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edith-hyde · 2 years ago

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Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 30

Word Count: 3609

Summary: You and Norman are interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: Age gap. Make-out. PG/PG-13.

A/N: I believe some of ya'll wanted a bit of a heavier make-out sooo.... you're welcome. Still wholesome. Still decent. Yay for respecting boundaries! That's today's lesson: know what stop means.

Also, I believe Maskmare will enjoy today's surprise visitor.

Tagging: @druigswh0ree @digital-demise @maskmare931 and @b1ueoff1ine

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Having breakfast with Norman was like something out of a dream. It gave you a glimpse into that domestic life with him that you longed for. The two of you ate, chatted, had some coffee, and then moved into Norman’s office to talk some more. It was nearly noon and you had started walking around, inspecting Norman’s extensive mask collection.

“Wow you weren’t kidding!” You laughed, “You do have quite the collection.”

You had never really gotten into ceremonial masks. You personally found them a little unsettling. It was like they were watching you; passing judgment. As you stepped up to one, Norman sat in a nearby chair, his blue eyes glued to you.

“I can’t really explain why I love masks so much,” he said, “I suppose because I’ve always worn one, in some form or another.”

You looked back at Norman with a raised eyebrow. He gave you a kind smile as he tried to explain.

“Since I was a boy I put up a facade. Act strong and everyone will believe it. That’s how I built my company. Somewhere along the way, that mask just became who I was…”

“That can happen,” you said with a nod, “But I myself have never been very good at hiding much of anything.”

“I greatly admire that about you,” Norman said sweetly.

You turned to Norman. Inspecting him as he lounged in the chair, you were overcome with the urge to kiss him. Dressed in that black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a smile on his face- it was like he was asking for it.

But not just that… you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

After what he did in the car yesterday, he honestly deserved it.

You stepped around the front of the chair, lightly tracing your fingers along Norman’s arm which sat on the armrest. You saw Norman shudder slightly as his eyes snapped to your face.

“Well, it’s like I always say: Honesty is the best policy.”

You suddenly slid your right knee up on the chair next to his as you leaned over him. You slowly ran your hands up his exposed forearms till you reached where his sleeves touched his elbow- fully trapping him in place. Norman pulled back a little, blue eyes wide with surprise. His ears started to turn a bright shade of pink as you leaned closer to him.

“And I honestly wanna kiss you right now,” You said as seductively as you could.

Norman broke out into a laugh. You could’ve stopped there, already feeling a little embarrassed. But Norman didn’t seem too keen on letting you escape.

Meeting you halfway, your boyfriend granted your request. However, this time was a little different than the kisses before. The next thing you knew, Norman had pulled you forward to sit on his lap. His right hand slid up your neck to tangle into your hair while the other ran down the side of your leg. The sensation of his touch was intoxicating. As one of your hands snaked into his hair, the other gripped his shirt collar.

All you could think about was how much you loved him.

How much you wanted to be with him forever.

Eventually needing air, you ducked your head down to take several deep breaths. This was usually the moment the both of you would catch your breath. Maybe laugh and talk.

But Norman clearly didn’t want to talk.

He pressed several kisses to your jaw, then down your neck. You closed your eyes, still trying to find air for your lungs. A jolt went through you as you felt his left hand start to hike up the side of your shirt. The minute his fingers met your bare skin, your hand moved like lightning to grab his.

“Norman, stop.” You gasped.

“I’m sorry,” he said with shock as he pulled back, “I… I got carried away… I’m so sorry.”

Norman looked utterly ashamed of himself. You took a second to calm yourself, taking several deep breaths. After a moment, you laced your fingers with his and gave him a smile to let him know you weren’t all that upset.

“It was my fault… I shouldn’t have tempted you.”

You gave a laugh and Norman chuckled along.

“I’m not a very strong-willed man, Y/N. You should know that going forward.”

“Duly noted.”

You finally looked down at yourself. You had been so caught up in the feelings and sensations, you hadn’t fully realized your position.

And now that you did, your face started to burn like a wildfire.

“I… I don’t… I… I’m not… I’ve never…”

You started babbling as your anxieties skyrocketed. Norman had always seen you as a pure respectable lady. That’s how you wanted to be seen. The way you just acted would likely shatter that image of you. In the darkness of your worries, you told yourself that you were acting no different than Paige trying to seduce Norman.

“Y/N? What’s-”

You went to get up but Norman quickly caught your arm. You let him guide you back down so that you were sitting beside him. He held both your hands as he spoke.

“Talk to me. I know that face. What’s going through that head of yours?”

You met Norman’s serious gaze and quickly looked away. You felt silly. Like a child. Your anxieties told you that you weren’t mature enough for this kind of relationship. You had no experience and you got embarrassed with things so easily. Now you were all flustered. And here you thought you were finally getting comfortable with being close with him.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that,” you muttered, “Like some kind of hussy.”

Norman laughed at your word usage.

“Y/N, it’s okay! You didn’t do anything bad. How you felt and your need to express it is completely normal.”

Norman hooked a knuckle under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“If anyone is at fault here, it’s me. I crossed a boundary.”

“I was…. I was trying to pay you back for what you did in the car…”

Norman chuckled and pressed a kiss to your fingers.

“Trust me, you did. My heart is still pounding.”

Norman held your hand against his chest and sure enough, his heart was beating wildly. You inspected his face and saw that not only had his ears turned red, but his whole face as well.

“Mission accomplished then,” you giggled.

With a loving smile, Norman pulled you into his side and tucked your head under his chin as he wrapped an arm around you. Being close to him, you could still feel the rapid beating of his heart. The two of you sat like this for a while before another worry crossed your mind.

“Are you… are you mad that I don’t want…”

You weren’t really sure how to word your question, but thankfully Norman understood what you were asking.

“No. I may be a little impatient, but I am not mad. I respect you too much to be mad.”

“I appreciate that,” you sighed.

“I will do my best to behave, but I can’t promise anything. I may push the envelope from time to time.”

You giggled as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I’m fine with some stuff… Just… don’t go too far, ya know?”

Norman started stroking your hair.

“For now. I’m happy to just be able to hold you like this,” he said.

“I do like this.” You agreed as you snuggled closer, “But I also like all the kissing.”

Norman laughed before kissing the top of your head.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“I already told you. I’m a national treasure.”

“Indeed you-”

Norman was suddenly cut off by the sound of a slamming door. Footsteps echoed through the halls as a voice called out.

“Dad?! Are you here?”

Your blood ran cold as you heard Harry Osborn’s shout. You looked up at Norman. His face was drained of color as he stared in horror at the door.

Neither of you were ready for this.

“Dad!”

With Harry’s second shout, the both of you bolted up from the chair. You fixed your own clothes before turning to Norman and trying to straighten out his tousled hair.

“What do we do?” you whispered, “Do you want to tell-”

“No,” Norman whispered back, “Not like this. You have to hide.”

“Norman…”

Your boyfriend gave you a pleading look as he took your hand.

“I’m not ready to tell him, Y/N. Not yet. I’ve had enough emotional ups and downs today.”

That was a valid argument. Norman didn’t really need the added stress of telling his son that he was dating his own assistant that was half his age. And truthfully, you weren’t mentally prepared either. So at the risk of feeling like a teenager hiding from your boyfriend’s mom, you decided to go along with Norman’s request.

“Where do I hide?” you asked as you listened to Harry’s footsteps drawing closer.

Norman pointed towards the loft.

“He won’t look up there. Go!”

You ran up the narrow staircase that was tucked out of sight and emerged at the top. You gave Norman a quick wave before ducking down between two bookshelves. You still had a pretty good view of Norman and the room from your spot. But you were hidden in shadow so anyone below couldn’t see you. Not unless they were really looking.

“Can you see me?”

Norman stepped around to the side, checking a few angles.

“No. Your-”

The office door opened and Norman turned on his heels to face his son.

“Harry!” he greeted, “It’s good to see you!”

You watched as Harry stepped into the room. Norman pulled him into a hug and the boy returned the embrace. You noticed how he closed his eyes, fully enjoying the moment. It made you realize that he likely relished moments like this as they were rare to him before. It was a strange thought to you, given how touchy Norman was with you. People really can change.

“What brings you by?” Norman asked as he pulled back.

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Harry answered with a shrug.

“Well it’s always good to see you. How are things at school?”

Norman and Harry both moved to sit in the set of high backed chairs. Norman of course took the one that faced towards the loft. And, even though he couldn’t see you, his eyes would occasionally dart upward towards your hiding place. You wanted to tell him to stop looking so suspicious.

“Things are going okay I guess…”

You hated to listen in on their conversation like this, but there wasn’t much you could do. You just hoped Harry wouldn’t stay for very long…

Your foot was likely to fall asleep if you sat here for too long.

——

Norman tried his best not to look up at the loft and draw attention to you. He should’ve led Harry out of the room. But the boy had headed straight for one of the chairs leaving Norman no choice but to follow suit.

“Did you finish that report you were working on?” Norman asked.

He wanted to keep the conversation going even though you were hiding. He didn’t want to ruin this crucial moment with his son.

“Yeah I finished it,” Harry answered, “I’m really struggling with some of my business courses though.”

“You’re smart, son. You’ll figure it out.”

Harry scoffed and Norman cocked his head.

“What?”

“I’m still trying to get used to… this.”

Harry gestured towards Norman.

“What do you mean?” Norman questioned.

“Well, before you’d never give me compliments. I had to fight for them.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and instantly began backtracking.

