#oh and i will say - at least she’s never puked in *my* bed

[seagulley]

why must dogs prefer vomiting on soft surfaces? asking for a friend

[thatwritterbeach]

One messed up bat .3

Dc masterlist

Batfam x reader x Jason Todd eventually

Summary: the batfam's approach to Y/n self harming. She makes a run for it, doens't get far of course

Warnings: self harm, self hate, innuendos, 18+ talk, Jason making passes at Y/n

A/n: I do not own dc wah

"I'll be out in a second." At least she'd cleaned up quick. Her eyes were bloodshot from puking but that was easy to pass off for just tears, she's already brushed her teeth and the bathroom was free of evidence. With a deep breath she opened the door to Jason leaning against the frame.

"I punched him for ya, Dick wouldn't let me get in more than one but I'll try again later," he tried to joke but she knew from the blood on his knuckles it was true.

"You didn't have to, I'm sorry I put a back slide in your healing-"

"You didn't do shit, pretty, it was all him, sure we'd been slowly makin' amends but I don't need him. I need you happy and safe, and he can't do either."

"I'm fine, or I'll be fine, or whatever it is you wanna hear, thank you for sticking up for me-"

"I can't let ya hurt yourself, sweets. Dick and I have decided on a plan," he said grabbing one of her hands to pull her over to her bed. She sat on the edge ready to bolt if she needed.

"You two making plans is never a good sign..."

"We're gonna move in here-"

"Oh hell no, we'll all kill each other!"

"We'll manage, for you. We'll take out old rooms, I promise not to smother Bruce with a pillow in his sleep and we can take turns sitting with you-"

"I'm not a child-" He stopped her with a pointed look, his eyes dropping just for a second to her chest.

"I know that-"

"Don't look at my boobs when you say that you weirdo."

"Stop interrupting. When should I look at your boobs then," he said then cringed at himself.

"Uh, um, I don't know? Not -I mean, this isn't a porno bro, so unless you wanna help me get unstuck from the dryer-"

"Ha, you saw that one too," he cut her off with a panicked laugh. His hand working through his hair.

"Just the memes, I don't watch-you know what never mind. Don't look at my tits-"

"Why is he looking at your...um," Dick accused in that 'I'm her older brother I will kill you with a spoon voice'.

"Can we just back to my self harm," she begged burying her face in her hands in embarrassment.

"Yes please," Jason said with relief. Dick was glaring at him, then used a finger to slash across his throat in the universal I'll kill you gesture.

"Anyway, Tim is laying out the ground rules for Bruce. Which is he's not allowed to be in any room alone with you, he doesn't get any shifts as your emotional support buddy-"

"Babysitter."

"-and he's grounded from the cave until we track down the joker and cut him into tiny pieces," Dick continued like she said nothing.

"Damian agreed to drug him if we had to, to avoid the no kill rule," Jason clarified.

"You guys are the best, none-legal, half-step-adopted-but-not-really-sibling-friends a girl could ask for. But you don't need to hunt for him, I know just where he is. I was gonna deliver his head to Jason for his birthday."

"You were gonna give me head-shit I mean a head for my birthday," Jason stuttered. The others blinked at him then Dick smacked him upside the head and Y/n started laughing.

"What is it with you? Do you need to get laid that badly? I'm nothing to look at you dork," she said with disturbing ease, shaking her head like she was scolding a puppy.

"Don't say that," Dick chided sitting on the bed and pulling her sideways into his lap. She flopped over onto him awkwardly with her arms pinned to her sides by him so she couldn't wiggle free.

"I think you're gorgeous, sweets." She snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah, right my family says I'm not ugly and I'm just supposed to take their word for it, nice try. The only person in this house that doesn't lie is Damian."

"I'd prove it to you if buzz kill wasn't here."

"Dude!"

"Oh my God, enough with the sex talk! Tim might hear-"

"Hear what?"

"Ok, seriously does the robin training include popping up at bad times did I miss that lesson?"

"Why are you just now getting the sex talk," Tim asked with a shit eating grin, little fucker knew something. She narrowed her eyes at him but his grin stayed.

"No, Jason keeps making passes like a damn player," Dick explained.

"Bout time," Tim said flopping himself down on her bed on his stomach.

"hardly a time for jokes, Tim-"

"No really, he loves you, you love him just kiss already-"

"You are so dead," Dick shouted rolling her off to the side to make a grab for Jason, who's instincts kicked in and had him out the door in a blink. Their footsteps could be heard pounding down the hall followed by a few crashes.

"Alfred's gonna be pissed," Tim said like he didn't just start it.

"Dude what the hell, why would you lie about something like that," she whispered shouted at him.

"I know you love him-"

"But he doesn't love me you little shit, it's horrible for you to start trouble."

"Speaking of trouble just how much damage did you cause before Jason got up here?"

"A little."

"Let me see."

"No."

"Then I'll just have the others hold you down-"

"Fine fine, when did you get so mean. I swear just last week you weren't saying more than two words to me," she grumbled rolling her shorts up to show him the bandages. They were shallow so no blood had soaked through but he pulled a knife from his pocket to cut them away and check any how.

"I'm sorry I've-we've all been distant with you, but you just seemed so...okay. I mean before Dick pissed you off your voice echoed down the halls as you sang. Every time I passed you you were dancing. You baked cookies with Alfred every other day- I just... I'm sorry I couldn't read between the lines," he said wadding up the gauze and letting her wounds get some air.

"Tim, the singing and dancing and the fake smiles were meant to throw you off, there was no between the lines," she explained softly.

He didn't respond just continues to look at her cuts, the burn scars and what he was really hoping wasn't words carved into her skin, they were so faded they blended with the stretch mark but he was sure he could make out a few letters. Dick came back into the room alone, looking smug but his smile dropped when he saw her.

"Tim! You were supposed to watch her," he whisper shouted crossing the room and dropping to his knees on the bed.

"I did this before any of you got in here, one last hurrah," she laughed. Dick wasn't laughing, he'd found the letters too.

"What did these say?"

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb, you have letters scared, what did they say?"

She yanked her shorts down and became invested in her cuticles turning her body away and getting ready to run. Dick sat down on the bed about a foot from her trying to give her a bit of space but all he did was give her an opening. She was up and out of reach with a quickness only a past robin could have but she'd underestimated them Dick was in her path and Tim was to her side blocking the bathroom door just as quick. With little to no deliberation she bolted for her balcony. Slamming the doors behind herself she all but leapt from the guard rail and scaled the vine covered lattice with ease. They were close behind and she had to really kick it into gear to run, zigzagging to avoid them.

"Hey, what the hell guys," Jason voice said from only a few feet from her.

"Shit," she said to herself, her shorter legs going as fast as they could, just a little further and she'd be off the property. Of course she was in slippers and her feet were getting soaked from the damp grass, she was just thankful she hadn't-shit she jinxed it, she fucking slipped, right before the damn gate too. Three annoyed vigilantes were dog piled on her before she could even begin to stand back up and fell flat on her stomach in defeat.

"Thanks for the workout," Jason groaned at her his body draped over her legs.

"I forgot how fast you were itty bitty bat," Dick said from his position on his knees next to her, one hand on her back to hold her down.

"Just where did you think you were gonna go," Tim asked, he was just straight up sitting on her like an annoying little brother showing off that he'd grown taller.

"Can I get up now?" They all eased up but before she could get her to her feet Jason tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman carry. His ass looked great in his sweatpants damnit.

"Hey," she shouted smacking his hip, he smacked the back of her thigh in response and she was disturbed to find she'd liked it.

"So what did we learn," Dick asked bending down to be eye level with her.

"That I need to spend more time on the treadmill."

(this entire time I keep picturing Tim off to the side sipping an iced coffee like he's watching a 3d movie)

The walk back to the manner took a little while and Jason was sure to give her a bumpy ride. Unfortunately he'd discovered after he'd tossed her on his shoulder she was in fact not wearing a bra. He could feet her nipples, which had hardened from the cold, against his back as she tried to cling to him for a less rough ride. if Dick was going to kill him before, he was going to make him dig his own grave now. Of course, he felt disgusted for the thoughts he had about his technically adopted sister, even more so with what he'd said to her. If Tim was right, and she loved him back he would die happy. Now though, he had to focus on making her happy.

9-26-24

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[freshlluv]

distraction - m.s

summary: after a painful conversation with Matt, where he harshly ended your friendship, you are left heartbroken and confused

warnings: sad, bsfmatt, cussing, use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is kinda really bad lmfao

my inbox is always open to requests <3

You sat alone in your room in the middle of your bed. Has it ever been this quiet? The cars from outside would drive past your apartment, that’s all you can hear. It’s only 8pm and I have nothing to do. You quietly sobbed

Matt just dropped me off. That’s all I can remember.

Nick called you 

N: “Y/n?”

You: “Nick?

What happened?”

N: “Matt is crying. What the fuck happened in that car ride?”

You: “Oh. I..” You didn’t want to think about it honestly.

Flashback

“I just don’t feel like we can be friends anymore.” Matt said, his tone dripping with disgust

“What?” You froze. He was joking. Right?

“We all talked, we just think you're a distraction.” He held the bridge of his nose.

“Did you?” You croaked out

“What did Nick say?” You were in defeat, no way Nick would actually say that. And as well as Chris?

“It doesn’t really matter what he said. I think you are a distraction” he said shifting uncomfortably in his carseat.

“Oh.” Your heart broke into a million pieces. You’ve always liked Matt. He was your favorite.

“I’m sorry.” You tried to say. But your throat felt like it was blocked and you couldn’t even swallow. Your face was hot, you just wanted to go home.

“I’ll drop you off.” He said his words were a bit lightened.

 If he never said anything I would’ve been home 10 minutes earlier.

I wouldn’t be crying.

The engine was humming, that's how loud the silence was. No words spoken, no sounds. 

Nothing.

Now: 

N: “Why the fuck did he say that?”

You shrugged like he could see you through the phone. Your head falls into your hands.

You: “I wish I could tell you.” Your voice a bit raspy

A few minutes pass by and it was filled with silence

N: “Hey okay I’m going to help Matt alright?” He says in an almost whisper.

You: “Alright”

You didn’t like that you had all this time on your hands to think about it, to replay it in your head over and over again.

So you got dressed and called your friend to see if you can forget it all and go to a club.

You applied the last of your mascara. 

You didn’t even recognize yourself, it felt like you’ve completely alternated but that wasn’t true. 

At least that’s what you were trying to force yourself to think.

You exited out of the uber and entered the club.

“God!” You yelled it was extremely loud

“Oh my god Y/n!” Her voice was slurred but anyone could recognize it’s your best friend Bri.

“You actually fuckin’ came?” She laughed and gave you her drink

“Here sip. S’good right?”

You nodded trying to not puke already, that was the most terrible drink ever but it’s beer what did you expect.

You went over to the cooler and grabbed yourself your own beer and chugged it.

“So why are ya here?” Bri asked “Did a guy break your pretty heart?” She giggled

“Something like that, remember Matt? Oh yeah he fucked me up”

Hours later, and 3 beers later. (You weren’t much of a drinker to be honest)

“Does Matt really hate me?” You thought to yourself

You’ve grown sick of being here suddenly it was too hot, too loud, too many people. 

You checked your phone

3:26am

You left the club you didn’t want to get into an uber afraid you were going to puke in it.

Everyone was most likely asleep right now. 

Except for one person

The phone rang on maybe until the 3rd ring

“Hello?” He groaned, his voice was deep and tired

“Matt?” You sniffled 

“Y/n are you okay? Where are you?”

“IdontknowIwannagohome!” you said really fast and sobbed

“Fuck, let me keys I’m coming” You heard jangling and the call ended

The realisation quickly hits you. You called Matt, the one you literally just fought. What the fuck were you doing?

You sat at the curb, waiting for him, that's all you could do. 

He pulls up, you could instantly recognize his minivan. You snickered to yourself, you always teased him about it.

You opened the passenger seat and sat down

“Are you okay?” A worried look plastered on his face

You nodded, your lips jutting. Trying not to cry

“Listen Y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He realized it might not be the best time to talk so he just drove.

“I have a bag here um, just throw up in there I guess” He place the bag in my lap

“Matt, you never told me what I was distracting you from.” you swallowed

“I never meant it. I thought you were.. Distracting me from.. Our videos.” he admitted embarrassed. “I’m sorry” he whispered looking at me “Also heres a jacket it’s fucking cold out here”

You hummed as he threw the jacket over your shoulders.

Holding tightly on the jacket around your shoulders you fell asleep.

We arrived at my apartment

“Y/n” He tapped my shoulder “We’re here”

I shook “Huh?” I looked around, noticing my apartment. I slipped off the jacket and took off my seatbelt.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled 

“Of course, but, Y/n look I’m sorry.” The moonlight shined on his face, the outline of his puffy eyes indicated that he did indeed cry.

I just hugged him

“It’s okay.” You whispered into his hair

He hugged you back tightly

“Wait actually. Can you stay over?”

He smirked

“No! Fuck off not like that!” You furrowed your brows annoyed

“Yeah, yeah I know” He rolled his eyes smiling

“I don’t like sleeping alone, y’know” you said quietly

He nodded and we both got out of the car. 

You got to your door and unlocked it and headed inside throwing everything to the floor, your purse, shoes. You left his jacket hanging and went into your room. Matt followed

You slipped out of your dress without a warning 

Matt’s eyes widen and instantly turns around his face flushed

You threw on some sweatpants and a random big shirt (Matt’s shirt)

“Do you need any clothes?” You offered

“Nah I’m good” He cleared his throat

“C’mere” You yawned inviting him to bed. He joined you taking off his socks and stretching

Matt wraps his arms around you and plays with your hair.

“I’m sorry. Genuinely”

You looked at him “I know.” You snuggled into his chest and yawned

You fell asleep instantly, in his warm embrace.

I HATE THIS SO MUCH

[coolyum]

𓍯𓂃 𝓟ink 𝓟ony 𝓒lub

warnings : probably ooc dallas, fem!reader, mention of puke, mention of hooking up (nothing happens), hungover!reader, kindahungover!dallas, i've never been hungover b4 so i'm really bad at writing it, not proofread

pairing : dallas x reader

your vision was blurry as you slowly woke up, everything seeming dull at first. your eyes felt heavy and your mind felt fuzzy. a headache hit you like a train, pulling a soft, raspy groan from your throat. that's when you heard a similar sound from beside you. a little grumble could be heard followed by the rustling of bedsheets, causing you to lazily turn your head.

you could just tell that you were going to be so hungover today. your brain hurts, your stomach aches, your limbs are asleep. it feels awful. but you try to focus on whoever is laying next to you at the moment. you blink heavily, but even with blurry vision, you can see that it's a boy. not just any boy, dallas winston.

what's dallas winston doing here? why is dally laying next to you? you furrow your eyebrows and rub your eyes. you don't even notice he's awake until he says something to you.

"you feelin' better?" he mumbles, sleep evident in his voice. he's probably hungover, as well. his head rests against the pillow, and you can't help but notice at his position that he's not wearing a shirt. he's still wearing his signature necklace, though. you can't help but wonder something. it may be awkward, but you're too sleepy and hungover to care much. for now.

"did we hook up?" you ask, lazily forcing yourself over onto your side. you can't even make sense of how you feel. you've never drunkenly hooked up with someone before so you don't know how it'd feel the next morning.

a low chuckle comes from dally's throat. he shakes his head. "nah, we didn't. i wouldn't take advantage of ya like that."

it was a nice reassurance. your eyes slowly adjusted to the light streaming through his bedroom window. this is when you realize you're in his bedroom, in his bed.

"why am i in here?" you ask softly, genuinely wondering but also too tired to comprehend too much information.

dally caught this, so he made sure to keep his answer simple and understandable for your poor hungover brain. "you were really drunk. you ended up blackin' out so i brought you up to my room."

you let out a half-assed mumble in response. your eyes slowly closed as you couldn't keep them open any longer. you slightly adjusted yourself, pulling blanket up a little bit higher. that's when dally reaches out to gently brush something off your collarbones. he lets out a little grunt.

"damn glitter won't come off," he complains, giving up on getting it off of your chest.

at this point, your body feels aware of the body glitter you sprinkled on yourself the night before, and the makeup still on your face. you'll take care of it when you feel better. your shirt is slipping off of your shoulder, but then you realize it's not your shirt as you become more and more aware.

you open your eyes tiredly and look down to see if it's any of your shirts. nope. it's a simple, oversized black tee. dally notices how you look kind of confused. he finds it endearing. he finds you endearing.

"oh yeah, you puked all over your shirt last night so i gave you mine."

dally is acting kind of unusual. at least in anyone else's eyes. he's not the kinda guy to leave a severely drunken girl to fend for herself, but he's also not the kinda guy to care to the point of bringing her to his room to make sure she's alright. you, of course, couldn't grasp that information at the moment.

"think i'm gonna puke again," you say simply, the sickness evident in your voice. dally sits up, gently pulling you up with him. he's sure to be careful as he attempts to hold your limp body in his arms and pick you up without causing more sickness. he knows you need some time to sober up and feel better.

he brings you to the bathroom successfully, gently holding your hair back as you bend over the toilet. although he's this tough guy or acts like one for everyone to see, he cares about you. you and him aren't that close, so he sees pampering you today as an opportunity to get to know you better. he's never felt like this before. he's tried to avoid it, but now, he knows he can't. so as he holds your hair back and rubs his hand up and down your cold back, he realizes that this is almost if not completely at your lowest. he wants to see you at your worst and at your best. he's seen both. he knows he likes both. he wants both.

he's willing to try for you, even if it just starts with making sure you don't get sick and you sober up today.

xoxo,

coolyum!

