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brbsoulnomming · 7 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 25

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The silence that echoes through Forest Hills is deafening. It's never been this quiet, not in the whole time that Eddie'd lived here, and if that doesn't drive home how alone they are out here, nothing will.

For a long moment, the only thing he can hear is the sound of his own heart beating.

"Put all that stuff on the ground," Jason orders. "Slowly."

It's not like Eddie's in a position to argue with the guy pointing a gun at them. And yet -

"Don't you read the news?" he bitches as he slowly crouches down to put his boxes on the ground. "I was cleared of all charges."

Jason scoffs. "You may have the police and the news fooled, but you can't trick me. I know what you did to Chrissy and Patrick. I know it was you, I saw you at the lake."

"Whatever you thought you saw-" Eddie starts.

"Don't!" Jason shouts. "You think I haven't already heard it? My own family and friends telling me I'm crazy, that I'm just grieving? I know what I saw, you freak!"

"Hey, hey," Steve says. "No one's saying you didn't see anything, okay, just that it wasn't what it looked like."

Eddie can hear the crunch of gravel again, and he risks darting his eyes away from Jason towards Steve. There's a flash of hurt when he sees that Steve is moving away from Eddie's side - until he sees that Steve may have put his box down, but he's still holding his bat.

It's not over his shoulder anymore. Now it's held like a weapon, and he twirls it like a fucking maniac who's just screaming to draw attention from the guy pointing a gun at them.

Eddie's hindbrain notes that it's extremely attractive, just like it did when he saw Steve ripping a demobat in two, and he firmly tells it to shut the fuck up.

Jason shifts the gun so it's pointed entirely at Steve, instead of just hovering between the two of them, and even in the light of the sunset Eddie can see the hint of satisfaction in Steve's eyes, and -

Of fucking course his stupid soulmate is trying to make himself a bigger target to Jason.

Fuck that.

Eddie opens his mouth to try to get Jason's attention back, but Steve beats him to it.

"I don't want to fight you, Jason, even if you didn't have a gun," Steve says.

The prickle of a lie springs up on the back of Eddie's calf, and he briefly wonders what the hell Steve's doing before it hits him - Robin.

This could work, all they have to do is stall long enough for Robin to get help sent over here.

"This isn't about what anyone wants," Jason snaps. "This is about justice for Chrissy and Patrick, I'm just the only one willing to step up and do anything about it."

Steve snorts, spreading his arms and swinging the bat in a low motion. "Look around, man. You're sitting in Forest Hills, after it got wrecked, with a gun pointed at me. That's what you're calling justice?"

"You can still leave, Harrington," Jason says. "I don't have any beef with you. You're one of us, you know? You were one of the greats. You can leave right now, and it won't matter that this freak got you under his spell."

Steve's grip on the bat tightens. "I'm not going anywhere, Carver. You think you can shoot me enough times to bring me down before I get close enough to use this?"

Jason's determined expression falters, the gun lowering just the tiniest bit, and for a moment Eddie thinks they might have him.

Then the gun swings around and points straight at Eddie, and the look in Jason's eyes goes dark with hate.

"No," Jason says. "But I can shoot him before you get to me. You don't want that, do you Harrington?"

Fuck.

"Come on, man, I-" Eddie starts, then immediately clamps his mouth shut when he sees Jason's finger slide over the trigger.

"One more word from either of you and I shoot you right here," Jason says.

Eddie can't see anything but the barrel of Jason's gun right now, so he has no idea what Steve's doing, but he's just as silent as Eddie.

"Here's what we're going to do." Jason pulls something out of his pocket, tosses it at Steve. It hits the gravel with a faintly metallic clink. "You're going to toss that bat away. Then you're going to put those on, handcuff yourself to the railing right there. The Freak and I are going to take a little walk, and you're going to tell me everything you did to them. If the police won't make you confess, I will."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"No, man, come on, leave Steve out of this, I'll go with you, just don't-"

"You want to die right now, Munson?" Jason asks. "I told you to shut up."

"All right, Jason, all right," Steve says. "I'll do it, okay? I'm going to toss the bat away."

Eddie risks a look over at Steve, sees him toss the bat aside somewhere and slowly pick up the handcuffs Jason threw at him.

"It's okay, Eddie," Steve says when he catches him looking. "It's going to be okay."

It isn't a lie, but at the moment, Eddie's not entirely sure how the fuck anything about this is going to be okay.

Steve cinches one cuff around his wrist, then takes a few steps back towards the trailer. He has to twist at a little bit of an awkward angle, but he manages to hook the chain of the handcuffs through one of the slightly warped rails of the front porch. Then he snaps the other cuff shut over his other wrist.

"Let's go, Munson," Jason says.

Eddie looks back over to him, and Jason makes a motion out towards the woods.

Jesus Christ, the woods again.

Eddie swallows, trying to tell himself that one pissed off jock with a gun is a lot better odds than a dozen of them, or a swarm of demobats, but with said gun pointed right at him he's not sure how convinced he is of that.

"Hey, Munson?" Steve calls.

Eddie doesn't look at him, but he hears Jason's footsteps slow a little, like he's waiting to see what parting words Steve has to say.

"I'm not going to be able to get out of this," Steve says. His voice sounds genuine, like he's admitting to something he doesn't want to, but Eddie feels the prickle of words being written on the side of his knee. "I can't come after you."

More words, along the back of his shoulder.

"Just do what he says, okay?" Steve asks.

No words this time, but Eddie gets the message loud and clear. He's not sure how Steve's decided he can get himself out of the handcuffs, and he wants to tell him not to hurt himself, but Jason's footsteps have picked up again.

"You heard him," Jason says, triumphant and vicious. "Get moving."

Eddie does, and even though there's still a pit of dread at the bottom of his stomach, and his heart is racing, and his hands are clammy with fear - there's still hope there.

He's not an NPC anymore.

He has Steve, and he has Robin, and he knows there's people on his side coming for him. He's part of the party now, and he realizes that not only does he trust them completely - but he believes without a doubt that they won't leave him behind.

Eddie's not going to die, not today.

All he has to do is stall Jason long enough for them to come find him.

"Do I get an idea about where we're going?" Eddie asks.

"Lover's Lake," Jason replies.

"Didn't know you had that kind of outing planned for us." The words are out of Eddie's mouth before he's even finished thinking them.

He regrets them immediately, even before he gets a hard push between his shoulder blades.

Eddie stumbles, his footing slipping over the slick forest floor, and he barely manages to avoid ending up on the ground. There's a flare of pain in his side from the quick, jerking motions he'd had to do, and his left leg twinges a little, but nothing too bad.

Still, it's a reminder that he needs to be careful.

"You shut your disgusting mouth," Jason spits at him. "We're going to the last site where you cast your Satanic spell. You're going to tell me everything you did, and then you're going to undo the curse you put on Hawkins."

Jesus Christ, Jason's completely lost it.

He guesses it's not surprising, considering what Jason saw with Patrick, but any amount of empathy Eddie might have had for the guy was completely gone the moment Jason pulled a gun on them and made Steve handcuff himself to that railing.

Eddie saw terrible things, too, and somehow he managed not to start waving guns around and threatening to kill people.

He remembers what Steve said, about experiencing something like this making you see yourself in a different light, finding things out about yourself that you might not like. Despite what Steve'd told him, he's still struggling with how instinctive it was for him to run and how much of a coward it makes him feel like, but you know what? He'd rather be a coward than end up like Jason.

If he wasn't concerned Jason might actually shoot him for saying something again, he might point out the irony of it all - that the scary Freak saw Vecna's attack and went into hiding, while the golden boy went on a murderous warpath.

Instead, he focuses on trying to move as slowly as possible, dragging his feet through the dirt and leaves and kicking up rocks and pinecones.

For one - he doesn't actually want to get to Lover's Lake. Sure, the trek there is long enough that it'd give Steve plenty of time to get loose and Robin time to bring in the calvary, but then they'd all have to get out to the lake, too, and that's way too far for Eddie's comfort. For another - he needs to leave some kind of trail for Steve to be able to follow.

It pisses Jason off eventually, because the next thing he knows he's getting another hard shove against his back.

"Pick your feet up," Jason snarls.

Eddie hadn't been expecting this push, though, and this time he's not quick enough to keep himself standing upright. He stumbles, twists a little to avoid falling face first, and ends up on his ass in the leaves and dirt.

The pain in his side flares again, and fuck, he's going to be so pissed if he reopened one of his bite wounds just after he got the stitches out.

"Get up," Jason orders.

"Give me a minute, come on," Eddie says. "I'm not used to this."

Jason snorts in disbelief. "Should've thought of that before you picked this place to do all your Satanic rituals."

Eddie groans, pushing himself up into a crouch. He looks up - and realizes Jason's gotten cocky. The gun isn't pointed directly at him anymore, it's just held loosely in Jason's hand, pointed more at the ground than anything else.

His heart rate picks up as Eddie decides - fuck, okay, yeah, he's doing this.

He hangs his head down, making his breathing harsh and ragged like he's panting for air, and hears Jason give a mean little laugh.

"Sorry you skipped out on so much P.E. now, aren't you, Freak?" Jason taunts.

Eddie's hands dig into the ground under him, picking up a double handful of dirt and pine needles.

Then he surges up, throwing it all in Jason's face.

"Fuck!" Jason shouts, dropping the gun as he instinctively throws his hands up to try to protect his face.

Eddie doubts he has time to bend down and scramble for it, so he kicks it instead, sending it skittering away before he books it to hide behind a grove of trees.

"Get back out here, you freak!" Jason shouts. "You think I can't take you even without a gun?"

Part of Eddie wants to retort that Jason's ability to take him even without a gun is a) kind of in question, considering Eddie's both stronger than he looks and pretty fucking scrappy, when he isn't recovering from nearly dying; and b) exactly why he won't be coming back out, but, well.

Eddie's smart enough to know that saying anything will just draw attention to where he is, so for once, he shuts the hell up.

"Don't think you can get away from me," Jason says. "I won't stop until you've been brought to real justice. You killed Chrissy! She was beautiful, and perfect, and she should be alive right now, not you!"

Eddie bites the inside of his mouth, hard enough that he tastes copper, to avoid making any kind of sound. Part of him still thinks that's true, but he won't give Jason the satisfaction of admitting it to him.

"She was my soulmate!" Jason yells. "She never once told a lie, and neither did I! Neither of us had any words on our skin, we were perfect together, and you took her from me!"

All right, maybe Jason was a little delusional even before all of this.

"You took her from me, and I won't let you-"

Jason cuts off with a choked sounding noise. It's enough like the sounds Chrissy and Patrick had made choking on their own blood that Eddie feels a surge of panic, and he risks peeking out from his hiding spot to see if he's just gotten even more fucked.

But Jason isn't floating above the ground.

Or at least, not more than an inch or so, as his feet scrabble on the slippery pine needles.

Steve is right behind him, and the metal chain of the handcuffs still around Steve's wrists is pressed tight to Jason's neck. Steve's got him pinned back against him, using the few inches of height he's got on Jason to prevent him from getting his feet solidly on the ground.

"Next time you tell someone to handcuff themselves to something," Steve says conversationally. "You should make sure they can't rip it free."

Jesus fucking Christ, Steve needs to stop doing things like this, or Eddie's not going to survive it.

Metaphorically.

Literally, he's very grateful for Steve continuing to do things like this to ensure Eddie's continued survival.

"You okay, Eddie?" Steve calls.

"Yeah," Eddie replies, finally coming out from his hiding spot. "I'm, uh, a little banged up, but otherwise good."

Seeing him seems to spur Jason on, though, because instead of scrambling at the chain around his neck, he tries to knock his head back into Steve's.

Steve seems ready for that, because he's got his body angled so Jason's head falls back against his shoulder. Still, the motion sets both of them rocking back, and though Steve keeps his balance, Eddie hurries over to help.

He's almost there when Jason balls up his fist and slams it back into Steve's face. Steve doesn't let go, so he does it again, and again, and again, and by the time Eddie's there, the last hit must have been enough for Steve's grip to loosen.

Jason slips from Steve's grasp, pushing both of them as he scrambles away. He's choking and sputtering, stumbling over himself, and he makes it only a few paces away before he's on his hands and knees on the ground, sucking in ragged gasps of air.

"You can't take both of us, Jason," Steve says.

Jason scrambles back more, then manages to get himself to his feet.

It's only when Eddie sees the gun again that he realizes Jason wasn't trying to scramble away from them, he was trying to scramble to something.

Shit.

"I'll go with you," Eddie says. "Same plan, okay? You want me to go to Lover's Lake, tell you everything and undo the curse? Just leave Steve out of this."

Steve glares at him, but Eddie doesn't care. Jason looks even more unstable than before, and Eddie's not letting Steve get shot because of him.

Jason shakes his head. Eddie's not sure if it's in response to him, or if he's just trying to clear it after getting choked, but he guesses it doesn't really matter.

Jason's got the gun pointed right at him, and doesn't seem to be inclined to start moving again.

"You said you wanted justice, but that's not really what this is about, is it? It's revenge. You're in pain, and you want Eddie to suffer, too," Steve says.

"What's wrong with that?" Jason demands. His voice sounds absolutely wrecked, like every word is hurting as it's pulled from his throat, and yet he keeps talking anyway. "He deserves it! He deserves to be punished for what he did to Chrissy and Patrick, for what he's done to me!"

"This isn't how you punish him," Steve says. "You think he's in league with Satan, right? So you kill him, and then what happens?"

"He goes to Hell!" Jason shouts. "He goes to Hell where someone like him belongs, where-"

Jason cuts off, and Steve smiles.

"Yeah," he says. "He goes to Hell where he belongs. What kind of nice welcome you think someone in league with Satan's gonna get? Maybe a throne, maybe a new army to command?"

"Maybe I'll get to be a duke," Eddie adds. "A Lord of Hell, that sounds pretty damn good."

"Shut up!" Jason hisses at him.

Still, he falters, and Eddie can practically see the cogs working behind his brain. "It's worth the risk," Jason says, but he doesn't sound as sure as before. "I can't just let him stay here and do it again. He won't confess, the police won't do anything, so this is the only option."

The gun is still pointed right at Eddie, and he contemplates the merits of moving to hide behind a tree again. Jason's barely standing, he's pretty sure the guy's aim is going to be shit right now.

He's pretty confident both he and Steve can get under cover quicker than Jason can shoot.

"You can teach him a real lesson. He took your soulmate from you, you take his from him," Steve says.

Jesus Christ, Eddie's going to kill him.

Jason laughs, harsh and mean. "A freak like this doesn't have a soulmate."

"Steve, don't you fucking dare," Eddie says, too terrified by what he knows Steve is doing to worry about keeping his mouth shut like Jason demanded.

"Yeah, he does," Steve says, completely ignoring Eddie.

The fucker.

Steve taps his chest with his still cuffed together hands. "You're looking at him."

Jason turns his focus entirely on Steve, and Steve gives a significant look to Eddie.

Eddie knows exactly what he wants. He wants Eddie to make a break for it while Steve has Jason's attention. Eddie assumes that Steve's noticed Jason's physical state the same as Eddie has, and drawn the same damn conclusion - only he wanted to make sure that Jason's gun was pointed at him before they both ran for it.

Never mind that Eddie'd just had the same plan when the gun was on him. He's not willing to risk it when it's pointed at Steve, and fuck, when they get out of this, that's probably something they're going to have to talk about.

Right now, he stubbornly stays right where he is.

"You? No way," Jason says.

"Why do you think Eddie kept asking you to leave me alone? You think he'd give himself up for someone if he wasn't soul bonded to them?" Steve asks.

"Don't listen to him," Eddie says. "I'm the one you want."

"He's not denying it, is he?" Steve says. "Because he knows if he does, I can show you the lie and prove it."

Fuck.

"Come on, Carver," Steve goads. "You said he took your soulmate from you. Don't you want to make him feel the same pain? I'm right here, all you gotta do is come get me."

No, nope, this isn't happening.

"Steve, stop, please," Eddie begs.

Shockingly - it works. Steve looks at him, and whatever he sees in Eddie's eyes must make him realize exactly how much Eddie does not want 'Steve throws himself in front of danger and takes the hits so no one else has to' to be Plan A here.

Jason's head keeps snapping back and forth between the two of them, but this time Steve stays quiet, not trying to get Jason's attention on him.

Instead, Steve tilts his head at him, and Eddie nods.

Run.

They both book it, in opposite directions, and sure enough, Jason must be too scrambled to act quickly enough to shoot either of them. For several long, terrifying moments, Eddie expects to hear the sound of gunshots, but all he hears is Jason's labored breathing and the sound of him stumbling a little as if trying to chase after one of them.

Eddie has no idea how much time passes as he stays hidden, listening to the those halting footsteps come closer, then veer away, then come close again. Jason's silent this time - either realizing that nothing he says is going to get them to come out, or in too much pain to keep talking.

Then, finally, there's the thundering sound of more footsteps approaching.

Before all of this, Eddie's first thought probably would have been oh fuck, Jason's buddies are here.

Now?

Now he has a soulmate - two soulmates, really - and a whole Party that he knows will always have his back.

Now he feels a giddy rush of relief even before he hears Hopper shouting, "Jason Carver, put your gun down," and Chief Powell echoing, "On your knees, now!"

They're okay, they're going to be okay.

Reaching the end now! I think I'm looking at one more part and potentially an epilogue.

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Part 26

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Eddie's staring. He's throwing twigs into the fire and his eyes are fixed on Steve and Robin across from him, their hands intertwined. He smiles when he sees Steve tugging on them.

He's so sweet. Eddie sounds like a broken record even to himself but he can't help it, Steve is something else.

"So, I see your bandana found its way somewhere unexpected" Nancy teases beside him, probably noticing him staring.

Eddie can feel himself blushing and he's thankful for the hot flames in front of them.

"He took it from me." he tells her, "Felt like I was about to have a heart attack,"

Nancy laughs at him, "I get that. I felt a little overwhelmed sometimes. ...Though maybe not in the best way," she winces.

Eddie winces sympathetically.

He can't exactly relate, being very physical himself, but she's told him about feeling like she was never giving enough in her past relationships, because that kind of closeness just didn't come naturally to her. At least not as much as she felt her partners needed it.

And Eddie knows what is like to try to fake or exaggerate how you feel just because it's expected of you.

This is the kind of seemingly small thing where they find common ground between them, even when they appear so different to everyone else. This is the kind of thing that allowed them to become best friends against all odds.

"Do you... still feel that way?" Eddie asks, now arranging the logs as the fire picks up,

"Like I don't necessarily wanna go around hugging everyone in my path? Yeah," she says,

Eddie snickers, "I meant, with Robs. Do you still feel like it's not enough?"

Nancy looks up to where Steve is now kissing the back of Robin's palms and smiles fondly at them.

"Not really." she says, looking into the fire,"I suspect she might be similar to me, but- I haven't even told her, so," she shrugs, "who knows,"

Eddie hums.

"But it definitely doesn't feel like I have to." she adds, "The way it sometimes felt with other friends who were girls too. And that's good. ...Different. But good."

When she looks back at Eddie, he smiles at her.

From what she's told him she used to be a little bit more open, a little bit more comfortable, before Barb.

Eddie understands that too, unfortunately, the way losing someone like that changes you, without you noticing right away. How it shows up in little things, sneaks up on you, changes you in small irreversible ways.

He's proud of Nancy, and so honored when she does choose to get close to him, like earlier at the lake.

"Good," he repeats, she smiles.

"Well? " she asks, "are you gonna tell me what he said or what?"

Eddie laughs and tells her how Steve stole borrowed his bandana.

"I think he was flirting?" he ventures,

"He was definitely flirting," Nance confirms, "I knew it, I knew he was into you!" she says, reminding Eddie of the many times she's said it before, "You're gonna be great together," she tells him, in her teasing tone again,

"Woah! " Eddie laughs, "We don't even know for sure that he likes me like that!" he says, but his heart still beats a little faster at the prospect of him and Steve being 'together'.

"I do know! For sure." Nance insists,

"Alright, Miss 'I'm not gonna tell my crush I like her ',"

Eddie earns a smack to the back of his head for that one.

"Shut up. I'm not gonna-" she starts,

Eddie knows this talk like the back of his hand by now: she doesn't want to pressure Robin, she's going back out of the state soon, she has no experience with other girls, she doesn't want to ruin what they have and she doesn't want to make Steve uncomfortable.

In the end, it all boils down to 'complicated', but if their tales are to be believed (and Eddie does believe them), their lives have never not been complicated.

"I get it," Eddie offers, but apparently Nancy wasn't heading that way,

"I think I'm... scared." she says, "Of what I'm doing,"

Eddie stops moving the logs and turns to her fully.

"How do you mean?" he prompts her,

"Well, I'm doing everything I can not to tell her," she says, "I'm trying my best to keep us from- from just ending up together you know?" she moves her hands as she talks, "but what if- maybe that's the only way we'll be together? maybe I'm wasting our chances to be happy?" she asks, Eddie tilts his head,

"It won't change a lot." Nancy explains, "Wether I tell her or not, I'll still leave and I'll still come back, but maybe if I tell her, then leaving and staying away and coming back will be better? Easier? God, I'm not making any sense" Nancy finishes,

Eddie huffs, switching from his crouch to sit cross legged in front of her, the same way they've done on both of their bedroom floors countless times.

"I think I can see where you're going" Eddie assures her, "but it doesn't have to make sense to me, if it makes sense to you," he tells her,

She nods.

"I guess," she tries, "I'm saying- my life's better with her. And it's getting harder and harder to convince myself that more of her might be bad,"

"Maybe it wouldn't be." Eddie reminds her.

Nancy sighs "And I'm gonna miss her." she adds, "I'm gonna miss her so much. I already do sometimes,"

Eddie hates the helpless expression on her face,

"Permission to take your hand?" he requests,

It makes Nancy chuckle, "Sometimes i hate you," she tells him jokingly, and offers her hand palm up,

Eddie holds it in his own hand, "I know." he says,

"Look, Nance, I know it's all jumbled up, and I really wish I could untangle it for you..." he tells her, meaning every word, "but I think this is just how it always is? It's always a little messy, a little all over the place, there's never gonna be a clear easy road that leads straight to the right thing."

Eddie squeezes her hand, "But I think there are roads where you can enjoy the ride despite all of the bumps and the detours... because it's worth it to do it with whomever's sitting on the passenger seat, for however long they do," Eddie turns to look at Steve and Robin roasting marshmallows just across from them.

Or trying to.

"They would burn this place to the ground if we let them" Nancy comments, off topic.

Eddies snorts, looking away from the gooey mess all over Robin's hands and back at his best friend.

Trying to contain his laughter, he attempts to get back on track, "My point is," he tries, "if she's making the whole trip better, maybe the bumps and the detours don't really matter that much. Maybe you can still invite her to come with,"

Nancy watches Robin attempt to wipe her hands on Steve's jeans and then chase him down to the lake shore after Steve dodges her. Her smile softens as she turns to Eddie.

"That's smart" she tells him,

Eddie hums " 'm not just a pretty face" he says, wagging his eyebrows and opening his arms like he's offering himself up

Nancy snorts, "Dork." she calls him.

Eddie laughs in response. After a bit, he offers,

"Also, you don't have to 'just end up together'. It can be on purpose, you know?"

Nancy hums, "It's never been that way" she muses.

"It's new." Eddie confirms, nodding.

