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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, smut (oral, f receiving), overload of cheesiness, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 11.8k+

→ a/n: this might be the cheesiest, fluffiest thing i've ever written, and i can't even be bothered to care. it might be unrealistic. it might be too much. i do not care. this has been a long time coming and i think we all deserve all the cheese after this story.

i don't even know what to say besides thank you. thank you to everyone who followed along from the beginning, to those of you joined the journey along the way, to those of you who are reading as we finish it up. thank you for all the support and love you guys have shown this fic. i will always, always, appreciate it more than i know how to say. i love these idiots, and i love you all.

if you would like to see this story continued through small blurbs, my ask box is officially open to requests from this universe. i will also probably be posting some "beyond the hours" content over the next few weeks.

thank you. i love you.

without further ado...

masterlist.

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EPILOGUE: A BET

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Why are there so many fuckin’ options?”

Eddie stares at the line up of smartphones before him, all different models and different physical sizes, different colors and different memory amounts.

“There’s not that many,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around him from behind as you rest your chin on his shoulder. It’s a bit of a stretch, making you lean up onto your tippy toes, “Besides, isn’t having options a good thing?”

He scoffs as he brings a hand up subconsciously to where your arms overlap on his torso, grip gentle as he runs a thumb over your skin and gives a squeeze, “Sure, options are great. But there’s at least twenty different iPhones on display here, sweetheart.”

The last few months had been interesting, to say the least. A new and exciting journey initially, but also a fairly stressful ordeal given all the hoops you two had been jumping through. You’re both busy people, having to suddenly figure out how to carve out a specific space for each other amongst bustling lives. It wasn’t the same as making time for friends or a weekly night out; it was figuring out times for dates, times for lazy afternoons, times for just you and just Eddie.

And, occasionally, time to take Eddie shopping for a new phone. Finally.

“Well, better pick one fast,” your fingers dig into his side playful, and he blows out an annoyed breath as he side-eyes you. You only retaliate in a fast peck to his cheek before whispering in his ear, “We’re gonna be late if you keep taking all day.”

It was Argyle’s birthday party tonight. His actual birthday wasn’t for another week, but he’d be venturing back home to California for that. And so the group elected to throw him a preemptive party at one of the group’s favorite bars.

Which — fine. Awesome. You were excited, you really were: you loved Argyle, you loved your friends, you even found yourself warming back up to parties.

But your friends didn’t know.

Two whole months, and neither you nor Eddie had told a single soul of what had become between you two. Not even Steve. Not even Nancy.

At first the excuse was to give this time to grow, to find your footing before you brought your lovable yet rambunctious group of friends into the equation. But then you two had found your footing, and you’d worried what they would say. Eddie had nearly made himself sick with anxiety over Nancy finding out he’d kept this relationship from her. They’d support you two — that wasn’t a worry. They’d proven that since the first time the entire group had hung out after the bet.

“So,” Robin started, narrowing her eyes at you and Eddie sitting on opposite ends of her and Steve’s couch. Neither of you had said a word to each other yet (Plenty had already been said that morning as you’d snuck him out of your dorm), “You two really aren’t together?”

“Why is everyone so adamant that the bet has to end with us getting together?” you jeered.

Eddie didn’t help the cause when he was quick to take your side, “Exactly! The bet’s over. We lasted twenty four hours. We’re friends now — isn’t that what you guys wanted?”

“I actually wanted to help you dudes plan a winter wedding,” Argyle chimed from the kitchen where he was retrieving a coke, “So I’m gonna side with Birdie on this one.”

“Of course you are,” you muttered beneath your breath.

Everything in you ached to be sitting next to Eddie rather than so far. You ached for his arm around you, his lips pressed to your temple. Just to share body heat, even — innocent thighs brushing with layers of denim between would have been enough.

“It’ll happen eventually,” Nancy mused from her seat on the kitchen counter, Jonathan beside her and matching her confident energy with a sly grin, “Just give them time.”

What they hadn’t realized is that it already did happen. The moment Eddie showed up to your dorm and the two of you said to Hell with space, it was inevitable.

Now, it was just the challenge of letting your friends in on the secret.

“What about the red one?” Eddie asks you as you finally unravel from him.

“Of course you’re choosing the red one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he scowls, no malice behind it as you step up to occupy the space next to him, brushing shoulders for only a moment before his hand is grabbing yours, intertwining fingers like second nature.

You recall that moment on his balcony, where he had once been so nervous and hesitant to hold your hand.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, smiling to yourself as you look at the specific model he was talking about, “You’re just getting a little bit predictable, Munson.”

He opens his mouth to argue, to nip back at what you always offer him, when one of the salesmen approach you two.

“Hi folks! Can I help you with anything today?”

Eddie squeezes your hand, no doubt in an effort to withhold his laughter at the man’s overly chirpy tone. You squeeze back, if for nothing more than to let him know you felt him.

Despite Eddie’s previous claim to a decision, he still chooses to entertain the man. Asking questions about different models, inquiring for recommendations as if they’d change his mind. They go back and forth, both polite enough, but the conversation easily bores you. In five seconds flat, your mind has officially wandered off.

You two hadn’t really discussed the specific details of the night to come. Whether you’d ride with Eddie there, how you’d navigate Eddie’s natural born clinginess once he got a few drinks in him, if tonight might be the night to finally tell your friends.

The last one felt a bit obvious. It was Argyle’s night — you didn’t want to snatch the attention from him for even a second.

But there were layers to your anxiety. Because it was more than just how to navigate how you two would display yourselves to your friends on nights out.

It had been two months, and you still hadn’t said those three little words back to Eddie.

He didn’t pressure you. He never once brought it back up, never once pressured you. But just because he wasn’t constantly reminding you vocally that he loved you didn’t mean you didn’t feel it. You’d felt it, impossible to miss, when all those lazy morning fantasies became reality. You felt it during movie marathons and you felt it every time he’d worship your body. It was there — in the late nights, in the early mornings, in the dull afternoons. A wild thing unleashed in your gardens, all those vines you’d worked so hard to see flourish threatened to be torn up by impatient claws at the feeling growing rapidly in your chest every time you looked at him.

And slowly, surely, you knew that there was only so much longer that like could suffice in describing your feelings for Eddie.

You were falling, whether he was aware or not. You just needed to figure out the right moment for those three little words to unstick, to go from hot honey on your tongue to easy breaths between you two. He’s given you time, he’d filled the months you’d awarded him with making up for every previously bitter exchange, and yet you still couldn’t give him this. And you’re starting to believe maybe that’s why you couldn’t imagine telling your friends yet.

You sort of hated yourself for it.

You’re pulled back to reality once the salesman departs, no doubt into the back to grab Eddie’s choice of phone. You don’t even have to ask; you know he got the red one.

“Hey,” Eddie fully turns to you, bringing your knuckles to his lips in chaste kisses. Your stomach still kicks with flutters, your heart still warms at the gesture. Eddie’s affection has yet to lose novelty, “Where’d you go?”

“What do you mean?” you twist your face, “I was here the entire tim-“

“Not where’d you physically go,” he clarifies, letting your conjoined hands drop back to the sliver of space between your bodies, “Mentally. Where’d your mind just go?”

You hadn’t thought he’d notice your drifting.

“Nowhere,” you shrug off.

“Nowhere? So you’re really just that interested in the newest iPhone model?”

He pointedly looks up at the widescreen display you don’t doubt you’d been blankly staring at the entirety of his conversation with the man who had yet to return.

“Oh, absolutely. You know me so well.”

All bark, no bite. These days, all the previous venom that had infected exchanges with Eddie prior to the bet had finally been sucked clean from the wound, long gone to make room for all the genuine affection to seep into its place. You still argued — or perhaps bantered was a better word for it — but you didn’t fight. You both still grated on one another’s nerves and managed to slither beneath the other’s skin, but not in an unwelcome way.

It was a nice change.

It made you hate yourself even more for not saying those three little words.

Eddie seemingly reads your mind, “Are you nervous for tonight?”

“I-“ you consider lying to him and saying it hadn’t even crossed your mind, but the look he gives you warns against it, “We just haven’t… discussed it.”

“What’s there to discuss?”

You hold up your interlocked hands for emphasis, raising your eyebrows at Eddie.

His mouth falls open softly, eyes widening, “Oh. Are you- Are you wanting to tell them tonight?”

No, your gut screams, absolutely not tonight.

“Is Argyle’s birthday party really the best time to explode their minds?”

You try to keep your tone teasing as you sense Eddie’s own nerves creeping up. Sometimes it was fun, standing in a room with everyone and pretending to be more akin to strangers than lovers. But sometimes, it was just plain painful. Sometimes, the entire group would be laughing at something, and you craved nothing more than to be pressed into Eddie’s side and feel the vibrations of his shared joy rather than just having to listen to it from across the room.

It’s not that you wanted to tell your friends and cause a scene — you just didn’t want to have to hide anymore. And maybe you wouldn’t have to, if you’d just tell him how you felt.

“Probably not,” Eddie murmurs, “I mean, it’s his night. We can always tell them the next time we all get together.”

The issue is that’s what the two of you always say. You always brush it off for the next time.

You can only sigh in defeat as you see the salesman finally bounding back out from the back room, a small box holding Eddie’s purchase in his grip, “Yeah. Next time.”

You can’t even be mad at next time. It’s the same thing you tell yourself every time you felt those words on the tip of your tongue, so close yet so far from revealing the most terrifying truth you’d discovered yet to Eddie.

You let go of his hand long enough for him to check out, hardly overhearing when he questions how they can transfer all the data from his current flip phone. When he seems particularly worried about pictures transferring, you don’t think anything of it.

—

STEVE-O: do i need to pick you up tonight?

You don’t see the text. You’re a bit busy with something when it comes through.

Something is currently still between your legs, curls threaded between your fingers as your back arches off his mattress and his name starts to come out as a desperate whimper rather than a chant.

STEVE-O: ???

The initial buzz of your phone on his nightstand doesn’t phase either of you. Eddie’s tongue still works you eagerly, circling your clit as you tug particularly harshly at his roots. Each flick sends white hot pleasure through your bones, nearly making you see stars.

“Fuck,” you gasp out when he brings his fingers into the mix. You can feel his smile against you as he curls his fingers inside of you, mimicking a come hither motion and relishing in your little pants as your thighs tighten around his shoulders, “Oh, fuck. Right there, Eddie. I- Eddie.”

The way you’re moaning his name only encourages him as he slips in a second finger, stretching you further. You feel cool metal bumping your entrance, sending shocks up your spine as his lips suction against you and he sucks hard.

He hadn’t even taken the time to remove his rings when the two of you had gotten home. He had been too eager, dragging you to his bedroom with his lips attached to your neck from the moment he’d shut the front door behind the two of you until he’d thrown you down on his bed.

“That’s right, baby,” his voice vibrates against your clit, “Say my name. Tell everyone who’s making you feel this goo-“

STEVE-O: helllooooo????

“Okay, who the fuck keeps texting you?” Eddie finally pulls back when he realizes you’re slipping out of that bubble he’d created, your head having turned towards the nightstand in curiosity, “Let me guess, it’s your other boyfriend?”

Your head is still spinning and your chest continues to heave from that lingering pleasure he’d been offering so generously to you. He sounds annoyed, but you can guarantee you’re even more irked.

“I don’t have another boyfriend,” you blandly reply, not taking his bait.

It only makes him wrap his hands around your thighs on his shoulder, giving a playful squeeze as you reach out for your phone.

“You sure?”

You squint at the notifications, but don’t properly read them, only rolling your eyes at both the fact that Steve’s the one interrupting this precious moment and at Eddie’s valiant teasing.

You slam the phone back down, eyes trailing down to his, “I am, but I can certainly find another boyfriend if you don’t get your mouth back on me in the next three seconds-“

He doesn’t need a second warning. In an instant, the warmth of his tongue is back on you, lapping at all the spots he’s come to memorize as of recently. That pleasure comes back into reach, edging your vision with feathery black as your eyes flutter shut and the coil in your stomach tightens.

You throw your head back into one of his pillows, one that has started to smell like your shampoo now rather than his, and let a drawn out whine escape your lips.

“You were saying?” he teases, grinning wickedly. He takes that brief moment to come up for air, turning and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh beside his cheek. Not hard enough to draw blood, and probably not hard enough to leave indents. But it is enough to have you preening once more as your heels dig into his bare back and you try to lift your hips, desperate for his mouth again.

He was edging you. Without even meaning to, he was repeatedly bringing you to the edge only to leave you teetering.

With your focus back on him, you can admire how pretty he looks. Mouth slick with you, pupils blown out, hair an absolute mess. You like him best this way, you think, when he looks so absolutely devoted to you. When he’s looking at you with a hunger you almost can’t place. It makes you want to scream from the rooftops about how you’ve fallen for him. How you feel so much more than like for your boy.

STEVE-O: seriously. if you don’t respond, you can just walk. you have five minutes.

At the buzz of the phone, your hands leave Eddie’s hair to form fists, pounding them into the mattress at your side in a brief tantrum. He ceases all actions, pulling his lips away from you again, and it only makes you pout more.

“Baby,” he coos, fingers trailing up the sides of your thighs before he reaches out to hold your fists down, “Maybe you should answer him. Tell him to fuck off-“

Eddie’s interrupted as your phone fully bursts to life with your ringtone.

You were going to kill Steve Harrington.

“On second thought, let me answer it,” Eddie groans as you reach out and grab it once more, “Give the fucker a piece of my mind.”

“Shut up,” you hiss as you realize it’s Robin calling. You turn the screen so he can see, and his eyebrows lift in surprise.

He makes no move to remove himself from between your legs, though. He stays face to face with your aching core.

“Hello?” you snap after swiping to answer.

