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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Minotaur x fem!readerâfingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing
Pt1 Pt2
You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didnât help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.
The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. Heâd take you next time. And boy, you couldnât wait for the day. Maybe heâd bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people youâve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?
As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your bossâ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.
But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.
You couldnât help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. Itâs then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.
âHey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Couldâve just taken me right here,â the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.
âHuh?â
âIâm the Minotaur Bossâ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,â the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.
A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that youâre positive he didnât mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear youâre not always like this.
Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.
âT-the boss, thatâs it! Do you know where his office is? I need himâ need to see him immediately,â you say desperately, hands flying to the secretaryâs hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.
âOh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if youâre willing to see him. You only go in there if youâve been really bad⊠or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âPlease, I really need his help,â you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think heâs about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.
But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.
âFine, you donât want me? Then have him! Heâs right over there and heâs inside. Good luck,â he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.
You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didnât think it was anyway.
What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.
Just as youâre about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff âget in here!â The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?
Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.
âHello, sir, Iâmââ
âI know who you are. Youâre the new hire,â Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.
He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.
âOnly your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.â
âIâm sorry, itâs just been such a hectic morning,â you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.
The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear youâre about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given youâre sure you canât do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.
âAnd you donât think weâve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.â
While you donât think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what heâs saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.
âYes, sir,â you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.
Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Itâs like heâs almost doing it on purpose. But no, that canât be. He couldnât want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.
âNow I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,â Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.
Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond heâs flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as youâre immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.
Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths âI told you so.â But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.
You jump as your bossâ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick thatâs gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know heâs tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet youâre frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.
He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesnât hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.
âI can tell your pussyâs been used well here, so willing to let me in. This cityâs been treating you good, hunny.â
You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.
Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You canât help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didnât even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.
Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.
When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds youâre already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your bossâ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you
âWhat a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think Iâm gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,â he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.
Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you donât even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.
âOooohâ nnghâ god! Oh god! Fuck,â you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.
Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.
âLouder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,â he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.
Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what heâs doing to you to the whole room. And you donât dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till youâre sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.
âH-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?â You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers whoâve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.
âOne of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,â your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what heâs talking about. Itâs hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.
âA what?â
âFree use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,â Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But itâs hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.
âBut I didnâtâŠâ
Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.
âYou saying you didnât know?â
All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows youâre getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.
âWell what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.â
As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.
Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.
But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldnât have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter⊠and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.
âWhereâ where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need⊠to seeâ to talk to him immediately,â you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.
Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked âConference room D.â
âIn the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the momentâŠâ
With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe itâs all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else tooâŠ
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company of misfits â tp!daryl
a/n: thank u nonnie for sending this request in !! i absolutely love writing the tp!trio honestly, their banter is some of the best. even when reader is in a bad mood đ„ș
i hope you enjoyed, and i hope i did your request justice ! if you guys did enjoy, please donât forget to like, reblog, and/or comment, and give me a follow if you want to see more of my work ! i always appreciate the support ! and as always, my ask box is open ! i will link it below
summary: reader has a bad day, and the dixon brothers know just how to make it more bearable.
requested: anon requested; hii dear!! could you write some fluff in the tp!daryl au, where reader has a bad day and is in a very bad mood, and the brothers notice that and try to cheer them up? (they have no idea what to do but they are trying their best)
word count: 1,011
warnings: swearing, alcohol
resources: divider by @/adornedwithlight
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you trudged up the dirt path through the trailer park, the weight on your shoulders from the day hanging heavy as you made your way towards your trailer. the sun was high in the afternoon skyâ and having just worked a ridiculously long shift at the local diner, you were just done with the day; even though it wasnât over yet.
as you neared your trailer, you noticed the dixon brothers outside theirs, beers in hand as they chatted lazily. daryl was the first to notice you, his blue eyes immediately trained on your figure. he noticed how your shoulders were slumped, your face showed no emotion, and he could just tell you had a shit day. he had seen that look on you before. merle, oblivious as ever, was busy recounting some story from his time in lockup. but daryl nudged him with his foot, nodding his head towards your figure as you made your way into your trailerâ praying your dad wasnât home, because that would just add to the mountain of shit on your shoulders.
both daryl and merle stood up and made their way towards your trailer, letting themselves in. they knew your dad wasnât home, because they had seen him leave earlier in his old pickup. where he had gone? they didnât bother to ask, because why would they speak to a piece of shit like him. your head turned when you heard the door open, spotting the two dixon brothers, and the corner of your lips quirked ever so slightly. you enjoyed their company, but you didnât really want to be around anyone right now.
âhey, sunshine, whatâs eatinâ at ya?â merle was the first to speakâ like always âhis usual grin plastered across his lips. you didnât respond, just shrugged your shoulders a little as you plopped onto the couch, head tilting back as you looked at the ceiling. the two brothers followed your lead, sitting down on either side of you, and you internally groaned. they wouldnât give up until you told them what was wrong.
daryl looked to his brother for guidance, a pointed look on his face as his eyes flickered from merle, to you. âyou think i know how to deal with shit like this?â he mouthed back to daryl, and the younger dixon rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to you. he didnât know how to handle situations like this either. feelings werenât his strong point.
sighing in annoyance, merle spoke up. âwhatâs the problem? yer face looks like ya lost a fight with a wasp next.â the analogy made your brows furrow as you looked at merle. he always said some odd shit that you never understood.
âjust had a bad day, alright?â you muttered, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared forward, eyes trained on the blank screen of the television in front of you. merle rubbed the back of his neck, looking to daryl for backup this time.
daryl sighed softly, and tried a softer approach. âanything we can do to help?â his voice was quieter, less teasing than his older brotherâs.
you shook your head, but the gesture was half-hearted. you didnât want to burden them with your problems that seemed so large, yet so minuscule at the same time. ânot unless you can fix the world in the next five minutes,â you scoffed a little, chewing on your bottom lip.
merle, always the smart ass, grinned widely. âwell, darlinâ, i ainât no miracle worker but i could try.â
before you could retort, he disappeared from the living room of your trailer, straight out the door, leaving you and daryl in confused yet curious silence. he watched you figdet with your hands, sensing you were on edgeâ but he didnât know how to fix it.
âyou donât gotta talk about it,â he said finally, his voice low, âbut you donât gotta deal with it alone either.â
you looked over at him, wondering when he had become so wise. but there was something earnest in his expression that made your heart softenâ just a little. merle returned before you could say anything back though, a bottle of whiskey and a few cups in his hands. âaight, so maybe i canât fix the world, but i sure as hell can make it go down a bit smoother.â
you watched as he messily poured the liquid into the cups, handing the first one to you as he gave you a wink. âitâs like medicine, but the fun kind.â
you couldnât help the small smile on your lips, despite yourself. âyou think whiskey is gonna solve my problems?â you asked, looking up at him with an amused look.
merle clinked his cup against yours, an eager grin on his lips. âno, but itâll make âem real fuzzy for a bit, anâ sometines thatâs all ya need.â
daryl rolled his eyes, but spoke up anyway. âheâs right, yâknow? âbout makinâ thinks fuzzy.â and you wondered when both of those boys had become so wise in their odd little ways. maybe it was because they knew how to handle bad days without having to confront their issues. they just forgot, in a sense.
for the first time that day, the weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter. it wasnât the whiskey or the dumb jokes merle kept making, and it wasnât darylâs quiet, steady presence at your side. it was all of it togetherâ their clumsy, awkward attempts at cheering you up that actually worked. you took a long drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol chase away that lingering frustration.
âthanks,â you spoke, glancing at the two ot them. âi needed this.â
merle clapped you on the back, grinning like a fool. âthatâs what weâre here for, sweetheart! doin the lordâs work, one drink at a time.â
daryl shook his head, but you saw the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he didnât need to say anything more. just being there, sitting with you in the fading light, was enough.
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He Knows Better | Finnick Odair x Reader
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Summary: Finnick tells himself not to get close to you, because what is the point? But when you survive your games he finds that he can't stop thinking about you. When he finally comes to see you, you're in pieces, and he swears to himself he will put you back together, no matter the costs. Find part 2 here: Should've Known
Content Warnings/Tags: Mentions of prostitution/sex trafficking, angst, Finnick deserving better, crying, bad representation of a panic attack, not proofread
Word Count: 1.6k
Requested by Anon: I loveeeee love love love your Finnick fic. It was the perfect mix of sweet and so angstyyyyy !! I'm having constant Finnick brainrot đ I was wondering what you think about writing a finnick Ă reader fic sort of loosely based on Hozier's "It Will Come Back" where reader is maybe a tribute or another Victor and the first person to show Finnick softness and kindness without asking for anything in return in so long and he's like "dont let me in with no intention to keep me" and "dont be kind to me" and he just is totally feral and obsessed with the reader ? You're such a talented writer !! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
A/N: There is this Dutch expression which goes âthe monkey comes out of the sleeveâ loosely meaning the hidden meaning is revealed and I couldn't for the life of me think of the English equivalent that made sense to me, so, well, I hope the story is coherent. As usual, divider by @saradika
He remembers first seeing you, you were so young, but to be fair, so was he. In previous years he had always become quick friends with the tributes he was supposed to mentor, how could he not? But it didn't take him long to figure out that they never made it back, and while the company was nice for a while, the hurt in the end wasn't worth it anymore. There's something about you that he can't quite place, but it doesn't matter, because he's not going to get attached. When you first stepped into the training hall you didn't look scared, you didn't even look excited, no, you looked like you had made peace.Â
He didn't get to talk to you much, you spend most of your training with Mags, not learning how to fight, but learning how to survive. And every time he watched you, he watched how your eyes lit up when learned how to filter water, he watched how proud Mags was of you each time. And he felt something tugging at him, he felt a need to get to know you. But he knew better.
Because what were the odds, he had seen this before, he had done this before. No, he shouldn't get attached to you. And yet, for the first time after returning from his own, he found himself watching the games. Watching the tributes become fewer and fewer, hoping, praying, that you'd make it through. The fewer left the more desperate he became. You've gotten this far, don't let the luck run out just yet. He saw how your last opponent fell, and he saw your face in the centre of the screen, of virtually every screen. And once again, you didn't look excited, you looked like you had found peace again, and maybe, just maybe, he let himself believe he could too, that you could show him.Â
He didnât go see you after, it wouldn't be of any use. What more did he have to offer you, you did not need a mentor anymore. He had made peace, he had made peace with never seeing you again. So what was the difference if you were alive or not? That's what he thought, if he gave in now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to let go, it would keep coming back.Â
It wasn't until a few months later when someone knocked on his door, and in a sleepy haze, he opened it without thinking. He had spent the night at the capitol, and he never managed to get much rest after. Usually, when he had been gone for the night, Mags would come to check in on him, and have Valerian tea with him. He doubted it actually worked, but the effort was enough to brighten his day. So he opened the door, but it wasn't Mags, it was you. Your face was fuller, it had more colour, but the bags under your eyes were still there. Would Mags bring you Valerian tea as well? No, no he needed to stop thinking about you. The last time he had actually seen you was when you won. He had forced himself to avoid you ever since, he hadn't been completely sure why anymore, but now he knew again. The way you looked at him gave him hope, hope he couldn't afford. âWhat do you wantâ he asked, he sounded upset, and in a way he was, but the way the sparkle in your eyes dimmed made him regret it.Â
And so he opened the door further, stepping aside, and you didn't need more of an invitation before you walked in. You took a seat at his small kitchen table, and he decided it would be impolite not to join you, so he sat down as well. He was about to talk, but you beat him to the punch.
âSnow came to see me.â There is was he thought, the reason, everyone always had a reason. Still, he found himself allowing you to continue, wanting to hear your voice again, even if it brought bad news.Â
âI talked to Mags about it, but she said I should come see you, so here I am.â You chuckled, but the situation was not something that asked for it, must be nerves, he thought, but why were you nervous, surely he didn't make you nervous.Â
âLook, I donât want to bother you with my problems Finnick, I know you're dealing with enough yourself, but I donât know what else to do.â Your eyes glossed over, and you looked like you were about to start crying, but you didn't. He wanted to say something, to comfort you, but what was there to say? And so you two sat in silence, he was looking at you, he was memorizing your face. This was the last time he would let himself see you. He didn't want to get close to you, and with how mesmerizing you were to him, he knew better.
And yet, as days passed, he found himself thinking of you. Whenever he needed comfort, he thought of you, the way you smiled at him when he told you a nervous joke. He could get lost in the memory of your eyes, and more often than not, he did. Every day he spent without seeing you made his heart hurt.Â
Without thinking, he found himself walking to your door. It was like he wasn't in control of his own feet. He was in constant agony with himself. He wanted to be with you, but your kindness was one he couldn't afford, because it had the power to break him. He knocked on your door, not even aware he was doing so until he heard the sound echo back to him. He heard rustling, but he didn't hear you approaching the door, so he knocked again, and for good measure, he decided to call out. âY/n? Itâs me, itâs Finnickâ. He heard someone approach the door at that, and a little bit of hope sparked inside him that you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you, but he knew better.Â
The door opened, but it wasn't you that he came face to face with, it was Mags. She was standing in your hallway with a sad smile on her face, and she didn't say anything, but she looked to the stairs on the right end corner. He didn't need any more encouragement, and he sped up them, taking two steps at a time. He knocked on the door he was in front of, but there wasn't an answer. But when he listened more closely, he could hear crying coming from the other side. You were crying. His mind was reeling with possibilities, but whatever it was that had caused this, he swore to himself he would fix it, even if it broke him.Â
And so he entered the room, opening the door softly so as not to startle you, but it didn't matter. He saw you in the corner, you had pulled your knees to your chest and he couldn't see your face from where you had hidden it, but his heart broke over it nonetheless. He walked towards you, testing the waters, testing his luck. He was scared for you, but mostly, he was scared you wouldn't want to see him. When you heard him, your head shot up to look at him. The way in which your eyes were bloodshot and swollen made him want to punch a hole in the wall next to you. The way your voice cracked when you said his name made him want to curl up right next to you. he got closer to you, kneeling down in front of you. Allowing you to take the next steps on your own time.
After a few minutes, you had slightly calmed down while he was tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You spoke to him, but you didn't look him in his eyes.
âTheyâre bidding on me Finnick, theyâre bidding on me like Iâm something to possessâ
The feeling of dread that came over him was something he had never felt before. He thought he had gone through all someone could. He thought there was nothing that could hurt him anymore in a way he didn't already, but he had been wrong.Â
He was willing to do anything for you to be spared from this, but he knew it wasn't any use.Â
He knew better. And so he did all he could, taking you in his arms and whispering reassuring words, until your crying and your shaking stopped, and you seemed at peace again.Â
He had tried himself to get away from what snow had wanted, what the capitol had wanted, he tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get away from it. He had made peace with the fact that people always wanted something from him, and maybe that's why he couldn't get you out of his head, because you were the only person that was at peace with him, without anything more, just him. So he told you the only thing he could. He told you heâd be there for you, that youâd get through it together. He wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew it was what you needed to hear, it was what he had needed to hear, except there had been no one to tell him. He would spend the rest of his life wondering if you needed him.
But he won't shut you out again, he knows better.
Part 2: Should've Known
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hiii! if you're up to it, can i request college!regina x fem!roommate!reader where they decided to drink as a celebration after their finals and things took a turn after they drank more than they could handle (either a kiss or something more, all up to you!!) + "⊠that shouldnât have happened."
fluff ending or angsty ending all up to youu i trust your mind!! thank you so much!
Mistake That Can't be Taken Back
|| Regina George x fem!reader
|| Warnings; smut, swearing, Regina teasing reader, both girls get drunk and hook up, grinding, breast play, nipple sucking, orgasms, light choking, angst ending
|| Summary; when reader and Regina finish their finals, they have a little celebration in their dorm.
Requests open!
Started; october 29th
Finished; october 30th
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"Yes, bitch!! We're done!" You cheered as you and your roommate made it back to the dorm; it was finally over. The big test that the whole year had led up to. At this point you hardly cared if you passed, you were just so fucking thankful that it was over with.
Regina couldn't help but smile a little as she watched your mini celebration, remembering how she felt when she first met you. She thought you were weird, stupid and flat out annoying. But over the last couple semesters she's learnt to get used to you. Even considered you a friend. "Woah, don't start partying without me." She smirked at you and you laughed a little, giving her a sheepish wink that made the blonde's eyes roll.
She headed to your shared fridge and took out some alcohol she managed to get just for this occasion. It was some experience shit, you could just tell by the bottle. "Damn, blondie. How much did that bottle cost?" You asked, looking up at her.
Her eyebrow raised and she folded her arms across her chest," never ask a girl how much she spends on alcohol." Regina couldn't help but tease you. She loved making you think she was mad at you, your startled reactions amused Regina. You knew about what Regina had been like in highschool, you didn't have to have gone to NorthShore to know. Everyone heard the stories and rumours when Regina arrived at your college. But you could tell that wasn't the same person who stood before you. She's really trying to make an effort; you just couldn't help feeling a little nervous about her sometimes. Knowing that people can change just as easily as they can choose to go back.
Regina opened the bottle and poured a glass for the two of you, putting on some tunes. A collective playlist the two of you made. Featuring your favourite artists as well as Regina's. She handed your glass to you and you smiled," Thanks, G."
You took a sip from your glass, feeling the alcohol flow down your throat. Definitely tasted like what you expected rich people alcohol to. But it surprisingly wasn't that bad. The flavour was good. Your smile brightened a little and you took some more. Regina laughed at your reaction," easy, I'm not cleaning up your vomit."
"I'll be fine!" You told her. Talk about famous last words, right? Surprisingly enough though, you didn't jinx yourself. You kept your alcohol in as you and Regina had a mini two person party.
The two of you getting drunk, dancing and laughing together. Rambling about anything in everything. When a slow song played, you could feel the atmosphere change. Regina's eyes looked into yours as the two of you sat on her bed. Being on her bed likely didn't help the situation at all, either.
Before either of you knew it, your lips were moving against one another. You'd moved yourself into her lap and gently pushed her down to the sheets. Hips grinding against hers as she moaned into your lips. Hand coming up to gently grip your neck; just enough to apply pressure to your throat. You wanted her in the moment. Needed her just as much as she needed you. Your bodies moved against each other's, building the friction between the two of you.
It wasn't long before your clothes were tossed and discarded onto the floor. Forgotten about as you explored each other's bodies. Regina's hand moved from your neck to your chest, feeling the soft skin as she squeezed. Massaging your breasts while she kissed you. Her tongue darting past your lips. You couldn't help but moan, letting her do whatever she wanted. Your clit rubbed against hers, trying to chase your release. Feeling the sensation build up in your stomach and twist in knots that became almost too much to handle. Your body trembled as Regina held you, breaking the kiss and moving her lips to your neck. Leaving hickies and trailing down until she reached your breasts. Her lips latched around your nipple as she sucked them. Moaning against your skin, the vibrations heightening your own sensations. The alcohol making you vulnerable to sensitivity.
The blonde brought you to release, feeling yourself cum onto her clit. She smirked against your breast, though she never stopped her movements. Bringing herself to her own orgasm.
The next morning, you and Regina both woke up with a sense of dread. You slowly sat up in her sheets, still naked from the night before. Shaking your head a little and resting your hand to your forehead. Fuck.. as good as it felt.. it really shouldn't have happened. The two of you were drunk. Just friends. Roommates.
"That shouldn't have happened." Regina whispered, as if reading your thoughts. This was a mistake that can't be taken back. And you both knew that. What did it mean for your friendship?
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Point of Contact (John Price x Reader)
John reaches out to Kate for a favour.
850 words
CW: swearing
feedback welcome!
It is the absolute crack of dawn when Kate gets the call sheâs been expecting for the last few hours. Sheâs up, mainlining coffee and checking her emails relentlessly when her cell vibrates across the desk.
âJohn?â
âKate.â
Kateâs initial impression is that John sounds tired. Immediately she wonders if sheâll get the full story from him or have to rely on Gazâ version.
âGaz said you were going to have a name for me to run? Whatâs happened?â Her concern is unmistakable down the line.
Of course, Kyle told her what happened, but she wants to hear it from John himself. Their past squabble is sidelined immediately without discussion. John sighs and Kate can picture her friend pacing and pushing his hand through his hair in frustration.
âHer place got broken in to yesterday. Guy didnât touch obvious jewellery, or cash, seemed to be looking for information. Not sure what type of information or to what end just yet. Dislocated his shoulder before the police picked him up so heâll be with medical for a little bit. Could be something, could be nothing. Iâm hoping we can use their detour through medical to do a little information gathering of our own.â
âYouâre sure this isnât just a B&E gone bad, John?â Kate tries to keep the skepticism out of her voice.
âWorst B&E Iâve ever seen if thatïżœïżœs the case. Man was empty handed after a sizable head start. Odd time of day too, right when people are getting home from work.â
âYou think he meant to do more than rob her?â
âDonât know. Scared the hell out of her at the least. But he wasnât doing any talking and Iâm no good to her arrested so I didnât force the issue. Heâs booked on B&E but he didnât technically steal anything. Heâll get a slap on the wrist at best. Never hated being a fucking civilian more in my life.â
Kate can hear the frustration in his voice. For a man like John, used to making things happen and getting answers by any means necessary, being beholden to the laws and skills of the local police force was particularly infuriating.
âWhatâs the name?â
John gives her the name from the police report, spelling it out for her.
âIâll owe you if we can get this put to rest sooner than later. Iâm hoping itâs nothing and just some tweaker, her place isnât in the best part of town but somethingâs just not sitting right for me. Maybe Iâm seeing ghosts where thereâs nothing, but I want to be sure.â
âYou really should move her out of there John, either way.â Kate canât help but prod him about it, finding it out of character for John to be lax about security.
âYou think Iâm unaware? I thought I was going to have to drag her out of there last night. Iâm going to have to pick my moment with that topic.â Johnâs cranky, making Kate smile to herself.
âAt least it sounds like you know what youâre up against.â
Johnâs huff of amusement is weak, even over the staticky line.
âThis favour, would it have limitations?â
Kate switches topics easily, only half teasing. She isnât above making her own life easier down the road, even if it temporarily complicates Johnâs. That give and take has been a natural part of their friendship for years.
âCross that bridge when we get to it.â John defers, and Laswell decides to take pity on the man and let him get away with it for the moment.
âGaz said she seemed nice. When do I get an introduction?â Kate tacitly accepts the terms of his offer, moving on to personal interest.
âAfter I get some answers. Weâll have dinner, my treat.â John sweetens the deal further, a peace offering for their last interaction.
âAlright, Iâm going to hold you to that. Itâs not every day I get the chance to meet someone who can order a Captain around in his own home.â
Kate canât help taking a swipe at the man, Gazâ report including just as much detail on the state of John and his woman as anything else to Kateâs delight.
âUnbelievable, fucking Gaz, listen she was not having a good time of it yesterdayââ
Johnâs trying to explain but Kate cuts him off before he can get very far.
âKnowing you, Iâm sure not. Iâm also sure that after you were asked to keep it down so she could sleep, you did, you big softie. Certainly, you two left an impression on Kyle.â
Kateâs smile bleeds through the line and the corner of Johnâs mouth quirks up finally at her gentle teasing despite his concern over how yesterday shook out.
âBloody hell. Donât make me regret agreeing to dinner, Kate.â He sighs, pushing his fingers through his hair.
âIâll update you after I do some digging John, keep your phone handy.â
"Thanks, Laswell."
John's gratitude is palpable. The knot of tension in his chest relaxes infinitesimally, and he disconnects the call and leaves the kitchen to rejoin you, still sleeping soundly in his bed.
Next Chapter
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Teen spirit
Pairing: Carl Grimes Ă reader, Maggie Greene Ă sister reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Chapter: 6.06
Groaning, you start sitting up by yourself but struggle, feeling an ache in your side. As soon as Glenn sees youâre awake, he is immediately by your side, helping you sit up and adding an extra pillow behind you. On the other side of the bed, you notice Carl sleeping in a chair; he looks exhausted with heavy dark circles underneath his eyes.
âHow are you feeling?â Glenn asks.
âLike Iâve been stabbed.â
He shakes his head and smiles, âYou had us worried; Maggie will be so relieved youâre awake. Sheâs gone home to change her clothes.â
Your community didnât have a real hospital, so the doctors used one of the homes as a makeshift medical facility. It felt strange laying in one of the beds; the last person who slept in the one you were in was Carl when he lost his eye.
Quietly you ask, âWhereâs Eugene?â
âThe bullet only grazed him; heâs fine.â
âThatâs good.â Sighing, you lean back into the pillow, âDid they bring Denise back?â
Glenn looks down at his feet, âNot at first, but Daryl and Rosita went back and got her. They brought her home.â
Tears of relief roll down your cheeks; the fear of her body being left outside for the elements, walkers, or animals to destroy was in the back of your mind. âGood. Those men... they came out of nowhere,â you muffle a sob with the back of your hand. âHow bad is it?â
âThe knife missed anything major, thank God. Carol was able to stitch up the wound, but you will have one hell of a scar.â
âIt will be some story to tell my future niece or nephew.â
Glenn kisses your forehead. âIâm going to let Maggie know youâre awake.â
Once Glenn leaves, your eyes start to close over; despite just waking up, you were still exhausted. You hear the sound of a chair moving, then feel a warm hand against your own. Feeling yourself start to fall asleep, you link your fingers with Carlâs.
â
Carl was pissed, and you couldnât blame him. His dad and Morgan had left Alexandria to go find Carol, who had decided to leave without saying goodbye to anyone in person. Daryl had left to look for Dwight and his men, and Glenn, Michonne, and Rosita had gone after him. Seven of the best fighters in your group had left base, leaving only Maggie, Abraham, Sasha, and Carl to defend your community if someone attacked.
Biting down on your lip, you sit down on Carlâs bed. He had moved the bed next to the window since the view looked out into the woods.
âI went to the armory and got you a few things.â
He places a black holdall on the floor, and your eyes widen when he zips the bag open. âOh lord, those are more than a few things,â you say quietly. âIt wonât take Aaron long to notice they are gone.â
âThen Iâll just tell him the truth; I took them.â
He pulls a flare out the bag and sits it on the window ledge. âIf you see anything, use this, and Iâll come right back. I promise.â
âThanks.â
âY/N, it's okay to be afraid after what happened.â
âI'm not afraid,â you say defensively.
So much weight was landing on Carlâs shoulders; it wasnât fair. Every kid had been forced to grow up too quickly since the world went to hell, but the burdens that fell on Carl always seemed to be extremely unfair.
âI just wish I could help more.â
âKeeping an eye out for those assholes is helpful.â
âSuppose,â you pick up the binoculars and look outside. âI canât even pick Judith up; Iâm just worried Iâm going to be useless if they attack.â
âYou wonât be,â Carl leans down and kisses you. âIâm gonna go get Judith from Olivia; Iâll be back soon.â
â
Maggie leans against the doorframe in the kitchen; her tone reminds you of the one your mom would use whenever she was frustrated. âYou should be resting in bed.â
âIâm not doing anything strenuous; Iâm just making lunch.â
âFor how many people?â
Your shrug, âWhoever is hungry, I was falling asleep sitting by the window, and everyone needs to eat at some point.â
Sitting around was making you feel guilty; you just wanted to help. The sandwiches and plate of carrot sticks on offer were nothing in comparison compared to the meals Carol could make.
Maggie leans her arms against the counter. âHow are you feeling anyway?â
âMy side feels tight where the stitches are, but it should be me fussing over you. You look exhausted.â
âThanks,â she snorts.
âYou need to rest, Maggie, even for a couple of hours.â
âNo can do. We are short of bodies as it is. We need all hands on deck.â
Enid knocks on the doorframe lightly and steps into the room. âI didnât mean to listen in, but I can cover Maggieâs shift for a few hours.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
Maggie raises her brows, âWhoâs in charge here?â
âYou need to rest.â
âI really donât mind,â Enid says. âYou should be putting your feet up and eating ice cream or whatever else youâre craving.â
âItâs sorted then.â
âFine,â Maggie raises her hands in defeat before laughing and taking one of the sandwiches, âbut only because the two of you are ganging up on me.â
â
âI could see myself living by the seaside.â Carl runs his fingers through your hair. âThere would always be a good supply of food like fish, crabs, and frogs.â
âFrogs?â You chuckle, âI donât imagine they would be easy to catch.â
The look on his face is solemn. âOne person needs to go into the water and splash around, and the other catches them in a bucket when they try to get away.â
Rick returned not long ago, and you had hoped Carl would be less stressed, but he still seems upset, and you didnât want to push him to talk until he was ready.
âIâd love to live on a farm again one day.â
Carl rests his head against your shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the living room while Enid cut your sister's hair. Enid had taken the ends off your hair already, and you were just waiting to clean up once she was done. Itâs only when you look at the length Carlâs hair has got that you remember him saying the only person he let cut his hair was his mom.
Hearing a groaning sound coming from the kitchen, you jolt up, âMaggie? Maggie!â
When you donât get a response, Carl rushes into the kitchen, with you close behind him. Enid is in shock watching as Maggie doubles over in pain, clutching at her stomach.
The baby.
âOh my god, what happened?â
Frightens, Enid shakes her head. âI donât know, she was fine one minute, and then the pain came out of nowhere.â
When Carl helps Maggie stand up, you go to the opposite side of her.
âEnid, go get Rick! We need to take Maggie to the doctor in Hilltop.â
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You may call me crow anon
Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr
But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?
Idl man
HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.
ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.
warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.
RUN. do nothing but RUN.
RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.
Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.
Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.
(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.
he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.
oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.
too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.
too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.
it was worse he couldn't do anything.
it was worse he just could watch.
it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.
eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?
Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.
no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.
she was always like that,
always such an angel.
Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.
leaning too hard, and falling.
at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?
it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.
greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.
"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.
he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.
