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âI would bring you rings of gold, Iâd even sing you poetry!â
âOh would yaâ?~â
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I told you theyâve been on my mind.
Oh yeah, I also watched one of my favourite movies httyd2 and yâknow⌠got a little into it as usual..
Iâve had this idea in my mind for a while, definitely before I watched httyd2 but AFTER watching season 2 of Arcane I decided âMan, this would make a GREAT drawingâ .
And here we are!
Anyways this is a sort of âAuâ Iâve made, Viktor as Valka, leaving and everyone thinking heâs âdeadâ.
While I put Jayce as Stoic, because, in retrospect theyâre both people of power. Leaders that have a pretty tough life, along with losing their loved one(s). Also, Jayce finally got a beard and you know what Stoic looks like.
Since Valka and Stoic obviously had Hiccup, in my mind I think Jayce and Viktor both adopted a kid to be theirs. (Also to be the next chieftain, since theyâre both men of course.) His name is Jekkel, and heâs similar to each of them in terms of appearance. His personality leaning a little towards Viktorâs rather than Jayceâs.
Theyâd also adopt a little girl named Viyati. (They were especially happy with the name since they picked it themselves) Viyati is the youngest dragon rider of her tribe so far. Her personality is definitely more like Jayceâs as sheâs always putting herself and her brother out there. With, of course, boundaries kept in place as Jekkel isnât usually one to actually want to be out there.
So Viyati always respects him and his needs.
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Viktorâs dragon would be a LightFury,
Jayceâs would be a TimberJack,
Jekkelâs would be a DeathSong,
And (ironically) I think Iâd give Viyati a Screaming Death. (ie, smallest little dragon rider gets a big ass scary looking dragon, and it loves her)
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In this Au neither Jayce nor Viktor would die, but, would come super duper close to it many, many times.
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Viktorâs clothes consist of a big white hood rimmed with white tipped red fur, and lots of designs traced onto the hood itself in an off-white.
A black Viking tunic with purple embroidery along the edges and the neckline adorns him, with armour on his chest. Black and scaled.
His arms would be wrapped in white leather from the forearm down, tied in neat bows.
Giant white fur boots with black pants is what he wears on the daily. A spiky belt adorns his sleek waist.
Last thing, he has black scaled arm warmers! In which the white leather wraps around. In a cute bow of course.
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Jayceâs outfit would be a bit more complex, as well as the kids, so if youâd like me to go more in depth Iâd be happy too! (Just not in this post, Iâm not one to make long descriptions lol)
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Viktor is actually married to Jayce in this one! Their wedding was beautifully done (weepsâŚ) and their rings were gorgeous. This means, the whole family is a Talis!
So thatâs; Jayce Talis, Viktor Talis, Jekkel Talis, and Viyati Talis. Also Jayceâs mother, Ximena Talis. Sheâs a very important figure in the village, a wizard with talents for medicine.
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I have tons of more ideas and Iâd love to tell you them all. If youâre interested, let me know!
Anyways this mightâve already been done⌠but Iâm not sure. If it has do let me know! Iâd love to chat with that person ;]
Okay,
I hope you enjoy this one!
Love you all
as always art is by me âââââ> @sillyboycam
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If Mordred and Freya grew up in the same Druid camp.
There was a moment of weakness. The two were in the tavern. Merlin was telling Mordred about the Druid girl he had once saved and protected. . . Well, he tried to, anyway. Her life slipped through his fingers and he blamed himself. It wasn't usual for Merlin to chug back the alcohol like this and certainly not to be so vulnerable around people, especially not around Mordred. But Mordred was the only one who could know, being a Druid and a magic user, and on nights like these, the feelings he had pressed down came spilling out of his heart.
While Merlin sobbed incoherently over this girl, Mordred tried to put the pieces together. Merlin told him that this was a Druid girl, who was captured, because she was dangerous. But she wasn't dangerous at all, she was kind and loving and compassionate, and lonely. Though Mordred had a hard time deciphering the words between Merlin's hiccups, he did know one person that could match this description.
"Was her name Freya, by any chance?"
The look on Merlin's face at the mention of her name. . . His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he teared up. "How do you know that?"
Mordred smiled, but only in sadness. "She lived in the same camp as I. Her parents were kind people and took care of all the children. Freya was as kind as her parents and took care of all those who were younger than her. She sang melodies that I can no longer remember the sound of, only that she sang them with passion and love. I've always seen her as an older sister. The day her parents passed away, we were all grieving. Us children the most."
Merlin looked at him. "Why did you cast her away?" he asked. "It wasn't her fault."
The young knight frowned. "I was just a child," he said. "The other children and I wanted her to stay, no matter what form she took. But the adults thought it was best for her to leave and never return. He said we were all in danger if she was around."
There was a brief pause. "I asked Freya what happened. A man attacked her while she was gathering herbs in the woods, so she defended herself. His mother found her and cursed her. It was horrible to hear. None of this was her fault."
He shifted in his seat. "Freya's magic is strong, but her heart is delicate. She wouldn't want to use her powers when every night she is forced to. . ." Mordred shook his head and stopped there. "I was afraid I might never see or hear from her again. But thanks to you, I know that she passed in peace."
"In peace?" Merlin wiped away his tears.
"In peace," Mordred repeated. "You've shown her compassion. You've shown her what love is. I'm happy she could feel loved in her last moments."
"You know Freya, you say?" Merlin asked, slurring his words. "How can I believe you? What if you're just making things up?" He was bitter, but how could he not, after all that had happened to him? "What was her favourite fruit? Do you know that?!"
Mordred scratched the back of his head. "I'm not lying to you about this," he said, "but I don't remember her favourite fruit. . . She always picked strawberries for us when we were little. But she also gave me apples, because I particularly liked those. I don't know. Maybe she just liked red fruit."
It was then and there that Merlin passed out, dropping his cup in the process. The tavernsmaid scolded Mordred for it, so Mordred quickly got off his seat and tried to carry Merlin out of the tavern, back to his room. He wasn't as heavy as Gwaine, thankfully, so carrying him was a lot less terrible. When he arrived, Gaius was sitting at the table.
"What is this?" he asked, surprised that Merlin would let himself be carried by Mordred out of all people. Gaius walked to them and helped Mordred put Merlin back in his room.
"I think he should rest," Mordred said. "Not only does the prophecy weigh heavy on his shoulders. . . He carries a heavy heart with him, too."
He gave Gaius a smile and walked towards the door. Right before he walked out, he stopped and turned to Gaius.
"I wish nothing for love to flourish the world," he said. "I wish for Emrys to feel the same kind of peace I feel when I am around him. I hope that one day, he can feel safe, and he can rest."
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no stronger bond than between two people who were online friends and then lost touch
she deleted her tumblr in 2022
i hope she knows i still think about her
#she had a different tumblr before that aswell#and she deleted it#but she made a new one a few months later and texted me#she remembered my name#she had made me a spotify playlist dedicated to me with songs that she wanted me to listen to#i was so bad with texting her because i was still socially awkward and didn't know what to say#i should have texted her more#i think about her every now and then#i just went through all of our messages and read them all#she was so sweet#i have no idea what her life is like now#i still have that spotify playlist#im listening to it right now#i could make a playlist for her and tag her in it? is that a thing? do i need to actually send it to her?#i hope i can talk to her again#i want to know about her life#i had a little crush on her for a bit#even though all i knew was her name#and a description she told me of herself of what she looked like#all we ever talked about was small talk about our lives and about music we liked#but it was somehow still so personal#back then i didn't have any other friends#i got so excited when she messaged me#but half the time i was too scared to text her back#i miss her#non fandom stuff
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JUJUTSU BOYS + POST SHIBUYA HURT/COMFORT
following Shibuya, the Jujutsu boys are in dire need of some comfort
featuring: nanami, yuuji, megumi, maki, inumaki, yuta, gojo
word count: 4.7k (600-700 words per character)
cw: canon divergence for nanami and gojo, season 2 spoilers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of injuries, everyone needs a hug, some fluff ig, established relationships, not proofread
NANAMI
âHe woke up,â Shoko informs you, closing the room to Kentoâs door behind her. She doesnât bother with small talk, gives only the necessary information since Shibuya. You donât blame her. You understand why she would choose to keep her energy for what she thinks is essential. So when she approaches you, hands buried in her pockets, you know there is something she believes is that important to tell you.
âIs heâ Has he said anything?â
âHe thanked me â you know how he is. But, umâ heâs lost an eye, and heâs badly burned. Thereâs nothing I can do about that. Iâm sorry.â
She sounds genuinely dejected, but you shake your head.
âIt doesnât matter. Without you, he wouldnât be alive. Can Iââ
She gives you a faint smile.
âSure. You can go in.â
You donât wait for her to have finished her sentence to open the door. Kento looks up at you, and you take him in for a second. An eye patch covers his left eye, and that whole side of his body is burnt, badly, with fresh bandages covering it. It doesnât stop you from launching himself into his arms, and he catches you without missing a beat.
âYouâre alive,â is all you can say, repeating it like a mantra.
âI am,â he answers. âI apologize for worrying you.â
So very like him, apologizing while heâs lying on a hospital bed after suffering from horrific injuries.
âThank you for coming back to me,â you whisper into his neck, tears rolling freely from your cheeks. âI donâtâ I donâtââ I donât know how I would have kept living without you.
His eye is filled with fondness and love, when he looks at you.
âDoes it hurt a lot?â you ask, gesturing at his left side.
âIt does not,â he answers. âShokoâs abilities are quite remarkable for that. I am healed. The bandages are mostly to stop the skin from becoming too dry â due to the size of the area, she couldnât do it all herself.â
âThen⌠can I kiss you?â
He swallows around the lump in his throat. If he is honest, when Shoko talked to him after he woke up, one of his greatest fears was that you would be disgusted by him. He knows you find him handsome â found him handsome, at least. He knows that this was thinking far too little of you, and yet relief washes over him at your question.
âYou can always kiss me.â
Youâre cautious when you do, donât want to risk hurting him, despite what heâs just told you. Your lips feel like coming home, and he loses himself in you, if only for a moment. All too soon, he feels the need to pull away for air. Even with Shokoâs miracle work, he feels weak, a sensation he finds himself hating with his entire being. He likes being strong, likes being your rock, likes supporting you in any situation. He despises the fact that that has been taken away from him.
âI think it would be for the best if I spent the night here,â he tells you. âThe chair isnât very comfortable, so if you wish to go home, I wouldnâtââ
You shake your head immediately.
âIâm not leaving you anytime soon. Iâm spending the night here. Iâm sure I can find a pillow and a blanket somewhere, and I will be just fine with that.â
Arenât you just adorable when youâve made up your mind?
âIf that is okay with you, thatâs fine with me,â he nods. âBut, firstâŚâ He opens his arm on the right side. âWould you join me?â
There isnât much space in the bed for the two of you, but you make it fit, leaning against the wall so he can have his head against your chest. Even though he wants nothing more than to revel in the moment, he feels his eyes closing, lulled by the beating of your heart and your fingers carding through his hair.
He loves taking care of you but he supposes that, for the time being, it wonât be too bad if heâs the one being taken care of.
YUUJI
Finding Yuuji following the Shibuya Incident requires you to venture into the belly of Tokyo, making your way through curse after curse, stepping over the bodies of sorcerers and humans alike, never taking the time to stop. At least Megumi had warned you that he was likely to keep moving, so you hadnât given up hope yet, but youâd be lying if you said you werenât afraid for him. Not physically, no, you didnât think there was anything left here that could actually hurt him, but, based on what Megumi had told you, his head hung low, you can only imagine how devastated he must be.
You spot him when he finishes off a curse, on a rooftop near you. It isnât long before you land there yourself, and there he is.
âYuuji!â
He freezes when you call out his name, and turns towards you oh so slowly. When he looks at you, you could almost cry with relief. There he is, your Yuuji. A little worse for wear, but alright. You take a step towards him, ready to run into his arms, when he takes a step back.
A tall man wearing a kimono, his hair tied into two buns, lands in front of him, between the two of you.
âWho is that?â he asks Yuuji. âDo you want me to take care of it?â
There is quiet resolution in his voice. He doesnât sound like he wants to kill you, but you donât think he would hesitate to do it.
âN-no,â Yuji says, his voice hoarse. âNo, itâs alright, Choso. Would you mindâŚ?â
The man nods, still not showing any emotions.
âOf course. Iâll give the two of you some space.â
He throws you a threatening glance â as if you could ever be a threat to Yuuji â before jumping off the building.
You take another step forward. This time, Yuuji doesnât move, but he refuses to meet your eyes.
âDonât,â he says. He sounds weak.
Another step.
âWhy not?â
He closes his eyes.
âIâve killedââ A deep, shuddering breath. ââso many people.â
Step.
âThat wasnât you.â
You say it softly, gently, but youâre not sure that he can hear you, as he is now.
âItâs still my fault.â
His voice is no stronger than a whisper.
âIt was Sukunaâs doing.â Step. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â Step.
Youâre close to him now, close enough to see his hands balled up into fists, his lower lip trembling, how he scrunches his face so he doesnât cry.
âYuji,â you call, and in your mouth, his name sounds like a term of endearment. âItâs not your fault.â
He shakes his head, but doesnât have anything more to say. He wants so, so badly to believe you, but his heart, his mind, and Sukunaâs voice in the back of his head are all whispering that youâre lying. When you reach him, your hands go up to his face, cradle it like itâs a precious porcelain. You trace the scar on his forehead, stroke the one on his lip with your thumb, and then you press your lips against it with great care.
And he falls apart.
Your arms are around him as he lets himself fall to the ground, and you let him bury his head in the crook of your neck as he sobs, let him hold on to you like a drowning man to a lifeline. You stroke the back of his head gently. The motion is soothing. Soft. Loving.
âIâm a monster,â he chokes, and tears fill your eyes.
âYouâre not,â you promise, voice breaking. âYouâre not. I love you. I love you. I love you.â
He gasps like heâs breathing for the first time in days, and you keep him there, in your arms. Heâs not okay yet â wonât be for a long time. But heâs alive. Heâs breathing. Heâs moving forward, one small step at a time.
You will be here to support him until he can stand on his own again.
No matter how long it takes.
MEGUMI
Megumi has always been the quiet type. He keeps his feelings close to his chest, lets people in on his thoughts only in spare, carefully chosen sentences. He turns away if emotions overwhelm in, deals with the worst of it privately, would never let anything spill out if he could help him. Emotions are his problems, and he cannot bear the thought of them hurting someone other than him.
Still, youâve always been able to read him. The softness in his eyes when he looks at Yuuji and Nobara, the smile he doesnât quite allow to make its way to his lips when Gojo decides to spoil him, the way he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest so he can hide his face in your neck, even if you can spot his ears turning red. The way the corner of his lips turn down, too, when his mind drifts towards Tsumiki, the twitch in his jaw when someone brings up his father, the clench of his fists when he feels hopeless.
You can read him like a book.
He is even quieter when he comes back from Shibuya, and his emotions are expressed even more minutely, blink and youâll miss it.
You can only watch from the audience in one of the numerous meetings that follow his return. Him and a number of other sorcerers testify, and you have to hear him recounting the same details over and over. Youâre here to see, helpless, how he lowers his gaze when several sorcerers recommend Yuujiâs execution, and how his eyes dull when his sentencing is pronounced.
But he never comes to you. At first, you assume he canât â there are a number of physicals for him to clear. You reason that he must be exhausted, must want his space for now, and resolve to give it to him. Itâs on the day of the last council, when he averts his eyes to avoid meeting yours, that you realize what was happening.
Heâs been avoiding you.
Itâs a half-hearted attempt, one that comes to an end when you knock against the open door to his room. He doesnât look up at you when he answers.
âCome in.â
His room is almost bare, but you know he keeps pictures from the two of you in his drawers.
You sit on the bed next to him, let your knee brush against his. He doesnât move away.
âI havenât seen you since you came back,â you say. You know better than to broach the subject directly, wouldnât want to spook him.
âI know,â he sighs. âIâm sorry.â
âYou donât have to be. I just came to check in on you.â
Heâs quiet for longer than he should be.
ââŚI have to go back out there. I have to talk to Itadori.â
You read between the lines. You know that he would give you more than that if he felt he could, understand that he is trying to make this as painless for you as he can.
You reach for his hands and squeeze it.
âOkay.â
Thereâs a pause.
ââŚyou sure?â
You know thatâs not the question heâs asking. You know he wants you to feel able to yell at him, protest, scream until thereâs nothing left of the two of you, all so that you will feel better, even if he leaves unloved and a little more shattered than he was when he arrived.
âIâm sure.â
The sigh of relief he lets out sounds more like a sob. Next thing you know, heâs letting his head drop onto your shoulder, black hair tickling your neck.
âIâm sorry,â he says again. âIâm sorry. Can Iâ Can I just stay like this a little longer? Please?â
You keep yourself still, reach up to cup his cheek, stroke it softly.
âAs long as you need.â
He moves his head so he can press a kiss to your cheek, lets his lips linger there longer than he needs to. When he turns around, you see heâs turned crimson.
The outside world might have turned into hell, but this room hasnât yet.
In here, the two of you can hope that simpler, happier times will come again some day.
MAKI
Maki supposes that there are worse ways to wake up than with her head in your lap. By the time she comes to, Reverse Cursed Technique has done its job â mostly. If she could muster it, she would be glad that she wasnât awake to feel it processing. Itâs always felt foreign to her, and she hates feeling it on her body.
What she hates more, though, is the tingling of the burns on her face and body.
âIsnât there anything to be done about that?â youâre asking Shoko when her eyes flutter open. Youâre mindlessly running your fingers over the scarred skin, and it feels fresh and soothing.
âIâm sorry,â Shoko says, sounding exhausted but always taking the time to answer studentsâ concerns. âRCT canât fix burns. Non-sorcerers have done some progress in that domain, I think. Maybe sheâll want to look into it.â
âI hope she wonât care,â you mumble.
âWhy,â Maki asks, and you look down at her in shock, âis it that bad?â
She pushes herself up, looking around for her glasses, but stops when she realizes both you and Shoko are staring at her, mouth gaping.
âYouâre something else,â Shoko finally comments, a tired grin forming on her lips. âThought youâd be asleep for at least another day. Well, if you need anything, Iâll be in the next room, alright?â
She leaves with a wave of her hand, some of the weight of the past week taken off her shoulders, now that sheâs done her work.
When Maki turns to look back at you, you already have her glasses in your hand. Youâre careful when you pass the branches over her ears to put them on her, and she lets you do it, studying your expression. Your eyes are red from crying, and you look tired, too, but at least she cannot see any injuries on you.
âSo?â she raises an eyebrow at you, and her skin stretches uncomfortably. âDo I really look that terrible?â
You shake your head and smile at her, reaching up to cup her cheek.
âYouâre as stunning as always. Iâd just hate it if you thought otherwise.â
She leans into your touch, closing her eyes. Her whole body aches. She cannot pinpoint any real physical pain, but there is an overall soreness that she wants to stretch out. She would, if she could bear the thought of losing your touch, if only for a second.
âWhat about my hair?â she asks, trying to add a playful inflexion to her tone. âDonât tell me you let them do whatever they wanted with it.â
You shake your head, mirroring her expression.
âItâs like you donât even know me,â you say with a fake eyeroll. âIâll have you know it looks super stylish.â
She nods, then turns her head to kiss the inside of your palm. She likes the way it flusters you, how you bite your lip and glance away to hide it from her.
âDo youâ do you want to hear about what else has happened?â
Her smile dims, and she shakes her head.
âCan I get a minute of this first?â Her voice comes out hoarser than she would like. âY-you can tell me afterwards. I justâ I just need a minute.â
âOf course,â you reply, softly.
When you open your arms, she doesnât hesitate a second to plunge in. She rests her cheek against your chest, and you wrap her in a tight hug that she returns without missing a beat. Youâre warm and soft, as you always are.
Sheâll get back to fighting, to throwing her whole body in the line of fire soon enough, that is a promise. Sheâll mourn the dead, sheâll shed tears.
But first, she gets a minute of respite, in the arms of the only person that can give it to her.
INUMAKI
You rush through the emergency room, unbridled fear in your veins. The place is a morgue. There are more dead than living in here, and youâd be horrified if your mind wasnât focused on one person and one person only â one that you cannot find. Cursed energy is no use right now, not with the place being such a mess.
âIeiri!â you finally call when you see her passing by, pale as a corpse, not examining a body for more than handful of seconds before moving on to the next. âWhereâ Where is Toge?â
She looks straight through you. The dark circles under her eyes are even deeper than usual.
âAlive. That way.â
She point vaguely in a direction and then sheâs gone, but itâs all you need. You find yourself running, unceremoniously opening and closing doors in your desperate search for him. When you find him, you could almost cry in relief.
âToge,â you call, and youâre afraid your legs will give in underneath you.
He looks at you with wide eyes â eyes that you love so much, because they always say everything his lips canât. Despite everything thatâs happened tonight, theyâre full of life, and that is the sight youâd been hoping for the most.
Itâs only after looking inside that you realize whatâs happened to his arm.
You walk over to him, sit on the chair next to his bed. He holds his hand out for you to take, and when you do, he squeezes it between his fingers, three times. His own, silent way of saying âI love youâ. You lean forward, resting your elbows on the bed and hanging your head low.
âIâm so glad youâre okay,â you whisper. âI was so scared.â
You feel his lips on the top of your head, and you cannot help but smile. It feels selfish, smiling in such circumstances, when so many people have lost their lives and their loved ones. But youâre reunited with him, and it is the only reaction that feels appropriate. You look up at him. Without his usual clothes, the seal on his mouth is on full display.
âDo you want a scarf?â you ask, gesturing at your bag. You always carry one, as well as cough syrup, just in case.
Fondness flashes in his eyes, but he shakes his head. Reluctantly, he lets go of your hand to tap on his phone. The movements are clumsy, and a knot forms in your throat, watching him do it, but you canât think of anything to do to help him.
âNo need,â the phone reads when he turns it back towards you. And then, after a line break âSukuna attacked.â
Youâd hear about that. You⌠had just hoped it wasnât true.
âSo, ItadoriâŚ?â
âBonito flakes,â he answers, shaking his head. Silence falls on the room.
You usually like silence with him. It feels comfortable, like an old friend youâre happy to welcome. Tonight, though, you feel the need to blurt out âIâm so happy youâre okay.â
His lips turn downward, and he gestures at his arm dejectedly, but you shake your head, and you stand up so you can sit on the bed, by his legs. You grab his hand in both of yours.
âI would take anything as long as it means youâre back here with me. I knowâ I know itâs selfish, but I justâ Youâre everything.â
Toge presses his forehead against yours when you start crying. Gently, he frees his hand so he can wipe the tears running down your cheeks. He doesnât get to express his emotions freely, so you do it for the two of you, thatâs how itâs always been between you. That doesnât stop him from tilting your chin so he can press his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and gentle.
âI love you,â you say for the both of you.
He wishes he could tell you that he hasnât felt like heâd truly made it back from Shibuya until he saw you walking through the door.
When he kisses you again, he thinks youâre aware of it.
YUTA
âThey agreed to entrust me with Itadoriâs execution,â Yuta tells you when he finds you, anxiously waiting for him to come out of his meeting with the higher-ups. âI had to take a binding vow, but that wonât be a problem.â
He says it so casually, and you canât help but sigh. Immediately, his eyes fill with worry.
âIs something wrong?â
You can feel his eyes scanning you, looking for an injury, and that brings a faint smile out of you. As if anything could hurt you here, in one of the last jujutsu strong place in Japan.
âI just wish you wouldnât have to do that,â you admit with a shrug. âI wish there was another solution.â I wish you didnât think the weight of the world is yours to take now that Gojo isnât here to bear it.
âOh!â He lights up, and you hate that he feels relief, because to him, it is inconsequential as long as itâs happening to him. âThatâs okay. You donât have to worry about me.â
Well, someone has to, since he wonât do it himself. You reach for his hand, fiddling with his fingers, and you canât help but smile when you feel him freeze. You canât believe he still reacts to your touch that way, no matter how many times you do it.
âBreathe,â you say, glancing up at him.
He flushes when he realizes he was, indeed, holding his breath.
âSorry,â he mumbles. He doesnât have to apologize, but he always does.
âThen Iâll go and keep an eye on Toge and Maki,â you decide. âI heard Makiâs recovering well, but Iâll see if thereâs anything more they need. Maybe Iâll help Toge get back to his family.â
Yuta hesitates.
âYou donâtâ You donât have to do that for me, you know?â
Ha. Guilty as charged. Youâre just trying to take some of the weight off his shoulders so he wonât have to carry it all alone. You wrap your arms around his neck, smile when he turns even redder. He doesnât move away from you though, and, after hesitating, he even closes his hands on your waist. The touch is feather-light, and you think heâd take them off if you breathed a little too hard. But itâs there, and heâs come a long way, truly.
âI know. I just want to.â
Heâs crimson, but his eyes still soften at your words. With a sigh, he leans his forehead against yours.
âWhat have I done to get this lucky?â he marvels, and he sounds so loving you think you might just melt in your spot.
âYou deserve the world,â you answer truthfully.
He lets out an embarrassed laugh that you interrupt with a kiss. His lips are soft and cautious against yours, and he is nothing but tender. You know heâs doing his best to restrain himself, both because youâre in a public space where someone could walk by and because it takes a lot more to get him out of his shell.
âWh-what was that for?â he asks when you pull away, a pout in his voice.
âFor luck,â you hum in reply. âYou better come back to me.â
His fingers tighten on your waist. He doesnât want to let go. If he could shut the whole world out and live only in your arms, he thinks he would do it in a heartbeat. But there are people out there who need saving, and you know even you canât stop him from going to help them.
âIâll keep your friends safe until then, okay?â
No matter what you tell him, he still doesnât think heâs done anything to deserve you. That means he should let go of you, be on his way and wish you well on yours. Instead, in an impulsive move, he wraps his arms tighter around your waist to pull you flush against his chest in a tight hug.
You laugh in surprise and hug him back, and in that moment, he is absolutely certain that there is nothing that could stop him from coming back to you.
GOJO
âGuess whoâs back!â Satoru calls when he walks into your home as if nothingâs happened, as if you havenât spent hours on the phone with various sorcerers, trying to understand what on earth was happening and if he was even still alive.
You turn to look at him with daggers in your eyes, and you want to scream, but you donât find the words when you take in the sight of him. Thereâs blood on his face that he hasnât bothered to wipe off, his clothes are torn, the blindfold heâs holding in his hand is in an even sorrier state, and despite the smile on his face, you donât think there is a muscle to his body that isnât in a state a tension.
âAre you okay?â you ask.
He shrugs, walks across the room to grab a towel that he vigorously rubs against his face.
âIâm always okay.â
The sentence sounds empty, and youâre about to go up to him when he drops the towel to move towards the bathroom with a groan.
âItâs not coming off,â he says before splashing his face with water.
You follow him and watch as he repeatedly rinses his face. The blood has long come off, but he doesnât seem satisfied with it. He pours generous amounts of soap on his hands, but there is nothing more to take off there. You wait a few seconds more before joining him. You still his hand with a pressure of his wrist, clean off the remaining soap, and cut off the water. He lets you do it, just as he lets you guide him back to the bed to sit down.
âWhat happened?â you urge him, keeping his hands in yours. He feels so far away, even if heâs sitting inches from you, and youâre desperate to bring him back to you.
Long seconds go by before he answers you.
âI made a mistake,â he finally says, words pulled out like teeth. âThatâs what happened.â
You would tell him that everyone makes mistakes, but you know whatâs prompting this. He isnât everyone. He doesnât make mistakes. He is Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the one in charge of preserving the balance of the world after heâs irremediably altered it simply from being born.
Your hands come up to his face, and you trace his jaw with careful fingers. He closes his eyes. Lets you ground him. He canât think of anything else he needs more right now.
âYouâve done so much,â you whisper. âIâve been talking to Shoko â she says that without you, human losses would be much worse.â
He lets out a humorless chuckle.
âThat is always true.â
Coming from someone else, it would sound like bragging, but you know that Satoru is only stating a fact. He always saves the day, which makes this so, so much worse. You climb on the bed behind him, start massaging his shoulders. Despite himself, he canât help but relax into your touch. He doesnât feel like he deserves that, deserves the comfort youâre bringing to him, and yet, as always, heâs powerless against you.
âBut wasnât the point always that your students would be able to take over?â you ask, softly. âAnd they did. They saved you. Sounds to me like you did well, Satoru.â
Did he? Sure doesnât feel like it.
âHm, I guess Yuji and Megumi did real well tonight,â he admits, and he lets himself lean back into your arms fully. âJust wish⌠Just wish it hadnât turned out like that.â
You press a kiss to his temple, and he sighs. He doesnât think he will be okay again tonight. Probably not tomorrow, either â maybe not before a long time.
âDo you want me to run you a bath?â you ask.
âYeah,â he says. âThatâd be nice.â
His eyes follow as you walk back into the bathroom.
âYouâll join me?â
A smile flashes on your face.
âSure.â
He wonât be okay any time soon, but with you by his side, he thinks he can at least try to get there again someday.
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MY BABY, HERE ON EARTH | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [BONUS]
Description: the NINE months of pregnancy
Word count: 10.9k
warnings: pregnancy duh, babies, giving birth, c-section, ummm body fluids? lots of emotions, nausea & sickness, talks of weight gain and stretch marks.
authors note: y'all... there you have it. I will be back to finish their story but until then this is my goodbye piece until I have finished my hiatus to write my own book and start uni (again). I can't wait to take these two (three) on the final lap they deserve but for now.. I hope you enjoy pookies being pookies.
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MONTH ONE. The one where she finds out.
She hadnât meant to find out when she did. It had been just a routine implant swap that sheâd had twice already in the last six years.Â
âAny blood clotting, any pain at all?â The nurse asked, jotting down a few notes on her form as she sat back on the bed and waiting for the numbing cream to take hold.Â
She shook her head. âItâs weird as hell to feel and when I think about it too long it freaks me out, but no, no pain,â She said and the nurse chuckled, nudging her glasses up her nose.
âAnd finally, is there any chance that youâre pregnant?â She asked, no doubt having rehearsed the same script about thirty times that day alone.
Bugsy gave her a flat smile, âSmall chance, but I guess thatâs what this is for, huh?âÂ
The nurse looked at her then, as if mulling over the words before she said something, âSmall chance?â
âI mean, nothing is a hundred percent effective,â Bugsy tried to weasel her way out of the awkward conversation, because she had absolutely no intention of letting the nurse know her and Spencer had been at it like bunnies since the Hotch had forced them to take medical leave. Who knew having so much time on her hands with her very handsome boyfriend would have that effect?Â
The nurse pursed her lips, and already the woman felt like sheâd said too much.Â
âAlright, weâre going to do a routine test, just need a quick urine sample,â Bugsy felt her cheeks heat, though she was in no position to argue. Her discomfort must have been more obvious than she thought, however, as the nurse went on to explain, âIf I give you this implant and thereâs a fertilised egg, it can lead to ectopic pregnancy, in which case youâll need surgery. Trust me, honey, peeing in a cup is your easy option,âÂ
She gave the practitioner a small nod, wondering if she needed to message Spencer to say sheâd be running a little late. She knew he was likely doing the sudoku in the waiting room magazine, since heâd refused to let her come alone. And even though sheâd told him she would be fine on her own, heâd seen through it, had even offered to get her ice cream on the way home for putting on a brave face.Â
And yet her face was nothing short of horror struck not even half an hour later when the nurse showed her the stick with empathetic eyes.Â
âCongratulations,â The woman said cautiously, a fake smile plastered on her face as the girl stared at her, utterly gobsmacked.Â
âBut, I thoughtâŚâ Bugsy stammered, running a finger over where the nurse had removed her implant, âBut I had everything ready, I never let it get late, I did what I was supposed to,âÂ
âYou said it yourself, honey, nothing is a hundred percent effective besides abstinence-âÂ
âThatâs just what parents say to make sure their kids arenât banging every Tom, Dick and Harry out there!â Bugsy was near screeching, the worry in her tone clear as a bell and her chest hot with panic.Â
Pregnant. She was pregnant, there was no way she could beâŚ
Except there was exactly a way she could be, seeing as she struggled even on a dry spell to keep her hands off Spencer longer than a few days at a time. And he was just as bad.
The nurse huffed, rifling through her drawers for a handful of pamphlets. She passed them to Bugsy whose mouth was still bobbing with more expletives she held herself back from saying, and it wasnât until she saw the happy couple on the front of the first one, holding a very swollen and round bump that she thought she might be sick.Â
Comical timing, she hissed at herself.Â
âThere are always options, sweetheart. Abortion is legal in Virginia, if that is what you decide, however there is always information and support that we recommend looking into before you make a solid decision,â Her response was professional even though her expression was compassionate, and Bugsy knew she must have looked scared because that was exactly how she felt and she had little to no room to hide it.Â
Abortion? Is that what she wanted? Except it wasnât just about what she wanted, it was what Spencer wanted too. Even if he would argue against that being the case in a heartbeat, even if he would tell her she had every right to be the only one to make a decision, no matter what he thought. But maybe it wasnât so much about needing his opinion for that reason, and more it was because she had absolutely no clue what to do and Spencer was always good at making sense of the things she didnât know how to deal with.Â
She nodded silently, her mouth dry as sandpaper as she took the leaflets and stuffed them in the bottom of her purse where she hoped Spencer wouldnât go looking.Â
She barely remembered standing on liquid legs, barely remembered the way her chest felt tight and her head spun as she thought of the fact her body had a baby growing inside it.Â
No, it wasnât a baby. Not yet. It was likely the size of a grain of sand, miniscule. That wasnât a baby, that was nothing.Â
But it would be. Eventually. It would be hers and Spencerâs baby.
