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sunrise + sunset (Rami Malek x Reader)

Summary: When the distance between you and Rami becomes too much to bear, you try to find something to connect the two of you.

Word Count: 731 words

Warnings: none <3

A/N: So I have a bigger imagine in the works, I just thought it would be nice to tide the wait over with this little guy :’) probably the shortest imagine I’ve done, but I got the idea while I sat in the dark watching the last of the sunset today and just feeling so… extraordinarily moved by it. something about it just made me cry, in a good way though. anyway, i’m getting off track here. enjoy <3

(another) A/N: this is dedicated to someone I met on here earlier this year – we bonded over Rami, and became really close friends. But then once I came back from a hiatus, I realized they deleted their account, and I got so sad. I don’t have any way of contacting them. They liked the colour purple, and the Inheritance Cycle series. If you’re out there somewhere, I miss you! I hope you’re doing well, and maybe even over in New York now. this imagine is for you. :’)

You knew from the start that being in a relationship with Rami wasn’t going to be easy. The lack of location stability that came with an acting career meant that this was going to be the biggest rollercoaster of your life – from having days where you felt your life couldn’t possibly get any more wonderful to sudden months when Rami went away and the hours dragged on so slowly and everything  seemed  to just stand  still. 

Today was one of those days.

Rami was currently at the entire other side of the goddamn world working on a new project. You were so incredibly excited for him, especially since he’d be playing an important role in the film, but tonight you just felt… lonely. 

You missed your boyfriend like crazy every day, but today was harder than the rest. You weren’t sure why, all you knew was that your heart weighed heavier than normal in your chest. You felt as though you were withering from the inside out.

The sound of your ringtone jolted you back to the present, and a little tiny bit of the weight on your chest lifted as you saw it was none other than Rami who was calling you. 

Funny. You were just thinking of calling him. 

“I miss you.” You gushed as soon as you put the phone to your ear. “I miss you so much Rami.”

You could hear a tinny whoosh on the other line as your boyfriend let out a quiet sigh.

“Baby, you have no idea how much I want to just hold you right now.” He sounded as tired as you felt. “I wish you could’ve come with me, or… I wish I was back home with you. I miss you too. So, so much.”

You sat in silence, tracing your fingers over the fraying hem of your sweater as you let his words sink in for a few more moments. 

“What time is it over there?” Your voice was barely a whisper when you finally spoke again.

“Just a little past 5 AM.” Rami replied. “I couldn’t sleep, I’ve been thinking of you so much that it’s always keeping me awake now.”

“How much longer till you’re home?” 

“Forty-nine days and counting.” Another sigh on his end of the line. “Fifty if you include the flight home.”

“Oh.”

There was the silence again. You had hoped hearing Rami’s voice would cheer you up, even just a little, but right now you felt lonelier than ever.

“Hey, Y/N, do me a favour.”

“Yeah?” You asked hopefully.

“Look out the window. Tell me what you see.”

With a greater effort than should’ve been necessary, you pushed yourself off the couch and stepped over to the window. As you drew back the curtains, you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped when you saw the sky.

“Rami, the sunset…” You began, unable to take your eyes off the pink and red and amber tones that speckled the sky. “It’s… it’s beautiful. I wish you could see it.”

“I’m looking at the sunrise over here,” Rami let out a little chuckle. “What colours are you seeing?”

“Pink… yellow… orange- no… not orange…” You weren’t even blinking as you took in as much of the sky as you could. “More like… the colour of fire.”

“I’m seeing all those colours too.” Rami replied quietly. The clouds in the sky before you suddenly began swimming as tears pricked your eyes.

“It’s like we’re looking at the same thing.” You gasped, a faint smile blooming on your lips. 

“We are, Y/N.” Rami answered. You could hear the awe in his voice – it echoed your own. “We’re looking up at the same sky.”

A tear fell down your cheek as you felt the comforting weight of a little thought settle on your shoulders. 

“We’re connected…” You realized as you hastily brushed the tears from your eyes, letting out the tiniest of laughs. “We’re connected, I feel it. It’s like we’re-”

“Together.”

You gazed up at the sky, unable to shake the smile from your face as you thought of Rami, over at the other end of the world, staring at the same thing.

“I love you.”

You felt your heart swell inside your chest. Rami may not have been by your side at that moment, but you definitely felt as though a part of him was there with you.

“I love you too. So, so much.”

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Desert Flowers

Ahkmenrah X Reader Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut

As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off–he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.

“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.

“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It’s lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.

“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.

“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It’s a mummy.”

Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet–a feeling of unease having settled in the room.

“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…

Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.

“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.

“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.

“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist–just smiling up at him.

“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.

“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.

“But-?”

“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.

Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you–swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.

“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe–recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.

“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.

The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.

You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.

“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.

“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.

“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.

“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.

You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.

Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out–making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.

“Ahkmenrah…”

“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to–and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.

“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you–unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply–daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.

“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.

“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.

“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm–lacking both entirely.

“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.

“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.

Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting–you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.

There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.

Even then, everyone knew.

“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”

“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why–shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.

Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.

Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.

Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went–it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came–Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.

You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is. 

“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat–like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments. 

The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.

You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body–his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: “My beautiful Queen…”

He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress–when all is said, and all is done–you love Ahkmenrah.

So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows–you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished–there begins the echo of swords.

Ahkmenrah’s eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away–you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn’t think the attack would come from you.

Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can’t. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest–you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.

All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away–layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever–to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.

Maybe then your heart would hurt less.

“I’m so sorry….” You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. “I will never forgive myself… I-I am-m sorry.” You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don’t expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment–he is only your love.

“I’ll make it all stop.” You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.

Then he goes still.

You had to do this, end his suffering–you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.

You just didn’t know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.

Larry’s eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh’s hands. “So…We’re not…” Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.

“They were my wife first.” He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn’t even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. “MY WIFE?!” The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.

Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch– wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them–someone who hurt their friend.

It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics–books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you–he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.

“The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins.” There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.

“Yeah well, you did kill him.” You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.

“It was me, or his Kahmunrah… I made it quick…” You pause, “Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died.” Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. “I gave him mercy.”

“Did you tell him that?” He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.

“It was always my burden to bare.”

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You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don’t. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace… Then you see him, and you stop entirely.

What is air? You don’t know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning–with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.

“Go…” His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. “Why can’t you just go?” The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.

