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luxaofhesperides · 1 year ago

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Childhood friends to lovers ; requested by @starlightcat04!

Duke’s grandmother lived in Illinois when he was a kid, years before he and his parents were captured by the Joker and the news of it sent her to a hospital that she didn’t leave until Death arrived for her. But before all that, before his life upended and tore itself to shreds in front of him, Duke used to visit her in the summers.

His parents didn’t want to leave Gotham, but they also didn’t want him to grow up there amid all the crime and rogue attacks. The solution was to drive down to his grandmother’s house, suitcase in the trunk, and stay with him there for a few days before they returned to make sure no one broke into their house.

She lived in the outskirts of Amity Park, a town smaller than Gotham and much, much quieter. The change in scenery always blew his mind, and he spent most of his childhood summers running around the woods, accidentally scaring hikers.

There were other kids in Amity, further in towards the suburbs, but he never got along with most of them, too strange, only here for a month or so, and carrying an awareness and sense of danger that all Gothamites had.

He didn’t really have friends in Amity Park, except for one: Danny Fenton, local outcast due to his scientist parents'… everything. His only friend, a boy named Tucker, would always be gone in the summers as well, visiting family in Chicago and Pennsylvania.

They gravitated towards each other, as lonely kids tend to do.

Danny helped make those summers fun, full of laughter and skinned knees and smuggled tech from the Fenton household to mess around with. They shared stories of their lives, comparing Amity Park to Gotham, arguing over superheroes and getting distracted each time by how cool heroes were.

The last summer he ever went to Amity Park, Danny had gotten his first cell phone and eagerly gave Duke his number. Any time they weren’t together, they were texting until they fell asleep, phone still in hand.

The time they spent together was always limited, but Duke could swear that no one in the world knew him as well as Danny did.

He still misses him.

They still text and call when they can, but it’s gotten hard over the past few years. Duke was caught up in foster care and searching for his parents and being part of the We Are Robin gang and then becoming the Signal. Danny, from what he’s shared with Duke, went through similar things of recovering from a lab accident and then having his town be overrun with ghosts, of all things, which had the government get involved and cause problems.

The few times they were able to find a quiet night where they could just talk and be Duke and Danny again were nights he always treasured, though they left an ache in his chest when it was over.

It’s just been so long since they’ve seen each other in person. He doesn’t even know what Danny looks like anymore! And, sure, he could always ask for a picture, but it feels awkward. They know what they looked like before. And they’ve heard each other’s voices, know the basics of what’s going on in each other’s lives…

They still know each other, but Duke is all too aware of the distance that’s grown between them.

“Duke, seriously, what’s got you spacing out so much?” Steph asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Just thinking. Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” she says, “That you should do a road trip. Or just like, travel around. Check out college campuses. Enjoy your last summer vacation of high school! Trust me, you’ll want the break before going into senior year.”

“Just because you’re two years older than me—”

“Excuse me for trying to impart my wisdom! See if I help you again when I’m older and wiser.”

“Sure, Steph,” he says, “Whatever you say.”

She squints at him. “What’s with that tone? I’m being helpful right now!”

“Mhm.”

“Geez. I should have let Dick talk to you. Anyways, I already told Bruce that you wanted to do this, so he’s agreed to fund it.”

Duke jerks upright in his seat, nearly falling out of it. “You did WHAT?!”

“You’re welcome,” Steph grins, unrepentant.

“Steph, come on. This is unnecessary. Isn’t it better for me to help out more in the summer? Train more, work with the team on stuff, you know, important things?”

“Duke.” Steph’s voice suddenly turns serious and he can’t help but give her all his attention. “Listen to me. Your life is more important. If Gotham survived when Bruce was the only cape around, then it’ll survive while you prioritize your life. And that means touring colleges to figure out where you want to go.”

“I could just stay here and go to GCU.”

Steph just stares at him, unimpressed, and he has to admit, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not gonna do that.”

“Just enjoy traveling around, okay? And if you want someone to go with you…” she nudges him with her shoulder, repeatedly, very clearly hinting at something.

“I’ll be sure to ask Cass,” Duke says, and Steph rolls her eyes, but doesn’t deny that Cass would be a great travel partner.

Their conversation comes to a halt when an alarm on her phone goes off and she drops her head with a groan. She grabs her bag and takes off with a quick explanation that she has to get to class, one she hates but is determined to ace just to spite the professor, and in no time at all, Duke is alone again.

Without Steph providing him a distraction, Duke has nothing to do but read through his texts with Danny. It hasn’t been that long since they last talked; four days ago is nothing compared to the months of silence that went between them a few years ago. They’ve gotten better since staying in contact since then, and make sure to text at least once a week.

It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

He considers asking Danny where he’s planning to go. Maybe they could go to the same place together, live in the same apartment, be able to finally stick together. Not that it’ll ever happen; the more likely outcome is that they’ll be accepted into different universities, chose places closer to their respective homes, and still be far apart.

An idea begins to form in his mind.

They’ve had summers together before. Maybe they could have one more.

First, he needs to talk to Bruce.

He’s working from home, thankfully, typing away at a laptop in his office when Duke knocks on the door and pokes his head in.

“Duke,” Bruce smiles, pushes his laptop away. “Come in.”

“Hey. Steph said she talked to you about me traveling this summer?”

“Yes. She was very insistent that you go visit any universities that pique your interest. I’ve already agreed to fund everything, and I can take care of plane tickets and hotels as well.”

Duke nods, trying not to look too nervous. “Yeah, so about that. Could I travel with someone? Would that be cool? Or is this a thing for me only?”

Bruce blinks. “I promise cost is not an issue. Adding another person won’t be a problem. Who is it?”

“Ah, no one you know. He’s a childhood friend of mine who lives in Illinois, and I’d like to spend a summer with him again.”

“Who is it?”

Oh boy. Bruce is definitely going to find everything he can about Danny and his family and start interrogating Duke about him. But if that’s going to let him travel the country with Danny, then he’s more than willing to deal with it.

“Danny Fenton, from Amity Park. The town with the ghost problem.”

Bruce leans back in his chair. “I’ve heard of them. The League discussed investigating it when the news first got out, but Constantine warned us to stay away due to risk of possession. It seems that the local hero, Phantom, has it all in hand.” Bruce nods, already thinking deeply about his next steps. “Alright, I’ll need to do some research. And send me a list of the universities you’d like to visit so I can plan your itinerary.”

“Cool. Thanks, B.”

Duke leaves as quickly as he can after that, letting out a relieved breath once he’s sure no one is around to hear it.

Step one is done.

Now for step two: communication.

duke: hey, are you free for a call anytime soon? danny: yeah! we can call now if u want :)

Well! That was way faster than he was expecting.

He all but sprints through the halls to get to his room and locks the door behind himself. It won’t do much to stop anyone from actually coming in, but it is a sign that he wants privacy. Once he’s sure no one is going to be listening in and interrupting, Duke pulls up Danny’s contact and hits the call button.

It rings twice before Danny’s picking up, greeting him with a cheerful, “Hey Duke! What’s up?”

“Hey Danny,” he replies, unable to help the way his voice softens with affection. “So, this is totally out of the blue, but if you could spend this summer going around the country with me, would you?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously. You know I’d do anything to spend more time with you! Why?”

Duke grins. While he was sure about what Danny’s answer would be, that didn’t stop him from worrying about a rejection. “Well. Bruce has offered to fund the entire trip and bring someone along.”

“Wait, seriously? You want me to go with you?”

“Who else? Dude, you know I love spending time with you, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

“Oh my God, you’re serious. Duke! Yes, I want to be your travel buddy! Are you kidding me? In what world would I say no?”

“Hey, man, you can’t blame me for making sure. Are your parents going to be fine with that?”

Danny goes quiet, and Duke feels his heart drop. “Danny? Is something wrong?”

“No,” Danny says, followed by a bitter laugh. “They won’t care. I’ll just tell them I’m going traveling with a friend and that’ll be enough. They’re too busy to care much about what I do, these days. They probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, now that Jazz isn’t here to remind them that I exist.”

“How is Jazz, by the way? We could visit her.”

“She’s doing fine. Really loving Harvard. And I’d love that Duke. You’re the best.”

The mood of the conversation eases and they fall into the usual rhythm of catching each other up, chatting about their lives and any other thought that crosses their minds. It’s easy for the hours to slip away with Danny, and before he knows it, there’s a knock on his door as Alfred calls him for dinner.

He hangs up with a quick goodbye to Danny, along with a promise to send him the itinerary once it’s made.

Somehow, news of his summer plans get out by the end of the day. Which means Steph blabbed and feels no remorse about it. The next week of Duke’s life is overtaken by nearly every trying to help him plan and prepare for his trip, while lightly interrogating him about Danny. By the time he was heading off to the airport, agreeing to take one of Bruce’s smaller private planes which was piloted by a man who definitely wasn’t Jason going by the name 'Todd Jameson'. Of course not, that would be silly.

(Duke sighed very, very loudly when he saw Jason waving at him from outside the plane. He should have expected the guy to take advantage of Bruce needing a pilot and teasing him about Danny.)

He can’t bring himself to be too bother by it, though, when it means he’ll get to be with Danny again soon. Duke would pay any price to be with him again, so this is hardly anything.

They set off with a wave from Duke and Jason flipping the bird to the rest of the family. And then Jason is up in the cockpit, blasting his playlist of songs from musicals, and Duke is left to wait impatient for the next few hours until they reach Illinois.

The hours pass far too slow but also much too fast. Duke feels like he barely has time to prepare himself before they’re landing smoothly and Danny texts him to let him know he’s at the airport.

Jason sees him off before heading out to take a call from Roy, telling him to find his own way to his hotel. Duke barely pays him enough mind to say goodbye, grabbing his suitcase and hurrying into the airport, searching for the terminal Danny’s at.

He doesn’t find Danny first. Danny finds him and slams into him like a freight train. It’s only his training that keeps Duke from toppling over, dropping his suitcase to hold Danny. They cling to each other tightly, as if they might never see each other again. Danny’s got his legs wrapped around Duke’s waist like a koala, and Duke would be happy to carry him forever.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Danny murmurs into his ear. Duke shivers, holding him tighter, and smiles.

“Yeah. I know. Man, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“I think I can take a pretty good guess.”

Danny pulls away, dropping his feet back to the ground.

Duke is finally able to see Danny for the first time in years, and he’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a solid minute. Danny grew up fine. He’s got the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, and soft black hair that’s a little windswept and messy, and his grin is as bright and beautiful as always. For a moment, Duke wants nothing more than to kiss him.

Then Danny steps back and the thought fades.

“Ready to go? We’re going to UChicago first, yeah?”

“That’s the plan,” Duke says, falling into step with Danny as they make their way out of the airport. “Then a day just to hang out in Chicago before we head to Harvard.”

“Cool,” Danny grins. “Hotel first, though, right?”

“Yeah, man, catch up time is essential.”

Danny glances over at him, something unreadable in his eyes, but he smiles when he sees that Duke is already looking at him. “Let’s get going, then.”

Danny drives them in a car he apparently made himself, which explains why it’s a model Duke’s never seen before. It drives like a dream and Duke is very tempted to get Danny to make one for the Signal, maybe even wrangle up a contract to have him work with Batman Inc.

They spend the two hour drive chatting and laughing as if no time has passed at all since they last saw each other in person. All the years seem to fade away and they’re just Duke and Danny again, spending another summer together.

Check in goes smoothly, and the room Bruce has booked them is large, with two beds, a seating area, and a dining area. A glass door leads to a small balcony with two chairs and a fantastic view of the lake behind the hotel. They set both their suitcases on the luggage rack, and Duke only has time to turn to Danny to ask which bed he wants before he finds himself pressed up against the wall, Danny’s hands on his cheeks.

“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he whispers against Duke’s lips.

Duke doesn’t bother replying. He just leans in, closes the minuscule distance between them, and kisses Danny. It’s soft and sweet and everything he’s ever wanted.

Then Danny makes a small noise in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss. It goes from soft to heated and desperate and all consuming instantly. Duke slides his hands around Danny’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and thinks I never want to leave you again.

He’s completely lost track of time when Danny pulls back with gasp. They both take a few seconds to catch their breath, and Duke realizes his cheeks feel cold.

“Sorry,” Danny whispers, pulling his hands away. Duke catches them before they can go too far and holds them together.

“Sorry for what?”

“The frost,” he says, wiggling his fingers lightly. Duke glances down and sees that his fingertips are lightly coated in frost, spilling down his fingers.

“You have powers?”

“Came with the lab accident.”

“Man,” Duke says, “We have got to catch up properly. There’s a ton I haven’t told you.”

Danny laughs lightly, breathlessly. “Oh, for sure. But later. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years.”

“Danny, baby, you can kiss me all night if you want.”

“I intend to,” he says with a bright grin.

What else could Duke do but lean in and kiss him again?

Nothing else exists in that moment except them. Duke is so, so glad he’s got the rest of summer to spend with Danny. He’s going to take him on dates in every city they visit.

They’ve gone years without seeing each other. Duke refuses to let it happen again. Whatever future awaits them, he’ll do all he can to keep Danny in it.

But for now, he’s got his cute childhood friend to kiss and all the privacy a hotel room can offer. He fully intends to make the most of it.

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[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #dc x dp fic #my writing #it was struggle to keep this short bc i love this trope so much!!!#thank u for the prompt!! working on your other one right now :)

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moonlight-records · 6 months ago

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the storm | landoscarttpen

pairing: max verstappen x lando norris x oscar piastri

summary: max likes lando. oscar also likes lando. max and oscar hate the idea of sharing their favorite brit and therefore, each other. meanwhile lando is down bad for both and can't make a decision so there should be no problem with carlos trying to cash in a date with the brit years later...right?

warning: jealously, sorta fluff? just a lot of jealously

WC: 2.6K

a/n: this one is for @norrisleclercf1 who mentioned needing a max x lando x oscar!

before the storm | the storm | after the storm

If you had told Oscar when he first joined F1 as a rookie that he would fall for his teammate, Oscar probably would’ve laughed in your face. He was a rookie for christ sake, the last thing on his mind would be crushes let alone a relationship. He’d probably be confident enough to make a bet that it wouldn’t happen. Though his own heart would betray him and he would fall to Lando’s charm pretty quickly into the 2023 season. Luckily back then, it was concealed by how painfully shy Oscar was as he adjusted to F1.

