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why are people surprised the combat is different, istg we were TOLD that before the gameplay trailer lol.
also people are STILL complaining about the art style and people that decided they wont like the game no matter what are being so rude to people that do like it.
#draogn age fandom be normal about the new game challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)#i hate this fandom sm sometimes#im excited#the combat is different but istg we were told that#or at least it was obvious it was gonna change#and like i saw somebody mention#dragon age's combat is not their strong suit#and as somebody who played all three games back to back almost i gotta say the combat isnt super consistent to begin with tbh#i know dai changed by A LOT but even dao and da2 didnt feel consistent between them either#some people still want really realistic graphics too ig#despite everybody complaining about dai when its not even that awful#except the hair <///3 that was awful#the criticism i can stand by is that a couple of the vas are a little flat which i hope is fixed later in the game#or i hope they used a slightly older build#they sound good#just sort of flat in the tone sometimes#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age#kwoyz.txt
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this is a little niche and probably incredibly difficult to try to animate but a cool idea for the nostalgia set specifically in the kitchen is one of those pull out trash cans from the cabinets. We had one in an old house my family lived in, cousins & I would always play in it and hide in it but I was just thinking about older trash can themes while i was using the kitchen set for my current build.
added it to the download folder :)
it uses the tuning for the nano-can, so you'll receive simoleons for your trash
note: sims are able to throw garbage away, and the cabinet will animate, but they won't actually route *to* the trash can first; they just sort of chuck it into the abyss. whenever i try to add constraints to the interaction, the sim can no longer throw away trash, so i've left it as-is for now. trash cans do not like to be edited apparently, and changing any little bit of tuning can make it stop functioning altogether. (if anyone knows how to force sims to route with the trash, please let me know!)
also you'll notice the cupboard is slightly darker than the others. it's using a different shader, because the counter shader prevents the animation from playing. another annoying little thing i'm not sure how to fix
it's far from perfect, but i hope you get some use out of it!
#replies#asks#ts4cc#it took me so long to manually copy and paste the texture instances of all 62 swatches my Ctrl+V fingers are actually sore#but at least the file isn't huge#texture referencing is so unnecessarily difficult in S4S
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Hi, I have an idea that could be fun. What if Hopper had another daughter (18/19) from his first marriage, Sarahâs older sister. Eddie wants to date her but is scared of her dad. Maybe he takes trying to talk to her but Hopper gets in the way every time. Once dating maybe he has to come to pick her up and Hopper wants to ask some questions. Could add past in counters between the two. Iâm thinking fluffy and funny.
Funny enough, I've been working on a Hopper Daughter x Eddie fic
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting đ«¶đ»
Scary sheriff
Eddie met Sherriff Hopper a few too many times and has been gifted with many speeding tickets. He was slightly afraid of him, Hopper was big and tall and he never seemed to show emotion. He was a big grump and everyone knew not to get on his bad side, but Eddie feared he'd always be on the bad side.
He has a daughter, later teens, and fucking beautiful. Eddie had been crushing on her since he accidentally ran into her at the police station. She was sweet and nice and seemed to be nothing like her father. Eddie knew she was a forbidden fruit that he'd never get his hands on, but that didn't stop him from thinking about her.
Apparently, the world wanted Eddie to be with her, or at least that's what he liked to believe, because she started showing up everywhere.
Eddie was filling his van with gas, whistling to himself when she pulled up next to him. He was quick to look in his window and fix his hair, he smoothed out his shirt and turned to look at her as she got out of the car. She didn't notice him at first, but then he spoke up.
"Hey, Y/N right?" Eddie asked he knew for a fact that was her name, he repeated it on his tongue for hours after he met her.
"Yes! Hi, Eddie. How are you?" She asked politely
"I'm go-" Eddie went to answer but he was cut off as someone else got out of the car. Eddie didn't even notice that Hopper was in the car, his attention so lost on her.
"I'll pump, will you go pay them?" Hopper asked, Y/N sighed and gave Eddie a small smile, but grabbed her dad's cash and walked into the small building.
"Good, son?" Hopper asked, a tiny smirk on his face as the young boy nodded fast and quickly finished pumping his gas. He was back in his van in a flash.
Hopper waved bye as he left the gas station at the correct speed for a change.
~~~
Eddie walked into the small restaurant with Dustin, both starving after a long campaign. They followed the worker and sat at a small table. Dustin dove straight into the menu but Eddie felt like someone's eyes were on him. Which wasn't new, he was used to it. But still, he slowly looked around until he met the guilty eyes. Instead of receiving a glare from someone in the town, he was met with a full teeth smile from Y/N. She waved and Eddie smiled.
"I'll be right back," Eddie said, not even looking at Dustin as he got up and began to walk over to her table. She was sitting alone and Eddie was more than happy to take the seat across from her.
"Late night bite?" She asked as he took a seat
"Yeah. The campaign got intense and we are starving. Are you here alone?" Eddie asked, praying she was so he could call Dustin over and they could all eat together.
"Dad's in the bathroom," Y/N smiled, "but maybe we can meet here one time?"
Eddie felt his stomach flutter, did she ask him out?
"Yeah, Eddie. We'd love to meet you here one time," Hopper said as he walked up behind Eddie. Eddie gulped as Hopper's large hand settled on his shoulder.
"Dad!" Y/N sighed
"I think Dustin is ready to order," Hopper said, a small glare sent to Eddie's way when he looked up. Eddie nodded and flew out of the seat, speed walking back to his original table.
~~~
Eddie lost count of how many times Hopper chased him off before he could ask Y/N out. Eddie swore Hopper had an alarm that rang in his head when he looked in Y/N's direction. Maybe it was because he didn't have a dad, but damn did she hang out with hers a lot.
Y/N knew her dad was good at being intimidating and at times she needed it. But not when he ruined her chance at a date with Eddie Munson. Sure, the talk of the town painted him in a pretty bad way. And the amount of tickets her dad had given him, but something about him drew her in. He was a bad boy but respectful. He reminded her of Billy Hargrove, with the long hair, cigarettes, and the bad boy persona. But unlike Billy, Eddie was more human and a lot less of an asshole. Y/N had a thing for Billy, as all the girls did. It ended up a mess and Hopper cursed himself for ever letting him near his daughter. She understood he was trying to do better with Eddie but she didn't need protection from Eddie. The only protection she needed was a condom.
Y/N decided to take the elephant out of the room and have Eddie all to herself. She begged her sister Eleven to occupy their dad while she went to find Eddie. Y/N never cared too much for Eleven's friends, except Max, but now she was grateful. Dustin knew where Eddie lived and was fast to hand the address over on a piece of paper.
~
Eddie was blasting his music when Wayne barged through his door. He didn't notice Wayne until he shut off the speaker. Eddie spun around with an annoyed look.
"I've been screaming for you for five minutes," Wayne groaned, "Anyways, you have a guest. Put on a shirt."
Eddie rolled his eyes but when Wayne moved, someone was standing behind him.
"Y/N!" Eddie gasped, he let out a nervous laugh and grabbed a shirt from his bed. Y/N let her eyes wander until the exposed skin was covered by material.
"I thought this might be the only place we wouldn't be interrupted," Y/N said, walking into his room.
Eddie's mouth felt dry as he cleaned off his bed for her to sit. She took the clean spot and patted the spot next to her. Eddie smiled and took the seat, he hoped she couldn't tell how nervous he was.
She loved how nervous he was. It made her feel confident that he was interested in her.
"So you weren't signaling to your dad to run me away?" Eddie laughed, she joined in and placed her hand on his knee. The laughter got stuck in Eddie's throat.
"No, I had to beg my little sister to keep him occupied while I snuck over here," Y/N said, laughing softly at the idea
"Yeah? Why did you want to sneak over here so bad?" Eddie asked, slowly feeling more comfortable. Slowly easing into flirting and charming her.
"So you could ask me out"
Eddie wiped his sweaty hands down his jeans, softly hitting her hand. He slowly slid his hand into hers.
"Will you g-"
"Oh my god," Y/N whispered
Eddie froze, scared to breathe, "What?"
"My dad is outside your window," Y/N whispered
Eddie gulped and stayed still
"Look!" She harshly whispered
"No," Eddie said
"Eddie look!"
"I'm not going to fucking look,"
"Just look!"
Eddie groaned as he slowly turned his head, his heart sped. He looked fully over his shoulder but saw no one in his window. He looked at it confused until he heard little laughs.
Eddie looked at her and she began to laugh harder
"You are a dick!" Eddie laughed, shoving her arm
"I had to. But this time, no interruptions," she smiled
"Will you go out on a date with me?"
"Yes,"
"Holy shit, I got the whole question out," Eddie laughed. "My band plays Friday at the hideout. Would you be interested in watching us play? I'll come to pick you up before the show then after we can grab a late-night bite to eat?" Eddie was nervous to ask her. He worried that she wouldn't be into his type of music or even worse, she thought he wasn't talented.
"I'd love to come see you play and the food sounds perfect," she smiled, moving her hands to softly touch his arm. Her fingers traced up his tattoos and back down, making Eddie shiver.
~~~
Eddie was shaking in fear when he pulled up to her house. He barely got out of his van when Hopper swung the front door open and began marching out.
Eddie took a deep breath and met him halfway in the yard.
"Evening, sir"
"It's sheriff to you, Munson"
Eddie nodded with a gulp. He wasn't sure what to say so he stayed silent, peaking over Hopper's shoulder.
"I hear you are in a band. Do you do drugs with this band?" Hopper asked, his arms crossed and his muscles bulged out.
"No, sheriff" It might be a lie but Eddie wasn't under oath and he wasn't going to mess up his one chance to prove himself.
"Because my little girl doesn't need to get into trouble with drugs and partying. You hear me?"
"Dad, will you please leave him alone," Y/N groaned, her frame was much smaller compared to Hopper's as she appeared from behind him.
Eddie focused his attention on her, and it was hard not to. She looked incredible. She wore dark jeans, a tank top with a jacket, and classic sneakers. She wasn't over the top or trying to dress fancy, but Eddie couldn't look away.
"Oh relax we are having a nice little chat, aren't we?" Hopper asked, uncrossing his arms to give Eddie a harsh pat on the shoulder.
"We're great," Eddie squeaked out in fear
"Home by midnight or you'll never see her again," Hopper warned then leaned close to Eddie's ear, "Whatever you are thinking or wanting to happen tonight, better not happen. Or I will kill you and make it look like an accident." He whispered
"Well have fun kids!" Hopper said, his voice much more joyful as he stood up straight. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Eddie's hand. She waved goodbye to her dad as she walked over to the van.
"Didn't scare you off did he?" Y/N joked as she buckled herself
Eddie coughed and started the van, "He'd never be able to scare me away from you, gorgeous," the wink he sent made her face burn.
Hopper watched as they drove off, trying to ignore the alarms in his head.
"They are going to have sex"
Hopper turned around as the words left Eleven's innocent mouth.
"Where did you hear that?" Hopper demanded, his temper already rising
Eleven shrugged, "she said it over the phone. What's sex?"
Eleven didn't get her answer, Hopper was already running to his truck.
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reader x hyunjin based on the last skz code where they went camping - he looked so hot working on that tent đŻđš - , going with the boys since it was all minho idea, reader doesn't like camping but she likes him so, building tension up bc that's hot too, and maybe he could switch places with reader's bff and sneak into their's tent? đ€
pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
t/w: friends to lovers ; Hyunjin is a flirt ; fluff ; a little suggestive.
w/c: 2.1k
a/n: it was fun to write! And yeah, Hyunjin really looked hot (I mean, he always is). The way he rolled his sleeves up omg, I couldnât not write this. Hope you like this, anon!
âł Reader has with the members the same friendship they have with each other.
"I hate this." Jiwoo complains as she drops the bag she was holding to the ground.
"Come on!" You try to cheer her up, "It's nice to be out in nature sometimes!"
She shoots you a glare, "That's easy to say," she says bitterly, "You hate camping more than Iâ hey!" she exclaims when you nudge her arm with your elbow, silencing her.
"I love camping." You lie loudly, with the boys just a few meters away from you.
"I can't say the same." Changbin comments, slapping his arm to kill a mosquito.
And suddenly, an arm falls around your shoulders. You turn towards the person who has come up next to you and see Hyunjin, unconsciously shrinking under his close presence, "I agree with Y/nie, a bit of fresh air away from the city is nice."
A small smile forms on your lips.
"You say that because you have no intention to help with anything." Chan chimes in, opening one of the bags he carried.
"Clever of you to assume that." Hyunjin responds, smiling.
"That's why Hyunjin will help set up the tent." Minho states, biting back a smile.
"Huh? I don't know how!" Hyunjin complains, taking his arm off your shoulders and moving closer to the older guy.
You regret that the contact was so short, but you maintain your composure and watch him walk away.
"You'll learn." Minho closes the conversation in a tone that allows no reply.
â
âYou need to pump it?â Hyunjin asks, looking for the pump to inflate the tent.
You watch him curiously, seeing him search non-stop for a while.
âDid you find it?â Minho asks him, watching in disbelief. There are only 5 bags, how can he not have found it yet?
He starts to approach him, but you are quicker.
âThey have accessories here.â Hyunjin says in a pouty, hopeless voice, closing a bag. He turns to continue searching but almost falls to the ground from the jump he makes when you suddenly stand up in front of him, very, perhaps too, close.
You hand him the pump that you found in a few seconds, âYou suck at finding things.â
He puts a hand on his heart, opening his mouth and sighing slowly with closed eyes, as if he has just seen a ghost, âYou scared me.â
You roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour, âDonât thank me.â You say sarcastically.
He smiles, his front teeth slightly showing behind his slightly parted lips, âThank you, Y/nie.â He blows you a kiss for show. You are used to this, yet you blush, while he bends down to attach the pump nozzle to the tent opening.
âDo you need help with that too?â you tease, smirking, trying to hide the visible blush coloring your cheeks from yourself, since he can't even see you.
âHuh?!â He stands up and rolls up the sleeves of the baggy t-shirt heâs wearing, showing his muscles, âI donât need your help, these are enough for me.â He flexes his biceps.
You like them, donât you? You think heâs cool, right? Hyunjin hopes so.
You chuckle at his words while he gets to work to really show what heâs capable of as you return to Jiwoo, who needs help with setting up your tent.
You donât even realise you've been distracted watching him the whole time, as his muscles contract with the effort of pushing the pump handle, and soon small drops of sweat start to trickle down them.
Your eyes are fixed on the way his hands roll up the sleeves each time they unroll and on the way he lifts his head and pulls his hair back with one hand when it bothers him too much and prevents him from seeing. It almost seems like he does it on purpose so your eyes never leave him.
But someone's hand rests on your shoulder, waking you up. âHeâs really handsome, isnât he?â Minho smirks and holds back a laugh when you turn to look at him, blushing and trying to stammer out a response, but he stops you right away, âWipe off all the drool youâve spilled first.â He chuckles and walks away with your eyes on him, shaking his head slowly, amused.
Just then, you hear the sound of someone falling to the ground, and when you turn, you see Hyunjin sitting from exhaustion. His breathing is heavy, and pained sounds and light groans leave his lips, the heat of the sun making everything worse, while Jisung takes his place to finish inflating.
His friend hands him a black tank top to wear instead of the sweat-soaked shirt he has on, and that's what Hyunjin does.
He takes off the white t-shirt and uses it to wipe off the sweat covering his body. And once again, it seems like he does it to show off so that you watch and canât take your burning eyes off him, off his body. But deep down, you know itâs not like that, and this thought forces you to immediately look away when his eyes meet yours, amused. Itâs a quick contact, it lasts little but says a lot.
And you have to use all the self-control you have in your body not to set your eyes on that tight black fabric that perfectly hugs his body, making his muscles appear more tense and defined.
âThatâs better.â he sighs with relief, soon returning to work and starting to add the stakes.
The silence is filled with the sounds of hammers, and you don't notice when he moves away from the group.
When you stand up after finishing setting up the tent, you look around, confused by his absence. âWhere's Hyunjin?â you ask Jiwoo, who is taking out lights from a bag to use as decoration.
âHe went for a walk over there; there's a river a bit further from here.â She points in a direction with the index finger of her free hand.
âOh.â you nod in understanding.
Only a few seconds of silence pass before she speaks again, âGo to him, he's alone; I'll take care of decorating the tent.â It's written all over your face, what you want to do. She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes and winks at you instead.
And you don't need to be told twice.
When you arrive at the spot, you search for him with quick, darting glances. âHyunjin?â you call out before finding him lying on a large rock with his hands on his belly and his eyes closed.
He didn't answer, so you gather that he's sleeping. You slowly approach him, trying not to make any noise, and sit down next to his sleeping body.
You look at his serene face and can almost hear his calm breath and sense the steady beats of his heart.
The place itself is very quiet. It's cozy, isolated from everyone else, and intimate.
You glance around a couple of times with furtive eyes, but you end up realising that you're alone. Then you look at him, his slightly parted inviting plump lips. You bring your face close to his almost instinctively, faces so close that you can feel his warm breath on your own lips, but then you pull away.
What are you trying to do? It's wrong and stupid. If someone saw you, it would be a mess.
And if you had done it, he would have noticed, because he's awake.
Your ears burn, your cheeks flushed with shame and guilt when his eyes open.
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, looking at you with distant irises, wrapped in thoughts, then he sits up, raising his torso.
"I heard you calling me but I didn't feel like answering.â he tries to smile to tease you, but what comes out is more of a grimace. You pretend not to notice though, lying to him as well as to yourself.
"I knew it, that's why I've been sitting in silence." You smirk, trying to push away the shame and alleviate the strange tension that has arisen.
However, the situation changes so quickly. There is still tension between the two of you, but it is different with his hand holding your chin and his thumb slowly, intensely stroking your lower lip. Intense, too, is the look his burning eyes give to your rosy lips.
When your eyes meet, his movements stop, and itâs difficult for you to tell what he is thinking. The eyes are the reflection of the soul, he likes to say, but at the moment his do not reflect much.
And then, he pulls away from you. His gaze, his hand, a moment later are no longer on you.
He stands up, "You had something on your lips." He looks around, normal, apparently enjoying the scenery.
You touch your lips, embarrassed, "Oh."
He looks at you and chuckles softly, sitting back next to you with a now more serene air.
One of his arms rests on your shoulder in a friendly gesture, trying to get as close to you as possible.
"I like this place, it's quiet and relaxing," he says. "I want to paint it."
"Hey lovebirds!" You hear someone say from just a bit further away from you. You immediately recognize it's Jisung's voice, who has joined you. "Get a room."
Hyunjin chuckles, and you try to do the same, but your mind is clouded by the memory of his gesture.
The fact that he didn't stop you when you tried to get closer to his lips, the way he touched yours with his thumb.
These images still flash in your mind while everyone else sleeps. You touch your lips with two fingers almost unconsciously, smiling sadly.
But apparently, you're not the only one lost in thought, as the entrance to the tent is opened and the little lamp in between you and Jiwoo is turned on. The latter gets up and leaves, letting someone else in.
And how could you not recognize that head of dark hair making its way inside, closing the entrance zipper after murmuring a 'thank you' and receiving a nod in response.
"Hyunjin? What are you doing here? It's late." you ask him, but receive no answer.
You receive no answer because instead, his lips crash against yours in a needy gesture.
Your eyes widen at the sudden gesture, but you don't push him away, not even when his lips start moving on yours shortly after. Instead, you reciprocate.
It's desperate. Your movements aren't even in sync, but it's okay. It's perfect like this; you couldn't ask for anything better.
One of his hands rests above your ear, caressing it so delicately that you barely even notice, as if youâre made of porcelain.
You break the kiss with quick breaths and uncontrollable heartbeats, emotions finally laid bare.
"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." he admits in a whisper, looking into your eyes.
You find the strength to speak, albeit lightly, "Today by the river⊠I didn't just watch you." You admit, and you can't help the hint of embarrassment you feel in saying those words to him.
"I know, and I hoped so much that you'd do what you were about to do, but you stopped." His smile doesn't falter for a moment. "You didn't have anything on your lip; I just used it as an excuse to touch you. I actually wanted to kiss you, but when I looked into your eyes, I didn't have the courage." He confesses.
"And here you are now." You chuckle.
He huffs a chuckle, "It wouldn't have been like this if you hadn't tried to kiss me first."