Nancy smiles, "Yeah, new," she repeats.

She gets up then and steals one of the marshmallow bags from the abandoned log where Steve and Robin were sitting.

She opens it and pops one into her mouth as she comes back to sit down next to Eddie, both of them facing the fire now.

She offers the bag to Eddie and he silently takes one, watching as Steve walks back to them, with Robin trailing after him and shaking water off her hands.

"If I tell her, will you let him know? about your crush?" Nancy attempts,

Steve looks up then, catches Eddie staring and Eddie stops himself from looking away, eager to see how Steve will react.

Steve blinks a few times, and a smile blooms in his reddening cheeks, Eddie smiles back.

"I think he already does," he answers.

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Once Argyle and Jonathan are back with two bowls of popcorn, they all bring the big logs closer to the fire and sit down to roast their marshmallows and eat s'mores.

After a bit of easy conversation amongst the group, Argyle turns to his left, where Eddie's sitting.

"Alright," he says, "Types of hat, Eddie. Go."

"Uhh- Motorcycle helmet" Eddie says, catching on quickly and wiping melted chocolate off the corner of his mouth.

He turns to Nance and raises his eyebrows to prompt her to take her turn,

"Top hat" Nancy says, and looks to Robin, sitting left of her,

"Cap." Robin says, "Baseball cap. Whatever" she adds, chewing on her s'more and elbowing Steve to continue,

"Uh- Backwards cap?" Steve asks, more than says,

Eddie snorts loudly, earning a squint and a mean smile from Steve that makes him want to melt.

Everyone talks at the same time then,

"Already? We just started! We-" Nancy says,

"Dingus! You can't-" Robin protests,

"That is not-" Jonathan starts,

Argyle stands and puts an arm out, like a king demanding silence from his court. A hush immediately falls over them and they all look to him expectantly.

"I'll allow it" Argyle says,

The group erupts into objections to the decision as Steve waves his fist in victory and smirks at Eddie.

Eddie playfully returns his earlier squint and mouths "Favoritism." at him.

Steve lets his jaw drop and puts a hand to his chest. Eddie snickers at his offended expression as Argyle explains his decision,

"It's a different fashion statement. Your whole vibe changes if you're wearing one or the other, therefore they're different hats." he says, sitting back down and looking to his right, prompting Jonathan to continue their game.

"Okay, then, if it's like that," Jon says, "then I'm gonna say bicycle helmet," he states, looking around their circle like he's expecting someone to protest.

Nancy squints, but doesn't say anything, Robin purses her lips, Eddie shrugs and Steve offers Jonathan an encouraging smile.

Argyle says "Yeah, that works!", nodding.

Jonathan shrugs, "Alright, then." he says, putting his hand out in front of Argyle like he's ushering him into a room.

"Beanie" Argyle supplies easily.

All eyes are on Eddie now.

Shoot. He got so caught up in their debate, he's not ready.

"Uuhh-" Eddie stammers,

"Uh-oh" Steve teases across from him,

Eddie automatically flips him the bird while he thinks. He only half hears Steve's answering chuckle.

Fuck. What's a hat?

"20 seconds" Jonathan threatens,

"Eddie?" Argyle prompts at the same time.

Eddie lifts his hand in a stopping gesture,

"No, no, no, no, no, I have one. Wait, wait."

"10 seconds," Nancy says, the traitor,

"Beret!" Eddie exclaims, jumping out of his seat, "A beret!" he repeats excitedly,

"Fuck!" Robin whispers,

To her left, Steve beams up at him. Eddie gets a little lost in it for a bit.

Until Nancy snaps him out of it,

"Does a headband count?" she asks Argyle,

Oh, here we go, Eddie thinks, already excited for more debating,

He takes his seat again as Argyle hums pensively,

"This is not part of my time" Nancy warns,

Argyle hums in agreement, but doesn't say anything yet,

"Because, does it have to be on top of the head or just touching it?" Jonathan asks, like he's somehow broadcasting what Argyle's internal debate is like,

"If it's just touching it, then any hair accessory would count" Robin points out,

"If it has to be on top of the head, some hair accessories would still count" Steve says,

"Stevie's right" Eddie agrees, "if that's what it takes, then my scrunchie counts,"

"That's mine???" Nancy protests,

"Sorry", Eddie amends, "Nancy's scrunchie. That I'm using. Because she so graciously let me borrow it,"

He turns to Nancy for her appproval and she nods.

"Yeah, that's better", she says,

Behind her, Robin's looking at her with a shy smile, but Eddie keeps his mouth shut.

He does catch Steve's eye though, and Steve playfully shoots him an eye roll. Eddie chuckles.

"A fascinator is a hat," Argyle is saying, "but a hair clip can't be a hat"

"A fascinator is not a hat," Robin protests, "isn't that in like, the definition?"

"But it has a certain hatness to it" Argyle says, to sounds of agreement all around,

"What is a hat?" Eddie voices his earlier thought,

"Jesus, and we're not even high yet" Steve says,

Eddie dissolves into a fit of giggles.

"It has to cover the head." Jon says,

"The whole head?" Argyle asks,

"There are mini top hats" Nancy supplies,

That does not help with Eddie's giggles. In fact, Steve seems to be affected too, chuckling with his nose scrunched up,

"So, not the whole head," Jon concludes, "What about crowns?"

"Oh no," Steve says, burying his face on Robin's shoulder, his giggling getting worse,

"A crown is not a hat!" Robin says,

Nancy gasps and Eddie's giggles die in favor of the drama happening around him,

Steve straightens up again to look at Robin,

"What ?!"

"It's not ! There's a hole in there!" Robin says,

"It goes all around the head!" Steve protests,

Eddie's head is moving back and forth like he's watching a ping pong match.

"So does a headband!"

"But the crown is on top of the head!"

"What's a visor then?" Jonathan interjects, everyone turns to him, then back at Robin,

Steve raises his eyebrows,

"Fine." Robin concedes, "but I'm drawing the line at tiaras,"

"Oh, god." Eddie says, putting his head in his hands dramatically, Steve snorts,

Nancy, apparently enjoying torturing them, says

"Okay then, for my turn, I'm choosing headphones,"

Eddie bursts out laughing, Robin giggles a little and everyone else groans,

"I hate this game" Jonathan says.

Nancy giggles too,

"Sorry. Sorry! No. I'll say one of those that the guards in England use,"

"You can't just say it like that, you have to say the name of it," Eddie teases her,

"You all know what I mean!" she protests,

"What's the name of it, Nance?" Eddie insists,

"You don't know what they're called," she accuses,

Eddie gasps, but quickly drops the act,

"Touché." he concedes.

"I know what they're called!" Robin says, but when Nancy turns to her she says, "Actually I don't, no I don't, I've never been to England, how would I know?" she stammers,

Eddie presses his lips together in a hard line to stop himself from laughing.

Nancy shakes her head with a smile,

"You can say it!" she tells Robin.

Robin shakes her head, "Nu-uh." she says, "...And I choose a birthday hat."

"And don't copy me." she adds, softly punching Steve's arm,

"I wasn't going to. Cowboy hat" Steve says, and when he catches Eddie's eyes again he winks.

Jesus fuck. Eddie's not going to think about it. He does not want to see Steve in cowboy boots and a long sleeve button down and tight jeans and a stupid fucking cowboy hat. Goddamn it.

"Hard hat," Jonathan says,

"Straw hat," Argyle follows,

"Pirate hat," Eddie says,

"Detective hat," Nancy says,

"Wait, what's that? "Robin asks,

"Like the old timey ones with the little bow on top?" Nancy explains,

Robin still looks puzzled,

"They're made of tweed usually? and they have flaps on the sides that are pulled up?" Steve supplies, mimicking the flaps with his hands,

He's so cute, Eddie thinks,

"Oh, oh ! Yeah, yeah. I see it." Robin says, then, "That has a name too."

Nancy grins, "What is it?" she asks,

"It's, um, a deerstalker" Robin says, staring at her, "It's used for hunting. Sometimes."

"Cool." Nancy says, she doesn't stop smiling at Robin, "How do you know that?" she asks, making her blush a little,

"Oh, I uh- must've read it somewhere," Robin says, nodding, then, "My turn. Um, sailor hat" she smirks at Steve, finally tearing her eyes awat from Nance.

Steve rolls his eyes again but laughs softly, then says,

"The one the pope wears,"

Jonathan says "Graduation hat",

"Park Ranger hat," Argyle continues,

"What's our stance on things that can be hats but aren't always?" Eddie asks,

The group groans again,

"Everything can be a hat" Nancy says,

"Not everything," Eddie says, turning to her,

"Yes. Everything." Nancy insists, turning to face him fully,

"No. There are things that can't be hats," Eddie counters,

"Like what?"

"Uh- a bird ?"

"A bird can definitely be a hat," Nancy says, to the group's assent,

"A whale?"

"If you're big and strong enough, yeah,"

"A planet?" Eddie tries,

"Again, if you're big and strong enough,"

"A galaxy?"

"Probably, but let's say everything on Earth, then" Nance concedes,

"Soap?"

"Shoot." she says,

"Ah-ha! " Eddie points at her, triumphant,

"Everything solid then."

"Ice?" Eddie shoots,

"Yeah, you can make a hat out of ice" Nancy says, no hesitation,

"And wear it?"

"Yeah, in the North Pole or something," she says,

She's good, this is part of why she's his best friend, but Eddie gets distracted by her answer,

"Hmm, are fictional hats allowed?" he asks Argyle,

"Yeah" Argyle nods,

"Ok, Santa hat, then," Eddie says.

"Elf hat," Nancy follows,

"Ms. Claus hat?" Robin tries, looking around uncertainly. Everyone nods.

"A towel" Steve says, to overwhelming approval from the group,

"Oooh" Robin says, impressed,

"Oh wow, yeah." Jonathan agrees,

"Stevie, you're so smart" Eddie says,

"Shudup" Steve counters, used to being made fun of,

"I'm serious! !!" Eddie insists, "I think that one wins,"

"You can't win this game," Jonathan chimes in, "we only lose and then we have to start over,"

"Well, in my heart, you won, Stevie," Eddie says, without thinking,

He should regret it once the group starts snickering and teasing him but, honestly? They're right.

He keeps his eyes on Steve while they all react and smiles at him. Steve beams again.

"He sure did," Nancy says, the only one who dares brave the consequences.

Eddie feels his blush color his cheeks again and turns to stick his tongue out at her.

"Okay, whatever." he tells her, before turning to Jon and Argyle,

"Where are the joints?" he asks, effectively moving them along.

part 7

#steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #spicy six #steddie headcanon #steddie lake fic #ronance #pushing the ''Eddie and Nancy are best friends'' agenda #.#this got soooo longgggg. sorryyyyy i think I'll put all the parts in ao3 later today 😬#another emoji we don't have: marshmallow!!!

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can't catch me now. | ellie williams - wlw ♥

".. i'm just going to go dig up some katniss. there's a good patch, down by the lake." "i thought it was too early for that."

.・゜゜・inspired by the ballad of songbirds and snakes. thankyou suzanne collins for the wonderful franchise of thg :')

narrative: second person. sfw: angst/a little fluff idk wc: 4.5k

"well, the world changes awful fast."

warnings: signs of manipulation(?). canon plot to tlou2 (somewhat), violence + death!!! blood + torture. emetophobia warning (no one throws up, i just mention a lot of feeling nauseous). also progressively shitty to even shittier writing LOOL

"but.. it's still raining." "well - i'm not made 'outta sugar."

— in which expressing your devout love and loyalty for ellie williams had come at the cost of your own sanity.

°:. *₊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊

it had been about a day since you and ellie had arrived in seattle. you were situated behind her on a trotting mare as you both were headed towards the hospital, the one past the forest by which you both had been focused on for at least a couple of hours now. it had been almost completely silent within the duration of the trip, interrupted by the occasional question or comment from time to time.

in the past, you two had been attached at the hip — you had spent every living moment with each other, having shared fond and delicate memories since the day she stepped a foot into jackson.

you had been one of the first to greet her into her first week. despite her initially unsociable attitude, you tried your best to make her feel welcomed because, bless your heart, you thought you sensed something good behind those guarded green eyes of hers.

each leaf strung on every tree branch beside you collectively shook with rash force, disturbed with each whistle of wind as it weaved itself through the compact forest. the breeze had continuously brushed against you, casting cold shivers along your skin causing your body to shudder behind the girl in front.

"ellie?"

".. hm?"

in this moment, your breath hitched. something about it made you feel uneasy, nauseous, perhaps in craving for the sweet comfort of jackson's warmth. you missed its atmosphere and the protection of its great walls and people. you really missed your friends - reminiscing on the sweet times you had joked and laughed and carelessly partied with them had started to make you feel sick to your stomach with each recollection.

god, you were so naive. if only you had really cherished those moments. had you never taken them for granted, maybe you never would've left. had you never made the decision to challenge your odds, it wouldn't hurt to let past you see exactly where you were now. there was nothing you wanted more but to be back home. if only time could reverse to moments before the present.

.. reverse to the times before that golf club had ever struck joel's head.

but you never said anything like that. spoke your real feelings and dissimilar logic aloud.

".. nothing."

the brunette huffed. with a few clicks of her tongue and a few gentle tugs on the mare's lead, the speed of which you both were moving came to a gradual stop.

"you know," she said, turning her head over her shoulder to you, "i hate when you do that."

you shrugged. admittedly, you weren't all that sure why you did do that. you were quiet for a moment though, silently condemning yourself for even choosing to speak in the first place. maybe all you needed was to get something off your chest. but was it the right time? what would she even say?

"'m sorry," you mumbled, half-apologetically - you knew her head wasn't in the right space. that her love, and her grief was so strong, all she had the space to think about was settling the twisted burdens that wouldn't stop pricking and poking at her like a thousand rose thorn casted devils on her shoulder. until she was able to strip them all away through vengeance.. at least that's what it seemed to be.

residing by you, however, was a pit of resentment. a very deep one, for that matter. it took you so long to even acknowledge it was there, because even through all the pain your delicate hands had endured and inflicted, it never took you much thought to keep going for the girl you had always given your all to.

"i just.. can't stand the silence, i guess. sorry."

ellie let out a scoff-sounding chuckle and shook her head at you. it wasn't certain whether that was a gesture of disproval or a way of simple teasing, but either way, you did catch a subtle hint of a force tugging upward on the corner of her lips.

"oh. s'okay.. babe," she answered. before she turned back around, one hand let go of the reigns to awkwardly pat one of the hands you had resting on her waist for security. "we okay to keep going? or do you have to stop?"

do you have to?

when she said it, it almost sounded rhetorical. as if she didn't actually expect an answer from you other than the one she wanted.

"uhm.. we have been riding for a while, ellie. i'm sure the horse needs a rest." you murmured reluctantly, at once noticing the way her eyes finally darted away at your response. as she motioned the horse forward, you let out an uneasy chuckle, practically hear the cogs in her brain sputtering with thought. her silence became slightly troubling even though it didn't take her that long to come up with an answer.

she inhaled slowly. at first her head tilted upwards towards a nod, right before it lowered and shifted into a shaking motion similar to what she had done to you a few seconds ago.

"we're almost there, y/n. just ten more minutes, okay?"

your eyebrows furrowed and your arms around her had tensed slightly. what, she couldn't sit still for a second?

"but..." you swallowed. in the turn by which you spoke next, your voice grew quieter, sort of similar to the pathetic creaking sound of a slowly opening door. "i'm cold. hungry, also."

you noticed her jaw shifting as she grit her teeth together; you knew she tried to keep her patience with you, but that patience seemed to thin by each day you spent alongside her.

"there are protein bars in the small pocket," she muttered, referring to the space in her bag on her back. her tone was unwavering, yet slightly apprehensive or on edge. "can't you wait this out?"

the tension between you two was impalpable, and you couldn't help but feel a little impatient yourself. the desperation in her voice that you knew she was trying with effort to bury deep and away from your ears was so obvious and it was almost frustrating, because what was so different about the current circumstance that made her feel like she couldn't share what was on her mind with you, like she had already done before?

there was a slight pause before you leaned your body forward in attempt to look at her. from the side of her face, her eyes were vacantly focused ahead as she guided your steed, but there was nothing more.

"ten minutes won't hurt," you pressed. "c'mon, please? let's check out one of the buildings, and we can talk or something."

this earned a silence from the brunette. with you being sat behind her, you weren't fully sure what she made of your suggestion, given the limited view of her face. she sighed again, giving the heavy heave of her torso before she answered.

"talk? you think we have the time for that?" she muttered once again, her words growing harder. harder in tone, harder to hear. her words flowed much too quickly, like she was holding them in and just happened to let them go. "nora could be leaving as we speak, and you want to talk? what is so important, y/n. what even is there to talk about? did you follow me to help, or did you come here to be a burden?"

ouch. with your own inflicted silence, you leaned back and withdrew from her. your hands on her waist twitched with their own demands to pull back too as your touch grew lighter and more hesitant.

whatever sparkle you could remember from whence you looked into her eyes heretofore had died, and an empty shell of whoever she had become was left behind. there was no room left for you anymore. what you were starting to realise was that her hollow mind would always be occupied. occupied by everything, anything but you.

".. shit." she whispered. her head tilted downward as she cursed, and the horse started to slow. she did realise her mistake, but was evidently unsure of how to navigate around it. around you. "i didn't.. mean that, y/n."

a week ago, this time around, who's to say she would've reacted the same? it was almost amusing, how insincere this whole thing felt. she could, and has apologised before in endless fashion, but you knew her fallacies would always bounce back to follow her. even after the very few words of this moment and after the regretful sounding apologies, her past actions and the few unveiled emotion she had shared became very telling of her subtle duplicity.

you suddenly felt exhausted. sighing quietly you nodded, regardless of the fact that she couldn't see you, along with the hurt that glossed over your eyes.

"mhm," you hummed, attempting to hide the falter in your voice and the sudden apathy expressed. "s'fine. we'll keep going."

"no." she mumbled. pulling the mare over to a nearby sign, you watched with slight incredulity as she swung her leg over its body to jump off, meeting the ground with an aspirated grunt of effort. she looked up at you and held out her hand for you to help yourself off.

"nora can wait," she added after a pause. you noticed a slight crease in her eyebrows that wore into her face as she spoke, and how often she blinked at you. "let's scout out that clinic. we're running out of supplies anyway."

feeling slightly guilt ridden and promptly feeling indifferent about leaving your steed, you stared at the offer that was her hand before you took it, the nipping temperature of her calloused palm pressing sharply against the gentle warmth of your own.

coming off of the horse with a similar sounding grunt, you moved your head to look up at her. you noticed the darkening bags of fatigue abrading heavily at her eyes, and the dullness of labour worn on her face. you were quite surprised at how easily she let up and the way her mind changed in an instant.

"c'mon." ellie mumbled, noticing the abrupt silence from you. she squeezed your hand, trying for at least a drop of alleviation.

with her free hand she tied the leash of the horse to the sign before turning to you again, attempting to offer a smile as she looked down at you.

she then took you by the hand into the clinic. like most buildings, it was considerably worn down; faintly printed advertisements were weakly plastered over the walls, some having been teared down by time and its circumstances. shelves were scattered, broken, and fractured to pieces — if you weren't careful, poor manoeuvring would land at least a couple of splinters into your skin.

looking downward, you stepped carefully around the broken remains of glass and the sort, simultaneously looking for items to take along with you. whatever you were stepping over crunched under the soles of the boots of both yours and ellie's, filling the brief silence that had overcome the air in the meantime.

she still had you with her by the hand. herd hand had warmed a little since being wrapped around yours, and she gave the occasional squeeze — however rough her skin was from the many years of combat, the simple gesture had always been able to twist your heart and make you swoon, no matter the picture of your relationship. she had you wrapped around her finger in an almost suffocating grip.

you watched the back of her head. the way it would snap towards the direction of any given sound. the way her short hair would move with the direction of her head as she moved it, and each detail of the half-up styling she did that morning.

"i hope dina and jesse are okay." you mumbled, more so to yourself.

"me too," ellie answered, keeping her eyes ahead as she squeezed your hand again. "i'm sure they're fine. jesse'll be good at holding down the fort, especially since.. you know."

part of your somber-ness was partly influenced by your worry — since dina revealed her pregnancy, it was a lot of what you could really think about at this point, aside from your nauseating homesickness. you had left them both at the theatre in pursuit of nora, leaving jesse in care of dina's quickly weakening state.

you looked up at her. you and jesse had both already suggested going back to jackson for dina (and the baby)'s sake, but you couldn't leave tommy out here alone. you all knew the direction he was headed in, but it was only a matter of time before he would meet his near demise.

"yeah, but, how long until he can't?" as you spoke, your eyes continued to observe the clinic, drifting along its walls and dismantled furniture. "anything could've happened by now, ellie. i'm a little worried."

she stopped and turned around to face you, her eyes disconcertedly moving around the room one more time as a precaution before they settled onto yours.

"look," she said, taking a gentle step closer to you, "you don't need to worry about them. jesse's strong, and dina knows how to defend herself. have a little faith, huh?"

she chuckled softly. it had been a while since you heard her laugh, yet you could find it in yourself to laugh back. it's like she couldn't see the severity of the situation — sure, dina was a undoubtedly a strong fighter, but how long could you keep up your fight when you literally have a human growing inside of you, taking up half your strength?

your eyes casted downward. you could feel your heart start to race in your chest from slight alarm. "this isn't a joke. what if jesse's hurt, or.. dead, or something. dina would be all alone. are you not worried too?"

"hey. of course i'm worried," she took her free hand to under your chin, lifting it up with the side of her index finger and the tip of her thumb. "but i'm worried about us too.. about you. they're okay, y/n, they can handle their own."

for the moment you were now looking back into her eyes, you felt a little reassured. maybe you did need to have a little more faith in them — after all, they'd been able to keep themselves alive for this long. tommy could even be back to accompany them.

but no matter what, you knew you'd continue to entertain your stress until you got back. not only that, but something about the look she gave you felt slightly fabricated, hinting at a deeper meaning or purpose you just couldn't quite put a finger on.

"fine," you sighed. "i just wanna get out of here."

her eyebrows then creased and her slightly cracked lips were tugging into a frown. she paused for a moment as if to contemplate what you said, letting her hand slip from your face.

"sure," she mumbled, taking her hand to rub at the back of her neck. a nervous habit that she's always been inclined to practice. "let's head out then, hmm?"

with that, you both continued your search of the clinic. a few minutes passed and she had somehow managed to find a small, silver trinket of a bear necklace pendant, one that she had sheepishly approached you with.

"hey," she halfway whispered, her tone at a playfully quiet shout to get your attention.

"huh?" you mumbled, only just breaking out of your concentration that was previously focused on the drawer you were scavenging for bandages. you lacked to pay much mind as you turned around to face her, now a little taken aback by her sudden jesting-ish act.

she had her hands behind her back, partly grinning at you.

"pick one."

your eyebrows furrowed, and yet your lips twitched with slight amusement. ".. what?"

"my hands, silly. left or right?"

"uhh.. left?"