"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.
she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.
just like (y/n) would
"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."
she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.
all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.
then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.
like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)
then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.
he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.
nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."
Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.
"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.
poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.
"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"
she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.
"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.
that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.
I'm never letting you go, ever.
I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE
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Rose Thorn Blues | pt. 2
Peter Parker x fem!reader
Part One Masterlist
Summary: Begrudgingly, you let Peter Parker help you with the story. Even if it leads you two going undercover as a couple...
Word count: ~4k
Warnings: Enemies to lovers!! Fake dating!! Banter. More Criminal activity. Swearing. A lil bit of tension.
A/n: Well, I thought I'd share this smaller part before I head on vacation. Sorry it's not longer, but I hope this holds over until I'm back home! Thank you for reading, and let me know your thoughts <3
âShould I be regretting this?â you asked, immediately shaking your head as Parker wheeled over to your side.
âToo late.â He grabbed your notebook from your hands, kicking his feet up on your desk as he began to read. His lips moved silently along with the words, each curved syllable whispering past his mouth. You looked away when his eyes flicked to yours, those lips tilting into a grin even as he continued reading.
His fingers flipped the worn page of your notes, leaving you to pick at the hem of your shirt while waiting for him to finish.
You pulled your legs closer to you, trying to focus on the material of your pants rather than the urge to draw yourself into your body. But your nerves flared at the edges of your senses, telling you made the wrong choice. And only once you were about to pretend to need coffee just to step away, Parker blew out a tight sigh.
He muttered out, âChristâŠâ
Swallowing down the jolt in your muscles at his words, you turned to him, eyebrows raised. âIs that good or bad?â
His hand scratched along his jaw, his gaze following the words before slowly rising to meet yours. âUh, your research is⊠good. Really good. But this,â he said, gesturing to the notebook, âis pretty bad.â
You chewed on your bottom lip, that quiet doubt inside your mind growing ever so louder. Barely blinking, you stared off wondering where this could go. Where you could end up if you went through with it. Your attention only snapped back when Parker cleared his throat.
He watched you, your expressions, with no humor on his face as he whispered, âSo, you really went to this warehouse⊠by yourself in the middle of the night?â His finger pointed at your notes that indeed held your observations from last night. Still, that didnât stop you from trying to lie and come up with anything that wouldnât incriminate you.
When you didnât answer, instead glancing at your fingers intertwining, he scoffed. âYou know you couldâve really gotten hurt going there alone. Or worse. I donât think these guys play around.â
âI wasnât alone. I talked with Spider-Man,â you said, as if that could convince Parker that your plan hadnât been a bad idea. But he raised an eyebrow at you, a half-smile on his face.
âYeah? Now youâre buddy-buddy with him too?â A ghost of a laugh escaped him, but his eyes hardened, not leaving you. âIâm serious, sunshine. Spideyâs not gonna be there to always save you. We gotta do this carefully.â
Choosing to ignore the unyielding tone his words were wrapped in, you grabbed your notebook back from him, your jaw set. âI know that, Parker. And Iâm not exactly in harmâs way now that I donât have any other leads. All heâs got is some BS fundraiser I canât get into,â you said, sitting back in your chair. Silently, as you traced a finger down the writing youâd gone over dozens of times already, you grumbled under your breath about the rude receptionist youâd talked to about it.
âA fundraiser?âÂ
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The collar of his long-sleeve shirt swooped down an inch, drawing your eyes to the shadow of his chest before nodding. He then asked, âWhat could we find out from that anyway? Not like Beaumont is gonna be any more truthful with those rich people than he is with the general public.âÂ
He brought the end of a pen to his mouth, beginning to chew on it before you could realize he took it from your desk. You just pressed your lips together, letting it go as he thought out loud some more â now beginning to spin in his desk chair.
âHeâs hiding plenty of secrets as is, Iâm sure thereâs gotta be some that we could uncover by getting close, right? Maybe we could-â
âParker! Where are those pictures you promised me!â
Jamesonâs voice boomed through the office, sending the both of you jumping in your seats. Parker cleared his throat and called back, âEmailing them to you now, sir.â
Beneath the sound of Parkerâs squeaky desk chair rolling back to his side, you heard Jameson swear under his breath. You didnât dare peek over the half-wall and risk getting yelled at too. Instead, as frantic typing came from Parkerâs keyboard, you wrote on a post-it note, âAble to stay late. We can talk about this piece. In peace. HahaâŠâ
You folded it in half twice before tossing it over onto his side and returning to research â even as it felt useless to do so. A small twinge of hope trickled up your spine, so subtle you barely noticed it before it reached the base of your head. A hope that Parker said yes.Â
As another site turned up blank, you told yourself asking him was just to move this story along, even if it meant spending the evening with the intern you always seemed to stand in the shadow of. But this story could bring you over the top and show Jameson you deserved that job.
A few minutes later, a flash of paper flew from Parkerâs side and landed right on your eye.
âShitâŠâ you groaned out, lightly rubbing your eye and blinking it repeatedly â all while you heard suppressed laughter from the other desk. Quietly, you muttered, âDick,â and opened up the note. The only thing added to it was a poorly drawn thumbs-up.
With that settled, along with the weird relief at his answer that you shoved lower and lower, you worked on some of your assigned stories. One blurred into the next, all of them superficial enough to turn your brain fuzzy over the course of the work day. You wondered what Alice was working on and if they ever made her feel like this.
By the time people began packing up for the day, long after your mediocre lunch from the closest food shop, your head nearly felt numb. At least this story could be the break you needed from all this â all the unimportant parts of reporting, like who broke up with who, and how Spider-Man is somehow the reason for it. Again.
You rubbed a tired hand down your face, letting the warm darkness of it swallow you for a moment. Your head shot up finally once a granola bar clattered across your desk.
Parkerâs head then appeared from around the half-wall, the wave of his dark hair looking ran through. âI stole it earlier today, but I think you need it more than I do, sunshine,â he said, pointing to the bar with a tilt of his head.
Your stomach growled as you grabbed it, ripping it open. âThatâs such a stupid nickname,â you muttered before taking a bite, looking up at him with a half-assed glare.
âItâs more creative than you calling me âParker.â Thatâs just my last name.â He laughed, his eyes lighting up.
Quirking your head, you blinked slowly at him. âIf Iâm sunshine, then youâre moonshine. Makes sense too, cause I need to be drunk to even tolerate you, Parker,â you grumbled, finishing off the granola bar.
And before he could open that stupid mouth of his, you threw away the wrapper and said, âI think Jamesonâs gone if we want to start on the story. We-â
âNow?â Parkerâs eyebrows shot up as he looked at you, his hand coming up to run down his neck. âImmediately vetoing. Câmon.â
Before you could ask any questions, he stood up and walked toward the doors, shouting over his shoulder, âKeep up!â
As much as your mind resisted listening to him, your eyes and legs definitely needed the break. So you followed after him, staring at his back as you made your way down the buildingâs steps.
Out on the sidewalk, the sun sat lower in the sky at this hour. Clouds scattered throughout kept the air from getting too hot, the feeling bringing a content smile to your face.
Blinking at him, you saw the way the sunlight showered down on Parker. The effortlessness of his hands sitting in his pockets and his hair laying perfectly messy â even his goddamn freckles glowing in the light â set a sparking anger in your chest. It only twisted, turned more sour, when he opened his mouth.
âYou know⊠itâs not polite to stare at someone. Even if they are ruggishly handsome.â
A laughing scoff escaped your mouth, your eyes instead drifting across the crowd of people passing along the sidewalk. âI was just trying to figure out how your head fit such a little brain inside it. Does it just roll around like an acorn in there? Maybe a pea?â
Feeling the glare from his side-eye, you caught his growing half-smile. âYeah? Could a pea-sized brain be smart enough to find us an actual dinner?â
âI mean⊠probably. But,â you said, tilting your head at him, âthatâs not the worst plan youâve had.â For emphasis, your stomach growled while you two walked down the street. And through grabbing carryout to eat back at the office, you made it a point to not stare at Parker â or do anything to give him a bigger ego than he already had.Â
His often irritating words certainly made it easy enough, like now as he spoke in between bites of his food from the takeout box. âSo, Iâm thinkingââ
âDonât hurt yourself.â
You let out a laugh as he flipped you off, the shaking in your shoulders helping lift a weight from them. At least it was easy to laugh with him â or at him.
With a pointed stare, he continued. âIâm thinking that we have to find the connection between Beaumont and spidey⊠man. Spider-Man. With that warehouse you nearly burgled.â
You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him as he leaned against your desk. With your feet propped up next to where he sat, you ate your food from your desk chair. The office lay bare beside you two, your ID cards giving you access after hours. Unsurprisingly, the brainstorming hadnât been terribly productive yet.
âI did not burgle anything⊠yet. But I havenât seen anything between those two before. Maybe Beaumontâs just a big fan. Heâs taking all our money just to grow his collection of supervillain memorabilia.â
Parker let out a quiet laugh. âSounds like something Jameson would do.âÂ
You internally shivered at the idea of finding your bossâs secret stash of Spider-Man collectibles.
Silence slipped over the two of you, just the noises of eating and the buildingâs air conditioning as you both thought through the details. Eventually, he said, âSo this Ellis Beaumont guy has to have some sort of conflict with Spider-Man, meaning we could research what crimes of Beaumontâs that Spider-Man has stopped.â
An unsure look overtook your face. âThatâs way too many to look through â and itâs not like that information is recorded anywhere. This politician keeps things tightly under wrapsâŠâ you sighed, letting out a tired laugh that didnât feel all that funny. âIt feels like Iâm right back where I started.â
âCould that fundraiser of his give us answers?â Parker asked, his eyes glancing at yours.
You hesitantly nodded as you swallowed your next bite. âProbably, since itâs at his house apparently. But without an invitation, weâre kind of shit out of luck.â
âSo we get an invitation and do some snooping during the event. Easy enough.â
Parker had put his food down, and you did not like the growing smirk on his face. âBefore you say anything,â he told you, âI know a guy. Itâll be fine â weâll just dress the part and do some investigative journalism.â
âOh, so itâs bad to check out a warehouse, but weâll just crash the fundraiser of a member of the government body and suspected criminal? Youâre insane.â A scoff escaped your mouth when he nodded.Â
As you dropped your feet from the desk, you wanted to regret letting Parker in on this story or at least question who this guy was that could get you two into this fundraiser, but you had no better plan â or the guts to pull this off without him.Â
âThis has got to be pretty illegalâŠâ you whispered.
Parker gave you a smile that both calmed you and let butterflies loose in your stomach. âAbsolutely. But Beaumont committed the crimes first, so weâre just evening it out.â He crossed his arms, the fabric of his long sleeve wrapped tight around them. With an expectant look, he raised his eyebrows at you. âSo, are you in?â
A minute passed as you thought, considering any other plans that wouldnât end with the both of you in jail. But you came up with nothing.Â
This better be one hell of a story. âOkay, fine. Letâs do this.â
âGreat!â he said, clapping his hands together. âOne more thing, though. Weâre going to have to go as a couple. Iâm thinking our last name could beââ
âExcuse me?â You cut him off, your eyes widening. Despite your mouth opening, nothing came out. You just dropped your gaze to the wall behind him as you let out a long breath.
âHow else are we going to be convincing? All the other people joining are families or couples, right?â
He explained it so matter-of-factly. You understood, really. But pretending to be married to him while sneaking through a mansion? All for a ridiculous unpaid summer internship?
âParker, have you come up with a torture plan?â You put your face in your hands, quietly groaning. You could be cordial with him and cautiously appreciate his (persistent) help on the story, but the idea of acting as a couple in love with him brought an uneasiness to your body.Â
Would Alice approve? It felt again like you werenât following your heart, which wanted to hide deep down behind your ribs.
Parker looked at you, his mouth pressed tight. âHey, not exactly like getting down on a knee to you was my original plan here,â he muttered.
Still, you looked back at him, ignoring the intensity of his stare. âSo what will our last name be?â
Bennet, it turned out, would be the last name on your IDs and invitations for the banquet in two days. Sam and Rose Bennet.Â
During the days leading up, the two of you worked on regular assignments under the eye (and screaming) of Jameson.Â
But if someone looked closely, theyâd see your leg constantly shaking beneath your desk and Parkerâs nails being bitten down to the bed. They might be able to hear the whispered comments between the two of you â most about what your story would be. They would even see the things neither of you could make out, like the unasked questions on the tips of your tongues or the pull that seemed to exist between you and Parker.
The story you decided on was high school sweethearts â private school, of course. Something arranged by your equally rich and philanthropic parents, whose money youâd be happy to donate to Stronger Together during the fundraiser.Â
In reality, you both scrounged up enough money to rent nice enough clothes for the event and hoped that you wouldnât have to pay for any extra damage. Besides the money concern, the risk of something happening to the clothes (and you, more importantly) weighed over your mind. Parker didnât seem to have any worries, or voice them to you at least, about this whole plan going sideways.
So, you planned for it by yourself. Which exits would be best, which people you should probably stay away from. And you still didnât ask how Parker exactly got you two into this, not that you were sure you wanted to know.
It didnât even cross your mind the night of, not as you stood in your apartment, slipping on a floor-length gown that seemed to lay just right. Your fingers ran along your body, fixing things here and there until you were sure no rich politician would look twice at you and suspect something. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you werenât sure you recognized yourself â or the idea you had of yourself. Maybe that was a good thing.
Your frayed nerves turned electric as your phone went off, a text from Parker letting you know he was here. For a minute, you hesitated. The constant thrumming in your chest clouded your thoughts, telling you something that you couldnât quite make out.
As a second, more impatient, text came through, you gave one last glance at yourself and walked out into the hallway.
Each step to the front door in shoes that squeezed your feet much too tightly felt like a jolt to your heart. A breeze pushed past you as you walked out to his car â one that heâd have to park far away so the valet couldnât see his shitty 2004 Honda Civic.
Parker stood leaning against the side of the vehicle, one hand scratching at his jaw and the other shoved far into his rented tuxâs pockets. He stared down at his shoes, his vacant look telling you he also had a thousand thoughts running through his mind.
But as his gaze drifted up, connecting with yours, that worried crease between his eyebrows smoothed out, his hand dropping from his jaw down to his lap. Your steps slowed, your fingers clutching tight onto a purse you borrowed from a friend.Â
Those honeyed eyes turned bright as a ghosting smile spread across his face. You took in the image of him staring at you in that tuxedo â one that you could tell he wasnât used to if you looked too hard. Not that you were doing that, of course. Still, the expensive material sat nicely along his tanned skin from the summer sun.
Though, you couldnât figure out what felt off about him until you came closer, the buzzing in your ears growing much too loud as you neared. Reaching a hand up, your eyebrows furrowed, you went to fix his hair. The caramel strands sat straight and slicked back. It didnât look like heâd run his fingers through it a hundred times.
But as you felt his breath brush along your skin, saw the stillness of his body, you paused. Too close. Too much, even for a fake couple.
You dropped your hand by your side, begging your body to calm down. You avoided his eyes as you took a step back. âSorry,â you whispered, maybe for the first time to him, âYour hair just looks soâŠâ
âStuffy? Obnoxious? Greasy?â
âPretentious is what I was going to say.â
His tight laugh brought some sort of relief to your tense muscles, even as he pushed off his car and muttered, âGlad we both look the part then.â
You raised an eyebrow, staring at him while fighting a smile. âYou know, Parker â or Bennet, I should say â a real gentleman wouldâve opened my door for me.â
Right before he plopped down in his car, he said, âYouâre lucky Iâm even picking you up, Mrs. Bennet.â
Quietly, you let out a huff and got into the passenger seat. Your hands brushed along your dress, straightening it out.
As you picked off a stray piece of lint, you said, âIâm not sure this is the right way to start as a couple.â You tried to make your words sound easy, but it didnât even sound convincing to you.
Parker began driving, keeping his eyes on the road as he drummed a finger along the steering wheel. âYouâre right â but donât let that get to your head, sunshine. Okay, when did we first meet?â
âWe first met fifteen years ago, but we didnât start dating until ten years ago when our parents put us together. Toward the end of high schoolâŠâ
âWhere we went to different colleges but made the long-distance thing work. Somehow,â he said, waving a hand as if it didnât matter or no one would ask how.
âAnd now, using the money weâve saved up through our parentsâ endowment funds and-â
âWait, what does that even mean?â you asked, realizing he came up with this without telling you until now.
âIt uh⊠itâs something to do with donations. I Googled it â itâs fine. Anyway, weâre using that and their savings to give back like they have always wanted. Great, fool-proof.â
Pursing your lips, you nodded for a second before shaking your head. âParker, that makes no goddamn sense. This is a terrible idea.â
âWell, weâre going to be there soon, so too late now.â
âItâs actually not too late,â you told him, your throat feeling tight. âLetâs just turn around, okay?â
âHey,â he said as the car came to a stoplight. He turned to look at you, the shine of the light illuminating half of his face.Â
His voice came out soft. âYou nearly burgled a criminalâs warehouse, and you lied to a government officialâs secretary, or something. This will be a piece of cake, alright?â Ever so quietly, a warmth bloomed in your chest, melting the cold fear thatâd been wrapping around you. You gave him a short nod, making him give a tight-lipped smile and keep driving. âGreat! Now, suck it up, sunshine, and come up with a better backstory. I canât do all of the thinking in this marriage.â
A laugh bubbled up from your mouth. You rolled your eyes, even though your fidgeting had calmed down.Â
With a long breath out, you said, âWhat about if my grandmother left me money in her will, and Iâm honoring her memory by giving it back to the city she loved?â
âNot bad⊠and sorry for your imaginary loss. I think itâll keep people from prying too much further.â
âI hope so,â you muttered, hoping this half-baked plan would work.
Eventually, Parker slowly rolled the car to a stop. He parked on a smaller residential road a few blocks away, but you could still see the lights shining into the sky from Beaumontâs place. His castle to overlook all the peasants of the city.
Your shoes clicked across the pavement, the two of you nearing the mansion. With each step, you tried harder to ignore your heart hammering louder.Â
You breathed out a shaky breath when Parker held out his arm next to you. Hesitantly, you took it, wrapping your arm around his. Normally, you mightâve ignored the hardness of his body or the warmth seeping into your skin, but the solid, unyielding feeling of him brought some sort of grounding.
Leaning his mouth toward your ear, Parker said, âWhich one do you think is going to pop first? The vein bulging from Jamesonâs forehead or the huge one in his neck?âÂ
The laughs you let out were sharp and involuntary, a smile breaking out on your face. Looking at him, at the grin he sent your way, you said, âDefinitely the one on his forehead. And youâre going to be the one to make him mad enough to pop it.â
âIâll be sure to wear those plastic ponchos the next time Iâm late.â
âSo⊠Monday? We can pick one up after the fundraiser for you.â
The giggles underlacing your words slowly died down as you turned the street corner, your eyes catching all the other couples approaching the towering house. Valets stood at the front, taking car keys from guests before they came to the doors â guards standing on either side.
âYouâve got the invitations?â you whispered to Parker, your hold on his arm growing tighter.Â
He quietly scoffed. âOf course I have them. Who do you think I-â His words stopped, his hands patting down his suit jacket for the invitation. Right as you felt your stomach threaten to curl in on itself, he flashed you a grin. âJust kidding, theyâre right here,â he told you, grabbing them from his pocket.
With a forced smile plastered to your face in front of all these guests, you gritted out, âIâm going to murder you.â
âYou are too funny, dear,â Parker said, or more likely, Sam Bennet said as the two of you walked up to the doorman holding his hand out for the invitations.Â
The way Parkerâs mouth curled around the affectionate name felt foreign at first, but the way the doorman looked at the two of you â as if you really were a happy couple â made it feel right.Â
And that was it, that was all it took for a softness to flow over you and let yourself become Rose Bennet. For tonight.
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My dear good comrade in the trenches against AoB's nonsense: I'm having Ferdinand thoughts (derogatory, mostly) and stewing. You said you thought Ferdinand's boring, if you would be up for it we could complain to hell and back about him T_T (aka, I remembered someone saying âLestilaut's bad and he doesn't even have [Ferdinand's] trauma excuse!â as if... trauma... is an excuse for... anything... also did we forget the system was inherently abusive and traumatizing orrrrrrr)
i'm always up to complain about ferdinand. i swear i tried to like aob's golden boy but he just... is bad.
like ok my main problem with him is honestly just that by being the most perfectest bestest coolest guy ever he makes the story so fuuuuuuucking boring. there are so many potential conflicts especially from part 4 onward that just get completely ironed over with "ferdinand took care of it offscreen" or "literally as soon as the problem was introduced ferdinand already had the solution", half of the remaining conflicts are just getting ferdinand to stop being an asshole long enough to easily solve the conflict, and half of the conflicts left over after that are how to stop ferdinand from being so incredibly selfless that he burns himself out solving all the story's problems before they can go anywhere interesting. it'd be one thing if he existed in a story that wasn't trying to be serious or if he was used very sparingly as a hermit whose help was difficult to acquire or came at a high price, but as it is i can't even bring myself to get that invested in new conflicts because aob's world has been mostly converted into a playground for rozemyne and ferdinand to flex their enormous brainpower over because obviously the only thing more interesting than one ridiculously overpowered protagonist whose only flaw is being too self-sacrificing is two of the damn things.
to which the counterargument is obviously "noooooo ferdinand isn't a perfect angel, he's deeply flawed!" and yeah he is, but not in a way the narrative is at all interested in doing anything but glorifying. i love it when characters are deeply flawed unpleasant assholes, but only if 1) that's taken in an interesting direction and 2) the story doesn't lie to my face and pretend everyone loves them. YS's society is systematically and inherently abusive, which means that every noble we meet is dealing with an intense web of motivations and pressures that mean being a "good" person in yurgenschmidt's nobility is basically impossible, but ideally that's a way to set up interesting tragic characters, not a reason i'm supposed to excuse ferdinand(and only ferdinand) from judgment for perpetuating that abuse and call for the execution of anyone who thinks he's an asshole.
and the counterargument to that is "oh it's not the narrative that thinks ferdinand is perfect, it's rozemyne!" but that's objectively wrong. the entire plot point of ferdinand's marriage to detlinde is when the story just spends basically an entire volume repeatedly telling the audience that ferdinand is actually the only reason anything gets done in ehrenfest ever and he's the most wonderfulest person ever and everyone is overcome with grief that their savior is gone. even sylvester's habit of pushing off work seems to exist basically entirely so we can have the literal archduke be hugely reliant on ferdinand for day-to-day work just so he can get a little extra credit.
that's not to say that he and rozemyne aren't massively codependent. they are. and again i understand that ferdinand doesn't intentionally put rozemyne in a position where he's literally the only person she can fully trust and she's both completely reliant on him for guidance and terrified of losing him, he does do that. he claims he wants her to rely on wilfried but outside of trying to train him to be more competent(unsuccessfully) he doesn't actually do anything to achieve that, and he never thinks of the perhaps more sustainable option of trying to get her an actual support network. a lot of the tragedy of her losing her life in the lower city is that originally she had a wide group of people to trust: she had her family for comfort, benno for guidance, and lutz as a peer who also knew the full story of her reincarnation. afterwards, she only has ferdinand, and the paranoia he teaches her prevents her from trying to find anyone else, to the point that she only realizes that elvira knows about her commoner origins when he's leaving! and. again. i get so hard that this is an understandable result of ferdinand's trauma making him extremely insular, it's in character, but it's also really, really something that i want the story to, at some point, actually interrogate, but it doesn't! even when ferdinand is totally for real ripped away during the marriage plotline, he actually isn't because they stay in contact the entire time and then she has an excuse to come rescue him and post-battle he's literally just back on the team and it's like he never left so that ended up having the same emotional impact as if he just moved to the next town over. so he never really "leaves", and rozemyne never has to actually get used to life without ferdinand, which would've been really interesting and a way to actually deliver on the ticking time bomb that is grooming subplots.
which he is! and to be clear, he's a groomer in the general sense, not even specifically the pedophilic sense(although yknow. he is explicitly pro-child marriage), i mean that he grooms her to accept that the way yurgenschmidt's society works is normal and fine. he's not solely responsible for the inherent abuse of feudalism, but he's a product of the system he lives in and a product that's not particularly interested in changing that system, so he views myne primarily as an aberration who needs to be incorporated into yurgenschmidt's nobility and made to understand that things work the way they do because this is the best system. i think people rail against ferdinand being called a groomer for two main reasons-- firstly people think that if you say a character is immoral you're saying that they're a bad person for liking them or finding them interesting, and secondly people not understanding that grooming isn't as simple as mustache-twirling villain evilly and intentionally completely controlling a helpless child. bc yeah rozemyne struggles against ferdinand's attempts to fit her into noble society and at multiple points does the opposite of what he tells her to, but that doesn't disprove my argument! it's actually repeatedly acknowledged(well, joked about) where characters including rozemyne and ferdinand themselves say that ferdinand has made her more and more similar to him. like basically the first thing that happens when he gets her into noble society is him convincing her to start participating in the buying and selling of orphans and speaking of orphans do not get me started on the temple it drives me so insane how her turning it into a company town where they serve as her unpaid labor is presented as her being a saint. that can't totally be blamed on ferdinand but he sure does talk her into accepting that the only way she can interact with lower status people is through the lens of a benevolent master. one of the main facets of their relationship is him making her worse.
which is interesting! conceptually! ferdinand is entirely a product of the cycle of abuse and his reaction to his trauma is to preserve that cycle even as it continues to harm him and everyone around him because it's just the way things are. on that topic, he's completely bought into yurgenschmidt's view of children where 5-year-olds are expected to be capable of fending off psychological warfare and 15-year-olds are expected to be fully mature adults, so he has a vitriolic, burning hatred for wilfried age 6 and later detlinde age 15 despite both of their biggest crimes being not magically overcoming the fact that they're being neglected and abused, because he did, which means it is possible and therefore required. even his favorite oops all negative reinforcement education is irl infamous for being literally the worst possible way to educate children because it doesn't work very well and also traumatizes them, something which rozemyne herself seems to understand when she tries to keep ferdinand from being so harsh on letizia but never ends up interrogating because she can keep up with it. just kind of because? the implication is that she has a big headstart from her being an adult university student in japan but we actually don't see him do much instructing outside of giving his pupils a bunch of stuff to memorize and then getting really mad if they don't do it fast enough, which is... not the most effective strategy, wouldn't help with her memorizing new information, and also requires her to show a level of attentiveness and reading comprehension she never actually shows when she's onscreen doing stuff because when she's onscreen she lacks basic reading comprehension and stops paying attention to literally anything she's not interested in, but all of that's just ignored because the whole reason ferdinand cares about rozemyne is that she's the only one who understands that he's just trying to do the right thing and she's the only one who can keep up with him in this world of idiot sheeple. and i don't like that either i think it's pretty boring.
the specific combination of his plot purpose mainly being to instantly solve problems and his actual character just kind of being an insufferable asshole who won't shut up about how awesome child abuse is means that unfortunately every time the male lead of the series is onscreen i'm booing and throwing tomatoes at the page because he isn't interesting enough to pull off being morally grey or fun enough to pull off being a terrible little freak. and i really do not feel sorry for him because everyone in the story is experience similar levels of abuse but mysteriously the story can recognize that it's bad when literally anyone else treats any character the way ferdinand treats everyone all the time.
the lestilaut comparison is so specifically dumb oh my god. like yeah he has the trauma excuse.... everyone does... if we take dunkelfelger seriously lestilaut was raised in an environment where his worth was entirely placed on how physically strong he is and the only solution to any problem is physical force, so that's the only way he can think of to solve problems. his main character flaws are being kind of a jerk in a way that's very normal for a teenager! like his character introduction is revealed to be him misinterpreting hannelore's desire to hang out with the cute shumils as a need to have them at any cost which combines with the existing prejudices he's been taught(yknow the excuse that works for ferdinand and nobody else) to mean that he executes a stupid plan, and then even the bride-stealing ditter plot which is... not his finest moment, definitely, but is him trying to save rozemyne from what he thinks is severe abuse. which isn't an excuse for his actions, like i said with sylvester you kind of lose the right to appeal to good intentions if your mistakes have a body count, but you could make the exact same criticism of ferdinand. i mean his "i'll get ahrensbach for you" bit is basically just the shumils thing but it's treated as romantic instead of "what the hell are you doing"
tbh in the AU i'm working on i just toss him out the window entirely but if he IS going to stick around he neeeeeeeeds to have his untouchability be dialed way the fuck down. he can't just solve literally every story problem with "and then ferdinand pulled the solution out of his ass" and there need to be things that he is actively bad at which other characters are good at. also other characters NEED to be able to criticize him for things other than being too self-sacrificing or limply saying that even though he's the most skilled wonderful guy ever it's a shame he's such a jerk. instead of having people being worried about how dependent rozemyne is on ferdinand be played for cheap jokes about her being in love with him you could idk have it GO SOMEWHERE because if ferdinand isn't totally perfect then you could have that relationship actually negatively affect her in some sort of way that could perhaps cause a narrative conflict, and there should be sympathetic characters who actively dislike him for reasons other than not being able to keep up with his amazingness. like florencia just thinks he's a massive piece of shit because he tried to get her 6 year old son condemned to the ivory tower, or lutz thinks ferdinand is wrecking the myne he knows and loves in order to fit her into noble society, or charlotte and wilfried just end up hating him after he tries teaching them because he's an abusive jerk. i don't even wanna give him a redemption arc because i don't want rozemyne to need to "fix" him and idk who else it would be outside of maybe sylvester? if i was gonna try and not fundamentally change the structure of aob i genuinely think i would just move detlinde's assassination attempt to basically as soon as he gets settled in ahrensbach and also have it succeed. just fucking kill him! make rozemyne navigate the world without him! it also killing off justus and eckhart could even make it so they're also invading ahrensbach without knowing anything about lanzenave so the silver cloth and instant-death poison can actually matter.