And she wanted to tell him, wanted to tell him the second she saw him there in the waiting room, his head shooting up the second the door opened and she left looking a little ill and shaken.Â
âAll done? Everything go as normal?â He preened, standing immediately as she neared him, his hand immediately weaving around her shoulder to pull her close by. Gently, ofcourse, because she had a big, fat bandage where her implant should have been.Â
âY-yeah,â She stammered, hoping he didnât hear the shake in her throat. Yet she knew immediately that he did. Because he leaned in to give her a delicate kiss to her forehead not even a moment later, âC-can we go straight home, Iâm not feeling ice cream anymore,âÂ
He looked worried, as anyone who knew her would because Bugsy turning down free pudding was a blaring red siren in his eyes.
âYeah, sure,â He said, stroking a gentle hand over the side of her head and leading her where heâd parked the car.Â
And it was that worry, the same cloud that hung over him for months with Scratch and his mom and the Dirty Dozen and everything else that was put onto his shoulder that made her shut her mouth right then and there. He didnât need one other thing to contend with, not when he was already carrying the weight of the world.Â
And so she wouldnât tell him. Not yet at least.
MONTH TWO. The one with the scan.
âSpence, would you stop worrying, Iâm sure everything will be fine,â She urged in the gentlest tone she could muster. Yet she was a hypocrite, because she felt her hands shaking as she sat in the chair, trying to adjust her sleeves for something to do and Spencer stopped his leg from bouncing.Â
Looking over at her, he sighed, holding out a large palm and weaving her fingers in between his and she flicked a look over at him, her own eyes nervous.Â
âIâm sorry,â He gave her a guilty smile, âIf it helps, itâs half excitement too,â
And she smiled then, shaking her head as he squeezed her hand gently.Â
âMe too,â She confessed, looking down at her stomach that didnât seem all too different than usual. Sheâd felt a few symptoms up until this point, a bit of nausea but that was nothing she couldnât handle, headaches here and there. But it wasnât anything exactly life changing that sheâd expected when sheâd always thought of pregnancy.Â
If anything, none of it felt real quite just yet. Having only been a few weeks since sheâd told Spencer, theyâd spent the majority of the time searching for houses and appointments and gynaecologists and neonatal care, and whenever they were free, they were trying to get used to the idea of the two of them as parents.
âDid you know theyâre around half an inch long by now,â Spencer said, his hazel eyes falling to where her shirt hid her stomach that had yet to change no matter how many times he stared at it, âAbout a third of that is made up of their head,â
âWouldnât surprise me,â She shrugged, stroking her thumb along the edge of his pinky finger, âItâs your kid, theyâre going to have biggest brain out there,âÂ
He snickered, lifting her hand to press a kiss to the back of it softly, âIf they have even half your brains, weâre going to be raising the next Galileo,âÂ
âMr and Mrs Reid,â Their heads shot up at the midwife, Bugsy fumbling for words to correct him as the two of them stood up to greet him with bashful smiles. She didnât need to look at Spencerâs face to know heâd gone bright red.Â
âItâs uh, Prentiss-Reid,â Spencer spluttered as they entered and the nurse looked again at his chart with wide eyes, his cheeks a little pink himself and he ushered the two of them into his office with a smile.Â
âSo it is, I do apologise,â He said earnestly, holding a hand out to gesture Bugsy to sit on the reclining bed, âI hate to stereotype, but usually when dad books the appointments, its because their wives are already doing a hundred other things,âÂ
âItâs okay, it happens,â She said with an awkward chuckle, avoiding Spencerâs eyes because they still hadnât had that talk. Even though she knew her mother would frown at her grandchild being born a bastard, she didnât care much for Elizabethâs opinion. It wasnât like marriages had ever led to good things for her mother anyway.Â
She hopped up onto the examination cot, her heart quivering just the slightest in worry because the smell of bleach and rubber made the whole thing real. Until then, having a grain of rice growing inside her seemed like a fever dream since sheâd only had a handful of side effects, throwing up could have easily been passed off as bad chicken, the head aches could have just been her eyes straining from using her computer too much.Â
âOkay, everything feels okay, Mom? Nothing concerning at all?â And then the midwife said things like that, mom, and the part of her that almost forgot she was pregnant came to a screeching halt.Â
Sheâd be a mom. Someone would call her mom. The thought of it made her suck in a breath.
âUh, no.â She cleared her throat and felt Spencer grab her hand, âMorning sickness is kicking my ass, but nothing worrying,â
The nurse chuckled, and she felt Spencer rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm, his eyes burning into the side of her head.Â
âWell, if itâs alright, I need you to lift your shirt up a little so we can have a see whatâs going on,â He said with a kind smile, and she realised then heâd slipped latex gloves over his hands, and brandished a bottle of gel.Â
She nodded absently, doing as he said and lifting her shirt to sit under her breasts, drawing the hem of her skirt down so he had a space to apply. And the second he did she sucked in breath through her nose, the cold of the air conditioning chilling her to her marrow, and she tried telling herself thatâs why her hands were shaking.Â
She felt Spencerâs fingers curve through her hair, and she reminded herself to breathe, looking over at him with nervous eyes she hoped he didnât see straight through. But judging by the way he scooted the chair forward and gave her an encouraging smile, she guessed heâd seen the flicker of doubt in an instant.Â
âItâs okay, itâs going to be fine,â He murmured, his own fear buried deep somewhere she couldnât see anymore the second she had been the one to look to him for help. She knew she wanted this, knew sheâd always dreamed of Spencer and her having their happily ever after. She knew whenever sheâd let herself think of a little boy with chocolate curls and hazel eyes that she wanted all of that and more.Â
But it was all so⌠real. Like seeing a movie come to life, and she was starring centre stage. Her body wasnât a disposable shell that held thirty plus years of stupid mistakes and regrets and tattoos sheâd decided she hated now. Her body had a whole other human inside it.Â
The midwife clicked the machine on, the transducer wand ready in his hand as he gently put it on her lower stomach, barely a few centimetres from her panties, and she wondered why they showed the wand roaming over the womanâs belly button on tv shows since that was entirely wrong and not nearly as embarrassing. She let out a shaky breath, and Spencer stroked her head again, forcing her to give him an unsure look, like she was trying to calm herself for his sake but couldnât.
His eyes were anxious though he squeezed her again with a smile and she saw it immediately, like he too was trying to be brave for her.Â
She had never loved him so much.Â
âApologies for the shock, I know the gel can be a little cold,â The nurse said with a grin, and it was only then she realised the screen had lit up with a black and white image, one sheâd seen a thousand times when sheâd studied neonatal procedures for her degree.Â
She knew that was her womb lining, and that was the amniotic fluid and that right there-
Bugsy froze, and judging by the way Spencerâs hand tightened around her own, he had too. She felt her mouth drop with a laugh of shock, and she sat up slightly to take a closer look at the monitor.Â
âAnd there is baby,â The midwife said, his expression warming as he watched Spencerâs stand up to lean over the bed, not once letting go of the womanâs hand, the two of them utterly enraptured in the screen, âProbably about the size of a raspberry,â
And Bugsy laughed, her eyes lined with tears as she looked up at Spencerâs equally wetted hues. He was grinning from ear to ear when he looked down at her, and it wasnât long before he brought his lips to her forehead, his nose and throat burning with a held cry.Â
âDo you hear that? A whole raspberry already?â She said, her voice wobbling and he giggled, sitting back in his seat and rubbing his cheeks with his sleeve. âI am good at this cooking thing, might as well call me an easy bake oven,â
Spencer shook his head with another chuckle, his eyes trailing back to the little blob on the screen that looked more like a toy alien than anything else, and held her hand between both of his like he was in prayer.Â
Because Spencer never believed in anything sacred and divine until he met Bugsy.
MONTH THREE. The one where they tell everyone.
âWhat are you doing?â Bugsy jumped out of her skin as JJ all but materialised behind her. She looked over her shoulder guiltily, her hand still half way through pouring out her mug of coffee Derek had handed her before he left to get lunch.Â
She turned to see the blonde with her own steaming mug of decaf in her hands. Sheâd been taking the lack of caffeine much better this time around since having a second baby to breastfeed, considering she was nothing short of evil when sheâd had Henry, which had been Spencerâs words not Bugsyâs. And it wasnât as if the woman could blame her. She was grouchy when she didnât get her regular dose even before being pregnancy, Derek had once gotten a kick to the shin when heâd disturbed her on a day sheâd been too busy to grab one on her way to the office.Â
She was a fiend for the bitter god. And everyone knew it. Which was exactly why JJâs eyebrows were all but raised into her hairline seeing the girl who would usually be in the stages of withdrawal by now tipping the drink away.Â
âUh, the milk tasted funky,â She excused, though the way JJ narrowed her eyes at the poor excuse told her it hadnât passed by a mile.Â
âRight, the milk that Hotch picked up this morning?â JJ pursed her lips, sliding her own mug onto the side and jutting her hip.Â
And as if he were summoned, Hotch sidled up to the kitchenette, Rossi and Tara hot on his heels as they flicked through some paperwork, and his head shot up the minute he heard his name.Â
His eyes trailed to where the girl flipped her mug upside on the drying rack, and his brow furrowed.Â
âIs everything alright?â He asked, and she huffed in response, wiping her hands on her jeans.Â
âYes, Iâm fine,â She grumbled, shaking her head, âI donât know what youâre all so wound up about, itâs not like Iâm dying, I just donât feel like coffee today-â
âOh my god,â Penelope gasped where she crept behind Hotch with her very favourite octopus mug in tow, one that was nearly thrown to the floor when she heard the words pour from the girlâs mouth, âAre you sick? Like in the body or in the head? Rossi, check her pulse, Iâm going to get a thermometer-â
âPen, Iâm fine,â She said unconvincingly and she tried to skirt past the group that seemed to have her surrounded. Seeing Spencer pulling up the rear in search of lunch she felt herself sigh in relief, because he would think of a much better excuse than she ever could.Â
She had barely been able to keep her mouth shut for the months they had been secretly dating, and had relished in the peace it brought her when everyone knew. But the midwife had said it was common to keep things under wraps at least until the first trimester was over. Apparently the million of questions that were sure to be heading their way would cause her unnecessary stress, though sheâd argue having to sneak to the sink every morning and dispose of a delicious looking coffee was torture enough.Â
âWhatâs up?â Spencer asked as she ducked towards him, his hand consciously wrapping around her waist, and she huffed again, looking to him with a silent plea.
âTheyâre profiling me,â Bugsy said, and he felt his gut knot because he should have known it wouldnât be long before they caught on. It was their job to pick apart out of the ordinary behaviour, and Bugsy going teetotal on caffeine was definitely something of a head turner.
âI told you that diet would cause a stir,â He joked, hoping they bought his pathetic attempt of an excuse, as he gave her side a gentle squeeze, and hoped that he could lead her back to her desk like she was a lost little lamb being prowled upon by nosy wolves that rarely took no for an answer.Â
And it almost worked, almost, until JJ snapped her fingers and pointed at his wandering hand.Â
âSee that, that is the fourth time youâve been all touchy and weird this week,â The blonde surprised, her brows furrowing, âBugsy hates PDA, usually by now she would have whacked you over the head and called you a perv,â
Bugsy smashed her lips together because she couldnât exactly disagree with her. Thatâs exactly what she usually did. Usually would tell Spencer to stop being so horny in a place of work even if she felt her cheeks heat at the delicate grabs of her stomach fat.Â
But whether it was the little bean now around the size of a small lemon that had made her mellow and affectionate, or whether the lack of caffeine really was making her feel vulnerable, she wasnât sure. And the whole thing was only made worse by Hotchâs eyes burning into the side of her, and she felt the trail of his gaze head straight for her stomach.Â
âCome to think of it, I only saw you with a lime and soda at Savannahâs birthday last week,â Rossi pointed out, wagging his finger in her direction, his brown hues widening in thought, âWhen Penelope asked if you wanted tequila you said-â
âIâm all tequila-ed out,â Penelope chimed in with the same frown, âBut that canât be, when have you ever been tequila-ed out, thatâs like impossible, even that night we had to help Spencer get you in the shower because youâd thrown up everywhere you were demanding more,â
She felt her cheeks heat thinking about her twenty ninth birthday, or atleast the parts of it she could remember of it before the rest of the gaps were filled with black spaces of time that she guessed had been robbed from her by the shots she piled on.Â
âMaybe I just didnât feel like tequila, can a girl not live in the moment?â She tried to rebuttal, only Penelope gave her a blank look that told her to try again because the Bugsy she knew would slap her for saying something so dumb. She opened her mouth to correct her again, but Hotch beat her to it.Â
âYou know Hayley got really affectionate a couple months into being pregnant,â The man said, his eyes swirling with something proud and warm when he saw Bugsyâs head flick to him like sheâd been caught red handed, which they had. âThough, if you ask me I think she was just a little sorry for herself that I took the coffee away,â
There was a beat of silence, and the room held its breath. Even Tara, who had only known them the best part of a few months raised her hand to her mouth in shock, and Bugsy shot a look at Spencer in utter defeat.Â
âWe tried,â She said with her shoulders shrugging, and it was then that the office was filled with a piercing scream that turned a fair few heads and the infamous octopus mug was thrown clear across the kitchen floor, one of his tentacles snapping clean off.Â
âOH MY GOD, ITâS TRUE? YOUâRE PREGNANT?â Penelope wailed like a banshee, and Bugsy couldnât help but break into a smile, nodding at the woman who screeched again and yanked her in for a tight hug, âOh my god, there's going to be three of you, three geniuses, three little einsteins that I want to smush together and kiss all over-âÂ
âGarcia, I think she needs air if sheâs going to make another little genius,â Rossi said, and the tech analyst pulled away aghast, cupping Bugsyâs face that was still grinning ear to ear with a chuckle.
âOh my god, I didnât hurt you did I? Or the baby- Oh my god thereâs a baby in there!âÂ
Hotch wrapped a rare yet tender arm around Spencerâs shoulder, giving him a little pat and a âCongratulationsâ while Rossi smiled knowingly between the couple and JJ had her turn smothering Bugsy in a tearful hug.Â
And by the time Derek had walked into the office with his everything bagel hanging between his teeth and a tea in his hands, his onyx hues fell to Penelope, JJ and Bugsy exchanging weepy words while Tara handed them tissues with her own sparkling eyes.
âWhat fresh hell did I miss?â
MONTH FOUR. The one where she starts looking different.
She huffed, her fingers gripping the edge of her jeans and yanking them up her thighs as far as they would go. She felt like everything had shrunk in the wash, or like she was trying on a dollâs wardrobe. Surely she hadnât gained that much weight in just a few months, but then again sheâd been all but living off chocolate pudding cups since the Bean decided it wanted sugar, sugar and more sugar.Â
She grunted in annoyance, her arms and back aching where she was leaning over to pull at the infernal things. She barely had a second to pout childishly, before kind hands were wrapping around her stomach and a mouth kissed at her neck tenderly.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Talk to me,â His voice was honey sweet, thick and goopy with love overflowing as he pulled her to his chest, his hand caressed the bump that seemed to be getting in the way of her and her favourite jeans. Spencer knew she tried to ignore the symptoms that almost every woman felt during pregnancy, he knew she compared herself to how JJ had handled both pregnancies gracefully and looked better than ever even as a mother of two. He knew she hated complaining because she didnât want him to think she was miserable carrying their kid, but god was she getting sick of her clothes pinching her in.
âIâm getting fatter,â Bugsy grumbled, her eyes darting to the vivid lines that had deepened into the crease of her hips within a few weeks and she winced, âIâm not even halfway, how does this kid want to eat pudding all the time?âÂ
Spencer frowned, shaking his head slightly because he refrained from telling her what a silly statement it was, knowing it would only make her feel worse, and instead pressed delicate kisses to her jaw, squeezing her closer. Heâd noticed the stretch marks, just as heâd noticed her face and hips gathering weight a bit more than usual, and was just grateful there was even more Bugsy to love.Â
âYouâre eating for two, youâre literally growing a whole life inside of you. I think that is more than enough grounds to eat whatever you want,â He murmured, biting the inside of his cheek when she sighed as though she didnât believe him, âHoney, clothes are replaceable. What your bodyâs trying to do is create a little bubble around you and this little pudding fiend so you can feed them when theyâre out here,âÂ
Bugsy knew he was right. Sheâd spent well over a hundred hours researching hormone levels and how pregnant bodies are changing all hours of the day to accommodate the foetus, she knew it was normal for things to look different. Had it been on anyone else she wouldnât have batted an eye. But it didnât make the sting of seeing her body morph into one she didnât recognise any less harsh.
âI know,â She hummed somewhat defeated, turning in his arms to press her face in his neck, âI just didnât expect it to happen so fast is all,â
Spencer smiled warmly, because every day he thought she had gotten impossibly prettier. He hadnât believed in âpregnancy glowâ, in fact heâd chalked it down to some sort of innate scientific survival tactic that associated a vulnerable woman with looking angelic, at least not until heâd woken up to see her stomach protruding from her pyjama top in a clear curve shape and he thought her face looked like she should be in some Monet painting, dozing in a field like a wide eyed doe.Â
âI know, itâs a lot for anyone to go through. But you know Iâm so grateful for you,â Spencer said, and he felt her smile without even seeing it. Her fingers wove into his hair at the nape of his neck, kissing a trail up his chest because he suspected she looked somewhat embarrassed. âBesides, Iâm not complaining. It means I get to do this,âÂ
She felt two large hands grab at the fat of her bum cheeks and she squeaked in surprise, even though she heard him laugh in her ear at her reaction. That had been another thing sheâd noticed, and how could she not. Penelope said just the other day that she was âbaking a bun in the oven and cake in the trunkâ with a little wink, and sheâd had to excuse herself quickly for lack of a response.Â
And Spencer wasnât lying. He wasnât complaining with any of it, not by a long shot.Â
MONTH FIVE. The one with the mood swings.
âSo you guys really donât want to know the sex?â JJ asked, sipping on her tea as she chatted with Bugsy who was balancing biscuits on top of her now protruding stomach. It was as if overnight the baby had stretched out enough to make themselves a damn penthouse suite in Bugsyâs tummy.Â
âWe want it to be a surprise, either way weâre going to love the little bean, even if they do keep kicking my bladder at four am,â She said, balancing the tenth cookie on the tower sheâd made, reaching over carefully for another one, âI swear if the bean kicks my cookie tower Iâm giving them a hideous name,â
âItâs good to feel the baby kicking at this stage, it helps develop their joints and bones so theyâre stronger when theyâre born.â Spencer inputted helpfully as he slid a fresh mug of decaf tea over to her desk.
âNext time the baby kicks your uterus walls, Spence, gimme a shout and weâll discuss how great it is,â Bugsy said with a small smile and he paused, looking at JJ as if he was caught in a trap, suddenly well aware of his mistake.Â
âPoint taken,â He conceded quietly, and JJ chuckled because sheâd seen Will just as hesitant to piss her off in both of her pregnancies. And she knew Bugsy would never hold it against him, that Spencerâs head just ran away from him sometimes.Â
She halted her little game and carefully leaned over to draw the mug to her lips, too impatient to wait for it to cool down fully and she barely spotted Derek swooping around the corner of the desk.
âGood morning, Mommies and Daddy Genius,â He greeted in that chirpy tone, his hand snatching up the top cookie and scarfing it down before she could protest.Â
Bugsy shared her snacks all the time, it was a no brainer that they took a bite here and there out of each other's goodies before they could get a smack to the wrist. And Derek had certainly noticed a few of his Rolos missing the last time he bought a pack, and a particularly cheerful Bugsy smirking at him over her desk.Â
It wasnât a huge deal, and yet Bugsy sat up in a gasp, and the entire biscuit tower fell to a crumbling mess on the floor.Â
âWell done, princess, Hotch is going to-â Derek stopped mid sentence when he saw her sniffle, and his eyes widened at the sight of her eyes glistening with tears, âBugsy- are you okay-â
âMy cookies! Derek!â She whined pitifully, and she buried her face in her hands, âMy cookies, I was so going to eat the shit out of those, they were gonna be so good, Derek,âÂ
Morgan looked gobsmacked, his head whipping between the woman leaning against the desk with an understanding smile and Spencer who was already rubbing her shoulders with his lips smashed together, trying not to laugh.Â
âHoney, itâs okay, he didnât mean to,â Her partner tried to coo, though he couldnât help but feel sorry for the way Derek scrambled to draw out his wallet.Â
âIâll get you more, Bug, I swear, they sell them by the deli down the street, right?â He asked, jittering in his bones because heâd never made her cry before. He worried or a moment Hotch might just put him on sabbatical leave for such an offense. Emily would probably fly to Virginia just to cave his skull in, âIâm sorry, Iâll go get more, Iâll even get you strawberry milk-â
âChocolate milk,â She wailed, and JJ slid a box of tissues over to the pitiful girl with a silent snicker. She remembered all too well the feeling of unexplained emotion crashing over her, and she didnât doubt that the tough faced Bugsy would be back to normal any moment soon.
âChocolate milk, got it,â Derek said, with a nod, and he all but darted for the elevators, in a hurry Spencer somewhat suspected was down to the fact he feared for his life if Penelope got a whiff of what happened.
Bugsy sniffled for a moment, drawing a tissue out the box and dabbing her eyes sullenly, her feelings slightly worse for wear even if she had a small inkling of doubt that she was really so torn up about the cookies as her body made it seem.Â
But she had been thinking about them all morning; made herself promise she would only eat them once she got the stack fifteen high at least.Â
âAre you okay, baby?â Spencer asked, his gaze empathetic as she snuffled her sobs into the palm of her hands. He wasnât too worried, even if he hated seeing her cry just as much as anyone else did. And it wasnât that he didnât take her seriously. But when sheâd been crying just that morning because her shower gel spilled on the floor and tipped almost all the way out, or even when sheâd stepped on a snail walking into the building and smushed it into the ground, effectively killing it, he seemed to be getting used to her mood swings.Â
She sniffed woefully, âI was really looking forward to those, and now I think I was too mean to Derek andâŚâ Her eyes glistened with fresh tears, and the sight of it made Spencer sigh, leaning forward to kiss the side of her head because it must be difficult being so out of your usual self for nine months.Â
âAnd what?â He prompted softly. Only she burst out crying again, reaching forward to drag him into a hug that told him she was feeling extra sorry for herself.
He wouldnât blame her. Would sit through every weep and sob and tantrum if it meant he got to show her even more times over that he loved her endlessly.Â
However he did have to hold in the giggle when she wailed; âI think I really do want strawberry milk,âÂ
MONTH SIX. The one with the false labour.Â
She had been in Hotchâs office when she felt it.Â
Embarrassingly so, her first thought was trapped gas. Sheâd gotten a lot of that considering the baby had decided it craved spice, and had been planning to excuse herself when it felt like her whole abdomen seized as if sheâd been hit with a particularly nasty period cramp.Â
Her hand flew to her stomach where she sat with Hotch reviewing her latest reports, the same quarterly check the whole team was mandated to have with their boss since Cruz became section chief. Hotch didnât miss a beat, the folder in his hand hitting the desk in an instant as he tensed, looking at her with caution.Â
âAre you alright?â He asked, and she held her breath for a moment. Spencer was out with Rossi giving a lecture in Washington DC, JJ had the day off for her momâs birthday, Penelope and Morgan were taking Tara to lunch to show her a few more of their regular spots. It was just them and Anderson in the office for the next few hours, possibly the worst time out of any to have an empty floor.Â
âYeah- I just, woah,â Her stomach gave another lurch of a painful twist and her hand slapped on the table to keep herself steady. She breathed through the pain, because sheâd had much worse only that wasnât what was making her heart race. It was fear. Because she wasnât due for another twelve weeks at least, and while sheâd heard of babyâs being born as premature as six months, she knew premy babies suffered major complications later on, let alone the stress their body goes under during the actual birth.Â
Bean, as the team had affectionately named the baby since the couple had firmly decided they didnât want to know the sex, was about the size of red cabbage, tiny in the scheme of things even though it felt like just a few minutes ago they were a grain of rice.Â
âOkay, itâs okay, stay calm,â Hotch said in a smooth voice, gentle yet reassuring as he rounded his desk in a flash and put his hand on her shoulder, âDo you feel like you need to use the toilet? Any back ache or irritability?âÂ
Bugsy breathed out through her nose as her lungs jittered with nerves, âN-no, I donât need the bathroom, why would that matter?âÂ
Aaron stroked a large kind hand down her spine, watching her face scrunch in pain for a second time, and he slowly began directing her towards the door, taking small steps so she wasnât rushing. âNeeding to use the bathroom is an early sign of labour, itâs your body's way of helping expand your pelvis to accommodate the head. Any back ache or frustration at all?âÂ
He didnât care that heâd had to repeat himself, not even when he was usually so against it, because he could feel the own unease rising in his throat like bile even if he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible.Â
He would be damned if he let her see how worried he was, and so he swallowed heavily, holding his other hand out for her to take when they approached the stairs. Anderson was on his feet in seconds when he saw his unit chief leading the woman with a tightly concealed frown, fumbling around for his phone.Â
âAgent Prentiss?â He exclaimed, darting around the mess of chairs and paper and desks to approach them, âWould you like me to call Dr Reid? An ambulance, perhaps?âÂ
âShe's alright, Iâm driving her to the ER, thank you Anderson,â Aaron responded politely, his hand still resting on her back, and the agent nodded, digging around for his keys.Â
âI can drive, if youâd like to ride in the back with her,â Grant offered with worried eyes as Bugsyâs face crumpled in agony again, and Hotchâs head whipped to her, and his composure crumbled for a moment.Â
âBugsy, hey, itâs okay, weâre gonna be okay, honey,â He cooed, and Anderson was quick to open the glass doors, âDid you pack a bag at all-â
âNo, Spencer told me I should but I said it was too early, why is that man always right,â She grumbled, her footsteps weary and jittery as the three of them got into the elevator.Â
Hotch fought a smile, trying to remember everything heâd memorised before Hailey had Jack. The 5-1-1 rule blared through his head, and he glanced at his watch for a fraction of a second, and he wondered for a moment if he was going to have to write off a company vehicle for the fact his youngest agent gave birth in the back seat.Â
âIâm afraid thatâs just how Reid operates,â Hotch said, pulling his phone out to dial the man in question and let him know where they were headed, âItâs probably nothing, Hailey was getting cramps all the time once she reached her third trimester, but weâll get you checked out to be safe,âÂ
âReally?â She looked at him with pitiful eyes and he nodded with a tight smile, committing to his illusion of calmness even if he swore he hadnât felt so scared in months.Â
Because it wasnât just Bugsy anymore, it was Bugsy and her baby. Her and Reidâs baby. The two people who deserved their happy ending more so than anyone else he knew.Â
And he felt her hand slip into his then as she accepted his answer, in fact she didnât let go the entire time she waited on Spencer and Aaron was in no rush to leave her side. Even when she lay back on the table and had the midwife checking everything over, he stayed by her head (no doubt to avoid a very awkward conversation), stroked her hair when she fretted through a few more cramps, even when Spencer burst in through the door with Morgan at his heels looking like the two of them had just ran a marathon.
âIs everything okay- whatâs wrong- do you need fluids- do you need ice-â Spencer rushed on his odd breath, his chest puffing with inhales, and he pretended he wasnât seeing stars floating across his vision.Â
âIâm assuming by your reaction youâre dad,â The nurse said, pulling off the blue gloves and dropping her mask from her mouth.
âYes, he is, heâs dad,â Morgan filled in for him as Spencer all but fell back against the wall, because he really should have drank something other than soda and coffee this morning. He was close to swaying on his feet when he stepped over to his girlfriend, and she took his hand in the her own, or atleast the one that wasnât occupied by Hotchâs tight hold.Â
âDonât worry, everything is alright with mom and baby,â She said, noting down a few things on her chart and the four of them took an audible sigh of relief, âBraxton Hicks contractions are very common in your final trimester, it probably felt like a lot because your baby is moving to into the anterior position ready for birth,âÂ
Bugsyâs head flopped back against the pillow in comfort and she forced herself to take a few deep breaths, willing her heart rate to go back to normal. Braxton Hicks, she should have known. Her head had been fuzzy the past few weeks as it was, but she supposed the moment sheâd thought there might be something wrong with the Bean, all of her logic had flown out the window.Â
But at least sheâd had Hotch to keep her level headed, and-
âOh my god, Anderson,â She jolted up, her legs stuck in the stirrups the midwife had place her into while she examined everything, âWe need to tell Anderson, the poor guy was so worried,â
Hotch chose not to tell her heâd seen Anderson go as white as a ghost the second sheâd turned her back, and instead patted her leg as Spencer went to speak to the midwife a little more, no doubt picking apart every single symptom sheâd presented in that huge, worried head of his.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm sure Anderson is fine, honey,â He said earnestly, and she looked at him like a kicked puppy, entirely sorry for the panic sheâd caused, âLetâs just get you your underwear back, huh?â
MONTH SEVEN. The one where they decorate the nursery.
âWhat about Elias,âÂ
âVeto,â
Bugsy pulled a shunned expression as she carefully rolled the wallpaper up the wall.Â
âMason? Niko, stop,â She proposed, one hand on the wall while using the other to push the nosey feline away from the wet paste sheâd been brushing on the wall.Â
He sat politely at her chide, blinking at her with those big eyes as he watched her work with a twitching tail, almost entertained at the woman who had ballooned up in just a few weeks struggling to do a relatively easy task.Â
âHmm, Mason can go on the bench,â Spencer responded where he was sitting at the other end of the wall doing the same thing only much faster, though sheâd argue it was a little easier since he wasn't carrying a large coconut strapped to his stomach.
Theyâd left the apartment just two weeks ago. Derek had been the one to help them cart their small amount of furniture into the modest house on the outskirts of West Springfield. It was large by Spencerâs standards, even if Bugsy had seen what grandeur looked like in her own childhood homes, but it didnât matter. Because walls and floors and fancy grand pianos had never bought her love. Yet the first evening theyâd spent in their new home they had slept on a mattress on the floor, the list of things to do the following day rattling around their heads. But they had a home. They had the picket fence with the nice school down the road and the bus stop within eyesight of the kitchen where their kid would one day walk to their door with a book bag and glasses like Spencerâs.Â
She had never felt like she belonged somewhere until she had a home with him.Â
âWhat about Ada for a girl?â Spencer called over his shoulder, where he had almost caught up to where she was still working on the small patch of wall. The paper was proving frustrating for her swollen fingers, considering the entire thing, when put together, made up a mural of little woodland creatures amidst a forest and left zero room for error, âNamed after Ada Lovelace, the woman who pioneered computers,â
Considering it for a moment, she nodded, âThatâs pretty. Ada makes top ten,âÂ
Flipping the last part up to stick against the thick glue, she ran her hands over the seams to be sure it aligned perfectly with the rest of the picture. Satisfied when it matched and a little fox stared down at her, she smiled, tilting her head up where Spencer was standing over her, watching her concentrate.Â
âAll done!â She chirped, and he bent down to give her a kiss to her puckered lips, sliding a hand beneath her arm to help her up.Â
âLooks perfect, youâre really carrying the team honey,â He mused as she got to her feet with a little whine, wrapping her arms around his middle in a proud hug.Â
âI know, what would you ever do without me?âÂ
He laughed, looking at her with an adoring gaze.
The light cracked through the open window, laying over her face delicately. The house was still bare, still in need of carpets and a good dusting, still had leaky pipes and ants in the pantry. Yes, they had a pantry now. But it was a start. It was a home.Â
âI say we leave the cradle for another day, baby is calling for frozen grapes again,â She said, rubbing a hand over her protruding belly button and he smiled. Spencer could have sworn he was the luckiest guy in the world when he called her his friend. He thought maybe he should have bought a lottery ticket the same day she told him she loved him. The day she became his girlfriend he thinks he may have died and the past three years have been purely a dream.Â
But watching the breeze kiss her cheeks and stroke her hair, watching her eyes rove over the room that would keep their baby safe and warm in just a few weeks, even seeing her smile at him like he had handed her the whole universe in a box when she was the one growing a whole human inside her; Spencer felt like his life was so much better than he ever hoped it would be.Â
âFrozen grapes, coming right up,â He said, slipping his fingers in between his to help her down the winding staircase which had been a winner for her immediately. Itâs like we have a castle, Spence. âYou or the baby could ask for a whole damn ox and Iâd give it to you.â
She laughed, holding onto the bannister as they headed downstairs to the kitchen that was in dire need of fresh paint.Â
âWhat if I said baby wants a holiday to Cancun and another cat,âÂ
âIâd say baby is onto something there,â Spencer said, sweeping her from the final step and giving her a wet kiss to her head, âBut first, grapes.â
MONTH EIGHT. The one where she gets cranky.
âOh my god,â She groaned as she threw herself into her wheely chair, her button up shirt barely accommodating her stomach that was well and truly ready to pop. Â
Derek Morgan loved her, he truly loved her like she was one of his sisters, dare say he had loved her since that day heâd carried her out of the church she was held hostage in by Cyrus. He had seen her at her rock bottom, had seen her graduate with flying colours, had even put his job on the line for her; covered her back from a stupid mistake at a bar when she popped a little molly on government pay.Â
Derek loved her. He did. But the moment he saw her slump into her chair, her face scrunched up in frustration, he was collecting his mug of coffee and all but bolting for the door and heading straight for Penelopeâs lair.Â
âBack pain again?â JJ asked, flitting past a very frantic Morgan and heading towards Rossiâs office with a stack of papers in her arms. Bugsy let out something close to a growl in return, and JJ took it as a yes.
