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i will go to lunar valleys in my mind ✧ tamlin & azriel

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pairing: tamlin x archeron!fem!reader; azriel x archeron!sister

summary: to azriel, you are the most brilliant star shining in the night sky.

word count: 7,954

warnings?: angst with a happy ending, pining, not proofread

PART ONE

Azriel stared at the cream invitation. It had landed in front of him just moments earlier, but he had already read it a few dozen times. The words were seared into his mind. You are cordially invited to the mating ceremony of High Lord Tamlin and High Lady Y/N. High Lady. You were Spring’s High Lady. There was no way, he knew, that you could, would, ever return to Velaris when you had a court to run. He had been invited to your coronation, too, months ago. But in the year since you left for Spring, he never visited. Despite Feyre and Rhys’s insistence that you missed him, and Lucien’s chastising him for never going, and even Elain’s quiet disapproval, he knew better than to make the journey. He meant what he said to Rhys all that time ago.

If he went to Spring, he would bring you straight back home.

Because he had built you a home. Azriel knew how you never felt truly at home in any of Rhys’s homes—not the Town House, not the House of Wind, and not the River House. The House of Wind was the most comfortable to you, because it offered the most solitary, but it was not your home. One night, you had told him of your dream home. A quaint cottage in the woods, close enough to the city to go when you pleased but far enough to still be calm. A nice personal library, a cozy kitchen. A big fireplace that you could curl up with a nice book. Azriel committed those details to memory and spent many months making your dream home come a reality. He intended for it to be a mating gift, for when the bond finally snapped for you.

It only collected dust.

He sat there now, at the dining table he had spent weeks picking out. His shadows flitted about, hissing at him to go to Spring. To get you before you were tied to Tamlin forever. Azriel would not. He couldn’t force you to sacrifice your happiness for his sake. You had to be happy. That was why you never returned to Velaris. You were happy in perfect Spring with your perfect mate. To bring you back here would only taint you.

“You are not going,” Rhysand said. Azriel didn’t look up from the invitation to know his High Lord had winnowed into the room. Rhys had found out about the house a few weeks after you left, concerned when Azriel hadn’t reported for any missions.

“I haven’t gone there in a year. Why would I go now?”

“I thought the same when I was going to let Feyre live her life with Tamlin. And then she called down the bond, and I was whisking her away without any thought of the consequences.” Rhysand leaned over the table, pushing down on the invitation so that Azriel would look up at him. “She is happy with him. She looks alive when she is with him.”

“And she looked dead with me?”

It was a cheap shot, and Azriel knew it. But he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he wasn’t right for you. That the Mother had made a mistake. There were so many poorly-matched mates, and he was certain this was the case when the bond snapped for him. If you were content with Tamlin, then that meant you didn’t feel the same hole in your soul that Azriel did.

His High Lord let out a sigh. “You know that’s not what I mean, brother. You remember how she looked when we forced them apart. She is finally happy again, and I won’t let anyone jeopardize it. Feyre won’t allow it.”

Azriel shoved Rhysand’s hand off the invitation. He stared at the date. It was six months away. A long time to be sending announcements for a mating ceremony, but it was surely to be a huge event for the High Lord and Lady of Spring. He imagined it would be the biggest event of the year. His teeth ground together. That should be you and him.

He dropped the invitation and rose from his seat. Shadows swirled around him as he stalked out of the house. Ignoring Rhysand’s calls behind him, Azriel took off into the air. He couldn’t stand this anymore.

“They didn’t come,” you whispered, head leaning against Tamlin’s chest. His arms wound around you. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Your face crumpled. Letting out a shuddering breath, you said, “I shouldn’t be surprised. They haven’t come here in months, but I thought…I thought they would come.”

A finger tilted your chin up so you would look up at your mate. Tamlin’s eyes were soft. “If they’re the ones who decide to burn bridges, it is not your fault.”

“I know, but…” You sighed. You looked out the large window overlooking the gardens. Despite the blanket of night covering the grounds, you could see the beautiful, blossoming rose bush Tamlin had planted earlier that month. A tradition, he’d said. “I hoped something would have changed.”

Tamlin leaned his cheek on the top of your head. His steady breathing was the only thing keeping your from sinking to the floor. “I know it hurts, but it’s their loss. You are an amazing female, my love. I could never understand why they’d want to throw that all away, but that is their mistake to make.”

You wiggled out of his arms and stepped closer to the window. Your hand pressed against the cold glass. “I don’t understand what changed. I thought things were going well. Feyre stopped glaring at you to your face—”

“What?”

“—she still glared behind your back, but it was an improvement. Rhysand didn’t make comments wishing for your death. Even Nesta held her tongue. The only one who never came around was Azriel, which hurts because I thought him my friend. But for them to all decide I’m not worth the trouble anymore? It feels like they carved out my heart and stomped on it.”

Tamlin was silent for a long moment. You could feel his eyes looking you over, searching for any sign that you were about to waste away like Feyre had. Down the bond, you feel his love and comfort. But…there was something else there. Pain, anguish. Were you hurting Tamlin somehow? Were you making him doubt your love for him by talking about this? You looked over your shoulder at him.

“There is still cake from the celebration. I’ll go get a couple slices from the kitchen, and some wine. Does that sound alright?”

You nodded. Tamlin smiled and left the room. You looked back out the window. Part of you was tempted to push the window open, scale down the wall, and run through the gardens until the pain of the loss of your family was only a dull ache. The other part of you just wanted to be held by your mate.

You loved Tamlin. You really, truly did. But, in recent months, you felt like there was something missing. When the high of getting to know him, accepting the bond, and becoming High Lady of Spring finally died down, you were left with a hole in your chest. Small, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking, but enough to make you question everything.

Had you been wrong to come here?

Something tugged in your chest. Ordinarily, you would have thought it would be Tamlin. He always was so quick to send you comfort through the bond, but this felt different. Colder, but a comforting sort of cold. The kind of cold of a fan being waved on you during a sweltering summer day. The cold of a drink after hours of laborous work. The cold of a shadow slithering around your hand, pulling you out of harm’s way. The cold of Azriel’s hands on your burning face as you sobbed at being forcibly separated from your mate.

It tugged harder. It felt closer to snapping. But to what? You had a mate. You had Tamlin. What other sort of snapping could there be?

Your hands tugged at your hair. You had been so sure months ago. Why were you spiraling now? What had changed? It was more than your family, your sisters, not showing up to your mating ceremony. No, this was something deeper. Something that you had been ignoring for too long. Something that was starting to boil over. Tears began to streak down your face. A scream of frustration fell out as your hand smacked against the pane.

The temperature in the room dropped.

“Are you hurt?”

Everything went still. Slowly, you peeled yourself off the window. No. He couldn’t be here. Not after all this time. He hadn’t deigned to see you in over a year. You had sent invitations and letters, and they had all gone unanswered. Even when you told Feyre to pass him along the message that you missed him, you never got a response. Yes, you had left without a goodbye. But did that mean you deserved to be ignored?

Perhaps he truly only saw you as the latest object of his affections. Perhaps you never were anything close to a friend of his.

A hand stroked your hair. You sucked in a breath. “I swear, if he’s hurt you, I will snuff out this Cauldron-forsaken court’s light before he can even blink.”

You scoffed. Slowly you turned, your eyes narrowing at him. “That’s rich. If you care so much about my well-being, where were you the last year? Did Feyre send you here to tell me that she’s throwing in the towel? That she’s decided I’m not worth the effort? That she’s forbidden everyone else from coming to Spring, too?”

Azriel blinked. “What?”

“I mean, it was rich for her to not come today. It would make sense for Rhysand not to come if she didn’t. But for everyone else to not make an appearance? Even Lucien wasn’t here, and he’s Tamlin’s best friend! No one has been here in months! I can only assume the High Lady ordered gave orders to stay away.” You shook your head. “You must only be here to finally clue me in, so I’ll stop littering their desks with silly little invitations.”

He took a step closer to you. You wished you had the space to back away. Shadows wrapped around your ankles. He reached out to hold your face, but you jerked away. It was impossible to miss the hurt in his hazel eyes. And—why did your chest ache? “I’m afraid I’m the reason no one made an appearance.”

Pain struck through you. Azriel? Did he truly think so little of you because you chose your mate? You once overheard a fight he had with Rhysand—heard him say that it was only fair that he had a sister. With Feyre, Nesta, and Elain all happily taken, that had left you. Did he convince them all to hate you because you chose Tamlin over him?

You pushed him away. “How dare you,” you hissed.

“It’s not what you think—”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s much worse. You couldn’t have Mor, but that was fine because at least it was because she prefers females. You couldn’t have Elain. That was fine, because there was another Archeron sister waiting in the wings, praying to be picked. But then you couldn’t have me, and you had to poison everyone against me.” You gave him your harshest glare. “Why couldn’t you have pined after someone else? I hear Gwyn is single. Why didn’t you go after her? Why did you have to stoop so fucking low?”

“I didn’t!” he shouted. His voice echoed off the walls. You were sure Tamlin could hear him, but you didn’t care. Not when it felt like your chest was caving in.

“I thought you were my friend, Azriel. I may not have always treated you the best, and I apologize for that. But I know when I’m only being picked because I’m the last option available. I deserve better than that, and you know it. Of everyone, you should know that. What did I do to deserve such cruelty?”

“Nothing!” He ran his fingers through his hair. His shadows swirled around in a flurry. Was he about to set them out to attack you? Get rid of you as a final fuck you? “They weren’t here because I am going crazy without you!”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re my fucking mate, Y/N!”

Any words you were ready to spit out dried out in your mouth. What? That couldn’t be possible. You had a mate already. You had Tamlin. And yet…There was still that tugging in your chest. Familiar, but not.

“I have known since Nyx’s birth. I wanted to wait until it snapped for you, but it didn’t. It snapped for fucking Tamlin. As cruel as it is, I was grateful that Feyre and Rhys took you from him. At least it gave me a chance to make you see me. But then I came back from that mission and you were gone.” Azriel took a tentative step towards you again. You made no effort, this time, to push him away. “It fucking killed me to know you were gone. No one saw me for a month afterwards. I started to come around, eventually, but it was never the same without you there. I didn’t come here, to Spring, because if I did, I would have stolen you away again, because I cannot live without you. Then, six months ago, I received the invitation to your mating ceremony, and I lost it. Disappeared. Everyone has been on the hunt for me, to make sure I didn’t cause a war between our courts.”

You stared at him, unblinking. The ache in your chest only grew stronger. Could he be right? Could he truly be your mate? But what would that make Tamlin? Was it possible to be mistaken over who your mate was? Was it possible to have two mates? You wanted to cry—for you, and for Azriel.

“I apologize for what my actions have done.”

“Why are you here now?” you asked. He said nothing, so you continued, “You stayed away this long. Why are you here now?”

Azriel let out a breath. “I had to see if you were happy. I…I imagine the mating ceremony has already been consummated, which would complicate things, but…If there was any chance, any at all, that I could be your knight in shining armor, I had to take it. If you were, I would leave you be. Let you live out your life as Spring’s High Lady and never again interfere. So, I have to ask, are you happy?”

That tug in your chest finally snapped. All at once, everything Azriel felt came crashing through. The full extent of his pain, the anguish raging through his body. The glimmer of hope as he stared down at you, waiting for your answer. Your hand reached out without you thinking, touching his chest. You could almost see the golden thread binding you to him.

“Yes,” you said.

You watched the rise and fall of his chest, the gleam of his siphon bouncing off at you. “But?”

“I feel a hole in my soul.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah?”

“One, that I’m beginning to realize, is shaped like an Illyrian.”

The smile grew. He reached out, cupping your face in his large hands. Azriel’s thumbs swiped over your cheeks. You hadn’t realized you’d been crying. Leaning against his palm, a smile began to cross your face. Azriel leaned in, nose brushing against yours, until his lips connected with yours.

A gasp escaped you at the contact. It was…electric. Unlike anything you experienced with Tamlin, save for the intensity of it all. If Tamlin was the innocent joy, Azriel was the passionate fervor. You had experienced the frenzy with Tamlin, but you were sure it would pale in comparison to Azriel. You could feel the full weight of his emotions through the bond—the lust, the adoration, the desire for more.

A chord struck in you. If you could feel all of this with Azriel, then Tamlin could—

Tamlin’s snarl ripped through the room.

He fought to keep a lid on his barely-constrained anger. Whenever Tamlin felt such explosive anger, he had a tendency to hurt those he cared about. You deserved better than that. And, even if your relationship with Feyre had become strained, he was sure she would make good on her threat anyways. But, Mother, how else was he supposed to react when that Cauldron damned Shadowsinger was kissing his mate?

Tamlin had suspected for a long time that Azriel harbored feelings for you. When you came to the ball, Azriel clung to you like a leech. Always hovering, always watching you. And when Azriel would leave you, those damned shadows of his would always linger. Even when Tamlin finally got a moment alone with you, the Shadowsinger burst in the room as if thought Tamlin was about to hurt you—pulled you out of his arms, tried to keep you from him. He knew there was a reason Azriel hadn’t visited once—hadn’t even sent word to you—in the last year. He just never thought the Illyrian would have the audacity to whisk you away hours after your mating ceremony.

It must be a Night Court tradition.

You pushed Azriel away—too gentle for Tamlin’s liking—and stepped toward him. Your eyes were wide, apologetic. You reached out for him, urged him to wrap his arms around you. He did, but not once did he look away from Azriel. He didn’t trust that the Illyrian brute wouldn’t stab him in the back at the first opportunity. Especially not with Truth-Teller strapped to his waist.

“I can explain, Tam,” you said, cheek pressed against his chest.

Tamlin smoothed a hand over your hair. He tugged on the bond, let you know that he was not upset with you. He could never be upset with you. “You are not to blame, my love.”

“Of course I am. I wanted Az to kiss me.”

A growl rumbled deep in his chest before he could stop it. Okay, perhaps he could be upset with you a little. Though, he supposed he couldn’t fault you entirely for harboring feelings for the Shadowsinger. You had told Tamlin once that, although you were suspicious about Azriel’s motivations at times, he had been something of a friend. The only one, save for your sisters, that you could call a friend. When you’re that lonely, it’s easy to fall for the one person who’s kind to you. But that didn’t mean Tamlin had to like it.

“He’s my mate, too, Tam.”

He pulled away. He searched your eyes for anything sign of deceit, for any sign of manipulation. Tamlin found none. He looked back at Azriel, who still stood far away, watching you carefully. It looked like he was ready to yank you away from Tamlin at the first sign of distress. Night Court folk always held grudges.

This was…unexpected. If Tamlin didn’t trust you, he might have thought you were trying to deceive him. Triads had existed a long time ago, when Prythian was in its infancy. There was a time where there were more males than females. People believed that the Mother would allow the female multiple mates in an effort to stop the fighting over the few, precious females that existed. Of course, all of this was speculative—a work of fiction. No one had seen a triad in millennia. No one was sure they’d ever existed at all.

Yet, when Tamlin pressed his nose to your hair, he didn’t just smell your scent mixed with his. There was something different, less familiar. It was faint. Barely noticeable unless he searched for it. A mating bond, in its infancy. As he turned his gaze to Azriel, he knew who it belonged to.

“What do you want?” Tamlin near-growled at Azriel, still cradling you against his chest.

“For her to be happy,” Azriel said. “I was going to let her go, never reveal the bond. I was going to let her live a life with you, but I had to make sure she was happy before I gave her up forever.”

Tamlin wanted to say that you were happy. That you had all you needed here. And, yes, you were happy. You loved the Spring Court. If Tamlin thought you beautiful at the ball, it paled in comparison to the way you seemed to come alive in Spring. But he couldn’t deny that, in recent months, as the Inner Circle stopped coming, as it became clear that Azriel would never visit, that something inside of you was dying.

And he had heard the tail end of your conversation with Azriel before he kissed you. You wanted Azriel as a mate. Tamlin knew better than to deny you of that. He never again wanted to see you as lifeless as you had been when he brought you home from the Night Court.

“She’s High Lady,” he said, “she cannot be whisked away from here.”

“I understand,” Azriel said. “Perhaps, though, she could spend a few months with me, in the Night Court? Most of her year will be spent here, ruling by your side. I only ask for some time.”

You turned your head to look at Azriel. Your brows pinched together. “You would do that?”

“I would rather only have a part of you than none at all.”

Tamlin looked down at you. He hated the idea of you being taken away to the Night Court. It reminded him too much of how Rhysand had grabbed you and winnowed you away—of how Night’s High Lord had done the same to Feyre years prior. The nasty, jealous part of him roared at the thought of you going. But when he looked at your hope-filled eyes, he knew he wouldn’t deny you.

To Azriel, he said, “Give us the month to get our affairs in order.”

Azriel nodded. It was done.

“Be careful with her,” Tamlin hissed.

Azriel rolled his eyes as he picked you up. One hand cradled the back of your head, the other hooked under your legs. Your arms looped around his neck. Though winnowing you would be easier, quicker, Azriel dreamed of flying you to the home he built for you.

“She is not a doll so easily broken.”

You scratched at the back of his neck. Azriel’s knees nearly buckled. Though you intended the action to be a means of chastising him, he only thought about how nice it would feel to have those pretty polished nails of yours rake down his back. “Play nice. Both of you,” you said.

Tamlin stepped over to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “If you change your mind,” he said, “let me know. I’ll bring you home.”

Azriel stepped away before you could kiss Tamlin on the mouth. It was petty of him, to be sure. But he didn’t like the implication that you would not feel at home with him. What did Tamlin know? He wasn’t there for you when you came out of the Cauldron. When you were only a shell, sat at a piano all hours of the day, the melody of your pain echoing through Velaris. Tamlin was not there to hold you as you cried, begging for the pain to end. Tamlin never begged Rhysand to go into your mind, to give you pleasant dreams, so that even if you only experienced peace in your sleep, at least you got to feel it.

Tamlin might have taken you from the Night Court. He may have made you his High Lady. And he may love you, but he didn’t know you hurt like Azriel did. He did not make the same promise Azriel did to never let you be hurt again. He did not know that, as Azriel was returning from that mission, he was planning to ask if you wished for him to take you to Spring. He was going to give you the choice that he and the rest of the Inner Circle so terribly deprived you of. Azriel had only been angry when you were gone because he never got to tell you goodbye, never got the chance to see you one last time before sending you off for your fairytale ending. But then, after the Inner Circle’s first visit, Feyre told him you looked like an entirely different person.

Tamlin might love you, but he wouldn’t sacrifice his happiness to let you be with another male.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” Azriel asked you.

The week before, Tamlin had sent your clothes, some books, and sheet music ahead. Azriel took special care to set up your room. It was the master bedroom, of course. Azriel relegated himself to a smaller guest room. Even if you were going with him to see if you truly wanted the bond with him, he was not going to force you to share a room with him.

“I’m sure,” you said. You turned to Tamlin and nodded your head at him, urging him closer. Reluctantly, Azriel did not step away this time. He could deny Tamlin all he wanted, but he wouldn’t do that to you. The High Lord leaned down and kissed you softly. “I’m write you, Tam.”

Tamlin smiled. “I eagerly await your letters.”

After bidding him another farewell kiss, you let Azriel take to the skies. Although Azriel was not fond of his Illyrian heritage—the culture and its males, save for his brothers, disgusted him—he would never tire of flying. He didn’t think it could ever get any better, but that was before he had you in arms, clinging tightly to him while he flew over all of Prythian.

A laugh, a beautifully loud laugh, escaped you as he pushed himself faster and faster. He shot you a wicked grin and a wink before shooting straight up, turning over backwards, before righting himself on course again. The laugh turned to a scream. Your nails dug into the back of his neck.

“What?” he teased. “Don’t like going upside down?”

“You’re rotten,” you said, but you smiled up at him anyways. He liked your smile. You smiled with your whole face. Pretty dimples, crinkled corners of your eyes. Even your eyes themselves seemed to twinkle.

“Yeah? I think you’ll find I’m the rottenest of the bunch.”

“Not so rotten if you’re my mate, though.”

Azriel prayed you couldn’t see how red his face was turning. If you did, you didn’t say anything. Only further settled in his arms, watching the clouds as you passed them by.

Though Azriel preferred flying fast, loved the thrill of it all, he found himself wishing he had savored this moment a little longer as he landed outside of the home he built for you. He sat you gently on the ground, a hand on the small of your back as you steadied yourself.

“I thought we would go to the River House or the House of Wind,” you said.

He couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or not. You only stared up at the cobblestoned cottage, the wisteria growing along the walls. You eyed the window boxes filled with your favorite flowers. Azriel opened his mouth, ready to offer to take you elsewhere, when you turned your gaze to him.

“What is this place? How have I never known about it?”

“It was supposed to be a mating gift,” Azriel said. He couldn’t look at you, afraid for how you might react, so he stared up at the cottage. “You told me, once, about your dream home. I can only hope that this compares.”

“When did you build it?”

“I started it the day after I found out we were mates,” Azriel said. And because he knew you were going to ask when that was, he continued, “The day Nyx was born—when you were crying because you were so scared about losing half your family and I just held you. That’s when I knew.”

You said nothing for a long moment. Azriel swallowed a lump in his throat, praying to the Mother he hadn’t scared you away. That you wouldn’t ask to be taken back to Spring, this entire thing be damned. You didn’t do that, though.

No, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth instead. “Thank you, Az.”

Shadows flitted around the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients you wanted and bringing them to you. Azriel often chided you for turning his shadows, the very things he used to spy and torture and kill, into little pets, but he loved it all the same. There was something he liked about you exposing the darkest parts of him to the light. Besides, it was his fault for leaving the shadows behind with you while he went to the market.

You placed the tray in the oven, giggling as the shadows pulled you away to shut the door on their own, another group of shadows fiddling with the knobs so that it was at the right temperature. As the brownies baked, you took to cleaning up the mess you made. Humming a tune, you began to collect the dishes, swaying your hips as you took them over to the sink.

In the month since you had returned to the Night Court, you quite enjoyed spending time with Azriel. His plan to sleep in the guest room did not last long, for you found yourself so enamored with him that you practically dragged him into your bed. That was the first time his shadows allied themselves with you. A part of you, now, dreaded the idea of having to leave him behind when you returned to Spring. Tamlin and Azriel did not get on well, but you were certain they could at least learn to tolerate each other if they spent time with each other.

You dried off your hands, gazing out the window over the sink. Somewhere beyond there were the rest of your family. Though Azriel had reacquainted himself with the Inner Circle, apologized for causing as much trouble as he had, he had not revealed that you were in the Night Court. He glamoured his scent so that they could not pick up on how your own scent mixed in. You wondered how Tamlin might have responded to their inquiries to visit you in Spring, but Azriel didn’t say much besides Feyre worried she had offended you.

Good, you mused. She should be worried. She had made you grieve your relationship with her. She made you sick as you contemplated where you went wrong. She made you feel like you lost your entire family by choosing your mate. If she sat in worry, she deserved it.

A shadow tugged on your wrist, alerting you to the fact that the brownies were finished. The shadows didn’t allow you to take the tray out yourself, but did let you begin to cut them and place one on a plate for Azriel. You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile.

Tomorrow, you were to return to Spring. But tonight, you would accept the bond with Azriel.

You hadn’t said a word to the shadows about your plan, yet they buzzed around the cottage as they readied for the romantic evening to come. Petals littering the floor, candles lit up around the room, a romantic song playing over the symphonium. You almost thought the shadows wished to seduce your mate more than you did.

One tugged on your wrist as the door opened. You did hold back your smile this time as Azriel walked into kitchen, setting the bags down on the counter.

“Welcome home,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Azriel smiled against your lips. “What did I do to deserve such a warm welcome?” He pulled away for a moment, sniffing at the air. “Have you been baking?”

“Brownies,” you confirmed. You twisted out of the arms and took the plate that the shadows hovered over to you. “For you.”

He stared down at the plate, then looked up at you. “I couldn’t—” he said.

You picked up the brownie and brought it up to his lips. “I insist. I have been blessed by the Mother with two wonderful mates, and I intend to have you both fully.”

Thunder rumbled in the sky as Azriel sank his teeth into the treat, never taking his eyes off of you. You swiped your thumb at the corner of his mouth, collecting the crumbs, and licked them off. A growl ripped through his chest as Azriel tugged you against him.

“I suppose that’s why the cottage looks like something straight of Nesta’s romance novels?”

“You can thank your shadows for that. They did that all on their own.”

“You truly have reduced them to busybodies like all the rest,” he said, though his voice didn’t hold an ounce of malice. Azriel kissed you softly. “I suppose I should thank them, though, because I fully intend to ravish you tonight.”

“Oh, I hope that’s a promise you intend to keep.”

Thunder rumbled again. The scene outside turned darker as storm clouds began to roll in. You were prepared to ignore it all when a flash of lightning made you jump out of your skin. The front door slammed open, the wood hitting the wall so hard you were almost certain it splintered. Azriel’s hold on you tightened.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up straight. You peered over to the foyer, blood running cold as you took in the appearance of Night’s High Lord, your sister just a half step behind him.