Though after the summer break, Oscar started to come out of his shell more and more. Slowly but surely, the Brit managed to chip away at his walls to see who Oscar truly was. Each day the quiet, polite, awkwardly shy Aussie dissolved into the polite but unapologetic sassy Aussie that Prema had grown to know and love in F2. Not that it really upset Oscar it was only a matter of time but what did worry the Aussie was the more Lando chipped away the harder it would be for Oscar to keep his feelings at bay and have to admit he did have a crush on Lando. Oscar swore it must be a rookie curse. Lando and Carlos. Max and Daniel. Charles and Sebastian (did that one count? Oscar counted it anyway). Yet they all ended up being great friends, so surely these feelings would pass…right?

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Max didn’t do crushes. He didn’t do relationships. Hell, for the longest time he didn’t even do friendships. His father had drilled into him basically that racing came first and foremost. He couldn’t afford any form of relationship as it would become a distraction. Deep down, he knew that’s part of the reason he hated Charles growing up. The Monegasque was kind. Charming. Friendly. A major distraction that Max would stay clear of for his career (and mainly appease his father). Of course now, Max really could not give a flying fuck what his father wanted, even if it was for the “best”. He proved himself on the track at 17. He had become Red Bull’s new ‘golden boy’. He earned himself the name ‘Mad Max’. He had solidified himself as a 3rd time WDC. He could start living his life as he wanted.

Though there is one friend he had growing up. A friendship Max surprisingly kept under the radar of his father under a disguise. His friendship with Lando.

Unlike Charles, who he considers a good friend now, Lando has been one of his closest friends. Sure, it started the same. The friendly and bubbly Brit tried to befriend him during their karting days and Max soured it into a rivalry yet unlike Charles who accepted it and became his number one rival, Lando would not expect a role as rival…or maybe just second place. The Brit was persistent in their karting days. Still bubbly and friendly after an intense race. Still always saying hello and goodbye to Max. Still just there. It freaked Max out a it growing up. Most people would’ve backed off or stood down after Max snapped at them or ignored them but not Lando.

Lando wasn’t like most people.

It’s one of the things that drew Max closer to the Brit. He found himself actually attempting small talk with Lando after. Found himself looking for the Brit when he got to the track to greet the other. Flagging the Brit down after races and starting the now infamous ‘Maxsplaining’ and the Brit listened. Not once did the Brit shy away or try to run. He would stand there or walk with Max as Max rambled on, smiling and listening and even putting his own input into it.

When his father asked? Max simply said he’s getting to know his enemy better. “Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer…right?” he had asked his father. It was the one time he saw his father offer a genuine smile even if it was for the wrong reasons but his father agreed Max was right and clever for that. Looking back, Max laughs. His father was convinced that Max kept Lando around to learn more about the Brit to destroy him and stay #1 but that was never and would never be Max’s intention but if that’s what it took to keep this one friendship close to his chest, Max would take it.

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If there was one thing that Max and Oscar could agree on, it was the fact they did not like each other very much. It was funny, considering that both of them were deemed the ‘polite cats’ of the grid by the fans., the fact they both just speak their mind when they can, and even prefer to stay indoors / do their own thing so it was pretty shocking at the fact they didn’t really like each other.

It’s not because they had a major fight as they rarely hung out off the track. It wasn’t because they didn’t really know the other well (which Oscar will be using to his advantage on the track). I wasn’t over some stupid fight or anything the media had no idea about. It came down to one very simple thing: jealousy.

Oscar’s jealous at how close Lando and Max are. How they were childhood friends and ever since F1 they’ve only gotten closer. How Max, who would prefer to be at home on the sim with his cats threw together a party for Lando after his maiden win in Miami before Oscar could. How Lando would constantly talk about what he and Max were going to do. How after Austria, Oscar tried to cheer Lando up but he was so upset and worried about his friendship with Max was ruined (even though Oscar reassured Lando that it was just a track incident and that he should not stress) and how Lando was over the moon when Max and him hashed it out (which Oscar was happy about, since Lando was happy). It just irked Oscar to no end that he would never be able to compete with Max for Lando’s attention and have the same effect on Lando like Max does.

Though, one of them was Lando’s teammate. One of them got to share connecting hotel rooms with Lando. One got to travel with Lando often and explore. One got to do challenges. One got to sit in boring meetings with him and well. It wasn’t Max.

Max cannot stand how the Aussie showed up and weaseled his way into Lando’s life and, in his mind, heart. Max bitterly watched the Brit and Aussie from afar. The way Lando basically took Oscar into his arms to show him the strings. How the two were doing all these challenges and they could not keep a straight face for the life of them. How they were just so giggly and touchy. The way that whenever he was with the Brit, somehow he always mentions the Aussie. Oh and do NOT get Max started about Austria. He knew that both he and Lando were running on adrenaline and high emotions. He knew Lando was upset–he didn’t need to watch the interview since the younger driver wa right fucking next to him when they spoke about it post-race. Max knew they both needed time and they’d talk it out but Max needed longer after watching McLaren’s fan zone. He knew Lando was upset. He knew that Lando would rather be back in his room sulking and yet there he was. On stage with Oscar as Oscar took his shoe off to do a shoey before offering it to Lando with that stupid smile and he took it.

He took the shoe.

Lando did the shoey before launching Oscar’s shoe into the crowd. It did get to Max snicker, don’t get him wrong, but it was short lived when Lando turned back to his teammate and Oscar just cackled. Bending over slightly as he laughed and got Lando to laugh as well. Deep down, Max was happy that Lando wasn’t shutting in on himself and lost in his own mind, but anger flared through Max because that should be him doing a shoey (and he fucking hated them) with Lando and getting him to laugh. It should be him that spent almost 10 months traveling the world with the other (even if they flew together from time to time and Max was forcing Lando to to get on his jet after missing his flight since he didn’t think he would win Miami). Lando should be his teammate. Not Oscar’s.

Not that it really mattered. Max has been around since their karting days, Oscar has only been in Lando’s life for a year. If push came to shove and one of them had to go. It would not be Max.

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Having a crush as an F1 driver was hard enough. You couldn’t come outright and say that you had a crush on someone for many reasons. For starters, the grid was basically it’s own form of Love Island behind the scenes and if you told the wrong person then word spread faster than Lewis leak to move to Ferrari in 2025. Then, the media joined the mix. They ate that shit up and any chance of the sliver of privacy you had? Gone. Every single move you did would be watched. Anybody you hung out with could be suspected as a crush. Nobody was safe. The fans? Ruthless. They would speculate everything. Facial movements, clothes, locations. They would work faster than the FBI and you were never sure if you should be impressive or terrified. Why can’t a guy have a crush on his two closest friends in peace?

Oh yeah. Lando Norris had to go big or go home. One crush? Could NOT be him. Of course his crushes just happen to be none other than Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri. Best friend and current teammate.

Sure, the fans still rooted for Carlos and Lando. Lando did himself for a time after Carlos switched to Ferrari but the feelings died down. Then seeing Carlos with Teto more and more, Lando decided it was not worth the mental gymnastics anymore. Besides, he thinks that he and Calos work much better as best friends who make everyone question if they’re dating because are you really best friends with someone if you haven’t been mistaken as a couple?

Which is how Lando found himself plopping down on Carlos' hotel bed with a groan before grabbing the closest pillow and throwing it over his face before screaming into it. The Spaniard was sitting at the table, finishing something up on his laptop before bringing his gaze up to eye his younger friend.

��Everything alright, amigo?”

“No.” Lando slams the pillow onto the bed as he stares at the ceiling, “everything is not okay. Why do you think I’m hiding out here?”

“Because you have missed hanging out with me?” Carlos offers.

Lando scoffs slightly before turning his head to look at the Spaniard, “well duh,” he rolls his eyes, “but that was an unspoken thing.”

Carlos laughs softly which pulls a laugh out of Lando, “what’s going through your mind, amigo?”

Groaning slightly, Lando covers his face once again with the pillow before it’s yoinked off his face gently. A shadow covers the other’s face as Lando looks up at Carlos, “it’s just,” he sighs and lets himself deflate into the mattress, “being the middleman for Max and Oscar is getting really tiring and really frustrating.”

“Wait,” Carlos brows pull together, “Max and Oscar do not get along? Really? I thought they were at least–” he pauses for a moment, “friendly with each other. Hell, Oscar and I are friendly with each other and it seems we’re being forced to be enemies! Are you sure? Why?”

“Yes Carlos, I am sure,” Lando huffs as he sits up on his elbows, “I don’t know why. I cannot get an answer out of either of them but if I’m not there to play middleman, they will not talk to each other. If they do,” shivering, “it’s not pretty but they keep that typically private.”

“Oh…well, do you think it’s because of you?”

“Of me?” Lando repeats, “why would it be because of me?”

“Well, Max has been a longtime friend, no? And well, Oscar has become a close friend from being a teammate,” Carlos clears his throat to curb the venom in his voice at the statement, “maybe they aren’t exactly happy with sharing,” Carlos smirks slightly as he leans in slightly.

Lando’s breath hitches slightly. If this was Lando about two years ago, he’d be over the moon with how close he and Carlos are right now. If he was Lando from two years ago, he’d probably jump at this opportunity and close the distance but Lando was not that guy anymore. Carlos was doing whatever he was doing with Teto and Lando wasn’t going to deal with that and somehow by some luck he managed to curb those emotions but it was hard not to be tempted with the ‘what if’ starting with in front of him. Lando started to let his gaze dip to his lips before his eyes snapped to the door with a knock, yet the two are still there.

Finally after an eternity (it was a millisecond), Lando pulls himself up and back sliding out from under Carlos and rolling off the bed before going to the door. Opening it, there stood the man himself Teto.

“Ca–oh!” Teto says surprised, “Lando! I was not expecting you here. Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, I was kinda hiding out. Am I interrupting something? Carlos didn’t mention you’d be popping by tonight.”

“He didn’t?” Lando catches Teto’s gaze move to Carlos harden, “shocker.” When the gaze is back on Lando, it softens as he smiles. “Well, Carlos promised to come with me to get my first tattoo–”

“You’re getting a tattoo?!” Lando asks, “Does the shop also have a piercer? I’ve always wanted to get a tongue piercing.”

“You do?” Carlos asks in the background but he’s ignored.

Teto thinks, “I believe so. Do you want to come with me? You’d probably be a much better support system than that one,” Teto gestures to Lando and grins, offering an arm when Lando agrees while Carlos is trying to hurriedly put his shoes on, “let’s go then!”

“Hey! Wait for me! Do not leave you two!!”

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There was a knock on Max’s hotel door. Max barely looked up from his computer as he was trying to get his sim to work. There was a knock on the door again, a bit harsher and Max glared back in the direction but ignored it. After the third knock, even harsher, Max grunts as he rips his headset off and stalks over to the door. Flinging it open, he glares, “What?” He demands.

Oscar stands there while looking at the Dutchman. He’s not happy to be standing in front of Max’s door but he had nobody else to go to. He felt his jaw lock before he unclenched his jaw. “Well?” Max spat out, “What do you want, Oscar?”

“Did you know Lando and Carlos went to a tattoo parlor together and Lando pierced his tongue and Carlos took him out for ice cream?” Oscar asks finally as he turns his phone to show Max the photo Carlos had posted on his story.

Carlos had his arm wrapped around Lando’s shoulder, tucking the Brit into his side. Lando was giving a cheeky wink with his ice cream while Carlos was making some silly face but his cheek was too close to Lando’s for comfort. If one of them turned, they’d kiss the other’s cheek.

Oscar studies Max, seeing how the Dutchman’s eyes narrow in on the photo, the anger shifting from Oscar to the photo.

“What. The. Fuck?”

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serasvictoria · 2 years ago

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Title: Roller Queen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: A heatwave has hit Hawkins and bored out of his mind, Eddie tries to find something to do. He finds that something in the Palace Arcade…

Word Count: 6997

Content Warning: 18+ mdni. Semi-public sex. Oral sex (male receiving). Vaginal fingering.

Notes: This is what you get when you spend quite some time on Pinterest during a heatwave and suddenly finding a picture that just inspires you. The picture is all the way at the end, it just worked for me.

There is also one mention of the name Arlo in this and that's what I called the unnamed Hellfire member aka Corroded Coffin’s bass player, also known as the titular “Freak”. There’s an entire backstory in regards to why I gave him that name, but I won’t bore anyone to tears with that particular HC.

Betaread by @adrille88 Thanks again ❤️ Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

If he was really honest with himself, Eddie had to admit that he kind of liked heatwaves.

All the assholes would leave the town of Hawkins, abandoning the hot and humid place like a bunch of rats leaving a sinking ship, and they’d go spend a couple of days at their log cabins near some lake, leaving all the less fortunate residents behind.

Not that he thought that he was less fortunate, fuck no. He wouldn’t want golden boy Jason Carver’s shiny life. Sitting next to mommy, wearing his Sunday best and listening to daddy as he preached fire and brimstone to the congregation as they clutched their crucifixes. Lord knew where the bastard was now. Probably forced to suck up to some senator’s kid whilst he pretended that he wasn’t from some backwater shithole in Indiana.

So yeah, heatwaves weren’t all that bad. Besides, you could dress for the heat.

He was currently lazing about on the porch in an old pair of jeans that were cutoff right above the knee. His Motörhead shirt (which he had also modified after he tore it making it sleeveless as well as a little bit too short) was in a crumpled heap right next to him.

The only thing that was bugging him at the moment was trying to decide what to do.

It was the first summer after graduation, so he should have been spoiled for choice, but sadly that was not the case at all.

