#sorry about the colouring but i still have tears in my eyes so... yeah
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By the time theyâve arrived, they are both drenched in sweat. The humid heat clings like an evil, suffocating wet blanket. Suguru is still distracted with the case files, so Satoru manages to slip into the bathroom first for a quick shower. When he emerges, in boxers and a thin t-shirt, Suguruâs heart lodges in his throat. Normally, heâd be mesmerised by the glistening skin and droplets of water trickling from Satoruâs white hair. Now, Suguru can��t tear his eyes away from the scars marring Satoruâs right thigh, the side of his throat. Satoru, of course, catches him staring. âHey--â âSorry.â Suguru looks away. Horrifyingly, his eyes prickle with gathering tears. âSorry. Iâll be right out.â He goes to brush past Satoru and into the bathroom. âNo.â Satoru grabs him by the arm, jerks him back a step. âYou donât get to look at me like Iâm fucking--I donât know. Broken. Then run away! Stop being a coward and just--â âIâm sorry.â Suguru canât make himself meet his gaze. Itâs enough that he can taste Satoruâs too-hot caramel discomfort and burning pineapple hurt. âIâm trying. I know youâre--â He waves his free hand restlessly. âOkay. I know that.â âGreat! So act like it.â âI donât--itâs not as easy as just deciding to do that. For the longest two hours of my life, I thought you were dead, so--â âSo youâre gonna treat me like Iâm weak just because--â âNo!â Suguru faces him, finally, sees the reddened skin around his eyes. He wants to shake Satoru until he sees reason, and he wants to kiss him until he forgets what it means to be hurt. Suguru gives into the urge to touch, curling his fingers in Satoruâs collar, knuckles brushing against scar tissue. âNo. Youâre the strongest person I know.â As if to prove Suguruâs point, Satoru bridges the gap between them for real, wrapping his hand around Suguruâs wrist, skin to skin. âItâs easier to be strong when youâre here to back me up.â Suguru almost gives in. Almost lets himself drown in those blue eyes, almost leans in to see whether Satoruâs aura tastes different right at its source. Suguru wants to cradle Satoru close and explain to him that Suguruâs trauma has nothing to do with who Satoru is as a person, and everything to do with the shit theyâve both gone through. That Suguru would love him weak, but hopes, for Satoruâs sake, to never know what thatâs like. âI am here,â Suguru says instead. âMaybe Iâm the one thatâs weak, you ever thought of that? Since I havenât been able to shake this like you have.â Satoru recoils a little, eyes round and wet. He doesnât let go. âThatâs stupid. Itâs like you said--no oneâs helping us with this shit. Weâre on our own. But thatâs fine, right? Who else would we need?â His hope is always so ephemeral, spun sugar melting into nothing on Suguruâs tongue in seconds. Suguru hates the world so much in this moment, he feels like itâs going to spill out of him and stain anyone who touches him. Itâs a struggle to transfer the ugly feelings to his familiar, Dragon, and keep his aura free of whatever incriminating colours and shapes Satoru would be able to see. âYeah,â Suguru says, meaning it. âWeâll handle it.â
A snippet from a prequel fic in the stsg witchcraft AU. I'm a little unsure about the characterisation here, but the AU is a softer one, without all the violence of canon, so hopefully it makes sense that Satoru and Suguru can't hide their feelings from each other/pretend their feelings away as easily as in the manga.
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Lee Ji Eun & Kim Taehyung âł IU 'Love Wins All' MV
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1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK: rafe cameron x fem!reader
Based off of the song 1 step forward, 3 steps back by Olivia Rodrigo
Synopsis: Itâs always 1 step forward and 3 steps back with Rafe, until youâve finally had enough.
TW: Toxic relationship, emotional & verbal abuse, drug usage, references to sexual relations but no smut, addiction, heavy angst, small amount of fluff, guilt tripping for not having sex (I do NOT condone any of this, you should never be made to feel guilty if you donât want to sleep with someone!), Rafe being an arsehole
Word count: around 3,500
âCalled you on the phone today
Just to ask you how you were
All I did was speak normally
Somehow I still struck a nerve
Youâre laid down on your front, hand mindlessly plucking at your lilac coloured blanket as your other hand holds your phone close to your ear, waiting for your boyfriend to answer your call.
âHello?â Rafeâs deep voice rings through the other end, cutting out the ringing sound that youâd been listening to whilst waiting on an answer.
You smile softly, âHey baby, just thought Iâd ring, not heard off of you in a few hours.â You say, still plucking mindlessly at your blanket as Rafe sniffles down the phone before he answering.
âUh yeah, been busy with Barry sorry, whatâve you been up to?â He asks, and while deep down you know heâs distracted and probably doesnât even care about what youâve been doing as long as youâre not out flirting with other boys orâŚout doing anything at all.
âBarry? I didnât realise you were hanging with him today, is he doing okay?â You ask sweetly, kind nature shining through despite how much you disliked Barry for continuing to get Rafe involved with dealings.
âWhy you sound so mad about me hanging with Barry, huh?â Rafe snaps back and your heart plummets to your stomach as you pause your mindless ministrations on your blanket.
âWha- Iâm not mad, baby, I was just asking-â You start but you donât have the opportunity to finish as Rafe is quick to cut you off.
âWell fucking donât! I donât wanna deal with your bitchy attitude, itâs like you- youâre judging me or something so just cut it out aâight? Get enough of that from my fucking dad, didnât know my girl would be all up in my business to.â He says, voice agitated and slurred making it clear to you heâd been snorting up lines like there was no tomorrow.
You stay still in your place, eyes laced with tears that were on the verge of falling if you didnât swallow the lump in your throat.
âWhat, you gone mute or something?â Rafe snaps and you jolt slightly, clearing your throat as you answer.
âMâ sorry.â You mutter, voice strained and quiet as though heâd zapped every inch of energy and happiness from you in a matter of seconds.
âYeah, yeah whatever.â He scoffs, the sound of beeping ringing through your speaker signifying that heâd ended the call and as you slowly lower your phone from your ear, silent tears stream down your face and instead of picking mindlessly at your blanket you bury your face into it.
You got me fucked up in the head, boy
Never doubted myself so much
Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?
I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff
Parties had become something you dreaded immensely.
Rafe would usually leave you as soon as you arrived, seeking out people to sell his stuff to and snorting so many lines of it that youâd be left to deal with either his raging temper or his raging boner.
Despite that fact, you made sure you looked your prettiest each time. At the start of your relationship, Rafe showered you in compliments each time youâd get all dressed up but now heâd simply complain about how long you took and then heâd go flirt with some other look or touron making you seriously question whether you were even pretty enough anymore.
And at this particular party? You felt the burning pit of insecurity like it was etched onto your skin.
You were sat beside Rafe, two other kook girls across from you who were alongside Kelce and Barry.
Rafe was pouring out some coke from a small baggie, organising it into lines as he glanced toward you briefly.
âYou want some?â He asks, pupils blown as wide as spaceships.
âNo, Iâm okay.â You say immediately, youâd never wanted to indulge in things like cocaine as youâd drawn the line at weed and alcohol.
âOh my god, youâre like no fun are you? Live a little, girl.â One of the kook girls hanging off Kelceâs arms says, making the surrounding people laugh in response as their eyes dart to you.
And the worst part? Rafe laughs along with them.
âAlright then.â You mutter quietly, making the same girl holler in excitement as Rafe smiles, gesturing to the lines of cocaine heâd organised.
âAll yours, baby.â
And as you sniff up the line of coke, you wonder when youâd let Rafe have so much power over the way you perceived yourself.
âCause it's always one step forward and three steps back
I'm the love of your life until I make you mad
The next morning you woke up to a regretful Rafe, the boy showering you with a million apologies for essentially forcing you to do something youâd never been comfortable doing in the past.
Youâd assured him it was okay but he still preached his guilt, continuing to spend the remainder of the day spoiling you with a shopping trip and ending it with a walk on the beach.
The day had you feeling hopeful, Rafe had promised earlier on that heâd atleast stop doing cocaine around you so you wouldnât be forced to.
This was progressâŚwasnât it?
The hope you felt quickly diminished when you caught sight of your old friends, JJ and John B.
And JJ would be damned if he didnât say hello to you, while you never talked much to the Pogues anymore JJâs loyalty was impossible to extinguish. If the Maybank boy cared about you, he wasnât ever going to let those feelings diminish.
âAinât this a sight for sore eyes?â A voice calls from behind you, making yours and Rafeâs heads whip around as you come face to face with JJ who is lightly jogging toward you both. John B trailing slowly behind as he adjusts two surf boards under his arms.
âHow you been, y/n/n?â He asks, head cocking to the side as his messy blonde hair moves softly with it.
You open your mouth to speak but Rafe quickly cuts you off, hand tightening on your own âSheâs good.â
JJâs face immediately drops as he narrows his eyes, âDonât think I was asking you, bro.â He says dryly as Rafe clenches his jaw.
âYou gonna answer then?â Rafe spits out, making you look at him with pleading eyes, knowing by the look on his face that he was going to end this in a fight with you.
He simply gives you a glare and you turn to JJ, eyes not daring to meet his.
âUh yeah, Iâve been good, you?â At your words Rafe lets out a scoff and you bite your lip anxiously, praying to whatever god that whatever has him mad will be resolved quickly.
âYou know me, Iâm always aâight, you should uh come by the Chateau soon so we can catch up with yaâŚweâve missed you.â JJ says, eyes trained intently on you as he ignores Rafeâs looming presence.
âYeah, that sounds real nice.â You say, smiling softly and before you can say anything else Rafe is tugging you away.
âYeah, real good to see you JJ, always a fucking pleasure!â He shouts sarcastically, ignoring how the blonde boy calls out your name when John B finally makes it to his side. You send an apologetic smile over your shoulder as Rafeâs hand detaches from your own.
âThat sounds real nice?â Rafe parrots your words, eyes wild with anger as he scoffs to himself continuing his rapid walk back to the truck.
âWhat else was I supposed to say?â You ask desperately, running slightly to keep up with Rafeâs fast paces as he refuses to slow down for you.
âRafe!â You call out when he doesnât respond, the two of you now all but five meters from his truck.
Thatâs when he spins back to face you, face scrunched in anger as he points at you.
âIâll tell you what your fucking problem is, y-you canât be happy with what Iâm giving you so you put on the sad kicked puppy act when Maybank is around for what? Huh? You fucking him or something?â Rafe shouts in anger, now towering over you as you all but freeze in your place.
âWhat? No Iâm not fucking Jay, Rafe. I havenât seen him in months, ever since you told me to stop hanging round with my friends!â You say, voice trembling as you attempt to hold back tears of frustration not missing the way Rafeâs eyes flash with more anger.
âYou might as well be fucking him, you got nicknames for him and shit?â He states mockingly, letting out a dry laugh when you go to correct your mistake as a force of habit from your childhood, he spins back toward his truck before you can even respond. âGo hang with Maybank for all I care, prove how much of an attention seeking whore you are.â
Your brows furrow as Rafe rounds his truck, clambering into it as you step forward.
âRafe?â You call out, listening to him start his truck and rev the engine. You begin walking toward the truck but Rafe reverses so quickly that sand flicks up leaving you to shield your face when he spins the truck around,leaving you stood there.
It's always one step forward and three steps back
Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand
You receive an abundant of text messages from Rafe later on in the same night as your pacing the small space of your room, nibbling anxiously on your nails.
Rafe đ: am sory baby
Rafe đ: Pogue get me soooooo pissed
Rafe đ: I lobe u so moch â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
You let out a groan of frustration at the words, your mind spinning as though youâd experienced whiplash. You didnât know how to keep up anymore, you didnât understand.
No, I don't understand
You: I love you too đ¤
And maybe in some masochistic way
I kinda find it all exciting
Like, which lover will I get today?
Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?
Your sat reading on the dock at the back of your house, one foot dangling into the water when your phone buzzes.
Rafe đ: coming over.
Your stomach churns with an excited sort of nervousness, mind reeling on how Rafe is going to be today.
His emotional imbalance had made such an impact upon your own that you didnât know how to feel anymore, whatever you felt was never right in his eyes.
you: okay, on the dock <3
When you hear Rafeâs footsteps drawing closer you donât dare look up, pretending to be engrossed in your book to see how he would react.
Whether heâd be his teasing normal self that youâd fallen in love with or the coked up angry Rafe that youâd grown to hate.
Rafe steps grow dangerously near and his voice comes along with them, âThat book so interesting it mutes your hearing?â He asks, voice boarding on teasing as you look up at him a few meters from you.
You smile and shrug, âItâs a good book.â
Rafe cocks a brow, coming to a standstill in front of you as locks down upon you.
âThat good book better than my presence?â He asks, and some part of you sighs in relief at his calm demeanour and undiluted pupils.
âNot a chance.â You say, holding your hands out for Rafe to pull you up and as he does he picks you up into a tight hug and spins the both of you around as you squeal in delight.
It's one step forward and three steps back
I'm the love of your life until I make you mad
It's always one step forward and three steps back
Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand
âCome on baby, please.â Rafe pleads with you, hands tugging at the waistband of your pants in the country club bathroom as you give him a pointed look.
âNot here Rafe.â You say softly as he groans, head on your shoulder.
âWeâve done it here before.â He says in response, lips suckling on your neck as you laugh, gently prying him away from you.
âYeah, when we werenât at a business party with your father here.â Rafe then stands to his full height, his jaw ticking and your stomach immediately drops at the quick shift in demeanour.
âMy fatherâs never seemed to bother you before.â He says, referring to the abundant amount of times the two of you have fucked in the house while Ward was just downstairs.
You sigh softly, âWeâre at a business party, baby, I promise when we get home-â
Rafe withdraws his hands from you and runs one through his bangs, âWhatever.â He mutters, moving swiftly toward the bathroom door as you reach out for him.
âRafe, talk to me, whatâs wrong?â The boy in question turn his head and rolls his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong is my girl is more interested in my father than me.â He says simply, shrugging as he goes âI didnât even wanna fuck anyway, you make it to much work.â
And like a child whoâd been refused his favourite toy, Rafe leaves you stood there swallowing the all too familiar lump in your throat.
No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?
It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said
It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?
It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault
Instead it's one step forward and three steps back
Rafe had been giving you the silent treatment since youâd gotten to Tanny hill, only exchanging a grunt in response to you when you placed a kiss to his head as you sat beside him.
Your mind was raking over whatever it is youâd done wrong as you sit on his bed, anxiously waiting for him to come off of the phone to see if heâd talk to you.
Youâd be a fool to yourself if you said this wasnât a regular occurrence, Rafe constantly gave you the silent treatment in response to something.
And then heâd act like you were stupid for thinking such things.
Youâre mind couldnât pin point a thing youâd done wrong nor could it pin point anything youâd said wrong.
You should know by now that this is Rafeâs way, when heâs annoyed at everyone else he takes it out on you. When he doesnât want to face his own emotions he pushed them onto you so you can face them. Like his own personal punching bag, you should know itâs not your fault yet you feel like it is every time.
When Rafe re emerges from the balcony, he lies down on the bed beside you as you remain sat up trying to find the courage to ask him the question that often leads to him essentially biting your head off.
âAre you mad at me?â You blurt out, turning to look at Rafe who sighs loudly in annoyance.
âNot this shit again.â He groans, rubbing a hand over his face as you fiddle with your fingers.
âI- you just seem quiet today s��all.â You point out and you can predict Rafeâs response before he even says it.
