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nikkisixxsgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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this must be the place

being one of the byers/hoppers (headcannons)

jonathon

you aways gotta fight him for the bathroom cause he wants to spend twenty minutes on his hair to impress nancy

typical sibling fights including light punching and dramatic fake injuries

will always have your back no matter what

will punch ppl for you

when youre feeling down he'll sit with you and talk

you always catch nancy escaping out of his window and use it as blackmail against him

would give you the shirt off his back

always lends you his music and plays songs he knows you like in the car

will drive you anywhere in that old car,any time of day

will save up his money to get you and will good gifts

not one for hugs or saying i love you on the regular but he'll still accept if you do that

s4 jonathon would tell you to stay away from drugs and then go get high w argyle

argyle is also like a second older brother to you

jonathon makes sure everyone looks after and protects you even if you dont need it

nearly beat steve to a pulp in s1 cause he said something mean about you

teams up with you to glare at mike

isnt the best at school but still tries to help you with your work

will watch obscure artsy movies with you

cooks for your family every day

does not get into sibling fights,like he physically cant get mad at you

threatens each person you go on a date with

will make sure you get enough sleep every night even though he hasnt slept in years

takes photos of you and the rest of the byers

you give him the worst nicknames and that mfer will just sit there and say nothing

will mock any school related parties or activities unless you join them in which case he will be incredibley supportive

joyce

will have jonathon spy on you 24/7

she trusts your judgement in your friends and your dates but is still weary

never lets you come home alone

always supportive

is always there for you

her hugs are like hugging a cloud

always has a huge smile when she sees you

would die for you and your siblings

whispers that youre her favourite and then does that to will and jonathon

the type to take a million photos before your prom

when youre off to like save the world she'll hold your face and hug you and squeeze your cheeks so much its suffocating

is always scared shes gonna lose you guys so she gets terrified when something happens

would beat up a 4yo if they were mean to you

gives you your space when you need it

will let you borrow her clothes

always wants to make sure you're okay

sometimes she'll be up in the middle of the night at the kitchen table and when she sees you she'll make you something hot to drink as you guys talk

works incredibley long hours so she can provide for you guys

would give you the shirt off her back and pants

if you had a cold she would lose her mind tryna take care of you

she isnt the best cook ngl but she'll always try to make you something you guys like

does those excited little mom screams when something good happens

will tell hopper every little detail about you when he comes over

hopper

isnt exactly your dad but also is definitely your dad

will straight up arrest anyone who bothers you

calls every person you date a punk and tries to threaten them

trusts your judgement but it still an overprotective dad

confused about everything but always has the spirit

will let you and your siblings eat absolute trash when joyce is out

will sit with you and tell you stories to calm your nerves

"can i borrow this?" "keep it"

says you cant date till youre 50

if youre going through an emo phase or smth he'll ask you a million questions and still be confused

makes little jokes about everyone with you

will warn you about 'guys like eddie' then when he gets to know them he'll secretly like them

quit alot of his bad habits when he started living with you guys

stops himself in the middle of angry rants and reminds himself to be calm for you guys

will jump in harms way to protect you guys

if youre sick he'll still send you to school with no hesitation

stops before he does anything risky to remind himself of you guys and make sure hes doing this for the right reasons

him and joyce cant go a day without being around you guys

murray ends up being your weird conspiracy theory uncle,and enzo ends up being a 'weirdly hot friend of your dads' according to nancy

teams up with Jonathon to threaten the people you date so you cant leave them alone with your dad or brother,ever

"when i was your age-"

will

will try to stick up for you only to end up getting himself bullied

you always stick up for him

youre always talking to him tryna comfort him

you are there 24/7 for this boi

hes always drawing stuff for you

and will annoy you to no end about his dorky fantasy stuff

tries to teach you dnd

cannot cook.like absolutely has no skill in the kitchen

is painfully uncoordinated and you try to stifle your laughs when he trips for the fifth time that day

you try to help him understand his feelings because quite frankly he doesnt understand them himself

loves you more than everyone else because you treat him normally

you call him a nerd and he calls you a whale,the daily routine.

you give him your own music reccomendations

you always make fun of his haircut and he proceeds to violate you with insults

he'll wear your clothes and then once hes already got them on he'll ask if he can borrow them

you both always make eachother laugh

when hes done being ominous you make fun of his scribble drawings and imitate his posessed moments which earns a scolding from joyce

he will lip sync to every song you play

jonathon will be in the drivers seat looking serious ash and you and Will will be jamming in the backseat

you always listen to his nerdy ramblings and roll your eyes but when christmas or his birthday rolls around you always get him something hes been ranting about

on his birthday you make sure everyone knows.you throw a massive party and invite practically everyone.

if anyones mean to him you and jonathon are prepared for murder a good talking to

you make fun of his crush on mike and he proceeds to steal all of your favourite clothes,forcing you to wear a shirt from when you were nine years old with a cartoon on it to school

he tries to act all grown up when he gets to highschool so you have to act extra childish to make up for it on his part

will give you the food on his plate,but not the shirt off his back cause hes self conscious

always wants to go to amusement parks with your family and every fourth of july he forces you guys outside to watch the fireworks

eventually you and jonathon just bought will the fireworks and every year you guys sit on the porch as him and his dorky friends light em up

jane/eleven

always smiling,no matter what

will tell you all about her day or about a story she heard with this incredible excitement

refuses to eat much else besides eggos

will rummage through your things looking for clothes to wear and leave your room a mess not even knowing

has sleepovers with max every week

one time max left her lipstick and jane used it to draw

thus resulting in you teaching her makeup

you always lend her your music

you teach her new words and lend her your books all the time

she speaks through movies but you dont mind because frankly its adorable

when angela makes fun of her she thinks its some weird way of being friends so you chopped off all of angelas hair

you will and jonathon are always at her side

you compliment her every day

every time she sees you she has this huge smile and waves like crazy

you hug her 24/7 because shes just so precious well minus the murder

you brush and braid her hair every night and she'll tell you about something new she learned

does those word of a day things

she tried making breakfast once,it was bad,real bad but you still ate it all,egg shells and burntness, just because of how happy she looked

you absolutely hate mike because hes a dick to your little sister so hopper and you always try to keep her away from him

she always wants you to paint her nails in the wildest colours

her,will and eddie really get along

but when he played her metallica she had this huge look of confusion on her face "is that really music?"

fav ice cream is mint chocolate chip,shes insane

refuses to let a bad day get to her

cut her hair like that cause "i want to look like joyce"

if you ever swear or use 'slang' she'll repeat what you say with a smile and say it all day earning a laugh from hop and another lecture from joyce

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stellar-alley · 4 years ago

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Of Scales and Sea Glass

•Chapter 2•

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Eddie goes shopping for food with Bev and Bill, then washes the mer’s tangled hair.)

Also shout out to @ambitiousskychild on tumblr for being my beta!

The next morning Eddie woke up to the sound of the doorbell echoing through the quiet house. His eyes fluttered open as they drifted over to his alarm clock. 11:00am, holly shit i never fucking sleep in this much, Eddie wondered why for only a split second, before the memories of the day prior resufaced. “The merman…” Eddie spoke aloud, his eyes wide with realization.

Hastily, he threw his legs over the side of his bed and stumbled out of his room and into the bathroom. He slammed himself against the door and opened it up wide.

The merman had been slouched over in the tub, head underwater. He jerked his head out of the water after the sudden bang against the door. Breathing heavily, mind still hazed by sleep, he watched as the small human, Eddie, shuffled inside. He rolled his eyes at the sight, relieved that it wasn’t a threat.

“It’s just me don’t worry” Eddie’s voice was groggy and tired as he waved off the merman’s worries. “I-uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay-” The doorbell rang again, Eddie stiffened, “Sorry I’ve gotta get this but please- stay here,” Eddie begged before leaving the room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Eddie rambled as he unlocked the front door. He swung it open to reveal not just one of the Losers, but two. “Ohmygod- Hey guys!” Eddie’s mood brightened.

Bill and Beverly both stood on Eddie’s front porch. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” Bev smiled. Eddie moved aside, allowing his friends to come inside. The three settled into their normal seats in Eddie’s family room. Eddie and Bill on the bigger couch will Bev laid horizontally on the armchair.

“H-Hows the clean up go-going?” Bill asked as he stretched his hands, sore from the previous day of manual labour.

“It fucking sucks! It’s so gross. What about you guys?” Eddie stopped himself before he started ranting about all the weird shit he’s found in his pool.

“My aunt and I got most of the stuff cleaned up but now there’s a leak in the roof, so we’ve gotta wait for the maintenance guy to come and patch it up, ” she explained.

Eddie nodded, then asked, “Bill? How’s Georgie?”

“T-Tired, he hu-hates thunder. The tree in the f-front yard lost a ma-masive branch. My parents told me to go get gru-groceries today,” Bill pulled out a list from his pocket, “Wanna join?” He inquired.

“Yeah, Big Bill and I were gonna go into town and get some supplies, we were wondering if you wanted in?” Beverly raised her eyebrows at him.

“That’d be great actually,” The mental image of the guest in his bathtub caused him to realize how much he needed to restock his pantry, “Yeah, I need to stock up,” Eddie concluded.

The shorter boy glanced down at the pajamas that he wore then back up at his friends, “Let me go get changed then we can head out. Oh, don’t use the upstairs bathroom the toilet… broke,” Eddie lied, but the others didn’t notice. He had a bathroom on the main floor that worked perfectly fine and had no mythical creature hiding in it that they could use.

Eddie checked on the merman one more time and informed him of the recent developments before he got ready and left. Eddie called shotgun as they walked down his driveway, towards Bill’s red Toyota Corolla, Bev rolled her eyes as she hopped into the back. And they were off to the store.

The trio decided on going to Walmart first as it had most of the things they needed. Eddie walked along the aisle with Bill who pushed the cart, and Bev who rode on the front with her phone in hand, she was scrolling through her list, calling out items she needed for Eddie to put into the cart.

They were about to roll past the fish freezers, when Eddie stopped and signaled for the others so to follow him. “Eddie f-fish? Really?” Bill questions as he turns the kart, Bev hopped off to stand beside Eddie as they observed the fish in the ice below them.

“Yeah, so?” Eddie’s tone is more defensive than he would prefer, but he needs to feed his trashmouth and fish seemed like the most logical food to buy for something that lived in the ocean. Eddie worried about giving him human food, so he decided to start with the fish then maybe test the waters with something like bread, once the mer regained his hunger.

“Nothing, it’s just every time I ever offered you sushi during lunch you always talked about your hatred for fish,” Bev recalls a memory from when they were in highschool.

He gestured for the guy behind the counter to wrap up two of the full salmons, “Well, people change,” Eddie shrugs. He smiled as he was handed the wrapped fish.

“So what was everyone else up to today?” Eddie changed the subject onto the other Losers.

“Mike’s on f-farm duty. They had to help f-find one of the sheep that got loose during the st-storm. S-Stan had to work,” Bill explained while he looked over the continents inside of one of the many freezers.

“And Ben’s mom needed help cleaning. OH! And remember his neighbour with that old ass maple tree?” Eddie nodded as Bev continued, “It fell during the storm, broke an upstairs window. Ben’s mom is pissed,” Bev says with a faint smirk playing over her lips.

Bill pulled up onto their street and Bev was talking about some of the new clothes she was making with one of her old dresses when Eddie remembered he wanted to buy a shirt for the merman.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Hm? What? Tired of hearing me talk about fashion?” Bev asked curiously.

Eddie shook his head. “Oh no, I love hearing about the difference between cotton and polyester. I just remembered I wanted to look at some new shirts while we were out. You don’t have any old big shirts do you?” Eddie asked. He would just lend one of his shirts to the fish, but he was at least 2 sizes larger than Eddie.

“Maybe?” Bev cocked an eyebrow, “why?”

Eddie blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Growth spurt”

Bill scoffed, which earned him a back hand slap on his arm.

“I can grow!”.

Bill smirked as he took the key out of the ignition. “Eddie you’re n-nineteen, I think you’re a-a little too old for growth spurts.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered,” Bev put a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Beverly,” Eddie made sure to eye Bill as he thanked Bev.

Derry’s resident Badass: Left the shirt in the mailbox for you! Enjoy

Eddie read the text from Bev. He finished putting away all of the perishable items before checking his mailbox. Inside he found a light pink T-shirt. It looked pretty normal until he held it up and saw there were two seashell decals on the chest, trying to mimic Ariel’s iconic shell bra. Oh Beverly…. Eddie smirked at the shirt, recalling the times she’d worn this shirt to sleepovers, it always rode halfway down her thighs. He chuckled at the mental image of the trashmouth wearing this shirt.

Eddie ended up deboning one of the salmon's he bought, which proved itself to be much harder then they make it seem on Master Chief. After he proceeded to chop it into bite-sized pieces. He contemplated cooking the fish but opted not to as he can't imagine any way a merman would have cooked fish underwater. Once he was back in the bathroom, he took his usual seat on the closed toilet.

The merman’s head was leaning against the back of the tub, silently napping. Eddie admired his raw beauty and sharp features. He looked very at ease, his lips slightly parted and moving ever so slightly as his chest rose and fell with every breath. A small smile crept onto Eddie's face before it turned into a devilish grin. He held the container of food with one hand while the other slid into the water, with one swift notion he sent a small splash of water up and onto the merman’s face.

He woke with a startle, his glasses fell from his face with the sudden motion. The calm expression on his face turned to confusion as he scanned the room and realized everything was blurry. His breath now quick as his gaze landed on Eddie who was cracking up. He scowled while he slid his glasses back on.

“Oh come on trashmouth! God you're no fun,” Eddie nagged.

The Mer crossed his arms over his chest (ignoring the subtle pain it created) and stuck his tongue in protest.

Eddie only rolled his eyes before getting to what he'd brought. “So I wasn’t sure what you ate so I bought you fish. Is that okay?” He looked to the merman for help. He stared at Eddie blankly before his brow furrowed and he held out his arms and made a grasping motion with his hands. Like a baby asking for its bottle.

“What? You wanna do it yourself?” Eddie asked, a little shocked by his sudden desire for independence. Although he would be sad he'd never feel those soft lips against his hand anymore… He shrugged it off. “OKay…” Eddie hesitated only for a moment before handing it over to the merman.

He mirrored Eddie in the way he held it. Once he was sure he had a steady grasp over the container, he moved a hand to take a piece of fish out and popped it into his mouth. The merman chewed then proceeded to swallow it. He popped another piece into his mouth, chewed then gave Eddie a grateful smile with a mouth full of fish.

Eddie nearly gagged. “EW! Don’t do that trashmouth,” he grimaced, but his voice was filled with amusement as the fish closed his mouth, but kept the smile.

Later that day the cleaners came for the pool. Eddie greeted them in the driveway and led them into his backyard. He explained what he needed done as he stood a couple feet away from the edge of the pool. The main cleaner talked about prices as Eddie scanned the pool.

There was still so much shit at the bottom, he was excited to see it gone. But something shiny caught his eye on the ground. He blinked and focused on the little blue scales that sat about a foot away from the pool. Eddie tried to keep calm as he realized there were the merman’s scales.

Shit, I can’t let these guys see those, even if they are just scales. I cannot let anyone find out about him.

Eddie continued the conversation he was having with the head cleaner as he took a step towards the pool, placing his foot right beside the scales, blocking them from the cleaner’s view.

“We should be done in a couple hours or so,” he explained.

Eddie nodded in understanding, then he kneeled down beside the edge. “Okay good.” He placed his hand over the scales but kept his gaze on the pool. “The sooner it’s cleaned means the sooner I get to keep practicing. I’m planning on joining my school’s swim team,” Eddie lied. He picked up the scales and slid them into his pocket as he stood up.

“Oh! Well good luck with that,” The cleaner smiled. Once everything was discussed, Eddie left them to do their job. He patted the scales in his pocket as he walked back towards the house, a faint smile played across his lips.

The next day Eddie explained to the merman how his pool was now clean and full of water while he examined all of his injuries which seemed to be healing nicely.

“If I find an easier way to transport you then maybe one day you can go swimming there.” The merman only shrugged in response. That worried Eddie as he would’ve thought the fish would’ve been dying to get back into the water, as that’s where he lived.

“A-Are you okay?” Eddie immediately moved his hand to feel the creature's forehead, checking for a fever. It was a little hotter than normal but that could have also been because it was scorching hot outside. Eddie slid his hand from his forehead to ruffle the fish’s black mess of curls, something he grew quite fond of doing. But it didn’t go too far as his fingers got tangled in knots.

“God, how tangled is your hair?” Eddie questioned. The merman responded by raking his hands through his hair, only to be met by the same tangles. He simply shrugged.

Since he’d been in Eddie’s bathtub for the past couple of days, his hair had been able to completely dry, which left it in long thick curls that dangeled into his face. Eddie didn’t mind, he thought it was kinda cute… But now that he knew how knotted they were, he had to do something about it.

He sighed and stood up, “Well, I don’t know what you guys are doing down in Atlantis, but you’ve gotta start conditioning your hair.”

The merman’s face scrunched up, unsure of what Eddie was suggesting. He folded his arms over the side of the tub and rested his head on top of them as he watched Eddie go through one of the cabinets in the corner.

When Eddie returned he brought back a bottle of shampoo, conditioner and a brush. He sat on the ground and placed everything beside him. “Dunk your head underwater,” Eddie instructed.

The merman didn’t.

“Come on,” Eddie removed his watch and sunk his hands into the water.

The merman sunk down a bit but stopped right before wetting his hair, as if he was mocking Eddie.

“Oh fuck you,” Eddie gasped drmatically. He moved his hands to splash the merman. Just as the water was about to wet his face, he raised a hand and it stopped midair, and formed a perfect bubble of water before him.

Eddie froze. Did it do that? He must’ve taken on a shocked expression as the bubble immediately fell back into the water and the merman’s face turned apologetic, as if he was sorry for frightening the human.

Something tightened inside Eddie’s chest. The way the merman stopped, just for him, made him feel warm…

“No, no… It’s okay! I just didn’t know you could do that,” Eddie admitted, his face turning a little red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “C-Can you show me again?” Eddie requested shyly. Sure it’s weird and kinda freaky but that doesn't mean I’m not interested. HE HAS FRICKEN SUPER POWERS!

The merman’s expression softened as a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. This time he pulled a larger bubble of water from the bathtub and held it in the air. With his hand sticking out of the water, he moved his bubble towards him and held it over his head. With the flick of his wrist, the bubble fell over his head, soaking his hair, just like the human had requested.

Eddie’s eyes filled with wonder, and a little bit of pleasure as the fish boy finally wet his fucking hair. “Cool…”

After the initial shock of the whole superpowers thing settled, Eddie began washing the merman’s hair. First off he squirted a generous amount of shampoo directly onto the mer’s head, then proceeded to massage it into his curls and spread it to cover all of his hair. As he massaged his scalp, the mer released a little moan, obviously enjoying the scalp massage. (Eddie heart raced at the sound of that)

Then Eddie rinsed the suds from his inky black hair and proceeded to add the conditioner. Instead of massaging it in, he grabbed his thick-toothed comb and combed it through. The task took a while as his hair was fairly knotted.

All of the effort paid off though as once his hair was fully cleaned, Eddie took out the blow dryer. Sure, it spooked the mer at first but once Eddie showed him that it was harmless and only shot out warm air, the merman complied. Though he’s only known Eddie for a couple days now, he’s grown to trust the human, especially considering everything he’s done for him so far. The warm air felt nice on his cold skin, plus he enjoyed how soft hair had become once it was over. He ran his wet fingers through his freshly cleaned locks but was given a light slap from the human, as he claimed, “You’re gonna get your hair wet and gross again.”

The final product left Eddie speechless. The merman’s hair was full of soft curls, they ended just above his neck. The pieces that’d once loosely fell in his face now curled to the side and nicely framed his eyes.

The merman’s cheeks took on a new shade of pink as he noticed the human’s stare.

Eddie smiled at his hard work, but he also smiled because of the way the mer glanced away shyly, as if he was a little embarrassed at the sudden gaze on him. Eddie would’ve thought he was cute, maybe even beautiful, but just as the warmth began to spread in his chest, he pushed the feelings. We’re from two different worlds. The reminder brought him back to reality.

“You look nice,” the compliment brought the merman’s gaze back onto Eddie. He gave the human a small nod, as if to say ‘thank you’.

During the span of a week, Eddie had developed a bit of a schedule on how his days would play out. First he’d go say goodmorning to trashmouth and make sure he’s still alive. Then he’d go make them breakfast, he’s been testing out some new recipes for himself, while the mer still ate fish. Actually Eddie’s noticed now that he’s constantly getting food ready for the merman, he’s started putting more thought into his own meals. Which is a step up from frozen meals and cereal that he was used to. Then they’d eat together in the bathroom. Eddie had taken up sitting on the floor so he could be closer to his trashmouth while they ate. Sometimes the fish boy would shoot him curious glances, staring down at Eddie’s food from where he sat in the tub. So Eddie would put a forkful of whatever he had made out in front of the fish and feed him. Eddie was happy to know he could start branching out in his meal planning. Now that he knew human food wouldn’t upset the fish’s stomach. Most days Eddie tried to give the mer a big breakfast so if Eddie needed to leave for any reason, his guest wouldn’t die of hunger.

As much as Eddie wished he could spend his days beside the tub, uncovering every secret the merman held, he knew if he started acting weird, someone was bound to notice. So he kept in contact with his friends, going over to their houses, inviting them over once the backyard was clean. Sadly he’s had to miss two sleepovers as he doesn't trust the fish to be home alone for that long.

Eddie even moved Goldy’s fish bowl into the bathroom to keep his trashmouth company. Though she’s on the counter, away from the merman’s claws, he seems to enjoy the company. So now when Eddie returns home from a day at Mike’s farm or something, he doesn't seem as lonely.

Over the past week, Eddie grew oddly fond of the merman. Sure, he couldn’t talk, but Eddie did enough of it for the both of them. Most of the time he just complained about random things, other times he’d explain human things like technology and phones, and sometimes he’d bring his comics into the bathroom and read to him (carefully as he did not want to get them wet).

Also, most, if not all of the mer’s injuries had healed pretty well. The only explanation Eddie could come up with to explain the miraculous chain of events was that mermaids had a better healing factor compared to humans. Which was on one hand, good! He seemed happier now that he wasn't in pain. But on the other hand, Eddie knew once he was fully healed, there wouldn’t be a reason to take care of him anymore, which would mean he’d have to… Eddie shook his head, dismissing the thought and returned back to the present, where he was removing the bandages on the mer’s chest.

