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ragatba tries to flirt with pomni but pomni is, unfortunately, oblivious .. the two girlfsils girlfailing so badni love them
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So now that we know the marriage market/schemes of the ton are not Benedictâs cup of tea & he spends the better part of s3 running away from debutantes who want to marry him⊠I need Sophie (or whoever is going to be his love interest in his season) to be the incarnation of the word no. I need this lovely lady to be absolutely uninterested in this jokester puppy of a Bridgerton so that he HE has to run after HER. And sheâs just like no thanks & completely uninterested & pragmatic/down-to-earth all the time until he likeâŠcries & begs her to marry her I guess?
#bonus if she has like a clear life goal that she is working towards achieving all the time bc honestly I need someone who has their shit#together for Benedict bc I feel like this loser is just floating through society without any plans whatsoever and itâs getting annoying#we donât even see him draw as a background scene and not even a throwaway line said abt one of his sketches or smth?????#I really LIKED Benedict as an artist in s1 & 2 and NOW heâs just whoring around???? I am so confused by you puppy boy WHAT DO YOU WANT WHERE#DID ALL OF YOUR HOBBIES AND PASSIONS GO#but. like. on another note he did a rly good job hanging out *cough cough* with that widow bc I could tell sheâs a badass so I canât really#fault him for that one. but WHERE SRE HIS HOBBIES#which is also why I wouldnât mind making his love interest older than him? bc maybe with an older women we can get someone who knows what#they want & who can give him a bit of direction in life????#benedict bridgerton#bridgerton#ignore me pls Iâm just rambling and saving my thoughts here on tumblr so I can go back to them and see whether or not my predictions/wishes#came true:)#minee
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Met a really cute chick the other day and she's been texting me all day and seems genuinely interested in what I'm saying and I think she's fun to talk to and I might puke. If I don't see her again in the meantime, I might invite her to go to pride with me on the 22nd or whenever it even is. Still puking, tho
#like. she has a 4 year old. that's the weirdest thing for me thus far.#but she's in the age range i usually end up going for (a little under a decade older than me)#and she seems cool and we have a lot of the same interests and she's tall and very pretty#I'm just waiting to fuck it up#i can be chill around men i find attractive. but not so much women. i always end up looking like an idiot.#and pretty girls simply do not want a cringefail partner as much as they like to tweet about#like hello. didn't you say last tuesday that you want a poor little meow meow to love you? bc that me!#I'm just some pitiful little guy who can't catch a break but will spend their last dime making you feel special#watch me trip and fall over flat surfaces while i tell you how I'd kill a horde of men if it meant saving you from minor inconvenience#ugh. I'm a loser.#but i think being aware of that is the first step in becoming a loser in an endearing way and not just being an embarrassment to humanity
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you're my best friend | lewis hamilton [1/3]
social media au. black + actress!reader
summary â you and lewis have been the best of friends for years but the world thinks there might be something more. until.... (read part two here)
face claim â taylor russell
song â you are in love by taylor swift (taylor's version)
warnings â fluff (for now, more angst in the future lol), inconsistent timeline, lmk what else i missed
author's note â as always pls ignore the dates, time, likes, rts etc i really can't be bothered to change them đđ
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lewishamilton happy birthday to the girl who always puts the biggest smile on my face. i love you sweetheart.
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user1 the caption is so fucking insane lmfao
user2 show this post to someone who doesn't know who they are and i bet that person will most definitely that they're dating
user3 user2 ???? are friends not allowed to wish each other happy birthday now or did i miss something
user2 user3 not with that kind of caption no you don't lmfao
francolapinto happy birthday ynln !
ynln francolapinto thank you franco!! â€ïžâ€ïž
user4 they're just friends yall they've been friends for years pls
user2 user4 uh huh yeah sure jane
user5 user2 maybe don't speculate about real people's personal life??
user2 user5 can't i'm too nosy
user5 user2 ok yk what what's kinda valid
user6 thank god they're just friends actually cause otherwise the age gap would be insane
user7 user6 1) none of your business if they're dating or not 2) she's a grown 30 year old woman???? istg why can't yall just let ppl be happy
chappellroan happy birthday baddie
ynln chappellroan *totally not freaking out that my fave singer just wished my happy birthday* thank u queen!!
user8 ynln bestie that is SO real of u
ynln you're extra sappy today
lewishamilton ynln it's your birthday of course i'm sappy. i'm always sappy for you.
ynln lewishamilton loser
lewishamilton ynln just for you
user9 ynln lewishamilton i'm gonna jump off a cliff
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ynln i was lucky to have been there during your glory days, but i think i was even luckier to get to support you through one of the most difficult moments in your career and maybe even your life back in 2021 because i know that those dark days would not last forever. i hope you know that you deserve every bit of this win, my darling angel. i love you so much lewishamilton.
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user1 i feel so normal about this caption
user2 what kind of friends call each other sweetheart and my darling angel
user3 user2 ikr like atp they're def oblivious
user4 user3 or maybe they're just scared to confess bcs they don't want to ruin their friendship
user5 user2 there's no way that they're dating like have u guys seen his dating history? he likes older women (nicole, shakira). yn is only 30. maybe they really are just friends
user6 user5 yeah now that u mention her age...... kinda weird to ship them idk
user7 user6 girl she's a grown ass adult woman tf are u on about đđ
zendaya send my congrats to him â€ïžâ€ïž
ynln zendaya i will!!
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How would Perv!Stepbrother!König react to his younger stepsister getting into a relationship? He'd warned you about how sick and depraved some men can be, hoping that you'd keep yourself for him, a selfish and entitled decision he'd made.
König has known you for so long and you're all he craves, what he yearns for. You're the highlight of his day, what he fantasises about. He looks forward to coming home after a month long deployment, being enveloped by his beloved stepsister, to rut his growing bulge against your clothed cunt sneakily and quietly while you run your fingers through his tangled, knotted hair.
Do you think he purposely neglects himself, hoping that you'll see the effect your new relationship has on him? Does he create fake conversations and screenshots of your significant other cheating on you? Does he attempt to manipulate and coerce you into getting him off? He'll plead with you with his bottom lip quivering, forcing tears to stream his flushed cheeks, begging for a quick and sloppy blowjob. You already know that König is a social reject, that it's more than likely he'll never get into a lasting relationship with someone that actually cares for him. He needs something more than his own calloused and rough fist to get himself off, little mouse.
Perhaps he'll secretly record you as you suck him off, with those pretty soft lips wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft and your soft fingers fondling his heavy balls. It hurts him to do this, Mauschen. He warned you, and you should've known better than to get with that deranged, selfish asshole. He'll use these videos against you, blackmailing you into pleasuring him while being in a relationship with another man. He feels sick, but he knows what's best for you, Liebling.
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Dark!Stepbro!König x stepsis!reader
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation/coercion, blowjob, loser!König, non-con filming, implied cheating, faking proof, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k
âHow do you know heâs bad for me?!â you screamed back, eyes glazed with tears, slightly red and swollen. Both you and him have been going on and on about the same subject over the past week âsince he discovered from his friend that you started dating a boy he didnât know.
âI am your brother, MĂ€uschen.â
He was your brother. Well, stepbrother, to be precise, your father(he found him a nice man, fair and caring) had married his soft mother, and had given him a miracle in the form of you : his precious and innocent, little sister that heâd vowed to protect and cherish in all manners of way. in both reality and his filthy fantasy.
âBut you donât even know him!â you were always so very stubborn about having your way, something he loved and hated about you.
âI donât have to to know what a boy thinks, " he had no reason to raise his voice to you like you were doing, he was your older brother, the responsible one, âIâm trying to protect you-â
He couldnât finish his sentence before you stormed off, cheeks puffed and lips pouty. He watched you stomp up the stairs and lock yourself in your room with a loud slam. König sighed into his palms, running his fingers through his hair, feeling exasperated with you and your stubborn naivety about the world. You were just as hard-headed as he was, so he couldnât blame you completely. After all, youâd learned it from him.
But all he wanted was to protect you, the world was harsh, men and women cruel in their vain ways and selfish intent, and boys were the wort, their simple-minded thinking and mean intent would hurt you. Your generosity and affection would come back and bite you in the ass, break your big heart and shatter it in thousands of pieces. This boy you decided to date would leave him to pick up the pieces of your heart, to cradle it in his big palm and heal your aches.
König was your older brother, thatâs why he knew best. He knew that, it was written all over him, but you seemed to be oblivious to it. Heâll just have to show you that all you need was him.
It wasnât his fault that you were choking on his cock, nose buried in his musky pubes. He stank of days old sweat and oil and his skin and pubes crusty with old cum from when he jerked himself to completion in his room, watching pornstars that looked similar to you. It wasnât his fault that he was in such a state of disarray, dirty and broken. It was all yours and he told you as much as your head bobbed between his thighs, head forced down by a hard grip, his fingers curled up at the roots of your hair.
Your neglect and distancing had drove him to depression, your forgetfulness of his presence in your life left him scrambling for any crumbs of affection you still had left âthe ones you didnât offer the boy. It was as if youâd forgotten he existed, forgotten he slept right across from you, forgotten you showered in the same bathroom and forgotten you ate ate the same table. You had forgotten him. And it hurt him so much.
It drove him into a deep depression, a dark cloud invading his mind and hazing up everything: from his day to day life to his hobbies and passion. all he could do without feeling his heart break was jerk off at the thought of you in his sheets, back arched and squiring under him, crying out his name and cumming around his cock. It was all heâd ever wanted since he first met you, the little teenager who hid behind her father despite being just a few years younger than him.
âIâm sorry, MĂ€uschen,â he moaned, hips rutting upwards and deeper in your throat, âbut I warned you, didnât I? I told you he wasnât good for you.â
You gagged, throat clenching around him so tightly as you sputtered, adorable mewls and whines vibrating his throbbing girth. You looked so pretty like this, a sight he only dreamed of seeing, on your knees and crying around his cock. At first, he doubted you could take all of him, but youâd surprised him, watching his cock sink inch by inch in your warm and wet mouth, bulging the lining of your tight throat. He apologised for being so harsh, but he couldnât stop his hips from thrusting into you every time you tried to talk, your every word making him shudder and pulse.
It didnât help that you were so, so very adorable with red and swollen eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. It made his harder than any fantasy he ever came up with in his deranged mind, it brought him closer to the edge over and over without much effort, and he had to stop himself less he wanted to cum within the first seconds. The best thing was that he was the one who made you cry, his words and evidence rather than the boy. Well, he played a small part, but it was all him!
The pictures and the video evidence that he showed you from his computer, the pixelated colours that made up people and plants and building. He had shown you âproofâ of your boyfriendâs betrayal, pictures of him kissing a mystery woman, his tongue down her throat and his hands groping her like he wasnât a taken man. König knew it would drive the nail into the coffin of your relationship, you had crumbled in his arms, clinging to him in tearful apologies for not believing him and pushing him away. He held you and comforted you, promising that he wouldnât do that to you, that he was loyal to you, but you didnât know that he was somewhat proficient in photoshop and video editing, or that he had friends in the field. That was all right to him, what you didnât know wouldnât hurt you.
âI know. I know,â he cooed, his tone harsh despite his voice cracking and depraved appearance, âI love you. Do you love me?â
You nodded, cheek hollowing and eagerly sucking him off, eyes rolling back. And he nearly came right then and there. Good thing he had cameras set all around his room, one in each corner and a big camcorder in the hand that wasnât busy pushing you down his length.
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Heâs A Loser (Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader)
Y/N is Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshawâs little sister and heâs finally introduced her to the rest of Dagger Squad. What neither of them anticipated was them both have an instant attraction, despite Bradleyâs best efforts, the inevitable still happens.
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Warnings: swearing
The Hard Deck is overflowing with men and women in uniform, which is why you stick out like a sore thumb. Bradley told you to keep it casual, but how could you keep it casual when you were the only one not dressed in khaki. You toy with the hem of your blouse as you search the packed out bar for your brother and his aviator friends.
âHey, Y/N! Over here!â Bradley spotted you first, not that it was difficult with your attire. Laid back as usual, your brother lounges against the side of the snooker table, cue in hand and a big smile on his face. âEveryone, this is Y/N! Y/N this is Dagger!â Thereâs an exchange of âhellosâ and introductions as you greet Bradley with a hug. The only woman of the group, Phoenix, has been waiting for the day another female joins their social gatherings and welcomes you with open arms. Yet as you chat away, you can see your older sibling glaring daggers at the men of the group who have yet to find a distraction from your arrival.
âWell, well, wellâŠâ Bradley drops his head and sighs. âIf it isnât âBaby Bradshawâ. That voice automatically sends shivers down your spine, thereâs only one man that could cause that reaction in Bradley Bradshaw. Youâd been given the run down on the infamous âHangmanâ, with your brother warning you about his cocky ego. But when you turn to meet him yourself, you donât expect for him to be as handsome as he is. His uniform barely containing his toned arms. Meeting his eyes, you canât help but smile as you soak in the green of his gaze.
âAnd you must be Hangman?â You reach out a hand to shake, and it appears youâre not what he was expecting either as he trails his eyes over you before taking your hand in his. Now youâre not one for cliches but you could swear you feel a shock of electricity through his touch. When you meet his eyes again, it seems he felt the same.
âYes, maâam. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â Before you can respond, Bradley is shouldering his way between the two of you, his overprotective big brother personality shining through once again. âRooster?â
âWhat did I tell you Bagman? Hmm?â Hangman raises his hands in surrender and backs away. âThatâs what I thought.â
âBrad, what the fuck?â You can feel your anger simmering, you love your brother dearly but youâre a grown woman, you can stand up for and look after yourself.
âHeâs a loser. Donât even think about it.â
âI-â
âI said what I said, Y/N. Donât.â
It doesn't take long for your brother to drink enough to get distracted by pretty girls on the other side of the bar. Jake takes the opportunity to sneak a conversation with you beside the jukebox, a whisky in his hand and a smile on his face.
"So Baby Bradshaw..."
"Are you really going to keep calling me that... Hangman?" He chuckles at your retort.
"Would you prefer, Baby Girl, instead?" You flush at his words as you take your lower lip between your front teeth. It's not often that you find yourself at a loss for words, yet here Jake Seresin stands making you tongue-tied. "I'm taking that as a yes."
"You are such a flirt, Seresin." His eyebrow lifts as you use his surname. "You talk to all the girls like this?" He's never met a woman quite like you and it's safe to say that he's falling deep already.