“I never loved him… I swear…” You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. “Ahkmenrah… I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged.” Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, “I wanted you to go quick, I thought he’d kill me for taking that away from him.”

Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. “You don’t look any older.”

“He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you.” You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. “I submit to your judgement, as my king.”

You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you–the closest you’ve been in centuries.

He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.

“I never wanted to be your king. Only your love.”

[evewithluv]

Desert Flowers

Ahkmenrah X Reader Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut

As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off–he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.

“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.

“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It’s lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.

“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.

“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It’s a mummy.”

Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet–a feeling of unease having settled in the room.

“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…

Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.

“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.

“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.

“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist–just smiling up at him.

“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.

“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.

“But-?”

“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.

Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you–swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.

“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe–recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.

“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.

The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.

You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.

“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.

“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.

“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.

“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.

You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.

Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out–making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.

“Ahkmenrah…”

“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to–and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.

“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you–unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply–daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.

“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.

“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.

“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm–lacking both entirely.

“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.

“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.

Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting–you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.

There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.

Even then, everyone knew.

“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”

“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why–shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.

Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.

Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.

Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went–it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came–Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.

You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is. 

“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat–like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments. 

The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.

You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body–his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: “My beautiful Queen…”

He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress–when all is said, and all is done–you love Ahkmenrah.

So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows–you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished–there begins the echo of swords.

Ahkmenrah’s eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away–you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn’t think the attack would come from you.

Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can’t. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest–you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.

All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away–layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever–to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.

Maybe then your heart would hurt less.

“I’m so sorry….” You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. “I will never forgive myself… I-I am-m sorry.” You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don’t expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment–he is only your love.

“I’ll make it all stop.” You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.

Then he goes still.

You had to do this, end his suffering–you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.

You just didn’t know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.

Larry’s eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh’s hands. “So…We’re not…” Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.

“They were my wife first.” He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn’t even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. “MY WIFE?!” The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.

Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch– wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them–someone who hurt their friend.

It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics–books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you–he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.

“The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins.” There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.

“Yeah well, you did kill him.” You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.

“It was me, or his Kahmunrah… I made it quick…” You pause, “Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died.” Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. “I gave him mercy.”

“Did you tell him that?” He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.

“It was always my burden to bare.”

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You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don’t. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace… Then you see him, and you stop entirely.

What is air? You don’t know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning–with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.

“Go…” His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. “Why can’t you just go?” The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.

“I never loved him… I swear…” You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. “Ahkmenrah… I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged.” Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, “I wanted you to go quick, I thought he’d kill me for taking that away from him.”

Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. “You don’t look any older.”

“He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you.” You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. “I submit to your judgement, as my king.”

You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you–the closest you’ve been in centuries.

He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.

“I never wanted to be your king. Only your love.”

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Don’t Call Me Kid (G.W.)

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: When her soulmate’s name appears on her wrist on her twentieth birthday, (Y/n)’s heart stings with betrayal when she finds out who it is.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst

As the clock slowly ticked towards midnight on the eve of your twentieth birthday, you couldn’t help but feel edgy. Your nerves were tingling and your stomach churned at the thought of what would be revealed on your wrist the moment you turned twenty. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to find out who your soulmate was; you just had no idea who it could be.

There was no one in your life who you felt a strong connection to. No one that gave your stomach the little tug that your parents so fondly described when they told you the story of how they met. And no one had revealed to you that you were their soulmate. You had always hoped that your soulmate was older than you. And that they would find you before you had to anxiously await for a name to be seared into your flesh. But no one had come forward yet. So you went with the assumption that you didn’t know your soulmate.

Of course, there was one person who you had always hoped it would be. It was your best friend’s older brother, George. It was a schoolgirl kind of crush, one that had you writing his last name on your school work and blushing every time he merely looked your way. As a child, you had followed him around like a lost puppy, fantasizing about your name adorning his wrist. But it wasn’t the case. His twentieth birthday had been years ago. You remembered the day very clearly.

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—𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

—Dallas Winston x fem!Curtis!reader

—summary: you and Dallas have an unspoken bond, and your boyfriend fucking sucks. also, your brothers love you a lot.

—word count: 1.8k

—tw: abusive relationship, swearing, blood

— a/n: can you tell I was in a toxic, abusive relationships with how many of these fics I write???? lol anywayyyyy. just watched the outsiders and fell back in love with the gang and hadddd to write this. enjoy, lovers! xo, miz

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“(Y/N), open the goddamn door!” You didn’t even do anything, you did nothing wrong. You did nothing wrong yet here you were, bloody and shaking, not able to breathe properly while your brother tried to kick your door down.

It was fucked up.

“Calm down, Dar.”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down!”

All of this. All of this because your no good piece of shit boyfriend decided to beat the shit out of you in front of the wrong person.

Dallas fucking Winston. Of all people.

Dal had invited you to come to Buck’s, just for a couple of beers and maybe a round of pool, and, of course, you’d agreed. You two had always liked each other probably more than you should, but neither of you dared to make it too obvious, afraid of what the rest of the gang, and your boyfriend, would have to say about it. So you hung out a lot in secret, it’s not like the two of you were having sex or anything, you would just talk and drink, play some pool and fuck with some people at Buck’s, pulling pranks and whatnot. Sometimes you two would stay up after everyone had gone home, soft music playing from Dally’s record player, smoking cigarettes and talking about everything under the sun, but you were careful not to let your fear of your boyfriend slip past your lips, knowing that Dal would get angry, and tell your brothers and the rest of the gang, and they would absolutely kill him. You hated him, of course, but a small part of you felt like you couldn’t leave him, a weird sadness filled your chest at the thought.

You and Dallas were fucking around, you had taken a couple shots and were jabbing at each other with poolsticks when he walked in.

“Dal, we need to go to your room.” You said, your tone suddenly turning serious at the sight of the tall blond sauntering through the doors.

“What?! But-”

“Dallas, please.”

No one ever called him that, especially you. And with his full name coming out of your mouth and the panicked look in your eye, he knew you weren’t playing around.

“Yeah, alright. Come on.”

You nodded your head in a silent thank you and laced Dally’s fingers through yours, bringing your opposite hand up to grip onto his bicep, and the brunet boy sure didn’t miss the tight hold you had while your nails subtly dug into his flesh,

It was just as the two of you were headed upstairs when you were suddenly pulled back from Dally basically receiving whiplash from the severity of the tug.

