#manda mumbles

[hellcatrising]

I put off making this post for a while. I just couldn't bring myself to do it... Seeing everyone's messages and posts still makes me incredibly sad.

The Gazette has been a huge influence in my life ever since I found their music. I love every single one of them so much, and the news about Reita killed me. I was shocked and incredibly sad to hear about it.

I hope the family is finding peace and I hope the other members are too.

I know it won't be the same going forward, and Reita will be deeply missed.

I hope he's out there with Hide and the others, watching over us and laughing with each other. I'd like to think he is anyways.

Rest in peace, Reita, and know you were and still are loved by so many, and you will be missed. I promise if I get to see the Gazette again, one day I'll raise a glass and drink for you there.

ありがとう。

[hellcatrising]

I have one kink and it's meant to be felt.

I have one kink and it's not a good idea.

[staarboyyy]

quiet morning

amanda young x gender neutral reader

18+ scenarios / characters - minors dni

tags / warnings ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing

summary ; amanda insists you both sleep in.

word count ; 930

a/n; gets just a liittle spicy near the end, thank you all for your support !! <3

Amanda groaned dramatically as you managed to pry yourself free from her long constricting arms. "Just a few more minutes," She mumbled into her pillow, legs pulled to her chest while you looked down at her with a small smile. Your's fingers began to thread through her messy hair as you stood by the bed, Amanda managing to bundle herself in the blankets to ward off the vile cold. Her hand poked out from the fabric, digits gently wrapping around your wrist.

"I could just pull you in, y'know..." She grumbled haphazardly, tugging slightly to coerce you back into bed.

"I'd like to see you tr-"

Almost immediately, the words were cut off by a loud cackle as your body was thrown off balance by a single hard yank. You scrambled blindly around the sheets, trying to stand once more, but Amanda's arms were the first to meet you, pulling you tightly to her chest. Your heart thrummed against her forearms as she rested her chin on your shoulder, now caging you in the warmth of the blankets and her abstractly long limbs. You wiggled around her grasp to face her, still grinning as your own hands met her face, leaning in to meet her wry eyes and small smile.

"We have things to do, 'Manda."

You mumbled, bumping your forehead against hers gently. You felt her shrug slightly, your thumbs coasting over her pronounced cheekbones as you sighed, shaking your head. Warm comfortable silence meeting you both, your eyes settling shut, still holding eachothers body with reverberating devotion.

"Stay."

Amanda breathes the word, lifting her head to press cool lips against youe warm forehead. You hummed at this, moving your arms to wrap over her long torso with a contented sigh. Her cold hands met one of your thighs, goosebumps gardening over your skin in response; With ease she slid your leg to also wrap over her body, the weight comforting her in an odd manner. You had been absolutely tangled in the morning air, Amanda's fingers gently pressing small patterns into your shoulder as you reveled in the odd tenderness of her you so rarely got to see.

"You wanna get some more sleep?"

Your eyebrows furrowed at her question, eyes focusing on the girl you now wrapped around her. Her arms snaked over your torso, pulling you to her as she sighed, closed eyes opening just enough to catch your questioning gaze. Your fingers messily combed through the loose dark whisps from Amamda's tied up hair, your free hand holding the weight of your chin with a propped up elbow.

"Hoffman isn't showing up today; John said we could use time together," She adds, making your still expression curve into a satisfied one. Her voice came in a low rippling wave, curtained by the sheen morning haze.

Amanda’s hands rubbed over your back, eyes shutting as she basked underneath your warmth and weight. You let your elbows bend, casting your head back onto her chest, fingertips gently fiddling with the fabric of her loose sweatshirt. A soft grey cotton, worn and only able to reach her navel, her jutting hip bones and exposed light happy trail blanketed by loose pajama pants. You paused suddenly when your foot hit hers.

"You sleep with socks on?" You demanded in a whisper, leaning into her face.

For a moment, a confused quirk of Amanda's brow appeared, eyes still closed, but then melted into an amused one. Your hands met the collar of her sweater.

"Yes or no, be honest," Her slow silent laughter grew underneath you, building in her ribs. She hesitantly shook her head no with a pursed smile, making you jump up and swim amongst the ocean of fabrics that swaddled both of you. You pointed hard at her ankles, exposing mismatched black socks. You straddled her, arm extended back in an accusatory stance, eyes glaring down at the other. Amanda's quiet whispers of chuckles now grew to be an audible laugh, throwing you off slightly. It was rare to hear her express such things, and a suprised smile pushed at the corners of your lips. The odd domestic comfortability was something you had both taken fair time to adjust to, yet being able to see and hear truly how content Amanda was in this moment, was a rarity unlike any other. Her hands slid over your thighs, fingertips passing the hem of your shorts with a tilted grin.

"You're gonna judge me for sleeping with socks on?"

"Not judging."

"I can see you judging," Amanda demanded with another drawn out laugh, exhaling from her nostrils as her hands slid up more. Her fingers now teased the legs of your underwear, thumb gently hooking into one of them to keep you positioned on top of her; In truth, she couldn't get enough of this angle.

"You - Uh, know I do it with the best ... Intentions," Your voice faltered as her cold invasive hands became more apparent on your feverent skin. She had to be doing this on purpose, or atleast be aware of the effect her rougher touch had on you - The slightly smug expression she had gave it away.

"Am I making you nervous?" Amanda didn't miss a beat to respond to your hushed voice, her half lidded eyes barreling into yours with a nearly challenging glint.

"Would it be bad to admit that you are?"

This sparked more laughter from the woman, shaking her head as her colder hands slid over your warm legs.

"No, no... I like knowing how flustered I can make you,"

[harrywavycurly]

Fake Husband Eddie Munson AU Part 3: Not Him

Part 1: here

Part 2: here

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A/N: I have one more little epilogue type update for this little story and really I’m so glad y’all enjoyed it and I hope you’re happy with the ending ✨

*Eddie just knows he’s not leaving until you forgive him*

“You’re such an idiot.” Eddie mumbles to himself as he rushes up the steps of your front porch. “God how the fuck do I fix this?” He asks himself as he runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. “Just tell her the truth.” He whispers as he reaches into the pocket of his work overalls and pulls out the skull ring the bartender tossed at him.

“What exactly is the truth Eddie?” You watch him jump at the sound of your voice and you have to hold back from laughing because he nearly dropped the ring that he held in the palm of his hand. You stand up from your rocking chair so you can lean against the railing crossing your arms over your chest. Eddie turns his body so he’s facing you and he feels his heart drop when he sees your eyes are glossy and red letting him know you had been crying and it was all because of him.

“I’m so sorry.” You roll your eyes as Eddie takes a small step towards you. “I don’t even know how it happened.” Eddie tries to find the words to explain himself but he’s coming up short as he rubs at the back of his neck.

“I can tell you exactly how it happened.” Your voice is harsh as you stare Eddie right in the eyes as you stand up straight and take a step towards him all of a sudden making your front porch feel extremely small. “You got so caught up in whatever you were doing at work that you forgot about me.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way your voice cracks a bit as you speak making him look down at his feet because looking at you when you’re on the verge of tears is too much for him. “Wanna know how I know that? Because this isn’t the first time someone’s forgotten about me because something more important came up …so please tell me Eddie…what was it that got you so distracted?” You watch him lift his head up but instead of looking at you he turns his head so he’s look in the direction of his van that’s parked in your driveway.

“A minivan.” You almost don’t hear him due to his voice being almost a whisper. You just nod your head as you let out a scoff making Eddie look at you and the way your porch light glows he’s able to see a few tears escape your eyes.

“A minivan? Really?” Eddie tries to close the space between the two of you but you’re quick to take a few steps backwards away from him. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this again.” You watch Eddie reach his hand out for you but you just shake your head and cross your arms over your chest.

“Do what?” He asks as he watches you look down at your feet.

“Be with someone who doesn’t care about me or…have time for me.” Eddie feels like his heart is about to break into a million pieces because he knows who you’re comparing him to and it kills him because he knows just how poorly Jason treated you and he doesn’t ever want you to think he’s anything like him.

“I do care about you and I absolutely have time for you.” Eddie needs you to hear him so he bends down so you’ll look him in the eyes. “I am so sorry sweetheart…I swear it won’t happen again…I’m not him okay? I had tonight circled on my calendar and everything.” You just let out a huff as you wipe your eyes.

“Yet you still didn’t show up.” Eddie knows he deserves this, it’s his fault he didn’t make sure he got off work in time to meet you at the Hideout by six, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less seeing you upset at him. “Just go home Eddie.” You whisper as you take a seat back in your rocking chair as you look down at your hands in your lap.

“No.” Is all he says before he’s closing the distance between the two of you and dropping to his knees right in front of you and picking up your right hand in his so he can place his skull ring back on your ring finger. “I’m not going anywhere…call Hopper if you want but I’m not leaving.” You look from the ring to his eyes as he gives you a little smile. “I fucked up but I swear…it won’t happen again and honestly I’d be fine with proving that to you for the rest of our lives but…that seems like a little much to say considering we haven’t even had our first date yet.” You just shake your head as a soft laugh escapes you making Eddie smile.

“Whose fault is that huh?” Your voice is playful as you look back down at the ring on your finger.

“Oh it’s my fault…but I’m here now so…what do you say? Will you let me take you somewhere?” You can hear how hopeful he is and you know in your heart he isn’t anything like Jason and he’d never hurt you intentionally.

“Okay.” Eddie smiles as he brings his hands up to cup your face. “Don’t make me regret this.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and Eddie just nods and leans in to place a kiss to your forehead.

“You won’t..I promise.” You smile as he kisses your cheeks. “Oh and one more thing.” You raise an eyebrow as he drops his hands from your face so he can grab your hand that has his ring on it. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to give this back to me.” He explains as he twirls the skull ring around on your finger a few times.

“Then I need you to stop being an asshole and never make me sit in a bar for two hours waiting for you ever again.” Eddie just nods his head as he places your hands back in your lap.

“Deal.” With that he leans in and places a kiss to your lips making you smile as he pulls away. “Now how about we go have ourselves a first date Mrs. Munson.” You just laugh as he stands up and reaches his hand out to help you out of your chair.

[varpusvaras]

It's a pretty afternoon on Coruscant, for once.

They are standing just at the entrance of the Jedi Temple, waiting for Wolffe to come out, and Fox is enjoying his moment of sunlight without having a barrier over his head, when there is something flying towards his head. In a snap, he has raised his hand and caught whatever it is.

"Nice catch!" Fox looks over to see Wolffe jogging towards them, with a small bag in his hand. He glances down at his own hand and to whatever he had just caught.

It's a fruit of some sort, round and with a very light and soft pink color.

"Souvenirs from General Koon", Wolffe says, opening the bag in his hand. "He called these Hallous and said we had to try them."

He starts to give everybody else a fruit from the bag as well. It's moments like these that Fox kind of wishes he also had a Jedi, who would call them all by their names and give out fruits and other treats. Fox isn't even sure when the last time was that he actually ate fresh food.

Everybody is taking a bite out of their fruits already, not bothering to wait until Fox gets his musings to an end. They all seem to enjoy it with smiles on their faces, so Fox takes a bite as well.

Fox hadn't thought before this that it could be possible for a food to punch him inside his mouth, but now he has to believe it. The fruit is spicy like those hot peppers in the stew that Thorn had bought in one of the first weeks of their posting, and it leaves a rough, tingling afterburn in Fox's mouth. The same afterburn follows the piece of fruit down his throat when he swallows, making him cough.

Cody, who is standing closest to him in their circle, reaches to pat him on his back.

"Don't choke", he says. "Wolffe probably doesn't want to go and tell General Koon that his fruit killed you."

Fox draws in a deep breath. He looks all of them over. Rex and Bly are still munching on on their fruits, with not one twitch in their expressions.

Fox's eyes are burning with gathering tears. He hurries to wipe them away.

Is his spice tolerance this bad? He hadn't thought so before, but...

Fox looks back at the fruit in his hands, then back at the others. They are almost done with theirs.

Fox is not going to give them any more reasons to make fun of him. They've been doing it lately more than enough, about everything they just possibly can. He takes a second bite and keeps his face still.

He's almost out of breath after the last bite, but he doesn't let it show. Thankfully nobody is pointing it out, too busy with heckling Bly at the moment because he just happened to accidentally call his General by her given name.

The burning feeling inside his mouth and throat don't leave him fully until the next day. He really, really needs to work on his spice tolerance.

---

"Oh, love", Breha is giving him a slightly concerned smile. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine", Fox manages to mumble, before he has to sneeze again. Thank Manda, he already had a tissue in his hands. His eyes and nose are burning.

Breha sighs.

"I should've made sure", she says. "You haven't really lived anywhere with this much...nature, before."

"You couldn't have known", Fox coughs. "And really, the Kaminoan's were supposed to engineer us without these kind of promblems."

"I don't think that's possible, with how many of you there are", Breha says. "Some things like this must've slipped, or happened during the gestation."

Possibly. Fox is not going to pretend that he understands anything about genetics.

Breha leaves for a moment, and Fox hears her move around the kitchenette area their living quarters have. She comes back with a steaming cup in her hands.

"The Hallous are in season in the Northern Hemisphere", she tells him, setting the cup in his hands. "They make a sweet tea blend infused with them, and it's good for your immune system."

Right. Fox guesses that something that spicy might as well burn all the nasty gunk in his airways away, so he takes a sip. He scrunches up his nose a bit from how much it burns, and Breha gives him another tissue, before getting up again.

She comes back a few minutes later with her own cup, and starts on her work while calmly sipping from it.

Fox is honestly impressed. He hadn't thought that Breha had much of a spice tolerance. Bail certainly doesn't have, and much of the traditional food of Alderaan is very mild and puts great emphasis on clean flavours. Oh, well, he learns something new every day. This all just now means that even his wife has a better spice tolerance than him by far.

He finishes his tea. It doesn't make him feel any better, as now his throat is even more scratchy than it was before. All it really does is making him even more tired, but he can't really sleep because of how hard it is to breathe.

He glances longingly out of the window. It's pretty out there, with gentle sunlight and green trees and everything in blossom, and he is allergic to all of it.

Fox grumples and closes his eyes.

---

Bail comes home the next week with a mild cold, and Fox watches him drink the tea like it's water. Alright, now this is really just embarrassing.

---

Fox tugs nervously at the collar of his suit. It's dark blue and goes together with what Breha and Bail are wearing, and he suddenly feels like he is out of his depth. Wearing the armor had given them all some sort of anonymity, even to him with his distinct paint job. It's probably going to take a while until Fox gets used to people looking at him, and looking at him without it.

It's also still strange to not be the one who is standing on guard, but to be the one who is guarded. Fox's job tonight is to stand there, look presentable, and not make a scene.

Things are still a bit...tense. There have been deglarations of peace and all that, but in many places, it still feels like one wrong move can light up everything again.

Fox can't help himself but to keep an eye out for everything that happens in the room. This is the first time after the War that Breha has travelled anywhere that is not in the Deep Core, and Fox is not going to stop himself from feeling protective of her. She is his wife, after all, and Fox has all the training necessary to keep her safe, if the situation demands it.

In the meanwhile, he tries to fullfill his primary job. Stand there, look presentable, and do not make a scene. He is still new to his position, so he is not yet expected to make some deep political statements.

Stand there, look presentable, and do not make a scene. He can do this.

Things are going well when they are served the first drinks of the evening.

"Here, Your Majesty", the server gives Breha a glass first, and then turns to Bail and Fox. "Your Highnesses. We do appreciate a lot of the same flavours as you in the Deep Core, and I think you will find this drink familiar. It's made with Hallous concentrate, to bring out the natural flavour powerfully and really make it the star of the drink."

