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catherinnn · 4 months

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This kinda inspired by one of your enemies to lovers stories where eddie says “you wouldn’t be able to handle me” but reader instead says “oh yeah i couldn’t handle the two-centimeter-pussy-defeater bc id because i would be too busy laughing my ass off at your angry half inch.”

Sorry i have been holding that one in for quite some time 😤

Beg for it

enemies to lovers - one bed trope - eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT +18, piv, oral ( f & m), choking, degradation, unprotected sex (don't do this, this is fiction), porn with plot, fluffy at the end.

a/n: thank you for requesting babe, hope you love it!

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“Game night at my place, the whole group will be there” Steve announces after greeting you. You went to visit him and Robin since you were already near the place. Also, maybe you could find a movie to watch tonight.

“Ugh, really? They all said yes already?” you ask.

“If you’re expecting me to say that Munson hasn’t, then I have bad news” he confirms.

“Fuck”

“You’re not even trying to be friends at this point” he complains.

“It’s impossible with him being so mean all the time” you tried to defend yourself but Robin was quick to refute your statement.

“You sure are mean to him as well, don’t act so innocent”

“Well, he started it! I didn’t even know him and he started with the jokes and asshole comments” you weren’t lying.

You were new in town, and new at the summer job your dad had found for you. He wanted you to already have some experience at working so you could make a better curriculum later. There was were you met Nancy and instantly became good friends. So much so that she had introduced you to her friend group she has had for years already. Steve, Nance, Jonathan, Robin and Eddie. The former four had been sweethearts to you since you first met them, easily becoming good friends as well. The problem was with the latter. The night Nancy had introduced you to everyone, he started being a little distant and cold towards you. You tried not to feel offended since he could just be shy or introverted, but then he started throwing snide comments and sarcastic mocking your way. You were not going to sit there and take that, so you equally threw cutting remarks at him.

That’s how the current war with him started. And that’s why your friends keep insisting with this forced proximity, so we could all be a happy family.

But it was useless, you and Eddie do agree on that.

The game night arrived that Friday. You were at the Harrington household with several board games awaiting on the table. Battleship, Clue, Guess Who, Monopoly, Scrabble, you name it.

“We wanted to make different groups and play all of these, then see which team is the best” Robin explains. “Steve and me will be team one” she says as she writes that in the whiteboard. They really went all out, since we could all be pretty competitive.

“Group two!” Jonathan exclaims quickly grabbing Nancy’s hand.

“Wait… no, definitely not” You start complaining after realizing that would mean you’re stuck with Eddie.

“No way! I’m not teaming up with her, she’ll make us lose at everything” he complains as well.

“I will? I think the actual loser here it’s you”

“Oh, am I now-?” The metal-head starts responding when Steve steps in, cutting him off.

“Okay! Stop yelling, we’re not even playing yet! The teams have been chosen, try and be faster next time”

“We’ll start with Guess Who” Robin announces.

As the game progressed, the bickering continued.

"Does your person have brown hair?" Eddie asks Nancy and Jonathan, who nod.

You reach over to flip down the characters with blond or red hair "See, this is why we should’ve picked someone with a hat, it's less obvious"

Eddie rolled his eyes "Oh, please. Like your guess was any better. We’re losing here!” Eddie complains.

"Only if you keep making terrible guesses" you shoot back.

"Does your person have a hat?" you ask the other team.

"No"

"Still think the hat was a good idea?" Eddie raised an eyebrow at you.

"It was strategic" you huff, flipping down the characters with hats.

After playing most of the board games you had, you were tied with the second group, Steve and Robin had already lost.

“Last but not least, to decide the winner of this evening, I present… battleship” Robin announces once more.

"You sure you can keep up with this game? It requires more than just a pretty face" Eddie asks you.

"Don’t worry, I have enough brains to make up for your lack of them" you respond.

“Quit it, start playing” Steve orders.

"Let's just get this over with" you roll your eyes.

They set up the Battleship boards, each team carefully arranging their ships. Eddie and you hunched over the board, whispering fiercely.

"Put the battleship here" he insist, pointing to the top left corner.

"No, it’s too obvious. Let’s hide it in the middle"

"Fine, but when they hit it right away don’t blame me" he groans.

As the game progressed, your bickering intensified.

"B6" Jonathan called out.

You glance at the board and softly nod your head "Hit"

Eddie leans closer, his voice a teasing whisper, "I told you the corner was better"

"Just focus"

When it was your turn, Eddie called out "G4"

Nancy checks their board, "Miss"

You smirk "Looks like your guess wasn’t so great either"

Eddie rolls his eyes "Just wait"

A few rounds later, it was your turn again.

"E5" Eddie calls out.

"Miss" Nancy announces.

"I told you they wouldn’t put it there" you huff.

"Like you’ve done any better"

"How about C3?" you roll your eyes.

"Fine, C3" Eddie sighs.

"Hit" Jonathan says between his teeth.

"See? I told you" you smirk.

"Don’t get cocky, princess"

The tension built as the game neared its end, each team with only one ship left.

"Last shot, let's go with G3" Eddie says

You nod.

"You sunk our battleship" Jonathan confirms after a long sigh.

“YES!”

“COME ONN” both you and Eddie shout in excitement and before even thinking about it you hug tightly.

Robin and Steve watch the scene with wide eyes and smirks on their faces.

And the second your bodies touch each other you realize what you’re actually doing. The hug only lasts few seconds before you both back away awkwardly.

“See? You actually do make a pretty good team” Robin comments.

“Only because I took the last shot” Eddie says.

“Oh please, if it were up to you we’d still be guessing corners” you reply.

"And if it were up to you, we'd be stuck in the middle forever”

Your friends roll their eyes as the bickering continued. And as you act indifferent, you try not think about how you had to stand on the tip of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, or how soft his hair had felt touching your skin.

His frizzy and chaotic hair. But so curly and soft.

Couple of weeks after that night had passed, you hung out with the guys almost every weekend. You favorite nights were the ones Eddie was busy and couldn’t make it. Like tonight.

“Pass the salt, please” Nancy asks Robin. You all went out to have dinner together. Not all actually, Jonathan was too busy as well, him you did miss.

“It’s like we’re having a girl’s night!” you say excitedly and both girls laugh as well.

“No, you’re not about to count me in as a girl” He complains.

“Oh please, you have better hair than me!” Robin comments and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m just teasing, jeez! Someone has their panties in a twist!” you joke.

“Are you on your period or something?” Nancy joins in sarcastically.

“Alright, not even funny” Steve interrupts. “Let's focus. I think we should keep planning the trip, even though we’re not all here tonight”

“Don’t even mention it. I miss Jonathan so much, he’s been so busy lately. I think he really needs a break” Nancy complains and Robin agrees with her.

“I know, it’s really noticeable when Eddie’s not here either”

“Oh yeah, he’s the one I miss. His irritating voice and loud comments. His annoying essence it’s what’s missing here!” you joke but they don’t find it funny.

“We’ve been through this, you’re gonna have to learn to like each other”

“Sure sure, so… the trip?” you change the topic acting foolish.

“Yeah, I liked the hiking option. We always go to the lake every summer, we should change it up” Nancy votes. You’ve never went to any lake with them since this is the first year you’re joining them. But they had told some stories about this hidden lake they usually go to in summer.

“I think so too, plus we should do something different since we have a new integrant” Steve comments smiling at you. Robin and you also agree to go with that option.

The guys make sure of telling the rest everything you have agreed on that night. You’ve settled on where to go hiking and the cabin that would be waiting for you at night.

A few weeks later you're all set to go.

The trip to get there was...

Steve and Jonathan took turns driving. "You must be a really shitty driver if no one here trusts you behind the wheel" you notice and tell Eddie.

"I'm not a bad driver, princess. Maybe we could go for a drive sometime and you could judge for yourself! We'll call it a date" Eddie teases you the way he knows will shut you up, it always worked. As soon as he started flirting with you, it was like you got shy all of the sudden. Replying with some nonsense that would make Eddie laugh harder because he knew he had won.

"I'd rather get eaten by a shark" you respond ignoring the nervousness that ran through your body.

"Alright, we still have a few hours ahead of us, and I'm not gonna make them with you two bickering the whole way there. So calm down" Steve —or actually, mom Steve— told you off.

Once you got to the cabin, you parked the car, settled everything down, ate something and got ready for today's hiking exercise.

Eddie was never a big fan of sports, so he knew that after an hour or so of hiking —no matter how slow they were walking or how much water he was drinking— he would just start to stay a little behind. Not a lot, but definitely the last on the row.

Also, he started to get bored. Eddie was chatting with Jonathan, but he started to take pictures of every little plant or flower he saw, and the higher you got, the more pictures of the view he wanted to take.

So Eddie started to walk in silence, taking notice of other little things, like the fact that you and Steve look pretty close and pretty giggly with each other since you started hiking. But not only that, obviously, it's not like he's jealous or anything. For him to be jealous he would have to like you in the first place, and there was no way Eddie wants you.

You're the obvious person to like; everyone in Hawkins is already smitten with you. Every guy has a crush on you because you're undeniably beautiful. He knew from the first moment he saw you that you'd never go for a guy like him. So, to keep himself from showing any sign that he wanted you, he did the opposite —he started to hate you.

So he is definitely not jealous. He was only noticing that like he noticed the colourful rocks that he walked by, or the clouds in the sky, or the way those shorts hug your body so nicely.

But he keeps hearing your laughter every ten seconds. Was Steve really being that funny, or you were acting all giggly for him? Did you like Steve? It certainly seems like you do.

You, however, were having so much fun. In the middle of a funny story Steve was telling you about some guy who tried to flirt with Robin at work and the look on her face not knowing how to tell him she didn’t like him —or well, any men for that matter.

The forest path was rugged, but you welcomed the challenge at first, feeling the cool morning air on your skin. However, after a while, your legs began to protest, your breath came in shorter gasps. It was hard to keep up with Steve. Swimmer and football player Steve. So you had to slow down a little, now walking alongside Eddie.

“What’s the matter, princess? Can’t keep up?” he teases with a mocking tone.

“You literally got behind sooner than me” you answer, shaking your head. “If anyone’s slow here, it’s you”

“But it looks like we're both walking together now, so who's really winning?” Eddie chuckles, unfazed by your sharp reply as his eyes twinkle with amusement.

You decide to ignore him. How foolish of you to think that he would accept that silence.

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve? You looked pretty cozy back there. You’re not very subtle, you know”

“There’s no deal with Steve, we were just talking” you roll your eyes, irritation flaring up.

"Right, just talking" he says, his tone dripping with scepticism. "You’re so obvious, it's almost painful to watch"

“Why don’t you stop jumping to conclusions and mind your own business”

“Ohh, is the princess mad at me now? I’m so scared!” he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re impossible” you say almost to yourself.

You kept walking for a few more hours, taking occasional breaks to catch your breath and sip some water. The trail seemed endless, but the beauty of the forest made it worth the effort.

As you trudged along, you noticed the sky darkening. Grey clouds, rolling in with alarming speed. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves more aggressively.

A man in uniform hurrying down the trail called you out. "Hey, you guys need to find shelter! A big storm is coming in fast. There's no way you'll make it back down in time"

Panic start to appear in all of your eyes.

“Wait? Seriously?” Nancy asks.

“Yes! There’s a motel that’s a few minutes away, to your left” the guy informs you. “I don’t know how much room they have left, cause I’ve been sending some people there already. But you should go now”

Finally after quickening your pace, you spot the outline of a motel nestled among the trees. You hurry towards it. As you approach, you see the motel was old but resistant.

You reach the door and push it open, stumbling inside just as the storm unleashed its full fury. Inside, it was dim and musty, but at least it was dry.

“Hello, uh, we need room for six, please” Nancy is the first one to get to the register and talk to the old woman who was reading a newspaper as if she hadn’t heard you coming in.

“$70 the night” she answers without even looking up at you.

“Uhh… okay, we’ll take it” Nancy says and as you all reach for you wallets, the woman gives you three keys.

“There’s only three rooms left, two with queen beds and one with two separate single beds” she speaks again, as slowly as she can apparently.

“SEPARATE BED” Robin shouts fast.

“ME TOO” Steve is quickly to join her on calling dibs for that room. Not wanting to share a bed.

“Wait! No!” you complain. “Why would you get it just cause you screamed?”

“We called dibs, sorry sweetie” Robin explains.

“But that’s not fair, we should have discussed it!” Eddie joins in.

“Too late” Steve says handing the money to the woman and taking the key of their room.

“Come on guys, maybe they have a couch” Jonathan tries to make you feel better as he also pays and picks a key to their room.

“Are you actually making us share a bed?!” you ask them offended.

“Maybe it’ll help you become friends!” Robin tells you.

After paying and grabbing that stupid key, you all go to your rooms. As you walk in you notice that, in fact, there is no couch.

“Fuck” Eddie complains once again. “I’ll take the floor, let’s just find some blankets that I can sleep on”

And you turn that room upside down trying to find some. But the only blanket in the room is the –only– one on the bed.

“There’s nothing here!” you sit on the bed admitting defeat. “We’re both gonna have to sleep on the bed. I’m gonna freeze without a blanket and you can’t sleep on the bare floor, you’d freeze too”

“If you wanted to sleep with me, you could’ve just said so” Eddie jokes.

“Not now, Munson! Really not in the mood!”

After each getting ready for bed, you start building a wall of pillows in the middle. Separating his part of the bed from yours.

“I bet you wouldn’t make Steve have a wall of pillows” he mumbles, but you’re able to hear him nonetheless.

“Did you not listen when I said not now?!”

“See, that’s the problem with you. You think you can just walk in here acting like you own the fucking place. Newsflash, princess, not everyone is going to fall at your feet following your little orders!” Eddie gets mad for real this time, but so are you.

“I’m so sorry for trying to make this less uncomfortable! Actually, if you want I’ll even cuddle you while we sleep!”

“Shut up” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“No really, we should even make out before sleeping while we’re at it! Maybe that’ll prove to you that I don’t fucking like Steve”

“Yeah, you wish” Eddie comments.

“Actually, I think you wish. Giving that you’re always trying to flirt with me when we argue and giving how jealous you seem to be about Steve” you notice.

“I’m not fucking jealous. And you’re the one suggesting to fucking make out!”

“See, I think you do want to. You’re just too much of a pussy to even admit it” you whisper close to his face.

“Oh my God, princess!” Eddie starts laughing arrogantly. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle me”

“Oh yeah, you’re right! I could not handle your two centimetres because I would be too busy laughing my ass off at your angry half inch” you respond at his face.

But he doesn’t say anything back. He just looks at you. His jaw clenching, eyes darkening, breath heaving.

Before you can react, he closes the distance in one swift, aggressive movement. Gripping your arms tightly, he kissed you fiercely and angrily, his lips bruising against yours, as if trying to channel all the pent-up emotions into that kiss.

To say that you're shocked would be an understatement. But you did kiss him back. How could you not? With all the ardor and sentiment that he was putting into that kiss?

That fucking kiss.

After he felt your lips moving along with his in a dance, he let all the anger go. The kiss became passionate and intense instead of angry. Like you were finally letting go. Stopped overthinking and finally giving in.

You didn't need to talk. You didn't want to. Instead, you put one hand on his haw and the other on his hair, feeling it in between your fingers, bringing him even closer.

He sighs, holding a grunt as he feels you play with his hair. His hands move lower to your hips, feeling the upper part of your body in the process.

A fight for dominance is held up between you two. He bites your lip harshly, and you let out a little gasp that allows him to win. He's playing dirty. You're not surprised.

He starts to push you down slowly, so you're lying on the bed with him on top of you.

Your hands travel lower as well as you feel his back. You wonder if he has any tattoos there as well.

He dares to leave your lips alone as he lowers his kisses to your jaw and then your neck. He kisses and bites and licks all over your neck. You can bet that he is leaving marks as purple as a grape.

It turns you both on even more.

Eddie feels like he's flying. He's even touching the clouds. Marking you all up is only an image that haunts him in his fantasies. Like when he can't sleep, or is in the shower, or after fighting with you all evening and you're looking so beautiful and you're being such a brat. That's when he imagines leaving you all bruised out. But he's actually doing it right now, and he's going feral.

You start to feel like you're too dressed. His hands go under your shirt, and he starts to pull it up. You pull your arms up as well so he can take it off. His kisses keep traveling lower on your body. Your chest, your shoulders, the top of your breasts. He stops there. Making out with one of your nipples over the lace of your bra while pinching the other. You start moaning, your hips move searching friction on your core, and he lowers his hips so you can start dry humping him.

You feel his smirk against your sensitive skin as well as his hard on against your centre. Mocking your desperation. You're not surprised.

He moves up, meeting face to face once again. "So desperate for me, aren't you princess?" he whispers so closely to you face you can feel his lips moving and his evil smile too.

He watches you breath hard and your legs trying to close searching for that friction in between once more.

"Ask me nicely and I'll take care of you" he proposes and you roll your eyes.

You can't. You won't.

"Beg for it, princess" he tries again. "Let me hear you"

You shake your head. You're playing difficult, but Eddie likes a challenge.

"No? You're not gonna beg for me? Alright princess, you know what I'm gonna do?" he pauses to think. "I'm gonna make you cum so fast on my tongue you'll be embarrassed, and then you'll know how much of a desperate slut you can be for me"

You want to laugh and tell him off, but you are so intrigued by his confidence at the same time. You settle for a defiant look thrown at him, he catches it and smirks again. Something tells you you'll be seeing that smirk quite a lot tonight.

He unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, he squeezes your tits and caresses your nipples making a mental note to keep playing with them later. His hands travel down to your pants which are the next item being thrown away inside the room.

He takes a second to admire the view of you only on those white panties and he feels his cock jump. He proceeds to take your underwear off too, but this item is put inside his back pocket.

He puts your legs over his shoulders and lowers to be closer to your pussy. He bites his lip admiring how fucking pretty and perfect it looks. He wastes no more time and dives in.

He licks it and kisses it and sucks on it drunk on your taste. He fucking makes out with your clit and has you meowing and arching back like a damn cat.

His hands grab your thighs so hard he's probably leaving marks there too. He sighs and hums and laughs against your pussy hearing your pretty moans.

He looks up at you as you look down at him and you both feel like you could just cum at the sight alone. Your cheeks blushed, eyes watery, hair a mess, lips swollen and little moans are still coming out of them. He looks up at you while still sucking on your clit so fucking good. His eyes are covered by his bangs so you reach to move them to the side. His puppy eyes look straight at you, his hair is also a mess, and his hands are gripping you with so much force his skin as well as yours becomes whiter. And his rings feel cold and addictive against you.

You try to fight your orgasm but looking at him makes it impossible. It hits all throughout your body so good that you cry out his name as you pull on his hair.

As you catch your breath, he sits up and washes all your wetness off his face with the back of his hand, all that with a big smirk on so proud of himself.

"Still doubting me?"

You grunt, annoyed, and bring him closer. You pull his shirt over his head and take a second to admire his bare chest and arms covered in tattoos. You unbutton and unzip his pants. He's just watching you act so desperate for him to undress, enjoying every second of it like the cocky motherfucker he can be.

"Need help?" he whispers on your ear, and you nod with a pout. He stands up and takes his pants of slowly.

"These too?" he asks, signalling his boxers. You nod as you feel even hotter paying attention to the big tent he has on them.

He puts them down too, standing up proudly as you look at his big cock. "Half inch you said?" he teases you, and you look up at him as if telling him to shut the fuck up.