“Well if it isn’t Dallas Winston and my girlfriend.” Your boyfriend sneered, bringing his clammy hand up to cling onto the back of your neck, squeezing so hard that you let out an involuntary whimper that made Dallas’ heart drop to his shoes.

Now, there weren't many people who were lucky enough to be loved by Dallas Winston, yet for some reason you were one of them. You got to see a side of him that not even Johnny Cade got to see. He was funny, soft, sweet, attentive, nothing like most people made him out to be.

But, Lord help the sorry motherfucker who decided to mess with you.

“Please…” You whimpered. Maybe it was a plea to your boyfriend, to let you go and show you mercy, just for tonight, or maybe it was a plea to Dally, begging him to help you and save you from the boy who was supposed to love you.

“Let her go, man.” Dallas drawled, one hand outstretched towards you and him in a gesture that you didn’t one any trouble, trying to stay calm for your sake.

“Why should I?” Your boyfriend laughed, tightening his grip. “So you can take her upstairs to that shitty room of yours and fuck her like the whore she is?”

“Now you’ve done it, punk.”

You wish you could remember exactly what happened from that point, but to be completely honest the whole thing was a fucking blur. You know that a couple of your boyfriend’s friends held Dally back once he lunged, and you knew your boyfriend had gotten you pretty good, and the moment you didn’t feel a pair of hands on you, you made a run for it, not looking back and not stopping until you basically crashed through your front door, unknowingly leaving a small trail of blood.

Soda and Darry had been on the couch when you arrived and both sprang up from their sitting positions when you ran through the living room and straight into your room, slamming the door and turning the lock.

“Shut the fuck up, Darrel!” You screeched, banging a fist against your door in retaliation.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on!”

“None of your goddamn business!”

“None of my goddamn business?!” His voice boomed. “You must be out of-”

You couldn’t take it, not a second more, so you flung the door open revealing your damaged state to your two elder brothers. Darry’s fist was raised, ready to pound on the door once more, and Soda’s arm was outstretched in an effort to stop him, and they both completely froze when they saw you. Apparently you were in worse shape than you originally thought.

“What happened?” Darrel asked, his voice soft but still firm, a slight frown hung on his face.

All you could do was shake your head. They’d kill him, all of them. Or at least try to. And you couldn’t risk any one of them getting hurt just because you can’t take a couple punches.

“What the fuck happened?” He demanded once more.

All you could do was shake your head as more tears gathered in your irises.

“Dar, she’s upset. Give her a second.” Soda soothed and Darry nodded, not ripping his eyes away from you. If you looked hard enough you could see they were filled with concern. Someone had hurt his baby sister, and he’d be damned if they were getting away with it.

“I’ll patch her up, alright? Go take a breather.” Soda gently coaxed the eldest away from your doorway and he obliged, turning his head and stomping away, leaving behind a bang as the front door slammed, causing you to jump.

Sodapop gave you a gentle smile and nodded towards the direction of the bathroom, urging you to follow him and you did. You decided to sit in the same spot he and the boys would always sit when you’d lend a hand in cleaning them up after fights or rumbles, so you hoisted yourself up on the counter.

Your brother was silent as he worked, and you tried your hardest not to make eye contact anytime you could feel his eyes linger on you, hoping you’d look up so he could say something.

“All done.”

You nodded and thanked him, sliding down from the counter so you could make your way into the living room to join Ponyboy and watch a couple cartoons before Darry got back and you’d have to have the conversation.

“(Y/n).” Sodapop’s voice stopped you before you could really leave the bathroom.

You halted your footsteps and turned, meeting your brother's misty blue eyes with your own.

“You know I uh, Pony and I have known for a while.”

You froze, your jaw falling slack and white hot nerves electrified your body.

“And I-” Soda choked on his words, clearing his throat before he continued. “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you. I- I didn’t realize how bad it was, me and Pony only saw you guys yellin’ at the drive in. He grabbed your wrist and you hit him and, and I got up so fast to come and say somethin’ but Pony stopped me, he said this was somethin’ you had to do on your own. That, that you’d only get mad if we tried to get in the middle, we didn’t- we didn’t know (Y/n/n), I swear. I’m so-”

You cut him off with a hug, probably one of the tightest hugs you’d given any of your brothers since your mom and dad died, and Soda let out a breath of relief, hugging you back just as hard. Neither of you said anything, but really, you didn’t have to. You both knew what the hug meant, and there was no need to ruin it with talk.

You pulled away and both gave each other watery smiles. Soda laughed and lightly roughed up your hair and you swatted his hand away, a playful smile on your face.

Your nice moment with your brother was unfortunately interrupted by the front door nearly swinging off its hinges, revealing a very angry Darrel and concerned Dally.

“(Y/n), oh my god.”

“Your fucking BOYFRIEND?!”

Sodapop groaned and stepped in front of you, knowing how fragile you still were from the day’s events, and Ponybody scrambled up from the floor, tearing his eyes away from his cartoons to run to your aid, not really sure what was happening, but knowing it was his job to always protect his big sister.

“Now’s not the time, Dar, and you know that.”

The eldest Curtis opened his mouth to argue but stopped when he saw you. Cowering behind Soda with shaky hands, one gripped tightly in Pony’s, eyes wide with fear panic, and tears. His shoulders dropped and he sighed. “I’m sorry, (Y/n/n). Come on out.” You only shook your head and tightened your grip on Pony’s hand, making Darrel’s heart fall.

Dallas cleared his throat and stepped forward. His heart raced with his actions, not knowing how your older brother would react to you responding to Dallas over him, but you were scared, and he couldn’t just do nothing.

“(Y/n), sweetheart.” He said softly, approaching you beside Soda, and you immediately fell into him, tightening your hands around the material of his leather jacket and letting out every tear you’d been holding in the last couple of hours.

“I’m so scared of him, Dal.”

Dallas subtly swayed the two of you back and forth, one arm curled around your waist and the other cradling the back of your neck, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

“I know, doll.”

“Thought he was gonna kill me.”

Dally cursed and tightened his hold on you, turning his head to face the most confused trio of brother’s he’d ever seen.

Never had any of them seen him speak this softly, or even touch someone for this long without the intent of sex, and they were completely stunned.

“I’ll kill him.” Dally promised, his voice lowered an octave with intent and anger.

“No! I don’t want you to get hurt, Dally, please.” You begged through tears, almost like a child.