"Thank you", Breha smiles brightly at them. "That sounds lovely."

Fox also thanks the server as he takes his glass, and does not show anything as their host gives out a speech and then a toast, and drinks with the rest of the guests. He manages to keep his face still by breathing deeply through his nose. All those years of training saving him in this moment, even if nothing what he learned while growing up was supposed to prepare him for a situation like this.

The drink is awful. Absolutely disgusting, if you ask Fox. It's so spicy that it stops tasting like anything at first, and then leaves a raw, bitter burn all the way down to his chest. His tongue feels immediately like it doesn't fit into his mouth properly anymore, pressing painfully against his back teeth. Fox really, really does not understand how every single person in the room can drink something like this and not automatically make even the slightlest of faces. Is this really just a thing he doesn't understand about people who were born into Royalty? Is it really just that much of an acquired taste, and him not liking it just shows that he really is just a nobody compared to them all?

Fox is proud of how well he managed to power through it, all of those things concidered. He tries to swallow a bit, to wash the taste out even a little, but he's barely getting his own spit down.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. It's not reaching his lungs properly, leaving him feel weirdly unsatisfied. He tries again. It's barely getting past his lips, which feel...oddly numb. Huh. Was the spice really hitting him that bad?

Then it hits him that he can't breathe.

Fox tries to swallow again. It gets stuck somewhere at the back of his throat, the same place where all the air is getting stuck as well, and he clears his throat a bit behind his hand. It helps a little, letting him get something down to his lungs, but Fox has been choked out before and he knows when it's not enough.

It's not enough.

Sateen is with them, and he is standing closest to Fox and Bail, with Breha's own bodyguards standing next to her, and Fox, in his rising panic, sees him turn towards him.

"Fox?" Sateen asks, keeping his voice low as he steps closer and carefully grabs Fox by the arm. "Are you alright?"

Fox tries to say no, but then there is white static taking over his eyes and he vaguely feels himself pitching forward-

-and he wakes up with something heavy on his face and a rush of cool air, and he gulps it up desperately. It enters his lungs with a deep, sweet relief, and then makes him cough.

There is a hand on his forehead, large and warm and familiar. Fox has the mind to open his eyes.

The first thing he sees is Bail's extremely concerned face above him, and then somebody else's as they lean closer to him.

"Deep breaths", they say, and Fox obeys. The more air he is getting in, the more aware he is becoming of his surroundings, and that is when he notices that there is a lot of commotion all around him.

He tries to look back up at Bail, to ask what is going on, but the other person telling him to breathe is really insistent of him doing just that and not talking, so Fox relents just for a moment longer.

He does glance around from the corner of his eyes, though. The whole room is in absolute chaos, with people shouting and screaming in a rising cacophony, and with multiple Guards in different uniforms trying to contain it all with seemingly very, very bad results.

The people leaning over him are talking something about oxygen levels and adrenaline and blood pressure and a lot more that Fox doesn't have the capacity to understand right now, so he just breathes.

He does feel a sense of disappointment in himself. His job had literally been just to stand there, look presentable and not cause a scene.

He isn't standing, most likely doesn't look presentable while lying on the floor, and this definitely counts as a scene.

Fox presses his eyes back shut. Just his luck.

---

Rex: I can't believe that you out of all of us managed to almost cause a full blown conflict because everybody thought you were poisoned, while you were just having an allergy attack

Rex: I thought that was a thing only Skywalker and General Kenobi were able to do

Fox: Shut up

Bly: No, no, really. You really couldn't tell that you were allergic to that stuff? You've seen all of us eat them with no problems!

Fox: You guys are all a bunch of weirdos, how was I supposed to know that you all didn't just enjoy eating shit like that?

Wolffe: Next time you see us eating something without problems while you are actively choking on it because it tastes like molten lava to you, please call us a bunch of weirdos out loud. That could save the Galaxy in the future, apparently

Fox: Cody, Ponds, they are bullying me. I almost died!

Ponds: and almost caused another conflict while doing so

Cody: Stop it, everyone. We're glad that you're okay, Fox'ika

Fox: Thank you. At least somebody here still loves me

Cody: BUT, there is a saying Obi-Wan used to say-

Fox shuts down his commlink at that point. Bail gives him a sympathetic look from the chair next to Fox's bed.

"Are they making fun of you?" He asks.

"Of course they are", Fox huffs, and then resists another urge to just reach to his back and scratch. "I almost died and I'm suffering and they're making fun of me."

Bail takes his hand gently to his.

"I'm not making fun of you", he says, with humour in his voice but enough soft love in his eyes that Fox lets it be for now.

"Thank you", Fox says, squeezing Bail's hand. Partly to show back affection, partly to stop himself from giving into the urge to scratch. "How long do I have left?"

Bail looks at his chrono.

"Another hour", he says. "I'm sorry. We just want to make sure this doesn't happen again."

"It's fine", Fox sighs. "I would rather it doesn't happen again, either, but why does testing for allergens take so long?"

"That, I do not know", Bail says. He then straightens up a bit to take a look at Fox's back.

Fox sees the grimace on his face, even though Bail tries his hardest to wipe it away quickly.

"I'm karked, aren't I?" Fox asks.

"Well, I wouldn't say so", Bail tries to smile placatingly at him. "I'm sure it's completely normal for it to look like that."

He, very wisely, understands to shut up after the next look Fox gives him.

[hellcatrising]

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Amanda young x fem! Reader

Content Warning . face riding, teasing, mommy kink

Amanda, ever the impatient, has decided to run her hands over you the moment that John leaves the jigsaw apprentice workshop. Her long red hair is soft in your hands as she presses your body against a metal table; never the gentle lover, she nips at your bottom lip with her teeth. She tastes like metal and strawberry chapstick and she’s making you dizzy with it, her legs slotting between yours to rub against your aching clit. You mewl, grinding against her to obtain friction.

“‘Manda,” you whine, your bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

She knows exactly what you’re asking for; you’ve been together long enough that she knows your thoughts in and out. She laughs, her fingers reaching down to press against your swollen button. Your eyes roll back at the simple touch, throwing your head back as the strap of your pink latex dress falls down past your shoulder. Amanda nips at your jugular with her tongue.

“My fingers, sweetheart?” She asks, though she already knows the answer. “You want my fingers inside your wet little cunt?”

You nod eagerly, adjusting yourself so your ass is placed on the table. Your knee sock clad feet bump against the side of the metal, and you let out a tiny squeak when Amanda grabs your hair in her hands.

“I want you to beg.”

Her voice is dark, a monotone of that sweet lilt you know so well, and you can feel heat creeping up your spine as you look at her with wide eyes.

“Please,” you manage to let out. “Please, mommy, please stick your fingers inside my pussy. ‘M so…” you hiccup, the arousal and subspace getting to you as you attempt to grind your poor little pussy against the table beneath you. “‘M so horny… I need you. It h-hurts, Mandy.”

Pouting—maybe mocking you, maybe genuine, you don’t know— Amanda coos to you as you squirm in front of her.

“Oh, sweet girl, I know. Cmon, why don’t you show mommy those pretty tits first? Then maybe I’ll think about it.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes, a cry bubbling from your throat at her teasing. You’re always so sensitive for her.

You move the straps of your dress down, your puffy nipples popping out of the fabric when you drag it down past them. Plump and pretty, Amanda doesn’t think she’s ever seen such cute tits.

You look up at her, biting your lip with doe eyes.

“Like that?” You ask softly.

The older woman lets out a breath of air, her own pussy clenching at the sight of her girlfriend’s beautiful body.

“Just like that, sweetie. Gonna play with them for me? Got mommy so wet just looking at them.”

You nod, the allowance of any type of stimulation making you giddy. You run your fingers over your nipples, the small peaks hard under your palms. You pinch them, rub them between your two small fingers. And then you use your full palm to grip your breasts harshly. The stimulation makes you moan, your tongue lolling out at the feeling of it. Amanda leans down to slide her tongue against your now revealed one, licking up your saliva. She moves your hands away from your chest and spits down on the valley in between your breasts. You moan at that, your pussy becoming incredibly hot as you feel her warm spit land on your skin.

“Nice and wet,” Amanda groans, reaching down to rub her aching pussy through her pants. “Cmon, rub it on those slutty tits. Be a good girl.”

Your fingers smooth out the saliva all over your tits, looking at Amanda with glazed eyes, practically begging for your cunt to be touched or to touch hers. She smiles, her thumb rubbing over her own cunt, and suddenly you desperately want to taste her.

“Want you to ride my face,” you mumble sweetly to her. “Please mommy?”

And god, the woman can’t resist that. Watching her begin to undo her belt, your mouth practically waters. A soft blush coats her cheeks as she pulls down her cargos and her underwear. She steps out of it, and you make room on the table so you can lay down. She hovers over your face, one second, then two, and you can smell her arousal from here and it’s so hot. She lowers herself down onto your face, and immediately your mouth latches onto her drenched cunt. She lets out a tiny moan, a few mutters making their way out of her kiss bitten mouth.

“Such a good girl.” She praises softly. “So, so good— just like that.”

Even with her usual dominant demeanor, your pussy eating skills are off the charts and Amanda has to be a little speechless at times during it. Her wetness drips down your chin, your own pooling in your underwear as you try to rut against the table for some friction. Her hands dig into your scalp, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy because you haven’t came up for air yet but honestly it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to you right now is making Amanda cum.

Her taste invades you, so perfectly sweet and tangy all at once. You rub circles with the tip of your tongue over her swollen clit and she grinds down into you once more. Your hands move to grasp the soft flesh of her ass; you can’t help but spread her cheeks apart to gain more control, and she lets you. Until it’s to that point where she’s about to cum.

She grabs your wrists from behind her and pins them over your head. She uses the momentum to grind down onto your face, but also give you a bit of air.

“Eating mommy’s pussy so good,” she whines out. “‘M gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over that slutty little mouth..”

Your legs twitch with arousal as her words flood your brain, and you can’t think about anything else but Amanda as she orgasms on top of you. You slurp up her cum greedily, moaning desperately into her drenched heat as she rides your tongue for the very last time. She sighs, moving her body back a bit, and you pull off of her overstimulated cunt with a light pop. She looks down at you as you take big gasps of air.

“Did I do good, mommy?” You say sweetly. Amanda smiles.

“Did amazing, baby.”

Her fingers reach back and rub over your panties, and you mewl in excitement.

“Might just give you a reward.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 2

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

"Kam," you tug on Kamlai's arm, "we have to go."

The guy she's with gropes her from behind, grinding on her as she keeps him from tugging up her skirt. She gives you a look. The look. Please.

"Dude," she elbows the spiky-haired pervert, "get off."

He's reluctant until she stomps his toes. She yells at him in Thai, you're not sure what, and sways his arms away from her. You shake your head as you pull her free of his embrace.

"Where's Manda?" She asks with a slur dragging her tongue.

"Dunno," you cling to her, "that weirdo tried to roofie me."

"Huh?" She yells behind you.

"Put something in my drink."

"Ew," she nearly bowls you over as you stop short.

"Yeah, uhhhh," you look around, "where would she–"

"Gross!" She points over your shoulder, "typical."

You follow the direction of her finger to Amanda tangled up, macking on the guy she picked from the lot. Ugh, she really has to be the one and only. You roll your eyes and haul Kam with you as you approach.

"Amanda," you call above the music, "let's go."

She doesn't stop. Doesn't seem to hear you as you latch onto her arm. It's only then she turns her head, the guy's mouth almost continuing its sloppy work on her ear.

"Fuck off!" She shakes free of you and shoos you with the flick of her acrylics.

"Manda," you shout, "we gotta go."

"I'm having fun," she barks back, "you wanna go home, go."

"But–"

"Fuck her," Kam pulls you back. "Look."

You turn with her and look across the room, Cole and the spiky blond staring in your direction, chatting to each other. Shit. You thought the bouncer scared him off.

"But…" you spin to face Kam.

"Nope, not sticking around for her. She got the hot one anyway."

Kam lets go of you and stomps off in her heels, ankles threatening to bend as her arms swing violently. You trail her in a tenous scramble, hands sligthly out to keep from toppling. The flashing lights and the pumping music add to the disarming atmosphere.

The cool night breeze beckons to you through the open door. Kamlai is first out but as you exit, you run into the elbow of an unsuspecting barrier. The same bouncer as before recoils and grumbles.

"Sorry," you smile sheepishly. "You okay?"

He stares at you, his face drowned in shadows, "yeah," he answers dryly, "I'll survive."

You cringe and brush by to catch up with Kam. The glow of her phone lights up her features as her pointed nails tap.

"Calling an uber," she mumbles, "I can't believe Amanda. She's so stupid."

"Mmm," you peek back at the doors. "Maybe we should go back and get her."

"You think she'd help you? She's selfish," Kam sniffs, "remember the school trip to New York?"

"Uh huh," you squint at the dark figure beside the door. You can't tell if he's looking at you but it feels like he is. "I… guess you're right."

"You know I am," she scoffs.

🥂

Just after noon, you wake to the chirp of your phone. You snatch it blindly, rolling over to check the messages. Just Kamlai whining how hungover she is. Mood.

There's a notification that Amanda posted a story. You check it, anxiously, relieved at least to see her alive in the video, though unimpressed at the naked back of the man next to her. If she wants to make Seth jealous, you're sure she's doing a great job.

You get up and get going, the previous night following you around as it rattles in your head and mulches in your stomach. Such a happy birthday, almost drugged and ditched by your supposed bff. And that bouncer… a bit gruff but you can't deny he saved you.

Hmmm. You know exactly how to thank him!

🥂

You walk up to the club. It's not yet open and in the light of day, it's a bit less showy. As you approach, you see a face you recognize. The second bouncer, the pudgy one, yawns as he struts up to the doors.

"Oh, sir, sir," you run forward, your skirt fluttering around your legs, "hi."

He looks at you woth a crooked smirk, "why, hello, darlin'."

"Uh, hello," you reply, "um, I'm looking for your friend."

"Friend?" He frowns.

"Um, yes, the tall one! The other one," you explain poorly, you can't even remember what he looks like.

"Auggy? Ah, well, he should be 'round," he thinks, "didn't think he was seeing anyone."

"Oh, no, no, no," you deny, "I was only hoping to thank him. He really helped me out so I bought some cookies from Marie's…"

"Cookies, you say? I might know where to find him for a price."

"Uh, sure," you open the lid, "snicker doodle?"

He smirks and takes a cookie. He chuckles as he turns on his heel and heads for the door. He elbows it open as he swallows, "hey, Aug, out here."

He lets the door close and you wait on the stoop. You bounce impatiently and after a few minutes, the hinges grind again. You look up as the large man pokes his head out with a dull stare.

"Oh, hi," you keep your smile wide. You didn't notice last night the scars along the right side of his face. A curved ripple around his temple, and several long marks down his cheek and jaw. His eye is completely white and part of his eye brow permanently shorn.

"What?" He snarls.

"Oh, I… you might not remember me, but you uh, you helped me last night so I just wanted to thank you."

He sneers and doesn't react. You open the box and angle it towards him.

"Cookies!"

He stares. Silent.

"Cause you were so nice–"

He steps out completely and you lean away, but don't retreat. He grabs a cookie gruffly and holds it up. He wraps his fist around it and crushes it, letting the crumps rain to the ground.

"I don't want your fucking pity, you bimbo," he slaps the box out of your hands as he looms over you, "so why don't you get the fuck out of here?"

You stand in shock, hands still out as you look at the cookies littered over the pavement. You gape at him and fold your arms over your stomach.

"Why–"

"I said go," he growls, "don't let me see ya back her either."