[peanutbutterwrites]

desperation

warnings: drug use, suicidal thoughts, nsfw, vomit, depression, trauma, angst. summary: your whole life you had never once felt special, that feeling can eat you up inside, it can make you do things you'd never do to keep it. word count: 6.1 k -disclaimer- this is in no way representing people in real life, I respect enhypen as artists and simply wanted to use them in a story. all circumstances are fake.

part two

a/n - this has been rotting for a while because it's a little out of my comfort zone. I don't usually write anything considered nsfw so I hope it came out alright. let me know.

YOU WERE AVERAGE. something you so desperately wanted to escape your whole life, but that was the truth. you had good grades, but they were never stellar. you were praised for your obedience, but never awarded. always an angel, never a god. people never take notice, they are all too wrapped up in their own lives to ever notice someone so horribly, average. but you noticed. in fact, it never quite left your mind, always hovering in the back corner, taunting you. jack of all trades, master of none, that’s why college was going to be different.

your entire life you were told, “just get past high school, it's all uphill from there.” but you’d all but completed your first year of college and still everything felt the same. you wanted it over with, all of it. maybe if you made a big deal out of it, you’d be known for something. but you were a coward, scared of scarring your own flesh should things go south. and then you’d be relevant, for a minute. until people eventually forgot again and got wrapped back up in their own lives. 

your roomates were where you were hoping to make friends, but that never happened. mina was a bitch, for lack of a more descriptive word, and held no interest towards you unless she’d run out of girls to party with. and when that happened, she dragged you to said party and fed you drink after drink until you puked your guts out from alcohol poisoning. and the worst part? you just let her, so she kept doing it. giselle was almost worse then you. almost cause at least she excelled at school work. giselle would spend hours upon hours in your cramped dorm room studying for the next exam, spilling snacks and papers everywhere, refusing to clean up. you never knew peace the whole year between never being alone in your own, clean, room and vomiting your guts out into the early hours. 

“hey,” came mina’s no longer sickly sweet voice. instead it had turned into a cold demand as the school year went on, “sana and jihyo ditched, you’re coming with me tonight.” she waited a few beats for your answer before raising an eyebrow, you shifted uncomfortably. you hoped today would be the day you’d grow up and refuse her, but cowardice is one of those emotions that latch onto you like a leech, and you were a coward at your core.

“uh yeah, I guess. but I don’t really feel like drinking tonight, mina.” you managed to choke out. mina scoffed in response,

“oh really? come on, you say that all the time and then you drink so much you start hacking up your insides, forget it.” she rolled her eyes and left your room, most likely to go change. you whimpered and dropped your phone on your bed on the verge of frustrated tears, not bothering to mention the reason for that drinking was mina herself.

“just tell her no.” came a slightly warmer voice to your right. 

“I can’t, giselle.’

“can’t or won’t. its pathetic.” her harsh words offset her softer tone and only managed to make you feel worse. peeling yourself off the bed, you stepped over piles of clothing to get to your designated closet. rifling through clothes, you settled on an all black ensemble and snatched your makeup bag to take to the dorm bathrooms. god forbid you show up to a college party with mina of all people, and not wear makeup. mina always talked about her reputation, she simply couldn’t be seen with you if you didn’t at least look decent. mina was superficial, narcissistic. if you looked good, she was satisfied, but don’t ever look too good. you simply didn’t feel like being overly punished tonight, so a light makeup look it was. grabbing a pair of alcohol stained heels, you made your way to mina’s room to let her know you were ready. 

“huh, not too bad.” she nodded at your outfit and finished combing on her mascara in front of her floor length mirror. “sunghoon is picking me up, so find a ride okay? I’ll text you the address.” your shoulders sagged as you took in the information, mina always did this.

“mina, I really don’t feel like going if I don’t have a ride. if you have sunghoon, why do you need me there?” she froze patting down her skin tight dress and turned to face you.

“why do I need you? let me get this straight, I don’t. I don’t need you, but I’m trying here.” her voice changed into a sickly sweet one and she strode over to you to pat your shoulder. “I’m trying to be friends, I just feel like you’re being really ungrateful.” you stiffened as she pouted her perfect, glossy lips and pulled her hand back.

“no, I’m sorry mina. I’m not trying to be ungrateful, just my car’s at home.” you frowned and grabbed her hand in an apology. mina sighed and held your hand in hers.

“alright, I guess we can give you a ride then. but you have to sit in the back, and don’t ruin this for me.” she smirked slightly and brushed past you as she grabbed a few last minute essentials. you hung your head in shame, you fell for it, again. desperation didn’t look good, and worst of all is it attracted the people who loved to use it. “hurry up!” mina called as her hells clicked on the cheap vinyl flooring and you were scurrying out the door after her. 

sunghoon drove an all black expensive car, it was sleek as it pulled up and cool to the touch as you gripped the back door. but it reeked of cologne, body odor, alcohol, and weed as you yanked the door open. you gagged slightly at the combination of smells and stepped over trashed trojan packages in the back seat. 

“huh, didn’t know I had a passenger.” sunghoon frowned at you, his voice was distant and cold. 

“don’t worry ‘hoon. she’s a good friend.” mina smiled as she touched his shoulder. you caved into yourself and prepared for a silent ride, trying to ignore mina’s flirty tone as the car glided away from the dorms.

“so, what’s your name?” it took you a minute to realize sunghoon was addressing you, and by the time you were ready to answer mina did it for you. 

“she’s my other roommate, you know? the boring one, not the brainiac.” sunghoon hmm’d in acknowledgement and the attention immediately shifted back to mina. you cringed at your own lack of response and mourned the second of attention he had allowed to you. with the rest of the ride being silent on your end, it felt like an eternity before arriving at the frat house where the party would be held. you watched as sunghoon helped mina out of the car and stumbled your way out on your own. the three of you made your way into the house that had music pumping through the windows. within seconds of entrance your nose was hit with a wave of smells and none of them pleasant. you followed diligently behind mina and sunghoon to a small gathering of people surrounded by alcohol and could almost feel your liver protesting from the months of abuse. mina shoved a red solo cup of some alcoholic liquid in your hand as she plopped down on sunghoon’s lap and laughed at something he said. you just stared at the strange liquid, your mouth creating too much saliva in preparation for the amount of vomiting sure to follow. 

“you okay there?” came a voice aimed at you. your head snapped up to meet eyes with a very pretty boy. his sharp nose and wide eyes reminded you of a deer and his slightly red hair only added to the comparison. 

“uh yeah, I just don’t really drink.” you managed to get out. he stared at you with a blank look before chucking and nudging another boy next to him. 

“you hear this chick? she doesn’t drink and she’s at jay’s party, that’s crazy man.” you frowned at him, moving slightly closer so that you didn’t have to yell. 

“jay? who’s that?” apparently this question was hilarious as he and his friend burst out laughing.

“man does this girl know nothing?” you felt your heart sink as they continued to laugh and you felt mina’s cold stare burning from the back of your head. 

“sorry.” you mumbled out and stared back down at the drink. 

“its whatever, you’re just at the wrong place.” the boy said with a slight laugh left in his voice. he brushed off his jeans off and stood up, offering you his hand. you stared up at him as he waited, he contorted his face into a strange expression and leaned down to grab your hand. “man, you’re one weird girl.” he chuckled as he started dragging you behind him. 

“wait, heeseung!” a high pitched voice called and the boy paused to look back. “where are you going?” you turned to see mina doing her signature pout at him and fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“fuck off mina, nowhere.” he called back with a middle finger raised and his buddies roared with laughter as you were met with the rare sighting of mina flushing with embarrassment. “cocksucker.” the boy, heeseung apparently, muttered under his breath. you snorted at that and he looked down at you as he dragged you forward again. “oh come on, even her friends know.”

“i know.” you replied. as you moved through the party, you saw a boy laying down on a counter as another poured alcohol from a keg into his mouth. he had a sharp jawline and wore sunglasses despite the time of night and indoor activity. heeseung noticed you looking and pointed at the boy.

“that’s jay. the alcoholic.” he said point blank, it suddenly made much more sense why it was required to drink here. heeseung pushed a beaded curtain out of the way as he grabbed a heavy metal door and turned the handle.

“wait, where-” you were cut off as he pulled you into a garage and a wave of smoke invaded your nostrils. the air was hazy with smoke and your eyes watered as heesung continued to pull you. 

“hey heeseung, what’s up.” spoke one of the boys sitting on one of the very old and beat up leather couches within the garage. you counted a total of four men and they all had either a cig or joint lit up and in their pinched fingers. heeseung jerked his chin up and slapped his hand against the guy who had spoken in some sort of handshake. 

“this is sunghoon's friend, she’s chill.” heeseung announced and pushed you slightly towards the first couch which held one of the boys. you looked back at him, ignoring the comment about actually being friends with sunghoon, and he motioned for you to sit down. the couch sunk and groaned due to age and your added weight, but you couldn’t deny that the worn leather was comforting and warm. 

“hey, I’m sunoo.” the boy next to you spoke. he had pink dyed hair and soft features that made him seem approachable, he blew out smoke into your face as he spoke. you coughed wafting away the plume and stuck out your other hand to shake with his. two of the other boys let out a lazy chuckled at your cough and formalities.

“you sure she’s cool? looks like she’s never smoked a day in her life.” joked one of the others. 

“well she doesn’t drink, and you losers need some pussy or at least a friend.” heeseung joked. “im out.” he waved bye to you and your eyes followed him, no longer feeling safe in this warm garage. 

“oh come one, we’re not that bad.” the one that had joked spoke. “i’m jake, jungwon, and ni-ki” he motioned to himself and the other two boys. jake had the twinge of an accent to his voice and he had fluffy hair with soft features. jungwon reminded you of a small cat as his eyes were slanted and round and his soft smile revealed dimples. ni-ki. ni-ki scared you. you sucked in a small breath when his sharp eyes snapped to you and the cigarette smoke he let out made your head spin. his cropped hair hung over his eyes but showed off multiple piercings and was jet black. he looked tall, long and lanky as his legs hung out of the recliner he inhabited and his long arm hung over the edge. as jake and jungwon went back to talking, ni-ki held your eyes in his and you felt unable to look away. you heard a breathy laugh come out of sunoo,

“i think she likes you.” your eyes snapped to sunoo and you felt your face become splotchy with heat. his breathy laugh turned into a boisterous one that forced him to start coughing and put out his joint. the laugh caught jake and jungwon’s attention and both boys let out a chuckle.

“aww, i think she has a crush. huh, hyung?” jake slapped jungwon is agreeance and both faded out boys laughed. you felt shame course through your veins and mentally beat yourself up for staring for too long. the worst part was that he was attractive. you’d never been in a relationship and guys had yet to ask you out, you felt shameful that he now had to deal with your attraction. you risked looking back up, and noticed he was still staring. he held up two fingers and your eyes remained locked with his as he motioned for you to come over to the recliner. your heart dropped to your ass as you debated what to do. but apparently you took too long deciding because with a deceptively innocent laugh, sunoo shoved you off the couch causing you to fall on your hands and knees. this only spurred the boys on further, causing them to howl with laughter leaving only ni-ki stone cold silent. you watched from the floor as he put out his cigarette and leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. the laughing momentarily stopped as the boys waited for what he was going to do. he only spoke one word, but your heart froze.

“crawl.” the laughter began again, more hysterical then previously and tears pricked your eyes in shame. you couldn’t help the shiver that went through your body at hearing his voice. it was deep, and despite the sufficient smoke, it was rich and smooth. you felt sunoo swing his foot into the back of your thigh and you fell forward to catch yourself, causing you indirectly to crawl closer to ni-ki. 

“she’s seriously going to!” jake let out gleefully as laughter continued to ring throughout the garage. this snapped you to attention and you quickly scrambled up to stand and try to walk out of the entrapped space. you were holding back tears and the walls suddenly felt far too close. the once comforting warmth of the smoke turned too hot and your breathing increased rapidly. as you moved, ni-ki reached out and snatched your wrist harshly and tugged you toward the recliner. 

“oh come on, we’re just playing. right?” sunoo spoke with a teasing lightness to his voice and ni-ki pulled you onto his lap. you froze in fear, trying not to shift in your seat or cry as he reached over to pull another cigarette out of his pack. 

“right.” you mumbled eyes widening as sunoo gave you a ‘hell yeah!’ and slapped his hand against yours the same way heeseung and jake had previously. 

“she’s funny!” jake let out a stoned chuckle as jungwon snorted and took another hit. you looked down at your palm after you felt a weight in it and made eye contact with a black lighter. you looked over your shoulder to see ni-ki put the cigarette to his lips and motion for you to light it. shaking slightly, you took a few tries to strike the lighter into action and held the flame to the stick. you went to turn away, but yelped when you felt a large hand grip your chin and forcefully twist your head back. ni-ki took a large inhale and forced his thumb in your mouth to pry your jaw open. frozen in fear, your heart pounded loudly in your chest as his grip on your jaw became painful and the tears you had been holding back threatened to finally fall. as he leaned forward, your eyes widened only to have copious amount of smoke released into your mouth, nose, and eyes. snapping your face out of his grip you coughed violently away from him as tears finally fell down your face. through your coughing fit you heard the three others in the room hoot with laughter.

“don’t cry now, he likes that!” one of them joked which spurred the others on even more. the humiliation you felt was horrific, this would go down in your head as one of the most humiliating evenings you had ever had. you tried not to think too much about what that comment was hinting at, and instead your mind reeled with how to get out of the situation. through the haze of coughing and an attempt to regain your pride, you snatched the cig from his hands, took a deep inhale and blew it right into his face. the laughter stopped. nobody moved. and then a low rumbling laugh came from ni-ki and you felt your whole body relax. he wasn’t mad, which was good because the atmosphere and reactions of the other boys felt like if he was, you weren’t going to make it out of this garage in one piece. 

“so,” sunoo began, “what’s your major?” 

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after that party, you didn’t mind going with mina as much anymore. though, the amount of times you wanted to attend and the amount of times mina asked was so severely disproportionate, that you didn’t get to see your new found friends for at least a week before she invited you out again. when getting ready for the party, you took extra care of your makeup and outfit thinking of the boy with the dark eyes. 

“what’s taking so long? got someone to impress?” mina joked with a glint of danger in her eyes, not unnoticed by you. 

“oh no, just am trying to keep up you know.” you smiled hesitantly back at her and watched as she softened slightly. 

“ok well, our rides here so unless you wanna walk..” she left her end hanging but you understood the implications. going down the elevator ride, you held your phone in your hands sending a quick text to sunoo to make sure he and his friends were in attendance tonight. you had been beyond grateful when sunoo offered his number to you at the end of the night and you two had actually been keeping in contact. you felt like you had finally gained a friend in this messed up experience and were giddy with the excitement of acceptance. mina was busy with taking pre-party selfies until the doors opened and you were able to make out a familiar black car. 

“you staying with sunghoon?” 

“yeah, he has a nice dick.” mina said crassly and you paused in shock momentarily. letting out an awkward cough, you tried to cover up your prudeish shock. 

“oh, yeah I get that.” she turned and gave you a look of pure pity before running up to sunghoon’s car and your face burned with embarrassment for the millionth time. mina was quick to start up a conversation with sunghoon, but his attention turned to you when you sat in the back.

“oh you’re back. how was last time, the guys nice enough?” mina was stunned into silence when she glanced back at you. 

“uh yeah, sunoo was really nice. I think they just like to joke around a lot.” sunghoon let out a soft chuckle.

“yeah that’s for sure, they mean no harm though. hope you didn’t take anything personally.” you shook your head and smiled softly at him through his mirror. mina piped up again believing the strange conversation to be over, until sunghoon cut her off. “ni-ki can be a real dick, but he’s a good friend when you get to know him. he give you are hard time?” this time mina let out an audible huff and glared back at you. shrinking from her gaze you responded. 

“oh well I mean he definitely startled me, but he was fine.” 

“hah! startled, yeah thats a good word for ni-ki.” 

“who’s ni-ki?” mina blurted out, desperately trying to stay in the conversation. a flush slowly climbed up your neck in response to mina’s direct ask and sunghoon let out a hoot.

“really ni-ki? I mean some people are freaky I guess, good for you.” sunghoon laughed as he said this, ignoring mina’s question in favor of slapping the steering wheel. 

“it’s not like that!” you tried to get out as quickly as possible, but sunghoon continued to laugh joking about how he was ‘so gonna tell jake’. the glare mina sent your way was enough to get you sinking back down in your seat and staying silent the rest of the ride with sunghoon’s occasional laughter making up the rest of the sound. 

you didn’t wait for mina and sunghoon this time, waving to them as you left the car and walked into the house. you expected the group of boys to occupy the garage again so you immediately began looking for a door leading there. in doing so, you bumped into someone familiar.

“hey, how’s it going?” heeseung asked with a smile.

“oh, hi heeseung. it’s alright, how about you?” 

“uh pretty boring so far, was gonna see if the guys had it any better.” your eyes lit up at the mention of your friends.

“oh great, I was heading there. lead the way.” he smiled as he gripped your wrist and guided you through the crowded party. this time, he headed for the stairs and you carefully placed your heels on each step. falling was not on your agenda and you were intent on going to one party this year where you didn’t embarrass yourself somehow. when he entered the room, the familiar smell of weed and cigarettes comforted you. 

“theres my girl!” you heard sunoo call out and you couldn’t help but let out a wide smile and little giggle as you waved to the boy. jake and jungwon stood up to give you and heeseung a hug greeting, clearly they were less faded then the first time you met them. ni-ki sent a piercing gaze from across the room and scoffed as he packed a bowl. while the boys were occupied with heeseung, you walked over to the side with ni-ki and sunoo.

“hi ni-ki.” you said hesitantly, showing him a soft smile. his sharp eyes snapped back up to you and you wilted under his stare.