"good job!" she chuckled, bringing her left hand in front of her, her fingers still wrapped into a lightly held fist. it was actually in her right, but she swapped it behind her back before she revealed her surprise. she shook it mildly, seemingly charmed by the confusion forming on your face. "you won!"

you narrowed your eyes at her. with the slight shake and tilt of your head, you chuckled back at her, asking dubiously what she was getting at.

she had told you to open up your hand and carefully dropped it into the middle of your palm, gifting it from her to you. you were both blushing, even almost giggling as if you were both children again in a playground.

you pocketed the bear, hearing the pendant clink against the other various metallic items you had already stuffed into your jeans.

"you know, you kind of remind me of a bear," she snorted, lifting her hand to habitually rub her fingers against her earlobe.

"what?" your nose scrunched and she chuckled again, enjoying expression she planted on your face.

"you're cute and cuddly." she winked, watching as your face only turned more at her poor joke. her smile grew more once she received a light punch on her arm to which she pulled it to her and rubbed it, jokingly wincing with a sarcastic 'ouch' mouthed in a whisper from her lips.

"but you're also.. you know - you're brave," she murmured. her smile had subsequently faltered as she spoke to you, her tone the most gentle from whence you heard her speak days before. " - and protective. you're my shield, y/n, my confidence. i-i could take on all the hits in the world - as long as you're there with me."

you stuffed the bear back into your jean pocket after you had sat there observing its quirks from in between your finger and your thumb; the silver of the metal twinkled delicately under the taps of light from the windows, bringing out the colour from the faded pink of the artificial bow detailed on the ear of its head. it stared back at you as you watched it, trapped back into your thoughts again.

you were currently in the other room of the clinic, as ellie had left to check the other room a few minutes ago. she seemingly wanted to hide the cute flush on her face — the way she avoided your eyes with a surprisingly shy smile before she walked away was etched into your brain.

you were still smiling softly to yourself. you really appreciated the sweet gesture, even if it was a small one — it made you forget about the worries that was the homesickness and your friends for the moment, easing the ache in your chest and the wrinkles between your then furrowed brows.

but then you heard a thump. and then another one. and then an unfamiliar voice, and then a gunshot.

and suddenly that ache was back, striking hard and fast against your chest as you backed into the wall, sliding carefully against it. you edged towards the doorframe, slipping your revolver out from your pocket with a tight, slightly shaking grip.

"no no no, please...! i-i d-don't know who that is!"

another thump.

"p-please.." they were choking. their voice was broken up before you heard them spit, coughing something up onto the floor.

"look at me, fucker."

.. ellie?

you poked your head just past the frame, and your eyes settled on your girl. she had her back to you and him up against the wall on the floor, with one hand a bloodied bat and the other a pointed gun.

" - and don't you try to lie to me. i'll make you eat your bullshit, wolf."

she raised the bat to underneath his chin, forcing his head up to look at her. he coughed up more blood; the red splattered over the splintered wood, and it dribbled down his chin. he looked weak. his eyes were bloodshot and his tears were mixing in with the blood that oozed out of the slashes on his dislodged nose.

blood had also been seeping through the fabric of his pants. it exuded out into an escalating puddle of dark red on the floor, trickling closer towards the soles of ellie's shoes. you could hear his anxious whimpers, and you watched as he held both hands to his leg, dragging it across the floor as he kept up his attempts to back away from her. however, each time he tried, ellie would only step closer to him, menacingly staring daggers into his eyes.

"i-i'm not lying, i swear.. i'm not one of t-them, i only have my little girl.. she's - she's waiting for me - "

thump. except it was more than a thump. much more so, you swore his head was almost knocked right off his body.

"yes you are," ellie growled through her teeth. "tell me where nora is, or abby, or your little girl will have to stay waiting."

you blinked. of course, you had seen ellie take lives just as she's seen you take on your own. but this wasn't her. this wasn't the same girl who had you flushed and smitten just a few minutes ago, was it?

after a brief pause, she lowered her bat, letting it swing loosely at her side. you sighed in relief, and yet a moment too soon — she cocked her gun, raising it to aim between his glossy eyes.

"n-no.. no."

"fucking talk, idiot!" she barked, the threat rolling off from her tongue as easily as she waved the barrel at his face like it was nothing. she came closer and closer, her stance making her scrawny body seem bigger than that of this middle aged man.

it was as if you were frozen still. every cell in your body egged you on, desperately urging for you to move, to intervene. but you couldn't, like your shoes were glued to the floor and all you could do was stare and ignore the dizzy spell that cursed you to feel like the room was spinning and closing in on you.

she clicked her tongue. her head rolled to the side for a moment as she let out this sinistrous laugh and you saw her permanent snarl, lips turned with progressively darkening eyes.

"... ellie?"

and her head snapped towards you. you were stupid to assume the light in her eyes would return, but all you were met with was relentless rage, like hell was crackling from behind her eyes.

"hey, angel." she muttered, slowly averting her gaze back to the victim that lay almost limp just under her. "might wanna turn back there. this isn't something i want you here with me for."

"ellie," you repeated in a shallow breath, eyes glued to the blood and the man and oh god, the blood. "what are you.. doing.."

your voice seemed to quiver as you spoke, growing frail with the fear of actually finding out the answer to your own question. the words came out almost involuntarily, evident through your mouth agape and your eyes widening bit by bit at the sight.

"y/n," she replied, not even bothering to turn to face you. you noticed her knuckles, all bruised and trickling with blood that seeped through the tears and rips in her skin. "please."

"you - you - y-you look just like her," the man pointed a weak, shaking finger at you. "m-my girl, my daughter. please, i.. i need to see-"

another blow to his body, except to his chest this time. he groaned and coughed up more blood, spewing it out of his mouth as he wheezed a feminine name you couldn't quite catch.

"ellie, don't.." your voice broke. finally stepping into the open, you flinched as she harshly shoved the barrel into his forehead, tearing further skin.

"you don't believe this shithead, do you?" she snapped at you. "there's no girl, he's lying through his teeth."

"ellie."

"if i let him go he'll fuck off," she shoved the barrel once again into his face, trailing it down his nose, making him wince. "fuck off and rat me out to his friends. can't have that."

"p-please find her," he croaked staring directly at you and into your eyes, "t-tell her tha - that daddy loves her.. ple - please."

the moment seemed to blur together, and all you could remember was distinct choked pleas. you remembered wanting to throw up your battering heart, the way you felt like succumbing to a collapse and sinking, melting into the floor. it was all nauseating, each time she'd knock the gun into his pummelled head coincidentally in tune with your pulse.

you tried to pull her away, but that only seemed to make matters worse for the three of you. ellie held her arm out in defence, blocking you from her offence — you heard each cracking bone, felt each droplet of blood splattered onto your face alongside the impact from each relentless blow the man took by cause of ellie's pitiless hands.

it seemed like eternity, like time dragged on forever and ever. an eternity of your cries, your begs. she couldn't bring herself to stop, as each pound somehow turned worse than the last.

he eventually went limp. the strangled noises eventually came to a stop, but his loose body continued to exert blood from his lips, gurgling and dripping down his chin in endless trickles.

"y/n.. y/n..?"

two fingers were clicking in your face, snapping you out of your trance. they then took place under your chin, lifting your face to allow your eyes to drift upward.

"hey.. come back to me," she murmured, slowing her pace with you. she watched with concern, eyebrows knitting and eyes squinting. "you alright?"

you stared blankly at her. you remembered the bravery she claimed you had earlier that day, praying it would somehow, by miracle of a shooting star, manifest itself into you now. if you were brave, you'd leave. if you were brave, you'd tell her the truth about how you feel.

but you weren't. none of what she said was real; you weren't brave. you were scared, fearing the girl that cradled your face with her torment-stricken hands, yet with great depth fearing what you'd do without them. but after witnessing the pure agony she truly had the capacity to induce, you'd never succumb to her comfort again.

"yeah.. i-i'm fine, sorry." you mumbled, blinking repeatedly. how many more times could you bring yourself to lie, repeatedly, over and over? and what if she found you out? you knew she hated deceit, fabrication woven into your words and actions.

"good," you heard her mumble, dipping down to press her lips against the top of your head. "'m glad you're here, angel."

"yeah.. me too."

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this was so boring and messy i fear

this was sitting half complete in my drafts for at least 3 weeks. should've stayed that way if i'm honest x

i started reading pride & prejudice today :D along w tess of the d'urbervilles (im on ch15), i'm enjoying both so farrrrrrr

alec can go die though

i wanna start xmas hcs bc everyone seems to love the gf abby post (me too)

ok bye

im never writing an unplanned fic this long ever again! Xx i was gonna proofread this but i cba soz

also i said it was inspired by tbosas but i completely went off track so it became less inspired than i thought

ok bye fr

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #the last of us #wlw #tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #angst #fluff #ellie williams x female reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 5 months

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hii do you have any fics where kurt has to fight for / woo blaine after a fight/breakup/conflict ?

HI - we have so many great reconciliation or reunion fics that have been written. I can't always remember which are Kurt trying to woo back Blaine, but here are some examples which I hope are what you are looking for. ~Jen

Passed down like folk songs by dizzywhizz

A story of Kurt growing up, meeting his best friend and losing him and finding him again, discovering himself in the process.

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A Song For Cordelia by MelissaMotown [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt never called Blaine after the break up, despite Isabelle’s advice. It was not out of spite, or because he didn’t believe she was right, but because his heart didn’t know how to forgive. Five years later, when their paths cross once more, Kurt and Blaine decides to be friends again - just friends. But where the heart goes, the man follows…

Part Two: One of the Good Guys [PDF] [EPUB]

Part Three: Carry Me Home (never completed) [PDF] [EPUB]

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A Week in the Hamptons by Afvampd Read at: [PDF] [EPUB]

Faced with a “live or die” situation in his career, Kurt Hummel, a small fashion designer in New York City, decides to take a breather and escape the city for a week in a retreat organized by his best friend. Thinking he has left his nightmare behind, he heads to Southampton, but what awaits him there is a far bigger nightmare; the love of his life who broke his heart 6 years ago. One week stuck in the same house, will Kurt regret having left the city, or is this nightmare really a blessing in disguise?

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The Luckiest by wordplay

Blaine broke Kurt’s heart 3 months before high school graduation. Now, four years later, their group of friends reunites at a lake house to marry off two of their own. With luck, Kurt and Blaine will also be able to finally mend something that’s stayed broken for far too long.

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Someone Like You by @iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of “When Harry Met Sally” for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is… they’re both in committed relationships.

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It’s A Wonderful Life by DireDyre

Kurt never forgave Blaine for cheating, they never got back together, they moved on, married other people, started other families but ten-years-later when Rachel invites them to a party they realize they never moved on at all.

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Since Sense Sensory by @gleefulpoppet

One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?

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Stick Season by BlurglesmurfKlaine @jinglejavey

After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

A non-chronological series of one shots and drabbles set in this universe. Based on the Stick Season album by Noah Kahan

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With Every Broken Bone by @spaceorphan18

After finding that living together is proving to be too difficult, Kurt Hummel breaks off his engagement, and finds himself alone in the city that summer. As his life heads in a new direction, Kurt's forced to look back at the past, and re-examine his future, where he learns a little about himself, a lot about love, and that second chances are always a possibility.

Set at the end of season 5, a canon-compliant story that examines the question -- What was Kurt's journey between season 5 and season 6?

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Hush, Hush The world is Quiet by starsandcologne

AU Prompt: “Have you noticed how exhausting it’s been ever since you moved back in?” Blaine’s ears rang. But instead of reacting in anger that night he just quietly apologies to Kurt ending the argument. After that Blaine becomes a virtual ghost in their apartment. Its not that hard considering he’s had plenty of practice growing up. It just hurts that his Dad was right all along about him being a nuisance. Luckily he knows how to fix it. Live by the motto “Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.”

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Reprise by Calliope_Melpomene Read at: [PDF]

During Kurt’s senior year at NYADA, a life-changing event causes him to take a leave of absence and what was supposed to be a short stay turns into years. His life certainly isn’t what he expected, but he’s not exactly unhappy. His name is not lit up in lights on Broadway, but he’s involved in community theater and LGBTQ groups in Columbus and has friends who love him and casual lovers. But turning 35 has made him restless and he’s longing for the life he had before. Burt talks him into taking some classes at Ohio State University to finish his degree and start focusing on himself again. What Kurt finds on the OSU campus is much more than he bargained for.

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #reconciliation #reunion fic

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Part Two!! Part three and four will come out probably next Friday

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"I want to live.."

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Part Two: Drowning.

Okay we have to calm down, you can't think well with a mind in turmoil, I have to think of a good strategy, if the way back is gone then we can only go forward, sounds logical doesn't it?

I continued on my way for several hours, feeling more and more tired, I even thought I would faint if I continued but I couldn't give up, not yet, I was so close, I felt it deep inside me.

[1 day time skip]

I can't take it anymore, my whole body hurts and I just want to go back home, I just want to go back to my village and see my family, even sleep, I think that thirteen hours straight would be just enough, but I didn't know how long I had been walking, it was still as dark as when I started, with a sigh I finally stopped and sat down on the cold grass of the forest, I knew it was dangerous, the moon was at its highest point and at this hour predators roamed these territories but the tiredness was wining this battle of will. Suddenly something caught my attention; lights, lights? lights! My village! Had I gone around in circles? It was probable. Without thinking twice I got up as I could and ran forward, with so much renewed energy that I thought I would start to fly if I did not stop, so much was my desire to return that I did not notice the small cliff in front before falling down it; I ended up on the ground in pain, I felt that my dough would break but I could not give up like that, not being so close to home, with a groan I got up from the ground and continued my way until something prevented me from moving, what the heck? Oh it's just a vine, damn, being alone in a forest really makes you a scaredy cat, I carefully removed that vine and continued on my way, great! The village was very close, I could already hear the voices of the villagers looking for me, with a smile on my face I started to speed up my pace. I was so close, I could already smell the scent of flowers from the large gardens of the houses, I was so happy that I didn't notice that my feet were touching water until after a few minutes, I didn't really care; my dough had always been more resistant to water than the others. As I went along the water level rose and rose, I didn't remember a lake there, well it sure rained a lot the day before, yeah sure that's why. When the water reached my chest I started to worry, why was it so deep? I didn't remember it this way, suddenly I felt something wrap around my leg, I didn't have time to react before I was pulled to the bottom of the lake. "No! This can't end like this, I don't want to drown!" I screamed but the water muffled my voice, I could only see the bubbles coming out of my mouth as I reached the lake floor, why? I simply did what the Light of Truth asked me to do, why now I was going to die?.. A certain death... So, it was not the Voice of Truth who called me, it was an impostor, it was someone else, I closed my eyes, hoping that my end would come soon.

"You're more.. Durable than I thought, well you're certainly the winner! No one has been this close to find me!" What? A voice? It sounded so... Cheerful in this situation, yep, I would definitely die soon, I already felt it coming, but when I opened my eyes I only found another cookie, wait- the fuck- I DIED ALREADY?!

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#cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 10

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

Eddie pulled up to his place and you hopped off the bike. You couldn’t stop shivering. He hadn't been joking about a chilly ride. Shoving him in the lake had seemed like a great idea at the time, but the ride back had been anything but. Being exposed to the wind rushing over you, you were shaking so hard that your teeth were chattering.

“Damn, you are shaking like a leaf,” Eddie commented, running his hands up and down your arms, sending those shivers straight through your body again, but this time not from the cold. “Come on. I got some dry clothes you can wear.”

He opened the door and you walked in. He shared a place with his bandmates, Gareth and Jeff. It was a two story, three bedroom house that they rented. It was a nice place, precisely what you’d expect from three guys in their twenties living together. The decor was mostly band posters, D&D, and other nerd stuff. The dining room was their rehearsal space since they mostly ate at the coffee table in the living room anyway. Their instruments and amps sat in the space, a giant Corroded Coffin banner that had been hand painted hanging on the wall behind it. There was a massive DnD table shoved against a wall in the living room with a huge flag pinned above it that said Hellfire Club with some devil creature on it. But overall, you were fairly impressed. It was not as much of a mess as you'd expect.

Gareth was sprawled across the couch, Jeff sitting in a La-Z-boy to the side of it. They were watching the show, Renegade, and both looked up when the two of you walked in. Gareth sat up, looking you over in confusion.

“Why are you guys all wet?” he asked.

“We went canoeing and someone thought it would be funny to push me in,” Eddie explained. “And I couldn’t be the only one who got soaked so we both wound up in the lake.”

Jeff laughed, shaking his head. “Damn, that must have been a cold ass ride back.”

“Yeah. My ass is pretty cold, along with every other part of me,” you muttered, barely getting it out, your teeth knocking together so hard you feared they would crack.

“Shit, I’m sorry,�� Eddie said. “Come up to my room. I’ll get you some dry stuff.”

You followed him upstairs, and suddenly it hit you that you were about to enter his bedroom. Was this going to be the moment? It would be the perfect opportunity for him. He would get you dry clothes, offer to turn around while you changed, but then he would look because oops, of course. Then he would make the move to take things that step further. It was date number four. Wasn’t there like a three date rule or something like that?

If you were being honest with yourself, a part of you was wishing he would. You were dying to see what was under those clothes. You were itching to touch every single inch of him, to feel him so intimately, but you were also scared of it. You feared that if they took that next step with him, took things to that level, that you would lose your heart all over again. You put on a good show. You had a couple one night stands but the truth was, sex had always meant more to you. It was a way to connect with someone, something you had with them that no one else did. Or, at least, it was supposed to be. If you took that leap with Eddie, your heart would be gone and you were terrified of giving him that kind of power.

Eddie entered his room, sweeping his arm out dramatically, gesturing for you to enter. You walked in and were pleasantly surprised. Sure the rest of the house had been fairly picked up but this was his space. It wasn’t filthy like you would expect a single guy’s room to be. It was messy, sure. There were clothes strewn across the floor and his bed was unmade. Did men even know how to make a bed? His walls were papered in posters of a lot of bands you also enjoyed like Black Sabbath, Dio, Iron Maiden, and Judas Priest. You noticed a large poster to the side of his bed that was a map of Middle Earth. An acoustic guitar was hanging on the opposite wall with words painted on it that read ‘This Machine Slays Dragons.’ There was a pretty full ashtray on his nightstand and laying next to it was a pack of condoms. You looked away, not wanting him to notice that you saw them.

Okay, so he kept condoms right there on his nightstand? Was that because he had planned this all along or was it because he needed them so often? Shit, you really didn’t want to care. You didn’t want to dwell on who all Eddie had in his bed before you or since you. Wasn’t that why you were being so careful with him? Wasn’t that exactly why you were trying to keep this casual? What did it matter if he slept around a lot? Didn’t they all sleep around a lot? You didn’t plan on being around for the long haul. It wasn’t your concern.

Eddie began to rush around the room, picking up discarded clothes and dumping them in a laundry basket in the corner as he said, “Sorry about the mess. Maid had the day off and I wasn’t expecting to bring you back here.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. So, those weren’t for you because he'd just admitted he had no intention of bringing you here. When was the last time he had used them? Who had he used them with? No. You shut that thought down. You didn’t care. You refused to think about it. Eddie could be with whoever he wanted. It was none of your business. You had never agreed to be exclusive and why would you? You were just hanging out.

He reached in a drawer and pulled out some sweatpants and a Metallica t-shirt, tossing them onto his bed. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt, holding them in his arms.

“Those should work for you. The pants might be a little big but they have a drawstring so you can tighten them. I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here,” he said. “Just come out when you’re done. I’ll go down and make some coffee to warm us up.”

“Okay, thanks,” you answered, completely bewildered, as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Huh. So, he wasn’t going to use the we’re all wet and need to change our clothes as a move. You weren't sure how you felt about that. On one hand, you were relieved because your self control was quickly waning and sex with him, while a very pleasurable idea, was also nerve wracking as hell. You were barely keeping it together as it was. On the other hand, why wasn’t he trying? He kept asking you out so he was interested in you, wasn't he? Why wasn’t he trying to get in your pants? Was he sleeping with other girls and just hanging out with you? Was that what you were? The girl who got to be girlfriend material but not enough to satisfy him sexually? Well, it wouldn't be the first time for you. That had been the problem with Sebastian, after all.

Ugh. You hated that it bothered you so much. You pulled off your wet clothes and replaced them with his. You glanced around his room, your eyes falling on a corkboard of photos. Walking over, you looked at the pictures. There were a few of the band at a variety of gigs. You recognized his friends who had come to the bar with him in quite a few as well. You smiled as you caught sight of what was obviously a young Eddie, maybe eleven or twelve, standing with an older gentleman who you assumed was his uncle. Eddie had buzzed hair but you'd recognize those eyes and that smile anywhere. You were relieved to see there were no pictures of him with girls, but then scolded yourself immediately because you weren't supposed to be caring about that.

You made your way back downstairs. Gareth and Jeff were in their same positions in the living room, watching their show. You could see Eddie standing in the kitchen so you bypassed them and made your way to him. He was pouring coffee into two mugs and you couldn’t help laughing when you saw them. One said ‘I’m so metal, they won’t let me through airport security.’ The other said ‘I like my coffee darker than the mines of Moria and stronger than a Balrog.’ He turned at the sound of your laugh.

“Yeah. We like sarcastic with our coffee around here. Ladies’ choice?” he said, offering you both mugs.

You took the Lord of the Rings one and took a sip, grateful for the warm cup in your hands and the warm liquid flowing through, chasing away the chill that still inhabited your body. The trembling had finally ceased now that you had warm clothes.

“Warmer?” he asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Yeah, thanks,” you answered.

He gestured to the sliding glass door at the back of the house and the two of you headed into the backyard. The sun instantly warmed your skin and you sighed, closing your eyes and soaking it in. Eddie headed over to a small outdoor table so you followed him. You sat, pulling your knees into your chest, still clutching the mug in both hands.

“So, I know your favorite color,” Eddie mused, setting his mug down on the table. “Favorite movie?”

“That’s a toss up between The Neverending Story and the Labyrinth.”

“The Labyrinth?” he laughed. “The one where David Bowie has a mullet, sparkly eyeshadow, and tights?”

“Umm, excuse me, David Bowie is perfection in those tights,” you scoffed, clutching her chest and sighing. “I have always loved Bowie, hence the goldfish name. I was at the theater the night that movie came out, right after senior year. I am shocked my VHS tape hasn't worn out from the amount of times I have watched it. I can quote it word for word. So, don’t you even think about insulting Bowie or Labyrinth.”

“Okay, noted,” Eddie smiled, leaning over the table toward you, his hand hanging over the side, his head tilting in the most adorable way. “Maybe I will have to get myself a pair of those tights then.”

You felt an intense rush of heat make its way through your body and straight to your center. Fuck. You were sure your face, along with every other part of you, was bright red. Holy shit. The thought of him in those tights, the fabric molded to every single detail of his body…Bowie who? That image was pulling you apart at the seams.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, chuckling as he rapped his knuckles across the table. “You should see your face. Sorry. The thought of me in those tights is that scary, huh?”

Yeah, that’s not the word you would use to describe it but there was no way you were sharing your current thoughts with him. Your thoughts were taking you to a very dirty place. So, you just tried to laugh it off, hoping you weren't giving yourself away.

“So, what’s your favorite movie?” you asked, attempting to steer the subject away from him in tights.

“I would have to go with Star Wars,” he answered, leaning back. “I am also a big horror movie guy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh, Halloween,” you answered quickly, not even having to think about it. “No contest. It’s a classic and Michael Myers, best bogeyman ever. And Jamie Lee Curtis, I love her. She is, hands down, the scream queen.”