“I’m sorry. I’m not complaining I just…”

“No you’re right,” Norman said with a sigh, “I was never very supportive, was I?”

“You did your best, dad. You were taking care of a company. It was important.”

“Not as important as you,” Norman countered, “And I hate how long it took me to see it.”

“Better late than never, I guess.”

Norman nodded solemnly. He knew he had a lot to make up for.

“I also wanted to tell you…. Pete and I talked.”

Norman perked up, eyes wide.

“You did? How’d it go?”

Harry shrugged. He pulled into himself; like he was trying to hide inside of the chair.

“Got a lot out in the open, I think. MJ was there too. She actually apologized. And… and so did I.”

“That’s good!” Norman said with a smile, “I’m glad you all were able to talk things out.”

“It’s still really awkward,” Harry lamented, “But I think I’m gonna move back into the apartment. I don’t really like my new place…”

“I’ve paid the rent clear up until the end of the year,” Norman said with enthusiasm.

“Thanks Dad…”

Harry leaned forward to brace himself on his knees. His eyes were on the floor as he spoke.

“Pete also told me how you offered him a part time job.”

“Does that upset you?” Norman asked carefully.

Harry met his father’s gaze and shrugged.

“It did at first but I’m okay. Maybe with a proper job he’ll finally pay his part of the rent on time.”

Harry chuckled to himself as he cast his eyes back to the floor.

“I think working at OSCORP is a good fit for him… and he told me he’s really considering it. He asked me if it was okay and I told him it was.”

“Harry, I’d you ever wanted to work at-”

“I don’t,” Harry said quickly, “Not right now anyways. I wanna finish college and really get all that business stuff down first.”

Norman smiled and bobbed his head in agreement.

“That’s smart. Learn all you can now so you’ll be ready for the future.”

“Yeah…”

An awkward silence settled between the two Osborns and Norman struggled with what to say next. He ended up falling back on work related things.

“So… there’s a gala this Friday. We’re celebrating the new direction of the company. I’d like you to come.”

Harry flopped back into the chair.

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to come,” Norman said, “But you’re invited. It’s going to be a fantasy masquerade.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow.

“Fantasy Masquerade, huh? Did ya lose a bet or something?”

With a laugh, Norman shook his head.

“No. I quite like the idea. Y/N picked it out.”

Norman couldn’t hide the pride in his voice. Harry’s eyebrows went up as his curiosity was piqued.

“Y/N? Whose that?”

“You met her before,” Norman said, trying to sound casual, “She’s my assistant.”

Norman, of course, felt it best not to mention your status as his girlfriend.

“Ah, right. The cute girl in the flower blouse.”

“Yes…” Norman sighed wistfully.

Norman settled back into his chair, his eyes drifting towards the loft. You were cute in your flower blouse. It was one of his favorite outfits that you wore.

“Say, dad…?”

“Hmmm?”

Harry flippantly gestured towards the door.

“Would you wanna go get some lunch tomorrow?”

Norman grinned as he leaned forward on his knees.

“I’d like that a lot. You can come by the office around noon.”

Harry rose to his feet.

“Alright, cool… I better get over to the apartment. I’m supposed to move myself back in.”

Norman stood and started walking Harry to the door.

“Do you need any help? I can go with you.”

Harry gave a smile and patted his dad’s shoulder.

“It’s okay. Pete’s gonna help me. I’ll see ya tomorrow, aight?”

Norman nodded, brimming with pride for his son. Just as he was about to tell him goodbye, Harry’s attention was snagged by something in the office. He did an abrupt turn and pointed.

“Where did that come from?”

Norman scowled.

“Where did what come from?”

Turning to see where his son was pointing, Norman feared that your coat was somehow in the room even though he knew it was in the closet by the door. In a way, the thing Harry had noticed was worse than your coat- it was the drawing you had done of him.

“Oh! That…”

Harry shuffled up to it and gently picked it up. Norman drifted over next to him, fighting the urge to boast about your artistic ability. He had put it here in the office amongst some of his favorite pieces.

“This is really good,” Harry praised.

“Yes it is. It was a gift from… a friend.”

Norman struggled not to say your name. He was so torn between his pride in you and his fear of Harry’s reaction. He just wasn’t ready to face that music. He needed more time. He needed to plan the right speech…

At this rate he’d never be ready.

“Is it the same friend who helped you change your mind on stuff?” Harry asked quietly.

Norman was confused for a moment until he remembered the night he and Harry met at the diner by chance. Norman had admitted that someone had taught him that his way of solving problems was not the best way. While surprised that Harry remembered the passing comment, he was also happy he did. That meant he was at least listening.

“Yes, the same friend.”

“Girl?”

Norman scowled.

“A Woman, yes.”

“Right…”

Norman saw the gears turning in Harry’s head. He was likely overthinking- he was an Osborn after all.

“Harry-?”

“Dad, if you ever wanted to date somebody I wouldn’t care,” Harry suddenly blurted, “I know you’ve been alone since mom died and that’s gotta be hard. And I know you really loved her, but I don’t think she’d want you to be alone forever. And I… I wouldn’t be upset.”

Norman’s eyebrows went up as he watched Harry set the portrait back down. His son never once made full on eye contact with him, but Norman didn’t care.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged, “It wouldn’t be fair if I said you couldn’t… Just… don’t go marrying some gold digger, alright? I don’t want a stepmom that’s younger than me.”

Norman gave a sly smile.

“I promise, Harry- I would never consider someone younger than you.”

“Good… Well, I really better go. Bye dad.”

The two of them shared a hug after Norman had walked Harry to the front door. As Norman watched Harry walk away, he smiled. Their interactions still felt a bit strained but Norman was happy with the small amount of progress.

As he headed back towards the office, he held his head high. Despite the debacle going on with the Goblin, everything else was going well. He had to stay focused on the good things for now. Worrying over something that might happen wouldn’t help. He just had to stay strong and work on the formula when he had the chance. That was the best way to deal with this. If he let himself get stressed out over it, he would only be giving the Goblin what he wanted.

“Y/N?”

Norman stepped into the office to find you peeking out from the top of the loft. He smiled up at you and you grinned.

“That was a close one, huh?” you laughed.

“Indeed it was... What do you say to going for a walk with me?”

You beamed at him and gave an enthusiastic nod. But then your features fell.

“I should probably go home, actually… Tracy is bound to be flippin’ out. I wouldn’t be surprised if she called the police.”

“Ah right…” Norman tried his best not to sound too disappointed, “I’ll have Charles drive you home.”

“If you come with me, we can take the long way,” you offered with a smirk.

“We certainly can.”

—

You arrived back at your apartment and Norman offered to go inside with you to help quell Tracy’s worries.

“No, no. I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about her insinuating something. If you know what I mean.”

“Ah.”

Norman rubbed the back of his neck and you could see the red taking over his ears.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” he chuckled, “Have fun.”

“Right… fun… ugh.”

You ran both hands over your face before turning to Norman and kissing him goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, “Be good. Go to bed on time tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss.”

You smirked at Norman.

“Sure am.”

Heading inside, you trudged up the stairs and paused just outside of your apartment.

“Here we go…”

You unlocked the door and were instantly attacked by Tracy’s shouting.

“Y/N!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!”

“Oh hey Tracy,” you greeted casually.

Tracy threw a pillow at you and you barely dodged it.

“Where have you been, young lady?! I was worried sick!!”

You sighed as you hung up your coat and started into the room.

“I was- Kevin?”

You now saw your other college friend seated on the couch. He rose to his feet and pointed at Tracy.

“She called me. Said you were dead in a ditch somewhere because Norman Osborn killed you.”

You looked at Tracy with disbelief and she shrugged.

“I panicked. You better be glad I didn’t call the cops.”

“She wanted to,” Kevin said, “But I told her to give it a full 24 hours.”

“Good call,” you said with an eye roll, “Thanks.”

You came and sat down on the couch with a huff. You still needed to get a shower and change your clothes. But that would have to wait. First you had to survive the interrogation of your friends.

Oh joy.

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rehkkuma · 3 years ago

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like old times chptr. 2/4 | fugo x reader

PART 5 SPOILERS UNDERNEATH

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words: 1.2k.

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, angst, language.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

Fugo grumbled and opened his right eye, seeing his girlfriend standing in front of him. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not too long. Just 10-ish minutes," she replied, proceeding to kiss her boyfriend on the forehead.

"Hey, you two. You realize we share this space, right?" Mista complained, pointing at Coco Jumbo's shell.

Fugo turned red in embarrassment, hiding a part of his face onto the couch. "Fuck off," he spat.

Mista put his hands up defensively, not wanting to anger the boy any further.

"'Cara,'" Narancia air-quoted. "When did you become such a romantic, Fugo?" the raven-haired boy said in a flirty tone, one that could be found in a 50's movie. This only caused Fugo to groan into the armrest of the couch.

"Alright, let's leave the two love birds alone. We still have a job to finish," Bucciarati said firmly.

That's right. There was no time to goof around. This would be their final mission from the boss. Even after all that work, who knew how the boss would punish each one of them if they failed.

Outside the turtle, Giorno called out for Bucciarati. "We're here," he said.

"You heard him," Bucciarati repeated. "We're here."

Anyone else who wasn't already on the canal boat began to leave the turtle. Immediately, Narancia began to do an extensive search with Aerosmith while Mista prepared his Sex Pistols for any emergencies.

