#decided to grab two ocs for these because. well. i don't talk about them enough tbh SGFJDHGDJ

[themultifanshipper]

Heyy sooo I was thinking “I love you but right now I just need you to bend over and take it” with George and reader! Maybe George has a breeding kink and after seeing her with his family kids over the holiday he really wants to get her pregnant?? Maybe boat sex since they were all on a boat?? 😅

This was the last straw for George. Seeing you interact with his nieces and nephews during family gatherings was bad enough, but the way you were now taking care of them during summer vacation as if they were your own was igniting a perverse hunger within George, and he was determined to do something about it.

Warnings: Smut, panty gag, boat sex, specifically yacht sex, semi-public sex?, idk if benjy has a son, oc if not, dirty talk, breeding kink, george just being feral tbh, no prep, bad etiquette, but no pain bc this is fiction. Perhaps an intervention is in order? Idk

Requested from my prompt list

It came to a head when you were cooking on the yacht for his nephew.

That day it was just you, George, his brother Benjy, and benjy's son. The rest of the family had decided to stay firmly on land for the day.

The little guy was hungry and you had volunteered to make a plate of his favorite pasta, leaving him up on the deck with his father.

George was sat behind you watching you work, whipping up a quick sauce and waiting for the water to boil.

It drove George nuts how attentive you were to his family members’ needs and how well you had integrated into the family.

And seeing you look after kids was the cherry on top, and made him think more and more about starting a family of his own.

The two of you had agreed though, no kids as long as George was an f1 driver. You didn't want to put that kind of strain on your family, and if something were to happen to him you didn't want your kid growing up without a father.

But the two of you had needs, and condoms were a bit of a hassle when you have sex as much as you two did, so you got an implant. In theory it was impossible to get you pregnant.

That wasn't going to stop George from giving it a bloody good go, though.

“How long is the pasta supposed to take?” he asked as you poured it in to the boiling water.

“About six minutes?” you replied “why?”

You hadn't noticed him set an alarm, then sneak up behind you until his hands were wrapped around your waist and he lifted you up and away from the stove.

“Good, plenty of time for me to fill you up” he growled into your ear as you squealed and writhed in his hold.

“George-!”

He pushed you down onto the table and made quick work of your shorts and underwear, dragging them down you legs and stuffing your panties in you mouth. “I love you but right now I just need you to bend over and take it”

You tried to protest through the cotton but it was no use, he grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back.

“Can't have the kid hearing what we're doing down here. What kind of parents would that make us?”

You moaned as he slid his tip over your quickly dampening folds. “Don't have time to prep you, baby. Think you can take me just like this?”

You shuddered and moaned through the fabric and he chuckled.

“Of course you can take me. You can take everything I give you because you're such a good girl, aren't you?”

George’s praise never failed to make you melt, and your body slumped over the table so that your legs wouldn’t have to take any weight.

He held you down as he slid inside you slowly, your back arching against his hold.

To say he was gentle would have been a lie. He was rough and demanding, but passionate, as he plastered himself over your back and bullied his cock deep into your tight heat.

“Going to come inside you, baby. Gonna fill you up until your dripping and begging me to stop.” He rasped in your ear as his hips sped up and his breathing got heavier. “God you have no idea how fucking feral it makes me seeing you with kids. Makes me want to breed you, force you to make me one of my own.”

Your walls fluttered around him and he chuckled darkly in your ear.

“You like that, darling? You want to be so full of me it makes you a mother?”

You gasped and nodded, and tried in vain to tell him you were close through the gag, but you didn't need to. George knew your body like the back of his hand and he could already feel you clenching rhythmically around him.

“Go on baby, come for me. Milk my cock, there you go. My perfect little cumslut”

You could feel your toes curl as the feeling of bliss took over your body and you pulled George over the edge with you, his hips slamming into you, trying to get his seed as deep as he could.

Just then the alarm rang on his phone for the pasta that was now ready.

“Perfect timing” George laughed as he pulled out and took your spit soaked panties out of your mouth to let you get on with the food.

“Indeed, can I have my underwear back please?” you asked, picking up your shorts and putting your hand out.

“Oh no, I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart” George just pocketed them, despite your protests, and smirked at you.

“Your implant is effective like 99% of the time, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at him

“-ish, why?”

“Because I'm going to beat the odds and fill you up a hundred times until it takes”

His logic was flawed, bless his heart, but you couldn't deny that the idea of him using you over and over again like an animal in heat sent a shiver down your spine, and your pussy clenched in protest.

“Now I'll take the food up, and when I come back I want you in the bedroom, ready to be filled up again.”

He quickly prepped the plate and disappeared up the steps, leaving you dripping down your legs and shocked at his words.

Maybe when this implant ran out, you were going think twice before replacing it…

[dronekittycuddles]

First OC post!! Hello!! Intro post coming soon but in the meantime - a little silly something i wrote during classes at uni. Enjoy!!

N patted his lap, an invitation. Uzi didn't waste time, immediately crawling onto the larger drone, burying her head into his shoulder. He chuckled, encompassing them in a gentle hug.

The two robots stayed like that for a while, N rubbing small circles on the other's back. Uzi fully relaxed into him. The disassembler's attention drifted from his girlfriend to the bag he brought with him. Right, snacks! N leaned slightly to his left, reaching for one of the battery packs on top. He pulled out a bundle of zinc-air buttons, Uzi's favourite.

"Uzi, baby." N spoke softly as to not spook his little. "Look what I got, your favourite batteries!" He took one out of the package and held it up to Uzi's face. She looked back, eyeing the snack, before burying her face back into him with a displeased whine. N frowned.

"Hey, buddy. Are you not feeling well?" He's met with another whine, this time much softer. She didn't want to admit it it seems, but to him it was a clear confirmation.

Gently, N pried Uzi away from himself, to check her temperature. The purple drone pouted as the back of N's hand met her upper screen.

"Hm, you're not overheating. I don't see any warnings popping up either..." He met Uzi's discontent glare, seemingly from being separated from her source of warmth and comfort. N thought for a moment before finally asking, "Is it your tummy? Do you have a tummy ache?"

Uzi grimaced and shoved her head back into N's shoulder. Bingo.

"Hey, that's nothing to be embarrassed about, little dude. We'll get you fixed right up." N already had an idea of what could help. He just had to figure out how to get up with an /extremely/ clingy little glued to him. He was pretty certain getting her off of him willingly would be borderline impossible, and the last thing he wants right now is to make her more upset than she already is. So, the tall drone moved his hand to support Uzi from the bottom and tried as best he could to stand up, using a wooden bedframe and his tail as balancing aids. He succeeded, carefully making his way into the kitchen, but not before grabbing a tall baby bottle from one of Uzi's drawers.

Fortunately, her father already left their shared apartment, and wasn't scheduled to return for another few hours. That meant N didn't have to rush or hide with preparing Uzi's little meal. Which was great because, to be quite honest, making anything while only having one hand available was going to take longer, whether he liked it or not. At least he had his tail, too.

N pressed on regardless, rummaging through the fridge until he found what he was looking for - a bottle of power steering fluid. It was much lighter on the stomach than oil, but could still help lubricate some of Uzi's internal mechanisms. Hopefully, that would be enough to solve or, at least, partially quell her problem.

At some point while N was busy doing his very best /not/ to spill the liquid everywhere, the little purple drone slowly readjusted herself on his arm so she could see what he was doing. She gazed at his every move with curious eyes.

N took notice of that, fixing his attention back to his little with a smile, after popping the bottle in a microwave for about a minute.

"What's up, buddy? Wanted to peek what's for dinner tonight?" Uzi didn't respond, but her expression seemed to brighten. She loved when N talked to her, he knew, even despite the fact that tiny Uzi wasn't very keen on speaking herself.

Suddenly, one bitey tail extended from Uzi's rear. Though instead of, well, biting, it only swished happily below her. N chuckled, making the other drone form a blush of embarrassment.

"Oh, what's that? Your friend decided to show up for some food as well?" Uzi's tail stopped wagging and bought its "head" up for N to pet and then promptly went back to swaying happily. It wasn't sentient, not really, but it was fun to pretend it was.

The microwave beeped, an unpleasant sound that N quickly silenced by clicking one of the buttons. He retrieved the warmed bottle, capped it and shook to make sure the liquid was all equally warmed. It wasn't very hot, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Okay." N made his way to the living room. Usually, he would return to Uzi's room, but now that the apartment was empty, he much preferred using the armchair. It provides much better support for both him and Uzi than a cold wall does, plus it's much more comfortable.

He sat down with a grunt and let Uzi adjust herself in his arms. With a bit of help, she laid down across N's lap, head resting on his metal bicep. The disassembler brought the bottle up to her lips. Uzi still hesitated, though, visor displaying a worried look.

"C'mon, buddy. It'll make you feel better." N used his 'trapped' hand to pet the little drone's shoulder. "Promise." He smiled softly.

That seemed to be enough to assure Uzi. Placing her hands on the bottle in a loose grip, she shyly took the silicone nib into her mouth and began drinking.

Almost immediately, N felt her body relax, warmth from the drink spreading through her insides. The purple drone's hold on the bottle tightened, prompting N to let go. He used his now free hand to draw small circles on her stomach, providing further comfort.

"Don't drink too fast." He didn't want her to choke on accident. But Uzi didn't seem to be in a rush, savouring all the pleasant sensations soothing her aching stomach.

After a while, all the liquid was gone. Uzi began chewing on the soft silicone with a content hum. It didn't last long though, with N removing the bottle from her grip shortly after. He was met with a whimper of protest.

"Zi, you know I can't let you chew on the bottle. You'll break it." He knows this, because it already happened. Twice. Neither of them were big fans of venturing out in search of a new one, but it was up to the disassembler to make sure they didn't have to.

In response, Uzi glued herself to the taller drone's chest, and... began nibbling his shirt.

"Hey!" N pried the material out her mouth, which earned him another whine. "My clothes are not for biting either, young lady! You have toys for that!" He scolded his little, but quickly shifted tones. He didn't want Uzi to think he was /actually/ mad at her. "Speaking of, we should probably get you some, huh, ya little shark?" N booped the other drone square in the middle of her display, making her giggle.

He got up, making sure both the bottle and Uzi were secure in his grasp, and made his way back to the bedroom.

This time, Uzi wasn't as opposed to being torn away from N, but still complained with various noises of dissatisfaction once set on the bed. The other drone gave her a quick forehead kiss.

"I'll come back to cuddle in a second, okay? I'm just getting the toys for you."

Soon, he was done rummaging through drawers, picking out two teethers; a blue bird- shaped water one and a hard one, attached to a plush crocodile - and a black pacifier, strapped to a lanyard clip patterned with happy dogs. N really liked that one.

The taller drone smiled as he laid down on the bed, opening his arms. Uzi pressed herself against his side, one hand grabbing for a teether. N let her choose which one she wanted - his little went for the bird.

Uzi released the hoodie sleeve she was mercilessly mauling and slipped the soft plastic between her lips. Now, tightly snuggled against her boyfriend, the purple drone began to feel drowsy.

N took notice of that, and without missing a beat came up with an offer.

"Want me to tell you a story, little buddy?"

Uzi perked up a bit at that, her tail wagging rapidly. N was really good at making up fantasy stories on the fly, or so he's told. But the fact that he isn't reading means that, every single time, the story is different. Which is why Uzi loves them so much.

N chuckled, dragging a fluffy comforter over both of them. He pulled Uzi closer, her brilliantly purple eyes looking straight up at him.

"Okay, so, once upon a time..."

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It didn't take long for sleepiness to overtake Uzi - they barely made it halfway through the story before [SLEEP MODE] appeared on the girl's screen. N took that as his cue, slowly taking the falling teether out of her mouth and replacing it with a pacifier, which he gingerly clipped to her hoodie.

After turning off the bedside lamp, N enveloped Uzi in a tight hug and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

[kuromitos]

May the best hero win!

[Dick Grayson x GN!Reader x Jason Todd]

Plot: what happens when two batboys have a crush on the same person? Chaos. Petty Chaos.

Note: more storyline based on my OC that I'm too nervous to share with. The reader has a hero name called 'incognito'

It was supposed to be a regular night. A typical run down of the latest mission in Gotham. But we are talking about the Wayne Family here, or should I say the batfamily, there is nothing 'normal' or 'typical' about them.

Instead of going to collect the Intel from their reliable source, like they are supposed to do, Nightwing(Dick) and Red Hood(Jason) are fighting each other on top of a rooftop. With Red Robin(Tim), the signal(Duke), Spoiler(Steph), and Robin(Damian) watching them from another rooftop and taking bets on who will win the fight. While the black bat(Cass) goes off and completes the mission.

How did we get to these events? Well, things first started earlier in the night. Batman contacted the members of his family to gather inside the Batcave for their briefing before patrol, "we have received Intel earlier in the month that shipment of a new drug is coming to Gotham in the coming week." Batman stated while pulling up the required information on the back computer.

"A new drug?" Nightwing asked, "I ain't heard anything about no new drug." Red hood said with a mad tone, his regular tone. "That's because it's technically not new." Red Robin pulled up articles and reports from his wrist computer to the bat computer for everyone to see. "It's originally a chemical used in medicine but somebody decided to use it as a base for a new drug. There have been huge reports of it in Chicago, Detroit, and Baltimore. Recently, there's been rumors of it spreading to Gotham and now it's have been confirmed."

"The problem now is we don't know where the shipments is being dropped off." Batman said, changing the info on the screen to a photo of three men. "That has only been shared privately with these men only. But we have a double agent that was able to get the location for us and going to give it to us at the usual location on top of the Lincoln bank building. " He concluded his small speech with his back to the group because he doesn't want to see their faces of annoyance from them.

"The agent is . . . . Incognito. " "UUGGGGHHHH!"

Now hearing those groans you would think that they hate or can't stand the person called 'incognito'. Quite the contrary, they love them and consider them as an extended family member. What actually causes those groans were the two guys that like incognito some much more than everyone else. So much they turned it into a petty competition.

"I'll go" "I'll go"

They both turned toward each other when hearing each other voices and glare at each other. Those glares were signs to everyone around them that this was going to all night. Especially when Duke uttered the words "not this again."

"Don't you have to be bludhaven right now? Dick. " "Don't worry about that, Jay. I settled things before coming over. What about you, huh? Shouldn't you be covering crime alley or hanging out with the outlaws?" Dick smirks at his brother's poor attempt at jabs. "Just got done with a mission, dick head. " "Then you must be tired. I'll do this little info collecting-" Jason interrupted dick with a finger shoved in his face. " Don't give me that crap. You talked to them last time. Im going this time!" " Come on Jason. I'm just looking out for you. You don't think straight when you're around them." "Better than you. At least I think with my brain here" He points at his head, "and not the one down here." Jason grabbed his private part in a vulgar manner, which got a reaction out of dick. Pissed off. He was about to retort back but he was stopped by hearing Bruce scream at them both, "Enough! " which grabbed their attention. Jason still grabbing his. . . Little hood.

"Both of you going to the meeting point, then. Whoever gets there first can collect the information. I don't care who does it, just go!" Bruce yelled at them. They both stood there for awhile before Jason run towards his motorcycle screaming 'I'm getting there first!' With Dick on his tail also screaming, 'No you won't. '

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That's how we got to where we started. They raced thru the city using their personal own shortcuts until they bump into each other on top of an apartment building. Both felt they won't get their private moment they wanted with the double agent of their dreams, they decided to fight the other. First one down on their back, wins.

At first simple sparring quickly turns into a full-on brawl. Going at each other for at least an hour. Neither holding back on the other. While throw petty insults at each other too.

"Dickhead"

"Blowhard"

"Man slut"

"Zombie"

They took so long on this fight the other kids stop their patrol to watch and place bets. Jason was getting the winning votes.

It looks like the fight could go on forever since neither one looks like stopping anytime soon but a certain stop them in their tracks.

"Got it." They both turns towards the voice to see black bat with a piece of paper in her hand. "Got what exactly? " Dick asked with his hand on Jason's jacket, tight in his fist. "The location. It's the docks." She jump away from the two and probably back to the big bat. Everyone else follows her, forgetting the other two men.

Hearing they lose their chance, they let each other go and awkwardly stand beside each other. Their stupid fight got in the way. They missed the person who stole their affection. All because of their petty fighting. Hopefully this would be a lesson for them both to stop this -

"First one back, can meet them on the next meet up"

"You're on. Don't blame me when you lose. "

*sigh* nevermind. They're hopeless

Sorry if they are ooc here. I hope to improve my skills soon.

I'm also might do a part two if you guys like it enough.

That's all I got. Bye for now ( ≧∀≦)ノ

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Five

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (fem OC)

Warnings: Anxious Themes (includes a Comforting scene), Mild Meltdown (I don't want to say a panic attack because it isn't really) Mentions of Grieving, the most brief mention of funerals, silly&friendly bullying, drinking/alcohol (we know the drill), Fluff oh the fluff, & Jake yearns a little more (shocking).

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: After caving and finally asking for help, Jake doesn't know what to do with himself until she shows up. Which takes a big ol' turn for ... well, I guess we will find out, won't we? 🤭

Author's Note: If we're being completely honest, this was the first chapter I wrote, of this story. I knew exactly how I wanted this day to go and I couldn't stop myself when I thought of the idea. It's what fueled the bulk of the storyline and I really hope you guys love it as deeply as I do. 🥹

Clocks Go Forward - James Bay "Stay warm, close your eyes, let time fly, Stay close, stay right here, nothing to fear."

I slide my phone back into my pocket. Staring at it isn’t going to make her reply, Jake. I’ve been at the bar trying to figure out this paperwork for a while, and well, I’m lost. My hands keep finding their way to the back of my head as I read through these documents; I need to focus on something else. 

“Hey, how are you?” I say in passing some day-time regulars of ours. I collect any empty cans or glasses that I can, anything to keep me busy at this rate.  

I wander behind the bar, setting all the glasses in the dirty bin.

“Jake.” 

I look over to Josh, who’s wiping out a glass.

“Why don’t you just go get some lunch or something? You’re stressing me out being here.” 

“Is it really that bad?” I ask, running my hand through my hair. 

A laugh erupting from him says enough. 

“Okay, alright, I’ll leave you alone,” I tell him, “Just let me know if you need anything.” 

Reluctantly sitting back down at the desk in my office, I find myself with my head in my hands for a moment. You’re going to be okay. You’re new at this, and it’s okay to mess up. She’s giving you time to take care of everything. 