"No, ma'am. Only the beautiful young lady who just so happens to be the baby sister of my dear old pal, Rooster." Whisky glass discarded, Jake's now empty hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. "And no one could ever compare to a woman like her."
"Oh you are smooth." Your hands trail up his chest, nails scraping against the material of his uniform. The feel of his heart hammering in his chest thumps against your palms. You don't dare let him go, wanting to soak in his touch for as long as you possibly can. "So are you going to kiss me or not Hangman?"
"Yes, ma'am."
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Okay, so I'm thinking of doing a Part 2 for this? I'd love to know what you guys think, so please let me know - I'm super excited to carry this one on but wanted to give you all a little taster first.
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Kinktober Day 13: Dirty Wrestling
Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Delinquent!Childhood Bully Friend!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, dirty wrestling, mean!tomboy!reader, tease!reader, sub!eddie/dom!reader, s-dere reader (think like a playful Wednesday Addams), pervy!eddie, featuring f-boy!steve, modern au, childhood bullying, misogynistic views of women by the hellfire members and steve, kissing, mentions of amazon position, mentions of protected sex, mentions of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, reader gets the last laugh
Summary: Eddie so desperately wants to get laid and seeks you out as an option. He gets more than what he bargained for when he finds out the hard truth why you donât stick your dick in crazy.
A/N: This was super fun and experimental and I donât care that it flops I love it đ„°
Eddie groggily trudges into the lunchroom, appearing more disheveled than usual. He plops down into his seat, the bickering amongst his peers ceases as they look at him with concern.
âEds, you look like shit.â Jeff says.
âYeah, what gives?â Gareth chimes in.
Eddie darts his eyes on each side before speaking. âCover your ears, little sheep.â
Dustin, Mike, and Lucas exchange confused looks. Impatient; Eddie waves a dismissive hand and they eventually obey grumbling about how stupid it is.
âGentlemen, I wantâno, noâŠI need to get laid. It is actually concerning,â Eddie begins, flexing his fingers in an open and shut fist. âThis handâŠsatisfies me no longer. I need to get my dick wet or I think I might go insane. Itâs gotten so bad to the point where this morning, I opted to ride a crowded bus instead of driving simply because I wanted to feel the warmth of a woman. As the kids say, âI am down horrendousâ.â
âMe too,â Gareth sighs in frustration. âI donât even care for penetration. I just want to be held.â
âBoy, Iâm sure lucky Iâve got a girlfriend to get laid whenever I want. I mean, wellâŠwhenever she wants,â Jeffâs smile slowly fades as he stares into space. âItâs been 3 weeks and counting but itâll be anytime before she comes asking. Aaaanytime.â
âI bet Iâd get some before Jeffy gets any again.â Gareth chuckles.
âNot before me.â Eddie challenges.
âAre you both making a bet on the basis of my suffering?â Jeff asks, nostrils fuming.
âYep, yeah, pretty much.â Eddie and Gareth say in unison.
âAnd how the hell are you two planning on doing that? Weâre lucky we even lost our virginities to begin with. Where the hell are you two going to find girls willing to sleep with you when you canât even look âem in the eyes?â Jeff inquires.
âMaybe I could direct you plebeians to a solution?â Dustin interjects, causing the three older boys to turn their attention his way. Heâs tapping the tips of his fingers together, a mischievous smirk on his face,
âNo offense, Henderson,â Eddie scoffs. âBut what the shit could you possibly help us with? Just last week, you thought the condoms in Steveâs bedroom were balloons.â
âObviously, Iâm referring you to him. He helped me build my confidence with the ladies,â Dustin trills in a dorky growl that causes everyone to cringe. âWouldnât have the guts to speak to my Suzie-poo if it werenât for him. If youâre looking to make some happy screams, heâs your guy.â
âNo way,â Eddie laughs. âIâm not some sorry loser taking a class on picking up chicks.â
âThatâs exactly what you are.â Lucas argues.
âAu contraire, Sinclair,â Eddie begs to differ. âWould a sorry loser shred âMaster of Puppetsâ on guitar after just a week of listening to the song?â
âYes, thatâs huge loser energy.â Mike answers.
âWe have a campaign to run in a week,â Dustin says. âIâd rather you two have the heads on your shoulders to be in the game and nothing otherwise.â
And pathetic as it is, Eddie and Gareth would soon find themselves in front of Steveâs dorm room. Dustin lays a few knocks on the door as the older pair internally ping-ponged between pessimistic embarrassment and optimistic desire.
Steve opens the door with a knowing smile. âWell, well, well boys. Iâd say Iâm surprised to see you but my loyal client here has informed me of your arrival,â He touches two fingers to his temple as if to concentrate his âpowersâ. âLemme guess, you both wish to consecrate with women.â
âIâŠthink you mean âconsummateâ.â Dustin corrects.
âThatâs what I said,â Steve snorts, throwing open his door and gesturing inside with a repeated swat of his hand. âCome on, letâs get this show on the road, Iâve got a date with twins. One at 8 and the other at 10.â
âTwins?â Gareth whisper-yell, shooting Eddie a look of excitement.
âYouâre bluffing.â Eddie dismisses.
âIf Iâm lying, Iâm crying,â Steve says before showing off his phone screen with a photo of the girls. âAnd you donât see any tears, do you?â
âTeach us your ways, oh, great Master.â Gareth says in awe.
âThatâs King to you. Have a seat and listen well, boys.â Steve instructs before sitting on the edge of his computer desk while three boys sit on a small sofa across from him. âFirst off, you gotta weigh out your options. If youâre in it for the long haul, then you can go for the girl that takes a lot of effort to get. These are usually the girls you mightâve been pining for, for a while. But since youâre looking for a quick nut, then youâll need to weigh out your feasible options. Gare Bear, whatcha got?â
âHelen from the drama club. Oh, and thereâs this cute barista at my local coffee shop thatâs been giving me the eye whenever I come by. She even puts a heart over the âiâ in my name.â Gareth says.
âYou donât have an âiâ in your name.â Eddie says, blinking in bewilderment.
âI know her!â Dustin exclaims. âMy mom does some light chatting with her here and there whenever she picks up her coffee. The âeyeâ youâre referring to is just an involuntary twitching of the eye from prolonged exposure to bright lights in the shop,â Dustin explains to Gareth who begins to slump in defeat. âB-but on the bright side, theyâve fixed those pesky lights recently so if sheâs giving you the eye, itâd be for real this time.â
âIâm pretty sure she puts an âiâ with a heart on everyoneâs coffee cups,â Steve adds. âCute girl but not the best speller.â
âYouâre not helping, buddy.â Dustin sing-songs, through gritted teeth.
âWhat about you, Munster? Whatâre your options?â Steve asks with an inquisitive rubbing of his chin.
Eddie searches his thoughts. âNo one.â
âYouâve gotta give me something to work with, fellas,â Steve sighs. âSomeoneâs gotta come to mind.â
âDude, what about that juvie chick? The one who lives in the same park as you,â Gareth suggests. âWasnât she like your childhood friend or something? Youâd be so in there!â
â(Name)?! Fuck no!â Eddie shouts. âShe wasnât my friend. She was my first bully.â
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Age 13
The first time heâd met you, you were both in cuffs at a police station. The two of you sat across from one another as you awaited to place a phone call to your guardians.
Suddenly you retrieved a hair pin from your mouth, clutching it firmly between your teeth as you brought your shackled hands up to your face and picked the lock. Not a moment later, you were free. Eddie could only watch on in awe as you stood up, the cops too busy to notice you.
âA little help here. I canât have my uncle see me in this place again.â Eddie whispered to you.
âOf course.â You said with a sweet smile before tossing the bobby pin at his feet. âGood luck.â
With a quick blow of a kiss, you strode away and Eddieâs expression morphed into bafflement and dismay.
âHey! I canât reach it!â Eddie shouted but youâd been long gone and heâs now alerted the police to your departure.
Age 14
Since then, he was sure heâd never see you again until he briefly attended an alternative school and ran into you again. The moment you saw him, you purposefully tripped him to the ground for âratting you outâ.
The torment only seemed to worsen once you began to actively seek his friendship because very few were brave enough to befriend you. Sometimes, youâd invite him over to your trailer home and heâd get a glimpse of exactly why you are the way you are. As you are the youngest and the only girl in the family of a workaholic father and 3 older brothers who were just as chaotic and malicious as you. Then came the day youâd make your âfriendshipâ official, when you all but cornered him in the boysâ locker room.
âMunson, Iâm looking for a best friend.â You nonchalantly asked, unfazed by the half-naked boys running amuck at your presence.
âAre you stupid? You canât be here! Youâll get in trouble.â Eddie chastised.
âWhat else is new?â You shrugged before taking his hand. âCome on, applications are open and I canât imagine being besties with anyone other than you.â
âW-what happened to the last guy?â He asks while recalling the last boy toy that youâve once dragged around the school.
âLetâs just say the âbestieâ slot opened up after my last one yelled at me in class. Heard he got visited by the men in white that very same day. Something about an anonymous person calling into a mental institution to report him for his aggression. Wonder who it couldâve been.â You ended with a feigned innocent look.
Eddie really wished he couldâve said ânoâ. But he couldnât dare end up like the last guy. Even as his peers from behind your view, mimed and charaded away gestures advising against itâ, Eddie reluctantly agreed. Thus began a whirlwind of a friendship filled with lots of delinquency and drama.
Age 15
Then by the grace of whatever, Eddie had been able to leave the alternative school and attend Hawkins High after teachers cited an improvement in his performance in his classes. He was finally going to be free.
âIt really sucks to see you go. Youâre probably going to be so lost without me. If youâd like I could create a distraction thatâll allow us to stay together.â
âNo!â Eddie yells then immediately adjusts his tone. âI meanâŠno. Itâs probably for the best that I go to a boring old public school. We had good times but, alas, we must part. I could only hope that weâll meet again someday.â
âWell, you may be going to a different school but we can still hang out afterschool. We live in the same place after all.â You beamed.
âIâm moving,â Eddie quickly lied. âPossibly very far away. To a remote area thatâs so far, there isnât even an address you can call in to or send me letters or anything.â
âDamn, sounds like my last juvie center. Iâll be wishing for the day we meet again, bestie.â And with that you gave him a crushing hug.
It was a shitty thing to do. Lying to a supposed âfriendâ. He knew. But what else could he have done? You were a lot and sometimes quite the nightmare. Heâd have died an early death messing around with you. Ever since then, he avoided you at all costs, making sure to never cross paths with you again. Heâd done so successfully for about 3-4 years. Hell, youâve probably forgotten about him.
If heâs that luckyâŠ
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âShe made me take the fall for a lot of things she did, treated me like a lapdog, made me get into situations where I couldâve diedâ you know, she once tied me to a tree and left me there for an hour. I had to break out of it on my own only to find out that sheâd been only a couple feet away, timing my escape. Last I heard, she hasnât changed.â
âYeah, but have you seen her as of late? Sheâs fucking hot. Iâd thank her if she were to spit on me.â Gareth says dreamily while Dustin furrows his brows in disgust.
âThen why donât you try your luck with her instead?â Eddie asks.
âBecause sheâs clearly into you.â Gareth retorts.
âIâd advise neither of you two to mess with her,â Steve warns. âThe hotter a crazy woman isâbuckle the fuck up because youâll be in for a wild rollercoaster ride. Your inexperienced nerdy hearts couldnât possibly take that much excitement. They donât call her âThe Sirenâ for shits and giggles.â
âSiren?â Eddie questions.
âSirens are evil mythical creatures that lure men to their dooms.â Dustin clarifies.
âSounds about right.â Eddie mutters.
âYou guys ever heard of Norm Prescott?â Steve questions ominously.
âWho?â The boys ask at once.
âExactly,â Steve says while pointing a finger. âNorm was a kid in my year. Good kid. Captain of the robotics club. Member of the swim team. The poor bastard came across her page on a dating app last year, messaged her, fucked her and he was never seen again. Rumor has it, he went completely insane after one night with her and needed to attend college in a different city in order to be free of her spell. Pussy from a crazy chick will ruin your fucking life. Heed my words: Do not stick your dick in crazy.â
âI donât knowâŠThat sounds kind of metal.â Eddie admits.
âYeah. What could possibly go wrong?â Gareth asks.
âPretty much everything from the way that eerily sounded.â Dustin shudders.
âDudes, sheâs not actually some evil mythicalâŠâ Eddieâs voice trails off before he correctly starts up again. âSheâs not a mythical creature. Just an adrenaline junkie with a sadistic streak.â
âSomehow that sounds worse.â Dustin comments.
âSo youâre going to do it?!â Gareth asks.
ââCourse not,â Eddie scoffingly laughs. âIâm desperateâŠbut Iâm not that desperate.â
âGood boy,â Steve praises before taking a swig of his beer. âThe tale of Norm Prescott is a cautionary one. I donât want to see any of the people I care for lured to their doom. Ohïżœïżœand I guess I wouldnât want that for you guys either.â
âI think Iâll go ahead and consider myself lucky that Iâll never have to experience some shit like that.â Dustin sighs in relief.
âWait for it.â The older three reply in unison.
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Eddieâs stomach churned with envy when he learned that two days later Jeff had gotten some from his girlfriend, noticing the bounce in his step. It felt almost like a bad omen to him which confirmed his paranoia when Gareth had bragged to him about receiving the local baristaâs number, citing King Steve as his guru.
Though no serious stakes were in place, Eddie truly felt as though heâd max out all his options. He couldnât possibly be the only one caught in a dry spell when heâs already regarded as a freak enough!
Maybe a night with you didnât seem so bad after all.
âI see that look in your eyes,â Steve says, tossing a card into the pile before suavely leaning back in his chair. âYouâre thinking about fucking her, arenât you?â
âGah, this again!â Dustin groans, angrily tossing a card on top. âItâs already bad enough I nearly walked in on Nancy and Jonathan doing the âhokey pokeyâ while needing the bathroom at Mikeâs place. Something must be in the air. Hormones, pheromones, angstâI donât flippinâ know.â
âH-how is she by the way?â Steve says breaking his f-boy persona. âShe ever asked about me.â
âYes, Stevie, Iâm sure she thought of you while getting railed against a bathroom sink by Johnny boy.â Eddie says sarcastically.
âYouâre a little snappy.â Steve grumbles.
