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You & Me - Rhys Montrose x Reader - Masterlist
Summary:Â What happens when reader assassin is tasked with killing the possible future mayor of London; Rhys Montrose. Politician by day, Eat the Rich Killer by night. But he isnât the only person wearing different masks.Â
Rating:Â Explicit
Warnings:Â Violence, murder, immoral sociopathic behaviour, mentions of alcoholism, drug abuse and neglect, (eventual) smut
Total word count (so far): 102k
A/N: Multi part Rhys Montrose x Female Reader fic. FYI, this fic will incorporate the use of Y/N. I have decided to also post this fic on AO3 (same username as on my Tumblr) and to change the x Reader to an Original Female Character over there using a fictitious name. That will be the only difference. So, if the use of Y/N isnât your thing, go ahead and look the fic up on AO3 :)
Below you'll find the links to all the parts that have thus far been uploaded. I will try my best to upload a new chapter each week. Every part is also accompanied with a 'soundtrack', these are all listed below as well. Finally, a little preview of what's to come... I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it! There aren't a lot of Rhys x Reader fics out there, so I hope I can bring some extra flavour to the table.
Ps don't forget to watch the trailer/edit I made for the fic! x
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23
Soundtracks: 00. Feeling Good â Nina Simone 01. Royals â Lorde 02. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene â Hozier 03. (I Just) Died in Your Arms â Hidden Citizens 04. Secrets And Lies â Ruelle 05. No Good â KALEO 06. âŚReady For It? â Taylor Swift 07. Meet Me In the Woods â Lord Huron 08. The River â Daisy Jones & The Six 09. The Silence â Manchester Orchestra 10. Power â Isak Danielson 11. wicked game â Jessie Villa 12. Beautiful Crime â Tamer 13. Toxic â 2WEI 14. Cherry â Lana Del Rey 15. In the Air Tonight â Natalie Taylor 16. Whole Lotta Love (Dermot OâLeary) â Hozier 17. Lavender Haze â Taylor Swift 18. Donât You Know â Jaymes Young 19. One For My Baby â Frank Sinatra 20. Run Baby Run â The Rigs 21. Sinnerman â Nina Simone 22. And so It Begins â Klergy 23. Darkness In Your Heart â Cowbell
Preview
Song: Feeling Good â Nina Simone
The sound of the heavy door opening as it noisily scraped the floor made you look in his direction.Â
Rhys entered slightly out of breath, looking positively dishevelled as he ran a hand through his unruly curls.
âWhat happened to you? Killed another person?â You couldnât help but teasingly joke, taking in his state as your eyes roamed freely over his physique.Â
Rhys had put his hands on his hips, taking some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate. When he looked up at you, head tilted to the side, he shot you his charming smile that feigned innocence.
No way.
You stared at him.Â
No way the man was truly this brazen.
He started to move closer to you, his eyes mischievous as they betrayed his wicked actions. You marvelled a little at how quickly you were getting better at reading him. Perhaps you recognised the murderous tendencies from the mirror.Â
#rhys montrose x reader#rhys montrose x female reader#rhys montrose fanfic#rhys montrose fanfiction#rhys montrose fic#rhys montrose#you netflix#you fanfiction#you season 4#you season 4 canon divergence#because well obviously#jonathan moore#joe goldberg#goldrose#ed speleers#i had every intention for this to be a one shot but here we are#as of now an indeterminate amount of parts#rhys montrose x original female character#on ao3#you and me#you and me masterlist
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i can make my fic able to be added to the "mike wheeler has powers" ao3 tag in ways that are SO technical and canon-typically subtextual
#when i say canon divergent i MEAN it#au where mike resisted possession enough to stay in hawkins for season 4#and it's all vecna's own fault#should've backed off with the nightmares bro#reminding him of how he's willing to literally kill himself for his friends? bad move#and that's the flaw. because mike's self destruction is intrinsically tied up in his desire to protect people#one is bad but the other is noble and good and admirable#you can't separate them but you can draw a line in the sand#that's what the story's all about#and it was put into motion by the worst bad guy ever#like i want to make it clear that i'm not writing vecna as being BAD at being a villain#because he's not. considering the limitations he's working with he's done as well as can be expected#but he's up against mike which just makes him look embarrassing#vecna isn't bad at this. mike is just *too good* at it#wip: butterflies and bullshit#bnb posting
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and watch them fall
pairing/fandom: joe goldberg/rhys montrose, you
rating: explicit (preemptively, there will be porn and murder and the like)
tags: alternative universe - canon divergence, S4 rewrite, obsession, strangers to lovers, POV Joe Goldberg, murder, bookstore owner joe goldberg, Rhys Montrose is a real person, developing relationship, slow build, eventual relationship, eventual smut, tags to be update as fic progresses
word count: 3,564
chapter 1/?
summary: Joe moved to London to escape his past habits. An unassuming bookstore in the downtown area was the perfect place for that, right? But what happens when the charming potential mayor of London waltzes into his store and makes an impression?
link below the break
i'm going to just be posting links to each addition for ease (it gets a little lengthy to scroll through it all, i'm sure) but if any of you are diehard tumblr fic readers and would prefer it on here to ao3, let me know and i'll copy and paste it all over
#you netflix#joe goldberg#rhys montrose#joe x rhys#fanfiction#au canon divergence#season 4 rewrite#slow burn#eventual smut#eventual relationship#my work
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Clay Morrow Tags and Verses
Clay â (Aesthetics)
Clay â (Thoughts)
Clay â (Character Development)
Clay â (Crack)
Clay â (Headcanons)
Clay â (Photos)
Clay â (Starter Call)
BIOGRAPHY
Clay Morrow was born in Sacramento in 1949 to Clarence and Kathleen Morrow. His parents had not been expecting to have a child, but his mother had been thrilled. She tried to provide him with a loving home, whereas his father was a World War II vet, who tried to teach him that he needed to be hard, responsible and needed to love his country. Clay wasnât sure about serving in the military at first. He often found himself wandering around the streets of Sacramento, in his teenage years. It was then, that he developed his love for bikes, specifically Harleys.
His father made sure that he signed up for the draft, but Clay was happy to not be sent to Vietnam, right away. Heâd just bought himself a Harley and he wanted to be out on the road. After his mother died of Pneumonia right before he turned 18, his father turned to the bottle, repeatedly telling him that heâd never amount to nothing, spending all his time on his Harley. Not longafter that, he packed up his belongings and with just 100 bucks in his pocket, he headed out on the road. It was then that, he learned how to do odd jobs, settling for a bit in Lodi, where he worked part-time in a mechanic shop, cleaning up. The owner took him under his wing and taught him everything he needed to know about fixing cars and his bike.
He was settled there for quite some time, before he went back out on the road. He felt most at home, not settling anywhere. Out on the road, he met up with John Teller, and he wound up riding with him and Piney Winston, along with six others. It wasnât long before they started calling themselves the First 9, as the Sons of Anarchy were created by John Teller and Piney Winston. Clay was one of only three people who had not served time in the military, and some of the older guys, who did their time, made fun of him about it.
In 1969, Clay was sent to Vietnam and became part of the Army Airborne, serving time until 1972. Upon his return, he reconnected with the Sons of Anarchy and continued to ride with them, a little harder, after his time in Vietnam. In 1977, it all changed. While the guys all had women they hooked up with, JT had found himself a young one. She looked barely legal to him, but she was hot. He had definitely looked, but he knew that she had her eyes on JT. After she got pregnant, they all settled in Charming, California.
Clay was not that impressed with Charming, of all places. It just lacked anything, really, in his opinion. It was small and nothing interesting seemed to happen there. But, they had acquired a good amount of land, and that was when he and JT decided to open the Teller-Morrow Shop. They were both good at auto repair, and as time went by, Clay knew it would make a good front. Once the business got going and the clubhouse was up to his standards, Clay decided that Charming might not be so bad, after all.
Over the years, things began to become less about brotherhood and more about what they had gotten into. In the late 80s, Clay and JT went with fellow member, Keith McGee, to help with trouble that had arisen in Keithâs hometown, a suburb of Belfast. They had gotten into trouble with the IRA, and that was when Clay saw opportunity. He started pushing for the gun business back home, and he knew that JT was hesitant, but Clay was not going to give in. Once they got back, heâd managed to convince most of the guys. This could bring in the money. Clay took advantage of the fact that JT seemed to be not as focused, and he used it to his advantage.
As time went on, Clay noticed that JT seemed less focused on Gemma, even when their youngest son died. He could see that they were both broken over it, but to him, JT had become weak and unfocused in Clayâs eyes, and he had no problem anymore, in flirting and eventually starting an affair with his wife. He knew that John was not stupid and knew that he was sleeping with his wife, but he flat out didnât care. After JT was killed in a motorcycle accident, Clay took the gavel, arguing that Piney was too old, to do so.
He went to prison a few times, usually for gun running charges, but it didnât take him long to marry Gemma after JTâs death. While JT had tried to handle things more diplomatic, Clay had no problem spilling blood, if it suited him, which happened more than once, during the war against the Mayans.
Clay was always someone who did whatever it took, to get what he wanted.
VERSES:
v: fuck the system | FIRST NINE
Time Period:  1968 - 1993 Clay is asked to join the Sons of  Anarchy, goes to Vietnam, Is patched in upon his return and is committed to the club in a variety of ways, one of which being pushing for the gun business.  Heâs also responsible for a lot of the murders during the Mayan War.  As John Teller started to lose faith in what they were doing, Clay started taking advantage in many ways, which included bedding his wife and likely sabotaging his bike, to kill him. Faceclaim:  Cam Gigandet for the 60âs - 80âs, then Ron Perlman
v: sitting on top of the world | PRESIDENT YEARS (Pre-Show)
Time Period: 1993 - 2008 After the death of John Teller, Clay became President of the Sons of Anarchy. He continued to get them deeper in guns, resulting in a number of fatalities, and all sorts of problems.
v: it ainât easy being king | SEASON ONE
Clay tries to run the club the best he can, with the ATF breathing down his neck, the whole time.Â
v: nobody threatens SAMCRO | SEASON TWO
Clay faces new challenges, as Jax starts to challenge everything he does, due to him knowing how Donna Winston died. Â Thatâs not all though, as he finds out later that his wife has been gang raped to send a message to him.Â
v: you do what you have to do | SEASON THREE
After the Irish take Abel, Clay helps Jax do whatever he can, to get his son back. This includes traveling to Ireland, where Clay has to kill Keith McGee, another First Nine member after he betrays SAMCRO.Â
v: paranoia strikes deep | SEASON FOUR
After Gemma tells Clay that Tara and Piney have the letters that could implicate him in John Tellerâs murder, Clay does whatever he can, to keep the truth from coming out. Â This also includes the downfall of he and Gemmaâs relationship, and him losing the gavel.Â
v: the whistler | SEASON 5
After Jax lets Clay live, heâs allowed to sit at the table. Â He does his own scheming with the NOMADS. Â Eventually, he loses his patch and is sent to jail for a murder he didnât commit.
v: sympathy for the devil | SEASON 6
Clay spends his time in jail, before he is broken out and killed by Jax.Â
v: fortunate son | AU
Anything that is AU falls under this verse
#v: fuck the system [The First Nine]#v: sitting on top of the world [President Years (Pre Show)]#v: it ain't easy being king [season 1]#v: nobody threatens samcro [season 2]#v: you do what you have to do [season 3]#v: paranoia runs deep [season 4]#v: the whistler [season 5]#v: sympathy for the devil [season 6]#v: fortunate son [AU or Canon Divergence]#Clay â (Aesthetics)#Clay â (Thoughts)#Clay â (Character Development)#Clay â (Crack)#Clay â (Headcanons)#Clay â (Photos)#Clay â (Starter Call)#tags#â [Character: Clay Morrow]
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Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Christmas Compilation, The Great Seblaine Christmas Extravaganza, Fluff and Sweetness, Occasional hurt/comfort, probably, But mostly fluff Summary:
A collection of Christmas-themed oneshots about Seblaine.
#glee#fic#seblaine#the great seblaine christmas extravaganza#final day: christmas eve#blaine anderson#sebastian smythe#colette says hi#as does her boyfriend#season 4!au#with canon divergence#blaine's christmas new york trip was stupid#and burt was irresponsible for taking him#yeah you heard me#i'm coming for burt hummel#sue me#super self-indulgent#hurt-comfort#sebastian is good with hugs#which is good#cause blaine needs them#this is the last one#thank you guys for reading
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Jax Teller tags
Jax â (Aesthetics)
Jax â (Thoughts)
Jax â (Character Development)
Jax â (Crack)
Jax â (Headcanons)
VERSES:
V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax] - After the death of John Teller and even before, Jax is definitely a rebellious teenager. He doesnât handle his fatherâs absence, death and his mother remarrying well. He finds love and that is something that helps him focus, but other than that, he get into trouble a lot and enjoys it.
V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect] - Jax may be the Prince of Charming, but that doesnât mean he doesnât have to Prospect like everyone else. He has to learn to serve the guy his mom married, someone heâs always known. His hot headed temper leads him and others into trouble, along the way.
V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax] - Jax patches in, like was expected and his life revolves around club life, women and crime. Itâs easier to not commit to women than deal with not being over the one who left. But, that doesnât mean that he spends all his time pining away or anything like that.
V: Some days youâre the beamer, some days youâre the goddamned deer [Season One] - Jax is the VP of SAMCRO, Opieâs out of prision, Taraâs back in town, and his kid was born way too soon because of his junkie mom. Thereâs always a bunch of shit as Jax deals with feeling like shit matters more, now that heâs got a kid.
V: Iâm not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2] - After the death of Opieâs wife, Jax finds himself at odds with Clay, as they deal with a new group and Ethan Zobelle. He tries to balance it all, but finds himself wanting to be away from Clay and then seeking revenge for his mother. Â
V: Itâs going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3] - If Jax thought things were a mess before, there even worse now. The Irish stole his son and he doesnât know how to get him back. He struggles with self-destructing and having to go to Ireland. Thereâs no one who self-destructs quite like Jax Teller.
V: I know you killed my father [Season 4] - Fresh out of prison, Jax has goals that are more than being a part of SAMCRO. He wants to get his family out of this and makes a deal with Clay how to do so. But old secrets and lies may keep that from happening as more things grow out of control and Jax finds himself torn between whatâs best for his family and whatâs best for his chosen family.Â
V: You canât sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5] - Itâs a new era of SAMCRO. Jax is President and wants to do things differently. But something shocks him to the core and takes away part of his heart, something that heâll never get back. Dealing with the fallout is difficult and Jax learns the weight of being the King of SAMCRO.
V: My self-hate is so deep, so palpable [Season 6] - Things just keep getting worse. Jaxâ marriage is a mess. The problems with the Irish seem to be getting worse all the time and he finds himself falling deeper and deeper losing his vision, and wondering what the brotherhood even is.Â
VÂ Iâm sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family Iâve chosen [Season 7] - Jax wanted to do what he could to protect the club, but heâd never imagined the horrors of what happened at the end of season 6. Facing being a widowed father, he is a self-destructive mess, taking his anger and grief on anyone gets in his way. Mistakes are made and consequences have to be paid.Â
V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU] - Thought it is near impossible that it happened this way, Jax survives what happens at the end of Papaâs Goods. It takes him a long time, and the fallout from his emotional point at that time is still address. Heâs not sure what happens now.
V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU] - Instead of going down 580, Jax found himself going up to Norco, meeting Wendy and Nero up there. Now, heâs got to decide if hiding out is worth it. What will his life mean now, and can he salvage the relationships he wants to?
V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps] - Time periods of various time jumps.
Bio already on CARRD
#Jax â (Aesthetics)#Jax â (Thoughts)#Jax â (Character Development)#Jax â (Crack)#Jax â (Headcanons)#V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax]#V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect]#V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]#V: Some days you're the beamer. Some days you're the goddamned deer [Season One]#V: Iâm not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]#V: Itâs going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]#V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]#V: You canât sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]#V: My self hate is so deep...so palpable [Season 6]#V: Iâm sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family Iâve chosen [Season 7]#V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]#V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]#V: He sees all my sins. He reads my soul [Time-Jumps]#â [Character: Jax Teller]
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đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛_ As a punishment for helping Coriolanus to cheat on the games, youâre sent to serve as a nurse in District 12 for the summer. He had to choose between Lucy Gray and you. He just needed a reason to pick you, luckily the songbird gave him one in time before you were gone. đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ_ evil nurse!reader x peacekeeper!Coryo, very slight canon divergence, jealousy, sexism, stalking, nudity, reader is a little crazy and evil, you canât trust her feelings, angst, beef with Lucy Gray (I <3 her irl), blowjob lol, buzzcut!Coryo fucks reader in the lake so MDNI 18+, this is so fucked up tbh. đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ_ reader is mentally unreliable. Song of course is liability, I know it wonât work, Will you cry? And buzzcut season lol. All in my playlist, Itâs the worst and will disappoint you.
⪠⍠The worst playlist 4 Coriolanus Snow ⰠIndex (+ fics here)
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Youâve made big mistakes.
You accept it looking at the lake, ripping the delicate petals of a wildflower. Having to say goodbye to your summer vacations after graduation was fair. Your parents convinced Dr.Gaul to have some mercy on you. You wanted to die when they convinced her that you did it because you were a girl in love. You helped Coriolanus to find the aisle where the snake's tank was going to be picked up.
You were so in love that you only wanted to help your lover. Coriolanus was far from being your lover. You heard him countless times making fun of you. And you still helped him because your good heart wanted to see him winning the prize.
And what did you get? Serving as a nurse in the worst district for the whole summer.
Itâs been two weeks. And the only good thing is the evening, where you like to kill time alone, in the silent woods. The moment to breathe and realize how naĂŻve you had been. You deal with the damage Coriolanus had done to you. And the worst part is that he couldnât care less. He only had eyes for his songbird after all.
And thatâs what boiled your blood. That it was her and not you.
Thereâs already a little pile of dry flowers around you, from all the previous days you were at the same position as now. The days passed and you werenât ready to let go. You needed to find a way to forget about him. âDamn itâŚâ you whisper, cringing at all the memories, rage invading you, violently throwing the flower in your hands and wiping away the tears.
When you return to the medical aisle, you need to pass by the military camp. You were obviously a Capitol girl. Anyone with a golden watch and lip tint was. Since day one, many peacekeepers have asked you out. They wanted to spend the night with you. But you werenât in the mood to lose your virginity yet. You were stressed, angry, embarrassed, but you tried to put your best face.
âY/N! IS THAT YOU?â You turn confused. Only to find Sejanus Plinth. It genuinely made you smile seeing him.
âSejanus? What are you doing here?â You ask for a hug. His hair had to be gone, he had the peacekeeper uniform. You were extremely confused.
âThe real question is what are you doing here?â You roll your eyes.
âCoriolanus. He cheated on the games.â He sighs, nodding.
âI know. Heâs here too.â Your eyes widen. He notices you are uncomfortable.
âWell, I helped him, and Dr. Gaul punished me to serve here for the summerâ Sejanus seems surprised to hear it. He sees your nurse uniform, noticing the silver plaque attached in your chest. He knew women of the military with that plaque were on a higher range. In your case, probably because your father paid for you to have some commodities.
âAt least youâre hereâ you add.
Sejanus knew you werenât on good terms with Coryo. The boy asked for you on the train. But Sejanus hadnât heard from you. Which apparently left Coriolanus slightly disappointed.
âYeah. Iâm here⌠weâll have a good time. Promiseâ honestly, you were relieved to see him. But just by remembering that Coriolanus was also near you, it made you wish you were still alone.
âAny plans for tonight?â He asks, smiling.
You only had three friends. All girls from District 1 and 2. They were serving just because they were kind and wanted higher chances to get into University. They comforted you and Fridays were for two things. Going to the most famous bar, where Lucy Gray performed. Or going to a secret and elegant club for people with enough status.
âOn downtownâs Main Street. A block to the left, the second alley. Tell the guy at the entrance you know me. Use my full nameâ your friend giggles, slowly moving away.
âYouâre unbelievableâ as you go back to your private room with your new friends. You can only think of how to avoid encountering Coriolanus for the rest of the summer.
It was enough for him. You wouldnât even breathe near him. It was you, always offering subtle love. And he gave nothing back.
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Lucy Gray was such a warm and sweet girl. Her dress with flowers and detailed boots added something to her performance.
Her voice was hypnotizing, her smile so pure and her hair so soft. It was the third night Coriolanus watched her perform. He smiled, drinking something. It was a humble bar, but the most famous one. He looked around looking for Sejanus. Last night he never appeared either. Coriolanus was growing worried, noticing his friend was starting to contemplate rebellious acts to help the people. Always trying to be the hero. As Lucy Gray finished her song, Sejanus appeared. A big smile on his face.
âWhere have you been?â The blonde asked.
âYou have to promise me you wonât freak outâ Coriolanus rolled his eyes.
âY/n was punished for helping you to cheat. Gaul sent her here to serve as a nurse for the summer.â His eyes almost popped out.
He had completely forgotten about you. He cringed, already expecting to have you all over him.
âDoes she know Iâm here?â Sejanus nodded.
âYeah. She wasnât happy when I mentioned you.â Coriolanus suddenly remembered that the last time he talked to you, you cursed him. You got mad after he didn't even offer a thank you for your help. Coriolanus realized at that moment that you hoped he would choose you over Lucy Gray. Which didnât happen.
âShe has access to the club reserved for high status military personnel. I wonât say this is bad but there is betterâŚâ he looks at his songbird. Everyone cheered for her, butâŚ
Suddenly, Coriolanus doesn't like that Sejanus had spent last night partying with you.
âTake me there.â He says, looking at his friend.
âI donât think itâs a good idea. She stated very clearly that-â
âSejanus⌠I need to see her. I wonât cause any disturbance.â After a minute of debating, Sejanus stands up and tilts his head, telling Coriolanus to get out of the bar.
Itâs a fair distance. Coriolanus has no idea where he is going. Until the end of an alley seems to have some hallway that irradiates red lights.
âHere it is.â Sejanus points out.
Thereâs a man with a different peacekeeper uniform. He asks Sejanus who invited him.
Coriolanus hears your full name for the first time. He learns you have two names and two last names. At the Academy you only used one of each.
âHow do you know her full name?â He asks Sejanus when the man lets them inside the place.
The red lights start changing, mixing with crystal chandeliers and velvet walls.
âOur parents have made some deals in the past.â Coriolanus wants to know more. He needs more details about how you ended up in the same place as him. He doesnât think you also paid to change districts like him.
âHey. Whatever you plan to say to her, apologize to her. Sheâs a girl a million would pay to have. She just wanted to help you, Coryoâ he doesnât know how to take Sejanus. He sure sounded like always, the friend trying to give advice. But he also sounded⌠like he was one of the millions who would pay to have you. Coriolanus didnât feel pleased.
Finally, the place is crowded. And the people inside look different than the ones at the bar. These people looked very clean and elegant to be in District 12.
The music is live jazz, the smell of pure tobacco and laughs everywhere. Coriolanus feels like he fits there. And he promises to talk with Lucy Gray the next day. After he left the bar she would ask where he did go.
But for now, his eyes start searching for you. A man in a suit that looked very Capitol started talking. Daring all the beautiful women there to dance, promising to crown one as the star of the night.
He hears a group of females laughing. And when he spots the group, you are being pushed to the dance floor.
Since Sejanus is nowhere to be found, Coriolanus makes his way closer to you.
He sees your natural hair down and wavy. Cranberry lips and gentle purple eyeliner around your eyes. A simple mauve dress, and he almost chokes about it.
Tigris made that dress. You asked her one day at the Academy. If she could make a dress from elegant fabric. Tigris said that she didnât have enough to make a full gown. You didnât care, you just hoped she could do something.
Coriolanus remembered Tigris making the dress late one night. And he tolerated you even less for making his cousin work harder. That was long forgotten when you paid her and referenced her to work with a friend of your mother.
You looked totally different. Not the same annoying material girl he knew at the Capitol. This humble version of you was totally attractive to Coriolanus.
He couldnât tell if you were dancing tap, swing or something else, but you were good at it. A couple of times, he heard you talking with Clemensia and Arachne, about your winter concert or rehearsals. Now, it was evident you were good at dancing.
You laugh and people cheer for you. Mostly men, which for some reason makes Coriolanus tense his jaw.
The mauve fabric shined disguised under the chandeliers, and maybe it was just the sight of seeing you happy, or the way the dress hugged your body. But it made him smile. For the first time, Coriolanus feels a positive feeling about seeing you. He wants to talk to you. But he isnât sure what heâll say. So he opts to just see you for the night. He can see a slight layer of sweat on your forehead after two songs have passed. The crowd seemed to want you to win. And it only makes you more eager to do so.
In your head, this was a big distraction. It was the only moment of the week where you felt happy and free. It makes you forget about your pending University admission and all the drama. About your silly actions and disappointments.
The way your friends cheer and joke about making a bet to see whoâd win between you and the other girl left. You really are having fun.
Until the remaining girl surrenders. It feels great. Being crowned as the star of the night, leaving the dance floor with so much admiration and looking over you.
Coriolanus sees how you cheer with your friends. You laugh and he swore he had never seen you smile and laugh so much. Maybe you are a little tipsy. He canât tell, but after some minutes, one of your friends leaves with a man. The other two stay drinking, and you say your goodbyes.
Your dark coat covers everything once youâre ready to leave. And Coriolanus knows he shouldnât, but he does it anyway. He starts following you.
Internally, he claims he did it because he thought it wasnât safe for you to go back to the medical aisle in the middle of the night.
Itâs not a long way. And Coriolanus notices how close his bed is to yours, literally.
He feels like an animal, following his prey. Only that he doesnât intend to hurt you. Not more than he already had.
His legs act by themselves it seems. He keeps venturing into the decent building. Itâs lonely and dark. Coriolanus notices that probably many nurses were already sleeping. He sees you enter a room, and he memorizes the number. Seconds later, when heâs about to leave, you come out again. A towel in your handâŚ
Itâs his cue to leave. He knows itâs enough. He never should have followed you. Not when he was supposed to be listening to Lucy Gray and The Covey. Not when he paid to serve in District 12 for Lucy Gray.
But itâs too late because heâs already poking his head, and when his eyes meet your body, your coat and dress are on the floor. In a bench near lays a simple but naughty red pair of panties. Coriolanus feels himself getting red at the sight of the underwear, just red, no details, just red. Red like his cheeks, you are naked, under the spray of the shower.