“Finally! My God, Steve’s been texting you-“

“I didn’t see the texts.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“Nope.”

You’ve never been so short with your friends.

But that pleasure is slipping from you, the flames of your impending orgasm dying down to nothing more than embers. It’s enough to piss anyone off.

“Are you sure?” Robin asks, sounding genuinely concerned, “It’s kind of a far walk-“

“I’m running late,” you sigh, realizing that you were going to have to come up with a lie to get off the hook. Another thing you hated about the hiding — it led to your friendships being littered with dishonesty. Always a new excuse as to why you weren’t available, always feigning reasons as to why you didn’t reply to texts as timely as you used to. “With getting ready. I could- I don’t know, do you think Eddie might pick me up? Isn’t my dorm along the way to the bar from his place?”

At the mention of his name, he perks up. His cheek settles against the exact spot he had bit just moments before, nearly nuzzling into you as your free hand comes down to gently push back his bangs. On instinct, you find yourself soothingly pressing your fingertips in slow circles against his scalp. You’re nearly melting beneath his soft gaze, those big and wide eyes locked on you with bated breath.

“You want Eddie to pick you up?” you suddenly hear Steve exclaim in the background.

Your face scrunches up, a wrinkle forming across the bridge of your nose and between your brows. It’s so damn cute to Eddie that he can’t help but press a quick kiss to the skin he continues to lay into, beginning to smile as your absent-minded head massage continues.

So much more than like.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was on speaker.”

“Why do you want Munson to pick you up?” Steve ignores your sarcasm, voice sounding closer to the phone now, “He drives a motorcycle, you know. That’s dangerous.”

Eddie must be able to catch some of Steve’s shrill exclamation, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly. You feel his curious hum against your skin and you don’t hesitate putting your own pesky friends on speaker.

“Motorcycles are not that dangerous,” you retort, and it makes Eddie have to hide a slight scoff into your thigh in an effort to stay silent. It was ironic that they cared about how safe it would be for you to ride with Eddie on his bike now, after that allegedly dangerous vehicle had been your main source of transportation for nearly two months now, “He has a helmet, right?”

“Isn’t your dorm the opposite direction of the bar from his place?” Robin questions, “I mean, I’m all for you asking lover boy if he’ll give you a ride but-”

Steve interrupts her flatly, “It’s making him go out of his way. Besides, he might have already left for the bar by now.”

You don’t know what to silently laugh at first. The assumption they were making that couldn’t be further from the truth, or Robin’s new nickname for Eddie.

Lover boy is fitting for him in this current position. He’s still latching onto your leg, cuddling you in every way he could from where he laid, staring at you and hanging onto your every last word. The poster boy for pathetically in love, he gives your leg another kiss, starting a fiery trail with his lips until he reaches your knee. It pangs in your chest, wondering if he can see your feelings also painted so obviously across your face.

“Steve,” you murmur, breath catching in your throat as Eddie’s lips linger in the ditch of your knee. It takes a second to remember you’re on the phone, “No offense, but Eddie hasn’t been on time to a single get together the entire time I’ve known him.”

Eddie reacts in real time to your insult, forcing an over-exaggerated offended look before he bites you again. This time, his teeth do leave an imprint from his nip, and it makes you slap a hand over your mouth to avoid yelping.

Don’t bite me, you mouth at him.

Don’t be mean, he answers right back, silent as ever.

“Technically we’re all already late,” Steve points out. It makes you sit up quickly, startling Eddie in the process. You squint at the clock across the room and- fuck. Steve was right, “Nancy just texted me that she and Jon are there, Argyle’s on his way. She said she tried texting Eddie but didn’t get any response,” there’s a long pause as you motion wildly for Eddie to get up with you, the boy watching as you fling yourself off his mattress and carry the phone with you to his dresser, “Have… you heard from him recently?”

“Why are you saying it like that?” you jab, throwing open one of the drawers Eddie had cleared out for you to keep some clothes here in his apartment. At this point, a good chunk of the tuition you paid was going to waste considering the fact you rarely spent the night at your dorm. You were already half moved into Eddie’s space.

You try not to think too hard about it, because just last week, you’d had a panic attack at the revelation.

You were afraid of smothering him, even if he was the one always insisting you could leave more of your things here. He was always the one conning you into spending another night, promising soft murmurs of giving you a ride to class the next morning if you did. You rarely ever had much of the choice in the matter; once he’d wrap his arms around your waist, curl his body flush against yours, it was always game over.

Practically living together, and you still hadn’t said those words back to him.

“I’m not saying it like anything!” Steve defends himself, “I’m just asking an innocent question!” Eddie’s snort this time is audible, and you freeze as Steve clearly mistakes it for your laughter, “Shut up. It’s a reasonable question. You guys are friends now, remember?”

Friends. Of course, because all your friends jumped at the chance to bury their mouths against your cunt and make you cum repeatedly until you had tears streaming down your cheeks. Because you let all your friends sleep in the same bed as you, and wake you up by burying deep within you as they bite your shoulder with a moan. You and Eddie were friends.

“Trust me,” you glance over your shoulder in your haste, looking at Eddie as he stretches out on his side and props himself up on his elbow, “I remember.”

He gives you a knowing smile, squinting his eyes at you in entertainment.

“Babe, it really would just be easier for you to ride with us,” Robin’s voice sounds again as you tug a shirt out of the drawer, something casual and comfortable that you could style for the night, “Unless you’re just hellbent on having alone time with Eddie for some reason-”

“I’m not hellbent on being alone with him, Robs.”

Another lie. I definitely am. But not in the context you think.

“You just sound like you are.”

“Well, I’m not,” you yank a pair of black jeans free from the drawer and slam it shut, standing and turning to Eddie.

He hardly has time to react before you’re tossing your phone down on the mattress in front of him, the small device bouncing and hitting his chest. He winces and throws himself back dramatically, letting out a small oof that you pray neither Robin or Steve pick up on.

As you dress, throwing on the random t-shirt and shimmying on your jeans, Robins laughs, “Denial isn’t a good look on you.”

Eddie watches you, never moving to get ready himself. All he does is stare as you button up the pants.

When you give him an expectant look, he merely mouths, bra?

You shake your head. You don’t know where Eddie had flung your undergarment, and you’re not in the mood to frantically search for it. You’ve gone without a bra before – you can survive one night out without one.

Eddie’s entire face and chest immediately flushes pink. Cute.

“Now you guys are just being assholes,” you scowl despite the fact that only Eddie can see it, waving your hands to motion for him to get up and also get dressed, “I’m texting Eddie. If he has already left, I’ll just walk. Fuck you guys.”

“Tell lover boy I said hi,” Robin teases.

“Even if he’s already parked at the fucking bar at this point, we both know he’d jump right back on his bike and come pick you up,” Steve’s voice grumbles over the line.

It almost makes you smile. “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Not jealous, just annoyed,” Steve corrects as Eddie finally stands from the bed, “When are you two going to get your shit together?”

“What do you mean?” you play dumb.

You’ve had this conversation with your friends multiple times. They were truly going to have your head once they realized what you’d been keeping from them for months now.

“Don’t you have a 4.0 GPA?” Robin inserts herself back into the conversation, “You can’t possibly be this stupid.”

Eddie pauses in his fumbling with pulling his jeans from the pile he’d left his clothes in at the end of the beg, face scrunching in silent laughter. You almost walk over and smack his bare back angled towards you.

“First of all, no. I don’t have a 4.0 GPA. Thanks for the reminder,” you grab your phone back off of the bed and decide to leave Eddie behind in the room, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready. You hate to admit it, but if you have to keep watching him giggle so cutely to himself, you’ll also probably break. And you aren’t in the mood for any further interrogation from Robin and Steve, “Second of all, I’m hanging up now. I’m going to call Eddie. At least he won’t be such a dick to me.”

“Oh, you must see the irony there-”

You cut Steve off, “Bye! See you in… like, ten minutes.”

Once you’ve hung up, you put your phone down on the bathroom counter and look up into the mirror. Your hair is a mess, wild and tangled from all the writhing you had been doing before being so rudely interrupted. You give it your best effort, trying to tame it a little bit to look more presentable, but it’s a lost cause at this point. Fuck it.

Eddie appears in the doorway behind you, fully dressed and his hair pulled back into a bun, leaning into the door frame with his arms crossed and an impish grin on display, “Oh, you’re going to call me now, sweetheart?”

You glare at him in a jocosely manner through the reflection, “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”

He pushes off the frame and comes up behind you, still locking his eyes only through the reflection as he leans his chin over your shoulder, “And what if I don’t want to give you a ride? You have been awfully mean – insulting my punctuality, throwing your phone at me, teasing me by going without a bra. The list goes on and on.”

Something deep within you stirs, those embers that still ache to burst into a forest fire. You hate that you could easily spend the entire night here with him, letting him take you every which way between his sheets. And even without sinful actions involved, you would be plenty content with just his presence tonight. As a matter of fact, you might be more content with that outcome rather than heading out to see your friends.

Sorry Argyle, you think guiltily.

“I’m teasing you?” you question just as his hands land on your hips, moving so that he was pressed firmly against the curve of your ass. Making sure you could feel how hard he was against the seam of his jeans’ zipper, “You didn’t even make me cum.”

“Seems like we’ll both be spending the night frustrated, then,” he smiles, almost gleefully, almost devilishly, “Besides, that was technically Harrington’s fault, not mine. We both know I usually have no problems making you cum on my tongue – without interruptions, of course.”

He rolls his hips ever so slightly into you, and your mouth falls open, eyes going glossy as you continue to stare him down through the mirror. The stirring in your abdomen is persistent now as your heart hammers against your ribs, mind melting and completely forgetting the obligation at hand.

And Eddie knows this. He’s well aware of the effect he’s having on you, and it’s deliberate.

Suddenly, his body completely pulls away from yours, “I’ll meet you downstairs. Don’t want to keep them waiting any longer, do we, sweetheart?”

Damn him. Damn him, and damn his dimples, and damn how good his legs look in those jeans as he’s walking away from me right now.

You linger in the apartment, alone, for a few extra minutes to compose yourself. Trying to quelch the heat between your hips that had slowly spread across your entire body, threatening to consume you. You even go as far as to splash cool water across your cheeks, giving yourself a few smacks for good measure as you try to prepare yourself to go into public and put on the usual act. And beneath it all, you also hush the animal in your chest, the one that claws at you to tell him. The one that wails everytime you simply tell him you like him, the one that roars when you let another moment slip you by. It has to quiet, just as your flames need to settle, all for the sake of the act.

You deserve a goddamn Oscar at this point.

After deciding that touching up your makeup would take up far too many precious seconds, you’re darting out of Eddie’s apartment, locking up behind yourself before you head down to where he’s waiting. He’s already straddling his parked bike, the engine roaring to life like the animal inside you as you exit the main doors of the building and his hands extend his only helmet. You don’t fight him on who’s going to wear it – that’s a battle, you’ve learned, you will always lose.

We really need to just buy a second helmet.

The thought makes you smile as you hold the clunky thing. Buying a second helmet. Something Eddie had never done before, because he had never had a regular passenger before. He had never had someone glued to his side as you had become, not even Nancy. It sounds terribly domestic; perusing aisles with him, debating which helmet fits your style best. He’d probably make a joke about your head being big. He’d probably tease you for looking at the ridiculously expensive ones and tell you to opt for a cheaper one. You’d probably end up with a pricier one in the cart regardless, and Eddie would probably refuse to let you pay for it.

Domesticity. The image of it doesn’t ache like it had that night all those months ago. This isn’t something you yearn for hopelessly, smoke and mirrors that dissipate when you dare to reach out for it. It’s something finally in your grasp. Something tangible and something bound to happen, all you’d have to do is say the word and Eddie would comply eagerly.

Anything to keep my girl safe, as he would tell you any time you pointed out how dangerous it was for him to go without a helmet. He’d gotten creative in saying his own version of those three little words.

“M’lady,” he hums, nodding for you to put the helmet on before sweeping a hand over the empty space in the seat behind him, “Your chariot awaits.”

You don’t have a snarky quip to throw back at him, only grinning at the ground as you flip the helmet around a few times to prepare to put it on. All those embers aren’t just desire for him – there’s a warmth there that always exists. A candle on the windowsill of the home you had finally found.

You raise the clunky thing and tilt your head when Eddie suddenly says, “Oh, and babe?”

Immediately, you lower it, eyes wide in curiosity, “What?”

“That’s my shirt.”

“What?”

He motions to the t-shirt tucked carefully into your jeans, “That fine shirt you are currently wearing is mine.”

You look down, and he’s right. It’s too late to go back inside to change, and you know he’s aware of this when you catch his amused smirk. He probably noticed the moment you had put it on, and had deliberately waited until it was too late for you to do anything about it to inform you.

Bastard.

“I-” you pinch the fabric between your fingers, looking between it and Eddie wildly for a second before your shoulders slumped in defeat, “It’s fine. I doubt they’ll even notice.”

—

You were wrong. They do notice.

Everyone is already waiting inside for the two of you, nestled around a table in the bar in a similar arrangement to the very first night you’d been introduced to the group. There’s only two empty seats left conveniently, right next to each other. You don’t miss that mischievous look of success on Robin’s face as she looks overly proud of herself.

They’d set it up so we’d sit next to each other.

You’re grateful for your friends’ antics until you go to take the empty seat next to Steve.

“Is that Eddie’s shirt?”

Robin is leaning around Steve eagerly as she says it, ridiculing the shirt intensely.

“What?” you laugh nervously, looking down and tugging at the fabric.

Lie. Make up a lie. Make it good.

“That is Eddie’s shirt,” Nancy looks surprised across the table, looking up at the two of you questioningly.

“What?” you repeat yourself. Eddie has already taken his seat, and is avoiding the stares of everyone, “No, it’s not.”

