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#im not hosting 3+ dinner parties for at least 2 months#its sm fun but lord iv hosted enough dinners in the span of a month#tbh i dont even think ill have time to host anything until mid march#but. who is gonna come clean my kitchen 4 me#while i eat leftover carrot cake#nd slices of apple
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my cards are on the table
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: family dinner and @steddiebingo prompt: matchmaker | rating: t | cw: 999 | tags: different first meeting, pre season 4, matchmaker wayne munson, soft boys
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Christmas at the Munson’s consists of early dinner on Christmas Eve and opening presents on Christmas morning once Wayne comes back from work.
It’s been that way since Eddie moved in so when Wayne opens Eddie’s door to tell him to wash up before dinner and casually says he invited someone, Eddie is puzzled.
“You– what?”
“Kid, you gotta stop listening to your music so loud,” Wayne says gruffly, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.
“And you need to explain why you invited someone to dinner!” Eddie demands, narrowing his eyes. “Is it a woman? Are you seeing someone, old man?”
“Not a woman, son, just a kid who does deliveries to the plant sometimes. His folks ain’t gonna be around for Christmas so I invited him over.”
Eddie’s lips press into a thin line. He’s known his uncle is a good man since he took him in. He loves him for it. He just wishes it didn’t mean he has to spend Christmas with a stranger.
“Fine, but I’m not dressing up just because someone is coming over!”
“Suit yourself, son, but I think you might wanna.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Why?” Wayne just shrugs and leaves. “Why?” He repeats but gets no response.
Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and after whining about how this is Wayne’s guest so he should be the one to get the door, Eddie sighs and opens it to reveal–
“Steve Harrington?” Eddie shakes off the shock and flashes him a mocking grin. “Well, well, well, what are you doing on the wrong side of town, Your Highness? Did you get lost?”
The title makes Steve’s nose wrinkle but he lets it slide. “Actually, your uncle invited me.”
Eddie’s jaw drops. “You’re our guest?”
With a shrug, Steve makes a ta-da! gesture. Eddie stares blankly at him.
“Um, are you gonna let me in, Munson, or–” he trails off, hanging a hand from his neck.
“Ed? Is that the Harrington boy?” Wayne asks, snapping Eddie out of it.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, come in, man.”
Steve gives him an awkward smile and steps inside.
After shaking Wayne’s hand, he politely asks if he can help and Wayne instructs him to fill three glasses with water. The sight of King Steve with his fancy green sweater and his perfect hair rummaging around their kitchen is so shocking that Eddie wonders if he fell into some alternate dimension. He’s glad that, despite his claim, he put on a red flannel and decent jeans instead of just sweatpants and a shirt with holes in it like he planned.
Still, Wayne could’ve done a better job warning him.
Not that Eddie wants to look good for Harrington or anything.
“Ed, get a chair for Steve,” Wayne says and Eddie dutifully brings the chair they almost never use to the table.
“Thanks,” Steve says, smiling softly.
Eddie isn’t used to pretty boys being nice to him so that’s the only reason why he falters, mumbling a you’re welcome and grabbing the seat furthest from Steve. Considering their table is small, it’s not far enough.
Dinner goes- surprisingly well, actually. Steve and Wayne talk about sports while Eddie rolls his eyes and makes comments about sport culture and conformity. He expects Steve to act annoyed like jocks do when he starts ranting, but he smiles amusedly instead.
And no, that doesn’t make Eddie’s stomach flutter.
After the sports talk, Wayne asks Eddie about his band. He expects Steve to tune him out since he probably doesn’t care what a freak like him does in his free time but he perks up, eyes going wide.
“A band? That’s cool, man!” He says and then starts throwing questions at him about the band’s name and the type of music they play. He even says he’d love to see them play someday.
Wayne’s knowing smile when Eddie blushes thankfully goes unnoticed by Steve.
When they’re done eating, Steve goes to his car to grab something while Wayne and Eddie clean up.
“Really? You couldn’t mention that our guest was Steve?”
“So you could lock yourself in your room? You’re the reason I invited him, boy.”
Eddie gasps. “This was a set up!”
“About time you brought a boy home.”
“Except I didn’t!” Eddie sputters. “You did.”
“You’re welcome.”
Steve comes back then, clearing his throat. “I know you do presents in the morning, but I still wanted to bring something.”
He gives Wayne a bottle of whiskey that probably costs more than his van and a small bag to Eddie. Inside, there’s a Beholder miniature.
“How did you–”
Steve starts rambling. “I know that you run that nerd club and this kid I know is obsessed with that game so I asked him what would be a nice gift for someone like you. He probably thought I was getting it for him and might be disappointed but–”
“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie interrupts once he finally finds his words.
Steve gives him a shy smile. And maybe this one makes his heart stutter.
When all they do is stare at each other, Wayne clears his throat.
Flustered, Steve announces he’s heading out. “Thanks for inviting me. I haven’t had a Christmas dinner in years.”
“You’re welcome, kid,” Wayne says. “Ed, will you see him out? Gotta get ready for my shift.”
“Sure, old man.”
At the door, Steve hesitates. “Sorry I crashed your Christmas dinner. Your uncle wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
Eddie snorts, fiddling with the figurine. “He’s a stubborn old man.”
“Not that I didn’t have fun,” he quickly adds, “I did.”
“Yeah, uh, me too.”
Steve’s pink tongue darts out along his bottom lip.
“Like, enough fun that I could do it again.”
Eddie stops fidgeting and blinks at him. “Hang out with me and my uncle?”
“Or just you,” Steve says and he looks– almost nervous.
Oh.
There’s no denying the butterflies in his stomach this time. “Yeah,” Eddie says, watching Steve start to smile. “I’d like that.”
#steddie#steddie fic#steddieholidaydrabbles#steddiebingo2025#look at wayne getting a boy for his boy!#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fic#monse writes
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The storm comes to a head late at night in the form of knocking at his front door. It's muffled, but the space is small enough for him to hear. Confused, he closes his book to have a peek at his porch. He doesn't see anyone, but the weird knocking continues, followed by scratching. That eases his worries immediately and he opens up the door without much thought. Sure enough, his dog friend is sitting on the porch.
"What are you doing here this late?" Eddie asks, looking around as if the owner could show up out of the darkness with pitchforks and accusations. He moves to the side. "Come in, I don't think Steve wants to see me anyway. Leave as much hair as you want." Eddie smiles dryly at the dog.
Without a word, well, obviously, it's a dog, but without even a look in his direction, the dog moves towards his bedroom.
"Came in for sleepy cuddles, huh?" Eddie chuckles to himself. He latches back the door and moves towards the kitchen to grab a snack for himself and the dog. He's putting an extra slice of ham on a plate when a voice startles him, coming in from the closed doors to his bedroom.
Unmistakably human. Unmistakably Steve's.
"Uh, Eddie? Can I borrow some pants?"
Eddie's brain reruns a whole passage on mimics from his monster manual. Then on faeries and demons and goes straight into thoughts of Demogorgons. His walkie is in the bedroom.
"Eddie?"
He does the next best thing and grabs the heaviest pan he can find.
"I can hear you man," Steve's voice comes with a sigh when he approaches the door. "I swear it's me and I'm sorry for scaring you, I'll explain everything in a minute." Eddie lowers the pan. "But I'd really like to be wearing pants while I do that."
The request is weird enough to settle his nerves and finally open the door. And sure enough, there is Steve Harrington, butt-naked save for the blanket he wrapped himself in.
"What the fuck?" Eddie risks speaking up, his grip on the panhandle tightening. He glances towards his window. It's closed and all the trinkets on the sill below remain untouched. "Where's my dog?" he asks next, eyes dropping to the floor.
"Come on, man." Steve's fingers twist in the fabric of the blanket, and his face is a picture of pure distress.
Eddie decides to show some mercy and, not taking his eyes off the intruder, inches his way to the dresser where he fishes out that one pair of hand-me-down sweats he's never fully grown into. They should be big enough to fit Harrington's ass. If that even was him.
He throws the pants at Steve, who fumbles to catch them while keeping the blanket covering him up. They stare at each other for a long while until Steve raises his eyebrows expectantly.
"You gonna turn around or...?"
Eddie shakes his head stubbornly. He crosses his arms for good measure, despite the pan making it awkward and uncomfortable.
"I'm only half convinced you're not a mimic. Or a Vecna hallucination. So no, I'm not turning my back on you," he scoffs.
Steve's eyes widen at the mention of their last demonic opponent. He seems to understand Eddie's reservations a little bit better.
"I swear I'm not," he says softer, looking guilty for scaring his friend even further than he already had. "I'm sorry for freaking you out," he continues, turning around himself. The blanket drops and Eddie never had another butt-ass naked man in his bedroom before. Golden boy Steve, too, among his band posters and trailer trash glory? A truly poetic sight.
"I just had to come clean."
Steve bends over and the sweats don't get pulled up fast enough for Eddie to miss the twin moles on his right cheek.
He turns back around quickly, scratching his forearm self-consciously.
"Dustin's right, I'm just making it more difficult than it has to be."
Okay, so maybe involving Henderson didn't backfire as badly as Eddie feared. On the other hand, he had half-naked Steve Harrington, squirming uncomfortably at his place, so it was hard to tell.
"Well, I'm here and listening, so you can go any moment now," Eddie prompts him, leaning against his desk. He observes Steve open and close his mouth hesitantly, and rolls his eyes. "Okay, kitchen," he commands, straightening up. When Steve doesn't move, he points at the door with his pan. "You go first, I don't trust that you're not gonna turn into something else."
Steve has made half a step when his eyes widen.
"You figured it out?"
Eddie raises his eyebrows, pan twisting in his grip half-threateningly.
"So you are a mimic?"
"I don't know what a mimic is!" Steve groans, frustrated. "I just turn into a dog."
At first Eddie's ready to scoff, maybe throw the pan at him, but as he studies Steve's expression, he frowns. Slowly, he connects the dots in his brain.
"You've been the dog all this time?"
Steve nods.
"That's why I never saw you? Because you were right there, turned into a fucking dog?" he asks incredulously.
"Yeah," Steve admits, folding in on himself like he wanted to disappear.
Eddie puts the pan aside and starts pulling his rings off, one by one. Steve eyes him warily, and it takes him a moment to speak up.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
Eddie looks him calmly in the eye.
"I'm going to punch you now, and I don't want to cut you up."
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#steddie#werewolf steve harrington#shapeshifter steve harrington#wereshifter au#mine#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fanfiction
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Be my Valentine?
pairing: daryl x f!reader
wc: 8k
warnings: 18+ content, carol being daryls wingwoman, daryls crazy shy and a loser (lovingly), second person but also you see a lot of daryls thoughts, shacking up, fingering, p-in-v unprotected, little bit of overstimulation, honestly this is just bad i apologize.
summary: daryl asks you out for valentines’s day.
A/N: smut fic and chapter 4 of a rugged muse will be up soon!!!!!! im dead ass extremely soryr this took me a week so ignore the fact that this fic is ass i am stressed out of my mind. i have so many fic ideas GENUINELY but i think i just make a lot of wips and then forget… and please please dont think im abandoning a rugged muse, school has just been really stressful on top of other stuff and im trying my best to shit out stuff for yall to read.
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“So are you asking her out for Valentines?” Daryl’s head turned to the grey haired woman who was baking up whatever she could make out of flour… and water. Carol raised a brow at him to which he scoffed, shaking his head and returning his attention to cleaning his arrows.
“Dun’ know wha’ yer talkin’ abou’,” he grumbled, kicking his feet up onto the counter. Carol sighed, swatting his feet off.
“Come on, I see the way you look at (Y/N).” Daryl glared at Carol and sat up straight, huffing.
“’s not like tha’,” he watched her stir the flour mixture with a look of curiosity and disgust. The woman rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself, finally adding some sort of seasoning to whatever she was making.
“She likes you too,” Carol hummed while grabbing a dish to pour the concoction in. Daryl sighed, leaning back in his chair as he thought it over. There was no way. No way that you would see him like that, he was just a sleazy red neck. You were completely out of his league, you two were too different.
“Nah,” he shook his head and stood up, taking his arrows before making his way to his basement bedroom.
“Just think about it!” He shook his head as he heard Carol call after him, walking down the stairs and into his bedroom. Daryl threw his arrows onto the couch, taking his vest off while entering the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned. No way.
You were too sweet, so full of life. So pretty, so soft spoken. Compared to him you were an angel. You liking a guy like him was close to impossible. Nevertheless, Daryl looked into the mirror, trying to crack a smile.
“Hey…” Daryl’s cheeks flushed, this was stupid. His hands landed on the edge of the sink counter, dipping his head down as he tried to compose himself. He looked back up, trying a soft smile this time. “Do ya wanna be my Valentine?” He groaned and stepped away from the mirror, “bullshit.”
Daryl frustratingly stepped out of his clothes and into the shower, turning the tap on cold. He closed his eyes as he let his thoughts run around in his head. Asking you out would be nice… but so embarrassing.
His shower ended quicker than anticipated, his towel hanging over his shoulders as he left the bathroom. He picked out a black button up and some clean pants, so basically his usual attire. He ruffled his hair in the towel before tossing it into the hamper, and made his way back upstairs.
His hair was still damp and hung around his eyes as he walked into the kitchen where the fresh smell of bread filled his nostrils.
“Ya made bread?” Daryl furrowed his brows as he grabbed a glass of water, hearing Carol snicker.
“I did, someone’s here for you.” Daryl placed his glass down, turning to her. His eyes quickly met yours and he immediately brushed his hair back, cursing silently to himself.
You looked perfect just sitting there at the counter, your eyes wide as you took in his appearance. It made him feel slightly insecure to be quite honest, but he also noticed how there was some sort of admiration in your gaze. You both kind of stared at each other, just taking each other in. Carol watched this whole thing, clearing her throat.
“Okay… I’m gonna let you guys do your thing, bread’s still hot so don’t eat it.” Carol winked at Daryl before exiting the kitchen. Daryl practically rolled his eyes at the wink but quickly recovered. He looked back over at you, noticing how you rubbed your hands together. He knew that was some sort of grounding technique you used when you were anxious, so why were you feeling anxious right now? He rubbed his chin, and grabbed his glass while walking over to you. You straightened up, offering him a soft smile. His adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and sat down next to you.
He discreetly looked you up and down, but you noticed, and it made you even more anxious. Daryl took a sip of his water, unsure if he should speak first.
“So—”
“I wan—”
You both spoke at the same time, reverting back to awkward silence. Daryl huffed, drinking more water and felt slightly more self conscious about how loud he swallowed. You on the other hand, stared off to the side, wishing you also had some water to wet the dryness in your throat.
“You first,” Daryl rasped. You slowly turned back to him, your thoughts vanishing from all you wanted to say to him.
“Um,” you cleared your hoarse throat. “You first, I kind of… forgot what I was gonna say.” You lied, you literally were going to ask him out for Valentines. As cheesy as it is, you both being grown adults, but still… it’d be nice.
Daryl froze, is this the time? He watched you carefully, giving himself the benefit of the doubt. He gulped down the rest of his water, taking a deep breath before opening his mouth.
“Wanna be my Valentine?” He cringed mentally as the words slipped out his mouth, regretting it entirely. “Or don’ I was jus’ jokin’… or somethin’ I don’ know.” He looked away, the tips of his ears red. You almost chuckled at his embarrassment.
“Yes.”
Daryl’s head snapped back towards you, his eyes wide. You sat there and smiled at him while his mouth was agape. You could almost see his thought process, but his eyes were dead set on you. You tilted your head, waiting for him to respond with a cheeky little grin playing on your lips.
“Jokin’?” He asked to which you shook your head, still with that same cheeky grin. Daryl said nothing, finally breaking eye contact and rubbing his chin. “Serious?” He asked to confirm once again.
“I’m serious,” you laughed, his heart swelling at the sound of your sweet laughter. “I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing,” his jaw dropped at your last statement. Maybe he was as oblivious as Carol said he was. You laughed at his expression, reaching out to nudge his knee.
“Well shit,” he laughed unbelievably. “Okay then, I’ll pick ya up tomorrow?” He felt hazy just looking at you. He couldn’t imagine someone like you looking at him like that, shot by cupid’s arrow.
“Yeah, sounds nice.” You smiled again. He felt the butterflies in his stomach seeing the skin around your eyes crease when you smiled, and he almost reached out to caress your cheek. You stood up before he could and his head raised as you went. “So, I’ll see you?” Your head turned over your shoulder to look at him as you walked towards the door.
Daryl swallowed, standing up to move over to you. “Yeah,” he breathed and looked down at you. His heart thumped in his chest as he stared at your lips, watching them curve into your signature smile. He so desperately wanted to know what they felt like on his, if you wanted that is. You chuckled, lifting a finger to his lip and tapping it softly. He wanted to throw up at your touch, in a good way of course, stumbling back unexpectedly.
“See you then, Valentine.” You winked and left the house. Daryl stood there dumbfounded, his stomach all twisted in knots.
“Told you.”
Daryl frowned as he turned to see Carol leaning on the wall behind him. He rolled his eyes and walked by her, nudging his shoulder into hers.
“Shut up,” he mumbled as he walked back downstairs into his bedroom. He needed another cold shower.
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“Ya have ta shoot me or somethin’, I can’ do this.” Daryl grumbled into his hands while Carol paced the empty space around his bed.
“You seriously have no idea where to bring her?” Carol mumbled, staring down at the archer as he groaned and rolled around the bed. It was honestly a delight seeing her friend so distraught over this, the most she’d seen him utterly swooned.
“No, wha’ the hell I don’ look fer these things..” he groaned while Carol walked up to the side of his bed and smacked his head. He swatted her away, pulling the blankets over himself.
“What about that cabin by the lake a few miles out the gates? You could probably take her on your bike and… shack up.” Carol chuckled, grabbing the blanket and throwing it off him. He glared at her, sitting up.
“We are not shacking up.” He grumbled, “’sides, I don’ think she’ll like it.” Carol snorted, nodding reluctantly.
“I’m sure she would, especially if you stayed the night at the cabin.” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes as he got up and thought it over. Carol watched him pace the room, rolling her eyes as she walked up to his dresser. Daryl turned his head to watch the woman rummage through his clothes, biting back a snarl as she tossed clothes out haphazardly. “Jesus christ you have a lot of… the same clothes.”
“Doesn’ make a difference wha’ ‘m wearin’,” Daryl shrugged as he walked up to her, and the two of them stared down as his identical articles of clothing. Carol huffed, side eyeing him.
“It does actually, you have to look all neat and clean for her. Shows you care about her,” Carol picked out a pair of dark wash jeans and another black button up, but at least one that had minimal rips and wrinkles. “Here, this should be good enough.” Daryl looked down at the outfit she set out, grabbing the clothing.
“Ya gonna clean this mess up or wha’?” He gestured to the heaps of clothing on his bed. Carol rolled her eyes as she pushed him into the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah. Go change, your girl is waiting.” Daryl swallowed thickly at that comment, he felt his stomach swirl with all kinds of emotions. Excitement, fear, and nausea swarmed his stomach and he had to lean over the sink to ground himself. He had never felt this anxious before in his life. Sure he’d been on dates before, but this was different somehow. It was you he was taking out. You that he had a little school boy crush on.
Daryl ran his fingers through his hair nervously, quickly changing into the clothes Carol picked out for him. The shirt was quick tight on him and he had to pop a few buttons so he could breathe, was this the appeal he was going for? He groaned in embarrassment as he looked at himself, why was he so nervous? He wasn’t usually like this, at least not until he realized his feelings for you. He tried to convince himself you liked him back, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with him.
A date. Daryl blushed as he came to the realization that this was in fact a date, and he was taking you out to a lake. Alone. At a cabin. He felt like he was gonna hurl.
He turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto his face, gasping for air as he just. Kept splashing his face. After he calmed his heart rate he reached for his cologne he kept by the sink. In fact it was the one, and only one, that you complimented him on every time he wore it. He sprayed himself generously, making sure he didn’t completely reek of cigarettes. Speaking of, he needed one desperately.
Daryl left the bathroom, brushing off his shoulders and making eye contact with Carol. The woman gave a warm smile, walking up to him and fixing his collar.
“Well there you go,” Carol grinned, turning around to grab something off his workbench. Daryl furrowed his brows curiously, his eyes narrowing as she turned back with a small bouquet of flowers. “Here, my Valentines gift to you.”