“I didn’t think you were so foolish to steal away Spring’s High Lady, brother,” Rhysand said.

“I was not stolen,” you snapped. “I came here willingly. Tamlin knows exactly where I am, and that I shall be returning to Spring by morning.”

Your sister said your name softly, stepping around her mate and toward you. “You’re already leaving?” she asked.

“I have been here a month. That is plenty long to be away from Spring and my other mate.”

Feyre’s eyes flicked to Azriel, then to the tray of brownies abandoned on the counter. “You know.”

“No thanks to you,” you said. “How long were you going to let me cry over Azriel not coming to visit before you told me it wasn’t because he hated me?”

“You know I couldn’t tell you. I hated learning about my own mating bond from the Suriel. I didn’t—I couldn’t let you live through that same pain.”

“No, you just let me think my only friend hated me. You let me think you all hated me, because you were too busy trying to find him before my mating ceremony to respond to any of my letters.”

Rhysand’s eyes narrowed at you. “We couldn’t have told you anything. We hardly understand how a triad works. How could we have explained it to you without sounding like we descended into lunacy?”

“You could have said anything!” you protested. “Feyre, you could have told me anything short of the truth. There was a threat to the Night Court, or perhaps that there were some diplomacy issues you needed to tend to. But, no, you rather that I cried to Tamlin every night, prayed that you would send some sort of sign that our relationship was not beyond repair.”

Feyre took a step toward you. Rhysand reached for her wrist, to stop her from nearing you, but she shook him off. “And I will regret that for the rest of my days. You know I have never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you have. You are my sister, Feyre, but you treated me like I was no one to you. Tell me, were my letters to all the others ignored under your orders, too?”

Her glance away from you told you everything you needed to know.

“I spent my mating ceremony, what should have been the happiest day of my life, grieving the loss of my family. I will never get that day back again.” You grabbed for Azriel’s hand, lacing your fingers through his, squeezing tight. “Don’t expect an invitation to the next.”

Feyre’s eyes snapped to yours. Silver lined them. “Please—”

“I would like to return to Spring, now, please,” you said to Azriel. “It seems I have outgrown Night.”

Without a word, Azriel winnowed you away.

Tamlin stared at your back as you slept. You had been quiet ever since you returned from the Night Court. Tamlin understood—Azriel had explained how Feyre and Rhysand came to the cottage as you were accepting the mating bond with Azriel. He recalled the fury in your eyes as you stated that Azriel would remain in the Spring Court until the frenzy subsided. He didn’t see you much over the following weeks, so he couldn’t speak much to your state then. But when Azriel, rather regretfully, announced he would be returning to Night to deal with the fallout, you began to withdraw. Tamlin was left with the aftermath. And like Feyre before you, he wasn’t quite sure how to make things better.

Unlike Feyre, he was going to do whatever he could to help you. He would not let you waste away, fade away into nothing.

Tamlin kissed your bare shoulder then slipped out of the bed. If you noticed, you did not move. He continued on to his study, ignoring the curious looks of the servants still lingering in the halls, and settled at his desk. He procured a sheet of paper and a pen, and began to write.

Azriel, he began, I apologize for my abruptness, but I must ask that you return to Spring expeditiously. While I understand that the Night Court is your home, Y/N has not been faring well without both of her mates. You do not need to forsake your home, but any time that you could spend here would be appreciated. Yours truly, Tamlin.

He sent the letter off. Tamlin remained at his desk, waiting for a reply. But one did not have to wait for long as shadows began to soon flood the room. In the past, the sight of the shadows would have made Tamlin’s skin crawl. It was no secret the depths the Spymaster would go to, to extract information from his targets, and those very shadows were just another in his arsenal. But their arrival was signal enough that Azriel had arrived, and that was enough for the weight on Tamlin’s shoulders to lift ever so slightly.

“Where is she?”

Tamlin rose to his feet. “Sleeping. She doesn’t know I asked for you to come.”

Azriel nodded. A few of the shadows abandoned the study in search of you. The shadows, generally, still disturbed Tamlin. In the month you and Tamlin got your affairs in order, those damned little things scarcely left your side. He was certain they even hissed at him for daring to be near you. Slowly, though, they began to grow on him as they came to the collective understanding that both parties were looking out for your best interests.

“How have things fared in the Night Court?” Tamlin asked.

“Feyre is distraught,” Azriel said. He turned his gaze to the ceiling, as if trying to stop them from rolling right out of his head. “Rhys has been insisting I bring Y/N back so they can talk things through. He does not take kindly to my own insistence that, if Feyre wished for things to get better, she should be the one to make the first move.”

Tamlin snorted. “And here I thought you were just a loyal dog.”

Azriel flashed a smirk. “Oh, I am. Just not to him.”

Good, Tamlin thought. If there was anyone who deserved his loyalty, it would be you. Kind, sweet you. Tamlin once thought your family was loyal—they certainly seemed to think they were looking out for your best interests when they took you from the Spring Court. And they had been so diligent about visiting you before. Every month at the start of the month, he would receive a letter asking permission to visit. The Inner Circle always arrived before he could accept. That was, until the invitation to the mating ceremony was sent out. Despite both you and Tamlin sending inquiries and invitations, not a single one ever responded. When they failed to show up at the mating ceremony, Tamlin decided then that he would never forgive them.

“How long do you intend to stay?” Tamlin said. Azriel brought nothing with him, save for the clothes on his back and the weapons strapped to his waist.

“As long as you’ll allow it. I tendered my resignation this morning,” Azriel said. “I’ll begin the search for a home here in the morning.”

“Don’t bother,” Tamlin said. Azriel looked stricken. His brows pinched together, mouth settling into a frown. Realizing his error, Tamlin corrected, “You can have a home here if you like. Your own room, or you can share ours. We might have to get a bigger bed, given your wingspan, but it would be no trouble.”

Azriel’s wings twitched. “You would do that?”

“You are her mate as much as I am. You may be willing to settle for only a piece of her life, but I would be remiss if I stopped you from having all of her.” Tamlin waved his hand, urging Azriel to follow him. “I have some more comfortable clothes you can change into. We should both rest.”

“Tamlin—” Azriel said. Tamlin paused. “Thank you.”

“There is nothing to thank me for. Will you need to return to the Night Court for your things, or will you be purchasing replacements?”

As they walked down the hall, the servants even more confused than before, Azriel said, “My shadows will retrieve the necessities. There won’t be much. I intend to have a fresh start here.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing Spring is all about rebirth then.”

“Yeah, I suppose it is.”

Tamlin watched as Azriel smiled when they reached the bedroom. He slipped inside, so silent that Tamlin could’ve been convinced that he was alone if he didn’t see the Shadowsinger with his own two eyes. Tamlin lingered in the doorframe as Azriel approached your side of the bed and knelt down. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmured a quiet I love you.

Your eyes fluttered open. You blinked slowly as you took in Azriel’s appearance. “You’re supposed to be in Night,” you whispered.

“I believe I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

You turned your head slightly, brows pinching together when you didn’t see Tamlin laying beside you. “Does Tam know?”

“Who do you think invited me?”

A sleepy smile twitched on your lips. “When do you leave again?”

“Whenever you decide to push me away.” Azriel kissed you. “And not a second sooner.”

Feyre stared at the cream invitation. It had landed on Rhysand’s desk just moments earlier, but she had already read it a dozen times. The words were seared into her mind. You are cordially invited to the mating ceremony of High Lady Y/N and Azriel. But the part she found herself reading over and over again, trying to make sure it wasn’t a figment of her imagination were— P.S. I would greatly appreciate your attendance. You are my sister, and I miss you being a part of my life.

If she went to Spring, she would have her sister again she so terribly pushed away.

Because she had missed you. It had broken her heart to know you had come to Night to be with Azriel yet never came to see them. She couldn’t blame you, of course. You had been right. Feyre should have said something to you. It wasn’t fair for her to keep you completely in the dark. She hated when others had done it to her in the past. Why did she ever think she could do the same to you? Yet, even in the months afterward, she wasn’t sure what to say to you.

She still didn’t.

Feyre sat in the River House, at Rhysand’s desk, glancing between the invitation and the RSVP she was going to send in response. Rhysand stood behind her. When the invitation arrived, he said that the decision was fully hers. That he would support whatever choice to make. To stay in Night and continue to allow the relationship to strain, or to go and begin the mending process. But was there anything left to mend? You were happy in Spring with both of your mates. To go there now would be to ruin the life you’ve built for yourself.

“Do you want to go?” Rhys asked after several moments of Feyre holding the pen in an ironclad grip.

“I haven’t seen her in months. I haven’t been to Spring in over a year. I wouldn't know where to begin.”

“Because you miss her, and she misses you. Don’t torture yourself with thoughts of maybes and what ifs. You know Y/N wouldn’t have sent the invitation if she didn’t want you there,” Rhysand said. He pointed to the postscript, tapping his finger on it. “It’s a peace offering.”

“I hurt her.”

For as long as Feyre could remember, she had been trying to protect her family. For a long time, it was all she knew. Things changed, of course, when she came to Prythian and her sisters all became High Fae. But the base desire, to ensure their safety and security, still resided deep inside her. It was why she had been so scared when you said Tamlin was your mate. It was why she panicked when Rhysand said Azriel had disappeared after being invited to your mating ceremony with Tamlin. Yet, in both instances, she had been the one to cause your pain. What if that was all she could do now? Maybe she was better off, maybe you were better off, if she stayed away.

Rhys let out a sigh. “You did, but she’s giving you a chance. Isn’t that what you’ve wanted all this time?”

“It is.”

“Then, I think you already know the answer.”

Feyre pressed the pen to the paper. She slowly wrote her response, worried that if she moved too fast, she would write the wrong thing. But, Cauldron, it didn’t feel write to just write a letter to you. If you were truly inviting her back into your life, if you truly were trying to mend the relationship, you deserved more.

She dropped the pen and rose from her seat. Rhysand followed her and she stalked out of the office. Ignoring her mate’s questions behind her, she went to the living room where the rest of the Inner Circle waited for Feyre and Rhys. Everyone stared at her when she arrived. She couldn’t take this uncertainty anymore.

“Well?” Nesta asked, breaking the silence. “Are we breaking this ridiculous stalemate together, or will I be going to Spring alone?”

“Together,” Feyre said. “We’ll go together, now. I’m sure they won’t mind a surprise visit.”

Nesta flashed a rare smile. “Good, because Elain and I would have dragged you there kicking and screaming.”

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dandylion240 · 4 months ago

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Casey allowed Eleanor to organize an exhibit at the art gallery. As the day drew nearer his stomach tensed up in knots. When the day finally arrived for the actual exhibit, Casey looked at his reflection in the mirror ‘this is it,’ he sighed ‘I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not like I even wanted to do this.’ Leaving the bathroom he stumbled over the cat that Lynn rescued.

It was just another change she had made that he had to adjust too. Not that he minded, he liked cats and Eddie was attached to it now. He heard giggles coming from Eddie's room and knew Lynn was already giving Eddie his breakfast. He smiled thankful that Lynn had turned out to be such a gold mine, she was exactly what Eddie needed.

Still smiling Casey went into the kitchen to make pancakes. He burnt the first batch as his mind was on the days events rather than on cooking. Frowning as smoke-filled the room, he heard laughter coming from behind him. “Here let me do that,” Lynn told him taking the pan from him. Grumbling Casey let himself be ushered out of his kitchen. “Are you worried about the exhibit?” Lynn asked while she got rid of the burnt pancakes and started again.

Shrugging Casey glanced across the room “no, I mean yes.” Sighing loudly “I didn’t even want to do this. Now that I am, I’m afraid no body will like my work.”

Lynn laughed at him from where she stood flipping pancakes. “It’s alright if your nervous. Everyone is when they’re putting their work on display.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled turning to watch her. A smile played across his lips as he watched the light brighten the red in her hair. His eyes traveled down her long, lean legs as she stood cooking in her little nightie. Heat flushed his face as he forced his eyes away. Getting up he walked towards the door “I’m going to check the mail.”

Outside he stood breathing deeply of the cool morning air hoping to clear his head. ‘Get a grip on yourself. She’s here for Eddie not for you,’ he mumbled to himself. She could be here for both an obstinate voice in his head responded. Sighing he ran his hands through his hair. Checking the mailbox all he found were bills, smiling to himself as he realized what an unexciting life he had.

On his way back inside he picked up the newspaper. Sitting at the table he glanced over the paper briefly considered asking Lynn to put a robe on and dismissed it. Opening the paper he shook his head, even if he was denying himself certain things there was no reason why he couldn’t enjoy the view. He felt Lynn watching him as he pretended to read the paper, god she was driving him crazy in that outfit. The tune she was humming was interrupted “did you say something?” he asked glancing up from the paper.

“Err no …. I” she stammered and Casey watched as she turned bright red. What was that all about he wondered. Lynn cleared her throat “pancakes are ready,” she announced putting the plate on the table and sitting opposite Casey at the table.

“Mmmm smells good,” he sniffed appreciatively. Catching a whiff of her perfume, like a spring day, lilacs his favorite.

“I hope they taste as good as they smell,” she said as she buttered her pancakes.

“I’m sure you do,” Casey absently said. He felt heat flush is cheeks as he quickly stammered “the pancakes, they smell good.” ‘Oh god she must think I’m an idiot’ he told himself looking down at the table wishing he could be anywhere but here. He looked up at her thru is eyelashes, noticing she was staring at him with a bemused grin on her face. At least she didn’t appear to be angry.

“So you think I smell nice,” she raised an eyebrow smirking at him.

“Err yes,” Casey mumbled looking up from his half eaten pancakes. “You smell like spring.”

Bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she smothered a giggle “your son said I smelled like flowers.”

“Lilacs actually,” he grinned at her finding her green eyes more enticing than the wood grain on the table top he had been staring at. Glancing at the clock his smile faded “I’m going to be late.” Rushing to his feet he shoved his feet into his shoes and quickly brushed his teeth. Running past Lynn in his haste to get on his way he heard her call out “relax and enjoy yourself.”

The last thing he heard as he went out the door was the sound of soft laughter behind him. It was the sound he most enjoyed and found annoying at the same time. He had never been spontaneous he found himself questioning his actions and squashing any impulse if he thought the action was improper. Shaking his head, maybe what he lacked was what he found most endearing about Lynn. She was fun, laughter bubbled up from inside her that made even the darkest days seem a little lighter.

The exhibit was a glowing success. He received a lot of compliments on his work and a few commissions for portraits and paintings around town. The only downside to the evening was the constant clinging of Eleanor. She would drape herself on his arm, attempting to pass herself off as not only his manager but his girlfriend as well. Casey was growing tired of having to brush off her advances as she would take him by the arm to introduce him to someone. As the night progressed he felt like he was caught in a cat and mouse game. He found himself a quiet corner where he could sit and allowed his mind to wander on how the night might have been if he had asked Lynn to accompany him. He missed her ability to make the most tedious situation bearable.

Being around Eleanor was like fighting off an angry octopus. She was everywhere Casey wished she weren’t. He found it disconcerting that in college Eleanor would have been the type he would have been attracted to, the assertive, confidant girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Lynn wouldn’t have even made a blip on his radar and now she was the one he wished was by his side.

The night finally came to a close and he endured Eleanor clinging to his arm as he walked her to her car. “Come to my house and we can celebrate our success together,” she purred in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him before he had time to react to what she was doing.

“No thank you,” he said stepping away “I need to get home to my son.”

She grabbed his hand pulling him towards her “Isn’t that why you have that mouse of a nanny for? To care for Edwin?” She started to move her hands to places that made him uncomfortable. Taking several steps backwards away from her advances he said “I take care of my son.” His jaw clinched he fought to remain calm and force his anger down.

“You can’t possibly be turning me down,” Eleanor said as she approached him. “Not after all the work I did for you. Aren’t you the tiniest bit grateful?”

“I am but ….” his confusion at the turn of events evident in his tone and manner.

“Then show it,” she said reaching for his belt.

“What the …” Casey started shocked, knocking her hand away. “I’ll be getting a different manager in the future.”

“You can’t,” she stared coldly at him.

“I can and will,” Casey told her stepping back “I haven’t signed anything. I’m not under any contractual agreement.”

“But tonight was a success. The least you could do is to retain me as your manager.”

“After tonight I wouldn’t be caught dead with you led alone sign anything giving you any kind of control over me.” A hard edge came into his voice as he spoke “Your behavior has been insulting and disgusting.” Turning he walked away without looking back.

She screamed at his retreating back “you can’t do this.”

Shaking his head as he closed the car door on her protests. Putting the car into gear he turned towards the exit mumbling to himself hoping he’d seen the last of her. His phone began to vibrate as he approached the exit. Deciding to ignore it he kept going, his mind on going home, relaxing with a good book maybe a pleasant conversation with Lynn before going to bed. Something ran out in front of the car. Braking hard he hit his forehead on the steering wheel. Holding a hand to his head he fumbled with the door handle as the security guard came running up to him.

“Mr. Bennett are you alright?” he asked as he helped Casey out of the vehicle. “I saw everything. She ran out in front of you. You didn’t hit her. I’d swear to it.”

Nodding Casey staggered towards the front of his car where he found Eleanor crumpled on the pavement. What had she been thinking when she ran out in front of him? Had she been the one calling? Was this an act of desperation because of his rejection of her advances? The world tilted around him as the blood rushed from his head. Leaning on the car breathing hard he heard the guard say “I called the cops. They should be here shortly.”

Numbly he watched the guard go over to Eleanor saying “I think she bumped her head when she fell. You didn’t hit her, I’d swear to that.”

Nodding his heavy head, the motion increasing his nausea, he sank to his knees on the pavement as two patrol cars pulled up with lights flashing. As if he was watching a movie in slow motion, Casey observed the officers checking on Eleanor, talking with the guard before one of them approached him and asked him what happened. “We had an argument. I turned her down. She wasn’t happy. I left her while she was still screaming at me.” The officer nodded as he put his pen and notebook away. As if talking to himself Casey muttered “why did she do it? I didn’t think she was crazy enough to throw herself in front of my car.” Leaning forward he asked the other officer “is she alright?”

“Tell him it’s none of his damn business,” came the snarky reply.

Smirking Casey chuckled feeling somewhat relieved hearing Eleanor’s voice “I’ll take that as a yes.” Yawning Casey asked the officer standing beside him “can I go now?”

“Yes, we have your statement and the guards,” the officer shrugged looking towards Eleanor being helped to her feet. “It’s pretty clear what happened.”

Casey turned and opened the car door when he heard someone come up behind him “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Whatever for?” he asked without turning. He sat in his car before continuing “your the one who ran out in front of me. Your lucky I saw you and stopped before you were really hurt.”

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sludgevomit · 9 months ago

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SludgeVomit’s Goretober Exhibition: Day 8

Movie Night

“Here, take this and don’t you dare drop it.” Sir handed the Toy a silver camcorder, removing the lens cap and hiding it in his pocket. “Now listen to me, I want a clean, crisp video. Make sure to focus on the entertainment. Don’t stay in the same position for too long. Sir will grow bored when he watches for pleasure.” Sir glanced over towards the Apprentices that joined in on the fun. Each of them displayed smiles of excitement and gratitude at being invited to this event. The group was settled in an inconspicuous van; waiting for the lights of the nearest home to fade into darkness.

Bodies moving in fast paces when the man announced that the time had come for the hunt to commence. The heels of Sir’s leather boots contacted the back door, sending splintering wood off the hinges. Giving space for one of the Apprentices to finish the job of breaking down the obstacle. Toy pressing record as they all filed into the kitchen of the humble abode. Heavy steps of Sir’s boots echo against the tiled flooring. Each step missed the barely avoidable pop of balloons that decorated the floor. As the family celebrated their child’s 21st birthday with glee.

Working quickly to obtain weapons and tools to be used as Apprentices flooded the hallways to gain the once happy living things to play with. Dragging the horror-stricken, atypical couple and their spawn to Sir. Presents dripping with blood as the hands of those who adored the sinister man bid his dirty work. The Toy took this chance to examine the faces of their victims. Panning through zoomed expressions of disgust as Sir spoke. Tears springing into their eyes as denial and anger took over. A chill of terror even flowed down the spine of the Toy by Sir’s taboo command. “I want you, Father, to undress. Release that aching cock of yours. Watch as I desecrate your seed with my own. God knows that you have dreamed of this opportunity yourself on many occasions.”

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venactricisfics · 2 months ago

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Bound by Instinct: A Teen Wolf Story

Chapter Twenty-One

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Derek’s loft had always been a sanctuary for me. And for Peter, too, at times. Now everyone was here, so I saw him getting stir crazy. But we had to stay together as a pack. For our safety, and for the safety of the pack.

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Peter snarked the latest time he was reminded that we were all safer if we lived in one pack house.

I nudged him lightly with my shoulder as we sat side-by-side on the old leather couch. “No one’s asking you to like it. Just to survive it.”

Peter sighed like it physically pained him. “Barely.”

Across the room, Stiles was animatedly explaining some ridiculous conspiracy theory to Liam and Mason, using wild hand gestures and half-eaten fries as props. Malia and Erica were mock-wrestling for the last burger, Boyd quietly refereeing from a safe distance. Lydia was seated cross-legged on the floor, earbud in one ear, calmly ignoring everyone as she scrolled through something on her phone.

It was loud. It was chaotic. It was pack.

Peter’s fingers brushed against mine, a fleeting, unconscious touch that he didn’t bother pulling away from. “Sanctuary used to mean solitude.”

“It still does,” I murmured. “It’s just... a little louder now.”

He gave a quiet huff, half-laugh, half-sigh, and I caught the faintest softening in his eyes as he watched the others.

“They’re your family too, you know,” I said, my voice low enough that only he could hear it.

Peter didn’t respond at first. Just leaned back against the couch, his hand finally settling over mine like he was giving in — not to the chaos, but to the idea of belonging somewhere again.

“Maybe,” he said finally. “Maybe they are.”

“You two need a date night,” Lydia lifted her face from her phone and looked at us.

“Oh my God, yes,” Kira agreed, “it will be so fun.”

I arched my brow, “What exactly is a date?”

Lydia blinked at me, her glossy lips parting in genuine surprise. “You’re serious?”

I shrugged, a little embarrassed but unwilling to back down. “I grew up in the woods. As a wolf.”

“That’s... horrifying,” Lydia said, sitting up straighter like this had suddenly become a personal mission. “A date is when you get dressed up, go somewhere nice, maybe dinner, maybe a movie, maybe both, and you just—” she waved a hand in the air, searching for the right words, “—spend time together. Romantic time. Away from the chaos.”

Peter gave a low, amused hum beside me. “And here I thought all our near-death experiences counted as quality time.”

“They don’t,” Kira piped up with a smile, practically bouncing with excitement. “You need the good memories, too. The ones that aren't covered in blood or bruises.”

Jackson snorted from where he lounged against the wall. “Good luck finding a restaurant that won’t immediately regret seating you two.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but Peter just smirked lazily. “We’re housebroken, Jackson. Mostly.”

“Mostly,” Stiles muttered from the kitchen, earning a laugh from Liam and Mason.

Lydia ignored all of them, her focus sharp on me now. “We’re planning this. I’ll text you the details. No arguments.”

“I didn’t agree to anything,” Peter pointed out.

“You’re agreeing,” Lydia replied sweetly. “Because if you don’t, I will personally drag Nova to a speed-dating event, and you can watch her be fawned over by complete strangers.”

Peter’s smile froze, his hand tightening slightly on mine. “Point taken.”

I smirked and leaned against him. “Sounds like we’re going on a date, Little Wolf,” he murmured under his breath, his voice low and a little dangerous — but in a way that made my heart race.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it would even be... nice. For once.

“All right, ladies,” Lydia announced, springing to her feet with the energy of a general leading her troops into battle, “we need to hit the mall. Now.”

I blinked at her, confused. “What does the mall have to do with going on a date?”

Kira stood up too, her face lighting up like it was Christmas morning. “You need a new dress and shoes! It's like, the most important part of the whole thing!”

I frowned. “I already have a dress.” I thought about the silky red gown tucked away in Peter’s closet, the one I’d worn the last time Lydia had insisted I needed to ‘blend in’ at the Winter Formal. “Why would I need another one?”

Lydia gave me a look like I’d just suggested we hunt werewolves with pool noodles. “That was a formal dress, Nova. You need a date dress.”

“There’s a difference?” I asked cautiously.

“A huge difference,” Lydia said with a dramatic sigh, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “A formal dress is for galas and charity events and high-end fundraisers. A date dress,” she emphasized, as if it were sacred knowledge, “is softer. It’s flirty without trying too hard. It's something that makes him forget how to breathe when he sees you walking toward him.”

Malia stretched out on the couch, watching us with an amused grin. “I vote leather jacket and boots. Simple. Effective.”

“Of course you do,” Lydia said dryly. “But we’re aiming for date night not street brawl.”

“I’d like to see both,” Stiles muttered under his breath, earning a jab in the ribs from Scott.

Kira looped her arm through mine excitedly. “Come on! It’ll be fun. We’ll find the perfect dress, and shoes, and maybe even a little something extra.”