You sit up facing his dick. You grab it gently as you keep looking at it. How is it so... pretty? How the fuck does Eddie manages to be pretty everywhere. Even what you thought could not be pretty. He manages to make it look beautiful.

A mischievous thought crosses your mind. And you start leaving some kisses on the tip. Even a lick here and there.

He gasps unexpectedly. You put the tip in your mouth, moving your tongue around it. He lets out a little moan. You look up at him, he's already looking at you. And you proceed to slowly put all of it in your mouth while maintaining eye contact. His tip touches your throat, and you have to fight a gag. You still have a full fist grabbing the rest that didn't fit your mouth. He moans again at your little show. You close your eyes and start moving your head up and down. Eddie moans louder this time, and hands stop your movements.

"As much as I enjoy this, princess, and I really fucking am" he lets you know. "I want to cum once I'm inside of your perfect little pussy, can I?"

You take him out of your mouth with a 'pop' at the end and look at him defiantly once again. "Beg for it" you challenge him feeling proud of yourself.

He laughs. "Are you seriously telling me to beg for it while you're still practically on your knees for me?"

You won't let him win this one, so you lay back again resting on your elbows. "Beg for it"

He takes a big breath in ogling over all of your body on display for him and only him. He'll let you win this one because his dick is throbbing at the sight before him.

His hands travel up your legs and your hips to your waist. "Please, princess" he says once his face is closer to yours.

"Please, let me fuck you so good" he starts humping his dick against your pussy which makes you both gasp.

"Please, please, please" he kisses your cheek to sugar-coat you.

"Eddieee" you move your pelvis up and down against him. "Do it, put it in"

And he wastes no time to do so. Pushing his tip inside and you both gasp. He bites his lip and thrusts to enter you completely.

"Oh, fuck" your head is thrown back and you lay back down. He feels so big and so fucking good in you.

"Mhh, fuck princess" he lowers his body to be chest to chest with you. "You feel so good baby, so tight around me"

You have to bite your tongue to stop you from moaning his name, you can't keep inflating his ego.

"Don't get all quiet now. You're always talking and the one time I wanna hear you..." he teases you.

"Earn it" you manage to get out. It's ironic how your lips are almost bleeding from how hard you're biting on them to stop you from moaning as hard as you want to, but you still tell him to fuck you better.

Eddie knows what you're doing, but he likes playing with you too. So he accepts the challenge.

He gets up on his knees against the bed and takes your legs to pull you closer to him. You instantly wrap them around his hips. He wraps a hand around your throat and he looks like he's about to say something, but instead, he enters you again. A moan escapes from your mouth instantly, and you see his big smirk back.

He starts a hard and fast pace with his thrusts as you hear his sighs against your ear. You can't help the whines and moans that escape you now. Your hands go to his back scratching him, and pulling at his hair, but it only makes him moan harder.

He lowers his head to your breasts once again and keeps kissing them as he fucks you. You arch back again, because you can feel him everywhere. And he feels so so good.

He feels you clench around his dick and he thinks he could just cum right now. So he starts playing with your clit with his fingers.

"Eddiee... 'm so closee" you whine pulling him somehow even closer.

"Yeah? You are?" you nod desperately. "Beg for it" he whispers and smirks right after saying it.

You roll your eyes but it doesn't take much to convince you this time.

"Please, Eddie," he was about to tell you that you can do better, but beat him to it. "Please baby, you feel so good inside of me, so big. Eddie, please"

Eddie has to stop himself from cuming -which he almost does. "Cum for me, baby"

And you do. Your orgasm hits even harder than the first one. You gasp and whine without even thinking about it.

Few seconds after that, Eddie can't take it anymore. He feels you clench even harder while you cum and it becomes too much. So he lets go too while moaning your name against your skin.

You take a few seconds to catch your breaths when you feel Eddie pull out —and after admiring how his cum drips out of your pussy— he gets up, puts on his boxers and goes to the bathroom, only to come back with a wet towel to clean you up. To say he surprised you again was an understatement. Who would have thought he would be so careful?

After you go to the bathroom as well —with wobbly legs Eddie smirks about— and change into some comfy clothes, you both lay down. No wall pillow this time. And are quick to fall asleep after all the exercise you did today.

The next morning wasn’t so sweet. Loud knocking on your bedroom’s door accompanied a loud Robin telling you to get up already.

Waking up all curled up with him was bound to happen. But if someone would have told you yesterday morning that today you would be waking up with Eddie Munson spooning you, you would have laughed at their face.

But here you are, and to be honest, it had been a while since you slept so peacefully.

You feel him groaning against the skin of your shoulder, holding you tighter.

You slowly opened your eyes to accustom to the light.

“Did you end up killing each other last night?! Answer me!” Robin shouts again from the other side of the door.

“Certainly feels like it” Eddie murmurs and laughs at his own joke.

“We’re awake! Calm down!” you let her know.

“We have to leave so then we can breakfast, so hurry up!” she lets you know.

You get up and start tiding up. Eddie is slower, he sits on the bed barely opening one eye to look at you and smiles. “Good morning, princess”

You look at him and a little smirk escapes from your lips. “Hey” you greet him shyly.

You both start changing to get down and tidy everything down. After you both brush your teeth, you go to pick up your backpack but he stops you to pull you in close to him.

“Good morning” he says again with his face close to yours while he pulls a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he proceeds to kiss you, sweetly this time. Which warms your heart. You kiss him back playing with his hair once again.

“Hi, Munson” you say sweetly against his lips.

“You look beautiful in the morning” he admits but before you can even react, the knocking on your door is back.

“Okay! Okay! We’re coming!” Eddie stops them. “Jesus”

After getting down, you were waiting for them to explain where you would be having breakfast but as soon as they see you they start looking at you funny.

“What?” Eddie asks being as confused as you but they all start laughing.

“What is going on?” you ask again.

“Are we just gonna pretend like nothing happened?” Jonathan asks now.

“Yeah, were you gonna act like you still hate each other today?” Steve teases.

And you understand all the laughter. You and Eddie look at each other surprised and apparently this is also very funny because they start laughing again.

“Oh fuuuck” Jonathan starts mocking the way Eddie sounded last night also acting like moaning your name.

“Oh Eddie, so close!” Steve joins him acting like you.

Your face is as red as a tomato right now and you feel like you could just die, it would be better than taking whatever this is. You hide your face in Eddie’s shoulder after he just rolls his eyes fighting another smirk.

He laughs at you, put stills hugs you.

“You wanted us to like each other…” He defends you two.

“Yeah, apparently you took that very literal” Robin teases after catching her breath.

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therealcocoshady · 5 months

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Ok sorry for blowing up your asks, but I have one that might be right up your angsty alley…

Marshall is having a particularly hard time on one of the anniversaries of Proof’s passing…🕊️ He’s super vulnerable with reader and she has to comfort him 😔🥺

DIFFICULT 🕊️

Eminem x Assistant Reader

Synopsis : Em is nowhere to be found as you're waiting for him for an important meeting. Turns out... It's the anniversary of Proof's passing and he needs you.

Tags : Vulnerability - Grief - Angst - Comfort

Author's Note : Thank you for this Ask ! I low-key love that you thought of me when it comes to angsty requests 👀. I got inspired and ended up writing quite a bit but I'm afraid it's all over the place. I hope you like it nonetheless. ❤️

Do you know where he is ? Paul asked, visibly unnerved. He should already be here !

He’s coming, you assured the manager. I reminded him of this meeting on Friday, don’t worry, he’s going to show up.

It’s your job to make sure he shows up on time, Y/N, Paul added sternly. That’s what personal assistants are for.

He’s never late, you said. I’m sure there’s a good reason. Something must have come up…

It was unlike Marshall to show up late to a work meeting, especially when it involved music. In the past year, since you had started working for him, he had never shown up late anywhere. If anything, he was a bit neurotic about punctuality. « Early is on time, on time is late » he always said. And when it came to anything regarding his latest album, he tended to show up extremely early, polishing details up until the last minute. Except that, today, he was almost thirty minutes late and you were facing Paul and Dre on your own, and there was only so much small talk you could make.

Look, if the album’s not ready for me to listen to yet, you guys just have to say so, Dre said.

No, it is, Paul assured him. I mean, you know Marshall, he’s always trying to polish and tweak little things, but we have a version that’s more than ready for you. We wouldn’t have you come from LA otherwise…

I’ll try an call him, you said.

You got up and went to your office. You were starting to be a little freaked out. You didn’t want to be dramatic, but you were starting to feel scared that something terrible had happened. One time, he got into a car crash and was not even that late. Thirty minutes late for Marshall was basically four hours late for anyone else. You got out of the room and tried to call him, but he didn’t pick up. Had he lost his phone ? You knew he hated the iPhone you had convinced him to buy - to replace his more than ancient Blackberry - and he used it as little as possible, but him losing anything was unlikely. And he knew about this meeting. You had specifically reminded him of it. He wouldn’t show up late to a meeting with Dre. He had way too much respect for the man. You nervously checked his iCloud calendar, thinking that maybe he was confused about the time. Unlikely but not impossible either. You remembered adding the event « Meeting with Dre - ALBUM VERSION 1 » for this Monday, 9:00 AM a while ago. But it was nowhere to be found. Had it been accidentally deleted ? Had you dropped the ball ? No. Impossible. Not to toot your own horn, but you wouldn’t screw up like that. It was probably a bug. You checked the week’s other events. Deleted too. You knew he had other meetings and studio sessions planned, but they did not appear on the calendar. Weird. Especially since last week’s event were still appearing, and the following week’s too. It looked like someone had cleared this week’s schedule and you knew it wasn’t you. It had to be Marshall, then, since he was the only other person to have access to his calendar. You were worried. He would not clear a whole week’s schedule, especially not when he was nearly done with his album. Something had to have happened. Something awful, by the looks of it. Your mind immediately went to his family. They were the only people he would clear his schedule for. You decided to call Hailie, hoping that nothing awful had happened to her or her sisters.

Hey Y/N, you heard her soft voice say as she picked up the phone. How are you ?

Hey Hailie, you said nervously. Are you alright ?

All good, she said. Why ? Are you ok ? Is there anything wrong ?

Um… I don’t know, you said. I'm trying to reach your Dad. Have you heard of him ?

Not since Thursday, I think. He told me he was spending the weekend with you. What’s wrong ?

He’s just a little late to a meeting, you said as you tried to sound casual. I was worried that something had happened to you, your sisters, Nate…

No, we’re all good, she said reassuringly. Look, I’m in Chicago, but I can try and call him…

Don’t worry about it, you said. Enjoy Chicago.

Thank you ! See you !

Hailie didn’t seem too worried, so there was at least that. However, you were a little bugged off. You absolutely had not spent the weekend with Marshall and, frankly, you were a bit shocked that he had lied to his daughter about it. Not that you never spent the weekend together - in the past six months, it had happened quite a bit - but he was not the type to lie to his daughter. It was odd that he would use you as a lie, especially since your relationship - if you could call it that - was still in the developing stage. As far as Hailie was concerned, you were the closest thing her Dad had to a girlfriend but, in actuality, it was a bit more complicated. It wasn’t necessarily serious or committed, and there most certainly wasn’t any label on it. You were his personal assistant, whom he occasionally fooled around with. The only reason Hailie saw you as his girlfriend was that she had walked in on the two of you making out with very, very few clothes on. Thank God, she was an adult and didn’t really want to know anything about it. No one ever mentioned the incident but she assumed there was something between you and Marshall. And there was. In a way. But he wasn’t really the kind of guy to put a label on it and you knew it. He was extremely guarded and, even though you knew you were one of the people closest to him, you didn’t expect much. He was a really great boss, amazing man and more than satisfactory lover, but you knew him enough to know it would never evolve into anything serious. « I don’t do relationships, you know » he had once told you. And you didn’t mind. You enjoyed things just the way they were. The way you saw it, the sex you sometimes had - usually on work trips or late nights - was a perk to your job, along with the generous salary and health benefits. But regardless of all that, him lying about spending the weekend with you was extremely odd. You tried calling him again, but were sent straight to voicemail. You sheepishly went back to the conference room.

Did you talk to him ? Paul asked.

No news, you said. That’s odd. I’ll go to his place and if he’s not there, I’ll try the hospitals. I’m sorry.

I hope he’s ok, Dre said. Keep us posted ?

Of course.

You made your way to your car and drove to his place. Security knew your car and plates and saw you often enough to let you through the gates. You parked in front of Marshall’s house and immediately noticed that the car he used the most was parked out front. He was home. Thank God, you didn’t have to worry about a car crash. You rang the bell but no one came to open it. Maybe he had slipped in the shower and injured his head ? Or fallen down the stairs ? No. You often joked about him being older but he wasn’t geriatric either. Still, you were worried so you used your spare key and let yourself in.

The house was unusually dark and messy. You checked downstairs, the living room, kitchen, office… It was messy, like someone had rummaged through things, but Marshall was nowhere to be found. You tried every room upstairs, every closet, every bedroom, but he wasn’t there either. You decided to try the only remaining space you hadn’t checked : the basement (you doubted he was in the garage - he liked his cars but not enough to cancel a meeting about music). That’s where you found him : in one of the dimly lit rooms he had converted into a home music studio, laying on the carpet, eyes closed, headphones on his head. You gasped and almost thought he was dead. You immediately rushed to his side and checked his breath. As soon as you approached, he slowly opened his eyes and groaned.

Marshall, are you alright ? You asked. Are you hurt ?

No, he said in a raspy voice before sitting up.

You examined his face : he looked like a zombie, or at least like someone who had forgotten what sleep and food were. And judging by the smell, he had also forgotten about showers. You usually enjoyed his masculine scent but now he was smelling as rank as a teenage boy addicted to video games.

What are you doing here ? He asked.

I came to check you weren’t dead, you said. You missed the meeting with Dre. Paul is furious.

Wait… What day is it ? He asked in confusion.

Monday, you said. April 12th.

Fuck.

He rubbed his eyes and scratched his beard, and you inspected him closer. His eyes were bloodshot, with huge dark circles. The beard he usually kept well-trimmed was all over the place, so was his short hair, and his breath smelled of energy drink. He had always had a penchant for soda and Redbull, but it usually wasn’t to the point of smelling like a candy factory. Well, if you added the smell of sweat, it was more like someone who ran a marathon in the Redbull factory. Marshall looked at you without saying a word.

Are you alright ? You asked.

Does it look like I’m alright ? He groaned.

Not really, you admitted - not really knowing what to say.

Why are you ask, then ?

If you hadn’t been so worried, you would have snapped at him for behaving like an ass, but it wasn’t him. You sighed and looked at the CDs he’d been listening to : « Searching for Jerry Garcia » and « I Miss the Hip Hop Shop » by Proof. That’s when it hit you : today was April 12th and April 11th was the anniversary of his best friend’s passing. The both of you were sitting on the carpet, not saying a word. He knew that you knew.

Do you… Um… Want to talk about it ? You asked tentatively.

I need a shower, he said.

Yes he did. He definitely did. You got up and waited for him to do the same but he simply groaned as he tried to move. You gave him your hand and helped him up as he let out a moan and held his back. You wondered how long he’d been laying there, listening to music and losing track of time. He seemed to have trouble even standing up. « God, he must be exhausted », you thought.

Need help ? You asked.

Y-Yeah, he said.

Shower ?

Yeah.

Without a word, you helped him to the nearest bathroom where he started undressing without even waiting for you to leave. You could feel your cheeks burn. You’d seen him naked before, sure, but this different than the two of you shedding your clothes in a passionate moment. Now, you had the feeling of seeing something you weren’t supposed to. It felt a bit weird. You watched him step in the shower and went upstairs, to his closet, to pick some clothes for him to wear. You grabbed boxers, some sweatpants, a wife beater and a hoodie and put them in the bathroom, near the sink before opening the windows to let in some light and fresh air, as you tidied up a bit. You’d spent some time in his house before but you had never seen the place this messy.

Thanks for the clothes, Marshall said as he emerged from the bathroom.

Feeling better ? You asked.

Yeah.

When was the last time you showered ? You asked.

I don’t know, he shrugged.

Last time you ate ?

Fri…Sat… I don’t know, he replied.

He seemed gaunt and, even if the shower seemed to have done some good, Marshall seemed like a corpse. He was standing there, staring at you, not extremely responsive. You had never seen him like this and it was definitely a far cry from his usual self. Ever since you had met him for the first time, you had found him to have an impressive presence. Whenever he walked into a room, he naturally drew attention to him and he had such charisma that he seemed bigger than he actually was. But for the first time, he looked weak and lost.

Are you hungry ? You asked.

A bit, he replied.

Sit, you said. I’ll prepare something. What do you want ? Pasta ?

Whatever, he said.

He sat on the couch and you made your way to the kitchen. Being the one responsible for his shopping, you knew the pantry like the back of your hand and knew exactly what was in there. You decided to make some homemade spaghetti, using Mom’s Spaghetti sauce with homemade garlic toasts. His lazy comfort food. When you brought his plate to the living room, he was manspreading, looking at the ceiling.

Thanks, he said as you handed him the food. Chips would have been enough, you know ?

You need to eat a real meal, you simply said.

He nodded and started to eat. You noticed he was avoiding your gaze. He usually didn’t have much trouble maintaining eye contact, except for when he was ashamed, or sad, or tired. In this case, you knew it was probably a mixture of everything. There was no doubt as to his exhaustion and sadness, and you knew he would feel ashamed for missing an important work meeting. You looked at him and left the room to go and call Paul.

So ? He asked. How is he ?

He’s… sick, you lied, knowing full well Marshall wouldn’t want you telling people how you had found him.

Sick ? The managed asked. What does he have ?

The flu, you said. It’s pretty nasty. I cleared up his schedule for the week. He needs rest. He’s really sorry about the meeting.

Alright. I’ll call him later, he said. Dre has to leave today, we’ll have to set up another meeting.

I’ll let him know.

You also texted Hailie to let her know you had managed to get ahold of her Dad. When you got back to Marshall, he was looking at a picture frame of him and Proof. From the looks of it, you guessed it was from 2005-2006. You sat next to him in silence.

The flu ? He asked in a raspy voice.

Couldn’t come up with anything better on the spot, you said. At least, it buys you the rest of the week so you can rest.

No need, he said. I can… I can work.

Bullshit, you sighed.

He stared in your eyes for the first time all day and sighed. His eyes went back to the picture frame and you could see hum swallow dryly.

Went was this taken ? You asked.

March 2006, he said in a breaking voice. It’s the last picture of him I have…

His breath was shaky and you could tell he was on the verge if tears. You placed a hand over his and gently stroked his skin.

It’s ok to cry, you know ? You said softly.

You weren’t too sure why you said that. Of course it was ok to cry. A man in his fifties, especially your boss, did not need your permission to cry. Or so you thought. Because as soon as the words left your lips, the tears started to flow and he started sobbing. You put a hand on his back and tried to soothe him while you saw his face redden and scrunch up, his tears wetting his face. It was painful seeing him like this and you wished there was something you could do. If that were possible, you would gladly take his pain and make it yours.

Fu-fuck, I-I’m sorry, he said after a while.

You have nothing to apologize for, you said gently. It’s ok. He was your best friend. It’s ok to be sad.

I-I fucked up…

It’s just a work meeting, you reminded him. We’ll set up another meeting with Dre, I’ll move a couple of appointments, it’s fine.

No, not… I-I…

He was trying to speak but he wasn’t making much sense. He was stuttering, his voice cracking, changing pitch… You put your arms around him, half-expecting him to push you away but he didn’t. You kept running a hand up and down his back to soothe him a bit and it seemed effective.