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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF JULY 2023đ
hello, hello! here are my nct recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers đ
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Baseball (& Other Disasters)Â ||Â @tqmiesđâ
âł Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your schoolâs baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met. Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldnât)Â
Let You || @waerieđâ
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âł jisung would never let anyone ruin his game, so he says to his friends. but the claim deteriorates when you come. (stop this is the cutest jisung fic that i have read in this month. fcking enjoyed this fic so much with all of the cuteness)
Reminiscing || @ihaechansââââđâ
âł Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.
April Showers || @lelengerineđâ
âł you never liked staying out while it rained, but perhaps youâd be okay with being all soaked if it meant being with him.
Caramel || @nctmiamiđâ
âł jaehyun canât wait to get home to you after a boys trip
Exhaustion || @xrenjunniesxđâ
âł moving houses is tiring, but itâs easier when youâre with your loved one.
Flustered By You || @lelengerineđâ
âł your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when heâs the one who should be.
Fucking Up The Sheets || @ah-ga-sevenââââđâ
âł (no summary, but its just jaehyun casually fcking up the sheets.)
Rule Number 1: Don't Fall In Love || @jaylaxiesđđđâ
âł your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!
How About Now? || @nctsplug02đâ
âł Anon Req: Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB đđđ©đ©đ©
Lowkey || @onyourhyuckđâ
âł You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.
Wicked Games || @cherryeoniisââââđâ
âł And even as your heart breaks, you canât deny that having him against you feels like your own small piece of heaven.
After You || @ryozaki21đđđâ
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âłÂ Na Jaemin had it easy. Loved by everybody, the man of everyone's dream. He's a perfect mix of a charmer and a player. Girls begged to be his, and he loved every part of it. Life used to be so fucking perfect for him. Then comes you. You're like an old book, ink fading, cover tearing, but he swears you're worth the read. Before you, life was easy. After you? He wasn't so sure.
Blue To Orange || @seren1tyhazeđâ
âłÂ your break up leaves you with a plane ticket to Greece on a couples trip with your best friend and her partner. she convinces you to still come on the trip and you meet two strangers who leave you with memories of long nights under a stunning starry sky.
Dog Sitting Gone Wrong || @onyourhyuckđâ
âłÂ You were hired by a rich man to babysit his daughter, when you arrive you realise his daughter is a dog and youâre now dog sitting while he is out running errands.
Hotel Paradise || @jaesheartđâ
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âłÂ you visit an exclusive brothel for the second time to satisfy your needs.
My Little Doll || @haechansdollđâ
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âłÂ Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.
Sunday Sinner || @smileysuhđâ
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âłÂ âEverything is wrong,â Mark sighs. âDoing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. ButâŠÂ as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.â
The V Week Spy || @smileysuhđâ
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âłÂ Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the yearâs V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- Itâs a bad time to be unsure about someoneâs feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love. (get out, this literally screams the mafia game but sexedition. i love it)
Wanna Ride? ||Â @onyourhyuckđâ
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âłÂ (if you enjoy reading biker!au's, yall should really read this series. cause sht was wonderful af and spicy)
Strawberry Sunday ||Â @doiesfavđâ
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âł You realized that your daughter would feel awkward with his own dad sometimes so you decided to do a picnic to help them improve their relationship.
Dirty, Little, Traitor || @onyourhyuckđâ
âłÂ Wherein you asked your roommate Mark to help you out with rearranging your room but ends up rearranging you instead.
Ice Cream Thief || @tddyhyckđâ
âł someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?
Safety Zone || @cherryeoniisââââđđâ
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âłÂ Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and canât cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesnât quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.
Finding Cinderella || @justalildumplingđđâ
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âłÂ it wasnât often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesnât even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.
*i think half of my reblogs for july for nct were all texts, and i am fine with that. so for this, imma rec the ones that had me choking on my spit from cackling.*
Getting Picked Up Texts || @ohmygs-blogđâ
âłÂ Anon Req: "hi, can I request where the dreamies are picking u up from school/work? cause everyone at work was picked up by their partners and Iâm here waiting for a taxi cab lol y isnât haechan picking me up smh đ€Šââïž thank you so much! I really love your works, and I really look forward to your new posts, they make me happy! ^^" ("you can ride on my handlebars" i cackled a bit too hard that i choked on my spit.)
Pulling Another Member's Photocard || @onyour--ashđâ
âłÂ (the title says it all. haechans is fcking too real. my guy i like looking at mark too. but also jaemin having a jeno collection, im ngl he probably does have a folder on his phone dedicated to jeno.)
Fuck The Police || @loudstanđâ
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âłÂ Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.
Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
#nct scenarios#nct fluff#nct 127 scenarios#nct dream scenarios#nct 127 fluff#nct dream fluff#nct smut#nct angst#nct dream angst#nct 127 angst#nct best friends to lovers au#nct friends to lovers au#nct social media au#nct dream social media au#nct werewolf au#nct established relationship au#nct fake dating au#nct roommates au#nct dad au#nct friends with benefits au#nct fic recs#nct recs#nct texts au#nct dream smut#nct 127 smut
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Ending Our Friendship
(Stranger Things AU)
Prom photos are posted at the end of the story!
WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS: 18+ ONLY (ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS) NSFW... Mature sexual content, suggestive situations and discussions, smut, pining, angst, fluff, swearing, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use.
RELATIONSHIPS: Eddie Munson x Y/n ⥠friends to lovers; Gareth, Jeff, Doug, Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Max, Lucas, and El are side characters.
Copying, translating, or posting my work as your own is expressly forbidden. I do not give my permission. Reports with credit to me are encouraged.
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What can I say about Eddie Munson? Well... he's eccentric, erratic, rambunctious, sarcastic, definitely an attention whore... irritable, obnoxious, unruly... long story short, he's kind of a dick. A menace to society whose name, behavior, interests, and all-around heavy metal image have earned him the reputation of 'Town Freak'. But it's an erroneous label born out of prejudice and arrogance, and one he most certainly doesn't deserve.
I'm not exactly a favorite among my peers either. My thrifty style, music taste, and shy demeanor make me an easy target for the ignorant fucks who dominate the high school hierarchy, and so does my association with The Hellfire Club. And since Eddie's a close friend of mine, I'm empathetic. I don't blame him for his behavior, 'cause I know it's a defense mechanism, a way of taking the torment bestowed upon him by the oppressors of Hawkins and turning it into some whimsical public attraction to hide his internal suffering and keep people on edge.
In any case, Munson's a pest. A huge, irritating, aggravating pest... a giant, perverted, flamboyant...... oh... who the fuck am I kidding? Whatever he is... I want him. I want him like a fat kid wants cake. I want him so goddamn bad that every time I lay eyes on him, hear his melodic, raspy voice, or even catch wind of his name, I feel like I wanna hurl. Fuck butterflies, that sexy son of a bitch makes me feel like I have a full-blown professional wrestling match ensuing in my gut. But could I tell him? Of course not. He doesn't see me as relationship material. I'm just 'one of the guys', permanently embedded in the friend zone, and if he ever found out my true feelings it would have grave repercussions on the whole dynamic of our collective friendships. So, I'm forced to put on a face, pretend that I'm immune to his charm, bottle up my feelings, and let them eat away at my insides.
In the four years I've attended Hawkins High not a day has gone by where Eddie Munson hasn't invaded my every thought, innocent or otherwise. Even when our interactions were non-existent, or nothing more than a hello here and there, I haven't been able to escape that scrumptious motherfucker's temptation no matter how hard I try. Ok... so I don't actually try that hard. Fuck it... I don't try at all... but I pretend to.
Eddie makes it a point to bother anyone he damn well pleases, but I seem to be his favorite prey, and I'll be damned if he doesn't get some sick perverse pleasure from incessantly teasing me. It's normal for he and I to playfully flirt and sexually tease each other. He knows he can get a rise out of me without the added contempt he gets from everyone else, but it's a game to him, just a game, one that I secretly love to play, but recently it's gotten a lot worse, and it was becoming unbearable.
Robin Buckley's the only one who knows my true feelings. She's been my best friend since we met in band freshman year. Being a bit of a loner herself, she and I just clicked. She too can't seem to find the courage to approach her respective love interest (our bandmate, Vickie), but Robin's reasons are more justified. Even still, we both live each day in a loop of self-induced torture. Robin at least gets a weekend reprieve, but not me. Sharing the same friends as Eddie, my torture is continuous, resuming every weekday morning in first-period art class, and today was another typical Friday. At least... that's how it started.
~~~~~
"Alright, guys. Today, I'm gonna meet with you all individually to see how you're doing on your projects for the year-end show. And for those of you who've decided to procrastinate... Mr. Munson, I'm looking at you... I need to ok your idea and make sure you have ample time to complete your work, and that your subject matter is appropriate."
"Aww, come on Mrs. S. You know I always finish my work on time." Eddie flashed the teacher a debonair smile.
"You better... if you finally wanna graduate. But your last project wasn't exactly school-friendly." She smiled back in jest.
I remember that project. The perfect example of Eddie's outlandish shenanigans. He'd drawn a Boris-style rendering of himself all but slaughtering his least favorite jock dipshit. But Mrs. Schwagert's one of the coolest teachers in this school, and unlike most, she's not quick to judge her students, including Eddie. She has a way of connecting with all of us.
Eddie scoffed playfully before spouting off an equally playful retort. "That hurts, Mrs. S. I thought you of all people would understand that I took an avant-garde approach, conceptualizing the fight against tyranny in today's society."
"Well, be that as it may, Mr. Munson, your tactless display of violence toward another student won't be tolerated, so I'd like to meet with you first."
I smiled to myself as Eddie exchanged playful banter with our art teacher, gawking at him like I do most of the day until their meeting was concluded, and like clockwork, he resumed his position right up my ass.
"Hi, there!" He proclaimed in his best baritone imitation of Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington from 'Welcome Back Kotter'.
I closed my sketch pad and looked up. "Now, the Sweathog part I get, but Washington? I don't see it."
"Ok, how 'bout Barbarino?"
He started shimmying back and forth in proper Barbarino fashion and I burst into laughter.
"Um... the hair, maybe, but you're not exactly a chick magnet. You're more of a mashup between Epstein and Horshack. Quick-witted, but super annoying."
"Fair enough." He plopped into the open seat next to me. "So... does that make you Hotsy Totsy, my little... Bunny?"
Oh yeah... every day Eddie makes it a point to devise a new moniker for me that starts with the next sequential letter of the alphabet. Today we were back to B.
"Not quite. I don't have a kid or moonlight as a stripper." I gave him a cheeky smile.
"You sure about that? You look like you belong on a street corner in that outfit."
I scoffed. "It's not that bad."
I looked down at my clothes. Ok, the v-neck crop top and fish nets, sure, but my skirt covered my waist and it wasn't that short. Suddenly feeling self-conscious I wrapped my sweater around myself, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Whatever you say. I'm certainly not complaining."
He looked me up and down with a Cheshire grin, and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't you have someone else you can pester? I'm busy."
"Doing what? More doodles that you refuse to share with me? What do you draw in there anyway? Is it your secret crush? Ooo! Is it me?"
He could not be more spot on. My sketch pad was filled with doodles of his mouthwatering, metalhead physique, as well as some more risqué renderings that I may or may not imagine him doing to me like... all the time. So of course, I lied.
"You wish, Munson."
"Oh, I do, Bunny. But if it's not me, then who is it? That Ian Astbury guy, or uh... what's his face... that wrestler? The one who looks like a roided up Tom Selek, um..." he snapped his fingers in recognition, "oh, Scott Hall? Wait!... It's Harrington isn't it? I know you two are chummy, and I wouldn't blame you. He's a dreamy hunk of hairy beast, but I'd have no problem being your dirty little sidepiece."
Eddie cocked his head to the side, flashed me a suave smile, and wiggled his eyebrows. He was such a dork, but he was right... about the chummy part anyway. Steve Harrington is my friend, which is a fucking miracle in its own right seeing that before he and Robin started working together, I never got a second glance from the 'King' of Hawkins High, but it turns out he's a gentle soul, and not the egotistical, jock douche we thought he was. But Robin puts it best, our friendship with Steve is platonic with a capital P.
"Hmm, as tempting as that sounds... I think I'll pass."
"Ok, suit yourself. Gareth would kill me if I tried to lay a hand on you anyway. Sisters are off limits."
I wasn't actually Gareth's sister, but I've lived next door to him since we were kids, and our families are super close. I do love that dumbass like a brother, but like most brothers, he's an annoying shit with a big mouth, so he has no idea how I feel about Eddie.
"Speaking of your lovable, surrogate little brother, you comin' to watch us practice tonight?"
"I wouldn't exactly call what you guys do, practice. All you do is fuck around and rip on each other the whole time."
"True, but you keep us in check, so you have to come over."
"Oh, I have to, huh? What if I don't feel like it?"
"Well, then I'll be forced to wait 'til Tuesday to waste my sexual prowess on girls who won't give me the time of day, resulting in me crying myself to sleep, again."
He popped out his bottom lip and gave me puppy dog eyes. Goddammit!
"Uh-huh. And... why do you suppose that is?"
"Well, probably because they don't know how to handle my natural charisma and raw animal magnetism. If they knew what they were missing, they'd be all over me."
"Is that right?" I leaned toward him provocatively, making sure to flaunt my cleavage. "And uh, what exactly are they missing?"
He was visibly frazzled, just how I wanted him. He swallowed hard, trying to make eye contact but unable to peel his gaze from my tits.
"Um... let's just say, that when it comes to the utmost in sexual pleasure... I'm your guy."
"Mmm... that good, are ya?"
"Oh, Bunny. I'm first-rate."
"And you think I... would be able to handle you?"
"Maybe..." He swallowed again. "There's only one way to know for sure."
"Is that so?" I looked him over seductively. "Sounds like that'd be one hell of a time."
"You have no idea."
I nodded slowly and smiled, our faces separated by mere inches.
"I suppose I don't." I stared at his lips, watching him squirm uncomfortably in his chair, and I went in for the kill. "Well, Mr. Fantastic, how could I refuse an offer like that?"
I leaned closer as if going in for a kiss and SMACKED him square in the forehead.
"OW, SHIT! SON OF A..."
I sat back in my chair as he pressed the butt of his hand to his forehead.
"I've gotta hand it to ya, Munson, I didn't think your persistence could be any more annoying, but you proved me wrong."
"Ok, I get it. No sexy time from Bunny. Way to crush my ego."
"I thought you'd be used to it by now. You can keep laying it on as thick as you want. I'm not sleeping with you."
"Y/l/n! I'll meet with you now. Get back to work, Mr. Munson."
"Yes, ma'am!" Eddie gave Mrs. S. a salute.
"Saved by scholastic decree. Catch you on the flip side, Fabio."
I smiled slyly, grabbed my sketchbook, and made my way to Mrs. S's desk as Eddie yelled after me.
"Let me know if you change your mind."
"I won't."
Without turning around I gave him the finger. I caught the faint sound of his chuckle and smiled to myself.
~~~~~
With my Walkman blaring, I navigated my way toward the cafeteria through the crowded hallways of Hawkins High, trying not to get knocked around like a pinball when Robin came running up to me in true motormouth fashion.
"Hey-gotta skip lunch to finish my history assignment-try to find a date for prom-meet up with you later-love you-bye!"
And like that, she disappeared into the sea of students before I could get a word in. This meant I'd have to sit with the Hellfire Club today, so I took a detour and headed to their table.
"What's the haps, nerds? Mind if I sit?"
I got lazy waves from the older boys, but Dustin and Mike immediately perked up and flashed me bashful smiles and enthusiastic waves, which I returned in kind.
"I've got a seat for you right here."
Eddie patted his lap. I smiled seductively, walked toward him, and squatted as if about to sit. The look on his face was priceless, but just before my ass made contact with his lap, I straightened up and crushed his dreams.
"Ooo... fat chance, fucker. Scoot over bro."
I nudged Gareth, plopping down in the seat between him and Eddie.
"Well, played, Bunny."
"Bunny? Are you still playing that stupid letter game?" Gareth asked.
"Unfortunately."
"You know you love it."
I flashed Eddie an unamused smile and started digging into my lunch bag.
"No Buckley today?" Gareth asked receiving a shake of my head as confirmation. "Hey, that girl Becky from band asked me to Prom."
I had a mouth full of food. "Mm, I like her. She's super sweet."
"Prom? You're actually gonna attend that monstrosity?"
"Why wouldn't I? Becky's hot. Just 'cause no one will go with you doesn't mean I have to sit at home with my thumb up my ass."
"Oh, sweet burn."
Mike gave Gareth a high five, and I couldn't hold back a laugh at Eddie's expense.
"Wheeler, it's not wise to upset your Dungeon Master."
Eddie flashed Mike an evil grin and Mike's face fell. He quickly turned his attention back to Gareth.
"El and I are going too. Do you guys wanna ride with us? We're getting a limo."
"Thanks, man, but we're hitching a ride with Buckley, Harrington, and Y/n."
"You're going too?"
Eddie looked at me somewhat perplexed.
"Mm-hm." I continued to eat nonchalantly, watching Eddie laugh in disbelief.
"With who?"
I furrowed my brow. Was that a hint of jealousy in his tone? Nah, couldn't be.
"Myself... and..." I waved my finger in a circle around the table to indicate everyone sitting there.
"You're all going?"
"Yes, killjoy. Nothing is stopping you from coming with us. It's a Masquerade theme this year. It'll be fun."
"Fun?! Bunny, I have no desire to attend the masquerade of forced conformity." He smiled smugly.
"Well, we do. So shut your face."
Still sensing the piercing glare of a pair of deep brown eyes, I lifted my head slowly to see Eddie smiling at me, elbow on the table and chin in hand.
"Yes?" I droned.
"Whatcha listenin' to?"
"Music," I retorted, jerking back when Eddie tried to steal my headphones.
"Why so secretive? Isn't she secretive?" Eddie addressed the younger boys of the group.
"Eddie, she probably just wants to eat her lunch in peace," Dustin answered.
"Pshh, then she's at the wrong table," Mike joked.
I shot them a friendly wink.
"Who's side are you guys on? You gotta crush on her or something? Well, you can both stop kissing her ass 'cause she's too old for you."
"I don't. I have the sweetest girlfriend in the world, and she's a genius."
"She's not very smart if she's dating you."
"Shut up, Jeff." Dustin threw a carrot at Jeff and Eddie chucked a pretzel at Dustin and Mike.
"Jesus, you guys are such dicks. Stop tormenting them. Dusty, is Susie coming?"
"I wish. Her dad'll never let that happen. I'm goin' stag... again."
"Don't worry, I'll save you a dance." He smiled bashfully.
"Jesus, this is torment. I'm surprised you're not going with Harrington." Eddie addressed me before turning to Dustin. "You know she draws erotic pictures of him in her sketchbook, right?"
"What?!" The whole table exclaimed.
"I do not." I shoved the side of Eddie's head.
"Do you really?"
"Of course not, Dusty. Eddie just refuses to let go of his nonconformist pride and have a little fun, so he's taking his frustration out on me. You know Steve and I are JUST FRIENDS!" I emphasized, staring daggers at Eddie before turning back to my food.
"Then show me the sketchbook."
"Fuck off, Munson... hey, what the..." Before I could react Eddie swiped my headphones and put them on. "Give 'em back, asshole!"
"Goddamn! This is some heavy shit. What is this?"
"It's your face meeting my fist if you don't give 'em back."
He held me at arm's length as I tried, and failed, to reclaim my headphones, but I soon gave up, crossing my arms over my chest in a huff.
"Ok, fine! It's 'The Raging Wrath of the Easter Bunny'."
"Hahaha! WHAT?"
"It's a demo. The band's called Mr. Bungle. They're from Eureka."
"Well, isn't that fortuitous, 'cause my little Bunny is definitely raging and wrathful today."
He screwed up his face, mocking me. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Where did you get this?"
"I'm a tape trader, remember?"
"No. I'd definitely remember you telling me something like that."
"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy running your mouth all the time, you'd actually hear what other people have to say."
"This... this is fuckin' brutal. It's like, black metal meets speed."
Eddie was in his own little world. I threw my hands up in disbelief and shook my head.
"See. Didn't hear a damn thing I just said."
"You gotta make me a copy of this."
"You know, you're awfully demanding today."
He shot me a wink and handed over my headphones. I swiped them out of his hand giving him the evil eye.
"I figured you'd be listening to that goth or glam bullshit. What other cool stuff you got?"
"I've got a lotta cool shit. I got this in my most recent haul along with a demo from Guns 'N' Roses, and one from Faster Pussycat. But they're both glam bullshit," I emphasized sarcastically.
"Glam. Gay L.A. music, you mean."
"Oh, whatever, asshole. Axel Rose has some killer pipes. And Kelly Nickels, the bassist from Faster Pussycat... total YUM! He was actually in the running to be the bassist for W.A.S.P. Bet you didn't know that, did ya? UGHH! I swear, what I would give to be the center of a Blackie Lawless and Kelly Nickels sandwich." I scanned the horrified faces at the table and froze. "Um... sorry... I forgot I'm not sitting with Robin." I took a huge chug of my drink and averted my gaze, dying of embarrassment.
"Isn't Kelly Nickels that guy you said looks like Munson?"
I choked on my beverage, hacking, and coughing, leaving no room for subtlety. Stealing a glance at Eddie I saw his smug grin. I had to think fast.
"Uh, I did not say that, Gareth."
"I'm pretty sure you did."
"Well, you're wrong." I smacked his arm, wanting to crawl into a deep dark hole and die.
"Uh-huh... I knew it. You do wanna fuck me."
"Ugg! Munson, get over yourself." I stood up and collected my shit.
"Aw, come on. Where you goin'?"
"I've lost my appetite." I spat at Eddie. "Catch you later, losers." I turned to Dustin and Mike. "Not you two. You guys will always be my little cuties."
I scrunched my nose, kissed Dustin's head, and mussed Mike's hair, smiling at their giddy expressions, then I waved at Jeff and Doug, stuck my tongue out at Gareth, gave Eddie the finger, and left. I could still hear him laughing as I walked away.
Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked away. "Dude, you're gonna bore a hole in her back if you stare at her any harder."
"Hmph, she totally wants me," Eddie said smugly to no one in particular.
"Munson, just ask her out already and put us all out of our misery."
"That would negate the sister rule, Gareth."
"She's not my sister, so if you wanna give it a shot, be my guest. But you gotta stop comin' at her guns blazing, or she's gonna kick your ass."
"Now that I'd love to see."
"Jeff, if I want your opinion, I'll beat it outta you."
"Whatever, Munson, but Gareth's right. If this is your idea of playing it cool, it's not working. You need to stop being so rash... with all of us. She sees right through it, and it looks like it's starting to get to her."
Eddie thought about it for a moment. Maybe they're right. He loved his little sheep, and picking on you was his favorite pastime, but he was being an inconsiderate ass.
You've consumed Eddie's thoughts since the day Corroded Coffin started practicing at Gareth's house. He knew who you were. Being a year older than Gareth you'd already attended Hawkins High for a year, but you never actually spoke to one another until that fateful day in the fall of '83. You heard the commotion in the garage and decided to stroll over. That's when you two were formally introduced, and you permanently imprinted on his mind and his heart. It was the first day of the rest of his life, but you weren't yet 16, and he'd just turned 18 and he was not gonna open that can of worms. It didn't stop him from playfully pestering you every day. And when you turned 18 a few months back he bumped it up a notch, but lately, he's noticed that you've been on edge and not as receptive to his teasing. Was it losing its luster for you? Were you genuinely annoyed? He couldn't let that happen. You were too important to him, but there was only one way to find out, and he knew exactly where you'd be.
~~~~~
I entered the clearing in the woods and hopped onto the picnic table, hoping to spare myself any more embarrassment or harassment by finishing a cigarette before Eddie showed up.
I wasn't pissed at him, just pissy in general. He's been making it so much harder to mask my feelings and my sexual frustration with blatant denial, and I was starting to lash out, which made me feel incredibly guilty. I could try asking him to stop, but then he'd know something was up, so suffer I will. But it was evident as Eddie came strolling into the clearing that luck was not on my side today.
"Ah, shit... can't I have a moment's peace?"
"You're not escaping my sexy mug that easily, Bunny."
I smiled sarcastically, arms draped lazily over my knees. I watched Eddie park his ass next to me, pull a soft pack of Camels from his vest pocket, shake one out, and trap it between his lips. (Jesus, why when it comes to this man does my mind turn something so innocent into filth?) He flicked his Zippo shut and took a drag. Resting his forearms on his knees and clasping his hands together, he studied my face.
"What, do I have something in my teeth?" I started rubbing them with my finger.
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"'Cause you're sexy." He smiled slyly, taking another drag.
I exhaled heavily, leaning my forehead on my palms, visibly irritated.
"Ok, ok. I'll stop. I was actually wondering what you're doing for Schwag's class."
I whipped my head around, confusion written all over my face. Was I just transported into a parallel universe? Not only did Eddie stop teasing me on his own accord, but he's making small talk.
"What?"
"What are you doing for Schwagert's class?"
He flashed me a sweet smile, which is so unlike him. It was strange but refreshing, and it was stirring something inside me. I suddenly felt nervous, and uneasy... and kinda horny.
"Hey, you ok? You look like you're having some kinda... internal struggle. I promise I won't laugh if that's what you're worried about. I'm genuinely curious."
I was staring at him like he had three heads.
"Um, no... I um... I'm gonna do a portrait series."
"Self-portraits?"
"No, I hate self-portraits. I was actually considering drawing you if you wanna sit for me... and if you can keep your trap shut for a few hours."
His face fell. "You... you wanna draw me?"
"Yeah. Emphasis on the 'shut trap'." I took a drag from my cigarette as an embarrassing thought occurred to me, followed by more word vomit. "I mean, n-not like nude or anything." His smug ass perked right back up.
"Well, I'm not opposed," he said looking rather assuming.
"Dude, seriously."
He just kept laughing. "Ok, ok... but why me?"
"I don't know. You just have this... look." My eyes finally met his.
"I have a look?"
"Mm-hm."
I looked away sucking on my cigarette. Eddie was seemingly deep in thought and started playing with his rings.
"Um... what kinda look?"
"Not a bad look."
His head snapped up and he smiled mischievously.
"Really?"
I rolled my eyes. "Slow your roll, Munson... but yes. Your look, it's... well, it's distinctive and commanding. Good or bad, you can't deny that you have this... charisma... that makes you impossible to ignore. I wanna capture that." I was expecting some perverted retort, but it never came.
"Well, uh... that's... extremely flattering. I um... I didn't realize you saw me that way."
I couldn't read his expression, but the wrestlers in my stomach were at it again, powerbomb after powerbomb, and I felt the need to cover my tracks.
"I do. I mean, n-not like in that way. I can ignore you if I want to. You don't make it easy... b-but I can..." I rested my elbows on my knees, held my fingertips to my forehead, and sighed. "You just... your look is particular, that's all I'm saying." Shit, this was so embarrassing.
"Uh... o-kay?"
"So... will you do it?" I still couldn't look up.
"Absolutely! Just tell me when and where."
My head shot up. "Wow, um... ok, great... w-we could do it tonight if you want?"
I screwed up my face, immediately wanting to shove my foot in my mouth.
"Bunny, we can do it on this goddamn table, right here right now." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Jesus, I set myself up for that one. You know I didn't mean it like that."
He was giggling like an idiot. "Sorry, I couldn't pass up that opportunity."
Sorry? He never apologizes for his behavior.
"Ok, what the hell is up with you?"
"Whatta you mean?"
"I mean, you're being relatively polite, and making small talk. It's not like you. Did we transport to Bizarro World or something?"
He chuckled. "Just call me Eidde." He smiled bashfully. "I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."
"Ok?" I shot him a sideways glance, but he just sat there, smoking his cigarette, smiling. "Well, we can start tonight at Gareth's." He nodded in agreement. "So what're you gonna do? Did you think of more ingenious ways to flaunt your hatred for Carver?"
He let out a huge belly laugh. "Um, no... Mrs. S. shot down my idea for a sequel. I'm probably gonna do an installation so I can incorporate my music."
"Oh! I like that idea. It's a shame about the sequel though. I was impressed with the original, but I'm biased. Carver's a douche with a capital bag."
We chuckled staring at each other for a moment.
"Yeah, well, it's nice to know someone appreciates my artistic talent."
Eddie placed his hand on my knee and gave it a little squeeze, but instead of shirking it off, I patted it, but he pulled away rather quickly, looking like he didn't know what he should do with his hand.
"So, you're really agreeing to help me?"
"Yep."
"Just like that? No... proposition or outrageous demands in return?"
"Well, since you suggested it..." His smile was wicked.
"Jesus, why the hell do I keep opening my big mouth?"
His grin widened. "Since your big mouth is already open, how 'bout a big sloppy blowjob... or I'll settle for a big wet kiss... or... we can cut right to the chase and finally fuck." He nudged my shoulder.
"Jesus, you're hopeless. Is that all? Do you want my first born too?" (Fuck! I did it again!)
"Well, I can cum inside you when we're fuckin'."
I shoved him so hard, I knocked his giggling ass off the table, but I welcomed the distraction of his laughing fit because the thought of him cumming inside me made my cheeks flush and my thighs clench involuntarily. If spontaneous combustion is truly a thing, consider me Spinal Tap drummer number seven. Luckily the position in which he fell and the time it took him to climb back onto the table was enough for me to collect myself.
"You're a fucking pervert."
"I know, I can't help it."
"Well, try." He nodded. "Why don't you agree to come to prom with all of us instead?"
"Um... that doesn't exactly benefit me. So, no... it has to be option 1, 2, or 3."
"Ok, then I guess I'll pick option 4, none of the above."
"Then you can't draw me."