“we’re not friends.” was all he let out and your smile completely fell. 

“oh be nice.” sunoo scoffed as he pulled you by your waist onto the bean bag he occupied. ni-ki continued to glare as he packed the bowl, noticeably at sunoo’s arm currently around your waist. you and sunoo continued what was your previous conversation over text as the three others made their way over. ni-ki lit the pipe and took a deep inhale before passing it into your hands. you held the pipe in your hands for a few seconds, just staring at it, before the boys let out copious amounts of laughter. at that moment, the door to the upstairs room sung open and you were grateful for the distraction. sunghoon and mina made their way in the room with many objections coming from the boys. 

“mina, get outta here.” heeseung sighed. mina’s only response was to roll her eye’s and flip him off. 

“oh please, I’m here for my friend.” mina said, smiling so sweetly at you that you had to fight the urge to cringe. sunoo rolled his eyes and grabbed the pipe from your hands to take a long hit.

“there, like that.” he smiled sincerely and handed it back to you. with the added pressure of mina glaring intensely at you, you felt even more nervous to even try and take a hit.

“you’re so annoying.” you heard to your right and the next thing you knew you were being manhandled and dragged in front of ni-ki. gripping your face harshly like last time, he stuffed the pipe in your mouth and you cringed from the clink of the glass against your teeth. liting the bowl, he motioned for you to inhale and you took a large hit from the pipe. ripping it out of your mouth, he yanked your face closer to himself.

“breath.” and you let out all the smoke into his mouth, coughing slightly at the burning feeling in your throat. “there.” he said harshly, shoving you away and tossing the pipe to jake on your left. he leaned back into the bean bag and you watched as his thighs manspread trying desperately not to stare. you were brought out of your intense staring by mina’s high pitched voice.

“me too, ni-ki.” she pouted her lips at her and you watched as sunghoon took a sip of his beer and stared at his phone, clearly not caring. suddenly you were worried, maybe ni-ki acted like this with everyone. you weren’t special. you sunk back into sunoo and he simply patted your shoulder trying not to laugh at your behavior. ni-ki scoffed and pulled out a cigarette, effectively ignoring mina. you watched as her face faltered and for the first time, saw doubt in her eyes. you tried to not let a feeling of pride fill you, but the idea of being special to someone caused you to lose rational thought. 

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your mind had begun to rot. you thought about it day and night, the fact that you’ve been accepted and for once you were special. sunoo’s texts didn’t loose their consistency, in fact you two had built a wonderful friendship, far better then you and mina’s friendship. that one had deteriorated rapidly after all. but you were struggling to feel any emotion other then glee. mina’s face from that night had never left your mind since, the second guessing, the doubt that was clearly eating her up inside. you didn’t think mina had ever once been denied. you knew she had never be denied in favor of you of all people. even living in your own world in these past few days, her behavior had not gone unnoticed. 

“hey.” came giselle’s soft voice from across the room. you looked up from your phone to see her lying on her side facing you, bangs clipped up and glasses sliding slightly off her nose. 

“yes?”

“is it just me or is mina…acting strange?” you gulped down a bit of guilty saliva that had made its way into your mouth. “no, unhinged is a better word.” she wasn’t wrong. mina had been lashing out more then usual, not going to as many parties and spending a lot of time in her room. in favor of speaking, you met her question with a shrug. “did it finally happen?” you could tell what giselle was asking, and you knew she would bother you the rest of the night unless you answered. you nodded tentatively and giselle let out a small giggle. “serves her right.” you were surprised. you knew giselle and mina weren’t close, but you didn’t think giselle would delight in her downfall.

“is that bad?” giselle tilted her head in questioning. “that we’re happy about it?”

“ha, no hun. it’s not bad, serves that bitch right. I don’t know how you put up with her.” she looked back down to her phone and plopped a big, salty chip in her mouth. you rolled on your back, giselle’s response made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. maybe even if you were horribly average, you were bearable to most. and special to someone. 

“hey, giselle?”

“hm?”

“do you like me?”

“fuck no.”

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mina had finally given in. you knew that drinking and partying were an itch to her, and she had to scratch it eventually. when she did, she would invite you. all you had to do was bide your time until you could see your friends again, and that time came almost a week after mina’s miniature depressive episode. 

“come on slut, let’s go party!” mina had popped her head in your dorm room. you had to fight a frown, this was not how mina had been acting recently. she seemed too upbeat, excited. she had barely left her room or spoke a word recently, this mina scared you.

“sure, that’s fine.” you moved to pick out some clothes.

“so, i was wondering. are you a virgin?” you froze mid hanger toss and your attention snapped to her. you could practically feel the shift of giselle’s uninterested eyes to her’s now, glaring at attention. you were never one who was gifted at lying. 

“uh, yeah. i guess.” you mumbled out and mina let out a high pitched giggle. 

“aww that’s so cute, no wonder that guy likes you.” this time you completely dropped your clothes. 

“huh?” you flushed bright red, your thoughts instantly going towards the boy with the sharp eyes. 

“yeah, jake told me.” she said, far too brightly. 

“really?” i asked. the genuine hope in your voice made you inwardly cringe at your own desperation. 

“yup, so we better get going soon!” mina sweeped out of the room and you tried to get yourself together. putting your favorite outfit on, that showed a little more skin then usual, and finishing up your makeup. as you grabbed your purse to follow behind mina, you could’ve sworn you heard a whisper come from behind you. giselle. 

pathetic.

the party was generic, filled with drugs and alcohol and young adults grinding on each other. you were eager to find the designated smoke room and texted sunoo to let him know you were there. as you began walking towards what you assumed was the east wing, this house was bigger than any you’d ever been in, mina hooked her arm in yours. 

“you meeting our friends?” an ounce at irritation flared up at her words, our? 

“yeah, sunoo told me where they were.” she just smiled and let you lead the way, which you did with reluctance. swinging open what you assumed was the right door, you were met with the signature smell of jake’s weed and cheers. 

“where you been!” jake let out as he stumbled up and pulled you into a tight hug. you giggled as he shook you back and forth with sunoo shouting protests behind him. jungwon gave you a small wave as the two other boys dragged you to their couch, laughter still bubbling up within you. you were rarely this happy. still reeling from their exciting welcome, you ignored ni-ki’s usual glare and gave him a genuine smile and wave. 

“its bong night, you ever smoke from one sweetheart?” sunoo asked, brushing your hair from your forehead. not wanting to be ostracized, you nodded your head in an unconvincing agreeance. the other boys oooh’d in ‘oh really?’s with one being far less forgiving of the unconvincing fib. 

“little liar, of course she hasn’t” ni-ki’s harsh voice cut through the air. “gonna have to teach her just like last time.” like cold water you were instantly knocked out of your giddy mood and visibly deflated. this only seemed to irritate him more. “oh don’t do that shit, it’s annoying.” you were never one to control your emotions. it was one of the reasons people found it so easy to poke at your insecurities and weak spots. you hated yourself for it. you were completely aware that it was a weakness, but could never bring yourself to control it. this was one of those moments. the hot shame of embarrassment crept its way from your gut as your eyes welled against your will. the guys actually seemed to be at loss. sunoo glared at ni-ki and rubbed slow circles on your back, but it was painfully obvious none of them had dealt with this before. the cherry on top was mina’s silent, cold glare you could feel penetrating your spine. ni-ki let out a large sigh before crushing his cigarette and opening his arms. drunk at the possibility of acceptance, and the fact that against all odds, mina told you he had feelings for you, you allowed yourself to be scooped in his arms like putty. it was humiliating how quickly you were at ease. he had long, rather large arms that encased you and made you feel comforted. as the conversation caught back up again, you completely relaxed into his arms and allowed him to occasionally blow smoke into your face. 

the rest of the night went well with more humiliation being limited to having to kiss jake in truth or dare. that you could deal with. still giddy off of ni-ki’s skinship, your head had been in the cloud the entire time. the party had significantly calmed down and sunoo was ready to head home causing you to begin to look for mina and sunghoon. sunghoon had been doing his own thing the whole party, and mina had left the smoking room a bit ago. giving your goodbyes to sunoo, jake, and jungwon, you made your way down the stairs feeling triumphant when you did in fact, not fall. you scoured the party only seeing sunghoon’s tall figure in the corner, no mina in sight. you pushed past people to make your over to him.

“uh, sorry to interrupt.” you said hesitantly as sunghoon and jay talked. sunghoon immediately turned to you,

“no worries, whats up.”

“I think I’m ready to go home if that’s okay.” sunghoon put his beer bottle in jay’s hands and he gleefully downed the rest for him.

“yeah sure, just go find mina and we’ll leave.” you nodded and moved to search the party once more. you were having far more trouble placing were mina was as the house was rather large and mina was quite a bit shorter then sunghoon. walking down a hallway, you got away from the music a bit and could think a bit clearer. the weed from earlier though still clouded you mind, so the sounds of moaning didn’t quite reach your ears before you turned another corner and your heart dropped. mina’s back was to you, but her long dark hair was the first thing you saw. the second? ni-ki’s piercing dark eyes. with one hand up her shirt and the other shoved under her skirt, his eyes snapped straight to yours with his mouth clearly occupied. you watched frozen as mina pressed herself further into him and he used a hand to shove her head in between his shoulder and neck. his eyes never leaving yours, you watched as he smirked devilishly and undid the only tie holding mina’s shirt up causing her to moan into him and her shirt to flutter to the ground. you could feel bile begin to rise up into your throat as you finally tore yourself away from the horrid sight and stumbled back the way you came. your breathing rapidly increased as you felt saliva fill your mouth and vomit fell on the wooden floor of the hallway, mina’s moans still bouncing along the walls. in daze, you began stumbling out of the party and ran into sunghoon waiting outside. he looked up from his phone and immediately cringed at your appearance.

“dude… what happened?” you swallowed dryly and wiped some of the bile from your mouth with hand as tears welled in your eyes.

“I uh, I don’t think mina’s coming.” 

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the thoughts were all consuming. you weren’t special. you were average like you’ve been your whole life. no one would give you the attention you wanted and no one would give you a second glance. mina walked into the dorm in the early hours of that morning, stopping by you and giselle’s shared room to poke her head in. she scoffed at your appearance, covers shoved to the end of the bed, the dress you had worn that night still on, and makeup smeared with bile still on your face. you knew cause you hadn’t been able to sleep. you just laid awake, staring at the wall as giselle’s snores broke apart your blank thoughts. 

you’re not special

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 4

Hello! And welcome to part 4. Edie has more questions than answers, but we’re finding more and more out as the story unfolds.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

*

Eddie wiped away a stray tear that had escaped his eyes before stepping out into the garage.

“Hey, you kids almost done?” he asked. He looked at his watch. “It is getting late.”

Kenny looked up at the clock. “Shoot, man! My mom is going to kill me.”

Mandy swore too. “I’m getting a ride home with you, right?” she asked Kenny. He nodded and they hurried to put their stuff in his car.

They waved goodbye and then Eddie was alone with Harri and Edie.

“How’s Dad?” she asked. “Still puking?”

Eddie shook his head. “I managed to get him into bed.”

Edie rocked her head back. “What? Dad never lets anyone help him to bed. Not even those who can straight up carry him.”

Eddie blinked. “Uh...he let me.”

“He let you what?” Edie asked tilting her head in confusion.

“Carry him to bed?”

“Oh,” Edie said. “Wow. So how do you know my dad?”

Eddie looked over at Harri before shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at the floor. “Your dad and I used to run together with Nancy and Jon and all them after high school. Well after Steve graduated, anyway. Me and the rest of us older kids graduated in ‘86.”

“You’re younger than my dad?” Edie asked.

Harri scoffed.

“Shut it, kid,” Eddie barked. “No, I’m older. It just took me three tries to graduate.” He glared over at Harri. “Something I trying to make sure this idiot doesn’t repeat.”

Edie frowned, remembering her dad’s comment about not raising a quitter. “You know, it’s strange. I don’t think I’ve ever heard your name before in my life, but I can’t help but think that I’ve been raised on stories of you my entire existence nonetheless.”

Eddie blushed. “Can’t say I did the same. Harri here wouldn’t have heard of Steve Harrington at all. At least not from me.”

“Wait,” Harri said. “That guy that that your old bandmates talk about all the time. The one they keep telling you to make up with, that’s Steve Harrington, isn’t it? What the hell, Dad.”

Eddie grimaced. “Jeff and Gareth have a very inflated sense of ego.”

“Jeff Lawrence?” Edie asked. “Mandy’s dad?”

Eddie pursed his lips. He was going to kill Jeff. It was one thing to say that Steve and him had kept in contact over the years but it was quite another for his daughter to be best friends with Steve’s.

“That’s the one, princess,” Eddie said tossing his head back and rolling his eyes. “Only Jeff was friends with me first.”

Harri kicked his dad’s ankle. “Hey, Uncle Jeff is a grown ass man, he can be friends with whoever he wants. And since you guys aren’t in the band anymore and we were still living in Cali it makes sense Uncle Jeff would want to connect with someone from the old crowd.”

Eddie sneered playfully. “I hate it when you get all cleverer than me.”

Edie was glancing back and forth between them like a tennis match, but finally she had enough. “You’re telling me that not only do you know Mandy, but that you’ve known her dad for years?”

Harri and Eddie both grimaced in unison as they had completely forgotten she was there.  

“I didn’t think about how I knew Mandy,” Harri said. “We just started hanging out when we moved here about a month ago and then when she said you guys needed a new guitarist...”

Edie smacked her forehead. “Yep. That’s on me. I didn’t ask either.”

Harri scuffed his shoe on the pavement, looking down. “Am I still going to be allowed to be in the band?”

Eddie’s heart sunk. He looked over at Edie and then back at his son. They were both expecting him to say no. But how could he do that to either of them? It wasn’t their fault.

“What kind of asshole would I be if I said no?” he asked. “Of course you can still be in the band.”

Harri looked up at him all smiles and hugged him. “Thanks Dad!”

Edie smiled at them both. “Thanks, Mr Munson.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah. Come on, Harri. It’s time to go home, you both have school in the morning.”

“Bye, Miss Thing!” Harri said after giving her a fist bump.

“Bye H-man!” Edie said.

Edie watched as the two Munson boys walked away. Her dad had a lot of explaining to do.

*

Edie walked into Steve’s room and was impressed by what she saw. The drapes were closed, the light was off, and Dad was actually under the covers. Something no amount of bullying on Aunt Robin or Nancy’s part could ever achieve.

Dad hated being taken care of. But in less than two hours of this man coming into her home, her father had let down more walls than the entire time she had been on this earth.

Who was Eddie Munson? And why did her dad treat him differently then anyone she had ever known.

She knelt next to Steve’s bed and gently roused him from sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured as he slowly got up. “Is everyone gone?”

Edie sat down next to him on the bed and took his hand. “Yeah, they’ve gone.”

Steve nodded. “You must have so many questions.”

“Oodles and gobs,” she agreed. “But I’m going to be nice and wait until your head is no longer trying to kill you.”

He grimaced. “What, so you can finish the job?”

She chuckled. “Something like that.” She played with the ring on his right hand. She once had asked him if it was his wedding ring to Mom, but he’d told her no. It was from something else. From someone else. And now, she was pretty sure she knew who. “Do you need some pain killers?”

Steve nodded barely able to contain his whimper. Edie got up and the pills and a Gatorade. She came back and handed them to him. He took the pills and chugged half of the Gatorade, before handing it back to her.

“Thanks, love,” he murmured and got back under the covers.

“You’ll want to shower and change before you completely are down for the night,” she reminded him gently.

Steve nodded again. “Just a few minutes. Time for the medicine to work.”

“Of course.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll come back and check on you later.”

Steve hummed in response and she knew she would have to wake him again when she came back.

*

Steve woke up the next morning better than he usually felt in the aftermath of a migraine. And he knew who to thank for it. He also knew that had he not been in the throes of one of his worst in recent memory, he would have been a lot bitchier. Hurray for migraines, he guessed.

He didn’t have any appointments today so he didn’t have to cancel anything which was a life saver. He could even have Edie take herself to school. He got up and shuffled out to the kitchen in his pjs.

Edie was munching on her cereal when he got out there. “How’s the head?”

Steve waved his fingers back and forth. “So-so. You okay to take yourself to school today?”

She nodded. “Yeah, no trouble.”

They stared each other down for a minute before Steve blinked first.

“So what do you want to know?” he asked, turning on the kettle.

Edie steepled her fingers under her chin. “We can start with how did you meet mega-producer Edmond Munson?”

Steve laughed. “When I met him he was on his first senior year of high school, jumping on tables and ranting about ‘the man’.”

Edie’s eyes went wide. “What?!”

Steve shook his head. “I knew who he was then. And probably before that. As sort of a ‘oh look there’s that dude again making a menace of himself’ kind of way.”

“He really stood on tables and ranted about ‘the man’?” Edie asked incredulously.

He shrugged. “The topics would vary but, yeah. Pretty much the same theme of kids are being oppressed type thing.”

“But you were a preppy jock in high school,” Edie said. “I’ve seen the pictures.”

“Yeah, I was the King and he was the Freak, never the twain shall meet,” Steve agreed. “That’s what he was called, don’t give me that look.” Edie rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” she growled, “but none of this explains how you guys knew each other. Because this sounding like you didn’t.”

Steve leaned on his elbows onto the counter and looked her dead in the eye. “I want you to understand one thing and one thing only. If you go looking this shit up after I tell you, you will be grounded for life. Because it’s been twenty years and he deserves to let sleeping dogs lie. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

Edie’s head jerked back. This was like those moments when she asked about his scars or the many concussions he’s had. Her normally goofy dad was replaced by someone darker, someone who had walked through hell and lived to tell about it. She nodded quickly, her eyes wide.