“He has one just like it,” Jonathan adds fuel to the fire, “He literally wore it - what? Two days ago?”

In a pathetic attempt of an excuse, you plop down in your seat and force an offended look, “People can own the same shirt. He’s not the gatekeeper of-” you look down, and nearly erupt in embarrassment when you see what the shirt is. “Deftones.”

Ah, fuck.

It’s not just the embarrassment of being on the verge of getting caught in your lie – it’s the memories that flood back. You, on Eddie’s lap. Your mouth and his becoming one. Steve calling, and you sucking so innocently on Eddie’s neck.

Fuck.

You really wish Steve and Robin hadn’t interrupted earlier.

“It’s not like I got it at a show,” Eddie shrugs, and you wonder for a moment if he’s lying, “They’ve gotten more popular lately. I’ve seen their shit in Target.”

“Exactly!” you exclaim a little too loudly, a little too quick to defend yourself, “Exactly. I just thought it looked cool at Target. Besides, tonight is about Argyle.”

You smile at the birthday boy, and he returns the joy as he waves a little at you. The reminder is all it takes for everyone’s attention to return to the focus of the night – everyone’s attention but Nancy’s.

You can feel her eyes on you as conversation sparks up and debates of ordering shots begin. Everyone is busy asking Argyle what his plans for next weekend are – which are mostly composed of normal family gatherings, probably a homemade cake, etc. – but Nancy is watching you and Eddie like a hawk. In the peripheral of your eye, you watch the way she leans back so casually into Jonathan's around her shoulder, looking like she knows. You’re probably just being paranoid. You’re definitely just being paranoid.

You try to ignore it, and instead let yourself just enjoy the moment. All your friends gathered, a group in which you finally feel like you belong to, jokes being made and laughter being exchanged that has you feeling a bit giddy. It’s nice. Even between the smoke of the room and the flickering lights overhead, murmuring chatter of nearby patrons mingling right in with your group’s noise, it’s homely. The smell of drunken cigars and fruity cocktails should be overwhelming, but you just let it wrap you up instead.

And when you turn your head, inhaling deeply the smell of cinnamon and musk rather than all those other foreign anomalies, you find Eddie already looking at you. Soft eyes, bitten grin, a few loose curls framing his cheeks as his bangs curl up into his forehead. Even in the shoddy lighting, he takes your breath away.

He’s looking at you. Just like that first night. Dozens of other people in this room at this moment, and he only has eyes for one – he only has eyes for you.

“So!” Argyle announces, “I think, my dudes, instead of doing what Birdie had so… excitedly suggested,” and oh, he was being generous and calling Robin suggesting he took twenty three shots for his twenty third birthday just her being excited rather than foolish, “We should just take the twenty three shots and split them up amongst the group.”

Steve and Jonathan immediately groan, protesting how they’re driving, and Eddie only shakes his head with a chuckle. So far, he’d only ordered and been nursing on a plain coke, no whiskey.

Somehow, sitting beside him with the group is worse than keeping distance.

When he’d taken off his jacket, you’d silently begged for him to rest an arm across the back of your chair just as Jonathan was doing to Nancy. And he had, almost too naturally before he’d caught himself. It would have been easier to play off cooly, probably would have gone unnoticed, but your boy had practically jumped out of his bones as he’d flinched and tucked his arm back into himself suddenly. He’d even bumped his elbow against his own seat in his haste.

And Nancy had noticed.

“That’s only three shots per person!” Argyle defends, “Four for me, since you know – birthday boy.”

While Eddie may be avoiding alcohol tonight, you aren’t. Not unusual, but it had been odd when Eddie had told the waitress your order of an amaretto sour rather than you telling her yourself.

Another strike. Another thing Nancy had noticed with her watchful eye.

“I’m down,” you shrug, “Hell, I’ll even take an extra shot if those two dumbasses won’t.”

“Is that a good idea?”

You wish Eddie had been drinking to excuse his idiocracy. Because all it takes is him saying that, not with malice but with concern, and the look on Nancy’s face told you she was officially catching on.

He hadn’t said it with the concern of a friend prepared to warn against drinking yourself sick. He’d said it with the concern of someone who would be taking care of you by the end of the night, of someone who would be dealing with the aftermath of that many shots.

You two were bombing this whole secrecy, to put it lightly.

You try to save the moment but laughing it off, turning to him slightly and teasing, “What, are you my keeper now?”

Despite your best efforts, the statement doesn’t come across as friendly banter. It’s not quite fighting either. It’s a dare, you dangling something in Eddie’s face that no one else at this table quite sees. A stupid, idiotic continuation of your flirtatious game of cat and mouse from earlier in the apartment, when he’d deliberately gotten you hot and bothered. When he’d deliberately let you leave in his shirt. His palm is warm when he shifts ever so slightly, placing it on your thigh beneath the table. Out of sight from everyone else. Fueling and fanning all your growing flames.

You two were toeing a very dangerous line tonight.

His eyes darken a bit, and you pray no one else notices in the dim bar lighting, “I don’t know, am I?”

Everyone is distracted enough with your idea. Steve and Jonathan were agreeing, saying they could take one shot and then others in the group could shoulder the extras. Robin was quick to also say she’ll take an extra one. But Nancy is silent, watching your quiet exchange with Eddie.

“I don’t think you are, Munson.”

Except he is. Without a single doubt in your bones, you know that he is.

Your playful smile betrays you. It tugs up the corners of your mouth and it’s clear to any outsider this wasn’t a brewing argument. The game was obvious if anyone was watching close enough. And Nancy, ever the smart one, was watching close enough.

She’s playing her cards right, you realize, when she waits until the group has ordered the round of shots to say anything.

“So, Eddie,” she begins, drawing the entire group’s attention to her best friend, “Do anything fun today?”

He nearly chokes on his coke subtly. “I- Um-”

“You just didn’t answer any of my texts today,” she continues on, “Must have been busy, yeah?”

Eddie retracts his hand from your thigh, far more elusive in this action than he had been about removing his arm from your chair, before he fiddles with his hands in his lap. “Yeah – no, yeah. Sorry about that, Nance.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket for no apparent reason. The shiny new smartphone, having not even bought a case or screen protector yet. You’d already yelled at him for that, claiming out of everyone, you trust him the least to not break the phone on the first day. He’d only laughed and shut you up with a kiss.

His new phone is placed face down on the table, cherry red glinting, “I just had to go to the mall and-”

“Is that a new phone?” Argyle interrupts him, catching sight of the movement and the glinting, “Oh, holy shit, my dude! That’s a new phone! That is an iPhone if I’ve ever seen one!”

Everyone – Robin, Steve, Jonathan – are rapidly leaning to catch sight of it as if they can’t believe it. Eddie continues to shrink at being the center of attention suddenly.

“It is,” Steve laughs in disbelief, “Never thought I’d see the day, Munson.”

Robin scrunches her face, “Does this mean we have to add him to the group chat?”

You let out a giggle at that, lips pressed to try and contain some of that smile breaking through as you look at him and wiggle your brows. He immediately rolls his eyes, but picks up the phone regardless to give everyone a better look.

“Yes, yes. I’ve finally joined the dark side,” he teases everyone just as the waitress returns with the tray of shots. Jonathan is the only one with enough sense to look away from Eddie’s spectacle, thanking her kindly, “Feast your eyes, my friends, for this is where my five hundred dollars went-”

“Holy shit.”

Nancy’s sudden whisper of an exclamation has everyone freezing. Eddie stops spinning and flipping the phone to show it off, staring at her with nothing but concerned, “What? What happen-”

Nancy shares a look with Robin as they both grin.

Oh no.

“Eddie,” Nancy says slowly, turning her head back his way slowly.

“What?” Eddie frowns, eyes flitting back and forth between Nancy and Robin.

Robin is the one to ask the question rather than Nancy, “What exactly is your lockscreen?”

Eddie goes pale. You’re confused, looking at the phone he’s currently cradling with the screen against his palm.

Did he even change it? Wouldn’t it just be one of the default ones?

“Guys,” you decide to come to his rescue, still impossibly confused, “It’s probably just some default screen, don’t tease him.”

“That was not a default screen,” Nancy laughs out.

Argyle looks around at everyone. Nancy and Robin, both with mischievous glints in their eyes. Eddie, still ghostly white as if he’s been caught red-handed. Steve and Jonathan, both just shrugging at each other. “Uh…. Why do I feel like I’m missing something here?”

“Show the class your lock screen, Eds.”

“Fuck off, Nancy.”

“Oh my God,” Robin coos, leaning across Steve and pressing you back gently to catch sight of Eddie, who’s dipping his face down, “He’s blushing!”

“Guys, leave him alone,” Steve insists, sharing a look with you now. But you have no clue what’s going on.

You have no clue what his lockscreen is.

“Edward Munson, show us that lockscreen right now, or I’m Venmo-requesting five hundred dollars from you,” Robin continues to threaten.

You look away from Steve and at Eddie immediately, leaning in closer to his space. He looks at you, clearly focusing on your presence more than everyone else’s, and smiles like a child trying to get out of trouble.

“Eddie,” you say quietly, almost impossible for your friends to hear, “What the fuck is your lockscreen?”

He slowly and carefully turns the screen towards you, making sure only your eyes can see it, and- oh.

It’s a low quality photo. Clearly taken on his flip phone. Details just a little fuzzy, and the darkness of the photo wasn’t helping. But you can see it clearly. You can make out exactly what it was that had Nancy and Robin losing their minds.

It’s a picture of you and Eddie, with your head on Eddie’s chest.

For a moment, everyone else at the table doesn’t exist. You hadn’t been insane that night – he had taken a photo. A snapshot of the moment where everything had changed. The moment in which you had given up the fight and completely succumbed to just how much Eddie meant to you, how badly you pined for him and how deeply you liked him.

“I was going to make it the one of you at Betty’s,” he whispers, “But, I just- I really liked this photo.”

He’s still tense, as if he expects you to be upset with him.

You’re the farthest thing from upset at him.

“You made me your lockscreen?” you breathe out, a slow-growing smile beginning to stretch your lips.

You’re not upset at him. As a matter of fact, you’re in love with him. You want to scream it from every rooftop, shout it to every stranger on the street – you are in love with Eddie Munson.

And you have been for a while. You just hadn’t found a way to tell him yet.

“Yeah,” he loosens up a little when he realizes you’re happy, enamored with the fact, “Yeah, of course I did. Who else am I going to make it besides my favorite…. Enemy?”

He says it loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. All of Nancy’s teasing has come to a halt, Robin has settled back into her chair, and Steve is finally looking too curious for his own good.

“As birthday boy,” Argyle breaks the moment, shatters away the bubble you and Eddie always seemed to end up in, “I am demanding I get to see this lockscreen.”

Eddie doesn’t make any move to show the screen to any other person, only watching you for approval.

Well, so much for next time.

You give him a little nod.

Eddie makes a dramatic show of it, sighing heavily before he very slowly turns his lockscreen to face everyone else. But even in his dramatics, you can see that weight lifting off his chest.

This, as a matter of fact, changes everything.

No more hiding, no more lying. One simple flash of his phone screen, of a photo he had taken on a night that no one has even been gifted the details of yet, and all your friends suddenly know.

The reactions all vary.

Argyle leans forward and squints before his face breaks out into pure joy for the two of you, “Oh, fuck yes! Best birthday gift ever. Pay up, my dudes!”

Jonathan leans backward, digging out his wallet as he murmurs, “Son of a bitch.”

Steve only smiles and shakes his head, also digging for his wallet as he seemingly chastizes himself, “I should have fucking known.”

“Hold on,” you look between everyone as Jonathan digs out a couple twenties, “Wait, did you guys fucking bet on this?”

“We did,” Robin answers you, holding up a hand to make Jonathan and Steve pause their retrieval of cash, “What do you take us for? Idiots? Now, gentlemen, before either of you payout, we’ve gotta ask the most important question,” she shoves a palm against Steve’s chest so that he’s out of line of sight, gaze set on you and Eddie, “When did this happen?”

You don’t have any time to be mad at your friends. Because when Robin asks you this, suddenly you’re back to two months ago. You’re outside your dorm with Eddie, kissing him as if tomorrow would never be promised, and you’re home.

You pulled back from Eddie finally, both of you gasping for breath as he held you steady. Your exchange from moments before still hung heavy in the air.

You liked him, you liked him, you liked him.

And the feeling was mutual.

You’d already known, but it was nice to hear. It was nice to be reminded that this, what had happened between you two, was so very real.

“I don’t wanna start over,” the words tumbled from your tongue before you could consider them, upheaving from your chest, desperate for Eddie to heard them, “I- I don’t need to start over. I like our story, okay? You had been right – it wasn’t all bad, and… and I don’t want to start over. I never want you to be a stranger again, and I know that sounds stupid-”

“It’s not stupid,” he interrupted you, forehead meeting yours, “So very not stupid.”

“I don’t care if you were a dick,” you continued on, carefully, “I was, too. We were both… shitty. I forgive you. I’ll forgive you a thousand times over, as long as you keep trying to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you?” he grinned playfully, “And just how do you suggest I start making it up to you?”

“Ask me out,” his eyebrows raised in surprise, and you knew you must have looked like a wild idiot to everyone else, but you didn’t care, “To dinner, to a movie, to just hang around your apartment with you for another twenty four hours – I don’t care. Just… Just please, Munson, ask me out.”

And so he had. A first date, a second date, a third. You two had gone through the entire ordeal of every cliche relationship despite the unconventional beginning. You’d gone to dinner, you’d gone to a movie, and you had done plenty of hanging out around his apartment and more.

“The night of the bet,” Eddie answers as he finally brings an arm up around your shoulders, just as he had wanted to earlier.