âNow I wish I hadnât stopped earlier today, by the river.â you say, lowering your eyes to his lips and then back to his, licking your own lips. âIâve always thought you have nice lips and Iâve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you, you know?â
âNow you know,â he says happily. âOr do you need to explore a little more?â
You donât even need to answer; he already knows the response. And once again, your lips are on each otherâs, in a kiss that quickly becomes fast and hungry.
Your hands roam over each otherâs bodies, fingers tangled in hair, hands gripping cheeks, hips, ending up on thighs.
Your breaths are fast, and the tent heats up. Youâre so lost in each other that you donât realise youâre not being very quiet anymore.
Itâs Changbinâs voice that wakes you up and makes you pull away. âCould you guys keep it down a bit?â he shouts from a couple of tents away from yours.
âIf you two donât let me sleep or wake me up at any hour of the night, Iâll put you in the air fryer.â Minhoâs voice intervenes right after, annoyed.
You and Hyunjin lock eyes and then laugh silently.
âAt least weâll be put together.â
#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin fanfic#stray kids fanfic#stray kids x reader#hyunjin x reader fluff#stray kids x reader fluff#hyunjin fluff#asks âĄ#anon ask âĄ
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Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways to Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Harrington!Fem!Reader | 18+
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Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You're home for the weekend, which so happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.
Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve's daughter), multichapter build up, excessive use of nicknames, no use of y/n, use of marijuana, perv!Eddie
Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve's freckles. No skin colour, body shape/type
Word count: 5.3k
P2 Will Be Up Next Thursday and every Thursday from then on!
The sounds of the morning Saturday cartoons fill the living room, background noise as you scroll through your phone while slowly working your way through your bowl of cereal. Droplets of milk occasionally drip onto your lap, landing on your bare thigh as the videos you scroll through donât seem to compute.Â
For the thousandth time you spill milk on your lap, you huff out of annoyance as you wipe it off with the edge of your sweaters sleeve. Maybe scrolling through your phone and eating something with liquids wasnât a good idea for someone as klutzy as you.
From the kitchen, your dad walks out as he uses a T-towel to dry his hands. âYou listening, sunshine?â
âHuh?â You blurt out, the video you were half paying attention to still playing.Â
He breaks into a smile, shaking his head as he tosses the towel over his shoulder. âGuess not. You have any plans this weekend?âÂ
You shake your head, wiping your mouth of the excess milk of this bite when you had scooped too big of a bite. âNaomi is working for the summer and Marley got stuck watching her little brother all weekend.âÂ
Coming home to see your dad for the week is nice, granted it would probably be nicer if you could see either of your 2 friends. Youâd have to settle for Steve being extra doting on you, given youâre only one of four of his kids in the house for the moment. What you would give to have your snot mouth brother in town just for two seconds to make the extra big house just a little bit smaller.
He nods, rubbing his hands together. You can see the slight hesitation in his eyes, watching the cartoon as if he had forgotten the conversation which he had started.Â
âDad?â His brown eyes switch to you, smirking at your expectant face.Â
âRight. I was hoping youâd be out of the house a bit more,â he sighed, popping his knuckles anxiously. âI have an old friend that will be staying with us for the weekend. I thought if you were out of the house it might make things slightly less awkward.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrow, curious as to what he might mean. Youâve gotten to know any old friend of his that might be expected to stay for the night, ducking their many attempts to ruffle your hair over the years. The only person youâd let do it ended up being Robin, as she is the coolest person youâve ever met.Â
âWhy would it be awkward?â The question has a sarcastic bite to it, garbled by the cereal in your mouth.Â
He sighs, placing a hand in his brown locks, ruffling them as he tucks his lips in. âWell, because itâs one of the friends youâve never met.âÂ
Thereâs a few of them, having never made their return to Hawkins, you never had a chance to meet them. A few names from the stories your dad has told you over the years flicker through your mind, one name in particular standing out from the rest.Â
Well, it's the only name that pops through your head.
His likeness on Late Nite TV interviews charming the audience, his solid tenor voice playing on the speakers during family barbecues, his bandâs name plastered on some of the albums in your dadâs collection.Â
Youâve heard stories, seen the photos of him and your dad together, but heâs never come around before.Â
âWho?â You ask, your heart palpitating at the very thought of the long haired angel who haunted your dreams making his first in-person appearance.Â
âItâs Eddie,â he answers, crossing his arms as his eyes switch back to the tv. âEddie Munson, that guy in Corroded Coffin Iâve told you stories about?âÂ
You roll your eyes, fighting the smile that threatens to take over your face. âI know who Eddie is, dad. His name comes up every time his songs are on the family speakers. Given how many stories I know about him, is a lot!â You tease him, satisfied by the quick twist of annoyance across his face. Â
âNot like I heard you complaining about those stories,â he chuckles, playfully feigning a throw of his T-towel at you. âHe needs to come into town to help his uncle move into a retirement home. Wayne has finally given in, despite needing to be in one for at least a decade,â you blink at him, giving him that same deadpan stare he has given time and time again. Heâs taught you well. âRight, so. He will be staying for the weekend.â
You nod, putting down the bowl on the coffee table as the remaining contents are only the milk and soggy cereal. What a nightmare of textures.Â
As you lift your phone to unlock it again the day of the week flashes as a reminder. âSo, heâll be here tomorrow?âÂ
He hisses, reaching out his hand for said bowl. You pass it to him, the silence would be awkward if it werenât for how easily it rolls off his shoulders.Â
Steve Harrington makes his living off of awkward moments.Â
âShort notice I know,â he apologizes, in so many words, âI offered to him a few months ago when he brought it up, and he called the other day looking to cash in on the favor.âÂ
âAnd you said Iâd be yours for the weekend. You liar!â You accuse, playfully crossing your arms at him.Â
Your dad shrugs, walking back into the kitchen. âIt seems I have double booked Chez Harrington for the weekend, but it wonât be so bad.â You hear the sound of the bowl being put in the water in the sink.Â
You pretend to be annoyed, because itâs what he expects of you. The truth is since you were old enough to find someone hot Eddie Munson has intrigued you. On the occasion you have found yourself staring too long at magazine spreads he has been featured in, letting his sweet tenor voice enwrap you whole as you turn on his music. Sometimes he bares a love bite or two on stage, smacking you in the face with envy.Â
This weekend is bound to be torture for you, a vision of a rock god whose body and chisled arms youâve practically memorized by now up close in person with all those sick and twisted thoughts bouncing around in your head. To him, you will be nothing but a school girl with a crush.Â
Youâre surprisingly okay with that.Â
âAh, yes, an unruly rockstar coming over for a weekend. I think Iâve seen this film before, and I didnât like the ending,â you sing the last part, smiling cheekily as he scoffs.Â
âTaylor Swift references aside, heâs really gotten over his party hard rockstar days,â he insists, âor at least, thatâs what he tells me.âÂ
You nod cynically, narrowing your eyes. âFine. Not like I can tell you to refuse your friend a place to stay,â you shrug, acting a little too much. Relax, take it easy. You donât need to overact out an emotion. âWe have more than enough rooms.âÂ
âWell, your sisters donât like to come home for whatever reason and your brother is gone away at camp for the summer, so, yeah, I guess you can say that,â Steve huffs, crossing his arms back at you.Â
âOh, I thought heâd just stay in the spare bedroom,â you tease, your arms flailing as he pushes you over on the couch in one last retaliation.Â
The following afternoon thereâs three knocks on the door, announcing the arrival of the person youâve been waiting for all morning. You might have dressed for the occasion, a flowy summer dress that shows off your tits and just enough of your bikini top to keep him wanting more.Â
Youâd hoped the shine of your sunscreen on your skin will work in your favor, purposely messy hair and pretty lip gloss will do just the trick.Â
You open the door, despite waiting a few seconds for your dad to come down so you didnât have to, but the guest was impatient, knocking another three times and calling your dadâs name.Â
âAlright, alright, coming!â You call out, swinging the door open to a real life legend.Â
âAh! Little Harrington!â He startles, his brown eyes wide, only adding to how comically yet gorgeously frazzled he is.Â
But itâs not entirely comforting that the first thing he does when he sees you is jump.Â
âSorry, just thought you lot were gone for the summer,â he chuckles, fidgeting with his rings. Two seconds in and youâre already leering.Â
âDecided to crash,â you shrug, stepping back so he might enter. âNot many places I can stay at for free that also have a pool.âÂ
He barks out a laugh at your attempt at humor, looking around your fatherâs admittedly sweet diggs. âJesus,â he swears under his breath, dropping his gym bag on the floor. âForgot how big the Harrington house is.â
You laugh under your breath, keeping a comment to yourself.Â
A V forms between his brows, having seen the thought cross your mind. âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â you dismiss, a tight lipped smile slowly spreading across your face.Â
âI know a classic Harrington comment when I see one, spit it out,â he smirks, crossing his arms and raising his brows expectantly.
The comment spit it out raises a few images, but bite your tongue and ignore them. Â
You raise your brows back, challenging his demand. You almost win, but the need to make a sarcastic remark, the one you inherited from a long line of sarcastic Harringtons, wins. âYouâre a rockstar, arenât you? Donât you have a big mansion of your own?âÂ
He scrunches his nose, as if turned off by the idea. âA house, maybe. But a mansion? For one person? Thatâs excessive.â He moseys back over to the door, bending over the threshold to grab something from out of sight. His guitar. The prized one he wrote the song chopped full of innuendos Tasty Lick about. He carries it by the neck, the red and black pattern even more vibrant and captivating in person.Â
You could say the same about him, especially how no photo seems to do him justice. The stubble on his chin is faint, but itâs there, looking ever so scratchable. His hands are rough, calloused from the hours of guitar playing. His forearms reveal a patchwork of black and white tattoos, all wrapped in a gothic theme or horror of some kind.Â
Youâre still leering at him. You shouldâve known this would be a dangerous game.Â
âWell what did you do with your riches, then?â You rebuttal as you peer up from under your lashes at a set of chocolate eyes that has your breath catching.Â
âA really nice tour bus, good security,â he starts walking towards the kitchen, hands in his jeans pockets as he continues his observation of the surroundings. âAs of recently, a damn good retirement home.âÂ
You smile at that, how charming it is that heâd rather spend his well earned dough on comfort for himself and others. It only adds to the boyish charm that overflows from him.Â
âOh, and a nice little red sportsâ car,â he adds, completely nixing your previous thought about him.Â
âI can make you something to eat if you want, you probably had a long road trip,â you offer him, leaning forward against the island counter.
Eddieâs eyes study you for a moment, his eyes flickering around your face. As they trail across your eyes, lips, studying your scattered moles youâve inherited from your father, you nearly retract from his intense gaze.
The moment ends, Eddie leaning back in the barstool as he licks his lips in a quick movement. âNo thanks,â his head shakes rapidly, sending a ripple down his wavy locks, âIâm good.âÂ
You hum, cheekily raising your brow. âDadâs probably in the shower, which means you might be waiting a while for him to blow dry his hair.âÂ
Eddie laughs, broad smile wide enough to show those dangerous dimples. âGuess nothing really has changed.âÂ
You push yourself off the barstool, barking out one short laugh as you walk out the wide double doors to where your setup is.Â
Itâs best not to hover.
There are a few lounge chairs by the pool, each with its own glass table right next to it. Your phone is waiting for you, a singular AirPod right next to it, the music that was playing through the speaker earlier on pause and waiting for you to return. The hot sun blares on the 4th of July weekend, a chlorine blue water stagnant in the pool, just inviting someone to enjoy its icy depth, a shelter from the blaze.Â
Your sandals protect your bare feet from the scorching concrete, the sunglasses that rested on your head are no longer forgotten as the sun sends daggers through your skull.Â
You lose yourself in your Hot Girl Summer playlist, humming to an indie pop artistâs upbeat track that sounds like summer while mindlessly reading a magazine. Your dad blocks the sun, effectively announcing his presence after you couldnât hear him over the music blasting in your ear.Â
After you wave up at him with a smile on your face, taking the earbud out when he gestures for you to do so. âWhatâs up?âÂ
He tilts his head in a jerk move, his face shifting into a bewildered expression in a blink. âA-when did Eddie get here?âÂ
âDunno,â you shrug, looking around him towards the double doors. âMaybe ten, fifteen minutes ago?â
His eyes widen, adding to the expression heâs given to you many many times in your adolescence. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?âÂ
You lean back, switching your glance back down to your magazine, oh so coyly. âI figured you were in the shower.â You flip the page to a spread of heartthrobs. Somehow the rockstar has made his way into the mix. âEddie can wait for fifteen minutes. Heâs a big boy.âÂ
Steve blinks at you, considering this statement with a sour look on his face. âDid you at least offer a drink, something to eat while he was waiting?âÂ
âOf course I did! He said no. Now go say hi to your buddy,â you gesture back towards the house vaguely, playing closer attention to the glossy pages in your lap. âIâm not the one being rude, anymore.âÂ
He sighs, turning back around toward the house. The earbud is barely pressed into your ear when he turns back around, his long legs taking him back in quick steps. âThis whole display doesn't have anything to do with Eddie visiting, would it?âÂ
âDisplay?â You parrot back to him, pushing your sunglasses onto your head. You gesture towards the pool, mirroring that same exasperated look he gave you. âDisplay? Iâm sitting by the pool, like I told you I would. If I wanted a display, I wouldâve worn a lot less than the dress I wore when I answered the door.â You pause, indicating to your pink bikini with a flourish. âI wouldâve worn a lot less now.â
Steve falls out of his stern father pose, eyes closed as he throws his hands up in surrender. âAah, okay I get your point.âÂ
âItâs hot, itâs summer.â You put your sunglasses back on over your eyes, shaking the product soaked hair you worked so hard to make look effortlessly messy. âIâm your daughter, Iâm not a display.â
âRight, yeah. Just making sure, sunshine.â He leans in, lowering his voice as if so Eddie canât hear through the open doors. âI just know you had a crush on him when you were younger. It ainât happeninâ, sweet girl.âÂ
You pull your head back, your jaw dropping as your dad does what he does best, come up with one more rebuttal just when you thought youâd won the battle.Â
He always wins the war.Â
It takes a minute for your mind to catch back up to yourself, blinking yourself out of it. âI-what!â
âYou werenât as subtle about it as you thought you were, sunshine!â He calls back, striding back into the house.Â
You huff, watching your crystal blue painted toenails twitch as you mull the conversation over in your head. If nothing came of it, then at least Eddie would get to enjoy his view, and youâd enjoy yours. For a moment you wonder if youâre acting pathetic, but you toss your sunglasses and earphone aside, ignoring the glitch in self confidence as you approach the suddenly inviting pool.Â
Were the set of eyes you felt on you as you made laps in the pool just wishful thinking?
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The scraping of the knife against toast fills the kitchen as you slowly spread the strawberry jam, careful not to make more of a mess than you already have.Â
âMorninâââ you hear behind you, your dadâs shampoo filing your nose as he leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek.Â
âHi,â you greet him, pausing to âcleanâ the jam off your thumb. Youâre about to ask if he would like some toast when you see his suit on, perfectly tailored with his long hair groomed so specifically you clock it right away. âYouâre all dressed up.â
He grins, walking around you to where you had a pot of coffee started. âAbout that.â
Thatâs exactly what you figured. âWhat?â
âPut some toast in for Ed, Iâll tell you both when he comes down,â he instructed, narrowly avoiding your pointedly annoyed stare.Â
Your eyes remain on his to make your point, huffing as you place two pieces of bread in, adding more attitude in the action than was probably necessary. Your jaw locks, staring him down as he pours his cup of coffee, chewing on the toast with your arms crossed.Â
Although Steve is apologetic, he eventually ignores your glare, wondering how all four of his kids managed to get his same attitude.Â
Eventually you grow tired of glaring at someone whoâs ignoring you so you sit down, waiting for Eddie to make his appearance as you pout at the kitchen island.Â
The smell of his Irish Spring soap hits the kitchen before he does, walking into the kitchen mid yawn and fresh from his shower. Eddieâs shirt clings to his lithe torso like a second skin, showing off just the hint of a tummy with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. You allow yourself one second to gawk at him and the hairs that peek out of his shirt until you reshift your focus back to your toast, panicking when you notice the jam that has dripped on your hand. Oh, shit again?
âWhatâs with the fancy get up, dude?â Eddie asks, pouring himself a cup as well. Â
âBefore we get to that, Sunshine has put some toast in for you.â Steve gestures with his coffee cup.
Eddieâs brows lift, looking just the littlest bit delighted as he turns toward the toaster. âOh, thanks!â He snaps his fingers into a gun with his thumb and pointer finger, sending a wink your way. Youâre mid-âclean-upâ on your hand, rushing to finish before you nod to acknowledge his thanks.Â
âAlright. My partner called,â he means work partner, âhe needs help to close this deal. Heâs having a really hard time doing it himself.â
âWho did you send?â You ask, knowing a little bit of his work drama.Â
Steve hisses, wincing as he says, âWarner.âÂ
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as the toast pops out of the toaster. âWell no wonder!âÂ
Eddie has been watching this like a tennis match, completely out of the loop but entertained nonetheless. âWhat, whatâs wrong withâŠWarren?âÂ
âWarner,â you correct him, cleaning up yet another spill of jam off your thumb. âThe guy sucks. Why Warner, why not Tommy?âÂ
âWait, why does he suck?â Eddie asks as he spreads butter on his toast, looking way too entertained about this.
âBecause heâs a 22-year-old fuckwit that doesnât know how to close and only got this job because his dad gave it to him when he retired,â you huff, not at all distracted by how Eddie is eating his toast; like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted, savoring every bite. His tongue occasionally pokes out to lap at the butter on his lips, his eyes closed as he muffles sounds at the back of his throat.Â
He makes eating toast look depraved.
âSunshine, youâre 22,â Steve squints, lifting his cup towards you accusingly.Â
You scoff. âYeah but Iâm not an entitled dickwad who thinks just because his daddy had a job âoh, thatâs my job one day!â. He has no experience versus his father who was in the game for 25 years.â Youâre very passionate about this, more so than you had even anticipated. âSeriously, why him?âÂ
âHeâs the only one who didnât take the Fourth of July weekend off because heâs a 22 year old fuckwit with no family.â He takes a large sip of his coffee before setting it on the counter. âWell in any case, you are right. He has no experience and we need this account, so I gotta help him out.âÂ
âWhen do you think youâll be back?â Eddie asks, giving you a fresh whiff of his soap when he walks behind you to sit on the other side of the island.Â
Steve crosses his arms and leans against the table, mentally preparing himself before he disappoints the two of you, âNot til Sunday.âÂ
âShitty,â Eddie sighs sympathetically.Â
âDad I can only take one week off,â you sigh, having only gotten two days with him. âWhen you get back Iâll only have one more day.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He does genuinely sound remorseful. You know heâd stay if he had any other choice, but he doesnât.Â
âYou know anyone else in town who couldâŠâ Eddie starts, obviously reminding your dad of something he forgot about.Â
âShit. Hmmm.â Steveâs eyes flicker to you, âSunshine can do it.âÂ
You pause mid-bite in hearing your nickname. âSunshine can do what?âÂ
âI donât wanna bother her on her vacation.â Eddie states, dismissing Steveâs offer.Â
Your dad saved him off, âIâm sure sheâd be happy to help.âÂ
âWhat am I doing?â You ask more assertively, finally grabbing their attention.Â
Eddie finally speaks first, âOh, I asked your dad to help me pack up my uncles things. Itâs a tedious process, I can getââÂ
âNo, sheâd be happy to help,â Steve offers again, looking at you and jerkily nodding his head towards Eddie.Â
Youâd be happy to help, youâre just thinking about the amount of time youâll be alone with Eddie. Your plan was to keep a safe distance from him, allowing a free show in your best summer clothing while enjoying the hot weather. The close quarters your dad is sending you into sounds dangerous, butterflies erupting into your ribcage as you picture the deafening silence surrounding the two of you knee deep in his uncleâs things.  Â
âIâm happy to help,â you tell him, getting up to put your plate away.Â
âI donât want to force her intoââÂ
âMy dad canât force me into doing shit,â you scoff, ignoring your dads own scoff. Now Eddie on the other hand could demand you to bark and you would. Down on the ground, on all fours. âBesides. You two wouldnât have gotten any actual organization done.âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie lifts his mug, giving you a wink. Your neck hair rises, scanning his arched nose and the rebelling stubble already growing in despite having freshly shaved. His aftershave is intoxicating, the sound of a glass mug clinking as it lands on the counter snapping you out of your daze.  Â
âWhen are you leaving?â You suddenly remembered your dadâs presence in the kitchen, funny how fast you forgot about him.Â
âI should get going within the hour,â he states thoughtfully, grimacing apologetically when you give him sad eyes. You know it's not his fault, but youâre not the adult here, and the disappointment you feel canât help but twist your features.Â
He puts his hands on your shoulders, petting them with his thumbs. âI do feel better knowing Iâm not leaving you all alone in this big empty house.âÂ
You tense up, avoiding his gaze as you attempt to smile. Being left all alone with Eddie in the big empty house is precisely what is worrying you. Your dadâs constant presence alone is the thing that has prevented you from even being tempted into going any further than elongated stares and late night fantasies.Â
âIâve been alone in the house before,â you say, tilting your head. âYouâre about to be alone for the rest of the month.â That sentence just makes you feel sad.Â
He smirks, shaking his head playfully. âI meant at least if Iâm ditching you for work, then at least Iâm not leaving you all alone. I was trying to alleviate my own guilt.âÂ
âIâve already forgiven you, old man,â you tell him. âGo, rescue those poor investors from Warnerâs slippery hands.â
He pulls you in for a hug, his heartbeat familiar as he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. Your head is swung back abruptly as he pushes on your shoulders, leaning in conspiratorially. âHey, there are worse people to leave you alone than the man that was once on a poster on your wall, hey?âÂ
That poster was stared down many times, finally taken down when you were about to move away, kept only because of the autograph in the bottom corner.