"Trish and I will enter the church as we were ordered," the capo said. "Also, Giorno. Could you give me that charm to wish me good luck on this final mission?"

'Good luck'? Fugo laughed to himself. Since when did Bucciarati need a lucky trinket? He thought it was a bit peculiar, but brushed it off as harmless.

"Yes, ladybugs do bring good luck," Giorno said, passing his brooch over. "I wish for everything to go smoothly, Bucciarati."

Y/n nodded. "Let's aim for an even higher position in the organization next time!"

"Mhm, yeah!" Narancia cheered.

Bucciarati smiled at his team. "Yeah... You're right." He looked over at Trish and signalled her to walk. "Let's go, Trish."

Sitting on the boat, the remaining team members watched as the two walked into the giant building.

"Hey," Fugo whispered in his partner's ear. "I heard the carpaccio at the Hotel Cipriani is fantastic."

"And what are you trying to imply?" she asked, a hint of flirt in her voice.

"I don't think I need to spell it out for you." He smirked, slyly putting his hand on top of hers.

"We'll discuss staying in Venice for a few days after Bucciarati returns."

"Whatever you say, tesoro."

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San Giorgio Maggiore. That was supposed to be their final destination. Trish would be taken to the top of the church along with Bucciarati as her bodyguard. Once the mission was completed, the gang would never see her again. So why the hell was she still here?

"I'll keep it short and simple," Bucciarati said as he placed Trish's limp body onto the boat. "I'm afraid I don't have the time to explain the details, but I betrayed the boss."

"I- I don't think I heard you right," Narancia stuttered in disbelief.

"Y-Yeah," Y/n added.

Giorno, who was standing beside the teen couple, approached Bucciarati in a collected manner. "I think you should explain. They might want to join our side."

Fugo then remembered Y/n's words from the night prior.

"Giorno. He's terrifying."

The words he didn't fully understand then, he could fully grasp at now.

As Bucciarati began to explain his reasonings for betraying the boss, Fugo couldn't get a word through his head. Why was this happening? Just a few minutes ago he was talking to the love of his life about a vacation in Venice. Fugo always believed in Bucciarati, so why did he choose to make such an idiotic decision-- and now at all times?

"I'm going to be blunt with you, Bucciarati," Fugo said, holding his arm to stop shaking. "I understand your reasons for doing what you did, but how could you let your emotions take over you like that?" His voice shook more as he talked, but he didn't stop. "I really owe you my life, but this is a completely different matter. You've lost sight of reality. No one can survive in this world on expectations alone, no one is going to get on that boat-"

Fugo's heart sank. Footsteps-- ones that belonged to neither Bucciarati's nor Giorno's approached the canal. Out of all the members, it was his dearest love's.

Without hesitation, she walked down the steps and onto the boat, taking a seat. "I don't know what I'd be chasing if I wasn't serving you, Bucciarati." She looked down into the water, refusing to see her boyfriend's reaction. "Leaving you alone to fight the boss is worse than killing you myself. I'm not going to let someone I love walk into a suicide alone."

Proceeding her betrayal against Passione, Abbacchio, Mista, and Giorno went on the boat as well.

"Love?" Fugo spat out. "Are you fucking delusional?"

Y/n took a deep breath and shook her head. "Don't get it wrong. The love I feel for Bucciarati is not similar to what I feel for you. I was never loyal to Passione, I was always loyal to Bucciara-"

"God, you and Bucciarati! I always found it weird how you always sucked up to him!" Fugo gripped his fists, enough for them to turn white. "You care for him, so you're going to fucking die for him? If he told you to die right now, would you just do it like a wasted zombie? Do you have no backbone?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her tears from falling. "Maybe I don't."

"Cara, let's take a second to rethink things, alright?" he said, trying to take a soothing approach. "I care for you, so so much. I don't think you should do this, please."

Bucciarati looked over at Y/n, concerned. "He's right. You don't have to do this."

"After hearing Fugo, I think my decision has been made clear." She used the back of her hand to wipe the inner corners of her eyes. "Thank you, Fugo. For everything. Maybe we'll get to share dinner in Venice next time."

The poor boy couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. His knees fell to the floor, tears following soon after. "You idiot!" he coughed out, voice cracking. "There isn't going to be a next time."

Fugo remained on the floor, crying. Behind him, Narancia restlessly scratched at his arms, still debating whether or not he should join Bucciarati.

"Is this going to be all?" Giorno asked, looking at Narancia and Fugo, then back to the passengers on the boat.

"It seems so," Bucciarati said. "Once we take off, you're officially traitors."

Mista, Abbacchio, and Y/n nodded understandingly.

"Alright. Let's go then." Bucciarati then leaned down to start the boat.

While the other members looked off into the distant water, Y/n tried her best not to turn around. She knew if she looked back at Fugo, she'd be a crying embarrassment. As much as she tried not to, she found herself turning anyways. Once she saw Fugo's broken form weeping on the ground, it was a lost cause for her. Smalls cries turned into loud sobbing, her voice hicking as she gasped for breath.

"Y/n." Bucciarati calmly made his way next to the girl, wrapping his arm around her. "I promise you that you'll see him again. I know he'll be waiting for you."

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madaboutmunson · 2 years ago

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Don't Stand So Close To Me - Part 11 - Wild Horses

Part 10 | Part 12 | Chapter list | Eddie Munson Fanfiction Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, crude humour, romance, angst, food

Summary: Lyra gives Eddie the grand tour of her home. An impromptu jamming session forces confessions from them both.

Word Count: 5.8K

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Lyra finally got the keys in the lock, her hand still shaking, but right now, she wasn't sure what was making her adrenaline go into overdrive like this. Could it still be what happened in the mall, all the overwhelming emotions that came with that or was it because she finally lost control of herself in the van and reached out and grabbed him? Thankfully he'd been kind enough to not freak out.

"Sure...yeah...I can show you around. It's not all that interesting, honestly. It's just big" she gives a nervous laugh and pushes open the door.

"Home sweet home," she says with a hint of sarcasm.

Eddie walks into the hallway, hands full of bags, spins around, looking up and around himself, and lets out a long whistle.

Lyra does feel a little embarrassed about her house, it feels a lot like an overbearing drunk friend that tagged along when just trying to have a quiet catch-up with someone else, but she couldn't deny how incredibly endearing Eddie's reaction was.

His mouth had been partially open since they left the van, his eyes wide, taking everything in, occasionally cursing under his breath. She realises she's been looking at him for entirely too long when he finally looks back at her as she's mid-shoe change.

"Lyra, this place is insane!" He says, almost doubling over in excitement and laughing, "Are you changing into house shoes?" He says giddily.

"Do you want some? We have some for guests," Lyra says, grabbing a set still in the packaging from the cupboard.

He rushes forward to see and then suddenly changes his mind, "Ah, you know what, actually, no. Unless, of course, I have to?" he weirdly looks nervous.

"No, not at all, you're good. Is everything ok? Is it overwhelming in here?" Lyra asks curiously.

Eddie looks everywhere but at Lyra, "No, it's not that", he rubs the back of his neck.

"Eddie, whatever it is, is not as bad as me having a meltdown in your van, ok? So speak freely. I'm not great at guessing other people's thoughts, so your gonna have to help me out." Lyra says kindly but with frankness. She'd already potentially crossed an extensive line, physically, so why not be honest about what she was thinking too.

"Well, it's just, uh..." Eddie takes his foot out of his shoe, and Lyra can see his sock has a hole in it where one of his toes sticks out.

Lyra laughs, and Eddie looks mortified, "No, no, no. Eddie. I'm not laughing at you", she leaps to reassure him, "That happens to me all the time. I can fix them for you if you like?"

Eddie lets out a breath, "Really? You aren't just saying that?"

"I swear. I'll show you. Follow me" She slides a pair of new house slippers to Eddie and gathers up the bags, running up the stairs like she was eight years old again. Eddie, not being used to these stairs takes a little extra time but not much.

She waits for him at the top of the stairs, "Come on!" She says excitedly. She dumps the shopping bags in front of her bedroom door and continues running down the hall to another. She stops and laughs. She wasn't even sure why she was running. She just felt this overwhelming wave of excitable energy and had to expel it somehow.

Lyra opens the door to her sewing room, stops just inside the door, rifles through her project materials bin, and finds three pairs of overly repaired socks, "Found them!" She shouts, turning around only to be barged into at full speed by Eddie.

He steps back, smiling with a small laugh, "Shit, sorry. I lost you."

Lyra grins back, she can't deny the nervous energy the collision inspired, and her eyes scan him up and down a few times, and she clears her throat, "So yeah, look", she shows him the many repairs of her own. She feels Eddie staring at her and laughing a little, "And now I realise how desperately uncool this actually is", she says quickly, throwing them back in with the other waiting projects, "I just..."

"...wanted to make me feel comfortable and share a common ground", he finishes for her gently, "Thank you", he gives her a shy look from under his hair. Then proceeds to take a walk around the room.

"So this is where the Lyra magic happens, is it? Where you make all your creations, I mean" He gestures around the room, taking significant strides around it, playing with anything in arm's reach, such as the rolls of fabric or pots of findings adorning the shelves.

"Yeah, I guess", Lyra finally answers, twisting her fingers behind the palm of her other hand with nerves. Being on home turf definitely felt safer, she obviously felt more herself, but this room wasn't just a sewing room. It was practice for her life's dream. It was part of her very being, and for that reason alone, it felt important that Eddie liked it. She felt herself waiting for his seal of approval.