He steps forward, half a lunge that has you staggering backward. You let out a pathetic squeak as you spin and flit away. You get halfway down the street before you look back over your shoulder.

Wow, he didn't have to be so mean. If he didn't like snickerdoodles, he could just say so.

[bueckerrss]

dangerous women

matt x fem! latina! reader

warnings: drug deals, guns, car races

the reader will speak a lot of spanish in this series because my inspiration for this series is griselda a colombian drug lord.

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New york

“MARCOS!” she yelled for her assistant to go to her office.

“yes, ms. blanco?” the timid man said afraid to look her in the eyes “i need you to make a flyer for a new transporter, i recently got rid of the other one. he asked too many questions and we simply can’t have that here.”

“got rid of him in what way?” he mumbled making her look at him with a straight face “do you want me to get rid of you too?” she said not breaking eye contact with him.

“no maam” he mumbled walking away “oh and get the jet ready we’re going back to LA tonight.” she said before he left the room.

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back in LA

matt was looking at his monitors frantically switching between computers and other devices in front of him.

“matt, you need to catch a break you’ve been staring at those screens for hours nothing is going to change!” chris said as he saw his brother look from one screen to the next.

“that’s the thing chris something will eventually change or she’ll be seen somewhere!” he exclaimed turning his chair to face his brother.

beep.

both of the brothers turned around to noise to see a picture of y/n getting into her jet in brown dress pants with a black shirt, black stilettos and a brown coat over her shoulders.

“told you something would change!” matt exclaimed frantically typing out some information on another screen.

“so? she’s getting on a jet big deal! come downstairs and eat lunch” chris exclaimed as he was walking out of the room.

shaking his head and turning around to face the computer screen in front of him, matt let out a sigh.

-

sitting in her office dim lights as men came in and out for interviews none of them satisfied her for this special job, until a man 5’8 with brown hair blue eyes in all black walked in.

scanning the man in front of her y/n sat up straight in her chair and looked at him.

“hello.” she said monotoned “this is for the transporter job right?” said the man in a confident voice which the women admired.

“it certainly is. now what’s your name pretty boy?” she asked eyeing him.

“Matthew Sturniolo”

“well take a seat mr.sturniolo” she said pointing to a chair in front of her, the man took a seat making eye contact with the woman in front of him.

“first question, do you have any idea who i am?” she said firmly. “you’re y/n blanco one of the most wanted and powerful women cartel in both new york and los angeles.” he replied with confidence.

“you’ve done your research?” she said raising her eyebrows surprised that he knew her but then again she was the most wanted drug lord almost her whole life was on display.

“maybe” he responded “next question, how old are you?” she questioned “why youre trying to ask me out on a date?” he cocked his eyebrow suppressing a smile, she just glared at him. “sorry, i’m 25 years old” he responded “do you have a driver’s license?” she asked “yes” he affirmed.

before she could get more of her questions out the phone on her desk began to ring making both of them look at it. “bueno?” she spoke into the phone “como que juan no hizo la entrega? manda luis a mi oficina ahora mismo!” she hung up the phone, before matt could ask any question there was a knock at the door making him turn around.

“adelante” a 6’4 tattooed muscular man walked in looking at y/n “me hablo señora?” he asked his eyes moving to matt who sat on the chair “si, necesito que le hagas una visita a juan, ya sabes que hacer y hazlo rápido, asegúrate que nadie te mire entrar o salir de ahí!” he nodded taking in his orders leaving the room closing the door behind him.

“sorry about that, where were we?” she cleared her throat looking at the blue eyed man in front of her “you were asking me questions” he smiled at her “right the interview!” she mumbled looking down at the questions in front of her.

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“chapter” 1 of dangerous women complete! i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed making it i have a lot of ideas for this series so im super excited! sorry if my spanish is wrong or bad im used to just speaking it and not writing it 😭 (pls don’t tell my mom she’ll be mad if she knew i was forgetting how to write in spanish 😕) but thank you so much for reading this!

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[libbylubb]

My Heaven - Amanda Lehan Canto and Angela Giarratana

Amanda and Angela was driving to set. Angela was behind the wheel. They were singing along with I’m gonna be (500 miles) by the proclamers. Amanda placed her hand on Angela’s thigh, tapping the rhythm with her hand. Angela smiled, glancing over to her wife. They were driving to the Smosh set, ready for an intense day of shooting and meetings. “Another bruise?” Angela asked grabbing Amanda’s hand, looking at the wrist. “Eh, it’s nothing,” Amanda waived it off. Angela gave her a look, “you need to get more iron in you babe, I don’t like to see my baby blue,” Amanda giggled, kissing Angela on the cheek as she parked the car. They got out and walked hand in hand together.

“Good morning Ang and Amanda!” Shayne greeted, smiling bright with his coffee in hand. “Did you guys have a good weekend?” He asked, sipping his coffee. “Yes we did, thank you. And you? How are things with the wife?” Amanda asked, “good, good, as always,” he smiled. Amanda and Angela got settled in as the morning meeting was about to start.

Amanda shivered, Angela looked away from Ian, focussing on Amanda. She frowned, placing a hand on her thigh, “you okay?” Amanda was confused herself, however she just nodded, patting Angela’s hand. She didn’t take it away. In fact held it there in place. She loved Angela so much it was crazy. Amanda admired Angela as she looked at Ian. She smiled to herself and leaned over to kiss her jaw gently. Angela blushed, squeezing Amanda’s thigh. “Wanna get out of here?” Amanda asked into Angela’s ear. Her eyes went wide. Angela turned, redness covering her soft cheeks. “We just got here,” Angela said. Amanda rolled her eyes, “I just wanna eat you out,” Angela chocked on air. She thanked herself for sitting in the back where basically no one sat. “Baby,” Angela whispered, looking up into her eyes. She froze, seeing the craziest fuck me eyes. Or well, I wanna fuck you eyes. Angela just nodded, “when the meeting is done,” she added. Amanda rolled her eyes again, mumbling boring as she leaned back in her seat. Then yet another chill came over her.

“Jesus Christ,” Angela moaned, holding onto Amanda’s hair, hard. Amanda worked her tongue as best as she could in this position. “I’m close,” Angela groaned, jerking her hips. She pulled Angela closer with her hands on her hips. Amanda closed her eyes to concentrate but quickly opening them as she got dizzy. “‘Manda!” And with a breathy moan she came all over Amanda’s face. Amanda smiled, licking up everything. “Mmm’ pretty baby,” Amanda whispered, kissing up Angela’s stomach, her breasts, collarbone, neck, jaw then finally her lips. Angela smiled into the kiss, closing her legs just to move over to straddle her. Even though it was quite difficult. “We need a bigger car,” Angela mumbled. Amanda giggled, admiring her naked wife. “May I?” Angela asked, her pupils were blown. Amanda looked at the time, “not really, we have to be on set and ready in five,” Angela nodded, kissing all over Amanda’s face. “We’ll take it tonight. Whatever got into you this morning I fucking love,” Amanda giggled, feeling herself sweat more than usual. Angela kissed cheek, “I love you so much Amanda, I really hope you know that,” Angela whispered, “I love you too, more than you can ever imagine,” Amanda held Angela close to her for a little, taking in her heart to her heart. She hummed, Angela pulled away. “Jesus, you’re sweating like a pig,” she mumbled, feeling her forehead. “Ehm, that’s not very nice to say,” Amanda said, holding Angela’s lower back. Angela frowned, “Jesus, you’re running a fever,” “Angela, we’ll be late,” Amanda said, trying to push it off as if it was nothing. “No baby, you’re going home, you can’t be sick and at work,” Angela said, grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. Amanda sighed, taking on her shirt.

That was two weeks ago.

Amanda had only gotten worse and finally agreed to go to the doctors this afternoon. But now, she was lying in bed. The rain softly rolling down the window. Angela sat beside her on her phone. She only wore her panties, duvet covering her bottom half. Amanda was sleeping next to her, soft snores leaving her once in a while. Ever since Amanda had only gotten worse, Angela didn’t manage to sleep properly, she was so worried something was seriously wrong. She sighed, putting her phone away. She removed one pillow and laid down. Amanda was facing the other way. Angela lightly touched Amanda’s back, tracing her spine. Tears welled up in her eyes, noticing how thin she had gotten. Angela had noticed her eating less, but this wasn’t normal. Angela let out a sob as she hugged Amanda from behind.

Amanda woke up, her whole body in pain. It took her a moment to realize Angela was crying. She bit her lip and turned around, embracing Angela. Amanda softly rocked her, humming a tune. Angela started calming down but still held onto Amanda. “I’m so scared,” Angela mumbled, sitting up in Amanda’s lap. Amanda wiped her tears away, stroking her hair. She noticed her wife hadn’t been sleeping well, but didn’t know what to do. She gently bounced Angela, holding her tight to her body. “It’s okay, I’ll be okay,” Angela bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud. “But baby, my princess,” Angela looked at her. “Try to sleep some while I’m at the doctors, okay?” Angela immediately shook her head, “I’m going with you,” Angela protested. Amanda sighed, gently touching Angela’s cheek. “Shayne and Courtney are coming over before my appointment. Shayne is gonna drive me and Courtney will stay here and watch you get some sleep. Okay?” Amanda said calmly. Angela just started crying again, sobbing into her neck. “Please be okay, please be okay. Please, God, let her be okay,” Angela whimpered. Amanda held her tightly, her bones feeling weak. She was scared herself.

They managed to get out of bed, not without addressing the weight loss however. Amanda turned Angela around from the mirror so she couldn’t look at her skinny figure. “I’m okay,” Amanda tried to comfort her. Angela sat down on the floor, silent crocodile tears rolling down her cheek. Amanda finally got fully dressed. She then helped Angela up from the floor, helping her dress into some comfy clothes. Just then, the doorbell rang.

They walked together to the living room, the married couple supporting each other. Angela sat Amanda down on the couch, then rushing to open the door. “Jesus,” Shayne mumbled seeing how Angela was such a wreck. Courtney and Shayne walked in, Courtney taking off her shoes. Shayne hugged Angela tightly, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. “I’ll watch over her as good as I can,” Shayne said, Angela nodded, “you better,” she whispered back to him. Courtney hugged Angela afterwards, then walking into the living room to be met with an awful sight of Amanda. Courtney bit her lip, walking over to kiss her forehead. She helped Amanda up. “I’m okay, I can walk myself,” Amanda said, smiling and hugging Courtney. “Please, make sure she sleeps,” Amanda whispered. Courtney nodded walking over to meet the two others.

Amanda walked over, hugging Shayne. He was just as shocked as Courtney was. Angela clang onto Amanda. Amanda smiled softly, holding her close. “I’ll be okay, I promise you that,” Angela shook her head, not believing her. Amanda sighed, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see you soon,” Angela nodded slowly, hugging one more time before walking over to Courtney. She bit her lip from crying, hugging Courtney’s side. Shayne smiled sadly to Angela before helping Amanda out to the car. “Shayne, I’m not that ill,” Amanda protested. “I know that, but Angela is watching,” he said, getting into the drivers seat. Amanda glanced over, seeing Angela by the kitchen window looking at her like a lost puppy. Amanda’s heart stung at the sight, getting into the car.

The ride home was quiet, the only sound playing was the radio. I’m gonna be (500 miles) by the proclamers was on. Amanda started crying when she heard it. Shayne’s heart stung at that moment, he grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. She silently sobbed the rest of the car ride home. When they arrived Amanda took some time to compose herself. She hoped Angela was asleep, and that she could get some time to herself. Even though sleep sounded really nice. Shayne and Amanda got out of the car, getting into the house. They were silent, both broken at the news. Shayne spotted Courtney in the living room, he walked over, and Amanda followed. Courtney knew immediately that it didn’t go well, she teared up. Shayne and Amanda’s didn’t know their heart could be more broken, but now it was. Angela was sleeping in a ball, her head on Courtney’s lap. She was wearing Amanda’s hoodie, and some panties. That was all. She was holding Amanda’s teddy bear with both her hands. Amanda smiled a little, silently thanking Courtney. She was about to pick Angela up but stopped, knowing she probably shouldn’t for her health’s sake. “Could you do it?” She asked, taking a step back. Shayne nodded and gently picked up Angela. They all walked up to their bedroom, Courtney supporting Amanda, holding her hand.

Shayne gently laid Angela down under the covers. Amanda thanked them both, not telling Courtney, knowing Shayne would. Amanda looked at Angela, snoring softly. She smiled, adoring her wife. She thanked the other couple as they left. Right then and there, she decided she was going to act as normal as possible, to not let the illness stop them both from having fun. Amanda started to undress, leaving only her panties on. She bit her lip when she walked by the mirror. She sighed, getting in next to Angela. She grabbed around Angela and pulled her on top of her. It was quite comfortable, Angela had lost weight as well, so she wasn’t quite heavy. Not that she was heavy before. Angela was so worried for Amanda it pained her to see. Amanda took her hand underneath Angela’s hoodie, or well, her hoodie, gently stroking her back. Angela stirred awake, Amanda noticed. Her hand stopped, taking a deep breath. But before she could ever start a word Angela cut her off with her lips. She gently kissed her. Amanda smiled into the kiss. Angela pulled away, “I don’t want you to tell me, not now,” Angela whispered. Amanda nodded, hugging Angela tightly. “Can I take your hoodie off?” Angela smiled and nodded. Amanda took off Angela’s hoodie. She cuddled up to Amanda in her embrace. “Love you,” Angela whispered, “I love you too baby,” Amanda answered, stroking her hair. Angela’s head was in Amanda’s breast, loving her favourite pillow. Slowly, but surely, they fell asleep.

When Angela got the news, she couldn’t stop crying. Amanda tried to explain that she would be okay, but the word Leukemia, blood cancer, was so scary. Angela cried and cried, her head and stomach hurting. She clang to Amanda for dear life, praying and doing whatever she could.

“I have to go to the hospital, tomorrow. Will you join me?” Amanda asked after a little while. Angela had stopped crying, she had no more tears to shed. Angela had been studying her wife’s face for a while now, remembering every little detail about her. “I love you,” Angela said, smiling softly. “Will you go with me?” “I love you,” “Angela,” “answer me!” Angela broke, biting her lip hard, almost making it bleed. Amanda kissed her making Angela release her lip. “Angela Giarratana, I, your wife, love you more than anything in this world. And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. Will you go with me to the hospital?” Amanda said, cupping Angela’s cheeks. “Not even a question, of course I will,”

They hugged each other tightly, Angela feeling so content in her partners arms. “We have to tell work. Tomorrow, before the hospital,” Amanda said, “they deserved to know,” Angela nodded, kissing Amanda. She hummed, grabbing Angela’s ass. Angela let out a squeal, pulling away. They smiled at each other.

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“Thank you, everyone for coming to this meeting. I’m sorry to wake you guys earlier than usual but this is a very important matter,” Amanda started, Angela nodded, holding Amanda’s hand. “You’re having a baby!” Arasha said, Amanda shook her head as Angela smiled at the idea, her face suddenly dropping. “Me and Angela will take some time off, because I…” Amanda froze, looking at everyone’s faces, knowing how much it would affect them all. Angela squeezed her hand. Amanda looked down at her. Angela gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, “I have cancer,” she looked up to see the people reaction. She bit her lip, maybe regretting it. “If you have any questio-“ almost everyone raises their hands. She was a bit taken aback, “questions, you can ask Shayne. Me and Angela have to get to the hospital,”

—

It had been one week and Amanda was doing surprisingly well. She had handled it great and hadn’t felt super nauseous. Angela, on the other hand, cried almost every day. She had the most insane headaches and slept horribly. She threw up every morning from the lack of sleep and food. She used all her energy on keeping Amanda well, and yet she felt horrible herself. Currently, Amanda was getting ready for another round of chemo. Of course she wasn’t 100% but she was quite good, maybe 80%. Angela was holding Amanda’s hand as they walked, she constantly checked on Amanda, asking if she needed anything at all. “Angela, baby, could you-?” “Yes? Yes, what do you need?” Angela smiled. Amanda was a bit taken aback, she stopped in her tracks, cupping Angela’s cheeks. “Could you relax for me? It pains me to see you in distress. Maybe you could go visit Courtney and Shayne, take a break from the hospital?” Amanda suggested, kissing the top of her head. Angela shook her head as they started walking again. “No, no I have to stay here with you,” Angela protested. Amanda loved having her here, but this chemo would take so much out of her, she couldn’t see the worry Angela had, it pained her so much.