“Alright then.” Dally soothed, holding you closer. “Dally ain’t goin’ nowhere. Gonna stay right here, yeah?”

You nodded and Dally continued to look at the three brothers, and the brunet boy holding you in his arms didn’t even have to flick an eyelid in signal for them to be out the door, chests huffed and fists clenched, to defend their sister’s honor.

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hot for teacher

summary: you’re going on your first date with steve harrington, and hours before he’s due to pick you up your best friend gives you some rather unsavory information.

pairings: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, explicit language, dirty talk, (slight) rough sex

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just a dare.

George ‘Joji’ Miller x Female! Reader

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Synopsis: He was never one to back down from a dare, but this was a dare that might give George ‘Joji’ Miller more than what he bargained for.

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A/n: So this is probably really different than what you guys are used to, but I wrote this because A: I fucking love Joji and B: i wanted to write this for a friend. The style that I wrote this in is kinda kinda different than what I usually do, but I was freeballing this one ngl so if it sucks: that is 100% why. I don’t know how Joji is as a person, so if this doesn’t seem like something he would do then lol we die like idiots on this tumblr.

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Genre: Romance, Slight Angst Rated: Everyone Warning: None

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Catching Munson - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Overprotective Dustin, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Creampie (Wear Protection Kids)

A/N: I've been writing like crazy for Munson because this man has stolen my whole heart! I haven't been able to watch this new season, so please, go easy on me. <3

You walked through the school's cafeteria with your little brother Dustin, heading towards your usual table where all the members of Hellfire were sitting. 

Dustin was a little upset that Eddie Munson was flirting with you this morning after class. You found it adorable how overprotective he was of his big sister. But, he knew from the moment he introduced Eddie to you that he was going to be a big problem. 

You could promise every time he caught Eddie winking at you or eyeing you from across the Hellfire table, Dustin would become extremely irritated.

That's why you and Eddie agreed to keep your relationship a secret because even though Dustin was best friends with Eddie and greatly looked up to him, he’d probably attempt to kill him if he found out his sweet, innocent older sister was dating Eddie Munson, the metal head weirdo, also rumored to be a “freak in the sheets,” by Munson himself when he was conversing with some of the older members of hellfire, trying his best to impress you.

The reality was, before you he did have much experience, besides the daily masturbation sessions he spent thinking about you.

“Just, please, don’t let Eddie flirt with you like that,” Dustin told you as you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. 

 “Alright, Dusty. I promise I won't let him.” 

Eddie bit his inner cheek as he watched you walk over. His gaze was glued onto you, subtly staring at your body, especially your exposed thighs. 

You and the freshman sat down at the table, and Eddie shot you a warm smile one that he showed no other person, only you. 

Your heart fluttered as you shot him one back. 

“Hey, Hendersons.” Eddie greeted. 

“Mhm...” Dustin murmured, deciding to play the quiet game with Eddie for flirting with his sister. 

You elbowed his arm softly but hard enough for him to get the point. “Ow-” He looked at you, gawking and groaning under his breath, “Hi, Eddie.” 

“Is something wrong, Dustin? Is y/n beating you?” Gareth joked from across the table, earning a laugh from the rest of the group. 

“No… I'm just thinking.” 

 Eddie sneakily slipped his hand under the table and slid it up to your bare thigh, resting his hand dangerously high, while he continued his conversation with Gareth and the two freshmen who joined in. His hand teasingly squeezed your flesh, making your body freeze as you unloaded your lunchbox. 

Once Eddie noticed Dustin wasn’t in your direction, he leaned in close and whispered, “You coming over tonight, Sweetheart?” 

“Not tonight, Ed’s. I have to watch Dusty.” 

He dramatically sighed and gave you a little pout that made you softly chuckle at his childlike behavior. 

Your mother was forcing you to stay home with your brother while she was having dinner with her friends. She didn't want her sweet, little man to be all alone. 

Later that evening, she came home earlier than expected, so you decided to take your mom's car and lie, telling her that you were going to the movies with Robin, but really, you were heading over to Eddie’s to cuddle and smoke some weed. 

You hopped out of the car, excited to surprise your boyfriend, and went to the front door. You knew his uncle wasn’t home, so you let yourself in using their key under the mat.

 It was like second nature. The two of you became so used to walking in without knocking that Eddie almost got caught one time when he forgot your family was home. Luckily, he ran up the stairs into your room before Dustin and your mother saw. 

You cautiously opened the front door, doing your best not to make too much noise as you snuck inside. You glanced around the living room. There was no sight of Eddie until you looked down the hallway towards his dimly lit bedroom. You could hear a faint rustling noise coming from his room, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion as you slowly took a couple of steps down the small hallway. You heard another outcry of noise and some mumbling that you couldn't make out until you stepped closer. 

“Fuck, Y/n…” Eddie breathly grunted. 

You froze for a second as realization hit you. Eddie was masturbating. You resisted yourself from entering and peaked your head into his poster-filled room, watching as Eddie's dominant hand eagerly wrapped around his length and stroked his cock. He was staring at one of the many naked polaroid photos he’d taken of you.

 It was a picture he took of you before school. You had just woken up, and we're sitting back against the bed, only wearing his hellfire tee, your bent legs spread, giving him a view of your pantieless slit as you gazed at the camera with a small smile. 

Eddie laid there, imagining your mouth was wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, your head bobbing against his cock, taking in every last inch. He tightened his grip just below the tip and tried his best to make the same movements you would as he pumped his cock, feeling pre-cum leaking down his underside and hand. 

“Holy… Christ.” 

The sight made wetness form in your underwear as you watched him, withering from the picture of you, his hips bucking in his hand, letting out little grunts and whimpers. 

You hated to interrupt him, but you badly desired to give the poor boy what he craved, so you slowly stepped into the room and gently knocked on the doorframe. 

“Jesus!” Eddie blurted out, jolting up in his bed as his head swung towards the door in a panic. His eyes widened, seeing you standing there, leaning against the door frame as you stared at his length, which was still clutched in his grip. 

Eddie’s face immediately turned the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen, “Y/n! W-what are you doing here?” 

“I didn't have to babysit, so I thought I’d come over and surprise you.” 

 He sheepishly let go of himself after realizing and embarrassingly covered up with one of his old blankets, setting your picture aside. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” 

 “Long enough to know you were thinking about me.” You smirked, eyeing the standing bulge under his blanket that sat in his lap. The sight made your heart jump out of your chest. You yearned to have his cum filling your mouth, make him tremble beneath you as you suck that pretty cock of his. 