âWhat? I canât be quiet now? Itâs all good when you wanna be quiet but when itâs me Iâm suddenly mad at you?â He asks rhetorically as you shrug half heartedly, avoiding his gaze as he sighs again bringing himself to a sitting position as he places his chin on your shoulder.
âStop asking me stupid shit, aâight?â He says and all you can do is nod numbly.
And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had
As youre walking out of Tanny Hill, face wet with tears due to another screaming match with Rafe, a voice calls out your name from behind you.
Youâre quick to wipe your cheeks when you realise it isnât Rafe, itâs Sarah.
You turn, forcing a smile onto your face as she approaches you, and by the look on her face you know she heard.
âHey Sare, everything good?â You ask, voice hoarse due to the amount of shouting and crying youâd done.
âI should ask you that, are you okay?â She says softly, brown eyes so kind that your heart nearly breaks to think of how much anger her brotherâs blue ones hold.
âYou heard, huh?â You ask, watching as she nods, âLook, he- heâs just had a long day and-â
âY/n, heâs always either had a long day or heâs had a fight with our dad, that doesnât justify the way he treats you.â She states, deja vu hitting you remembering the similar conversation the two of you had but in that conversation sheâd been cautious with what sheâd said to you but it was obvious now that caution had gone out of the window.
You stand silently, biting your lip as you look at your former friend âBut he loves me.â You whisper, as if that justifies anything.
Sarahâs face breaks out in so much empathy that you swear you can hear both of your hearts break, âLove isnât supposed to be that hard.â She says and you suck in a harsh breath, âHe does love you butâŚnot in the way you deserve.â
Tears roll down your cheeks once more as you respond, âHow am I supposed to know what I deserve? Iâve never known anyone elseâs love apart from his.â
Sarah immediately brings you into her arms, hugging you so tightly that you have no choice but to let yourself fall into the embrace.
Yeah, it's one step forward and three steps back
Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy
I don't understand
You and Rafe sit silently together at one of Roseâs infamous parties, your eyes trained intently on both Sarah and John B as the Routledge boy spins her around whilst watching her with such a lovesick expression that it makes your stomach churn.
You donât think Rafe has ever looked at you in such a way.
Not even Ward argued with the fact that Sarah was dating a Pogue, JB was so fiercely in love with his daughter that everyone with eyes could see it. He worshipped the ground she walked on making you come to realisation that Rafe had never been that way with you.
Your head turns to said boy as you speak up, âDo you love me?â You ask, making Rafe slowly turn his head toward you in return, the motion slow due to how high he is.
You donât think heâs been sober properly since you got together, and you know he wonât be sober any time soon.
Youâd helped him in every way you could, he threw it all back into your face.
He needed to figure his shit out for himself now.
âYou really asking me stupid shit again?â He asks harshly, yet this time, you donât waver in your response and you chose to ignore the lump in your throat.
âItâs a simple question, Rafe.â You state calmly, eyes twinkling with such a small amount of hope for whatever thread is hanging on in yours and Rafeâs relationship.
Rafe simply stares at you, as though he canât bring himself to say the words heâs always eager to say when he wants to get you into bed.
You nod, hope dying out as the thread finally snaps and you unlatch the necklace heâd given you, signifying you breaking free of the prison heâd had you in for over a year.
âI hope you get better Rafe, but I donât think youâre ever going to do that when youâre with me, I donât want to be the thing that takes on all your shitty emotionsâŚyou need to face them for yourself.â You say, gently prying apart his clenched palm and placing the necklace there before you stand up.
Rafe is quick to follow, calling out for you as you walk away, ignoring the multiple gazes on you and the attention drawn toward you at Rafeâs desperate shouts.
Somewhere in the crowd, Sarah and John B watch with small smiles, happy youâd finally made the first step for yourself.
No, I don't understand
Two weeks later and youâre sat on the front porch at the Chateau, hair flowing softly in the morning breeze as you watch the sunrise.
Rafe had been non stop texting you during the duration of your split, words of love and hatred that you still couldnât begin to understand no matter how hard you tried.
You did come to the realisation that heâd never even allowed you to understand him, despite how hard youâd tried.
Heâd attempted to come to your house but youâd made the wise decision to crash at John Bâs, rekindling your friendship with the Pogues as they welcomed you with open arms. Eyes filled with immense guilt for not realising how bad things had gotten with you and Rafe but also with so much love that youâd felt overwhelmed, you didnât realise such love still existed.
You smile softly to yourself, eyes dancing over the colours coating the sky and you decided things would be okay.
Youâd be okay.
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Love and Deepspace Boys with an MC that's good with children Part.2: Xavier
Summary: You and Xavier help a little boy find his mom. Xavier loves the thought of one day starting a family with you
a/n: this one was really cute, I almost made it way longer. i was gonna add so much more banter back and fourth with the cotton candy vendor but it would have made this fic super long
Genres/Warnings: just pure teeth rotting fluff
Word count: 831
Previous parts 1, 3, 4
You and Xavier were walking hand in hand down the streets of Linkon City. just enjoying each otherâs company. You can hear faint crying coming from an alleyway. âDo you hear that?â you stop and hold onto Xavierâs arm for him to stop too.
âI donât hear anything.â he pauses and cups his ear to try and hear better.
âIt sounds like crying. I wonder where itâs coming from?â You start to follow the sound, Xavier close behind still trying to hear what you hear.
You turn down the nearest ally and see a little boy sitting on a box crying. You quickly move towards him. You bend down next to him âWhat's wrong buddy? Are you lost?â
Without saying a thing he grabs you into a hug and starts crying even more. Xavier standing behind you tries to ask again âHey friend do you need us to help you find your way home, weâre Linkon City hunters and weâd love to help.â The boy stops crying for a moment and looks up at you two
âYouâre hunters? That means you can help me find my mommy right? Sheâs lost and I donât know where she isâ His eyes start to well up with tears again
âDonât worry hunâ you say as you take a tissue out of your pocket to wipe his tears. Weâll definitely find your mommy, hunters are always here to help.â You say with a smile. You pick him up, stand and you all head out of the alley.Â
âWhat does your mommy look like?â you ask the boy.
âSheâs really pretty, just like you,â he said squeezing your cheeks together
You laugh âand what else? Is she tall, or short, what colour is her hair?
âUmm sheâs tall and has long black curly hair, and ummâŚâ he says trying to think of more descriptors.
âSo when did you last see her?â Xavier interrupted
âI donât know, we went to the market together and I said I wanted cotton candy from the cotton candy stall and I went to go get some but then Mommy disappeared.â the boy explained
âHmm, so weâre looking for a tall curly-haired lady at a cotton candy stall.â at this point, you 3 are now just across the street from the open-air market and it's swarming with people âThis is gonna be harder than we thought.â Xavier thought out loud.
âWhat?â the boy says tears starting to form again. âI thought you said you were hunters and you could find my mommy?â the little boy starts to cry again.Â
You shoot Xavier a look. âWhy would you say that?â you lightly slap Xavierâs arm âWeâll definitely find your mom, donât worry. Even if we have to search all night weâll find her. You have my word as a hunterâÂ
The boy seemed to brighten up after that. You crossed the street and into the marketplace. You searched for about an hour when you came across the cotton candy vendor. âOh hello, son did you come back with your mom and dad for more cotton candy? The vendor asked referring to you and Xavier.Â
âNo this isnât my mommy and daddy, theyâre hunters and theyâre gonna help me find them. The boy informed.
âOops Iâm sorry, butâŚâ the vendor looks at both you and Xavier. âThough, you have to admit you 3 make a cute family.â
Xavierâs cheeks turn a light shade of pink picturing being with you and your own baby as a little happy family. âHaha yeah I guess we doâ he rubs the back of his neck
You look at Xavier and smile, but quickly get back to business and give the vendor the description of the boyâs mother, but before he can answerâŚ
âThere you are!â a voice from behind you calls out. You all turn around to see a lady just as the boy described.
âMommy!!! The boy quickly reached out to his mom to hug her almost falling out of your arms, but thankfully she caught him. âThese cool hunters helped me find you!â he exclaimed
His mom looked at both of you with a smile. âThanks so much for helping him, Linkon City should be proud to have hunters like you two.â she thanks you again by buying you each some cotton candy and leaves with her son.
You and Xavier are now walking out of the market together eating your cotton candy. âThat was nice of her,â you say looking at Xavier.
âYeah next time we should help a kid next to a meat skewer stallâ he laughs and you playfully nudge him. âBut the vendor was right about one thingâ
âWhat's that?â you turn to look at Xavier as he reaches for your hand.
âWe did look like a family back there, it was nice.â he looks lovingly into your eyes for a moment. âAnd hey, maybe if we come back as a family he'll give us a discountâ Xavier winks at you mischievously.
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â°ââ¤Darling Hassu || KR7 x wife!Reader
Warnings: 18+, Angst, nipple play, oral (f), fingering
Wordcount: 1.3k
Kimi would say he was fine, if it wasnât for the way he had noticed his wife was starting to drift away from him
She stood at the kitchen island, writing stuff down on a piece of paper
Kimi walked up to her, snaking his arms around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder
âI was thinking, that we could get your sister take the kids, and we could go outâ He said low, kissing the spot on her shoulder that were bare
âI have that meeting tomorrowâ She said, not once putting her pen down, or showing any kind of hurt or guilt, or any kind of change in her voice
âMh. Forgot about that. Okay. You coming to bed?â He asked, kissing her cheekbone
âYeah. A minute. Just need to finish this upâ She sighed, shifting slightly on her feet
30 minutes went by before she slid into bed, making sure not to wake her sleeping husband
She was fast asleep, but felt a big hand on her hip before she did, holding her body flushed against his
The next morning, Kimi woke up by his alarm. He turned it off before realising her side of the bed was empty
He turned on his phone, seeing a message from his missing wife
I went to work early
No âI love youâ. No âsee you laterâ. No heart emoji. No nothing
He sighed and put down his phone before he got out of bed
âDaddy, whereâs mommy?â Their daughter asked as they sat to eat breakfast
âShe went to work early, hassuâ He said, smiling, knowing damn well he wondered if she actually were at work
âSheâs gonna be out late, isnât she?â Their son asked, sighing
He nodded âSheâs got a meeting tonightâ He sighed, putting his spoon down into his bowl
âBut itâs Fridayâ The girl whined âItâs movie nightâ You could see the tears start to swell in her eyes
âI know, babyâ He brushed her hair out of her face âBut⌠We can go to your aunts and watch movies with her insteadâ The girlâs eyes shot up and she smiled while nodding quickly
âGood. Hurry up or youâre gonna be late for schoolâ
Kimi had gotten home that night without the kids. They wanted to stay at their auntâs for the weekend
He sat on the back porch with a glass of some liquor as he heard the front door open and close inside
He stood up and got inside. He discarded of his glass in the kitchen as he made his way into her study
He stood in the doorway, watching as she didnât notice him there
âAre you still in love, my darling?â He asked, standing in his spot fiddling with his fingers. She didnât look up, almost like she didnât hear him
âDid you fall out of love, my darlingâ He said, this time making her look up. She saw the way his eyes turned glossy
âWhat?â She asked confused, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about
âPlease donât run away, donât leaveâ Her facial expression turned into something with guilt as a tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek
âAre you still in love, my darling? Did you fall out of love, my darling?â She turned her whole body so that she was facing him
âN-no. Itâs not like that, hassuâ She stood up, making her way over to him âI love you so, so, so muchâ Her own eyes were swelling up as well âI could never imagine a life without youâ She took his face into both of her hands
âThen what? I miss youâ He said, putting his hands on her hips, squeezing her softly
âI-Iâve just been stressed. Work is killing me at the moment. Iâm so sorry, babyâ She stood slightly on her toes, pulling herself up to kiss him softly
He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her further into the kiss, making her arms fall around his neck
âI know we havenât been intimate for weeks, b-but, Iâve just been so tired latelyâ She said as she pulled back
âThen let me take care of youâ He said low âLet me make you scream so loud the neighbours will hear youâ
She was surprised by his comment âThe kids-â
âAt your sisters until Sundayâ She looked up into his eyes, pupils blown wide, hiding the colour in the iris
She barely got to nod before she was dragged into the bedroom and thrown onto the bed
Kimi hovered over her, kissing her roughly as his hands made work of her shirt, pulling it over her head before attaching his lips to her neck
She whimpered as his thumb went over her clothed nipples. His hands went behind her, unhooking her bra and throwing it to the floor with her shirt
His lips immediately went around one of her nipples while his hand played with the other, drawing all kind out soft sounds out of her
âK-Kimi. Please. Hassu, pleaseâ Her eyes were closed as arched her back up into his touch
He caved in, trailing his lips and hands down her body. His lips settled on her lower abdomen above the waistband of her pants as his hands worked on getting them off of her
He pressed his tongue to her clit through her panties, drawing out a high-pitched moan out of her
She gripped the sheets tightly as he started pulling her panties down, his fingertips ghosting slightly over her skin
He started kissing the insides of her thighs, kissing all the way up to attach his lips around her clit, tongue flicking it, drawing out loud moan from her
âYes. Fuck. Hassu, pleaseâ She moaned, bucking her hips up into his mouth, making him dig his nails into her thighs, pulling her down to the bed again
âKimi, p-pleaseâ She pleaded, wanting his fingers so badly inside of her
He gave in on her plead, teasing her entrance with two of his fingers, his tongue still toying with her clit
She gripped the sheets so tight as he entered her fingers, that she was afraid sheâd rip them
He started with slow motions as he kissed her thighs again, earning a whine from the loss of the contact
He started going faster, curling his fingers as well, hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars as her thighs shook
She was moaning so loud she was sure sheâd have a throat burn tomorrow, and wouldnât be able to speak for at least a couple of days
He had missed to hear her loud sounds. She would normally never hold back, but after they had gotten the kids, sheâd had to keep her sounds at bay
âF-fuck. Kimi, âm so close. P-please- ahâ Her body shook as she was nearing her orgasm, clenching down around his fingers as he sped up his curling of his fingers
She didnât get another word out before she was coming around his fingers, body shaking rapidly as she clenched around him
He slowed down, riding her orgasm out. She whimpered as he pulled out of her
She looked down at him, watching as he wiped her juices off his lower part of his face
He gave the inside of her thigh a quick kiss before getting off of the bed
He got himself into a pair of sweats before going over to the bed with some clean clothes for her to sleep in
She sat up and pulled the fresh panties on and the oversized t-shirt over her torso
âI feel bad I canât help youâ She said, noticing the very obvious boner in his sweats
âDonât fuss about it, hassu. Tonight was all about youâ He said, pulling her body into his as they laid under the sheets
#smut#formula one#kimi räikkÜnen x reader#kimi räikkÜnen smut#kimi raikkonen#Kimi RäikkÜnen x reader smut#Spotify
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Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma and Ayato with an s/o who, when jealous, stays quiet and nuzzles her face into their chest.
SOLACE
# genshin impact !
â:, a/n: I would SQUISH my face into their tits your honour
â:, warning: might seem female inclined, mentions if petnames & endearments, lil angst in ayato
â:, pairings: kaeya, diluc, thoma, ayato & gn!reader (separately)
You two went out on a date after a long time because moments like these were sparse because of his hectic schedule, hoping to spend a romantic time together only for a random woman to turn your mood sour as they started flirting with your already taken lover....he got the random lady away but your reaction is....