Immediately, both Robin and Argyle let out their own curses, pulling out their wallets just as Steve and Jonathan had.

You look between them, all the annoyance you should feel just being run over with adoration for these idiots. Your eyes land on Nancy, and when you realize she’s the only one at the table not coughing up any cash, you ask her, “I’m assuming you guessed correctly?”

“I did,” she nods, looking proud of herself.

“How’d you know?”

Nancy raises a threatening finger, before suddenly pointing it right in Eddie’s direction, “That idiot has always been down bad for you-”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie stops her, “I’ve already told her the nitty gritty details. No need to embarrass me.”

“No need to embarrass you?” Nancy asks in disbelief, “Good God, just how many times did I have to sit and listen to you pine for her? No, no – I have earned this, Munson.”

You look at Eddie, a glint in your eye, “You only told me about the first time.”

“I only remembered the first time,” he counters, blushing under yellow and faded lights, “I was usually dru-”

“Don’t lie,” Nancy stops him, “There were plenty of rants where you were dead sober.”

Everyone only smiles at Eddie, a few teasing comments made his way, but none of them matter as you lean into his side, your shoulder bumping his to the best of your ability with his arm still around you.

“Aw, babe,” you coo, warm all over for the man beside you, “You had a crush on me? That’s cute.”

His chin lowers, eyes boring into yours with unlimited affection. For a moment, it’s just you and Eddie. The guise of you two having your own bubble of a moment.

His head tilts further, his ears brushing your ear as he whispers for just you to hear, “So did you, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Not mistaken,” you whisper back. Money is now being exchanged, tossed across the table with grumbles that hold no heat.

Yeah, you did have a crush on Eddie. You still do. You don’t think you’ll ever stop having a crush on him, even as he’s surrendered himself as yours. Especially not when his thumb is stroking your shoulder as it is now.

Just like that very first night. The smoky bar fades to nothingness, your tunnel vision focused on Eddie. You know jokes are being made about the two of you by your friends, but it’s all white noise when he’s looking at you like this. Like you’re everything to him, like he’s just returned home after a long week.

You’d really like to be his home to return to after every long week, for the rest of your lives, but there’ll be time to ponder on that later. For now, you two have time.

The voice inside your head suddenly comes to life as it recognizes that this is your moment. You can tell him. Now that you’ve told everyone else, you can tell him those three words. Finally get them off your chest. Make it real.

“Hey, Munson,” you say, still quiet enough for the words to only reach his ears. He perks up, eager to drink your next words. You have all his attention. You always have all his attention, “I-” and then you choke. He stares curiously for a few seconds, and the words just won’t come out. You want to scream – you wonder if it would work if you screeched the three words at the top of your lungs. Probably not, “I’m just really glad you didn’t really hate me,” a pathetic excuse at a coverup, “And… I’m really glad they made that first bet.”

He smiles so softly, it strikes you right in the center of your chest. Right amongst your garden that not only had you tended for him, but that he had also had a hand in watering these last few months.

You should have told him. You love him, and you should have told him.

“I’m really glad I didn’t hate you, too,” he remarks, squeezing your shoulder a little tighter, “Actually, I’m glad you don’t hate me. Not anymore, at least.”

“I never really did.”

“You definitely sort of did. You tried to take me out with a glass, remember?”

You burst into secluded laughter, hearing your friends beginning to pass around the shots but paying them no mind.

Eddie can’t help it. He pulls you in close, placing an impulsive kiss to your temple and letting his lips linger there. Just pressed against you, breathing in the scent of you.

That kiss sends shivers down your spine, warmth through the center of your bones. You love him.

You love him, you love him, you love him.

So why can’t you just tell him that?

“Aw!” Robin pulls the two out of your bubble, “Aren’t they just adorable?”

“Yes, yes,” Steve passes two shot glasses down to your end of the table, “Absolutely adorable. It’s nauseating. Also, I’d like to go on record – I totally knew the entire time. I was just giving them the benefit of the doubt.”

“Playing the Devil’s advocate?” Argyle asks, lining up his multiple shots, “I dig it. Even though you’re totally lying right now.”

“You’re so lucky it’s your birthday, dude,” Steve rolls his eyes, clearly holding back an insult.

Eddie’s arm stays heavy on you, a welcome weight as you sit up straighter to take your own several shots.

These were your friends. Somewhere you belonged, filled with people you loved and a boy you could come home to after all your long weeks. A certain happiness that is rare, and impossible to place, and can nearly bring you to tears overwhelms you as you grab that first shot.

“Also-” Steve turns to you and Eddie, “I knew that was Munson’s shirt. The day he got it, all he did was brag about what a rare find it was. Fuck off with your Target bullshit.”

Eddie’s hand leaves your shoulder long enough to reach out and thump Steve, laughter booming and vibrating against you, “Sure you did, Stevie.”

“Target has some nice things,” Nancy offers with a shrug, now holding her own shot glass.

The seven of you all hold up the first of what will probably be too many shots tonight, the beginning of a night that will probably be remembered through killer hangovers tomorrow and possibly even captured on camera by the likes of Jonathan, Steve, and Eddie.

“To Argyle,” you take the lead on the cheers, jittery and anxious as all the love you continue to withhold buzzes in your chest, lifting your small glass in his direction, “The most lovable twenty three year old I know.”

Everyone moves to drink, but Argyle immediately shakes his head, “Nah, fuck that. It’s not even my birthday yet – I demand a new toast.”

He lifts his brows, staring you down and silently adding, you know what to do.

And yeah, you did know what to do.

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically, leaning further forward, Eddie’s arm following. You relish in the tense silence as everyone waits for what you’re about to say instead. Even Eddie is waiting with bated breath, watching your every move, a contrasting yet easy smile on his face, “To bets.”

A booming applause from your group. Glasses tapping against the wooden table before shots are downed. Groans of disgust as the tequila hits everyones’ tongues.

Eddie hardly waits before you’ve both swallowed to remove his arm and grab your face, turning your cheek so that his lips can capture yours. Everyone only cheers louder, Steve letting out an obnoxious whistle as Argyle claps. You’re surely going to get kicked out of the bar at this rate. But you really don’t care as you kiss your boy back.

Next time. You have to tell him next time.

—

The night ends in more of a whisper than a bang, surprisingly.

Everyone has suddenly become a happy drunk, probably from all the love and good news passed around throughout the night. It’s all warm feelings and warm hugs, tequila on the breath and love on the mind.

You don’t even get kicked out of the bar. Your waitress only smiles at your rowdy table from time to time, and you figure that all the good vibes must be rubbing off on her.

Steve is the first to call it quits. Robin has drank enough to give herself the hiccups, and he says that after that, she almost always gets viciously nauseous. He wants to get in the car and home before she gets to the point, for the sake of his car’s interior not getting covered in puke.

It’s a domino effect from there.

Argyle quickly agrees, Jonathan offers a guiding arm to Nancy, and Eddie’s arm only tightens around you. The group closes out the tab, putting off worries of everyone paying Jonathan back until tomorrow. Quick, simple, painless.

Until you all get outside. And goodbyes are exchanged – that’s not the part that gets to you – with promises of seeing each other throughout the week. Everyone congratulates you and Eddie one more time for good measure, Nancy and Steve looking the most proud of you two as Argyle and Robin giggle like children about it. And it’s fine – you laugh along and it’s all good. You let them get in all their I told you so’s and know it’s all in good fun.

It’s all fine. Until you two branch off from the group, Eddie’s bike across the lot from everyone else’s cars.

The moment you two are alone, you can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or if it’s the levity of suddenly having a moment that only belongs to you. Your mind wastes no time of reminding you of your pathetic cop out: I’m just really glad you didn’t really hate me. None of those words even sound akin to the real ones you should have said.

I love you.

It’s not because your friends have found out. You know it’s not that, because just last week, right after your breakdown about whether you were smothering Eddie by half-living in his apartment, you’d had a breakdown because you realized you wanted to fully live in his apartment. You’d had a breakdown because you hadn’t grown tired of him yet, hadn’t satisfied the need to see his face every morning when you first wake up yet. You hadn’t gotten bored with all his lingering affectionate touches. You hadn’t gotten used to the way he’d kiss you in the middle of sentences. He was still taking your breath away, two months later, and you had a breakdown because you realized it wasn’t novelty or a pathetic crush making you feel this way.

You had a breakdown because you love Eddie.

You love him, ardently so, and you still can’t find the right moment to say those words to him. He deserves to know – the entire foundation of this relationship was honesty.

It’s all you can think about as his hand finds yours and he’s walking up to his bike, practically dragging you up to his bike as your legs forget how to work amongst nerves.

“So, I was thinking,” he carries on conversation so casually, “You want to spend the night at my place? I know you said you don’t have any class-“

Now. Not later, not next time. Now.

“Hey, Eddie?” you interrupt him, stopping the two of you a few paces away from his bike.

His face is impossibly concerned as he looks down at you, clearly reading the worry on your face, “What’s up, babe?”

Here goes nothing – be brave.

“I-”

Why is this so hard?

It shouldn’t be this hard, because loving Eddie is easy.

It’s easy when he’s looking at you like this, like he always does. It’s easy when he wakes up after you, and he comes into the kitchen to just wrap himself around you as you make him coffee, no matter what time of day it might be. It’s easy when he catches your eye from across the room during outings, sometimes winking once he knows you’ve found his gaze, just to see you laugh. It’s easy when he tries to distract you from homework when you’ve been spending far too many hours hunched over your laptop on his couch, coming and bugging you, laying his head on your lap and insisting his girl needs a break. It’s easy when he kisses you and everything just feels right.

It’s easy. He loves you – you love him. It isn’t hard. You’re making this hard, when it never was.

“I love you,” you admit quietly, voice shaking as the words leave you easily.

Loving Eddie is easy.

“I love you,” you say more surely, voice raising in volume as you find the willpower to look into his eyes, “I love you so fucking much, Eddie.”

Each time you say it, you gain confidence in it. It’s true – you love him. You love him so much, it encompasses every inch of your being. It entirely consumes you. You love him.

His face falls slowly, mouth agape and eyes boring into yours.

You don’t wait for his response. You already have it – in the way he’s still holding your hand, in the way he holds you at the end of each night, in the way he knows both your orders at bars and coffee shops. In the way he will always put himself between you and the street when walking down the sidewalk, in the way when he roughly stops his bike at stop lights that his hand always flies back to hold onto you. In every soft touch and every expression of devotion he has offered you for not just two months, but for over a year.

“You love me?” he softly asks, finally beginning to come back to life.

You nod without hesitation, “I love you, Eddie.”

Now that you’ve started saying it, you can’t stop it. And each time, it’s still heavy and sweet like honey, even as the confession comes as easy as breathing. It’s pouring from every crevice, filling up the night air around you.

He takes you off guard with a harsh kiss. His teeth colliding with yours, his breath stealing yours, his entire being molded with yours.

“Say it again,” he begs in a murmur as he pulls you in even closer, desperate as you break into a smile, “God, please say it again, sweetheart.”

“I love you,” your cheeks begin to ache, the kiss no longer even to be a considered a kiss as you two are just mindlessly pressing your smiles together, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” with each repeat of the sentiment, Eddie drinks it in, “I’m so fucking in love with you, Eddie Munson. You and your stupid lockscreen and-”

“You do not think my lockscreen is stupid,” he pulls away, raising his eyebrows as his palms squish your cheeks, “I saw the way you looked at me. You were eating that shit up.”

You bite your lip, trying to pull further away from him, but he won’t let you, “I was not-”

“You were,” he cheekily teases, eyes bright as he looks at you, “You were, and it was the best thing ever. Totally worth stealing Argyle’s spotlight.”

“We didn’t steal Argyle’s spotlight,” you try to defend yourself.

“We so did.”

You shake your head to the best of your abilities, face still between his hands, “We… Okay, we sort of did.”

He grins like a young boy, all his youth and all his love on show for you as he leans down, pausing right before pressing another kiss to your lips, “We definitely did. And it’s fair, because they fucking bet on us.”

“They did,” you agree, not even feeling guilty anymore, too consumed by the love for the man right in front of you, “They tend to do that a lot, don’t they?”

“They do.”

He finally surges forward, lips sealing against yours one last time. It’s less messy this time, more meaningful. A bit more patient as he takes the time to fit his lips into yours, just as they should be.

You have an audience. You’re completely oblivious until you hear the cheering from across the parking lot, snapping apart to both glance at where Argyle and Robin are jumping up and down, screaming their heads off.

“Hell yeah, my dudes!” Argyle’s voice booms as Robin only produces incoherent coos to echo.

Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan are all just watching silently, shaking their heads, but you can also see their grins. Almost as radiant as you felt.

Steve finally cups his hands around his mouth, sending his voice to you over Argyle’s continuing whooping, “Get a room!”

Perfectly in sync, you and Eddie both throw up a hand with your middle fingers raised in their direction, still half tangled in each other.

Your eyes find Nancy. She’s looking at you two with overwhelming pride, a certain satisfaction that breathes out the relief of finally. This may be a weight off not only your chest but Eddie’s as well, yet you can’t help but imagine just how she feels. How many nights she had stomached Eddie’s rambles about you leading up to this very moment. The pay off must be unimaginable.

Finally.

“Congrats on finally getting the girl, Munson!” she calls out, but her eyes are on you, winking.

You see it now. Why they’re best friends. How all her best parts and Eddie’s best parts overlap and compliment one another perfectly.

Jonathan is the final one to yell across the parking lot at you two, one arm slung around Nancy as the other moves to unlock his car, even his usually grumpy face showing signs of elation in that timid smile, “Now take your girl, home, dude. Spare the rest of us the gory details.”