As youâre supposed to be a person he barely tolerates, Coriolanus hates himself for admitting how beautiful you were.
The water coats your body in a gorgeous way. He sees your hair become slightly darker and falls longer across your back.
The shower smells like some summer fruit and itâs all because of your silly shampoo. Coriolanus had seen it before at the Capitol, it was expensive.
Something changes as you massage your scalp, giving Coriolanus a view of your soft and pretty stomach. Your breasts and some moles that are visible are the death of the man. He shouldnât want to hold your waist and help you clean your body. He shouldnât want to kiss every birthmark and mole covering you.
Itâs the first time he sees a woman naked.
That night, you happily go to bed, soothing the heat wave. Some weight falls from your shoulders. And for the first time, you feel like everything was meant to happen, and itâs okay.
For Coriolanus, he has to touch himself to forget about your naked silhouette haunting his dirty mind. And when he ends, he takes a cold shower and falls into the tiny uncomfortable lower bunk. Sejanus was snoring already, some bunks without a host, probably still at the bars or sleeping with a lover.
Coriolanus is ready to sleep and pretend nothing happens. He would go back to his soft songbird by the morning.
But it doesnât work. He knows heâs so messed up. Because you are still there, and not only your naked body. Your natural hair, sweet lips and the way you smiled, danced and laughed are there too.
âŚ
When the sun rose, it was imminent that it was going to be a hotter day. The summer in district 12 was bright. Full of light, and green from nature in the surrounding woods. Thatâs not necessarily the case in the medical aisle. You woke up at 5:00 am to start your shift. Your soft hands had been classifying medicines through shelves.
âY/nâ calls one of your friends from the entrance of the storage room. She giggles after seeing you on top of the stairs, holding onto your dear life.
âNeed help?â You smile, shaking your head.
âIâm okay, thanks. What happened?â
âThereâs a telegram for you at the mailboxâ was unusual. Only your mother called once to see how you were doing. She was still very mad at you.
âOh, okay. Iâll go nowâŚâ with that, you hop off the stairs and leave the little box with remaining bottles on a desk.
After a minute of going downstairs in the building, you get to the mailbox. You give your name to the elder woman in the office and she hands you a cream envelope.
Making a pause in the hallway full of lockers for peacekeepers waiting for mail you open your own.
[The head of the hospital has shared with us youâre doing an outstanding job. This is what we expect from you after your return to the Capitol. Keep going and we might pull some strings to get you back earlier.
Take care, dad.]
You smile. It was enough for you. The anger was undeniably lowering. And going back to the Capitol would make you very happy. Already contemplating the perfect lie. That you went to serve as a nurse for charity, for your kind heart. Everyone would believe you, and the girls would be jealous of your bravery. Nobody would know it was a punishment.
A punishment caused by the man you had just bumped into.
He picks you the open envelope and once he hands it, he sees you.
âY/nâŚâ you take the envelope from his hand, avoiding the touch.
âCoriolanusâ with less makeup than two nights ago, you look even more beautiful he believes. The white nurse cap was so silly, but it was part of your uniform. But he canât help but blush after remembering how the water fell across your body. And how he touched himself that night.
âI-âŚSejanus told me you were here.â Your eyebrows rise, nodding with disinterest.
âYeah, Iâm here because of you.â He sighs, realizing that his friend was right, you were really disappointed to see him.
âThis isnât what I wanted for you.â You roll your eyes. Already sick of wasting your time for him. You had been so scared to encounter him one day. But that you had him facing you, you couldnât care less.
âOf course. Because you couldnât care less about meâŚâ he wants to say he actually cares. But the truth is, that before the night he saw you at the bar, he didnât even remember you. But now, it was like you had put on a spell on him, making him want to know everything about you.
âJust stay away from sight of view and everything is going to be okayâ he was shocked to hear you talk to him with much indifference. He was used to your sweet voice, asking him every morning how he was doing at the entrance of the classroom.
You were always at his feet. Helping him and doing everything so he would look down at you. And now, he actually was looking up, seeing how you went upstairs again. And he would do exactly the opposite of what you asked.
He would be everywhere if it meant seeing you again.
âŚ
The bittersweet feeling of seeing Coriolanus stayed the whole afternoon until you finished your shift at 6:00pm. The heat was barely tolerable when the sun was almost gone. You went to the market, as you had promised to cook dinner for the girls that night.
The vegetables were fresh and there was a lot to pick. You carried a little basket filled with carrots, some potatoes and a piece of raw meat carefully folded. You were looking at some pair of earrings. They were handmade. With blue feathers and some tiny pieces of quartz. You smiled looking at them. When you were about to tell the little girl who was selling them, you felt very deep looks. And when you turn to the left, there is Lucy Gray and some of her friends from the band. She was sixteen, you were almost nineteen, you couldnât pick a fight with her. She could hate you for being Capitol, for being such a bad mentor at the games. But maybe she didnât knew that thanks to you she was alive. And the most important, she couldnât hate you because of a man.
Before you can even feel awkward, you had already left the earrings and walked towards the girl.
âIs there anything I did to upset you, Lucy Gray? Because as far as I know we donât know each otherâ that was the truth. You had your own motives to dislike her. But you hadnât even turned to look at her. Unlike the songbird, who didnât have a problem showing her disapproval of you with her face.
âDid you follow him here too?â You smiled. You didnât know what Coriolanus had told her, or what she suggested on her own. Based on what happened, probably Lucy Gray believed you were the crazy stalker who couldnât let go of Coriolanus Snow and his unrequited feelings for you.
âNo. I was already here weeks before he arrived.â You simply answer her by looking at the notebooks in the table beside you. Lucy Gray couldnât be jealous, but she had a bad omen about you.
âI was blinded by him once, just like you now. I helped him so you could win. Hoped he could choose me. And it wasnât enough. Heâs not the boy you think he is, Lucy Gray. You donât know him like I do. But you can rest knowing I wonât lift a finger to make him notice me anymoreâ she seems surprised by your answer. But thereâs no time for her to throw a rebuttal because youâre gone. Her friends gossip without her, saying how mean you were.
And Coriolanus had seen everything from a hidden corner. He was looking for Lucy Gray, already growing confused. Your words had gotten deep into his mind. While Lucy Gray was the sweetest girl he ever met, she also confused him. She had a rebellious side that he didnât like. And you, he knew he would never be able to control you now, but he knew you would easily do the same things he did to win.
He stayed far, letting Lucy Gray to pass by with her friends. And when she was gone, out of the market, he came out.
He grabbed the same earrings you were looking at before.
âŚ
Itâs another night at the private bar. This time you know Coriolanus is there. He had the audacity to bring Lucy Gray. And you wonder if it was a good idea to tell Sejanus about the bar. Her green dress didnât match the bar style. However, you ignore them as soon as your friends tell you they befriended a high standard peacekeeper. He had some handsome friends and they made you completely forget about Coriolanus and her songbird. You grew invested in the conversation with the men and your friends, even when one of girls makes fun of Lucy Gray and her visit to the secret bar.
Coriolanus keeps painfully turning to look at your way. He wants to go and get you out of the bar. But he already had a girl beside him. A much younger and innocent one. His anger escalates when a man takes you out to dance. You giggle as he says something in your ear. You had a pretty ruffled pink dress. Red lipstick and matching shoes.
âShe looks happyâŚâ Lucy Gray says, also looking at you.
âShe isnât happy. And thatâs just an idiotâ he spits pointing at the handsome peacekeeper dancing with you. He shouldnât have said that, especially in front of Lucy Gray. But the way the man twisted you like a piece of the softest fabric, and the way he singed for you, it was taking over him.
Itâs his hands that should be holding your hips. Itâs his voice that should be making you dance. But Lucy Gray grabs his chin and offers him a sweet smile that makes him get lost on her brown eyes. Sheâs too good for him.
As he kisses her, he still feels the anger. Causeâ it should be you.
âŚ
The roles had switched up. Coriolanus was infatuated by you. And now, you ignored him as if you never ever thought he was the love of your life.
Maybe is his hair, now short. Or maybe it is that deep sight he always has on you. The sweet boy that didnât look on your way was gone.
As the days passed, you could feel the air changing. Telling you that your punishment would soon be over.
You flip through the pages, tons of files in the racks perfectly accommodated in the room. You read about all the frauds and corruption of the hospital and the military aisle. Enough to make you a dangerous target. So as soon as the headmistress nurse knows you have a long secret file in your memory, he gives you easy jobs.
And the dirty ones too.
Coriolanus follows you. Thought the archives rooms to the cold storage. He sees how thereâs a tray ready to go. Some needles ready to pinch someone. And then you are changing the yellow liquid inside the injections, your face mask covering the small grin on your face. It makes him slightly shocked. He didnât think you would be capable of doing such a thing. Some rumors flew across the militar camp. About a deal, between the heads of the hospital and the camp. Where they would secretly get rid of sick people from the district to stop wasting expensive medicines and other products.
But you hand the tray with an innocent smile.
And he grows worried. He canât believe it, but he fears you could end up dead because of your little tricks. You leave early. So, he gains some confidence to follow you. He needs answers. Heâs tired of following you to beg for your attention. Itâs his lucky day that you chose to take the little trail that crossed the resting cabins of the peacekeepers. You walk past his cabin and his brain makes him walk faster, grab your forearm and push you inside it.
âWhat the hell?â You ask, startled. Looking at Coriolanus in shock.
The bunks are empty. Everyone is out.
âWhat were you doing? Switching the shots? You could get hanged or something else!â Suddenly youâre confused, questioning why he was caring now.
âThereâs a lot more going on in the hospital than you could ever know, Coriolanus.â He understands it. And he isnât surprised after all. Injustice happened everywhere.
But he wouldnât easily let go.
âYou could still get in trouble. Whoâs making you do this?â You sigh frustrated, shrugging.
âWhy do you care so much? Why canât you leave me alone for once?â As you raise your voice, he grows impatient.
âI DO CARE ABOUT YOU!â Your silence makes him step closer.
âSeeing you dancing with that man, how he grabbed you, it boiled my blood.â Suddenly you feel nervous about his proximity.
And the cheeky asshole decided to step even closer.
âThat shouldnât be a problem for youâ you do your best to keep the visual contact. But the way heâs looking at you is making it difficult. Especially after his lips are literally brushing your cheekbone.
âYou are the one I desire.â He smashes his lips with yours. Honestly, you believe him. But it isnât enough to make your heartbeats for him.
âDid you let that man touch you after you left?â You giggle, letting him wander under your nurse apron.
âMy virginity is part of my pride and dignityâ you answer, kissing his neck, letting his sneaky hands touch you everywhere. His right hand gropes your breast and the other is trying to hold the fat of your hip and ass like a starved man.
Your brain canât work for some minutes. But you kiss him back. You decide he wouldnât puppet you. Never again.
As he devours your lips, confirming you gave the softest kisses, yet passionate. You push him gently towards a random bed. And slowly, you get on your knees, dropping your nurse cap and navy blue cape to the floor.
Coriolanus is officially in shock as you drop his belt to the floor.
When he least expects it, you are already licking the tip of his cock. You make a wet mess of him. His head drops back, letting you do whatever you want.
Heâs in heaven. Of course, you werenât the most experienced but to be a virgin, you were quite an addictive lover.
In your head, you just can think about giving him pleasure. Your twisted plan would be effective as soon as he exploded. You put much effort in sucking and licking every vein of him. His length did not disappoint, and you mentally cursed as you realized he couldâve been your first time.
Coriolanus knows damn well it is over for him when his eyes meet yours. His tip met the back of your throat, and he ended up spilling his hot seed inside your mouth. You show him your tongue, covered in white, only to swallow everything. He gulps, feeling the remaining spasms of his orgasm.
âYouâll be the death of meâŚâ he admits, taking a long breath.
As for you, you know itâs just a matter of time. If Coriolanus was so invested in making you look at him now, you would give him more reasons until he broke and admitted he couldnât live without you.
So you clean your messy lipstick. Your nurse cap and navy cape perfectly in place and you look gorgeous in a mirror near the door.
âIf anyone asks where I was, you say I went to drop some letters.â After that you donât nothing else. He tucks himself inside his pants and stands quickly.
âWait-â but you had already left.
âŚ
In the night, Coriolanus starts looking out for Sejanus. He was going to ask if he wanted to go to the bar to see Lucy Gray. But he couldnât find him. He feels his forehead sweating even in the middle of the night.
Near a little training center, he hears two recognizable voices. And when he turns into a little hallway, he sees you arguing with Sejanus.
âNo, Iâm not defending the Capitol, but these people are not worth risking your life, Sejanusâ itâs the first thing he hears from you.
âThey deserve better luck, y/n. Something we were born with.â Coriolanus sees you huffing, arms crossed as the slight wind makes your uniform cape lift.
âWhatâs going on?âŚâ the blonde asks. You turn and sigh, expecting Sejanus to explain. You like to think Coriolanus would make Sejanus to think clearly. Like he did before.
Thereâs only silence.
âYou won't tell him? I willâŚâ you turn to Coriolanus. He can feel you are angry; you disapprove whatever it was happening with Sejanus.
âHeâs helping some rebels.â Sejanus only looks down.
âTheyâre not rebels.â
âWell, theyâre definitely not on the right track. And helping them will only lead to trouble.â
âWhy are you doing this?â Coriolanus joins. He sounds tired, immediately remembering how he had to literally fight in the Hunger Games to save him.
âThey are suffering. They donât have anyone.â Sejanus replies.
âIf you werenât helping them, they would put a bullet in your head before you could even blink. They are not worth risking your life, Sejanus. I donât want to see you hanged.â
âI appreciate your worries, y/n. I really do. But this is the least I can do after all the things my parents have aligned for me.â Your eyes water. Even after all the horrible you have done at the Capitol, as a nurse, you cared for Sejanus and Coriolanus. You might have been playing a game of manipulation with Coriolanus, but if he ended up in a mess that threatened his life, you would fear. The same for Sejanus.
âSejanusâŚâ Coriolanus felt slightly bad after seeing you at the verge of tears. He knew behind that new mask of indifference you were very soft.
âIf something happens to you, Iâm gonna live mad at you for the rest of my life. Life made us end up here for himâŚâ you say pointing at Coriolanus.
And itâs true, you were sent to the 12 for punishment. Sejanus literally followed him just because.
âThatâs enough penitence.â Feeling the tears flow, you start walking away.
Sejanus also feels wrong. But heâs confident. Both men stare at you, and different thoughts run through their heads.
âIf anything happens, Coryo⌠Take good care of her.â Coriolanus looks at his friend.
He thinks you deserve more. He finally accepts thereâs more to win by your side rather than following the songbird. Yet, he couldnât push away Lucy Gray yet.
âIâll take care of her, Sejanus.â
âŚ
You donât see the boys for the next two days. Until the night. When for emergency protocol you had to work. A fight in the bar caused some injuries to many men. So, there you are at 1:00 am sending gazes and bottles of alcohol. And when you are about to clean your own space, after a knock on your door, you see Coriolanus and Lucy Gray.
Unbelievable.
âWhat happened?â You ask as soon as you see him properly. The tray on your hands falls to the ground, making a loud sound. Thereâs blood on his face, a dark splotch on the right side of his nose. Beside him is Lucy Gray. Wearing one her bohemian dresses with her rural touch of always. You go to inspect his face.
âGot into a fight.â Coriolanus explains. You frown, thinking that is very ignorant and low. Completely disappointed of him for joining the cause.
âYou got into the fight? Why?â He sighs, and Lucy Gray only huffs, helping him to sit on a bench. You ignore her, proceeding to take some cotton and equipment to stitch the little wound on his cheekbone. Your fingers are cold, and make him squirm as soon as they touch him.
âSome guy. He got violent after harassing herâ of course it had to be for Lucy Gray all the commotion. Everything makes sense, the fight at the bar you listened to less than an hour ago. The songbird mustâve performed, and someone made a mess.
You canât feel bad for her. While half of the district loved her, there was a considerable amount of people who disliked her, rumors saying she carried problems wherever she went.
âHmm.â you have a lot to say, but you wonât spit everything at once. Coriolanus sighed, pretending it was because the alcohol was touching his skin, but it was because you werenât pleased.
Even in his exile, he was between two women again. And while he couldnât push away Lucy Gray, he couldnât let you go too.
âCan you give us a moment, Lucy Gray?â he asks calmly. And maybe her reaction wasnât meant to, but she showed that it made her uncomfortable.
âSure. Iâll wait outsideâŚâ awkwardly she made a smile to the man seated in front of you and left.
Silence took over. You continued to clean the wound, and his deep blue eyes were locked on your face.
Finally, he was able to see your real beauty. Bare amounts of makeup. Hair down and short nails. No crazy looks, ridiculous hairstyles and cat nails. This was the real you.
âI didnât start the fightâŚâ he started.
âBut of course, it had to be for her.â you finish for him. Again, he sighs, trying to avoid any possible irritation.
âIt wasnât her fault what happened.â
âOh my god. Just listen to yourself! ⌠Everything is her fault!â You burst after finishing with the needle.
âWhy do you hate her so much?â He asks irritatedly, shrugging and expecting you to answer soon.
âI donât hate her. I couldnât care less for that poor girl. But sheâs the reason why you got so obsessed with winning the damn prize. Sheâs the reason why you cheated and sheâs the reason why youâre exiled, and Iâm punishedâ he knows itâs true. In a matter of weeks, Coriolanus repeatedly questioned why Lucy Gray. And until two weeks ago, when he started questioning why not you.
Coriolanus smirks. Finding a way to evade a deeper conversation. He wasn't ready for the time to come where he had to decide. Lucy Gray or you.
âYou sound like youâre jealousâ he actually thought you would deny it.
âOf course it makes me jealous, Coriolanus!â
His smile fades away. You curse under your breath, moving aside to pick up the nursing equipment. There was no way back, and you wouldnât lie.
âEver since I met you, I wanted you to like me. And all I received were mean looks and judgmental jokes. About my hair, my lipstick, my dress, everythingâ you admit, sounding a little hurt.
âAnd this girl comes, and in less than two months she has you doing the impossible for herâ you mumble. Coriolanus was never the romantic type. He was a man of few words and very analytical. He wasnât a fan of the districts, so you wondered what could possibly be the reason for him to get obsessed with the songbird.
âDo you love her?â For you, it was a simple question. You always faced your feelings. But for Coriolanus, he tended to avoid his feelings.
He looked at the ground, at your boots before looking up at you.
âWhy are you making this so complicated?â He asks, in hopes to avoid the real question.
âYou wonât have both girls, Coriolanus.â When you come back at him, he stares directly at his view, at your waist. He focuses on the details of the grey and white fabric decorating you. Thereâs a tiny spot of blood near your breast, and some dirt near where he thought it was your belly button.
For sure, he knows he wonât have both girls.
âAnd as much as she tries to make you fit in. You donât belong here. You and I were educated to live in The Capitol.â Heâs well aware that with Lucy Gray, he would be pursuing a humble peaceful life. With you, he would be pursuing a luxurious and firm life.
The harder you are pushing his buttons, the harder youâre manipulating him. You trace his chin and neck, fingers grasping his silver chain. And you know heâs getting soft, vulnerable for your touch.
Maybe he changed his perspective of you after seeing you dance. After seeing you naked in the showers. After realising the type of woman you were.
âI would love to see when realization hits you. Youâll see that she only used you. Youâll notice that I was on your side and couldâve been for the rest of my lifeâ his jaw tenses. He looks you in the eye again. You smile, thumb on his lower lip.
âAnd pretend as much as you can, selling me that face of I donât care about you. But I know you do; youâre just blinded by the songbird. Count the days till she uses her singing against you. Itâll be too late.â
He hates losing, missing things. And you know it.
âShe makes me want to be someone better.â His best attempt to soothe you makes you laugh.
âThe summer will be over, and Iâll leave. She wonât inspire you to grow. She will make you lay still. Iâll be at the top of the Capitol again. And you couldnât make your house riseâŚâ that hit him in his pride. The fact that your words were true. He thought about Tigris and his grandmother. They deserved better.
âI want you to be someone better. And yet, youâre here. Without the prize, without being home. Just picture it⌠Where would you be if you had chosen me?â He really wanted to choose you. He just needed a fucking reason. But once again, you have disappeared.
âŚ
He cared. But he cared more for himself.
That doesn't make him feel better though. He had doomed Sejanus Plinth by recording his words.
He couldnât sleep, knowing that anything could happen the following morning. He has a tiny brown bag in his hand, clutched as if it was made of pure gold. He canât wait, and he canât sleep. So, he sneaks out of the camp and goes to your room. He needed to see you, he needed to choose you. That would mean leaving. Concentrating on you and his family. Pursuing the Capitolâs type of future, away from the country life.
Your friends were about to leave to go to the secret bar. And they tell him you were gone to the lake. It makes him realize how much you had to be overthinking. Just by seeing you, anyone could tell you werenât from the districts. Spending the night in the lake wasnât pleasant at all. With animals, mosquitoes, and the humid heat of the woods.
But he walks in the darkness. Hearing some crickets and frogs that guide him to the little visible light at the end of the trial. The more he walks towards it, the more he can distinguish you.
There you are sitting over a blanket. Reading a book, wearing a long pastel nightgown. The sight makes him smile.
He steps over a branch and makes you turn worried. But as soon as you spot him, you sigh, closing the book.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask.
âI could ask the same question. Itâs nearly midnight.â He sits beside you on the blanket, you only shrug, facing away from him, looking at the barely noticeable reflect of the lake under the moon.
âI couldnât sleep.â
âMe neitherâ thereâs a lot of things he wants to say, you want to scream it too.
âI wanted to give you thisâŚâ he hands you the brown bag. Frowning, you take it, your fingers brushing his, but you opt to ignore it.
When you dig your hands inside, you feel something soft. And when you see whatâs inside, you canât help but cheekily smile.
Itâs the feather earrings you wanted at the market. He probably collected the least he could to pay for them. Or maybe he traded something. Itâs uncertain, but you canât deny it warmed your heart a little.
âYou saw me?â He nods, watching how you cautiously caressed the pair.
âThen you mustâve heard me tooâŚâ Coriolanus heard it. But he would pretend the opposite. Just to avoid the question.
âI didnât. I was passing by when you were looking at them. What happened?â You tilt your head, putting the earrings on.
âYour songbird is jealous of me⌠Does she know about the good time we had the other day?â He blushes, closing his eyes out of embarrassment.
âHow do I look?â When he opens his eyes, he sees you have the earrings on. The blue feathers looked very outstanding in the middle of the dark. The light you brought did not make any justice to the beauty of your face. Barely highlighting your eyes and lips.
âYou look beautifulâŚâ thereâs something on your mind. You want to ask so badly. And while you could pry about his thoughts of your new appearance, you donât. Your voice slightly trembling as you start speaking.
âDid you and Sejanus have anything to do with the death of the daughter of the mayor and the boyfriend?â He closes his eyes.
âNo.â
âCoriolanus Snow⌠Do not lie to me.â his arms come to rest on his bent knees. And you know the truth through his breathing.
âSejanus went too far. I wanted to keep him aliveâ you sigh, feeling already stressed. Panic invades you, fearing for both boys.
âWhat if this is just what you two needed to end up in real trouble?â He looks at you, and he wants to kiss you so badly. He wanted a hug from you. He wanted you to love him like he knew you did during the Academy days. Just to feel some sense of normality. That this isnât what his life turned out toâŚ
âWhat if he gets killed. What if you get killed?â
âIt wonât happen. Itâll be okayâ your nails were going to suffer from anxiety. But he places a hand on your bare shoulder, calming you.
âWhy canât you give me a rest, Coriolanus?â He knows what you mean, and it makes his heart grow soft.
âHonestly. Before the games I barely tolerated you. But after seeing you here and everything that happened, youâre right. I canât have both girls.â It makes you weak.
âWhat made you look at me? Why now?â He sighs.
Firstly, it was pure lust, your body. But at this point, he knew he could potentially end up alone. And he refused to let go of the person he had won since the beginning.
âBecause I wasn't able to appreciate that I had you. And⌠I donât want to be alone.â You nod, analyzing his words.
âBut you have her. Since when is she not enough?â Coriolanus had to accept how analytical you were. He can be honest and be in peace with you or lie and keep fighting for you.
âI donât think sheâs ever been enough. We donât have much in common. Just that we are orphans⌠if she never came along⌠I swear I know I would have ended up by your side.â You think you understand him. He just realized what he lost. And now he was trapped to decide. However, you were not going to give your heart again. Only time or a life-or-death situation would make you admit you still loved him.
âI said it before, Iâll repeat it again. I wonât be here foreverâŚâ he leaned closer. His hand caressing your chin, appreciating how soft your skin was. He wanted to crown your head with flowers and promise he was yours. Just not yet.
âI knowâŚâ his nose brushes yours, the tension grows and this time, you are the one closing distance to kiss him. You are so close to winning, to have him begging for you.
That night, he keeps kissing you, you read him your book for a bit and before realising it, both of you end up sleeping on the blanket.
In the morning, he finds you undressing to take a quick splash in the lake.
When you realize heâs awake, you smile at him.
âMorningâŚâ like a slow striptease, you let the nightgown fall and he just stares at your body with the first rays of sun illuminating you.
âI donât think this is a dream. Right?â You chuckle before your body disappears under the water.
Itâs the perfect invitation. He joins you, and the first minutes of his morning are spent kissing you. Only to end up in the same blanket both of you slept on. With him on top of you.
âTell me to stop now.â He says in your mouth. Your leg slowly slides through his ankle, sending shivers through his spine.
âI think itâs too late for that.â
He returns you the favor. His head between your legs is the most erotic thing heâs ever heard or seen in his life. Itâs so dirty, eating you out in the middle of the wild. You taste better than expected, and it feels simple, even natural to please you. He can see how your back arches when his nose gently touches your clit. He feels so proud, and he can already see how well you two could handle being lovers. He remembers how you sucked his cock and how good you did it.
To you, you felt some insecurity, because he hadnât decided on you. But you already feel the lead being on your side. Soon that thought fades away, because the pleasure is becoming too much. And youâre ready to receive the upcoming orgasm.
You forget about Lucy Gray, Sejanus, the deaths, your return to the Capitol.
Everything is gone as soon as you feel him. Even the pride and dignity you talked about on losing your virginity.
It just feels like it was meant to be.