After a deep breath or two, I opened my laptop and pulled up my email. I decided that maybe spending some time doing mindless admin work would help distract me from the inevitable problem. 

I’m flying through these emails by humming along to whatever customers have chosen for the jukebox. Looking at the time in the top corner, 2:30 pm. 

She still hasn’t replied. Maybe she’s working with someone else right now; just be patient.  

I walk back into the bar, seeing a handful more people come in. I wave slightly to the regulars who like to camp out in the corner. They enjoy sneaking away from work for a few hours; “Lunch beers” is apparently what they call it.  I laughed the first time they told me about it, but as they continued the tradition, I understood it more and more. 

Looking to the corner of the bar, I see Quinn. I can’t help but watch the two of them for a minute with a grin plastered on my face. Seeing my brother so happy makes my heart swell daily, and Quinn is perfect for him; I can’t deny it. They just know how to handle him and reign him in when he’s being a bit too much. Which is more often than not. 

“Do you two want to go grab lunch?” I ask, slinking my arm around Josh’s shoulders, “I think I can handle the rowdy folk we have here.” I shoot a wink at the few customers sitting next to Quinn. 

His eyes light up, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Let’s go, bug!” 

I don’t think he could have left any quicker if he tried. Immediately, hand in hand with Quinn, and practically pranced out of the bar. 

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“And a squirrel fell down my chimney into my fireplace!” 

I nod with a quiet “mhm,” glancing at my phone hidden under the bar. 3:15 pm. I'm trying to look interested in this story I’ve heard a few times. The older gentleman talking to me forgets that he’s told me the majority of the tales he has in his arsenal. But I don’t want to cut him off; he seems lonely, and the least I can do is humor him. 

Hearing the door chime, followed by Josh making his entrance. 

“Welcome back,” I chuckle as he walks swiftly towards the bar. 

“I need to use the lavatory, and then I will be ready to rock ‘n roll or whatever kids say nowadays,” Josh mutters. 

You would think he’s nine hundred years old with how he talks sometimes, but it always keeps me on my toes. Watching as he disappears around the corner, I grab the older man’s glass and place it in the dirty bin. 

The door chime goes off again, causing my head to whip around. 

Oh, she’s here..?

As Charlotte slowly walks to the bar, I go to meet her at the opposite corner. I pull my phone out; she never replied? 

“I didn’t think I would see you today,” I start as she approaches. Leaning down to grab everything I had been looking at, I stowed away when I couldn’t focus anymore. 

“I have been reading through all of these, and I think you’re gonna need to explain these to me like I’m five–” I stop. I hadn’t looked at her face the entire time, and her eyes were pink and looked a bit swollen. She’s not making eye contact at all, which seems odd compared to the other afternoon, where I thought if she held my gaze any longer, I would explode. Was she crying? I questioned myself. I hope I didn’t cause this. Was she supposed to be off today? Oh my god, what if I’m the only reason she’s working? 

Finally pulling myself out of my head, “Are you okay?” 

She takes a shallow breath before looking up at me, and I can see that her eyes are fighting the urge to let the tears fall. 

“Um,” she swallows, looking back down, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Her raspy voice is so quiet I can barely hear it. Her lip quivers as she stands there, and I can see the way her breathing is picking up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.  

I hear the door to the bathroom open. Turning around, I shoot Josh a look. He makes eye contact with me as I bounce my eyes to Charlotte and back to him. I watch as he glances at her quickly, his eyes widening as if to say, ‘Do what you need to.’

I come out from behind the bar, grabbing her bag from the barstool it sat on. 

“Come with me,” I whisper to her; she just nods in response. 

I gently place my hand on her back, guiding her down the hall to my office. Just long enough to round the corner into the small room, she lets out the tiniest whimper I’ve ever heard. I toss her bag onto the chair, facing her as she finally breaks down. Her hands fly up to hide her face as she lets out the most heartbreaking sound. One sob was enough for me; I pushed the door closed behind her and pulled her into me.  

“Oh, honey,” I let slip out, holding her small frame tight against me as she cried. I listen to her sobs against my chest as I run my hand down the back of her head, holding her close. I close my eyes to help focus my breathing; being in these situations never gets easier and I’ll never understand how I always end up in them. 

“Take a breath for me,” I said quietly, trying to stay calm for her. I can feel her take a deep breath and shakily release it. Her arms drop from her face, finding their way around my back. Grabbing at my shirt gently, like she’s afraid I'll let her go.  

“I’m right here. Take your time,” I whisper, pressing my lips gently to the top of her head, “You’re okay.” 

We spend a few minutes like this. I keep rubbing slow circles on her back, resting my face against the top of her head to keep her tucked in. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. I feel her shake her head ‘no’ before turning her face and leaning back against me, reaching up to push the hair out of her face. She lets out another shaky breath. 

“I‘m so sorry,” she mumbles into me. 

“Don’t apologize for having emotions.” 

I lean back to look at her, her breathing starts to feel more normal.

She looks tired.

I don’t know what comes over me when I reach up, holding either side of her face and gently wiping the tear stains on her cheeks away. 

Our eyes finally met; she really was beautiful— crying or not. 

Her gaze doesn’t falter, her green eyes locked on me. She almost makes me nervous, not in a mean or intimidating way, but like I shouldn’t be allowed to look at someone who looks like her.

“Do you want to um-” I hesitate, “go get something to eat? While we talk about things. Not like a d-”

Despite her watery eyes, she huffs out a laugh.

“Stop,” she says, “I know what you mean. Yes, let’s do that.”

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We walked into the restaurant, and considering it’s only 4 p.m., it’s not very busy. I let her pick where we sit, following behind as she chose. She had a soft smile on her face as she claimed the booth seat like she just won a prize.  

“Hi, can I please have a Boulevardier? ” Charlotte politely orders, my eyebrows raised at her choice. 

“Actually, I’ll take the same thing,” I tell them, “Thank you.” 

Charlotte pulled out the paperwork, flipping through it to see what I had left. Watching her green eyes flit across them, setting aside anything that needs more attention. The way that she chews the inside of her lip while she’s reading is endearing. 

“Okay, so you haven’t missed too many things.” She tells me. 

“Oh good,” I start picking at my lip, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t realize how much was involved.” 

“That’s alright, Jacob. It’s a lot, and nobody generally explains this part of business to you.” Normally, I would cringe at my full name being used, but I just want her to keep saying it. 

She pulled out one of the papers and turned it to face me. She pointed at the part I hadn’t filled out. 

“So essentially, this means–” She begins explaining. Her eye contact is intense while she talks, which makes it incredibly hard to focus. I feel myself slowly smiling as she’s telling me. I glance at her mouth quickly, making it even more challenging to pay attention. 

“What?” 

Damnit. I raised my eyebrows with a small ‘mmm’. 

“You looked like you wanted to say something?” She questions. 

 “Oh, I’m sorry– no, I was just listening.” There are a lot of things I could say.

“Oh– Well, anyway,” she shakes her head a little before continuing to explain. 

I really wish that I could tell you what she’s explained to me at this point, but to be completely honest, I have no clue. I’ve been far too distracted by the freckles on her nose and the way her eyes twinkle under these lights. I can’t get over the green of her eyes, with subtle gold flecks in them. Her hair is perfectly curled, and how the color of it stands out against her blazer.  She is unreal.

“Are you planning on doing that?” She asks, immediately pulling me out of my thoughts. 

“Yeah, absolutely.” 

“Great, Melody will really benefit from that,” she tells me. Benefit from what exactly?

“Do you need me to send you the information on that?” she quickly asks, grateful I’ll at least have context on what I’m agreeing to. 

“Please, if you could,” I say quietly as I rub my eyes.  

Our server stopped our conversation to take our order, giving me a second to try and refocus myself. She is trying to help you and isn’t being an asshole about it. The least you can do is pay attention to what she’s actually saying. Get it together.

“Okay anyway,” she starts again, “I think that’s everything?”  She sifts through the papers.

“Amazing,” I breathe out. “I’m sorry I made you come out here to help.” I sit back in my chair, my hands falling into my lap, where I quietly dig at the side of my thumb. 

“No, it’s okay, really,” she says, not making eye contact this time. “I was already in Portland, so it worked out.”

Her eyebrows pulled together as she told me, but I knew I shouldn’t ask. If she wanted to tell me what was wrong, she would. I’m not going to make her cry again.  

“Well, I’m glad I caught you at the right time then,” I say, offering a small smile. Her face softens a bit, and she leans forward, propping herself up. 

“So, how long ago did you buy the bar if it’s not even a year old?” 

“About two years ago, actually,” I tell her, “We took our time renovating it to feel right.” 

“We?” 

“All the boys helped me, but Josh really did the most with making it look the way it does.” I usually have no issue talking about the bar, but her being even vaguely interested has my brain stalling. 

“I love that. He did a good job curating,” she says, “Was the goal to be pirate-esque, or did it just end up that way?” 

I chuckle, “No, it was intentional. I’ve always enjoyed pirates, even as a kid, so I felt like it just made sense.”

“I think it’s nice that you made it your own. There are enough modern hipster bars in the area. It’s a refreshing thing to walk into.” 

Her compliment made my heart beat a little harder. I’m never one to assume, but she doesn’t strike me as someone who would hang out in a bar like mine. Granted, I guess I can’t really picture her hanging out in bars in general, but maybe that’s because I have always been a fan of the smaller, more dive bars. And I can confirm that I’ve never seen someone of her caliber in any of them. 

Once our food is brought out, I ask her about how she got into working for the state. We quietly chatted about some of the situations that she’d walked into, which unintentionally made me feel much better about my slip-up. But simultaneously, it made me realize how terrible men can be. I can’t imagine yelling at her regardless of what she told me. People are awful. 

The server brings over the check, and without hesitation, I slide my card into the little black folder and hand it back to them with a quiet, ‘Thank you.’  I bring my attention back over to her, her eyes a little wide but going back to normal as she continues telling me about another bar owner being a complete ass. 

I fill out the slip, leaving cash for the tip, before looking up at her.

“Ready?” I ask. She just nods a few times before sliding out of the booth. I wave my hand in front of me, “After you m’lady.” 

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“So, how far do you live from here?” I try to make some form of small talk on the way back to her car, avoiding the elephant in the room. 

“I live in Skowhegan, so it’s a little hike,” she tells me, looking around at the area’s architecture, “but my family has a house on Sebago Lake, so it’s not as bad when I have to come down here.” 

“Oh, I'm sure it’s peaceful over there.” I imagine how quiet that lake house must be this time of year. With minimal people vacationing or trying to fish on the lake, and it’s probably gorgeous in the mornings. 

“It really is,” she says, looking down at her feet for a second, “Do you live close?”

“I actually live above the bar,” I laugh every time I tell someone, “I know that probably seems ridiculous.” 

“Convenient, at least,” She giggles softly before looking at me with a smile. Oh, I’m gonna throw up. 

“It’s a blessing and a curse,” I tell her, “Blessing when you can just roll out of bed and run downstairs if you oversleep, but a curse when I find myself in there most days.. And nights.” Pointing at the crosswalk, nobody was coming; I placed my hand on the small of her back as I led her into the street, shit, carefully pulling my hand back as she stepped off the sidewalk. 

“You don’t get sick of being there?” 

“You would think so, but no. I love it, even if working with my brothers can be an absolute chore sometimes.” I tell her. 

She grabs my arm gently.

“I think that’s great, Jacob. It’s refreshing to hear someone love their job in this industry. It’s few and far between.” I glance over at her as she says it; my stomach has little knots forming as she squeezes my bicep a few times before pulling her hand back.  

She points to her car, parked just a short distance ahead of us. I see her pulling her keys from her bag as we approach it, unlocking the doors. I open her door for her, watching her face redden a little at the gesture. As she’s settling into her seat, I notice a brochure-looking paper in her passenger seat before realizing there’s a photo on the front. And a name. Oh my god, Charlotte. That’s why she was so upset. 

Setting her bag down in front of the pamphlet, she turned back to me with a soft smile, “How much should I send you for food?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. 

“But, Jacob..” 

“It was my idea. I’m not going to make you pay for that.” Also, it’s the least I can do, especially now.

“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, thank you for the food and walking me back here. I’m pretty sure I would have gotten lost.” 

“Of course,” I tell her, “Drive safe.” 

I go to close her door for her, and I don’t know what possessed me when I hesitate, “Actually—” what are you doing? “Let me know when you make it home? Just since it’ll be a little later.” 

She nods subtly before saying, “Okay,” with a quiet laugh. 

I bite at my bottom lip as I smile at her, gently shutting her door for her. 

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“Now, where have you been?”

 I haven’t even made it fully behind the bar, and I’m already getting harassed.

“It’s nice to see you too, Linda,”  I laugh under my breath, “I had to take care of some paperwork, but I’m here now.” 

Raising an eyebrow, she looks from me to my right, where Josh stands with a shit-eating grin. Oh, fuck me. 

“And how was that paperwork, brother?” He says joyfully, emphasizing his skepticism with heavy air quotes. 

And, here we go. 

“The paperwork went well,”  I side-eye him, “Thank you for asking.”

I watched the two of them share a look before looking back at me, and all I offered was a shrug in response. 

“Why were you not in your office doing paperwork?” Linda questions as Eleanor joins her at the bar in their usual spots. 

“Who wasn’t in the office?” Eleanor chimes in. 

“Jake! He apparently went somewhere with someone to take care of paperwork,” Linda fills her in, like two school girls at lunch. 

Rubbing my hand across my face, I turn around to dry some glasses while I’m interrogated further. I should have known my being nice to her would have me questioned. 

“Well, that sounds like he went on a date,” Eleanor unknowingly agreeing with their past statements. Josh is the most enormous pain in my ass, I swear to god. 

“It wasn’t a date!” 

 Josh laughed, “That sounds like something someone who went on a secret date would say.” I feel my body warm the more they talk about my “date.” WHICH WASN’T A DATE. 

“Well, who paid?” Linda asks. 

“Uhh… I did,” I hesitated to answer. “But- it was my idea to go there, so I didn’t want to make her pay anything.” 

“Oh! You went with a girl?” Eleanor quietly questions.

“Yes, I needed help with some business stuff, and she was able to help me,” I tell her. “If she hadn’t come in so upset, I would have just been here the whole time.” 

The ladies look at each other and then back at me before Eleanor pipes back up, “So what you’re saying is, I just need to come in here crying to score a date with you?” 

A laugh falls out of me before I can even process what she’s said; at least someone has a sense of humor about all of this. 

“That’s very nice of you to take her to lunch to try and help cheer her up, sweetheart,” Linda tells me. I smile at her compliment before putting away some of the glasses I had been drying. I feel Josh’s presence before he says anything, just setting some dirty glasses in the bin below the counter. 

“Is she okay?” he whispers, leaning over to make sure nobody else heard. 

“I don’t know, honestly,” I tell him, knowing I sound a little panicked about it. 

“Did she say why she was upset?” 

I shake my head ‘no’ before leaning over, “I saw one of those printouts you get at funerals in her car, and she was wearing all black, so I’m assuming that she uh—” 

Josh covers his mouth and turns to look at me. If there’s one thing I know about my brother, it’s that he will absolutely empathize with anybody about anything. 

“Oh shit,” he murmurs under his breath. 

I can’t hide the look of concern on my face as we stare at each other for no more than a few seconds. 

“She’ll be alright. You probably just caught a wave of grief, is all.” Josh says, grabbing my arm and giving it a few squeezes. 

I let out a small breath. He’s right. She probably just hadn’t really let anything out, and I just asked the wrong question. 

“You’re right,” I whisper back, patting the back of his hand on my arm, “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”  But that isn’t going to stop me from worrying. 

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Business picked up shortly after that, with all the tables full and chatter loud. It kept me from my thoughts, which is probably for the best. I’m grateful that Linda and Eleanor came in tonight; they always keep me busy. 

I take small breaks from behind the bar to go check on the tables of people, collecting the empty glasses and bottles; sometimes, it’s nice to just mindlessly clean up. I spend a few minutes making small talk with some of the regulars, noticing the time as one of their phones lights up. 

11:30 p.m. already? Where did the night go?  I leave the table with a slight wave and head back to the bar to leave the dirty glasses. Setting them all on the back counter, I can tell Josh is caught up in whatever the ladies are telling him. 

Rounding the corner into the hall, I quickly lock myself away in the bathroom. Pulling my phone out immediately, relief washes over me when I see her name sitting in my notifications. Thank god. 

Charlotte: I made it home. Thank you again 

Jake: I’m happy to hear that and of course

Jake: I hope everythings okay.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I head back into the bar. She’s home, at least there’s that. 

“You can go if you want. I can handle the rest of the night,” I tell Josh quietly. He’s been here all day, and I definitely didn’t intend for him to cover the bar for that long. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Please, go get some sleep or call Quinn. Just get out of here while you can.” 

He hands me the towel he was using and mouths ‘thank you’ as he slides by me; I really can’t blame him for being excited to go to bed. It’s been a long day. 

The rest of the night seemingly flew by. A fair number of people, including Linda and Eleanor, left by 1 am, which meant I had to clock into my true Customer Service self for the last hour of the night. But it’s always nice when people start to trickle out early so that I can start cleaning up to close and make my life a little easier. 

I’m leaning against the back counter talking to the last few customers, and I can’t help but let my mind wander. What if she’s still upset? There’s nothing I can do to help that situation, and that’s okay. Maybe she just needs a friend right now. I could do that?  Or maybe she’s already told her friends, and Josh was right. Was she just having a moment? Oh god, what if she has a boyf- 

My phone vibrates, pulling my attention away from my internal spiral.  1:57 a.m. Thank god.

Charlotte: It will be, i’m sorry that you had to witness that.

Jake: don’t apologize, i’m glad i was able to help..i hope?

Charlotte: It did help, truly. 

That makes my heart feel a little weird. Don’t get ahead of yourself. 

Jake: well.. if you need anything, let me know? 

I set my phone down underneath the bar and started printing the tabs for the last customers who were sitting. I went through the motions as I put the papers out front of each of them with a pen. I watch as they sign on the line, possibly leaving a tip; either way, I’m not bothered. Leaving with a friendly ‘Have a good one,’ I follow behind them, locking the doors and shutting off the neon lights. Happy to know that I have hardly anything left to do. 