“That’s a solid choice,” Eddie nodded. “I think if I had to pick, I would go with Nightmare on Elm Street. Freddy Kreuger is just sick. I have to say, I'm impressed. Your movie choices are pretty decent. I would have thought Pretty in Pink. Not that John Hughes doesn’t deliver great movies. I mean, the Breakfast Club is the shit but I thought you’d be more the girl gets the guy and they head off to prom. Isn’t that every girl’s dream moment?”

“Not this girl,” you admitted, shrugging. “I didn’t even go to my prom.”

“What?” Eddie asked, shocked. "Why not?"

“My parents were fighting all the time and every time I tried to talk to my mom about a dress, she said she’d take me to get one. But she never found time. My mom has always struggled to find time for me. She said it was stupid to spend so much money on one night that didn’t matter anyway,” you shrugged. “My friends were avoiding me at that point because I had become someone they didn’t know what to do with. I wasn’t happy and bouncy and excited about boys. They didn’t want to deal with the dark, moody and dysfunctional person I'd become. And what guy was going to want to spend an evening with the depressing chick?” You took another sip of coffee. “I decided it wasn’t worth going. I mean, it’s a stupid school function anyway where people get drunk and have that super special night that’s not at all special because everyone else is doing it anyway. It doesn’t matter. Did you go to your prom?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t anything special.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I didn’t go,” you told him, shrugging one shoulder. “It was years ago at this point. It was just a stupid school dance. I don’t really care.”

“I’m not just saying that,” Eddie scoffed. “It was just a bunch of people trying to hook up, really bad music, and a whole lot of drama. The amount of couples I saw screaming at each other, girls I saw crying, hair I saw pulled, it was ridiculous. I went because Gareth set me up with one of his girlfriend’s friends at the time. He said we couldn’t miss our senior prom, such an epic life event. He was mostly hoping to get laid. The girl he set me up with was annoying as hell. She got super drunk and then cried all over me for half the night about her boyfriend who kissed some other girl. She had no idea who Black Sabbath was but went on and on about Joey Mcintyre and New Kids on the Block. I had never been so happy for a night to be over in my life.”

“I was always more of a Donnie girl, myself,” you admitted with a laugh.

“What?”

“New Kids on the Block, I always thought Donnie was the hottest. He was the bad boy of the group. Joey was too sweet for me,” you told him, tilting your head.

Eddie burst out laughing. “Jesus, not you too.”

“I mean, I still know who Black Sabbath is. Children of the Grave is my favorite of their songs.”

“Okay, you have redeemed yourself slightly, I guess,” he relented, shaking his head at you. “New Kids on the Block, seriously.”

“I mean, I have a very broad taste in music. I listen to a little bit of everything and Covergirl is my jam but rock music is where my heart truly lies,” you said, standing up. “Okay, not to break up the party, but do you think you could give me a ride home? I have to be at work in an hour and a half and I can’t go like this.”

Eddie rose from his chair and came around to you, wrapping one arm around your waist and bopping your nose gently with his finger.

“I don’t see why not,” he said. “I think you look adorable.”

“Sweats aren’t generally bar attire. I don’t see myself getting very good tips in these.”

“I would give you an amazing tip,” he stated, kissing you gently. “Because you look hot as hell wearing my clothes. This may have to be your new look from now on because I am loving seeing you in my clothes.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but your insides seized at his words. You did love wearing his clothes. Maybe you would keep this Metallica shirt to wear to work. Then you could keep the scent of him with you all night.

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: When his old college pal inherits her grandmother's lake house, Bob is the first to nominate himself to help out. It gives him something to do and a chance to feel young, something that he only feels when he's in the sky.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, House Cleaning, Astronomy, Face-Sitting, Light Dom/sub, Slow Build, Caretaking, Idiots in Love

Song Recommendation: Every Summertime by NIKI

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

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So many people had told Bob since he was a kid that he had an 'old soul', whatever the fuck that meant. Was it because he was on the quieter side? Or was it because he was thoughtful and kept things to himself, which was a vast difference from those he surrounded himself with? Honestly, Bob had no idea.

Even when he was younger he never felt young. Sure, he played with toys and had an imaginary friend when he was five, but by the time he was ten, he was sitting at the adult table at dinner parties. He never got in trouble for sneaking out after curfew or getting drunk with his friends before he was of age.

His father once told him, "Bobby, you and me, I feel like we're the same age." Bob was eighteen at the time and just about to move away for college. It didn't make sense to him - he was a young, strapping lad, why didn't a sense of youth enter his life?

That may be why he chose such a dangerous career. Youth goes hand in hand with adrenaline, and what's more adrenaline inducing than firing an arsenal of weapons from the backseat of a jet? So, yeah, that's as close as he got.

Throughout the years, he'd come to some conclusions:

1) Hangman has definitely been lying about the majority of his sexual encounters. Rooster, on the other hand, was not.

2) Most people have that sense of teenage giddiness when they're first in love. Bob did once have a girlfriend in the tail end of high school and he did like her. But, looking back, he didn't love her. He just didn't want to be seventeen and without a girlfriend.

And 3) He was lonely. And ever since his mama died, he didn't really have anyone to talk to about it anymore. None of his coworkers or friends would want to know, and Bob knew for a fact that he didn't want to tell them.

So when his very good friend Y/N inherited her estranged grandmother's lake house, Bob volunteered to help her redecorate. It would give him something to do during his time off and would force him to interact with another person. There was no way he'd spend all his day drinking beer and reading Steven King in his underwear if Y/N needed help.

"Ah, home sweet home." Y/N unlocked the front door and swung it open, gesturing for Bob to go in before her with a playful bow. "After you, my good fellow."

"Why thank you, fairest maiden."

They entered, both surveying the house room by room to come up with a plan of what to do. Y/N had already begun making a mental list of all the things that needed to be replaced, and how much it was going to cost. Bob, however, was more focused on how picturesque the view of the lake was from her living room.

"Woah."

By the look of it Y/N was too preoccupied to notice so Bob stretched out and grasped onto her biceps, dragging her in front of where he was stood and tilting her chin in an effort to force her to take some time to bask in the sight of the water crashing over the rocks outside her window. She was so stunned that she could only stare silently at the slow current of the lake and didn't notice how Bob was gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms. It was an unconscious action, his focus entirely still on the beauty outside the window and not on the beauty in his arms.

"Now that would be a great painting," he finally said softly, breaking the silence of their quiet moment.

"I can't even think of art with all this house shit I've got to do."

"We've. We've got to do," he corrected gently. He released her arm and took a step back, giving himself space to continue taking stock of all the heavy and seriously outdated furniture they'd have to carry out of there. There was no doubting that the puke yellow coloured couch would be one of the first things to go.

Room by room, the pair checked out the house. Structurally, it looked sound to the untrained eye. Aesthetically, not so good. It was clear that the style hadn't been updated since the sixties. And, it seemed that Y/N's grandmother had been a fan of awfully gauche animal prints. "That was certainly a choice." She reached out to pick at part of the faded tiger print wallpaper in the master bedroom. "If there's a mirror on the ceiling, I'm going to freak. Bo, tell me there's not a mirror."

He glanced upwards.

"Nope. But, there is a huge spider."

Even the bathroom was less than fashionable and came with one of those awful furry toilet seat covers. Y/N almost gagged just looking at it. There was no chance that was staying. Not that he needed to say it out loud, but Bob declared, "This is going to be a lot of work," just to make it official. Y/N couldn't disagree if she wanted to, not only because it was Bob and it was hard to argue with that cute face, but because he was completely and utterly correct.

Day one was spent binning anything simple and useless - including the aforementioned toilet seat cover and the mass amount of letters that had accumulated by the front door - and brainstorming about what the hell the house should look like. As it turned out, it wasn't as easy as they'd originally thought.

A lot of their time involved scrolling through Pinterest. The moment one of them saw something that could work, they showed the other what they thought were acceptable colours or styles. Once they both agreed, it was saved.

"What time is it?"

Despite having their phone screens right in front of their faces, Bob glanced down at his watch. "Nine twenty-four."

And then he was unable to stop his stomach from rumbling. Shit. They'd skipped right past dinner and, as per usual, Bob whined for Chinese food. Y/N, as always, gave in. The main reason why was because there was no food in the house. It also possibly could be the fact that Bob would always order something different every time and forget that he's a complete baby when it comes to anything spicy. When he said the words 'szechuan chicken', she made sure to add a meal he'd like better and a bunch of drinks to a new order.

Yet, she didn't tell him. Where's the fun in that?

"Food arriving at twenty-two hundred hours, lieutenant. Permission to see if that old ass TV is still operational?" Y/N joked, referring to the chunky old school hunk of a thing on the coffee table.

"Permission granted."

He grinned, watching as she crouched behind the TV to get a better look, giving him the perfect opportunity to totally not check out her ass. Okay, maybe he did check it out once. Or twice. Or three times. Whatever, maybe it was more than three.

After pushing the plug in the socket once she'd finally found out where the hell it was, Y/N pressed the on button. Nope. She grabbed the remote and gave it a few pokes. Nothing either. It was a bust. "We've got a dud on our hands."

"I've got a couple of episodes of The Great British Bake Off download on my phone. We could always watch that?"

"That is the most on brand thing you've ever said."

Propping up his phone with as many cooking books he could find and one copy of 27 Dresses on the coffee table, Bob huddled closer to Y/N so they'd both be able to see the screen. Although he had a big and fancy phone (that had the text size absolutely huge so he'd be able to see whatever popped up on the screen without even needing his glasses on), the screen was not ideal. They had to sit quite closely together to make it work. Neither of them complained about that.

"Look, the height of luxury!"

"Shut it, Floyd."

On the dot, the food arrived and they were quick to dig in. And the drink order came minutes later. The second Bob brought his meal to his tongue, the heat had already begun to fill his mouth. This shit was spicy! "Holy Fu-ck. Ah! Ah! Hot. Very, very... ahhhj," he cried, his face already flushing.

He stuck his tongue out in a way that was very obviously trying to cool himself down and had Y/N giggling at him. That was when he put the chopsticks down and waved in an effort to force cold air to his mouth. It didn't help. Not one bit. Then came the tears streaming down his face. "It gets worse when I breathe! Should I stop breathing altogether?" Bob hiccuped, and she knew this was the time to offer him relief. Any more suffering would be cruel on her part.

"Milk?" she asked as she reached into the drinks bag and retrieved a bottle of milk. She handed it to Bob, who immediately opened it and downed half in one gulp, leaving the bottle resting against his lips while his head rested against the back of the sofa. He let out a sigh that sounded suspiciously like one of relief.

"Oh my God." His eyes were wide, almost comically so. "I think my tongue passed out for a minute."

Y/N laughed and her hand shot to grab him a napkin. With a gentle smile, she dabbed away at the remaining moisture around his face. He continued to look at her, his face not changing as he kept staring at the soft way she handled him. The little smile never left her lips and he could swear that he swore that it grew bigger the longer he watched her, which caused his own smile to grow wider until they matched.

"You knew it was that spicy and let me eat it anyway?"

"Maybe..." He nudged her in the arm with his elbow. "Maybe I knew that Kenny is coming tomorrow to check out the electrics and he's a fan of spicy stuff."

With that, she brought out the chow mein she'd bought for this exact moment and placed it on his lap, smiling smugly as he ate it without batting an eye. And, most importantly, without acting like a little bitch about it. The pair continued the meal, occasionally talking about anything they could think of. Their banter flowed easily between them as it had since they met in college.

"All I'm saying is that I'd be great on this show."

"You? The same Robert Floyd that once put ramen in the microwave a) still in the plastic and b) for half an hour?"

"I was a boy back then, now I'm a man," he declared, pointing his chopsticks at her accusingly.

She poked him in the chest. "Just because you've got bigger muscles, doesn't make you a man," she teased, poking him again just because she could. One because it was annoying, and two because she could feel how firm his chest was under her finger.

Bob caught her hand before it jabbed him again. "Stop that," he ordered playfully, though there was no bite to his voice as the corners of his mouth quirked upwards in amusement. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his grip tightened around her wrist. "Say I'm a man and I'll let go."

"Never."

Casually, he swapped which hand was holding hers so he could continue eating whilst restraining her. He wasn't rough or nor was it particularly gentle either; he just wanted to keep that sweet little pout on her face as she had to use her non-dominant hand to use her chopsticks, which seemed to be an arduous task. He didn't seem to mind watching her struggle though. If anything, he was enjoying it. It was payback for not telling him that his food was going to be spicy. It's not as if it was affecting his chopstick movement at all and that's why he finished his food long before her.

"You could just give in, you know?" he mused out loud. "Tell me that I'm a man and I'll let you have your hand back. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."

"Are you suggesting I surrender?" She raised her eyebrows. "Do you want me to surrender, lieutenant?"

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes that he couldn't ignore and suddenly he wondered if that's why he liked this girl so much. Maybe it was because of that playfulness she always displayed that always made him feel slightly like a dope. In fact, he really was beginning to wonder just how he felt about her.

And yet, there he was, sitting there with a silly grin on his face and feeling like an idiot as he watched Y/N's expression turn from playful to serious in a matter of seconds, the playfulness retreating and in its place being replaced by something more akin to determination as she tried to shove a bunch of noodles in her mouth.

"Here, let me." Before she could complain, Bob snatched the chopsticks from her hand and picked up her food for her, holding it in front of her lips until she opened her mouth to let him feed her. "You could just say those magic words?"

"Maybe I like being fed like I'm some lazy sultan and you're my obedient bitch boy."

He shook his head in amusement, accepting that statement as truth since she seemed to willingly allow him to continue without argument. He fed her another piece of food, and another, and another. They went back and forth like this until she was stuffed. "Thanks Bobby. I guess you, as a twenty-nine year old human male, could be classified as a man," Y/N finally admitted as she pulled the empty bowl away from him and set it aside on the coffee table, leaving his lap free for her head to rest against his thighs.

Bob looked down to the hair tickling his skin just under where his shorts ended and sighed happily at the feeling. At first, he rested his hand on her shoulder and gave a light squeeze, then slowly his thumb started tracing small circles on her skin, causing her to close her eyes, sigh contently, and snuggle closer to him. What was that feeling? Was it the giddiness he yearned for? Or was it just the excitement of hanging out with a friend? Whatever it was, it seemed almost too good to be true. As if he were dreaming. As if he should wake up and realise that this was all just some bizarre domestic fantasy that he had to wake up from and find himself alone in his bunk. Or maybe he was dying and this was his brain's final attempt at bringing him some happiness.

To test out if this was real or not, Bob gently took a strand or two of her hair and held it closer to examine the detail of his supposed dream. That was far too intricate for his imagination to come up with. He chuckled, a sound full of warmth that made Y/N open her eyes and look up at him, confused. "Are you checking me for split ends?" she asked, trying to read his features carefully.

"Something like that."

This wasn't a dream, he knew that now. Yet, it felt almost too good when he let his hand rake through her hair. It was silky smooth. Soft, warm. Y/N closed her eyes once again, enjoying the attention to which she had been subjected to. Her face heated up at his touch, but it wasn't an uncomfortable heat, quite the opposite. Rather, she found herself relaxing against him. His fingers continued their quest, gently brushing over every inch of her hair while he spoke to her, telling her about everything and nothing just like usual, but something changed within her and a smile graced her lips as she drifted off to sleep.

That day would become a cherished memory within his life. For it would forever change their friendship in a positive manner, before either of them knew it. And as they lay tangled, both sleeping soundly as if none of it mattered, Bob felt like a lovesick teenage boy for the first time in his life.

Day two of renovations was spent stuffing all the moving boxes in the spare room so there would be space to plan out the layouts of the more important sections of the house. The walls and gross faded cabinets would need to be painted, some furniture and curtains needed to be ordered, and, as their buddy Kenny said, "This will be a bitch to rewire, but I'll do it." Then he was handed Bob's szechuan chicken and exited the house happier than he arrived.

It seemed that redecorating a house was a lot of waiting patiently as Y/N's father had insisted that she get actual professionals to check out the structure before they wasted money on the wiring, which was a good idea considering the state of the place already. Once the roof and attic and foundations had been checked, it was more than a month in.

"Bobby, you don't have to wait around with me. Don't you want to sleep in the comfort of your own bed? You'll be bored out of your mind here."

Well, the truth of the matter was that Bob liked falling asleep on the couch with her every night. They often talked in hushed tones in the early hours of morning, talking at a normal volume was far too loud for their tired ears, and he would be a fool to give that up. "What am I going to do back in my apartment? That's right, mope about until my new mission, so I might as well just hang around here to annoy you."

Something in him forced his hands out to squish her against his chest and he wrapped one arm around her waist so he could pull her closer to him as she tried to wriggle out of his hold. "You're not going to get away from me that easily," he teased, pinching her side lightly to make her giggle. Obviously, there was no escaping. Not that she wanted to escape, anyways. Giving in quicker than she'd have liked to, Y/N relaxed into his embrace and leaned her head against his shoulder, taking in his scent, his warmth, and his company.

"All done, Miss L/N," the surveyor said, walking in on their moment. After giving him a friendly pat on the peck, Y/N stepped back from Bob to deal with whatever payment or paperwork she needed to do.

Once all the checking had finally been completed, they could get to the fun stuff - the decorating and furnishing - and they were eager to get to work.

"Hand me the screwdriver, darlin'."

"Say please."

He rolled his eyes, but did as she said with a sweet "Please. Pretty please" and was rewarded with the screwdriver being held out to him. He accepted it with thanks and proceeded to pop open the paint can. "Come on, I'm not doing this all by myself. Pick up that paintbrush."

"Give me a sec," she retorted, pulling the hair band off her wrist to tie up her hair.

It shouldn't have been so fascinating to Bob, watching with fascination as she gathered up her hair in her right fist and started tying it with her left, but it was. There was something entrancing about it. Something captivating. He wanted to keep looking at her, at her hands working so deftly against her scalp, the way her tongue peeked out and her brows creased in concentration. So focused. So determined.

"Ready?" She asked, snapping him out of his daydream as she looked up at him from below her lashes and smiled.

"Me? I've been waiting for you."

So they got on with the painting, the radio playing softly in the background as the rest of the world fell away and allowed the sounds of their brushes against the paint on the canvas to fill the air. Every now and then, they glanced at each other and grinned like idiots, their smiles so wide and happy that their faces hurt.

"Love this song!" Bob exclaimed, breaking the silence as he turned the music up louder and put his whole body to it. His movements were so goofy and so uncoordinated that it didn't take long for Y/N to start laughing at his silliness.

Normally, Bob would keep himself to s rhythmic head bop or casual shoulder wiggle when he was at the Hard Deck with his buddy's. But when it came to Y/N, he became a mess of crazy, stupid dance moves that he did for her, did only to make her laugh harder. His hips swayed side to side as he made a complete mess of the wall, flicking paint onto it with dramatic flourishes and sweeping his arms across to create wild shapes that resembled ink blots.

"You're just going to watch me, missy? Or are you going to join me?" he asked, holding his hand out, palm up for her to grab on to. When she did, he took the paintbrush from her hand and placed it with his on the tray by his foot, allowing all of their hands to be free and free to move as they pleased. Y/N grabbed onto his shoulder to steady herself against his swaying body and placed her hand over the top of his, their bodies pressed together tightly as they danced like they were in a sappy high school rom com. The Frankie Valli tune accompanying them was the icing on the cliche cake.

Bob laughed and began to hum along to the song, his voice low and quiet as he sang it. Their embrace started off as silly, awkward and even clumsy. But soon it evolved into something much more intimate and slow paced. Soon they were both dancing close enough together to feel the other's heartbeats and the heat radiating between them.

"You're so warm," Y/N stated, completely relaxed as she placed her cheek against his shoulder. "And soft." The words were spoken barely above a whisper, but they lingered in his ear, stirring something within his chest and making his breathing falter. He stopped swaying suddenly and stared straight ahead at the paint on the wall, not daring to turn and look at her, yet his grip tightened on her, though, as he pulled her tighter into his chest.

They continued to hold each other long past the ending of the song, for what seemed like an eternity. Just enjoying each other's presence without saying a word and not wanting to break the serene atmosphere surrounding them.

Eventually, he blurted out, "My next mission is in two weeks. I got the call yesterday."

"How long?"

"Five and a half months."

She didn't respond immediately, but reared back slowly to study him for any reaction. She could tell instantly that he was nervous, well, because he always was. His fingers were twitching where they rested on her waist. "You better come back to me in one piece." Her tone was gentle as she reached up to cradle his face in her palms, stroking his cheeks with her thumb gently. "One big, dorky, loveable piece. You hear?"

The seriousness in her voice made him pause and swallow hard as he struggled for the words. Words that would make her understand how much that meant to him and how badly he wanted to come home to her, but only managed to say, "I will... I promise," instead.

And, as a final bit of affection, she stood on her tippy toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning back towards the paint to carry on with their task, leaving a dumbstruck Bob behind her. He took a second to compose himself before he picked up the paintbrush with a sigh, knowing for a fact he'd do everything in his power to make sure no slip ups happened during the mission.

However, some things cannot be controlled. A bird strike was never something Bob could've ever planned. Luckily, he and Phoenix survived, but neither of them got away without a litany of deep purple bruises that didn't fade before they were allowed to go back home. The second she saw Bob's car pull up on her drive in the later hours of the evening, she threw open the front door and exclaimed, "Get in here, you dork!"

He chuckled under his breath while making his way to her and wrapping her up in a tight hug which she returned instantly, almost squeezing the life out of him. His ejection bruises were still tender so he couldn't help but wince and she noticed. Of course she noticed.

"Jacket off."

When he hesitated, Y/N unzipped the front of his jacket and slid it down his arms until it hit the floor. They were over his arms and, judging how one peaked out from the neckline of his shirt, she assumed they were across his chest too. "Rest on the sofa while I run you a bath," she instructed, already pulling away from him and starting toward her bathroom. He followed after her, trying and failing to hide the pout forming on his lips.

"Y/N, I'm fine. I really am fine, okay?" Bob called to her, stopping her dead in her tracks. "It doesn't hurt anymore. You don't need to take care of me."

All she said was, "I want to take care of you," and, boy, did that make him feel like sobbing right then and there.

Giddiness. There it was. As clear as day. And if anything, it was stronger than ever. It was like someone had pumped helium into his veins and he felt lightheaded and giddy and so full and so… happy. He was grinning like an idiot and he knew it. "Yeah, uh yeah, some relaxing does sound really good right now," he replied, trying and failing to sound normal and cool.

"Bobby, sit down. Take off your shoes."

She was smiling, her dimples showing, and God, he loved those dimples so much. They always made him melt inside and think that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be all bad to spend every waking moment for the rest of his life with Y/N and have that smile directed at him.

"Yes ma'am." And with a mock salute, he kicked his shoes off and dropped onto the sofa. A new sofa that he'd never seen before. "Where's the gross couch?"

From inside the bathroom, Y/N snorted. "Sold it on Craigslist. Bought another one then found one of those stretchy cover things on Amazon because I only shop at the most indie and reputable companies on the globe," she joked as she leant down to turn the tap on.

"Ah, Bezos thanks you."

He stretched out his legs as best he could with aching muscles, a groan escaping as the tension drained from his body. He let his eyes wander around his surroundings, taking in all the furniture and paintings, the windowsills overflowing with random knick knacks Y/N had bought from thrift stores or stuff she'd hoarded over the years, and plants growing everywhere. "You've got this place looking nice. Very green and bright and all," he commented casually, looking all around. Hell, he'd lived in his apartment for years and it never looked this good. It was so different. So peaceful. So homey. He loved it.