"So, are you working on anything right now?" He says, leaning on the middle dress form, which warmed Lyra's heart because it was still adjusted to Eddie's measurements.

"Not right now, other than the stuff for the show, but that's just bits here and there now." Lyra indicates the bag of accessories that have hand-stitched items on them.

"Ah, that's a shame," he says, nearing completion of his circuit, making his way back over to Lyra, "I'd hoped to get a sneak peek at your next project".

Lyra's heart swells at his indication of interest in something so important to her as he paces slowly towards her, looking her in the eyes, "He wasn't right, you know. What you do in here isn't little, not by a long shot. From what I've seen you're really good at it. Its good to have a dream, makes this town bearable" he smiles kindly and turns his attention to the sewing machine between them both.

"So what's Eddie Munson's dream?" Lyra asks, wanting to change the subject from Curt as soon as possible.

"Oh me, just something small, like, I dunno, headlining at The Garden" he stands back up, a hand on his belt buckle, the other aiding him in a shrug as he laughs.

Lyra feels confused, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, you know it's just a bit unrealistic, is all, but it's fun to think about," Eddie says, turning on his heel and engaging in another lap of the room.

"Why is it unrealistic?" Lyra asks, genuinely puzzled.

Eddie stops walking, turns entirely to face her, and mirrors her look of bemusement, "You're serious?"

"Yes. You have charisma, a bold look, and a band, and I haven't met many people as persistent as you, and that can honestly be where a lot of success lies. So why couldn't you make it?" Lyra asks.

Eddie lets out a small laugh and puts his hands in his pockets. "You haven't even heard me play." He says as he looks up at her.

Lyra laughs. He is absolutely right, she hasn't, but to her, it didn't seem like he couldn't do it. She could see him on stage. He certainly looked like some people she'd seen on posters and magazines. "You're right. I haven't. I guess I kind of assumed you were very talented at it. You're great on stage, and I've heard you sing around the place. You have an ear for music, or at least are in tune. That much is clear." She gestures to the door, "You could show me if you want."

Lyra waves him over, walks out of the sewing room, walks a bit further down the hallway, opens the music room door, and holds the door open for Eddie, watching him closely as he walks in. His hands go to his head, turning around in the middle of walls full of records.

Lyra lets the foam-padded door slide silently back to closed, "It's alphabetical by artist or band name, obviously by surname and minus the The's at the start, you know. I had originally wanted to do it by year and then alphabetically because then you could be like transported back to a time or feeling, you know, but it was kindly pointed out to me that it's not the common way people look for music and guests might find it difficult to navigate so. And I'm waffling on, sorry. But, yes, the reason I said to come in here." Lyra speaks quickly and then hurries over to a concertina room partition. Flicks open the locks and pushes it to the side.

The noise is enough to make Eddie finally turn towards her rather than being enraptured by the thousands of records.

The cornered-off piece of the room contains a baby grand piano, a few acoustic guitars, a microphone, some amps, a pa system, a few electric guitars, a violin, and an assortment of smaller brass and wind instruments.

"What the fuck, Lyra?" Eddie says in awe as he steps into the room, "Who's is all of this stuff?"

"Ok, so um, don't judge me. It's all kinda mine. When I wanted to try something, I was given it to try, but I didn't really stick to anything for long. Well, apart from the piano. I still play that sometimes. I was looking for my thing. I'm just very privileged to be able to try them all." She says, a little embarrassed. She's pretty confident at this point Eddie would see her for the spoilt kid she was, but she was so eager to impress him, but not to say, look at all the things I have, more like I have these things, I'd like to share them with you because you showed me kindness. It was like a transaction, she thought, a fair trade, "You can use whatever you like, or you know, not. I'm not trying to force you into playing"

Eddie looks over at the guitars, sitting, waiting in their stands, and picks up the black Fender Stratocaster. Lyra watches Eddie put it on and adjust the strap. Then pulling a pick out of his pocket, plays out a short little melody on the strings, and for a few seconds, Lyra just gets absorbed in watching him play until his voice snaps her out of it, "Lyra! Do you have a cable?"

"Oh, yes, of course," she says hurriedly, thinking for a moment and rushing over to a drawer, plugging one end into a small amp for him, and handing him the other.

She goes and sits on the piano stool and waits for him to finish setting up.

Being this close to the amplifier, even though it isn't huge when Eddie launches into those first few chugging riffs of the song, it goes right through Lyra. He's mostly looking at the guitar. So Lyra doesn't have to worry too much about how long she's looking at him or how

She cannot help but feel a little disappointed she hadn't given him time to take his coat off before coming here. That might be the only thing to improve the scene before her. Seeing the muscles in his arms make his tattoos move as he played. His fingers gracefully danced over the strings along the fretboard, and his other hand forcefully bent them to his will, making Lyra shudder. She didn't think she'd ever wanted to be an inanimate object before, but the performance made her mind race, and her heart thumps powerfully in her chest.

She turns towards the piano in a vain attempt to save herself, but it feels impossibly too late. It had probably been impossibly too late for her since the beginning of the week. She had unfortunately been completely bewitched, and in the van today, she'd thrown her arms around him. Initially, she thought it was for the comfort of someone, anyone. The experience in the mall had transported her back to that empty shell of a feeling. The same she had from realising she'd been manipulated, and it felt so lonely. She needed something, anything, to save her from the internal abyss of self-flagellation. So she'd reached out and grabbed the thing that had been saving her the last six months. A weird, annoyingly kind metalhead.

She listens to him play and joins in on the piano, at first just base notes, then chords, then finding a suitable pattern to play as accompaniment.

Lyra feels a weight on the piano stool, and she looks around and sees one of Eddie's house slippers stepped upon it. He was still playing but watching her hands on the piano.

"You know this one?" He shouts over the instruments.

"Kind of. It's Metallica, right? Um...for whom the bell tolls on ride the lightning, 1984?" Lyra yells back, focussing back on her playing rather than Eddie.

There is no answer, just a shift of weight on the stool again as she looks out the corner of her eye and sees he's gone back to the amp. Had she said the wrong thing. She feels the anxiety bubble up in her and stops playing.

"Why'd you stop?" Eddie asks, also stopping playing.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for in the van...you know, grabbing you like that" Lyra lets the words burst out of her, and the relief is instant. It's out there now. He'd say it was ok, or he understood or just don't do it again, and they could move on from it.

Eddie says nothing. Maybe he hadn't heard her. He takes off the guitar, puts it back in the stand and switches off the amp before walking back into the other part of the room.

He's looking through the albums, "So, secret metal fan, are you Lyra?"

She quickly moves after him, "Fan is a strong word, but it wasn't as bad as I thought, well, the little bit that I've heard."

"Uh-huh," he says, pulling out the ride the lightning album, putting it back, then doing the same with Killing Is My Business... and Business Is Good! By Megadeath.

He walks over to the I section and finds Powerslave by Iron Maiden.

He turns to face her from the shelving, "To save me the trouble, would you answer a query for me, please?"

"Of course," Lyra says happily if a little weirded out.

"Is there a singular album in the collection for each of the patches and pins on my vest?"

"Well, no..."

"...not the leviathan cross, but everything else, right?" He finishes for her

Lyra feels like she's missing a big something here, but she answers anyway, "Yes."

"Why?" He says, his expression serious, and it makes Lyra worried.

"When I make things, I like to listen to music that fits the theme or the person, so you get more insight."

"You could have just asked me, talked to me, to get to know me", Eddie suggests animatedly. With every 'me', he taps his chest with his fingers.

"Well, I couldn't then..."

"Wouldn't", he corrects, taking a step towards her, "You wouldn't talk to me, or at least only the minimum to tell me to get lost."

"Well, ok, but I really feel it was a bit of both..." Lyra's stomach contorts into a tangled bundle of fear. He knows. She's given herself away tonight. Shit.

"You pushed me away because you were worried about people thinking the rumours from your last school were true because of my reputation, right?"

"That's also a partial truth there, see, because..." she tries to explain awkwardly, but Eddie isn't listening. He's made his judgement and would call her out soon. Tell her he knows she has feelings for him, but he's just trying to help her out, and he doesn't reciprocate.

"And tonight, when it's just us, it's different, you're different, I'm..." He approaches her slowly, gesturing between the two of them. Finally, she can't bear it any longer. His dragging it out was torture.

"Dangerous, Eddie! Ok?! You're dangerous," she snaps back.

Eddie's expression, as best as she can make out, equates to surprise. He didn't know what she thought he knew. Lyra freezes for a moment and bites her lips together. She thought he had pieced everything together after the van. He knew how desperately she wanted him, but he didn't, and now she had dug a hole impossible to claw out of.

"You believe the rumours about me?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

Lyra stares at him for a moment, her chest heaving with urgent breaths. Her body preparing to run. She returns to the room partition and starts putting it back in place.

"Hey, no, you can't just not answer that, ok?" Eddie says. He sounds annoyed, his voice raised. she can hear him moving towards her.

She shoves the locks back in place, "Well, you didn't respond to my apology."

Eddies voice comes from the side of her "Because I didn't want to believe you were sorry, Lyra."

Lyra furrows her brow and stands back up, turning to him. He wasn't beside her, but he was close. She wouldn't even need to straighten her arm to touch him, "I don't understand. What do you mean you didn't want to me to be sorry? People just can't go around grabbing at people. It's weird and rude."

Eddie looks into her eyes, a little bit of sadness in them. Then, finally, he speaks quietly, "I answered your question. Now answer mine. Do you believe that I'm evil, cruel and terrible?"