The brisk air hits me as I lock the back door, and I practically run up the stairs. Opening the door, it’s quiet. He must be asleep then. I carefully walk through the apartment, cracking his door open to see him tucked away in bed. 

“Goodnight, Josh,” I whisper, pulling his door shut gently. 

I shut my door as softly as I could, immediately pulled my flannel off, and tossed it on the end of my bed. Followed by my jeans before I grab my phone from my nightstand. 2:34 a.m. I open my messages to see her name sitting there with the blue, unread messages dot glowing back at me. 

Charlotte: I may take you up on that.

Why is she still awake? It’s so late. 

Jake: I hope you do

Be more obvious, Jake, come on.. 

Jake: Also why are you still up? lol

It changes from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’ almost instantly. I watch the typing bubbles pop up, making my stomach turn. 

Charlotte: I just haven’t been tired enough to sleep, but I think I’m getting there.

Jake: After everything, I figured you’d be exhausted

Charlotte: You would think lol 

Dropping my phone next to me. I rub my hands down my face. Trying to get the look on her face just before she cried out of my mind. ‘I’m so sorry’ in her sad little voice, playing on a loop. The sounds of her sobs against my chest, her shaking in my arms. I almost wish that I didn’t know why she was upset now. 

Jake: well don’t let me keep you up

This time, my message sat on delivered for a few minutes. I did my daily scroll on mindless apps and looked at the few new photos people had tagged the bar in before she replied. 

Charlotte: You’re not a bother at all, but I should probably try to sleep before it gets too much later.

Charlotte: Goodnight Jacob

My mind ran through all the ways that I could reply. How I’d love to tell her that I’m sorry for her loss and that I hope everything gets better. Even that, I had a lovely time talking to someone outside of my family and their partners for more than a few minutes as I served them a beer. It felt like we could be friends even, with the way she didn’t seem phased by any of the vaguely nerdy things I said. Unfortunately, my hands settled on something more straightforward, and I quickly hit ‘send.’

Jake: sleep well, Charlotte 

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Take Me Back To Eden

One - When We Were Made

Pairing: ii x OC Violetta Kastor

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing as usual for anything I write and this is not a slow burn, so there's immediately flirting and talk of an ex

A/N: Out of respect for the band and their crew, I've decided to use made up names, as it gets a little taxing writing the Roman numerals over and over. It is clearly explained who everyone is. I've also made up physical details if needed, some true (eyes that we know of), some not. The actual plot and storyline is entirely fictional except maybe some of the tour dates but those are also mostly rough estimates so don't come after me! Enjoy!

Violetta had no idea that the first thing she was about to do at her new job was tech for a ritual. Fresh out of school, she'd been hired on a recommendation by her favorite band, which was the craziest shit that could've happened to her. What band, you ask? Well, Sleep Token of course. Yes, the masked and mysterious collective hired Violetta to be a guitar tech. And she could tech with the best of them. She'd majored in music production and recording and she was top of her class. Her professor knew the record label owner and sent him a message because she wanted Violetta to be successful. 

Well, what a way to start. She'd been thrown to the fucking wolves the very first ritual. Theo, their tour manager and lead on the soundboard met her and immediately pulled her toward the stage during soundcheck. He went over everything quickly and concisely as the sultry sound of Vessel's voice was overheard through the microphone.

"You're gonna hang with Jack tonight and he'll show you how everything works. We've got in-ears. We'll get you a pair to use for now and then the boys will want you to have a custom pair once we've decided to let you stay." Theo explained, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. Violetta knew this was her audition for the rest of her career. She was used to pressure but she couldn't have imagined the amount put on her in that first night.

Luckily, everything ran so smoothly that instead of coming out in a state of panic thinking she wasn't good enough, she'd been congratulated so many times she couldn't even count. She hadn't done much but noticed the mics sounded off just before the set, then restringing IV's 8-string Jackson when the top two strings gave way, faster than she'd ever restrung and tuned a guitar, and that made it all worthwhile. 

The funniest thing that had happened that night was her becoming fast friends with Jack. He was just like her friend at home, Brian, except Jack wasn't gay as fuck. Not that she had a problem with that, but it could be a lot for people just meeting him. Jack was nice, down to earth, could joke about anything, and would take a selfie at the best moments. She really liked Jack. 

Everyone had been stupid nice to her. It was later on, after the ritual, that she had her second dose of reality dished to her when she headed backstage. She'd helped pack away all the gear, and mind you, getting to help put II's drums away was the highlight of her life until she entered that green room. There, sitting and looking very normal, with a water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, was Vessel.

"Hi, you must be Violetta. You were top-notch tonight, darling." He said, the rumble and rasp in his voice so evident after singing. He looked like a dang noodle of a man, floppy brown hair and a clean shaven face, with crystal blue eyes that wrinkled at the corners with happiness. She smiled and thanked him, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She kneeled down, taking one from the bottom rack and surveyed what else was in the fridge. Fruit, lots of energy drinks, cans of soda, sushi, and finger sandwiches of all different kinds. "Feel free to eat anything too, hun, that's all for us and the crew."

She wasn't terribly hungry, but she thanked him again and sat across the room from him at a foldable table that was set with several folding chairs. She took a few sips from her bottle and took out her phone. She scrolled through the pictures that had been taken that night by their photographer, Alex. One in particular she quite liked was of II, the drummer. He was for sure in the moment, sticks blurred in the air, and his head thrown back as if in ecstasy. Speaking of the drummer, that was who came through the door next, taking a can of Coke and a bottle of water out of the fridge. He took up residence on the couch that was facing where Violetta was sitting. He glanced over and smiled.

"You must be Violetta." He said, soft spoken and slightly higher timbre than Vessel. She nodded and he smiled again, his deeper blue eyes lighting up. He looked tired and still fairly sweaty, even though she was sure they'd cleaned up, but maybe he hadn't just yet. He was the shortest member of the band, but still taller than Violetta as she was a short five feet tall. He popped the Coke open, placed it on the floor by his feet, then unscrewed the cap from the bottle of water and chugged half of it before putting the cap back on. 

Jack swooped in, gave Violetta a bear hug, then swooped out with water and some food on a plate. He poked his head in again, realizing he'd forgotten to tell Violetta something.

"I think you're rooming with one of the guys tonight, if that's okay? They're not too annoying." He said, a lilt of humor in his tone as he smirked at Vessel and II. "But ask Theo again, he'll be able to tell you." He said and then he was off. 

She glanced down at her phone just as she received a text.

Unknown Number: hey 👋 

She tilted her head and sneakily looked over at Vessel, then II. They were both on their phones. The timing of the text was rather conspicuous.

Vi: hi, who you?

Unknown: wouldn't you like to know 😏

Vi: yes. I would in fact 

Unknown: who do you think I am?

Vi: honestly, don't know, but you're timing is awful fuckin weird

Unknown: is it?

Vi: yeah 🙃

Unknown: Oh c'mon, just guess

Vi: are we using real names or the numbers that Sleep gave you?

Unknown: clever girl

Vi: you're in this room with me, you have to be, otherwise you're standing out in the hallway

There was a pause in messages. She hadn't thought to listen for a text tone, but she looked up just as IV walked into the room. He didn't have his phone out.

"Hey, I really appreciate how quick you restrung my guitar. You did a great job, babes ." He said and she couldn't help but smirk at his use of very British slang. He walked to the fridge and stood in front of it, surveying the food and drinks available for a few moments before grabbing a few things on a plate and sitting down at the table next to her, but sort of across from her.

Unknown: well?

She didn't hear a text tone. She glanced at Vessel, and typed a message back.

Vi: you all have blue eyes

Unknown:  okay?

Vi: is it a requirement to be in Sleep Token? Have pretty blue eyes?

Unknown: possibly, you think my eyes are pretty?

Vessel and IV hadn't typed anything. Vessel was scrolling. IV had just sat down. She averted her eyes to II, who was also scrolling.

Vi: floor tom 

Unknown: kick drum

She watched as II's thumbs typed fast as fuck. 

Vi: snare

Unknown: you like?

Vi: I have questions

Unknown: shoot

Vi: how the fuck did you get my number

Unknown: Theo

Vi: are you flirting with me?

Unknown: are you?

She looked up and straight at II. He smirked but didn't look at her. He typed something back.

Unknown: hi, I'm Cal, am I your favorite?

She stood, going to throw her empty bottle of water away.

Vi: it's always the quiet ones

She clicked the number and saved it as "Cal" with a little drum emote in the notes. She received a text.

Cal: ✨️ 

Vi: did you just use a sparkle ✨️ emote?

Cal: I did, yes

Cal: im your roommate by the way

Her heartbeat picked up and she full-on stared at him, lips parted for a split second, then she bit her bottom lip and took a breath. 

Fuck .

Cal: is that okay?

This time, he turned and she gazed deep into the ocean blue of his eyes, her very emerald ones seemingly lit with fire behind them. And not a rageful fire, but a very lust filled one.

Vi: how'd you know you were my favorite?

Cal: im good at guessing

Vi: guess my next move then

Cal: why don't you guess mine?

Vi: nope

She grabbed another bottle of water, a can of Coke, said "good night" to the guys, then headed out into the hallway, running into Theo. Cal stayed seated for a few moments before deciding to do the same and try to catch up with Violetta. Theo stopped her for a moment.

"Hey! You were awesome tonight. I meant to tell you earlier, Cal's your roomy for tonight. I figured that might work for you since he's pretty quiet and easy to get along with. I gave him your number so you could get the room key from him when you were ready for it." He explained and Violetta nodded and thanked him. He pulled her in for a hug. "Welcome to the crew."

She smiled wide and then headed down the hallway. She became aware very quickly of the drummer's footsteps behind her. He caught up to her, grabbing for her hand.

"Hi." He said, same soft tone as before. Violetta smiled and she could feel her cheeks getting redder by the second. He was...cute...no...he was hot. He was both. He had a little bit of facial hair, matching dirty blond hair on his head and through his white t-shirt she could see some of the dark, traditional, and colored tattoos that painted his chest. He had two full sleeves of tattoos as well that crawled their way onto his hands. The black body paint really did a great job of hiding it all. She glanced down at his hand that was still holding hers. 

"Sorry." He said, going to pull away but she stopped him.

"Still flirting with me?" She asked, intertwining her fingers with his. She felt him twitch like he was going to pull his hand away but he stopped himself, mesmerized by the way his hand fit in hers and the tattoos on her arms.

"Do you...want me to?" He asked sheepishly. His heart was pounding out of his chest just being by himself with her.

"I was kind of enjoying our little text dialogue. Never had that happen before." She said, a wide smile forming on her lips. 

He studied her for a few moments, before bowing his head and pulling her toward the exit door. The hotel was just across the street, so they walked, acting like a normal couple, but she could tell he was slightly on edge, by how his grip on her hand tightened slightly. He didn't want to be recognized, she surmised. 

He led Violetta to the elevator, going up a few floors before they exited and walked down the hall to room 409. He fished in the pocket of his shorts, tapped the card on the sensor, and the door clicked open and he allowed her in first. He flicked on the light. To her surprise, someone had thoughtfully brought her bags up and placed them on the single bed. 

There's only one bed. Fuck. Oh, wait, there's a couch.

"You can have the bed, sweetheart . I'll take the couch." He said, touching the small of her back before taking a pillow from the bed, saluting, and diving onto the couch with an audible " fuckin' hell".

She felt her temperature rise again at the use of the pet name. She wondered what III's nickname for her was going to be, since he was the only one of the boys she hadn't met yet. 

She sat on the bed and glanced over at II...or Cal. She placed the can of Coke and her bottle of water on the night stand that filled the space between the couch and the bed. He was laying down, arms behind his head, his phone on his chest, and his eyes closed. He'd kicked off his shoes and his legs were propped up on the arm of the couch. Violetta leaned back against the pillows, turned the light off and took out her phone, setting the brightness as low as possible.

Vi: you don't have to sleep on the couch, it looks uncomfortable  

Vi: also that can of Coke is for you

She waited and glanced over as she saw his phone light up. He took a second, opening one eye, typing a slow response then sending it.

Cal: really?

Vi: really what?

Cal: you can't just talk to me?

Cal: also thanks, how'd you know?

Vi: I can, I just kind of though this was cute

Vi: I guessed 

Cal: very cute...sweetheart, if I come in that bed, we're not sleeping

Vi: is that a threat?

Cal: it's a fuckin promise

She sat up, her heart racing. What a fucking player. She didn't think he was like that. She responded back.

Vi: that's awful forward of you

He shifted, turning on his side with a loud sigh, then typed back to her.

Cal: im staying on the couch...not a good look for your first day if we fuck around

He'd been able to relax a little and feel confident in his words, as he wasn't saying them out loud. If he'd had to, he wouldn't be saying any of this.

Vi: maybe my second? 🤭

Cal: you're fuckin adorable

Violetta smiled and closed her eyes. Her phone vibrated again.

Cal: let's get to know each other first...not saying I'm not interested... I'd just like to know you better ...makes the sex better

Violetta let out a little squeak and laughed quietly. She kind of hoped he didn't hear her, but he probably did. She put her phone down next to her and rolled onto her side, letting her dreams take her to places she'd never been before, with the drummer hot and heavy in her thoughts.

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Conveniently enough, the next morning was not a show day, so the boys and the crew could relax. Violetta was still a little in college mode, so even though she'd gone to sleep past one in the morning, she still woke up at six a.m. her body ready to go for a walk like she did every morning for the past four years. She opened her eyes and it wasn't as bright as she'd thought. She certainly wasn't going to go for a walk in a country that she didn't know, without people she knew, so she looked over to the couch. Cal was gone. She looked down at her phone, which had two texts. 

Cal: left you the key, text me when you're awake

The other was another unknown number.

Unknown: mornin, girlypop, waiting in the next room for you when you wake up

Violetta shook her head and smiled. This kept getting weirder, but more exciting. She dressed quickly, black leggings today, and a maroon Sleep Token sweatshirt over a navy Northlane tank top. She tousled her hair, putting it up in a claw clip, letting her bangs fall over her eyes. Now she knew III's nickname for her.

She took her phone and the key card, and headed out into the hallway. She texted the unknown number, who she was pretty sure she knew who it was.

Vi: uh, which next room?

She only had to wait a few seconds before she heard a door click to the right. A short girl with black long hair had stepped out, followed by the tallest, lankiest, most British looking guy she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Violetta. I'm Piper. I'm the merch manager. This is Steve." She outstretched her hand for Violetta to shake and then she shook Steve's hand after. He smiled wide, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes, making the corners wrinkle. 

" Girlypop , huh?" Violetta said with a smirk. Steve's laugh bellowed through the hall and Piper smacked him on the arm.

"You're so loud." She said and he grabbed her around the waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah but you like it. C'mon. Girlypop , breakfast time." Steve said, gently pushing Piper toward the elevator and making a come here motion with his hand at Violetta. When they stepped inside the elevator, Violetta took out her phone and texted Cal.

Vi: you didn't sleep much

It didn't take him long at all to respond.

Cal: mornin sweetheart, I'll meet you at breakfast

Vi: how do you know where we'll be?

Cal: you're not hard to find 😉

Violetta smiled as they left the elevator. They walked down a short hallway and entered a large dining room with several buffet tables set up. There were a lot of bands playing last night and a lot of them had stayed at this hotel. She followed Piper and Steve as they went through the line and grabbed food. Violetta wondered if she should get a plate for Cal.

Vi: food?

She waited a moment before scooping some scrambled eggs onto her plate, then bacon, some sort of sausage patties, and two muffins.

Cal: I'll share with you

She loaded the plate up with a few more things and saw that there were the big ass cans of Redbull. She took one of those and a big water bottle also. She followed Steve to a table, where Piper was already seated. Steve scooted in as close as he could to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her close. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, Vessel and IV showed up. Vessel sat on the other side of Piper with a muffin and a bottle of water, certainly not as close as Steve. IV sat next to Violetta with a full plate. He began devouring his food, glancing at Violetta every so often as she was slow to begin picking at her food. 

Then she felt a presence beside her, a warm body touching hers. A tattooed hand reached out, stealing a piece of bacon from her plate to eat. He chewed happily and then placed one arm around Violetta's shoulders.

"Hi, sweetheart ." He said, low enough that only she heard it. No one seemed to notice him sitting, or putting his arm around her. Or eating from her plate the whole time. He even drank from the same can of Redbull as her, which made her chuckle a little the first time he took a sip, because he took it out of her hand and took a long sip right after her, then placed it back down.

Once everyone had finished, Vessel had volunteered to clear everyone's plates. Steve and Piper decided they were going to go down to the festival so they headed out soon after finishing. Violetta made sure she saved his number in her phone as "Steve" and put " Girlypop " in the notes. Cal still had his arm around her when IV sat back down.

"Sorry. I didn't actually introduce myself yesterday. I was so fuckin' tired. I'm Jesse." He said, offering his hand for Violetta to shake. She did and he smiled warmly back at her. Cal leaned forward and raised a brow at him. Jesse took Violetta's phone and put his number in by himself, then texted her.

Jesse: hey babes

She smiled and shook her head, then checked the little note next to his name. It was a winky face emoji. She immediately texted him back.

Vi: hi flirty

Jesse: you bet I am

Violetta raised her brows at him and he gently touched her shoulder before leaving the table, leaving her and Cal together. He leaned back again and took the last sip of the can of Redbull. Vessel sat down across from them.

"You can call me Roman if you want...instead of Vessel. Or call me Vessel. Or Ves. Doesn't really matter to me." He said, catching Violetta's eyes immediately. 

"How are you going to give me your phone number, because everyone else's attempt has been an experience." She said with a grin. He also smiled and held his hand out. She put her phone in it, and he typed his number in the box at the top then gave it back. He'd left the name part blank.

"I leave that up to you, darling." He said, his super low baritone sending a shiver down her spine. She now had all four of the boys' numbers. She saved his as "Roman" but put "Vessel" in the notes.

"Anyone ever gets my phone they're gonna know all yalls identities." She said and glanced at Cal. He was scrolling on his phone, not paying much attention to their conversation, but his arm was still around her. It had fallen slightly and was more situated near the middle of her back now. He'd unconsciously begun drawing small circles there, which she had not realized until now. Her cheeks heated and she sighed, trying to put away any unwanted horny thoughts, but they just wouldn't stop.

"That's alright. We're on our way to revealing ourselves anyway." Roman said, finishing up the water he had grabbed. 

"You are?" Violetta asked and he just nodded.