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"You really like it?" Her voice sounded a little hesitant as she leaned against the doorway of her bathroom, waiting for his reply. But Bob was too busy admiring her home to notice she was standing there, completely beaming at how he looked in the lamplight.

Often when he left, she forgot how broad he was, how tall, how muscular, how handsome he was. Something about how gentle and soft spoken made her forget everything he could possibly be capable of being a sexy, nerdy, muscly man. Because he was all of those things - and more.

"I love it," he replied, nodding. "Makes me want to force you to let me move in."

"Well, I won't say no to that."

One second he looked up and she was by the door, the next she'd slipped inside to add a bath bomb and light some candles to guarantee he was going to he as zen as possible. And then a few moments after that, she emerged and dragged him by the hand towards the bathroom. "Use anything you want. Towels are here. And what would you prefer, a reheated stuffed pepper or something more of the delivered variety?"

"You don't-"

"Robert."

"Right. You want to." She raised her eyebrow, urging him to make his mind up. "The pepper please."

"I'm glad I'm finally getting through to you," she teased lightly, before leaving him to his bath. His eyes stayed glued to the door until she disappeared from sight, the sounds of he'd humming heard through the walls. He smiled and shook his head; it hadn't escaped his attention how comfortable and domestic the whole situation was between them.

This? This he was absolutely loving. It was crazy. Crazy ridiculous. He had thought people had lied about the whole butterflies in your tummy thing, but now he understood. Now, he knew exactly what it felt like. He could feel it whenever she looked at him, when her touch sent shivers running down his spine; he was hooked. Like a drug addict hooked on the sweet feeling of happiness that came with being close to her.

Wrapped in only a towel, Bob opened the door and padded barefoot out to join her in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter as she scrolled through Instagram and metaphorically had to pick her jaw off the floor when her eyes drifted up to catch sight of him. His hair was dripping droplets of water all over her hardwood floor, his body glistening in the light coming from the kitchen.

The sight almost took her breath away but she quickly snapped herself back into reality by the time he'd given her a sheepish smile. "Do you still have the extra clothes I left here?" He asked, pointing vaguely in the direction of where he'd stashed them last time he visited.

"If I lie and say no, will you walk around like this forever?" she blurted out without thinking, earning a scoff from him in response.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you're hot, Bobby. Fuck, that -" She gestured in the general direction of his abs. "That is a romance novel worthy."

To say his cheeks were red was an understatement. He looked away from her, not wanting her to see the blush spreading all up to his ears, even though his chest told her how much that compliment had affected him. But then she laughed. It started small, like she wanted to suppress it but couldn't control herself, which only resulted in both of them letting free the giggles and laughter flowing throughout the kitchen.

At some point, he got closer and held onto the counter on either side of her, leaning down to rest his forehead against her shoulder as they tittered away together. Eventually, they pulled away from each other, breathing a bit heavy and trying to calm themselves.

"This might sound weird - and if it makes you uncomfortable, please say - can I touch your abs?" she suddenly asked, her gaze locked with his, her words almost shy and cautious. He nodded eagerly in response, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I've always wondered what abs feel like."

Without further ado, Y/N gently reached forward, her hands skimming along his stomach and languidly tracing the dips and valleys with her fingertips, eliciting a soft moan from his mouth. "Is this alright?" she whispered, looking at him, searching his expression for any kind of discomfort.

"It feels nice," he murmured with half lidded eyes and a soft smile gracing his lips. Her fingers continued their exploration, her touch gentle and unknowingly teasing as she was as delicate as possible due to his bruising. Bob closed his eyes, enjoying every single second and revelling in his current state of undress with Y/N. It wasn't often that he got to experience something as simple and innocent as her touching him in such a tender manner.

Her fingers trailed upwards towards his pecs, then over his shoulder so she could wrap her arms around them and give him a hug. As she slid off the counter, she confessed, "I missed you, Bobby," and rested her cheek against his warm skin, her nose brushing against the exposed flesh of his neck.

"We facetimed every day."

"Still missed you."

"I missed you more." He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, squeezing tightly.

A few minutes went by. Maybe longer. Or maybe shorter, depending on how you looked at it. Time meant nothing now. All that mattered was them, right here, right now. The warmth of Y/N pressed against him, the scent of her coconut shampoo in his hair, the feeling of her hand stroking up and down his back in slow, soothing motions. And he just let himself get lost in the giddiness. In that perfect moment, when all he could hear were her quiet mumblings and feel her soft skin, it felt like nothing else existed except for the two of them. Just them. Their little bubble, surrounded by the complete mess of her half renovated kitchen with its mismatched chairs and cabinets and appliances that didn't match at all.

Hugging a mostly naked Bob was not something Y/N expected to happen when she woke up that morning, but somehow here she was, holding him and resting against his bare chest whilst his hand was firmly resting on her hip. It felt natural and familiar. Not at all awkward or out of the blue like it probably should have.

"Sorry, I'll get your bag now." She reluctantly stepped away from him, her heart thudding loudly at the loss of contact. Still, she joked, "I'm surprised your towel hasn't fallen yet."

"I used one of those hair clip things to keep it in place."

"You're a genius. So smart." She winked at him while making her way towards her bedroom where his backpack sat on the corner of her room. In no time, she'd returned and held it out to him. "If you're looking for your hoodie, I may have worn it when it got particularly cold in the night and washed it. Now it smells like my detergent."

Now, Y/N did have hoodies of her own. Yet, something about men's clothing is way more comfortable. Well, that's the reason she claimed in her head. But in reality? She didn't lie when she admitted to missing Bob and his clothes smelt like he was still next to her.

"You wore my clothes?" He looked a little stunned, blinking slowly in disbelief and amusement as she nodded. He smiled to himself, shaking his head slightly before reaching out to take the bag from her grip and began searching through it.

Once he found the neatly folded hoodie in question, he held it out to her. "If you get cold tonight," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on hers. "Don't argue with me, just take it."

As soon as it was in her hands, he dipped back into the bathroom to dress. As he dressed, he found it difficult to contain his grin, especially when his thoughts kept forcing him to imagine her in his jumper, the sleeves slipping down over her fingers and the hood falling in front of her eyes because it was so big on her frame. Imagining was one thing, seeing her like that was another. When he returned to the kitchen, she had slipped it on and was in the process of reheating his food.

"Apparently Cassiopeia can be seen very clearly tonight, can we have a look?" She asked as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

Bob wanted to speak. He wanted to say, "Yeah, would love to. That sounds great, darlin'." But, he couldn't find the courage to. He was rendered speechless. Instead, he just gave her a nod as a reply, his mind buzzing with thoughts of her and the beautiful picture she presented before him. She looked absolutely stunning with his grey hoodie hanging loosely from her shoulders and her hair framing her face perfectly. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to not lean across the kitchen island and capture her lips in a kiss.

When she sat down next to him, a smile still lingering on his face, it was evident that she had caught his reaction. "Something on your mind?" She asked.

"No," he answered hastily, trying to shake off any remnants of her spell. She studied his face for a long moment, waiting until he met her stare. And when he finally did, she gave him a soft, comforting smile. "What the heck is Cassiopeia?"

"A constellation." She let out a chuckle. "I thought a man of the sky, such as yourself, would have known that."

"Robert Floyd, man of the sky. I like that," he teased with a slight chuckle, causing her to laugh again.

Then it was onto star gazing. Y/N found the Big Dipper then the North star then, bang, Cassiopeia the Queen. To aid Bob, she tilted his chin and pointed it out for him to see. "Right there. See that W shape?"

He watched intently, trying hard to focus despite his distracted mind. Then she said, "This one?" and pointed at the Big Dipper with a flourish.

"Not quite."

She gently placed her hand on his wrist to point it in the correct direction and he let her do it without complaint. His eyes remained focused on her hand on his wrist, the gentle pressure sending electricity up his arm and into his brain, making him lightheaded for a few moments. "See it now?" She was watching him carefully, her eyes sparkling with amusement as he moved his gaze back to the stars.

After he regained some of his composure, he replied softly, "Yeah." The stars were particularly clear that day. "What's the story behind it?"

"Do you want the long or short version?"

"Long version."

Chuckling, she began the tale. "Good ol' Cas was once the Queen of Ethiopia and she was a vain lady. The god Poseidon heard that she was running her mouth about her daughter, Andromeda - she's there -" She tilted his head again, just as she would after mentioning the name of each constellation that came up and traced the shape in the air to help him out. "The queen claimed that her daughter was more beautiful than the Nereids and Poseidon wasn't happy about that."

Nerding out was one of Bob's favourite things to do, especially when the other person was clearly very knowledgeable and passionate about the topic they were discussing - that's how he got along so well with Mickey and his Star Trek word vomit when they had to share a bunk. Y/N's voice grew even softer as she continued the tale, her eyes glistening brightly as she spoke.

"To punish her, Poseidon sent a monster called Cetus - he's over there just under Pisces - to destroy the kingdom of her husband, King Cepheus - and he's over here." She pointed to the splattering of stars right beside Cassiopeia. "They're right beside each other for eternity, which is sweet."

A breeze blew past and Bob had to admit, he was feeling a little chilly. So, due to the age-old comfort between them, he decided that pulling her closer to him 'for warmth and only for warmth' and sticking his hands in the hoodie pocket, was reasonable. It was. It was beyond reasonable.

"Want me to give your hoodie back?"

"No. Continue with the story."

Chuckling quietly under her breath, she leaned back into him and proceeded with her story. "In order to appease Poseidon, the King and Queen had to sacrifice Andromeda. They chained her to a rock and left her out for the monster to devour her."

"And I used to get annoyed at my mama for leaving my bedroom door open," Bob joked, earning a hearty laugh from her. It was weird, Bob never spoke of his mother much nowadays.

After she died, it seemed too much like opening a wound he wasn't sure if he could ever fully close again. This was progress.

"Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus -"

"Where's he?"

"To the left of Andromeda."

This time she hadn't guided his gaze, so he did an exaggerated squint to imply that he needed some help. She obliged with an almost shy smile.

"Perseus rescued her before she could be stuffed down the monster's gullet with his fancy-schmancy sword. He'd just slain Medusa, you see, and happened to be riding by on his pegasus. Just one look, that's all it took, and he was in love." She giggled, her cheeks tinged a slight pink colour. "Their wedding wasn't the most traditional one out there as one of Andromeda's old suitors - who was her uncle - arrived and tried to start a fight, but Percy used Medusa's head to turn him to stone."

Bob couldn't help but ask, "Like in that Percy Jackson movie?"

"Where'd you think Rick Riordan got his stories from?"

He rested his chin atop her shoulder and grinned to himself. "How does it end?"

"Cassiopeia was punished. Poseidon chained her to her throne and cast her into the heavens, but to be cruel he positioned her upside-down down so she'd have to run the risk of falling out of the sky for as long as there is a sky."

"And Andromeda?"

"She lived happily ever after with her husband."

It was quiet for a while after she finished speaking, both of them staring into space, lost in their own worlds. Well, Y/N was busy looking at the stars. Bob kept his eyes trained on her, unable to stop himself from smiling at the way her hair swayed slightly whenever the wind blew, and her eyes shone with wonderment whenever she gazed up at them.

"Would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Hmm...?"

"A happily ever after," Bob clarified with a shrug, suddenly feeling rather stupid for saying it like that. In his mind, he was being so obvious. Still, he wasn't quite ready to admit how he felt yet; so, he went on, "With, uh, someone, anyone who'll have me."

Her attention immediately snapped from the sky and she turned to face him, her eyebrows rising at his choice of words. "Anyone? Bobby, a man like you should have standards. You don't just go around throwing your hat into the ring and hoping for the best, do you?" She teased.

Oh boy. That sounded like something his Mama would have said to him, though it didn't sound nearly as patronising coming from Y/N's mouth. Not to mention, that last part sounded a lot more sassy than what his Mama would have said. It was a dangerous game, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Oh, I stopped throwing my hat into the ring years ago."

"Your love life that bad?"

"All I do is work and hang out with you."

Oh.

Just then, another cold gust of wind hit them and she shivered, curling into his side to try and shield him from its icy touch. "Shit! You must be freezing! Let's go back inside," Y/N announced as she interlinked her fingers into his and pulled him inside before they caught pneumonia. "Sit! Sit! I'll go and get my blanket so we can regain our body heat. Can't have you catching something!"

Yeah, he could definitely imagine having a happily ever after with her. Hell, she already made it impossible for him to forget how he felt, how warm she always felt to him. But, he shook those thoughts from his head and allowed her to pull him towards the couch before she rushed up to her room, returning less than a minute later with her arms full of the thick fleece blanket she used to wrap up in during winter.

Snuggled together as soon as she sat down, she draped the blanket over them, keeping them both cocooned in its soft embrace. Y/N rested her head against Bob's chest, listening to his heart beat, his chest moving up and down slowly and rhythmically beneath her cheek. He smelled good, she realised, like freshly washed linen, soap, sandalwood and mint.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

Other than the bruises, nothing else was wrong.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"Your heart is beating really fast."

"Oh, that always happens when I'm around you."

Shit. Her eyes widened at the admission as she lifted her head slightly to look at his face. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted in embarrassment as he realised what he'd admitted, and he refused to meet her eyes. She could see the tip of his ears burning red and she chuckled, her smile growing bigger by the second as it finally dawned on her.

It was difficult to form coherent words when his brain was malfunctioning. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't find the right words, not when she looked at him like that so his hand came to cradle her cheek, tenderly brushing away some stray hairs that had fallen across her face. He brushed the strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering on the skin there and he watched the way her features softened at his touch.

Slowly and so very carefully, as if scared that he might break, he leaned forward and captured her lips in his. The kiss was chaste, gentle and innocent, but it still had a certain electricity buzzing through their bodies that caused sparks to fly wherever their mouths touched. He moved his hand downwards to rest on the side of her neck, tilting her chin with his thumb to deepen the kiss.

When they separated, the kiss still lingering, they stared into each other's eyes for several moments in comfortable silence before bursting out laughing at the same time. Neither of them were exactly sure where the laughter started or ended, or even how they got there, but they couldn't care less either.

Now that it was out in the open, both of them felt relief rush through their veins. It felt like an enormous weight off their chests had been lifted. Not physically as Y/N was guided onto Bob's lap, her knees placed either side of his waist, and happily buried her face in the crook of his neck. His arms encircled her frame tightly, holding her impossibly closer to him. The butterflies in his stomach stirred once more, but this time they were different - it felt more... right somehow? As if he was meant to hold her. "We should do that more often," Bob suggested, his words a little muffled since his lips were pressed firmly against the top of her head.

Y/N gave a small hum in agreement, burying her nose further into the hollow between his collarbone and shoulder, savouring his unique scent, while running a finger along his arm absentmindedly. She could feel the tension in his muscles disappear instantly, replaced by a sort of content sigh.

"Darlin'?"

"Yes, Bobby?"

With her temple against his shoulder, she looked up at him questioningly, wondering what his next words would be about. Bob smiled down at her, gently tracing her jawline with his finger. His lips barely grazing hers as he pleaded, "One more kiss?" He paused. "Please?"

"Just one?"

"Well, I don't want to push my luck."

"You're such a dork."

She laughed quietly at his reply before closing the gap between them again, attempting to press her lips to his in a sweet quick peck. Bob had other ideas. With a firm grasp on her waist and the other tangled in the hair at the nape of her head, he dipped her down until her back hit the couch cushion. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, leaning in for a deeper kiss. They remained locked together for a few seconds until she broke apart, her lips hovering below his as she whispered softly, "I feel lightheaded."

"Good thing you're lying down," he joked, pulling her flush to him and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. After that, he continued peppering kisses along her jaw, trailing his kisses down until he reached the soft spot at the base of her throat. When he pulled away, Y/N let out a small whine. Bob smirked against the soft skin there before asking, "That enough?"

"More," Y/N pouted. A smirk crept upon his face and without missing a beat, he leant in again for another, then another, then another. He couldn't seem to help himself, the urge to be in close proximity with her overwhelming and leaving no room for thought. Plus, she wasn't complaining.

No matter how many times he kissed her, she never seemed to tire of it. Every time he was within inches of her, she seemed to unconsciously lean towards him. Whether it was subconscious or deliberate, she couldn't say, but she didn't particularly care. At all. In fact, she loved every moment of it. And, judging from the way her hands ran lazily along his back, she was loving it too.

"I don't want to stop but I am about to knock out," he mumbled in between kisses, trying to pull away from her as subtly as possible, though of course he didn't really succeed in doing anything. "Came straight here from the airport. Didn't sleep a wink on the flight."

His attempt at escape only lasted two seconds before he kissed her again. He was powerless to do anything but succumb to the temptation of her soft lips pressed against his, and as the taste of her lingered on his tongue, he became weak. If this was heaven then, Bob wouldn't mind dying. He wasn't religious anymore, but just knowing he was with her and that everything would be alright because of his decision, it was enough to make him believe in some sort of good out there.

"Can't stop: you're too pretty. Like a goddess in disguise. I'm sure you'd beat those.... those - dang, what were they called? Nerd-oids? Nerrr... Poseidon people."

"Nereids."

"You'd beat the Nereids in a pageant any day."

A giggle bubbled up from inside her chest. "I think you just doomed me to be chained to a rock and fed to a horrifying sea monster," she muttered, trying to contain her giggles.

Bob pulled back a fraction so he could stare her straight in the eyes, the corners of his mouth curled upwards as his eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'd save you in a heartbeat." He planted a few soft pecks all over her face, ending with placing a soft, yet lingering kiss on her lips. "But," he added, kissing the tip of her nose, "I'm not sure if a plane is as cool as a flying pony and my sword skills are limited to that time I dressed up as King Arthur in my fifth grade school play."

That was unexpected information. Yet, she knew he wasn't exaggerating about how tired he was because information about his life always fell from his lips whenever he was lacking sleep. His eyelids were drooping heavily, threatening to fall shut at any given second as he let out a big yawn.

"Let's go to bed, Perseus."

"Lead the way, Andromeda."

He allowed her to guide him upstairs, her hand tucked securely in his. They climbed the stairs in relative silence, the sounds of the distant waves and wind in the trees providing a soothing backdrop to their quiet night. By the time they reached the door, he yawned again and she laughed at his adorable antics.

Life was perfect as they continued to revel in the comfort of their new relationship. Well, except there was this one thing - they hadn't been intimate yet. It was two months in and nothing of that sort had happened. It's not as if Y/N had never tried to initiate sex, but Bob always changed the subject or stopped them before they'd even started.

Still, that didn't stop them from being a happy couple.

"Baby, are you ready yet?" His voice rang clear throughout the house as he checked his watch.

Their friend Kenny was having his birthday gathering at a fancy bar and Y/N had taken it as her opportunity to dress up really nice to persuade Bob to finally do something about the sexual tension between them.

"Two minutes."

"You said two minutes five minutes ago."

Y/N rolled her eyes and finished applying her lipstick and brushed her hair with her fingers before looking in the mirror. Yep, Bob was going to be drooling over her in 3...2...1... "Holy fuck!"

Her eyes went wide as she watched Bob's jaw drop at the sight of her. He stood frozen in place, staring at her as her heels clicked against each stair she walked down. His eyes trailed from her legs up her torso to her face. He shook his head slowly, unable to speak as he brought a hand up to brush back some of his hair back from his face. She didn't know whether to laugh, coo, or cry at the adorableness radiating from his face; he was swooning. "Do I look okay?" She asked, tugging at her dress nervously.

"Y/N..." He trailed off, his hands clutching at her hips tightly, as if afraid she would disappear. "You look absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous, actually," he corrected himself quickly and let out a low whistle as he gazed upon her, his eyes roaming across every inch of her body, taking in every feature.

The dress fit her perfectly, emphasising her curves perfectly and accentuating her natural figure. It was simple yet elegant, classy in that old fashioned, off the shoulder movie star way. She had styled her hair into a low bun, with long, flowing strands framing both sides of her face like an angelic halo. Her makeup was flawless and her jewellery sparkled brightly. She felt incredibly beautiful just standing there and completely captivating him.

Then, all of a sudden, she was yanked into a hungry smooch, causing her to squeak in surprise. His hands slipped around to rest on either side of her body, keeping her firmly trapped against him as he took advantage of her gasp. She placed a hand against his chest, trying to get some space between them, but he held fast, refusing to let her go.

"Bobby, we have to go."

"Two minutes."

More than two minutes passed by as he continued kissing her. She eventually had to push him a little to get a chance to disconnect herself from him. As soon as she did, however, Bob immediately grabbed hold of her waist once more and pulled her right back onto him. It was impossible to resist, but she had to.

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"You have lipstick all over your mouth," Y/N teased as she pulled out a tissue from her bag and wiped it away while Bob gave her a devilish grin. She chuckled, shaking her head, her eyes glancing back up at his briefly returning to the job at hand. "Seriously though. We should go. You know, for Kenny's party," she reminded him.

Bob groaned loudly like a grumpy teenage boy, his expression falling slightly. It was obvious that wasn't what he wanted anymore. She knew that he would be begging to leave early.

Kenny was surprised that Robert Floyd, the man that was an hour early to the first frat party he went to and waited on the porch until other people arrived to go inside, was late. Then he saw the tiny unwiped smudge of Y/N's lipstick in the corner of his lip and knew exactly why Bob had been twenty minutes late. "So, are you guys officially together now?" Kenny asked when Bob entered the room and sat down next to him. His friend nodded, letting out a dreamy sigh.

"Yeah, we are."

"Finally!" Kenny cheered, throwing an arm around Bob's shoulders, effectively knocking him off his chair as he laughed loudly. "And you, Missy: you look gorgeous tonight! So hot, I almost can't stand it!"

The birthday boy clearly had already started the fun before he even got to the bar. Kenny was nursing some exciting looking cocktail that had a sparkler and multiple mini umbrellas in it. "You wanna know what was the first thing he said when he saw you? Rob pointed, did that thing - you know, that innocent farm loverboy look - and whispered to me, and I quote, 'that is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen'," Kenny slurred slightly, laughing loudly as he mimicked Bob's tone of voice. "I thought he was pointing to the poster of Megan Fox that was right beside your head and agreed with him."

Looking up at him (admittedly, she didn't have to crane her neck as high as usual due to her heels), Y/N found the sight of Bob's blushing cheeks an amusing sight to behold. Bob coughed, attempting to recover, but any doubt that the story was the ramblings of a drunk man was squashed by his reaction. "Why'd you never let this story slip?"

"Didn't want you to think I only became your friend because I think you're pretty," Bob shrugged sheepishly. It always astounded her how his confidence was zapped out of him whenever he was in public.

Soon, Y/N was pulled away to talk to the girls who all wanted to know where the hell that dress came from, and Y/N was willing to fill them in. From across the bar, Bob was being teased by all his friends, which was usual.

"Look at you! You're totally whipped."

"You say that as if it's a new thing. He's had a crush on Y/N for years."

"Remember that time Y/N got super drunk and Rob carried her all the way to her dorm at three am."

"That's not even the whole story. They stopped off a McDonald's on the way and he bought her the twenty nuggets, but he ended up eating them all when he slept on her floor -"

"I slept next to her," Bob interjected, a hint of smugness in his voice. "She sobered up by the time we got into her room and didn't want to sleep alone."