Daryl rolled his eyes, taking the bouquet from her as she snickered and punched his arm gently.
“It’s for (Y/N),” she explained. “Picked out all her favourite flowers, just don’t mention that I picked them.” The grey haired woman winked and punched his arm gently. Daryl shook his head, clutching the flowers in his hand before leaving his room and ignoring Carol’s calls of encouragement.
Daryl left his house and literally walked across the street over to yours, knocking on your door three times as he waited patiently. The longer you took to answer the door, the more he felt insecure. What if this was all a joke and you didn’t actually like him?
His insecurities were all cut short as soon as he heard your frantic footsteps as you ran up to the door and opened it. He was taken aback by your appearance. You were wearing a cute little white dress and you had your hair up, if anything, you looked more like an angel. You smiled breathlessly, leaning against the doorframe with one hand while the other fixed your heels.
“Sorry I took so long, I had to…” You trailed off, not wanting to admit you were trying to pick a good bra. If he saw it tonight or not, at least your boobs looked good. “…find my shoes.” Daryl waved your apology off, holding the flowers to you.
“I got ya these, hope ya like ‘em.” Daryl murmured shyly. He watched as your eyes lit up at the bouquet, seeing you inspect each flower. Your gentle fingers skimmed over the soft petals, and his heart fluttered when he saw your soft smile.
“Oh, I love them.” You sighed delightedly, taking the flowers from him before moving back into your house. “Give me a moment, I’ll just put these away.” Daryl gave you a curt nod and let you do your thing as he stood outside awkwardly. He felt his face grow hot as he thought about how happy you looked after his small gesture, only hoping your happiness would be prolonged when he took you out.
You quickly walked back out, adjusting your dress before grabbing his hand. You chuckled when you felt him tense up, and squeezed his hand comfortingly. Daryl looked down at you and sighed, letting himself relax and squeeze your hand back.
“I was thinkin’ we’ll take my bike an’ I’ll take ya some place, ‘s pretty nice.” Daryl murmured as he walked you over to the front gates. He felt a little scared and wondered if you could feel his heart beating through his fingertips. He wondered if you could feel his hand sweating, he hoped it wasn’t.
“I’m excited,” you responded, feeling him squeeze your hand in shared excitement. He didn't admit it, but you could tell he was just as excited, maybe even more. He held your hand firmly as you made it to his bike, this wasn't your first time riding with him, but this was different.
He let go of your hand to help you onto his bike, and a warmth spread through you when he laid his hand against your lower back. He offered his free hand to you which you graciously accepted, allowing him to help you onto the bike. Once you were settled he rubbed your shoulder gently before getting on in front of you.
Your arms immediately embraced him, wrapping around his waist as you pressed up behind him. Daryl choked, letting out a breath as he started up the engine.
“Hold on tigh’ fer me, ‘kay?” Daryl drawled softly, you nodded against his back and gave him a little squeeze. He tried to suppress the shiver that ran through his body but ultimately failed, closing his eyes in embarrassment before eventually driving out the gates of Alexandria.
The ride to the lake was lengthy one, but Daryl made sure to take the scenic route so you wouldn't get that bored on the way there. You’d never get bored with him though. You two could literally be in bed sleeping and it’d still be fun for you, just the idea of being with him made things exciting.
The sun shone through the trees and your hair blew in the wind, giggling when Daryl revved the engine playfully. He watched you carefully in the side mirrors, stifling his own laughter. Your arms remained around his waist but you leaned back, closing your eyes. Daryl’s heart stopped when he felt you lean back, your arms loosening around his waist.
You felt a hand tug on your wrist, and you were ultimately pulled back against him.
“Don’ do tha’,” he furrowed his brows and made eye contact with you through the side mirrors. “You’ll fall.” You just chuckled and squeezed around his waist just a little tighter, hoping it gave him some reassurance.
Little did you know though, it made him feel nervous. The close proximity of you two was making his heart beat faster and his face grow warm. He swerved a tiny bit on the road, swallowing thickly as he pushed all thoughts out of his head and focused on not killing the both of you right now.
Thankfully, you both arrived at the lake shortly after. Daryl drove over to the cabin, parking the bike there as you hopped off and ran towards the lake. His heart dropped as you suddenly ran, his legs following after you.
“Hol’ on, I dunno if there's walkers or not!” He called after you, watching you pause and look down at the ground. His gaze followed, finding a picnic blanket and some food. His face flushed, this was Carol’s doing for sure.
“Oh wow…” you giggled while biting your finger, “ain’t you the romantic?”
Daryl groaned internally, throwing a hand over his face as he forced himself to chuckle nonchalantly.
“It uh, it ain’ much…” he gestured for you to sit down, which you did, and he soon joined you on the blanket. Your arms wrapped around your knees as a soft smile remained on your face, looking out at the view ahead of the both of you.
“This is perfect,” you murmured. Daryl’s head turned to you, admiring the glow on your skin. He wanted to say in return that you were perfect, but he held back and looked out at the view. The sun bounced off the lake and into his eyes, making him squint and turn away. You noticed and reached over to brush through his hair, “too bright?”
Daryl sheepishly tucked his hair behind his ears and nodded, turning towards the food to switch the topic. You chuckled and reached for the sandwiches, taking a bite and humming.
“’s good?” Daryl raised a brow while also taking a bite, “I ain’ even gon’ lie. Carol made the food.”
You laughed mid chew, covering your mouth as you savoured the tastes that mingled on your tongue. You placed a hand on his shoulder as a sweet gesture that meant you didn't mind, you were just glad he took you out.
He looked at your hand on his shoulder, now noticing how close you two sat together. He ate his sandwich slowly, just keeping his eyes on you while you looked out at the lake. He just wanted to lean in and kiss you, but he didn't. It’d be too soon.
You finished your sandwich and stretched, enjoying the warm breeze. You then abruptly stood up and walked towards the lake. Daryl shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and followed you quickly, not wanting you to hurt yourself accidentally.
“It's hot, let's go for a swim.” You smiled at him. He furrowed his brows in confusion until you immediately started pulling your dress off. His face flushed a bright red as he looked away, hearing you take off your boots.
“(Y/N), maybe we should jus’…” he looked over at you and swallowed. You were just in your undergarments and was now stepping into the water, he sighed and stood by. You giggled as you slipped under the water, jumping back up with a huge grin on your face as you shook your head.
The water was cool, not too cold but just enough to ease the heat on your body. You looked over at him as he stood close by, his eyes avoiding looking anywhere but your face. You chuckled at his flustered expression, sinking into the water so your entire body was submerged.
“Why don't you come in? It’s really nice in here,” you murmured before leaning back and swimming on your back. Daryl thought about it, but shook his head.
“Nah, c’mon yer gonna get sick.” Daryl tried to persuade you into coming out of the water, but in all honesty he just wanted you to get back into your clothes. “’s gonna get dark soon, we should head in.” You frowned playfully, splashing water at him.
“Let me have some fun,” you teased and watched as his eyes closed in a bit of frustration and fluster. He sighed and let you swim around, moving back to clean up the picnic blanket. He decided it could work as a towel since he wasn’t even sure if there were towels in the cabin. He dusted off the blanket and held it while clutching your dress in the other.
You smiled at him and decided it was time to head in. Just seeing him stand by the lake and watch you protectively made your heart flutter, and you dunked your head into the water before standing up. Daryl’s eyes trailed down your body that glistened from the moisture of the water, quickly wrapping the blanket around your body. You shook your head chuckling as you picked up your boots and took your dress from him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and led you over to the cabin. You were enjoying the closeness between the two of you, it was quite a shift from your usual encounters.
Daryl opened the door to the cabin and let you step in first, his arm leaving you as he walked over to the campfire.
“Go ahead an’ dry up a lil, I’ll start a fire.” He murmured to you and you excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you shut the door you squealed quietly, clasping your hands over your cheeks as you tried to calm your heart rattling. The thought of spending the night with him, alone? It made your inner teenage girl’s stomach twist into knots.
After realizing how uncomfortable it would be to wear your wet undergarments you decided to just go without them, and quickly stripped yourself of your bra and underwear. After drying your body with the picnic blanket, you slipped back into your dress and let your hair be damp. You checked over yourself in the mirror and made sure to toss your wet undergarments into the hamper before leaving the bathroom.
Daryl’s head turned over to you as soon as you stepped back into the living room, you saw the way he swallowed after taking in your appearance. He was crouched over by the fireplace, a nice warm heat emitting from it. You moved over to him and sat down on the carpet, grabbing a soft blanket off the couch and putting it over your legs. He bit his lip, running his fingers through your wet hair gently.
“Here, let me.” He gently guided you to sit in front of him and began to ruffle your hair to try and dry it. You smiled and closed your eyes while leaning your head back to give him better access. His big calloused fingers ran over your scalp while occasionally shaking your hair in an attempt to rid of the moisture that settled among the strands. After a few minutes of that and finding out it didn’t do much, Daryl’s hand flittered down your neck and along your shoulder. The gesture sent a shiver through your body and he flinched back, resting his forehead against the back of your head in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was nice.” You murmured while leaning back against him. His breath hitched when he felt your body on him, his hands moving to your waist.
“Why don’ we get on the couch? I got no clue wha’s been on this floor,” he snorted. You laughed in response and nodded, your heart jumping in your chest as he picked you up. A little giggle left your lips as he settled you down on the couch next to him, and you quickly threw your legs over his lap. He chuckled at your amusement, grabbing the blanket and putting it over the both of you. He seemed to be more comfortable around you and it overwhelmed you with joy.
He rested his head on his hand as he stared admirably at you, and his other hand landed on your knee to stroke it gently over the blanket. You looked back at him just as admirable, the hand holding his head up came down by your head, letting you rest on it. His eyes softened as he looked down at your relaxed state, stroking the side of your head comfortingly.
“This is nice,” you murmured and closed your eyes. His hand kept stroking your head and you could feel him shift his body closer. His hand came down to rest on your cheek and your eyes fluttered open at his touch. He didn’t shy away when your gaze locked on his. He didn’t know what took over him but he leaned in closer, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.
“Can I kiss ya?” He whispered against your cheek, you could even feel his heartbeat from how close you two sat together. You looked into his eyes, seeing a deep sea in his. You licked your lips as he got closer, nodding gently and closed your eyes as his lips fitted to yours.
You felt all warm inside as you two kissed, your brain turning to mush when his hand moved from your cheek and into your slightly damp hair. He rubbed the back of your head, the kiss remained long and tender. He was the first to pull back, taking in a breath of air before smoothing your hair down. His face was tinted pink, and you imagined his ears were too.
You were slightly dazed from the kiss, your mind hazy. But you did know one thing, and it was that you wanted more.
You reached for him, cupping his cheeks and rubbing the stubble that lay there. He groaned softly and pressed a hand on the couch by your hip, leaning in to kiss you once more. This new found confidence that ran through his veins was exhilarating. His lips moved against yours more desperately, and a hand cradled the back of your head.
His hand left the couch and instead grabbed your hip, rubbing it gently with his thumb as he continued kissing you passionately. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan into his mouth and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth. You could feel the hesitation in his movements and his hand slid over your hip to your lower back, pulling you closer. After feeling you kiss back he started to straighten up and ran his fingers through your hair.
You had to pull back to take a breath, pressing a hand on his thigh as you leaned up to his level. His breath hitched and he reached up to wrap his large hands around your waist. Looking down at him like this made goosebumps rise on your skin, his pupils were blown wide at the sight of you. He looked at you like you were sent down from heaven by god just for him. His hands itched at your waist like he was begging to touch you further, his head tilting to the side as he reached up to trace over your cheek. You let out a soft chuckle and stood up on your knees to move yourself over him, placing a knee on each side of his lap before settling down on him.
Daryl closed his eyes as soon as he felt your body on top of him, leaning back against the couch. His rough hands ghosted over your thighs, unsure if he was able to touch you or not. You shifted yourself over his lap, rubbing against him slightly and eliciting a groan from him. The sound shot a wave of heat in your lower region, pressing his hands on your thighs. Your body jolted when he squeezed your plush thighs in return, kneading your skin gently while one hand moved onto your back and pulled you against him.
“Is this okay?” He murmured low and sultry against your neck, and he smirked a little when he felt your body trembling under his touch. You bit your lip and nodded, moaning when he squeezed your thigh. “I need ta hear ya say it.”
“Yes..” you breathed against his face, arching your back when his hand pressed down on your lower back. “This is… better than okay,” he smirked at your comment, leaning in to kiss you gently. This side of him was different than you’d ever seen him before. So full of confidence and completely taking over your body. His lips parted from yours and wandered over your jaw, kissing the little spot right under your ear.
You moaned airily as he continued to kiss your neck, suckling gently while one of his hands rubbed your back. Your hips stuttered a little as you tried to refrain from grinding against him, and he knew. You could feel the smirk on your skin as he trailed his free hand up your thigh, slipping it under the skirt of your dress and dragging it over the curve of your rear. His hand paused after his calloused fingertips brushed over your soft skin, peering up at you through his eyebrows.
“Are ya not wearin’ anythin’ under ‘ere?” Daryl drawled dangerously, his finger tapping your bum periodically. When you didn't respond he brought his hands down to the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric slightly. “Can I look?”
“Please,” you mumbled involuntarily and your face grew hot when he chuckled at your eagerness. He continued to rub your thighs, moving his way up and under your dress before lifting it up. His pupils dilated more at the sight of your exposed pussy, his eyes rolling back slightly as he fought to hold back.
“Jesus christ, ya really…” he growled under his breath before lowering your dress. You whined a little since you wanted him to go further, but at the same time feared this was as far as he wanted to go. He brought his hands onto your ass and lifted you up so he could placed you down right on…
“Oh,” you hummed which soon turned into a moan as he basically spread you over his erection. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body as you practically rode him through his clothes. He groaned into your ear and grabbed your hips to slow you down, then biting your earlobe.
“Calm down, don’ wan’ this ta go too fast.” Daryl’s rough voice grumbled into your ear. He nudged you off of him so you were standing in front of him, and he leaned back against the couch before whispering, “take yer dress off.”
You grabbed the skirts of your dress shyly, biting your lip as his gaze pierced right through you. He suddenly sat up straight and furrowed his brows in concern, worried that he went too far.
“Or don’.. you don’ have ta if ya don’ wan’..” he shook his head and grabbed your arms to rub them reassuringly, “y’know I’d never make ya do somethin’ you don’ wan’ ta do.”
Your heart swelled at his sweet words, leaning down to plant an innocent kiss upon his lips. His hands loosened around your arms as he felt reassured you weren't uncomfortable. You pulled back to place a few more kisses on his cheeks and then his forehead.
“I want to, it's just… been a while.” You looked down in embarrassment and felt a hand rub your thigh comfortingly. You smiled at the gesture, you didn't expect him to be so sweet during all this. Like you did… but then again you never imagined this would happen in the first place.
The look he gave you as he waited for you made you want to just part your legs and let him have his way with you, but you relented. Instead you slowly stepped back and undid the straps of your dress, eventually dropping it to the floor and revealing the entirety of your bare body.
Daryl rubbed his chin as he gazed over the length of your body, his body slowly moving back against the couch. He shifted himself so his legs were slightly apart, presumably to ease the tension in his pants.
“C’mere,” he beckoned you over and reached for you. Your legs moved on their own and you practically threw yourself into his arms, settling onto his lap. He cradled you like the precious thing you are, supporting your weight with one arm while the other stroked up and down the side of your thigh. “Look at you,” he murmured and brought a hand up to your cheek, brushing the stray hairs that lay there. “So pretty.”
You pussy throbbed at his words, feeling pathetic at how easily aroused you were. He leaned back as you suddenly pushed yourself up and straddled him once again, making sure your warmth was settled right above his erection. Suddenly, you felt super conscious over the fact you were really wet. You wondered if he noticed, and he did. You bit your lip and looked down at where you were sitting, your face growing hot as you noticed the slightly damp spot on his jeans.
“Oh god Daryl,” you muttered and tried to sit up. He immediately grabbed onto your hips and pulled you back down onto him.
“Don’,” he pressed his face into your neck, his eyelashes brushing against your skin when he closed his eyes. His nose pushed against you as he took a deep breath of your scent, the sweetness filling him with the primary thoughts of arousal. His thumbs pushed into your pelvic region while the rest of his fingers squeezed your butt affectionately.
You sighed and threw your head back when the warm wet feeling of his tongue graced your neck, his beard scratching you in all the right ways. You needed to feel more of him and so, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning the first few buttons before he grabbed your hands.
His breath caught as he held your hands, gently pushing them away from his shirt. You couldn’t see his expression but you assumed he didn’t want it off. You silently resigned from his chest, letting your hands fall onto his biceps. He breathed heavily and kept his head down to avoid your gaze, feeling ashamed of what lay under his shirt.
“’m sorry- I jus’,” he sighed and put his hands on your waist. You understood what he meant, he wasn’t ready to show that part of him just yet. You carefully cupped his jaw and tilted his head up, melting at the sight of him. He looked so worried, frightened you’d think of him any different for what was on his body. “Can we jus’ leave my shirt on?” He whispered so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it.
“Of course. Just like you, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” You smiled sweetly at him and kissed him gently, hoping it’d ease his anxiety. He relaxed in your hands, closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.
“Wha’ did I do to deserve ya?” He rubbed your sides with his thumbs which only stirred up more feelings of adoration… but most importantly lust. He noticed the slight impatience emitting from the way your body shifted more frequently, and a smirk appeared on his face. “Poor girl,” he teased as he reached for his belt.
You felt like a starved animal as you awaited the sight of his cock, your hands scratching at your thighs to keep yourself from undressing him completely. He didn’t make you wait too long and gave you what you wanted, pushing his pants and boxers just enough to pull his length out. Your eyes widened in both curiosity and nervousness, he was big. Sure you’d had quite a few dicks in you before but his was, different. He chuckled nervously after you didn’t say something, but you quickly replaced his hand with your own.
He choked on his own spit at the feeling of your dainty hand touching him. He’d fantasied about this moment before rather he’d like to admit it or not. He threw his head back against the couch as you slowly started moving your hand up and down his length, his own hands clutching at the cushions.
You felt a sense of pride in you after realizing how much pleasure you were giving him, and you felt yourself more antsy and aroused at the sight of him like this. Daryl let out a loud groan before looking back at you, noticing how wet you had become. His thigh was soaked from the amount of grinding you’d been doing on it.
He brought his right hand to his mouth, sticking his middle and ring finger into his mouth to get them nice and slicked up. You continued to stroke him as he did this, letting him eventually move you closer to him.
He looked into your eyes for silent permission which you graciously gave, and soon his wet fingers made way to your core. Your eyes shut when you felt those cold and calloused fingers on your clit, feeling him circle the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeezed his cock unintentionally and it made him let out a whimper, his face flushing after he made the sound.
Your hips bucked wildly at the digits circling your clit while your hand wrapped around his length to pump him faster.
The cabin was filled with noises of just the both of you moaning, and if you listened closely you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your sticky wetness. You cried out softly when he curled his fingers, moving dangerously close to that soft spot in you. Your hand jerked him faster, eager to make him finish all over your hand.
Daryl cursed under his breath, his hips bucking up into your hand as he sped up the pace of his fingers moving in and out of you. You moaned loudly, your eyes were squeezed shut from the pressure building up inside of you, threatening to release. Daryl groaned as he felt your walls clench around his fingers which he soon pulled out, making you stop your ministrations on his cock. He chuckled at your little whines of protest and grabbed the back of your head in order to pull you down, your lips crashing against his.
Your hands moved onto his chest, clutching his shirt in your fingers as you tried to stabilize yourself from the overwhelming arousal and lust that was flowing through your body. Your breaths were hot and mingling, his tongue moving against yours with authority, and you let yourself be taken. He continued to kiss you while guiding you over his cock, pulling back momentarily to help you lower yourself onto him.
You held onto his shoulders while you sunk down onto his length, the stretch painful. You let out a soft whimper, holding still with only the tip in. Daryl furrowed his brows and started to lift you off, but you shook your head.
“No… just let me… let me adjust,” you mumbled, blinking away the tears that had made their way into your eyes. Daryl shifted uncomfortably under you, feeling terrible that you were in pain. He listened though and sat as still as he could, kissing the area under your eyes and rubbing your hips calmingly. You were so tight and he worried he didn’t prepare you enough, your eyes still closed and brows furrowed in pain.
