#oh wheel of fortune i mean time

[nightlyponder]

listen i havent read the books so i dont know her importance but i dont find the daughter heir likeable at all. i dont care for how she talks to egwene and nynaeve and i dont care for how she forces herself into their business or tries to tell them about themselves when she's only known them for days? weeks? the time skips are difficult to keep up with on and the scenes of them on screen always show her never being invited in their lives. she's just there bc she wants to be and that makes her annoying to me

[lunarw0rks]

Too Old For You // Part Two

Summary: You've been crushing on him for a while now, even going as far as taking a stab for him. But it isn't enough for him to notice you; you're too young, too nice for someone like him.

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), strong language, age gap [reader is early twenties, ghost is mid/late thirties], mild injury/blood, sexual harassment, hurt/comfort, smut, oral sex, face sitting, p in v sex, unsafe sex, oral fixation, medic!reader, fem!reader

Word Count: 5.5k ˖⁺‧₊˚ A/N: This took FOREVER, but I think it's worth it. Not Proofread! ₊‧⁺˖

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To be honest, you were making your best effort to forget about yesterday. Sure, it was a loss of your dignity to be rejected — but you hadn’t done anything truly wrong. What could he do to publicly embarrass you? Tell everyone he walked out on the person who took a knife wound for him? What a prick he would be, then.

Plus, Simon was never the type to air out his dramas. Especially involving you, who deserved to move on and find someone better. If only it were that simple.

There was little time to dwell — a trauma was coming in.

The second you were focused on a patient; any other life problem was pushed to the back burner. After the other day, that was a blessing. Sure enough, seconds after you got the comm, the infirmary doors swung open. It was a typical sight; the wounded soldier fighting the aid of the medics, on the verge of being sedated to ensure his care was given without mistake. You sterilized your hands briefly, finding the nearest box of disposable gloves and slipping them on. Whatever happened to the man, it sounded agonizing.

However, the grunting and complaining sounded familiar, too familiar. It was Simon.

That sentiment about forgetting about your problems when tending to a patient? It vanished at the speed of light when you peeled back the curtain, seeing that it indeed was him bleeding out on the table. He didn’t want the help, but he needed it.

Maybe he really didn’t want to see you — to the level of finding hemorrhaging more preferable than letting you tend to him, let alone speak to him. Though, it seemed more likely he could not show weakness, even when he had a bullet in him.

You peeled back the privacy curtain, greeted with a well-acquainted scowl of distaste. He didn’t want you here, to see him like this. Unlike him, you could separate personal feelings from your work. Simon should know how to do that by now, but it’s clear he doesn’t.

“You need to relax and let me help you.” He rejected you — doesn’t mean you’re going to take pleasure in watching him writhe. It was your sworn duty to treat everyone, unfortunately.

Simon wanted to argue. It was obvious with the way the fabric of his mask moved, failing to conceal the clench of his jaw. You sat across from him, wheeling one of the trauma case carts beside you, “I need you to relax.” His heavy breaths weren’t from pain, he was cursing himself for catching a bullet and ending up here. He was more enraged at himself for forcing you into tending to him. He was the last person you wanted to see right now… right?

Oh, how he despised being vulnerable, even when there was no other way. With a sigh, he removed the hand putting pressure on his shoulder. He was extremely fortunate — it had missed his arteries, and from what you could see, had an exit wound.

By the time you had your eyes on the hole, you had inserted a local anesthetic to keep the area numb. Strangely enough, Ghost flinched more when you leaned in to inject the needle than when you touched the tender area. He recoiled but wasn’t going to decline medicated relief.

“Can you feel that?” You asked, pressing the pad of your gloved fingers to the outer edge of the wound. It seemed that even if he did, you wouldn’t have gotten an answer. With a shake of your head, you merely began the routine of disinfecting the wound to start. Though you were careful, you wanted this ordeal to be over.

Once you moved on from dabbing at it with swabs, you met his gaze again, finally reciprocating the stare that hadn’t broken. “You’ll be fine.” You said, moving with haste as you got a suture kit ready. Any other day, the stare would send chills up your spine. Not today.

“Not why I was looking,” Simon grumbled, now instead watching the needle thread through his flesh. You didn’t even try to hide your eye roll at the sudden mood change. It wasn’t endearing anymore; it was irksome. Your sutures were about halfway done on the entrance wound, and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that.

The med bay went silent again, except for the occasional hiss from his clothed lips, or the creaking on the stool you were sitting on. The area around the wound was pinkish and inflamed, but not a tear, luckily. If he took his antibiotics, you wouldn’t have to see him much after this. You eventually found yourself behind him to examine the exit wound, a rinse and repeat of disinfecting and then stitching.

Only, this time, the infirmary wasn’t silent for long.

His words came after the last stitch when you placed a bandage over the now-healing wound, “look, ‘m sorry for yesterday, alright?”

Simon watched your scowl intently. It wasn’t one of distaste, not even irritation — it was loathing for yourself. You didn’t deserve to feel that way, especially at his expense. But no apologizing would make the initial sting of rejection go away. You weren’t a child, nor were you a fool; you wouldn’t have pursued him if you weren’t sure of what you wanted.

With a small ‘hm’ in response, you finished the last of his dressings, ripping the disposable gloves off your hands and tossing them into the trash. Your feet darted across the tile floors as you disposed of the contaminated linen and instruments, merely moving around the Lieutenant like he was an object. An inconvenience, for making you want him so badly. You voicelessly went over to the counter in the infirmary, resuming the charting you were occupied with before he was rushed into your care. Still, with your back turned to him, his eyes were boring holes into you. He didn’t need to be there; he was free to go. But he didn’t, and it was aggravating.

One minute you were beaming for the exit, the next his hand clamped around your arm, preventing you from making your exit. “Just… stop. For a minute.” He says, releasing the hand when you look down at how tightly he was gripping you.

“Hold this against me all you want, alright? Hate me, I don’t care.” Simon sighed, rolling his injured shoulder slightly from the strain of getting up too quickly. His feet dragged slightly as he made his way toward the door, standing by the exit of the med bay.

“One day you’ll wise up and realize I’m not what you need, Kid. Think about it, at least.” The door to the infirmary came to a slow close behind him, a disheartening contrast to the slam he left you with yesterday.

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Weeks passed and the initial sting of the Simon situation had begun to dilute itself.

You spent most evenings passing up a night out; instead, you were working on the piles of charts that needed filling out, or something as mundane as taking inventory for the infirmary. Tasks that are mind-numbing enough to keep your mind on work, and only work. If your goal was to forget your feelings, you failed. If it was to spend enough time alone to truly know what you wanted, you won that one.

For the first time in a while, you were caught up on the workload. The bliss of free time wouldn’t last long, so perhaps that’s why you decided to go out for drinks. Maybe you just wanted to wallow in self-pity; the root explanation didn’t matter.

It was the least they could do — considering how often you’d kept an artery from spurting blood or the number of times you’d had to fight their squirming while attempting delicate sutures. Sergeant MacTavish especially, if you were being honest. He was the worst of your patients, except for the obvious masked brooding one.

Now, you found yourself perched on a bar stool, where you’d remained stoic for about two hours now. So deep in focus, you didn’t even recognize the drink in your hands. One of the guys had asked if you wanted one, you nodded, and now here you were. On your third one. The third time you merely took what was slid across the bar top and sipped on it, no matter how much the bitter taste made your taste buds cringe.

“Can I top you off?” The bartender made his rounds again, using a rag to wipe off the surrounding countertops. Your eyes looked off to the side, observing different levels of intoxication from both the 141 and the other rowdy patrons.

The night was coming to a close, another drink wouldn’t be wise. You weren’t here to get hammered; you were here to be somewhere other than a sterile room. “No, thank you,” you slid your empty glass in his direction, then a healthy tip for the good service. He didn’t once ask why you weren’t interacting with the party you came with, or why your eyes barely looked up from the varnish on the bar. To explain to him why would be downright mortifying, and you were never good at coming up with believable excuses. Therefore, he’d earned the cash tip and then some.

Price and Gaz were the first to leave, after neatly stacking all the empty glasses that covered their booth, of course. Next, the very drunk Sergeant stumbled out of there, making the short walk to his flat to sleep off the intoxication. Surely, he’s going to require a banana bag at the base tomorrow. Around them, the servers had begun stacking the chairs and collecting the tickets to finalize the rest of the unpaid tabs. The perfect time to slip away — right when the mob of drunks huddled around the front door. No questions, no awkward conversations about carpooling; no chance of being in a cab with him again.

The universe must’ve been on your side because there was no sign of Simon currently. Not that you two would have interacted, but it was much easier to walk by an empty seat rather than one occupied by him. The warm lighting dimmed slightly as the lights in the pub were shut off one by one, prompting you to scoot off your stool and get going finally.

Behind you, the door to the men’s room closed with a small squeak, and there he was. His frame cast a large shadow over the dim light the dated sconces produced, as the two of you made brief eye contact. It wasn’t a returned gaze of unnerve or upset, just… nothing. That’s what prompted your final exit from the bar, pushing open the glass door and starting down the pavement. You didn’t mind the walk, either, not after nearly an hour and a half of sitting motionless on an uncomfortable stool.

The streetlights were faulty and had a constant dim flicker. Your only guide was the lights of the few businesses still open and the cool-hued moonlight casting feeble rays on the damp streets.

Your coat was wrapped around you tightly, yet it did little against the chill in the air. So bitter, it felt like it was seeping into your bones. Paired with the unsavory anticipation of walking these streets at night, no amount of warmth could reduce the unease.

From the depths of the darkness, came an unwelcome sound — the crude whistle of a passing car. Your heart skipped a beat, the pace of your steps quickening involuntarily. The eyes on you were that of a malevolent force, one that quite literally came from the shadowy roads around you. As the car crept with wheels at a crawl to remain alongside you, you dared a glance.

A trio of jeering faces with smirks plastered across their lips like badges of dominance. One in the backseat with his upper body hanging out, the man in the passenger seat the worst of them all. Every remark, every innuendo reduces your already fragile sense of security. Your arms folded across your chest as you kept your head down, watching your legs carry you in any direction to get you out of this, no matter what road you ended up on by the end of it.

The harsh glare of the car’s headlights felt like a spotlight, illuminating your vulnerability. In a matter of seconds, you had been reduced to an object. Merely an unwilling participant in their twisted game.

Click—click.

The distinct sound of someone racking the slide of a pistol immediately behind you. “Piss off.”

His familiar voice rang stern and commanding. Your head turned to face Simon, seeing his gun indeed unholstered and held at his side, paired with his puffed chest and furrowed brows. The car's windows rolled up immediately, followed by the whiz of it speeding down the street. Simon watched until the headlights were no longer visible, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

One minute, the echo of words and phrases you never wanted to be repeated. And now, nothing but the woosh of the wind and his heavy labored breathing against his balaclava. For just a moment, nothing that happened between the two of you mattered.

It was just you, astounded and allayed, and him — the savior who wouldn’t have hesitated to crack skulls against the pavement.

“You alright?” He asks, though his eyes remain glued to the sketchy streets around him, searching for any sign of threats. You merely nod, following the motion of his fingers as he flicks the safety back on, placing the piece back into his jacket holster. Nothing sobers you up like the sight of a loaded gun, that was obvious.

It wasn’t exactly your first ordeal with predatory men, but this instance was particularly bleak. Perhaps it was your buzz, perhaps it was the sight of Simon with his pistol at the ready, perhaps it was your adrenaline.

That was just a series of questions better left unanswered.

Silence was the best conversation for someone like Simon, especially given the circumstances. Neither of you was going to complain, nor were you going to force the clichés of fussing over the other. His hand found the small of your back, steering you in the direction of his hotel. He didn't have a flat in town, his only homes were the base or moderately priced suites.

Tonight, it was the latter — the room he booked in anticipation of a night of heavy drinking, even a hookup if the events of this evening were less grim. Though, he hadn’t drunk much of anything, which was rare for him.

The light buzz was the only component you two seemed to have in common, at least from what you could take note of.

His shadow was a looming one; large and overtaking yours as he took meaningful strides down each street, still a guiding hand either hovering or clamping down when you crossed the street. You could protest and insist that you stick to your original plan of walking back to the base. But it was a futile argument to have with Simon, not after the sickening degradation you made it through.

Those men were nothing but large shadows emitted from small men. They would’ve driven away, most likely. However… something happening to you while you’re in his sights? That’s not a gamble the Lieutenant had to consider for long. The only reason he hadn’t stepped in sooner was because you had made it so far down the street in an attempt to avoid him. But when he heard the engine slow to a hum, observing how it matched your speed, those were his brief moments of thought.

Seconds following, the echo of their voices dripping with violent, impure implications — he had unholstered his pistol and power-walked down the street before his mind could catch up. There wasn’t a moment of it he’d do differently.

Not even now, as he’s approaching the door to his room. Not as he’s ushering you inside, espying as you shiver from both the cold and the unease of it all. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were walking that distance.

“The bed’s yours,” Simon mutters, slipping his jacket off his broad shoulders. Though, you’ve made no effort to respond. You’re too lost in focus, palming the icy zipper of your coat and slowly splitting it open, until the weight of it is off you. It’s tossed onto the floor, a defeated crumble — as if even your wardrobe is mocking your numbness.

Your head finally perks up at the sound of Simon sliding the keycard along the oak entry table, followed by the sudden realization that he had said something to you. “I’m sorry, what did you say before?” You sigh, eyes squinted in forced attention.

His head nods in the direction of the bed; plush white sheets that were still fresh and untouched. “I can take the pull-out.” It wasn’t a suggestion, either. Though his tone is as blunt as ever, his gaze is uncharacteristically amicable.

“It’s your room, Ghost. I’m not taking the bed.” You let out a scoff, pulling off your shoes next. The pity wasn’t necessary, nor was it going to be accepted with eagerness.

He let out a lengthy sigh, cringing when you used his callsign. Mainly at himself for being so sharp with you weeks prior and insisting you refrain from using his name. “Don’t argue with me. Take the bed.” He shuffled over to the nightstand, collecting the few belongings that were resting there, then placing them on the entry table.

Well, you had your orders, and you knew by now it was easier to follow them.

Your eyes scanned the suite in front of you; beige walls throughout, a small kitchenette in the corner, one bed and couch, a dated box TV posed in front of the space, and of course, a bathroom. It was clean, which was good enough for both of you. Especially you, right now. “I’m gonna wash up first,” you set down your bag and trudged to the washroom, letting out a defeated exhale when you were finally faced with the reflection in the mirror.

Eyes glossy and foggy with melancholy, hair askew from the unforgiving breeze outside, fingers still shaking as they grip the faux-marble counter.

After wetting a cloth and running some cold tap water along your skin, it was the spark your senses needed to realign. With a deep inhale and exhale, you exited the bathroom, wearing the hotel robe as your nightwear.

“How’s the shoulder?” The question came suddenly, but there were very few topics to discuss with Simon. You stood in between the bed and the pullout couch, the one he had yet to make with the spare sheets. And he, who was in the kitchenette pouring himself a glass of whatever from the fridge's pitcher.

Within the time you were washing up, he had changed into his version of nightwear — sweatpants and a charcoal athletic tee. “Healed just fine. You did well.” Simon makes a show of it, rolling and stretching the shoulder that was once tender and inflamed.

His praises fell short when masked with his scowl. No matter his bluntness, you still felt like an intruder in his evening. He was never one for company, especially in his private space, but here the two of you were. It was a toss-up; should you mention the obvious? Could things get much worse between you and him, by this point?

You leaned against the closest wall. “I’m not a child, you know that right?” Though it sounded confrontational, it was merely a nonchalant utterance. All frustrations spilled out nearly as a defeated mutter.

Simon scoffed heavily; eyes hooded as he blinked a few times to ensure he would articulate himself properly. He lifts his mask and takes a sip of his water, shaking his head as you continue to stare him down. You were persistent, that was apparent.

“You’re right,” he set down his glass, taking a few steps closer. “But you’re a good person. A good doctor.” His hands cupped your cheeks tightly to shake some sense into you. His last-ditch effort to convince you to move on from your feelings. You felt a rush of emotions pumping through you at once, watching intently as he spoke with such vigor. A potent mix of tenderness and firmness — all embodied into one man.

“You can find so much better than me, than this place.” Your lips slumped into a frown as his words persisted as if letting them bounce right off of you. There were so many parts of you that he saw in himself, so violently he couldn’t stay frustrated. “Quit getting in your own way, and you might see it.” His thumbs gave a small caress, and then his eyes glanced you up and down with softness. The irony of it was striking, considering Simon was his own worst enemy, especially right now.

His calloused fingers were like your own personal rush, palpable enough to make your hair stand up. “There’s nobody else I want, Simon.” You replied with a match of firmness, yet your expression was anything but frustrated.

The close proximity was saccharine and keenly awaited by both of you, though only one party was making an effort to show it.

Simon shuddered slightly, his hands running from your cheeks to the base of your neck, then back up once more. “That want is going to be the death of both of us, love.” He said softly as if he was finally accepting the reality of his feelings.

The wise decision to break it off wasn’t weighing on him anymore, not even a little bit.

You stared at him through your lashes, a hint of a smile on your lips, “I’m used to death, Lieutenant, aren’t you?”