âI swear I have been pregnant for years,â She huffed, barely reaching over to where her keyboard sat at her desk. Tara nudged it forward for her to grab, because it seemed like she was on her breaking point enough as it was, and received a brief nod of thanks âI canât remember a time when my back didnât hurt, or my boobs were aching or my head wasnât all fuzzy and weird and- OH for the love of god SWITCH ON YOU PIECE OF SHIT,âÂ
JJâs brows raised as the keyboard mouse went flying off the side of her desk in protest, rolling straight past where Hotch and Spencer were strolling through the office, her boyfriend carrying the biggest Strawberry Milkshake he could find on this side of town.Â
If Hotch wanted to say anything about her damaging property, he thought it smarter to keep his mouth shut as she swivelled to face the two of them, her expression already irritated by the worried stare they shot her way.Â
âWhat?â She said with a bite, and Spencer raised his hands in surrender, which left her gaze to slide to Hotch.Â
And Hotch loved her too, loved her more than he would ever admit. But he swore he the second her eyes clamped on his, Aaron Hotchner considered an exorcism might be necessary.Â
âWhat, what are you staring at me for?â She snapped, throwing her hands out like a bratty teenager, and Hotch cleared his throat before he spoke, something embarrassingly close to fear shaking his vocal chords.
âHave you given any more thought to maternity leave, yet?â He asked and her eye twitched, and it was as if he saw the stapler was next on her list of things to send flying off the table, preferably straight at his head. âI would be more than happy to pull some strings so you take longer off after the baby is born, maybe even Spencer could start his paternity early-â
âWhat?â She said for a third time, like she was a broken record. And she knew she was being unfair, perhaps even cruelly so. But she would make it up to them later, when she was in a better frame of mind. Her underwear rode up and pinched where her uterus had begun to drop, her trousers itched for whatever reason, her face was hot from just walking from the elevator to her chair and that was just since sheâd entered the office. She hadnât got much energy for showers anymore and so washing her hair became some ugly affair where Spencer got in with her and did it for her, only last time he put a little too much product on and got the suds in her eyes and they had spent twenty minutes rinsing her face, naked and dripping wet, over the sink. She felt awful, awful for how she was being so irrationally rude, but it was like every inch of her being was uncomfortable. And there was still another month to go.
âGood god, man, donât poke the bear,â Tara hummed as she passed, taking her own half full mug to the kitchen to escape whatever was rumbling in that hot head of hers.Â
Hotch swallowed heavily, noticing how Spencer stayed deadly quiet no doubt because heâd learned his lesson in trying to force Bugsy into doing something when she was like this, âIâm saying I think it would be good for you to take some time off, youâve both worked hard enough as it is and with the baby being so close, it would be good to take it easy for a few weeks-âÂ
She pressed her lips together, because she knew he was probably trying to help, probably trying to be considerate, and yet the heat of annoyance bubbled up inside her all the same like a kettle on the precipice of boiling.
âIf you want the big scary pregnant lady out of your way just spit it out, Hotch,â She snapped, scowling at him in a way he remembered Hailey doing when he so much as sneezed too loud.
And he couldnât find it in him to be mad at her. Because anyone with eyes saw she was uncomfortable, he knew if she was anything like his own ex-wife then she wouldnât be sleeping nearly as much as she should, that more than likely their kid would be already kicking with long, scrawny legs to get out and show the world what they were made of.Â
Hotch was saved from the firing line when his guess was proved almost immediately, and she groaned with a hand to her abdomen.Â
âSpencer, would you tell your kid theyâre not a linebacker and that my kidneys arenât the damn ball,â She complained, and her partner flashed her a brave smile, leaning over her to rub where she was caressing her battered organs.Â
âActually, right about here will be your spleen since the baby has pushed everything around at this stage-â And with that Hotch darted towards his office because Bugsy looked ready to clip someone around the ear, and he didnât have the heart to write her up for it.
Although for the sanctity of his team, he rushed her documents through the same afternoon and gave her an extra four weeks pay in lieu of a truce.Â
MONTH NINE. The one with the birth.
It had been fourteen hours already when the doctor mentioned the word caesarean.Â
âCaesarean? We never planned for a C-section,â Bugsyâs eyes widened where she was intermittently sucking down gas and air, Spencer patting her forehead down with an ice wet cloth.Â
But then again she supposed she had never planned to go into labour when getting the laundry off the washing line while Spence painted the porch.Â
He looked at her with nervous hazel hues where her face sparkled with sweat and water, her hand squeezing him tightly as another contraction hit.Â
âIâm afraid we have few options left, Miss Prentiss,â The midwife said, a woman around her age that was already masked up after prodding around her cervix for a few hours, âFourteen hours is rough on anyone and weâre not seeing any movement past your pelvis. Any longer and you or your baby might be at risk,â
And it was the truth, but it was a harsh one, and tears sprung to her eyes hearing those last few words. She had never had any delusions it would be easy giving birth, it was revered as the most painful thing anyone could go through, but she had assumed on a hope and a prayer that things would go smoothly.Â
âI know itâs scary,â Spencer found his voice after a second, their hands clasped tightly together because there was more chance of snow in hell than there was he was letting her do this alone, âBut, baby, youâre doing so well, and youâre almost there,â He said in a watery sweet tone, dabbing at her brow once more and the two of them exchanged a teary look, âItâs going to be okay, youâre going to be okay, theyâre going to numb you for the whole thing and when itâs over weâre going to have our baby, huh?âÂ
She smiled ruefully because he was trying desperately to cheer her up, even though it sounded like he was reassuring himself just as much as he was her.
And she nodded, because she knew he was right, and more than anything she wanted their baby to be safe, even if it meant having her insides scooped out like she was some russian nesting doll.Â
âO-okay, yeah, c-can Spencer stay with me?â She asked nervously, and the midwife smiled, pressing a button to call for the anesthesiologist.
âOfcourse, honey. Just try to relax, weâre going to arrange an epidural for you,â She said in a voice that told Bugsy sheâd practised staying calm in an emergency a thousand times.Â
Bugsy breathed through her nose, feeling Spencer swoop in to wipe the lone few tears dribbling down her cheeks.Â
âItâs gonna be okay, weâre gonna be okay,â He said, his voice bustling with nerves and she wanted to tell him the same, wanted to tell him she loved him more than ever for trying to put a brave face on for her sake. But she couldnât, so she nodded frantically, leaning her forehead against his cheek and taking a few more deep breaths.Â
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âYouâre doing great, honey, youâre being so brave,â Spencer reassured in his biggest voice, his hand carding over the side of her hot face gently. There was blood, there was so much blood, and the sound of her monitor was the only sound that was constant and not at all worrying with its steady heart beat.Â
The midwives were flitting around the room, the lead obstetrician making careful incisions and handing various things Spencer didnât want to see over to his co-workers. Because he loved their baby already, couldnât wait to meet the mini him heâd been dreaming about since he was a boy himself, but Bugsy needed him first. She was his everything, his whole life, his whole universe fading between clear consciousness and a slightly loopy gaze as she relaxed on the table.Â
âIs it over? Are they here, are they okay?â She slurred, looking over at him where his hair was covered in a blue scrub cap, his entire body wrapped in protective uniform to minimise the risk of infection on her body.Â
He cradled her face again, shaking his head, âNot yet honey, youâre doing so good, itâs nearly over,â Spencer said, pressing his brow against hers because he had a mask over his mouth and couldnât kiss her properly, âI love you so much, I swear Iâll try every day of my life to repay you,âÂ
âYouâre being mushy, youâre freaking me out,â She joked as if she was her regular self, because the midwives had all warned him that the sedatives would take the edge off her nerves. And he chuckled, even if he was worrying enough for the two of them, sniffling behind the stuffy mask he had to keep on until she was in recovery.Â
âIâm sorry, baby, I just want you to be okay,â Spencer said earnestly, and he pressed a kiss to her head anyway even if she wouldnât feel it with his mask, âIâm gonna get you so many milkshakes when this is-â
There was a wail behind the curtain they had draped over her stomach, and both their breaths stopped in their chests.Â
âIs thatâŚâ Bugsy started, her eyes wide and alert even if seconds ago she had been almost drunk, âIs that it- is that them?â
And another scream resounded around the room as if to answer her.Â
Spencer swore he had never felt tears well in his eyes so fast until one of the midwives brought a wriggling, wrinkly bundle around the curtain, and within seconds he felt his cheeks sodden with tears.Â
âOh my god,â He said his smile reaching his eyes as the little creature was put on Bugsyâs chest, and it was only then he realised she was weeping too and he resumed his position stroking her head, âItâs a-â
âItâs a girl! Spencer, we have a girl!â Bugsyâs grin went from ear to ear, her eyes round and adoring at the ugly, scrunched face still screaming at them, her eyes closed and her skin covered in a white goop, âOh my god, sheâs so beautiful,âÂ
âI told you sheâd take after you,â Spencer said, not minding the nurses sewing Bugsy up as they stared at their little girl, Bugsyâs arms holding her body weight delicately though she didnât quite know what she was doing.Â
Spencer was quick to remove the mask once they cleared him to, and the second he was freed he pushed his lips to his girlfriendâs, their mouths equally as salty and sodden as one another with the way their cheeks washed with tears. Pulling away, he looked at her in the eyes, the same eyes heâd always loved, the same eyes heâd know in any life, in any world, in any fog, and their smiles were damn near blinding.Â
âI love you so much, I swear Iâm going to make it up to you, anything you want,â Spencer said, kissing her again, his hand resting over hers where she held their baby girl on her bare chest.Â
She didnât have the heart to tell him she already had everything sheâd ever wanted right there with her.Â
âI love you so much more, Spencer,â She said quietly, the two of them pulling away when the little girl squealed again and they chuckled, quickly rushing to calm her cries as they looked at her as if they had yet to realise she was real and she was theirs, âOh my god Spencer, youâre a daddy,â
âBugsy, youâre a mommy,â He said with raised brows and she gasped, giggling with glee as her free hand flew to grab his face and pull him in to kiss her again, âWeâre a mommy and daddy,âÂ
The two of them burst out laughing even though overjoyed tears lined their eyes again, and Spencer trailed a large finger down her chubby cheek softly, her skin shrivelled and pruney like sheâd been submerged in a bath for too long.Â
âSpencer, sheâs perfect,â She said after a moment, her breath completely stolen when she took her in, the small head completely covered in dark hair, which she had already suspected would be there from the amount of times she found herself itching at her stomach. Her tiny fists waved in the air as her sobs subsided, beginning to warm up to the skin on Bugsyâs chest, and Spencer audibly choked in a cry of his own when her eyelids slowly blinked open and revealed forest hues damn near identical to his own. He pushed his temple to Bugsyâs again as she carefully swayed her from side to side.
âIâm never going to let anything hurt you,â He murmured, his breath warm on her collarbone and his baby girl stared back at him like she understood, even though he knew that was pretty much impossible, âEither of you,âÂ
Bugsy sniffled with a wobbly smile, her hands shaking as she held her daughter up, âDo you want to hold her?âÂ
Spencer looked ready to wail all over again, not that she would ever hold it against him. The two of them had been weeping all day, and their kid was a real tear jerker to look at with her thick lashes and wide eyes.Â
He was quick to pop open his shirt, holding his hands out nervously as she placed the baby in his arms, his fingers supporting under her head the whole time he brought her to his chest.Â
Bugsy smiled, the midwife checking in with her for a moment before they were ready to wheel her into the other room to rest up, while Spencer looked entirely enamoured with the little bundle in his arms.Â
He was a dad. He had made this beautiful, perfect little girl with the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and somehow she had given him even more reasons to feel so lucky.Â
âHello, you,â He said through bleary eyes, smiling through a chuckle when he saw just how tiny she looked in his arms, and he had never seen anything look so fragile, âIâm going to try be the best dad you could ever have, okay? Iâm gonna be there for all the lame parties, and the sleepovers and the big games and every single time you need help on your homework, Iâm gonna be right there with you.âÂ
âWhat name are we putting on the chart?â The midwife asked as Bugsy watched Spencer murmur to the sweet face that looked up at him in wonder, âOr is it just Baby Girl Prentiss for the moment?âÂ
âItâs Reid,â Bugsy said with a smile, as Spencer poured even more of his gentle heart out in promises she knew he would keep until the day he died. And she knew without checking with him the name they chose weeks ago was perfect; the one theyâd decided on just a few days after the nursery was finished and she had yet another bowl of frozen grapes to chow down on while they admired their work.Â
One for his mother, one for Emily.Â
âAna Emilia Reid,â
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Dirty little secret
Summary: Eddie is in desperate need of a fake girlfriend after lying to his band mates about his dream girl.
Warnings: so extremely cheesy, corny, very much classic romcom tropes! Swearing, smut :p not exactly proofread!!
Wc: 11.5k
Y/n walks home, soft rain pattering on the concrete, she watches the drops splash on her black boots. After a long shift at the hideout all she wants to do is get back home to her cozy apartment where she can wash the liquor scent off of her and become useless on her couch.
âHey, you!â She adjusts her tiny headphones, turning up the volume on her Walkman to drown out any noise around her. âHey!â She walks a little faster when she spots a van out of her peripheral vision. The van drives slowly, matching her speed. âHey!â She finally pulls one headphone away from her ear, turning to look at the man.
âWhat?!â His eyes widen for a second before they return back to normal. âYou work at the bar right? The hideout?â She gives him a skeptical look, either he is a regular or a stalker and she doesnât have the time for either. âWhy should I tell you?!â The wavy haired man softly laughs, his ringed hand tapping on the exterior of the old van. âI see you there all the time.â
âHmâŚwell maybe youâre thinking of someone else?â Y/n picks back up and continues her walk home, but not before she's stopped again. âI need you to do me a favor!â She slowly turns her head back to him, trying to decide if she should give him the time of day or continue on home. âBefore you call me crazy and run away, Iâm Eddie, my band plays at the hideout every tuesday- you've worked a couple shifts when we play.â
She huffs, but ultimately decides that he might have something valuable to say. âYeah, so what?â
âSo,â he pulls the key out of his van and steps out, feeling the relief of his jeans clad legs finally being stretched. âJust hear me out before you say anything, okay? Basically I'm like the only single one in my band so I kind ofâŚmaybe told them that I have a girlfriend?â Eddie finally ends his spell and waits for Y/nâs response. She tosses her arms out a little, letting her hands slap back on her legs. âSorry about that. What does this have to do with me?â
Eddie gives her a smile, âAnd thatâs where you come in. You are⌠close enough to the description of what I gave them. So what do you say? Will you be my fake girlfriend?â She blinks at him, her eyes bugging out in disbelief of what sheâs hearing. She scoffs, not being able to form any words. Gulping, she finally musters up a response to this maniac. âAre you serious?! Whatâs wrong with you? We hardly know each other.â She rubs her forehead, looking back down at the sidewalk.
âWell, yeah. I need this, Iâll pay you back! Iâm not sure how, but I promise Iâll make it up to you! And who wouldnât want to have this.â His hands scan his body, trying to show off what a prize he is. Y/n shakes her head, not that this isn't interesting, and maybe the drama of it all will spice up her ever so boring life of sleeping and working, but she still isnât sure. âIâll have to think about it. Iâll call you!â
And with that she makes her way back to her apartment.
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Y/nâs been thinking a lot about that strange encounter with Eddie earlier. He wasnât a complete stranger, Sheâs been there a couple times when his band was playing a gig at the hideout but theyâve never had more than a five sentence conversation. Sheâs gotten into a bad loop of sleeping, working, sleeping, working, she hardly sees friends anymore and she definitely isnât going out of her way to make any fun just herself, so fake dating really didnât seem too bad. Maybe this will get her out of the house, and add a little excitement.
She flops open the phone book, finding Eddieâs number and dialing it. She waits for him to pick up, sitting on the counter, picking at her nails. He finally answers and her ear is instantly flooded with the sound of his raspy, sleepy voice. She has to admit, when she heard his tired voice she felt her breath hitch a little.
âWhat do you want?â He almost growls, his sleepy eyes growing heavier by the second, threatening to close and send him back into a deep sleep. âItâs me, Y/n. I was thinking about our conversation earlier.â
Eddie blinks his eyes back open, âSo you call me at one in the morning? Couldnât this have waited?â Y/n rolls her eyes, but damns herself for continuing to ignore the healthy sleep schedule she so desperately needs. âWell, I was going to agree to it. But maybe itâs just one of those crazy one AM thoughts. Who knows?â
Eddie rubs his hand over his face, rolling his eyes. âAre you doing it or what?â She waits a best before responding, to give herself a second longer to really think it through- but mainly just to leave Eddie waiting. âIâm doing it. But we need to lay down some ground rules. Iâll come over at two tomorrow-â suddenly sheâs interrupted by Eddieâs groggy voice âdonât you mean today?â She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. âIâll see you at two.â
And just like that, sheâs fake dating Eddie Munson.
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Y/n knocks on the door or Eddieâs trailer, patiently waiting to hear him walking towards the door. He flings open the door, standing in a pair of sweatpants with his plaid boxers coming out and a cut off tank top with his lower belly slightly peeking out from his hand resting at the top of the door frame.
âCome on in.â His free hand glides out to show her the way and he lets her step inside before shutting the door behind her. âThis is my palace. Take a seat on the couch and Iâll be back with refreshments.â He walks down the hallway and soon joins Y/n on the couch with a cigarette between his lips, offering her one then lighting his own. âNo thanks.â She moves the pack away from her and sits her bag in her lap.
âWhat did you call this meeting for?â He pulls his cigarette away from his lips, letting out the white Smokey air.
âIf we are going to fake date we are going to do it my way.â Eddie glances at her without moving his head, then looks right back at the television. âWe need to ease into it, not packing on the PDA right off the bat, but also seeming comfortable around each other. And I think it would help if we did some sort of test run, maybe I could properly meet these bandmates of yours before we jump in?â
Eddie ashes his cigarette, âDid you major in fake dating or something?â
âHaha, very funny asshole. Do you want to do this or not? Youâre trying to act smug but youâre the one who had to lie to his friends about having a girlfriend.â Eddie lets out a sigh, extending his response by taking a long drag from his cigarette. âYouâll properly meet them on Friday.â She nods, jotting it down on her planner.
âWe need to lay some ground rules, obviously donât try to randomly shove your tongue down my throat. I think since itâll be the first time I'm meeting them letâs just keep it simple, maybe hand holding, a cheek kiss or two. Nothing crazy.â Eddie laughs, leaning forward and crushing his cigarettes in the glass ashtray already full of white and grey ashes and cigarette butts.
âIâm not going to fuck you infront of them or anything, donât worry. I understand boundaries.â He gives her a smile, faint dimples carving in his cheeks. Heâs lucky heâs got a pretty face or sheâd storm out right now.
She gives him a disapproving look before shaking her annoyance off and continuing with the plan. âHugs, hand holding thatâs all fine, cheek kisses or whatever- I guess thatâs okay all the time. But an actual kiss or anything like that needs a little warning and easing into.â
âYeah, all sounds good to me. So Iâll see you Friday?â
âSee you Friday.â
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Eddieâs van is pretty cozy. Despite the five curbs heâs run over and the ten stop signs heâs blown through, itâs actually been a nice ride. The diner they were meeting at was about fifteen minutes away and Eddie had called her an hour before telling her he was going to pick her up. His van was warm, surprisingly smelt good (she noticed the cherry scented air freshener he hung up), and was actually pretty clean. He had a few books in the back, a water bottle or two and a few cartons of cigarettes in the door- but it had a homey feel.
âHaha, sorry.â Eddie murmurs, making her sling forward as he breaks hard. Thank god for seatbelts.
He pulls into the diner parking lot, looking around to find a parking spot. The diner is pretty cute from the outside, it has. A blue roof and a bright LED sign, large windows giving you a peek into the busy restaurant.
Eddie jumps out, racing to open the door. âThey are already here.â He holds a hand out, helping her out of the van. They walk inside, Eddie leading the way to the table the guys were sitting at. âHey guys,â Eddie gives a little wave, pulling a seat out for Y/n then plopping himself next to her at the table. The diner was bright, checkered floors with red and white booth seats, neon colors everywhere. âThis is Y/n, Y/n these are the guys.â
She smiles, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. A boy with brown feathery hair sticks his hand out, âHi gorgeous, Iâm Gareth.â
Suddenly Eddie was hyper aware of the fact that his band mates were oogling his (fake) girlfriend. He grabs the underside of her chair and pulls her closer, reaching over Y/n and pushing Garethâs hand down. âAnd he has a girlfriend.â Eddie stretches his arm in the top of Y/nâs chair, guarding her from the others.
âWell itâs nice to meet you guys! Eddie has told me so much about you.â She smiles, feeling warm and awkward with all the eyes on her. âLike what?â Another one speaks up, staring at her awkwardly. Eddie leans in her ear âThatâs Doug. Ignore him.â Y/n softly laughs, âTons of good stuff! Iâve seen you guys play a couple of times at the hideout. I work there every other day during the week and all weekend. Iâm excited to get to know you all a little better.â
âWell, youâll have tons of time on the trip! Iâm Jeff. Weâre all so excited to finally meet you, Eddie has really talked you up. Iâm bringing my partner, Gareth and Doug are bringing their girlfriends so you wonât have to deal with us alone!â Y/n gives Jeff a sweet smile before turning her head to Eddie, her face instantly changing. âWhat the fuck is he talking about!?â She whispers, leaning in to whisper in Eddieâs ear.
âWeâll be right back.â Eddie announces to the group before him and Y/n step aside.
âWhat trio are they talking about?! You didnât tell me about a trip!â Eddie rubs his face, âWe go on a âgroup bondingâ trip every year. That's why I needed you, I couldnât not bring a girl when everyone else is bringing their partners.â She groans, suddenly growing the urge to stomp her foot and fold her arms like a child.
âWhen is it?â
âNext weekâ
âHow long will we be gone?â
âOnly a week.â
Y/n huffs, rubbing her forehead then crossing her arms. âI think I can swing it. I never miss a day at work and Iâm always on time, and I always pick up extra shifts if they need someone so maybe I can talk them into some sort of paid time off?â
Eddie bites at his fingernails, âso youâre coming?â
âI guess so.â Eddie claps, giving her a smile. âYou wonât regret it, sweets!â
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Itâs a chilly morning, the ground frosted over, chattering teeth and near frozen eyelashes, but with the body heat of five guys, and two girls, Y/n was more than warm. Usually being up at Seven in the morning on such a cold winter morning would have Y/n seething with regret and frustration for agreeing to such early plans, but this morning was quite different already.
Eddie picks her up last, giving her a little extra time to sleep since she had previously made it very clear that if she doesnât get a full eight hours of sleep she will not be getting out of bed at all and if she is forced she will âreign terror on all of Hawkinsâ. He tosses her luggage in the back, the other girlfriends already asleep in the back row, and then lets her hop in the passenger seat as they head up to the cabin they rented for the trip.
The boys are loud, and the music they blast was about to give Y/n a major migraine, but it was oddly enjoyable. They had a nice energy to them, they were all smiles and laughs, the good energy was rubbing off on her.
She was looking forward to this week, maybe it wouldnât be so bad, especially if she got some alone time. Sheâs always thinking she needs to give herself a break since itâs not stop working for her, and this is the week just for that. Sheâs overpacked but not in her mind, sheâs brought anything and everything she needs to make this week's stay as comfortable as she can and she intends to do that. She hopes the cabin has a nice big bathtub so she can use the fancy bath salts she packed.
Eddie turns the music down a couple notches, âhaving a good time?â He reaches for her hand, and at first she almost pulls it away but reminds herself that they have to act natural. âYeah, the music is a little loud though.â He laughs, âtheyâll be louder than the music will ever get if I try to turn it down. Good luck.â
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The drive hasnât been so bad, now that they are an hour into the drive the boys have settled down, the adrenaline and excitement has worn off and now they are a little sleepy. Everyoneâs head is either pressed against the window or sagging back onto the headrest of their seats. Y/n huffs, sinking into the passenger seat that is growing evermore uncomfortable by the second. She presses her forehead against the glass of the window, closing her eyes.
Eddie pants her hand and she cracks an eye open. âNo you donât. If I canât get any sleep you canât either. You can sleep once weâre at the cabin.â She groans, rubbing her eyes while trying to stretch to the best of her abilities in the limited space. She wracks her brain, trying to recall a time where she agreed to be woken up early, then stay up the whole two hour drive with Eddie while everyone else slept- but she guesses itâs a good thing a girlfriend would do.
âOkay, butâ she yawns. âI donât know if that will last long.â
Eddie turns the music up a little louder, âweâll stop to get gas soon. Just hang in there for about five more minutes maybe? There should be something coming up.â
A couple more minutes pass by and before y/n knows it Eddie is pulling up to a gas pump. She swings the door open, jumping out. The relief of stretching her legs is unmatched and she paces a couple times.
Everyone stumbles out of the van, everyone equally as excited to be able to stretch their bodies and get some fresh air that wasnât contaminated by cigarette smoke or the smell of a bunch of twenty year old boys.
As Eddie shoves the nozzle in and starts pumping gas he wraps his arm around Y/n, pulling her into a little hug. She leans in, resting her head against his chest. His hand reaches up to play with her hair and she pulls away from the hug, letting his arm continue to rest around her shoulder and play in her hair.
It is a little awkward to hang on to each other like that but sheâs going to have to get used to it if sheâs going to survive the week. She came here to do this favor for Eddie, and as much of an annoying asshole he is, she still plans to follow through with this to the best of her abilities.
âYou can head in with them.â Eddie says, nodding over to the group that is heading into the gas station to grab whatever road trip snacks they can find. âItâs fine, It would make more sense to stay with you, right? I donât really do this whole dating thing.â Eddie nods, âMe either. If Iâm honest, Iâve never really had a girlfriend. I wasnât exactly the most popular in high school.â
âYeah, I had a few dates but they never went anywhere.â
The gang comes out of the store, white bags filled up with different bags of chips, cookies, and different sodas. Eddie tops off the tank, closing it up and opening Y/nâs door before hopping back in and starting up the van to continue their journey up to the cabin.
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The sudden stop wakes Y/n up, feeling Eddieâs warm hand on her shoulder softly shaking her awake. She rubs her eyes, yawning. âAre we there?â Eddie laughs, âYeah, weâre here.â She blinks her eyes open. The snow is falling, bundling the dark cabin in a white blanket of snow. It piles up high on the ground and stacks up on the room. âOh my god, itâs beautiful.â She steps out of the car, pulling zipping her coat up to her chin to hide herself from the bitter cold.
Eddie opens the trunk of the van, pulling out everyoneâs luggage. He throws his beat up old duffle bag around his shoulder and then grabs Y/nâs suitcase, lifting it so it doesnât track snow in. âItâs okay, Iâve got it.â Eddie shakes his head, âIâve got it, sweets. Iâm pretty strong.â He mumbles with a wink, grabbing the key from the mailbox and unlocking the door.
Y/n has to keep her jaw from dropping. The cabin is absolutely beautiful, big and open with warm, dim lighting. Thereâs a brick fireplace in the living room with a big puffy couch, knit blankets tossed over the back, Sliding glass doors that lead out to a big deck. When you walk in there is a kitchen to your left, a round wooden dining table with glossy cabinets, little green accents all through the kitchen.
Eddie leans forward, âstop gawking and go snatch the best room before anyone else can.â And with that Y/n turns the corner, walking through the hallway and jogging upstairs. All the bedroom doors are open, showing off the perfectly pristine rooms. She peeks through each room until she stumbles upon the biggest one. She opens the door to the bathroom, a nice big bathtub with a standing shower next to it, a big mirror and two sinks.
She would definitely be comfortable here for a week. A big cozy cabin that looks like itâs straight out of a fairytale book, the biggest and nicest room with snow blowing in, she didnât have anywhere to be or anything to do besides relax. The only downside is that she would have to constantly be putting in a performance when in front of everyone but despite that, it was perfect.
âWell I could get used to this.â She hears Eddieâs deep voice from behind her. Spinning around on her heels, Eddie gives her a quick smile. âNice huh? And where will you be sleeping? The floor?â Y/n rolls her eyes at him, âNo, maybe you should go sleep on the couch downstairs while I take this nice bed.â She pats the king sized bed while Eddie throws their bags on it. âOr maybe there will be a spare room for you?â
Itâs Eddieâs turn to roll his eyes. He crosses his arms against his chest, âin all seriousness, letâs just try to make this weekend as easy as possible. And donât go falling in love with me, sweets.â
She fake gags then opens her suitcase, if sheâs going to be staying here for a week sheâs going to make it comfortable. She pulls her folded clothes out and shoves them into the dresser, then hangs her sweaters and whatever else she doesn't want getting creased or wrinkled. She takes out all of her toiletries, stashing them in their respective spots in the bathroom.
âIâm going to shower. I want to wash all your cigarette stench off.â Eddie nods, yawning. âYeah, Iâm going to build a fire. The guys are already bitching that they are cold.â
âOkay, Iâll be down soon.â She grabs a change of clothes, something cozy to bundle up in since today they were just getting comfortable in the cabin. âSee you later.â
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Eddie sits next to the fireplace, tossing wood into it to start a fire so everyone will get off his ass about how cold they are.
âSo how long have you and Y/n been together?â Jen, Garethâs girlfriend asks. Eddie rubs his forehead, glancing over at the group who is all huddled on the couch. âUm, about six months I guess?â Maybe thatâs how long he has been trying to lie about a girlfriend? He knows itâs pathetic, really, but with the way his friends (even his 16 year old friends) were making him feel about being single was too much that he had to make up some fake girlfriend.
âAwe! You guys are so cute together! How did you meet?â Eddie strikes a match then tosses it in to start the fire. Not exactly how he learned in cub scouts but it was good enough. âWe met at the hideout. She works there.â He scratches his face, heâs not really in the mood to try to make up anymore details of his and Y/n's fake relationship.
âWere you playing a gig? Thatâs so cute! Have you said I love you yet?!â Jen is a nice girl, but god does she ask a lot of questions.
Out of the corner of his eye Eddie sees Y/n walk down the hallway and into the living room to join the rest of the group, and fuck is he happy to see her. âThere you are. How was your shower?â Y/n takes her place next to Eddie, sitting by the fireplace. âIt was good! I feel a lot better now.â
Now that they are here at the cabin with everyone, maybe they have underestimated how difficult this is going to be. Now that this is the first time everyone is properly meeting Y/n and getting to know them as a couple there will probably be endless questions about their relationship, their future plans, etc.
âGood, good. Now you can relax.â He picks at his nails, closing his eyes to relax.
Every year this trip is the highlight of his year. He loves coming up here and staying in for a week, doing absolutely nothing at all but hanging out with the guys. Usually they have some big fun thing planned, skiing, snowboarding, one year they tried to ice skate but that didnât go very well, but with the stress of Eddie having to find someone to have a fake relationship with- well, they didnât really get to plan anything big. But thatâs okay, these trips are really all about reconnection and spending some quality time together.
âWe were just talking about how cute you and Eddie are!â Y/n gives Jen a polite smile. âOh Iâm sure Eddie just loved that, hm?â She pats Eddieâs chest, relaxing back into the pillows Eddie threw down by the fireplace for him to sit. âI was just asking him some questions, is all. You guys met at the hideout? He said that you work there!â
Y/n glances over at Eddie. âYeah, he was playing a gig when we met. I guess his whole rockstar thing just kind of drew me in. Love at first sight!â
âOh, so you guys have said I love you!?â Eddie and Y/n make direct eye contact, and thank god Eddie had a little sketch book out or else they both wouldâve been in trouble. He quickly scribbles in the corner of the book, his handwriting spikey and in all caps reading âweâve been together for 6 monthsâ trying to quickly fill her in on a few things they havenât gone over due to Jenâs questions.
âYeah, yeah. What about you and Gareth? Enough about us!â Y/n shifts the conversation, not wanting to get caught up in any confusion or lies. âEnough about you?! This is the first time weâve met Eddieâs girlfriend! To be honest I didnât know if we were ever going to meet you, heâs hidden you from us for so long I just want to know everything.â
Y/n wanted to kill Eddie for refusing to go over more plans for this fake dating scheme, but she also wanted to thank him for taking a hundred stops on the trip even though she was annoyed. He made her wake up so early just for him to stop every fifteen minutes and make them get to the cabin at sundown. She blames all the peach tea he was guzzling but sheâs so thankful for it at this moment.
âItâs getting kind of late. I think Iâm going to head to bed. Tomorrow weâll have all day to get to know each other, right? Eddie has talked about you so much so I canât wait to get to know you.â She tries to politely excuse her and Eddie off to bed but she gets pulled back down by Jenâs constant questioning. âItâs only nine! How are you already sleepy?â Jen laughs, repositioning herself to get comfortable to stay up a couple more hours.
âShe gets car sick. So I think weâre going to get some shut eye.â He stands up, putting his hands on Y/nâs shoulders and giving them a quick rub as she leads the way off to their room.
Once they get in the room Eddie shuts the door. âWhat the fuck are we going to do about Jenâs constant questioning?!â Y/n scoffs and shakes her head, dressing down the bed for sleep since they donât have much else to do. âYouâre the one who said it was âdramatic and not necessaryâ to go over the details! Eddie groans, flopping down on the bed. âThis is your fault, Eddie! Donât get grumpy with me.â
âShit!â
âShit is right! We will just have to go over whatever details we can think of tonight.â Eddie stands back up, dropping his pants and ripping his shirt off until heâs just in tube socks and boxers. He slides back in bed, taking his time to get comfortable, ignoring the fact that heâs loudly fluffing his pillow and practically jumping on the bed. Y/n huffs, tossing a body pillow in the middle of the bed to separate their sides.