The one he had yet to take off was the one that sat on the mer’s cheek. He was slightly worried that out of all the injuries, that would be the one not to heal correctly. Leaving a messy, jagged scar on a face that would have otherwise been considered perfect. With as much care as he could muster, he cupped one side of the mer’s face with his hand (he ignored the butterflies that had formed in his stomach) to keep his head steady while the other slowly peeled the bandage off.

He held the bandage in his hand and admired the skin that was now healed. Instead of a nasty scar that Eddie had imagined, all that was left was a simple line that was half the size of the original cut. Eddie thought it made him look even cuter, in a badass type of way.

Eddie realized a moment too soon that he’d been staring longingly at the merman who’s cheek he still cupped with his hand. He was about to move away when the mer quickly reached his hand up towards the back of Eddie’s neck and pulled him down. Before Eddie could even process what was happening, their lips smashed together. For a second he couldn’t believe what was happening. Their lips moved together as if they had kissed dozens of times before. The mer’s tongue moved into Eddie’s mouth, snapping Eddie back into reality. He hastily pushed away, falling back onto the tile floor.

The merman let out a gasp, as if he was gasping for air. His breaths became quick as he held onto the side of the bathtub. “OH THANK GOD! I Don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept that shit up…” He was breathless, but still, he spoke.

Word Count: 7604

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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I want to tell you... (Part 11.)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Part Summary: The storm in your town really reached the strenght of a hurricane, so you’ve decided to spend the night at Nate’s, because your boyfriend left for a business trip. And one glass of wine led to another...

A/N: Nate is my baby and I will protect him until the day I die. This man deserves love and love only. This is the one (1) ray of sunshine you were waiting for, and yeah, he can go all wild and bounce on you like on a rodeo, but... Let this man have some sweet love-making for once, okay?

Warnings: Slow, heart-warming, embracing, fluffy, loving smut.

Word counter: 6 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @peakymarvels, @nemodoren, @flavorishy, @decadentwinnerjudgedream

Series master list: H E R E

Nathan’s car sing-along playlist: H E R E

Nate watched you standing in front of the window, watching the storm unraveling. It was raining, the wind was blowing, thunders were shaking the glass tabs and bolts of lightning were very frequent. This wasn't just some summer storm, this was a full-blown hurricane. Suddenly, he shifted his eyes back to you when you sighed, hugging yourself gently.

"I'll call Mike. I'll let him know that I'll sleep here because I don't want you to drive me home in this kind of weather. And he can't come for me, because he's on that business trip to Seattle." - You smiled at Nathan sadly, having the man nod as he watched you leave to his bedroom, closing the door behind to have some intimacy while you'll be calling your boyfriend. Nathan's heart was racing once again as he slowly realized what you said. You'll be staying over at his place. The girl he likes, the girl he's thinking about for the past month. Finally, he won't be alone inside the apartment. This was his lucky day, such coincidence couldn't be explained any other way.

Why was he so happy about having you spending the night at his place? You had a boyfriend you loved. He had a wife whom he... Loved. This was just to be sure you'll be safe during the storm outside. You could just watch some movies, drink a bit of wine, cook something, he'd let you take the bed, lends you some old clothes to sleep in... And that was it. The end. That was all.

Even though, he could feel his cheeks burning when you walked back into the room, looking at the blue-eyed man you were calling your best friend. - "Mike says hi and thank you for letting me stay the night. The weather in Seattle is bad too, according to what he'd told me. We'll take you and Elena out on some big-ass dinner as soon as she gets back." - You smiled at the man, sitting into the lazy chair again, this time tugging yourself in under a warm, soft blanket.

"Sure, I'll remember that. You know yourself, promises, promises..." - Nate offered you the TV controller, making his way to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. - "What do you want to eat? I can make some pizza, uh..." - Nate mumbled from going through the cupboards, looking at what he had in store. - "Pizza, I don't even wanna know the other options." - You answered immediately, making the man turn his head at you. If there was something he adored the most about you, it was your love for food. Especially for his homemade food. You would eat even something that didn't turn out well with an adoring smile on your face. But over the time Nate was befriending you, it seemed that you're slowly learning how to cook.

"Don't you want to know the other options? Maybe I can bake some lemon pie for you." - "No, you cant." - You answered immediately, having the man looking at you with a confused expression. - "I've already searched through your fridge. Ain't no lemons there, my friend." - A proud answer came from the lazy chair as you sat up more straight, giving him a shit-eating grin. - "First of all, rude. Second of all, crap, you're already learning how to cook. You'll be better than me one day, I tell you that."

"No, I don't think so." - You smiled back, already coming on your place next to him, getting ready to help him. - "No-one ever can cook as good as you cook, Nate. I mean it." - This took Nate's breath away for a second. The man rushed to his bedroom, grabbed one of his old linen shirts, giving it to you.

"I don't want you to end up all messy once were done." - God, did he want to see you all messy? With tomato paste all over your face, laughing and pretending to be angry with him, so he'd make it up to you... Jesus, he needed to stop these thoughts right here. But there was something about seeing you put on his shirt with a small grin on your face, which made him realize how it feels to be alive. Without realizing, you took in Nathan's smell and a smile appeared on your face. His smell was calming you down in some way. Nate was your best friend, in the end, a person you trusted. So it didn't even come across as weird.

As always, cooking with Nathan was super fun - you've been trying to make the typical pizza shape out of the dough just to have Nathan step in, saving the disaster in the progress. When that was done, you spent almost half an hour putting the ingredients in, because both of you liked something different on your pizza. You ended up making one half of it for you and the other one for it - while Nate wanted to have pieces of chicken and broccoli there, you wanted to keep your pizza as simple as possible. Because simple things were usually the best ones.

You've drunk your first glasses of wine while making for the pizza to bake, standing in the kitchen the whole time, chatting while the TV was running with some cowboy movie turned on. Nathan would swear you'd eat the hot pizza as soon as he took it out of the oven. And you'd eat it with the sheet metal as well, no problem for you. But Nathan first let you pick the movie before he served you the pizza, bringing another two glasses of wine. He usually didn't drink as much when he knew it can go perfectly bad, but he was feeling very courageous that night.

And your night went on. You were chatting throughout the romcom, talking about the people in it, reciting the dumb things they were telling each other, playfully playing some of the scenes. But the more you wine you both had inside your veins, the less you concentrated on the movie - you were just talking about stuff. Until you got to Nate and Elena's relationship, which was surely the pinnacle of the whole night.

"You're not very happy, are you?" - A silent question came from your direction. Jesus, you've already drunk three bottles of wine and you should both stop, go to sleep and talk again in the morning. Nathan had this problem with being very open about his emotions when he was drunk and he was really honest about everything inside of his head. Nate quickly scratched the nape of his neck, watching the TV screen for a second. Then he took another sip, sighed, and look at you.

"Is it that noticeable?" - The man smiled sadly, playing with the edge of the glass slowly. - "I mean, I was really happy with her in the begging. She's that kind of a person who makes you smile without even trying to. Elena's funny, beautiful, smart... Oh, boy. But I think this life isn't for her." - Nate leaned his elbow to the back of the couch, watching you all snuggled under the blanket. You listened cautiously to every word Nathan was saying - and even to the things he didn't say out loud.

"How long are things like this? I mean, how long it is since she started disappearing for long job trips?" - You asked curiously, smiling at Nate to encourage him. The man took a while to count it, to reminiscent about things, signing at the end. - "Two years now? I think?" - At that number, you rose your eyebrows and took a deep breath in. If Mike would be ignoring you like that, you'd broken up with him a long time ago. Sure, he was traveling around the USA because of his work, just like at the moment, but it always a week at the maximum. And he called you every day at least twice. But Nate... He was just too alone.

You liked that guy. Normally, you wouldn't say he's handsome because you were respecting the politeness of a friendship, but damn, these baby blue eyes were a turn for you. He seemed to be innocent, sweet, and caring... You most probably hadn't yet a guy like him - he was caring a lot, which could be felt in every look, but he wasn't annoying you with the care. Also, there weren't many guys who would care as much as he did. Mike cared about you a lot, but he still knew that you're just a human being and you need some space - but Nathan's care was special in some way. He did it in such a way you barely noticed him watching over every breath you took. And when you were getting a bit fed up with it, all it took was one of his sweet smiled and you forgave him immediately...

And he was handsome physically. Like, this guy may be goofy and clumsy, but these arms, a well-built chest and the perfect ass he had... Nathan Drake was hot when he didn't know about it. Especially when he quickly licked his lips when he thought about an answer. Or when he was cutting the vegetables. Normally, you wouldn't even acknowledge the things this openly, but you were drunk. And Nathan was all alone, broken and he wasn't loved in such a long time. Like... Sure, he and Elena probably had some hot moments whenever she got back. But for a reason, you felt that it was more of a physical necessity than an act of love. And you were in love with him. Not like romantic love, as far as you could say, but you cared about the guy a lot.

Whenever Nate was around, you felt better about yourself. The world seemed to be a better place. You liked when you just jammed to the songs in the car when he took you out to the market in the countryside, you loved to cook with him and no matter how ashamed you pretended to be when he danced, there was always a happy smile on your face when you watched him. And you knew, more or less, that you made him feel something similar. You were making him occupied ever since you became friends, the man wasn't that much alone throughout his days. Sure, he had his older brother, Sam, with friends Charlie, Sully, and Chloe, but now, he had even you.

Did you want to do it? Yeah, you wanted to do it real bad. Was it right to do it? No, it was wrong in so many points. Did you realize how much it can fuck the things up? You did, but you were ready for it. At least you thought so. So, slowly, you got up and put the glass on the table. Then you sat down in front of Nate, taking in a deep breath.

"I know that you know... That I have a boyfriend I do love a lot, right?" - You looked Nate in the eyes, feeling your heart already picking up a faster rhythm. Unconsciously, you were playing with the hem of the shirt Nate had landed you, your cheeks were slowly catching on fire. Nathan furrowed for a second there before nodding. Gently, you pulled the glass out of his hand, looking away from him. - "And I know you love Elena a lot. I can feel it, but..." - A whisper left your lips as you pulled the ring down from his left hand, putting it on the table. - "Let's just forget about for that for a moment, right?" - You asked, finally staring into his eyes.

Nathan didn't know what you were trying to do, but he was enjoying the feeling of your fingers gently playing with his hand, so he nodded to hear what you had to say. - "This would come one way or another. And I just want you to spend the night with someone who cares for you very, very much, 'kay?" - Another whisper filled Nathan's ears and this time, it took him a while to process all of the information coming out of you. You were talking... Oh, God. You were talking about what he thought you were talking about? Or did he misread the situation? Nate could feel the sweat on your fingers and insecurity in your voice. You were both drunk and this was just one great mistake you were about to make. But you didn't want Nate to find a woman who wouldn't even care for him. This guy didn't deserve a nightstand with a bitch.

Probably, over time, he would get more and more frustrated with the situation he was in. He'd search for another form of a physical release, even if he was one of the sweetest guys you've met. And you didn't want to see him falling for some random girl just because he liked her ass, that would ruin him even more. No. There were some feelings inside of you and some feelings inside of him. And if he should do something like that, you thought it would be easier for him to do it with someone he already put his trust into.

"'kay." - Nathan whispered after a short while, watching you just sitting there, looking into his eyes. As soon as you scoped over so one of your legs was hooked over his waist, he understood he read the situation just like you wanted him to read it. It was exciting to feel the warmth of another person's body, let alone the gentle caress you were giving his forearm, traveling up to his shoulder. - "You're beautiful, Nate. You know that?" - A tender whisper left your lips before you kissed his collarbone through the t-shirt he was wearing, putting your second palm on his chest, feeling his heart beating heavily under it. All this man needed was to be loved, even if it was just for one night. It was so much easier to let the feelings take control over you when you were drunk.

There was a gentle sigh coming from Nate when he slowly put his palm on your thigh, smoothing it until he reached your waist. This guy was gentle with you, almost afraid you'll back up if he touches you in a wrong way. - "No, you're beautiful." - The man smiled down on you, feeling your lips traveling all over his neck as you kissed your way to his jaw, putting your hand on the nape of his neck. - "And I wanted to tell you ever since you've come to the restaurant." - Nate licked his lips, watching your eyes flickering between his lips end eyes, just asking for permission. So the man took the situation to his hands, quite literally, cupping both your cheeks before he leaned for a slow, gentle, and almost shy kiss. Your eyes shuttered just when you felt his lips touching yours as you fully emerged into the kiss. It was the perfect first kiss when none of you pushed the buttons and just tested out the waters. And it felt good even though you were doing something very wrong at the moment.

Just when Nate didn't think it could get better than this, you caught his waist and pulled yourself so close you were almost sitting on his lap, starting to deepen the kiss. First, you were just trying to find the rhythm, until you both just gave in to the natural flow. You pulled hand under his t-shirt almost lazily, gently smoothing a trail from the first hair on his chest down to his ribs, belly, lingering on the gentle hairline marking the start of his pelvis. You smiled into the sloppy kiss as you felt him gulp needily.

"Why don't we turn the TV and get more comfortable back there?" - Your eyes flashed in the direction of Nate's bedroom. The man was lost inside your eyes and a shy smile. Jesus, he could feel his belly muscles tensing just because your fingertips were lingering there. He didn't want to let you go for a single second, but it was probably a good idea - you'll have the whole eternity to discover each other in there, plus you both could get real comfy.

"Sure, yea." - Nate breathed out immediately, standing up hastily and turning off the TV, almost knocking the bottle of wine over. This was so Nate you had to chuckle. When he caught at least some breath, he turned back to you, offering you his hand. And you slipped your palm into his with a smile, letting the mean lead you into the bedroom. It was a bit cold back there and the drops of rains were slowly slipping down on the windows, giving the place somehow a gentle, intimate atmosphere. For all you cared at the moment, the electricity could go off in the whole city and you would barely notice.

Normally, you'd hop on his lap, but there was something about this slow making out with Nate. Especially when you knew he's enjoying it. So you laid down first, smiling at him. The first thing he did was that he hooked his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off hastily. - "Hold on a minute, just like that." - You whispered, taking in the sight of the man as a whole. Jesus, at the moment you were barely realizing he's way more in shape than you always thought. He had small scars all over his torso, his pelvis was coming out, appearing so sharp it would cut your tongue if you'd lick it. And damn... You knew a lot of men shaved their hair on their torso and the small trail leading down into their pants, but it was looking really good on your best friend. - "Wanna help with that, miss?" - Nate chuckled charmingly after a minute of you staring at him being just shirtless. His finger was pointing at his shirt and your t-shirt under it, but you shook your head.

"I think I can do it with my clothes on." - You teased the man a bit, keeping your straight face on. It seemingly surprised him, - "Sure, gimme a hand, cowboy. It's kinda expected from you." - A content laugh came out of you when you saw Nate's eyes roll at your dumb joke. He was still smiling when he leaned his knee between your legs, gently tugging the shirt closer to his eyes. And with every button he undid, there was a kiss implanted on the place it was covering up. First, the man kissed the small place between your collarbone, traveling down to kiss the sweet spots between your breasts, not leaving even the spot on your rubs and lower belly. When the shirt was unbuttoned, you threw it away, watching Nathan kissing the same spots again, but peeling the t-shirt off of you this time. All you did was that you laid down, gently entwining your fingers with his hair.

"You're more gorgeous than what I imagined you'd be." - Nate murmured once even the t-shirt was slipped down, thrown on the ground. At that, you giggled, cupping his cheek to pull him for another kiss. - "You did what?" - You whispered to his lips, pressing his upper body on yours to feel the warmth of another person. - "Don't mind me, I talk nonsense when I have a beautiful woman in my arms." - Nate chuckled back, having you giggle at the remark. Jesus, you liked him so much it almost didn't feel wrong. It felt natural, it felt like something you should do a long time ago.

"I'll just ignore the fact it sounded like you're jacking off thinking about me, yea?" - A teasing grin broke on your lips as you both stopped with the kisses for a moment just to appreciate the other's presence. It felt good. Too good for you liking. - "But it would like... Give you bonus points, because I find it hot." - You smiled, biting Nate's lower lip as he hovered above you. The man kissed you quickly before pulling off again, his hand traveling on your naked waist, slowly exploring the territory of your belly and ribs.

"Can I take it back? Just to say I did jack off while thinking about you? You know, I would use these bonus points in case you'd like to lower my rating in other... Stuff." - How could a guy be as funny as Nate during something erotic and used this advantage to turn you on even more? You pretended to think about it for a while too, smoothing his naked shoulder in the meantime. - "Don't get ahead of yourself, Nate, I'm yet to decide." - And with another 'kay, Nathan put both his elbows down, gently pushing your thigh apart to push his pelvis against yours as he rocked himself against you. That guy was rock hard and you barely do something. It only confirmed your theory about him being touch starved and alone. To support the natural flow, you hooked your ankles on his ass loosely and gently pushed your pelvis against his when he rocked against you again. And again.

"You're something for real, you know that?" - Nate leaned into his palms to look at you from some height, his pelvis was still emulating the movements of a slow love-making. You slowly bent your head back, traveling with both your hands from his shoulders to his chest, assuring him that he's doing everything just right with a low moan. That made Nate groan, pushing himself faster than before. - "I've been told that here and there, Drake." - You chuckled, smiling at the man. He seemed to be mesmerized with you just as you were mesmerized with him. With a gentle smile, he kissed your throat, slowly taking your leg down from his back so he could freely roam around your body with his lips. He gave each place he could reach at least a hundred kisses before he stopped just above the hem of your jeans, looking you in the eyes.

"Would you mind or should I do it?" - Nathan asked, already feeling his mouth watering at the realization of what does he want to do at the moment. If you were willing to give him this one sinful night, he wanted to at least go in fully so he wouldn't regret not doing something. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as you smiled lazily. - "Suit yourself." - And dear God did Nathan suit himself well. You furrowed a bit when the man first unhooked the button on your jeans but moved to the socks afterward, taking them off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" - You laughed when he moved back to your jeans. Nathan was looking you in the face the whole time as his fingers got under your clothes, taking both articles down at once. The man licked his lips again, pulling it down with one quick tug. Oh, he had some strength in these arms, didn't he?

"There are no socks allowed... In my... Bed." - Nathan explained between his moves, trying to get the damn jeans off of your ankle. But to your amusement, they seemed to be stuck there.

"And what if I do have smelly feet, or if you do have smelly feet?" - You wondered with a soft giggle, leaning in to help the man undress you before he'd manage to break your ankle or whole leg. With that, Nathan smiled, leaning down for a kiss before telling you. - "Then you'll have to get over my smelly feet, there's no other way around it." - You'd swear that for a moment, you just got lost in the kiss and the way his touches were feeling. This man was so slow and gentle, Jesus Christ. You did have some demons in your head, thinking about if he can go rough with you. But this was about him. About what he needed and felt. There was no way in hell you'd interrupt him with your kinky fucking.

What you did, however, was that you circled your arm around his neck, pulling him down to embrace his upper body. The man left out a giggle, just because no reason, slowly leading his palm next to your thigh, directly between your legs. It was driving Nathan crazy... The warmth radiating out of you, your smell, the passion... So many things he hadn't feel in such a long time.

It was easy to give in without thinking, especially when he heard you whispering his name into the kiss when his palm gently discovered the gentle valley between your legs. Crap, you were already wet without Nate even having to eat you out. But he was dying to do it.

If he could, he'd spent the whole time with kissing you, praising you in a way you deserved to be praised. Because you were a fucking goddess in his eyes. Quite hastily, be made his way between your thighs, holding them apart firmly. Crap, you've been even wetter and more beautiful up close. The man couldn't but left an awed sigh before smoothing these outer lips gently, looking at you watching him. His eyes were glowing in the darkness around, his smile made you think of a boy in a toy store.

"Ready for the ride if your life, baby?" - Nathan smirked daringly, gently biting your upper thigh. He knew he can't leave a single mark on you, but God, he wished to. Mike would've murdered him if he'd find out, yet it wasn't enough to make Nate behave. The man had to use every small piece of his willpower remaining inside to keep himself from marking you at least on one spot.

"Someone's confident." - Nathan heard just before he pushed his head inside, closing his eyes as the first drops hit the tip of his tongue.

You honestly didn't know what to expect from Nate, but this? It could be felt that he's perfectly aware of every move he made, listening to your reactions. There was a few missteps here and there when he did something you didn't exactly vibe with it, so he rolled his tongue in a way that soothed you again.

You understood that a relationship fallout can be caused by many things, but you were sure as hell that sex wasn't one of them. Elena was fucking lucky to have someone as skilled as Nate at home. Back in the day, before you met Mike at one party, you've met a few jerks that didn't have a single idea about what to do once they dived down to the deep sea, but this sure as hell wasn't uncharted territory for Nathan. He put a mix of emotions into the act - showing that he cares without being that weird dude who nuzzles with a pussy, passion through using some rougher moves without hurting you or making you feel uncomfortable. And that was quite a rare combination.

Lord, you weren't even ready for the moment when Nate started sucking gently, slipping not one, but two fingers inside of you. Until that moment, you were playing with his hair - but when you felt the passion struck you, your hips buckled and your palms tugged his scalp, pushing him even more inside. Suddenly, the man looked at you, his jaw and lips glistening with the remnants of you, still fingering you in a sloppy, lazy tempo.

"Do you want me to go harder, baby? I mean, I was just toying around." - Nate asked in the most innocent tone ever, staring at you with the baby blue eyes. He was what? Just toying around? You were already heated up and started to get sweaty... And he was just toying around. Jesus, that man was something.

"Just make me fucking cum and I don't care about what you're planning on doing, 'kay cowboy?" - You asked. With that, Nathan smiled and hummed something that bore a similarity to 'your wish is my command, pretty lady' before he bore his face within you once again. Oh crap, he was just toying around, because ever since that moment, his fingers started straightaway drilling you. His lips and tongue were still really gentle while playing with the small bud, but the pressure added could be felt significantly. You sat up to have a better view of the man working, slowly smoothing his hair from side to side. - "Jesus fucking Christ, oh my Lord, Nathan, you're so fucking good at this." - Praises were always a way to go for Nate. He loved to praise and to be praised.