 “Want me to help you, Muson?” You asked innocently, walking over to his bed as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across his messy room. 

“Please.” He breathly sighed with relief, nodding eagerly as he slowly pulled the blanket off and watched you unclip your lacy bra. 

Eddie admired your perfect, soft breasts. The sight made his cock ache as his warm pre-cum spilled down his manhood and dripped down his balls onto the mattress beneath him. 

You crawled up and laid down between his thighs. Your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head. The taste of his sweetened pre-cum spreads around in your mouth. Your lashes batting as you gazed up into the big brown eyes that stared back with lust, listening to him grunt, feeling you tease his pumping veins along his cock. 

 Eddie was already about to explode into euphoria just by watching you part your sensual, slickened lips and roll down his dick and engulf him in wet warmth. 

You pushed your hand down your body and teasingly squeezed your breast, leaving little red marks against your skin as you did. Your throat vibrated around him as you let out a low moan, toying and pinching your nipples. 

Eddie adored watching you suck him off. He loved the way your mouth worked against him, how you knew exactly what he needed, and how your lips grew to become swollen with his cum trickling down them. 

You took his whole length, feeling his pulsing tip hit the back of your throat as his dark brown pubic hair tickled your nose. You began bobbing your head up and down against his cock, mouth moving around him at a perfect pace. 

“Don't stop, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum!” Eddie muttered, tangling his fingers within your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks around him and rocked your head at a faster speed. That was enough to make him release the built-up tension burning in his stomach. “Mhmyfuckinggod!” Eddie moaned, tossing his head back against his pillows. 

His warm seed spilled out into your throat as his hips rapidly shook from after-shock. Your hand was pumping the base of his cock, getting out every last drop of his sweet tasing cum as you swallowed. 

Eddie slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and stared down at you with his adorable dilated eyes, his hand reaching down, gently tracing your wet, swollen lips with his thumb as you looked up at him with that innocent-looking gaze.

“Ride it, sweetheart.” 

 Your head bounced and did as you were told. You sat up and unbuttoned your pants, discarding your jeans and panties on the bed.

You crawled on top of him and positioned your knees on either side of his hips, placing your dripping cunt against his tip before slowly sitting down on it, feeling his cock push and fill you perfectly. 

You let out a breathy moan as you put your hands on his chest, fingers clenching onto the fabric of his hellfire tee as your hips began rolling. Your pussy rode his cock, building a faster pace with every upward stroke. 

Eddie watched you on top of him as you used him for your pleasure. Sweat dripped from his bangs that stuck to his forehead. His length hardened from the feel of your warm walls stretching around him. It was driving him wild. You looked like a fucking angel, an angel he was about to ruin. 

He gripped your waist and steadied himself before lifting his hips and roughly driving his cock into you, hitting the perfect spot as he continued pounding into your tight cunt. 

Your tits bounce up and down as you feel your body trembling, letting-out loud pornographic moans that fill the tiny trailer and the sounds of his small twin-size bed squeaking with each thrust as if it was about to break. 

Your powerful orgasm ripped through your contracting cunt, spilling your white milky cum down his length. 

The sensation was too perfect for Eddie to handle. His thrusting hips shook beneath you, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he spilled his warm seed inside you, filling you to the brim. 

Your body slumped over, his chest against yours while the two of you caught your breaths and rode through your highs. 

Cum slowly split down his length and dripped onto the mattress beneath the two of you, marking the bed with little stains.

You were sleepy and still a little dazed after your strong orgasm, and Eddie knew it, so he held your waist, rolled you over on your back, and delicately slid himself out of your warmth. He leaned down, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, bringing a soft smile to spread across your face. 

 “Let me get you a warm towel, princess.” 

Eddie quickly hopped off the mattress and stepped out of the room, coming back with a clean towel wet with warm water. He cleaned you up and gave you little kisses across your shoulders as he did before throwing the rag across the room and grabbing your waist, pulling you back into his arms. 

“You think your mom would let you stay with me the whole night?” 

“Definitely not, unless you want my mom and Dusty finding out.” 

Eddie paused, really taking a moment to think about it, before letting out a bummed-out sigh, “Yeah, that probably wouldn't be good…” 

You looked down at his hand that was holding your waist and fidgeted with the ring on his middle finger, “... I could make up an excuse that I was too tired to drive home and was staying at Robin’s for the night.” 

“Fuck yeah! We can cuddle all night, maybe smoke some weed, and watch movie before we fall asleep!” Eddie excitedly listed off the things as he smiled widely. 

You lifted and gave him a sweet kiss against his plump lips, sure enough, that you probably weren't gonna make it throughout the movie before falling asleep in his arms from how cozy they were. 

You slowly pulled away and shot him a little smile, “Sounds like a perfect night, Ed’s.” 

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It was 11:30 am when Dustin rode up to Eddie's trailer at the agreed-upon time. Dustin parked his bike beside the house just as he spotted his mother's car, parked in the driveway. 

His mouth fell open. He knew you took the car and didn't come home last night. 

 Suddenly, you were awakened by a loud pounding on the front door and Dustin shouting from behind it. “Eddie! I swear to God if my sister’s in there…” 

Your body shot up in bed, as did your boyfriend, and reached for the sheets, covering your nude body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie muttered, running up and across the room, throwing his shirt and boxers on as fast as possible. 

“Why the hell is Dustin here?” You asked, looking over at Eddie for answers. 

“I forgot your brother needed to pick up something.” 

Your hand palmed your face as you uttered profanity.

“Just… Try to be quiet. I’ll try to talk to Dustin.” 

You nodded, watching him run out of the room and disappear down the hall with a pair of jeans slung over his shoulder. 

You could hear the faint sound of Eddie tripping over his legs as he put on his jeans before the sound of his door opening.

 “Hhhhey bud…” 

Dustin stood there with hostility, anger written across his face. He was a concerned brother, and he needed some answers, “Where's my sister?” 

“Y/n? She's- She's not here right now, dude.”

“Eddie, that's my mother's car! She literally took it out last night.” 

“Yeah, I went to the movies and stayed with Robin for the night.” You answered, walking up behind Eddie, fully dressed with a D&D book fastened around your arms, “I wanted to do you a favor, so I picked up the book you're borrowing from Eddie.” 

You gave a small smile and stepped out beside Dustin, handing him the item as he looked at you with a confused expression. Eddie subtly sighed with relief that you were there to help. 