âHow are we supposed to know what the fuck else sheâs going to ask us?! She might personally quiz us on facts about each other.â Y/nâs throws her hands in the air, âOh my god, youâre so dramatic. We just go over simple things that a girlfriend and boyfriend should know about each other! Some family stuff, age, name, the obvious!â
âWell Iâm pretty sure weâre the same age, and you know my name!â Eddie tosses and turns trying to get in the perfect spot. âKeep your voice down or they are going to think weâre fighting and question us even more.â
âOkay, my name is Eddie, your name is Y/n, weâre both twenty-two-unless youâre hiding something? Youâre favorite thing about me is my gorgeous hair and my favorite thing about you is your personality. Is that solved?â
Y/nâs jaw almost drops at how annoying he can be. âIâm going to bed! I guess weâll just play this all by ear.â
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Three days into the trip and itâs been a breeze. Eddie and Y/n have had a few hiccups, but nothing to throw them off too hard. Jen got the message and stopped her constant questions, which kind of made them feel bad because she didnât mean any harm, sheâs just a curious cat.
After more arguing they finally settled down and stopped being so stubborn and went over a few things. They both got to know the basics, just simple get to know me icebreakers you would tell about yourself on the first date- not that either of them would really know what to say on a first date, but they tried to fill each other in as best as possible without staying up all night to share their whole life story.
âYou know, you snore really fucking loud.â Eddie says, walking out of the bathroom with toothpaste still on his chin. Y/n folds up her clothes, shaking her head. âWell you kick, and you groan, and you drool but I havenât complained about it.â A smile appears on Eddieâs plump lips as he walks over to what has become his side of the room, digging through his bag to find some clothes for the day.
âYou love every second of it.â Y/n raises her eyebrow, âIâll see you downstairs, weirdo.â
Y/n joins the group downstairs, everyone huddled in the kitchen eating breakfast. âHey guysâ smiles full of pancakes and bacon greet her back. âWhere is Eddie?â Jeff asks, looking around to see if he had missed him- which was pretty hard to do since he sticks out like a sore thumb with his crazy dark hair and his loud mouth. âHe should be coming down any second!â She grabs a plate, adding two pancakes onto it, a pat of butter, and some maple syrup.
Eddie comes down almost scarily quiet, coming up behind her and kissing her cheek. âOh thanks for making my plate, sweets!â He takes the plate of pancakes from her, adding on some bacon and a mountain of potatoes. âGotta fuel up for the day.â He gives his signature smile then shovels a pile of pancakes into his mouth.
Y/n shakes her head, grabbing another plate and making breakfast of her own- again. She joins the rest of the group at the table, sitting down next to Eddie where he shovels food into his mouth like a starved man.
âI canât believe we still have eleven days left of the trip.â Doug says, a smile on his face. âItâll be over before we know it. I donât want it to end!â Y/n turns to look at Eddie, his face just as full of confusion as hers is. âWhat do you mean eleven days? Are we not leaving Monday morning?â Y/n looks around, waiting for a response while everyone looks at her confused. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Eddie says between a mouthful of potatoes.
âIâd like to know too.â Y/n says, her voice slow and confused.
âWeâre staying here for two weeks. Thatâs been the plan all along.â Jeff pipes up, shrugging at Eddie like heâs stupid. âWell who the fuck was going to tell me that?â Eddie gulps down orange juice after then wipes the juice that falls from his plump lips with the back of his ringed hand. âWe all decided to add another week to the trip, you were there.â Eddie tosses his hands up in the air and Y/n stands up, grabbing his arm to lead him to the bathroom to talk about whatever the hell was going on.
âWhy the fuck didnât you tell me weâre staying here for two weeks?!â Eddie scoffs at Y/n, shaking his head. âObviously I didnât know either! You think I wouldnât have told you?â She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink. âWhy didnât you pay attention?!â
Eddieâs jaw drops, throwing his arms in the air. âMaybe if you would have paid more attention you wouldâve figured it out!â
Y/n grabs the hand towel, slapping him in the arm with it. âYouâre so frustrating!â The room goes silent for a while, both of them thinking how this is going to work out, how they can deal with another week of this without cracking.
Suddenly Y/n hears Eddieâs deep chuckle, shooting her head up to see his arms cross against his chest while he has a crooked smirk on his face. âWhat?â He continues to laugh, rubbing a hand over his mouth to try to stop the laughter. âAre you done with your fit now?â Sheâs a little annoyed, but canât help but crack a smile. All Y/n has to do is let her family know that she will be gone another week so they donât get worried if they try to call or visit, she needs to call the hideout and let her manager know that sheâs going to be gone longer than anticipated. And luckily she has enough to fall back on since she will be out of work for two weeks.
âI think I can swing it.â She rubs her forehead, âYeah, itâll be fine.â
Eddie claps his hands together, smiling. âThen letâs get back out there and shove our faces full before we head out today.â
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Thankfully, the group found some stuff to do so they wonât be totally cooped up in the cabin the whole entire trip. The guys want to go to some of the bars around the little town they were staying in, and there are some random touristy spots they wanted to hit, like a snowy hike Eddie seemed excited for, but Y/n is not excited in the slightest. She wasnât excited for hiking in the freezing cold, ice everywhere, smoke coming from your mouth anytime you speak, teeth chattering.
âAre you almost ready?â Eddie asks, pushing the door to the bathroom where she is getting ready. She gasps, looking back at Eddie. âWhat the fuck?â A smeared black line is under her eye, blinking fast since the wand hit her pupil. âUm, youâve got something right here.â She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink, letting her mascara wand fall from her hand.
âYou just ruined my makeup, Eddie!â He walks back over to her, lifting his hand up and circling around his eye. âRight there?â She nods, âYeah, you donât need all that shit anyways. It just hides your face from me.â Y/n is taken aback, her face gets hot as he walks out of the room.
âWhat?â
âFive minutes! Come on!â He claps his hands together as she hears him swing the door open and jog down the stairs.
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Y/n feels like an outsider.
Everyone is already well acquainted with each other, having established relationships that have lasted years. The guys are all sticking together and the other two girls have been friends for a while, so Y/n is kind of stuck. She gets along with the other partners, but the only one sheâs comfortable enough to talk to is Eddie. So she lingers around behind him while everyone else chats about. She doesnât mean to leave herself out, or seem rude, but she isnât sure how to include herself and she doesnât want to form some bond with these people if sheâs never going to see them after this trip.
Eddie clearly enjoys hiking. Heâs climbing huge rocks and going above and beyond, nearly causing everyone a heart attack when he fake trips near the edge of a cliff- completely ignoring the ice and snow all around him.
Itâs not that Y/n isnât athletic or necessarily hates hiking, it just isnât her thing. She feels out of place enough and heavy breathing in the freezing cold in the back of the group is a little humiliating.
Patches of ice cover the big rock steps, everyone carefully trying to avoid them so they donât slip. Snow falls and covers most of the steps so itâs a big guessing game on where the ice is under the heaps of snow.
Y/n grabs onto the railing they built for people to hold so they wouldnât fall on the steep stairs. She tracks up the stairs, successfully navigating the rocks. She steps onto the last one and instantly feels unsteady, her foot sliding from under her from the slippery ice under it. She falls on the stairs, smacking one knee on a sharp edge and her chin on the ground.
âOh fuck!â She hears, already growing more embarrassed than ever at the eyes she knows are on her. Eddie scrambles to help her up, âCareful now!â He whispers as she stumbles. Her eyes well up and she blinks hard to try to keep her tears at bay. She's not sure if the tears are out of embarrassment or the nauseating pain. Eddie sizes up her injuries, wincing and turning her head. âYou guys go ahead, weâll catch up.â
Thereâs spots of blood in the snow and the knee of her pants is completely soaked through. âCâmon sweetheart. Letâs sit you down.â He takes her hand and leads her to a little bench, throwing his first layer of jackets onto it so she doesnât have to sit on the wet wood. âSorry,â Y/n mumbles, feeling bad that Eddie has to stop when heâs clearly enjoying himself to clean up her mess.
âHoney, you donât need to apologize for anything.â He softly chuckles, thumbing away her tears. âCan I check out your leg?â She nods, wiping her tears away while he shuffles her pants over her knee. âYouâre lucky Iâve got all sorts of shit in here.â He pats his large hiking backpack and opens one of the front pockets, pulling out a first aid kit. âWeâve got to stop the bleeding but Iâm going to try to clean it up as much as I can.â His tongue peaks out as he rips open some packages, wiping over her knee.
âAh shit, I think you might need stitches.â She panics, shaking her head. âNo, no, no! Weâve still got so much to do!â
âWho cares when youâre hurt? I donât think anyone will mind if we skip bar hopping to get you taken care of. Now I can play doctor, Iâve had to stitch myself up a few times but I donât want to risk that on you.â His tongue pokes out again as he bandages up her legs, wrapping it up. âI think thatâll do for now. Now let me see that chin, honey.â
He softly grips at her jaw, looking at the big cut under her chin. âWell, it doesnât look good, but I think it just needs some cleaning up and youâll be all better.â He rips open a little alcohol pad, whispering a warning before he wipes her cut clean. He sticks a padded bandage under it and pulls her pant leg back down.
âOkay, wounded soldier is all recovered.â He holds out a hand for her, kissing the top of your head. âThanks, Eddie.â He rubs her shoulder, throwing his back back on his shoulder. âNo problem, sweets. Letâs get back up there. The troops are waiting on us.â
Y/n successfully gets through the hike without any more accidents. Though she is embarrassed about the whole thing, she smiles through it. Eddie holds her hand the rest of the hike to ensure she wont lose her balance and end up injured again.
âDo you wanna go back to the cabin? We donât have to go out with them.â Y/n shrugs while buckling herself into the van, Eddie starts it up and cranks the heat up to warm their red noses. âNo, youâve already had to hang back. I donât want to keep you from them anymore.â Eddie leans in, âTruthfully, I donât want to be their babysitter. So letâs hang back, yeah?â She nods, cracking a small smile. She was kind of relieved that Eddie doesn't want to go out, she wants everyone to have fun but sheâs happy that she doesnât have to hop around to crowded bars with a janky knee all night.
âYeah.â And with that he drives off, dumping the group to some random bar and heading back to the cabin, Y/n half asleep next to him.
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âWake up, sleepy head.â Eddie shakes Y/n awake , his hand on her shoulder. âWeâre back. Time to get up.â Y/n blinks awake, stretching and rubbing her eyes before sitting back up. âAre we home?â She hears a warm chuckle from Eddie, his lopsided smile making her want to fall back into her cozy sleep. âWeâre back at the cabin if thatâs what you mean by âhomeâ.â She nods, holding her hand out for him so he can help her out.
He leads them to the door. âYou really did a number on yourself today, huh?â She nods, âI guess so.â
âThatâs okay,â Eddie starts, opening the door and letting her walk through before shutting it behind them. âWe can set up on the couch for the night. But first, I should probably double check to make sure you donât need stitches.â She groans, but leads them to the bathroom nonetheless. Pathetically jumping up on the sink, Eddie knees the floor under her and rolls her pant leg up to investigate her injury again.
He peels the bandage, cleaning it with cool water. âYou could use maybe one stitch. But youâll heal fine without it. Iâd do it myself, but youâre much too delicate for that, hm?â She gulps, nodding before he lifts her chin, wiping the dried blood clean. âLetâs keep these bandaged. You want to keep them clean, but youâll heal them up in no time.â He pats her thigh to let her know she can jump down before he walks off.
Eddie gathers supplies, throwing down a mountain of blankets on the couch, along with all the snacks from the kitchen, and a pile of games he found in one of the hallway closets.
âWeâve got scrabble, monopoly, connect four, guess who, or we can just play D&D?â Y/n rolls her eyes, âWhatâs with all the baby games? Itâs not 1981 anymore.â
Eddie scoffs, âYouâre taking a lot of smack for someone whoâs got a busted jaw. Shouldnât it be all locked up or something?â Y/n laughs, plopping down beside him on the big puffy couch. Sheâs kind of happy that she slipped and busted her knee, if she didnât they would probably be in a stuffy bar with old drunk men surrounding them who smell strong of liquor and body odor despite the cold temperatures. Without her injury she wouldnât be wrapped up in a fur blanket on the couch, watching the snowfall in the big cozy cabin.
Itâs crazy to think that a couple weeks ago she hardly knew Eddie and now she shared a bed with him every night.
âLet me get a fire going and then weâll start a game or something? Maybe we can look through their VHS tapes?â Eddie stands up, walking over to the fireplace since there was an extra chill from all the snow piling up outside. âWe can do anything. Iâm happy as long as Iâm on the couch.â
Eddie comes back after lighting the fire, âWell, letâs get this party started.â
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âIâm about to flip this fucking board over!â Eddie groans, smacking his ringed hand onto his forehead. âYou chose monopoly donât get pissed that youâre losing!â Eddie huffs, watching Y/n make her next move.
âI win! I win!â Y/n laughs loudly, sticking her arms up in celebration of her victory. Eddie shakes his head, trying to act mad. He grabs her arms pushing them back down- but she refuses and wrestles him away. Eddie canât help but laugh along with her, wrestling her arms down. The board falls onto the floor with a clatter and they ignore it, Eddie straddling her legs while they fight. âYou cheated! You are a cheater!â Y/n laughs loudly, Eddie smiling down at her. Suddenly his arms give out, the big smile not leaving his face. Y/n opens her eyes, her laugh suddenly fading as she sees Eddie above her.
The silence is loud, only their breathing can be heard before Eddie leans down, slotting his lips between hers.
The door suddenly swings open, making them fly apart like they were caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing. Eddie clears his throat, falling back on the cushion breathless, unable to make eye contact with Y/n.
Caught, both of their cheeks burn red. âCanât wait until you get to your bedroom?â Doug questions them, letting out a throaty laugh while all the others stand there with smirks on their faces.
They both know that for people who are supposed to be in a relationship this is completely normal, but given their situation they are embarrassed to be caught, especially knowing what could have happened if they werenât interrupted. âFuck off, Doug. Don't act like I havenât caught you two two unspeakable things. In my van too!â Doug gasps and Eddie snickers, walking back to their bedroom and Y/n follows hot on his tail.
Once they get into their bedroom Y/n shuts the door. Eddie stands there, watching her as she rubs her hands against her bare arms. Neither of them are sure what to say, obviously something happened back there and they would both be lying if they say they didnât feel a spark.
âWell,â Y/n takes a step forward. âI think Iâm going to get ready for bed. I shouldnât be long- if you need the bathroom.â Eddie nods, biting at his fingernails. âYeah, yeah. Go ahead.â
While she is in the bathroom he paces around the room before sliding his rings off onto this nightstand, leaning back onto the mattress and blowing out a sigh. He rubs his face, âwhat the fuck are you doing, Eddie?â He asks himself, wondering why he canât get his thoughts straight. Itâs supposed to be a two week thing, after this trip they can just fake a breakup and forget about this whole thing and move on with their lives. Eddie isnât so sure about that. How can he ever just forget about all the memories heâs already made with her? Today was one of the best days of his life, being able to take care of her, spending the evening playing board games with her and completely letting her win.
âDo you mind if I turn off the light?â He hears her voice from the other side of the room, she stands next to the door, her hand on the switch. âNo, go ahead. Letâs hit the hay.â
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A group of girls arrived in the cabin next to them today. The two other girls decided to invite them over to join them since they had a day planned of sitting in the hot tub and getting drunk.
The snow has stopped falling for the first time in their week-long stay, finally crawling up to a tolerable temperature of forty five degrees. Y/n and Eddie have completely ignored the moment they shared last week, taking the weekend to have a little alone time, the girls went out to get pedicures while the guys stayed in and played D&D. It was nice to get to know the girls, Y/n actually really enjoyed talking to them and getting a break from the nerdy guys was pretty nice.
âOkay, weâve got enough beer for the day.â Eddie says, lifting two twenty four packs of beer and setting them on the table. âYouâre joking⌠right?â Eddie shakes his head, âDuh!â
âSmart assâ Y/n mumbles, shoving the random groceries Eddie had bought into the refrigerator. âWhat did you say?â Eddie questions with the rise of an eyebrow, walking over to her and peeking at her face. âOh nothing.â She hums, ignoring him standing behind her.
âHm, no, I think I heard something!â Y/n shakes her head at Eddieâs words. âNope, nothing.â
Eddie nods back at her, âOh! Okay. Sounded like you called me a smart ass but maybe I misheard.â She softly laughs, shrugging. âYouâre probably having auditory hallucinations. The beer is already getting to you.â
Eddie cracks a smile, âokay smart ass, go and get your bathing suit on before you end up in the spot next to Dougâs feet.â And with that Y/n jogs away to go put her swimsuit on and score them a good spot in the tub.
When Y/n gets back Eddie is already in the tub, a gap open which he obviously saved for her. On his opposite side is a girl, long dirty blond hair that falls mid back. Sheâs beautiful and Y/n canât help but feel a little insecure in her color block bikini.
She turns back, walking into the kitchen. Feeling far too exposed to be walking around in the house, She tries to adjust the highwaisted bottoms and cups on her top to cover more, but to no avail. She dotes around, trying to figure out how to stall. She's not sure why seeing Eddie talking to that girl has got her so worked up, she feels a little lightheaded and her face is hot.
âWhatâs got you looking so green?â Jeff asks, stepping into the kitchen along with her.
âUm, nothing. What are you up to?â She places a hand on the cold surface of the table, trying to get her to calm down. She can feel herself getting increasingly angry with her own thoughts. Her and Eddie arenât actually together, thereâs no reason for her to feel so⌠jealous.
âI needed to go to the bathroom, but Eddie sent me for a beer.â Jeff complains, leaning against the fridge in his rubber ducky swim trunks. âThatâs okay, Iâll grab it for him.â Jeff thanks her and runs off to the bathroom while Y/n collects a couple beers in her hands, knowing Eddie and the guys are bound to be taking a couple more trips to the fridge.
She slides into the hot tub next to Eddie, seeing the girl's hand placed on Eddieâs arm. A switch goes off in Y/nâs brain, âHere, babe. I got the beer you asked for.â Eddie turns his head, seeing her holding a can out for him. âOh, thanks. Where did j-â Y/n smashes her mouth into Eddieâs, cupping his jaw with one hand and pressing the other to his chest.
She slips her tongue in his mouth, Eddie taking a moment to process it before he slowly kisses back. She pulls away, red embarrassment painted all over her face. Eddie clears his throat, cracking open his beer. âIâve got to go⌠clear my head.â
Y/n face palms. How stupid could she be? Of course he didnât feel the same, he just needed a girl to play along with him so he didnât have to tell his band mates his dirty little secret. She groans, getting out of the hot tub and ignoring the looks she gets from the girl. Y/n is sure she is nice, and she probably just ruined a potential girlfriend for Eddie, a real one.
She waits a while before she goes to talk to Eddie. As she walks up the stairs after fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch she plans what she will say to him, apologizing for shoving her tongue down his throat and getting jealous when she has no right. They arenât actually together, this is all acting and she needs to respect that.
She opens the door to their shared room, hearing the shower running. She shuts the door behind her, sitting at the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie once heâs out. He was probably in the shower rinsing the chlorine out of his hair since he was trying to avoid it the best he could.
After a couple of minutes Y/n hears him turn the water off and she prepares for him to come out.
Eddie steps out, leaving the door cracked behind him to let the steam escape the bathroom. She opens her mouth to start, but promptly closes it. Eddie stands in front of the door, chest rising and falling with ragged breathing. She starts up again but fails to get any words out once more.
Eddie walks towards her, standing tall above her. Her breathing matches his, her chest suddenly feeling heavy. She reaches her hand up, settling it on his stomach and trailing it down before she pulls the white towel wrapped around his waist, letting it fall to the ground then wraps her hand around his thick cock. Sheâs at a loss for words as she takes in his naked form. His skin pale and pink, the dark blank ink of his tattoos contracting. His plump lips already puffy and bitten, his wet waves dripping down his chest and rolling past his belly button.
His cock is pretty and pink, long and thick. Perfect, just like she knew it would be.
âEddie⌠I really like you.â He lets out a hiss then softly grabs her jaw, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. âFuck sweetheart, Iâd love to talk about this right now but if you keep touching my dick I donât know if weâre going to get any talking done.â He presses his lips back to hers, trailing them down to her neck. His hands grab at the strings of her bikini, trying to untie it but failing.
âGet this fucking thing off.â She softly laughs into his mouth, reaching behind her back and pulling the strings to untie them. He peels the wet top off of her skin, groaning at the sight of her tits. âJesus Christ, honey.â Heâs practically drooling at the sight of her, reaching out to run his hands along her body. âGet in the bed.â She listens to his order, crawling up the bed and laying in the middle, watching him follow her lead and crawl over her body.
Y/n reaches down, going to pull her bottoms down. âDonât you fucking dare.â Eddie practically growls, pushing her hands away and slipping her swim bottoms off herself. Her chest heaves, begging him to do something, touch her, feel her. âPlease.â Eddie smiles down at her, âplease what? What do you want me to do?â His hands slide down her thighs and her hot skin warms his cold hands.
âAnything, please Eddie.â
He connects his mouth with hers again, moaning into the kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Y/n loves it, she doesnât think sheâll ever get enough.
Eddieâs lips trail down, pressing pecks down her arm, her chest, her sides, kissing over the little stretch marks that line her hips before he sinks between her thighs. âIs this good?â Eddie asks, his deep voice dripping out like honey thatâs been sitting in the sun too long. His big brown eyes stare up at her, dusted with lust and heavy with need. âYes, yes itâs perfect.â He lets out a deep laugh, making her squeeze her eyes shut as hard as she can to stop a moan from coming out of her pathetic mouth.
He finally lowers his head, pulling her thighs up to rest them over his shoulders. âFuck look at that.â Eddie presses a kiss to her thigh, âis this all for me?â She bites her lip, nodding. Eddie dives in, pushing his tongue between her lips.
Y/n gasps, her hand flying into his dark waves. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddieâs tongue working magic on her. He gently sucks at her clit while he slides a ringed finger inside of her. They hear a creek at the floor, the stepping sounds far too close to the room for their liking. Eddie looks up, panting. ��Did you lock the door?â Y/n shakes her head and Eddie jumps up, walking to the door to quickly lock it before any of his rude friends could barge in.
Y/n admires Eddieâs perky ass, softly laughing at it bouncing. Eddie jumps back on the bed, both of his hands cupping her jaw as he pulls her into a kiss. Y/n hand cradles the back of Eddieâs head, closing her eyes and leaning into him. âI think I might have a condom.â Eddie softly laughs on her lips, pulling her body closer into his.
âI donât have any. I didnât think this was how the trip would go.â Her hands slide over his arms, threading their fingers together and placing pecks over his lips. âOneâ kiss âsecondâ kiss âIâve gotta grab one Iâll be right back.â He laughs on her lips, giving her hands one last squeeze before grabbing his wallet and pulling out an old condom heâs had in there for a while.
âItâll do the trick, right?â Y/n softly laughs, nodding. âYeah, as long as thereâs no holes in it.â
Eddie shrugs, looking at the gold packet. âShould work.â
âLay back.â Eddie mumbles, getting serious again as he tears open the packet with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his cock. âYou ready?â He crawls between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit. She nods, pulling home closer. He knees the bed, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside of her.
She gasps, gripping at his arm. âYou okay, honey?â Eddie trails kisses over her neck, taking his time to place delicate kisses on her skin. âIâve never been better.â He pulls out, starting to slowly thrust in and out of her while his mouth gravitates to one of her nipples.
He sucks at her nipples, feeling it grow hard in his mouth. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, gently biting at it. Her back arches into him, throwing her legs around his hips and pulling him into her again. âFaster baby, please.â Her hand rests on the back of his head again, moaning at the electric feeling pulsing through her body.
âFuck, youâre so wet.â Eddieâs pants, completely breathless as he slides in and out of her, making a complete mess of the now crumpled sheets. Y/n feels her wetness drip down, surely making a wet mess of the fabric under her, but she couldnât care less.
She didnât expect the fucking whines that come out of his mouth. Whining like the one thing heâs never wanted has been ripped from his hands, laced with want and desire. She squeezes around him the moment the noise hits her ears, feeling like she could already cum around him.
He whines again, shoving his face against her neck. His hips speed up, snapping quick and deep. Eddie hits her G spot, making her back arch. He hums, letting out a little breath. Sheâd spend the rest of her life making him feel good as long as he keeps making these noises.
She doesnât get around much, but sheâs never had someone be so delicate with her but still make her feel so good. Everything about him is intoxicating, the slight drag of his teeth against her lip when he kisses her, the way his head falls back when he feels really good, the way his thick cock stretches her out perfectly and fills her up.
âYou feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Jesus H Christ, I fucking love your pussy.â He's obviously close to cumming as he starts rambling on, his balls growing heavy as he gets closer and closer. âI need you to cum first, sweetheart.â His hand slips between them, rubbing her clit. Y/nâs thighs twitch as the feeling, feeling more lightheaded as she gets closer and closer.
She squeezes tight around him, never wanting it to end as his cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy, Eddie all over her. âIâm about to cum, Eddie.â It takes him all but one second after her words for Eddie to bust inside of her, moaning loud. His hand never slips from the spot where he rubs her cunt, needing her to cum more than heâs ever needed anything before. âCâmon honey. Cum for Eddie, please. I know you want to.â She whimpers, closing her eyes as he works her closer and closer.
âEddieâ she gasps, calling out his name while she cums, clenching around his dick while her eyes squeeze shut.
She blinks her eyes open, trying to catch her breath. She watches Eddie sink down between her thighs again, her eyes widening. âHoly shitâ she whispers, feeling his tongue dart out to clean her messy pussy up.
He raises with a smile, pulling her into a kiss before he flops down next to her. âWeâve got to find spare sheets.â Y/n laughs, laying her head on Eddieâs chest. He rubs her back, kissing her forehead.
Edie glances around, suddenly feeling fidgety. âIâŚâ he shuts himself down, not sure where to start. âYeah?â Y/n looks up, placing a kiss to his bare chest. She laces their fingers together with the hand that wasn't softly scratching her back. âI know Iâm not the⌠coolest guy ever, and Iâve still got some growing up to do⌠but I think I can be something good for you maybe⌠if thatâs what you want.â
A smile breaks across Y/n's face, âI think so too, Eddie. I didnât expect this trip to go this way⌠but maybe now you wonât have to lie to your bandmates about a girlfriend?â Eddie laughs, wrapping one of his legs around hers. âI think, maybe no more lies?â
âYeah?â Y/n asks, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand.
âYeah.â
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âWe should probably get up.â Y/n mumbles, Eddie half asleep as he breathes slowly with his head back against a pillow. âI canât.â He whispers, âIâm too sleepy.â Y/n shakes her head, drawing circles on his chest. âWeâve just been laying on the wet sheets for almost an hour.â Eddie shrugs, finally opening his eyes.
âCâmon, I need to shower.â She jumps up and Eddie follows her, walking behind her as she opens the bathroom door, turning the shower on.
She looks in the mirror, trying to wipe the messy mascara that has leaked under her eyes. While sheâs occupied Eddie leans against the wall, admiring her messy state. Completely bare, bed head and smeared makeup. âYouâre really beautiful.â Heâs just thinking out loud, really. Not fully aware of his thoughts just flowing out. âI think youâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen.â Y/n stands there completely stunned, not sure what to say.
âNo one ever said that to me.â She awkwardly laughs, feeling embarrassed by his sweet words.
âReally? Thatâs hard to believe.â He takes a step forward, brushing her hair out of her face. âCan I tell you something?â She nods. âI told the guys that I was dating you before I even asked you. You were the one I told them about all along.â
Y/nâs mouth falls open, at a loss for words. âItâs kind of creepy, huh?â He laughs, shaking his head at how unbelievably dumb he can be sometimes. âI just saw you at the bar and you were so sweet and I just⌠I got a little crush on you and I really didnât think itâd go anywhere.â
She sighs, âMaybe a little creepy before, but not now that everything works out.â Eddie scoffs, feeling playful again. âCreepy huh. Sure you want to be with me?â Y/n hums, tapping her chin. âIâll give it a good two months before I get a restraining order.â
Eddie's jaw dramatically drops, grabbing her and yanking her over to the shower with him. âAnd I thought it would be kind of endearing!â
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âWake up, baby.â Y/n whispers, pressing kisses to Eddieâs cheeks to wake him up.
Today was the last day of the trip, and Y/n was kind of relieved. It was always nice to get a break and go away, especially with how this trip panned out for her- but it all felt like a dream and she wanted to get back to reality to make sure it was all as good as it seems.
Eddie groans, yelling while he stretches. He tosses the other way, trying to get away from her so he can sleep some more. âEddie,â she laughs. âYouâve got to wake up. We gotta be out of here by one and I already let you sleep in until ten.â
Eddie groans again, sitting up with a grumpy look on his face as he rubs his eyes hard to force himself to wake up. He shouldnât have put off packing last night, but he got a little preoccupied.
He turns to Y/n a deep from turning his whole face down. Suddenly a smile flickers onto his mouth, âI forgot youâre naked.â He rubs his hands together like he has an evil thought. Y/n steps out of bed, throwing on Eddieâs corroded coffin shirt and pulling her panties up. âNo time for this. Weâve got to get packing.â Eddie flops back on the bed, sitting there for a beat until he throws himself out, standing up and stretching out with a big yawn.
âPut something on to cover your ass and get to packing.â
Eddie snaps his head to her, offended. âYou love it!â
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Somehow, everyone packed all their things up and got them shoved in Eddieâs van with ten minutes to spare. Since Eddie drove the whole way up to the cabin, Gareth agreed to drive the last hour so Eddie could have a little break.Â
âGet your ass in there.â Eddie jokes, smacking Y/nâs ass as she crawls into the van. She rolls her eyes, smacking his hand away before he closes the door for her. âNow you canât fall asleep. I need twenty four seven entertainment to keep me driving.â She laughs, leaning her head back against the seat.Â
âWere you guys in a fight at the start of the trip? You seemed pissed at each other.â Eddie and Y/n look at each other with knowing grins on their faces. âSomething like that.â Y/n mumbles before Eddie starts up the van for the ride home.Â
This drive doesnât nearly seem as long as the first time around. Maybe thatâs because she and Eddie get to cuddle up in the back, and Eddie is definitely relieved to not drive the whole way.Â
Y/n plays in Eddieâs hair, softly massaging his scalp. âYouâre putting me to sleep.â Eddie says with a sleepy smile, his eyes closed while he enjoys the light massage. His head rests in Y/nâs lap, deciding he needed a relaxing nap.Â
âYeah, well your nap wonât be too long. Weâll be home in about twenty minutes.â He groans, shoving his face in her thigh. âJust keep playing with my hair.â She laughs, âI willâÂ
Itâs not long before they are back in Hawkins, sad the trip is officially over, but excited to be back home and in a more calm climate instead of there being a constant blizzard outside.Â
Gareth dropped himself off and the others quickly trickled out, leaving just Eddie and Y/n. âI donât want to leave you.â Eddie confesses, lifting their tangled hands and pressing kisses to each of her knuckles. âMaybe you donât have to.â Eddie takes his eyes off the road for a second, glancing back at her. âHm?âÂ
âMaybe just unpack at my place. Stay with me for a while.â She gives his hand a squeeze. âMaybe Iâll just stay with you.â He squeezes back, pulling up to her apartment building.Â
âLetâs get in there. I want to make up for all that lost time on the trip when we weren't together.â
A/N: this is my first fic Iâve ever posted on here:)))! This is kind of big for me, sorry if there is typos I tried my best to check!!! Iâll fix the spacing because tbh itâs annoying me! I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (06)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 5.3k
Aliyah's Notes: after the calamity of ch5 i present u ch6.... enjoy it. or not. AND IM SORRY FOR THE ENDING đĽđŠđ
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It's been days. Or weeks? You didnât even know anymore. The calendar on your phone kept reminding you, but you stopped counting. Maybe if you ignored the world long enough, itâll forget you existed. Maybe if you stayed in this apartment, you could disappear into these four walls like you were never here in the first place.
Numbers. You used to count them, obsess over them, keep track of every passing hour. But now, time feels... irrelevant. Whatâs the point of knowing how long youâve been sinking when no oneâs coming to pull you out?
The silence feels... safe. No one to judge you. No one to see the mess youâve become. Itâs funny, thoughâpeople always see what they want to see. The headlines called you a goddess, an untouchable force of beauty and success. But what would they say if they knew the truth? That the girl in their glossy magazines could barely stand to look at herself anymore.
You hated this. The lying, the pretending. Nina thought you were just going through a rough patch, but she didnât know how deep the cracks went. It wasnât supposed to be like this. You werenât supposed to be this anymoreâbroken, fragile, teetering on the edge again. You swore youâd never come back to this place. But itâs funny how easy it is to fall back into old habits, how fast the darkness creeps in when no oneâs watching.
No oneâs watching.
Maybe thatâs for the best. Let them keep seeing the version of you they wanted to seeâthe confident supermodel, the girl who had it all. Let them believe the lie, because the truth? The truth was ugly. The truth was youâve been staring at your phone for days, hopingâno, needingâfor a message, for something from him.
But nothing.