KAEYA â
Less than a dozen words were shared between you two while returning home. Kaeya has never been this tensed about the current situation. He has handled many of these with ease only since they were work related, but with you,it's a different story. He closed the door behind, and when he tried to say sorry, you suddenly tackled him and hid your face in his chest.
He was quite surprised, but his gaze grew soft as he hugged you back, his one hand caressing your head and the other one wrapped tightly around your waist. "Were you jealous dear?" he asked teasingly. "just...stay close to me next time someone approaches..." you said sheepishly, words barely above a whisper, but he heard your words. Your ears and face were almost on fire because of how embarrassed you felt since you got jealous because of just a chance encounter between your lover and a random lady. He let out a hearty laughter and kissed you because of how adorable you were acting. He promises you that he would never abandon you nor be the reason of your tears.
DILUC â
He was tensed and anxious, thinking he might have ruined your once jolly mood with just the appearance of a random woman who you clearly did not like. But oh god...this situation is bad, you weren't even talking nor holding his hand. Once inside the house, he hung his coat and made a beeline towards the shower so that he could think of some words that might make you feel better.
As soon as he stepped foot outside the shower, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your neck in his shoulder. He hugged your waist to give you support to lean on since your feet were clearly not touching the ground. His hair still wet, and the towel hung low on his waist. He was surprised by your sudden move. "Dear? you might get wet..." he further nuzzled your face into his neck, "y'know I did not like when you were around that woman...". His eyes grew wide, he was taken aback but he grinned softly. A soft chuckle reverberated from his chest and he softly kissed you on the lips. "why must I talk to another lady when I already have an angel beside me ?". You smiled seeing his lovesick face with a bright red blush akin to the colour of his hair.
THOMA â
He was already tired after all the housework he had to do and now he had to deal with a lady who suddenly started to claim him as hers. He knew your feelings like the back of his hand and he could very well understand that you didn't take the conversation between your lover and that lady very well.
It was already quite late into the night. While on your way he decided to confront you at the bridge in inazuma city. " [name]...did I offend you somehow ? please don't be angel I'm sorry.." Although you two share a lot with eachother and believed that none of you would cheat, he knew you felt jealous inside and being the good boyfriend he is he wanted to comfort his dearest the most. "so let me make it up to you pleaâ" before he could finish his sentence you kissed him, rather roughly, but that familiar love was eminent. "there...don't be sorry over everything...you couldn't have possibly guessed her trying to make a move on you yeah?". You held him close to you by his neck. "but! I still do deserve to be cuddled...I hope you are not going to take back your words babe?". He heartily laughed at your so adorable and sweet behaviour. How can he refuse the wishes of his beloved when you are acting so cute.
AYATO â
"dear? are you still mad at me?" he would quietly ask but your mind was still occupied with the idea of ayato with someone other that yourself. You loved him dearly and he reciprocated the same feelings to you. But you could never forget the difference in status and power between you two. Although he promised to not let the barrier of status in society hinder your relationship, you couldn't help but feel worried and sad more than jealous. However, you had to admit that you were, truly, jealous.
"Love?" he said a little loudly "I've been trying to call you..what happened?". Your mind has been so preoccupied the last few minutes that you didn't realise you were at Chinju forest. You abruptly hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "ayato, you'd never leave me right? you will always love me right?" you said softly but the pain evident in your voice. He knows you like the back of his hand. He caressed you back carefully and whispered in your ear with gentleness "I am forever yours darling" he turned his eyes to look at you "now dry those tears, you know how I would do anything for you". His words provided you faith. You cracked a smile on your lips "now my darling looks beautiful!" he kissed you on the lips and you once again resumed the journey towards your humble abode.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#kaeya fluff#kaeya x reader#genshin kaeya#kaeya alberich#kaeya headcanons#thoma x reader#genshin thoma#thoma fluff#thoma imagines#diluc fluff#genshin diluc#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr#ayato fluff#ayato imagines#ayato x reader#ayato angst#genshin ayato#ayato kamisato
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SORE LOSER - FARLEIGH START
PAIRING: farleigh start x fem!reader
GENRE: fluff
WORD COUNT: 592
WARNINGS: my english, farleigh is a bit sad
AUTHOR'S NOTE: based on this request
Sometimes Farleigh felt like an outsider in his own house. Well maybe Saltburn wasn't his own house, but he still spent the most of his life there and when the whole Oliver situation happened, he felt even more unloved by his own family.
When the whole plate thing happened he had no idea where to go.
But then he suddenly knew.
She was the only person he ever cared about. And he hoped she cared about him too.
So he stood at the door of her family house and hoped she was inside. When he saw her mother he almost felt the tears forming in his eyes.
He asked about her. If she was at home or wasn't. The woman said nothing but called for her daughter, adding that she had a guest. The girl quickly showed at the doorstep and smiled as she saw a friend of hers.
âHi, Farleighâ she said and hugged him and then she felt how tense he was. She knew something happened, he wouldn't be at hers if not.
He hugged her back and walked into the house next. She asked what had happened, when they were finally in her room. This very pink coloured room, that used to get on his nerves, whenever he was there, now was like some sanctuary for him.
Or maybe she just was there for him.
âThey hate meâ Farleigh mumbled only and hugged the white teddy bear that he gave her at her last birthday as a present.
âI'm sorry, Farâ she said, kissed his cheek and hugged him again.
This was the moment that he knew â she was the one.
He could hate everyone but her. She was always there for him and he was so happy to have her around every time. He loved her and it wasn't platonic love.
âI adore youâ he whispered, sure of his words. He had never said it to anybody before.
âAnd I adore you, Farleigh,â she answered and looked up to his face. He was smiling again. âYou're staying here, right?â
âOnly if your parents say soâ he replied and hugged her tighter.
âGonna ask them,â she announced and stood up. âOh, and Farleigh, don't smoke in this houseâ she said dead serious and he only chuckled.
For the next few days the two of them were inseparable. Every activity they were doing together.
Farleigh even went playing golf with her and her dad, even though he found it boring.
âI won!â she yelled, satisfied, jumping a little. Farleigh only shook his head, smiling. The girl's father wasn't with them, because he was golfing with his friends, so they were alone on the course.
âOh, stop being so graspingâ he scoffed and hit the ball with his wedge.
âYou are such a sore loser, Farleigh,â she said and ran after him.
âOh, you sure?â he stopped, so she ran at him and bounced off his chest, almost falling on the ground, but he caught her.
âYeah, yeah I amâ she answered and then he kissed her without saying anything.
The girl felt like in a fairytale. Farleigh, the boy she had a crush on for years, was kissing her.
âYou're an excellent kisser, you know?â he chuckled at her question and kissed her again, lifting her up a little.
âLet's go, I have to win with youâ Farleigh laughed and started to run to the place where the ball fell with her hand in his.
âYou're such a sore loserâ the girl laughed with red cheeks and ran with him.
masterlist
#discopaddock#saltburn fanfiction#saltburn#farleigh start#farleigh start x reader#farleigh start x you#farleigh start x y/n#farleigh start fanfic#farleigh start fluff
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PJM2 is coming
MUSE
I literally cannot contain my excitiement.
Sitting her, at work may I say, putting these words on paper, so to speak, because f***ing hell, wtf JM?
Where to start?
The colour concepts? The choice of name? Choice of font (That JM popping to eye)? The flower? The links to TTU (notes sheet and flower)? The whole play with Closer than this? The dropped lyrics?
This man is a friggin genius (not that we didn't know this already)...
There is so much to talk about, and he hasn't even started with the promotions, and we haven't even seen the concept photos or the album and the songs. Name, colours, 2 lines of lyrics and we have our hands full already. They certainly know what they are doing.
Before I jump in, I want to, once again, state very loudly and clearly that everything written here are my opinions, which are based on what we've been handed so far, and could change the more we are shown.
So, let's get it...
JM fetching this from the purple locker (which we don't see are purple off the bat and only when the lights turn on). Notes for The Truth Untold.
His wittle thumb with his crescent moon.
The notes title : La lettra - The letter. Hmm... interesting.
And then this:
We have the flower:
and this that makes me believe that yes indeed, it is the silhouette of a Smeralso.
Some of this I am yet to see where is going. like the referencing of "the letter", The truth untold, the flower... (she says, all while thinking of the choice this Festa to stream LY Seoul final with said song and the changes that JM and JK chose to make to it)...
All that and more in one little short clip.
And then we have that little 'chat' opened up by BH, and those lyrics. Oh, those lyrics.
All references that indeed can be connected with army. I mean, that's what JM is king of.
All also a clear reference to a one Jeon Jungkook, if you are only willing to look and see.
Rain
Snow
Crying
We have this:
Which they have BOTH chose to bring up once again in 2023, JK happening to do so during JM's Face promos, not to mention the rain reference in SNTY (and of course, goes without saying Still with you, but that's back in 2020, while they have both managed to bring it up and reference it once again in 2023).
Remember this?
Oh, and what about this?
And then we have these:
Remember JM tearing up after winning MMA for BS&T ?
youtube
JM getting emotional and crying only followed by JK tearing up.
*If you haven't seen this one yet, go watch the full live.
And who can forget JK during MOTS ONE as well, seeing JM crying, distress clearly showing on his face, just waiting for the moment he can go and comfort JM.
If these are actual lyrics for a song to come or lyrics that were dropped, one thing we know, and that these words, these lines, they were written by JM, and he made a clear choice to share them with us.
And in doing so, sorry, I'm still not believing this all while sitting here gushing and knowing this was coming (no, I didn't know this specifically was coming, but the feeling that they were going big or going home, that I've had ever since July 2023... took some time and many tribulations, but we are getting there folks). Sidetracked as I always am, lol.
Back on track.... in doing so, JM is basically standing on a rooftop screaming at the top of his lungs:
Not 1, not 2, but 3 JK references in that little shared piece of lyrics clearly written by JM, for an album we are yet to see and hear.
Anyone, and I mean anyone that is a BTS army, that has seen original content, that has followed their Twitter account or seen older tweets, that are open and willing to see it, will KNOW that these lyrics are JAYKAY!!!!!
And let me backtrack a second here...
Cause I did mention that these references could be understood as if they are made for army, right?
So yeah. Army references or JK references? I am going to say both, leaning very much to the JK side of it. Cause that's how they do it. Time after time after time.
Let's mention the colour choices as well.
We have the background colours.
We have the yellow.
And then we have the album concepts.
2 concepts.
Blooming
and Serenade.
Which happens to be Yellow, same colour threaded through Serendipity.
And we even have purple thrown in there too.
Notice how all the lockers are painted purple. The colour of army you may say, but also JK's colour (so again, army and JK?).
And he's pulling out the music sheet from this purple locker.
Those lockers representing his inspiration for his music perhaps?
Giving us these lyrics, then telling us the album is called Muse (or telling us the name of the album and it's meaning and then dropping those lyrics, take your pick regarding the timing, cause basically, same same), showing us the music being extracted from those purple lockers... ya think his muse is that entity he's talking about in those lyrics perhaps (even more so if we see the references as both for army and JK)?
Rhetorical question, btw.
And then we have the mint green.
Perhaps this is what JM was talking about when he told us in his birthday live, if memory serves me right, about going to the starting point, or more so starting from the beginning trying to figure out himself as an artist?
Also, cannot help but think of this image here:
I cannot wait to see his concept photos, and where this is all going.
We talked about JK being so loud during 2023 (well, he's had his super loud moments before that, but 2023 and his lives were smoking). And JM, well it felt (and I say felt, cause it's not really true, and I'll explain why) was quieter, more subdued, especially during JK's Golden promotions.
But here's the thing.
JM and JK have their own special oh so different ways of being loud and showing us themselves (and it shows even more so seeing that JK, for whatever reasons he had for it, did not write his songs for Golden - not saying he did not have influence on the lyrics or choice of songs with lyrics he wanted). JK did it through his choices in his photo shoots and styling for his songs and album. He did it with his lives and his total fanboying over JM. And JM, he does it through his art, which includes also but not only his lyrics.
Those two are both loud as fuck. And JM, well if these sneak lyrics are a promo of more to come (which, they probably are seeing that we have Face to fall back on as an example), then he's as loud as a frigging foghorn.
And last but not least, before I go:
Lookie here...
D-31
#Jimin#BTS JM#JM#PJM2#Jikook#Kookmin#Minkook#MUSE#JM MUSE#counting the days to 19 July 2024#mark your calanders
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Hey can I request a Luke Castellan x RodrĂguez reader she is Chris Rodriguez half sister from mom side and she is maybe a demigod too or half witch or whatever and she is innocent and completely different from him and not one have idea of her existence because him is very protect of her and fluffy and happy ending.
I SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING đ¤
Ms. Rodriguez
Luke Castellan x Rodriguez!reader
Summary: A visit from your halfbrother and his best friend đ¤
Warnings: Some kissing, angst
Author's note: I'm in the verge of having a breakdown, my hair isn't cooperating, I'm uncomfortable and i don't feel well. But I'm still here to serve
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Chris and Luke stood infront of a cream and yellow coloured suburban house, it had a white picket fence and a small garden, birds were chirping, and the sun was setting within the horizon.
"Are you sure we're in the right address?" Luke asked, looking around the neighbourhood, there were kids playing near the streets, middle aged woman, leaned against their fence, gossiping and a man washing his car. It was surely different, he never left camp and seeing all that was new to him.
"Of course. She'll like you man, don't worry" Chris said, patting Luke at the back, He rang the doorbell, at first, no one answered, but then, there was a teenage girl who poked her head on a window, a beam appeared on her face.
"MOM! CHRIS IS HERE!" The girl yelled, her footsteps thudding while she ran downstairs.
There was an indistinct voice of a woman, and sure enough, the door opened.
It revealed a woman with curly medium dark brown hair, with black eyes and tan skin, she was wearing a floral dress and an apron, when she saw chris, she immediately engulfed her boy into a hug.
"Oh my baby!" The woman began smothering Chris' cheeks with kisses, totally forgetting about Luke who stood beside Chris awkwardly. But Chris decides to pull away from his mom.
"Ma! Stop it's embarrassing" Chris mumbled, his mom laughed, Then, in the corner of her eyes, she saw Luke.
"Oh! Where are my manners?! You must be Luke, I'm Chris' mom, Carmen" Luke acknowledge the woman, he offered his hand for a handshake but was engulfed into a hug.
"We don't do handshakes, Mi hijo" Said Carmen, Luke can smell the mix of spices and a hint of floral perfume on the woman's clothes, He inhailed it, and somehow, it gave him a sense of comfort.
Behind Carmen stood a girl, No older than sixteen.
"Ah, this is Y/n, You've met her, I suppose?" Asked Carmen, You ran and jumped into your brother's arms.
"I missed you chris!" You squealed, Chris smiled and hugged you back, Leaving Luke awkwardly again.
"This isâ"
"âLuke, I know" you said, pulling away from Chris and facing his friend. You looked at him, He had curly hair, a tall and muscular figure, there was also this playful grin on his face that he and Chris shared.
"Before all the talking, Come inside!" Carmen ushered, "Y/n, call your father, supper is almost ready, tell him we have guests" You obediently obliged, running upstairs with your thigh length Nike shorts. It'd be weird if Luke admitted that he liked it.
"Sit down, The food is still cooking, would you like some cookies?"
Cookies
Luke froze, Memories of his mother flooded his head again, the noises around him became indistinct, His breathing became ragged and heavy, His eyes blurred with tears. indescribable rage filled inside him before Carmen's soothing voice brought him back.
"Mi querido, are you alright?" Asked Carmen, Luke immediately wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek.