Thank you, Y/N, he said.

Were you like this all weekend ? You asked.

Yeah…

Is that why you told Hailie I was spending the weekend with you ?

I… Yeah, he said sheepishly. I didn’t want the kids to see me like this.

I see, you said. So… what ? You listened to his music, looked at pictures and lost track of time ?

I guess, he shrugged. I… I tried to go to his grave yesterday but it was packed.

I guess a lot of people miss him, you said.

No, it was… I saw them and they were wearing… My tee-shirts. My merch. They were my fans. On his grave. And it drove me fucking mad. Because I couldn’t even get out of my car, and I had to see these people pay respect but they were fans. They didn’t know him. And I saw the posts on social media. And people keep on making it about me.

His voice broke again. You had often had conversations with him about fame and how he was dealing with it. Most of the time, he was grateful for it, though he often gave the impression that he didn’t really get why he was famous and how people could look up to him so much. « It’s just me », he often said. Deep down, he only saw himself as a guy trying to make it in hip-hop, trying to be the best emcee. Fame was never really part of his plan, though he was grateful for the success and love of people granted him. But the way he was speaking, it seemed like less of a blessing and more of a curse. He explained to you that he felt guilty for people making Proof’s death about him. Sure, he was his best friend, but he was so much more, and he just wished people would respect his legacy and everything he meant to the hip-hop culture. He also felt guilty when he thought about Proof’s family, who didn’t only have to deal with a tragic loss but also his own fame, and always being asked questions about him.

His wife… She always hated me, you know ? He said. She hated all of us. Proof was never home, always either getting in trouble with us or trying to keep us out of it. Now we don’t speak too much and… I mean, I get it, I was his friend, not hers, but… I don’t know. I was supposed to be an uncle to his kids, you know ? I’m supposed to be there for them, not make things difficult. I’m supposed to be the one sending flowers, not receiving them in their place.

Do you keep in touch ? You asked.

I try, he said. I mean, if the kids need something, they know they can call. Sharonda too. She never would, she’s too proud but… Yeah, I just wish I could do more, you know ?

I know, you said. You shouldn’t feel guilty…

No, I should, he shrugged. When he died, I was a massive asshole about it… I mean, I guess I made it a lot about me. But now it makes me so mad. And sad. And I miss him so much and I just wish I could apologize to him.

For what ? You asked as you stroked his hand.

Everything, he shrugged. For being ungrateful and not seeing everything he did to hold down the fort. Proof… He was strong when I was weak. And I never got to tell him how thankful I am. If it weren’t for him, I’d still be making burgers.

I’m sure he knew how much you loved him, you said softly.

I hope, he said. He was everything to me… Like… We didn’t love each other like that, you know. Like, no homo or whatever. But sometimes I think he was the love of my life. In a platonic way. Like, he was my other half, the one who made me a better person. And now that he’s gone… I’m just me. And it’s hard.

You’re still pretty great, you said. And I know he would be proud of you.

I… I don’t know, he said.

He seemed lost in his thoughts. You realized you had been stroking his back the whole time and stopped. He turned to you with his eyebrows furrowed and he didn’t even have to ask for you to resume. It was the first time the two of you had such a prolonged physical contact without it being sexual and you wondered if he noticed, too. He closed his eyes and you looked at him some more. He was clearly exhausted and you weren’t too sure how long he would need to sleep. Probably a long time.

You should go to bed, you said softly.

I guess, he shrugged.

You need rest, you insisted. I’ll do the dishes and go home, ok ? You can call me if you need anything.

Can you stay ? He asked nervously. I… I don’t feel like being… alone.

Sure, you said with a hint of surprise.

Ok.

He got up and headed upstairs. When he noticed you weren’t following him, he turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

You don’t want to come ?

Upstairs ? You asked with your eyebrows furrowed. To your… room ?

You said I needed to sleep, he pointed out. I’m not sleeping on the damn couch.

You shrugged and followed him. That was new. You had slept over a couple of times, but never in the same bed as him. The only circumstances in which you had seen his bedroom were strictly sexual. But as soon as the deed was done, he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as you. And even when you had slept with him during work trips, you’d been back to your own room after. It was one of the many ways in which he could be guarded and you knew it had nothing to do with you. He just had his quirky, peculiar ways. He got in bed and looked at you intently.

Come, he said.

Ok, you said as you sat next to him.

Remove your socks, he instructed.

I’m not removing my socks, you said. My feet are cold.

You’re not getting in my bed with your dirty socks, he pointed out.

I just put them on this morning, you said. They’re not dirty.

It’s a pet peeve, he said. Just… Socks off, ok ? And get under the covers.

You scoffed. If he was in a good enough state to be oddly specific - as he often was about practically everything in his life - it was a good sign. You took your socks off and sat in bed, under the covers. It felt weird but Marshall didn’t seem to pick on it. He simply laid there and stared at you.

You’re not laying down ? He finally asked.

Um… Sitting is fine, you said.

Can you lie down, please ? He asked.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow but still did as you were told. As soon as you laid down next to him, he closed his eyes. Given how exhausted he looked, you half-expected him to fall asleep right then and there but he didn’t. Instead, he kept on tossing and turning.

What’s up ? You asked. Do you need anything ?

I think it’s the Redbull, he said. I haven’t drank much else in days. It’s keeping me awake.

Oh, you said. Let’s talk, then.

About what ? He asked.

I don’t know, you shrugged. We can talk about anything. What’s up with the cleared schedule on iCloud ? Did you do that ?

Yeah… I don’t know, he said sheepishly. I… I went to the cemetery yesterday and when I couldn’t go and had to go home, I guess I lost it. There were these thoughts in my head and… I’m not sure I can do it anymore. Without Proof it’s… too hard.

Tears were welling in his eyes again. It had been more than fifteen years since Proof’s passing and Marshall had put out quite a few albums in that time, but the wound still seemed fresh. It wasn’t a matter of his technical ability to do it without Proof - of course he could - it was about whether or not he wanted to.

Ok, you said.

Ok ? He asked.

What do you want me to say ? You asked. Do you want me to plead for you to keep going ? I’m not going to. If you want to quit and retire, that’s ok, you’re allowed.

Really ?

I mean… Yeah, you said simply. It’s your decision. If you think you don’t have anything else to bring to the table, that’s fine. You’ve had a good run and a career people can only dream of having. If you decide to put an end to it, that’s fine.

Wait… No, he said. I mean, your job is to talk me out of it. Is that some reverse psychology thing ?

It’s Paul’s job to talk you out of it, you clarified. Me, I’m just a personal assistant. My job is to manage your schedule and make life easier for you. Whether or not you put out music, my job’s fine as long as you need me to do your shopping, come to football games with you and remind you of your dentist’s appointments. Next one is in two months by the way.

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile. His face was still puffy and he still didn’t look his best, but hearing him laugh - however lightly - was good. He was a great person and you hated seeing him like this. Of all the people you had ever met, he was the one who had suffered the most, and deserved it the least. He was a good, hardworking, honest and generous man, on top of being one of the most talented people ever. His sadness was breaking your heart. If his career was making him sad, if keeping on going without Proof was too hard, he should be allowed to quit. He had earned it and, in your opinion, he didn’t have anything left to prove to anyone.

So you don’t care whether I end my career or not ? He asked with an amused look.

As a fan, I think it would be tragic, you said. Especially If you don’t put out that last album. It’s your best work so far. But as a person… What I care about is you, Marshall. I’m in the front row, seeing how hard you work every day. If you say that’s too hard, then that’s too hard and I trust you on that. If you think you’ll be happier doing something else, just enjoying life with your family and focusing on your charity, you should do that.

Proof would kick my ass for thinking of quitting, he said pensively.

I think Proof would want you to be happy, you pointed out.

He hummed and looked at you. He brought a hand to your face and stroked your face as a single tear rolled on his cheek. You smiled and wiped the tear, letting your hand cup his face. You stared at each other in silence. It was unusual but, oddly enough, not uncomfortable.

Thank you for staying, Y/N, he simply said before letting out a small yawn.

You should really try and get some sleep, you replied softly.

He nodded and closed his eyes as you heard him take deep breaths. A couple of minutes later, he was asleep. You could hear him snore lightly. You looked at your phone to check the time. It was only 1PM. You figured you’d stay there for a while and let him sleep while you answered a couple of e-mails. After a couple of hours, Marshall was still sleeping soundly. You thought you might as well do some tidying up in the house, but as soon as you tried to move, you felt his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You smiled to yourself as you realized it was the first time you actually cuddled with him - and you enjoyed it more than you probably should. Your back was against his chest and you could feel his heartbeat. This and the sensation of his arm around you were incredibly soothing and you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a minute.

(…)

Marshall groaned as you gently shook his shoulder to try and wake him up. He scrunched up his nose and let out a few obscenities. He looked pissed off as he opened his eyes.

What time is it ? He groaned.

About 7PM, you said.

You better have a good reason to wake me up, he sighed.

I think I do. You have clothes on your bed and ten minutes to get changed, ok ?

I’m not getting dressed, and I’m not going out, he said with an eye roll.

And I’m not giving you a choice, you said with a smile. Get up. Please. You won’t regret it.

You made your way downstairs and prepared a bottle of water and a snack for Marshall as you waited for him. When he arrived, he looked a bit puzzled. He was still clearly tired but he looked a lot better. You made him get in your car and drove to the cemetery. You had called ahead of time and asked if they would do you a favor and keep the place open for a couple more hours. You used the « Marshall Mathers » card, which always worked when it came to getting a table at a fancy restaurant, borrowing a private jet or keeping a store open when Marshall needed to shop for his daughters’ birthday.

What are we doing here ? He asked as you parked out front.

You know what we’re doing here, you said. It’s after hours and you get to pay your respects in peace.

You… You arranged for this ?

I did, you said. They’ll be open until 8:30PM. I’m sorry, I didn’t find a florist open, though.

He looked at you in shock and immediately engulfed you in a hug before whispering a « thank you » in your ear before getting out of the car. An hour later, you were leaning on the hood of your car, smoking a cigarette when Marshall came back. He seemed more at peace. You could tell he had cried - as people often do when they’re visiting someone’s grave - but he seemed alright nonetheless. He walked up to you and took you by surprise by kissing you. Contrary to all the kisses you’d shared until now, this one wasn’t greedy, hungry or passionate. It was tender and soft. Intimate and emotional.

A-Are you alright ? You asked.

Yeah, he hummed. Thank you for taking me.

You’re welcome, you said with a smile.

Ready to go ? He asked.

Almost, you said as you pointed to your cigarette - knowing full well the hatred he had of your smoking habit.

The drive home was a bit weird. You had kissed before but this felt different. You had always enjoyed his kisses but this one was, by far, your favorite. You felt a little guilty for enjoying it so much. If you were honest with yourself, it was a little scary, too. The only reason you had managed not to catch feelings for Marshall was because he was usually guarded and there were a lot of boundaries. But after today, after seeing him this open and vulnerable, you weren’t too sure you could go back to having casual sex with him. It would be too dangerous.

Did you know Proof’s family would be there ? He asked as you parked in front of his place.

Were they ? You asked in surprise. No, I didn’t.

The cemetery must have called them, then, he shrugged.

I’m sorry, you said. I insisted that you have your privacy…

It’s fine, he said. I talked to Sharonda. Nasaan was here too.

How did it go ?

Pretty well, he said. I’m seeing them later this week. Over dinner.

That’s great, you replied with a smile. I’m happy for you.

Thank you Y/N, he said emotionally. For everything you always do for me. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to get through life without you. You put up with me, you make life bearable… And… Thank you for today, especially.

You’re welcome, you said with a small smile.

He cupped your face and kissed you again. You leaned into the kiss more than you should. A part of you knew that you should push him away… But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not after he had such a hard day. So you kissed him back and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue caressing yours, of his fingers in your hair.

Now, you should go and get some rest, you said softly.

Are you coming ? He asked as he stroked your cheek.

Do you need me ?

Y/N… I always need you.

And just like that… You knew you were screwed. You felt an army of butterflies in your stomach and your brain was nowhere to be found. It had left the chat as soon as you heard Marshall’s soft voice say he needed you. You were unable to think so your emotions took over as you exited the car and got inside the house, his hand in yours.

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Han Jisung

Characters: Han Jisung of Stray Kids, Yn Theme: Toxic friendship, stalking, toxic relationship, stalker Where Han, a guitarist in a university band, saves Yn, a fine arts student, from a toxic friendship… Only to be more toxic than the ex-friend of the innocent Yn.

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“Then he told me that Lia had gone to the 3Racha concert like that! How is that possible?!.. Yn? Yn?.. YNNNNNN!!!” Yn was startled by her friend Milly’s scream. “Ynnnnnieeee! I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me!!” said the economics student, pouting irritably and unattractively. “Sorry Milly… It’s just that this week has been going really badly! I just want to isolate myself from everything!” Yn confided. “Goodness, woman! What happened for you to say that?” asked the gossip. Yn sighed, “I have a project due by Friday but I’m having a creative block… I don’t know what to do…” “Wow, just because of that?! Look, this week my beautician canceled my manicure because her daughter is sick and I don’t say my week is terrible!” Yn looked at the spoiled girl with her mouth open, seeing how the gossip compared completely different things. “Oh, and not only that! Yesterday I was rejected by Seungmin! How did he have the courage to reject the hottest girl in this crappy university?! What a loser! At least he’s the one missing out!” “Milly… I’m not trying to belittle your problems, but you can’t compare an important project to a bad boy who rejected you…” Yn said, looking at Milly, who was now wide-eyed and offended.

“EXCUSE ME?!! HOW CAN I NOT COMPARE?! I WANTED TO ISOLATE MYSELF FROM EVERYTHING!! YOU’RE SO IGNORANT, YN! I SHOULD THINK BETTER ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIPS!!!” Yn tried to apologize, but the annoying girl continued with her nonsense argument. “OH, AND STAY THERE WITH YOUR CRAPPY PROJECT! MAYBE YOU’LL SPEND HOURS ON IT AND IT WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” Milly shouted in the university cafeteria, making everyone look at the table where the two friends were. Yn lowered her head in embarrassment, already with tears streaming down her beautiful face as she looked at Milly, who was no longer at the table. Yn started to cry, thinking about how she was a terrible friend, until…

“Excuse me… can I sit here with you?” A soft and sweet voice was heard. Yn looked up and saw a boy with brown hair and round cheeks, looking like a squirrel! He was carrying his tray with the cafeteria lunch. Yn nodded, wiping her beautiful tears, embarrassed to be crying in front of someone she didn’t even know. The boy smiled at her and sat down in front of her, “Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with that girl… I think she’s a bit exaggerated and dramatic… you should stop being friends with her… She does you a lot of harm…” he said as he started eating his meal. “Um… she… goes through - through difficult times… I think,” Yn whispered. “Since when is being rejected by a guy a difficult problem?Oh, it must be hard for her not to have a dick to suck during class hours…. now I understand her… Wait not in that sense! Kind… I don't like dicks! But you know -" Yn interrupted the mysterious boy with a laugh, "S-yes I understand! "She said to the laughter, making the boy smile at her. "Oh, how rude I was!! I didn't even introduce myself to this beautiful lady! "He told himself, then adjusted his posture and gave a forced cough.

"I'm Han Jisung, I'm a music student and I'm a guitarist in the group 3Racha! Nice to meet you!" he says with a smile on his face. Yn soon feels obliged to introduce himself as well, "Well… I am-" "Yes you are Yn, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. The most dedicated and skilled art student! With unique paintings, with captivating feelings! That makes anyone fall in love!" Han interrupts Yn, leaving her a little confused, how did he know that about her when she had never seen him in her life? Well they could have crossed paths here and there, but she doesn't remember ever talking to him…" Oh… Do you know me because of the spring exhibition that took place here at the university?" asks Yn, who was a fan of his fine art. Han was thoughtful, "What spring exhibition?" hmmm okay, maybe he didn't know her from the exhibition… "The exhibition". Les couleurs du printemps... The one that there was a little party that lasted 1 week and on the last night there was a group of guys who got drunk and were suspended driving for 2 months…" The boy stared with a confused face but suddenly he hit his own forehead" Ahhhhh!! This exhibition!! Oh yes I got drunk with my brothers!! We spent 2 months living in nightclubs and alcohol… It was really 2 very good months… Miss! "Yn stared at him in disbelief… How did he say that so naturally?! What a shame!

Suddenly the bell rings… Okay time to study! Everyone to the room! "Oh… What a pity! It's already playing!! I wanted to be with you more! "He said sulkingly" Do you give me your cell phone? " Yn looked at him confused, “For what?” “I want to give you my number… You know… So we can go out someday… So you can see me play on stage!” Yn was undecided… Should she accept or refuse… Well, she was already in a mess anyway, so why not?! Yn handed her phone to Han, who quickly typed in his number. “Thanks, Yn… See you later!” Yn waved and looked at her screen, seeing that he had saved his number as Hanniee💕 What a crazy guy…

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The bell rang, miraculously at that moment. The hallways filled with students desperate to get back home, just wanting a good and nice rest. Yn walked quickly to her locker, intending to grab her umbrella, but there was no sign of it… “How could it have disappeared just like that?! It was here this morning!”, she thought, only to be interrupted by someone closing her locker, how audacious!

"Oh, hello again Yn. I didn't think I'd come here to you." "Well.. It turns out that you just closed my own closet." "Oh.. I'm sorry!!" "No problem…" The speech is over. While Yn closed her locker with her key, Han watches the girl, seeing how beautiful she is and how she liked to her right now in her beautiful bed. Oh he is really a naughty!! "Well… See you tomorrow Han!" Yn says goodbye to the guitarist with a smile. "Ah… Yn!! It's raining! And you don't have an umbrella…. If you want, I can accompany you!" Jisung says quickly hoping not to receive a no from his future girl, also if he received a no, he would probably follow her anyway but anyway…

"Ah… You're right… But I don't want to bother Han!" "Ey! You never bother me Yn! I'll take you home. That way I'm also sure you're well delivered." He says with a smile on his sweet lips, spiteful… Yn thought for a moment, she didn't want to bother, but she also didn't want to go home in the rain in the late afternoon with a boy she had just met… Either she had to go home in the rain, probably getting sick and couldn't turn in her work or she was going home with a stranger who is from her school and seems like an obsessed fan… "Okay… I-I really appreciate your kindness Han." She says to the boy, thus making him smile mischievously.

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The way home was silent on Yn’s part, but very noisy on Han’s. Always talking about his band, talking about how Lee Minho was annoying just because he didn’t give him 5 bottles of beer on his 15th birthday, talking about how many girls he had hooked up with, obviously very noisy…

“Well, we’re here, Yn!” he finally said, already in front of the girl’s house, startling her as she was lost in her own thoughts… Obviously thinking about her project...

“AH, thank you, Han… I owe you one,” she said jokingly. “Oh yes! You do! And I already know how you can properly thank me!”

“How?” asked the curious innocent. “Thursday, 8 PM at XXXXXXXX park.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Jisung Han?”

“Yes, I am.”

"Hmm"

“Okay then! It’s a date! Don’t forget, Miss Yn!”

“Don’t worry!”

“Bye bye, my love!”

“By-Bye Bye H-Han…” she stammered.