Steve and Robin were at work, like Jeff, and he didn’t feel like bothering them at their workplaces. Again. Dustin was at some kind of robotics camp. Wheeler had joined the Byers family for their last summer in California before they moved back to Hawkins. The Sinclairs were visiting relatives, as was Gareth. Arlo had been signed up for summer classes by his mother because he was failing a couple of classes.

So there was currently no one that he could shoot the shit with.

Usually Eddie wouldn’t have any problems on his own, he’d almost grown accustomed to it when he was a kid, but he was bored out of his mind at the moment. Didn’t help that he was coming off his previous high as well.

Absentmindedly scratching his neck, he brushed away some of the locks of hair that had come loose from his ponytail and that were sticking to his sweaty skin. He’d already taken a cold shower earlier and even that wasn’t enough to fight the heat.

The AC had also gone on the fritz at the worst possible time so staying in his bedroom wasn’t an option. Which meant that jacking off was off the cards, too. Because hey, when in doubt, jerk off. It was basically an unwritten rule.

Everyone that was still in town had either gone to the community pool or the woods, but those weren’t really places where we wanted or could go to. Lover’s Lake and Skull Rock were places that were worth considering, but you never knew if you’d disturb anyone whilst there and some people didn’t take too kindly to having an audience. And even if they were keen to have onlookers, that didn’t automatically mean that they’d want him there.

There wasn’t really much else to do apart from aimlessly driving through town until he found something that was worth his while.

Getting to his feet with a groan, he stretched out, grabbed his discarded shirt from the couch and put it on. His keys and cigarettes were on the small table next to him so he pocketed the packet of smokes and then locked the front door (even if no one was insane enough to attempt to steal anything from them, what with them having the good old Munson name and all).

As expected the van was hot as hell, so he rolled the windows all the way down on both sides before starting the engine and heading out of the trailer park in search of something to do.

Driving around town, he’s reminded of that Ghost Town song by The Specials (Robin was going through a bit of a ska phase at the moment) and before he knew it he was humming it which was in stark contrast to the Megadeth song, Wake Up Dead, that was currently blasting through the speakers.

Despite having previously decided that he wasn’t going to go to Family Video, he found himself driving in that direction anyway. Maybe Eddie could convince Steve to give him access to his backyard so he could have a dip in his pool in exchange for a couple of joints? Worth a shot.

This brought him right past the arcade, which was practically next door, a place that he hadn’t set foot in for quite some time. Together with Harrington, he seemed to have earned the dubious privilege of dropping the kids off there quite frequently, but he never joined them despite Henderson asking him to do so every single time.

He wasn’t about to have his ass kicked by some kid at-

Eddie swore that his eyes were seconds away from rolling out of their sockets.

All that he caught was a quick peek through the open doors of the arcade, but it had been enough to make him punch the brakes of his van and he came to a standstill right in front of the building.

Eddie had never parked his van so fast in his life.

When he got out of the van and walked across the asphalt to his destination, nerves set in, which was insane when he really thought about it. Why was he even nervous? Was it because he was seconds away from shooting his shot and potentially getting horrifically turned down?

The name of the place was lit up in purple neon on the awning over the doorway. Unbelievable that this was something that could make him set foot in the place after all this time, having seemingly graduated from it many years previous, constantly proclaiming that it wasn’t “his scene” since books and board games were more his thing.

That was a better excuse than saying that he had simply been unable to afford it. Money had always been tight in the Munson household and wasting a couple of quarters on something that he couldn’t even take home with him or put in his belly seemed pointless.

There’s an acne stricken teenager sitting on a folding chair next to the open door, a look of annoyance on his face that betrayed the fact that he didn’t want to be here at all.

“There’s a change machine inside. You know where to find me if it stops working,” he says with a bored tone when Eddie passes him by. The kid doesn’t say it, but his line sounds well practiced, leading him to believe that the aforementioned machine must have some issues.

It also sounds like the kid has no intention of going inside unless he absolutely must.

So that means that no one will see Eddie crash and burn if he does. And if he doesn’t, there won’t be anyone to disturb him either, so it was a win-win situation no matter what.

It was cooler inside, but only slightly. The AC was old and far too small to cool such a large space, but it still tried to do its job to the best of its abilities.

There were plenty of noises around him, machines beeping in an attempt to make him look at them, to make him see what he could play if he would only give them a couple of coins. He barely even seems to notice them at all, not caring about what the games have to offer him.

Not now.

The row of games that were visible from the door are all vacant. No one’s there to pour over them, desperately trying to win, so he moves on to the row next to it as he tries to find what he’s looking for. He’s about to turn the corner into the third, already somewhat convinced that his mind had been playing tricks on him, that the heat had fried his brain, when he comes to a sudden standstill and simply stares at the image before him.

Eddie had not imagined it, hadn’t gotten a severe case of heatstroke, hadn’t witnessed a mirage or anything of the sort. Even if mirage was probably the best word to describe what he was looking at.

You were leaning over the controls of one of the machines, tapping away at the buttons and moving the joystick back and forth.

That in itself wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Dustin often spoke of you with awe in his voice, regaling everyone with how good you were at the games at the arcade. You and Max held a lot of the high scores and that was pure catnip to the younger boys who only cared about trivial things like that. The fact that you were older only seemed to make you more appealing to them.

A fellow nerd.

An older fellow nerd.

An attractive, older fellow nerd.

Eddie had never really gotten it until now, but that was more down to what you were wearing, which was a lot more revealing than what you had worn when you still walked through the hallways of Hawkins High. Hell, Principal Higgins would probably have a heart attack if someone wore that to school.

In an effort to fight the heat, you were wearing a pair of cut off blue sweatpants, which were so short that they might as well be hotpants, and a dark blue bikini top. And on your feet were the signature roller skates that were very much an extension of yourself as it were.

He doesn’t think that he’s ever seen you without them when you weren’t in school or working. There’s even a story about how you kicked Andy Collins in the balls with them once, but no one has ever been able to confirm that particular story since it was very much based on hearsay.

It is a fact however that Andy doesn’t seem to sniff around you quite as much as he does with every other (single) female in town. Had to be a reason for that.

The corner of your mouth twitches, so you definitely noticed that you had an audience of one by now. It would be rude not to go over to say hello, right? Right? So Eddie starts moving, unsteady on his feet all of a sudden, like he had forgotten how to walk simply because he was in the presence of such beauty.

“Hi,” he croaks out and he raises his hand in greeting. “Pretty hot outside, huh.” He mentally slaps himself for saying that, because why on Earth had he decided to state the obvious? Guess that meant that trying to act cool had gone straight out the window. His remark makes you snort though, which he supposes is a win of sorts. “Anyway. Hi.”

“Hi,” you say with a grin, doing your best not to laugh, as you look up for a few seconds before focusing all your attention back on the game. “Don’t see you round here a lot.”

“Not much of a gamer,” Eddie admits, which technically wasn’t true, but he didn’t think that he had to clarify that he was talking about video games. You would have seen him around the arcade a lot more if he was into those.

“So why’re you here then?”

“Thought I’d check the place out. Henderson’s always talking about it.”

“Ah, Henderson,” you sigh and there’s a hint of exhaustion there that almost makes him laugh. “And that’s enough to get you to show up?”

“Maybe not just that.” His eyes skate over the curve of your ass and when he looks back at your face again, he can see that your eyebrows are raised. Subtlety had never been his strong point. “Busted,” he chuckles.

“Hm,” is all that he gets out of you before you look back at the screen once more.

Eddie tries his best to feign an interest in the game that you’re playing, Bubble Bobble, by trying to keep his eyes peeled on the screen. Even thinks about commenting on the cuteness of the green dinosaur that’s blowing bubbles at his enemies, but he doesn’t out of fear of looking like a complete fool. He actually opens his mouth once with the intention of commenting on how well you’re playing, but what the hell is he supposed to say?

‘Good game, hot stuff, but do you wanna get out of here and play a real game in the back of my van instead?’

Bad idea. Really bad idea. He’d prefer it if his nuts didn’t meet the boot of your skates. That would be a horrible ending to what was turning out to be a pretty good day so far. He’d like to end it on a high if he could, preferably with your phone number scribbled on a piece of paper in his pocket.

Damn, this was easier when he could hide behind his usual bravado, but he’d already fucked that one up from the moment that he started talking to you. Hell, he couldn’t even hide behind his hair, because it was in a messy ponytail right now.

Still, you haven’t told him to fuck off just yet so it wasn’t a complete disaster. He leans back against the side of the machine next to yours and he really looks at you this time.

God damn, he had always thought that you were pretty, but fuck, you looked good enough to eat right now. He catches the glint of a bead of sweat as it rolls down your neck, following it as it makes its way down your skin and ultimately disappears into the fabric of your bikini top.

Eddie can almost taste the salt on his tongue if he thinks about it hard enough.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Your voice cuts through the first wisps of the daydream that was forming in the back of his mind, one that already had his cock twitching in his pants, seconds away from begging him to excuse himself so he could jerk off in his van.

“I would if I had a camera,” he bites back.

You shake your head and sigh and a couple of seconds later the game makes a noise, something that even a newbie like him knew wasn’t good. As if to emphasize this, the words “game over” appear on the black screen.

“Thought you were good.”

“My heart wasn’t in it,” you say while the screen starts flashing the ‘insert coin’ message on the screen in an attempt to lure in new players. “It’s this damn heat.”

“Maybe you don’t do well with an audience.”

“You’re shitting me, right? You know how many times I have those little shitheads breathing down my neck?”

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “A lot?”

“Yup. I barely get any alone time as it is.”

There’s a sudden flush of guilt and he can feel his cheeks burn as they begin to color a dark shade of pink. He’s bothering you. You never said it, but that's what he reads between the lines.

“You want me to leave?” He’s already turning away from you, instantly apologetic, so he’s surprised when he feels your fingers touch his wrist.

“Did I say that?” He’s watching your hand, noticing the gentle pull on his arm which doesn’t stop until he makes no move to leave anymore. “Did I?”

Since you repeat yourself, you’re obviously expecting an answer. The only problem is that the heat combined with your touch are kind of short circuiting his brain.

Eddie eventually manages to get out a small “No?” which he considers a victory. At least it shows that he’s still capable of speech, if only a little.

“No,” you repeat after him and he’s instantly relaxed when he finds that his presence does seem to be wanted after all. He can’t stop his expression from falling a little when your hand lets go of his arm. “But you say you’re not a gamer. Maybe you just haven’t found one that you like yet.”

“Sweetheart, I haven’t been in here for years,” he says with a casual wave of his hand. “The flashing lights are about to give me an epileptic fit.”

“Was that a joke?”

“Yeah?”

“That was so funny I forgot to laugh,” you deadpan.

The flat tone of your voice makes him snort as well as make him wonder why he has never tried talking to you before.

He supposes that it was a form of thinly veiled jealousy over the kids liking you so much. But who cares about them? And why is he thinking about them so much anyway? Being in the presence of a hot girl combined with the stifling heat was really doing a number on his brain, that was for s-

You clap your hands together in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts for the second time since he was with you.

“Anyway!” you exclaim and clear your throat before continuing. “There’s a couple of old games in the back. Maybe you’d even recognise some of them, oldtimer. Want me to show you?”

“Which ones?”

“Pong, Death Race, Space Invaders, Asteroids… ring a bell?”

“Always was quite partial to Death Race actually.”

“Figures,” you grin. “Come on then,” you say as you push yourself away from the cabinet and start leading the way.

Eddie lets you take the lead, because it means that he can walk behind you and his eyes drop down immediately, unashamedly ogling your ass as you glide through the arcade.

On your way to the back, he hears the crinkling of plastic and watches you remove the orange wrapper from a lollipop before it disappears into your mouth. He swallows hard when your jaw moves, your cheek bulging as you keep moving the candy from side to side. He’s practically salivating as he tries very hard not to let his mind come up with images of how your cheeks would look if there was something else in your-

“There she is,” you break through his reverie again and he briefly wonders if it’s intentional, if you have some kind of inbuilt radar that alerts you whenever a guy is about to have some very impure thoughts in your vicinity. “Death Race.”

You point out the black cabinet at the end of the row of machines, the two steering wheels making it instantly recognisable. You come to a standstill right next to it and wave your hand over the front of it, like some bikini babe that they sometimes use to advertise cars.

“Goddamn,” he whistles in wonder. “Didn’t know they still had this one.”

“They do,” you reply as you stand to his left. “Don’t think they ever get rid of a game if it’s still working.” You dig around in your pocket and hold out a quarter to him. “Here. First game’s on me.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie takes the quarter from your fingers and puts it in the slot. “I’ll try to make it last.”

Unfortunately it doesn’t last that long. Sadly, he’s a little bit rusty. Not that he was any good when he still came here, but he finds himself wanting to impress you as much as he can.

Eddie’s on his fourth quarter when there’s an almost sickening crunch from your direction. Eddie looks up from the screen to see you chewing on the hard candy of your lollipop and he catches you tossing the stick in a garbage bin behind you. He wants to say something, but the words die on his tongue when your hand suddenly connects with his chest and he’s pushed back against the wall.

“Hey, wh-”

-at the hell.

The rest of the sentence comes out all muffled, because your lips crash into his hard. There’s barely time to close his mouth and you enthusiastically take advantage of that by licking into his mouth, your tongue connecting with his, and he can taste nothing but oranges. When he starts kissing you back, he can taste the same artificial nectarine flavor in your lip gloss.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you in closer and you sigh when his hands start rubbing up and down your back. You even giggle when one hand dips down lower and grabs your ass cheek.

There’s no opposition from him when you push him to the side, in between the opening between the black cabinet and the wall, one that the both of you fit into neatly, effectively shielding you and him from the view of others just enough.

Not that there was anyone else there apart from the bored employee that was still sitting outside and even he wouldn’t be able to see what the pair of you are doing from where he’s sitting.