"Yes Mrs. Rodriguez, I'm sorry.."
"What for? We're your family, sweetheart..and no need to call me Mrs. Rodriguez, it makes me sound so old...Carmen would do" She smiled, Her smile brought Luke comfort again..but he can't describe it.
"Of course"
There was a moment of silence as Carmen walked back to the kitchen.
"You okay man?" Chris rubbed Luke's back and recieved a nod from the boy.
"Yeah.."
When you came back down stairs, a middle aged man was walking right behind you, He looked decent with a neatly trimmed beard and a man bun.
"Dad's here ma!" You yelled before flopping on the couch beside Luke.
Chris stood up and went to greet his Stepdad.
"Hey there, bud" Your dad patted Chris' back and hugged him, Luke stood up and shook his hand.
"Dad, this is Luke, My halfbrother" Chris said. Luke assumed that the man would be weirded out, The fact that he was Chris' halfbrother, and the man probably didn't know about Demigods, But surprisingly, The man smiled and patted Luke.
"Nice to finally meet Chris' favourite brother" Your dad joked, Luke smiled.
"He said that?"
"Yeah, i mean, i can see why"
"Don't get fooled by Adrian, he's full of surprises" Said Carmen, She placed the caserole on the table and unwrapped her apron.
When they all sat down, Luke learned more about Chris' family. When Carmen married Adrian 17 years ago and they had you, Adrian being Chris' father figure.
Luke felt quite jealous, All his life, He felt alone, What happened to his mom was Hermes' fault, it was all Hermes, Luke hated him, seeing Chris with his family makes him want to drag Hermes and make him apologise to his mother.
The dinner was full of chatter, Carmen asked Chris what camp is like, and Adrian was preparing desert. You were across Luke, silently eating your mom's Paella.
Luke wanted to start a conversation with you, It was maddening, he wanted to hear your voice and your laughs again.
"What about you, Y/n? I saw you talking to the Adler boy down the street" Said your father, Your head immediately snapped up.
"I was asking him about our homework, we were in the same algebra class" There was a hint of annoyance in your voice, You met Luke's eyes across the dining table.
"And i have a crush on someone else, Okay?" Your dad whistled teasingly, Chris laughed and Your mom suddenly found you interesting.
"Who is it?" Your mom asked, Your dad and Chris looked at you, waiting for an answer.
"Secret" They all groaned, but Luke stayed silent.
ââ
After dinner, Chris went to his room to get something, leaving you and Luke alone in the living room.
The movie 'Troy' was playing, and you were quietly watching, Luke right beside you.
"I hate that movie"
You turned your head towards him, eyes glinting with fascenation.
"It's not gay enough for you?"
Luke laughed, he threw his head bob giving you a view of his Adam's apple.
"Not quite, i hate the way they represent Heroes" He sat right beside you, watching the scene where Achilles wiped Briseis' face.
"About what you said in the dinner table, is it true you like someone?"
Your heart started beating faster.
"Yes"
"Who is it?"
You turned to him, a blush appeared on your cheeks.
"I think it's pretty obvious"
His hands found your cheeks and before you know it, you were kissing him in the living room, the movie still playing, but the only thing that you feel is Luke's lips and the way it move against yours.
You two pulled away when you heard a car pulling up in the driveway.
The blush on your cheeks won't fade away, but you'll definitely remind your mom to invite Luke on Holidays.
An extra bc ily guys
ââ
"This is such a nice movie, don't you think?" Chris munched on a whole bucket of popcorn, He was sat in between you and Luke.
"Yeah..."
"I'll remind mom and dad to get another set of couch"
#percy jackon and the olympians#thekissofaphrodite#xy/n#percy jackson#luke castellan#charlie bushnell#luke castellan x reader#chris rodriguez#cabin 11
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smoking weed with nat for the first time đŇđŻŕŁŕŁ
summary â you go to your best friend's trailer to ask for the notes she took for you in class, but you get carried away and soon, she offers you to take a drag from her blunt.
warnings â aged up!nat, gn!goody 2 shoes!reader, weed use, use of nicknames, reader is inexperienced, mentions of lottie, nat is flirty as hell, not proofread
sighing as you walked towards your best friend's trailer, you picked the skin off your nails while looking at the ground. you were mad at yourself for skipping school for a week straight because you were sick, and it was safe to say you were beyond stressed, dissapointed at yourself as you had never missed school before or any assignments.
as you reached nat's trailer, you went to knock at the door but you were greeted immediately by her lanky figure scrambling to open the door with a big, almost boyish grin playing on her lips.
ânotes?â she asked while opening the door wider, and you nodded right after, stepping foot into her trailer and closing the door behind you as you sat down on her couch, your hands on your knees as you waited for her to return with your notes.
5 minutes had passed and she still hadn't come back yet, you raised an eyebrow and went to go look for her before she came in running and accidentally bumping on you. âwoahâ sorryâ she chuckled before biting her lip and avoiding to meet your gaze, making you rub your temple with your fingers as you sighed again.
âforgot to take notes?â you asked and crossed your arms under your chest while tapping your foor impatiently. âlistenâ i may have forgotten, but heyhey! listen it's the thought that counts!â she said quickly as she saw you walking towards the door to leave, her hand grasping the door handle to prevent you from leaving.
ânat i don't have time for your games now, we have an exam tomorrowâ you whined, on the verge of tears as you bit your lip anxiously, making nat frown, a comforting hand pulling you into a hug. âokay so listen, how about you relax a bit here and then we can call lottie so you can get the notes and ace the test?â she spoke softly in your ear while rubbing your back.
nodding to her question, a smile found it's way on her face again as she dragged you by the hand towards her room that you knew all too well, yet always fascinated you.
as you were busy looking at all the colourful posters of david bowie, nirvana, guns and roses, you felt her moving her hand in front of your face to wake you up from your thoughts. âyeah sorryâ you sat down and looked at blunt between her plump lips while rolling her eyes.
âtold you it's bad for youâ you said while trying to snatch the blunt away from her and throw it out, but instead she just laughed, placing a hand on your hip and leaning her head back with the blunt still between her lips so you don't get it from her. âyeah, but you're not my parent, are you?â she smirked while saying that, knowing that it'd make you mad, and when you went to open your mouth, she spoke again.
âbesides, why don't you try some? you're really stressed, hm? might help youâ she rubbed your hip with her thumb while looking at you through the smoke, the joint hanging from her lips.
thinking about it, you shifted a bit and looked down before just nodding. âfine, whateverâ nat laughed at your response and leaned over towards you, putting the blunt between your lips, looking at your reaction carefully.
not long after, you started coughing and nat chuckled, rubbing your back again. âeasy there buddyâ she teased âjust take a small drag of it and relax, i'm right here babe, you're okayâ she gave you the joint this time, showing you how to hold it properly, and when you took a drag successfully without coughing, nat smirked and twirled a strand of your hair around her finger. âgood job dollâ she laughed when you leaned your head back on the wall, the weed finally kicking in.
all thoughts of the exam and taking the notes from lottie were soon slipped out of your mind as you were at your highest with nat, laughing at every word she said, both of your eyes were red and hazy.
the next day when you saw lottie waving at you, you ignored her, mad at her for not giving you the notes. you saw her approaching you but turned the other way. âhey, did i do something? why aren't you talking to me?"
as soon as she said that, you looked at her while scoffing and pouting angrily. âyeah, you did do something! you didn't give me the notes yesterday when i called you to ask for them!â you replied annoyed, and saw lottie raise an eyebrow in confusion. âbut... you never called?â she said confused, looking between you and nat, you had a defeated face while nat was trying not to laugh, biting her lip to hold back a laugh as she looked at you, the memories of you and nat in her trailer all coming back.
âoh...â you bit your lip too awkwardly before looking around. âw-well, i gotta go! see you at lunchâ you smiled at lottie before grabbing nat's hand and running away. âthat was so embarrassing oh my godâ you whisper yelled into nat's ear, shoving her softly, erupting into laughter later on.
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meine Sonne
âWhy do you keep waiting for him?â
The sunsets are the colours of violet on the metropolis and the drink in your hand has long gone cold. Winters in London are brutal; rainy days and grey skies overcast with the doubts in the heartâforlornly watching the future become present.
âSchatz, I want to know.â The Austrian flag on his arm, with some of its thread loose from the physicality of his job, never once replaced as the man held your patchwork on his uniform as always. He always said, itâs from youâthatâs what makes it special.
The patch had been with him through heaven and hell and now, it brings him to the Sky Garden dome in London. The poignant stares are nothing to him as he rests a palm on yours between plates of half finished meals.
His heart is twisting so painfully and pulling into dead knots when he spots the glisten near your eyes and the restraint it takes to hold back, knowing that he hasnât yet earned the right to wipe away those tears of someone elseâs making. Â
âI donât know.â He moves closer and you finish the drink in one go and gloved hands take the glass away from you before it could fall through your fingers and go smashing into the marble flooring.
âI guess I thought I had a chance with him. IâhicâI-He told me I was worth it, once. Back during the mission in Siberia, he came back for me. Even if everyone told him not to, he still came back and IâI just thought we had something.â
KĂśnig listens.
âI keep waiting for him, because one day, I donât fucking know, I wish he would just see meâsee that Iâm here. That I am here, waiting for him. All of his extra duties, I take them. I do everything to show him that I-I care about him and heââ
âHe never acknowledges them. He knows I am the one doing all of this for him and yet âŚâ
KĂśnig grasp on your palm tightens and he offers a napkin.
âY-you shouldnât have to hear about this. Iâm sorry, KĂśnig.â The bellow in his throat is building to a fervour; all the words he wanted to say, locked away behind a wall heâs built with his own hands.
For once, KĂśnig wishes to live without the social anxiety thatâs come to shadow his existence.
âItâs not rightââhe speaks with such conviction and the mask around his face shifts with the rippling flesh underneathââitâs not right, what heâs doing to you.â
âI just ⌠keep waiting for him and he never looks back. Not since his sergeant met his death two months ago.â
John MacTavish. KĂśnig has heard of him before, in passing comment.
âI keep holding out for hope; hope that he would at the very least, tell me, if he isnât interested at all. His glances make me stay, even if he shows it to others. A few months ago, he even made a toast during a Christmas party. He said my name, you know? I thought I was dreaming, but it was my name he spoke.â
I thought we had something, unspoken.
Itâs the hope that destroys us allâKĂśnig knows this, knows this all too well.
âHe gives you just enough attention to keep you wanting him, but never enough to make a move.â
You grimace is sardonic and you agree with him.
âYeah. I ⌠Is it so much to ask for to be loved?â
No, itâs not, schatz.
âThis relationship? Itâs not healthy and you ⌠you donât deserve this. Not you, you deserve far better. Far better than a man who would lead you on, and never give you anything in return.â
âWho else could love me, KĂśnig?â
Me.
âDonât say that. I ⌠you are worthy of someone better. You are.â He wishes for the strength to say he could.
The crackle and burst of tangerine and purple across the space draws your attention to the fireworks outside. Cold whips across your jacket and KĂśnig settles beside you and the night sky lights up with fireworks showering London in splendour you once felt seeing Ghost.
Not anymore. Not ever since that day when he took everything away with him into the afterlife.
Fur tickles your face and a heavy weight settles on your shoulders and itâs warm. KĂśnig pulls the jacket tighter around you and streaks of gold fireworks echo in his eyes in trails of comet dust of longing.
âYou always did love the gold ones. Remember in university? In Norway on new yearâs eve, how our friends made fun of us for our awful pronunciation and you said something like ⌠ish leeber dick?â
âIch liebe dich.â
âYeah, that one. Could never understand what it meant.â
âIt ⌠it means I love you.â
His eyes widen and hopeâhope is a firecracker in his hands lit and burning with a fuse to no return; time to detonation is nigh.
âWhat?â
âVerdammt ⌠IâI ⌠fuck âŚâ
He looks anywhere but at you and when he makes a move, his hands are with yours and his eyes are overwhelmed with emotion in depths of blue seas.
âI ⌠schatz, I ⌠I know itâs not my place to comment on your relationship with Ghost but he isnât a good partner. You deserve more, more than what he gives you and with the sincerity of someone who wants, loves you.â
He presses on, afraid if he stopped he would never start again.
âYour love is not second rate, second class or anything.â He drops your hands to grasp your arms. âI ⌠I canât stand watching your throw your love away like that. Not when Iâm here.â
His jacket is warm with more than just the heat of the man.
âItâs not fair to make you compete with a dead man for love. Itâs not right and Stärke, IâI am here. And ⌠I want to show you what love can be.â
âWhat love can be?â
âIf you let me, liebling.â
Impossibly soft and brimming with yearning, the fuse burns through and the world explodes into colour. Of tears and light overpowering the shadows following him since youth into oblivion, KĂśnigâs scarred lips are pressed against yours in repressed longing and you are pulled in close by his arm around your back.
Finally, he wipes away the tears and love tastes like the chap stick KĂśnig uses and more. Itâs indescribable, with it depth and intangible strings and he holds on tightly with all of his being.
âYour patch is fraying, KĂśnig.â
âIâve got you to fix it up for me.â
Ich liebe dich so sehr, meine Liebe. Du strahlst mit den Farben der Sonne. Ich bin so glĂźcklich, dich in meinem Leben zu haben.
Sei mein und nur mein, Liebling.
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love you so much. your writing has been a light in my life for the last months. it's cute and lovely and just everything i need in my life. <3 i have chronic back pain and it's been bad the last couple of weeks. this keeps me inside and secluded most of the time and it eats me alive sometimes, moreso mentally than physically. the thought of having to deal with this the rest of my life is very overwhelming at times. could you maybe write something about aaron taking care of reader with chronic pain, maybe she's mad or sad or even pushes him away but he won't go and he loves her anyway. i feel like a guy like that would be all in no matter what. don't we all look for that kind of love? anyway, lovely to meet you and i hope you have a wonderful day/week/month/year/life. you deserve it *kiss* *flies away embarrassed* *love ya still and always*
thank you for requesting, I hope you get some relief soon my love ⥠âaaron draws you out of your bed and your bad mood. fem!reader
"Honey, let's get up."Â
It irritates you to hear Aaron phrasing it that way. Let's, like he's wasted the morning in bed with you. In reality, he's spent the last few hours working through a thousand and one chores in the kitchen while you rammed your head under a pillow. He's been up.
You try very hard to keep your annoyance to yourself. He's encouraging, not cruel. "I don't want to," you say.Â
Aaron's footsteps have the floorboards creaking softly. The pillow is lifted from your head gently, and an even nicer expression waits for you when you turn your sweaty head. You've been sleeping on your stomach in an unsuccessful attempt to stave the pain away.Â
"Hello, beautiful."Â
He says it to get you smiling. It's not unlike him to compliment you, but he usually does it in subtler ways. You look great tonight, or, That's an amazing colour on you, honey. This saccharine greeting makes you huff a laugh, but the huff hurts you worse, a slice of pain from somewhere in your shoulder down to the small of your back.Â
"Oh, fuck," you sigh. Quiet, dragging, your voice shudders with pain.