"We're healing. We've become something new." Roman said, then gently reached for her hand, placing his on hers for a moment before leaving her and Cal to each other again. She turned to him and he looked up from his phone immediately. 

"You're healing?" She asked, brows knitting in concern.

"That's why I said I want us to get to know each other first. I have...some baggage...and I want you to be sure you wanna deal with my shit." He said, reaching for her other hand. He put it on his chest and she could feel his heartbeat was fast. Faster than it should be for sure. "This..." He motioned between her and himself, "is so unbelievably fuckin' nerve-wracking for me right now."

"Why?" She asked softly, spreading her fingers under his. He took a deep breath and she felt his heart kick up a notch more and his breathing quicken slightly as well. 

"I had...an ex...batshit crazy. Trying to out us all among other things...which I want to tell you but I can't right now...but...she fucked us all up." He explained, trying to stay calm and not trip over his words.

"You don't have to tell me anymore right now." Violetta said, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. She saw hesitation in those ocean blue eyes of his. She could even catch a twinge of fear. "I won't pretend to understand what you went through...but I'll be here for you if you want to talk about it...and if you don't...we don't have to."

He smiled warmly at her admission and pulled her close for a hug to show that he appreciated it. When he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes and he could've melted at how pretty they were in the morning light. Violetta leaned closer, the tip of her nose touching his and he closed the last few centimeters, letting his lips just graze hers, a ghost of a kiss. When they parted, Violetta noticed he was shaking slightly and she embraced him once again.

"What the fuck did she do to you?" She asked softly, not necessarily at him but just in anger toward his ex. She'd beat the shit out of the girl if she ever met her. 

[parmawiolets]

Fruit Salad

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's ex-not-quite-girlfriend Hannah Newby is pregnant. But it's not his. And she won't say whose it is. Very slow burn. Exes to friends to (eventual) lovers.

A/N: This is my first ever fic! Thank you so so so much to @shybunnie20 for being absolutely wonderful and helping me so much. Definitely go check out her work, she's amazing.

Contents: No upside down. Pregnancy. Reader is called Hannah because I didn't want to use Y/N but no physical description of reader (so maybe an OC? I don't know). Bob is her dad, because I love him. The Byers are still in Hawkins because I love them too.

Word count: 6.3K

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Chapter 1: Apple

Eddie finds out Hannah is pregnant and decides he wants to help.

September 1st, 1985 - 15 weeks pregnant

—

"She's WHAT!?"

Eddie smacks the cafeteria table as his front chair legs hit the floor from where he's been rocking back on it, not paying any attention to his friends until he heard that.

"Pregnant," Gareth repeats. "Hannah Newby's pregnant."

"Hey, didn't you two-" Jeff is cut off by the screech of chair legs across the floor as Eddie scrambles away and out the door.

The boys left behind look at each other; wide eyed and grimacing.

—

Five minutes later, Eddie is sweet talking Mrs Jennings in the school office. He can be really charming if he wants to be. Sometimes.

His uncle Wayne has always told him that office administrators are the ones with the real power. They can be your best friend, or they can make your life incredibly difficult. Keep them on side.

It's the first day of the new school year - Eddie's third attempt at graduating. Eddie still knew Hannah's schedule from last year, but that didn't help him now. He didn’t even know where her locker would be.

"Now, you let me know if you want me to take another look at your car sometime. Can't have my favourite person at this school breaking down on the way here! This place would fall apart without you." Eddie leans on the desk with a winning, dimple-filled smile.

"Oh, you are still such a nice boy, Eddie Munson." Mrs Jennings reaches out and pinches his cheek.

"Psh," Eddie waves her off bashfully. "Only to you, Mrs Jennings."

She tuts playfully at him and slides some papers across the desk. "Here you go, but remember, don't go telling anyone where you got that."

Eddie grabs it and clutches it to his chest. "Our little secret." He whispers and gives her a wink before he saunters away.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Eddie frantically scans the paper, and rushes off down the hallway. He rounds a corner and bounces off Connor Cunningham amongst a gaggle of jocks, all dressed in their green-sleeved jackets.

“Woah there.” Connor catches Eddie before he topples backwards. He is by far the nicest of the basketball team; meaning he doesn’t contribute to any of the bullying, just watches it happen.

Jason steps up and grips Eddie by the collar, shoving him away. “Watch it, freak!”

Eddie stumbles around them and carries on running down the corridor.

—

"No way! I didn't think it was really true!"

"She doesn't look pregnant. Are you sure she didn't just put on weight?"

"Does anyone know whose it is yet?"

Jules stands like a guard dog next to Hannah digging through her locker. She glares at everyone walking past who is whispering and gawking. Jules isn’t naturally intimidating, but maybe it’s someone usually so relaxed seeming so hostile that sends people scurrying along. 

She takes a moment to survey her best friend. Jules wants to know how Hannah is feeling, but knows her well enough to know she won’t say if asked. Ten years of friendship means that Jules is generally pretty attuned to Hannah’s emotions even when she tries to mask them. But right now, she’s shoved them so far down, Jules can’t tell what’s going on in her head.

Just as Jules is about to ask, she sees Eddie Munson hurrying towards them over Hannah’s shoulder. She coughs, “Incoming.” Nodding towards him. “You gonna be ok?”

Hannah nods and flashes her a tight smile. 

Jules hesitates; she wants to comfort Hannah in some way, but knows that anything she tries right now will just overwhelm her. Instead, she attempts a smile in return and walks away in the opposite direction to Eddie. 

Hannah takes a steadying breath and closes her locker door just as Eddie comes up beside her, shoulders tense and eyes wide with panic.

"It's not yours, Eddie." She glances up at him. "You can unclench."

"Oh," he sags and leans back against the wall of lockers, then perks straight back up again. "Are you sure? How far along are you?"

"Nearly 4 months. Fifteen weeks. Doctor says it's the size of an apple.” Hannah shakes her head. “I was already pregnant when we started hooking up." She ducks her head and focuses on her fingers fidgeting with a battered book spine. "I didn't know. I'm sorry." 

Still refusing to look at him, Hannah walks around Eddie. He stares at the spot she was standing for a moment before moving in front of her again.

"Wait, is this why you dumped me?"

Hannah stares at him incredulously; "I didn't- We weren't-" She sighs. "Yes, Eddie. This is why I stopped hanging out with you."

Eddie looks at her, studying her face for a moment. Her figure and her face are maybe a little fuller, the only visual indication he can see of her pregnancy. He thinks she looks as beautiful as ever, but stressed and tired. The usual crinkle between her brows seems almost fixed in place.

"You've got history now, right?" Eddie swoops in and snatches the books from her arms, grinning at her. "Come on." He cocks his head down the hall and starts walking backwards away from her.

"Wha- what are you- Eddie, give me those!"

"Nuh-uh! You can't be carrying things when you're pregnant!" 

"HEAVY things Eddie! I'm sure I'm fine carrying two books!" 

"Best not to risk it. Come on!"

—

"How long do you think until she doesn’t even fit in the seat?"

"It's Munson's, right? It's got to be. They were all over each other at the end of last year."

"My mom warned me not to be friends with her."

Hannah sits through her history class staring straight ahead, determinedly ignoring her classmates and counting down the minutes to the end. The only saving grace is Mr Wilson. He has always been Hannah’s favourite teacher: stern, but kind, with a wicked sense of humour he'll share with you if he likes you. Mr Wilson seems to realise that Hannah isn’t entirely present, but thankfully decides to leave her be for now.

The lesson finally comes to a close, and the students start gathering their belongings and making their way to the door. Hannah takes her time as she has no desire to be engaged in conversation by any of her fellow classmates. And it’s not like she can outrun them.

“Miss Newby?” Mr Wilson peers over his glasses. “Can I keep you for a moment?”

Mr Wilson is a lanky man in his late 40s and has been teaching his whole adult life. He has seen everything. Not surprised anymore by anything students do. Just sometimes which student did it.

“So,” Mr Wilson starts once they are alone. “Are you ok?”

Hannah’s head shoots up from where she had been eyeballing the floor. “What?”

“I’m guessing this wasn’t what you had planned for your senior year and I know this can’t be easy. People can be shit.” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at her teacher’s profanity. “I just want you to know that you can come to me if you need anything. I mean it. Academic or otherwise. I will help you.”

Hannah blinks. "Thank you." 

"Go on." He nods towards the door with a friendly smile. "Get."

As Hannah leaves the classroom frowning at the floor, she sees a pair of familiar Reeboks approach. Her gaze follows as her books are lifted from her arms again and she's met with the dimples of a smiling Eddie Munson.

"Hi there sweetheart. How was history?"

"Are you seriously not going to let me carry any books the whole time I'm pregnant?" Hannah's frown deepens. Eddie's smile only grows.

"Nope." Popping the p. "Art next, yeah?" 

Hannah squints at him, but follows down the hallway with a huff. "What, have you been buttering up Mrs Jennings again?"

"Sorry, can't reveal my sources."

"Well that means yes."

"I am sworn to secrecy! You will never get it out of me!" 

Eddie looks over at Hannah with a dazzling grin. She's still frowning, but there's a little sparkle in her eyes. Eddie thinks he would do just about anything to see that sparkle. 

That's how it goes for the rest of the day. Hannah stoically ignores her fellow students during class, then Eddie meets her outside her classroom and carries her few books as he escorts her to the next one. 

When Hannah exits her penultimate lesson of the day and she is greeted yet again by Eddie Munson's doe eyes, she finally asks what's been bugging her all day: "How are you even doing this? How do you get to my classrooms so quickly from yours?"

Eddie leans in conspiratorially. "That's for me to know, and you to figure out, sweetheart."

She narrows her eyes and points a finger in his face, making him recoil slightly; bemused. "Give me time."

Eddie lets out a booming laugh at that, and follows Hannah to her locker.

Eddie leans against the locker next to Hannah's. "How do you know it's an apple?"

"Hm?” Hannah is struggling with a giant sketchbook.

"This morning you said the baby is the size of an apple. How do you know?" Eddie guides Hannah out of the way and pulls the sketchbook free.

"The doctor gave me this chart that tells you the size of the baby each week and it has comparative fruits on it. This week it's an apple." Hannah shrugs. "Next week it's an avocado."

"Is that a fruit?" Eddie scrunches his face, puzzled.

Hannah shrugs again and starts towards her classroom. Eddie bounds after her.

"Hey,” Eddie nudges her shoulder with his. “You'll never guess what Jeff did." 

"What?" Hannah is watching him out of the corner of her eye, careful to keep her expression blank at his antics.

"Don't ask why. Maybe he had an itch, maybe he was just curious, who knows. But he stuck the end of his pencil up his nose, and when he took it out, the eraser got left behind!"

"Ew." Hannah wrinkles her nose.

"I know! But it gets worse."

"How?!" Hannah finally turns to him as they come to a stop outside their destination.

"He sneezed and it shot out.” Eddie cackles. “Hit Carver in the back of the head!"

Hannah snorts, then smacks her hand over her mouth, mortified. She grabs her book out of Eddie's arms then flees through the classroom door, waving over her shoulder without looking back.

Eddie is thrilled. 

"See you after class!" he calls out to her retreating figure, chuckling fondly to himself.

But when Hannah exits her last lesson of the day, Eddie is nowhere to be seen.

Hannah looks up and down the corridor, but still no Eddie. She knows she shouldn’t be disappointed; she shouldn't expect this of him when he doesn’t owe her anything. So she makes her way to her locker and takes out her backpack. 

Just as she is closing the door, Eddie slams up against the lockers next to her, panting.

"Sorry." Deep breath. "Mrs O'Donnell." Wheeze. "She hates me."

"Still? You'd have thought she'd've gotten used to you by now." 

Eddie squints up at her from where he's hunched over. "Rude." 

He heaves himself upright with a groan and grabs the belongings from her hands. Eddie looks her over, and shakes his head. “You know this stuff is supposed to go on the paper, right?” He rubs at some charcoal on Hannah’s cheek with his thumb.

Hannah’s face flushes. “Shut up.” She swats his hand away and buffs her cheek with the heel of her hand.

Eddie grins. He’s delighted at affecting her, but takes pity on her and changes the subject. "Is your dad picking you up or is Jules giving you a ride home?"

"Jules is doing an art thing."

"Already? It's the first day of school, can't the girl take a break?"

Hannah shrugs and starts walking.

"So where are you meeting your dad?" Eddie follows.

"He's working."

"Joyce?"

"They broke up."

"Oh, that’s too bad - wait, I don't understand. How are you planning on getting home?"

"The bus."

Eddie stops. Holding his arm out in front of Hannah to halt her too. She scowls down at his arm in front of her then lifts her gaze to his.

Eddie splutters. "Are you kidding me?! Do you know how disgusting those things are? You're pregnant! Absolutely not. No. Not happening."

"Eddie-"

"No." He turns her to face him and holds her by the shoulders. "There is no way in hell I am letting you get on that germ infested tin can."

She squirms out of his grasp. "As opposed to your germ infested tin can."

"I'm giving you a ride, ok?"

"Eddie-"

"Ok?"

"Ed-"

"Please, Han?"

She looks at him for a moment. Then huffs, rolling her eyes. "Fine."

"Thank you."

—

They're at a stoplight and Eddie is rifling through the glovebox, leaning across the centre console and Hannah's knees with his tongue poking out in concentration. Hannah's gaze travels over his face, chewing her bottom lip as she studies him.

"Aha!" Eddie holds up a cassette tape in triumph, startling Hannah. "Sorry." Eddie immediately looks sheepish.

Hannah tries to get a look at the tape, but Eddie is waving it around too much before he puts it on to play. 

Twangy guitar and a slow, steady drum beat fill the van as Eddie drives away. Hannah's head whips around to stare at Eddie, eyebrows shooting up her forehead before furrowing.

"The Chain?"

"It's your favourite song." Eddie shrugs, stealing a glance at her. Hannah sharply turns back to the windshield, but not before Eddie sees her bite down on the twitching corners of her mouth. Eddie's cheeks hurt, he’s smiling so wide.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Eddie is slamming his palms on the wheel to the beat. He glances over and sees that Hannah's knee is bobbing along too. She doesn't even seem to be conscious of it. Eddie joins in with the next part of the song.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"Come on sweetheart, you know you want to!" 

But Hannah turns further away, leaning her elbow on the passenger side window and covering the lower part of her face with her hand. This only encourages Eddie. He belts it out even louder.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"You're a terrible singer, Eddie."

He cackles. "You're a terrible liar, Hannah."

"I think you're confused. It's humility that's a virtue; not wild unapologetic arrogance." She still hasn't turned away from the window.

"Good thing I have no interest in virtuosity." He keeps glancing at her.

"I don't think that's a word." 

"It's definitely a word, sweetheart." 

Eddie thinks Hannah is smiling behind her hand. He can hear it in her voice, even if she won't let him see it.

The chorus is coming up again.

"Come on," Eddie bumps Hannah's bicep gently with a closed fist. "Sing with me."

“Fuck off.”

Eddie runs his hand down her arm until he circles her wrist and tugs gently. He sings along softly this time, even as the music ramps up.

Hannah doesn't turn to face him, but peeks over out of the corner of her eye. She realises her mistake immediately when she sees his face. Those big brown eyes looking at her. Pleading with her.

She lets out a long, drawn out groan. The chorus is going round again. Hannah sings along too this time; much quieter than Eddie.

Eddie pulls up outside Hannah's house and throws the van into park, turning in his seat and pulling her to face him too. They're both shouting out the words this time, Eddie grinning wildly and Hannah's face scrunched.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

They're both breathing heavily; faces close, looking at each other as the bass line stretches out and the music starts to build again.

Eddie glances down to her lips. Just for a split second. But Hannah sees, and snaps back; away from him, out of the moment. 

"Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, of- of course."

"Bye, Eddie." She's already out of the van and closing the door, giving him a small wave.

"Bye." But the door is already shut. And Hannah is already halfway up the path. 

"Shit. Wait!" Eddie kills the ignition, cutting off the music. He fumbles with his door and practically falls out of his van, scrambling to get to her.

"Nice landing."

Eddie's head shoots up. Hannah is standing by her open front door, but she is waiting.

"It's all about the recovery, sweetheart." 

"And when does that happen?" 

"Oof! Hit me where it hurts, Han!" He clutches at his heart. She rolls her eyes. There's that sparkle again.

But it's gone in an instant. As if she's remembered a reason not to.

"You wanted something?"

"Yes. Yeah," he swipes his hands on his jeans. When did they get so sweaty?

"How are you getting to school tomorrow?"

"Jules said she'd pick me up."

"Ok. Good. Great. Just… Please promise me you won't get the bus? I will give you a ride any time. Really. No bus."

An eye roll. "Sure."

"Promise?"

A sigh. "Yes, Eddie. I promise. No bus."

"Thank you."

A pause. "Do you think you could drive me home again tomorrow? Jules said her art thing might be a few days this week."

"Yes! I can do that." Eddie grins at her, and turns back to the van.

"Eddie?" Quieter this time.

"Yeah?"

Hannah furrows her brow and fixates on her feet. "People are going to… think it's yours." She glances up at him. "Don't you mind?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't give less of a shit what this town thinks of me. Especially if it means I get to spend time with you."

She wrinkles her nose at him. "Gross."

Eddie cackles. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart."

—

Eddie is early to school the next day. He can't remember when he was last on time, let alone early. He sits on top of one of the picnic tables between the parking lot and the front entrance; smoking, legs bouncing. Waiting for Hannah.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and is debating lighting up another one when he sees Jules' car pull into the lot.

"Jules, please just drop it." Hannah slams the car door after her and walks off, only to stop when she locks eyes with Eddie. He gives her a smile and a small wave as he jumps off the table.

"Han, come on. I'm not trying to upset you." Jules catches up to Hannah and grabs her arm to turn her around. "You know I'm just worried."

"Yeah, I get it. You just," Hannah looks around and lowers her voice. "You know you can't say anything."

Jules sighs. "I know." She pulls Hannah into a hug. "I don't like it, but I know."

Hannah melts into the hug for a moment, before wriggling out of it. "Get off me, you loser."

Jules snorts. "Right, sorry. I forgot. Can't have people thinking you're actually a giant teddy bear."

"Fuck off."

Jules laughs and they make their way towards the school. She spots Eddie and nudges Hannah with her shoulder. "Your boy's waiting." 

"Fuck. Off." Hannah scrunches her face and pushes Jules towards the main entrance, walking over to Eddie.