"Oh my god, Eddie! No! Of course, I don't!" She says with alarm.

He looks confused, "But you said I was dangerous."

Lyra tears her eyes from his, puts her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath, "I did say that, but I didn't mean that kind of dangerous" she looks back up at him quickly and then tries to move away a little.

She feels a hand on her arm and looks back at Eddie. He's staring intensely at her, his jaw tensed and swallowing hard. "I agree, I do. People can't go around grabbing people, and they should be sorry. I just...um...I didn't want you to be sorry for grabbing me like it was a mistake. Was it? A mistake, I mean?"

All she can do is stare back at him.

His eyes plead with her, "Lyra, please, just answer"

"I'm scared to answer," she answers shakily, desperate to look away from his eyes, but they had her locked in.

"Scared of me?"

"No, just what might happen after the answer."

"Hey, look. I'm not like that, ok. I didn't want you to join Hellfire for anything other than I thought you needed help. But I wouldn't turn my back on you because you rejected me. No way," he states emphatically with conviction.

The cogs in Lyra's brain whirr into action. "Wait, what?" Her face was half contorted in confusion, half smiling, "You're making a pass at me?"

"Ah fuck, I knew this was dumb as shit. Oh well, it's out there now." He lets go of her and gives a disappointed smile, "It's ok, though. I'm not like that, alright? But I am gonna need a drink to put out these flames."

"Eddie, come here." She says, a massive grin on her face.

"Nah, I don't want your pity, Lyra. I'm fine, honestly," He says, starting to walk out the door.

"I meant dangerous as in temptation, Eddie", she shouts after him quickly, and he stops halfway out the door.

"It's overwhelming being around you sometimes because I am desperately trying to prove everyone wrong about me. That I'm not a slut, or temptress or whatever they wanna call me. I was just trying to be good. You were just trying to be kind. And all I could do was push you away, so it was easier. But this whole week has been so hard, and in the van, I had no fight left in me, Eddie, and I felt so alone. I didn't want to feel that way for a second, you know? Then the person who had been trying their hardest, for so long, to include me was right in front of me." Lyra looks over at the door, and all she can see is the giant demon on the Dio patch on his back, "Then you let me, and I thought that was you being kind again like you always are to me."

There is silence and stillness for what feels like an eternity to Lyra. She hadn't just laid her cards on the table. Instead, she'd ripped open the packet and chucked the entire pack at him. So she could at least afford him a few seconds to process.

"It was me," he says solemnly from the doorway, still not turning around.

Lyra is wholly lost and tries to work it out, "I don't understand what you mean, Eddie. Won't you come back in here and talk to me? I'm kinda feeling a bit vulnerable right now."

"Tabatha was mad at you because of me," he says, still not turning around.

"Well, I know that. She thought I was bad for the school and for her friends. I've seen you talking together a bunch of times." A sad realisation starts to fill Lyra's mind, "Oh, I see, her opinion matters a lot to you...well, ok, maybe I could win her over, get her to like me, see I'm not so bad?"

Eddie looks over his shoulder and grimaces, "She wasn't worried about that, Lyra. She was jealous. She was jealous because I left that tape for you."

He finally turns to face her in the doorway, "I wanted to see your reaction. I told myself it was because I wanted to make sure I hadn't messed up, but really I just wanted to see a smile I caused again. Because once I got that first one. I was hooked. And hand on heart, Lyra, I didn't realise I'd been lying to myself until today." He seems to be saying all good things, but his expression looks regretful, "I thought it was the clothes, then I thought it was something Liam had said, and I thought it was because you'd made me something that made me feel like you saw who I really was." Eddie wraps his arms around himself, "And even when I first put my hand on yours when you held me, I told myself it was because I wanted you to not be ashamed or worried, but I just didn't want you to let me go."

Lyra's heart is galloping. She's smiling but still confused. Whilst his words themselves indicated something potentially positive, his tone and expression were weighted down with a hint of sadness or regret maybe. She could quite put her finger on it. "but something is wrong?" She tries because she needs to figure out what the problem is here.

Eddie nods. "I saw how that guy treated you today, Lyra, and how he must have been hiding stuff and lying to you all that time. I don't want to be like him. I want to be honest with you, always. So you have to know. I couldn't tell you because I promised I would tell no one, but I have to tell you now because if I don't, you don't have the whole picture." He sighs, looking at her with a pained expression, "And before you make any decisions, you deserve to have all the facts."

"Tabatha was mad at you because", he takes a deep breath and rubs his hand down his face, "Fuck!"

Lyra suspects the worst. She could just throw up, but it's also unbearable watching him struggle, "You're with Tabatha?"

"Was! Was with. Kind of, but not really, not often. It was just for cheap weed. It wasn't an exclusive thing," Eddie protests, "After what she did in class, I ended it. It's over."

Suddenly things start to make much more sense to Lyra, but holy shit. He was with Tabatha or had been. No wonder she was so angry. Lyra was finding it hard to even look at Eddie right now. It feels like someone punched her directly in the stomach and knocked the wind right out of her.

Lyra stiffens her posture and expression, even though her heart is in pieces. She couldn't compete with Tabatha. That would be crazy, and why would Eddie downgrade like that.

"Thank you for telling the truth, Eddie," she says with a weak smile, as all her energy is currently holding back the backlog of tears waiting to find a weak moment to erupt from her eyes, "Are you hungry? I'm sure chef's left something you can take home. I know food didn't work out at the mall."

"Lyra! What the fuck? Are you just gonna move on like what we've just said to one another didn't happen? Why won't you look at me?" Lyra can hear the desperation in his voice. Part of her wants to reassure him, but she also wants him to leave so she can just let it all out. She hears him groan under his breath, "Fucks sake, Eddie. Every time!"

Lyra chances a look at him. He looked like a man awaiting his fate. His head bowed towards the floor, a hand in his hair, the other still wrapped around himself.

She was not good at reading people, she'd been fooled before, but he looked as broken as she felt. This was his doing, and he even said it himself. Lyra had suffered because of him and his actions. And at the same time, hadn't he persisted in his kindness for nearly half a year, couldn't she grant him one more day of her own, whichever way this went?

She walks over to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her for a second and looks to the floor again.

"Eddie, that revelation really surprised me, and yes, it hurts. But I know, well, I hope that wasn't your intention. It's provoking a lot of my insecurities. Tabitha is like a model, queen of Hawkins high, and I'm just me, understand? I can't comprehend why you would give that up. And then I wanted to be upset, and I didn't want you around to see it. So I tried to push you away again. I can see you are upset too, and it wasn't my intention to do that. I wasn't trying to hurt you either" she adjusts her hand on his shoulder a little, "You can see why this is complex, though, right? It's been two days since you ended things with Tabitha. So it makes sense why she was so pissed, and my antics today are not going to have helped. But more than all that, it's really soon for you, isn't it?"

She moves her hand to his chin to lift his face to look at her, "I've said my piece. I'd really like to hear yours if you are comfortable sharing. If not, that's ok too." She says as gently as possible, pushing down any big emotions with all her might.

Eddie looks at her with those big soulful eyes. He bites his lips together and looks behind her and back into her eyes.

Lyra turns around, half expecting someone to be there, but there is no one, just a room full of music.

She turns back, "You want to use the music?" Eddie nods.

"Ok, then", she musters a small smile for him and offers the crook of her arm to walk him back into the room, which he takes, "The turntable is just here. Hopefully, we've got something that will help" she pats his arm and goes to sit in one of the floor bean bags, giving him some space.

Eddie takes a good few minutes to get to the stereo with something in hand.

As Lyra waits, the fear and upset creep in again. She can't tell if this is some elaborate ruse or if Eddie is being genuine.

Her insecurities remind her of her past, what she'd heard of his and what he had just revealed. Had he just told her that to play Tabitha and herself against one another, denying everything to both of them like some cruel double agent?

Meanwhile, she thinks he could have not said anything at all, she wouldn't have known. He said he'd told her because if something was going to happen, he wanted it to be honest and not be like Curt. So he'd risked it. To ensure she wasn't in the dark about anything. He had tried to tell her before, in the office, without any of this extra stuff going on.

A small crackle emerges from the speakers dotted around the room. Lyra feels that maelstrom of fear of the unknown starts up again inside of her. But, whatever the answer was, it would come out of those speakers and seal their fate.

Lyra looks over at the stereo. Eddie still stood over it, his back to her as the song's opening played a slow guitar strumming and the familiar voice of Mick Jagger singing somberly over it.

Graceless lady

You know who I am

You know I can't let you

Slide through my hands

Wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer

A dull aching pain

Now you've decided

To show me the same

No sweeping exit

Or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter

Or treat you unkind

Wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

And he lifts the arm off the record but doesn't say a word.

Lyra collapses forward, covering her face with her hands to catch the silent tears of relief.

She gets up from the bean bag and moves towards him. He's still stooped over the turntable, his hands planted tightly on either side of it. "Eddie?" She says softly, trying to disguise the emotion in her voice. He raises his head in response but doesn't turn around.

Lyra dares a few steps closer behind him, "Eddie, could I hold you?" She tries again.

Eddie nods, and his body lurches forward into a sob. Lyra catches him from behind in her arms, pressing the side of her face against his back. Then, clasping her hands around his chest and squeezing him into her. Almost immediately, his hands capture hers, and he moves them a little higher, putting her fingertips over the centre of his chest, and pressing them to him.