Aaron's brows pinch together. "I'm gonna help you up, yes?"Â
"I can't get up."Â
"I don't want to patronise you, but you know staying in bed too long only makes it worse. I'm going to help you up and we'll take a short walk. A lap around the house, that's all."Â
You shake your head, emotion burning behind your eyes. "No, I really don't want to."Â
Aaron sits down carefully by your hip, a big hand needling between the bed and your stomach. It feels nice to be held like that. The other perches on your hip, close to the epicentre of your pain. That's not so nice.Â
"Can I turn you over?"Â
You sigh unhappily. "Yeah. Okay."Â
All his care, Aaron turns you on your back. He doesn't give you time to think before he helps you into a sitting position, humming empathetically at your pained hissing, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just don't want it to get worse."
"It's worse now," you panic, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you squeeze them tightly closed.Â
"I know⌠You're doing well."Â
"I'm not doing well! It really hurts, Aaron, itâ it's really hurting, it won't stop," you say, trying not to move too much as you talk. You're breathless with pain, that shattering of discomfort glowing like glass shards somewhere under the skin.Â
"You're doing well, honey, I don't know what else to tell you. This is doing well, considering. I don't wanna force you up but I won't watch you get worse."Â
"Then don't watch," you mutter, bringing a hand up to your eyes.
"Do you think I have a choice?" he asks, no cruelty or derision as he rubs your thigh. "I couldn't walk away from you if I wanted to, and I don't want to. So don't let's argue, honey." His voice drops to a crooning murmur. "Don't be mean to me. I love you."Â
"AaronâŚ" You put the back of your hand to your forehead. You love him, you don't mean to be grumpy, and you know for a fact that he doesn't hold it against you âif there's one man who could say 'I won't walk away' and have you believe it, no question, it's him. "I'm not being mean."Â
"No? You don't think so?" he asks, leaning in a touch.
You offer him a kiss. Mean women don't give affection to their boyfriends. Pleased, Aaron kisses you softly with his hand creeping up toward your hip, cautious with his hands. He hasn't ever been rough with you.Â
"'Don't let's argue,'" you quote as his kiss moves to the corner of your mouth. "That's so old-fashioned."Â
Eyes closed, heads craned together, the air between you is warm. You almost forget the twinging pain wrapping around your coccyx. Almost.Â
"I am old-fashioned," he says simply. Having noticed that you're in pain, Aaron pulls back from you and stands up, offering his hands. "Come on, let's take a lap and I'll forget all about your being mean to me. I'll even make you lunch."Â
His sentence might incite enthusiasm, but you still struggle to stand, and while you're reassured he'll stay with you, he can't erase the pain with nice words. "Will you hold an ice pack on me?" you ask.Â
"Of course I will."Â
"Thank you⌠I love you, sorry I didn't say it back. I was in a mood, I think."Â
Aaron smiles at your on-the-nose joking. "I love you, too. Let's ask Jack to come and walk with you."Â
"I thought you were walking with me?" you ask, knowing from his smile alone that he's about to make a joke bordering on pert. Â
"Jack's more your speed, honey."Â
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Hi! :3
I had an idea for a request
I thought of a tom x reader loosely based on "Hungover you"
like him and reader being best friends and somewhere along the line they spend a night together, but decide to forget it for the sake of their friendship (maybe they were a little drunk ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ who knows)
then many years later they're still friends but they realise that they really love each other
even if you don't write this i wanted to tell you i think your writing is amazing! don't feel pressured to make content, I'm sure all of your followers don't mind waiting for your fics because they are really amazing!
aa sorry for the long text! <3
ITâS YOU - T. KAULITZ
synopsis: they say feelings change with time, but yours couldnât have stayed closer to the same. it has been three years since you hooked up with tom, and despite your promise to forget about it for the sake of your friendship, you canât ignore the way you feel anymore.
content: smut (kinda) & fluff
a/n: thankyou soo much!! i put a christmas twist on this because i realised i havenât made an xmas fic yet i hope thatâs okay! pls be patient w me bc apparently i should spend every hour of every day writing fics according to some people⌠just to be clear this is a hobby and nothing more. i donât get paid for this LMAOO sometimes i donât want to write and thatâs okay - most people are really understanding so thank you for that, but on a more positive note merry christmas i hope u all have a happy holidays!!!đ
the faint smell of gingerbread teases my senses, mind beyond overstimulated with the incomprehensible blur of conversations around me - the amount of alcohol in my system clearly not helping. every inch of the living room is pasted with the not so subtle reminder of the festive season: warm lights casting their glow across the walls, garlands decorated with small red and green baubles, though the most obvious sign sits in the corner of the room. adorned with baubles in every colour possible, with tinsel (quite messily) stretched across its dark green branches, multi-coloured lights twinkling dimly around it, reminding me why i love this time of year so much.
the chaos of the annual christmas party that had become tradition over the years never became something that i had gotten used to, the dull buzz in my stomach (admittedly from the alcohol too) never going away as i watch my surroundings, friends laughing obnoxiously loudly whilst their hands tear away the intricately decorated paper, revealing their presents.
âand this one is for you.â tom says, snapping me out of my daze as he reaches underneath the tree from where he sits beside me, returning with a small box in his hands. he passes it over to me, a proud smile on his face as i study the wrapping. a red bow placed messily on top, the wrapping paper creased at the sides, the tape used to hold it in place hanging off.
âdid you wrap this?â i stifle a laugh, remembering how terrible my best friend is at anything remotely technical, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
âyeah, why?â he seems genuinely proud, and i decide to give him that sense of fulfilment, ignoring that a child probably could have done a better job.
ânothing, nothing. itâs great.â i return my eyes to the present, hands moving to tear away the paper. tomâs eyes remain glued onto me, excitedly awaiting my reaction. i open the box inside, revealing a gold necklace, a small locket in its centre. my mouth falls open, fingers carefully lifting the jewellery from its box, eyes studying it in awe before i turn my attention to tom.
âare you kidding me? itâs beautiful, oh my god!â
an even wider smile rests on his face at my reaction, his leg bobbing up and down nervously. he gestures to the locket as i turn my attention back to it, thumb clicking it open. tom and i. the picture in the centre shows tom and i, far younger, far more innocent than we are now. cheesy grins plastered on our faces, arms wrapped around each otherâs shoulders as we look into the camera, wrapped up in our huge winter coats - standard for the weather in germany.
âi donât even know what to say i- thank you.â i smile, reaching over and wrapping my arms around his frame. he seems taken aback, though soon returns the gesture, his arms resting on my upper back, hand patting it slowly.
âyouâre welcome. i hope you like it.â he offers me a warm smile as we pull away, soon turning his eyes toward the rest of the room, watching as bill unwraps his present from georg.
hours have passed, and even if i tried, i donât think i could come close to counting the amount of drinks iâve had. i am beyond tipsy, swaying my head to the cheesy christmas songs that play from the tv whilst attempting to sing the lyrics - failing miserably as my voice comes out slurred and inaudible.
âyou sound terrible.â tomâs voice, just as slurred as my own, causes me to stop my singing, turning to face him as he sits beside me, finishing off the remainder of whatever drink he has in his glass.
âthanks.â i mumble, grabbing the glass from his hands and shoving the last few drops down my throat, no longer flinching at its bitter taste. the room seems to become emptier, friends either leaving or finding a bedroom upstairs to sleep in, the darkness from outside reminding me that it is probably the early hours of the morning.
âtheyâre no fun.â i roll my eyes, pointing to the final few people walking out of the room tiredly, leaving tom and i alone. he hums in agreement as i reach forward, grabbing the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and pouring it into my mouth, taking a few large swigs. the faint burning in the back of my throat quickly subsides, prompting me to drink some more.
âlets play a game.â tom says from beside me, a loud giggle leaving my mouth at his sudden request.
âa game? what are we twelve?â i laugh, shaking my head and taking another drink, swirling the liquid that is still in the bottle around. âwhat game?â
âi donât know, truth or dare?â he shrugs his shoulders, clearly not thinking straight. though i am in no position to judge him, the two of us too intoxicated to be able to think rationally.
âthereâs only two of us though. thatâs gonna be pretty fucking boring, donât you think?â
he doesnât respond, only shrugging his shoulders once again, prompting me to give in. i sit cross legged opposite him, signalling for him to go first.
âtruth or dare?â
âhmmmâŚ.truth.â i mumble drunkenly, laughing to myself as my body sways to the side a little, almost falling completely off of the couch and onto the hard wood floor. he pauses, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips as he appears to think as deeply as his intoxicated state allows him to, his eyebrows raising as he finally thinks of an idea.
âhave you ever had a crush on anyone at this party?â he asks, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands, chuckling quietly to himself.
âbill, like four years ago.â i shrug nonchalantly, taking another swig from the bottle. if i were even remotely sober, i would have come up with some completely unbelievable lie, though the alcohol gives me the sudden confidence to confess, this a secret which i had silently vowed to take to the grave - until now.
âmy brother? are you kidding?â his laughter is much louder this time, the room filled with it as he clutches his chest, eyes squeezing shut. at one point, i swear i see tears fall down his cheeks, my hand reaching to swat his chest, the effort pathetic as the alcohol appears to take away every ounce of physical strength.
we continue the game for another thirty minutes, the questions becoming more senseless as time passes, the dares even more abnormal as i sit with my small mini skirt off of my body and on the ground somewhere, tom now shirtless. the sober versions of ourselves would be watching in pure shame, though in the moment, this is the funniest thing we have ever done, drunken laughter pouring from our lips at every word that we say.
âyour turn.â tom begins. âtruth or dare?â
âdare.â
i expect him to think deeply about what to do, about ways to humiliate me in the worst way possible, taking advantage of the fact that he is in control, possessing the ability to make me do whatever his heart desires. but not only is he much quicker this time, his mind seemingly made up the second i had uttered the four letter word, his reply is one that i could never had been prepared for. though my drunken state brushes it off, unable to question, let alone refuse his demand.
âi dare youâŚto kiss me.â
i giggle quietly at his statement, widening my eyes in forged surprise and tucking my hair behind my ears, tomâs lips curved into a soft smirk as i slowly shuffle toward him. my legs wrap around his waist, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as his own rest around my waist. our faces are inches apart, small chuckles still leaving our lips as i situate myself comfortably, losing my balance and falling forward, my body collapsing onto his chest.
âwhoops.â i mumble, bursting into laughter as tom does the same, trying to pick me back up as his hands place themselves onto my shoulders, pushing me upward so that i sit on his lap once again. though once i regain my balance, the small smile that rests on tomâs lips soon disappears, the laughter replaced by a heavy silence, thick with unexpected tension. his hands rest more firmly on my waist now, face seeming to get closer and closer to my own, so close that his breath fans onto my face, lips ghosting just below my nose.
his eyes look into mine, darkened and filled with lust, almost questioning whether he should make the move. the alcohol is still in charge, still the thing that fuels both tomâs and my own decision making, but behind the drunkenness, i see the real tom, and somewhere amidst the blur of alcohol and lust, i can tell that he is fighting with himself. though after a few seconds, the decision is made, seemingly with little debate as he pushes his lips onto mine harshly, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. the kiss is sloppy, messy, irrational, everything that it should be, fuelled by alcohol and unforeseen desire. but whether it is the bottle of vodka i had just drank talking, or the genuine need that only grows as each second passes, it feels right.
and tomâs actions show that he feels the same way. from our clothes being impatiently pulled off of our bodies, lips tangled in a heated mess, to his dick being inside me, something within me tells me that this should be happening, even if our drunken state is the cause.
âfuckâŚyou feel so good.â he groans from above me, maintaining a steady pace, his words still slurred. sweat lines his body, starting at his forehead, his dreads resting on his shoulders, trailing down to his torso. and as i watch him move in and out of me, i take a second to admire his body - his skin, biceps, the way each muscle flexes slightly when he thrusts into me, my mind wondering how it had taken me this long to realise how hot he is. sure, i had known that he was attractive, his overly obsessive fans made that clear enough, but it had taken him being totally naked on top of me to realise that they have been right this entire time, and god, i want nothing more than this moment to last forever.
âiâm getting close.â he mumbles from above me, his head moving to rest in the crook of my neck, placing rough kisses there as his tongue moves across the skin in place of his mouth. when his dick begins to twitch inside of me, i soon realise that it canât last forever, that in a few minutes, or when the alcohol wares off, we will have to go back to normal, to act like he didnât just fuck me - his best friend of over ten years.
his head returns from my shoulder, a loud groan escaping his lips as i feel him shoot his cum inside of me, his eyes squeezing shut, lips slightly parted as he curses under his breath. and it doesnât take long for my own release to follow, the loud moan that sounds from the back of my throat muffled by tomâs lips as he presses them onto my own, mumbling a quick âshhhâ against me. he rides out our highs, pulling out after a minute and collapsing on top of me, tired and breathless. we lay in silence, tom occasionally pressing quick kisses onto my shoulder, our bodies completely spent.
despite how little we speak about it, that night stays clear in my memory, able to remember it like it was yesterday, even though today marks three years since we did something that should have changed our friendship forever. sure, it was awkward for a little while after, but after the mutual decision to put it behind us âfor the sake of our friendshipâ, blaming it purely on the alcohol, we had moved on, maintaining our close bond that had existed since we were kids. it seemed to special to ruin, too important to destroy for the sake of the possibility of falling in love, knowing that it would be too risky to pursue something, the small yet very real chance that it wouldnât work out holding the ability to ruin our friendship forever.
but god, i would be stupid to deny the way my heart tugs at its strings whenever i see him, whenever i hug him in a way that is strictly platonic, wondering if somewhere he feels the same way as i do.
âyou okay?â a voice snaps me out of my train of thought, my head turning to its source as tomâs brown eyes look into my own, a small smile on his face. i quickly nod my head, turning away and focusing on gustav as he takes a present from under the tree, flashing me a smile once he realises that it is from me.
tom doesnât give in though, his voice interrupting my own from beside me as i am in the process of listening to gustav, a smile on his face whilst he thanks me for his gift.
âyou sure?â tom asks, his voice low and uncertain, expression bordering confused when i forge a smile, reassuring him that i am fine, knowing that i am far from it, the reminder that three years ago things were so different still acting as a raw wound, despite how easily tom had seemed to get over it.
âno youâre not. come on.â he takes my hand, guiding me out of the room as i turn around, hoping that nobody had noticed, sighing in relief when i realise that they are all immersed in their own conversations. tom guides me into the kitchen, moving me so that my body is against the counter, his own in front of me, stopping me from leaving.
âwhat are you doing? the party is out there, bill was about to open the gift i got for him.â i furrow my eyebrows, attempting to leave the kitchen, though tomâs hand is quick to place itself on my wrist gently, pulling me back to rest against the counter.
âi can tell when youâre not okay. something is bothering you. whatâs wrong?â his voice is much more serious this time, no longer holding that playful tone that it had before.
i sigh, breaking eye contact and staring at the ground, fingers reaching to play with the material of my christmas sweater, trying anything to distract myself from the tears that begin to pool at my waterline. i know that i canât escape from this now, becoming aware that even if i attempt to lie, tom will see right through it.
âcome on, you can talk to me you know? iâm your best friend-â
âthatâs the fucking problem.â i mumble, silently cursing myself the second the words leave my mouth, praying that they were quiet enough for tom to not understand them. though when his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side, i quickly realise that he got every word. his mouth opens to speak, only for a few seconds as he closes it again, mind working faster than it ever has before, working to think of a response.
âwhat do you mean?â he asks eventually, my eyes meeting his own. his gaze softens when he registers the tears that fall down my cheeks. he reaches forward, his arms trying to wrap around my frame and pull me into a hug, though i refuse his embrace, not able to handle the emotional torture of another hug, knowing that it will never mean anything more than means of comfort, rather than an act of affection out of love. his eyebrows furrow in confusion when i push him away gently, his tongue moving outward to swipe against his lip ring, fingers adjusting the bandana that adorns his jet black braids - the one thing that is different about him since that day.