“Extra?” I repeated warily.

Lydia smirked. “You’ll see.”

Peter, still lounging against the wall, lifted a brow and called after me as Lydia and Kira dragged me toward the door. “If they suggest lingerie, Little Wolf, you have full permission to run.”

My face heated instantly, and Stiles’ laughter followed me all the way down the hall. Apparently, a simple date night was going to be anything but simple.

Lydia extended her hand to Peter expectantly, her palm open with all the subtlety of a queen awaiting tribute.

Peter narrowed his eyes at her, clearly weighing his options, but with a dramatic sigh that practically vibrated with resignation, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. With the careful precision of someone handing over a loaded weapon, he slipped out his black card and dropped it into Lydia’s waiting hand.

“Don’t worry,” Lydia said with a dazzling smile, tucking the card safely into her designer bag. “I’ll take very good care of it.”

Peter watched her like a man watching a grenade roll across the floor. “Somehow, that doesn’t reassure me.”

“It shouldn’t,” Stiles added helpfully from the couch, earning himself a death glare from Peter and a laugh from the rest of the pack.

Before Peter could change his mind, Lydia looped her arm through mine again, rallying Kira and Malia with a gleam in her eye. We were officially on a mission—and judging by Lydia’s excitement, it was a mission Peter might live to regret.

“Be careful,” Scott warned, his voice serious as he stood near the loft door. “There are still hunters out there looking for us. Keep your eyes open.”

“Don’t worry,” Lydia said breezily, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a confidence that almost made me believe her. “We’ll be fine. Worst case, we could always drag Jackson along for backup.”

Jackson, lounging against the wall with his arms crossed, gave an unimpressed grunt. “Nope. Hard pass. I’m not the shopping with the girls kind of gay.”

The room burst into a mix of laughter and groans.

“You’re missing out,” Kira teased, grabbing her purse.

“On what? Holding handbags and giving fake compliments?” Jackson shot back dryly.

“You’re so dramatic,” Lydia rolled her eyes, already herding us toward the door like a woman on a mission. “Besides, we don’t need you. We’ve got credit cards and questionable decision-making skills. It’s the perfect shopping team.”

“Pray for the mall,” Stiles muttered under his breath as the door swung closed behind us.

“You know we don’t have to buy me anything,” I said as I sat in the backseat of Lydia’s car.

“You deserve to treat yourself,” Lydia replied as we headed out of the garage. “Especially after putting up with Peter’s moods.”

“I like Peter’s moods,” I felt a smile tug at my lips.

Lydia glanced at me in the rearview mirror, one perfectly shaped eyebrow arching. “You would.”

Kira, sitting shotgun, turned halfway around in her seat to grin at me. “Honestly, it’s kind of adorable how you two are with each other. Like... weirdly adorable. And also a little terrifying.”

I laughed under my breath, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. “He’s not that bad.”

“Oh, honey,” Lydia said, her tone somewhere between fond and exasperated, “Peter Hale defines ‘that bad.’ But, somehow, you manage to make him look... almost human.”

“I think he’s always been human,” I said softly. “Just no one ever gave him a reason to act like it.”

Kira’s smile softened. “Well, now he has one.”

“And that’s exactly why we’re getting you the perfect dress,” Lydia added, her voice firm with purpose. “It’s not just for the date. It’s a reminder that you deserve to feel amazing. No running, no hiding, no surviving — just living.”

I blinked at her, a little overwhelmed by how fiercely she meant it.

“Now,” Lydia said, cranking up the music as we merged onto the highway, “let’s go make Peter regret giving me an unlimited card.”

Kira let out a gleeful laugh, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something warm stir deep in my chest — hope. Maybe even excitement.

I let the girls drag me into the mall. It was mostly Kira and Lydia. Malia walked beside me for moral support. I wanted to look the part, but I wasn’t sure how.

I got many “Peter will love you in this” and “Peter will love you in that” comments as they shoved different dresses at me.

“Peter likes it when I wear one of his t-shirts,” I responded.

“You can’t wear one of his t-shirts out for a nice dinner,” Kira said.

Malia bumped my shoulder lightly as we moved deeper into the maze of clothing racks. "If it makes you feel better," she said, "I still think jeans are formal wear."

“That actually does make me feel better,” I muttered, offering her a grateful smile.

Lydia held up a sleek black dress with delicate lace along the sleeves, assessing it with a critical eye before shoving it into my arms. “Peter will die when he sees you in this.”

“I’m not trying to kill him,” I pointed out.

“No, but you should at least leave him speechless," Lydia countered, flashing a sly grin.

Kira appeared with another handful of options, all different colors and textures — silky, soft, shimmering. “You should try a few different styles,” she suggested brightly. “See what feels right.”

I hesitated, looking down at the pile growing in my arms. “What if nothing feels right?”

Malia shrugged. “Then we find something that does. Or you punch someone. Either way, you win.”

The other girls laughed, and somehow the tightness in my chest eased a little. Maybe this wasn’t about dressing up for Peter. Maybe it was about showing a piece of myself I never got the chance to show before.

"Come on," Lydia said, tugging me toward the dressing rooms. "Time to find out exactly how dangerous you can look."

And for the first time since we walked into the mall, I didn’t feel like running away.

I lost count of how many dresses I had tried on. Every time I stepped out of the dressing room, another outfit was waiting, another opinion was tossed my way. It was overwhelming — but somehow, fun too.

When I finally stepped out wearing a yellow floral dress — something Lydia called a “milkmaid dress” — I caught sight of myself in the mirror across the walkway and froze.

It wasn’t as flashy as the other dresses they'd shoved at me. It didn’t shimmer or cling or sparkle. But it fit. The bodice hugged my waist just right, the skirt flowed easily over my hips, hitting just below my knee. A slit up one side showed a teasing glimpse of my thigh when I moved. I felt…soft. Strong. Like myself.

"This is the one," Lydia said immediately, her voice leaving no room for argument.

"Definitely," Kira agreed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "You look beautiful — like the kind of beautiful that wrecks a guy in one look."

“Not bad," Malia added, and from her, that was high praise.

I turned toward the mirror again, smoothing my hands over the fabric, trying to see what they saw. Maybe it wasn’t about the dress at all. Maybe it was about the way I felt standing there. Like I belonged in the life I was fighting so hard to protect.

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Okay," I said, surprising even myself. "Let's get it."

The shoes we picked were a soft blush pink, matching perfectly with the floral accents of the yellow dress. They had a chunky heel that felt sturdy enough even for someone who wasn’t used to wearing them, with open toes and a delicate strap that buckled neatly around my ankle. I couldn’t deny it — they made me feel…elegant.

"Now we need mani-pedis," Kira said brightly, looping her arm through mine before I could even react. "You’ll need to have your toes done to wear those!"

I shot her a dubious look. "I run around barefoot in the woods half the time. Why do I need my toes done?"

"Because it’s fun," she said, grinning as she practically dragged me toward the mall’s nail salon. "Trust me, you’ll love it."

I wasn’t sure about that, but with Malia nudging me from behind and Lydia leading the way like a general on a mission, I didn't have much choice.

When we got to the salon, a cheerful woman handed us little slips and ushered us to the chairs. Lydia barely glanced at me before answering the manicurist’s question for me.

"French tips," she declared with authority. "Classic, clean, and they’ll match everything."

I sank into the massage chair, looking at my bare feet doubtfully. "They’re going to have their work cut out for them," I muttered.

Malia snickered under her breath as the nail techs got to work. I wasn’t used to people fussing over me, and definitely not like this — but as the warm water soaked my feet and the conversation buzzed around me, I let myself lean back and relax.

Maybe there was something to this whole 'treat yourself' thing after all.

“That was so good, right?” Kira asked, practically bouncing as we left the salon, our freshly polished nails gleaming in the afternoon light.

“It was good,” I admitted, flexing my toes a little in my new sandals. “Though I almost kicked the guy across the room when he used that thing to scrape the dead skin off my heels.”

Kira giggled. “I’m ticklish on my feet, too. I have to warn them ahead of time or I end up flailing.”

We were still laughing as Lydia came to a sudden stop in front of another store — Whispers of Silk — and turned to us with a bright smile.

"Okay, this is the last store, I promise," she said sweetly.

I followed her gaze to the storefront and immediately groaned. Mannequins stood proudly in the window, dressed in delicate lace, silk, and way too little fabric to be considered actual clothing.

"We are not buying underwear," I said firmly as we walked in, already dreading what was about to happen.

"You are definitely buying underwear," Lydia corrected, leading the way inside like a queen surveying her kingdom. "It's part of the date experience."

“Can’t I just wear normal underwear?” I protested weakly, feeling wildly out of place among all the soft satins and intricate lace.

“You could,” Kira said, linking arms with me, “but where’s the fun in that?”

Malia, ever practical, was already flipping through a rack of bralettes like she was picking out a new battle outfit.

I sighed, resigning myself to whatever chaos Lydia had in mind. Maybe Peter wouldn’t even notice what I wore under the dress... but knowing him, he absolutely would.

My phone buzzed when I slipped into the dressing room to try on a bra. A text.

Peter: Having fun, Little Wolf?

Me: I suppose. I got a dress and shoes, and a mani-pedi. That was nice.

Peter: I’ll have to keep in mind that you like your feet rubbed. Are you almost done?

Me: Almost. Lydia is having me try on a few bras.

Peter: I’ll be waiting for you. Don’t take too long, Little Wolf.

I chuckled to myself, already feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I couldn't help but imagine his smirk again. He always knew how to push my buttons in the best way.

"How does it fit?" Lydia called through the curtain, clearly too impatient to wait.

"I'm still working on getting it on," I replied, rolling my eyes but smiling at the thought of what Peter was likely imagining me doing. The bra wasn't exactly complicated but... well, there were certain parts that didn't always go as smoothly as I hoped.

Peter: I know you're thinking about me. Focus on what you're doing, or I'll come over there and help you myself.

Me: You would, wouldn’t you?

Peter: Of course. But I’m being patient this time. For you, Little Wolf.

I grinned at my phone, feeling a wave of affection for him.

Lydia huffed outside the curtain, her voice taking on an edge of impatience. "You’re taking forever in there! We still need to pick out the perfect lingerie!"

"You're lucky I like you," I muttered under my breath before responding to Peter’s text.

Me: Alright, alright. I’m almost done. I promise.

Peter: Good. Make it quick. I'll be here waiting.

I couldn't help the way my heart sped up just thinking about him, knowing he was waiting on the other side of my phone.

Lydia wasn’t going to let me escape without her full approval of everything I tried on. But at least, for once, I had a little something to look forward to, even if it was a bit... distracting.

“I’m coming out now,” I said as I poked my head out of the curtain. They’d all seen me fully naked before, but standing in a black sheer lace bra seemed more revealing.

“You look hot,” Kira said, “He’ll be drooling when he sees it.” She looked at Lydia, then back at me, “You could send him a pic to tease him a little.”

“I thought the point of this was to surprise him with what I had on under the dress,” I responded.

“You’ll be wearing the blush pink one,” Lydia stated matter-of-factly, “So that one would be a surprise.”

“Arch your back and hold your phone up a little,” Malia told me. I nodded and snapped the pictures. Then sent them to Peter.

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I sent the photos. There was a thrill in teasing Peter, but also an undercurrent of anticipation. Would he react the way I hoped? Would he be caught off guard?

Lydia, Kira, and Malia all watched me closely, grinning like they were in on some secret. Malia had a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and Lydia looked pleased with herself, like she was the mastermind behind all of this. Kira, of course, was already imagining Peter’s reaction.

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

Peter: Is this your way of telling me I’m in for a treat tonight, Little Wolf?

I couldn’t suppress a smile as I read the text, feeling the warmth spread through me. He knew how to turn up the heat, even through a phone screen.

Me: Maybe. If you play your cards right.

Peter: I think I’m already a step ahead. You’re the one who’s in for a surprise.

I could practically hear the smirk in his words, the same smirk that always made my heart race.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “He’s probably pacing around right now, isn't he?”

“Probably,” I muttered, my smile growing.

“Should we make him sweat a little more before you leave?” Kira asked with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying herself.

“I’m not cruel enough for that,” I replied, but part of me was considering it. The idea of keeping Peter on edge made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Okay,” Lydia said, snapping her fingers as if signaling the end of our little game. “We’re done here. Let’s go check out, and then you’ll be all set for your date.”

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, pulling on the sheer lace bra and adjusting the pink lingerie underneath my dress. It felt like a small act of rebellion, a way to keep some part of me just for Peter.

“Let’s do this,” I said, a final wave of confidence sweeping through me. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

🐺

Peter was leaning against his car when we pulled into the parking garage outside the restaurant. He was dressed in his normal designer jeans, but instead of his V-neck t-shirt he wore a navy blue button-up with a suit jacket on top.

He looked effortlessly handsome, the kind of man who could turn heads without even trying. His dark hair was styled perfectly, the sharp angles of his jaw giving him a look of intensity that matched the tension I felt in my chest.

I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him as I stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of his gaze follow me. His eyes flicked to me, then to the dress, and I could see the flash of desire in them. It was subtle, but I felt it—a magnetic pull between us that made everything else feel distant.

“You look... incredible.” Peter’s voice was low, rough with barely contained desire, and I could see the edge of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I felt a warmth spread through me at the compliment, but I kept my cool, striding toward him with a small smile.

“You clean up well, too,” I teased, glancing at the way his shirt fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders.

Peter’s eyes narrowed playfully, and he straightened up from the car, stepping closer to me. His hand brushed lightly against my waist, just a hint of contact that sent a spark through me.

“Are you sure you want to go inside? I’m pretty sure I could keep you entertained out here for a while,” Peter said, his voice now lower, more intimate.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I kept my gaze locked on his. “We’ll be fine in there, but I’m not promising that you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself the whole time.”

He chuckled softly, but there was something darker in his eyes now. A quiet intensity that made my heart race.

“Well, that’s a good start.” His fingers brushed against mine as he offered me his hand. “Let’s see if we can keep it together inside.”

I took his hand, the touch familiar yet electrifying. With a final, lingering look, I followed him into the restaurant, the anticipation between us hanging thick in the air.

My hand stayed in his as the hostess led us through the restaurant to a quiet table in the back. The lighting was dim, for atmosphere, I supposed. Peter pulled my chair out for me to sit before taking the one beside mine.

“Would you like our wine list, sir?” she asked.

“Just bring us a bottle of house red,” Peter told her.

“I thought you said it didn’t…” I inquired.

“It doesn’t,” he said softly, “It’s for appearances.”

I nodded.

“I’ll need to see some ID,” she said, looking at me.

I opened my purse, the one Lydia suggested, because dresses don’t have pockets, and this one was just big enough to hold my phone and the plastic card that had my picture, showing my birthdate as April 25, 1995. Kira had said that was the perfect date. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. It also had my name, Nova Crescent.

The hostess took the card from me, glancing at it briefly before handing it back with a smile. “Thank you,” she said before turning to leave.

I tucked the card back into my purse, my fingers brushing over the smooth leather for a moment. Peter’s hand was still resting on the table, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off him. He didn’t touch me, but there was something about his proximity that made the air between us heavier, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You really like the whole ‘mysterious rich guy’ thing, don’t you?”

Peter’s lips curved into a smile, but it was guarded, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let me in on the joke. “Sometimes a little mystery makes everything more interesting.”

I felt the weight of his words, the tension in his tone, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, if this is the ‘mysterious rich guy’ routine, I think I’m going to enjoy it.”

Peter chuckled, the sound low and dark, like it was meant for me alone. “We’ll see how much you enjoy it when the night’s over,” he said, his eyes darkening just a touch.

The waitress returned with the bottle of wine, and Peter raised a hand to stop her before she could open it. “You can leave it for now,” he said, his attention fully on me, “we’ll wait until dinner.”

She nodded, placing the bottle down on the edge of the table before leaving us alone again.

I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. I was both nervous and exhilarated by how much I felt drawn to Peter tonight. It was more than just the way he looked at me—there was something in the way he carried himself, in the way he seemed to know exactly what I needed without saying a word.

“So, how is the dinner date supposed to go?” I asked, my voice teasing. “Are we just supposed to eat and talk about our days, or is there more to it than that?”

Peter looked at me with that unreadable intensity, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The dinner part is only the beginning. The real fun comes later.”

I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks at the suggestion. This night was already turning out to be much more than I’d anticipated.

I glanced down at the leather-bound menu, not sure what to order. There were no greasy burgers or pizza on the menu.

“Do you think they have deer?” I offered a smile.

“Look for venison,” he told me.

I scanned the menu, my eyes tracing the elegant descriptions of dishes I’d never even heard of. The place oozed class—nothing like the greasy comfort food I was accustomed to.

“Ah, here we go,” I said, pointing to a line that mentioned venison in a slow-cooked stew. I could practically smell the rich, savory aroma just from reading it. I hadn’t hunted in a while, but something about the thought of it now seemed oddly comforting.

Peter leaned back in his chair, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Venison... You’re not really a 'filet mignon' type of girl, are you?"

I gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. "What, you think I can't appreciate a fancy cut of meat?" I shot back, the teasing edge to my voice hiding a bit of uncertainty. I wasn’t exactly the steak-and-wine type, but I liked to think I could handle myself in fancy situations when I needed to.

Peter just smirked, watching me with that gleam in his eye. "It’s not about the fancy food. It’s about how you handle the night. And right now, you’re handling it perfectly."

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected that. “So, you’re saying this is a test?”

“A little one,” he replied, leaning in just a fraction closer. “But it’s more about seeing how you make this night yours.”

I couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth flood my chest at his words. This wasn’t just about impressing him or fitting into some high-society expectation. It was about something more—about being myself, and letting Peter see who I really was.

I glanced back at the menu, trying to calm the unexpected flutter in my stomach. "Okay, venison stew it is. But only if you order something equally complicated."

Peter chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Fine. I’ll have the roasted rack of lamb with a side of truffle mashed potatoes."

I nodded approvingly. “Now that’s more like it.”

As the waiter came to take our orders, I couldn’t help but feel that the night was already shaping up to be far more meaningful than just a typical dinner. This was... different. In the best way possible. And I had a feeling we weren’t just talking about food.

“So, how did you spend your day while I was at the mall with the girls?” I asked.

Peter leaned back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his wine. "Not much, really. Took care of some business, checked in with a few people. Nothing too exciting. How about you? I assume you had fun?"

I chuckled, swirling the wine in my glass, still getting used to the feel of it. “Fun? Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it fun. More like being dragged around by the girls while they made me try on everything in sight.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, his amusement clearly evident. “Everything? That sounds like a long day.”

“It was,” I admitted, rolling my eyes. “But I did end up with a dress, shoes, and some—well, let’s call them ‘interesting’ undergarments.” I could feel the warmth of a blush creeping up my neck, remembering Lydia's insistence on making sure everything was perfect for tonight.

Peter’s gaze softened, his voice lowering a little. “Sounds like they were taking good care of you. They have a way of making everything seem like an adventure.”

“I’m still not sure about the whole ‘manicure-pedicure’ thing,” I said with a small laugh, “But I guess it wasn’t terrible.”

“Not your thing, huh?” he asked, his tone playful. “I could’ve given you a foot rub when we got back, you know.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to stifle a smile. “You were definitely more tempting with that offer, I’ll admit.”

Peter’s grin widened. “Well, you’ll have to let me know if I get a shot at giving you that foot rub later.” His voice was low, a hint of teasing, but there was something else in his eyes—something more earnest.

I took a sip of my wine, letting the cool liquid settle as I held his gaze. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

Peter leaned in just a little closer, his expression suddenly soft and sincere. "I’ll make sure you’re always lucky, Little Wolf."

The words hung between us for a moment, charged with meaning. A simple promise, but one that felt significant, as if it was more than just about tonight. More than just dinner. It was about trust. About something deeper. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t just fighting to survive. I was fighting for something worth living for. Something that I was beginning to believe could be real.

I felt my mouth salivate as the food was set on the table in front of us. Reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I took a deep breath, trying to remember what Lydia and Kira had said about eating at a restaurant.

I placed my napkin delicately in my lap before cutting my meat into small pieces. Peter watched me as I wrapped my lips around the fork, savoring the first bite.

The rich, savory taste of the venison filled my mouth, and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything else. It was perfectly cooked, tender with just the right amount of seasoning. I closed my eyes for a brief second, savoring the flavors, letting them roll over my tongue. It was the kind of meal that made every other food I’d eaten recently feel like a distant memory.

I glanced up to see Peter watching me closely, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There was something almost intimate about the way he observed me, as if this simple act of eating held more meaning than it seemed. It made me feel a little self-conscious, but also oddly cared for.

I placed the fork down for a moment, lifting my glass of wine and taking a small sip. The flavors of the wine complemented the meat perfectly, and I let out a quiet hum of satisfaction. "This is amazing," I finally said, breaking the silence. "I had no idea how much I was missing out on."

Peter’s smile widened, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Glad you like it. You deserve something better than fast food for once.”

I laughed softly, my gaze flicking between the delicious food and his piercing stare. “I’m starting to think you have a secret side, Peter. A side that’s all about fine dining and fancy clothes.”

“Maybe,” he replied with a casual shrug, but the teasing edge in his voice was soft. “Not everything has to be fast or reckless. Sometimes it’s good to slow down and appreciate the finer things. Especially with someone who knows how to enjoy it.”

His words struck a chord, and I found myself smiling back at him, my nerves easing. Maybe it wasn’t just about the fancy meal, or the dress, or the evening out. Maybe it was about the quiet moments, the connection that simmered under the surface. It was starting to feel real—more than just a simple date. It was something I wasn’t sure I could name just yet, but I could sense it in the way he looked at me, in the way I was looking at him.

I picked up my fork again, taking another bite, feeling the weight of the night settle over me. But this time, the weight felt a little more comfortable. I wasn’t running. I wasn’t hiding. I was just… here. And that was more than I had expected to feel tonight.

“Do you know why you picked Crescent to be your last name?” he asked as he took a sip from his wine glass.

“It felt right, I guess,” I told him, “Argent showed me the research that his father had on my pack, the notes all referred to us as the Crescent Moon pack.”

“I remember Talia talking about them,” he responded, “Said they were our allies.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I wiped the corners of my lips with my napkin, “Your sister and my mother wanted us together when we were young.” I closed my eyes, fighting back the lingering sadness, “I wish I could remember it. The moment we met for the first time. And all the moments between then and when I saw you again.”

He nodded. The Argents didn’t just kill our families. They took away our past together.

“As hard as they tried,” I continued, “They couldn’t keep us apart. I just wish we had more.”

Peter’s voice softened as he spoke, a tenderness in his words that I hadn’t quite expected. “I know, Little Wolf. It’s not fair what they did to us. But we’re here now. That’s what matters.”

I looked down at his hand on my knee, the warmth of his touch grounding me in that moment. The past hung heavy between us, like an unspoken truth, but the present—the now—felt somehow more real. The way he always seemed to know what I needed, even when I didn’t say a word.

“It’s just hard sometimes,” I said, my voice low. “There’s so much I don’t know, and so much I want to remember. I want to understand who I was before all of this... before everything changed.”

Peter’s fingers lightly brushed against my skin, a soft reassurance. "I get it. The past is a part of us, but it doesn’t define us. What matters is the here and now. What we make of the moments we have left."

I met his eyes, the depth of his gaze pulling me in like a current I couldn’t escape. There was so much I wanted to say, but the words were stuck in my throat. The weight of the loss, the family, the connections we could never fully get back... it was almost too much to carry.

“But we still have time,” he added, his voice steady. “And we still have each other.”

A lump formed in my throat at his words. I nodded slowly, the knot of sadness easing just a little, though it would never fully fade. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Peter’s thumb brushed gently over my knee, a silent promise in his touch. "You won’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere, Little Wolf."

The words lingered between us, heavy and certain. As much as I wanted to argue, to protest that I wasn’t sure about anything, part of me—the part that believed in us, even through the cracks—found solace in what he was offering. The connection we shared, no matter how broken it might have been before, was stronger now.

"I’m glad we have now," I said quietly. "We’ve made it through a lot to get here. And even if it’s not perfect, it’s ours."

Peter’s lips curved into a smile, the faintest trace of humor in his eyes. “That’s the best kind of perfect.”

I could feel the weight of the world lifting a little, as though the very presence of him, here and now, was enough to push the shadows aside, if only for a little while. For once, the past didn't seem to matter so much, and I allowed myself to just breathe, to let the evening unfold without worry about what had been lost. We had found each other again, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

“Desert?” the waitress asked.

“I think I’ll take mine to-go,” Peter’s eyes darkened as they peered at me. Then he looked up at the waitress, “Just the check, please.”

The waitress gave a small nod, then walked off to retrieve the check. The tension between Peter and me crackled in the air, and I could feel the heat of his gaze, sharp and intense, even though he wasn’t touching me. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes, but in a way that wasn’t about the physical—it was the unspoken promise of what would come later.

I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to ignore the fluttering in my chest. “You’re making me nervous,” I said quietly, teasing him just enough to break the intensity.