This man didn't look like the type, but he was capable of remarkable dirty talk when the girl sucked him off when the mood was right and if she was into that. He also could be the sweetest guy you'd ever find yourself in bed with. So praises? These made him hum in response, which vibrated throughout your whole being, making you squirm with the sudden pleasure. - "Just like that, just like- Oh. Oh. OhmymotherfuckingjesuschistNathan!" - You cried as the climax showed suddenly, pushing your back into the mattress. You could feel his lips leaving the sweet spot and just seconds after that, he brushed it with his thumb to prolong the orgasm for a little longer. - "That's right, ride it out on my hand, baby, that's it." - The man chuckled to your ear, printing a sweet kiss on your cheek. As the last wave washed over you, you were already holding Nathan's shoulder, having the man grinning at you from ear to ear.

"Will I need the bonus points?" - Nate asked sweetly, sucking the remnants of the orgasm from his fingers, waiting for you to regain any will to talk. With your eyes closed, you just shook your head. - "I told you it's going to be the ride of your life." - His voice reminded you mockingly. His palm was smoothing your waist and no matter how calm he tried to appear as, he was sure that if you wouldn't let him make love to you, his dick would most probably just explode. But he'd be fine if you'd tell him that that would be too much. Nathan wasn't the guy to push anyone into things they didn't want to do, except when on a treasure hunt.

"Yea? You don't have anything else to show me?" - A smirk appeared on your face, making Nate realize that you're still inside of that body too.

"Oh, I do have things for you, don't you worry." - Nate chuckled, kissing your cheek before pulling to the side of the bed, searching for the pack of condoms he and Elena always had there for emergencies. Just when he was about to rip the aluminum, you furrowed at him. - "What are you doing?" - A giggle came out of your lips as you took your bra down, revealing the hard nipples under it.

"As Sully always says, 'Nate, don't be silly and wrap your willy'." - Nathan recited in an overly dramatic voice, furrowing as he tried to imitate his best pal. This man was something else, talking about this stuff in his bed.

"First of all, I don't want to think about Sully, thank you. and second of all, I don't require you to wear a condom. I do trust you with not having some kind of an std. Do you have some?" - You asked. Nathan was dreaming because this situation was just unreal. The girl he was simping for the last few weeks was completely naked, just eaten out by him, telling him it's okay if he doesn't want to use a condom. This was either dream or he died and stumbled into Eden accidentally. - "You with me cowboy?" - A simple tug on his jeans made him go back to reality, making him realize he's already slowly slipping his pants off. - "Lemme help you, hm?" - Your fingers took the condom out of Nate's palm, throwing it on the ground as you kissed him, feeling his erection bump into your stomach accidentally. At that moment, you spat on your fingers before kissing Nathan again, slowly stroking him in the process.

Well, you've been expecting something... But his tool wasn't bad. If anything, it felt just made for your hand, which made you smile again. And veins were just something that turned you on once again.

"Hey." - Nate whispered when you made him lay down slowly, making you smile back. - "Hello there."

It was a long time since Nathan felt like a high schooler having his first time with the girl he adores, but it was back within him again and the feeling was simply refreshing. Nathan couldn't hide the feelings of getting a hold on him after he entered the front door for the first time. You would normally sure felt good around his cock, but the emotions he had for you were making the experience much more real. So he put his head in the crook of your neck, slowly and gently rocking against you to make you relax before knocking you off.

"Everything good out there?" - You asked when Nathan still kinda fought the urge to lose himself in that moment. When he heard your voice, he made himself kiss your shoulder while entwining his palms with yours, putting them above your head while making playful movements with his pelvis, making you moan lightly.

"Never better." - Nate stole another kiss, meaning both words he just said. With Mike, you've had that honeymoon phase of sweet sex behind you. You knew what the other one wanted and needed and went straight for the top, but this made you realized how much you missed the slow, passionate love-making. His body felt warm just like his look on your face, Nate's kisses were sweet and often interrupted by his muffled groans or your moans. Sure, you were steadily fastening up, but it felt natural and still filled with feelings. When Nate was just searching for his release, his movements became more desperate, soon moving the bed enough to bang its head into the wall behind. It was divine. Nathan wasn't doing anything new down there, and it still felt exciting. Especially when the man was looking like an embodiment of Adonis.

Like the needy girl you were, Nate could soon feel your fingers brushing your sweet spot hastily, while your other arm smoother the nape of his neck, gently tugging the small hair on his neck. As Nathan felt himself coming to the final stop, he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. His fingers were circled the head of the bed, each of the movements was not slippy and desperate. And soon after, you felt his whole body tensing up with the last trusts, his lips were mumbling your name again and again. And then, the known warmth filled you from the inside as you came again, feeling Nathan doing the same. The sloppy kissed were so sweet it made you smile as you watched Nate climbing off you, slowly diving under the blanket.

You were both somehow sticky, sweaty, and feeling weird, but you couldn't care less as Nate put his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. - "You know, you need someone who'll treat you right. It would be better for you than some fucking asshole. You're amazing, you need someone to take care of you, to love you and treat you with respect, like a gentleman... Someone like... Me." - Nathan mumbled, encouraged by everything that happened, his head was still lost in the post-sex bliss and the alcohol which was wearing off. He didn't expect you to answer, but you did as you smoothed his shoulder and his forearm which was hugging your waist.

"I know, Nate. I know." - You kissed his forehead, before laying down. Both of you fell asleep really quickly, knowing that the remorse will come by the very next morning. But until that, you were both safe, in the arms of each other.

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loove-persevering · 5 years ago

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She’s Trying (Steve Harrington One Shot)

Description: Hawkins seems to have this eery sense of sadness ever since the events of Star court mall being destroyed. Steve and everyone seemed like they would never be happy again, and Y/N was not going to let that happen.

(I got this idea from a Marvel fic I read forever ago, so this is not my original idea but I love it and wanted to write it for stranger things! Credits to the owner of the marvel fic that inspired this!)

Ever since you were little the one thing you were good at was making people happy, you were for sure a people pleaser if you had to put a label on yourself. It seemed like anytime someone was down you would drop anything just to make them happy or to cheer them up, which in the end is a good quality to have. Lately it seemed like everyone was down and you would be damned if you let them stay like that.

Steve had been down after the events for obvious reasons, he was one stressed about finding a new job after the mall had been destroyed and everyone there had lost their jobs. Of course him and Robin did eventually score a job at the arcade but Matty sure as heck was still was pretty tough on him believe it or not. Then the party just seemed to constantly mope around, they were missing Will and El and it just didn’t seem the same even to you. Max was still torn up about her brother Billy, even though he wasn’t the best person he was still her family in a twisted kind of way.

You wanted to go out and do something it seemed like almost everyone in the town was afraid of going out after all the events, it scared you a little too but you knew you couldn’t spend the rest of your life hiding in fear.

‘’Let’s go out tonight?’’ You say to Steve. You had stayed with him last night and were cuddled into his chest and he had his eyes closed his arm wrapped around your shoulder, he was still awake you could tell. ‘’Steve?’’ You call out.

He scrunches his face up, ‘’Not tonight,’’ He says.

You watch his face as it begins to relax again, ‘’Come on, we haven’t been out in months let’s go do something!’’ You say pushing yourself up on your elbows looking down at him. ‘’Please!’’ You say sweetly.

‘‘Y/N,’‘ He groans.

‘‘Steve,’‘ You say back mimicking him. ‘’Come on we can go get everyone else and go see a movie or-’’ You begin to say but he cuts you off.

‘‘Go see a movie where Y/N? The mall is gone.’‘ He snaps at you.

Okay maybe suggesting a movie wasn’t the best idea you think to yourself. You fall back into bed and let out a deep breath thinking of what you could possibly do. ‘’I have an idea!’’ You burst out to him after a few minutes of thinking, ‘’We can get the projector that my mom has in the basement and set up a sheet-’’ You begin to say but Steve cuts you off.

‘‘Y/N, just stop.’‘ He groans reaching his hands up covering his face.

‘‘Why?’‘ You ask feeling a little offended but also pissed that he was acting like this, you only wanted to make him feel better.

‘‘Because nobody wants to go out Y/N, it’s stupid.’‘ He says rolling out of bed. You sit up clutching the bed sheets against your body now that he was gone you were cold, ‘‘I mean just leave it already.’‘ He sighs walking to his closet putting a pair of pants over his boxers.

‘‘Steve?’‘ You call out hearing the voice laced in your voice. ‘’I just wanted to-’’ You continue but once again he cuts you off.

‘‘You want to what Y/N? People aren’t ready! Forcing everyone to go out and do some stupid shit isn’t going to help anyone.’‘ He says viscously. You felt the tears begin to form in your eyes as he spoke to you, all you wanted to do was help him and the others. You knew it wouldn’t be easy acting as if nothing ever happened and that wasn’t what you wanted to do. You wanted everyone to say despite all the bad shit that’s happened over the past couple months you could go out and still have at least one good night.

You get out of bed peeling of Steve’s shirt he lended you the night before and look around for yours. Once you find it you quickly put it on and then find your shoes sitting on the floor and begin tying them as you and Steve got ready in silence. As you get ready you realize how much of an ass Steve was being, he wasn’t even giving you the chance to talk or anything. ‘’I was doing it to help you asshole,’’ You tell him and he looks back at you wide eyed once you finally speak, he rolls his eyes right after. ‘’I’m going to do it whether you come or not the kids will love it.’’

‘‘You’re so naive Y/N, you don’t know shit about how this has affected people,’‘ Steve says.

‘’I don’t know?’’ You ask him and he nods as if it was obvious. ‘’You’re right Steve I’m naive and shit, but I’d rather be that then a stubborn ass!’’ You yell at him. You walk to the door opening it, ‘’I thought you had changed, but I guess not.’’ You tell him and then move into the hallway slamming the door shut. You hurry down the stairs and walk out the back door, you look up at the window of Steve’s room and just see his shadow moving around the room not even attempting to come after you. You sigh turning around and swiftly make your way to where you knew everyone would be, the Wheeler’s.

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You knock on the door standing outside the Wheeler’s house waiting for them to answer. You knew it would take a minute seeing as the basement was their hangout place. Eventually Mike answers the door, ‘’Hi!’’ You greet him giving him a smile. He seemed to have this permanent grimace on his face after El left, you hadn’t seen him smile in what felt like months.

‘‘Hey Y/N,’‘ He says. He opens the door a little wider allowing you in and you follow him to the basement. Everyone was downstairs Dustin, Lucas, and Max who was cuddled into Lucas’s side. ‘‘Y/N’s here!’‘ Mike calls out as you walk down the stairs.

You hear a mutter of hello’s and then you make your way over to the couch sitting on the edge of it. They all looked bored, ‘’So,’’ You say getting excited to tell them your idea. ‘’I was thinking tonight we could set up a spot and I can get my mom’s projector and we can turn on that new movie The Goonies!’’ You offer to them.

They all look to each other and sigh, ‘’Not today Y/N.’’ They sigh.

‘‘Come on! You guys don’t need to sit in the basement and mope all night!’‘ You tell them truthfully. ‘‘It won’t be too cold tonight and I’ll set it all up you guys can just come and have a goodnight,’‘ You tell them.

They all sit silent not saying anything, ‘’It does sound fun,’’ Dustin points out.

Mike shrugs and you look to Max, ‘’Max?’’ You ask and she just smiles at you awkwardly.

‘’Okay it’s settled I’ll set it up and you guys can meet me at my house and I’ll set it up outside!’’ You say getting up feeling a rush to get it all set up perfectly. ‘’I’ll see you guys at eight!’’ You say hearing their groans and you run up the stairs.

A few hours later you had successfully managed to sneak out your moms super 8 and stole a sheet from the dryer setting it up against the brick wall as successfully as you could. You bought some bean bags using all your savings from babysitting so everyone would be comfortable, it was almost eight and you were excited. Even though Steve still hadn’t talked to you all day you were excited to spend some time with the kids and get their minds off everything.

A few minutes before eight you see Dustin pull up on his bike, ‘’Hey!’’ He says excitedly laying his bike on the ground.

‘’Hi!’’ You pause, ‘’Where’s everyone else?’’ You ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders, ‘’We all went home for dinner, I thought they were coming,’’ He says.

‘‘Oh! We can wait a bit then,’‘ You tell him giving him a smile. You walk him over to where you had set up, you bought some snacks and had them laid in the bean bags and then you had the projector set up and ready to go.

‘‘This looks awesome,’‘ Dustin says sitting down in the chair.

‘‘Thanks!’‘ You say excitedly, you peer over your shoulder when you see lights once again but it was only your neighbor pulling in the driveway. You felt a slight disappointment hoping they would only just be a few more minutes.

To your disappointment minutes turned into an hour, you sat in the bean bag your hand supporting your head as you leaned your arm against your knee. You look over to Dustin who had eaten about three of the eight candy bars you had bought for everyone. You sigh loudly realizing nobody was going to come, ‘’Nobody’s coming,’’ You say letting out a laugh of disbelief.

‘’Come on let’s just wait a few more minutes,’’ Dustin says.

‘‘It’s been an hour Dustin,’‘ You point out to him.

‘‘Oh,’‘ He says getting quiet.

‘‘I think we should just call it a night,’‘ You say the disappointment evident in your voice. You walk over to the Super 8 picking it up, Dustin gets up looking at you wide eyed. You had never felt like more of a failure than right now, all you wanted was to go to sleep and forget about it all.

‘‘Y/N!’‘ Dustin calls out to you as you walk toward the front of your house.

You furrow your eyebrows feeling the tears in your eyes, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You tell him. ‘’Just go home Dustin,’’ You sigh looking back at him his mouth agape as he watched you enter your house.

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STEVE’S POV

Dustin had called everyone into what he said was a very important meeting and if anyone missed it he implied some kind of dangerous threat to our lives. I had to drive past Y/N’s house to get to Dustin’s and I tried to see if her car was there but it wasn’t so she must already be at Mikes. I drive down the road and finally see Mike’s house where Dustin had called the meeting at, I still think it’s weird how these kids call meeting at a house that isn’t their own.

When I pull up to the house I notice that Y/N’s car isn’t there, I get out thinking maybe she just had somethings to do before hand and make my way to the door. When Mike answers he has an unamused look on his face ‘’Dustin isn’t here yet,’’ He says.

I nod my head and he allows me in and we make our way down to the basement. We waited for about fifteen minutes until he finally showed up out of breath I might add. ‘’Okay you shit heads really have done it.’’ He says.

We all look at each other confused, ‘’What are you even talking about?’’ Lucas says sounding annoyed.

‘‘Y/N,’‘ He says and I felt myself freeze. Dustin looks over at me and then to everyone else. ‘‘She went out of her way to set up a movie for everyone last night and I was the only one that showed up.’‘ He says. I felt my hear drop thinking at how disappointed she must’ve been, we had already fought so I knew she must’ve even been more upset to only have Dustin show up.

‘‘None of you went?’‘ I ask them looking around and they all nod their head no. ‘’Shit,’’ I mutter to myself.

‘‘Yeah shit,’‘ Dustin says with attitude. ‘‘I get it all the stuff that’s happened in the past few months has sucked but Y/N is only trying to help.’’ He says. ‘’And we couldn’t get over ourselves one night to go and just have fun?’’ He asks. I look around the room noticing the guilty expression on everyones face. ‘’And you!’’ Dustin says pointing at me.

I look up at him shocked, what was he calling me out for? ‘’What?’’ I ask him.

‘‘You’re her boyfriend! Where the hell were you?’‘ He asks. I stare at him in shock at what he said. He was right, where the hell was I? I turned away my girlfriend in such a douche way I might add just because she was trying to make me stop being sad? Damn, I was a shitty boyfriend. Dustin rolls his eyes as I stay silent, ‘’I have never seen Y/N that sad ever in my life.’’ Dustin says and I felt the guilt almost eating me alive at that point. ‘’So we are going to make it up to her,’’ Dustin says.

‘’And do what?’’ Mike asks. ‘’It’s raining,’’ He points out.

‘‘Then we can set up at Steve’s house, right Steve?’‘ Dustin asks. I nod my head wanting nothing more than to make it up to Y/N. Everyone just sat looking at Dustin with blank stares. ‘‘Everyone in?’‘ He asks. I look around watching as everyone agreed and then Dustin begins comprising a game plan.

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READER’s POV

You sat in your room a magazine perched up against your leg, you had gone to work earlier today and then came home to an empty house. You decided that the best way to pass your time would be to read one of your mom’s magazines at least until she got home and you finally had someone to talk to. You hear a knock at your door and you look over at the clock on your night stand unsure of who it could be, you put the magazine down on your bed and then get up running down the hall to the front door. They ring the doorbell about five more times between then, ‘’I’m coming!’’ You yell starting to become annoyed by the sound.

When you answer you were surprised to see your boyfriend Steve standing at the door looking a little sad his hands behind his back, ‘’Y/N,’’ He sighs in relief.

‘‘Harrington,’‘ You say crossing your arms over your chest. You only called Steve by his last name when you were mad at him. ‘‘Can I help you?’‘ You pause letting out a little laugh, ‘‘Oh wait no! I can’t! You won’t let me,’‘ You say sarcasm lacing your voice.

He sighs and walks a little bit closer to you pulling his hand out from behind his back holding out your favorite bouquet of flowers. You had to force yourself from smiling, expecting hopefully an amazing apology. You keep your face stone cold not the slightest bit of a smile on your face as he stared at you with wide eyes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a dick,’’ He says. ‘’You’re amazing and wonderful and I like really don’t even deserve you.’’ He pauses. ‘’You’re beautiful, honestly you’re totally out of my league and you always seem to put me first I still don’t know why.’’ He rambles on. ‘’But you do so much for everyone and you just make me a better guy and again I’m sorry I was a dick to you-’’ He continues and you couldn’t help but smile after that.

‘‘Steve,’‘ You laugh cutting him off.

‘‘And you’re just like this amazing person and I’m so so sorry I’ve been treating you like shit these past couple months, you deserve so much better and-’‘ He still continues to ramble on. You realize the only way you were going to be able to shut him up was to kiss him. You walk forward closing the gap between your body’s pushing yourself on your tip toes and press your lips to him finally getting him to stop talking.

You were about to pull away when Steve puts his hand behind your neck holding you in place longer and you seemingly melt into his kiss. He wraps his other arm around your waist pulling your body closer to his if possible, ‘’I love you,’’ He says finally pulling away putting his forehead against yours looking down into your eyes.

‘‘And I love you Steve Harrington,’‘ You say leaning up kissing him again.

After a few seconds of once again getting too caught up in the kiss you pull away laughing, you reach up wiping the lips gloss you were wearing from Steve’s lips. He smiles as he pulls his head back from yours as you tried to wipe it off, ‘’No, no! Come on!’’ He says and you look at him confused. ‘’Go and get yourself ready I’m taking you somewhere!’’ He says.

You look at him confused and he just puts his hands on your shoulder turning you around and walking you to your room guiding you, you start to walk into your room and then felt a hand smack your butt. ‘’Steve!’’ You yell out to him and he smiles at you innocently.

‘‘Sorry,’‘ He says sheepishly. ‘‘Get ready! Dress comfortable.’’ He tells you and you nod. You hurry changing into one of his sweatshirts and a pair of black leggings your mom had just bought you. You couldn’t stop your smile thinking of where he was going to take you, once you were ready you walk out and Steve smiles at you leaning down to kiss you again longingly.

He walks you to his car opening the door allowing you in and then makes his way to the drivers side of the car. ‘’Okay, ready?’’ He asks. You nod your head excited and he puts the car in gear taking off down the road. The entire car ride Steve had his hand in yours rubbing his thumb over your hand soothingly, it made your heart melt. You glance over at him giving him a smile and he looks at you admiringly as you glance back out the window. Eventually you pull up to the Steve’s house.

‘’What are we doing here?’’ You ask him.

He just smiles at you and gets out of the car jogging across the front and opening the door for you. You get out and walk up to the front of his house and he opens the door as you walk in behind him. He grabs your hand and guides you down to the basement, once you finally make it down the stairs you realize Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max were all here too.

‘’We’re sorry,’’ Max starts off.

‘‘We know you were just trying to help,’‘ Lucas adds in.

‘‘And we’re really sorry we didn’t show up yesterday.’‘ Mike says. ‘‘So we kind of tried to recreate what we could according to what Dustin told us.’‘

You look over to Dustin and he was smiling at you widely and you look to Steve who was looking down at you already a grin across his face as well. ‘’Thank you guys,’’ You say to them not being able to hold back a smile.

An hour later everything was in motion, you had the movie playing and all the snacks scattered across the room as everyone was intrigued in the movie. They all seemed to be having a good time and that made you feel even more happy than you already were. You look up at Steve who was completely into the movie and after a second he looks down at you and laughs, ‘’What?’’ He asks.

You shake your head popping another piece of candy in your mouth, ‘’Nothing--’’ You pause, ‘’I just love you,’’ You tell him and he smiles. You sink back down further into his chest as his arm wraps around you tightly and you watch the movie finally having one new good memory since all the chaos.

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evans-maxed-out · 5 years ago

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How A Heart Breaks-Samcedes Chatzy (flashback November 2019)

Who: Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray. Mentions of Mike Chang

Where:Sam and Mike’s practice

When: End of November 2019

Notes: Mercedes and Sam end up in a heated discussion that turns to more carnal affairs, while Quinn’s presence is a continued source of heartache for Mercedes..

Mercedes checked herself in the mirror before exiting the car. She hated that Rachel bamboozled her into volunteering for the food drive. Any other time she would have been ecstatic to lend a helping hand but now given the circumstances she wanted to be anywhere but here. After that night with Quinn she couldn’t bear sleeping in the same bed every night next to Sam knowing he was moving on. Six months they had been separated only really talking when it came to Sammie. This was something Mercedes implemented because it seemed that whenever they would be in one another capacity it led to arguing then sex. Albeit mind numbing sex but this viscous cycle has to stop. She made her way inside praying to all the heavens she would avoid Sam but fate was a wicked bitch. There he was with her. A very pregnant her. “You got this Mercedes, you’re strong and plenty capable of managing this.” She said to herself hoping this light zoomed by.