âYouâre so perfectâŚâ he says, eyes on your stretch marks, fingers tracing them before moving towards north and pinching your nipples.
The way you clench around him, his lips leaving red marks on your breasts that would soon turn purple. Your moans, and your dirty mouth cursing.
âFuck- oh, Coryo!â He couldnât believe you just cursed. But he then realized he was fucking you. Maybe he had already chosen.
âMore, please-â you manage to say between moans. And heâs in heaven again. He fucks you harder, faster, already feeling he was close too. The silver chain dangling just in front of your face. You swear he had split you in half, but the pain was nothing compared to pleasure.
âWait for me. Weâll do it togetherâ you nod, noticing how intimate and passionate your first time was being. He wanted you to wait for him. And it made your heart clench. You need to hold him. So, your arms hug him, and he understands, leaning to end up with your foreheads together.
In a matter of seconds, you both reach climax.
âPromise me youâll be carefulâ he nods, kissing you one last time.
âItâs gonna be fine.â
But it isnât. You run as soon as your friends say Sejanus Plinth was going to be hanged for treason. You run and your feet burn.
When you make it, you have to hear him screaming for Coriolanus. You start reaching the front faster. But you meet his blue eyes, and you are able to see him saying no to you. Your heart beats fast, sweat on your forehead and eyes watering faster than ever.
When you look at Sejanus again, his neck broke and he was already hanging.
Coriolanus sees the shock and terror on your face. The birds flying and repeating the last words of Sejanus make it worse. He holds the rifle firmly, but his eyes water too.
He follows you as soon as heâs able to leave. Too many things happening at the same time. And he really regrets not noticing you before. None of his life wouldâve been ruined.
He finds you alone in your room. Your friends were working. But you were crying on the floor, covering your face and sobbing loudly. His heart broke, and he let some tears fall too. So he couldnât resist it anymore. He went to hug you tightly.
As soon as you felt him, you hugged him back.
âHe deserved betterâŚâ you mumble between sobs. You say he was a good man. But soon your sobs stop, and Coriolanus can almost hear you plotting.
âWhere is the gun you used, Coriolanus?â His heart stops, and thatâs his epiphany.
âI donât know. Lucy Gray must knowâŚâ the girl could easily be fast to learn where it was. You remain silent.
After some minutes of crying, heâs still holding your hands.
âLucy Gray wants me to go with her outside of the districtsâŚâ you donât have the strength to laugh, but you really wanted to.
âOne last time. Do you love her, Coriolanus?â He knows itâs time and thereâs no going back. So he sighs, feelings the dry tears on his face.
âNo.â
Your soul can finally rest.
âIn two days, Iâm leaving. I got accepted by Gaul into University. I just learned this morning after receiving mail.â He looks deep at your eyes. Trying to understand what you just said.
âThen you are going with Lucy Gray. You find the gun and if needed⌠Also get rid of herâ you knew Lucy Gray was there when the incident happened. You had also made up your mind. And you would give Coriolanus one last chance.
âIâll wait for you for two days. If you come back, you know Iâll be yours. But if you decide to stay with her, Iâll understand. And your secret will die with me.â He feels you kiss his cheek and after that, you quietly leave. Giving him no choice but to pack to meet Lucy Gray at the Hanging Tree.
âŚ
You wait impatiently for your train. Coriolanus was gone. He didnât return. So, you wait with your heart full of fissures. Your violet dress makes you a target among the station. You look very Capitol again. But something from District 12 changed you.
And then you hear him. Calling your name.
When you turn, you see Coriolanus almost running towards you. You can feel some tears forming. Your messed up mind was ignoring all the hell he made you feel and see. Like he never killed anyone, like he didnât take so long to choose you. Like you didnât know he consciously chose to be a bad person.
He looks agitated, with his peacekeeper uniform intact. His blue eyes look thrilled. Like a lot of emotions were invading him at the same time.
And the first thing he does when heâs in front of you, is to smash his lips with yours.
It takes you by surprise. The way his free hand immediately goes to your chin. In the middle of the train station. Feels like you were meeting your lover who survived war. It feels wrong to be savoring the moment you realize Coriolanus Snow finally chose you.
At that very moment you tangle your arms around his neck, stepping on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. He feels you smiling, and thatâs all he needed.
He needed to kiss you to forget about the cabin, the birds, the gun and Lucy Gray Baird.
And he does, your lips assuring him it was okay.
He isnât evil, he canât be when a sweet woman like you was kissing him back.
It was delicate for sure.
âIs it over?â You ask between tears. He nods, smiling, holding you close to him.
âEverything is over now.â You wonât ask what happened. You will just savor the victory.
âI can go to the Capitol. Gaul wants to see meâ your eyes shine, relief flowing across you. Knowing you will be able to go back home with him.
âWhere does this leave us?â He chuckles.
âWeâre marrying as soon as we make it to District 2, dearâ he kisses you to soothe your shock.
Almost at the end of the ride on the train, you chuckle looking at the window. He looks with curiosity, still drooling over you wearing the earrings he gave you. They would be his reminder that you had been there since the beginning, when he had nothing to offer. And yet, you stayed.
âWhat?â He finally asks.
âWeâre a liability, you know?â A smile forms on his face. He shouldnât be smiling, but he does anyways.
âI would repeat everything if it meant ending up here with youâ and it was true. Because he would receive the money from the Plinth family, he would be able to study from Gaul, with you. He would get rid of Highbottom, and anyone on his way. But what seemed to be the most urgent matter, was to make you his wife.
But for now, he just takes your hand, kissing it.
âŚ.
Soft!Coriolanus fic is next. Hint? Itâs gonna be based on Supercut from Lorde. Thanks to my crush with Tom Blyth, I realized Reputation and Melodrama are my favorite albums on earth. If you want to be tagged on the next fic, comment!!!!!!!! <3.
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Summary: insecure!Eddie x bartender!Reader
Eddie is constantly flirting with you after his Corroded Coffin sets at the Hideout, and you have the bad habit of flirting back. What happens when you overhear a conversation that wasnât meant for you? Maybe youâve had the wrong idea about the cocky metalhead who negs you for free drinks. Now you need to take it into your own hands to resolve some built up tension.Â
Smut, as always, with a touch of angst but generally fluff/happy ending.Â
Word count: 18k (eek! in retrospect I maybe should have split this into multiple parts but...fuck it, brevity has never been my strong suit LOL) Buckle up for a doozy.
Content warnings: smut, afab reader with she/her pronouns, use of y/n, alcohol consumption, smoking, the devilâs lettuce, mention of Eddie's scars and sustained injuries (slightly canon divergent obviously because our boy is ALIVE here, but the events of season 4 generally stand otherwise), also Eddie does some negative self talk where he refers to himself as mutilated but everything is happy in the end I promise, and scars are nothing to be insecure about he's just down in the dumps you feel me?, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected PIV sex (plz use protection irl), pet names, reader and Eddie shower together
A/N: I know itâs been a hot minute since Iâve posted a fic on here, but I hope all yâall who are still riding the Eddie Munson thirst train enjoy this :) Iâm trying to regain the motivation to write more, so hopefully more fics to come soon (no promises though lol) (maybe some Steve? Steddie x Reader? Let me know what yâall want to see.) I
"I'll have the usual," his hoarse voice and boisterous presence cut through what few other customers sat at your bar, forcing your attention his way.
"Yeah, and what would that be?" you try to give him your best deadpan voice, unsure yet if you were in the mood for his antics.Â
"Come on, like I ever order anything other than a whiskey and coke," his curly dark hair stuck slightly to his damp forehead, not having bothered to wipe the sweat from his brow in between the stage and the bar. If you could even call it a stage. It was more of a sad corner with an extension cable and a few amps that his grunting bandmates were lugging back into their truck while he very helpfully came over and tried to flirt with the bartender. You were the only bartender. On Friday nights anyways.Â
"That's because you're unoriginal," his drink was already half made as you flick your eyes up through your lashes at him, knowing he was watching you intently, not that he was particular about how his drink was made by any stretch. "You're actually going to pay for it this time," you slid the glass over to him, "I'm not joking."
"You wound me," he tries his best to give you puppy dog eyes, "but I'm pretty sure Randy mentioned something about drink tickets when we negotiated our new Friday slot."
"That's not a thing," you make up menial tasks behind the bar to keep your hands and eyes busy while he relentlessly chats with you, "never has been. Plus if I keep giving you free drinks you'll get the idea that I like you or something."Â
Fuck, you told yourself you should stop flirting back with him. Your first excuse had been professionalism, which didn't make a lick of sense considering you were a bar back at this hole in the wall that paid local bands in drink tickets, apparently. Your second excuse had been that as fun as Eddie was to chat with, you hardly knew anything about him other than his loud band and his drink order.Â
Unfortunately he liked to chat and sooner than later you knew more about him than you wanted to. Your newest excuse? If you kept flirting back with him he might get the idea that he could see you outside of this dingy bar, and you liked the comfort and safety of the three feet of wood separating you, it kept you from doing something you might regret.Â
"Don't act like you didn't like our set," he threw the rest of his drink back, "I saw you watchin' from over here."
"Yeah, well you're kind of hard to ignore, you know, with the volume and all," your voice had a too-playful tone that you mentally noted to dial back on.Â
If you were being honest, Corroded Coffin was one of the weekly acts that you didn't entirely mind. Most were groups of middle aged men trying to relive the glory days by booking a weeknight at the Hideout, instruments barely tuned and a setlist that was decades out of style. While Eddie's band certainly wasn't everyone's cup of tea, you found yourself tapping your foot along with their songs more often than not. At least they were original, youâd give them that.Â
He held his glass up to signal a request for another. "Go help your friends carry all your shit," you swiped the cup from his hand, hating that you focused on how your fingers briefly touched his, "and then I'll make you another. And I'm charging you for both."
"Whatever you say, babe" he spun around three or four times on the bar stool before sauntering off and finally assisting with moving the amps and drum kit. You rolled your eyes, not that he was watching you anymore, but more to keep yourself from checking out how his shirt clung to his torso. His black t-shirt was always a size too small, revealing his tattoo covered arms that you never allowed yourself to stare long enough at to make out what any of them were.Â
Eddie was nice. As much as you liked to push each other's buttons and joke around, he was a lot more respectful than most patrons that tried their hand at flirting with you. He never said anything gross or disrespectful, not something you could say about most men who've had more than a few beers.Â
But you didn't want to risk pushing any boundaries with him, because you work here, and his band plays here weekly, religiously. You didn't want things to get weird, and as much as you learned how to avoid certain patrons, there was only so much space between the 'stage' and your station behind the bar.Â
Despite this, you have his second drink made before he finishes putting his stuff away, and you haven't started a tab for either of them. A big smile stretches across his cheeks when he notices his already-made drink set by his stool as he walks over from the back door. You couldn't help but feel a tiny smile creep up on your face as well.Â
"Really made me work for this one, huh?" he takes the first sip while still standing before setting back into his seat, "truly amazing service, best I've ever had, really." You glare at him while cleaning some cups absentmindedly with a rag. "Not sure if you can tip on a drink ticket though..."
"Fuck off," you giggle and throw the wet towel at him, "you can't charm your way into TWO free drinks you ass."
"Aww you think I'm charming?" the flirtations between you were always edged with sarcasm, which you both found a lot easier than admitting 'hey you need to stop looking at me like that or else I'm going to keep thinking about pinning you against this countertop.'
"No, I don't, which is why you're PAYING for both those drinks," a lie followed by another lie, and you both knew it. "Where'd your band go?"
"Why? 'm I boring you?" he didn't mind taking up all your attention when the other bar patrons were either too drunk to stand or too old to even notice that a metal band had performed for the past hour. "No one's ever accused Gareth of being more interesting than yours truly. Plus he doesn't drink anyways, so your venture capitalist instincts wont work on him." He raised his drink to punctuate his joke before taking another long swig.Â
"Ha ha," you don't give him the satisfaction of a real laugh, "I just wanted to make sure you had a ride home in case you try and swindle me into making you a third drink."
"Oh no, I told them all to scram, that I had a hot date with you and my unsettled tab," he leaned over the bar, trying to eliminate as much space between himself and you, "plus I've got a friend coming by to pick me up in a bit. So if you wanted to make me that third drink in exchange for me keeping you company while you close up, I certainly don't have any reason to turn you down."
"Fine," you point at him with a stern finger, "but this one'll be more coke than whiskey."
"Deal," he pointed his finger back at you, moving carefully in so the tips of your pointers touched. This made you genuinely laugh, unable to keep up a wall for too long around him.Â
He finished his second drink while you ordered last call, and settled up with crumpled cash and mumbled thank youâs from the few remaining drunks. After closing up the cash register you make him that more-coke-than-whiskey drink as promised, and get to wiping down every sticky surface.Â
"What's your drink?" he asks.
"Hmm?" you glance over from your hunched over position, trying to get the wet rag across the underside of the bar where someone had clearly spilt what appeared to be an entire pint of light beer.Â
"You know my drink order, I wanna know yours." you stand up straight and look at him.Â
You consider pushing back and demanding why he wanted to know, but it was late and you only had so many quips left in you, "Gin and tonic with extra lime." You get back to soaking up the spilt mess.
"Woooooow," his drink was finished and he took it upon himself to grab the broom from behind the bar and start sweeping up the bottle caps and tracked in dirt, "and you had the nerve to call me unoriginal."
"I'm not some creative rock and roll guitar guy like you, I don't need to be original, I'm just a bartender," you let him keep sweeping and start checking off other tasks from your closing list.
"You aren't just a bartender, give yourself more credit than that babe," he held up the dustpan full of crap, silently asking where to put it and you hold open a mostly full garbage bag for him to dump it into before tying it off, "judging by your drink order I would also guess that you're, hmmmm, an 85 year old man."
"Oh my god," you slap him on the arm with another half dirty hand towel, "in that case, you're doing voluntary manual labor just to flirt with this 85 year old man, so maybe you need to reevaluate your priorities."
He takes a few steps forward, not quite caging you against the bar, but nearly there. "And how am I doing? Is it working?" He's the closest he's ever been to you, jokingly sliding the broom around your feet, pretending to sweep while maintaining searing eye contact.
As the which-one-of-us-is-going-to-learn-in-first question buzzes around you, an irritating light flickers through the big front window, indicating someone had pulled their car right up to the curb with their high beams on. Eddie scrunches his nose up, and your urge to kiss him somehow grows despite his annoyed expression. "That's my ride."
You give him a small nod, turning your head to try and squint to see who could possibly be picking him up at this hour, but not making out much through the foggy glass. "I suppose I can manage the rest without you," you grab the broom from him, fingers touching for the second time tonight, "see you next week, rockstar."
Eddie wants to do something smooth, a wink or a clever line, but instead nervously gives you a nod and is out the front door before he can give it a second thought. The minute the door closes behind him you let out all the air you had been holding in your chest, both frustrated and slightly relieved. Eddie on the other hand- was bursting with regret and frustration, immediately running his hands through his hair and pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.Â
"Absolutely not," Steve craned his neck out of his car that always looked like it had just gotten a fresh wax and detail, "at least five feet away from the beemer if you're going to light that."Â
Eddie rolled his eyes, considering putting the cigarette back into the carton and getting the fuck away from this bar, but ultimately gave in and pivoted on his heel storming back towards the brick exterior and slumping against it as he flicked his lighter and took an aggressively deep pull.Â
"What's your damage?" Steve moved out of the expensive car, keeping a bit of distance from Eddie but close enough that the two could talk, "That bartender you like wasn't on or something?"
"She's inside closing up now, so keep your fuckin' voice down" he gave Steve a glare and then immediately an apologetic look for being so prickly, "I'm just bad at this shit, man."
"You can't be that bad at it, Gareth and Jeff said the two of you eye fuck across the room every Friday night," Steve shrugs, understanding Eddie's drawback but knowing his friend rarely gives himself the benefit of the doubt.Â
"Yeah, well, that's not the hard part," Eddie rips his cigarette and presses his wild hair deeper into the brick behind him, exhaling upwards.Â
You had taken note that Eddie's ride hadn't left yet, so you busied yourself for a minute before deciding who cares if you had to give him an awkward wave on your way across the parking lot, so you locked up and grabbed the trash to take to the dumpster out back before leaving for the night.Â
You really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but as soon as the back door clicked you heard their muffled conversation from around the corner. Rather than give away your presence with the clanging of the trash you gently set it against the wall and moved forward silently, staying out of sight but well within earshot.Â
"Flirting is the easy part, she's fuckin' easy to talk to, man" Eddie's voice carried, and you felt guilty but continued to listen, "I don't want to just fuck her though, I want to like, date...her."
"Oh," Steve's voice dropped knowingly, "well that's... good, I guess, that you like her like that."
"Well even if I didn't like her like that and was only looking to fuck her," he sighs out, and you carefully listen while furrowing your eyebrows, trying to make sense of their conversation, "she's gorgeous, and no girl that hot- scratch that no girl at all want's to fuck some mutilated freak."
"Don't call yourself a freak," Steve's voice seems apprehensive.Â
"Yeah, sure, but you can't say I'm not mutilated." There was a beat of silence, and you didn't have time to think too much about his words before he went off again, voice laced with thick sarcasm, "Oh hey babe, so glad you were able to look past that I live in a trailer park and all my neighbors think I'm a satan worshiping murderer, but I hope you can be cool with my singular nipple and weird lumpy scar tissue, I know it's super hot, you're gonna have to get in line." His voice carried easily far past your hiding spot.Â
"You're not giving her much credit dude," Steve was still apprehensive to respond, knowing how Eddie got when he started to spiral, "Maybe she's not that shallow."
"It's not that," Eddie's voice started to calm, "I'd just rather take my twenty minutes of flirting after our Friday gigs than risk it and have her look at me like she's sorry for me or something."Â
With that he snubbed out his cigarette butt with the toe of his combat boots, let out a big sigh, and moved to get into the passenger side of Steve's car. You take a few slow, careful steps back towards the slumped garbage bag and wait until you hear the engine start and see the lights pull out onto the opposite side of the road.Â
Fuck. Part of you felt incredibly guilty for listening to what was obviously meant to be a private conversation, especially a private conversation about you. But your gears were turning far too fast to get hung up on guilt.Â
You always felt apprehensive about Eddie because you figured he was a flirt, a player, the kind of guy who talks to all bartenders like that, and you just happened to be the one he flirted with after his Corroded Coffin shows. You never wanted to get too invested in making him smile or waiting around for him to chat you up, because you know how most guys are, especially guys who carry themselves with that much confidence. And you were fucking wrong.Â
Now fully realizing that the ball is in your court, you need to plan your first move. You decided, Eddie was worth taking the risk.Â
It was truly a shot in the dark, but if your intuition ended up being a bust then no one would know about your wasted afternoon other than yourself. The following afternoon you drove aimlessly up and down the unpaved residential streets of the trailer park. There were two in town but you had a pretty good feeling that this was the one.Â
You only started to feel stupid when you got some confused and slightly angry looks from people going about their business, hanging laundry or smoking on their porches, scrunching their noses and trying to make out the unfamiliar car driving in circles around their neighborhood.Â
Aha! There it was. You knew that your gut could only fail you so many times when it came to Eddie. Exactly what you had been looking for, a big black and blue 1971 Chevrolet van strewn with dents, patches of rust, and, your telltale sign, a homemade Corroded Coffin sticker crookedly placed on the faded chrome of the bumper.Â
Step one, complete. Step two was contingent on Eddie even being home. The presence of his van had you feeling hopeful.Â
You attempt to rid yourself of lingering nerves with a deep breath and silent pep talk. You park adjacent to his van and hop out before your legs can convince you not to, and suddenly you've rung the doorbell and are standing with your hands clasped nervously in front of his door.Â
"Just a minute," you hear him yell from inside, step two, complete, "What're you here for? Cuz I only got weed right now so if you're..." his hollering voice trails off from inside as he catches a glimpse of you through the screen. "Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here?"Â
"Jeez, hello to you too," you try to lace your voice with the same flirty edge that you always took with Eddie, but you didn't have the comfortable barrier of the bar or the security of being the person serving him his drinks.Â
"How the fuck do you know where I live?" His tone wasn't quite angry, but it was bordering on more pointed than just confused.Â
"Sorry, I didn't mean to drop by totally unexpected," you suddenly felt vulnerable, regretting this whole stupid plan, "I can go."Â
You start to scurry back to your car and hide your face forever, but he cuts you off with, "No, no, just, why are you here?" He softened his voice, and came down the stoop to hover over you on the last step.Â
"Well," here goes nothing, "last night I felt like we sort of got interrupted." You pause, trying to gauge his reaction, "And I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I didnât want to wait a whole week to see you again."
"Oh," his face and reaction didn't give you much of a clue as to what he was thinking.Â
"And," you started filling the empty air with words, as you often did out of anxiety, "I know where you live because I've heard you sing 'fuck everyone in the trailer park, I'll play my music and curse your existance' probably a thousand times, it really wasnât that hard to figure out where you live."Â
He let out a chuckle, despite being deep in the throws of processing your earlier statement of feeling cut off. Of course he wanted to see you outside the confines of the musty bar, he just hadn't expected it to be like this, so sudden. "Well that's fair. Iâll give you double points for perception."
"I didn't mean to interrupt your Saturday," you began to reel again, "just wanted to tell you I'd like to hang out with you sometime, preferably not at The Hideout."
"Can sometime be now?" he hopped down from the last step and gave you an inquisitive smile, nose slightly scrunched and giving you butterflies.Â
"Yeah, sometime can be now. You promise I'm not interrupting anything?" you felt a wave of relief, his energy had fully shifted from confusion to your comfortable flirty banter.
"Just a packed bong and have some laundry I probably wasn't going to do anyways," he suddenly realized he either had to invite you inside, which would be slightly embarrassing given the current state of his trailer, or suggest a secondary location, "you hungry? We can grab lunch or something?"Â
He offered to drive, and you suggested sandwiches and beer to go for a backseat van picnic. He was relieved that you were down with doing something so casual, no stuffy cafes or overpriced food. If you were more than happy to suggest eating deli counter sandwiches in the back of his clunky van then maybe he had less to worry about than he thought.Â
The passing moments between you had him realizing he truly didn't know much about you. Your job, how you had no problem snapping back at rude customers, and most recently your favorite drink. He wanted to know more, and quickly did as you had a 'regular' sandwich order and gave him directions to a side street that looked out onto a small lake, explaining that you'd eat lunch out here sometimes when the weather was nice. He parked the van in reverse, letting the back doors swing open, giving you the perfect bench looking out to the scenery to sit back and eat.Â
"All my years living 'round here, I've never been to this spot," he noted through bites of sandwich wrapped in white paper.
"Yeah, most people know the spot across the lake with the rope swing and all that," you gesture across to where there was a popular jumping rock littered with empty beer cans, "too crowded for me though, it's more peaceful over here."Â
"Sorry if I was a bit rude earlier," he started, but you quickly cut him off before he could finish his apology.
"No, no," you move your hand over to gently grab his mid gesture, "don't apologize, your reaction was incredibly reasonable."
"I just-' he started but you gave his hand a squeeze, "I really am happy you decided to come by, I didn't want you to think otherwise."
"I'm happy you chose lunch with me over a bong and laundry, that was some tough competition I had," he rolled his eyes at you.
"Don't make fun of me," he nudged your side, "I'm usually pretty wiped from Friday's show and trying to think of clever things to keep up with you, so my Saturday's are usually pretty lazy," your shoulders rubbed against each other, "being a washed up wannabe rockstar and flirting with a girl way out of my league can really do a number on me."
You share a soft giggle but reassure him that playing live music, even if it is only for you and a crowd of five drunks is still pretty cool. "Plus I like that you dress like this all the time, it's not just an act, this is just how you are," you gesture to his ripped jeans and ring clad fingers.
"What did you expect, babe? Surprise me at my trailer to find me in a polo and khakis?" the suggestion alone had the two of you laughing, brainstorming an alternate universe where Eddie was an accountant by day and only let his rocker side loose on Friday nights.Â
"If you aren't secretly an accountant, what do you do when you're not playing music, if I may ask," you realize this was really one of the first personal questions you'd exchanged, keeping things punchy and surface level until this point.
"Ah, well," he scratches the back of his head, "although I wish the drink tickets we make at The Hideout were enough to cover rent, I work down at the body shop, you know the one down the street from the grocery store? My uncle knew some guys there and hooked me up with a job fixing cars after high school, and it's not too bad, I'm not half bad at it either, so that's where I'm at."
"You just really keep getting better and better, huh?" at first he wonders if your comment is sarcastic, but you continue "So what I'm hearing is you'll look at my rattling engine for free? I know nothing about cars and am always worried the people at the body shop are going to overcharge me."
"I only charge in sandwich dates and drink tickets, so you're in luck," he responds quickly without giving it much of a thought.Â
You take a second, "What about dinner dates? Maybe movie dates too? Are those acceptable payments for your mechanic expertise?"Â
"Not usually, but I'll make an exception for you," he responds after a few beats, realizing you wanted to see him again, and not just at the bar.Â
You both are looking out at the lake, the buzzing energy around you making you nervous to look at each other. So you just tilt your head sideways to rest on his shoulder, "Phew, that's a relief, because I have a lot more of these planned."
"Oh yeah?" he shifts his body towards you, lifting your head from his shoulder and finally meeting his gaze, a stupid grin plastered across his face, he couldn't help it. "Which one of these dates do I finally get to kiss you?" You let out a breathy laugh, half amused by his corny line and half surprised he was being so forward.Â
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," you pretend to think it over, stringing this out was killing both of you, but you couldn't help but push his buttons a bit more, "I'd say I'm kind of a third date kind of gal."
"Three? As in three from now or three including this one?" He seemed genuinely concerned, causing a genuine laugh to slip through the act you were putting on.Â
You move your hand to his chest, faces closer than they had ever been. You had always been sucked into his big brown eyes, but now you saw flecks of honey and deep browns that bordered on black in them, faded freckles dotted across his cheeks, a chapped patch on his lower lip that had clearly been the victim of some anxious chewing. "I'll make an exception this time, for you."