Memories of their college days kept being brought up as the group chatted amongst themselves, making jokes and laughing along with each other. Eventually, the two groups merged into one large group who all made sure Bob was forced out onto the dance floor.

And as always, it took no time for Y/N to coax him into her arms to move to the music, swaying her hips to the beat that was more fast paced than the songs the couple were used to dancing to. He grinned, allowing himself to be dragged across the dance floor, enjoying every second that he spent with his girlfriend in his grip.

Though, the mix of how hot she looked and the way her body was moving against his, it was hard for Bob to pay attention to anyone else. Y/N's back was flush to his chest as she danced against him, occasionally tilting her head up to smile at him. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of euphoria through his body and he couldn't keep the dopey grin off his face as he gazed down at her.

Bob had dressed up too, but, at this point, his once perfect tie had been loosened and his collar unbuttoned. His clothes consisted of a button up shirt that had once been tucked into his pants, his sleeves pushed up as far as they could go, showing off his muscled forearms and biceps. A pair of dark wash jeans hugged his thighs snugly and his sneakers, which still fit perfectly, shone under the lights as he swayed side to side to the rhythm of the song.

"Bobby, baby, you look so sexy right now," Y/N giggled as she pressed her lips against his cheek, causing him to chuckle loudly and shake his head as his eyes fluttered closed and his lips twitched into a small smile.

"Can we leave now?"

"No! Not yet."

He whined childishly, pulling her closer towards him. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, burying his nose into her neck as he breathed in deeply, enjoying how intoxicating the scent of her perfume was.

"Shots! Guys I've got everyone a shot and you have to take it because it's my birthday," Kenny exclaimed, causing Y/N and Bob to silently agree to slip away for a second to ensure they didn't have to do it. Bob had never been a huge fan of booze and Y/N wanted to make sure she was completely sober when they got home.

They snuck into a quiet corner. Bob sat on a bar stool and tugged Y/N by the waist so he was eye level to her chest. "Please can we go?" He pouted, giving her the puppy dog eyes and the most pitiful look he could possibly manage to give.

Y/N chuckled quietly, shaking her head fondly at his cute behaviour. She leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on his shoulders as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I know you're not a big fan of parties, why don't we stay for Kenny's horrible attempt at karaoke? Then, I promise, after that we can go. Sound good?"

"Sounds good."

As they presumed, Kenny's singing was horrible. But they listened to it anyway, cheering him on from the crowd, clapping their hands enthusiastically and smiling widely at his terrible performance. When he finally left the stage, the pair said their farewells and headed home.

The drive home was relatively quiet in the beginning. Bob was trying to focus on the road and not how Y/N's dress had slid up her thigh just slightly. It was too much. His hand languidly roamed up her thigh, his thumb rubbing softly against her skin. "Can I tell you something? Please promise you won't freak out?"

"I promise, Bobby."

Here goes nothing. "I'm so hard right now. Like really hard."

"Why would I freak out about my boyfriend and his erection?" Y/N asked innocently with a grin, her eyebrow raising teasingly. To go even further, she slowly slid his hand against her underwear. "Why would I mind when I'm as wet as I am? Feel it?"

His breath hitched, causing his lips to part and his hand retreat back to the steering wheel while his brain short circuited. The heat between the both of them caused Bob to become dizzier by the minute. "Uh, yeah," he managed to stutter, barely able to get the words out and trying desperately to concentrate on the road ahead of him. "I- I can feel it."

"Don't you want to do something about how wet I am, baby?" Her voice was husky and thick with need as she reached over and ran her hand slowly up his thigh again. His throat felt drier than the Sahara desert.

"I do... Trust me, I really do. I don't want to disappoint you." Bob smiled sadly down at the steering wheel. As much as he wanted to spend the night making love to his girlfriend, he couldn't risk messing up and losing her interest. "An old girlfriend told me I'm not, uh, I'm not good at... that I got too deep in my head and neither of us could enjoy it... Y/N, I want you to enjoy it but I don't know how and-"

Shit. She'd intended to turn him on, not turn him into a nervous mess. Her hand came up to soothingly caress the nape of his neck, calming his frantic rambling. "Breathe for me, sweetheart. Take a few deep breaths," she whispered calmly, gently running her nails across the skin. She continued soothing the area until he stopped mumbling and breathing heavily. "It's okay, baby. We'll wait until we get home, talk about everything and, if you want, I can take the lead until you become comfortable. Does that sound like a good plan?"

Never in a million years did he expect to get so turned on, but here he was, shifting uncomfortably in his seat with his mouth wide open in surprise. "Yes! I mean, yeah...yeah, that sounds fine. Okay, yes. Yes please," he quickly responded, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

Y/N giggled before placing a small kiss on his cheek and settling back into her seat, staring outside the window as the car began its journey back home. Bob stayed silent throughout the ride, his mind running wild as thoughts raced around inside of it. This kind of excitement and passion felt almost foreign, yet at the same time very familiar. It had been there, lurking underneath the surface for months.

Once they parked up on her drive, Bob was quick out of his door to help her out of her side like a true gentleman should, earning an amused grin from her in return. He was quick to hang his jacket up and kick off his shoes as he looked up at her with eager eyes when they got inside. Without her even asking him to, he knelt before her and gently placed her foot on his thigh so he could undo the straps of her heels before sliding off them.

"You're so good to me, baby," she cooed as his gaze flickered back up to hers, a shy smile playing on his lips. Her fingers traced his jawline as she gestured for him to stand upright, and as soon as he pulled himself up from the floor, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Thank you for understanding." His cheeks were pink as he nuzzled his face against her shoulder, his heart pounding wildly within his chest. Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as his lips attached themselves to her skin.

After a moment, Bob pulled back slightly to press a long, lingering kiss against her soft lips, his eyes closing tightly as he relished the feeling. Once the kiss ended, he took one last lingering glance downwards before looking her straight in the eyes. "Do you..." Bob started hesitantly, biting down lightly on his lower lip. "Would you like to try tonight?"

"It has been forever since I've gotten laid so I'm going to say yes," she replied, her tone playful as she grabbed his tie and seductively pulled him up to her room, dragging him behind her excitedly.

For once, he might actually enjoy sex.

"Unzip me, baby," she ordered, her tone still somewhat soft. Bob obliged, unzipping her dress swiftly and slipping it off of her, leaving her standing only in panties, her skin glistening in the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through her blinds. "Like it? I picked this bra just for you."

A satisfied grin curled upon her lipstick lips as she watched Bob stare hungrily at her body, the lust burning in his gaze. She loved knowing that she drove him crazy, but seeing him like this made her heart flutter and her stomach tighten in anticipation. "Do you want to touch?" She inquired as she walked towards him slowly, trailing kisses along the sides of his neck and up towards his jaw. She found his hands and slid them up her sides until both were firmly groping at her breasts, kneading and massaging them as she let out moans of pleasure. "Bobby, take my bra off for me."

Instantly, he nodded, his pupils dilated and his breathing uneven as he undid the clasp of her bra, slowly letting the material slide down her body until it landed around her feet, exposing her beautiful bare breasts to him and allowing his lips to drop to one, taking a nipple between his teeth before tugging at it gently.

At first Y/N was lost in bliss, her hand on the back of his head to encourage him to continue with his ministrations. But then she became aware and tugged on his hair. His attention immediately snapped up towards her as he looked at her curiously. "Did I say you could do that?"

"Um, I didn't think-"

"You don't have to think." Her fingers deftly slipped beneath the front of his trousers and tugged at his belt, pulling it free and tossing it carelessly aside. She stared up at him with a devilish grin, her eyes twinkling as she unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his ankles. "Go sit down on the bed, sweetheart."

Bob complied without complaint, plopping down on her bed and waiting patiently for her to kneel between his legs. He watched entranced as she tenderly placed a kiss on each knee cap before leaning up to pull him down by his tie, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth greedily and she allowed him access without hesitation, parting her lips ever so slightly as their tongues moved in perfect sync, creating a sensation unlike anything he had ever known before in her life.

Her hands slipped underneath his shirt, her fingers brushing the skin of his chest and abs in the way she knew he liked. Bob groaned as she trailed her fingernails down his abs, leaving hot, red marks in the process which caused his stomach to knot. "Can I touch you?" She asked hoarsely, kissing his cheek. "Would you like me to?"

"Yeah," he breathed out in response.

Y/N kissed up his neck and nibbled his earlobe affectionately as she slipped her hand into his underwear. He whimpered under his breath as she began stroking him, the warmth she left sending shivers racing down his spine and the feeling of ecstasy shooting through his entire system instantly. The sound of his moan only seemed to spur on Y/N as she began moving faster and faster, making him gasp in surprise and delight.

He felt as though he were flying and every nerve ending felt alive as all the pent up emotions of frustration and confusion and worry that had built up inside of him melted away leaving nothing more than pure euphoria. All of his nerves went lax and his brain blanked out of all thought, he didn't need to focus on anything other than getting what he wanted.

"Good boy, baby," Y/N praised him as she kept pumping him relentlessly. "Do you feel good?"

"Yes... yes... oh god yes..." He then proceeded to mutter incoherent words that were soon drowned by moans as she continued stroking him vigorously while his orgasm built up.

Y/N smirked wickedly as she continued to tease him mercilessly, bringing him to the brink then slowing down. He whined lowly, begging her to go faster, his hips bucking as his whole body shook with intense pleasure. "Please...please, please, please, please, please… I, I need it. Darlin, I - Fuck! Please, baby."

"You sound so sweet when you beg." She gave him a teasing kiss on the lips, pulling away as soon as he tried to deepen it. "Not going to let you come yet."

A giggle escaped her mouth at the face he made as edged him, watching with amusement how he shook and tried to catch his breath after the intense rush. She leaned over him and pressed a gentle kiss onto his cheek to quell any frustration he had, smiling when he returned the gesture eagerly. He needed that contact to ground him in reality; the fact that he wasn't dreaming or imagining things; this was real and happening right now.

That need is why he allowed himself to suggest, "Sit on my face?"

"Bobby, are you sure?" she murmured in response, her fingers grazing along his jaw as she spoke, her eyes never leaving his own, searching them for any signs of uncertainty.

"I'm positive, baby." His voice came out strained and breathless, his entire body aching for her touch. "Please. I need it."

The look of adoration in his eye melted her insides to mush, leaving her completely speechless. For a moment, she forgot everything as she simply sat there staring at his gorgeous blue eyes. Her thumb ran circles across his cheek, caressing him gently.

"One hundred percent sure?"

"Absolutely."

Who was she to deny him? Ensuring that she had his consent and permission, she proceeded by slowly undoing his shirt and tie. "Can't ruin your fancy clothes, can we?"

"I could always buy more."

With a chuckle at how desperate he sounded, she reached up and pushed his glasses off of his face, setting them on the nightstand next to the bed. His eyes followed her movements, drinking in her appearance appreciatively as she kissed down his chest, teasing at the muscles of his abdomen before trailing her lips up to his cheek. She paused to give him one last soft peck on his lips, telling him, "Lie with your head hanging off the side of the bed."

Quickly, he scrambled to do as such, lying flat on his back as she stood up from the bed and stepped out of her underwear. A blush spread across his face as he glanced upwards at her body. He couldn't help it as his eyes roved over her naked flesh in appreciation, marvelling at how perfect she was. She was an angel and he wished there was a way he could spend every single day of his life worshipping her body like he did now.

Before she hovered her pussy over his mouth, she reassured, "Tap my thigh if you are suffocating." He did the motion to prove that he understood. "Ready?"

"Born ready, darlin."

So, with deliberate slowness, she lowered herself onto his face, keeping her feet on the ground so she could easily remove herself if he needed to breathe. When he took hold of her thighs, however, she knew for a fact that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, a low hum emitting from his throat every few seconds as he licked at her pussy. He moved his tongue around leisurely, teasing it against the folds as he sucked hard on her clit which prompted her to whimper and grind against his face.

Pleasure overtook her senses and she didn't want them to stop. But they had to. Only for a little bit because he had been making her feel good but had yet to give himself two seconds to make sure if he was okay. "Let's, oh fuck, let's take a second to breathe, baby."

"No!" He said quickly, pushing her legs further apart with his free hand and forcing himself deeper into her pussy.

"Lieutenant Floyd, you're going to suffocate."

Hearing her say that forced him to follow orders. "Good boy. Breathe for me, my pretty boy," she cooed, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip as she gazed lovingly down at him. "Kiss?"

"Want one."

It was rather sweet when Y/N had to fully sit on his chest and lean down to give him a kiss. She giggled and rested her hands on his shoulders, keeping herself balanced on top of him as she planted tiny kisses all over his face. "Mmm..." He moaned happily as he closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh, relishing every second of being surrounded by her warm, sensual scent.

Robert Floyd was pussy drunk. And, he wanted to get wasted.

"My break is over."

"Oh, is it?" Y/N teased with a smirk. His eyes were glazed over with lust, his chin slick with drool and her, his hair a mess as brought her knee closer to his face so he could kiss it repeatedly. He looked as if he was in heaven between her legs and she just loved to see him so happy. He pouted, grabbing a handful of her ass to tug her forward until she was flush with his face again.

Then he got back to it and began sucking hungrily on her clit, causing her to squeal in delight. She arched her back as he worked her with abandon, her nails scraping lightly against the skin of his shoulder, eliciting a loud moan from his throat.

"God, you taste so good!" It was a little muffled, but she knew what he had said. She chuckled, placing her hand into his hair to run her fingers through it as her hips thrust up against his face. He groaned once again, his hands roaming all over her body in search of new sensations to stimulate her pleasure more.

As the time went on, Bob grew bolder, licking and sucking on her clit with more force and teasing her nipples between his fingers. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head back as he continued working his magic on her. "Bobby," she whispered urgently when she found herself close. She needed release; she needed it badly. "You're doing so, uh, so fucking well I can't-" Her orgasm hit her suddenly, taking her completely by surprise and causing her to scream out.

He continued to eat her out greedily, his fingers digging deeply into her flesh as she threw her head back in ecstasy. After her body stopped twitching and her cries subsided, he continued to suck and lick her juices off of her thighs as he listened to her panting breaths.

"Are you okay?"

"So okay," Y/N chuckled, trying her hardest to pull herself together. She gave him a playful smile before moving to sit on the bed beside him, resting her head on his broad shoulder. "Did you enjoy yourself, baby?"

The answer was obvious by the goofy grin on his face and the glint in his eyes. "Mhm. So much." He sat up to wrap his arms securely around her waist, pressing her against him possessively as he nuzzled his face against hers and inhaled her scent. "So so so much."

Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him too as she pulled him in for a tender kiss. "Good." She smiled against his lips. "Cause we're not done yet."

His grin widened even further at her words, knowing exactly where she was heading. "Do you want me or you to take the reins for the next bit?" she inquired seductively, arching her eyebrow in challenge. His grin disappeared as quickly as it had appeared as his cock hardened rapidly beneath his boxers, a growl slipping past his lips at the thought of how good he was going to feel and the sounds she'd make doing so.

No hesitation. "You."

"Head against the pillows then. Let your eyes close."

Not needing another instruction, he complied immediately. He could barely wait for her to remove his boxer briefs, his eyes fluttering shut and his breathing increasing slightly. The warmth of her hands on his erection made his eyes snap open to find her already positioned in front of him, holding his length tightly in her hand.

As soon as he felt the tip of her hot pink tongue running down his length, his knees turned to jelly, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and he released a deep groan of pleasure. "Oh God...you're gonna be the death of me, darlin'."

"Shh, relax. Relax and let yourself get taken care of."

"I won't last long. Just fuck me."

She couldn't help the giggle that slipped past her lips. "I will. Trust me, I'm just trying to rile you up before I ride your cock," she retorted teasingly before sinking her teeth lightly into his thigh, her lips lingering around the sensitive area to draw out a loud groan from him.

"I'm riled. I am thoroughly riled. I need you, please. Baby, please," he pleaded desperately, gripping her hair tightly as he brought their faces closer so that he could kiss her. She moaned in response as his tongue delved deep within her mouth and she felt herself being lifted into his waiting arms, his grip on her waist beginning a needy slew of grinds that were very persuasive.

Continuing her teasing would be cruel at this point, so Y/N gave in to the desire bubbling inside of her and his borderline pitiful whines. She slid the palm of her hands down his chest until they settled comfortably on his waist as she sat herself up. "Are you ready? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

She waited until he nodded to lower herself down on his cock, gasping at the stretch as she pushed down onto him slowly and watching him intently as he clenched his jaw tight. He was fighting to keep his eyes open to inspect every change on her face as she adjusted herself to the size of his dick.

"That's it! You're doing amazing," he encouraged breathlessly. Her head was tilted back, exposing her neck as she enjoyed the sensation of finally having his cock buried inside of her for the first time and it definitely was a task to take. "Just a little more. Good girl, don't stop now."

Letting out soft whimpers, Y/N finally took all of him into her body and started moving back and forth slowly, allowing his shaft to fill her up. Bob's fingers tangled themselves in the sheets as she did and he tried to fight back the urge to come already, but it was hard when he was feeling so damn good.

"I know you want to come, baby. Hold out just a little longer, " she coaxed, her tone gentle and low. As she increased the pace of her movement, she ran a finger down his abs, making him groan and buck up further into her. "Oh fuck, do that again."

So, as he did with all of her orders, he did as she said. With his grip tight enough to bruise her hips, he began fucking upwards into her pussy, driving her crazy as he'd managed to find a certain sensitive spot completely on accident. Every single thrust of his hips sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, each one sending a jolt of pure pleasure through her.

Judging by his whines, he was very close to the edge so she began to play with her clit to help her along, causing her to tighten her muscles around him and her to gasp loudly as her whole body shook violently. "Can I? Can I come now?" Bob gasped desperately, his cock throbbing in desperation and needing relief. "Oh fuck, you feel so good coming on my cock, so good that I'm going to, I'm going..."

"Let go, Bobby. You'll hurt yourself if you hold in any more. Come for me. Come for me baby, you know you want to. Yes, right there...come for me..." Y/N begged, loving the way his voice sounded and the sight of his handsome face contorted in ecstasy, sweat dripping down his brow, a vein pulsating in his neck as his eyes rolled back in his head, unable to control himself anymore.

In no time flat he came, releasing his load deep inside her with a broken cry of "I love you." Then he limply flopped back onto the mattress, still twitching inside her as his climax gradually faded away, leaving him exhausted and sweaty and sated. She giggled happily and crawled over top of him as his heart began to beat wildly in his chest, and she placed her warm lips against his neck before whispering sweet, sweet nothing in his ear.

"You did so well, baby boy. Look at you, you're all fucked out." She stroked his damp cheek gently before pulling away. He grabbed her arm before she could move towards the bathroom. "I was going to get a towel to clean us up."

"Let me."

Without wasting a single second that she would use to convince him to stay in bed, he climbed out and rushed into the bathroom. Yes, he really did profess his love while coming in her. No, that is not how he wanted it to happen. He wanted it to be romantic. He had it all planned out.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Can you forget what I said when I came?" He returned to her, staring at her as she focused on the ceiling and took some deep breaths only for her head to whip to him, a curious yet hurt expression on her face. "Because that was not planned."

They were silent as he ran a towel around her thighs, cleaning up any remnants of him from her skin and her from his. She didn't answer his question, choosing to remain quiet, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of her until he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently turning her face towards him so that she could meet his gaze directly.

"Would you like to hear my plan?" He brushed a lock of sweaty hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She swallowed thickly, her eyes never wavering from his as she gave a small nod.

Well, he might as well explain. Especially when she looked all pouty at the wrong assumption she'd made that he didn't love her.

"My big romantic gesture to tell you that I am hopelessly, so pitifully, so so deeply in love with you was supposed to be on your birthday. I had it all worked out. I'd have it all set up: the blanket so we could lie back and stargaze comfortably; the snacks because, well, snacks are great; and then I'd let you unwrap the telescope I got you."

He paused to chastise himself, "Which I could've not mentioned to keep it a surprise, but I've done it now and I'm going to get you something else as well to keep the mystery going."

"You don't need to get me anything else. The telescope is perfect as it is," she said softly, leaning forward to plant a small peck on his lips, her smile spreading as his hand reached up to cup the side of her face tenderly.

"Then we'd cuddle. We'd watch the stars. It would be so comfy and sweet and you'd have a pink nose because it's cold out. And the best part? Your cheeks." His thumbs started tracing small circles into her cheeks. "These cute things. They'd become the same colour as your nose when I finally said those three words that I've been trying to say for so long."

His words seemed almost too good to be true, yet they were one hundred percent pure truth.

"Now I've fucked it by moaning it when I shot my come in you." He paused, giving her a look full of apology before continuing, "I hope that's okay, but I couldn't help myself. It was simply too good and-"

Interrupting him, she pressed her lips to his before he even finished explaining himself. His body relaxed immediately in reaction to her touch, his lips relaxing into a gentle smile when she leant back for him to loom above her, trapping her underneath him.

"I love you too, Bobby," she whispered tenderly as she stared up at him, a blush forming across her cheeks, a bright smile adorning her face. "But we can do the cheesy mushy shit later because I'm sticky and would love round two in the shower."

Bob smiled back at her softly as he pulled back slightly and planted his forehead atop hers. He couldn't help but beam, "So you're saying that you love me and that I was good enough at sex that you want to go again?"

Y/N laughed quietly under her breath. "Maybe."

Bob was living in a constant state of giddiness and he was loving every second of it.

"I think I should take that as a yes then, huh?"

"I wouldn't mind taking the lead for a while," she teased, poking his stomach with her index finger playfully. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye and she knew exactly what he was about to say next without having to utter another word, knowing that he was up for the challenge.

"Want me to carry you to the bathroom?"

The answer was obvious.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #bob fucks #bob floyd #top gun maverick #Youtube

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bonefall · 1 year

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What do you think of Fallen Leaves (as in, canon Fallen Leaves)? I'm pretty neutral towards him, but I'm curious to know what you think of him and why you decided to merge him with Hollyleaf. Also, does Hollyleaf ever regain a better understanding of Clanmew again since you mentioned she only half remembered it? Does she ever teach anyone the ancient language or nah? I can imagine kits begging to know ancient swear words.

i dont like jhim

BANGER idea, wasted. Ancient ghost in the tunnels??!? He drowned to death in an ancient ritual?!!? He has been unable to move on for a thousand moons ??!?!?!?!?!?!

Idk make him a lonely sadboy or something. No he doesn't try to drag people down. No there's no ghostly powers or anything. No he's not like a folklore ghost.

He just lives in the tunnels and Is Sad. Lame.

Erin Hunter LOVES coming up with cool ideas for characters and then doing nothing with those ideas, slowly turning them into boring ship material and cardboard background cats.

"We can't just do nothing with the ghost, idk. Hollyleaf is the closest female character. Ship it"

Do they have chemistry? No

but holly is a Girl and fallen is a Boy so that's good enough. Have him (ghost) nurse her back to health ig, people eat that trope up, no effort required.

It also frustrates me that this random ancient Softpaw's death made the entire Lake Society consider leaving their very bountiful home. "Oo it's been a hard year or something. Let's leave everything we've ever known."