Amanda sighed, sitting down in the chair and getting hooked up to the chemo treatment. Amanda was extremely thankful that her cancer wasn’t chronic. Angela held her hand tightly, “baby, please,” Angela shook her head, her leg shaking up and down. Her eyes were so puffy, she was blue under her eyes and looked sloppy. “Angela, you’re getting worse with every second. I’m okay, I will be okay,” Amanda tried. Angela shook her head again, kissing her cheek. “I can’t leave you,” Amanda sighed, “baby, it’s okay,” “no, no, no it’s not okay Amanda. What if I leave, and everything goes wrong. What if you suddenly die and I’m not there. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. I need you to be okay, I need you to be okay, I need you to be okay..” Angela whispered the last part, hands together. “I know, Angela, but this isn’t healthy for you. You haven’t been outside in ages. I’m worried for you,” Amanda said, stroking Angela’s cheek. “Don’t you think I’m worried for you, you have cancer Amanda!” She said loudly, the other people in the room looked in their direction. Amanda apologized, grabbing Angela’s jaw firmly. “Angela. I’m fully aware of that, and I’m trying my best to keep it together. But it doesn’t help when you’re acting like this. It’s not what I need right now,” Amanda said, maybe a bit too harshly. “Amanda…” Angela whispered, tearing up. “Jesus, I’m sorry darling,” Amanda cupped Angela’s cheeks. She pulled away.

“Amanda I need you to be okay, I need you. I can’t do this without you. I’m sorry for being so protective and wanting you to be okay but I-I-“ Angela went quiet, looking away. Amanda placed her hand on Angela’s thigh. “What is it, baby?” “I’m pregnant,” Angela said, looking at Amanda. “When we went to the doctor and I got injected, I didn’t have that much hope. But i i-i know we both kind of forgot about it when you got sick. But the last few weeks I’ve been throwing up for more reasons than not eating or sleeping… im pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby,” Amanda smiled for the first time in a long time, with a swift move she kissed Angela deeply. Angela chuckled into the kiss. “If you want, I’ll go to Courtney and Shayne’s house. They live close by so if anything you have to call me,” Angela said, relieved that she got out about the pregnancy. Amanda smiled, “I’d appreciate that… you really need to take care of yourself, my girl,” Angela blushed, loving that nickname. “Only cause I’m your girl,” they giggled. Amanda had to hide it, she was starting to get nauseous and was definitely not feeling like talking, her 80% had just dropped down to 40%.

“Alright, I’ll go grab my things and leave for Courtney and Shayne. Anything you want me to wash there?” Amanda shook her head, scared if she spoke she would puke. Angela smiled, “I’ll call you tonight…” Amanda nodded again. Angela leaned down to kiss Amanda’s lips softly before she walked off, yawning and rubbing her eyes. The second Angela was out of her sight, she grabbed the bucket beside her and threw up.

When she was done she held the bucket in her lap, closing her eyes and leaning back in the chair. “You guys are a cute couple,” Amanda heard a voice. She looked over and saw an old man smiling to her. He looked tired, he was bald but had an inspiring smile. “Thank you,” she mumbled, not really wanting to talk. “It’s alright, I get the nausea. I had that my first time too,” he said, holding his hands together. He was in a wheelchair, had a jaw that hanged a bit and droopy eyes. Amanda looked at him. “You have gorgeous hair, I’m sorry that might fall out. You will grow it out again, I’m sure. I won’t, but I’m just old,” he said, chuckling to himself. Amanda chuckled, enjoying his company. “My wife was just like yours when she was alive,” he continued. Amanda listened. “She never left my side when I had cancer 20 years ago. She passed away last year,” he mumbled the last part, “but I enjoyed her company, I adored how she cared for me. Even though she could be a real son of a bitch I loved her,” they both laughed. “Oh, Marleen was so funny, the way she danced in the moonlight and always said: you’re the closest to heaven I will ever get. My Marleen never thought she’d make it to heaven, she had so much sorrow within… she couldn’t get pregnant you see, she thought that made her bad and it made her go to hell,” he chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t care where I go, as long as I follow her. Even if that’s to hell,” the man smiled. Amanda smiled as well and opened her mouth, “I-i just found out she’s pregnant,” Amanda said softly, smiling widely. “Oh, that’s great, congratulations,” he clapped his hands once, looking around the room. “This room… so sad,” Amanda nodded, “we ended up adopting have four kids,” he suddenly said. “Well they are adults now and have their own family. They wouldn’t want to be bothered by me, an old man… someone they can almost call their father,” he said. It was clear he wanted someone there for him, maybe Amanda could be that for him. “I’m here for you,” “but you and I both have to be here,” he stated. Amanda bit her lip, leaning her head back, “that’s true… I haven’t told my family. Not because I don’t think they wouldn’t care, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I mean, just look at my wife, my family is worse than her,” the old man laughed a good old man laugh. “I’m Tom,” “Amanda,”

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It’s been eight months since then, seven months since Tom died. Amanda can’t get their conversation out of her mind. She was thinking of Tom, and how in pain he had been in. Amanda was doing much better however. She was out of the hospital and enjoyed living life. As well as that, Amanda’s hair had finally started growing out again. She was kind of tired wearing bandanas all the time, even though she rocked them! “I’m so glad you’re better,” Shayne said, hugging Amanda. Her mind drifted off to Tom again. She half smiled and nodded, “where did you go?” He asked, noticing the lost look in her eyes. “Just thinking of someone I met, an old friend I guess you could say,” Amanda said, looking over at Angela, sleeping on a sun bed. Courtney walked over, her hand slipping around Shayne’s waist, “she fell asleep,” Courtney said. Amanda chuckled, “well, of course, carrying a baby boy cannot be easy,” Amanda said, sipping her water before walking over to her. She sat down on the bed beside her, stroking Angela’s hair. She hummed softly, grabbing a blanket in the box behind her, taking it over her. Angela smiled in her sleep. “I’m so lucky,” Angela whispered, Amanda smiled, stroking Angela’s belly gently. “I’m luckier… I’ll love you forever, you’re the closest to heaven I will ever be.”

[munson-blurbs]

Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 8

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Summary: With Vecna defeated, Little Bean has decided to make an arrival--a month early. But you still have a lot of tough decisions to make, and they may require encouragement from surprising sources.

Warnings: depictions of labor, injuries, S4 is canon

WC: 2.9k

A/N: The final chapter! I hope you all enjoyed this series :)

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The ride to the hospital is far too long for your liking, even with Murray flying over the speed limit. You sit in the backseat with Steve, who whispers sweet nothings in your ear to keep you relaxed, and Joyce, who spends the drive rubbing your back with utmost care.

“Deep breaths,” she urges you. If it was anyone else, you’d snap at them for reminding you to engage in an automatic bodily function, but Joyce’s calm voice is exactly what you need. “We’ll be there soon, and the doctors will be able to figure out what’s going on.”

Tears bulge at the corners of your eyes. “It’s t-too early,” you stammer, pain and fear surging through you. “This is all my fault…there was too much stress…”

Why didn’t I stay home? You silently berate yourself. Why couldn’t I let everyone else handle this? What kind of mother knowingly puts her unborn baby in danger–danger that involves an alternate dimension, nonetheless?

You don’t have time to search for answers to your rhetorical questions before another contraction hits you, leaving you doubled over in pain. 

“Any way we can speed this up?” Steve calls out to Murray. “I’d really like to keep my girlfriend from having a baby in the car.”

“Seriously, Murray,” Joyce hisses. “Now is not the time to do the speed limit.”

The older man rolls his eyes but begrudgingly puts more pressure on the gas pedal. 

Steve winces as Murray hits a pothole, jostling the car and everyone inside. “Everything will be alright,” he tells you, though you can sense the doubt in his tone. “I’ve got you, okay? Whatever happens, I’ve got you.”

“Just…get me…to the goddamn hospital!” you mutter through gritted teeth. You’re unsure whether you’re trying to bite back sadness or pain; probably both. You rest your head on Joyce’s shoulder, and Steve uses his right hand to hold yours. “‘S not fair,” you mumble, blinking back tears. “All I w-wanted was one thing to go right, but Steve got hurt, and Eddie’s r-really dead now, and my baby is going to be born early.” The dam breaks, and breathy sobs escape your lips. “I f-feel like I’m b-being p-punished for something.”

“No.” Steve shakes his head in vehement disagreement. “No, baby, none of this is your fault. You didn’t ask for any of this.” He unlaces his fingers from yours and places his hand on your cheek to wipe away the tears. “We’re gonna get to the hospital, and whether we meet Little Bean today or not, I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

“Actually,” Joyce pipes up, poking her pointer finger in the air to interject, “you’re gonna go get bandaged up, and I’ll stick with Y/N until you’re done.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but she quickly cuts him off. “You’re not gonna be any use to us if you hurt yourself more. Murray will take you.”

Murray grunts from the front seat. “Will you stop volunteering me for stuff?”

Joyce ignores his grumbling, turning back to you and Steve. “When you’re good to go, you can meet us in the maternity ward.”

You’ve quickly learned that there’s no winning an argument with Joyce Byers, so you sit back and try to think positive thoughts. Steve will be okay. Little Bean will be okay.

But will you be okay?

Labor is fucking hard.

Joyce presses a cold compress to your head, guiding you through the breathing exercises she remembers from her own Lamaze classes. “You’re doing amazing,” she whispers. “Your body knows what it’s doing. You were meant to do this, and Little Bean will be here before you know it.”

“Wh-Where’s Steve? How long has it been?” you cry out, squeezing Joyce’s hand as another contraction rips through your core. 

“Two hours, hon,” Joyce says after checking her wristwatch. “The doctors will patch him up and Murray will bring him right over, okay?”

The pain of labor has completely erased any semblance of a filter on your thoughts. “What if he’s not here in time? I-I can’t have the baby without him here!” You throw your head back on the pillow and tug the itchy wool blanket up to your chin. 

“Let me tell you something: you can do anything. You’re strong, you’re capable, you’re a mom.” Her tone is kind but firm.

It takes another thirty minutes for Steve to make his way to the maternity ward, a crutch under one shoulder and his arm wrapped in cast. “Did I make it? Is Little Bean here yet?”

“Not yet,” Joyce shakes her head, standing up from her spot next to you and relinquishing it to your boyfriend. “She’s already eight centimeters dilated; this baby wants out.”

Steve frowns when he hears your teeth chattering, noticing your whole body shaking with shivers. “Why is she shivering like this? Is…is something wrong?”

“That’s just a side effect of the epidural,” Joyce explains calmly, rubbing his shoulder. “Everything’s looking good. She’ll be pushing in no time.” She leans over to you and adds, “I’m gonna get going, but you got this.”

You reach out to Steve, saying his name with a whimper. “I don’t know if I can do this, Steve.”

“Yes, you can. Y/N, holy shit, you can. You’re gonna be the best damn mom in the world. And I can’t wait to watch you do it.”

He repeats that as your labor continues progressing, letting you grab his uninjured hand as tightly as you can as you push. You grit your teeth, willing your body to do everything it can to let Little Bean arrive safely and quickly.

“Dad, you wanna see your baby being born?” the nurse asks, and Steve instinctively races to watch. It takes a few seconds to realize that he’s Dad; maybe not biologically, but he’ll treat Little Bean like his own child.

“Babe, I can see the head. I can see our baby’s head!” he exclaims, and he brushes the tears from his cheeks. “You’re incredible! I can’t believe you’re having our baby, holy shit!”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“For the love of God, stop talking and hold my hand!” 

Glancing down at the newborn baby in your arms, you press a soft kiss to his nose, careful not to wake him. “How…how do I love him so much already?” you murmur. “Hi, Little Bean. I’m your mom.” Your eyes well up at the statement; you’re someone’s mom.

“You did amazing,” Steve says, running his forefinger along Little Bean’s tiny knuckles. “He’s perfect. I’m so proud of you, and…and I know Eddie would be, too.” He moves his finger so it grazes the baby’s hair. “Does he have a name? Or are we gonna call him Little Bean for the rest of his life? ‘Cause I gotta be honest with you; I think that’ll be a problem when he starts school.”

You smile, not wanting to take your eyes off of your son. Your son. “I was thinking that his first name could be Jimmy, after Jimmy Page,” you tell Steve, “because Led Zeppelin saved your life. And then his middle name would be Edward, so he always has a piece of his dad.”

“What about his last name?” Steve asks. It’s an innocent question, but to you, it’s loaded. You have no idea what last name Little Bean–Jimmy–will have. Eddie is biologically his father, so it could be Munson; but Steve will be the one helping you raise him. Is it too much to give him the last name Harrington?

“Can I come in?” a soft voice calls from the doorway. You manage to pry your gaze from Jimmy’s sleeping form to see Wayne holding a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a little gift bag in the other. Bunched up blue tissue paper spills over the sides.

You nod, giving him a smile. “Of course. Come say hi to your grandson.” 

“He’s beautiful,” Wayne says, placing the flowers on the bedside table. “How are you feeling, darlin’?”

“Exhausted,” you admit, “but so happy. He’s here, and he’s healthy, and…I never knew how badly I needed him until now.” You kiss the wisps of hair atop Jimmy’s head. “Wayne, I’d like you to officially meet Jimmy Edward.” You wince as you try to shift your baby into Wayne’s waiting arms, still sore from labor, so he hands the gift to Steve and leans over to help you.

“Hi, Jimmy,” he whispers, gently rocking him. “I’m your grandpa, and I’m gonna spoil the h-heck outta you.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. “Not used to watchin’ my language; guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

“Don’t worry, you still have plenty of time before he can start echoing everything you say,” you reassure him.

Steve lovingly squeezes your shoulder. “I’m gonna leave you two to talk, but if you need me, I’ll be right outside.”

“Thank you, babe,” you say gratefully. You watch as he hobbles away with his crutch, but not before taking one last look at the woman of his dreams and the most adorable baby he’s ever seen. I’m so lucky, he thinks. It’s the little family he’s always wanted, and he’ll never let it go.

Wayne cradles Jimmy to his chest, visibly melting when he coos. “I can’t believe I have a grandson. Never thought…” he pauses, using the shoulders of his jacket to wipe tears from his eyes, “...never thought it’s happen. ‘Specially after Eddie…”

“Wayne?” you break in, voice wavering with nerves. “I don’t…he doesn’t have a last name yet. I know he’s Eddie’s, but Steve…I’m just so confused.”

“Well, seems like an easy choice to me,” Wayne chuckles softly, looking at you intently. “Darlin’, there’s one last name this sweet boy should have. Yours.”

“Mine?” you squeak out. 

He nods, making silly faces at the newborn in his arms. “You are the bravest, strongest person I’ve ever met. I mean, anyone who goes through pregnancy and labor is a goddamn superhero in my eyes. But doing it at nineteen? While dealing with everything you’re dealing with.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “I couldn’t do it; that’s for sure.”