“So you stayed with Robin like… The whole night?”

“Yes, Dusty… Where else would I have been?” 

“I- I guess… Nevermind.” Dustin shook his head and glanced down at the book. 

“Well, thanks again for letting him have that.” You gave your appreciation to Eddie, who stood there, extremely impressed by how fast and believable you were. 

“Y-yeah, of course, at least that book will get some good use.” 

“Why don't you put your bike in the trunk, Dusty. I’ll drive you home.” You said, nudging your brother's shoulder, watching his head nod before running over and grabbing his bike. You turned around, noticing the smirk spread across Eddie's face. 

“See you around, munson.” You teasingly winked, stepping back to the car. 

Eddie put up the phone symbol with his fingers and mouthed, ‘Call me later, sweetheart.’ 

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I hear you knocking

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing, oral (female receiving), mentions of masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional, yours isn’t, use protection), coming inside, semi-public sex

Word Count: 5k

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Love of my Life Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie and you broke up months ago and still hurts like hell, but you know what hurts more? Seeing the love of your life in danger thanks to Vecna.

Note: Thank you so much for all the support the first part has received!!! You honestly are amazing. Sadly I can´t answer the comments but I'm so happy and thankful <3 Here´s part 2! Hope you like it too!

Based on the song “Love of my life” From Queen

Requested? No

Love of my Life pt. 1

“Eddie… Eddie are you there?... What´s… going… on?” Dustin was trying to communicate over the walkie-talkie, the signal was weak but it was understandable. Eddie had never reacted as fast as he did that time trying to grab the device. Those reactions were normal when the love of your life was in danger.

"Dustin! It's happening... Vecna has (y/n) in a trance... what do I do?!?" Eddie asked desperately while trying to hold back his tears, with one hand he was holding the device while with the other he had you leaning on his shoulder, your eyes rolling upwards.

"You have...Eddie...can you hear me?" Dustin was trying to find a better place to get more signal.

"Yes Dustin YES I DO HEAR YOU" Eddie couldn't waste any more time, remembering the same thing happened to Chrissy in a span of less than five minutes. He didn't know how much more you could be like this. Time was limited.

"Song...you have to play...her song...her favorite song...or some...that...she...likes" Dustin´s signal was getting worse than before, the signal couldn't pick a better time to get terrible.

"Okay, her favorite song or one that she likes...her favorite song or one that she...BUT I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO PLAY IT ON" Eddie shouted as you began to slowly float away from his arms. When the metal lover realized this, he let go of the walkie-talkie to hold you tightly in his arms, he already knew what happened after floating through the air. When Eddie tried to communicate again with the rest of the group he realized that the signal had been lost.

Meanwhile you were desperate, strange objects coming out of a pillar held your hands and legs while another one slowly approached to perch around your neck. The humanoid creature was getting closer and closer while you were losing mobility. When you tried to turn your head around you realized that there was nowhere to run, if Dustin's theories were correct then you were in a trance or a vision and it was impossible to get out. How do you get out of a vision?

"Keep... calm" said Vecna in front of you as it raised one of its long hands causing several floating debris to move and let it walk easily towards you.

"please... don't do this to me... I don't want to die" you said as you felt tears streaming down your face.

"shhh... I need you... you won't suffer anymore..." said the creature, the hand it had raised came to rest in front of you and with the movement of one of its fingers the object around your neck started to make itself smaller around your neck that not enough air was able to get inside your lungs.

Your vision began to blur, what was previously red around you now became darker with black sport, soon you would stop breathing if you did nothing, if you did not free yourself and escape. But what good would it do? You can't run forever.

Thoughts of how to survive were no longer running through your head, now there was only Eddie. How will he be? Will he cry for your departure?

'I hope he won't suffer too much for me' you thought.

Oh how you wanted to spend more time with him, to live more moments of laughter and kisses together, those moments where only the two of you existed and your life together was like a love story. Maybe he will survive Vecna´s attacks to grow up and find love again.

You closed your eyes as Vecna brought its hand close to your face, if this was going to be the end of your life then the last thing you planned to think about were those moments that made you truly happy, those that were worth remembering.

Love of my life, don´t leave me.

You´ve taken my love, and now desert me.

You opened your eyes suddenly, that was Eddie's voice but he was not with you, the only thing you could see between Vecna's hands were the eyes of the creature that owned the hand, in these you could see confusion as it also heard the voice of your ex-boyfriend. Behind Vecna you saw a small white flash, easy to distinguish among a wide range of reds.

Love of my life, can´t you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Don’t take it away from me

Because you don´t know

What it means to me.

There was no doubt, that was Eddie's voice singing one of your favorite songs, his soft voice brought you peace in your last moments. In the distance you could see the white flash getting bigger and bigger and in it you saw Eddie holding your hand tightly as your body floated slightly above the ground and it was slowly raising even higher. That's when an idea occurred to you. Maybe if you touched that flash you could escape. But how would you free yourself from Vecna?

While thousands of ideas were running through your mind, Eddie kept singing, causing the flash to get even bigger. This event distracted Vecna for a moment as he turned to look at the white light. Then, thanks to desperation and adrenaline, you pulled your hand towards you taking advantage of Vecna's distraction, released your hand from the thing holding it, with agility you grabbed the side of Vecna's neck and then pulled hard to tore a piece of it off.

Maybe because of the pain or maybe because of the surprise, Vecna fell to the ground causing the things that held you to the pillar to let go of you causing you to fall too. Without any doubt you started to run towards the flash, at last you had found a way out, now you only needed to reach it.

When i grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you

How I still love you.

Eddie's voice grew louder and louder as you got closer to the flash. The only thing you could concentrate on was escaping until some noises above you distracted you. The floating debris were now falling slowly but still causing damage as it crashed to the ground. One of these debris managed to fall so close to you that it caused you to lose your balance for a few moments and fell.

Without losing a second you got up again, the image of Eddie holding both of your hands became clearer and clearer in front of you, you could see tears falling on his face while he sang to you, his voice was breaking but without hesitation Eddie continued singing.

Back, hurry back

Please, bring it back home to me.

It seemed as if he knew you were getting closer and closer to the image surrounded by shimmering white. Eddie wasn't just singing you a Queen song that had come out years ago. Without knowing, he was opening a door to escape from Vecna as he begged you to come back. Your vision blurred with every step you took, tears gathered in your eyes as you reached out to touch the sparkle.