"Love you too, see you later!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Eddie is rocking on his heels with his hands in his pockets, looking bashful. "Hi."

"Hi." Hannah looks at him with a soft, curious expression. "You gonna be my errand boy again today?" 

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Here, let me…" Eddie slides Hannah's bag off her shoulder and hoists it over his own.

"Thanks." 

Hannah seems softer today, like she used to be with him. He loved that about her. Around most people, she was spiky and hard to reach. She often didn't like too much affection; would feel like she was choking on it and push you away. But she appreciated the little things. He could build up to it, make her gooey and pliable. She would melt into him and he would be allowed to shower her with affection, and she would give it right back. 

Hannah is looking at his right hand holding her backpack strap. She reaches up and touches the lone ring there, a small smile flickering on her face.

He's probably pushing his luck, but he wants to try. With the arm hanging by his side, Eddie brushes his hand against hers, watching her face carefully. She doesn't recoil; her small smile solidifies. So Eddie momentarily links his pinky finger with hers and squeezes. 

Hannah squeezes back. 

—

Eddie is waiting opposite Hannah's 4th period biology class. The class is letting out, but he hasn't seen her yet.

"She's not here." 

Eddie startles at Connor Cunningham coming up and talking to him, from a glance he thought it was Jason Carver. It always unnerves Eddie how similar the two jocks look; only Connor’s hazel eyes and strawberry blond distinguishing him from Jason. Both of them the cookie-cutter American teen dream.

"What?"

"Hannah. She's not here. She left like halfway through class. I think she was trying to hide it but it looked like she was crying."

"Shit, really?" Eddie looks around frantically.

"Her stuff is still in there. She spoke to Ms Petrelli before she left, maybe she knows?"

"Yeah, thanks." Eddie calls out, already walking into the classroom. Ms Petrelli, an older woman, is tidying up around her desk when she sees Eddie.

"Mr Munson, can I help you?"

"Hannah. Do you know where she went? I can take her stuff to her." Already making his way to the only desk still with belongings.

"She rushed out of here earlier. Said she needed to go to the nurse. Usually, of course, I don't allow-"

Eddie stops listening. He gathers Hannah's things and races back out into the crowded hallway. Shouting a loud "thanks" back to the teacher.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Ugh, probably running to his baby mama."

"Freak."

"Didn't you hear? Apparently…"

Eddie isn't paying attention to who he bumps into, or what abuse they're hurling at him for doing so. He just needs to know Hannah is ok.

Finally, he stumbles into the nurse's office, chest heaving from his run.

Hannah looks up as the door slams open with wide, teary eyes. "Eddie?"

"Sweetheart," he puts Hannah's books down on a table and crouches down in front of her. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it's stupid." Hannah swipes at her cheeks.

"Hey, if it made you cry, it's not stupid." Eddie wraps a hand around her ankle and strokes his thumb along the bone.

"No, it's definitely stupid. And now I'm crying more because I cried over something stupid."

Eddie's eyes flit back and forth, trying to follow. He shakes his head. "Huh?"

"She's hormonal." The school nurse drones, walking in from an adjoining office, perusing some papers.

"I really hate that word." Hannah scowls at her.

"You're pregnant, and you cried over bunnies. What would you call that, dear?"

"You cried over bunnies?" Eddie's eyebrows are up in his bangs. 

Hannah's scowl turns to him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go back to class.” The nurse doesn’t look up from her paperwork as she walks back into her office.

Hannah groans and buries her face in her palms. "We were learning about the food chain and Ms Petrelli was using foxes and rabbits as an example. There was a picture in the textbook. It upset me, ok? I'm hormonal, I get it!" Her words are muffled.

“Hey, come on.” Eddie coos, trying to suppress a giggle, he gently pulls at her wrists to claim her hands in his. “What can I do to make this better? What do you need?”

Hannah’s looks at Eddie with glassy eyes, her eyebrows pulled up in the middle as she stutters. “I don’t know.” Tears start to spill over her cheeks.

“Ok, sorry, how about some options?”

Hannah sniffs.

“Food? Sleep? Water? A hug?”

Hannah shifts in her seat, not looking Eddie in the eye. 

Eddie runs his thumbs over her knuckles. “Please tell me, Han.”

“Can you- Please don’t make a big deal of this.”

“Cross my heart.”

“Can you give me a hug?”

Eddie tries not to show how thrilled he is as he stands up, knees clicking. He pulls Hannah into his chest and wraps his arms tight around her.

The pair sway a little on the spot, Eddie laying his cheek on the top of Hannah's head. He smiles as he feels her slowly start to relax.

"Better?"

Hannah hums in response.

"You want to get some food? That's a pregnancy thing, right? Cravings?"

Hannah hums again, her face still buried in Eddie's chest.

"Ok, options… burger, fries, bacon, milkshake-" He feels Hannah perk up in his arms. "Alright then, milkshakes." He smiles down at her warmly.

Eddie reluctantly peels himself away from Hannah, his hands on her shoulders, ducks his head down to hers and grins eagerly. "Let's get out of here." 

Hannah takes a deep breath and smiles shyly in response. "Does Benny still do those Oreo milkshakes?" 

"I don't think they're on the menu anymore, but he likes you. More than he likes me anyway. So he might if you asked." They start walking.

Hannah rolls her eyes. "He likes me more than you because I don't have ketchup fights in his diner." 

"I think you'll find I was on team mustard." Eddie raises his chin haughtily. "And really, he should blame you for leaving us unsupervised."

Hannah gapes at him; indignant. "I was in the bathroom for five minutes! You are not pinning that on me." She gives his shoulder a shove and marches away.

Eddie stops for a moment in the middle of the hallway, watching after her with a dopey expression.

Hannah calls back over her shoulder, “Are you coming or what? You promised milkshakes.”

—

The ride to Benny’s is quiet, Fleetwood Mac playing softly through the speakers again. When they pull up to the diner, Eddie jumps out and rushes around the front of the van to open the passenger side door before Hannah has even gotten her seatbelt off. He holds out a hand for her to take and helps her jump down.

Hannah thanks him. “You know you can listen to your music, right? It’s your van.”

Eddie shrugs. “Babies can hear stuff from out here, can’t they? I figured you’d want to indoctrinate them to Stevie Nicks ASAP.”

Hannah touches her belly and looks down at it, frowning. “I think they might still be too young. I don’t know if they even have ears yet.” Hannah ponders. “But you’re right about starting their musical education early.” She tugs lightly at Eddie’s jacket sleeve. Eddie smiles to himself, he recognises one of her small affections.

They reach the door, and Eddie holds it open for Hannah, bowing deeply as she passes through. Hannah scoffs as she passes but thanks him.

“Hi Benny.”

The diner owner looks up from where he’s standing at the cash register. “Haven’t seen you two in a while. Figured you’d broken up.”

Hannah skids her shoes against the floor; Eddie scratches the back of his neck. The awkward silence stretches out painfully.

“Right…” Benny draws out the word and grins wickedly. He is basking in their discomfort. “What’ll it be?”

Eddie looks at Hannah pointedly. She narrows her eyes at him, but steps forward. “Any chance of two Oreo milkshakes?” She smiles in faux sweetness. 

“Those aren’t on the menu anymore.”

“I know, but they were just so good. The best milkshakes ever. Better than any milkshake anyone has ever-”

“Alright, alright. If that’s what it takes to shut you up.” Benny frowns at Hannah, but there’s warmth behind it. “Anything else?”

Hannah thinks for a moment, swaying her head from side to side. “Onion rings, please. Oh, and cheese fries. And some bacon. Please.” Hannah looks embarrassed as she looks to Eddie, but he winks at her; pleased that she’s letting go a little.

“Cheeseburger and fries please, Benny.”

Benny shoos them away to a booth where they sit opposite each other. Eddie splays his hands on the table between them and looks up at Hannah. “So I was doing some math earlier.”

Hannah is looking at Eddie’s ringed fingers, trying (and failing) to be discreet about it. One of her hands starts creeping across the table top. “In math class?”

Eddie is trying not to smile; trying not to show that he has noticed her movements. He doesn’t want to spook her. “Uh, no actually. In geography.”

“Oh?” Her hand reaches his and she starts pulling at his rings and twisting them around his fingers.

“You said 4 months, right?”

Hannah stops her fiddling and looks up at Eddie. He winces.

“Um, yeah. Nearly. Fifteen weeks.” She pulls back to her side of the table and tucks her hands under her thighs. 

Eddie curses himself and reaches after her. He didn’t mean to make her retreat again. “Han, I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about anything you’re not comfortable with. We can talk about something else.”

“No,” Hannah shakes her head. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just…” she exhales and grimaces. “I’m not exactly happy about this whole thing, you know.”

Eddie makes a sympathetic noise, then leans back in his seat as Benny arrives with a tray full of food and milkshakes. Hannah brightens up immediately; her eyes shining.

Benny distributes the food on the table with a grunt and walks back to his position in the kitchen.

Hannah springs forward the second he leaves and grabs her milkshake. Her eyes roll back as she slurps through the straw.

Eddie beams and grabs his own. Giving Benny a thumbs up as he drinks.

Hannah hums happily as she digs into her various plates; wiggling in her seat slightly. Eddie watches her fondly. He knows she doesn’t always like showing how she feels; being vulnerable. But he wants her to feel safe with him and open up, like she did before.

Hannah pauses her munching, her eyes flitting from fries to milkshake. She picks up a fry, dunks it in her milkshake, and quickly shoves it in her mouth. Eddie chokes on his own food as Hannah lets out a loud moan. 

“Oh my god, you have to try this.” She dunks another fry and holds it out for Eddie, waving it in his face when he doesn’t move.

“Uhh, I’m alright sweetheart. You have it.”

Hannah shrugs and pops it in her own mouth. “Your loss.”

“So have you had much of that? Weird food cravings?”

“I don’t think I’ve really had any.” Hannah picks up an onion ring this time, and gleefully dunks and eats it. “Mmpf. You sure you don’t want to try this?” 

“I’m sure, thanks though.” Eddie hides his smirk behind his burger.

Eddie takes a large bite, and talks through his chewing, “What about nausea? Morning sickness. That’s a thing, right?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you pig.” Hannah throws a cheesy fry at him. Eddie jumps to try and catch it in his mouth, but misses. Hannah stifles a snort. "Yeah I had some morning sickness, but that stopped a few weeks ago thankfully. I had a lot of heartburn too, that's-"

"You're going to have a hairy baby." Eddie mumbles through his mouthful again.

Hannah stops. A milkshake coated onion ring halfway to her mouth. "Excuse me?"

Eddie swallows thickly. He doesn't know if the lump in his throat is from the burger or the way Hannah is looking at him like he's lost his mind. He rushes through his explanation: "You remember Nanny Pat? The nice old lady a few trailers down from me. Well, her daughter is pregnant too. Every time now, when I take over her weekly shop, she'll tell me all about how excited she is to be a real grandmother and tell me how the pregnancy is going. She said that her daughter had loads of heartburn, so that means her baby is going to have loads of hair!"

Hannah hasn't moved. Melted milkshake is running down her thumb. "You do her shopping every week?" 

Eddie flushes, bright pink. "No." He scoffs.

A blinding smile spreads across Hannah's face and a short laugh bursts free. Eddie is awestruck. 

Hannah scoops up the milkshake on her hand with her other index finger. She leans over the table and boops his nose, smearing it on the tip. "You big softie!" She stage-whispers, sitting back with a giggle. Eddie splutters and swipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

"Anyway," she guzzles her milkshake, trying to fight back her smile. "I don't think that's true. How would that work?" She mulls it over, finally putting the onion ring in her mouth. "I don't think those two bits of you are even connected." 

"I dunno. You're talking to Hawkins' resident super super senior, so…." He shrugs.

Hannah throws another fry at Eddie and it hits him in the face. He looks at her, affronted. She glares back. "You're not stupid, Eddie."

"Mrs O'Donnell would disagree with you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, well she's an asshole."

He snorts. "You're not wrong." 

Eddie stirs his milkshake with the straw; staring. Wondering how to ask his real questions. Whose baby is it? Why aren't they here looking after her? Will she let Eddie look after her? Or at least try?

He looks up at Hannah. She seems to be just as stuck in her own head, her gaze burning a hole in her cheese fries. She seems so totally lost in thought that Eddie is startled when she speaks softly.

"You don't have to do this, you know." Hannah sighs and fiddles with her plate, but still doesn't look up. "You don't… It's not yours. You don't owe me anything." 

"I'm here because I want to be."

"But, why?" She finally looks up at him. "Doesn't it bother you that I got knocked up by someone else? That I was pregnant the whole time we were together?"

Eddie considers his words and speaks carefully. "Han, the only thing that bothers me about all of this, is that whoever it was has left you to deal with it on your own."

Hannah is visibly upset and squirms in her seat. "That's not… That’s not true." She shakes her head. "I have my dad, and Jules."

Eddie's voice is still soft, "That's not what I mean, and you know it." 

"I can't-" Hannah takes a shuddering breath. "Fuck these hormones!" She hisses and presses the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I don't know what you want from me, Eddie."

"Just the pleasure of your company, sweetheart."

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Hannah slaps the table as her voice rings out in the diner, the other patrons give her disapproving looks. She looks sheepish, and continues in a whisper. "I'm scared, Eddie. I have no control over any of this and I don't know what I'm doing." Her eyes are glassy. "I can't- we can't…" 

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." Eddie reaches out and places his hand on her side of the table. "It was a bad joke, but it's true, Han, I promise." He ducks his head to catch Hannah's eye. "I'm not here to try anything. I'm here because I like spending time with you, regardless of what we are to each other." Eddie smiles at her encouragingly. "I am more than happy to be your friend. And your errand boy." 

Hannah lets out a wet laugh and wipes her eyes. 

A mischievous look comes over Eddie’s face. He shuffles out of the booth and drops to his knees on the floor next to Hannah, holding his hands in a plea in front of him. “Please Han,” Eddie declares, loudly. “Please will you let me be your servant for the next 5 to 6 months?!”

“Oh my god you need to stop!” Hannah jerks away, clambering to the other end of the seat. Eddie crawls up onto the seat after her. “No! No no no! Get away!” She pushes him away with a hand to the face.

“Please? PLEASE, Hannah!” 

“Get the fuck away from me, asshole!”

Eddie throws his head back and cackles, still advancing.

“WHAT do you idiots think you’re doing?!”

Hannah and Eddie freeze at Benny’s booming voice. They scramble to sit on the bench properly; backs straight and eyes wide as they peer over at him as they both mumble, “Sorry Benny.”

Benny curses and slams back into the kitchen, grumbling about “stupid teenagers”.

Hannah stifles a snort and slides down in her seat. Eddie giggles and looks down at her with pure adoration. Hannah shifts slightly and nudges her head against his bicep. His heart leaps at the small show of intimacy. He decides right then: He can wait for her.

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: One thing I love about these two is how blatant they are about their feelings, there is no hesitation (there is a lot and is drowning them) -Danny Words: 2,634 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Message In A Bottle' -by Taylor Swift

XXVII: I Don't Have High Hopes but I Think Leara Should Be Our Ship Name

"You remember when Annabeth explained to us how Athena kids are born?"

"Yeah?"

"I get it now," Ara mumbles absentmindedly. "The meeting of minds thing."

Lily peers over the chariot. "What?"

"I've got a crush," Ara tightens the nave, hunching so she doesn't have to face Lily.

Her friend gasps and pulls Ara up, dragging her to a tall bench. "Who is it? You always go for the craziest option available!"

"That's not true!" She scowls.

"I always thought Aphrodite kids had good taste, but you don't."

"I'll ignore that," Ara leaves her tools on the workbench. "Cause I really wanna tell you."

Lily smiles eagerly. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Well... It's a boy."

"Yikes," she sits on the bench next to Ara's and supports her elbow on the workbench. "Do I know him?"

"Yeah, er... just met him."

"Oh," Lily's expression shifts. "Oh no, Ara."

"What?" She pouts. "You can't say that's a bad pick!"

Her friend wrinkles her nose. "Leo Valdez? Are you sure?"

"You don't approve," Ara sighs knowingly.

Lily rolls her eyes. "I get why you like him... but is he really the safe option?"

"Lily!"

"Well," she frowns. "All I'm saying is, you get along with Jason just the same!"

Ara's taken by surprise. "Jason?"

"Why not?" Her friend insists. "Your siblings love him, like, they're obsessed—"

"Piper likes him, Lily," Ara makes a face.

"Ugh, fine! But Leo is bound to get you hurt," Lily explains like it's obvious.

"No, he wouldn't! Why would you even think that?" Ara's getting upset for no reason, she has to wrap it up.

Lily crosses her arms and Ara knows she's in for a lecture. "He's insane, Ara. Have you talked to him for more than just five minutes? I have the feeling he doesn't even like people at all."

"That's not fair, you don't like talking to people either," she reminds her.

"Yeah, but I like you, and I make an effort for you," she insists in an exasperated voice.  "Nothing against him, he just doesn't have time to be a good boyfriend, and you know it. Don't pursue him, Ara."

Telling Ara she can't do something is giving her entrance to prove others wrong. "But I like him, isn't that enough?"

"Listen, if you date Leo, you won't be his priority," Lily tries to reason. "You shouldn't settle for the bare minimum. Also, you're Olympus's go-to girl—"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you," Ara snaps defensively. "You go on about common sense like it's so easy. I know better."

It's not up to her to decide anymore, Leo's soul light matches hers, and all she can do is come to terms with it. Lily's observations aren't wrong, but she doesn't understand just how much of a dead end Ara is facing. 

Lily's eyes darken. "Right, because you have always made the right choice."

Ara knows what she's insinuating, and she won't allow it. "Thank you for helping me with the chariot, you're dismissed for the day."

"Naí, Strategus." 

Lily grabs her stuff so she can leave, but someone else storms into the room before that can happen.

"I'm going to gut you!" Nico Di Angelo stops in front of Ara, holding the old aviator jacket to her face.

We convince Nico to stay for the rest of the summer, but it doesn't matter how much we try to include him in our routine, he doesn't like it here.

Lily hands him a bag with food and drachmas. "Thank you for helping us this summer."

"You won't try to stop me from leaving?" He asks reluctantly.

"We know you'll be careful," I smile. "Ghost King."

Nico makes a face. "Shut up."

"It suits you," Lily teases him. "It's an honor to be friends with a king."