He was in Missouri. Working, you guessed. You didnât even know when he was coming back. He didnât say.Â
You hated him for that. But you hated yourself more for caring. For letting him in, even when you knew better. For thinking, for just one second, that maybeâjust maybeâthere was something real between you, beneath all the lies you told the world.
But none of it was real. Not the dating, not the smiles, not the person they thought you were. You were a fraud. A perfect, golden fraud wrapped up in designer clothes and empty promises. And the worst part was, you were too tired to fight it anymore. Maybe this was who you were now. A girl who hid in her apartment, waiting for the world to forget she existed.
Or maybe it already happened.
The sound of the door creaking open started you, pulling you out of the spiral youâve been sinking into. You didnât even need to look up to know who it was. No one else had the key to your apartment beside her.
âAre you kidding me, Y/N?â Ninaâs voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife. âThis is the third time this week. How long do you think you can keep doing this?â
You didnât respond.
Nina stromed in, slamming the door behind her, and you heard her heels clacking on the floor as she made her way to the living room. âYouâre not answering your phone. Youâre not responding to emails. You missed three shoots! People are asking questions, Y/N. What do you think Iâm supposed to tell them?â
You stayed silent, curling deeper into the couch. Maybe if you didnât look at her, sheâll go away. Maybe sheâll finally get the hint that you didnât want to be saved.
But Nina wasnât the type to back off. âNo,â she snapped. âYou donât get to ignore me, not today. You need to get up. You need to fix this, Y/N. You think you can just hide away forever? Is that the plan? Because let me tell you, honey, the world wonât wait for you to get your shit together.â
She stood in front of you now, hands on her hips, glaring down at you like a disappointed mother. Her usually immaculate hair was slightly disheveled, and you could tell by the tension in her jaw that sheâs been worrying.Â
âTalk to me, honey,â she said, her voice lower now. âThis isnât you. You donât just disappear like this. What happened? Is it Rafe? Is it work? Are you back toâŚâ her voice trailed off, but the question hanged in the air, heavy and unspoken.Â
You couldnât look at her. The shame curled in your chest, making in hard to breathe. She didnât know. She didnât know how badly youâve relapsed, how badly everything felt like it was slipping out of control again. And you couldnât bring yourself to say it. Not to her. Not to anyone.
âWhenâs the last time you even showered? Eaten something decent? Your careerâs on the line. Everything weâve worked for is on the line. You canât just⌠give up like this.â
Her words hit like slaps, each one stinging, but you still didnât move. You couldnât.
Nina huffed, pacing now, her frustration spilling over. âI donât know what happened between you and Rafe, and honestly, I donât care. But whatever it is, you donât get to throw your life away because of it. Youâre stronger than this, Y/N. I know you are. So why the hell are you letting this break you?â
You flinched at the word âbreak.â Because thatâs what it feels like. Like youâre already broken, shattered into a million pieces, and you didnât even know how to start putting yourself back together.
Nina crouched down in front of you, her voice softening, her eyes searching yours. âTalk to me, honey. Please. Tell me whatâs going on. I canât help you if you donât let me in.â
For a moment, you almost did. You almost told her everythingâthe text, the relapse, the endless void youâve been sinking into. But the words caught in your throat, choking you. Whatâs the point in talking when nothing will change?
You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. âIâm fine.â
Ninaâs eyes narrowed. âDonât give me that bullshit. Youâre not fine. Youâre far from it. You think I havenât seen you like this before? Youâre not fooling anyone, Y/N.â
She stood, her frustration bubbling back to the surface. âYou need to snap out of it. Because in five days, youâre getting engaged to Rafe Cameron, whether you like it or not. And a week after that, youâre walking down the aisle. You canât afford to fall apart now.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a lead blanket. The engagement. The wedding. The lies. It all felt so suffocating, so inevitable.
Nina crossed her arms, her voice firm. âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen. Youâre going to get up, youâre going to shower, and youâre going to pull yourself together. Because tomorrow, youâve got a charity event with Rafe, and youâre going to smile for the cameras and make everyone believe that youâre still that perfect, golden girl they love.â
You wanted to scream at her, tell her you couldn't do it, that you didn't even know how to pretend anymore. But instead, you nodded numbly, sinking deeper into the fog that had settled over your mind.
Nina sighed, her voice softening again as she headed toward the door. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. And I swear, Y/N, if you're still in this state when I get here, I will personally drag you to that charity event."
The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone with the weight of everything she'd just said.
You hadnât slept. Not really. Just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how you were supposed to pretend like everything was fine when every part of you was falling apart. You could still hear Ninaâs voice in your head, telling you to pull yourself together, to be the golden girl everyone expected you to be.Â
You dragged yourself out of bed, your body heavy. Your legs felt weak, and your mind feltl worse. Everything was numb, but somehow you still felt the pain. You stumbled into the bathroom, turning the water on without thinking. The cold spray hit your skin like tiny needes, and you stood there for a while, trying to let the string wake you up. But it didnât workâyou were still in that fog.
When you finally stepped out of the shower, you didnât even bother looking in the mirror. It didnât matter. You grabbed the first thing you sawâa plain black sweater, loose and oversized, and a pair of jeans that didnât quite fit right anymore. You didnât even try with your hair, just pulled it back into a bun. No makeup. What was the point? It wasnât like anyone cared what you looked like today.
When you got to the office, the tension hit you the moment you walked through the door. Your stomach twisted as you made your way down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. You could feel your pulse in your throat, your chest tightening with every breath. You shouldnât have cared. You shouldnât. But as you pushed open the door to the conference room and saw him sitting thereâRafe, looking like he hadnât been bothered by a single thingâyou felt the anger bubbling up, hot and sharp.
It started as a familiar ache that had been building ever since the night he walked out of your apartment without a word. Two weeks. Fourteen days of silence. Fourteen nights spent waiting for a text that never came, hoping for even the smallest explanation, something to make sense of the hollow space heâd left behind.
Day 1. Monday, 2:42 AM
You: âHey. Are you home? LMK, just to be safe.â
Day 2. Tuesday, 8:18 AM
You: âIâm still so confused about what happened last night, but letâs talk when you have a minute.â
Day 3. Wednesday, 5.32 PM
You: âLook, if youâre mad at me, just say it! I thought we were good, what the hell?â
Day 4. Friday, 11:04 PM
You: âItâs been days and I still donât understand why you left like this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 3:27 PM
You: âFuck you. I don't know why I keep texting. I know youâre seeing my texts, even though Iâm on delivered. Just tell me if youâre done with this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 10:41 PM
You: âWhy am I acting like Iâm the one who fucked up? I didnât do anything wrong. You left me like I was nothing, and your only explanation was a shitty rom-com excuse. I thought we were friends, Rafe.â
Day 5: Sunday, 11:36 PM
You: âI hope you rot in your shit ass apartment, but trust that I will show up to one of your stupid games with a sign that says âSmall Dick Ghosterâ in big, glittery letters. And I hope Chiara will hug you so hard that sheâll end up strangling you to death. Fuck you, again!â
And there he was, sitting there like none of it had happened, like you were still just strangers playing a game. His posture relaxed, that effortless confidence radiating from him, his gaze fixed on the papers in front of him, completely indifferent.
It infuriated youâthe ease with which he moved on, the way he could look so composed, so completely unbothered, as if he hadnât abandoned you in that moment when you were raw and vulnerable. Like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing.
Every part of you screamed to confront him, to demand an explanation for the silence, the absence, the complete disregard. You could feel the hurt clawing up from your chest, tangling with the anger that burned hotter with each passing second. He was so close, but somehow, he felt miles away.
So instead, you steeled yourself, locking down the hurt, burying it beneath the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. You wouldnât let him see the effect he had on you, wouldnât give him the power to know just how much his absence had shattered you. Noâhe would get nothing from you. Not a word, not a glance, not a single sign of the turmoil raging inside you.
You walked past him without a word, each step heavy with the weight of the anger you swallowed down. Let him sit there, pretending like nothing was wrong. Let him think he could ignore you, dismiss you, erase you from his life without consequence. Because you would make sure he felt every bit of the coldness he had left you with, every ounce of the hurt heâd carved into you.
Ignoring him was the only power you had left, the only way to keep the anger from spilling over, from breaking you down entirely. And if he thought he could continue on as if the past two weeks hadnât happened, then he was going to learn just how wrong he was.
Nicolas cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. âHi, you twoâweâve got a lot to go over, and the timeline is tight. The engagement is in five days, and the wedding is scheduled for a week after that. So we need to finalize the details todayâfood, decorations, dresses, the guest listâŚâ
You couldnât focus. The words blurred together a dull hum in the background as you stared down at the table. Rafe said something, his voice casual, but you tuned it out. You didnât want to hear him.
Sabrina spoke next, her tone brighter, more enthusiastic. âThe audience is really enjoying you together, by the way. Ever since your date, and especially after the pictures from Kelceâs party where you two were cuddled up? People are in love with the idea of you and Rafe together. So, good job, guys.â
Your stomach churned at her words. Cuddled up. Like you were some happy couple.
âAnd tomorrow,â she continued. âYouâll need to make another public appearance together. Itâs a charity event for cancer awareness. A perfect opportunity for more good press. The public is expecting you two to show up as the perfect coupleâaffectionate, in love, all of that.â
In love.
You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. This was the part where you were supposed to smile and nod, agree to hold his hand and play the role of the devoted future fiancĂŠe. But all you felt was the tension building, the weight of the lie pressing down on you until it was suffocating.
Rafe shifted in his seat, and you could feel his eyes on you, but you still didnât look at him. Rafe felt an uneasy twist in his stomach. You looked⌠different. Disheveled, almost. Your sweater hung losely over your shoulders, practically swallowing your frame, and he could see dark shadows under your eyes that hadnât been there before. You seemed smaller somehow, your usual energy muted, replaced by something tense and fragile.
Rafeâs gaze dropped to your hands, noticing how your fingers fidgeted restlessly, twisting and tugging at your sleeves. Your leg was bouncing under the table, tapping out an anxious rhythm that only he seemed to notice. Every small movement, every nervous habitâyou looked like you were holding yourself back, like there was something simmering beneath the surface, ready to break free.
You still hadnât looked at him, hadnât given him a single glance, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Youâd been messaging him, and heâd been⌠well, avoiding it, convincing himself it was for the best. But seeing you now, seeing the wear and tear heâd left behind, he couldnât shake the guilt.
Rafeâs chest tightened. Heâd expected you to be angry, maybe annoyed. But this? You looked worn down, frayed at the edges, like you've been carrying a weight no one else could see.
You didnât remember most of the details they were talking about. Your mind drifted in and out of focus as they went on about the guest list, the food, the decorations. All you heard were wordsâdresses, flowers, venues. None of it felt real. It was as if you were watching someone elseâs life unfold in front of you, just sitting there, an outsider in your own story.
âThe wedding will be televised, of course,â Sabrina says, flipping through her notes, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of it all. âAnd with a full press presence. We want every detail to reflect both of your public personas. Elegant, grand, but also with an intimate, personal feelâsomething that tells a story about who you both are.â
Who we were. I almost laughed at the irony. I didn't even know who I was right now, much less who we were.
âWe were thinking of something grand but elegant. A modern luxury wedding. White roses, lots of gold accents. Maybe something at the estate in the Hamptons?â
You glanced at the board, at all the glossy, pristine images of weddings that could belong to anyone. None of them felt like you.
âDo you have any preferences?â Sabrina asked, smiling like this is the most exciting conversation in the world. âColors, themes, anything thatâs important to you?â
"Actually," you finally broke your silence, your voice coming out quietly, but the words landing heavily in the room. "Iâd like the ceremony to reflect... my background." You could feel Rafe's eyes on you again, but for once, you didnât care. This wasnât about him.
Sabrina blinked, taken aback, but she quickly nodded, jotting down notes as if she were open to whatever you had in mind. "Of course, that could be beautiful. Were you thinking about specific details?"
You hesitated for a moment, uncertain if theyâd take you seriously, but you pressed on. "Yes. The colors⌠the decorations. I want there to be vibrant colorsânot just whites and pastels, but deep greens, maroons, and gold. The way weâd have them back home. And for the flowers⌠jasmine and roses. Thatâs what we use for weddings where Iâm from. I want it to feel like... like part of my heritage."
Nicolas raised an eyebrow, as if he hadnât expected you to care about any of this. But he just nodded, his pen moving across his notepad. "We can definitely arrange that. A traditional, multicultural theme would add a unique touch to the event, I think. Itâll definitely resonate with the press and the viewers."
You didnât care if it resonated. It wasnât for themâit was for you, a sliver of authenticity in this whole farce.
Then Sabrinaâs voice broke into your thoughts. "And of course, the dress. Have you given any thought to what you want? Or would you like us to arrange for a stylist to go over options with you?"
Your heart twisted at the mention of the dress. The one thing youâd always imagined as a girlâthe dress youâd wear at your own wedding. Only, youâd never thought it would be for this.
"Iâd like to include some of my culture there too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... a fusion. Something elegant and modern but with hints of traditional South Asian bridal elements. Like embroidery or... beadwork. Maybe even henna if it wouldnât look out of place."
Sabrina seemed to light up at the idea. "That would be stunning. We can definitely work with that! I know several designers who specialize in fusing traditional and contemporary styles."
She was still talking, but the air around you felt thicker, as though the room was closing in. You could sense Rafeâs gaze without even looking at him, the weight of his silence pressing into you.
You zoned out again, your mind wandering back to the last wedding you attended. The colors, the music, the way the brideâs lehenga shimmered under the sun as she walked down the aisle. Youâd always thought your wedding would be like thatâfull of life and celebration, surrounded by people who loved you.
Instead, you were planning a wedding for the cameras, for people who didnât know you.
The sudden, sharp knock on the door cut through the stillness like a jolt of cold water. Your head shot up from the pillow, heart hammering in your chest. For a moment, the world felt like it was still. The quiet of your apartment, the thick fog still clouding your thoughts. You didnât want to get up. You didnât want to face the world outside of this bed, this cocoon of emptiness youâd wrapped yourself in for days.
Another knock, this one louder, more demanding.
âY/N!â Ninaâs voice came through the door, sharp and impatient. âYou better not still be in bed, because I swearââ
The door swung open before you could even make a sound, Nina storming in, wearing the same determined, unbothered expression she always had when she was on a mission. You tried to bury your face back into the pillow, but she wasnât having it. Her hand reached down, grabbing the covers and yanking them off with force. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, the warmth of the blankets yanked away along with any shred of comfort youâd been clinging to.
âGet up.â Nina wasnât asking. She was commanding. âYouâve got a charity event today, and Rafe is already at the venue. We donât have time for your pity party.â
You squinted at her, still half-wrapped in your sheets like a burrito, and mumbled from underneath the pillow, âCanât you just⌠I donât know⌠handle it for me? Go in my place. Youâd look great in a gown.â
She cocked an eyebrow. âOh, Iâd look amazing, but you and I both know I donât have that kind of charisma.â
âTrue,â you admitted, peeking out from under the pillow.Â
Nina raised her hands in mock surrender. âExactly. Now, up. Iâm not playing with you today.â
Before you could even protest, she yanked the covers off you with a dramatic flourish, leaving you to shiver in nothing but your oversized T-shirt. It was a miracle you didnât roll off the bed in the process.
âCome on, Y/N. Letâs go.â Nina didnât wait for you to even get a grip on reality before heading straight for your closet, rummaging through your clothes like she was on a mission. âYouâre going to look so good today that Rafe might just start thinking you actually like him.â
You shot her a glare that couldâve frozen water, but she just smirked, tossing a black dress onto the bed like she was some fashion fairy sent to save you from yourself.
âIâm not going,â you said flatly.
âOh, yes, you are.â Nina threw a matching pair of heels onto the bed with the same casual flick of the wrist she used to dismiss your protests. âBecause you will look stunning, and you will show up.â
You sat up slowly, rubbing your face. âWhat is it with you people? Why does everyone keep trying to drag me out of bed? Itâs like Iâm the worldâs most reluctant celebrity.â
âBecause you are.â Nina grinned, holding up your dress like she was presenting the Holy Grail. âBut, hey, guess what? Youâre really good at it. So stop sulking and get your glam on. Youâre the star of the show today.â
You let out a theatrical sigh. âOh, joy.â
Nina didnât even flinch. âIâm not asking for a performance. Just put on the damn dress and show up. You can pretend to be miserable, and Iâll pretend Iâm not a miracle worker for getting you out of here.â
You hesitated for just a moment, then dragged yourself out of bed with a grunt. âFine.â
âOh, by the way, Aishaâs going to be there. She practically begged me to make sure you show.â
Your eyes snapped open. Aisha Patel. Your best friend and, quite honestly, the only person in your life who could drag you out of bed with a single text. Sheâs been your best friend since youâd arrived in the States. Sheâd been away for five monthsâlonger than ever beforeâworking on some high-profile project in Switzerland. You hadnât seen her in ages.
âYouâre kidding,â you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. âAishaâs coming?â
Nina smiled smugly. âYep. Sheâs flown back for the event. Can you imagine the drama if you donât show up? Sheâll never let you live it down.â
You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips. âGod, I missed her.â
âMe too,â Nina said, her voice softening for just a second. âBut you still have to get up. Like now.â
You looked at the dress Nina had already picked out, a sleek white gown that somehow made you feel both glamorous and like you were about to attend a royal gala. âFine. Iâm up. Iâm dressed.â
Nina, who was already rummaging through your closet like a pro, grinned. âYou look absolutely beautiful, honey,â she noticed your weight loss but decided to not speak on it, in fear itâll make you relapse⌠if only she knew. âChiaraâs also going to be there...â
You froze, the mention of Chiara Romano sending a cold shiver down your spine. Youâd told Nina everything about the Chiara encounterâher subtle digs, the way she made you feel like you were just another passing phase in Rafeâs life. Sheâd made things uncomfortable enough at Kelceâs party, and now you had to face her again?
âWhat? Fucking why?â
âHer fatherâs the one running the whole damn event,â she explained. âIâm surprised you havenât heard of her or her family because theyâre pretty famous, especially in the entertainment and events world. So, get ready for a day full of small talk, fake smiles, and people who will pry into your private life.â
You sighed. âHow perfect is that?â
You stood in front of the mirror, trying to shake off the heavy weight of everything swirling in your head. You glanced at the clock. You were running out of time.
You reached for your hair tie, pulling it through your tangled locks. Your hair had grown longer than you remembered, and you decided to tie it up in a messy, yet elegant bunâone that would allow a few soft, curly strands to escape and frame your face. It was casual but chicâclassic you. You let a few strands fall loosely, giving the bun a less formal, more effortless vibe. After a moment of satisfaction, you moved on to the makeup.
A soft, dewy glow covered your skin, nothing too dramatic. You didnât want to feel caked in layers today, just enough to enhance your features. You applied a touch of blush to your cheeks, just a hint, to keep the look fresh. A thin line of mascara lengthened your lashes, and your signature lip combo was the finishing touch. Simple. Comfortable.
As you turned to check yourself one last time, you heard Nina's voice from the other room.
âY/N! We need to go now. Rafe's texting me and heâs getting antsy. Heâs apparently already at the event!â
You sighed, feeling the familiar rush of anxiety settle into your stomach. The mirror reflected a version of you that was ready for the world, but the world, especially tonight, wasnât ready for this version of you. But as the pressure of the event built up, you couldnât deny the uncertainty gnawing at you.
When you made your way into the living room, Nina was pacing, her phone glued to her ear. She shot you a quick, approving glance. âLooking good. Letâs go.â
As you grabbed your clutch, ready to face whatever tonight had in store, the doorbell rang. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it Aisha? Maybe sheâd arrived early, wanting to meet up before the event?
But when you opened the door, your breath caught.
Standing in the doorway wasnât Aisha.
It was Rafe.
He was in a suitâsharp, looking like he belonged in a magazine ad for high-end fashionâbut his eyes, dark and intense, held something more than just a desire to impress. He had the look of a man who knew he had messed up.
His words hit you before you could even process them. âYou look stunning. I wanted to make sure youâre okay... before all this.â The sincerity in his voice made your heart thump a little faster, and you hated yourself for it.
The words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you just stood there, blinking at him. You hadnât expected him to show upâespecially not with that kind of intensity in his eyes.
You exhaled slowly, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest, your posture defensive. The audacity of this guy.
âReally?â You scoffed, trying to mask the vulnerability creeping up your spine with sharp sarcasm. âNow you care?â
Rafe seemed to falter at that, but he quickly recovered, taking a small step closer, but not enough to make you feel cornered. âIâve always cared, Y/N. You know that.â His voice was quieter this time, and the sincerity in his eyes almost made your resolve crack.
âDo I?â you shot back, stepping out of the doorway and giving him a once-over, your gaze icy. âBecause you sure had a funny way of showing it.â
Rafe winced, a flash of guilt flickering in his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. âI messed up, okay? I shouldâve reached out. I didnât know what to say, but I shouldâve just... shown up.â
You rolled your eyes, the anger simmering beneath your skin rising again. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, not from the sight of him, but from the frustration that had been building over the past two weeks. âYou didnât know what to say? You think showing up fixes two weeks of silence? Just like that?â
He took a step forward, his face tightening, as though he was bracing himself for a confrontation. "I wasnât sure what to do," he said, his voice lowering. "I thought... maybe you needed space. I thought if I gave you time, it would be better." He ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his expression. âI was trying to do the right thing.â
You stared at him for a long moment, the audacity of his words settling like a lump in your throat. âSpace?â you asked, your voice low, incredulous. âYou thought ghosting me for two weeks would give me space?âÂ
Rafeâs face twisted in guilt, but it didnât matter. You werenât going to let him off the hook.
âDid you at least see my texts?â you demanded, anger rising in your throat.
"Y/N, youâre needed at the car right now!" Nina called, stopping Rafe in his tracks of answering. Before you could walk away, Rafe reached out, his hand closing around your wrist, pulling you back gently.
"Wait," he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin.
You stared up at Rafe, your breath caught in your throat, uncertainty swirling in your chest. The air between you two felt charged, a thousand unspoken questions hanging in the balance. Your pulse was racing, but before you could voice any of them, Nina practically shoved you both into the elevator. Her hand pressed the button for the ground floor as she threw your heels at you, the sharp click of the stilettos punctuating the tension.
You caught them on instinct. The elevator descended, and your mind was still spiraling, trying to piece together what the hell was happening. What the fuckâthis distance between you and Rafe?Â
But just as the elevator doors opened, the sound of a familiar car door slamming outside caught your attention. A quiet thud, followed by the sound of heels clicking against pavement. Your instincts were on alert, an uneasy feeling crawling under your skin.
And when you turned to look, you saw someone stepping out of the car.
Someone who shouldnât be here.
âI was wondering when weâd get the chance to catch up.â
chapter seven
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Description: James Potter is in his second year of university. He's with his friends, having the time of his life! His only problem... a horrible, evil, beautiful, wonderful girl who doesn't seem to return the feelings he's developing for her. His dramatics and flirtatious antics usually work. He just can't quite figure out how to hook this girl.
Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader
Warnings: drinking, idiots to lovers, reader is described as american in one line because what is fanfiction if not a bit of self-service on occasion
Word Count: 8.2k
Coming into his second year of university was supposed to be fun. He was no longer jittery or nervous about classes since heâd already been there and done that for a full year. Besides, he was James Potter. Of course he had gotten down the routines like they were nothing to him. It was easy as pie. Now, as he brimming with confidence, he was looking forward to seeing old friends, and meeting new ones. It seemed bright and exciting: and it was, so far!Â
Until his second day.
James walked into his final Thursday afternoon class and sat in a seat near the front. He might enjoy goofing off here and there, but heâd be damned if he was going to do any less than stellar in his classes. The class filled fairly quickly, seats being taken all around him. He barely noticed when a girl sat in the seat next to him as he pulled out a notebook and a pen. Until he turned with a small smile that melted off his face as quickly as it arrived.Â
âGreat,â he grumbled under his breath.Â
She looked in the direction of the utterance curiously, blissfully unaware that one of the last few open seats, and the one she just had to choose, was right next to James Potter.Â
âPerfect,â she muttered bitterly, shaking her head. âI suppose youâre going to try to get me to convince my roommate to fall in love with you again, yeah?â
âNot after last time.â
She scoffed a laugh. âOh, yeah? Whyâs that?â
âBecause youâre selfish and donât care about the happiness and general wellbeing of others.â
âRight. As if your happiness should be my number one priority,â she rolled her eyes. âYouâre insufferable.â
James turned his head to her abruptly, feeling quite put off that sheâd say such a thing. Him, insufferable? He thought it might do her some good to do a bit of self reflection, and had told her as much last year. It didnât do any good, obviously, considering she was still just as irritating as ever.Â
âSheâs dating someone anyway. So youâre out of luck,â she said, seeming quite pleased with herself.Â
James was annoyed again. âDating someone? Great. That couldâve been me if you werenât so horrible, and now Iâve got to wait until they inevitably break up toââ
âSheâs dating a girl, so good luck with that plan of yours, Potter.â
James blinked in surprise. He supposed he never exactly saw Lily with a boy before. But⌠But he liked her so she couldnât possibly be interested in girls. What a silly notion, he thought.Â
âYouâre sure?â
She stared at him for a moment. âUh⌠yeah. Pretty sure.â
James hummed in thought. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI didnât know until summer,â she shrugged. âShe came out to me shortly before she told me sheâd been asked out by her current girlfriend.â
âHow odd.â
âExcuse me?â she asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression.Â
His eyes widened. âNo! Not like that. I just⌠I didnât realize. I just assumedââ
âCareful how you phrase things, maybe,â she said, looking at him a little suspiciously.Â
He nodded quickly. âRight.â
He fell silent for a moment. A few blissful seconds that she basked in. Until he opened his mouth again.
âI justâŚâ he said, then sighed. He thought for a couple seconds. âI donât think Iâve ever not been able to win someone over before. And this seems pretty bleak for me, doesnât it?âÂ
She snorted a laugh, nodding. âYeah. More than bleak, Iâd say.â
James smiled a little, then internally scolded himself. There was no reason to laugh at a joke a girl like her made. How terrible. He was better than that. He straightened in his seat, determined to ignore her now that he really had no use for her with his precious Lily too far out of reach for even him to pull in, all things considered. He pouted for a bit, feeling terribly sorry for himself as the class started. He took his notes, of course, but not without sighing every five minutes or so.Â
âCan you cut that out?âÂ
James looked offended again, glancing at the girl.Â
âCut what out?â he whispered back.Â
âThe constant sighing. Itâs irritating.â
âIâm upset.â
She rolled her eyes, going back to taking notes. He fell silent, but only for a few seconds.Â
âYou try finding out the girl youâre in love with is gay.â
âFor me, that would actually work out.â
James rolled his eyes. âYou know what I mean.â
âGet over it,â she said after a beat.Â
He glared at her, then went back to his notes. Again, really only for a few seconds.Â
âWait. Are you gay, too?â
âSo what if I am? Thatâs not really your business, is it?âÂ
âIâ Maybe not. But Iâm curious,â James said, looking at her.Â
âStop talking.â
âI just wanna know.â
âYou sound like a child,â she sighed, exasperated. âYouâre distracting me.â
James gave her one more sour look before turning back to his notes. He was feeling quite annoyed now. Maybe it wasnât necessarily âhis businessâ what her sexuality was, but he couldnât help but be curious. Why was that his fault? He couldnât quite figure it out. He waited until the class ended this time to turn to her again.Â
âI donât mean to intrudeââ
âIâm sure you will, though,â she stated.Â
James sighed. âYouâre so difficult. Iâm only curious. I donât mean anything by it.â
She huffed a breath, then looked at him straight on. He raised his brows in question, hoping she might answer if he tried looking innocent enough. She shook her head.Â
âItâs a bit of a rude question, you know?â
âHow?â he asked, feeling a little offended.Â
âItâs personal.â
âWell Iââ James started to argue, though his voice died. His eye twitched slightly as he thought about it for a few seconds. âOkay. I guess⌠I guess that makes sense. I just thought it was, like, knowing your hair color or something like that.â
âPersonally, itâs something I usually only discuss with my friends. Not with a strange boy who Iâve only spoken to when he decided he liked my roommate.â
âThatâs mean.â
âWe arenât friends.â
âItâs still mean,â James said, standing up with his bag.Â
She did the same.Â
âItâs honest.â
James pouted a little. âIâm only trying to make conversation.â
She looked at him for a moment, and he looked right back, his hand on the strap of his bag. He quirked a brow when she was silent for a second.Â
âIâll see you around,â she said at last, not unkindly, but definitely not in a friendly manner.Â
Of course, James had to relay this ridiculous interaction to his roommates when he got back to his flat. He sprawled out on the couch, his hand flipping off the side to touch the floor and his cheek pressed against the cushions.Â
âSheâs evil. Thereâs something in her that isnât right. Iâm sure of it.â
Sirius furrowed his brow. Heâd been hearing about Jamesâs plights with this woman since last year. It always seemed that his buttons got pushed so easily by her, and Sirius couldnât help but wonder how on earth James kept getting himself into these situations
He sighed softly, leaning back into the armchair to the left of James, a hand running through his long, dark hair before settling over his face.
 âYouâve been dramatic plenty of times before, Prongs, but this might be a new height youâve climbed to,â Sirius said, his voice slightly muffled through his hand.Â
âMm. Not quite evil to keep that sort of thing to yourself. I donât run around campus advertising that Iâm queer,â Remus added, walking into the living room with a cup of tea.Â
Remus settled on the ground near Siriusâs chair, leaning his back into the arm of it as he stretched his long legs out. He did plan on doing so on the couch, but it seemed that James had beaten him to it with his dramatics.Â
âThatâs not what I mean,â James groans. âItâs how she acted. I donât care if she keeps that to herself, but she didnât have to be so mean to me. Itâs like she delights in making me feel stupid.â
Peter laughed from the chair across the way from Siriusâs. âItâs not always hard to do.â
James scowled at the boy, but before he could say something back, Sirius sighed loudly.Â
âJames. Just back off of the girl.â
James turned to Sirius. âWhat do you mean?â
âIf you ignore her, sheâll ignore you.â
âHow do you know?â
âBecause she probably finds you just as irritating as you find her,â Remus says pointedly.Â
âYou guys are supposed to be on my side,â James says.
His friends all exchange a look, then stare back at him.Â
Sirius leans forward on his chair to come to eye-level with James.Â
âJames. You are like a brother to me. I love you dearly. But leave the poor girl alone before she hits you.â
James buried his face in the couch cushion and groaned loudly in protest. Maybe they were right, but he didnât have to like it. He knew he was being dramatic and probably a bit annoying, but he couldnât help it. He hadnât met someone who got under his skin so easily in a long time, and he didnât like it. After a few minutes, he lifted his head, looking at his friends. He didnât like to upset them, and he was afraid if he kept this up, that he might do just that.Â
âYou guys want to go get dinner on me?â he offered.Â
They smiled, Sirius in particular shaking his head at his friend in amusement. James felt a little better then as he scrambled off the couch.Â
Jamesâs first encounter with the girl of his dreams, who he begrudgingly accepted no longer could be, happened a few days later. He walked into a cafĂŠ just off of campus to get a little fuel for his first essay of the semester when he saw a familiar head of red hair. His first instinct, of course, was to rush her with a smile and that classic Potter-charm of his⌠but then he deflated.Â
There she was: the wretched girl who had stolen his dear Lily from him. He looked sour for a moment, then sighed, shrugging it off internally. He supposed that he couldnât really be mad since he wasnât also a girl, so Lily wouldnât like him no matter what.Â
But if he was, he was determined heâd be very upset about the whole ordeal.Â
He sat down at a table across the small coffee shop, inadvertently staring at Lily and her girlfriend. He had to admit: the girl she was dating was very pretty. And they did seem happy together. But it was still a little bit annoying. He hardly paid attention to someone approaching with his drink until he heard an unfortunately-familiar voice.Â
âI would tell you that a picture would last longer, but I donât think I can condone borderline-stalking my roommate,â the girl said, setting his latte down in front of him.Â
He looked up at her in a bit of surprise. She just seemed to pop up everywhere.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked.Â
She looked down at her apron, then back at him with a puzzled expression.Â
âIâ I work here?â she stated, shaking her head a bit. âThought you may have gathered that from me bringing you your drink and wearing an apron.âÂ
He deadpanned, unamused. âI just didnât expect to see you here is all. Itâs like youâre everywhere.â
âItâs been like a week and half and weâve seen each other twice,â she said, huffing a breath at his dramatics. âAnyway. Is there anything else you need, besides maybe a magazine or a blindfold?â
âWhy would I need those?â he asked, immediately annoyed.Â
She pointedly looked at Lily and her girlfriend, then back at James. He made a face of realization, then chuckled a little despite his better judgment.Â
âOh. No. Iâll stop staring, Iâm justâŚâ
She paused waiting for him to finish, but it didnât seem like he was going to. She nodded slowly after a beat.
âWell⌠itâs been a pleasure as always.â
James nodded, but then he leaned forward to grab her wrist. âWait.â
She turned around, giving him a look that told him to let go immediately.Â
âSorry,â he said quickly, dropping her wrist. âJust wanted to ask if you got that western civilization assignment done for tomorrow.âÂ
âTomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday.â
He raised a brow. âYeah. Itâs a Tuesday-Thursday class.â
She paused, looking a little lost. âWhat?â
âItâs on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The assignment is supposed to be done for tomorrowâs class.â
âYouâre joking.â
James shook his head. âNo. Why would I be?â
âShit,â she sighed heavily, throwing her head back. âHow hard is it to do?â
âNot hard, but it took some time.â
She groaned. âGod, I feel so stupid.â
âYouâre not stupid. Just forgetful, obviously,â James laughed.Â
She did not look amused. âRight. Well⌠Fuck. Thanks for the heads up, then.â
James looked quite pleased with himself. He actually got a âthank youâ out of her. He nodded quickly.Â
âWhat would you do without me?â he smirked.
