dead for a hot sec, apologies for that. Hope y'all are having a good break! Now, for something that's been in the works since August (drum roll please)...

🎉 REDONE TWST HEADCANONS!! 🎉

First up, yet again...

♥️ Heartslabyul ♥️

WAHOO! Ignore that you can clearly see which I had to redo lol, that's going to be a bit of a theme as I looked back and wasn't super happy with some so I redid them until I got it right.

Since y'all know the characters this time, I'll be just adding new or changed things to my earlier posts. :D

Enjoy!

♥️ Riddle Rosehearts ♥️

So pretty much nothing changed from the original with Riddle, I just made her look better. Yippee!

Added thing for my University Headcanon/AU is major and I see Riddle being an English and Law major.

♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

Once again, nothing really changed except for the fact that I learned to draw him better. I gave him a labret piercing that I think would have been one of Cater's first piercings, which thankfully went well.

He'd obviously be a Culinary major.

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

Speaking of Cater, this one was a bitch to draw. I literally redid him three times, send help. (I'll reblog this with the extra between version for y'all to see)

A new headcanon for him is that he's the kind of character that has his eyes closed for the most part and only opens them when he's like super serious. I just felt it fit him. (I'll also attach that in the reblog)

He's very heavily gyaru inspired (shout out to @/Cayfourdiamonds on Pinterest, I loved his edits of Cater and they were my inspo) and I wanted him to curl his hair in the mornings, princess curl style. He has naturally straight hair and the freckles are indeed fake.

He's a Cosmetology and Communications major.

♠️ Oki Chiang ♠️

She's a Sociology major and her birthday is October 4th (Libra). She's apart of the Poetry Club (OC club).

Nothing much changed here either, though I tinkered with her skin tone to amp up the contrast and shifted to blue to a darker hydrangea-y colour.

(Edit: I forgot, I have UM for my ocs now!)

Unique Magic - "Who Are You?": Creates a mist as Oki recites the spell that induces confusion. The confusion will last up to two hours after the mist fades, depending on the strength of the person affected.

♣️ Luna Madden ♣️

Another one I had to redo twice because GOD, the in between was SO UGLY!! Ew. Anyways, way cuter now! I gave him swirly eyes for funsies and trimmed down the colours in his makeup so it's more cohesive.

They're an Art and Psychology major and their birthday is January 22nd (Aquarius). It's in the Science Club.

She uses mobility aids, alternating between a cane and braces depending on the day, due to Multiple Sclerosis (an autoimmune disease that impacts the spine).

Unique Magic - "It's Tea Time!": Conjures a pre-set tea table fitting Luna's desires. The bigger the table and the more items, the harder it is for Luna to make.

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

Oh boy, another redone one. I went a bit ham with his design, I really wanted to make him look like a heart. Found the braid idea on Pinterest, as one does, and ran with it. He's so cute, he looks like a heart lollipop. Also, I gave him braces because I love that idea so so much!

He's undecided in his major.

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

I adore how this one turned out, he's my son and my boy. Nothing really changes aside from style improvement and I gave him better bangs.

Also an undecided major. (Adeuce twinning frfr)

♥️ Bunnie Chrona ♥️

She's a Psychology major and her birthday is June 30th (Cancer). A part of the Track & Field Club.

Ooh, she's so cute, I love her sm! I gave her vitiligo and stripes in her hair to imitate those splotched black and white bunnies that are so adorable. I did make the interesting choice to give her blue eyes, not for any particular reason, they just contract the red undertones well.

Unique Magic - "Killing Time": Bunnie's speed will increase for an hour, making her go at an inhuman speed.

♦️ Ness Benoit ♦️

She's a Drama major and her birthday is May 25th (Gemini). They're in the Film Research Club.

Finally, Nessie! They also had an in between but they actually looks more like the OG than that one lmao. Gave her some little devil tail earrings and just made the hair confirmedly into a wig. Also gave them a lil fang :3

Unique Magic - "Devilish Charm": Allows Ness to appear differently or say different things to different people. It takes more energy the more people she is using it on.

Stay tuned for Savanaclaw, up next!