He let you make the first move, leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his, soft and slow. You could feel his breath catch in his throat, prompting you to pull back and look at him through fluttered lashes, as your mouth parted slightly to ask him if that was okay, his big ring clad hands cupped the sides of your cheeks and pulled you right back into him, kissing you like he was afraid you'd evaporate if he ever stopped.Â
The wind was knocked out of you. You couldn't be bothered to breathe when your attention was solely focused on his lips, his tongue, the sharp intake air he sucked in between slotting your top lip down to your swollen bottom one, nipping with teeth and holding your face so close.Â
After a minute of soft whimpers and exploring the new intimacy you pull back to finally catch your breath, fully ready to ignore the need for oxygen and lean back in when you see his face, rosy and buzzing with excited energy.Â
"Sorry, if that was kind of a lot," he realized you had given the sweetest peck and he proceeded to practically shove his tongue down your throat.Â
You however, were already brushing his apology off and leaning in for more, missing the feeling of his big hands cradling your face, sending tingling shockwaves down your body. Before you could lunge back at him and take more of what you wanted, he takes your chin in between his fingers and tilts your head up to his.
"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm sort of crazy about you. And I really don't want to fuck this up, but I've wanted to do that for a really long time.âÂ
He could tell by your pout that you were begging for another kiss, and he couldn't refuse you. You were completely lost in it. Learning that he let out a little gasp when you ran your fingers up into his hair, that he would catch your bottom lip in between his teeth when you started to pull away and he needed more, that you were already completely wrecked for him. You weren't even conscious of the fact that you were now fully seated in his lap, sandwich wrappers and empty cans long pushed aside.Â
Part of you wanted to wait, to let things build up organically over time and get physically intimate when the moment felt right. But fuck it, the moment felt right now.Â
Any apprehension or worry of scaring him off dissipated when his thumb ran across your cheekbone, his other strong arm holding you steadily against him, you don't think you could wiggle away if you tried. Swirling in your apprehension you also fought the urge to press your hips down into his and grind against him harder. You wanted to let him take things at his pace and not rush anything, but fuck you could feel his cock getting hard between your legs and it was driving you insane.Â
He dragged the knuckle of his middle finger up your neck along the curve of your jaw, speaking softly into your kiss, "can I kiss you here?" pressing his touch into the side of your neck.
"You can do anything you want to me," you pant back, slightly embarrassed at how desperately horny that came out.
"Fuck," he groaned out, cock noticeably twitching against his black jeans and into your thigh, "you can't say shit like that to me."
"Sorry, sorry," you try to gain your composure and lift off him slightly, âI-"
He took a hold of your waist and pulled your back down into his lap, diving into the side of your neck and nipping and sucking until he found the spot that made you squeeze your thighs slightly around him. "Anything I want requires a lot more time and space than we have right now, pretty girl." He mumbled into your neck in between kisses, his words making your back arch slightly more into him. "Plus I need to be a gentleman," you rolled your eyes at this.Â
"Since when have you ever worried about that," you tug his hair back to force him to look at you.
"You really want to know what I want, right now?" he quirked an eyebrow.
"Really, really," you let your weight sink down onto his lap a touch more, feeling the stiff length under his jeans slot between your thighs a bit deeper, making his breath hitch before he could respond.Â
"I want you to lay back on those blankets up there," he nodded towards the few crumpled up blankets he had shoved behind the driver's seat, "and let me eat your pretty pussy until you're screaming loud enough for the people across the lake to hear."
Whatever you were expecting, it wasn't that.Â
This unexpected burst of sexual confidence threw you for a loop, as you were fully prepared to be the one making all the big moves. Your mouth hung open slightly, struggling to form a response when all that was swarming through your mind was holy fuck, holy fuck, that was so hot, what the fuck do I say.Â
Rather than respond with words you just roll off his lap and start moving deeper into the back of his van, propping your torso up on bent arms and sending him back a suggestively raised eyebrow. He swung his legs up over the ledge and took one of the doors with him, sliding into the van and quickly shutting the other as well.Â
It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the previous sunlight coming in from across the lake was cut off, and the light source now was only coming from the front windows, making things darker but not invisible. You quickly had no trouble making out Eddie's slender form shuffling around and getting situated in between your bent knees, urging you to lay back a bit more and relax as much as your body would allow against the lumpy blanket pile.Â
"This is okay?" he asks while leaning down to pick up where you had left off a moment ago.Â
"Yes, fuck," you wiggle up into his form, wanting as much contact as he would allow, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into your lips.Â
It all had moved faster than you were used to but fuck if it didn't feel so right. Why did you feel more comfortable with this person you hardly knew than you had with your past few long term relationships? He just had this way of taking your nerves and throwing them out the nearest window.Â
After sucking on your lower lip until it was puffy and slick he dips his chin into the crook of your neck, dragging his perfect nose up your jugular and nestling into the junction of your neck and ear, licking a stripe all the way. You wanted to desperately buck your hips up into his, but only allowed yourself half the satisfaction of lifting your thigh slightly to give him more space to sink deeper into your slumped form.Â
When Eddieâs life flashed before his eyes, on more than one occasion- actually- he wasnât particularly satisfied with what he saw. In the moments before what he assumed was death, his brain searched for the best moments to accumulate and reminisce on before his body succumbed to the untimely demise he was facing. It wasnât much.Â
He wished he had more than smiling moments with his D&D club, a few killer performances at the Hideout, no killer audiences, some nights of revelry with his friends, and a few forgettable hookups in dingy bar bathrooms. That couldnât be it, right?
In the wake of his life flashing, fading, and flashing again, he made more space for good things. After his shows now he let himself think about you, and how much he liked you, let himself try his hand at flirting. Because if he was going to come anywhere that close to death again, he needed more to show for it than a few trysts with nameless girls and an unnerving amount of scar tissue.Â
So he wasnât about to fuck this up. If someone came at him with an axe tomorrow, at least heâd have the memory of you splayed out beneath him in the back of his van, lips shiny and cheeks rosy. If his life were to flash before his eyes again it wouldnât be as bad. Â
âDo you know how long Iâve thought about this?â he mumbled into your neck, his denim clad thigh pressing perfectly in between your legs. You could only hum back as if to say, âno, tell me.â
âI think you do know,â his teeth grazed upon your earlobe, sending a jolt through your hips and finding solace in the friction between your thighs with his.
âYeah, I know,â you breathe out, arching your neck down to nudge the tip of his nose with yours, âdo you?â
âI didnât have a clue,â he mumbled into your lips before slipping his tongue against yours, sickly sweet and laced with all the regret of not asking you out sooner.Â
You let your ankles hook around one another, locking your hips together and earning a deep rumble of a moan from the man trapped. âI recall you mentioning something about the people across the lake hearing meâŚâ you playfully trail off, equal parts confidently flirty and deeply desperate for him to act on his earlier promise.Â
He had nudged his way down into the neckline of your shirt, licking and nipping at as much of your breasts as he could find, fingertips grazing the waistline of your pants. Part of you wanted to just lay here and let him have his way with you, but the conscious part of your brain recognized the insecurities he expressed in that conversation you weren't supposed to hear, and signaled you to be as forward with him as you could be.Â
âFuck,â you struggled to pry your hands between your pressed bodies to reach your jeans button, âEddie can I take these off, I want to feel you.âÂ
With your hands moved south, you managed to undo the clasps of your jeans while also running your hands upwards towards his shirt, wanting to feel the skin beneath.Â
It was subtle, but impossible for you to miss, when your fingertips grazed his lower stomach and trailed up his t-shirt his body shifted into a tense state for just a moment. You could have easily missed it. It took all of a millisecond for him to subtly jerk away from you and redirect the attention to your now unbuttoned pants. His hands were dragging the material down your thighs before you had a moment to register the way he averted your touch.Â
He playfully tossed your bunched up pants over his shoulder, as if they had anywhere else to go other than the three feet of van between him and the doors. After that flashed moment of shyness, you noticed nothing but a playful smirk on his face, smile crinkled at the corners of his cheeks and eyes full of wild mischief.Â
His hands spread against your thighs, digging his fingertips into as much skin as the width of his palms would allow.Â
âSo fucking perfect,â he drank you in, hardly noticing the moment you pulled your shirt and bra over yourself, but dumbstruck as soon as his eyes caught sight of your reveal.
Knowing he had yet to put his money where his mouth was, he adjusted downwards and let his flushed cheek make contact with your thigh. In that moment he vowed to let the sight of the little damp patch in the center of your cotton panties stay forever in his mind.Â
He didnât let a single thought register in his brain before he leaned forward and let his tongue lick a fat strip up the middle of your clothed center, adding dampness to the apparent arousal already there.Â
âJesus,â you were slightly taken aback at his action, letting your head fall back, while still lowering your gaze down to where his hooded lids and pink tongue sat in between your thighs.
He reveled in the feeling of being between your thighs, letting his tongue play around the center of your panties for a few strokes before the twitching in your legs signaled that you had had enough of his teasing.Â
Taking a blissful moment to hook his finger through the crotch piece of your underwear and pull it to the side to reveal your slick center, he simply couldnât help himself. He pulled back and drank the sight of you in, panties wet with your arousal and his spit pulled to the side and your perfect cunt finally in his sights.Â
The groan he let out only tripled your level of neediness for him. You let your chest puff up and hips gyrate forward at nothing to signal that you needed him, like, now.
Before you could even think of something snarky to say to get him to get on with it, his entire face was fully buried in you. An involuntary ahhh escaped you as he let his entire tongue press as far into you as space would allow.Â
âOhmygod,â all coming out in one breath, âfuckeddie.âÂ
He groaned deeply into you at the feeling of your pussy on his mouth, your taste, how your hips twitched slightly when his nose pressed against your clit. He didnât even think about all those drunken chats with the boys or stupid cosmo articles he couldn't help but read, eating your pussy didnât require any thought, he could only feel.Â
Your sighs were like a song to him, every sharp inhale and subtle whimper, he caught it all and it was the most beautiful music. He let his tongue swirl faster when he heard your breath hitch, gripped your thigh tighter when you let out that beautiful exhale.Â
âSo fucking good for me,â he mumbled into your inner thigh in between licks, fully pussy drunk and ready to stay here forever, âfucking perfect.â
After some selfish exploration, he settled on a steady rhythm against your clit, making your back arch and whines jump an octave.Â
âEddie, Eddie,â you groaned, feeling embarrassed how needy your voice already sounded, âcan you use your fingers too, please.â Desperate. Thatâs how you felt, and you couldn't help but be self conscious for any more than a moment, as he immediately headed your request.Â
Guitar fingers. You fucking knew it. You always found him attractive and charming, but immediately scolded yourself the moment you started speculating about those damn fingers. If he could learn Metallica solos in private, what else could he do?
Curling upwards in that magically delicious motion that had you already seeing stars, he glanced up at you upon entering and was met with the glorious sight of your mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.Â
You simply couldnât be bothered by the rickety van floor beneath you, the sad lumpy pillow propped under your head, or the stagnant, vaguely cigarette scented air around you. Nope. No thoughts other than the tightening knot in your stomach and how those pretty brown eyes peered up through too-perfect lashes at you in between sinful strokes.Â
âMaking me feel so fucking good,â you hardly recognized your voice as your own, âplease donât stop, Eddie, pleaseâŚâ
And there it was, euphoric bliss found in the back of a pot dealing metalheadâs van. Your thighs quivered and your brain lost all capacity for thought. All you could feel was the sudden wash of pleasure, the pulsing between your legs, and the tongue and fingers fucking into you as if it was the last thing he ever did.Â
Writhing, trying to keep your moans down despite his verbalized promise for them to be heard far and wide, you try to control the jerk of your hips and grip on his hair. You rode out your orgasm, far sooner than you would have liked. You wanted to revel in it.Â
After months of relentless flirting and suppressing your attraction to him, you wish you could have held your orgasm off a while longer. You simply couldn't allow yourself to bask in the velvet of his tongue or the tickle of his bangs on your thighs. You needed it too badly to hold off.Â
Coming down from your orgasm, a broken moan cracked from you and let him know to slow his roll. In between catching your breath you catch a view of him sucking your release off of his slick fingers, and almost throw yourself at him, beg him to jump your bones. But all you can do is let out a breathy laugh and find the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.Â
âYou come?â he asks, slight snark to his voice.
You muster up the energy to bop him upside the head and ruffle his hair along the way. âFuck off,â you respond, still breathless, âyou know I did.â
âI know,â he cocks his head, still admiring your form, your flushed face and rise and fall of every breath, âItâs polite to ask, though.â
âAh yes, Eddie Munson, most polite man I know,â you flop back onto the mismatched pillows.
âHey!â he pretends to sound offended but only manages to tug at your heartstrings, âIâll have you know, that I am a delight.âÂ
âCanât argue with that,â you reach down to feel your dripping folds before hunching forward to search for your underwear, which haven't traveled too far from his knees on the van floor. Â
You wanted to return the favor, do more than return the favor, but something about his shift in demeanor and the way he angled his body away from yours slightly to adjust his hard cock in his pants and keep up the too-casual post-orgasm conversation had you thinking it was more than him being too polite to accept your advances.Â
âShit, what time is it,â he begins to shuffle towards the front of the van to check the time while you awkwardly gathered your clothes and redressed, fully assessing that whatever fooling around in the back of this van you were doing was officially over.Â
âI, uh, have a few errands to run,â he sounded apologetic, not like he was making some excuse to get you out of his hair, âI can drop you off, or you can come along for the rideâŚâ
There is was, your affirmation that he was just as desperate to hang onto this moment together as you were.Â
âI actually have a shift starting pretty soon,â you regrettably admit, âand as much as Iâd love to ditch it and be your passenger princess, the Saturday tips are usually the bulk of my rent money soâŚâÂ
He understood, he hated how much he understood.Â
âWhat time do you get off?â He didnât even try to hide how eager he was to see you again, again in ten minutes, again later tonight, again tomorrow, again as many times as youâd let him.Â
âGet off? Pretty sure I did that like three minutes agoâŚâ you joke and appreciate his huff of a laugh, âUm, Iâm closing, so probably not until like two or three. Donât worry though, I can give you my number and we can do this again when weâre both free.â
âIâm free later⌠at two,â his expression was dead serious, âor three, or four, or whenever.â He noticed your brows shoot up and words start to form in your mouth, before you could speak he cuts in, âIf you wonât be too tired or anything. I can pick you up?â
âItâll be pretty late Eds,â you were falling into the trap of his puppy dog eyes, âyou donât need to wait up for me like that, I promise we can see each other again, tomorrow evenâŚâ
âTell me to fuck off if Iâm being pushy,â he took your hand in his and mindlessly stroked circles into it with his thumb, âbut Iâm sort of a night owl, not big on the whole sleeping thing anyways, and Iâd love to pick you up from work later.â
âOkay,â you agree, the soft earnestness of his voice snared you, and considered the magic he had just worked between your legs, who were you to say no. The glimmer in his eye and quirked smile at your response had you wishing you had said more than âokay,â wondering what kind of look you would have gotten from a âyes, please,â or âIâd love that.â
He drove you back to his trailer, not letting go of your hand during the ride, not even to turn up the music at his favorite parts. He offers to follow you back to your place, insisting that waiting for you to shower and change into work clothes and then drop you off at the Hideout was âon the wayâ to these supposed errands he had to run.Â
You roll your eyes but start to accept that this is the kind of guy Eddie is, insincerity undetectable when he makes these offers. You invite him in, but he opts to wait outside with a cigarette, pacing a bit and then forcing his legs and mind to still by waiting in the drivers seat.Â
âHey hot stuff,â he wolf whistles as you exit your apartment, dressed in your usual black shirt and jeans for work, apron balled up in your bag to put on once you arrive.Â
Heâs sweet, and sincere. As much as you liked the jab banter between the two of you at the bar, you think you might prefer his sarcastic jokes mixed with sweet compliments and longing gazes more. Not that you werenât getting that from him at the bar before, there were plenty of longing gazes there too, but now the shared glances are heavy with the knowledge of what his tongue feels like on your cunt.Â
A sloppy, exaggerated kiss on the cheek and a âgo get âem tigerâ sends you off into the bar, where your hands will be pouring cheap liquor for the next several hours but your mind will be solely occupied with what your post-work date with Eddie entails.Â
The drink special of the night was a mix of anxious anticipation and lustful yearning, shaken too aggressively and served with sunsteady hands. Luckily the Saturday rush kept you mostly focused on vodka sodas and Guinness pours, wiping down sticky surfaces and making change for impatient customers.Â
You had assistance behind the bar, and that also meant assistance closing up, finally allowing yourself to start peeking through the window to see if Eddie held up on his promise. Of course he had. Heâd been waiting in the lot, scoring a few sales from exiting patrons who knew him previous deals, since long before the bar closed.Â
You wipe your sweaty palms onto your apron and ball it up into your bag before bounding across the parking lot towards Eddie, who always seems to have this effortless charisma buzzing around him, a cigarette dangled from his pretty lower lip and posture just slouched enough to still be sexy. Maybe you were biased at this point.Â
He pulls you in by your waist, angling his chin up to blow the smoke up into the sky rather in your direction.Â
âHow was work?â Your cheeks were already starting to grow hot at the feeling of his pinky finger landing on the strip of skin between your shirt and jeans, âMiss me?â
âBartendingâs a lot easier when I donât have your nosy ass pestering me for free drinks,â you cock your head at him, silently asking for a drag of his cigarette, which he immediately understands and complies, âwasnât too bad though, happy itâs over,â you exhale.Â
âIf youâe hungry thereâs some fries and a milkshake by the passengerâs seat,â he let you slip from his grasp to spin around towards the van door.
âFor me?â you peek through the window, realizing he didnât just mean extras from his dinner earlier, he had gone out of his way to pick you up a post-work snack.
âUnless you arenât hungry,â he moves to hop in the drivers side, âIn which case you can practice tossing fries into my open mouth while I drive.â
You let a few fries fly across the car seat in his general direction, feeding him the occasional one directly, but inhaling most of them shortly after you peeled out of the parking lot.Â
âDâyou want me to bring you home, orâŚâ you knew where he was headed with this, a nervous edge to his voice.Â
âWe can hang out back at your trailer if thatâs okay,â you say mid-fry, âas long as I can take a quick shower I donât mind chilling there.â
He grins like a giddy schoolgirl and grips the steering wheel just a touch tighter, and drives just a bit faster back to the trailer park. As anxious as you felt during your shift, you canât be bothered to overthink with Eddie leaning towards you with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, making googly eyes at the shake you were downing as his way of asking you for a sip.Â
He put the van into park before the wheels had even come to a complete stop, hustling around the front to make sure he was the one to open your door. He had spent some of the time you were away straightening up his trailer for the first time in a good long while. Empty beer cans were cleared and he even changed the bed sheets. It still wasnât the Ritz or anything, but at least he can say he tried.
He tried to busy himself with locking the door behind you after entering, not wanting to see if your eyes drifted over to the mess of records and smoking pariphenelia that cluttered the coffee table, or the chance that the mixture of heavy metal and nerdy posters strewn about would draw a judgmental reaction.Â
When he let his gaze drift back to you, you werenât looking at any of that. You were looking right back at him, already leaning up on your toes and asking, âCan I kiss you again?âÂ
A mumbled âof courseâ had you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his touch, finding his lips already on yours before you could go in for the kill.Â
The kiss started off French-fry-and-strawberry-shake flavored, smiling into his lips as the anticipation of seeing him again after only a few short hours slips away.Â
âThankâs for spending so much time with me today,â you whisper in between sticky sweet kisses, âand for the fries and-â
He took your cheeks in his hands and smushed your lips into his mid-sentence, pulling back to see the puckered fish face he held between his hands.Â
âYouâre welcome,â his big button eyes bore straight through you, as if he saw all of you and more, âbut you donât have to thank me, I like being with you, and I ended up eating most of the fries anyways,â he trails off, cheeks rosy and lips slick from your claim on them.
âYou wanted to shower?â He cuts himself off, and feels stupid for it. He knew he could keep kissing you and kissing you and kissing you, and the only thing holding him back was his anxious brain and big mouth.Â
âOh, yeah,â you were a little surprised that he remembered, and chose to bring it up now, âif you donât mind. I always feel a little sticky after work, you know, with the Hideoutâs C health rating and all.â
With a smile that nearly knocked the air out of you, he took a deep bow like some silly court jester and motioned down the trailerâs only hallway. You took your lead and followed his outstretched arm, figuring there were only so may doors that could possibly lead to a bathroom.Â
âOh, shit, wait,â you hear him scramble behind you, shuffling past into the door you assume to he his bedroom, emerging milliseconds later with a crumpled towel in his balled up hand, âyouâre gonna want this.â
âThank you,â youâre slow with your movements, wondering how he was acting so squirrelly, like a middle school boy around the girl he wanted to take to the dance, even though he had you fully spread out begging for him in the back of his van only hours earlier, âis the shower big enough for two?â
You meant it equally suggestive and genuine, knowing full well that not all showers are built for partner bathing. However, the fear stricken look that washed across his face for a millisecond before scrunching up and setting to neutral had you thinking you had just asked if there was a built in hot tub or something like that. His mouth hung open and for a moment that conversation you werenât supposed to hear replayed in your mind, maybe you had to take this slower than he was willing to let on.Â
âJust looking for someone to massage my scalp, thatâs all,â you try to jokingly play it off, keeping your invitation open but concealing it with a joke to double back on just in case.
âYeah, itâs- uhhh,â Eddie, who was always quick with a comeback was suddenly lost for words, âItâs the size of a normal shower, yeah.â Itâs not like he could lie, all you had to do was turn around and size it up for yourself.Â
You take the towel from his white knuckled grip and pivoted towards the door that was close to having burn holes from where his laser focused eyes were shot. You give him a wink over your shoulder, figuring that was enough of an invitation and vague enough of an excuse for him to leave depending on what he wanted. You hated this line you were towing, knowing more than you should- yet still feeling so in the dark.Â
He was right, it was a normal sized shower. A bathtub with a sliding door and a detachable shower head with only one working setting. There was a rack with three-in-one and a bar of dove soap, which should have annoyed you but made you giggle instead. You let a quarter sized drop of the generic body wash slash shampoo slash conditioner lather into your hands when you heard the bathroom door creek open, purposefully left unlocked.Â
âHey, is it okay Iâm in here?â He sounded so genuine in his concern, unknowing you were on the verge of begging him to get in the shower with you.Â
âYeah,â you borderline shout over the running water, âhere to help massage my scalp?â You let your tone stay light and joking despite being deadly serious.Â
âWow I didnât realize your hands were really that delicate and incapable,â he tried to match your energy, but an anxious edge remained present.Â
âI mean,â you searched for your words, âIâve seen you play Metallica, I know those fingers could surely get this pine scented crap deep into my roots.â You let the suggestive comment linger, nervous after a beat of silence passed.Â
âIf you really need my help,â you heard him shuffling around , âwho am I to turn a damsel in distress away?â
You felt your cheeks get rosy and shoulders wiggle with excitement as you caught the shower door jerk open. Your face was towards the shower head, and you only turned a quarter of the way around before Eddie stepped in behind you and those guitar-string-calloused-hands gripped your shoulders and twisted you back towards your view of the water stream.Â
âIâm gonna make you a deal,â his voice was coated with as much charisma as he could muster, his worries only poking through enough for you to notice, âIâll give you the full treatment, but you canât turn around.â
You were willing to play along with about any game he suggested. If he asked you to bend over backwards youâd extend your spine as far as it could go.Â
You stood with your front as straight towards the shower head as you could, only feeling his presence behind you and his gentle hands lay on your shoulders to assure you wouldnât turn around.Â
âJust let me take care of you,â he edged closer, letting you feel his naked body enter your space, his face craning over your shoulder to gauge your reaction, âJust stay like this and let me feel you.â
It was less of a question and more of a plea, the only thing more pathetic sounding was the whimper that slipped out of you when you felt his body press against your back, warm and hesitant to press all the way into you, but close enough for you to feel his skin.Â
âOkay,â you let your head lull back onto the space between his collar bone and shoulder, keeping your eyes closed, not that you could see anything from this angle anyways, âIâll stay just like this, promise.â
âI just-â you could hear his walls come up, suddenly trying to find the words to explain himself to you, âIâm not-â
âEddie,â you whisper, eyes fluttering open to glance up at him as much as you could, âitâs okay. Iâll stay just like this, Iâm just happy to be here with you.â
You gently found his hands resting at your hips and guided them up to your soapy scalp, âWe both know the real reason I called you in here anyways,â you joked, and angled your head straight forward so he could run the pads of his fingers all through your 3-in-1 coated hair.
He let out a light chuckle at your joke, nearly feeling it catch in his throat as all the passed time of insecurity and locking his feelings away welled up and shattered with the intimacy of washing your hair. What did he do to deserve having you like this? For you to understand and want him to stay anyways?Â
As much as his emotions clouded his vision and stunted his breathing, the rush of blood in between his legs broke his internal monologue. As overwhelmed as his mind was, his body couldnât be convinced to focus on anything other than the sudsy girl pressed up against him, letting out little noises of satisfaction as he let his fingers absentmindedly massage away.Â
âThisâs nice,â you lean back into him a bit, âitâs like masturbating, you know? Always feels better when someone else does it for you.â You didnât feel too guilty about the sexually charged comment, considering the fat rod that was pushing into your lower back.Â
He let out a short chuckle, but his breathing was rapidly turning heavy as the air clouded with steam and your wet body rubbed against him, fully arching into his erection as if you wanted to get a better feel.Â
âCan I wash the rest of you?â his request is polite, but his voice is lust filled and bordering on begging.Â
You hum in agreement and lift your arms to let him slip his hands around you, one crossing your chest and the other reaching around to get more gel, âIt technically is shampoo and body wash, and I was promised the full treatment here.âÂ
As much as you wanted to keep joking with him, finding silly things to comment on to break the tension, your resolve was quickly going down the drain as his big hands lathered you up.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â his voice is just audible over the rushing of the shower water, âIâve always thought so, but now I fucking know it.âÂ
His warm breath against your ear manages to cut through the heat of the steam, making you shiver despite it all. âEddie,â you whine, his hands running up and down your torso, spending more time on your chest than the rest, but surely showering you in as much attention as his hands could reach.
Knowing that tone from earlier, already committing to knowing your body as intimately as youâll allow him to, he immediately gives in and touches you exactly where you want him most.Â
Most of the bubbles had dissipated, and he held you close to him, with one hand splayed across the center of your chest and the other dipping down to run two fingers through your now parting legs.Â
He could feel the slick of your folds, standing out from the water cascading down your body, so warm and wet in a different way.Â
âFucking hell,â he groans out, letting his hips roll forwards slightly to find some friction against your backside, sliding his fingers from your hole up to your clit a few experimental times before letting his middle and ring fingers dip into you.Â
When he had gone to town on you earlier in his van, which somehow felt like a million light years ago, you had taken a keen interest to the way his metal rings brushed up against your inner thighs and lower lips when he slipped his digits into you. As much as you had reveled in that new sensation, he had taken all his jewelry off along with the rest of his clothes and reservations before joining you in the shower. And now you could grind down onto his hand until he was completely buried to the hilt of his knuckles, no demon heads or upside down crosses in your way.