This generated a small snicker from him, this time one you could actually see. There had been plenty concealed by his mask over the months. Every bit of you was screaming to lean in, but the longer this banter went on, the better for him. There was no sense in rushing an act that didn’t need to be rushed, especially if it was doomed to happen at some point.

“I wouldn’t even know how to… You— you haven’t done half the things—” His fingers tightened around the base of your neck slightly, head tilted as he made his best attempt at retorting. For someone with such conviction every other time, he was noticeably beating around the bush. It was amusing, to say the least.

He mutters something under his breath, something of an expression of defeat, then leans in until his parted lips are an inch from yours.

“Then teach me.” You breathed, finally allowing your hands to hold onto his wrists as he cupped your face. Simon’s eyes blazed as they met yours — smoky with the intense burn of lust.

Within seconds, his lips found yours with brazen desire. It was everything you pictured it to be and more; every last bit of ego-driven pettiness fizzled out at once. The scent of his last cigarette, his aftershave from that morning, the faint stench of bourbon on his breath — all surrounding you like an enslaving cloud. His fingers roamed again, this time from your shoulders down to your waist until he could fumble with the tie of the robe.

Simon’s feet gave yours a nudge in the direction of the bed behind you, a silent guide until the backs of your knees finally found the edge of it. An arm snaked downward until he could lift one of your legs around his waist, settling his weight on the bed so you were on top of him. Every action was mended with a prolonged, calculated kiss on his end.

The robe had opened entirely, revealing you in nothing but your panties underneath. With more movement, it drooped down your arms until it was eventually thrown off in haste, the same quickness when you slid your undergarments down. But Simon was in no rush, at least not while he was savoring the foreplay. “Scoot up for me,” he mutters, nodding his head upwards subtly. His request is met with a look of confusion, but you do as he says, shifting upwards until you’re straddling his upper torso.

“No. Up.” Simon clamps a hand around your hip, maintaining eye contact as he readjusts you further until your bare cunt is hovering over his face. Now, the realization of his idea strikes you like a bolt of lightning.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about, but that didn’t make the request less daunting. “No one’s ever…” You whisper it as if attempting to admit it without him actually hearing you. But he did, and it made your face head up. Especially now, seeing the mouth to match his eyes — even the tip of his nose, squished slightly from the fold of the fabric.

“Ever what, sweetheart?” He bites down on his bottom lip lightly, rubbing circles on your thighs. Though his eyes are darting from yours to your heat, back and forth as you feel a desperate shiver consume you.

You gave up on answering him, which was only met with a playful scoff. “Relax, and sit.” Once again, instead of letting you move, he’s taken matters into his own hands. There would be no debate about his airflow or whether he could handle your weight on his head. Simon pushed you down until you had successfully straddled his face, slick pooling against his tongue.

Your breathing hitches as he so suddenly thrusts you upon him, wasting no time to lap at your sex. He begins by circling your clit slowly, eyes fluttering shut in focus so he can maintain a pattern. Second by second, you’ve produced more than enough slick for an audible squelch with every plunge of his skilled mouth. It’s a new feeling to get used to — plagued by pleasure and reliant on every flick, yet you’re in the position of power. Bucking your hips against his tongue, using the headboard to brace yourself the longer this goes on.

By the time your breaths have gotten heavier and the moans have escaped you, Simon began delving his tongue inside you for a few turns, before devouring your nub once more. It was methodical, every switch of his pace, every roaming digit heightening your pleasure. He cupped your breast, thumbing your hardened nipple with every grind. The other hand maintained its tight grip on your thigh, merely to keep your trembles under control — which were only increasing as your climax approached.

Your nails scraped against the wooden headboard, until your tensed fingers finally found his ashy blond locks, gripping his scalp for dear life. When he hummed against you, there was an involuntary spasm of your hips, unleashing the minutes of swirling in your abdomen.

His tongue bullied you through your climax, and then some. His slobbers turned into minute licks, merely playing with the wetness coating his chin and reddened lips. When you recuperated enough for the grinds of your hips to slow, you ascended your weight off his mouth — ogling a string of spit and arousal still connecting the two organs, until it eventually snapped and soaked into his shirt.

Simon pants for a moment as his lungs take in the air again, and then his fingers start circling your hips. “What did we learn, love?” He asks with a hint of bluster, both in his oral skills and his callback to you saying ‘teach me’ while eye-fucking him. Just like before, he wasted little time answering his own questions, only this time your excuse for lull was bouncing back from the orgasm of a lifetime.

“Next time I tell you to sit,” he flips the position so you’re flat on your stomach, “you’re going to sit, right?” Simon whispers into your ear wantonly, all while his fingers find the waistband of his sweats and briefs at once, rolling them down to his mid-thigh.

You turn your head to the side against the mattress, letting out a slight chuckle. “I’ll never make the same mistake twice.”

He chuckles dryly, taking note of your coy attempt at humor. “So you’re sayin’... we’ll be doing this again?” He’s leaned closer now, warm breath tickling your earlobe. In your blind spot, he’s lined up with your entrance and palming himself. The prospect of getting together again wasn’t one he was going to refuse, perhaps even after he was done thinking with his dick. It was apparent even this early on that it wouldn’t be a series of dispassionate hookups, not with you.

“Maybe,” you retorted, nibbling on your lip, “think I should be the judge of that?”

“You’re right,” Simon replies, slowly inching his way inside of you with little verbal warning. But, judging by your mouth agape in rapture, he has done something right so far. He lets out a guttural moan, bending one of your legs slightly to get better access. His whole weight is practically pressing on you, containing your urge to twitch as his thrusts become mindful and calculated.

His hands haven’t left you once; whether they’re gripping your hips, your shoulders, or the nape of your neck. “Oh, fuck.” He quakes, slowly rolling his head to the side as your walls tense around him with each deep grind. By now, he’s bottomed out inside you — a sinful, tight compress of your pussy that almost restricts him.

He’s not rushing now, either, but every rock of his hips does gain some intensity. They’re well-spaced enough to keep you on your toes, yet quick enough to make your eyes roll. By now, the sensitivity of the first orgasm is spilling over onto your second like a violent riptide jostling your senses around. Every urge to savor this moment, to let your body take its time, is utterly abandoned. 

Simon leans forward and begins nipping and licking along your shoulder blades, making a pattern of it. Jawline, to nape, to the blades — coated with a line of his saliva and teeth marks. It’s the only humane way he can keep himself contained.

Your walls are clenching around him rapidly now, once he’s teased that gratifying spot deep within you, “gonna cum for me again, sweetheart? Keep takin’ me so well?” His words are nearly more addicting than his cock; the British rasp that gets thicker the closer he is to finishing.

The nod you supply is pathetic, at best. It earns you a few fingers in your mouth; hollowing your cheeks and slobbering as you sob around them from your fast-approaching climax. The pace is agonizing, but enough when he uses his other hand to thrust your body onto his length, angling your cunt in a way that finally hits a bullseye on that spot.

Your throat clenches, as does the rest of your muscles when you dissolve into pleasure. What was once a tight coil of tension in your abdomen, was now waves of ecstasy coursing through you — prolonged by his now sloppy thrusts. You go limp against the mattress as he rides out the rest of his, your ears feasting on the curses Simon’s muttering.

With a halt, the fingers in your mouth are withdrawn. Both of his hands reside on your hips, holding you in place as he drains every last drop of his orgasm within you. For a few seconds, all you hear are his quivers and the shuffle of the skin-to-skin.

Then, every ounce of his restraint shatters once the climax passes. About half his weight lands on you as he slumps forward, pulling his length from you and wilting against the creased sheets. “Was that a yes?” He asks, snaking an arm around your shoulders until you roll over to face him.

“To what?” You huff a few times whilst running your fingertips along his arm scars. To say you were in shock, was an understatement. He was everything you were expecting—and more—in the sack. All the pandering, all the ‘getting in your own way’ on both sides erupted into a climax. Or multiple, for that matter.

“Doin’ this again?” Simon replies, pushing your head against his peck.

“Hm, I think I might need a few more test drives before I come to a final decision.” You say, raising your brows to match your playful tone. It was a stark contrast to the weeks prior, even if the events leading up to sharing a hotel room with him were less than pleasant.

And to him; he lost all sense of control when you took a stab for him. He just had a way of hiding it—the keyword being; had.

At the thought of it, his thumb finds the now healed scar where the knife penetrated, reflecting in his mind about all the events that led up to this. Two different bodies, two different ages, two different persons, yet both are thinking about history.

“I think that can be arranged, Doc.”

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PAC: What your co-workers think about you

Just a little reading if you're curious. I've been curious. Just don't go too deep, you're there to further yourself and earn the moolah after all.

Please choose from left to right, 1 - 2 - 3.

1 is fortune, 2 is a shell, 3 is bell.

Hope you enjoy and don't take it too serious.

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GROUP 1

Your fortune cookie paper says You will be fortunate in everything you put your hands to. 

2 of wands - The Magician (rev) - The high priestess - The wheel reversed - transmutation and cheer-fullness.

Ok so 2 of wands is a nice starter card for impressions. As a colleague this can show a skillset that includes good foresight, and planning. Starting off I could assume you’re seen as someone who likes to plan and is more organised than others. This is collaborative energy. I feel like maybe you’re taken on better by masculine people in the workplace. I get the idea people have been relieved last minute that oh, yeah, pile one actually prepared for x y or z, that’s lucky.

The magician reversed in this tarot deck always makes me think of someone who is more tricky with their words. This can be great in some situations, for example if you’re trying to sell something. You can navigate conversations for a set goal. However, in a more negative light this might mean that some coworkers could think you’re on the manipulative side in your interactions with them. Some may worry they can’t trust you. Whether this is valid or not is up to you. Sometimes we do say little things that maybe we know we shouldn’t, for example, saying something in passing about another coworker. Sometimes we gossip.

The high priestess as how you’re seen professionally makes me think you seem to have a magic touch. It’s like if a computer isn’t working, but you try and work it and all of a sudden it’s fine. I think maybe sometimes you can make someone feel silly because all of a sudden there’s no problem lol.

Wheel of fortune makes me think of timing, and after high priestess it makes me think they aren’t sure what you do when they don’t see you. It could be a curiosity about your personal life, maybe you don’t divulge very much about how you spend you time. It could be that you seem to have this magic touch or always be prepared, but it’s out of nowhere or they don’t understand how you got skilled somehow, because they haven’t seen you spend time on learning more for example. It could be like, well, how do you know that when our manager hasn’t taught us x y z. So you could be secretly self taught or seen as having a natural talent.

Cheerfulness: “I embrace a state of cheerfulness, even on days when I don’t wake up feeling that way. Knowing that moods are contagious, I’d rather not cause an outbreak of crankiness and complaints. Instead, I’ll strive to be the patient zero of joy amd laughter.”

Transmutation: “I have the ability to transmute negative feelings into positive ones, and I exercise it at will. The next time someone frustrates me/annoys me/eats tuna too close to me, I will lean towards kindness and acceptance rather than stabbyness and loathing.”

Put all together, I think your coworkers generally get along with you, especially those who identify as male. I think some wonder how you manage some things, because you are capable. All of a sudden you just seem to pull something when they need it, like magic. Like in a show: here’s one I prepared earlier. Lol.

The career affirmation cards together tell me you try your best to be pleasant and not be negative about everything all the time. (there are people out there who are true negative nancy’s and it really does make everything a drag) So I think your coworkers appreciate that you try and turn the mood around. Also, there might be a coworker that is negative or gossip-y that might have been trying to drag you into conversations to strengthen their narrative, or to join in. Don’t let people bring you in. But yeah, overall good energy, nothing nasty really.

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GROUP 2

Consideration - 9 of cups - 8 of coins -  Queen of swords reversed - 3 of wands

Consideration: “I’m a considerate person, and my new goal is radical conscientiousness. From now on, I’ll leave every space tidier than I found it; I’ll find small ways to support a team mate even if they didn’t ask for it; I will eat leftover pumpernickel bagels even though I didn’t order it.”

We have a sweetheart hereeeee. Hahaha, With a secret cutting tongue. You can make the occasional comment and I find it funny. You might have been interpreted as judgemental of someone else's work, you might not have found something up to standard. You could be seen as very clean or tidy.

Your coworkers overall see you as a really well meaning, well intentioned colleague. You’re definitely there to achieve the goals of the team or business. You mean it when you go into work, you go in there and you don’t intend to mess about or slack.

 With queen of swords rev though, it does make me think someone in your workplace views you as mean, and I feel like this could be more of a misunderstanding. Because most of your coworkers here see you as considerate, helpful, wanting the best, not particularly nasty.

8 of coins signifies being seen as a hard worker, honing whatever your job skillset is. So you always are practicing becoming better. Not someone who sits on their laurels and assumes they’re set. It could also mean you’re seen as someone more advanced by most. So more experienced or knowledgable.

It’s really weird, I’m getting two meanings for queen of swords reversed and 3 of wands… Both may apply, or just one. The first one is that you may have a silver tongued coworker who tries to downplay your experience or make you appear less skilled. So instead of the experienced worker you are, they try to make you look like you still have more to learn. The language may be about the ability to plan. The other meaning is that you might make newer people feel like you are unapproachable for whatever reason. You might intimidate newer people. They may take time to understand your real intentions (being helpful and part of a team)

9 of cups makes me think that goals are what you’re focussed on. You appear that you have endgame in sight, you’re there to accomplish something and you’re not letting things get in your way. If you need to finish that project or task, you’re not wasting your time chatting.

That’s what I see right now, hope you enjoyed.

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GROUP 3

Justice - 9 of coins - 2 of cups - ace of cups reversed - risks

A fair and pleasant person who can get along with most. Even if you’re introverted, your interactions leave a good impression.

I’ll get a first impression out of the way. Did someone here take a risk and date/see someone in the workplace? People will be noticing/talking about that.

Or something may have gone wrong with a friendship with a colleague or what was a nice work connection and you may have withdrawn.

Those are just 2 possibilities.

It’s a really weird energy all together to read for me, because…Oh, there are big differing views. That must be why. I think of the groups, this is the least streamlined. One or more may think you’re too impulsive or risky, but some might actually think you take positive and calculated risks. It’s like maybe there’s quite a mish mash of characters that see things very differently. Maybe you work with different people on different days, or go around for clients.

More traditional thinkers might think your ambition goes too far, and why are you not happy with what you have. More adventurous people might think you go, do the thing.

I see the perspective that you kind of shrug your shoulders, so you don’t seem to care as much about things as they do. Like you’re more confident or happy on your own, to do your own thing, to pitch that new idea, you don’t care, you’ll do it. It’s a risk you’d be willing to take. 

You may not feel confident, but honestly I think you look confident. 9 of coins with justice just gives me nonchalant energy where you seem to feel secure and know things will work out.

This combination tells me you wouldn’t mind moving workplaces, this could be a stepping stone for you, or you could know if need be you can jump ship.

Risks says “I take big risks and leap into the unknown with fearless abandon, knowing that the best surprises and richest experiences come from bold choices.”

So maybe this is something pretty new to you, or you’re bringing new ideas to how things can be done.

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Hope you enjoyed, byeeee

[cozycottagetarot]

PAC: How Can You Break The Cycle

Messages From Elle: We did it guys!😮‍💨

Notes:

This PAC Covers:

What is the cycle?

What keeps it going?

What will it take to break it?

What could that look like for you? (Patreon Extended)

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PILE 1 (Brick Wall)

Current Energy

Cards: 10 of cups, The Empress, The Chariot

I feel as though you’re currently in this energy where things couldn’t be better…. But then why are you here? I know that's my job to figure out but still. I feel like you’ve been making strides to create the life that you want. You’re charging forward, becoming more disciplined and things are starting to feel warm.

The cycle that needs to be broken:

Cards: The Wheel of Fortune, Nine of Wands, Page of Pentacles, Four of Wands

The cycle that needs to be broken is one of constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re tired of fighting or always fending off the downward turn of the wheel of fortune and while you may try to keep your faith that things can get better and stay better, you're always expecting things to get bad again. You could be worried the new beginning won't start, the relationships won't come, or the financial abundance won't find you. I think this fear or vigilance has such a tight hold on you, that you end up not taking action. You may need to readjust your game plan. You don't allow yourself to relax. You don't allow yourself to celebrate your wins… you're always in this state of hyper vigilance.

What keeps the cycle going?

Cards: The Sun, The High Priestess, Two of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles

I don’t think you really allow yourself to be happy. That may be the current energy I was picking up on as well. When things are going great you don’t really let them go great. I also think you’re neglecting the things that are really important to you inside… maybe so much that you don’t even know what those things are anymore. Not knowing how to navigate this internal world of yours keeps fueling this cycle of 'oh, what bad thing will happen next?' You may also have a hard time making decisions or generally deciding what you want, floating back and forth between options. This back-and-forth stops you from actually putting in the work it takes to succeed and enjoy the FULL results, therefore keeping the cycle going. Another thing I picked up on is maybe the wheel keeps turning back and forth as well because from going back and forth all the time, you’re never really getting to move past the lessons you may need to learn in order for you to reach your desired outcome or abundance.