“(Y/N) c’mon, ‘m hurtin’ ya.” He frowned purely out of concern for you, he was more worried about your pleasure than his own. You held your ground and kept sinking down little by little, and he couldn’t help but moan a little as your walls constricted and adjusted to the size of him. You kept pushing yourself to take more, wanting this moment to last as long as it could. You finally plopped down onto him with a loud cry of both pain and pleasure, leaning your body fully against his. He groaned deeply, rubbing your back as he kissed your neck to distract you from the pain.
You kept your eyes closed, feeling almost defeated as you let your body relax and adjust to his huge girth in you. You laughed a little at that and it made Daryl a little confused but he didn’t question your little giggle. Instead he just kept kissing what ever skin he could get his lips on, trying to make you feel more pleasure than pain. He dragged his hand up your thigh, up your side, and over to your breast. You gasped softly as he touched you there, biting your lip as he circled your hardened nipple.
Your hips rocked accidentally from the touches on your tit, your walls constricting again at the sudden movement. It was still painful to move but it felt closer to getting better, though Daryl felt guilty he was getting more pleasure than you were. He just wanted you to feel good. He decided to latch onto your other nipple while he toyed with the previous one, determined to make you feel amazing.
It worked slowly. Your mouth was agape and you let out whimpers and whines occasionally, testing the waters and moving your hips slowly. The abrupt movement had Daryl grabbing your hips, his mouth breaking away from your breast. He breathed heavily and looked up at you, a light sheen of sweat was evident on his forehead. The heat between you two plus the fireplace was palpable and he gingerly thrusted up into you, watching closely for your reaction.
Thankfully, no pain was evident in your expression. Bliss took over you, throwing your head back as you slowly started picking up the pace and rocked your hips against him. His fingers dug into your hips to keep himself grounded, but mostly so he wouldn’t cum in three seconds. He grunted low in his throat, watching your body move mesmerizingly above him. The feeling of his cock dragging up and down your walls was extremely pleasurable. You felt so full of him that you could trace the one outstanding vein that ran up his entire length with just the feeling of it in your pussy.
You felt hot despite your lack of clothes, your mind swirling with the thought of him and the fact that the two of you were literally having sex. You moaned softly and let your head fall forward. Your forearms rested on his shoulders, one hand moving into his hair as you brought him close to your lips once more. You were desperate for the taste of him, you didn’t know you had a thing for the taste of tobacco and meat, but you did. At least coming from him you did.
He moaned gratefully into your mouth, pulling you against him before palming your breasts as he bucked his hips up. You swirled your tongue around his, savouring the taste of him. The moment was perfect, your sweaty body pressed against his clothed one. You pulled back from the kiss to look down at him, his eyes were glazed over with lust and his cheeks were adorably flushed. Your thumb rubbed his cheek as his lips parted, his heavy breaths warm against your face. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock sent your eyes rolling back into your head as he pulled you harder down onto his cock, and you immediately went back in for a kiss.
His hands pawed at you desperately, like he needed more of you. You knew one thing for sure, and it was that he liked your ass a lot. He moved his hands down there to guided you up and down on his length, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You moaned as the friction was starting to get to you. You felt that knot tying inside of you, threatening to snap at any moment. Your fingers curled into Daryl’s hair, tugging it lightly which gave him the hint.
“So close already?” He taunted, but he was feeling it just as much as you were. You whined desperately as you bounced on his cock, eager to release. You had to lean back and brace yourself with your palms on his thighs to ride him properly, your head thrown back as you let the moans and cries escape your mouth freely. His cock twitched inside of you, the sight of you like this was better than he imagined, and it really was him making you feel like this.
Daryl let out a few whimpers, reaching forward to cup your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the flesh, squeezing it a few times before pinching the sensitive buds that hardened with arousal. You had to cry out his name when he did this, your nails digging into his thighs the faster you moved yourself.
He dropped a hand from your breast and down between your thighs, his rough thumb rubbing your already sensitive clit. One of your hands shot forward to wrap around his waist, your body shaking violently at how overstimulated you were feeling at the moment. Your cries were like music to his ears, he wanted to hear more. Your scratches at his wrist held no intentions of stopping him from rubbing you like this, but you could see your vision go blank at how overwhelming the pleasure was getting for you.
“Daryl!” You cried loudly, your grip loosening on his wrist, and your hips stuttering as you finally reached that high. You could see stars and you threw your head back so far that Daryl had to hold you up, thrusting lazily into you before quickly lifting you off so he could cum on your thighs. He let out an exasperated groan while pulling you into his arms, letting you lay on him as you recovered from your intense orgasm.
Daryl had a shy smile on his face as he rubbed your back, kissing your sweaty forehead. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” you hummed sleepily. The session took a lot out of you, but you were beyond thrilled. You wanted to say more and he could sense that, but you were too tired to even lift yourself up. Daryl grabbed the blanket that was tossed to the side and carefully wiped your thighs. Your body ached for rest, your thighs would surely be burning in the morning.
Daryl stood up with you in his arms, letting out a small huff as he cradled you to his body. The fire had long fizzled out, a new one resonating within you two. He kissed your forehead and carried you over to the bedroom where he lay you down. He stripped of his pants but kept his shirt and boxers on before slipping into bed next to you. Your half sleeping body slid over to him, pressing yourself against him fully.
Never in his entire life would Daryl have imagined he’d be shacking up with you on Valentine’s day. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your head as he closed his eyes. A soft smile remained on his face, happy to be in this moment, with you.
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Almost.
Almost done, she thought as she polished the last of the wine glasses. The bigger glasses were for the main corses, the red wines. The champagne glasses needed to go to a pedestal in the restaurant. Placing the high places on a tray she handed it to a waitress after she was done with them.
"Jessica, can you come here?" She asked one of her staff. The younger sommelier made her was over to her boss nervously.
"Yes ma'am?" She mumbled with her head down.
"Next time, you need to try and sell the special wines. Selected courses are fine of course but we have a couple of bottles that I want gone. Try to use them in the al a carte menu's. Like with the Veal you can suggest the Bernardus Chardonnay Monterey County Jeroboam. No critique, just telling you." She winked at her colleagues, always trying to remain kind.
Her eyes wondered to the loud yelling in the kitchen. They needed to quiet down. What if there were still guest in the restaurant. With a quick pace on her heels, she walked over to the counter. One of the guys was slapping the other guys with a wet towel resulting in a loud slapping sound.
Jisung noticed her approach from the corner of his eye, quickly nodding to The intern Jeongin to stop what they were doing.
"Can all of you shut up? What if we had guests sitting." She whisper yelled at them. As they quickly put the towels away and continued cleaning, the cook made his was over to the sommelier.
"Who pissed in your drink, beautiful?"
"Fuck off, Jisung. I just wanna be done for today. I need this weekend." She rolled his eyes at him, noticing the grin on his face ridiculously beautiful face.
"Im sorry, we'll hurry up okay?" She mumbled a thanks and paced away again.
"Y/n, wait!" She turned around again in a 180° motion.
"You wanna come drinking with the guys and me?"
"And feel left out the entire time? No thanks."
"Come on, Y/nnie! It'll be fun!" The pastry chef, Felix, yelled from somewhere behind him.
"I'll make it fully worth your while, i promise."
"Let me think about it." She told them and walked away for real this time.
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It was around 1 in the night when all of them were finally all done. Some of the cooks had left already but 5 of them were waiting for the sommelier to be done so when she finally made her was to the dressing rooms they cheered for her.
"Are you actually gonna come with us?" Felix asked her with hope in his voice. She nodded and they all cheered even louder. She wondered how loud all of them could all be, thinking she had already heard the full extent of it in the kitchen.
It was Jisung, Chan, Felix, Changbin and Minho waiting for her. They had sent Jeongin and the other intern home, they wanted to come but they needed to go to school early. Their weekend was Monday and Tuesdays as those were the days the restaurant was closed but those were also the two days the intern needed to go to school.
"Wait are you really coming? Kinda didn't think you would." Jisung teased her, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Why wouldn’t i?” She questioned them.
“Well you’re kinda always fully business. We’ve never really seen you have fun so we didn’t think you did fun.” Chan confessed to her trying not to sound mean but it didn’t really help. She did have fun sometimes. Not her entire live revolved around work.
Well I do have fun sometimes so if yall can leave and let me get dressed, ill be out is a couple of seconds.” 4 out of 5 boys left the room and apologised at the same time, Jisung stayed behind.
"Can't i watch?" He asked with a desperate undertone, after which Chan dragged him out of the room.
She couldn't help but sniffle a laugh.
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A little later the 6 of them made their way into the street where all the bars were. She hadn't been there in at least a year because of her job, the guys were very familiar with the placed they walked passed, making comments as to why they didn't walk inside
"Too many chicks."
"Firstly don't call them chicks. Jisung. It doesn't make you look cool. Secondly, since when is too many girls a problem?" She questioned him. He smugly smiled at her.
"Don't need any. Got my number one girl right here." He winked and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She left it like that, not disliking the feeling of an arm around her. His arm specifically.
They follwed Chan into a bar they seemingly were all familiar with.
"143" she mumbled the name and as they walked in she felt Jisungs stare on her. Pushing past the crowd of people, she felt his arm slipping of her shoulders. He walked in front of her and just as he was about to lose her, he reached for her hand and pulled her closer. She mumbled soft sorry's around her and the group made their way to the dance floor. Finding her place she started to move a little to the loud music.
"Let me get you a drink, what do you like?" Jisung yelled over the music. She didn't hear him so she pulled him closer to her to make him ask her again.
"What can i get you?"
"Vodka Red Bull please?" She had to look up at him a little through her eyelashes.
"Really? Miss ‘i sell thousand dollar wines every night like its nothing’ drink a basic red bull vodka?" He laughed at her but not in any way that would hurt her. She laughed with him and nodded with a smile. He left her there to get her her drink. Without him she felt a little lost and didn’t know what to do. They really weren’t lying. So didn’t do fun things. Her idea of fun things was staying longer and work and mapping all of the wines. When he returned with the glasses he handed her hers and she took a big swig of it.
“Wow take it easy, beautiful.”
"Lets get shitfaced tonight." She grinned and cheered at what he said with the rest of their colleagues.
“Why do you wanna get shitfaced?”
“Because I don’t know what Im doing Jisung. I can’t even dance.” He grinned and her and placed his hand on her waist. Pulling her against himself.
“Just follow me, okay? I got you.” He laughed, kissing her cheek and taking another chug of his drink.
And shitfaced they got. The rest of the night was filled with drinking and dancing. Lots of dancing. After the what felt like 100th shot the bodies got closer together. Jisungs breath heated up her neck and her cheeks. His hand was still on her waist as they moved simultaneously. Her ass pressing into his crotch and his pressing his lips in her neck every once in a while. As long as she didn't stop him, he saw no point in them stopping.
From the back, she looked up at him. Her eyes drunk and her hair sweaty and sticky. Their bodies where wet from fallen beer and sweat. They probably looked beyond drunk but it all didn't matter. Right here, right now, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon.
"Lets all go home." Chan said around the group, to which most agreed.
He questioned himself. Did he even dare to ask? He eyes looked into her searching for a sign. Something for him to gain the confidence. And there it was, just a simple shimmering in her drunk gaze.
"Wanna come back to mine?" It was only a whisper but his words sounded like sirens in her head. Don't do it. You work together, this is a bad plan. Think of your carreer.
But it all didn't matter at this moment.
She pressed her lips to his and in the hasty kiss mumbled a yes. He grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
The walk to his house were filled with gentle touches as they slowly got there. They had lost the others way back at the bar but they didn’t care and they didn’t try to stop them. He pressed her against the front door the second she closed it behind her. His arm rested above her and the other one slid from her waist to her jawline. Pulling away he smiled down at her.
Maybe there was a way she wouldn't regret this in the morning.
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The sun burned in her eyes when she slightly opened them. The bedsheets perfectly wrapped around her and the pillow was softer than she was used to.
This wasn't her pillow. Her breath stoked in anxiety. Where was she? Then she noticed the arm wrapped around her waist. Turning her head she looked back at the sleeping guy behind her. She muttered out a couple fucks and peeled the arm away from her. Slipping away from his body as silently as possible not wanting to wake him.
Sitting on the edge of his bed she grabbed her phone. 9.30. Quickly putting on her clothes and without a sound she left the appartement, not caring about the messy hookup look she was rocking. Luckily she didn't have to see him next Monday and Tuesday.
The next to days where spend question her decision. She thought about quitting her job, not wanting to face the guy out of embarrassment. But maybe that was taking it way too far. It was just a hook up. Sure she thought he was funny, handsome , kind and very hot but it all didn't matter. They worked together and you simply don't date colleagues.
When she walked into work the next day she could already hear the guys busy in the kitchen. They would see her when she made her way over to the bar and when they did she heard them whispering. It was about her, of course it was. All of them had seen the two of them leave together.
She tried to ignore them but her eyes kept wondering over in admiration. Sure, they all joked around when it was quiet but nothing stopped these guys. The hours they make are nothing compared to hers. It was passion and art.
Her eyes crossed Jisungs and it made her jump a little. She quickly looked away and tried to ignore his burning gaze. And as quickly as the day started it was over again. A part of her hated the silence. It was killing. They weren’t talking to each other and that didn’t only mean Jisung and Y/n. All of them ignored each other. The kitchen didn’t talk to the waitresses and quickly picking up the vibes, the waitresses didn’t talk to the kitchen. It was Wednesday so they were lucky it wasn’t busy but if this had happened on a Saturday they would have been in total shit.
Her phone dinged and she quickly looked at it, her heart skipping a beat.
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Suddenly the room felt a lot smaller. Did the walls have eyes? She felt so watched so when she looked back at the kitchen she expected him to be looking at her and she was right. Not only him, also his friends. They patted his back and walked away from the kitchen towards the changing rooms.
The girls from her staff made her way towards her.
“Y/nnie, we’re done with everything you asked us. Can we leave? Some of us have school in the morning and today like, really sucked.”
“Of course girls, text me in the group chat when you all get home safely and goodnight.” They all said goodbye and got ready to leave.
“We hope that you and Jisung figure out whatever is happening!” And with the they left her completely speechless. It was only them. And finally it was time to talk. Her eyes wondered back to the kitchen where the light was now turned off except for the orange heating lamp of the pass. Underneath layed sugered cherry tomatoes to dry. She walked to the kitchen to see if Jisung was still there but she didn’t see him.
The hand on her shoulder made her jump.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine Jisung. You wanted to talk?” It’s like she dismissed it. Like it didn’t matter. He looked at her a bit shocked.
“No no this is not how we’re gonna do this. Were gonna sit down and talk. And with that i mean that you’re gonna explain why you ran out on me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to sick down on one of the sofas the restaurant had.
“I don’t think I can do this Jisung.”
“You’re gonna have to because right now its hurting me.”
“How is it hurting you?” Sh asked him, looking him deep in his eyes. She saw hurt and pain in them.
“Because right now I cant help but think that I was so awful to you that it made you run away.”
“Its not that Jisung.”
“Then what is it. What made you run out on me after the best night of my life?” He grabbed both of her hands in his, forcing them to stare at each other. Tears pooled in her eyes as she sought the words the wanted to speak.
“Because im scared. Jisung.”
“You? You’re not scared of anything. You’re Y/N, you’re the person everyone looks up to. The person everyone goes to when they need anything. You’re the backbone of the restaurant.”
Me? Jisung, im scared of everything. Im scared of my future, im scared of what to do, of taking charge, of who i am. But most of all im scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life that way that I felt that night that i was with you.” Her lips fell in a smile with the tears on her cheeks. The confession was a heavy burden on her shoulders but it was finally lifted. Jisung reached for her cheeks wipping the tears away. She leaned into the touch of his hand she smiled.
“I know that this, us scares you but please give me a chance to prove to you that im worth it. That im worth the risk.”
“I know you are Jisung.” He finally dared to smile back at her. He leaned in slowly, his hand still on her cheek.
“Can I kiss you again, Beautiful?” She nodded and excepted his loving kiss. She still remembered all the kisses they shared two nights ago but this one was different. It held promises, and finally work wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
It was him, all him.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝑨/𝑵: oh em ghee this one took such a long time im so sorry ive been working sooo much. I hope you like it🫶🏼
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no escape from you | beomgyu fic (part 1)
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pairings: enemies to ??, roommate! beomgyu x reader
warnings: suggestive content
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for days but i finally wrote it the way i want. might make this a series with smut in the next chapter so keep a lookout 👀 (not proof read)
You were the responsible one between you and your roommate. You always kept things clean, even picking up after his dirty dishes. But being his partner for a paired project was not what you signed up for. Gambling your grade and trying to work with him? Not a chance.
When are you free? We really need to start our presentation!
Your frantic spamming of texts went straight to delivered and were probably not going to be read for another 24 hours at least. You would think that being assigned to do a presentation with someone who was quite literally your roommate would be a breeze, but with Beomgyu never being around, the task seemed impossible. You hated the guts of this guy but you were willing to work through it for the sake of your grade. Well that’s only if he comes backs to your shared dorm before the end of the fucking day. Your sleep schedule awaits no one.
Sat at the kitchen table, you spend the next 3 hours researching for parts of your presentation knowing that it’s probably be easier to start it off without Beomgyu. Scrolling through websites and watching videos on the topic, you write down the notes in your notebook but eventually, without meaning to, your eyes slam shut, falling alseep in your folded arms which rest on the table.
A lock clicks as the door screeches open. At the early hours of the morning, you are awakened by your drunk roommate. You jolt your eyes open upon hearing the noise of his shoes, his footsteps uneven, indicating his intoxicated state. Anger bubbles in you as you turn sharply to face Beomgyu, giving him an intense glare which he meets with his half open eyes, appearing to be laughing at you.
“Aww, did you wait up for me, sweetheart,” he taunts, knowing how much you hate the stupid nicknames he gives you on purpose.
“No. In fact, I fell alseep trying to finish our fucking presentation which is due in fucking 2 days! Do you know how many times I called and texted?” Your tone came out harsh and direct which in some ways was exactly what you were going for but more so, you just wanted to get your point across.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I was out.”
“I can see that. And stop calling me “sweetheart”. It sounds so fucking stupid. I have a name and that’s what I’d like to be called.”
He inches closer to you, stumbling a little, grabbing onto your arms for support. His grip is gentle but firm, cautious to hold tight but not to hurt you.
“Listen sweetheart, if you’re gonna yell at me at least do it when you’re not dressed like this. I can’t help but get a little turned on.”
“Fuck you!” You turn a shade of crimson as you feel a sense of angry embarrassment. Your slip dress was short and the low cut did nothing but show off your cleavage to Beomgyu who towered over you, getting a clear view of your chest.
“Well if that’s what you want, sweetheart. I’m down. But maybe tomorrow or something. I’m tired right now.” He smirks, saying goodbye with a two finger salute.
With that, he makes his way to his own room, leaving you filled with a cloud of confusion and unease. He may have been joking but his words made your stomach flutter, carrying and intense heat throughout your body.
I really need to go to bed.
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Getting approximately 4 hours of sleep last night had you waking up on the wrong side of bed. You were cranky beyond help and your mood only depleted when you saw Beomgyu sitting at the kitchen table, munching away at his cereal.
“Good morning sleepyhead, get a good night of rest?,” his remark was sarcastic, almost shaming you for your evidently tired appearance.
“Beomgyu please. It’s too early in the morning to be arguing with you.”
“As you wish.”
You joined him at the table, grabbing yourself some fruit and toast and you both continued to eat in silence. The air was stiff as you could feel Beomgyu constantly looking up from his bowl to stare into your face whilst you desperately attempted to avoid looking in the same direction to prevent any accidental eye contact.
Why was he being so intense today?
As you finish your last bite, a wave of relief washes over you as you quickly get up and head over to the sink, washing up your plate before you feel a presence behind you. Beomgyu’s chest came in direct contact with your back sending a flush of pink straight to your cheeks. You tried to move away but his arms caged you. You could hear his breath against your ear, leaving a tingling sensation on your sensitive skin.
“You know my offer from last night still stands. If you’re up for it,” his whispers send you into a frenzy and you turn around faster than the speed of light almost challenging him as you look up to his face.
“Listen to me Choi Beomgyu. You have no right to speak to me like that. Nothing of the sort will ever happen. Do. You. Understand?” Your voice was firm and confident, concealing any embarrassment you felt earlier.