You wanted to wiggle and writhe around, feeling a bit week in the knees and desperate to buck your hips down against his pumping fingers. He pressed your chest tighter against him, lips pressed up against your ear, âI thought you promised to be good and stay still for me.â
He could feel your pussy clench at that, letting out a satisfied chuckle and plunging his fingers right back into your cunt, letting the meat of his palm massage your clit in perfect time.Â
âSâ this what you wanted,â his voice had the full bodied confidence of a man who didnât just ask you to not turnaround to see him without a shirt on, âfor me to be all sweet and wash your hair, then make you cum on my fingers like the dirty girl I know you are?âÂ
The smallest fraction of you wanted to be a brat and joke back at his silly use of shower innuendo, but your mind was almost entirely committed to the feeling of his hands on you and his dick rutting Into the meat of your ass.
âEddie,â you could barely squeak his name out, âEddie, can I touch you too, please? Please?â While his voice had been pleading before, you were literally begging to get your hands on him.Â
âLike this,â you manage to open your eyes, head still resting against his shoulder and your hand snaking back to where his cock pressed into you, not fully grabbing it but motioning towards it with your hand.Â
He snatches your wrist up with the hand not occupied with your tightening pussy, and for a second you fear that you had crossed a boundary.Â
As much as you were willing to comply with not looking, you were bursting at the seams to touch him, make him feel good, show him how much you wanted to be right here with him and nowhere else.Â
Before your mind could race any further, come to a screeching halt and apologize, he guides your hand up underneath your chin and demands âSpit.â
Your short circuiting brain dashes from his fingers, remaining crooked inside of you, his request, and the tone of voice he used to ask. You were fucked. Drool leaks from your lips before you even have the chance to process his words other than the immediate feeling of oh fuck yes.Â
He brings your spit coated hand back to reach around, allowing you to wiggle it in between your wet bodies and find his eager cock already arching into your touch.Â
He only faltered for a moment, the consistent dizzying pace of his fingers inside you stuttered the moment he felt your slick palm take an experimental stroke. The moan he let out was involuntary, along with a breathy âOh, shit.â
Obviously you couldnât size him up visually, but the weight of him in your palm was enough to have your mouth watering and thighs squeezing his wrist a bit tighter. Uncut? Maybe? With a pretty patch of curls to match his mop top?Â
âJust like that, please,â you whine out into the steamy air, the two of you finding a joint rhythm between your hands and subtly rolling hips.Â
âYour pussy feels so fucking good, so warm and tight for me,â every other word slurred into the curve of your neck.Â
âYouâre gonna make me cum,â you try and match his increasing speed with your hand, âEddie, please donât stop, Iâm-â
âShhhh,â he was getting lost in it too, âIâve got you.â
Your legs turn to jelly, but he keeps you steadily upright with his support on your chest, focusing entirely on you despite the welling orgasm of his own rapidly approaching.Â
Itâs the crack in your voice that pushes him forward, the high pitched breathy moans crumbling and releasing the noises of pleasure from deep within your chest. His name mixed in with ahhhs and uhhhs as if his name is the only word you know in this moment.Â
âThatâs right,â a sense of confidence welled in him as your limp body twitched against his and your cunt squeezed his relentless fingers, âcum all over my hand, doing so good for me.â
Despite your orgasm wracking your brain and body succumbing completely to whatever Eddie was willing to give you, the thought of collapsing into the shower floor never crossed your mind. He held you so close and steady against his chest, it crosses your mind that you may not be putting any weight onto your feet at all by this point.Â
Rather than catch your breath as you come down from your quaking orgasm, you slip deeper into the throws of pleasure, biting your lip and craning your neck backwards so he can see the fucked out expression on your face. A few more steady, enthusiastic pumps mixed with a desperate kiss, wet and at an awkward angle, breathless and needy, perfect and dizzying, sends Eddie over the edge with you.
The deep rumble of his chest against your back as he groans into your open mouth, encourages you to keep your pace as he gently fucks himself into your hand. Heâs spilling into your hand and halting his wiggling fingers buried inside you, letting the momentum that the two of you had built up come to a pulsing end.Â
The two of you stay tangled in each other for a moment, hands sticky and brows dewy with sweat despite the running water, which had long lost its heat and now settled at a less than comfortable lukewarm. Neither one of you wanted to move. Eddie would have stayed there until his legs cramped and the shower turned ice cold.Â
His eyes were screwed shut, head tilted back, still holding you close until you wiggled from his iron grip to bring your cum covered fingers up to your lips to suck two of them clean.Â
âJesus Christ,â he was thankful that he had opened eyes in enough time to witness that, âYouâre gonna fuckinâ kill me, you know that?â
You let out a mischievous giggle with his cum coated fingers still in your mouth, glancing over your shoulder to catch the look on his face. Equal parts hungry to pick you up and fuck you against the shower wall right now, and melting down to nothing and slipping away down the drain, unable to even start comprehending what had just transpired between you two.Â
You let your fingers go with a pop and turn back around, âDonât act like you werenât going to do the same,â you let the chilling water hit your face, focusing on anything other than turning around and lunging at him, wrapping your body around his and letting your skin melt into his.Â
He gives into temptation and lets his pruny fingers meet his tongue. He knew what you tasted like from your escapade in his van eaierler, but heâd seize any change he got to take in as much of you as he could.Â
âThat was,â he started, unsure how to sum how he felt, good, great, perfect, none of those words felt correct, âfuck, yeah- that,â
âMe too,â you press your back into his again, âThank you Eddie.â
Before he can stumble over his words any more, you ask if heâs okay for you to shut the water off, and you ask if heâd be willing to spare some sleep clothes for you to borrow. You curiously stay in the shower while he takes your excuse for him to leave unseen.Â
After toweling off and slipping into the old t-shirt and boxers he left folded up on the counter for you, you found him already dressed and in bed, set criss cross and packing a bong.Â
âPost-shower-orgasm smoke, cuddle, then sleep?â
âIâd love nothing more,â you get cozy among the pillows and let the swirling smoke and easy conversation lull you into a comforting half sleep.Â
An easy energy settled between the two of you, a silent understanding that you werenât going to ask him questions, and a building comfort that made him almost ready to show you.Â
You slept tucked into his side, and didnât even mind his snoring or tossing in the night. Every time he rolled over, your sleeping form just found a new way to mold into him. It was the best he had slept in months.Â
A steady stream of sunlight blazing directly through the blinds and into your eyes pulled you from your slumber, gorging your groggy eyes to open and crunched up limbs to search for room to stretch. The involuntary fluttering of your eyes and long extension of your libs was far beyond your control.Â
âOh!â You whisper out to yourself once your brain manages to catch up with your waking body, realizing the somewhat compromising position the night had thrown you into, your leg hiked up and clinging to Eddieâs waist, with both your arms scrunching up his t-shirt and leaving a strip of stomach exposed.Â
A negligible, unnoticeable few inches between where his sweatpants hung low on his hips and where your gripping arms had balled up his hole-ridden t-shirt stood before your gaze.Â
You didnât mean to stare, and the moment you caught yourself doing so, you quickly and quietly removed your tangled limbs from his and repositioned yourself so that he was half spooning you, eyes facing far away from his unintentionally exposed scar tissue.Â
You knew it was probably going to be worse than you were expecting. You hadnât dedicated much thought to what it could be, or what maybe had happened. You just knew it made him feel like he wasnât worth your time, and you needed to make him feel seen and safe enough to know that that couldnât be true.Â
Everyone has insecurities, sure. There are surely parts of yourself you werenât eager to share with the world, let alone someone youâre romantically interested in. You had moved past being astonished that someone who wore gaudy costume jewelry and sang boisterous music for a bar of twelve patrons with the energy of someone who had sold out Madison Square Garden would ever shrink into their shell the way you had seen Eddie. Now, laying in his bed and knowing that whatever it was, the scars were more than what was on his skin.
âMfffmmm,â he groans and shifts behind you, wiggling beneath the sheets and snaking his arms to wrap around your waist and pull you close into him, âThis is nice.â
His morning voice was scratchy and barely above a whisper.Â
âI think you just like that my butt is all pressed up on you,â you joke, dodging admiring that youâd rather be here than anywhere in the world in this moment.Â
âYeah, Iâm not complaining,â he digs his nose into the side of your neck, âBut you smell nice too, âs nice to wake up to.â
âThat 3-in-1âs really doing it for ya?â
âNo, you do smell like that a little, but more just like yourself. Girl smell.â
âIâll get started on that perfume line right away. Girl Smell. Might be a million dollar business venture.â
âI just woke up,â the sleep in his voice melted away and his hands running up and down your sides were more deliberate, âDonât make fun of me. Plus Iâve got a pretty girl in my bed making me all nervous.â
âAnyone with magic fingers like you has nothing to be worried about,â you keep the conversation playful but allow the unspoken truth, that he truly has nothing to worry about with you, be spoken.
âYou just like âem cuz I washed your hair so well,â he plays with a strand, letting his finger pads dig into your scalp and scratch away, massaging a bit harder after you let out a satisfied groan.
âYou must have lots of practice,â you reach an arm back blindly and half smack the side of his shoulder before finding his messy bedhead, staying resolutely facing the poster-covered wall.Â
âYouâve got really pretty hair for a boy,â you let your finger wrap around a curl.Â
âFor a boy?! Excuse me, I have pretty hair period.â
âYeah, suppose thatâs trueâ you giggle at his joking defensiveness, âItâs incredible that itâs this nice considering you use the same thing to condition your hair as you do to wash your balls.â
âIf you show me what kind of shower products you like Iâll replace the three in one,â he nuzzles his face into the hand playing with your hair, âbut maybe the three in one is whatâs keeping it so luscious.â
âI wanna wash your hair next time,â you say absentmindedly, meaning it wholeheartedly, with little anxiety after that you had implied a next time.Â
âYeah maybe next time,â his voice trailed off, still soft and flirty but edging on a tone that let you know this conversation was just about over.Â
âEddie,â it came out as hardly more than a whisper. You wait for him to respond but the gravity of the silence between you quickly became unbearable and you needed to break whatever tension this was.Â
âI meant it yesterday when I said I wanted to go on more dates with you. You know that right?â
âMhmmâ he mumbles into your shoulder, still holding you against him.
âWe have a lot of fun at the bar and stuff,â you search to find your words, âBut I want you to know that I donât just like you cuz you make me laugh and have magic guitar fingers. I like pretty much everything about you so far, and I want to know you more if youâll let me.â
Your voice wavers, and your message is perhaps more vague than you would have liked, but the deep exhale he lets out conveys that he hears you loud and clear.Â
âI know Iâve beenâŚâ he starts, âItâs just that IâŚâ
âItâs okay Eddie,â you flip around, rolling so that your chests are pressed together and noses are almost touching, âI donât want to push it. You can tell me when youâre ready, I just want you to know that I like you a whole lot and I donât think thereâs much that could change that right now.â
His eyelashes flutter shut, forehead touching yours, âThank you.âÂ
âUnless you have a huge chest tattoo of something wildly offensive, or like a tramp stamp that says âI heart Ronald Regan.â He appreciates your natural ability to make him laugh even in situations like this.Â
âNah,â he pulls back and gives you a serious look, âFuck Ronald Regan.âÂ
The two of you burst into a fit of giggles, rolling deeper into the sheets and settling into a comfortable cuddle again, with your head on his chest, face angled up to his and legs all tangled up.
Coming down from the beginnings of the conversation that had been lingering above both of your heads, you place a few reassuring kisses up his jaw and find your way up to his parted lips.Â
âMmmm,â he hums into the deepening kiss to signal you to stop, âI probably have mega morning breath,â he huffs into a cupped hand which makes you laugh and flop your head back into his chest.
âItâs okay, if you do then I do too and didnât notice,â you peek back up at him, âBut if you want to brush teeth and get your day started I wonât stop you.â
âNo, no,â he grabs your cheeks and pulls you back up for a smushed kiss, âI wanna stay here all day with you, if youâll let me. Our second date, we can order a pizza and watch movies here, wonât even have to put pants on.â
âThat sounds really nice, I donât have work today so Iâm all yours.â
âAll mine,â his grin reaches the apples of his cheeks, âI will go brush my teeth though, cuz I think this second date involves a lot of kissing.â
âGot a spare I could use?â you shuffle out of bed before situating yourself on the edge of the bed, âOr do you brush with three in one too?â
âOh my god,â he chuckles, âyou with the three in one. After today I promise there will be three separate shower products stocked and ready for your use.â
He manages to find a spare toothbrush in the closet and keeps you wrapped in his arms while both of you take turns spitting into the sink. Looking at the two of you, eyes still crusty from sleep, in the scratched up bathroom mirror, a weird sense of domesticity washes over the two of you.Â
Eddie realizes that less than 48 hours ago he was too nervous to make a move to kiss you, and now he was already thinking about making room for your toiletries in his bathroom.Â
As comforting and easy it was to do normal everyday things with you at his side, he couldnât help but notice your nipples poking through his oversized t-shirt you slept in and the way your toothpaste full mouth was framed by your perfect, spit slicked lips.Â
âYou got a spit kink or something?â You half joke, pressing your ass into the growing rod you could feel nudging against your side.
âSue me,â he spits and wipes the corners of his mouth, pulling you by the waist into a minty kiss. âBed? All day?â
âMhmm,â you agree and lean in to kiss him again, standing on your toes and letting out a shriek of surprise when he scoops you up bridal style and travels the short distance to his bedroom.Â
âEddie!â You yelp out as he gently tosses you back into the pile of sheets.Â
âI know Iâm no Hulk Hogan, but moving guitar amps is pretty good strength and conditioning.â
âShut up, you never help your friends carry the equipment.â You think of all the times you watched his poor bandmates lug their equipment after a show while he seamlessly flirted with you.Â
âNot when youâre around, youâve got me there.â
As promised the two of you laze around all morning, bowls of cereal in bed and a bowl of weed to accompany it, switching between fits of giggles and tangled in the sheets while a B horror movie plays on the little TV set propped up near the end of Eddieâs bed.Â
He tells you about how he used to live with his Uncle in a trailer down the street until he saved up enough to start renting his own, the three attempts to finish high school and the relief when the local mechanic shop hired him despite his reputation around town as a satan worshiper. He talks a bit about his friends, some whoâve stayed in town and others whoâve long moved away.Â
You listen attently, taking in every spared detail. In return he asks you about where youâre from, why the hell you had moved to a bumfuck town in Indiana to be a bartender. He assures you that you wouldnât have liked him if you had known each other in high school and you laugh and tell him you were far from popular yourself.Â
After inhaling a large pizza and running out of VHS tapes you demand a âpost pizza bloated cuddleâ to which he happily obliges.
âWish we could do this every day,â he pulls you into him.
âThen weâd need a much bigger movie selection, and maybe body doubles to go do our jobs,â you donât disagree, although lazy and uneventful the day felt perfect.Â
âDonât wanna go to work tomorrow,â he whines, holding you a little tighter.
âMe either, but we canât be in this lazy cuddle bubble forever,â his hands came up to massage and scratch your scalp, which he now knew you loved, âbut next time weâre both free maybe we can have that third date.â
âIf I remember correctly, date three is when I finally get to kiss you,â he jokingly smooches behind your ear and down your neck.Â
âOnly if you behave,â you reply sarcastically, âyouâve been such a gentleman lately, but youâve been pushing it mister.âÂ
âIâve never been accused of being a gentleman before,â his voice trails off as he buries his nose into your neck, âWill you let me be a gentleman now, make you feel good?â His tone was suddenly dripping with lust, sending a rush of arousal through your already so-relaxed body.Â
âMhmm,â you agree and let your body mold back into his a bit more, pressing yourself against him and letting his hands start to wander.
You arch your neck around from your spooning position and search for his lips, your kiss starting out gentle but not staying that way for very long.Â
âYouâre just somethinâ else,â he breathes out in between heated kisses, his eyes big and round, earnest, making your heart swell.
âCan I make you feel good too?â you roll your hips into his erection, your breath catching in your throat when you feel it pulsing under his boxers and pressing into the space between your legs.Â
You flip around to straddle him, not hiding your intention to grind yourself down onto his covered cock, moans from both of you interrupting the hungry exchange of tongues and lips.
A shaky breath grabs your attention and he finds the air to exhale out, âCan I fuck you?â
You bring your hands to his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss, continuing to rock your hips against him, giving him words as well you mumble a âFuck yes, please, please Eddie.â
He finds the hem of your shirt and slips it over your shoulders, the momentary break in kissing makes you whine. He immediately makes it up to you by paying delightful attention to your exposed chest, leaving sloppy wet kisses on every inch of skin he had access to, âfuckâs and âso perfectâ breaking them up.Â
You instinctively reach down in between the two of you to take his hard cock into your hand, still pressing your core against it, but taking the rest into your hand to stroke him over his boxers, the choked out moan that escapes him is the prettiest sound youâve ever heard.
Youâre losing yourself in the feeling of his weight in your palm, sitting up to see his gorgeous fucked out expression, pinched eyebrows and flushed cheeks.
He swore heâd died and gone to heaven, despite all his sins, with you above him, lip tucked in between your grinning teeth as you rubbed up on him. Fuck, there was no going back after this.
You lean down to resume making out for a moment, missing the feeling of his nose pressed into the side of yours and his too-perfect eyelashes brushing the tops of your cheeks.Â
âWe can, um-â you catch your breath, hips stuttering as you find your words, âI can turn around. Or we can make a blindfold or something.âÂ
His heart swelled at the thought that amidst fucking yourself against his lap you still had the courtesy to think of his comfort, his obvious insecurity, the elephant in the room that he was so desperately trying to shoo away.Â
âI want you,â his voice strangely steady, âand Iâll let you have me, no stipulations.âÂ
You nod with a âPlease.â
âOnly because, I plan on fucking you every chance I get,â his tone makes you clench your thighs, âSo we might as well rip this bandaid off now, because if youâre going to be my girlfriend I donât want you worrying that Iâm hiding something from you.â
He flips you over so youâre now laying beneath him, eyes still glassy with lust and mind swirling with the words heâs just let out.
âIâm gonna take off my shirt now, and I donât want you to pretend like everything is fine, or that you donât notice anything, because thatâll be a thousand times worse, okay? I know itâs bad. It doesnât hurt or anything, but I know itâs not easy to look at.â
With that he pull this black t-shirt off by the back neck collar, and bares his soul to you. You can tell heâs examining your face for a reaction, very carefully managing your facial expressions for his benefit.Â
He was right, it wasnât easy to look at. Only because it made you wonder what horrible thing had happened to leave half of his torso, hip, thigh, and what you could only assume traveled onto his back as well, left entirely torn away and scarred.Â
âAnd-â he cut off your wandering eyes with his words, âDonât ask what happened. Iâll tell you eventually I just- We canât have that discussion if weâre about to have sex.âÂ
You nodded with understanding, you knew better than to ask.Â
You think that your snooping and seed of knowledge helped hide some of your shock, his comment about missing a nipple dampening your realization that he was telling the truth, the scar tissue running so deep that his entire pec was covered in a jagged pink , slightly mishapen scar tissue, and leaving his opposite nipple to stand alone on his chest.Â
The one thing that did leave you in a bit of shock was half of a tattoo on his hip that abruptly ended where the scar tissue started. Some sort of zombie head, the black ink lines all coming to a halt whenâre his skin had been injured.
You let a tentative hand come up, fearing heâll flinch away, but he doesnât. You touch his chest, feeling the textural difference as you let your palm run across his chest and down to his hip.Â
âYou know, I still think youâre super hot, right?â You try to assure him, but he only lets out a dry chuckle.Â
âI mean it,â you sit up a bit, pulling your hand from its exploration of his skin and bringing it to your own chest, using three fingers to cover your left nipple, âyouâd still like me, right?âÂ
The softness in his face almost made you jump up to wrap him into a hug, you wanted him to know that everything was okay and he was safe with you, whatever happened was in the past and he didnât have to worry. Although the moment was emotionally charged, neither of you could ignore the fact that you were both ravenously horny for each other.Â
âIâm sorry you felt like you had to hide this from me,â you pull his face down to yours, âbut Iâm glad you showed me, because Iâm so fucking ready for you to ruin me.â
He lurches forward and lets his body weight collapse down onto you, your legs widening to wrap around his hips, arm and legs locking him against you.Â
Feeling his bare chest pressed against yours, lips on your neck and hips rutting into your spread legs, has your head spinning.Â
âPlease Eddie,â you whine, âlet me feel you.â
Without missing a beat he shoves the waistband of his boxers down just enough to reach his thighs, hard dick springing free in the little space in between you, and he snatches your wrist and shoves it in between your bodies without unlatching his lips from your collar bone.Â
âOh fuck,â you couldnât see what you were grasping, just like in the shower, but you didnât dare push him off of you to catch a glimpse. He was all over you, hands tangled in your hair, groans and whimpers hardly making their way out in between the wet sloppy kisses he spread across your neck and chest.Â
He slips a hand down your body, gracing your ribcage with his fingertips, a stark contrast to how they suddenly part your lips and rub the pool of slick from your hole up to your clit.Â
âSo wet, this for me?â He quirks and eyebrow and sinks a digit into you, causing your mouth to open and hips to wiggle up to ask for more.
âYes âs for you,â you breathe out, wanting to give him some pushback, wipe the smug look off his face, but not finding an ounce of courage to do so. You just let your head lull back and eyelids flutter shut as he curls his fingers perfectly inside you. âAll for you.â
You use your free hand to push your underwear as far down your hips as this position will allow, not wanting to shift your focus from the feeling of him on your lips, his pulsing cock in your hand.Â
âNeed you,â you gasp out, partially at the feeling of his knuckle deep fingers buried inside of you, and equally the fucked out look on his face looming over yours, eyes blown wide and mouth parted on the verge of begging for more, âEddie, need you to fuck me, please.â
He sits up and removes his fingers from you, earning a wince and a whine. He helps crunch your legs up to remove your panties, leaving your legs raised and crossed over one of his shoulders. He takes a moment to kiss your ankle and tenderly run his hands down the length of your leg. He took the moment to take off his own boxers, leaving you both bare in front of each other for the first time.Â
âYouâve got a pretty cock,â you complement him earnestly, it was pretty. He gave you a halfhearted scoff and an eyeball in return. âNo Eds, I mean it. Itâs big too, good thing you got me ready with your fingers. That and Iâve been soaking wet for you for like 48 hours now, so it shouldnât be a problem,â you giggle. His shy smile tells you heâs willing to take the compliment.Â
You let your legs fall from their perch on his shoulder and fall to either side of his hips, opening yourself up to him. Heâs staring, mouth half agape. Itâs nothing he hasnât seen before, but to have you laid out like this before him, fully ready to give yourself over to him and wanting him wholly in return, how couldnât he stare.Â
You let your hand stroke up his cock, bringing his attention back to where the two of you nearly met. You angle him closer to you, youâre slowly pumping fist brushing against your own center. He snaps out of his trance and nudges your hand away, using his own grip to tap his thick cock against your opening.Â
Tap, tap tap. His head meets your slick folds, hips jerking slightly with every tap.
âDonât tease me Eds,â you push your hips forward and are only met with him rubbing his dick into the outside of your pussy, âwant you inside, need it so bad.â
He wantâs to be a bother and continue his teasing, watching your writhe and squirm, but he canât find it in him to deny you, so he presses the tip in and gauges your face for a reaction, only finding babbling bliss and pleas for more.Â
Heâs sinking into you at an agonizing pace, craning down from his kneeling position above you to frame your head with bent arms and his lips on yours as you moan into each otherâs mouths, him filling you more and more.Â
Your hands are in his hair, keeping your foreheads anchored together, breathing in tandem. He finally sinks all the way down and you can feel it in your lungs. You wrap your ankles around his back and squeeze him into you tighter, not wanting him to move just yet, wanting to just feel how deep he filled you up for the first time.Â
He lets out a shaky exhale and squeezes his eyes shut, âYou were fuckinâ made for me,â he punctuates this with a subtle roll forward of his hips, lips falling into yours as if they had nowhere else to go.Â
You let your legs fall back, unclasping his hips, and move your hands from his wild hair down to his thighs, pushing him to start fucking you.Â
âFeelâs so fucking good,â you whisper into his mouth, your hands hardly assisting him anymore as he pumps in and out of your slick cunt, almost knocking the air out of you each time.Â
He grabs your chin with the hand thatâs not propping himself up, âlook at me,â his pace doesnât falter and your mind nearly turns to mush, âyouâre mine now, yeah?â
âYes Eddie,â it comes out as a broken sob, your eyes barely able to focus on him with how close he was, âall yours, only yours.â Your mind had barely made the decision to say the words before they had escaped your lips, a dumbfounded truth serum setting over you in your cock drunk state.Â
You knew it to be true though, there was no going back after this, and you were willing to give yourself over fully, and accept anything he would give you.Â
âAhh, fuckâ you let out after a particularly harsh thrust, fists now dripping the sheets beneath you.Â
âSo fucking good for me,â his hands now found purchase on your hips, setting a rhythm between you that only a musician could.Â
Through glassy eyes you admire him. Curly bangs stuck to his forehead, frantically thrusting torso making his tattoos look like stop motion cartoons, and through it all the scars are hardly noticeable. If anything, theyâre just another part of him, the person between your legs that you found incredibly sexy, insecurities and all.Â
His perfect hands slid from your hips to your shoulders, now using the weight of your torso as leverage to fuck into you harder. His eyes bore into yours, searching for eye contact and finding your reassuring gaze that told him this was everything you wanted and more.Â
âYes, yes, oh fuck,â you babble out. His little grunts and whimpers send volts of electricity to your core and fog your mind with lust and desire.
He moves a hand down to meet your center, palm splaying across your abdomen and keeping you pinned to the bed, thumb methodically catching your clit with each thrust. He didnât have to ask if it felt good, the rolling back of your eyes and mouth so wide he could see your molars were enough of an indication that he was headed in the right direction.