She glanced at him, looking somehow even more unimpressed. James didnât like that look.Â
âIâd have missed one class. Donât give yourself too much credit.â
James watched her walk off, feeling annoyed once again. Itâs like she couldnât help but ruin his mood every time they talked. He sipped his latte, and suddenly felt more irritated: this might have been one of the best latteâs heâd ever had, and she just had to work there. Great.Â
He kept his eyes on the girl as she walked back behind the counter, getting started on whatever task came next for her. She seemed to be making some kind of drink. He watched her as she flitted around back there easily, taking note of the way sheâd occasionally scrunch her nose in a weak attempt to adjust her glasses as her hands were full. He took in every detail of her outfit that he could see from the other side of the counter: a simple black t-shirt and jeans that looked annoyingly good on her. Like it wasnât enough to be irritating all the time, she had to be pretty, too. How was he supposed to just ignore her completely? He scoffed to himself at Siriusâs stupid advice as he sipped at his drink again.
That same thought snuck into his head as she walked into class the next day, dropping into that same seat right next to him. He took note of her slightly messy hair, and the crewneck sweatshirt that hung on her a little loosely. He looked at her nails as she pulled out her laptop, smiling a little at the baby blue that was painted on them. He liked blue quite a lot. He was in the middle of looking at the minimal makeup on her face, especially the gloss on her lips, when she just had to interrupt him.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked, looking at him as if heâd grown a second head.
âNone of your business,â he replied quite defensively.
âYouâre staring at me. It feels like my business, Potter.â
He rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to be so difficult? Itâs like she had fun making him feel like an idiot.
âI wasnât staring. I was observing.â
She sighed, softly, shaking her head as she went back about her business, logging into her laptop. He tried really hard to remember what Sirius had told him and just ignore her as well as he could, but it wasnât exactly his fault that she had a photo of herself and some guy on her computer.
âI thought you were gay?â he said curiously.
She turned her head to him slowly, and if he thought she looked at him like he was stupid before, it was nothing compared to how she looked now.
âWhat?âÂ
âI thought you said you were gay,â he clarified, though it made nothing clearer for her. He pointed at her laptop background, âbut, thereâs a boy with you on your computer.â
âI never said I was gay. I said it wasnât your business if I was or not.â
âBut you must not be if you have a boyfriend.â
âUgh,â she groaned. âThatâs my brother, nosey. And Iâm not gay.â
âThought you said that wasnât my business?â
âIâm going to slap you.â
âThatâs what Sirius said,â James replied, though it was mostly to himself.
She snorted once. âYour friends are telling you youâre gonna get hit by someone?â
âBy you,â he corrected.
Now, this piqued her interest. She looked at him curiously.
âYour friends tell you that I am going to slap you? Why?â
âI told them we donât really get along. Sirius thinks I should just ignore you.â
âYouâre doing a shit job of it,â she laughed a little.
He wanted to be annoyed, but he couldnât help but smile a bit back at her. She had a nice laugh. He thought to himself that maybe heâd like to hear it more. It would certainly be better than the grating sound of her always being annoyed with him.
âCanât help it if Iâm curious.â
âYou can help if youâre peering over my shoulder at my personal laptop.â
âIâd hardly call it peering. Plus you have a large screen, itâs easy to see.â
She cracked another small smile against her better judgment, and decided on ignoring him the rest of the class. It didnât work. At all.
âSoâŚâ James started up when the professor decided on padding the rest of the class time with an âopportunityâ to get a headstart on the next assignment. âDid you end up finishing that assignment that was due today.â
âClearly.â
James furrowed his brow. âHuh? How is that clear?â
âIâm a mess. I look like I just rolled out of bed, because I practically did in order to finish the assignment today before the rest of my classes. I havenât even been in my apartment since like eight this morning.â
James still looked on in a bit of confusion, glancing over at her again, taking in her appearance. Sure, she wasnât extremely put together, but she still looked pretty. James, ever the one to speak exactly whatâs on his mind, decided on telling her that.
âI think you look really pretty today.â
She swallowed once, looking at him in a moment of mild shock. She usually wasnât one to clam up around anyone, but she certainly was now, and James took notice.
âSorry. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable or anythingâŚâ
âNo. No, it isnât that. I justâŚâ she trailed off, then shook her head. âNevermind. Just⌠work on your assignment. Itâs what weâre meant to be doing anyways.â
âOh. Right. Sorry,â James nodded, feeling a little bad now that heâd apparently made her uncomfortable.
Though, as much as it was a sense of discomfort that she felt at his compliment, there was also much more to it. Not that she would ever tell him that. No, it was much worse than the normal annoyance she felt for the boy when he looked her up and down and gave her that sweet smile. It was terrible and evil and made her face a bit warm. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his cheek smushed in his hand nearly making her smile being all the more evidence: she was developing a crush on James Potter.
James was in the process of waking up on a cold Saturday morning in early October. Usually heâd be able to pull himself out of bed somewhat easily, only really needing a good shower to get his blood pumping for the day ahead. The âprocessâ part came into play as a rare, true hangover made him feel both dizzy and like a rock stuck in bed.Â
He wasnât a stranger to a late night of drinking with his friends, or a party here and there while he was at school. Even in his highschool days, he would sometimes sneak out from under his parentsâ watchful eyes with Sirius to go live it up for a night. But it rarely resulted in an actual hangover. Sometimes a headache, occasionally heâd throw up before bed, but this? This was hell on earth. He was convinced. It certainly didnât help that he hardly remembered past drink number seven the night prior. He decided on not letting the frat boys fill his cup anymore.
After an hour of laying in bed, he finally decided that it might be time to at least try to join the world of the living. He rolled off of his mattress, shuffling into the bathroom to take a cool shower. He effectively did as much, only having to bend over the toilet bowl to empty his stomach twice! He was quite proud of himself for that, considering he felt nauseous the entirety of the shower. He stumbled back into his room, haphazardly drying off his body and hair before slipping into a sweater, jeans, and a warm coat. He slipped on his boots, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door. He thought that maybe his favorite cafe would have something to lift his spirits and fill his now-empty stomach. He also thought that maybe a certain girl might be working. That would definitely lift his spirits.
He walked into the cafe around 11am, finding it surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. He had started making a habit of visiting the place probably more often than he needed to. He knew the usual flow at this point.
He frowned when his favorite table was taken, and ended up dropping into a seat near the back by a window after he had ordered. He sat his order number marker on the table, and waited for a familiar face to show. He started to smile when he saw his coffee and a chocolate pastry being set in front of him, but it dropped as he looked up to see a less familiar man. He thanked him anyway, despite the fact that he was quite disappointed. He picked at his pastry, and sipped his drink, letting the carbs and caffeine make him feel a bit like a human being again after such a rough night. He decided to stick around for a while after he finished both, just sitting and thinking. He always liked being alone with his thoughts, but they seemed to flow a little better with the hum of something in the background. A cafe full of people did the trick for the day. After an hour or so of staring out the window, he decided he could use another cup of coffee.
He went to wait to order behind a small line of people, fiddling on his phone until he was finally called up to order next. A smile grew on his face when he saw who was taking orders now.
âHi!â he said to her cheerily.
âOh. James. Hi,â she said, a little surprised to see him. âWhat can I get you?â
âYou werenât here earlier. I got here a little past 11, and some guy brought me my drink.â
âYeah. I just got in at 12. So⌠what do you want to drink?â
James ignored her question with another smile. âHow long are you working today? Donât you normally come in earlier?â
âFive hour shift today,â she said with a small sigh. âI just didnât start early this time.â
âOh. Well, itâs good youâre here now. Iâd have hated to admit that I might have missed you when I saw you in class on Tuesday.â
She fought a smile at that, determined to remain irritated at him.
âAre you going to order? Youâre kind of holding up the line.â
âRight!â he exclaimed suddenly, looking up at the menu as if he didnât get the same thing every time.
âDo you just want your usual?â
James stilled at that. She knew his normal order? He smiled a bit to himself, trying not to seem too delighted at that fact. But he shook his head quickly, even though thatâs exactly what he planned on getting.
âWhatâs your favorite drink?â
âI like the lavender oatmilk latte.â
âLavender? In coffee?â He made a sour face.
âJames,â she said, somewhat shortly as he dawdled.Â
âIâll have one of those, then.â
âYouâre sure?â
âYeah. But if itâs gross, Iâm blaming you.â
She smirked a little as she shook her head, typing in the order.
âAlright. Itâs in,â she said, nodding to the side for him to get out of the way.Â
âBut I didnât pay.â
âItâs on me,â she replied. But, she continued before he could think it was too sweet, âItâll get you out of the way faster.âÂ
He nodded, giving her a thanks with a shy smile. He went back to his seat, expecting that same wretched boy to come back out instead of her with his drink. Though it certainly took a long time for him to do so. Just as James was looking over his shoulder to see what was taking so long, he saw that same familiar face coming towards him with a mug of coffee. He smiled up at her as she set down the mug.
âI thought you were on the register.â
âI was.â
âBut you just had to come see me, right?â
She scoffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. âEnough out of you. I came to ask about the test on Tuesday.â
âOh?â he asked, looking down into the coffee she brought. It didnât look gross, at the very least, but he still wasnât sure about lavender in his coffee.
âI canât find my notes from two weeks ago anywhere. Do you think I could borrow yours by any chance?â
âYou want to borrow my notes?â
âYou can be an idiot sometimes, but youâre not stupid. Unfortunately, you are actually really smart under thatâŚâ she gestures vaguely at him. âYou know. Your whole vibe.â
âHey!â he exclaimed, pouting a little.
âItâs a compliment.â
âStill mean. I thought you Americans were supposed to be nice.â
âI think youâre thinking of Canada, but I mean it in a nice way.â
He huffed a small sigh, tilting his head as he looked up at her. She tried not to look at him for too long, sure sheâd start grinning for real this time. Why did he have to be so handsome? And so annoying. And ridiculously charming. She merely quirked a brow at his silent tantrum, waiting for him to speak again.
âI guess. You can have my notes, but you have to come get them from me at my apartment.â
âYou canât just email them to me?â
He smiled. âNope. I take âem on paper. You can come get them.â
âIt would be easier to take a photo of them.â
âI want my roommates to have to meet the girl who hates me so much anyways. Theyâve been dying to properly see you without me having to point you out across campus.â
âYou talk about me a lot?â she asks with a little smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.
âEnough,â he smiles at her brightly. âCome on. Just humor me.â
âI donât have your address,â she argued weakly.
He laughed a bit at that. God, she was adorable when she was being difficult.
âGive me your phone, then.â
âWhat for?â
âIâm going to put my address in. And my phone number so I donât always have to try to catch you here or in class when I want to talk to you.â
âWho says I want to talk to you?â
âI think you secretly like me.â
âI think youâre annoying.â
âI think you secretly like me, even though Iâm annoying. Youâre trying to tell me Iâm not a delight to be around?â
She sighed softly, clinging hard onto that small sliver of irritation, even if it didnât do much good against the boy. She pulled out her phone, unlocking it and handing it over to him. She watched as he typed in all his information, and even took a cheesy little selfie for his contact photo.Â
âNo, no, noâŚâ she said, trying to take her phone back when he started messaging himself.
He put out his arm with a giddy grin, blocking her from getting the phone back as he continued on his path with the other hand.
âHow else was I meant to get your number?â he giggled, hitting send and handing the device back to her. âJust wanted to make sure you wouldnât be the only one with the option to contact me. If you were the only one of us who could text, weâd never get the ball rolling on a proper friendship.â
âMaybe I donât want to be your friend,â she snorted once, pocketing her phone again. âYouâre a nuisance.â
âIâll see you tonight then, right?â He ignored her poor insult. âTo get the notes, I mean.â
She fell quiet for a moment before begrudgingly nodding. âYeah. Iâll see you then. When will you be home?â
âFor you? All day.â
She rolled her eyes again, but she couldnât help but fight a warmth in her cheeks as she turned to get back to work.
As it turned out, much like she was suspecting, letting James put his number in her phone, and consequently exchanging numbers, was a horrific idea. It seemed that every time she went to check her phone, even if it was the middle of the night, he had something to say. Whether it be an actual message or just a strange meme he found online, he was constantly sending her texts. She was convinced he was testing out a kind of exposure therapy. That maybe, in his head, if he kept bugging her all hours of the day she would learn not to act so annoyed by him. To his merit, he was mostly right. But it helped that she was harboring a secret crush on him to begin with.
James, on the other hand, was getting non-stop reprimands from his friends. Every time he pulled his phone out and started typing, theyâd groan in annoyance, knowing exactly who he was trying to talk to.
âMate, youâve got to lay off the poor girl,â Remus grumbled softly, his head dropping onto the back of the couch when he clocked James texting her in the middle of a movie night with the boys.Â
âI just thought she might think this movie is good. Iâm recommending it,â James shrugged a little, still typing away.
âShe probably doesnât care,â Peter said casually.
âShut up, Pete,â James huffed, setting his phone down. Though he left it up to make sure heâd see exactly when she texted back. âItâs funny. She likes funny stuff.â
âYouâve got it bad, Prongs,â Sirius shook his head as he came back into the living room from his brief excursion to the bathroom. Remus pulled him right back into his lap as he came out, hugging him tightly.
James looked at them, making a disgusted face and groaning.Â
âYou guys arenât allowed to talk about me when youâre always clinging onto each other like that.â
âYouâre just jealous,â Sirius smirked.
âMaybe I am! I have to watch you two cuddling all the time, all in love. Itâs sickening,â James crossed his arms as he looked back at the television. âI shouldnât have to watch that and hear about how I shouldnât text a girl I fancy.â
Remus and Sirius shared a look. Remus then set his sights on James with a raised brow.
âSo you fancy her now, do you?â
âShut up.â
âJust saying,â Remus chuckled. âWhen we started the school year you said she was evil. Now you fancy her.â
âShe is evil. She doesnât like me back,â James sighed dramatically, slumping in his seat. âI donât get it. Girls loved me in high school. Then all of a sudden weâre at uni, and the first girl I like turns out to be a lesbian and the second one thinks Iâm annoying.â
âPoor boy,â Sirius cooed at his dear friend jokingly. âYouâll find one soon. Maybe she just isnât the one for you.â
âBut I want her to be! It isnât fair. She probably doesnât like English boys at all. I bet thatâs what it is.â
âWhat?â Remus asked incredulously.
âSheâs from the States. I bet she only likes, like⌠farmers or surfers or something stupid.â
That earned a laugh from his friends, brushing off his dramatics as usual. James merely pouted to himself as he watched the movie until his phone buzzed next to him. He grabbed it like his life depended on it when he saw who the notification was from, smiling like a giddy child as he read the message.
âalright. thanks for the rec, Iâll check it out :)â
He giggled a little to himself. âShe sent me a smiley face! You guys think that actually made her smile? I bet it did.â
His friends merely sighed, ignoring him again since he wouldnât have listened to their response anyways as he typed away.
âMaybe we could watch it together some time! I think my friends would really like you. They didnât get to know you well enough last time they saw you since it was only a couple of minutes. You should come over!! :)â
He sent the message, but as soon as the excitement calmed down a smidge, he sent another message.
âIf you want to, of course. I donât want to pressure you. But I do want to hang out with you. I think youâll like me if you decided to stop hating me lolâ
âSorry, that sounded weirdâ
âI just mean that we could be good friends, I think. Youâre funny and cool, and Iâm also funny and cool. Itâs like weâre made for each other haha!â
âI donât mean it like that. You know what I mean, yeah?â
âFuck, mate, you writing a novel over there?â Sirius laughed with wide eyes, looking at the phone in Jamesâs hands.
âI keep fucking up and sending weird stuff,â he groaned. âTrying to do damage control.â
âNot much damage control to do when she already talks to you in person,â Sirius retorts with a smirk.
âShove off, Pads.â
His phone buzzed again.
âright lol. maybe sometime? do you plan on talking through the whole thing though? you tend to be a motormouth, you know lmaoâ
He let out a breath of relief, smiling to himself again when he saw that he didnât screw things too badly.
âIâll be quiet during all the important parts at least. Promise!â
He waited for a moment, staring at the screen as a little text bubble popped up almost immediately.
âmaybe then, yeah. iâll let you know next time iâm getting too happy with my peace and quiet. or the next time lils and her girlfriend are making out in front of me againâ
He laughed softly, ignoring the looks he was getting from the others as he texted the girl. They were all in happy relationships, they certainly were not allowed to judge him for being excited to be speaking to somebody cute.
âMight not be much better with Sirius and Remus here, but misery loves company, right?â
âThose are two of my mates you met when you picked up those notes a while back, btw. In case you forgot their names.â
âTheyâre dating now.â
He waited patiently, not even paying an ounce of attention to the movie still playing. Besides, if he was going to watch it with her again some time soon, who cares if he missed a bit of it?
âgood for them, theyâre probably super cute together. but yeah, iâll text you next time thenâ
James smiled brightly.
âGreat!!! Iâm looking forward to it! We can order dinner and everything.â
âBut not like a date.â
âUnless you wanted it to be lol. Just kidding. We donât have to do that.â
âBut Iâll still buy dinner so you donât go hungry.â
He waited again as the speech bottle popped up, and frowned a little when it went away. Then, there was a little heart on the first message he sent about ordering in, which, to him, felt like everything.Â
She was surprised with herself when she was all nerves before going to see James and his friends for that promised movie night. Though, she quickly realized that was incredibly silly.
As she got to know Jamesâs friends, she kind of started understanding why he talked so highly of them. She adored them, and thought it was pretty funny that they always seemed a little bit lovingly exasperated with his antics. She couldnât help but wonder if thatâs how sheâd start feeling about him, or if that bothersome crush would never fade into a casual friendship.
The answer seemed to come after Sirius and Remus ran off together after dinner, and Peter left to go hang out with his girlfriend. She didn't expect to find herself opening up to the Potter boy so easily about her past, nor for him to become so serious and thoughtful when talking about his own.Â
She really didnât expect for herself to say yes to hanging out with him again. And again. And again.
Itâs like he somehow found his way under her skin. She knew he was capable of such a thing from how he was easily able to bug her from their first meeting. It was exasperation at first sight. But the way he charmed his way into her heart was an entirely new kind of annoying. He was all boyish smiles, silly stories, and dramatism⌠and it was fucking endearing.
But their tipping point came in March.Â
Much to her chagrin, they had become close friends. They spent a lot of time together, and not just in the classroom or at work. Sheâd become friends with his friends, and James had become friends with Lily and Marlene after he finally accepted that Lily really wouldnât ever like him. Though, realistically, he was pretty much over that the second he realized he had feelings for someone else. That slightly-grumpy, highly caffeinated, lovely, hilarious, complaining, sweet, smart, ridiculously difficult angel of a girl.Â
The girl that made him embarrass himself in front of a party full of people.
He stood with Peter and his girlfriend at a table, chatting as they started sipping on freshly made drinks. James was, admittedly, probably a few too many in. But he couldnât always exercise impeccable self-control, he decided. So, he stood there, staring at the girl from across the room as she danced with Lilyâs girlfriend Marlene with a smile on his face.
âYou look ridiculous staring at her like that, mate,â Peter said to James, nudging him lightly.
âI donât know what you mean,â James snorted, pulling his eyes away from her to smirk at his friend. âBesides, I can stare at my girl all I want.â
âOnly she isnât your girl, James,â Peter reminded him.
âIâd like her to be,â James sighed dreamily, turning his head to look at her again. But this time, a frown overtook his face.Â
She was now being tapped on the shoulder by some tall, terribly handsome looking guy. Jamesâs stomach lurched a little at the sight. What did this guy think he was doing?Â
He looked on for a moment as the two talked, growing more and more frustrated. He knew they werenât together, but that was still his girl. He knew he had to take immediate action. This couldnât just slide without consequence. James looked around the room almost frantically, trying to figure it out. How could he get all her attention on him instead of that stupid dude hanging off her shoulder?
Aha!
He pushed his cup into Peterâs hand, ignoring his friend questioning what on earth he was doing. He walked, though it was more of a drunken stumble, to the nearest table, clambering up on top of it. He cleared his throat, looking around as more and more people started looking up at him in confusion. Perfect! An audience.
He called her name over the crowd, looking at her intently until she turned to him with wide eyes, shrugging off the other guy that was still trying to get an arm around her. He smiled brightly, though she looked less than amused, shaking her head a little at him.
âI want everyone in this room, and⌠and everyone forever, everywhere, to know something. I am so, stupidly, madlyâŚâ he stopped as he stumbled a little, his foot slipping off of the tableâs edge in front of him. âShit!â
He crashed to the floor, scraping his hand on something on the table as he tried to stop himself from landing too hard on the ground. He winced, both from the tumble to the ground and the pain in his hand. What the hell was so sharp on that table?
âOw,â he muttered, not even trying to get up yet, rubbing his head a little as he felt quite dizzy.
âJames!â
He squinted up with a small, pained smile as her saccharine voice reached his ears as she came rushing over. He groaned a little when she dropped on her knees in front of him, trying to look at his hand. It was bleeding a little bit.
âYouâre so fucking stupid,â she mumbled, but he still noticed the worry in her eyes. It made him feel good.
âIâm drunk.â
âClearly,â she sighed softly, then stood, reaching for his opposite hand. âCome on. Letâs go get you home.â
âI didnât finish what I wantedââ
âYou need to get to bed. Youâre a mess, Jamie.â
He smiled a little more at that little nickname. He loved it when she called him that. He agreed instantly to her at that point. How could he say no?
âOkay. Lead the way, mama.â
â...Donât call me that.â
âMm,â he shrugged, letting her help him stand up. He hung off of her, practically using her as a human crutch. âYouâre so sweet to me.â
She stayed quiet, trying to bring him out of the room of people either staring or laughing at him. It was a miracle she got him home, but she did after a lengthy battle against the sidewalks and stairs. She sat him on his bed, making him stay put as she went to get disinfectant and a bandage for his hand.
He blinked slowly, looking after her with a dopey smile as she left and returned. She sat in front of him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. He barely whined at all when she cleaned off his hand, muttering something about him being a âclumsy, ridiculous cuntâ. He thought it was cute how she could take care of him so well while still insulting him for being an absolute idiot. He reasoned that at least he would be her idiot.Â
âSorry, love,â he mumbled when she finished up with his hand. âBut youâre awfully good at this stuff. Maybe I got hurt on purpose just so youâd take care of me.â
âNo, you didnât,â she said, practically force-feeding him some water.Â
He swallowed. âNo, I didnât. But I could have. I like it like this.â
âYou like having your hand all fucked up, and a room full of people laughing at you?â
âI like you sitting with me like this. Giving me alllll your attention,â he giggled. âBesides, youâre really pretty when youâre concentrating. I donât mind getting hurt if it means youâll do that silly little thing where your tongue sticks out a bit when youâre focusing.â
âYou need to go to sleep,â she said softly, fighting a smile.
âBut I didnât finish what I was gonna say on the table.â
âToo late.â
âI donât want you to go.â
âToo bad.â
He whined. âPlease? That douchebag who was all over you is gonna go right back to it if you go back to the party.â
âIâm not going back to the party. And what do you even mean? What guy?â
âThe one who was on you when I got up on the table,â he pouted.
She quirked a brow. âI donât even know that guy.â
âThatâs worse! Heâs gonna steal you away!â James exclaimed. âThat isnât fair. I had you first.â
She swallowed once, looking at him curiously. âWhat?â
âI donât like boys looking at you or⌠or touching you or talking to you or anything. You were mine first. They need to back off,â he said, getting increasingly irritated. âI donât care if you think Iâm annoying or you donât like me. Doesnât mean some other boy gets to just⌠take you.â
âSlow down,â she said, grabbing his arm. âFirst of all, I do like you, if not evidenced by us becoming friends the past several months. Second⌠some dude I donât even know isnât gonna come along and âtake meâ. That doesnât even make sense. BesidesâŚâ
âIt does make sense! Youâre so beautiful, and funny, and caring, and really mean but in a way that is super hotâŚâ
âI donât want to date some random frat boy, James.â
âBut they want to date you!â
âWho gives a fuck?â
âI do! I love you! They shouldnât get to butter you up and take you away from me, it isnât fair,â he groaned, tossing himself back onto the pillows.
As a result, he didnât see her mouth drop open at the accidental confession, nor the way her eyes widened as she looked at him.Â
âYou love me?â
âWhat?â
âYou just said you love me.â
James opens his eyes, though he doesnât look at her. â...no I didnât.â
âYouâre a shit liar, Jamie. I know what I heard.â
He winced a little. âWell⌠maybe I do. Thatâs what I was gonna say on the table, anyway.â
âSo youâre brave enough to say it in front of a crowd, but you get scared to admit to it one-on-one?â She snorted a laugh.
âItâs easier to not get rejected right away when weâre around other people. Then at least I could figure out your reaction when you were still far away,â he said meekly, finally looking at her.
âYou think Iâd reject you?â
âMaybe? You kind of hated me when we first met.â
âAnd now? Who do I spend every waking moment with, dummy?â
â...me?â
She merely raised her brows, opening her hands in an âobviously, dumbassâ kind of gesture. He smiled at her.
âSoâŚ?â he asked vaguely.
âSo⌠you love me, huh?â
He merely nodded, looking a little sheepish and still pretty drunk. She was thanking her lucky stars that she was still extremely tipsy as well, or else she probably wouldâve passed out from nerves.
âWhat if I said⌠like, me too?â
His eyes widened. âYou too?â
âYeah.â
âYou love me too? Like, also?â
âYes, like, also,â she laughed. âIâve honestly had a crush on you since the second day of classes this year.â
âReally?â He smiled brightly. âUgh, youâre horrible!â
âWhat?â she scoffed a laugh.
âYou are evil! Iâve been saying it since day one. This whole time I thought I was an idiot for liking you so much, and you had a crush on me?â
âTo be fair, I really didnât want to. You were pretty insufferable,â she chuckled, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face.
âThen what changed for me?â
âNothing. I just started thinking all of your irritating traits were becoming irritatingly adorable.â
âYou think Iâm adorable?â He giggled to himself.
âDonât push your luck, Potter.â
âDonât call me that. I like it better when you call me Jamie.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Makes me all soft and mushy inside.â
âYouâre such a sap,â she sighed softly, leaning down over him to kiss his cheek.
He felt his cheeks heat up quickly at the sweet gesture, and even more when she didnât pull her face away from his. He looked up at her with a soft smile. How could he not have fallen head over heels?
He leaned up slightly, glancing down at her lips before closing his eyes to let her make the first official move. He hoped sheâd make that move. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and sparks all over his body when he felt her lips meet his for the first time. He smiled into the kiss, unable to stop himself from it.
He kissed her back, though it was admittedly sloppy with the both of them still fairly inebriated, James being even more so. But to him at the very least, it was perfect.
Against his preference, she pulled away. He pouted, as he usually did when he didnât get as much attention from her as heâd like.
âYou have to promise me something,â she said quietly.
His ears perked up. âAnything.â
âWe wonât become annoying like Lily and Marls or Sirius and Remus.â
He grinned. âDoes that mean you want to date me?â
âGod, youâre dense,â she muttered against his lips, kissing him again with no intention of ever stopping.
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Older (Dean Winchester)
Description: Y/N has a crush on Dean but they have a 20 year age gap. How does Dean react when she finally tells him?
Warning: Smut, Age Gap
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Y/N watched Dean as he washed Baby. His big muscular arms on display with the tight white shirt that had dirt on it. Baby was soapy and wet as Dean wiped her down. Y/N was trying not to drool as he went in circular motions cleaning the car. She was too into the scene in front of her; she didnât notice Sam coming up to her side. âStare any longer he might just notice your obvious crush on him.â He said to me, making her snap out of it. She turned towards him and rolled her eyes. He chuckled and handed her a beer. She took it from him and took a drink. âYa think maybe heâs too old for you.â He said. Y/N pushed him and they both laughed. She sighed and looked at Dean again. He was pouring water on the soapy car. She sighed and got up from her spot and walked into the house. She needed a cold shower to erase the dirty thoughts from her mind.Â
It was days later that sheâd be staring at the older man as he made breakfast. They had just come back from a hunt and Y/N was hungry so Dean offered to cook for her. Sam was getting some sleep but the other two were wide awake. âHow do you like your eggs?â He asked her as he got them out of the fridge. âOver easy.â She said and he cracked the two eggs on the pan. She watched as he put the bread in the toaster. âYou really didnât have to make me anything.â She said as Dean put the eggs on the plate. âBut I wanted to. You deserve it putting up with us.â She laughed as he set the eggs and toast in front of her. She thanked him. âWell I like putting up with you guys.â She said. He got his plate and sat across from her. âWhat, you got a crush on one of us?â He joked but she didnât laugh. âNah weâre probably too old for you anyway.â He said. She stared at him without saying anything. She shook her head and went back to eating her food. âYeah totally.â She said.Â
She woke up 7 hours later in bed and yawned. She remembered the cringey things Dean asked her this morning and she sighed. She thought for a second when he asked her that she was caught. Luckily Dean was oblivious.She got out of bed and stretched. She walked out of her room and noticed Dean at the table on the computer. âWhereâs Sam?â She asked. âGrocery Shopping.â He said and nodded and sat down across from him. He looked up from the computer at her. âSo back to early convo you probably like Jack donât you?â He asked. She looked at him confused. âNo, not the antichrist.â She laughed. âDo you even like anybody?â He asked. âDean, can we not talk about this?â She asked not wanting to expose herself. âYeah sure.â He said and went back to research. The silence now,awkward and unwanted.Â
Why was Dean so curious about who she had feelings for or if she did? She honestly thought that Dean was too old for her but thatâs how she liked it. They were eating dinner and she had a glass of wine. Dean sat across from her and Sam sat next to Dean. Jack and Cas sat next to her. Everyone was in a conversation except her. She never talked much while eating. She sometimes butted in with Jack and Cas but other than that kept quiet. Dean noticed her silence and wondered if it was about his question earlier. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. After dinner was over she helped him clean up.
She didnât say anything to him so he figured he thought correct. âIâm sorry about the question earlier. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â He said. She looked at him. âYou didnât.â She said and poured herself some more wine. âIf I did I would completely understand-â âDean.â She interrupted him. He looked over at her and she was holding the wine and her upper body on the table a little. Her boobs are perfectly on display. âWhat are you-â She took a sip of wine and smirked. âI told myself Iâd never fuck anyone old enough to be my dad.â She states. He stares at her in shock. She stood up and walked closer to him. âThat was until I met you.â She said seductively. âWait you like me?â He asked her confused but kinda turned on.
She nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âAnd before you give me any of that age bullshit. Iâm 22 iâm an adult.â He stared at her as her hands ran over his chest. âYou have no idea what you do to me Dean.â She says and her hands lower themselves to the bottom of his shirt. She tugs on it and he looks down seeing what she was doing. âY/N are you sure?â He asked her. She looked up at him with lustful eyes. âAre you sure Dean? Think you can handle me, old man?â He chuckled and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.She laughed as he took her to his room. He threw her on the bed and smirked. âIâm 42 sweetheart not 72.â He said and took off his shirt revealing his amazing body. She was almost drooling at the sight. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down in a kiss. He moved his lips against hers as his hands traveled her body. He lifts her tank top up a bit and she pulls away from the kiss. She sits up and removes it showing her white bra. He looks down at her boobs and cups them. âWow youâre so sexy.â He says and moves his hands to her back. He unclips the bra and she lets it fall freeing her boobs. He smirks at the sight and leans down to put one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasps his name and her hands go to his head as he licks and sucks. Her hands moved to his jeans and she cupped his growing erection. He moans against her nipple. âDean take these off.â She breathes out. He pulls away from her nipple and gets up to remove his jeans. He pulls them down along with his boxers. She moves herself to the end of the bed and pulls him closer to her. âI didnât know if I want you in my mouth or inside of me.â She says and he chuckles. Her eyes staring at his long hard cock. âBoth would be ideal but right now I really need to be inside of you.â He tells her and pushes her back on the bed.
She smiles as he pulls down her panties. He gets back on her and kisses her again. She runs her hands up and down his muscular back. He pulls away and sighs into her mouth as he lines himself up with her entrance. He pushes in slowly and she gives a sharp gasp. âAre you okay?â He asked. She nods. He pushes in deeper and her noises fill his ear. She hadnât had sex with many people and certainly not with a guy this big before. Once he was in her all the way he let her adjust to him. They stare at each other as she adjusts to him. He got lost in her eyes not believing that this was happening right now. She pulled him out of his thoughts when she thrusted up. She moaned as the pain was gone and she was full of pleasure. He started moving his hips and she let out little moans. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. He didnât let his eyes close as he watched her facial expressions. He groaned as her hips started matching his. She grabs his neck and moans his name. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â He breathes out and she opens her eyes to look at him. âYou feel so good inside of me.â She whimpers. He leans down and starts kissing her neck. She gasped and pulled him closer if that was possible. âDean, go faster.â She begged and he moved as fast as he could.His hips pounding into her hard and fast making the bed screech. His lips left marks on her neck. Neither of them cared at the moment.