âBecause Iâm frustrated,â Eddie cries. âGarethâs probably going to get off before me. In fact, everyone willâmaybe even youâll get some before me, Dustin, because apparently Iâm so much of a loser that I canât get a single girl to want me.â
âMaybe you should just go for the crazy chick. Itâs been years. Iâm sure sheâs changed. Befriend her again so that youâll finally get some action and we donât have to hear you yapping about being a sad little virgin all the time. I mean, how bad could she really be?â Dustin poses the question.
âNorm PrescottâŠâ Steve singsongs.
âBut did he die?â Dustin counters.
Steve stands corrected, quirking his head. âYouâve got a point there.â
âSh-should I really? What if she hates me?â Eddie ask timidly.
âHate sex with a crazy lady? Sounds like a deadly mix. Not a bad way to go if you ask me.â Steve says.
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âHot date tonight, tiger?â Wayne asks with an amused smile and arms crossed as he leans against his nephewâs door frame.
âActually, Iâm going to see an old friend.â Eddie says vaguely, causing Wayne to tilt his head in suspicion.
âYou mean that sailor-mouthed girl you used to get up to no good with? Didnât you used to beg me to lie about your whereabouts to her?â
âWe were only immature children then, Way-dog,âEddie excuses. âWeâve grown apart from our former selves.â
âJust last week, you asked me to schedule a dentist appointment for you because you were afraid to speak to a live person.â Wayne deadpans.
âI wasâŠsaving my vocals for a gig.â Eddie justifies.
Wayne sighs, knowing exactly what his nephew is going to get up to. So like the supportive parent that he is, he slips a row of condoms into the pocket of Eddieâs leather jacket.
âJust be careful, son,â Wayne says while patting his chest. âWearing protection can save you in a lot of waysââ
âO-kay, Iâm getting a little uncomfortable. Goodbye.â Eddie flushes red, knowing by now that his own uncle knew the rule of crazy women and that his poor nephew was too far gone to help himself.
Once Eddieâs out the door, his body shakes at the thought of seeing you again after all these years. Would you remember him fondly or as a liar?
Then, he spots you sunbathing in a lawn chair, puffing a vape pen and flipping through a magazine. Youâre in a tight yellow bikini with only a small sheer coverall around your waist. Your skin looks so well moisturized, he can tell youâd feel so soft. That thought alone was enough encouragement to keep him going.
He clears his throat and you choose to ignore it at first until heâd done it again. You lower your heart-shaped sunglasses, glaring up at him for a moment before your expression softensâin fact, it brightens once heâs sure you recognized him.
âBestieâŠthat you?â You ask, rising to your feet.
âIn the flesh.â Eddie says nervously shifting his weight on either foot.
âItâs been so long,â You hugged him with that same crushing power that was all too familiar. He should be traumatized but instead he shudders happily, breathing in your vanilla scent. âHow are you?â
You pulled away and he had to catch himself from pathetically chasing your embrace.
âIâm great. Really great. Y-you look like youâre doing well, too.â Eddie says with an anxious giggle.
âI am. Thanks for noticing,â You say almost suggestively. âYou wanna come inside so you and I can properly catch up? My brothers arenât home.â
âYes!â He says a little too eagerly and it makes you laugh.
âWell, come on in then, partner. Donât be shy,â You beckon, taking his hand and leading him into your lair. âI only bite when necessary.â
His heart beats a mile a minute when instead of being led to sit at the sofa, heâs dragged to your bedroom. He fiddles with his fingers nervously as you begin to lock the door. You turn to face him again with that famous mischievous smirk.
âYou remember as kids when we used to play doctor? Those were fun times, right?
Dustin was sooo wrong. You didnât change whatsoever and Eddieâs slowly regretting his decision.
âY-yeah. So fun,â He lies, swallowing the hard lump in his throat before taking steps back at your inching approach. âThough, you had me shitting bricks at times when you suggested we use real medical tools instead.â
âI was only messing with you.â
âHard to believe that when you used to chase me with a pair of scissors.â The backs of Eddieâs knees hit the edge of your bed and his arms flail to keep himself upright.
âBut friends can tell little white lies here and there? I never intended on hurting you. Not too badly at least. You know a thing or two about lying to your friendsâŠdonât you, Edward?â The moment youâre a little too close for his liking, Eddie dashes from in front of you and towards your bedroom door but the complicated locks scramble his brain. He quickly faces you again, not wanting to keep his eyes from you too long in case you do something.
You plant your hands on either side of his head, closing the gaps between your bodies. Your full breasts are pressed up against him and yet heâs too scared to care.
âWhyâd you lie, bestie?â You ask. âDidnât we have fun times together? We roughhoused, got into some wild antics, and we even cried together.â
Except, it was Eddie that was doing most of the crying!
âI-I didnât mean toâŠt-o...â Eddie says, voice pitched high.
âTo lie? Oh, Eddie, mother tells me that when a man lies, he certainly means to do so,â You give a low, dark chuckle. âSo after all these years, Eddie, why did you decide to see your dear old pal again?â
âT-to apologize.â He swallows.
âWith your cock?â You ask with an innocent tone, batting your lashes. You glide a hand up his inner thigh until it lands on the hard bulge in his jeans, palming him in your surprisingly strong yet dainty-looking hands.
He gasps, fearing that youâd be psychotic enough to break his dick. âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. Just please let me go and I will never bother you again.â
âOh, Iâll let you go,â You flick your tongue along the bottom length of his straight nose. âBut Iâd like to play a gameâŠfor old times sake.â
âIs it âsmackdownâ?â He whimpers.
âI was actually going to suggest a game of âGo Fishâ since youâre always so good at that,â You blink blankly before a sinister expression takes over. âBut I like your idea.â
He curses himself in his head, helpless as you grab fistfuls of his jacket and drag him away from the door.
âSmackdownâ was a wrestling game the two of you created sprinkled with your own sadistic twist in which you two used to wrestle one another. Eddie quite liked to play wrestling with you but as a scrawny kid back then, youâd always win the match. The rules were that youâd have to pin your opponent to the ground for at least 7 seconds. Winner gets the choice to do whatever they want.
If Eddieâs going to get himself out of this mess, he needs to use all the strength heâs got. No holding back. Luckily for him, heâd grown a lot bigger than you.
On either side of the room, you two stare intensely at one another. Eddie charges you with a loud battle cry and pins you down to your fluffy white rug. Heâs never had this much of the upper hand. Never gotten past 3 seconds. Itâs almost too good to be true.
But when heâs gotten past 4 seconds his heart soars as he can practically taste the freedom. Seeing you struggle for free yourself beneath him was quite satisfying within itself. But then at the 6 second mark, you made the cruelest move yetâŠyou reminded him of his desperation.
You lunged forward and kissed him.
Distracted by this, Eddie releases your wrist in shock. Youâre quick to gain the advantage as you roll on top of him and pin his wrists down for the 7 seconds.
âI win.â You gloat.
âYou cheated!â He hisses.
âYouâre allowed to play dirty or did you forget the rules.â
âWhat are you going to do to me? Scour the internet for the worse medieval forms of torture to use against me?â
âTempting,â You say and Eddie wishes heâd shut his big fucking mouth. âBut I like my idea better.â
Digging your nails into his scalp and gathering a large amount of his hair in your hand, you crash your lips onto his again. Your other free hand fiddles with the zipper of his jeans and he moans into the kiss when your hands are enclosed around his girthy member.
âIâve got this new wrestling move Iâve been dying to try,â You whisper against his lips before nipping the bottom lip. âI like to call it the amazon warrior power press. Wanna see?â
By the time youâre through with him; youâve tossed him in every position you could think of and used him like a proper toyâyouâve officially ruined all women for him. Heâs never been fucked as if he were a slut. Cum-filled condoms like inflated balloons piling up beside his head after every round; heâd lost count after 4.
He was a drooling, pussy-drunken fool by the end of it but you gave him no time to bask in it as youâd pushed him out of your home practically naked.
In his underwear, his clothes and shoes in a balled-up mess in his handsâdeep hickies and love bites littered all over his skin, he looks up at you on your porch with a desperate yet hopeful smile. His friends will mourn Eddie Munson for he, too, has been cursed with the same spell that once begot Norm Prescott. And even worse, he didnât have the capacity to care.
âWill I get to see you again?â Eddie says while fumbling to catch his things from falling. âIâd like to take you out on a date sometime. M-maybe I could get your number?
âSorry, bestie,â You say, faking a sad pout. âBut Iâm moving.â
And with that, you shut the door square in his face.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#joseph quinn#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson fanfic#kinktober#kinktober 2024#kinktober fic#eddie munson angst#stranger things au
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high school enha boys in love
genre! : fluff
pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader
warnings! : none
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LEE HEESEUNG - nerdy guy
Heeseung and his friend group are the biggest losers in the school. They're the type to play Dungeons and Dragons at school and then get bullied. Heeseung is not affected by it at all, he enjoys going to school even if he's not that good at it. Especially now that he developed a small crush on you. He didn't even try to get you, knowing well he had no chance with you. He just hoped. Until he got a chance.
The teacher set you up to a group project, and fortunately or not for you, but you guys needed to work together. You were a quiet girl at school, mid class, not popular or a loser with a decent friend group. You also had no problem working with Heeseung, you just really didn't care. You never hated or bullied him, he was just kinda there. But after working with it, it turned out beside that he is a nerd, he's quiet fun. Hee tried to keep low with his obsession for nerdy stuff, but it didn't bother you at all once you both grew closer. You got along with his friends too who were too obsessed with the tought of speaking to an actual living woman that they constantly stole you away from Heeseung. He thought he finally had the chance, turned out you just wanted to be friends.
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PARK JONGSEONG - class clown
You were friends with the class clown, Jay. You were his only friend. Though everybody loved him for being funny, he didn't have any close friends besides you. He was easy to talk to, Jay got along with anybody that was forced to interact with him, until it was a woman. For the life of god he couldn't speak to women. You laughed at him for that. You were a girl and his only friend, but it was never a problem to talk with him. He liked you that's why.
All his attempts to make you laugh were weird attempts to flirt with you. It worked out every and each time, only making him to like you more. He wished you also liked him.
He bought you flowers and gifts for you birthday or for different holidays. Taking care of you when you needed him the most. It turns out he can be serious too.
SIM JAEYUN - fuckboy
He's the biggest fuck boy at the school. Everybody knows him, he's super popular with a huge (but full of fuckboys) friend group. Once he notices somebody, he tries his best to make them fall for him, and like that, he collects every girl he sets his eyes. on. You agree he is handsome, but you can't help but despise him. Even more once you see him starring at you in the hallway. You immediately slap your head, knowing well you are his next opponent. He won't give up easily.
You arrive at school to flowers neatly put on your desk and people whispering at the back of the room. And not only does he buy you multiple gifts each week, he approaches you almost every day, trying to strike up a conversation while you try your best to ignore him. You told him off many times before, he's so determined to get you. Jake is annoyed with you. He doesn't want much other than a sweet night spent together.
Jake gets more and more chances to interact with you, actually getting to know you, getting closer to you... slowly falling for you. It takes him a long time to clear his name before ending up with you.
PARK SUNGHOON - pretty boy
He skates, he's pretty and he's quiet. That is all it takes to become the girls' favorite. Sunghoon's not only popular in your class, but many older and younger girls visit him in the breaks, trying to strike up a conversation with him, but mostly he shyly shakes his head as response to the girls' questions. During physical education, many girls watch him play games, visiting him any time they have a free period. Sunghoon loves and hates the attention. It depends on who's giving it to him.
All he begs for is your attention. He secretly wishes you would also bother him in the break, talk to him and let him make you laugh. Whenever he's talking with a girl, from the corner of his eyes he checks if you're looking at him, but it's never the case.
KIM SUNOO - the favorite
Everybody loves Sunoo. He is the sunshine of the school, having multiple friends from each class, being able to talk to anyone about anything easily making him the most liked person at the school.
He's popular in every category, just not when it comes to love. He never thought he would fall for someone, especially not one of his close friends, so when it did turn out that way he didn't know how to act. It was never hard to be around you or talk to you until now. He started avoiding you, luckily he had many friends, but soon he realised none could replace you, and his feelings weren't fading.
He doesn't know how to flirt, his best attempts at trying to make you fall for him was being especially nice to you, hanging out more often, but when all of those attempts were unsuccessful he opened up about his feelings.
YANG JUNGWON - top student
Jungwon was the quiet, straight A's student. So many people had crushes on him, that he was aware about, he just couldn't care less. One thing he cared about is his rival, you. As soon as you joined the class, you also became top student of the school. He became super wary about you, he just couldn't imagine any other person being on his level. He knew he had to worry about his title as the 'Student of The Year', he began to participate in meanigless competitions, but you were there for every and each one of it.
He tried sitting close to you to make sure you are not cheating in any way, or making any suspicious moves, because for sure he'd snitch on you. But this never happened. Instead you started noticing him and teasing him about it. He was so annoyed with you, trying to be better, but even if he was you aced the next test with ease.
He became so obsessed with your life, almost knowing your whole daily routine, starting to fall for you. He noticed so many things about your behaviour that he adored so much. It made him mad, but it was hard to hide it when you teased him and he blushed. You would catch him starring and just quietly laugh at him. It was too obvious, you knew it.
NISHIMURA RIKI - annoying friend
The loud annoying kid in class somehow ended up as your friend. He forced himself at you long enough, so you let him in accepting his friendship, which turned out to be fun. He was funny, outgoing and weird. Exeptionally weird, making it even more fun to be his friend.
The more he hung out with you the more you liked him, quality time tying you together with him emotionally. He introduced you to his other friends, inviting you to hang outs whenever you were free, and because you started liking him... more than a friend you freed up your time just him. You wanted to know if he felt the same, but nothing changed even when you asked to hang out just the two of you. He acted the same.
The only reason you ended up with him was, because his friend snitched on him. Niki, no way in hell would confess to you, so they helped him. You would have nevet guessed he liked you back.
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Pairing |Â Quinn Hughes x afab!reader Summary | six years later Quinn and y/n find themselves back in the place it started and old memories truly are precious...but so are new ones Authors Note | enjoy the (long) blurb @thehugheslover, sorry it took so long! This is only going to make sense if you read Feel This Way!!