“Shit. That was kinda hot, sweetheart.” He places his hands over yours which had somehow made his way up his chest, grabbing ahold of his white t-shirt. “Now, we have a class to get to. Wouldn’t want to be late now would we?”
The realisation struck harder than lightning as you jolt you eyes over to the clock, knowing you had a little over 7 minutes to make it to your class. If you ran.
You push Beomgyu away and grab your bag and slip on your shoes by the door and dash out the door, without care for your roommate who was also in the same class.
“Hey, wait for me!” His voice yells from behind you, almost catching up.
“Beomgyu, I really don’t have the time for this right now. I’m gonna be late.”
“I know a shortcut. Follow me.” He grabs ahold of your hand, dragging you in the opposite direction from the one you’re used to. What started off as speed walking had evolved into a sprint as you’re left huffing and puffing trying to match the strides of his long legs.
Within minutes you arrive at the door of your lecture theatre, astounded that you made it on time. As you both walked in, still clutching hands, you quickly noticed the limited seats available. Almost every row was full apart from 2 seats on the furthest end of the 7th row on the left.
“There,” Beomgyu points, upon identifying the seats, ”Guess we’re sitting together today.” He sounded rather pleased, the corners of his mouth lifting to display his smug expression.
“Brilliant. Sooo excited,” you sneered, ensuring that the sarcasm in your tone was conveyed as you squeezed past the entire row, making your way to the end, as Beomgyu takes a seat to your right.
“You better be, sweetheart.”
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Asymetrical Symphony - Part 22
Universe: Arcane (LOL)
Pairing: Viktor x reader
Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help
Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know
A.N: A big thank you for all of the peeps who read this and not only comment but leave little hearts on the chapters as they read! I love seeing y'alls progression. I see you and I appreciate you!
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The high sun on the veranda shone on you like a natural heating lamp as you scribbled intently on your notebook. The house was mostly silent, with only Voltaire in the kitchen with his pots and pans, since your mother and Willah had taken a romantic getaway to Demancia.
After your quick but stressful hospital stay, Esther had been a wreck, to the point she would pace in the living room every time you went out until she saw you again. It took a very convincing and assertive dialogue between her and Willah for her to even think about going anywhere. However, after a few days of sulking, Willah managed to get her on an airship, and off they went.
You were trying to remember the runes that other Viktor had sketched on the blackboard, but between what happened in that dimension and then the jump, your memory was a bit faulty when it came to that.
The small and brand-new yellow notebook, a gift from Viktor, was taking the brunt of your frustration, pages after pages with lines and sketches that did nothing but vex you further.
Adding to that, the council had just come out with a brand new... suggestion... for the lab's work environment. They could decline and let it drop on deaf ears, but that was exactly what they wanted.
According to the council, any outsider to the lab had to get approval from the council, and all work had to be stopped for their appointment. If the outsider was someone of a minor or major house, it had to be accompanied by an enforcer or a councillor itself other than Jayce.
You felt a little guilty when you had found out since it had been sort of your fault that the new rule was applied, and no matter what the two scientists told you otherwise, it still felt that way. The emotion quickly dissipated as soon as you saw Sky happily making her way toward you, berating the enforcer that was stopping you from going up. That had been the last time you went in uninvited.
The knock on the penthouse door startled you from the scribbled pages as Voltaire shouted that he would get it.
You kept your face towards the door, not expecting anyone at that time. Viktor would probably visit you in the evening to exchange rune notes, and Jayce sometimes came with him unless he had a 'meeting' with Mel.
“It’s probably Mr. Korith with the groceries.” He told you, walking to the door and cleaning his hands with a towel.
You nodded and smiled at the chef, happy with the explanation, and turned your attention back to the notes.
The last page of the book had a little table drawn by hand with rows and columns. The first column was for the facets you remembered; next to it was another column for a checkmark, tallying the ones you think corresponded, and another for what each rune did.
Air - ✓ - creates gusts of air/moves things/when sustained, creates wind/when solidified, creates whirlwinds
Earth -
Fire - ✓ - heals by transferring someone's rune to the rune speaker’s body (theory: the speaker’s body heals better/faster because of magic).
Earth -
Sun -
Moon - ✓? - creates small marbles of light/when sustained, they can go forever until dispelled/when solidified, creates lightning.
Chaos - ✓? - ??
Order - ✓? - puts things back to their original form (mends broken objects) / never tried sustaining/solidified creates a simple missing piece if any is needed
Time -
Space -
Creation - ✓? - hand rune
Corruption -
Missing: unlock rune (softer chaos?)?Corruption of an original state? Creation because of finding new runes?)
Elevator call/banner falling
“It seems Mr. Korith dragged a stray in with him.” Voltaire’s amused voice boomed through the quiet house, making you turn around to look at the chef and the 'stray.'.
Viktor stood there with a small smile on his face. He looked tired, but seemingly in a good mood. He was also not in his uniform, which by itself was already a curious thing, but when you added the time of the day, it made it a downright mystery.
“Hello!” He waved and started walking towards you, his desired target already in his sights. The blue armchair next to where you sat.
“Will you stay for lunch, my friend?” Voltaire asked, already making his way to the kitchen.
That made Viktor pause and look at the other man and then back at you. You gave him a one-shoulder shrug. He was always welcome to stay and eat.
“I could eat, yes, if it’s not too much trouble.” He threw a wide smile at Voltaire, who nodded happily.
“The more, the merrier. I’ll make a quick dessert too. The one you like!”
“Oh…oh no…there’s no need.” Viktor quickly refuted, shaking his head.
“Nonsense.” His voice was already accompanied by the sounds of pots and pans.
“What’s the dessert?” You asked when the scientist restarted his trek towards his little piece of cushiony heaven.
It was still funny to you that, after years of knowing someone who looked exactly like him, in this timeline, there were still so many things to learn.
Other Viktor's favorite dessert? Coffee with three packets of sugar and a drop of sweet milk.
Is this Viktor’s favorite dessert? No idea. Probably something with so much sugar it would make his blood turn to caramel.
“Lemon Tart.” He said as he gently plopped down on the chair with a happy sigh, straightening his leg and melting into the seat, his crutch leaning on the back of the chair. “I like how he burns the white cream things on top.”
“Have you ever been to his restaurant?” You looked at him, smiling at how peaceful he looked with the sunbathing his angular face. He looked at you sideways and made a disapproving face.
“Have you seen my salary?”
You knew other Viktor made some money but didn’t like spending it on frivolous things, so you were almost sure this Viktor had enough money to have at least one meal at Voltaire’s restaurant.
Hells, you were more than sure your mother had invited him at some point. But still, Viktor didn't think an expensive meal was worth the money, probably going to spend that value on something for the lab.
“Remind me to take you there sometime.” You threw out looking back at Piltover’s skyline and then at him from the corners of your eyes.
“And then I am the one accused of being sneaky.” He squinted his eyes at you in fake annoyance, and you shrugged.
After a moment of silence, you turned back to look at him, half expecting him to be already napping, which you found immensely adorable.
It had become a completely normal occurrence for you to come back from rehearsals and have him, Jayce, Willah, and your mother just relaxing in the living room. They would talk about politics, science, or even the latest gossip, something that Viktor enjoyed as long as it wasn’t about him or Jayce or even the lab. Every other rumor he found strangely entertaining.
And whenever the conversation became too boring, it was just as normal to find him lightly snoring, his head either leaning on his hand or against the back of the chair. You found it adorable.
But at the moment, even though he did have his eyes closed, you noted his breathing was regular and his fingers tapped on the arms of the chair. He was just enjoying the warmth of the sun. You tried to commit this weirdly familiar situation to memory.
Viktor was wearing a burgundy knitted polo vest with a light blue button-up shirt under. His gray slacks were bunched up where the leg brace fastened. The brace itself was different from what you’ve seen him wear in the lab. It only strapped around his thigh and in the middle of his lower leg; instead of going from hip to foot, the metal brackets and mechanism only aided his knee joint.
“You're staring again.” he warned jokingly, his golden eyes heavy-lidded but looking at you.
“I sure am.” You answered bluntly, nodding proudly, and he chuckled.
“You have become bold.” He closed his eyes again, but his eyebrows raised. “Do tell me then, why am I under scrutiny this time?”
“I am trying to figure out the whole thing with the civilian clothes…”
“Oh…” he adjusted himself in the chair, his demeanor changing from peaceful to tense in seconds. When he looked back at you, he had the most annoyed look on his face. “I was promptly kicked out of my lab by Councilor Shoola and her surprise inspection.”
“What?!? Why? I thought those had been scheduled now!” You turned on your seat, the sides of the chair acting as a sill where you placed your elbows.
“Apparently not.” He rolled his eyes, mimicking your pose. “Only outsiders need to make appointments. The councilors can just walk in and demand an inspection, or a debriefing, or... whatever they call it, no matter what we are doing or if it’s opportune or even if it is safe. So, when they announced only one of us was needed for whatever they wanted to do there, I was promptly but subtly kicked out. And in protest, I went home and changed. I won’t go back to the Academy today. Councilor Shoola can volunteer to fasten the bolts and do the math on my work. I wish her all the luck with that.”
You blinked a few times trying to process what he just spit out. His ramble was almost comical, his accent becoming stronger as he talked on, his hands starting to accompany his rant with exaggerated movements. But it angered you that they had, promptly and subtly, dismissed the co-creator of hextech, one of the most brilliant minds in this part of town. It wasn't exactly new that they didn't enjoy his place of birth, but they were never this... blunt about it.
“Anyway, Sky gave me your note, so… here I am.” He took a couple of calming breaths and leaned back into the chair, a scowl on his face.
“Right!” You grabbed the notebook. “I'm about to make your day...sort of...I may have found something about the...”
Viktor straightened quickly, grimacing as his leg jerked with his movements. You opened the notebook, showed him the table with the list, and pointed to the first column.
“Do you know what these are?”
“Yes!..." He said excitedly but then frowned. "Wait... no... maybe? Some of these are theorized to be the basis of the arcane. How do you know them?”
"I read about them…” ‘in a blackboard while the other version of you explained it to me…’ you wanted to add but kept your mouth shut.
“Oh?”
“There’s a book on it…” You hoped there was a book on it.
“Yes, we have it in the lab.” He nodded.
“There you go…that's where I read it.” You cleared your throat, nodding along with him. “Anyway…you didn’t use them in hextech?”
“Eh... Well... some.” Viktor observed you for a second trying to read something unknown in your face but gave up after a while. “Some looked too unstable to work in an already volatile environment. But your runes look nothing like the ones in the book.”
“Do you remember which ones you used?”
Viktor nodded and grabbed a stump of an orange pencil from the breast pocket of his shirt. You snickered and shook your head. Why he had the tiniest stump of a colored pencil in his breast pocket was beyond you, but he had it, and he was proud of it.
“What made you think of these?” He questioned still working on the rune.
“Alena. She…told me a story, and it’s…” He stopped what he was doing and looked up, encouraging you to go on. “It’s a stretch, but her grandma told her a story about an old man that never got older, who would go around Zaun writing ‘symbols' on walls and call kouzel…kouzelnivi?”
Viktor’s eyes had gone back to the drawing until you said that word, and then his neck snapped up to focus on you.
“Kouzelnictví? Magic?” He corrected you, and something about Viktor speaking his native tongue was sending waves of heat to your cheeks.
“Yes. The one her grandma asked about was fire…healing fire." You continued, trying to focus on the conversation.
“Oheň”
“Yes. He told her that it was the symbol of healing. Her family believed in it so much that Alena has the rune tattooed on her wrist. Because fire heals and keeps you warm.”
He had stopped scribbling and was now looking at you intently. For a moment you were scared he was going to laugh in your face from the leaps you were taking. But he only tilted his head and nodded favorably.
“You don’t think it’s a far-fetched idea? Not to dismiss the story as just a tale? It may be just a bedtime story—
“Hextech was created on far-fetched ideas, fairy tales, and confiscated material.” He smiled brightly at you. “Your story has more proof than that. And even if there was no proof, it should be a path to be explored.”
Viktor ripped the page he was drawing on from the notebook and gave it to you. You took it but kept looking at him. There was something about his optimism, his belief in your idea, that threw you off. The way he was looking at you with a lazy but excited smile, his whiskey eyes shining with life. You found yourself consciously stopping your arm from moving to stroke his handsome face.
“You’re staring.” He said, a hint of red on his cheeks.
“You’re handsome.” You blurted it out before your brain caught it.
For a second you thought about apologizing. You didn’t know if he enjoyed compliments or if he even wanted them. But with the way he was smiling, you mentally squared up your shoulders and gave him a smug grin.
“Well, you are. So…” you both chuckled, and he mumbled something close to thank you. “Anyway, I need to go to Zaun.”
“What?” The smile on his face faltered. “Why?”
“Alena and the story.” His face told you he didn’t get the connection. “I need to go and find the rest of the runes.”
“Did she tell you where they were?”
“No. But someone must have seen or heard more stories.”
“It was her grandma, yes?" You nodded, and Viktor closed his eyes. “So, let’s say her grandma lived until 70… mmm… 80 years, and that Alena is probably our age… so that’s a story with—
“90-plus years. I know. But there have to be people who’ve heard it as well.”
“There are…”
A glint in his eyes made you look at him intently, and a small gasp came out when his eyebrows came up and he bit his lips.
“You know about it, don’t you? You’ve heard the stories…” He nodded sheepishly, looking down at his hands. “That’s why you didn’t dismiss it at first.”
“It is just a children’s story.” He sighed. “There was never talk of symbols in my version, just some old man that would visit Zaun in a blue robe and wander the streets like a ghost. My mother used it so I wouldn’t come home after dark. ‘Modrý muž tě dostane.’...The blue man is going to get you…”
“How do you know it was the same guy?”
“The old man who never got old.” He gave a small smile and a shrug. “He was some kind of wanderer, eating children after it got dark.”
An idea burst into your head quickly, and you grabbed the notebook from his hand, receiving a questioning sound from him.
You drew the fire rune and showed it to him. It dawned on you he had probably never seen the fire rune, and if the fire rune was present in Zaun as the apothecary symbol, he might have seen it.
“This is the fire rune. Do you know it?” He shook his head, and you deflated.
"Wait..." He grabbed back the notebook. "Maybe..."
He turned the book towards the bright windows, singling out the page where you wrote the rune, and looked it through the back of the sheet. The rune was mirrored on the back of the page as the light hit it.
“My mother used to get an ointment from this little store down from where we lived. The lady from there knew about my condition and added some medicated sweets to the order. This was the brand on the bag.” He closed the journal and looked at you, his eyes still hazy from the memory.
“That’s the fire rune. It’s just mirrored. That’s Alena’s grandma's rune.” You told him softly. “Fire heals. Air moves. Moon lights the darkness.”
“It helps us with a location as well. If I heard it when I was little and if Alena’s family is the same as the apothecary, then the wanderer must have passed somewhere near there.” He was nodding to himself and smiling. “It is a good starting point. When do we go?”
You chuckled at his enthusiasm and then shook your head when what he said sunk in.
“We? No. You are not going anywhere.” You shifted in the chair and went to grab the book from his hand, but he moved it out of reach. “Viktor…”
“What is your plan?” He asked seriously, keeping the book out of your reach.
“Go to Zaun, where the apothecary is, ask around, talk to people, and figure out what kind of stories they have. Once I’ve gathered enough info, I’ll explore further.” You explained feeling a bit more confident as he nodded along, perceiving it as an approval of your plan.
“The apothecary is at the Entresol level, so you might be lucky, and that is where the runes are.” He looked at the ceiling and squinted his eyes, and you knew by the arrogance written on his face he was about to throw your plan out the window. “Best case scenario, the gangs will smell a Piltie, kidnap the Piltie, and ask your mother for the highest amount of gold they can think of. Worst-case scenario, the gangs smell the Piltie, kidnap Piltie, and sell them for the highest amount of gold they can think of.”
You were divided about this. It would be a good thing if he came; he knew the place much better than you, since you’d been there only a couple of times in another dimension. His utility and company would be greatly appreciated.
However…one wrong move, one wrong look at one wrong person, and he’d be dead. You'd both be dead. And you can’t let him die. It wasn't just about him becoming the Herald. If he died, you don’t think you could handle it. You could not... you will not... lose him again.
"You'd need to justify to the council why you were bridge hopping." You argued without much conviction.
“The good thing about being invisible to the council... is not being seen by the council,” he countered.
“They’ll notice.” You softened your tone, already knowing this was a losing battle.
“Let them. I am not doing anything wrong. What will they do? Arrest me for visiting my home?” He snorted in defiance and looked at you. “I would not feel good having you wander into Zaun alone. I understand you are very capable of taking care of yourself, but…I also want to help.”
He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, looking back at you again. Something weary behind his handsome eyes.
“This rune.” He shook the notebook. “When you spoke it... it took over you, and then it harmed you—”
You were about to interrupt him to argue it didn't do it on purpose. It was just easier for magic to heal you than to heal Sky.
“I know the theory.” He put a hand up, stopping you from arguing. “But, at the end of the day, you were the one bleeding on the floor. The one in the hospital bed. If any other rune does this, you need someone there to help you.”
Arguing with Viktor was always a gamble. You could win the argument without warning, carving a response so fierce he would not be able to reply, or it would be easily won when the gears on his brain spurred on. But yet again, you were raised by a lawyer.
“I can’t protect us both. If anything happens to me, I can distract them enough to run…” you blurted quickly, the hurtful part unsaid. He frowned.
“My leg is not a hindrance. It never was. It never will be.” He frowned for a bit. “There are other ways to escape that don’t require running.”
“It’s not about your leg; it's about you.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “Viktor, if something happens to you down there, I won’t leave you behind.”
“Good! Great! Because I will do the same!”
“No!” You groaned and thumped your head on the chair’s armrest. “I forgot how exasperating you are.”
“Well, you are also very stubborn.” He tilted his eyebrows. “Especially because you know I’m right.”
You looked at him deadpan, and for a moment his expression matched yours. After a few seconds, you rolled your eyes and got up from the chair with a swift movement.
“I’m telling Voltaire not to burn the meringue.” You announced over your shoulder.
“You wouldn’t.” He gasped when he figured out what you were threatening.
From behind you, there was the clear sound of him shuffling to get up from the chair and grab his crutch. The rhythmic sound of him quickly approaching made you giggle.
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Law is sick
Rosinante Donquixote × Mom!Reader ft: Child!Law
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"Achooo"
You stopped cutting the apple in the kitchen when you heard a sneeze, it was quiet for a minute so you went back to cutting when you heard it again, this time louder, "ACHHOOOO." You placed the knife down and cleaned your hands on the napkin.
"Sweetie?"
"Yes, Darling?" Cora-San replied thinking you are calling for him, "Not you Sweetheart, the small one." All you heard is a chuckle and Cora-San calling for Law to come out of his room.
You waited a minute before Law showed up rubbing his nose with the back of his shirt sleeve, "Yes, Mama?" You crouched down to his level and gently placed your hands on his forehead and cheek, "Sweetie, you're burning up, why didn't you tell me that you weren't feeling alright?"
"Huh?" He blinked barley able to keep his eyes open, "Oh, my little boy. Come here" you picked him up that's when Cora-San showed up in the kitchen as you were leaving, "hey, can I cut that ap-"
"NO! Sweetheart, I'll do it just get me cold water in a bowel and the towels from that cupboard?"
He nodded before ruffling Law's hair, "Wow, you're burning from your head! SHOULD WE TAKE HIM TO THE HOS-"
"Shhh, you're gonna give my baby a headache, he'll be fine, I'll take care of him, but if his fever doesn't go down, we'll take him to hospital."
"Mamaaaa" Law whined snuggling in your arms, and you motioned for Cora-San to get what you told him as you walked to Law's room before placing him on the bed and pulling the blanket over him, "here, I got the water and the towel." Cora-San said placing the cold water bowl on the nightstand before making his way on the other side of the bed and gently stroking his son's hair, "you'll be fine, buddy. We are here, Mama's gonna take care of you." He was making face to make Law smile and laugh which worked for a while but you could notice how scared your husband was and he was freaking out internally from the look he kept giving you everytime Law would cough or sneeze.
After an hour you and Cora-San were in kitchen while Law fell asleep. As promised you cut the apple for Cora-San but he just stood there zoned out looking at the plate, "Honey, he will be fine, don't freak out, you are gonna scare him." Cora-San whined and you handed him the apple slice, "eat!"