“Back in his final senior year, the year Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Argyle all graduated,” Steve said sternly, “he was accused of murdering a cheerleader. Something your Uncle Dusty swore he would never do. And you know how tenacious he can be when he puts his mind to it.”

Edie nodded. “He’s like a dog with a bone.”

“So we went on this hunt to find Eddie,” Steve continued. “And sure enough he was being railroaded and we tried to clear his name. He almost died.” The last sentence was whispered, pulled from from the very depths of his soul and he hung his head between his shoulders.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Really?”

Steve lifted his head and straightened up. He pinched his nose and rubbed it with his knuckle. “Yeah. He got cleared of all charges and then few months later he was gone. Signed a record deal.”

“Your friend that had a band...” Edie muttered. “That was him?”

Steve nodded. “But it’s time for you to go to school. We’ll talk more later.”

Edie knew that she still had a couple of minutes before she needed to go, but she accepted it as the dodge it was. Dad was getting emotional and needed a break.

She nodded and got ready to go. She kissed his cheek. “Love you dad.”

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Juan Borgia Arranged Marriage Headcanons

Note: I'm trying to make this as close to the show as possible (Juan being an asshole) I in fact can't fix him. Shout out to the Phantom of the Opera. Also, I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first lenguage.

Summary: It is 1493, Rome. After a long friendship with Lucrezia Borgia, where you spent most of your childhood at her house, so much, so that Venozza and the Holy Father himself started seeing you as their child. When The Pope was looking for a spouse for his second son, naturally, you were the first to cross his mind. Your parents of course showed no opposition. It seemed perfect, The only problem? You and Juan Borgia had hated each other since you first met all those years ago

Warning: Allusions to sex, Allusions to sexual violence, violence.

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When your parents told you about the arrangement, you wanted to puke. Juan Borgia was the last man on earth you would like to marry, and even if he was the last man on earth, you were not sure if you would take him.

Lucrezia was delighted, finally, she would have you as her sister. At least you would get something good out of this.

When Juan first heard of this, he was enraged, he wanted to marry a princess! Someone up to his level, not his sister's annoying best friend.

It was very weird at first, you had always seen each other as brother and sister, you grew up together, and grew irritated and annoyed by everything the other did.

Venozza would be basically the only one planning the wedding, although she asked for your and Juan's opinions, both of you would just say yes to anything with hopes of the whole ordeal being over.

I think the only thing Juan would be interested in picking, is the entertainment, like he did at Lucrezia's wedding.

Juan didn't think you were ugly, but the image of spending the rest of his life with you would make him want to drown himself.

I imagine the Pope hosting many events to present you guys as a couple, but also, he had an agenda of making the two of you like each other.

In these gatherings, you were very polite to the guests, and both your parents and Juan had instructed you to act in love. Juan already had a reputation in Rome, and the way the Pope to such the rumors, was by creating a love story where his son was in the center.

Your fake smiles to your betrothed were clear. The problem lay when Juan had too many glasses of wine and started to hug you by the neck and kiss your cheeks, screaming in a mocking tone "OH MY SWEET WIFE TO BE!" You were beyond annoyed.

WEDDING DAY

Juan gets very drunk.

He will flirt with the actresses he hired.

You would probably be sitting annoyed on a table, sipping wine and eating bread, contemplating your future with the man who is currently drunkenly singing on top of a table.

The first dance was awkward as fuck.

Although Juan is not able to deny how beautiful you look in that wedding dress, and how good you would look without it.

Is he actually getting impatient for the wedding night?

However, he keeps drinking. It's a celebration! There is not such a thing as "Too much wine."

WEDDING NIGHT

You were young, and this was the Renaissance, there wasn't much sex ED.

You actually were not sure what to expect, your mom had told you that intimacy was painful, and the nuns had told you that it was only meant for procreation and to serve your husband.

You had been told that you could never say NO to your husband in any context, but especially not on this.

So naturally, you were confused but relieved when Juan Borgia was too drunk to even stand on his two feet, let alone consummate a marriage.

You tried to guide him to the bed, but he was much bigger than you.

He fell on the bed dragging you with him, leaving you trapped between his semi-unconscious body and the mattress.

"Look at my pretty wife..." He mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

Somehow you managed to get him on his back and release yourself.

"Good night, Borgia" you sighed once you finally were able to get comfortable.

You thought he was done bothering you for the night.

Boy, you were wrong.

Hours later, the sun was starting to rise, and you woke up, by a slightly less drunken Juan Borgia on top of you, kissing your neck.

The sensation was strange... Not bad, almost ticklish. It made you want to giggle, GIGGLE! FOR JUAN BORGIA!

"What are you doing?" you ask confused.

"Finishing the task we had last night..."

And so he did... Let's just say, intimacy was way better than your mom and the nuns had described it.

MARRIED LIFE

Every hour he had, every second he spared, was to either think about doing you or actually doing you.

God! You were so annoying, acting all bratty, and making his life impossible.

He still couldn't keep your naked body, or your soft whimpers out of his mind.

At first, it was pure lust, it really was.

You both kept the same dynamic of annoying each other, yet there was a new element, sex.

When intimate life is that good, when the bed chemistry is so powerful when all the lust is only fueled by hatred, and of course, being no condoms at the time, it wasn't a surprise that you got pregnant very fast.

Yes, Juan pretended he didn't care for you.

Seeing you pregnant with his child tho... That fucked with his brain chemistry a bit.

Why did he suddenly want to hold you? He felt disgusted with himself.

Before this, all the sinful thoughts he had about you were fulled by the need to ruin you, to corrupt you, almost to make you submit to him since he knew that in any other way, even if it was hard for him to admit, you could easily outsmart him.

But now... He wanted to protect you, to make sure you never suffered again.

He realized he was down bad when you asked him to join you in a walk around the town.

He didn't want, for you to expose yourself like that, but he would have never admitted to you that he cared for your well-being.

He followed you closely, while you gracefully walked around the plaza rubbing your belly.

And it all went downhill, when a man, a peasant, walked your way and tried to touch your belly without your consent.

You politely tried to get away, but the man kept harassing you.

The next thing you saw was your husband beating the man to death, while he yelled things about, how dared a peasant even look at a noblewoman.

I mean, he was the head of the papal army, no one blinked an eye.

He then realized he would kill for you, he had done it, and he would do it again without hesitating.

The next time he realized how much he cared for you was when your son was born.

Then he realized, when you held that baby in your arms, sitting in the bed next to him, humming a sweet song for the child to calm down. He realized that what he felt for you was love.

[modern-inheritance]

This is a WIP! It has Arya and Islanzadí finding out how to be normal! I think? I don't fucking know. Taking down tomorrow.

I don't like to post full WIPs but I am zoomies rn.

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Arya’s eyes held nothing but a subdued fire, face blank. Her voice was equally neutral, no curiosity or anger, no accusation or trepidation. “Are you sure?”

Islanzadí suppressed the urge to take a steadying breath and nodded. “Yes. You showed the court. And I…” Unable to hold it back, she sucked in a deep breath and released it, trying to let the tremor in her throat out before she spoke again. “I couldn’t look. I didn’t. And that…was not right.” She leveled her gaze with her daughter’s, resolute. “You say you refuse to hide your scars. It’s time I stop hiding from what my inaction allowed you to endure without my support.”

The queen held her breath as Arya looked down. If she refused–

But it was only a moment. Barely even a second. Arya looked back up and shrugged, a wry grin touching her lips. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Despite herself Islanzadí’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline when her daughter reached a hand behind her back and, with practiced ease, unzipped and, somehow, managed to slip the sports bra she was wearing off her arms and tossed it into the laundry hamper beside the bed. “Oh, what? You just learned I was sleeping with Fäolin, you can’t think he didn’t teach me at least something useful in the bedroom.” 

Islanzadí opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find a response as the younger elf cackled at her expression. “I…will process that after…this.”

Still giggling to herself in short bursts, Arya turned to face away and grabbed the loose tanktop at the nape of her neck and pulled it over her head. 

The laughter died as the temperature of the room dropped, ghosts of air feeling both burning and electric in some places, muted and numb in others. As it always did now. 

Arya disguised the steadying inhale and huffed exhale with a shake of her head. She trapped the tanktop around her upper arms and hugged it to her chest to preserve some modesty, finishing the movement by tugging her wayward braid over her shoulder. 

“Ta-da.” 

The silence was heavy. 

Arya absolutely hated it.

Without turning, Arya jerked her head in the direction of her desk. “Wastebasket’s over there if you’re gonna puke.”

“I’m not going to puke.” Islanzadí’s voice was quiet, hollow even. It took more than a little self control for her daughter to not cast a glance over her shoulder. 

The silence was not the reaction she had wanted. Hell, she didn’t know what kind of reaction would have been most favorable, really, just didn’t want silence. 

She opened her mouth again to speak but stopped, unable to find words. Maybe silence was the only answer for it.

Arya felt rather than heard her mother take a half step forward before pulling back, a soft gasp at her own movement as if it had startled her. The trepidation was…oddly comforting. Like Islanzadí was realizing in the moment just what could set her daughter off, was respecting the invisible boundaries she had set. 

For some reason…it made her smile. With the slightest turn of her head, eye catching on the queen standing behind her in the periphery of her vision, Arya found herself speaking words she could have never imagined saying before now. 

“You can come closer if you want. I only bite Shades.” 

A quiet, broken sound fell from Islanzadí’s lips. She closed the distance in an instant before raising a hand, warmth hovering just over her daughter’s ruined skin. 

“Arya…” Islanzadí choked on the name. This…this was…. 

This was her daughter. Her Little Star. Her child, her baby, the little bundle she had held close one night after months of waiting, Evandar over her shoulder, exhausted by never happier than she was in that moment. Swearing to protect her, to do everything she could to make her life bright and filled with joy and–

Arya dropped her gaze. “Not as bad as it looks.” Her words were a mumble, not nearly as convincing as she had hoped. “Could have been worse, really. If Eragon and Saphira hadn’t healed what they did, when they did it, uh…” She trailed off, remembering the fuzzy image of her unhealed injuries Brom had purposefully blurred and Eragon and Saphira had refused to show her unadulterated. “I’m…probably not helping, am I?”

Shaking fingertips touched the giant missing swath that dropped down from Arya’s right shoulder for barely an instant before yanking back as if burned. The brevity of the contact, rather than the contact itself, made the woman flinch, followed by fumbled assurances. “It’s fine! Just…. It’s fine. I don’t care if you touch them. Glen’s been all over the damn things trying to figure them out.”

Unable to stop herself, Islanzadí stepped forward again. Slowly, trembling, the queen gently rested first her fingertips, then her palm on her daughter’s back. 

Arya squeezed her eyes shut at the broken gasp that followed, the heartbreaking sound she had heard dozens upon dozens, hundreds upon hundreds of times over from mothers and fathers finding their slain children on the battlefield. Nearly the same sound sons and daughters with missing limbs and pieces let out, crushed and smothered wails into the shoulders of their parents and loved ones as they were met with the undeniable truth of their new reality. 

She hadn’t made that sound when she first saw the scars in their totality. Her first instinct had been to claw her shirt the rest of the way off, mute, staring, trying to burn them into her mind before she tried to heal them. It hadn’t worked, of course. But for some reason her acceptance of them had come so immediately after the first attempt it never…never quite hit as hard as she had expected it to. 

“What did he do to you?” Tears were evident in Islanzadí’s voice, palm sliding across the hills and valleys left by instruments best left unspoken, fire and metal and hide and claw. “Little Star, what…what did he do to you?”

Despite it all, Arya couldn’t help the dry grin twisting her lips. “That’s my little secret to know, mum. No one else needs to hear it. It’s mine.” The grin widened. “Durza’s dead. Can’t keep a secret with two people.”

“I’ll kill him.” The change to the Ancient Language instinctively snapped Arya’s head around, wide eyed at her mother’s oath. Islanzadí, Queen of the Elves, stood with one hand over her mouth and tears streaming down her face, words muffled but achingly clear in their intent and promise. “I will kill Galbatorix for what he’s done to you.” 

It really, really shouldn’t have. But the oath made Arya chuckle. “Hey. Get in line.” She turned back to staring at the wall. “I’m not letting you skip like Eragon did.” 

Whether she heard her daughter’s quip or not, Islanzadí had no response. Instead she slid her fingers up the younger elf’s spine, another gasp pulled from her throat. “You…when you’re rubbing your neck, you–” 

“Can’t feel it half the time? It’s not too bad. The nerve responses come and go.” 

Islanzadí’s fingertips trailed down the rift again. Stars above, she could feel the muscles moving as her daughter breathed. Not only that but she could see them, rippling with every movement and shift. 

No, no, her Little Star should not, could not live with this. Badge of pride be damned, her child would not live with such scars to remind her of that monster’s touch. 

Warmth was the first warning. Sparking at her mother’s fingers. The first breath of sound from her lips–

Arya was moving, shirt yanked back over her head, teeth clenched, whirling around in a burst of speed that even the queen couldn’t track. Islanzadí felt her shoulders and the back of her head hit the wall by the door first, the hand that had been tracing the scarring slamming it soon after as her daughter pinned it in an iron grip. Arya’s other hand was over her mouth before the second syllable had even reached her throat, clamping her teeth shut tight with an audible click in the whirlwind.

To Islanzadí’s utter shock, Arya did not recoil as she had before when her instincts reared their heads. Dark emerald eyes bored into lightning gold, firm, completely unyielding. 

“That…” Arya cautioned, voice low. “Is a very…very bad idea. Do you understand?” Her gaze softened slightly, even if her grip did not. “I can’t let you go until you do. This is important.”

Eyes wide, completely and utterly bewildered, Islanzadí managed to nod twice. 

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, and I need you to swear to me in the Ancient Language that you will not attempt to heal any of my scars from Durza or Gil’ead again. Alright?” 

Again, Islanzadí nodded. In this she would not argue. Arya was coming through with another boundary and making herself quite clear. 

The moment the oath was struck Arya released her hold and stumbled back, dropping onto the bed when the back of her knees found it. Her shoulders slumped in obvious relief, and, with a wheezed laugh, the young elf shook her head and braced her hands on her knees. “Fuck, that was close.” A broken chuckle slipped out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, that was…that was completely necessary, I should have told you when you asked to see them. Fuck! I’m so sorry.” 

Shaking, Islanzadí peeled herself from the wall and in three strides was kneeling on the floor before her daughter, grasping her face in slim hands and brushing away the start of tears with her thumb. “It’s alright, Little Star. I should not have tried to cast on you without any warning. I was foolish.”

Arya choked out a laugh again. Whatever had prompted the outburst, necessitated the oaths, it had clearly rattled her. “You were doing what mums do.”

“We’re a bit different from most mums and daughters, though. Shh, Little Star. It is alright, it is over now.” Arya just shook her head. “No harm done to me, no harm done to you.” 

It took a few deep breaths for the younger elf to steady herself. “I should have told you before this.” A bright, apologetic smile, showing those sharp canines and premolars, face wild and still somehow cracked at the edges of the grin. “We…we can’t heal them.”

Islanzadí frowned and, out of pure, old habit, tucked a wild shock of her daughter’s hair behind her ear before releasing her hold on her face. “Anything can be healed, Little Star. I know how you see them as proof of your resolve, but–”

“Mum, look at me.” The feral smile never fell. Grew just a bit more pained. A bit more…accepting? Arya touched two fingers to the center of her forehead. “Look at me through magic.”

The queen blinked. She had refrained from doing so earlier to respect her daughter’s privacy. But now she could feel Arya lowering the wards that prevented such a gaze catching, exposing all but her vital organs to damage, sight…stripping away all her wards but the ones that would save her from a mortal blow. 

So Islanzadí just nodded and closed her eyes. Breathed in, breathed out…and opened her consciousness to the world.

Life and light flared up around her. She could feel and see it all, from the little beetles marching along the windowsill to the muted, half warded pulse of Glenwing in the kitchen down the hallway. And Islanzadí could feel and see the emerald and neon green flare of her daughter shifting on the bed, turning around and crossing her legs so that her mother could see her back through the lens of how magic and life interwove together and–

‘Sweet stars above.’ 

Islanzadí’s hands flew to her mouth to silence the cry wrenched from her throat. 

Black threads cut across her daughter’s light. Over every scar he had left, every wound he had inflicted that still lingered on her skin, the Shade, Durza, his magic, parts of him, were sewn onto and into the scars. Stars above, she could see where they plunged into Arya’s flesh, the nerves all delicately sewn across and around with sharp thread tensioned just so. So tight and cutting into her, no start or end in sight.

They hummed with malice when Islanzadí reached out and hovered her hand above them. The words were too complex, the actual spells that had anchored them and held them fast were indecipherable even with her years of experience, dark magic fueling their directives. And yet she knew, she could feel what it wanted, and oh no, not to her, please–

Islanzadí ripped away and toppled back. She caught herself on her hands before she fell completely backward. Spots swam in front of her eyes and she shook her head to clear them, only to find her daughter staring at her. Upside down, laying on the bed with her head hanging off the edge and braid swaying to touch the floor.

That damn wry, pained grin playing at her lips. “See why I freaked out?” When her mother simply gaped at her, unable to put her horror into words, Arya shrugged and sat up, spinning around to again put her feet flat on the floor. “To be fair, when Glen and I tried to heal it together for the first time it almost killed me. So…a bit cautious on that front lately.” 

And suddenly Islanzadí had her arms around her and was hugging her daughter to her chest, muffling the startled, “Oh, okay,” as tears fell to the top of her head.