She stays like that for a while, with her hand on one side of him and her ear the opposite, until she hears and feels his breathing start to fall back into time and his heart beat slow.

"Hey, you ok?" She finally whispers

"Yeah, sorry for the theatrics", he replies calmly, still holding her hands to himself.

"No apology required. It was a lot all at once like that. You maybe want to get a smoke, some food, the rest of the tour, or obviously, you are free to leave too?" She says kindly, lifting her head from his back and letting reality flood back in.

Eddie lets go of Lyra's hands and turns around in her arms, cupping the side of her face in his hand and wiping away a tear track. Lyra can't help herself. She closes her eyes with a sigh and melts into his touch.

"I never wanted to make you cry, Lyra. I'm sorry," He says, his thumb caressing her cheek and his fingers across her neck and into her hair.

"Nor I, you", Lyra replies, releasing her embrace, reaching up to his hand and opening her eyes.

"I hear you loud and clear about the timing of things, but I know how I feel now, and I sure hope this conversation isn't over between us," Eddie says, looking down into her eyes.

"There is no question in my mind about how much I like you. I just have a lot of other concerns, you know?" She winces at him a little, hoping she won't have to explain too much and bring up any more painful subjects today.

Eddie gives a big smile and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Well, that's enough, right? We aren't in a hurry anyway, are we?"

Lyra shakes her head in a no, smiling back and looking at the floor. However, inside, her whole self had no interest in being slow about anything, not now, knowing he liked her too, but she knew it was the sensible thing to do.

Shamefully her eyes trail over him. How his clothes hug his body make her almost jealous of them. She forgets herself for a moment and twists the hem of his t-shirt between her fingers for a couple of seconds before clasping her hands together behind her back, "So yeah, a smoke would be good around now for me at least. We could go out by the pool-" she starts to gesture out the window.

"Wait...is that why you stand like that sometimes?" Lyra hears the grin in Eddie's voice.

"Stand like what?" Lyra says, looking down at herself. She suspects he's caught on to her self-restraint habit.

"You know you're the first person I can remember asking to touch me," Eddie says, taking her hands in his again and unclasping them, holding one in each of his own. "And it was a bit weird to hear, I won't lie, but it did make me feel special. That isn't to say I want you to ask more or less" he moves Lyra's hands with his own, pressing them against his t-shirt and moving them up his chest to his shoulders, "But I am saying you don't need to be afraid to do it" he finally leads her hands around the back of his neck and lets them rest there, but Lyra's eyes are fixed on the floor "It's not shameful, it's normal, and I very much like it, that you want to" Eddie reassures her.

"You aren't weirded out? Or think less of me? You know I'm too fast...think I'm a..." She mumbles, raising her eyes from the floor to his t-shirt.

"No, I don't think that," he says, "We can do whatever we want to do, and we don't have to do anything we don't want to do either. It's just you and me, ok?" He lifts her chin up to look at him again.

Lyra stayed looking into his eyes. It looked like he meant it. He wouldn't judge her or push her, "I would like that too, if you wanted to, of course," She says tentatively, her pulse racing, bracing for whatever the reaction might be.

Eddie takes one of Lyra's hands from around his neck and puts his hand in hers. "I want to, but why don't you show me what's ok?" Lyra swallows nervously and tries to drum up some confidence from earlier in the day as she moves his hand towards her body, finally landing it on the side of her waist. The whole time Lyra is watching Eddie for any reactions or indications that anything is wrong, he only seems to be watching where she is moving his hand.

She presses his hand to her side and smooths it down to the top of her hip. Then, she steps towards him a little more and pushes his hand under the back of her top so his hand is against her skin. This does elicit a reaction, Eddie closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip, and Lyra stops immediately, "Too much?" she asks, as Eddie's eyes move back to look into her own.

He splays his fingers across her lower back and gently pulls her closer again, "No, that was perfect", he smiles.

"Hey, you pair want some food? There's loads in the fridge!" Phil's voice booms over the intercom, forcing Eddie and Lyra to cling to one another in surprise and then separate awkwardly but with laughter.

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Light Up The Dark

Part 3 | I am fused just in case I blow out

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: smut +18 miniors dni, swear words?, drinking, mention of anxiety crisis, let me know if anything else!

words: 4.3 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! If you want to be tagged in the next chapters let me know!!

PART 3 if you want to read part 2 click here!

Y/n sat down with her coffee at a cafeteria table. She took a deep breath and opened her notebook, double-clicking the document and revealing the page she'd been trying to write for some time. It couldn't be happening again. It was already the third writer's block in a row and to say she was starting to get angry was an understatement.

It was becoming a constant problem and she didn't know what to do anymore. It was getting embarrassing how many times she had gone to her neighborhood coffee shop. Staying in her apartment alone was making her completely claustrophobic, which was ironic given her apartment was so big and spacious.

But what was making her so upset and with that lack of creativity? That's what she wanted to find out. Maybe it was the story, maybe it would be a sign that that story shouldn't be written.

She took a deep breath and rested her chin on her palm looking at the screen. She didn't want to give up on June, her character, so easy. She really want to finish this, had she already invested too much time in something that in the end would come to nothing? That didn't sound like her.

But if that were the only way, she would have no alternative, she would have to give up and maybe come back one day when her creativity shines again.

She felt her cell phone vibrate in her coat pocket and caught it looking that was Milla. She slid the screen and answered.

- Hi Mil... - she said a little discouraged.

- Hey Lovey! Why the sad voice? - Milla said and Y/n smirked.

- Just discouraged with the new book...

- Nothing yet? - Mila already knew about the extensive Y/n block’s creativity since she kept calling asking for tips on teas or candles that would bring inspiration (since Mil was an expert in these crazy things about spiritism and nature), which obviously didn't help.

- Nothing, actually I'm thinking about giving up this time...

- Hey Hey hey! No giving up, are you crazy? - Milla said and Y/n sighed. - You just need a little push, it will come back eventually.

- I don't know Mil... It seems that the inspiration went away for good.

- Since when did you lose your ideas? I remember that weeks ago you were all excited, you even wrote three wonderful chapters, maybe if you try to do the same thing you did in these weeks the ideas will come back... - Milla said and Y/n started to remember the weeks that passed. What had she done? Well, she had spent more at home as usual, a few days meeting with the director of the series based on her book, chatting a bit with Emma Brown, and the other day doing an interview for a famous magazine, but that was it. She hadn't done anything big...

Y/n thought some more. Emma Brown and her birthday party, after that day she had a flurry of ideas where she wouldn't stop writing, but then what happened to make everything suddenly stop? Well, there was an obvious incident... And by incident she meant: Tom. That waiter had really messed with her the two nights she had been with him. But she hadn't seen him since and she was super okay with it, it wasn't like she was thinking about him, his smell, his smile, the way he knew how to touch her... Ok, that was going too far.

But why since she saw him she started having her lack of ideas again? It wasn't possible. What if he was inspiring her in some way or another? Maybe the way he relaxed her and made her forget about everything made her creative.

- Y/n? Bestie? - Milla asked on the other end of the line. - Are you still there?

- Hi Mil! - Y/n said out of his thoughts. - Sorry, I went out of orbit for a few seconds.

- I noticed... What are you thinking about huh?

- Oh no big deal... Just... I have to prove a theory and if it works out I'll tell you.

- Theory? What theory? - Milla asked curiously.

- I have to go, but I'll call you later ok? - Y/n said and didn't wait for Milla to answer, hanging up the phone and hurriedly packing up her things.

She had to prove she wasn't going crazy. Maybe Tom really was her energy charge in some way, she had to prove if her creativity would come back. And if he was, she really wouldn't know what to do. She couldn't sleep with him every time her lack of ideas came up. But, she was desperate and despair brought drastic attitudes.

So she ran back to her apartment to change her clothes. To think that she had sworn to herself that she wouldn't go after him, was humiliating, but she didn't care at the moment. As soon she got home, she went straight to her closet, wanting to impress him, but at the same time she wanted him to think that she went there to get someone else, it would be less pathetic.

She spotted a white dress, one that she had never worn before, presumably because she didn't like to show too much of her body, but she decided to take a chance with it. She dressed, put on her high-heeled sandals and did her makeup (the basic one she knew how to do) and when it was almost 11pm she was heading towards the Seven Devils bar.

Arriving there, she saw the same security guard who had let her through, a friend of Tom's. She nodded to him and entered. The bar was a little more crowded, maybe because it was friday night. He felt butterflies in her stomach, what if someone recognized her? She doubted they would, but even though she wasn't doing anything wrong she hated being in the media. She took a deep breath and went deeper into the room. It was dark and the dance floor was open, crowded with people dancing and few people sitting at the table. Only the bar light was visible, where she immediately looked for someone with brown hair and a bar uniform, but she didn't saw him, just Sally, the other bartender. Maybe he has a day off?

She headed towards the bar to order a drink, leaning against the counter and looked around, no sign of him. Maybe she had gone there for nothing. Sally approached and Y/n smiled asking for a drink, she didn't want to ask about him because it would be too much and besides Sally didn't recognize her, or pretended not to, so it would be weird.

- Special night? - Y/n asked when she delivered her drink, indicating the number of people and why the dance floor was open.

- Yeah, we do it every friday, the bar ends up turning into a club. - Sally replied taking some glasses and turned to serve other customers.

She picked up her glass and headed out onto the dance floor. It wouldn't hurt for her to have a little fun. Weaving through the crowd, she started shyly dancing for a few long minutes alone, until a guy approached.