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Today, Thursday… Yn was in trouble, she hadn’t even started the project she had to deliver tomorrow… And the worst part, she could only work on it before going on the date with Han, which means she only had 1 hour. The poor girl was going crazy! Han had woken up 1 hour earlier than usual, all to redo his crappy plan. How idiotic he is.

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“So, guys, don’t forget to check if your work meets these requirements to get the highest grade! The more, the better! Well, see you tomorrow, students!” Yn was getting more and more terrified with each passing minute. The bell had just rung, and she had to run home to do her work. “Yn!” “I’ll text you later, Han!” She said, running with all her might.

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Yn arrived home and ran to her room, throwing her shoes into a random corner along with her cute coat. Sitting hurriedly in her desk chair, she started making random sketches, sure that something would come out of it, even if it was just a beautiful eggplant! “Okay… Here… Like this… No… Hmm… Yes… Ah… It doesn’t look good… Okayyyyy AHHHHHHHHH” Yn whispered to herself but then screamed, startled by a random noise inside the house. “Ah… It must be nothing… I think… Well, I have to continue…” Yn started painting with oil pastels, her favorite way to paint, humming some random song. Painting here and there, leaving incredibly beautiful and wonderful textures, she was giving her all to that project! “Wow, it’s almost time for our date and she’s still studying! How responsible she is!” said someone, startling the little painter. Yn turned to the door, from where the voice came, and was shocked at how he managed to get in. “Hey! How did you get in here?!”

"Behold, a little hottie left the door open… And he forgot about his meeting!" Han, the owner of the voice speaks. "What?! How could I leave the door open my god?! What if a bandit had entered!! Ahhhh all because of this stupid job!" Yn says, obviously worried and grateful that no one unknown and dangerous will enter her residence. "Eyy, so little… What's going on?" Han asks getting closer to the girl. "I have to deliver this work tomorrow, but I don't know if it will be good! He's just random doodles! I don't know what Han do!" Yn says with a few tears forming in her beautiful eyes.

“Hey, calm down baby… Look, I’m not very experienced in art, but I know exactly what this project means!” “Hm?” “It means your feelings, love… It perfectly conveys your feelings… And… I’m sure anyone can feel them too.” The boy said, bringing their faces closer, just a few centimeters apart. “I wish I had more talent in painting… Just… Just to be able to eternalize your colors the way I see them…” “Thank you, Han… Really!” Yn hugged the boy, no one had ever said such sincere words to her. “Okay okay, so let’s finish this project so you can finally get ready and we can go on our date?!” “Let’s goooo”

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Yn was already ready, looking in the mirror whenever she could to see if she looked beautiful enough. Wearing a beautiful beige dress that highlighted her lovely curves, just above the knee, with a white blouse underneath, and some lovely Mary Janes. She really looked magnificent with that beautiful hair! Ahhh and the accessories! Of course, she couldn’t forget! A heart-shaped necklace with a photo of her puppy, Smaply, who unfortunately passed away last year, a great loss for the girl. Small, thin hoop earrings detailed with some sparkles, and of course, she couldn’t forget her cute bracelets. How beautiful she looked! Applying a bit more gloss, Yn finally had the courage to leave her room, walking slowly to the living room, where the darling Han was. He was left speechless upon seeing his beloved, I swear he was even drooling!

“Wow… you look - you look magnificent!” “Thank you - Thank you Ha-Han! You-you also look very han-handsome!” she said blushing, very shy shy shy! “So… Where are we going?” “Oh yes… Hmm… First, we’re going to eat something and then… Then I’ll take you to a very important place for me… We better get going… Otherwise, we’ll be late.”

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“A convenience store??” Yn said, confused. “Oh, we’re going to eat something here first… What do you want?” “Hmm, it could be…” “Chicken ramen with a touch of mild pepper, an onigiri, a mango iced tea with some ice cubes, and for dessert, some macarons?” Han interrupted the girl. “How do you know that?..” “I have many tricks up my sleeve, baby girl…” “Oh.” “Well, let’s eat?! I’m starving!” “Yes!” After all, Yn was passionate about food… Who isn’t, right?!

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As soon as they left the convenience store, Han took Yn to the previously mentioned place. It was simply the best club in Seoul, with extremely attractive security guards, with super strong and tense muscles, a pole dance show that was out of this world, with incredible dance tactics and moves, a bar with every type of drink imaginable, from spicy drinks to ones that tasted like crap! Truly a VIP club! Yn was obviously shocked to see that Han had taken her there, she had never even set foot in a club before, let alone this one! But she was even more shocked when a bunch of security guards protected Han and herself, she was so confused, poor thing… Soon they entered and went straight to a dressing room.

"Hey, what was that whole thing out there?" Yn question enthusiastically "It's just a normal day for me," Han said looking at himself in the mirror. "In a while you'll see, bunny" "Look who he is!" A voice unknown to Yn is heard. "So Chan… Ready for another night?!" "Always… Han, who is this?" "Ah.. Well Yn this is Bang Chan, Bang Chan this is Yn! That's it, they're already friends!" "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Yn says. "Pleasure is only later, satisfaction is with me!" Says Chan laughing… What a pervert "Hey, drop my girl ,play boy !" Han speaks first. "Ihhh look at the jealousy! Look at the jealousy!" another unknown voice is heard. "Oh no! Even you Changbin?!"

"Oh hello Yn, I'm Changbin. The cutest and hottest boy you'll ever meet! Do you want to touch my biceps?" "AH… Oh.. Hello Chang-Changbin.. Thank you but" "No, she doesn't want to! She already has mine and that's enough! Right, love?" Han asks Yn. "Y-yes!" "IN 2 MINUTES YOU WILL BE ON STAGE!" Another voice screams. "Well, we have to go! See you soon Yniee! See you soon!" Changbin speaks. "Bye Bye" Bang chan also says goodbye to the girl. "Well baby, you go straight to a security guard with orange hair and say you're with me, he'll take care of you! See you soon baby!" Han says goodbye by gluing his lips to hers. Meanwhile, Yn thought how this was moving too fast, how was it possible? Well but one thing she knew, it was working….

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Yn walked up to the security guard and said he was with Han, he asked her to follow him and took him in front of everyone, even facing the stage. So she had the perfect vision of the group, which at the time was singing "WOW" During the small show, Han whenever he could, winked at Yn, who blushed and looked away. At the end of the show, 3Racha said goodbye to the audience and went to the dressing room. The security guard took the girl to the dressing room for her to be handed over to her respective owner. "Wow you were amazing!! Your tune! Your talent! Han on guitar rocking with incredible melodies! Changbin on drums making perfect bangs! Chan with his wonderful voice! Ahhh it was all amazing!" "Thank you Yn, we really like to know that we are doing our job perfectly." Chan thanks smiling. "Well, I'm going, tomorrow I have to produce another new song! Are you coming Changbin too?" Bang Chan continues.

"Oh yes, I enjoy the ride! Thank you Yn, you don't even know what it means to say that to us!" Changbin also thanks you, cutie. "See you tomorrow my precious boys!" Han says, obviously ironic. "See you tomorrow Han! Bye Bye Yn!" Answer the two boys who were already leaving. "Bye" "Finally alone…" Han says "Oh baby girl… I'm in the mood for something… " "What… " "I'm hungry," Han says as he approaches Yn, who was moving backwards, but stopping after crashing into the whore on the wall. What about… Us… Finally… You know…. "Han starts kissing Yn's neck, sucking and licking." N-no! Han-Han I don't want to! "A terrified Yn tries to free herself from Han's grip, but to no avail." Come on baby girl. I need you." Han now begins to go down the girl's chest, leaving soft but hungry kisses."

" No! Han! STOP! STOP! "Yn screams, with tears in her eyes, just as she manages to push the guitarist away from her." NEVER! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! "Yn screams desperately. Han just looked at her with an innocent face, how stupid he is!" Baby, how come you don't understand. You are my dear. If I can't touch you, no one will touch you. " "What?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! YOUR… YOU CRAZY"

"Yes, I'm crazy, for you love. Since I saw you at the municipal library I have never forgotten you, from that moment I knew you were perfect for me, and I was perfect for you! I started studying you! I found out where you lived, I found out your social networks, I found out everything about your little friends. I know everything about you love…. I love you.. And I want to be with you… Or I mean, I'll stay with you! "With every word that came out of Han's mouth, he got closer and closer, making the little girl scared. "Do you know how many times I stood in your beautiful backyard looking at your bedroom window thinking about seeing you?! Do you know how many times I stayed up all night just to write lots and lots of songs dedicated to you?!" Han grew more and more irritated. "You belong to me! And nothing and no one will change that!" Soon after, Han grabs Yn with all his strength and injects her with a syringe with a liquid inside, making the girl faint in his beautiful arms.

"Finally mine!"

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THURSDAY/FRIDAY TIMEZONE ZONE:

Where you post a bit of fic that may or may not exist, depending on which timezone you are in. Thank you for tagging me, @jackmichaela! 🥰 Here's a bit of the next chapter of my Buck 1.0/118!Tommy fic. As for tagging, anyone who wants to do this, just say I tagged you. Still need to get to know people more over here, sorry 😅 Enjoy! ❤️

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“Thanks for letting me paint with you,” said Maddie, grinning from the side of her canvas.

“I have the spare supplies. They were going to be used anyway,” said Tommy with a shrug.

Maddie had lived with Tommy for a few weeks now. She was still looking for a place of her own, but just hadn’t found the right fit yet. Tommy didn’t mind. She could stay with him for as long as she wanted, really. He was happy to give her a place to breathe. To find her sea legs.

And she was doing much better. She had settled into her job at dispatch. She was figuring out LA. She seemed so much happier.

Maybe Tommy only noticed that she was on edge at first because he knew that feeling.

Looking around every corner for him to come.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It wasn’t a one-to-one. His abuser was his father. But all the same, Tommy felt it deeply when she jumped. When there was that glimpse of panic in her eyes.

He tried to be kind.

He tried to be helpful.

To give space.

To give time.

To give whatever she needed.

And she had stumbled upon Tommy painting maybe the first week and hadn’t asked about it. The next week, she decided to hang out in Tommy’s living room as he painted. Today? She had asked to join him.

And it had been nice.

Relaxing.

Being able to do this small thing together.

“I like your little trees,” said Maddie as she glanced over at Tommy’s canvas, “If that’s – it’s okay that I looked, right?”

Tommy laughed.

“Not like I’m working on a masterpiece. It’s okay if you look.”

Tommy kept painting little trees.

He didn’t know why he kept painting trees. Tiny little trees. Dozens upon dozens of trees. A tiny forest of trees filling the white spaces until the entire painting was shades of green. There was something soothing about it. Gazing at a forest like that. Looking at the little brush strokes.

Tommy liked trees.

“I’m not working on a masterpiece either,” confessed Maddie sheepishly as she turned the canvas Tommy’s way to reveal the worst painting of a cat that Tommy had ever seen in his life.

Tommy.

Laughed.

“Sorry,” said Tommy, trying to stop himself.

“No, it’s pretty bad,” laughed Maddie along with him, “Maybe we need to watch a tutorial. Learn how to make other things."

"Yeah. That might be a good idea at some point," said Tommy as he looked at his phone, “But… aren’t you hanging out with Howie soon?”

Howie had been coming around a lot. Not in a way that felt like he was pressuring her, no.

He was friendly.

A friend.

They seemed nice together. An easy, slow start that. And it was cute. They were cute. And it felt like some of the reason Maddie was doing so well was because of Chimney. Because of the care that was taken in their friendship.

But still.

There was something under that friendship.

A romance that Maddie wasn’t quite ready for.

But maybe someday. Perhaps that was just the romantic in Tommy, though.

“Yeah,” said Maddie as she didn’t do much to hide her smile, “We’re watching Die Hard. Which is fun – who doesn’t like Die Hard?”

“True,” said Tommy with a smile.

He was happy for them. Maddie and Chimney were good people. He hoped that it went well for them, whether they stayed friends or became more.

And, like clockwork, there was the doorbell.

“Speak of the devil,” said Tommy as he stood up, “Want me to get that for you?”

“Yeah. Need to put this up before he sees how terrible I am at painting,” laughed Maddie as she grabbed her canvas and rushed over to the guest room.

Tommy set down his supplies, walking over to the front door. He opened it to find…

“Evan?” asked Tommy, smiling.

Evan was all dressed up.

Nice button-up shirt. Something handsome with small white dots on a navy backdrop. He had this slick leather jacket that made him look fantastic. These jeans that fit well on him. Hair gelled how he liked.

He looked ready for a date.

And – and he had flowers.

This big bounty of a bouquet. Almost obnoxiously big. Colorful and loud and kind of amazing. It was hard to look away from them.

“Hey, Tommy,” said Evan as he extended the flowers to Tommy, “I, uh. I didn’t call. And I’m sorry if you have plans. I’ll leave if you do. But – but I was thinking about you and I saw these flowers at this flower shop near my place and I was just thinking – I don’t know.”

Evan stepped closer.

“Fuck it. I really like you. And it’s not like I haven’t said that, but I know we’ve been keeping this lowkey mostly for me. And I’m – I’m not saying I’m ready for everything, but I’m ready for a little more,” continued Evan, “I want to do something fun. Want to go out tonight?”

And.

Tommy took the flowers. A little stunned.

“People don’t usually ask me out,” breathed Tommy, taken aback.

Not that Tommy was against it.

He.

He kind of liked that.

“I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to ask you out,” said Evan with a shrug, “But, hey. Maybe I’m biased.”

And.

Then, Tommy remembered why he answered the door.

“Chimney’s coming to pick up Maddie to hang out,” Tommy said as he stepped back into his house and – and where was he even going to hide the flowers?

Should he just put them in his room for now? Evan being over wasn’t weird. Tommy taught him Muay Thai. His sister was temporarily Tommy’s roommate. On the days Tommy gave Evan flying lessons, he generally came over first and let Tommy drive them to Harbor Station. It wasn’t weird for Evan to be here.

But the flowers were going to be hard to explain.

Tommy turned, walking straight down his hall until – “Hey. No. Don’t just – you don’t need to hide them for me.”

Tommy faltered.

He glanced at Evan.

“Are you sure?” asked Tommy.

Not that he didn’t believe Evan, but he felt as if he needed to ask.

Evan didn’t look nervous about the idea. Tommy wasn’t sure if Evan was even thinking about telling Chimney. Evan’s eyes wandered down and up Tommy, stopping for a moment at the flowers in Tommy’s hands and – Evan seemed to melt at it.

He walked up to Tommy and took Tommy’s face in his hands.

“Yeah,” said Evan as he leaned in for a devastating kiss, “I’m okay with this.”

“Well, you know I’m not opposed,” said Tommy softly, “Howie’s a good friend.”

And there.

Was the doorbell.

“I’ll get that,” Evan said.

Before Tommy could say Evan didn’t have to, that it was his house, Evan strode over to the front door and opened it himself. Like he lived there.

He kind of did, if Tommy was being honest.

Evan ended up sleeping in Tommy’s bed half the time nowadays.

“Chimney! Good to see you,” said Evan.

And – and Tommy could hear the slight confusion in Chimney’s voice as he said, “Buck? Uh. Are you visiting Maddie again?”

“No. I’m actually here for Tommy,” said Evan as he walked Chimney in, “Going out on a date with him.”

“What?” laughed Chimney before he looked from what Evan was wearing… to what Tommy was holding, “Wait, what?”

“I’m, uh. Bi,” said Evan, beaming.

“Good for you, Buckaroo,” said Chimney as he patted Evan’s shoulder and – kept staring between the two of them, “This… isn’t your first date, is it?”

Tommy glanced Evan’s way. Trying to ask what he was okay with giving Howie more information. Evan just seemed happy, so Tommy decided, okay, he could say a little more.

“We’ve been dating for months now,” explained Tommy, “Just been a little private about it.”

“Huh,” said Chimney, as if several things were making more sense to him now, “Well, I’m happy for you both.”

“Thanks,” gushed Evan, “He’s the best.”

“I’m – I don’t know. You’re great too,” said Tommy, his face falling into his flowers.

Wasn’t Tommy supposedly the smooth one here? What was happening?

“Is Maddie around?” asked Chimney.

“In the guest bedroom,” Tommy offered, his face still in the flowers.

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aria-ashryver · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday!

(yes, on a Saturday. Shh. It's fine.)

Thank you so much for the tags @stars-are-within-me @aallotarenunelma @peonierose !! This is was a lot of fun! 💖

Here's a ✨far too lengthy✨ look at some things I'm working on at the moment, because brevity? Don't know her!

Immortal Desires: Starlight, Chapter 38

‘I don’t ever want to fight with you again,’ Gabriel said on an explosive exhale, agony shaking loose from his lungs to lift free into the stale air. ‘I had no idea how much it would ache, not being by your side. Now that I know exactly what I’m missing. Never again.’

‘That shit sucked, yeah,’ Cas agreed, turning his head to press an idle kiss to Gabriel’s temple. ‘But, like… never? I dunno — that’s most of my schedule for the week. I had light bickering pencilled in for Thursday right after lunch, I’d hate to reschedule at such short notice. And then “fundamental disagreements about toast”, that’s locked in for Friday morning, after I bring you breakfast in bed…’

Cas shook his head ruefully.

‘Yeah, I just don’t see how I can get out of that one. Sorry, Adalhard.’

Gabriel sighed, a warm thread of laughter trickling down his throat to settle behind his ribcage. He nuzzled his cheek in closer —somehow— smiling against Cas’s skin.

‘Oh, you’re right,’ Gabriel said. ‘That would throw us right off for “squabble about whether to watch Blades or Bloodbound” on Friday night, god. We can’t miss that again.’

‘I’m sorry, Adalhard,’ Cas repeated.

His voice was insistent, tight with feeling; blinking, Gabriel looked up to see a muscle flickering in Cas’s jaw, his eyes bright and glassy.

‘I’m sorry, Gabriel.’

Immortal Desires: Into the Witch-Dark, Chapter 1

‘That was terrible. Again.’

Morag snapped her fingers; a sharp crack that echoed and warped in on itself, folding within the edges of space and time as they stole along an inky shore of black twilight. A sea of gold stars washed over Luca’s skin, turning it dazzling in this far-away, nothing space.

‘I’m trying,’ Luca gritted out, waiting to catch their breath where there was none to catch. A curious emptiness ached in the place where their lungs should be — here, he was little more than light, and choice, and reason.

His great aunt stared down at him, unimpressed. Where Luca would have met her gaze, he saw nothing but two burning, searing holes, the vacant glare behind them hungry for knowledge.

Funny that a ten foot light-being in a vaguely humanoid shape could still look so, so deeply unimpressed.

‘We have a handful of weeks, a month, at best, to get to the bottom of this. We don’t have time for “trying”. Succeed or die. Those are our choices.’

Luca scoffed. ‘Yeah, no pressure.’

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Aerin Fluff

After last night’s dismal attempt at putting together a meal —when Willow had politely but firmly told him that what he had created was an affront to nature and gently escorted him away from the cooking area— he’d woken this morning determined to redeem himself.

In the cooking department, at least.

Like his other attempts at redeeming himself, it wasn’t exactly going great.

‘I am nothing if not consistent,’ Aerin said to no one in particular as he watched a spray of oil spit and leap from the sizzling pan. He yelped as it landed in the flames, the fire leaping up in an orange-red column of flame.

‘Woah, there, let me just—’

A large, calloused hand reached past his waist to grab the pan by the handle, adjusting it on the cooking stand until it was no longer in danger of setting itself, Aerin, and the entire Whimsywood aflame.