[faghubby]

Caught in the pantry

"Shh" Judy hushed me. As she tried to pull my pants down, she was crazy I thought. We were currently at a party at her sisters house. Where she had dragged me into the kitchen pantry. She had worn her pink strapon under her dress. She had first pegged me six months ago. I had been reluctant but discovered I loved it. Judy ever pushing the boundaries had started to wear it so she could fuck me in public. Like I would do to her on occasions. But this was her sister house surrounded by our friends and family. I know she wouldn't stop.

"Alright but quick" I told her dropping my pants she shot lube up my ass and drove her cock in with no resistance,

"We need a bigger one" she teased as she fucked me hard she wanted me to moan as usual. But I bit my lip. Bit suddenly the door opened and Brian just stared at us. It took a moment till it registered what he saw then he closed the door. Judy giggled and drove her cock deep one last time. Before she pulled it out. I quickly got dressed.

I was in full panic mode.

"Leave Brian to me" she said smacking my ass gently. Brian and I didn't exactly get along. Judy had been Brian's long time on and off boyfriend before I came along. He was also her brothers best friend.

Judy pulled her strapon off and handed to me as she left first. Great what was I suppose to do with this I thought. I hid it on the top shelf would get it later and put it in her bag. I came out to see Judy and Brian standing close talking. I grabbed a drink and found a corner to hide. I never liked parties anyway. But now I was just waiting for Brian to walk in and tell everyone. I downed the drink and got another. Judy came up behind me and grabbed my ass. I jumped.

"Calm down sweety" she said kissing me hard. I finished my drink and another.

"We need to go" Judy told me. As I stumbled towards the door. I looked up to see Brian helping me to the cat,

"Thank you" Judy said and hugged him. Before driving me home. Half way home Judy asked.

"Where is my cock?"

"Crap I left it in the pantry" I told her.

"What! Oh shit!" She pulled over. I opened the door and puked.

"Brian, I need another favor" I heard her say. "Paulie, left my toy in the pantry on the top shelf. Would you, before Liz finds it" obviously I only heard one side of the conversation. But whatever he said made her laugh. "Thanks I owe you big" she hung up.

"Thst is going to cost you big" she told me. And continued to drive home. Judy put me to bed. I basically passed out. I woke to use the bathroom it was after 2am. I heard voices. I went to investigate grabbing Judy's robe. I stopped at the living room. As I saw Judy naked bent over the chair. As Brian fucked her from behind.i noticed the strapon harness on the floor but the dildowasn't.

"Oh my god. Judy cried out as I saw Brian pushing the toy into her ass as he continued to pound away on her pussy. I couldn't move.

"There he is" Brian laughed never slowing Judy raised her eyes but I watched as she orgasmed on his cock. Which led to Brian pumping his seed inside her. He pulled out and started to grab his clothes.

"Nice robe" he laughed Judy sat on the floor catching her breath. She pulled the dildo from her ass. Brian walked straight up to me.

"Why don't you kiss my dick to say thank you" he told me. This man I hated even more now. But he towered over me by at least 6 inches. I noticed how buff he was as he stood still naked before me. I swallowed hard. Unable to answer him. He turned and laughed. Getting dressed and leaving.

I went to Judy still on the floor.

"Don't be mad, it was the price to keep him quiet" she told me. I helped her to her feet. She seemed dizzy.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked concerned.

"No baby, he gave me what I needed" she told me as I helped her to bedroom.

"Do you want to shower" I asked. She looked at me.

"You could wash me" she smiled and laid on the bed. Pulling me to her.

"Use your tounge and wash me" she begged.

"Judy he didn't use a condom" I told her.

"I know suck his sperm out of me" she told me pushing my head to her crotch.

"I cant" I said pulling away.

"I saw how you thought about it when Brian told you to kiss his cock" she told me

"Please, I so want to see you eat his cum" Judy told me pulling to her again. She knew she could get me to do anything. I licked her stomach.

"Yes baby, show me how much you love me" she moaned I worked myself down. Till I finally licked her tasting his cum. She went wild. Moaning and pulling my hair.

"See he taste so good, doesn't he" she told me. "I knew you would love it" the more I licked the more she loved it I swallowed globs of his cum. Until I made her cum. Then she pushed out whatever remained to my tounge. Then pulled me up and kissed me tasting Brian as well as herself. On my tounge. We held each other falling asleep.

in the morning Judy joined me in the shower. She soaped up my ignored penis and stroked me slow.

"I want to take Brian as a lover" she said to me. Before I could respond she continued.

"He does things to me you can't and makes me lose control. I love you but I think you would love it if I cuckold youz" she said then let go of my still throbbing cock. I looked down surprised and realized how much smaller I was then Brian. How her toys where all bigger then me. How I had never made her cum harder then when I cleaned her last night.

"But, so what you want a divorce" I asked standing naked my cock hard and bouncing in8 front of me.

"No, Brian was never marriage material, I just realized I need his cock sometimes" she told me. She got out of the shower. "What do you think?" She asked.

"I don't understand" I muttered.

"Yes you do" she said stroking my cock only once. I followed her into the bedroom.

"Go get my cock" she ordered. I looked at her surprised. "NOW" She added sternly. I went and found her toy and harness. I cleaned it since it was still dirty from last night before I bought it to her. She stood and lifted her leg so I could slid the harness up her leg. I stayed on my knees as I adjusted the straps.

"Show me how you wanted to kiss Brians cock last night" she said. I looked up at her. And bent and kissed her toy. She didn't say anything just let me explore her cock.

"Brian would have loved that" she told me when i stopped. She pushed me over the bed and applied lube to her cock. She drove her cock in deep in one thrust.

"That's right you love a cock in your ass" she told me. I moaned as she fucked me. It felt different this was not a game. She was asking me submit to her. I collapsed and she pulled her cock free.

"Brian would never allow me to do that, I love you" she said laying on my back. She got up and took off her cock and started to get dressed I just laid there for a moment.

" I could meet him without you" She said. "Would that be better?" she asked. She wasn't saying she wouldn't see him just comprises on how. I was now sitting on the bed. She looked at me, and dropped to her knees she took my cock in her mouth and I came in seconds. She stood up and kissed me feeding me my own cum. I swallowed it

"Not as sweet as Brian's is it?" She smiled.w knew she had convinced me. As she finished getting dressed. I got up and dressed as well. We went about out normal routine.

"Stop in there" Judy tod me pointing to a shopping center. We parked in front of her favorite lingerie boutique.

"Come in and help me pick something out special for Brian?" she asked. I paused. "We could get you something too" she smiled. I got out and went inside.

"Brian first, he likes me in red or black" she told me as we walked in. I wondered around

"How about this?" I said pointing out a pretty plain black bra and panty set. Judy walked over to me and looked to the maniquine above where I was looking.

"OH yes, he will love that" she told me kissing my cheek. I looked up where she was and saw a demicup black lace bra with red hearts with ,arching sheer thong and garter belt and stockings. She picked out her size.

"Okay your turn" I needed to top that outfit I thought. But I also loved Judy in pastels. I found a sexy sheer night gown in pink with a matching lace thong. I thought it would look amazing on her.

"Perfect" Judy told me and again found her size. When I went to pay I was in shock. We had spent $250. Judy had added a few pairs of sexy panties to the pile.

"We could put the pink outfit back" Judy told me. With a pout.

"It's okay" I said Judy was even happier when we left.

"Brian really makes you this happy" I said sadly

"No you do, Brian just feeds my physical needs" she told me. "But don't worry I wouldn't forget you" she rubbed my thigh.

"Let's go to the adult bookstore" she said in her sexy voice. I hated that place it always made me feel dirty. But I drove to the other side of town. The parking lot looked empty. We went inside. Judy danced around picking out sexy outfits.

"I could be your naughty nurse" she teased. Putting it back. In the back of the store where the toys. She went straight to the dildos that fit in our harness. And picked up a big black one. She handed it to me.

"That's too big" I said softly.

"Areyou sure?" She smiled. Then picked out another. "I guess this is as big as Brian's" she smiled handing it to me as well. She then found some butt plugs and added them to my pile. She took by the front of my pants and led me to the register. The man behind the counter smiled. As I paid for it all.

"Lube?" He asked me.

"Yes a large bottle" Judy smiled. The man nodded and smiled at her. As he added a large bottle to my bag. I was so embarrassed as we left. But Judy was skipping she was so happy. She was texting so,eome the whole way home.

"Brian wants to meet me again, tonight" Judy told me as we got in the house. I was still unsure about all this. But I nodded

"OH baby you are the best" Judy squealed grabbing the bag of lingerie and rushing to the bedroom. I followed her with the toys. Sue was in the shower. I opened and washed the toys and put them in our toy box.

"Would you like something to eat before you go?" I asked Judy. She popped her head put of the shower.

"That would be lovely" she sang. She was so excited her smile brightened the room. I went to make dinner. When I was just about finished Judy came in depressed in tight leather pants and a low cut blouse showing off the edge of her bra. And high heel shoes. O could see she wore the stockings underneath.

"Smells great" she told me taking her plate. We sat and ate in silence.

"I am late, she suddenly said looking at her watch. She stood I stood as well. She kissed me goodbye and cubbed my balls.

"Don't play with this, ever" she smiled. And left. I settled in and watched the baseball game. And fell asleep in the chair. I woke at 1 am when Judy came home. She was a mess. She didn't even wear her shirt. Just the bra. She looked exhausted I helped her to bed. As I undressed her.i got aroused rolling her stocking off her legs she just watched me as she sat on the bed. I felt dry cum on the inside of her thigh.

"Do you want to taste him again?" Judy asked. As I helped her remove her dirty panties. I shook my head no. And she went to use the bathroom. When she returned I helped her with a clean pair of panties. And her normal oversized tee she slept in. She sat 9n the edge of the bed and pulled my cock out. She slowly gave me a handjob. She had me cum and used her dirty panties to catch it. We didn't say a word just went to bed.

This instantly became a routine. Judy met Brian every Saturday night and gave me a handjob when she returned.

"Judy I want you" I whined one Saturday afternoon. She smiled and went and put on her strapon.

"Bend over" she commanded holding the bottle of lube. I didn't say anything about the larger toy that she had attached to the harness. Just dropped my shorts and bent over the table. She had me lubed and her toy buried in my ass before I knew what was happening.

" I been meeting Brian for nooners and afternoon delights during the week.' Judy told me. She fucked me hard and fast. " I don't think I would feel you inside me after how much he has been fucking me" she continued. I was moaning and bucking back to her.

"You are such a horny anal slut" she teased. I wanted to cum so bad. As she pulled out leaving me feeling empty. She had me strip and help her get dressed in new lingerie. She then handed me thr pink outfit we had bought weeks ago.

"This is in your size" she smiled. And proceeded to make me put it on.

"So fitting, you take it up the ass, and have eaten cum" she told me running her hands over the soft material. She had me make dinner in the outfit then left to meet Brian. I sat and tried to watch the game in the frilly pink lingerie, bit found myself aroused. I wanted to play with myself but instead went to take a cold shower. As I did I noticed Judy's razor and without thinking shaved around my cock and balls. Before getting out and dressed again.

Judy returned early happy to see me still wearing the lingerie. She laid me on the bed and sat on my face feeding me Brian's cum. Then got up put the strapon back on and fucked me with a 10 inch toy. I felt like she would split me in two.

There was no more discussions, she abused my ass whenever the fancy took her. Home, public bathrooms, in the car. She had me wear panties she bought for me. And Brian provided all the pleasure she needed. While I ate everyday of cum either from her used cunt. Or a condom.

I just excepted my place, even when she openly told people how much of a faggot I was.

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Yandere!Thrawn x f!reader part 3

Part 1, 2

Tag list

tag : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslight, murder, somnophilia

You take a leave after your lover's death. You really needed to get some fresh air, change your idea. You found a cheap hotel on Coruscant and tried all the bars, pubs and clubs the city planet has to offer.

You drink glasses after glasses, you drink to forget. And you dance to free your spirit, you dance with abandon, you cheat on your solitude with cheap beers and unglamorous hook ups with people you met commending your glasses.

Or at least you try, each time you find someone down to fuck with you they all disappear leaving you all alone and miserable with your empty drink.

You always finish completely wasted and walk alone at your hotel but nothing happens to you thanks to an unknown presence looking over you from a distance. You feel like a gaze burning your back each time you leave your hotel bedroom.

One night you're seated at a table, alone with your glass when a young man and a woman come to you. "Hello, hot stuff!" You look at him dead in the eyes, not down to filrt "Get lost." you empty your drink. "Don't take it like that" the woman tries "Me and my boyfriend are searching for someone to have fun with and we thought you looked cute as hell."

You snarl, putting down your glass with a thud "No. Find someone else.", "As you wish, but would you at least humor us a friendly conversation? There is so little friendly face around here."She says visibly saddened, her boyfriend nods understandingly. You sigh deeply, massaging the bridge of your nose "Alright but you pay the drinks. I want the most expensive.", "On it, gente demoiselle" he says with a snap of his fingers like he controls the bar. You have little to no recollection of the next conversation, gulping down alcohol you quickly feel weird "I think I will head home...", "Let us help you, you don't look good." they propose. Putting your arms around their shoulder they drag you out of the crappy bar.

At some point you can't take it "Wait... I need to puke" you warn and run behind a building to relieve yourself. Way too occupied to vomit, you don't hear the commotion next street, it's quick and effective. You react only when someone grabs your hair to move them out of your face. "Who... Thrawn?", "Hello, is it not amusing to cross path here?" He gently smiles at you as you're shaked by a new shiver.

"Sorry, its not glamourous." you present your excuses, way too wasted to notice the weirdness of him being here. "It is good, take your time." he responds understandingly, holding your hair and caressing your back. You head out to the street but the couple's not here anymore. Weird.

"You are searching someone?" he asks innocently, "Yes... I left the bar with two people..." you're so dizzy your head hurt. "You were alone when I saw you.", "I was...? Oh maker, I'm so drunk." You feel the planet pitch "Can you help me to my hotel room, please?". "Of course, this is what friends are for" He delicately takes your hand and put the other on your lower back to gently guide you. "It's in this direction." You indicate. "No it is not."

It is not? weird... You must have taken the wrong path.

So you walk away from the murder scene, never noticing the two corpses with slitted throats throwed unceremoniously in the bins. Thrawn didn't forget to collect the sedative they put in your drink as he walks you to his hotel.

He welcomes you in his hotel suite he especially choosed for you. With the alcohol and the sedative you're in no condition to notice he wipes your face clean, brushes your teeth and changes you in pyjamas.

Isn't it weird that he gots feminine pyjamas exactly to your measurements?

He very gallantly lays you down on the bed and takes the sofa. He wakes up early and prepares you breakfeast himself, waking you up with delicious scents. The first thing you see as you open your eyes is a tray full to the brim and Thrawn's gentle smile.

"Hello, did you sleep well?" he murmures, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Like a baby..." you yawn. You talk softly, breaking and sharing bread, clinking caff cups like you would champagne with a chuckle.

This is so perfect... Him waking up his dear little wife friend and sharing a breakfast in bed under the Corustantian sun through the large bay windows. He's already addicted to these displays of domesticity.

You chat about mundanities, you didn't know Thrawn could small talk, him who's always so serious... But he seems so cool and relaxed this morning, you feel like you're starting to discover the man he is behind the Grand Admiral personna. You feel close to him. It warms your heart.

You yawn deeply "I think... I'll stay in bed a little...", "Do as you please." Nothing surprising, it is just the sedative he laced your caff with that started to take effect. He lays next to you, looking eyes in eyes you just smile and soon sleep takes you. "Sleep well, my love" he whispers "I am here to watch over you." He kisses your forehead and caresses your hair, holding your hand.

You wake up in the afternoon in an empty bed, so you head to the showers, it feels so good to feel warm waters running on your skin, you shampoo and condition your body thoroughly to get rid of any remnant of vomit you might have on you. You don't notice the door that opens an inch, just enough for Thrawn to spy and admire your perfect body.

"What do you mean my clothes are unusable ?" You ask surprised, wrapped in a towel, still trickling water. "I am afraid you soiled them last night, I had to get rid of them."

Perfectly untrue, he just wants to keep your clothes with your scent on it, and your underwear for his private times. You have such good taste in lingerie.

"What will I do then?", "Put some of mine, I will take you shopping." You blink "But I dont have the paycheck to buy anything in this neighborhood!", he shakes his head "Nonsense, given the situation I will pay for them."

He takes you to the Grand Magasins and takes pleasure in watching you try on expensive clothes. After such a cute morning and lovely display in the shower he's in the mood to spoil you rotten. He just wished he could choose for you, dress you as he wants... everything in due times.

"Take a dress too, I thought we could go out to a restaurant tonight." he proposes. "How much it will cost you" you worry. "Do not think about that, I am simply happy to spend some times with a friend." he simply respond, closing the matter. It doesn't show but the term "friend" scorches his mouth.

He takes you out for a fancy dinner in a high class restaurant. "Well" You smirk "Shopping and restaurant? You wouldn't be my friend I could think you're trying to sway me, Thrawn. You really do know how to do it with women, why I never saw you with someone at your arm?" His bite almost took a wrong turn in his throat. He IS trying to sway you, and no the fact that you are in this situation prove he doesn't know how to do it with anyone. "I am a pretty secretive person, I do not like my private life exposed to the public." He explains. "True, true." you nod "So it means this is a privilege to be here with you? I better make the most of it;" You wink and clink your glasses. His heart flutters. There will be a lot more evenings like that with you he promises himself. He knows it down to his bones.

"No, you're not sleeping on the sofa tonight. This is a double bed!" You're really adamant. "I assure you I do not mind sleeping on the sofa." He says. "Oh come on, we're both adults, we can both sleep in the same bed, we are not gonna die!"