âwhy do you act like nothing happened?â i ask, my voice low and weak, eyes finally finding the courage to meet his own. he stays silent, knowing exactly what i am talking about without even mentioning it directly. because no matter how much we act like it never happened, i know that both of us will never be able to forget it, even if he acts like he has. i take his silence as i sign to continue, taking the opportunity to get this off of my chest. âyou act like that night never happened, and it fucking infuriates me. you speak to me, you look at me, you hug me, but itâs not the same anymore. you can try and act like you donât remember it, but i fucking canât. i canât sit back anymore and act normal around you knowing that we did it. and then you stand here and call me your fucking friend. it kills me that you donât even care, that it means nothing at all to you-â
he cuts me off, though not with his voice. not with a quick remark, not with a reminder that we are just friends, that we can never be anything more; but with his lips, pressing them to my own. they are soft, just as i had remembered them, the coldness of his lip ring just as addictive as it had been the first time. and though it only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away, it still ignites that spark within me that had been lifeless since we had promised to forget about what had happened. his forehead rests against mine, hands pulling my body against his own as he wraps his arms around my waist.
âwho said that i donât care about what happened, hm?â his face remains inches away from mine, his hands reaching upward to wipe the tears that rest on my cheeks. he doesnât pull back, instead pressing my body against his once again. âi think about it, all the time. and every single time, i think about what could have happened if we didnât push it aside, if we actually acted on it. but then i remind myself that you didnât want that, and i canât lose you. so i just decided to not speak about it. but donât think for a second that i forgot.â
i stay silent, unsure of what to say, trying to fathom what his confession truly means. is he saying that he feels the same way, or was the kiss out of pity, one to stop the tears that continue to fall?
âwhat are you saying?â i whisper, pursing my lips and looking at the floor, breaking eye contact once again. though it is only short lived, my eyes soon returning to look at his own as he lifts my face up, his hands now resting on either side of it.
âiâm saying that i donât want to be just your best friend anymore. i donât think my heart can handle that.â
my eyes widen, mouth opening to speak, finding myself at a loss for words as no sound escapes. once again, tomâs actions seem to speak louder than any words would have been able to, his arms scooping me up as he kisses me once again. it is gentler this time, lacking the lust behind that it had the first time we had kissed. it holds much more meaning behind it than just drunken desire. this time, it carries the silent promise of every single thing that i have ever wanted since that night - love.
âyou knowâŚi wasnât totally shitfaced when i asked you to kiss me that night.â he says once he pulls away, a playful smile now tugging on his lips. i shake my head, pulling him by his shirt and kissing him once again. he smiles into the kiss, quickly reciprocating as he moves his lips against my own.
âoh my god.â
i quickly push tom away, his lips pink and swollen as he turns around, my eyes widening once i see bill standing in the doorway of the kitchen with some empty plates in either hand. his mouth is wide open, body standing completely still in shock.
âiâll justâŚleave these here.â he quickly says, rushing toward the sink and practically throwing the plates in there, shooting me a quick glance before leaving.
i look upward at tom, who seems to be unfazed by the situation, his thumb reaching upward to swipe at the lipgloss that had stained his lips. he meets my gaze, shrugging his shoulders and wrapping his arm around me, pulling my body to rest against his own, our chests together.
âat least we donât have to figure out a way to tell everybody else. bill would have told them all by now.â
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maybe it ain't so bad
Bouncer!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader (established relationship) - Part of Happy Hours
Your boyfriend doesnât like Christmas much. Inside his huge soft heart, he carries the memories of Christmases good and bad. After this year, the first Christmas you will actually get to spend together, he might feel a little warmer towards the HolidaysâŚ
Word Count 4.4k
Contents / Warnings | 18+ | Eddie & Reader are in their mid/late twenties | Loss of a parent, mention of child neglect and abuse | No explicit sex, nonetheless this is an 18+ fic - making out on the sofa, brief choking mention, Eddieâs love of hickies, being horny and in love, mentions of sex and post-sex softness, âslutâ as a term of endearment | No physical descriptions of reader; the image used in the header is not indicative of Bartender Reader in this series
Note I missed our metalhead bouncer boyfriend. I tried and tried not to make this sad or angsty. A quick moment to say thank you for all the love over the last sixish months while I have been writing and sharing my work. Itâs a joy, truly! Have a cosy holiday season, sweet angels!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Christmas, 1992Â
Eddie Munson didnât care for Christmas.
A long time had passed since the last Christmas with his Mom, but each year the scabbed-over wound inside him tore and stung and bled just a little more around the Holidays.Â
It might be more accurate to say then that Eddie Munson did not let himself care for Christmas. It hurt him to care about it, to remember the good ones and the bad ones with his mother, so he tried to just not care.Â
When he closed his eyes, he could still see the coloured string lights wound around the shitty plastic tree, glinting against baubles that had seen better days. He could feel her hands holding his much smaller ones as they danced together to Christmas records, the way she held him safe and steady to place the star on top of the tree. The shininess of it all had pulled his attention from her pilled and threadbare sweaters and the bruise-like bags beneath her eyes. The festive earworms drowned out her tearful phone calls to her parents for some extra cash to make sure Eddie would have a present from Santa beneath the tree this year, and her promises that her no-good-husband would see a penny of it.
As he watches you hanging shiny-and-new decorations on the branches of the small fir in the corner of your shared living room, humming to music only you could hear, he could not help but think of her. It hurt, but the smile that spread across your face when you caught him watching soothed his soul just a little bit.
âHi, handsome.âÂ
Your voice and that cosy greeting, the eye-sparkling smile you wear when he comes home to you, feels like stepping into a warm bath every single time. Itâs a hug before you even open your arms to him.
You watch him unwind his scarf and shake out his frosted curls once his jacket has been hung on its peg. His boots are slipped off and left to pick up later.Â
âHowâd it go?â
Eddie stares at the shiny ornament hanging between your fingers on gold thread, lost somewhere in his head or hypnotised by the way it caught the light until you call his name again.Â
âSorry, yeah. Went good. Youâve been busyâŚâ
While Eddie was teaching his last guitar lesson before the Holidays, you had draped the tree with shiny bright lights and made a start on the baubles, hanging them extra-slowly in the hope that your boyfriend might want to help when he got home. Neither of you had work tonight, scheduled off synchronously as a little reward for working Christmas Eve.
âYou wanna help?â you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes, even as you readied yourself for rejection.
You knew his feelings about Christmas - not just his capitalist hellscape rant that came out whenever someone asked if he was looking forward to the holidays, but you knew the deep emotional pain he carried as another year passed without her. Every year the taste of her cinnamon-spiced sugar cookies and the scent of her perfume, that special Mom Smell, faded more in his memories.
For the first Christmas you would actually spend together as a couple, you wanted it to be special and cosy. You wanted Eddie to feel comfortable and safe, not like a prisoner bound in tinsel as you forced him to watch Miracle on 34th Street or How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (though he did have a soft spot for the green guy). A lazy few days cocooned in your apartment, a nice no-fuss dinner and quality time together. It helped too that you could pick up the Christmas Eve shift in the bar instead of travelling out of the state to sit at home with your families and miss each other, count the days until you hopped back on the plane to OâHare, and pray that Eddie would drive safe on the icy roads around Hawkins.Â
The decorations had been a compromise; Eddie never usually bothered and you liked to spend at least half a day making your home look like a festive explosion. A deal had been made on a small tree with a few lights.
You looked at that tree now, its small and slightly wonky stature had charmed you. Eddieâs staring at it too and you can see a glimpse of the broken boy Eddie once was; it makes your heart hurt.Â
âIs it too much? I can stopâŚâ Your voice is quiet.
Eddie shakes his head and plasters on a smile for you that makes your chest ache, before rounding the sofa on socked feet to press a kiss to your head and squeeze you around the middle.
His nose is cold from being outside. That fresh scent of bright winter air clings to him and slowly melts away inside the warm flat you share.Â
âLooks great.â Eddie picks up a random red bauble. âWhere does this one go?â
âWherever you want it to go. Just look for the bare spots.âÂ
You tamp down any fizzing excitement that heâs taking an interest, then feel guilty that you are thinking of him like heâs a wild animal who is easily spooked.Â
Eddie brings you back to reality, just like always.
âYou gonna move it later when Iâm not looking?â he asks, brows raising beneath his bangs as you loop your ornament on a branch.Â
That âI know you too well for your cute lies, babeâ look he gave you made your cheeks feel warm. It was close to his âyouâre pushinâ it and youâre being a brat on purposeâ look. That one was fun.
âOnly if itâs too close to another red.â
He had seen you and Michelle in full-festive-flight when you decorated the bar every year; every year he braved the cold of the beer cellar or the back alley to stay well out of your way lest he be roped into a squabble on the placement of some stupid garland.Â
Not fully convinced, Eddie zeroes in a bare spot (not too near to another red ball) and slips it over the branch with less practiced precision. Itâs perfect.
You lean over to smack a kiss on your boyfriendâs cheek. âYouâre a natural, Teddy.âÂ
His arm slips and winds around your waist, squeezing the squish of your hips before he presses his lips to your head. âDo I get a reward?âÂ
Eddieâs touch and the low timbre of his voice stoke the cosy glow in your body into something more fiery and exciting. His fingers skate along the waistband of your sweatpants, tracing up beneath your (his) hoodie. He knows exactly what heâs doing.Â
Two can play that game.
âFor one little bauble? Iâm not that easy, Munson.âÂ
It pains you to pull yourself away but the warmth and hunger in his gaze feeds your ego and the flame in your gut.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing, I need you to show me.â His fingers reach out to grab the empty space between you.Â
Your eyes roll as you crouch to pick up two more baubles.
âGimme a kiss for every decoration I put on then?â Eddie suggested, âIâll keep tally.â
A slow smile makes its way onto your face and you nod. âThat could be arranged. Donât half-ass it though, theyâll fall off if theyâre not on properly.â Your eyes narrow in warning, âIâll bite you instead of kiss you if you half-ass it.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, honey,â Eddie smirks and takes both baubles from you - one gold, one pink - and hangs them on his fingers, strategically dangling them right over his nipples. He gets the exact reaction he was hoping for - an eye-roll and that smile you do when you try not to laugh at his silliness. That smile that had made him fall for you.
âAnd you know my motto - full ass or no ass at all. No half-assinâ around here.âÂ
Before you can make a smart comment about his flat ass, Eddie takes his time to thoughtfully hang the ornaments in two bare spots and surveys his work with a quietly-pleased hum. You could imagine what he was like as a kid, bargaining for an extra cookie once the tree was decorated, or an extra bedtime story. You didnât hang any more decorations in favour of watching him work for a few moments, the colourful glow of the lights on his pale skin.Â
He catches you staring and softens, winks at you as he picks two more baubles up. One for you, one for him.Â
After passing the gold string between your fingers, you press a bonus-kiss to Eddieâs lips before finishing off your first tree together. Neither of you acknowledges with words how special it is, but itâs there. You squabble playfully when you get in each otherâs way or when Eddie slaps your ass while heâs reaching for the snowman ornament you have had since you were a kid.Â
You had accumulated a little collection of retro Christmas decorations in thrift shops over the years - pretty vintage baubles and kitschy ornaments, a few random or weird tchotchkes. A purchase from last year - a glittery skull wearing a Santa hat - earned instant approval from Eddie and pride of place on the tree. That one had caught your eye a few months after you two had started dating.
When the box of ornaments runs out, you take a step back and pull Eddieâs arm to join you.Â
âYou like it?â Your voice is quiet and careful as your cheek rests against the softness his sweater.
âPretty,â Eddie says, just as quiet. His arms wind around you and hold you against his chest, starting a slow rock from foot to foot.
âCan I give you something?â you ask, voice muffled against his chest.
Eddieâs brows shoot up, a flirty look in his eyes. âOh? You can give me whatever you want, babydoll.â
That wolfish grin of his still made you feel tingly all over, even as you rolled your eyes at him.
âItâs for the tree. Cool it, Romeo.âÂ
You pay this kiss-tax to be freed from the cosiness of his arms and slip into the bedroom for just a second. It is enough time for Eddie to edit a few baubles like itâs second nature to him, swapping out colours that are too close to each other and filling gaps until you arrive with a box. He has forgotten that he used to watch his mother do the same thing while he was content with his oven-warm cookies and cold milk on the couch.
You pass the box to Eddie. âItâs not really a gift. Itâs for both of us.â
âIs it lingerie?â His brows raise, hopefully suggestive, as he smooths a finger over the lovingly slapped-on bow. Lingerie has certainly proven itself to be quite the mutual gift over the last year. His mind wanders to that last deep purple set you bought, and he can feel himself starting to drool.
âEddie, just open it. Youâre going to be so disappointed, itâs lameâŚâ
At the talk of lingerie, you are acutely aware that you are currently dressed in sweats and one of his hoodies. In a funny sort of way, you know that the cosy combo does it for Eddie as much as lace and satin. The every-horny-for-your-boyfriend part of your brain considers wrapping yourself up in a big red bow for him. He would like that far too much.
He feigns coolness as he pulls the lid off and you push your unhinged thoughts away.
Inside, wrapped in crinkly red tissue paper, are two things - a matte black bauble with your initials curling together in shiny red calligraphy. Beside it, a small silver frame ornament with a candid snap of Eddie and you from Thanksgiving just passed, the one you spent in Hawkins with Wayne and his girlfriend. Youâre perched on his lap, arms looped around his neck, smiling and very clearly obsessed with each other.
âI just thought we could... We could start our own traditions. Little things.â You speak into the quietness of the room as Eddie stares into the box. You murmur to yourself when he doesnât answer, âYou didnât even want a tree, itâs so stupid.â
âStop that.â Eddieâs frown is serious. âMy girlfriend isnât stupid. How dare you.âÂ
âBut you donât even like Christmas⌠Itâs kinda stu-â
âDonât. Itâs fuckinâ thoughtful as fuck.â Eddie smiles softly at the ornaments, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. âYouâre too cute, baby.âÂ
Pressing a smiling kiss to your lips, Eddie could feel himself beginning to soften. Maybe this Christmas thing would not be so bad this yearâŚ
Christmas with Wayne was always low-key - some years his Uncle took a shift at the plant and they exchanged thoughtfully practical presents like new guitar strings or picks, a book or an album, novelty mugs and new baseball caps or shirts.Â
Wayne was not so fond of Christmas either. It reminded him of his heavy-handed drunk of a father, and the anxiety-inducing unanswered phone calls to his idiot brotherâs house after Elizabeth died. It reminded him of finding his nephew alone in a cold house on Christmas Day, without a tree or dinner when Al forgot to come home. The kid didnât have a single present to open from Santa.Â
When Eddie moved to the trailer with him, too wise to the big bad world to be so easily distracted by shiny things, Wayne made sure there was a present for Eddie every single year, a meal and some company - even if the kid didnât want it, even if Eddie screamed and threw a fit until he sobbed himself silent because he was just a little boy who missed his MamaâŚ
Now, in the cocoon of your home together, Eddie's smile brims with child-like innocence, touched by the weight of wanting to start your own traditions together. You knew you were it for each other, but the little reminder of how much you meant it makes him glow.