Eddie’s laugh reverberates against you physically from how he holds you, also making its way to burrow deep within your chest where all that liquid bliss belongs, as he throws his entire head back and makes you finally focus on just him again. Home. Not just his apartment, but him. You realize now that it’s simply wherever he goes. Where he leads, you’ll follow. It could be a shitty dorm room with a mattress that leaves your back aching, it could be a comforting apartment that holds you ‘hostage’ for twenty four hours straight – it doesn’t really matter. Wherever he is, home is. He’s your home; you love him, he knows you love him, and he’s your home.

When his laughter finally fades, and he’s looking at you again, his dimples are prominent as ever through his whisper, “Just in case you’ve forgotten – I’m very much in love with you, too, sweetheart.”

His lips meet yours for good measure.

It’s been the longest week of your life, the longest year, but you’re finally home.

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What would happen if the darling of Indra,Tobirama,hashirama Madara,Obito,Shisui,kakashi,Itachi and Sasuke got kidnapped while they were pregnant with the yanderes baby?

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, paranoia, violence, abduction, murder, pregnancy, premature labor

Kidnapped whilst pregnant

Indra Otsutsuki

💜Indra has always been quite monopolizing of your time and it only got worse after he abducted you. However, he reaches an entirely new level when he finds out that you are expecting his baby. He has always wanted to have a few children with his darling, always wanted some heirs to continue his bloodline after he would perish from this earth. You find himself low-key hovering around you as soon as he knows about it, black eyes always gazing at your slowly swelling belly. It is hard to be left alone after this as Indra is always within a few feet from you to ensure that nothing can touch you. It isn't hard to notice the possessive pride gleaming in those black orbs of his whenever he looks at you and your growing belly. After all in his eyes nothing binds a husband and his wife more together than a baby born from the marriage. It is the last claim that he needs in order to fully feel like he has you claimed forever as his and he looks forward to the birth of the child.

💜It is hard to imagine how someone would have gotten that far without being brutally murdered by Indra. On the other hand besides a doctor who tends to you and the growing baby, Indra doesn't have anyone who could watch over you if he should be gone for a while. Those trust issues are what ultimately leads you to be abducted and as soon as Indra has found out about it, the wrath consumes him utterly as red eyes burn with hunger for violence, the colour of his eyes a foreshadowing for all of the blood that will be spilled in the near future. His mind goes back and forth between hot and violent anger and bounded rationality as he tracks you and the future corpses down. He has always been dangerous but now that you have been taken away just when he started mellowing out slowly with the heartwarming thought of greeting his child soon into this world, he relapses completely as he turns into a monster that has no place for mercy as he slaughters even innocent people.

💜His Susanoo wreaks havoc on the entire landscape as soon as Indra has found their hideout and has detected where you are kept. Screams are all that you hear from outside before in one quick swoop, the roof is suddenly gone and a terrifying creature looks inside, glowing as if it is made out of purple fire. Neither you nor your captors can even utter a single word in presence of this monster as one of its hands reaches out to grab you, surprisingly gentle in the way it holds you all whilst its other hand crushes the other people inside the now destroyed building. You hear silent screams quickly dying down from your high position, don't dare to look down all whilst cowering in the purple palm, hands wrapped around your swollen middle. It all happens so fast as he heartlessly murders every person he finds within the small district, paranoid that if he lets one live they will come for you again as well as driven by a deadly thirst for revenge. Only after the massacre his Susanoo lets you down in the ruins.

💜Nothing happened to you nor to the baby even with all the stress your body went through and the malnourishment you received for the last few days. Perhaps this is the only reason that keeps Indra from losing himself to violence once again but this ordeal has left some scars on him. Indra has gotten seemingly more paranoid and agitated as he shows an increased hostility even against the doctor who nurses you back to health. He doesn't allow you to be alone anymore as he even takes you with him when he does his rigorous training even as you grow heavier with his child. His eyes constantly return to you in an increased frequency that they haven't done before as he needs the constant reassurance that you are still in the same spot you were in only one minute ago. This increase of guarding paranoia seems to peak in your last trimester where you are at your most vulnerable before it dies a tad bit down when you eventually go into labor and birth him a healthy baby boy.

Madara Uchiha

🌑Your pregnancy is a big deal to the entire Uchiha clan as the baby you carry will be the next heir after Madara. You have always gotten a lot of attention merely for being his spouse but with the announcement of your pregnancy, all eyes are even more on you. At times Madara does like to show you off to the rest of the clan, especially once your baby bump starts showing. After all it is delightful to see you growing with his baby and there is a promiment pride he feels for knowing as well as seeing how everyone now sees physical proof for the love he feels. No one could deny now that you belong to Madara Uchiha, not even you. On the other hand he fully understands that the elder of his clan can be a true pain in the ass as they turn their attention more and more to you now that you will give birth to the next Uchiha heir and he does you the huge favor of shielding you from them as good as he can. They demand time for you, time he would rather have you spend with him.

🌑A lot of duties are still resting on his shoulders but he has chosen some guards himself to look out after you now that you are to give birth to his child in only a few months. However, very few could have ever seen it coming that someone would actually manage to abduct you in Madara's absence and there is a huge shock that comes crashing down on the entire clan when the news come out. Madara is completely enraged, the wrath fueling the inferno that is threatening to burst out of him and burn down everything around him. Actions are immediately taken before the news can reach people outside the clan for it would be shameful to let others find out about such a disastrous mistake. Only a handful of people outside the Uchiha clan such as the Hokage are informed yet Madara rejects all help his old friend offers him and so does the clan as they feel like they have to get you back without any help from outside since this is a problem they have to solve themselves. Madara doesn't even want help from his own clan as he sees it entirely as his own responsibility.

🌑Despite the heavy weight he feels on his shoulders, none of them is shown on the outside nor is any mercy directed against the enemies as the Uchiha work fast and waste no time. The rest of the team that tags along is honestly overkill as Madara himself is enough to handle everything, besides the medics that is as they come along to cater to you as soon as you are freed. The entire outcome is decided within only a few minutes where Madara effortlessly fights his way to you and leaves a path of carnage behind. When he eventually reaches you, even you feel cold chills running down your spine as you look into ruthless eyes with activated Sharingan. It is expected though as you are reminded that your spouse is a man who has fought and killed ever since he has been a little child. He speaks not a single word as he frees you from the ropes you were tied up with, his face hardened to not let any of the worries he is feeling right now show as he is still within enemy territory.

🌑He never forgives the guards for their grave mistake as those poor souls are taken apart by not only his palpable rage but also the elders of the clan who feel ashamed for this whole ordeal. The Uchiha clan prides itself after all for their strong warriors. Madara makes it afterwards quite clear that he will not leave you alone anymore afterwards so the responsibilities will have to come to him from now on. That or he will bring you along the next time he has to go somewhere else. In either case, you will not be allowed to leave his gaze from that day on. The only reason why there haven't been serious consequences for your former guards is simply because you and the baby weren't harmed in the process. Everything is still kept a secret though so that the other citizens of Konohagakure don't find out and Hashirama sees it through to take care of that as well. The only news that are allowed to reach even those outside the clan is when Madara's son is born and the clan celebrates his birth.

Hashirama Senju

🌳When it comes to well-known publicity of your pregnancy, this is definitely something the whole village will know of at one point. Hashirama wouldn't mind that much since he likes to view the village as one big family but it his own clan as well as his brother who put their feet down and decide to be show more caution for now. News of your pregnancy shouldn't be made public instantly as all of them insist to have a more wary approach to all of this. As beloved as Hashirama may be, he has a lot of enemies too and for that it is of utmost importance to let no one know that you carry his heir as of now. There is a noticable increase of guards and safety meassurements, all instructed by his clan. It dampens your freedom by a good bit and you complain about this to Hashirama. He attempts to lessen the restrictions because whilst he also knows that you have to be safely guarded, he thinks his clan is overdoing it even if they do it with good intentions in mind.

🌳Hashirama has been even more insanely clingy ever since he found out that both of you will be parents soon and he has gotten even more euphoric when the first noticable movements of the baby happened. Yet he is a man loaded with duties and responsibilities and he is well aware of that. The reluctance he has always felt when leaving you turns to cold and unaltered horror when he receives the news that someone managed to sneak into the residence of his clan where you were spending your time and abducted you, most likely with the goal of blackmailing the Hokage later on. This is a huge deal for the entire facility centered around the Hokage as well as the entirety of his clan yet it is a strictly guarded secret that isn't allowed to be passed down to the citizens. In between all of the chaos Hashirama is positively hysteric as his emotions are threatening to drown him in his own despair. One meltdown, tears and a brother who chastises him for his lack of composure later, he is firm in his decision to be join the team sent out to rescue you.

🌳With Tobirama's terrifying sensory abilities and the skills of every member of the team combined, everything goes terrifyingly smooth. Little to no mercy is shown as it is a crime of high tier to abduct the pregnant spouse of the Hokage, especially for the Senju clan since this is the next heir and allowing something to happen whilst under their supervision would be a forever stain in their pride. His wood release could cause some serious destruction but he wields it wisely to not potentially harm you in any way. His little brother accompanies him to the room he can sense your chakra coming from, barely able to hold his brother back from just storming there without any plan since he needs to see you and know that his baby and you are both doing fine. Hashirama, who has prioritised your rescue over revenge, overwhelms anyone who tries to stop him easily with his strength. He knows he should keep his composure but he can't help himself from shedding a couple of tears and barely suppressed sobs when he finds you.

🌳Paranoia eats from that day on his soul away. There have been no serious injuries on you and the medics have assured him that everything seems to be fine with the fetus but none of it can truly erase the amount of emotions he has felt within only 24 hours. Hashirama glues himself to your hips from that day on and refuses to leave you alone again. His own clan has to apologise to you as they would have never expected someone to slip past them just like this. A few of the people who were involved in your abduction have been taken prisoner and are harshly interrogated and he fears that there might be more people like them out there who would try to take you and your baby away from him. You are smothered in affection and apologies from that day on as Hashirama seems to be imconsolable for what you had to go through. The paranoia and increased clinginess stays even after you had a successful birth and both of you became parents to a cute boy.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama has always been focused on his clan but never that much on having his own family with someone. His mind has always been more focused on seeing it through that the village his brother established with dreams survives, especially one he is named Second Hokage. Work has always been on his mind as he views his duties seriously even if that may make him seem like a strict and cold man. Nevertheless though, your pregnancy has been planned by him beforehand and even you agreed to it despite the occasional disdain you may feel due to his strict supervision. He can sense the chakra presence of the little one long before anyone else notices and since he is a sensor type he isn't above locating your position even if he shouldn't be around you. That doesn't mean that he won't let you be without any help as you have a whole team of Anbu watching over you from the shadows whilst he is in the office and works on everything that needs to be done.

🌊Growing unease and panic chew him away on the inside yet he doesn't show it as he lashes out on the Anbu that are forced to give him a report. If he would have time he would lmost likely pace back and forth in his office in panic and run his fingers through his hair in attempts to suppress the emotions brooding inside of him but he doesn't have it. Time is sacred, especially since you are in your last trimester with his child. Everything happens so fast as he assembles a team of highly skilled shinobi and medics he trusts, detects your presence by using his skills to sense you and heads out with them. Your chakra presence and the smaller chakra presence inside of you are the only thing he has to know that both of you are still alive yet he denies himself the feelings of fear and worry in order to focus on a mission he has to fulfill. He is tense though as well as harsh, prone to criticise everything even amongst his team. They gain quickly a good grasp of the place you are kept in as well as the guards before they head out to retrieve you.

🌊Tobirama has specifically ordered to keep only a few alive for interrogation later on but that has to be done by someone who isn't him. He proceeds as ruthless and cold as he has always done in times of war only that no one in here comes close to stopping him. He just follows your chakra presence whilst slaying everyone he comes across, red eyes cold and hardened from years of battle. Even you sense the change around him when he enters the room you are kept in and recoil in fear before easing up since you at least know that Tobirama wouldn't harm you. The harsh mask melts though, even if only a bit when he finds you. He only has so much time though as he does a quick checkup on you but he isn't able to find anything grand. The only thing that worries him is the air of stress and fear around you as you are still shaken up by everything that occured. He has to help you outside and he takes a different route to spare you from the carnage he single-handedly created on his way to save you.

🌊His team has to slow down siginificantly with you as you are in a delicate condition which isn't optimal since they are still in enemy territory. To make everything even worse, your water breaks on the way back to Konohagakure and Tobirama barely manages to leave enemy territory before the whole team has to stop in order to assist you to give birth. The two medics he has brought along have never proven to be a better decision then now as they know what to do and take for a little while charge as they order the others what to do if they want to be of any help. Meanwhile the people who know of what has happened with you get increasingly angsty as Tobirama has been gone for longer than they anticipated but all of them refuse to believe that anything has happened. All of them are in for quite a surprise though when the whole team returns. Tobirama, despite still keeping part of his ruthless demeanor, seems to be in a slightly better mood as he looks at the little girl with a tuft of silver hair on her head with a soft gleam in his eyes as you hold her.

Kakashi Hatake

📖Kakashi has recently just been bombarded with responsibility after responsibility. He has been named the new Hokage of the village just recently and is still in the process of settling down in his new position with new duties that have been interfering significantly with the time he used to spend stalking watching you and now he has to come up with a new way to keep an eye out for you to keep you from anything stupid. Only for you to then drop the next bomp onto him. You're expecting a child. His child. He spends an entire minute silently staring at you, too little yet too many thoughts going through his mind as he processes your words. In hindsight he is more surprised that it took so many years for you to get pregnant because Kakashi has always been quite kinky, brimming with ideas due to the books he is always consuming. In that moment though he feels quite overwhelmed as his life is undergoing so much drastic changes. Both of you decide in a long discussion later on that you'll keep the child though.