“Aren’t-“ You pull away just far enough so Eddie can look in your eyes for a split second, see how blown out your pupils are, and then you dip your head down so you can drag your lips over his neck. “Aren’t you scared that anyone might see us?”

“No.” Your reply comes far too quickly and your teeth graze his Adam's apple slightly. “Why?”

“Wh- are you serious?”

“Mhm,” you hum against his skin. He gasps when you suck on his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “So sensitive.”

“Fuck.” At least Eddie can sort of peer into the space behind you now. He catches no movement whatsoever. And it’s not as if the arcade is rigged up with security cameras either. You stick your hands underneath his shirt, your fingers finding his nipples with ease and pinching them. “Damn, sweetheart.”

“What?” You look up at him, batting your eyelids almost too innocently, and when he doesn’t reply, you lick a stripe from the dip in his collarbone all the way up to his ear. “Cute,” you say directly into his ear before you gently tug on his lobe with your teeth. “You’re cute.”

Your intent couldn’t be more clear however. You wanted him and you were laying it on so thick that it was hard to ignore. It was all in the hungry way that you kissed him, filled with lust and longing, full of heat and desire.

Even though there shouldn’t be any mistaking your intentions, Eddie still wonders when it would be acceptable to invite you into his van. If he does it too early, you might smack him for being a perv, but if he does it too late, you might mistake it for disinterest, which would be a million miles off from what he wants. If only he had talked to you before, he would know what you were like a bit more, but all he has to go on are stories from Henderson and a handful of rumors.

There’s an unexpected brush of your fingers over the front of his jeans and it’s so light that he mistakes it for being accidental at first, but when it happens again and then again, it becomes a bit more difficult to ignore.

“Oh?” The triumphant tone in your voice is impossible to miss, because now you know that he was already half hard before and that was definitely because of you. “Thought that you had a couple of rolls of quarters in your pocket, but I think I was wrong.”

“You use that line a lot?”

The words came out too easily after all so naturally he’s curious, maybe even a little jealous, but he would never admit to that.

“Please,” you chuckle, “you think so little of me?”

“I don’t know. Don’t know you that well. Unfortunately.”

“You could get to know me. If you want to.”

“Hmmm. Tough question. Let me think about it.”

Eddie meant it as a joke, obviously, but he doesn’t miss how your brows furrow and how your hand stops moving, even if you can’t seem to stop your fingernails from scratching at the fabric.

His hips end up chasing your hand when you pull it away.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Eddie blinks, suddenly confused. “Is that a trick question?”

“Nope, just an honest one.”

“No.” It’s his turn to answer quickly now. And Christ, he feels like such a fucking dickhead for giving you the impression that he might not want this. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” you reply with a grin that’s bordering on feral, “because I really didn’t want to.”

“Then wh-?” He cuts off his sentence because your hand is back on his crotch again. You touch him with more intent now and he wonders if you can feel his dick twitching through the thick fabric. “Fuck.”

“Cause you looked a bit uncomfortable for a couple of seconds there. Figured that it was because of me.”

“It wasn’t, sweetheart. Trust me. Just never had a pretty girl seconds away from making me come in my pants like a schoolboy in a public place before.”

“Hmmm. I can think of something a lot better than that.” His eyes widen when you drop down onto your knees and start undoing his belt. “All you need to do is stay quiet.” A strangled kind of noise comes out of his mouth and it makes you grin even wider. “Think you can do that?”

“I’ll fucking try,” he squeaks out when you pull his pants down roughly to expose his underwear and his pale thighs. “I’ll really fucking try.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” Your hand rubs over the front of his boxers and he groans low in his throat. “No louder than that, okay?” You pull the last cloth barrier down, unveiling his cock and it proudly stands at attention. “Oh god,” you say, obviously impressed, “prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh yeah?” You lick at the glistening bead of precum on the tip and your eyes close briefly as you taste him. The noise you make is exaggerated, but fuck, who cares? “Like it that much?”

“Uh-huh,” you answer as the tip of your tongue starts following the trail of a prominent vein on the side of his shaft, chasing it all the way down to the base and then back up again. “I do.”

Eddie lets out a sigh when you finally wrap your lips around his cock and let him slip halfway into your mouth. You sit there, looking all pretty, your eyes on his, and he already knows that he won’t be able to get this image out of his head for as long as he lives.

You bob down a bit further, a mere inch at most, and then release him with a soft pop. You spit on your palm, circle your fingers around the shaft, and start working him with your hand.

Ducking your head, you sink your teeth into his pale thigh and then lick the already slightly reddening mark. You repeat this a few more times, much to Eddie’s amusement. The slight sting of your bites in combination with the movement of your hand are pushing him ever closer to the edge.

Having teased him enough, you take his dick into your mouth again and he briefly wonders if you would have still done this if the place had been a bit more crowded. Not that he thinks that the sound of screaming kids would have done anything to kill his boner. If anything, the sheer thought of there being a greater possibility of getting caught only turns him on more.

When you cup his balls and start massaging them, Eddie hisses through his teeth. Fuck, he really wasn’t gonna last long. He also had no idea how he was supposed to stay quiet. He didn’t consider himself particularly noisy (he was), but he liked talking and there was no way that he would be able to control the volume of his voice.

Not when you kept eagerly sucking him off and especially not when you were pairing it with a look that was practically spelling out how much you loved having his dick in your mouth.

You also look like you want him to crack, like you desperately want him to make noises that are way too loud, like you want to get caught giving him head in the back of the arcade.

“Shit,” he groans as softly as he can and he can feel the corners of your mouth twitch upwards into a smile. “Can’t help it,” he says, softer now. “Feels too fucking good.”

Humming around his length, you hollow out your cheeks and when your hands lightly grasp the back of his thighs so your fingertips can dance up and down his skin, he shudders.

Saliva was bubbling at the corners of your mouth and fuck, it has to be one of the hottest things that he’s ever seen. His hand instantly moves of its own volition, moving to the back of your head, and he pushes you down for a split second, stopping when your fingernails dig into his skin. He loosens his grip, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, but you don’t and your eyes are almost flashing a challenge to him, practically daring him to do it again.

So he does.

This time he holds you down a little bit longer, forcing you to take him in a little bit deeper and instantly letting go when you make a gagging noise. You stay right where you are, his dick halfway in your mouth, eyes still a little defiant, so he does it again, harder, and forcing his cock in deeper still. The discomfort is plain to see and when your fingernails drag down the back of his thighs harshly, he can feel it, too, but your grip on his legs relaxes soon enough. He scratches your scalp affectionately.

Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears, threatening to overflow, and his hand releases you so he can wipe at the corners of one of your eyes, in an attempt to brush your tears away.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetheart,” he admits. “You just look so fucking good like that.” You blink once which finally makes the tears spill out. “Good tears though, huh?” You make an affirmative noise even if he already knows the answer. “Good ‘cause I’m seconds away from coming all down that pretty throat of yours.”

He catches a glint in your eye, as if his words spurred you on, but Eddie’s entirely unprepared for what you do next.

Your hands grab his hips and you plunge your mouth all the way down his length until your lips make contact with the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. You gag around him, but you inhale deeply through your nose and manage to stay down for a bit longer.

Your throat muscles contracting around his cock is what pushes him over the edge and he comes in thick spurts down your throat. He bangs the back of his head against the wall behind him, his lips pressed tightly together to stop himself from shouting as he climaxes. His hands are balled to fists at his sides and he slams them against the wall as a form of channeling the pent-up energy that has nowhere else to go.

It takes him a short while to come back to his senses and his hands shake when he relaxes his grip. When he hazards a glance down, you’re still on your knees, his now soft cock still in your hands as you’re lazily licking up and down his shaft.

Reaching for your face, he touches the corner of your mouth and mumbles the words, “Show me.” You stick your tongue out obediently, showing him that there’s not a single drop of his cum left. “Good girl.”

Exhaling shakily, he manages to say, “up,” a couple of times, his fingers hooking under your chin and pulling in an effort to make you move faster. As soon as you’re on your feet, his lips crash into yours, his tongue invading your mouth until he can taste himself on your tongue.

His hands are everywhere. On your ass, your hips, your tits. He simply doesn’t know what to grab first, and it’s not like you seem to care either with how content your sighs are.

Changing positions, he pushes you up against the wall and hurriedly pulls his boxers and shorts back up. Your hands take over to zip him back up this time, leaving his hands free to pull the cups of your bikini top to the sides and burying his face between your tits.

“Like that,” you breathe out when his lips finally find one of your nipples. “Just like that.”

“So sensitive,” he remarks with a grin, positively delighted that he can throw your earlier words right back at you this time. “I wonder…” He trails off and brushes a hand down your stomach, light as a feather, until his fingers come to a stop at the waistband of your shorts. “May I?”

You’re nodding before he even manages to get the words out, betraying your eagerness and perhaps your impatience. So naturally that makes Eddie move slower than he would have, taking his time to undo the bow that keeps the drawstring of your shorts tied together, and even when that’s undone, he slides his digits underneath the fabric painstakingly slowly.

“Eddieeeee,” you whine, “stop teasing.”

“Who’s teasing?”

“You are,” you pout. “Not like we have all day.”

“We don’t?” You’re ready to say more, he can tell, but he knows you’re right. And he doesn’t know what you’ll do if he keeps teasing, so he slips his fingers into your panties and slides them between your folds. “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked.”

“Mhm,” you bite your lower lip and nod.

“You got this wet just from having my dick in your mouth?” You moan affirmatively. “Poor thing. Seems only right that I help you out then, right?” One of his fingers probes your entrance, not quite pressing inside yet. Not until you answer him. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you whimper. “N-need to feel your fingers inside me.”

“Come on,” he husks against your cheek, “spread your legs a little wider.” You give him some more space to work with and he slides the digit in with ease. “Good girl.”

Your head drops forward onto his shoulder, your mouth almost level with his ear so he can hear every shaky breath and strangled moan. It makes him add another finger, plunging them deeper inside and curling them upward until he hits your sweet spot. Your walls spasm and contract around his fingers, trying to keep them there.

“Really want to get my mouth on you, sweetheart,” he husks against your temple.

“No time,” you answer. “R-raincheck?”

“You’d better,” he chuckles. He just knew that he’d be taking you up on that offer before the end of the day.

Fuck, if he had his way, he’d be on his knees in front of you right now. Your ass pushed up against the controls of the Pong machine, his head buried between your thighs, until you’re screaming so loud that it drowns out every other fucking sound in this place.

If only he’d asked you to come with him, he’d have had his wish.

His thumb finds your swollen and neglected clit with ease. His touch sends a shockwave through you which makes your whole body jolt. You grab at his shoulders, his name on your lips as your fingernails leave crescent shaped marks in the sections of his skin which aren’t covered by his shirt.

Your breath hitches and you let out a choked sob, only to have Eddie cut off any other sounds that you might make by pressing his lips against yours and swallowing all your delicious noises, effectively silencing you. Your thighs convulse around his palm, trapping his hand between them.

Reaching upward, you grab at his tied back hair, wrapping the ponytail around your fingers and pulling until your hand, along with all the other muscles in your body, go slack.

“Mmmm.” You sigh against his lips and he pulls away just far enough to see your blissed out features as you float back down to Earth. “Always knew you’d be good with your fingers.”

“You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?” Your face splits into a grin and he shakes his head. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re distracted by Eddie sticking his fingers into his mouth and sucking your juices from them. Cupping his cheeks, you lean forward and your lips brush together when a loud scream suddenly cuts through the relative silence. Startled, it makes your eyes snap open, but you visibly relax when it dawns on you that the noise isn’t anywhere near where the two of you are.

“I wanna play that one,” an underage voice shouts and it’s answered by a decidedly more bored adult voice. “Come on!” The child sounds impatient and is probably dragging the adult behind him in the direction of the game of his choice.

“Shame that,” you say as you adjust your top, covering your chest up once more. You move away from him and he hates the fact that there’s space between you now. “I totally would have let you fuck me as I played the pinball machines.”

“I have a van,” he replies, helpful and hopeful at the same time.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You stick a hand in your pocket and he thinks he can hear you jingle some coins. “Still got some quarters left so you’re shit out of luck.”

“You’re just going to play a couple more games after that?“

“Uh, yeah? I never leave until I’m all out of quarters. Sorry.” Eddie’s expression falls, but his smile returns when you press your lips against his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Can’t you wait a little bit longer like a good boy? Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You give his lips a quick peck and wink. “If you think I’m going to end this day without having your dick inside me then you’re an idiot.”

Someone clears their throat loudly behind you and when you turn, you see what you can only assume is the owner of the bored adult voice earlier.

“There are kids in here, you know,” the man huffs.

“I don’t see any,” you say as you flip him off. “Or are you talking about yourself?” You grab Eddie’s hand and pull him along with you. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave these games for the kids, huh? We both got what we wanted. For now.”

The implication of what you’d done there hangs in the air as Eddie lets you lead him past the man and he barks out a laugh when he sees the furious, and dare he say frustrated, expression on his face.

Fully expecting to leave, he can’t hide his disappointment when you come to a standstill in front of a machine, Q*bert, and take a coin out of your pocket, obviously intending to still stick to your rule of not leaving until you had no coins left.

“You’re still going to- Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head as you put a quarter in the slot and start playing. “I’ll just get comfortable here then, shall I?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, “just stand there and look pretty. Maybe it’ll help.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He folds his arms and leans against the cabinet next to yours, very much mirroring the stance that he had taken earlier. “But seriously, just one game and then I’m dragging you out of here.”

“Fiiiiine. One game,” you say with a loud groan that didn’t sound anywhere near convincing enough. “But you’d better settle in, pretty boy, because I can make these games last a lifetime if I have to.”

“Did you just call me out over not being good at playing video games? Seriously?” Amusement was dripping off his voice, because he honestly didn’t care that he was no good at any of the games here. But he could have sworn that you had just issued him a challenge and he had every intention of winning that. “Honey, I can last real long when I’m doing other things.”