What will it take to break this cycle:

Cards: Seven of Cups, Five of Cups, Two of Cups, Ace of Pentacles

If you want to break this cycle, you have to make a decision on what exactly it is you want. It might mean leaving behind something, but you have to remember that so much more also awaits you in the process. Stop dwelling on what has gone 'wrong' before, especially if it’s past events that influence your lack of decision. It's okay to have that vigilance and use the past to better navigate the future-- HOWEVER, it's also important to get honest with yourself about whether it's a valid concern or a fear talking. It's time to change your mindset to focus on what can go right. I think also there will be someone available to help you once you make a decision about what you want to pursue. The alternate I'm getting is that you have to allow yourself to lean on others if you want to break the cycle. This could be through personal and professional relationships. But you have to actually decide yes, this is what you want. It doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to change as you grow, but first, you have to plant the seed. Once your seedling sprouts you can cultivate your plant however you’d like. There’s a lot out there available to you but making the decision to move towards it is where it begins.

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PILE 2 (Statue)

Current Energy:

Cards: King of Wands, The Star, The Tower rev, Queen of Wands

I see you showing up as being in a hopeful energy and that good fortune of some kind is coming your way. A good balance of masculine and feminine energy. There’s a sense of resisting something internally, however. A transition of some kind that you're wanting to make. It seems like it could be good for you and a lot of different areas in your life would improve, but what you know or are accustomed to might clash with what you want. However, you have what it takes to succeed. If you were drawn to pile 1, after reading this pile consider checking it out as well.

The cycle that needs to end:

Cards: Eight of Swords, The Devil, Ten of Swords, Knight of Swords

I feel like you’ve got a gloomy inner world. Very melancholy. You’re turning a blind eye to the things that are holding you back and draining your energy. It feels like you almost escape it but it gets you every time. You might not take the best care of yourself mentally or physically. With all the swords it could be a mental thing too and it’s important that you get (professional) help and take those steps (of taking better care of yourself). The cycle that needs to break is you getting stuck in this energy.

What keeps the cycle going:

Cards: Four of Swords, Eight of Cups rev, Ace of Wands rev, Ace of Cups

You don’t rest. You won’t walk away from the things draining your energy. You won’t open up your heart and you won’t do anything with your creative sparks... more or less.

It’s so important that you take a moment to take a good pause and regroup. You could find yourself turning to poor coping mechanisms and that's not good. You can't try to leave a bad situation either if you don’t know what made it bad. You also have to sometimes stick things out. If you tried breaking a habit and it didn't work, it doesn’t mean you’re doomed to always have that habit. That’s a bad way of looking at things, and while it’s understandable to feel that way, you still need to work on it. You’re allowed to connect with your emotions and create as well... There's a need to review your plans/goals as well. You can be successful, but may lack the resources to easily be so... that’s also understandable but you can still work with what you do have. You may also lack confidence in you abilities to achieve your goals. You can manifest so many things you want but you have to believe in yourself and open your emotions to be able to connect with the feeling of what you want. It’s easy to say I want XYZ, but if you don’t figure out what that’s going to feel like, then how will you know when you’ve got it? It’s easy to get caught up in material things but the last thing you want is to wake up one day to a life that looks exactly like you wanted it to, only to realize it doesn’t FEEL the way you wanted it to.

What will it take to break the cycle:

Cards: Judgement, The Hierophant, Knight of Wands, Page of Cups

It’s time for you to get it together. Get serious about moving on to the next phase. I feel like it’s all going to work out based on the cards but you really do have to stop holding yourself back. Find a support group. Consider finding creative/artistic ways to express yourself. Step into a leadership role because there’s a good chance you can lend the wisdom you’ve acquired to others… This could be through a social media platform, sharing your writing, attending a local community event, etc. Work on making sure how you’re living aligns with your beliefs and vice versa. Allow yourself to be vulnerable. Give yourself your all. I also feel like this is one of those situations where you have to remind yourself that sometimes motivation follows action.

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PILE 3 (Broken TV)

Current energy:

Cards: Wheel of fortune, Queen of swords, Queen of pentacles, Two of wands

Your current energy is that you've shifted to a 'really good' energy or you're about to shift to a 'really good' energy. The Magician isn't here but that's kind of the energy I'm picking up on here too. Either being very faithful right now that everything is going to work out for you or that's the energy/mindset that you need to tap into. There are options available to you... You need a plan of some kind. You feel unable to move... unequipped even. Thinking about (or needing to) your long-term future. With the two queens, I think you're leaning into one of the two embodiments of the queen, maybe even both. You might have a hard time seeing yourself as either.

The cycle that needs to be broken:

Cards: The Hanged Man, The Tower, The World, Judgement

The other piles were definitely what I would consider a cycle on a loop that needed breaking but yours feels less like a cycle and more like you're just... stuck. You're ready to or have 'level/ed up', but it's as though you're stuck in limbo. This could be because you've gone through a 'tower moment' recently (say within the last year give or take) that's left you stuck in limbo. Or it could be a fear of having a 'tower moment' that is leaving stuck in limbo. Regardless this cycle is one of you needing to bring something to completion.

What keeps the cycle going:

Cards: Knight of Wands, The Emperor, The Sun, Eight of Pentacles, The Fool

You might be rather impatient. When you do things you may expect to see results immediately...that sense of 'oh, I did this tasks once, why don't I feel better 👀'. It could also be that you might not plan out your goals thoroughly or you may not be very clear on what it is that you want to do/achieve. I feel like since you don't take that moment to strategize and figure out what actually needs to be done, this cycle keeps going. You may just charge forth into whatever you think will bring you happiness. However, this means you can't put in the work required which can bring you back to a place of fear and doubt. This can create anxiety and likely catastrophizing which brings us back to that fear of a 'tower moment'. It could also simply be a case of being too laid back? On the flip side, while it's always good to have faith that things will work out, it's important to remember that a lot of times, you still have to play a role in that.

What will it take to break the cycle: Cards: The Star, Justice, Three of Pentacles, Knight of Cups

Have hope, yes. Dream and believe that good things are meant for you and those good things will find you. BUT, balance that with meaningful/conscious action. You must consider the long term. What is the end goal going to look/feel like? What is the journey of getting there going to take? Some of you already have the knowledge you need while others may still need to acquire it. Regardless, learning and implementation will help break the cycle. You have what it takes, but you have to stay the course. It's also important that you use action rather than simply ideas to motivate you. Fall in love with the act of doing.

I also feel like you should make a love list. I initially thought of that while going my first glance at the cards.

Also, do me a favour and take a nap, please! ✋

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PILE 4 (Hammer)

Note: If you're someone who reads what cards were pulled, I mistyped the Seven suit for Current Energy and The Cycle so now that I'm editing, I realised I have no idea which suit the card belonged to hence the (?). Okay, that's all!

Current energy:

Cards: Seven of Swords(?), Queen of Pentacles, Three of Wands

It's time for you to broaden your horizons, however, you currently have to tread carefully. You could currently be job searching or looking for scholarships etc. There's a lot of opportunities available to you or becoming available to you. But you need to be diligent and read the fine print and get the details to make sure you won't be compromised in the process. It's important though that you be able to maintain a balance between your home/personal and academic/career life. You're in an energy of needing to remember to put yourself first.

The cycle that needs to be broken:

Cards: Two of Swords, The Emperor, Page of Swords, Seven of Wands (?)

The cycle that needs to break is one of constantly being at odds with everyone. I feel like you’re constantly bending over backwards or breaking your neck to try and appease others-- and no matter what you do, it’s not enough. I think this might potentially resonate more with those who are academics. When faced with a decision between what will benefit you vs what will benefit someone else, you have a tendency to either not make a decision of choose the option that will benefit someone else instead. This could be because you either live under someone with authority over you (like a caretaker or family) or you're in a position where you feel like you have to take care of others (siblings/family, partner).

I feel as though for some of you it could also be a romantic relationship? I'm not familiar with 'channeling' through music, but find myself doing it a lot lately. The song 'Lifetime' by Livingston just resonated with part of this pile for some reason. When asking if it’s a romantic situation, I got the cards: Eight of Pentacles, The Devil, and Justice rev. I’m also getting 'the right person, but wrong time'.

I think if it's someone with whom you share romantic feelings for, it's a situation where the relationship likely feels imbalanced and like hard work, but you don't feel like you can step away. If that resonated then that could be it. It could also be any unfair relationship dynamic.

What keeps the cycle going:

Cards: The Hanged Man, Ace of Wands, Death, The Moon, Eight of Swords

I think you’re in a cage of your own making, but not because you can’t see. You can see, but what you’re seeing isn’t clear. Because of this, you tend to end up pressing pause on moving forward. There's a lot of creative energy around you... for some, it's that it's a creative field waiting to accept you. However, you're too afraid to actually go for it and give it your all so I think you keep 'pulling the wool' over your own eyes. I think if there are people around you in opposition to you moving forward, you might see it as a convenient excuse to not move forward and transform into the next stage of your life. It's almost like the cycle doesn't need to be a cycle. You know when you're listening to a song and you keep restarting it 'cause you keep getting interrupted? And sometimes it's just you being extra because it wasn't even your favourite part you're just kind of nitpicking? Yeah, same vibe I'm getting here.

If the relationship resonates: I think you may need to let go of (or loosen your hold on) because they could be holding you back to the point they're dragging you down. Things are shifting for you, especially internally. You could be trying to hold it back though, but in doing so you could burn up and out. You’re seeing what really is and maybe you don’t want to. That’s the part that keeps this cycle going. I see images of a phoenix rising too.

What will it take to break the cycle:

Cards: Queen of Wands, The Chariot rev, Judgement, Three of Pentacles, The World, The Lovers

It’s time to use the things you’ve learned. Let go and let the cycle close. Trust that you’ll find love again or that you’ll find inner harmony. Trust that it will all work out in your favour. Take steps, even if it's baby steps to doing whatever it is you want to do. I feel like I said this already in a different pile, but even if you can't make a complete switch yet, start engaging in the things you want to do or eventually pivot too in small steps. You can always research or engage with it as a hobby for the time being. Also finding balance between who you are and how you show up to the world. Remember you have a lot to offer and it's going to do everyone a whole lot more good in the long run, the more authentically you can show up.

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[pink-amethyst-tarot]

What you need to hear RIGHT NOW

Oh, my goodness, the urgency of it all...

Take what resonates and leave the rest. In the end, you are the one who is in control of your life.

P I L E 1 ~ P I L E 2 ~ P I L E 3

Pile 1 ♡

Judgement, Ten of Swords (Reversed), Two of Wands (Reversed), Page of Wands, The Star, King of Swords Bottom of the Deck: Wheel of Fortune

A decision has finally been made and you can now rest and recharge. You are now in a place where you can set long-term goals and will be inspired. You are now ready to explore new ideas and possibilities. The tables have turned, and good fortune is on your side. Your faith will be restored, and you will have the mental clarity to move forward.

Pile 2 ♡

Queen of Wands, Four of Cups (Reversed), Eight of Pentacles, Ace of Cups, King of Pentacles, Four of Wands Bottom of the Deck: The Magician

You need to be celebrating yourself! You have worked really hard for this. Be confident in what you've done. You gotta own it! Your hard work is leading to financial success, and you have many love offers coming your way! One of which is the person you will marry! You did this! You did the work so be proud of yourself!

Pile 3 ♡

King of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, The Devil, Judgement, Knight of cups (Reversed), Ten of Cups (Reversed) Bottom of the Deck: The Hermit

You are very caring and kind. That in of itself is not a bad thing to be. But you give so much of yourself, that you are left empty. It seems like you think you have to be needed to have value. That is not true! YOU HAVE VALUE BECAUSE YOU EXIST AND YOU DON'T NEED ANOTHER REASON FOR IT TO BE TRUE!!!! You are being asked to heal and free yourself from any guilt or obligation. It's time to rest, recharge and take time to understand yourself and maybe even doing some shadow work. This is the time that you need to be alone to better understand yourself and so you can learn to pour into your own cup. It's unrealistic to hold yourself to these sky-high standards.

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[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

OH can you please do "What do you need?" "A hug." for jily <333

from this prompt list

She’s been going for 20 minutes.

“It’s fucking ridiculous!”

James nods dutifully from his place on the couch. “Absolutely.”

“And it’s not as if Slughorn has the bollocks to actually say anything. Not beyond his usual rubbish anyway which is the whole reason Mulciber has the audacity to spout his blood supremacy nonsense at the bloody dinner table.” 

“I hate that guy.”

Lily wheels around from where she’s been pacing by the fireplace. “Right? And I swear, James, he was pissed when he got to the dinner and Sluggy’s mead just made it worse. I was just sitting there, having to listen to him, as he…as he stares at me, over pudding. Because he doesn’t care that everyone knows exactly who he’s talking about. He makes my skin crawl, James.”

James takes a steadying breath and forces himself to continue to track Lily as she paces about the room, his face neutral and attentive. She’s made it clear enough times before that she won’t allow herself to go on these rants around him if she has to worry that he’ll just take them as permission to go hex the Slytherins. It’s a test of his self-control every time.

“I just wish that someone else would say something. For once! That it wouldn’t be me against the entire—”

James scoffs, his practised patience wearing thin. “I’ve told you—”

“You hate the Slug Club, James,” she interrupts with a sigh. “Don’t you remember the last time?”

Does he ever. Things had spiralled out of control at dinner, and the tension had spilled over into the corridors right after the party. Fortunately, Lily had the presence of mind to fetch Slughorn before anyone ended up needing a trip to the hospital wing. The Potions professor had quickly sent James and the Slytherins to their respective dorms, deducting only a few points from each house.

Of course, James and his friends had settled the score later that week, far from Slughorn’s watchful eye—but Lily didn’t need to know everything.

“And besides,” she continues, “I already know how you feel and it…it means everything to me, to have you on my side. But Jesus, James, you’d think at least one of the posh twats Sluggy invites week after week could at least have some sympathy.”

“Speaking on behalf of the posh twats of the world,” James begins, clearing his throat.

Lily cracks a smile, the first real win of the evening for James. “Oh, stop that,” she says, shaking her head. “We’re far too good of friends for you to fool me with that anymore.”

Friends. Good friends. Great friends!

James gives her a practised smile as she settles beside him on the couch, turning sideways to face him, knees drawn up to her chin.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I really did mean for us to study. I—”

He shakes his head. “I’m happy to be a listening ear, Evans.”

She smiles softly, resting her chin on her knees as she watches him. The firelight dances across her face and hair, casting a warm glow that makes her look radiant. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Rot of boredom, probably,” he quips.

“You just…” She purses her lips. “You always know exactly what to do. What to say. It’s like…it’s like you’ve read the Lily Evans Manual.”

James forces himself not to drop his gaze, not to give up and openly confess how he’s studied her so closely for the past six and a half years that he could write a Lily Evans Manual.

“You make me sound way cooler than I am,” he says, leaning on one crooked arm against the back of the couch. “Do go on.”

She laughs, the sound muffled as she buries her face behind her knees, eyes squeezed shut.  James's gaze lingers on her, absorbing every detail, as he commits the sight and sound of her to memory.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with them,” he says quietly, resisting the urge to reach across and lift her chin to meet his eyes. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” she sighs, “it’s not.”

“What do you need?” he asks. “I know hexing Mulciber is regrettably off the table for me,” (she laughs again) “but we could go get some ice cream from the kitchens or if you’d rather go ahead and start studying—”

“A hug,” she interrupts him.

His eyes widen. “From…me?”

“I mean,” she hesitates, her voice softening with uncertainty, “not if…not if it’s an inconvenience. I don’t—”

Before she can finish—before she can change her mind—he swiftly crosses the space between them on the couch and wraps his arms around her. Her knees collapse at once, falling off the couch between them, so she can press herself more fully against the solidness of his chest, her arms threading tight around his shoulders.

And they’re just friends. Good friends. Great friends! But he wouldn’t trade it for the world—not really.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

We have a long weekend in Germany and I used that to go to the sea for a couple of days. A last time to soak up the sun before winter. And on a small fair was this wheel of fortune. In front of it this group of hot men. I mean, I put on a little belly. The price of having a career after university. A spin on the wheel of fortune was a good excuse to push myself past the muscular guys. Now Wheel of Fortune lands on "Education." Fuck, I would have preferred "Dick size"....

Well my dear friend. We can win every game we play. When you spin the wheel and it lands on education you panic but only for a few seconds while your mind is instantly wiped blank. You rub your eyes as you get a little dizzy. Your jaw slacks and drool begin to spill from your lips. Any thoughts you have is immediately erased. Trying to think will be impossible as you’re going to be one dumb man. Sure you put on a little weight with your career but that’s ok. Your husband who takes care of you loved that have a belly. And with you being covered in hair it makes you the perfect cub. Oh did I say career ? What I meant to say is your only fans page. You’re not smart enough to do anything else other than show off your bearish body and make what money you can being such a simple oaf in life. But I’m not completely cruel. Yes the wheel took every bit of knowledge you have. Reducing that brain to a mear pebble. But I’ll grant your other wish. You’ll have one monster cock hanging on your bearish body. The only bad thing is you’ll be too dumb to even know how to use it. Good thing you have a husband.

[vvmylove]

Can you do a Gitae Kim vs kwak Jichang who will wins reader heart headcanon?

Who will win readers heart?

May contain some suggestive ideas

Gitae

Okay I can understand that he is hot and "oh please ruin my life," but I don't know much about him. He is very cold-blooded and won't hesitate to take another person's life for his own satisfaction.

He gives off the same vibes as Eugene💀.