"Are you sure we don't need to take him to hospital? What if it's his dis-"
You slapped a hand on his shoulder, "Don't say that! It's not!"
"I'm so sorry, I just get scared" Cora-San sighed rubbing the back of his blonde hair, you hugged him, "it's okay, it's just a cold, the weather is changing and he's been out playing a lot it's just that nothing more, now eat up."
You both couldn't sleep but somehow you managed to get Cora-San to sleep but kept your room door open just in case Law called out for you. It was 4 A.M now and you still couldn't sleep, still wide awake looking at the wall, and just when you were about to doze off a small voice made you jump, it was Law's voice and you literally jump out of the bed making sure to not wake Cora-San up.
Walking to Law's room you heard him calling for you even clearly now, "hey-" you thought he was awak but his eyes were shut as he cried in his sleep hands grabbing on the blanket tightly. Immediately you rushed to his bedside and sat beside his head and placed your hand on his head and the other on his heart, "shhh, it's okay, I'm here, Mama is here, Law my beautiful boy, shhh, Mama's here." You heard a loud thud followed by footsteps coming towards the room you just knew it was your husband, who probably fell on his way to Law's room.
His hair was everywhere as he made his way inside the room to find Law silently crying now holding on your hand that you had placed on his heart. Cora-San sat on the floor and placed his hand over yours on Law's head as he started to cry, watching his boy like that made him cry and you didn't know to cry or laugh at how sweet your husband is towards his baby boy.
You ruffled his hair and he looked at you with red eyes full of tears and sleep; "why are you crying?"
"My boy..." was all he managed to say before you got an idea, "Honey, do that thing!" You said almost immediately Cora-San looked at you confused, "w-what thing?"
"The calm thing, the one you do to calm me down if I'm panicking or scared, do it, can you?"
Cora-San gasped, his D.F powers, of course! He immediately placed his hand directly on Law's head and spoke,"Calm." Almost immediately, Law calmed down, and his cries were long gone. Both you and Cora-San shared a small smile.
Law woke up around seven in the morning to find himself in bed in-between both of you as both of you had your hand place on his heart, he blinked before rubbing his nose and snuggling into you which made Cora-San groan in his sleep and throw his hand over you and Law as you held Law tightly still fast Asleep, "M-mama, Papa" Law whispered to himself and fell asleep again in the comfort of his parents embrace.
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As You Wish, Part 4 - Eddie Munson x Reader
A collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs 💚
Note: I will never ever ever stop getting excited when someone says they enjoy this series. I’ve become so attached to this gang and I’m glad you all like them as well! You can read part three here.
Summary: Your first taste of domestic bliss with Eddie gets a wrench thrown in it
Warnings: smut, oral m and f receiving, talk of drug abuse, talk of abusive parents and shitty home life
Words: 8.4k
[As You Wish masterlist]
You’ve never been much of a morning person, preferring to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen with a hope and a prayer that your coffee will perk you up. People who start their days with a spring in their step and a chipper, “good morning!” are the bane of your existence. If anyone even tries to have a semblance of a conversation with you before the caffeine hits your bloodstream, you instantly dislike them. It’s safe to say that mornings aren’t your thing.
That all changes when you get to start your day with Eddie’s head between your legs.
“Fuck, holy shit!” you cry out, digging your fingers into his messy curls. Your legs rest on his muscular shoulders, trembling with each flicker of his tongue. “Right there, baby. Right there!”
Eddie hums his acknowledgment, sending vibrations shooting up your core. This wasn’t what you’d had in mind when you’d asked him what he wanted for breakfast, but you’re certainly not complaining.
He grips onto your thighs as he laps at your pussy, and you can see him rutting his pelvis against your mattress. A small part of you wants to tell him to just get inside you, but you’re far too content being doted on. Besides, you know he won’t want to come before you do.
You choke out a sob as his nose nudges your clit, and you feel your orgasm start to build. “Almost—s’close, Eddie,” you whimper. Determined to make you feel good, he sucks on the sensitive bud while slipping a thick finger into you, crooking it and making a come-hither motion.
“Yes! I’m coming!” You unravel as the coil in your belly snaps, grinding on Eddie’s face as you finish.
Eddie brings you down from your high, lowering your legs back onto the bed. “I think breakfast is my new favorite meal of the day,” he teases, wiping your slick from his chin. He crawls towards your upper body, pressing his kiss-swollen lips to yours.
“Mmm, my turn,” you say salaciously. “Lay back, handsome.”
You start to tug at the waistband of his pajama pants, nibbling at his stomach before kissing over the love bites.
“Um, sweetheart?” Eddie mumbles sheepishly. “If you do that…well, I’m not like the 20-year-olds anymore. Gonna take me a minute to get hard again.”
“Eddie.” You pull down his pants and boxers, watching as his throbbing cock thwacks against his happy trail. Fuck. “I want you in my mouth. Wanna make you feel so fucking good, just like you do for me, okay?”
“Mhm,” he mewls, hissing in pleasure as you lick from base to tip, swirling your tongue around and collecting his pre-cum.
Wordlessly, you take him into your waiting mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck him off. Your dominant hand wraps around the part of him you can’t fit without gagging, and the other cups his balls. Fighting back a grin as he bucks his hips involuntarily because you are making him feel that good.
You bob your head, taking as much of his length as you can. Eddie grips the sheets, swearing and moaning out your name. “Can’t—fuck—hold out any longer,” he manages. “Bend over the fucking bed, shit.”
Releasing him with a soft pop and doing as you’re told, Eddie kneels behind you and grabs onto your waist. “Gonna come on this perfect ass,” he grunts, tugging on his cock. “S’fucking gorgeous. Take my cum, you gorgeous fuckin’ girl.” You feel his hot release spill onto your ass. Eddie’s breathing heavily, a giant smile on his face. “Damn, s’like a work of art.”
“Either take a picture or clean me up,” you say with a giggle.
Eddie’s eyes widen. “Could I…can I take a picture?”
“Polaroid camera is on a hook in the closet,” you tell him.
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie mumbles to himself as he climbs off the bed. Once the camera is secured, Eddie makes his way back to his previous position behind you. “Shit, gonna need a lock box to keep these in,” he muses as he looks through the small lens of the camera. “Nobody gets to see this shit but me.” You start to wiggle your ass, which has Eddie chuckling as he takes a few more shots. “Okay, baby, now I’m coming in with the clean up.” Swiping up his long tossed away boxers, he uses the material to clean his cum from your skin.
Balling up the soiled boxers, he tosses them into your hamper, attempting to recreate a basketball shot. But he misses. “Ah fuck, this is why I didn’t do sports. And cause I hate ‘em. Anyway, what I was gonna say before my mouth was suddenly busy was, how bout I take my girl out to breakfast?”
“That your way of saying you’re tired of my cooking already?” you ask with a giggle. Walking over, you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and let your naked body rest up against his. “Cause so far the only meal I’ve cooked for you in this apartment was dinner last night. And between you and the boys, you ate the whole thing!”
“You know us Munson men love you and your cooking,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
“And you inhaled that casserole like it was your last meal. No, wait. Let me rephrase. You inhaled the casserole like your life depended on me. You ate me like I was your last meal.”
“The thing is, my girl deserves to be taken out. First, she let me devour her, then wore me out with her sinful mouth. Think I need to spoil her some. Plus, I selfishly really want people to see me with the most beautiful girl in the world on my arm.”
“Such a sweet talker,” you say as you trail your hands down his shoulders and settle them on his chest. “I would love to go to breakfast.”
Eddie steals one last kiss before he’s pulling away to get to his suitcase and so you can rifle through your closet. You settle on a pair of jeans and a soft cream sweater that Eddie had complemented once. It was a few months ago, but you still thought of his sweet words whenever you saw the garment. Eddie’s ready to go in his usual black on black on black ensemble. And looking hot while wearing it. Opening the bedroom door, you step out into the hall, Eddie right behind you. A glimpse of Jess in the kitchen catches your attention so you head that way. She’s standing at the counter, chopping something up with a knife—an onion, by the smell of it. But it’s the big, bulky headphones she’s wearing that make you laugh.
You tap on her shoulder, causing her to jump and spin around to face you. The knife is still clutched in her hand, so you take a step back. Shoulders sagging in relief, Jess places the knife back on the counter and takes off the headphones.
“Those new?” you ask. “Never seen them before.”
“Yep,” Jess says, appraising her new purchase. “Went out and got them the morning after I found out Eddie would be staying with us. They have come in very handy. Even just a few minutes ago.” She smirks, your face heating up.
“Your eardrums should be safe for a while,” you assure her. “We’re heading out to get breakfast. Not sure what we’re doing afterwards.”
“No worries. Have fun, you two.” Jess leans back so she can see Eddie where he’s standing in the hallway. “Bye, Eddie!”
“Bye.” He gives her a wave as you come back to join him. Lacing your fingers with his, you grab your keys and head out of the apartment.
You hop into the front seat of Eddie’s truck, buckling your seatbelt and turning on the radio.
“Please, not Billy Joel again,” he begs, pulling onto the road towards Benny’s.
“Oh, of course not.” You bat your eyelashes with feigned innocence, tuning the dial to a Top 40 station.
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want!
So tell me what you want, what you really really want!
“Nope, no way,” Eddie protests as you increase the volume and start to sing along. “We are not listening to the Spice Girls.”
“Aw, c’mon, baby,” you pout. Truthfully, you’re not the biggest fan of the girl group, but messing with Eddie is too much fun. “You know the words.”
If you wanna be my lover
You gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever
Friendship never ends!
“What the hell does that even mean?” Eddie groans, switching to a station playing AC/DC. “I’m sorry; I love you, but I couldn’t listen to another second of that.”
“Calm down, Grumpy Spice. I like this more, anyway.”
“Good. Shows you’ve got some taste. I mean, after all, you did pick me.” The self-satisfied smirk on his face has you rolling your eyes.
“Oh, we’re not even gonna go there,” you say with a laugh. “Look who you picked the first time around.”
“Well, shit, you got me there.” Eddie laughs along with you as he pulls into a parking space.
The diner is mostly empty, so you get your French Toast and Eddie his waffles fairly quickly.
“These are way better than those frozen Eggos,” he says, pouring syrup on top.
“Y’know you’re supposed to heat them up before you eat them, right?” you giggle, and Eddie flips you off. He steals your cup of juice and takes a large swig of it.
“Payback,” he says.
“Just don’t backwash,” you warn.
Eddie raises his eyebrows as he stares at you. “You’re gonna tell me not to let any of my saliva get into your drink after where my tongue was just an hour ago?”
“Oh…shut up,” you say, because he’s got you. You steal a piece of waffle from his plate just to be a brat.
“You have anything you have to do today?” Eddie asks before shoving too large of a piece into his mouth.
“Nope,” you say. “Okay, well technically, I have to read a few pages in my textbook for class tomorrow, but I can do that before bed.”
“What would you say about coming apartment hunting with me?”
You blink up at him, eyes wide and curious. It makes you look so innocent, Eddie thinks. Maybe this is how he makes you feel when he turns those big cow eyes on you.
“You want me to come with you?” you ask slowly, as if you didn’t understand the question.
“Well, yeah,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “I’m hoping you’re gonna be spending a lot of time there too, ya know. I’d love your input. Now, the real question is…do you think it needs to be a three bedroom? I do. I think if the boys share a room, it’ll be the end of what’s left of my sanity.”
Giggling, you nod your head. “I could see a child’s version of WWE wrestling going on in that room if they’re forced to share.”
“Right,” he affirms. “And I’d prefer to stay out of emergency rooms if possible, so…three bedrooms it is. One for Ryan, one for Luke, and one for…” He trails off, unsure of how to finish that sentence.
You take his hand, stroking the back of it with your thumb. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m totally fine with being a guest until everything gets sorted out. Besides, the kids are going through a lot of changes right now. I think it needs to just be them and their daddy for a little while.”
Eddie brings your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the back of it. Traces of syrup from his mouth stick to your skin, but you couldn’t care less. “How did I manage to find the most perfect woman in the world?”
“A little birdie told me you needed a babysitter, and I appeared on your doorstep,” you tease, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Speaking of which…I think I’m out of a job.”
Eddie crinkles his nose in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not gonna be paid to babysit my boyfriend’s kids!” you laugh. “Is there anyone at their school who needs a babysitter?”
He thinks for a moment. “Steve’s thinking about going back to work now that the kids are older. Take some of the pressure off of Nancy to be the sole breadwinner, y’know?”
“Perfect!” You clap your hands together. “Could you ask him for me?”
“‘Course,” Eddie smiles. “Just promise you won’t fuck him.”
Your eyes widen as tears well up in the corners, your mouth twitching as you try to hold back your hurt. “Wh-what did you just say?” You wince as your voice cracks, giving away your true feelings.
Eddie immediately recognizes that he’s fucked up and reaches for your hands. “Oh, no! Baby, baby, no. I was just kidding.” He stands up and brings his chair to your side of the table so he can sit next to you. “My sweet girl.” He brings your hands up to his mouth and smothers your knuckles in kisses. “I’m sorry, baby. That was just a bad joke. That’s all it was, okay?”
A few tears break through the barricade and slide down your cheeks. Eddie’s quick to wipe them away with his thumbs.
“D-Do you not trust me? You t-think I only wanted you because I’m your babysitter? Is that why you wanted me?”
“Fuck, princess, no.” He pulls you into his arms, but you don’t raise yours to wrap around him. “It was just a shitty joke, I promise. Of course I trust you. I trust you with my life—with my sons’ lives. And I know that’s not what’s between us. It’s not because you were their babysitter. I’m really fucking glad you were though, ‘cause I don’t know how else we would have met.”
Pulling back from him, you nod your head. You believe Eddie. But this wasn’t a sore spot you knew you had until he poked at it. The insecurity of it already has its claws in your heart. “What if Nancy thinks—”
Eddie presses a kiss to your temple. “She won’t,” he says firmly. “If you want, I can arrange a playdate between the kids, and you two can get to know each other better.”
You think about Nancy: poised, confident, beautiful, and intelligent. What would she think of you, a twenty-year-old babysitter who fell in love with a parent she worked for?
“I dunno,” you whisper, feeling yourself deflate. “I don’t want her to hate me, or look down on me.” Or think I’m some kind of homewrecking slut, you think sourly.
“I don’t think anyone could hate you,” Eddie muses, gently rubbing your thigh. “She’ll see how great you are with the kids—not to mention how much I fucking adore you—and you’ll be best friends in no time.”
While you appreciate his enthusiasm, you don’t share it. Still, you agree to give it a try. For Eddie.
Looking at apartments gets off to a rough start. The first place only has two bedrooms, and the second bedroom is basically a glorified closet. The rent at the second place is astronomical, with Eddie nearly choking on his own saliva when the property manager tells him the amount. The third place seemed perfect, until a gigantic roach scurried along the kitchen counter.
“‘M sorry, baby,” Eddie says, stifling a yawn as the two of you climb back into his car. “I thought that last one was gonna be it for sure.”
You feign innocence. “You mean you didn’t want a pet cockroach to keep you company?” He gives you a playful shove, making you giggle.
“Hard pass.” He throws the car in reverse as he backs out of the parking spot, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he checks behind him. Something about it stirs up desire in you, but you know he needs to stay focused. Road head will have to wait.
“How many more places are we looking at today?”
“I think there’s three left on the list. We don’t have to do them all today if you don’t want to, though,” Eddie says as he pulls out onto the main road.
“I don’t mind,” you tell him truthfully. “I kinda like it. I mean, I know I’m not living there, but doing something domestic like this with you is making me really happy.”
Eddie reaches over for your hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses the back a few times, before lowering your joined hands. “Want you by my side for all these kinds of things. Big decisions and shit, ya know?”
“Like a partner?”
“Exactly.”
Partner. The word sends a tingle down your tummy. Yeah, you’ve had boyfriends before. But that’s all they really were. Just someone to spend time with while you’re going to school, not really taking on actual life with one another, just having fun. But this with Eddie? It’s the first real partnership you’ve ever had. It might take a little getting used to since you’ve never been part of a team like this before. But it sounds wonderful to you.
“What’s the address of the next place?” Eddie asks, breaking you out of your head. You scramble through your purse to find the scrap of paper.
“1007 Crane Street,” you read. “I think that’s pretty close to Starcourt, yeah?”
Eddie nods, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Maybe after we check this one out, I can take you to the lingerie store they have there. Treat you to something pretty,” he adds, salaciousness dripping from his tongue.
“Can we focus on finding you a place to live? Jess is gonna burn out those headphones if you stay with us any longer.”
“It’s still early in the day. We can do both,” he reasons. “I think I turn right at this light, yeah?”
“Yes.”
Eddie makes the turn, and the apartment complex is only a few miles up the road. The outside looks nice, dark brown siding giving the buildings the impression of being log cabins. The thicket of trees around the area only adds to the whole campsite vibe. Eddie pulls the truck into a spot right in front of the office and you hop out. With one hand, Eddie pushes the door open for you, with the other, he laces his fingers with yours.
The property manager is a younger man in his late twenties, well-dressed and well-spoken. Even though you’ve both made it abundantly clear that Eddie is the one renting the place, the manager mostly addresses you.
“I’ll let you take a look around,” he says as he leads you to unit 129. “And if you need anything, give me a call.” He slips you his business card and leaves without even shaking Eddie’s hand.
“This place looks perfect,” you muse, waiting for your boyfriend’s response. When you don’t hear anything, you look over to find him with a bemused look on his face. “What?”
“Babe, what do you mean ‘what?’’ Eddie laughs. “He was totally hitting on you!” He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. “Can’t blame him, though. You’re a hot piece of ass.”
You turn around, leaning into him as you hook your fingers through his belt loops. “What do you think, Munson? Can you picture yourself living here?”
“Mhm,” he nods. “I can picture me fucking you on the kitchen counter, and in the bedroom, and in the shower…” He jogs to the door, glancing around the hallway. “How long do you think we have until your secret admirer returns?”
You roll your eyes. “C’mon. Let’s go put a deposit on this place so you can take me to the mall.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
When you step into the lingerie store, your eyes widen at the variety in front of you. Lace, velvet, silk. Bras, panties, teddies, corsets. And all available in an array of colors.
“Holy shit,” you say under your breath. But not quiet enough so that your boyfriend doesn’t hear you.
“What, baby?”
“There’s so much,” you say, gesturing to all the garments around you. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Eddie slips his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head as you look over a selection of panties. “Sweetheart, have you never had lingerie before?”
You shake your head as you pick up a pair of black lace panties. “Some sexy bras and underwear, but that’s it. Nothing like…” you trail off as you walk over to a mannequin who looked strapped into some type of bustier. “I wouldn’t even know how to put some of this stuff on.”
“Do you wanna go?” Eddie asks, brow pinching in concern.
“No! I wanna get something. I’m just not sure what. Here, you tell me what you wanna see me in.”
“Anything as long as it’s black. You look so sexy in black. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m partial to the color.” He gestures down to his black t-shirt, black jeans, and black leather jacket.
“Want me to model some stuff for you?” you ask, gazing up at him from underneath your eyelashes and biting on your lower lip.
“Very much so,” he says with a chuckle.
“Okay. Um…you go sit over there, near the dressing rooms, I’ll grab a few things, then we’ll see how they look.”
“Ooh, I love a good surprise,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers through your belt loops and pulling you to his chest. He brushes the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. “Fuck, already getting myself worked up. Go pick something out before I carry you outta here empty-handed.”
You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yes, sir,” you tease, but when you watch the color drain from his face, you realize you’ll have to explore that more in the future.
Perusing through the racks of flimsy bras and lace teddies is more overwhelming than you’d imagined. Each time you try to choose one, doubts flood your mind. Will I look good in this? Will Eddie like it? What if he hates it but is too nice to tell me? What if I don’t turn him on? You try to shake the thoughts away, bringing your attention back to the lingerie. After a few moments, you settle on a cupless bra with a matching black thong, a black Spandex bodysuit, and a light pink babydoll piece. The last item isn’t Eddie’s favorite color, but it’ll make you look innocent and corruptible, so you don’t think he’ll mind.
As you head back towards where Eddie’s waiting near the fitting rooms, you hear a tinny giggle coming from a petite blonde woman. She’s got her hand pressed to Eddie’s chest as she says, “Eddie Munson, you’ve still got your charm after all these years.”