"Whatever," he turns away.

"You didn't deny we're friends, though!" I laugh. "Wait! We have one last favor to ask you!"

He glances back over his shoulder. "What?"

"Look for the children of Olympus!"

"What's that?"

"Nothing important, just... if you contact any of them, ask them how they became it. Heracles and Achilles."

Nico's face is hard to read, but he nods. "I'll try."

"See you later, Neeks!"

"Maybe," he replies shortly.

Percy runs into us at that moment. Lily goes away claiming she has business to attend to with the Stolls, but I know she wants to be sad in private. Nico's the only kid who resembles her around here, and now he's leaving, claiming this is not his place. I wonder what that makes her think.

Mr D asks Percy and me to walk with him. He takes us to the campfire, where Clarisse and Chris are having a moment. 

Percy doesn't understand Mr. D's sudden change of heart, but I do.

"...remember that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed." He gives me a look. "That weapon you carry is flashy... Make sure it doesn't dim your brains."

He leaves us, and I stare at the purple aura surrounding Clarisse and Chris. Percy speaks beside me. "Hey! That's right, you got a sword!"

I smile. "Hephaestus gave it to me. It's called Pantodýnamos."

Percy cocks his head to the side. "That's weird... I feel like I've heard that before."

"Almighty? Yeah, about a hundred times in every book of ancient history."

"Right," he grins. "And it sure is almighty, I saw you killing all those monsters—How did it feel?"

"Like small things can become very large indeed," I quote for Percy's amusement.

He pauses for a moment, suddenly worried. "But why did Hephaestus give it to you? He didn't seem to like you at first."

I open my mouth to reply, but I'm his little sister, he'll freak out if I tell him what my fate is. "I guess he changed his mind," I lie. "Maybe he likes that I chose him over my mother."

Percy seems to believe it. "Well, I feel better knowing you have a good way to defend yourself."

He ruffles my hair and walks me to the campfire. Lily's with the Stolls, next to her is Michael, and he's staring at me. When we lock eyes he smiles and winks. I look away feeling self-conscious, and a golden light brightens my skin.

"Oh, crap..." I mutter in distress.

During the campfire, Ara realizes Leo is nowhere to be found. It comes to her that if he's not here then he probably didn't have dinner either, and she can't ignore that.

The girl leaves the amphitheater and goes to get drinks and her on-the-verge-of-dying T-Rex bag, then approaches the forest, where she whistles and Apollo is quick to appear on her side. Ara rides him to the bunker, it's dark out and she's not looking to fight monsters at this hour.

She enters the bunker quietly, all the lights are off with the exception of one on top of Festus's platform, next to it Leo is scribbling something on a blueprint.

"Holy, Hephaestus!" Ara gasps. Before her, the ship's shell is already being built.

Leo gives a start. "Hi, doll!" He hastily tries to clean his workspace. "I know, I know, dinner time. Let me just—"

"Dinner was two hours ago," Ara walks up to him.

"Oh," he blinks. "Whoops."

The girl places a soda and a sandwich on his workbench. "You forget to eat and your reaction is 'Whoops'?"

"You can't judge me, Miss 'Huh'," Leo grabs the food. "I just thought—"

"You can think?" Ara sits on the platform and pats Festus' head, Apollo curls next to Leo's workbench ready to take a nap.

"Ha ha," Leo rolls his eyes. "I'm a genius, you know..."

"Don't get too comfy, boy," she speaks to her lion. "We'll head back in a moment."

Leo pouts. "You're leaving already?"

"You're coming with us," she raises a brow. "I can't let you stay here."

"You're no fun," he sighs. "My mom and I used to sleep in her workshop sometimes."

"You have a good bed in cabin nine," she insists calmly. "And I'm a fun girl, you just push my buttons."

"I've noticed," Leo smirks. "But you keep coming back, so maybe I don't push them enough."

"Hm," Ara looks around curiously. The bunker's full of life already; Annabeth was right after all, she's dying to work here. "Anyway, hurry up and eat. I gotta leave Apollo with the pegasus, he'll spend the night chasing the poor harpies otherwise."

Leo makes a face. "You know how batshit that sounds?"

Ara smiles a little. "You'll get used to it eventually."

Leo walks over to where she is. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Is it true what they say? That you can't fall in love?"

Ara laughs. "Who says that?"

"Malcolm."

She shakes her head. "No! That's nuts!"

"It's not true?" He asks, sitting next to her.

Ara notices the faint glow of his skin. "Love is the one thing that keeps me going."

He tilts his head. "Really?"

"I mean, if I were incapable of loving, my life would be pointless."

"So you're willing to date?" His voice turns a bit hopeful. "Let's say, a mechanic genius with amazing looks?"

"Are you asking me out?" She inquires with amusement.

"Yeah, I think I am," Ara's shoulder is touching his, and Leo's breath catches in his throat as he leans closer.

"Leo..." Ara's not sure this is how she wants things to happen. "I... I..."

A playful smirk appears on the boy's face. "Are you about to confess? It'd be great if you said something like 'You're so attractive it makes me insane', even if it's a lie."

"Are you teaching me how to flirt with you?" Ara's head is spinning but his teasing annoys her enough to clear her head.

"You look like you need help. And you're not threatening to maim me for sitting this close to you like the day we met," Heat spreads across his cheeks, and he finishes the sentence quietly. "I can stop if you want."

Ara blushes, looking down at where their hands are placed, one next to the other. "I've gotten used to you, that's all..."

Leo glances at their hands and he lightly touches hers with the tip of his pinky. He looks up to her eyes and waits. She's not doing anything, but his heart is throbbing painfully as he sits in expectation.

"You're doing a great job here, by the way," Ara tells him.

Leo nods, not listening to a single word of what she just said. He moves slightly closer, closing the gap between them until their faces are just a few inches apart. The boy tilts his head and softly brushes his lips against hers for a brief moment. 

The proximity makes him so dizzy he pushes himself away almost instantly. He's in honest disbelief, no girl had ever allowed him to get that close, he nearly wants to ask Ara if she's in her right mind.

In spite of his attempt to stop, their noses are still brushing. He's right there, he could kiss her if he wanted to, and he is dying to, but he wants her permission. 

"I know I don't know a lot about you," he places his hand on top of hers. "But since I met you I've had this feeling... I don't even know what it means, but I'll try my best to be whatever you want, just..."

Ara wants to kiss him so badly that her chest hurts. The girl clears her throat and moves away, desperately trying to de-escalate the situation. "I don't date guys that could set me on fire, though."

For a moment, the sound of his heart pounding is all Leo can hear and process. Then Ara's breathing, slow and strained. It takes him a while to make sense of her words. 

The way she's acting gives him hope. He feels so close to getting all he ever wanted, even if he doesn't even know what that entails.

He moves away too, trying to calm down. He drinks half of his Coke in one gulp. "You're gonna talk about cons? Let me talk about yours, then."

Ara's mouth falls open. "You've known me for like three days!"

"Six, actually," he replies. "So it's a looong list." Ara punches his shoulder. "Ouch! That a yes or a no?" Leo laughs, he can't help but think how cute she looks when she's pouting. 

"I'll give you one and you gotta say one in turn, alright?" She replies. "Let's see who's got more."

A devilish look appears on Leo's face. He tilts his head slightly. "You're bossy."

"You're a flirt with every girl you find pretty."

He grins. "That sounds more like a compliment." 

"It's not."

"Are you sure?"

"Just give me a con!"

"You're impatient."

"Some of your jokes are cringe."

Leo gasps, pretending to be insulted. "That's harsh."

"I give you permission to be a little harsh, then," Ara grins.

"Alright. You're a terrible flirt."

Ara responds with a feisty look in her eyes. "You have no proper strength for a demigod."

"Dang, now this is just roasting," Leo takes a bite of his sandwich. "My powers are a work in progress, sunshine. I'd try my best to protect you though, if that counts for anything."

Ara sighs and stares at her feet. "If you're not sure you can, then don't do it," the girl nudges his arm. "Your turn. You said you had a long list, right?"

"I was lying," he admits casually. "But feel free to keep going, I need the reality check."

Ara groans and looks away. "I ran out of cons too."

Leo pats her knee. "At least we tried. Now what?"

Ara's knee is tingling where he touched it. "I'm not a flirt," she blurts out. "Silena taught me to be kind and hand out compliments to everyone. If I'm a terrible flirt it's cause I've never tried to flirt with anyone, this is just how I am."

Ara is kind of weird, but Leo is starting to get her. She isn't as hard to understand as most people, maybe cause she always says what she means. "I'm a bit of a flirt," he replies, "but I try not to flirt with you at all, 'cause if you were to flirt back, I'm pretty sure I'd drop dead."

Ara giggles, her face is as red as the strawberries they grow in camp, but she doesn't seem to mind. "You're so dramatic—But you make me laugh, like, real laughter. Can't do that easily nowadays..."

"Wow," he says, trying to sound like he's joking. "You like me a lot."

He lets the statement sink in, giving her the opportunity to deliver a firm rejection. 

"I never said I didn't."

"What?" There is a whirlwind of emotions inside of him, too much data has entered his hard drive. He can't even feel his face at this point. "What do you mean?" He urges her. "Cause it's kinda sounding like you've got feelings for me—"

"I know how it sounds," Ara scowls.

"But... then..." He stammers.

Ara fixes her eyes on the lion. A sudden wave of panic is making her second-guess everything, maybe she should follow Lily's advice. 

"Listen, Leo... You have a ship to build, and I have to find my brother. Those are the priorities. After that, we have to defeat Miss Dirt-face. We don't have time for feelings."

It's like she's trying to convince herself, but what he hates the most is that it's true, and it hurts like hell. The first time he meets a cute girl who's attracted to him, and they can't be together. His life is just that great.

"Right. Let's focus on the prophecies now, and maybe if we survive that, we can think about dating," he replies, sounding overly sarcastic. "Sorry for asking..." Every fiber in his body wants to scream. Is he destined to be rejected even by the people who want to choose differently?

Ara gets up as gracefully as possible. "Please, don't stay here for long. Go to sleep."

She heads to the door in silence. The boy doesn't go after her, all he does is reply under his breath. "See you."

Pollo gets up and follows Ara out of the bunker, leaving Leo alone with his longing.

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vent tw (but if anyone can handle it comfort would honestly be well appreciated)

so, as many here knows, I am a member of a system (still unconfirmed if OSDD or DID... gotta change my bio...)... my mother found our about it a little over a month ago and freaked hella out

like, took away everything that could potentially maybe sort of get on the internet while we're 17 sort of freaked out

forced me to get rid of multiple friends (some close) simply because they knew sort of freaked out

guilt tripped, mocked, and used my words against me while not even bothering to really hear them for two hours only the FIRST time sort of freaked out

and now, the last year (I think) I get to go to my summer camp, I have been forced to listen to her tell who she thinks is Charlie, the host (I'm Chara, not the host), to have a talk with her system (us) and make us stay on "spectator mode" the whole week

I have had more than enough of her shit, she's acting like if anyone anywhere sees that the mentally ill person shows signs of being mentally ill it's going to end the world, she's acting like everyone who isn't Charlie is a character, just some little OC Charlie wants to roleplay as

just a few days ago she all but grabbed me by the throat, demanded to know what it wasn't time to tell her yet (she read not even a quarter of the conversation between me and a friend and decided that was enough to try to kill me over) and when I eventually just told her "that I'm not Charlie! I don't want to disrespect your wishes for us to not be open yet!" and she literally said, "So you mean to tell me that just because I let you (Charlie, even though I was front at the time) infodump on me about this I get to entertain these characters now?"

it's not even the mental illness getting to me, to any of us, it's how we're treated by out own mother, the woman who claims to understand everything about being mentally ill and claims to always have our back in the neuroticism she gave to us... which she also never had our back in that area either

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

⭐star⭐ for a director's cut ask for a section of your choosing in Sins of the Father!

Not necessarily a section, but I'm gonna talk about Ella's self-insert history OC who keeps rearing her head in this story & eventually becomes the namesake of one of Ella's kids

“It is from stories I made up. The Shadow Cats are the loyal warband of the brave and talented and very prolific Lady Adrienne the Silver. There are so very few women noted in the histories that do anything, so I decided that I would just come up with something myself.” [...] "What is Lady Adrienne like?" Rhaenyra asked as she took one of the swords, swinging it to get accustomed to the feel. "Lady Adrienne is a fearless leader, the most accurate archer in all of Westeros, an invaluable member of King Gurnar Royce's council, and she is a generous and loyal friend! She fights for the weak, protects The Vale, and adventures across Westeros and Essos!" Ella grabbed one of the swords as well, dramatically pointing it to the sky as she sang the praises of Lady Adrienne. - The Dragon Has Three Heads, Rhaella 4

First of all, because I don't think anyone noticed since I didn't really make it super obvious: Rhaenyra was fully prepared to play the part of Lady Adrienne in the scene where all the kids are playing in Runestone's godswood. Girlypop 100% believed it was not as deep as it is & was under the assumption that "because I'm a princess & guest I get to be the main character in our game" & was completely taken aback when Ella asked her who (not Lady Adrienne the Silver) she wanted to be in the game. She recovers & gets over it, but she was not prepared to be asked to play a side character, lol.

I know that I allude to it in a few places in more recent chapters, particularly in chapter 15, but I don't think I've ever outright said that "Lady Adrienne And The Shadowcats" were a direct response to their grandfather, Lord Yorbert Royce, telling Ella & Yorick stories from The Age Of Heroes when they were kids.

She told him stories about the First Men who ruled The Vale long before the Andals came, and ghost stories about the long night. Ella said those were stories their Grandfather Yorbert had told her and Yorick when they would visit him in The Eyrie while he was regent for Cousin-Lady-Jeyne, and when he came home to rest for two years after he got too sick to keep living. She said he would have loved Aemon, and that Aemon would have loved him too. When she got through all of her stories about the First Men, she pulled a thick stack of papers tied together with crimson string out from a chest under the table and told him about how she had added to the histories. Aemon didn’t think that’s how history worked, but he liked the stories she told him anyway. He liked the dragons and the sword fights and Ser Brendyn the Bloody Hammer. Ella had nearly made it to the end of the story, voice scratchy and deeper than usual because of it, when Alyssa came to get her. - We Remember, Aemon 1b

So, as per the lore, Lord Yorbert served as one of Jeyne Arryn's regents when she was young (with the other being the brother of Lord Redfort). Because Yorbert was at The Eyrie with his first cousin twice removed, he didn't get to spend a lot of time with his grandkids. They'd come visit grandpa sometimes, & he'd spend a lot of those visits telling them stories. This left an impression on both of them, but particularly Ella--like, Yorick definitely liked the stories of the First Men & he maybe imprinted on The Winged Knight a little bit, but he never wrote self-insert history fanfic 😅

Yorbert returned to Runestone permanently in 103 when the twins were 5 because he got cancer & wanted to be at home instead of ruling for Lady Jeyne while he was slowly dying. Because Grandpa Yorbert was sick, Ella took it upon herself to tell him stories this time because he didn't feel well enough to tell them to her & she was 5 so she thought this would help him feel better. Obviously, this did not cure him, but they both had fun & it was honestly really cute. Now, Ella was 5, and the only stories she knew were the ones he had told her (which, sorely lacking Bad Bitch Boss Babes), so she just decided to make some up: enter Lady Adrienne. Obviously, she did not stop this venture after Yorbert died, because the stories are still going by the time we pick up the story a year after his death. Ella keeps yes-anding the stories well into her teen years because not only is Lady Adrienne her over-powered self-insert OC for The Age Of Heroes, she's a way to be closer to Grandpa Yorbert/the grandpa she remembers best (because she was 3 when Baelon died, bbg was barely sentient)--granted, she's not thinking about why she started writing these stories very often & her memories of Lord Yorbert aren't super sharp or clear, but they're there & precious to her.

She did eventually come to a point where she had to conclude the story, because she was growing up & her history fanfic couldn't continue forever, but as the second generation of kids start getting a little older she's going to pick the stories up & continue them with Lady Adrienne's kids because hers & Yorick's kids imprinted on her OC & wanted the stories to keep going lol

[myleftnut-06]

Homesick

Chapter five

Paring: Lee Everett x oc

Warnings: canon events

I want you for worse or for better, I will wait for ever and ever

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Pip watched as Clem kicked a soccer ball around with Duck, a gentle smile on her face as the two kicked it back and forth.

Duck began kicking it running away with it and not letting Clem catch the ball. Clem had a frown on her face "hey! You're not playing fair!" She pouted.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to play soccer right!" Duck defended himself now picking up the ball. Clem glared "you don't know how to teach right!"

Katjaa sighed and decided to try and stop them from fighting "Ducky! What did we say about not playing fair?" She questioned the boy.

Duck groaned "whatever! I don't even want to play anymore!" He grumbled dropping the ball walking back over to Katjaa.

Pip sighed "lil lady, come here, why don't we color for a bit?" She asked the little girl who kept her pout as she nodded and walked over to her.

Soon Lilly stood up from her chair on top of the RV pointing a gun at the woods. A whistle escaped her lips causing everyone to get down.

Just then Lee's voice boomed through "get the gates open! We've got wounded!" He shouted.

Lilly lowered her gun "shit. What the hell are they doing?!" She growled.

Everyone ran over "Lee are you okay?" Clem asked. Lee gave her a curt nod and Katjaa furrowed her brows "get him into the truck, I'll see what I can do"

Kenny looked at her "Kat, can you fix him?" He asked quickly. Katjaa shook her head "Jesus Ken! I don't know!"

Lilly sort of cut her off "Lee! Lee!" She shouted aggressively. Lee looked at her and she spoke up again "what the hell?! You can't just be bringing new people here! What are you thinking?!" She continued.

"Hey! You wanna calm down for a fuckin minute?" Kenny snapped.

Larry spoke up "what's your-" Lilly cut him off "no! I don't! I want to know why you thought bringing more mouths to feed was a good idea?!"

"I thought we could save his life! I'm the one who took his leg, that makes me responsible" Lee replied.

Larry glared "well that was a stupid thing to do" he hissed. Lilly shook her head "we are NOT responsible for every struggling survivor we come across! WE have to focus on OUR group! Right here. Right NOW!" She finished.

Carley spoke up "well hang on! We haven't even talked to these people yet! Maybe they CAN be helpful" she suggested.

"Come on, Lilly. These are people? People trying to survive just like us. We've got to stick together to survive!" Mark tried to reason with her.