Because you don´t know

What it means to me.

Love of my life

One of your hands reached out to touch the image of Eddie, you were so close that you could feel a familiar warmth emanating from the glowing image giving you motivation to run faster, and as you stood in front of the image of Eddie holding your hands you didn't hesitate for a second to touch the vision.

Love of my life.

Everything was dark, it was hard to open your eyes so you took your time to feel around you. You were lying on something warm and firm, you could recognize two arms around you and something wet falling on your cheek. When you finally opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Eddie's red face, tears were streaming from his beautiful brown eyes. You had never been so happy to find yourself in his arms as you were at that moment. Eddie, seeing that you had woken up, closed his eyes again letting a couple more tears flow and brought his face close to yours so he could rest his forehead against yours.

"Eddie..." you whispered, one of your hands slowly reaching up to touch his face and wipe away a tear that was on his chin. "...You...you...saved me Eddie."

"You don't know the fear I just went through princess..." Eddie replied with a whisper. "I thought...I thought I was going to lose you...please don't do that again… don´t leave me..."

"You saved me from Vecna Eddie" you said as your eyes filled with tears. Eddie's arms held you tighter as if he was trying convince himself that you were back. That you were safe between his arms.

"I'm so sorry... you don't know how much I love you (y/n)..." sobbed Eddie.

"I love you too Eddie. Please don't ever let me go" You replied while hugging him as best you could.

For you it was impossible to stop loving him.

After all, he was the love of your life.

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Damn, this is a bit shorter than the first part but as soon as I started writing this I couldn´t stop and for a moment I was afraid Tumblr wouldn't let me post it thanks to the limited amount of characters.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language so I keep trying to write well in English.

again thanks for the support and hope you like this second and last part! love you all <3

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➵ Calum Hood x fem!reader

➵ summary: Calum and Y/n are smitten for each other, but when Calum fails to take it further, you get a boyfriend. When Calum gets 17 missed calls from Luke, your big brother, on a random night, nothing could have prepared him for the broken girl he came face to face with.

➵ word count: 1.5k

➵ tw: abuse, mentions of bruises and cuts, cursing, really heavy stuff.

➵ a/n: hi! honestly idk what inspired this, but it’s real sad. If abuse triggers you, please do not read any further. If you’re being abused or were abused, I understand how scary it is to speak up, trust me. But please, I am begging you to confide in somebody. I know how much it hurts, and how terrifying it is, but there are people willing to help. You are loved, you are worthy, you have a place on this earth, YOU ARE IMPORTANT. and if no one’s told you today, I love you.

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“Where is she?” Calum breathed out as he leaned against Luke’s door frame.

His best friend sighed and rested his shoulder close to where Calum’s hand was positioned, not opening the door any further to let him in.

“Maybe if you had answered your phone sooner, you’d know.”

Calum ripped his hand away from the frame.

What the fuck?

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a year of almost (c.t.h)

a/n: okay, hi! it’s been a whileeee. i’m so sorry for my lack of posting but i wanted to start the new year off right because i so badly want to get back into posting regularly. i missed writing so much i’ve just been busy up to my ears and haven’t had the motivation to sit down and write. so this is a lil new years calum piece with one of my favorite tropes to read - five times he wanted to kiss u and the one time he did. so many other writers have done this so well and i wanted to try my hand at it. i’ve gotten so many supportive messages and so many ideas since i’ve stopped writing and i wanted to say thank you to everyone who messaged me, i love u all to the moon & back! so here is “a year of almost”  (unedited) be gentle with me please, i haven’t written in a while :) i appreciate all comments and criticisms, i hope you enjoy - emmy <333

pairing: calum hood x fem!reader

summary: calum can pinpoint five times over the past year when he wanted more than anything to kiss you and of course there was the time he did.

warning(s): cursing, minor injury (mention of blood), slight sexual referencing, alcohol, smoking, weed, very slight angst, pining, slight arguing

word count: 9k

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“You don’t realize how long a year is until you spend a year without something.” - anon

December 31st

“We are counting down here in Times Square and there are just three hours till the New Year!”

Ryan Seacrest’s voice sounded across the busy bar and Calum was on his fourth beer of the night. Luke and Michael sat across from him in the worn leather booth and laughed about some interaction they had seen on their walk to the bar earlier in the night. Calum took a breath as he brought his pint up to his mouth and the thick scent of sweat and champagne filled his nose.

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all too well

Summary: Jake and reader have a blow up fight and reader starts to piece together the red flags of their relationship.

Warnings: cursing, angst, DESCRIPTIONS OF GASLIGHTING/ MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE, failing relationship, breakup, undefined legal age gap

Word Count: 1867

A/N: Based on this post from @edgeofcaravel. I am not writing this based on a personal relationship with or knowledge about Jake. I love Taylor and her music and I have always loved this song and this album. Stream Taylor's Version here! Watch the short film here!

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The air in the kitchen was dry and heavy after everyone went home. You washed the dishes in silence, trying to stop the impending wetness in your eyes from spilling out into the soapy water below. Jake noisily put the dishes you dried away in a sad attempt to open up a conversation, but you just wanted to go to bed. After what felt like hours of silence, Jake spoke up.

"What's got you so upset?"

His voice seemed louder than it was. You tried to focus on the feeling of the wet glass instead of his accusatory tone as you responded.

"I'm not upset. I'm just really tired."

"Bullshit." He muttered.

Another beat of silence passed as the frustration started to boil up in your stomach.

"Excuse me?" Your words were heavy, but your heart was broken.

"I mean, I just thought we were having a great time tonight. I figured that your silence was just because you're tired, but now I get the feeling I did something wrong."

"We did have a good time tonight." You scrubbed away at the plate in your hand and avoided Jake's gaze.

"Well then why didn't you act like it? The boys were so nice to you. Why are you so mad right now?" You took a deep breath and placed the plate to the side to be dried off in a moment.

"I just-" You paused, trying to suppress the tears in your eyes once more. "I feel like you were ashamed of me in front of Danny and your brothers. That hurt me, Jake." He scoffed and dropped his hands in defeat.

"What are you even talking about?"

"You barely even talked to me, Jake. You shied away from my touch all night and you didn't even start talking to me until just now."

"What do you mean? I was with you all night." You shut the water off and spun around.

If looks could kill, Jake would have been dead. He wore a look of phony concern that was burned into your brain. He always did this.