His expression was serious. I didn't know how to react until he snickered and cracked a smile before erupting into full-on laughter. I smacked him upside the head and he yelped.
"You're such a dick, Munson."
He was still rolling, trying to catch his breath. "Ha! Uh ha, hmm... ok, fine, you can still draw me, but prom? That's really not my thing."
"You're missin' out."
"On what? Shitty music and jock scrutiny? No thanks. But I do wanna ask you something."
We locked eyes. His expression was foreign. He's never looked at me like this before. It was like... adoration mixed with worry. Was he nervous? He looked nervous. Or was I nervous?
"Does um... does my behavior bother you?"
I looked at him quizzically. Why would he care what I thought?
"Um... no. I mean, you definitely know how to push my buttons... and sometimes I just wanna strangle you... but you're one of my best friends. I understand your humor. But you do need to lay off the boys."
He looked only partially relieved. "Fair enough. I just... well, you're a cool girl... and I really enjoy our banter, but you seem a little on edge lately, so I just wanted to make sure. I've never had a female friend as accepting as you, so I don't wanna push you away."
I stared at him in shock, like maybe his three heads would sprout horns. He seemed genuinely worried about upsetting me.
"Ok, is this like, a reverse invasion of the body snatchers or something? Who are you?"
We both laughed. His smile was huge, and so fucking gorgeous. Then I saw it. The subtle movement of his eyes falling to my lips. Did I just see that, or did I imagine it? I felt lightheaded and my heart was pounding as he slid closer, smiling as he scanned my face. (Headlock, shoot off, drop down, leapfrog, hip toss, cover, and 1... 2... 3... wrestler pinned... insert pyro explosion here)
I think I stopped breathing, and then... (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrringggggggg) Our heads swiveled toward the school. Ugg! That fucking bell. We turned our attention back to each other. Eddie let out a heavy breath, suddenly bashful, and awkwardly backed away, and I finally took a breath.
"Um... we... we should probably..."
"Yeah, um... I'll... I'll walk you back."
~~~~~
We walked through the hall in silence, still smiling, occasionally stealing glances at each other. I had no idea how to process what just happened. What did just happen? Was it even anything? I looked at Eddie. His smile was so bashful, almost innocent. It was so fucking CUTE I wanted to hug him, squeeze him, and call him George.
That's it... we were definitely in Bizarro World.
~~~~~
Sitting on the couch in Gareth's garage, my pencil flowed over the pages of my sketchbook with ease. Eddie was my fucking muse. It's amazing what I can accomplish when I'm drawing a willing participant. But when 'practice' was over, I had the misfortune of being a part of the most fucked up conversation in the history of conversations.
"Is that the latest Hustler? Ooo, toss that over here." Eddie wasted no time flipping through the pages.
"Jesus, you guys have a one-track mind."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black. I know for a fact you like to read those cheesy smut books."
I threw an empty beer can at Gareth. "Way to sell me out, asshole."
"Smut books, huh? A bit of a dirty bird aren't ya, Bunny?"
"This coming from the man who has a pile of nudie mags under his bed. And don't give me that 'I read the articles' excuse."
"I do read the articles."
"I'm not talking about letters to Penthouse." I smiled cheekily.
"She's got you there, Munson," Gareth said.
"Ok, my deviance is a surprise to no one, but this little dirty bird seems to be hiding more than just doodles. So, Bunny... what're your other guilty pleasures?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
I flashed him an irritated look. "Eddie, if you think I'm gonna tell you that you're outta your goddamn mind."
"Awww... come on. Don't be a prude."
Gareth, Jeff, and Doug turned their attention to Eddie, probably expecting me to kick his ass. I turned to look at him and sighed. He wasn't gonna let this go, so I figured I'd have a little fun with him.
"Alright... you really wanna know?"
Sitting on the edge of the couch, nodding like an idiot, a stupid grin spread across his face, Eddie anxiously awaited my reply.
"I wanna know."
"Me too."
Jeff and Doug, my peanut gallery.
"I'm not sure I do."
"SHHH! Shut up, Gareth. No one cares what you think."
Eddie was too preoccupied to notice Gareth giving him the finger.
"Ok... fine. If you really wanna know, I'll tell you."
Eddie took a sip of his beer. I could see the excitement in his eyes, so I exhaled heavily.
"Yes, I like smut novels. I draw a lot of erotic pictures, and I too read Letters to Penthouse. I also enjoy watching porn."
All four of them were frozen in place, Eddie in mid-swig and the other three with their jaws on the floor. Eddie swallowed hard before speaking.
"Like, what kinda porn?" He asked sheepishly.
All four boys were waiting impatiently with bated breath.
"Ok, um... well, the softcore, romantic stuff is my favorite, but I do enjoy a bit of hardcore." I gauged Eddie's reaction. He was mesmerized, eyes glued to my face as he took another sip of his beer. "I occasionally enjoy some girl-on-girl. Threesomes are so hot. Two girls and one guy, one girl and two guys, it doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm down for a Blackie/Kelly sandwich. Oh, and voyeurism. I love the thought of watching people fuck while I touch myself... really gets me goin'."
Eddie spit out a mouthful of beer and the others were all in a daze, mouths agape, processing everything I just said, but it was Eddie who broke the silence.
"And... how exactly did you pick up these little... hobbies?"
"Dude, I'm a shy, introvert, outcast... we're as freaky as they come."
"It's always the quiet ones," Doug said in disbelief.
"Mm-hm. Well... now that the cat's outta the bag, I have a date with my VCR and a naughty VHS. Later, losers."
(Suck it, Munson!) I gave a triumphant smile, winked at Eddie, turned on my heels, and headed to my garage making sure to shake my hips as I left.
Eddie sat staring at the ground. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a cold shower after that one."
"Me, too."
"Me three."
Eddie looked at his friends, who were all still in shock. "Do... do you think she's serious?"
He jumped off the couch and bolted after you.
"Hey, Munson, wait... MUNSON!" Gareth sprinted after Eddie and grabbed his arm before he could make it to your house. "Dude! Seriously? She was just fucking with you."
Eddie bowed his head in defeat and followed Gareth back to his garage. He sat down and resumed staring at the ground adjusting his crotch uncomfortably as Jeff and Doug grabbed their gear.
"You guys outta here?" Gareth asked.
"Yep. We'll see you tomorrow."
They waved goodbye and made their way to Jeff's car. Gareth turned his attention to Eddie, noticing his frustration.
"Munson, just fuckin' tell her."
Eddie threw his head back against the couch and rubbed his hands over his face, groaning.
"Come on, Gareth. You know I can't."
"Why?"
"'Cause we've got a good thing going. If I confess my love and she doesn't feel the same I'll lose her forever, or at the very least things'll just be incredibly awkward. But I can't stop fucking thinking about her." Eddie looked toward your house. "You know her better than I do. What should I do?"
"Ok, here's what I do know. If she's willing to take your shit... there's gotta be somethin' else there. No one's crazy enough to tolerate your dumb ass unless they want to, but if she does have feelings for you, she'll never make the first move, so I think you should approach her. I also know that she was lying at lunch. She can deny it all she wants but she really does think you look like that Kelly Nickels guy. That's gotta count for something."
Eddie smiled to himself. "Maybe."
"Well, either you tell her, or I will, 'cause all this pining shit... it's really fucking irritating. And swallow your pride, man. Ask her to prom. You know you'll have fun with her. Go ask her now. She's probably sitting in her garage."
Eddie let out a huge sigh. "Alright, man, but the whole feelings thing... let me test the water... if she seems receptive then I'll spill my guts."
"Good luck, dude."
Eddie gave Gareth a bro handshake, grabbed a couple of beers, and shuffled toward your garage. When he got close enough he heard you talking, probably on the phone. He knew he shouldn't listen but the devil on his shoulder convinced him otherwise, so he leaned against the corner of your garage just out of sight.
~~~~~
"Oh, come on, Robin. He was asking for it."
"Yes but when you do that it only riles him up more."
"Him? What about me? The flirting and teasing have only gotten worse. I can't fucking take it anymore."
"Exactly. You know how he is. If you keep egging him on you're only making things worse for you. Just tell him how you feel."
"Robin... you know I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because... he's my friend."
"And?"
"And... if he rejects me... things'll be super awkward. And if he still wants to be my friend I'll be forced to suppress my feelings just to maintain some sort of normalcy around him, and I'll be no better off."
"Did you at least ask him to the dance?"
"Not exactly. I suggested he come with all of us, but you know how he is. He's too proud to 'give in to the masquerade of forced conformity'." I said in my best Eddie voice.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you. Just keep dropping hints. Maybe he'll get the message."
"I hope so. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I want to be with him so fucking bad, but I don't wanna lose him."
"I understand, trust me I do."
"I know. Well, I'm gonna go watch my movie, take my mind off shit. Tell Steve I said hi."
"Hey, Dingus! Y/n says hi! He's waving at you."
"Nice."
"Well, we love you girly."
"Love you guys too."
I hung up the phone and stared at my open sketch pad, utterly lost in Eddie's image.
Eddie's eyes were wide with shock. He could only hear your side of the conversation, but he had no doubt who you were talking about. Jesus H. Christ! You have feelings... for him. You pretend you don't but you do! This... this changes everything! So why was this dread still lingering in his chest? Nerves maybe? He had to say something, but he didn't want to come on too strong. Act casual... yeah. That's what he'll do... just... act casual. After silently syking himself up he took a few deep breaths and decided to make his move.
"BOO!"
"JESUS CHRIST!" I jumped out of my skin, nearly falling off of my stool. "You think you're funny, asshole?"
Eddie was doubled over with laughter as I sat there clutching my chest.
"Hahahahaha! Ohhhh, no... I think I'm adorable."
"Ugg! I hate you so much, Munson."
"Awww, come on now. You know that's not true. May I come in?"
I released a heavy sigh. "Sure... whatever."
"Here, a peace offering."
He handed me a beer.
"Thanks."
We sat in silence for a moment as he checked out all the drawings hanging above my desk.
"Jesus, you're amazing. I love your style. The way you see the world, it's just... incredible."
"Thanks." I smiled bashfully.
He motioned to my open sketch pad.
"May I?"
"Sure." Ahhhhhhh! His smile makes my fucking insides liquefy.
"Oh, Bunny... these are fantastic! I've never looked so good." He flashed a cheeky smile and flipped to the front of the book.
"Nice try. You won't find anything. This sketchbook is strictly for school projects."
He let out a breathy laugh. "You caught me. I wish you'd show me your personal drawings. You're so passionate about your work. Like I am with my music."
"Maybe someday, Munson." I flashed him a sweet smile.
"Um, you mind if I turn on some tunes?"
"No, go ahead."
He started fiddling with the record player.
"Looks like your old man was listening to Clapton. I'll just leave that on."
"Works for me."
He positioned the record player needle and shuffled back to his chair.
"So... what's on your agenda for this evening... besides hardcore porn... and me?"
He smiled wickedly, pulled his smokes from his vest pocket, and went through his routine.
"Not fucking you, Munson."
I loved hearing him laugh, or talk... or move... or fucking breathe. Whatever the hell he was doing... I loved it.
"So, do you actually watch all that stuff, or were you just fuckin' with me?"
"Uh..." I eyeballed him hesitantly, but his expression was calm, and not flirtatious, so I gave him this one. "Yeah... I do."
He raised his brow and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Well... that's um... that's hot. I was just gonna head home, get high, and play guitar, but now... I think I'm gonna have to rub one out. Care to turn it into phone sex? Preferably while you're still watching porn?"
(JESUS CHRIST! I know what I'm drawing tonight) I rolled my eyes. "Dude! What is with you? You've been so lewd lately. Like, more than usual." He smiled cheekily and stared at me. "No! No phone sex, no fucking, just... no!"
His whole body shook with laughter. "Ok, then I guess I'm goin' solo. So, if you're not gonna watch porn, what are you gonna do?"
I shook my head. "I'm gonna watch 'Help'."
"Can't say I've seen it."
"Really? It's a super corny Beatles movie."
"Oh, I know what it is, I just haven't seen it. Is it good?"
"I love it. It's one of my favorites. I watch it with my mom all the time."
"Speaking of the lovely Mrs. Y/l/n, where are your folks?"
"They're visiting my grandma this weekend."
"Well, that's a shame. I'll just have to schmooze your mom next time. So... was tonight's session enough to do your project, or do you need me to sit for you again?"
(Ok, what the fuck?) "Alright dude, what's going on? You're doing it again."
"What?"
"Oh, come on. For the past few months, you've been... I don't know... a lot more perverted, but today you're trying to incorporate small talk and some semblance of courtesy. So what's going on?"
"I don't know. Maybe I want you to see a different side of me, so I'm talking about things that aren't strictly sex oriented."
"Yeah, but why?"
"Well... maybe I like you."
"HA! Hyeah, right. If you don't wanna tell me the real reason, just say so. You don't need to make shit up."
"Who says I'm making shit up?"
I tried to play it cool, not letting on that the instant those words left his lips Hulk Hogan leg dropped King Kong Bundy.
"Uh... I am."
"Why? Is it so hard to believe that I could see you as more than just a friend?"
I scoffed. "Yeah, a fuck buddy, maybe."
Jesus, it felt like an Alien was about to punch through my chest. I reached for my smokes and lit up trying to thwart my anxiety.
Eddie nodded solemnly, but when 'Wonderful Tonight' started to play, he set down his beer and held out his hand.
"Wanna dance?"
I must've looked like a deer in headlights.
"What?"
"Come on... dance with me."
I snuffed out my cigarette looking at him hesitantly. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, threw my arms around his neck, wrapped his around my waist, and pulled me close. He started swaying us back and forth, his head nestled next to mine, but when the chorus hit I got ballsy. Knowing this wasn't bound to last, I decided to live in the moment. I leaned my head on his shoulder, squeezed my arms tighter, closed my eyes, and started playing with his hair, but to my shock and delight, he tightened his grip around my waist and leaned his head against mine, grazing my back with his fingertips. We embraced silently for several minutes, and all I could think was that I could die happy at this very moment... and then he had to go and fucking ruin it.
"Go to prom with me?"
His voice was so faint I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. I lifted my head, our eyes lingering on each other's faces, and I scowled, about to lose my shit.
"What? Ok, now I know you're joking."
"I'm not joking."
"Eddie, stop it. This isn't funny."
I broke away and went to shut off the record player, ready to scream. We just held each other so fucking tight, and there was something about the way he touched me. Probably just wishful thinking, but it seemed like we had a moment.
"Al-alright fine. Don't believe me."
"Why should I when you've been shitting on the idea all day?"
He was silent. I slumped my shoulders, released a sigh, and faced him. "Ok, fine, don't answer me. I'm gonna go watch my movie."
Eddie was chewing on his thumbnail, his other hand in his pocket, and he was staring at the ground nodding. He actually looked disappointed, and I had to admit, I felt kinda guilty. I didn't want him to leave, but this charade had to stop.
"Hey, um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. You don't have to go. I just... I want the nonsense to stop, ok? If you want you can watch 'Help' with me."
His head shot up so fast I thought he'd have whiplash.
"Um, yeah, ok. Your parents won't mind?"
"No, they know you. It's not like we're fuckin' or anything."
"Well..."
"DON'T... say it."
Signature Munson, never missing a beat. Jesus, my emotions were bouncing back and forth like a game of Pong.
~~~~~
We were on the couch in my basement, which also doubled as my bedroom. It was a pretty sweet setup if I say so myself.
"You're right. This is a really weird movie. Not as trippy as 'Tommy', but still pretty bad."
He pulled his arms up to shield himself from my slap but was unsuccessful.
"Oh, shut up. It's awesome and you know it. And so is 'Tommy'."
"No, you're right. I do like 'Tommy'. Ann Margaret's hot." His smile was so goofy.
"So is Roger Daltrey," I smirked. "Ooo, I love this part. Paul using the girl as a guitar."
"Ooo, that looks like fun. Come 'ere."
"What?" He reached for my arm and pulled me across the couch. "What... what're you...? Hey! Hahaha!"
"Come on, sit on my lap. Put your hand on your hip, hold the other arm out... there we go. Now... I play."
I was dying of laughter as Eddie played my arms like a guitar and started singing along to 'Another Girl'.
đ¶For I have got, another girl
Another girl who will love me till the end
Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend
I don't wanna say that I've been unhappy with you
But as from today, well, I've seen somebody that's new
I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want
For I have got, another girlđ¶
Eddie stopped playing, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled my giggling ass against his chest, continuing to rock me in time with the music, only this time, when the song ended, I stayed put.
"I thought you didn't like The Beatles."
"I never said that. I just said I never saw this movie, but my mom used to listen to them too."
I smiled, taking the opportunity to rest my head back against his shoulder and wrap my arms around his. I felt his hair tickle my neck, so I looked up and found him smiling at me. Our faces were so fucking close. I smiled back and he leaned down and kissed my cheek.
"W-what was that for?"
"Just felt like it. I'm having a good time."
"M-me too."
There was that look again. The same one from this afternoon at the picnic table. That look of adoration, but this time with a little something extra. And there was no bell. Nothing to break the trance. I couldn't look away as he scanned my face and brushed some stray hair behind my ear, his hand now resting on my cheek. A flash of eyes to lips, and then...
NOTHING!
He returned his arm to my waist and turned back to the TV.
(Mother... Shhhh... Jesu... what the... oh... SON OF A BITCH!!!) I couldn't even think a coherent sentence, so I turned my attention back to the movie. I must've been squirming too much because Eddie pulled my legs across his lap, which was a way more comfortable position, and I allowed myself to cuddle into his chest. I was so tired I should've passed out, but I couldn't shut off my brain.
"I love this song so much."
I started singing along with John Lennon to 'You've Got to Hide Your Love Away'. Eddie joined in, and we smiled at each other as we sang, and again he rocked me to the music.
đ¶How can I even try?
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in
How could she say to me
"Love will find a way"?
Gather 'round, all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey, you've got to hide your love away
Hey, you've got to hide your love awayđ¶
We couldn't peel our eyes off each other.
"You're voice is beautiful."
"Thanks," I whispered.
We stared a few moments longer before my nerves got the better of me, and I returned my head to his chest.
"You know, this whole album is like... a metaphor for our entire relationship."
What? Did he really mean that? Most of the songs were about want, need, and... love. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I just buried myself deeper into his chest in reply, and again his arms tightened around me.
By the time the movie was over I could no longer keep my eyes open. The warmth of his body and his musky scent were so comforting.
"Hey, Bunny... you sleepy? You want me to leave?"
Without opening my eyes I shook my head, clutched onto his shirt, and whispered, "No... please don't go."
I have no idea where my newfound boldness was coming from, but Eddie didn't protest. Instead, he enveloped me in his arms and rested his cheek on my head.
"I won't, Bunny."
I smiled to myself as Eddie shifted us so we were lying down facing each other, my head still buried in his chest and his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I managed to open my eyes and look up. He was smiling, watching me, and like a moth to a flame, my hand found his face, my fingertips lightly grazing his features as my eyes followed their trek... his pale cheek, covered by little grains of stubble... his plush, pink lips, which parted slightly at my touch. He closed his eyes and leaned into it until my fingertips trailed to his cute, button nose, his forehead, and back through his hair, where I buried them behind his neck giving him a little scratch.
"Mmm, that's... that's nice."
He released a faint moan and slowly opened his eyes. They were glossy, wanton, and... unsure. His lips formed a sincere smile, and he started repeating my previous motions. His fingers explored my face, eyes following suit.
"Go to prom with me, Bunny."
His voice was so low, commanding even.
"Eddie, why?"
"Because I wanna spend time with you."
"You already spend time with me."
"I know, but... I just wanna go with you. Please say yes."
I sensed nothing but sincerity in his gorgeous eyes, and his voice, so I willed myself to whisper, "Ok... I'll go with you."
"Yeah?" His smile was enormous.
"Yeah."
He cuddled closer and kissed my head. (Flying elbow drop, off the top rope, straight to the gut) When I looked at him we were nose to nose. He nuzzled mine, lips parted. It was almost like a silent plea, begging me to close the gap, to finally let him taste my lips for the very first time, but I was frozen. His lips ghosted mine. I was practically cross-eyed staring at them, but he wouldn't take the plunge. I felt like I was trying to will him with a Jedi mind trick to just do it already, but the force is not strong with me, and he just lingered... the fucking tease.
"Have sex with me," he whispered, smiling playfully.
"What? No." I poked him in the gut, and he giggled.
"Come on. I know you want it as much as I do... and I think it's time we do something about it."
My brow furrowed, eyes darting back and forth in disbelief across Eddie's face. Who does this mother fucker think he is? I mean, I do in fact wanna fuck him, but that's not the point. It's the principle of the thing. I pushed his chest hard and got off the couch ready to lay into him.
"Hey, what---?"
"That's all I am to you, huh? Some... perverted game or prized sexual conquest? Do you have any respect?"
"What? N-no, that's..." he stood up and gripped my arms, "it's not like that at all."
"Then why do you keep pushing this?! I can't..."
I started to cry, unable to finish my sentence. I wanted to smack him, kick him outta my house, just... anything to make the pain stop, but I was so exhausted from this charade and all the mind games that I didn't have the strength to fight him anymore, so when he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the top of my head I didn't fight him. I just let him hold me as I balled into his shirt.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just... not very good at this, so I'm going about it the only way I know how, and... well, I'm failing miserably, and um... Jesus, I don't know how the hell to do this."
"Do what?" I mumbled.
He pulled me back so he could look at my face, and caress my cheek. His expression immediately softened, but he looked uncertain and extremely nervous.
"Um, hhhhh... something I should've done a long time ago. I wasn't lying earlier. I like you... a lot... but it's more than that... I'm uh..."
"Eddie... what're you doing?"
There was a brief silence. And then... it happened...
"I'm ending our friendship."
And just like that, he closed the gap and encased my lips with his. The sweet pressure of it, the subtle transition of tongue against tongue, the soft, gentle strokes of his thumbs against my face. It was perfect. I couldn't speak, but I needed reassurance. I slowly broke the kiss.
"Hyou... you're serious... aren't you? You're not just saying all this so I'll sleep with you?"
Now he looked like he wanted to cry.
"Y/n, no... you know me better than that. I'm just... a big oaf, but I would never take advantage of you. I just... I wanna be with you. And yes, I... I really wanna fuck you... but not as a buddy. I want you to be my girl. We don't have to do a damn thing. I'd be elated to just hold you for five minutes, but I need you to know this. I--I'm in love with you."
(DDT into a flying body press, followed by a sit-down drop to the gut) I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the onset of tears. Oh my God... oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... oh my FUCKING God! I opened my eyes slowly. We were nose to nose. He flicked his tongue lightly against my lips, and the bastard fucking smiled.
"Munson... hyou-- you're fucking evil." The words came out with my breath.
"I know..."
He cupped his hand under my knee, wrapping my thigh around his hip, and with an arm around my back, he pulled me flush against him. HOOOLY FUCKING SHIT! I could feel how hard he was as he ground his bulge against my aching cunt. My fucking eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing hitched. Jesus, Fuck! He was playing so dirty. I wanted to curse him out, spew every obscenity known to man and then some. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling devilishly.
"But you still wanna fuck me... don't you?"
I nodded involuntarily, as if I no longer had control of my body, and Eddie's tongue shot into my mouth. His kiss was hurried, and vivacious, our faces smashed so close together it hurt... but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and without parting he hiked me up by my thighs and carried me to my bed.
He fell onto the mattress with me on top of him, shifting his body under my weight, continuing to breathe new life into me. His hands found my ass, greedily squeezing before gliding gently up my sides, lifting my shirt. The touch of his hands on my bare skin sent shockwaves up my spine. I broke away just long enough to grab the bunched fabric and rip it over my head throwing it to the floor. Like he couldn't function without them, he found my lips again.
"Mmm, mhh, hhhh... Bunny, I know I joke, but I'm not fuckin' around. Are you sure you want this?" He smoothed back my hair and searched my eyes.
I smiled brightly, tears flowing freely. "Eddie, I want this. I want you."
"Yeah?" He asked, just to be sure.
When I nodded he crashed his lips to mine, drinking them in, savoring them as I've wanted him to for so fucking long.
He rolled me onto my back, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, licking softly between my breasts. The heat of his breath was like fire on my skin, and it burned so good. He gently tugged at the front of my bra freeing my perky tits, stopping to admire me.
"Jesus H. Christ... you're so beautiful."
When he finally took a hard peak into his mouth, my back arched, my brow creased, my teeth clenched, and I sucked in a breath of praise, shaking from the stimulation.
"Mmm... Jesus, you're nipples are sensitive. Have they always been like that?"
"N-no... hoh--only when I'm... really turned on. And I-- I've been waiting... so long... for you to touch me like this."
I gasped as he gently flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue, trailing it up my neck. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead tenderly before leaning his on mine.
"My sweet, beautiful Bunny. I've been dreaming of touching you like this for ages, and I wanna take my time with you... to make our first time together last, but I don't think either one of us is gonna make it." He let out a breathy laugh. "Just seeing you, hearing you... knowing how you make me feel, and... knowing how you feel about me..."
He was shaking with urgency, lip quivering, running his hands through my hair, brushing my face with his fingertips... he was manic... and it was beautiful.
"Eddie... I know... there'll be time for all that. I just wanna be with you now."
He exhaled, eyes still shut tight, and he nodded before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.
"Mhhhh... you're sure about this? About me?"
I gave him a sweet pout, cupped his face, and pulled his forehead to mine.
"Eddie... I want everything with you... and only you."
His whimper was resounding, muffled by my own as we kissed feverishly.
"Mmhhh, Y/n... are you safe? Can-can I take you raw?"
His expression was sweet. He was watching, waiting, yearning as he searched my face.
"Eddie, yes... I love you."
The instant the words left my lips he ravished mine. I ripped off his shirt and tossed it away, quickly locking lips again as he rushed to undo his belt. Without parting we both fumbled with his jeans only bothering to push them just past his hips, and in seconds he was pushing himself inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he was shaking, mouth agape, eyes shut tight as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhsweet... Jeeesus!" He stilled, little broken moans reverberating throughout his chest as we got used to each other.
"Eddie, it's ok... I'm-I'm ok, uuh! Hyou--you can move."
He exhaled heavily and slowly started thrusting, adjusting to the tight space.
"GodDAMN! Hyou, mgghh... you feel better than anything I could've imagined. So soft, so warm... so fucking tight! Jesus, you're perfect."
He leaned his forehead to the crook of my neck as he picked up his pace. I was moaning like a harlot, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. It was pure fucking bliss. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him so close.
"I... I couldn't take it anymore." He breathed out. "I--I've been in love with you... since the day we met. Needed this... needed you... so fucking bad. Haww, uhhhh, FUCK!"
My heart skipped a beat. His thrusts were steady, almost prolonged, like he didn't want to consider the notion of this moment ending.
"Eddie, mhhh... I-- I've been dying to hear you say those words."
He lifted his head to look at me, and he was beaming, smoothing my hair back.
"Mhh, my angel. You... you doin' ok? You feel good? Uhhhh."
UGGGG! He was so fucking sweet.
"Eddie..." I ground my hips into him, coaxing from him a delicious guttural moan. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, but I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. "I'm loving this. We're finally together. Please... don't stop until you make me yours."
He stared at me as if he wasn't sure I was telling the truth. I placed a small kiss of reassurance on his lips, and they turned up into a huge smile. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was about to cry. He immediately claimed my lips, wrapped his arms around my back, and started to move faster. His movements, his touch, his eyes... they said so much, and nothing at all. He made me feel so goddamn good I began to come undone.
"Eddie... I'm-I'm close."
"Uhhh, that's my girl." He immediately rolled us over so he was on his back. "Fuck me, Bunny. Make yourself feel good, ungghh, mhhh yeah, just like that. Hoh, oh fuck! Cum... cum for me, Bunny."
I pressed my hands, to his chest, spread my thighs wide, and fucked him hard until all I could do was throw my head back and scream his name.
"Eddie, oh, ohfuck, FUCK! EDDIE!!!"
I came hard on his thick cock. His body tensed, and I knew he was done for, but I continued to grind and swirl my hips.
"Eddie, I wanna hear you, feel you. Cum inside me, baby. Please... cum for me."
I have never heard a more beautiful sound in my life. He pulled me down, rolled us over, laced our fingers together, and held them above my head, as he ground his hips into mine.
"Mm-Y/n, I'm-I'm gonna fill you up... make you mine. Uhhhhh, fuck... FUCK!"
He gave one more powerful thrust, and his body shuddered. Making the most lewd, yet seductive sound I ever had the pleasure of witnessing, he pumped me full of his seed. Once he was finished he collapsed onto his side, his chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Uhhh... mhhh, h-holy shit..."
He smiled, met my blitzed-out gaze, and started laughing. I placed my hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. When he opened them he let out a content sigh. He reached for me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me into the spoon position. Looking down at me, he tilted my chin with his finger so he could see my face. He smiled brightly as an equally giddy smile crossed my lips, and he kissed me, squeezing me tight. I couldn't describe the happiness I felt.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, Bunny?"
"How did you know?"
He chuckled. "I heard you talking to Robin earlier."
"You were eves dropping?"
"Guilty as charged. I knew it was wrong, but I'm glad I did it."
"Hmm, me too. Do you really wanna go to prom?"
"Not particularly. But I'm not about to let you guys have all the fun without me, so I'm willing to damage my hard-earned rep for you. I just wanna be with you, Bunny."
He placed sweet, wet kisses on my bare shoulder.
"Well, you're one hell of a dancer. Surprised the shit outta me." Mhh, those fucking giggles.
"I know a thing or two." He took his arm from around my waist, laced our fingers together, and held them close to my chest. "I also knew I'd get you to fuck me."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Eddie Munson... you're such an ass... but don't ever change." I turned my head to look at his smiling face, and he kissed me passionately. "Mmm, so... why didn't you tell me you liked me? I was on the verge of imploding."