#sunthyme #god save me i’m in twsted hell #twst #heartslabyul #twst oc #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #oki chiang #luna madden #ace trappola #deuce spade #bunnie chrona #ness benoit #sunthyme twst ocs #sunthyme twst hcs #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland

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academicdisasterfic · 7 months ago

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h/d microfic: will anyone ever love me? by sufjan stevens

part of my drarry x spotify wrapped venture: you can read yesterday's here.

This one wasn’t quite so bad as the last.

Draco sipped his glass of chardonnay - he preferred red, but they were eating seafood - and he nodded a lot.

At the end of the night, he got a hug and a peck on the cheek, and the distinct feeling that he’d just wasted two hours of this man’s life.

He waited a few days, and logged back onto the dating profile Pansy had helped him set up. He scrolled through his past conversations, long since fizzled out, and tamped down thoughts of his impending fortieth.

He logged out.

...

Greg and Pansy took him out for birthday drinks.

‘It’ll find you when you’re least expecting it,’ Pansy said, chewing the straw on her mojito. ‘Look at Greg, no one ever expected he’d get married.’

Greg frowned at her. ‘Didn’t they?’

Draco hid a smile. ‘She’s joking.’

‘Hmph.’

‘Do you like this place?’ Pansy looked around. ‘Very gay, isn’t it?’

‘Very,’ Draco agreed, though not happily. He’d deeply misunderstood Pansy’s intentions for the night, and was in one of Luna’s handknit fish jumpers and corduroys. On the little stage to his left, three ripped men in leather chest straps and thongs spun round poles as Cher blasted from the speakers. ‘You couldn’t have warned me?’

Pansy didn’t dignify that with an answer. Greg, of course, was completely unfazed, head bobbing out of time with the beat.

‘I’m getting another drink,’ Draco said, and slunk towards the bar. The bartender was occupied pouring shots for a hen do, and Draco sat on one of the stools, feeling very old and very tired.

‘Two Firewhiskies, thanks,’ came a voice next to him, snapping Draco out of his self-pity with its familiarity.

‘Potter?’

‘Hello,’ Potter said cheerfully. ‘Happy birthday.’

‘How do you—’ Draco blinked. ‘What are you doing here?’

Potter was in a loose white shirt, creased and rolled up at the sleeves, his beard neatly trimmed, his jeans surprisingly well-fitted. Of course the wanker only got better with age.

‘Someone invited me for a date. You don’t look like you’re particularly…party-ready.’ He looked at Draco’s jumper. ‘Luna gave me one of those too.’

‘No, well.’ Draco laughed a little. ‘I was going to leave soon. Where’s your date, then?’

Potter looked pointedly at the door, where Draco’s horrible, treacherous friends were hurriedly leaving.

‘Oh,’ Draco muttered, mind going completely and utterly blank.

‘How about we go somewhere quieter?’ Potter suggested, and he rested a hand on Draco’s. ‘There’s a place nearby.’

Draco looked up at Harry; the laugh lines, the grey hairs, the gentle, amused expression. His chest fizzed up in a way it hadn’t since he was seventeen, and he smiled.

‘Okay.’

#drarry fic #drarry #microfic #drarry microfic #rooney writes

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quailbuster · 6 months ago

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Loose Threads

-ONGOING, PART ONE-

CHECK OUT PART TWO HERE

Check it out on ao3! Kudos go a long way:))

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: A series of Flashbacks from your tumultuous relationship with Javier Peña.

Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, Angst, mixed race reader, mentions of miscarriage, Grumpy Javier, Original characters, NON-LINEAR storytelling, swearing, slight reader x original character but that's a teeny sideplot, Leon is based on gabriel luna's version of tommy miller sorry he's so fine, poor mother relationship, ONGOING

Author's note: This is the first fic I've posted since 2021, first javi fic AND first x reader fic God! so many firsts! this is part ONE, includes two flashbacks :)

January 3, 1994

Houston, Texas

He was standing beside a flickering street lamp when you saw him, a moth floating not too far from his scruffy brunette hair, and the cigarette smoke from between his roughed-up fingers deterred it from landing on his shoulder. He took a long drag, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled the taste of tobacco, tar, and some other bullshit you used to try and lecture him for. His other hand was stuffed into his jean pocket, and the exhalation of smoke was shooing away the moth that threatened to poke his eye this time. He looked like something straight out of a 1950s film.