-Hey ...-he said smiling and stopped in front of her.

- Hey... - Y/n said suspiciously and looked around drinking her drink.

- I saw you're alone... Can I stay here? he asked and Y/n bit her lip thoughtfully. Well, Tom clearly wasn't there and what if his ideas didn't just depend on him? But of her hooking up with someone? Anyone...

- Of course! - she said smiling at last and he approached dancing with her while the lights flashed. He was handsome, had those piercing eyes that wouldn't stop watching her every move.

Another song started to play and Y/n started dancing more sensually. The boy came even closer placing his hand on her waist and she smiled, satisfied with her effect. Everything was going well until she glanced at the bar and found a pair of brown eyes staring at her.

Tom. So there he was, wearing his uniform, his hair pulled back as usual, he was gorgeous and with a shaker in one hand shaking furiously. He didn't take his eyes off hers which made her shiver.

He just looked away when he had to take care of the next customer, and Y/n looked at the guy in front of her, where she now had a hand on his shoulder. Who was she kidding? She wanted Tom... At least she would try to have him that night, because she was curious to test her theory with him.

- I'll be right back. - she said and the guy opened his arms disappointed as she walked away, taking the rest of her drink and heading towards the bar again.

She leaned against the counter and saw Tom saying goodbye to a customer looking at her from the corner of his eye. She approached her and grinned when he stopped in front of her.

- This is getting embarrassing darling... - he said wiping the counter with a towel.

- What are you talking about?- she asked raising an eyebrow.

- You coming here just to see me? Tsc tsc... pathetic - he said with a smirk and Y/n felt her stomach turn with anxiety as he looked up at her.

- And who said I came here for you? - She said trying to hide it.

- I don't know, maybe because you could have gone to any bar better than this one in the entire city, but you chose this one, strange isn't it? - He asked taking her glass and preparing another drink.

- Funny, I only came here because I liked the place last time... Besides I was even flirting with another guy seconds ago, so your theory doesn't make sense. - Y/n said ironically and did not take her eyes off his trying to be firm on her tone.

- Yeah, I know... But it's funny that you didn't take your eyes off me while dancing with him... - he said putting her glass, now full, back on the counter.

- I was just surprised to have seen you, since I had even forgotten that you worked here. - She said drinking a sip from her glass and he laughed ironically.

-Of course love ... Of course ...-he said tilting his head to the side and approached his face to hers leaning on the counter. Y/n stared at him a little lost in his scent coming in waves to her nose and she could now see his freckles up close, as well as the arrogant smile that never left his face.

- I bet you came here for another round, right? he said quietly, his breath hitting her face and she almost closed her eyes. -Getting dressed like that, dancing sensually while watching me...-he said biting his lip looking her face up and down and stopping at her lips. Y/n swallowed, ok he had an almost paranormal effect on her.

- I-I... - she stuttered and he smiled even more seeing her disconcerted. - I don't know what you're talking about. - Y/n said finally and walked away a little, wanting to get out of that situation. She wanted him, but she didn't want to give out so easily.

- Of course you don't know sweetheart, but I can remind you later. - He said, winking and then walking away, heading towards another customer who had arrived.

Y/n let out the air she didn't even know she was holding, tooking a big swig of her drink and set the glass on the counter heading back to the floor. Tom was very arrogant, but denying that she didn't like it was a lie.

She arrived on the floor and went back to dancing closer. The guy from before now was talking to another girl which made her a little sad, she wanted to have fun with Tom's face some more. She stayed there for a few minutes, until three people approached her, surrounding her.

- Hey... Aren't you the Y/n? - a girl said and Y/n wanted to hide for a moment.

- Erm... I am. - She said smiling.

- I saw you in an interview last week! I love your books! Take a picture with me? she asked taking her cell phone out of her pocket.

- Of course! - Y/n said and posed with the three people while they took pictures.

- Hey! You are Y/n aren't you? I saw you in Emma's birthday pictures! -a guy said right behind approaching too and some people around her start to look at her.

- It is true! I recognized her from somewhere! - another girl said also approaching and Y/n started to get a little scared. She didn't see the harm in taking pictures with some fans, but being buried by them was a nightmare.

- Take a picture with me? - another also said.

- Your books are terrible! - another one shouted laughing.

- I bet the next one will be even worse!

- Who is this? Never heard of it!

- I bet it must be some actress wanting attention.

And when she saw she was surrounded by a crowd almost being suffocated, but more people kept surrounding her and filling her with questions about her book, or cursing her in some way, which started to make her sick and claustrophobic .

-Please, guys...-she started to speak, but her voice broke and was lost with the loud music and with the people talking loudly around her. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. Until she felt someone putting a hand on her waist and guiding her out of the crowd hurriedly walking beside her.

The crowd started to follow them and Y/n just stared at her feet, still feeling her heart beat fast. The next thing she saw was this person pulling her to the side of the bar through a door and then closing it.

He looked around when the light was turned on and saw some boxes on the floor and shelves. She was in a warehouse and Tom was standing in front of her.

- You are okay?- he asked looking at her worriedly.

- I...- She closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. - I'm fine, it was just a scare, thank you for saving me...

- It's ok darling... - he said approaching to check if she was really ok and Y/n felt dizzy, staggering a little and he held her by the waist preventing her from falling. - Whoa, I don't think you're okay, love.

- It's ok, it was just an anxiety attack with drinking... - she said putting her hand on her temples, feeling her vision rotate a little. - I just... I really want to leave.

- Okay, how about we walk slowly and I take you home? -He said still holding tight to her waist and she looked at him.

-O-ok...- she said nodding and they started walking slowly.

After passing through the warehouse, Tom opened another door that opened into the backyard of the bar, where he could see his car. He helped her in and sat down next to her.

- Tom? - Y/n asked when he started the car and starting to move.

- Huh? -he said turning his face towards her.

- Can you... Can you take me somewhere else? I don't want to go home... - she said feeling a little pathetic. But she didn't want to face her gigantic apartment right now, wanted to be with someone somewhere else who didn't remember what she'd just been through.

- Sure darling... - he said stopping at the red light. - Where you want to go?

- Could be your house? I mean, I don't want to take advantage or anything, I just... I need to calm down somewhere else... - She started to say hesitant.

- Hey, fine, no problem. -He said putting his hand in hers, that was on her lap, comforting her and she shook her head, seeing him to remove, putting back on the steering wheel. She wanted him to keep his hand there, but obviously she stay quiet, leaning her head against the window, trying to calm down.

After a few minutes they reached his building, where Tom parked and helped her to go out of the car. Y/n followed him to the front door and they took the elevator. She was still silent the whole time and he didn't want to say anything either, just glanced at her time to time, maybe checking her if she was okay and looking away afterwards.

They arrived at Tom's apartment and Y/n looked around. It was small but cozy. There was a living room with a small kitchen and a hallway leading to another door that appeared to be his bedroom.

- How about you stay in my room and I give you some clothes to make you more comfortable? -He said putting his hand on her back guiding her while she nodded.

They entered the room and Y/n sat on the edge of the bed. As Tom opened his closet, taking off his shoes and choosing a comfortable T-shirt and pants for her to wear. He approached her again putting the clothes beside her.

- Well, you can make yourself comfortable ok? I'll let you... - he start to said.

- Tom. - Y/n interrupted him. - Please stay here. - She said feeling her heart start beating fast and her breathing quicken. She thought back to the horrible comments and the crowd that had surrounded her. Maybe now pictures of her were all over the internet and it made her anxious again. She closed her eyes feeling tears wanting to flow. She opened them again and the tears finally spilled out, rolling down her cheeks.

- Hey, hey darling. It’s alright, I'm here. -he said getting down in front of her, putting a hand on her cheek wiping away some tears.

- Sorry, I just... That's ridiculous, sorry...

- Shh... - he said calming her and looking at her. - It's not ridiculous ok? You don't need to apologize for anything. -He said caressing her cheek.

- It's just... I keep thinking about those horrible comments and how my picture must be all over the place. - Y/n said wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Darling... You don't need to think about it, okay? Those people who said that are terrible, I don't want you to think about anything now how about that? - he said and Y/N looked at him.

- I wish I could turn off those thoughts. -she said sniffling a little, averting her eyes and Tom stroked her leg slowly comforting her. For a moment she felt her body shiver, but it was because Tom was touching her and not because of her crisis. He stopped pulling his hand away and Y/n looked at him. - Tom... Can you continue?

- What do you mean? - he asked confused looking into her eyes.

- Touching me... I mean, you were doing a good job distracting me. - She said smiling slightly and he smiled back.

- Sure…- he said getting down on his knees and taking her calf slowly and kissing her lightly, not taking his eyes off hers at any time. Y/n wanted to close her eyes, but at the same time wanted to look at him, so she decided to keep them open.

Tom took off his sandals slowly, and was kissing from her calf to her thigh, stroking lightly with his hand that held her, and she felt shivers down her spine. . He reached her inner thigh and took a small bite causing her to sigh and bite her lip in response. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled. Y/n not resisting, bent down kissing him with desire. He placed one of his hand on her face kissing her back while his other hand still rested on her thigh squeezing.

She kept kissing him until she felt she needed of air and they parted, out of breath. Tom touched his nose to hers lightly and Y/n closed his eyes feeling him.

- Tom... I want to feel you... - she said approaching her mouth again. - Make love with me? - she asked quietly and she could feel him smile against her mouth.