Regardless, your dad is having too much fun with this. You wonder who would have more fun if Eddie ends up bending you over the couch like you kept envisioning. Said rockstar currently bending over the couch to grab something jolted you back to the present.Â
âAnd who gave me that as a gift after introducing me to his music?â You shoot back, meeting those chocolate brown eyes across the living room.Â
âMy ears are burning,â Eddie grins, walking around the couch to plug in the amp.Â
âAre your keys burning, because I need a ride to the airport.â Steve interjects, smirking at your widened eyes.Â
Eddie sits on the couch, one foot resting on the coffee table as he starts playing his guitar absentmindedly. âI am your noble steed at your service, Harrington. Just tell me when.âÂ
Steve answers with something, probably somewhat sarcastic before climbing the stairs to finish packing. You probably wouldâve heard it if it werenât for how absentmindedly his fingers were moving, individually plucking the strings as his other hand shifts easily to each corresponding chord.Â
He is delicate with the instrument, expertly working her and zoned out as the guitarâs gentle tune fills the house. His many years spent playing is evident through how easy he plays the melody, getting lost in the song with his hands working idly. If it werenât for his eyes being shut for the whole time, you wouldâve probably pretended to go on your phone.Â
His effortlessness of plucking the strings sends a thrill down your spine, has your thighs squeezing tightly together as your mind starts to picture his fingers expertly working you apart.Â
âOw!âÂ
Eddieâs yelp snaps you out of it, making you jump as you hurriedly switch your glance back to your phone. He chuckles as he sucks his sore thumb, the very same one the guitar string snapped on. âSorry, did I scare ya?âÂ
âNo,â you answer, sounding not at all convincing to yourself. Eddie lifts his brow to you, his face comically twisted as he continues to tend to his wound. âOkay, maybe a little.âÂ
He chuckles, smirking as he adjusts the guitar on his lap again. âPoster in your room?âÂ
Fuck, you were hoping he didnât hear that, despite him being in earshot.Â
âWell it was signed and it just so happened to be one of my favorite albums.â Despite your nerves tickling the surface right under your skin, you do your best to seem unfazed by his magic fingers. Â
His brows furrow, delicately playing a soft rock melody. At least, you think it's soft rock. âWhich one?â
âHellâs Angels,â you answer candidly. You do like the songs of Freak! More, but you specifically requested a poster of Hellâs Angels because of the dark look in Eddieâs eye while heâs looking directly in the listener.Â
There may have been a night where you placed it perfectly on the wall so it appears heâs between your open legs to make it easier to picture him glancing up at you while heâ
He tilts his head dismissively lifting one side of his upper lift in a sneer. âNot my best. If I had to pick a favorite, and donât tell anyone I said this, itâd be Freak!âÂ
You blink in surprise, grinning to yourself as you listen to the gentle strum of his guitar.Â
âI do remember sending that poster off though, Steve never mentioned who it was for, I just figured It would earn him some serious brownie points for a girl he was chasing.â It feels so weird to hear about your dad dating, even after all these years.Â
âNope,â you shrug. âJust his favorite daughter.âÂ
âShit,â he laughs, a hiccup in his guitar play, âif you wanted an autograph you shouldâve just asked. Only takes me two seconds.â
Your mind buzzes with the offer, probably a throwaway comment of his, but just the offer alone is enough to send you almost on a mental spiral.Â
âAlright!â Steve saves you in the nick of time, running downstairs with a gray suitcase occasionally colliding every few steps or so. âLetâs go, Munson!âÂ
âOk,â Eddie sets the guitar aside and turns his amp off, a stripe of skin nearly irresistible as he stretches. Aware of the company in the living room, who actually paid no mind, you memorize the pattern of his delicious looking treasure trail. God what would it feel like to nuzzle into those pretty little hairs.Â
Youâre still gawking.Â
âDude, leather jacket with sweatpants?â Steve reprimands, one eyebrow tilted as he looks at Eddie perplexed.
You hate to say it but he really makes it work.Â
âWhat? Not like Iâm really going anywhere,â Eddie shrugs, patting his pockets for a double check he has everything.  Â
The former glances at you, pointing at his friend. âLook at this get-up.âÂ
You pretend as if you hadnât already, giving Eddie a one over. You take advantage of it, really taking your time. âIâll give him a break, he wears leather pants on stage in 100 degree heat,â you answer, crossing your arms. âJust this once though. Donât let us see you slacking again.â You were going to add a Munson at the end of it, but you figured itâd go too far.Â
A chorus of soft laughter from both of them fills the room. âYes ma'am,â he salutes, sending a jolt down your spine. Oh, thatâs something youâll need to dissectâŠeventually.Â
Two steps away from the door, your dad turns back towards you to initiate one last hug. You let out a hum of contentment, giggling as he tells you to take it easy on Eddie.Â
âSafe flight,â you wish him, one last squeeze until he reluctantly lets you go. âText me when you land.âÂ
Eddie appears with his hair in a low and loose bun, some curly strands framing his face. âAlright, Harrington. Get ready for your mid-life crisis.âÂ
The slick, low car that takes up one half of the driveway right next to your fatherâs Mercedes SUV stands out, probably one of the only flashy things he owns. (However, he also paid someone to drive up his van when he realized he still needed to move an old manâs house worth of clutter and valuables.)
As you watch the car drive to the end of the ridiculously long driveway, you canât help but feel like a decision has been made for you.Â
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood turn to one. There is no more coke or pepsi. The radio will only air one station.
Being alone with Eddie Munson suddenly feels like a temptation.Â
You just hope he has the good sense not to feel the same way.    Â
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I HAVE A..A FUN LITTLE IDEA!
what if sugar mommy billie x sugarbaby reader and like billie loves buying things for reader and loves just buying stuff for her and reader is kinda a bimbo but the public thinks they are polar opposite best friends. not knowing that same night reader put lingerie on that billie bought for her and billie tear it off to eat her out then later fuck her (with strap)
crazy big brain moment when thinking about if i should be a sugar baby or not
A Little Secret
Sugar mommy Billie Eilish x sugar baby fem reader !
A/n: duhrrr omg I adore this, and GURL you're so very real for that last statement đ« I really hope I did a good job !!!! And that you like it đ
Summary: it was all top secret what you and billie truly were. Definitely not just friends.
Warnings: Slight age difference ? (B30,R21) fingerings, eating out, let me know if i missed anything !!
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You could come out and just say that the two of you are dating. But people would soon realize there was something more going on. So. You both had to keep it as secret as possible. Not to mention how obvious the age gap was.
And you managed to, it was especially hard when you wanted to post and flaunt all the pretty gifts she'd get you. All you wanted to do was show how thankful you were of her. You wanted to show her off even if the situation wasn't as normal so you two see it. But you both didn't care, you were insanely happy.
One day you were getting ready to go out to the mall. You open your car door to be met with some roses and a prezzie. With a note from Billie saying.
"I wanna be the reason you slightly tilt your phone away from others when you read it" - Have a good day sweet angel ;)
That was a constant thing she'd do, leaving gifts for you, especially with a cheeky note.
"Hey Bub, look what I got." She says with the widest grin. "Whatcha get." You say sitting up from the couch. She had a black handbag in hand, it was beautiful. She turns it around, smirking as your eyes gleam at the designer symbol. You look at her, looking at that sexy smirk of hers, her eyes. You quite literally pounce at her, kissing her lips. "This is gorgeous Bill!" You beamed as you go to grab it, looking at it. The compartments.
"Exactly like you baby." You blush ever so slightly, as you keep looking at it. You were truly mesmerized. "You can use it for our date night tomorrow." She then says leaning on the couch. "Where are we going!?" You had so much enthusiasm she adored it. It made her feel truly happy. "It's a surprise my love." You sit there and think for a moment. "Alright, but I know wherever it is I'll love it." She smiles more. "I know you will."
Tonight was the night, you were currently in the bathroom lining your lips before you put the soft red lipstick on. She comes up behind you, kissing your neck. "You look so good. Smell great too." You giggle as her breath tickles your skin. "So do you!" She soon looks at you through the mirror. "Kinda don't even want to go for food now, I mean. You look pretty tasty." She bites your neck, causing another giggle to rumble from you. "Bill." - "You'll be calling me something completely different by the time I'm done with you."
A blush spreads widely across your cheeks, even more considering the slight blush you already wore. She then turns you around once your lipstick was applied. Grabbing your hand gently and kissing it. "Howd I get so lucky. Daym." You kiss her cheek. "I'm so grateful for you." You say sweetly. "Ready?" You nod as she takes your hand in hers again, taking you to the car.
The place she took you to was beautiful, the building was dimly lit. Only source of light was coming from a few on the ceiling, and the tall, skinny candles on the tables. You and Billie sit down, tucking your feet under the red velvet table cloth. Billie would always make sure the places she took you to were secluded. Just in case any eyes saw. Of course it could've been just two friends. But with the way you two were both dressed, a blind man would spot that from a mile away.
The evening was great, everything so still, calm and quiet. Soaking up the luxury of the building and the atmosphere. When you were both ready to go she grabs your hand leading you out to the car, like always she opens the door for you. Letting you get in before it closes, and she's making her way to the driver's side.
The ride is peaceful you had the window rolled down enjoy the slight breeze. You then get the idea to stick your head out, maneuvering your body out of the seat belt, having your back slightly out of the car. Having it rest there. Your hands grip the upper part of the car, leaning your head back as the wind blows through your hair. But as you got into the position you're in currently. You were unaware of the fact your dress had ridden up ever so slightly. Giving Billie the most perfect view of your black lace underwear.
Specifically the ones she bought you just recently. You hadn't worn them yet so it cones as a surprise to her eyes. She had to stay focused on driving but God how it hugged your pussy so delicately. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She eventually did, knowing you guys were almost home. The things this woman was about to do. She truly wasn't kidding earlier on.
That's exactly how you ended up here, sprawled on the black fuzzy sheets. The softness of the fabric against you skin only adding to Billies actions. Which currently was teasing. Your whine was heard for maybe the 5th time now. But she needed to savor this. Your taste your scent. Her face was right infront of your cunt, having her nose bump your clit purposefully. Sending you absolutely mental.
"Billie-" Your whiney voice echoed throughout her ears, her mind. Her soul. And all movement stops. Her eyes look straight up at you warningly. Your breath only gets caught in your throat, knowing where you fucked up. But too fucked out to correct. Her figure was still as anything, awaiting the propper words. Until you're whining again. Her head just shakes.
"That's no way to talk to me sweetheart." Her finger taps your thigh gently. "Do you not want this?" She knew damn well you did, but she needed you to say the word, needed you to address her properly.
"What do you call me baby. Go on, be good."
A small whimper is heard. Her finger slowly coming in line with your entrance making you snap out of your dazed state.
"Mommy."
"Louder." Her finger slides into you.
"Mommy!" You screech slightly, having your mouth hang open.
"Good. Girl."
She notices your reaction as she kisses around your pussy. "Don't forget to breathe." She whispers sexily, so slow with her words too. Her own breath fanning against the skin of your swollen cunt.
And that's all it took, for her fingers to move so insanely fast inside you. Her mouth coming to suck on your pussy lips, biting just a tiny bit. Your head flew back again, eventually feeling her soft hands move up your torso, so slowly, every action. Reaching a breast and squeezing. Your head starts to spin, her movements rapid.
Everything was happening in the speed of light as your orgasm approaches quick. Sending your head right back into the pillows as her tongue relentlessly moves against your clit. "Mommy, please let me cum.. please." Your breath was nothing but short finding any thought in your brain to be dead. She hums against you the vibrations not helping with the fact you had to hold on, until she grants you that permission you so helplessly need. "Mommy!" You scream out. "Cum." She growls against you.
Billie was so caught up in it she actually hadn't heard your voice asking. Her hands were gripped tightly around your thighs most definitely creating a mark. The way you smelt was like a drug, addictive. And the taste she could already feel on the tip of her tongue. "Need more." She then moans into you, desperate to taste you properly. You hadn't even overcome the last euphoric feeling.
When you feel her tongue stick deep inside you. Your eyes roll all the way back at this new feeling, her tongue was so warm and wet. Mixing with your previous orgasm. The way you tasted makes her own eyes roll back. If anything she was enjoying this more than you. Not to say you weren't, wriggling with pleasure underneath her. "T-too m-uhg!" A moan gets caught along your words as her finger move to spread your folds open, wide. Her tongue moving in and out of you faster. You were so loose currently and she was adoring it.
Loving how easily her tongue was slipping in. Your hole feeling stretched around her tongue. You begin to shake as the second one is coming, her nose bumping your clit as she moves. Making your brain fuzz over with pure pleasure. You gush into her mouth having her drink you like a thirsty dog, your body giving out in the process. She could care less that you didn't ask. Cuz like an addict she's not stopping tonight. Or ever.
She was going to drink you dry.
#billie#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#billie eilish#billie eilish x you#billie eilish x reader smut#billie eilish x y/n
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So Danny is just a bunch of good that takes a humanoid shape, and we've seen him stretch and warp himself. What is sometimes he just leaves bits of himself behind. He has restoration so he can heal himself and others so when he realizes he left a foot behind he just grows a new one.
Batman: We've found more of the meta, 3 left feet all genetically identical, either were dealing with a cloning operation or someone using a regenerative meta as an organ farm. The most recent finds washed up between Gotham and metropolis.
Meanwhile Danny: I've gotta visit Dani more Madrid was beautiful can't wait to show Jazz the photos, tried to land and eats it, Damn it I though I fixed this!
Danny loves his new power- he likes to call it "Play-Boo" as a pun on playdough because it allows him to shift and change his body as he sees fit.
It was hard to mentally change his appearance as his core was tied to his idea of himself. Still, he can make his hair longer at will, shift to a younger or older version of himself, and even slightly change his coloration, though that takes a bit more concentration.
Danny is sadly unable to shape-shift into someone else. He thinks being able to regenerate is an okay trade-off. Especially when Danny accidentally leaves bits of himself behind with his new warping technique.
It's not the kind of warping he would like- seeing as he could only go a few yards from his original spot- but he hopes with time and practice, he will be able to fling himself from one side of the country to the other, much like opening portals.
But unlike the portals, he won't have to step into the ghost zone as a layaway.
One day, he'll be able to think, "Star City!" and bam will be there without having to destabilize his whole body or lose limbs. Or some internal organs. Like his left kidney.
Which was currently somewhere in Gotham as his warping has developed to the point that he can send himself to the area within eyesight, and he had traveled to metropolis in this method instead of flying to try to perfect it.
"Shoot," He grumbles, falling into a booth across from Dani. She had asked that he visit the big city with her, do a few sights, and then the two would fly downstate to check out some national parks.
"Lost something again?" She asks, sipping the soda she had ordered while waiting for him. Dani had been in the city for about three days and had fallen in love with the diner they were eating at.
She insisted they meet up there just so Danny could try some of their roast beef sandwiches. The favorite food of the two siblings.
"My left Kidney." He sighs, patting his side. Thank goodness his Play-Boo allowed him to not feel pain. He hated to have to feel every time he lost one of his body parts. "I need to eat my troubles away until a new one grows back."
"I'm not paying for your meal."
"But Dani! I'm down a kidney!"
She snorts. "It'll grow back by the time we leave, and you know it. But fine, you big baby, I'll pay for lunch. You have to cover the diner."
Satisfied, he lets her call over a waitress who quickly takes their orders and vanishes to the back, where the cook will likely make "the best damn roast beef" for him. He leans back, asking Dani about her travels.
She eagerly starts talking about the local art she has taken pictures of. At one point, her travels had turned into photo albums, documenting everything she saw and experienced.
She made some money this way, selling some of her photos, but mostly, Dani preferred to keep them for herself or the family.
As she talked about the light reflecting on some large News building- the daily planet- and the great lengths she had to go to get close enough to capture the sunlight, the door to the dinner chimed.
Two men in suits ushered in, one wearing a dark blue that seemed far cheaper than the deep black of his companion. Danny instinctively turned towards the sound, but he quickly looked away as the two men found a seat in a booth furthest away from him.
"I met this guy, Jimmy, who promised to have my photos submitted for a junior photographer contest. It's to help promote tourism, so it's based on the "Metropolis' beauty," but first place is five hundred!" Dani eagerly tells him, her eyes sparkling.
"I know you'll win. You'll make a name for yourself in no time as the best photographer of our era." Danny smiles at his little sister. He lowers his voice "Maybe with that money you win we won't have to sell my organs for a while."
She laughs, adding to the joke like it's second nature, "But you're so fun to harvest! Side's it's not like Vlad will allow you to walk away from the operation. He already has two more kidney orders from Gotham waiting for you."
Danny grimces. "I just lost one this morning. Why does he overbook me so much."
"I can do it if you-"
"Not on your life. I can regerate. You can only cry."
Dani kicks him hard in the shin. She waves her coffee spoon at him like a wizard banishing a wand. "Are you calling me a crybaby?"
"Well, I'm not calling you a cry-lady." He laughs as she scoffs. She opens her mouth to say something when her eyes lock with something over his shoulder. Her face closes down at once, hardening into someone who has traveled through the roughest parts of cities and towns.
Danny used to be worried that her instance of traveling alone at such a young age would ruin her childlike wonder and innocence, but he knew it would be worse to keep her at home.
Even with Vlad finally getting the much-needed help, the fact that Dani has existed for two years now didn't mean she was comfortable with being tied down.
Twisting around, he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The two men are casually eating their meals by the far window- too far for them to hear, the waitress is sitting behind the counter flipping through a magazine, and the chef can be seen through a little window making something at his gril.
What had alarmed Dani so much?
"We have to go," She hisses in ghost speech, eyes never leaving the man in the blue suit. Was it him? He seems to unthreatening with his big bulky glasses and easy smile. "I don't know why, but I don't like that guy's vibe."
Well, he won't argue with her about her gut feelings. Those were never important to ignore. "Let's take the rest of this to go."
She raises her hand, calling over the waitress, flipping open her wallet to leave enough to cover their bill and leave a generous tip. Danny quickly gathers their food in take-home boxes, keeping his body in front of Dani to block the men's view of her.
He's grateful that he had pulled on his hood, as his ears had gotten cold from the warping. With the fact he never turned around once since they walked in and his trusty hood, his face has been kept hidden from the men.
A small victory.
Hopefully, he won't see them again after this.
"Come on." He tells Dani, as she quickly gathers her stuff. "Vlad is going to have my arms and legs if we late meet him. I don't want to be just a torso again."
"I mean, it's your fault for trying to run away." She sighs. "You know how he gets. At least you didn't have to entertain his guests."
"Yeah laying in a dark room hoping to regrow my limbs is much better than letting those freaks touch me." Danny agrees thinking back to the big gala Vlad had invited them to.