The familiar clink of pool balls hitting each other, music at a moderate volume but mainly muffled by laughter and chatting and the back doors wide, opening the basement onto the patio where meat roasted on the barbeque under the balmy sun. Everything had stayed. The world was almost the same as they were back as teenagers but this time, they werenât as naive, and everyone had grown up. Really grown up, into adults with jobs and lives, new ambitions and what happened six years ago were nothing but fond memories protected by the walls of the lake house.Â
Y/n and Quinn sat on the sofa, turned slightly to face each other so they could look out into the rest of the room, her finger gently brushing over the stain between them. The second her skin touched the fabric, it all came flooding back like film tapes, the night Brady stayed over in particular.Â
âWe were so stupid, but it was a lot of fun,â she began with a chuckle, Quinn turning his head in interest, watching her trace around the splotch, âThe Vodka Incident, when Brady brought that vodka, and we all thought it was fucking amazing.â
Coleâs voice groaned out from the distance, followed by Trevor and Jackâs obnoxious laughing, clearly relishing in Cole losing their game of pool. The couple giggled, glancing over at the group, their memories fading in and suddenly they were bought back to that night, and they were sixteen with three fifteen-year-olds and little Luke sat in a circle. The way Coleâs face had screwed up hideously, Jack and Trevorâs attempts to be âcoolâ but landed them both in the bathroom and gagging and Luke tucked into her side most the night.Â
âYeah, Luke used to cling to you all the time, he was literally your shadow,â he said, watching Luke take a cocky bow after a successful turn, âand Brady, oh my God, you two used to torture me, like, come on, âwho do you currently have a crush on?â while you were sitting on my lap? You two killed me.â
Y/n laughed fondly, watching Brady enter the basement waving tongs like a magic wand, passionately interrupting the guys by fact checking them about something too muffled to make out from where she was sat. She then remembered the argument she and Brady fell into that everyone retold as if theyâd thrown fists at each other, âHonestly, I thought youâd be jealous that Iâm close with Brady too, but I was so wrong.â
âHow about we not bring up my teenage insecurity, I felt so lame,â he smiled, hand taking hers and interlacing their fingers. He remembered that part too well, Jack and Luke loved to bring it up with him because for them, it was peak comedy and a learning curve on what not to do. Watching it happen was not as funny, but Quinn was their older brother, so how could it not be funny? âYou donât even understand, y/n, I got a scolding, from Jack.â
âWell, I was also lame so weâre even. Luke told my brother about the whole thing and that fucker did not let me live it down.â She grinned and placed a kiss on his nose, âYou know what he said? âYeah, everyone knew Quinnifer was, like, in love with youâ the little loser.âÂ
He groaned playfully at the nickname, even after all the years her brother still called him that. He really couldnât escape that one, heâd somehow obtained it during college, y/nâs brother just started calling him Quinnifer out of the blue and his only explanation being that the women love it and itâs catchy, but it was better than other thingâs heâd been called.
Looking back over at the group, their friends thatâd grown up with them, but whose personalities hadnât changed, they wondered what itâd be like if they were sixteen again, and what theyâd do differently. But they werenât sixteen anymore and all the angst had been and gone, that chapter closed. Quinn was captain of the Vancouver Canucks and y/n was flying in her own career, and while theyâd achieved so much by twenty-five, Quinn still had a list he wanted before he could feel satisfied.
Moonlight shimmering over the ripples of the lake, warm lanterns illuminating along the dock just like it always had. Y/n and Quinnâs bare feet padded along the wood leisurely, hands encased in each otherâs and not a word spoken between them, they just needed a bit of peace away from everyone, even just for a moment. Passing the boats harboured up, Mila came to mind. Not in any other way than what happened that day and how he felt y/nâs desperate, burning glares from the other side of the boat, how he wished it was y/n breasts pressed against his shoulders and not some random girlâs.Â
âI shouldâve just told you how I felt from the start,â Quinn mumbled, but his voice clear from the serenity of the dock, nothing but crickets singing and distant chatter, âLike, we wouldnât have had to go through that confusing, are-we-are-we-not phase. I canât believe I was such a pussy.âÂ
Y/n giggled, swinging their arms, âDonât blame yourself, I was also responsible. I told most the story to some friends in college, and even they thought it was obvious we liked each other. I sort of wish we hadnât had that situationship, like, we were just hurting ourselves.â
âYeah, no, I agree. Had me crying myself to sleep, it was fucking stupid.âÂ
âI know, Jack told me the night of the Vodka Incident, he saw you crying when we were going to sleep.â She didnât need Jack to tell her Quinn cried that night, she felt his tears on her skin and the way heâd squeezed her like she would evaporate, his favourite teddy bear. She just never said anything, no need to bring up the painful past when they were living in their own paradise in the future.Â
The more time she spent in the lake house, the more the memories swirled in her mind, not dwelling just remembering the times she couldnât during the hockey season. The lake was a sanctuary, a museum of youth that held so many minor details youâd never see unless you were searching for them, like the names etched into the decking, aged but still prominent.
Quinn glanced down, barely reading the names scratched into the wood until he walked over something he distinctively remembered scratching with Brady, right before they were off to college; Q + y/n in a heart. He stopped right above it, tugging y/n back to face him, sweat forming on the back of his neck with butterflies in his stomach. Y/n blinked twice at him before raising a brow. He pulled his hand away, wiping both on his shorts before taking a deep breath.
âUh, hey, listenâŠâ his eyes shifted to her âQâ necklace, to her eyes and then back to the etching on the floorboards before her necklace again.
âQ?â she asked, head flooding with multiple scenarios, piecing together location and their ages, his sweating, the fizzling in her chest and down to her stomach, âOh God, youâre not getting traded, are you?â
His eyes widened, âHuh? No, no, Jesus no. Itâs uhâŠwellâŠum, just wanted to tell you how much I love you and appreciate you. Youâve, um, been by my side forever and Iâve been, uh, thinking about the futureâŠâ
He dropped to one knee, sliding a little, velvet box from his pocket and held it out in front of her, eyes sparkling under all the little lamps but more importantly because when he looked at her, he saw the most beautiful woman heâd ever met. The most caring, supportive, girlfriend. His best friend who, no matter what, never gave up on him. He gazed at her with dilated pupils that may have well been hearts. Y/nâs eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she gasped gently, hands covering her mouth, and she struggled to hold back the tears welling in her eyes.
âY/n L/n, I have loved you since we were fifteen and only you can make me feel this way. There isnât anyone else Iâd rather spend the rest of my life with, in sickness and in health. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?â Quinnâs voice shook, not a filler word tumbling out for once. All those days rehearsing his speech in the mirror paid off, all that stress lifting off his shoulders and she watched his hands tremble.
Y/n nodded desperately, tears spilling down her cheeks, âYes, of course!âÂ
He grinned from ear to ear, corners of his eyes creasing as his eyes watered, wiggling the ring - polished with her birthstone - from the cushioning and sliding it onto her finger, his arms wrapping around her waist firmly. He held her close into his chest, spinning her around with his face buried in her shoulder, his heart swelling. When they rounded back to their original spot, they melted into each otherâs bodies as they always had, t-shirts soaking up the salty tears of joy, the realisation of how far theyâd come hitting them like bricks. Y/n and Quinn Hughes, forever and always. Their new chapter, with new adventures and the start of their own little family one day.
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NOONA â p. sunghoon smau
PAIRING younger!sunghoon x older!fmr
SYNOPSIS park sunghoon experienced love at first sight when he first laid eyes on his friends older sister. a series of sunghoon desperately trying to do anything in his power to get the girl and yang jungwon cockblocking him for funsies.
GENRE smau, fluff, highschool/college au, crack, sunghoon having no shame
FEATURING ( enha ) all, ( aespa ) karina + winter, ( txt ) beomgyu + soobin, ( loona ) olivia hye
WARNINGS swearing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying, dick/sex jokes, sunghoon crying every other chapter ( more will be added if necessary )
STATUS complete
TAGLIST (CLOSED)
S. NOTE adding this note here to remind everyone to not spam like! it shadowbans my posts and lessens my engagement, enjoy <3
PROFILES loser lamo wannabe | WOMEN IN STEM (and man) | privs
CHAPTERS
01 | BLONDE JAKE HATE PAGE
02 | surprise shawty!
03 | whatâs her name, quickly
04 | whyâs he kindaâŠ
05 | not a virgin anymore
06 | all da virgins madđč
07 | do it for noona
08 | heâs out of line. letâs kill him.
09 | we both crode (+written 0.5k)
10 | you are scaring the hoes
11 | not living not laughing not loving
12 | she wonât me
13 | sounds susâŠ
14 | hey dweeb
15 | me n her are like thisđ€đŒ
16 | you wanna kiss me so bad
17 | iâm bathed in his blood
âł extra: can you fight
18 | never beating them delusions
19 | what the actual fuck dawg
20 | you scare me sometimes
21 | what did you just call me
22 | hoes be mad
23 | gotta make mommy proud
24 | HES SO!:&:@2âd
25 | no comment
26 | the sexy six (+heeseung)
27 | yâall
28 | messy girls
29 | a little birdie told me
30 | iâm better than her
31 | BRING HER BACKđŁïž
32 | heart brocken
âł extra: ask me if i care
33 | iâll understand
34 | I WAS A LITTLE EMOSH
35 | is it cause iâm too swaggie
36 | imma dawg imma freak
37 | yâall hear sumnđ°
38 | ruh oh
39 | liverboy
40 | what if i was suicidal
41 | omg hes fucking french
42 | girl what
âł extra: i can fix herâ€ïž
43 | virgin with a capital P (+written 0.4k)
44 | in big 20 23
45 | kill youâreself
46 | i hate virgins
47 | weâre breaking up.
48 | the âparkâ date (+written 0.4k)
49 | YOU CANNY TRICK MEH
50 | iâm gonna eat him
51 | not you lying on my name
52 | back up missy
âł extra: deez nuts
53 | WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD
54 | shut up 5â9
55 | /sad
56 | have some shame
57 | elimination
58 | do it No balls.
59 | past tense of see. seew
60 | CIC
âł extra: random
EP1 | proof or it didnât happen
EP2 | his ass is NOT studying
EP3 | #SNOWAPPDIE
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August
Part 3: Summer's Over
The aftermath of dinner leaves you with some doubts. The month is drawing to a close and the cracks are starting to show.
Aemond Targaryen x Reader // Modern AU
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Read on AO3
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected p in v sex, angst, trauma dumping
Words: 8.8k
A/n: Part 3/3!! Ignoring the fact that it is now October :)
You follow glimpses of him through the house only to lose sight of him at the old oak staircase, but you guess where he is heading.
When you reach his bedroom door itâs closed. You place the tips of your fingers on the door handle. Thereâs an awful feeling in your stomach, like youâre empty, like youâre missing something. Maybe this was just a cruel joke. Maybe Daeronâs a sore loser and says stuff like this all the time. Maybe it was only a cheap way to cause upset. Maybe Aemond didnât want to deal with it.Â
Did he expect you to follow him from the dinner table? Is he expecting you to care?Â
This isnât your problem to fix and Aemond isnât yours to comfort. That evening on the beach, before you would have called him a friend, he said you were a good listener, but when has he asked you for advice in the days since? The lines have all become blurred. Youâre not âjust friendsâ, thatâs clear enough, but youâre not more than that either.
âItâs just that Aemondâs usually into older womenââ
If it was only teasing Aemond wouldnât have left. He would have given something back.Â
âAemond?â
At first thereâs no audible reply. You hold your breath waiting for a response, even just a sigh, even if he just told you to go away.
You step back, startled as the door opens.
Heâs still in his slacks and shirt from dinner, the top few buttons undone and revealing a silver chain sitting at the base of his neck. He takes a moment to look at you, then swallows thickly and steps aside to let you in.
The room is cold and smells of sea salt. A breeze blows in through a thin opening in the window, the curtains thrown open to the violet sky of dusk. The moon is out already, full, bright and beautiful.
You take a few steps before you turn to face his figure standing against the light of the hallway. Muted moonlight shines on his blinded eye and the scar that frames it. His face is passive, calm, but something about this seems so wrong.Â
What if he doesnât want you here? What if he wants to be alone?
âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he says.
Thatâs it? You arenât sure what else you were expecting from someone usually so perfectly composed. Maybe a glimpse into his mind. Maybe a suggestion of how he feels other than trying to seem unbothered. Now youâre standing in a room where you felt at ease only hours before, by the bed where he fucked you, wondering why you even bothered to follow him in the first place.Â
âIt was all very backhanded, what Daeron said,â you say.
Aemond hums in agreement.
âIâm sure he was doing it on purpose, he just wanted to upset you after you beat him.â
You stay in silence, a dangerous game because it gives you a chance to think. Thereâs something you donât know, something everyone else is in on. Aemond doesnât know anything about your past, the people youâve loved, the people you might have loved if things had been different, the memories that live inside of your head. Equally, you donât know anything about him.
You canât take this, the blanks, the empty space, the overwhelming quiet of the wind.
âDo you want me to leave?âÂ
Aemondâs face falls. He comes into you, taking the sides of your face in his hands. Every point of contact sends a shiver through your skin, the heels of his palms by your chin, his thumbs against your cheeks, his fingertips at your neck. âNo, I want you to stay.â
Maybe he thinks kissing you will make you forget everything. To an extent, it works. Once his lips are on yours it drowns out all the noise in your head and all you feel is the sensation, the delicate way he moves against your mouth, his heat, his hands trailing down your body.Â
Heâs slow to take off your clothes, to lay you on his bed and kiss the exposed parts of your body. Once he has you how he wants you, bare and breathless and wanting, he tugs at the buttons of his shirt, eye always on you. You figure itâs only fair to admire him back, the lines of his slender and toned torso, the definition in his arms, in his neck when he tenses when his breath hitches.Â
Thereâs a dazed look in his face, parted lips, softened brow, as he positions himself between your legs. He wastes no time on preamble or teasing you. Your hands move into his hair. His tongue is firm and purposeful, moving with every jolt of your hips, every sigh and moan. Once he slips a finger inside of you itâs easy to let go, to give into the pleasure and let yourself fall apart, tugging his hair at the roots and you know that he doesnât mind if it hurts.Â
He groans as he pulls away from you, straining underneath his slacks.
Helplessly, you reach for him, only managing to graze your nails over his hands as he holds your thighs open. He tilts his head at you as he stands and bares himself, taking his time with it, knowing how desperately you want to feel him near again.Â
It only takes a few strokes until heâs hard, then heâs leaning over you, dragging his head teasingly against your cunt. Your back arches every time he presses against your clit.