Sam: He was tired- tired of not being able to sleep without Mercedes in his bed, tired of the arguments that seemed to go around in circles every time he tried to talk to her about anything other than Sammie, tired of watching his wife slip through his fingers. “Are you OK, Sam?” Quinn asked him, coming into his office. “ Isn’t Mercedes supposed to be here for the food drive?” Sam looked up numbly at her and nodded. “ Yeah, she is...Rachel managed to talk her into helping out. I know she’d rather have walked through hot coals than be here otherwise.” Quinn moved around his desk, mindful of her prominent baby bump and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re going through this...Have you managed to talk to her about the separation?” He shook his head, his hand banging down on the table in frustration. “ I’m struggling Quinn... I don’t know how to reach her and I’m just so tired..I love her and nothing I say makes a damn difference- I don’t understand why she wanted this separation!” He stood up suddenly, running his hand through his hair. “Oh Sam..” Quinn sniffed, raising her arms to hug him close. “I’m so sorry...”

Mercedes wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She watched as Sam and Quinn looked as is they were having a very intimate conversation. They way they seemed to interact and move with one another showed her that they were closer than she originally thought. When Quinn hugged him she wanted to cross over to where they were and say something but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Hey Mercedes, thanks for coming.” Rachel’s voice startled her out of her of delusion. “Hey Rach. You owe me big time.” “I know it was hard for you to come here but the kids we will be helping are super grateful.” Rachel peeked over to where her bestie’s line of sight was focused on and could see Sam in his office with Quinn. She knew her friend was hurting after that phone call she got six months ago. She just never figured Sam would stoop so low to openly flaunt his mistress in front of his wife. “Don’t do this to yourself Mercedes.” She advised Mercedes wrapping a supportive hand in hers. “How could I have been such a fool Rachel? Just when I was starting to believe in my marriage it falls apart.”

Sam: He was grateful for the hug that Quinn gave him, but it felt empty and he knew it was because the one person he longed to hold in his arms, was so far out of his reach it damn near broke his heart. "I just..I need her to give me a chance..I'll do anything she wants, just for a chance.." he whispered into her hair. He broke away slowly, still holding her gently. "What about you and Mike?" he asked her gently. "Things are..hard. He wants to be in the baby's life..he says he loves me..but Kitty's threatened him with taking Missy away...She keeps calling me, texting me..saying I'm a slut and my baby's a bastard..I know I shouldn't have gotten involved with him again..I knew he was married but I just couldn't help it..I love him, Sam.." she told him tearfully. "Hey..hey..you're not a slut. Or a homewrecker or anything else that bitch says..Yes, he was married but only because she trapped him the first year in college by poking holes in the condoms they were using. He never loved her. He loves you..trust me..He'll make it right," he reassured her, cupping her face. "Oh!" Quinn exclaimed, before beaming a watery smile at him. "The baby's kicking!" Automatically she grabbed his hand, and placed it on her belly where strong kicks were being aimed by the unborn child inside. "Uh.Quinn..that's great..really..but you need to do this with Mike.." he said, pulling his hand away, slightly awkward. " Go see him, he'll definitely want to feel it."

Mercedes tried her best to look away but she couldn’t. Even with Rachel behind her back telling her to move on and do something to distract her she couldn’t. “Rachel, that’s nice and all but right now I just can’t.” She was seeing red when she watched as Sam caressed Quinn’s belly and it was like her feet moved on their own. She stalked intensely towards Sam’s office Rachel’s pleas falling on death ears. She didn’t even knock just pushed the door the rest of the way open. “Excuse me, if you could pry yourself away from my husband for a moment I’d like to speak to him in private.” Before Quinn could speak she was not so politely shoving the girl out the office and closing the door on her. “Look Sam, about picking Sammie up from school today. Don’t worry about it. Obviously you have other priorities to tend to.” She said turning on her heels to leave.

Sam: "What the hell?" he asked her, as Quinn unobtrusively melted away from the room. "Other priorities? The fuck I have other priorities.." He grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him. "You seriously can’t be thinking..Dammit, Mercedes, look at me! You can't just blow me the hell off like this! I've been walking on eggshells for MONTHS, and now what? You're telling me my kid isn't a priority with me?"

Mercedes: tried to ignore the sparks she felt when he grabbed her arm. “It doesn’t matter what I think. We are separated and my priorities don’t concern worries about what you do. Sammie is my priorities and that’s all that matters.” She knew those words probably stung a bit but she didn’t care. He apparently didn’t care enough to be cautious around her so oh well. “I can do whatever I want. I’m a grown ass woman Sam. You obviously are too busy dealing with things here so I got Sammie.”

Sam: It was like lighting touch paper-his temper suddenly soared, exploding red hot as his lips crashed down on hers. "The fuck you're doing this to me," he growled, one hand already grasping the hem of her shirt. "You're a fucking cocktease, Mercedes...You talk about being separated, but it takes me just touching you to have you begging...And you know what? The hell I'm letting you go right now.." He wrenched her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side, uncaring of whoever might enter his office. His mouth took hers again, tongue demanding and unforgiving as his fingers tweaked her nipples roughly through the material of her bra. “I don't care if this is all we'll ever have..All I care about is being deep inside you,' he growled before biting down roughly on the soft skin of her neck, determined to leave his mark there for all to see. His fingers rucked her skirt up about her waist as his knee slid in between her thighs. One hand traced the outline of the lace panties she wore, before his fingers bunched the material tightly, ripping it away in one savage motion. "You knew what would happen the minute you set foot inside this office, don't pretend you didn't," he accused her roughly as he ran his thumb over her clit lightly. "You knew that there would be no way you'd leave this office without being thoroughly fucked and my come deep inside you.." On the word, two fingers slid into her sweetly wet warmth, thumb still strumming lazily over her swollen clit...

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Mercedes: rested her head on Sam’s shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. This was becoming a wicked pattern they were following. A heated argument leading to even more heated carnal sex. This had to stop. There had to be a way out. She knew despite it all nothing more could come of this because he had whatever it was going on with Quinn. Yet all she wanted was to be here in this moment with Sam. She kissed him gently as she felt him tap her bottom so she could move. She stood letting him up and watched as he disappeared on the bathroom. Maybe they could work things out. Maybe they ended up like this for a reason and instead of fighting it she needed to be more open to accepting that whatever this pull was wasn’t going away. She reached down grabbing her underwear and decided to pick up Sam’s clothes as well. When she picked up his coat she heard something drop to the floor with a thud. She ignored it getting dressed first then noticed the small velvet box that laid before her feet. Immediately her mind thought the worst as she bent to pick it up. Can’t be. She thought to herself as her hands trembled around the item. She slowly opened it and gasped at the beautiful ring inside. He was going to propose. Everything she thought had been true. She heard her finishing up in the bathroom and quickly placed the box back in his coat and left his office running.

#How A Heart Breaks #ATCTHGB #Samcedes #Samcedes RP

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drummerqueenrmt · 6 years ago

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It’s a hard life (Roger Taylor x reader) - Part 5

Summary: you talk with Mike, he talks with the boys and you sleep with him again.

Warnings: a little bit of swearing and lot of fluff as always.

Notes: as usual thanks for reading it! You don’t know how much it means to me. Please tell me is something is wrong written, you know and let me know what you think! Love you all 💛

“Look, Mike… I know I shouldn’t-”

“I’m only going to tell you one thing” That I’m out, obviously… “You are not allow to have sex in this bus”

“W-what?” That wasn’t what you were expecting.

“[y/n], I don’t care if you two want to have fun together because I want you to enjoy this tour but…”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to send me back home?”

“What? No! Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know…”

“There isn’t any rule that says that you can’t have… you know… “business” with the guys”

“Business?” You laugh. “Ok”

“You understand me. You are doing an excellent job here, although being late sometimes, and I like you. So, as long as you keep working hard you can do whatever you want with your spare time, alright?”

“Alright” You smiled at him. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Wouldn't be Roger jealous?” He smiled back. “Come here”

You hugged him tightly. “I really thought you were going to be mad at me”

“Oh, c’mon! A little bit of fun is always great, but remember… no sex here”

“Yes, yes” You winked at him.

“Now, I’m going to see if we are ready to go” And he left while you sat on the sofa thinking about everything that just happened.

He didn’t take long to return and seconds after you were on the road again. He was driving, you were trying to sleep without success. Luckily, you would arrive to the next destination in just a couple of hours and you hopped you could sleep better without the movement.

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“I’ve talked with her about last night”

“Really? That’s great! What did she said?”

“What are you talking about, darlings?”

The four boys were laying on sofas of the bus but without planning on sleeping till they arrive to the hotel.

“You’d know if last night you wouldn’t have ended up sleeping drunk in the village church”

“Don’t remind me that, please”

“Oh, c’mon, Brian, you have to recognize that we had fun”

“Sure, Fred. Specially this morning when the priest has made us confess our sins before let us leave”

John and Roger were laughing at this point. “I would have love to see that”

“Me too, Deacy. Me too…”

“Shut up, you idiots”

“You shouldn't insult us now that you are just confessed”

“Rog… I hate you”

“God teaches us not to hate people, Brian”

“If you two don’t shut up now I’m going to punch you”

“Wow, physical violence is a big sin” Roger added still laughing.

“You… you… bah” He covered his face with his arms.

“C’mon, stop it, let’s talk about your night! What happened?” Fred’s gossip side was very curious about it.

“Roger will tell you, he remembers perfectly”

“I hate you” He sat on the sofa to look at Freddie’s face directly. “The short version is that I was very drunk”

“Very, very drunk” John added.

“Yes… And the thing is that I told [y/n] that I like her”

“Oh, darling, that’s fantastic! I knew you liked her since you told us that she was going to come to play Scrabble with us, that shine in your eyes wasn’t normal”

“Yes… I guess it was obvious for all of you” He blushed a little bit.

“And what did she told you?” Brian spoke without removing his arms from his face.

“That we should talk about it when I was sober”

“And…”

He took a deep breath. “And I went to see her before because my hands are a mess again and…” He did a dramatic pause.

“Oh Rog, c’mon!” Brian was now looking at him impatiently as the rest of the group.

“She likes me too” He smiled like a fool at the memory.

“Yes! I told you!” John gave him a pat on the back.

“Congrats, honey. Now try not to screw it up”

“Yes… about that… I’m scared” He now look like if he was a little child.

“Hey…” Brian stretched out an arm so he touch her leg. “We aren’t going to allow that happen”

“Exactly, love! If you really like her we are going to be there by your side to make things work, ok?”

“And what if I get drunk and…?”

“We take care of you” John added.

“And maybe if she is the right one you won’t even think about it, Rog. Just give you a chance”

“Brian is right, it’s normal to feel scared at first when you are in love” Fred pointed out.

“Maybe you are right… God, love is a shit!”

“Tell that to her” John said making everybody laugh.

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“[y/n]?”

Damn… Now that I had fall asleep…

“What?” You shouted angrily.

“It’s me… Roger. I’ve talked with Mike and I know everything is fine. Can I come in?”

Oh… Fuck… Is him.

You stood as fast as you could and opened the door.

“Hi Rog” You smiled at him. “Sorry for the shout… I had just falling asleep and-”

“I don’t want you to sleep here” You didn’t say anything because of the shock of his words and he thought you didn’t like the idea so much and started panicking. “I mean… if you don’t mind I want you to sleep in my room because you are going to be more comfortable and-”

“Hey, hey…” You took his face gently. “There’s no need to get this nervous” He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you. “You already invited me a few days ago, don’t you remember?”

“Did I?”

“Yes” You laughed. “The first time we met”

“Wow, I was fast!” Both of you were laughing now. “I remember you didn’t answer”

“I thought you weren’t talking seriously but, apparently, you were”

“So…”

“So… what?” You teased.

“You are mean to me, you know?”

“I just like teasing people, so get used to it”

“I think I can do that” He passed an arm around your waist and pulled you as closer to him as possible. “Would you like to sleep with me tonight, beautiful lady? With or without sex, that’s up to you” He winked at you and you felt your legs weak.

“You’re definitely too fast, Roger Taylor”

He laughed. “I’m just joking”

“Oh… what a pity…”

“What?” He was looking at you both shocked and with curiosity.

“I’m joking” You winked back to him.

He smiled again. “I see this is going to be very difficult”

“I never said it was going to be easy”

“Me neither. In fact, I only know that we apparently like each other but we haven’t talk about what we are going to do about it… I think we should talk things properly”

“Are you really Roger Taylor?” You started moving his head like if you were looking at him in detail. “You don’t seem the guy the papers say you are”

“Stop!” He take your wrists laughing and held your hands sweetly. “To be honest… I don’t know quite well who I am right now, a girl I’ve just met is making me feel weird”

“Weird? That’s very romantic, Roger”

“Shut up…”

You were there, in the door of the bus, holding hands and laughing like children. He suddenly took you face with one of his hands and started caressing your cheek. “How can you be this beautiful?

“Rog…” You were blushing more that you wish.

And he finally did it. He leaned forward his head and connected your lips while still moving his thumb against your cheek. It was the sweetest thing possible and you felt like touching the heavens.

“I wanted to do this so badly” He managed to said before kissing you again. “I like you so much, [y/n]... I never felt this way before…”

He was going to kiss you again but you stopped him, you wanted him to know that you were feeling the same.

“Rog, I-”

“Shhhh… You don’t have to say anything”

“But I want to! Roger, this is like a dream for me”

“Are you sure is not a nightmare?”

You both laughed.

“I am serious, I-”

“Hey… let’s talk about it tomorrow, ok? It’s late and we both need to rest. Let’s go to my bed, love.”

“Alright” You gave him a little kiss and follow him with a smile draw in your face.

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“Are you going to sleep in your working clothes?”

Shit… You didn’t notice that you weren’t wearing a proper pajama till that moment.

“I fell asleep like this and somebody distracted me and I didn’t realize”

“You can sleep naked, you know. It’s not a problem for me” He winked at you.

“Or you can lend me one of your t-shirts” You winked back.

“I prefer the first option but…” He threw you one.

“Don’t look”

“Really?”

“Nah, I don’t really care” You laughed.

“Well I prefer not to because I know myself and I couldn’t resist making love to you”

“I wouldn’t say no…” Now that you had the opportunity you weren’t going to miss it.

“Wow… I didn’t expect that… Anyway, I have in mind something more romantic for our first time”

“What? Really? I’ve finished by the way, you can turn around”

“Yes, I- Jesus… You look so hot with my t-shirt…”

Your face turned red as wine. “Thanks”

He needed a minute or so to talk again. “Come here!” You lay on his bed and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. “You know you are going to kill me, right?”

“Rog?”

“Mmmm?”

“What do you have in mind for us?”

“You’ll see, don’t be impatient”

“I’m not impatient… just… curious”

“Yes, I’m really the impatient ” You both laughed.

“Good night, Rog” You took his hand and kissed it.

“Good night, love” He placed a little kiss in the back of your neck and you both fell asleep immediately, happier than ever.

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retvenkos · 6 years ago

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“so what if we’re wild, we only live once.”

requested

BUCKLE IN FAM, BECAUSE THE NEWSIES IN HIGH SCHOOL FOR A MODERN AU WOULD OBVIOUSLY INCLUDE…

(also, keep in mind that this is based off of my experience in the american school system, any classes are ones that are offered at my own school.)

Bill

so he’s obviously head of the journalism staff

and he definitely is a part of yearbook too

and what is he interested in most??

chemistry

no one really understands why, but they don’t question it as long as he helps them with homework

and bill is 10/10 that guy who always has his homework done and let’s you borrow it

his worst class is by far history

he’s in choir and plays the piano for like, every song

he actually has a really nice set of pipes (he’s a tenor, too)

he’s terrible with dates

Darcy

so darcy is on yearbook because he can take the most stunning photos

and he is also a part of journalism, and his niche is critiquing

plays?? restaurants?? sports??

and yes, he goes to sporting events

and yes, romeo gives him a wink everytime he sees him at the baseball games

it’s a ship to end all ships

he isn’t quite sure what he wants to do in the future

i forgot to mention - these are headcanons for when each one is a senior in high school, i’m not working out ages in relation to each other. find someone more motivated for that

but he does know he wants to go to a really nice college

he’s definitely on chess club, and he’s a member of key club too

Katherine

journalism, guys. and she’s not into heavy creative writing, more like articles and interviews and such

president of debate

and her style game is strong - she, bill, and darcy are the three best dressed. facts.

she makes such pretty notes

and she slays in argument writing

english is obviously her favorite class, but a close second is her research class

and she actually sucks at cooking - she took culinary arts as a sophomore and set off the fire alarm twice

she has a free period in her schedule where she goes to the library and slaves over math

it doesn’t come easy to her

definitely has an old-school planner that is always full

Sarah

okay, i don’t know much about sarah - full disclosure, but i’ll try

so first of all, this girl is really put together

she has her schedule mapped out two months in advance, she remembers everyone’s birthday, and she already knows the vacation days during the year

she has library aide for one of her periods and knows every adult in the building by first name

she also happens to be an aide when kath has her free period and she is either the embodiment of the heart eye emoji or trying to help katherine with math

she loves psychology and already has plans to study it

she is in key club with darcy and also just volunteers a whole lot

her favorite is visiting and helping out animal shelters

she goes there so much that they finally just give her a job there

she doodles a lot on the side of her notes - it keeps her from falling asleep in science

the master of the messy top knot

Davey

okay, this boy does not know when to stop

he is taking all of the advanced classes he possibly can, and he’s stressing over them way too much

jack makes him like, 10 cups of stress relief tea daily

there’s also a running bet that the whole school is in on about whether he or kath will be valedictorian

specs says that davey will do it if he doesn’t have a heart attack before final exams

race says he’ll be so busy he’ll forget to even show up to graduation

also, while we’re at it, we need to talk about this boy’s notes. they are the hardest thing to decipher in this world, but if you can read his chicken scratch then you have a goldmine of helpful ways to study

he loves mnemonics with a burning passion and uses them at every chance he can get

his favorite class is chinese or math

and he’s definitely a part of future business leaders of america, mesa, and book club

Les

yes, this is for when les is a senior

he’s obviously not in the same year as the rest of the gang, but les as an 18 year old is gold

okay, first of all… heartthrob who genuinely doesn’t know it

he’s not actually officially part of any club, but he’s always staying after school afterward to like, float into the different club meetings

but he’s definitely an sbo - probably vice president or activities

he’s a part of band and definitely plays the saxophone

you know that means he starts off every class period by playing careless whisper

the teachers all really love him

he actually gets pretty good grades

and he is way overly competitive in review games, especially ones in history

he will wreck you

always goes off campus at lunch and walks into his next period a couple minutes late with a shake

Jack

did someone say art?????

jack does literally every form of it, and he does them all so well

davey seethes at this, but loves it when jack helps in in ceramics

he’s also really supportive of younger artists who are still perfecting their art, so he’s obviously the head of the art club

and he’s the paint master for drama club and all of their productions

he frequently falls asleep in english class

he’s also the president of latinos in action - chosen unanimously even though he wasn’t going for the position

y’all can fite me on latino! jack kelly

also, his signature style is a blue sweatshirt, and all of his clothes have paint on them

he’s also that kid who never has a pencil on him, and never returns the ones he is given just because he always forgets

Crutchie

so i don’t know where the headcanon about crutchie being on the swim team originated, but it is dear to my heart and lives on in this post

he is the nice™ jock

also, he wants to go into the medical field for sure

he had medical terminology as last class of the day and it makes his day 10 times more bright

he uses highlighters so much (but only the yellow ones)

also, crutchie is lowkey a style icon???

all of his teachers love him

he’s that kid that always raises his hand in a group discussion, and it’s one of two things: a lame pun that gets more groans than laughs, or a really insightful bit of knowledge

there is no in-between

definitely volunteers with sarah at the animal shelters and is a part of french club, even though he’s only ever gone to like, two meetings

Albert

albert wrestles, no one can convince me otherwise

but he’s also on dance co.

we love a well rounded boy - especially when he’ll pull up if you question his life choices

he is soooo salty, and he has no filter. Even in front of teachers.

anyone in his history class can attest to this - especially when they are going through america’s messy past

literally does not care about the majority of his classes

but he maintains a good gpa so he can be on the wrestling team

also, he failed his driving test twice, and when he got his license it didn’t make a difference since no one would trust him with a car anymore

but he’s actually really good in his business and marketing class

he frequently helps in the little store that the business class runs during lunch and stuff because he’s really good with money and change

Race

a part of dance company

and he hates the early morning practices with a passion but will just chug energy drinks to get through it

this boy doesn’t sleep… unless it’s in english

the most surprising thing about him is that he’s really good at math??

and he doesn’t even try - he’ll be talking all class period and then finish the homework in class in like, 10 minutes flat

it’s the same thing with physics

but it’s not like you can ask him for help, because he doesn’t really listen to the professor or follow their methods and steps

like i said earlier, race just doesn’t care

or so you think, but his shirt is always matching the color of his shoes and headphones, but then his hair is literal mess and he wears like, he only owns like, two different pairs of joggers

he’s honestly such a mystery

Buttons

okay, so buttons kills it at fashion, which is why he aces his fashion design class

he’s head costumer for all of the drama departments musicals and plays

he’s also really into art history, and he gets inspiration from art all the time

he’s definitely a part of key club and is a part of national honors society although he’s only ever gone to a couple meetings for both

he gets pretty decent grades in everything but physics, but he definitely tries to study for all of his classes

he goes stag to every school dance and deliberately tries to get his ships together for a song

coffee??? he only ever drinks it black

it’s how he stops romeo from taking his

he’s also a dork who color codes his notes because they help him study better

but he has no idea how to take notes for math class, so he kinda just does example problems and then is confused on how it ever did it in the first place

Elmer

so this is one musically talented boy

he plays the guitar, trumpet, and drums

it’s also an inside joke with him and jojo that they both play the castanets

but he’s definitely a part of any band the school offers - as well as pit for the musical

he’s a really chill, laid-back student that gets their work done and just hangs out

he is very nice and definitely a teacher aid for one of the english teachers

and he’s also a part of the poetry club

it’s to improve his songwriting as well as give him a place to destress

He’s definitely the guy who will always lend you his notes if you missed a day, but he’s also not that great at taking notes because his mind is always on something else

he’s also an attendance office aide for one of his periods

Henry

he took ballroom as a joke with mike, and he really ended up liking it

but he’s not a part of dance co. because their style is totally different from ballroom

He also has a lot of energy, so he’s that kid that’s always bouncing his leg up and down and making the desk behind him shake

but no one ever asks for him to stop because he has the biggest smile that you just can’t shut down??