âMhmmmm,â you could hardly form words, but smiled up through your fucked out gaze at him, wide beam and lust fulled eyes telling him that he couldnât possibly be making you feel any better than you do right now.Â
He leans back a bit, balancing himself on his thighs keeping his pace, thumb on your clit and eyes locked into yours. Through a groan he brings his unoccupied hand up to his face, biting down on the knuckle of his pointer finger, trying not to blow his load at the feeling of you squeezing around him.Â
Of course, this only made him look hotter to you, and thus you flexed around his cock even tighter.Â
Unexpectedly, he pulls out of you completely and before you can muster up the breath to complain, heâs dipped his lapping tongue against you. He fully buries himself into your cunt, cutting off the rhythm, of his cock with the somehow perfectly timed pulsing of his hungry tongue.Â
You canât help but cry out, arch your hips, and send a hand flying to his hair to ground yourself. Through frantic panting and wet slurping sounds you think you can make out a âjust had to taste you.â
Completely breathless, you can hardly conjure a response before heâs plunging into you again, fucking into you deeply and capturing your parted lips into a passionate kiss.
Something takes over you, and youâre suddenly wrapping your legs around his hips and using some found momentum to flip the two of your over. Suddenly, youâre on top of him, his curls splayed around his pretty face and body laid flat beneath you.Â
Before you had a moment to question yourself, you anchor your hands onto his shoulders and try your best to pick up the pace he had set earlier. Hips rolling and wet slapping sounds coming from between you.Â
âJesus- fuck,â he stuttered in his movements, unsure if he wanted his hands on your face or your tits or your hips or⌠they landed on your ass and he wouldnât argue with his first instincts.Â
âEddie, Iâve wanted you like this for so long,â your words were breathy and mixed with lustful gasps, âalways wanted to have you like this.â
âWe could have done this a long time ago, huh?â He tries not to think about all the time wasted, and instead fantasies about all the making up for lost time youâll do in the near future.Â
âYou were always giving me those eyes while you played with your band,â you looked angelic to him, face hovering above him, framed only be the poor overhead lighting and flickering VHS menu of the last film youâd finished, âI always wanted you, just wasnât sure you wanted me like this too.â
Your statement was simple enough, but he knew what you meant. You wanted him more than a fuck, and thatâs what he had been worried about all along. Now, to have you sunk down on his cock like this, telling him that you had been scared in the same way as he had, only made him roll his hops up into you and pull your cheeks down for a sloppy kiss to seal the deal. You were finally on the same page.Â
Switching from a bounce of your hips, you lean back slowly and shift to more of a roll, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you while you gyrate your hips. Your arm extends back in between his spread legs to keep you stable, your torso finding its own rhythm in the midst of pleasure and fucking yourself onto his cock.Â
âSo fucking perfect,â he gasps out, hardly able to take in the sight of your body writhing and rolling above him. He manages to find bait of sense in his brain and brings his hand back to your lower stomach, thumb flicking over your clit with every thrust of your hips.Â
âOh,eddieohmygosh,â it came out as one breathy syllable, âpleasedonâtstopthat.â
He gently fucks himself up into you, matching your movements and not throwing you off of the sinful rhythm youâve set, just managing too punctuate each bounce with the raise of his hips into yours and the increased pressure of his thumb on your clit.Â
âOh, fuck, fuck, fuck,â he loves the way each breathy word out of your lips is matched with the beautiful bounce of your tits, âEddie, youâre gonna-â
He doesnât change a thing, the pressure on your clit, the arch of his hips, he would sooner die than rob you of pleasure or ruin this moment. Every moment he getâs to look at you, he thinks itâs the most beautiful youâve ever looked, but he knows for sure that this one takes the cake.Â
âAhhh, Iâm-â you donât have to finish your statement for him to know youâre cumming on his cock, the pulsing squeeze of your walls and intense concentration from him not to bust on the spot, and rather to focus on the parting of your lips and the twitching of your hips on his.Â
âThatâs it,â he keeps his thumb on your clit, but lets up on the pressure as soon as he feels you jerk against him, âthatâs my girl.â
You lurch down and wrangle him into a kiss, only wanting to feel his lips on yours as you come down from your orgasm. Youâre still slowly rolling your hips against his, but focused more on the feeling of his cheeks under your palms and his lips on yours.Â
âYou okay?â He asks in between tongue tied kisses.Â
âYes, perfect, thank you,â you arch your back into him a bit, âready for more.âÂ
Although you were fully prepared to bounce on his cock until he came, you were pleasantly surprised when his large hands surrounded your waist and hoisted you up off the bed. He wanted to try and keep his cock inside you, but accepted defeat as he managed to situate on the edge of the bed.
He shifted around you and situated himself in between your legs. You laid out, everything below the knees hanging off the edge of his hand-me-down mattress. He stood above you and lowered himself to land a few wet kisses on your breasts, his hard cock pressing into your needy center.Â
He jerked you up by the underside of your knees, pressing your thighs into your chest and sinking down into your open pussy, causing a deep groan to emit from both of you.
Here he was, scars and all, standing above you and thrusting into you as if it was the last thing he would ever do, and he looked like an angel to you.Â
More thoughtful than you may have initially given him credit for, his thumb finds your clit again and he politely, yet breathlessly asks, âCan you come again for me, pretty girl?â
How could you say no to that. You dumbly nod and throw your head back against the sheets, your hands balled up at your sides as he thrusted into you, grunting and moaning your name.Â
âSo fucking good Eddie,â you manage to squeak out, âYou make me feel so fucking good.â
âAh fuck, yeah, yes,â his voice nearly jumped an octive, signaling his release. âWhere should I-â he began to ask.
âInside,â it came out as two syllables in-between breaths, âItâs okay you can come-â
âFuuuuuck,â a strangled moan and a collapse of his arms, along with the delicious pulse of his cock inside you signaled his release.Â
Before you could eve catch your breath, regain consciousness of the situation, he was reeling back and replacing his softening cock with two fingers. He latched his lips to your clit and began to suck in time with his fingerâs replication of his cockâs earlier movements.Â
âOh my god,â you were truly taken aback, his face buried in your cunt and setting you back on track to your building orgasm.Â
It didnât take more than a minute and a half of him slurping your mixed releases from your cunt and bullying your g-spot with those damn magic fingers to send you hurdling towards orgasm number two, shaking and crying out his name.Â
It wasnât until your legs were truly shaking and your hand was searching for his forehead to push him away from overstimulation that he finally let up and let up of your pussy with a wet pop and a smug look.
âYou come?â He asks again, just as he had in the back of his van.Â
You donât have the energy to respond, only roll your eyes and flip him the bird as you flop back down onto his bedsheets.Â
He managed to get you a warm rag and a cold glass of water, stroking your har and asking if you felt alright.
âFeel perfect Eddie,â you say after a long gulp, âyou took such good care of me, you always do.â
He stroked your hair and positioned the two of you back comfortably beneath his sheets. âThank you,â he starts, but you cut him off with a kiss.Â
âNo, thank you,â you kiss him again, âfor trusting me.â The look in your eyes could nearly make him melt. âYouâre really something special Eddie, I mean it.â
âSpecial enough for a fourth date?â
You smack his chest and bury your head into his neck. âI donât think we have to count dates if Iâm your girlfriend nowâŚâ
Those dimples you adore perk up on his cheeks, and he bear hugs you, scarred chest and all.Â
âWhat time should I set the alarm for tomorrow?â He asks with a sorrow in his voice.Â
âHow about never,â you roll over to trample him with another kiss, smothering his body in yours, knowing youâd be luck enough to have many moments like this soon to come.Â
A/N: I'm sorry I have long lost the tracking of a taglist (crying emoji) don't want to bother anyone who asked to be added the last time I wrote a pic ten thousand years ago, so I hope this reaches everyone it needs to <3
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Silver Linings
Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt âplugâ
AO3 | Rated: G | WC: 437 | CW: Hospital, Near death injury | Tags: Post season 4, Canon divergent - Eddie lives, Pre-relationship, First kiss
âEddie?â
Eddie eased open blurry eyes as a voice spoke softly somewhere above, the beeping and whirring of machines and sharp smell of industrial cleaners filling his nose telling him exactly where he was.Â
Handy, since he couldn't seem to move or speak just yet to ask.
âI knew it.â The voice went on as something warm enveloped Eddieâs hand. âThey wanted to pull the plug, but I told those assholes you wouldnât give up so easy.â
The quiet, soothing tone was so familiar, yet it wasnât until Eddie blinked away the fog and forced himself to focus on the hovering face that he realized who it was.Â
He was a little paler than Eddie remembered, with heavy bags under his eyes and a healthy amount of stubble adorning his chin, but still the most beautiful boy heâd ever seen in real life.
A wonderful sight to be greeted with afterâŚ
Eddie didnât want to think about it too hard, but remembered enough that it was easy to put the pieces together. Hovering near death heâd passed out in Dustinâs arms, but by some miracle heâd made it out.Â
And he was pretty sure he was looking his miracle dead in the eyes, no pun intended, right now.Â
Steve had been sitting at his bedside for a while, Eddie realized, hazy memories of the other boy talking to him in the dark fighting their way to the surface.
âIâwe almost lost you.â
Steve's eyes shimmered, a hint of tears that Eddie desperately hoped wouldnât fall when all he could do was watch, even if he didnât understand what was happening. Sure theyâd grown inexplicably close while fighting for their lives, and Eddie was crushing hard, but since when did Steve Harrington cry over him?Â
UnlessâŚ
Eddie didnât believe in much except good luck and bad luck, that what you give is what you get, and so on, but sometimes, when things got tough, he liked to think it was a pre-payment to the Universe.
As Eddie gazed up into gorgeous hazel eyes, focused on the comforting weight of Steveâs hand in his, he thought maybe, after the worst week of his life, he was due for some big karmic payback.
It would be days before Eddie could talk, longer still before he would get out of that bed and relearn how to walk but Steve didnât seem to mind. He was there for every moment, good and bad.Â
And on the day Eddie was finally released, when Steve took him in his arms and kissed him in celebration, he knew he was right.Â
Great things were coming.
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You & Me - Rhys Montrose x Reader - Part 22
Part 21 | Part 23
Summary:Â What happens when reader assassin is tasked with killing the possible future mayor of London; Rhys Montrose. Politician by day, Eat the Rich Killer by night. But he isnât the only person wearing different masks.Â
Rating:Â Explicit
Warnings:Â Violence, murder, immoral sociopathic behaviour, mentions of alcoholism, drug abuse and neglect, smut
Word count: 4.7k
A/N: another Rhys pov! (to make up for the long hiatus lolol) Enjoy <3
Song: And so It Begins â KlergyÂ
âThe disappearance of Tom Lockwood, sir.â
Bloody hell.
Even in death, the bastard managed to find a way to disrupt Rhysâ life and well-crafted plans one way or another.Â
He felt a surge of adrenaline, but whereas most other people would succumb to the nerves, start sweating and rambling, make mistakes. Rhys didnât. Instead, it only sharpened his focus, making him that much more dangerous.Â
The reporter had used the word disappearance, meaning Lockwoodâs body hadnât been found, meaning there was no physical evidence that could potentially link him to the crime, which ultimately meant that he was in the clear. At least for now. If he played it right, perhaps Rhys could even turn this little hiccup into a story that would reflect him positively in the press.
The mob of journalists and cameramen were waiting with baited breath for him to comment, silence befalling the crowd once more. The only sounds that could be heard were that of the bustling city around themâthe honking of a double-decker bus, Londonâs never-ending construction noises, and the screeching of a police siren a mere two blocks away.Â
Rhys allowed a mixture of emotions to pass over his features. Initial shockâwhich hadnât involved much actingâfollowed by a hint of grieving sadness, before he settled on a more calm, compassionate look. Because, like any good psychopath who studied the intricacies of human emotion, Rhys knew that thatâs what the public needed to see in a leading figure. Someone who showed the appropriate level of feelings and compassion, but ultimately was able to offer reassurance and take action if need be.Â
âMr. LockwoodâŚâ Rhys shook his head, unfolding his clasped hands to convey a subliminal message of openness and sympathy. âI must say that I am deeply shocked by this news. Is there any more information regarding his disappearance?â
âNews surfaced after an anonymous tip was made to The London Dispatch, a spokesperson for the T.R. Lockwood Corporation has just released a statement that they are and have been aware of the circumstances and are working on an internal investigation, the Met Police have also just reported they are launching their own investigation,â the same reporter summarised, reading off of his phone. âAny thoughts on what could have happened, Mr. Montrose?â
Any thoughts⌠Oh, he had plenty, alright.Â
An anonymous tip. To The London Dispatch. That could only be from one man: Jonathan.Â
Did he seriously have the balls to go to the press, knowing full well that Lockwoodâs disappearance could be traced back to him? Rhys hadnât thought he would raise the alarm after revealing that detail to him, but it seemed Jonathan was keen to call his bluff.
On the upside, Lockwoodâs employees had tried to keep the whole thing under wraps, just like you and Rhys had predicted. But now that it had come out, the peace and quiet would come to an end, especially with the policeâs involvement as well.
âI could not say at this time, Iâm afraid,â Rhys stated, schooling his actual thoughts. âI think, as of now, the best course of action is to allow all parties involved to conduct their investigations without adding unnecessary speculation that could potentially hinder their job.â
That prompted an immediate response from the crowd.
âYou donât think Lockwoodâs partners shouldâve been upfront about their CEO going missing?â
âLockwood was last spotted in Pragueââ
âHasn't his staff already been hindering the police?â
ââover two weeks ago, what are the chances thatââ
âConsidering these suspicious circumstancesââ
ââcould this be another murder?â
âI understand,â Rhys interrupted, raising his hands in an attempt to quiet the masses. âI understand the demand for answers. I do. But we have to let them do their jobs. The Met Police will get to the bottom of this and find Mr. Lockwood, I have every faith.â
Lukas stepped up to the press then, drawing their attention with a wave of his hand. âThat will be all for today, everyone. Please, step aside to let Mr. Montrose pass.â
They did so begrudgingly, some ignoring his campaign manager as they kept shouting questions left and right. Rhys walked past them, thanking them for their time. His head of security met him halfway, guiding him the last couple of metres to the car.
âWhereâs Y/N?â Rhys asked.
âSheâs waiting in the car, sir,â Reggie answered.
âMr. Montrose!â
âOne final question, please!â
Rhys easily picked up on the thinly veiled exasperation in Lukasâ voice as he tried to reason with The Telegraph. âNo can do, sir. Mr. Montrose is already late for his next commitment. If you have any follow-up questions, please feel free to send them to our office.â
But the seasoned reporter wouldnât just let it go, following Rhys all the way to the kerb.
âMr. Montrose! What about his family?â
Reggie had already opened the passenger door, but Rhys paused, turning back around. He had to give it to the guy, no politician in their right mind could ignore that type of question.
He wetted his lips, a mournful smile flickering across his face. âOfcourse, I give my deepest sympathies to Mr. Lockwoodâs family during these uncertain times. I hope he will soon return in good health, and be reunited with his loved ones.â
Rhys dipped his head, pouring all the sympathy he did not actually feel into a final smile before he slid into the back of the car, where he was greeted by you, sending him an amused but troubled look.Â
Reggie shut the door as Rhys leaned forward to speak to the driver. âTake us back to Primrose.â
âYes, sir,â the driver nodded. âWe might hit some traffic, though. Thereâs been an accident on Holborn and City Road.â
âThatâs alright. Nothing we can do about it. Get us there as quickly as youâre able.â
âStraight away, sir.â
Rhys raised the soundproof, glass divider between the front and back of the car, giving you the privacy to talk about all that had just transpired without the driver being able to eavesdrop.Â
You turned to face each other as the car pulled into the stream of ongoing traffic.
âSo. Deepest sympathies, huh?â
âWhy yes, ofcourse, darling,â he grinned.
You snorted. âLiar.â
He was about to retort when his phone started ringing. Rhys checked the caller ID, and sighed. âExcuse me, this wonât take long,â he said, accepting the call.Â
âI donât want to hear a word about Cynthia, Luke,â Rhys announced, wanting to move past his indisputable error in judgement quickly. âGo back to the office, coordinate from there. We need to get an official written statement out ASAP, one that is based on all the facts known at present.â
âAgreed, sir. Iâll fetch Brian toââ
âNo. No, have Sam write it, sheâll need the experience. Just make sure to double check it before you post it online.â
âYou donât want to read it yourself? Are you not coming to the office?â
âNo, Iâll meet you there later. Thereâs another pressing matter that requires my attention first. I trust you to handle the situation while Iâm out.â
âYes, Mr. Montrose.â
Rhys ended the call and pocketed his phone before resting his head against the headrest. What a day this was turning out to be. And it wasnât over yet. Not by a long shot.Â
He must have involuntarily let out another sigh, for he felt the softness of your touch, your slender fingers wrapping around his hand.Â
âHow is that patience of yours doing?â
âI wonât lie, itâs hanging by a thread.â
âFigures,â you smiled, squeezing his hand.
Your smile was quickly overshadowed by that same troubling look from before, one which you didnât have to hide anymore.
âThat anonymous tip⌠it must beââ
âJonathan? Yes, I think so, too,â Rhys finished. âUnless you called The London Dispatch and failed to inform me of a new tactical move.â
You shook your head no as the car slowed to a stop, now officially stuck in the busy rerouted traffic. âNope, it definitely wasnât me,â you said, looking out the window to catch a glimpse of St. Paulâs looming presence.
It was a cloudy day, ten a penny for London, even during the summer time. The storm front may have passed, but the uncertainty of what was coming still lingered in the air.
âWhilst you were giving your statement to the press, I kept thinking, why?â You looked back to Rhys. âWhy would Jonathan do this now? He knows that we put the account that was used to bribe the pilots in his name. That was supposed to keep him quiet, at least for a little while longer. So, whatâs his angle?â
âI donât know,â he shrugged, the same question dominating his thoughts. âJonathanâs calculated. But also rash, and unpredictable, as today has clearly demonstrated⌠We need to act quickly before he goes from being a liability to a full-blown threat.â
You chewed your lip. âYou know who else can become a threat?â
His eyes flickered between yours, trying to find an answer there as he mentally went down the long list of possible enemies he made along the way. The ones that were still able to draw breath, that is.Â
Only one name came to mind.
âMarcus Atkinson.â
The man who conspired with Lockwood to have Rhys removed from the upcoming elections, by categorically trying to erase him from the face of the earth.Â
âAtkinson,â you agreed. âSo far, heâs been quiet, but thereâs no telling what heâll do now that the news of Lockwoodâs disappearance has been made public.â
Rhys hummed, affirmative. âYouâre right. We need to prepare for every possibility.â
âIs that why weâre going home?â
âNo,â he said, a little reluctant.Â
You frowned, not following. âThen why did you tell the driver to take us back to Primrose Hill?â
He sighed. âBecause youâre going home, whilst I go and pay dear old Jonathan a visit.â
You paused, slowly letting go of his hand as the meaning of his words landed.
âYouâre what?â
âYou heard me.â
Rhys set his jaw, his decision already made and final, but that didnât stop you from glaring at him.
âAnd youâre sidelining me becauseâŚ?â
He looked away, something flicking over his expression. âItâs the only way I know how to keep you safe.â
âExcuse me?â you scoffed. âWhat about me and what I do for a living gives you the impression that you need to keep me safe?â
Rhys winced. Heâd anticipated this reaction from you. But there was no way in hell he would allow you and Jonathan in the same room ever again. It wasnât that he didnât think you could fend for yourself, because, as more than one occasion had attested, you certainly knew how to throw a punch or two. And make it hurt. He himself was privy to the knowledge.Â
However, he didnât trust Jonathan and what he would doâŚÂ Especially now. Besides, as far as Rhys could tell, Jonathan still didnât know anything about your true identity. And heâd very much liked to keep it that way.Â
âHeâs a psychopath, Y/N,â Rhys stressed.Â
âRight,â you drawled. âDo you want me to look up the exact definition? Because Iâm pretty sure it would also include present company.â
He smiled, bitter. âIâm not planning on hurting you. Jonathan might. You know the things he was mixed up in across the pond. If he figures out how important you are to meâŚâ
His forehead creased with genuine concern, and even in your anger, your eyes softened a little at the admission.
âI know you can take care of yourself,â he amended. âBut that doesnât take away from the fact that I want to keep you as far away from him as I possibly can.â
You nodded thoughtfully, still far from happy with his decision. But Rhys wasnât going to change his mind, and you knew it as well.
Once again, the sound of a phone pinging interrupted your conversation. Privately, Rhys hoped it would put an end to it as well, although you quickly relieved him of that illusion. âWeâre not done talking about this.â
âA man can hope,â he muttered.
You shot him a warning look as you retrieved your phone, effectively making him shut up.
He looked around, noticing they were still motionless. No. That wasnât right. They had moved about three car lengths in the last five minutes. Progress, he thought, clocking his inner voiceâs sarcasm with a wry smile. At least the extended travel time would give him a little more time to prepare for his surprise attack on Jonathan. Although, that twat was likely already waiting for Rhys to show up after the shit he pulled earlier todayâŚÂ
Rhys gritted his teeth as he thought of Jonathan. How he must have watched the press interview live on tele, probably thinking heâd won this game⌠Well, Rhys would make damn sure that his victory would be short lived.Â
A startled noise came from your side of the car, and his eyes shot back to you, jerking him from those thoughts.Â
Your wide eyes were scanning whatever message had appeared on your phoneâs screen, four times over, as if making sure your eyes werenât deceiving you. A wave of worry careened through him as he watched the colour drain from your face.
âY/N?â he said, alarmed.
âOh my godâŚâ
Frantically tapping the screen, you brought the phone closer to your face. âOh my god.â
Before Rhys even got a chance to ask what the hell was going on, youâd already pressed the device to your ear, fingers now tapping restlessly against the carâs interior door.
âY/N,â he said, firmer this time, clasping your hand in his. You looked at him, panicked, uncertain⌠terrified. Rhys felt his own stomach drop. âWhat happened?â
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.
The call went straight to voicemail, and you groaned in frustration. âDamnit, sheâs not answering her phone.â
âIs it Zoe? Sadie?â Rhys tried, concern slipping into his voice.Â
He softly squeezed your hand to garner your attention. It worked. You refocused on him, visibly swallowing a tang of adrenaline before shoving your phone into his hands. Rhys read the ID: Zoe. He was rightâthere were only so many people that could pull this type of reaction from you. He could probably count them on one hand.
His eyes slid down to read the most recent incoming texts, and he sucked in a breath, immediately understanding your nervousness.
>>>Â mumâs back
>>>Â please come
Your motherâŚÂ
Alarm bells went off inside of him, his concern slowly getting replaced by something sharper, harder.Â
Youâd both known the day would come, yet the words on the screen still shocked him to silence, the only thing he could muster a feeble, âFuckâŚâ
âYeahâŚâ
Rhys closed his eyes. Another person who had completely disappearedâalbeit not by your doingâresurfacing. It had been quite the mystery as to what had happened to her, and you had spent many a night trying to figure out where she could have possibly gone. Without much success. But now she had seemingly returned.
The timing could also not have been better. Apparently Murphyâs Law always lurked around the corner somewhere.
âWhere did she come from all of a sudden?â
âFrom hell, likely.â
He huffed a strained laugh. That was certainly one possibility. Rhys met your gaze, then. The initial shock had lifted, and now the fire heâd grown to love glowed bright in your eyes.
âIâll kill her,â you whispered, unyielding. âI swear to god, if sheâs hurt them⌠I will kill her.â
You snatched your phone from his hands, your thumbs flying over the keyboard as you typed out a series of messages in quick succession.
âHey,â Rhys said, pitching his voice into a soothing range. âTheyâre gonna be okay. Just like their big sister, they can fend for themselves.â
âI know they can,â you said, still holding your phone in an iron grip. âBut after what happened last time, I canât help but worry.â
He couldnât stop himself. âI know the feeling...â
You dropped your phone, turning to him with a look that made it abundantly clear that now was not the time to test you.Â
âRhys,â you warned.
âSorryâŚâ he muttered, squeezing your hand again. âHow do you wanna tackle this?â
âIâm going over there.â
âRight now?â
âYes. Right now. I have to make sure theyâre okay. Besides, itâs not like I have anything better to do,â you shot back, eyes narrowing.
Rhys pursed his lips. Yep. He deserved that.
You looked outside to find that you were, still, stuck near St. Paulâs. And it didnât look like that was going to change anytime soon. Sighing, you clasped the door handle, but before you could sprint out, Rhys tugged you back to him.
âWhoa, wait a second,â he said, worry seeping back into his voice. He didnât want to part like this. âAre you sure you want to do this by yourself? I can help.â
You looked at him evenly. âThis canât wait. And neither can the Jonathan situation.âÂ
Damnit.Â
No, it couldnât.
âIâll take care of my mother while you take care of our professor,â you offered, running your thumb over his hand in an attempt to persuade him. However the grim look on your face wasnât helping.
He held your gaze for a long moment, equally grim, before nodding once. There was no other way.Â
âBe careful, and call me when you need me,â Rhys implored, already cursing himself for agreeing to this plan. âPromise me.â
âI promise,â you said, purposeful, determined.
And with that, you were off, shutting the car door with force.Â
Rhys watched you go, worry now mixing with guilt. By trying to protect you from one situation, he was now the sole reason you were diving head-first into unknown danger all by yourself.
Although, you would have gone either way. No matter the circumstances. You were just like him in that respect. Once youâd made up your mind, there was nothing anyone could do to dissuade you. Rhys had to let you go. Leaving you the space to deal with problems the way you saw fit. He didnât like it, but if he wanted to keep you by his side, there was no other choice.Â
As far as he was aware, your mother wasnât a cold-blooded killer. But even so, sheâd come pretty close to manslaughter with the Hackney house fire. Rhys also knew for a fact that you hadnât yet told him about all of the harrowing things youâd endured during your childhood. Some details, yes. But definitely not all. He hadnât wanted to push you too hard, you would tell him when you were ready. Just like with everything else.Â
Rhys shook himself. Dwelling on this wasnât going to do him much good either. He had his own headache to deal with. After that, he would work to make things right with you.
He pressed a button, lowering the glass divider. âChange of plans. I need you to take me to South Kensington.â
â
An hour later, after trudging through Londonâs busy traffic, the car parked in front of Kynance Mews. The driver hastened to open his door, and Rhys slid out, glancing left and right.Â
âGive me twenty minutes,â he said, adjusting his suit.