Peter’s lips twitched upward into a half-smile, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good." He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, but the air around us was anything but. "I like it when you’re on edge."

I tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity of it made it hard to focus. It wasn’t just desire—it was something deeper, more raw. The weight of everything between us, all of the history we carried, all of the things we hadn’t yet spoken aloud, all of it simmered beneath the surface.

The shift in energy was palpable, like everything that had been carefully contained was now on the verge of breaking loose. The waitress arrived with the check, setting it down between us without a word.

Peter didn’t even look at it before he pulled out his wallet and dropped down a generous tip. "We’re done here," he said, his voice low, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood up, feeling the weight of his stare on my back as I led the way out of the restaurant. The night was still warm, but it felt like the air between us was charged, ready to snap.

Once we were outside, Peter’s hand was at my waist, pulling me closer as we moved toward the car. There was no more teasing now—just the magnetic pull between us, too strong to resist.

As we reached the car, Peter’s hand tightened on my waist, and for a brief moment, I thought he might press me up against the vehicle right there in the parking lot. His gaze was intense, like he was weighing the moment, but instead, he opened the passenger door for me, never breaking eye contact. “Get in,” he said, his voice a low command that made my pulse quicken.

I slid into the seat, heart pounding in my chest, a cocktail of anticipation and desire curling in my stomach. Peter closed the door with a soft thud, then rounded the car with slow, deliberate movements. He was keeping control—though I could feel the barely contained energy radiating from him. When he slid into the driver’s seat, the air in the car grew heavier, thick with everything unsaid.

The engine hummed to life, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of it filling the silence between us. Neither of us spoke, the quiet pressing in on us, filled with the weight of the things we’d both been holding back. Then Peter glanced at me, his eyes dark and full of intent, his voice low and gravelly. “You know what I want.”

I swallowed, the heat between us making it hard to breathe. “I think I do,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, like I was afraid if I spoke too loud, I’d break the fragile tension.

Peter’s lips curved into a smirk, the hint of something darker in his expression. He reached over, his fingers brushing against my thigh, just enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. “Then you know what’s coming,” he said, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

His touch lingered for a moment, but I could feel it, the tension in the car ratcheting up to a level that made it almost unbearable. The city lights blurred past us as we drove, each second stretching longer, the quiet between us thickening. I could barely concentrate on anything outside the car, my thoughts clouded with nothing but him.

When we pulled into the parking garage, Peter parked the car with precision, the silence stretching out like a taut string between us. He turned toward me, his gaze heavy with unspoken promises. “Let’s go,” he said, voice low, the command in it making my stomach flutter.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, my body still a little unsteady from the charged energy, and stepped out of the car. Peter was already by my side, his hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the stairs. I started toward the door to Derek’s loft, but Peter’s grip tightened, and he gave a small nod toward the stairs leading to the roof.

“Keep going,” he murmured.

The air between us was thick, charged with everything that had been building since we’d arrived at the restaurant, and I knew the night was far from over.

He reached out, pulling open the door that led to the rooftop, and I stepped through, my eyes scanning the unexpected setup. I paused for a moment, taking it all in. The rooftop was transformed into something unexpected and intimate—twinkling fairy lights hung along the edges, casting a soft, romantic glow over the space. Blankets and pillows were scattered across the ground, creating a cozy little haven. A projector screen stretched across the wall, the perfect setup for a private movie night under the stars.

I turned to Peter, my heart fluttering as I looked at him. "Is this the business you were working on?" I asked, my voice soft with curiosity.

He gave a small, almost secretive smile as he stepped forward, his eyes not leaving mine. "Some of it," he replied, his voice a mix of pride and something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of the setting seep into me. It was perfect—so much more than I had expected. "It’s beautiful," I told him, my voice filled with sincerity.

Peter's gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world melted away, leaving just the two of us in this quiet, intimate space. "I wanted tonight to be perfect," he said, his words low and thoughtful.

I stepped closer, drawn in by the allure of the rooftop and the man who had made it all come together. The air was cool, but the lights, the blankets, the anticipation—it all made me feel warm, safe, and deeply connected to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

"Perfect," I repeated, my eyes never leaving his. "You definitely nailed it."

Peter’s hand found mine, his fingers lacing through my own with a firmness that both steadied and excited me. He led me toward the projector screen, the soft hum of the machine filling the air as the first flickers of light danced across the fabric. A slow, melodic score began to play, setting the scene for what promised to be a romantic film. Dirty Dancing

He glanced down at me, his dark eyes glinting with that same intensity from the restaurant. “I want to watch you,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, like the notes of the music. “To feel you react to every moment.” His words sent a shiver through me, and I could feel the heat of his body even before he pulled me closer.

I tried to focus on the screen, but it was impossible with him so near. The weight of his gaze on my face, the way his thumb traced small circles on the back of my hand—it was all-consuming. His breath warmed my neck as he leaned in, lips brushing against my ear. “Relax,” he whispered, his tone both a command and a reassurance. “Just feel it.”

The movie unfolded in soft hues, the kind of story that made you ache for love, for connection. But the real story was playing out between us. Peter’s hand slipped from mine, moving to my waist as he guided me toward a pile of blankets he’d laid out earlier. We settled onto the ground, the cool air only making the warmth of his body more inviting.

He reclined slightly, pulling me to rest against his chest. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, a counterpoint to the rising tension in my own body. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns along my arm, up to my shoulder, then down again. Each touch was deliberate, teasing, as if he were mapping out a path he intended to explore further.

“Do you feel it?” he asked softly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear again. His voice was like velvet, wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into this moment.

I nodded, unable to form words. My heart was pounding now, the movie fading into the background as every nerve in my body seemed to come alive under his attention. His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, and I couldn’t suppress the slight gasp that escaped me.

Peter’s lips curled into a smirk against my ear. “Good,” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. He shifted slightly, his chest pressing more firmly against my back, and I could feel the hard lines of his body, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly at the sound of my reaction.

His hand continued its exploration, moving down to trace the curve of my hip, his touch light but insistent. I felt my skin flush, my breath quickening as his fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of my skirt. “Peter…” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “Just let me watch you. Let me feel you.” His hand moved beneath the fabric of my skirt, his fingers gliding over the smooth skin of my thigh. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me as he inched closer to where I wanted him most.

My hips shifted involuntarily, seeking more contact, and Peter let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin. “So eager,” he teased, his voice a mixture of amusement and desire. His fingers finally reached their destination, brushing lightly over the lace of my underwear, and I let out a shaky breath.

He didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, his touch deliberate and unhurried, as if he were savoring every moment. His fingers traced the outline of me through the fabric, his other hand reaching up to tilt my chin so he could watch my face. “Look at me,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto mine.

I met his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also utterly safe. He saw me, all of me, in a way that no one else ever had. His fingers slid beneath the lace, and I gasped as he finally made contact, my body arching instinctively toward him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see you. Let me feel you.” He began to move his fingers in slow, deliberate circles, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath came in short, shallow gasps, my hips moving with his touch as the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter.

Peter’s lips found mine, his kiss deep and consuming, as if he wanted to draw every moan, every sigh from me. His tongue teased against mine, his fingers matching the rhythm of his kiss, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, the world around us dissolving into nothing but sensation.

And then, just as I felt myself about to fall, he slowed, his fingers stilling, his kiss gentling. I whimpered in frustration, my body trembling with need, but he only smiled against my lips. “Not yet,” he whispered, his voice a promise. “We’re not done here.”

He shifted slightly, his hand leaving me and moving to tug the bow that held my dress up. He slid the straps down my arms and pushed the material down my body. The cool night air caressed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over me.

Peter’s hands returned to my body, his touch firmer now, more possessive. He traced the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. His lips followed, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, down to the curve of my breast, and I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He moved lower, his lips brushing against my stomach. I felt exposed, laid bare before him, but also incredibly desired. His lips found the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Peter…” I whispered, my voice breaking on his name.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with hunger, and I knew that he wasn’t just watching me—he was feeling me, every reaction, every tremor, every breath. It was as if he were trying to memorize me, to imprint this moment on his very soul.

And then, without another word, he lowered his head, his lips finally meeting the center of my need, and I cried out, my hands gripping the blankets beneath me as the world exploded into white-hot pleasure. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony as he pushed me higher and higher, until I was certain I would shatter.

Peter’s movements grew more urgent, his lips trailing fiery paths along my skin. His hands were no longer tentative, but possessive, as if he needed to claim every inch of me. The air around us grew thick with tension, the sound of our breathing the only rhythm that mattered. My pulse thrummed in my ears, each beat echoing with the raw need that he was stoking within me.

His fingers grazed my skin like fire, teasing and testing, before diving deeper, searching for the place where I ached most. The pressure built slowly at first, a subtle burn that quickly turned into something more insistent. I arched toward him, unable to stop myself, as if my body had a mind of its own, responding to his every touch.

“Please…” I gasped, the word barely a whisper but heavy with the weight of my longing.

He didn’t need to be told. His hands moved faster now, more determined, the rough edge of his touch mingling with the gentleness of his lips as they found mine again, drowning me in the taste of him. Every kiss, every caress, felt like an answer to a question I didn’t know how to ask.

I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t hold onto the edges of reality as he pushed me higher. The world around us blurred, leaving only the fire between us. I could feel him everywhere—his hands, his lips, his body pressing against mine. Every inch of my skin felt alive, every nerve singing in time with the rhythm he set.

And then, just as the pressure inside me became unbearable, he surged forward, claiming me completely. His touch, his kiss, his very presence consumed me, leaving me breathless, shaking, and utterly lost in him. And when I finally broke apart, it wasn’t just a release—it was a surrender, a moment where nothing existed

Peter’s eyes lingered on the soft fabric of my bra, his gaze dark and heavy, as if he were absorbing every inch of me. His fingers barely brushed the lace, sending a shiver through me, and the sensation felt almost too much. “This isn’t the one you showed me,” he murmured, his voice thick with something dangerous, something hungry.

My breath hitched as I arched into his palm, a small gasp escaping me. “Are you disappointed?” I asked, my voice a quiet challenge, even though every part of me was trembling under his touch. My body ached for more, the electric pulse of desire still rippling through me with every inch he explored.

His lips curled into a smirk, but his touch was no less demanding. “Not disappointed,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the delicate lace, teasing, testing. “Just wondering what you’re hiding under here.” His voice lowered, and I could feel the weight of his words pressing against my skin like his fingers had.

He didn’t wait for an answer, his other hand moving to gently slide the strap off my shoulder, his fingertips grazing my skin as they went. The cool air rushed against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth he left behind.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, his voice a rough caress, as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered.

I lifted slightly, letting him fully remove my bra. My nipples tightened to a peak from the coolness of the night air and the way his touch lingered on my skin. His eyes stayed locked on mine, but I could feel his focus shifting, his gaze dropping to my breasts. He took his time, his eyes roaming over me like he was committing every detail to memory.

His hands moved with purpose, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough. Each brush of his fingertips against my skin sent electric sparks through me, igniting every nerve. His lips never left mine for long, his kiss fierce, hungry—demanding in a way that stole my breath.

I arched into him again, feeling the tautness in my body as it reacted to his touch. The cool night air against my bare skin was in stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. My nipples tightened, painfully sensitive, every brush of his hand amplifying the ache between my thighs.

Peter’s mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I shuddered, my hands gripping his shoulders harder, pulling him closer, desperate for more. “Peter,” I gasped, the word breaking on my lips as his hands slid down my body, his touch scorching wherever he made contact.

When he pulled away, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and full of unrelenting desire. He studied me, every inch of my body, as if trying to memorize the way I felt beneath him. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, the words almost reverent as his hands moved to cup my breasts again, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple.

I gasped, the sensation making me arch into his touch, my skin humming in response. “More,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

Peter’s mouth lowered, trailing soft kisses over my breast before he took my nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity. The sensation of his mouth on me, warm and demanding, pulled a low moan from my chest. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper as I felt his tongue flicker and glide over me.

The heat of his body pressed against mine, the hardness of him undeniable. He was so close, and yet every part of me ached for him to fill the space between us. My hands slid down to his chest, brushing over the firm muscles of his body as I tugged at his clothes, desperate to feel him against me.

“Please,” I whispered again, the word barely audible, but Peter heard it. His eyes darkened, his grip on me tightening as he whispered back, his voice rough and laden with hunger, “Tell me exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

I hesitated for a moment, the words sticking in my throat as the weight of the moment pressed down on me. But the look in his eyes—dark and full of hunger, waiting for me to break—pushed me past the hesitation. “I need you,” I breathed, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper.

His hands were on me instantly, gripping my waist with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. The fabric of my panties was ripped away in one swift motion, leaving me exposed under his unyielding gaze. His eyes never wavered from mine, and the hunger in them was raw, almost predatory, as if he was barely holding himself back from taking everything in one go.

The air between us crackled with heat, and I could feel his fingertips burning where they gripped my hips, holding me in place as if to claim me. His body hovered above mine, and the tension in his gaze was palpable, as though he was holding his breath, waiting for some kind of permission to push forward.

"Peter," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of need and desire. "Please."

With a soft groan, he pushed into me slowly, his body sliding against mine with a languid, deliberate pace that made me feel every inch of him. The warmth of him filled me, and I could feel the heat spreading, deep inside me, where his body was now a part of me. He paused for a moment, giving me the space to adjust, and I could see the strain in his eyes, the effort it took for him to stay in control.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through me. "So fucking good."

His words sent a shock of desire straight through me, and I moaned, my body shuddering in response. I gripped his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as I allowed myself to feel him fully, the warmth of his skin and the strength of his body surrounding me.

He started moving then, his rhythm steady and relentless. His hips rolled against mine, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that left me breathless. His hands were on me again, possessively gripping my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, as if he couldn’t get enough. Each movement felt like an electric current passing between us, building in intensity until it consumed everything in its path.

I moved my hips, matching the relentless intensity of his thrusts. Each movement was like a spark against my skin, sending waves of heat through my body. My grip tightened around him, nails digging into his back as I held on, feeling every pulse of him. His rhythm was unyielding, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust, each deep, commanding movement.

The pressure inside me built and built, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as his body moved in a way that sent electricity jolting through my veins. When he hit that spot inside me, the one that made everything inside me tremble, a flood of pleasure surged through me, so intense that it made my vision blur.

I cried out, my body quivering uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over me, a wave of heat and sensation that left me gasping for air. My walls tightened around him, clenching in waves as the pleasure spiraled out of control.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, deep and raw, as he drove into me one final time. His body shuddered, his release flooding me, and I could feel the pulsing heat of him inside me. We both trembled in the aftermath, tangled in the lingering waves of pleasure that echoed through both of us.

He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin as he rubbed his cheek along the curve of my throat, inhaling deeply. The scent of him—raw, primal—flooded my senses, and I couldn't help but shiver under its intensity. It wasn’t just the smell of his cologne or sweat; it was something deeper, something ancient. I felt his wolf side in every brush of his skin, in the deep growl that rumbled from his chest like a distant thunderstorm.

There was something almost possessive in the way he marked me, not just with his touch, but with the very air between us. He was claiming me in the only way he knew how—by scenting me, by making me a part of him. The bond between us, the kind that was forged in the heat of the moment, wasn’t just emotional. It was instinctual, undeniable. I could feel the shift in the air around us, the pull of our wolves reaching for each other, a magnetic force that bound us even tighter.

I smiled, that warmth spreading through my chest as the feeling sank in. I was his, yes, but in the same breath, he was mine. The connection was undeniable, as primal and deep-rooted as the wolves we were. I could feel the pull in my bones, the surge of belonging that surged through me, wild and untamed.

His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth grazing lightly, and I gasped, my body instinctively leaning into him. My senses sharpened, heightened by his proximity, by the scent of his wolf mingling with mine. Everyone could feel it—the bond that ran so deep it was woven into our very beings.

I was always his. And as my wolf stirred inside me, I knew the reverse was just as true. Our souls were locked in this unbreakable bond, a connection beyond mere words or desires.

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf smut #peter hale x oc #pater hale

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ilthoriatm · 3 months ago

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spring exists to remind us that everything can begin again .

the bells of belveil ring , attention pulled from the festivities happening in the streets of ardora , towards the gates : announcing the arrival of the first noble carriage . " show benevolence , " the high king spoke to his subjects , " after all , it is a happy day , and i share it with the rest of you . "

this was no ordinary anniversary , high king aldwin assured the attendees in their invitations . this was the tenth year since his golden son married his wife , the kingdom's crown princess , and it'll be a grandiose celebration . all the wardens and their bannermen brought together within ardora's capitol , for not only the yearly spring celebration , but for crown prince's and princess' vow renewal .

for the week , the palace will buzz . from servants attending to the nobles , to them preparing the spring feast and the ball room for the happy couple's private event . let us not forget the great beast hunt to wrap it all up , where the one who will have hunted the biggest game will be awarded the honor of crowning this year's lady of the hunt . the king welcomes his guest with grandiose flourish , bids them a good week , happy festivities , and luck .

ooc information

it's here , sweets ! our opening event is finally under way . this event will last two weeks ooc , from april twelfth to april twenty sixth , yet will only last a week in character .

feel free to have your characters partake in the festivites , such as bonfires , dances , games ( sword fighting , archery , ring toss , etc ) , flower crowns , you name it .

once the two weeks is over , the ceremony of the vow renewals will commence , bleeding into the great beast hunt . if you would like your character to participate ! please let us know in the survey posted in the discord chat , as well as the lady they wish to present the title of lady of the hunt to should they win .

nobles shall reside within belveil palace and its numerous chambers for the week , granted full access to its commodities , including the kitchen , library , gardens and so forth . the only wing unable to be accessed would be the north wing , where the king and queen reside .

in addition to this event , we will be introducing four new houses : house ryu , house alcantra , house scarrow and house liraz , all of which will be poc !

have fun sweetums ! and be sure to include everyone . it's no fun unless everyone is participating .

#ilthoria.event #appless rp

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torio12539 · 7 months ago

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One last spring with you

Summary: You and your childhood friend Navia spend the spring together every year, that is until she engaged.

Tags: Navia x fem!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, historical AU, arranged marriage, forced marriage.

Warnings: None really

A/n: Isn't Navia just the best? *Proceeds to write an entire hurt no comfort oneshot*

07/03/1883

Dear diary

It's almost spring time, I'm so excited, her family is coming here in two weeks and they'll be staying here for three months for the spring ball just like always, I can't wait

21/03/1883

Dear diary

She has arrived today, I couldn't even contain myself when I saw her I just ran and hugged her, oh how I've missed her.

We went to the garden and sat under the big apple tree, we drank tea together and ate some of the apples there like we always do.

Later at night I snuck her into my room after everyone was asleep and we cuddled, it feels so close being to her after so long

Reader's pov: We were sitting under the apple tree, over a picnic blanket drinking tea and eating sandwiches "I missed you so much dear" you told her "I did too, being away for so long, but at least we could write to each other" Navia smiled at you "Of course, oh by the way I have something to show you" you said picking up a small jewellery box "What is it love" she asked "I wanted to give you something to remember me even when we're not together" I told her as I opened to reveal a locket with a picture of us inside "Oh how thoughtful of you, it's perfect, you're perfect" she said, and after making sure no one could see us she kissed me.

21/04/1883

Dear diary

It has been a month since Navia has arrived and I couldn't be happier, we have been happier.

Everything was perfect with her, every day we'll go to the garden, sit under the big apple tree, eat and talk together, we'll pick the apples, and though my parents would never normally let me into the kitchen as it is "not suitable for a lady of my status" as they put it, even they couldn't resist Navia's charm, and we'd bake ourselves desserts using the apples we picked.

though time flies, and I'd hate to see her go again this year, not only that but we were both nearing our 18th birthday, and it meant that soon our parents will find us a husband, and we won't be able to be together anymore, so I decided I'll take matters into my own hands, tomorrow is my family's annual spring ball, there I'll ask her to run away with me, so we can be together.

Reader's pov: The spring annual spring ball is a spectacle to behold, my parents would prepare for it months ahead, food, clothes, staff and decor all have to be the best of the best, the event is said to be one of the best in this region and it always lives up to that. The first hour or so is for all of the guests to meet the hosts also known as my parents mingle together, of course those who attended the ball every year, local elites, business partners and family friends, are already familiar with each other, and busies themselves catching up with their acquaintances, while those who attend for the first time make sure to meet as many people as they can hoping that associating with more reach people will give them a leg up, and get them richer than they already are, and after attending this ball every year of my life, courtesy of being the daughter of the hosts, I find it boring, I already know most of the attendees, and while some of them are nice, I mostly spend my time with Navia. After that, there's dinner, sometimes someone decides to make a big announcement, usually something to do with a business deal or someone who found a suitor for their child announcing their engagement, I never really listened, I didn't really know any of those people, none of those things ever concerned me, until today. Second person pov: After the main course was eaten, as dessert was being served and more drinks were being poured Callas spoke up "I have a very special announcement for you all today" at that you started to pay attention, dread overcoming you as you knew what he was gonna announce. "Me and my wife have found our lovely daughter Navia a husband!" Cheers were being heard but all you could feel was a growing lump in your throat as you were holding back tears Reader's pov I couldn't believe my ears, sure, it was bound to happen that I knew, but it was all too unreal for me, I couldn't have imagined this, but worst of all she'll be getting married, and soon my parents will likely find me a suitor too, and we won't be able to be together anymore, and that thought made me want to cry. The remaining hours of the ball are back to the mingling. Couples are dancing, people are drinking, but most importantly people were distracted and I decided to take the chance and talk to Navia. After we reached a secluded corner I finally asked her "Did you know about any of this?" She looked down, looking a bit ashamed "I did" she answered me "Why? Why did you hide such a thing from me?" I asked, I didn't know what hurt more, the fact that Navia will be married off or the fact that she hid this from me for at least a month for now. "I didn't wanna make you sad, this may very well be our last spring together I didn't want to have this looming over our head, making us both sad, like I said I don't know if we'll still see each other every spring, but I want you to know I love you, and I'll always will" She told me "I love you too" I answered. After that I went back to the big ballroom, and I didn't know what to do with myself, usually I spend this time with Navia, but now I can't even look at her, lest I burst into tears, so I just stood there, alone. I was snapped away from my thoughts by some guy, he asked me to dance, usually I would've said no, but I needed a distraction badly, so I accepted. He seemed like a nice enough guy, though I didn't really care either way, in fact I didn't even remember his name, or if he ever gave it me.

21/05/1883

Dear diary

I spent the last month with Navia well, or at least tried to, even though we did all that we usually do, sit in the garden and talk, or cuddle together in one of our rooms, or go shopping together, or anything really, she was correct, it hasn't been the same, back then I would've been happy to those things with her, spend time with her, be close to her, but now whenever I am with her all I can feel is sad at the fact that this may very well be our last time.

I'll miss her so much

02/06/1883

Dear diary

it has been almost two weeks since her departure and everyday just gets worse and worse as the reality of it all sinks in.

Places and items I would normally feel happy and nostalgic about now make me feel sick to my stomach, namely the apple tree we used to always sit and talk under.

I couldn't handle it anymore, I told my parents I want it chopped off, I can't stand looking at it, the memories it brings were once fond, but now they just feel bitter, I hope it gets better soon.

14/06/1883

Dear diary

It happened, my parents found me a suitor, this is the last entry I'm making, after I finish writing this I'll rip out all the pages and throw it away, I definitely can't take it with me and have my future husband, as much as the thought of one brings me pain, seeing it, and I don't want my parents discovering it, and what me and Navia had, I know they won't take kindly to that

Maybe after this once I'm at my new house, that I doubt will ever be a home to me I could start a new journal, a blank page.

#navia #genshin navia #navia x reader #navia x you #historical au #genshin x reader #genshin x you #wlw #genshin impact #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #genshin fanfic

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tamapalace · 1 year ago

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2023 Year In Review

2023 was a great year for Tamagotchi, which included the first ever simultaneous global release of the new Tamagotchi Uni! We’ve seen a record number of Tamagotchi products, collaborations, events, and so much more. Let’s take a look back and see what made 2023 so special!

01/19/2023

Bandai Japan Announces Tamagotchi x Sanrio Gashapon Keychain Charms

More Gashapon love to kickoff 2023! The Tamagotchi x Sanrio Gashapon charms were adorable, and wildly successful, following the launch of the Tamagotchi Smart Sanrio TamaSma Card.

02/01/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Garden Poppies, Memphis Style, & Tama Universe Tamagotchi Original Shells

New shells announced for spring 2023! These three new shells were adorable, and you know we just love the Memphis Style shell. Scheduled release of March 12th, 2023!

02/09/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Jurassic Park Tamagotchi Preorders

Following the Bandai Japan announcement of the Jurassic World Tamagotchi in late 2022, Bandai Namco US announces a slightly different (by shell and packaging only) Jurassic Park Tamagotchi with a release date of February 6th, 2023.

02/13/2023

Supreme Previews Spring Summer 2023 Collection, Includes Supreme Tamagotchi

This was a big deal! Supreme, the popular streetwear brand announced the Supreme Tamagotchi in their Spring Summer 2023 collection. These were produced in limited quantities and were only available for an initial drop.