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I asked you first."
"Hmm, m-hm, hmm! Well, I wanted to. Gareth was my number one cheerleader... but I was too chicken shit. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. But when I heard you talking to Robin... it was like... a weight lifted from my shoulders. I love you, Y/n... so fucking much. I fell in love with you the moment we were introduced... but you were so young. So when you turned 18, I just..."
"You started laying it on thick. Jesus, I can't believe I didn't put two and two together."
"Yeah, well... it seemed to have the opposite effect I was going for. Apparently I came off a lot more irritating than charming, so Gareth and Jeff told me to dial it back, and that's when the small talk started."
"I can't believe I was so blind."
"You and me both, Bunny, but now it's your turn, so fess up."
"Hmm, then let me up. I need to show you something."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, just for a moment. I promise."
Eddie kissed my knuckles and reluctantly let me up. I retrieved a stack of sketchbooks and made my way back to the bed. I plopped down and placed the books in front of him.
"Go ahead."
He rolled onto his side, and I watched as he opened them and scanned the pages in disbelief.
"Are-are these for the project?"
"No. Look at the dates."
He checked them all, page after page, book after book.
"You... you've been drawing me since freshman year?"
"Yeah. That's why I never let you see anything. I know that's kinda creepy, but I just..."
"Uh... this one's far from creepy. We are definitely doing this later."
He pointed to one of my more risqué drawings, smiling mischievously, and I blushed.
"Anyway..." I exaggerated, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I've been crazy about you since my first day of school. And when we finally started hanging out, and you began teasing me all the time, I fell for you... hard, but by that point I was deep in the friend zone, and it seemed like you only thought of me as one of the guys. I didn't wanna jeopardize our friendship either, so... I hid my feelings. I thought if you knew the truth... that our banter, the flirting... everything... would all end, so I played along. But when the teasing got worse it became excruciating, so I started lashing out. But I love you, Eddie... with all my heart, and after what we just shared... I've fallen even harder."
I was balling like a baby, and when Eddie trapped me in his arms I melted into him.
"Hey, don't cry, Bunny."
I chuckled through sobs. "They're happy tears, Eddie. Just years of pent-up emotion and sexual frustration finally being expelled. And I really dig the name Bunny. You can call me that one all the time."
"Done. My sweet... soft... beautiful... raging... wrathful Bunny." He kissed my lips between every word. "Mmm, mhh. Can I spend the night?"
"What? Oh, fuck no! Get your shit and go. I got what I wanted." I smiled playfully.
"Hey now, there's only room in this relationship for one asshole."
"I beg to differ."
He wiggled out of his jeans, pulled me down with him and we held each other close. It took mere minutes for us to succumb to the exhaustion. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.
~~~~~
Prom night had finally come. My house was abuzz as all the girls gathered here to get ready while our parents socialized. I was a ball of nerves waiting to see what Eddie had in store for me.
"Alright, look up and hold still... now close your eyes." Nancy lifted my chin and proceeded to apply my eye eyeliner.
"Thanks for doing this, Nancy. Robin and I aren't really make-up girls."
"Don't mention it. You're much less fidgety than Robin."
Nancy was such a sweet girl. Another perk of being friends with Mike and Steve.
"There we go. Hand me your lipstick."
I did as she asked, and she proceeded to apply.
"So... how are you and Munson dealing at school? Blot."
I opened my mouth and clamped my lips down on the piece of toilet paper Nancy was holding.
"Well, we had our fair share of jock harassment on Monday, but I nipped that one in the bud."
"Yeah, Jonathan and I dealt with that crap too. Just let it roll off your shoulder. People eventually get bored. And how about prom? I never thought I'd see the day when Munson would attend."
"Yeah, he feels like he's going against everything he stands for, but if you ask me, I think he's secretly enjoying himself. He won't tell me a damn thing about his outfit, just that I needed to wear black and red. Steve took him shopping, but Eddie swore him to secrecy. All Steve would say is that once he showed Eddie that he could look good and keep his metalhead flair he was very receptive. Steve was proud of him."
Nancy flashed a sweet smile.
"Nancy! Y/n! Get your asses up here! The boys will be here any minute!"
"Keep your panties on Robin, we're comin'!" I took a deep breath as Nancy put the finishing touches on my make-up.
"Ok, all done."
I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair was huge, but it fit the theme, and my make-up looked amazing.
"Nancy, you're a miracle worker. I appreciate it!"
"No problem. I love these colors on you. Too dark for my taste, but they suit you."
We smiled at each other, put on our masks, wrapped an arm around each other, and squeezed each other's shoulders.
"Well... you ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Nancy took my hand and we headed upstairs.
~~~~~
"AHHHHH!!! You... look... amazing. Eddie's gonna flip his shit."
"Thanks, Robin."
"Alright girls, get together. I want some pictures. Make sure you have your masks."
"Mom, wait. Where's Max and El."
"We're right here!" Max yelled, dragging El behind her.
We all gathered in my living room in front of the fireplace, pushing and shoving, trying to get situated.
"Alright, girls. Everyone look this way. One... two... three!"
"Cheeeeeeese!" We all chimed in unison.
We appeased our parents with several photos and that's when we heard the horns.
"Ooo! They're here. Come on let's go!"
Robin grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the front door. Standing in the driveway we watched as two limos pulled up the street. Girls and mothers alike joined the reprise or 'ooo's' and 'ahh's' and 'wows' as the boys piled out of the limos dressed to the nine. They were all so handsome.
"I don't see Eddie."
As soon as the words left my lips it was like the parting of the Red Sea. All the boys moved to the side to reveal Eddie in a devil mask wearing all black save for the red paisley vest and the trim that lined his leather waistcoat. It was gothic steampunk meets metalhead pirate. When he removed his mask he was smiling.
"Someone catch me, I think I'm gonna faint."
Robin grabbed my arm. It was like time stopped, save for Eddie and me. I stood there with my jaw on the ground, eyeballing him up and down as the boys made their way toward us. It was like watching a slow-motion male model montage. When Eddie was finally in front of me he pulled a single long-stemmed rose from behind his back and presented it to me.
"My lady."
I took it hesitantly, unable to speak. I just gawked trying to find my voice.
"You um... ha! Good God you look... so goddamn fuckable," I managed to whisper.
He chuckled. "Hmm, later. I see you followed my instructions. You look absolutely gorgeous. And the bunny mask? Excellent touch."
"I like yours too. Is that your way of protesting your participation in the forced social conformity?"
He chuckled and nodded. "I thought you'd appreciate that."
He claimed my lips with so much passion I forgot we were surrounded by a giant group of people, including my parents.
"Alright, alright. Break it up you two."
We broke apart in protest. Eddie looked at the ground sheepishly, and I pawed at my face, making sure my make-up wasn't a mess.
"Um, sorry Dad."
"Yeah, I'm sorry Mr. Y/l/n. She's just..." Eddie turned to look at me, "so beautiful."
"Mm-hm, she's also my little girl, so mind your manners." My dad held out his hand to Eddie, which he shook happily and with much relief. "You clean up nice, Eddie."
"Thanks, Mr. Y/l/n." They smiled before my dad clapped Eddie's shoulder in approval.
"Oh, get outta the way. Let me take a look at you, Eddie." My mom cupped his cheeks and gave him a once-over. "You look so handsome."
She trapped him in a hug, kissed him on the cheek, pulled back, and smiled.
"Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n."
He kissed my mom's hand, making her blush, and then she ran to her next victim.
"Gareth Emerson, get your butt over here! Ooo, and who is this pretty lady?"
My mom's voice trailed off and Eddie and I laughed, focusing on each other. After several minutes of socializing and more pictures, I reminded my parents that we were all spending the night at Steve's, and then we finally made our way inside the limos and headed to Hawkins Hall.
~~~~~
The prying eyes were everywhere, but to our surprise, they were out of delight and not hatred.
"Bunny, is it just me, or have the jocks backed off lately?"
"Yeah, I may've had something to do with that."
"Oh? How's that?"
"Well, Monday was the last straw, so I told Carver that if he doesn't shut his dick licker and leave us and the other outcasts alone, the whole school would find out what he and his goons do in the locker room when they think no one's looking."
"Hahaha! What?! Are you serious?"
"Mm-hm."
"And how, pray tell, did you come across that juicy bit of gossip?"
"Well, it pays to have an ex-jock as a friend."
"Wha... Harrington told you this?!"
"That I did, my good man." Steve appeared out of nowhere and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. "Y/n came to the video store a few months back practically in tears, and I was pissed. I can't stand those assholes either, so... I figured that information might come in handy."
"Harrington, I could kiss you."
"Please don't."
They both smiled, and with a chuckle, Eddie patted Steve on the back.
"Thanks for the help, man. You're alright."
Steve gave Eddie's shoulder another pat and proceeded to escort Robin into the building. ~~~~~
I'm surprised none of us passed out from exhaustion. We sat only to eat. The rest of the time we were on the dance floor regaling each other with our moves.
Lucas was a break dancing and moonwalk prodigy. Dustin is a master at the worm. Max and El can replicate any Madonna move known to man. It was a fucking riot. We were cracking each other up with the more ridiculous dances, like me catching Eddie with the fishing pole, Steve and Robin doing the sprinkler, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Robin, me, and Nancy doing the library dance from 'The Breakfast Club', all the younger boys doing the Robot, and the lot of us doing the running man. Eddie even had a chance to flaunt his usual shenanigans, which meant dancing on top of a table. That was until Mrs. S. came over and made him get down. And me being a closet disco nerd was forced by Robin to do John Travolta's dance from Saturday Night Fever. I was so fucking nervous, but the cheers, and accompaniment of several other students who also knew the dance, including Robin and Chrissy Cunningham, helped my fear to dissipate. And of course, the majority of the student body performed Michael Jackson's Thriller. At the end of the night, to no one's surprise, Jason and Chrissy were crowned prom king and queen.
It was almost surreal. For the first time in... well, ever... there was no anger or animosity. Everyone in the building was getting along, and when it came time to leave, Chrissy made sure to find me and tell me how much fun she had dancing with me. She gave me a sincere smile and a big hug, but the strangest thing of all was when Jason confronted Eddie, but instead of disdain he offered a handshake thanking him for the entertainment. Eddie accepted his hand and congratulated him on winning prom king, and they actually smiled at each other. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it.
When it came time for the after-party at Steve's house, Eddie and I took the opportunity to slip away and head back to his trailer so we could be alone.
~~~~~
We devoured each other like animals as we made our way through his trailer to his room. Feverish, sloppy kisses, lips and chins and necks, back to lips, until he pulled away, revealing a malevolent smile.
"As gorgeous as you are in this dress... I've been waiting all night to get you out of it. Off... now."
I did as he commanded, slowly peeled off my dress, and let it fall to the floor. My black lace bra and panties, stalkings, and garter belt were all that remained.
"Jesus Christ, you're stunning, Bunny."
Eddie stared at me with a carnal desire, drinking in the sight of my body, removing his clothing until he was shirtless. He advanced toward me slowly and started running his hands gently up my sides, and around my shoulders so he could unclasp my bra. I stood completely still as he dropped the flimsy article to the floor. He backed away slowly, his eyes glued to my tits. When he met my gaze I made a show of removing my panties, but when I tried to remove my stalkings he grabbed my hands.
"No... leave 'em on. The garter belt too. You're perfect just like this."
Eddie was breathing heavily, blackness consuming his eyes. He leaned forward to trap my nipple between his lips, sucking, licking, teasing each one in turn as I cradled his head, my needy whines and mewells filling the room.
"Mrrmm, Eddie... hyou-you're gonna make me cum."
"Mhhhh..." He released my nipple with a pop and straightened up. "Not yet, Bunny. I wanna taste you first." He gently cupped my tits and licked at my lips until I took his tongue into my mouth. "Hmmm... can I taste you?" He whispered his words, his hot breath sweeping across my face.
"Hhhhyes."
Before I knew it I was on my back, and Eddie was licking a slow, soft trail down my stomach. He latched his lips to the tender flesh of my waistline and sucked a deep purple mark into my skin.
"Mmm... you're mine now, Bunny. I can finally take my time with you."
All I could do was moan at his words. He kissed his mark, knelt on the floor in front of me, and pulled me to the edge of his bed. I could feel his hands, the cool metal of his rings, smoothing gently over my inner thighs, spreading them. I caught the sound of an inhale and felt his warm breath against my wet heat when he exhaled.
"Oh, Bunny, your scent... I need it all over me. On my fingers... my face... hmmm, my tongue. Look at me." I lifted my head long enough for his eyes to silently ask for permission. I gave him a shy nod, but instead of diving in like I figured he would, he lingered, took a quick taste with a flick of his tongue, and savored.
"Mgghh, Christ, that's so sweet."
The instant I felt his fingers slip into my folds I shrieked. His touch was gentle, massaging my thigh with one hand as his fingers barely grazed my inner lips and my clit. It was at that moment I knew that he was hell-bent on torturing me, teasing me, prolonging my pleasure until I was ready to burst. He wasn't going to give me what I so desperately wanted, not until I was begging for it, for him... and I would. I would do anything this man asked of me if it pleased him. When I felt the tip of his finger trace light circles over my clit I wanted to cry. I had a moment's reprieve when he stopped to lick his fingers clean.
"Mmmm, hhhhhh, Bunny, you taste like heaven... but if you don't stop squirming I'm gonna have to pin you down."
"Eddie... wh-why are you being so cruel?"
"Oh, Bunny... I've only just begun."
He blew a light stream of air on my clit until I whined, then he licked me gently from my dripping hole to my hard bud. I was thrashing around, trying to quell the sensation, only to have my thighs pinned to the mattress, by his strong, unyielding grip. Using the tip of his tongue he lightly teased the sensitive skin of my lips, and toyed with my swollen clit until I was sobbing from the pleasure. I tried to touch my sensitive nipples, to rush my release, but he reached up, locked his hands around my wrists, and held them at my sides so he could use his forearms to pin my thighs, then he flattened his tongue and licked from my ass to my clit. I screamed in frustration.
"Eddie, for fuck sake, please! Please let me cum."
He ignored my plea, continuing to fuck me with his tongue until he was ravenous. His pace not letting up as he devoured my pussy like he was starving.
"Holy fucking shit, Munson! Stop... please, just, just fucking stop!"
He halted immediately, breathing heavily. When he took a hand from my wrist to wipe his face, I made my move, twisting violently until I was free of his agonizing hold. I got to my knees, grabbed him by his belt, and pulled him roughly onto the bed, pushing him onto his back. I crawled up his body, straddled his head, and sank my cunt onto his waiting mouth. He dug his fingers into my thighs, the pain shooting through me, but I didn't care. I could finally get what I wanted.
"Mhhhh, Eddie... Yes, YES!" He moaned at my praise, sending chills up my spine. Fuck! The things this man can do with his mouth. I tangled my fingers tightly into his hair and fucked his face. "Munson... hoh... shit, SHIT!!! Hyou... you're gonna tell me... every dirty detail... about how you learned to do this... so fucking well! Fuck, I wanna cum for you!"
He moaned into my pussy. I could hardly control my breathing as small high-pitched whimpers escaped my lips. I was so close to the edge.
"Mhhhhhh..."
The vibrations of his moans, his caressing lips, and the flick of his tongue against my clit were making me buck even harder as his painful grip on my thighs held me steady. I've never felt pleasure like this. He was too good, I could feel a sensation so incredibly earth-shattering building inside me. He must've felt it too 'cause he reached up to tease my nipples, as he feasted, lapped, licked, and sucked at my dripping pussy. My whimpers were loud, shameless, and FUCK were they warranted. I was plunged into a realm of pleasure and bliss, and Eddie was the cause. I let go of his hair, cupped his hands over my tits, and ground my pussy against his face as I experienced the most intense orgasm in the history of sex.
"OhhhhhhFUCK!!! Oh... GOD!... Eddie, EDDIE... Holy SHIT!!!"
"Mmmm, that's it, Bunny. Mhhhhhh."
I continued screaming his name as he greedily sucked and lapped at the sticky mess that poured from my pussy.
"Mmmmm! Fuck! You're taste... it's so goddamn satisfying! Hhhmm!"
He lapped once more at my overstimulated clit. I tried to steady my breathing as I climbed off of him, collapsing onto my back. Breathing heavily he turned his head to look at me, rolled onto his side, and propped himself on his elbow so he could stare at me. His eyes trailed up and down my body, so I decided to tease him. He was in the perfect position to watch. I put my knees up and spread them wide, dipping a finger into my still-dripping folds. I coated it with my slick juices and ran a trail of cum up the middle of my body before raising my finger to his lips. He let out an adorable whimper before sucking it clean.
"Mmmmm... Jesus Christ... you're fucking intoxicating."
He shifted his body, hovering above me so he could trace the trail of cum with his tongue, then he pressed his weight against me, kissing me deeply, passionately before he got to his knees to unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants and pushed them off. Once they were on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing, he leaned over me, the head of his throbbing cock pushing against my heat. He took my hard peaks into his mouth once more gently teasing my sensitive nipples with the tip of his tongue. The soft tickles were too much to bear, and I almost came, only to be denied. He sat back on his heels, his knees spread wide so his massive erection was standing at attention between my legs, but before he could pull me toward him I quickly got on all fours facing him and wrapped my lips around his swollen head.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..." he breathed out.
He started convulsing as I used my tongue to toy with his slit. I sucked his head into my mouth and slowly swallowed him whole until my nose was touching his coarse, dark pubes. He brushed his fingers through my hair, holding it back so he could watch as I took him in and out of my mouth.
"Oh, Bunny... uhhhhyeah... suck me, beautiful... just like that... ohhhhhh."
Still sitting on his heels he leaned back, braced himself on his hands, and spread his knees wider. I pulled all the way off of him before sucking him into the back of my throat.
"OH!! God...DAMMIT!!!"
I swallowed hard around him, releasing him to catch my breath, and sank again, slurping and gagging as he used one hand to hold my head, and I loved every second of it. When he let me surface for air his chest was heaving. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed as I vigorously sucked his tip. He sucked in a hiss, his breath catching in his throat, chest heaving as I started to work him faster. His vocals just made me more feral.
"Oh...SWEET JESUS!!! You're... you're fucking phenomenal... Uhhnnggg..."
My strokes and his breathing became more erratic.
"Oh, oh, fuck! That's my good girl, my good Bunny, mhhhhh... keep-keep going. Take me deep. OhhhhhhFuck! YES!"
With his fingers clenched in my hair and his cock lodged deep in my throat, I sucked his soul through his dick. His body was shuddering, jolt after jolt of sexual electricity, until he pulled my head up.
"Jesus Christ! That-that's so fucking good, hhmhh... but I don't wanna cum yet..... HOH! GODDAMN!"
His whole body tensed as I licked him from balls to tip, sucking his sensitive head one last time. When he opened his eyes he caught my smug smile, threw his head back, and started laughing.
"That was payback, you teasing fuck."
His laugh morphed into a heady moan as I trailed my tongue through his pubes, over the wiry muscles of his stomach until I was on my knees, teasing his hard nipple with my tongue. He caressed my head tenderly as I suckled before he forced it up and shoved his tongue down my throat.
"MmmHmmm... hhhhhhh. O-ok, I get it. I've met my match. Now lie back baby girl."
With his knees under my thighs and my hot wet cunt begging to be filled, we made eye contact.
"Oh, Bunny... you're so gorgeous it hurts. Are you ready for me?"
"Munson, if you don't put your dick inside me, like yesterday, I'm never speaking to you again... now fuck me!"
I threw my head back and whimpered as Eddie grasped my thighs and plunged his cock deep inside me.
"Oh, FUCK! Munson! PLEASE!"
I stared at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as I rubbed my tits. With every powerful thrust I became more and more excited... and so very close to another intense orgasm. He used a thumb to tease my sensitive clit. I arched my back, my tits moving up and down with every heavy breath. He dug his fingers into my thigh, still teasing my clit as he continued to pound into me, willing me to scream his name.
"Oh... FUCK! EDDIE!!! Oh my God. I'm gonna cum!!!"
"That's it Bunny... take my cock. Wanna, MRRGGG! Wanna watch your sweet pussy gush from what I do to you. I want it all over me."
"Oh, that fucking mouth, Munson!"
"You mean this mouth?"
He wrapped his arms around the small of my back, leaning down to lick and kiss my navel, then he lifted me upright so he could claim my tits again, licking and sucking as he held me close, his course hair rubbing against my clit as he fucked up into me. My walls started to clench around him, so he laid me down and ran his hand from my tits back to my clit.
"Scream for me, Bunny... scream my fucking name!"
He commanded me, letting his head fall back as he fucked me and continued to rub circles around my clit with his thumb.
"Oh... holy shit, Eddie! EDDIE! Oh my GOD!"
Screaming, I clenched the sheets and a burst of liquid sprayed all over his abdomen.
"YES! OHHHHHHFUCK!!! I'm-I'm gonna bust. C-can I come inside you?"
"Yes! Do it!"
He slammed into me one last time and his whole body tensed.
"Ohhhhh, Fuck!!! God.... DAMMIT!!! HOHHHH, ohhh my gorgeous girl."
His fingers dug into my waist until he rode out his release and collapsed on top of me. I threw my limbs around him as he poured all of his emotion into our kiss. I was on the verge of tears.
"Munson... I love you. I love you so much." We hugged each other so tight. "Hyou... you can do that to me forever if you like."
He looked up, still breathing hard, and smiled. Staring into my eyes with all the love in the world, he brushed some hair from my face, placed one more passionate kiss on my smiling lips, rolled us onto our sides, and pulled me tightly to his chest.
"Hmm, my beautiful, raging... wrathful, Bunny. I love you more than life itself. Ending our friendship was the best decision we ever made."
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Thank you for reading! Be excellent to each other, and get your Munson on!
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Authorâs Note - Hi everybody! I just want to give a pre-warning as this story will be violent! If it is not your cup of tea I apologize! But I just wanted to give an early fair warning! But anyways, I hope you enjoy the story!
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Summary - How could this happen? How did this happen? A family outing, a day to just let the stress from your duties fade away. A plan gone bad. What is the Sully Family going to do as they are now kidnapped? Will they ever be saved? Taken, held, afraid, and almost separated, the Sullyâs fight their own Wars and demons as they try to make it past their struggles. Hoping to come together again.
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Warnings - violence, head injury, other injuries, shock, swearing, derogatory terms, unwanted touching, suggestive comments, one of the recoms is like super creepy, ïżŒcrying, kidnapping, screaming, praying, fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of killing, death threats, weapons, guns, knives, quaritch, attacking kids, hostages, held at gun point, pulling of queue, trauma, (is this angst?), bombings, technically a war?, resucing
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When you woke up this morning, you knew it was going to be a good day. It was a feeling you couldnât shake off your bones.
You awoke happy, and so did your family. So your father had planned for you all to go for a swim, maybe to a stream, or to a secluded pond.
Wherever it was, you all wanted to spend time together, he mentioned the idea of making food so you could all have a picnic in the mean while.
Everyone was quick to agree. So right after breakfast, everybody was packing up their items, getting ready to go have fun for the day.
Before the whole family was able to leave, your father had to make a quick stop for a mini-meeting at Puo Relongtaiâs hut. The second in command of the Warriors group, also, your boyfriendâs father!
Your father only asked the basics, if anything were to happen, just send a search party. Though it seemed harsh, it was a â unfortunately â normal request of all Naâvi who planned to leave for the day.
After their short conversation, you all joined back again at the ikranâs mounting spots, you knew the way to Azraaâs like the back of your hand.
When it was decided who Tuk was going to join on their ikran, you all flew. Away from the Hallelujah Mountains down to the forest. Playing small games of tag as you flipped and weaved around with your ikrans.
Once on the forest floor you departed with your ikrans as you caught the sight of a secluded pond. It was beautiful and perfect, good trees that kept a cool shade off to the side.
You swam, ate, danced, laughed. You were all having fun!
All having fun until you were not.
All until now.
Tuk claimed she had to use the bathroom, so you waited in front of the area she was using.
Your heart stopped as you heard a scream.
Her scream.
You rounded the tree immediately, looking for her only to be slammed onto the ground. Your head knocking the dense dirt with a loud thud.
It was a pain that went through your whole spine, your eyesight blurring immediately.
You were dazed, but you could still comprehend the other screams of struggles in the distance.
You werenât left to think long enough. Your queue was pulled back so hard, it was being squeezed so tight. All you could do was wince in a small protest, not that it did much against your captor. Your nervous system was being interfered with and Eywa did it hurt.
The only thing you could have actually registered in that moment, the only thing you felt. It was only the rough hands in your hair, on your arms, the dirt you were being dragged through, the scrapes of small rocks on your legs.
Who are these people? Exiles? Tawtute? You hoped not.
You vision was clearing itself back up and you finally got the mind capacity to blink again. That when you realized where you were, and who was holding you.
To see 5-fingers and eyebrows on a Naâvi was unusual, though it became a bit more normal in the Omatikaya Clan due to Toruk Makto being originally a Dreamwalker. You on the other hand, hated seeing, even thinking, about Dreamwalkers.
Those people in their stupid green uniforms and their stupid big guns.
Those demons.
You let out a hiss of anger, though it sounded strangled and strained, you hope it got your point across.
The harsher tug on your kuru is not what you were expecting.
âShut up. Wild bitch.â Your face is slammed back into the ground, rattling the bones in your body at the sheer force.
You hear other screams, screams of anger, but theyâre all muffled.
Is it your parents? Are your parents here? Where are your siblings?
âI canât see anymore.â
There is a voice next to you, fading into your ears slowly.
â-/n. Y/n. Y/n open your eyes. Open your eyes please babygirl, please.â The light that accompanied your vision was too bright. You let out a small groan at the pain in your head.
âY/n? Y/n you can hear me right?â The voice who was constantly fading in your ear was your father. He was calling out to you.
âDad?â Your voice is shaky, knowing that your parents are here makes you just want to cry, but you chose to keep a brave face for your siblings.
You have to.ïżŒ
âSheâs awake now, so keep your fucking mouth closed.â The voice was so rough, so rough and unforgiving.
âDonât swear⊠Donât swear in front of Tuk..â You mutter.
Is this what shock feels like? Living in a different part of your head and only watching the world from afar.
âWhatâd you say to me?â You feel a hand on the back of your neck, squeezing you as it pulled you up with no effort.
âPlease. Please just leave her alone, sheâs talking out of shock. Donât hit her.â Itâs your father talking again, you wish your father talked forever. You feel better when he talks.
Going against the Sun, you look up trying to observe the situation better now that your sat up.
You wished you had just kept your eyes closed.
It was a sight you did not want to be met with.
You felt angry, so angry.
Your family, your parents and siblings. Being held by their arms and kurus. They all looked so afraid, so scared and so sad.
There was no sound, it was just a radio silence as you all had basic background on what would happen if you were to talk.
You were scared to breatheïżŒ.
The demons holding you took it upon themselves to talk with each other. Talk like they arenât holding you captive.
âRosario. When did boss man say he was coming?â The man holding you asked the man holding your father.
âMh I donât know, but I think with how far he is. I think he said it could take like almost a whole day to get over here or something.â The man named âRosarioâ shrugged.
âHe canât just expect for us to wait here, does he?â It was a woman who spoke next, the woman who had grabbed Tuk.
âI donât know Bee, you know how he gets.â The voice of the man holding you vibrates behind you.
Itâs too many people, too many people and you want to get away.
âWell Kilti, we all know how he gets. But I donât have the patience for it.â Was that his name? Last or first? You do know that most people are called by their last names in any kind of force. It doesnât matter.
You only know 3 out of the 7 people holding you all as hostages at this moment.
You donât know whoâs holding your mother, you donât know whoâs holding Neteyam, you donât know whoâs holding Kiri, and you donât know whoâs holding Loâak.
You look at your mother for a while, her silence in this situation is so uncharacteristic.. You would have expected her to jump up and kill all seven of them with her bare hands.
Is it because of their guns? Is she making a plan already?
The crackle of a radio is heard, a scratchy voice coming from the radio of the man holding Kiri.
âCruz. Cruz come in, over.â The voice is unfamiliar, but you study your dads face to see if he can make out who it is.
Though his face doesnât make any of recognition.
âIâm in, over.â This supposed, Cruz, replied.
âTake them and go back to the tent. Wait for us there. Itâs too dangerous for you all to be out in the open like that. Who knows what those savages have planned.â
You wish you had the power to swipe everyone here, out. Who does that man think he is to call your people, your family, savages?
When you find out who that is, youâll make sure to show how savage a Naâvi really could be.
âAlright, will do so, over.â After that, thereâs no response. You wish that it was because whoever that man was, was killed.
You hoped that he was killed, killed by something, anything.
âYou heard him. Now get up and letâs get moving.â It seems that this man, Kilti seems to have some sort of vendetta against your people, or just specifically, you.
He tugged you up harshly by your queue, forcing you forward by pushing the back of your head while holding your arms.
âWhen we get to the tents, we gotta cuff âem.â Kilti orders.
âWhile weâre walking, letâs think front or back!â They all laughed, and at the way your fatherâs ears folded down and he cringed his face.
It must have been some type of innuendo.
You sighed, raking your brain for any ideas you could to escape. But you came up with none. It was too dangerous, too dangerous in this environment to even speak.
âY/n..â A voice shook from next you, causing you to turn your head quickly, regardless of the pain in your body.
It was Tuk.
âOh Tuk, talk to me, itâs okay.â You nodded, encouraging her that sheâll be just fine.
âIâm scared Y/n.â Tukâs eyes started to water, her bottom lip quivering.
You tried to make sure she didnât cry too much or too loud. You donât want to evoke any type of reaction from the demons holding you.