‘Okay, first we save breakfast, then we save Morella.’ Dorian fixed Aerin with a grin. ‘Move it.’

Bumping him out of the way with his hip, Dorian took over at the helm.

‘I had everything perfectly under control,’ Aerin lied.

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Nia angst

He’d knelt before her to tug out her old, ragged laces, grinning up at her as she’d wobbled on one foot, balancing her hands on his shoulders. He re-laced her boots with swift, deft movements, stealing half a moment to lay his hand over her own when he was done and give it a quick squeeze.

‘Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall in front of the dwarves of Zaradun, now, would we?’

His palm was broad and calloused, warm where it lay over her own. It was the first time he’d touched her in nineteen days. Since he’d healed her by the lake in the Whimsywood. She’d counted. She ached for him. All too soon, Dorian drew is hand away and rose, tossing her a carefree wink as he sauntered off.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

It never did, these days.

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Aerin angst + smut

[A/N: no smut in the excerpt but there is a smooch 🥰]

Aerin worried his lip. ‘I wanted… I wanted to believe it was real,’ he admitted. ‘That even despite all I’ve done, there might somehow be a way. That you could truly—’

‘Love you?’ Dorian cut him off, his gaze insistent. The night air lashed wildly around them, branches whipping in their trees. Though it was cold, Aerin’s skin seared beneath Dorian’s hands. ‘I do.’

Aerin blinked. ‘W-what?’

Frozen, Aerin could only watch in quiet bewilderment as Dorian lowered his head to meet him. He caught Aerin’s lip between his teeth, biting down on a snarl, kissing him with a fervour that bordered on punishing. A needy moan escaped Aerin’s throat as he opened to him, their tongues meeting in a heated glide that had Aerin grateful for the tree at his back, lest he lose his footing entirely.

They broke apart on a shuddering gasp. Heat flooded into Aerin’s cheeks.

‘Does this feel real to you?’ Dorian growled.

For a long time, they simply looked at each other. Dorian’s gaze bore into his own, and all at once, Aerin understood he wasn’t looking, he was seeing— Dorian saw to the very heart of him; all his bitterness; all his lies; his hate and pain and open scars and chose to love him anyway.

‘Say it,’ Aerin choked out, his voice a colourless whisper, the weight of the revelation so immense that it had all but rendered him mute.

Dorian tilted his head, his eyes raking slow over Aerin’s face; eyes, nose, lips, back again in tender passes.

Aerin wasn’t breathing.

‘I need to hear you say it.’

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vishnavishivaa · 1 year

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Of Babies, Cookies and Love

@yehsahihai and I are back with yet another collab! It is SUPER LONG, so enjooooyyyyyy.

Arun- Arulmozhi Varman

Kshithija- Vanathi

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“We really should do something about it, shouldn’t we?” Aditya asked Nandhini, who was playing with their daughter Srija. “They helped us get ourselves together and understand that we really want each other.”

Nandhini briefly paused, wondering for a second whom he was referring to before wincing slightly and saying, “I’d say we should, but I am seriously considering if it is worth the headache we will have to go through to get them together.”

“Areyy-”

Aditya was interrupted from finishing the rest of his statement as his nine month old daughter loudly squealed in joy as her mother’s fingers found a particularly ticklish spot on her stomach. He stopped, admiring her rosy cheeks and dark eyes, the latter inherited from him, the shape round and wide like her mother’s.

He did not realize his wife now smirking at him, her expression one of amusement.

“You were saying, Adi?”

“Nandhu, come on. They need to be together. It is tiring even the parents on both sides out, and Kaveri has already planned half of Thija’s baby shower by now.”

Nandhini waved him off, as she said, “Please. I’ve got a whole binder of their wedding arrangements planned, plus her bridal trousseau and his too.”

Aditya laughed as he heard his Nandhini say that, before realising that she was in fact not laughing. “Wait, you’re serious?”

She nodded in affirmation.

“Oh wow… I may have a bachelor party trip planned for Arun, like Zindagi Na Milenge Dobaara,” he said, half sheepish but not really sorry.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled, giving away the fondness she felt. She knew he would! Plus Deva had helped.

“We really do need to get them together don’t we?”

Aditya grinned as he recognised the glint in her eyes, Scooching to be closer to her. “What are you thinking?”

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“Arun please. You know I wouldn’t call you for this unless it was really an emergency.”

“Anna, you know that I work late on Fridays na? Then why?”

“Arun please. Plus you can work from here right?”

Arun groaned as his anna kept persisting, wondering if it would be too rude to just cut the call right there.

“Anna-”

“Thija will be there as well.”

Arun stilled instantly as he heard that, internally cursing his anna for being so perceptive. He knew that whatever he had been feeling for her for a while now was more than just friendship, but the fact that even Aditya anna and Kaveri akka had picked up on it……

He was beginning to think he was a terrible actor.

Snappily he asked, “Why does that matter?”

Aditya grinned at the phone, easily picturing his brother’s disgruntled expression and blush that seemed to spring up whenever Thija was mentioned.

“Oh it doesn’t. I’m just saying it because she can help you so you don’t have to worry so much about looking after Sri through the night.”

Arun huffed, before giving in, realizing it was a lost cause. Plus he did love his niece the most, and so did she, despite whatever akka might say.

“Fine. But you owe me for this. Big time.”

“Whatever you say, kuzhandhai,” Aditya teased, cutting the call thankfully. Arun sighed. Srija and Thija in one night?

How could he even think of work?

He called his secretary, asking him to cancel all his work for the evening. He should groom a little before going.

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Kshithija had been called by Nandhini to babysit her god daughter Srija, the light of her life. She would be spending time with Arun too, for they had been asked together, for some reason. Not that she minded.

Arun was one of her best friends, and she loved being around him. She tried not to name the butterflies that danced in her every time he was mentioned around her, every time she thought of him, or any time he was as much in her vicinity. He was her best friend’s brother, her other best friend, and it was not done by girl code. Though Kavi had been pushing her towards Arun often, now that she thought of it.

She should not be thinking about this, but here she was.

Logically she knew that asking him out was the next step. She also knew however, that if he did not return her feelings, she would be left feeling terrible which would then make him feel terrible which would then mean..

Ughh, it was too much to think of. It would be a cycle of misery for both if he rejected her.

She parked her car, turning it off and grabbing the cookies she had baked for Aditya, Nandhini and Arun.

Maybe they could share it as dessert.

Arun’s car was already there. Damn it, now she had no time to prepare herself. She knew he worked longer hours on Fridays, so that he could take Saturday off, and had planned accordingly, but now…

She immediately smiled as she saw Nandhini and Aditya exit their home, knowing how rare it was that they got to go out these days, with Sri being so young.

Nanadhini reached her first, immediately pulling her into a hug, followed by Aditya.

“Well, you look nice”, Naadhini said, giving a once over to Thija who immediately felt a blush rose as she realised what was being implied.

“Oh shush”, she retorted. “I should be saying that to you.”

Aditya’s grin widened as he saw the box in Thija’s hands, as he asked, “Are those cookies?”

She nodded, prompting an exchange of very suspicious looking grins from the couple in front of her.

“What?”, she asked defensively.

“Nothing, nothing. Arun is already inside, so if you need anything he’ll be there ok? Bye”, Nadhini threw over her shoulder as she walked with Aditya towards their car, still grinning in that all too suspicious manner.

Did they suspect her feelings for Arun?

Her cheeks turned red at the very thought. Shaking it off, she walked into their house, closing and locking the door, knowing that both had their keys on them. Slipping off her footwear, she checked herself in the hallway mirror and took a deep breath.

“He is your best friend, Thiju,” she whispered to herself, before walking to the living room, where she was sure Arun would be with Srija.

“Hey you…” she paused at the entrance of the living room, her breath completely knocked out of her chest. Her eyes could only gaze in pure love and adoration at the blissful sight in front of her. Arun sat on the floor, his knees propped up, Srija cradled there, his two hands holding on to his niece incredibly tenderly. He had gotten rid of his shirt, now only in a black vest and jeans, his strong, well built arms flexing with the amount of control he was applying, something he made look easy. He was pressing his forehead to Srija’s, whispering to her in a baby voice, random nonsense that somehow made sense to him and Srija.

Oh…

Oh my…

Ishvara!

She was completely head over heels in love with him, wasn’t she?

She could feel her body tremble with the fever of sudden realization, and her mind spun wild images of him with their child; what a doting father he would be. Her lips parted in surprise at her thoughts, as she forced them down, Arun looking at her that exact moment, a smile brighter than the morning sun spreading across his ethereally handsome face.

Arun knew of course. Somehow it was like he’d developed a sixth sense for her. He knew when she had walked in, and he had felt her gaze piercing him, setting off a low heat that spread through his body, somehow managing to relax him and give him jitters simultaneously.

“Arun,” Kshithija said, her voice breathy, filling him with thoughts of her breathing his name in gasps and moans.

“Thiju, there you are,” he turned to his niece, focusing on her sweet eyes, saying in a baby voice, “See, your Kshithija Chitti is also here!”

Srija seemed to understand, for she immediately clapped her hands as best as she could, squealing happily.

“I am here, chellame,” Kshithija went into Chitti mode, cooing and keeping the box in her hand on the coffee table before scooping Srija up, her hair brushing against Arun’s forearm unplanned.

Arun stilled ever so slightly at her touch. Damn his heart for doing all sorts of gymnastics around her. And why did she have to be so heart-wrenchingly lovely that he couldn’t even look away for a second?

He continued to take her in, a flood of emotions and feelings overtaking him as he saw her with Srija in her arms, spinning her around and laughing. Truly, if he could bottle her laugh, he knew he’d be intoxicated for the rest of his life.

The urge to wrap his arms around her waist and play with Srija along with her was filling his eyes and mind, hurting his heart with just how much he wanted that.

Wanted her.

Would she be his if he asked her this very second? Would she let him date her? Take her for street food festivals, long beach walks and drives, take her to exotic places around the world. Would she let him hold her hand every day, cook for her, press her feet when she is tired?

Thija glanced over at him at that moment, raising her brows as though to ask, “What’s wrong?” causing him to quickly shake his head and flash a small smile at her.

She walked over to him, making him crane his neck in order to see her properly, breath catching as he saw her ginning down at him.

“Hi”

“Hey”, he said, playing along.

“What happened? You zoned out just now. I saw it. Work?”

“No no. I am not working more for the day,” he said softly, tracing her lovely face with his eyes, like a man parched without water.

“Hmm, in that case help me out. There’s cookies in that box and-

“There’s COOKIES?”

Thija startled slightly, not expecting the reaction from Arun. Slightly bemused at his sheepish expression she continued, “Yes there’s cookies and they need to go in the fridge.”

“Can I have one?” he asked her hopefully, flashing his famous puppy eyes at her, though they rarely worked on her, for some reason. That very thought made him pout.

“Only one, Run. The rest is for post dinner,” she laughed sweetly when he hurried to take one.

“Ok but, consider-”

“No. Honestly, one would think you’ve never had sweets the way you pounce on them the moment they’re within reach.”

“But you always make the best desserts”, he partially whined, turning the puppy eyes to max. She remained unmoving.

“Still no. Go put them in the fridge. And I know how many there are in the box by the way”, she called out as he huffed and walked away with the box. “So don’t even think of sneaking one.”

He placed the box in the fridge, smiling at how well she knew him, and how much she accepted her rights over him. Would she not take it romantically too?

He walked back outside, melting at the sight of Kshithija still cooing at Srija, who was watching the former with wide, happy eyes, squealing when she saw him.

“Want Chittappa, my darling?” he cooed, taking her from Thija’s arms, but purposely touching the latter’s palms fully. He tried not to smirk at the gasp she let out, glad that he did have that effect on her.

Kshithija blushed, his touch sending sparks through her. It was almost like he knew… she paused. Wait… he was not the kind to do something like this unless… HE KNEW!

Of her feelings.

And he is not the kind to tease a woman like that if they had feelings for him, except if… he too felt something for her… He liked her too?

Hope bloomed within her when she realized that he too felt something for her… could they then build something together?

“Thiju? Thij? Are you okay?” he called out. She came back to reality, looking at him, taking in his concerned eyes.

“I am Run. I am,” she allowed her affection to peek out in her tone and gaze.

He nodded, though still seemed skeptical. “Well, what should we do?”

Srija took that moment to grab his hair, yanking at it with all the strength in her body, causing his to wince in pain as he muttered, “Ow, ow, Sri no! We’ve talked about this. You do not- OW!”

Thija burst out laughing at the sight of Arun, now flailing about trying to get a baby to leave his precious hair.

“Oh I’m glad you find this amusing”, he almost growled at her, trying to gently pry her hands away. To her credit she did not budge, latching on tighter. Arun was sure she had pulled out his hair at this point. The thought almost made him weep. His hair had taken so long to grow and he took such good care of it to make it look good. Plus he had put in extra effort today for Thija and here his own niece, his flesh and blood was ruining it.

Kshithija laughed, gently reaching up to remove Srija’s hand from his hair, trying not to sigh in contentment at how luscious and soft his hair was. She really wanted to run her hand through his thick curls. How delightful it would be!

“Thank you, Thiju,” he smiled at her, his heart beating fast. Would she not rake her hand through his curls and soothe him after long days of work?

“You’re welcome”, she said, softly, trying to cover her blush at their proximity. Clearing her throat she stepped back, looking at the now-fussy Srija who seemed extremely upset at not having her uncle’s hair to yank on anymore.

“I-uh. I’m gonna go heat up her milk bottle. Then we can bathe her and put her to bed”

She began to walk over to the kitchen, before realising Arunw as following her. Whirling around she asked, “Arun, what-”

The words dying down as she saw a very sheepish Arun, holding Srija who seemed to be holding the end of her dupatta.

“She just grabbed on, and I didn’t want her to cry, so…”

She stared for a beat longer before shaking her head and gently prying it away from Srija’s hands, who immediately began to pout as her eyes filled with tears.

Arun quickly exchanged panicked glances with Thija who seemed to have frozen as she realised that a tantrum was well on its way.

“Do something!”

“Me? You’re the one who took the dupatta from her. You do something!”

“I’m heating up her milk! She’s in your arms, ergo your responsibility.”

“Did you seriously just use ergo in a conversation?”

Srija took that moment to let out a wail, causing both of them to flinch. Fixing him with a galre that screamed, “Fix this”, Thija turned to look for her bottle.

He hummed softly to Srija, rocking her in his arms.

“Chitti is making food for you, see,” he said in a cute voice. “Please don’t cry chellame.”

Srija continued wailing, and he looked desperate. Smirking when Thija turned, he grabbed the end of her dupatta, giving it to Srija, who stopped crying.

“Run!”

“Yes Thiju?” he said innocently, laughing when she glared at him, though the smile on her lips gave her real thoughts away.

“I cannot have her fiddling with my clothes and work near the stove at the same time. Take her away.”

This was apparently the wrong thing to say because she burst out crying even louder than before causing Arun to glare at Thija.

“Now look what you’ve done.

“M-Me? YOU GAVE HER MY DUPATTA! This is on you!”

“Can we please deal with the crying child first!?”

“You”, she said poking a finger into his chest. “You are dealing with the child.”

He shot a glare at her, before maneuvering Srija to rest her head on his shoulder as he began to softly pat her back. Pacing the kitchen he quietly began to hum, relief settling in as he realised she had quietened.

“Manikkam katti, vairam idai katti, aani ponnal seidha vana siru thottil,” he started singing the Pasuram, which he knew his niece loved listening to.

Kshithija almost froze as she cooled down the milk. His voice… oh his baritone had become smooth like butter, silky in texture, pure love and reverence abundant in the tone, as he sang to calm his niece down. Oh, how his voice made her want to rock against her feet and fall into his arms, sleep on his chest as they cuddled up to Srija together, holding their niece and each other to sleep…

“My sweet girl, see, your milk is ready,” said Thija softly, going close and feeding Srija, the little one refusing to leave her rest.

Srija promptly turned her head away, refusing to look at Thija, prompting Arun to stifle a snort.

“Looks like someone’s upset.”

“Mannupugazh kosalai than, mani vayiru vaaithavane,” Kshithija sang, ignoring Arun, knowing her niece always came around to this song.

Arun felt time slow down as he heard the melody leave her lips. How was it possible that he had never heard her sing before? How could he have missed this? Her voice seemed to comprise the sunlight itself, his heart being doubly fast the longer he let it linger in his mind. For one moment he pictured it; A time in the future when they would share the same space, lying on their bed, her singing as he held their child. It was overwhelming in the best of ways.

Kshithija sang to her niece, who finished her milk, Arun burping her gently on instinct alone, still lost in Kshithija.

“Run? Arun?”

Her call of his name brought him back to reality.

“Shall we bathe her and put her to sleep?”

H nodded, lifting Srija up in the air as she giggled and said, “Let’s go bathe you challeame”

Srija, in fact, did not want to take a bath. No she wanted a water fight. The floor of the bathroom was completely wet, Arun’s hair was dripping water, and his clothes were in a similar state. How could one child cause so much havoc was beyond him. Thija was in a similar state, although she seemed to be enjoying it just as much as the little demoness currently splashing about in her little tub.

“You”, he said pointing to Srija, who looked up with an expression of perfect innocence, “Are a menace.”

Thija laughed, a clear bright sound that enchanted him every time, as she responded, “Please. You love her.”

“That does not mean that she is not a menace,” he laughed.

“True”, she answered as she picked up a squirming Srija, and swaddled her, bumping their noses together as Arun felt his heart grow two sizes too big for his ribcage.

Taking her to her nursery, they quickly dressed her despite her incessant wriggling; Thija couldn’t help feeling as though something was fundamentally shifting between them the longer they stood there, near each other, working seamlessly. Could this be her future? Their future one day?

“Doing up the last button on her onesie, Thija suddenly realised something, turning to face Arun who had already turned towards her. Their foreheads collided, as she winced from the impact, muttering “Ow, ow, ow.”

“Oh gods. Are you ok? Let me see”, came Arun’s slightly panicked voice.

Waving his hand away she replied, “I’m fine, I’m good. I just realised, now we actually have to get her to-”

The words faded as Arun's hand made its way to cup her face, looking at her with an odd intensity in his eyes, causing an instant blush to appear on her face.

“Ar-Arun? What are- What are you doing?” she stuttered as he brought his face closer. He wasn’t going to-

Gently, she felt him bumping his forehead to hers, still staring at her as he whispered, “We’ll grow horns if it only happens once.”

Shaking her head slightly, giddy from his proximity she replied, “You’re such a child.”

Arun grinned as he fired back, “Please. You love me.”

If only he knew how true it actually was. Feeling her blush intensifying she retorted, “In your dreams Arun.”

“Always,” he whispered.

“I am sorry?” Kshitija blinked. Had he just said always?

“Nothing Thiju, nothing,” he lingered with the touch before moving away reluctantly.

“Arun,...”

“Come, let us get her to sleep.”

Srija was out like a light, ten minutes later. Sighing in relief, they made their way out of her room, tiptoeing in order to not alert her of their absence. Quietly shutting the door behind him Arun turned to look at Thija who had collapsed on the sofa, turning to look at him with a tired smile on her face. He made his way over to her, poking her side to let her make space for him, prompting a halfhearted glare from her. Settling down he said, “I don’t know how they do it everyday. I’m exhausted and it’s only been a few hours.”

“I think when it’s about your own child you don’t think about the effort. Just about the happiness that comes with it.”

Arun hummed, throwing his head back in a similar fashion to rest, as Thija cracked open an eye to look at him.