02/16/2023

Bandai Premium Japan Announces “Chara Timer Tamagotchi” Tamagotchi Timer”

Bring some Tamagotchi to the kitchen! The latest accessory announced by Bandai, modeled after the 1996 Tamagotchi original P1 blue clock shell, and helping Tamagotchi fans not burn their cookies in the oven.

02/23/2023

American Girl Reveals Tamagotchi for 90’s Themed Accessory Pack

Cute collaboration with the iconic American Girl Doll brand! The 90’s accessory pack available for purchase includes a miniature P1 Tamagotchi Original with a lenticular screen featuring Mametchi.

02/28/2023

Bandai Japan Debuts Tamagotchi LINE Theme & Animated Emojis!

Elevate your LINE messaging with new Tamagotchi theme and stickers. These feature original Tamagotchi graphics from the P1 and P2 dating back to 1996, and 1997 respectively.

03/31/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Tokyo Revengers Tamagotchi

Another collaboration makes its easy over to North America. Bandai Namco US announces the Tokyo Revengers Tamagotchi, and Hug My Tamagotchi sets. Release date was set for May 23rd, 2023.

04/02/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Jujutsu Kaisen 0 Tamagotchi

Just recently released in Japan, and now officially announced by Bandai Namco US! Preorders were listed on Amazon with a release date of July 6th, 2023.

04/25/2023

Bandai Namco US & Japan Simultaneously Announce Harry Potter Wizarding World Tamagotchi

Love a synchronized announcement. The two announced the Harry Potter Tamagotchi, featuring two shells, unique programing, and more. Official release date set for July 15th, 2023.

05/16/2023

Bandai Namco US is Looking for Licensing Partner for Lifestyle Consumer Products

Bandai Namco US needs some help! That’s right, Bandai Namco US attended the 2023 Las Vegas Licensing Expo looking for a licensing partner to develop Tamagotchi licensed products which would include apparel, accessories, stationary, food, and more! We’re still waiting to see how this comes to fruition. Fingers crossed.

05/17/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces New Tamagotchi Original Shells for Summer

New Season, new shells. Bandai Namco US announces three new Tamagotchi Original shells, Kuchipatchi Comic Book, Berry Delicious, and Starry Shower. Starry Shower instantly became a fan favorite. Official release date set for June 28th, 2023.

05/24/2023

Bandai Gashapon Ringcolle! Tamagotchi Rings

Put a ring on it! If you’re going to propose to us, it better be with one of these rings. Bandai Gashapon announces Gashapon Ringcolle which are shaped and designed like the original Tamagotchi from 1996 and 1997! These would be available in Japan nationwide September 2023.

05/27/2023

Bandai UK, Spain, France, Mexico, United States, & South Korea Tease Tamagotchi Announcement on June 6th, 2023

We will NEVER forget seeing this video for the first time, and the excitement it brought to us. We can still feel it EVERY time we watch this video. Bandai officially teases the next Tamagotchi, and by the looks of it from the high quality teaser video, it’s about to be a global release. If we only knew then what we knew now. What an INCREDIBLE time in Tamagotchi history. Marketing efforts 10/10. We buckled up for a very fun, and busy Tamagotchi summer.

05/31/2023

Bandai Japan Announces FRGMT Edition Tamagotchi Original

Another collaboration with a streetwear brand, this time it’s FRGMT! This shell is unique in all-black, white accents, and the FRGMT logo at the top. P1 programming, available in limited quantities only via a lottery! Winners received their delivers in September 2023.

06/01/2023

Bandai Gashapon Reveals Tamagotchi Plus Series Charms

Starting off June right! Bandai announces Tamagotchi Plus Series Charms, which would soon prove to be a fan favorite, and give us all more hope for a Tamagotchi Connection re-release soon. These were released the third week of June 2023 in Japan nationwide. They would later be released outside of Japan, including the United States.

06/01/2023

Bandai Globally Announces Tamagotchi Uni!

The moment we were all awaiting for. Around 3:00AM EST Bandai globally announced the Tamagotchi Uni, the next generation Tamagotchi featuring wi-fi connectivity, the Tamaverse, and much more with a global release too. This was an ICONIC moment for the Tamagotchi community to witness, and we will never forget the initial excitement for the announcement, we even stayed up late watching the website go down for maintenance, and then woke up super early to write about the announcement.

06/12/2023

Bandai Spain Kicks off World Tamagotchi Tour with Tamagotchi Uni Launch Party in Madrid

As a part of the World Tamagotchi Tour, Bandai Spain kicks off the tour with a launch party in Madrid! The event was open to the public, and featured a musical performance by Twin Melody, contests to win the new Tamagotchi Original, and more!

06/20/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Limited Edition Star Wars Grogu Mandalorian Armor Tamagotchi

New shell alert! Following the success of the Gorgu Tamagotchi, Bandai Namco US announces a limited edition shell that comes in a commemorative display case. WIth only 1,500 units produced, they were only available at select events, including San Diego Comic-Con 2023, and New York Comic-Con 2023.

06/29/2023

Inside the NYC Tamagotchi Uni Launch Party

We were invited to the Tamagotchi Uni launch party in New York City to preview the new Tamagotchi Uni, and meet the newest member of the Tama Family, Charli D’Amelio! The party did NOT disappoint, every detail was perfect, the food and drinks were delicious, and the event was packed with influencers, the media, and some very important people, including Tara Badie, Bandai Namco Toys & Collectibles America, Senior Director Brand Strategy.

07/01/2023

Bandai Japan Reveals Tamagotchi Uni Commercial

We were thinking “where’s the commercial” for a while since the official announcement, and it’s here! Bandai Japan finally reveals the television commercial that will be airing nationwide in Japan to advertise the new Tamagotchi Uni.

07/03/2023

Bandai Gashapon Reveals Tamagotchi Kuruntote Bags

More Gashapon love! Bandai Gashapon partners up with Kuruntote to deliver Tamagotchi branded reusable bags that are delivered in a Gashapon capsule. How awesome? Officially released nationwide in Japan the fourth week of July 2023.

07/17/2023

Bandai Japan Announces Usada Pakora Tamagotchi

The next collaboration! Bandai Japan announces the collaboration with VTuber Usada Pakora Tamagotchi. Two shell designs, 3 mini games, secrets characters and more. Oh, did we mention plushes and Hug My Tamagotchi sets? Official release was set for December 2023.

08/23/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Fall 2023 Tamagotchi Original Shells

Neon Lights, Milk and Cookies, and Pastel Marble Tamagotchi Original shells are officially announced! The Pastel Marble Tamagotchi Original shell was originally spotted at the Tamagotchi Uni Launch party in NYC. Official Release set for October 4th, 2023.

10/10/2023

Bandai Unveils Tamagotchi Uni in Blue!

You wanted another shell, and you got it! Bandai globally announces the Tamagotchi Uni in blue. Same programming as the pink and purple, but this time, in a gorgeous blue color. Official release set for Tamagotchi’s birthday, November 23rd, 2023!

11/04/2023

Bandai Japan Announces Tamagotchi Gummies with Die Cut Stickers & Download Code!

Candyman! Bandai Japan announces their venture into delicious candy gummies. Two flavors (muscat and lemon) and shapes of Mametchi, Kuchipatchi, Oyajitchi, Ginjirotchi, and Masktchi along with one of 14 different Tamagotchi stickers. Oh, did we mention a cute fruit hat Tamagotchi Uni download code? Officially released nationwide in Japan on November 20th, 2023.

11/09/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Winter 2024 Tamagotchi Original Shells

To wrap up the year, new Tamagotchi Original shells are announced. Pochitchi Comic Book, Lots of Love, and Pure Honey are all set to grace the retail shelves on January 7th, 2024!

11/16/2023

Details for Shibuya 109’s Tamagotchi 27th Birthday Pop-Up Event Released!

To celebrate the 27th birthday of Tamagotchi, Shibuya 109 went all out! Not only were they featured in the Tamagotchi Uni teaser video, but they hosted a pop-up event which featured convention exclusive Tamagotchi Original shells, Tamagotchi Uni, a Tamagotchi disposable camera, Tama Stickers, a Mamethci appearance, and new Tamagotchi’s decorating the iconic Shibuya 109 building in Japan!

01/23/2023

Bandai Namco US Announces Tamagotchi Original Celebration Y3K

To commemorative the 27th birthday of Tamagotchi, Bandai Namco US announces the Tamagotchi Original Celebration Y3K shell which is the first to feature a translucent cover case which will keep the unique blue translucent shell safe! Official release date set for February 8th, 2024.

12/01/2023

Bandai Gashapon Reveals Tamagotchi Clear Rubber Coasters

Even more creative Tamagotchi Gashapon’s! This time, it’s all about your drink, these rubber coasters are the first flat Tamagotchi Gashapon. Available in 5 different shell designs, they’ll keep your furniture safe while also making your drink long stylish!

12/12/2023

Bandai Namco Mobile Announces Tamagotchi Adventure Kingdom Apple Arcade Game

We cannot wait for the official release on January 4th, 2024! Bandai Namco US Mobile announces a whole new Tamagotchi game for your iOS device, it appears to feature lots of missions, adorable graphics, characters, and much more.

12/23/2023

Tamagotchi Date Stamps Now Available at Japan Post Office Online Shop

Elevate your letters with new Tamagotchi date stamps! These date stamps are available for preordering right on the Japan Post website, and come in 17 different styles, adjustable dates and colors based on your ink pad. They’ll ship starting on March 29th, 2024.

12/27/2023

Bandai Japan Decorates HQ Window Display for New Years 2023

Ending the year right. Bandai Japan decorates headquarters with an impressive Tamagotchi display featuring all Tamagotchi characters surrounding a Tamagotchi Original P1 blue clock shell for the celebration of the new year. Something tells us that 2024 is going to be an AMAZING year for Tamagotchi!

12/30/2023

Bandai Japan Schedules My M!X Land Shutdown

With good comes some bad. Bandai Japan announces the official shutdown of the official website that interacts with the Tamagotchi M!X released back in 2016. My M!X Land is set to be shutdown on March 29th, 2024.

2023 was an AMAZING year Tamagotchi. The biggest highlight was the announcement and simultaneous global release of the Tamagotchi Uni. Personally our favorite memory was attending the Tamagotchi Uni launch party in New York City this summer.

We couldn’t imagine celebrating Tamagotchi without our amazing fans. We are looking forward to an even better 2024, so stay tuned to Tama-Palace for the latest and greatest Tamagotchi news. Happy New Year!

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Chapter Twelve

I don’t eat very well for the next week, because everything makes me nauseous. It starts off with a plate of chicken strips at a restaurant on Sunday which for some reason repulses me so much upon taking a bite out of them that I’m sure I’m about to start heaving. I have the waiter box them up for me but they sit sadly in the fridge for days, and then eventually hidden behind the jars so that I don’t have to look at them. Claire eventually throws them in the bin, but it only gets worse from there. By Wednesday breakfast is off the table, even cereal proving too much for me, and as I’m eating it I have to stop, lips quivering with the spoon halfway to my mouth and push the bowl across the table.

“You have to calm down.” Claire says as I stand up from my seat and start pacing the kitchen with my hand grabbing fistfuls of the hair at the back of my head as I try to fight my gag reflex. “I’m not sure this is a typical reaction.”

“Oh really?” I say sarcastically. “I thought everyone threw up when they got anxious about really tiny, stupid things.”

“You haven’t thrown up yet.” She points out. “But if you really don’t want to see Jude I’ll just tell him you don’t want him there.”

“Don’t do that. I do want to see him.”

She eyes me cynically. “Yeah it really seems like it.”

“I’ll be fine when… when he arrives, it’s just the not-knowing part that’s stressing me out. What’s he going to be like?”

“Probably very normal, Evie.”

“God, this is so weird. I’ve never felt this anxious before.”

“Pet.” She says with sympathy. “You do not have to put yourself through something if it’s too upsetting. I hate to see you skipping meals like this. Your body has just gone into proper survival mode.”

“I just can’t eat anything, everything is repulsive at the moment. It’s like my body is putting all of its energy into creating stress hormones.” I put my hand on my chest where I can feel my heart thrumming in a rhythm that’s faster than it should be but it hasn’t slowed down much more than this in several days. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“You’re just afraid of what you don’t know, but you’re going to be alright.” She says as she picks up her phone and starts scrolling. We’ve had this exact exchange every day since last weekend and she’s used to it. I watch her pick up a slice of buttered toast and take a bite, and a fresh wave of nausea washes over me. I have to squeeze my eyes tight. “Get out of here.” She says with her mouth full. “Get fresh air, you’ll feel better on your walk to college.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I say and I take my coat off the hanger before heading out onto the freezing streets. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yep. Come back cured.” She says over her shoulder.

The weather has been spectacularly bad this week. At the moment that our collective positivity had begun to rise, the dawn chorus began again and the flowers shot their way through the soil in announcement of spring, a freak weather event brought actual snow to Dublin. There is never snow in Dublin, but there is this week, the week where February becomes March and usually the temperature reaches a tropical thirteen degrees. It’s been sub zero and everything bar the trains have ground to a halt.

I watch the news from the airport carefully, keenly tuned in as they cancel flights one after another, a big part of me wishing that they’ll cease operations on Friday, but another part knowing I would probably despair a bit if they did. My mindset is so weird, it’s like I don’t know myself anymore. Usually it’s easy to look inwardly and discover what it is that I really want from a situation, but now I want two things in equal measure. There are competing desires within me, each matched in intensity with the other. Seeing him and not seeing him are equally devastating outcomes and it’s like I won’t win and I won’t be happy no matter which comes true, so my body has become some machine in overdrive, glitching out, overheating, unable to compute.

On Friday I hear definitively that they haven’t cancelled any flights, so I start dry heaving in my room.

On Saturday night I put on the dress that Claire bought for me, a tight, black number with one sleeve and a big peekaboo hole in the side of it. It clings to every part of me. I felt a lot better about it when I tried it on in the shop but now it looks wrong. I despair at the soft flesh of my upper arms, the dips where my hips meet my thighs, the little pooch at my lower stomach, all parts of me that used to be flat and tight when I was still keeping myself fit, but now are soft and pliable. I don’t feel as pretty when Claire’s not behind me in the mirror hyping me up. I pinch my face, looking drawn and pale with great big shadows under my eyes, hollows in my cheeks, nothing that makeup can’t fix, but my hands are shaking as I bring a brush to my face. I take a bottle of whiskey out of my bedside table and twist off the cap, taking a gulp from it to steady my nerves.

I had a dream last night that I was at a table across from Jude and he didn’t have a face, but this vast expanse of horrible smooth flesh. He didn’t move, just sat there looking at me without any eyes, and then features started to roll across his face like slot symbols in a casino, stopping only for a second to reveal these weird, incoherent faces, eyes and noses and lips like they’ve been cut from a magazine and taped in place, misshapen and mismatched and wrong. None of them are him, but I can’t conjure up what him is either. I wake up feeling disturbed and I don’t go back to sleep again after that.

Snow starts falling again as I finish my makeup and do something to my hair, and by the time it’s time to leave it’s already ankle-deep, so instead of suffering through a walk I order a taxi through an app. When I’m waiting I decide to have another shot of whiskey so I unscrew the lid and swallow a mouthful, feeling it burn all the way down to my empty stomach. I consider decanting some of it into an empty water bottle so I won’t have to spend any more money on alcohol tonight but the moment I have that thought my phone buzzes to let me know my taxi driver is outside. I shove it into the cupboard under the sink.

When I’m sitting in the car he goes on about the government and how they’re a shower of clowns and I stop humouring him eventually with “yeah”s and “mm”s and just stare out the window and imagine what course Claire and the others are having now. Maybe they’re only getting their main courses, which means they’ll be another half an hour at least. Unless they decide to get dessert. Or even coffee. I know that Claire always gets a cup of tea after her dinner. Maybe they’ll sit talking for a while?

“Here you are, love.” The driver says as he pulls up outside the bar. “Have a good night, yeah?”

“Thank you.” I say, handing him a tenner. The trip costs €9.70 but I wait for him to give me back the thirty cents in change anyway, which seems to perturb him, and he changes his tone then, giving me a very gruff “‘night” as he pulls away from the curb.

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New Jersey and Pennsylvania Cozy Mystery Lovers! New Jersey Peeps! March 8, 2025 10 a.m. - 3 p.m. Hunterdon County Library Headquarters Flemington, New Jersey Come meet your favorite cozy mystery authors! Join Kensington Publishing Corp. for its first Cozy Mystery Book Con of the year with Hunterdon County Library System’s Main Branch! Whether you are a huge fan of the mystery genre or have never heard of “cozy mysteries” before, come meet new authors and find your favorite new mystery series. Registration Required. Attendees are welcome to spend the entire or just drop in at any time. Refreshments will be provided. Thank you to the Frenchtown Bookshop who will be selling copies of the authors' books. ATTENDING AUTHORS Ellery Adams, The Secret, Book, and Scone Society Mysteries Gabby Allan, The Whit ‘n’ Whiskers Mysteries *Also known as Misty Simon! Lynn Cahoon, The Kitchen Witch Mysteries Maddie Day, The Country Store Mysteries Kemper Donovan, The Ghostwriter Mysteries Peggy Ehrhart, The Knit ‘n’ Nibble Mysteries Michael Falco, The Italian Village Mysteries Nicholas George, The Walk Through England Mysteries Traci Hall, The Scottish Shire Mysteries *Also known as Traci Wilton! Darci Hannah, The Food & Spirits Mysteries Dorothy Howell, The Sewing Studio Mysteries Patrice McDonough, The Dr. Julia Lewis Mysteries Leslie Meier, The Lucy Stone Mysteries Roz Noonan, The Alice Pepper Lonely Hearts & Puzzle Club Mysteries Katie Siegel, The Not A Detective Mysteries Eileen Watkins, The Cat Groomer Mysteries REGISTER HERE - https://hclibrary.libcal.com/event/13197112 Pennsylvania Peeps and those willing to travel! March 9, 2025 1 p.m. - 4:30 p.m. Enola Fire Company Enola PA Are you ready to spring into a new cozy mystery read?The Mechanicsburg Mystery Bookshop is delighted to announce this year's Spring CozyCon with Kensington Publishing.Join us for a day of meeting and greeting with authors representing all different kinds of cozy mysteries.Parking and attending is FREE, but registration is REQUIRED, and is now open!Books will be available for purchasing and there will be time for getting them signed. Credit cards and cash will be accepted. Snacks and Refreshments will be provided throughout the event. If you have any questions, please let us know by calling us at 717-795-7470 or by filling out a contact form on this website under the “About Us” tab.For people coming in from out of state, there are many wonderful hotels located within our area, so please feel free to make it a weekend getaway. With numerous parks and benches to read at, what more could you want? Attending Authors Gabby Allan, The Whit ‘n’ Whiskers Mysteries *Also known as Misty Simon! Lynn Cahoon, The Kitchen Witch Mysteries Maddie Day, The Country Store Mysteries Kemper Donovan, The Ghostwriter Mysteries Peggy Ehrhart, The Knit ‘n’ Nibble Mysteries Nicholas George, The Walk Through England Mysteries Traci Hall, The Scottish Shire Mysteries *Also known as Traci Wilton! Darci Hannah, The Food & Spirits Mysteries Roz Noonan, The Alice Pepper Lonely Hearts & Puzzle Club Mysteries And More! Register Here - https://www.mysterybooksonline.com/spring-cozy-con-2025 I attended the Kensington Cozies Cozy Con Midwest last March and can attest to these events being a blast! I wish I could attend this one too, and meet more of my favorite authors! Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent Read the full article

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EPCOT Food & Wine Festival 2024 Dates | Activities

Every fall, Walt Disney World transforms Epcot into a global foodie's paradise with the annual Epcot International Food & Wine Festival. This beloved event has become a staple for Disney fans and culinary enthusiasts alike, offering a tantalizing journey around the world through an array of delectable dishes, refreshing beverages, and immersive experiences. As you step into Epcot during the festival, the aromas of diverse cuisines waft through the air, beckoning you to embark on a gastronomic adventure. The heart of the celebration lies in the World Showcase, where over 25 global marketplaces line the promenade, each representing a different country or region. From the savory flavors of Mexico to the sweet delights of Belgium, these kiosks serve up tapas-sized portions, allowing you to sample a multitude of culinary delights without committing to a full meal. Beyond the tantalizing bites, the Epcot Food & Wine Festival offers a plethora of experiences to delight your senses. Nightly concerts at the Eat to the Beat Concert Series feature popular musical acts, providing the perfect soundtrack to your culinary escapades. Immersive seminars and demonstrations led by renowned chefs, sommeliers, and mixologists offer a chance to deepen your knowledge and appreciation for the art of food and beverage. With the recent announcement of the Epcot Food and Wine dates and details, it's time to start planning your culinary adventure at Epcot.

A Brief History of the Epcot Food and Wine Festival

Before we dive into all the incredible food and activities the festival has to offer, let's go over the history of the the Food and Wine Festival at Epcot! Origins and Early Years The Epcot Food & Wine Festival traces its origins back to 1995, when it began as a small event called the Walt Disney World Village Wine Festival held at the Disney Village (now Disney Springs). In 1996, the festival was moved to Epcot and rebranded as the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival. The first year at Epcot featured just 25 global marketplace kiosks around the World Showcase promenade. It ran for 30 days from September 28 to October 27, bridging the gap between the summer and holiday seasons to boost park attendance. Some popular food items that debuted in 1996 and have remained festival staples include Canada's cheddar cheese soup, Poland's pierogies, and Germany's apple strudel. Gaining Popularity (1997-2001) The festival started gaining major popularity in its early years at Epcot: - In 1997, a benefit gala was added featuring celebrity chef Julia Child to raise money for hunger relief organizations. - The Art of Winemaking seminar series debuted in 1998, hosted by master sommeliers. - Educational wine exhibits were added around World Showcase in 1999, as well as the first Disney Classic 10K race. - The Millennium Village exhibit celebrated global cultures in 2000. - The Robert Mondavi winery showcased the winemaking process in 2001. Signature Events Introduced (2002-2006) Several signature events were introduced during this period that became annual staples: - Party for the Senses and the Eat to the Beat Concert Series both debuted in 2002. - Kitchen Karnival for kids was added in 2003. - Sparkling wines in cans with straws were introduced in 2004 for sipping while strolling. - The Odyssey cooking school launched in 2005, along with the Food & Wine Race for the Taste 10K. - 2006 marked the festival's 10th anniversary with special celebrations. Continued Growth and Innovation (2007-Present) As the festival's popularity exploded, Disney continued expanding and adding new elements: - New marketplaces like Twinings Tea Bar and Celebrate Oklahoma debuted in 2007. - The festival duration was extended each year, reaching a record 129 days in 2022. - More special events, seminars, celebrity chef appearances, and musical acts were added. - In 2024, a new Festival Center area called CommuniCore Hall will open as a dedicated home base. What started as a small 30-day event has transformed into a major 129-day festival featuring over 25 global marketplaces, nightly concerts, seminars, culinary demos, and other immersive experiences celebrating food, beverage and culture from around the world. The Festival Epcot Food and Wine has become one of Disney World's most popular annual events!

Food and Wine Festival Dates and Duration

The 2024 Epcot Food and Wine Festival takes place at Walt Disney World, August 29th through November 23, 2024 spanning an impressive 3 months! This extended duration allows guests ample time to savor the diverse offerings and immerse themselves in the festival's vibrant atmosphere. The Food and Wine Festival Epcot is one of the best times to expand your culinary palette! They have so many different offerings, it makes it easy to stay longer so you can try each marketplace! Epcot Food and Wine festival dates can sneak up on you, so make sure and mark them in your calendar!

Food and Wine Global Marketplaces

The global marketplaces are a highlight of the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival, offering tapas-sized portions of regional specialties from around the world. Here are more details about these popular food booths: Global Marketplace Overview - Over 25 different global marketplace booths are set up around the World Showcase promenade during the festival - Each booth represents a different country, region or cuisine theme - They offer small plates, drinks, and desserts inspired by traditional dishes from that area - Portion sizes are tapas-style or appetizer-sized to allow guests to sample multiple items - Prices typically range from $4-$8 per dish/drink Returning Favorite Marketplaces Some of the marketplaces that return year after year include: - Mexico: Taco al Pastor, sweet corn cake, margaritas - Belgium: Belgian waffles, beer flights, chocolate treats - Greece: Spanakopita, Greek salads, wines - Germany: Crispy pork shanks, apple streudel, beers - Canada: Cheddar cheese soup, ice wines - France: Boeuf bourguignon, cheese plates, slushie cocktails - Hawaii: Kalua pork sliders, tuna poke New and Rotating Marketplaces Disney adds new booths or rotates different countries each year to keep things fresh: - 2023 New: Flavors of America, Char & Chop, Wine & Wedge, Bubbles & Brine, Swirled Showcase - 2022 New: Brew-Wing at the Odyssey pavilion - Past Booths: Chocolate Studio (2016), Candy Sushi (2011), Cheese Studio (2019) Sample Past Menu Items - Warm Raclette Swiss Cheese with Alpine ham and baby potatoes (The Alps) - Grilled Chermoula Chicken or Moroccan lamb kebabs (Morocco) - Crispy pork belly with black bean arancini (Brazil) - Beef brisket burgerwich (Flavors from Fire) - Impossible Moussaka (Greece) - Beef brisket poutine (Brew-Wing) The global marketplaces offer an incredible diversity of flavors and cuisines to explore during the Epcot Food and Wine Festival. With new booths and menu items added each year, there's always something new for returning guests to discover. One of the festival's main attractions is the array of over 25 global marketplaces scattered around the World Showcase and beyond. These kiosks offer a tantalizing selection of traditional dishes, desserts, and beverages from various countries and regions. Prepare your taste buds for a journey around the world as you sample flavors from Africa, Asia, Europe, and the Americas. Be sure to pace yourself during the Food and Wine festival in Epcot so you don't over do it!