Hear me out: You cannot tell me Gitae is bad in bed- is swear this man is aggressive and will use you- some people may be into that. I mean, I wouldn't mind being tossed around (by goo)

I have a sense that even though he may be boy trash(positive), he is very loyal and protective. Insane but in a positive way. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will stay by your side no matter what.

Would come home after a long fight with flowers and a box of cigarettes talking about "Short-cake, I got ya my favorite beer (emphasis on HIS favorite) but you wouldn't mind it. He does seem like the type to rub your back afterwards.

Would drive you around in his little junk car he spent a fortune trying to fix while blasting music. He seems like a careless driver, but anything for the trill ya know! He would drive at night on the highway, blasting music as he slams his foot on the gas pedal. One hand will be on your thigh while the other on the steering wheel.

He is very carefree about things. It doesn't matter if you dress like a slut or go out in lingerie because this man can FIGHT. If any man looks your way, he will just throw some sort of weapon at him. There is no need for him to go over there and kick his ass when anything around him can be used as a weapon.

THIS MAN WILL SPOIL YOU! Doesn't matter if he doesn't have money, he will find and spoil you. Though, he wont put in much effort into spoiling you. He will just be like "take my card babe," while he goes to kiss Charles' ass.

This dude? WOULD RUN AWAY WITH YOU!! All you gotta do is say so and this man will sweep you off your feet and start walking out the door. He wouldn't mind living in a cabin, as long as you cook. Will hunt a bear with his bare hands.

Jichang

They say the guys with a J name will mess your life up, WRONG!!! (unless yall break up). this FINE MAN will treat you right. Yall already KNOW that this man is classy. Will treat you right. Very Loyal.

I lowkey feel like this dude has attachment issues. He can only focus on one thing (person) at a time. So you gotta make sure his eyes aren't on anyone else's.

Though, he would love spoiling you. He would put more thought into it, buying your favorite things. He would rent out a venue just because you said you wanted to dance, buying you an expensive dress that you saw on Pinterest, a display of food on the table as he stands there in his suit. "Princess, this is all for you."

He would make a house a home- you cannot tell me this man doesn't know how to cook. All you need to do is give him a recipe and watch him cook. He will pick you up by the waist and place you on the counter. "Give me a min hon," he says before placing a peck on the lips, then goes back to cooking.

WILL HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU!!!! IDC IDC

Stares at you in awe all the time idc idc this man STARES at you.

He is the comforter, always comforting you. He will cuddle with you in his arms, play with your hair, feed you sweets, all while whispering cute little things in your ear. I fear this man loves romance a little too much.

WILL TRY TO GET INSPIRATION TO TREAT YOU RIGHT OFF TV SCENES. Hear me out. In a movie he will see some cringe kissing scene reenact it with you. Its more like, you both are on a date outside, walking by the beach, he would spin you around by grabbing onto your shoulder then kiss you. This cringe mf.

I got a lot of good things to say about this man idk hes just a lover.

I think it depends on the man you prefer. We are all delulu here. If you prefer a more insane and possessive (Gitae) or a more calm and classy man (Jichang).

[blackopals-world]

Little Imp Delivery Service

Delivery person!Yuu and Sam (platonic)

Ace x Yuu (a little bit)

Sam sends his worker out to deliver to Octavinelle.

@somany-fandoms-solittle-time

Yuu had just set out their latest pair of skates down to dry. They had just finished painting a cool skeleton foot design on them with glow-in-the-dark paint. They would match their glowing skeleton hoodie perfectly. Just until after dark it's going to look so cool.

Yuu grinned maniacally as a buzzer went off. They glared at the red light as they dusted themselves off.

They spent downtime in the storage room they had converted into an "office" at the shop. The buzzer meant that they had a delivery to make.

They stretched as they grabbed a different set of roller blades off the rack. It was an impressive collection of customized skates Yuu had made.

Sam waited behind the counter as Yuu closed the door.

"Theirs my little Imp. I have a order straight from here to Octavinelle. Azul needs new glassware." Sam had a smile like a cat who ate a fat pigeon. He must have got a good deal.

Yuu cringed. They knew this delivery was going to be a problem. Azul doesn't make orders like this unless Floyd caused a mess and was having a mood swing. Second, since Jade wasn't picking it up it meant both twins were on the loose. Which meant that they needed to avoid the twins at all costs because the glass was fragile.

Sam boxed up the glasses and handed it to Yuu so they could put them in the carrier bag.

"Now before you go. Uniform," Sam said holding out the apron.

Yuu hated the apron.

It was a black apron with purple lettering "Little Imp Delivery" with a devil tail in the back. Yuu had personalized it with buttons and stickers but it was still embarrassing.

Yuu reluctantly put it on as a shadow fussed with their hair.

"You dyed it again I see." Sam smirked.

"I'm sure your friends on the other side already told you," Yuu said with their eyes.

"Use your words," Sam said shrugging.

Yuu rolled their eyes and signed instead. It's not like they couldn't speak it's just that signing was easier. But not sighing was the easiest. It's not like they had anything to say.

"Good Imp!" Sam said ushering Yuu out.

Yuu took a sucker from the shelf on the way out.

Grape flavor. Yum. Doesn't taste like grape but it sure tastes like purple.

Just as Yuu sat to put on their blades Sam returned, placing a helmet on Yuu's head and dropping their arm and knee pads on the ground.

"Safety first!" He said before going back inside.

Yuu stuck out their tongue as they put on their gear.

And they were off zipping through campus. Ducking and dodging students.

Yuu picked up speed as they neared a staircase. Yuu jumped and grinded down holding the railing. I was amazing until they realized they were going too fast and flying down.

Fortunately they were caught before eating ground. By Ace.

"Woah! Watch out!" He said clumsy holding Yuu up as their feet scrambled to get footing while on wheels.

Yuu sighed in relief as they righted themselves.

Ace really saved their ass. Oh shit the glass?!

Yuu immediately checked the delivery witch was thankfully safe. Yuu sighed again as the ecstaticly kissed Ace's cheek before skating off again.

Ace flushed pink.

"Oh, okay. Thanks. I mean you're welcome. I man be careful!"

Yuu didn't hear him, too busy.

Yuu took a deep breath as they entered Octavinelle. They need to be careful. The eels were still on the loose somewhere. If they were lucky they would be taking a swim and if they were unlucky (which they were known to be) then they'd find Yuu.

Yuu had to make it to the lounge quickly and find Azul. Once Azul signed for the delivery everything was out of Yuu's hands. But getting past the guard dogs was the only issue.

It was like they sensed Yuu entering the threshold.

"Black Bee Shrimp~"

Yuu needed to skate faster. They could hear him. Damn, Floyd's parents for making him so fucking tall!

"Come on Shrimpy! I just wanna play!" Floyd yelled running after Yuu.

Yuu turned a corner and almost ran into Jade who smiled creepily.

Now they were sandwiched between two eels who both getting closer. Yuu had no choice as they skated towards Jade before ducking and sliding under him and continuing towards the lounge.

They could hear Floyd loudly complaining that they got away.

Yuu escaped being fish food today.

Yuu confidently entered the lounge and putting down the package as they ignored the glass shards everywhere.

"Delivery for Azul" Yuu said stiffly, voice scratchy.

Azul came out, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed.

Yuu held out the table for signing.

As Azul sighed Yuu typed something out on their phone.

"You have mess on your hands. Looks like the eels aren't going to be much help. I brought along a premium Magic Vac 7500. It could do the cleaning for you." Yuu smiled pleasantly taking out the vacuum.

"How much is it going to cost me?" Azul rolled his eyes already knowing this shtick.

"Just for you since you are in such need, 8500 modles. 10% off." Yuu smirked.

"You really are just like that shop keeper. 8000, and you've got a deal." Azul said sliding the table back.

"You've got a deal, Ashengrotto. It been a pleasure and thank you again for using Little Imp Delivery Service." Yuu said taking the money and bowing.

(You gotta upsell baby! Make your father proud!)

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,804

Tw: Gun handling

Summary: After you finish your midterms, Leon vouch to teach you how to handle and shoot a gun. To have you to protect yourself when he takes his leave after three days.

𝚅𝙸.

You woke up sore, and an aching core.

You support yourself to sit up by your elbow you but hiss and jolt at the sudden ache you had on your lower back, you yawn and groan, moving your limbs to ease the stiff muscles. An arm tightens around your hip, startling you as you look down to see who; it’s Leon.

He does the have his shirt on, his muscles flexing as he frowns when you make small movements. You rub your eyelids with your wrist and stretch your arms up, good thing you wore some pajamas—did Leon dress you up?

“Stop moving so much…” Leon mutter, his voice tired and more deeper in the morning, making you froze in place as crimson creeps up to your cheeks and ear—getting turned on by his morning voice. “Sorry, did I wake you?” you apologized and asked, turning to him, lying down again and cuddling over to him. Burying your face to his chest.

“Didn’t know you’re a clingy type after se—” you hit him before finishing that last word. You frown at him and turn your back, “come here,” he coos, pulling you close—your back flush to his chest, his nose to the crook of your neck. Taking a deep breath as his breath tickles your neck.

You reach for your phone, ignoring Leon’s attempt to snatch your attention by brushing himself against you. You check the time and messages in your phone, “Midterms…” you mutter, dropping down your phone and groan. “What?” he asked, his chin resting to your shoulder.

“Gotta get ready…” you mutter and sat up, Leon’s arm still around your waist. Keeping you from getting off the bed, you struggle to make him let go, “can’t stay for today, princess?” he murmur, sitting up with you and resting his forehead to your neck.

“I would love to, but I have midterms.” You sigh in defeat, his fingers brushing against your abdomen, “sorry for last night, was I too rough?” he chuckle as he asked, you flush in embarrassment when you remembered how cock-drunk you were last night. Even going as far as calling Leon your daddy.

You hum in response, your body sinking in his touch. “What’s with the daddy kink, by the way?” he asked, obviously teasing you, “what do you mean? I don’t quite catch that.” You answered, pretending that you didn’t heard him.

“oh, look at the time. Time to go to school.” Quickly getting up and off your bed, catching Leon off guard as his grip suddenly loosen. You can feel his icy blues stare at your back, his gaze leaving a fire that’s been burning up and down to your back.

You look back and see him hold himself by his side, the pose that most people call paint-me-like-one-of-your-french-girls type of pose. The blanket covering his lower part, making him like a perfect nude model to sculpt and draw on.

Simply ignoring him as you get some things done, while Leon watches your every move.

“I remember when you told me you want to hold a gun,” Leon started the conversation in the car, wheel turning right as he drives you to school. It’s so unfortunate that your driver isn’t available for today because he had to rush back home because of his daughter—which you gave him permission to leave for the day.

You were stiff and tense in your sit, eyes on the road while Leon talks. You thought to yourself that you’re fortunate enough that you didn’t get killed by his third leg, you feel like he’s going to kill you with his driving skills. One part of you wishes that his license get revoked.

You hum to answer his question, low and meek. Leon turns to you and raise a brow, “something wrong?” you shake your head in response and sink your nails deeper to your seat. His hand found its way to your thigh and give it a squeeze, “don’t worry, I’m not going to crash us.” He assured, his thumb caressing your flesh.

“as I was saying,” Leon made a stop and got out of the car—unbuckling his seatbelt first, then circle around the car and open your door like a passenger princess you are. “After your exam, I’ll be here. And I will teach you how to hold a gun and shoot. What do you say?” Leon suggested, he swear he caught your eyes sparkling with delight. “Really?” you took his hand and got out of a car, as if you’re some royalty that deserve to be treated with such delicacy.

Leon nodded, brushing your knuckles with his thumb as he brought up to his face and his lips made contact with your hand. You blush and chuckle at his move, trying to pull your fingers out from his grasp, “stop that, you look like an idiot.”

“I know I can’t get inside with you because you told me that I’ll cause a distraction because students find me perfection.” He said before interlocking your fingers together, “which I find such bullshit.” You shake your head at him and pinch his cheeks.

“Pop quiz before I let you go,” Leon said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck, his blue bonds with the warmth of your glittering eyes. “What is a microprocessor?” he asked, you cleared your throat and confidently answered; “A microprocessor is an integrated circuit having all the functionality of a central processing unit of a PC.” You grin and he nodded, “good, good.”

His face dangerously close to yours, nose touching as he part his lips and ask again, “What is a programming language?”

“A programming language is a collection of grammar rules to instruct computers or computing devices to perform tasks!” you yelp but answered correctly again, his hands were tickling your sides as you both hear a familiar shout from the distance, “bitch! I have called you for a w…” Sarina had gone silent as she saw the two of you, being all lovey-dovey. “Holy shit.”

“Girl!” The grin spreading to your friends face made you retreat from Leon’s touch, you know damn well that she’ll be asking you questions once you two got inside campus. Leon chuckle and held your hand before you leave, “want some Spanish latte after your midterm?” he asked, you nodded and smiled. “Text me when you finish your exam.”

“okay!” you walk up to Sarina and she gave you a bump on the shoulder, Leon got inside his car and drove away—looking at you from the side mirror as he drove off, seeing you wave him goodbye.

Sarina clung to your shoulder, pulling you as she couldn’t wait any longer to hear what kind of tea you’ll be sharing with her.

Walking around the hallways until you both found your respective class, your professor scaring the two of you at the door then giving the paper with a smile in his face. Laughing at you and your friends reaction, which got Sarina almost hitting the prof.

“by the way, girl. Why do you walk like that?” Sarina asked, taking the paper and walking beside you, tilting your head with confusion, you asked her, “what do you mean?”

“You walk like you just got fucked.” You hit her shoulder with the paper you’re holding and sat beside her, she made a small ‘o’ with her lips, pouting why you’d hit her when she just asked, “unless, you….” She raised a brow, your eyes rolled as you take your pen and write down your name, “take the test or keep gossiping.” You mutter.

“girl, you are fucking scoring to the Leon S. Kennedy!” she shriek in a whisper, she felt more happier for you and keeps bumping you to give you a shit-eating grin. God, you wish you could hide the fact that you just got fucked; it was hard and rough too for your first time. You wish you could’ve walked more normal than limping every few seconds because your core is sore and the aching feeling you had in your lower back.

Surprisingly, you finish the test since last night Leon was fucking you to oblivion while giving you a pop quiz, every wrong answer—he’d push deeper, but won’t move to satisfy your aching cunt.

You clenched your legs together as you thought about last nights incident, wishing that the arousal isn’t pooling down to damp your underwear. You think of how he snaps his hips every time you talk back at him, making you choke and sob. How he would delay your release and every answer you got correct, he would circle around your bud and hard fucked you until you deserve to come.

You earn that fucking release because you got the majority of his questions correct, making you exhausted and limp. You hate how much he has his fingers all over you, that you’d b willing to please him. Looking like a dejected pup when he doesn’t give you attention right away.

Maybe he was right, you’ve become a brat—no, you are a brat. In his eyes, a brat that he’s willing to tame every chance that you misbehave.

These thoughts kept on running until Sarina harshly bumps you to snap back to reality, “earth to miss?” she whispered, pinching your side which made you wince and almost let out a loud ‘ouch’.

“You wanna turn it in or are you daydreaming about Leon f—”

“Say it, and I will give you an uppercut.”

Her lips now shut in a thin line as you asked her to turn your paper in too. You stood up and brush those thoughts away and catches up to Sarina.

You didn’t notice how time flies, when Sarina kept asking you question about your blonde bodyguard. Poking your cheeks and annoying you if you refuse to answer her.

“Is he like, doing the things men do in books?” you raise a brow to her question as you’re eating some hamburger, you thought about it for a while. He’s opening doors for you, when you ask that your feet hurts—he’d carry you bridal style, when you call for him, rest assured that he’s already there.

So it’s safe to say to your friend that he may be one of the real life book boyfriends that Sarina’s reading about, you gave her a nod and took the last bite of your food. She whines and keeps shaking you, “you’re so lucky!” she said. Yeah, so lucky that he’s a good fucker too.

You never knew you’d also ask yourself if older guys do it better, but then again. He’s your first.

A honk startled you, almost dropping your drink as you turn your gaze to the car—the windows rolled down and it’s Leon. His looking at you, nodding his head to gesture you to come now, “got to go, see you!” you bid farewell to your friend, she watch you walk away and as if she had seen her best friend finally clinging like a koala to someone else.

“Spanish latte, venti. For my princess.” He handed you the paper bag with your drink inside. “Thank you, you’re such a considerate bodyguard.” You blink pretty for him before taking out your drink from the bag, plunging the straw and taking a sip. “You’re forgetting something, sweetheart.”

You turn your head and tilt in confusion, “come on, where’s my thank you kiss?” he tease, his eyes on the road—driving to his workplace again. You rolled your eyes to him, and shift your position so you could reach him. He leans and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which made him grin so hard.

“Thank you for my lovely bodyguard and the D.S.O’s most dangerous agent to get me my drink.” You teased and lean back to your seat again, you hear him chuckle as he turn the wheels and parked the car.

Even though you only visited this place once, people already knew who you were—his co-workers and other researchers, as if the word spread like wildfire. You saw familiar faces again as they greeted you with a warm welcome back smiles, you clung to Leon’s bicep as he guides you to the shooting area.

His friends followed to watch how Leon can guide you, teach you the do’s and don’ts of holding a gun and shooting the gun.