Talk for yourself, he feels like he would explode if he slept next to you. This is so intimate, he's not ready, he always stayed conscious while you were sleeping, holding you in his arms. But this, this is what couples do, you're not yet a couple, everything is not perfect yet! He still has so much to plan! So much to prepare, he's not mentally ready!

Long story short he backed down before your resoluted mind. But he is far from sleeping. Eyes glued to the ceiling he listens to your deep and peaceful breath. He's on fire, the mind at 100 miles per hour, you're driving him absolutely insane. You're just here! Right next to him! He just has to slide his hand and graze yours. You're so close!! Each breath he takes fills his nose and lungs of your sweet scent, driving him absolutely feral. He feels your warmth next to him, the bed slightly dipping... So many impure thoughts fill his mind, do you not know the impact you can have on men? You're torturing him, bring him to his knees, reveal his most ugly sides...

At some point he can't take it anymore, he starts touching himself, he needs a release so badly... He does it quickly and deprives himself of cuming, to not leave any suspicious traces . He's embarrassed that you have such a power over him, making him the most baseless man, drived by carnal instincts.

But this is not enough, he needs something else... He needs you. In a way he never needed someone before...

Then... He hears a moan

You sigh lascively, caressing your collar bone, deeply sleeping. He listens closely only to hear another plaintive and needy whimper. He feels you pressing your legs together under the covers.

Erotic dreams...

He shakes his head with a carnivorous grin, aren't you a bit greedy and shameless? Having an erotic dream when sleeping in the same bed of your Grand Admiral... How brazen of you!

Any other man would jump on the occasion and have you right here and there, but he's not like that. He's gallant and wants you to have your pleasure for yourself. How thoughtful of him.

He presses against you, deeply inhaling your hair scent and pulls you in a tight embrace. You whine as his hand slides under your shirt to caresses your breast. It is so soft and round, so perfect! He pinches your nipple and you gasp in your sleep. He kisses the crook of your neck and his other hand grazes your venus mount right at the hem of your pants. He draws circles on the skin, prompting you to squeal and sway your hips, grinding your tight ass against his groin. It feels so good! Only you can make him feel like that! And soon, only him could make you feel good!

He breathes deeply and passes by the boundary of the hem of your panties, he trails your slit with his finger and titillate your clit. You mewl, pressing your legs together, imprisoning his hand. He circles your nervous bud, caressing across it, torturing you with rough rubs and soft strokes. He presses it down with his thumb and you exhale a satisfied sigh.

He feels you getting wetter and wetter by the second. What a naughty one! He thinks back to all the time you had to sleep with your comrades in shacks during training, did you act like that back then? He will need to punish you for that. For now he's busy giving you pleasure. He enters you with two fingers and scissors you thoroughly, hooking his knuckles he grazes your gummy spot, you moan louder and press your ass against his loin again, he can't resist and grind himself against your plump ass.

He accelerates his ministrations as he reaches a higher pleasure, you both moan and rut against the other chasing your pleasure. You come with a cry and squirt in his hand.

He's breathless, face hidden in the crook of your neck. He didn't succeed in controling himself and rided you to completion. Looks like he will need to clean suspicious traces after all…

He takes out his hand and observes the mess you made on his fingers. He licks them clean meticulously, you’re the sweetest treat he ever had. He wants to dive between your legs and laps you clean, drinks from you. But he resists.

Just to fuck with you he lets you like that, shirt unbuttoned and pants under the hips with soaked panties. He kisses your cheek and goes to sleep, hugging you tightly, his nose buried in your hair.

You wake up completely untidy. Oops! You hope Thrawn didn't see you like that... You hope you didn't moan in your sleep too, it would be so embarassing! You dreamt of your passed lover, dreaming of a passionate night with him, it looked so real, so vivid...

You dress yourself decently and go to the living room to see your luggages here. "I took the liberty to bring your luggage to our suite." Thrawn says nonchalantly, sipping his hot caff.

How did he knew in wich hotel to get your stuff ?? You must have told him across a conversation, surely.

“Slept well?” He toys with you, you laugh embarrassed “Well… agitated sleep.” He scoffs to himself, it amuses him tremendously.

“Ha! Wait a sec.” You remember you wanted to pay him back dinner at least, you grab your purse and… “Huh?”, “A problem?” he asks, raising his head from his caff, “I can’t find my debit card… My papers and my comlink disappeared too.”

You grab your luggages and search through them, knowing full well you only put those in your purse. You start frantically searching the whole suite. He puts his cup down and helps you search. You put the suite upside down and found nothing. You’re trembling and holding back a sob when you search your purse again with the same result. You know very well what happens to undocumented peoples in the Empire, what if a policeman catches you? What will you do then?

Thrawn puts his hand on your shoulder comfortingly, “Maybe you lost them at the bar or at your former hotel. Someone must have find them and brought them to a police station-”, “You don’t understand!” you almost shout “You’re a Grand Admiral, you’re untouchable. I don’t give off this aura. If they catch me, I’m done for!” 

He gently circles your shoulders with his arm and presses you against him. “They will not. As long as you remain with me they will not dare touch you, I will not let them.”

 He will need to burn down the items rapidly he notes and then gain access to the cardkey of your apartment

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Brains, Blood and Marriage Proposals what can go wrong

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He is so happy she sees it that way. So relieved that he doesn’t have to prove that to her or Buck. 

“Sounds like something more happened,” Eddie says. “Because, if I remember right, you were kind of the person who complained the least about the way we were raised.”

She chuckles a little. “Funny, right?”

“What happened?” He presses. 

“A week before you, uh…” She trails off. “You know?”

He nods. Yes, that super fun night in this very backyard. How could he forget?

“A week before, I left Hernan,” she says. 

He had expected as much. But he still wants to know the story. 

“I packed up my shit, ended up on their doorstep, and told them I was done.” She explains. “Asked them if I could stay while I found a job and a divorce attorney.”

“Chris didn’t mention that, when he called me to come home.” Eddie says.

“He probably wouldn’t have, given what he heard,” Sophia replies.

Eddie’s stomach twists. “What did he hear?”

“After a few days of indulging me, Mom and Dad sat me down in the living room and tried to convince me to go back to Hernan.”

Eddie winces. “Jeez.”

There’s something incredibly insidious, he realizes, how he was encouraged not to go after Shannon, or make any attempts at reconciliation. But Sophia got different treatment. Yeah, Eddie doesn’t want his son baking in all that misogyny for the remainder of his teenage years, either. 

“When I told them that I never really felt comfortable with Hernan, that he pursued me, and I went along with it because I felt I had to, and… And I didn’t love him. And that he didn’t want me to work. Just wanted babies…” 

She takes a shuddering inhale.

“They said, that’s what marriage is sometimes.”

Eddie could puke.

“Fuck that, Soph.” He tells her adamantly. “You made the right choice.”

“Oh, I know,” she exhales. “I was miserable. I’ve been happier being attacked by vampires with your boyfriend than I was sharing a bed with my husband.”

Eddie winces. 

“I’m guessing they didn’t come around?” 

She shakes her head. 

“I got heated, then they got heated, and then…” She sighs. “Then it became a really loud fight that wasn’t just about my failed marriage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like they lost focus on me, and it became about us.” 

Eddie frowns. “You and Hernan?”

“No. Me and you.” 

“Me? I didn’t leave Hernan. How is that also my fault?”

“Well, um, hate to break it to you, but we’re both in the disappointing kids club. They don’t know where they went wrong. Their eldest is an unstable, philandering, bad father. Their next child is is a haughty, cruel-hearted, gold digger, who just married a wealthier man to leave and make money off of him. If it comes out of the woodworks that Adriana is a serial killer, that’ll just be par for the course.”

“Oh god,” Eddie sighs.

“And of course Chris heard everything,” Sophia says. 

“No.” 

“Came barging out of his room to defend you. Just like you, actually. You’d have been proud, if it wasn’t so horrifying.”

“He shouldn’t have had to do that,” Eddie says, tears welling in his eyes. 

“No,” she agrees. “He shouldn’t have. But he did. And he made sure they knew it wasn’t your fault his mother died, and you were a good man, and…”

“And what?”

“And then they started shit talking Shannon, too.”

Eddie could boil from the inside out. How dare they? His poor boy. He always tried to protect Chris from their opinions of her. 

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In the days that come, it is incredibly hard to keep this a secret from Buck. Not that there’s anything to tell. Yes, he has decided, but he hasn’t done anything. Not until his planning lunch with Adriana tomorrow, anyway. It might actually be easier if he had. Had impulsively purchased a ring and came up with something quick, simply so the idea of proposing wasn’t a secret locked in his chest anymore. Screw Bobby’s waiting until June advice. He needs to be engaged to Buck soon. 

It gets even harder when Buck asks if they can go out to dinner on Friday night, just them.

“No Chris?” Eddie inquires. 

“Uh, no,” Buck says. “Maddie and Chim were going to take Jee to see that new Disney movie, and asked if Chris wanted to go.”

“They invited just Chris? Not us?” 

“Yep,” Buck nods. 

“Huh,” Eddie muses. “That’s… I mean, that’s nice, right? Like a real and uncle sort of thing to do?”

“Yes!” Buck agrees, a strange, nervous grin on his face. “Yes, and I don’t want to watch the damn movie. And if I don’t, I know you don’t.”

“That’s true,” Eddie agrees. 

“So dinner? You? Me? You know, a date.” 

Buck seems strangely militant about this. 

“Yes, I will go on a date with you, Buck,” Eddie laughs. “How fancy?”

“Look pretty,” Buck instructs. 

“So anything I want, then?”

Buck frowns. “I see I have praised your handsome face and mesmerizing ass too many times. It’s gone to your head. Dress nicely, Eddie.”

So Eddie dresses nicely. Pants that make his ass look, what was it? Mesmerizing? And a cream colored shirt that Eddie might never have chosen for himself until Buck saw it in a store and said fuck, you’d look good in that. Buck wears blue. Eddie loves when he wears blue. 

Eddie is a little concerned when the drive takes nearly an hour, headed south. Surely there are closer nice places to eat? But Buck says he got them reservations at a place in Malaga Cove. Which is super fancy and definitely out of their regular date night budget. Okay, so Buck is splurging, then. 

The restaurant is a Mediterranean style, fine-dining place, with an ocean-view patio. An ocean-view patio which they are given a private corner of. The server beams at them as she seats them. Someone is angling for a big tip, he supposes.

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Buck carries the bucket in one hand and does a cradle carry of the loaded shotgun in the other. 

“One day, will I be as strong as you?” Denny asks, struggling with the bags in his arms as they climb the stairs. 

“Stronger I bet.” Buck tells him. 

If they all survive that long. 

Buck thinks of it sometimes. What kind of world faces Denny. He can only imagine how often that’s on Hen and Karen’s minds. 

It’s as they’re about to step out onto the road that it happens. At first, the low thrumming sound of a distant engine. Strange enough, these days, to make Buck’s hairs stand on end.

“Denny, get behind me,” he orders, setting the fish bucket on the ground and gripping his shotgun with both hands. 

“What’s going on?” Denny asks, nervous. 

“Not sure yet,” Buck admits. 

He squints, looking into the distance. Coming from the southeast, still a ways off, is a car. Looks like a four door sedan, but… Black and white. A police cruiser? 

“Denny, take the walkie, go back onto the staircase where you’re hidden, and let them know a cop car is coming and I need help.”

“O-okay,” Denny says, voice shaky. He drops the rest of his things, grabs the walkie from where it’s clipped to Buck, and runs back in the direction they came. Buck hears him whispering, scared, into the device’s receiver. 

Buck gets low. Behind a bush. Where he hopefully won’t be seen if the driver speeds through. He doesn’t want to risk a drive by shooting. It’s pretty hard to pass them by and not see signs of life. A cared for property. Gardens. Security measures put in place; lower level windows all boarded up, extra locks on the doors. If the person is looking for refuge or other humans, they’ll stop. If they’re just passing through - taking a strange route - then he’s safe. 

Vaguely, Buck feels an age old wound start to throb. The maybe. The what if. What if this is Maddie? What if this is Abby? The chances are slim. Ridiculous even. How would either of them have gotten a squad car? Unless its radio is how Maddie knew where to come? Abby knows they’re here. If she was going to come back - if she was alive to come back - she would have by now. After all, it was her library, before it was theirs. 

The vehicle slows as it approaches the library. Buck turns the safety off his gun. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help someone who might need help. It’s really not that. He was a firefighter, for god’s sake. That was his whole calling. 

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Batboys ships feat. the morning after New Years (happy 2023 everyone!!)

~ ”Ughhh…” Dick Grayson took half the covers with him when he fell out of the bed, sore and completely hungover.

Because of this, Wally was forced to actually move and look over the edge at him.

“What the shit was that for?” he grumped. His condition wasn’t much better. He yanked the covers back, but Dick didn’t move.

He groaned. “M’ skull has a heartbeat…” he mumbled into the carpet.

Wally huffed in solidarity. “That speedster alcohol works. Remind me to thank and then punch Cisco later.”

“What, you’re leaving the house today?” Dick joked, finally managing to crawl back up into bed. Thankfully, the windows were closed, and they could probably go back to sleep. He faceplanted into Wally’s chest. “Shtay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” There was a serene pause. Not even the dog was up. “If you puke on me, I’m breaking up with you.”

“I would nev- maybe we should go to the bathroom.”

“GET OFF!”

~ Lian knew her dads were going to be hungover the morning after. She did not count on taking care of and reverse-parenting the shit out of them, though. It was sort of validating.

“Li, I’m buying you the fucking Wonka factory after this,” Roy groaned, half hanging out of the bed.

“You’re my favorite child,” Jason agreed, (barely) catching the water bottle she tossed him.

Lian grinned, leaning against the bed. “Don’t repay me in chocolate, repay me in solo patrol time!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Roy grumbled, taking the bottle Jay passed over.

“I’ll make you Nutella sandwiches for lunch.”

“I hate that you know my weakness.”

~

When Tim woke up, the house was quiet.

Normally he’s not the first one up anyways. The Manor always had the sound of training, yelling, busy hallways. Unless it was early enough, anyways.

Kon’s arm was draped over his chest, and he was still snoring peacefully.

“Kon,” Tim whispered, poking at his bicep. “Conner, we’re up first.”

Conner mumbled something like, “You’re up first. I’m asleep.”

Tim sighed, tracing patterns on his boyfriend’s arm. More sleep didn’t sound too bad, although late nights weren’t an excuse. Late nights were every night.

Still. It was New Years last night. He figured no one would be up until at least nine, which was the latest anyone usually slept in the Manor.

“Turn your brain off,” Kon hummed. “I can feel you thinking. It’s distracting.”

“I thought you were asleep,” Tim teased, lolling his head over to check the actual time.

Oh. Oh, no.

Tim sat bolt upright in bed, startling Kon off of him.

“What-?” he started to say in a panic, but Tim cut him off.

“FUCK,” he yelped. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

~

Despite Drake’s shouting, Damian had managed to sleep in- and that never happened.

He lay staring at the door, a blush spreading across his face as memories from the night before replayed.

“Dami!” Admittedly, the Kryptonian had only found him because he’d paused to watch the countdown in Gotham’s city square. He couldn’t say he was mad, although he was maybe a bit ashamed someone had caught him lacking.

“Kent,” Damian greeted. He hated the butterflies that swarmed his stomach. He hoped it didn’t show in his voice.

“Can I sit?” Jon said obliviously. Damian gestured to the ledge beside him, where they could see the big billboard. Thirty seconds.

Dami glanced at him after a few moments of silence. “Why are you in Gotham?”

Jon shrugged. “Conner’s here. And maybe I wanted to see you.”

Twenty seconds. “Me?”

“Yeah… unless- if you don’t-“

“Jon.” Damian was startled into using his first name. He hesitantly laid a gloved hand on Jon’s. “I like to see you too, if it comforts you.”

Jon smiled. “Well, then- the countdown’s starting!”

10.

9.

8.

Jon hopped up to his feet, pulling Dami with him by the hand. When they were standing, he didn’t let go.

7.

6.

Damian tried to ignore the short distance between them. He could feel the heat radiating from him.

5.

4.

When Jon leaned in, he may or may not have given Dami a heart attack.

3.

2.

1.

He kissed him, right as the first fireworks went off and the crowd screamed.

Movement in the bed next to him scared him so bad he fell out of it.

There was a knife in Damian’s hand before he recognized the person there.

Jon was looking at him, pretty eyes half-lidded, with a sleepy smile. Dami tried not to melt.

“Tryna kill me already, Sunshine?” he mumbled, still buried in the covers. “After one date, too. Am I that bad at kissing?”

“I-“ Dami dropped the knife, mostly in shock. “No. No, of course not. To both questions.”

Jon hummed. “Well maybe you should stop trying to stab me and do it again.”

He did. For a long time. Father didn’t need to know why he never left his room that day.

~ can you tell who my favorite is lol

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part III--"Lorelai Mourns Her Breakup WIth Dean--WTF Is Wrong With This Bish, No Seriously, Someone Needs To Study Her in A Lab Or Something" OR "Doofus In A Green Apron And the Woman Who Loved Him" Or "Supermarket Seduction: The Lorelai Gilmore Affair"

I'm kinda obsessed with playing Brand Name I Spy whenever someone visits Doose's. It's kinda fun to play Stars Hollow Anthropologist and figure out how these curious creatures live, what products they subsist on. In this scene I spotted (deep breath) Whiskas Cat Food, Ring Pops,Alpo and Pedigree Dog Food, Barilla Pasta Sauce, Princella Canned Sweet Potatoes, A1 Steak Sauce, Carnation Canned Milk, Sunkist Orange Soda, Dole bananas, Planters cashews ,Lindt chocolate, Dentyne Ice Gum, Uncle Ben's Rice, some kind of Ragu instant meal, Ocean Spray pie filling, Symphony chocolate bars, Vaseline and a variety of lotions (for which Jess is grateful), Band Aids, Stove Top Stuffing, Campbell's Soup, Gatorade, Mylanta, Pepcid, Ponds cream, Advil (both regular and a fruit flavored Children's variety), SO MUCH TYLENOL, Snuggle Detergent, Bounce Fabric Softener, Q Tips, Bactine, Neosporin, Quilted Northern wet wipes, Chapstick, 2 ginormous boxes of Kraft Instant Mac & Cheese, a WHOLE LOT of First Response pregnancy tests and ovulation kits (every one of these brands is still in existence 22 years later, btw) Aaaand last but not least: Kirk, A grown ass woman with a sick obsession over her daughter's teenage ex boyfriend, and a doofwad wearing a green apron.