Popular Marketplace Highlights

While the complete Epcot Food and Wine 2024 menu has yet to be revealed, some fan-favorite marketplaces are expected to return! Some highlighted food items from various marketplaces include: The Alps - Warm Raclette Swiss Cheese with alpine ham, baby potatoes, cornichons, and baguette - Dark Chocolate Fondue with Berries, Pound Cake and Meringues (plant-based)

Australia - Grilled Sweet-and-Spicy Bush Berry Shrimp with pineapple, pepper, onion, and snap peas - Roasted Lamb Chop with mint pesto and potato crunchies - Lamington: Yellow cake with raspberry filling dipped in chocolate and coconut

Belgium - Beer-braised Beef served with smoked gouda mashed potatoes - Belgian Waffle with warm chocolate ganache - Belgian Waffle with berry compote and whipped cream

Brazil - Crispy Pork Belly with Black Bean Arancini and Cilantro Aioli - Mango Mousse with Condensed Milk Crunchies

Greece - Spanakopita (Greek spinach and feta pie) - Plant-Based Impossible™ Moussaka

Hawai'i - Kalua Pork Slider with Sweet and Sour DOLE® Pineapple Rings and Spicy Mayonnaise - Tuna Poke with Avocado and Tomato - DOLE Whip

Mexico - Taco al Pastor: Marinated Pork with Pineapple, Onions, and Cilantro - Sweet Corn Cake with Maple Crema Morocco (Tangierine Café) - Grilled Chermoula Chicken or Moroccan-spiced Lamb Kebabs with carrot-chickpea salad - Fried Falafel Pita with tahini sauce (plant-based) - Pistachio Cake with cinnamon pastry cream and candied walnuts While we don't know the entire Epcot Food and Wine menu yet, we know the offerings will be incredible! We've never been let down yet!

Eat to the Beat Concert Series

The Eat to the Beat Concert Series is a popular offering during the Epcot Food and Wine Festival at Walt Disney World. Here are the key details about this amazing concert series: Concert Overview - Features popular musical acts performing nightly concerts at the America Gardens Theatre in the America pavilion at Epcot's World Showcase - Concerts are included with regular Epcot admission - Typically 3 concert showtimes per night around 5:30pm, 6:45pm, and 8:00pm - Runs the entire duration of the Food & Wine Festival, from late summer through late fall - Check back here for 2024 dates and showtimes

Concert Lineup - The lineup features a mix of nationally recognized bands/artists and local Orlando acts - Big name bands typically perform Friday through Monday nights - Local bands take the stage Tuesday through Thursday when crowds are lighter - Past performers have included Boyz II Men, Hanson, Billy Ocean, Sugar Ray, Starship, Smash Mouth, Air Supply, Everclear, Baha Men, Taylor Dayne, and many more - The 2023 lineup included acts like Boyz II Men, Hanson, Sheila E., Hoobastank, Sugar Ray, Tiffany, MercyMe, and more Eat to the Beat Dining Packages - Guests can purchase an Eat to the Beat Dining Package to guarantee seating for a concert - The package includes a meal at select Epcot restaurants and a concert badge for reserved seating - Pricing has varied, but typically around $35-$95 per person depending on restaurant The Eat to the Beat Concert Series has become a staple of the Epcot International Food Wine Festival, allowing guests to enjoy live music from popular bands while sampling global cuisine and beverages around World Showcase. The diverse lineups over the years have catered to a wide range of musical tastes. The Epcot Food and Wine 2024 concerts are sure to be amazing! Be sure to make room in your schedule for them! Click here for tickets!

Family-Friendly Activities

Festival Food and Wine Epcot offers several kid-friendly activities and experiences to keep children entertained while parents explore the global marketplaces. Here are some of the popular kids' activities during the festival: Remy's Ratatouille Hide & Squeak Scavenger Hunt One of the most popular activities is the Remy's Ratatouille Hide & Squeak scavenger hunt. Children can purchase a map and stickers from select merchandise locations to help Remy find ingredients for ratatouille hidden around the World Showcase. - Kids get a map highlighting the locations to search for Remy statuettes. - When they find a statuette, they can add the corresponding sticker to their map. - After finding all the locations, they return the map for a prize (past prizes included a Remy shoulder plush). - The cost is typically $6.99-$9.99 plus tax. Kidcot Fun Stops The Kidcot Fun Stops allow children to collect free souvenirs at stations located in each World Showcase pavilion. - Kids receive a cardstock character or Duffy the Bear to decorate and color. - Cast members will stamp or sign the souvenirs at each pavilion. - After collecting stamps from every country, kids can return for a bonus lithograph.

Candy Sushi Roll In past years, the Candy Sushi Roll experience allowed kids to create their own candy sushi roll at the Sunshine Seasons restaurant. - Cost was around $4.25 per person. - Kids learned how to roll candy like a sushi chef using fruit by the foot, airheads, and rice crispy treats. Junior Chef Kitchen The Junior Chef Kitchen offered free 30-minute cooking demonstrations on Sundays during the festival. Kids could learn to prepare kid-friendly dishes. 1 Disney Du Jour Dance Party While not specifically for kids, the Disney Du Jour Dance Party featured Radio Disney performers and offered an opportunity for kids to dance along. It was held on weekend nights. Other potential activities have included Pluto's Pumpkin Pursuit scavenger hunt, Chip & Dale's Harvest Campfire with s'mores, and the Disney Pixar Pals Scavenger Hunt. Disney often rotates the kid activities each year, so new ones may be introduced. The Epcot Food & Wine Festival 2024 provides fun, educational activities to engage kids while allowing parents to enjoy the global food and beverage offerings around World Showcase.

Emile's Fromage Montage at the Epcot Food and Wine Festival

Returning this year to the Epcot Food and Wine Festival is Emile's Fromage Montage, a cheese-themed experience that promises to delight cheese lovers! Details on this exciting offering are yet to be revealed, but it's certain to be a highlight for those with a penchant for artisanal cheeses. To take part in the cheese crawl called Emile's Fromage Montage, follow these steps: - Pick up a free Festival Passport at the Epcot entrances. This will have the official list of qualifying global marketplace dishes. - Purchase any 5 of the featured cheese dishes from the different global marketplaces around World Showcase. - For each cheese dish purchased, ask the cast member to stamp your Festival Passport. - Once you have collected 5 stamps in your passport by purchasing 5 different cheese dishes, proceed to the Shimmering Sips Marketplace hosted by Corkcicle. - Redeem your stamped passport at Shimmering Sips to receive an exclusive, specialty prize item!

The Chocolate Experience

The Chocolate Experience is a popular offering at the Food and Wine Festival that celebrates all things chocolate. It features intricate chocolate sculptures, decadent desserts, and opportunities to learn about the art of chocolate-making from expert chocolatiers. Chocolate Sculptures and Desserts One of the main highlights is the display of elaborate chocolate sculptures created by Disney's talented pastry chefs and chocolatiers. In past years, these have included life-sized figures, Disney character sculptures, and intricate designs made entirely out of chocolate. Guests can also indulge in a variety of chocolate-based desserts and treats available for purchase. Some past offerings have included: - Chocolate Cake Sundaes - Chocolate Mousse - Chocolate-dipped fruits - Chocolate Crunch Bars - Chocolate Wines and Beers Chocolate Seminars and Demonstrations The Chocolate Experience often includes seminars and demonstrations led by renowned chocolatiers and pastry chefs. These provide insights into the chocolate-making process, tasting notes, wine/beer pairings, and hands-on experiences. In 2018, for example, there was a "Chocolate Dessert Party" that included a chocolate sculpture display, dessert samples, and a chocolate beverage seminar. Location and Pricing The Chocolate Experience is typically located in one of the Festival Marketplaces or pavilions around World Showcase. Read the full article

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Liner Notes (February 3rd, 2024)

The first newsletter of February is here. Some thoughts on music, entertainment, and other random stuff. This week’s supporter Q&A post can be found here. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * Last weekend, I had some time to work on fixing embeds on the website. I rolled out a new feature for our forum where members can pick whether they want to have automatic embeds. And there’s an option to disable them on mobile devices. With the feature on, which I now highly recommend on mobile, you can still tap/click to view an embed in a post, but they don’t load automatically. With this feature on and ads disabled, the forum is extremely fast. I’ve had it on (for mobile) all week and have noticed a massive difference. I have two other, relatively minor, projects to work on next, and then the big one: moving this newsletter completely off Substack. * A few years ago I bought a bunch of these NFC tags when the iPhone introduced the feature. I never found a great use for them, but I liked playing around with the feature and how it integrated into Shortcuts. This week, I finally found a fun use for one. I put one in the bedroom closet, and now, when I wake up and go to get dressed, I can set my phone on it. The automation will wake up my scale, turn on the kitchen light for coffee making, and turn on my office and desk lights and set them to the correct brightness and temperature: minor things, but a collection of events I do every single morning. In Case You Missed It * Review: Incubus – A Crow Left Of The Murder… * Hot Hot Heat End Reunion Early * Spanish Love Songs / Oso Oso Announce Tour * LCD Soundsystem Announces New Tour * Knocked Loose Announce Tour * Jesse Rutherford Starts Hardcore Band * Liner Notes (January 27th, 2024) * States of Nature – “Papered News” (Video Premiere) * Blink-182 Reach 15 Weeks at Number One * Albums in Stores – Feb 2nd, 2024 Music Thoughts * This week had me on a fun New Found Glory kick at the gym. Their faster pop-punk albums are perfect gym music and the two podcast episodes breaking down their biggest hits inspired the discog dive. I still haven’t been able to get into their latest full-length, but the EP on the deluxe version is fantastic. I’ve also really come around on Radiosurgery and that entire album has found a resurgent life for me these past couple of years. Resurrection is still easily at the bottom for me, but Makes Me Sick and the live release are a blast to revisit. * Paramore’s cover of “Burning Down the House” is awesome. Just a perfect spin on the song with Paramore’s After Laughter flair and Hayley knocking the vocals way out of the park. It’s up there with my favorite vocal performances from her, for sure. * The Young Hearts’ new album, Somewhere Through the Night, came out in late December during the holiday music lull, so I never actually wrote about it here in the newsletter—time to rectify that. If you like bands like The Gaslight Anthem, The Menzingers, and Cold Years, but with a little more pop-punk flavor thrown on top, this is absolutely worth checking out. I can see this getting a lot of play this upcoming spring and summer. * Dave Hause re-worked a bunch of old Loved Ones songs to fit more in with his solo singer-songwriter sound, and the outcome is pretty great. They were great songs before, and they’re also great songs in this format. * I didn’t spend enough time last year with Noah Kahan’s album, Stick Season. I knew it blew up, but I couldn’t find the right mood for it to latch onto me. It turns out cold January nights work a lot better. There are a few places where I get Andy from Manchester Orchestra vibes with the vocals, and the songs pack an emotional punch in the gray doldrums of late winter. * Emily Wolfe’s The Blowback is one I flat-out missed last year but caught on someone’s end-of-the-year list and added to my listen list playlist. An… https://chorus.fm/features/articles/liner-notes-february-3rd-2024/

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CJ current events 7sep23

one a day?

DENVER (KDVR) — New questions are arising from travelers after Denver International Airport announced a new security plan to address auto theft in several parking lots. Some 7 million people use the airport’s lots, which have a total of 51,000 parking spaces. DIA said 378 thefts were reported between Jan. 1 to July 31 this year.*** https://kdvr.com/news/local/denver-airport-new-security-plan-auto-theft/

That's not hard to figure out.

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6th-grader Jaiden Rodriguez of Colorado Springs suspended for Gadsden flag - Babylon Bee parody -

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As usual, there's a grain of truth in this parody.

Some have noted the Gadsden flag first came under fire from the government in 2014 when a federal employee filed a complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, alleging he was being subjected to a hostile workplace because a coworker was wearing a “Don’t Tread on Me” cap. Federal involvement does not end there, however. Documents leaked by an FBI whistleblower in 2022 and published by Project Veritas show the FBI has also identified the Gadsden flag as a dangerous symbol, one favored by “violent militia groups” alongside such things as the Betsy Ross flag, the Liberty Tree**** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/restoring-america/faith-freedom-self-reliance/the-fbis-role-in-12-year-olds-suspension-over-dont-tread-on-me-patch

If you were a 12 y/o at Vanguard School, why wouldn't you put a big, honkin' Betsy Ross flag on your pack?

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Teenaging

***A month later, 14-year-old Jevon Fraser died while riding the No. 7 train that goes past my apartment. He apparently fell off the roof. The subway surfers, like the rioters who broke car windows and made a mess of Union Square, are largely drawn from the same cohort of directionless and bored young men. They are scared and unformed and often without male role models, and they are constantly prodded into doing, thinking, and saying idiotic things by the mobs of other young men. Everyone egging everyone else on, no one old enough or wise enough to state the obvious: this is not how you become a man. Once upon a time, these boys would have been absorbed by other things: a boxing gym; a basketball court; a church; a job; a classroom; their apartments overflowing with siblings, cousins, friends, their mother in a cramped kitchen making dinner. Young men in search of themselves had a degree of freedom to try out different groups or tribes or personalities within the relatively safe confines of their community. It was hardly free of violence or danger. But there was a way things were done. There were guardrails. Those who don’t grow up like these young men have no idea what it’s like to live in a world stripped of its guardrails. Their lives are structured, organized. There are guardrails everywhere—rules and regulations meant to protect their children from the vagaries of city life. Or just life.*** A lot has been made of the artistic qualities of graffiti, but we weren’t in it for that. It was all about climbing somewhere dangerous to do something you shouldn’t do. Defying order. Proving we were tough and strong and worthy of a desirable mate. Armed with paint pens and cans of spray paint, young men ran wild across the city in the nighttime hours, scrawling their pseudonyms (“Funky Fresh,” “Knave,” “Breezy”) across buildings and signs and walls, down in the tunnels, up on the rooftops of buildings. The truly brave sneaked into buildings and scaled the billboards on top of them so drivers on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway could see their tags. I never made it off the sidewalk.*** So, for other boys, tagging was never going to be enough. Nor was shoplifting. Nor was *** You have to keep pushing. Doing dumber and dumber and more destructive and dangerous stuff. Like TikToking on the roof of a subway car going 55 over the Williamsburg Bridge. The pushing is never going to stop, and officials wagging their fingers won’t do much good. That’s just grown-ups telling young people not to be stupid. It’s not telling them how not to be stupid—how to be grown-ups themselves. It’s not giving them a boxing gym, or church, or army, or cause, or sense of purpose.*** https://www.thefp.com/p/the-boys-who-surf-subways

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Faking a kidnapping is probably your worst option for escaping police

Denver police arrested six people overnight Aug. 25 after a police pursuit that led to a forced stop, a fake hostage situation and a police shooting in the Cole neighborhood. Denver police on Friday released body camera footage from two police officers who responded to the scene of the forced crash that appears to show a man holding a woman hostage and threatening to kill her before an officer shot the suspect. However, Denver Police Chief Ron Thomas at a news conference said the man and the woman were known to each other and that the pair planned the hostage situation to dupe police and try to escape arrest. The incident happened about 11:20 p.m. Aug. 25 in the 3500 block of York Street, police said. Body camera footage from two officers released Friday shows shots being fired at police from inside a pickup truck as police were pursuing suspects in the truck.

In footage from the body camera worn by the officer who shot the suspect, the officer is seen pursuing the truck at a high speed as shots are fired from the truck and the officer, in a patrol SUV, bumps the truck, causing it to roll and come to stop on its side. Several officers surround the truck and yell out commands for the four people, two men and two women, inside the truck to show their hands and come out of the truck, for about 15 minutes. Then, a man, identified Friday by police as Keith Michael Mosley, 35, emerges from the truck while pretending to hold a gun to the woman’s head.***

Dummy was arrested anyway, all his brilliant plan accomplished was a GSW in his body.

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BabylonBee

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Tribal police arrest one group of annoying rich white people for blocking other annoying rich white people.

NIXON, Nev. (AP) — A tribal ranger’s conduct is under review after he pointed a weapon Sunday at environmental activists and plowed his patrol vehicle through their blockade on the road leading to the annual Burning Man counter-culture festival in the Nevada desert. The incident unfolded on a rural stretch of highway on the Pyramid Lake Paiute Tribe reservation in northwestern Nevada. The protest calling attention to climate change stopped traffic as attendees were headed to the Black Rock Desert north of the reservation for opening day of Burning Man. A news release from the tribe’s chairman, James J. Phoenix, described the incident as a ranger using his patrol vehicle to clear “debris” out of the roadway after climate activists refused to leave.*** https://apnews.com/article/burning-man-climate-change-protest-tribal-ranger-81b367dab63e9bacd4534082a4c27725

Never point a firearm at anyone you don't intend to shoot.

Good luck finding a lawyer to sue the Paiute Tribe.

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Casper has a population of about 50k

A growing homeless population has the city of Casper taking notice, with what Mayor Bruce Knell estimates to be a population of around 200 people now roaming the city’s streets and parks, causing a situation he describes as “a mess.” The Casper City Council is considering tightening its urban camping and squatting rules to make it less inviting for homeless people to take up shelter in the city, at least until the city can provide more mental health and substance abuse services for this population. “We know very well we cannot litigate our way or arrest our way out of the problem, but our police need some teeth to start dealing with the squatting,” he said. “They’re just causing so many problems.”*** One of the most glaring examples is destruction Knell said homeless people have done to the local Econo Lodge motel, which is vacant and had been previously foreclosed due to flooding. What the homeless people squatting there did to the property would cost millions to fix and is much worse than any damage caused by water, Knell said.*** He said city staff have picked up around 500 pounds of human feces from around the downtown area.

Others occupy local parks and bike paths, while some are less visible and sleep in their cars.*** Homelessness is most often tied to deeper issues like mental health and substance abuse disorders. Often, a person will lose a lifeline provided by family or a friend and quickly fall through the cracks of society. Knell said he doesn’t view the city’s homeless shelter, Wyoming Rescue Mission, as part of the problem and believes it provides a positive service to the community. Because of the shelter, he said there’s always been at least a small contingency of homeless in Casper, but the current situation is unprecedented. He said the problem specifically lies with the homeless who come to Casper to stay at the shelter but are either kicked out or can’t get in and then never leave the city. “There’s a certain part of the homeless population, whether substance abuse or mental illness, that is getting them to where they don’t want to conform to society’s rules,” Knell said. “When they do that they’re not allowed to go in the shelter, which means they’re just out and about in our community raising hell.”*** Many homeless have been found squatting in abandoned properties lacking running power and water. [This sentence is quaint - the paper has little experience with the reality of homelessness.] “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s third-world country stuff happening in Casper, Wyoming,” Knell said.*** https://cowboystatedaily.com/2023/08/30/homeless-squatters-trash-casper-hotel-getting-out-of-hand-mayor-says/

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FBI hide facts? Say it aint so!

***Up until January 2021, I worked in the U.S. Department of Justice as the senior adviser for research and statistics, and part of my job was to evaluate the FBI’s active-shooting reports. I showed the bureau that many cases were missing and that others had been misidentified. Yet, the FBI continues to report that armed citizens stopped only 14 of the 302 active-shooter incidents that it identified for the period 2014-2022. The correct rate is almost eight times higher. And if we limit the discussion to places where permit holders were allowed to carry, the rate is 11 times higher. The FBI defines active-shooter incidents as those in which an individual actively kills or attempts to kill people in a populated, public area. But it does not include shootings that are deemed related to other criminal activity, such as robbery or fighting over drug turf. Active shootings may involve just one shot being fired at just one target, even if the target isn’t hit. To compile its list, the FBI hired academics at the Advanced Law Enforcement Rapid Response Training Center at Texas State University. Police departments don’t collect data, so the researchers had to find news stories about these incidents. It isn’t surprising that people will miss cases or occasionally misidentify them when using news stories, but the FBI was unwilling to fix its errors when I pointed them out. My organization, the Crime Prevention Research Center, has found many more missed cases and is keeping an updated list. Back in 2015, I published a list of missed cases in a criminology publication. Unfortunately, the news media unquestioningly reports the FBI numbers. After 22-year-old Elisjsha Dicken used his legally carried concealed handgun to stop what would have been a mass public shooting, a headline on an Associated Press report noted: “Rare in US for an active shooter to be stopped by bystander.” A Washington Post headline proclaimed: “Rampage in Indiana a rare instance of armed civilian ending mass shooting.” The Crime Prevention Research Center numbers tell a different story: Out of 440 active-shooter incidents from 2014 to 2022, an armed citizen stopped 157. We also found that the FBI had misidentified five cases, usually because the person who stopped the attack was incorrectly identified as a security guard. We found these cases on a budget of just a few thousand dollars. Though we found that armed citizens had stopped eight times as many cases as the FBI claims, I make no assertion that we unearthed all of these stories. It is quite possible that the news media themselves never cover many such incidents. While the FBI claims that just 4.6% of active shootings were stopped by law-abiding citizens carrying guns, the percentage that I found was 35.7%. I am more confident that we have identified a higher share of recent cases, and our figure for 2022 was even higher—41.3%.*** https://www.dailysignal.com/2023/09/05/fbi-data-on-active-shootings-is-misleading

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Institute for Justice stories -

Josh Highlander bought 30 acres of land in Virginia at the end of a quiet residential street lined with single-family homes. He built a home there surrounded by woods. And he posted “no trespassing” signs around the perimeter of the property. Surely that was enough to secure his family’s right to privacy and seclusion on their own land, right? Wrong, at least according to game wardens in Virginia and around the country. Ironically, they see the very things that most people think of as sources of privacy—like living on a large piece of property surrounded by nature—as an invitation to snoop on private land without a warrant.*** His wife and young son were playing basketball in the yard when the ball rolled toward the woods. As Josh’s wife went to retrieve it, she noticed among the trees a stranger dressed in full camouflage. Alarmed, she rushed inside to alert Josh. By the time he got outside, the intruder was gone, but the violation of his family’s privacy remained. For weeks afterward, his son was afraid the stranger might be lurking in the woods again and wouldn’t go outside alone. Josh soon discovered who the camouflaged prowler was. Game wardens from the Virginia Department of Wildlife Resources had sneaked onto his land to search for evidence of hunting violations. Earlier that day, game wardens had accused Josh’s brother of hunting over bait (an accusation he denies) miles away in a different county. Josh has never been cited for violating hunting regulations, but that day his family ties apparently cast suspicion on him, too.*** https://ij.org/ll/government-snoops-sneak-through-fourth-amendment-loophole

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ORANGE CITY, Iowa—Today, the Iowa District Court for Sioux County ruled that Orange City, Iowa’s law requiring mandatory inspections of rental properties within the city violates the Iowa Constitution. The ruling comes two years after the Institute for Justice (IJ) and a coalition of Orange City landlords and tenants filed a lawsuit challenging the ordinance. “Today’s decision striking down Orange City’s inspection ordinance is a major win for the basic privacy rights of all renters in Orange City,” said IJ Attorney John Wrench. “You don’t lose your constitutional rights because you rent your home, instead of owning your home.” Orange City’s ordinance permitted the city to search tenants’ homes without their consent, by obtaining an “administrative warrant,” which did not require the city to show any sort of suspicion or particularized probable cause. In Thursday’s ruling, the court held that Orange City’s mandatory inspection law violated Article 1, Section 8 of the Iowa Constitution and could not stand. *** https://ij.org/press-release/in-win-for-privacy-rights-court-strikes-down-orange-citys-mandatory-rental-inspection

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RALEIGH, N.C.—Late last Friday, the Supreme Court of North Carolina agreed to take up a lawsuit challenging the state’s medical monopoly law—known as a Certificate of Need (CON) law—that prevents medical providers from offering services without first obtaining government permission.*** The case started at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, in April 2020, when medical services were in short supply. With IJ’s help, Dr. Singleton filed a lawsuit challenging North Carolina’s CON law as an irrational monopoly. For years, Dr. Singleton has wanted to provide low-cost eye surgeries in his own vision center. But North Carolina’s CON law banned him from doing so unless he obtained a certificate proving his services are “needed” in his community. There has not been a new CON available for over a decade. That’s because “need” is not based on what will save patients time or money, but on how many nearby providers already exist—providers who, under the law, get to weigh in on whether they want more competition. As a result, Dr. Singleton is forced to perform most of his surgeries at the far more expensive hospital down the street—the sole entity in his area with a certificate. During COVID-19, North Carolina briefly suspended its CON laws so that doctors could enter the market and save lives. Now, with the pandemic over, the state’s CON law is back in full force, which means that unless the state declares a “need,” doctors are banned from providing new services that could help real patients.*** https://ij.org/press-release/north-carolina-supreme-court-will-consider-challenge-to-states-anti-competitive-medical-monopoly-law

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Who knew?