You admit, you’re kind of nervous. Your hands visibly shaking and your palms sweating, Leon tease you for it. “Come on, sweetheart. How can you protect yourself if you couldn’t hold it properly?” you want to punch him here and there but people are watching. He does have a point, how could you defend yourself when Leon isn’t around when he’ll be sent away because of a mission?

You don’t want to be a helpless girl, taking a couple of deep breaths as you position yourself. Leon’s behind you and telling you the do’s and don’ts.

“I want you to know the Golden rules for handling a gun, princess.” Leon starts, his voice calm and a whisper, “Always keep your fingers straight and off the trigger until you are ready to shoot.” You nod.

“Like this?” you asked, positioning your fingers just as he said. “Like that, here—let me help you first,” he holds your hands that’s been holding a gun, both of your hands are in his palm. Squeezing so that you could stop from shaking and assures you that it’ll be all right and that it’s always scary when it’s your first.

“Now, remember to keep your gun pointed to a safe direction,” Leon mutters to your ear, his front flush against your back. His friends were standing there as if they’re watching a live romance episode.

“Aim at the target,” you do as he says as his voice became more authoritative, you aim—his hands still wrap around your fingers. “Take a deep breath,” you did, a couple more times, Leon help you shot the first one, “see? Not so bad.” He assures and lets you go, backing himself to let you be on your own.

You adjust your position, taking deep breaths—your eyes to the target. Your finger creeping in to the trigger, then bang. Right at the red dot, you never smiled so hard in your life. You shot right where the red dot is, “Leon! D-Did you see that?” you jump, “princess, the gun.”

“Oops,” you place the gun down, not wanting to accidentally shoot your toe, “sorry.” you scratched the back of your head and jump your way to Leon and brag about how you did that all on your own.

“yeah, so proud of you, princess.” He says, “why does it feel like you don’t mean it?” you raise a brow, suspicious of his own words, “you hurt me with those words.” He chuckle, “wanna have a go again?” you nodded and you did.

You were enjoying your time, Leon gave you another tip and rules on how to handle a gun. “Don’t aim your gun to someone who you don’t intend to shoot, okay?” you hum in response, you both sitting on a bench and eating the donuts that Luis bought for what he say, “love birds.”

The room fell silent, only your munching was heard and Leon is wiping the gun with some cloth, “I won’t here for a while, my flight leaves in three days.” He said, making you stop chewing and look at him in the eye, “what do you mean?” you asked, “got assigned to another mission,” you made a sad ‘oh’ and look down to your ground. “I trust you don’t cause any trouble, and if you’re ever in danger. You know what to do.” Leon spoke those words proudly.

You nod, but felt anxious since you have grown use to Leon always being at your side. In just a call, he’s there. What if he doesn’t come back though, what would you do?

“Will you come back?”

Those words made Leon crack a small smile, “of course,” he mutter, brushing a strand of hair at the back of your ear, “just gonna be gone for a couple of days or week…” you look at him with sad yet hopeful eyes, “probably a month…” he finishes.

“I’ll hate you forever if you die on me.”

“Never.”

You scoot over and lie your head to his shoulder, his arm swung around you and brought you closer. Feeling his warmth, you ought to make his three days worth a while before his flight. Be touch and hear his voice for the last three days before he departs.

You don’t have to worry, he’ll be safe when you are safe at the back of his mind.

He should remember to bring you some souvenirs when he gets back.

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[aeshnacyanea2000]

‘Just shut up, will you?’ he said. ‘It’s Hogswatch! That’s not the time for silly arguments, all right?’ ‘Oh, yes it is,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies glumly. ‘It’s exactly the time for silly arguments. In our family we were lucky to get through dinner without a reprise of What A Shame Henry Didn’t Go Into Business With Our Ron. Or Why Hasn’t Anyone Taught Those Kids To Use A Knife? That was another favourite.’ ‘And the sulks,’ said Ponder Stibbons. ‘Oh, the sulks,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. ‘Not a proper Hogswatch without everyone sitting staring at different walls.’ ‘The games were worse,’ said Ponder. ‘Worse than the kids hitting one another with their toys, d’you think? Not a proper Hogswatch afternoon without wheels and bits of broken dolly everywhere and everyone whining. Assault and battery included.’ ‘We had a game called Hunt the Slipper,’ said Ponder. ‘Someone hid a slipper. And then we had to find it. And then we had a row.’ ‘It’s not really bad,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘I mean, not proper Hogswatch bad, unless everyone’s wearing a paper hat. There’s always that bit, isn’t there, when someone’s horrible great-aunt puts on a paper hat and smirks at everyone because she’s being so bohemian.’ ‘I’d forgotten about the paper hats,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. ‘Oh, dear.’ ‘And then later on someone’ll suggest a board game,’ said Ponder. ‘That’s right. Where no one exactly remembers all the rules.’ ‘Which doesn’t stop someone suggesting that you play for pennies.’ ‘And five minutes later there’s two people not speaking to one another for the rest of their lives because of tuppence.’ ‘And some horrible little kid—’ ‘I know, I know! Some little kid who’s been allowed to stay up wins everyone’s money by being a nasty little cut-throat swot!’ ‘Right!’ ‘Er . . .’ said Ponder, who rather suspected that he had been that child. ‘And don’t forget the presents,’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies, as if reading off some internal list of gloom. ‘How . . . how full of potential they seem in all that paper, how pregnant with possibilities . . . and then you open them and basically the wrapping paper was more interesting and you have to say “How thoughtful, that will come in handy.” It’s not better to give than to receive, in my opinion, it’s just less embarrassing.’ ‘I’ve worked out,’ said the Senior Wrangler, ‘that over the years I have been a net exporter of Hogswatch presents—’ ‘Oh, everyone is,’ said the Chair. ‘You spend a fortune on other people and what you get when all the paper is cleared away is one slipper that’s the wrong colour and a book about earwax.’

-- Terry Pratchett - Hogfather

[thecapricunt1616]

The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 15

♡ Chapter Inspo: The Archer; Lover (TS) - 'I wake in the night I pace like a ghost the room is on fire invisible smoke and all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you'

♡ Summary: Carmy helps Winnie out of a nightmare, Winnie makes dinner for them, they read together and have some fun time on the roof to end Carmy's day off.

♡ W/C: 7,764

♡ Posted Date: 03/24/2024

♡ A/N: Helloooo! As promised, Here is the twin for C14! The second half of their night in together :) I hope you enjoy!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Domestic violence, Nightmares, Smut, panic attacks/talks of anxiety

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯

His hand wraps tightly around my throat, gripping me so tightly that I’d have a handprint bruised into my flesh come morning. I tried everything I could to scream, my lungs and throat were burning as if I was, but absolutely no sound was coming out. 

Suddenly, I was back on the couch, Carmen knelt in front of me, gently shaking my leg, looking terrified and Ms.Mendoza my neighbor softly rubbing my arm as she sat by my side on the couch. 

“It’s only a bad dream nak” she said soothingly. I looked between them both with tear filled eyes. 

“I’m- I’m so sorry” I shook my head, sitting up, the embarrassment washing over me when I realized I was just having a nightmare.

“No, shh, it’s ok, it’s ok sunshine” Ms.Mendoza hugs me, rubbing my hair gently. “It’s why you gave me a key” she said and I nodded, sniffling a bit.  

She’d heard me having night terrors when I first moved in, she always made sure to do everything she could to wake me from them. I’d given her a key to my apartment in case of emergencies and things like this, I must have been screaming again.  

“Thank you, thank you” I whisper. Carm sits on my other side, rubbing my back gently. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here” he said softly and I turn to look at him. 

“Carmy- no. No. Don’t blame yourself this- these happen a lot. It’s just…it’s my ex and everything- Ms.Mendoza please go home, go relax yeah? Wheel of Fortune will be on soon” I told her, squeezing her arm gently. 

She nodded and picked her key up off the table, standing carefully from the couch and grabbing her cane.

“Get a good nights rest” she cupped my cheek and Carm, being the absolute angel he is, helped her back to her apartment to be sure she got in safely, before coming back, shutting the door and locking it behind him. 

I waited in the entry hall for him, and as soon as he shut the door I nearly fell in to his arms, holding him tight. “I’m so grateful you aren’t like him” I whispered into his shirt. 

He holds me tight, kissing the top of my head. “I’m glad you aren’t like her.” He mumbled into my hair, stroking my back gently. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you” I sniffled, closing my eyes and sighing softly. 

“Y’didnt, I was scared for you, not of you” he said, the timer for the food going off suddenly and I flinched.

 “ s’okay ” he said soothingly. I bit back the lump in my throat, taking deep even breaths and counting to 13. 

“Sorry” I mumble and he gently wiped my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Don’t be” he cupped my cheek gently and nudged my chin to look up at him. “Got y’somethin, wanna see?” He gives a small shy smile. 

I raise my eyebrows, a tiny smile on my lips. “Whatd’ya do Bear” I asked softly. 

“Go look on the table” he nods towards the dining area that I hadn’t even paid mind to in the moment. 

I turned around, gasping lightly and looking up at him as if he’d gotten me the moon on a string, a large smile adorning my face. “Oh- oh. Hm. I thought” I put a hand on my hip. “You sir” I poke his chest playfully, earning a chuckle out of him. 

“Were not the - how did you put it? mmm?” I hum, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. 

“‘Mmm I forget” he teased “I just know that my honey had a hard day, and I like to make her feel good” he leaned in, kissing me sweetly and reaching down, grabbing my bum and squeezing. 

I hum gently, leaning my hips in to his and pressing our chests flush, feeling how wet his hoodie was and pulling away. “Baby” I said softly, pushing down his hood and gently brushing through his hair. 

He quickly takes the opportunity to kiss my neck in hot, open mouth kisses. “Hm” he hummed, his thumbs trailing up and hooking in my panties. 

“You’re all wet, and cold, you’ll get sick, cmon” I said, giggling as he bites the fleshy spot between my neck and my shoulder and grumbling playfully like an animal. 

“And seemingly a very hungry Bear” I said, causing him to laugh into my skin, all of my previous panic and fear melting away like snow on a spring morning.  

“I am cold, but Y’re warmin’ me up” he muttered in to my neck, nuzzling his cold nose into my skin.

I kissed his jaw gently, leaving a trail of kisses next to his ear. “You can wear my comfy, you’ll look adorable” I offered, trailing my hands under his hoodie and squeezing his hips. 

“The fuck is a comfy” he rests his chin on my shoulder, looking at me from the side. 

I giggled at the awkward angle. “A blankey hoodie. You’re shivering, bear. I feel it. Cmon” I laced our Fingers together, kissing his icy feeling digits. 

He sighed softly “fine.” He muttered as I drag him to my bedroom, tugging at his his hoodie to which he obliged by raising his arms and I pulled it off him in one swift motion. 

I kissed each of his moles from his jaw to his neck, lingering on the last near his collarbone. “Don’t need a sick bear” I mused, gently running my palms up his abs. 

“Y’have a drawer y’know?” I mused, opening the second to bottom drawer of my dresser swiftly, tugging out  my baby pink blanket hoodie, handing it to him 

“A drawer mm?” he hummed and he takes the offer of my outstretched hand to pull me into a heated kiss, running his tongue over my bottom lip like a man starved. 

I giggle into his lips, opening my mouth for him and humming as I feel his tongue swipe across mine slowly, relishing in the taste of me. I sucked on his tongue gently and he moaned into my mouth, squeezing my ass and spanking me gently causing the smile on my lips to grow. 

“Foods gonna burn” I said softly when I disconnected our lips, he pulls me into another kiss running his hands up my hips, squeezing roughly. 

I let a squeak of discomfort out, gently disconnecting our lips. “Gentle, Bear, please” I whispered, nuzzling our noses together gently. “My hip…it’s sore, like all the time…but especially when it rains” I said softly. 

He quickly eased his grip, rubbing soothingly over the ache and kissing my chin. “ ‘M’sorry baby.” He muttered, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Shh..s’okay. I-“ I swallowed thickly, “it’s me. It’s my fault”  I kissed his jaw gently and I felt him sigh softly beneath my touch. 

“It’s not a fault..never say that, honey” he gently runs his digits up the small of my back and drags his nails across my skin, causing me to shiver slightly beneath his touch. 

“Put this on” I said softly, pushing the blanketed hoodie into his chest, pulling away. “I’m gonna go plate up dinner, mm?” I pecked his lips sweetly, holding his hand until I got to the door and gently let it go. 

“Yeah..thank you- f’r..f’r cookin’ for us” he said, unfolding it and slipping it over his head. 

He looked adorable just like I knew he would. The hoodie was meant to be massively oversized, so it swallowed him the same way it did me. He pushes the oversized hood down, his sandy blonde curls ruffled by the action. 

“See this. I get not wearin’ pants. But y’re always wearin’ my shirts and no pants, babe. I dunno how you don’t freeze” he teased, wrapping his arms around me, gently kissing my neck. 

“Mmm…What got int’you Bear” I mutter, gently weaving his curls between my fingers and he stopped for a moment as I scratch his scalp, fingers gently tracing lazy circles into my flesh. 

“Why- thought y’love bein’ touched, Angel” he reached his hand underneath my heat, gently rubbing my clit between his middle and ring fingers, causing a gasp to escape my lips in lew of an answer. 

I felt my knees weaken, a soft whimper leaving my lips as I leaned back into his chest, my cheek mushed into his shoulder in bliss. “Mmm? Y’don’t like it when I touch you pretty girl?” He purred in my ear, slowly circling his fingers in the way that made me whine.

My knees shook with pleasure, he must have realized because his other arm was suddenly securely locked around my waist, leaving soft supple kisses over my collarbone. “Yes-yes…b-but dinner Carmy” I whimpered, “it’s gonna burn baby, but can we- let’s keep this going after we eat, yeah?” I said softly.

He gently nips my skin, easing the ache with his tongue quickly before leaving a languid kiss over the spot. “Fine. Go get our dinner chef” he teased and I giggled a bit, kissing his nose gently before heading off into the kitchen. 

He follows behind me, leaning on the counter as I bent over with the oven mits taking the dish out of the oven. “Mm. I should have you cook more often. But only if I get to watch” he mused as I set the bubbling dish on the stovetop, nudging the oven door closed with my hip. 

“Why’s that? You haven’t even tried it yet” I asked, grabbing 2 plates out of the cupboard and I felt his arms around my waist, rubbing over the exposed patch of my stomach that showed when I lifted my arms to grab the dishes. 

“Cause you look really good bent over an oven” he said lowly, kissing the back of my neck gently. 

I giggled “what has gotten into you baby” I hum, spooning 2 tomatoes onto each plate. 

“Nothin’ I just love being here with you” he said simply, playing with the elastic of my panties between his fingers. 

“I think you secretly love being cared for” I said, causing him to chuckle into my skin lightly. 

“Is that it?” He kisses the spot below my ear sweetly. 

“Oh” I giggled, looking at him so he could see my glasses had become all fogged. He snorts a laugh, taking them off me. 

“There you are. I can imagine with these cooking can be very inconvenient” said and I nodded a bit. 

“Yup. But it's better then my eyes being so dry that my contact falls out into a pot of boiling water. That wasn’t fun” I laughed, turning to him and offering him his plate. “F’the best Bearfriend” I teased with a giggle. 

He chuckled, taking the plate “bearfriend huh?” I opened the drawer handing him a fork and knife. 

“Mmhmm! Cause you say you don’t do well at being a boyfriend, and you’re good at being a sassy bear. So, Bearfriend.” I smiled and he leaned in, kissing my lips sweetly. 

“Y’cute, thank you f’dinner angel, really” he said before hissing me again. I hum happily, gently cupping his cheek. 

“Of course” I said softly when I pulled away. “You should let me make stuff for you more often, it’s not fair you’re always the one cookin’” I grab my plate and sit with him at the table. 

“Oh it’s not fair I do my job. It’s ok baby like I said, I love cookin’ f’you. You know you don’t have to pick stuff off the menu right? I can make you anything. It’s easy cause we have the big kitchen at work” he said and I put my glasses back on so I could see much more clearly. 

“But still. I know your back hurts you. You need to be resting more” I said, cutting up my tomatoes to let them cool a little but he goes right for it. Cutting a piece and eating it even though steam was still pouring off of his plate. 

“It does- but wow babe. Great job. I haven’t had this in a while. Y’don’t give y’rself enough credit, you know your way around the kitchen.” He said, causing me to blush. 

“Oh stop it. You’ve eaten the best food in the world, my stuff can’t compare to that” I said, blowing on my fork before taking a bite. “But Grams recipe is really good” I agree with a proud smile. 

“Mm no one’s does, baby. Those assholes…” he shook his head lightly. “It’s not even worth it. The way it tastes for the bullshit it goes into it” he said, taking another bite. “I’d eat this over that. Anytime” he said and I held his hand, gently lacing our fingers and pressing it to my lips. 

“I’m glad you aren’t there anymore. They don’t deserve someone as sweet as you” I said, blush creeping into his cheeks. 

“Thats why I can’t be there” he drops my hand, looking down at his plate. 

I pouted a bit “how do you mean baby?” I asked softly, putting my fork down. 

“I- I’m too fuckin….” He sighs deeply, tapping his leg under the table. “I-I take shit too hard like. I dunno. I’m a fuckin-“ he shook his head lightly, swallowing thickly. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, Winnie.” He muttered. 