âBoth of you, be quiet, weâre here.â The woman with the name, Bee, nodded her head to a tent in front of you.
It looked odd to you. It was not a hut, it was not inviting, welcoming, nor was it colorful. It was a place full of dread, a depressing aura all around it.
âGood that we came back now, I think itâs gonna start to get dark soon.â They all muttered in agreement, pushing you all inside of the tent one by one.
âSo, where we tying their hands, front or back?â The one who had made the innuendo earlier asked.
Bee scrunched her face, âyouâre such a weirdo Cosby, but weâre putting them in the front.â
âAlright then. Letâs go, into the corner. Weâre putting these on you, if you try any kind of funny business, we will kill you.â
âNot if we kill you first.â Your mothers comment rang in the air, it stayed there, the words laying heavy in the room.
âMom, mom please. Donât say that right now itâs okay.â You were quick to try and mediate your mother. You should have known her silence was going to build up just to explode in anger over time.
You should have known, you should have known.
She was silent again, and you became more afraid. âMama please?â You tried to fight back the tears that were almost willing to escape. But your mothers harsh stare at the man in front of you made your heart drop.
She had that insatiable look in her eyes. That look she gets when sheâs getting ready for raids, that look she gets when she even thinks about Sky People.
âDad, dad! Get her!â You started to freak out, scared your mother would have an unruly reaction and get all of you killed.
âNeytiri, look at me, look at me, please.â Your father held her face, the soldiers behind her tense with their guns.
âIf you do anything, theyâll kill all of us. Please donât do anything, okay?â Your mother sighed, closing her eyes, mumbling something. Maybe a prayer or a comment before nodding.
After that, they all lined you up to handcuff your hands in front of your body, each person had their person in front of them.
The weird one, Cosby, had picked you to be the one he handcuffed. And he was being so weird, making comments quietly as to not let your parents hear.
âNameâs Brent Cosby, unfortunate I have to tie your hands in the front. Would have been much more enjoyable to see the back of âya.â As he said that, we ran his finger under your chin, making you move your head away from him.
âDonât be like that girly, I like the front too!â He grossly winked at you. After he finally cuffed your wrists, you were all directed into a corner, put there to be on watch.
The man, Cruz, stood there with a gun aimed directly at all of you. Watching your every move.
âMama!â Tuk ran into Neytiriâs arms, they both tried their best to give each other a hug.
ïżŒLoâak and Kiri leaned onto Jakeâs shoulders, Neteyam leaned onto yours.
âAre you okay?â You whispered against his head. Trying your best to put your arms around him from over his head.
âAre you okay? Y/n you got your head slammed onto the ground multiple times, your kuru was pulled on so much! Youâre the most injured here.â Neteyam, technically scolded you, you let out a small chuckle as you really thought about it.
âIâm okay baby bro, promise.â You stuck out your ring finger awkwardly, trying your best to hold your pinky down.
âIâm not the baby.â Neteyam rolled his eyes, joining his ring finger in yours, a small smile on his face.
You smiled back at him, thankful that in this moment you were all okay and still together. Thankful that you were the one who had sustained the most injuries rather than any of your other siblings.
You took it for them.
You always would and always will.
You love them too much to let them get hurt. But to you there is no such thing as loving your family too much.
The time has evidently passed now by a few hours, the small rays of Sun that peeled through the top of the tent now gone as night time rolled around.
The voice from earlier crackled on someone elseâs radio again, almost repeating the exact same words from before.
âGreene. Greene come in, over.â The voice was so grainy, so scratchy it made you feel more angry. Angry at the world angry at everybody.
âIâm in, over.â The man answered.
âWe are almost there, make sure you have the hostages nice and ready. Theyâre not prepared for what boss man has in store. Hasnât talked all day, those savages donât know what they got coming for âem.â
Savages. Savages. Savages.
Thatâs all you were to them, thatâs all you were to Sky People. Just savages who threw themselves around to kill people.
Your people are savages because they fought for their own land. Fought for a better freedom and to not live in fear.
In a way to fight a fit of anger, you pinched your ears, picking at the skin till it was too sensitive to take anymore.
Your family huddled closer due to the manâs very threatening tone, your motherâs snarls made you reluctant to look her way, although it was not even directed toward you.
âDad.. Whatâs he going to do to us?â Tuk asked your father, all Jake could do was let out a small smile, rubbing her head.
âNothing, heâs not gonna do anything to us okay Tuk?â She nodded, mirroring the smile Jake had.
She was still a child â you all are â but it was just how quick all of you had to grow up to know, he was going to do something to you all.
In about half an hour, heavy footsteps sounded from outside the tent. Your body tensing with each foot fall that became louder than the last.
Two figures emerged from the entrance of the tent, their eyes darting straight to all of you.
Tuk shivered at their glare, turning and burying her face into your shoulder.
Now you should pray.
Pray to Eywa that she would be the blessing to get you out of this mess, she would make a blessing come out of this mess.
You knew she would, Eywa never deceives any of her fellow children or creations.
âEywa help us, allow us to get out of this place, allow us to go home, allow us to be a family. Get rid of the demons that plaque us everywhere, let my people be themselves.â You prayed, rocking back and forth, saying the prayer out loud so it can fly to Eywa, fly to her and let you be heard.
You donât know what happened in the conversation between the two that walked in, and the seven other demons that took you.
But the face your father had as he seen who the man was. The supposed âboss manâ was his oldest enemy.
Your fatherâs face was full of terror, looking on in fear as if he had seen a monster.
Which he had.
âQuaritch.â You dad whispered, his eyes wide and lifted with shock.
âSully.â The man winked cruelly, a smirk resting upon his thin lips.
âDonât hurt my kids. Donât hurt âem Miles. Take me, kill me. Iâm the one you want, yeah?â Your father scoot forward, getting up from his knees to face Quaritch.
âMaâjake! No!â Your mother was up next, the recoms that stood behind them gripped their guns tighter, some taking aim at your mother.
Scared of an authentic savage.
It made you angry. Enraged beyond relief.
âDonât touch anybody.â
The room fell to silence, your parentâs heads turning to face you quickly. Confusion the only thing written on them.
âAnd whoâs this, huh?â
âDonât touch her Miles!â Your father tried to direct Quaritchâs attention back towards him, but the man was solely focused on you, waiting for your answer.
âIâm Toruk Maktoâs daughter.â In response to you, Quaritch scrunched his face.
âYouâre still keeping up with that Taktuk Maketo stuff? Thought you would have gotten over that already, Sully.â His English accent made you want to pull his face off.
Heâs mocking your culture. Mocking you.
Mocking your father.
Your mother obviously felt that same way, a viscous snarl being directed towards him.
A small, red dot was what took your attention. A small red dot pointed directly on your mothers forehead. You followed the way of the light, the end coming at the top of a demonâs weapon.
Over the barrel of a gun.
Quaritch watched your eyes, seeing where your attention was directed. He waved his hand behind his back, signaling the person who aimed the gun â all of them â to stand down.
âWhatâs her name? Just tell me, yeah?â Quaritch looked at your dad, tilting his head. It must have meant something, something if your father made the face he did.
âItâs Y/n. Y/n Sully, and you better let my family go.â Your siblings breaths hitched, afraid that your tone might set one of the soldiers off.
âY/n please, donât do anything stupid, Y/n.â Neteyam was whispering behind you, hoping you wouldnât do something that would cause you to be put in more harms way.
âY/n huh?.. They all yours Sully? All these little âhalf-bloodsâ you got running around. Got a whole litter of âem, must have been getting busy while I was gone, aye?â
The way he spoke and the suggestive things he talked about, with multiple children present made you disgusted.
How could he act like this?
âDonât talk like that.â You grit your teeth, your tone low as anger radiated off of you. Quaritch only let out a chuckle.
âGot a feisty one, eh? I like that.â
It was random, and you never could have expected it.
Expected what he did.
He grabbed the back of your head, reaching for your queue. You yelped at the burst of pressure through your body.
âNo!â Your mother yelled, trying to lunge toward you. But a soldier stepped forward quickly, pointing the barrel of his gun to your mothers chest.
âThis your daughter? Pretty little daughter, Taktuk Maketo, huh?â He shook your head side-to-side.
Tuk screamed as she covered her eyes. She couldnât deal with seeing her precious older sister being treated the way she was.
Kiri put Tuk under her arms, wrapping them around her as best she could.
Quickly, the siblings huddled together, closing their eyes, trying to silence the pained screams from their sister, the anguished yells of their mother, and the painful grunts of their father.
Their father who is trying so hard. Trying to keep both his wife from getting herself killed, and their daughter getting killed by a manic man with no sympathy.
They all stayed together, holding each other scared as tears fell from their closed eyes.
You were barely conscious, the whites of your eyes only being visible as your queue was still being pulled.
âShe would make a good punching bag, wouldnât she?â One of the male recoms said. The others mumbled in agreement, except Bee.
She was the only female one here right?
Maybe you could get her to help you.
As you made eye contact with her, you whispered quietly. Your voice raspy as it was laced with pain.
âHelp me, help me please..â Tears were brimming your eyes as you didnât know what to do.
But you had seen the pain in her face, her eyes holding hurt and sympathy as she looked at you.
You were scared. So, so scared.
When you were suddenly pulled to stand up straight, your balance obviously wobbly, you thought they were going to just shove you back towards your family. Done bothering you.
But you were wrong. Oh so painfully wrong.
âLetâs test out the material, eh?â You noticed that one of the male soldiers, Cosby, started getting into a position.
A punching form.
When you had realized, you realized to late. Your eyes widening. But before you could even register trying to move out the way, a blow to the side of your face knocked you to the floor.
Your vision was running in waves, the colors around you mixing together in waves.
The screams of sadness around you muffled, as well as the cheers from the soldiers.
âGet her up. Keep doing it.â Quaritch ordered, standing off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he only watched attentively.
Someone picked you up from under your arms, standing you back up, holding you straight as you started to topple forward.
You left your eyes close, not wanting to see when the man was going to hit you.
The side of your face was already bulging, pushing your eye closed from under it. A bruise spreading from your cheek to under your eye. Tears fell from your closed eyes.
Just as they had like your siblings.
Another punch landed onto your eye, the one that was already bruising. You fell to the floor, silent whimpers leaving your mouth as you held back your sobs.
Again, you were placed straight up. Your parents protests going unheard.
âWhy are you doing this!? Why are you doing this to her!? TĂŹftang!â Your mother yelled, you father only held her, trying to hold her back and calm her down. Tears falling silently from his eyes.
This time you were punched in your jaw, being unprepared, you had accidentally bit your tongue.
Blood dripped from your mouth onto the soil in the tent, your tongue throbbed, already swelling.
Tara Bee â the only female recom there â hands shook. She didnât want to see this. See a female go through something like this. She wanted to stop them, stop them from continuing this. But she wanted to live, she wanted to be able to live her life somehow past this.
But watching this hurt her soul.
So she closed her eyes and turned away, taking deep breaths.
When you were stood up again, knees trembling as you rocked every possible direction, you were able to pick out soft sounds outside.
It sounded like something hitting the floor? Or being dropped down. You heard it 4 separate times, seemingly all on one side of the tent.
Four small âplapsâ hitting the dirt outside.
When you were knocked down again, it wasnât from a punch.
Something just blew up.
Your ears rang, and you brought your hands to cover them, trying to quiet the piercing noise.
There was a liquid coming down over your lip, dabbing your finger on it, you seen it was blood.
You werenât shocked your nose was bleeding.
Where is your family? Where did those evil people go?
As you hearing had finally faded back in, you heard rushed voices. Screams of orders, screams of terror and⊠yips?
Yips.
Your people. Your people came to save you?
Through the smoke, you managed to make out seeing multiple figures moving. Who is who?
It didnât matter did it? You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep, take a little nap.
Suddenly, hands were placed hastily onto your shoulders. Your eyes snapped open â the best they could â the swelling skin blocked most of your vision. But you were able to make out a blurry figure on top of you.
They had pointed ears and straight hair, you could make out blue skin from the moonlight. Their shoulders bare, something of a familiar shape hanging off of it.
âY/n! Can you hear me!? Answer me please!â That voice. It was so familiar, who is this?
Awpxey.
Awpxey?
Your vision cleared, and you were face to face with your panicked boyfriend.
âY/n please!â Tears streamed down his face as he held your hand to his chest.
âAwpxey..â You whispered with a small smile.
âY/n, yes Y/n itâs me! Itâs me, Awpxey!â His eyes brightened, his hand holding yours tighter.
âCâmon, Iâm gonna get us out of here okay?â You didnât have time to respond, he was already scooping you up bridal style, bringing you out the side of the blown up tent.
You could see the sky, it was so bright and beautiful. The moon nice and big looking back down at you. The exoplanets that were all visible glowing in the presence of their moon.
âIâm so tired Awpxey..â You spoke against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat as he ran.
âI know you are Y/n, but itâs okay. Donât close your eyes Y/n.â But it was too much.
How could you keep up with this?
Your eyes started to slowly close, every blink you took shutting them.
âY/n? Y/n please, weâre almost back okay? Just keep them open please Y/n!â Awpxeyâs legs picked up speed, running faster to the planned transportation point.
Before he was even able to take several more steps, you had fallen unconscious.
He decided to not try to wake you up, just keeping his focus on running you back to safety.
When he had arrived, multiple were waiting there, there ikrans and paâli ready to do what they had to.
Healers quickly took to your side, cutting binds on your wrists off before doing a quick assess of your injuries.
âWe need to head back, it is to dangerous to treat her hear.â Everybody agreed with the healerâs words, she couldnât have stated it any better.
âSheâll come with me.â Awpxey nodded towards the rest as he placed you on his ikran, putting an extra strap from the ikran a saddle around the both of you and tying it. Holding you both close to each other.
The ride back felt like it was longer than any other ride before, when in reality it was only 2 minutes.
But when he entered High Camp, every thing was a rush. People were running to aid everybody.
But when you were noticed, being carried by Awpxey, someone had yelled.
âY/n is here, Y/n is here!â And once again, Awpxey was flocked with people, and you were taken right out of his arms.
His mouth opened in shock and protest, but nothing came out. Nothing came out as he knew you needed that help.
What those things did to you was completely unforgiving. They truly are demons.
A hand came down on his shoulder, and turning around, he was met with Jake.
âThank you. Thank you for gathering everybody to come save us.â Your fatherâs eyes were watering.
Awpxey nodded. âI-itâs okay, youâre welcome sir. I did what I knew was right.â
Jake patted his shoulder before walking away, heading into a tent where Awpxey was able to catch a small glimpse of the rest of your family.
You, no where to be found. You must have been in another tent, getting treated for your brutal wounds.
Awpxey sat down somewhere, placing his head in his hands.
He was scared, scared that you would somehow succumb to your injuries, and he would never be able to really talk to you again.
Hours passed, the atmosphere was a little more quiet but the movement of healers and other people walking around High Camp were still audible.
Time passed to the waking hours, the Sun started to rise and peeked through the headlines of the trees. The chirps of the daytime animals coming to life.
The silent steps of feet were heard, and Awpxey thought nothing of it although they were close. And then started to sound closer.
A tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.
He looked up, meeting the eyes of a slightly older woman. Her voice soft as she pointed to the side.
âShe is ready to see you.â The âsheâ in question did not have no time to be pondered on.
Awpxey stood quickly, his bones popping as his stiff body finally stood straight.
The woman led him a little ways away. The small walk helped refresh Awpxey as he was finally able to take some deep breaths in order to see you again.
Both Naâvis then approached a hut, small whispers and the soft clatters of clay pots audible from the inside.
She pulled the curtains on the entrance back, allowing Awpxey to enter first.
The sight he was met with broke him.
There you laid on a medical woven mat, barely conscious with your family around you.
When you were able to register the fact he had entered the hut, you gave him a smile.
A smile that broke his heart as he was able to see the true pain you were in. Your face was swollen to no end, red and purple marks littered across your face.
It was almost everywhere on you.
âY/n..â He whispered, tears building lightly in his eyes. He stumbled towards you, his eyes only focused on you. He felt as if it was only you and him in the world at the moment.
âHi Awpxey.â Your voice was quiet, rough and pained. And he had shushed you quietly, knowing that it hurt you.
âYou do not have to speak to me Y/n.. I know you are safe now, please donât hurt yourself trying to talk to me.â His hand reached gently to your head, trembling as he was scared he would hurt you.
He knew your face was a sensitive place to touch right now. But his touch on your head was lighter than an Atokirina, you barely felt it. But you felt even more safe knowing that he was also here, here and not injured elsewhere.
âIâm here for you okay?â And you nodded with a smile, knowing he would become worried if you even tried to speak.
You were safe now. Together with your family and your lover. Loved and protected, just as they were.
Hi everyone!! Thank you so much for reading this! Iâm sorry if it came off as a like super violent fic that made you uncomfortable, trying to bother any of you is NEVER my intention!! All the recons here I made up myself except Wainfleet and Quaritch! Oh and, Iâm a little excited also because Iâm working on my Masterlisttt!! I apologize for any spelling mistakes!! But again! Thank you so much for reading and all the love đ€!!
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(followup to this poll)
(We are deciding what we want to happen, not what would be most likely.)
Feanor has* a vision of Maedhros throwing himself into a volcano (also, he's got a lot of scars and just one hand and there's apparently some cataclysmic event around + there is a strange glowing thing in the sky + WHAT? why is the Silmaril burning him???)
His heart says to him: "Behold!âŠ
\* assume it is happenning shortly before the action mentioned in your answer, at an appropriate point to not do the thing.
My thoughts on what might happen in some of those scenarios:
[In case it's confusing: I call the bad guy Melkor or Morgoth depending on how he was called at a given point in story. this is the natural way to do it for me.]
Feanor doesn't make the Silmarils is the boring option tbh.
Cooperate with Melkor... you could have Melkor gaining some common sense, and generally those two realizing that they have some ugly traits in common and getting into a more constructive sort of rivarly... but no. :D Realistically, it would end up as bad as the canon, maybe with a different setup of alliances and anmities.
Doesn't go to the party... I think this is what Melkor expected. We end up with Feanor dead but I think he would beat up Melkor well too. Melkor had underestimated him.
Which means that Ungolianth would have a good opportunity to negotiate her payment earlier. We may end up with a hilarious (well, ok, also tragic because Feanor dies) scene where Tulkas is the one to chase Ungoliant off from Melkor's face.
And Melkor gets (impisoned? kicked into the void?) so Beleriand is safe, I guess. Well, except one little admirable guy being left there without any supervision.
Also, the Trees are dead but the Silmarils are probably reclaimed and without Feanor having the opportunity to refuse earlier, his sons may allow the Valar to use them. The problem is: can anyone break them? (Alternatively, they got eaten by Ungolianth)
Take Finwe and Silmarils to the party⊠I assume Melkor knew (at least predicted) that Feanor would leave the gems (and maybe himself too) at home. So here we end up with a last-minute change of plans leading to a very surprised Melkor.
The Trees are still dead, but the Silmarils are available, and with Finwe being alive... I don't know. Feanor would surely take Finwë's opinion into account, but would Finwë want him to let Yavanna reboot the Trees at the cost of Silmarils? With Feanor believing that it would kill him: no, he wouldn't.
We still very likely get an Oath (to protect them from the Valar, which was imo the main goal of the oath) and Finwë is swearing it too. I like it, this makes 9 of them and 9 is a cool number.
And the Oath means that Feanor is banished, so they leave to Beleriand anyway. They wanted to leave even before the Darkening. Just with Finwë. Which may impact Olwë's reaction and later, Thingol's. Also, Finwë is the one going to "parley" with Morgoth (about what, if he has no Silmarils? idk, but Morgoth would think of something for sure)
Give up the Silmarils⊠Ooooh. this is the interesting one. I'll be honest: this is the one with best vibes for me. It just feels right and like it would result in the worst of Feanor's flaws going away.
The Trees are still dead, because the jewels are gone. However, I imagine this would change how the Silmarils impact Morgoth (because metaphysics). and by that I mean it's both more painful and somehow more constructive, more helpful to the general story?
Also there would be a Valar-approved army going to reclaim the gems, probably led by Eonwë. And much more coherent and with less tensions. And, of course, no problem with ships.
I like to think that Indis would go to war (why not? Morgoth killed her husband after all, even if she didn't care much for said husband). I like it because then she can die and Finwë and Miriel can live happily again and by letting go of revenge for Finwë, Feanor would eventually get Finwë back which is wonderful.
I don't hate Indis, but she is the third wheel here, sorry. Also, I believe she would stay in Mandos to let Finwë be happy with Miriel, because she is a good person. A good perso that is the third wheel.
Generally, somehow, happy ending. Happier than in the Silm, anyway. And Feanor doesn't die, or at least not for long. Miriel could heal after giving birth to him, he can heal after breaking the Silmarils.
Don't leave Aman... I'm not sure. He may start a civil war eventually (preasure the Valar to chase Morgoth and the preasuring escalates).
Doesn't swear the oath. This is another interesting one. He is not banished from Aman, just leaves by himself. The Teleri may be more cooperative. There may be no or less of doom of the Noldor.
It all may result in the sons of Feanor being much more cooperative after he died, trying to somehow make amends with the Valar? IDK.
Doesn't fight the Teleri⊠What's the alternative? Trying to build his own ships, or Helcaraxe? With all the tensions among his host? I think it's another "civil war" one.
Doesn't burn the ships⊠Much damage is done already, and I think Feanor still goes in front of the army and dies. It's just in character for him.
Succession crisis ensues (I don't think Maedhros liked Fingolfin a whole lot at this point?), Morgoth invites a king to a parlay⊠both of them, asking each to keep it secret⊠Fingolfin has to save both his cousin and his father.
I don't think there's much improvement overall. There is surely a big improvement for all who died or otherwise suffered the Helcaraxe, but in the historical perspective? Not much.
Doesn't die on Balrogs? This results to Maedhros not gtting captured, at least not so early. Feanor wouldn't go to a parlayâ wait. He wouldn't be invited to a parlay. He would be invited to a duel. And go there, of course. Morgoth would be delighted. (Of course there would be no duel. It would be the same as with the parlay... And then he would have Feanor to "play with")
The sons would probably assume him dead? I'm not sure. Or they would die one by one trying to free him?
Anyway, bad idea. Probably worse than canon.
No second oath⊠I don't think it would change much. It felt like it deserved to be an option, but⊠idk.
#yes I managed to fit in the joke option! :D#anyway:#silm#silmarillion#tolkien legendarium#the silm#the silmarillion#silm polls#feanor#silm fic ideas#[feel free to write a fic based on any of those if you like ;) ]#I should make a consistent tag for all the âghost of Christmasâ scenarios
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Talking to the Moon: Part VI
Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Word Count: ~4800 Warnings: slightly suggestive, swearing, blood, non-con touching (Cazador touching reader), some borrowed in game dialogue, canonical warnings apply!
archiveofourown:Â here
masterlist:Â here
part I: here part II: here part III: here part IV: here part V: here
Summary: Set in Act III, after you arrive in Baldur's Gate and have met some of Astarion's siblings but not yet confronted Cazador. Astarion struggles with inner turmoil as he is suddenly thrusted back into the clutches of his old master's influence.
Notes: Long time no update! Long story short December was the month where everything was bad and everything hurt - ER hospital visits and many, many days laying in bed and on the couch very unmotivated and just wanting to feel better! I am very grateful to be feeling better and up to writing as my fics is one of my favorite creative outlets! So thank you for being patient between updates! I really appreciate it and any kind of interaction like a reblog, like or comment truly makes my friggin' day!
So this update and the next chapter will be focused on confronting Cazador! I have had these thoughts and ideas to add more to the in-game scenes since the very first time I played it! I was doing a multiplayer save with my fiancé and the second we finished Astarion's quest (I sobbed the entire time btw) I stayed up all night writing all my thoughts onto my notes app. I didn't even intend to write into a fic back then, I just wanted the outlet of writing it all down to help with how emotional I was feeling about it all! And now a few months later, I have a fic with over 30k words. Aha... whoops!
Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this update and the slight changes and add-ons I've added to this final part of Astarion's quest. I honestly teared up writing parts of it, because Astarion and his and my Tav's story means so much to me, I couldn't help it. ALSO, I don't plan on these being the last updates since it is the "end" of Astarion's quests. I still have plans for this Tav/Reader and Astarion yet. Not enough kissing and happiness had happened yet!! Just some angst and pain has to happen first.
As always, reblogs and comments are very very appreciated âĄâĄâĄ
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You had wandered the streets of Baldurâs Gate before. Long before the nautiloid, in your time living in the city you had explored as much of the exciting city as you could. But never like this.
Your party had taken every cobblestone street, every back alley and shortcut. Astarion lead the way for most of them, pointing things out and sharing antidotes with you.
But you noticed how his smile strained at times, that he was wearing down the stitches on his leather pants from his fingers picking them nervously. At night when you slept side by side youâd wake to him trembling and muttering through a nightmare, which had become more frequent since you stepped into the city boundaries.
The vampire has been so sure of the next step in the Shadowlands and Wyrmâs Crossing. But now anytime you neared the streets leading to Cazadorâs castle, he was turning on his heel and looking at one of your companions to ask what they needed to do instead.
Meeting his siblings days ago had been eye-opening. You thought you understood what he had gone through, that the memories he had described to you, and even shown you through the tadpoles, was enough. But after seeing how controlled and manipulated Petras and Dalyria had been⊠What they were being forced to doâŠYou couldnât bring yourself to picture Astarion like that.
You couldnât imagine the turmoil and anguish going through your lover â seeing his siblings, being in the city again in a way he never thought he would, being so close to seizing power that could change his fate forever. You hadnât voiced that every time he mentioned taking the ritual for himself fear stabbed in your belly. You knew what was motivating him to even consider the choice â outright fear and the call of power that was easily addicting. But too many things in his life has been decided for him⊠so you didnât voice that to him, instead insisting that you only needed for him to be safe and happy. You trusted him to make the right choice.
You did trust him. You loved him.
And you showed him as such â throughout the day as you laced your fingers through his, as you rolled your neck for him to feed, as you curled into each other to sleep.
And he had been returning that trust and love back.
He had continued to expand his boundaries with you, slowly but surely as the days went on. Your quiet time together after a long day, you were a reprieve he sought out over and over. You whispered and giggled with each other between kisses in your shared bed in the Elfsong Tavern â tucked into the corner and hidden behind privacy screens. Privacy screens that Karlach had loudly dragged over before giving you both a very unsubtle wink. Then she did the same for her and Shadowheart.
The teasing had been relentless.
You still hadnât taken those final steps, and you were in no rush too. Astarionâs happiness and agency was the most important to you, always. Yet, you couldnât help the way your heart thundered and breath got higher as he slowly explored any kind of touch and intimacy with you again.
You were laid together now, draped across each other â you only in your night clothes and Astarion in very thin linen pants. You were pressed gently on top of him, your voice and lips whispering across his pale skin as he pointed his fingertip to various parts of his body. His new game he had started that night â seemingly convinced that he would find a part of himself that you did not love.
Utterly impossible â but you indulged him anyways.
âEven this? You like this?â He pointed to his knobby elbow.
"Hmm,â You hummed approvingly, pressing a gentle peck to the bare, taut skin of his bent joint.
His low laughter rumbled through both of you, shaking you slightly. âIâm running out of ideas.â
You eyed him greedily, âIâm not. Youâve missed some of your best parts.â
âHave I?â He cocked a brow, a smirk spreading across his face. âAlright, go on then.â
âI canâ?â
âMhmm,â He nodded his head against the silk pillow, settling himself deeper into the mattress under your weight.
Swallowing, you took him in underneath you and felt your mind start whirring. Slow, patient, soft â you reminded yourself. You gently touched his jawline, the tip of your finger following the strong line. âHere.â
Then your forefinger and thumb rubbed the cartilage on the tops of his ears, âHere.â His mouth fell open deliciously with that one.
âHere,â You caressed the mole on his cheek with a swipe of your thumb.
You continued your movements, so drawn into him that you didnât notice his red eyes blazing as they flickered between watching your hand and watching your face.
Your fingers gracefully dragged across him. His Adamâs apple. His knuckles. Collarbone. Inner wrist.
âI told you, there is no part of you that I do not like. Every inch of you I want toââ You cut yourself off. Perhaps that was too much. This was a fun, teasing game â exploratory and gentle. You hadnât meant to make it about your own desire and arousal.
He swallowed, his mouth hanging open slightly, âYou want to what?â
You let out a fake cough, lifting yourself off of him slightly with a blush crossing your cheeks. âWell, Iââ
A grin spread across his face, âOh, I love it when you get all coy.â He purred, pulling you back before you could fully get away. âTell me, please.â He whispered.
âThere isnât an inch of you that I donât wish to kiss. To taste.â You admitted huskily, the heat on your face spreading to your neck.
The groan that escaped him made the fire in your belly sputter even hotter.
âShow me?â He asked softly, but his tone was slightly more sultry than before.
âShoâshow you?â
He nodded before fidgeting under you to display himself more â stretching out his neck, spreading his arms out.
âMay Iââ
âDarling,â He said the pet name a tad exasperated as his slowly closing eyes snapped to yours. âThis was my idea. You donât have to ask every time.â
âYes, I do.â You insisted.
He rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his soft curls, âReallyââ
But you cut him off. âAstarion, I do. I will continue to. Itâs important to me. I never want you to do something you donât want. I never want to make you feel like that with me.â
âYou havenât. I know you wouldnât.â He trailed his pale fingers through the hair hanging in front of your face as you hovered over him. He tucked it behind your ear.