He puts the box down and cups your face, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach. âGod, Iâm so in love with you,â he growls like a happy demon, making you laugh.Â
Contently trapped against his body, soft and lean in all the right places, you release the breath you had been holding as Eddie studies the contents of the gift box again.Â
âLook at these! I need this picture for my wallet. I need like, six copies,â he murmurs, âHave you ever seen a hotter couple?â Eddie brushes his thumb over the velvety loop of ribbon to hang it on the tree. âWe need this for our grandkids, baby.âÂ
âLaurel took it. Iâll get you another copy.â Your face hurts from smiling as he kisses your cheek again. Wayneâs girlfriend was fond of you both, particularly Eddie.
âAnd this? Fuckinâ gothic as hell, I love it.â He strokes the intertwined initials before putting the box down to hug you just a shade off too tight. Nuzzling your noses together, he asks, âWhere are we going to hang âem?â
âFront and centre?â you suggested, shrugging a little. âWe could move that oneâŚâ
âCreepy Santa?â
âBanish him to the back of the tree. Begone, creep.â
Eddie chokes a laugh and muttered, âI love when you say nerdy shit, baby,â before unwinding his arms from around you to banish Creepy Santa.
âMy boyfriend is a huge nerd, I canât help it,â you tease.
After some careful re-arranging, the two new additions take pride of place on your tree. Eddieâs tongue had stuck out in concentration as he balanced them both so carefully; you wished you had your camera to capture the moment, not that you would ever forget it.Â
You are wrapped up in his arms again once you agree on the placement, nose to nose as Eddie tells you how much he loves you again. The little noise he makes when you slip your hands into his back pockets hits low in your gut.
âYou saving those kisses you earned or cashing them in, hot stuff?â you ask, tracing his jaw with the tip of your nose.
Eddieâs teeth flash in the low light; the room is shadowy and warm in the glow of string lights and a dim lamp in the corner.Â
âOh, Iâm saving them up, princess. Might claim one or two right now, but the rest are staying with me. Got a pocketful of IOUs for kisses.â
You press your face against his shoulder, smiling. âThatâs so ominous, Teddy.âÂ
âNext time youâre mad at me? Kiss token. When youâre too busy with stupid chores to take my human right to be kissed seriously? Pucker the fuck up, pretty girl.âÂ
You love him all ways, but especially like this; playful and fun, flirting hard with you. Eddieâs using his voice in a way you know comes from years of playing DnD, and a stint in the drama club at school. Heâs in-your-face-flirty, never subtle. This is the man who punched someone for you before you were even dating; thereâs nothing subtle about Eddie Munson.Â
No, thereâs absolutely nothing subtle about Eddie as his hips press forward against yours and he directs your mouth to his, cashing in the first of those kisses. He smiles when you chase him for more. You pull him closer, your hands on that flat ass of his, and sigh when his tongue licks across your bottom lip.Â
âThatâs one,â he whispers.Â
He cups your warm cheek, his pinky stroking your pulse point. He can feel your blood pump quicker when his breath breezes over your mouth, like the hard beating of butterfly wings that he feels too. Eddie likes how they have not gone away yet for either of you; over a year together and no sign of migration. He hopes they never leave.
âMânot counting. Just kiss me,â you whisper, a little whiney and needier than you had realised now that you are pressed up against him with nowhere else to be.Â
Never one to leave you hanging (unless that was part of the game you were playing), Eddie kisses you like a man starved. He craves that gasping whimper only he can pull from your throat, the flutter of your lashes when your tongues slide together.Â
You shiver when his chilly fingers slip up beneath your sweatshirt, palm flat to the small of your back - the part he likes to see arched when he takes you from behind.Â
Your lips buzz where they press against Eddieâs; the electricity passing between you makes you glow like Christmas lights.Â
Eddie can tell your brain is still working too hard and brings his hand to your throat; not squeezing but his touch just enough to bring you back to him. It makes you keen for him. A reminder of something you both want to try, but not before you work up to it and do a little more research.
âOkay?â he checks, kissing the corner of your mouth. He watches your eyes go dark, swallowed up by your pupils in the dim light.Â
âMhm,â you murmur, tilting your chin just enough to graze your lips against Eddieâs.
He blesses you with an all-too-brief kiss, knowing you need and want more. He backs up a few steps, taking you with him to sit on the couch. Sitting there, thighs spread and waiting, the way he looks up at you makes you clench. You take your place in his lap and spend a moment slowing it all down again, forehead to forehead with Eddieâs hands stroking your hips.Â
âI love you,â he whispers, the words tickling your lips.Â
âI know. Love you,â you murmur back, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You thumb the tired crescent beneath it, skating along his smiling cheek.Â
When he looks at you, it makes your heart beat double time; itâs not just the lust darkening his eyes, but pure adoration.Â
You cross your arms to wriggle out of the hoodie, stripped down to a cotton cami and a bra that had been relegated to comfy-wear-only. Eddie thinks you are a goddess, and he is completely and utterly down-bad for you. The glow of the Christmas tree behind you makes you look like some sort of angel.
âGorgeous,â he murmurs. His hands run up your sides and down again, pulling you in closer onto his lap. You can feel him beneath the layers of sweatpants and denim.Â
You lean into him again for another kiss, melting against Eddieâs warm chest when his hands begin to wander. He kisses you, his tongue twisted with yours as he takes his time. There is no rush this evening, no need to get off quick before your shift.Â
Without the deadline, you draw it out - kissing slow, hands wandering to squeeze and tease, hips rolling and grinding together hot and hard beneath the layers. You give extra attention to that spot on Eddieâs neck that makes him go cross-eyed, dragging your teeth over the little bruise he can hide beneath his hair (but he wonât because heâs a menace and a bit of a slut).Â
You pull off his black sweater - the one that hugs his arms and makes his waist look biteable - and kiss along the neckline of his tank top. Your fingers push at it and his silver chain when they get in the way of another bruise-making kiss that makes Eddie swear under his breath.Â
âBaby, fuck.âÂ
He grunts quietly when you push your hips together again, attempting to relieve some of the building ache between your thighs.Â
âMm, thatâs the plan,â you whisper, smiling against his collarbone when he chokes on his own throaty laugh.Â
When you look up at him there is a dusty pink flush across his cheeks. You watch his jaw drop just a fraction when your breath casts over the damp kisses you left on his neck. When your thumb catches purposefully on his nipple thereâs a quiet âfuckâ that tumbles from his tongue.Â
As his ability to be patient wanes, Eddie catches your lips again and slowly guides you to lie back against the sofa cushions.
âYou drive my crazy,â he whispers, brushing back the hair that had fallen around your face. He kisses you again, a whisper of teeth against your lip before your tongues meet in a filthy kiss.
You make space for him between your legs, lying chest to chest as close as possible without opening up your chest and letting him crawl inside, without physically melting together to become one. You lose yourself in each other, bathed in the warm light of the tree.
âYou didnât do a star. Or an angel, angel. Do you have one?â Eddieâs jeans and belt are undone around his hips as he sits with your feet in his lap, pulled back on to smoke out the window.
âI got distracted before I could put it up.â You wiggle your toes against his thigh, yelping when he runs his fingertips over the sole. You shove it beneath his leg, safe and warm away from his tickling fingers. âI have one. Itâs in that bag.âÂ
Back in your (Eddieâs) hoodie and your underwear, you point him toward the busted-around-the-edges gift bag left forgotten by the stereo. âYou wanna put it up?â
Eddie smells warm and smokey when he leans in for a kiss, a tinge of sweat lingering after making love to you. He still has his warm pink-cheeked glow and proudly wears the bruises from your sweet mouth, the red marks left by your fingernails on his back.Â
Three pecks later, he stands with a groan more befitting a man of his uncleâs age and picks up the bag. You watch him stare at the contents, an unreadable look on his face as he lifts it out.
Your star is kitschy as hell, gold with little tinsel pom-poms on the pointy edges and definitely older than both of you. Itâs not to everyoneâs taste, a little tacky perhaps, but that was part of its charm. When it caught your magpie-eye in a junk shop a few weeks ago you couldnât leave it behind. The had-seen-better-days tree-topper that had cost one whole dollar and seventy-five cents. It had glittered at you from the shelf and whispered âtake me with youâ.Â
âIf you hate it, we donât have to put it up. We could put Creepy Santa up there instead,â you mused, âOur creepy angelâŚâÂ
âI donât hate it. Itâs so⌠wrong in the best way.â Eddie turns the star-shape in his hands. It reminds him of the chintzy and bright Christmas trees and flashy lights in Forest Hills. âWhere the hell did you even get this thing?âÂ
âIn the little thrift store near the camera shop. The one where you got me those earringsâŚ?âÂ
âMm, I know it. Maybe we can un-banish the Creep too. I guess itâs Christmas after allâŚâ he reaches for the previously hidden Santa Claus figure with shifty eyes and rosy cheeks and replaces him near the top of the tree. âYeesh, youâre a weird little man.â He flicks Santa before lifting the star up. âYou wanna do the honours?â
From your cosy place on the couch, still pleasantly jelly-legged and tingly all over, you shake your head. âYou do it. Iâm comfy.âÂ
Eddie shrugs and reaches to balance the topper on the highest point of your perfectly wonky little tree, standing back with his hands on his hips before looking to you for approval.Â
You give Eddie two thumbs up before opening your arms for him. You barely brace for impact when he pounces on you, head thrown back laughing. âEd!â You squeak when he presses growling kisses to your neck.Â
Resting on your chest, Eddie looks up at you with those shiny baby-cow eyes you adore. He is so soft beneath it all. He makes your heart beat double time. You brush back his hair and kiss his forehead as he gets comfortable. You wrap your legs around him so he cannot go anywhere, even if he wanted to.Â
âCan we make this part of our tradition too?â he asks.
âMm, I like how you think, pretty boy.â
Your fingers comb through his curls as he rests his weight on you. There is nowhere you would rather be.
Eddie cannot keep himself from staring at the tree in the quiet bliss of it all. He soaks it in; the thud of your heart beneath his ear, the way the tree-lights blur his eyes when he stares at them for too long.Â
A small slow smile spreads onto his face. He decides then that maybe, just maybe, Christmas might not be so bad this year.
An easter egg for the babes who made it to the end - here's the picture from the header image (I love making photos like this for fics tbh). I like to think this is one of the pictures Eddie's Mom sent to Wayne and he still has it đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
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American Wasteland
Note: Sorry this took so long. I moved city and pretty much have a new life. Still obsessed with Rust, though, so some shit sticks
Warnings: 18+, talk of war, alcohol, drugs, sex work, talks of past domestic violence, smut, just genuine misery between the two of them
America venerates suffering, that's what Travis had always told Rust. Sacrifice isn't pure if it isn't coated in a blood so red and so hot that your family can smear over their words, for centuries to come, excusing their comfort, their indulgence, their ignorance. They are afforded that comfort off of slaughter beyond their imagining. At least, that's what had happened after 'nam. A hero for his fucking country was the propaganda they had fed Travis; squash the bug of communism and, along with it, massacre millions of innocents, because what is America without its sons who are willing to fight for it.? Yeah, a fucking hero for a father, who's night terrors kept both of them up at night and who kept his engraved lighter saying High Speed Low Drag in his hunting jacket, always. That same lighter that Rust had used to light his first cigarette: rolled up flimsily in newspaper with the leftover tobacco and tufts of filter that he'd scraped from Travis' cigarette butts. The same lighter that Cassandra is now using to light her Marlboro Gold, hands shaking,
'Rust. That's all I get, huh? Not even a fucking surname?!' she spits, through a shaky exhale.
'I ain't gonna give you my surname. The less you know about me, the better,' Rust says back, his stoic demeanour attempting to mask that churning in his stomach. One that he has realised isn't for him but for Cassandra.
'Is Rust even your actual name?'
'You want a fuckin' social security number, too?' Rust drawls dryly.
'Don't you-Don't,' Cassandra's head shoots up from where it's been in her hands, her shaking tone now gaining a momentum of uncontrollable anger, 'Jesus-fuck. You men are all the fucking same. I-I ain't staying in this fucking place, anymore. Fuck it, fuck you, fuck every goddamn person in this wasteland of a place!'
Rust regards her with an even look,
'You ain't going anywhere. Not tonight. You ain't in the right state.'
'You ain't my daddy, motherfucker.'
'Goddamn right, I ain't but I'm also the only person you have who doesn't want to take advantage of you. So, hedge your bets tomorrow, baby, but tonight you're stayin' here,' Rust's voice is lapidary, stopping Cassandra in her tracks as she starts to shove clothes and books into her duffel bag.
'I said: you ain't my daddy and you sure as hell ain't keeping me in a place where I don't want to be,' Cassandra says in a tone equally as gelid, throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder. That elegant, fine-boned shoulder tinged with its bronzed hue; some of the love bites that Rust had left a few nights ago decorating Cassandra's collarbone. Rust fears that the sentiment festering under his skin is nostalgia. A nostalgia that scares him and, then, makes him cruel,
'No, Cassandra. I ain't your daddy cause all he did for you was get heavy handed with you and cut you up with his empty liquor bottles when he really wanted to teach you about mouthin' off at him.'
The colour drains from Cassandra's face,
'How the fuck do you know about that?' a sudden spark of spite reaches her as she sneers, 'Pull my file in your spare time, huh?'
Rust grabs her arm and yanks up her tank top, ignoring her yelp. He nods to the fine, white line along her ribcage,
'I ain't a fuckin' idiot, Cassandra. Skateboardin' fall, my ass,' Rust snarls, holding her ribcage with a calloused hand. Cassandra viciously claws at his hand, tears threatening to spill from her eyes,
'Get off! Get the fuck off!' and Rusts lets her go cause in that moment, the smooth, sultry cadence made slightly husky from after-sex cigarettes reverts back to the pleading of a little girl. Cassandra's words are devoid of any real bite, Rust notes. All that rage has been stripped away and all that she is left with is the panic of a little girl's voice turning into burning sobs in her throat; the stale cookies in her stomach turning sour from terror. There's that wide eyed looked, too. He can see it as Cassandra hastily covers herself back up and rearranges the duffel bag back onto her shoulder.
'Fuck you, Rust,' she says his name like it's a poison that she needs to spit from her mouth before it corrodes the flesh into a pulpy mess. Corrosion. Rust. That's what he is, it's what he does because sometimes corrosion is needed to get to the bone of things; to see what everyone else in too caught up in their delusions or affectations about fucking Natural Law to truly comprehend.
'Don't you fu-Cassandra!' Rust's voice boils up from his chest in a rough bark, watching Cassandra explode out of the trailer door, almost stumble down the rusted metal steps and collapse into the red dirt. He thinks he can't get any angrier until he realises that she's pocketed the keys to his Harley, on her way out, and sees her bolt over to where it's parked, behind the trailer. A cloud of dust rises up as the bike rumbles out of neutral and Cassandra desperately revs on the accelerator; her legs hardly off of the ground before the Harley tears away. In other circumstances, the dramatics of the exit would have made Rust scoff and chalk it up to youth's thirst for impact: the flurry of a scene. Not now. Not when this kid is tearing down a highway in a bike that doesn't have enough gas to make it to Liberty, let alone wherever the fuck Cassandra thinks she's headed. A kid, Rust thinks, A fuckin' kid that I've pulled into the abyss with me. Rust calls her a kid now but knows that when he finds her, he'll treat her like she's grown. A sentiment that propels him into his truck, cursing to himself as the engine splutters.