“Carmy…you said it yourself. Those guys are fucking assholes. They- they hurt you. You aren’t that way, I know you don’t want to hurt people. So the fact that you care about yourself, you care about the way you’re spoken to? That sets you apart from them, baby.” I gently rub his arm. “Don’t let their stupid bullshit ruin our super awesome dinner, yeah? You’re a way better chef than them anyways.” I added, gently taking his hand again and he squeezed it. 

“Thank you, baby.” His eyes met mine again and he leaned in, kissing me softly and gently cupping my chin.

When we finished dinner, he insisted on doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. ‘The cook never cleans’ he insisted, which made me giggle considering I’d found him before after closing, on his hands and knees scrubbing the grout of the kitchen with a tiny brush. 

I still managed to convince him to allow me to sit on the counter, drying the dishes as he washed them. “So in school, what was your favorite class? Was it home ec? That’s what they called cooking class in my school.” I asked as I dried off one of our plates. 

“Yeah, I only got it in high school though. But it was more like…the only class I was advanced in I guess? Cause they only really showed us how to do really simple shit. And alotta the other kids struggled, but I grew up in a restaurant so.” He shrugged, “liked it cause it was the only class I didn’t look like an idiot” he hands me the bowl he’d rinsed and I poke his ribs with my foot. 

“Carmy. You’re like the smartest man I know. No one was that smart in high school. Also- math and science are totally hard. I was only good at English and history, and in home ec I burned pasta.” I giggled, taking the bowl and he rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Yeah sure. But I see all y’r books n’ stuff. Y’re actually smart. I just. I’m smart in the kitchen, not really anywhere else. But it’s ok, cause all I need for my job is the talent I already have” he shrugged a bit, working on the dish I’d cooked the tomatoes in. 

“Well you could read, y’know? I’m not smart because I read. I’m smart- well you think I’m smart - even though I don’t think I am, because I choose to read. You can read baby, very well. Cooking is a lot of reading, And you’re better at math then you think you are. Converting recipes can go really wrong and Syd says you can literally do it in your head. I know you don’t have a lot of time but why don’t we read?” I ruffle his hair playfully. 

“I honestly…can’t remember the last time I actually sat and like…read. Without being forced? But uh…sure. You have any recommendations?” He asked and my face lit up. 

“Really? Really? You’ll read? With me? Like- today? Together?” I asked excitedly and he looks over at me, brow raised in confusion. 

“Yes? Of course baby, If it’ll make you happy then I’d love to-“ I cut him off with a deep kiss, pulling him close and curling my fingers in his hair happily, smiling into the kiss. 

“Thank you, thank you. None of my friends read and I’ve been dying to just sit and read with someone” I rest my forehead on his, kissing the balls of his cheeks with short butterfly kisses. 

He chuckled a bit “baby of course. I’m sorry angel we could’ve done this sooner- I didn’t know you like it that much” he said, shutting off the water since he was finished with the dishes. I wrapped my legs around him like a koala, kissing his forehead sweetly. 

“It’s my favorite thing, next to you, of course. In this world currently, my favorite pass times are spending time with you and then, reading” I smiled, kissing his brow bone and he hummed, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and kissing the skin gently. 

“Wow so you get two of your favorite things t’day? What a lucky girl” he eased me forward, gently lifting me off the counter. “Where to baby?” He pecked my chin. 

“The luckiest girl- To the library!” I giggled, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck and he padded over to the door, nudging it open with his hip. 

“Alright. Here we are” he set me down gently and I went over to one of the shelves, gently brushing my finger over the titles as I looked over them. 

“So what are you feeling baby? Somethin scary, fantasy, I have a lot of self help books, oo!” I pluck one of my favorites off the shelf. “The Body Keeps Score - this is a great one baby. I learned so much about my panic attacks and stuff from this. But I get it if you don’t wanna think about that today” I offered it to him and he took it from my hands, thumbing through the pages adorned with tabs where I’d annotated things that stuck out to me. 

“What are the little flags?” He questioned, opening to one of the pages with a few of them. 

“They coordinate to highlighter colors. So this one I have pink blue and green, pink means something that I like- really resonated with and it made pieces click for me. Blue is science stuff where the author explains why you feel the way you feel, and then green is stuff that I genuinely don’t understand and want to go back and research more myself. You can just ignore them I’ve read this book a lot so it’s really marked up.” I said and he nodded, looking over the back. 

“Okay, yeah, I’ll do this one” he nodded. 

“Perfect! Oh I’m so excited for you to read it Carmy. I really think it’ll help you, okay sooo” I tap my chin as I turned back to the shelf. “Mmm” I hum as I took out one of my books that I was still stuck in the middle of. “You’ll inspire me to keep going. I’m getting bored in this one but the beginning was really good, I’ll do this one” I said and went over to the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor in the nook of the room next to the window. 

“Why are you still reading it if it sucks now?” He questioned, sitting down and leaning up against the wall. I laid down on his chest, looking up at him. 

“Cause like I said- the beginning was fire. I’m just bored now because they’re doing world building. But it’s necessary for the story.” I said, opening to the page I’d left on and setting my hot pink ‘Bad Bitches are Bookworms’ bookmark on his thigh. 

He huffs a laugh, my head moving at the action and I look up at him “yes?” I giggle a bit. He shook his head with a grin. 

“bad bitches are bookworms- perfect bookmark for you” he pecks my lips before sitting back and opening the book to the first page.

“Yes! And you’re part of the bad bitch club now, welcome to your initiation” I joked, tucking my knees up and resting the book on my thighs as I read.

“Sorry- did you…” he started after a few moments. “Sorry- sorry..I’ll shut up sorry for interrupting” he blushed and I smiled a bit, poking his cheek.

“Ask me baby, thats the point of reading together- especially books like that, It’s easier to process with someone you trust” I said and rested rub his leg gently.

“It says- like” he cleared his throat nervously. “Did- did you- like…do you have any alcoholics in your family?” he asked and I nodded. 

“My uncles, My grandpa, My Aunt Sue, she actually died from liver failure My mom was on the downward slope when I left. I don’t keep big bottles around cause I’m already genetically at risk and don’t trust myself. Why, you know an alcoholic?” I asked, resting the book on my tummy so I wouldn't lose my spot and lacing my fingers together.

“Yea- uh…Yeah..” he said, his eyes flicking back to the book, continuing to read without saying anything else. 

“It’s true, what they say- one in four” I said, continuing to read my own book.

It was about 15 pages of my own book before he spoke again, “Babe-” he snorts a laugh and I look up at him “This is making me feel like more of a pussy- this whole first chapter is about guys who went to fuckin war and shit - so why am I relating to how they feel? I keep askin’ myself, what the fuck would I have done if I had to go do shit like that when I can barely handle the training I went through to be a chef?” he asks bluntly and I sit up on my elbow, looking at him.

“I relate to them, too. Their nightmares, how they feel they failed their plattoon because they survived - the part about the guy saying he refused to take pills that would eliminate his nightmares that had been plaguing him- because even though it was torture- it was the only time he got to see his brothers. His best friends. Thats how I feel about Chris. If- if…if its just- the accident, in my nightmares, or never seeing him? Ever again? I will never let him go. It’s- it’s like he said…like a gravesite almost. You’re keeping them alive even if it’s at the cost of your sanity in a way. Am I a pussy, Carmen?” I asked.

He shook his head, gently cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone. “No. No, honey. I-I get it…I get that.” he nods, “I-I dunno…I just felt bad..’cause I…” he looked down at the page he’d been reading. “This guy…he said he wants t’love his family, and he-he can’t and that’s how I felt when I came home” he said quietly, his hand dropping to his lap and nervously playing with the sleeve of the sweatshirt.

“Because- y’re probably afraid to lose them.” I held his wrist, gently squeezing. “Y’lost Mikey, and sometimes our brain tells us if we freeze everyone out and let ourselves be numb, that if there's a next time- it won't hurt so bad. Y’re protecting yourself, Carmy.” I rub his wrist soothingly. 

He nods a bit, looking down at me. “I really don’t wanna lose you, Win” he said quietly, putting his book down and pulling me into his lap. I settled my knees next to his hips, sitting down comfortably on his thighs and wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him close.

“ ‘Mnot goin’ anywhere, never ” I kiss his jaw gently and nuzzled my face in his neck. He let out a small satisfied sigh, wrapping his arms around my back and rubing slow languid strokes up and down my spine. 

“I promise I’ll try to not fuck up, I really love this Win” he mumbled into my skin, leaving sweet lingering kisses on my collarbone.

“Baby, we’re both gonna fuck up. But you’ve already proven that y’re willing to push yourself to be together, that’s enough for me to not just give up and leave” I look at him, gently pushing his curls out of his eyes and combing my fingers through his hair.

His eyes fluttered shut, gently kissing my forearm when it brushed his face as I raked my nails over his scalp. “It’s…easy with you” he said softly, pushing his hands under his shirt I was wearing and ever so gently rubbing his hands over my hips.

“Whats easy baby” I asked, pressing little kisses all over his face

“Talkin’ t’you..I know thats weird- sorry” he blushed a bit and I smiled at his shyness, placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“No, it just means were good Carmy, it’s easy to talk to you too.” I cupped his cheeks gently, kissing his browbone lightly. 

“Is it-” his eyes flutter open, looking at me “Is it like…weird that I’m like…” he blushed, smiling shyly. “Kinda..turned on right now” he asked quietly and I giggled, rolling my eyes playfully.

“No, it’s so sweet baby- you like being close, theres nothing wrong with that.” I gently play with a curl at the base of his neck. “I can always go for some playtime with you especially, you ever hooked up on a roof before?” I kissed his neck with hot open mouth kisses, gently taking the skin between my teeth.

“Fuck babe- no, I-I haven’t won’t people see?” he questioned and I sat up, looking out the window. 

“No- well, we like to fool around a lot so the sun will probably be down before you fuck me” I said, connecting my lips to his neck once again and running my hands up the front of the hoodie, relishing in the feeling of his muscled skin beneath my touch.

“W-what if someone comes up?” he stutters as my hand finds its way into the waistband of his sweatpants, lightly rubbing over his hardening length.

“No one goes up there, baby. It’s for maintenance the only thing up there is the water pumps and the AC shit. C’mon- wont it be fun and romantic to fuck with the sun setting behind us?” I kissed his jaw gently, rubbing my thumb over his tip clothed by his boxers, earning a hot whine from him. 

“Fuck, fuck- fine, c’mon” he squeezed my ass telling me to get up and I giggled happily, Getting up and going over to my room quickly putting on sweatpants and a hoodie, Carmy comes to the room as well, slipping the pink blanket hoodie over his head and tossing it to the bed.

“What? Y’dont think its cute?” I teased and he chuckled, grabbing his plaid brown jacket and buttoning it so you couldnt tell he didn’t have a shirt on underneath.

“I’m takin’ my shirt back once I get it off you” he said, slipping his sneakers on and I put on my moccasin shoes grabbing my keys from my purse.

“And guess what, I’ll rob you back tonight when you take it off for bed” I kissed his lips on my way out of the bedroom, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me to the front door. 

“It’s a win win f’me I love you wearin’ my stuff baby, it’s just when y’leave me naked, thats when it’s a problem” he teased, holding me from behind as I locked the door.

“A problem for who? I mean..you I guess if it’s cold, but every girl in this building should be thanking me - the chance of seeing you shirtless is like- a golden opportunity of eye candy” I mused, lacing our fingers together as I led him to the stairs at the end of the hall, bouncing up the 6 steps that led to the roof and pushing the door open.

He chuckled, following me up the steps. “Wow” he said softly when he saw the view of the sunset. 

“Feel free to smoke, I need to” I said, pulling my little preroll tin out of my pocket and sitting down on the stone ledge of the roof, dangling my other leg off the side of the building like I usually did when I was up here. 

“Woah- ok, don’t like that, honey. A strong breeze could come and knock you off” he said seriously, sitting behind me and securely wrapping his arm around my waist, causing me to laugh. 

“Oh my god Carm, Sure- i’m not 5 foot but im surely over 100 pounds, i’m fine I do this all the time” I said, leaning into his chest nonetheless and resting my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around my waist after he got his cigarette lit, gently rubbing over my ribs with his palm.”Mmm’ still not feelin’ good ‘bout it. I’ll stay here, thanks” he mused, taking a drag and blowing it away from us.

“It’s nice up here, quiet” he said after a few beats of silence, squeezing my side gently.

I nodded a bit against his shoulder, taking a drag of my preroll. “Favorite part about spring is the sun sets at 8, so I come up here after dinner and will read until its too dark. It’s what sold me on this place, even though I can hardly afford it. Fuckin’ therapy and shit“ I muttered, ashing my joint over the ledge before taking another drag.

“Why? Y’boss not payin’ y’enough baby?” he questioned, rubbing over my hip gently.

“No- no…he probably pays me too much if i’m honest..the uh- the therapy? It’s like… its a special kind of therapy, but insurance doesn’t cover it, so I dump alot- most of my money into it…But its the only thing that keeps me like…sane- so. I just deal with it.” I shrugged a bit, taking another long drag. 

“Well…y’can always live w’me” he kissed my neck gently and I giggled, poking his cheek. 

“Carmy. You’ve known me all but a month.” I smiled, resting my hand over his that had made home on my stomach. 

“Mmhmm? And?” He questions, causing me to giggle. “You can be my little decorator. I could use some help, my house is like…empty other then necessities” he chuckled into my skin and I look back at him. 

“Don’t tell me you’re living like a frat boy” I teased, taking a drag. “Is that why I haven’t been over your house? Please tell me you at least have pillowcases baby” I said and he blushed, looking away. 

“Ok- I do. But. They’re dirty and I took them off and haven’t washed them cause I don’t sleep in my bed” he smiled sheepishly and I laughed. 

“No wonder you sleep like a brick whenever you’re over here. We need to go shopping baby, you can’t depend on me for a good night sleep. What’s gonna happen when I go to The Hamptons this summer for my Nanny Job?” I questioned and he froze, looking down at me seriously. 

“Where? Wait- what?” He sits up a bit and I turned around, facing him. 

“I didn’t tell you? Yeah I- I take a break off of therapy for 8 weeks during the summer to go nanny for this family. I’ve been doin’ it since like- I was 16? 17? Somethin like that. It’s like- the most money I make all year.” I said, ashing my joint. 

“When do you leave?” He questioned, grabbing my other hand and lacing our fingers together. 

“May 20th, I come back July 15 because they do this summer camp thing until August before school. I’m sorry baby…I’ve been doin’ it for so long I guess I forgot to mention it.” I said, rubbing the back of his hand gently. 

“Y’really leavin baby? F’r…8 whole weeks? That’s- that’s too long.” He pouted a bit, squeezing my hand. 

“Mmhmm. 8 whole weeks. I think it’ll be good, missin’ eachother isn’t all bad. Just think of how good the sex will be when I come home. And now nice it’ll feel to cuddle again.” I kiss his lips gently. 

“Well now I’m gonna be sad” he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my jaw. “How can I enjoy this time with you I feel like there’s a fuckin…a fuckin’ timer over my head now. What if you…” he sighs softly. “What if you meet someone there?” He mutters and I smiled a bit, putting out the butt of my joint on the stone and getting up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him into my chest. 

“Baby I’m gonna be counting the days to come back to my best bearfriend ever. I’m not gonna have eyes for anyone else, promise” I said and he flicked the rest of his cigarette off the roof, wrapping his strong biceps around my thighs and lifting me up causing me to giggle. 

“How am I gonna manage t’remember to take a break without you honey” he wraps my legs around his hips, resting me against the brick wall and kissing my jaw, nipping gently. 

I hum happily, resting my head back and eyes fluttering shut. “Well for starts, don’t think y’getting rid of me, I’ll be calling and we’ll be talking same time we hang out.” I gently scratch his scalp with my nails earning a satisfied soft moan from him. 

“I was hoping so, and what am I gonna do not being able to play with these f’what. 2 months?” he pushes my hoodie up, exposing my breasts to the chilly evening air, causing my nipples to perk up. 

“You have an imagination Carm- oh god” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering shut as he flicks his tongue over my nipple, gently kissing over the sensitive bud, playing with my jewelry with his tongue before taking it in between his teeth and tugging gently. 

I whine out, my back arching into his touch “mmm- fuck Carmy that feels so fucking good” I whine as he pulls at my nipple with his teeth, pulling away with a pop an looking up at me hotly as he flicks his tongue over the bud, every touch going straight to my core. 

“God - fuck- you’re so fucking sexy” I said as he sucks more of my breast in his mouth, massaging the other with his hand angling his hips to keep me sat on the wall. “Fuck- need you Bear. The- the fuckin” I point fervently. “Shit. The ac boxes. Fuck me please” I begged, tugging his hair gently. 

He gently lifted me further on his hips, walking over to them and laying me on top, pulling me to the edge and tugging my sweatpants down, “sit up” he orders and put the sweatpants under my head as a makeshift pillow when I obliged. 

I laid back comfortably “y’sure baby?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Always, c’mere” I rested on my elbows and connected our lips once again, opening my mouth for him and moaning a bit when I felt him drag his fingers over my now soaked panties. 

“Shit baby” he muttered, holding his fingers up to where I could see they were glistening with my arousal. I took his hand, slipping his fingers in my mouth and looking up at him to gauge his reaction. I swirled my tongue around the digits, moaning softly at the taste. 