âI know it seems like a silly question, especially between us but I want you to know you canââ
It was his turn to cut you off, silencing you with a reassuring kiss. He was looking at you with astonishment when you finally opened your eyes from the deep kiss. âWhat ever did I do to deserve you my lovely moon?â
You smiled tenderly down at him, âPerhaps it was fate.â
âHmm," His red eyes blinked slowly, "I used to despise that sentiment.â
âAnd now?â
Astarion gave you one of the most tender smiles you'd ever seen. âI think you might be right.â He ran his fingers gently down your cheek before letting out a dramatic puff. âNow, stop turning me into a sappy lovesick fool and kiss me already.â He growled playfully.
"As you wish, love." You mumbled as you pressed your lips to his.
âą âą âą
You woke with a stir, the weight of the mattress shifting suddenly and then the sound of scuffling feet. Astarion was standing in front of the bed â in front of you defensively, still only in his night pants with his bare chest rising and falling quickly. A dagger was closed in his fist, aimed in front of him of threateningly. âStop right where you are.â His voice was commanding like it had never been before, but you could still hear a twinge of uncertainty in it.
âYou know why weâre here, brother.â A low, masculine voice said â seemingly coming from the dark shadows in the corners of the large suite.
Astarion's stance grew wider, his grip on his dagger tightening until his already pale knuckles turned white. âCome any closer to us and it will be the last thing you do.â
Peering over your lover's figure, you found four pairs of glowing red eyes studying you intently. The hairs on the back of your neck and arms started to stand up.
"I mean it - get the hells away from us!" Astarion growled again, his hand blinding reaching back for you. You laced your fingers through his and a protection spell was on your lips seconds later, muttered quietly until you felt the magical aura surround him.
The rest of your companions were up on their feet after Astarion's shout, pushing in towards your bed, edging around it in a protective semi-circle. Most of them were scantily clad in only undergarments and nightclothes - but all of them had their hands glowing with magic or weapons drawn. Fury was etched on every one of their faces from the intrusion and threat.
One of the female vampires eyed the rest of your group, counting and calculating. Then she raised her hands up, "We come in peace, brother."
"You call this peace, Aurelia?" He frowned at her. Your grip on him tightened as you stood up and tried to go to his side, but he stepped in front of you protectively once again.
A male stepped forward slightly, his mouth and eyes ruby red with deep scars carved over his skin, trailing down his chin. It was a terrifying sight. But his voice did not match his appearance, and instead was laced with desperation and hope. "The master needs all seven us for the ceremony. Come with us and be reborn. We'll live again."
The suite remained deadly silent. Like you all were waiting to see who would make the first move, who would let loose a spell or swing a blade first.
But it was your meek voice that broke the silence, "How did you find us?"
Their red eyes snapped instantly to you, but it was one of his sister's who spoke. "Master Cazador has known where Astarion was this entire time â where both of you were. He has been watching carefully since you arrived in the city."
"You know what our master will do to them.â His scarred brother warned, nodding his head towards you. His eyes almost looked... sad.
âHe wonât get the chance, Leon.â Astarion snarled back.
Leon raised his hands defensively, "We aren't here for them. We are here about the rite. The master needs you. You must attend."
Astarion scoffed, "Oh, I am well aware of what the master needs. But don't we all deserve better?" His features were contorted in a strange mixture of emotion. "After these centuries of torment, I know what you all want. More then power. More than to walk in the sun. You want to see him dead."
The desire for revenge, for Cazador's death, did not surprise you. He had said as much, and bluntly too. You had agreed that Cazador deserved such a fate after the years of abuse and exploitation he had forced upon Astarion.
"If you think I will be a willing sacrifice for him and his deranged ritual, you really are stupidly blinded by him."
"Sacrifice?" Aurelia stepped forward, shaking her head. "No, this is our way to cheat undeath."
"Is that the lie he told you?" He sneered.
"I-"
Astarion's lips curled up, "You're all fools. You think he cares about us? You think he will grant us such power? We are nothing but pawns to be slaughtered for the king â one final, grand maneuver so he can win the game."
His four siblings shook with disbelief. "The master doesn't need to lie to us. He controls us, fully. Why go through the trouble of giving us hope..."
Leon got there first, his face crumbling. "Because its more cruel... shit."
The vampires exchanged a look â a look between siblings that you knew well. One that you had shared with your own brother many times. A silent conversation had happened between them in an instant.
"That manipulative bastard." The other female finally spoke, her words a hiss between her fanged teeth.
"How did we not see this?"
Leon squared his shoulders, moving his red eyes to look back at his free brother. "Astarion is right... because we are blind fools."
"We must go before he compels us tooâ agghhh." Aurelia grabbed her head, her expression one of excruciating pain. "Aggghhhhh!"
"Take her." Leon commanded the other siblings who looped their arms around her, dragging her away as she fought them. But he lingered behind them for a moment, stopping to look over his shoulder and study the pair of you. To look at the rest of your companions surrounding you defensively. "Help us, brother." His voice was a whispered plea, his terrifying, red eyes wide and shining. Then with a loud crack and a sudden puff of red, they were gone.
A collective sigh escaped your party as they disappeared, spells extinguished and weapons dropped down to their sides before they turned to face both of you.
Astarionâs shoulders sagged as he realized his family had indeed left. He all but collapsed into your side, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you held him back. Really, as you held him up.
You stroked his hair as he murmured into your shoulder, âTomorrow. This ends tomorrow.â
âOkay, my love. Weâll be with you the whole way.â You whispered into his pointed ear, returning the concerned expression of your companions watching as your hold on Astarion tightened a bit more.
âą âą âą
Whatever you do... I just don't want to die down here.
Sebastianâs voice was echoing in his ears, his mind, and creeping down into parts of him he had just barely started to recognize again. Parts of him that a few months ago he had deemed long dead. He had to force his pink lips into a firm line just to stop them from trembling.Â
This place, his so-called home was his personal hell. Every step through the fading carpets and ostentatiously decorated rooms had gotten harder and harder â until he had started to feel physically ill. Bile was rising in his throat, his back and palms of his hands turning clammy. And now, standing in the secret, buried crypt beneath â it felt like the castle above him was pressing down, screaming at him of what a luxury it had been that he was a prisoner up there and not down here. That voice in his head, that ringing, echoing voice. Gods, he wished it would stop.Â
And you... you had been so uncommonly quiet. You who had lent him your strength since the moment he met you, you and your presence a steady reassurance that he had come to depend on. But his little moon who was usually so chatty and poetic, was so quiet. Your eyes were wide as you followed him through Cazadorâs castle, your steps clumsy and dazed like he wasn't the only one walking through this twisted nightmare. Perhaps it was for you â realizing the realities of what he had been through.
When Astarion's composure had really started to shake, you snapped back to reality and were with him in an instant. Your warm fingers threading through his icy ones. Your voice, your soft, hushed voice using the smallest amount of words to try and put his cruel mind at ease. The words you had used were choice, but powerful. You insisted that all of this was Cazador's cruelty â not his.Â
But how could he believe that as he stood in front of the cells filled with people he had brought his master? How could he deny the role he played in all of this when he could stare into the eyes of all of those victims â the stupid, innocent fools who in a fleeting moment fell for him.Â
Especially when he realized how fortunate, how damn lucky, it was that he never stumbled on you on the streets of Baldurâs Gate the past year you'd lived in the city.Â
Astarion stood before the precipice of Cazadorâs ritual room. The grand doors that would lead to these final moments just a few steps away from him.
The fine outfit he picked for himself suddenly felt unbearably tight and itchy. The lacy neck scratching and digging into his skin, his leather shoes too restricting. He had wanted to use the clothes as a symbol to his old master â look how well Iâve done without you, look who Iâve become without you. His hands became fists at his sides, his knuckles white and half moons appearing on the soft skin of his palms as he squeezed tighter and tighter. The only way to stop them from trembling â with both fear and rage.Â
âI'm here for you, love.â You whispered gently, your warm fingers ghosting the sides of his wrists as you stepped in beside him. His fists unclenched slightly as he breathed in your familiar scent, as he savored the soft caress of your skin on his. He pushed down the building sob climbing up through his chest, the urgency of the cry growing as he felt your presence surround him. "Just... remember who you are, Astarion."Â
Who was he? It felt even blurrier in this sadistic crypt under the castle he used to call home. Though it never was one. A prison, that's what it was.Â
And what version of him did you see? Could he really be what you thought you saw? What you thought he could be?
Astarion had left Baldur's Gate against his will â a tormented, violent, broken thing. A puppet. A slave. He thought he had returned to this city anew â a free male, softer around the edges but no longer a thing to be used. His own person.
Yet the second he felt the influence of Cazador's control, the moment he felt that familiar threat he felt as if he was falling backwards. Being backed into a corner, corralled into the cage and slapped into chains that he had rotted away in for two hundred years.Â
He would not go back.Â
A shudder went through him as he tried to compose himself once more, taking a deep breath that he knew he did not truly need. Looking sideways at you, he gave you a final nod. "I'm ready for this to be over."Â
Something flashed in your eyes, but it was gone as fast as it appeared. You nodded, before following him through the grand doors with the rest of your companions trailing behind.Â
The descent down those stairs was brutal. Time seemed to drag to such a slow that it was almost like the scene before them was frozen in time. Astarion could recognize the familiar silhouette of his master anywhere. It had haunted him long enough that he had memorized every harsh line and angle. He loosed a breath as he counted six figures bound and hovering by some form of magic â a seventh spot on the top center left open and waiting.
For him.Â
"Could it be?!" The voice that plagued his thoughts, his nightmares and memories echoed throughout the large chamber. It sent hundreds of different feelings throughout his body, his flesh getting goosebumps and steps faltering for a moment on the stone stairs.
"Our prodigal son returned to us!" Cazador's voice was jovial, but there was no mistaking why. The final piece to his game had just delivered themselves to him, the sacrificial lamb for slaughter had seemingly come with no ill intent.Â
Astarion would make the vampire bastard regret underestimating him.
He could hear you just steps behind him, the pads of your feet, the familiar thrum of your heart increasing as you both stepped closer and closer to Cazador's place on the central dais. He gritted his teeth, his back molars clenching down so hard he swore he heard a crunch in the back of his mouth. He lowered his head, looking up at the monster that had ruined him through his eyebrows.Â
"Do not slouch before me, boy! Have you no respect for yourself?" Cazador snapped, waving his hand dismissively at him. "Look at you, crawling back after abandoning your family. You should be begging for our forgiveness."
"I will do no crawling, nor begging." Astarion snarled, baring his teeth slightly. "And forgiveness? Really? You have never forgiven anything. Every mistake, every slip was punished."
The bastard had the audacity to roll his red eyes, "I strove for perfection in all things â even those as imperfect as you. A pity you amounted to so little, despite my efforts."Â
"No!!" He roared, stepping forward once more as he pointed his finger. "No, fuck you and fuck everything you've ever done to me!"Â
Cazador raised a single dark brow before letting out a humorless laugh, "You stupid, little boy."
"You son of a bitch!" Astarion couldn't stop the explosion of anger that coursed through him and he charged forward. His pale hand formed a fist as he launched himself at Cazador but a flare of red magic suddenly froze him in place. His body stopped completely, caught mid-lunge with his fingers still curled in a punch.Â
He heard a strangled whimper from behind him. It was you, the sound one he had rarely heard â one of you paralyzed from fear.Â
But the master mercifully ignored you, only having eyes for his spawn. He smirked as he surveyed Astarion trapped in the swell of magic, "Tut, tut." He clicked his tongue, "Did you think it would be that easy?"Â
Astarion let out a groan of pain as he tried to resist the red binding power that started to form around him. Tears began to prickle in the corners of his eyes as they began to squeeze and cut into his skin, seeping into him slowly like a dreadful poison.Â
"Astarion!!" His name ripped out of you at his pained cries, stepping forward onto the dais to intervene. The agony in your voice was more unbearable then what he was currently suffering.Â
He was a fool to bring you here, to ask you to help him. He had served them all to Cazador on a silver platter. Â
âOh?" The ancient vampire's voice had a hint of wicked glee in it as he turned on his heel and set his eyes on you, with the rest of your companions lingering just behind you. Like he had just finally bothered to notice your presence. "And who do we have here? Your little pet, Astarion?âÂ
You froze in place, but stood up slightly taller. He watched as you jutted your chin forward, setting your shoulders back as you refused to cower in front of him. Even if he could scent your fear from here. Then the old master slinked around you, his chest almost brushing your back as he inspected you head to toe. Your jaw set as he circled behind you where you could not see, but you did your best to keep your face neutral. âAnd whatâs this?â Cazador asked with a flicker of false humor.Â
Astarion hissed as the vampire stepped even closer, bending down to eye his puncture marks that had scarred on your neck. âYou finally gained enough courage to feed from a being capable of thought? Congratulations, spawn.â Then he took in a large inhale, âAnd quite an appetizing pick too, they smell absolutely delicious."
His glowing red eyes snapped back to Astarion as he remained behind you, looming over your shoulder. He was gauging every reaction from both of you, he knew.
Studying. Calculating. Deducing.Â
Like any manipulative vampire would.
"But it seems my dear boy, youâve been double dipping with this one havenât you?â He made to grab your silver hair and Astarion felt his mind go berserk. âDON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM!â He roared, pulling hard enough on the magical red tethers around him that they flared and flickered for a moment.Â
An evil grin contorted his master's fingers as he still put his long fingers through your hair and pushed it behind your ear. The action revealed even more of your neck so he pressed his prominent nose against your pulse point, inhaling deeply. âYour scent is all over them.â You shuddered involuntarily, your face wincing and flinching away at his cold touch.
Astarion growled, his fangs barring and snapping at his old master. âOh, so upset. They are your favorite little pet arenât they?" A long finger nail dragged down your jaw. Astarion's eyes were glued to yours, your body seemingly immobilized from fear â for both yourself and him. Cazador cocked his head as he watched the pair of you before letting out a scoff. "You fool, you fell for your snack instead. What a pity... for once I was almost proud of you.â
He finally let you go, wiping the fingers that touched you off on his jacket like you were a worm he had picked up from the dirt. He licked his lips as he approached his spawn again, still frozen with his scarlet magic that buzzed and echoed with authority throughout the entire chamber. âWell, I can give you one last comfort, since I am such a generous master." He whispered into Astarion's ear, both of their eyes locked onto your worried expression. "Once you and all your siblings are nothing but pulp... Iâll treat your special love extra carefully. Iâll be so lonely since the rest of you will all be gone. But this one⊠they will make for a delectable companion."
Another growl escaped from deep in his chest, but the sound was caught as Cazador wrapped his long fingers around his pale throat. âItâs a pity I have to lose you. So much work, so much time... gone. But my new companion will do a much better job than you, with a pretty face like that no one would resist? I mean, even you didnât.â He hissed in his ear.Â
"ENOUGH!â You barked, stepping forward closer to him with your mouth and brow set in a hardline. "Release him, Cazador, at once."
The bastard only smirked and snapped around to meet you, "Ha. Or what?"
"This all ends here. You end here." You did not stutter or stumble. Your voice was strong and carried across the chamber. Your companions stepped up behind you, hands moving at their sides as they readied their weapons and spells at your word.Â
"Is that so? You are willing to risk death for him? A wasted, mistake of a spawn? A stupid, little boy?"
Your nostrils flared, your eyes shining with familiar power that was now coming off of you in waves, "I would do anything for him."
"Stupid mortal." Cazador barked, his lips curling in disgust. "I forgot how foolish you can be when you fall in "love". But not to worry... I'll train that right out of you." He twirled back around dramatically, looking at Astarion as he held onto his staff tighter. The red magic swirled and brightened around Astarion, squeezing him so tightly he felt as if may be crushed from the inside out. "You truly forgot my power, Astarion. You truly thought our bond as creator and creation was all that stopped you from killing me. You are weak, my child. You are a small, pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything. But today, you will finally do something worthwhile. You will burn, and I will ascend."
The vampire master flicked his wrist, and Astarion was soaring across the room â completing the final spot in the ritual circle. The entire chamber room suddenly lit up with the red light, a enormous sigils swirling underneath Astarion and the rest of his siblings as they hovered in mid air. Their tops suddenly shredded from the force of the spell as their naked, scared torsos were revealed â the scars littered across them glowing the same scarlet as the patterns beneath them. Â
"ASTARION!" His name was a roar from your lips again as you surged forward, hands outstretched for him across the ritual floor. Â
"Witness the birth of the Vampire Ascendant! Ecce dominus!" Cazador's staff slammed down onto the marked stone floor.Â
And pain like nothing Astarion had ever felt went through every part of him.Â
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Hellohello! The luchino fan back again LMAO, I loved your other writing it was so good! I'm back again for more if you have the time, could you write about luchino comforting reader after a bad match? I usually feel shitty after messing up a match and wanna see how my fav would comfort me, if it's not too much thank you!
Luchino (Professor) Helping Reader Through Aftermath of Bad Matches âïž
Notes: EHEHE. I HAVE A RECURRING ANON. EHEHEHEHEHEHE. YIPPEE. Also, I decided to go with a story format for this one, which is why the title's more creative. I also apologize if this is short.
You'd made a few silly mistakes and hoped like hell that would be the end of it. You hoped that maybe your team could recover and perhaps even achieve a win or a tie, though you knew the moment you were placed on that godforsaken chair for the final time that whatever victory your team achieved, you certainly wouldn't have contributed a damn thing to it.
And to hurt your pride even further, like it was all some kind of sick joke that some unknown deity of probability was playing on you specifically, it soon became as clear as day while you spectated that not one Survivor was going to make it out of that match. Was it your fault? At a certain point, they should be able to get the game back on track, right? But they'd have had a much easier time if you hadn't messed everything up like a complete and utter moron.
Now that you've gone and made yourself look like a fool, a failure, and a god damned mess, you've decided to spend the rest of the day in your room. By yourself. With no-one around to see how insanely stupid you are. Maybe if you read a book or something, you'd get smart enough to not make such dumb decisions! Maybe! Who knows! But whatever you choose to do with your time in here, you're sure as hell not about to out there so you can hear all the things they're going to say about you. You just can't bear to face them right now.
So, your room is where you've been for the past few hours. On one hand, you haven't been busy since that pathetic match. But on the other, that match being your last for the day means you'll have no chance to redeem yourself until tomorrow.
You swear that next time, you won't let those pitiful Hunters taste even a single victory if you can help it. You won't let them strike even a single one of your allies. They'd have to get through you first. But how could you even be that good? Wasn't your little display today proof enough that you can't do a single thing right? You have to get better. You have to do better. You have to-
There is a soft knock at the door, startling you and returning you to reality. You're in your room. Aside from the knock at your door a few seconds ago, it's dead silent and it has been for a while. Maybe, if you breathe quietly enough and don't answer the door, whoever it is will leave you be.
What could they even be here for? To mock you? To ridicule you for your poor performance today? Why would someone even go out of their way to do that? How sickening. You won't allow them even the chance.
You hear a second, slightly louder knock at the door, followed by a voice you know you'd never hear mock you. Not in a million years, no matter what he'd ever become, reptilian or even further into the future than that.
"[Y/N]? I know you are in there. You have not left your room since your most recent match, a match your team unfortunately lost. I have reason to express concern."
You let the voice and words of the professor sit in your mind for a moment before finally opening the door a bit. You trusted him to see you upset. You two were quite fond of eachother. Quite romantically attached, despite everything. After all, facing the incomprehensible is much easier when you aren't alone.
"Ah, [Y/N]. Are you alright? You seem... Unwell."
Your expression shifts into something more content and you silently open the door further and step out of the way, indicating an invitation into your room. After closing the door, you finally confirm your reasons for being so upset, while Luchino nods attentively, waiting patiently for you to finish your explanation.
He sits down, gestures for you to do the same, clears his throat, and politely offers his hand to place yours in. Almost hesitantly due to your mood, you place your hand in his.
He's naturally not the most skilled when it comes to social interactions, but he's more than capable of using his intelligence and observations to get him through most conversations. However, he's more nervous than he normally would be right now because the quality of his lover's evening is on the line. One could tell by how hesitant he is to even speak.
"Failure is... Necessary, I believe."
Wow. What a strong start.
"Through imperfections, one can learn and improve to a degree to a degree where they become almost unrecognizable. Do you think you are the same person you were when you first started? You are not and neither am I."
You'd always be the first to hear of all of the things he had to say, his failures and his accomplishments alike. Just as long as no messes were made, he'd always been happy to let you witness every little thing he'd ever discovered, no matter how beautiful and no matter how objectively disgusting. He was proud of every bit of it.
"You've come far, you'll always continue to progress, and it is not your fault that another happened to perform more skillfully. I fail too, at times. Disgracefully, in fact. I think everyone fails sometimes, just as everyone should. If everything and everyone were perfect from birth, there would be no need for change or variety, and there be would be no catharsis from overcoming challenges, because there would be no challenges to overcome. What do you think of that idea?"
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WAITED ALL YOUR LIFE ~ Prologue
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Alaska (Lassie) Jones (OC)
Waited All Your Life Summary:
When a soul has suffered enough pain - it becomes that of a shell. A place no one can infiltrate, sacred and dark - and all alone. Jake and Alaska both closed off their souls to the rest of the world a long time ago, convinced that love would never be in the cards. They didnât want it - they practically rejected it. Jakeâs band Greta Van Fleet and Alaskaâs band Icarus Casus were slowly becoming the most prominent rocks bands of their generation. But when they decided to take a month long trip together to the Chattanooga mountains to focus on their new albums - everything changed.Â
What happens when two souls, shut off from the world and all alone, find each other. Do they help rebuild what was broken - or do they burn everything to the ground.Â
Warnings: 18+ (Minors BE GONE); Mentions of car crashes, death from car crashes; mentions of death; smoking; drinking; Asshole Jake
Word Count: 9k
A/N: This is the prologue to the story, chapter 1 will be out soon! I know its a little long and content heavy for a prologue, but I thought it be best for the comprehension to have a well established beginning so no one is confused. Hope we all love!
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[Alaska's POV]
My eyes slowly creaked open as I could start to feel half of my face warming up, the bright Michigan sun shining through my window giving everything in its wake a warm and bright cast. As I slowly started to come to, my brother Dallas came barging into my room - causing way too much chaos and overall noise for me to enjoy the first few peaceful moments of my day. âLassie, Wake up!â He shouted down at me, my body still wrapped in my comforter, his muscular and shirtless chest shading me from the sun. âWhat do you want Dallas.â I replied, eyes closed and voice crackling from the mere seconds Iâve had to adjust to being awake. âSo, you know how I went to that party last night? Well, me and Sam got to talking - and we thought of this great idea.â He said, a grin lining his face. I slowly sat up on my elbows, ready to hear my brothers daily idiotic, âbrilliant ideaâ. âWhat did you come up with today, Dallas. Enlighten me, please.â I respond, eyes wincing at my still very early, very not awake surroundings. I swear to god, I donât know how my brother and Sam arenât in jail for his brilliant ideas at this point. âObviously we have a band, and Samâs got a band. Weâve never been able to correlate anything between Greta and Icarus because weâve always been on different schedules and in different places, but Greta just finished their last tour of Eastern America and now have a month long break before they go out on the road again.â He said down towards my direction, expecting some sort of reaction to this news. âOkayâŠâ I respond, clearly not entertained. âWell⊠me and Sam thought it might be beneficial for both bands to spend the month in the Chattanooga mountains, where the Kiszkas have those cabins, to write. I mean we donât have anywhere to be, we were gonna spend this time writing anyways⊠and not only could we help each other out with our new albums but it would be fun. We havenât gotten to properly spend time together in a while⊠and he is my best friend after all.â He says. My eyes, now MUCH more awake than before, sigh in his direction. âDallasâŠ. Itâs too early for this shit. Let me properly wake up and we'll talk about this later.â I respond, falling back into the warm cocoon Iâve made in my bed. âOkay, Iâm gonna go get breakfast with Sam, be back later.â he says, while swiftly exiting my room and closing the door.Â
While I would usually proceed to throw a plethora of insults at my brother for his not so brilliant ideas, I decided against it today as his ideaâŠ. realistically wasnât a bad one. Was it one I was particularly exited for? Absolutely not. But I could see the look in my brothers face when he spoke about finally being able to spend some real time with his best friend and thought Iâd save the criticism for another day.Â
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My brother Dallas Jones, and the infamous Samuel Kiszka have always been best friends - in every sense of the word. Sam - having grown up with not one but two TWIN brothers at that, he found some much needed comfort in my brother as they were twins in their own capacity. Dallas and Sam are basically the same person. Both sporadic, ADHD infused, and moronic at most times - not to mention, both the babies of our respective families. They have always been connected at the hip. Dallas and Sam met at the annual Frankenmuth town fair, in Frankenmuth Michigan, the town where the Kiszkaâs live. Me and Dallas grew up in the next town over, Bridgeport Michigan - which was a 15 minute drive from Frankenmuth, and about a 10 minute drive from the Kiszka house. Despite them attending different elementary and high schools, you better believe the two of them were together Every. Goddamn. Day. Whether they had to beg our parents to drive them every day⊠ride their bikes along the highway (and lie to our parents about it), or even part take in the occasional hitch hiking depending on where they were that day⊠one would always end up at the others house by the time there were stars in the sky.Â
Thanks to growing up in somewhat rural Michigan where we barley ever saw cops and you knew every single one of your neighbours for miles⊠it wasnât uncommon for kids without drivers licences to be behind the wheel and in and around town. This meant that by the time I was fourteen years old (Dallas and Sam being twelve at the time), I was given the responsibility of dropping off and picking up my brother up from Samâs in an older Chevy truck my dad no longer used. After my long days of school, and my somewhat-social life - I would end up driving down Junction Road every night to collect Dallas. Over time, I got to know Josh - Samâs oldest brother and (older) twin to Jake. Or should I say the mean twin. Anyways, me and Josh would come to be pretty close as friends. At some point during my daily trips to the Kiszka house to drop off Dallas, I simply stopped going home to stay and hang out with Josh - my new best friend. Homework, film, literature, art, music - me and josh enjoyed all of the same things, and enjoyed each others company even more. Nothing romantic ever conspired between us, in fact we would often refer to each other as our âplatonic soulmatesâ.Â
Fourteen years old is usually around the age where twin boys are at their most opposite. Growing up having a literal clone of you walking around, wearing the same clothes and being stereotypically forced into basically the same person - being called âJosh and the other Joshâ, would naturally take its toll. Josh was into everything I was into, and by the time we got to high school we were generally referred to as the weird kids. The kids who would try out for plays at our high schools, the kids who would read books because it was fun⊠you get the point - we were the weirdos.Â
Jake on the other hand - started playing sports all of a sudden and was one of the most popular boys at Frankenmuth High (how typical JakeâŠ). Hell, even at my high school in Bridgeport, he was spoken about as some sort of God. Me and Jake never got along. I would occasionally pass him in the driveway sometimes or he would interrupt me and Josh watching something we would have referred to as âcinematic excellenceâ, and I wouldnât be so much as acknowledged. Josh always noticed this, him being the intuitive and kind person he is - and he would reassure me that Jake simply had a thicker skin than most, one that needed more work to be able to see the good parts (If they even existâŠ). I always played it off as though I never cared, but in a truthful world - Jake was my first crush. From the first day I saw him, walking from his house into their garage as I parked in their driveway to drop off Dallas, it was impossible to ignore the absolute beauty that was Jake Kiszka. But as a fellow weird kid and Jake being one of the most popular people in the county - not to mention I was constantly with his brother (happily might I add), I let the kiddy crush remain a kiddy crush and nothing more.Â
We never spoke once, although I would get the occasional snare in my direction. Again, I was a wierdo alongside with his twin brother - the literal embodiment of what Jake was trying not to be. So why would he ever talk to me?