📖Then something else happens though that nearly threatens to break him down under everything that has been happening in his life already. You are abducted, something that would have never happened if he would have been still a Jonin without as much responsibilities as he has now as the Sixth Hokage. Then he is plunged into a terrible commotion that breaks out as you are now the spouse of the new Hokage after all which makes this entire accident all the more terrible. Kakashi feels almost numb from the sudden shock. It hasn't been that long since you have told him of the pregnancy and he hasn't told anyone about it yet. The people who have abducted you are probably none the wiser. If something were to happen to you at this early stage in the pregnancy... His mind is quite detailed to provide him with a couple of images that make his heart and stomach twist simultanously as he feels icy fear rising up inside of him. Despite some people arguing that he is the Hokage, he heads out himself for this mission.

📖Everyone on the team knows Kakashi personally so they can sense the sorrow and guilt he feels deep inside as he is very quiet and stuck in his own thoughts during the mission. He is deeply troubled and the new weight that seems to have wrapped itself around his chest won't go away as it only grows heavier every minute. The feeling of urgency grows more and more and reaches its peak when the hideout of the abductors is found and the commotion breaks out when the two forces clash with each other. Kakashi spares little to no time in making his way to you as all of his own emotions are having their own fights whilst he deflects all of the enemy attacks before murdering them in cold blood. It is only after he has rescued you that he feels like the weight is slowly lifted off of his chest. It is quite awkward though when the medic he has brought along finds out about the pregnancy whilst examining you, although they are sensible enough to only tell him this in absence of everyone else.

📖It isn't long after that news eventually spread slowly amongst the village as it is getting harder to keep your pregnancy a secret at this point. Kakashi isn't too comfortable about others finding out but it was inevitable at this point. What he didn't do prior to your abduction he makes up for now though as you are truly smothered underneath his overprotective paranoia. The only positive thing that has been gained from this incident is that he has started accepting the fact that he is going to be a father and have a child as he got a taste of what it would feel to lose it and you together in one swift motion. Never again. He is very reserved to answer any questions related to your pregnancy though as he shows a very great level of wariness still. A part of Kakashi is still feeling quite insecure about raising a new life with you that will be entirely his responsibility but he is feeling a fierce determination growing inside of him when months later his son is born into the world and he sees him for the first time.

Obito Uchiha

🔥He is bound to find out very quickly as he is pretty much the only person who is around you as you have no one else to rely on. Upon being told of the news that you are expecting, he feels simultanously a surge of unwavering paranoia as well as euphoric ecstasy running through his veins which heightens everything even more as he becomes quite emotional. This wasn't an intended result despite his sexual fantasies of impregnating you but it shouldn't come as a huge surprise either. Obito embraces the situation pretty quickly and he is coaxing you into being happy too if you should show signs of fear or reluctance. Yet he seems to be so skittish about letting a doctor around you even if he knows that he doesn't possess the needed medical knowledge to assist you through birth. It is then that Zetsu, the only one who finds out about it, offers to help Obito in the matter and manages to convince the Uchiha to accept the help. His focus shifts even more from that day on as your safety and comfort become even more important.

🔥The one time, the one time, where Zetsu has to force him to separate from you as there has been some urgent business regarding the Akatsuki, some bounty hunters find the house as well as you and take you away. Obito is hysteric when he returns to the empty house, his Mangekyo Sharingan activated as he is about to murder Zetsu as he holds him responsible for it only for the other Akatsuki member to avert Obito's wrath by promising that he will quickly find you as time is of essence. Obito gives him a strict time limit as he has known the being called Zetsu since years already which is his saving grace. As promised, Zetsu doesn't take long to drag you down but even this short time has already damaged Obito's mental health significantly as he relies on you to keep his sanity intact. He doesn't want to live without you and he doubts that he could do it anyways, now more than ever since the only good thing besides having you in his life has taken place inside of you. If anything happens to you or the baby, he will commit genocide against humanity.

🔥Zetsu is left in the dust as soon as Obito has found out from him where you are as the Uchiha doesn't even bother to listen to anything else. The only thing overwhelming his mind in that moment is you and his child and he feels the dark and intense rage growing every second as he hunts the bounty hunters down. They are not prepared when he attacks in the middle of the night as soon as he has spotted their silhouttes and they are entirely caught off-guard as he slaughters all of them. From the information they managed to squeeze out of you, they knew that you were connected to one of the Akatsuki but nothing could have prepared them from the monster of a man murdering every single one of them without even caring what they have to say. It is a brutal scene as only you and the silver moon shining in the sky remain the only witnesses to the terribly incident that happens on that night. You're left in tears after everything you just saw yet Obito is instantly smothering you with sickly sweet affection despite their blood staining his face and body.

🔥He cranks up the clinginess and affection to a whole new level after that incident. He only grows to hate the world even more as it nearly took the most precious people in his life away from him. From that day on you truly don't get any break from him though as he is with you from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, never straying away from his touches once. Zetsu knows better than to ever ask of him to abandon your side for a short moment again unless he wants to risk being attacked by Obito again. It is quite exhausting mentally for you though with all of the isolation, especially now that you are expecting. Obito on the other hand continues feeding you with poisoned honey to make you forget about all of the worries and help you focus on what is most important right now. He gets quite giddy when both of you start speculating that you might carry twins and the speculations are proven to be true when you give birth to two little girls who almost make him want to cry with how precious they are.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂Shisui has never been exceptionally focused on the prospect of having children of his own yet as the years have gone by, more and more people from his own clan have been asking him this question time and time again. He himself has given it a lot more thought recently but he seeks your own opinion about it as well. He would like having a kid or two of his own but it is no urgent need of his. The pregnancy has been a decision both of you have agreed to though and he has been doing some preparations since. He has arranged some time he will have for himself and will spend with you as soon as you are in your last few weeks and he is actively praying that nothing will happen that would force him to abandon your side. At the same time he is initially very much careful to only tell a few trusted individuals to prevent the news leaking out and so that everyone in his clan finds out. Itachi is one of the first people who finds out and Itachi is one of the few people he wholeheartedly trusts around you as well.

🍂He is on a mission with the Anbu when the urgent message arrives him and it is the first time that he has abandoned a mission as quickly as he did as he knows what is more important to him in that moment. He will deal with the consequences later. He heads back to the Leaf Village and any critic anyone could want to give him for throwing his current mission away dies down the moment they take a look at his Sharingan as there is a cold and chilling rage around him. Apparently a team has already been dispatched to find you and as soon as he has figured out where they suspect your current location to be, he is leaving the village once again. The icy rage brooding inside of him is not one that lashes out on others though which allows him to be fairly composed as he is quickly catching up to the team already sent out to save you from the people who have abducted you. Eventually he can sense them in front of him and a little while later he has caught up to them.

🍂A few of them are quite astonished to see Shisui there. Itachi, who was also away with the Anbu but returned sooner to the village and insisted on being made part of the mission, isn't nearly as surprised. He is hastily informed of everything that he should know before he takes charge of everything as he is one of the most experienced and skilled shinobi in the team. He quickly gathers everything he needs to know by capturing one of the guards close to the hideout and putting him under a genjutsu before they proceed with the mission. It is sneaky, quiet and for that all the more deadly as no one knows what is going on as person after person is silently assassinated. There is little to no commotion which catches you all the more by surprise when Shisui suddenly enters the cell you have been kept in with a familiar grin on his face to give you a sense of security. He tells you though that he would like you to close your eyes and to trust him as he leads you outside to spare you from the sight of slashed throats and puddles of blood.

🍂Shisui ultimately escapes all criticism and backlash he could have received from the council as well as some members of the Uchiha clan. Mainly because of his talent but also because the icy ire that overcomes him whenever someone even suggests that his job as an Anbu is more important than your life and the life of his twins, as both of you have recently found out, makes it for everyone around him hard to breathe as they soak in this cold wrath of his. Itachi feels a lingering sense of guilt for having been also away at the time of your abduction and so Shisui and him try to arrange it that one can be with you when the other one is on a mission. It's better to be safe than sorry again after all. Shisui's prayers seem to be heard as he is able to spend the last few weeks of your last trimester with you without anything grand happening that would require his skills. So he is able to be with you when your water breaks and is able to witness the birth of his two sons.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡A child and a family has been something Itachi has given up on ever since he took the responsibility of slaughtering his entire clan and joining the Akatsuki. He doesn't try to dwell on any what-if-situations as they are merely distracting daydreams he could never have for himself anymore. Yet you have made him prone to the occasional daydreams again, an ability he thought he had buried. It is a short and blissful spark of imagination yet he wants it to stay that way. As only an imagination. Yet destiny fulfills him a silent yearning that Itachi has forbidden himself to indulge in when you admit to him that you think that there is a possibility that you might be pregnant. You see his normally stoic and calm face being overtaken by a troubled and worried expression before he quickly smooths his expression as he pushes everything down. Suddenly you feel self-conscious about the pregnancy and Itachi senses your growing distress. He takes you in his arms, promises you that he isn't mad and that both of you will find a way to make it work.

🍡Yet there are challenges littered all along the way as even you know that his life isn't really suited for a baby. He belongs to the Akatsuki, he has a high bounty on his head and he is sometimes gone for weeks to do a mission. There is so much to figure out still and then the final drop finally causes the barrel to overflow when bounty hunters track the house down as they have collected hints that one of the Akatsuki has recently been seen around the area. All of that happens whilst Itachi has been forced to go on another mission, very reluctant though with your current situation. He returns nearly two weeks later and that despite having actually hurried up to finish the mission faster than normally. Even Kisame has noticed that there is something that bothers him. His heart turns to ice, coldness filling his veins as he can find old traces of a fight in the cottage and knows what must have happened. It's like someone put the burden of the entire world on his shoulder as a feeling of helplessness creeps upon him.

🍡Itachi completely disappears for a while to the point where not even Kisame knows where he is. Nights are spent chasing after every little hint that he can grasp and as time passes on, Itachi finds himself growing colder and ruthless in his methods as he slowly feels like someone gnaws away his sanity. He has to do this all by himself with no one to rely on yet sleepless nights and restless days eventually lead him to find the bounty hunters who have taken you and who have imprisoned you ever since. Maybe it is the fact that he has experienced incredible amounts of silent stress and grief for so many days or maybe it is the fact that he hears how they talk so condescendingly about you and dismiss your pregnancy that leads him to suddenly snap but whatever is the reason, the results are terrifying. They can't even blink nor scream before they are dead, the short look of terror in their eyes the only thing Itachi allows himself to enjoy before he rushes to your side.

🍡Guilt and paranoia cling to his skin for the following months which leads him to cling more to you. Despite your condition being ultimately fine aside from mild injuries and malnourishment, it is safe to assume that both of you have gotten quite scared from the whole ordeal. You seek Itachi equally as much out which results in both of you to stick together a lot more prior to the whole abduction from the bounty hunters. Itachi could have enjoyed this more if it wouldn't have been the result of such a traumatising experience for the both of you. He has to find a new place for you to stay in now that the old house has been found once and his guilt only increases for having to put you through all of this despite having just been imprisoned for weeks. He knows that the Akatsuki would never tolerate him skipping missions so he is fully prepared to leave a shadow clone with you even if it will cost him energy and half of his chakra. It is a difficult situation but he knows that he'll do absolutely everything to find a way to make it work when his beautiful daughter is born.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙You have always sort of known that Sasuke would eventually bring up the topic of children with you but it happens sooner than you would have expected it to happen. Sasuke will have at least one child and that isn't even up for debatte but he wants you to want it too since his child deserves attentive parents who will raise them and so he tries to coax you into the idea in hopes that you will at least agree somewhat to it all. He starts searching for a house to settle in as soon as he starts actively trying for a baby with you and he finds one at the same time that he also senses that everything has worked and that you carry his child. It is a strange sensation for him to actually settle down since he hasn't felt anything remotely close to a domestic life ever since both of his parents died. Despite the struggles he sometimes has, he is much more dedicated to you and the growing baby as he sees it through that you never stray more than a few feet away from him.

💙Just as he was about to gain some sort of peacefulness about his new life, something happens that instantly causes him to relapse for a moment to the violent rage he felt in his younger days. Someone took you whilst he went out to town to arrange a doctor for you and left you at home because you weren't feeling so well with your morning sickness. This is no ordinary feat and he can only assume that this person must have planned all of this already for quite some time which begs the question of how long they have been keeping an eye out for him. There is no time to admire them though as they will be dead very soon. He instantly goes on a hunt as he reveals the side of him that he never fully let go and that will never die. Whoever kidnapped you was rather sneaky and smart in hiding their traces but with two different dojutsu, battle experience and an unmatched ruthlessness they can only enjoy the fruit of their labor for a short while before they are inevitably found.

💙You share the terror with your abductor as both of you have a bonding experience when Sasuke quietly appears in the place. Both of his eyes are quickly scanning you to gain a first impression on how your condition is before they settle on the person next to you. The brief glimmer of worry in his eyes completely vanishes as he glares at them, his gaze unnerving and so cold that even you feel chills from it. In a measly attempt born out of pure desperation, they try to threaten your own life. A sickening crack is heard as Sasuke appears next to them in less than the blink of an eye and breaks their arm that held a kunai threateningly to your belly. You hear him briefly mutter to you to look away with barely suppressed rage in his voice and the only thing you can do is to squint your eyes and try to blend out the short anthem of pain and screams that occur before they die down. You still refuse to open your eyes as you are already feeling nauseous enough. Sasuke guides you outside again before telling you that you can open your eyes again.