Lilly shook her head "the only reason you're here is because you had food. Enough for ALL of us. But that food is almost gone, we've maybe a week's worth left and I don't suppose you guys are carrying any groceries are you?!"

"No..." the new teenager, Ben, mumbled out looking at the floor. Mark shook his head "fine. You guys fight it out, then. Welcome to the family, kid" he scoffed walking away from everyone.

Clem looked up at Ben "come over here and see what I drew" she said grabbing onto his sleeve. Ben frowned "what? No, I-" he started and Clem grabbed onto his pinky finger "just come on, okay?..."

Kenny glared at Lilly "you know, you like to think you are the leader of this little group, but we can make our own goddamn decisions! This isn't your own personal dictatorship!"

"Oh come on. You're being dramatic! Everything always turns into a power struggle between you two. I'm not gonna be a part of that!" Carley shouted before walking away.

Leaving Pip, Kenny, Lilly and Lee, Larry standing nearby. Lilly glared back at Kenny "hey, I didn't ask to lead this group! Everyone was happy to have me distributing the food when there was enough to go around! Now that it's running out suddenly I'm a goddamn nazi!"

"Kenny's right" Pip said looking at Lilly and Lee nodded.

(?) they all noticed Pip and Lee side with Kenny.

"Yeah, you're in charge of the food, and the schedules but you're NOT in charge of people's lives" Lee said adding onto Pip's words.

Lilly put a hand on her hip "really?!"

"You weren't there. Lee made a choice. End of story" Kenny said before walking away. Pip sighed "I'm gonna go check up on Clem" she announced to the two leaving Lee and Lilly to talk.

(?) only five food items for eleven hungry people.

Pip looked at Clem "whatcha drawing, lil lady?" The woman asked looking down at the piece of paper on the floor.

"A tiger!" The little girl cheered happily holding it up. Pip chuckled "you're quite the artist! My, I forgot to ask earlier, where's your hat?"

Clem patted her own head "I set it down somewhere, but now it's gone, can you help me find it?" She asked. Pip nodded "I'll tell you if I find it"

Lee walked over "how's it going you two?" Lee asked. Pip smiled "we're okay, Lee"

Lee looked at Clem's head "where's your hat?" He asked. Clem frowned "Pip asked the same thing, I don't know...can you help me and her find it?" She asked.

Lee nodded "sure. When did you loose?" He asked. Clem thought "I had it a couple days ago..." she said. Lee nodded "I promise if we find it, we'll let you know" he said bringing Pip into his words.

"Thank you..." Clem mumbled still sad about loosing her hat.

"You two need to eat something" Lee said, he took out two apple half's handing them to Pip and Clem. Clem gasped "I love apples. Thank you"

Pip nodded "we appreciate it...are there more?"

"No. Those are the last ones" Lee replied. Clem looked down "oh uhm..." she mumbled. Lee smiled "enjoy. You two deserve it" he said to the two.

(?) Lee took care of Clementine.

(?) Lee chose to feed Pip.

Pip and Clem began eating their food, both eating very small bites. Nibbling if you will. Moments passed and a loud scream from Katjaa erupted through the motor inn.

A gunshot runs through and there stood Carley "you okay?..." she asked and Lee weakly nodded. Pip ran over just as Ben was defending himself.

"What!? Wait...you all don't know?" Ben asked looking at the group. Kenny glared "what the hell are you talking about?"

Ben frowned "it's not the bite that does it! You come back no matter how you die. If you don't destroy the brain, that's just what happens. It's going to happen ALL of us" he explained.

"We're all infected? Everyone?" Lee asked in a light scared tone. Ben shrugged "I-I guess so. I don't know...all I know is that I've seen people turn who I KNOW were never bitten"

"When I first saw it happen, we were all hiding out in a gym and everybody thought we were finally safe. But one of the girls, Jenny Pitcher I think. I guess she couldn't take it. She took some pills. A lot of them. Someone went into the girls' room the next morning and...God..." Ben finished.

"BACK OFF!" Carley's voice boomed through the inn. Everyone turned seeing two men "woah, lady, relax! Me and my brother, we...we just want to know if y'all can help us out"

"I said back off!" Carley shouted again and Pip set a hand on her shoulder "Carley..." she said trying to get her sister to calm down.

"Are you armed?" Pip called out to the two and the shorter one spoke up "yeah...for protection...dead could be anywhere"

The taller one looked at her "but, uh, I think you've got the upper hand here" he smiled. Carley glared "why do you need gas?"

The short one spoke again "our place is protected by an electric fence. Generators provide the electricity..." he explained. The tall one nodded "our generators run on gas. Look, we own a dairy farm a few miles up the road. If y'all be willing to lower your guns, we can talk about some kind of trade" he suggested.

"How are y'all doing on food? We got plenty at the dairy" the short one said. Lilly looked at Lee "Lee, why don't you and Mark check the place out, see if it's legit"

"I'm going with you. I got your back if anything seems fishy" Carley spoke up smiling at her sister. The tall one looked at them "so what are y'all thinking?" He asked.

"You've got a deal. We'll bring SOME gas to your dairy. In exchange, you give us some food to bring back. We'll see how it goes from there" Lee replied.

(?) Lee decided everyone should go.

The tall one nodded "sounds fair. A couple of gallons should power one of our generators for a while"

***

Pip's eyes widened lightly seeing Marks shoulder "what the fuck happened?" She asked. Clem looked up at her "swear" she lightly tugged on her sleeve. Pip looked down at the little girl "sorry" she whispered quickly.

Mark groaned "yeah. I'm fine. I should just...pull it out..." he said. Another new lady, Brenda, shook her head "oh no, honey, c'mon, Brenda's got you. C'mon inside now, we'll have you all sorted out"

Brenda, Mark and Katjaa made their way inside and Larry looked at Lee. "What kind of shit is this?" He said angrily.

"We ran into some people on the way up here...bandits I guess. I think it was them that attacked us" Lee explained to him.

The tall one, Andy, spoke "they gave us a bunch of problems in the beginning, killed a bunch of our farmhands. We were able to get 'em to stop by makin' a deal" he explained.

Kenny glared "you KNEW about these people" he asked his tone laced with anger. The short one, Danny, looked at him "food for protection. Not like we had much of a choice, but they did stop hasslin' us"

Larry growled "god dammit! Carley said this place was locked up tight!!" He grumbled. Lee sighed "maybe it isn't as safe here as we thought" he said.

"We're story! We've never had them screw with us like this! Not since we started givin' 'em food! Listen, we may have had an agreement with those people, but we will NOT stand for this shit!" Andy stated. Danny glared at the floor "ain't no way we're letting those sons o' bitches get away with this!"

Kenny glared again "you know where these assholes are?" He asked. Danny shrugged "they're hard to pin down but I think I know where at least ONE of their camps are. When you're ready to go scope out that bandit camp, come find us" he said.

The two walked away "this is just...wild" Pip said watching them, Pip walked over to Lee "you're okay though, right? No bites, any wounds?" She tilted her head.

Lee chuckled at her concern "unless you count scraping your knee as a wound, I'm okay" he said.

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A/n: it’s been 15 days I need to be more consistent💀, I need to write Carley and Pip interacting more like...they're sisters...idk...hope you enjoyed!

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXIII "Refusal"

Chapter XXIV ''The burden of decision''

She may have been under a lot of stress lately, but this time it was different. Not so much as she was afraid that someone would attack her after what happened right after the execution, but she was... Sad, devastated. She hoped that she could bring justice to this city, teach what it is, but she failed. At first she wanted to run away, but she quickly pulled herself together enough to realize that she couldn't give up. If she gives up on Meereen now, she might as well not go to Westeros, because an even worse problems await her there.

She couldn't sit still. Her friends were with her in her chambers, they were all silent, it seemed that they themselves had not expected such a reaction from the crowd. She wanted to bring two social groups closer together, but she divided them even further.

"Don't worry, Your Grace. We'll all keep watch tonight, no one will come in here." Ser Barristan assured her. She continued to pace around her chambers, clasping her hands in front of her and curling her fingers, an obvious sign that she was stressed.

"Not even a mouse can slip through without our knowledge. If there are any mice here at all." Daario said, standing in front of her and gently grabbing the sides of her arms so that she would finally stop wandering around the room.

She wasn't afraid that someone would attack her. People are intelligent enough not to try to attack the pyramid, although... Who knows, maybe they will soon decide to rebel against her, since they have already started throwing stones and knives at her.

As for that knife... Daario took it, it looked just like the one found with that Son of the Harpy. It became obvious that she was ultimately the one they were hunting. Or they want to scare her, that was the second option.

"Leave, come back later." she replied, gently removing his hands from her shoulders and forcing a small smile. She doesn't want to sleep alone tonight, that's for sure. If she manages to fall asleep at all tonight, it will definitely be in someone's arms. "Everyone leave, leave me alone." she added, but she gave ser Arthur a look that meant she wanted to talk to him privately.

Ser Barristan, Missandei, Grey Worm and Daario left the room, leaving them alone.

"Have I made a mistake?" she asked directly, pulling chair away from the table and sitting on it. She pulled up her dress slightly to see the bruise they had caused on her thigh with that stone.

"It depends on point of view." he replied, walking up and stopping only at the table where she was sitting. "If you wanted to be a queen loved by everyone, then yes. It was known that the people of Meereen would react badly to such a public execution and will not forget it for a long time." she lowered her dress and sighed quietly, lowering her eyes resignedly. "But if you care more about being fair than blindly loved, then it was a good decision."

"Someone once told me that being loved and being a ruler for a long time do not go hand in hand, that people can only be controlled by fear."

She had heard this once, surprisingly, from Tywin Lannister when he came to her history lesson with the new teacher. This was shortly after she tricked Jaime into murdering the septa. After the punishment she received for this, she was scared as hell, she didn't even think about ever disobeying again and politely learned what she was told - with a small exception: she did not abandon her learning of Valyrian and reading books alone in the evenings.

Lord Tywin himself came to them for one of their lessons about rulers. He soon sent the teacher away and taught her that day himself, adding his opinions to the individual kings. Among other things, they died quickly or were used because they were too kind. He did not fully approve of the techniques of, for example, Maegor the Cruel, but he admitted that people could only be ruled by fear.

"It's an old, well-trodden path that's easy to follow." Arthur pulled out a chair and sat down across from her, gently grabbing her hand as she held it on the table. "But you are different and like challenges, like your father. People feared him as a warrior, but loved him as a human being. He didn't pretend to be anyone, he was real, good by nature, but at the same time fair. People followed him because they believed in him, just like they follow you. You may be continuing to achieve the goal your aunt set, but people have come to believe that you can achieve it. The former slaves of Meereen believed in your words and, at your persuasion, turned against their Masters because they decided to trust that you would be the better choice. True, it looked like they wanted to stone you today... But they're not used to justice, you know that. They need time, they need to understand. They associate punishments only with their former Masters, who punished them severely for any crime. You made a new law, they may have thought at first that maybe you were too good to enforce it, but they will learn that a good ruler must be fair. And that's why they will appreciate you, just as everyone in Westeros will appreciate you, because they have never had a ruler who treated everyone equally. They did not have a ruler who would spend his days listening to the complaints of his subjects, both rich and poor, and helping them." he smiled at her, squeezing her hand a little tighter. "They'll give you a chance, and once they get to know you, they'll believe in you, just like we all believe in you, just like I believe in you."

"Thank you." she smiled back and placed her other hand on his. She was moved by his words, and they improved her well-being and boosted her self-confidence.

* * *

She remained in the pyramid for a few days for her own safety, and during this time she reassured herself that she had done the right thing. People didn't seem so agitated anymore, and she hadn't been informed of any further attacks of the Sons of the Harpy, so things were slowly starting to look good.

"Is the city really that calm and quiet or does it just look that way from here?" she said, hearing Ser Barristan behind her, at the doors to the balcony. Laughter answered her. "What? Does it sound funny, peace in Meereen?"

"I remembered all the times your father forced me to leave the Red Keep and walk around the King's Landing."

"Why did he do that?" she asked, turning to Barristan, her back against the balcony railing.

"He liked being among people. He liked to sing to them." sing?

"Wait... He sang to them?" she asked, as if to make sure she hadn't misheard.

She liked to hear first-hand stories about her father. It made her feel like she knew him, even if he died before she was born. Besides, now she didn't just look at him through what he had done, kidnapped Lyanna Stark. Bad deeds do not erase good deeds and vice versa. She truly believed that he was ultimately a good man, but it only made it harder for her to understand how he could do such a thing... He must have expected it to start a war.

"Yes." this time it was her turn to laugh. She waited to see what else Ser Barristan had to say to her. "Rhaegar would find a place somewhere on Hook or Seed Street and sing like other minstrels."

"And you? Did you sing with him?"

"Oh no, Your Grace, I was not made for this." he laughed briefly. "I made sure no one killed him. And I collected money." this second sentence surprised her, she didn't even notice when her mouth opened in surprise. "What? He wanted to see how much he could earn."

"So... He was good? Since people paid him."

I wonder if I could sing something too... It's so nice to finally think about something other than this city.

"He was very good. They don't write such things about princes in books."

"I was told about him in rather negative terms." she admitted. But that was because she was his daughter, no one wanted her to look up to him or be a role model for her in any way. "But I once read that he was good at... killing people. And I read about the tournament at Harrenhal, where he even defeated even ser Arthur."

"Rhaegar never liked killing. But he loved singing."

She looked down a bit, thinking about all this. The heir to the throne, a knight who knew how to fight, but did not like to do it, preferring to go among people and sing to them. She found a bit of herself in it. She didn't want the throne, she started thinking about it seriously after Daenerys' death. She felt she owed it to her, and only later did she begin to believe that this might actually be her destiny. She knew she was still young and inexperienced, but for now she was doing well, the rest will come with age. She felt she had already learned a lot, especially compared to herself in Astapor. And this is not the end of her journey.

"What did you do with the money?" she asked, after a long moment of silence.

"Well, he gave it to another minstrel on the street once. Another time he gave them to the Flea Bottom orphanage. And another time... We got terribly drunk." she laughed at the latter, imagining a drunken ser Barristan and her father in the same state. She wondered what the other members of the Kingsguard said about this.

I'll have to ask Ser Arthur about that...

"Your Grace." Daario appeared in the second door to the balcony. "Hizdahr has come, he is waiting for an audience."

The smile immediately disappeared from her face a little at the thought of another fight with Hizdahr. This man is like a boomerang, he always comes back.

"How many others are waiting for an audience?"

"Fifty? Maybe a hundred? I didn't count." he guessed. Well, it's still less than three hundred.

"Will you join us, ser Barristan?"

"I think I can protect you from Hizdahr zo Loraq myself." Daario interjected, apparently he hoped that today he would have her to himself. She smiled slightly at this, she even liked how jealous he was sometimes.

"I can defend myself against him." she replied, bouncing off the balcony railing and directing her steps towards the interior of the chamber. "Then go, Ser Barristan. See what the people in the city need and maybe sing one song for me, okay?" she asked, passing him in the doorway.

"Your Grace." he bowed to her and left, leaving her alone with Daario for a moment.

"So let's not waste time, let's see what Hizdahr has to tell me today, history should give him the nickname 'obtrusive'." Daario chuckled at this statement, but he completely agreed with it. He followed her as she left the chamber and headed for the audience hall. Hizdahr was already there waiting for her, she passed him, climbed the stairs and sat down in her seat. "Has he been waiting here long?" she said to Ser Arthur, who had been in this chamber all this time.

"His perseverance is admirable."

She sighed softly and gestured to Hizdahr that he could come closer. He did it immediately and started talking, bringing up the topic of fighting pits again...

"Every men must die, but not everyone can die in glory."

"Glory?" she repeated after him, raising an eyebrow. She saw nothing glorious in arena fighting.

"And why do men fight? Why did your ancestors cross the Narrow Sea and conquer Westeros? So that their name will survive, so that history will remember them. Those who fight in the arenas will never become kings, but their name will live on. This is their best chance."

"My ancestors crossed the Narrow Sea to escape doom of Old Valyria. And I am fighting to make the world a better place." there was silence between them for a moment. She had to try to reason with him and convince him, otherwise he will never stop coming here... "I understand your point of view, but I have some doubts... Do you really remember those who once triumphed in the arenas, or did you just convince them that people will remember them?"

"People remember their favorites." she didn't want to believe it... She didn't believe that they could remember slaves fighting in arenas the way the best knights are remembered in the Seven Kingdoms, but perhaps this is just another proof that she doesn't understand their culture and doesn't fit here... She should stabilize the situation in Meereen as soon as possible and go to Westeros. "Your Grace, the fighting season should begin today, it's tradition."

"I have already told you many times that I do not recognize this tradition."

"Traditions are the only thing that unites every city, your city." he emphasized. "They are the only thing that connects former slaves and former Masters. Without them, we only have mutual resentments and lack of trust."

"You earned this for yourself." she remarked, which he didn't like very much. After all, he only cared about the well-being of Meereen.

"I'm not promising you this will be the solution to all your problems in Meereen, but it would be a good start." he said, not referring in any way to her words.

"Good? Let people murder each other?"

"Only those willing will fight."

"People should have another opportunity to provide themselves with a better life than fighting in arenas. Find another tradition in which no one dies unnecessarily." she was about to send him away when he asked a question that caught her interest.

"My Queen, are there no tournaments in the lands you come from? Are they so different from fighting pits?"

"Knights don't fight to death." she pointed out. Although she has not been to any tournaments, she has read about them from time to time. She could let them do something like that, but she knew that they would somehow turn it into a murder rather than a simple fight. Moreover, tournaments were held on a special occasion, not periodically.

"But accidents happen." she didn't answer that, she just looked at him. In her eyes there were many differences between the two events, differences that perhaps Hizdahr did not see because he did not know enough.

She had already thought about what she wanted to say and was about to start arguing with him, but she thought she heard... Bells?

"Do you hear that?" she asked and stood up from her seat. She ran down the stairs and went out to the balcony, where the tolling bells could clearly be heard. "Check what's going on." she ordered Daario, who immediately ran to the stairs leading to the bottom of the pyramid.

I have a bad feeling about this...

* * *

She would like to be wrong someday with her premonitions. She had talked to him this morning, laughed with him, seen him laugh, and now ser Barristan Selmy was dead. By the candlelight and the moon entering the pyramid, she looked at his body and would have liked to be left alone, but meanwhile she heard footsteps behind her.