Wayne stays for a few more minutes until he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed that you can’t stay awake. The pull of sleep is too inviting to fight off any longer, despite the soreness that radiates through your lower body.

He places Jimmy back in his bassinet and shoots you one last warm smile. “Ya did good, kid.”

“Sweetheart? Are…are you awake?”

You blink a few times at the sound of an all-too familiar voice. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, the hazy shape begins to focus. The frizzy brown curls, denim jacket covering a mud-spattered Hellfire shirt, and torn jeans can only mean one person.

“Eddie?”

He nods, stepping towards you. “It’s me. Really me this time.” He takes in your incredulous look and offers a small smile. “I can prove it: ask me anything. But, uh, don’t take too long. ‘M kinda on borrowed time here.”

“Where was our first date?” you try, cocking your eyebrow with disbelief.

“It was supposed to be at Enzo’s, but their power went out, so we ended up splitting gas station sandwiches at Lover’s Lake.” Eddie answers easily. 

Your eyes well up with tears and you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding. It’s so loud that you wake up Steve, who sits up with a start.

“Wh-What…Munson?” he sputters, hobbling to your side and grabbing your hand with his good one. “Baby, is he…”

“It’s him,” you confirm, wiping your cheeks. You feel Steve relax, his fingers untensing but still remaining laced with yours. You reach into the bassinet and carefully lift Jimmy, doing your best not to wake him. “Eddie, this is your son. His name is Jimmy Edward.”

“My son,” Eddie repeats incredulously. “Holy shit, my son.” Steve shifts over so Eddie can stand next to you. His fingertips appear to brush against the wisps of Jimmy’s hair, but pass through them, a somber reminder that he’s not truly here. But your baby stirs slightly as if he can feel his father’s touch. It’s comforting, and he falls back to sleep without so much as a whimper. 

“Hey, little guy,” Eddie whispers. “It’s me…y-your dad. I’m glad I got to meet you.” A tear slips down his cheek. “This is kinda a weird situation we got goin’ on here. I mean, I can’t stick around for too long. But your mom and Steve are gonna be here for you, okay? And I’ll be watching over you, lookin’ out for you. 

“It might not seem like it, but you’ve got a pretty sweet deal, kid. You’ve got the best mom in the world. She was seriously the most amazing thing to ever happen to me.” He looks at Steve with a warm smile before bringing his attention back to the snoozing baby. “And Steve? One of the greatest dudes I know. Total badass, and his hair? Impeccable.” 

“Shut up, man,” Steve mumbles, but he’s grinning when he says it.

“I mean it,” Eddie insists. “I know…I know he made you think that I hated you. But I don’t. You took care of Y/N, and you’re gonna take care of my kid. I’m so fuckin’ grateful for you, dude.”

“You promise you’re not mad?” Steve asks dubiously. “‘Cause I’d get it if you were.”

“Steve.” Eddie tilts his head and starts to place his hand on the man’s shoulder before remembering that he can no longer do that. “Just make sure you aim your hairspray away from his sensitive little eyes.”

A tinkle of laughter echoes through the hospital room, followed by brief silence. “Eds?” you say finally, voice tinier than you wish it was, “How long can you stay?”

His brown eyes are filled with remorse. “Not long. I needed to meet him. And tell you how much I love you.” The kiss he tries to press to your forehead has no weight, just a slight chill, as though there’s a gentle breeze blowing through. “Look at you, Sweetheart. Just had a baby and you’re as gorgeous as ever.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes; the cold stickiness of dried sweat all over your body begs to differ with his statement. “I’m a mess.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “No, you’re not. And you’ve got two guys who think you’re the most beautiful woman in this dimension, or any other.” He raises his eyebrows at Steve, cuing him to chime in.

“He’s right,” Steve agrees easily, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. “The most beautiful, badass, strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

“See?” Eddie shrugs. “Now you can’t deny it. I mean, what are the odds of us both being wrong?” 

This time, you do roll your eyes.

Eddie flickers, like some sort of glitch, and you know exactly what that means without even having to ask. “It’s time for me to go,” he says. The reflexive upwards curl that dances on his lips is a mixture of sadness and relief. He’s free, he’s finally free, and Vecna can no longer rob him of the experience of a peaceful afterlife. “But you can bet that I’ll be watching over you. My…my family.” He once again glances at Steve; this time, it’s for approval.

“‘Course you’re our family, Munson.” If Eddie were really here, in the flesh, Steve would sling an arm around his shoulder and pull him in tight. Instead, he settles for a kind smile. “We love you.”

Eddie bites his lower lip. “I love you all, too.” His voice warbles, though you’re unsure if it's from emotion or from his waning presence. “Good-bye, my love. I’m so glad I got to meet our boy.”

The next time you blink, he’s gone.

You think you dreamed it. In fact, if Steve wasn’t here to corroborate what just happened, you’d swear on it.

“Did that just…” Steve starts, shaking his head. “There’s no way, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stammer in agreement. “There’s no way.” But as you look over to Jimmy’s empty bassinet, you notice something that hadn’t been in there earlier.

A red and black guitar pick.

Steve sees it, too, and gingerly places it in the palm of his hand, as though he expects it to vanish just as Eddie had. When it remains there, he lets his gaze drift to Jimmy.

“Little Bean–Jimmy–I’m gonna make you a promise right now,” he starts, rubbing his thumb over the pick. “I’m never gonna shut up about your dad. You’ll know all about how awesome he was.” He clears his throat of the lump that builds. “And I-I know I can never take his place, but I’m gonna be the best father figure I can be.”

The energy that fills the room is like a warm hug. The threat of Vecna is gone, Steve is alive and by your bedside, your son arrived in the world healthy and happy, and Eddie got to meet him.

You know that there are many long days and sleepless nights that stretch ahead of you, but for now, you allow yourself to be enveloped in love.

We'll get through this, we'll get past this  I'm a girl with a whole lot of baggage But I love you, we'll get past this I'm a girl with a whole lot of baggage, yeah

[hellcatrising]

Larian really gave us Gortash and said

"No you can't get back with your toxic ex."

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

More Precious Than Rubies: Part 5b

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 4270

TW: Angst; end of relationship drama; sharing a bed but no sex; mild allusions to previous sex, so 18+ only just to be safe.

AN: The prompt was "You're overthinking - I'm yours. That's all I want to be."

Amanda knew what people thought of her.  She’d heard the hateful words thrown her way her entire life – trash, slut, dumb blonde, and every variation between.

Truthfully, sometimes being underestimated worked for her.  She solved many cases based on interrogations where she either flirted with the suspect or acted like a flighty idiot, and if it meant locking up some of the worst people she’d ever crossed paths with, well…she wasn’t that prideful.

And truthfully, she’d be the first to admit that her life was a mess.  She had fled Atlanta PD completely traumatized by her repeated assaults at the hands of her captain, and she buried it all deep under booze and sex and gambling until it all became too much.  She’d clean up her act for a while, then relapse, then hit rock bottom. 

It was all she knew, honestly.  She was her father’s daughter, after all.

But she was a good cop, and she tried to be a good partner, and when she saw Carisi come trudging back into the precinct with a fistful of shredded paper, she knew – with her detective’s instinct and her woman’s intuition – that she was somehow the cause of it.

She watched her partner as he sat down slowly at his desk.  He was slumped there, his head hung, and he looked like he had his spirit completely broken in the span of a minute.  He sat the pieces of torn paper on his desk reverently, like they were some sacred relic, and stared at them for a long while.  Then he took an evidence bag out of his drawer and swept them in carefully before sealing and placing in his bag.

Amanda knew how torn up Carisi had been when you broke up with him.  The man always talked about you when you were dating – how he couldn’t wait to get home to you, how you were brilliant and were going to be a force to be reckoned with once you passed the bar.  How you made him laugh all the time and cheered him up when cases got him down.  He made you sound like perfection, to the point where Amanda practically wanted to date you.  She could do with a smart and supportive partner for once, and she would readily admit that you were pretty.

So when you broke up with him, it destroyed her partner.  She tried to broach the subject a few times, but he’d just shrug irritably and change the subject. 

At first, she assumed it was the same thing that plagued all of them:  the job was too demanding and left no room for relationships.  But more and more, she doubted it.

Carisi made a few off-hand comments about how Amanda needed to get her shit together, and she wondered if it stemmed from his breakup.  And then you came back into their lives, and Carisi always jumped away from Amanda like a guilty husband caught with the babysitter. 

And today, when you looked at Carisi with a smile but saw Amanda’s pregnant belly, the blonde detective was able to piece it all together.  It was written plainly across your face as you turned and fled the bullpen.  You thought Carisi was the father, and maybe you had suspected something between then when you dumped Carisi.

Still, Amanda gave it one last shot.  “You want to grab a beer?” she asked as they both clocked out and left the precinct.  “I’m driving.” 

Carisi just shook his head irritably at her before replying.  “No.  I really want to be alone, ‘Manda,” he said.  “Shoulda said ‘no’ more often,” he mumbled, and then he stalked away.

So it really was like that after all. 

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Amanda just observed for a few weeks.  Carisi never got less snippy with her, and when you came into the precinct, your eyes glazed over every time you looked in her direction.  And whatever ground Carisi had gained with you – little smiles, small talk – was lost, and then some.

She waited and hoped the two of you would work it out on your own, because she didn’t have any relationship abilities whatsoever, but it never got better.  She took a deep breath, wished she weren’t pregnant so that she could drink some liquid courage…then she marched (more of a slow amble, actually) down to your office.

She had called ahead and pretended to be an ADA who wanted to drop in and chat; she wasn’t going all the way over to your office just to have you no be there.  But you would be in all afternoon, apparently, so she made an excuse to Liv and left alone.

Amanda rarely got nervous around other women, but she’d be lying if she said you didn’t intimidate her a little.  You were smart, and you routinely tore into SVU’s cases, and you flustered Barba all the time.  And Amanda didn’t have any girlfriends, so she had no common ground with you.  Well, no common ground except Carisi.

The elevator was too fast, and before she knew it, she was standing outside your office.  Your admin seemed to be off somewhere else, which meant that you’d be surprised.  Amanda took a deep breath again, felt the acid churn of her now-constant heartburn, and knocked on your door.

“Come in,” you called out, muffled, and she opened the door.  You looked up with a smile but it instantly fell the moment you registered who was walking into her office.

“Get out,” you said, and you stood up and pointed, but Amanda just shut the door behind her.  She looked you over and admitted again to herself that you were pretty.  She could see why Carisi liked you – you had a nice rack that strained your sleeveless blouse just a bit, and you always wore those pencil skirts that made your ass look amazing.  There was documented evidence that Carisi was an ass man.

Amanda gestured to her stomach, playing the pregnancy card.  “I need to sit,” she said apologetically, and she settled into the chair across from your desk.  “And I need you to just listen for five minutes.”

She watched you clench your jaw, but you sat down too.  You slide your phone’s lock screen off and glanced at the time.  “You have five minutes,” you said, and your voice was tight with anger.

“Let’s get one thing clear right now,” Amanda started.  “Carisi is not the father of my child, and we have never slept together.  We’ve never kissed.  The most physical we’ve ever been has been maybe a handful of hugs.”

You cocked an eyebrow at her, but didn’t say anything, so she continued.

“I know…” she started, but she trailed off for a moment.  “It’s hard, being a female detective with a male partner.  There’s an intimacy there because your life is on the line, and you’re expected to protect each other.  But then, there’s girlfriends and boyfriends and spouses who make assumptions.  Sometimes they’re right and sometimes they’re wrong.”

She trailed off again and swiped her hand across her forehead.  She was sweating, and your office was small and stuffy.  You looked her over and stood up without a word.  You left your office for a moment, but came back with a bottle of water that you handed her without a word.

“Thanks,” Amanda said, and she was grateful.  She drank half of it in one go, then continued, calmer.

“I know you think that I have designs on Carisi, but I don’t.  Even if I did, I can’t compete with you.  He talks non-stop about how smart and funny and gorgeous you are.  And I’m a mess.”

You looked at her and cleared your throat.  “I don’t believe in tearing other women down to build a woman up,” you said quietly.  “Don’t talk badly about yourself to make me feel better.”

Amanda couldn’t help but smile at this.  “Carisi always said you were kind to a fault.”

You snorted.  “Well, I don’t like you, Rollins, so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Fair enough.”  But she still smiled as she continued, “Look, I love Carisi as a partner, but I’d never pursue him romantically or…sexually.  And he wouldn’t pursue that with me, no matter how it looks.  He loves you.  He talks about you like you hung the moon, and that day you threw some torn up piece of paper at him…it really laid him low.”

“When we were dating, he was always with you.  Helping you with your life,” you pointed out.

“I know.  I never asked though.  Carisi loves a project, and I’m a project.”  Amanda shrugged.  “I always tried to send him home, but he always told me that you understood because you were always helping people too.  And my family – my momma and my sister – is a complete mess.” 

Your stern face softened a bit at this.  “Family is tough,” you conceded.

Amanda nodded.  “And when he was with me, he was talking about you.  Always.  I know you so well, I feel like I was practically dating you.  I know that you’re a shitty bowler, and that you can’t cook but still try.  You snore and you love to read.  You don’t really drink, but you have a trick of putting Coke in a rock glass with lime so that it looks like you drink, because you hate when people try to peer pressure you into drinking.”

You almost smiled at her.  Amanda could see the corners of your lips twitching as you fought it.  “You should buy me dinner first if you’re trying to flirt with me.”

Amanda laughed at this.  “And you’re funny, and smart.”  Her smile faded, and she looked you dead in the eye.  “And he loves you so much, and when he’s had more than two beers, he talks about how he wanted – wants – to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you.”  She watched your face as you considered this, and she finished the bottle of water and stood up, staggering a bit under her newly unwieldy body.

“Look, like I said, I love Carisi, and I assume you do, or did too.  I want him to be happy.  If you’re over it, then fine.  But I wanted you to know where things stood.”

You stood up too and walked her out to the elevator.  “I appreciate it.”  You turned and looked her over with a considering glance.  “It was ballsy, coming in here like this.  I respect that.”

Amanda laughed and climbed onto the elevator.  “Thanks, but I’m really just hoping you’ll ease up on me the next time you call me to the stand.  Carisi never warned me that you were a fucking Pitbull in the courtroom.”  She waved at you as the doors shut, and for the first time in a while, Amanda felt like she’d done something good for someone else.

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Sonny pieced your letter back together, taping it carefully and reading as he went.  Once it was assembled, he read it over and over until he had it memorized, and even though everything was ruined with you, he chanted certain lines to himself to cheer himself up.  It started out “Dear Dominick,” which made him smile, because you only called him by his given name when you were mock-angry with him….or in bed.

It continued:

First, I have to thank you for the beautiful letter you wrote me.  It made me feel like some girl in love in an old English novel, and it would have only been more perfect if I could have read it on the moor while the wind whipped my petticoats.  Sadly, I read it in Brooklyn, which wasn’t as romantic.

I don’t want to focus on the end of our relationship either, but I do want to apologize for how I ended it.  At the time, in the middle of it, it seemed appropriate, but as time soothed my anger, I realized how harsh I’d been.  I wish I could go back and change how I handled it.

You know some of my history.  You know about the boyfriend before you, and how I was pretty closed off when we first met.  I wasn’t interested in dating at all, but there was something about you that gave me hope.  You were, like your namesake, a beam of sunshine through dark clouds. 

What you don’t know is my dysfunctional family, my parents’ terrible marriage that ended as badly as any marriage can….I keep that from everyone, even you – when we dated.  But with some time and distance between us, I can admit that you gave me hope there too, that I might live to overcome my parents’ awful legacy.  That I might have real love one day.