💙He immediately sends a message so that the doctor from a nearby town can visit and examine your condition. Luckily for you and everyone else they deem that nothing serious has happened and that the fetus as well as you should be fine with enough care and rest. Only the devil knows what Sasuke would have done if anything would have happened. He has learned a lesson the hard way though as he from that day on doesn't stray away from your side anymore at all. He either takes you with him if you are feeling well enough, since exercise and fresh air is important, or he stays at home with you if you shouldn't feel too well. He kind of settles in the more he embraces the idea of his incoming fatherhood as months fly by and you grow heavy with his first child. He sends a message to the doctor as soon as your water breaks and you start feeling the contractions coming in. You spent painful hours laboring before you finally give birth to a little girl who fills his heart with pride and love.

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xxaraaq · 4 months

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙚

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Synopsis | Alicent is a Godly woman who's morals stand high above everything else. She's given everything she's supposed to to the realm. She is so selfless, so fucking her husbands brother is the one thing she can keep to herself, right?

Word count | 1.5k

cw | Infidelity, spoken violence, corruption?

Authors note | Hi y'all. I know I haven't posted in literally the longest time ever but if I'm being honest I've been fighting with life it up until about a week ago it was beating my ass. Anyways, I'm back now, and I hope that this will make up for it, enjoy! Not edited.

She is a good queen.

That’s what she thinks to comfort herself whenever the regrets of her past set in. She has done her duty to the realm, giving birth to formidable sons and a beautiful daughter. She did what she was supposed to do, she just happened to do it with the wrong man.

No one could blame her for her choices. Her husband, a now senile, miserable old man who had no romantic love for her, failed in his role as her source of comfort. Once Rhaenyra went off and fucked her uncle in a brothel, she felt as though she had no true friends, no real allies.

No one except you.

You were the youngest of you, Viserys, and Daemon. Meaning that you had no real responsibilities. You had close to if not no chance of inheriting the iron throne, and you accepted it. Instead of struggling futilely trying to climb your way up the line of succession, you sat back, kicked your feet up, and enjoyed the life of a royal, of a Targaryen.

With you and Alicent being so close in age, you only being four years her senior, she found it easier to converse and jest with you compared to her husband and virtually everyone else around her. You were light hearted, a companion she often sought the company of. And even though her fathers concern grew about the influence you have on her that grows with each passing day, she paid it no mind. After all, she was the queen, and no one could tell her no.

It was the day the ‘rumors’ spread about Rhaenyra that you swooped in. Exhausted, you were the first person she went to to deliver the news.

“Your sister has ruined almost any chance she has at marrying a suitable lord.” Alicent huffs, pacing back and forth around the room. You chuckle, amused by the entire ordeal. “She is a princess, maiden or not, my brother will surely find a wealthy husband for my niece.” You say, trying to ease her nerves. It obviously doesn’t help, her looking at you like you have two heads. “This is nothing to joke about. Your niece might run your entire house into ruin with the horrid accusations circling about. Have you no care in what happens?” She yells, desperate to get you to understand her frustration in it all. “Accusations? Alicent, my closest friend, you are no fool. You and I both know she fucked my brother in a whorehouse. You can speak freely with me, I promise you that.” You stand from your chair, making your way towards her. You love your niece and brother, but you’re also not one to deny the truth.

A tear slips from her eye, the stress of it all pouring down on her. “Oh, my dear, don’t cry.” You cup her face in your rough hands. A chill runs down her spine, something she’s never felt before. The look you have in your eyes is not what she’s seen from you before. Your eyes are dark, a smirk on your face that means nothing but trouble.

“You are a good woman, I must say. A loyal wife, an obedient daughter, a great friend. You never fail to be there to fulfill the needs and wants from others around you. But what about your needs, hmm?” You ask, tone sultry with an emotion she can’t pinpoint. “I-I don’t understand what you mean.” She stutters, growing shy from your demeanor. “You know what I mean, Alicent. When’s the last time you’ve truly felt fulfilled? Rhaenyra is too busy chasing after Daemon like a lost pup to spend time with you. Your husband is still stuck on Aemma even though he’s the reason she passed on in the first place, God's rest her soul. And your father, as much as he may love you, sees you as nothing more than a tool. I am the only one who has genuine intentions for you. The only things I care about ensuring is your well-being and happiness. A life full of not knowing what it’s like to be pleasured and to bring pleasure is not one worth living.”

She knows that you mean this deep down in your heart, and that makes her want to give in all the more. ‘We can’t, what if someone finds out?” She asks, fear covering her features. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Who would be so impudent as to try and tell the King that his youngest brother is fucking his wife?” You say.

She thinks for a second, then two, then three. “I’m… I’m not certain that having an affair would be for the best.” She says, backing away until she hits the edge of a table. “Let me show you what I could do for you, please? If you don’t like it, just say the word and I’ll never make an advance again, I promise this to you.” You almost plead, desperation laced through every word you speak. You have to have her, you’re sure you’ll die if you don’t.

Her silence fills the room, making your heart beat all the more harder. You almost dropped to your knees to thank the Gods for having you in their favor the moment she nodded her head yes. It was slow at first, a kiss on the neck, a light caress on her thigh, but then you stopped holding back, and you took her to that table in a matter of minutes. You held your hand to her mouth, trying to keep her as quiet as possible as you fucked into her tight cunt with a fervor you’ve never felt before. Everything about her drove you crazy as you corrupted her. The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, the way she so futilely used her hand to try and push you from her as your thick cock plowed through her.

Your secret relations kept on through the years, past the birth of Ageon and the rest of the children. The both of you knew that all four of them were yours, words not needed to be spoken to know that you were the one to sire the king's heirs and not the king himself.

As everyone grew, so did the tensions concerning the birth of your niece's sons. You had to laugh when you first saw Jace’s brown tufts of hair. How could she be so transparent about her infidelity? It was Rhaenyra’s actions that truly caused the hatred to stir within Alicent. You knew as well as everyone else that it was only a matter of time before things grew too large to keep a blind eye to it all.

The day that Aemond was maimed was one that nobody could ever forget. It was truly just a blurry haze of squeaky voices, deep insults, and the sound of a sheathed blade. The royal blood that covered the pavement that night would never be forgotten. You were the one that escorted the queen back to her room that night, providing an environment where her tongue could be as loose as need be. You shut the door, the creakiness that shows its age filling the silence. “That vile woman and her, her…” She couldn’t even get the words out, she was so furious. “Bastards? Say it Alicent, we all know it to be the truth.” You say, leaning against the stone wall. She groans, hand running over her face as she goes back to her habit of pacing the room. “The king is so shielded by the love he has for her, he can’t even see the vile things she has done.” She says, pupils so dilated with rage she can’t see straight. “Must I remind you that we are in the same boat as her, only that her’s has started to sink while ours stays afloat?” You say, quick to point out the sins she has also committed. The words catch in her throat, taken aback by your sudden correction. “Are you taking her side?” Her voice trembles with stress as she picks at her nail beds. “Do you not remember how I to this day sneak into you room through secrets passageways to fuck you to sleep every night? How I’ve filled your womb with so much seed I’ve impregnated you four times? Or have you forgotten how all our children are bastards as well?” You say, your voice sarcastically sweet as you grip her waist, pulling her backside flush to her chest. You lay kisses on her neck and shoulders, soothing her tenseness almost immediately. “What happened to our son is a tragedy that may never be avenged. But as he said, the reward for losing his eye was much greater than the pain he suffered.” You whisper in her ear.

She is a good queen, she thinks to herself.

She is a good queen, even as she lets you fuck her up against the bed posts, mouth cover by your calloused hands once more to keep her muffled sounds of ecstasy hidden from the outside world

-Nene

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ineffabletargtowers · 4 months

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Burning

Summary: You comfort your husband after he endures a stressful day

Content: NSFW, angst, smut, bath sex, chronic pain, riding

Words: 1.7K

Note: I have been made aware of the fact that my work is similar to that of @venmondiese. Though I had my initial idea because of an entirely different source, I would like to acknowledge the similarities between our stories and credit her fantastic writing as having provided inspiration for my own.

The faint pricking sensation that had bothered the left side of his face that morning had been a warning, not a challenge to overcome. His eye socket now burned viciously, sporadic twitches birthing a searing pain which made the old wound feel fresh. Aemond shouldered his way into his chambers, well aware of his uncharacteristically clumsy entrance. “Get out,” he snarled, glaring at the three servants inside who had evidently just finished drawing his nightly bath. “All of you, get out.”

He didn’t even wait to see if they left, trusting that they feared him enough in this moment to obey without hesitation. Removing his clothes was an ordeal, particularly with the black spots dancing across his vision. After what felt like an eternity, he finally clambered into the tub of steaming water, only for a particularly painful spasm of his cheek to remind him that he had forgotten to get the ointment the maesters had prepared for his eye. Still, the pain in his head was vicious enough that he feared he would be sick if he were to get out of the tub.

Just as he resolved to steel himself before attempting to reach the ointment, the door to his chambers opened and someone stepped inside. Even though he was furious at whatever servant had disturbed him, he reluctantly acknowledged that now was not the opportune moment to send away whoever it was.

Aemond closed his eye and gritted his teeth before speaking, silently cursing both the merciless throbbing in his head and his bastard nephew. “On the vanity,” he began stiffly, “there is an ointment from the maesters. Fetch it at once.”

He listened to the sound of footsteps moving towards the vanity and then drawing nearer until they stopped beside the tub. He raised a hand out of the water, gesturing for the ointment. “That will be all.”

“You may dismiss your servants as you see fit,” you said quietly, “but you will not dismiss me.”

Aemond’s eye snapped open as he sat up hurriedly, wincing as pain raced across his face. You evidently noticed his grimace and slowly knelt behind the tub, your fingers working quickly but gently to undo the clasp of his eyepatch.

Once the leather was set aside, Aemond felt the urge to command you to avert your gaze, not wishing to disturb you should you gaze upon the mangled remains of his eye. However, as he made to speak, you brought a finger to his lips. “None of that,” you said softly. “Relax, my love. Let me care for you.”

He sat stiffly as you collected some on the ointment on your fingertips before gently applying it to his scarred flesh. Your touch was cool, a tender caress that was far kinder than anything the hideous scar had ever felt. Sweet relief spread across his face as the burning began to abate, replaced by a numb tingling sensation. He let out a breath he was unaware he had been holding, slowly reclining so that he could rest against the side of the tub as you set the ointment down.

“Thank you,” Aemond said quietly. “I am sorry that you had to witness that.”

You loosened the scrap of leather that held his hair off of his face and discarded it as you reached for a vial of gel. “There is no need for you to apologize.”

He wanted to protest, but found himself unable to speak as you began to massage the gel into his damp hair. A strange sense of peace began to overtake him as he took slow, measured breaths and soaked in the hot water. He decided it was calming, resting here with you gently washing his hair. Still, he felt that your demeanor was far too pleasant for the likes of him, though he was amazed at your apparent talent for cooling his temper and guiding his anger in more rational directions.

Now that the overwhelming pain in his head had dulled, he became aware of various contusions and aches across his body, evidence of his poor showing in the training yard that morning. As though you knew what was on his mind, you quietly cleared your throat. “Do you wish to talk about what transpired today?”

It was not in his nature to open up, to share what he thought. He had a tendency to bottle up whatever he felt or experienced until he lashed out in anger, a rather fair response given the lack of justice he had been dealt throughout his life.

But there is something about you, his lovely wife, that reassures him. And so, as you rinse his hair, he tells you everything, from the way he had woken up with a dull, prickly feeling in his head to the way it had evolved into a horrifying, searing pain after he had tried to push through it. His attempts at reading had been slow and irritating, his form in the training yard weak and sloppy. His disaster of a day had culminated in learning that his half-sister and her brood of bastards might visit soon. Upon hearing the news, he had surrendered to the spasms of pain that were wracking his face and stormed off to his chambers.

When he finished, you moved to sit beside the tub, your fingertips gently stroking the surface of the water. For the first time, he noticed that your hair was free of its daily pins, instead hanging loosely around your face. Your nightgown was styled in an appealing manner, the cut of the gown ensuring that it fit your form nicely and accented your breasts. He became acutely aware of warmth blooming in his chest and stomach as he ran his eye over your figure, his gaze lingering on the lovely, unblemished column of your neck.

To his delight, you evidently noticed his approval of your garment, smiling teasingly as you removed your hand from the water and stood up. “Do you see something which you like?”

Aemond hummed his assent, arousal pooling in his stomach as his cock stirred to life at the sight of you. His breath hitched as you slowly undid the ties which secured your nightgown, his lips curling into a smile as the fabric pooled at your feet. He made to rise from the tub, fully intent on taking you to bed and making love to you for the duration of the night. To his surprise, you placed both of your hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him in place as you stepped into the hot water. His cock throbbed as you gazed at him through hooded eyes and straddled his lap.

This was a new side to you, a sharp and seductive attitude which he had not seen before. He was used to your calming, sweet manner, a gentle contrast to his burning temper. But now, he noticed flickers of intensity in your lust-blown eyes. He groaned quietly as one of your hands slipped underwater and wrapped around his cock, your hips rising as you lined the tip up with your slick entrance. Your lips barely brushed his own as you slowly sank down on him, your gentle gasp echoing through the room.

Finally, after a sweet, torturous eternity, you were fully seated on him. He always relished the feeling of being inside of you, enjoying both the closeness it brought the pair of you and the pleasure that came with being enveloped in your tight heat. However, there was something different about having you on top of him, gazing into his eye and bracing yourself with your palms on his chest as you began to rock your hips.

Your back arched as your movements became more assured, breathy whimpers escaping your lips as you slowly fucked him. Aemond brought his hands to your waist, guiding your movements as the telltale coil of arousal began to tighten in his stomach. Your eyelids fluttered as he began to thrust his hips upwards in tandem with the way you rolled your hips, and he was struck anew by how utterly beautiful you were. A light sheen of sweat glistened on your skin; he suspected it was from both physical exertion and the heat of the water. Your quiet moans were exquisite music to his ears as you rode him harder, your expression beautiful and desperate as you chased your pleasure.