It doesn't take long to track Cassandra down; there's only one road from the trailer park that lead to the freeway. No doubt, where Cassandra is headed to. Ride fast and hard, and get the fuck out when the heat starts to sting: the classic cocktail of self-preservation cooked up by kids who've already been burned. There are too many of them down here, below that Mason-Dixie line. Rust would know. Fuck, if he hasn't spent his entire career on the force witnessing the aftermath. Drugs, abuses, assaults, homicides: you name it. The abuser becomes the abused; Nietzsche's infinite return has those poor kids falling flat on their faces into the nice shit storm of generational maladjustments that their parents left for them. Shattered dreams, skin sucked dry from mosquitos, teeth black and rotting from sweet tea, underneath that sticky southern sun. Rust wants to believe that it's an innate sense of duty towards these kids is why he's currently violating every Highway Code there is. And for part of him, it is. The other part, however, won't allow himself the comfort of what he knows is a lie. What started as pure sex appeal has started to morph into something deeper, messier.
The bike has even less gas than he thought as, the first Texaco that he sees, has Cassandra next to the pumps trying to wrench open the bike's gas lock. She wants to be caught, Rust knows, Wants me to chase after her, show her I give a shit. If she didn't, she would've gotten a hell of a lot more reckless. He watches her, almost with pity, as her pulls into the gas station and slows the truck to a halt, the breaks groaning with their lack of galvanisation. Rust shoves the car door open, his leather boots landing heavily on tepid asphalt,
'Get your ass over here,' his voice rough, as he strides over to Cassandra.
'I told you to get the fuck away from me,' she whips around, her fury making her abandon her previous task.
'Get in the fuckin' truck, Cassandra. I ain't doing the whole scorned boyfriend act for these nosey fuckers,' Rust deadpans, his ice blue gaze conveying to her just how fucking pissed he is.
'Did you hear me, motherfucker? I said to go back to your junkie biker brothers, find some hooker so that you can fuck out your half-baked emotional needs and leave me the hell alone,' Cassandra says with such venom dripping from her mouth that she almost fully means it; warm milk out of hand, she resorts to spite. Not fully, though: Rust can see the tears glazing her eyes and that's enough for him. A firm hand comes to grasp Cassandra's arm and put her in what is practically a headlock as Rust drags her to the truck. Cassandra's duffel bag slips off of her shoulder as Rust holds her firmly against his chest, bicep right up against the column of her throat. Some old man up from his pump, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth as he calls over,
'Everything alright over there?' Not from the area, Rust notes. Not solely due to the licence plate and milky arms but the slight wariness of his expression. A man unacquainted with the imperatives that the arrid terrain commands. The violence. Cassandra takes it upon herself to drop the unwanted attention as she chokes out,
'They don't teach you to mind your own fucking business in Iowa?!' the rage in her voice stemming from a deep humiliation in how she must look, Rust's arm tight against her neck. Rust takes in the man's mortification and grits into her ear,
'Shut the fuck up.'
He opens the truck door and shoves her in, slamming the door and heading over to the driver's side to catch her as she climbs out. Rust concedes her a heavy slap to the face before getting in, essentially crowding her back to the passenger's side. As he starts the ignition and pulls out of the gas station, Cassandra is eerily quiet, tears leaving hot tracks of salt and mascara on her cheeks. Rust debates on whether it's shame at getting caught or just pure desolation at, once again, finding herself completely fucked over, until he feels his jeans' waistband go slack. He feels the air hit that sweaty patch of back where the barrel of his .38 S&W was pressed and licks the inside of his cheek in an almost smirk. There she is, Rust thinks, knowing full well Cassandra's loathing of acquiescence as she points the gun at his temple, sweat curling his caramel hairs.
'Pull over or, I swear to God, I'll put your brains all over your goddamn car windows,' Cassandra's voice is firm but Rust sees her fingers trembling. Red. Her nails are lacquered the same colour as a Shirley Temple, poised on cool gun metal of the safety.
'You don't want to shoot me, Cass,' Rust says, his tone flat.
'Oh, I don't?' Cassandra scoffs.
'Nah, you wanna make a fuckin' scene so that I'll burst into tears and beg for your fuckin' forgiveness or some shit. That ain't gonna work on me, baby. I'm around too many pussies who ain't man enough to pull a fuckin' trigger, as it is. I can tell when someone's bluffin'. And you, Cass, I can sure as hell tell when you're bluffin'.'
'How are you so sure?'
Rust looks at a small trail leading off of the main road before sparing a sideways glance,
'That gun ain't even cocked.'
Cassandra narrows her eyes and pulls the hammer back,
'Happy?'
Rust steers the truck off of the road, onto the rocky country road, before stopping and turning to her,
'You wanna go? Go.'
Cassandra's gaze falters before she contrives it into that practiced indifference,
'You're kicking me out?' she says, her voice so fragile that Rust almost feels bad for putting her in this situation but tough shit: wisdom comes hard.
'Nah, just callin' your bluff. You got 30 seconds to go, if you want to,' Rust says, not even facing her but staring straight out ahead.
Cassandra stares at him, lowering the gun, and looks around helplessly. The tears come back, not when she looks at Rust's stony expression or the destitute surroundings, but when she looks at her duffel bag. All her life fitting into some beat up gym bag and, now, she's about to throw away the one thing that can protect her. A gun isn't shit compared to his hand on her ass and his fingerprints bruising her thighs; not to these fucking animals. Rust gives her the mercy of two minutes of silence before speaking,
'You ain't movin',' he says more as a statement than a question.
'Don't mock me,' Cassandra murmurs out.
'I ain't mockin' you.'
'You know that I ain't gonna go. I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to.'
'You can and you will, eventually.'
'I ain't sure, Cra-Rust. You ain't either.'
'Use Crash. I don't need you gettin' confused and fuckin' this up,' Rust says, gruffly.
'You sure that's it?'
'Am I sure 'what's' it?' irritation starting to creep into his tone.
'That the reason you don't want me using your real name is cause I'll jeopardise your cover.'
'I thought you were smarter than that, Cass.'
'What the fuck's that supposed to mean?' Cassandra suddenly straightens, her voice hard but still slightly tremulous.
'I thought you were smarter than to get your emotions mixed up with what is gonna keep your ass outta the crossfire.'
It's a low blow but it hits home. Cassandra looks down at her scraped knees, gravel and raw skin, before looking up again; her voice now a whisper,
'Do you feel sorry for me?'
Rust clenches his jaw, the simple juvenility of the question making him feel sick. He knows neither of them will be able to bear whatever tidal wave of sentiment is about to breach their carefully instated distance. The partial revelation of his true identity has already been more of an unmasking than he can stomach; especially to someone he cares so deeply for as Cassandra. Her knowledge of 'Rust' throws whatever the fuck they are doing with each other into something that goes beyond sex and protection, and Rust can begin to feel everything veering off track. He won't allow her to expose herself to him like this, not when he's already emotionally fucked her over so much, today. So, Rust finally turns to her and says,
'Take off your top.'
Cassandra falters, her voice still that hoarse whisper as she ask,
'What?'
Rust wills himself to turn his pity into scorn,
'Did I fuckin' stutter? Take off your top. Those shorts, too,' he says, his tone unnervingly even and made rough from his Camels. Cassandra stares at him for a moment before indulging him: shirt discarded first before she lifts her hips and awkwardly shimmies out of them. Rust notices her holding her side, her hand cradling the scar; something she's never really done until now. Not until Rust had forced her shame into the searing white light of recognition. He knows what Cassandra must be thinking, grouping him into that homogenous, male blob of ill-intent: her next job, her next dance, her next humiliation. He tries to pretend that it doesn't slightly tear him the fuck up when she looks at him with those eyes, now cold.
'What now?' Cassandra asks, sitting up with her spine long and upright, shoulders terse.
Rust pats his lap,
'Come here.'
'Rust, I-'
'I ain't ever remember sayin' you could call me Rust, Cass,' he says harshly, completely disregarding whatever appeal Cassandra's about to make over how to treat her. Pretty words that don't mean shit to Rust nor to this godforsaken part of the country. A place where women bring guns in their purses to hookups and there are wards for the babies born hooked onto opioids, has no use for floral, storybook sex. Here, it's fast and it's hard and it's painful and it's often paid for. Cassandra knows this type of sex, or rather its corruption. So, she shuts up and sits in Rust's lap; swallowing the bitter pill of docility.
'Move 'em to the side,' Rust taps the waistband of her panties with his knuckles. For a moment, a light tinge comes across Cassandra's collarbones at the crassness of the act. She hooks her fingers into the waistband, moving to pull them down, before Rust grabs her wrist,
'I say to take 'em off, Cass?'
'No,' Cassandra murmurs, trying to asses if Rust is pissed beyond belief or on some pretty loopy downers.
'So, you can hear me. I was thinkin' otherwise, given some of the shit you've managed to pull,' that dangerous mix of anger and worry begins to seep into Rust's tone. He can feel her wet heat through the lace of her panties; almost disappointed that she can get turned on by this shit. Old habits die hard, Rust thinks, lighting a cigarette and leaning back into his seat,
'Undo my belt.'
Cassandra stares at him, holding unflinching eye contact as she unbuckles him and unzips his fly. It's like a game of fucking chicken: which of them is willing to degrade the other more, for the sake of self-preservation. Rust exhales a slow stream of smoke watching Cassandra's thighs tremble from the exertion of holding her position. He quirks an eyebrow,
'You gonna tap out on me, baby?'
'No.'
'You wanted this shit that bad, didn't you, Cass?' Rust says, the forcefulness in his tone coming out of the pit in his stomach when he thinks what he's done to her.
'I did. I wanted this shit. Don't paint me out to be some dumbass little girl who opened her legs to the first man who reminded her of her daddy. That ain't what this is. I'm tougher than that, you know I am,' her voice starting to tremble again. Her hands absentmindedly wrapped around her midsection., as if to protect herself from the next laceration.
'You want it? Then move those fuckin' panties to the side.'
Cassandra stares at Rust with that fucking stupid bravado of rapacity, before gripping the crotch of them to the side; the tepid truck air mixing with the heady scent of her arousal and Rust's cigarette smoke,
'Go on. Fuck me like a man.'
Rust looks up at her while he pulls down his boxers, before grabbing her bruised hips and slamming her onto him. Not giving a fuck about the sharp, shuddering inhale. The lamb must learn to run with the wolves and Cassandra is far from a lamb. Especially as she is now, gulping down her whimpers of pain, desperately rocking her hips against his coarse hair to stimulate her little nub. She buries her head into the crook of his neck, nose rubbing against his jugular as Rust lands a firm slap on her ass,
'Don't get sentimental on me now, Cass,' he manages to grit out, feeling her arousal literally drip down him, 'Fuck am I gonna do with a weak lil' thing, huh?'
Cassandra tries to nod, her eyes squeezed shut and her groans muffled into the leather of Rust's jacket. Rust wraps his arms around her, holding her in a vice grip for the third time today, all of which have been some form of degradation or excavation of the dirty, nasty shit that Cassandra keeps hidden under sultry, bedroom eyes and that cutthroat tongue. At least this time, the aggression of the act is more tangible; neither of them are allowed any delusions. Not with how Cassandra's spit smears against Rust's stubble when he fucks into her especially hard or the cutting of taught lace on her hipbone or Rust's still lit cigarette burning dangerously close to Cassandra's dark waves. Apt symbolism, Rust thinks, as she angles her head to inhale from the tip; eyes starting to roll slightly at the mixture of in adverted friction of her bundle of nerves, and Rust's angry, frantic pace. She turns to look him right, as she leans her head in him, exhaling the smoke right into his mouth. Rust catches some powdery grey wisps, shoving Cassandra down once more onto him. As she groans, her hands never loosening, Rust leans in to mutter into her ear,
'You never fuckin' learn. Do you, baby?'
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Sunset of death
Finnick Odair x gn!reader
TW: death, hunger games
note: this is really short and I fell asleep writing it
"I'm so sorry" you held your knife to his throat. The silver blade shining in the sunset, you could see it's colours filling it. Pressed into his tan skin, it looked like art. Imagining the blood covering it made you wanna throw up, but you had to admit that it would look disgustingly beautiful. Finnick Odair, a skinny, but really fit 14 year old boy laying and squeezing in the grip of your body. His sea green eyes, saturated like the sky, we're flickering with fear and betreyal. Not like he expected different, but it still *hurt*. You two had a bond, spending the days searching through the forest for food and other tributes, and the nights laying next to each other, his eyes like pools in the green darkness of nature. That little flicker of fire that mirrored in those same eyes was the same color as the sun. You looked up and then at the eyes. Watery and red.
"Just look at the sky, ok? Look at the sun. It's beautiful, isn't it? It has all sorts of different colors. The sun is such a bright yellow, it's shining and glowing so brightly." He hiccuped as he looked to the sky, his eyes squeezing because of the brightness. "Yeah, yeah, it's bright. It's as bright as you. You're my shining star, yeah? A star that shines during the day, a star that shines from preferring to glow when there's no one else, when it has all the place to shine. You'll always shine for me Finnick." Asshole. You didn't even remember his last name and you were holding a knife to his throat. "You'll always shine for everyone. They'll all love your shine, dead or not. You'll leave a dark spot in everyone's vision, a dark spot that won't dissapear if you're still looking at the sun. You won't die. You'll leave a dark spot in my vision too. You'll just... Shine like all the other stars. At least that way you would be with people who understand. Everyone who you had how I'm having you right now. With a weapon to the throat. Bug don't think about it now. Just look at the sky... How the dark clouds try to stop your shine. But even with them you still brighten the whole planet..." Another hiccup. He looked into your eyes and a tear fell down from your eyes. You tried to take a breath but it was too much. You were tired of doing this. Tired of killing. Tired of trying to do it nicely because the Capitol can't. But you had to. Because he deserved a nice death. Or at least a nice killer. Or at least a killer that was trying to be nice. Your mouth was slightly open as you took messy breaths, you feel your nose fill and fight your breathing, so you used your open mouth for it. You knew your whole face was burning. God, you were taking this worse than him. Even though the look of fear I the boys eyes was unmatched. He was looking at the sky and then to you, gasping, his throat dangerously almost touching the knife. "I'm so sorry Finn." You mumbled as you closed your eyes to fix your vision. Then you felt it. The sharp pain in your abdomen. You fell on your back close to him, your knife leaving your sweaty palm. The air escaped your lungs as your back hit the ground and a tall silhouette stepped on your hand and a leg pressed over yours leaving the pain in your abdomen stinging. Finnicks sea green eyes met yours as he took the knife and gently held it to your delicate throat.
"I would say some I trusted you, why did I you betray, don't you care about me shit, but we both know I would just be playing for the cameras. One of us was destined to die the moment we were reaped. I think we're both too scared to die, even though I have a feeling what comes after this won't be life." He whispered the last one in your ear. He was hiding behind a confident expression, but you were still close enough to see that same fear and now misery in his eyes as he held the knife. "I'm sorry honey. Even though I really shouldn't be. Just look at the sunset, yeah? Remember all those words you said to me." Your eyes left his his as you accepted your fate.
The sunset was beautiful. The sun was even lower now, and as it drowned even deeper you felt the knife slice your throat. Everything from then was just pain and sunsets. Distracted by the beauty, but still feeling it.
"Please don't look me in the eyes." He barely wishered, you knew his eyes were filled with tears. But you were fucking selfish. You couldn't die without getting a look in those eyes again. You looked at them and saw the ocean. He opened his mouth, but it was already too late. And the last thing you remember is that color.
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