***The Drug Free America Foundation released a new report showing that states that have legalized or weakened restrictions around high-THC marijuana, either for medical or recreational use, saw 32% more marijuana-impaired driving than states that have not adopted the same policies. According to DFAF, the 18 states with less restrictive marijuana policies have seen far more cases of impaired driving of this kind, something that medical research shows can be very dangerous. “In 2017, eight states had adopted full recreational marijuana programs (Alaska, California, Colorado, Maine, Massachusetts, Nevada, Oregon, and Washington) and ten states had enacted higher-THC medicinal programs (Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Illinois, Maryland, Minnesota, New York, Ohio, Rhode Island, and Vermont),” the report said. “Incidentally, seven of these states have since adopted full recreational programs. Adding to the concern is the fact that fatalities in the U.S. from marijuana-impaired drivers have risen dramatically between 2000.”*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/states-with-weaker-marijuana-laws-see-more-impaired-driving-report-says

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Hunter Biden case

Special counsel David Weiss confirmed in a court filing on Wednesday that he plans to ask a grand jury to deliver an indictment against President Joe Biden's son Hunter Biden by the end of September. Weiss, who was appointed special counsel in the investigation of the younger Biden last month, wrote that he plans to "obtain the return" of an indictment before Sept. 29 in line with the Speedy Trial Act. Weiss did not specify which charges he would bring against the president's son but made references in the agreement to a felony gun charge and misdemeanor tax charges that had been a central part of a now-defunct plea deal between the parties.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/justice/hunter-biden-investigation-david-weiss-grand-jury-month

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Play for keeps; shoot the survivors

Gunfire erupted outside UAB Hospital early Monday as multiple gunshot victims arrived in a private vehicle seeking help. According to authorities and witnesses, a champagne-colored Chevrolet Tahoe pulled up to the hospital entrance seeking help for gunshot victims inside. That shooting is believed to have taken place following an altercation at Aria Restaurant and Lounge on in the 900 block of Fifth Avenue North. When the SUV got to UAB – about 2:17 a.m. – another vehicle pulled up and opened fire on the Tahoe. Witnesses said they heard multiple shots fired, describing the sounds as “iron pipes hitting.” The gunfire hit a UAB police vehicle and a hospital window.***

Birmingham police Officer Truman Fitzgerald at least five people were shot in the initial incident on Fifth Avenue North. Two of those victims - both females - were pronounced dead at the hospital. According the Jefferson County Coroner’s Office, a 33-year-old woman was pronounced dead at 2:30 a.m. and 24-year-old woman was pronounced dead at 2:55 a.m. Dozens of friends and family members were outside of the emergency room.***

https://www.al.com/news/2023/09/gunfire-erupts-outside-uab-hospitals-emergency-room-wounding-several.html

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New York, New York

so,

New York City’s subway system continues to be infested with crime, which is unsurprising when the most high-profile prosecution involving the subway is targeting a man who tried to protect other passengers from a criminal. Last week, 60-year-old Laurell Reynolds was brutally beaten by a man for about two minutes while waiting for the subway in Harlem. That man has at least nine prior arrests on his record, including for two separate assaults, and yet he was free to roam New York City and beat a 60-year-old woman with her own cane. Reynolds’s daughter is upset that no one intervened to protect her during the beating, but then again those people can hardly be blamed. When Daniel Penny intervened to protect passengers from a homeless career criminal who was threatening and harassing them, pro-criminal Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg decided to try and put him in jail for up to 15 years. Bragg has tried more than once to criminalize self-defense and decriminalize brazen assaults. Of course, no passenger wants to risk that for someone they don’t know. In a surprise to absolutely no one, the indefensible prosecution of Penny made the subway system less safe, with criminals being further emboldened by New York City’s weak criminal justice system while law-abiding citizens received the message, loud and clear, that they must shut up and take it. The prosecution of Penny began in May. In June, the subway system suddenly had a “bad couple of weeks” for violent assaults.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/why-would-anyone-try-to-stop-a-violent-assault-on-new-york-city-subways-now

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Hunter news

Thanks to U.S. District Court Judge Tanya Chutkan's decision to begin Donald Trump's federal election interference case on the day before Super Tuesday, the likely Republican presidential nominee will spend the bulk of the 2024 election cycle in the middle of one, if not many, criminal trials. Now to throw a second bomb into the mix, the incumbent president (and fellow presumptive Democratic nominee) may be called to the stand to testify in the criminal trial against his own son. As you may recall, the attempt of Joe Biden's Justice Department to insulate Hunter Biden from future prosecution related to his overseas influence peddling and profiteering blew up in spectacular fashion back in July. The sweetheart deal of the century would have spared the infamous failson from criminal consequences for potential FARA violations and other charges relating to illegal lobbying for the small price of pleading guilty to two misdemeanor tax charges and a pretrial diversion program demanding gainful employment and sobriety from drugs and alcohol. It was only once Judge Maryellen Noreika forced the DOJ to fess up that the deal blew up, as she described the deal as potentially "unconstitutional," without precedent, and "not worth the paper it is printed on."*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/will-hunter-biden-jeopardize-his-fathers-presidency-and-demand-joe-biden-testify

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Weiss problem

Prodded by Judge Maryellen Norieka, Weiss has now stirred himself to claim that he may indict Hunter Biden on the gun offense by the end of the month. If he supposes that’s going to end the growing vitriol about his performance, he should suppose again. To reiterate, the statute of limitations on most federal crimes — including bribery, money laundering, and failure to register as a foreign agent — is five years. Today is September 6, 2023. Weiss, the United States attorney for Delaware, has had the Biden investigation since 2018 and has never indicted it. As of today, he has eviscerated the government’s ability to prosecute Joe Biden, Hunter Biden, or any other subject of the investigation for any crimes committed before September 6, 2018. That is to say, Weiss has ensured that the corruption evidence the House committee has homed in on — the most significant evidence because it stems from Biden’s time as vice president — cannot result in criminal charges. That includes tax crimes: They have a six-year statute of limitations, meaning Weiss has now obliterated any possible tax case based on conduct prior to September 6, 2017 — i.e., the tax years from 2014 through 2016, when Hunter took his post on the Burisma board and Joe leveraged his influence as vice president to pressure the new government in Kyiv to fire the prosecutor who was investigating Burisma.*** https://www.nationalreview.com/2023/09/a-question-for-the-very-special-counsel-david-weiss

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did mention NYC?

The New Jersey woman charged with slashing a stranger in the face outside a Manhattan pizza shop also allegedly punched a stranger on a city sidewalk in May — and threatened Monday to add a criminal court judge to her list of victims. “I’m going to slash you in the face too if you put me in the cell for a long time,” Ola Albanni warned Judge Miriam Best during her arraignment in Manhattan Criminal Court. Albanni, 52, of Hoboken, NJ, then repeated the threat a second time, before ranting incoherently for a full minute during the hearing — leading Best to order her to be removed from court and taken for a psychiatric evaluation. Prosecutors had called for the court to set bail of at least $100,000 after Albanni allegedly slashed a 65-year-woman with a kitchen knife on the sidewalk outside 2 Bros Pizza on Eighth Avenue and West 38th Street Friday night — in an unprovoked attack that left the victim with a large gash that required six stitches to patch up. Albanni – who wore a furry black jacket and silver-sequined short shorts at the hearing – was still carrying the blade in her bag when she was arrested Sunday, and admitted to the random slashing, court papers alleged*** https://nypost.com/2023/09/04/accused-nyc-slasher-threatens-to-attack-judge

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finish what you started

(bully!eddie x fem!reader)

introduction: eddie had always been so mean to you growing up and had been getting progressivly worse with the coming years. now a senior you celebrated your last homecoming at a party you unwilling attended. you just hoped you wouldn't run into the man you dreaded most. [WC: 10k] this started as a request but developed into this monster. it wasn't really proof read and is all over the place but i really love it. check out the request @honeybelle99 sent here!

tropes: enemies to lovers. porn with plot. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags: 18+, bully!eddie, fem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, teasing, smoking, sexual tension, dominance, eddie is mean in a teasing way, nicknames, eddie being a simp, confessions, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, this isn't proof read.

parings: bully!eddie x fem!reader.

you shouldn’t be here. you didn’t like parties in the first place. it was your boyfriend that had convinced you that you deserved a night out after a successful homecoming at hawkins high. it had been a long busy week for all the students and apparently now it was time to “let loose”. there were parties being hosted everywhere throughout the small town but the real rager was being thrown at steve harrington’s. anyone who knew someone, who knew steve, got in. it was why you had an invite.

you yourself didn’t know steve much, but you had been a victim of his long time best friend, eddie munson. that awful man doubled as your sworn enemy.

class of ‘86 had grown up together from pre-k to senior year. eddie had always been a year ahead of you until recently when he was held back. you dreaded that he had been pulled from graduating. the first three years of your high school career the asshole would pick on you. you thought you would’ve been free by now but you had underestimated his laziness and his determination to make every day for you living hell. you hated eddie munson. you hated how he treated you and his peers, how loud he was, how confident, you despised him. you couldn’t believe you still had an entire semester to go. and in the spring? you would be required to walk the same gradation stage as him.

his sadistic personality towards you was awful. each of his actions had become a blur but you loathed the recurring events the most. between classes he would slam your locker shut in your face just to hear you let out a pathetic whine at him. he’d pick on you at lunch time by pulling you to the side and saying the most vulgar things in your ear. after a few sentences you would lose your appetite and he’d steal your lunch. always casually walking away with a statement of “love that i can count on you, babe”. in shared classes he would steal your answers or convince you to let him borrow your notes (only because he needed to copy them for a test).

besides the thought of his looming presence, the party was grand. there were jocks running up and down the stairs with paint on their bare chest, girls were on the kitchen counter letting strangers do body shots off of them, trashy red solo cups littered the halls, and you heard someone announce that ‘king steve’ was about to take on an entire keg by himself. grand it was, the environment was still to busy for you. further deducting you to someone who absolutely did not like parties. to make things worse the taste of liquor on your tongue wasn’t muffling the impact of the overstimulation one bit.

you took another shot before you moved to the back door of steve’s home. you made an exit hoping to catch some fresh november air. regain your composure before going back inside to bum a ride off of anyone. your boyfriend had been missing in action for over an hour. pulling open the door gave you a sense of relief, as you pushed it shut the sounds of the crowd muffled. you took a step out onto the grass. it helped that this new environment was quiet, better yet, it lessened the chances of bumping into eddie.

so you thought.

you should’ve known you would’ve found him there. eddie wasn’t a fan of parties either due to his social class. he was sitting under a tree across the yard with a freshly lit joint in his mouth. you watched him from a few feet away. his sudden presence had made you wish to turn and run from him. he lifted his head slightly at you and gave you a sick grin. you could only stare. it was just the two of you in the dark yard. how reserved you both were from the rest of the student body made chills run up your spine. rumors weren’t sparse when it came to the devilish boy and he was always such an asshole to you at school. because of his behavior, a feeling of dread always sat at the bottom of your stomach. you couldn’t help but wonder if what you overheard was true. you had to face that reality being alone with him. part of you grew excited at the thought of being able to lash out at him now that he didn’t have his friends or a crowd of onlookers to perform for. the idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine pumping adrenaline through your body.

he grinned like a cheshire cat. his eyes sparkled at you under the moonlight. eddie continued playing with the joint between his teeth, rolling it with his tongue every once in a while. “what are you doin’ out here, sweetheart?” he laughed at you. “get lost looking for someone..?” he paused, “or were you looking for some trouble”. the lighter he must’ve used to light his smoke was dancing between his fingers. light from the moon was reflecting off of the silver as it sparkled. the object looked so small in his big hands.

you were quiet on your feet as you walked closer. you watched as the once seated tall dark figure moved to stand. he was just a shadow when you spotted him from the backdoor but as he moved the light of the house illuminated him. it wasn’t on purpose that you found him, it was more like fate. your curiosity urged you to find out what he was doing at the far end of the backyard. your mind raced as you began to think of what to say to him while you both slowly inched closer. before you even had time to think he was in front of you. he crossed his arms and snapped his lighter shut. you jumped. the action made him chuckle at you. the sound was low and from the depths of his chest. he puffed out his chest.

you puffed your chest back and glared at his nonverbal teasing. you thought you had caught a glimpse of nervousness on his face at your actions but that couldn’t be true. the two of you stared at each other for a bit. you couldn’t tell because of his hard exterior but eddie’s heart began to race. he had been drinking throughout the night too and being intoxicated always made his brain a little hazy. “hi, eddie”, you barked at him.

he liked the way you said his name in that tone. it was why he always pried and picked on you. you noticed his suggestive glance as he looked you up and down. a predatorial glint was swimming in his eyes. he wouldn’t ever admit it but he was hoping he would see you tonight, and god he was so glad the stars aligned. you were wearing a cute outfit. a swallowing brown patterned sweater on your frame, and hip hugging blue wide cut jeans. a jacket that was lined with fleece to keep you warm sat rested on your shoulders while your big boots tied the look together. eddie never understood what came over him when you were around but it was almost like you boosted his testosterone levels. the need to have dominance over you was astounding. he felt overly confident.

his adrenaline mixing with the alcohol in his body was dangerous.

“hi, pretty girl..” eddie bent slightly down to your eye level with his words. as he moved he puffed smoke out of the corner of his lip at you. you swatted it out of your face and coughed away from his direction to shield your embarrassment. after you had regained your posture you looked up to find the man leaning over your frame and laughing.

“hey!” you jabbed him in the chest with your finger to warn him to back up. he didn’t move an inch. “you’re such an ass, eddie. i wasn’t going to run away from you and give you the satisfaction this time. i wanted to be nice”. he giggled, “oh, baby i'm so so sooo sorry i’ve ruined your plans of being nice to me” he teased. “you wanna start over, doll? we can try again. promise ill be good for ya this time”. he smiled stupidly while standing up straight and waiting for your next greeting. his irises were dark and shielded by his eyelashes as he stared.

“i.. what are you doing out here?” you questioned him instead of offering a greeting like he thought you would. “oh, now you’re interrogating me? can i remind you that you were the one that walked out here and to me? i didn’t even have to whistle you over here”. he said the last statement as if you were some pet to him. “no, i'm not interrogating you, eddie. unless there’s something you shouldn’t be doing out h-...”, your words slowly died on your tongue as he raised an eyebrow and pulled the lit joint away from his damp lips. he laughed at your speechlessness, your body tensed.

“mhm”, he let the lit smoke fall to his side as his fingers pinched it tight. “wanna know a secret?” you slightly nodded. “i think you wandered out here to me because you’re nosey… you wanna know what the town's misfit gets up to when he’s not picking on his favorite girl, baby?” he gave you a wolfish smirk. you sent him a death stare at his gross pet names. “oh, don’t look at me like that, you know i love when you’re all pouty for me..” eddie lifted his hand to take his third or fourth drag of the night.

“god, you’re so gross. i'm so glad i won't have to hear your stupid insults when you leave next semester..” you tone was a whisper though you meant it. eddie acted overly insulted. “oww, words hurt, you know? it’s really rude to say something like that to someone that’s been such a constant in your life”, he smiled. you pushed a flat palm into his chest with as much force as you could muster. “oh so it’s fine for you to call me names?? but as soon as i do it your act crumbles?” you knew he was being sarcastic with his comment but it set you off, you continued, “i hear it almost everyday, ��baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘doll’, and what about your favorites huh? ‘whore’, ‘slut’. what about those words, eddie?” each vowel you said was a blow to his chest. he stepped back from you but not before he grabbed your wrist to stop your assaults. he pulled you into a close proximity with his burning grip.

eddie had subtly and secretly pulled his hand holding his joint away from you, careful not to inflict a burn on your delicate skin. he would hate himself if he caused an accident like that but he didn't let his tenderness for you shine through his knives of assertion. “hey! you watch it!”, eddie growled at you. his tone almost shut your body down. you could tell he was mad now. “i only call you a whore because you deserve it. always fucking sucking face with your piece of shit boyfriend. i think you need the judgment. maybe if i keep it up i’ll see it less and less, hmm?” you cowered under his gaze and trembled in his grip. “oh i know why you came to find me now, you wanted to get me alone so you could take it all out on me didn’t you? wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine”. eddie read your mind. his grip loosened on you but you didn’t dare move. “whatever … an- and.. he can’t fucking kiss you anyways, such a slob with you”. he mumbles.

eddie didn’t elaborate his statement but he let it linger. it hung in the air over the both of you as he glanced at your lips. you caught him but he didn’t care, he studied them. they were damp with your hot breaths in the cold, almost winter air. he was breathing in what you were exhaling. he could smell your pretty perfume and shampoo. you felt your heart begin to race and your cheeks heated up the space between your bodies. he couldn’t shy away from his own doing the same. you wiggled against him to shift your body weight onto your other foot. he didn’t like your struggle. you felt him move his own feet with yours, eddie’s big boots boxing you in even more. you felt his hard metal belt buckle dig into the side of your hip. his cuff of his leather jacket was cold on the exposed skin of your wrist he continued to hold.

eddie smiled childishly at you. the new expression was something you hadn’t seen from him before. you moved your chin down to avoid his stare but as you pulled away, he just as easily let your wrist go and instead gripped your chin. with his thumb and pointer finger he held you. you fought to keep your eyes away from him to the best of your ability. eddie huffed, he pinched your face harder. “look at me”, as soon as you did you wished you hadn’t. his look was determined and sultry. his bangs framed his face messily. you had never been this close and his features were easy to get lost in. he was pretty, which was such a huge inconvenience for you to realize now that you were alone, it was dark, and he was this close. “don’t go shy on me after having that burst of attitude. c’mon you wanna give it to me? then give it to me, baby”.

your thoughts raced back to your boyfriend. you shouldn’t have been talking with eddie like this. you pulled away from him and turned your head back to the sliding glass doors of steve’s house. they looked so far away. when you looked back at eddie your eyes were wide. you noticed his tongue twirling the joint between his lips. waiting for a response from you. you dared to indulge. his gaze fell to your lips again. his cheeks burned red when he felt your stomach slightly bumping into his own. you stole a look at his lips like he had moments ago. you watched him nervously wet his lips. your cheeks blushed even deeper. eddie smirked at you and tested the waters of your new expression. he stuck out his tongue further and licked his sharpest canine tooth. you were mesmerized.

your stomach flipped. you wondered what he was thinking. “what do you know about kissing?” you blurted out without thinking. eddie coo’d at you “i know far more than your stupid boyfriend, i guarantee it.” eddie said with confidence. he crossed his hands over his chest, now that space was granted between you. you mirrored his actions and your forearms grazed his. you shrugged his suggestive gesture off. you were certain he was just bluffing. his rough exterior surely scared any girls he tried to smooth talk away, as he had tried many times with you.

but now you weren’t scared, now you were looking to pick a fight. you decided to ignore his comment about his kissing skills to avoid yourself from growing more hot. this conversation could easily take a more suggestive turn if you urged him on, and you weren’t going to let him win the stand off. you wracked your brain for ways to shut him down before speaking again. your next sentence tried to change the subject, but it definitely fell short.

“you’re right. he’s a shit kisser, but that’s none of your business and you don’t have to be mean about it.” the drinks you had doubled as truth serum. he whined pathetically at you, “wasn’t trying to be mean. if anything you’re being mean to me for a change.” you frowned, “seriously?”. “yeah, you told me i'm ‘such an ass’ and then started hitting me.. don’t think i deserved that. you’re so cold hearted, you know?” he giggled.

the playful banter you shared made you both smile. the absurdity of your dynamic was so dramatic. the buzz was hitting your system hard and he was right there with you. you watched eddie as he bent down at the waist to grab his almost empty beer off of the ground. he must’ve been babysitting that while outside by himself. when he raised back up he tilted his head back and drank the rest of the can. you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down while he chugged the golden liquid. a bit fell from the corner of his lips and down his throat. you watched as it dripped down to his shirt collar. when you reached the edge of the garment you noticed a tear. under the rip was his sharp collar bones. his pale skin contrasted against the darkness. you noticed a dark inky black line through the split of the aged t-shirt. it peeked at you. when he was done eddie dropped the can.

when he connected your eyes to his quicker than you could register, eddie noticed you watching him intently. the fresh liquor in his system gave him another boost of confidence. he stepped to you. the distance between you two closed just mere inches between your bodies in a now comfortable silence. his frame was large, his body casted a shadow that consumed you. you had always thought there wasn’t much of a height difference between you two, but now you weren’t as sure. no matter the inches and centimeters you tried to think about, the numbers didn't help to busy your brain. you knew even if there was a large difference, eddie was sure to make you feel small under him in anyway. that's how it has been your entire life.

you watched his left hand raise between your bodies and to his lips. still holding onto his darling joint. he submitted to placing it once again between his teeth. the hot cherry on the end was slowly dying because of the icy outdoors. you blushed as he caught you stealing another glance at his lips. you seemed so intrigued by him now, not angry or upset. eddie realized you weren’t just looking at his lips for no reason. the tension he craved was there. the tension he thought he would never be a witness to snap. he was always so desperate for you to see how badly he wanted your attention but it was hard for him to express his feelings and he knew it was even harder for you to catch onto his rude ass behavior translating to him flirting. he didn’t blame you for hating him after all these years, he hated himself for it.

your attentiveness caused his body to ignite. you wanted something more now, and he so desperately wanted to provide anything to you. he wished he could read your mind to know what you were thinking. his eye contact didn’t budge from yours as he slowly pulled his lighter back out of his pocket. when his fingers couldn’t quite grab a hold of it his eyes trailed away from yours and down to his jeans.

“fuck.” he grunted.

you felt frozen. the vulgar word was said in just a breathy whisper, it gave you goosebumps. not in a bad way like before, just different. he grabbed his lighter and put it between the two of you. his tone was gentler because of how close he was. making sure that you would know he wasn’t directing the term towards you and instead the inconvenience his overly tight pants were causing him. his hot breath brushed over the sparked flame putting it out and in its path you felt it on your cheek. he clumsily tried to light it again.

after the constant spin of the wheel and the strain of his hands, his actions snapped you out of your daze. when you realized he was trying to spark a flame. you let out a sweet giggle. eddie looked at you before watching you take the lighter away from him. he gave you a glare while you continued to laugh at him softly. it was directed at him but he didn’t feel spiteful like he usually did when people laughed at him. eddie craved to have you laugh at him, craved to be the sole reason he heard that sound fall from your lips.

he was so soaked up in each of your expression as you moved in front of him with his lighter in your hands. eddie left out a small grunt when his fingers lightly brushed against yours. he wouldn’t have caught it himself if you hadn’t pointed it out, “stop whining, let me help you”. he willingly let you take it into your hands. he was quite possessive over his belongings so him letting you just snag his lighter was a very big deal to him. the contact of your hands made shivers go down his spine.

his hands were warm compared to yours. the only contrast was his cold rings. in one motion your small thumb sparked the flame of the lighter. he looked back up and your eyes met once again. eddie motioned his hand to take it away from you as he nodded appreciatively, but gave you a confused look when you wouldn’t give it back. you swatted his hands away. you held the lighter in your right hand. the flame burned. you moved your vacant left hand onto his lips slowly. your palm touched the bottom of his chin while your cold fingers pinched the joint out of his mouth. your fingers lingered on his lips longer than they should have.

in an instant eddie’s confidence shattered. he let your motions continue as he was stuck watching you. his cheeks burned a brighter red then the flame. you gave him a smirk as you placed his joint between your lips. successfully stealing it from him. you tasted eddie, the damp end was sweet but there was a touch of beer that laced the end of it. your hands cupped the flame while relighting the smoke for him.

you snapped the zippo shut. his jaw dropped.

eddie watched you spark a bright red cherry between your lips with your lungs. you inhaled the smoke easily, and pulled it away from your lips. eddie turned away from you to avoid your eyes, he was flustered. his jeans tightened around his groin. he tried to not think about your soft, plush, lips that stole his joint. he felt you pull his chin back to face you with your index and thumb, just like he had previously. your hand on his face startled him, your touch was cold. he almost let a sigh leave his chest, but he held it back. you moved in just a bit closer before a big cloud of smoke left your throat and puffed into eddie’s face. the boy began coughing while you laughed. when the cloud cleared you noticed eddie hadn’t really moved away from where he stood. he liked how close he was. you pulled the joint away from your mouth while looking into his eyes. you spoke in a sultry whisper, eddie barely heard you.