To show goodwill and try to move past their hostility, the Fentons' children- Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani- had all agreed to go with him, under the condition that they be on their best behavior.
Danny had been running late due to a ghost attack and had chosen to use his wrapping far past the agreed limitation his parents, and Vlad had set for him.
He got to Vlad's castle but none of his limbs had followed him. Mom had been so outraged by his reckless behavior he's been grounded staying in one of the guest rooms without tv to "think about what could have happened!"
Dad and Vlad had merely nodded to their wife's punishment for their child. (And he was still getting used to the idea of Vlad being married to his parents.)
Jazz, Dan, and Dani were left to the gala, where Jazz had intellectual conversations with college professors Vlad was funding or where Dan was talking up some pretty men and women with a drink in hand, Dani as the youngest was left to affluent old ladies pinching her cheeks and giving her backhand compliments on being a "lady."
The Dannies hated being touched by strangers, and those higher-class old ladies had no concept of personal space.
"Don't worry, I'm almost too old soon." Dani chirps, holding the door open for him. "Soon Vlad will have to find other kids to flaunt in front of rich people."
"That would be the day." The two exit the dinner, switching the conversation to the idea of dessert- deciding to search on their phones a local frozen yogurt place.
Neither notice the two men- one whose fork has crumbled in his grip and another who is clicking away on his phone with a look of outer disgust on his face
"Bruce?"
"I'm already messaging Babs. She's following them with the city cameras as we speak. Don't worry, Clark, this "Vlad" isn't going to get away with it."
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Practice makes perfect Au#Basically Clark started heard them with his superhearing#He thought it was cute when she talked about the photo contest that quickly grew into alarm at the rest of the convo#Misunderstandings all around#Vlad married Jack and Maddie two years ago#Now he the chill step dad#Danny is 16#Dani is 14#Jaz is 18#and Dan is 17
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maybe a frenchie x supe!reader? thereâs not enough frenchie fics out there! like maybe they donât get along but theyâre forced to work together?
A Wild Fix: Part 1
Pairing: Frenchie x Reader
Summary: You, Wild Card, a 27 year old Supe newly signed by Vought, are recruited by Billy Butcher following an incident in Vought Tower. With the help of The Boys, you vow to destroy the corrupt system that wronged so many. But will your mission be tainted by your constant bickering with one of your new team members?
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Violence, drug use, Homelander (Obviously), mentions of drug use, questionable French
Notes: I absolutely LOVED this request. I slept on it once I saw it because I had so many ideas and I didn't know where to start...but my goal is going to be a 3-5 part series! I'm going to try my best to keep each part under 2k, maybe 1.5k each? No gender was specified in the request so I'm gonna keep it as a GN reader!
From the outside...Vought as a whole seemed like the shiny pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that every Supe had striven for since the company's creation. But you? You knew the truth. Only 24 hours into your career as a member of The Seven, you had been subjected to more violence than you expected from a group that was supposedly supposed to save people. Your first meeting with the rest of the group had gone south quickly once you questioned one of Homelanders statements, and stood your ground when he told you to back down. Before you could even blink, you were pinned against the wall, with a firm hand pressed against your neck, constricting your breathing. In that moment, you understood that being compliant was the only thing that would secure your status as living. So that's what you did, you nodded your head and said âyes sir.â Needless to say, you left that room with the fear of god, no, the fear of The Homelander, choked into youâŠBut you knew you couldnât sleep here. So you booked a hotel room for the night, hoping maybe the receptionist wouldn't notice the bruises on your neck.But while you walked there, tears streaming down your cheeks as you hugged yourself to keep the cool night air out of your jacket, you were approached by a man named Billy Butcher. The two of you had a lengthy conversation outside of the hotel regarding the truth behind Homelander, The Seven, and Vought as a whole. Then he made you an offer you couldnât refuse: a chance to get back at Homelander. A chance to bring yourself justice, as well as bring justice to the others he had hurt in his desperate pursuit of ultimate power. Of courseâŠyou agreed.Â
You had kept in touch with Butcher the following week on a burner phone he had given you, knowing that Vought had most likely bugged all of your personal technologyâŠand on your next day off? You met him at a location that was unknown to you, one you would soon come to be familiar with. As he ushered you down the wooden stairs of the unknown building, you weren't met with the most reassuring of environments. Drug paraphernalia, along with various illegal weapons, and full ammo boxes littered the expanse of the rather unwelcoming looking hideout. You stopped at the bottom step and pointed to a literal stack of plastic bags containing what you could only assume was coke.
âThatâsâŠâ you swallowed, âThatâs coke.â Butcher, who had been guiding you down the stairs with his hand on your lower back, laughed and shook his head.
âThatâs right, love. Bags of coke.â Billy said with a small chuckle as he patted your back and stepped onto the broken concrete floor of the basement, greeting the others that inhabited the space. The first person you noticed was a rather lengthy looking young man who looked to be around the same age as you with slightly curly brown hair. Admittedly, you thought he dressed like a twelve year old. He was seated on a questionable looking couch, next to an older man with a bigger build and a darker complexionâŠwho looked like he could snap you in half with little to no effort. Your gaze then flickered further into the room, and your gaze landed on a man who was around the same height as you. Not exactly tallâŠbut not short either. The man in question had a buzz cut, a piercing on his left ear, and was wearing an orange and black tie-dyed shirt, along with cargo pants. He was seated on one of the tables that housed various pieces of drug paraphernalia, and was seemingly using a business card to arrange lines of coke on the back of an old phone book that sat on his lap.
âWell boysâŠhere they are. This is Y/N L/N.â Butcher interrupted your silent evaluation as he addressed the room. He walked back to your side and put a hand on your shoulder, moving to point to the younger man on the couch. âThat poor bastard there is Hughie,â he moved to the man next to him, âthat's MM,â and finallyâŠhe pointed to the man sitting on the table. âThatâs Frenchie.â Frenchie pulled his head away from the phonebook, white power dusted on his nose.
âBonjour-â He said, cutting himself off with a sniffle as he wiped the coke from his nose. Oh, that's why they called him Frenchie. You narrowed your eyes, the greetings of the two other men falling on deaf ears as you looked Frenchie over. Clearly something important had been said during the duration of your staring, because you were knocked out of your thoughts by a firm nudge to the shoulder by Butcher.
âOi, Hellen Keller! Are you up for it or not?â Butcher asked. He realized you hadnât heard him and narrowed his eyes with a sigh. âWeâre going to meet up with an info plugâŠYou can either come or stay here with Frenchie.â You sort of just panicked and blurted out an answer, not wanting to ask any dumb questions about the info plug.
âIâll stayâŠwith uh, Frenchie.â You said. As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You werenât an overly judgy person, you really weren'tâŠbut you couldnât help but feel a bit of trepidation regarding staying alone with a man who had done coke off the back of a dirty phone book within the first minute of you meeting him. Butcher smirked when he saw the look of regret on your face.
âRight then. Weâll be back, love.â He said, gesturing for Hughie and MM to follow him out. âMake yourself at home.â With that, the three made their way up the stairs, leaving you alone with Frenchie. You took the moment of awkward silence that followed them leaving to look around the basement, your feet glued to the floor of course. The walls of the space were composed of a skeleton made of wooden posts, which were filled in with a mixture of red brick, and the same color of concrete that the floor was made of. The walls in question were littered with spray painted tags of many different colors, most of which you couldnât read, due to the fact that they were in a different language, but they were oddly beautiful nonetheless. The lighting in the room, just a few hanging light bulbs, added to the strange ambiance of the room.
âYou are Wild CardâŠYes?â The silence was broken by Frenchie, who was still sitting on the table, but now facing your direction. You turned to him and nodded, albeit awkwardly.
âYeahâŠYeah. That's me. Just call me Y/N, though.â You said, trying your best to give a convincing smile.
âY/NâŠâ He nodded as he repeated your name, âOui. A good name.â He looked at you for a moment, almost waiting for you to respond. When you didn't, he pursed his lips and blinked. âRemind me, Y/NâŠWhat are your powers exactly?â You sighed when he asked that. It was always strange explaining what exactly your powers were.
You were called Wild Card for a reason. While you were powerfulâŠusing your powers was sort of like playing a game of russian roulette, only with the gun pointed towards the other person. You could do a multitude of different things, along with the constant of your strength, speed, and agility. You could create different balls of explosive matter, you could manipulate and use the moisture present in the air for multiple different attacks, along with a few other niche things. The problem wasâŠyou never knew which would happen beforehand. All you could go off was the feeling you felt in your palms. You werenât exactly the most reliable Supe abilities wiseâŠbut every one of your random attacks was extremely powerful, making you a good person to throw into the mix if things aren't going well for the rest of your team, which is why you were a valuable member to add to The Seven.
âUhmâŠHave you ever played Uno before? Like the card game?â You asked. Frenchie nodded. âWell itâs kinda like when you put a wild card down in Uno, and you get to pick a colorâŠExcept you pick the color blindly.â Frenchie sort of stared at you for a moment, before he started laughing. You tensed up when you heard him laugh, but you tried to laugh along, due to the fact that you couldnât tell if he was laughing with you or at you. âForgive me, mon cher-â He stifled a laugh before continuing, âthat is the silliest thing I've ever heard.â At that comment, you frowned, taking a step back even though you were across the room from each other.
âSilly? Itâs not silly at allâŠIâm pretty powerful, all things considered-â
âBut you just use it blindly?â He asked with a chuckle. âWhat happens when you want to shoot a fireball or something, but you summon a childâs teddy to your hand instead?â That ticked you off. Who the hell was he to insult your powers? He was a druggie, and didn't even have any.
âHow can you sit there and insult me when you were doing lines off the back of a 30 year old phonebook when I walked in?â You asked, your words coming out a bit more spiteful than you had intended. Frenchie narrowed his eyes, but tried to shake off his anger. He wasnât fond of fighting with people over small things, especially not when intoxicated.Â
âAhâŠI seeâŠâ He said with a chuckle that you could only describe as pathetic, âAll Supes really do have an ego, don't they?â He asked, hopping off the table he was sitting on.
âHey! You've known me for five minutes and you're already making assumptions about me?â You balled your fists and took an accusatory step forward. Frenchie raised a brow.
âAnd Iâm safe to assume that youâve already painted this image of me in your head like some sort of druggie asshole?â Damn. He got you with that one. But alasâŠYou were too prideful to let him have the last word. You scoffed.
âMaybe Iâll change my opinions when youâve done something other than do drugs and laugh at me.â You said with a roll of your eyes. You weren't a conflictive personâŠBut the last few days had been long and hard, so you couldn't exactly help it.
âDitto, mon amour.â He said, his face painted with an absolutely infuriating smirk.
âFuck you.â You said, crossing your arms over your chest. âYou know nothing about me.â
âEh bien, va te faire foutre toi aussi.â He said, almost matter-of-factly, mocking your current stance. You didnât speak French, but you could only assume he had said something insulting back. Well, fuck you too. You were about to spit something back, but thankfully, Butcher came walking back down the wooden stairs, an eyebrow raised.
âEverything's alright down here, love?â He asks, the look on his face a mix between suspicion and curiosity.Â
âYeah. Everything is fine.â You said, your tone strained. Butcher then looked over to Frenchie, who simply gave a thumbs up before leaning down to do another line off the phonebook. You huffed and rolled your eyes. You were too exhausted to say anything else.
The nerve of this man.
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I think it's safe to say this mini series is going to be lots of fun! I love Frenchie as a character, and it was really fun to come up with a fun Supe persona for the reader! I hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned for part 2! I'm also working on a taglist form so keep an eye out for that! Adieu!
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Forever Longing Solivan Brugmansia /Reader
Synopsis: A small glimpse into Sol's elementary life, where he abruptly meets the single most important person in his life...You
Warnings: Mentions of violence
Words: 2553
Notes: Don't know how many more of these I'll write, but I'm hoping to get around three more done if not a few more.
Hope you enjoy this short story <3
Childrenâs happy laughter echoed loudly throughout the playground, as they began to spill out of the school building; marking the beginning of their cherished recess time. Kids ran freely playing around with friends, swinging giddily on the swing sets, and continuously going up and down the slide.
Well, all the kids but oneâŠ
A young, small, and quiet Solivan stood far away from the other kids, staring at the ground at his feet, avoiding any eye contact with anybody within the area. He knew he didnât fit in with the others, given his introverted nature, he was considered an outcast amongst his classmates. People tended to overlook him, barely acknowledging his presence even when they were standing right next to him.
He was used to it, thoughâŠ. He had his drawing supplies and stuffed animals, the only things that really made him feel anything close to happiness. The stuffed animals would never judge him, and, theyâd always be around to listen to him when he needed it, an idiosyncratic concept to him growing up in a loveless household.
A soft tap on his shoulder causes him to lift his amber gaze from the ground and into the familiar brown orbs of his teacher, Mrs. Baker. A woman with a skinny frame and curly auburn hair that just slightly exceeded her shoulders. It took everything within him not to scoff at her arrival. She was keen on pushing him towards being more sociable with the other kids, a goal that would always fail in his favor. So why couldnât she just leave him alone?
 She crouched down to his height and spoke to him in her usual soft and steady voice, âSolivan, Why donât you play with the others today? It seems they're playing a little game of freeze tag, doesnât that sound like fun?âÂ
Solivan spared a short glance toward where the kids were running wildly at each other, while some others stayed frozen in place, showing signs of annoyance at being frozen; he retracted his gaze back to the ground shaking his head, mumbling a small âNoâ
Mrs. Baker smiled understandingly at the timid young boy before her, âI know it might seem scary, but give it a chance, you might like it more than you think.â She attempted one last time to try to convince the boy to open up, even if it was just a little.
The boy remained silent, having lost interest in the conversation completely and hoping that his teacher would simply give up and leave him alone for the rest of the recess period.
Thankfully, it seemed fate was on his side, as he heard his teacher sigh next to him before standing up and walking away to a different part of the playground to supervise a group of rather exuberant children. Leaving him alone at last.
The little raven-haired boy sat on the ground, back pressed against the steel fence that separated the playground from the busy streets that lay not far behind. Settling down, Sol pulled out a small sketchpad from his back pocket; a notebook that was filled page to page in his numerous doodles, which he usually did during class time to pass the time.
Pulling out a pencil, Sol began to doodle, head buried in the notebook; heavily embarked on the mini sketches that required his utmost attention. After a while, he finally cranes his head back to admire his work; his sketch was that of a small horse with a small sketched figure of him seated cheerfully on its back.
He beamed at the drawing, proud of his work. While marveling at the sketch, the notepad is quickly ripped from his grasp. Startled and confused, Sol snaps his head up to look at the culprits. Standing above him, were three kids, obviously much older than he was, possibly four grades above him.
Sol was quick to spring up to his feet to try to get the notebook back, but to no avail, as the blond boy who held the item towered over him. He held the sketchbook high above his head, so even if the little boy tried to jump for it, it would prove pointless in the end
âGive it back!â Sol shouted at the kids as he continued to try to reach for what he considered to be one of his only sources of comfort. All three of the boys laughed at him, âAww, is the little weirdo gonna cry.â a boy with red hair teased, pointing at him.
âYou drew yourself riding a horse? What are you, some kind of girl?â The blond boy jokingly flipped through the pages of the book, briefly observing its contents.
âStop it!â When Sol tried to reach for his sketchbook once again, the blond boy laughed, before tossing the book over to another boy; then that boy proceeded to also flip through the book and laugh before also tossing it to the next boy. Sol found himself playing in this miserable game of monkey in the middle; a game where he could only watch as his book flew through the air above him, out of reach, with no hopes of ever reaching it.
Eventually, Sol got the courage to defend himself from these bullies, and with all the strength he could muster with his tiny form, he tried to shove the bully who had the sketchbook in his possession. But, the shove proved unhelpful, as the bully didnât even move an inch.
Sol could barely catch his breath before he was harshly shoved to the ground. A sharp pain pulsed through his body as his back was met with the hard ground; Sol opened his eyes to notice that his sketchbook had fallen next to his body, the bully had more than likely dropped it in outrage at Solâs sudden rebuke. Sol swiftly snatched the book off the ground and held it close to his chest, shielding it from the bullies.
Sol lay on the ground in a fetal position, with his back facing his bullies, arms still tightly wrapped around his sketchbook. There was a sudden sharp pain on his side as a bully directed a fierce kick toward the young boy; another boy directed a kick, of similar intensity, toward his other side, leaving the little boy only to whimper in pain.
The group of bullies continued to relentlessly kick the defenseless boy, not showing any hint of mercy toward him. Tears ran down Solâs cheeks as he could only endure the endless kicks that the bullies threw at him. He closed his eyes and hoped the boys would soon grow bored with this and walk away, or maybe a teacher would notice this assault and interfere.
It felt like an eternity that the kicking would continue, he almost thought it would never endâŠ
Until a loud voice rang out and suddenly the kick stopped.
âHey! Leave him alone!â Sol heard the unknown voice shout at the group of boys. He peeked from his position to glance at where the shouting came from; upon opening his eyes, he was met with his saviors back facing him as they spread their arms out wide to shield him away from the sight of the bullies.
âGet outta the way Pipsqueak! Or you're gonna be next!â He heard one of the bullies shout at the person before him. Sol noticed the stranger's visible shakiness as they stayed rooted in their spot in front of him; they were just as scared of these bullies as he was, yet they still chose to throw themselves in the middle just to protect him. He felt a surge of admiration for the stranger; this had been the first and only time someone stood up for him⊠his heart couldnât help but skip a beat.
âNo! I-I won't l-let you!â The stranger's words came out shuddered and breathy as if they were holding back tears. Luckily, their voice had been loud enough to possibly draw the attention of others nearby.
The twisted grins on the bullies' faces faded at the realization, and they looked around the area to see if anyone had caught the drift of what was happening.
âShit!â Was the last thing Sol heard from them, followed by the frantic pattering of feet in the grass as the bullies quickly fled the scene. Leaving behind two frightened kids as a result.Â
Sol, who was still lying on the ground, breathed heavily, the fear coursing through his veins still running wild. He flinched when a blurry object suddenly came into his vision. As his vision slowly cleared, he noticed that the object was the outstretched hand of his savior; they looked down at him with a concerned expression, tears still lingering in the corner of their eyes.
Hesitantly, Sol took the hand, which helped pull him to his feet. He stumbled a bit but managed to regain his balance with a bit of effort and help from the person next to him.
âAre you okay?â The stranger asked him, their voice a bit hoarse from all the yelling yet still holding a subtle gentleness to it. Sol looked at them for a second, before shyly shifting his gaze off somewhere else and slightly nodding his head.
They smiled, their gaze landing on the item that Sol continued to hold tightly to his chest. âWhatâs that?â They pointed out the sketchbook, which, unknowingly to them, had caused the whole ruckus that just happened moments ago.
â... Itâs my sketchbook,â Sol murmured under his breath, keeping his gaze away from the person in front of him. He never did well talking to people, never mind kids his age, this person wouldnât be any different.
Their eyes lit up as he spoke, âYou draw?! I wanna see it! Can I see pretty, please?!â
 Sol was taken aback by their sudden interest in his sketchbook, his eyes were blown wide at them; he had never shown anyone his work before, nor had anyone ever asked to see it⊠this person was achieving a lot of firsts for him. He supposed he could show them, considering they had just saved him from a harsh beating.
âUmmâŠÂ Okay.â Sol pulled the sketchbook from where it rested on his chest to hold it out between him and the stranger. He slowly navigated through the pages, properly allowing the person next to him to take in each piece of art. They were a bundle of excitement, commenting excitedly on almost every single little doodle in the book; it brought a small smile to Solâs face, knowing that someone enjoyed his drawings just as much as he did.
âThese are so good! You're so talented! Do you think maybe you can draw me something?â Sol felt his cheeks flush with an odd, unfamiliar warmth. They wanted him to draw something for them. Him? Out of all the people they could have asked? They wanted him to draw for themâŠ
He fidgeted with the pages of the notebook in his hands, keeping his eyes glued to the ground, nervously. âSureââ
âWait! Before I forget, my name is Y/N!â They cheerfully cut him off, âWhatâs yours?â They talked a million words per second, which was a bit overwhelming, but Sol still found himself intrigued by them.
âMy name is SolivanâŠâ He spoke quietly, but loud enough for their newfound acquaintance to hear. âSolivan?â They tested his name out, âWell, Solivan from this day forward you are now my friend!â Sol stared at them dumbfounded. He never had a friend before, but didnât think it would ever be this simple, yet here he was.