He must have heard the light tapping of your shoes as you stalked over to his spot because his eyes shot open and his head turned towards you, hand now hovering over the gun in his other pocket. Once he realised who it was, his stance loosened, hand stuffed back into his jean pocket. He cleared his throat and took another inhale. You continued walking, stopping just a foot away to place a cigarette of your own into your mouth, holding your hand out to signal for a lighter.

You never used to smoke, a disgusting habit that your father exposed you to one too many times as a kid. One that he eventually passed away from. One that might have caused you to be attracted to men with the disgusting habit if you wanted to look at it from a Freudian perspective. You used to hate that the man next to you smoked.

“No soy tu novio.” He would say when you asked him to quit one night. You’d been sleeping together for nearly half a year by that point. He’d never tried to put a label on it, and you never dared to ask for fear of losing the best sex you’d ever had. You slept, cigarette smoke irritating your sinuses every night you stayed over.

As irony would have it, after he left you so abruptly that final night, the only thing that you could do was light a cigarette every once in a while. It distracted you enough to function, but it still hurt, all the same, seeing him like this again, hair falling across his forehead, moustache twitching slightly every time he took a drag, those beautiful brown eyes that you used to spend so long looking into in hopes of finding any silver of emotion towards you.

A cold metal Zippo lighter touched your hand. You quickly lit a flame while inhaling, passing the cube back to him. He usually used BIC lighters, so you wondered if someone had caused him to change.

“You cut your hair.” He pointed out, a seemingly drab remark which nevertheless made the dormant butterflies in your belly flutter awake. He never noticed before, why now? Why when it was the late hours of ass-o’clock did he notice something so miniscule? You trimmed your hair at home earlier in the morning, fingers twitching from the lack of nicotine in your system. Maybe that’s why he’d noticed. You’d done a horrible job on your ends.

“That bad?” You strained before a long exhale, turning your head towards him. You could’ve sworn you saw the hint of a smile before he took another long drag of his nearly-finished cigarette.

“Looks… nice.”

He paused.

“Could’ve done a better job on your ends.”

A soft chuckle was shared and he stepped on his cigarette, now burned to the filter. The pestering moth from before started to fly across his face. He moved away from it, closer to you. Your shoulders brushed against each other as you tried to avoid his soft stare.

“Lo siento.”

- September 13, 1987

Houston, Texas

“I think she likes you, Javi.”

Javier took a swig from his drink, hoping to avoid this conversation. Lorraine was still in the back of his mind.

“You tellin’ me you wouldn’t go for a woman like that? You need to get your brain checked, man. I’m goin’ over there.”

“Do whatever you want.”

You were in Houston for just a week, for your little sister’s shotgun wedding to a narcissistic older man. Probably 15 years her senior. She was utterly enamoured, and wouldn’t stop gushing about her perfect fiance with the loads of cash. Everyone knew why they got engaged. They had only met three months before. Tonight was her bachelorette party, and of course, she chose to spend it in a Todd's. Freshly 21, pregnant, yet still choosing to drink the biggest fucking glass of a mojito you’d ever seen in your life. She didn’t finish it, though. She switched over to an OJ after throwing up in the bathroom after a couple of gulps. Drinking away secret sorrows never ended well for her.

You weren't entirely engrossed in the ramblings of your sister's friend group. They were sweet girls, just not your crowd by a long shot. So, when you entered the bar, you started scanning the place to find some interesting people to stare at. Of course, your eyes landed on a man too attractive for his own good. His masculine aura enticed you. The second he reciprocated your stare though, your head snapped back, pretending to nod at something one of the girls said about her college coursework. If only you'd shaved today.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, the women in front of you stopping the conversation to gesture at the source. You turned your head to see an attractive man your age, maybe a year or two older. He smiled and asked you to dance. You turned your head towards the dance floor. There were probably about 5 people showing off their measly dance moves to their partners. You nodded and let him lead you towards the floor, listening as your girlfriends giggled and whispered amongst themselves.

The mysterious man had suave. His long hair was perfectly pushed back and he smelled of sweet cologne.