He pulled out of her some and angled his hips. He slammed back in her and hit her g spot making her scream. He covered her mouth with his hand. âGotta remember sweetheart we arenât the only ones here.â He groans in her ear. She tried to keep her sounds to a minimum but with him pounding at her g spot that didnât work. âDean, you feel too good.â She mumbles in his hand. He nods. âFuck I know baby. You feel amazing.â He moans. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. He was twitching inside of her signaling that he was close too. âBaby I'm close.â She moaned and he groaned out a me too. She gasped out feeling him fill her up which triggered her orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her orgasm hit her. She bit her lip trying to hold back the loud noises that threatened to spill from her. Her hips moved up as she rode out her high. Dean watched her and almost became hard again. Her hips slowed and she opened her eyes seeing Dean already looking at her. âThat was hot.â He smirked. She rolled her eyes. âYeah well thanks to you.â She smirked back. He pulled out of her causing her to moan.
He got up and went to the bathroom and got a wet towel. He came back and cleaned her and him up. âSuch a gentleman.â She teased. He laughed and threw the towel in the laundry bin. He collapsed next to her and yawned. âTired old man?â He turned to look at her. âBaby I could go another 5 rounds.â He said. She turned towards him and smirked. âProve it.â She said and he smirked. Sam couldnât sleep that night but Dean and Y/N werenât complaining.
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hii would you be able to write a leah x reader fic where reader is just very veryy sleepy and just falls asleep on leah a lot no matter what time it was or where they were
sleepy girl - leah williamson
leah williamson x reader
description: in which youâll always be leahâs sleepy girl
warnings: suggestive, swearing
a/n: iâm back!! this req too cute! thank you for the request, lovely! enjoy!! i donât throughly enjoy this but itâs okay
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if there was one thing that everyone knew about you, it was that you were extremely sleepy. it didnât matter what you did, or how many hours you slept, you had the ability to fall asleep anywhere, especially if you were with your girlfriend, leah.
there was just something about her shoulder that lulled you to dreamland when you least expect it.
it really wasnât uncommon to see you cuddled up to leah, sleeping soundly while she gently palms your skin or just holds your hand.
maybe it was her scent, or her gentle touches that topped it all and leah ate it up everytime.
leah absolutely loved you in your sleepy state, your most affectionate and easily convinced state, she just thought you were the cutest.
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you and leah had been friends ever since you could remember. you both went through the arsenal youth teams and stuck together like glue. you both quite literally could not be separated, finding a sense of comfort in being together anywhere and everywhere.
it came to no oneâs surprise when the two of you started dating at 21, a late realisation from both of you.
you and leah often laughed about her mumâs reaction of: âhavenât you always been dating?â. your love was very pure, and genuine. full of affection and respect, both of you so giddy to finally be dating after the years and years of pining.
throughout your relationship and friendship, leah learned just how sleepy you could be and she found it incredibly endearing you felt safe enough to sleep anywhere if she was there.
â
âbaby,â leah whispers, her hand rubbing comforting, warm circles over your (her) shirt in the early hours in the morning. you both had training and leah always made it her personal mission to be the one to get you up in the morning.
you grumble, burying your face into the pillow of your shared bed. leah lets out a little giggle, moving to lie back down to rest the side of her head on your shoulder blade. âpleaseâ leah nuzzles her head against you.
the gentle rise and fall of your body had her smiling affectionately, her hand still exploring your skin and if anything sending you right back to sleep.
âcome on, my girl, trainingâ she reminds you gently, holding herself up slightly over your body to place a gentle kiss between the space of your shoulder blades.
âno, leeâ you whine, shaking your head, leah laughs again, giving the back of your neck a kiss this time and smiling at the way you giggled at the ticklish sensation.
âyes, lee, come on!â she pleads, gently rolling you around so you could lay on your back. you squint and look up at her and she takes you in, she always loved you in the mornings, always a little grumpy but softening for her almost immediately.
âgood morning, sunshine,â she chuckles, a hint of a smile plays at your lips and you hold your arms up, she grins brightly, wrapping your arms around her neck in an attempt to lift you from the bed but you dragged her down with you. she laughs brightly when your legs wrap around her waist and pepper kisses all over her face.
â(y/n)!â she attempted to reprimand, but the way she was melting into you told you everything. âwhy are you denying me sleep, and my own girlfriend?â you rasp out, leah hovers over you slightly, smiling down at you cheekily.
âiâll buy you a little treat if you get up right nowâ she persuades, you smile up at her and nod while she lays a gentle, sweet kiss on your lips before she hoists you up. âyouâve got yourself a deal, williamsonâ you kiss her cheek with an exaggerated âmwahâ making her laugh once more, one of your favourite sounds in the world.
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you were both in the gym in the arsenal training facility, you and leah were stretching on mats, until leah began to drink water and you planted yourself in her embrace.
she happily welcomed you, pulling you close by your waist so your back was flush to her front, her arm securely wrapped around you while she had some water.
she held the bottle to your mouth and forced you to have some, kissing your cheek when you finished. she wraps her free arm around your waist and hugs you tightly.
you melted into her, your head resting on her shoulder quickly had you falling asleep.
âdo you wanna watch a movie later?â leah asks softly in your ear, when she doesnât hear a response, she leans forward slightly to see you dozing off on her shoulder.
she smiles brightly, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek gently before she rested her cheek against yours.
âlook at you, lovebirdsâ beth teases, leah throws her a glare and beth sticks her tongue out at her in response,âfuck off, bethâ leah whisper shouts, making sure not to wake you up accidentally.
though, all the movement managed to wake you up. âsorry, baby, bethâs being a little shitâ leah grumbles, kissing your cheek apologetically as you grip onto the arms wrapped around you.
âitâs okayâ you yawn, now fully awake after your little power nap.
you turned your head around and smiled at leah adoringly, it had blood rushing to her cheeks almost immediately.
you kiss her lips quickly and mutter sweet words against her lips, leah could tell beth was teasing her from afar at how soft leah was at that moment. but leah didnât care, her girl showing her clingy, soft side had her heart soaring.
âmy sleepy girlâ leah coos, pinching your cheek lightly, you smile up at her, slowly blinking while your eyes trail along her face. âyouâre pretty,â you utter, she raises her eyebrows at you amusingly.
âsomeoneâs still a little sleepyâ she chuckles, you shake your head and lean into her, âno, iâm awakeâ leah grins, her heart beating out of her chest when you began to play with her fingers, you were now arguing with beth over your sleeping habits.
âfuck off, beth, leahâs really comfortableâ you defend, huffing in frustration, âclearly! since you fell asleep in what, two minutes?â beth teases, leah laughs and you turn to her offendedly, her smile slightly dropping at your narrowed eyes. âsorryâ leah breathes out, tightening her grip on you as you turn back to argue with beth.
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when leah went down with her acl, you took care of her with utmost hospitality and diligence. leah often had to beg you to sit down so she could cuddle you because you just wouldnât stop. leah knew she couldnât have gotten through recovery without you, telling you that almost every day.
you couldnât wait for leah to come back, counting down the days but also being extremely strict with her and her recovery.
âleah, no, ice itâ you say sternly, placing the bag of ice back on her knee. âbaby, please, iâm bored!â leah groans, making grabby hands at you in an attempt for you to sit down.
âleahâ you say flatly, leah rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, âstop calling me leahâ she grumbles, your face softens and you go and sit next to her, kissing her cheek apologetically as you both watched the movie on the tv.
âsorry, babyâ you start, âi need you to get better, iâm lacking in my leah training napsâ you tease, leah scoffs with a laugh, shaking her head but pulling you into a sweet kiss, âiâll be better soonâ she demands, kissing your lips repeatedly.
the day she finally was able to come back was for an england match, and you were both starting.
for the first time in your relationship, you got up first, the excitement jolting you awake. leahâs arm was wrapped tightly around your waist while her legs were tangled with yours.
you placed a little kiss on her nose and giggled when it crinkled under your touch. leahâs eyes flutter awake and she gives you a surprised smile, âwhy are you awake? whatâs wrong?â leah mumbles, moving to lie on top of you, her face burrowing into the crook of your neck.
you scoff, unable to resist carding your hands through her hair as she leaned into you. âitâs the big dayâ you gasp excitedly when you feel leah kiss a column of kisses up your neck.
she smiles against you and hums, you close your eyes and sigh contentedly, âmhm it is, donât fall back asleep, weâve got a game to winâ leah teases, pinching your hip lightly, making you giggle before moving to pull you into a breathless kiss.
âiâm wide awake, thank you very muchâ you defend, âiâll give you a couple hours till my shoulder turns into a pillowâ leah teases, bursting out laughing when you donât defend yourself, your cheeks pink as she leans in for another kiss.
â
the team were all having breakfast at the hotel before you all boarded the bus. you opted sitting with alessia and ella to let leah catch up with the girls.
but you couldnât focus on the conversation, your eyes would drift to leah, a proud smile evident on your face that got you teased relentlessly.
it took about 15 minutes until alessia begged you to go over to her, tired of your yearning glances towards the blonde. you promptly left without a second thought.
you see leah chatting with georgia and keira on a table on the other side of the room and you just couldnât contain yourself.
you walked up behind leah and keira and georgia laughed immediately at how you were only apart for not even 10 minutes until you needed to be near her again.
leah furrows her eyebrows and follows their gaze, her face immediately softening at seeing her favourite girl nearing with a bright smile.
you rush forward and pull her into a kiss, your hands cradling her face, she hums in surprise against you and pulls you to sit on her lap, the girls around teasing and wolf whistling at seeing you two.
âoh, hello,â leah breathes out with a giggle, you smile and pull her into another kiss, tame for the public eye, yet expressing every ounce of affection you both had.
âsomeoneâs excited,â leah smirks, her hand running over your thigh as she draws you closer on her lap.
you nod along with her, kissing her cheek tenderly, âvery excited, my girls backâ you hum, resting your head against hers and focusing on the intense debate occurring between georgia and keira.
though, as leah kept cuddling into you, you felt your eyes begin to close and like clockwork, you were asleep.
leah felt your dead weight against her and she shook her head amusingly, kissing your shoulder and gently swaying you until it was time to get on the bus. âtold youâ she teases you, knowing you couldnât hear her but still having to prove she was right.
âbaby, letâs sleep on the busâ leah coos, smiling as you stir awake and immediately pull her into a tight hug. her hands on instinct rub over your back, chuckling when you wouldnât let go. your legs wrap around her waist.
âno, iâm not movingâ you whine, leah kisses your cheek before lifting you up, the girls laughing amusingly at the fact you were already asleep against leah.
she sits you down at the window seat and tucks you into her side quickly, she drapes your legs over her thighs and runs her hands up and down them gently while you sleep against her shoulder.
the girls passing by you giggle and take photos of a sleeping you and a very unamused leah at all the teasing.
âyou mustâve done a number on her last night, williamson?â mary teases, leah narrows her eyes at her, her cheeks a little pink (mary wasn't lying), her stern captain face front and centre.
leah flips her off, refraining from arguing because she didnât want to wake you up. mary laughs and turns back around, leah focuses back on you, moving some stray hairs off your face, her heart eyes evident to everyone as she looks at you adoringly.
you slept the whole way through, thanks to leah telling everyone to shut up if their voices just went above a whisper. âso help me, you wake her up, iâll have you benched or doing lapsâ sheâd threaten, the girls genuinely couldnât tell if she was serious. (she was)
âlove, weâre hereâ leah whispers, pecking your cheek and waking you up with a smile. âhiâ you grin, âhiâ she chuckles, kissing you quickly before tugging you off the bus, both of you waving to the camera with cheesy grins filming your arrival.
âgood bus ride, girls?â the social media manager laughs, leah nods, nudging you with her shoulder, âthis one got in a pre-match nap while i sat and watchedâ she teased, looking at you with a cheesy grin.
âsuch a creep, watching me sleepâ you tease, winking at the camera and pulling leah off with your intertwined hands.
â
you and leah got taken off 20 minutes before full time. you both collapsed on the bench, absolutely exhausted from the brilliant performance from the two of you.
you give leah the biggest hug when you sat down, telling her how proud you were that she was finally back, and no less the captain of the squad.
as you both watched the rest of the match, you gently ran your nails over the skin of her arm as she rested her hand on your thigh. you both watched intensely, watching the match play out.
you moved over slightly to rest your head on leahâs shoulder and she already knew what was about to happen.
âdonât you dare leave me alone right nowâ leah teases, âiâm not, leeâ you mumble, âyouâre about to fall asleep, my loveâ leah laughs, âiâm wide awakeâ you scoff, glaring at her for a second before thumping your head on her shoulder.
âwhatever you say, babyâ she grins, squeezing your thigh gently as she leaned down slightly to make your position more comfortable.
her body was warm and her scent was enveloping you, her steady breathing and her hand caressing your thigh made your heart flutter, but also made you extremely sleepy.
you nuzzle into her and pull her arm closer to your body, promptly falling asleep. âand there she goesâ she laughs to herself, kissing the top of your head as she watches the rest of the game.
the moment got filmed and went borderline viral, people laughing at how fast you fell asleep but calling the moment extremely cute between the two of you.
leah woke you up when it was finished and forced you to do your cool down, smiling at how dazed you were, promising you a good nap on the way home that you begrudgingly agreed to.
you both fell asleep on the bus to no oneâs surprise but were both wide awake that night, showing leah just how proud you were of her comeback.
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Aemond Targaryen x (Ex)Wife
Chapter II: Go Your Own Way đź Masterlist
Summary: Aemond's written another song about your separation, and it becomes clear to you that he'll do anything to make you suffer.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, angst, toxic relationship dynamic, depictions of anxiety, smut, oral (f receiving), facesitting, phone sex, description of naughty videos
Word count: 3600 A/N: Thank you so much lovely Justine for looking this over for me @theoneeyedprince âĄ
âDRAGONSTONE: VIBRANT START OF TOUR FOR DRAGON DREAMERSâ
Eyes glued to the screen of your phone, you absentmindedly sip your cup of tea, newly awake and curled up on a puffy armchair in your hotel room.Â
Life on the road proves to be draining. You still feel exhausted from having to fly from Dragonstone to your current location, Gulltown, right after the show, currently operating on merely 4 hours of sleep.Â
You had told yourself that you wouldnât check reviews from your opening night before you felt ready to deal with all possible speculations of your and Aemondâs divorce.Â
You know that the concert had been fantastic, the audience demanded two encores and you left the venue with a sore throat and an unquenchable thirst for more. Thereâs nothing as exhilarating as the high you feel after a live show.Â
Still, you couldnât fight the urge to google reviews, curiosity getting the best of you.Â
âTensions were high as Dragon Dreamers entered the nearly full venue on Dragonstone last night. Kicking off with a song from their new album, The Chain, devoted fans are quick to speculate whether guitarist Aemond Targaryen wrote it to-â
You canât bring yourself to continue, knowing that whatever theyâd written would only leave you feeling melancholic. You need all the energy you can muster, which means torturing yourself reading about your divorce isnât a good idea.
As youâre about to put your phone down, it lights up with Helaenaâs name.Â
âAre you okay, love? Weâve been waiting for 10 minutesâ, she asks, voice sounding a bit strained.Â
A meek âWhat?â is all you manage to get out. You were supposed to meet up in an hour, not now.
âThe press? Weâve got 5 interviews lined up and need to leave now. Didnât Tyland tell you about the change in schedule?â
No.Â
And you have a feeling that it isnât Tyland whoâll be delighted when you show up smelling of sweat from yesterday's gig, with your hair in tangles and face fatigued.Â
âSorry, Hel. Iâll be there as soon as I can, give me five minutesâ
No shower.Â
No hair.Â
No makeup.Â
Great.Â
In haste, you throw on a pair of jeans, a burgundy top and messily apply some blush and mascara, hoping itâll distract from the bags under your eyes. You throw one last glance at your reflection before heading down.Â
You look exactly like you feel,
Shit.Â
You try your best to not let your cheery facade crack, smiling brightly at the journalists as they ask you about yesterdayâs show and the ongoing tour.Â
No one dares to ask about your personal lives, something you find yourself feeling immensely grateful for.Â
Three interviews down, two to go. Â
You throw a quick glance at Aemond. Youâd been careful to sit on his blind side so you wouldnât have to feel the searing sensation of him staring you down. Observing him in secret still burns though. Â
You know he wonât move quickly enough for you to get caught. After the accident that left him blind in one eye, he always moved slowly. His blind eye has a tendency to lag slightly, not always looking in the same direction as his seeing eye. Self-conscious and afraid of being awarded the epithet âlazy eyeâ on top of âone eyeâ, heâs trained his body to always move slowly, giving his blind eye a chance to keep up.
The next interviewer enters the small room youâve been assigned, donning a wide smile as she makes her way to the chair in front of the two sofas where you and your bandmates are seated.Â
After quickly introducing herself and the magazine she works for, Harrentown Underground, she jumps straight to the questions, asking you how yesterdayâs gig felt and what fans should expect from the upcoming tour.
As she talks, her gaze is trained on Aemond, nodding and smiling brightly when he answers.Â
Her eyes narrow slightly as she purses her lips together, visibly tensing up as she asks,
âHas the recent, um, changes in your personal life aided your creative process?â
The tension in the room grows as Aemond stays silent despite the journalist looking solely at him. Youâd asked management to let the journalists know that you wouldnât be taking any questions about your personal lives. She either doesnât know or doesnât care; you canât make out which it is.Â
Aemond finally breaks the silence,
âYes. I guess soâÂ
âMany fans online suspect the new song you performed yesterday is about your failed marriage, is that correct?â, she continues, completely ignoring you and the other band members as she looks up from her notepad, meeting Aemondâs eye.
Heâs completely still as he regards her, taking time to answer so that the awkward atmosphere of the room lingers.
âIt isâ, he finally admits, catching you by surprise. Heâd always been so reserved; never wanting to let the public in on his private life.Â
The journalist gives Aemond a sympathetic look, nodding as she replies,
âHeartache really fuels the creative process, is that it?â
Aemond lets out a detached hum,Â
âIâm not one to go back on my promises. I value loyalty. The song is about when promises are brokenâ
Helaena has started to pick at her nail beds next to you. On your other side you feel Jace straighten up, eyes cast down to inspect the floor with newfound interest.Â
Nobody wants to say anything; nobody wants to continue this conversation. Except for the journalist, who nods in understanding as she scribbles on her notepad.
âIt must be hard, being left by your partnerâ, she says, throwing a brief, disapproving look your way, âHave you had time to process it all?â
She is clearly not interested in speaking to anyone else in the band. She regards Aemond as if they are the only two in the room. It feels so belittling, being talked about like youâre not even present.Â
âHmm. Betrayal takes time to recover fromâ, he replies curtly, sounding cold and harsh.Â
You feel your throat close up, eyesight going blurry as you take in his words.Â
Betrayal?Â
You try to the best of your ability to not let any tears escape down your cheeks, tilting your head slightly backwards as you take a deep, quiet breath.Â
You will not cause a scene.Â
You will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words got to you.Â
You will not give him what he wants.Â
As soon as the journalist from Harrentown Underground leaves and Tyland tells you to take a break, you make your way to the bathroom in quick steps.Â
You rush inside a booth, quickly locking the door before you fall down on the toilet seat, hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your wailing as you begin to cry heavily, sobs ripping through your body in angry waves, and tears pouring down your cheeks.
Heâs such a fucking prick.Â
Heâs such a fucking prick.
He knows exactly what buttons to push to upset you. He also knows exactly how to do it in front of others, without them knowing of the quiet war being fought between the two of you. If that journalist knew the full story of what led to your divorce, would she still pity poor Aemond?Â
You cry hard, trying to release some of the frustration built up inside. After a couple of minutes, the tears start to lessen and you roll out some toilet paper, patting it over your soaked face before throwing it in the toilet.Â
You exit the booth and move to stand in front of the mirror.Â
Seeing your reflection makes you feel worse. Your hair is frizzy from the way you tossed in bed, your mascara has run down your cheeks in black streaks, and your eyes are puffy and red.Â
You sigh in surrender, pulling out a concealer from your purse and patting some under your eye to hide the smudged blackness and swollen skin.
If strength was measured by resilience, youâd be a warrior. You wouldnât let Aemondâs attempts at hurting you hinder you. Heâd already controlled your life when you were married. He wasnât going to continue to restrict you now.
The last interview is with a journalist from Kingâs Landing Weekly, and you remember meeting him last year when youâd just released your first album.Â
Heâs a true music nerd, always asking insightful questions about your inspirations, what you want to convey, how you went about the recording process.Â
âHow has recording been this time around?â, the journalist asks, oblivious to the fact that youâd spent most time alone in the studio, recording your parts separately.Â
âItâs been interesting. Production has taken longer than we anticipated, but weâve got some real bangers weâre eager to share with our fansâ, Jace answers with a smile, going on to reveal that youâll perform some of the new songs during your tour.Â
You think back to when you recorded your first album, spending almost every waking hour in the studio with your bandmates.Â
Well, mostly with Aemond.Â
The nostalgic past when you were madly in love. It seems so distant now.Â
On your knees, you hover over Aemondâs face. His nose repeatedly brushes against your clit as his tongue moves in and out of you. Heâs lying on his back on the dirty floor of the studio, his arms locked around your thighs, and his hands grip your hips tightly.
Youâre so close to breaking. So close.Â
Hands resting on your thighs to keep yourself upright, you let your hips rock in tandem with Aemondâs tongue as it fucks you. And when your orgasm crashes over you, one hand moves to his hair, grabbing it harshly as you moan his name.Â
Unabashedly, you cry out in pleasure before stilling. Breathing heavily, your mind feels delightfully empty in the bliss-filled aftermath of your peak.Â
As you move to get up, Aemondâs grip on your hips tighten, focing you to stay put as he continues his assault on your cunt. You moan, half in pleasure, half in pain, from how his nose brushes against your over sensitive clit, sending jolts of stinging delight through your body.Â
âAem, I canât-â, you weakly protest as he brings his tongue up to your clit, gently swiping over it.Â
His voice is muffled underneath you as he replies, âYes you canâÂ
His hands push your hips to forcefully rock your body against his face once more, and you feel the stinging between your legs morph into fierce pleasure, consuming your senses.Â
You had tried to keep yourself up slightly to not place all your weight on Aemondâs face, but you slowly lose control over your body and slump down against his face as a second orgasm approaches.Â
Satisfied at your defeat, Aemond moves one hand down to your entrance and pushes two fingers inside at once, stretching your slippery hole. You gasp, and when his fingers find your g-spot, you moan without inhibition.Â
âFu-, k-â, you sigh, voice strained.Â
Your hands hold on to the edge of the desk in front of you, head thrown back. Aemondâs fingers continue to move in and out of you in calculated strokes as his tongue determinedly massages your clit, and when he closes his lips around your bundle of nerves and suck, you come for the second time; the edge of your vision going black from the intensity.
Your body jerks uncontrollably as you gasp and sigh and moan.Â
After your bodyâs stopped twitching, Aemondâs face pokes out from beneath you, covered in your slick. Youâre still breathing heavily, trying to regain your posture and stand, but he tugs you down to the ground and places you in his arms.
âGo on, pretty girl. Clean me upâ, he whispers into your ear. You oblige with a smile, kissing away all the remnants of your arousal on his face, revelling in the taste of you on his skin.Â
You wish your mind wouldnât go there whenever you think about the last time you were in the studio together. You wish it wouldnât drift to the happy memories.Â
They hurt the most.Â
Leaving someone you still love is so much harder than leaving someone you donât. You have to continually remind yourself of what a toxic husband he could be. Of how unfair, and controlling, and dangerous he could be.Â
In fact, you didnât really need to remind yourself; Aemond was fully capable of acting horrible on his own.Â
As the journalist from Kingâs Landing Weekly wraps up the last interview of the day, he stands and thanks you all for your time.Â
He stretches out his hand and offers each member a handshake. When he reaches you, he holds onto your hand as he gleefully states, âI truly hope we get to hear one of your new songs soon. The emotions you put into song-making is truly something elseâ
You smile back at him and squeeze his hand, assuring him that youâll perform a new song soon.
Behind you, Aemond clears his throat a bit too loudly for it to seem unintentional. He stands up, prompting the reporter to move to shake Jaceâs hand next to you before leaving.Â
All you can think about is getting back to your hotel room, take a long-overdue shower, and a much-needed nap.Â
You make your way out of the conference room, but before you can leave, a large hand gently tugs at your shoulder, stopping you.Â
You turn around to face Aemond, who gives your form a once-over,Â
âAre you doing okay? You look a bit, hm, disorientedâÂ
If he is trying to sound caring heâs failing miserably. His tone is condescending, nearly mocking.Â
âIâm fineâ, you reply, jaw shut tight and annoyance tinting your voice âNo one told me about the sudden change in scheduleâ
You wouldnât know anything about that, would you?
He nods curtly, âAlright. Iâd like to perform a new song tonight, you did back-ups on it in recording; âGo your own wayâ. Would that be okay with you?â
The forced, nice pretence heâs trying to uphold doesnât fool you for a second, you can hear how heâs holding himself back as he speaks.Â
âOf courseâ, you reply shortly.Â
Why is he asking for permission?Â
You turn and move towards the door, eager to retreat to your room. Aemond stays put behind you, voice a little more urgent than before as he adds,Â
âMy girlfriend will come to tonight's gig, if you donât mind?â
You sigh as you turn the handle of the door,Â
âWhy would I mind?â
You do mind.Â
It feels so wrong to see Alys sit on Aemondâs lap backstage as he whispers something in her ear. It almost feels perverse, seeing your husband with someone else. Like theyâre committing a sin.Â
Still, you say nothing. Instead, you stubbornly refuse to look their way, focusing on helping Helaena with her eyeshadow at the other end of the room.Â
You canât help but ponder their dynamic.Â
Is he as possessive of her as he had been over you?Â
Is he as insatiable?
Like the time he demanded you record when you touch yourself, instructing you to place your phone on your stomach so he could hear just how wet you were as your fingers slip inside and you moan his name.Â
That was back when he was still working for his grandfatherâs company, and heâd occasionally go away on business trips. Heâd call you around midnight every night.Â
âWhat would you do if I were there?âÂ
You hear him breathe heavily. His voice is strained and the distant sounds of him stroking his cock echo in the background.Â
âIâd climb on your lap and beg you to fuck me. Beg you to let me ride youâ.Â
Aemond groans.Â
âAnd then?â
âIâd beg you to suck on my tits as I bounce up, ah-, and downâ
Youâre so close, forcefully letting your fingers push at your g-spot while the palm of your hand presses at your clit. You know heâs close too by the sounds of his breath hitching and the way heâs swearing under his breath, mumbling âI canât wait to sink my cock into youâ
Or the videos he had on his phone of you. God, did he keep those? You know his favourite had been the one where youâre seen kneeling in front of him, tongue sticking out of your mouth as he coats your face with his cum, asking you who you belong to, whoâs little slut you are.Â
âOnly yours, Aemond. Always yoursâ
You shiver at the memory. Hopefully Alys had gone through his phone and deleted any and all trace of you.Â
You do some vocal warm-ups with Helaena, restless nerves bubbling inside you as you wait backstage to soon enter the stage.Â
Wiping some sweat from your palms onto the jeans youâre wearing, you internally remind yourself of the fact that youâd done an incredible show yesterday, and today would be just as good.Â
You know that your band will deliver. You always do. Even Erryk, being a new addition, has proven to be a great drummer and teamplayer, possessing both the stamina and skills needed to thrive in Dragon Dreamers.Â
You hear the crowd chanting, mood just as elevated as it had been the day before on Dragonstone. As you go over the set list for the night, Aemond suggests you start with âThe Chainâ, like you did yesterday, and end with his new song, âGo your own wayâ.Â
Although youâd recorded backups for the song, you hadnât listened to the entirety of it in the studio.Â
Somewhere inside, you know that the song is about you. About the divorce. You remember singing,Â
âYou can go your own wayâ
âYou can call it another lonely dayâÂ
Anxiety grows within you as you think of having to listen to the entire song. Youâd put it off in the studio, never feeling mentally prepared to hear Aemondâs thoughts on how youâve âwrongedâ him.Â
And now youâll have to hear it for the first time in public. In front of an audience.Â
You can do this.
Just breathe. In. Hold three seconds. Out. Hold three seconds.Â
Your breathing is laboured, body vibrating from the excitement of performing. This truly is where you thrive; where you feel your best.Â
Where you can contribute something to the world.Â
Make people happy.Â
You look down at the fans beaming up at you, howling in excitement as they demand another song.Â
âHereâs a new song from our upcoming albumâ, Aemond starts, the crowd cheering louder.Â
This is it. The anxiety youâd felt about hearing Aemondâs new song still buzzes within you, but you wonât let that hinder you from giving this song your all as well. You wonât let him intimidate you.Â
The song is fast-paced, and Aemondâs fingers quickly pluck the strings of his guitar as he starts to sing,Â
âLoving you isnât the right thing to doâ
âHow can I ever change things that I feel?â
âIf I could, baby, Iâd give you my worldâ
âHow can I when you wonât take it from me?â
He was so intent on playing the victim it was almost laughable. Ignoring his own wrong-doings; his part in your separation. He was suffering; left to bleed out from the knife youâd stabbed in his back.Â
Fuck that.Â
Heâd driven you away with his obsessive behaviour and anger issues. But that was not the story he wanted to tell.Â
âYou can go your own wayâ
âGo your own wayâ
âYou can call it another lonely dayâ
âAnother lonely dayâÂ
As he sings his solo lines, Aemond stares you down.Â
His seeing eye bores into you with a fire youâd hardly seen before. Itâs a stark contrast from his damaged eye; the white mist covering it making it appear calm, almost gentle.
Heâs found a way to yell at you in public, berating you for leaving him in front of the entire world, without causing a scene. Thatâs why heâd been so set on appearing civil with you around others. He wants to break you.Â
âOpen up, everythingâs waiting for youâ
Just like yesterday, he sounds uncharacteristically passionate as he sings, much angrier than usual. He basically spits the words at you; âgo your own wayâ, âeverythingâs waiting for youâ
You canât keep eye contact with him for long, his gaze too scorching.Â
Why is he suddenly so intimidating?Â
You try to remind yourself of the fact that you were married mere months ago.Â
You know him. Heâs still Aemond. Your Aemond.
Or is he? The man staring at you on stage feels far removed from the person you married two years ago.Â
As Aemond starts to play his guitar solo, he leaves his microphone, furious eye never leaving you as he approaches you; more akin to a predator than a man.Â
You hear the crowd cheer.Â
He doesnât have to look at his guitar as his skillful fingers effortlessly play the climatic guitar solo. Heâs treating his instrument like heâs angry at it, harshly plucking at the strings in the most violent manner. He comes up to stand right by you, between you and the audience. Youâre forced to face him. To meet his eye.Â
The crowd cheers louder and louder.Â
His expression is stoic, eye unblinking as he assaults the strings of his guitar.Â
Never looking down.Â
Only at you.
Thank you for reading!
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This is inspired by a TikTok I seen by @blaackaesthetics
Description: Mattheo Riddle is your boyfriend and Theodore Nott his best friend. As much as you love him he doesnât half get on your nerves with the pair of you always fighting like a cat and dog. In a heavily heated argument Theo tells your boyfriend to get you under control which makes you see red.
18+, Smut
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
You, Mattheo and Theo (your boyfriendâs best friend) are currently sitting in the common room. What started as you complaining about his fuckboy ways has turned into a screaming match between you and Theo. Mattheo as usual is caught in between, watching the pair of you with amusement.
The audacity this boy has. You always knew that he was a player and despite your many conversations trying to talk sense into him for the most part you left him to it. That is until he hurt one of your best friends. You warned him, you also warned her but she has always been far too naive. He asked for you to set the pair up, him claiming he wonât do anything to hurt her. For so long you refused until she was practically begging you to. So you have in hoping he doesnât fuck with her head too much but of course she had to fall for him.
âTheo I just donât get how you think you can treat people like that do you not have an ounce of fucking remorse in your body?â
He shrugs his nonchalant attitude grating on you even more âshe knew what she was getting herself in for.â
âYou never once said it was a one night stand you made out like you liked her back.â
âWell she read into things I didnât say any of what she is implying.â
âYou know what girls are like and you still chose to lead her on knowing what would happen.â
He doesnât even look at you still smoking in his own world unfazed by your complaining. Rage fills you even more how he can act so heartless when you had to sit with your friend whilst she cried for two days straight. You have always been protective when it comes to those you love and he has took it too far. You storm over to were he is sat grab the cigarette out of his hand and put it out on the ash tray âfucking listen to me you dick!â
âWhat the fuck!â he shouts standing up and getting in your face âdonât ignore me when I am talking to you I told you to not hurt her, are you really that desperate to get your dick wet you had to sleep with the one person I said not to!â You look him up and down with disgust.
He clenches his jaw rage filling his veins at the way you are speaking to him. No one else dares to and you best believe you are putting him in his place. He gives you a little shove âdo not talk to me like that, I will do what I want she was the one fucking begging for it.â
You shake your head glaring at him âyouâre disgusting.â
âYeah and little Molly fucking lovedâŚâ
âArgghhhâ you want to punch the smug prick but you opt for your wand instead. You have always been to impulsive and prone to anger so you donât even have time to think before you are trying to fire a hex his way. Before the words can leave your mouth your wand goes flying out your hand. Mattheo as always keeping a close eye on the situation had said âexpelliarmusâ without you hearing, damn him and his quidditch reflexes.
âFucking control your girl.â He adds in snidely only making you more angry. âExcuse me I donât fucking need controlling maybe you need to stop being such a filthy manwhoreâŚâ you push him back.
âAll right love thatâs enoughâ you feel his arms around your waist pulling you back even though you fight him. He pulls you to face him âsit downâ he nods head to the couch but you just glare at him. âFine Iâll sit you downâ he plops down onto the couch pulling you onto his lap, his arms around your waist in a death grip.