“Arun. Run. Oye, listen.”

“What?”

“Your clothes. They’re wet. You should change out of them before you catch a cold.”

He got up, grumbling as he realised she was right. Looking over at her kurta, though he had been trying very hard not to, he said, “So should you. I think you got a worse treatment than me.”

“I know. But I genuinely don’t think I can rifle through Nandhini’s closet and try to figure out what I can wear.”

Arun grinned as he got up, telling her, “Wait here.”

Walking into the spare room, that had practically become his with the number of times he stayed over, he looked through the drawers, grinning when he found it. Walking out, he shook Thija gently, feeling his heart melt as she sleepily looked at him.

“Here. I left it here the last time and didn’t take it back, so…….”

Grinning, Thija took the hoodie from him, craning her neck to look at him, feeling the butterflies erupt at his gesture.

“You know if I take this, you won’t get it back right?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You sure?” asked Thija. “I have seen you wear this exact hoodie many times, Run.”

‘That is why I want you to wear it,’ he thought, but out loud, said, “Thiju, wear it, please. It is fine.”

Nodding, she got off the couch, taking the hoodie from his hands, breath hitching as their fingers grazed each other. Walking into the room, she quickly shrugged off her kurta, grabbing a towel to dry herself off before slipping the hoodie on. A wave of instant warmth hit her, as she took in a deep breath, noticing how much bigger it was on her. She was reminded of the warmth and comfort of being under a warm blanket during the rains, as she buried her face in the hem of the hoodie noting how it distinctly smelled of his cologne.

“I am so far gone”, she thought as she walked out, closing the door only to look up and see Arun staring at her, the same intensity from earlier returning to his eyes.

By Ishvara, had he done the right thing?

She looked like she was his in his hoodie, and he just… wanted to gather her in his arms and kiss her beautiful face, hold her and never let her go. It was as if he had laid a claim on her with her use of his favourite hoodie.

How could words do justice to the beauty she showcased in that moment? With loose hair, a pair of palazzo pants, and his hoodie, she looked homey, cozy and comfortable- a combination that made him feel home, the blush on her face giving him sudden hope.

Maybe…

Should he ask her out?

Clearing her throat to ease the sudden tension that was building up, she asked, “Do you- Do you want to eat dinner now? Or the cookies?”

Raising one eyebrow at her, Arun teased, “Are you suggesting we eat dessert for dinner Thiju?”

Goodness, the blush was becoming a permanent fixture on her face at this rate. Pulling herself up she retorted, “If you don’t want to Arun that’s fine. More for me.”

He stared for a beat, then another, then

“ME FIRST”

“NO WAY”

Scrambling their way to the kitchen, the skidded to a stop in front of the fridge, reaching for the box at the same time. Glaring at him she tugged the box towards her, announcing, “I made them so I get them.”

Unrelenting he tugged it back, scowling as he said, “Given that I reached it first, I get it.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

She narrowed her eyes at him for a second, suddenly darting her hand out to tickle his side, knowing exactly his weak spots after years of friendship. Yelping he quickly swatted her hand away leaving the box free to be wrenched out of his grasp.

“YESSSSS!”

Arun’s mouth fell open as he realised exactly what she’d done. Walking over to her, he quickly spun her around, pleased at the little gasp she let out as he bent to lift her in his arms.

“Arun, this is not funny! PUT ME DOWN”

“Give me the box and I will.”

She spluttered for a moment, giving him enough time to note how perfectly she fit against him.

“Absolutely not.”

He shrugged, saying “Fine. Then I’ll just-

Feinting dropping her, he let out a low grunt as her free arm came to wrap around is neck, fingers digging into the skin most likely leaving a mark. Not that he was complaining.

“Fine, fine”, she gasped out. “We’ll split. 50-50”

“Deal?”

“Yes, deal. Now put me down.”

“But I am so comfortable like this,” he pouted at her, not really wanting to let her go.

“Run…” it was not like she wanted to leave his arms, but any more holding from him, and she would start kissing him wherever she found space to.

“Okay,” he half pouted, seating her on the couch and plopping down right next to her, pressing his thigh to hers as casually as he could.

Thija stopped breathing for a second as she felt the warm press of his body against hers. This whole evening was starting to feel like they’d stepped into uncharted waters and she wasn’t sure that there was any way to turn back.

Still in her mind, she didn’t register Arun calling out to her, until he poked her side, eliciting a very undignified yelp from her.

“What?”

“Cookie?”

“You are unbelievable.”

He grinned; the same broad one that always sent her heart into a tizzy as he held out the treat to her. Muttering a soft thank you, she took it from his hands, smiling in pride at the appreciative groan he let out.

“Have I ever told you that you make the best desserts?”

“Many times.”

“Good. Because it’s true.”

Her answering smile was enough to cause a swarm of butterflies to erupt in his chest, even more so as he felt her slowly lean into his space. Holding his breath he waited till she had fully settled against his shoulder to exhale, resting his cheek against the top of her head as they both sat there in content silence.

Mustering up the courage he said, “We should do this again. Without the kid, I mean.”

She froze as she heard the words from him, slowly sitting up to look at him properly, causing his heart to work double time in his chest as he mentally cursed himself. He was just about to take it back when-

“Like a date?”

Thija waited for his response, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw him momentarily go silent, opening her mouth to speak, before he beat her to it.

“Yes. Yes, exactly like a date.”

She giggled at that, a familiar warmth blooming throughout his body as she settled back against him and said, “Well, as far as asking someone out goes that was absolutely terrible. But yes, Arun, I will go on a date with you.”

Arun laughed, a full bodied laugh that vibrated through him and sent reverberations through her as well. Feeling the brush of his lips against her temple, she heard him say, “Trust me Thija. I will more than make up for it, as long as you let me have you.”

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sirloozelite · 1 year

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Rex: So you’re dating Ahsoka?

Kaeden: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Rex: That’s literally a wedding ring.

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Rex: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Ahsoka: Do not do that.

Rex: You won’t even notice!

Kaeden, entering: Rex, you wanted to see me again?

Rex: Ahsoka's single

Ahsoka: 😑

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Rex: What have you done with Kaeden?

Ahsoka: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

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Kaeden: Well, remember when Ahsoka made a romantic dinner for me?

Rex: Kaeden, she microwaved you a pizza.

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Rex: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Kaeden. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Kaeden!

Ahsoka: Nope.

Rex: In that case, as the archbishop of Ahsoka's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Kaeden right on the lips!!!

Ahsoka: Rex!

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Ahsoka: So, what’s Kaeden's type?

Rex: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, convor lover.

Ahsoka: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Rex: Did I mention oblivious?

Ahsoka: Yeah, why?

Rex: Okay, just making sure.

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Ahsoka: I asked Kaeden out.

Rex: Oh, I’m sorry.

Ahsoka: Why?

Rex: Well, I assume they said no.

Ahsoka: No, they said yes.

Rex: Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

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Rex: Hey, Ahsoka, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Ahsoka: Yeah.

Rex: And you, Kaeden?

Kaeden: Umm... yes?

Rex: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Kaeden: Did he just-

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Rex: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Ahsoka: Well Kaeden and I-

Kaeden: *elbows Ahsoka*

Ahsoka: ...wouldn't know.

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Rex: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Ahsoka: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Kaeden walks in*

Ahsoka: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

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Kaeden: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Ahsoka: *raises hand, not understanding the human terminology*

Rex: *puts her hand down*

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Ahsoka: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Rex: Did Kaeden say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Ahsoka: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Kaeden: So, what is Rex to you?

Ahsoka: The reason I wake up every morning.

Kaeden: ...That’s adorable.

Rex earlier that morning, barging into Ahsoka′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

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Rex: So, are you two dating now?

Ahsoka & Kaeden: Yes.

Rex: Why?

Ahsoka: I happen to find Kaeden very appealing.

Rex: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Kaeden.

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Rex: I know you love them.

Ahsoka: I am not in love with Kaeden!

Rex, staring at Ahsoka: I never said who...

Ahsoka: *realizes*

Ahsoka: Shit. Well, anyways-

#star wars #ahsoka tano #kaeden larte #captain rex #kaesoka #poor rex #ahsoka #incorrect quotes generator

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kisskissbanggang · 1 year

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 16 ✨🚀

[2.7k words, 10min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Chan x Fem. Reader, Seungmin x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters- Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Ominous Plot Hints, Miserable Disappointment, TWO SMOOCHES, Coffee in the Morning, Terrible Mornings After, Chan is Such a Dick, Seungmin Might Actually be a Good Boy, Reader has a Terrible Idea, Always Check the Tags]

[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]

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You didn't catch a single wink of sleep after what Chan said.

Chan, on the other hand, slept great judging by how chipper he was when you reluctantly awoke.

Fine. You did sleep, but it wasn't nearly enough, and it wasn't good sleep.

And there was a good, extra reason for that, besides the captain nonchalantly making you paranoid of practically the whole crew again in one fell swoop. Judging by the alarm clock on Chan’s bedside table, the two of you had slept in.

“Come on,” Chan whined, lobbing your shirt at you. “Everyone’s probably up by now.” He was wearing his bionic limbs and fully dressed, even smoking a clip before he realized he was publicly being a hypocrite, and now he was rushing you to put your clothes back on. The captain clicked off the clip and shoved it in his pocket before throwing you your shorts next.

You groggily pulled on your underwear and clothes, shuffling out of Chan’s bed so you could put on your shoes. He leaned against his desk, reading something on his tablet. You felt him looking at you. When you hazarded a glance back at him, he only smirked, like he had a little secret.

Chan easily intercepted you when you approached his door, caressing an arm around your shoulder and leading you to his closet instead before he briefly hugged you, his lips pressing to your temple.

“That was fun last night,” he said.

“It was,” you tepidly agreed. It was true, but that didn't mean you had to feel good about it. “Any reason I can't embark on my Walk of Shame?”

“Oh,” the captain chuckled before leaning down to open the hatch to the service access, “it’d be weird if the guys know we slept together again, that's all.”

“You can not be serious!” you groaned.

He flipped open the hatch. “I am!”

“Well, you should apologize!”

“I won't!”

You gawked at him, arms folded across your chest in offense. In response, Chan rolled his eyes, his stance complementing your own with his hands on his hips.

“Fine!” he relented. “What am I apologizing for?”

Your arms dropped to your sides, stunned. “For telling everyone in the first place!”

He shrugged and began ushering you into the hatch. “It’s not that big a deal, dude.”

“It is clearly a big deal to you, you prick!” You bristled, shoving yourself back against the wall of the closet in refusal of being coerced into the service access. This was achieving something with Chan, but it was difficult to parse out exactly what.

The captain cocked his head, looking away and just embarrassed enough to satisfy you. “Fine,” he repeated. “It matters, okay? It’s complicated. A lot of this is complicated. You are complicated.”

“Maybe because I’m a person?” you clarified.

Chan reluctantly nodded.

“Maybe because you humiliated and shamed me in front of the crew as some power move?”

There was a hesitance before Chan gave in and nodded again. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“Fine,” he sighed a third time. “I’m sorry for telling everyone in the first place. Now will you do me this favor, please?”

“Holy shit,” you scoffed, lowering yourself down into the hatch, “you’re way cuter when you’re not being a narcissistic jackass.”

You hopped into the opening, stormed through the service access, and down into your cabin, almost audibly grumbling from how much the captain had got under your skin. First he pulled the rug out from under you with the entire nonsense with the ring, sending you spiraling into a whole mess of doubt and paranoia, but then he had to go and be a fickle asshole in the morning after being incredibly vulnerable and affectionate with you again. You were resigned to actually making good on the threat you’d originally made when you formed your alliance the previous night: if he ever touched you again, now you’d definitely break his knees.

That asshole.

Dreading running into anyone before you were mentally ready, you opted to simply gargle some mouthwash into the utility sink in the workshop before heading to the galley. You were far too discombobulated to bother with any surprises this morning. On the screen next to the kitchen, someone had put the flight path back on now that the detour to Phaborus was complete. The Ambler would dock at Sentury Station the following night. Jisung had told you that this would be where you would sell the ring if you wanted a good payday, but now you had his other lead as well. The clock was ticking.

You’d been pretty set on asking Seungmin for help with this when you couldn’t sleep, but now your doubts were far louder, forcing you to reconsider. Chan was unequivocally off the table after this morning. Jisung wasn’t on your shit list anymore, but there was still the troubling matter of him stealing from you in the first place. Felix would likely only be able to provide limited support with his skillset, unfortunately, and you didn’t like that Changbin was capable of keeping a giant secret from someone he was so close to. Then there was Hyunjin and Jeongin, who you simply didn’t know enough to trust. That did, once again, leave Seungmin.

The galley was sparsely populated when you took a look around. Felix and Changbin were nowhere to be seen, with the former likely still being knocked out on those painkillers Minho gave him. By now, it seemed like Minho thought the ranger should just sleep through recovery. You were relieved to not see Chan, and humored that maybe you delayed just enough to have missed him. Hyunjin sipped some coffee while he read his tablet in the booth, and Jisung was helping with dishes while Jeongin sat on the counter. Another hot ball of doubt was burning in your gut, but you knew you had to trust yourself. You could do this yourself, but you were in all new environments that you’d never worked in before, navigating social expectations and cultures you’d never experienced. Although it was hard to trust yourself, you knew that doing so and asking for help was the only answer.

The only problem was the navigator was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” Jisung kindly greeted you.

“Good morning,” Jeongin added. “Nova, can you take Lee’s food to him?”

“Sure,” you nodded, trying to be casual while you reached for the plate being handed to you. “Did everyone else eat?”

“Not everyone,” Jeongin shook his head. “Seungmin was first, just grabbed his food and went back to the bridge. He looked super busy. Changbin grabbed some grub for him and Felix, then Jisung and Hyunjin came. That just leaves you and–”

“Hey!” Chan cheerily greeted from the door.

You had to stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

“Did I miss anything fun?” the captain added. You attempted to edge your way out of the kitchen. A straight shot to see Minho personally right now would help you to not have to bother with so much–

“Not really,” Jeongin shrugged. “Jisung is helping with the dishes and Nova is taking food down to the bounty.”

You almost preemptively sighed.

“Oh really?” Chan chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

A familiar bionic hand descended in your view to grab the plate in your hands. You turned to share a disgruntled look with Chan.

“You’re banned from waitress duties, remember?” he laughed.

You should’ve known an opportunity like that was too good to last. Instead of arguing, however, you let him leave, waiting until he was out of sight to slide out of the kitchen and head towards the bridge. It wouldn’t be worth bickering with Chan anyway.

The bridge was eerily quiet. Federal watch requirements were more lax in jumpspace, so especially with no one at the consoles, it was weirdly empty. Only uninterrupted space laid in front of you, with maybe a couple dots out in the distance that were actually other ships. You peeked into the empty nav office, where the only inhabitants were Seungmin’s charts, neatly stuffed into cubby holes lining the wall all the way up to the ceiling.

You checked on the empty library, someone’s unclaimed tablet laying on a charging pad by a plush easy chair in the small space, and then you took a quick glance at the medical office across the way. No sign of Seungmin anywhere, until you turned and saw the navigator’s cabin door open, only an inch or so. You edged your nose into the crack of the door, looking inside and finding no one.

However, when you turned back around, you screamed as you found yourself face to face with him.

“Seungmin!” you gasped, catching your breath.

“Spying on me?” he ribbed.

“Looking for you,” you corrected.

He grinned and scooted in next to you in the doorway before holding it open for you. “Well here I am,” he chuckled. “Wanna come in?”

“Sure,” you smiled bashfully. In a moment of terror, you wondered if your hickey from the other day had finally faded. Regardless, you followed Seungmin into his cabin, taking a second to enjoy the better view. Previously, you’d only had glances in here. The first thing you noticed was that Seungmin seemed to prefer much brighter settings, his light level far higher than everyone else, who apparently preferred dim or no lights at all. He had his own coffee machine tucked into the corner of his desk, along with some random trinkets. A stuffed bear, a pouch made of wood beads, a collection of pretty rocks – you found yourself wishing you could just forget the whole reason you came here and ask him about these items instead, simply enjoy your time with him like you found it so easy to do already.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He walked over to the desk and grabbed a couple mugs from his personal collection.

The question was unexpectedly penetrating. There was a lot wrong. And it apparently showed on your face. Seungmin passed you a cup of coffee before climbing up onto his makeshift bed on the windowsill, his “nest” as you’d called it the first time you saw it. He patted the blanket next to him and he set his mug down. Seungmin took your coffee in one hand, and your hand in his other before hoisting you up. You tried the hot brew, enjoying it a surprising amount. The navigator was looking at you expectantly, and you nodded your approval of the coffee. His expression changed then, shifting right to a worried frown. He reached a hand over, cupping your cheek and encouraging you to look at him.

“Not the coffee,” he shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

The repeated question finally got an answer out of you. His hand was warm on your cheek. “So, about my ring…”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I, er, wasn’t aware that it already had a reputation before I came on board.”

Seungmin retracted his hand at that point, returning to his mug. “Ah,” he nodded stoically. “I see.”

“And Chan told me last night that the bounty–”

“When did you talk to Chan? I don’t think I saw him after the launch last night so I assumed he was in his cabin all evening unless I was just missing him entirely.”

You and Seungmin locked eyes, and your resolve immediately crumbled.

“He told me in his cabin last night,” you admitted.

Seungmin’s eyebrows raised a little, but he didn’t look offended or anything similar. At minimum, his expression was cryptic. “Were you just… talking? In Chan’s cabin?”

A heavy silence filled Seungmin’s room. You were still taking in the whole space. A box with spare guitar strings and picks sat on a shelf. He had a pennant for military academy, full of written well wishes from friends.

“... No,” you finally told him. “Not just talking.”

Seungmin’s thumb was rigidly tracing the lip of his mug. He was no longer looking at you, but it appeared he was looking at your knee touching his where you sat together. “Anyone else’s cabin you’ve visited?” he asked.

You silently nodded.

It wasn’t lost on you that this was unexpectedly jealous of the navigator, or even a little possessive.

But you were flattered, despite the way it hurt to see him processing this.

Seungmin only nodded.

“I’ve wanted to visit your cabin, maybe the most,” you told him, “but there’s a lot that’s been fucking with me.”

This piqued his interest. His eye met yours again. “Fucking with you?” he repeated. “Like what?”

That was all it took for you to spill. You told Seungmin everything.

The alliances with Minho and Chan.

Sleeping with Minho and Chan.

Your weird pseudo-alliance with Jisung; sleeping with him.

Chan’s shitty little power move with the rifle back on Phaborus that landed Felix in the med bay.

The lead Jisung saved to share with you, and the bullshit stunt he pulled to get it.

Jisung kissing you on the beach.

Minho acting weird towards you.

Chan’s shitty little attitude after you slept with him again.

And the way Chan dropped this prior knowledge about Minho and the ring before you ever showed up with it.

By now, your mug was cool, almost devoid of coffee. You and Seungmin were sitting facing each other on his windowsill.

“That was… it’s a lot to take in,” Seungmin sighed.

“I know,” you winced. “You were the one person I could think of to ask for help.”

“And I appreciate that!” the navigator assured you. “And I would! I’ve never wanted to punch Chan so bad before in my life.”

At this point, you were certain that a shade of your embarrassing hickey was still there, or maybe there was a new one, the way Seungmin was staring at your neck.

Wait.

“And you… would?” you repeated back to Seungmin.

He bit his lip. “Yeah…” he trailed off and scooped your hand up in his. “I’m, uh, doing a negotiation at Sentury. I might have a new contract lined up.”