“Sure.” If you were trying to come across as unimpressed, it wasn’t that successful. You looked more curious than anything else. You shrugged, a bit noncommittally, and threw in a, “They all say that.”

“I actually do though.” Eddie took a step closer and he could see your fingers tightening around the joystick, fully prepared to try your damndest not to let him distract you. One more step and he’s so close now that his lips are a couple of inches away from your ear. He clears his throat and chuckles when you jump ever so slightly. “Baby, I’m genuinely not boasting when I say that I could be down there for hours and I don’t think that I need to elaborate on that now, do I?”

You release the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, close your eyes for a fraction of a second, and then the telltale “game over” tune starts playing.

“Fuck.”

“Oh no, sweetheart, did you just lose? I was really looking forward to seeing you play as well, but… a deal’s a deal.” Before you could protest (which you wouldn’t dream of doing), Eddie grabs your hand and makes good on his promise of dragging you out of the arcade. “I just really want to show you what I can do now. Promise you won’t be disappointed…”

And here's the picture that partially inspired this one...

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #mar writes

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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 year ago

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we need some Luke angst

His biggest regret ❧

Luke Hughes x childhood best friend… but make it angsty

Part two!!

Luke is in his freshman year of university, and his best friend Y/n also attends Umich with him, she is basically an honorary Hughes.

He meets this new girl from one of the sororities affiliated with the hockey team, thinks she’s amazing and is head over heels for her. She’s not a fan of Y/n whatsoever, so she’s slowly wedging herself in between Luke and his best friend.

Here is the kicker, Y/n is in love with Luke, always has been and probably always will be. She just wishes he would open his eyes for once and see how bad she has it for him.

They were practically raised together so she gets that he sees her as family, but there had been a few drunken nights of none platonic moments that gave her a little hope.

Summer rolls around, and y/n is devastated, Luke has not talked to her in a little over a month, and didn’t invite her to the lake housd.

Quinn and Ellen are making lunches one day and it all felt so wrong, there is no summer without y/n. So the two eldest sons both hop in Ellen’s car and kidnap Y/n from her house and drag her to the lake house. “You’re not with Luke?” “He didn’t invite me,” she sighed as Jack rummaged around her closet for clothes to pack, forcing her to get in the car. “You don’t need an invite Y/n/n, you’re family,” Jack said softly as he tackled her in a hug. “Your brother’s girlfriend has a distaste for me, so I decided it probably not best I’m there” Both the boys gave her a knowing look at that comment.

Quinn and Jack had always known about her liking for Luke, they were also pretty sure Luke reciprocated the feelings, but he’s an idiot when it came to love. They wanted to interfere a few times but decided it was probably best to let them figure it out on their own.

Anyways! Back at the Lake house, Luke is shell shocked the moment Quinn piggybacks a bathing suit clad y/n down the stairs and onto the boat with Jack trailing behind them.

He was very much jealous, but he was confused by what exactly making him jealous. He couldn't decide if he was pissed that his best friend was now best friends with his brothers rather than him, or that he was jealousy was deeper than that, that he was missing a summer full of Y/n and her smiles and her pretty bathing suits, and perfect everything.

So he decided he was just jealous of her and his brother's friendship.

Luke’s girlfriend is not happy at all that Y/n has shown up, when the two of them are in a room together people swear the air gets cold and joy is drained from the world, so they keep a distance.

That’s up until Trevor makes an appearance, the girlfriend had taken a liking to him right away. Something about it threw both Quinn and Y/n off, the two of them keeping a close eye on her advances as Trevor repeatedly brushed her off.

Luke was at a breaking point, he was less paying attention to his girlfriend who was making it painfully obvious that she was sneaking around behind his back, and more to his brother and best friend who had grown closer and closer as the days went on.

Until he finally snapped, “are you fucking Quinn?”

Y/n nearly spat her cooler out of her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the boy, “Ew no?” “Don’t lie!” “I’m not Luke! Quinn is my brother, and even if we are you are my best friend, you have no room to dictate who I sleep with” she scoffed, “at this point, you're barely my friend!”

“I didn’t even do anything!” “You did so much, and you don’t even care to notice the hurt you cause, fuck Luke it baffles me to think that I loved you, let alone the fact that we were best friends!”

Loved?

“Don’t talk to me for my last night here, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow morning,” she smiled before grabbing a cooler and slamming the back door shut

#rotalks: luke hughes night #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes #umich hockey #jack hughes

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago

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Part 1: The Dork

Warnings: None

Jisung has the biggest crush on you and it's cute.

Summary: You realize in order to execute your plan perfectly you need to make friends with the dork of Si Cheng's friend group. You need one inside man, someone to provide you with useful information. Jisung is the perfect spy for your plan, he's quiet, diligent and basically invisible to his friends. Seeing him in your shared anatomy class Monday morning you don't shy away from making your move.

Words: 5k

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!

Enjoy :)

You ignored the stares you received upon walking into the lecture hall. All day it seems like you can't go anywhere without someone whispering behind your back or pointing in your direction. You had never dreaded coming to school so much. The last time you dragged your feet to the building was just after Johnny's pool party last summer. Your head had pounded from the night before all the way into Monday afternoon. It was a terrible day, but at least that Monday was forgettable. This one came as quickly as you expected.

You walked into your first lecture fresh set of painted nails and a red tint on your lips, making yourself look stunning always made you feel better. It also made you feel slightly less anxious about your plan of revenge.

Sure it was probably unhealthy for you to have such a plan but at this point you felt you had no other choice. That feeling is what led you here, with this mindset, in the first place. You needed to say something, do something to let everyone know to just leave you alone and to teach these boys a lesson.

Taking a quick scan you searched for the dark-haired boy. Spotting him in the middle row towards the window you made your way over to him. Whispers could be heard from around the room. A bunch of grown adults acting like high school students. It made you pity them. The people who talked about you behind your back had no outside of obsessing over gossip.

Jisung didn't look up when you sat beside him. He had one of his headphones in tapping his pen on his notebook. You took a glance at him as you sat down taking out your laptop along with your notepad. Placing your pink pen beside him you let your arm brush against his. The touch and faint smell of your perfume caught his attention.

His eyes were wide, body tensed. He didn't have to take a peek to know it was you who sat next to him. He just wondered why. You've never sat next to him before, what made you start now? All the empty seats in the room yet you sat next to him. He hid the smile that formed on his lips.

"Excuse me?" you reached over to him waving your hand. Jisung gulped barely turning his head. He pulled his headphones out of his ear holding it between his fingertips. You sent him a friendly smile.

"You're Jisung right?" you asked knowing very well who this boy was. He nodded turning his head slightly over to see you. Your tongue darted over your teeth ideas running through your head. You checked out his frame seeing how far his legs extended from under the table. Trying your best to make out his frame through his dark hoodie.

"I'm Y/n," you said extending your hand to him. His eyes widened but he took your hand shaking it. You left your hand on his placing it on the table. You could already hear the whispers but you didn't care, it only sent fuel to your fire. He looked down seeing your hand on top of his watching from the corner of his eyes as one of your legs crossed over the other.

"I've seen you in this class before and late at night studying at the library. You're a smart boy," you complimented the praise going straight to his head. He nodded listening in on what you had to say. This could be his last moment to speak to you. "So I think if I ask you nicely you'll agree, won't you?" you asked gently. He nodded feeling his mouth slowly open. He quickly cleared his throat adjusting himself.

"What's your question?" he asked brows dancing as he tried to relax himself. He could feel the sweat forming behind his neck and he was praying it didn't go straight to his hands. Your hand felt so warm and cool on his. You weren't nervous at all while he was over here trying to count backward in his head to relax his nerves.

"I know you are close friends with Si Cheng. I also know Si Cheng told you what he did," You leaned forward meeting his eyes. Now it was starting to make sense as to why you sat beside him today. "Do you believe him? I know you're a smart boy, You'll tell me the truth right?" you asked focused on his eyes. Seeing you so close and upfront made him even more nervous. However he couldn't lie, it would kill him to lie to you.

He nodded, "I'll tell you what I believe," he said desperately. You nodded lips pursed together. You sat back in your chair your hand fading from his. He frowned but let out a sigh. "When Si Cheng came back to the house he told us you two slept together. It just didn't make sense to me at all. Why would you sleep with a guy like him? I mean you rejected Jaehyun three times in the last six months, most girls here would kill for him to even look our way," he said getting sidetracked. "I mean honestly-"

"Jisung focus," you said sternly. He nodded shaking his mind of any extra unnecessary thoughts.

"It just doesn't make sense. You are known for being completely unreachable and all of sudden Si Cheng of all people is who you decide to date? It just doesn't make sense," he said ending his truth.

You took in what he said index finger on your plump lips. At least someone around here understood Si Cheng was so far from your type. "So you don't believe him?" you asked. Jisung shook his head.

"No way. The only way I'd believe it is if he put you under a spell," he joked causing you to chuckle. Maybe Jisung wasn't as bad as the rest of Si Cheng's friends. Jisung, unfortunately, fell victim to your distaste not because he was terrible but because his friends were. You sighed, you couldn't ruin this boy. You couldn't find it in your heart to hurt him. So instead you'd get him to help you.

"Jisung how well are you friends with these boys?" you asked sounding a bit more eventful. He shrugged barely thinking of an answer. "About two years. I just live with some of them because I can't afford my own place. Other than that they barely act like I exist," he confessed. You nodded a smirk on your lips. "How about this?" you asked recatching his attention.

"I need your help," you said to him. He leaned in closer as you explained your plan. He fought against it at first but after your skillful persuading, he gave in deciding to help you.

After class meet with Jisung at your apartment, Wendy and Jungwoo showing up as well, Ten not too far behind. You explained to them that Jisung would be helping, playing as a spy since he was the closest to the boys. Your friends agreed with the plan creating a list of names to check off once you had your way.

"For so long these men have treated me like meat," you said Jisung nodded his head experiencing firsthand the things they've said about you. "Now it's time I treat them the same way," You said with a smirk, Wendy, Ten, and Jungwoo responded the same way. "Jisung who's first on the list?" you asked. He cleared his throat picking up the piece of paper.

"YangYang," He said placing the paper back down. "He should be pretty easy. He skates down by the bridge with some of his friends. He's usually out there until his feet hurt," Jisung said everyone's gears turning at once. "He's probably there right now," he said as more as a suggestion to head over now. You nodded keeping the idea in your mind. You knew better than to go now. His friends were stupid but they weren't exactly slow. You never went to the skatepark for the simple fact you can't skate. Yet all of a sudden you show up looking for Lui Yangyang? it just didn't make sense so you decided to put the idea to rest. Just for the night and then tomorrow, you'd make your move on the boy.

Getting these boys to crumble was going to be a piece of cake. Si Cheng is gonna completely regret fucking with you.

"Do you think it's really gonna work?" Ten asked taking a slice of pizza from the box. Wendy spoke up from beside you. "What you doubting her plan?" she asked offended. Ten shook his head, "No calm down," he said to Wendy. Jungwoo chuckled sitting in between them and enjoying his pizza.

"So what is it then?" you asked recatching his attention as well as Jisung's. "I just mean this is an insane plan. I mean I'm all for it, let those men regret what they've done to you but do you think it's gonna?" he asked genuinely concerned, more for you than anyone else. You nodded glancing over at Jisung and then back at ten.

"It has to work. Or else it was all for no reason," you responded. Ten sighed shaking his head. He picked up his cup raising it to you. "I hope your right," he said not bringing the conversation up again. He sipped his drink and then placed it back down. After some silent beats, Wendy spoke.

"So Jisung why did you agree to help Y/n? Don't you want to stay loyal to your friends?" she asked. You even turned to him waiting for his answer. He looked at everyone around him not used to all the attention he was receiving. He sipped his soda quickly before he answered her. "Well I mean I know what they've said about you and other girls, it's not right," He said but Wendy cut him off.

"Yes but why betray your friends?" she asked again more blunt this time. You sent her a look trying to calm her down. She brushed it off turning back to the now pale in the face Jisung. He felt the sweats forming again, his throat dry, and unable to form a sentence he pushed to create one with whatever words made sense.

"Well, it's just-" he began but Wendy cut him off again.

"Just what? You're not a rat right?" she pressed into him. He shook his head vigorously unable to speak. Jungwoo leaned over to her but she pushed him away. Ten stepped in also pressing into the boy. "So then why?" he asked now curious. You felt bad for him. He knew how aggressive and assertive your friends could be especially when it came to each other. They were just trying to look out for you and you understood that, but this poor boy looked like he was ready to piss himself.

"Guys quit it, can't you see you're pressuring him?" you said attempting to stop the interrogation. They ignored you keeping their eyes on him. "I uh…" he stuttered there stares burning into his skin. He stammered trying to figure out a way out of this situation. You huffed now annoyed. "Guys just stop-"

"How can you trust him?" Wendy asked now focused on you.

"I just do, okay? And now I'm asking you all to trust me. Look understand that if I did not trust him he wouldn't be here," you said looking away from them and turning to Jisung. You sent him a soft smile watching as the color in his face slowly started to return to normal.

"If Jisung says he wants to help because he doesn't like how his friends act then I believe him. He wants to surround himself with better people, better role models than the ones he depended on for the last two years," you said Jisung nodded agreeing with every word you said. Because you were right. He had one conversation with you today, an actual conversation after class and he never felt so seen.

People made you out to be some stuck-up girl who believed she was better than everyone. A girl who people made bets seeing you could get in your pants first. Men trying to find ways to take you home all so they could wear the crown made up of your jewels. On the surface you seemed so intimidating, so dare he say bitchy.

You were unapproachable because you looked unapproachable. He believed that for a long time, especially after seeing you diss and reject his most popular friends.

But speaking to you now, even seeing you stand up for him after knowing him for

You ignored the stares you received upon walking into the lecture hall. Monday came as quickly as you expected. You walked into your first lecture fresh set of painted nails and a red tint on your lips. Taking a quick scan you searched for the dark-haired boy. Spotting him in the middle row towards the window you made your way over to him.