âAre you not going to tell him Iâm not doing anything wrong.â
Theo looks at you smirking at the fact Mattheo tried to put you in your place âMattheo Iâm going to kill him let me go.â
âLove calm down and you stop antagonising her you prick.â Theo just gives an innocent smile âhey Iâm not doing anything was just trying to smoke in peace before I got attacked.â
âCan you blame me you know itâs the one thing I asked him not to do sheâs been heartbroken all week.â
Mattheo nods at you stroking your cheek âI know itâs not worth getting angry over you two need to stop arguing.â He stares deep into your eyes holding you there for a second until you feel yourself relaxing. Your anger dissipates more at his touch and you breathe in getting more comfy on his lap. âGood girlâ he says tucking your hair behind your ear.
âListen mate did you really have to fuck her out of everyone she did beg youâŚâ
âI didnât know she would get so attached you warned her yourself not my fault she is stupid and didnât listen.â
You try to stand up and charge over to him but you canât move with your boyfriendâs strength holding you to his chest. Theo just chuckles at this again. He has always known how quick to anger you are and he just loves winding you up. âMatt donât you dare fucking defend him heâs horrible!â
âTheoâ Mattheo says sternly. He just looks over sighing holding his hands up in defeat not wanting to upset his best friend. âAll right all right Iâm sorry I fucked her can you blame me though I did try and stay away she was practically begging me!â
âYou can apologise to her as well.â
âNo fucking way.â
You look at your boyfriend crossing your arms knowing he will find a way to force Theo to. He just raises his brows at him and Theo huffs âFor fucks sake, what am I meant to say Iâm sorry you like me?â
âNo you say Iâm sorry I donât feel the same way I shouldnât have led you on and you deserve better anyway because she fucking does I could kill you for making her feel like shit when she deserves the world.â
He sighs âlisten I could have never gave her what she wanted anyway it was for the best.â
âJust tell her that then you donât have to be such a dick about everything and do me a favour and stop going after girls you know will only end up obsessed with you do you need an ego boost that bad?â
He rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek trying to hold back another snarky comment. âFine where is she.â
âIn her common room the last time I seen her.â
âYou want me to go all the way to the Hufflepuff rooms?â
âYes I do I donât want her upset any longer.â
He bounces his leg up and down for a moment âUgh fineâ he storms off out of your common room to find her and you breathe out a breathe of relief.
Your boyfriend slowly lets go of you âyour not a safety hazard are you anymore loveâ he chuckles and you send a sharp glare his way. âWhy do you always defend him Iâm not the one that needs controlling itâs his mouth!â
âI know but you are both in the wrong Iâve told you that you need to control your temper and listen to me.â
âWell he deserved what I was about to do to him.â
âYeah and what was that?â
âIwasgoingtogivehimpigears.â
âWhat was that?â
You sigh âI was going to give him pig earsâ you mutter.
His jaw drops but a laugh escapes his lips despite himself âyouâre fucking crazy.â
âWell he shouldnât piss me off.â
âYou canât just go round hexing people love do you want to get expelled?â
âStop trying to tell me what to do Iâm sick of him telling you to control me what am I a dog?â
âY/Nâ he warns you but you stand up storming to your room. You know itâs unfair to direct your anger at him but thereâs nothing you hate more than being told what to do. You just need some space to breathe and try to calm down. He gives you a few minutes and you sit biting your nails the worst habit you could have.
He eventually makes his way to your room slowly shutting the door and walking over to where you are sat. He tilts your chin up to him. âYou done yet?â
Despite you and Mattheo both being the most impulsive, anger prone people you both know exactly how to calm the other down. No matter how much you try to push him away he can always put you in your place, bringing you back down from the choking feeling of rage.
You clench your jaw looking away still being too stubborn. âStop acting like you are on his side.â
âyour my girl and heâs my best friend Iâm not siding with either of you I told him he was being a dick but you canât act like thatâ
You look back at him and he crouches down between your legs hands running up and down your thighs. âAm I the one that done it? No so you can drop your attitude right now and stop taking it out on me.â
You breathe in knowing he is right but you canât admit defeat just yet. You just cross your arms and he rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek. âYou going to make me get rid of that attitude then?â
âFucking bratâ he says as you donât answer pushing you roughly down on the bed âwhen I tell you to sit down and shut up you fucking listen to me.â
You go to give him a snarky retort but he leans over squeezing your neck âyou think thatâs wise?â Your mouth snaps shut seeing the look in his eyes. âNow are you going to be a good girl and stop being a bitch to me.â
âYes.â You grit out. âWhat was that love?â
âI said yes.â You say your tone still being bitchy âmhmm not good enough youâre still speaking to me like shit apologise.â
Your jaw drops in disbelief âme apologise what the fuck Mattheo it was himâŚ!â
âYou are acting like a fucking toddler apologise for not controlling yourself and clearly not doing what I say.â
You cross your arms ignoring him, your stubbornness always being your worst trait. He looks at you darkly âsuit yourself.â
He rags of your nickers and skirt âact tough all you want we both know Iâm in control here itâs about time you acted like it.â
Anticipation runs through your body and a dark part of you just loves seeing him like this, you love being put in your place despite all your protests that you hate being told what to do. âYouâre going to do exactly what I say understand?â
âYesâ you breathe out nearly moaning just off his words. âIâm going to do exactly what I fucking please with you and youâre going to take it yeah?â You nod your head at him. âThis will teach you right for being such a brat.â
He usually teases you, starting off slow taking his sweet time eating you out. However you can tell this isnât about his own pleasure or yours itâs a punishment. He dives onto your clit straight away biting and sucking harshly. The pressure is too much and you gasp your back arching âMatt!â You try to pull away or pull his head back but he wraps his arms around your thighs holding them in place âShut the fuck up I donât want to hear another word.â He mutters still continuing his attack.
Despite how overstimulating it is after a while of pressure building you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm you tangle your hands in his hair riding his tongue as he continues to eat you out. He must sense it as well because just it was about to wash over you he pulls away wiping his mouth. You gasp âMatt what the fuckâŚâ
He climbs over grabbing your throat again âI thought I said not another word?â
You let out a half whimper half moan and nod your head. âSorry baby I was so close.â He chuckles darkly âI know and itâs your own fault for disobeying me youâre not finishing until I say so.â
You want to cry, you want to go back ten minutes and change your actions just so he can let you finish. âComplain one more time and Iâll stop all together.â He remains hovering over you eyes locked on yours as he slowly pumps one finger in and out of you. Itâs torture and you buck your hips needing more. You want to cry and beg him but you know it will only make it worse if you speak so you take his teasing and bite your lip as hard as you can.
He eventually pulls out all together stripping his clothes off until his dick springs out. He spreads your legs wide teasing your entrance. âLook how wet you are I bet you love this donât you being put in your place.â
âDonât worry darling thereâs going to be no attitude left in you once Iâm done.â He finally puts himself inside you but he has no mercy. Instantly his pounding in and out your cunt. The pain and pleasure is disorienting and your legs instantly try to close. He growls and pulls them open again âopen your fucking legsâ you do as he says sobbing as he continues slamming his hips into yours âthatâs a good girl spread them nice and wide for me.â
He was right he is going to do exactly what he wants to you and all you can do is take it. Your body goes limp, you stop fighting and let the intensity of the feeling take over you. This gives him more room to get even closer to you driving deeper then you thought possible. âThatâs it take my dick.â You donât even try to hold back your moans as the pain starts morphing into pleasure.
âApologise now.â
You barely hear him lost in a world of your own until he stops causing you to whimper again grabbing him but he just pins your hands above your head. âYou want to cum?â You nod your head frantically âApologise.â
âIâm sorry Matt.â
âMhmâ he says starting to drive back into you âwhat for?â
âFor-forâ you moan as he keeps hitting the spot âMatt!â You scream out trying to convey that you arenât in the position to be listing our apologies.
âCome on love spit outâ he just chuckles taunting you. âIâm sorry for being a brat and not listening!â
âWho do you belong to?â
âYouâ
âSo you are going to listen to me from now on or the punishment will be a lot worse then this Iâve let you off easy.â
You nod your head just wanting to cum. âIâll be good now Matt⌠Iâm getting close.â
âGo on them baby cum.â wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer and slams his hips in and out with a pace you didnât even think was possible. You are a blabbering mess as you finally finish and tears fill your eyes at you finally being able to release. Matt finishes a couple of minutes later pulling out and you donât even give him a second before clinging onto him.
âThereâs my girlâ he presses a kiss to your forehead seeing you back relaxed in your usual soft state with him. Who knew it just took him pounding into you to release all that anger.
âIâm sorry Mattâ you feel tears running down your face being overwhelmed with the emotions running through you. âI just get so angry and take it out on you but I love you.â
âI know baby you took me so well though you were so good.â He wipes away a few of your tears smiling at you. âYou have to ignore him though okay and listen to me when I tell you to calm down.â You nod your head knowing if there is anyone in this earth that has the potential to tame your rage itâs only going to be him.
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I've been thinking non stop about Mike liking Abby's new daycare teacher but is too shy to do anything so Abby just casually mentions that her big brother has a crush on you and is doing weird things like checking his hair and only wearing the same pants two days in a row instead of four. So when u spill that Abby told u he doesn't know whether to be mad at her or not bc if ur wasn't for her he would have a date
I LOVEE THESE TYPES OF THINGS GN! READER
youâre sweet, patient, professional while managing to slip in some casualness to the conversations that you and mike have (short and cordial always) that make him feel like youâre more of an acquaintance and not just someone he indirectly pays.
youâre young, around his age he assumes, and he confirms his assumptions when heâs questioning abby.
âyour, uh, new teacher,â he starts as heâs finishing up dinner (spaghetti again).
abby hums from behind him. âwhat about them?â mike turns to glance at his sister who sits on the counter, her feet thudding against the cheap cabinets with the way she kicks them.
he turns back to the stove, shrugging and scratching at his ear. ânothing i was just wondering about them. like ⌠are they ⌠cool?â
and mike is so glad that abby has always been the more talkative one out of the two of them because sheâs immediately thrusting herself into an analysis of your quirks and how you really care about the children.
long story short, abby likes you just as much as mike does. even more, actually.
sheâs always running to hug you when mike drops her off and picks her up, and he distantly wishes he could do the same. he thinks heâs playing it cool, sending you tight lipped smiles and waves that are a little too disjointed.
but abby is more perceptive than he thinks.
each time he tells himself heâs going to have an actual conversation with you. maybe mention the band tee you wear on a casual friday or ask about the song you were humming before heâd arrived. thereâs intentions for him to get to know you and eventually ask you out.
but he backs out each time.
leaving abby to play matchmaker.
when mike comes in one thursday afternoon, hoodie soaked from the thunderstorm outside, he greets you and notices that your smile is a little more bashful than usual. abby is running around with her friends inside, playing an intense game of indoor freeze tag, and mike is trying to get her attention but you stop him.
âthey can play for a while longer. i couldnât let both of you go out in that storm.â
he looks out the window and notices that somehow, itâd gotten stronger.
âuh, do you want something hot to drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee?â you sound shy, maybe, but mike can't figure out why.
he's just grateful for a chance to spend time alone with you.
âcoffee would be great, actually.â
you and mike end up in the kitchen of the small cafeteria, each drinking your respective drinks in silence, until you speak.
âum, i hope iâm not overstepping.â mikes ears perk up because thatâs never a good start. âbut abby told me that you have a crush on me. is that true?â
fucking abby.
his ears redden immediately, head dropping as he considers how to play this. but before he can even decide, youâre speaking again.
âbecause if so, i just want to let you know that i feel the same.â
he lifts his head too quick, a little bit of his coffee spilling out of the loaned mug with the movement. he doesnât care about that, though, at least not immediately. instead, he focuses on you. he searches your face for a joking smile, maybe a little bit of mischief in your eyes. but thereâs nothing but honesty in them.
he takes the plunge.
âwould you wanna do something ⌠sometime?â not very descriptive but you smile at him anyway.
âi would love to.â
god bless abby.
#heâs so cutesy#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt fluff#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#fnaf movie
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My new boyfriend.
Tommy was Olivia's bff, he was always there for her above all things, they considered themselves almost "sisters" since tommy was not a guy like the others, he was a Twink, brown hair, youthful face, 20 years old, very thin, just like a noodle and clearly homosexual.
Olivia was the typical dumb blonde girl, tall, busty, the same age as tommy and popular but despite all this she always had things going wrong in love, she had recently met a fraternity guy named "Jake" But as expected, their relationship didn't last long and they had broken up a few hours ago, so she sent Tommy a message, so he could comfort her like he always does.
"Sis... I have ended my relationship with Jake, I am devastated... He was the most handsome guy in the world, I can't believe it"
"bestie, why do your relationships always take so little time? I mean, you've dated really hot guys... Hehe, I don't understand why they break up with you, you're beautiful, sis"
"I don't know, Tommy.... I would love to have a boyfriend who actually loves me for a long time, who protects me, listens to me and all that stuff, like you do."
"It's a shame I like guys, bff, because if I didn't, you know I'd be with you, but don't worry, you'll get a nice handsome guy with an attitude like mine!"
"I hope it doesn't take too long for that guy to come into my life, hey baddie, thanks for listening to me <3, now I have to go to sleep, sweet dreams! xoxo"
After that last message, olivia went straight to her computer and looked for something on the black market that could help her with her plan, and that's how he found a pair of red shorts, a chain and some earrings, In the description it said that with those things the guy who will use them would become the most handsome and loving guy in the world, so olivia did not hesitate twice and clicked to buy it.
The next day, the package arrived at her house, but I didn't want it to be so obvious, so I took the things out of the box where they were and handed them another one with a wrapper full of teddy bears and hearts, olivia knew that Tommy, seeing this, would not hesitate to open it, so once she closed the box, she sent it to Tommy's house.
A few minutes had passed since Olivia had sent the box to Tommy's house, When the package arrived someone knocked on the door and left, Tommy went directly to the door and opened it, curious to see the package he picked it up from the floor and began to open it, Tommy, seeing what was inside the box, was surprised. He never ordered clothes online, maybe they went to the wrong house, so he closed the box again, waiting for the real owner to claim it.
Once he left the box on the table, he went straight to the shower, when he finished his shower he grabbed his shirt but something was missing... And that was his special pink shorts, he remembered that he had lent them to his best friend so he thought of a solution, so he remembered that in the package they had sent him there were some red shorts so he went for them, once he used them, he would wash them so that the real owner would not suspect.
He grabbed the red shorts and put them on, It was a beautiful warm and sunny day so he decided to watch some TV, while watching TV he started to feel strange and a little hot, Something in his mind told him no try on what was in the box, the chain and the earrings, so he went for them and put them on, once je had them on he went to a mirror and saw himself, he laughed because he looked like one of her friend's boyfriends, but thin and without any muscle. After he saw herself in the mirror, he returned to the couch to continue watching TV.
And without realizing it, his foot began to enlarge as it became fleshier, his toes lengthened as veins sprouted and some hair grew on them, now he had feet of size 15, large masculine, all their delicacy was gone, now they looked like the feet of an jock.
His legs began to hurt, because they began to thicken and muscle began to come out, now his thighs were big while his calves were worthy of a real man, some hair began to grow on them.
The next thing to change was his butt and his bag, His big butt began to shrink to a decent size worthy of an jock, it was big but not as big as before although it was defined a little more, her pouch, which she was proud of since it was small and delicate, began to grow to a size 15 and also thickened while pubic hair came out, it seemed that she never shaved, but that made him look more masculine.
His designer thong also began to undergo changes, it went from being a red thong to becoming blue designer boxers so that his manhood would be highlighted even more along with his toned butt.
His stomach, which was thin, began to hurt as abdominal after abdominal came out in Tommy's stomach, a v began to be marked on the lateral sides while he gained a beautiful pack of 8 very worked abs, his chest began to expand outwards as two large defined pecs bulged out, a tattoo began to appear on a pectoral, his torso began to lengthen as he became more masculine, his back also underwent changes, it went from being feminine and thin, to being masculine and wide, muscle also appeared there, giving him a very manly back and worthy of admiration.
hiss shirt began to tear due to his large muscles, that was where Tommy reacted and was surprised and ran towards the mirror.
"Omg! What happened to me? I am dreaming? "This must be a dream, yes... I must wake up."
But before Tommy slapped himself, his arms began to hurt as they began to stretch and muscle began to come out, his biceps were now the size of a ball, his triceps were well worked, his delicate hands began to thicken while his fingers lengthened can and they started to look calloused due to all the exercise he did at the gym, wait... Exercise? Gym? He didn't exerc- but before Tommy reacted, two tattoos began to appear on his two muscular arms and another tattoo on one of his biceps.
Tommy couldn't anymore, he was about to cry, so he got the idea to call Olivia, but before he could do that, his face started to hurt.
Tommy's face, which was young, delicate and feminine, began to change as his jaw became marked, giving him a more manly appearance, His lips that were too full from being an expert cocksucker became thinner but still looked kissable, his nose became big and cuter, his eyes that were green began to turn brown, his beautiful blonde hair began to recede as it began to turn black, at the end, his hair ended up with a cut that any jock could have, his face had become the most beautiful, any girl who saw him would die to be with him, Tommy looked in the mirror again, looking at his new appearance, he became somewhat horny, without a doubt his new appearance was his ideal type, all the blood flowed into his bag giving him an obvious erection.
Tommy put his hand in his bag and started moving his hand up and down. He started to think about how many cute guys he could fuck... But as he thought about guys his erection faded, His mind began to give him new memories as a new alpha aura took over him. He began to imagine himself fucking girls with big butts and tits. His erection returned, but Tommy knew this wasn't right... He was... Homo... Homosexual?, NO, he was straight and loved raising beautiful girls with his bag, As he continued to raise and lower his hand he couldn't hold back anymore and he came and with that all his memories, personality and Tommy faded away.
"Seriously, Olivia is lucky to have me as a boyfriend, I mean, who wouldn't want someone like me?" Max said to himself as he flexed one of his arms in the mirror.
Tommy was now Max, Olivia's boyfriend, quarterback of the football team, leader of his fraternity, he loved parties, alcohol, exercising and having fun, max hated homosexuals, he said they could never be real men like him and his "bros."
After pulling up his pants he received a message from his girlfriend Olivia, Olivia knew that Tommy at this point had ceased to exist so she wanted to test out her new boyfriend.
"Hi love! I miss you... I would like to have you here with me, I want you to make me yours... come to my house <3"
"Well, today I'm free princess, to hell with today's training, I prefer to be with my beautiful girl, so you don't miss me so much while i arrived at your house, I'll send you a photo of me, princess ;)"
Olivia was happy with her new boyfriend, he was affectionate and listened to her all day, just like she wanted.
#gay to straight#male tf#personality change#reality change#jock tf#male transformation#frat bro#twink to jock#frat boy tf
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characters: self aware!acheron x isekai!gn!reader, slight dan heng x reader to the end
warnings: fluff, poor attempt at humor, consumption of alcohol, lying (from dan heng), brief appearance of playable characters, description of acheron test run, reader is isekaid into the hsr world and is just trying to live their life, reader is referred to as aeon of life and your excellency
notes: just had a shower thought and remembered acheron interaction from the cosmodessy event and BOOM! part 2 of dragon fic is on the work i swEAR PLS DONT EAT ME the divider is from @/rookthornesartistry
âhmmâŚâ
what a tricky situation. acheron had been wandering through the dreams of penacony to find out about the truth of the oak family. or at least, finding some hint and cases that has been silenced by the family. but on the wayâŚ
âi seem to be lostâ
yes, the amnesiac galaxy ranger had found herself lost once more. she had briefly agreed with the astral express to meet them later at the clockie statue of golden hour, but the poor woman was now wondering which way is which and which direction she should be heading towards. oh well, sheâll figure it out later. right now, she needed to know where she was or attempt to find a familiar face.
looking around herself, acheron could hear the faint sound of jazz playing further down one of the halls. there also seem to be other people there as she could make out laughter and murmuring of people alongside the scent of alcohol wafting through the air.
a bar, perhaps?
quietly, she makes her way to the end of the hall, opening the double doors and coming to what she guessed was a bar. it did indeed seem like it, though just maybe a bit smaller than the usual grand and bright neon sign filled ones at the golden hour. briefly, the woman takes a moment to look around, hoping to find a familiar face. there was a bartender behind the bar, a halovian mixing a drink. perhaps she could ask herâ?
a familiar colored hair catches acheronâs attention just as she was about to make her way over to the bartender. there, far away from the crowd of people at one of the seats sat the aeon of life. their back turned to others, seemingly running away from attention as they hunch over their table. acheron had never personally met the aeon of life before but she had felt their warmth, heard some snippets about them through the trailblazer and during an odd battle she was forced to fight in and have seen glimpses of their visage through the screen that the trailblazer allowed her to.
when acheron was first teleported to some theme park of penacony, she wondered if someone had kidnapped her. but when the ranger tried to move herself, she had found it impossible. until she did. someone or something was controlling her body, making her draw her blade and fight, yet she found it hard to hate the puppeteer. it felt⌠warm. to the lone galaxy ranger, this odd puppeteer of hers gave her a warm feeling, like being gently cradled by the sun. gentle and kind as the puppeteer moves her around, muffled gasps of awe and words of admiration falling onto her ears. this puppeteer of hersâ voice sounded gentle, soothing her heart, filling the loneliness of her soul. as quickly as it came, it disappeared and she was back in her room at the reality of the hotel.
when she briefly mentioned of this incident when she met welt of the astral express, he simply smiled with a knowing expression. the older man had told her about the aeon of life â or at least their reborn mortal self â and how they would sometimes guide some people to help them solve their problem or to bless them with more strength. most of the times though, these people were pathstriders, he told her.
and now here she was, in the flesh, being able to see the aeon of life themself.
quietly, the ranger makes her way towards the hunched over aeon. they seem to have had some glasses of drinks, the ice in them melting inside the glass as they lay their head on their arms, one hand wrapped around the glass of their next drink.
meanwhile, you try to fight back some sleep. drowsiness falling over you due to all sorts of drinks youâve consumed. though, most were alcohol free, they still managed to knock you down a peg. must be the secret of being penacony dreamscape drinks or something. or maybe it was just siobhanâs specialty. she seemed very skilled in the art of free mixing.
the faint sound of heels clacking catches your attention though, making you stop and take a moment to listen carefully. not so soon after, the sound stops right behind you, along with a faint presence behind your back. you try to play asleep, hoping the person would just buy the act and leave you alone. ever since you were isekaid into the star rail world, people have been clamoring for your attention left and right. you came to penacony with the express in hopes of blending within the bright lights and dazzling signs of the dream world for people to ignore you and give you some time to breathe.
though, the presence continues to stay. lingering just behind you.
gulping, remembering an iconic meme back from your world, you slowly get up from your laying position and turn your head around to see who it was.
âYAAGHHâ!â you yelp out loud, nearly shrieking as you jump from your seat when you saw acheron just silently staring at you, a bit closer than what you would prefer. the woman blinks, eyeing you carefully as she takes in your appearance. meanwhile, you hold a hand over your heart to calm the rapid beating of it.
breathing in and out, you eventually manage to calm yourself down. keeping an awkward eye contact with the ranger, you reach out to your unfinished glass of drink, taking a long sip from it. all the while, acheron continues to hold this somewhat awkward stare down.
âa-acheron, what are you doing here? you scared the shit out of meâ you say, now finally calm after that last gulp of your drink. the womanâs exposed purple eye widens slightly, as if she was surprised by the fact you knew her. ah right, you two havenât officially met each other in the flesh. so of course it will come off as weird to the galaxy ranger.
âi appear to be lost, your excellencyâ she replies, noting the unusual hue of your eye. it had a ring of gold in it, making you look otherworldly. but in this life where people can easily travel from one world to the other, that wasnât exactly a compliment enough to say that you looked beautiful.
right, you remembered now that acheron had a tendency to forget things very easily and she would continue to be amnesiac until she draws her blade.
âwell⌠where do you need to go then?â
the two of you have made your way out of siobhanâs bar, out of the dreamscape reverie hotel and towards the golden hour as she had said. but first you made little detours in your walk, stopping a few memory zone memes that has become unstable â during the whole time, acheron had told you to stay behind her so you would be safe â taking your time to admire the scenery of the dreamscapes before you two finally made it to the golden hour. it was buzzing, bustling with people from all over the galaxy and street vendors raising their voices to catch someoneâs attention.
seeing a floating ice cream at the other end of the street, acheron steps onto the road without looking.
âache, watch out!â you quickly reach out, holding her hand and yanking her back to yourself as a speeding car nearly runs her over. warm. you felt warm to the touch, gentle in the way you handled her as if she was made of glass. tender, almost, like a lover would hug another to their heart. she liked the way you hugged her, even though it was one born out of protective instinct.
âare you okay?â you ask, squeezing her bicep gently to take her attention. acheron turns her head to look at you, nodding her head that she was fine. everyone would be fine if they were in your protection after all. warm, safely tucked into your loving embrace.
âacheâ she spoke suddenly, taking your attention back to herself. âyou called me ache, your excellency. do you like the nickname?â the ranger asks, having never received any nicknames from others. this was her first time, having lost everyone she was close to and being forced to walk a lonely road until she caught the gaze of nothingness itself. even if she did indeed had gained nicknames from others before, she had long forgotten them. so this newfound form of kinship in you, in being given something intimate to be referred to by someone, brought a feeling of joy to the lonely ranger.
âi mean⌠do you like it?â you ask, looking at her face if she would give away any indication that she disliked it. to which you saw nothing. only the faint smile growing on her face. you liked that look on her face. the brooding, sad, melancholic look that she usually wears never fitted her. but when she did that, had a small smile on her face with a face of contentment, it seemed to suit her much better.
âmhmâ acheron simply nods, an odd feeling of childish glee in her heart at the thought of having earned an intimate nickname. not from just anyone, but from you â the aeon of life, the very first living being that came to existence and decided to bless other lifeless things into meaningful ones. the aeon of life whose love and care held no bounds, reaching all over galaxies and world â even to ones that were distant and lone â embracing them in your love and care.
acheron liked the nickname âacheâ. a heron liked to enjoy her time beside you. with you.
holding hands, eating floating ice creams and magical popcorns, the two of your take your sweet time during your detour to the clockie statue in golden hour. some people stopped you to ask for your autograph or a selfie together. it had become a common thing for you to experience ever since you got isekaid into this world.
the way you stopped to laugh at acheronâs face, where she had undoubtedly made a mess when eating her newly favorite peach flavored ice cream, the way you took out a napkin, wiping away the mess from her lips in such a tender manner caught the attention of a certain bloodhound. gallagher watched, jealous and other unknown bitter feelings swirling inside him as he watches your âdateâ with acheron from a bit away. he didnât understand why he was so jealous. he was already in your grace, having come home to you many times while the ranger hadnât came home to you even once.
but coming home, being in your grace and going on dates with you and holding hands were two completely different things. maybe he should invite you to come over at siobhanâs bar more.
finally, the pair of you made it to the clockie statue. when nearing to your destination, you felt the metal clawed hand of acheron tightening around yours. she seemed sad over the fact she had to let you go. it was nice to be beside you. holding hands, making jokes, feeling of belonging and comfort easily sweeping over her in waves that she never felt before. and yet she had to let go now. the express members were looking at you two weirdly.
âitâs alright, ache. weâll go on more walks together later, okay? you have my phone number after all. you can text me if you wantâ your soothing voice graces her ears, filling the empty void of her heart. the woman remembers now. you gave her your number on the way here.
nodding, very reluctantly, acheronâs hands lets go of yours. immediately she wanted to reach out to hold your hand again, to feel the warmth of the sun from your skin again. but she holds herself back, afraid that she might scare you off with how forward she may come off as.
âsee you later!â
âaaah⌠hopefully, today wonât be filled with creepy stalkers or annoying fans running after me��â you groan out, slumped over on one of the seats at the theme park. there wasnât much people around, even if there were, the people here were too immersed in the exhilarating experience of the theme park. this place really was the world of dreams, huhâŚ
âgood afternoon, everyone. this is the ipc broadcast, coming back with news from all over the galaxyâ one of the radios that was placed around the theme park speaks up, the familiar voices of the two npcâs coming through to catch some gossip loving folksâ attention.
âyesterday, at the world of dreams penacony, many people have reported to seeing their excellency, the aeon of life, going on a date with a certain mysterious purple haired womanâ oh fuck no. no more gossip regarding the most basic things you do. please, no more scandals.
âsome reports have stated that their excellency was sighted holding hands and going around one of the most famous dreamscapes of penacony â the golden hour â in a seemingly intimate date with the womanâ it wasnât a date! besides, people were too damn invested into your life.
groaning and silently spewing curses under your breath, you tune out the rest of the news broadcast, instead focusing on the taste of soulglad in your hand. at least there werenât anyone around to bother you today. or anyone to spook you by just silently standing behind you. breathing down your neck, quietly standing there as if waiting for you to slowly turn around with âitâs behind me, isnât it?â.
wait thatâs too specific.
âyour excellenââ
âwhAT THE FUCK?!â safe to say, you jumped out of your seat when the familiar soothing voice of dan heng reached your ears. some people around turned to give you a weird or concerned stare.
âdan heng?! the hell are you doing here? arenât you supposed to be back at the express?â you choke out, thankfully having not thrown your glass of soulglad in your fright. in return, the quiet dragon only tilts his head slightly, a sheepish look on his face. he lowkey reminded you of a puppy with that faceâŚ
âi came here to check on the other express members. they werenât replying to me in the group chat. and nowââ
ââ and now youâre lostâ you finish for him, waiting, keeping an eye contact to see if he would deny or agree. to which he simply nodded his head as slight pink hue spread over his cheeks.
âalright where do you need to go?â
âthe golden hour, clockie statueâ
âalright, alright. jeez, whatâs up with you guys always meeting up at the statue?â
âuhm⌠your excellency?â
âyeah?â
âcan we⌠hold hands?â
tomorrow, another hit news was broadcasted by the ipc broadcast, speaking of how the aeon of life was spotted going on another date with a young, handsome man from the astral express.
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Most exciting part of the trailer for the next TADC episode for you?
More so an Analysis rather than things I'm excited about X3
I watched the sneak peek on loop I can process everything! Waahh!! I'm so excited for episode 2 đ only a few weeks away! đ
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I wanna get this out of the way, I love Lizzie Freeman and Alex Rochon's Improv work on this promo đ they were really put in a booth together, were told to say things to promote episode two, and came up with that đ Genius.
The environment work is GORGEOUS! I love the look of everything, the world-building, the colors! It looks like a full-fledged movie guys! Absolutely beautiful and WONDEROUS work from the Glitch team-- it's so beautiful for half a year of work??? God damn!!
Haha! As an in-universe creation, Despite his little gags, Caine is genuinely such a good AI to make something so cool!
You'll also notice that Ragatha is taking charge of talking with the princess! That would make sense for such fellow beautiful well-mannered women!
More on them later at the end! :3
Dream sequence theory
Also, we all agree that these ones are all part of a dream right? Pomni is panicked, the strange sort of "slow woozy wobbly" animation exactly like a dream... even the dolly zoom!
Then she is sent to the cellar with a an abstracted arm, but that shouldn't be the case since Caine could easily fix an abstracted arm with a snap of a finger.
And then she wakes up, freaked out!!
Wahaha! Shout out to the Showtime server for pointing this out while we were discussing!
This is either and "end of episode prize" from Caine, or he jumps in mid-episode to hand them a helpful item, ooorr he's telling them that that's their objective for the adventure :3
also!! people have pointed out that Zooble isn't with the carriage with the others! Either this means that Zooble was given a surprise roll in the adventure, or she's off to have a fun solo adventure with Caine! Ohh! How exciting!
Zooble is a favorite character of Goose's, so to learn more about him and why Goose loves them so much would be so exciting!!
Whats up with Jax?
hunched down, writing in the sand, hugging his knees, this topped with Goose's two-word description of the next episode to be "I"m nothing"... Oh Jax is gonna have a MOMENT...
We all know that no one likes the dude and he's going to get worse. I'm unsure if this will make me like the guy, but I'm optimistic!
I'm open to understanding and seeing another side of him that would make me like him! I already quite like how this scene is framed, how lonely he looks, the acting in these few seconds already tells me what kind of guy he is.
...despite one of the gummis being tied up in the corner
If i had to hypothesize, this probably stemmed with Jax acting out, you know, the usual "being a nuisance" to make everyone miserable,
Then It escalates
This gets on Ragatha's nerves, first starting out as a silly "haha cute interaction" between them and it escalates while the episode goes on where Ragatha genuinely gets mad at him and tells him to stay put while they do the work.
Speaking of Ragatha, She seems to be quite fond of the Princess! There is a part of me that wonders if she wants to sort of-- "prove" herself in a way, as a leader or otherwise. Ragatha does give me the "smart yet nice kid in class that everyone copies off of" energy... TwT This poor woman.
I don't know, just the way The Princess bends down and holds her hand, it's sort of sweetly mentorly or motherly in a way. I'm not saying this to infantilize Ragatha, I respect her so much as a mature 30-year-old adult, I say it as a testament to The Princesses' character. Princesses, Queens, and any sort of royalty have been characterized as the sort of "mother/father of all" sort of character type, which is sweet! And would be quite interesting!
I know that people are quick to do the shipping with these two, but I kind of like the idea of Ragatha wanting approval and validation.
BUT THATS JUST A THEORY!! A FILM THEORY!!! ANDDD CUT!!
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