Broken Shadow being dramatic about his death is also... fuck it I'm gonna be honest, it's annoying. I hate how women in this series are always more torn up than their husbands over dead kits, I hate how they needed to make Broken Shadow "insane with grief" and completely hysterical to drive home how sad this one, random, singular loss is

Honestly, I don't think there's a single part about Jay's Time Travel Adventure that I like. I'm seriously trying to think of one thing I enjoyed and I'm coming up with a blank. I like the vague idea of the cats leaving the lake I guess fgsdfgf

So, personally, I think there's 2 things you can really do here with Fallen. You replace/merge him with someone for a stable timeloop, or you replace/merge Rock with Jayfeather for a stable timeloop. Without that, being in the tunnels for so long doesn't matter.

Fallen could have been in there for 2 years or 200, nothing about him is legitimately old to contrast modern cats. He was waiting for someone who no one has any actual attachment to because her entire personality is being a crazy-with-grief mother.

Hell, you could replace Fallen with a weirdo who hates sunlight and it would fill the exact same role as Love Interest Who Doesn't Leave Tunnel.

He has the bland honor of not being as bad as Moth Flight but I'm sorry. I would squarely place Fallen Leaves in F tier. You can definitely make an argument that the idea of him is cool, but somehow that feels worse because he could have been GREAT and he wasn't.

SO INSTEAD I merged him with Holly! Because making this unnerving connection between Hollypaw and the tunnels, catching glimpses of a strange ghost, and interacting with her mother when she was young and wreckless is FUN imo and accomplishes a lot more about her whole arc coming to terms with the lie.

Naughty god goes into the timeout tunnel to be adequately wiggled, indeed

And YES she does eventually get a better handle on Clanmew again, it just takes a couple years. And 100% she teaches some kittens how to swear in ancient Lakemew.

#bone babble #I'm sorry everyone that today is just Bones Biting Jayfeather's Adventure sgfdgff

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hi my beautiful working woman!! I haven't been around for bit so this is my little catch up rant for you :D

CONGRATS ON GETTING A JOB MOTHER!! you work so hard to support all us children. i'm so happy for you and i hope it continues to go great!

also i lovee that barty has affected the aesthetics as well! i see him whispering in your ear being like "hells yeah treasure make it all about ME!" I wouldn't have thought purple would suit him so well but you made it seem like the color was made for him (ur so talented and ur themes are always gorgeous). (also dad barty is a sandbox we need to play in more. may have some horny tuesday thots about him??)

the poly maurauders x seer!r has corrupted my brain. i cannot move on or live normally. i literally had a geniune dream about taking leo and baby to a get together with the other maurauders era people. like the boys being so proud and friends being so lovey to the babies... apparently i'm ovulating now and the flavor is *baby fever* loll.

lastly i saw swan lake at the ballet this weekend! it was really pretty and the grace and poise ballerinas have makes me think they are using just a pinch of magic. do u like dance or anything like that or is it not ur style??

anyways much love baby <333

-ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ (hornipocalypse anon. i will wear the name badge with pride :D)

the hornipocalypse 😭🤣😭🤣😭🤣 I can't believe it's been a week ago already since that faithful day 😳

also I'm happy to have you back!!! thank you for your congrats and kind words! I've been enjoying myself 🥰

omg! usually I write Barty as calling reader Treasure so I'm separated from it a bit, but reading you writing Barty calling me Treasure!?!?! 😳😳😳 I'm sat, respectfully 🪑

I love seer!reader and poly!marauders' little family 😭😭😭 the marauders little doppelgängers are killing me. and I too am slightly desperate for the marauders to father my children ✊😔

and that's amazing! growing up my mum insisted that the we all go see the Nutcracker around Christmas time - I found that dreadfully boring. But!! I used to work at a dance studio and I loooovvvveeddd watching the kids dance and found them sooooo talented so I have a new appreciation, I just don't know if I could sit through a long show like that hahahaha

#ask elle #elle's ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Run deep

@susstardust thank you for your prompt, I loved writing it!

Can't believe mermay is almost over and it's only now that I'm writing something for it!

Prompt: Wei Ying saves Lan Zhan from drowning. Could be merxian or human.

Lan Wangji is a decent swimmer - he knows how to keep himself afloat and move around, but he very much prefers not to have to do it. He hates not being able to feel solid ground underneath his feet, which means that, if he has to be in water, he's prefers to be near the shore, waist-deep at most.

However, water-dwelling ghosts don't care much for that, and Lan Zhan is a cultivator, which means he has to exterminate them no matter how terrified he is of deep water. Sure, there are plenty of people on this night hunt with him, including his brother and Wei Ying (as well as other people Lan Wangji doesn't care about) - but it's becoming more and more apparent that these water ghosts are actually a symptom of a waterborne abyss.

Which is not only very bad news in general, but it also means that great caution must be exercised or one might be sucked into the vortex and killed. Not that Lan Zhan has a preferred way to die, but if he was to make a list, drowning would be the very last option.

The moment he feels himself lose balance off Bichen, realization and adrenaline fill his body in equal parts. He's going to fall in, and he's going to die.

When he makes contact with the water, resentful tendrils entangling into his limbs, he wants to scream and he does but water fills his mouth and airways when he does - and that serves to only further his panic. He futilely tries to break free, struggles not to breathe because he knows his lungs will fill up and that will only kill him faster - but he's dead already, isn't he?! Nobody is going to jump in and save him because he can't be saved now, the victims of the waterborne abyss are lost causes.

He really doesn't want to die, not like this, not yet. He's so young, he hasn't lived his life at all, why does he have to die now, by his worst fear no less?

He tries writhing out of the tendrils but he fails despite putting all of his strength into it. His body hurts and his lungs and eyes burn. The abyss only pulls him in deeper, and it feels like the world around is losing color and light, fuzzy at the edges.

Lan Zhan feels like giving up.

There is a flash of red that lights up the darkening image of Lan Zhan's vision. A hallucination, maybe. He's dying after all.

But the red flash appears again, over and over, ripping through the tendrils like lightning cutting through the sky. Lan Zhan realizes that he's slowly floating up, tendrils broken apart and letting him return to the surface.

But he's tired and he's inhaled a lot of water already.

He feels like giving up again.

Then he's hoisted up, fast, to the surface, and when his lungs fill with air, he feels like he's been born again.

He coughs, violently, and the person holding him inclines their body so it's easier for him to breathe.

It's not a person, Lan Zhan realizes as he feels the rough texture of scales against his wet robes.

"I need you to not freak out or scream, okay?" Wei Ying's voice comes and even Lan Zhan's nearly drowned out mind can connect the dots and realize Wei Ying is... not as human as he appears to be. "I barely managed to get you out of there without anyone seeing me, so let's try to keep it that way."

Lan Zhan decides he's too exhausted and traumatized to resist. After all, he does trust Wei Ying, after all he saved his life just now. The fact that he's half fish is... well, it's a big, mythical deal, but not right now. They're in the middle of this massive haunted lake and Lan Zhan does not want to think of having to swim.

Wei Ying pulls him on his back and Lan Zhan is distracted with the way he swims, his tail shining into the water, vibrant red. He wonders what it feels like, how he can move using it.

How he kept the secret for so long and why he risked having it found out just now.

They finally make it to a hidden part of the lake shore, large trees and overgrowth obscuring the little patch of sand they stopped on. Wei Ying lays against the shore on his belly, catching his breath as the water laps up at his tail and the little fins on his forearms. Lan Zhan notices his red claws, and the patches of fish scales on his shoulder blades.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask me, but I'll tell you everything when we get back to the Cloud Recesses, okay? You just have to promise to keep the secret."

"I will."

Wei Ying smiles, tired but grateful. "Let's stay here for a little longer, that waterborne abyss took a lot out of me!" He runs a hand through his hair. "Sing me something nice while I rest?"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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You're kidding me right?

Din Djarin x gn(ish) afab reader

Summary: You're a mechanic on Naboo, and you see the Razor crest crash. The Mandalorian reluctantly lets you help him repair the ship but you're interrupted when some weird ass pollen has you both very ... affected.

Warnings: Fem pet names but non specific pronouns only, smut, sex pollen, Dubcon kinda, Helmet comes off but you don't see his face, p in v penetration, begging, din is a little submissive, he's not experienced but a quick learner, pretty much everything is in here tbh

Word count - 8.9k (jeez this got away from me)

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It was a warm afternoon, as was the norm on Naboo. Business was slow, all of your usual customers either found someone else to do their repairs or you’re just so good at your job they don’t need any. So here you found yourself, wandering through the trees a few miles from your ranch. Trying to stick to the overgrown and winding trail through the forest but as you continue it seems to be less and less defined, splitting off into many smaller and narrower trails where people have given up on it. You know you aren’t too far from the coast, if you keep your current pace you could probably spend around a few hours relaxing in the sand by the lake before it gets too late for you to head back, it’s been a long time since you had any time to yourself.

You continued your hike through the roots that almost seemed like they were intentionally trying to trip you, but as you paused for a moment, taking a sip from your canteen, you saw a ship heading towards you. Well, kind of a ship. It looked like it was falling apart, the engines in flames as it rapidly lost altitude before disappearing behind the trees. You estimate two miles ahead of you. Whatever, might as well check it out. It’s on the way to the coast anyway.

As you approach the crash site the air is smokey, there were some scattered parts around the clearing where the ship had crashed. Walking up to the wreckage quietly, you wonder if there were any survivors. Sure it wasn’t the worst crash you’d seen but it was still bad, you almost found yourself backing away because you knew it would be hell to fix even if there was someone remaining to help. Might as well get a new ship at this point. Peering through one of the several holes in the ship’s hull, you can't see much except shrapnel and smoke. Seeing no signs of life you shrug, turning around to return to the trail. There’s still time to go to the coast-

“Hold it,”

You hear a voice from behind you, weirdly mechanical but very clearly living. You freeze where you are, raising your hands up to your head slowly. “Drop the bag and turn around slow,”

You follow the instructions, you’ve dealt with plenty of rough customers considering that that’s your primary base of clients. Turning around you’re greeted with a taller man, head to toe covered in beskar armor, a Mandalorian. You’d only seen a couple Mandalorians before, seeking smaller repairs to weapons or smaller ships. Now facing him he had his blaster raised to your head, not a great sign, but in his other arm there was a small bundle…a… child? You hadn’t seen any mandalorian children before, this child wasn’t wearing any armor and was not of any species known to you. As you stared at the bundle, a voice from behind the visor recaptured your attention, “Hey, don’t look at him, look at me.”

He continued, “I could kill you right now. You with a group? Why are you out here?”

You stumbled over your words “I, um, I was just going to the beach. I’m a mechanic, ‘live a little bit away from here and I saw your ship go down. It’s just me.”

The helmet didn’t move, the blaster still steadily aimed at your head. You swallowed, the fear slowly building in your chest. Keeping your hands raised, you tilted your head towards the bag on the ground next to you, “Listen, you can check the bag and me,” Giving him your name and a brief introduction you continue, “I don't have any weapons other than a knife in the bag but you’re making me wish I did, I am a mechanic, there are tools and stuff in there. And not to be presumptuous but you seem like you might some help.”

You glanced over toward the burning ship. Praying that the very shiny and intimidating man didn’t shoot you where you stood, you mustered up your best friendly-and-harmless smile. Silence fell over the clearing for a moment before he started to step towards you. Walking up to you he said “I’m checking you and your bag for weapons. If you’re lying, you’re dead.”

He knelt down, setting the child down next to him before rummaging through your bag, pulling out tools and emergency clothes. You were somewhat embarrassed when he pulled out your underwear and other spare clothes and quickly tossed it to the side before he stood up in front of you. He began to pat you down, checking for holsters or anything you may have hidden on your person, this was also awkward but hey, if it stopped you from getting killed in the middle of nowhere? No complaints.

“Am I a clean officer?” You said jokingly, not really knowing if you were on good enough footing to be making jokes. He grunted, “Yeah, you’re fine to continue on your way or do whatever.”

You were shocked, I mean was he stupid? Obviously you were to be trusted because your business was primarily from less than New Republic approved sources, but he didn’t know that. Your smart mouth always got the best of you. “Seriously? What if I told the New Republic you were here? Or I was just completely lying and I am actually part of a group?”

The visor snapped towards you, Dank Ferrik, now you were the stupid one. Were you trying to get killed? I mean seriously, what is going through your head where- “I’m sorry?”

The Mandalorian slowly steps toward you, your heart drops. This is it. This is where you die. All for a witty comment. His helmet has to be less than a foot from your face as you try and quickly spain away your stupid and untimely comments, “I didn’t mean- ah yikes- I-”

His voice seems lower, it's almost a whisper, “Let me just say this once. I don’t know if you’re trying to be funny or if you’re just plain stupid, but if you ever say a word about me or more importantly-” he tilts the helmet towards the small creature below you, “Him, then I promise you, you won’t even get the chance to start running.”

The Mandalorian turns back towards the child simply saying “Go.” before kneeling down and inspecting the damage to the ship

Whoops, touched a nerve there. He was close enough for you to smell the woody scent of his soap and feel the heat off his body. How about you make it worse because you just cannot stop yourself? You let out a small chuckle. This is probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. “You’re kidding me right?”

You can’t help but let a smile creep onto your face as the Mandalorian once again turns slowly towards you. You were playing games with life and death and he was truly and deeply baffled. “Do I need to repeat myself? Are you seriously smiling right now?”

“No, no, I heard you. I’m just wondering how you can possibly think you’re getting this thing back off the ground.” You pause briefly, he’s a statue in front of you. He probably thinks you’re crazy, and you probably are. “I mean I’m sure you know the ship, but seriously, a Razor Crest? It's been quite a while since those went up in the sky, ‘had to come down at some point. Surprised it made it this long.”

“I’ll be fine.”

This time you can’t help but laugh. “Listen, this ship is not gonna be up in the air anytime soon, especially if you just let the only mechanic for miles around just walk away and have a nice day at the beach.”

This time you don't get a response. He begins walking around the ship, extinguishing the fires before boarding the ship to get a very scorched looking toolkit. He acts like you’re invisible, setting up a small ladder next to one of the engines. You stand there watching as he starts to shed some of his layers, the cape that you think is just a little dramatic, as well as the jetpack that was hidden underneath it. Then you stand even more baffled as he removed his pauldrons and chest piece, setting it aside. Your jaw has probably met the ground by the time you get a handle on yourself, could Mandalorians even do that? I thought they never removed their armor.

“You like to stare at strangers that are already tempted to shoot you?”

Choking a little bit on your breath you cough, not quite sure of how to respond so you decide to avoid the question. “You know, I’m not expensive,” Maker that did not come out how you wanted it to, “I mean, I can help you fix the ship. I don’t have any other customers right now and I’d maybe even give a discount if you keep up this friendly demeanor you have going on”

You gesture toward the Mandalorian, you can’t see his face but you doubt he is that enthused by your sarcasm. This is then confirmed by no more than grumbles and muttering from under the helmet as he turns back to the engine. You take a moment, continuing to stare at him for a minute, he’s… kind of handsome. I mean you can’t be sure because obviously his face is covered- but he's definitely attractive. Your train of thought is cut short when he looks back down at you again, annoyance radiating from him.

“I have a mechanic, on Tatooine, she can-”

You cut him off, “Well unless you have a secret ship I don’t know about…” You squint and pretend to peer around, “Yeah no, I don’t see one, I also don’t see how a mechanic on Tatooine has any way of helping you with your ship crashing on Naboo.”

With that statement he ignores you entirely. Maybe he has noise canceling in that helmet. Because if he could hear anything you said, he certainly wasn’t letting it show. You look at the sky. Eh, you can go to the beach anytime, but you could potentially have a new customer here if you play your cards right. So you play the long game. Starting off you just get comfortable amongst the wreckage whipping out a small tablet from your bag and pretending to do work, clicking buttons and tapping around for about half an hour before you decide it's time to move on to other tactics. Next you try walking up to the ship, closely examining panels and wires hanging down mangled from the wings and hull, you don’t say anything or even lay a finger on the ship. Only saying a quiet “Hm..” Scrunching up your face looking concerned before moving on to another damaged portion of the ship.

This served your purposes well, after a few times you started to notice the helmet shift slightly towards you in your periphery as you snooped around. It was also easy for you, you are a mechanic after all. This is what you do for a living, and examining all of the parts of this truly ancient hunk of metal that some call a ship would just end up helping you when you finally made him cave and ask for your expertise. This went on for what had to be at least an hour, the sun had begun to set and darkness started to gather over the clearing. As you had almost made your way in a full 360 around the ship you ended up back next to the Mandalorian.

You stood quietly behind him as he lay, half under the ship with his legs sticking out next to the tool kit. You heard a deep sigh before he slid out from under the ship and looked up at you, first glancing at the kid who was playing with some scrap metal a few feet away. “Okay. I can’t pay you much, but I can give you a few hundred credits and then I’ll pay you more later.”

“It’ll do.” You replied, a slight smile appearing on your face with your triumph over the stubbornness of your handsome armored guest.

So you worked, the Mandalorian focused mainly on getting the engines in order while you rewired the inside consoles and welded paneling back together, occasionally stealing glances over to your fellow mechanic as he worked, praying he didn't see you staring underneath his darkened visor.

*****

Several hours went on, welding, hammering, wiring, and screwing the ship back together piece by piece was no easy task. It definitely would not be completed tonight. He was reluctant but very glad to have your help. Unable to help himself, he occasionally took breaks from doing actual repairs, switching to fake ones so that he could watch you work. Often he wished he could take off the helmet, but there were times like this one when he was glad to have it. He knew you had no idea where his eyes were under the visor so he didn’t look creepy when he glanced over at you. He had noticed you staring, every once and a while. But that happened a lot, ever since the purge it wasn’t so common to see Mandalorians. It was mainly just the covert that survived, at least that he knew of.

His arms were burning now, holding them up to the engine for the past couple hours had managed to exhaust him. He finally decided to step down from the ladder, Damn, he cursed himself. The kid was outside, still playing in the grass happily making gurgling noises and smiling, it was way past his bedtime. Tilting his head toward you he says, “I think I’m done for the night, gonna need to be in the ship for a little bit.

You nod back at him, hurriedly packing up your tools before walking out of the ship, there was a strange nervous energy around you that he noticed, probably because he had threatened your life multiple times earlier, he thought to himself. He picked up the kid, carrying him onto the ship and settling him into his small floating cradle. He didn’t take long before he was asleep, the Mandalorian closed the shield on the cradle, taking in the view of the inside of the ship.

The hull was kind of a mess but most of the paneling on the inside of the hull was repaired, He chuckled, impressed. Stepping up a rung on the ladder up to the cockpit he peered in to see the console, it looked fully rewired, it was by far the cleanest part of the ship. Beneath the helmet he smiled, shaking his head. He stepped down the ladder, taking the time to clear up his belongings that had been scattered about the floor in the crash.

As he was cleaning his mind wandered. It had been quite a while since I had been able to talk to another person, let alone someone that was… like you. It had been a few years on the run with Grogu now, he shook the thoughts from his head. He didn’t have time for that kind of stuff before, let alone now, with the kid? The Empire chasing him down? No.

But you were … something. Certainly frustrating, very stubborn, but he knew he wasn’t one to talk. You also happened to be very attractive, he noticed when he first saw you. Your feisty personality had only made him more interested. Damn it, what had happened to controlling his thoughts huh? He cursed himself. Glancing down the ramp to see you sitting a log nearby, determined to start a fire. Were you going to stay?

*****

Finally getting the lighter to catch on the sticks you had arranged in the dirt, you looked up at the ship. The hatch was open, the Mandalorian looming in the doorway, leaning against the wall. As you met his gaze he stepped out, boots landing heavy on the earth as he reached the log and sat down next to you with a sigh. You stared at the flames, avoiding the strange tension that fell between you as you waited for him to say something.

“You do good work” he admitted, turning to face you. You blushed slightly at the compliment, “Thanks, just doin’ my job.”

Maker, you hoped that didn’t come out too snarky, but you heard a small chuckle from the modulator in response before you both returned to silence. He shuffled slightly next to you, clearing his throat before he spoke again, “You’ve got some grease on your face.”

“Oh,” you used your shirt in an attempt to scrub your face clean of the grime, allowing some of your midriff to peek from under your shirt. The helmet didn't move away from you, it was a little bit off-putting. You settled back into the decomposing log, moss and fungus eating away at the wood. “It’s still there”

You began to raise your shirt to your face again, before a gloved hand grabbed hold of your arm, “It’s alright, here, let me get it.”

You stared at him. He took off his gloves and grabbed a rag from his pocket. He reaches out to your face, using one of his hands to cradle your right cheek while he uses the rag to remove the stubborn grease from the side of your nose with his other, being surprisingly gentle with your face. His hand is rough and calloused, your mind blanking, looking into the visor and feeling his skin warm against yours.

If asked, you couldn’t say how long you stared into the visor or how long he took to clean your face. He probably thinks you’re strange, considering the fact you just stared at him for an indeterminable amount of time. You were zoned out, not even blinking. Of course, you would be wrong, he wasn’t thinking you were weird, he was just praying that you didn’t take notice of the nervous energy enveloping his body. You’re positive your whole face is bright red. He’s so soft. His hands are rough for sure, but he was so delicate with you. “So what brought you to Naboo?”

He broke the silence as he continued to rub your face with the piece of cloth. “Oh um,” you needed to come back to reality, “I’m from here originally, I mean not from out here though. I’m from Theed.”

“Capital city? Seems fancy for you.” He teased, or at least you think he was. It’s kind of difficult to tell with the modulator and the lack of facial expression. The cloth tickles your nose, “Sorry.”

“No you’re fine", you reassure him. It takes everything you have in you to not lean into his hand, he feels so comfortable. “Yeah no, you’re right. That's partially why I left. I mean when the empire was in power, I don't know. I guess it gets difficult to work on illegal ships in the middle of a city swarming with troopers.”

You let out a small laugh before his hands are removed from your face. There is a reluctance to his movements as he settles back into the log , stretching an arm out behind you against the moss, “It’s gone now. That crap sticks, sorry about that.”

“No it's fine, thanks for getting it off me.” You smile, still blushing but hoping he thinks you’re just naturally that pink in the face. You lean back, accidentally leaning into his arm, he doesn't move, so neither do you. He continues the conversation, asking you questions about Naboo and your clients and your job, how you got started as a mechanic, it was strange. He seemed different, not so cold, talkative even. Nothing like the man that had essentially told you he would hunt you down if you ever said a word about his existence.

*****

You were sweet. Kind for someone that worked with almost exclusively criminals and those who were wanted by the new republic. The tough crowd you ran with almost seemed like it hadn't rubbed off on you whatsoever. He found himself staring again, watching your eyes light up and your lips move as you talked about your life and Naboo. He could watch you talk for hours, it took everything in him to not try and lead you back to the Crest with him for the night. Snap out of it. He couldn’t. He just admired you, only asking the occasional question, nodding in agreement at everything you told him. You talked for what had to be 45 minutes before it started.

He was definitely infatuated with you, but this was different. He felt very warm, and he wanted you. He started to fidget around, adjusting his seating position to accommodate the growing erection in his pants. He prayed you wouldn't notice, he covered it as best as he could. Then the thoughts came. Flowing through his mind easily he thought about you, about what was under the layers of fabric you wore, and about what he would like to do to you if he could. He resisted at first, but he couldn’t for long before he was lightheaded. Unable to struggle against his desires anymore.