he knows this, though, and he definitely uses it on teachers to get extensions on his work, and he does, like 80% of the time

his worst class is probably english because he can’t just sit down and read for long periods of time

but during the shakespeare unit he kills it because he’s always first to volunteer to read or do a part

his handwriting is very messy and he uses so many abbreviations not even davey knows what they’re saying

always races to be first in the lunch line

always one of the first people to be in class

Hot Shot

he has auto shop as his first class of the day and absolutely loves it

but he’s also that kid that hangs out with his friends in the middle of the hallway, bottlenecking the whole thing during passing time

thinks he’s the cool™ kid

wears leather jackets exclusively

he hates any core class

but secretly really likes his humanities class

he’s taking italian with spot and the poor teacher just can’t handle these two together

he’s also secretly good at basketball

the coach found out somehow and asks him every year to be on the team

but hot shot would rather die than be on a school team

Ike

has a youtube channel where he mostly posts prank videos especially those that involve the school

he ran for sbo and was elected as treasury, even though mike is the one who went to all of the meetings for like, two months straight

he is the epitome of a class clown, but it’s always in good fun

he always is wearing a black t-shirt under his sbo sweater

and since he’s an sbo he has to go to all the sports game to support and stuff and he cheers the absolute loudest

he does gymnastics with mike after school every day and at every sbo meeting he brings up how it needs to be a part of the sports at school

he never takes notes but can retain everything

his worst class is anything science related

but he’s secretly really good a history

A proud member of spanish club

Mike

mike is definitely the more artsy twin

he takes drawing and ceramics but can’t paint for the life of him

he’s a part of the art club with jack and is basically second in command there

he does gymnastics with ike after school and is on dance co.

he struggles with math and science but gets by okay

has a free period for first where he could be sleeping in or studying but instead he goes to auto shop to talk to hot shot

he definitely has a crush. hot shot won’t admit it, but he loves mike being there.

he usually wears bright colors with his dance co. jacket

doesn’t really like coffee, but he always has a coke on him - it’s his one weakness

is also a part of spanish club

Kenny

okay, so i know, like, nothing about kenny, so i’m just going with my gut based off of his photo

film is his passion and he wants to be a director one day

is 10/10 that kid in your photography class that spends 90% of the time making stop-motion videos

he’s very nice and is always lending jack pencils even though he knows he’ll never get them back

also, there’s a running gag that he and darcy are the same person, ike runs conspiracy theory videos on his youtube channel

his two favorite classes are film (duh) and theatre

he’s a part of the ensemble of every musical the school puts on

he’s even directed a show a couple of times for the spotlight showcase

he is like that background kind of kid that is a part of the big groups and is totally included but just doesn’t have a huge role in the big stuff

he hates having to write essays because he says it’s sucking the creativity out of writing

also likes psychology

JoJo

co-captain of the soccer team

also a madrigal with bill and specs (he’s a baritone)

always tries out for the school musicals, and he usually gets a main part

he takes quite a few advanced classes and it is not rare to find him passed out on one of the other newsies’ couch

he manages to keep a good gpa with his schedule

his favorite class besides madrigals is probably latinos in action, which he has the same period as jack

while he doesn’t play any instruments himself you can always find him hanging out in the band room at lunch

he is absolutely terrible in math but is taking college math now so he can get it done with and never have to do again for as long as he lives

his aspirations are pretty much all over the place at the moment, but he smiles through the uncertainty

“i feel like it’s fine”

Romeo

on the baseball team

a shameless flirt, especially with darcy

did someone say president of the asian american club??

he’s also a part of drama club because he has a passion for theatre

he can’t when it comes to math, though

so instead of getting frustrated he just writes notes in the calculators for people to find

he’ll also fall asleep in that class

he’s definitely a partner in crime with ike and frequently is a guest on his youtube channel

studying??? who’s she???

really good at debate, though. katherine keeps telling him he should join the club but he says his skills are beyond that of a club

Finch

on the track team and one of the fastest runners

it’s a good outlet for all of his energy

he takes notes in all of his classes since he learned all the strategies from avid, but he never looks back at them

surprisingly gets really good test scores, though

you know he takes wildlife biology and he memorizes like, every type of bird call

he can even mimic some of them - it’s how he wakes romeo up in math.

he also goes out every day for lunch, and his next period is english which he has with like, all of the boys, so he’s always throwing fries across the room for henry or mush to catch in their mouths

he beats his own school records every year so he’s like, constantly the athlete of the month

definitely goes to all of the different sports games and cheers very loud

carries a huge water bottle that he fills up during french class to get out of presentations

Kid Blink

first of all, this kid does not do any kind of sport because his depth perception rivals that of mine

which means it s u c k s

however, he kills it at math and physics is his one true love

If you need a study partner for either, he’s your guy. just know that he explains nothing and goes pretty fast. keep up and you can do math with him.

he lowkey hates history because it’s about a whole bunch of dead people who were problematic

he’s a part of mesa

he takes american sign language and it’s one of his favorite classes

he and smalls are constantly having conversations from across the room

a lot of the time it’s about the teacher, and one time they were caught by their chemistry teacher who knew asl

they got detention for like, a week because of it

Mush

here comes the heartthrob!!!!

very handsome, and his strong suit is engineering. which always shocks people.

which means he’s definitely a part of mesa and the engineering and technology club

he’s definitely the person to go to if you need help in physics. he explains things really well

the only bad part about it is that he also goes off on tangents when he’s explaining and you can get confused if you listen too long

he’s actually kind of a style icon, his hair is probably the best out of everyone

he always has headphones in, but one earbud is out so he can hear the teacher and whatnot

he cannot act for the life of him

but he has a good-natured laugh that makes up for the cringe

he also cannot dance

Smalls

okay, so smalls is a part of the asian american club, key club, and poetry club

even though he cannot write to save his life, they let him come because he’s uber supportive

there’s also a joke that he and spot are a part of the short™ club

lowkey, smalls started this joke because he finds it hilarious when spot gets upset

he actually takes interior design and it’s his favorite class

he’s really good with color

he also takes woodworking and makes the guys stuff for it

davey has a bookshelf and jack has a desk

takes asl with kid blink and loves it

is the kid who always has to stand up to take notes because seating charts always put him in the back, despite his height

Sniper

okay, so sniper is a cheerleader but don’t let that fool you - she’s also on the wrestling team and will take you down

albert is like her older brother and helps her with her business class

she regrets having taken it, but she needed another cte credit and thought it would be safer than welding

she has a criminal law class that she loves with all of her heart

she writes in all capitals

she’s also that kid that writes all of her essays handwritten to spite her english teacher which, on the first day of school, complain about her writing in all caps

she’s good with history and has it with albert and it’s her personal goal to get him to laugh at her comments in that class

studying??? sounds studious. and not a part of her aesthetic.

has an attendance office aide period where she mostly does the homework for her next class period

is that kid that always almost swears in class debates

Specs

first, our boy is president for madrigals (he’s a low bass)

then he’s a proud part of the book club

his thing is psychology, and he goes in hard, he and sarah sit next to each other and talk in hushed whispers about all the cool stuff they learn

he takes very neat notes

but only has to look at them two or three times before he’s ready to take a test

is always an ensemble member in the school musicals

he is also a library aide and constantly smells like old books

very organized

his locker always has everything you could possibly need - a jacket, hat, bag of trail mix, water, etc.

the mom friend™

Spot

first of all, he’s that kid who always sits in the same seat. if you’re sitting in his seat, you’re dead. don’t @ him.

he hates science with a burning passion and is so glad he finished all of his credits for it in junior year

is actually a bit of a history buff

but he never participates in class, just writes really good essays and aces every test

and speaking of writing

he’s actually really into creative writing

who did you think started the writing club???

but he’s no less tough

he always wears a leather jacket, a red shirt, cuffs the bottom of his jeans, and has his pen tucked behind his ear

he doesn’t really take notes, and he only writes in pen

Tommy Boy

captain of dance company

is having none of race’s idiocy at practices either

but he’s actually really funny and nice, all the teachers love him

can’t write a summary in english for the life of him but will write a 10 page essay on why dance company is a part of the performing arts and deserves just as much recognition as theatre, choir, and band

only ever eats out of the vending machines for lunch

is a part of french club

really likes culinary arts because his one weakness is sugar

can’t do any form of art other than dance

but he doesn’t need to - he’s that good

notes??? what are those???

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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shewantedtobeasecretgirl · 6 years ago

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8. Tell me lies a.k.a. the personal assistant, Occam’s razor and one more pool game (Part One)

Disclaimer for @meowhoney: in this chapter Judy takes off her glasses but this is different. Dramaturgy reasons. It’s an art thing.

“I don’t know… Sometimes she tends to hide or deny things for no reason… and Effie is the only one who’s able to get her to spit them out but only because she keeps pushing her until she gets so annoyed that she rather starts talking just to shut her up.”

“But seriously… she’s having a date with Jeff tonight and I can’t see the faintest hint of excitement on her. If she’s interested in him, I don’t know why she plays cool…”

“I don’t know… this team is so small, maybe she doesn’t want us to gossip about them. Which she didn’t succeed, by the way, since that’s exactly what we’re doing right now… But she might not be interested in him, we can’t skip that option either.”

“But if that’s the case, why did she say yes to him? That wouldn’t make any sense…” I can’t stop speculating about the possible reasons of Judy’s neutral behavior while we’re walking to the hotel room of Karrie and her. She hasn’t even mentioned the date yet, I only know about it because Jeff told Eddie he had asked her out and Eddie told it to me of course. Karrie is right, this team is too small for privacy but rooting for your friends so that they find their happiness is maybe not a sin. And if you have to help them a bit too, that doesn’t make you a shit stirrer… “She hasn’t even asked what to wear or what Jeff might like… wait…that’s it.” I snap my fingers as I think I’ve got the perfect idea to solve this mystery.

“What is what?”

“If she doesn’t want to come up with it, we’re going to do it for her.”

“I don’t understand why you’re using plural form. I’m not going to intrude, I know her, the more you force it the more she pulls back.”

“That’s why we’re going to do it in a tricky way. Just listen and play along.” I knock the door and enter to her “Come in!”. She’s lying on her bed and slams the notebook quickly she was writing in like we caught her committing something forbidden. I know it isn’t the notebook she uses to make notes during soundchecks but I’ve never asked her about it, it’s her territory, it must be something very personal to her. I still don’t see any signs of preparation on her, which makes me more curious. What the hell can be more important than a date with Jeff? I settle down next to Karrie on her bed and begin to thumb through the magazine I grabbed from the nightstand.

“Uhm, Judy, do you think we’re the same size?”

“As for what?”

“Shirts… I wear six.”

“I wear four but it depends on the cut, a few of my shirts are six, why?”

“I just realized I need something more… formal, I mean for this evening and I wonder if you could lend me something. I mean if you don’t need it tonight. My plain tees don’t really suit the occasion…” Actually I brought a black top with lace decoration for emergency cases but she doesn’t have to know about that.

“Nope… I have only my tees and jumpers. And jeans and shorts but you said you wanted something prettier… Wait, tonight? Oh Jesus…” she freezes and exhales so heavily that I swear I can feel the breeze on my skin. “Shit, shit, SHIT! I thought it was street art so it wouldn’t be a black tie event, I thought the opening ceremony won’t be ceremonial but I’m such a moron, why wouldn’t it be, it’s in its name… But you should have reminded me! Karrie, what are you going to wear? Beth, should we ask Jeff if they let us in like this? Or… what time is it? We can still go buying something if…” she squeaks and flails frantically. Us??? What? Oh, no. No, that can’t be. Jeff Ament, what the fuck have you done if she didn’t even realize you asked her out?

“Shut up finally!” I shout over her and my volume surprises her enough to suddenly fall silent. “Do you want to say it or...?” I glance at Karrie and I don’t even have to finish the sentence as she answers with her “she’s-my-relative-she-knows-awkward-stories-about-me-so-don’t-ask-me-to-rile-her-up” face so I have no choice but giving in.

“Judy… the thing is we’re not going to the exhibition…” I explain slowly but she cuts me off immediately.

“What? Will I be the only girl there? Geez, I hope Mike and Scully won’t get fucked up with the free beer, although if Stone performs his usual smartass routines we’ll have been thrown out by the time beverages start being served so… Anyway, why can’t you come?”

“I’m having a meeting with the main editor of a magazine in a restaurant in a few hours, I try to sell them a few of my articles I wrote recently.”

“And I try to relax and sleep like a log at least for ten hours.” Karrie adds.

“What? You want to sleep? And what if you slept only eight hours and provided me with some spiritual support in the male-dominated company? Please?” she complains pretentiously. Karrie signals with a little nod that I’m also in charge of completing the coup de grace.

“You don’t have to worry about gender ratios or about Mike, Scully and Stone since they won’t be there either. And neither will be Eddie, Dave, Eric, Brett and Smitty.”

“But…why?” I can’t decide if she’s really so clueless or she just hopes I have any other explanation than what I’m about to say.

“Because dates were invented only for two participants.” I point out.

“But… it’s not a date.” she insists.

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.” she repeats in parrot mode.

“Yes, it is and before you try to convince me about the opposite one more time I’d gently remind you of the fact that my boyfriend is his soul mate so I can confirm based on first-hand information that you’ve got a date with Jeff Ament.”

“But I can’t go out with him!” she blurts out helplessly.

“Yes, you can and you also have to, you accepted his invitation.” Karrie remarks rigorously.

“But I can’t! I barely know him, I can’t go on a date with him…” she mutters. If this goes on like this I’ll lose my patience in minutes, I must admit Stone was a bit right as for the nun attitude.

“Judy, the purpose of dates is to get to know the other person better.” Karrie tries to calm her down with limited success although her breathing started slowing down to the normal pace.

“I know but… I’ve only gone on dates with guys I had known for a while… But I met him less than two weeks ago. What should I talk about whit him?”

“Jesus, talk about anything… just like you’ve done it until now.” I roll my eyes.

“But… but I only said yes because I thought everybody was coming…”

“Are you hundred percent sure? If you had known he was asking you out, would you have said no?”

“I… I don’t know, I…”

Finally, I’ve got you.

“Ha! That doesn’t sound like an explicit “no” to me, does that, Karrie?” I nudge her.

“I have to agree with Beth.” she shrugs smiling apologetically.

“Jeff is a very nice guy and hundreds of girls would kill even for meeting him and you would miss this opportunity?” It’s time for a little emotional terror which I don’t really like to use but sometimes the end justifies the means…

“But what if he tries to… I don’t know what to do if he wants to… shit…” she tugs a strand nervously from her face behind her ear and jumps up from the bed to start pacing pack and forth in the room. I’m gonna kill this woman, I swear.

“For God’s sake, Judy, don’t act as if it was your first date!!! You know well the signals a woman can send to reach or prevent things…”

“Of course it’s not my first date but I never was that black belt eyelash battler and hair flipper. And I’ve never been asked out by a rock musician who acts like an animal on stage…”

“…and yet who isn’t a sexually crazed predator, so problem solved. He won’t eat you for dinner.” I clap my hands to close this neverending hesitation session.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s totally unlikely to happen either…” Karrie remarks grinning and pulls away from the pillow I try to hit her with. If she doesn’t help much to convince her, the least she could do is not to ruin everything with a silly joke; Judy isn’t really receptive to any forms of humor right now.

“Okay, I’m not willing to go on with this pointless discussion. You have a date tonight, you’ve already said yes, you have no choice apart from deciding whether you want to spend the remaining time with preparing for the evening or marching in the room panicking like a pigeon on coke, it’s up to you. But I’m gone and please forget me unless you want make-up tips or fashion advice.” I declare as moderate as I can before I walk to the door and leave the room still shaking my head.

***

“Come in, Effie, we’ve just finished the meeting.” I shout out seeing she’s peeking at the doorjamb in front of my office.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother you… oh, hello, Mr. Curtis.” she greets Kelly since entering the room she glances him sitting at my desk too.

“Ms. Camden…” he reciprocates her words with a little nod. “Krisha mentioned you brought some interesting stuffs to us. I’m very curious but unfortunately I have a few phone calls to make so I can’t watch them immediately but please feel free to show your works to Krisha. I have complete trust in her; take everything she says just as if I said it. See you later, Ms. Camden.” he apologizes before he leaves us alone together.

“Ah, finally… we were discussing the financial status of the firm with our accountant the whole day, it bored me to death… So this is like the best part of the day, show me what you’ve got, girl!” I wink and rub my hands together other with a greedy grin.

“Well, they’re not as exciting as you think… First of all: I brought just a few concert photos, y’know, I don’t really have the opportunity to shoot bands… One of my friends works at Rock Candy and he always calls me when unknown bands open up for someone there so that I can sneak in and offer my services to them… I mean, only as a photographer…” she flushes at her own words.

“I see, I see. And I don’t need concert photos to be able to decide if I like your works or not.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking too! So I brought the pictures I shot everywhere in the town. Sometimes I just set off for a hunt with my camera… although I never know what I’m exactly hunting for. I want to capture unusual and unique moments… like, when you meet something you see every day but then a detail changes everything… Like in this picture!” she searches in the pile of photos for a few seconds before she places one of them onto my desk. As I start studying it I recognize the piano player at Pike Place Market who’s been the permanent attachment of that place at least for a decade.

“You mean his expression? Or the people gathered around him?” I try to guess.

“Take a closer look.” she smiles on and a few more seconds later I spot a raven sitting on the top of the piano.

“That’s just… awesome. You have good eyes for these details.”

“Markets are perfect photo themes, you just have to go there and wait a bit until something interesting happens. I often hang out there to collect inspiration.” she goes on casually and slowly pushes a photo of a dog stealing a sausage in front of me. I can see that the people around didn’t even notice the scene; they must have been too busy with their everyday rush. While I’m watching her photoset of the streets of Seattle I realize that all photos make me smile even if I can’t see anything funny in them. I can’t really explain why I react like this, their style reminds me of those hidden image puzzles except you doesn’t know what to search for. But still, she can find them and even manages to eternalize them.

“And these were taken at Rock Candy.” she points at smaller heap.

“Wow, these pics transmit the vibe of the shows very well.” I let out an appreciative whistle as I touch the photo of a guitarist who I don’t know performing a sidesplit jump while playing.

“Uh… sometimes I have to take a risk for the perfect angle. In the picture you can see only the moment of the jump but in the reality he kicked me in the nose when touching down. But that’s only one example, not to mention the several gallons of beer which have landed on my clothes since then…”

“Haha, you love living dangerous.”

“You only live once. Anyway, Judy takes a bunch of pictures too but she’s rather into nature and architecture.”

“Anything that isn’t moving?” I giggle.

“Almost accurate. She’s also interested in wild animals but that’s a quite difficult territory.”

“I thought wild animals and rock musicians have something in common.” I grin pointing at a magazine on my desk which is opened right at a Pearl Jam poster with Jeff stomping furiously on the stage.

“Maybe.” she snorts. “But I meant they were unpredictable even if you thought you knew them and sometimes you have to sacrifice your best ideas not to bother them. It doesn’t work without a massive respect for nature.”

“Definitely. And… wait, is that Judy?” I find a photo between two concert photos which was probably mixed by chance into the pile. She’s wearing a sweater and stretches its sleeves pulling them onto her palms. She’s trying to tug a strand behind her ear with one hand and probably was about to cover her face with the other one but the photographer was faster so the picture shows her wide, eye-rolling, annoyed and at the same time amused smile. “I could barely recognize her, she wasn’t wearing her glasses. And her hair looks much better without the braids.”

“Haha, yeah, sometimes I manage to get her not to look like a novice. Anyway, as you can see she’s more difficult to catch than any animal species… I literally had to chase her around to be able to take this one single picture of her. We were at the Discovery Park, you can see the path to the lighthouse in the background.”

“Can I keep it? I mean, only until I show it to Kelly, I want to convince him you’re good at portraits too, even with extremely problematic photo subjects.” I flash a smile at her while I’m arranging the pictures into organized heaps again. “If he likes your works he might recommend you to other agencies, the more bands know your name the more chance you have to collect orders or to be booked for tours…”

“Oh… I… I can’t take tours…” she breathes barely audibly and her face suddenly gets shadowed by a resigning expression.

“What? But you said it was your dream…” I ask back frowning confused.

“Yeah, it is but it’s not that simple…” she sighs and seeing the sadness in her eyes I feel a lump growing in my throat, did I say something wrong?

“I don’t want to be pushy and… I don’t know much about your life but you have to know that the superpower of Curtis Management can arrange everything… well, almost everything, we still have to work on the fashion choices of the guys but joking aside… I don’t know what kind of problem you have but I’m sure it’s not insoluble.”

“The thing is that I receive a treatment and I have to go to the hospital three times a week.” she utters rapidly in one breath.

“Huh… I didn’t… I didn’t know you’re ill, sorry…”

“Illness is maybe not the most suitable word, I need dialysis treatment.”

“You’re kidneys?” I whisper perplexed, I know that health problems can occur to anyone but she’s young and shining, it’s hard to believe her life depends on medical help.

“It’s a quite dumb story, I had mononucleosis last year and the prescription the doctor made out for me proved to be a quite bad decision. It turned out I had a medicine allergy but I myself didn’t know about it either so since nobody suspected what’s going on, my condition got worse and worse because they kept mistreating me until both of my kidneys shut down. They couldn’t save any of them so here I am now.” she explains casually as if she was only telling me her daily routine.

“That’s horrible… and how about transplantation?”

“My whole family let themselves checked but neither of them is a potential donor. I got on the transplantation list but nobody knows how long it takes to find a compatible organ… Hehe, people with healthy kidneys won’t die and organ harvesters are so fuckin’ expensive.” she snorts at her own dark joke.

“So that’s why you suspended your studies too?”

“Yeah, but I’ve already regretted it. I mean… when this whole thing began I was absent for weeks so it was obvious that I won’t be able to finish the semester. But the doctors informed me at the beginning of my treatment that except for physical strain I can have a pretty normal life… of course normal life only for normal people, but I’m a free spirit, even the thought of depending on machines is too much for me, I hate restrictions. But I tried to live with that and not much later I found a job as a part-time waitress… Unfortunately on my first day I forgot to have a breakfast, my blood sugar level dropped, I fainted… and Mom freaked out.”

“Ouch. I guess she thought it was because of your illness.”

“Exactly. Due to that unfortunate intermezzo she doesn’t want me to have any day job or anything that looks like that… Which drives me crazy, I feel like a parasite. But I don’t want to stress her out, I understand her, she doesn’t want to lose one more family member…” she stares into space.

One confession is enough for today so I rather don’t ask her who she refers to.