The way those pregnancy tests are so fucking prominent in the background is sending me into orbit. Who is even getting laid in The Hollow besides Babette/Morey and Miss Patty, and they're past menopause. Things Doose's Market does not sell: Condoms Things Doose's Market does sell: Cigarettes (there's a "We Card" placard on the register)

The WB network was truly the place to be for product placement in the early 2000s.

SHE'S GOIN IN FOR THE KILL! da dum da dum da dum dadumdumdumdumdum

The two of them making eye contact across the market. PLEASE!

Dean: OH SHIT. SHE'S HERE. GO LIMP, FORRESTER.

The way she looks at him! I ship them so hard! I also ship Dean's face with the business end of a speeding train!

What kind of slave driver is Taylor Doose for making Dean work on Thanksgiving? Please make him work every holiday, Taylor. His family won't miss him. (I know that here in the US quite a lot of supermarkets stay open on Thanksgiving, at least for a half day anyway, but like, why isn't Taylor working? He's probably taking a Thanksgiving holiday in Hawaii with the money he's embezzled from all the town fundraisers. Broken bridge my ass). Dean says he's getting paid time and a half for working the holiday, so I will not be calling the Connecticut Board of Labor on Taylor. Luke, meanwhile,continues to pay his nephew in acorns. For what the DALA is worth, it really leans creepily one sided. Lorelai's always coming onto Dean with Dean looking bewildered with the milf seduction. Well, maybe not in this scene from season 4, he was pretty into it by then.

Puke.

Lorelai: I'll give you time and half. in my bed.

L: Dean, Wait... D, slowly turning around clutching packs of Dentyne gum: Yeah? L: I...LOVE YOU. Nah just kidding. We know it actually gets a helluva lot weirder than that.

The look on Doofwad's face says even he knows you're full on delulu. She makes a speech to Dean about how when you live in a small town you shouldn't shit where you eat, metaphorically speaking. I mean, after all the times she's had to scramble to find alternate dining establishments because she had a spat with Luke, she should know. Lorelai wants Dean to know that she's done hiding from him. Uhh...

Dean just got the memo that he was avoiding Lorelai.

For as long as I live I will never let you live this line down, Lorelai Gilmore. Salty Gilmore's Gravestone will read: Here Lies SaltyGilmores March 24th, 2022-???? She Recalled That In The Thanksgiving Episode Lorelai Gilmore Told Dean Forrester That They Weren't Broken Up Yet

Dean: Okay, whatever you say, DeLuLu Lady.

Get yourself a partner who looks at you the way Lorelai Gilmore looks at the local teenage bagboy.

That was pretty intense, Deano. Take a deep breath, it'll be okay. Just head over to the lotion aisle and then make yourself comfy in the break room. Lorelai exits the market to meet Rory, seemingly drained, and shaken by the events that just transpired. When Rory (who is now avoiding entering Doose's Market herself in this neverending game of Business Boycott Roulette) asks how it went, Lorelai can barely speak, as if moments ago she had just done all the heavy lifting for her own relationship and not Rory's. Truly twisted stuff, I'm telling ya. (by the way thank you to @ernestonlysayslovelythings (AGAIN) for pointing out that Jess' green coat makes at least one more appearance. I'll have to postpone the Coat Funeral/Ritual Burning To Ward It Of Evil Spirits)

[petitmonde]

Meet ugly

A set of dialogue prompts and scenarios for meet ugly, because who doesn't need chaos in their lives? Send in a prompt and/or scenario + a ship. Feel free to share and use.

I'd like to thank @missjanjie and @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for their help.

Dialogue prompts

1. "Is that my car?"

2. "Oh, so that was you?"

3. "Please never contact me again"

4. "You shouldn't be in here"

5. "Who the hell are you?"

6. "So listen, I met the worst bitch ever on my way to work"

7. "Can you shut up? At least for ten minutes"

8. "You could say sorry"

9. "Just don't puke on my carpet"

10. "I don't even know you"

11. "I didn't ask for your life story"

12. "I didn't sign up for this"

13. "Okay, rule number one, don't talk to me"

14. "That fucking hurt"

15. "Did your parents hate you when they named you that?"

16. "That is the ugliest dress I've ever seen"

17. "I think I just spilled coffee all over our new boss"

18. "I'm pretty sure my date is hitting on your date"

19. "Wait, this isn't my apartment?"

20. "If you kick my seat one more time, I'm cutting off your legs."

21. "Get out"

22. "Well here's the thing, I don't care"

23. "I'm going to call the cops"

24. "It's loaded"

25. "Shit, I thought you weren't home"

26. "It's been six months and you still don't know their name?"

27. "I think you got the wrong number"

28. "Put your clothes back on"

29. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't answer that, I already know"

30. "When I see that bitch again"

31. "I don't have a death wish"

32. "I am not getting in that car with you"

33. "Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?"

34. "Okay, for the last fucking time"

35. "Didn't you hear me?"

36. "Get a grip, get a life and get over it"

37. "I am not going to entertain drama, chaos, confusion and madness"

38. "I'm not bothered, not at all"

39. "I knew she was a clown from the jump"

40. "I'm not finished talking to you"

41. "I pity you for the face that you have"

42. "Here, let me buy you a new one"

43. "I don't want it anymore"

44. "You're getting blood all over me"

45. "You will be hearing from my lawyer"

46. "Well, you can go fuck yourself"

47. "Did you ever work in porn?"

48. "Who invited you?"

49. "This sounds like a scam"

50. "$800? I don't have that kind of money"

Scenarios

A. A and B have an appointment at the same clinic after their partner cheated on them, without knowing the other person is their side piece.

B. A server spills a milkshake on a customer's fancy new shirt, and is entirely unapologetic about it.

C. A and B match on Tinder and they quickly realise the other person is insane and unmatch. They then meet again on a blind date.

D. They've waged a passive aggressive war against eachother for years for being 'that annoying neighbour' by leaving notes in the laundry room without actually having met.

E. They're both hospitalised in the same room, and absolutely everything their new roommate does is annoying. And their family and friends are even worse.

F. It's the worst day ever already, and in comes an idiot who thinks it's cute to be overly friendly.

G. A is gleefully eating something B had been looking forward to all week – and it was the last one!

H. A stole B's cat accidentally, but now it's been over a year, so whose cat is it really.

I. A suddenly having to become a babysitter for a very drunk B, a complete stranger.

J. A and B have been tricked into babysitting the same pair of chaotic twins.

K. A finds B wildly attractive, and has had a crush on them for a good while, however during their first conversation, A blanks and insults B.

L. Just your ordinary everyday traffic accident between a car and a bike.

M. A drunkenly texts B, thinking they're A's ex, and now B won't stop teasing them about it.

N. On a skiing trip, A walks into what they think is their own lodge, only to find that the bed they're sleeping in belongs to B, who very much doesn't appreciate waking up to being spooned by a stranger.

O. A is the sole reason they're desperately trying to survive an avalanche.

P. A's dog messes up B's date, but is refusing to pay for a new pair of pants.

Q. A's sibling fucks over B, and when B comes over to slap some sense into them, they end up slapping A.

R. A gets an angry phone call from B, cussing out someone with a name that's similar to theirs. At first they wanted to hang up, but now A just really wants to hear how that person fucked up.

S. A is a stand-in for B's partner in a reality TV show, and is doing their damnedest at messing them up since B was dismissive of them when they met. Revenge isn't always cold, bitch.

T. They're sharing an Uber from a club, and holy shit, A is bleeding all over the place, so B has no option but to help to avoid paying a cleaning fee.

U. A works at an amusement park as a mascot in a suit. B lives to torment the mascots, and now that there aren't kids around, A is ready to let them have it.

V. A is running late, and only notices their shirt is inside out in the elevator. They try to put it on right but they get stuck with their shirt half off. B is the shocked neighbour who finds A like that.

W. A has brought in flowers to work to welcome the new hire, who happens to be extremely allergic to said flowers.

X. Someone keeps stealing A's food from the fridge, and having had enough, A poisons their food with an inordinate amount of chili peppers. Now to wait for the screams of B come lunchtime.

Y. If A doesn't shut up about their ex anytime soon, B is going to blow a gasket and tell them to get a life. They're in public for fucks sake, have your mental breakdown somewhere else.

Z. A has talked mad shit about B at length, not realising they'd be their next opponent in their next match. Now it's personal.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up from a nightmare certain that I am dying. There is a rancid taste in my mouth, and before I even open my eyes, the light through my eyelids is too much, too harsh. I open them just a little bit and feel like I’ve been whacked over the head by the floral pattern on the curtains. The bedclothes are far too hot and I feel restricted by them like they’re a pit of snakes that has coiled around all of my limbs, but as soon as I’ve freed myself my stomach lurches. I scramble out of the box room and dash across the landing to the bathroom where I clutch onto the toilet dry heaving but nothing is coming up. I am certain I’ve never felt worse in my life. I lay my cheek on the cold tile of the floor and don’t spare a thought to how disgusting it is to do this. The coolness feels so good against my skin. I must lie there for twenty minutes.

“…and what else? Oh, okay, well I never knew that, that’s actually interesting…” Jude’s voice drifts across the landing. He’s on the phone, probably with Jen because he calls her every day to catch up now that she’s recovering at home with Michelle’s family, and usually I find his voice quite soothing, but now, even through the walls of this bathroom it’s far too loud, searing right through my brain as my head throbs more aggressively than it ever has. I squeeze my eyes closed and let out a pitiful groan. Footsteps approach the door and he knocks so loudly that I feel like my eyeballs will rattle back into my skull. “Evie?”

I groan again. 

“Sorry, Jen, I have to go. I’ll call you back later maybe? Yeah. Okay, take care,” Another knock, “Do you mind if I come in?”

I use all my strength to drag myself up until I’m at least sitting on the floor, my head supported by the wall behind me. “Yes,” I manage. He opens the door. 

“I’m sick,” I announce, “I think I’m going to throw up soon. Eventually.”

“I don’t think so, love,” He gets down on his haunches beside me, “You already puked up the entire contents of your stomach last night, I doubt there’s anything left.”

“I did?”

“You don’t remember?”

I shake my head which makes it feel like my brain is banging around inside my skull. I wince and clutch my forehead, “No, I don’t remember anything.”

“Claire called Shane last night at like three AM, both of you were plastered in a club in Paphos and didn’t know where to go to get a taxi home. He went out and got you himself.”

Little pieces of the night start coming back to me in flashes. The wine event in the vineyard, downing all of my glasses and then what was left of Claire’s. Us dancing around to arabic music in the back of a taxi, shots at the bar, begging the DJ to play Cotton Eye Joe “because it’s funny”, trying to climb onto a table and getting pulled back down by the staff, coloured lights in my eyes and then… nothing. “Christ, I was really drunk,” I say.

“Yes,” Jude says, “You came into my room when you got home, threw a little bag of peach rings at me and said ‘chow down, pretty boy.’”

“Oh, Lord.”

“Then I thought I’d try and put you to bed but you rushed into the toilet and spent a couple of hours throwing up everything.”

“Did you stay with me?”

“Yeah I did.”

The dry little sob that escapes me is pathetic, “That was so nice of you, and I don’t even remember it. I’m so sorry. I bet I was so annoying, I’m the worst drunk, honestly, I get insufferable, I know-”

“Evie, no, you weren’t at all. You were fine, actually, I found you funny.” He takes out his phone and taps around on it for a moment, “You also drunk texted me for the first time, which was a bit of a thrill.”

“What did I say?”

He flips the screen to show me a selfie I took in the nightclub toilets, camera held above my head at a ridiculous angle, pointing right down my top to where I’m shoving my boobs together and making a stupid kissy face. I’ve captioned it ‘Do u like me?’ I catch a glimpse of Jude’s response: ‘No’.

“You said no?”  

“Yeah I thought it’d be a fun joke, ” he shoves the phone back into his pocket and hooks an arm around my back to haul me off the floor. “Come on, I think you’d be better off back in bed for now.” 

“What time is it?”

“Around eleven”

“AM?”

He chuckles, “Of course.” I go almost completely limp and don’t help him at all, but he’s bigger than I am, I know he can manage me. He lifts me easily and tries to get me to walk back to bed, but I feel extra sorry for myself at this moment, sorry enough to ask “Can you carry me?” in my best pathetic voice and he gives me a look like he thinks I’m being cheeky, but without protest he scoops me up into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and grab the opportunity to take a not-so-subtle inhale. He always smells so good and today is no different. Soapy, fresh, clean like a sober morning.

“Are you sniffing me?”

I sob, “I’m dying.”

“You’re just hungover.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“Your bed is a little small for two.”

“In your room then.”

“If you like.” He takes me inside, his suitcase open on the floor with clothes all around it and the bed unmade, crinkled pale blue sheets. He places me down upon them and then draws the curtains across the windows while I snuggle up into his pillows and whimper self-pityingly. Then he comes over and strokes my hair which I wish he wouldn’t because it is greasy and knotted at the back of my head. 

“I’m disgusting,” I say acidly.

“Yes, Evie,” He drawls with a huge eye roll, “You’re foul, how could you get drunk? I’m so put off by you now.”

“I haven’t been this hungover in years.”

“We’ve all been there, you’ll be fine, I just think you should try and hit the reset button by getting back to sleep for a while. I’ll get you some water and maybe some toast?” At the mention of water I suddenly feel like I’ve been traversing the barren Sahara without a drop of it for days. My whole mouth and throat feels as cracked and dusty as a desert floor. 

“Yes, water,” I gasp, and Jude thinks I’m doing a bit instead of being serious, which I can’t blame him for, but I still get annoyed when he imitates me by clutching at his throat and pretending to die. He heads to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, some painkillers, which I swallow with relish, and two slices of plain toast, which I don’t feel ready to eat, and then eventually I fall back asleep while he lounges around at the end of the bed looking at his phone until I wake up again and feel slightly less like passing away. 

“I think I should brush my teeth,” is the first thing I utter, “My breath is awful,” 

“Good idea,��� he says, and I try not to be offended by the fact that he didn’t disagree, but all is forgiven as soon as he helps me off the bed and towards the bathroom like he’s afraid my legs will give out underneath me, and even squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto my toothbrush, which he definitely didn’t need to, because I’m not that bad. 

“You’re being very sweet,” I say through a mouthful of minty foam. 

“I know, it’s weird but you bring it out in me. See, usually I’m horrible.”

“Says the man who feeds stray cats outside his apartment. I think that you like pathetic creatures.”

“That must be it,” He goes over to turn the shower on for me, and when I protest, he insists that I’ll feel better when I’m clean, which, once again, is true, because once I’ve scrubbed last night and this morning from my body and hair I almost feel myself again. When I have dressed myself in a vest and shorts and pulled my damp hair into a knot at the top of my head, I cross the landing back towards Jude’s room and realise that the house is completely silent save for the dim sounds of the Vines he is watching inside. I push through the door. 

“Where are Claire and Shane?”

“They’ve gone to the Adonis Baths.”

I gasp with betrayal. “But we were all supposed to go together.”

“I know, but you weren’t well enough,” He idly pats the bed next to him and I sit down, “You and I can go tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Did they ask you to come with them?”

“Yeah of course.”

“And you said…”

He glances at me, “I said no, I didn’t want to leave you alone when you were sick,” The corner of his mouth ticks up “It’d be a bit shit to sneak away while you were sleeping and have you wake up to an empty house, wouldn’t it?” For some reason this makes me feel like I might start crying. “Eat your toast,” Jude says, and I scramble up the bed to retrieve it, cold now, from the bedside table, and take a small cautionary bite from the corner of one slice. “Isn’t Claire hungover too?” I wonder. 

Jude pauses, his finger hovering over the video he’s looking at before swiping to the next. “No,” He says carefully, “She wasn’t quite as drunk as you were, but obviously that’s okay, it must have just hit you harder for some reason.”

“I’m fairly sure I just went bananas and drank everything in sight because I’m a lunatic, but thanks for trying to make me feel better.” I take another bite of brittle toast, “God, I wish I had, like, a fry-up or something.”

“Yeah? I can cycle to the shops and get you something.”

“No, please, don’t. I’ll be fine, don’t go out of your way for me.”

“If there’s something that’ll make you better…”

It would, but I can’t bear the thought of sending him on a forty minute round trip just to buy some rashers and eggs, mainly because I don’t want him to put himself out on my behalf, but a little part of me really doesn’t want him to leave my side. I insist that he not go, and then we lapse into silence for a while, and he keeps watching videos, and I look at my own phone, ignoring a message from my mother about something she read in the Tullamore Tribune, as if it’s at all relevant to me, and slyly open my message thread with Jude, just so that I can wallow silently in the shame of my drunk messages to him. 

There are more than just one photo, there’s four, just three of them are completely blurry as though I dropped my phone mid selfie. One of them is distinctly the bowl of a sink, droplets of water on ceramic and a bit of my hand in the corner, with a message underneath that’s completely incomprehensible, except for the word ‘baby’. I suddenly have a new thought that makes me become very still. The phone screen fades to black in my hand. 