I think when we dated I was pretty open about what I loved about you, but I’ll reiterate here:  you’ve got a heart as big as anyone, and I loved that first about you.  How many cops get a law degree to become a better cop?  Not many, I’d wager, but you did – and you did it to help some of the most helpless victims this system has.  Your kindness and consideration shines through in everything you do.  You help everyone – your family, your friends, your coworkers. 

You’re smart.  You put yourself through night school while working ridiculous hours, and you graduated with honors.  I won’t accuse Manhattan’s SVU of being the most buttoned-up precinct I deal with, but I’m certain that the least terrible cases are yours (ha ha).

I could write at length about how handsome I think you are, but that’d be shallow and likely make you feel objectified, so I’ll just say that no matter how much I see you, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you again.

But what I love best about you is how you made me feel when we were together.  I never slept so well as when I was with you, falling asleep in your arms.  I always was able to drift off without nightmares, and I always felt safe curled up next to you. 

I don’t know what the future holds.  Sometimes everything seems so inconsequential in our line of work, the constant stream of misery.  But there’s always a ray of hope, I’ve learned, beaming through those dark clouds like a ray of sunlight.  So I live with optimism, and expect better days.  And maybe you’ll be there in those better days.

It was signed simply with your name.

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Sonny didn’t see you aside from a handful of times in the precinct, and you looked past him as if he didn’t exist.  He was exhausted and heart-sore and hopeless, but a college classmate was getting married in Jersey, so he took a long weekend and went to that.  Maybe filet mignon and an open bar could help him heal.

He skipped the ceremony outright.  He normally loved weddings, crying with the best of them, but he didn’t have the heart to watch two people commit themselves to each other.  He had wanted that with you.  He turned up to the reception early, some swanky country club that probably cost thousand of dollars a year in membership fees.  He found his seat at a table jammed into the corner, and then he scanned the rest of the tables place cards for familiar names.  And saw yours.

His stomach dipped to see it.  No “and guest” after your name either.  Sonny dreaded the day you turned up at the precinct with a ring on your finger or with a new last name.  He knew now that he was out of the picture, it was only a matter of time.  But for now, at least, you seemed to be flying solo.

You were three tables over from his.  Since he was early, he grabbed a beer from the bar and went to explore the grounds.  He found a quiet spot near the tennis courts, and he sat and drank his beer while he reminisced.

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You and Sonny had attended one wedding while you were together.  It was his best friend from high school, and you’d been sweetly shy as he introduced you to all of his friends (and an ex-girlfriend) from his youth.  You’d been nervous but eventually relaxed, laughing and dancing and begging everyone for their most embarrassing Sonny stories, and everyone was all too happy to oblige.  You fit in immediately, as he assumed you would.

You only got cranky during the garter and bouquet toss, and you refused to go to the floor when the rest of the unmarried women went out there.  Afterwards, when Sonny drove you both back to the hotel, you gave him an earful about stupid wedding traditions.

“So you’d never want to get married then?” he asked as he keyed the hotel room door open and held it for you.

“A wedding and a marriage are completely different things,” you pointed out, and you poked him in the middle of his chest to drive it home. 

“So you’d never want to have your new husband sit you in the middle of a dance floor, all eyes on you, as he removed the garter from your leg to some sexy song?” he asked, and as he did, he hooked his own hand under the hem of your skirt and trailed it up over your knee before letting it drift to the inside of your thigh.

Your breath hitched in your chest, and you leaned into his touch.  “That sounds terrible.  Is my new grandma-in-law watching?”

“She is,” he replied.  He leaned in to whisper in your ear.  “And she highly suspects that you claimed her innocent grandson’s virginity before you were married.  So she already thinks the worst about you.”

You huffed against him as you laughed.  “I’ll have to set her straight at the next family holiday dinner.” 

He walked you backwards until you were forced to sit on the edge of the bed, and he knelt in front of you.  He spread his hand under the skirt of your dress, grasping the soft flesh of your inner thigh and letting his fingertips graze dangerously close to his target. 

“I don’t think the garter goes that high, Dominick,” you said, and your voice had a strained quality to it.

“Hmm,” he said, and he pulled his hand away.  “Maybe your new husband would be drunk.  Too many shots on the party bus.  Nervous because it was a big day.”  He pushed your skirt up slowly, slowly.  He glanced up and saw you watching him from under your heavy eyelids.  “Maybe he’d embarrass you by trying to pull the garter off of you with his teeth.”

You had laughed at that, but it was cut short when he pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee, and before long, as his mouth trailed higher and higher, you were moaning and then gasping and then eventually screaming his name.

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Sonny finished his beer and then dragged his feet back towards the reception, but it was already crowded, so he took his seat.  He craned his neck and saw you, or your back, at least.  You were in a blue dress, and judging by the way your neck was bent and your shoulders slumped, you weren’t have a great time either.

He got through dinner, and he braced himself with more beers, only going to the bar after you’d gone.  He didn’t want to ruin the evening for you by running into you. 

But you’d obviously noticed him at some point.  He was sitting alone at his table as everyone else danced or mingled, and he saw you approach him in the now-dark reception hall.  You granted him a tight smile and then held out a fresh bottle of beer, which he accepted. 

“Can I sit?” you asked, and Sonny pulled out the chair beside him for you.  You settled in and turned to give him that same, tight smile.

“How are you?” he asked after a moment, and you shrugged. 

“Okay.  Tired.  It was a long week.”  You glanced at him.  “You know how it is.”

He nodded.  “It’s never-ending.”

You both sat in silence and watched the dancing for a while.  “Amanda came to my office,” you finally said, and Sonny flinched.

“I didn’t tell her to…” he started, but you waved him off. 

“I know.”  You sighed.  “I’m sorry I made an assumption, Sonny.”

He turned to face you, and he was pained by how sad you looked.  “I know why you made the assumption.”  He shook his head.  “I screwed up so much and…”

“Stop.”  You laid a hand on his arm tentatively, and Sonny tried to ignore how it felt to have you touch him, even through his suit jacket and shirt underneath it.  “No more of that.”

He just stared at you, completely unsure what to do.  You looked back at him.  Finally, you turned to watch the dancing, but you shifted your hand until it was grasping his.  He turned his palm so that he could properly hold your hand, and you both sat like that for a few songs.

“What song do you think they’ll play for the garter removal?” he asked.

You snorted.  “I think the bigger question is, ‘is the groom drunk enough to try removing it with his teeth?’”

“Only if his judgmental grandmother is watching.”  He turned to look at you, and you had a dreamy look on your face, like you were remembering that time in the hotel after his friend’s wedding.  After Sonny had gone down on you, you’d had sex – or more appropriately, made love.  It had been languid and slow-paced, and as he had moved in you, it was the first time you said that you loved him.  You had been slow to say it, so he had known that you meant it when you finally did.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” he asked, pleading. 

You only sighed.  “I don’t want to talk, Sonny.  I don’t want to think.  I talk so much.  I talk to clients and prosecutors all day.  I think too much.  I can never turn my brain off.  I just want a good night’s sleep and no talking.”  You squeezed his hand.  “Can we do that instead and talk some other time?” 

Sonny could only nod.  His throat felt so tight that he thought he might cry if he tried to talk.  You smiled at him, and you led him to your table so that you could grab your purse, and then you both left. 

He was quiet in the car ride to your hotel, and quiet in the elevator, and quiet when you unlocked your door and threw the bolt when you shut it.  He watched you wordlessly as you kicked off your shoes and removed your earring and necklace.  Then he watched as you sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

“Is this okay, Sonny?” you asked softly, and he nodded again.  He kicked his own shoes off and shed his suit jacket and tie and belt.  He hesitated a moment.

“Do you want to put your pajamas on?” he asked, and you laughed lightly.

“You should know better than anyone that I don’t wear pajamas in the summer.”

He felt a stirring below the belt but willed it away.  “You want my t-shirt?”

You thought about it and then said yes, so when you were finally settled in the bed together, you were in his t-shirt and your panties, and he was in his boxer briefs.  And it, oddly enough, wasn’t sexy – but it was intimate.  There was some clumsy moments, but you eventually settled into a familiar position:  each of you on your side, facing each other, heads close and knees touching.

You peered at him in the darkness.  “Is this too weird?  I thought maybe it might be weird.  I wanted to talk to you, but didn’t really want to talk, but then I thought it’d be strange to pretend like I didn’t see you…”  You sighed and paused.  “I don’t know how to handle this, Sonny.  We broke up and didn’t see each other for a year, and then you wrote me a letter and I wrote a letter, and then Amanda came to see me, and I don’t know what to do or think…”

“This isn’t weird,” he said with a shake of his head.  “I missed this.”  His voice broke on the final word, and he shut his eyes to keep from tearing up.  “And you’re overthinking – I’m yours.  That’s all I want to be.  We can talk later, but that’s all that really matters to me.  I’m yours.”

He felt your hand reach up and stroke his head, soothing him in that way you had.  He had missed your touch, and it had been so long that it felt decadent to have you dragging your nails against his scalp as you hummed at him.

He reached up and stilled your hand, then pressed it to his mouth.  Then he pulled you to him, holding you tight and just reveling in the moment.  He didn’t press his luck – he didn’t talk anymore, and he didn’t try to escalate it your touching to anything sexual.  He wrapped his arms around you, and you sighed contently and hugged him back, and you both fell asleep like that.  Sonny, remembering your letter, hoped that you felt safe in his arms, and that any dreams you had were sweet ones.

[staarboyyy]

Drowning

amanda young x reader | no pronouns

18+ scenarios / characters - minors dni

tags / warnings ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut

summary ; strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john

word count ; 871

a/n ; a shorter soft fic of one of my favorite characters of all time aka bowie being a useless lesbian

“Bad day?”

Amanda dropped the heavy duffle bag in her left hand with a hard thud to the ground. It was wordless how her eyes lulled towards you, cheeks pink and still streaked with smeared makeup; It didn’t need to be confirmed as she pulled her boots off, kicking them off by your door before treading towards the bed. You sat up, the chain shackles around your wrists gently clattering as you stretched your arms out slightly toward her. Amanda had taken to chaining you to the bed during the night while she was out, despite having been in the workshop for just under a year. You'd grown used to it, the bruises on your wrists fading as the shackles loosened over time, trust slowly trickling from Amanda to you in slow waves. 

“Did something happen?” 

Amanda stayed quiet as she crawled into the large bed, mumbling softly and shaking her head. She hated times like this, where she bared her vulnerability to those she didn’t deem deserving enough to see it, yet when your hands crept towards her, the tears stung her bottom lashes. Your fingers wove into hers, swimming through the cotton sheets, cold meeting warm as silence reached you both. You pursed your lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you moved to lean against the backboard, arm now stretching out to wrap over her shoulder, pulling her slightly closer. The bedroom wasn’t stuffy like the rest of the rooms in the workshop, it was quiet, cleaner than most of the others, and even had a small television that only took VHS. Of course, Amanda would have it no other way, but every now and again, she’d bring some old tapes home for them to watch - You hadn’t seen most of them in some time, Amanda was a classic Disney junkie, and despite the situation, it was - Nice? Atleast something close to it. She nestled her face in your chest, taking slow, trembling breaths as you peered down at her with a quirked brow. 

“‘Manda,”

Only a quiet whimper came in response, her fingers curling around the fabric of your hoodie, hiding her face in her messy hair. She had given you the hoodie when you first arrived, back when she kept you under wraps day and night; It softened as time passed, being washed at Amanda’s house and brought back for you in the morning, smelling like fresh laundry and her subtle perfume. You rested his chin on her head, leaning a bit forward so you could take in slow breaths of the smell of her shampoo.

“I’ve been doing so good, and I just,”

Amanda’s voice was quiet, uncharacteristically meek, fingers tightening on the hoodie and pulling ever so slightly to bring you closer. You obliged naturally as if she hadn’t been the one to take you from your family, use you as a vessel for Jigsaw’s sick message. You held her in your chained arms as if it was the easiest thing in the world, listening to her quiet rambles, keeping her hitched breaths at bay. Your fingers strung through her hair, the smell becoming a strange comfort for you, familiar - Dare you say safe?

A few months ago, someone had tried to hunt you down; Amanda didn’t care for the details. Seeing you on the ground with a smear of a person on top of you had been enough for her to see red, her heartbeat thumping violently in her ears, propelling her forward to swing whatever weapon was closest. It was a metal pipe that slammed hard into the attacker's skull before it fell to the ground. She had never let go of a weapon so quickly, only to fall to her knees and cradle you gently on the floor - She took care of you while you recovered, bandaging your bruises and sterilizing your scratches. For days at a time, she forgot to chain you up, the pair of you falling asleep due to pure exhaustion with one arm around the other, an old movie’s credits rolling on the television. She’d protected you with a biting vengeance, a fierce amount of vindication, curling herself over you like a rabid animal if anyone dared approach you in a violent manner; And now she shaped herself to your frame amongst the sheets, trying to wrestle her jeans off with the intention of getting comfortable in some shape or form - You never commented on her scars, none of them. Once, she had fallen asleep beside you during Bambi, your cold fingertips tracing over the faded marks on her thighs as you watched the movie. When she stirred, you went to pull your wrist back quickly, but she caught your hand, returning it in place. Ever since, you always rested your hand on wherever she allowed it, touching her face, thumb caressing over her wrists - It started small, the rousing butterflies when her dark eyes flitted towards yours with a not-so-well-hidden smile, the way you could feel your cheeks heat up when she worked on her traps in a tank top and boyshorts. It came slowly, slowly, then all at once, in a heaping wave. Though you found solace in drowning if it meant you’d be shackled to Amanda.

[harrywavycurly]

Eternal Obsession Part 1: Evening Stroll

Masterlist: here

TW: Slight obsessive behavior

Tag List: @dream-a-little-nightmare @josephquinnsfreckles @chickenandsheep-blog @sweetmoonlove0214 @justheretoreadleavemealone @eddiesgirlforever @ali-r3n @joantje @mrsjellymunson @munsons-mayhem28 @manda-panda-monium @cherrymedicine13

A/N: I am so excited for this mini series! There’s going to only be six parts and you’ll get a new update once a week the last one being on Halloween! I hope y’all enjoy this first look at Vampire Eddie and also in this series it’s modern day and you’ll get more details on when Eddie was turned as the series goes on✨

Eddie lets out a sigh as he zips up his leather jacket before walking down his driveway towards the sidewalk. He might not be able to feel how cold it is outside but he can tell by the orange and brown leaves taking over the ground that there’s a chill in the air and he likes to do what he can to blend in with the people of Hawkins as best he can even if it means wearing a ridiculous jacket that doesn’t do anything for him besides be a source of annoyance. He returns a semi friendly smile to his neighbor Greg who’s putting his trash by the curb, he’s always enjoyed having him as a neighbor because he never actually talks to Eddie but he’s always polite and offers a wave or a smile when he sees him.

Eddie relaxes as he starts on his now routine evening walk around his neighborhood and downtown Hawkins. He likes how peaceful and empty everything is at this time of night, when everyone is getting ready to turn in for the evening. He doesn’t ever have a route in mind for these walks he kinda just goes where he feels drawn to the most and tonight that means he’s turning left at the end of his street, leading him to a dead end at the beginning of the forest that eventually would take him all the way to Lover’s Lake if he kept his path. He raises an eyebrow as he looks around the trees as he takes a few steps into the forest, something isn’t right but he isn’t quite sure what.

“Oh fuck.” His ears twitch a bit as he hears a voice mumble from what sounds to be at least a few hundred feet away from where he’s stood. “That’s just great.” The voice adds with a bit of concern mixed in with what he can only guess is sarcasm. Eddie’s feet lead the way and within a few seconds he’s a mere few feet away from where the voice is coming from.