“But Curtis Management doesn’t want to stress out your mom either, what’s your plan in case you’ll be offered jobs?”

“Well… she hasn’t prohibited me to leave the apartment, I’m allowed to take walks with my camera, go to sleepovers to my friends or to gigs at bars…” she shrugs with an enigmatic smile.

“It always begins with one little, innocent lie and one day you wake up and realize you got into a spiral. You should talk to her, I’m serious.” I warn her; although I’ve liked her since I met her, this situation is complicated enough without secret conspiracies.

“Okay, but at first, please send my pictures to a few people.” she begs. “I need some excitement in my life, anything… I envy Judy so much for that tour…”

“Touring is not as exciting as you think, but… yes, maybe this evening brings some excitement in her life.” I wink at Effie but she responds it with a confused expression.

“That exhibition? Okay, she might like it… or do you mean she might kill Stone at the gallery? Now that would be exciting…”

Now it’s me who sends a puzzled look at her.

“Stone? Stone won’t be there…”

“Thank God, finally she can spend some time without that…”

“Watch your mouth, you’re talking about my friend!”

“About your friend who happens to hate my sister.” she declares relentlessly.

“Okay, he might seem obnoxious and I know sometimes he’s hard to bear but he doesn’t hate her, trust me. But hey, why did you come up with him? Why would he be there?”

“Why not?”

“Maybe because… Jeff would beat the shit out of him if he spoiled his date?” I answer half-questioning, I can’t understand her clueless reaction.

“Haha, his what?” she laughs with a disbelieving grimace.

“You’ve heard it well. Jeff asked her out, they go alone to the exhibition.” I explain slowly and a disturbing idea starts forming in my mind.

“That can’t be, she didn’t tell me anything like that.” she insists although her voice sounds less convinced as she utters the last words.

“And I’m pretty sure Stone mentioned her, Jeff and the word “date” in the same sentence the last time I talked to him.”

“Is it possible… or she might… no… it can’t be… or if it can… oh shit, shit, SHIT!!!” I try to follow her inner discussion but she doesn’t tell me what’s on her mind. After cackling a few more incomprehensible words she groans and grabs her bag with a frantic move.

“I… I have to go... I have to call her immediately… bye!” she springs up from the chair and storms out. I follow her to the floor since we haven’t even discussed any details of the job yet but I can see her already reaching the main entrance. “Oh, and please call me about the photos!” she shouts turning back for a second and before I could stop her she leaves the building and jumps on the bus at the stop. What the hell was that?

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DOTW 25 - Full... I think?! Don't ask me. I'm just along for the ride

Waiting for Levi to come home, Eren didn't know if he looked alright. Hanji and Moblit were having a dinner party for their friends, so Levi was picking Erwin up, while Eren stayed at home trying to pick something nice to wear. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he was an anxious mess. Levi had warned him there would be people there that he didn't know, and that he wanted to introduce him to everyone as his boyfriend. His heart didn't know if he could take it all. Even if it was at Hanji's house. Being in the apartment was more comfortable. Levi didn't force him to come out, unless he wanted to. Sometimes they'd pick up groceries, or Levi would take him for a drive when he had errands to run or appointments, but he preferred to be in the apartment. He had his keys, and knew he could leave at any time... not like being with Zeke. At home he was surrounded by Levi's safe scent. Levi's scent and the solid walls of the apartment. If he wanted air, he could go out onto the balcony, something he hadn't done since his sleep walking incident, but it was still an option. If he really wanted to do something, all he had to do was tell Levi. He only ever said no because of work, or not at the very moment because he was doing something, but then they'd work a time out together. After all Levi did for him, he wanted to look good for his alpha. And for Hanji. She messaged and she called, but it wasn't the same. She always wanted to know how he was and if Levi was treating him alright. Not what he was doing, just how he was. "Eren, are you ready?" Looking himself up and down, he definitely wasn't ready. His hair was a mess. The thin white shirt he had on clung in awkward places, and his jeans made his arse look fat "Wow, brat. You look amazing" Turning to Levi, he shook his head "I feel like something's off" "The only thing off, is my desire to take those clothes off" Snorting, he shook his head again "You're a dork. It takes time and effort to look this good" Even if he wasn't dancing, he still liked to keep things neatly trimmed, waxed and shaved. Thanks to his omega side, he wasn't all that hairy, but that didn't mean he wanted to let it all grow free "You look perfect" "Thank you. I need to grab my shoes and a hoodie" "I'll lend you a jacket" "Thank you... I'm really fucking nervous" "You don't need to be nervous. You know Mike, Hanji, Moblit and Erwin. You've met Petra, but ignore everything she says. Gunther and Eld have been invited, but I don't think they'll be here. Nabana and Olou might be, but again I don't know and the only one you wouldn't have see around is probably Rico..." So he'd know 6 people and one of those didn't like him that much... "It's ok. If you want to leave at any point we can go" "No... they're your friends" "And you already know in fucking shit at keeping up with them" Not that he was any better. He hadn't heard from Marco since... a few days after Mina's birth when his, whatever he was now, messaged him to thank him. Mid heat, he hadn't replied and then coming out of his heat, it just felt too weird. Like he'd missed his chance. Besides, if Marco wanted to talk to him, he would message him. Or come and see him. He was almost certain they were friends anymore "Oi. Brat, what's wrong?" He hadn't realised his hand had come up to clutch his chest, his panic rising at the idea of not being friends with Marco anymore "Eren?" "Sorry. I'm ok... just need a moment" "I won't leave your side. What was it you used to say, about putting a mask on when you danced?" Where was he going with this? "You remember that?" "No one will touch you. They'll probably want to shake hands, but that's about it" Oh... if he didn't feel comfortable, he just had to fake a smile. The alphas wouldn't touch him. That's what Levi meant. Walking to his boyfriend, he kissed Levi's cheek "What was that for?" "Just because... I'll grab my shoes" Erwin insisted on asking him what he'd been up to and how he'd been. Though happy someone seemed to care more about his activities than his stupid nightmares and panic attack, he'd have preferred in the drive had been silent. He didn't know if the answers he gave were any good... then for some unknown reason, Erwin started asking about their upcoming trip to the beach. He thought about Zeke every day. He didn't need to think about him while on his way to a party.... with strange alphas, who knew he wasn't quite right in the head. This was a bit too much. Staring out the window, he let himself zone out. Levi was the most careful driver he knew, second only to Moblit but he hadn't really been in Moblit's car all that much. When they arrived it Hanji's, it took him a few moments to calm down, before undoing his seatbelt and climbing from Levi's beast of a car. He was terrified Hanji was going to be mad at him for choosing to be with Levi. Leaving them to catch up, Erwin went ahead with a carton of beer in his arms. Other than Hanji's and Moblit's cars there were three he didn't recognise. Jogging around his car, Levi took his hand "Eren, are you alright?" "I started thinking about Zeke, and it felt a bit real, and a bit much" "Do you want to stay out here for a bit?" "I'm calming back down. Your scent helps" "Hanji's probably going to ask about the ocean too. She's going to be stopping in to check on Titan, so I have to explain we'd be away from the 6th to the 13th" "And she was ok with that?" "Of course she was. She's excited to see you" "I thought she'd be mad because I didn't come back" "Eren, you worry too much about what everyone things about you. If we're mad at you, we would tell you" "Would you?" "Yes. So, from the cars here, it looks like Petra's here, hers is that pink thing, Olou might have come with her. Eld's car is the grey one, Gunther might have come with him. The..." "The other one's Mike's" "Yep" "I remember... fuck. I still have Hanji's key. I forgot it" "You have Hanji's key?" "From when Mike drove me home" "Oh, it's ok. I'll drop it back to her at work" "Are you sure?" "I've got it, brat. Ready to head in?" * Levi could see how nervous Eren was. The fake smile he'd worn when he met him, painted across Eren's lips as he smiled politely. They were early, but it was obvious why they'd all gathered. Hanji was finally announcing her pregnancy. Eren seemed confused, his brat didn't know she'd lost the first baby not long after he'd moved in with him. This time around, she'd waited to announce it. Her swell almost invisible, yet the huge pink and blue sign in the living room said it all. It was impossible to miss. With a beer in his free hand, his other arm was around his boyfriend. Much to Petra's disgust. She'd perked up the moment she'd seen him, then visibly deflated at Eren being by his side, the omega nursing his own beer while talking with Moblit about dinner. He'd been waiting for Eren to pull away, but when he finally did, his side felt empty without there. Even if it was so the omega could help Moblit in the kitchen. Not wanting to crowd Eren and Moblit, Levi moved to join Erwin in the living room, where his partner was talking to Petra and Olou. Olou hanging onto every word falling from Petra's pink painted lips "Did Eren ditch you?" Mock sighing he nodded, Erwin nudging him in the ribs gently "I'm sure he's ok" "He's helping Moblit with dinner" "And he's ok?" "Yeah. The brat's a little nervous, but ok" "He looks happier" "He is. The nightmares haven't faded, but he really likes his new therapist" "Eren's in therapy?" Petra made it sound like some juicy piece of gossip "He's been through a lot. He's doing much better now" "You're so kind, Levi. Not many people would take in an emotionally unstable omega, or take in a stranger like this. I've always been drawn in by your kindness" "Eren isn't a stranger. He's my boyfriend" Petra spilt her drink down her front, squeaking as she did. Levi barely containing his laughter. She'd tried to flirt, then insulted Eren. As far as he was concerned this was karma. Beside him, Erwin was also holding in his laughter. Olou clumsily drew his handkerchief from his pocket, mopping at Petra's chest. Slapping his hand away, Petra placed down her the remnants of her drink. Excusing herself quickly "Petra is right. Eren obviously has so kind of..." Biting his tongue, Olou cut his own unwarranted comment off "Olou, why don't you go make sure Petra is alright?" "Oh. Yes. Right" Olou had only just left when the doorbell rang. With Erwin in no rush to open it, and no idea where Hanji had gone, Levi headed over and opened the door. Standing there, Marco had baby Mina in his arms. Well. Fuck. Eren hadn't said he'd apologised, or even talking to him "Hi, Levi" "Hey Marco, baby Mina. Come on in, Hanji is off somewhere in here" "Thank you. Is Eren here? Hanji said he would be..." "He's in the kitchen with Moblit" "Right. Jean is just grabbing the stroller, is it ok to leave the door open?" "It should be" Shyly Marco moved past him, pausing once he was standing in the living room "Levi, is Eren ok?" He was dying to reply "No, not really. Thanks to your arsehole of an alpha, oh and the abuse you hurled at him. But sometimes, someone's happiness was the hardest thing for a person to hear "He's fine. He's been doing really good, and we're going away soon" Marco's face fell. For a split second he felt bad, then remembered how Eren had packed up his room, thinking he wasn't wanted "Oh..." "Something wrong?" "I tried to thank him for helping me through my labour, and through everything. I can't remember much of what I said, but I miss talking to him. Without him, Mina wouldn't be here" "You'll have to talk to him about that. Even if you didn't mean it, the things you said hurt him badly" "I don't know what I said..." "Some really horrible things. So did Jean. As I've said to Jean, you both owe him an apology. If Eren doesn't want to talk after that, then that's it" "Jean didn't tell me you'd seen him" "When I came and collected Eren's things. He's on edge as he barely knows anyone here" "Ok..." "Oh my god! Is that baby Mina!? Marco, I have to have a cuddle" Rushing from the stairs, Hanji was cooing like a crazy person as she went for the baby. Emerging from the kitchen, Levi locked eyes with Eren. Eren immediately darting back, bumping into Moblit in his hurry to escape. If the party wasn't awkward before, it definitely was now "Oh, Marco. Look at her. She is so perfect. Moblit, come meet Mina" Leaving everyone else too gush over Mina, Levi headed into the kitchen where Eren was drinking bourbon from the bottle "Brat, what the hell are you doing?" Giving him a sheepish look, Eren lowered the bottle "Liquid courage?" "You're more likely to get liquid vomit from drinking it down like that" "It's fine. This is nothing" "It's not nothing. What is it? Is it Marco?" "I... I wasn't expecting him to be here and now he is, all I can think about is the things he said. So. Liquid courage" "Eren, did Marco text you?" "He sent me a message thanking me... but I was in heat" A proper heat. His waves very short, and Levi was lucky to have gotten messages at all "Did you reply after?" "It felt too late... I'm sorry. I need some air. It's all too much" "Just so you know, Jean is here too" "I'm going to need the whole fucking bottle then" "You'd be dead on your feet if you did that" "I might be an omega, but I can outdrink almost everyone I know. It takes like a whole bottle to get me buzzed" "As impressive as that is, you can't just the whole bottle. At least split it with me" Eren jerked back slightly, blinking in shock before laughing softly "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?" "I already know I'm taking you home tonight" Eren laughed again, offering him the bottle "Mmm. Will you take me straight to bed?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that. I'll even take your shitty shoes off for you" "I might let you take my pants off too. If you let me sleep in tomorrow" "No one is making you get up early" "No, but I like starting the day with you, then falling asleep with you. Wanna go sit out on the back and gossip like teenagers?" "You want to gossip?" "No. Not really. I just need some air that isn't quite so alphary. Even covered in your scent, it's making my omega uncomfortable" "Sure. Is everything in the kitchen handled?" "Yeah. Moblit just needed another set of hands for a few minutes" "Ok, but I'm not sitting on the fucking shitty back step. You couldn't pay me enough to do that here. Not with how dirty the house is" "Hanji and Moblit are busy" "And they have a baby coming. They can't raise a child in mess" "Kids are messy" "There's messy and there's messy" "You're just too fussy, aren't you?" "Maybe. But I'd rather be fussy than live in a fucking mess. Why do you think I spend so much fucking time keeping our apartment clean?" "What? I help too" "And some how I end up doing most of the work, on top of everything" "So I'm not good enough! Is that it!" Crap... "Eren" "No! If I'm not doing a good job, then why don't you fucking tell me? Instead of laughing at me and making fun of it" "I'm not laughing or making fun of you" "You are. If you don't like what I'm doing, or think it's wrong, why not tell me how to be a better omega. Fuck. Fuck this" Snatching the bottle back, Eren stormed off. Levi pinching the bridge of his nose. How the fuck had they just gotten into a fight? "Is Eren alright?" Levi sighed, his boyfriend was still outside on the backstep... while he was inside, looking out. Watching the omega drinking by himself, he wanted to go out and talk to him, but didn't want to fuck things up even more "We fought" Hanji snickered "What did you do?" "I accidentally implied that he doesn't lift a finger at home" "What? Why?" "I don't know. The words just came out my mouth" He more than anyone knew how much effort Eren put into everything "Have you tried apologising?" "His fucking nerves are shot. Great job inviting Marco and Jean" "Why wouldn't I invite them? Marco is Eren's best friend" "Marco lashed out at him while Eren helped deliver Mina. Then Jean said he was fucking crazy" "Eren must know Marco wouldn't mean it" "Because anxiety and depression, are so fucking logical. Of course he knows, but the words still cut deep. On top of that, he's been having some messed up nightmares about Zeke" "Has he talked to you about that?" "No. He's not ready. He's trying to get his life together and feel stable enough first. Things were going so fucking good, but like usual, I fucking fucked up" "Eren adores you" "That's the problem. I promised him I wouldn't fucking hurt him, and now I have" "By the way he's going through that bottle, I'd say you should probably apologise sooner rather than later" Fucking Hanji and her being right "I know. I just don't want to trigger a panic attack" "Because a drunk, scared omega with access to even more alcohol isn't going to make things worse" "Fine. I'm fucking going" "Good. Make sure he comes in soon. I've missed him" Approaching Eren, Levi had his hands out as if trying to surrender or something "Eren?" "Go away" "Not until we talk" "What's there to talk about?" "Look. I want to apologise" "What for? You were only telling the truth" "I didn't mean what I said" "It's still true. It doesn't matter how many hours I spend cleaning, you always redo it anyway. Why should I even try?" Sighing, Levi grimaced as he sat on the dirty step "It's not you" "What? Is this the "it's not you, it's me talk?"" "No. Yes. But not like that" "This should be good" He wanted to slap the little shit upside the back of the head "I've lived alone for a long time" "You wanted me there" "And I still do. I'm trying to say, because I've lived there along time, I'm set in my ways. For you, dancing is what makes you happy. For me, cleaning is my therapy. When I clean, I don't have to focus on all the shit I see at work, or all the shit I saw growing up. My cleaning, is for me" "We split the jobs. We agreed on it" "I know that" "Then why couldn't you just tell me I was fucking useless?" "Because you're not" "That's not how it feels" Hanging his head, the bottle nearly slipped from his hold. Taking it, Eren offered no resistance, probably because it was nearly empty "Every time I think I'm being a good omega, I find out I'm not" "You are good omega and you are a good person" "I watched my mum be murdered. I couldn't fucking move to help her. I was so fucking scared and angry. Then Zeke. He stabbed him over and over. Zeke told me to run. I wanted to move, but I'm too much of a fucking coward. I could have fought them. I could have gotten between them. But I watched him die. The blood wouldn't fucking stop. I couldn't move until they let me go. His blood kept pouring through my fingers and Zeke... he kept telling me to run... I practically killed my mother and brother" This was the most Eren had willing said, though it might have been from the alcohol in his system "Does your mother's death have anything to do with your scars" Eren let out a laugh that hurt to hear "It has everything to fucking do with it. But you promised you wouldn't ask... maybe I was wrong about you" "Eren..." "I don't know what you want me to be. My best. It's not good enough" "Are you saying you want to break up?" Eren's head shot up, his red eyes boring into Levi's "I knew you'd stop wanting me" "I never said that" "You promised you wouldn't ask..." "Shit brat. Look. I know I fucked up. I didn't mean it the way it fucking sounded. I'm not good at relationships, and I'm even fucking worse with words. You sounded like you wanted to talk, so I just assumed. I don't want to make you talk. I want you to talk to me when you're ready" "What if I'm never ready? Can you say you want to be me?" "Yes. Because you're more than your past. You're strong and amazing. I am the luckiest alpha in the world to have you" "I think you're the most unlucky" "Then you're wrong" Looking back down to his feet, Eren sighed as he rubbed as his eyes "Everyone keeps asking how I am. I don't want to talk about that. They never ask me what I've been doing. Hanji. She keeps asking if you're treating me ok. Like I'm some kind of pet. Even when I tell her you take such good care of me, she acts like it's all a joke. I don't understand it. I don't understand if I'm reading it all wrong. I have never had this many people around me. I always had Zeke and I thought I'd be with him forever. He was my world" Placing the bottle down, Levi shuffled over so he could pull into tight hug "I know you loved him" "I can't stop dreaming about him. I can't get him out of my head. I want to be a proper omega for you. I want to give you sex and everything I can. But I can't. Every time I do something I know Zeke wouldn't let me do, his voice is in my head" "You know we don't have to have sex for me to be with you" "But... maybe I want it for me too? I know you say I'm working on improving myself, but I... I miss feeling sexy and confident. I miss flirting with you, and your bad pick-up lines. Some days you don't even ask me what I've been doing all day. I just tell you and then we cuddle and go to bed. Can you honestly tell me that's enough?" "I can. Because it's with you. I stopped asking because you always looked so happy when you told me what you'd been doing. What book you'd read. What interesting fact you picked up. If you'd done yoga or watched movies. It wasn't because I don't care" "I know you care. I'm sorry. My head feels so muddled. I know you all take scent cancellers for work, but for me, I can still smell it. It's probably all in my head. It just... so many scents make me feel scared and then I get so fucking angry at myself for my own weakness. And end up lashing out. I'm sorry. You've let me become so selfish. You let me do what I want. You let me eat what I want. You don't check my phone. You don't lock my door and you don't tell me that I have to stay in the apartment. I just... I want to be good for you" "You are. You're good" Kissing Eren's hair, he held his boyfriend. Eren made it sound like everything they all did every day, was something selfish and not natural. The kid had so much freedom, he was fucking scared of it all "You're not selfish" "What's the last thing I did for you?" "You came to Hanji's" "That doesn't count" "It does. All these people might be friends, but I hate being in situations like this. People say you have to be happy when you're around your friends. I just feel old and drained" "People say a lot of things" "They do" "You say you're bad and stuff at talking, but I've seen you. You're not" "Tell that to some of the people we've transported" "I would. I would tell everyone how much you mean to me and how kind you are, even when you make your cranky faces" "My face is naturally cranky" "Your face is naturally beautiful" "You're the beautiful one, brat. My beautiful omega" "I feel like a beast. All ugh, and growly" "Fine. My beautiful beast" "That ones nearly as bad as "shitty brat"" "I don't call you that all that often" "You do. But it's ok. I kind of like it" "You really are a weird one" "Probably" "You are" "Thanks... old man" "Could an old man carry your arse around?" "Maybe if he was a ripped as you are... seriously. I have to bust my arse with yoga and weight to keep in shape, you're just beautiful the way you are" "It has nothing to do with work, at all" "Nope. Because I'm talking about your heart. Or I guess it's your brain. Your brain is where you emotions really are" "I feel like you read that in a book" "I did. I mean the brain bit. You're the one who told me inside counts. I'm just lucky your pretty inside and out" "I think you've had enough to drink" "I'm sober" "I'll believe it when I see it" "Then how can I make you believe it?" "You could try walking in a straight line" "That's too easy" "Standard sobriety test is either raising your finger to your nose, or walking a straight line" "That's silly" "I didn't come up with them" "They're still silly" Sighing, Eren wriggled in his hold, looking up and over his shoulder he sighed again "What's up?" "Everyone probably thinks I'm out here because I'm mental" "No one thinks you're mental" "I wanted to look good enough to be by your side" "If they don't accept you, then I don't accept them" "You can't say that" "I can. Now, I'll introduce you everyone properly. Marco wanted to talk to you, too" "Oh" "It's ok. He wanted to see if you're ok. He doesn't seem to remember much from giving birth, and seemed upset when I told him he'd run his mouth" "Levi!" "He hurt you, and that's no ok. But I also think he really regrets what he said" "I know he would, if he could remember... maybe" "If you want to talk to him, you should. I'll be with you. And there's no fucking way Jean is getting anywhere near you" "Thank you... I think it'd be ok if you stay near" "I won't leave your side" "Unless I need the bathroom" "Nope. I'm totally going to follow you in" Eren laughed, covering his mouth "It sounds so funny when you say "totally"" "It's supposed to" "We should head back in" "Yeah... no more alcohol, for now" "Spoil sport" "If you still want to drink when we get home, I'll show you what good wine really is" "I'd like that. I'd like to be able to go on a date with you and know what I want to drink" "You're going to regret saying that" "Nope. If I'm with you, I regret nothing" * Making it through dinner, things were still awkward with Marco. They'd talked a little bit, but then Jean had interrupted and taken all of Marco's attention back, to him and Mina. The tiny girl was so beautiful. Marco had offered to let him hold her, but he couldn't let something so small and fragile into his hold. He was sure he'd break her... and plus, Jean was glaring at him. Hanji on the other hand was happy to see him, and he was thrilled for her. He knew how badly she wanted a baby, and even if the house was messy, he knew she'd be a good mum. Over the night, Levi introduced him to everyone. He didn't really like Olou. When the man heard Levi calling him "brat", Olou seemed to think he could too. Brat was Levi's name for him, and hearing someone else saying it, it didn't feel like a compliment or a joke. It felt like Olou really didn't like him, or appreciate the fact he was around. Eld and Gunther were both ok... but alphas. He could barely look them in face. They were nothing like Reiner and Bertholdt, but the black and blonde hair was... something about it and their closeness left him not wanting to get too close. Mike was ok. He already liked Mike, and Mike didn't make him talk. As for Petra... she glared at him all night, before finding excuses to bump or brush against Levi. Levi looked disgusted, which was a boost to his confidence. So it wasn't all terrible, just terribly long. He also decided that if Marco did text him, he'd try and reply. His words still hurt, and he couldn't forget the things Jean had said... he decided it would depend on what Marco sent him. If he complained in his first text, he wouldn't reply, but if he asked how he was, he would. He still felt used and abuser. Complaining was like using him to vent again. He wanted a friendship where he meant as much to the other person as he did to them. A conclusion he was proud of. When they got back to their apartment, Levi had made good on the promise of "good wine". Apparently he was a cheap slut on wine. They'd barely finished the first bottle when he felt pleasantly tipsy, and wanted to dance. Levi wasn't so sure about the dancing part, but still his boyfriend helped move the coffee table out the way, while Eren tried, and failed, to find a song worth dancing too. Letting his phone shuffle to something random instead. Standing in front of him, the man looked confused, but taking his glass away from him, allowed Eren to wrap his arms around him and rest his chin on his shoulder. Levi wouldn't like the same kind of dancing he did. So they were doing some kind of weird on the spot slow dance, to a song that didn't suit it all "I can't dance" "You're doing fine" "Are you drunk?" "Tipsy. Probably because I've only drunk wine a couple of times" "You'd have to be drunk to think I'm dancing fine" "Dancing is about feeling the music with your body" "I'm definitely not" "Watch me" Pushing Levi down on the sofa, Eren stripped off his shirt. Throwing it at Levi's face as he took a few steps back. Taking a breath, he waited for the song to change. Moving with the music, his hands slid across his body, one hand sliding down his abs, as the other side up his chest. Pulling his hair free from the bun it was in, he flicked it out, slowly dancing on the spot as he span, before dropping low and sticking his arse out as he rose. Feeling much braver from the "liquid courage", he walked forward again, dancing in front of Levi. His boyfriend didn't know he'd had to give a few lap dances at his second job. Turning his arse back towards Levi, he dropped into his lap, rocking and grinding as arched and danced "Eren" Rising from Levi's lap, he turned, this time he crawled up to straddle Levi. His hands sliding the up the man's chest "Eren, stop" Caught up in his actions, he missed the fact his sexy dance was making Levi uncomfortable. When the alpha grabbed him by the wrists, he thought it was Levi trying to pin him down to kiss him "Eren, that's enough. You don't need to debase yourself like this anymore" He had no idea what "debase" meant, but he got that Levi was mad at him. Climbing from his boyfriends lap, he didn't know what he'd done wrong... "Eren" Pulling his wrists free, he stumbled back, landing on his arse with a whimper "Shit, brat" Scrambling to pick himself up, he ran to his room. Throwing himself face down on his bed as he started to cry. He felt sexy when he danced. He wanted to dance for Levi... "Eren?" "Go away" "Brat, let me explain" "No. I made you mad" "You didn't make me mad, just..." "It's fine" "It's not fine when you're upset" "I don't want to talk about it. Just go to bed, Levi" "Eren, I'm sorry" "No. It's my stupid fault for thinking you'd like my dancing!" Levi ignored his requests for him to go away. Sitting on the side of his bed, his boyfriend put his hand on his head "It wasn't that" "You didn't like it" "The way you move is beautiful. I just wasn't expecting such a skilled lap dance" "You hate me for the lap dance" "I don't hate you" "You got mad and you stopped me" "I got mad when I realised this wasn't the first time you'd done it" "I knew you were mad" "Look. I don't know a lot about lap dances or strip clubs. But I do know a lot about sleazy alphas. The idea of an another alpha touching you... you're more than that. You're more than a lap dance to me" "That doesn't even make sense" "I... got jealous" "Why? It's just a dance" "Because other people would have felt everything I just felt, while watching dance. They would have had their hands on your body. They would have felt how warm and soft you are, and thought every single filthy thing I just did" "But I never let them touch me" "I got mad at them and then I got mad at me" "I didn't want to give lap dances. I had to because no one fucking wanted me there. Ok. That... that was the first dance I gave because I wanted to. On the stage was fine. They could look, but they couldn't touch. When you give a lap dance, you're in the person's lap. You can smell and feel them. They never felt good... I wanted to feel it with you... but I made you mad" "Because I thought you were dancing like that... out of habit. I didn't think about what it actually meant to you. I didn't mean to imply I thought you were a slut" "Is that what "debase" means?" "It means to degrade. Like to lower yourself to that. You're so much better than a lap dance" "I like dancing and I like you" "I know. This one's on me" "I just wanted you to touch me and I wanted to make you feel good" "You did that. Maybe even too good" "What?" Taking his hand, Levi placed it in his crotch. His boyfriend half hard "You..." "Got hard. Another reason I didn't want you dancing when I didn't know if I'd be able to stop myself" "I wanted you to touch me" "I'll touch you all you like, when we're in bed, like this. But only when you're sober enough to be able to say no, or to tell me you need to stop" "What if I want you to touch me now?" "Can you tell me that's what you really want?" "Can we do that thing again?" "What thing?" "When you grind up against me?" His cheeks were hot. He'd started slicking while dancing, his own dick half hard like Levi's "I..." "I'm not drunk. I know what I want..." "Are you sure?" "Tipsy, not drunk" "Roll over for me" Rolling over, he stared at Levi until Levi crawled across the bed. Spreading his legs, his alpha climbed between them, leaning forward to claim his mouth. He couldn't help but kiss Levi back hungrily. Teeth knocking against Levi's as he tried to deepen the kiss further. Wrapping his legs around the back of Levi's, he ground up, mewing into the kiss as his boyfriend pushed back down against him "Shit, brat" "Levi... please. I want this" Moving to mouth at his neck, Eren moaned openly, his hands grabbing the blanket beneath him as he tried to get more friction against his erection "Levi, please... touch me more" "So impatient" "Please" Reaching over him, Eren had no idea what was happening, until Levi sat back up. His eyes landing on the two condoms in his hold "So we don't make a mess" Nodding, he whined as his jeans were undone and pulled down with his underwear. Levi hand gripped the base of his dick and the sound he made was pure sin "Feel good?" "So good" "Will you let me touch you like this?" Eren's breath hitched "No sex?" "No" "Ok..." Freeing his own dick from his jeans, Eren groaned at the smell of the alpha's natural musk. Between his legs was wet, and he was grateful for the pad catching all the slick gushing from him. Levi didn't want to make a mess, so he didn't want to make one either. Fiddling around, Eren soon realised Levi had taken both of their dicks in his hand, jerking then off together. It was completely filthy, but felt so fucking good. Cupping his face with his free hand, the alphas thumb ran across his lips. Without thinking, he leaned up to capture the digit in his mouth, sucking on it like he had the dildo "Shit brat..." Fucking into Levi's hand, his orgasm started to build, causing him to suck harder. Letting out a growl, Levi came and Eren half a breath after. His head dizzy from the pheromones. Releasing Levi's thumb with a wet pop, he flopped back against the bed, Levi still rocking between his legs. At some point his legs had ended up wrapped around Levi's waist. Everything felt so good "Eren?" "Mmm..." "Are you okay?" "Felt good" Levi kept rocking for a few more moments. When the alpha finally stopped he peeled the full condoms from both their spent dicks, the amount of semen in Levi's was nearly three times the amount in his "Let me clean you up" "No... I'm good" "You're not falling asleep like this. You're a mess" "I'm sleepy... and my underwear's a mess anyway" Levi sighed, but covered him back up with his underwear. The alpha then climbing from his bed and taking the condoms with him. Sleepily, he reached for him "Where are you going?" "To clean up" "Stay?" "I need a shower, and you need sleep" He didn't want Levi to go... he wanted to cuddle and enjoy what he was feeling. But Levi left anyway, and he fell asleep with his jeans still undone, and half way down his thighs.