“Jude?”

“Yes?”

“Did anything happen last night when I came home?”

“I mean, like I said, you burst in here and threw those sweets at me before vomming in the toilet.”

“Yeah, but anything else?”

He frowns, “Um, you went to bed, I suppose?”

“Alright.”

“What are you asking?”

I clear my throat, “Well, no, nothing, like… just in case, you know…” He stares at me for ages, and I start to regret saying a thing. “…did we do anything?”

“When you were drunk?” He says. “Are you asking me if I… if we-”

“Yeah, it’s just because-”

He recoils, “No, Evie, Jesus Christ, of course not.”

I say, “Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”

“Why would that even come into your head?”

I am looking at my phone now, not at anything in particular, just opening apps and closing them again while his eyes are on me with such razor focus that they might as well be searing holes into my skin. “No big deal,” I repeat, “Just wondering,” I don’t understand why he’s acting so shocked. It’s a normal question as far as I’m concerned. 

“I wouldn’t do anything with a drunk girl, that’d be insane. Do you really think that I would?”

“Well, no, but I don’t know, maybe I came in last night and tried to have my way with you or something, it’s whatever. I just know that I can be a bit more flirtatious when I’m drunk, that’s all. Clearly it was a stupid question, so just forget that I asked it.”

There’s a long pause, and I can tell he wants to say something else, but I try to stay very focussed on what I’m doing so that he doesn’t have a window of opportunity to do so. Eventually the atmosphere fades into something much more benign, and we both lodge pillows beneath our heads and tangle our legs together, and he reaches over his head to whip the curtains open wide to let in the light, and we forget that I said anything at all. 

Jude has The Prince of Tides on his bedside table, a corner folded on a page about halfway through, and I read a few paragraphs just to read what he’s been reading, and then skip back to the start to read it for myself. It’s nice being like this, in the silence of this house, completely alone for a rare afternoon with nobody else around, no housemates, no siblings pottering around in other rooms, just us and the birds outside the window, the distant roar of the waves.

“Do you think we should make the most of the day?” I ask Jude eventually, “I feel a bit like I’m trapping you inside when you could be doing something more interesting, especially since you spent yesterday inside too with your thesis, and… did you finish it?”

He smiles, “Yeah it’s done, thank God. You can read it if you like but I promise you that it’s boring.”

“Hmm… maybe later.”

“If you’re in the mood for going outside then yeah, I’d be up for it. You want fresh air?”

“Mm,” I say. “Fresh air, to stretch my legs, maybe just see something on the island that I haven’t seen yet.”

“There’s a vineyard at the top of the hill over there if you feel like trying out some fancy wines,” He teases, and laughs at me when I wince, “I’m joking. How about we get the bikes and go exploring.”

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[peaceteaa11]

Kisses and Tattoos

Series: Kisses and Tattoos - Pt. 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: smut. Smut. Oh… and more smut. If you are underage I suggest you turn away now because this is not for you. Goodbye crotch gremlins. Other than that. Tooth rotting fluff.

Summary: Eddie comes to explain. A happily ever after ensues.

A/N: this account has officially been up for a whole year soooo yay. Here is a happy birthday treat. Not proofread cause I’m lazyyyyyyyy

Word Count: idk I didn’t count yet lol

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

I love a smutty ending… Oop! I mean a happy ending :)

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You knew that this was all a bad idea. You never should have let your friends talk you into going out tonight. Every bar was flashing the news of Chrissy and Eddie. Every club was playing Corroded Coffin's songs. And to top it all off your friends were determined to get you shit-faced drunk.

And they did a great job.

You couldn't help but giggle as Luke dragged you through your front door. He laughed at you as you stumble against him.

"Alright. Straight to bed." He laughed again but suddenly you felt your stomach turn. You were totally about to throw up.

You rushed to the bathroom and heard Luke behind you just repeating the word "okay" over and over again. He rubbed your back as you wretched into the toilet until the phone started to ring. He ignored it the first time around but once it started ringing again he sighed and quickly rushed over to the phone.

"Stay put!" He shouted from the phone as you continued to puke into the toilet. "Hello?" He cleared he throat trying to wipe the image of you puking from his mind.

"Uh... hi?" Eddie's voice wavered over the phone at the new voice. His stomach felt a bit tighter and he could feel his heart sinking in his chest. Who was this man answering your phone?

"Who's speaking?" Luke hummed softly.

"Um, Eddie. Munson." Eddie grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled it in front of his face. He looked around the bus and sighed a bit.

"Oh. Oh!" Luke laughed a bit as he takes in this information.

"Is... uh, Y/N home?"

"Oh shit. Uh, yes." Luke looked into the bathroom and sees you still hovering over the toilet. "Uhhhhh. Y/N can't come to the phone right now... Can I take a message?" Luke tried to keep his eye on you while you throw up but also tried to keep his attention on Eddie. It was quite the task if he was being honest with himself. The vision of you puking was jarring to say the least.

“I was just calling for the address. I was supposed to get in tomorrow…” Eddie sighed and pulled at his hair a little bit before dropping it and letting his hand run over his shoulder. Over his tattooed bite mark. A swift reminder of you.

“Oh well. I didn’t think you’d still be coming since the whole…”

“Right right. No. I need to explain that to Y/N. It’s all a hot mess and I…” Eddie paused and can’t help but get a bit awkward when he remembers he is not talking to you. “Anyways. Is there anyway she can just give me the address really quick?”

“Uh.” Luke looked back just in time to watch you upchuck more drink into the toilet and wretches a bit himself. “That’s a no. I oh god…”

“What’s wrong?!” Eddie sat up on his side of the phone and leans into the phone intensely listening for you voice anywhere on the other end.

“Uh. Well. We got Y/N very drunk tonight considering the news of you and your side whore and-“

“She not my-“

“And now Y/N is… well throwing it all back up. I should go.”

“What’s the address. I’m flying in now.” Eddie started grabs his things and starts to pack random clothes into a small backpack with an old hellfire patch sewn onto it. “I gotta make sure she’s okay. Have you gotten her water? Try salty snacks too.” Eddie rustles on the other side of the phone as he frantically packs.

“I… okay.” Luke looked around him and then realized Eddie is frantically packing because you might be sick. Maybe. He thinks to himself for a minute. How bad could giving him the address really be?

“The address man? I gotta go to the airport.”

“Oh yea it’s-“

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When morning comes your head is pounding as you roll out of bed. God. You knew last night was a bad idea. You make your way out of the room and suddenly hear two male voices chatting.

As you turn a corner in your home you see Luke at first on the couch then you see Eddie sitting on the floor. You think for a moment you’re dreaming until he flies to his feet and rushes over to you. Taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours.

You give in for a moment before you remember all the throwing up you did. You pull away and cringe.

“I threw up.” You whine and he simply chuckles at you.

“I know.” He gives a quirky smile before shrugging. “But I don’t care.” He says as he tucks a chunk of your hair behind your ear.

“You…” you try to find the words but everything just comes rushing out. “You have a girlfriend and it’s not me. You should care.”

“Alright. I’m gonna head out.” Luke stands up and grabs his things before heading to the door. “Call if you need me.” He steps out and closes it behind him leaving you and Eddie alone. Face to face in your home.

The silence that filled the air between you and Eddie is so tense you feel suffocated.

“Hi” Eddie grins at you. You try so hard to ignore how it warms your belly but you can’t.

“Eddie.” And you try to ignore how it twists when you watch his face fall.

“Y/N, please let me just have one more kiss before I explain everything. I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“And whose fault is that? Not mine.” You huff.

Eddie’s face falls again and you feel your heart plummet despite the clear betrayal he has done to you.

“Okay. Do you wanna sit or?” Eddie asks softly as he shoves his hands into his leather jacket.

You stay perfectly still. Standing before him. Half because you want to seem tough despite the heartbroken feeling lingering in your chest. And half because you fear if you shift your stomach too much you may throw up again.

“Okay.” Eddie says again. He takes in a big breath and then looks you directly in the eye. His big brown eyes make your skin tingle all over just as they have before. How can it be you have only seen each other two other times in person.

Just him standing before you makes you want to believe whatever he is about to say and forgive him instantly.

“Chrissy. She is not my girlfriend.”

You huff at this.

“Okay hold on. I’m not done.” Eddie laughs a bit and god it makes you wanna fall into him. Kiss him all over. “I’ve known her since high school but believe me she and I are not together. It’s just a stupid tabloid story which our team is trying to clear up as we speak.”

“Why should I believe a thing you say Eddie Munson?” You meet his gaze and you falter a bit when you see the hurt in his eyes.

“Chrissy has a girlfriend too. Robin. Our stage manager. They’ve been dating since school too. And I’d never cheat on you. Ever.” His eyes are wide and pleading as they search yours for anything.

“Why did you stop calling? Why did you just leave me alone? Why did you… why?”

“I’m so sorry. The tour got out of hand. Chrissy came to us and was asking to join us in order to see Robin more. They’ve kept their relationship under wraps for years in order to keep Chrissy’s image up. So we’ve been a lot more focused on that and I just kept slipping up.” Eddie combs his fingers through his hair quickly and sighs more at himself than anything else.

“Why did you just tell me?” You sigh stepping towards him a bit. He shrugs and looks down at you. He looks as if he is about to reach out to you but quickly changes his mind.

“Chrissy’s one of my best friends. I… I’ve never told anyone about her and Robin.” He looks down at his feet as if he still feels like he’s betrayed her. “She told me to tell you now that the tabloid thing got out but… still feels kinda wrong to say anything.”

You sigh and as you look at Eddie and his sad little frame you can’t help but forgive him.

“Eds.” You step forward and quickly place your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch and Eddie feels his muscles relax. He feels as if he could sob he is so relieved. “Eddie. It’s fine.”

He immediately pulls you into him. Your head smacking into his chest. You laugh deeply as Eddie snuggles into your neck.

“Of course. The Chrissy thing is fine. The phone calls on the other hand.” Eddie pulls back as you say this and his cheeks are bright red.

“Unacceptable. Won’t happen again.” He salutes you and you laugh.

“Okay. I’m going to shower then eat.”

“Shall I join ya?” He shrugs out of his jacket and you giggle.

“Eddie…” you warn.

“What? Am I not forgiven? Come onnnnn you know you want me to help. I could wash your hair for you…” he tiptoes towards you and grabs your waist gently. He gives you a cheeky grin that is so hard to resist you almost give in.

“Don’t you have to tell your girlfriend you’ve made it safely or something?” You tease as you swat him away.

Eddie groans and basically falls to his knees. “Please. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t make me part with you for a second more.” He pleads softly looking up at him.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and start to walk to the bathroom. You look over your shoulder and see Eddie stumbling to keep up with you. This is the first time you see what he is wearing. A sweaty crop top with so many rips it’s barley a shirt. Black jeans with a studded belt hanging loose around his hips.

You turn back to face him which cause him to stop in his tracks.

“What?” He chuckles which warms your stomach. He’s so sweet and you can’t believe you thought he would cheat now that you are looking at him.

“Are you wearing a tour outfit?” You ask gently.

Eddie blushes and his hand slowly moves to the back of his neck. “Oh. I uh… I called you as soon as my show was over and than that nice fellow Luke said you were sick so I just… came straight from the bus.” He smiles at you as if it’s nothing but you feel your heart swell.

“So you need the shower as well then.” This cause him to grin wickedly.

“More than you know, baby.” He basically runs as you and grabs your hips. “Shall we?”

After directly him to the bathroom you both start to strip down. You pull your shirt over your head and before you even throw it to the tile Eddie is on his knees before you, kissing the skin of your abdomen. You giggle at the sensation.

“Eddie!” You smile down at him just as he looks up at you through his lashes.

“Mmm? What?” He mumbles between kisses.

“We’re supposed to be showering.”

“Mmm. I’m getting there.” Eddie pulls back from your stomach and quickly takes his shirt off. Your eyes instantly go to the tattoo of your bite mark in his shoulder. Your fingers go to trace it gently and Eddie softly moans under your touch.

“Eddie…”

Your voice has him opening his eyes to look up at you once more. Lashes fluttering softly.

“Stand up so you can kiss me.” This hand Eddie on his feet faster than you thought possible.

Before you know it your back is digging into the sink counter and Eddie’s hands are roaming all over your exposed skin. His lips pressed against yours so firmly as his tongue glides across your bottom one asking for entrance.

You gasp letting him in and he moans agains you. Your hand find their way into his hair tugging slightly. His find their way to your bra, fidgeting slightly.

“Can I?” He breathes into you and you quickly nod. “Words, my love.”

“Yes!” You huff out quickly wanting his soft lips to back on yours rather than speaking.

He chuckles but quickly presses his lips back to yours and just as quickly undoes your bra. You quickly slide it off and as soon as your breast hit his chest Eddie nearly crumbles before you.

“Oh good god.” He exclaims as his grips at you tighter as if he would fall without doing so. You giggle at him and he shudders. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I need you.” He buffs softly as he presses his chest against yours. Both of you gasping at the sensation.

Before you can even take in the full sensation of his bare skin on yours, you feel his fingers fiddling with the tie on your pj bottoms. You quickly start to undo his belt and both of you are fumbling to have each other naked.

Soon you are both free of clothes and stumbling into the warm shower water.

Eddie kisses your shoulder as he lathers your skin in soap. He quickly starts to suck at the soft skin of your neck. You sigh against his naked body as water runs down your skin.

“Eds…” you hum as you drop your head back onto his shoulder. He hums in response while kissing a new bruise on your skin. “I need you too.”

Eddie smiles at this and places a kiss on your cheek before he grabs your neck and quickly turns you around to face him. He grins at you as you gasp. You smile at him and he pushes you agains the cool tile beneath the shower head. He places a wet kiss against your open mouth and both of you moan softly.

“Eddie fuck me slow and hard.” You grunt as he tightens his grip on your neck. You watch his eyes basically roll into the back of his head.

“Oh god. Yes.” He groans as he quickly spreads your legs and slides his fingers down to your slit. He slides into you so easily as you release a gasped moan. He uses your slick as a quickly line before leaning into you. He pumps himself a few times before whispering into your ear. “Jump.”

You do and wrap your legs around his waist. Being back with him feels almost too goo to be true. That is until he slowly slides into you. In and in and in as if it’ll never stop. Until he bottoms you out and you cry out a bit.

“Oh Eddie!” You moan as you left your head fall into his. He huffs softly.

“Don’t do that or I’ll come way too fast.” He chuckles causing you to laugh as well.

You quickly wrap your arms around his neck and wiggle against him making your bodies flush. He whimpers and curses softly before starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. His hits are hard as he thrusts just like you asked.

The sound of your moans and his mix beautifully. The water soaks the both of you as Eddie pounds into you over and over again.

“Fuck!” Eddie whimpers into your shoulder when you suddenly get a thought.

“Eddie bit me!” You moan just as he bottoms you out again hitting just the right spot. Your orgasm creeping closer and closer now.

“W-what?” Eddie whines, clearly just as close as you are.

“Bite my shoulder! Please bite me! Bite me hard!” You throw your head back as he hits your spot again so hard you think you see stars.

Eddie pulls out once more, latches his teeth onto your shoulder, and then he bites down and thrusts in one more time all at once.

You cry out as you hold his head against you while you come undone on his dick. Eddie nearly thinks he may pass out from how good this orgasm feels. He can’t help but release himself inside you. God. He feels like his head is about to explode.

You both start to come down from it all and Eddie releases your shoulder with strings of saliva connecting your skin and his teeth. You both rest your heads against each other as Eddie pulls out of you with a whimper.

As your feet hit the ground you struggle to find your footing in the shower. Eddie quickly grabs your waist and pulls you close. He immediately starts to rinse you off under the water.

“There there. It’s okay, my love.” He hums as you lean your head against his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispers as he drags his hand over your new bite mark that is bound to bruise. “That’s so harsh baby. I’m sorry.”

You pull back and look up at him through the water. “Good. I need it to last long enough for me to get a tattoo of it.” You grin softly and Eddie’s eyes widen.

“You’re joking.” He squints.

“Nope.”

“God you’re so perfect!” He grabs your face and places kisses all over.

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That night you and Eddie cuddle into your bed and you can’t help but think about when he has to leave again. It breaks your heart just thinking about it.

As if Eddie could read your mind he shifts to sit up. You do the same and look at him with a questioning smile. “What’s wrong darling?” You ask softly.

“I don’t want to leave you ever again.” He sigh and runs his hands through his dark curls.

“I know.” Your face drops and you lean into his side. Snuggling your face into his chest while he wraps your arms around you. “I don’t want you to either. I want to be with you always.” You sigh.

There is a moment of silence before Eddie speaks up again.

“Come with me.” His voice is so solid you can’t even think for a moment he is joking but you still pull away from him and look into his eyes.

“What?”

“Come with me. Move to LA. Live with me there while I write and then come on tour with me when I go. Come with me.” He say quickly but surely.

“Eddie.”

“Your job can be done from anywhere! You can do it in LA. You can do it with me.”

“Eddie.”

“Don’t say no.” He grabs your face and kisses you at least ten times and shakes his hair wildly. “Don’t say no. You’re my soulmate. I need you. I love you.”

“Eddie!”

He falls quiet at your raised voice. His puppy dog eyes in full view.

“I was going to say yes if you would have just let me-“

Before you can even finish that sentence he tackles you out from under the blankets and starts to kiss you all over. You both giggle and laugh.

“Are you serious?” Eddie says as he looks down at you.

“Yes.” You smile softly. “Yes Eddie.”

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There we go! Happily ever after for our little couple!

Hope y’all enjoy! I’m gonna be putting out some steddie stuff soon I think so keep an eye out! Peace and Loves, Babes!

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