âYes, sir.â
The ride over had given him plenty of time to consider his options, which in the end boiled down to two simple objectives: kill Jonathan, or not.Â
As tempting as the first option was, Rhys had to accept that it wasnât the most prudent one. Now that Lockwoodâs disappearance had become a public affair, and the police were conducting their own investigation, there would be a lot of heat bearing down on the case. Sooner or later, the police would find out about the bribe money, and once theyâd successfully trace the money and start making connections, âProfessor Jonathan Mooreâ would be the subject of a lot of scrutiny.Â
Like with Atkinson, the risk would be too great. If either of those two were killed right now, people would surely start asking questions. Questions Rhys didnât want to be asked.Â
Therefore, with a tinge of annoyance, he opted that the best course of action was to keep the professor alive a little longer.Â
However, Jonathan couldnât continue on like this. He had to be reined inâreminded of who was in control here. Good thing Rhys had one more trick up his sleeve, and now was the time to use it.
He made his way inside the building, taking the stairs two at a time, determination edged in his pace. Once he made it to number ten, he lifted his fist, landing a series of powerful knocks on Jonathanâs front door. He didnât have to wait long before it swung open.Â
Rhys bursted into the flat, the door nearly hitting Jonathan in the face.Â
âYouâve been busy, mate.â
Jonathan recovered quickly. âSo have you.â
His dark eyes tracked Rhys as he strode around the flat, making sure there were no unwanted third parties present. Once he made sure there wasnât, he stopped in front of Jonathan, meeting his gaze.
Rhys took a breath and nodded. âTell me about it. Itâs hard work, winning these electionsâmaking sure all possible threats are dealt with accordingly.â
Jonathan looked him up and down, measured. âIs that why youâre here?â
âAmong other things... I was starting to miss our fun little chats.â
âI wasnât,â the professor sneered.
âOh, pray tell,â Rhys said, light.
Jonathan appeared calm, but the tightness around his eyes told Rhys all he needed to know. A single, disdainful head-tilt cinched it.
So, this would be fun.
âYouâre a cold-blooded psycho.âÂ
His mouth twitched. âAh, one that needs to be taken down? Is that why you tipped the press?âÂ
âIâm done with your bullshit and your fucking mindgames,â he hissed. âAnd Iâm not going down for your sins whilst you become mayor of this godforsaken town.â
âAnd yet here you are,â Rhys snickered, waving a hand at him. âDigging your own grave. Or did you forget that Joe Goldberg helped cover-up Lockwoodâs murder?â
âIâll tell them the truth about you,â Jonathan promised. âYouâre not getting away with this.â
âAnd who do you think theyâll believe?â Rhys returned, tilting his head, a challenge. âA suspected murderer who faked his own death, or the man thatâs working tirelessly to strengthen their police forceâmaking sure their kids will have access to a higher education, someone whoâs battling corruption and fighting for whatâs right. You tell me.â
Jonathan shook his head. âNo⌠No, you will go down for your crimes.â
Rhys couldnât help but laugh. âAnd what crimes are those? Do you have any proof? Or will this be another case of your word against mine?â he taunted, stepping up to the fuming American.
Jonathan stood rigid, frowning in contemplation. He took a moment to mull over whatever thoughts held him before he looked at Rhys askance.Â
âThere has to be proof. People always seem to mysteriously disappear or die around you. Like last night.â
Rhys remained entirely unfazed. âThat Fernsby bloke, you mean? Well, if youâd listened to the news, you would know he died of natural causes. Very unfortunate but it happens,â he said, inscrutable, picking a piece of lint off of his suit. âBesides, I have an alibi.â
âOf course you do,â Jonathan mumbled, more to himself. âYour girlfriend?â
Anger simmered under Rhysâ cool facade at the mention. But he couldnât let Jonathan see it.Â
âShe serves many purposes,â he smirked, lewd.
Jonathanâs face twisted in disgust. âYouâre using her.â
He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âItâs all sheâs good for anyway. A pretty face for the cameras, and an excellent shag at night.â
Jonathan looked away, uncomfortable despite his own nature. He took a beat, his eyes locked in an endless stare, seeing seemingly nothing. Then he blinked, once, and looked up to Rhys again.Â
Something in his eyes had changed. Like heâd made up his mind about something. Rhys couldnât tell what it was, but it didnât sit well with him, at all. That much was clear.
His smile faded, it was time to get down to business.
âAlright,â he exclaimed, delightfully startling Jonathan in the process. âEnough chit-chat. I think itâs about time I remind you of a few thingsâŚâ
Jonathan stiffened, but didnât respond. Rhys sauntered over to the window, the one providing a perfect view into the flat of one Miss Kate Galvin. The flat was dark, and it didnât look like anyone was home.
âDo you know where she is?â Rhys asked, peering through the window.
He didnât need to specify who he was referring to. Not to a seasoned stalker like him.
âAt work,â Jonathan said, clipped.Â
Rhys glanced back over his shoulder, clocking Jonathan still standing in the exact same spot, shooting daggers at his back. Rhysâ lips curled.Â
âRemember this feeling, Jonathan,â he said as he zeroed in on the fireplace, bending to pick up the fire iron. âRemember how it feels to know where she is. To know sheâs safeâŚâ
He twisted the metal object leisurely, feeling the weight of it in his palms. âBut above all, remember how I can take all of that away, in the blink of an eye.â
If possible, Jonathan stiffened even more, nails digging into his palms as he clenched his fists.Â
Rhysâ eyes sparked with amusement. Jonathan hadnât wanted to play any more of his âmindgamesâ, but unfortunately for the professor, he was only just getting started.
âNow, we wouldnât want her to meet the same fate as her father, would we?â Rhys mused, using the metal tool to prod at some charcoal remains. âBecause speaking of unfortunate things, Iâd say that would definitely qualify as such.â
Jonathan glared at him, not even attempting to cover the hatred he felt for the man daring to enter his home like he owned the placeâand threaten him, his girlfriend, and everything he had tried to rebuild for himself.Â
âStay away from her,â he said, voice as cold as ice.
âCome now, Jonathan. Thereâs no need to get snippy,â Rhys tutted, eyes flicking to him. âYou and I both know that whatever happens to her, itâs entirely up to you.â
The sound of metal scraping against the fireplace's stone surface caught Jonathanâs attention, his eyes flying to where Rhys was still playing around with the rod. He relished the look on Jonathanâs face, a sweet mixture of trepidation and rage. It meant he was listening carefully.Â
âFun fact about fire,â Rhys went on, off-kilter. âWhich, correct me if Iâm wrong, I believe you may be familiar with,â he added jokingly, stabbing at a larger fragment of unburned wood.Â
âNothing ever truly vanishes. Thereâs always something that remains. And whatâs so amusing about this fact is that you never know which pieces are left behind⌠or when they might resurface.â
This was it. The last card Rhys could play to keep Jonathan silentâshort from killing him, ofcourse.Â
To threaten him to complete the framejob by planting Lockwoodâs other hand that you and Rhys had kept as a backup, and call in the cavalry. Physical evidence tying Jonathan to the crime, in combination with the paper trail already set up in his name, would ensure Jonathanâs arrest and indictment. And he knew it.
Jonathan swallowed. âLockwood?â
Rhys walked up to him, eyeing him steadily. âYou better stick to our first agreement, and keep quiet,â he warned, tapping the fire iron against Jonathanâs chest. âOtherwise, Iâll make sure youâre going down for all of it.â
Defeat flashed over Jonathanâs face. He was still angry, no, livid would be the better term⌠But the growing apprehension and doubt was unmistakable.
Satisfied that his message was received loud and clear, Rhys dropped the metal rod to the floor. The loud clang of the object hitting the wooden floor caused Jonathan to flinch back, much to Rhysâ pleasure.
He turned his back on the American, gleefully making his way towards the front door where he paused, resting one hand on the handle, the corner of his mouth lifting.
âItâs all about who holds the power, mate,â Rhys smirked, looking back to Jonathan, whose jaw was clenched tight. âAnd at present, that isnât you.â
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A/N: FINALLY a Joe and Rhys meet⌠I know itâs been a long time coming đ I had a lot of fun writing this particular scene, I hope you enjoyed it as well. Now letâs see if Jonathan will heed Rhysâ warning or⌠not. hehe
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Oct 13th
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1. hi i want to read fanfics in which lwj saves wwx and wens. thank you!
IF by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 94k, WangXian, QingJue, Aftermath of Violence, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Fix-It of Sorts, BAMF LWJ, Golden Core Reveal) LWJ immediately goes to the Jin camp, gets there first, & chooses to act to save the Wens
đ Sick Bed Reserved In Gusu Lan by scifigeek14 (T, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Sick fic, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It) WWX & the Wens get sick & go to Gusu for help, & LWJ lets them in
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2. Hello! Thank you for the amazing recs! Loving it! For the next In the mood for (hehehe I'm greedy), does anyone know any fics with Sect Leader Lan Zhan? Thank you! @lostandmessedup
đThe Straightest Path by meyari (T, 30k, WangXian, NieLan, MingLi, ChengSang, war and death Grief/Mourning, Politics, plotting for neuroatypicals, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Non-Canon Relationship, I killed Lan Zhan's family, No YÄŤn Iron, Sect Leader LWJ)
golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)
Discarded by teawater (E, 187k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and itâs not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)
Temptation by Karmiya (E, 23k, WangXian, JYL & WWX, WIP, Sect Leader LWJ, domestic abuse)
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3. ITMF a) video game crossovers and b) fics where the boys playing video games is a big part of the story. đŽ (Side note if a Stardew AU doesn't exist yet, someone really needs to get on that) @linderel
No A/B/O / Omegaverse, thank you
3A)
đ Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, WangXian, Sky: Children of the Light Fusion, POV Multiple, Pre-Relationship, Reunions, POV LSZ, POV LWJ, POV WWX)
To Let It Bloom by Broken_Synchronicity (T, 2k, WangXian, WWX & Everyone, WIP, Modern with Magic, Stardew Valley Fusion, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, WCZ & CSSR are still dead sorry, Family Bonding, WCZ & JFM are related, Farmer WWX, Librarian LWJ, Genius WWX, MXY Lives, Grief/Mourning, WWX is gonna solve world hunger or die trying, Slow Burn, Getting to Know Each Other, Tall WWX) Omg I can't believe I didn't pay attention to 3 because HEY I STARTED WRITING A STARDEW AU FIC NOT A WEEK BEFORE THIS POST đ¤Ł
Yearning for a Star by The_Gourmet_Gamer (M, 18k, WangXian, WIP, Modern, Inspired by Stardew Valley, Omega Verse, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Misunderstandings, First Kiss, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Forbidden Love, Jealous LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Magic)
3B)
Dreams of Cultivation by mortuus_lingua (M, 97k, WangXian, XiCheng, SongXiao, Themes, LWJ Uses Actual Words, Nonbinary NHS, Nonbinary XXC, BAMF WQ, Modern AU, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Oblivious WWX, Protective JC, Cinnamon Roll WN, Developing Relationship)
5000 IQ hanguangjun gameplay scores him a boyfriend by orphan_account (Not rated, 5k, wangxian, streamer au, among us, getting together, identity reveal)
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4. Hello, Itmf please đ¤
Want to read a scene where wq says to WY that jc won't be a good leader if lack of core breaks his will to leave. And blaming wy for lotus pier fall shows his lack of common sense and clear judgement. And maybe about choking and who will protect him afterwards? Like how can you trust this person as a leader and family member
Maybe about some ethics in wq.
Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WWX & WN & WQ, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesnât have a happy ending)
The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence)
Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons) Bonus: a core transfer doesn't happen but Wen Ning helps Wei Ying see how poorly he's been treated by Jiang Cheng in the second chapter
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5. Hellour! This is for the next imtf,
Any fics where lwj's personalities just like flips? Maybe he gets hit with a curse or a talisman and suddenly those repressed lonely teenage boy is out in the open. It can be post-canon or in the cloud recess arc i dont mind. Any au works. (but no wip please! Or any time travel fics)
beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Confessions, Curses, Embarrassment, Vulnerability, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Honesty, Communication, beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )
old wounds, like hidden ghosts by wordsonpage (T, 2k, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Dark LWJ, but like accidentally, Angst and Feels, Happy Ending)
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by thunderwear (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Truth Spells, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Post CQL, Getting Together)
The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 14k, wangxian, Mind Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining)
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6. Hello, I wonder if there is some fic where Nie Huaisang is sect leader for some time. And I don't mean post canon or post Mingjue's death. I mean mostly when Nie Mingjue is alive and well but Nie Huaisang was made to be acting sect leader for whatever reason or temporary reason.
Wandering Eyes (That Nie Mingjue will gouge out if he notices, Father, STOP) by AstaraelWeeps (M, 14k, 3zun, NHS & JGY, time travel, fix it, scheming)
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7. Looking for fic that treat Jiang Cheng as the complex character he is - Lynchpin is a fave because he's not "all good" just doing his best after learning some hard lessons. More of that kind of story? Happy ending and of course no JC bashing. @kimboo-york
Jiang Cheng Friendly / Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation
â¤ď¸ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, đ[PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)
The worth of a life with no regrets by SnowdropsAndDreams (Not Rated, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Post-Canon Fix-It)
The crow, the owl and the dove by GoschateWabn (T, 39k, WIP, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sunshot Campaign, JC Needs a Hug, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics, Fluff and Humor, Protective JC, BAMF JC, BAMF WWX, Sect Leader WWX, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, JC is So Done, No Golden Core Transfer, JC Has No Golden Core)
Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Canon-Typical Violence, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of YĂşnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of YĂşnmèng Dynamics, đ [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell)
â¤ď¸ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YLLZ WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)
basically anything by Lise that has Jiang Cheng as a character but especially With Absolute Splendor by Lise (T, 43k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Wedding planning, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Complicated Relationships, Angst with a happy ending)
some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Road Trips, (terrible road trips), Post-Canon, Rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, ish, Awkward Conversations, POV JC, JC & WWX Reconciliation, (ish theyâre working on it), [Podfic] some good mistakes by kisahawklin)
Listen to the Ocean (Hear it Break) by TheQueen (T, 3k, ChengQing, JC & WWX, WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Character Study, Unreliable Narrator, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Angry Grape Boy hurts everyone around him and himself, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Family Dynamics)
From Yunmeng, Unsent by isozyme (T, 5k, JC & WWX, epistolary, angst, canonical character death, nightmares, canon compliant)
JC and WWXâs Get Along Sweater series by newamsterdam (T, 29k, JC & WWX, Trapped In A Closet, Cultivation as Plot Device, Reconciliation, Miscommunication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Novel Spoilers, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Night Hunting, Ghosts, Action/Adventure, Brotherly Love, Complicated Relationships, Yunmeng Shuangjie)
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8. For ITMF, I would like to read a post-canon fic where Jin Ling renounces his claim on the Sect Leadership of the Jin and instead becomes the Sect Heir for the Jiang. A focus on the politics and personal feelings/consequences at some point would be lovely. Preferably non-wangxian-centric and no JC bashing. Thanks! @jensownzoo
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9. In the mood for fics where the juniors love WWX and he is a fun/good senior they love and look up to alot. Thank you! @stormblessed95
đâ¤ď¸ Joy In the Midst of These Things Series by Glitterbombshell (T/G, 53k, WangXian, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Teacher WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)
Glow by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Junior Quartet, JC & WWX)
Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, WWX Loves To Teach, wangxian are married, Fluff, nonsexual intimacy, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication, this is HEAVY on the symbolism, Translation in Russian)
çąä¸éć; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)
Proximity To Knowledge by ChilianXianzi (T, 7k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Married Wangxian, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Teacher WWX, Inventor WWX, And his research assistant Lan ducklings, LQR is not a good educator, the kids are alright, WWX did online learning before it was cool)
Trust by FlyingMachine1 (G, 8k, WWX & the Junior Ensemble, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, background wangxian, BAMF WWX, Humor)
your words upon my lips by uchiuchi (T, 17k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Curses, no sad times only good times, Canon Compliant, Romance, they are married!!, Let LWJ Say Fuck, Case Fic)
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10. hi this is a itmf!!
hi fellow wangxian fic lovers at this point in the fandom i feel like ive read every good written wangxian fic out there im looking for any hidden gems you guys have im talking 10k hits beautiful plot or story anything that just immediately makes u kudos or bookmark it, it can be any au tags whatever im not picky i just ask for atleast over 10k words :))) @yesibest
i guess i'll have to change my plan by darjeelinh (E, 35k, WangXian, Modern, Meet-Cute, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, First Kiss, First Time, Inspired by Before Sunrise (1995) and Before Sunset (2004), soft rom-com vibes, One Night Stands, but not really, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, they both have demi vibes in this fight me about it, Loss of Virginity, Misunderstandings, Separations, Reunions, wangxian canon Elopementâ˘ď¸ shenanigans, now with art) absolute love in first read
swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins by AvoOwO (M, 24k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Angst, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Drowning, Torture, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Choking, Stabbing, Major Character Injury, POV LWJ, Smart LWJ, Smart WWX, Murder, Kidnapping, Gags, Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Drugs, Vomiting, Literal Sleeping Together, WWX Has PTSD, Food Issues, Sharing Clothes, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Soft WangXian, Angry WWX, Caretaking, Food as a Metaphor for Love, the mortifying idea of being known, Suicidal Thoughts, Angry LWJ)
who cares when you're gone by camellialice (M, 22k, WangXian, background SongXiao, Hades (Video Game) Fusion, Canon-Typical Levels of Self-Sacrifice, Canon-Typical Levels of Spitting Up Blood, Canon-Typical Levels of Pining)
âLetâs go home.â by Crowgirl (E, 27k, WangXian, Coffee Shops & CafĂŠs, LQR's Excellent Parenting, Meet-Cute, First Kiss, First Time, First Meetings, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern AU, Past XiYao, past emotional abuse, Past Emotional Manipulation)
Rebirth of a Wretched Mayfly by marikazz (M, 15k, WangXian, Time Loop, Time Travel, Groundhog Day, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence, Not Really Character Death, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, Trust Issues, Hurt WWX, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Okay, Mental Breakdown, Canon-Typical Violence, Existential Angst, Dissociation, Suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, POV WWX)
đtake me home (where i belong) by scarletwanlian (E, 153k, WangXian, Slice of Life, Modern, College/University, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Music, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Depression, Running, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Injury Recovery, mental recovery, Mental Health Issues, Non-Sexual Intimacy, AND sexual intimacy, Literal Sleeping Together, and sleeping together, First Time, ace characters, also aro characters, and aroace character, Families of Choice, Car Accidents, Found Family, Flashbacks, Nightmares, gore elements somewhat, descriptions can get a bit gorey at times, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Healing, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Whump)
Who You Gonna Call? by Beltenebra (E, 15k, WangXian, Ghost Hunters, Modern with Magic, Minor ChengSong, Anal Sex, Paranormal Investigators, Mild Blood, Mild Horror, Ghosts, Demons, Fluff and Humor, Case Fic)
LÊgèretÊ by perkynurples (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern au, Horse riding, Swords as horses, Crack treated seriously, Friends to Lovers)
From the Ashes by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho) (E, 83k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Science Fiction, Slow Burn, Found Family, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, IN SPACE!, Space)
đććżéćĽčľć夊 / Iâll wager my youth against tomorrow by tombenough_and_continent (T, 37k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Historical, Time Travel, ...they're time-travelling enemy agents writing each other love letters, Purple Prose, Enemies to Lovers)
A Wish I Can't Stop Making by Tirielle (T, 51k, XuanLi, WangXian, Memory Loss, Slow Burn, Mystery, Secret Identity, Wishes, Magic, Canon, JYL Lives, JZX Lives, JGY Redemption, Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Hairpins as a metaphor for love, Idiots in Love)
transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending)
Lovesong of the Square Root of Negative One by honeydrip (lmeden) (M, 55k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Modern, Blood and Gore, Elements of Horror, Elements of magical realism, Layered Narratives, A Story Within a Story, POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Not Everyone Dies)
Scapegoat by FinallyGotTheInvitation (E, 276k, WangXian, Modern, Trials, Lawyer LWJ, Defendant WWX, Courtroom Drama, False Accusations, Criminal Investigation, Threats of Violence, Death penalty, well not actually but there's threats of it, Hurt WWX, Protective LWJ, Childhood Trauma, Murder Mystery, Pining, Soft WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn-ish they have a trial to get through, Domestic Bliss, Happy Ending, Found Family, Bad Parent YZY, neutral JC, Good Sibling JYL, Neutral LXC, Bad Uncle LQR, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, POV Alternating, Pining while fucking, Belly Bulge, Gentle Sex, Smut, languid sex, Angst, Kissing, Neck Kissing, all other ways to say 'emotionally horny sex' ok, Eventual Smut, porn in chapter 15, Praise Kink, Homophobia, chapter specific TWs will be in top notes, Power Play, Power Imbalance, Wet Dream, porn in chapter 27, blowjob, slight breathplay, Size Kink, porn in chapter 29, Breeding Kink, sex wrestling, Tickling, WWX is a Brat, porn in chapter 30, Illustrations)
after hours by mellowflicker (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU Slice of Life, Age Difference, Older LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch LWJ)
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11. Iâm in the mood for fics with bodily possession. Just any fic where lwj or wwx are possessed or under control of someone or something. Thank you!
Mud on Your Feet by AvoOwO (Not Rated, 59k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Nightmares, Sentient Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds, Possession, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Good Sibling JC, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Feels, Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Delusions, JC Loves WWX, Insomnia, Good Sibling WWX, Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking, LWJ just wants to sleep with his husband, Protective JC, WWX Sees Dead People, LJY pulls through, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses, PTSD, Post-Canon, YLLZ WWX, resentful energy, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Thirteen Years of WWXâs Death, WWXâs Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX is tired, LWJ literally just wants to sleep with WWX again is that too much to ask for??, Soft JC, Yunmeng Siblings Feels) in this wwx IS possessed by smth, I can't say what cuz it's a spoiler, just mentioning that it is almost like possession even tho the summary doesnt seem like it :)) enjoy
in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Non-Consensual Body Modification, kinda??, Reflections over death and self-worth, mentions of canon suicide, Near Death Experiences, đ [Podfic] in your skin by flamingwell)
old wounds, like hidden ghosts by wordsonpage (T, 2k, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Dark LWJ, but like accidentally, Angst and Feels, Happy Ending) link in #5
Obedient and Bellicoseby thunderwear (T, 20k, Wangxian, Ella Enchanted AU, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, cursed LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good brother LXC, LQR loves his nephews you cant change my mind, LWJ crying, Protective LXC, Pining, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Brief Depictions of Violence, meaning at least one of the people you really want to get stabbed does in fact get stabbed)
The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 14k, wangxian, Mind Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining) link in #5
đ between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating)
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12. I'm asking for canon era fics with lots and lots of hugs between the juniors and Wei Ying. I don't care if the ducklings are grown ups or just little babies. Probably please both types. Just nothing below 40k please. @constellationdks
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13. Can you find me fics where cultivation sects gets punished for their unfairness. All sects gets punished not even Lan and Nie are left out.
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14. Hey, itmf for fic post Wei's supposed death scene where Lan Zhan is punished (those beatings from cql) and then spends his solitary confinement in the cold cave. I am mostly interested in fics with depressed Lan Zhan who refuses to speak to anyone and/or gives up on his duties afterwards and just wastes away in that cave (instead of whatever he was supposed to be doing during those three years). It can even have suicide attempt or running away attempt. Thank you.
A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ) ARGH! I know I've read several fics that fit for 14 but cannot find them for the life of me! The only one I found that comes close is chapter 5 in A Life Without Regrets where Lan Wangji reflects on choosing to live for A-Yuan after his punishment in his first life (it's a time travel fic).
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15. hi! this is for itmf. do you perhaps know any fics that focus around lwj's insecurity or fear that he's becoming like his father or something of the like? :") thanks!
the year of drought by idrilka (E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pining, Getting Together, Wedding Planning, Letters, Instructional Use of Gay Porn)
how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time) by thunderwear (M, 26k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition, of sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pining, read end notes for warnings, Post-Canon) Lan Wangji's fears about being like his father are also a small part at the end
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16. Hello! For the next ITMF does anyone knows fics where Wangxian adopts Lan Jingyi? @lostandmessedup
if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Officialâs Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Officialâs Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)
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17. For ITMF, I'm interested in what people's favorite Lan Jingyi-centric fics are. Doesn't have to be from his POV, but he should be the focus. Any ships or no ships are fine. Thanks! @jensownzoo
anyway, hereâs wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, ZhuiYi, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence)
Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, gen, Fluff and Crack, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)
you are my chosen family by jinyinhua (T, 14k, LSZ & LJY, wangxian, LJY & LSZ & LWJ & WWX, 5+1 Things, Good Kid LJY, Good Kid LSZ, Blood and Injury, Night Hunts, Drinking, Age Regression/De-Aging, Married Wangxian, Fluff and Humor, Found Family, GĹŤsĹŤ LĂĄn Juniors Dynamics)
Why Not Me? by Eleanor_Fenyx (G, 26k, LJY & LQR, LQR & LWJ, LJY & LSZ, LJY & LWJ, good uncle LQR, LJY pov, war orphan LJY, character study, LJY has ADHD, found family, rejection sensitivity dysphoria)
â¤ď¸ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Podfic by SeaNoodle) LJY gets possessed by the Yiling Patriarch
The Special Hell by MedeaWasRight (E, 73k, JC/LJY, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief, implied eating disorder, Implied Bulimia, Vomiting, Drowning, JC runs a water park, Developing Relationship, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Sibling Rivalry, Mourning, LJY is the best Lan, peril in water, Reconciliation, Hospitals, physical assault, references to children in hospital) For a Jingyi-important fic, modern au, try this one from MedeaWasRight. Itâs a 2nd part of a series, but it can be read as a standalone.
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If you didnât get an answer to your ask here, donât forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesnât have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - itâs all good!***
#wangxian#mdzs#wangxian fic recs#i'm in the mood for a fic#the untamed#wangxian fic search#wangxianficfinder#long post
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Woman | Joel Miller x Reader
Complete, Rating: Mature/Explicit
Watch her take me by surprise
When she lets me call her mine
Do you ever really know?
Can you ever really know?
Summary: Joel Miller returns to Jackson bringing back memories and feelings from 20 years ago, but you refuse fall into the universeâs trap again. Your table is at capacity. Adding another chair will only kill you when they get taken away.