“Leon, darlin’.” He replied when you asked for his name. The two of you shared a slow dance to the music, his hand a soft grip on your waist. He seemed respectful, attractive, and God, you couldn't stop smelling him. You wondered if you were ovulating. Visually, he was exactly your type on paper. Leon looked like a man your dad would shake the hand of and say “Muy Bien, muy bien.” with a smile on his face. He swept you off your feet. You just couldn’t help but feel like there was a hole being burned into the back of your skull. A nagging feeling, telling you to look behind you.

So you did, and as Leon spun you around, you saw it.

That man. The man he was with. The one you were eyeing earlier, hoping he would pull you into the back alley and fuck the life out of you.

He was staring at the both of you, drink in hand. You couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face, though you didn’t even have much time to before Leon took you back in his arms and the music changed to something more upbeat. You talked for a bit, while he took you back to the bar and you tried to swallow the massive lump that was now growing in your throat.

The man was turned back around, swirling what was left of his beer. He spoke up once you reached the bar, and you somehow knew exactly what his voice would sound like. With slight amusement to his tone, not looking up from his glass, he said “Gettin’ lucky tonight, Leon?” and Leon chuckled awkwardly, looking at you with an apologetic expression. The man finally looked up, and Leon patted your back, introducing you to him. His eyebrow twitched up ever so slightly, and when you took out your hand to shake his, you felt a jolt of electricity between your legs just from staring at his frame. He cleared his throat and reached for your hand, staring deeply into your eyes. You shook it as he quickly darted his eyes over your body, barely noticeable. But of course, you noticed.

“Nice to meet you.”

Leon told you his name was Javier, and Javier shot him a glare when he told you they were brothers. Almost as if he was forced to be here too.

“What would you like, Darlin’?” Leon asked, already accustomed to the pet name he’d given you on the dance floor.

“Surprise me.” You smiled and waited silently as you listened to Leon talk animatedly about Houston. He and his brother were complete opposites. Javier only added his 50 cents when Leon would get something wrong about their hometown, Kingsville.

“It’s been a while…” He chuckled, “So what about you, where you from?” He finally asked you.

You saw Javier look up at you, still with that unreadable expression on his face, but obviously waiting to hear your answer. You wondered if he’d been hurt in the past for him to be so cold, or if that was just his regular state. It was getting to be a bit of a turn-on.

“Well, I’m mixed with Texan. Wanna guess?”

While Leon threw around a bunch of completely wrong answers, your eyes trailed over Javier, scanning every inch of his body. He was dressed in jeans, and a black shirt with the buttons open just enough that you could see his chest hair poking through. Something about him made your lower half burn in a crude anticipation. He was painfully attractive in this lighting.

When your eyes trailed back up, you suddenly realised he was staring at you the entire time. His eyebrow raised and you turned red, heart quickening to unimaginable speeds from embarrassment as he took another sip of his beer, focusing his attention towards Leon, who you tuned out a while ago. You felt guilty for eyeing his brother like this, but you’d just met the guy. It didn’t really matter.

“C’mon, there’s no way you ain’t from Hawaii! I give up. Javi, wanna take a shot at this?”

You turned your head back towards him, he pondered for a moment.

“¿Hablas español?”

Fuck.

Your eyebrows shot up, locking eyes with him. Leon rolled his eyes, “Hey, I already tried that one.” You ignored him as you replied with, “Sí, hablo español.”

“Colombia.”

You smiled, “Sorry Leon, he got it right.”

“Fuck, what the fuck? How’d you guess that shit so fast, man?” He asked in disbelief, you sensed that he might’ve noticed your little… ‘distraction’ earlier. But if he did, he didn’t point it out. You silently thanked the universe for avoiding the awkwardness.

Javier shrugged, made a noise, and finished off his beer.

“I didn’t think it would be that hard.” You laughed before a hurried clack of heels started increasing in volume.

One of the girls at your table greeted the two men next to you, “Hey, Hi!”

She turned her attention back to you, “Emergency. Tanya’s goin’ through it right now.” You snapped your head back to see your sister, Tanya, sobbing by a parking meter outside. You panicked and shot an apologetic look and a wave to the two men before being dragged outside. Javier stole your drink.

“Tanya, what the fuck happened?” You knelt next to her small frame, lightly shaking her shoulders. She only sobbed as she showed you her bloodied dress and fingers and all you could do was hold her until she calmed down enough to leave.

To much confusion from both families, her fiance called off the wedding the day after, and everyone flew home.

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