“Holy fuck” he said softly, pushing his fingers further down my throat, he hummed in satisfaction when I swallowed around them, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “Good fuckin girl” he grumbled, pulling his fingers out and pushing my panties to the side, rubbing my clit in quick circles. 

My head dropped back, foot coming up to balance on the edge to spread my legs wider. He took my foot, resting it on my shoulder and kissing my ankle as he slipped one finger in. I whine in pleasure as he curled, in search of that special spot. 

“Yes- yes fuck- I’m good I’m so good- say it again Carmy” I moaned out, one hand travelling down and rubbing my clit as he added another finger, pumping his wrist faster, wet lewd squelching noises getting louder as I got wetter and wetter. 

“My good girl. Y’re my good girl, angel” he said hotly in my ear, humming proudly when I writhe and squirm beneath him as he curls his fingers against my gspot, my legs beginning to shake and core tightening. “Thaaaats it honey good fuckin’ girl. Cum on my fingers princess” he mumbles into my neck, holding me up against him with his other forearm, our chests flush together as he leaves a mark on my neck. 

“Ah- I’m- yes bear!” I squeak out, my eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping in bliss as that line in my middle that had been winding higher and tighter snaps. Fireworks of pleasure shooting from my core through my legs and stomach up through my chest as he works me through my orgasm, thighs shaking and strings of swears, praises, and whines leave my lips all jumbled and slurred. 

He removed his fingers, causing me to whimper at the loss of sensation, and my eyes fluttered open to see he was sucking on the 2 fingers that had just been inside of me, eyes shut in pure bliss. “Holy fuck Carmy.” I said, my core twitching at the absolutely sinful sight. 

“Sorry- y’taste fuckin amazing babe.” He said and I nod in agreement. 

“It’s fucking hot- can I taste? C’mere” I tug his collar and he gives me a devilish grin. 

“Yeah? Y’wanna taste yourself sweet girl? Open” he said. My cheeks heat, thinking he was gonna stick his fingers in my mouth again. I shut my eyes expectantly, and moan when I felt him grab my face and a hot large drop of saliva fall onto my waiting tongue. 

My eyes fluttered open, looking up at him surprised. “Sorry- should I have asked?” He blushed a bit. I closed my mouth, enjoying the taste of us both for a moment before swallowing. 

“Please do that every time you eat me out. I’m on fucking fire right now, Carmy, fuck- I’ve never even thought about that holy shit. Can you do it again?” I asked, opening my mouth and looking up at him pleadingly.  

He chuckled a bit, “greedy girl” he said, growing quiet for a moment as he gathers more saliva before leaning in and spitting it into my awaiting mouth. I smiled gratefully, sticking out my tongue to let him see before swallowing it happily. 

“Fuck every time I think somethin’ll freak you out you prove me wrong, little weirdo” he teased and kissed me hard, I giggled into his mouth, gently tugging his curls between my fingers.

“Mm- nothin’ you could do would ever freak me out, the weirder the better” I gently push his sweatpants down enough so his cock sprung free, tip glistening with precum. “Not the only one who’s excited mm?” I teased, running my forefinger up the throbbing vein that ran underneath it- giggling a bit when it jumps at my touch. “Sensitive are we?” I teased and he pushed my shoulders so I’d lay back. 

“Y’re in no position t’be teasin’ about sensitive” he pushed the head of his cock between my heat and my panties, rubbing himself through my wetness. I moaned out, realizing the platform I was laid on was the perfect height for our hips, so Carmy wouldn't have to bend at some uncomfortable looking angle.

“Oh- fuck - wow Carm- that feels fuckin amazing holy shit” my head drops back onto my sweatpants, whining as the tip of his cock runs over my clit. 

“Fuck- these are fuckin’ soaked honey” he pulled my panties to the side, lining himself up and pushing the tip in. I whined out, grabbing his hand to ground myself at the stretch.

“S-so big” I whimper, my back arching and hips eagerly lifting to try and bury more of him inside of me.

“Y’can take it, my good girl- you love takin’ this cock, mmm?” he said and I laid there, already fucked dumb, jaw dropped, nodding stupidly.

“Yes- yes- i’m yours” I manage to whine out, moaning loudly when he shoves up my sweatshirt and takes my nipple into his mouth again, sucking on it roughly as he thrusts deeper into me. I clenched around him, already feeling that cord in my middle becoming tight once again. Only he could bring me to the edge this fast.

“Yeah? Y’mine baby? Mm?” He hoists my other leg onto his shoulder, holding up my hips and head falling back in bliss as he bottoms out, thrusting in to me with short hard strokes, each one the head of his cock driving into my gspot, causing my eyes to roll back and grunts of pleasure to leave my throat.

He chucked a bit, snapping his hips quicker causing me to squeak in pleasure, my back arching up harder letting out sobs of pure ecstasy. “I-I’m coming i’mcoming- fuck carmy i-ah!” I sqeak out, tears pricking my eyes as my second orgasm crashes over me, Carmen holding my hips still as he chases his own high.

“Fuck- ah- I’m s’close angel just, mmm shit-” he growls as my walls flutter around him, his thrusts becoming much sloppier and less consistent. 

“Yes- yesyesyes Bear - fuck- fucking cum in me please baby” I begged, lacing our fingers together and kissing his knuckles sweetly.

He rested his forehead on mine, kissing me deeply and groaning into my mouth as he spills inside of me, getting a few more hard thrusts in as he rides his high, panting hotly, gently wrapping my leg around his waist and pushing himself deeper causing me to whine into him, sucking on his tongue gently.

We made out like that until he was fully soft, his cock eventually slipping out causing me to whine at the sudden gaping empty feeling. “That was…fuck, Bear - like every time we fuck- you impress me more” I said, causing him to chuckle as he fixed his sweatpants and grabbed mine from behind me, gently helping me into them.

“Thanks? I guess? Did I like…suck the first time er’ somethin?” he questioned, causing me to laugh a bit.

“Fuck no baby, I mean like- you’re better then I’ve ever had. I-I didn’t like…realize I had a spit kink till you did that t’me. I love it. I’m like…still thinking about it.” I blushed a bit, moving over so he could sit next to me. 

“Thats a kink?” He questioned, taking his cigarettes out and lighting one, wrapping his other arm around me as he smoked.

“Mmhmm- I have a BDSM book, we should look at it together and learn some stuff. I haven't really looked at it too much, but I have a few pages dogeared for stuff I wanna try” I gently brushed his curls from infront of his eyes.

“I just thought I was a nasty fuck, I mean- I thought it was hot, like in porn- I saw this guy, he spits on his girls pussy ‘n stuff before he eats her out…I didn’t know if you’d like it- but dirty stuff is like…hot t’me I guess” he said and I smiled, resting my hand over his.

“You aren’t nasty- thats hot baby…I dunno why I never asked, what kind of porn do you like?” I rub my thumb over his fingers as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Uh…well- real shit- they call it like.. amateur? Which feels weird t’me, but like…I don’t like scripted shit. I also don’t- Like..not in t’guys at all so I cant focus if im watching a girl get fucked if like all im seein’ is some guys dick. So- I usually watch like…girls getting of - er’ er like…getting eaten out. I dunno” he blushed, eyes fixed on the ground shyly.

“Thaats why” I giggle a bit and he looked at me, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Thats why what?” he questioned and I smile.

“You eat pussy like a fuckin champ- You must be takin’ tips without even realizing it. Really Carmy, y’re like- fuck - the way you eat pussy is insane- its..like the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen” I laughed a bit at how dramatic it sounded but it was nothing but truth.

“It’s not hard- y’just gotta pay attention is all. Can’t imagine its harder then suckin’ dick” he shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette.

I laughed a bit, eyebrows raised. “Sucking dick is crazy work- are you kidding? Theres virtually no reward other then the sexy noises you make. Other then that, im gagging and crying and choking on your dick, my chin is covered in spit- I probably look insane” I giggled and he shook his head.

“Ok, then maybe its not as hard, but- you look hot as fuck when y’suck me off. Are you kidding me baby? When you look at me and y’re eyes are all teary- its so fuckin sexy” he pulled me into a kiss and I smiled, relishing at the taste of smoke on his tongue.

I pulled away a bit, “You’re the only guy i’ve ever like..enjoyed going down on.” I kissed his chin gently and we both looked up as the door swings open and I rolled my eyes, just my luck.

“Oh- Uh, sorry. Gotta switch over the units from heat to cool, y’guys shouldnt be sittin up there anyway” he maintenance man said and I sighed, hopping off and taking Carms hand as we passed the man. 

“Careful- could be slippery over there sir” I joked, causing Carm to chuckle and squeeze my side with his hand as we walked back into the building.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡

[dizzybizz]

rahghhh ok hi 👋 farmer ramble time

this is my meanie nyx he kinda sucks 😚 he has a scary face and cold demeanor (ive been wanting a mean farmer for a while.. remy was originally supposed to be a scary guy but i poured too much autism awkward and scared swag into him whoops) he lowkey gives sickly vampire whos also sick of everything.

i always interact with the trash cans when i walk past them, right, n i decided that instead of rummaging through them. nyx just. kicks them. hes a petty pathetic fucker ok.

he's gonna have so many dinosaurs one day. his second one is on the way atm. man fished up a dino egg n his whole life shifted trajectory. his first dino is named neo btw. he has a black cat named nyponsoppa n a horse named laurel. he got another pet bowl set up but then choked at the price of actually getting another one.

he nearly cried at the fair after losing a lot of tokens to that dumb wheel goddammit. he nearly stayed a few extra hours to see how many tokens he could get and to glare at the guy running the stall, if you can even call it that. he did win the grange display but he gambled and lost all those tokens.....

my plan for the future is to get krobus to move in,,,,, and for the two of them to have many dinos.

jj is another silly little guy farmer but hes an actual clown. i think he might be a failed comedian or smth. hes from a co op farm with @deathianartworks n @witchkittymeow. n boy is every person on that farm . incompetent. <3 theyre a trio of three short gays with some anger issues and zero braincells and names all starting with j. so much stupid shit goes on there, im concerned for the animals tbch.

he has stolen a lot of decorations from his fellow farmers. and he will continue. his collection of borrowed goods include: two decorative bowls, a window and a painting.

he doesnt trust the tv and its fortunes.... "spirits are very happy!! *infested floor in the mines n has to give up bc sword sucks so badddd* (next day) spirits are very happy..!! *infested floor in the mines n has to give up bc sword sucks so badddd* (later that day) digs up a geode from the museum trash can, goes straight up to clint n watches as the clock turns 4pm* he hasnt really been the same since that happened. 😔

and oh uh shit its 1am

pls feel free to send asks n whatnot abt them n my other farmers tho (PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS (ilvoe my farmers sm))

[carelessflower]

Trouble was firing down the Lightwood's door, an old submission turned more bitter than the poison the matriarch and her husband had gladly lapped from Morgenstern's palm.

Common folks and nobles alike shook in fear, as the Mad King was back, devilish spawns sprinting with their father's every step. The combined force of Idris's houses had only managed to push him down, not out, never out. With a daughter whose hands draw golden and spirit was more fiery than her hair, and her terrifyingly blond brother, who would wipe the blood of those Morgenstern cheekbones with a smile.

Valentine was still alive. He called for the throne.

Of course, Valentine's insanity had not faded away, but neither had his wits, The Mad Ruler - always three steps prepared. The political landscape of Idris had shifted over the decades he spent in the dark carving ladder from people's flesh. The Clave never gave back their trust in the Lightwood. Valentine could regain fortune for his victory, and punishment for his betrayal.

Maryse the Unmercy tensed when a letter with familiar signs came down her sparrow, commanding words capable of drawing expressions few had seen her displayed. Though burnt, the sentiment stayed.

Maxell Lightwood could stay, for he posed the perfect future pawn in Valentine's army. Lady Isabelle would become Valentine's dear Clarissa's Lady-in-waiting, her hands in marriage awaiting whatever house Valentine deemed suitable to sway over.

And when the gentle spray of she spring came, along her the first bloom of Moon Magnolia, Sir Jonathan Herondale would sweep on his horse, and renounce his love for Valentine's daughter. A family united, at last.

The firstborn, oh how Valentine looked to meet the Lightwood's grace, his son's soon-to-be bed warmer. The most useful hostage in the family. Breaking him would be the perfect jewel on the Morgenstern's crown.

Time spinned. The wheel went on.

Day of tourney returned. Words spread faster than wind, a foreign blade drawn. Prince Magnus Bane was never known to back down from a challenge.

The commoners laughed and cheered, bets in taverns went one thousand, one million. They all heard the tales, and Sir Herondale had run into his tough match. Magic ran through Edom's veins, and as one of The Eldest Curses, Prince Magnus's power rivaled most of his royal peers.

The competition would be unpredictable, many claimed. But some only cared about who would the winner dedicate his history to. Whether the blessed magnolia crown of love and beauty would rest on Morgenstern's flaming curls or the intricate blonde braid of Bane's newest amour.

To say this year's round was the most anticipated in centuries would not be a stretch by any means.

Everyone at the joust recalled the moment of their bated breath, as the Great Destruction knocked their prideful heron off his horse. Sharp as Bane's laughter when he took off his helmet, not letting anyone get in his way- reaching for where noble houses were posing in observance.

His eyes flitted over to the right, where the lady Isabelle abode with her family.

Oh— of course. Others whispered. The one true jewel of Alicante. Lady of the Roses.

What a quaint couple would they make. Most knew Maryse was anticipating her frosty rage.

It didn't matter.

For blue petals bloomed in between Sir Alexander Lightwood's raven locks.

okay so this malec x GoT inspired idea has been haunting me all night I need to get it out of my system may pick up later when I'm feeling lucky 🤭

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[cheolsfae]

Can u make seventeen as bestfriend? Thank you~

𑁍SVT as your best friend!

Requested: Absolutely

Genre: Platonic Fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

Snack runs!

Didn't matter how late.

"Wanna go with me to get [insert snack here]?"

"Thought you'd never ask!"

Movie nights!

Heavy blankets thrown on the couch, you both cozied up on either side of it, laughing at whatever was on.

Coups was kind of protective of you.

He really didn't like it if you came over completely upset.

"Who the hell hurt my child? Who's ass do I have to kick?" type of thing!

Wonwo

Remember that trend where people would go to thrift stores and blindly pick clothes? That's what you guys did but with books.

You always ended up with the really weird ones!

One time, it had been smut written about the grinch...

Somehow, Wonwoo always got lucky and got a decent one.

He gives me grandpa vibes, lmao! But like in a good way.

You guys watched a lot of game shows together. Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. That kind of thing.

You guys liked to poke a bit of fun at some of the contestants on the shows. Mainly the ridiculous answers they gave.

Mingyu

Loyal as they come! ✨️

Gets pouty when you hang out with other friends other than him.

"I'm supposed to be your best friend!"

"You are!"

This was always a goofy little argument you guys had.

Spa nights were pretty frequent. Face masks, pedicures, manicures...!

"Can you paint them? I don't want to."

"Gimme them fingers!"

Expect the nail polish to be messy! He tried his best though!

Vernon

You guys would have the most chilled out, relaxed type of friendship.

I get the vibe he's a floor sitting type of person.

Whenever he's at your house, there is a perfectly good place on the couch/bed for him, boy opts not to sit there.

He picks the floor, every single time. And he just sprawls out on it.

You often do the same though so it all works out.

He often comes over just to sit in silence with you.

You guys didn't have to be doing anything in particular. You guys just simply existed together like 90% of the time.

The other 10% of the time, was you guys having serious conversations about things going on in each others lives

Or maybe even talking about the most outlandish conspiracy theories. Like if Big Foot was real or not lmao

Joshua

Coffee dates at least once a week.

It was a time for you two to talk about your week.

It was a cozy little friendship.

I think he'd do handmade gifts for you.

I mean, yeah, we know he makes bracelets and things like that, but I think sometimes, he'd make you matching T-shirts.

Mainly if you guys were going on vacations together, things like that.

"Do I have to wear this?" you would ask.

"Yes! you have a tendency to get lost! I need to be able to find you easily!"

He gives hovering mom energy but in the most positive way possible lmao

Jeonghan

"It's for the plot" sort of friendship.

You guys feed each other your delusions about whatever.

He had a crush on someone, you'd be right there saying "oh I know they really couldn't stop staring at you!" When in reality, the person just happened to look in his direction.

That type of vibe

One to clown on you! 100%!

You fell asleep first at the little sleep over you guys were having? Better believe he's taking pictures of you and posting them on IG or something. And if it isn't that, he's drawing all over your face in permanent marker.

You also did the same type of thing to him.

One time, you'd put clear tape over the bathroom door, when he tried to walk through, he got tangled all up in it!

Woozi

I think late night drives are pretty common for you two.

Chilling out in silence.

Listening to whatever was on the radio.

Such a vibe

Tons of deep talks

Lots about how you guys wished things turned out differently

Or how things could have been better if...

If it wasn't things like that, it was silly little inconveniences through out the day.

"This idiot cut me off in traffic and then flipped me off"

"It's what you deserve"

A little bit of a dark humored type of friendship I think.

Dokyeom

I think there would be a whole lot of sleepovers at one another's places.

You guys would be stuck together like glue

Nothing could separate you guys!

You did everything together!