Tags: Joel Miller X Reader. Age Gap. smut. hurt/comfort. Life in Jackson. single parent. post season/part I. Mostly TV show canon compliant. TV show versions of characters. playing with the timeline. Tommyâs been in Jackson for a lot longer.
Warnings: descriptions of blood, gore, trauma. Grief & loss. Loss of a spouse. Violence. Smut/Explicit content. Panic attacks, depression, anxiety. MISC canon topics. Chapter specific warnings before each chapter.
Playlist - Updated with each chapter release
Part I
1. tame the ghosts in my head 2. a clouded mind and a heavy heart 3. pick up your clothes and curl your toes 4. walk with me, i think weâll find a way 5. sleep the hours that i can't weep 6. play my bloody part 7. when she lets me call her mine
Before - A Woman Story
Five peeks into your life before Joel Miller reentered it, recommended to read in between Part I & II of Woman
Part II
8. a cry of my heart to see 9. the fear of whatâs to come 10. hold you from the world and its curse drabble. what's that i see? 11. up from the dust, inconceivable love 12. love with urgency but not with haste
drabble. love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears
Part III
13.with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair 14.in the cold light i live to love and adore you 15.holding my breath for you epilogue. the ghosts that we knew
More Reading:
lover of the light Willa's third birthday
Summer of '03 The bridge: A scene that happen in every universe and also the point of divergence.
Landslide A no outbreak AU: Can you and Joel find each other when society stands tall, dictating what is and is not acceptable? Or will it keep you from one another?
Bonus Content:
Art commission based on chapter 12
#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller fanfiction#pedro pascal#woman (Joel Miller)
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i'm starvin, darlin - e.m.
Eddie Munson x Reader
Ç summary: Since coming back from the Upside Down, Eddie has slowly been changing. Each week seems to bring something different and he finds himself doing things he never thought he would.
Ç tags: gender neutral reader, no pronouns, no y/n. nickname used (sweetheart). mentions of season 4 final episode and what occurred. canon divergent (every one lived). it's not smut, but smut adjacent. it's sexy
Ç word count: 2k
Ç notes: i sat down and wrote an entire one shot in one sitting again. and i am also not going to edit this one. and i do not feel bad for lowercase hozier title, so don't even try me like that. if y'all really like it, i can add a part 2 with smut, but this is it for now
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There are still a lot of things Eddie is having to come to terms with since the night his heart stopped.
That night in the Upside Down, laying in Dustinâs arms, he had died. Without a doubt. Dustin had felt his pulse and there was nothing there. And though he didnât know CPR, had no idea what he was doing, Dustin had laid him down on the ground and started to beat against his chest. Like maybe if he hit hard enough and in the right place, his friend would come back to life.
Somehow it worked. No one bothered to ask why.
But they all knew something was wrong two days later. Eddie, barely breathing and with a weak heartbeat, had been dragged back to the surface and hidden away in the RV they had stolen. Someone watched him round the clock as they debated what to do. If they should try to get him to a hospital, how theyâd be able to explain it. But then something miraculous began to happen:
Eddie started healing. All on his own. Way faster than any person should have been able to.
His skin stitched itself back together faster than should be possible, leaving less scar tissue than it should have behind. His chest began to rise and fall in more steady breaths, his heart beat getting stronger, bones resetting themselves with slow and quiet creaks as he laid in that RV bed and slept. Heâd been asleep since they brought him back.
The day he woke up, his body had almost entirely healed itself. From the brink of death, having even stepped over to the other side, and now he was almost back to before it ever happened. It had only been a week.
Everyone rejoiced, refusing to question anything weird that may have happened in the Upside Down and just thinking they finally won for once. Max had casts on both her arms but was otherwise unharmed, Steve had recovered from his own injuries at the rate of a normal human and now sported a scar around his throat that he sometimes felt self conscious about. Dustin was on crutches with his broken leg for another month at least. Eddie was alive and whole and back to himself. Theyâd made it, everyone had made it.
He began to notice more and more things that were different as the days went on.
The first thing he caught on to was that he had the capability to be strong. Way stronger than someone who had recently been bed ridden should be. It was like in the comic books with the Hulk â if he wasnât paying attention or if he got too emotional, he could easily break anything. A walkman destroyed, a ceramic bowl reduced to shards, a metal pipe bent beyond fixing, the wooden handle of a hammer shattered in his grip. The boys were all present for the hammer incident and sighted it as one of the coolest things they had ever seen. They swarmed him, asking him how he did it, what else he could do, how strong he really was.
Only the other teens, Steve, Nancy, Robin, you, started to look a little bit closer.
When the next few changes became apparent, it was clear something unnatural had happened to Eddie that night in the Upside Down. He could feel other people's feelings. They brushed against his consciousness like ghosts whenever he looked at someone. Happiness like warm rays of sunshine, fear like a shuddering gust of wind, anger like hot coals pressed to his skin. It wasnât a conscious effort â in fact, there were a lot of times he wished he could turn it off. Whenever he looked too hard at someone, itâs like his brain adjusted to a different frequency and their emotions reached out to him, no matter what they were. And he didnât struggle to make sense of the sensations like he thought he might, his brain completed the dots easily at first, but then he began to recognize them consciously. It was certainly useful sometimes, especially when it came to you, but it still felt a bit invasive. When heâd explained it to a few people, he assured he tried to ignore it whenever he could, but sometimes he couldnât help but react. The icey spike of terror he felt when you woke up next to him from a nightmare. The velvet comfort that enveloped you and him when he held you after.
The first time he spoke into someoneâs mind it was an accident. Steve had whipped toward him, breath catching in his chest, eyes wide and mouth open in a gasp. Eddie felt it like ice down his spine. âDid you⌠You did that?â Heâd asked breathlessly. It had been so shocking, Eddie wasnât even sure whatâd he said, or projected, or whatever it was.
âI - I donât know.â
Steve stepped closer, suddenly looking determined. âTry to do it again.â
It was a slithering feeling when he dipped back into Steveâs mind. Like sliding his way in between cracks to a place he didnât belong, seeping into the forefront of his thoughts to plant one of his own. It made him feel dirty, uncomfortable, and wrong. But it worked. Steve explained it as having a thought like his own but it came out in Eddieâs voice instead. An intrusive thought but not an uncomfortable one.
As with all of the other discoveries, a meeting was called. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Will, El, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, and you. Steve did most of the talking while Eddie sat and looked at his hands. These meetings, while he acknowledged were important for everyone to keep track of his progression into⌠something, it still made him feel a bit like a zoo animal in a cage. A magician with a magic trick. All the boys immediately begged him to do it to them, they wanted to see what it felt like, wanted to see how easy it was for him to do it.Â
Nancy and Jonathan had shooed them, catching on to how overwhelmed Eddie was, their excitement and curiosity battering against him like a whipping wind of too much. Once it was just the older people in the room, you crossed over to where he was, kneeled down in front of him, reached out to hold his hand.
Pity felt like someone was pissing in his pants.
âAre you okay?â
How could he say no? How could he admit that he was scared, confused, and feeling more and more like a monster with the passing days? âItâs just a lot. To deal with.â
Your smile was pained as you pushed yourself up onto your calves and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His came around your waist on instinct, the breath feeling like a wheeze in his lungs as he held tight. Face pressed into your hair with his eyes squeezed shut, he inhaled deep in relief.
That was when the next thing changed.
It was a desire. A need. One he couldnât place a name to. Like he was desperately missing something, desperately craving something and he didnât know it was. It crawled under his skin like ants and sent him scratching for a feeling that couldnât be satiated. No matter what he tried: eating, drinking, masturbating, exercising. The feeling wouldnât go away. It got stronger day after day, his mind focusing more and more on the void it left behind until it was all he could think about.
Steve threw a little get together at his house once a month or so. Just time for everyone to get together, eat some food, listen to music, play board games, maybe watch a movie. This was the first get together since his hunger began.
He was sitting on the couch on his own, decompressing. While normally he was right in the middle of everything, today it was a lot to handle when he was hyperfocused on the crawling beneath his skin. He had his legs spread wide, hands resting on them, leaning deep into the cushions of the couch in Steveâs basement. While he had initially tried to close his eyes, hang his head back, maybe stare at the ceiling â he couldnât stop his attention from drifting back to you.
You and Eddie had been friends for a long time. Understandably, youâd gotten much closer after the events in March. The two of you had helped each other through hard nights of nightmares, panic attacks in parking lots, flashbacks in public. Youâd been a great comfort to him since he came back. But today your laugh sounded like music. The smell of your perfume hit him even across the room. Each emotion crashed over him in waves, pushing and receding like the tide as he tried to get off your frequency, unentangle himself from you before he did something he didnât mean to do.
Iâm starving.
Your back stiffened, the grip on your plastic cup getting just a bit tighter. A moment of fear quickly shifted to mellowed surprise, curiosity. Heâd never spoken into your mind before, hadnât meant to do so now. But you still shifted, your eyes slowly coasting across the room until you caught sight of him on the couch.
A shock of electricity shot down his spine as you made eye contact, his hands tightening over his thighs in reaction. Unsure exactly what to do, he settled for projecting again. Slithered his way into your ears and settled a respectful distance from the area heâd never been brave enough to venture. Sorry, he offered with a wince, didnât mean to.
What he didnât expect was the utter flood of feeling that hit him next. Like a drip of warm honey settling into the space between his hips, pooling there in a subtle swirl as the warmth from it started to diffuse outward. You realized youâd been staring and your eyes flit away, but the feeling didnât cease. In fact, it only got stronger. Your lower lip caught on your teeth as you shifted between your feet. Things that would be completely normal to see, wouldnât have anyone looking twice, but Eddie could. Your desire. The want that poured from you like water when your eyes first met his.
Was this the first time? Had something changed between you and him? Or had he just never caught on before?
The ants beneath his skin began to vibrate as he narrowed in on the feeling, on you. Like the part of him that had slithered into your thoughts was now bearing down, digging in for purchase, wanting to stay awhile and feed on this new feeling, what you were offering. It didnât even occur to him what he was doing, how invasive it might be, how wrong he normally would have felt. All he knew is that it felt like licking at the thing heâd been craving for so long and he was helpless to chase after it.
Sweetheart. It came easy as breathing now, teeth sunk into your consciousness from where you stood across the room. You whirled on him again, another flood of warmth hitting him deep as you leaned your hip against the counter you were standing next to and focused on him. Whatâs got you so worked up?
He couldnât even consider how bold he was suddenly being, the fear that he might ruin this friendship well out of his grasp. Especially when your embarrassment spiked along with the want, the pool of warmth now suddenly coming to life to have a heartbeat of its own. Your eyes widened, shifting on your feet again as you broke eye contact. It only took a few moments before you couldnât help but look back at him again. The buzzing settled further, now like a purr beneath his skin. It was bearable as long as you kept your eyes on him.
You wanna do something about it?
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#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson hurt/comfort#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson blurbs#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#myos ideas#vampire!Eddie munson#kas!eddie munson#myo4munson
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Fic recs ask! Do you have anything vanon divergent/post canon in those bookmarks? thank youuu
ANON I AM LITERALLY THE POST-CANON FAN OF ALL TIME. i got u covered! thank you for this ask <3
1. Scars by crazyrandomhappenklance
Pining | T+ | 1.1K
Lance never forgot the bonding moment he had with Keith; how could he? He also carries the memory of it permanently on his back. Heâs kept those scars and memories hidden for years, but one day he was bound to slip up. What is he still so scared of?
2. Longing by Isas_Identitty
Fix-it | E | 17K
After a sudden one-night-stand during the One-Year Anniverssary celebration of the end of the war, Lance and Keith start having a kind of friends with benefits arrangement. Keith is happy to not to get more than that, knowing Lance must still be feeling heartbroken after his relationship with Allura, but the more time he spends with him and is accepted by his family, the harder it gets to hold back his own feelings.
3. hey mom, i met a boy by disasteralex
Fix-it | T+ | 9.5K
The war was hard. Its end is even harder. But when Lance breaks, Keith and the others are there to help him heal.
Somewhere along the way, Keith finds his place in the universe, Shiro gets his happy ending, and Lance learns to fall in love again.
4. sick day by starlightment
Married | T+ | 1.8K
Lance catches a cold, and Keith does his absolute best.
5. the simplicity of forever by Silverine
Established relationship | T+ | 3.5K
It's almost Instructor Lance McClain's birthday, and he wants this one to be an epic celebration in his new house, with all his friends, family, and of course, his boyfriend.
But Keith had to pick this birthday to act all mysterious and unpredictable, right?
6. 'Tis the Season for Conspiracies by Reader115
Getting together | T+ | 10K
While on a relief mission, Keith insists on several Christmastime traditions after heâs hit by an alien substance that seems to have made him fall in love with Christmas
7. collide the spaces that divide us by skyestiel
Pining | T+ | 4K
âTeam leaders.â Keith repeats the phrase, haltingly, and looks to Lance.
âWell, the leader and his right-hand man.â
A smile softens Keithâs features. âIâve always liked the sound of that. âThe leader and his right-hand man.ââ
8. Say Yes To The Mess by AstroLatte
Fluff | G | 4.2K
Keith wants to sweep Lance off his feet with his proposal, that is if he doesn't get himself killed first.
ANYWAYS I hope y'all enjoy this list! I tried to rec some that were decently known alongside a bunch that weren't, and avoided all my fics that have, like, 20K or more hits. JFC klancers are crazy. I LOVE post-canon and will definitely end up reccing more fics that include this au in the future <3
#send more fic rec requests!#i love them#fic recs#klance fic recs#klance fics#lance mcclain#voltron#klance#keith kogane#vld#klance fic#langst#keith vld#vld fanfic#vld fic#klance fanfiction#voltron lance#voltron legendary defender#lance vld#ask bluemantics#bluemantics recs fics
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SuperPhantom Week 2024, go!
What: A week to celebrate the bestest crossover â Danny Phantom / Supernatural (TV 2005)! Fanfic, fanart, playlists/music, other multimedia or crafts, whatever you want, are all welcome! There are themed prompts for each day, so try to include it and more or as little as you want!
When: September 7th, 2024 - September 13th, 2024
Day 1: Sept. 7th - Divine / Impiety Day 2: Sept. 8th - Strange Day 3: Sept. 9th - Family / Outsider Day 4: Sept. 10th - Song (Fic) Day 5: Sept. 11th - Right / Left Day 6: Sept. 12th - Tools of the Trade Day 7: Sept. 13th - Free
*I will catch up on what I've missed in the following week to the best of my ability, but can't guarantee any swiftness. Submissions may show up the day after their prompt as I queue them up.
Sentence prompt for the week:
âHey, itâs okay, itâs okay.â
How: Post your works on Tumblr with the tags #superphantomweek2024 and #superphantom. Iâll reblog them here! Submissions to the week can also be added to this Ao3 Collection!
Just want everyone to have fun with this old little crossover here, so be free and be merry!!! <3
Below are extra details and information for each day.
Honorable mentions for extra brownie points:
Focus on side characters from either show! Last (few) season(s) nonsense Where do ghosts fit in the war between heaven and hell?
Day 1: Sept. 7th - Divine / Impiety
Do you think God lives in Heaven because He, too, lives in fear of what He's created Here on Earth? - Spy Kids 2
Divine: Angelic Presence, Angels, Grace, Holy, God(s), Wings, Pie, Fudge, Resurrection, Prophets
Impiety: Deals, Crossroads, Demon, Betrayal, Curse, Desecration, King of Hell, Abomination, Half-human (Nephilim, Cambion), Halfas (Half Angel & Half Ghost)
Day 2: Sept. 8th - Strange
There's something wrong with those boys... Something off about that house...
Too Many Eyes, Charade, Fleeting Glimpses, Veil, Death Defying, Midwestern Gothic, Limbo/Purgatory, Horror, Biblically Accurate, Ghosts, Weird Age Club
Day 3: Sept. 9th - Family / Outsider
This is about the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb, or neither or.
Family: Children, Childhood, Siblings, Old Friend, Blood, Fluff, Teamwork, Bonds
Outsider: Accidental Meeting, Secret, Outside POV, Found Footage, Ghost Facers, Wrongfully Accused, Strange Bedfellows, Incorrect Assumptions
Day 4: Sept. 10th - Song (Fic)
We've got a long road ahead of us... can't just sit in silence! Or can we...?
Mixtape, CD burn, Radio, Voice, Enochian, Ghost Speak, Silence, Lullaby
Day 5: Sept. 11th - Right / Left
The usual canon divergence, even canon compliance... or something even further removed!
Right: Time Travel, Pre-canon, The End AU, It's a Terrible Life AU
Left: Roleswap, Fantasy AU, Sci-fi, Multi-Crossover
Day 6: Sept. 12th - Tools of the Trade
These vary by profession. What are yours?
Overshadowing, Shot gun, Blade, Salt Circle, Trap, Ghost Portal, Ectoplasm, Impala, Feton AV, Cold Iron, Disguise, Fire, Possession, Wail, Monster of the Week, Summoning
Day 7: Sept. 13th - (Team) Free (Will)
New beginnings. Final endings. Let's do it all over again, it's only just getting started. Or is it?
Friday the 13th, Unlucky, Carry On My Wayward Son, Thrill, whatever you want!
*Take what you like, leave what you don't; these are all just extra suggestions for each day to help get the brain wrinkling up! Send any questions my way~
#superphantom#supernatural#danny phantom#dp x spn#spn#dp au#dp xover#is day 4 just my hairbrained attempt to get music recs out of people? why yes yes it is uwu#thank you to everyone who filled out the prompt form!!! <3#i will love any submissions that include side characters so so so muuuuchhh#*blinks cutely*#superphantomweek2024#danny phantom au#supernatural au#if there's a typo or error anywhere u didnt see that
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hold my hand through it
A/N: oh, nothing just thinking about being taken care of by a lovely boy :( (gif creds: @keery)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader
Summary: Even if there ends up being someone else to turn to, he hopes you always pick him. Especially now, battered and sore and desperate. 1.8k words.
Warnings: season 4 canon divergence, canon level gore, (secret) mutual pining, a hint of best friends to.... lovers?, hurt/comfort, pet names (sunshine, honey, baby), wound/scar description
The clench of your jaw and the way you slump into the dusty cushions of the Wheeler's old couch is telltale. Steve's side aches when your hand curls over your own ribs, the fabric of your band tee wet and sticky beneath your fingers. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie filter through the thickly fogged rooms, waving their flashlights up the steps and walls in slow circles. He watches the ashen air fill your lungs, the realization splintering your face, and you'd scramble to the bathroom if you could get up.
You glance up to find he's watching you.
"Steve?" you squeak. And tears spill over the rims of your eyes, down your cheeks, wetting the corner of your mouth and the column of your throat.
"Woah, woah," he huffs, skidding to his knees at your feet and winding his fingers around your wobbly wrist, uncertainty making you ache and hyperventilate even with his soft brown eyes honeyed over the blood like antibiotic. "Hey, eyes on me, sunshine, look at me."
But you're flickering between your soaked shirt and the delicate slope of his nose, between your scrape and the forgiveness he harbors in his slumped shoulders.
"There you go," he says, "can I...?"
You nod. Lifting your arms, it hurts. Like the skin was trying to heal just to be stretched apart again. You hiss, and he cradles your wrist back down.
"Ooh, careful, honey, don't push yourself. You've been hurt enough for one night."
"Is it bad? Steve," you cry, and he looks up to find your chin wobbling. It breaks his heart. "Steve, please, is it bad?"
"No. No, honey. It's alright." But the panic sets in around your eyes, wrinkling your forehead as blood trickles across your knuckle.
"How bad is it? Fffuck, it's bad, isn't it?" There's a maroon pool, slipping through the hardwood cracks beneath the tangle of your fingers and his.
"No, c'mon, you're fine. You're good," he huffs. Your eyes slink closed out of exhaustion or fear or the fact that it's so easy. "Baby, keep your eyes open, please. I'll go find a first aid kit. Promise me you'll keep 'em open 'till I'm back."
You frown, and his heart races. You were supposed to be the one to make it out. Back to reality. You were supposed to be his forever in the real world. Not just in this fucked up, pitch black underworld. Someone must be playing a trick on him. He's gonna wake up tomorrow to the sun hot on his face and you smiling sweetly back at him, fingers combing through his hair. He blinks hard just in case.
When he opens them, you're nodding.
"I promise." It sounds so weak dribbling from your cracked lips. Steve wipes the dirt from your jaw before darting to the lower level bathroom.
He roots desperately through the cabinets, sweat pricking across the back of his neck and his forehead and his scalp and his cheeks. God, he needs a shower and to make you better and to be home safe in his bed. With you.
You take a shaky, deep breath when he reappears with a dull, blue box under his arm. He sits beside you, wincing at the constricted noise that escapes your scratchy throat.
"What've we got... gauze, yes. Bandages, yes. Antiseptic, fuck yeah. We're in business, baby. Still with me?"
You nod weakly, hissing when he lifts your wrist into his lap. He watches your face as he rips the antiseptic wipes open.
"Gonna hurt, okay?"
A strangled sound escapes you and your head lulls onto his shoulder.
"Okay, sunshine. So proud of you, doin' great," he hums, pressing his dry lips to your damp temple. You grab for the hem of his sweater when he pats the blood from your gash. He can tell you're struggling to stay quiet, muscles tense and fingers wringing. You're tightly wound, and yet, you can feel yourself losing control.
Or maybe it's more like surrender. Relinquishment of your responsibility over your own blood. And you only do it because it's so easy to let him command it. Especially when he's so gentle in cleaning your wounds, why shouldn't you share your hurt if he's so willing to bear it.
His fingers spread neosporin over the cut, which is suddenly clean and only a little irritated. You can't help but watch him, so focused on packing the cotton and tightly sealing the wound with gauze.
"Alright?" Steve hums, and god, those brown eyes deserve their own gallery. He waits for an answer, but you're distracted and pouting at the thought of him putting your hurt before his own. Everyone has scrapes and cuts and soreness from climbing and running and falling. You saw it in his limp. And yet, he looked to you and didn't hesitate to kneel beside you and tend to your open wound. "Sunshine?"
"Yeah," you sigh, more sure than before, "feels better."
"Yeah?" he chuckles, "Feels better? That's good. I'm glad." He sighs, trying not to anticipate your reaction to the next step. He knows it's going to hurt. "Let's get you changed, okay?"
You bat your lashes up at him. That's what he was worried about. You're gonna do it, but it hurts his conscience to know how much pain the process will put you through. He stands from the couch, whipping off his sweater and shivering a little at the hellish chill.
Usually, you'd made a joke about his promiscuity. Something or other about him taking it all off. Maybe a catcall or two. He honestly misses it. The silence is deafening.
"Lift your arms."
You do, wincing and grating your teeth.
"Slowly. There you go." Once your arms are sufficiently above your head, he tugs at the soaked hem of your tee. He feels bad for cringing at the state of your side: sticky and dark red, a chunk of skin missing. Thankfully, itâs not too deep, but it still makes his heart clench.
He canât bring himself to look in your eyes, knowing the strain and suffering heâll find. Doe-wide and pleading as he tosses your shirt aside.
âDefinitely wonât be needing that anymore,â he teases, looking at the bundled up pile of blood and cotton.
âToo bad,â you shudder, âthat was my favorite.â
He grins.
With your arms still above your head, he carefully fits the rest of the gauze around your ribcage, cleaning the excess grime built up around the gash. He can tell youâre fighting to keep your eyes open as he pulls your hands through the sleeves of his damn yellow sweater. You always said it reminded you of a fuzzy bumble bee, a lingering title that he bore proudly.
He thinks you look so beautiful. Even now, streaked with dirt and ozzing blood. He thinks he'll never get used to your lazy smile and how you reach for his hand even when it hurts. His heart skips a beat feeling the warmth flood back into your fingers. "Careful, baby. Don't hurt yourself."
"Okay, Stevie," you whisper. You still have plenty of wounds that need tending to, but you're glad Steve was there for you. "Thank you."
He nods like it's all second nature. Shrugs it off like he didn't just save your life.
"Know what I'm looking forward to?" Steve says. It cuts through the fog suddenly. A welcome breath of fresh air in a conversation. "French toast."
You laugh, but stop short at the pinch of your ribs.
"Shit. Didn't mean to make you laugh. Well, I mean I did, just didn't intend for it to hurt," he says, looking a little guilty. Then, he looks over at you and his stomach drops. "Honeyâ"
"Sorry"âyou choke a little, tears pouring hot down your cheeks, leaving clean streaks through the sheen of grimeâ"Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying."
"It's okay, you can cry. C'mere," he hums, resting your head back on his shoulder. He catches a tear from your cheek on his knuckle, wiping it on his collar then pushing the hair from your face.
"I'm just," you sigh. "I think I'm overwhelmed. And in pain. Obviously."
He smiles, sympathy tugging at his heartstrings when you inhale sharply.
"I know." It's mumbled against your forehead, his eyes closed and his voice hushed.
...
Eight months and a couple stitches later, the scar tissue on your forearm glistens gossamer in the sunlight as you face the push-door to the Hawkins gym. Thereâs a low roar coming from inside; the squeaking of shoes and blaring brass section welcomes you back. Steve had asked you to be his date to Lucasâ last game of the season. You couldnât refuse.
Steve spots you as soon as you enter, his caramel hair sweeping soft across his forehead. Free of all the sweat and blood and weight it had that twisted spring evening. Seeing you again makes his heart soar. Knowing for a fact youâre safe and healthy. It makes him sweeter on you than heâd like to admit.
You climb the bleachers to the spot he has saved next to him. He kisses your cheek, which surprises you.
âI thought we werenât kissing in public, yet,â you whisper. Yet, he remembers. He had agreed to that, he supposes. Only after youâd both hastily shared one outside your door one night and decided it would be best to share the rest of them where the kids couldnât tease you incessantly. He scrunches his nose, shoving his nervous hands into his jean pockets.
âWell, you still owe me a certain yellow sweaterâs worth of kisses,â he teases, âBesides, I donât think anyone noticed.â You scowl playfully up at him, nudging his side.
âI told you you could have it back!â
âNah. Looks better on you anyway.â He shrugs. He wouldnât take it back if it came with a million dollars cash. Itâs rightfully yours. âYou know what I could go for right now?â
You tilt your head in amusement. âFrench toast?â
âYou know me so well.â
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