Despite your best efforts, you can feel the jealousy swirling inside you. Who the hell is she? And why is she talking to—no, why is she FLIRTING with my boyfriend?!
Eddie shoves his hands deep in his pockets and grins bashfully. “Yeah, that’s what my girl tells me.”
The blonde woman purses her lips, puzzled. “I thought you said that you and Brittany—”
“Oh, we’re completely done,” Eddie tells her. “But I, uh, got myself a girlfriend now.”
“Um, hi,” you pipe up, giving an awkward wave. “I’m the girlfriend.”
The woman puts on a tight smile. “Chrissy,” she introduces herself, hugging a corset to her abdomen. “Well, it was great seeing you again, Eddie. And, uh, nice to meet you,” she offers, scampering off towards the cashier.
“Who was that?” you ask, brow furrowing as your eyes follow the woman’s steps across the store.
“Chrissy Cunningham,” Eddie says, wrapping an arm around your waist. “We went to high school together.”
A quip about that being in the Stone Age dies on your lips as you turn back to face him. The way Eddie’s looking at you has you raising an eyebrow at him. A fond smile is carved on his mouth and his eyes are so soft and gentle that you feel like they could be made of actual chocolate. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I can’t just look at you?” he asks. “You’re beautiful.”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you lean forward, in towards his face. “Okay, what do you want?”
Eddie lets out a loud clap of laughter before burying his head in your neck. He presses a few kisses there before remembering what you’ve got in your arms.
“All right, all right, enough wasted time. Get in that dressing room and show me what you’ve got.” He gives your ass a playful swat as you go to move behind the red velvet curtain of the dressing room.
You realize that you were right before. You’re not sure how to properly put some of it on. A cupless bra is exactly what it sounds like; a bra without cups. So why does it feel so odd fitting it right on your body? Part of you is frustrated, but when you catch sight of yourself fumbling with the material in the mirror, you can’t help but let out a little giggle. If you had been told six months ago that you’d be trying on your first real pieces of lingerie for Eddie Munson, you would’ve punched the person for fucking with you. But here you are. And there he is, waiting for you on the other side of the curtain.
Making a few last adjustments to some strategically placed straps, you’re satisfied with how the garment looks on your body. You just hope Eddie feels the same. “Uh, Eds? You can come in now.”
You poke your head out of the curtain and see his face lit up like Time Square on New Years. And he hasn’t even seen your body yet. Stepping back to allow room for your boyfriend, you hold your breath as he breaches the curtain, and his eyes immediately scan over your body. His jaw drops open, making an audible popping noise as his lips part. Large hands come out as if they’re going to grip you, but they freeze halfway between your bodies.
“Holy fucking shit, baby. I mean…holy shit.”
“Very articulate,” you say with a giggle, but his words—or lack thereof—have you blushing. “Okay, let me try on the other ones.”
Eddie’s shaking his head. “Can’t wait that long,” he mutters, glancing down as he stiffens against the zipper of his jeans. “I’ll just buy ‘em all f’you.”
“Are you sure?”
“So fuckin’ sure,” he assures you, eyes never leaving your body as you change back into your clothes. “‘Bout to bust in my shorts like a goddamn teenager.”
You pull your shirt back over your head, bringing your arms through the sleeves. “Can you make it to the car? I can help you out there.” You giggle as he mumbles a Jesus H. Christ, grabbing your selections and bringing them to the register in record time.
Eddie’s practically an Olympic sprinter as he drags you to the car. His long legs leave you tripping over your own feet as he tries to rush you along at his speed. Unlocking the car, he holds your shopping bags in the other hand, and wastes no time tossing them in the back seat. He goes to climb in as well, when you tut and shake your head at him.
“Uh uh,” you say. “Front seat, Mr. Munson.” The name was only intended to be a joke, but when you see him react the second time today to addressing him formally, you’re pretty sure you’ve struck gold.
Eddie quickly slides into the driver’s seat and his fingers fumble over his belt buckle. Cool as a cucumber, you take your time getting in the passenger’s side. Dark brown eyes keep glancing at you when he notices that you’re not undressing.
“Gonna ride me, babe?” he asks. “Cause then you should at least take the jeans off. Kinda hard to fuck you through those.”
“Nope,” you say, popping the “p” sound. “Just start driving.” Eddie looks at you, confusion coloring his face. His jeans are pushed down his hips enough that you can see his cock straining against his green and white boxers. “Just start driving,” you repeat.
The look of confusion only growing on his face, he does as you say. He places his hand on the back of your headrest and turns his body so he can see out the back window as he begins to back the car out of the parking space. His tongue pokes out of his kissable lips in that adorable way he does when he’s focused on something. Which gives you the perfect opportunity. The car is still moving slow enough that you’re sure Eddie won’t cause a wreck while you lean in and pull his cock out of his boxers. The car comes to an abrupt halt as Eddie stomps on the breaks halfway out of the parking spot. Giggling to yourself because you were prepared for the jolt, you don’t lose focus and you move to hover as best you can over his cock. Letting your spit dribble down on to it, you take Eddie’s long, thick cock in your hand and begin to jerk it just the way he likes.
“Fuck, baby. Am I getting road head?” Eddie asks as he manages to get the car going again. The car picks up speed so you know he must be getting ready to exit the parking lot. The car crawls to a stop—presumably at a stop sign—so you lean forward and give the smallest of kitten licks over the head. “Jesus.”
Smiling to yourself, you lean back in and wrap your lips around the reddened head. Swirling your tongue around, the salty taste of his precum stains your tastebuds. You can hear Eddie’s hands sliding over the leather of the steering wheel, and you’re pretty sure it’s from him gripping it even tighter than he was before. His cock grows even harder in your mouth, and you hollow out your cheeks in a feeble attempt to take him all.
“Shit,” he breathes out, feeling your fingers grasp at his base. Despite your best efforts, the angle makes it impossible to get all of his length. “Baby, baby, baby, please.” His leg trembles beneath you, and you bring your head up to speak.
“Stay focused on the road, okay?”
“Easy for you to say,” Eddie grumbles, “you’re not the one getting your dick sucked while trying to drive.”
“Don’t worry, you can suck mine after,” you tease before licking a stripe up his cock. He hisses at the sudden contact. He twitches, signaling that he’s about to finish.
“Can’t–fuck–can’t hold back,” he grunts, bucking his hips up slightly. His foot accidentally presses harder against the gas pedal, propelling him through a red light. You don’t notice that anything’s awry until you hear the sound of a horn blaring just as Eddie starts to come. Thick, hot ropes spurt onto your tongue, and you swallow it just as a police siren whoops loudly.
Eddie groans, using one hand to tuck himself back into his pants. “Baby, sit up,” he nudges you. “Act normal.” Act like you didn’t just have my dick in your mouth, he wants to say, but he keeps it to himself.
“Wh-What’s going on?” you ask, grimacing as you take note of him starting to pull over, the sheriff’s car trailing right behind the truck. “Eddie, what did you do?”
“Me?” he sputters, combing his fingers through his tousled curls.
“Well, you’re the one driving,” you point out unhelpfully.
Chief Hopper steps out of the car, mumbling to himself as he makes his way over to your driver’s side door. Eddie rolls down his window, flashing an apologetic grin at the older man.
“For fuck’s sake,” Hopper grumbles. “I’ve been pulling you over since you were sixteen, Munson. And me pulling you over were some of our better interactions.”
“You still haven’t retired?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows and a playful smile dancing on his lips.
“Listen, kid.” Hop places one hand on the roof of the car and bends down to be on the same level as Eddie. That’s when Hopper’s eyes are drawn to you, sitting in the passenger seat.
“Hi, Chief,” you say, giving him a small wave when all he does is keep looking at you. His eyes dart from you, to Eddie, then back to you. The question “how the fuck do you two know each other?” is basically written across his face in big bold letters.
“What was all that light running business about, huh?” Hopper finally asks, eyes finding Eddie’s face and staying there.
“I hit the wrong pedal,” Eddie says, dropping his hands into his lap. “My foot must’ve slipped or something. I’m sorry, Hop.”
Hopper sighs and rubs across his graying, bushy eyebrows. “Any other day I’d slap you with a ticket. But, uh, I’ve actually got something else for you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Will send over some more of those specialized dice he found?”
“No,” Hop says, but this time he’s avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Stay here, I’m going to grab it from my truck.”
“Who’s Will? Oh, is the one you were telling me about from your Hellfire Club? The artistic one out in California?” you ask.
“Yeah, he’s Hop’s stepson.”
When Hopper comes back over to the truck, his shoulders look a little more slumped and he sighs as he fiddles with a Manila envelope in his hands. The older man clears his throat before speaking again. “I was actually headed to your place—or the address I was given for where you’re staying right now.”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Eddie says, a little confused about the shift in tone coming from Hopper. “I’m staying with my girl here.” Eddie pats your thigh a few times, and when leaves his hand there, you lace your fingers with his.
Hopper nods his head a few times. “I’m real sorry to have to do this, Eddie.” That shocks Eddie most of all, because in the fifteen plus years that Hop and Eddie have had their run-ins with one another, he’s never heard the police chief say that. Or even so much address him as simply “Eddie” and not “Munson.” As if he’s doing it against his will, Hopper forces himself to extend the arm of the hand that’s holding the envelope. Eddie’s brow furrows as he takes it from him. “You’re, um, being served. The custody documents.”
The color drains from Eddie’s face. Begrudgingly, Eddie takes his hand from yours so he can open the envelope and peer in at the court papers. One of the first things that catches his eye on a form is the name Brittany Munson written in bold lettering. The side of Eddie’s mouth curls up in a sneer as he looks at it. He winces at the painful reminder of their shared last name, their shared life. God, I hope she goes back to her maiden name. Eddie thinks. Fuck her. Fuck her for thinking she can take my kids away from me. Fuck her for thinking they’d even want to be with her at all. Fuck her for all the shit she put me through and is now going to act like the victim.
“You okay, baby?”
Your voice breaks him out of his own head. He sniffs as he slides the documents back down and closes the envelope. “M’alright.” All three of you know that’s a lie, though.
“Really wish I’d only given you a ticket,” Hop says, voice full of a grim understanding of Eddie’s circumstance. “If you need anything, you let me know. I may not be able to pull strings with any judges, but I know damn well they’ll take into account what I tell him. And those boys think the world of you. We all know that.”
“Thanks, Hop,” Eddie says, nodding his head at the police chief.
“You take care. Both of you,” Hop says. You give the older man a wave before he’s headed back to his truck. Slowly, you take the envelope from Eddie and lay it in your lap.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask softly. Eddie shakes his head and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his jacket.
“Wanna get home, first. Then I’m gonna fucking lose it.” He puts the truck into gear and pulls back on the road. The speedometer shows you going way past the limit, but you don’t think Hop’s going to particularly care right now.
Eddie barrels into your apartment, throwing the envelope onto the table haphazardly before sinking into the sofa. He covers his face with his hands, but it does nothing to muffle his sobs.
“Worthless piece of shit!” he cries out, slamming a fist into his knee. “Fuck!”
You sit down next to him, letting your thigh brush against his. “Baby, she’s not gonna take the kids from you.”
Eddie looks up at you with red eyes and a tear-stained face. “Not her,” he shakes his head. “Me. I’m a worthless piece of shit.”
You reach out to rub his back, flinching as he pulls away. “What? No, Eddie, you’re not—”
“I am.” His tone is harsh, angry. “I promised myself I’d do better than my old man. Keep my family together no matter what. And now I’m following in his goddamn footsteps!” He stands up suddenly, pacing around the tiny living room. “All I wanted was a family. Mom, dad, kids all under one roof. House with the white picket fence. And I had it; I finally got it. And then I fuckin’ threw it all away.”
“Eddie—”
“My boys,” he continues, “those boys are my life. Everything I’ve ever done has been for them. So that they don’t have to struggle like I did.” His gaze meets yours, and he catches the puzzled expression on your face. “What, did you think I was some kinda trust fund baby like Steve?”
“No,” you murmur. “I mean, I knew you didn’t grow up rich or anything…”
Eddie barks out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s the understatement of the century.” He rubs his nose with the palm of his hand; it’s one of his nervous habits. “I didn’t just grow up not rich, baby. I grew up poor. Food stamps, trailer park, deciding whether to pay the electric or water bill poor.” He gnaws on his lower lip. “And living with my uncle Wayne wasn’t by choice. I mean, I love the guy; he’s the reason I’m not a total scumbag, but he took me in so I wouldn’t become a ward of the state.”
You nod patiently. “Do…do you wanna talk about your parents?”
“Not really,” he replies tersely, “but since I’m spilling my guts, why fuckin’ not.” He inhales, trying to control the vitriol that seeps through his pores. “Addicts. Both of them. Wayne claims my mom was clean before she met my dad, but I have my doubts. I mean, you don’t start shackin’ up with a dopehead if you’re trying to stay on the straight and narrow.
“When I was a kid, my dad was barely around. And if he was, he and my mom were fighting. And not like normal people argue; they’d beat the shit outta each other. I tried to break it up once, when I was six or seven, and my dad threw me to the ground. And when I looked to my mom to help me, you know what she did?”
Your stomach lurches. You know what he’s going to say next, but you can’t seem to brace yourself for the impact.
“Nothing. She did absolutely fucking nothing, because without him, she wouldn’t know where to get her next fix.” Eddie plops back down to the sofa. “One night, they were so high that they put some TV dinners in the oven and left to get more dope. Completely forgot about the food. And me, I guess. Just up and left without a word.
“I was in my room, drawing, when I smelled smoke. Came out to find the kitchen on fire.” He shakes his head at the memory. “I ran outta the house and a neighbor called the fire department. When the cops came and saw that a seven-year-old was home alone—not to mention the needles and burnt spoons strewn around the house—they tracked down my folks and arrested them. Dropped me off at Wayne’s that night.”
You can feel your heart breaking with each word he utters. You’ve never experienced what he has, but you try your best to be comforting. “You’re not your parents, Eddie. You’re not an addict, you’re not negligent, you’re a great father.”
But it’s like he can’t even hear you. “That woman you met at the lingerie store? Chrissy?”
“…yeah?”
“You know how I know her?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“Did you two date?” you guess, but he just laughs in response.
“Nah.” He waves off the idea as an impossibility, like he isn’t the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. “She used to buy from me.”
“Buy?”
“Drugs,” he fills in. “I sold drugs in high school to make ends meet. Not the real hard shit like my parents used, but weed and E and K.” His wet brown eyes bore holes through yours. “I saw my parents struggle every goddamn day with addiction, and I still went and sold drugs.”
“You were just trying to survive,” you protest.
“Yeah, well, I could’ve been a cashier at Melvald’s and survived there,” he rebuts, and you don’t have a response to that. “Brittany was on the cheerleading squad with Chrissy, and she tagged along during a deal. That’s, uh, how we met.”
Brittany obviously isn’t your favorite subject to discuss, but Eddie clearly needs to get this off of his chest, so you nod and wait for him to continue.
“She was the first girl I ever loved. First girl I’d ever been with.” A tinge of pink creeps across his cheeks. “I thought love was two people who tolerate each other’s flaws. And we never raised a hand to each other, so that was a step up.” The joke falls flat, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “You probably don’t wanna hear about this.”
“‘S’okay,” you murmur, placing your palm over his fingers, which are anxiously toying with the tears in his jeans.
“No, it’s not.” He stands up suddenly, walking towards your room. “I always fuckin’ do this!”
“Do what?” you ask, trailing behind him. “Babe, what are you talking about?”
“I should go,” he mumbles, shoving his clothes into the duffel bag. “This is…this is a lot, and you don’t need to be wrapped up in my bullshit…”
You grab his hands in your own. “Hey. Look at me.” Your tone is kind but fierce, and it works. You can feel his breathing start to slow to a normal rhythm, rather than the frantic panting he was getting worked up to. “I love you, Eddie. I love everything about you. I get…I get not being proud of your past. But you’re Eddie now. Incredible dad to the sweetest boys, amazing friend, and the best boyfriend in the entire world.”
“You’re just saying that,” he mutters, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging on his lips.
“I mean every word.”
Eddie blinks back more tears. “I never want Ryan or Luke to do what I did. Never want them to even be in that position.”
“They won’t,” you assure him. “We’re gonna do everything we can to get them in your custody, okay?”
“What if…” his voice catches in his throat. “What if they’re better off with her?”
“Eddie,” you say, a huff of unamused laughter catching you off guard. “Did you hear what you just said? You really think they’d be better with Brittany? Who doesn’t even know the name of their school? Who doesn’t care about them one fraction of the amount that you do?”
“I know,” Eddie groans, rubbing his hands over his face. The sigh he lets out sounds so tired and worn out.
“The best place in the world for those boys is with you. I don’t have a single doubt in my mind about that. And deep down, you know it, too.” You rest your hands against his chest and make sure he’s looking you in the eye before you continue. “Everybody who knows you and who knows those boys can advocate that you are who they should be with. That you should get full custody. Who’ll be on Brittany’s side, her sister? The kids have told me she’s crazy, anyway.”
Eddie can’t help but chuckle at that as he nods his head. “Yeah, we never liked her.”
“They belong with you. And tonight, you belong with me. You’re not going anywhere. Okay?”
Releasing a long sigh, Eddie leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. “Okay.”
“Think of the good things that are happening. You found a new apartment today. That you can decorate however you want. With minimal input from your girlfriend.” You give him a wink to let him know you’re teasing him. “And the boys are going to be so excited to make their rooms look cool. Imagine their little faces when their dad helps them create their dream rooms.
“Oh, and where else did we go today? Wasn’t there this store we went to where you bought something for me?” You tap a finger against your chin, playfully scrunching up your face as if you’re in deep thought. “Ah, that’s right. My boyfriend bought me some sexy lingerie to wear for him. I’m excited. I’ve never worn lingerie for a guy before. I wanna get fucked in it.”
“Believe me, you will,” Eddie says, the small smile growing a little wider on his face.
“And, hey,” you say, reaching up to cup his tear-stained face in your hands. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? We’re partners now, baby. That’s the deal. Your parents, Brittany, all of it.” You slide your hands from his face to wrap around his neck. “Like, I didn’t know that Brittany was the only girl you’d been with before me. Thought sexy teenage Eddie Munson would’ve had to beat the girls away with a stick. Guitar player? Mmm, how did you not have a line of girls vying for your attention.”
Eddie lets out a bark of self-deprecating laughter. “Oh, sweetheart. You could not be farther from the truth.”
“Their loss,” you say with a shrug. “How about Chrissy? You ever have a thing for her?”
“Really, babe?” Eddie asks with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at you.
“What? I’ll tell you about the very small number of guys that have been in my life before you. Get you all worked up and jealous,” you say with a giggle. “Then put on that babydoll I picked out—that only you ever get to see me in.”
“I may have had a small crush on Chrissy at one time, yes,” Eddie admits, his hands settling on your hips. “She was with this douche Jason who liked to give me shit. They got married, actually. Ha! And just got divorced, she told me in the store this afternoon. Hope she takes all of his clothes and money and shit.”
“She didn’t seem too pleased that I’m your girlfriend,” you say, tilting your head to the side.
“I don’t give a fuck what she thinks about you being my girlfriend. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about you being my girlfriend. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be.”
“Is it because I gave you road head?” you ask with a smirk.
“Yes,” Eddie says with a laugh. “It’s because you gave me road head. Do you care what people will think about you being my girlfriend?”
“I do,” you say. “I care about what two wonderful little boys will think about it. I know they like me. I just hope they’ll like me as their daddy’s girlfriend.”
“If they still like you after you made them eat Brussels sprouts that one time, I think it’s safe to say they’ll always adore you.”
“Good. Because I love them,” you say.
“Now,” Eddie says, pulling your body flush up against his. “About these guys you’ve been with before me…”
Giggling, you roll your eyes at him. “Okay, come on. If we’re having this discussion and subsequent lingerie fuck fest, we better get going so we don’t traumatize Jess too much when she gets home.”
You push Eddie in the direction of your bed before going over to your bedroom door. Peeking out into the living room, you see the Manila envelope with the custody documents still on the table. Closing the door, you officially put it out of your sight. Let it stay there for the night. That can be dealt with tomorrow. Tonight—after a brief period of telling Eddie about your previous trysts—you’re going to make your boyfriend forget everything except for how to scream out your name.
Climbing on top of him, you trail kisses down his neck, feeling his body relax beneath yours. His hand lays on the small of your back.