âPlease,â you whisper, âAemond, please,â
âThatâs a good girl,â he says with a hum, finally pushing inside you.Â
You gasp at the sensation, the pleasure through the initial pain. âNeed youâ need you deeper,â you whine.Â
âSo impatient,â Aemond says, âneed to stretch you out first, donât I?â
You nod and hum incoherently. Anything. Anything he gives you, youâll take it.Â
He holds your wrists by your head as he starts to fuck you. He rests his head against yours, lips ghosting over your temple, his breath hot, heavy and strained with grunts and groans. More than anything you crave the sounds he makes, the way his face feels pressed against yours.
You could die when he pulls away, but he repositions himself, laying back on the bed, moving you on top of him to straddle him.Â
You adjust your hair and brace yourself against his chest with one palm. âIâve never been on top before.â
âWeâll go slow,â he says as he guides you to sink down onto his cock.
The angle is hollowing. You feel your jaw go slack and Aemond grins at the look on your face. Heâs infuriating, intoxicating.Â
You set yourself a steady rhythm, looking down along your breasts, your stomach, to the point where your bodies come together. Aemond moves against you, pressing deeper every time your hips meet yours.Â
âIs this good?â you say.
He nearly chokes on his own breath. âFuck, yes,â
You press your lips together, determined to quicken your pace, chasing the feeling bursting at your core. Youâre close. Aemond is holding your hips, bucking up into you, trailing his thumb to your clit to circle over it.Â
Sounds of pleasure slip past your lips. Itâs in the back of your mind to keep quiet, considering the risk of other people being in the house, even if theyâre miles away. Thereâs no space in your mind for logic or self preservation.Â
It builds slowly, tearing through you, tides and riptides. Aemond holds you as your body starts to shake and eventually you have to push his hand away because itâs too much.Â
He pulls you into his arms, laying you along his body. Your hair falls over his face and he laughs it off. You bury your face into his neck as he grips you, fucks you frantically.
âIâm going to come,â he hisses against your ear.
Youâre floating in the aftermath of your orgasm, hints of pleasure licking up your spine where he pushes against a particular space inside of you. âPlease,â you feel yourself mumble, âplease, please,â
âWhere?â
âInside me.â
He holds you tighter, goes faster, tries to hold in his moans. When he stills he pushes deeper inside you, bringing his lips to your temple as if to thank you.Â
Your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat and now youâve stopped moving, the breeze dances over you. You press your teeth together to stop yourself from shivering, clinging a little tighter to Aemond for his warmth. Heâs sweating too but it doesnât occur to you to be discouraged.
He slips out of you, places you on your side and covers your bodies with the duvet. You cling to him again, your head on his shoulder, your arm thrown over his stomach. It would be a bad idea to fall asleep here. Even if the heat is inviting, the stillness makes you nervous. You glance at his face and heâs staring seemingly into nowhere. What is he thinking about? What is he picturing beyond the sight of his bedroom, books and childhood memorabilia in the gloom of night?
The wind whistles through the window. Eventually you move away from him, out of the warmth of the duvet and enter the glaring white light of the ensuite. Naked, you stand in front of the mirror. Your hair is messy, your mascara smudged around your eyelids. Pale patches of red and purple proudly mark your thighs and breasts, in places only you and Aemond will see. You look tired. You look like youâve been fucked.Â
Back in the bedroom, Aemond has moved from the bed. The curtains and the window are closed. Heâs in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, sitting at the desk, elbows on the surface, looking at something on his phone. When he hears the door he looks at you and quickly turns off the screen. As casually as you can, you put your clothes back on. Heâs leaning back in the chair, watching you.
âIâm going to bed,â you say when youâre dressed.
Aemond stands to meet you before you can reach the door. âListen,â he says, taking a delicate hold of your arm, âthanks for staying. And for checking on me in the first place.â
You shrug. It wasnât a favour. You wanted to make sure he was alright. âI was worried about you.â
âDonât be,â he says, and leans in to kiss you. Itâs quick, affectionate, almost domestic.
When he pulls away heâs still looking at you. He lets go of your arm, dragging his fingers lightly down your skin until he has no trail left to follow, right to your hand, your fingers. You hesitate, wanting to kiss him again, but something stops you. Somethingâs still missing.
âNight, Aemond.â
He smiles but it doesnât reach his eye. âNight.â
Itâs raining when you wake up. Youâve been so lucky with the weather all summer, but now the cracks are starting to show. At breakfast you sit with your parents. Your mother asks how your night was, having not seen you since you left the dining room. You say you went to check on Aemond. He was a little upset but he wanted space and you were tired, so you went to bed.
âYou two are quite close, Iâve noticed,â she says.
You try not to smile, more out of embarrassment than anything else.
She pulls the same face, trying not to laugh. âI donât blame you, darling, heâs gorgeous.â
âYou saying that must be illegal,â you say.
âOh please, heâs in his twenties.â
âYouâre also married.â
âOh yeah,â she says, looking at your father, âthat too.â
Helaena comes to affectionately pat you on the head when she appears. Aegon grins at you through his teeth, like he knows all your secrets. Daeron is defiant, making a point to greet Viserys, to kiss Alicent on the cheek.
âNo Aemond?â Otto says to the Targaryen siblings gathered at one end of the table.
âHe got up early I think,â Helaena says, âwent for a run.â
You imagine him in a t-shirt and shorts, drenched in rain mingled with sweat, slightly overgrown silver hair sticking to his forehead. You manage a few bites of toast before you start to feel nauseous and try a peach yoghurt instead. It doesnât help.
You follow Helaena to the library. Itâs the perfect weather to watch trash reality TV and psychoanalyse the cast. For a while itâs entertaining, but at some point you start to feel like a scientist watching lab rats.Â
âHow was Aemond last night?â Helaena asks. Sheâs facing towards the TV, her legs covered in pink patterned leggings, propped up over the arm of the sofa sheâs lying on.Â
âBothered, clearly, but not very talkative.â
âHmm.â
An argument has unfolded onscreen. Dreamfyre wanders in through the door and makes a home for herself on Helaenaâs lap. âShould I call Cole and ask for some snacks?â she says, flicking the screen of her phone with her thumb.Â
In a way youâre surprised Aemond hasnât messaged you, or come to find you, even just to see what youâre up to. Youâre sitting on a sofa, a glaringly vacant space next to you.
âI was worried about you.â
âDonât be.â
âHelaena,â
âMm hmm?â
âWhat did Daeron mean about Aemond liking older women?â
She doesnât respond for a while. The chatter on the TV continues. âHe wanted a rise out of Aemond. They do it to each other, they always have.â
âHelaena.â
She turns her head to look at you, craning her neck in an awkward position. You can feel the worry in your face, where it tenses, where your eyes are wide. Youâre trying not to overthink it, you really are. Helaena understands it as soon as she sees you. She reaches for the remote to turn the volume down on the TV, shrill, angry voices fading into the hum of electricity. âItâs probably not my place to say, I donât know what heâs told you.â
Heâs told you some things, harmless things. No mention of exes or past summer flings. In a way it scares you that you might become an unmentioned thing in his life.
Helaena shuffles the cat off her lap and sits beside you. âAemond isâŠa mystery. He doesnât tell us anything, then one day something will take us all by surprise.â
âWas him moving back to Kingâs Landing a surprise?â
âIn a way. He was so determined to do his own thing. Get out from under dadâs thumb.â
âSo why would he come back?â
âWell heâŠâ she lets out a long sigh. âHe got involved with someone while he was working at Harrenhal.â
âA girlfriend.â
âHe tried to be all secretive about it but I know when heâs hiding something.â
âWere they together for very long?â
âTwo years? Maybe more? He was head over heels for her.â
There have been so many possibilities playing around in your head since last night. Maybe there was a one night stand he wasnât proud of, maybe an unrequited crush. Two years sounds like a long time to you.Â
You canât expect Aemond to have not had a whole life beyond now, beyond you, but thereâs a restless feeling in your chest. Daeron mentioning this woman was enough to get to Aemond. And you were the one that went running right to him.
âSorry, I know you like him,â Helaena says.
âAnd what, they broke up so heâs moving back?â
âI think it got a bit messy, she was his manager. He probably thought he was better off in a different job, and when your dad is Viserys Targaryen why not take advantage, you know?â
âAnd she was older than him?â
âGods yeah, she was twice age, divorced, no kids though.âÂ
âRight.â
âHeâs been brooding for months, even over the phone I knew something was bothering him.â
Youâre trying to keep your face relaxed. This woman, sheâs in the past now, it shouldnât change how you feel about him, or how he feels about you. But the seed is planted. You donât know what she looks like but you imagine a deep, sultry laugh in your head, red painted lips, expensive high heels.
âWhich is why itâs been so nice to see him come out of his shell lately,â Helaena adds, patting your knee. âYouâve brought that out of him.â
Around lunchtime the weather clears up. The sun shines through the panes of clear and coloured glass in the dining room and Aemond walks in dressed in jeans and red jumper. He sits next to you, smiles at you, offers to pour you a glass of white wine and insists on serving you portions of salad and fries to go with the cuts of steak brought out. His leg rests against yours. When he makes a joke to the table he looks at you while everyone else is laughing. He picks a few stray fries from your plate and grins at you with perfect teeth when you scowl at him. âYouâre adorable,â he says, leaning into you, hand wandering to your thigh.
After eating, you hang around with Aemond and his siblings. Aegon claims to have a deck of cards which turns out to be Uno. The lingering tension is obvious. Daeron canât look Aemond in the eye, even Helaenaâs being short with her youngest brother. In the first round of the game you all have a silent agreement to gang up on Daeron and make his life a misery at every opportunity. That makes Aemond smile, so it makes you smile. When Daeron is on the verge of tears Aemond says âfine, weâll go easy on you then,â and poor Daeron ends up losing again.
âThatâs karma, mate,â Aegon says.
After dinner that night you and Aemond drink cocktails, sweet and strong, in the drawing room with the adults. Youâre reminded of how charming Aemond is, how well he can work a room when heâs switched on. Always understated, never too brash or too loud. He laughs with your father, compliments your motherâs dress. You feel yourself getting tipsy, hypnotised by the lowlights of the room, the colourful glass lampshades, the glow of the ends of cigarettes.Â
On your way to bed, Aemond stops you at the bottom of the oak staircase. His pupil is blown wide, black and blue, drinking in the sight of you. He takes a hold of your waist, gently presses you back into the bannister and kisses you like heâll never get the chance again. Grasping at your body, pushing and pulling you in closer and closer until youâre caged against him.
Thereâs a silhouette of a woman lingering in the back of your mind. What would a woman from the Riverlands be like, the kind of woman Aemond Targaryen could fall in love with? Did she listen to him talk about history? Did he list his favourite books to her? Was she clever like him, understated like him? If she was divorced was she cold and guarded, or was she gentler?
You shouldnât overthink it. You shouldnât think about it at all.
Aemond takes you to his bedroom. Heâs eager to get your clothes off, more hurried than he usually is. Once heâs made you come with his fingers and his tongue he gets you on your hands and knees, pushing into you from behind. Your body feels weightless with every thrust inside of you, every snap of his hips against your ass. Your moans are lewd and gasping.Â
Aemond pulls your torso up, one hand over your mouth, the other keeping you in position. âCanât fucking help it, can you,â he says between laboured breaths. âDoes it feel that good, sweetheart?â
You can only moan against his palm in response.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when youâre desperate.â
Youâd say the same about him, if you could.
And the days are all fading into one again. Summer will soon be over to the sound of rain hammering against the windows, thunderstorms and the violent roar of the sea.
Daeronâs comment at dinner is mostly forgotten. He and Aemond are joking again, taking their own jabs at Aegon. Helaena is relieved the boys are all friends again, she says she canât stand it when their family fights. You watch movies indoors, Helaena walks you through a recipe for lemon cakes with the last of the fruit from a tree on the grounds. When itâs not raining you and Aemond walk Vhagar and Sunfyre around the gardens. You spend every night in his bed and wake up in his arms each morning.
One afternoon Aemond decides to take the dogs on a trail along the cliffs. A light shower falls from the sky but most of the path goes through a forest, evergreens, which keep the rain off you. The sea stretches out to your right and Aemond holds your left hand to keep you on his seeing side.Â
Nothing in particular prompts you, but the thought has been there for some time now. In less than a week youâll get back into your parentsâ car and drive to Kingâs Landing. Youâll begin the rest of your life. Youâll see your friends again, go to your favourite pubs on Conquest Street, find a job, maybe live for yourself for a little while. And Aemond would be in the same city.Â
âHow come youâre moving back to Kingâs Landing?â
Heâs doing that thing again, not looking at you. He keeps his grip on your hand, pouts his lips slightly, thinking. âItâs where my job is.â
New job, you think. He didnât have to go work at his fatherâs company.Â
He turns his head when you donât reply, eye meeting yours. âIs that not a good enough explanation for you?â he says with a slight grin.Â
âI didnât say there has to be an explanation.â
âBut?â
âBut you donât seem that thrilled about it.â
He shrugs. âItâs just how life has worked out.â
You walk on in silence for a few minutes. Aemond keeps looking ahead to make sure the dogs are still in his sight. You feel the weight of his hand in yours, the heat of his skin and his fingers curled over your knuckles.
You catch the side of your mouth in your teeth. âHelaena mentioned you had an ex at Harrenhal.â
âDid she,â Aemond says, stone faced, eye fixed on Vhagar as she prowls around the trunk of a tree. âWhat did she tell you?â
Twice his age. Divorced. A coworkerâ no, manager.