“Why does that sound bad?” you warily asked.

Seungmin sighed again, eyes downcast before he pulled on your hand in his, meeting you halfway so he could kiss you softly. The kiss only lasted a second, and you wanted to stick a pin in every single butterfly in your stomach. He fully sat back down, and you did the same. “Because I’d be leaving. My negotiation is with a new crew. I’d actually be a bridge captain.”

Your eyes regretfully lit up. That was an amazing opportunity, but it still stung.

“I don’t know when my meetings start,” Seungmin lamented, “but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you on Sentury, let alone help get this payload back to Victory Meridian. I’m sorry, Nova.”

“It’s alright,” you dismissed. “You need to do what makes you happy.”

Seungmin looked a little bruised by this. Maybe he would’ve been happy spending some more time with you.

You hated how self-important that felt.

“Does Chan know?” you finally added.

The navigator shook his head. “Dude would kill me,” he laughed forlornly. “He’d be happy for me, but he’d send me there in a body bag.”

More silence filled the air. This didn’t hurt so much as it stung.

“Are you mad at me?” Seungmin asked.

“No,” you answered. You also shook your head. “I just wish you told me before I spilled everything. But I’m sure you feel similarly, somewhat.”

It was difficult to decipher Seungmin’s expression again. Your stomach was aching, and you realized you never ate since dinner the previous night.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” you soothed, putting on a small smile for reassurance. Seungmin tried to match you, before you leaned in and kissed him yourself. Still fleeting, still with unwanted butterflies. His smile looked easier when you pulled away, and you climbed out of his nest bed and smoothly crept out of his room.

But once outside, you were freaking out.

You were fucked.

No one to rely on at Sentury.

A whole new person who fully knew about Jisung’s lead.

Your mind raced while you jogged down the stairs to the galley.

For once, you could keep it to yourself.

However, you were all alone. You already gauged how messy that could get. There was always the truth that you could bypass a lot of this mess by talking to Minho directly.

You could finally loop Felix into this, maybe see if he could keep Changbin out of it until you could trust him more.

You could get to know Hyunjin more and see how helpful he’d be, or even Jeongin.

Or, a dark part of your mind suggested, there was a new option. You knew something that Seungmin didn’t want Chan to know. You had dirt now.

#straykidsland #neverendingdreams #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #kim seungmin fanfic #ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS 💕#let's be real - what would bel do 😏#the answer is something dramatic and risky #but HONESTLY i'm thinking a very reasonable answer will win here #i have such fun ideas for sentury you have no idea

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plisuu · 1 year

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Yaaay it's Friday Sterling!!! I am SO curious about the rivalrous, unrequited Cullen x Connor ... perhaps with "but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right" -- from the Angsty Poem prompts? 👀 Happy writing!

Helloooo sorry this took so long hahaha It’s not quite unrequited anymore, but here’s some angst of when they uh… have a fight and kinda break-up about it. (For some context, Connor went to Emprise Du Lion, Things Went Bad, and he comes back pretty messed up.)

tw: lyrium withdraw/relapse

wc: 962

@dadrunkwriting

The edge of the desk bit into the back of Cullen’s thighs under both of their weight as Connor stood against him, his lips brushing along the side of his neck and pressing kisses into the underside of his jaw. Cullen was taken aback at the boldness of it, unsure of how to respond.

This wasn’t the same Connor Trevelyan that he had come to know over the months at Skyhold, the man that quietly asked permission before touching him in any capacity, as if he was afraid, as if Cullen might shatter in his hands at the slightest pressure. This was… certainly not that, and he tensed as Connor’s hands slipped under his shirt, the man’s heat impossibly warm against Cullen’s cold, clammy skin. In fairness, Connor hadn’t been the same in weeks, not since he had managed to return to a semi-regular existence after whatever happened in Emprise Du Lion.

Cullen tried to relax—it did feel nice, he supposed, as he wrapped his hands around the back of Connor’s neck and nestled his face into soft, dark hair, breathing in the spicy fragrance of soap, elfroot, and the incense that always seemed to follow him like a cloud… but there was something else there too, different than usual, more familiar than he expected, and suddenly the pieces clicked.

The unmistakable bite of lyrium clung to the Inquisitor, metallic and menthol beneath his usual warm scents. Cullen froze, his mouth suddenly dry as he tried to swallow around a lump that caught in his throat.

“Connor.” His voice was a hoarse croak, cracking under the strain of emotions that surged over him, none of them good. Disappointment. Anger. Betrayal. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Connor.”

Connor frowned, pulling away slowly. He searched Cullen’s expression for a moment before realization settled across his own features. Cullen’s stare burned into him, fury rising in the Commander’s cheeks.

Connor’s expression was one of guilt and one that begged for forgiveness all the same. Cullen bristled, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to maintain an air of control when all he wanted to do was scream in frustration.

“You said you’d stopped.”

“A lot has happened,” Connor whispered, looking nervously between him and the door, and Cullen placed himself firmly in his line of sight. It had been a month since he was brought back from Suledin’s Keep. No one would really explain what had happened there, no one was really sure what had happened there. Connor wouldn’t speak of it either. All Cullen knew was that it was bad, and that red lyrium was involved. But this… Connor had promised. They had promised to quit together. The entire time Connor was gone, Cullen had managed through the worst nights of withdrawal alone. He was bitter. He was angry.

“You lied.”

“Cullen, I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” Cullen bit out. The lyrium was overwhelming him now, and it was all he could think about, the intense thirst, the splitting headache… the betrayal he felt. He felt weak. He felt stupid.

“Cullen,” Connor sighed, turning away.

Cullen tried not to look at the bruises that still littered Connor's skin, the scabbing around his throat, the bandages that peeked out from beneath his shirt. He felt bad for being so upset. Connor looked terrible, and there was the thought at the back of his mind that perhaps the withdrawals would kill him in this state. Cassandra had told him there were drastic measures taken to ensure his recovery, but…

“You can quit again,” Cullen said. It wasn’t a suggestion or a command so much a plea. He needed Connor to quit.

“You don’t… I can’t keep running from my past, Cullen. It’s… I can’t…”

“You can,” Cullen insisted, taking Connor’s hand in his, pressing lips into his coarse palm. “Look at me. You can move on.”

“You don’t understand. At Emprise—”

“Have I ever told you what happened to me? At Kinloch?“ Cullen cut him off. Connor turned his gaze to the floorboards and remained silent. Cullen felt him tense, felt the tremble of his fingers and the quiet moment where the battle is lost against memories best left forgotten.

He frowned, placing another gentle kiss along Connor’s knuckles.

“I only mean to say that I understand,” he murmured into the back of Connor’s hand. “And I will be here to support you, should you need it.”

“Cullen,” Connor tried again, pulling his hand free. He took a step back, towards the door. “I can’t quit. I know what it means to you, but I can’t. It… It’s too much.”

Their eyes met, and Cullen felt at a loss. The lyrium that permeated the air created a divide between them, one that Cullen could not bear to cross. He had worked so hard to quit, to leave that part of himself behind, to break the hold of the Order, the leash of his past. Images of Kirkwall and Kinloch flashed through his mind, the heavy haze of lyrium and rush of blood filling his senses.

Connor meant so much to him, they had come so far together, but this… Cullen wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough to escape its grasp again. It would be too hard, the temptation too great, the heady scent of it beckoning him with every look. Every touch. Every kiss. He closed his eyes and turned away, bracing himself with palms flat on his desk.

“You’re… You’re right. It is too much.”

He felt Connor’s eyes on him, studying him. He felt the shift in the air, the resignation, the sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” Connor’s words were quiet, barely audible over the creak of wood and metal scraping over stone.

Cullen said nothing in reply, and he heard the door click shut.

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #dragon age #cullen x male trevelyan #bi cullen #connor trevelyan #templars #tw: drugs #dadwc #my writing #they kill me #don't worry that have a happy ending but #augh

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spicyclover · 2 years

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About damn time...

Short story, sorry, I’m a little tired. But this is a little fluff about Danny Ric. :)

Summary: You are his best friend, and for some time now, you have realized that your feelings have extensively developed. How do you tell your best friend you’re in love with him?

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Quotes: “But friends don’t look at each other like we do.” “So what are we?”

You and Daniel got together in kindergarten. At the time, he put a gum gun in your hair to annoy you, and that’s where it all started. The more you grow up, the more your jokes and nonsense go far. You never know how to stop. Even if you were in a relationship with someone, you always turned toward each other.

You are now in your thirties, and your lives are pretty different. He constantly travels while you stay in Perth, and you open a small bookstore in your little village.

Then one night, you got his call.

“Hey, Croco, I...” he’s starting to say before the voices burst into tears."

“Danny? Is everything okay?”

“I... I got to go.”

“Daniel Ricciardo, don’t leave this conversation until you tell me what’s happening!” Say yourself firmly, trying to make your intimidation work on him.

It may be the anxiety in your voice or your authority, but that night, you talk to each other for hours before all this ends with you taking a ticket to Monaco.

You’ve never thought much about it when it comes to Daniel. You always head first in his nonsense, life, and stories. He’s your best friend, after all. Yet, the longer the years have gone by, the more you’ve noticed it’s been much more.

That’s how you landed like a tornado in his apartment one Tuesday morning.

He was asleep when you threw yourself at him like a potato bag.

“Hey, Ricci,” you said, once stuck against his back like a Koala to his tree.

“Croco?”

“Yes, I am here...”

“Thank you,” he said, turning to hug you.

You stayed several hours, glued together without saying anything to each other. Just enjoy each other’s presence. A few hours later, your belly killed the silence when it began to grunt strongly. And if there is something that makes Daniel laugh, it is.

You ate while watching TV. The atmosphere is light when you are on its terrace facing the sea, watching the sunset.

With your head against his shoulder, you take advantage of this moment. Just yourself. You finally contemplate him and observe all the details of his face. You don’t even listen to what he says anymore. You’re mesmerized by his beauty. After a year without seeing him, you missed him terribly.

You don’t know what got into you, probably the fatigue of the trip or the booze you took, but you took his face in your hands. A feeling of trust and daring is taken hold of you. Without him being able to say anything, you kiss him.

His lips against yours, that’s when you realize what you did.

You walk away, start stuttering a bunch of excuses and walk away from him as much as possible. What’s wrong with you, idiot? He’s still standing there stunned, trying to figure out what happened.

“Do you love me?” Those are the first words that came out of his mouth.

In a tiny voice, you answered "yes" by looking down.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, Ricci.”

“Me too,” said he, grabbing your waist to bring you back to him.

He kisses you tenderly.

This is how this new adventure begins. On a terrace in Monaco, after thirty hours of flights and three shots of wine later.

#daniel ricciardo #ric3 #f1 x reader #f1

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bonefarm · 2 years

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Friends, countrymen, distinguished collies do not buy an LG refrigerator.

I have one that was involved in the class action lawsuit and getting LG to honor their warranty on this thing has been far and away the fucking worst customer service experience I’ve ever had in my entire life.

This Not Cheap At All French Door unit that I bought in 2019 failed once in 2020 and was repaired, well, since 2020 most appliance repair people have realized that these things are losers and will refuse service on them. Mine failed again, LG said “well you have to let it run for 14 hours before we will send someone out to repair it” weird but ok. So we did that, it was, unsurprisingly, still fucking broken 14 hours later. So LG says “ok we will find a tech in your area and call you back in 3-5 days”

3 days go by so I call to check in, they have no record of my ticket but they assure me they’ll get back to me in 3-5 days. I enthusiastically insisted that they do a little better than that and lo and behold they send me a text message that same day.

“Allen’s appliances will be out on Friday!”

Great! When Friday?

“We don’t know!”

So Friday comes and I haven’t heard from Allen’s so I call them. Not only do they have no record of this supposed appointment, they don’t work on LGs or even service my zip code. GREAT.

Call LG back “we will find a tech and call you back in 3-5 days.”

Rinse. And. Repeat.

Friends.. I live in rural Oklahoma. There is not a tech. There’s not going to be a tech. I’ve already called them all and they all said “I’m sorry, fuck LG they’re terrible” and they’re right. A little research on this online seems to show that most people go round and around with LG for three months or more before getting this resolved.

If I hear “3-5 days” one more time I am going to drive this fucking thing to LGs headquarters in NJ and dump it on their lawn.

#FUCK

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barbex · 2 years

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Hello and happy Friday! I’d love to see a story combining the prompts “Your bed after travelling” and “I’m better when I’m with you.”

Oh, tricky prompts for @dadrunkwriting. Thank you, I made it fenders, of course.

"I still don't understand why you came with me," Anders says. They've been stomping along the Wounded Coast in pouring rain, searching for a rare plant he needs for a special potion.

Fenris glares at the muddy puddles on the path and then steps into them with his naked feet with stoic acceptance. "You should not go alone."

"I've been out here alone plenty of times, I don't need a bodyguard."

Fenris flinches at that and his usual scowl seems to go darker.

Anders thinks back to what he said and cringes. "That's not a good word for you, is it? Being a mage's bodyguard is probably the last thing you want to be." Anders sighs. "Sorry, really, I didn't mean to drag up that kind of shit."

Fenris' sigh sounds just like his own. "It is no big issue."

"Because you chose it yourself?"

For the first time since they walked through the gates of Kirkwall, Fenris looks at him. "Yes, maybe because I am free to choose."

"Which brings me back to my initial question," Anders says, well aware of how annoying he is. "Why are you here? Did Hawke tell you to —"

"Hawke does not order me to do anything."

"I sure hope so." Anders fumbles for the waterskin on his belt and leans on his staff to drink some water. "You should drink something, too. I know it feels silly, what with all this rain and being wet and I think my shirt is dissolving on my back, but we still have to drink water to —"

"I know, mage." Fenris stops and drinks from his own waterskin. His white hair looks grey from the rain, plastered against his forehead. Anders stares at his throat as he swallows and quickly looks away. Noone should look this sexy when they are wet like a rat and drink from a waterskin. It's just not fair.

As he looks around, something seems familiar. "I've been here not so long ago. There's an abandoned farm not far from here, the house may still have most of its roof."

"I would appreciate getting out of this rain."

Anders opens his mouth to ask, again, why Fenris even came out here, but he stops himself. Fenris will say what he wants to say and nothing else, and that's a good thing.

The ruined farm looks terrible, but the overgrown roof keeps out the rain. Anders leans the broken door back against the frame to keep the wind out and secures it with a broken chair.

"How do you know of this place?" Fenris asks, wrinkling his nose.

"You, with your rotting mansion, should not complain. At least there are no corpses lying around here." Anders peers into the fireplace, up the chimney. "I think this still works." A bit of ash trickles onto his face. He coughs, pulling his head out. "I'm gonna start a fire, with magic."

He waits for Fenris to nod and then trows a log into the fireplace and ignites it with a fireball. When he turns back around, Fenris stands right in front of him. "Whoah, sorry."

"Hold still," Fenris says and the way his voice makes Anders freeze is a story for another time. "You have something here, on your face." Using the cuff of his sleeve, Fenris wipes something away under Anders' eye. He looks critically at the spot, then licks his thumb and wipes at it again.

This close, Anders can see the three dots of lyrium on his forehead, how the edges of the markings are darker than the lyrium. He can see the brown spots in the green irises of his eyes and he can only stare, not daring to breathe.

"How do you know this farm?" Fenris asks as he lowers his hand.

Anders takes a careful breath. Fenris is still so close. "We ran into slavers. They had slaves, elves, so young and tired. We stayed in here for the night, to let them gather their strength."

"The slaves, where were they from?"

"From all over, Tevinter, Nevarra, and some they've picked up along the way."

Fenris lowers his head and takes a step back. "Hawke never told me she met slaves from Tevinter."

"No offence, but you weren't exactly open to meeting other people." How can he say this without angering Fenris? "The way you reacted to Orana, her timidness..."

Fenris' shoulders drop like he is defeated. Which is a much tamer reaction than Anders expected.

"I am aware that I can be... arrogant," Fenris says. "This is why I wanted to come with you. I am a better person when I'm with you. You make me question myself, you make me think."

"Me?"

Fenris looks at him. "Yes, you."

"But I..." Anders throws his hands up. "All I ever do is make you angry and then you yell at me that all mages should be locked up and —"

"I don't think that, not anymore." Fenris takes off his wet coat and begins to unbuckle his leather armor. "You should take off your wet clothes too."

Anders needs a few moments to catch up. "Yes, I should." As he drapes his coat over the remains of a cupboard and slips out of his trousers, he comes back to what Fenris said. "So, you don't hate me anymore?"

"I never hated you." Fenris' voice is nearly inaudible.

Anders turns around, only to see Fenris sitting on the dry blanket from his pack, in front of the fire, and Anders' woollen blanket draped over his shoulders. And underneath, he is naked. Anders discards the rest of his clothes in a daze and steps over to where Fenris sits.

"Come here," Fenris says as he holds the blanket open for him.

Nervous laughter and stupid jokes are Anders' favourite methods of diffusing awkwardness and he easily falls back into that habit. "Well, if you wanted me to get naked with you, you only had to say so." He folds his legs to the side as he sits down, his knees bumping against Fenris' thighs.

Fenris drapes the blanket over Anders' shoulder. His arm drops back to the front, his hand clenching in the blanket's fabric. "I would prefer to be naked in your bed with you, after all this travelling."

The sound of the rain hammering on the old roof drowns out in the rushing of blood in Anders' ears. He turns slowly to look at Fenris, waiting for a sarcastic smile, for an expression of disgust, assuring him he could never mean it. "What?"

Fenris looks up, meeting his gaze, and there is no sign of disgust or anger on his face. "I would like to have you naked, in your bed or in mine, if you prefer."

"But..." Anders stares at Fenris, weighing his next words. "Do you even like me?"

Fenris looks down at his hand. "Yes. I may have failed at showing you. This," he puts his hand on Anders' chest, "this is all I know." He looks at Anders with pleading eyes. "Have I misjudged? Have I assumed —"

Anders grabs Fenris' shoulders, pulls him to his chest, and kisses him as if his life depends on it. When they break apart, they're both panting and shivering from something other than the cold.

"You have not misjudged," Anders says. "But we probably should work on our communication."

Fenris leans closer, nuzzling the skin under Anders' ear. "Does communication involve kissing?"

Anders gasps as Fenris trails kisses along his jaw. "It does now."

#fenders #Fenris #Anders #dadrunkwriting #dragon age #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

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greypetrel · 1 year

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26 for Raina and happy Friday!

Hi Mo, happy next Friday to you!

Super-duper late, but I hope you’ll like it anyway. Merrill finds a stray raccoon on the street and bring her home, back in Act 1.

Tis the prompt list.

Must be you.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

“Hawke!”

She didn’t notice the twine. She wasn’t noticing much of anything, except that the corner between two walls she was resting in was more comfortable than her bed in Gamlen’s house. Sure it was less crowded and loud, the smell was debatable. She was sleepy, and she knew she shouldn’t fall asleep. But she was so tired…

“Sylaise’enaste, Hawke, can you hear me?” The voice said, as a hand rested on her shoulder and the other patted her cheek, with more force than one should. It wasn’t delicate, and it made her wince in pain.

“Sorry! I’m sorry… Creators, is that blood?”

Ah. Yes, it was. She hadn’t had the time to actually notice much of it, right now her head felt light and she couldn’t concentrate well. She recognized the voice as Merrill. Yes, that was Merrill, she lived in the alienage that wasn’t that distant… Or so she hoped: Raina had been walking towards her house when her head had started to spin and she fell onto her butt, crawling in a corner to rest a little before making the rest of the way. How much time had passed?