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beepbeeprichiellc · 7 years ago

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If you are taking request at the moment, how about a soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you is written somewhere on your body. P. S. I love your writing!

I don't know why, but I struggled with this....

He awoke to his phone buzzing against the wood of his nightstand. Eddie groaned, rolling over in his firm mattress and grabbing the damnthing before it fell to the floor. The first thing he noticed was his friendsface plastered across the screen, his permanent scowl spread across hisfeatures. With a huff he answered, his voice still groggy and drowsy. “It’s sixin the morning, someone better be dying Stan.” He hissed into the receiver.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” He replied coldly, withquite a bite. “Bill wanted you to know we are meeting at his house at noon. Iguess Bev has a new neighbor that she insists on showing off.”

Eddie smirked at his friend’s apparent disgust. “I thought shealready found her soulmate?”

“You know she did, but apparently this guy is a hoot.” Itwasn’t supposed to be a joke, but it sure as hell sounded like one to Eddie. “Justbe here okay, I have a feeling this guy is going to be annoying as fuck and youknow she will bring him back around till everyone meets him.”

“Fantastic.” Eddie muttered, rubbing the sleep form his eye.“I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Stan replied, ending the call abruptly. The smallloser rolled his eyes, forcing himself to sit up in bed. Although still early,he knew that if he was out of the house before his mother awoke, he could avoidher daily pill party. Summertime was the worst, with him being home every dayshe had an excuse to fuss over every bump and bruise, sending him to the ERtwice already. It wasn’t that Eddie hated his mother, it was just that he hatedher way of controlling him.

He strode out of the room and across the hall, feeling his bodytingle with his anticipated shower. The hot water was just what he needed tostart the day, it trailed down his back, scorching his skin in the process. Witha sigh of satisfaction he proceeded to clean his entire being. Twice.

With that being done he exited, wrapping a towel around hiswaist. Unconsciously he caught a glimpse of the carving on the inside of hiswrist. The words were burned into hismemory, of course meeting his soulmate couldn’t consist of a little cute meetand greet like his friends did. That would be way too easy on Eddie’s life, soinstate fate gave him the most disgusting and pathetic pick up line known toman.

“Hey baby, did you lose your tongue? Because I can lend youmine if you want.”

He had been sporting those words since he was three and hewas as annoyed with it today as he was then. His mother had been appalled bythe red letters on his skin, claiming that ‘there must be a mistake because herbaby would not end up with a foul mouthed human like that’. Eddie sighed,rolling his eyes and forcing himself to get dressed. Whoever his soulmate was,he must have a terrible sense of humor.

He biked over to Bill’s, knowing that his friend wouldwelcome his presence, even if it was a little hours before the rest showed.They spent their time playing games and reading comic, and Eddie endured hisdaily dose of ‘what funny thing Stanly said today.’ It wasn’t that he wasn’thappy for his friend, but deep down a jealousy had always been there. Bill’sphrase was simple, and sweet. He and Stan had met on the first day of sixth grade,their quotes being “I like you’re bird book,” and “thanks, wanna look at itwith me?” Eddie would give his left foot to have it that easy.

Stan were first to show, followed by Ben and Mike. They all speculatedwhat Beverly’s new friend was like, all agreeing that he must be something specialfor her to bring him along, let alone force him onto the group. EventuallyEddie grew glittery waiting, complaining to anyone who would listen.

“Why don’t you come out to Bill’s garage with me?” Mike offeredkindly, noticing that Eddie’s anxiety was speaking from his anticipation. “Itold him I would change Silver’s chain for him.”

Eddie eagerly agree, following his friend outside. Theyspent twenty minutes out there, just talking about their weekend plans. Mike’ssmooth voice calmed him, lulling him into a sense of security and as he watchedhim work magic with Bill’s bike, he slowly drifted off.

There was a gentle tap on his shoulder, awakening him. “Hey,come on we have to get inside. Beverly is here.” Eddie groaned, shaking hishead and muttering something that Mike was unable to make out. “If you don’tget up, I’m going to carry you.” There was a slight chuckle to the threat and reluctantlyEddie obeyed.

As they entered the house an awful fake British accentboomed against the walls. “I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you darlin’”Once they made it into the kitchen, there was a boy their age standing amongsttheir laughing friends.

He was tall and lanky, his body portions rather awkward forhis age. The length of his hair was ridiculous, hanging far below his earlobes.His glasses were too large for his face and they had layers of thumbprints onthe lenses. With all of that alone, Eddie would have admitted that he wasrather hot but what made him really cringe and rethink his attractions was hischoice in wardrobe, which consisted of a pair of ripped jeans, a wife beater,and a pink and blue Hawaiian shirt.

Beverly grinned at them, waving them over. “Guys,” shecooed, “meet Richie Tozier.”

Mike shook his hand, introducing himself. Eddie on the otherhand, only stood there with a dirty look on his face. Richie noticed, smilinghappily and licking his lips. “Hey baby, did you lose your tongue? Because Ican lend you mine if you want.”

The room grew quiet. Eddie’s eyes grew wide as he stared upat Richie, completely baffled. His mouth moved before his brain could catch thewords, “I wouldn’t let you near me with a ten foot pole trashmouth.”

Richie’s smirk grew as he exposed his wrist, the very wordsthat Eddie had just uttered engraved into the flesh. “Well, well.” He jeered, laughingat himself. “When Beverly told me that I would like you, I didn’t have this inmind.”

Beverly only cheered behind them.

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mad-maxine · 7 years ago

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Beyond the Lab:Chapter 3-Allies

[Notes: This is an Eleven au fanfic. Characters in this chapter include Eleven, Jim Hopper, Michael Wheeler, Holly Wheeler, Karen Wheeler, Flo, and mention of a random girl name Carol. Hope you enjoy, I would love to know what you think!]

“No. No!” I yelled jolting forward breathing heavy. I heard all the glass from the broken windows and Hopper curse out. He came running in holding his arm. One of the glass pieces had got stuck in his arm. I looked at him holding his arm and suddenly I started crying like crazy. I pulled my knees up to my chest hugging them as tight as I could.

“Are you okay?” asked Hopper walking over to me and sitting on the bed.

“I'm so sorry.” I sobbed not looking him in the eyes. I felt a hand reach for my shoulder rubbing it softly.

“It's okay kid...Did you break the windows?” he asked, I nodded not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry.” I sobbed that was all I could say.

“It's okay.” he said rubbing my shoulder and this time I did look him in the eyes. I had tears filling my eyes but so did he. Partly because of the wound, but also because his heart broke for me, the pain I was feeling.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked and I started to break into sobs again. Hopper scooted forward and hugged me, rubbing his hand on my head.

“Bad men. Papa.” I said thinking about the dream. Papa was in the dream, he had ordered his men to kill Hopper. Once Hopper was dead I was back in the lab. Trapped.

“Were you in the lab?” he asked his eyebrow furrowed. I nodded looking straight ahead. “You said papa...Did this Papa put you in the lab?” he asked now rubbing my shoulder again.

“Yes.” I said, but Hopper didn't ask anymore questions. He just sat in the room the rest of the night until I fell asleep.

* * *

Later that morning once I woke up from falling asleep earlier Hopper had made some food. He called them eggo waffles. They were a golden yellow, with a slight crunch, and they were the best thing I ever tasted. I had four before Hopper said no more or I'll get sick.

“Hey kid well after this morning I need to go to the doctor. Okay?” he asked putting the plates in the sink as I licked my lips after eating.

“Doctor?” I said furrowing my eyebrows.

“Yeah doctor. They're a person that helps when someone gets hurt. They're going to help me take out the glass. From the window.” he saw that my face had turned into a frown and he sat down looking at me.

“Hey it's okay. I'll be okay, it's just a little glass.” he said a comforting smile on his face. I nodded still feeling guilty. What if it was more than a little glass?

“Hey kid well before I head we need to make some ground rules, okay? Let's call them the 'not stupid rules'.” he said then I nodded and he nodded back. “Okay rule one, under no condition do you leave this house. Rule number two, do not open the window. Someone can see you. And the final rule is do not open the door unless you hear my secret knock.” he said then knocked on the wood with his good arm.

“Okay well I'm going to head out. Don't get into to much trouble.” he chuckled getting up when I saw a huge blood spot on his shirt.

I closed my eyes taking in deep breathes, when suddenly I was back in the lab. It was when I first learned what a scream could really do. The table in front of me had flew forward hitting a man. He started bleeding instantly from the sharp edges impact.

“Hey, you okay kid?” Hopper said his eyebrows furrowed. I left my past and came into my new reality. I nodded swallowing hard. “Okay well I'm going to head out.” he said then grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. Once he headed out the door I went into my room and grabbed my extra flannel, he said I could keep it.

Before I left I stopped at the door putting on my flannel looking around. I know that this would probably hurt Hopper. But he has to understand it's for his own good. He's not safe with me here. I could hurt him. I closed my eyes breathing in before opening the door. As I opened the door the bright sun shined down on me, forcing me to squint. I closed the door to the cabin. I started walking forward. I didn't know where I was going, I was just walking.

* * *

I finally reached a building after walking through woods for what felt like forever. I watched the people walk by the doors, as they walked the doors opened automatically. I widened my eyes in amazement before finding the courage to walk up to the doors. As I reached the doors they opened automatically, I walked in and looked around. The people in the building either stared, turned over to whisper with the person beside them, or ignored me completely. I continued walking forward when I heard a sweet voice.

“Holly honey calm down.” I heard a voice say as I slowly walked toward it. I saw the source of the voice. It was a older woman with perfect long hair holding a shopping cart not really paying attention to the kids behind her. Behind her there was a young girl with two blonde pigtails and holding an older boys hand. The older boy was tall with curly black hair that he couldn't seem to control. He was wearing a bright yellow sweater with blue stripes.

“Hey mom could I look at the comics books. I'll bring Holly with me.” he said looking up at the woman only slightly.

“Okay Michael just don't get into any trouble.” she said before grabbing a box of eggo waffles.

“Thanks.” he said before turning around and coming straight toward me. Once he was finally standing in front of me he looked down at my baggy old clothes and shaved head. I thought he would say something mean or look away but instead he smiled slightly.

“Hi. Do you need help?” he asked, Holly looking up at both of us before smiling.

“Yes.” I said then he nodded still looking straight in my eyes. I couldn't help but smile lightly.

“Okay well we should go to my mom, she'll know what to do.” he said before turning around motioning for me to follow him. I followed him still smiling. “Mom.” he said and she hummed not looking away from her paper.

“Mom!” he practically yelled and she threw the paper down in the cart.

“Michael, Wha-” she stopped and left her angry face to turn to a smile. “Hi! Are you Michael's friend?” she asked looking down at the boy with wide eyes.

“Mom. No, I just met her.” he said and she nodded then looked down at me and smiled.

“Are your parents here?” she asked. The boy looked at me, his mouth a little open with a twinkle in his eye.

“No.” I said and the lady frowned then looked down at her son, who just shrugged.

“Well how about you come home with us?” the boy asked and looking up at his mom hopeful. She widened her eyes about to say something when someone intervened.

“Mommy please! She's a girl, we can be friends!” the young girl with pony tails, said letting go of her brothers hand to hug her moms legs. The lady sighed putting her hand on the young girls head.

“Okay. But tomorrow we are calling the station so they can do something. I'm only doing this because according to Carol the chief hasn't been in all day. I only want to go to him with this.” she said and the boy smiled turning his to me.

* * *

The boy, the young girl, and I went to the car while the lady finished shopping as the boy so said.

“Friend?” I asked remembering what the young girl called me. The boy turned to me furrowing his eyebrows then he raised them realizing what I meant.

“Friend... It's someone you would do anything for. Like someone you can lend comic books to and stuff. They never break a promise.” he said, eyes wide and a smile plastered on his face. I nodded but then furrowed my eyebrows.

“Promise?” I asked and he nodded.

“Promise is something that you can't break. Ever.” he said and I nodded then he smiled.

“Mikey!” the young girl sang from her seat in the vehicle, breaking me and Mike's gaze from each other.

“Yeah Holly?” he asked looking at the young girl now.

“I'm here to you know... It's not just you and your girlfriend.” she said smiling. The boys cheeks got bright red.

“She's not my girlfriend Holly!” he said tickling her before she yelled out in laughter.

“Okay, okay!” she yelled still smiling her face bright pink.

“Sorry about her.” he said his face the same color as the young girl.

“What's your name?” the girl said swinging her feet. I held out my arm and the boy gasped grabbing it.

“Is that real?” he asked before I pulled away my arm. “Oh sorry, I've just never seen a kid have one.” he said smiling. “Can I see again?” he asked, the young girl behind him leaning in.

“Yes.” I said then held out my arm. There eyebrows both furrowed. I put back my arm and the girls mouth opened.

“Eleven is that you?” he asked and I nodded. He didn't ask anymore questions he just smiled. “How about we call you El, for short. Like my name is Michael but I go by Mike.” he said then I nodded.

“El.” I said and he nodded smiling, his hair going in his eyes.

* * *

They arrived at a big white house after a long silent car ride.

“Okay sweetie, how about you sleep in the basement. There is a fort in there right Michael?” she asked and the boy nodded.

“El can borrow some of my clothes mom.” Mike said and his mom nodded then he grabbed my hand and lead me up the stairs. As he grabbed my hand I felt my face get hot for some unknown reason.

“Here's my room.” he said, both of us walking in. He went to a big dresser opening some drawers but I started wandering around. I looked at a picture of him with some other boys. I turned around to see a small green figure on a short table.

“Oh him.” he said grabbing the figure. “That's Yoda he can move things with his mind.” he said knocking something off the table. I turned my head to see the tall woman at the door.