âNot much, that you were together for a while and you worked together.â
He stops walking. His gaze is stern, almost focused. In the gloom of the trees and the overcast sky his eye is more grey than blue.Â
âWhen did you two break up?â
âJanuary, just after New Yearâs.â
âWhy?â
âWe kept having these fights, and I suppose she didnât want to deal with it anymore.â
âDid you fight a lot?â
âFor the last few months. Work took a lot out of her, and me too, but at some point it became harder to balance everything.â
âShe was your manager, right?â
âHel told you that? Yeah, she was. I know how it sounds, we knew it probably wasnât a good idea to let anything happen. But we got on, and something did happen, and it worked.â
You try to soften your expression, to show him youâre listening. Heâs opening up and that should make you happy, right? âSo what went wrong?â
âGrandfather was the one who wanted me to work for Targ Corp. We have a half-sister, Rhaenyra. It's a bit of a weird situation but she took her kids and moved to Pentos with my uncle Daemon and his wife, Laena.â
âOh,â
Aemond makes a sceptical sound against his teeth. âFather was furious, mum was mortified, I donât know why she took it so personally, but Rhaenyra was always the favourite. Otto saw the opportunity, as he always does, offered me a job and a place on the board.â
âAnd you took it?â
âActually I turned him down. I was happy at Harrenhal, I liked my job, I was trying to convince Alys to move in with me, why would I throw that all away? But then she kept asking about it, said Targ Corp was a bigger company and Iâd have better opportunities, said I was stupid to turn down a board position.â
âDidnât she want you to stay?â
His hand comes to his jaw. âI would have hoped so. After that we kept picking arguments, even at work. It wasnât feasible anymore. If I was around her weâd fight, if I kept my distance sheâd complain. Nothing was ever good enough.â
You feel his hand loosen in its grip. You try to hold onto him tighter, but he slips from your grasp and shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat instead.Â
âI wanted it to work so badly, but eventually she just⊠gave up on me,â he says. âSorry, you probably donât want to know.â
âDonât be sorry,â you say. You thread your arm into his like a half-hearted hug. Heâs watching the sea, breathing deeply, brow furrowed, lips fallen. âDo you miss her?â
âI miss when things were good. I donât miss the rest of it.â
After dinner that night, when Aemond starts to corner you and ask if you want to go to bed, you tell him youâre tired and want to go straight to sleep. He seems concerned but doesnât question you. He walks you to your bedroom and kisses your forehead. Before he can pull away you peck him on the cheek.
When you close the door, you feel an empty space inside your chest. Sleeping in your own bed, you miss the presence of another body beside you, his limbs intertwined with yours, the smell of his shower gel, his sweat, just him. Itâs a peaceful sleep nonetheless.Â
The 31st of August. Itâs just after breakfast and this time tomorrow youâll be driving through the gatehouse of Dragonstone, through the town, past all the bookshops and cafes you could have spent more time in. At least now you can say youâve spent a month as a guest at a castle. You treat yourself to a final walk through the house, the library, the portrait gallery adorned with paintings of members of the Targaryen family; silver hair is a common theme.Â
Viserys has already hung up a portrait of himself. Heâs sat in a chair in a hall you recognise from the Red Keep; you visited years ago as part of a school trip. To his right stands a woman with silver hair, her hand resting on his shoulder. To his left is another woman, short hair, black suit, the family sigil on her lapel. Sitting below them, on some kind of steps are his remaining four children, Aegon, Helena, Daeron, and Aemond at the end. The painting certainly wasnât painted in real time, all of Alicentâs kids would have been born after Aemma Arryn died, which means Viserys chose to include his first wife and exclude his second.Â
You take a step closer until you can see each brushstroke. Aemond looks about ten, chin in his palm, looking solemn and serious where his other siblings have subtle smiles on their faces. His left eye is clouded over, but thereâs no scar.Â
Aemond hasnât said anything more about the ex, Alys. You found her on LinkedIn one night when you couldnât sleep. She doesnât seem to post often, but reposts a lot from her companyâs profile, Harrenhal PR. She has a square jaw, a pointed nose, short black hair and pale skin. Gorgeous, but just a normal person.Â
When you woke up the next morning you felt so guilty you cleared your search history and deleted the app from your phone for good measure.Â
Helaena said youâd brought something out of Aemond this summer, that you made him happy. You want to make the most of that. And there are twenty four hours left.
The rain has stopped since last night. The air is clean and clear, the sun even feels warm again. You decide to have a final walk around the pool, conveniently spotting Aemond pulling a packet of cigarettes from a back pocket when you open the door to the patio. Really, youâve been meaning to talk to him. Properly talk to him.
He puts a cigarette between his lips, curled in a half smile as he raises a lighter to the end. Flame flickers, smoke floats from his mouth and disappears into the faint smell of greenery and chlorine. He takes a long drag and pouts his lips to exhale. âSo, are you packed yet?â
âMostly. Iâll only have to throw a few things into my bag before we go.â
He takes another drag, his breath heavy against the back of his throat. Cigarettes smell like nights out, leaning on the balcony of a dorm party, hangovers and questionable decisions. Now cigarettes smell like Aemond and summer.
Heâs looking at you intently. âAre you going to miss me?â smirking as he says it.
You force yourself to laugh. For some reason youâd been expecting him to say something sweet, honest. It puts your defences up. No, Iâm not. Canât wait to be rid of you actually. You could play it off like a joke too. You fold your arms and shrug. âMaybe. Maybe not.â
âWhatâs the plan when you get back, job applications?â
âI guess so. What about you?â
He taps the cigarette, ash floating to the ground. âWell, work.â
You donât like Aemond pretending to be unserious, his short responses. âDo you have friends in Kingâs Landing?â
âA few acquaintances. Work will keep me busy enough.â
âRight.â You can feel your heart creeping up into your throat. You can feel it pulsing. Aemond takes another drag and half smiles. âWe should go out one night, the two of us.â
He takes the cigarette between two fingers and pulls it away from his mouth. You know somethingâs gone wrong when that air of self assuredness starts to melt away. He puts his weight into his hand on the balustrade, leaning slightly away from you.Â
He says your name like heâs exhausted. âLook, weâve had fun, but I didnât thinkââ another drag, another audible breath.
âDidnât think what?â
âIâm not looking to be in a relationship right now.â
The way he says that word makes you sick. Relationship. Like itâs poison in the air around you, like itâs churning in his stomach. Itâs making yours turn now.
In a way you knew it. You knew you were missing something.
Aemond tosses the cigarette onto the grass and places his hand on your arm. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â
The space behind your eyes is hot and stinging and your hand is trembling. You try to dig your nails into your palm to make it stop. All of it. Your head has tilted down, your eyes are on the concrete tiles, Aemondâs white sneakers. âOkay,â you say.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âStop apologising.â
âI just want to be honest.â
âHmm.â
âI think youâre amazing, I want you to know that. Itâs just not the right time for me.âÂ
He looks at you, a combination of sadness and hopefulness in his expression. Was he planning on telling you this? Or was he going to stop replying your texts once youâd left his family home?Â
Heâs stroking his thumb along your arm. You take a step back.
âIâll see you at dinner, Aemond.â
He calls your name as you walk away. You donât need explanations right now. You donât need honesty. You need to be alone.
Part of you worries heâll follow you down to the poolside. Part of you wants him to. But you know he wonât. Why would he? When you reach the sunloungers, you look back to the patio and Aemond is gone. You look around you, at this beautiful garden this beautiful house, the trickle and hum of the pool filter, itâs all so perfect. This whole summer has been perfect. But it was always going to end.
Aemond doesnât show up for dinner. Aegon says heâs got a headache and that heâs going to take the dogs for a walk.
Most of the other guests are leaving tomorrow, the Velaryons, the Wyldes, the Lannisters, and everyone wants to make the most of the night. Itâs like a Christmas party, jokes and toasts, stories reminiscing better times, declarations of hopes for the future. Helaena sits beside you and keeps asking you all sorts of questions to keep you engaged in the conversation. You put on your best smile. âI loved that little bakery in town⊠I canât believe I got to stay in a castle, I feel like a Princess⊠alright, I admit it, Aegon has good taste in films.â
You try to ignore the empty space at the head of the table.
Is it better that he said no then and there? Imagine if heâd taken you up on the offer, if youâd gone for dinner or drinks, if youâd ended up at his place or yours. Would it hurt more if he told you a week or a month down the line? Would it have been better if none of this had happened in the first place?
You tell yourself not to regret it. It was good in the moment. It was fun and exciting, it was good to feel wanted for once, and being with him made you happy. You thought it made him happy too.
Dinner is followed by drinks in the drawing room. You join in for a while, until Aegon, Daeron and Helaena want to go down to the beach, one last time for summerâs sake. The sun is still setting and it's mild out. You and Helaena swap your heels for sneakers and wear coats over your dresses, while the boys go in their shirts and slacks.Â
Damp sand shifts under your shoes and a sharp wind stings against the skin of your cheeks and hands. As the sun slips closer to the horizon the sky burns brighter and fiercer. You breathe in the air, the smell of salt, the sound of the waves. Aegon and Daeron run towards the edge of the water, ditching their shoes, flicking seawater at each other, laughing hysterically.
Helaena links her arm through yours.
âIâm going to miss it here,â you say. Being by the sea in Kingâs Landing isnât the same. In the city there are busy harbours, factories and old power stations along the shore. There are some public beaches, none that would offer the same peaceful isolation of right here, right now.Â
âMe too. I miss it every year, but then we come back to it.â
You canât see yourself coming back here. Maybe Viserys will invite your parents again, but by next summer you could have a job, your own life in Kingâs Landing you wonât be able to leave behind for a whole month. And even if you wanted to, this whole place reminds you of Aemond. You imagine Sunfyre and Vhagar running along the beach, pawprints in the sand, Aemond by your side, talking with his hands, retreating into himself when you mentioned Kingâs Landing.
You donât want to be upset about it.
âWeâll hang out in Kingâs Landing,â Helaena says.
A shudder goes through you. âIt wonât be like this,â you say.
âWill it matter where we are? Weâll still be friends.â
You look at her, eyes watering with the wind. She smiles.
âYeah, youâre right, Iâm just being stupid.â
She squeezes your arm. âNo, youâre not.â
âItâs just, Iâve really liked this. Itâs been nice living for myself, not having to think about lectures or exams or what the rest of my life is going to look like, because Iâll figure it out like everyone else. Only it wasnâtâ Iâm leaving and the month is ending. How could I think this feeling was going to last forever?â
A shriek of laughter from the boys catches both of your attentions. Aegonâs fallen on his arse and drenched himself completely.
âIdiots, theyâll get hypothermia,â Helaena mutters with a grin. She turns back to you. âMaybe this is an ending, but maybe itâs the start of something else.â
You nod. You know sheâs right. The world doesnât start or end with a single person, but it still hurts.
âI thought it was weird Aemond wasnât at dinner.â
âYeah, well,â
Helaena looks like she wants to say something, but she pouts her lips, like Aemond does when heâs thinking.Â
Aegon and Daeron call you down to the shore. You slip your shoes off and place your feet in the water, itâs like ice shooting up through your legs. You shriek and giggle, and kick water at Daeron when he tries to splash you.
Aegon puts one arm around Helaena, another soaked arm around yours. âLadies, gent, itâs been a pleasure.â
Youâd forgotten the Targaryens were about to part ways for another year too. Aemond and Helaena will be in the same city, but Daeron has another year left at Citadel Boys and Aegon never seems to stay in one place for very long.
âDonât get all emotional on us, Aeg,â Daeron says.Â
âAnd donât miss me too much when youâre in Oldtown, kiddo.â
âIâm sure heâll survive,â Helaena says.
When you finally reach the top of the path back to the house, shivering and damp, youâre the first to spot someone standing just outside the main doors. You know itâs him, you recognise his silhouette and his posture, the faint glow of a cigarette.
You hang back a little. Aegon and Daeron show off their soaked shirts and wet hair. Helaena gives him a kiss on the cheek and they all head inside.Â
You stare at each other for a moment, alone.
âDid you, um, have a nice evening?â he asks.
âYeah.â
He takes another quick drag. âI was just thinking and, you know, I feel bad about, well, everything.â
Youâre so ready to get out of the cold. All you want is a shower and the weight of your duvet. Youâre too tired to fight this fight. âItâs fine, you were just being honest.â
âBut I donât want you to thinkââ
âI donât want to talk about it,â you say. âI want to go to bed.â
Aemond hangs his head, taps some ash onto the ground.Â
You take a step towards the doors. And stop yourself.Â
âActually, itâs not fine. Youâve spent the whole summer flirting with me, talking me into your bed, making me think you liked me, just to throw it all back in my face?â
Aemond seems utterly perplexed. âNo, gods, donât say it like that,â he says in a harsh whisper.Â
But youâre done being gracious and apologetic. âLike what? Like I was a convenient fuck? Thatâs what this was, wasnât it? And now I look like a complete dickhead for thinking this actually meant something to you.â
âIt doesâ it did.â
Your heart beats furiously in your chest. How could you possibly believe him? âSo you liked me enough for a summer fling, but not enough to keep me around, is that it?â
Aemond tosses his cigarette to the ground and drives it into the gravel with his foot. âIs that really what you think of me?â
âI donât know what to think. Was this all a lie? Were we playing pretend?â
Every time you caught him looking at you, every coffee he brought you when he was grovelling for your forgiveness, every conversation, every time he kissed you, every night you spent in his bed, it wasnât real.
âI like you. I never played up my feelings. I wasnât trying to get something out of you,â he says.
Then why does it have to be so confusing and complicated? Why canât it be enough that you like him and he likes you? Why canât it be enough that you like being with him?Â
Your heart sinks. âIs this about Alys?âÂ
âOh for fuckâs sake, thatâs nothing to do with you.â
âAre you not over her or something?â
âYes! No, Iâ I donât fucking know. I havenât thought about her for months and thenâŠâ
âAnd then what?â
He looks at you like heâs pleading for something. Youâre waiting for him to say he still loves her. Youâre waiting for him to admit you were just a placeholder, someone to fill a missing space. He huffs in frustration, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead.
âDo you still have feelings for her?â
âAre you jealous, is that it?â
You flinch at the harshness of his tone. Jealous of someone youâve never met? Who he never brought up until his brother wanted to be petty? You canât bring yourself to say it outright. If he still loves her or not, the mere mention of her made him withdraw.
Aemond steadies his breathing. He steps into you and your instinct is to back away but you let yourself stand still. His chest is close to yours, your faces inches apart. He doesnât touch you. âThis,â he says, gesturing between the two of you, âthis was good, why canât we leave it at that?â
Then you do back away from him and as you look at him you realise heâs being sincere. Tears stream from your cheeks. You donât gasp for air or try to stop yourself from crying. You canât stay out here in the cold. You canât look at him any longer.
But you look him in the eye one final time, even though it hurts, even though you want nothing more than to lose yourself in his embrace, and say, âmaybe this is for the best. I donât want to live my life afraid of the future.â
You give him another moment to say something, but all he can do is look at you. Thereâs nothing else you want from him. You head inside the house, dried tears on your cheeks, your heart that little bit more guarded, into the warm light of the chandeliers hanging over the entrance hall.