"Your Grace..." I will hear that annoying Hizdahr's voice again, and... "I'm sorry."

Are you sorry? She doesn't believe he feels sorry for her. Or is he responsible for this, for another attack of the Sons of the Harpy? Ser Barristan is dead, the Unsullied squad is dead, and Grey Worm barely escaped with his life.

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here." she said, not taking her eyes off the body. "He was one of the best knights who ever lived. And a loyal friend... And he was slaughtered in an alley by those cowards hiding behind the masks."

"We can retreat to the pyramid district, secure it and make it our base. Then we will start cleaning up the city, street by street, region by region, until these rats have nowhere to hide." Daario said, walking around the stone platform where the corpse lay. He stood next to her and discreetly placed his hand on hers, wanting to comfort her. She closed her eyes for a moment so that the tears wouldn't flow.

"No." she replied, immediately opening her eyes and turning to Hizdahr. "Gūrogon zirȳla." she ordered the Unsullied, who immediately grabbed Hizdahr from both sides. "Take as many soldiers as you need and lock up the heads of every great house of Meereen in the dungeons." she ordered Daario. She nodded to the soldiers to take Hizdahr to the dungeons.

"But Your Grace... I have nothing to do with it! I swear!" he shouted.

Afterwards, Daario left the room and immediately began his task. Visenya was left alone with ser Arthur, who wished he could say something to ease her sadness. He could see she was holding back tears. Even though he himself had lost a friend with whom he shared many memories, he wasn't the one who needed comfort.

"He died defending others. No matter where, he did what any true knight would do."

"If it weren't for him, I would never have even considered escaping King's Landing. And now he's dead...!" she closed her eyes, but she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, not when they were alone. "What's the point of all this if I can't protect those I care about?" finally, tears flowed freely down her face, dripped onto her clothes, onto the floor, she didn't even try to wipe them off her cheeks.

She owed much to Ser Barristan, most notably for her escape from King's Landing, and then for saving her from death at Roran's hand. If it weren't for him, she would never have left her prison and remained a docile Maegelle for the rest of her life. Additionally, she felt guilty because she was the one who told him to go to town and sing something for her...

He won't say anything more. Never.

"People die for those they love." she heard these words once again in her life. She first heard it from Selaria before she ran to distract the guards in King's Landing so she could escape. She said that it was not the first and not the last time that someone would give his life for her, and would do it of his own free will because he loved her and believed in her. It's not her fault, she's not all powerful.

"It's unfair..." she replied.

After all, she was still very young, almost a child with a huge burden on her shoulders, he could see it. She coped as best she could, even though sometimes she seemed too good for this world. She usually didn't suppress her emotions - especially sadness - which was unique in this world where everyone was faking something. She was human, which is why people followed her so easily. She wasn't self-assured, she didn't disdain advices when she was lost and didn't know what to do.

He sees when she is afraid, but his role is to help her overcome that fear, not to distract her from it. She had repeatedly expressed her doubts about his suitability to be the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, but he knew she was capable of it. Soon she will find herself in her role and stop having so many doubts, after all, she already made decisions quite confidently, and before she knows it, she will grow into a woman truly worthy of her name.

But for now, she had to let the sadness come and go once she got it all out. What he didn't expect was that she would suddenly turn around without a word and hug to him. Burying her face in her hands, she rested her head on his chest. It was the first time she had come close to him in such an intimate way.

Sure, there were times when he grabbed her waist or hips, but it was always to protect her from danger, drag her away, it was never an intimate, friendly gesture. And initiated by her.

And now her tears were streaming down his leather shirt and he didn't know what to do. At first he was surprised. Not that he was never hugged by a woman - for example his sister - but she was not an ordinary woman, but a person in whom he saw the future of this world, for whom he would give his life, the daughter of his best friend and the last member of a great dynasty.

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly placed one hand on her back, stroking it lightly, and placed the other on her head, combing her hair soothingly. He let her cry all her tears on his chest, soon even resting his chin lightly on the top of her head.

He felt like he was hugging his own daughter that he never had.

And she? She loved him with a kind of love she couldn't define. It definitely wasn't the same as she felt towards Daario. Perhaps she loved him as a daughter loves her father? He was certainly the closest thing she had to the father she never had, but was that it? Or maybe love for a friend who is with you through thick and thin?

It doesn't matter what kind of love it is. She would give a lot to be sure that she would have him with her for the rest of her days. ~

-> Chapter XXV ''Lost and admiration'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[ashboy-3]

It's Snowing!? In California

Written for Danny May 2023 Day 3 Prompt: Blizzard Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, OC's Words: 1193 Summary: It's Danny's Sophmore year of college! He's finally living in his own apartment with his friend from freshman year. So why is their a blizzard in California?

Danny blames global warming.

“I can not believe that it is snowing! In California of all places,” James, a young man with brown hair and brown eyes dressed in baggy blue jeans with a baggy hoodie complained as he rolled on Danny’s bed.

“It’s not that bad,” Danny rolled his eyes at his over-dramatic friend.

“Says you! I was raised in the heat! I bet you were surrounded by snow all your life! Huh is this what a blizzard is like?” James asked.

“Please this is nothing like a blizzard,” Laura rolled her eyes.

“All of you are against me!” James complained.

“James I was born and raised in Illinois. We had snow but nothing like a blizzard. Me and the cold get along is all,” Danny gave his two friends a smile.

“Don’t tell me you have an Elsa complex,” Parker rolled their eyes at their weird and strange roommate.

“No, I don't have an Elsa complex. I just have a thing with the cold. I don’t do too well in the heat, which is weird considering where I decided to go to college, but they have a good science program,” Danny shrugged.

“I’ll learn something about you one day,” James complained, wrapping himself up in Danny’s blankets. “It’s too cold to even leave.”

“I would offer you to stay, but I have a video call to make,” Danny said sadly, pointing to his door.

“Oh! You got yourself a girlfriend?” James asked, looking over Danny’s shoulder at his computer screen.

“No! Just my old friends from high school. We plan ahead so we can all talk at the same time,” Danny explained, a blush forming on his face.

“Just leave. You know how he is about his privacy. This is the first time I’m actually going to be here for one of his calls and it’s only because they canceled my practice,” Parker groaned.

“Alright we’re leaving,” Laura agreed, grabbing James by the collar, and easily dragging him out, only to stop at the door. “Uh dudes, I think that your door is blocked,” Laura said, trying to open the door.

“Here let me try,” Parker said, failing to open the door. “Okay let me check the weather.”

“Are you sure you can’t get the door opened?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, it really is a blizzard out there. It’s snowing hard,” Parker said, showing the weather forecast to his friends.

“Guess we can let them crash here for the night,” Danny sighed as his phone beeped. “But I do have to make this call,” Danny grabbed his headphones, opening the app on his desktop.

“At least let us meet your high school friends,” James asked, with hope in his eyes.

“Sure, I'll introduce you. Just let me talk to them first real quick,” Danny promised as two faces appeared on his computer.

“Hey, ghost boy!” Sam greeted a smile on her face.

“Theirs Mr. Spooky! Took you long enough dude,” Tucker smiled.

“Hey, guys! I got some friends here that want to meet you,” Danny pointed to the three people behind him.

“They don’t know about all your craziness do they?” Sam asked.

“No, and I would like to keep it that way.”

“Of course great one,” Tucker smiled as Danny blushed red.

“Will you two ever let me live that down?” 

“Sorry, but nothing compares to a boy and his yeti,” Sam smiled.

“Now will you please let us meet your friends,” James was shaking Danny?

“Alright alright,” Danny agreed, taking his headphones out and turning his speakers on.

“Sam Tucker this is Parker, my roommate, James, and his girlfriend Laura. Guys these are my friends from high school Sam and Tucker.

“That’s all we are Danny? Just friends from high school?” Sam asked, a fake pout on her lips.

“We dated for a year,” Danny admitted as Sam laughed.

“I remember those times. Everything was so much easier then,” Tucker smiled as he tapped away.

“So why is everyone over at your place?” Sam asked, ignoring the shocked faces of Danny’s new friends.

“Apparently there's a blizzard going on outside and our door got frozen,” Danny shrugged as his two friends started to laugh.

“Are you two okay?” Parker asked.

“Sorry, it’s just real life Elsa here is being stopped by the cold for once in his life!” Tucker was dying of laughter now.

“Hey, it's not funny!” Danny yelled at them.

“Will be when I tell Ember and Dora about it,” Sam smirked.

“Don’t you dare tell Flame face,” Danny glared as his friends looked at him surprised.

“So who’s Dora and Ember?” Laura asked.

“Two really good friends of Danny. They don’t get to see each other often but he and Ember get along like a house on fire. I pray that you never see the two in a room together,” Tucker elaborated.

“How about you tell us what’s so funny about Danny and the cold?” Laura asked as Sam narrowed her eyes.

“Nice try but we don’t give away Danny’s secrets that easily,” Sam said, a dark look in her eyes.

“Hey she didn’t mean anything by it,” James was quick to defend his girlfriend.

“Sam, chill out. I don’t need you to be all protective of me. I can take care of myself,” Danny told her, hoping Laura and James can see the apology within his eyes.

“I’ve never seen you take care of yourself in the last six years so excuse me if I’m rightfully worried.”

“Sam, I've been doing better. I promise,” Danny gave her a happy smile.

“Sorry dude I have to agree with Sam on this. We’ll be the judge of that when we get the results of your next exams,” Tucker said as Danny looked defeated.

“You two have zero faith in me,” Danny hung his head low, missing the look that his new friends were giving each other.

“Hey Danny’s college friends it was nice to meet you but we have a game to get to,” Sam was quick to say as Danny was reminded why he was on call in the first place. Putting his headphones back in he booted up doom as the three began to play, ignoring the conversation going on behind him.

“Well that conversation worried me,” Parker said, looking at their roommate.

“I have a feeling his friends are too overprotective over him for a reason,” James said, rubbing his arms to stop the uncomfortable feelings coming his way.

“He’s happy now and if he was in any real danger we know that he’s being looked after. I know you're both worried about him but there's nothing we can do until he lets us in. Let’s just enjoy this night and maybe talk to him some more,” Laura smiled as they got out a deck of cards to play.

Eventually, Danny’s call ended and he stayed up with his friends playing games with them before they all passed out, the next day when Danny tried to leave for his morning run he was happy to discover that the door was no longer frozen shut.

“The snow is beautiful today,” Danny smiled, walking fully outside, closing the door behind him.

[appsartstash]

OC-tober Day 15: Meme

And we're back! I had a hard time deciding what I wanted to do for this prompt (and didn't really want to draw over a meme), so I ended up doing two things. The image is one, but there's also a bunch of incorrect quotes (mostly pulled from this generator) under the cut with these same characters. I'm also gonna list who's who below, so the quotes make a bit more sense.

So the characters are:

Megan (gray, furthest to the top) Jayden (purple, on the left line) Envy (green, just under Jayden) Corey (pink, left-most on the bottom line) Drew (blue-gray, right of Corey) Apollo (blue, right of Drew) Shatter (orange, furthest to the right) Eris (yellow, just left of Shatter)

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Shatter: Drew, I need you to swear- Drew: Fuck. Shatter: Shatter: I need you to promise-

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Envy: But what about Drew? Jayden: Don't worry about them. Jayden: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

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Apollo: Where are you going? Drew: Hell, eventually.

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Envy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Shatter: How can you still say that? Envy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Shatter: I hope you have an explanation for this. Megan: We have three actually- Corey: Pick your favorite.

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Eris: What does “take out” mean? Megan: Food. Jayden: Dating. Corey: Murder. Drew: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

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Envy: I lost Megan. Apollo: How did you LOSE Megan?! Envy: To be fair, she is very small.

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Drew: Boy's haunted. Shatter: Wha- What? Drew, pointing at Jayden: Boy's haunted.

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Envy: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Megan and Drew's convo? Apollo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Corey: I'm in the washing machine. Jayden: I'm in the closet. Apollo: We accept you Jayden. <3 Jayden: No, I'm literally in the closet. Apollo: Love is love. <3

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Eris: We all have our demons. Jayden, grabbing Drew: This one’s mine!

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Drew: I failed my safety training course today. Envy: Why, what happened? Drew: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Envy: And? Drew: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

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Envy: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Corey: No. Jayden: I did not. Drew: I may have actually forgotten one. Eris: Also no. Envy: Oh good, neither did I. Shatter: *Exhausted sigh*

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Corey: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Eris: ...We're on the ground floor. Corey: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

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Jayden: Truth or dare? Drew: Truth. Jayden: How many hours have you slept this week? Drew: Drew: Dare. Jayden: Go to sleep. Drew: I don't like this game.

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Megan: Apollo won’t come out of his room! Envy: Just tell him I said something. Megan: Like what? Envy: Anything factually incorrect. Megan, shrugging: If you say so. Apollo, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Jayden: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby. Shatter: What baby? Jayden, crying a bit: Me.

[ruvviks]

for the ask game. :)

🤥 + 📖

thank you so much!!! i'll answer these for cato and eddie because i wanna talk about them >:D

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

cato is an excellent liar but she pretends that she's not >:] comes in very handy because people think they know she sucks at lying but in reality she's AMAZING at it so it works even better now and nobody will suspect a thing <3

only her closest friends know about this which makes them a bit more wary sometimes but cato is still good enough for them to believe her, but she also just. rarely lies to her friends actually. if she Does then it's usually about something silly. she likes lying to strangers though it's one of her favorite pastimes

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favorite genre?

cato mostly reads comic books! she doesn't like reading all that much so she enjoys having pictures to look at :D she also likes short stories and mainly likes horror when it comes to a genre

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

eddie isn't Great at lying but he also doesn't Suck at it. he's mainly just very good at smaller lies but as soon as it's more Serious he's suddenly struggling a lot more which is understandable honestly SGJDHGDFJ it's why he doesn't do a lot of undercover jobs for vitali <3

he mainly gets very nervous when he has to lie so people can very easily catch on to it by looking at his body language. he also sometimes starts stumbling over his own words and it all tends to get worse the longer he has to lie

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favorite genre?

eddie will read pretty much anything tbh as long as he can get lost in the story. he reads a lot between jobs or when waiting on something or someone and really needs the story to help pass the time <3 as soon as his brain zooms out he'll drop a book and pick up a new one

oc asks!

[ambria]

Take Yo Man // Marauders

play ‘Take Yo Man’ by city girls <3

paring: marauders x reader (minus peter. his rat ass doesn’t exist) oc x reader (platonic)

warnings: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. I don’t really know what else.

a/n: STRAIGHT CRACK FICCCCCC! I LITERALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS IN THE SHOWER BLASTING THIS SONG. this song is a bop...change my mind.

This is not proofread—

Hanging out with the infamous marauders weren’t an uncommon thing.

If anything you were considered one. Well let’s say a honorary member because all the boys have massive crushes on you.

I mean could you really blame them?

Your long [h/c] hair, and gorgeous [e/c] eyes. They couldn’t get enough.

You were oblivious at times but even you knew that the boys liked you. In fact the whole school knew. It wasn’t an unknown thing.

And you used the fact to your advantage.

It’s not like you were using them and playing with their feelings, you weren’t. you had liked them for a while now too but didn’t know how to go about it so you just stuck with teasing them.

The obvious flirting and the lingering stares and the warm touches happened all the time.

Everyone assumed you guys would start some type of relationship soon.

And you weren’t opposed to the idea of dating them. In fact it was quite the fantasy you had at night, in your dreams, and anytime you spaced out.

You’d think of all the lovey dovey stuff you could all do together. And the sex....THE SEX?!

it would be amazing. But you kept those thoughts to yourself for now.

Back to the teasing part, that’s how you ended up in the situation your in right now.

The boys dorm room was a common place for your weekly hangouts if not in the common room.

Today we decided to chill and listen to some music.

You all were in a circle with you being in between Sirius’ legs with your back against his chest. Remus being on his left back against the foot of one of the boys bed. James siting on the group leaning on a chair. And your best friend, Leila, sitting across from you.

You guys weren’t talking about anything important really. The topic of school came up and everyone would add a comment every now and then, with the music playing in the background filling the silence.

When all of a sudden a familiar beat starts playing as the next song starts, as soon as you hear it your head snaps up so fast to look at your best friend sitting across from you, both of you wide eyed, huge smiles break out on your faces while the boys look at you both, confusion written all across their faces.

You both jump up fast and rush to the music player, turning it up. Then you find your wand and cast a silencing charm so you wouldn’t disrupt any other students.

“What are you guys doing?” The question comes from the Potter boy. You slowly turn around and smirk at him,

“You’ll see.” Is all the boy gets as you guys restart the song. Leila restarts the song.

“ITS THE CITY GIRLS, AND YOU KNOW WE’LL OUT FUCK YOU SO GET OUT MY FACE BEFORE I TOUCH YOU! HOE DONT YOU KNOW CANT YOU UNDERSTAND?! IF YOU FUCK WITH ME ILL TAKE YO MAN!”

All of the boys eyes go wide and mouths go ajar,

“BITCH YOU KNOW ILL TAKE YO MAN HOE! DONT PLAY WITH ME!”

You jump in the closest boys face, who happens to be Sirius,

“I—” he starts to say, but you place a finger over his mouth to shush him.

“Let me tell you 'bout this hater from around my hood. Kept trying a bitch like my pussy ain't good. See this bitch ain't like me and I don't know why. But I'ma give her a reason when I take her guy!”

You and Leila grab hands and climbs on Remus’ bed to start jumping. You guys continue this as the songs goes on.

You suddenly jump down and walk over to James the crouch down to his level, as he is sitting on the floor,

“Pussy hoe, where your man at? So, I can fuck him in his mouth, in your house where he laying at!!”

You pat his check. Then you look over to the other two to see they all had pillows over their laps. You start laughing hard.

Leila grabs you hand and heads to the door to leave, once you both leave the song is still playing. All while you and Leila are still singing on the way to your dorm.

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This sucked. But it was fun writing 😭😭😭

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

Tag list: @lovebuginlove @calamell​ @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @f4ncyvelvet @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove @myexoobsession  @geniusloey @blahblahblah-boo

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PARAPHILIA masterlist | General masterlist

(Artifical love will forever be that bitch! Also the way he pushes his jaw to the front, and breathing heavily like that 🥵🥵)

Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting  and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room,  you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away.  By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank. 

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah...  I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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