Two arms snaked under her armpits, moving her torso forward and up, with a loud huff of complaint. The elf hauled her up, wobblying and faltering under her weight: she was shorter than her, and lithely built, not used to carry heavy weights nor people around.

“Hawke, do you hear me?” Merrill huffed. “Can you… Can you stand? Please…”

“My legs are wobbly.” She said, trying to stand on her own made her head spin, and blood stopped reaching her eyes for a while. “Must be you.”

“Me?!” Merrill squeaked, shifting with difficulty on her side, still sustaining her as she pulled Raina’s arm over her shoulders and grabbed her waist. “What did I do? Did I… You tripped on my twine, didn’t you? Oh, I told Varric it was a terrible idea…”

The concern in her voice was genuine, and in a better moment Raina would have felt a little guilty of teasing her. They haven’t known each other for so long, and even if they were in good terms... But she wasn’t in a better moment, and her thoughts worked funny, and it seemed crazily funny and clever.

“A cute, pretty girl hauling me up? Enough to make a girl swoon, you see.”

“I’m not-” A pause. The world was deliciously spinning. “-you’re joking.”

“I always am. But I do think you’re pretty.” Raina said, light-heartedly. And light-headedly, she didn’t really know where they were going, she just felt drowsy and followed Merrill around: with her help walking wasn’t half that bad. “Do I put you ill at ease?”

“N-no. But it’s better if you keep talking, I guess, your head looks really bad.”

“Ouch!”

“Creators! Not in that sense!”

Laughing hurt, but Raina did anyway, grunting in pain right after. It made her want to laugh more, if only. Caught in a never-ending circle of hurting and laughing, Raina just took her time to tell the elf to please don’t bring her home. Not in that state.

“Why not? I don’t know many healing spells, Garrett and Bethany-”

“My mother would kill me.” She laughed again, grimacing right after. “She hates when I get beaten up and… And please, take me to the Hanged Man, I’ve got some coin in my pocket for a room… Or well, I had them, I think.”

Merrill didn’t say anything at that. She didn’t reply, and Raina honestly was too dazed to really get where they were going, or to check if she did make some sense in her rambling. She didn’t want to see her mother in that condition, that she was sure of. Staying awake was difficult, she didn’t need the extra pressure of her mother fussing over her and complaining because look at where her brilliant ideas brought her.

And indeed, look at where her brilliant ideas brought her: forcing a relatively new friend to keep her awake, struggling under her weight as she tries not to make the pair of them fall to their doom down a flight of stairs. They made it eventually to the little house that Merrill was occupying, and Raina was left there on her own, sitting down somewhere, not that she minded much the place right there and then, as the elf ran outside to fetch… Something. Or someone, Raina didn’t really understand well. The world was spinning too much, and truth to be told the woman was too confused and drowsy to really think for more than following instructions. It could have been five minutes or five hours when Merrill got back with a healer, and they started fussing over her.

Actually, she protested the fuss, complaining as best as she could that it was too much over her and she just needed to sleep it off, she was fine.

“You’re not fine, serrah. You lost too much blood and you should pray your skull hasn’t broken.”

“Lucky, then, my head is very hard.”

“I can see it.”

And indeed, her head proved to be hard enough: the bone wasn’t broken, she just bumped it very hard -she couldn’t recall exactly against where or how, just that it hurt a lot. Alongside that, a couple of broken ribs and a good deal of other cuts and minor injuries around her body. For Raina, it was all in a haze, she just protested a little when they tried to move her, because movement made her head spin and made her nauseous. The worst of the nausea, tho, came from the herbs that the healer collected and started treating to make a poultice. The smell smelled revolting, and as much as she tried to keep it in, her stomach twisted and turned so much that she met with her dinner all over again, turning abruptly to maybe avoid the healer. She felt warm hands on her shoulder and back, patting soothingly, and Merrill shushing her and saying it was all right.

In the dizziness of everything, she felt shame and a pang of blame that was all what Leandra would have told her: and right then and there, she was very prone to give her right.

They patched her up and she let them, too tired and ashamed to put up a fight or a brave face. Her head was bandaged and cleaned, a bad cut on her left ribcage sewn shut, and between the two of them they managed to bring her in the other room, and in Merrill’s bed. Raina protested weakly to that, but she was too weak to put up a resistance. As soon as her head was lain on the pillow, she fell asleep.

---

When Raina woke up, her head was pounding badly, and some noises from somewhere around her made the pressure get worse. She opened her eyes and tried to blink sleep away, rubbing them with a -bandaged- hand to make her vision less blurry than it was. When it cleared enough to recognize her surroundings, the first thing that came to her mind was that she wasn’t in her bed.

All alarm bells in her head started to trill, and she jumped up on the bed… And had to place both hands on the mattress beside her thighs, because her head started spinning wildly, and her stomach painfully twisted on itself with nausea. Someone took her trousers off and she didn’t think she could stand, let alone get away from… Wherever she was, she couldn’t really remember much about yesterday evening, after those thugs caught her as she was walking home.

Daggers. She had to find her daggers and maybe-

“Oh, you’re awake! Thank Sylaise!”

To her right, Merrill popped in the room, moving a cloth that made for a door and smiling at her. Too bright and too happy, her voice was too shrill and only added to Raina’s headache. Nonetheless, it made her relax instantly, as memories from the night before started to return. Slowly and with difficulty, catching some glimpses was like trying to move through mud.

“I wouldn’t exactly thank her, it doesn’t really feel good, being awake…”

“I’d bet!” She giggled, hopping in the room and sitting on the bed beside her. “You were pretty battered down yesterday, you know.”

“Yeah, somehow I figured it out…”

She let Merrill place a hand over her brow -her fingers were very delicate, and pleasantly cool against her skin, and she sighed at the contact. The elf bid her to return to bed and stay there, and even tucked her in again. Raina protested the thing, saying she wasn’t a child, and it made Merrill laugh, batting off her hand and tucking her in anyway. It was no trouble, the elf said, and somehow the human had not in her to deny it any further. Even if the more she was awake, the more memories got back to her about what exactly happened. It was still all fuzzy and cloudy but…

Merrill got back into the room when Raina let out a long, dragged groan, remembering what happened. The flirting and the puking, in particular. She met her with both her hands covering her face -she could feel bandages over the left side of her head, but didn’t bother to check if they were dry or soaked through. One thing at a time, maybe losing more blood would have eased the pang of guilt that she felt.

“What is it, Hawke? Do you feel so bad?” Merrill said, kneeling beside her, a ceramic mug held in both her hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what? Here, drink… Tomas said to make you drink when you woke up.” She took one of Raina’s hands in hers and closed her fingers, always very delicately, over the mug.

Raina sat up, carefully and slowly not to pour the content all over herself and the sheets -she just missed to force poor Merrill to change them and wash not one but two pairs of them. And as she sipped slowly the water, not to trigger any more nausea than what she was feeling, she slowly replied.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that, I…” She sighed, deeply. Thinking was difficult, and finding words was like fishing in a frozen lake. “… I’m sorry if I puked on your… Tell me it was the floor and not the bed, please.”

“Don’t mention it!” Merrill giggled again. What was that she found funny? “It was no trouble, really.”

“Tell me I didn’t say anything stupid or too forward.” She groaned again, not finding it particularly funny.

“You were very confused, Hawke, don’t worry. It was no trouble.”

“It was. I occupied your bed the whole… What time is it?”

“It’s the afternoon. You can stay here this night as well, I don’t mind. I placed a cot before the fire, I sleep there anyway when it’s too cold.”

Merrill was happy. Too happy and easygoing for Raina’s taste, and… It was weird. She was kind and gentle, but they weren’t acquainted for so long. Was it normal between elves? Was it her? Or…

“Did you need something from me?” Raina asked, turning to look at the elf, suspiciously.

She was there, smiling happily at her, and just frowned in confusion at the question, the tattoos on her brow scrunching up. It was cute.

“What? No! Why would I need something from you?” She thought about it and continued right after “Is it a human custom I’m not acquainted about? Should I… ask for something now or wait for you to get better?”

And now there were two confused people in the room. Well, that was funny. Raina stopped to look at Merrill, Merrill kept her eyes and… And Raina started to laugh, hard and loud. Or well, she would have, if a wound on her side hadn’t started to pull pretty annoyingly with the movement, and her ribs themselves as well. She curled on herself soon after, groaning in pain.

“Hawke!”

“Oh shit.”

“You should rest, Tomas said to let you rest plenty.”

“I should go back, tho.”

“Nonsense! I don’t mind having you around, really! I…” She sighed, looking down and falling back on her heels. “…I like it here, but it feels a little lonely. I never had that much space on my own, you see. In the clan there was always someone around.”

There was something, about Merrill, that tugged at something deep inside Raina. It wasn’t anything maternal, no, that was reserved for Garrett and Bethany. No, it was… Something that relaxed her. Maybe it was how earnest she was, pushing her to be as well. Raina couldn’t say. What she could do, was showing interest.

“Oh? One would assume that living in the wild made up for more space than in the Alienage…”

“Yes, but no.” She giggled. “It’s not very wise to roam on your own in the wilderness. Bears are not friendly. And aravels are rarely occupied by just one person. I shared the one with the Keeper, as her First and with none of us bonded. This house…” She looked around, with a smile. “…It’s more than I would have thought.”

It wasn’t much, by all means. Two rooms and a smallest one for bathing, few furniture that they had found around town and put together as best as it could be, once cleaned. A hearth. The roof was safe, at least, but it wasn’t much. And, come to think of it, it was still more than what Hawke had, all them cramped in Gamlen’s house… Which wasn’t all that bigger anyway, or more densely furnished. Sure, this smelled better.

“Are you sure I’m not bothering you?”

“Not at all!”

“I puked all over your floor, tho…”

Raina grimaced, and Merrill giggled, shaking her head.

“That’s all right, you didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve helped me a lot since we met… I’m glad to help you in turn.”

It was very weird to hear someone say that they did something for Raina without wanting nothing in return. Actually, it wasn’t something she had heard since… Outside her family, maybe since she came of age and started working in the fields and helping the neighbours out to bring some more coins home. Her body seemed to be made of lead, everything hurt and her head pounded annoyingly: Raina still felt some weight lifting from her shoulders, shily and tentatively. She smiled back, a little ill at ease from the novelty, but… Liking it.

“Anytime, Merrill. Just ask. And, I’ll help you wash the sheets, at least.”

“Sure! But now… Do you think you can manage to stay here alone?”

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse and make a nap. Go, I don’t want to steal your time as well as your bed. I’m big and strong, I’ll survive.” For once, she didn’t feel like making a show out of it. It was weird, too.

“That’s good. I’ll go fetch Anders. And maybe tell your family you’re here.”

And not before assuring that her guest didn’t want some food -she really felt her stomach was closed and didn’t want to be sick again-, Merrill waved her goodbyes, ready to leave.

“Merrill?” Raina called, hearing her pull the lock.

“Yes?” The elf peeked from the door, wide eyes full with worry.

“Thank you, really.”

She smiled, sweet and all too bright.

“Don’t mention it, Hawke. That’s what friends are for.”

Maybe that was it for real. Come to think of it, Raina never had many friends, outside her family. Not anyone that she could fully call friends, with the implicit rule that a big part of her family had to be kept secret as Apostates. Oh, she had her sympathies and trysts… But friends? People who didn’t mind her puking on their floor, offered their bed and knew that both the brother and sister she had left were mages? Maybe, after all, Kirkwall was good.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #merrihawke #dragon age fic #merrill #female hawke #ficlet #writing petrel #da fic

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jeeperso · 2 years

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Non-Denomational Winter Holiday Special Edition

DISCLAIMER: Hershel the Hanukkah Goblin is played by a practicing Jew, who came up with him on their own. "Await the sign, all prisoners shall be released, and the naughty shall perish in flames.” "You can count on us, Kringle sir. They will learn the Sugar Plum fairies aren't ones to go easy on the wicked.” "Clockwork soldiers? A real model army, I suppose…" "Black Friday is upon them.” "Droppo, you are having him fly us? Wasn't Jingle available? No offense, but Droppo is known to not always bring rocket sleds back in good condition after a run.” "Oh don't worry I'm not flying, this baby is on auto pilot." Droppo slaps the side of the rocket, and something falls off. "That's fine.” "Sorry we're short handed today, it is the busy season after all, and it was either Droppo or Whizzo and his magic carpet.” Hershel: “The one time I work with a Kringle crew and the whole lot is meshuga.” "Gods speed Sleigh team six. May the Northern lights shine brightly upon you.” "You struggle. This pleases both the red and green. May their blessing be upon you.” The second all of you get off the sled it proceeds to fall to pieces. "We can fix that later.” Tiny Tim leads you to a unassuming little counting house, with a sign that reads " Scrooge and Cratchett Savings and Loan" over the door. There is a beautiful wreath on the door. "And here is our contact. What a jolly wreath." Folly said cheerily as he rested a hand upon his hip. "And who is your father, young one?” Candy Cane: ”I assume it's Cratchett! Pretty obvious!” "Well it could have been Ebeneezer, C.C." He said with a tilt of his head. "Not unless Tiny Tim's father is a really old man, I heard about Scrooge from my godfather, the Spirit of Christmas Present.” Hershel: “Are we gonna stand here all day freezing our tuches off or are we going in? I love an argument as much as anyone but we will draw attention if we stand about in the open like this.” Candy Cane: ”Don't you mean 'Presents'?! Or are there multiple and function as a collective?!” “Yes.”

Heat Miser continues to grumble as he mopes on his throne "I know I shouldn't have taken this gig. I could be in the Desert of Wonders with my uncle Jafar, but nooo, I had to mend fences with my brother.” "Currently we are in the lower dungeon. Meisterburger is having a last meal prepared so he can eat it in front of the Paladin, then he's gonna throw him to the Bumble.” "Wait... HE'S going to eat the last meal?” "Meisterburger is a piece of shit.” “That is very naughty.” "He's the whole log.” Candy Cane burst out of the pile of coal with a roar of rage, hefting her halberd and--"Oh, we're not fighting! Okay!” Hershel: “They can afford all these guards but they can’t call a plumber once in a while?” Candy Cane: "I think plumbers have a union!” "I HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM FLAVORS! FROM SAWDUST TO ROBITUSSUIN TO BACKWASH!” Krampa: “Those don’t sound good.” Folly: ”... Those sound like TERRIBLE Ice Cream flavors!” Candy: ”Do you have Blood of Your Enemies!?” "With or without nuts?” Candy: "No nuts! I'm allergic!” Sugar Plum zips in front of the door. "Absolutely not! No opening this door at all.” "THE CHOICE IS MADE” Candy, you suddenly have a cup filled with a red sherbet like icecream. Candy: "Yum! Thanks!" Sugar Plum facepalms. "Let's just move along already, please. Next mission only professionals, one of these days I will have Klaus have me deal only with professionals.” Candy: ”I AM a professional! Just....not at this!” "What do you mean?" The goblin looks around nervously, "We LOVE working here, and I am totally saying that without being coerced and have invisible monsters watching our every move.” "Fair workplace practices are the right of all sapient beings.” "Don't mess with the Sugar Plum Fairies.” "Why do we keep picking fights with fey? It never ends well.” “Henchmen roasting on an openfire…“ [Krampa] looks to the others “Any of you destined to wield a very polite axe?” Candy: "I don't think so! I'm much more of a 'polearm' girl!” "Right now he's probably in the banquet hall. So the Meisterburger can eat his last meal in front of him.” Folly: "Let's go then, and spoil a meal.” Candy: "Yeah, let’s make him eat without a table!” The Paladin, staring the whole time, unzips his pants, and starts whizzing on Meisterburger's leg. He stares Meisterburger in the eye the entire time. The Axe seems perturbed, "So...that's what passes for a paladin these days?” “LET HIM GO!” Meisterburger looks at you. “No." “Then you’re naughty and go in the sack!” “Mister axe! Fastball special!” In a second he goes from a short squat old man to a hulking blue three eyed giant with jutting tusks and wild eyes. "Thank the holly jolly! I was getting tired of looking at your ugly form!” "And now we see how he kept everyone afraid in this town. Quick, someone get a mirror and make him look at his own reflection, it might work.” “Be careful. He may yet have further forms! They may be tinier and more androgynous.” "No this is it.” "You have our sympathies.” “Tell him to get in my sack!” “The only magic that makes you nicer forever is friendship!” "Jail break time then. Besides, I want to see what this goblin queen looks like.” “I hope she’s pretty with a cape and under boob shirt.” At this point the goblins show up as well, with them is a female goblin in a pair of work overalls, she has a thick collar on her neck. OOC: Mean collar or fun-time collar? "Toys... You who are the guardians of the wonder of children... The subject of their delights and the guides to their dreams... Hear me now. Today. Here. You take a stand for those who need you. You rise up to defend the joy of others... Arise, Toy Guardians of Hope.” You pull the collar off in one fast motion, you then hear it start ticking in your hand as everyone hits the dirt. "Throw it out the nearest window!” Krampa shoves the collar in the bag of holding. You hear a muffled "Ow" from the bag. Alright, you now have an army consisting of toys, goblins, and various political dissidents. "She's rescued, IT’S ARSON TIME! I DECLARE GAVLE SEASON!” "If he didn't want to be exploded, he shouldn't be putting bombs on people!” And also the ice cream bunny is running around stabbing people at random with a candy cave fashioned into a shive. "Darn it, Krampa, did you have to give him a candy cane?” "Yeah, the sugar made him hyper!” Hershel: “...It's better to be silent and be thought a dummy than to open your mouth and prove it.” "Sleigh team six, you have bested me in the past, but tonight will be mine!” "I've been meaning to ask! What did you screw up to be assigned going after a jolly fat man who only works one day a year?!” "I'll never stop ruining the merry Christmas's of little brats like you.” “I’m twice your size and,” counts on her fingers… “eight times your mass!” "My mother beat you 20 years ago, I'm going to help beat you this time. No matter how many times you come back you will always be beaten, holiday spirits can't be crushed! Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy!” "Mere children playthings cannot defeat the king of the cossacks.” "Are there any cossacks though?” "No, that's the rub.” “It's alright Kubla!" Pitch yells, "Skin grows back!” He turns to you "It absolutely does not grow back. Not that much.” Hershel: “I was gonna say.” Candy: "Mine does!” Hershel: “Fair point.” "You guys want to come in for some coco?” "That's chocolate, right?! Not coconut?!” “Yes." When you enter the room, you see that Virginia's mom is standing there with a tray of milk and cookies, and next to her, with a knife to her throat, is Mr. Teatime. “You want to put the knife down.” Mr. Teatime: "I get the feeling if I do that, it may be harmful to my long term health.” Hershel smiles at Teatime, it is not a pleasant smile. "I don't think your position is as strong as you think it is.” Casts Banishment on the woman. GM: She vanishes. Teatime gives a look like he just knows he's fucked. Hershel: "GET ‘IM!” OOC: Hold Person. GM: Not even gonna bother rolling. He falls over backwards. Krampa calmly walks up to him. "Little girl present!" Jack says,"Lets keep it PG if we could.” She then folds him in half lengthways and puts him in her sack. “It’s educational.” And Krampa did carve the roast beast. With her halberd. OOC: If I’d had that a year ago MJ would have been a tabaxi. OOC2: COME to the Cat Side. We have moggies....

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