“you know, you really shouldn’t be smoking these. kills your brain cells.” you said softly. “oh, yeah? and what do you know about smoking?” he teased. “far more than you’d imagine, munson. I guarantee it.” you mocked his earlier jab at you about your boyfriend.

your comment reminded eddie of the conversation you previously shared. he gulped, lost in thought while he watched your hand raise back up to your face. you inhaled deeply, the musky taste of the plant covered your tastebuds. when you exhaled you turned your face away from him. eddie was in a daze. his eyes trailed up and down your features. you turned your face back to his, luckily you didn’t catch him that time, he would’ve died of embarrassment. your faces were a little more than inches apart.

he wished he could have the strength to get closer. to really close the distance. this wasn’t like him. he never dared to come onto you intimately, scared of rejection, and he definitely never expected you to have the courage to stay so near. after he had been tearing you down for years it was surprising. he always knew you were strong willed but this was another level. he didn’t know if you wanted to get to know this eddie munson. the eddie he hid from everyone, the eddie that he acted like a hardhead because he had to. now he couldn’t be mean as he melted at your soft gaze. the poor boy had imagined what he would do if he ever ended up in a position like this with you. on several occasions it was after a long week of classes, in his own bed with his hand between his sweaty thighs.

his blissful stare gave you the confidence to speak again. you had no clue what came over you but you decided to be alluding. it could’ve been the mood that you two found yourselves wrapped up in. or the unspoken tension. you knew this was bad. your boyfriend that hated eddie more than you was only ten or so feet away, partying in the house behind you. you weren’t the only victim to his constant bullying and degrading speech. and in the stance you were both in if anyone caught you it could be horrific.

you threw your cares to the wind and continued.

“i like smoking. keeps my mouth busy.” you whispered looking at his lips and taking a puff. eddie paused. all of the blood in his body rushed south. you watched him try to gather himself. his stomach was in knots at your words. he almost short circuited when he realized you were being even more suggestive than before. you were blatantly flirting with him. a growl left his throat. his head lolled to the side. his neck was exposed again.

your eyes traced his neck with curiosity. you wondered if he was sensitive there. what it would be like to lick your tongue up and down the veins bulging out. he looked down at his hands to avoid your glance. you eyes followed. you watched him clench his fist till his knuckles went white. his sparkly rings glistened under the light the moon supplied. he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets. fighting the urge to reach out and grab you. that's when you saw how his already bulge hugging jeans were swollen. you averted your gaze embarrassingly. you didn’t know he was this easy to get worked up. when you looked back up at him. his shoulders trembled and he let out a deep breath. the whites of his eyes glowing as he closes off more distance between you and him. his voice was drawn out in a low mumble, almost strained. his whispered in the vicinity of your ear. chills rushed down your spine as his grunts made your tummy turn.

“you’re fucking killing me, sweetheart”, he almost moaned. “i bet i could keep your pretty mouth busy all night. even better than your boyfriend”. eddie coo’d. “...you think I'm supposed to believe you know a lot about girls and their mouths, munson?” you mumbled around the smoke. “i’d love it if you’d let me show you…” he paused for a brief moment.

eddie moved his right hand and opened his palm to touch you. his fingers wrapped around to your jawline. his hand was massive when it fully surrounded your face. his touch was slow and deliberate. his rings were cold, the metal almost stung your face. his fingers danced across your features with purpose. eddie’s thumb touched the bottom of your face. your movements followed his direction. his index finger met your top lip and his middle tugged on the corner of your mouth. your lips stayed closed anticipating his next move before you realized he was pinching the smoke out of your mouth just like you had done to him moments ago. you were stunned.

eddie was tugging at the joint with his delicate fingers. he giggled at how easy you were, but before letting go of the joint with your lips you stared up at him with your eyes. he watched you intently. your cheeks went hollow as you sucked on it and inhaled one more hit. eddie had never been so jealous of a joint in his life. you watched eddie’s eyes slowly roll into the back of his head at your actions before he closed them. he shamelessly moaned. your chest tightened at the noise. the cherry of the joint burned a bright red as he released it from you.

eddie rushed to inhale the remnants of your taste with his own hit. you both had reached the last of it. he turned his head away kindly to exhale the smoke but his eyes stayed fixed on you and your lips. his fingers flicked the ash of the smoke onto the ground and stopped it out. your eyes sparkled at him. you hummed a soft note innocently before he reached his hand back up to your face. his grip was stronger this time, like how it had been when he was mad at you. eddie moved his fingers from your cheek to the bottom of your lip rudely. his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. you drooled onto his fingers as he blew smoke into your throat.

he exhaled, you inhaled.

it tasted like eddie. he felt your spit on his fingertips before he released you. your bottom lip wetly snapped back in place as he dragged his thumb downwards. his eyes stayed fixed on your plump slobbery lips as his irises burned with the smoke rising. he could think of thousands of things he wanted to do to you and your pretty face. his fingers remained on your chin. holding your face towards him.

“oh, you're gonna get me in a lot of trouble. i just know it.” he purred. “why’s that?” you questioned.“...don’t tell me you forgot about your boyfriend already, baby?” he paused.

you heart stopped. the way he called you baby now made your thighs clench together. he smirked as your cheeks glowed red. the strain you two had been sharing always calmed eddie down. it seemed to have the opposite effect on you. all your senses were heightened as it buzzed in your body. your mind was on overdrive. you wanted eddie bad. but as quick as you realized you needed him his hand left your chin. the touch lingered. it was electric. you lost yourself in the moment. your eye’s closed before you let out another soft hum and giggle. the strain turning all your nervousness into making you loopy. eddie raised his eyebrow at you, questioning your motives. you realized you hadn’t answered him.

“y– yeah. you’re uhm…”, a pause, “right. i should get back to him. don’t want him finding out about this.” you whimpered. “uh-huh, that's right, baby”. eddie laughed at you.

your body stayed still. he brushed some of your hair out of your face to get one last look at you. the quick movement brought you back down to earth. he stared, no, began glaring into your eyes as you looked at him with a fucked out expression. he was leering at the sight of you. his gaze was filthy. you gasped as he experimentally traced his fingers on your skin. his touch started at your lips where he had played before, but he didn’t stop there. he moved his big heavy hand down to your jawline, and then your neck, and onto the collar of your sweater. his touch barely danced on your skin. he listened as you whimpered when he moved one finger down the center of your chest and then it was snuggled onto your hip.

his grip was needy and harsh. it resembled how your lousy boyfriend would paw at your hips when he wanted something from you. the difference was your body willingly moved with eddie’s grip. you were basically throwing yourself at him. his hand moved under your sweater. his touch was cold on your warm sides. half of his hand stayed fixed on your skin, the other on the waistband of your cute jeans. he didn’t want to seem too eager, but his grip was tight and aggressive. he pulled you into his chest by your waist and your arm gripped onto his big shoulder that was guarded by his leather jacket. his head was almost buried in your neck at the soft sudden embrace he whispered in your ear.

“you should really get back to him. i think it would be better for both of us if i left. what do you think?” he whispered. you couldn’t think. the only thing that was on your mind was eddie and how he was holding you. he infiltrated your thoughts. you arm tightened around his frame. physically begging him to keep you here. he listened to you whimper into his chest at his question. you felt his jeans tighten on your thigh. he whispered into your ear again,

“fuckkk, sweetheart… you making those pretty sounds for me? barely even touched you”, he teased. things were moving too fast. you slowly broke away from his grasp to ground yourself. he looked down at you with consolidating eyes. if this continued on you wouldn’t know what could come of it. you both weren’t very sober either. your cheeks were almost purple as you looked up at him with a hazy stare. he smiled. you just nodded. scared of what you might say next.

he figured you pulling away was his cue to leave, so he started to walk back towards the house. the foot of distance that was put between you two helped cut the tension. you couldn’t tell but under his skin he was a mess. eddie was secretly glad that he had a few too many drinks and a joint. he wouldn’t have been able to face you like that otherwise. he heard you let out a small sigh with your exhale. your hand that was holding him fell to your side.

truthfully he tried walking away. but he felt your eyes watching his back and the idea of moving forward without acting on his fantasies was enough for him to suddenly still. your eyes followed his movements as he turned around. the next actions were fast. his big arm moved past your head and grabbed the back of it. with you in his control it allowed his other hand to wrap around your throat and constrict. the feeling of the tingles caused by the weed mixed with the overstimulation from his touch made you delusional. he listened to you whimpering in fear as he imposed on your personal space again. he let out a devilish chuckle. he opened his mouth slowly to say his next words. they came quickly but you spoke before he could.

“you’re s–” he was cut off. “do you want to kiss me?” you choked out.

eddie paused, the soft question seemed so innocent. he knew that if he did kiss you he wouldn’t be able to stop himself soon after. it would be long and messy. he also couldn’t promise that he could fight off the urge to do more to you. he put some reasoning into his own head. it was totally irresponsible to kiss you right now. you both were standing in a vast open yard, intoxicated, and not in the best headspace. it was the drugs and liquor talking, not you, no way you wanted this. he had to shamefully admit, if he was gonna kiss you and make it count now would be the best moment.

he felt his cock stiffen as he watched you purse your lips. his mind wandered to how you would feel wrapped around him like that with a pretty pout and puff kissed lips. he wanted to know what you would do if he pushed you up against his body and embraced you fully. he wanted to sloppily lick up and down your neck and hear the noises he could spawn from your throat. his eyes consumed your mouth as he processed what his next move would be. he had thought about this moment just hours before steve’s party. your eyes looked so sparkly as a blush crawled up your neck and onto your cheek bones as you waited for his answer. you wet your lips with your tongue. knots were in his stomach.

he grunted, “shit.. it doesn’t matter how bad i wanna kiss you”, he paused, “and it doesn’t matter that i think you're the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. this wouldn’t work. i’ve been such a dick to you. you deserve better than someone like me”. you thought that was funny coming from him considering how much eddie hated your boyfriend.

his eyes continued watching the mouth he desperately wanted to kiss before you started to speak. “tha-..”, he glared at you before raising his index finger onto your lips. he applied a little pressure. he watched as they pushed out and around his finger. he smirked while shushing you. he thought back to how you looked with your cheeks hollowed out sucking on his joint again. his soft hands felt so good on your face. you weren’t going to fight him on this, you never wanted this moment to end.

before you could stop yourself your lips opened slightly, inviting him in to play with your tongue. he groaned as he felt you kitten lick his finger gently. he didn’t pull away. his dick was sore with how much you two had been teasing each other back and forth. he fought every urge to shove his index down your throat to really feel it. he continued talking to you. his tone was mean and messy, laced with dominance. you loved this eddie, you didn’t care that he was mean.

“.. shhh… you really do love keeping that mouth busy don't you…”, he teased, “i was right about you being a little whore.. hmm?” eddie raised his eyebrow at you. pulling his wet finger back onto your lips. he played with your top and bottom lip slowly before he adjusted his hand. his thumb was pushing at your bottom lip, testing if you were gonna welcome the other digit into your mouth. you stuck your tongue out fully at him. he placed the pad of his finger onto the wet warm muscle and you took it into your mouth. you looked at him with eyes that put him in a trance. you were successfully distracting him from pulling away from you. he tasted like all the things you loved about a man, but it was uniquely eddie. warm, salty, and a hint of beer he must’ve spilled on his hand earlier. sucking on him slowly he moaned.

“oh. fuck. me.” whining between words. he watched you for a second before trying to speak again. “do you… do you really want this as bad as i do?” his face was so close. you watched his chest rise and fall as his breath invaded your space. you smelled the musky combination of liquor and smoke on his tongue. he looked longingly into your eyes waiting for you to say something. you continued to play with him. you must have stood in silence for far too long because eddie spoke for you. his tone was heavy. you watched his lips move with his words. while his fingers toyed with yours.

“baby?’ he asked. you just nodded and sucked harder.

he giggled while rotating his soaked thumb on your tongue. “hmm, what’s the matter, that sweet mouth of yours doesn’t wanna be so mean anymore does she? poor thing. how devastating, i love hearing your pretty noises.. and whines… and pouts. you just need something to fill you up, don’t you?”. eddie clicked his teeth in dissatisfaction as your tongue continued to play with his salty finger. you shook your head at him like a child. telling him you didn’t wanna talk and would rather do this. you were scared of what you would say anyways. the man smirked at you before moving closer to whisper something in your ear. as he spoke softly you reminded yourself this was your sworn enemy. never did you think he could make you so hot. never did you think you would let something like this happen.

eddie was fully in control as he spoke to your empty mind. when his lips barely touched your earlobe you could hear his breath. it made your head spin. that was the closest he had been to you. you felt his hot exhale on your neck. his tone when he said his next words were laced with evil. “tell me, what is it that you want out of this? i can tell you’re touched starved.” his breath grazed your ear again, his lips fell to your jaw and he kissed you there. “mhm,” eddie groaned. “your boyfriend isn’t taking good care of you and your mouth is he?” eddie paused. “because if he was, i bet you’d have way less of an attitude with me all the time.”

this was a dangerous game you two were playing.

you moved your hands between your bodies. the tip of your finger grazed the hem of his shirt and slightly pulled it up. you felt the path of hair that guided you into his pants. eddie winced at the action. he pulled away from you slightly to give your hand room to slip into his waistline. you looked down at his jeans, realizing he was about to pop the zipper on them. you wished it was a bit brighter so you could see exactly what he was packing. there was really no need because you could feel him in your hand. he groaned into the skin of your neck and started leaving messy open mouth kisses in his wake. when you curved your hand just right he whined. “ohh… fuckk”.

eddie grabbed your hand away from his body and instead rushed to pick you up. you yelped and giggled as he drug you back to his bestfriends house. “what.. what are you doing, eddie?” he let out a gruff laugh. “finishing what you started”. his boots stomped on the ground as the pitter patter of your own soles tried to keep up with his. when you both had arrived back inside the party was in its last stage. he rushed you through the doorway and then into the kitchen. bodies were passed out on the livingroom floor. cans were both empty and spilled all over the stairs that eddie was leading you up. there was a door that had a sock on the doorknob in the hall that led to the guest bedrooms of the large home steve and his absent family stayed in.

he threw open a door to a room he knew wouldn’t be occupied because steve always kept a room reserved for eddie and robin when they stayed over. as he manhandled you he slammed the previously open door and pushed you against it. he looked into your eyes. “..this okay, yeah?” he huffed. his chest raised quickly anticipating your answer. “ye-..”, the reassuring words hadn’t even left you before he was swallowing them down.

eddie forced the searing kiss onto your lips while he groaned. it was all tongue and teeth as you both fought to taste each other. he grabbed you cheeks to keep you steady while he studied each curve and imperfection of the lips he had always wished to kiss. he traced his tongue though your crevices. you were everything to him. he had secretly been starving for this very moment since he had a sample of your taste from his damp joint you bummed. your spit teasing him.

though he was rough with you his hands were gentle. he held your face softly and pawed at your hips. it was easy for him to maneuver around you and unbutton your jeans. you were both so desperate, but eddie was pathetic. he was whining and moaning while grinding against your thigh. he pulled away with a soft bite on your bottom lip. he lifted you up by the waist and carried you from the door and further into the room till your back was met with the guest bed. he grabbed your ankles as you fell back and pulled your pants down just enough to where he could see the tiniest bit of your panties.

eddie bites his lip softly, smiling to himself. he had been wanting to get you into this position since the beginning of his toments. eddie crawls up your frame as he slowly pulls your jeans completely down. his arms wrap around and spread your thighs. your head unwillingly fell backwards. the muscles of your neck strained. you felt him leave a gentle kiss on your covered clit. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to drive you insane. he laughed with his face close to your center. his hot breath so close gave you another sensation of how crazy this was. eddie teased you with his fingers over the fabric making your thighs clench together around his head. blocking his view and slowing his moments.

“ah.. you keep those legs open or we’re stopping… been thinking ‘bout this too long.” he hooks his strong arms around your calves. he forces you into the position easily. eddie wasn’t being dramatic. he had been dreaming about this for years and now he wasn’t gonna let you move an inch. you let him hold you.

you hated him. you loved this.

you cupped your hand around your mouth to try to stay quiet. as soon as you did, eddie raised over you and pulled it away harshly. he laid your palm flat and open over your head. “none of that either.. talk to me, doll. let me hear you…” he demanded with a sultry tone. “yes, eddie..” you nodded and then he kissed you. the kiss this time was softer and laced with feeling.

“that’s a good girl… such a good girl”, he murmurs the words to himself as he makes his way back down. “your boyfriend ever do this for you baby…?” eddie possessively played with the hem of your panties while purposely teasing your lips. you answer him with a small whine. “..no..”, you lean forward to watch him. he grins at you like a devil. eddie slides his fingers under your panties, rubbing your slick around your mess. “oh god.. you.. you were this wet for me while we were out there talking weren’t you?” all you could do was nod. he slowly hooks his fingers onto the straps of your panties and pulls them off to expose you to him fully. his breath hitched, you heard it. the damp fabric moving from your hips down to your thighs and past your ankles makes you roll your eyes back and instinctively buck your hips towards him. as your panties had moved down, his lips now moved up. a kiss on your ankle, a harsh bite on your inner knee, a wet suck and pop of his lips on your inner thigh.

“gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna feel so good cause of me, baby. no one else, m’kay?” eddie opens your legs wide again so he can indulge himself. he grunts as he gets a good look at you. he kisses your exposed clit and sucks deeply. his eyes roll back at the taste. soft, messy sounds start to fill the room from your dripping wet pussy and his sloppy tongue. you could subtly hear the grind of his hips against the spring mattress. his tongue worked in firm circles on your sensitive nub, followed by gentle slides of his up your tummy in tender touches.

“god, you soaked through your panties, pretty girl”. you whined above him, unable to answer his statements. you watched him as he collapsed your worn garment into a bundle in his free hand, he stuffed it deeply in his back jean pocket. “gotta save that for later so i know i'm not dreaming…” eddie growled from deep in his throat. the overwhelming and confusing feelings made you reach for him. he giggled and stuffed a finger into you while continuing to lick his flat tongue up your center to savor your dripping arousal.

the air was filled with the smell of sex and the sloppy sounds of him drinking you down. he worked you open for him. he was silent as he catered towards his own needs and fantasies, still not fully comprehending that you were wincing under him in pleasure. when he felt your walls clench around his fingers and your pants grow even shorter, eddie began to talk you through your finish. “does that feel good, sweetheart?” his hips rutted into the mattress, hard. the prospects of getting you off was getting him harder than he had ever been before.

though eddie was so fucked out, his mean demonor didn’t stray far away. he slowed his movements just to hear you cry out for him. when you looked for an answer to why he was slowing down, he smirked at you. you watched through your lashes as he flicked his tongue just right and in a dreadfully slow curve. “taste so.. fucking.. good”, he said to himself. then he harshly slapped your clit after your hand had fallen back over your mouth to muffle your moans. “ahha!” you cried. “what did i say? answer me.. feels good, doesn’t it?”. “yes.. yes feels…ah… really good.. don’t stop. please. don’t stop.” you whimpered for him. his chest grew warm, his tummy turned.

he whispered his words while kissing your clit “mhm… wasn’t hard was it? all i needed to hear, baby.” he continued his faux attitude while you cried for him. he was close to falling apart. he had to be dreaming. eddie moved his fingers over you in an agonizingly slow manner, while he day dreamed. as he mindlessly day dreamed of all the things he could do to you tonight he heard you cry out for him to give you more. you didn’t have to tell him twice. he picked up his pace once again. you trembled, a moan stuck in your throat threatening to rip through you. you couldn’t hold on anymore. your entire body shakes for him as your breath leaves your lungs. his name is a constant curse of how good he could make you really feel. the way you moaned for him was making his cock unbelievably hard. you can feel his devilish smile againsts you as he furthers his torture and fucks you through your first orgasm, not daring to slow down for you to catch your breath. his hips continue to chase friction from the mattress.

a massive tidal wave washes over you. the sounds of your hot cunt leaking for him and down his fingers make him leak through his pants and onto the bed with his own pre. the relief you feel brings tears to your eyes as you cum harder than you thought was possible for a person to. your dripping hole clenched around him like a vice. it continues to suck him back in, he’s not ashamed to give your greedy pussy more.

“eddie! ahhha.. eddie!” you scream out from overstimulation. your needy tone surprises him so he quickly slows down his pace. he calms you. eddie places hot kisses on the hollow spot between your hip and thigh. after he sucks your skin a deep purple eddie sits up a little. he’s letting go of your legs, and placing both of his hands on the top of your thighs. he grips the doughy skin gently to ease your tingly body. the tenderness of his actions allows you to come back down to earth. you look up at him over you. as you made eye contact eddie pulled his shirt off of his chest. his hands worked on loosening his belt buckle. he was so handsome like this. “you’re handsome..” you mumbled in a drowsy state.

“you.. you really think so..?” he blushed a deep maroon while you hummed when he collapsed onto you. he raised slightly to help you take your own shirt off. he moved desperately. “need to feel you..” he pulls you into a searing hug. skin on skin. eddie raises your back to arch for him before he pops the back of your bra undone. you whine at how efficient he was with it. “eddie..” you whimper. he pulled the garment off of you as he raised himself up. he threw it somewhere into the room with the rest of the now growing pile of clothes.

then he was working on his jeans. he clumsily moved his knees back and forth to rock out of the tight restricting pants. your hand must’ve made it’s way to his lower tummy while he undressed. he pulled the band of his boxers down and he let his swollen cock bounce free. it slapped the back of your hand. you both moaned at the contact. his tip was bright red and dripping. eddie whined as he grabbed his base. he got a serious glint in his eyes as he let you take it and guided it down to you. “you think it’s handsome?” "y-yeah," you nodded, sounding a little hoarse.

you sighed a little at the feeling of him letting you run it through your folds. he was huge and bigger than anything you had ever taken. he grabbed your hips to keep your body from running from him, or worse pushing him into you when he wasn’t composed at all and risking hurting you. he insulted your past experiences to make himself feel better about the fact that he was forsure going to bust early. “never had a dick this big?” he teased shyly. his false confidence died when you looked at him with need. oh, he was so fucked. he had already been so on edge while playing with you using his fingers.

he bent at the waist and kissed you again, right when you least expected it. you felt his hips pull away from your slightly. he whispered “..you.. shit.. are you ready?" he asked you, but it sounded like he was stalling.

karma's a bitch and you were tired of waiting. you were going to win this standoff. the break between your last orgasm and now allowed you to catch your breath. with a huff and a whisper into the shell of his ear, you teased, “are you?”. you broke down all his walls with those two words. "baby… oh baby.. fuck i've been ready for this for years," he choked the confession out breathlessly before plunging forward and filling you with his cock in one smooth motion. eddie shivered as he pressed his hips up to yours, moaning weakly and so completely in love. his eyes were shut tight and his head tossed back in concentration.

when he regained his composure he fucked into you like he was crazed. he grabbed the back of your thighs and threw you into his cock. back and forth. his pace was relentless as he started moving his mouth a mile per minute. just like his hips. “i don’t deserve this. always been… so mean to you and.. you still wanna give me this sweet pussy? god, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. i’m sorry i'm already gonna cum.” he was rambling while he lost his tempo. eddie pulled your legs onto his shoulders as he rotated his hips deeper. he popped his finger in his mouth and licked the digit before he laced it between your bodies and started working on your clit. “it would be really mean.. of me to not let you.. cum again. and.. ahha- fuck.. i need to feel you cum on me. please”.

your legs trembled, your walls sucking him in deeper. “yes! yes! just like that, baby”, he grunted in your ear. “eddie ohh.. god.. im gonna cum. im gonna cum!” you felt him shake over you while his hot breath painted your neck in a allowed dampness. he bit your neck to suppress his needy whines. he chanted your name but not before dropping an absolute bomb on you.

“fuck… i love you, always loved you. and i love this pussy shit..” you hardly caught his confession as your orgasms both teetered on the edge. “gonna fucking fill you up, fill my good girl up.. you want that? fuck give it to me… i need it. i need you...” you nodded your head with haste. “give it to me, eddie. please.. you can cum inside me..” both of you crossed the finish line together as the waves washed over you. eddie’s entire body shuddered. his grip his rough hands had on you was so tight there was sure to be evidence that this wasn’t just some sick dream tomorrow. the way your nails had clawed against his back and forearms branding him in the same way. he felt both of your liquids gush around his cock as he slowed his pace and grunted. he didn’t wanna pull away. eddie was too scared of what your reaction would be to his afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever had. not to mention the embarrassment of his loose tongue.

after a few moments of silence he slightly moved so he could look into your eyes. you had a dumb smile on your face. eddie accepted the humiliation and grinned back. he stayed buried inside of you. only adjusting to see you better in certain moments. you allowed his words from earlier to ring in your ears. he looked at you with pure devotion wondering who was going to address what he said first.

“so-“ he started.

“we-“ you said at the same time.

“you.. uh.. you go first.. please?” he nervously bit his lip while adjusting the warm blanket you two had found yourselves wrapped up in. he moved his face to yours. “no.. how about you finish what you started”.

the boy could only slowly blink at you. oh how the tables had turned.

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