The 31st of October. Itâs 5pm and itâs already dark. Even though the same thing happens every year it somehow manages to surprise you how short the days are in autumn and winter. Youâve watched daylight come and go from behind the counter of the cafe, a job which your dad thinks is a waste of time. You change out of your t-shirt and apron, into some blue jeans, a black sweater and wrap yourself up in a coat and scarf. As you pass the counter to leave one of your colleagues hands you a white paper bag, a slice of pumpkin loaf cake, which youâve been eyeing up all day.
You walk quickly to the bus stop, grateful to see youâve arrived at the same time as the bus, no need to wait in the cold. You find a seat near the back, put some headphones on and take a few bites of the cake, sweet and spicy. Lights and Halloween decorations turn into a blur. You watch people heading home from work, chatting outside pubs, the odd group of girls in fancy dress.
Rain starts to spit against the window as a large white building comes into view. You press the red stop button and stand by the doors as a robotic voiceover will be announcing the next stop as National Museum.
Once youâre off the bus you hurry up the steps to the museumâs main entrance. Someone scans a ticket on your phone, a security guard looks through your bag where heâll only find your work clothes, a bottle of water and some spare mint tea bags.Â
Visiting hours are about to end and the main hall of the museum is practically empty, save for a few statues of Kings and Queens and academics. Itâs eerie. A few voices echo through the pillars and vaulted ceiling. You see some people dressed in suits and smart dresses head up a marble staircase on the other side of the hall and suppose thatâs the direction youâll be heading in too. There are signs to help as well, pointing you towards the Tyrell Lecture Hall.Â
Your phone buzzes as you head towards the doors. You fumble to turn it on silent and check an incoming text message. Dyana, from work, the two of you became fast friends when you started working at the cafe: Offerâs still there for tonight btw!! Would be great if you came xx
But then I understand if you wanna spend Halloween talking about dead people. Very fitting lol
You walk towards the door to the lecture hall while looking down at your phone. The book launch ends at 8pm. People probably wonât show up to Dyanaâs until 9pm. You could make it. But you donât have a costume. You could go back to your place first. But thenâ
Knowing that youâre probably a few steps from walking face first into the doors to the lecture hall, you look up. Someone is holding the door open. You make eye contact with a single blue eye.
âHi,â Aemond says. Heâs in a black turtleneck jumper which accentuates his jaw beautifully. He has a purple lanyard around his neck and a brown coat thrown over his arm. His hair has grown since August.
âHi,â you say, without taking a breath.
âYouâre here for the book launch?â
âYeah,â you say, peering inside where people are taking their seats on rows of ornate wooden benches around the main stage.
âI didnât know you were interested in Valryian history?â
âIâm not to be honest, I just thought it would be interesting, especially after spending the summer at DragonstoneâŠâ
An awkward silence falls between you.Â
Youâre still looking at each other and Aemond suddenly smiles. âHow are you? You look good,â
You raise an eyebrow.
He clears his throat and runs his free hand through his hair. âI meant, have you found a job yet?â His cheeks and the tip of nose are turning pink.
âI did. Not the one my parents were expecting, but I wanted some time to figure things out, go to book launches and exhibitions and plays, you know?â
âWhatâs the job?â
âIâm working in a cafe on Sisters Street, Blue Moon.â
His eye brightens. âNo way, on Sisterâs Street? I pass that place all the time, itâs right by my department building, I keep meaning to go in.â
You try not to frown, but the Red Keep, the main office for Targ Corp, sits on Aegonâs Hill overlooking Blackwater Bay, a good distance from Sisters Street. âDepartment building?â
âYeah, so, right, I spent one week working for my father and I hated it. It was all very last minute and my father was furious but I enrolled in a curation course at Kingâs College.â He holds up his lanyard to show you and sure enough, itâs attached to a student ID card.
âWow, Aemond, thatâs amazing.â
âI was thinking about what you said, actually, about not being afraid to live life.â
You wince. That was the last thing you had said to him, until now. You said that because you were upset and frustrated at him, at his ridiculous logic, that he would end something to avoid an outcome neither of you could be sure of. With time and space to think, youâd realised he had done it for himself, not for you. It hadnât saved you from the heartbreak, but maybe that was your fault for getting your hopes up. And to hear him say it back to you is a bittersweet feeling.
âIâm really happy for you,â you say.
Itâs getting close to the start of the presentation, the other attendees are settling down but you canât quite bring yourself to walk through the door yet.
Aemond lets the door close so the two of you are alone in the hallway. âLook, I know weâre about to go in, but Iâve thought a lot about youâ
You press your jaw together. The morning you left Dragonstone he didnât show his face at breakfast. He didnât come to the entrance hall as you were leaving. When Helaena followed you outside and walked with you to your parentsâ car, you took a final look at the facade of the castle, at all the individual windows and saw nothing. You thought he wanted to forget you, to move on and leave you in the memory of summer.
âI wasnât fair to you. And you were right, I was afraid. I was scared of having something good in my life because I thought, whatâs the point? Itâs not going to last forever.â
âBut isnât the alternative worse?âÂ
âWell, exactly. Helaena says Iâm on the right path if I want to be miserable forever.â
âThat sounds promising,â you say lightheartedly.
The corners of his mouth curl shyly. âTurns out, I might not want to be miserable forever.â
Being so close to him is comforting and disorientating. Youâve thought about him too, cried over him, thought about what it would be like to kiss him again, to put your head on his chest, pictured a moment when you might run into him by chance. Heâs wearing the same aftershave he did in August, underneath a faint smell of smoke and mint.Â
Youâve forgiven him before. Could you do it again?
âIâm sorry too. I shouldnât have pressed you about Alys, it wasnât my place.â
Aemond tilts his head. âItâs alright. I thought I was over the whole thing, but then I met you and it messed with my head.â
âOh, sorry,â
âNo, sweetheart,â he laughs, ânot in a bad way. I know I fucked it when we first met, but the more you were around, the more time I spent with you, all I wanted was for you to like me. I hadnât felt like that in a long time.â
The sound of applause erupts from inside the hall. Dr Orwyle will be about to start his presentation.
Aemond offers his hand to you. âCome sit with me?â he says, and you take it.
You sit together and find seats near the back. Dr Orwyle is a professor at Kingâs College, presenting his book The Doom of an Empire. He talks about Old Valyria, its presence as the greatest empire of the ancient world, ruled from a capital built into a volcano, the legends of dragon lords and bloodmages.
In the corner of your eye you see Aemond turning his head towards you occasionally. You catch his eye and he smiles.
As Dr Orwyle starts to talk about the final days of Valyria and the mystery of a disaster known as The Doom, you shuffle in your seat and your leg brushes against Aemondâs. You take a breath and let yourself settle against him.
Aemond is practically bursting with questions for a Q&A portion, and Orwyle recognises him as a member of the Kingâs College History society. You canât help but feel proud seeing Aemond so animated talking about something that he loves.Â
You wait with Aemond to get his copy of the book signed and heâs still talking excitedly about an upcoming exhibition on the Valyrian Freehold, which heâs convinced his father to sponsor and loan pieces to.
And when the event is finished, you and Aemond slip your coats on and walk through the museum, his arm in yours. The rain that was starting as you arrived has lulled into a drizzle. You wait under the cover of the grand archway over the museumâs entrance.Â
You look up at him, trying to bury his chin in his coat, keeping close to you when he sees you shivering.Â
Noise exists in the space around you, cars, buses, tyres against the wet roads, music from a pub on the other side of the road. You and Aemond are removed from it, standing on the steps of an ancient building. His voice is gentle and youâre close enough to hear it.
âHow are you getting home?â he asks.
âIâll get the bus.â
âYou could alwaysâ Iâd be more than happy to give you a lift?â
âNo, itâs fine, but thank you.â
âWould you text me when youâre home, so I know youâre safe?âÂ
A warmth blooms in your chest. âYeah, of course.â
You wonder if this could be the last time you see him. Maybe heâs thinking the same. You look towards the bus stop, anticipating that it could show up any moment. You wonder if Dyanaâs texted you again, if sheâll be waiting for you to show up at the party. You tell yourself you should go but you donât want to walk away from him.Â
âI think you should stop by Blue Moon sometime,â you say.Â
âYeah?â
âI can get you a discount on pumpkin spice lattes.â
âDamn, I donât suppose getting you coffee to apologise will work the same now.â
âNo chance.â You let yourself close the distance between you, your chest pressed into his and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. His skin is warm against your lips, his breath hot over your ear. You feel his hands at your waist. âBut Iâm sure youâll figure something out.â
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Better Man
Summary:Jason fucks up one to many times, luckily there is Eddie who is happy to pick up the pieces.
Warnings: Older Eddie x Reader. (reader is in her 20's, Eddie is thirty eight) age gap, 18 + Minors shoo! Kinda mean Eddie, then Soft Eddie. Modern fic.
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Jason was such a loser. He had been caught flirting with a few girls at the Halloween party they had attended together and you had left him.
Finally.
It had been weeks of making up, breaking up and just a plain, toxic vibe. You deserved better and wanted out.
You went to the one person who you knew would understand. Who could make it better. Who pleasured you, fulfilled you in ways that Jason could never ever do
Eddie.
He opens the door to his trailer and your stomach flips, filling with butterflies at the sight of him.
Fuck, he was so sexy.
His hair is in a messy bun, he's shirtless, wearing slacks and there's a smirk on his face.
"Hey pretty girl" his brown eyes rake over your body and you shiver in excitement.
"Hi" you're breathless with anticipation, knowing what the night entails. Knowing its Eddie you really want and not Jason dickhead Carver.
"The dickhead mess up again?" you nod and feel shy under his scrutinizing gaze. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and cocks his eyebrow.
"We're done"
"The boy can't satisfy you so you coming running to me again princess?" he tsks and you pause, unsure if he wants you here.
Maybe he has another woman over? You weren't exclusive or anything. Even though you had fallen quickly for Eddie, the two of you only started as a casual hook up.
Eddie's uncle was friends with your family, that's how you got to know Eddie. His reputation proceeded him, he was hot as fuck, had women wrapped around his finger and he knew it.
One look in his big doe brown eyes and you found it hard not to melt, you resisted. Just barely.
The thought of someone with him made your stomach ache, your heart clench.
"Do you want me to go? If you have someone with you, I don't want to interrupt" his features soften and he chuckles.
"I see that look in your eyes sweetheart, you jealous of all that shit?" you look away, shrugging and he tugs the waistband of your jeans so your close to him.
"I like when you're jealous sweet girl, gets me all fucking hot" he kisses you before you can respond and leads you to his bedroom.
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Eddie has your arms pinned above your head, there's a mean, mocking smile on his face.
"So Carver couldn't satisfy you princess and you come to me" he teases as he thrusts inside you hard.
"Eddie, please, need you" You moan and he begins to move, slowly.
"You just love when my cock is buried in you huh? Such a greedy, greedy girl" he mocks as he drags his thrusts out until your a mewling mess underneath him.
He wants you to beg, you refuse to give in but the ache you feel is growing stronger.
"Eddie" you whine and he moves a little faster this time.
"Uh, uh princess. You're being so rude. I didn't hear please" he coos and you huff, desperate for release and begin to grind yourself against him, gritting out "please" as you do so.
His eyes fill with lust and he moves faster, hips snapping against yours as you both move together.
"You feel so fucking good sweetheart, tight. Mine"
The sensations going through your body is delicious and by the time you reach your climax, you're screaming into Eddie's shoulder, legs shaking from how intense the orgasm was.
Eddie soon follows, spilling into you. His hand gripping yours and an awed look on his face, he slowly pulls out and lays beside you.
You lay together for a moment before he speaks, his fingers caressing your hair.
"There's no one else princess, not for a while. Only you" it answers your question and at the same time your heart is racing as you think of the implications on what he said.
He presses a kiss to your lips and takes his sweet ass time, kissing every inch of your body as he makes his way down to the apex of your thighs.
Before you can ask about what he said your phone lights up with a call. Ugh. Jason.
Eddie's eyes darken and he glares at the phone.
"Answer it" he tells you and continues teasing near your clit. You pout.
"Do I have to? I think I gave the asshole the message earlier. I wish he'd leave me alone"
Wasn't dumping your drink on him and giving his cocky, condescending face a slap enough of a message? It certainly was a cathartic moment for you.
You answer the phone and immediately Jason is yelling and belittling you, Eddie stills when he hears Jason yelling at you.
"Will you fuck off Jason. I told you we're done for good" You snap at him losing patience.
"Tell him to talk nicer to you or I'll knock his teeth down his throat" Eddie growls and the protectiveness in his tone makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.
"Who's that? You bitch!" Jason yells and Eddie gestures for the phone, which you give to him curious at what he will say.
"Listen here dickhead. She's not interested, Infact, I'm currently between her thighs and making her scream, which is more than a limp dick fuck like you ever could"
Jason goes silent. You can almost picture that agog expression on his face.
"Eddie Munson. She's fucking you?" he squeals and Eddie smiles.
"Let's get this straight here Carver, she is my girl. I don't like to share, fuck off and stop bothering her or I will be very pissed off and have to tell you in person. Wouldn't want you to shit your pants or anything. We clear?"
Jason gulps. "Crystal" Jason hangs up and you dissolve into giggles and sit up, leaning over to kiss Eddie.
"That was kinda hot. Also I'm your girl?" you say teasing him but full of hope and he kisses you, leaving you a little breathless.