Whispers could be heard from around the room. A bunch of grown adults acting like high school students. It made you pity them. The people who talked about you behind your back. They had no life outside of obsessing over hot gossip and with your name floating around people would be talking for a minute.

Jisung didn't look up when you sat beside him. He had one of his headphones in tapping his pen on his notebook. You took a glance at him taking out your laptop along with your notepad. Placing your pink pen beside him you let your arm brush against his. The touch and faint smell of your perfume caught his attention.

His eyes were wide and his body tense. He didn't have to take a peek to know it was you who sat next to him. He just wondered why. You've never sat next to him before so what made you start now? All the empty seats in the room and you sat next to him. He hid the smile that formed on his lips. If it wasn't for the sound of your voice he would have forgotten you were next to him.

"Excuse me?" you reached over to him waving your hand. Jisung gulped barely turning his head. He pulled his headphones out of his ear holding it between his fingertips. You sent him a friendly smile.

"Jisung focus," you said sternly. He nodded shaking his mind of any extra unnecessary thoughts.

"It just doesn't make sense. You are known for being completely unreachable and all of sudden Si Cheng of all people is who you decide to date? It just doesn't make sense," he said ending his truth.

You took in what he said index finger on your plump lips. At least someone around here understood Si Cheng was so far from your type. "So you don't believe him?" you asked. Jisung shook his head.

"I need your help," you said to him. He leaned in closer as you explained your plan. He fought against it at first but after your persuading, he gave in deciding to help you.

You knew better than to go now. His friends were stupid but they weren't exactly slow. You never went to the skatepark for the simple fact you can't skate. Yet all of a sudden you show up looking for Lui Yangyang? it just didn't make sense so you decided to put the idea to rest. Just for the night and then tomorrow, you'd make your move on the boy.

Getting these boys to crumble was going to be a piece of cake. Si Cheng was going to regret fucking with you.

"Do you think it's really going to work?" Ten asked taking a bite of his pizza. You went to respond but Wendy spoke up from next to you before you did. "Are you doubting our plan?" she asked offended. Ten shook his head dusting off his hands. Jungwoo started to chuckle sitting in between them a slice of pizza in his hand. Both you and him are used to their bickering.

"I'm just making sure she knows what she's getting into," he said to Wendy then he turned to you. "Y/n you're not just unfollowing them on Instagram or telling everyone Si Cheng lied you're attempting to destroy his friend group. I just want to know what you think," he said looking directly at you when he spoke.

"It has to work. If it doesn't then all of this was for nothing," you respond. Ten nods deciding to put the conversation to rest. Jisung sits quietly beside you enjoying his pizza while also writing you a more detailed list than what Wendy gave you. He even put the boys in order to make it easier for you to check them off once you were finished with each of them.

After some small beats of silence, Wendy spoke again, this time her target Jisung.

"Hey Jisung," she called causing his head to pick up. Everyone turned to him. "Why are you helping us and not your friends? You like Y/n to?" she asked. The answer to the second question was yes. Especially after today. The two of you shared one full conversation after class and he never felt so seen. With his friends, they'd always speak over him or act like he wasn't there. With you, he felt seen. You asked him questions, you wanted to know what he liked and how he felt. It made him feel joy for the first time in a while. He liked knowing he was becoming your friend.

Which is why he wanted to help you. He was a part of that very popular group of boys. He lived with some of them and had to hear the nasty things they said about him. He was there for every bet they made with each other or some freshman to get your phone number or sometimes to get into your pants. Telling the naive freshman you were some easy a and would gladly give it up for them. The freshman always found out the hard way.

Jisung always disliked the way they treated you, he just didn't have the courage to stand up and honor your behalf even when you weren't there to see it. He couldn't believe some of these boys had sisters and spoke this way. His closest friend in that group was Taeyong, another loser like him. However, lately, Taeyong has hoped that Y/n train with the rest of his friends. Before meeting you he was so lonely, he's so grateful you accepted him.

"Uh Hello?" Wendy called his attention waving her hands bracelet dangling around her wrist. Jisung perked his eyes and ears up turning his attention away from the list and to Wendy. "You here with us?" she asked and he nodded. "I asked you a question before but you didn't answer me," she spoke. He cleared his throat bowing his head. "I'm sorry," he said looking around the room and wiping his palms on his jeans.

"Why are you helping?" she asked again putting more pressure on him to answer by leaning forward and only keeping her eyes on him. He fiddled with his fingers becoming nervous under stare, but in the same way, you made him nervous. The way you made him feel almost excited him, Wendy just scared him.

"Uh because…uh," he stammered he knew the answer he just couldn't speak. Jisung had always dreamed of having friends who occasionally shine the spotlight on him except now that light was starting to burn.

Ten parked up beside Jungwoo who remained quiet but was enjoying the show around him. "I'm curious too, Why are you helping her and not your friends?" he asked making Jisung feel more pressured to answer. You noticed quickly how uncomfortable he was becoming. You sent Wendy a look but she ignored it. She was very protective of her friends so you knew her heart was in the right place so you weren't angry with her. It's just that Jisung didn't quite understand that yet.

"Okay guys that's enough," you said sternly. Wendy brushed you off again shaking her head. "Not until he answers," she said still keeping contact with him. He gulped a dry lump in his throat. He could barely speak now, and earlier you could not shut him up. He tried his best to form any kind of coherent sentence with the first words that came to his mind that made any kind of sense.

"I'm helping because I want to," he said quietly. Both Ten and Wendy squinted leaning forward. "Can you repeat it?" Ten asked. Jisung sighed meeting his eyes. "Because I want to. I've been around those guys the longest and I don't think how they treat girls is right. My mother never raised me that way and I don't want to be influenced by them," he said quickly rushing to end his sentence. Wendy sat back with a satisfied smile on her lips. She clasps her hands together getting everyone's attention.

"How about some drinks?' she asked the room everyone nodded while Jisung questioned her duality. This was going to be a long ass ride.

——

“I have an extra room with you want to stay,” you offered Jisung. He had stood behind to help you clean up the dishes and throw away empty pizza boxes. He shook his head hair lightly treading his skin. “Are you sure? I know how you feel about that house,” you offered again. Jisung finished cleaning the last dish drying off his hands with the nearby towel.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he responded. You walked closer to him standing beside him placing a hand on his shoulder. “You not a bother. I’m inviting you to stay. If you don’t want to you don’t have to,” you said, If he said declined again you’d just drop it and see him tomorrow during class. Jisung patted your hand on his shoulder and turned his body to face you.

“Are you sure?” He asked. You nodded sending him a friendly smile. He smiled back shaking his head and deciding to stay. Then his went wide at the realization he had no clothes. “I have nothing to wear,” he said. You brushed it off. “It’s fine. You can head back in the morning and change your clothes. Look,” you said reaching up to his sweater. You unzipped it for him moving the piece of metal down his chest and letting the fabric split in two. For you the act was innocent, for Jisung he couldn't help but watch your fingers tread down the frame.

You walked around him removing his sweater from his shoulders and sliding it off his back. He turned his neck closely observing your every move. You glanced up at him batting your lashes taking notice of the tension that picked up in the room. He slightly turned his body to you once his sweater hit the ground. He was wearing a tight-fitted T-shirt since before he arrived at your place he went to the gym.

His arms were fully on display veins covering his biceps, and the tightness from the shirt showed off his tiny waist. He smelled good being so close to you, a natural smell. He leaned down eyes meeting yours. You felt yourself drawing closer to his lips, your eyes fluttering close. Jisung followed the same motion lips meeting yours only to be stopped by your phone ringing.

Both of you quickly pulled away. Jisung cleared his throat picking his sweater off the kitchen floor, as you ran to your phone. No caller ID so you ignored the call. You placed your phone back down walking over to him. "I'll take you to your room," you said motioning for him to follow. He nodded following behind you.

Neither of you said a word as you walked him to the extra room. You walked a couple steps ahead of him only stopping when you reached the door across from yours. You opened the bedroom door standing to the side so Jisung could step in. Once he did he thanked you telling you goodnight. Before you left you walked over to him where he stood next to the made bed. You stood up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for helping me Jisung. Goodnight," you said before walking off with a smile on your lips. Jisung watched you leave in awe a gentle hand reaching to touch his cheek where your lips had just met. You closed the door behind you heading off to your room. Jisung smiled flopping onto the extremely comfortable bed. He scoffed thinking about it while smiling like an idiot. Did you like him? He shook his head laying to his side, his head meeting the soft pillow. You were just being nice to him that was all he thought. He sees why everyone talks about your lips, he didn't even kiss you, and yet your lips felt so soft against his skin.

He lay flat on his back as he thought about your plan. He knew what you were doing to do and while a part of it stung him he didn't fight against you. This is what you wanted to do, this is what you felt was right, and as his friend he was going to support you. He just hoped after all of this you still viewed him as your friend, he genuinely liked you too much to let you go.

Even though he wanted so badly to kiss you, he knew it wasn't right.

You on the other hand got ready for bed preparing yourself for the long adventure you were beginning that all started tomorrow. Yangyang had no idea what was about to hit him. You checked the list Jisung made you one last time seeing his entire schedule. Jisung was worried if you ever got caught you could simply crumble up the paper and toss it. Which is what you intended to do once everything was over.

You just weren't sure what to do about Jisung. You decided to hold off on him for now and focus on tomorrow, mentally preparing yourself for everything you were about to do.

"It will be worth it," you said to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...

Thank you so much for reading part 1 of my Easy A series and I will see you all in part three! Don't forget to like and share with someone who may be just as interested in a series like this.

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dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd · 8 months ago

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Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter Three - Leaving Home

Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Jack, now 18, leaves home and joins the army.

Author's Notes: I know there are a lot of time skips in this chapter but I really don’t know enough about the military to give a quality depiction and plus I’m lazy :P There will be more length in the coming chapters I swear 😭 I literally had no motivation for this one. I kept telling myself to just make it to at least 1k words. It's gonna get good guys I promise. Just trust the process 😅

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

If anyone else would like to be added please let me know! <333

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1 Year Later

Long brown curls fell to the bathroom tiles as Jack cut his hair. With each snip it pained him to watch them go but it had to be done. Rules were rules.

A year ago Jack’s last summer at home was spent enjoying himself while he could. He filled up his sketchbook to the brim with his drawings and the photos he took. When the book was finished, he stored it in the top drawer of his nightstand. He thought maybe it could be something to look back on when he came back home.

He also did some odd jobs around the house that needed to be done years ago. He repainted the small tool shed in the backyard and redecked the front porch. His father was actually appreciative of Jack’s work. Lazy bum.

After that school started back again. Jack made an effort to do better his senior year so he could at least graduate. He succeeded and completed school with grades that weren’t exactly the greatest but he still managed to earn a high school diploma. His mother was so proud.

Skateboarding became his nightly routine. He wore the tires out trying to get as much out of the board as he possibly could. He knew it was probably going to be a while before he would skate again.

Currently he was preparing to leave. In a few weeks, he would be sent off to Fort Leonard Wood for basic training. He had to get everything in order before he left. It wasn’t stressful but it was still a lot for him to take in since he was still so young. He’d only been a legal adult for a few months and already he was beginning to see why older people always said to enjoy being a kid while you can.

Jack put the scissors down and grabbed a razor from the cabinet. He turned it on and cleaned up the sloppy mess of hair the scissors left behind, ending up with a decent crew cut.

He examined himself in the mirror. It was like a stranger was staring back at him. He had always kept his hair longer than most boys, letting the messy curls flow freely. Having hair this short felt so foreign but he would have to get used to it for a while.

“Ugh. I hate this.” He grumbled.

A feminine laugh startled him and he turned to see his mother standing in the doorway.

“I think it’s very handsome. It makes you look so grown up.” Jacqueline complimented him as she dusted his hair off the back of his shirt.

Jack just shrugged and grabbed a broom to sweep up the mess on the floor.

…

The day was finally here. It was time for Jack to head out for boot camp. As his mother drove, he sat in the passenger seat of his truck with mixed emotions. On one hand he was excited to leave his old life back home and experience new things in the army, but on the other hand the next 10 weeks were going to be rough. It would be a true test of his endurance.

The more he thought about it, he wasn’t that worried since it couldn’t be any worse than what he dealt with at home. His father yelled and screamed at him his whole life. He was used to it. The drill sergeants would be no different, minus the brutal beatings of course. He could do this.

Soon they reached the place Jack was supposed to meet at for transportation. Jacqueline parked the truck and turned to her son warmly.

“Jack, you’re the bravest guy I know. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Thanks Mama.” Jack mumbled with a small smile.

Jacqueline pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. “Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He grabbed his duffel and out the door he went. Jacqueline watched him approach the bus station and couldn’t help but sigh. Her little boy was all grown up.

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Saying basic training was rough was an understatement.

It was the most grueling 10 weeks of his life. Jack didn’t really consider himself to be athletic but he was at least in good shape. Even then he still struggled to keep up with the amount of work exerted on his body. It was utterly exhausting.

Jack was wrong about the yelling being like what he was used to. At least at home he could find ways to get away from it. There was no escape at basic. It was constant. And instead of one person getting in his face it was three or four. His shyness didn’t do him any favors. Joining the army really forced him out of his comfort zone.

At the start Jack regretted his decision to enlist in the first place and cursed himself for not thinking it through. But now that basic was over, he felt a sense of accomplishment and actually started to like this new chapter of his life.

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Months later

Jack leaned against the wall, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and stared intently at his watch wishing the time would go by faster. He took up smoking after basic when he was stationed at Fort Benning. It gave him extra energy and kept him awake on hard days.

Today was definitely one of those days. He’d been up since about 0300 and wouldn’t be returning to the barracks until 2300. PT was more strenuous than usual and then it was nonstop work all day. Things were finally beginning to slow down but there was still an hour left until the day was over. It felt like time was slowly creeping by.

To pass the time, Jack glanced up at the TV in the middle of the lobby. Like always the news was on, this time showing unrest in the Middle East.