When I was 15 years old and a sophomore in high school, my dad had left. He stormed out one night, after getting in a fight with my mom. He had quickly packed a bag, left behind most of his things along with some very hurtful and nasty remarks that will forever be ingrained in my memories, and I never saw him again.Â
I was an absolute Daddyâs girl, in every sense of the word. I was aware of the fact that in reality my father wasnât the best dad, definitely could have been a better husband to my mother, but I always gave myself the excuse that he was simply trying his best. My dad was the reason for my love of music. We would listen to old records every day after school, and he basically taught me everything I know about music. He gave me my first guitar when I was seven, an acoustic Yamaha. He had picked up on my want to learn the guitar, and pushed me to pursue it. Eventually I got really good and he bought me my first electric guitar for Christmas when I was nine, a dark blue Fender Strat he had come across at a pawn shop. The bond me and my father had, had an interesting way of blurring out every red flag the man held. Which was enough red flags to paint the state of Michigan red. When he left, I was lost.Â
That year, I had a bunch of classes with a group of people I would never usually befriend. People that were generally perceived as âbad kidsâ - kids who would constantly defy the rules, had no responsibilities in their lives, and cared about nothing other than doing whatever the hell they wanted, whenever the hell they wanted to. The outcasts, some may say. For some reason unbeknownst to me, this particular group of people took a liking to me - and I was in no position to turn down friends. My only friend at this point was my brother (who was constantly with the love of his life Sam), and of course Josh - who didnât go to the same high school as me. So, my young and impressionable mind would become their friend. But more so than that, I was in dire need of a distraction. Something that would make my miserable and sad days a little more eventful, something that filled the gaping hole my dad had left in his wake.Â
Over the year that followed, as I started to let the outcasts more and more into my life, and Josh slipped further and further out of mine. Me and Josh went from seeing each other every day to a few times a week, to maybe once every other week if we were lucky. I was enjoying the numbness of living life as an outcast, and enjoying the freedom of no longer being constrained to my old life, one that served as nothing but a reminder of what was so prudently missing.Â
[SEPTEMBER 19th, 2011]
I was 15 years old. That night was a Saturday, it was about 1 oâclock in the morning, and me and my group of friends were out drunkenly driving as we used to do. The thought did cross my head on numerous occasions during these constant wild nights out that maybe something bad would happen with someone so intoxicated behind the wheel, however after this becoming a regular outing for our friend group I was confident in the abilities and luck of my friends, the thought not bothering my conscience any further.Â
That particular night, one of the guys in the group had stolen his fathers SUV after sneaking out, and our group had the idea to race against each other. With liquid courage running through out veins and not a singular care on our minds, we drove down the highway doing about 150 miles an hour. This was a smaller Michigan highway, one that was labelled as a highway but was really a long stretch of road with 2 lanes that drove through Frankenmuth, Bridgeport, and the entire state. The perfect place for a race.Â
After about 10 minutes of keeping this constant and lethal speed, as well as bottles of dark liquor being continuously emptied into our young bodies, one of my friends who was driving the car I was in the back of, decided to overtake the SUV. He pulled into the oncoming lane and drove for a few seconds, his speed increasing by the second. We had just come to a place in the road, called âDeaths Bendâ - and it was within a split second that we were now on the other side of it. The moments that followed remain nothing but a blur in my brain.Â
I saw lights approaching. Quickly. I screamed. Music was too loud. No one in the car seemed to notice. I undid my seatbelt. I opened the door. I fell out of the car.Â
Black.Â
I woke up in the hospital 2 days later with 6 broken ribs, a tear in my lung, a 3rd grade concussion, not to mention most of my body covered in cuts and deep bruises. I had had emergency surgery to repair the broken ribs and the internal bleeding, living me with a 5 inch long reminder of that fateful night on the side of my stomach. When I woke up, my mother and Dallas were beside the bed holding each of my hands. I asked them where I was, and they told me there had been an accident, and I was in the hospital. I tried my hardest to remember what had happened, but nothing. In fact, I couldnât remember anything from the entire month. My body had shut down due to the high levels of trauma it had endured, essentially giving it 2 days to rest - all the while, short term memory loss of the past month had kicked in leaving me with no answers as to why I looked and felt the way I did.Â
The next 2 weeks were the roughest of my life. I was recovering in the hospital, the doctors kept me there to monitor me, and make sure I was recovering smoothly. During that 2 week stay, my mother would not give me my phone, and I did not know why. After a heated argument that was causing my heart rate to spike, she sat me down and explained what had happened.Â
The music in the truck that night was too loud, we were driving too fast for any sort of collision to be avoided, and everyone present was out of their minds on numerous substances. By the time I had jumped out of the truck, it was too late. The truck had smashed head on into a semi truck who was transporting cargo across the country. The crash happened in front of the SUV as the truck had already passed it, and the collision caused the SUV to swerve out of the way, hitting a couple of the large trees that lined the highway. Everyone in both cars died, and I was the soul survivor barely making it out myself.Â
After I got released from the hospital, I was more lost than I had ever been. I was in complete denial from the whole situation, I basically turned off every ounce of my humanity. In some respect, this wasnât a bad thing though. I never gave myself the opportunity to actually feel anything from the accident, or grieve from what had happened - who knows what would have happened if I did. My friends who died that night, were they my greatest friends in the world? No. But why did I survive. What gives me the right to be the one that gets to go on and live a life, while they all rest in the Bridgeport cemetery. It wasnât necessarily sadness that I felt, it was survivors guilt. It was numbness. I Still, couldnât remember the events of that night - a few flash backs, and that was it. I would never know if there was something I could have done to prevent the deaths of nine people, I would never know if it was somehow my fault, and I would never get to see the kinds of people they would have become. I would never know why I was the one, above the other nine, who was chosen to survive. I had to wake up every morning and ask myself; what would they have become In their lives and what in any capacity gave me the right to keep living.Â
As a protection mechanism as well as a coping mechanism, I basically shut everyone and everything out. I put myself into this shell, that no one could get through, to stop myself from feeling anything. I blurred out the guilt, and replaced it with emptiness.Â
I stayed in bed for the next month, healing - but also too numb to go outside into society. I slept as much as I could to waste away the day, and would only really get up to go to the bathroom. I stopped eating - no longer able to stomach food and only eating what was necessary for me to wake up and do it all again, the cycle of pain and depression I was consumed by. Dallas would come into my room every single day after school (by this time I would be awake) and tell me about every insignificant thing about his day. What he ate for lunch, who said what to who, what him and Sam did the night prior. When he first started doing this, I would just lay there - unresponsive and unenthused by his tactics. But in his true stubborn nature, even though Dallas could tell I didnât want to see him, he never stopped coming. He knew I needed an ounce of human connection, or he would lose me forever. Slowly I started showing more interest in his daily occurrences, and eventually I got to the point where hearing about what my brother ate for lunch was the most exiting part of my day. If it werenât for him, that void I had created in my own mind might have swallowed me up indefinitely, to the point of no return. But Dallas, my brother and fiercest friend, was there to save me.Â
I constructed my life after the accident, as though it had never happened. Everyone I knew, was dead. I had no other friends at school, and no one payed attention to my (now old) friend group so no one really knew the weird kid had ended up in that group anywats. No news reporting of the accident cited me by name, something I made sure of the day I woke up in the hospital. I gave a statement to the best of what I could remember to the police once I woke up, but I was never arrested or questioned any further since the accident, ultimately, was not my fault. No one in town, or in any surrounding towns (other than the parents of my friends who died) knew that I was involved in the accident - and I wanted to keep it that way.Â
That lasted all of one month, until Josh barged into my room.Â
He had been calling me and texting me, progressively, for the better part of a month and a half. Even though I found a new group of friends - Josh was still my best friend and we would check in on each other enough to know what was going on with the other. Our friendship took the back burner yes, but the core of our friendship was too strong to every truly end. So when I hadnât responded to him in a month and a half, he knew something was up.Â
âLass, why in the hell havenât youââ Josh started on as he entered my room, his eyes eventually gazing down to me, in bed, a crop top and shorts on. I was laying down on my back reading a book - stomach exposed. A.K.A, the five inch, bright purple scar that was lined with marks of stitches, exposed in plain sight. His eyes widened as he slowly approached me. I looked over at him, my eyes initially shocked to see him. But who was I kidding, of course Josh would come sooner or later. I closed my book, and slowly sat up - still wincing at the pain of my fragile body. He looked as though heâd just seen a puppy being murdered. âWhat-what the fuck happened lass?â He said, his voice cracking through his emotion. I sighed, trying to figure out if I wanted to make up some bullshit lie, something that would suffice for Joshâs question, but keep him in the dark from the truth - keep up the act Iâve been playing for months.Â
I canât lie to Josh. He is my best friend, he knows be better than almost anyone else in this world, I canât lie to him. After the moments long pause, I look up at him.Â
âI was in an accident.â
I broke down in his arms as he cradled me, letting out a cry that I had been holding in for months. I told him everything that I could remember about that night. He let out a few tears, I could feel them dripping onto my shoulder as he held me. We talked for the entire night. Josh was amazing. He was exactly what I needed. I made him promise that he would keep up his end of the charade, being one of three people who knew the truth. Without a moments hesitation, he agreed, giving me the exact satisfaction I needed as I was panicking, afraid he would tell someone, and everyone would know.Â
Josh kept his promise, and never told anyone. We started to hang out again - every day. He was afraid his presence, after what had happened to me, would be too much too soon (Him being the kindest and most thoughtful person - ever) but he has no idea how he saved me. Him and Dallas, are the reason I am okay today, if that is what I am.Â
I transferred to another high school, one a little further away. I was afraid that people would start to connect the dots if I returned, and figure out the secret I was hiding - but transferring solved that issue as I was now just the new girl. As far as everyone at my old school was concerned, I had simply transferred, end of story. This is when I met Mara. She was very cool. Not necessarily popular, but friends with the popular kids I suppose. She sat around 5â3, short brown hair and great style. She was a good girl, and came from a good family. She and I enjoyed the all same things and basically became each others other half overnight. She loved music just as much as I do, and coincidentally she played bass.Â
It was during these first few weeks at my new high school that I was struggling to reintroduce myself to society. With the exception of Mara, I would live my life as if I was a chicken with its head cut off, trying to find a sliver of sense in the world I was living in when nothing in reality sense to me. I basically wrote off school, having too much going on in my head to be bothered with something that seemed so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. The only thing I could do that would distract me, was play guitar. Iy was my singular healthy distraction that I could pour my pain into. I was already quite good, very knowledgeable in music, but after the accident it was the only thing I could put my energy into that made me operate like that of a somewhat normal human being. It was the only thing I could focus on, and the only things that motivated me enough to actually work towards something, given the train wreck that my life had become.Â
I had the idea, at 16, to start a band. The thought fuelled me. The thought of combining the one thing in the world I was best at, and doing it along with Mara, seemed like a perfect idea. So I would be the guitar player, Mara on bass, Dallas on drums as he had been playing practically his whole life and was itching to be in a band the way Sam was in a band, all I needed was to find a singer. Thats when Mara introduced me to Grayson Scott.Â
Grayson was one of Maraâs long time friends. He was tall, had dirty blonde long hair (almost exactly like Kurt Cobainâs) and had the vocal pipes of a God. His voice was a mix between Layne Staleyâs and Eric Claptonâs, he had an incredible range where he could sing effortlessly in the lower octaves but could project like no other in the higher octaves as well, with a rasp and tone that could bring you to your knees. Quite frankly, I was surprised another band hadnât snatched him up sooner. He did plan on being a musician, but when I asked him why he wasnât already in a band he said he hadnât found one that had peaked his interest yet.Â
Not long after, Me, Dallas, Mara and Grayson did our first practice. We covered Layla by Eric Clapton, a song we all knew and loved, and its safe to say we all did a double take after recognizing the sheer talent displayed amongst us all, knowing that this was it.Â
The four of us had all become incredibly close friends, and would practice every day after school in our garage. We started from the bottom, playing tons of gigs until our name was known around the Michigan area. Not long after, we wrote our first album and started touring in states around Michigan, small dive bars and local festivals. School, inevitably took the back seat as we had realized that this is what we all would most likely spend the rest of our lives doing. Me and Josh remained the best of friends, finding time for each other whenever we could fit it into our schedules - something that became increasingly difficult as he embarked on his journey as the (incredulously talented) singer of Greta Van Fleet, and me as the guitarist of Icarus Causus. We understood the intensity of our schedules, and even though we didnât see each other as much as we used to - it never affected the depth of our friendship. Me and Josh had the type of friendship where we could go a decade without speaking to each other, and would still remain the exact same friends, time spent apart equating to nothing in the weave of our close bond.Â
Itâs been 4 years since the accident, I am now 20, Dallas is 18. We have toured most of the states, and some incredible places in Europe. I still donât talk about the accident, the only people that know remain my mother, Dallas, Josh, Mara, and Grayson. Ive been better since the accident. I can function as human being in society again. However the accident permanently changed something within me, something that no one will ever be able to fix. The once, very happy little girl who always held a smile on her face, grinning from ear to ear and was full of love and light, is now a fraction of that person. Someone who no longer smiles easily, someone who keeps to herself with the exception of those closest to her, and someone who keeps everyone around her in tight supervision, making sure no one gets too close. Making sure, with the exception of her only true love - her guitar, she never finds love as the nine people who died on that fateful night in September all those years ago, will never be able to either.Â
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[Jakeâs POV]Â
I walked through the door at 11:30 AM, smelling like I had been trapped in a distillery for a month and feeling like I had gone to hell and back. My head, throbbing - and then throbbing some more. I dragged my feet into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and practically falling into one of the dining room chairs. As I unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to my lips, I realized that I in fact had not come back from hell, but that satan himself was standing in front of me. Same difference. âSam, I am not in the mood.â I say to my younger brother who is carrying this look on his face, as if he had just walked by a homeless person. âHoly fuck dude, you smell like a homeless person.â Sam said. Great.Â
âSam, iâm not kidding, fuck off.â I said, completely unenthused. âAnyways, there was something I wanted to run by you-â He said, completely disregarding anything I had just said. He carried on before I could get a word in. âSo⊠weâve got about a month before weâve gotta hit the road again, and me and Dallas were thinking itâs a good idea to spend a month at the cabins with Icarus and write. Itâll be FuUuUuUnNnNâŠâ he says, his eyebrows moving up and down on his face, and his lips sporting a wide smile. âFirst of all, whatever the fuck you just did with your face⊠donât ever do it again. Secondly⊠No. Im not gonna waste our important time off⊠which needs to be spent actually writing⊠on you having some stupid fuckinâ bro-vacation with Dallas and leaving it to us to pick up your fuckinâ slack. Not happening.â I reply, as I watch Samâs once exited face turn to one of disappointment. A smile then appears on his face as he looks to my shirt. âUsually after you screw random whores youâre in a much better mood than this. What happened Jakey, she charge you too much this time? You didnât get a good bang for your buck?â Sam said, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and insinuating that mine was on inside out. Of course, that stupid. ugly. punchable face coming back into view. Samâs face, essentially. âSam, I highly suggest⊠you get the FUCK OUT before I replace your ass with a better bass player, and you can go back to FUCKINâ HIGH SCHOOL where you clearly belong.â I spat at him, fuming, as he walked away laughing to himself. âYou know, Venus who walks the corners in Bridgeport would love to turn that frown UPSIDE DOWN JAKEY!â Sam yells as he runs outside, the shoe I threw at him hitting the inside if the door with a loud thud. I can hear him laughing his ass off as he gets into the truck and drives off, clearly pleased with his âon-the-spot critical thinking skillsâ.Â
He thinks we're gonna go to our cabins with fucking Icarus and write music?! Fuck no. I threw the now empty bottle of water in the garbage and went upstairs to have a shower.Â
Once I had showered and put on a fresh pair of underwear (given the utter war the ones from last night had endured), I fell into bed absolutely exhausted, going right to sleep.Â
A few hours later, I was rudely awoken by curly headed twin, who was opening my blacked-out curtains and speaking far too loudly for my comfort.Â
âAwaken my dear brother, we have important matter to discuss.â Josh says in his classic chipper attitude, clearly still in tact, as I shield my eyes from the light that is now penetrating my retinas to the point of pain. âI trust baby sam has filled you in on his and Dallasâ genius plan.â Josh adds. My face falters as I cringe as this notion. âGenius plan. Ha. More like Woodstock 99â waiting to resurface.â I let out a sigh. âSam - as intolerable as he can be, is manageable without Dallas. With Dallas? Absolutely not Josh. Itâs out of the fuckinâ question. Not to mention, youâre just gonna go hang out with your little girlfriend, the average-fuckinâ-guitarist the whole time.â I snare in his direction. Joshâs expression, no longer chipper - nor happy with my response what so ever. âJake. Where do I even begin.â He says, a mixture of anger and unpleasantness in his tone. âFirst of all, a little fun wouldnât fucking kill you, asshole. We all have to deal with the misery that is Jake Kiszka day in and day out so if Sam wants to experience a little happiness with his best friend on his month off, he is more than entitled to do so. Second - its a good. fucking. Idea Jake, and you know it. Greta is doing amazing, Icarus is doing amazing, if we helped each other out and inspired each other⊠it would do nothing but help us. We could write the best shit of our lives. And third - you know damn well Lassieâs not my girlfriend, never has been, never will be, oh - and might even be a better guitar player than you. Stop deflecting from the fact that you like her.â Josh says. A smile suddenly graces my lips at the absurdity of his statement. âHa. Alaska, a better guitar player than me. She fucking wishes Josh. And what the fuck kind of band name is Icarus Casus anyways? Bad band name, bad guitarist.â I spit back at him, looking directly into his eyes as my sentence sinks into this skin. Josh just stood there - hand on his hip while looking at the floor, his fingers grazing his chin as what I said clearly hit a nerve. Geez Josh, did I offend you or your precious Alaska? Oh, grow a pair. âI yearn for the day Jake, where you learn how to be a decent human being for once in your fucking life. I mean honestly, do you ever hear yourself? What the fuck happened to you. You used to be kind. We used to be each others best friends - and I honestly donât recognize the person youâve become - nor does anyone like him. I know youâve been going through shit Jake, the drinking and the women will attest to that, but honestly - get your shit together.â Josh said, âAnd one more thing. In the years Alaska and I have been best friends, you have never once spoken a word to her. You donât know anything about her Jake. You have no right to talk about her, much less judge her when youâve never even spoken as much as a word to her. If by some miracle you got over yourself, for a mere second, you might actually find that you two are more alike than we are Jake. Even more than the twin brother you hate so much.â He finished, turning on his heels as he walked out of my room. He was upset, I could tell. âFUCK!â I yelled to myself as I slammed my fist into the wall besides me, a gaping hole now in its place, and a force that was bound to leave my fist purple by the next morning. Why did I have to be such a dick all the time? I sat on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. I know everything Josh said was true. That I was an absolute asshole of a human being. That Alaska, was a fuckin brilliant guitarist and that I had never actually spoken to her. That writing with Icarus over the course of a month would undoubtably be beneficial to the band. But I would never admit to that. Iâve grown comfortable in the shell Iâve cast around myself, confident in my abilities to keep people away, and by proxy - my ability to keep myself from feeling anything whatsoever. Does being an asshole to the people I care about make me happy? No. But am I willing to do it to keep myself from getting hurt? Clearly it hasnât stopped me thus far.Â
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I started Greta Van Fleet because of my love for music. Growing up, my father was my biggest inspiration and fiercest supporter, instilling nothing but amazing music into me and my brothers, forming the foundation of the life we live today. We lived and breathed for music. It was always a dream of my fathers, to be in a band. He played almost every musical instrument there is to play. Guitar, drums, bass, you name it. Not to mention, he is the best harmonica player I have ever heard.Â
[JANUARY 25th, 2012]
I was fifteen at the time. My father was driving home one night from Saginaw. He was attending some chemistry event held by whatever board he worked for. He had just passed through Bridgeport, and was only about 10 minutes away from home.Â
There Is one particular spot on the highway from Bridgeport to Frankenmuth, known as âDeathâs Bendâ. Itâs an area of the road that is particularly dangerous, especially if youâre driving at night. The road turns into a giant hill, once you come to the other side of this hill there is a sharp turn. Cars driving East canât see any oncoming traffic, and if there is anyone driving in the other lane who strays even the slightest bit from their lane - the odds of two cars crashing gets amplified by a hundred. Not to mention, the large oak trees that line either sides of the highway making it even more dangerous, as there is no safety blanket if you crash. You wonât just be rolling into a field, you will be meeting your fate, head on into a tree.Â
This is exactly what happened to my Dad that night. He was coming up to âDeaths Bendâ, and couldnât see the car on the other side. The driver who was approaching my father, was drunk - swerving in and out of both lanes, whilst heavily speeding. As soon as my father made the turn - they crashed into each other. Both drivers died upon impact, and before I knew it, my father became nothing more than another soul that âDeathâs Bendâ would claim. Whenever people would talk about him around town, his name was always strung into a sentence with the words âDeathâs Bendâ. Realistically, car crashes were so common on that road, even a few months before his death - nine teenagers from Bridgeport were killed. I heard one survived, but no one knows who it was.
When my father died, I lost the most vibrant and special parts of myself. With his death, came depression. Anger. Sadness. So many different feelings that were circulating in my head all at once, they all blurred into one. Numbness.Â
I stopped doing anything related to school, as I simply couldnât be bothered. It seemed like such a stupid thing to try and focus on, when the very word âfocusâ didnât exist to me. Hell, I stopped going to school all together. As I failed class after class, my privileges to be on any sort of athletic team were revoked. I would sleep all day, and watch TV all night. I didnât touch my guitar for an entire year, the Cherry Red Gibson sat in the corner of my room collecting dust. Even looking at the thing made my stomach churn.Â
Eventually, my mom made me go back to school. She understood that I was taking my fathers death harder than any of my other siblings, who had taken a mere month to grieve our father, and seemingly moved on. But she told me I couldnât waste my life away any longer, and that I had to return to school. I missed a few months, and would have had to repeat a few classes - the weight of this on top of everything else made me even less inclined to return. When I did, I didnât bother rejoining the athletic teams, I didnât bother to be the centre of attention that I once was. My momâs attempt to re-introduce me as a functioning member of society did not quite go as planned. Every day I went to school, I would notice more and more of just how much I had lost. My father. My reputation, and along with it all of my friends - who were now leading Frankenmuth Highâs soccer team to victory in the state championships. My love for guitar. It was all slipping through my fingers more and more with each waking day.Â
One particular day, during lunch at school I decided to go sit in the music room. Our school didnât have a big music department, and most of the kids in this small town listened to pop so the love for music I had was not a widely reciprocated notion - leaving the music room empty every day. I just wanted some privacy, I was tired of the pitiful eyes following my every move as I walked down the halls, and didnât want to sit in the cafeteria where I would be subject to more stupid glances from people I didnât care to know. In that music room, my eyes trailed through the rack of different guitars they had on display. A few Strats, some acoustics, and one epiphany - modelled identically to my Gibson (as Gibson owned Epiphone, essentially making Strats Squire version of Les Pauls). I put my stuff down, and sat on the stool. I picked up the beautiful instrument, placing it on my lap. It felt very strange to have my arms around a guitar again, to be so close to something I once loved so much. I took a long pause, memories rushing through my head as I held this object, a pure conduit to my father.Â
[FLASHBACK, JAKE, TWO SUMMERS AGO]
âHey kiddo. Youâre sounding really good on that thing. Making some real progress with her.â My father said, as he stood at the opening of our garage. I was sitting on a stool, no shirt on as sweat dripped off of my chest from the scorching mid summer Michigan heat. âThanks Dad, Ya think?â I asked, looking up towards him. âIve listened to a lot of stuff in my life son, seen a lot of players and been around a lot of music. At the rate youâre going, you're gonna have lapped Hendrix by the time youâre 30.â He said down in my direction, smiling. âI donât know about that Dad.â I said, returning his smile with one of my own. âOh I do know kiddo. You keep going the rate you are now - youâre gonna be one of the greats Jake. Trust me.â He said. In the distance behind my father, I could make out the rumbling engine of that old and clunky Chevy truck that found its way up my driveway every day. Alaska. As she strolled up the driveway, Dallas got out of the car - running for the house before the car could even come to a complete stop. It was a funny sight, my dad laughing at his level of determination. But I was not laughing. No way. I was watching Alaska. As she put her truck into park, took the keys out of the ignition, and got out of the car. Damn was she beautiful. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band. Fuck Yeah. Her long, straight, dark brown hair that nearly reached her hips swayed from one side to the other. âHey Kelly!â She said to my father, him replying with âHey Sweetieâ, a wave, and the warm smiles my father was famous for. She walked from one end of the driveway all the way to my front door, my eyes walked with her.Â
âJake. Jake you there?â My dad said laughing in my direction, as he snapped me out of the Alaska-trans-like-state I was stuck in. âTell me Jake-â my dad said, his serious âlets talk sonâ demeanour coming into play. Oh god, here it comes. âWhy havenât you talked to her? She is here every damn day.â My dad says. There it is. âCause weâre not friendsâŠâ I replied to him, a smug look resting on my face as I try to look occupied. âBut you like her, donât you.â He adds, his eyebrows lifting and a slight smile adjourning his face. That was said as more of a statement, rather than a question. Shit. Why did I have to be so transparent? Itâs not like anything would ever happen between me and Alaska. She was this beautiful, smart, intelligent and way-out-of-my-league girl, I was this stupid jock who did shit in school. Not to mention, she is best-friends with my brother. If I was him, I would be looking at her the same way - and quite frankly iâm not quite convinced he isnât. I wish I could talk to Alaska, I wish she would come to our house every day to see me, not my weird curly headed twin. But I didnât say that. Instead I said âGod Dad, no. I donât like Alaska.â My father looked at me, or looked through me I should say. âOkay son, whatever you think. All I can tell you, is that is the exact same way I would look at your mother before we started dating. Hell, I still look at your mother that way. Just some food for thought Jake.â He said, as he exited the garage, leaving me with my guitar.Â
Annoyance washed over me as I looked around - slightly embarrassed my first crush had just been exposed. There was no way in hell I would ever get that girl, she is way to damn good for me.Â
[END OF FLASHBACK]
I sat there, the guitar in my hands, as I tried to get that memory out of my head. I knew what I needed to do. Just strum the damn thing Jake, itâs really not that complicated, youâve done it a million times before. I took a deep breath and slowly strummed the out-of-tune guitar, its weird and wonky tones making me sombrely smile. I know itâs been a while Dad. I know.Â
After that day in the music room, I started playing again. Every day during lunch, every day after school. It was nice to have one thing in my life that I was good at, something that didnât judge me or look at me with sorrow-filled-eyes. I fully embraced guitar as if it was my lifeline - it was quite literally the only think that was keeping my days from going to complete waste. Sometime not long after, I had formed Greta Van Fleet. My brothers were more than happy to be in the band, I think they saw what it meant to me. I also think they knew this was my only chance to do something with my life, as my grades werenât going to get me anywhere anytime soon, and it was the one thing that (sort of) brought me out of the intense depressive like state I was stuck in. I was a little more human this way.Â
Did guitar bring me out of the hole I was in? Yes. But was I the same Jake I was before? No, and I never would be again. Something so deep, so crucial and so lasting had cut through my heart the day my father died, something no one would ever be able to fix. I became a completely different person after, I was an absolute asshole to everyone around me. Especially Josh. I often find myself getting upset at the way I treat him, he is my twin at the end of the day and I am one shitty excuse for a brother. I kept to myself most days, never smiled, never showed an ounce of happiness, and in fact showed the opposite; the Jake people probably remember from high-school, the bad twin. The twin who would bump into people in the halls ways and laugh, the twin who would swear and act out towards teachers, the twin who was simply an asshole. As the next 2 years of high school would follow, I started attending parties - which means two things. Girls, and alcohol. Something that started as a one time thing - me, drunk on a Saturday night and losing my virginity in the woods to some chick from a few towns over, turned into a weekly occurrence. I never understood the concept of an alcoholic, I always thought the notion was quite stupid. If someones an alcoholic, just stop drinking. Problem solved, I would think to my younger and simpler self.But the alcohol became a weekly necessity, making me run through women like a track star, and making my already-bad anger issues worse than theyâd ever been. I knew it was a problem, but I when I looked at the opportunities I was working towards; the place I was in with the band, I always told myself that where I am now is much better than where I was when my father died.
He died 5 years ago. Greta Van Fleet is doing better than ever. We are still a smaller band, havenât headlined any massive tours yet, but that was coming sooner rather than later, I felt. My drinking problems were still prominent in my life today, if not worse than ever.Â
I felt bad for how I spoke to Josh this morning, he didnât deserve the level of disregard I gave him. I sat in my bed for the better part of an hour, thinking over this plan to go to the cabins. I ultimately decided that it wouldnât be the end of the world, one month to write (or to drink) I thought to myself. I got out my phone to text Josh.Â
Jake, 4:00: Fine, we can go to the cabins with them. Make the arrangements.
Josh, 4:04: Great! This will be good for us, I promise. Iâll text Sam and let him know.
I put my phone on my night table, and leaned back into bed - arms laying across my forehead. I wonder what sheâs like now. I havenât seen her in years.Â
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[Alaskaâs POV]
After Dallas had barged into my room at the ass crack of dawn to tell he his and Samâs plan, Iâd fallen back asleep. A few hours later and a second shot at waking up peacefully might I add, I laid in my bed - arms laying flat against my forehead. His idea, wasnât bad. It would be good for Dallas to spend some time with Sam, hell, I would love to spend a whole month with Josh. I got up, put a pair of shorts on over my black lace underwear, and headed outside for a smoke. As I sat on the porch of our house, ribbons of smoke leaving my lips, I deliberated the whole plan and decided it was fine. I got out my phone to call my brother.Â
âHey Dalââwhere are you?â I said, hearing the sounds of his and Samâs laughter echo in what I assumed was a truck. It was nice to hear him laugh like that with his best friend, he sounded happy. âMe and Sam got kicked out of the diner, we were in there for like 3 hours and were holding up their table apparently. Given any thought to my question earlier?â He asked. âYeah, I guess it's fine for us to go. I donât see a reason why not.â I said into the phone. A roar of âYEAHâs and âLETS GO MANâs were let out from the other side of the phone, as I heard them dab each other up. Typical boys I thought, as I laughed and took a drag of my cigarette. âHey Lassie-â I heard Sam say from over the phone, âJake was suuuuper pissed about it when I told him this morning, but Josh must have talked to him cause Josh texted me a while ago and said that Jake okayed it. So weâre all good to go, you should call Josh so you guys can arrange everything.â Sam finished. Jake was super pissed? Why? Does he seriously look at me in the same nerdy and weird way he did when we were in high school? I mean, how immature can a person be. Annoyed and confused, I let Dallas go and told him to drive safe. âAlways Lass, I love you.â He responded, before hanging up. I smile every time my brother says that to me, âAlways Lass, I love youâ. Him watching me go through everything I went through after the accident made it a priority for him to always tell me he loves me and always reassuring me that heâs okay. Gosh, I love that kid to death.Â
The happiness however did not last long, as the thought of Jakes sudden disinterest to make the trip with us, made its way back into my thoughts. Did he really hate me that much? I know it was not for Dallasâ sake he would react like that, heâs always liked Dallas. And he doesnât know Mara or Grayson, so the only culpable reasoning behind his vulgar reaction leads to me. Why in the fuck did he hate me so much? What did I ever do to him, hell the man has never spoken as much as a word to me! I calmed down my thoughts, as I finished my cigarette - throwing it into the ashtray on the corner of one of the steps. I wonder what heâs like now. I havenât seen him in what seemed like a lifetime, I can still remember the fluttering he would bring to my stomach when I would see him around. Somehow - I clearly doubt that is the same Jake I will be met with. This Jake seems like even more of an asshole (if that were even possible), and I was intrigued to say the least.Â
I was agreeing to this plan for Dallas, and for the betterment of the band. Whether I had fun or not, was not all that important. Itâs only one month after all, it will be over before I know it.Â
But one thingâs for sure - this trip will be nothing if not interesting.Â
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