“Do you need-“ Eddie stops talking the moment you turn around and face him, your eyes lock with his and at that very moment Eddie swears a chill ran up his spine. Eddie notes the way your cheeks get flushed as you break eye contact with him making him smile as he thinks he quite likes the way you look when you blush.

“Do you need some help?” Eddie asks again as he looks around at what appears to be a very sad excuse for a campsite of some sort. “Bit cold for a night in the woods isn’t it?” He asks as he bends down and picks up a lantern that had been knocked over.

“I’m not spending the night out here.” You explain as you turn and watch him turn on the lantern allowing you to see his face for the first time. You have to remind yourself to breathe as Eddie’s eyes find yours as he lightly chuckles before offering you a smile. “I uhm…” you take a calming breath as you look away from him after grabbing the lantern from his hand, mentally taking a note at how cold it was when your fingers brushed with his. “I’m uh..erm..star.. stargazing.” Eddie takes a small step towards you as you struggle to form complete sentences.

Eddie takes this moment to really look at you, he doesn’t know why but he’s overcome with the urge to pull you into his arms and never let you go. He doesn’t know what’s happening as he gets hit with an emotion his hasn’t felt for decades, nervousness. He tilts his head to the side as he watches you struggle to compose yourself and he can’t help the laugh that escapes his lips as you let out a huff and turn so your back is now facing him.

“Stop doing that.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at your request as he takes another step towards you.

“Doing what?” He asks as his curiosity gets the best of him as he reaches his hand out and places it on your shoulder turning you around so he can once again look at your face that’s being illuminated by your lantern.

“Making my mind all mushy.” Eddie carefully reaches his hand that’s on your shoulder up to your face so he’s every so gently caressing your cheek. You flinch at how cold his hand is but you get over it quickly as you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“Mushy?” He questions as you reach up and place your free hand over his that’s still on your face. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to elaborate on that sweetheart.” He smiles as he hears your heartbeat almost sound like it fluttered as the word sweetheart slipped out of his mouth.

“I know it’s a vampire thing.” You close your eyes as you speak, hoping it’ll help you get control of your thoughts enough to be able to have a normal conversation. “You can make people’s thoughts all cluttered and make them confused and disoriented.” Eddie studies your face as a small wrinkle appears between your brows as you slowly open your eyes and instead of the soft gaze he was expecting he’s met with a hard glare. “It’s rude.” You snap as you drop your hand from top of his making him frown at the slight loss of contact.

“Am I making you disoriented?” He asks as his thumb begins gently rubbing over your cheek bone. Eddie doesn’t know what’s happening as he fights the urge to grab your face with his other hand and pull you into a kiss, he hasn’t had these urges since his human days and he’s confused as to why one look from you has almost sent him back in time as his heart feels like it’s getting closer and closer to actually beating with each second he stares into your eyes.

“Just uhm a little.” You know he can tell you’re lying but you don’t really care as Eddie’s almost dazzling beauty finally hits you when you raise your lantern up allowing his jawline and smooth skin to get hit by the light.

“You’re beautiful.” You’re caught off guard at his compliment making you blush and look down at your boot clad feet. “On second thought.” Eddie’s hand slides from your cheek down to beneath your chin so he can make it to where you’re looking up at him again. “Beautiful isn’t good enough…I don’t think there’s a word that accurately describes how…you look to me.” You feel your hand that’s holding the lantern fall to your side as Eddie’s sweet breath fans across your face making your knees begin to feel weak as he slowly places his other hand on your face so you can’t look away from him.

“Who-” your voice is more like a whisper as your knees finally give out on you causing your lantern to fall to the ground with a soft thud, but before you can even think about hitting the ground Eddie’s arms wrap around your middle holding you up. “Who are you?” Eddie just laughs and shakes his head at how silly he’s been having not introduced himself to you yet.

“Please forgive me I normally have better manners.” You watch him smile as he helps you get steady on your feet again. “I’m Eddie Munson.” His name is one you feel like you’ve heard before making Eddie raise an eyebrow at your confused look.

“The mechanic?” You ask after you quickly introduce yourself making Eddie laugh and nod his head, everyone in this town knows him as just being a mechanic. “You’re friends with Steve Harrington right?” Eddie feels a sense of jealousy overtake him as he rolls his eyes and releases his hold on your waist.

“Friend is a strong word.” Eddie argues as you take a seat on the fold out chair you’d brought so you could sit comfortably and watch the stars. “Just because we are both vampires doesn’t mean we are friends.” He adds as he takes a look around your little set up, he smiles as he finds a notebook sitting on top of a backpack that says “important things” in what he can only assume is your handwriting. His mind begins to wonder what kind of things you deem important enough to be write about in the notebook but before his curiosity could get the best of him he takes a few steps so he’s standing in front of you.

“Don’t you guys sort of stick together?” You ask shyly as you look down at your hands that are in your lap, needing a minute to breathe normally before you look him in the eyes again.

“Some form little gangs.” Eddie chuckles to himself at his use of the word gang, the crowd Steve hung out with is far from a gang. In reality they’re just a bunch of misfits who think they run Hawkins but the embarrassing truth is that Hawkins is just incredibly boring so they don’t have much to do besides annoy the locals any chance they can get.

“But not you?” Eddie bends down so he’s face to face with you while you’re sat in your chair. He places a hand on your knee and you’re not sure why but you find yourself reaching for his hand so you can place your smaller one on top of his.

“No not me.” He answers as you flip his hand so it’s palm up allowing you to interlock your fingers with his. “I like to keep to myself.” You smile when he gives your hand a small squeeze.

“This doesn’t look like you keeping to yourself.” Eddie just shrugs as you look at your hand in his wondering if he’s bothered by how warm your skin is compared to the coldness of his.

“Meeting you has changed me.” You know his words should spark some sort of confusion or at least a slight sense of worry in your mind but yet you find yourself feeling the exact opposite. “You have awoken something inside of me that I thought died a long time ago.” His voice is like velvet as it brings you a sense of warmth that you can’t help but find comfort in.

“I don’t understand.” You mumble making Eddie laugh.

“Isn’t it thrilling? Not knowing?” You feel a gust of wind as Eddie quickly and effortlessly picks you up and places you in his lap as he sits in the chair you were just occupying. “I don’t know what it is about you that has me feeling like this but I’ll figure it out eventually.” You feel his arms snake around your middle pulling you closer to him so your back is flush against his hard chest.

“Feeling like what?” Eddie leans his head down as you speak so his nose is tucked in your hair allowing him to be engulfed in your scent.

“Like death would be easier than being away from you.” Eddie frowns when he feels a shiver run through your body reminding him that unlike him you can feel the chill in the air and his abnormal body temperature isn’t helping.

“You feel that way about me after meeting me not even an hour ago?” Your voice betrays you as it makes you sound like you’re in awe of what Eddie just told you instead of the alarmed tone you meant for it to have.

“Yes? Is it not like that for humans?” He asks as he wraps his jacket around your shoulders allowing there to be extra fabric between your body and his hoping it’ll help warm you up.

“Not exactly.” Eddie’s brows furrow as he begins slowly running his hands up and down your arms.

“There’s love at first sight isn’t there? I distinctively remember learning about that when I was still alive.” You roll your eyes at the idea of love at first sight because there’s no way that’s what happened between the two of you, it has to be more of a vampire thing than just a love thing.

“Well yeah but that’s for humans.” You argue as you get comfortable in Eddie’s lap. Eddie just smiles as you rest your head on his shoulder so you can look up at the sky.

“I was human once.” Eddie whispers in your ear causing your cheeks to get warm at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie just hums in response as you all of a sudden become aware of the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“I won’t let anything harm you…including myself.” Eddie promises as if he can hear your thoughts but really he can just hear the way your heartbeat began to accelerate and your pulse quickened. “Ever.” He adds in hopes it’ll help you relax and to his surprise and yours you do find his words making you feel at ease.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is quiet as you look at the stars as Eddie tightens his hold on you ever so slightly.

“I just knew where to go.” He explains because he hasn’t really got a logical answer. “I just went for a walk and wound up here.” You just nod as you place your hands over his that are resting in your lap. “How come you didn’t scream when you saw me? I know vampires aren’t a rare sighting but still you didn’t even try to run.” You feel your face get hot as Eddie asks you a question that you know the answer to is just going to feed into the already oddly intense relationship the two of you have.

“I knew you weren’t going to hurt me.” Eddie smiles as he leans back so he can look up at the sky. “I honestly felt relieved when I first saw you.” You mumble but you know Eddie heard you loud and clear.

“Relieved?” You just nod and Eddie smirks as he looks down at you just to find you’re already looking up at him. “I thought you were feeling…what was the word? Disoriented?” He teases making you roll your eyes.

“That was afterwards.” Eddie takes in every detail of your face so he can think back on it later as you give him a small smile. “But first I felt this sense of relief as if..I’d been waiting for you my whole life I just…didn’t know it until I saw you.” Eddie swears his heart almost leaped out of his chest at your confession, a silly thought since his heart hasn’t been functional in over forty years.

“Well I’m here now.” You watch him lean down so the tip of his nose gently brushed against yours. “And I’m always going to be here.” He smiles before he ever so softly places a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Forever?” Eddie knows your version of forever and his are entirely different so he just smiles as he leans in to place a kiss to your rosy cheek.

“Didn’t you come here to stargaze? I’ve been extremely rude and distracting to you and I apologize.” You can tell he’s changing the subject but you don’t mind as you look away from him and back up at the stars. A wave of exhaustion threatens to take you under into a deep sleep as the realization of the situation hits that you’re sitting in the woods with Eddie Munson, who is a vampire that seems to be in love with you and you don’t really mind because you might possibly feel the same.

[orionsstory]

girl from mars | cygnus (02)

yayyy chapter two is finished !! and it's like double the last chapter whoops. will be posted on ao3 (whenever the site is back up rip) ---

Dawn is awoken by the noise of something falling in the other room. She slowly blinked her eyes open, her vision coming into focus as she saw Amanda stumbling out of her room. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white button-up, and her red hair was put up in a low bun. She looked beautiful. "'Manda?" She groaned out, attempting to sit up but was stopped by Violet, who was lying on her chest.

"Good morning," Amanda hummed as she rummaged around the kitchen, "sorry, I'm in a rush. Fucking alarm didn't go off. I have some leftovers for you in the fridge, and don't go anywhere- I don't want you getting lost." She slid on a low pair of heels, came back over the couch, and leaned over to pet Violet.

"I'll be back in about 8 hours, okay? I left my phone number on the kitchen counter in case you need anything. Just call."

"Okay..." Dawn yawned, staring up at her with wonder.

Amanda smiled brightly, it reminded Dawn of the Sun. She lazily smiled back at her, barely registering the sound of the front door shutting and locking as she fell back asleep.

-

Dawn woke up a few hours later, and a glance towards the clock read 10:13 am. She groaned as she shifted on the couch, Violet meowing in protest.

"Sorry Vi..." She mumbled, scratching in between the cat's ears. Violet settled back down, her purrs seemed to vibrate through Dawn's entire being. It made her giggle. She lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling before her stomach rumbled, interrupting her and her thoughts.

She stood up, apologizing to Violet who was forced off of her spot. She stumbled into the bathroom, struggling to open the packaging her toothbrush was in. She cursed as she finally got through the plastic, accidentally cutting herself on a part of it. She was finally able to brush her teeth, grimacing at the taste of the toothpaste. Gross, maybe human stuff wasn't as good as she thought.

She made her way to the kitchen, Violet following on her heels. She rummaged through the fridge, trying to find the food Amanda had left for her. "Leftovers...leftovers...left...overs." She muttered as her eyes scanned the contents of the fridge. She didn't really understand what the word meant...but she figured it couldn't be too hard to figure out. She took out a container that looked like it contained some noodles, figuring this was probably a leftover she took it out.

She rummaged around for a fork, sitting down on the couch as she looked around. She knew Amanda had a tv, which meant she had to have something to turn it on with. She picked up a small black object on the side table, turning it over in her hand. She pressed a button at the top, and the TV flickered to life. Huh, remotes had gotten smaller compared to the ones she learned about in school. At least most of the buttons on it seemed to be the same.

"YouTube...Netflix...are these...channels?" She murmured, flicking through the carousel. She clicked on one, YouTube, and was brought to a page filled with several little videos. Dawn clicked on a random one, letting it play as she ate the cold noodles. Her attention was glued to the video, fascinated by it. The next few hours passed as she watched more and more videos, this was so much more interesting than her professors had described. Humans were so intriguing, she'd have to ask Amanda more about it when she got back.

The video playing ended, and the next one started autoplaying. It wasn't a video containing people talking like the last ones, but it was a song. It sounded so different from the human music that her professors had shown her, and in her opinion, this sounded a lot better. The artist's songs kept playing and Dawn found herself falling more and more in love with the music. It was so different from the music from her home planet, she found herself paying attention to every lyric and melody. The next few hours flew by without her even noticing.

-

"I'm home!" Amanda called out as she entered the room, slinging her bag off of her shoulder and dropping it beside the doorway. She paused, looking over towards Dawn. "Are...are you listening to Taylor Swift?"

Dawn looked back at her, shrugging her shoulders. She handed Amanda the remote as she leaned over the couch, the other girl scrolling through the recently played.

"Jesus, you've listened to like...a whole album." Amanda chuckled, "Did you like it?"

She enthusiastically nods, "You guys have such good music here, it's so different from our music back home. I've heard human music before but...nothing like this!"

Amanda took a seat next to her on the couch, "What kind of music? Do you remember any of the song names?"

Dawn thought for a moment, she remembered the song she had liked the most started with a B. "B...Blandy? No, that's not right...something with 'fine girl', that's all I remember."

"Brandy?" Amanda suggests, and Dawn snaps her fingers. "Brandy! That's it! I mean, don't get me wrong I liked it, but it was nothing like this."

Amanda chuckles, "That's probably because that song is like, 50 years old. Music has changed a lot since then. I'll have to show you some of my favorites sometime."

Dawn grinned, "Please! I'd love that."

Amanda softly smiled, stretching as she got up. "Okay, let me go change and then I'll cook us some dinner- did you find the food I left for you?"

"I did. It was such an interesting texture...also kind of cold."

"Sorry about that," she heard Amanda call from the other room, "usually people eat it hot, but I didn't have the time to teach you how to work the microwave."

Amanda reappeared from her room, dressed in a tank top and pair of sweatpants. "You're really pretty." Dawn couldn't stop herself from blurting it out, she felt slightly embarrassed until she saw the smile on Amanda's face.

"Thanks, Dawn. You're not too bad yourself." She laughed, making her way to the kitchen. Dawn jumped off the couch and followed behind her eagerly. "What to make...what to make..." Amanda muttered, looking up at her cabinets. Dawn mimicked her movements, carefully watching her.

"How do you feel about grilled cheese?"

"Grilled...cheese?"

"It's just two pieces of bread and some cheese in between...sometimes I put bacon on mine if I'm feeling fancy. Well, it's vegan bacon. I can get some regular bacon for you to try sometime."

Dawn nodded along, pretending to have some sort of idea of what those ingredients were.

"Grilled cheese...sounds good."

Dawn watched as Amanda pulled out all the ingredients, setting them aside on the counter. She motioned for Dawn to come closer.

"Do you wanna help?"

Dawn eagerly nodded, standing beside Amanda. Amanda instructed her to take out the bread and cheese while she cooked the bacon. Dawn carefully put the pieces of cheese on the bread while she watched Amanda cook. The bacon sizzled in the pan, Dawn hid behind Amanda as some of the oil hit her skin.