“Baby?” His voice is so small that you can barely hear it. “Could we just…would it be okay if I just held you for a bit?”
“Of course.” You slither off of him and onto the bed, resting your head on his chest. He hiccups softly, and you feel a tear drip off of his chin and onto your face.
“‘M sorry,” he murmurs, sniffling as he tries to stop crying, but you just stretch up and kiss the tears away.
“Don’t apologize,” you tell him, giving his waist a tight squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere. We can stay like this all day if you want.”
He nods, stubble scratching at your forehead. “I love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips to your scalp, intending to hold you to your promise of holding each other forever.
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fic rec friday 13
hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!
I Need A Hero by @theroyalsavage
The "Nico is a superhero, Will is a med student" AU nobody asked for or wanted.
OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU. I AM LOSING MY MIND AND HAVE READ IT SO MANY DOZENS OF TIMES. genuinely one of my top faces like its so fucking GOOD!!! the romcom romance of it all!! makes me lose it!!! the angst of loving someone who is constantly putting himself on the front lines!! the fear of not knowing if he's coming home!! being his healer, holding his life in your hands because he doesn't trust it with anyone else!!!! what if i rioted!!! what if i chewed clean through my ceiling!!!!! what if i swallowed my phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if i clawed my way out of the pit of despair!!!! i am!! gonna!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!
2. As If His Hands Were Enough (to Hold an Avalanche Off) by @theroyalsavage
Nico di Angelo has been through enough to know life doesn't always work out the way you plan. But fate is a funny thing, and, in Nico's junior year of college, it hands him salvation in the form of freckled cheeks and a smile like the sun.
OH dude this author is actually everything to me. prepare for an onslaught of their stuff bc i am OBSESSED, but this one especially....oh it's special man. this had me LOSING MY MIND. seph’s acceptance made its way into my devotion scrapbook. never be ashamed of loving anybody….what a fucking thesis. i also ADORED how a) story didn’t end with them getting together, went thru them learning each other too and b) nico didn’t get fixed by dating will. he got fixed by loving himself, something he learned to do by loving will. crying.
3. Of Gods and Men by @theroyalsavage
There is something profoundly strange about the forest behind Will Solace’s new house. The trees, it seems, breathe magic. The truth is this: there are things that the forest hides that humans cannot understand. Nico di Angelo is one of them.
I LOVE PARTICULAR AUS!!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU ROYAL SAVAGE!!!!! dude god nico and mortal will is always gonna knock me flat bc its so canon, you know? will is going to be a consort of a god one day. and to read it in fic has me HOWLING but this one in particular....OH the ending is gonna knock yall flat fr!!! if you like percy refusing immortality for annabeth youre gonna LOVE this!!
4. Kitchen Nightmares by @theroyalsavage
Nico is the owner and head chef of an upscale restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, New York City. There's nothing easy about running a business, especially when you have to juggle an overprotective father, a college-age sister, and a staff about as under control as a stampede. The last thing Nico needs is a rival in the form of the ugliest food truck on the face of the planet. And yet, that's exactly what he gets. Of food fights, fledgling friendships, and Nico di Angelo's stupid little soft spot for Will Solace.
i know ive literally said it like five times now but NO ONE does an au like theroyalsavage idc. dude romeo & juliet but food truck and fancy restaurant?? hello!!!! omg!! i literally sat my ass down and devoured this i could not stop myself. and then i hit the end and started it right back up again. the love without having the space to establish anything….inherent homoeroticism of rivalry…..my heart!!
5. don't wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours by @theroyalsavage
Will Solace, café manager extraordinaire, just wants to coast through their monthly open mic night in peace. He definitely is not banking on meeting a handsome stranger with the voice of the gods and the death glare of a high-ranking member of the KGB. And yet, that's exactly what he gets.
telling someone you’re not even dating you’re in love with them after like five months is insane behaviour will solace i get you 😭😭 he is so real in every scenario all the time like he is genuinely perfect for nico who is equally as insane and deserves someone who is fully obsessed with him. god.
thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!
#yes another week of all one author what of it im obsessed with her work#wont even be the only week tbh there will be more#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo & will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#solangelo#fic rec#fic rec friday#longpost
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Hummingbird - Part 4
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Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.
Word Count: ~1300
A/N: Reader is female but no physical descriptors are used.
A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True - Part 3.
Warnings: Talk of purposefully not eating enough. Let me know if I missed any!
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After the party was officially over and the last guest had left, Steve pulled you in for a deep kiss. “Thank you for staying with me tonight,” he breathes. “Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.”
“Yes, you would have,” you croon.
“Nope,” he counters, holding you close to him. “I definitely wouldn’t have been able to keep my calm without you on my arm. Would’ve thrown everyone out in a huff at the end of the scheduled time instead of letting them linger as an excuse to keep you with me.”
“Ah, I was wondering why you let so many stragglers stick around,” you smile at him. “Anything to spend more time with me, huh?”
“We can spend a lot more time together. Tonight. If you want,” he smirks.
“As much fun as that would be,” you tease, “I want to have an actual date or two first.”
“I can respect that. What would you like? A night on the town? A night at the gallery? A fancy, incredibly exclusive restaurant?”
You smirk, “I want to see you in something other than a suit.” He blinks in surprise and you continue, “do you even have any casual wear? When was the last time you were able to just have a night in and not have to dress fancy?”
His cheeks turn a little pink at that, “it…it really has been a long time.”
“I figured. So, for our first date, you’re coming to my apartment, wearing something casual, and we’re going to stay in and watch movies. How does that sound?”
“It sounds perfect,” he coos as he pulls you in for another kiss.
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Steve stood, hands on his hips, staring at his closet for the better part of an hour. Your date is tonight and he’s realized he might be lacking in terms of “something casual”. He’s had to wear suits for so many years that it just became easier to wear them every day, especially if he had an emergency meeting come up. His closet was completely dominated by professional clothes with no denim, khakis or t-shirts in sight.
Sam and Bucky weren’t being helpful, either. “Seriously, Steve, you know she’s into you,” Sam exclaims. “Stop worrying so much about it.”
“Just don’t wear a jacket and keep the top couple of buttons undone,” Bucky added. “It’s not quite casual but it’s probably as close as you’re gonna get.”
“How about some of your workout clothes,” Sam asks. “They’re all clean, right?”
“Sweatpants might be a little too casual,” Bucky retorts.
“Fair, fair,” Sam concedes. “But the shirts could work.”
“Yeah,” Bucky nods. “One of those shirts, not tucked in, and no jacket. That’s pretty casual. Especially for Steve.”
Steve lets out an exasperated sigh and follows their advice. He also makes a mental note to figure out something less formal from his tailor.
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When you open the door to your apartment Steve hands you a bouquet of purple petunias and violets. You bounce on your toes a little as you take them from him and gesture for him to come inside. He’s immediately hit by the delightful mix of smells coming from your kitchen.
“I thought we were going to order delivery,” he comments.
You snort, “ordering out is for when I’m worn out and can’t bring myself to cook. I really enjoy cooking and everything that comes with it. Except for the dishes but thankfully I have a dishwasher.”
Steve chuckles, “is there anything I can do to help out?”
“Yes, actually. I need a taste tester!” You giggle as you pull him into the kitchen. You set the flowers in a vase and turn back to your cooking. “And thanks for wearing a t-shirt,” you comment. “Now I don’t have to be so scared about accidentally spilling some food and staining your very expensive clothing.”
“That’s why you wanted me in casual wear? If any shirt got stained I’d have just gotten a new one,” he argues.
“Or,” you counter, “you could just have an outfit that’s okay to relax and not a big deal if you get food, makeup or whatever on it.”
He raises an eyebrow, “are you thinking of getting some of your makeup on my shirts?” Heat rushes to your cheeks and you stumble over your words, trying to think of a reply. Instead you dip a spoon into the sauce and ask him to taste test it. He grins wickedly at your deflection but obliges.
“Mmmmmm,” is his immediate response. “That tastes really good! A nice bit of heat with it, too. What is it?”
“It’s the sauce for some tinga de pollo,” you reply. “So not too much cumin or too little garlic?”
“Not at all,” he affirms. “It’s damn delicious!”
You squeak in delight and turn back to the stove. You turn off the burners and start dishing up the rice and chicken. “If you need some more heat for it, let me know,” you tell Steve as you hand him his plate. “In the meantime, let’s watch a movie. Do you have any preferences?”
“Umm,” he ponders. “Just no True Crime stuff?”
“Okay! We’re watching Labyrinth, then.”
“A Muppet movie?”
“A great Muppet movie, thank you.”
Steve smiles as you both sit on the couch and you sidle up to him. The food really is delicious and you were nice enough to dish out large portions. Definitely better than a fancy restaurant that serves mostly empty plates. It makes him think about his early career when he was finally able to afford to eat his fill. People were amazed at how quickly he was able to bulk up once he was finally getting enough food. But he had to stop eating his fill in favor of manners and societal obligations. He’s so caught up in enjoying the food he doesn’t realize how fast he’s eaten it until he accidentally brings an empty fork to his mouth.
“Thank you for the compliment,” you smirk. He blushes and tries to apologize for eating so fast but you cut him off. “Sincerely, Steve,” you comfort him, “I’m glad you enjoyed the food. Would you like some more?”
“Yes, please,” he looks at you so appreciatively you give him a small kiss on the cheek as you grab his plate. He tries to grab his plate back but you put a hand on his chest, to keep him seated. “I can get my own food,” he argues. “You should sit and keep eating.”
“Hmm…” you ponder, enjoying the feel of his chest under your hand. “Okay. But promise me you’ll leave room for dessert.”
“I promise,” he smiles and you hand him his plate back. He comes back from the kitchen with his plate entirely covered with food. You raise an eyebrow and he looks right at you as he starts eating. Figuring he knows what he’s doing you settle in again and get back to the movie.
When you’re done eating you set your plate on the coffee table and snuggle up against Steve, resting your head on his shoulder. He freezes for a moment but finds himself relaxing into you. When he finishes his plate he sets it aside and wraps his arm around you. Hugging his massive bicep you sidle closer to him until you’re almost sitting on his leg and rest your head on his chest. He gently moves you so that your legs are sitting on his lap and leans his head against yours.
Between the weight of his arm, his body heat and the steady rhythm of his heart you find yourself falling asleep. You try to fight it but then you hear Steve’s gentle snores. Carefully, so as not to wake him, you glance up and smile at his handsome face, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen. You decide to go with it and let yourself fall asleep feeling safe and warm in his arms.
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Change Part.4
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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead
Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader
A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!
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It’s been a week since Daryl had gifted me these Ballerina slippers, I couldn’t take them off at home, I had practiced the swan dance with them it made me feel really special like he actually cared about me and my interests, then there was a knock at my door it was really late at night so I didn’t know who it was, I left my room walking out to the front door opening up the door and Daryl was there hunched over bloody and groaning
I was the only one home so I didn’t have to worry about Jackson or my parents coming out and making a scene, I wrapped my arm around his waist and steadied him with my other hand against his chest, leading him inside into the bathroom so he could sit on the floor, I rummaged through my cabinet looking for a first aid kit completely panicking
I grabbed it as I saw it tucked back in the corner, grabbing a cool wet cloth and sitting infront of him
“Daryl, what happened?” I asked as my voice shock, he was busted and blue all over and he couldn’t even look me in the eyes, I gently patted the cool cloth over his forehead swooping his hair back
I didn’t push him obviously he just wanted to sit in silence, whatever happened it was brutal and if I were him I wouldn’t wanna be in a chatty mood either, I continued to wash away the blood on his face and arms, sanitizing any cut I came across placing bandaids over the deeper ones wishing I could do something about his bruising
“Is there anywhere else I can help?” I asked just above a whisper as to not spook him wanting to keep him relaxed
He turned his back to me and slowly reached back and lifted his shirt up to his to his shoulders revealing some old deep welted scars and some fresh bleeding ones, so deep it hurt to think how he got them, I rinsed out my cloth and soaked it again since it was already filled with blood, cleaning and sanitizing having to cover them in bandages due to the size of them, my heart bleed for him, who would hurt Daryl he was the sweetest person in the world he deserved all the happiness it offered
“One sec” I threw the cloth in the sink and left to my room finding a oversized black shirt I had for sleeping and some bigger sweatpants, and a pair of boxers I had got once thinking they were pj shorts, bringing them back to the washroom
“Here you can change into these when you’re ready I’ll just be right outside the door if you need help” I said hearing him grunt as I closed the door
I heard shuffling around until the door opened and we made eye contact, I didn’t move and neither did he until……….his arms were wrapped around my and his face buried in my shoulder, I softly wrapped my arms around his waist
“I’m here for you Daryl, always”
He pulled back looking down at me with such dread in his eyes
“Can…..can I stay here tonight?”
“Of course, I told you before you’re welcome to stay with me whenever you need, come on” I lead him to the kitchen getting him a glass of water and making a quick sandwich for him just incase he hadn’t had supper, I say with him in silence as he finished up
“Thanks”
“No problem” I placed the dishes in the washer holding my hand out to him he quickly took it and we went back to my room
“You can get in bed I gotta get in pjs too” I said smiling as he plopped down on the bed
As I was picking out some clothes he spoke up
“Yer wearing em” I looked back seeing he was looking at my feet, the slippers
“Oh ya, I was…….. “practicing” when you came, I love them” I smiled as I took them off and laid them on my cabinet
I quickly changed and laid in bed next to him, still leaving some space since we’ve never done this before
“Is there anything I can get you?”
“Nah Angel, ya did more than enough” he smiled weakly
“Do you wanna talk about it yet?”
“I ain’t ever told anyone…….its my old man, mean prick” he said breaking eye contact
“You’re staying here from now on, or atleast when you feel you need a break” I said placing my hand in his under the blankets between us
“Wish I could stay with ya just me and you”
“Maybe one day, we could start over together and actually be happy” I said thinking about what that life would look like what we could be
“We can……….we will”
•12 Years Later🩷
“Daryl Come on you’re going to be late for work!” I yelled out as I pored some coffee into two thermos’
Daryl came rushing out of the washroom buttoning up his plaid shirt huffing and puffing
“Sorry just real tired from work” he said as he leaned in kissing me gently still as gentle as he was when we shared our first kiss so many years ago
“Well since tomorrow is Saturday and we’re both off how about we have a special day together, I’m all your Mr Dixon” I winked handing him over his coffee
“Can’t wait Mrs Dixon” he smirked
As I was at work grading papers I kept thinking about all the moments that lead to my life now, Daryl and I assigned as partners, becoming friends, then that night he came over injured from his demon of a father, after that things kind of snowballed we continued to hang out, he stayed over more nights growing our relationship stronger, eventually he asked me to and I quote “be his girl” obviously excepting, after graduation with both our save money we were able to get a little apartment in Atlanta while I studied to become a teacher and he worked at an auto body shop, once my schooling I was done we found a little cabin like house in the woods around the outskirts of our home town, sure it was conflicting but now that my family had moved away and it was only Merle around sometimes it felt more comfortable to be where we met and set our roots, the day we moved in and it was just the two of us he proposed with a little silver ring he made himself
•Flashback
“Hey Angel can ya get me that box on the counter?” Daryl asked pointing to a little green box laid amongst the clutter from the days move
“Sure!” As I picked it up and turned to hand it to him he was down on one knee rubbing his hands together his way of showing his nerves
“Baby?”
“Angel, the day ya stepped into my life I knew it was gonna change, my lil ballerina, never thought I’d be so lucky ta get a woman as sweet as ya but I wanna spend the rest of this life with you, will ya marry me Angel?”
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We got married down at town hall, I wore a knee length canvas colors woven dress as he wore his nicest plaid that matched my dress and that night…….well it was a night to remember forever, I got a job at the school I grew up in and he got another job fixing motorcycles at a shop and that leads to now, I was incredibly happy with our lives I only wished I got to become a ballerina, Daryl use to watch me dance in my room sometimes helping me stretch and help with certain moves and still bought me anything ballerina or swan lake related, I even had a little collection in the spare room of our house but maybe………..maybe this little baby girl would like dance aswell I thought as I rubbed my little bump
Daryl and I didn’t really talk about kids much but here I am, 3 months pregnant and Daryl was more excited than I thought he’d be, even more gentle with me, treating me like glass it was adorable though, over the years I noticed he got more harsh with people I know deep down it’s because of his past but he was never like that with me and we always had talks when he was ready about things that happened to him, but every part of this man I love with my whole heart he changed my life for the better
I was broken out of my thought when one of my students called out to me
“Mrs Dixon what are those people doing out there?” Little Melanie asked pointing out the window
I got up and glanced outside to where the supposed problem was and what I saw caught my breath, people limping around ripping and biting into the flesh of others
“What the hell”
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Hi love, can i request one for peaky blinders? Where y/n is in school with Finn and he knows she’s struggling at home so he asks Tommy and the others if they can get her a job or something to help her out. So maybe she gets to clean at the Garrisons and/or maybe watch John’s kids. One night when he gets home late she stays and help him clean up and maybe something happens. Then he says he doesn’t need any help with the kids anymore. Cause he feels bad dragging her in to that life and taking care of his kids and all. But everytime they meet they can’t keep away from eachother.. they end up together maybe Tommy speaks some sense into John or have a talk with y/ns parents to let her marry John? You can do with this idea what you like? I would love to read it!
John Shelby- Can’t Stay Away
Hey! So I changed it a little because of the ages hope that ok so instead of being in school with Finn YN went to school with John and they stayed good friends.
John and I have been friend since we were 4 years old when we started school. My home life wasn’t always great, my father was an alcoholic and my mother was abusive. Mrs Shelby ended up most evening cooking me meals, making sure I had clean clothes. When she passed away it broke all of us.
After wanting to leave my home, Polly gave me a place to live, but finding a job was very hard so I ended up marrying a man who I didn’t love, but he passed away during the war. Tommy got me a job at the Garrison and after Martha passed away I started helping John look after his kids, which caused me to start catching feelings for him. I’ve been doing this now nearly every other day, picking the kids up from school.
Today was no different. I just put them all to bed when John finally comes home
“Hey” I smile at him “have you eaten anything? There’s left overs….”
“I’m getting married” he blurts out making me stop walking towards the kitchen. I turn around with a frown on my face, my heart feels like it’s been crushed into thousands of tiny pieces 
“Oh” is all I can say
“It’s errr Lizzie. Lizzie Stark”
“What?” Lizzie? The woman who’s slept with all of the Shelby brothers, well all except Finn as he’s like 12
“Yeah so errr I don’t need to to help out anymore”
“Oh. Ok erm well I’ll erm see you round then” not really knowing what to say I give John a small smile “congratulations John. I hope she makes you happy” I quickly grab my coat and leave Johns house before he can see that my eyes are starting to tear up.
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Over the next few days YN tries her best to stay away from John, but she just can’t. Not only is that her best friend but she loves him. Tommy being so wise knows how YN feels, but he also knows John also has feelings for his best friend. He’s just being stubborn.
Tommy and his brothers are sat in the snug at the Garrison nursing a whiskey
“She’s gonna change”
“She’s not. I offered her money and she took it”
“Fuck!” John yells running his hands over his face
“But ya know who wouldn’t take the money… YN”
“Tom…”
“Tommys right John. That girl loves you. She has from the day you met”
“But she got married” John frowns at his Aunt who rolls her eyes
“Men… she married because you got married”
“But…”
“Yes you did the right thing, but did you love Martha?”
“Of course I did”
“Like the way you love YN?” Tommy ask
“I….”
“Your a fool if you marry Lizzie” Arthur comments downing his whiskey. Just then there’s a knock on the door and YN walks in
“Hey I’m just about to go, but is there anything else you want before I leave?” YN asks looking around, mainly looking at John
“No thank you love. We’ll see you tomorrow” Polly smiles. YN nods her head and says bye to everyone before walking out. Tommy looks at John who’s staring at the door of the snug. Tommy then looks at the door then back at John
“Bloody hell, go after her!” John quickly gets up and leaves the room as quick as he can. Tommy downs his whiskey “thank fuck for that”.
John runs down the street shouting YN’s name. YN stops and turns round confused to why John is runnin after her. Had she forgotten something?
“John?” but before anything else could be said Johns lips are immediately on YN’s. YN pulls back still feeling confused “why did you do that?”