Jack shook his head. The possibility of approaching conflict loomed in the air, creating unease among both the inexperienced and experienced soldiers. Jack didn't mind entertaining the thought of going to war. He would do what he had to do. But there was still a trace of fear that lingered with him.

Almost like his gut knew.

#ledger joker #jack napier #heath ledger #the dark knight #nolanverse #cross posted on ao3 #my writing

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wearethekingdom · 3 months ago

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Psssstttt, Caseeeeyyyyyyy! F1 sounds so epic im ngl and i wanna hear more about it, pleaseeeee Infodump to meeee! (if you want to ofc :3)

(sorry this took me so long to answer 😭)

OMG PHIN YES YOUVE MADE MY WEEK THANK YOU

okk I'm just gonna write it here so I can make it into a post with pictures if that's okay :3

So before I begin with my rant about the last race I have to give an honourable mention of my 2 favourite drivers ever Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri because I won't be bringing them up later but I refuse to leave them out because they're my fave drivers so I have to (lando on the left oscar on the right! And no lando is unfortunately not named after the star wars character ☹️)

ANYWAY LAST RACE on Sunday. Every race day is on a Sunday btw..

So this race didn't exactly go how I hoped it would but its okay because no matter who wins I'm happy for them because I'm incapable of hating any of the drivers for some reason?

IDK IF YOU KNOW HOW GRID POSITIONS WORK... but basically there's 20 drivers and they all line up behind the starting line 2 behind 2 if that makes sense? (There's an event on Saturday to decide who starts where it's not randomised haha) so my boy lando was starting up front erm. He did not stay there he ended up in 6th which is not very good for him, he's 2nd to be world champion right now so he usually ends up top 3 but umm not this time

It was a very wet race, I don't think it rained but there was insane rainfall the days before and the track was practically flooded

So much happend, so many drivers crashed (they're all okay!) Including my fave rookie (new driver) Franco Colapinto

Which sucks cuz he's been doing realllyyyy well lately

So who won?? Max Verstappen, you've probably heard his name, you've probably seen the "tu dududu max verstappen" meme (that's how I got into f1 btw lmao) max hasn't won a race since before the summer break over 100 days!! Last year Max won evert single race except 3 of them and 2 of those were his teammate checo perez

Then in 3rd and 2nd place we had one of the worse performers teams this year. How did they even end up there? Basically someone crashed and there was a yellow flag (or red I can't remember.. ) when this happens all the drivers have to stop overtaking eachother and drive one behind the other in their formation so no crashes happen if the car that crashed causing the yellow/red flag is on the track or there's parts on the track

Drivers can go for a pitstop to change tyres while this happens, everyone went to change their tyres except max, esteban and pierre (those last 2 being the team worse performing)

Esteban was in first but once the yellow flag ended max quickly overtook him, in the end max came first, esteban second and pierre third

This was a big deal for alpine (esteban and pierres team) estie and pierre had been known to be childhood buddies that had grown to hate eachother, something about an accidental love triangle and old karting championships as kids that lead to them hating eachother, they both were French kids trying to achieve their dreams and while this is true this podium changed something for them. I've never seen them so happy, for a long time Estie wouldn't even look at pierre, wouldn't talk to him but after this podium? They were like kids again

This shocked a lot of people because well their history and also cuz so many people think estie is a bad person and like he's a little dumb sometimes but he's not a bad person that's really far out, at the end of the day he's silly and he's estie bestie

Max also ate this up cuz he was happy to be winning again and I'm happy to see him on that top step again

So all and all it was a good race really and I loved seeing my alpine boys happy again

Thank you for reading if you have any questions let me know and sorry if it's confusing f1 is exactly that 😭

#AGAIN THANKS FOR LETTING ME CHIT CHAT AVOUT THIS #🎃

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gardenof--eden · 9 months ago

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Now that you mootified me, there will be so many asks from me😈 but I will send a few condensed ones to start off with

to begin:

TOP FIVE RIORDANVERSE BOOKS GO!!

TOP FIVE APOLLO CAMPERS EXCLUDING WILL GO!!

TOP FIVE NAOMI SOLACE AND WILL HEADCANONS GO!!

DID YOU LIKE TSATS, NOT READ, OR DISLIKED AND WHY??

and last- but CERTAINLY not least-

Naomi Solace headcanons for my brain rot🫶🏻

Thanks in advance for the brain rot, and I apologize if this got sent in twice; my tumblr crashed as I was submitting the first one😡

Yippie!!!

top five is ROUGH uhmmmmm

Titan's Curse and the Last Olympian are so up there. I also really love the Son of Neptune. I'm rereading all the books again for the millionth time but this time I'm annotating so I can actually pic favorites, but I'm still on SoN so I can't make up my mind on the rest yet 😭😭

top five EXCLUDING WILL?!?!???!?!?!? HE'S LITERALLY MY FAVORITE HE'S MY BBG I LOVE HIM WHAT. (can't) call me basic but I LOVE kayla and austin. Also Lee and Michael hold a verryyyyy special place in my heart. Can I say myself? KIDDING. uhm uhm uhm. I don't remember any others woops

UGH I love Naomi and Will!!!! 1. Will is the textbook definition of a Mama's Boy. and his mama KNOWS IT. She's so proud of him 2. Naomi isn't really the best at telling people what she's thinking or how she feels about them (i e "I'm proud of you" "you did really good!" "you have such talent for (said thing)") but she always ALWAYS makes a conscious effort to tell Will she loves him 3. Will may be a sixteen year old, 6'4'' grown child, but he will still curl up in his mama's arms. 4. Will didn't meet his grandparents til he was 12. He had been a year round camper since he was 10. When he turned 11, Naomi moved back in with her parents. After a bit, Will went to 'summers only' for a year 5. When Will can't sleep, he'll listen to some of Naomi's older songs, the ones she'd sing for him when she was still writing them.

Plus one... two. 6. Like alot of young kids, Will liked to hold strands of Naomi's hair when he was pretty young. She kept it long and curly, and Will loved the texture. (and this is why Will likes to play with Nico's hair) 7. Will was born with brown hair, the same light brown that Naomi has. When he was claimed by Apollo, most of his hair went blonde. (happens to every child of apollo)

I personally LOVE tsats. I really don't think it was that good of a book and, as always with Rick's books, there are many time inconsistencies, but I still love it with my whole heart. Nico was my favorite character as soon as he was introduced, blah blah blah saw myself in him, blah blah blah other traumatic stuff that made me love him more, now he's queer and i'm crying because he's like me blah blah blah, and BOOM! TSATS! It's very dear to me because I get to see these characters over come their problems and... it's jsut very emotional

NAOMI FOR THE WIN!!!!! @mediumgayitalian has some really good Naomi writings

She met Apollo at one of her first gigs at a local bar. She thought he was some fancy fella from a band. They 'dated' for a bit before he had to go. Naomi understood, a good musicians life was never stationary. She was nineteen. When she was found out she was pregnant, she ran away from home, absolutely terrified of what her good Christian parents would think if they found out she had gotten knocked up by some no good rocker.

It was just them for a while, Naomi and her little baby. She never acted like she was always alone. Always said "us" and "we". She was never alone, she had her baby. She had to bounce around from place to place, looking for working, looking for a place to stay. A month before Will was born, she finally found a stable job and apartment. Naomi loved Will more than she thought she ever could, seeing as she already loved him so much before she had even met him. They were never separated- hell, until he started kindergarten, Will went to work with Naomi. All her coworkers loved him, his gap-toothed smile and face that lit up like the sun. That's all Naomi ever needed. Her son. Her sun. And, of course, he became her muse. Every song she wrote was about him in some way. Something about the sunshine, or a baby's laugh, her strongest love, her will to live. Her music started to get popular. Naomi would pinch Will's cheeks, "all because of you," she'd face. Will would giggle in return. Sure, he didn't entirely understand what it all meant, but if Naomi could keep him happy, she would do anything. Will was about eight when Naomi started opening up to the possibility of touring. It was nerve-wracking. Her stability, which she had worked so hard for, would be gone. She'd be bouncing around again, but this time she'd have Will with her. She was more of a "we" than she thought before. After some convincing from her friends (friends? coworkers? other women her age with children she was able to speak to occasionally? it was all the same) Naomi decided that the tour would be good for Will. The money she could get off of it... She could give Will a good life, better than what she would be able to do on her own.

She hadn't expected Will to hate the tour life as much as he did. He had to spend more time alone or with a babysitter, away from his mama. She wasn't there to tuck him in every night. He was sleeping in hotels or on a bus, not in his bed that had always been right by hers. Then, right around Will's tenth birthday, Naomi started to notice some odd things. Odd things that put Will in danger. So they went to New York.... And Will went to camp. Naomi, now she won't admit it, but she cried for weeks after she dropped him off. She couldn't sleep without him there, now completely alone. Alone for the first time in her life. She missed her baby boy, his sunshine smiles, his laughter, his stubborn curls- Hell, she missed the fact that they couldn't be in separate rooms for more than five minutes before Will started to get nervous. She missed the way he'd brush through her hair whenever he was sitting next to her, how he always curled up to her side and tucked himself under her arms. So for the first time in ten years, she called her mama. Naomi was 30 when she moved back in with her parents. She couldn't write songs any more, every one came out sounding wrong, half complete. Things didn't make sense. So she worked on their farm, helped them keep up the chores and maintain the fields Most of her cousins worked for the family business too, so she saw them almost daily either out on the fields or while dropping off shipments. She could feel the way they judged her. She left with that baby years ago. Now she's here and her baby ain't. How must she look as mother? If only they knew, how hard it was for her. So, with Chiron's permission and direct instructions of care (how stupid is that, Naomi having to learn how to take care of HER baby from someone else) Naomi brought Will home for the school year. Her parents LOVED him. They adopted the roles of Gammie and Pawpaw quickly. "Oh look at that smile," they'd coo and pinch at Will cheeks. But Will didn't laugh the same. He was hesitant, shakier. Wore an ace bandage around his wrist. His arms and legs were littered with light scars. Hell, his hair was blonde now! Will, always her baby, didn't look like her baby. Naomi was scared for him. But Will was still a kid, he'd run and laugh with her cousins' kids, he made friends at school, he shared stories of what life was like during the rest of the year (even though Naomi had heard it all in letters), he Pawpaw out with the animals on the farm. Her baby was back. She wouldn't be able to keep him for long, and god knew how much different he was gonna be next time she saw him, but for now she had her baby.

woops sorry that was a long one

#asks #moots <3 #will solace #naomi solace #riordanverse #will solace headcanon

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usergreenpixel · 2 years ago

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JACOBIN FICTION CONVENTION MEETING 35: THE QUEEN’S FORTUNE (2020)

1. The Introduction

Well, hello there, Citizens! Neighbors too, since we have a figure who is interesting for both communities. Welcome back to the convention! Please leave weapons by the door cause you will need them later, take your seats and enjoy tea with tricolor cupcakes!

So, Allison Pataki is an author who will definitely become my nemesis in the future, considering her less than stellar work with this particular book (more on that later). Now, I knew from the ever so blunt (but lovely) @maggiec70 that it would be a bad book with about as much accuracy as your average conspiracy theory, but… BOY WAS I UNPREPARED!

The book turned out to be not bad. Not even mediocre. It’s straight up garbage fit only for wiping one’s ass when toilet paper runs out. Don’t believe me? Well, let’s dive deeper into this mess, shall we?

(By the way, I couldn’t find it online for free due to copyright but owners of Audible accounts can purchase the audiobook or you can pay for an ebook.)

2. The Summary

The book tells a story of Napoleon’s first fiancée, one Desirée Clary. She later would become the wife of Marshal Bernadotte and Queen of Sweden, whose descendants rule the country to this day.

Quite a fascinating story, if you ask me! Also, shoutout to @tairin for introducing me to Bernadotte as a historical figure (she is my guide to the Napoleonic era in general too). And to Maggie for bringing this novel to my attention.

Okay, the premise is interesting and extraordinary, isn’t it? But let’s see what the execution is!

3. The Story

Right off the bat, the story reeks of multiple inaccuracies (in both Frev and Napoleonic departments) worse than roadkill in summer heat. Inaccuracies that range from details (such as getting the year of convents closing wrong) to things that could’ve been avoided with one google search (such as Code Napoleon’s date or the timeline of Joseph’s rule of Naples). Also the usual Thermidorian bullshit with evil Robespierre and MODERATE THERMIDORIANS (because a group that includes war criminals is DEFINITELY MORE MODERATE THAN ROBESPIERRE AND CO, AMIRITE?!)

I know I usually don’t review media based on accuracy, but anyone with any knowledge about the topic (like me) risks getting a severe case of a broken brain from everything wrong in the book. This ended up hurting my immersion into the story because I had the urge to scream at my screen the entire time.

Another thing that hurts the narrative is the length. Personally, I found the story really overstayed its welcome and should’ve ended sooner, like after Desirée becomes Queen. But no, it drags on afterwards and the last chapters are basically filler, even more so than the rest of the book (which is a giant bore). The pacing just drags on like an old horse in slow mo.

(The story begins in 1789 and ends in 1860, for a reference.)

Last but not least, there is a very unnecessary and not accurate at all sex scene un the beginning of the book. Not only is that scene completely unnecessary for the story, but it also completely breaks suspension of disbelief and just makes the characters come off as modern cosplayers, not the people they’re supposed to be.

(For those in the back: DESIRÉE NEVER FUCKED NAPOLEON!!)

Okay, moving on!

4. The Characters

Bland. Most of them are blander than the BRAT diet.

Desirée Clary is the worst offender when it comes to characters feeling too modern, since the book is told from her perspective. She’s also a flat character and a bit too omnipresent when it comes to being at important events, even before her marriage to Bernadotte. We also don’t learn much about her as a person so there’s no reason to sympathize with her. Personally, I just didn’t care about her. She’s supposed to be someone who becomes a grown strong person throughout the story but we don’t see much character development to reflect this.