"Sorry about that, you've gotta be careful when frying stuff." Amanda apologized, turning off the stove as she slid the bacon onto a plate. She instructed Dawn to place the bacon onto the sandwiches while she cleaned the pan. Dawn took the utmost care in the work, making sure everything was equal and fair.

Amanda then had Dawn cut off a small sliver of butter and put it into the frying pan, she then watched as Amanda carefully picked up one of the sandwiches with the spatula, sliding it into the pan. She pressed the sandwich down with the spatula, a hissing sound coming from the pan. Dawn backed away again.

"Don't worry! That's normal- promise." Amanda's smile comforted her, coaxing her to come forward again. She watched as Amanda flipped the sandwich, the side that was previously down was now a brown color, crispy. After another minute or so, she put the sandwich on a plate.

"Do you wanna try the other one?"

"Uhh..."

"Don't worry, I'll be here to help you."

With reassurance, she stepped forward. She copied the steps from before, slicing the butter before carefully sliding the sandwich into the pan.

"How do I know when to flip it?"

Amanda shrugged, "You kinda just have to keep lifting it up to make sure it's not burnt. As you do it more you'll get a better idea of how long it takes. Grilled cheese doesn't usually take too long."

Dawn nodded, paying careful attention to her words as she lifted the sandwich with the spatula, peeking under. She put it back down for another few seconds before checking again, flipping it over.

"Like that?"

"Perfect!"

Dawn flushed, a smile growing across her face. She almost forgot to take the sandwich off, but luckily she caught it just in time. She proudly showed it off to Amanda who clapped for her, praising Dawn. She almost didn't want it to stop, but alas, it did.

The two sat on the couch, Amanda clicking on the TV. "Did you wanna watch anything specific?"

Dawn shook her head, "I don't remember the name of anything I watched. We can just watch something you like."

Amanda hummed, clicking on some TV show that Dawn didn't know. She slowly bit into her sandwich, processing the taste. It felt a bit weird in her mouth but she liked it, the cheese felt kind of strange, but not in a bad way.

"Is it good? Do you like it?"

Dawn nodded, "It's so...weird. But not in a bad way, it's really good! It's all like...clingy."

Amanda chuckled, "That's cause the cheese is all melted, when some stuff gets all hot it'll cling onto the stuff it's between."

"Ohhh." Dawn nodded along, turning her attention back to whatever was playing on the television. "What are we watching?"

"The Bachelor. Basically, all these women are competing to marry this guy- it's such a shitty show but it's so good."

"Do they stay married?"

Amanda laughed, "No. Not most of the time, anyway. But it's fun for the drama. They have a version with guys competing for the girl as well."

"So...are they actors?"

"No, they're real people chosen for a show, they're not playing a character. It's called reality TV- shows like Survivor or Big Brother. We'll have to watch those too."

Dawn nodded along, just happy to spend more time with Amanda. She knew so much about this, Dawn found it impressive. She was patient with her, explaining the things she didn't understand or certain slang she didn't know.

"Oh! Before I forget, I have something for you." Amanda jumped up from the couch, rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a sleek device and handed it to Dawn. She turned it over in her hand, clicking it on.

"Isn't this a phone?"

It was thinner and sleeker than the chunky phones with cords she had learned about. It was fascinating to see the evolution of human technology.

"Yup! I got it from Sapphira, I figured you'd need one so you can contact me throughout the day. Plus, now that we can talk and now that you have GPS, you can start working on your ship!"

Dawn launched across the couch and enveloped her in a hug, grinning wildly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! How does it work?"

Amanda spent the next hour teaching Dawn how her phone worked (it can scan her face, how neat!) and setting it up. Now she had Amanda's number and could bug her at any time, something she'd be sure to make use of. She got to set up her wallpapers- a pretty space theme, of course.

"So...I know I said we'd get you some clothes today, but it's late and I'm a bit too tired for that. But, I was thinking, maybe tomorrow we can go shopping instead? I mean, don't get me wrong I don't mind you wearing mine, but I thought it might be nice for you- to do like a human activity. Does that make sense?"

"Like...like at a mall and everything?"

Amanda nodded and Dawn lit up. "I've wanted to go to a mall so bad, please can we go?"

"Okay, okay, we'll leave around noon tomorrow. We can get lunch and then go shopping. We'll make a whole day out of it."

"Sounds fun," Dawn mumbled, having returned to munching on her sandwich.

The rest of the night flew by, as time often did with Amanda. They watched another episode of The Bachelor, Dawn watched with interest as Amanda yelled at a man on screen- for what, Dawn didn't know, but she found it amusing nonetheless. After that, Dawn helped Amanda do the dishes (where she found out a soap shared her name- it has ducks on it!), which Dawn found fun despite the fact that she ended up spraying most of the water on herself. In her defense, those hose things were hard to operate!

Amanda let her take a shower after that, giving Dawn the basic rundown. It was easy enough- it was different from the way they did things back home but they had talked about it in classes. It was strange to actually act it out, though. Dawn carefully dried her body and hair, the soft towel felt so comforting.

Now, she was lying on the couch, enveloped in her soft blankets. She smelled like Amanda now- she couldn't explain why, but it brought a sense of comfort to her. She had to fight not to fall asleep, but the sound of the shower was lulling her to sleep. She wanted to stay awake- to tell Amanda goodnight. But as Violet curled up onto her, she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

-

She woke up the next morning to the sound of Amanda talking to someone, muffled by the closed door. She slowly blinked her eyes open to clear her vision, scratching Violet between her ears. Violet purred, rubbing her head against Dawn's hand. "Mornin' Vi." She yawned, stretching her arms.

She gently sat up as Violet scurried off of her, running a hand through her messy hair. She heard Amanda thanking someone before the talking stopped and she emerged from her room. She was dressed casually in a purple tank top with a daisy and a black skirt, contrasted by her bright ginger hair resting on her shoulders.

"Oh! Morning Dawn, I was just about to wake you. I left you some clothes on my bed for you to wear out. I don't really know what your style is, so I hope they're good enough."

Anything Amanda picked out for her would be good enough, but she didn't tell her that. It was too embarrassing, she didn't want to come off as clingy. She scurried off into the bathroom after picking up the clothes and getting ready. She tapped the bracelet and morphed into her human form. She brushed out her black hair, opting to leave it down, and shredded her old clothes to put on the ones that Amanda gave her. It was a matching purple tank top and some shorts that she was pretty sure were denim.

She emerged from Amanda's room, "What do you think?"

Amanda gasped, her eyes lighting up. "You look so cute! And look, we match!"

Dawn blushed at that, nodding and giggling along with her.

"So, all ready to go?"

Dawn nodded and followed Amanda as they exited the apartment. She tried to follow closely behind Amanda as she led the two down the streets of the city, growing busier and busier as they got closer into the city. It began to be harder to keep up with her as the crowds increased and Dawn had to stand on her tiptoes to try and see the ginger.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed hers. She looked up, greeted by the ginger she was looking for. "Don't want you gettin' lost." She spoke, smiling brightly at her. Dawn was too flustered to speak, only gently nodding in response.

Amanda then led them underground, Dawn's eyes widening at the fluorescent lighting and grunge. She was even more shocked when she saw what looked like a train stationed farther down.

"Ever been on the subway before?" Amanda swiped her card through something, beckoning Dawn to go through. "No- I've heard of it though. Almost didn't think it was real." She called back as she went through the thing, patiently waiting at the end for Amanda.

"Buckle up, it's an...experience for sure."

They linked hands again, and Amanda led her to the crowded platform. She glanced around at the people, observing them. The chatter and noise of the subway was a bit overwhelming, she knew places could get busy but she didn't know it would feel like this. People pushed and bumped into her, it made her panic slightly, clinging onto Amanda's hand.

Amanda pulled her closer to her, "Rush hour. It'll be less crowded on our way back."

Dawn nodded, her attention now pulled by a train pulling up to the platform. It made a huffing noise as the doors opened, Amanda tugging her inside. She quickly snagged seats for the two of them, letting Dawn take the side closest to the door. She watched as Amanda pulled something out of her bag, placing one in her ear.

"It's an earbud, we use it for music." She explained, handing the other one to Dawn. Dawn copied her movements, placing the device in her other ear. Amanda adjusted it slightly before pressing something on her phone. Suddenly, Dawn's ear was filled with music, her eyes widened a little in shock as Amanda softly chuckled.

The ride was nice, Dawn enjoyed looking out the window even though the scenery didn't change much- mostly dark tunnel interrupted by the occasional platform. They passed a few more stops before Amanda tugged her up, leaving the train at the next stop. They passed back up to the busy street and Amanda led her towards a large building, pushing open the door.

Dawn was in awe- the place was massive. Several floors were filled with bright lights and colors, and people flooded in and out of the various stores. It captivated her. She almost forgot she could move until Amanda gently tugged her along, saying something about getting a bite to eat. She got to ride on moving stairs (she almost got stuck at the top though, it was a close call) and be pulled further into the large building. Her eyes shone as Amanda led her to a giant opening, tables filling the middle of the room and restaurants lining the walls.

"Do you want to try anything in particular?"

Her brain zeroed back in on Amanda, trying to process what she said. She shook her head 'no', watching as Amanda stood there in thought.

"We can do the chicken place, I think you might like chicken."

"Sounds interesting..." She mumbled, her eyes still wide as she gazed over all the choices. She followed Amanda's lead, navigating through the crowd until they reached a restaurant. The place was bright red, and had a smell coming from it- she didn't know what exactly it was, but it smelled delicious. She silently watched as Amanda ordered for the both of them, only letting go of her hand when Amanda handed her a cup.

"It's for your drink- there's a drink station over there," Amanda explained, gesturing with her other hand as she got out her wallet.

Dawn made her way over, looking at all the choices. She didn't know what any of them were, but she did see a larger clear tube in the middle- for ice, perhaps? She was proven correct as ice tumbled (very loudly, may she say) into the cup. She then perused her choices, settling on 'root beer'. She gently pressed her cup against the little bar, smiling to herself as the drink filled up.

She pulled it away once the drink was filled, turning to Amanda who had just approached.

"I figured it out! Ice and everything!" She proudly beamed, showing the cup to Amanda.

"Wow, you're better at picking things up than some of the kids I used to babysit." She smiled, repeating the process for her own drink. She then collected tops, placing Dawns for her. She then led Dawn over to a nearby table to wait as Amanda left to go wait for their food. It took a few minutes, but eventually, Amanda returned and set down a box and a container in front of her.

"What's this?"

"Chicken nuggets and fries." She responded, sliding another thing towards her. "This is ranch, you can dip your nuggets in it."

She tried the food, her eyes lighting up. Amanda smiled as she dug into her own food, "So you like it?" Dawn excitedly nodded, feverishly grinning.

"How do you always seem to know what I'll like?"

"I just treat you like a toddler. We'll work on expanding your palette later."

Dawn nodded, pretending to understand what she was referencing. If she treated her like a toddler, did that mean she cared for her in a motherly sense? Maybe, but it seemed unlikely. Amanda didn't seem to have any motherly instincts, or really any strong survival instincts if she thought about it.

They finished eating and linked hands again as Amanda led her around the mall, down the seemingly never-ending corridors. Stores were crammed into every space possible, some filled with clothes, some filled with food, and some filled with novelty items- Dawn found them all fascinating, but none in particular caught her eye. They move up a floor, and the same thing- nothing in particular catches her interest. She goes into a few stores, but it all seems too...boring. She almost gives up hope on finding something she'll like.

That is until they hit the fourth floor.

"Whoa...what is that place?" She stops in place, staring up at the store in front of her.

"Hot Topic? Do you wanna go in?"

She nodded, still looking in wonder at the store. They stepped inside, the store was dark and edgy, music blaring from the speakers and clothes lined the walls. They had a mix of dark and muted clothes and bright ones- it was perfect. Dawn picked up a sweater, holding it in her hands and feeling the soft material.

"Do you want it?" Amanda piped up, leaning over her shoulder. Dawn nodded, still looking over it in awe. Amanda gestured to hand the sweater to her which Dawn complied with. She asked her what kind of fit she wanted, oversized or a proper fit, and helped her pick out the right size. They repeated this process, Dawn picking out things that interested her and Amanda helping her find the correct sizing. She ended up with a mixture of darker and more colorful clothes, some skirts, and a few pairs of tights.

It was an hour or so later when they exited the store, Amanda carrying a majority of their bags. They continued to walk around, stopping at a few more stores to pick up some shoes and other items for her. They ended up back in the food court two hours later, slumped at a table, and finally finished.

"So...how did you afford all this? If you don't mind me asking. I assume this stuff is expensive, right?" Dawn piped up, looking at Amanda.

"Oh, I didn't. Sapphira did- she said I could borrow her card and pay her back."

"Sapphira? The same one who gave me the phone?"

Amanda nodded, "Same one- she's a good friend, you'll probably meet her sometime soon. We hang out a lot."

"What does she do? I mean she must make a lot of money."

Amanda shrugged. "None of us really know. We know she's involved in a lot of stuff, but we don't know why. She's a bit mysterious."

Dawn simply nodded, stretching in her chair. Amanda was looking around the court when her eyes lit up, suddenly standing up. "Wait here- I want you to try something. I'll be right back!" She watched as Amanda disappeared into the crowd of people, sitting there a bit confused. She fiddled a bit with her phone, still trying to get used to it.

Soon enough Amanda came back, two brown drinks in her hand. She pushed one of them toward Dawn as she sat down opposite of her. "Try it, I think you'll like it!"

Dawn took the cup from her, gingerly taking a sip. It tasted...sweet. Very sweet, but very good.

"What is this?"

"Brown sugar milk tea with boba pearls." Amanda grinned, sipping her own drink. "It's good, right? Oh, chew the pearls by the way. Don't choke." She softly laughed, Dawn soon learned what she meant when one of the pearls came up the straw. It was such a strange texture...so chewy...it was odd, but she liked it.

"It's certainly interesting...we don't have anything like this on my planet."

"It's gotten pretty popular here recently, so I'm not surprised. I'm glad you like it though. Do you guys have malls on your planet?"

Dawn shook her head. "Not really. Most of our shopping is done...well, I guess the equivalent would be online for you all. We order things and it sort of just...materializes."

"Whoa...that sounds handy. Wish we had something like that."

She shrugged, "I don't know. I like the socialization of it all. On my planet, we don't really go out much. Public places often serve one purpose, you don't go there to hang out, you know? It's much more formal."

"So...how do you hang out with your friends?"

"Honestly it's not super common. It's mostly just communicating, you don't usually regularly see people unless it's a partner or your family. That's why Jay is my closest friend, they're my cousin. Maybe I'll invite them down here when I get things set up...I'm sure they'd love it here."

Amanda frowned. "That's kind of sad. I couldn't imagine not hanging out with my friends."

"Yeah, that's why I'm so intrigued by Earth and humans. I wondered what it was like and honestly...I agree with you. It's so much more fun to go out for things. I used to only go out to go to school."

"Well, I'll just have to bring you along with me. Show you all the fun stuff we've got here." Amanda smiled, causing her to smile that as well. "I'll hold you to that."

-

The subway was much more calm on the ride back, Dawn's head on Amanda's shoulder and the bags strewn between their legs. Amanda's music softly played through the earbuds, the sound almost lulling Dawn to sleep. The exhaust from the day began to hit her, and Amanda had to practically tug her along back to the apartment.

"Don't go limp on me now, we're almost back!" She laughed, Dawn groaning in reply. They eventually made it home, the last thing Dawn remembered was napping on the couch while Amanda made dinner in the kitchen.