He didnât get a chance to respond to their declaration when they continued to speak, âIâm thinking maybe a butterflyâNo wait! A geckoâŠÂ noâŠâ They continued to list through a variety of animals, as Sol would stand and watch them in awe. He didnât know what it was, but he felt some sort of connection to his new friend, it wasnât unwelcome, but it was still strange.
âOh, I got it! How about a dove? Mom says those are her favorite!âÂ
Sol raises an eyebrow at them.âLike the bird? Are you sure?â
âYeah!â They cheer.
Sol only nods his head in response, but a smile remains on his face at their jubilation. He sees the opportunity to speak after your moment of triumph and takes it, âI-um⊠thank you⊠for helping me. Not many wouldâve done the same.â
They shake their head at him with a smile,â Donât mention it. You needed helpâŠso I helped!â, the sincerity in their tone set Sol at ease. He wondered if had truly been missing out. If other kids acted just like Y/N, then maybe talking to others wouldnât be so bad.
A mature voice suddenly rang out through the playground, catching everyone's attention, âKids, recess is over! Start lining up with your class!â
âAww man!â The child next to Sol groans, âJust when we were having fun, too!â. If their definition of fun was getting nearly trampled by a couple of older students, then Sol supposes he had the time of his lifeâŠÂ Not really, though, but meeting Y/N was a nice surprise.
Children from all around the playground started to depart, moving to their designated class lines. Y/N started to make their way toward their line before they stopped to turn around to look at Sol one more time. âIâll see you tomorrow, Solivan! Canât wait to see the drawing!â And with that, the energetic second-grader gave him one last wave before running over to their class.
Sol gave them a little wave in return, watching as their figure got further and further away. It wasnât long before he himself started making his way toward his own class, to continue the rest of his day. Of course, his attention wasnât drawn toward that of his classwork, but rather that of the little dove drawing he spent the rest of the day drawing for that special someone he met.
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Sol paid no mind as his art teacher rambled on and on about the importance of elements in art; his focus mainly on the small, worn-out sketch pad that lay open on his desk. He lazily drew his fingers along the delicate pencil marks of his old drawing from way back then.
Out of the drawings he had created during his entire childhood, that little dove that he drew for you in the second grade always held a special place in his heart. He remembers how bright your face lit up when he showed it to you the very next day; you insisted that he kept it in his sketchbook, under the circumstance that you get to view it anytime you wantâwhich you would do on the daily.
He shifted his gaze from the paper to where you sat near the front of the classroom, trying your best not to fall asleep during the lecture. His heart ached for you to look at him the way you did when you were kids, now it was like he was a total stranger to you; another student who simply attended the same art class as you.
But with time, youâd eventually grow aware of his existence, youâd have too.
After all, you were his soulmate, just as he was yours.
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broken trust. [part 2] l Joel Miller
Summary:Â you used to be very close, but he broke your heart, now your paths have crossed again
Warnings:Â angst, swearing, mentions of sex, Ellie appears
 A/N: I was very happy with how you received the first part of this story. I hope you'll stay with me a little longer and see where it leads us. a few people mentioned tagging - @vickie5446 @dreamtofus đ€ This part is rather nothing interesting, but I hope you won't waste too much time.
[PART 1]
It was strange to have you by his side again. Although the entire drive to Jackson was silent, Joel felt as if someone had put a gun barrel to his head. Dusk fell rather quickly, the warm evening air filling the car as you cracked the window open.
The patrol you met didn't cause you any trouble and you got to Jackson when the city was lit up by streetlights.
The car parked in front of a building marked as a medical clinic.
"Go home." Joel muttered as Ellie started walking with you towards the front door.
"I don't want to. I'm going with you." The girl was outraged.
"No need. Go."
Ellie snorted, but adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, muttered a quiet "Bye" in your direction and headed down the main street of Jackson.
He was hoping you would say something, but all he heard was the clinic door opening and he saw you disappear inside.Â
Joel never liked doctors. Every visit reminded him of uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, nervous nurses and doctors who treated everyone with contempt. And that whole strange smell.
The place was neat and clean though, and the doctor, an older man with a slightly nervous disposition, was quite pleasant and didn't take up much of the others' time.
"Y/N!" he smiled happily seeing you in the doorway "I'm very happy to see you. Is everything okay?"
"Hi, Doc. I brought you a patient, but I don't think you'll have much work with him." You replied, smiling at the sight of the friendly face.
"Mr. Miller? What happened to you?" the doctor showed Joel to a chair and helped him take off his jacket. "It doesn't look bad. We'll manage, Mr. Miller."
The doctor carefully disinfected his wound and put in a few stitches. Joel saw out of the corner of his eye how you were walking lazily around the office looking at old anatomy posters and joking with Doc.Â
Thousands of questions were spinning in his head and he didn't know who he should ask them to, because he knew that he had no right to ask them to you after all this time.
"What about you, young lady?" Doc washed his hands under the tap in the corner of the room and looked at you "How did everything heal?"
"Good, I guess. The scar is healing nicely." you replied and rolled your eyes seeing as Doc gestured for you to come over "No need, really."
Joel frowned and looked up at you. Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but he felt a strange pang in his heart. You were hurt.
Although Doc was covering you, he saw you lift your shirt, showing the doctor your side.
"Mhm. It looks really good." the doctor mumbled "But you have to be careful, okay? And...What is this?"
Now Joel could see clearly, your back was clearly bruised and you hissed when Doc touched the spot.
"The ribs are intact, that's good. When did this happen?"
"Today. But it's my fault. I got distracted."
"Mhm." the man nodded "You need to rest, Y/N. I know I can't force you to do anything, but please, get a good night's sleep and eat something."
"Yes, sir." you smiled "Can I go now?"
You left the clinic and only outside, when Joel spoke to you, did you realize that he had followed you.
"Y/N." Your name still sounded the same on his lips "Do you wanna talk?"
You zipped up your jacket to protect yourself from the cold and looked at Joel. He hadn't changed that much since you last saw him. He might have been more tired, but he was still the same man you'd woken up and fallen asleep next to so many times.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about." You replied, shoving your hands into your pockets "It's good to see you. I'm glad you're alive."
"Today's thanks to you."
"Yeah, take this as a favor for old times. Listen, I'd like to take a shower and lie down, I think I'll go now."
The man nodded. You turned around and started walking away, but after a few steps you stopped and looked at him again. He didn't move even a single step.
"Joel? I'm really glad you found Tommy. And that you're both alive."
The next gloomy days passed, but your enthusiasm didnât decrease. Joel saw your notes, you calculated everything you needed to come to an agreement with Howard and his friend. Getting out of QZ was your little obsession. You practically didnât talk about anything else.
And Joel felt worse and worse. He had the impression that a noose was tightening around his neck, which was getting tighter with each passing day.
The first blow came after more than a week. He was in town exchanging food stamps when your fingers tightened on his arm.
"What happened?" he asked, seeing the mixture of different emotions on your face. "Are you okay?"
"Nothing is okay." you mumbled. "We're in deep shit."
Joel looked around uncertainly. The street wasnât a good place for such conversations. He grabbed your hand and led you home. But he already knew - it had begun.
You didn't say a word the whole way, and when you entered the apartment you just threw off your bag and jacket, sat on the couch and hid your face in your hands.
"Baby?"
You let out a groan of a person who is resigned and angry at the same time. You were filled with emotions and thoughts to the very limits, you needed a moment to yourself. However, after a few minutes he heard your voice.
"He sold it. He sold it, Joel." Your hands slid off your face and Joel saw your glassy eyes "That fucking car, is gone."
A snort escaped your lips, a mixture of laughter and mockery. Joel felt himself sinking deeper and deeper inside.
"I met Howard, he said it was over. I wanted to know more, but he told me to leave it..." you continued, staring blankly at your hands "Leave it! How... How am I supposed to leave it?!"
He approached and sat on the coffee table right in front of you, taking your hands in his. Seeing you like this was just sad.
"I should kill him." You muttered angrily. "I should do it."
"You know you can't. They'll catch you and it'll be even worse."
"I don't fucking care, Joel." Your hands slipped out of his. "He took away our chance. We were supposed to get out of hereâŠ"
"I know, I know, babe."
Finally, tears escaped from under your eyelids. It was one of the saddest sights for Joel. You were always so strong, you were on his side and he trusted you like no one else. But in that moment, your faith and hope for a better tomorrow shattered into a thousand pieces.
He allowed you to despair. And it lasted for several days. Joel often saw your red eyes, rarely heard your voice, and was also sure that you barely slept at night.
He wasn't ready for something like this, but he was sure you could handle it. You were tough, you'd get over it and soon everything would be back to normal.
He breathed a sigh of relief when one night he felt your arms wrap around his waist, you snuggled into his back, saying a quiet "I'm sorry."
But Joel knew it wasn't you who should be apologizing.
Tommy finished his coffee and looked at his brother. When he showed up at his house that morning, he seemed really down. At first, Tommy thought he was talking about his failed fling with Ellie. He had heard about it and was really glad that you were the one who found him and the kid.
"So you know Y/N?" he asked.
Joel nodded.
"From Boston?"
Another nod.
"Hmm, you don't seem happy to see her. Am I wrong?"
Joel's long fingers twirled the coffee cup around, he winced slightly.
"That's not it." he finally spoke up. "We have..."
"A story. I get it." Tommy stretched in his chair. "She's been here for a long time. Maybe two winters, I think. She's really helpful. She found and brought Doc here, that helped us. She brought some equipment to the clinic. That helped Maria give birth."
"Yeah, she's good at finding things. And people."
The sound of footsteps upstairs and the babbling of a baby distracted them for a moment. Life went on as usual in this house, and while Joel was always welcome, he knew he had to take care of his own life.
"Talk to her," Tommy finally said, as if reading his brother's mind. "It couldn't have been that bad, could it?"
It was bad.
All your fears came back in the blink of an eye. When you saw Joel after so long, you felt like you were seeing a ghost. You managed to hide all the memories associated with him and the emotions that accompanied them very well somewhere in the back of your head.
Now, however, they scattered around your mind and didn't give you peace. Neither coffee nor a long shower helped. After a sleepless night, you felt like a living corpse, and your back was giving you painful symptoms.
But you couldn't stay in your apartment, you had to do something. So you went outside with the intention of taking what you managed to get during your last trip, to the clinic. Imagine your surprise when you saw a familiar figure next to your car.
"Ellie? What are you doing here?"
"Hi. I came to see you. I didn't know where you lived so I came here." The girl smiled.
"Shouldn't you be at school or something?"
"Day off."
"Yeah, sure." You shook your head smiling. "I don't want to interfere. Joel probably doesn't know where you are, right?"
Ellie shuffled her shoe before answering.
"He's not my father, I can do whatever I want." She replied rebelliously.
You pulled two boxes out of the trunk and put them on the ground. The girl looked at you as if she was expecting what she might hear.
"He may not be your father, but he's the one who cares about you and can keep you safe."
"Did he give it to you too?"
You bit your lip, wondering how to answer. But you knew that only an honest answer would satisfy Ellie.
"Yeah, he did."
"So what happened?"
"These are matters for adults." You replied, but you winked at her.
That assured her that she wasn't entering dangerous territory and you wouldn't be telling her to go back to school or Joel.
"Do you need help?" she pointed to the boxes.
"Come on. At least you'll be doing something useful."
Everything was slowly getting back to normal, and that brought Joel relief. The car and Howard issue was closed, you didn't talk about it and focused on what was around you.
You might have gone out of the QZ walls a little more often, but Joel treated it more as a compensation for you. He even liked it, even though he was constantly looking over his shoulder and keeping an eye on you.
That was all he could give you, a few stolen moments outside the gray world you lived in. And you tried to take as much of it as you could.
You worked at QZ, and in your free time, together with Joel, you would sneak outside. Then you would go back to your shared apartment, make love at night, or just lie on the couch reading some old books. Sometimes you would get carried away by fantasy, like when Joel tried to convince you that he used to be a really good dancer. So you would dance cuddled in the living room while he hummed some melody that only he knew in your ear. It was soothing. His hand gently moving over your back, his voice quiet and calm. This was the life you created for yourselves.
But the end came as suddenly as an avalanche.
"Babe, are you here?"
He threw his jacket on the armchair and looked around the apartment looking for your trace. The place was quiet, but he finally saw you coming out of the bedroom.
"It took me longer today, but I got something extra. Have you eaten anything? I managed to get some fresh bread, I know how much you love it."
You didn't answer. You stood leaning against the door frame and watched him with your arms folded across your chest. A cold shiver ran down his spine.Â
You knew. He could feel it.
"What did I do to you, Joel?"
Your voice was almost dead, calm and so resigned.
"Sweetie..." he began uncertainly, but he didn't know what to say.
"What did I do to you, Joel?" you repeated the question just as calmly as before. "What did I do to deserve all this?"
He walked up to you and took your face in his large, warm hands. He wanted you to snuggle into them, like always, but your body was completely unmoved.
"I met Howard's friend today. We started talking. I asked if there was a chance for a battery or a reasonably functional car." The words flowed from your lips. "He laughed. He asked... He asked me why I bothered him when my boyfriend would show up soon and give him much more to sell it to someone else. Joel..."
You said his name as if you were begging him to tell you that it wasn't true, that this was all some stupid joke. But he couldn't, you could see it in his eyes.
"How dare you, Joel? How dare you?"
Why did you have to be so calm? That was the worst part of it all. You seemed as cold and unapproachable to him as ever.
"I did it for your own good." He finally replied. "For your safety. Listen, there's nothing there. You're safe here. And you're alive."
"Who gave you the right to decide for me?" you pulled away from him in disgust.
"I care about you!"
"You care about me?!" you scoffed "First you told me beautiful stories about how we'd get out of here, and then you took it all away from me! You watched me cry, you watched how devastated I was... Fuck, you must have really enjoyed it!"
"Don't say that! You know perfectly well that I... You know that you're important to me."
You never named what was between you two. It was good, so there was no need. Besides, you knew perfectly well that Joel wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve.Â
His feelings were described by words like "Be careful", "Don't go there alone", "I'll go first" or "I've got your back". Or in the way he touched or looked at you. But now you were looking at a man you weren't sure you knew.
"Listen. Baby..."
"Don't call me that. That's bullshit!"
Your eyes filled with tears. A chasm appeared between you that couldn't be bridged.
"I wanted this for us." You whispered with difficulty. "I wanted us to leave this place behind. I know it's dangerous there, I know it would be hard, but we would be there together. I wanted you to find Tommy. I would go with you to the end of the world if you only asked..."
"I'm so sorry. You don't even know how much I regretted it. But I couldn't let anything happen to you, you know that."
You nodded and wiped your tear-soaked cheek with your hand.
"Yeah, I know."
Joel approached you and his hand brushed your cheek. He wanted to take you in his arms so much, to feel your warmth. He knew he would never be able to atone for what he had done. But the most important thing was for you to be safe and sound, with him.
For a brief moment he thought that everything would still work out. Joel didn't know how wrong he was.
You were already one foot out the door.
[PART 3]
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Thank you for your time.
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jj had spent a fair amount of time doing odd jobs all over different states but when his stay in an isolated,closed off community extends longer than expected, he canât help but notice you; preachers daughter
when the storm outside brewed further, jj knew that he wouldnât be able to travel for a while until everything was cleared up. the rough clash of the branches against the paley tinted window filled the air reminded him of the ongoing war of weathers outside, his eyes drifted into the endless fields of grass occasionally having a few buildings and houses adorned along the way tinted with a rough grey through the stained windows
he was lucky to have found refuge, the local preacher offering up his home to stay in while the storm calms down and he continues to do his work around town - fixing pipes and leaky sinks to cars and rundown trucks
different, everything here was different - it was as if the place was drowning in an endless silence gradually sucking the life out of the people but they didnât seem to mind, mumbling on something about this is the way god had wanted them to live. it terrified him to start, being stuck somewhere like this; despite all his struggles back home in kildare at least it had life, friends,colour but the pay was quite generous and a couple weeks more couldnât hurt him
âstorms creating a right messâ the older man speaks, he was dressed in a dark cloak covering his body with a large cross necklaces adorning his neck. âsâgonna take a while for all the roads to clear upâ jj replies, he would be lying if didnât say the man in front of him didnât intimidate him - he possessed the same loneliness that swarmed the rest of this town but he had offered up his home, gave him a hot meal; so he couldnât be all that bad
at first he didnât even see you, it wasnât until the soft creak of the floorboard, he saw your small frame hidings behind the wall, watching him. the older man watched jjâs eyes shift, following at what was catching his attention âoh! i forgot to introduce you to our new guest honeyâ he says ushering you over to where they were standing âthis young man will be staying with us for some time while he works. go on say hiâ while he explains there is a slight look in his eye telling her it was okay. jj wasnât going to bite
he didnât miss the slight glint in your eyes as you locked eyes, your palm reaching out to meet his, it was a short handshake but he couldnât forget the way your gentle hands gripped his, the tips of your fingers stroking against his âhiâ it was barely a sound, moreso a squeak
cute. he thought, you looked nice - the kind of nice he thought was only in the movies, the kind of nice that would rather let the spider free than kill it
âwell iâll be offâ your father interrupts the silence, pulling you into a quick hug before patting jj lightly on the shoulder âsome work over at millersâ houseâ he begins to pack his stuff and leave before letting out a âdonât cause any troubleâ mostly aimed at you. mostly
it was silent for the most part, youâd run off to your room while he gathered his equipment and started working at the faulty sink in the kitchen. the long hours of the day seemed to fly by, he carried on as usual occasionally stopping for an odd break here and there and thatâs when he saw you
youâd left your room door slightly open, sitting in between the gap watching him quietly âyâknow you could come sit over hereâ he announces, hoping to have caught your attention âdonât bite, mâpromiseâ the southern ting in his accent escaping between words. the light patter of your steps filled the air, replacing the once ominous silence, youâd decided to sit right opposite him, knees brought under your chin with big eyes staring into him
âare you hungryâ the question comes very direct and forward, eyes never leaving his silently watching his every move. you knew your answer as the blonde lets out a cheeky grin, standing up to head towards the kitchen
what you were supposed to do was fix him a nice dinner and be in your way back to your room; what you were supposed to do was ask simple questions about his life and let him get on with his work - what you werenât supposed to do was be sat on your kitchen counter with him working his way between your legs!
you didnât even know how it happened, he was just so funny and he kept making you laugh and every time he spoke you found your eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips and the to his hands and the to the slight bulge of his cock in his pants. you hadnât meant to fall into the temptation, if anyone found out oh god! youâd be in so much trouble, youâd be the talk of town
but something in you couldnât find it in you to stop as his lips travelled down your body, loosely lifting your dress up to kiss between your thighs, kissing on top of your clothed pussy
âjay-jayjâ the breathy moan that leaves your mouth is muffled by the patter of the rain against the window ân-not here, somewhere elseâ roughly grabbing the tops of his messy hair bringing him up from underneath your dress. you didnât even have the self control to resist him - youâd been waiting for far too long for someone with life to come to this shitty little town and here he was in a 6ft blonde package.