He had to go to the grocery store for groceries — you were right there going along with him.

You had a doctor's appointment, he'd be sitting in the waiting room for you.

Almost codependent.

Seungkwan

This man is the best friend anyone could ask for!

You guys love to spill the tea with one another, similarly to the boyfriend thing.

"[Insert name here] is so rude"

"They are! Oh my god!"

The looks you guys give one another from across the room...

No words even need to be spoken!

You guys just look at one another and immediately know what the other is thinking!

He feels exactly like your soulmate in best friend form!

Hoshi

This goof!

You know that video where the kid says "Do the roar"? You'd say this to him and he'd end up doing his infamous tiger thing.

To be honest, it was kind of funny.

I think random presents from one another is something the two of you did.

Yeah, 90% of what he'd gifted you was little lion themed things and he'd received a lot of tiger things from you. A sort of match-y, match-y thing.

Speaking of match-y, match-y things...friendship bracelets were a thing!

If you didn't wear it, he would be so upset! Please never forget to wear it!

Jun

He is so cute!

He doesn't try to make you laugh all that often but he does unintentionally.

That's a pretty common occurrence.

You guys would text each other about every little thing through out the day

"I think I'm getting a pimple on my nose. Looks like it's going to be HUGE one...you wanna pop it?"

"Dude, I stubbed my toe on the couch corner."

Little things like that, it was a constant thing.

Minghao

Personal photographer!

He gets your best angles!

"Tilt your head a little more...perfect." *click*

He also really likes to pick out clothes for you. If doesn't he'll tell you exactly what he doesn't like about the look. Even if it stings a bit.

He'd always tell you the dress code for some event you guys were attending!

I think, he'd be the time to have meditation sessions with you, or at least attempt to but really couldn't focus because you would kind of laugh in between the awkward silences.

He'd lightly tap you, trying his very best to stay focused on the guided meditation but sooner or later, he'd join in on you laughing.

Dino

Hypes you up! Constantly!

He tries to teach you some of their choreography

He's so patient with you! Even if you are a little clumsy and mis-step a bit.

Another one who loves to clown on you, it feels like one of his favorite pass-times.

"You look like a racoon!" he'd tell you before laughing his ass off about how goofy you looked. It wasn't like you had much of a choice in staying up all night to finish that project! You'd put it off for the night before it was due

Another thing he'd do is give you encouragement when you most needed it.

He was always the best at that.

Trash day? He was right there with you on the couch ripping every single part of your day up with you.

[powderblueblood]

The level of detail and thought you've put into hai is incredible!

I have a question. I love how you've described Eddie as a rizzless loverboy (my favorrite kind) so I need to know how he managed to get with an ice queen like Nicole. Not to mention some stuff with Chrissy later and even Cass but I'm most curious about Nicole, especially since she's a former friend of lacy's and he describes her as the one person who's meaner than lacy. I need details. How did it all go down? i like to imagine that she approached him. What makes me sad is that I think she probably did it just to say she lost her virginity but I also like to think that they all find him hot but they just wont say it because he's the town freak

NONNY COME THROUGH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!!! hard agree on nicole approaching him because she's nasty as fuck in all the wrong era-typical ways and he's scared as hell of her (like, she really could bite and not in a cute way). but i also agree about these girls secretly being endeared to him. i mean, we saw it with chrissy-- he has a knack for making people feel safe in vulnerable little moments. but unfortunately, people (teenagers) are also diiiiiiicks

so fuck it, let's blurb it out! or

EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

content warning: swearing, wildly unsexy implication of sex, nicole summers sucks dude, teenagers scare the living shit out of me, me attempting to incorporate dnd terminology, GRANNY ECKER KLAXON, there's also an easter egg in this for the rest of the story if you know where to look word count: 2.6k (lol what)

part of the hellfire & ice universe (duh!)

FOREST HILLS TRAILER PARK, 1982-ISH

She's gotta be doing community service.

It's Easter, right, so this has gotta be like... a Jesus thing. But she doesn't seem like a Jesus person.

It's the only precedent that would explain what Nicole Summers, jaw jutting out in an exaggerated scowl, is doing serving Meals on Wheels to the less fortunate dwellers of Hawkins' favorite trailer park. Her red hair blazes in the sunlight, searing into his retinas--

But that could also be the weed talking.

"Ma'am, like, I don't know what to tell you, you're signed up to receive these."

"And I don't know what to tell you, little girl," Veronica Ecker Sr., affectionately and fearsomely known as Granny to him, grits from the doorway, "but I'm perfectly capable of cooking my own darn food."

Eddie's been lingering around the Ecker trailer, see, waiting for Ronnie to be freed from yet another M*A*S*H appointment with her grandmother ("Ever since she stopped going to church, it's like, all Alan Alda all the time," quoth Ronnie) and run through his latest Hellfire campaign.

"I'm not saying that you don't, I'm just saying that--"

"You're making me miss my program."

"I'll eat it." Eddie doesn't know who said that or why it sounds like his voice, until he figures out that he said it, which is why it sounds like his voice. Jesus, that shit he lifted from his dad was strong.

Granny Ecker and Nicole Summers elicit almost identical reactions of annoyance once they clock that he's there, lingering in the outfield.

"Junior, if you don't--"

"Oh my God. Ew."

Eddie plants his hands on his hips, half in the hopes that this might look authoritative, half mirroring Granny. "Well, y'know. Waste not want not."

Granny considers him, then apparently considers that this might not be such a terrible idea. Her laser focus directs back to Nicole.

"I don't give a shit. I'm not eating that tripe."

"I'm not just-- authorized to pass off meals like that. There's a system."

"Wait, you need clearance for stuff like that? In Meals on Wheels?" That'd be Ronnie's voice, head popping over her grandmother's shoulder. "Oh, hey, Eddie."

"Hey, Ron. You ready to--"

"Veronica, get back inside. I need you to hit that thing back to record when M*A*S*H comes back on. I don't want any commercials on my darn tapes."

"Oh my God, forget it!" Nicole breaks, stalking towards him with a foil-wrapped tray. She stays a safe distance away and thrusts it towards them-- something something freak cooties, some new line of bullshit that her and her dumb little clique had come up with in middle school. "Here. I don't need the whole freak council weighing in on this."

Eddie takes the tray and considers the shiny foil wrapping. His reflection is all distorted in there, a funhouse mirror but way, way worse. This makes him compelled to be unwisely honest to Nicole, who's already making tracks away from him. He jogs to catch up, foil crinkling as he moves. "Well, now I feel bad."

"Don't."

"It's like robbing from old people. Maybe you should give this to another old person. Like a super skinny one. Who might need two."

"Fuck 'em."

"Gee, Nicole, you're really buildin' that stairway to heaven, huh?"

"Ugh. What?"

"The meals-- the Meals on Wheels. It's a nice thing to... do. Fuckin'... forget it." Eddie stops dead; he might be loaded right now, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. And he hasn't got any bread. He thinks it might be mashed potatoes, green beans and some rubbery chicken. Anyway, he turns heel-- this conversation isn't going anywhere.

"Hey, freak." The derisive nickname comes calling from Nicole's end. Ring-ring. "Are you stoned right now?"

"De-pendsssss," Eddie murmurs, the 's' sound going on for like five minutes, "Are you... a cop right now?"

Nicole busts out a giggle. It's kind of a pretty noise, if a little grating. She's kind of pretty. Eddie remembers when she had braces in middle school and whenever she'd pick on him, she'd kind of spit on him too. Gross. But still kind of pretty.

"I know how you can make it up to me."

Jump-freaking-cut and Nicole Summers is sitting with Eddie in that creepy wooded area near Forest Hills, making a miserable job of rolling a joint out of a dusting of his dad's weed and a torn-open Pall Mall. His buzz has kind of come and gone, and in its wake the knotted, deadened trees are looking extra gnarly.

"God, I suck at this."

You don't suck. You just need practice, is what Eddie would say if it were anybody else sitting with him, but all he manages is, "Eugh."

Because she does suck. And he's too nervous to further verbalize himself. He holds his hand out and she drops the comically conical attempt at a joint into it.

Deftly, Eddie re-rolls it just like that. "Practice, baby. Only way to Carnegie Hall."

"Wait, what?" Nicole murmurs, brow furrowed.

Eddie wishes he didn't phrase it like that either. "Um. Nothing. How come you're doing Meals on Wheels?"

A guttural sigh comes right from the center of her chest, which Eddie can almost see, thanks to her super low-cut tank top. Her cleavage is all freckled and hiked up, thanks to the Wonderbra that he's been painstakingly avoiding tracing the outline of with his eyes. "My fucking aunt. She's like some do-gooder Christian nutso, she runs the whole thing."

"Oh--" but Nicole's not done. She kicks a toeful of dirt up just as Eddie ignites the end of the joint and takes a harsh pull.

"I'm stuck with her this whole break because my grades were shit. I'm supposed to be in Maui, y'know."

Eddie wordlessly passes the joint on. Knew it was a Jesus thing. And like, boo-hoo, he guesses? He doesn't have any real pity for Nicole Summers right now, because overall she fucking blows. She's mean as hell, for no good reason.

Ronnie came up with a good analogy for it one time; like, put up against that chick Lacy that she hangs out with, Nicole is mean like a bad dog. She just keeps barking and barking and barking and barking and it is relentless and it's busting open your eardrums and she's snarling and you're too scared to get in her way so you just tolerate it. Even if it fucks up your whole day.

That Lacy girl, though, she's mean like a guillotine. One sharp drop and you're done. Dead. Headless horseman.

"I know which one is worse-- Nicole, obviously, because it chips away at you and it's so freakin' loud. But I know which one I'd prefer," Ronnie had said, "I feel like if Lacy comes for you, you've really earned it. Like, you possibly deserve to perish."

But ultimately, curiosity will be the death of Eddie Munson. And so will girls. And so will boring Spring break Sundays.

Nicole half-chokes on a lungful of smoke and Eddie's got to pat her on the back so he doesn't get nailed for her murder or whatever.

"God. Gross," Nicole gripes on recovery. "Ugh. My whole family is in Maui, but I'm stuck here and like-- I even told people I was going to Maui and it's like-- so fucked."

"Totally." Eddie makes pincer fingers towards the joint. "Don't bogart that."

But Nicole is holding it aloft, totally off on her own journey, and Eddie wonders if the weed has hit her that fast or if she's just completely self-involved.

"I even sent postcards to people, pretending I was in Maui. If you wanna know something really pathetic."

It takes a second for Eddie to decipher it, but it seems like she's saying that she's been sneaking around Hawkins incognito all break because she told all of her sucker friends she was in the Central Pacific.

"You completely said that sentence backwards."

He notes that down to tell Ronnie about later.

"Shuddup, freak."

"Man, it is so completely uncool of you to keep calling me a freak when you're literally smoking my weed."

"You took my Meal on Wheel."

"Meal on Wheel for a well-rolled joint does not an even trade make, Summers!"

"So why did you say okay?!" Nicole barks, and Eddie finally gets a grasp of that joint. He's up, he's off the log they were occupying. There is a buzz to be had here, a good time rolled tight up in these flammable papers and he is not about to waste it by letting Nicole Summers verbally wail on him.

"Because I am obviously a veritable moron of the highest knight's order and I had time to kill before M*A*S*H was over!"

That rhymed.

Nicole looks up at him with her green eyes narrowed, this horrible, puggy grimace wrinkling her face. And then she says something so beyond the realm of Eddie's comprehension that he's sure the weed is turning on him.

"Do you wanna, like, hook up?" Nicole says-- scratch that, Nicole snarls.

"What?!" So this level of fuckery doesn't make sense to Eddie because nobody's around. Like, if Nicole takes a shot at the freak and Hagan and Carol and Tina and Lacy and Cass aren't around to hear it, did it even happen?

"I'm serious," Nicole deadpans. "I kind of... look, so I kind of wrote to some people that I hooked up with someone on vacation and, like... I could make that not a whole lie."

"Nicole," Eddie says, in a tone about as measured as he can manage, which is not very because his balls seem to have vacuumed themselves back into his body, "Are you asking me to aid and abet your elaborate scam in which you're currently pretending you're in Maui getting, what... railed by like, a surfer?"

"Wow. That's actually kinda close to what I've been telling people."

He would later find out that she said her premiere paramour was a board waxer.

Eddie inhales a lungful of smoke so deep and so urgent that it makes him feel like Hunter S Thompson-- that is, to say, certifiably insane. Because Eddie's never been... Like, he's made out, or whatever, and grazed a boob like once, but...

In an ideal world, he would not be in the woods. In an ideal world, there might be some perfect declaration beforehand, and he might be indoors, and he might be wearing cleaner underwear. In an ideal world, it would not be Nicole Summers.

Roll Perception. Is this really how it happens? Maybe she secretly... likes me?

The D20 in his brain lands a nat one.

Yeah, maybe. But you've been wrong about that before.

Nicole gets up, and he can just about see the cogs turning in her head, trying to intimate an expression of sultriness. It's such a thin mask that he can basically see her rolling her eyes behind it.

"C'mon. You can't tell me you haven't... thought about it," she tries, dropping her voice in volume and pouting her lips.

And Christ, Eddie hates to be such a guy about it, but... you hate to look a gift horse in the formerly-braces-clad mouth.

I haven't thought about it. I think you suck. But I also think this might be my one shot at something for a long, long, long, long, long--

"God, quit thinking about it and kiss me, freak."

It's almost hot, it's like lukewarm at the very best, which is good enough for Eddie so he goes for it. Lips on lips, but Nicole apparently doesn't follow rhythm very well. There's a lot of dry macking, not a lot of... sensual action. He's almost starting to feel sorry for her.

But then-- well, let's just cut to the chase since that's the flavor du jour, then her hand is on his dick. Through the jeans, obviously, she's not a belt ninja but it's very much there. Flesh and tendons, palming at him.

In this situation, Eddie's not a hard sell. Badum-tsssss.

He uses one hand to hook around the back of her neck, tilting her head toward him-- using this opportunity to kiss her right, or what he assumes is right, while she's distracted. Nicole cannot focus on two things-bad kissing and dick handling-at once, unlike Eddie, who uses his free hand to feel her boobs.

"Siddown on the log," she breathes. Just what you want to hear in the heat of passion.

"Uh-- okay," and he does what he is told. Because she's still a pitbull, at the end of the day.

"Do you, like, have anything?"

"Like... the clap?" Eddie sorta-squeaks as Nicole positions herself over him, one knee either side of his thighs. She's got good balance. Is she in cheerleading? Or is that the other mean one?

"No, you fuckin'-- like a condom."

"Oh." His heart sinks. There's a box of Trojans that Ronnie jokingly bought him after he tried to lay a smacker on her-majorly misguided move, by the way!-but he doesn't--

Wait, shut up. They were literally having this argument the other day, he and Ronnie, about that tiny pocket on pairs of jeans. You know the one. Ronnie was trying to explain that it was for cowboys to keep their watches in, whereas Eddie was arguing that there's no way that cowboys need a watch, dude. They go by the sun in the sky. Like men, so the pocket obviously had to be for emergency prophylactics.

He'd even demonstrated, slipping a good ol' Troj into the tiny fold!

Eddie, in his over-excited state, almost knocks Nicole off the log trying to dig the rubber out. "Voilà."

"Whut," Nicole mumbles.

"Do you take Spanish?"

"No, French."

"... okay."

Here it is. This is it. He's about to get his dick out in the scary wooded part by the trailer park where he once tried to dig a hole to China. Fuck.

But all of a sudden, Nicole is fumbling. Her movements are suddenly weird and unsure and reserved and tight. Badum-- fuck off.

"Hey, y--y'alright?" Eddie murmurs, almost brushing her hair off her face. But that feels too intimate. Even considering the circumstances.

"Have you... done this before?" she says, lips pursed and small as she fiddles with his belt.

"Um." To truth, or not to truth? That is to lose any and all hope of losing one's virginity. "I--"

"I haven't."

A little moment of silence hangs between them. That's not a bark. That's a real girl in there.

Eddie swallows, despite the precipice of opportunity. He finds his throat is very dry, sandpaper going down. That feeling-- it's a distinct sensory recall. A favor someone once did him at a birthday party.

Because Nicole's a dick, but she's still a person.

Not that she'd give him the same grace.

Oh well. Building his stairway to heaven, and all that shit.

"We don't... have to." He nods, resolutely. Partially for himself. He even puts a hand over Nicole's, where it lingers on his undone fly. "Seriously."

Nicole's eyelashes flicker and she stares at him for a drawn out beat. As if she's considering him. Really considering him. Outside of the bullshit dichotomy in which they live. A crease eventually settles in her brow, looking at him like, are you serious, loser?

"No, I obviously want to."

Want to with me? he nearly chances.

"Just don't be, like... weird about this after," she instructs. "It never happened."

"I'm not gonna. It didn't." That sounds too soft, so he snorts a little at the end.

Eddie barely has time to ask her if she's okay before it's lights out for him.

The most unforgettable thirty seconds of Eddie Munson's pubescent life up to that point begins with a scoff (his) and ends in a scoff (hers).

But that dog ceases barking for at least three weeks following. No biting in the hallway, no harassment in the parking lot. Even when Hagan sniffs around him, Nicole doesn't jeer on. She averts her eyes.

It's no declaration of love, but at least he got a free dinner out of it.