Even just the fabric of his pants rubbing against him when he moved was overwhelming, he bit his lip, barely resisting the desperate noises attempting to escape his mouth. His vision was hazy, the world around him appeared rosy, you looked perfect. Seeing you- Dank Ferrik- He was taken back to all of the desires he had earlier, on the ship, watching you work. He had to say something.

*****

The Mandalorian had become fidgety beside you. You wondered if he is feeling the same nearly indescribable heat that you feel. Warmth radiating from your chest and between your thighs. Sweat began to form on the back of your neck and other wetness began to form at your center. You froze yourself in place, doing all in your power to not alert the Mandalorian to the desire enveloping your body. He turned towards you, it had taken him a moment. He had been asking questions whenever you fell silent but in the last 10 minutes there were long pauses, like he was distracted, “Hey.. do you feel strange at all? I feel a little bit warm,”

“Mhm,” You nodded your head, clenching your jaw to restrain yourself before you began to speak, “Yeah I feel really warm actually.”

You looked around, eyes eventually falling on the log behind you, you noticed small floating particles in the air around you now, and the thin coating of a pollen like substance on your skin and clothing, same on the Mandalorian, but he had the helmet. “Do you think this stuff has anything to do with it?”

Drawing his eye to the pollen he looked closely at it, and then the plants that were producing it. He let out a small wince. “I don't know really- shit,” he took in a small gasp of air, “Sometimes plants, or fungi like these. I mean they- in the past, I’ve seen them produce spores that… have effects.”

“What do you mean… by, um, effects?” you ask, a concerned expression etched across your face. Squeezing your legs together was not helping the feeling go away, and if he didn't already notice your fidgeting he would almost certainly notice your desperate attempt to push the feelings away, which you were not succeeding at.

“They can act like a very, very, powerful aphrodisiac.” He swallowed, saliva had been pooling on his tongue as he looked at you. “It’s bad. I’ve seen people be out of it for days. I hope that this isn’t what that is, but I'm not confident.”

“Hey, Mando,” Nickname slipping from your lips, you weren’t thinking clearly anymore, “I- I think that's what this is. I mean I don't know how you feel right now but…”

Lightheaded you were barely holding on, clasping your hands together, away from the warmth of your core. “Yeah, me too.”

“I think we need to separate. As quickly as possible,” That's not what you really wanted, but you were clinging to the last logical thoughts you had. Maker, he was handsome, you could see the muscles in his arms and shoulders through his shirt, how he was pulling the shirt over his hips to conceal what you suspected was very visible there.

“Agreed” he quickly stood up. “I’m going to go on the ship, I have a cot there”

He turned to leave before he paused, the shirt couldn’t conceal his hardness anymore, and him trying was just drawing more of your attention to it. Your mouth began to water. “I have an extra cot, I don't know- I mean, if you don’t want to stay out here.”

You stood up, simply following his lead up the ramp of the crest. He pointed you left to a narrow cot in the corner of the hull before he nearly scrambled over to the other side of the hull. Shit. No walls. Whatever, you didn’t even care anymore. You nearly tear your pants as you peel them off of your thighs, feeling the wetness between your thighs begin to drip down your legs, you can hear him making quite the commotion as he rips the armor off of his lower half, you see it tossed to the side on the floor barely in view. Then you hear him start, whimpers turning into breathy moans as you can hear him pleasuring himself a mere 10 feet away from you.

You feel almost like you have no control over your limbs as you reach down to your own warm center, the slickness soaking your fingers as you begin to rub circles around your clit starting slow, losing control as you hear the Mandalorian’s moans become deep and raspy, you move faster. Unable to keep yourself from imagining how well he would fill you, thinking about how desperate he must be, the thought of helping him towards his release fills your mind as you slide your hand down pushing your fingers into the void you feel inside of you. As you begin to pull the pleasure out of yourself your quieter, breathier moans gain volume and desperation as you get closer and closer.

This increase in your volume clearly has an effect on the Mandalorian, you can hear the slapping of his skin as his groans become almost pained, like he is begging for his release, then you hear him slow down, the moans coming from his side of the hull quieting, devolving into low growls after he reaches his climax. His sounds send you over the edge, you feel warmth overwhelming your body, pulsing waves radiating throughout, you let out a long satisfied groan before the hull is filled with an exhausted silence.

This exhaustion remains only for a few minutes before you feel the urge creep up inside of you once again. You're tempted to make your way over to him as you hear his breath begin to pick up slowly as he begins to feel the same second wave. Your head feels light as you imagine the feel of his skin on your’s and the taste of his cock leaking on your tongue. You can't handle it. Legs shaking you rise from your cot, quietly making your way over to the opposite side of the hull, you near the edge of the slightly wider cot that he rests on.

You step out in front of his cot, unbuttoning your shirt to free your chest, the heat is overwhelming, beads of sweat on your skin making your shirt stick to your breasts as you strip it off. The Mandalorian just freezes, an inability to tell where his gaze rests on your body only brings more warmth to your face. You kneel down onto the edge of the cot, you can see almost all of him right now, he’s so exposed, vulnerable to your touch. He's… gorgeous. Golden skin fully exposed, you watch his chest rise and fall as you look at him. A trail of hair leading down his stomach straight to-

You set your eyes on his thick girth. Your mouth begins to water, you can see beads of precum leaking from its head. Reaching out you stroke his thigh, he twitches under your hand, letting out a quiet and needy sound as you move your hand closer to his length.

“Do you want me to help you?” you ask boldly, waiting intently for a nod from the helmet.

“I-yes, please, yes.” he gives in to his temptation, taking a firm grip on your arm as you grasp him tightly and begin to stroke him up and down. His head tilts back letting a deep groan escape the helmet, the modulator making it even more gravelly. He's already slick with the release of his previous orgasm, he glides through your hands easily, his sounds become broken and pleading as you move your hand faster around him, you hear broken moans trying to form your name. Honestly you’re surprised he remembered it, but you’re glad. You like hearing your name roll over his tongue.

Lowering your head you run your tongue along the bottom of the head, catching him off guard, making him thrust upwards into your mouth as you come down on him. You feel his hand release its tight grip on your arm as it moves to your hair gripping it tightly to keep you in place as he bucks his hips up into your mouth. He ignores your gag when he pushes a little too far.

“Fuck- yes,” His breath becomes more and more labored with each thrust until he slows, allowing himself to burst onto your tastebuds. He tastes delicious, you stay locked onto his length until he stops his small jerks upwards. You lift off of him, gulping down the warm substance before moving up the cot. Positioning your hips over his cock as he lays back, panting, staring up at you with longing, still hard as though nothing at all had transpired.

He grips your hips stopping you before you sink down onto him, behind the visor you can’t tell what’s going through his head, his breath tells you he’s desperate for more but his voice, deep and modulated, sounds almost hesitant or anxious, “I don’t have much… experience”

He stumbles over his words hesitantly as he lowers your hips onto his, his length sliding up against your aching heat instead of entering it. You let out a small groan as it moves against you, “Do you want me to stop?”

He pulls your face closer to his helmet, “No- Kriff- please no.” he replies, unable to stop himself from grinding into you as he struggles to get his words out. “I just- Fuck- want to hear you say my n-name”

He says breathlessly, the aching in your stomach hurts with how much you need him inside of you,”It’s Din- that’s my name- Fuck, cyarika”

Running his hands through your hair and down your back, he encourages your movements. You sit yourself up with your hands on his chest, lowering yourself onto him.

“Sweet girl..” he breaths. You let out a whine as he sinks into you, sliding gently deeper as he stretches you around him. As soon as you reach his base he begins to thrust into you, ignoring the almost pained moans you let escape as he fucks roughly upwards, barely giving you time to adjust to his girth, he was unbelievably thick. Just the right length to hit that spot inside of you, the thrusts sting so good as they change from slight pain into pure ecstacy.

“Din- Maker- you’re so fucking big,” You feel a pressure building inside of you, feeling like you could already cum before he even reaches down to find your clit. He’s a fast learner and finds it fairly quickly, likely due to the moan you let loose when his fingers brush up against it. “Yes-“

He’s good. Ridiculously good. You’re going to cum. The combination of his deep and needy thrusts and his fingers rubbing fast circles around your clit is too much. His modulated moaning graces your ears as he wraps his arms around you pulling you to his chest. “Din, Din, Din, Din- Fuckkk“.

You can feel his heartbeat race underneath his skin and his chest rise and fall as you both close in on your peak. You kiss him up his chest and collarbone and settling on his neck. He can’t think, overwhelmed by you clinging tightly around him, dripping and pooling at the base of his hard cock, his pace pushing you over the cliff of your orgasm. Your lips on his throat drive him over the edge. His thrusts quicken as he chokes on your name, only able to gasp for air he mumbles between groans as he pumps into you. Your spasming heat choking his throbbing cock as he fills you with his heat, still thrusting into you as he comes down from the high. Fucking his load deeper inside of you.

He gasps for air, panting and running his hands over the curves of your body as you melt into each other. His breath slows, relaxing as you rest on top of him. He whispers in your ear, “This is so perfect, you’re fucking perfect. Thank you, you- you made me feel so good,”

Even with the modulator his voice sounds warm and fluid. Neither of you lasted more than 5 minutes, not that it mattered considering whatever aphrodisiac had found its way into your systems seemed to never end. You know it’s not over. You lie there on top of him for a while, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, listening to his heartbeat, he keeps whispering to you, but it changes. It goes from sweet compliments to a lower, raspier tone to his voice. “I’ve been wanting you all day, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you, I know you have too, mesh'la.”

You hadn’t intended to, but you’re a terrible liar and it probably seemed like you had been with all of the glances and smiles and blushing. He started to sit up, laying you down on your back on the mattress. He, reluctantly, pulls out. Watching as his cum begins to leak out of you. He pauses for a minute, before saying “Stay there.”

Standing up, he moves over to the wall across from the cot and presses a button, the hull goes dark, all you can see is pitch black surrounding you before you hear footsteps returning to the bed. You feel him take a seat again on the bed next to you, soon after there is a heavy clunk of metal against the floor. Did he take off his helmet? Your heartbeat quickens.

As he stretches out on the narrow mattress you take your queue to once again straddle him, you’re about to reach down and put him back inside you when you feel his palm against your back encouraging you to move upwards towards his head. Eventually he grabs your thighs, directing you to your new seat, directly over his mouth. “Let's get you cleaned up first”

He kisses the inside of your thighs as he moves upward toward your burning center, you let out a gasp as you feel his lips and tongue against your skin. You can feel the graze of stubble against your thighs, his curved nose, his soft lips warm against you, you start to groan as he gets closer. There’s a pause, broken by his lips kissing over your folds before that long anticipated tongue licks up the full length of your slit. Your breathy moans fill the hull as he moves slowly, teasing you, waiting for you to beg him for more. You gladly oblige, taking hold of his hair and giving it a slight pull, you plead “Din, please- please. I need more”

Only then does he indulge you, parting your folds and honing in on your clit, licking around it in circles before finally sucking it with his soft, wet lips. He loves the way you taste, he especially likes the taste of him inside you. The pleasure of his mouth on your pussy bringing more of your wetness to mix with his cum, he’s addicted to it. He never imagined this would be the reason he would take off his helmet. But he’s thought about this loophole for a while, and when he first saw you, dripping wet and begging for him, he knew he was going to have to take advantage of it. He was anxious that he wouldn’t be able to make you feel as good as he wanted you to feel, but it felt so natural to have you in his mouth, your sounds telling him when he was doing something well made him desperate for you to cum so he could thrust back into you again.

“I’m getting close, you’re- Shit- you’re doing so good” That was too much, he couldn’t stop himself anymore. Removing his hand currently wrapped around your left thigh he began to stroke himself, he tried to go slow but couldn’t resist your praise. He was so sensitive, the pollen had made it easy for him to continue even after he came multiple times, but he felt like static, all he could feel was pleasure as he massaged his hand around his thick length, lapping up the taste of you as he grunted between your legs.

Fuck. He’s too much, too good, too fast. All you can think about is how he wraps his lips around your clit, flicking it with his tongue as you hear him moan into you. You were nearly screaming his name, it felt out of your control as he kept edging you up to the summit of your arousal. It was torturous, the way he sucked your clit before removing himself completely where the only sensation was his hot breath below you. Rinse and repeat. But it felt so good. It felt like he was analyzing your flavor with his tongue the way he devoured you.

He was building you again, you prepared yourself for his pull away, for your pleasure to be cut short. But he didn’t stop, he held on. A rhythm of licking, fluttering, and sucking you that was more than either of you knew what to do with. You pulled his hair, releasing a growl like moan from him as you couldn’t keep yourself from bucking your hips on his face as he stimulated you. A shaky and depraved sound escaped your lips as you came. Your thighs clenched around his head and you gave a second quick tug on his hair, both of which evoked deep groans of satisfaction from him as he drank in your orgasm. Heat flushed your body until you couldn’t tell where you ended and his mouth began. Sweat coated your chest as you panted, he continued to savor you with his tongue.

Yet another reason he was grateful for you straddling his face, was because it muffled all of the embarrassingly loud and desperate sounds he was making while he was getting himself off on your undoing. When he felt you clench down on his face it was over for him. He felt his hot release splatter onto his stomach and drip down his fingers as the only thoughts running through his mind were about how tight you squeezed around him when he was buried inside of you. The frantic jerks through his fist slowed as the aftershocks gripped his body. Letting go of himself he concentrated on you, despite your hitching breath every time he touched you clit.

He seemed to ignore your arching back and trembling thighs as you ran your fingers through his hair, unable to form words as you lost any remaining composure. Reaching behind, you grabbed hold of him, following the thickness of his shaft up to the tip, where you focused your attention. This made him cease contact with you entirely. Trying to catch his breath, his gasps just turned into whimpers as they met the air. Long drawn out expletives as he twitched under your hand.

His words were broken, cut off with whimpers and moans as you touched him where you knew it would feel the best, or the worst, depending on your perspective. But you got the gist of what he was trying to say, “Pl-lease, t-t-t-“ “C-Can’t t-take”

He was begging you. Melting completely, moldable to your will. Seeing him like this was different, you were more turned on now than you had ever been. Watching his hips writhe beneath your grasp…He wanted you so badly.

Reaching down he ripped your hand away from him before he could begin to spill himself once again. Still panting in an attempt to recover from the stimulation, he moved you off of his face and laid you down on the mattress so that he was leaning over you. The warmth exuding from his body felt like a heat lamp, the air between you just felt like a continuation of his skin. Distracted by the tension you jolted when he began to slide his cock up and down your folds. His attempt at hiding his soft and breathy whimpers as he rubbed himself against you was ultimately a failure. You desperately wanted to see his face, his jaw clenched around nothing just trying to hold out for you. You couldn't help yourself. You took hold of him and shoved him back inside of you.

He was so thick, the dripping warmth coating your walls as you stretched to accommodate him. It felt like you were whole with him inside of you. He moved slowly, trying so hard not to cum again so soon, you squeezed him in just the right way, he was sloppy in the way he fucked you, his rhythm slowing down and speeding up randomly, pulling too far out and having to reenter.

You surprised yourself when you reached your hand up to his throat, giving it a light squeeze he let out a labored moan. “Fuck me”

You looked up at where you guessed his face was, it almost sounded like a challenge exiting your lips. He listened. His thrusts became consistent, targeted, a solid rhythm. But along with this came his volume, he was so loud, nearly yelling your name in between his whines, only taking time to lean near your ear and mutter to you while he tried to catch his breath. Your grip on his neck was loose, lazy, only tightening when he slowed down.

“You’re so good, you’re so fucking good- Oh shit- Fuck-, so sweet- Maker, I love the taste of you on my lips, you’re so soft for me. I want to cum for you so bad- Please- Oh Maker- PLEASE”

It hurts how ready he is to cum, he’s been ready for 5 minutes. He had some experience, but as he had told you, not much. Certainly nothing like this. He actually can’t tell if he already started to cum or not. He’s blind, he can only focus on the heat and the wetness between your legs. He’s completely lost control of his mouth. Saying anything that came to his mind, just trying to keep his throbbing, aching cock from stopping before you cum. No, no no no no no no- his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, pulling himself out of you before painting your chest with his cum as he milked every last drop he had from his cock. Shit.

Honestly, you knew how hard he was fighting to hold on, the way he had fucked you right then was so relentless, that Din finishing before you were able to get there was something that was difficult to be bothered by. It felt so good. Him pounding you into the mattress, it had actually taken you a second to realize you hadn’t finished. But it was evident that Din was disappointed, the silence, you could almost imagine his furrowed brow trying to figure out what comes next. So you guided him, grabbing one of his hands. You led him down your torso and between your thighs, trusting him to know what to do next.

Putting his weight on his remaining arm and his knees, he caressed your heat, wetness letting him glide over your lips. Your breath quickened as he began to work you open with two fingers, feeling them enter deeper inside of you on each thrust, your muscles tensed as he massaged inside of you till he found a spot that made you sink your nails into his arm while he touched you. Crying out you started to roll your hips into his movements, your cries turned into sputtering wails as he began to rub his thumb over your swollen clit.

“Din y-yes” you rasped, “just like that- Fuck”

You sounded so good with his name on your lips, he rewarded you, quickening the rhythm of his pumps. He was merciless, chasing your climax with his hand. This you could tell he was experienced at. The ache between your thighs reaching its precipice, gripping his arm and the sheets you let out a long low cry as you spasmed around his fingers. Going limp under him as you let out a shaking breath.

Din reached his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean of your orgasm before stroking the hand up your side, murmuring into the darkness around you, “Good girl…”

You sensed the warmth he radiated, got closer to your skin before you felt his tongue, drift flat over your chest, gathering the pooling cum in his mouth. He flicked his tongue around your nipples, taking a moment to suck and nip at your flesh making you run your fingers through his hair before tracing you with his tongue up to your throat. He relaxed his weight onto you as he crushed a passionate kiss into your mouth. Parting your lips, his tongue carried his flavor into your mouth, the fluid he had collected from your breasts now finding a home in your mouth. His sloppy kisses pausing long enough for him to take a breath and for you to swallow his premature orgasm before his lips closed back onto yours.

*****

His lips against yours, obsessed with the way you feel against him. His hair being pulled between your fingers drives him wild as he crushes you into his body. The world never felt so perfect to him and he didn’t know how he could ever feel this good again. His thoughts were so light in his head and the weight on him for the last couple years with the kid seemed to temporarily dissipate. Kriff. He wants to stay like this forever. He stayed, tasting your mouth with his tongue, pulling lightly at you with his teeth, until he felt you pull his hips into yours, lightly rubbing against him.

It ignited him once again, he ached for you as if he hadn’t just spent what had to have been an hour devouring your body in any way that he could, exploring every dip and curve of your form, yet he still couldn’t be satisfied. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He had been satisfied, several times now, but his brain was fuzzy and light, and when you rubbed against him he could only crave more.

“Shit- I want you Din.” Your words were almost painful, he ground his hips against yours. Moving his lips down your neck leaving marks on your flesh that would be open for view in any of your usual clothing. His humming turned into low growling as sliding against you became easier, slickness leaking from him. Arching his back he felt you take hold of him. He held his breath as you slid him downwards, directing him into you. Please yes- He gasped as he slid into you.

Slow, gentle, yes- he took you delicately, thrusting in and out so that he knew you would feel every bit of him as he moved inside of you. He moaned softly into your ear matching the pace of his movements. You felt so good. So tight against his length. He loved the feeling as you ran your nails over his back, he knew you wanted more, but he couldn’t help himself. He continued to pace his movement selfishly wanting to savor every pump into you, draw your pleasure out for as long as possible before it crashed.

This went on, his controlled, almost romantic, rhythm. Combined with his continued bruising of your neck he knew you had to hate him for making you wait. He whispered praise in your ears, “Yes, take me like this. You’re so good- so fucking good to me… such a good slut.”

He hadn’t meant to let it slip out of the privacy of his thoughts and onto his tongue, but you didn’t seem to mind, at all. He felt your nails down his spine until they reached his hips, your grip settling around them and nearly forcing him to quicken. Your hands guided him in and out, faster. It you were so wet, soaking him, the push and pull inside you made such a filthy noise. He loved it. Drinking in the sounds of his cock burying itself deep inside of you was enough to make him lose all remaining sense in his mind. Sensation of you around him, brushing of your skin against his, it was impossible to stop himself from fucking pounding you into the cot.

*****

You had lost your damn mind. He was so thick, stretching you even after he had already been pounding you full of him for Maker knows how long. He was so close to you, you heard every hitch in his breath, every whimper, moan, growl, pleading gasp. He was so talkative. It was like he couldn’t stop himself from spilling his guts while he was inside you.

“Yeah? You like me calling you that? Mmmm- is it because it's true?” There was jealousy behind his words, but he sounded almost turned on by it. To be fair, it wasn’t not true. You had your fair share of escapades, maybe even with other customers when times were tough. But this… this was nothing like that. Kriff, he was thick. The way he spoke, fuck, you knew he could probably make you cum without laying more than a finger on you. His words alone made you rut your hips up into his. Apparently the pleading sounds exiting your mouth were not answer enough to his question.

“Mhm, I bet its true,” he paused, small grunts leaving his mouth, “But you know what else I bet- I’ll fuck you the way you need it, sweet girl…”

A smile forms across your face as he says it. “If you had crashed here sooner I wouldn’t have needed all those other co-“

He cuts you off, slamming into you harder than he had the whole night, he wraps a hand around your throat leaning in close so you can feel his breath against your neck, “Maybe you should come with me, I’ll keep you s- shit- satisfied, you would like that right? To be right there when I get back with a b-bounty,”

“So I could fuck you down into this cot every night.” He said it surprisingly smoothly for how he was handling you, the smoothness of his voice contrasting with the roughness of how he thrusted into you and the jealousy he knew was unreasonable. Was he serious? Fuck. Neither of you are in your right minds. Loosening his grip on your throat the small whimpers that escape your lips fuel him to cause more of them. Dragging his tongue along your chest his lips close around a nipple as his hand winds its way down to your clit “Fuck- Din- I want you,”

Your senses have been overloaded almost since the start, pleasure so constant it was difficult to distinguish when you came for him. His name tasted so sweet on your lips. Your orgasm snuck up quickly, his hips curving into you. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling his weight onto you so that his face was buried against yours and his skin clung onto you. Rolling your hips into him and arching your back you clenched around him vision blurry as the aftershocks made your muscles squeeze him inside you. You let out a long low moan, his name finding its way out of your throat until you could barely speak. He dissolved into you, spilling himself inside you again before falling limp on top of you with a guttural groan into your neck.

His heart rate slowed against your chest as his head tucked away into the crook of your neck. His breath slowed from whimpers into sighs as you felt him fall asleep in your arms, still twitching inside of you. Your eyelids became heavy, you wondered if he was serious about having you on the Crest with him. I mean you had a job, a thriving business, he had met you mere hours ago. Probably not. Everyone says things when, well, you know. But you were content, his body draped over yours, you stroked your hands along his back, his biceps, as you drifted into unconsciousness.

AN - This is my first work I've ever written or posted anywhere, I hope you guys liked it, I know its long so if you made it this far i salute you. I'll definitely be posting more stuff on here soon because i have a backlog of work in progress stuff (not just for din) so follow if you liked this one :) also if this seems like its inspired by @no-droids work, that makes sense. Rough day was the first mandalorian fanfic i read!

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