heâd grabbed your hand locking your fingers together before dragging you over to the guest room heâd been sleeping in, gently nudging you to lay down on the bed. it was heaven, the way your lips collided against each other while his knees pealed your legs open. you could feel his hand sneaking down, slipping under the waistband of your panties, fingers rubbing slowly against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you
you felt shame as you looked at the walls decorated with framed pictures of mother mary, the rosary laying on the desk. how have come to do the one thing youâve been told not to do? but it was so hard, trapped in this town where everyone had something to say about everyone, you couldnât help but wonder - if there was something more outside the fields of grass, something like him
the same him whose tongue was down your throat âyou sure about this sweatpeaâ he breathes out, mouth disconnecting from yours - panting slowly âcause you know once this happensâŠ. thereâs no going backâ you couldnât help but whimper at his words, giving him a small nod
âwords baby.. wordsâ he says before diving into the crook of your neck planting soft kisses along the bottom of your ear âmm yes jay yes yes yesâ you were so so desperate to feel the spark, the colour, the life youâve always wanted and if you passed on it now - it would never happen
the whine in your voice was all it took for him to pull at the straps of the top of your dress dragging it off you, letting your tits spill out leaving you in nothing but your panties
âjesuuus christâ as soon as he says that he doesnât miss the subtle pout on your face at the name. right he would not approve âmâsorry babeâ the apology is followed by the plaster of kisses down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your aching core âjust got me acting crazy with all this. fuck . in front of me
you were soaked through and through thighs all sticky from your juices, âshe really wants thisâŠhuhâ it was cruel really how long he was taking, you were so tempted to just shove his face down there already âdonât worry papa sâgonna fix all of thisâ heâd already began to pull of your panties, mouth latching immediately on to your clit
âso fuckinâ goodâ he mumbles, words only making you more desperate âah ah sâgood jayâ you moan out, hands roughly grabbing at the messy mop on top his head âso goodâ your pleasure only seemed to increase as his ringed fingers make their way into your needy little hole
the loud squelch that filled the air as his fingers piston roughly in and out of your soaking cunt, you were sure your juices were spread all over his mouth but that didnât seem to stop him one bit, he was like a man starved the way his tongue flattened against your sensitive core, it had you morning like a kitten in heat
âoh god oh god oh godâ as much as you hated using the lords name in vain, you couldnât help as he fastened his face adding another finger inside your poor little hole. the blonde smirks mumbling ânot god babyâŠ..just meâ your legs started to clamp lightly around his head, grinding your core against his face. youâd never be able to forget the way he made you writhe and tremble in his hold just from his mouth
youâd heard about it before, in old books that were thrown away for being âsent by the devilâ the feeling in your stomach - it was like a rough knot was tied in your stomach slowly building up âjay jay jayâ you squeal as he moves his fingers impossibly faster âplease jay ngh- need it uh- so bad jayâ it was almost pathetic how needy you were for him but it only seemed to egg him on further
he was in his own form of bliss, jeans roughly grinding against the mattress beneath him, you were so perfect - he felt his cock throb harder than it ever has the moment he looked at you writhing against him âyeah thatâs itâ he breathily lets out âgânna cum fâme babyâ pillowy lips latching onto your fit sucking as harsh as possible while his fingers hit spots youâd never even dreamed of
âyes uh- yes ngh-yesâ you were blessed to have your home at such a distance form town, it wouldnât take much guessing to make out what was happening through the walls. the soft squeak was followed with a wave of sensations, a confusing pleasure taking out your body, causing almost pornographic moans to fill the room
overridden by pleasure your legs couldnât stop shaking and much to jjâs surprise hot spurts of his own cum coated the front of his jeans as he came undone. the harsh pants were the only noise for some time before the troublesome blond came up lying next you
âdid sâgood babeâ placing a firm kiss on your forehead pulling you into his arm, drawing soothing circles on your back as your realise the reality of what youâve done. you were overridden with guilt but not because of what youâve done but the lack of regret you have
you feel a weight go off the bed as jj gets up, arms reaching out to pick you up and bring you over to the bathroom. gentle, it was all so soft - it made you think about when heâd be gone, how youâd miss this, youâd be still stuck in this town with the same people, get married to someone you barely know and definitely donât love. it made you press yourself as close as possible to him, soaking in his presence
and later that evening when you lay in his lap,his back pressed against the old couch as his hand strokes through the roots of your hair âmâgonna miss you so muchâ your hands travelled to wrap tightly around his arm like heâd be gone this second if you let go âdonâ know what you saying sweetcheeksâ he laughs, bringing a sweet kiss to the tops of your head âlike you knowâ you breathe out, clearly melancholic about the situation âwhen you gotta goâ eyes turning up to look at him
you didnât expect him to say much, it was the truth and the both of you knew it - no one could change that. the palm of his hand grazes gently against your cheeks as he begins to speak, eyes locking with your intently âion know a clue how mâgonna do it but your coming with meâ his mouth leans down to place a deep kiss against your lips pulling you up against him
âreallyâ the excitement in your voice was obvious, you typically would have thought he was bluffing but the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes proved otherwise. he was serious. âreally. gonna get you out of hereâ it was as if he was also telling himself â find you somewhere nice. somewhere where you belongâŠkayâ sweetsâ the words eased your restless mind. maybe he was right
and in that moment jj knew that no matter what, he was taking you with him. he had no clue how he was gonna do this but he knew it was happening and heâd rather stay here and die than leave you
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Up In Smoke
A/N: Basically he smokes weed and has a really good orgasm. That's the whole fic. Very self-indulgent, but whatever. Hope you all enjoy!
Rating: light E Word count: 3.5k Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav Warnings: 18+, dubcon for being under the influence, drug use, alcohol mention, breeding kink, praise kink, male masturbation, mutual pining, trauma mention, intimacy issues
Summary: The gang finally reaches Baldur's Gate. Astarion isn't handling it so well, knowing he's so close to Cazador again. Tav makes an innocent suggestion that he go down to the shops and find something that can help relieve some of his pent up anxiety.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leans over to further inspect the small clear jar within his hands. Inside, a dried cluster of pungent flowers resides. Their faint smell lingers about the small tavern suite. He shakes the jar slightly, following how each bud bounces between the glass.
They've finally made it to Baldur's Gate, and gods what a relief. Not to say he didn't enjoy getting his hands messy, but there was never quite enough he could do to dig out the dirt caked within his nails. He dreamed of soaking in a hot bath for weeks.
Yet, being back in Baldur's Gate also means something more sinister.
It means heâs closer to confronting him.
His old master.
Cazador.
He panics the night before, screaming whenever he'd slip into trance. Horrid memories play behind his eyes. He feels paralyzed within them â the feeling of a hand closing around his neck, a dagger slicing into his back, shackles around his arms and legs, unable to move within the confines of the coffin he lay in for a year.
Tav wakes him eventually, holding him close within their warm embrace. She lulls him back to sleep until he slips into a more peaceful trance. When they awake the next morning, Tav proposes he go down to the shops and look for a sleep aid, or something that could potentially help quell the overwhelming sense of anticipation building within him.
âI only wish for you to be at peace,â she suggests. âYou deserve it. Especially now.â
So, he does exactly that.
Perusing the various carts and shops, Astarion inevitably finds an apothecary. He's been to this one before; many, many years ago. He doesn't quite remember the shopkeeper, but feels as if it's the same woman, just now older.Â
She's nice enough, giving a warm greeting as he enters the store. The smell of patchouli incense fills his nostrils and almost instantaneously Astarion feels some of the tension melt off his shoulders.Â
He explains, in very vague terms, what it is he's experiencing to the shopkeeper. She holds out a glass jar filled with herbs. When he raises a questioning eyebrow, she clarifies, âThis is known to help calm even the most fussy of ogres.â She smiles, nudging the jar closer to him. âGo on, take it. You won't regret it.â
With a quick nod of his head, Astarion pays for the herbs and dips out of the shop, stashing the small jar within a pocket of his armor. He reconvenes with Tav and the others; they're to address some sort of problem with a wizard prodigy at Sorcerous Sundries. He sighs audibly as Gale rambles on about the various tomes and wealths of knowledge the store holds. Gale rarely ever lets up when this sort of mood takes him. He briefly wishes he had a scroll of Silence to cast over the wizard.
With the pompous brat slain, the crew returns to the Elfsong Tavern to share a hot meal. Astarion nurses a glass of wine while the others share various plates of grilled meats, vegetables, and fish. Laeâzel offers him the drippings of her steak; he politely declines, though the smell causes his stomach to rumble. He simply chases the sensation away with more wine.
They return to their shared suite within the tavern. The party makes a joint decision that Astarion and Tav share the private room. They aren't the only two having relations, but they are the more⊠rambunctious couple. Both retire to the bedroom, Tav drawing a bath for herself while Astarion rests on the edge of the bed, as he is now, studying the small glass jar.Â
He dares a quick whiff of the herbs, bringing the jar to his face. His face screws up tight, wincing at the offensive odor. âSmells like a godsdamned skunk,â he scoffs. He stares into the jar again.
Foolâs Tongue.Â
Heâs partaken before at the behest of a client. It was an important brokerage between Cazador and some far-off noble. There wasnât much choice in the matter for Astarion. But yet, this encounter was a touch better than the others. To this day, Astarion is unsure if it was due to the drug or the man himself. He recalls the comforting embrace of the nobleman with slight fondness. At least the man tried. Not many others did.
Astarion reaches into the small satchel on his hip and pulls out a wooden pipe. He lifted it from Halsin earlier in the evening at dinner. The wood elf becomes soft once drink is involved, making him all the more easy to target. Heâll return it by morning, Astarion promises himself. He may even leave the druid a small token of appreciation for letting him borrow it, should this all work out.
Placing the pipe down onto the comforter, Astarion begins to unlatch his cloak. He lays the jar of herbs down next to the pipe and stands, letting his cape fall to the floor. He works on his armor next, until heâs down to his underthings. Bending down, he begins rummaging through his pack on the floor for his camp clothing. He slips them on, leaving his shirt untucked, and sits back down on the bed.
Astarion picks up the pipe and lays it between pressed-together thighs. It acts as a makeshift support, allowing him to open the glass jar of herbs and retrieve a single nugget. Closing the jar, he places it back down onto the bed, and begins breaking the herbs into smaller pieces to fill Halsin's pipe.
Raising the pipe to his lips, Astarion summons a small flame to the tip of his finger. He stares down the length of the pipe, mustering the resolve to continue. He hears Tavâs voice in his head, as well as that of the old shopkeeper. With a sigh, he brings his finger to the herb, pulling gently on the pipe until it begins to burn.
Smoke fills his lungs a bit too quickly, and he rips the pipe from his mouth. He coughs loudly and a bit dramatically, before finally taking a gasping breath in.
âAstarion!â Tav calls from the washroom. He can hear the sound of water sloshing around in a tub. âAre you okay?â
âI'm fine, darling!â he calls back. âNot to worry,â he adds in a mumble under his breath, mostly to himself. He surveys the contents of the pipe, bringing the mouthpiece to his lips once more. Again he summons a small flame to the herb, inhaling more shallowly this time as to not scorch the back of his throat.
He holds in the hit, leaning back onto the bed. Outstretching his arms he lets the pipe rest gently on the bed as he blows out the smoke. He coughs softly â better than the first time.
A few moments pass without so much as a sound. Astarion begins to wonder if perhaps the herbs are stale. It isn't until he rolls over that he notices the first sign.
The bed is soft. Inviting. Astarion is acutely aware of how the pillow top envelopes his form. He lays flat on his back again, sighing. His eyes slip closed. An unusual warmth rushes over him, tickling his skin. It feels like he's laying in the sun and suddenly he's transported back to the forest. To the morning after.
He remembers waking up to the morning sunlight bathing his skin. He wakes up slowly, slipping back into his leathers. Tav still sleeps; he moves as swiftly as possible to not wake her. She was beautiful, even then. Naive, yes. He didn't have the best of intentions. But, she was beautiful. And infuriatingly pragmatic.
Another sensation begins to light. Astarion doesn't recognize the feeling right away. He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, a surge of heat rushing to his face. He swears his chest thumps with the beating of his undead heart. He stares into the lines of the ceiling, tracing the patterns of wood lining the wall. His eyes fall upon a knot; they slip closed again.
Tav straddles his lap while he lays out on the ground. Astarionâs hands hold her thighs, guiding her hips as she rocks back and forth over him. He travels up the expanse of her abdomen, passing over her navel and up to her swaying breasts. Her hair cascades down her shoulders in loose curls, his gaze continuing upward toward her face. Redded by the blush running across the bridge of her nose, her mouth hangs open in a silent gasp. She meets his gaze through heavy lids.
Astarion feels the flitter of a dormant ember ignite within his lower belly. His back arches off the bed as a gasp slips past his lips. This canât be what he thinks it is⊠could it? No, certainly not. Heâs surely lost the ability to feel this way without necessity. Without a performance. Without it being a bargaining chip of some kind.
A pulling behind his navel has his hips twitching in response and he feels warmth begin to pool between his legs. Gods, is heâŠ
Aroused?
Is this truly unprovoked arousal that he feels? Astarion sees visions of Tav glistening after a bath; droplets of water sliding down tanned, freckled skin. He moans aloud and again his hips buck. His cock is beginning to stir, each rub against the confines of his leathers having him sliding his hands closer and closer to their waistband. He turns his head toward the direction of the washroom.
Astarion groans as his hand runs over the bulge in his pants and it dawns on him momentarily that it is, indeed his cock hardening at the thought of Tav naked. Her skin flushed from the warm water of the bath, hair wet, nipples pert, hips, thighs, cunt-
He's pulling his pants down quicker than he can manage, letting them pool around his ankles on the floor. He hisses as his fingertips brush the swollen length of his arousal, and he dares a quick glance between his legs. His cock has a reddish hue, similar to after he sups of Tav. It pulsates against his lower abdomen and he cautiously wraps a hand around his shaft.
It's not often he performs acts of pleasure upon himself. Usually his mind cages him off â scolds and berates him until he's too ashamed to continue. But with the influence of the Foolâs Tongue swimming within his consciousness, the voice is silent. The only thing Astarion feels is pleasure. Lust. Want. And openly; he openly wants to pleasure himself. And by the Gods, does it feel good.
He pulls up his shirt with the opposite hand to expose more of his abdomen and takes a few experimental jerks of his length. They're soft and slow; unhurried movements as he bathes in the pleasure rushing over his body. His eyes slip closed as he gives himself over to the sensation, hips bucking up each time his thumb passes his frenulum. Behind his closed lids he sees Tav again, kneeling between his legs, ready to take him within her inviting mouth. He moans wantonly as he focuses for a moment on his tip, trying to replicate the feeling of her suckling the head of him.
The door to the washroom opens, jolting Astarion from his thoughts. He makes no effort to cover himself, but instead waits patiently on the bed for Tav to discover the scene awaiting her. She exits the bathroom, running a towel through her hair, seemingly unaware of what has been occurring during her absence.
âI was thinking maybe we could mingle a bit with the others before calling it a night,â Tav suggests. She stands before the room's mirror, running a hand through her dampened locks. âHow does that sound, Astar-â The rest of her sentence dies back in her throat as she observes him laying on the bed. âOh,â is all she manages; a soft, strangled sound rising up from her chest.
He pants as he looks her over; she's wearing a simple, short beige dress. No brassiere, so her breasts fill the top of the dress naturally. It cinches at the waist with two drawstrings, while the rest flares out. The hem of the dress comes to right above her mid thighs, and Astarion swallows the sudden uptake in saliva pooling within his mouth. His cock twitches in his palm. âY-you suggested I go to the shops,â he tries to explain. âFind something to help ease my trepidation.â
âI guess it was a success.â Tav replies, stepping closer. âI don't think I've ever seen you like this.â
Astarion catches a true blush rising to her cheeks as she studies him. As she stands before him, the scent of her arousal dances below his nose, and he groans. âIt was, very,â he answers. âThat d-dress is⊠nice,â he adds.
Tav smiles, stepping before him. âIs it?â she asks in a sultry tone. She grabs the hem of the dress and begins slowly pulling it up her thighs. âWhat about it do you like?â
Visions of her riding his lap flood his mind's eye. Astarion tosses his head back as he envisions taking her from behind, against the wall, on the floor â animalistic mating rituals between them both; rough, hard, fast. He can't help but suck in a sharp breath as he opens his eyes again to meet Tavâs gaze. He tries to answer her but no sound comes out.
With a smirk, she climbs onto the bed over him, hovering just above his cock. âWhat about the dress do you like, Astarion?â Tav reiterates. She's sure to leave her hips as far away from his hand as possible; she's aware of his intimacy issues, how delicate this situation is. She leans over him to place chaste kisses over his forehead. She smiles against his skin as he resumes tugging at himself with soft jerks of his hand.
âThe convenience,â Astarion replies in a whisper. His desire is mounting, threatening to burn out of control unless release finds him soon. Tav laughs, and briefly drops her hips over the hand pumping his cock. They both moan as his knuckles brush between her slick, sending Astarion's mind reeling. âYou're⊠you're n-not wearing-â
Tav nips gently at the pale elfâs ears, reveling in the instinctive bucking of his hips into her core. âNo, I'm not,â she teases. She feels Astarion shudder beneath her and she licks the shell of his ear, moving quickly down to kiss the underside of his jaw. Tav brushes her center over his fingers again, this time deliberately passing over the tip of him.
He swallows thickly as a gasp escapes his parted lips. As hot as the thought of Tav riding his cock makes him, the shackles of his subconscious are threatening to yank his chain. âI can't, not all the way,â he pleads. Ghastly hands are threatening to enclose around the column of his throat. âJust this, please.â
Tav pulls away from him momentarily, her brow knit in concern. She studies his eyes â ruby red gems hooded over in lust. She nods, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. âJust this, then,â she says reassuringly.
Astarion sighs in relief and continues stroking himself in earnest, knuckles brushing now and again against her sex. He groans as her arousal mingles with his, slickening the palm of his hand to create a luscious glide. âGods, how I wish I could,â he groans out.
âCould what?â Tav teases. Her breasts are pushing against his chest as it heaves with labored breath. She returns attention back to his ears, licking along its shell to nip gently at the tip.
Astarion's eyes roll to the back of his head as his body convulses in pleasure. âT-take you,â he admits through a shuddered breath. He twists his hand over the head of his cock in a specific rhythm, pulling a guttural groan from the back of his throat. âI think about it often.â
âDo you?â Tav raises a hand to cup the back of his head. She leans over, bringing her mouth close to his ear. âSo do I,â she whispers. âIt's not fair, you know. Having experienced you prior. Only to be cut off and denied any more.â
âYou're one to talk,â he replies. He stares up at Tav, his mouth hanging agape. âD-do you think it's any easier for me? To want so carnally, only to have to deny myself?â He slides a hand up her thigh to hold her waist, guiding her down onto his core. They both sigh at the sensation as he takes the same hand and now threads it through her hair, pushing their foreheads together. âTo see how the others look at you, knowing I cannot yet claim you for myself. It's⊠maddening,â he breathes against her lips.
Tav sighs. âYet, here I am⊠in your lap. And not theirs.â She captures his lips in a chaste kiss, though Astarion surges forward. She slackens her jaw to allow him better access; like a man starved he explores the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue intertwining with hers.
He breaks the kiss with a pull of her bottom lip. âI promise that one day I will,â he speaks against her lips. Astarion pumps himself faster, feeling the coil behind his navel wind tighter. âAnd when I do, youâre not to leave my bed for days.â
Tav pulls her head back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. âDays?â she reiterates, feigning innocence. âDo you wish to mate me, Astarion?âÂ
His back suddenly arches off the bed, a gasp slipping past his lips. His knuckles brush against her sex again. âYes,â he hisses through clenched teeth. âFully, properly, lavishly.â He's babbling now. Logic escaping him, replaced by a tempting carpet of depraved carnal lust that threatens to unravel at the seams.
Tav kisses him gently again. âShould I tell you a little secret?â she asks. She doesn't wait for a response before continuing. Sliding her face again to Astarionâs ear, she says quietly, âWhat if I were to tell you that you already have me?â
He blinks up at her in bewilderment. âH-how would that be?â he stammers. âI've barely done anything. I can hardly touch you without-â
âBecause it's you,â Tav explains. âIt's you I think of when I'm alone.â She shakes her head. âNo one else.â
Astarion rushes forward again, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. â...The Gods truly made you just to ruin me,â he says, pulling away with a huff. He closes his eyes as he twists his wrist over the swollen tip of his length again, a soft sigh falling from his lips.
âAre you close?â She speaks softly to him, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his cheek. âWould telling you how good you are to me help?â
The coil winds tighter in his lower belly at her praise. He hums, cock twitching in his palm, pre-fluid now gathering at his tip. âA-almost,â Astarion stammers again. âM-my ears, touch them again, please.â
With a giggle, Tav dips her head into the crook of his neck, kissing along his skin leading up to his ear. She rubs at his other with her opposite hand, lavishing delicate attention to each of their tips. âHave I ever told you how handsome you are when you reach your peak, Astarion?â she pants into his ear. âThe way your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, how your eyes roll to the back of your head.â She watches him throw his head back, his hand picking up speed as he strokes himself. Tav dips her head again to his neck, nipping gently at the exposed column of skin.