"I mean that I'm your girlfriend, Jake, not some stranger on the street. You were next to me, and I get that you were excited to see your brothers again, but you didn't hug me back and-"

He scoffed again and muttered a quick "Here we go again." as you continued to lay into him. You were so tired of this cycle.

"And you refused to hold my hand. Or kiss me. Or include me in conversation. Or acknowledge me at all."

"Come on, baby." The pet name seemed like a taunt now as he moved towards the cabinets nonchalantly. "Are you really upset over a hug and a kiss? Come here. I'll give you one right now."

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"I'm just trying to make sense of what you mean. You're accusing me of shit I didn't even notice." He sighed. "I'm sorry that you didn't enjoy yourself. I won't ask you to come see the boys again. There, problem solved."

Jake was usually able to smooth things over that way before, but it wasn't working this time. You knew better. This time you weren't crazy. Another moment of silence passed as you toyed with the idea of passing further in your head. You finished the last of the dishes and let out a long, deep, tired sigh.

"Maybe if you treated me like the girl you say you love, we wouldn't be having this discussion right now."

"Oh my god, here you go again. The issue has been resolved, Y/N, drop it. You didn't have a good time, I offered to make it up to you, you declined, and then we came up with a solution."

"No. You came up with a solution. Do you understand how awkward that was for me? Your brothers don't know me and they're all several years older than me. I could have used some help jumping in on conversation, Jake. You know how I get with new people."

"You don't think I know how you are?" He poked.

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"You don't think I love you?"

The silence was deafening as you wiped your eyes. Why would he even imply that? Of course he loved you, maybe you were just growing out of him.

"I don't know, Jake." Your voice was barely above a whisper and the look on his face was stoic.

"Wow. I don't even know what to say right now."

"Jake-"

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Y/N. I let you crash here whenever you want because I love you. I bring you along to have a fun time with me like I did tonight because I love you. I come see you at work because I love you. I tolerate this immature bullshit you pull every other week because I love you."

The tears were dripping from your eyes now. Your age gap was a soft spot for you and he knew it. Every single time an older girl looked at him, you were uncomfortable. Sitting back and watching him have drinks in public, as trivial as it was, was a constant reminder of your differences. He was a grown man and you were still barely finding your footing as a woman.

"That's not fair."

"Why not?"

"I can't control my age." Your voice was uneven and loud. You were angry. "If you didn't want to be with me because my age or maturity or whatever the fuck you just called it was too much for you, you shouldn't have asked me out three months ago."

"You're fucking crazy."

"Maybe I am. But you hurt me and embarrassed me tonight, Jake. Can you please, please just acknowledge that?" You were begging him as he took a step closer.

"I'm sorry." He deadpanned.

"Jake." You warned. It was a lie and he knew it.

"I'm sorry."

This time he sounded more human. It would have felt like real, genuine sympathy if you hadn't done this with him a million times before.

"That's not going to cut it this time."

Your eyes drifted to the picture of the two of you sitting on his countertop. What happened to that couple? What went sideways along the course of your relationship that made you turn out this way? You missed the innocence of the beginning of it all.

"Okay, so then we're back at square one, baby." Jake reached out to stroke your cheek, but you pushed his hand away.

"Don't."

"I thought that's what you wanted. I'm just trying to give you what you want."

You let him touch you out of spite. This kitchen was once the dance floor for midnight karaoke sessions. You used to cook together and enjoy your creations over the stove. Jake used to kiss you like you would disappear in this kitchen. His presence used to be so familiar, so comforting, so safe. That was all foreign to you now.

You fought so hard to maintain your composure and ignore his mind twisting tactics because you loved him. Those days were over. Every single instance of him brushing off your needs for his rushed to the front of your mind. The time he missed your birthday date because he "overslept", the time he swore he had no recollection of comparing you to his ex, the time he made you cry because you were nervous about meeting his family, all of it was painfully clear.

Just as you were about to speak, though, another flood of memories mingled with the worst parts. You thought about the road trip to took to his favorite camping spot a couple months ago, the picnics in the park, the way he made your drinks exactly how you liked, and the jokes he'd tell your siblings whenever he had the chance. Your breath caught in your throat and your heart almost swelled with love, but the truth was holding you back. You knew what you had to do.

"I'm leaving." Your tone was cold.

A sound of annoyance and a look of disbelief came from Jake as he almost challenged you with his eyes. You scanned his features, wiped your final tears, and shook your head.

"You don't even give a shit, Jake."

"I'm not the one walking out Y/N." He called after you as you started towards his bedroom.

You made a beeline for the drawers where you kept some spare clothes and listened to his footsteps coming down the hall. He stood in the doorway and watched you pack your things.

"Of course you would fucking do this. We had one bad night! We can fix this."

You ignored him and continued to grab the last of your things. His voice in your ears was a sound you would miss. The reality of it all was slowly sinking in as you glanced towards the bed. You always had a place there. Lazy mornings and late nights with Jake would be a thing of the past once you walked out the door. His sweet talk and kisses would never be shared with you again. You paused to question whether or not you were doing the right thing. Maybe this was all a big over-exaggeration and it would blow over in the morning like every other fight.

"Maybe you just don't love me anymore."

A new round of tears pricked at your eyes as you made your way towards Jake. You lazily blinked at him and took a deep breath.

"You don't get to say that. All I ever did was love you!" You spat the final words and made your way towards the living room.

Just as you were about to touch the front door, filled to the brim with emotions and exhaustion, Jake spoke one more time.

"Ronnie still has your scarf. You'll have to come back and get it eventually."

"You can keep it."

The scene in front of you almost made you fall to your knees on the rug. You were trying to hold yourself together, crying, frustrated, and fighting to make things work but Jake was still stoic, apathetic, and distant. That was how it's always been.

"I don't want it anymore, Jake."

You opened the front door and stepped out into the fresh Michigan snow. You walked to your car, threw your clothes in the back, and started the engine. The tears came without hesitation now and you smacked the steering wheel. After a few moments of sitting in his driveway, you put the car in reverse and sped off. You drove in silence as you thought about how you once took the time to memorize the road to Jake's house. You were finally getting to the point where you could get there without your GPS.

It felt like it took hours to get back to your apartment, but the comfort of your bed was exactly what you needed. The silence was comforting once Jake stopped trying to call you. You put your clothes in the laundry basket, turned off the lights, and allowed yourself to be sucked into a restful sleep.

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