“El honey did you find some clothes?” asked the woman and Mike nodded handing me a pile of clothes. “Here come with me, you can change in the bathroom.” she said then I walked over to her following her down a long hallway.

She pointed into a room and turned on the light. “Here honey.” she said then I walked in, her closing the door. As she walked down the hallway I walked over to the door and opened it slightly. Once it was open I started changing.

Once I finished putting on the new clothes I walked out of the room to see Mike talking to Holly as he held her hand. They walked into a room that was filled with the same shade of Mikes face earlier.

“Goodnight Mikey!” she said cuddling into the blankets.

“Goodnight princess Holly!” he said then bent down and pressed his lips softly on her forehead. As he left the room he saw her peeking in and his face started to match the room.

“El!” he said walking out of the room over to me. He smiled then looked down at my clothes and chuckled.

“Goodnight El!” Holly said from her room then Mike closed the door and looked back at me.

“My clothes are a little big on you.” he said chuckling. He grabbed my hand and yet again my face got warm. As he walked he lead me down the stairs and to the kitchen. We walked in the kitchen to see the tall woman grabbing a glass of water.

She saw our hands and her eyebrows raised, she smiled but he still didn't let go of my hand.

“Mom I'm going to go show El where she is sleeping tonight.” he said and his mom hummed taking a drink of water. He lead me down to a big room downstairs.

“Well this is the basement. And here is where you will sleep. Sorry its not the best but I can get it all comfortable for you.” he said letting go of my hand and walking over to a small crawl space made out of blankets and fixing the pillows.

“Bed.” I said walking over to the crawl space and sitting inside, putting the blanket on my lap.

He sat down in front of me. “Well I guess, it's technically called a fort. But tonight I guess it is your bed.” he said then I nodded.

“Fort.” I muttered under my breath and Mike nodded.

“Yeah well... Goodnight El!” he said then got up and gave a small wave.

“Goodnight Mike!” I said smiling.

* * *

Hopper walked into his house after a long day at the doctors getting the glass out of his arm. He now had a bandage on him arm keeping any blood from getting out. He took off his jacket and set it on the couch. He noticed that something was missing. Eleven.

“Hey kid, I'm home!” he said looking around the house now. No response. “Kid!” he said walking into her room. She wasn't in the house. She ran away. He was about to go run outside when he heard a knock on the door. He practically ran to the door, opening it.

“Hey Hopper!” a short woman with thick brown curls chirped.

“Hey Flo. What are you doing here?” he said looking behind her for Eleven.

“Just thought I would check on you and the little lady.” she said now walking in. He closed the door behind her. She searched around the room before turning to him, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Where is the little lady?” she asked and Hopper rubbed his forehead.

“She... She ran away.” he finally said and her mouth opened.

“What? You let Eleven run away?” she said and Hopper breathed in.

“I know Flo I'm sorry, I didn't kn-” he stopped mid-sentence and looked at her, mouth opened. “How did you know her name was Eleven?” he asked taking a step towards her.

“Come on Hop, you told me.” she said taking a step back but Hopper just kept on walking forward as she went backward.

“No I didn't.” he said taking a step forward again before Flo stopped.

“Hopper seriously you couldn't have just let it go.” she said voice deep. Then Hopper grabbed her arms and put them behind her back.

“Do you work for Hawkins Lab?” he asked pushing her hands toward her back.

“Yes. I've been on the inside this entire time. You didn't suspect a thing.” she said almost laughing then Hopper released one of his hands the other holding hers together. He grabbed his handcuffs and put them on her wrists.

“You are under arrest for working for Hawkins lab.” he said then took her outside. After all he was the chief he could do whatever he wanted.

#eleven fanfiction #Eleven fanic #Eleven au #Eleven #El #Jane ives #Jane hopper #stranger things #st #stranger things 2 #st 2 #stranger things 3 #st 3 #stranger things fanfic #st fanfic

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niall-is-my-dream · 7 years ago

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Jealousy - part one

You popped the plastic storage box down on the floor of the lift and pressed the number three button. When the lift door open you heaved the box back up into your arms, and made your way across the hall to the front door to your left.

You pressed the doorbell and heard footsteps approach. The door flung open and instead of seeing Willie stood there, it was Niall.

"Hey gorgeous! Didn't expect to see you, thought you were back Sunday?" You asked.

"Got back this morning, I'd finished everything I needed to do and I wanted to surprise you and be back for your birthday night out." He replied smiling.

"Yay, so glad you're back for it! Wouldn't have been the same without you."

"What's with the box?" He asked.

"Oh god, can I come and put these down, they are so fucking heavy! Then I can give you a hug. Have missed you Horan!" You smiled.

You walked in to the living room and popped the box down at the end of the sofa. "These are some vinyls I said I'd lend to Willie. He said he'd be back by now, thought it would be him answering the door."

"Willie text about an hour ago to say he would be late, some fuck up at work" Niall explained.

You leaned in for a hug, you'd not seen each other for three weeks as Niall had been in at his house in LA. He embraced you snuggling into your neck and lifting you off your feet. He placed you back down and pulled away giving you a kiss on your forehead. "Missed you" he whispered. "Missed you to" you whispered back.

You and Niall had been friends for a few years, but since his hiatus with one direction he'd been around a lot more, although he did go to LA every few weeks to work but never for long. This 3 weeks had been the longest he'd been away since though, and you'd got used to him being around. You'd gotten really close this last year but had never let anything go further than the odd snuggle on the sofa watching a film although you'd wanted it to. He was your friend, and if he'd wanted more you were sure he would've asked you out by now or made a move on you.

"Working late on a Friday, that's pretty shit. Doesn't matter I'll leave them here for him if that's ok?"

"Yeah of course" he replied. "You got plans tonight, I'm just starting dinner? Want to join me?" He asked gesturing towards the kitchen.

You hesitated.

"Chicken stir fry, and I've got wine!" He said smiling.

"Oh go then, as long as I'm not intruding?" You replied laughing.

"Right you park that sexy backside of yours up here and watch me try my best Jamie Oliver impression!" He said patting one of the stools at the breakfast bar laughing.

"Ha! Cheeky!" You said winking at him as you sat up on the stool.

"Can't help it, those jeans of yours are incredibly tight and your arse just looked amazing bending over to put that box down!" He said with a smirk whilst pouring you a glass of wine.

"Stop flirting and start cooking Horan!"

He laughed as he started chopping up an onion ready for the stir fry.

"So how have you been then?" He asked.

You'd text a few times whilst he was away but hadn't been able to have a proper long chat since before he went away. So you filled him in on the office gossip from work which he loved to hear about and told him about the new guy Josh.

"So is this Josh guy good looking then?" He asked.

"Um he's ok I suppose, he mentioned going out for a drink sometime but I'm not sure that will happen"

"What like a date?" Niall said surprised.

"Yeah I think so."

"A date date or just a date?" He said stopping what he was doing and sipping some of his beer.

"What's the difference?!" You asked laughing at him and then taking a big sip of wine.

"Well a date is 2 friends going out and being just friends and a date date is where he's interested in what you have for breakfast?" He said with a serious face.

"Fucking hell I've been out of this dating game too long, I literally have no idea what the fucking hell that all means!" You said laughing. " I'm not sure I'm interested in him anyway to be honest."

Niall continued to chop up the veg whilst the chicken cooked in the pan, occasionally stopping to sip his beer. He'd just made the atmosphere really awkward, why did he care if you dated Josh? You were about to make this conversation even more awkward. You put your empty wine glass down on the work top.

"Why, you jealous?" You asked him feeling gutsy after your one glass of wine.

"Maybe" he said catching your gaze winking.

Fuck, you didn't know what to say to that. That wasn't the answer you were expecting. He didn't say anything as he went to the fridge to get a beer and get the bottle of wine. He refilled your glass, still no words escaped his mouth.

"Good to know" you replied finally smiling.

Silence filled the air again.

"So how was your trip? Get some writing done?" You asked desperate to ease the awkwardness.

"Yeah had some good sessions, feels like its coming together finally."

He dished up the stir fry whilst you jumped down from your stool and got some cutlery out of the drawer. You laid the table and Niall joined you with the food. It looked delicious. "Wow looks good Niall" you said.

He sat down at the head of the table and you to his right. You continued to catch up about what had been happening in London while he was away. The whole date/josh/jealous conversation forgotten. You ate and drank and laughed together like you always did.

You helped clear the table and while Niall loaded the dishwasher you got out the wine topped up your glass finishing the bottle and grabbed Niall another beer. You went to help wipe down the work top when he stopped you. "Go sit down, I'll finish up. Go find one of those shit rom com's you like!" He said laughing.

"Hey my rom com's are not shit, you said you loved The Vow when we watched it last month."

"No I liked watching you swoon over Channing Tatum, plus Rachel McAdams is cute!" He said laughing.

" I can't even deny that, I was proper fan girling him!" You replied chuckling. "Oohhh lets watch Magic Mike!"

"Fuck off! I love you but that's a big no!" He said.

Trying to not react to the love word you sat facing the tv pretending to be looking at what was on. He meant it as a friend but your heart still raced.

"Um how about The Inbetweeners then, the first film?" You called out to him in the kitchen.

"That's hilarious that one, get it set up, I'll just finish up here. Be 1 minute."

You got the film ready and then Niall appeared from the kitchen carrying a bag of m& ms. "You just ate!" You said as he sat right next to you, putting his right arm around your shoulders. " I know but its a film so you need snacks. I'll even share with you!" He said smiling. "Ha! Thanks." You replied.

You started the film and put your feet up on the coffee table next to Nialls. He kept jiggling his feet and knocking them against yours. "God you're such a fidget!" You said laughing. "No just trying to play footsie with you!" He said winking. "Whatever" you replied.

The film was hilarious, you were both howling with laughter, you even had to cover your eyes at some of it. The 3 glasses of wine now having slowly gone to your head you had the major giggles!

"Oh god I need to go to the loo before I wee my pants" you said getting up.

"Yes please go I don't really want you weeing on my sofa!"

When you got back from the loo Niall had opened another bottle of wine and refilled your glass. "Oh god I can't drink anymore I'll never make it in my house! The neighbours will find me lying on my front steps!"

"Stay here then, saves you coming back in the morning for your car. I assume you drove here with that massive box."

"Yeah I did, I'll be ok , I'll have this one and then I'll call a taxi when the film is over." You said sitting down.

"You don't have to, you know you can sleep here. You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa."

You hesitated.

"Ok if you're sure?"

"Yes, just get cosy again and watch the film. I was enjoying the cuddles." He said smiling at you.

You got comfy again leaning in to his chest, sipping your wine. Your feet were up on the coffee table next to his again and he looped your feet in with his. It felt comfortable and natural to sit with him like this.

Just then you heard the door open, Willie walked in looking exhausted. "This looks cosy, am I interrupting something?!" He said with a smirk.

"Shut up, we are just watching a film. There's stir fry in the microwave for you, thought you might want it. Grab a beer and join us. I'll have one while you're there" Niall added.

"You ok for a drink Claire?" Willie asked. "Yes thanks babe" you replied.

Willie brought over beers and his food and he ate in silence whilst you all watched the film occasionally laughing at a scene.

"I'm going to bed" Willie said after he'd finished his food "work was awful this week and I can't wait for tomorrow night. Bit of partying for your birthday Claire"

"I know I'm looking forward to it." You replied.

Willie left the living room and headed off to his bedroom leaving you and Niall alone once more. By the time the film ended it was late. Niall was already snoozing on the sofa, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder snuggling up to you.

"Babe we should go to bed" you whispered to him.

"Mmm ok" he replied his eyes still closed. Clearly not wanting to move.

"Come on , we can kip in together in your bed." You said.

His eyes opened "oh can we?! I like the sound of you being in my bed."

"Calm down Horan! I didn't mean like that."

"Ok maybe some more cuddling then, little bit of spooning?!"

"Maybe!" You said giggling "Come on."

You got up to turn off the tv while Niall turned the lights off everywhere before you both walked towards his bedroom. "Can I borrow a t shirt to sleep in please?" You asked.

"What you don't sleep naked?!" He asked.

"No I don't and you're not either, you dirty boy!"

He passed you a t shirt whilst he went into the bathroom laughing away to himself. You took off your earrings and undid your jeans, slipping them off. You then pulled off your shirt and folded your clothes placing them on the chair in the corner of his room. You turned around to walk back to the bed where the t shirt he gave you lay when Niall came out of the bathroom wearing just his black boxer shorts. You instantly attempted to cover yourself up.

"What you doing that for? I've seen you in a bikini before its no different to that." He said laughing at your awkwardness.

"Its not the same! My bikini is not as revealing as this."

"I don't know that blue one you wore the last time you were at mine in LA was pretty skimpy"

"Niall!"

"What it was?!"

You walked over to the bed, picking up the t-shirt and putting it on laughing. You put your hands up behind your back unhooking your bra and then taking it off under your shirt. You could see Niall looking at you out the corner of his eye as he got into bed.

"I can't sleep in my bra it's uncomfortable" you say seeing him looking.

"Didn't say anything" he said turning off the bedside lamp.

"I know but I saw you looking."

"Difficult not to."

"Niall stop your drunken flirting and move over!" You said climbing into bed with him.

"Hey you said flirting was ok! Bit of cuddling, bit of spooning!" He laughed as he turned over to face you.

You weren't sure if your cheeks were flushed from the four glasses of wine or from him flirting. The lights were off now so there was no way he could see.

You laid there facing each other chatting, you could feel him close to you. You wanted nothing more than to reach out to him. He must have felt the same as he moved closer and placed a hand on your hip. He moved the hem of your t-shirt up so that his hand was placed skin to skin. You moved your hand up to place it on his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. This felt way more intimate than you'd ever been with him. You were close friends and you wondered if this was too much.

You lost yourself in thought as you both fell asleep, snuggling up to each other.

Part two

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/168212761328/jealousy-chapter-two

#niallsmut #niall horan #niall fan fic #niall imagine #jealousy part one #Niall smut #emily writes

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dcbicki · 7 years ago

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Do dan/amy with #1

1. Things you said to me at 1AM | Post s-6, in which Amy is eight months pregnant, there's a crib that needs building, and Dan is a complete fucking tool.

(Bitch, I went well over a thousand words with this, so… thanks for that.)

Arriving home, she hadn’t expected to see a couple dozen boxes - some smaller, some larger - littering the rooms of the apartment.

“Dan!” She’d called out, hoping to find her roomate-come-baby-daddy-but-definitely-not-partner nearby. He’d called to say he’d be home early. And it’s gone twelve, so where the fuck-

“In the other room.”

She’d found him crouching down on the floor, all jeans and crinkled shirt, holding up two pieces of white wood.

The crib. Right.

She’s been here ever since, in a room bound to become a nursery, watching him toy around with the unassembled pieces of the child’s bed.

“You know, Catherine and Marjorie just ordered theirs. And it came pre-built.” She clicks her tongue, types some shit into her phone, looks over at Dan, “Then again, they aren’t as fucking extra as you.”

“I’m not gonna be fuckin’ upstaged by a sophomore lesbian and her backup sperm donor.”

Amy rolls her eyes, tries to avoid cracking a smile, “At least she chose the baby’s genes.” She doesn’t bring up the fact that Dan was the original donor, “This baby’ll probably come out with a head full of gel, clutching a fucking iPad.”

She holds her phone until her knuckles turn white - nothing new there - as if to demonstrate her point. Then she crosses her legs, and lets it drop (odd) into her lap, keeping a straight face as she watches him.

It’s past midnight, and they’re still no closer to having the fucking crib built.

“Remind me again why you didn’t just let the delivery guy do it instead?”

There’s a hex key, a couple dozen pieces of varnished white wood, and some bits and pieces laid out on the floor. They’ve been there for about an hour and half, and Dan doesn’t seem to have even built one side of the fucking thing.

“I’m not having some white trash truck driver’s grubby hands all over my kid’s bed, alright? Fuck, do you really want those kinda germs hanging around the apartment?” He scowls.

Yeah. Sure. That’s it. He’s such a cheapskate when he wants to be.

“I can build a fuckin’ crib, Amy. Jesus.” He grumbles, tosses down a wrench (she’s pretty sure he doesn’t need a wrench), and rests his hands on his hips, untucking the shirt from his pants. “You wanna give it a shot?”

“Because you can’t?” The blonde raises a brow, smirks, “No. It’s actually kinda fun watching you struggle.” She reasons, crosses her legs comfortably, sitting Indian style.

“Oh, yeah?”

Amy hums, nods her head and leans back in the rocking chair. It’s uncomfortable as all hell, but Sophie suggested they buy one. (And she listened why?)

“Even Mike can handle a little DIY, for fuck’s sake.”

“Yeah, well, that neanderthal was around when they were still making tools out of wood so that’s not surprising, Ames.”

She grins, “Hell, I’m sure even Jonah could do it if you gave him a tutorial.”

The daggers he shoots her make her smile widen, and Amy raises both brows at his retort, “Fuck you.”

Dan bites at his bottom lip for a second, wipes the bridge of his nose with his wrist. (As though he’s been working hard. Please.)

There are two slats of wood at his feet, perpendicular and screwed together. It’s the most he’s done so far. (Is that even right?) She could probably have the thing built in ten - no, twenty - minutes or so, but she won’t lend a hand. Fuck no.

He said he could do it. He can prove himself. Besides, it’s really kind of amusing to her to watch him fail miserably. Then again, he hasn’t exactly been trying very hard.

Reaching down, Dan picks up the instruction sheet, balls it up in his fist before tossing it in the box the unbuilt crib arrived in. They had a bunch of furniture unloaded several hours ago, but so far none of it has been constructed.

Luckily she’s only eight months along, and they’ve still got some weeks to go before the little fucker arrives.

“Well, that’s good. Now what are you gonna do?” Amy teases, leans back so the chair sways back and forth, creaking against the hardwood floors of their apartment. Damn him for making her move in with him. “I mean you couldn’t even build it with instructions, so now-”

Dan holds up a finger, lifts both brows confidently. “I’m waiting for a moment of genius.”

“We don’t have all night.”

“You got a better idea, Mom of the Year?”

“Yeah. You could call the store, and they’d send someone out to do it.”

“It’s one in the fuckin’ morning. What kinda service do you think they’re providing, Amy? Fuck.”

“Not right now, you fuckwit.” Amy frowns, rolls her eyes and head back so she’s staring at the ceiling. How did that mark get- “I’ll call them first thing in the morning.”

“No.” He damn near cuts her off, walking over until he’s stood in front of her, resting both hands on the sides of the chair. “No, you won’t. Because I’m gonna get this thing done, even if it kills me.”

“Wow, you really don’t like sucking at stuff, do you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You knew that already.”

“True.” She agrees, lowers her gaze to meet his, but she keeps her head titled back, hands running along the armrests of the chair, carefully avoiding touching his hands, “I don’t want you to overexert yourself to death, though. I mean, you didsay you’d help out with the kid. And you did promise that I could be the one to kill you when you’re ninety if you haven’t already died of natural causes.”

“Well, Amy, this is me helping out with the kid.”

She snorts back a laugh, “Really? Because it looks like this is just you trying to prove yourself. No need to compensate for anything, Dan. I’ve already seen your dick. It just about does the trick.”

“Just about?” He stands up straight, traces of a smirk beginning to form on his face.

Ah, yes. One of his three facial expressions. Disgust, confidence, terror. She likes imaging which face he’ll make when she gives birth.

Amy shoots him a look à la ‘Shut the fuck up and get on with it’. Looking up through long lashes, she notes how he hasn’t moved, is still towering over her. “Are you going to fucking build it or not, asshole?”

“Are you gonna fuck me if I do?”

“God, you’re a child.”

“No, Amy. I’m a man who would like some recognition for his hard work.”

Wait. Did he- That fuck weasel.

“Have you been screwing me this whole time?”

Dan smirks, wider than before, and he shrugs, nonchalant, “Maybe. That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’ve wasted over an hour of my life by pretending to be bad at something you can apparently do, because it was kind of fun to witness your would-be emasculation anyway. But, no. I’m not going to fuck you. Jesus Christ, you were just playing me like one of your little college bimbos.”

“Ames, you know I gave up sleeping with other women for you.” He tilts his head to the side, all proud and smug, like it’s a massive accomplishment. She wouldn’t believe him if it weren’t for the fact that she threatened to chop his dick off, and she knew just how much he treasured King Danny - God, that name - and he knew just how serious she was with her threat.

“But I still don’t wanna be upstaged by Catherine and her side-bitches.” His eyes crinkle then - is that a fucking smile? - and Amy can only frown. “I guess I just have more interest in getting our new bed up and ready instead.”

They don’t even have a new bed to build, so what the fuck is he getting it ready for-

“Oh, fuck, no.”

She pulls a face, shakes her head, stands up and goes to walk off all in the flash of a second - because fuck him - until his hand catches her elbow. It’s gentle, and she kind of hates him for it. Then again, she’s eight fucking months pregnant and he’s not a complete animal.

“Amy.”

“Fuck, Dan. I can’t believe you ever roped me into this in the first place.”

“Into fucking?”

“Into moving in with you, you goddamn unflushable turd.”

“You love it.” He smirks - because of course he does - and Amy hates herself for smiling back.

“I don’t love you, though.”

“You like me more than you like anybody else.” He reasons, steps closer until she’s flush against him, all bump and breasts. Fuck.

“Yeah, well, I’m the only person that you like, so-”

“Yeah. You are.”

It’s one o'clock in the fucking morning, which means they should be sleeping, not having a heart to heart. Or, well, a… discussion pertaining to matters of the heart had either of them possessed a heart?

“I do like you, Amy.” He grins, reaches for her chin.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you love me.”

“Fuck you.” She steps back, wills herself to ignore his lingering gaze, “Build the fucking crib, asshole.”

“Are you going to bed?”

“Yeah. You’re not welcome to join.”

“After I build this fuckin’ IKEA piece of crap?”

She comes back into the room to pick up her abandoned phone, shoots him a brief look before spinning back around, knowingly letting his eyes dance along her back and ass, “If you can build it in the next twenty, no… ten minutes.”

“I can do it in five.”

Amy rolls her eyes down the hallway, waves a hand behind her, rests her free hand on her stomach, “Your dad’s a fucking moron.”

#juliaslouisdreyfus #fic*#dan x amy #dan egan #amy brookheimer #veep #veep fic #ship: dan x amy

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