"I want to be with you sweetheart. You've gone and stolen my heart. I adore you and I'll treat you better than that Carver idiot ever could"
Thrilled you kiss him, nodding happily and his arms wrap around yours as you cuddle into him and he kisses your forehead.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#mean eddie#eddie smut#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fluff#older eddie munson
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Please more sugardaddy moonwater hcs. Pls!!
this might get long sorry (but this is kinda what i wanna write next so pls give me feedback) xoxo
they met through a sugar daddy website that james showed to remus one night (he's on it and is absolutely not telling him that he's met a guy)
remus is so embarrassed at first, he was on tinder like twice and had bad dates because of it so he isn't exactly confident this will work but he does get a lot of attention
he gets messages from kinda old guys, and a few older women, that are either way too pushy with what they want in return for an 'allowance' or just kinda creepy and he almost deletes it
then he gets a message off of someone young, maybe his age, and he's gorgeous
remus is so sure its a scam, no one can look that good and be on an app like this but he messages them anyway when they say hi first, and he asks about them and the guy is regulus arcturus black (he gives his full name, he's a loser) and he's literally just looking for company and someone to spend money on, nothing in return, he doesn't need it
remus is kinda shook because like what?? how is this guy lonely he must have friends but turns out regulus just has rich friends that can buy their own things, he doesn't have anyone to spend time with other than when he goes to family events which he hates
and remus is like okay,,,,maybe drinks first and regulus sends him the location of probably the nicest bar in london and remus is close to passing out because he cannot afford this at all but he said he'd go
he wears his nicest outfit (its a brown jumper and some nice trousers and his converse, he cant afford anything else rn because his cat started a hunger strike against the food he's had for a year and remus had to upgrade, kids eh?)
regulus is already there because he is never a minute late, and checking his rolex thinking he's been stood up but remus runs in like 'hi im so sorry i missed the train hi' and regulus is in love already, just straight up his heart starts hammering in his chest because not only is remus gorgeous in a weird, dorky way but he's just...he's adorable
regulus is calm tho, think levi ackerman levels of expression, he just kinda sits there arms folded and asks remus questions about his life and what he would like as an allowance and remus is just,,,confused?
he asks why regulus wants to spend his money on him and regulus insists he's bored (he's so fucking lonely and wants someone around him to dote on) and just needs a date to events as his parents are giving him shit for being single at 26
remus is unsure but decides fuck it, james can probably throw hands if regulus tried anything, and they agree to attend some gala together for regulus' family and remus says he'll have to get new clothes and regulus then sets up a date the next day to buy him an outfit and its a lil montage of regulus giving remus clothes to try its very cute
and is remus confused and guilt ridden for this man spending money on him? yeah, duh, but also he doesn't have to pay his bills anymore, he has amazing clothes, his stress levels are so fucking low than before, and he likes regulus....he really really likes him
and regulus is getting what he wants, but also he has remus lupin as eye candy and that's an added bonus, and god remus is so adorable and nerdy and he wants to climb him like a tree
also yes remus sees james at the event and he's like what the fuck are you doing here and turns out james is with HIS sugar daddy, aka regulus' brother and its a whole ordeal
and maybe one night regulus invites remus to stay with him for the night because its too late to get the train and he doesn't really want to let remus go and maybe they drink wine and maybe they touch just to see what its like and maybe MAYBE they kiss and make out and fuck slow and deep and then AND THENâ
i might write more if people like this idk,,,,
#the marauders#mail#regulus black#remus lupin#moonwater#moonseeker#fic: iyhm#maybe??? we'll see where my brain goes with this one
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âONE OF YOUR GIRLS.
pairing: lucy bronze x reader, (alexia putellas x reader)
synopsis: the only reason is simply because you are both heartbroken, lonely, and desperate.
word count: 1.9k
a/n: i gave myself a 1k word limit on this and i failed miserably. literally why is it so hard for me to write a 1k essay for school but not this
You started to learn Lucyâs routine only a few weeks after she started coming around. Like clockwork, it didnât matter how late you went to bed, she would always be up before eight. Sometimes, it would be to go downstairs for a swim in the freezing cold outdoor pool in her apartment complex. âHelps me wake up and think clearerâ, she would explain. Sometimes, it would just be to sit in the living room with a coffee in hand, watching videos of the team you and her would be playing later in the day. Other timesâand it was always a treat when she didâit would be to stay in bed with you, and watch you wake up.
Those were the times in which you felt like what you had with Lucy resembled most like a relationship, due to the sheer amount of domesticity of it. The way she would take time out of the day to lay a few extra minutes with you made it feel concrete like what you were doing was worth the time. But that wasnât the goalâa relationship.
âI forgot to bring my stuff last night,â you whispered, suddenly remembering the lack of gear you brought over to Lucyâs apartment. You had hastily stuffed the necessities into a crossbody bag when she texted.
âItâs alright. We can drive by later and pick it up on our way to training.â
âWeâre gonna arrive together? What if people see?â
Everyone else at Barcelona didnât know, of course, because you couldnât even begin to explain what the fuck transpired between you two. It was no relationship, but it was no ordinary friendship either. A special kind of friendship, maybe, but not entirely the kind people would think of if you described it as such . . .
Lucyâs lips pursed, and she contemplated for a moment. After a few seconds, she turned towards the window, the morning sun washed white behind the milky blinds.
âI donât really care, to be honest,â her chest rose quickly with an exhale. âWhy have we got to explain ourselves to people anyway? Kinda tired of it.â
You knew she meant having to deal with the looks her ex would give her. She had been chasing after Keira, trying to make amends for a long time. You knew that, she told you everything.
It made you think about your own situation. You were still very much in love with your own ex, but Alexia has since moved on with a mutual friend, and your conversations were reduced to strictly work nowadays. The way she started treating you after the breakup wasnât dissimilar to how an older teenager treats her younger, annoying little sibling; with avoidance and an overly sense of self-importance. It made you despise her ten times more than you already did, but you also yearned for her attention, because it was what you have aligned your life with for a while.
But you supposed you had a typeâolder women with avoidance issuesâwhich was why you were here with Lucy.
âKeira asked me about you the other day,â you said on the car ride to the training ground. You sat in Lucyâs passenger seat. âShe was wondering how you were doing. Said you never talk to her anymore.â
Lucy scoffed and turned back to you. âCan we talk about something else?â
âLike what?â
âLike how you actually look so fit in my shirt.â
You let the snort escape your nose but leaned towards her in the passenger seat. âItâs literally a plain black T-shirt, Luce.â
ââXactly,â Her cheeks creased with a grin. âMakes me almost want to fancy you.â
âAlmost.â
âAlmost,â Lucy said.
Almost.
You and Lucy have always had a friendship filled with banter. Heart-to-hearts rarely happenedâmaybe before and after important matches, or international ones in which one of you had to be the loserâbut you appreciated her easygoing nature and how it has shaped your relationship.
If you were a bit closer in age, if you werenât already with Alexia, and she with Keira at the same time, you reckoned you would have gone for her. Youâd always found her attractive.
âYouâre too young for me, Y/N,â Lucy had told you once.
âIâm just saying,â you had put your hands up. âIf youâre ever desperate enough, I could be like one of your girls.â
Lucy only laughed. Perhaps desperate was the wrong word to use. Lucy Bronze could never get that desperate so as to seek you out for company. No, everything would have to be on her terms.
You agreed with her, though. A nine-year age gap might have been a bit too much, but Lucy wasnât just like any other 32-year-old.
But you were in love with Alexia. You still were, and your coupling with Lucy might have just been a ploy to piss her off, but your captain didnât need to know that. Just seeing the not-so-subtle looks she sends your way whenever you are too touchy with Lucy was enough to satiate your grudge.
It seemed the joke wasnât merely a joke, not to Lucy, because one night, she called you. You had never seen Lucy cry, at least not in person, and she was the type of person to let people see her cry only for her profession, never something in her personal life.
Every joke on your tongue died the moment you saw her blotchy, red face at your front door.
âI didnât know who else to call.â
Really?
She could have called anyone on the team and they would happily offer her comfort. That was the charisma that Lucy wielded, and you were willing to bet there were other members of the team who were much better than you at comforting someone.
âI think Iâm just unlovable.â
You led her inside and offered her a glass of water. I think Iâm just unlovable. Her words echoed in your mind as you scrambled to find any words that would be comforting to her at that moment. How do you convince someone that they werenât their flaws when you yourself struggled with the same insecurities? If Lucy even had those doubts about herself, how could you ever get out of it?
âI think Iâm unlovable too.â
You didnât know whether that was comforting or just rubbing salt in her wound, but Lucy exhaled shakily, for the first time looking at you in a way unlike that of teammates, or even friends.
Unlike a friend would, you lifted your hand and wiped away the tear on her cheek with the pad of your thumb, and unlike a friend would, you leaned in and kissed her slowly.
Kissing Lucy was exhilarating. She was eager and rough, and soft and gentle. It made you almost want to fall in love with her. She was tired, so you climbed on her lap and led the way, and all her burdens faded into oblivion, at least for the night.
When you both arrived at training, only a few of your teammates were there in the locker room, and most of them didnât seem to notice you coming in together anyway. Pina, though, found you across the room.
âDid you hear?â She said quietly.
âWhat?â
âAlexia has been with the physios since like 9 this morning.â
âWhy? What happened?â You tried not to sound too eager, or worried.
âI donât know, but I walked past and I think she was crying.â
When you came into the rehab center, a physio greeted you with a smile. You returned it as your eyes quickly found the only person lying down on a bed, hiding her face in the crook of her arm.
âHey, capitana,â you said in Spanish. âYou sleep here last night or something?â
You saw the way her jaw ticked, and looking down, noticed the bandages wrapped around her knee, the ACL one.
âYou didnât happen to bring any coffee in, did you?â She said groggily. âI could use a sip.â
âNo coffee, sorry. Iâm trying to wean myself off of it.â
âYou said that a thousand times before.â
You put your hands in your pockets and leaned against the bed. âWhatâs wrong?â
She let out a sigh and removed her arm. âTheyâre making me sit out Saturdayâs game. Theyâre scared I might mess something up.â
You nodded, because you understood exactly why. Another ACL problem would be detrimental to her career in ways that you didnât want to think about. âItâs better to be sure,â you shrugged.
âIâve fucked my knee, Y/N,â Alexia said, inhaling shakily. âThatâs what it is.â
You couldnât imagine having to live with the anxiety, tiptoeing around your own knees, afraid it might give out any second again. Even the smallest discomfort could spell trouble, and the slightest movement could trigger the injury to worsen.
You opted not tell Lucy about your conversation with Alexia, because you wanted to keep it to yourself. As useless as that might be, that was the first genuine conversation youâve had with your ex in about a year. Youâve learned not to take it to heart, though, because you knew youâd disappoint yourself when Alexia eventually goes back to treating you like a kid.
You made a conscious effort not to think about her when you called Lucy over for a hookup, but when she was knuckles-deep inside you, you couldnât think of anything else but the pleasure.
Laying back and staring at the ceiling, you drew deep breaths as you came down from your high.
âYou okay?â Lucy asked.
âYeah,â you nodded. âHold me?â
She smiled and gathered you in her arms before kissing you sweetly. âDid something happen with Alexia?â
âNo.â Nothing happened, really, but maybe it was because nothing happened that made you so distraught. âMaybe in another universe, where youâre not you and Iâm not me, I would take you on a date tomorrow, maybe weâd be happier.â
âWell, why wonât you do it in this universe?â
You shrugged and settled back against her chest. âBecause Iâm me and youâre you. But mostly, because I am me.â
Lucy didnât answer. She knew as much as anyone that once youâve made your mind up, there was no swaying it, and that she didnât have the energy in her to either. Instead, she leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead, wishing youâd find it in you somewhere to see yourself the way she sees you.
It would take some time until then, though, as only a few weeks later, she saw you hand-in-hand with Alexia coming to practice. Apparently, Alexiaâs girlfriend was no more and you got what you wanted. It was okay, though, because Lucy found comfort in Ona, about to go on a second date with her the next day. You might have almost gotten the love youâd always desired with her, but it was just that, an almost.
#lucy bronze x reader#lucy bronze imagines#lucy bronze imagine#lucy bronze#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas imagines#woso imagines#woso fanfics#alexia putellas
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SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS / HEADCANONS ABOUT MAX COOPERMAN
just realized that aside from jake, most of max's relationships with people were either superficial or transactional which he probably just thought was normal growing up as a rich kid who was a "loser" learning that ppl only liked him when he had something to give them.
of course, when he was younger everyone loved to go to his birthday parties b/c his parents were loaded and they always planned something extravagant to try and make up for the fact they were never really around but, as he got older his parents stopped really caring to put on those parties. after that, no one bothered to give max any attention or befriend him unless they saw his wealth as something useful, or just brought him around so he could be the butt of the joke. and the second they got what they wanted from him they discarded him. being the kind-hearted and naive boy he is, he doesn't really fully grasp it until after ryan beats him to a pulp. he brushes off what happens but it honestly profoundly affects him from then on.
he thought ryan was a friend but turns out he was just being taken advantage of, his parents didn't care to come see him in the hospital despite how serious his condition was, and jake, the only genuine friend he ever had, ends up leaving (prolly bc college) and max later refers to him in passing as "a guy i brought up back in the day" which hints that they likely don't talk anymore.
so college starts. a fresh slate. max guards himself with this macho (with a very small hint of being an asshole) persona. he's got a leadership position as the RA of his floor, got two nerdy "friends" that are very reminiscent of ryan and his guys (remember when they snicker along with him at mike?), and a semi-famous reputation online. he loses weight the summer before college and decides to stop fighting (probably caused by the trauma from ryan) but we see he uses hand grips so even he definitely wants to keep himself strong for his physique and to protect himself. though max is still fairly lean which is likely an insecurity for him. the last thing he ever wants to be seen as is a dork.
let's not even talk about how being conditioned like this affects his views on women and relationships. first off in highschool he only gets attention from baja's friends b/c of his association with jake, then in college he gets all this attention because he's "attractive" now and has this cool car, dorm and fame due to the fighting videos + promotions. he's (mostly) only ever made out with drunk women at parties or events that just throw themselves at him but it never goes further than that.
he likely has made himself believe that he should think of women as prizes (again as awful as ryan was max kind of molds his new self with his influences subconsciously. he had the kind of attention, the girls, the intimidation factor max aspires to have), but if a girl were to ever genuinely like him it would fry his brain. he wouldn't understand the idea of someone wanting to spend time with him, even if he wasn't really doing anything. to intently listen to him and partake in his interests. or how much happier you'd look after just going on a walk around campus with him vs. when he bought you jewelry or flowers.
it left him with a feeling he only experienced once before when jake saved him, and went after ryan.
it just clicks for him like-
oh. this is how it feels to be genuinely cared for.
it's not soon after he realizes that you tell him you love him for the first time, while cuddling in bed (he's sure his mother used to say it to him when he was younger but he honestly can't really remember anymore-- the most communication he has with his parents now is the deposits into his bank account).
once the door closes, and you've left for your classes.. he feels the lingering heat of your lips, your words echoing in his head and the way you looked at him...
and he cries.
#goddamnit i made myself cry again#im sorry I've been talking to a max bot these few days and my heart breaks for him#guys im so evil idk why i did this#MAX COOPERMAN I WILL GIVE YOU THE LOVE YOU DESERVE#AHHHHH#someone SOMEONE PLS TELL HIM THAT HE'S LOVED JUST AS WHO HE IS#evan peters#evan peters fandom#never back down#max cooperman#max cooperman x reader#this is honestly just a poorly written ramble idk
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