-Whatever you want sweetheart... - he said and stood up suddenly with hush, bringing her along by her legs, making her gasp in surprise, putting her down on the bed and lying on top of her afterwards.

He went back to kiss her, exploring her mouth eagerly and she placed her hand on the back of her neck, pulling his hair. He paced his hands over her body and she hurriedly took his shirt off, running hers over his defined bare chest.

- I didn't tell you this before, but you look wonderful in that dress, teased me all night, but I confess I'd rather see you without... - He bit down lightly below her ear making her moan low, he raised the hem of her dress, stepping away and helping her get it off and throwing it aside.

Now he was kissing her collarbone, lowering the kisses to her breasts making her arch her back a little wanting to get even closer to his mouth. When she reliase he had removed her bra and smirked looking at her.

- I have to be honest...I missed that image. - he said and Y/n almost hid by the way he looked at her, it was like she was a sculpture, it was a look of admiration and desire. A look that made her forget the world.

He kissed her breasts and positioned himself between her legs, meanwhile taking off his pants, along with his boxers, while still paying attention to each of her nipples, sucking them making her moan low. He returned his kisses to her lips again kissing her more slowly this time, moving his hand to her panties and running his fingers slowly through the fabric, setting aside and feeling how pathetically wet she was for him. Y/n moaned against his lips again and he groaned pulling back a little.

-I love how you're always ready for me darling...-he said making his lips touch hers lightly and she could only moan in response as he made slow circles on her clit.

- Tom... - she said weakly and he smiled seeing how she was vulnerable for him. - Please, I need you inside me, now... - Y/n managed to said between moans, arching her waist against his hand.

- So demanding and desperate love ... - he said taking his hand of her making her protest with the lack of contact. - But I have to confess that you get even hotter that way. - He said stretching to get a condom in the drawer on the side of the bed and opened the package adjusting on his member right after. Y/n ran her hands on his arms, meanwhile, just admiring his body and how lucky she was. He looked back at her and smiled seeing that she was admired him with concentration. - Still with me darling?

She looked him in the eye again and nodded, kissing his neck then making him bite his lip. Tom took his cock closing his eyes and penetrated her slowly, so that she got used to his size. When he was fully inside her he turned to look at her closely and stroked her cheek lightly as if asking permission to move, which she readily agreed.

He started to move slowly, making her feel every piece of him by wich thrust he was doing, until he picked up a fast pace that made her moan with pleasure gripping his shoulders tightly and even scratchin him a little. He made her feel like she was flying and he penetrated her so deliciously it felt like a dream.

Tom took one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, making him penetrate her even deeper, which made her almost combust. He was silent the entire time, as well as her, what could be heard were just the moans of the two that echoed through the room.

After what seemed like an eternity. Tom slowed his pace a little. Putting one of his hands on the side of Y/n's head, squeezing the sheet and the other on her leg, squeezing it willingly.

- Fuck Darling... I’m gonna come... - he said breathlessly lost in his pleasure.

- Tom... - Y/n could only said and he took his hand from her leg going to her clit again stimulating it with his fingers and increasing his pace again, until the two reached the orgasm together between moans and low breathless curses.

Tom placed a few kisses on Y/n's neck returning to his senses and Y/n closed her eyes just feeling his touch. He then got off her and lay beside her looking at the ceiling. Catching his breath. After cleaning themselves in silence, the two returned to bed lying side by side.

- You ok? he asked finally breaking the silence looking at her.

-More than ok...- Y/n said lying on his side towards him. -I'm just tired...-she said lazily starting to close her eyes and the last thing she felt before falling asleep was Tom kissing her forehead.

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Oh bae grrr don't apologize!! I'm just glad your day was alright, and I hope you get some rest tonight!! My day was okay. I was just in front of my laptop since I had classes, and then I finally finished my slides, and had another leo meeting. My brother was a royal pain in the ass the whole day istg, but I'm fine now :) thanks for asking btw!!

Aww but that's so admirable! Gotta love teachers like that, haha. And I totally get that! That one uni I researched is probably the one I've set my eyes on. I've done EXTENSIVE research on it, so I don't want to set my sights on other places. What about you? Do you have any specifics for your future uni?

ikr?? He's just grandpa Kuroo to me istg. He's also an ENTP, and I vibe really well with ENTP's, so haha I think that'll also be cool.

I AGREE SOMUCH. Shōyō is just such a cute smol bean. He'd be the best little spoon, honestly. i agree thoo, they're all amazing characters, and probably would be so fun to hang out with 😭

that's actually pretty great!! I hope the cases come down to double or single digits soon!

oh nice!! And aaah I've heard A LOT about Russian food, it honestly sounds delicious. (I just love hearing people talk about food and culture. I could read/listen to them for hours istg). And aw that's such a cute story. I'm sure they were all really glad you introduced it to them. Confuzzled tho... Y-you don't like cottage cheese? :O

Yes you should be proud!! Today I was ready to kill my brother, then I saw your message(‼️) and I decided I could let him live a little longer, because I was busy reading it.

Ah yes!! Your country's flag colour too!! Tho the blue is such a pretty shade, it's like a teal? So pretty‼️💖💖💖. The Malaysian flag is just like an off-brand US one 😭🤚

and aw I'm glad I'm right! I only know one other person who has white as their favourite colour, and she's the best (Angel). So maybe both the cool people in my life like white xD my favourite colours are pink and yellow :>

Yes, why wouldn't they be? I cherish anything anyone makes for me, and especially you, because you're truly that special. Love you!! Sleep well, sweet dreams :))

—ari (gone back to signing my name with lame ol' Ari because I'm out of ideas. Also. I'm getting territorial over my nickname because at today's leo meeting there was this other guy also named Ari and we DID NOT vibe well grrr)

Hey hey!!! I know I answered like ... 24 hours late which sucks a lot, very sorry :(( I'm hoping your day went good today too!! Tell me about it?

Oh I'm glad you got the work done! Mind showing me a few slides? I'm curious hehe~ Also I'm going to have to detach your brother's ribs for bothering you, my apologies😁

Yeah!! They really make me feel like there is a reason to keep going. Like, at least to make them go "that's my student!!"😭

Well, since I got all the research done for me, I just mostly did research on what its actually like to be a translator, you know? I read through like 24 articles on both languages I know and I think I'm prepared xD I'm gonna look up the unis my teacher suggested soon though, and probably question some of the students because I'm desperate like that😝 Hopefully that'll pay off

Hehe, yea, the way he acts like he has seen life is adorable in a way. That's so cool though, imagine having the luck to have your personality match your favorite character's😭 I really wish I had an extroversion trait in my mbti xD I'd really need that ..

YES also you saying he'd be a little spoon made me want to cuddle him SO BAD I'm JSJDJWJDJ I want to give him a headpat and squish his little cheeks .....

Not gonna lie, I wish I could spend a year with one character each day. How cool would that be? You get a hang out and maybe learn something new. Then live in pain for the rest of your life because they wont be here anymore but that's nothing to worry about

I really hope so too!! Honestly this has been crazy. And the way everyone still refuses to cover up their nose... sometimes I wonder if it's ok to mock people who got COVID, cuz like, it's not always their fault, but when you saw that person without a mask before and now they're in the hospital, it's kinda funny, in a rude way. I'm an asshole, I know, I'm sorry😔

Yes yes, if you ever get the chance to try it, you should!!! I'm really sure you'll love it. You should try adding ketchup and mayo mix as well! It'll do magic

Oh no, I LOVE cottage cheese (mixed with sour cream and sugar..🥰🤤🤤), I just really hate it when its cooked or baked. Like ... that's it, its warm and so much soggier now. What have you done? You ruined it. Congratulations! You've lost my respect. Well, not you of course, anyone who cooks cottage cheese xD it's like water, it sucks when warm.

Awh what !!!!! That makes me so happy??!?!? I bring you that much joy you pass up on murder ?!?? That's a lethal strike ma'am were getting married again

Yeah!!! I also kinda like the symbolism. And the story. Which is an honor for this whole place because I really dont like this country xD dont ask why~ personal reasons. Though it's so much more peaceful than others, so that's also great hehe. The Malaysian flag is kinda funny now that you call it like that😭😭😭 I still think it looks cool though!! I'd call it "Asia's USA" but that would, uh, be more of an insult, considering the state (see what I did there? Haha states... haha) of the country right now😓

Welp, the purest people like the purest colors xD just kidding, we're all probably chaotic~ at least out of everyone I know, everyone with white as their favorite has done something no normal person would do (ex. One of the color-white-lovers I knew tried stealing 7 shopping carts😐 I really didnt believe him until he showed me the photo of the fine he got.) Pink and yellow are such a good combination🥺🥺 they're like peach and sunset and uhh... PB&J, if that counts? Peanut butter is now yellow, deal with it😔 Anyway they're really pretty, together or not !!! what's your favorite hue?

Daww... you're so sweet... I'm melting🥺🥺😭💕💕 just so you know I also created a separate album for the stuff you drew me <3

I hope you sleep well tonight!!! You deserve it after all♡♡♡

Dawwh😭😭 I know what it feels like. Sometimes people with your name embarrass themselves so much, it makes you embarrassing because you have the same name. It's not the situation you're in, but uh ... another example? xD I could change your tag to "Shortcake🍰💕" if you'd like😝

#Ari💕#i know you said not to apologize but #i mightve worried or frustrated you so😡#im very sorry!!!#i love you!!!#💕💓💕💞💞💝💓💖💞💖💕💝💓💖💕

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