âI'm going⊠if you keep, a-ah,â Astarion insists, breathing ragged. His chest is heaving, the influence of the Foolâs Tongue and overwhelming lust threatening to consume him. He's on the edge, right at the precipice, almost there, just a touch more-
Tav drops her hips over him again and he seizes, hips bucking wilding up to meet her. She latches onto his neck and sucks, hard enough that he knows a mark will be present by morning. Suddenly Astarion is falling over the cliff, mouth dropping open in a drawn out groan. His vision blanks, thick ropes of his release paint his lower belly as he jerks himself through the last of his orgasm.
She kisses the tip of his nose as she climbs off, picking her towel up from off the floor. Astarion lay on the bed panting, the room still spinning around him. As he comes to, he opens his eyes to meet Tav, who holds out the towel to him. âDid that feel good?â she asks, curiously.
He nods before replying, âQuite. I've used Foolâs Tongue before, but it was nothing like this.â
âHmm,â she hums as he takes the towel from her. âPerhaps I should join you, next time?â
He huffs a quick laugh as he wipes the release of his belly, giving Tav a genuine smile. âThat would certainly be something.â
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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Thirteen
Okie so I know I said this chapter was fluffy, I lied. It took a turn and I'm sorry but not sorry?
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: Part one of Ateez taking y/n out for a fun day in Seoul! wc: 2.8k AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst warnings: anxiety, fear of heights, panic attacks/almost panic attacks, sexist and misogynistic thoughts (Women/omegas belong in the kitchen, etc.), alphas being assholes, mentions of fighting, violence, insults masterlist
Wooyoung had decided the one place she had to visit was Lotte World Tower, because of course they have to start out at the tallest place imaginable. It didnât take them long to arrive at the tower, and as y/n looked upwards, she felt herself get a little woozy. Yunho, who had been keeping an eye on her the entire ride, stepped up behind her, his hands coming to land on her shoulders as he leaned down close to her.
âAre you sure youâre okay to do this? You can back out and none of us will be mad. I think you know this, but Seonghwa is afraid of heights too, so he and Mingi will be going somewhere else in the area while we spend time up at the top of the tower.â Yunho informed her, keeping his voice at a whisper while the others were occupied talking to each other.
âIâm okay. But if itâs too much, can I leave and come back down to the ground floor?â She asked the alpha behind her.
âOf course. If it gets to be too much for you, come to me and tap me twice and Iâll take you down right away, no questions asked.â He told her, squeezing her shoulders before pulling back and letting go of the smaller omega.
This was when the others, minus the duo that Yunho had mentioned, came back over to the two, asking if they were ready to head in. After quickly nodding, Hongjoong guided the seven inside, bypassing the line and heading straight for the elevator to the observation deck. Wooyoung immediately took his place beside her once they were all situated in the elevator, reaching out to grab her hand as the ride up to the top quickly went by. She was dragged out of the elevator right to the windows to look over the city, holding her breath for a moment as she looked out at Seoul, amazed at how far the city sprawled outwards.
âWhy are you gripping my hand so hard?â Wooyoung asked, whining towards the end.
âIâm sorry, just a bit uncomfortable with so many people here, itâs a lot for me.â She told the older man, not fully lying, but not telling him the actual reason.
âOh, baby omega,â Wooyoung cooed, pulling her in for a hug, âItâs okay. Weâre here, youâll be okay.â He comforted her, which helped slightly, but until she was back on the ground, she wouldnât be back to being fully okay.
San wandered over to the two, smiling at seeing the two omegas hugging. The beta wrapped his arms around them, rocking them back and forth, which made y/nâs nerves become even further on edge. She could see in the corner of her eye that Yeosang and Hongjoong were all milling around one of the windows, seeming to be discussing something with serious faces. Yunho and Jongho were nowhere to be seen, at least not within her eyesight. Before she realized it, Wooyoung and San were pulling her over to the part of the deck that had the glass flooring. She tried to calm her breathing, though it wasnât working as well as she would have hoped. The beta/omega duo were insistent on taking her over to stand on it so they could take pictures of her, and so she could take the âcool looking down at the groundâ photos, or at least thatâs what her brain supplied to her as what they said. Her head was elsewhere, trying to figure out what to do, and what would cause the least amount of a scene.
They stopped pulling her, and she looked down to see that she was on top of the glass flooring, and her instinct was to jump away, but Wooyoung held onto her arm which stopped her.
âWeâre gonna take photos, stop being so impatient to go and see the rest of the building!â He said to her, a smile on his face.
âIâm good, I donât need photos, Wooyoung.â She told the other omega, trying to get her arm free from his grip.
âOf course you need photos! Itâs your first time here!â He told her.
She saw Yunho pop up from the corner of her eye, and start heading towards the trio. She knew she had to stand up for herself, and make her fears known, but she hadnât wanted to disappoint Wooyoung as he was so excited to take her here. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage to tell Wooyoung.
âWooyoung, Iâm afraid of heights and the longer you keep me here on the glass, the more likely I am to have a panic attack or get sick or pass out, or all three. Please let me go.â She told her fellow omega, closing her eyes to avoid looking down as she normally would in this type of situation.
The result was immediate, Wooyoungâs arm dropping away from her own, and a set of arms pulling her from where she stood. She opened her eyes to see Jongho was the one who had pulled her away, before Yunho could get close.
âAre you okay?â The alpha asked her.
âIâm doing better now. I wonât be okay until Iâm down on the ground again. Heights are not my thing, and glass flooring is definitely not my thing.â She told the alpha, taking a deep breath before stepping away to have some space, the youngest alpha allowing her that space, and San stopping Wooyoung from crowding her once again. The looks on their faces displaying how bad they felt for forcing her into a situation that she clearly feared, and that they were so hell-bent on making sure she experienced it, that they didnât think to stop and ask if she wanted to do it at all.
âWhy didn't you say that you didnât like heights? I wouldnât have brought you here, I would have taken you somewhere else? Did you not trust us enough? Iâm sorry, y/n.â Wooyoung asked, apologizing in the end.
âIâm sorry I didnât notice either, y/n. I never meant to cause you anxiety with my actions, and Iâm sorry that I didnât notice your anxiety and reluctance and instead was the cause of more anxiety for you.â San said, as he and Wooyoung bowed in apology to you.
âI didnât want to ruin your good mood, Wooyoung. You looked so excited to take me here, and I figured I could deal with the anxiety until we were back down on ground level again. Iâm not the biggest fan of heights, so these kinds of things are a bit scary to me, and glass floors cause me a lot of anxiety.â Y/n explained to the two.
Darling, you could have said something to us, we would have understood.â San said to her, his voice having just a hint of sadness in it at her words.
âYeah! If you had said you couldnât do this, I would have found somewhere else for us to visit, I would never want to force you to do something youâre not comfortable with just because it was somewhere I wanted to take you. So please, tell us no when we suggest things you donât like?â Wooyoung followed up Sanâs words with a pleading look in his eyes that also spoke to the regret he felt for suggesting they come here.
âI promise I will speak up next time, okay? Today was just such a great day after all of the fighting earlier, I didnât want to bring the mood down again by shooting your suggestion down.â Y/n said.
âI told her that if she needed to get out of here, all she had to do was come and tap me twice and Iâd take her back down. She had an out, Wooyoung, if she felt this was all too much.â Yunho spoke up, reminding them all that he was here.
Wooyoung nodded at Yunho, seemingly feeling a little bit better knowing that one of the others knew about this and had a way to help y/n out of this situation should she have needed it. Jongho only pulled the smallest omega closer to him, feeling touchy and protective in a way that normally he wouldnât, as the others usually were the ones to feel this way. She looked up at him and giggled, only adjusting herself so that she was a bit more comfortable, letting the youngest alpha hold onto her for as long as he felt he needed to.
A couple minutes later, the remaining two wandered over to the five, wondering what was going on. âWhatâs going on here?â Yeosang asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
âWooyoung and San dragged y/n over to the flooring here only to almost make her have a panic attack. Because sheâs afraid of heights, which the glass floor would only make worse.â Jongho said bluntly, knowing it would only result in consequences for the duo.
âOh,â Hongjoong stayed quiet for a moment, âYou two, in my room once weâre back home, yes?â The smile on his face sent chills down everyoneâs spines, as they knew that smile on the pack alphaâs face meant nothing good.
This marked the end of their trip, as Hongjoong quickly ushered everyone back to the elevator to go back down to ground level, not wanting to cause anymore anxiety to his newest member. Seonghwa and Mingi met them outside of the tower, both carrying more than a few bags between the two of them. Both of them noticed Jonghoâs closeness to the sole female member of the group and Seonghwa noted it to ask about later.
âAre we ready to go to the next place?â Mingi asked, looking at them.
âWeâre ready to go. Yunho, itâs your place next, right?â Yeosang answered, looking at his fellow member.
The golden retriever of a man nodded, confirming that his chosen place was next. âI promise itâs not another tower, and technically this is Mingiâs favorite place too, but he picked another one so we had a bit of variety.â He told the youngest omega.
The journey seemed to speed by, even with the traffic on the way to wherever Yunho had decided on taking her. It very quickly came clear once the car came closer to Han River, dropping them off where directed to by the tallest member. Once all nine were out of the car, Yunho took the lead, directing them to an area set out for them, as the security members that had been guarding it for them left at the manâs command.
âYou set this up? How did you get this done so quickly?â y/n asked Yunho, surprised at what he had arranged so quickly.
âI had some help from our security crew plus some other friends of mine, who were nice to set this all up for us,â Yunho explained, âYou should dig in, before it gets cold.âÂ
He directed everyone, but especially y/n, as the platter laid out was a lot of Korean fast food that he thought she might want to try. Some of it she had tried before, while some of it was completely new to her, but she didnât hesitate to try at least a bite of everything. The most foreign thing for her might have been the corn on pizza, as it seems like such an odd thing to have on pizza, but after having a bite, she could see where it fit in with the other ingredients.
She enjoyed the time with the eight men outside of the company and the groupâs own dorm, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and casual, and she let herself relax and enjoy this down time. Y/n knew she wouldnât get much more of it from tomorrow onwards.
âAre you excited to get to do all of the âidol thingsâ we do?â San asked y/n, a smile on his face as he laid down on the grass next to her, having moved over from the main group.
âYes, but also no,â she answered, âIâm excited, but Iâve seen how busy life can get as an idol, so Iâm going to miss all of my freetime.â
San nodded, the beta knowing that she wasnât wrong, Ateez never really stopped working, not for long anyways. They did take breaks when the membersâ heats and ruts occurred, but other than that rest was almost nonexistent.
âYouâre not wrong, but I think youâll find the work to be enjoyable. Plus you still have to get introduced to Atiny, which will be fun. Oh, and theyâve been working on other things too!â The beta enthused, rambling on excitedly about the plans he knew were happening in the near future, as well as where sheâd fit in with everything.
At the sound of footsteps behind them, San looked up as y/n turned around, finding that Yunho was the source.
âYunho-yah, whatâs up?â San asked the dancer.
âIâm here to steal y/nnie away from you for a bit.â Yunho replied, making the beta pout.
âBut I was just getting some time with her,â San whined, making y/n giggle.
âIâm sure Yunho wonât keep me for long,â she told the man, before getting up to stand next to the tall grey-haired man.
âFine,â San said, âbut come back soon.â
Yunho led y/n away, towards a quieter part of the area that also happened to be more secluded as well. It was a bit of a walk, so they filled the time talking about funny stories from their childhood.
â-and then the gym teacher picked him up and dropped him in the trash can. All because he joked about it and then didnât pay attention when Mr. Mercer was talking.â Y/n told Yunho, causing the older man to laugh.
âI donât think I have any stories like that from my school days, but I have many stories about Mingi-yah.â He told y/n, chuckling to himself as heâs reminded of more than a few things Mingi would be embarrassed about if y/n was told about them.
They were engrossed in their own little world, chatting and giggling until y/n ran into a wall, knocking her backwards.
âAh yes, a stupid omega who canât watch where sheâs going.â The wall, which was actually an alpha, sneered.
âIâm sorry, I wasnât watching where I was going.â Y/n apologized to the rude alpha, disregarding the insult to not escalate the situation.
However, Yunho didnât have the same thought. âYou shouldnât have been standing on the sidewalk, and sheâs not stupid,â he said.
âI can stand wherever I want, and keep your fucking omega at home, where she belongs,â the alpha shot back at Yunho.
âYunho, just let it go, itâs fine.â Y/n tried to convince the idol, not wanting to get him in trouble, or have the shithead alpha get any more violent.
âHeâs insulting you, I wonât let that stand,â Yunho replied, before looking back up at the alpha in front of them.
A crowd had started to gather, making y/n feel unsettled, knowing that Yunho could get recognized soon if he hadnât been already. And she didnât yet have any of the otherâs numbers, so she couldnât reach out to them for help.
â...you really canât control your omega well, huh? You really should just take her home and leave her in the kitchen. Or better yet, give her to me, and I can show you how a real alpha controls their omega. You obviously donât like her that much, considering she has no mating bite on her neck.â The alpha continued, and the scent of burnt oranges coming from Yunho only grew stronger.Â
Y/n grabbed Yunhoâs arm, trying to pull the alpha away from the confrontation. She didnât want them to get into trouble, plus she wasnât the person for confrontations with alphas like the one Yunho is about to fight. They never changed their minds, and fighting wouldnât prove anything. Sheâs dealt with enough of them to know that they wanted to get a rise out of omegas and anyone they could, while truly believing that omegas were inferior to them.
Yunho tugged his arm out of her hold, moving in front of her and closer to the other alpha.
âYu, please. Itâs not worth it.â She pleaded with the man, who only shook his head.
âYou should really listen to the dumb bunny, wouldnât want to mess up your pretty face.â
That was the final straw for Yunho, and y/n could only watch in horror as the tall alpha practically launched himself at the other man, his arm pulled back ready to throw a punch.Â
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Unforgettable Rain
Boss Wanda Maximoff x College Student Reader , Wanda x Nat , Slight Nat x Reader
about: wanda asks y/n to come in on her day off, to "file papers". is that it or did she want something more?
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The rain trickled down your window, you had it slightly cracked open. You didnât want the rain to come inside but you still wanted to be able to hear it.
You loved the sound of rain, it was so comforting. It reminded you of your childhood when you would go outside in the rain with your older sister and father. Youâd dance like no one was watching, it was so fun. You missed them so much everyday.
Especially when it rains, it was never quiet when it rained, not only because of the sound of the rain but also because of the laughter and giggles that escaped their lips when youâd dance so freely.
You sat curled up, drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate as you watched the rain. Thatâs when your phone got an alert. You got a message from Wanda, your boss.
Since that first day she would send you on tasks outside of her office, it felt like she was avoiding you. Her face once so warm and welcoming now felt so cold and distant. You were a little hurt by this, but you still had to do your job. Even if the two of you didnât get along.
(5:38 P.M.) W. Maximoff: âHey Y/N, are you able to come into the office? I know it is a bit late so I understand if you cannot.â
(5:39 P.M.) Y/N: âNo, no itâs fine. Iâm not doing anything, I can come in.â
(5:40 P.M.) W Maximoff: âPerfect, thank you darling.â
You threw on a hoodie, and changed into presentable pants before leaving for the office. Your mind still went back to your first day where you made a fool of yourself in front of your new boss. What a great way to meet her, by falling for her on the steps outside her own building.
When you look up, you find yourself at the office. Itâs a quick walk from your apartment as you donât live that far from the office. You noticed that the rain had stopped when you left your house. You however, failed to bring an umbrella with you. It had slipped your mind that the rain could start back up when you left your house.
You knocked on her door, âWanda? Itâs me.â You spoke softly. She opened her door to let you in. She wasnât alone in here, there was a woman sitting on her couch. Not just any woman, the woman from her painting. Her wife. She was wearing a suit, her red hair in curls, it looked so free and loose.
The woman noticed your staring, thatâs when her raspy voice spoke up âHi there, my name is Natasha. My wife told me about you, Y/N Y/L/N right?â You nodded, her voice was so hypnotizing, you bit your lip.
âSo, I hope my wife hasnât made you feel uncomfortable but the reason I called you in on your day off was to ask you if you could file these papers for me?â She asked, handing you a box of papers in it. You nodded, reaching for the box. Her lips opened but no words came out, it looked as if she had more she wanted to say.
You found it a bit strange that your boss had asked you to come in on your day off just to file papers, especially since there were other employees that could do that task for her You shrugged it off and got to filing.
You felt Wanda and Natasha's eyes glancing at each other, as if they were having a silent conversation.
That's when Natasha finally spoke, Wanda's eyes darken. âSo, Y/N.. I know we haven't known you that long but do you happen to be occupied next Friday evening?â Natasha hummed.
This sparked your curiosity as you had no plans that day, or at all. You were an introvert who happened to protect your peace a little too much so now you hardly have a social life.
The two women waited for your response. âNo, nothing that I could think of. Why?â You asked.
âWell, my wife wanted to ask you if you would join us at this dinner party for their company. It's a business party.â Natasha's raspy voice spoke.
Really? They wanted you there? You were just some new intern but this warmed your heart that Wanda wanted you there.
âI-I would love that! But what should I wear? What's the dress code?â You stuttered, your anxiety running through your head.
What if you embarrassed yourself there too? What if your clothes didn't match the vibe? Your thoughts were racing. Natasha and Wanda could sense your anxiety.
Natasha quickly silenced those thoughts. She brought her thumb to stroke your cheek. âWell it's moreso just dressing professional but if it would make you feel comfortable, you can match with us, Detka.â Natasha smiled. Her touch was so warm, it made you feel better.
Detka? You scrunched your nose trying to figure out the meaning behind the foreign word. âDon't worry about that, sweetheart. Natasha and I will be wearing burgundy. You're welcome to match us if you want, darling.â Wanda spoke up, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You nodded and went back to filing the papers like your boss asked. After a while, Wanda checks her watch. âSo late already?â Wanda spoke, shutting her computer.
You looked up as the two women packed up their stuff. âThank you so much for coming in darling.â Wanda sighed, rubbing her temple.
Natasha frowned, sensing her wife's incoming headache. That's when you noticed the rain had started back up. Great.
"Are you okay?â You can see Natasha mouth this to Wanda. Wanda nods in response as they walk with you, out of the building.
âOh gosh, do you see this rain Nat?â Wanda spoke, an ounce of concern in her face. Natasha nodded, âYeah. Say, Y/N how are you getting home?â Natasha asked you.
âOh I'm walking, I don't live too far.â You responded, gathering your things as you handed Wanda the box of newly filed papers.
âIn this rain? Nonsense, let us give you a drop.â Natasha hummed. She didnât want you to get wet or possibly sick in this terrible rain.
âOh, it's okay you don't have to.â You immediately responded. You knew that it was a short walk and nothing new as you have walked in the rain (and danced in it) multiple times.
âDarling, we are giving you a ride. End of story.â Wanda spoke firm but you could tell that she just cared about you. Even behind that wall she ahd built up.
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Professor Vargas: No. Definitely not. I would rather build her a house than have her join a dorm full of guys.
Crowley: But... That would add up to our expenses-
Professor Trein: WHICH we could easily afford, headmage.
Professor Crewel: Yes. I agree.
Sam: Look at us already have taken a liking to our little imp!
Professor Vargas: Ha! Yes! The moment I saw her, I claimed her as my daughter!
Crowley: ...
Crowley: *clears throat* Very well. Uh... While we build a house for her and her son, she could stay in the little tent I lent her-
The professors: GIVE HER A ROOM.
Crowley: ...Okay.
Crowley: I suppose the Pop Music Club would not complain if we used their club room for this purpose.
Professor Crewel: Your house will take a month to complete, so you will need to stay in this classroom for the time being.
F!MC: Thank you, professor. And I apologize for causing so much trouble.
F!MC: If there's anything I can do to pay your kindness back, please do tell me.
Toddler Riddle: Yeah. I will help too.
Professor Crewel: There's no need. I will be assigning a housewarden to help you in setting up this room.
F!MC: Th-Thank you, professor!
Professor Crewel: Don't mention it. Have a nice day, pup. *then takes his leave*
F!MC: ...
F!MC: *lets out a sigh of relief* *then smiles at her son* Isn't this great, Riddle?
Toddler Riddle: *nods* Mama doesn't need to knock on people's doors anymore.
F!MC: *hugs him close* Yes. You're right.
Kalim and Lilia: Me! ME!
The other housewardens: ...
Professor Crewel: I am actually thinking of appointing Rosehearts for this job.
Lilia: Crewel, the room they're using is the Pop Music Club's.
Kalim: Yeah! And I want to be friends with her!