Napoleon Bonaparte is a bit more complex but that bar is low anyway. He definitely has his moments when he’s a jerk but can be a romantic. Also he kisses Desirée without her consent in the book during a game similar to Hide and Seek. Yeah, I wish I was kidding but he’s basically sexually assaulted her in that scene. Other than that, not much to see here either.

Josephine Bonaparte is more complex but still bland and almost saintly at times. Her flaws are severely downplayed or omitted.

The Bonaparte sisters are all catty cunts outright compared to the Furies in the book. Letizia suffers the same fate.

Joseph Bonaparte is a loyal brother and a nice man.

Julie is the doting big sister.

Bernadotte is a loving husband and an ardent Jacobin who has “Death to Kings” tattooed on his chest in the book. Yeah, that old chestnut that is actually nothing more than a myth.

And so on. It’s like a show with cardboard cutouts in lieu of a story with good characters.

5. The Setting

Some descriptions are quite vivid, especially when it comes to Malmaison, but that’s about the only good thing I can say about this book.

6. The Writing

Hoo boy… Remember how I said that the characters feel like cosplayers from modern times? Well, Desirée (in the book) uses gems like “I rooted for her”. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure a bourgeois woman from that time wouldn’t know such words.

The dialogue in the book is mediocre due to the blandness of the characters and Pataki probably not giving two shits about delivering a good book, despite the fact that she is from a very rich and influential family and could’ve easily obtained access to all the research.

But hey, what do I know?

7. The Conclusion

Don’t read this book. Really, just don’t waste your time. I’m disappointed that the author took a good concept for a novel, wiped her ass with it and served the results in novel form.

I have my issues with that 1954 movie about Desirée, but, compared to THIS, that movie is a flawless masterpiece and at least there I felt some sort of way about Desirée as a character. Here, on the other hand, I just don’t give a shit, which is about the worst thing an author can achieve.

Anyway, to fit the theme of an extraordinary person the author was going for, here’s the promised song.

I hope you enjoyed the review and the song. Thank you for joining me today at the Jacobin Fiction Convention and stay tuned for future reviews!

Love,

- Citizen Green Pixel

#jacobin fiction convention #the queen’s fortune #desiree clary #napoleon bonaparte #josephine bonaparte #jean baptiste bernadotte #joseph bonaparte #julie clary #maximilien robespierre

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Life

Word Count: 2,559

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Nettles

Warnings ⚠️: Spoilers for Fire & Blood; age gap relationship

Description: Life as always marched on. Just as sure as the season.

AN: This story takes place from 135 AC onward following the events of the Dance. I’ve also aged up Nettles a smidge and basically kept Daemon’s show age for reasons.

Chapter 1: The Visitor, Chapter 2: An Impossible Truth, Chapter 3: Spring, Chapter 4: Birth

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142 AC-Mountains of the Moon

Spring had come and gone. The seeds had long been planted. Birth had given way to life. Sprouting to a fine bloom. Giving way to summer. Life as always marched on. Just as sure as the season. Though a new beat reign. The page that marked the change turned to begin a new chapter. One of adventure. Of growth. Of exploration. Of enjoying the fruits of one’s labor. A ripe harvest. A sweet bounty.

“This is the last one Daemon.” The man paid her no mind as he rocked the babe in his hands. Nettles barely was able to hold the boy before he was swept into his father’s arms. Daenerys, Addam, and Baela who had made the trek from Driftmark with little Laena, stood crowding him. Cooing over the newest edition to their family. A new brother.

Addam especially was overjoyed at the prospect of no longer living in “a den full of girls.” He loved his sisters dearly, but he would have a playmate now. A brother to join him in on his adventures. Of course, the little babe in his father's hold had some growing to do before the two could embark upon them.

Their youngest, a girl, who Nettles insisted they name after her husband's mother, let us do the name some good, Alyssa sat glued to her side. She had thrown her little arms around her middle after being warned to be gentle with her mother by her father and Shalla before she had left to give the family some privacy.

Her babe was content enough observing her new sibling from a distance. At a moon shy of her third name day she no doubt wanted to be coddled as the youngest for a little while longer. Alyssa was still attached to her mother's hip. Not that Nettles minded. No, she enjoyed her little company. Her sweetest babe. The last of her woes went away with her birth

Nettles felt her eyes fluttering as she petted the back of Alyssa’s dark coils that twined hers. Her youngest son's birth had been quick. He was out into the world in a matter of hours. Her shortest labor yet and her most uneventful. An easy labor. A summer babe. Her first and her last. She was determined to hold true to her resolve and relish in all that she and her husband had been blessed by the Gods with.

“He looks like a Jon, wouldn't you agree father?” Dany looked up at her father with a set of hopeful mix-matched eyes while Baela threw her father a smirk and a chortle. Causing the Targaryen man’s violet eyes to narrow briefly at his eldest daughter before reaching out to pat his younger daughter’s honey hand in placation.

Baela knew of his past relationship with a certain Jon in reference to her beloved stepmother. The relationship had improved tremendously, but it was still great fun even at her age to poke at the old dragon that resided within her father.

The younger girls had innocently conspired to name the babe Jon. Dany was the first to suggest so. The name of a dead family friend who could be depended upon to provide them with entertainment, presents, and sweets. She had enlisted her elder sister to join in on her campaign upon her arrival. Alyssa was at a stage where she naturally followed whatever her elder sister suggested.

“He looks like a Bran to me father.” Addam countered. He reached out a hand to grab hold of the boy's flailing arms. The boy was obsessed with the heroes of old. His newest interest as of late. The perfect interest for their most studious boy.

Serious for a boy of six, but he had grown bold with each name day that passed. Not as his sister who had turned into a little troublemaker with a penchant for mischievous merriment, however, he was opinionated in his own way. Particularly when it came to the subjects he knew best.

“My loves, your father will name him.” Nettles offered her husband a tired smile, one which was returned tenfold. Their eyes met from across the room. Tis what they had long ago agreed upon. She had named Alyssa and Addam while he had named Daenerys. Their first child. It was only fair that he named their last.

If it was left up to their children the babe would no doubt find himself left with an ill-suited name. If it was up to Alyssa in particular her younger brother would end up with the name dragon or Sheepstealer. The girl was nearly as fond of her mother’s dragon as her elder sister.

Over the years and their babes, Sheepstelar had yet to lay so much as a clutch of eggs. It mattered not. Nettles still took to the skies often with Dany in tow or her husband when he felt up to it. Flying around their glen and the valleys that dotted the Mountains of the Moon. Thrilling the Burned Men below that occupied said valleys when they caught glimpses of their Máthair (mother) on her dragon.

Alyssa on occasion would accompany them. Addam preferred to stay on the ground with his head in his books. Little Lana and her mother were always invited for a ride or two whenever they graced Nettles glen and hearth with their lively presence. The first time that the brave little Velaryon girl took flight with Nettles it had brought a watery smile to her mother's face and a memory.

“My mother would fly us around Driftmark. Sometimes we’d make it all the way to Dragonstone.” A memory of a youth long since passed, but one that would never fade. Sheepstealer served his rider's family and the hill tribes well. The last dragon in the known world.

No dragons hatched upon Dragonstone or Driftmark’s shores nor in the Dragonpit of Kings Landing for the better part of five years. Aegon, the terrified boy king, who had become a rather solemn young man made no effort to save the beastly creatures from extinction or to command that Sheepsteelar, who was on occasion spotted by the smallfolk of the Vale, be brought to him. He remembered his now stepmother Nettles with some fondness. Remembering how and why she had come into their lives in the first place. A power that man mayhaps should have never meddled with.

Morning had died some years back. Not long after Rhaena had married Garmund Hightower, the small she-dragon had grown sick. Lonely. The last of her kind and gone before she could take flight.

They were informed of the news by Baela during one of her visits. Her twin was rightfully devastated by the loss. To lose a dragon so hard fought was no small woe. A thought that Nettles did not wish to worry over. Sheepstealer had always been a healthy solitary creature even when he resided upon Dragonstone with other dragons in counting.

The time of dragons was near an end in Westeros and Rhaena was a causality of this, but there was hope yet. In time, just as in the change of seasons, she had recovered. Life had done her well. It had done them all well. The season had held true. It was a joyous spring. Life abound.

Dany and Addam’s births had marked the first of many. A fact which Baela teased both her father and her sister mercilessly for. “She’s as fertile as you are father.” A smirk was placed on her silver brow. “She’ll soon have as many babes as you’ve given Nettles.”

Her last words had caused her stepmother’s brown face to heat up at the insinuation. As if she were a maiden of six and ten. At one and thirty, seven years of marriage, and four children Nettles from time to time still found herself succumbing to moments of shyness.

It seemed that every time the Lady of Driftmark made the trek to Nettles and her father’s glen or Oldtown to her sister she found them both with child. Neither Garmund nor her father could keep their hands to themselves when it came to their wives. The similarity couldn’t be dismissed much to the irritation of Daemon who was less than fond of the thought of his second child in a constant delicate state at the hands of a Hightower. No matter how estranged their relationship she was still his daughter and old sentiments died hard.

A reconciliation of sorts between Rhaena and Daemon had occurred. The old dragon had put aside his pride to reach out an olive branch to his second daughter offering at long last his apologies for his poor treatment. A hurt that could have been prevented.

Time does not heal all wounds, but it does dull aches. Rhaena had made her peace. The girl had moved on long ago from her isolating youth, but the ache of neglect would always remain. Letters between the two were sparse though there was some measure of correspondence for the children’s benefit, with Baela who served as a messenger between the two parties. Despite the strain, Rhaena would not be a stranger to her youngest siblings. She had made it plain that Nettles and her children were welcome at Hightower whenever they wished.

Civility was all that could be asked for between father and daughter. The distance would remain a mountain and sea that separated them. The young Targaryen woman was content and fulfilled with her life in Highgarden. Rhaena had a family of her own to care for and care for her. In Garmund Hightower had found a surprisingly happy union. It was more than could be said for her elder twin.

Alyn Velaryon. The Lord of Driftmark. Baela’s husband. The match had turned out to be less than ideal. The two lived near separate lives. The lord was too busy trying to keep and maintain House Velaryon’s status which was ever-weakening. He was always at sea and made little time for his lady wife and children.

He had once visited his good-fathers and step-good-mothers humble glen. The children loved him. Addam relished in listening to tales from his adventures and the man himself was pleased with his brother's namesake, but his mind was away. Alyn was discouraged from it all.

Driftmark had been made into Baela’s domain in her husband's absence. The Lord and Lady of Driftmark had struck up a bargain and the lady had found her own joy in it thankfully. She had assured Nettles of that.

“Do not worry mother.” Baela locked their arms together. An impish glint lit up her face as she gazed at the children playing a game of monsters and maidens. The slightly younger woman had taken to calling her mother in good-natured humor from time to time.

The two walked hand in hand. Taking a stroll around the perimeter of her gardens. It had been a near-perfect spring day some year and a half ago. “Laena keeps me busy and I have my own diversions.” What those diversions were exactly Nettles would not ask nor judge her for them. She could not. They all deserved happiness.

In the present Nettles let out another yawn. It did not go amiss by her ever-dutiful husband. The children would’ve been ushered out by now for their mother to get some much-needed rest, but their father had a weakness. Them. Baela, however, was just as observant but much less lax and the newborn babe asserted his own interests. With a cry for his breakfasts.

“Come now children.” She held out a hand for Dany to take. Little Lana had taken her other. “Let us leave father and your mother alone.” Alyssa protested, but she was swayed by the promise of a treat. Trailing after her siblings and niece as they went in search of their sweets. Baela paused at the door. Gifting her old friend and the babe in her father's arms an affectionate glimmer. “He is a bony babe Nettles.”

Daemon moved to help the babe to latch onto her teat once the children had gone off in search of some amusement. There was plenty of it to be found on what would morph into a warm summer day. “He does look like a Jon husband.” The old dragon let out a laugh. The pale skin around his eyes crinkled to bring attention to the smile lines upon his face. In the way, his wife liked best. He brought down a calloused hand to stroke their son's chubby cheek as he greedily drank his mid-morning meal. He was a hearty little thing.

The babe looked most like his elder brother when he himself was a babe some odd years ago. Though his hair was more curly than wavy. A head of black curls. His eyes were as dark as his mother's, but there were flecks of lilac in his brown irises if one were to look long enough.

Daemon let out a sigh as he threw her a cheeky glance. She could tell her husband was contemplating it. He was not truly irritated by the suggestion. He could be swayed. It was not a bad name and did hold some value. The name of a friend.

Jon. The Vale man. A sheepherder's son. Who her husband had once been weary. Who he had been jealous of as prideful as he was. He would admit to that now with a belly ache of a laugh. With the man in question nonetheless. He who had viewed him as competition for the lady of his heart. What a difference a season and some years made. His first friend within the Mountains of the Moon.

Jon. A man who had taken the time to teach him the ways of the Burned men. Who listened to his stories and shared some of his own. Who had become his confidant apart from his little wife. Who would lend his hand when need be for him, for Nettles, and their family. The man had earned his friendship. He would trust him with the safety of his children. As would Jon likewise. With his and Bess’s ever-growing brood.

The former Rogue Prince counted the dark-haired sheepherder as one of his closest comrades. More of a brother than a friend. If not by blood or name then by deed. They had named Addam after a friend. Why not name his brother for another?

“I suppose sweet Netty you are right.” The babe began to quit. Having enough of his fill. His dark lashes fluttered closed. Lulled to sleep by his meal. “He does look like a Jon. Issa byka ōñosz.” My little light. A kiss was placed on her hairline as Nettles began to rest her eyes. Resting her head upon her husband’s shoulder. She felt her own self start to drift into the land of dreams. Her husband stroked her black coils. Gazing down at her and their youngest. His silver brow softened at the sight of the pair.

Jon. What sort of Jon he was to be remained yet to be seen, but there was plenty of time for himself to figure it out and his parents to watch in anticipation. To the rest of the year. To the rest of the summer. To every season and the many to come.

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