“Because I’ve finally had some sense knocked into me. I love you YN. I can’t stay away from you. It’s you I want to marry, to help look after my kids and maybe even had kids with… that’s if you’ll let me?”
“What about Lizzie?” YN asks
“I’ll break it off with her, I promise, but…” John then gets down on one knee “will you marry me?”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear. Of course I will” with that John gets up and spins YN round, kissing her lips. Little did the couple know that Tommy had also left the Garrison hoping to catch a glimpse of the two. He won’t ever tell anyone, but he did smile when he saw his brother and YN happy in each other’s arms finally.
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hot to go!
genre: fluff au: fast food worker au lol, non idol au warnings: swearing word count: 0.6k pairing: gn!reader x han jisung song: hot to go! by chappell roan
AND BABY, DON’T YOU LIKE THIS BEAT?
“You have to stop playing your mixtapes,” you say to Jisung as you switch the music to something more appropriate. A radio hit or something, Jisung can’t tell. “Jinyoung will get mad at me, not you.”
“We sell burgers. What's the big deal? C’mon, just one more song. There’s no one here anyway.”
You sigh and turn up the volume like it will drown out Jisung’s complaints. Instead, Taylor Swift melancholically sings about Post Malone or killing wives or whatever the song’s about, while Jisung argues with you until you’ve reached the till. He knows he shouldn’t. You’ve been here since 4 PM, dealing with the evening crowd and the annoying middle schoolers who think they’re hot shit now that they’ve reached the double digits in age. Whatever patience you have is worn thin.
But he really needs you to listen to the next song.
“Take it up with the boss,” you repeat.
“You are the boss,” he repeats back.
The usual night shift manager, Nayeon, is sick, which puts you in charge because Jinyoung doesn't trust Jisung or Mark. He’s right, of course, but would it kill you to use your powers for his benefit?
You mechanically count the money in the register and push the drawer in with more force than necessary. The restaurant is empty, which means your customer service persona is off. He likes you so much better when it’s off. That weary aggression is hot.
“I’m gonna grab a snack,” he finally says when it’s clear that you’re not giving in. “You want fries?”
“Yeah. And if you change the music, I’m firing you.”
“You can’t fire me.”
You smirk. “I’m the boss, remember?”
Before Jisung’s body can make the terrible decision to kiss you right here, right now, he forces himself to go into the kitchen. Mark, in an apron splattered with grease, has a vape pen in one hand, his phone is the other. He acknowledges Jisung with a nod before turning back to the TikTok he’s watching. Taylor Swift sings at twice her normal speed. Jisung can’t escape her.
Fuck it.
Once he’s queued up his song, he grabs a burger from under the heat lamp and two cones of fries. When he returns to the counter, there’s two cups of soda waiting.
“Aw, you do care,” he remarks, causing you to roll your eyes. “Cherry coke?”
“Of course. It’s the best.”
You reach for the fries and let out a happy sigh when you taste them. This part of you, Jisung also likes. The sweet serenity hidden underneath all of your cynicism rarely shows, and he watches out of the corner of his eye as you sip on your drink, a subtle smile building on your face.
Then his song comes on. It takes only three seconds for you to recognize his voice.
“You’re fired,” you say, turning around so you can change the music back to Taylor Swift. God, he can’t listen to her anymore, not when every song of hers makes him daydream about you.
“Last song, I swear. Just listen to it. Please,” he says. “I’ll clean the ice cream machine tonight.”
You lean back against the counter and stare at the speakers on the ceiling like the words will materialize from the sound. You don’t realize it, but it’s a kind gesture. Jisung knows his face is red. When the playlist goes back to radio hits, you finally look at him.
“Cute song,” you say.
“It’s about you.”
“I know. Hey, can you take me home tonight? My roommate’s visiting her family, so I don’t have a ride.” Coyly, you add, “Or anyone waiting at home for me.”
Fuck the ice cream machine.
I MADE IT SO YOU’D SLEEP WITH ME.
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Rescuing Ellie: Part One
This is the first chapter of a new series I'm hoping to start in which Ellie is fostered and then eventually adopted by the Miller family. I can't promise when updates will be but I'm hoping it won't be too long until the next one is posted, enjoy!
Warnings: mentions of trauma, Joel and Sarah being too cute, Ellie possibly being neurodivergent is touched on slightly, childhood trauma, I think that's everything, Sarah calls reader 'mom'
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Prompt: You, Joel and Sarah and made aware of Ellie’s existence as your little family prepares to add one more
Joel was pacing around the living room, Sarah sitting on the couch with a book in hand sharing a smirk with you. “Dad! Sit down. If they walk in and see you pacing like a mad man they’re gonna turn the opposite way. Relax.” Sarah told him sternly and he nodded, making you laugh. Sarah had always been able to make him do as he was told.
“Is the bathroom clean? Did we vacuum the kitchen?”
“Joel, baby. I love you but please shut the hell up. Everything is clean, everything is tidy but the house still looks homely and welcoming, ok? The social worker would be stupid to think that our home wasn’t good enough to bring another child into.” You said to him and he nodded, taking a seat next to Sarah and letting his arm extend around the back of the couch as she leant on his shoulder.
“What book are you reading kiddo?” He asked and she smiled.
“To Kill a Mockingbird. Miss Garcia recommended it so mom took me to get it from the library on Friday.” She explained and Joel shot you a small smile.
Sarah wasn’t your biological child but that never stopped the three of you from acting like a true family. You had met Joel in a bar when Sarah was just 4 and, after a few dates, you finally got to meet his little girl and the pair of you were on your honeymoon a year later. Giving birth had never been something you had wanted to do, stories from friends and family completely putting you off the idea, but Sarah was desperate for a sibling and you knew, deep down, that Joel would love to have another kid in the house.
A knock on the door had Joel shooting to his feet, almost falling into the table, as he walked to the door to let the woman. “Mr and Mrs Miller, it’s good to see you again. And I take it this is the Sarah I got to know so much about?” She asked with a cheeky smile and Sarah laughed.
“Yeah my dad can get carried away with his bragging.” She said and Joel blushed, you squeezing his hand before he stepped aside to let the woman in.
“Well, I’m sure you're aware of why I’m here. I’m Courtney, the social worker who’s been asked to come and have a look around, make sure everything is up to scratch and walk you through the next few steps.” She clarified and the three of you nodded, Joel gesturing for her to take a seat and then taking his seat back next to Sarah who was laying her book on the coffee table.
“To Kill a Mockingbird? You like reading?” Courtney asked Sarah who nodded quickly.
“I was always read bedtime stories from dad or my uncle Tommy when he lived with us and then mom would help me read the harder books because those too are hopeless when it comes to words with more than three syllables.” She teased and Courtney laughed while Joel looked at Sarah with faux offence while you snorted into your hand.
“Well I can already tell that the three of you have a lovely dynamic going on. We’ve already discussed that it is your intention to foster a child and then adopt once the child is settled, correct?” She asked and Joel nodded.
“We don’t think it’s fair for a kid to get used to living with us and then we just change our routine once another kid comes along, you know?” You said and she nodded.
“Well, would you be able to show me around?” She asked and you nodded, Sarah opting to stay seated while you and Joel led her around your home.
“That room at the back is mine and Joel’s, Sarah’s is on the left and then the room on the right is obviously the spare room. We’ve left it pretty plain so that we can decorate it to their tastes but the room design is their choice.” You explained and she nodded.
“And you said you have two bathrooms?” She asked and Joel nodded.
“There’s the ensuite in the master bedroom and then the bathroom on your left is the bathroom that Sarah uses.” Joel told her and she nodded with a bright smile.
“It seems you’re all quite prepared for a new arrival. I believe there is someone in our system who would benefit greatly from being included in your family. If you’d like, I can set up a meeting for the pair of you to meet her and then another a few days later where you can bring Sarah along so the girls can get to know each other a little bit?” Courtney suggested and you and Joel both nodded quickly.
“That’d be great.”
“If we go and take a seat, I can go over some of her details and we’ll see what you think.”
Sitting back on the couch, Courtney pulled out a folder and Sarah peeked over the book. “Someone that eager to come live with us?” She asked and Joel rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly.
“Not when they find out you’re here.” He teased and she scoffed.
“Your old man grunts when you get up off the couch would be enough to scare anyone away. Surprised mom didn’t escape when she could.” She threw back at him and you looked to both of them.
“That’s enough with the pair of you, let’s listen to what Courtney can tell us about the girl ok?” You said and they both nodded, Joel smiling gently at you.
“So, her name’s Ellie, she’s 10 and she’s pretty mature for her age. Became independent at a young age and is generally intelligent if that’s something that interests you. She does have slight trauma which can cause occasional nightmares and she can be generally nervous around new people but is fiercely protective once she gets to know someone.” Courtney said and Joel sat up straighter.
“Sarah, you wanna go to your room for a little honey? We’ll call you back in once we go over some of the finer details?” He asked her and she nodded, collecting her book from the table and heading to her room. You looked at him confused and he cleared his throat.
“When you say trauma, are we allowed to know what that trauma is?” He asked and you looked at him shocked. Was this going to be a dealbreaker for him? “Woah no not because of anything bad. I just meant would there be anything that we could do to make the transition a little easier. Like is it better to have her meet us one at a time or maybe Sarah first or-.” You breathed a sigh of relief as he explained himself. “Kids have trauma, it doesn’t put me off fostering her just because she’s had a shitty past. I just don’t want her to feel like she has to feel a certain way once she joins us, you know?” He said more to you than to Courtney and you nodded.
“It’s probably better that she meets the pir of you first. Ellie’s mother died during childbirth and no one knew who her father was which meant that she was placed straight into foster care. She’s had some really bad experiences with foster homes which is why we are extremely careful of who we place her with. She struggles with men quite a lot which is why we always ensure that there are more women than men in whichever home she goes to. The best thing you can do for her is to just be yourselves. She has an extremely good judge of character so she’ll see straight through whatever facade you try to put up.” Courtney encouraged and you and Joel nodded, you watching as your husband took in all the information he could.
“The only other guy that’s ever really here is my brother but most of the time his wife and son are with him. Would that be ok once she gets settled?” He asked and Courtney nodded.
“As much normalcy as possible will help her settle. She doesn’t like to be a burden so feeling like your routine is being changed for her will make her feel awkward. We’ve had many fosters change their mind with Ellie due to some of her personality traits.” Courtney revealed and you frowned.
“Personality traits? What do you mean?” You asked and she frowned slightly.
“Many of the fosters believe that Ellie may be neurodivergent which could lead to some of her other traits such as her short temper and her objections to certain food textures or smells. She also struggles to divert from certain routines and some families found that hard to adjust to and it was making Ellie restless. It should also be noted that Ellie isn’t the ‘typical girl’ that a lot of families are searching for. She has very strong tastes in the clothes she wears and how she is viewed and will refuse to cooperate if it goes against what she wants.”
“We don’t expect her to stick to any kind of mould. As long as she’s her own person we don’t care.” Joel said and you nodded. “Would she be interested in any kind of sports? Sarah plays soccer so maybe signing her up for that would be a good idea?” He asked and Courtney shook her head with a smile.
“Ellie is quite small for her age so she gets pushed around a lot whenever it comes down to sports or physical activity. Her favourite hobbies are music and drawing but I’m sure she’ll tell you all about that once you get to meet her. Once you find a topic she enjoys, the girl can talk for hours.” She said and Joel’s eyes lit up, your husband’s love for music shining through and Courtney seemed to notice.
“Well, I can see you’re clearly excited to meet her so I’ll let you guys talk it over and once I’ve spoken to Ellie I’ll email with a date for you to come down to the home and meet her if that’s everything you had to ask.” You both shook your heads and Joel called for Sarah who bid goodbye to Courtney and then the three of you flopped onto the couch, Joel’s head dropping into Sarah’s lap as she shot him a stink eye for interrupting her reading.
“Well that seemed to be a success. I can’t wait to meet her.” Joel said and you chuckled, Sarah just resting her book on his face and continuing to read.
“I say we order pizza to celebrate.” You suggested and Sarah cheered while Joel grumbled.
“I hope it’s your money that’s paying for it.” He said and you and Sarah both burst into laughter.
“Of course not. Don’t you wanna provide for your girls my manly husband. Inn’t that what all you Texas men are built for?” You teased and he scoffed, laughing as you kissed his cheek.
“Make sure to order a ham and pineapple for the monster bookworm.” He told you and you nodded.
“If anybody’s order was going to be forgotten it’d be yours dad. Just accept that mom loves me more.” Sarah said, prodding his cheek and you smiled.
“What is it you want Joel?” You asked sweetly and grunted.
“All I ever want is cheese and it’s always forgotten.”
“Shut up you giant man baby.” You pushed his face into the couch cushion and he pouted.
“Thought I was your manly husband?” He asked with a slight smirk showing on his face until Sarah hit him with her book.
“Stop flirting with my mom. You’re ruining my appetite.”
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Hide Your Heart pt.4
Part four of the Steve Harrington has bad parents au. I would’ve posted this last night but I past out right after finishing the chapter in an daze of insomnia
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Steve had been up for hours, waiting for his parents to come back. Maybe he was right and they were never coming back. What if they had just packed up and taken off without a goodbye? It wouldn’t be the first time they’d done that, making excuses about flight times and scheduling errors.
He decided to clean the kitchen, like he always did when he was stressed. It was three in the morning, he was standing on top of the counter to dust the overly complicated light fixture in the kitchen, when the front door banged open. He heard a shrill cackle and the sound of furniture being jostled around. They were drunk, of course they were fucking drunk. He was just about to hop down off the counter when his mother stumbled into the kitchen.
“Wha-h-what’re you doin’ on the cowter, Steven?” She snorted, falling against the table and slouching her head down to lay on it.
“Nothing, mother. You should get to bed.” He got down, taking her arm to guide her up the stairs. His father was passed out on the couch, he would have to keep his call with Eddie quiet.
“Oh, Stevie, you would’ve loved the dessert!”
Steve’s stomach dropped, he tried to pay attention to her rambling but he couldn’t listen to her gush about the chocolate cake because his mother hadn’t called him Stevie since the first trip they took. He was 8 years old, she had wrapped him in her arms and whispered how much she would miss him and how it would be over before he knew it into his hair. She had held his hand until she had to get in the car and the nanny had to pull him back. She was losing consciousness, words slurring as she drifted and her head hit the pillow with a snore.
Steve sat a cup of water on her bedside, alongside tylenol for when she woke up, he pressed his lips to her forehead on his way out, “Goodnight, mother.” He whispered before closing the door.
He dragged a kitchen chair over to where the phone hung on the wall, slumping into it as he put in Eddie’s number. It wasn’t until he was listening to the faint click on the receiving end that he remembered his father snoring on the couch. It was too late to hang up, so he resigned himself to whispering and praying that his father didn’t wake up in a drunken stupor.
“Mh’ello?” Eddie’s voice mumbled sleepily.
Steve breathed out, a sigh of guilt, “Hi, I can call later if—”
“Stevie,” Eddie’s voice filled with warmth and Steve bit back a grin, there were no bittersweet memories that plagued his mind when Eddie said the name, “always up to talk to you, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure?” He whispered, already preparing to make himself hang up.
“I promise.” Eddie said it so sincerely, sounding genuinely happy that he called, who was Steve to argue?
“Ok,” It was so quiet, barely a word, Steve wasn’t sure if he spoke it or if it was his breath that formed the word of its own accord.
“Is there a reason we’re whispering?” Eddie asked, playing along anyway. Steve could hear the playful smirk in his voice. What he wouldn’t give to see it in person.
“My father’s asleep on the couch.” Steve told him.
Eddie hummed, “Trouble in paradise?”
“Try too drunk to make it through the front door.”
“Yeesh,” Eddie mumbled, “you gonna be okay over there?”
“I’ll be fine, s’long as he doesn’t wake up.”
He hears Eddie’s big, dramatic gasp, “Risking it for little ole me, Harrington?” And it sounds joking but Steve knows, he knows that Eddie knows it’s not a joke.
“The things I do for you,” he shoots back anyway, because he’s delusional. Because maybe he wishes it could be just a joke. Because he’ll take the humor when he can.
Eddie’s tone changes then, more concerned, “It’s almost one am, Stevie, you planning on sleeping tonight?”
“You know I can’t.” He sighs.
“You should at least try. It’ll be easier to get through the week if you’re not falling asleep at the wheel.”
“I don’t even know if they’re going to be here for a week.” He paused, falling quiet, “Is it messed up that I don’t want them to stay?”
He heard Eddie sigh, “I can’t pretend to know what that’s like but you’re allowed to feel however you want about them. You’re the one who has to live with this, that means you decide how you feel about them.”
“What if he’s right, though?” Steve mumbled. What if everything my father says about me is true and I’m a no good freeloader?
“He’s not right about you.” Eddie told him, understanding immediately, speaking again when Steve started to protest, “He’s not right about you, Steve. I know you and I know you don’t deserve this. So you know what, live in his house and spend his money and do whatever the hell you want because if he can’t pretend to care about you then fuck him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“You’re crazy, you know?” Steve said because he wasn’t going to start tearing up again.
“So I’ve been told. You don’t get accused of devil worship and witchcraft for nothing, my love.”
“Can you witchcraft my routine back?” Steve asked around a yawn.
“Oh yeah, all you gotta do is go to sleep.”
Steve groaned, “No. I miss you.”
“See me in your dreams, sweetheart.”
Steve rolled his eyes because he could feel the exaggerated wink in Eddie’s voice, “That was terrible. Like, astoundingly awful.”
“I’d say I miss you too but I’m not sure I miss the attitude. Your inner mean girl is surfacing, Stevie.”
“You’re horrible, I’m just trying to go to sleep and my own boyfriend is bullying me.” He muttered with no real conviction.
Eddie gasped, “I knew you were tired!”
“Shhhh, let me sleep.” He didn’t hang up though, just settled into the kitchen chair and propped himself up against the wall next to the phone.
“It’s almost like that’s what I was trying to do, weird.” The sound of blankets rustling drifted from the other end of the line and Steve guessed Eddie was getting back in bed.
“Can you—” Steve hesitated, “Will you keep talking? Just until I can sleep?”
He hadn’t asked anyone this in a long time, not since his father had lectured him on independence and being a man. Maybe Eddie would finally see him as the loser he was, too much of a baby to handle one night alone.
But Eddie just hummed, “Nerdy snoozefest or something interesting?”
I love him. Steve would tell him later but now wasn’t the time, “Whatever you want.”
“Anything? Even the newest campaign I’m helping Dustin plan?”
Steve pushed back a sigh and agreed, pulling his legs up onto the chair as Eddie started his ramble with a gleeful ‘You’ve been warned’.
He talked and talked about creatures and myths. He went on a whole tangent about how Dustin was dead set on adding some thing that sounded like some weird dessert Steve’s great aunt Marge used to bring to Christmas dinner, a gelatinous cube he called it. Steve couldn’t keep up if he tried, and he had tried but even though he surrounded himself with a whole gaggle of nerds their mile-a-minute words were still lost on him. So instead he closed his eyes and let Eddie’s voice wash over him until he felt himself nodding off.
When Steve woke up again he was still in the chair—thank God he’d grabbed one with arms or he would have been on the floor. The first thing he registered was the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window, so it was still nighttime. The second thing he noticed was the phone still wedged between his shoulder and ear, soft breathing so close he could almost feel it puffing through the speaker. He sat up, grabbing the phone and popping his neck, only to wince at the sharp pain that shot through his spine. The wooden back of the chair dug into his own back.
“Eds?” He whispered, voice strained.
“Mh-wha?” Eddie’s disoriented mumbling would never not bring a smile to Steve’s face.
“You fell asleep, we both did.”
“Oh. What time is it?”
Steve craned his neck to check the clock, “Two a.m.”
Eddie yawned and then groaned, “Way too early to be awake.”
Steve agreed, “I’m going to hang up and go to bed, okay? Remind me to never sleep upright again.”
“Okay. Night, babe.” Eddie whispered, “I love you.” He added, like it was the easiest thing to say in the world.
Steve realized it was when he said it back, feeling a soft smile spread across his face, “I love you too.”
He was about to hang up, hand already reaching for the wall, when a shadow stumbled into the room.
“Father—” He stood lightning fast, dropping the phone and feeling the cord stretch before coiling back together.
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Fun fact: I Struggled writing their call because I had No Ideas. You can probably tell but I Can Not be bothered to rewrite it, it’s mostly filler anyway
Part 5
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