Idia: Well, Kalim could definitely buy some furniture.
Lilia: Yes! And I'll buy her son toys!
Professor Crewel: ...
Professor Crewel: Rosehearts, what do you think?
Riddle: I don't mind.
Azul: Are not you appointing him since the lady's son shares his name?
Professor Crewel: Yes. That's the reason.
Riddle: ...
Riddle: Thank you for accompanying me, Cater and Trey.
Trey: We want to meet the lady too.
Cater: I met her in person, and she is really nice. Though it felt like I was talking to someone older.
Trey: *chuckles* She's a mother. Of course, you would feel that way.
Riddle: Ah. We're here.
Riddle, Trey, and Cater: *noticed that the door was slightly open and decided to peek inside*
F!MC: *cuddling her son while reading him a recipe out of a cookbook*
Toddler Riddle: Mama? Do we have to follow everything in this?
F!MC: Hmm... I think we can change the shape of the eggs and carrots.
Toddler Riddle: I'll make them stars.
F!MC: Oh! That will be great, Riddle! Do you want to cook it yourself? Mama will make you mini-kitchen utensils!
Toddler Riddle: Yes, please.
Riddle, Trey, and Cater: ...
*The three decided to move steps back.*
Cater and Trey: *communicates through eye-contact*
Trey: 'Mini-kitchen utensils.'
Cater: 'Yes. And that's so adorable!'
*meanwhile*
Riddle: *his mother issues are trembling*
Riddle: Professor Crewel, I would certainly appreciate it if you would not assign me chores related to assisting the lady.
Professor Crewel: Why? Is there a problem?
Riddle: ...
Riddle: N-No...
Professor Crewel: I was hoping you would be friends with her because you are the same age and can serve as a role model for her to strive more in the future.
Professor Crewel: In any circumstance, I would delegate responsibility to another person. Do not worry.
Riddle: ...
*Back in Heartslabyul*
Trey: Riddle? What happened to you? Why did you run?
Riddle: I had a pressing task to complete.
Cater: Well, Trey? Have you seen how happy they were when we gave them the mini-kitchen utensils? đ„ș
Cater: Ridz said thank you and called me "Uncle Cater".
Trey: *chuckles* Yeah. You almost squealed because of that.
Cater: By the way, Riddle? MC was looking forward to meeting you.
Riddle: Huh? Why?
Trey: She's interested to know what our Riddle is like. You know, someone her son can look up to?
Riddle: ...
Riddle: Maybe next time, Trey.
Riddle: Definitely...
Trey and Cater: ...
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sorry won't cut it (rewrite) â sam and dean winchester
cw : gn!winchester!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, barely different from the original but slightly adjusted to fix some canon details i got wrong and adjust to my changed perspective of the whole purgatory situation, sam and dean did reader wrong, swearing, arguments, crying, nicknames (kid, kiddo, honey, sweetheart), 4.1K words.
summary : since dean disappeared, sam has been distant. when he calls you and you find out dean's back, you also find out that both of your older brother's have been lying to you.
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when sam answers your call, it comes as a relief. a surprise, but more than anything, a relief. itâs been two and a half months, almost on the dot, since heâs answered a call. usually itâs just one month. he has a single burner phone just for you, but itâs off half the time, and the other half he never answers.
youâve grown used to his distance, to an extent. it still stings when your phone rings till voicemail sometimes, but youâve just been too tired to argue with him, to ask him to comfort you, make him keep hashing through the pain of looking for dean and finding nothing but trouble.Â
you want him to have the normalcy, the girl who loves him and makes him feel alright. you want to have faith that heâll figure out how to factor you into it all eventually, but you still miss him, and youâre still lonely, so you keep calling, never getting angry or upset when he occasionally picks up. you just act like itâs normal, and you can tell he appreciates it, so you keep it up. in return, he asks you over sometimes, tells you each time how much amelia raves about you after you leave, and hugs you tight before you go.
itâs been several months since heâs invited you over, and he doesnât really talk about her anymore. you figure something must have happened, but you never push anything anymore with him.
this call is different. one, because he finally picks up. two, because he tells you to meet up with him, no explanation or normal talk about what you should bring for dinner. three, he asks you to meet at a random address in kansas.
he sighs deep, âjust⊠get here as soon as you can. iâll send you the location.â then he hangs up and it feels like the hunting life all over again.
âą
itâs a seven hour drive, and youâre tired out of your mind, high-strung and worn out from leaving right after your shift at a diner full of sleezes who donât tip enough. even though this whole thing is strange for the new, hunting-free sam, thereâs relief coursing through you at the thought of seeing him, hoping heâll let your tired feet carry you right into his arms. you pull into a driveway of sorts, no obvious entrance to the unremarkable building in front of you, but your years of hunting and meeting up with your brothers at strange places during strange hours after strange calls help you find the door. it's a bunker, one you've never seen before.
you were always a little bit more like sam, disillusioned to the hunter life and the way your father raised you. you werenât a fighter like him, but you slipped away at eighteen to go to college and found somewhere near stanford so youâd be able to visit sam often. he loved that, always so glad that you got out too. but you were barely gone a year before dean came back to collect you and sam to look for your dad. you came easier than sam, less attached to your new place and always finding yourself missing dean.
thatâs what youâd been doing this past year. missing dean, and painfully. so when you knock on the door, calling out, âitâs me, sammy,â you freeze when it opens several beats later.
because the person behind the door isnât sam. but it is your older brother. just the one whoâs been who knows where and presumed dead, for the last year or so. the one youâve endlessly searched for to no avail.
âdean?â your voice is small as his name slips from your mouth.
his eyes go soft, the way they rarely get, and the slight smile on his lips is half pained, half pure relief to see you after so long. âhey, kid.â
you launch yourself into his arms, and he catches you easily, right there in the doorway, and you have to fend off tears that you know wouldnât put up so much of a fight if you werenât so exhausted. but you were raised tough, and winchesters donât cry all that often, at least not where someone else can see. so you swallow hard and tough it out, letting dean pull away from you and lead you inside. he moves through the house with a sort of ease heâd only have if he felt comfortable and safe there. this raises questions, along with the fact that he's here at all.
youâre speechless, but not for a lack of anything to say. endless questions stream through your mind, each one pushing to be asked, even more desperate to be answered.
but the only thing you can figure out how to say is âhiâ to sam when he greets you in the living room. he pulls you into a hug, letting you linger for a moment before you know you have to ask all of the hard questions. something in his face is unreadable to you, which is rare when it comes to your brothers. if you didnât know any better, youâd think it was a hint of guilt. that rings alarms in your mind, but you brush your nerves aside when dean takes a seat on the couch.
you relax a bit when you sink down next to him, curling into his side a little. it makes you feel a bit childish, but you need it after everything this past year. he doesnât hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you a little closer. sam sits down across from the two of you and you heave a sigh, wondering where to start.
opening your mouth and forcing words out is like a crack in a dam. everything comes out slow at first, but that lasts mere seconds before the flood.
âwhere⊠dean, where were you? i mean, i triedâ i tried everything, i looked everywhere,â your voice breaks at that word, the weight of it meaning something only you understand. you look at him, brows taught and youâre confused by the surprise on his face, as if he didnât expect you to say such a thing.
âwhat do you mean, you tried everything?â he asks, voice suddenly gruff and severe. you recoil from his side to get a better look at him. you donât miss the look he shoots sam. this is already departing from what you expected, which is probably exactly what you should have expected, given your brothers. itâs just that, when dean hugged you back and he was solid and real and alive, when he sat on the couch instead of a chair so you could sit next to him, you thought that maybe, just maybe, youâd be able to stay tucked safe into his side as they told you what happened, as they asked you to stay with them.Â
âwhat do you mean?â you shoot back. âwhat, did you think iâd just kick back and call it someone elseâs problem?â
âthatâs what sam did. thatâs what sam said you did.â his voice is accusatory and when you whirl to look at sam, utter bewilderment evident on your face, you can see him physically grimace. which means deanâs telling the truth.
âsam did what?â the question sounds like itâs targeted for dean, but youâre staring the younger down.
âlisten, iâ iâll explain it to you later. what do you mean you did everything, you said you were going to school?â sam looks irked and defeated all at once.
âthat is completely beside the point, sam, you lied to me?â you ask, voice tired and bordering on distressed, âbut youâre not going to explain to me why? why you lied to me or why you apparently didnât look for dean, i mean whatâ whatâs up with that?â deanâs hand on your shoulder prevents you from standing as your voice grows strained.
âlisten, kid, sam and i, weâve already hashed this out, okay? itâs uhâ itâs fine, alright?â with the way he says the word âfineâ, you know that it still bothers dean, so you canât understand why heâd say so. âweâve got things to discuss here,â dean tries to reason with you before sam can respond. heâs no peace maker, but a full blown fight between the two of you could have an ugly ending.
âthings to discuss?â you repeat, in disbelief of the audacity. knowing them, that means they need something from you, which begs the question of why sam asked you over in the first place. you donât even want to think about them having ulterior motives outside ofjust wanting to see you, so you brush it off angrily.Â
âwell, iâm glad to hear that you two have hashed it out, but i havenât yet, so we can discuss whatever that is later.â you shrug off deanâs hand, trying to focus on the things youâre already angry about instead of asking the even bigger question nagging at you now. when the hell did dean get back that those two had time to hash out something that major? you turn your anger back to sam, thinking about what it was like when dean first disappeared. âyou told me you looked. you told me you did all that you could, that you tried everything in your power. now deanâs telling me that you did nothing?â
sam sighs heavily. âyes. okay, listen, iâm sorry i lied to you. but i just wanted you to try and live your life for once. i figured if i told you i did everything i could, that, i donât know, maybe youâd give up and try to move on? go to school, do something you love, have real friends, maybe find someone?â he throws his hands up in the air, a defeated gesture because he knows you donât agree, while he still thinks he did the right thing.
you scoff, because, god, he really has no idea. arms crossed and face the kind of calm that says run to anyone on the other end of your anger, you nod in false understanding. âyeah, what good that did,â you say, your tone so sarcastic and dry that sam just clenches his jaw and deanâs face turns from concerned to full-blown worried. he wonders if he should ask what that means, because whatever it does, itâs certainly not âgood.âÂ
but you pick up again after a moment of thick, dripping silence. âyou know, sam, you have absolutely no idea how this past year really was for me. iâm not saying it was easy for you, because i know it wasnât. though now i know you also skipped the trouble of looking for dean and really, actually lived that hunting-free life you wanted. andââ you pause a moment, purposefully not looking at dean. âand itâs notâ not bad that you got that, sam, all iâm saying is that just about nothing has been all, i donât know, rainbows and butterflies more like you think,â your voice takes a scathing edge, a tone so rare to both of your brothers that neither knows what to say, âand you know what, sam? itâs looking to me like iâd be a lot better off if youâd just decided to tell me the goddamn truth.â
sam says your name, tentative like heâs testing hot waters, âi thought you said things were going well. you said you liked school, that you were making friends there? just explain to me what you mean so we can figure this out.â
âfigure it out,â you repeat under your breath, sticking your tongue against the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something too harsh. âsam, things were going well! they were!â now youâre feeling desperate to make him understand, âbut that night you told me there was nothing else we could do, nothing else to try and that i should just do my best to move on? i couldnât, sam, i couldnât do that. there had to be something more we could do, so i gave up on the things you said you did and i went further. i let you think i was fine, that i was doing what you wanted for me because you always sounded so tired. you always sounded like one more thing on your plate would make the sweet little life you built come crashing down, so i made sure you wouldnât have to worry about me.â
deanâs does his best to make his interruption gentle, though heâs not the best at hiding his frustrations sometimes. he doesnât want to upset you more, but you can hear the tension in his voice when he asks, âkiddo? what do you mean by you âwent further?ââ
suddenly you shrink in on yourself, your lower lip caught between your teeth and your eyes shining with fresh tears. âdeanâ,â your voice breaks before you can even say anything else. his hand is on your back, meant to be comforting, but it only makes you feel worse about it all. you know how much dean would hate the lengths you went to to try and get him back. âi canâtââ you shake your head, ignoring your oldest brother, âi canât right now, but maybe⊠maybe if youâd told me the truth, sam, if iâd just started by reading through all of bobbyâs books like you said you did, things would have worked out differently.â
âwell, maybe if you told me you were going to keep trying, i could have helped you!â sam fires back.
you let out a strangled, frustrated noise as you stand, unable to keep sitting down. âwould you? really? because i really donât think you wouldâve! you were so focused on moving on from losing dean that you distanced yourself from me, too! you barely picked up, never called, only talked about dean in three word sentences to tell me a lie about how you tried and failed to find anything to help! maybe if you paid any attention to me, gave any indication that you wanted to help or see me or be a major part of life like i wanted of you, i would have opened up to you!â it makes you even more angry when your voice turns teary, âand for once, i wanted to try to be the one to take care of you two. i kept my secrets, i never let on how fucking lonely i was, just so you wouldnât worry about me!âÂ
a stunned silence falls over you brothers, samâs guilt beginning to overrun his natural response of anger, and dean making up for that fading anger with his own. your chest heaves with laboured breath as you stare sam down.
deanâs tone is icy as he breaks the silence, âsam, is that really how you treated them while i was gone?â
sam exhales hard, ignoring dean in favor of looking at you, âi was just doing what i thought was the best for both of us. i didnât know, okay, iâm sorry. i really am.â he looks sorry, and sad, like this is the opposite of what he wanted. under your anger, you know itâs true that he never wanted this. you know that sam thinks people are better off distant from him. but it hurts that he let you be one of those people.
âare you kidding me?â you exclaim, voice turning shrill as your composure slips further and further. âpeople got hurt, on my account,â you have to force that part out through gritted teeth, âi got kicked out of school, and i spent three months running from hunters!â both sam and dean want to interrupt at that. but you keep going, your voice quieter now, harsh and trembling, âbut you were doing what you thought was best for both of us? try what was best for you. dean was gone, and i needed you, sammy, i needed you and the second you said you needed to get away, alone, i knew i didnât have you.â
that shuts him up, has him deflating and his guilt taking over, and you can see it and you hate it. you almost wish heâd get angry instead because that means you can keep shouting at him to try and make him understand. but all you get are his clenched jaw, his sad eyes, and his guilty silence that tell you he knows he fucked up but he canât figure out a way to make it better since sorry sure as hell wonât cut it.
itâs dean who cuts into the heavy silence again. âsam.â his name hangs in the air, weighed down with unspoken words. weâll talk about this later, you guess is the message. you can feel how angry dean is without even looking at him. you know all he ever asked of sam if he was gone was to take care of you, and now dean knows he didnât. he tried, the way he thought was right, but he didnât. then his attention is back on you. he says your name, clear and careful. âiâm gonna need you to tell me what you did.â
you wipe at your face angrily as you whirl to face dean. trying to keep the ever present tears at bay, you tap right back into your anger. but it's more tired this time, less convincing with your voice taut from unshed tears begging to be released.
âall that, and thatâs what you take away from this? really, dean? youâre gonna need to know what i did? i donât need you to tell me to know thatâ that it was wrong and i donât need you to make me feel any more shitty than i already do right now, okay?â
itâs his turn to wear a look of guilt on his face, but it only sits there for a flash before he keeps going. âkid, thatâs not what iâm trynaâ do here, alright? i just wanna understand so i can keep us safe, yeah?â he puts his hands out in a peaceful motion, but something else unresolved floats back up into your focus.
âno. dean, no! because thereâs something else here, something both of you have been avoiding this entire time!â thereâs a sudden change in the air, like both of them are holding their breath, silently begging you wonât ask the question. âdean, how long have you been back?â
his hesitancy to answer tells you everything. âkid, listen, thatâs not impââ
âdonât you dare say itâs not important! did you hear anything i just said, dean? anything about how shit my life has been since youâve been gone, how lonely iâve been?â
âyouâre right,â sam relents, forging on before dean can stop him, âheâs been back for three months now. itâs my fault we didnât tell you. itâs all my fault, and believe me, i am so sorry.â you collapse into a chair with your head in your hands as he continues, âi know that does nothing to fix things, but i am sorry, and i swear iâm gonna spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, kiddo. iâm all in now, and i did it all so this wouldnât have to be your life, but youâre here now and we want more than anything to have you around, okay?âÂ
you lift your head up to stare at him. âthree months.â your voice is dangerously quiet. âyou twoâŠâ your tired mind canât think of words strong enough, âdrive me insane, you know that? dean, you justâ you just went along with that and decided, let me guess, that it was best for me? because i was at school, living a normal life and away from the danger of this one? is that it? itâs best for me not to know my brotherâs alive? because, you know, that reminds me of something. hm, maybe the time sam hid from us that he was alive for a year because he didnât have his fucking soul? oh, yeah, it must be that.â you let out a short bark of laughter, but it and your voice are completely devoid of any humor. dean visibly recoils when you mention that. heâs thought of it, and still decided to keep you in the dark. âcome on, dean, you know how that feels and you go and do it to me again? really? you gonna tell me you came back from wherever the hell you were without a soul next? whereâ where even were you?â you ask shrilly.
youâve beat him too. âsweetheart,â he sighs, âiâm sorry. we were wrong to do that to you, okay? iâ i was in purgatory. i can explain the rest later.â
finally, you think you might be out of things to say, to be hurt about. your voice is quiet and fragile now, and the dam holding back your tears is fractured in a million places, more than ready to break. âi missed you so much. both of you,â you whisper. you meant to make a scathing comment about how âsorryâ and âwe were wrongâ donât even begin to cover it, but you find that youâre not in complete control of the things coming out of your mouth. youâre just too goddamn tired. dean is crouching in front of you in an instant.
âi missed you, too, sweetheart. so much. iâm sorry.â he takes it as a good sign that you let him place his hand on your knee. you want to flick it away, maybe shove him away too.
âand i was so, so lonely. i was so scared,â you cry out, wishing you didnât have to cry when you got angry. âand iâm so mad that you two did this to me. three monthsâŠâ
âi know, kiddo, i know. iâm sorry.â gently, slowly, he tugs you towards him and into his arms and you slide onto the floor and cry into his chest, shaking and unable to say a thing. you want to tell him this doesnât make it right, but dean hushes you gently when you try. âshhh, itâs okay. iâm here now,â he comforts. itâs true that this doesnât make it right, but itâs almost all you need in that moment.
âsammy,â you choke out, still so angry with him, but wanting him near anyways, knowing that heâs too scared to come close to you after coming face to face with all of the ways you were hurt. his hand is on your back a moment later, hesitant at first, then strong and soothing moments later when you blindly grab for the fabric of his flannel to keep him close.
âokay. okay, iâm here. iâm sorry. iâve got you, i promise,â he whispers, silently letting a few of his own guilty tears fall.
utterly exhausted, you stay slumped on the floor in dean's arms when your tears dry up. you can barely keep your eyes open and your breathing is soft and slow.Â
âletâs get you to bed,â dean whispers, hoisting you all the way up as he stands. âsamâll grab you a glass of water.â you sigh an imperceptible sigh because you know that dean is still pissed at sam. rightfully so, youâre more than just pissed at both of them, but youâre too tired to care in this moment, and the last thing you want is for them to be angry at each other. thatâs your job for when you wake up hours from now.Â
dean leads you to a foreign room and foreign bed, and you sink down onto the edge of it. sam is back moments later with the promised glass of water and tissues for your face. you cave to your exhaustion, climbing all the way into the bed. you curl up and tug at the covers slightly, eager to fall asleep.
âsee you in the morning,â you mumble, effectively dismissing them with your voice hoarse from crying. you close your eyes before either of them can say a thing, not wanting to look them or your remaining problems and anger in the face.but your words are also a whisper of the beginning of forgiveness.Â
âgoodnight, kiddo,â dean says, his voice full of a familiar affection that he only uses for his little siblings as he presses a kiss to your hairline. he lingers at the doorway before
you drowsily register the sound of sam setting the glass of water on the night stand by your head. âiâm right across the hallway if you need anything.â a moment, then, âgoodnight,â and a gentle hand on the side of your head before a kiss to your temple.
you fall asleep coming up with a list of petty ways youâll have them make things up to you. neither sam nor dean will be pleased to hear that youâre calling shotgun in the impala for the next three months, minimum. sam for obvious reasons, and dean because heâll know that means youâll be taking your job as youngest sibling to annoy the living hell out of him very seriously.
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