The water at the surface of the tub sloshed about as Aemond pulled you closer, groaning as your walls fluttered around him, a telltale sign that you were close to falling apart for him. His breathing was labored as he brought his lips to your neck, mouthing along your exposed flesh and gently marking you. You moaned quietly and tried to bring a hand between your legs, much to his irritation. He quickly brought his hand to the little nub at the apex of your thighs, rubbing fast circles where he knew you needed it most as he thrust into you harder.

You cried out loudly and collapsed against his chest as your cunt tightened around him, the coil in his stomach unwinding as he fucked you full of his seed. The feeling of your trembling body in his arms as you peaked for him was exquisite, a glorious sight which only he would ever be privileged enough to see.

Several moments later, you slowly sat up, looking at him so softly that he feared once more that his temper was so terrible that he was undeserving of you. You brought your hands to his face, your fingers gently caressing his scar. You kissed him tenderly, warmth blooming in his chest at the sensation of your lips on his own.

When you finally pulled back, he was surprised to see your eyes burning with a dangerous anger. “Someday, that bastard will pay for what he did to you,” you said, your voice a lovely, deadly quiet. “I am sorry that that day has not yet come to pass.”

Aemond felt a strange, intoxicating fire in his chest at your words. Perhaps he had misjudged you all this time, seeing only your calm and never knowing that you could burn just as fiercely as any dragon. “I love you,” he murmured, pulling you close once more, his lips curling into a smile as he considered the alluring prospect of burning for eternity with you by his side.

#my writing #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon

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kombuuuu · 1 year

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miles deflecting is so GOOD he makes me ILL!!!!!! i love ur writing <3 do u think we cld have like a short continuation 4 it?

Deflecting on you.

42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“Would you hurt me?” “Never again.”

continuation to this C:

im infecting people with the 42!Miles propaganda cough cough 🗣️ ly2 pookie (also this is definitely not short)

A few days had passed now, and Miles had stayed his previous level of civil, bordering caring, with you.

He wasn’t glad with how easy he had let the two other kids get off. But when they were reduced to cowering forms in darkened corners whenever he was around, it brought a pinch of justice, pride to his chest. Although, James had a rather decent punishment, in his opinion.

Word had gone around that he’d gone insane, smashed his head against a desk in an old , deserted classroom until he’d passed out. Mangled his own skull, intended to stab someone, but couldn’t get up from the damage to his own self.

A tip to the cops surveying the scene, and the rumour was spread a little wider.

He had been wary with you, from the moment you both sat staring at the city life below you, in his bed.

In his room, his house with his Ma just outside. The domesticity of the moment making the ache in his lungs suffocate his heart. Squeezing and pumping out as much blood as it could, heart rate trying to keep up with the lack of air.

He’d thought back to it too often in the mere days since occurrence for him to simply brush it off, but he sure tried.

—

He tapped the rubber of his pencil along his desk, staring at the page below him. The words being said had been drowned out by his racing mind, something he fully knows would get him in trouble eventually for “lack of effort”. But it was maths, there wasn’t a single thing being told that he didn’t already know.

What had his current attention, was the faint sketch of you on his gridded paper. He hadn’t meant to draw it, he’d just—, spaces out and it was there when he snapped back.

Now he was at a standstill with himself, use the currently tapping eraser to get rid of the drawing, or live with the faint lines hidden between pages. It was obvious, rub it out. But the thing, the most difficult aspect—,

—Was how utterly gorgeous the drawing was.

How your hair framed the page, the shape of your eyes being shaded in led. The soft look you’d given him that night being practically pulled from his mind and placed on the cheap paper. He’d recreated it perfectly, he could feel the apprehension, the uncertainty.

But despite how bitter those words sounded, uncertainty was still consideration.

You were considering him. Not as an enemy, or a nuisance — as a stranger.

You can get to know a stranger.

You can get to know him.

Miles closed his eyes and groaned under his breath, rolling eyes at the hope rising in the back of his neck.

He flicked to the next page, promising to never open to it again.

If it ended up cut out of his book, folded neatly and stuffed in the hidden latch of his desk drawer, no one but him would know.

—

You hadn’t forgive him, of course you hadn’t — you’re not that naïve.

He hurt you, cause you an entire season of torment, sleepless night and stress filled days.

You tried to stay quiet, like you always had. Passing by crowds unnoticed and surfing under the noise with a cotton stuffed ear.

And he’d started a ruining of that.

Trying not to draw attention to yourself, despite him so clearly trying to put you in spotlight.

This whole ordeal was a domino effect from that damn kaleidoscope, and he was just another finger flicking the next tile.

Until he wasn’t.

And he’d near killed a man for you. Taken care of you, feared for your life.

He’d found you, from nothing but a gut feeling.

The way he would stare now, was less vindictive. His gaze no longer that of anger but of a man conflicted. Like he couldn’t tell what to think of you.

You lay over your ruffled sheets, quilt and bedding under you to not overheat yourself. You window was wide open, airing out your humid room. The soft sway of leaves sprouting from the vines crawling over your building was pleasant. Digging their roots in the crevices of your window sill like Miles had been digging into the crevices of your mind.

You put a hand over your head, stretching your back up and listening the the crack that came from it.

Dropping back down and huffing, you continued to watch your ceiling in mild disinterest, trying desperately to reach the essence of sleep, and let the way Miles’ lips curled into a smirk fall from your mind.

He hadn’t realised it, but his small rebuttal to your teasing that night in his room had made a permanent statement in your head, no longer able to forget about it.

“No, just you —,” Your mind hadn’t cared to supply the rest.

Every single thing about that scarring night had burned its way into your temporal lobe. Like giving it a searing kiss with memory stained lipstick.

A small clicking had caught your attention, like fingernails tapping glass. The clinks were rhythmic, had the coordination of a spiders legs.

Your focus on the plain ceiling was now broken, a curiosity replacing it.

You approached the open window without caution, Moonlight spilling through the glossy panes. Placing your hands on the sill, you leaned forward, and felt the small rush of wind over your shoulders, the breeze cooling your heated face. An urge to close your eyes and take it in almost over-reigned that new curiosity, but your self preservation thought better of it. Checking left and right either side as if someone was going to be waiting right there for you. Because that was a completely rational and not at all ludicrous thought. You scoffed to yourself, glancing at the skyline with glistening eyes before turning and heading back inside, to finally — maybe, fall asleep.

—

Miles released a quiet breath, braids swaying from his suspended position hanging from a rooftop. Your rooftop, of your building—.. Where he was watching you. It was coincidence, really. That somehow, running from guys he stole a cure his Momma needed for a patient from. And when grappling from building to building, using clips and hooks and zip lines to get away from them, he’d stumbled into your street.

He’d lie to himself and say it was just the street his Ma’s favourite Paella was made, but the one time he’d seen you, exhausted from school—, drag yourself into an apartment across the street from that very place..

His opinion hadn’t changed, so to speak. But there was an added motive, that’s it.

And he’s hiding, it’s not his fault if your apartment is high up. Or his need to see you is growing at alarming rates, or his heart was beating so loud in his ears that he hadn’t heard you approach the window.

So when your fingers had softly scraped along the sill of your window, he’d pulled himself above you — and prayed you wouldn’t look up.

You hadn’t, thankfully.

He’d watched the way your skin had shone under the city lights, your features illuminated and accentuated by the chaos the streets. You were so unbothered—, so calm, even amidst everything he (and everyone else) had put you through.

Like a stubborn stone keeping the whole wall from collapsing.

His admiration for you had grown, not only from the past months — which he realises is slightly sadistic — but from your tenderness that had only lasted mere minutes. Even the glimpse of a softer you, not the one covered in a satiated rage, hands squeezing lemons until the bitterness dripped not from the fruit broken skin, but from your own. The sting of acid only making your bloodied finger feel more justified.

Not that.

What he saw was a woman free of woes, no need to split her skin when her heart was already so vulnerable.

And he craved for a mere glimpse of that again.

Like old, your anger had satisfied him. Gave him those doses of you he’d fiend for, and had excited him to no end. Now, he’s found something stronger.

He can’t let you go.

He watches you scoff at yourself, his mask retracting from his face. You look towards the city’s edge one last time before turning and making your way back inside.

He sighs, adjusting his position on the buildings ledge, and grabs the waterspout running the side of the building, crawling back to the shadows.

His claws clink, like nails tapping glass.

—

There wasn’t a day of peace in the last fortnight.

You were still suffering the effects of your previous injuries. People knowing that something had gone down between you and James, seeing as he hadn’t showed up in two weeks. And the near-healed bruises on your face were a well indicator of your involvement.

So when you stumbled upon Keith, someone you’d basically owed your still-intact-body too, scrambling out of an alley. Bloodied and bruised, nose broken and face almost as busted as your was that day. Safe to say you weren’t exactly confused to what was happening.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours almost eerily fast, the blood from his nose coating his teeth a deep crimson. A sick chill ran down your spine and you stumbled back. A wet gasp for breath was heard, diverting your attention towards its gruesome origin.

Turning your body towards the darkened alley, vision blurring at the edges. Your breath escaped you.

Keith had started speaking, and over the ringing in your ears he’d begged for your forgiveness, scraping his knees while he clawed to get away from his friends continuous spluttered coughing.

“What—..”

Mathew was lying on the floor, avidly trying to protect himself using only his bare hands. While a figure you could only see the back of punched in a strict, repeated pattern — like they’d done this before.

“Miles?”

The man whipped his head towards you, blood dripping down a cut on his cheekbone, and a snarl over his face.

Said contortion quickly smoothened out, a rather *confronted look replacing it.

Keith was long gone by now, having dragged his bloodied body away from whatever mess you were now a part of.

“Chiquita, don’t freak out.”

The way your lungs seemed to refuse oxygen kind of refuted that command.

You were frozen still, eyes stuck on the barely conscious body beneath the subject of your recent intrigue.

Mathew was barely recognisable, eyes puffed up in bruises and bloodied flesh. Miles had taken near no damage compared to the other men.

“[Name], c’mon.” He was getting up now, shuffling off his opponent with a tone of apprehension.

Only when his movement shifted your frozen eyes, did you see the key details you’d missed.

Braids, Nikes, Jacket, Collar, Claws.

A spray painted logo you’d only ever seen one man branding.

The Prowler.

"No te precipites, Ma."

“Don’t act rash, Ma.”

Right as the endearment left his mouth, you turned on your heel and ran.

"[Name], Por dios — quedate aquí."

“[Name]! Oh my god — stay there.”

He waved nonchalantly to the definitely not-going-anywhere boy on the floor. Shifting his foot back and jumping at a wall, claws digging in and gripping the ledge to the roof, swinging himself over it and keeping the momentum in a run.

Darting through corner stalls and confused pedestrians, you tripped over yourself to get away.

A strong, persistent mantra of ‘Holy fuck.’ was circling through the forefront of your mind, and yet everything else was hyper aware.

Not a fault in your step as your grace seemed to come out in times of dire panic, like a dancer following their cues, every movement made around you was an instructors yell.

You turned into the alley leading to your apartment, a shortcut, when you heard someone drop down behind you. You spun around, fast enough to dizzy yourself, and gave one look to the neon mask of the vigilante before going to run again. A small noise of panic escaped your shaking form.

“No corras, por favor!”

“Don’t run, please!”

Your heart beat fast, reaching the door to your apartment complex, swiping your key card and launching yourself inside, the scuffle of shoes being heard just outside the slammed shut door.

“Please, [Name], let me in. We can talk this out, Ma.”

Miles begged, knocking on the complexs’ back door.

"They were gonna jump you, [Name].”

“I don’t believe you.”

Your voice came out shaking, confused and *scared. You’d known he’d been capable of violence. It was adamant in the way he wouldn’t flinch at a hit, or the scars that coated his exposed skin.

But this? A man who’s killed people? Who was going to do it again had you not been a witness.

“I—“ You whined, voice giving out and tears finally breaking the surface of your waterline. “I’ve seen you—,” The back of your head hit the metal door and you sobbed silently. “,—On the news.”

Outside the thin steel, Miles sighed, guilt weighing his chest down heavy. He got sloppy, and paid the price. His anger, rage toward these men. And what they’d planned to do to you — he’d say it was justified. You’d say it was monstrous.

“You kill people, Miles.”

His heart broke at the tone of your voice, the quiet sniffles and shortened sobs. The way your voice cracked and broke under the pressure of your open heart.

“Ma, I—“

“I don’t wan’ hear it.”

His hands rest on the cooled metal, forehead pressing against it as he sighed.

“Please let me in.”

“I can’t.”

“[Name]. Chiquita, por favor.”

He’d begged, ready to get on his knees and stand out in the 40° (104°) heat, and wait until you opened the door. Even if it took days.

Although,

“I’ll break in.”

“Wha—,” you cut yourself off in a sobbing laugh, rubbing at your tear tracked face. “Miles, That’s not a very good bargaining chip.”

He smiled, closing his eyes and loving the sweetened tone you held. You weren’t scared of him, you were scared of the Prowler.

“‘Made you laugh.”

His accent thickened over the words, dragging them out in a rasping hush. Something only for you to hear.

Your resolve was breaking, lungs slowing to a calmed lull as the adrenaline left your body. You didn’t break though— couldn’t.

“I can’t—,” You looked to the ceiling of your apartment’s ground floor, standing in an empty back room. “,—You’re not good, Miles.”

“You helped them, before.” Your brows furrowed, not of anger, but of betrayed desperation.

“You.. You just watched—“

“I know, baby, I know.”

He opened his eyes again, staring at the door like it had attacked you.

“Go upstairs, yeah?”

“Why—“

“Just go on, Ma.”

You huffed out a slow breath, fight draining from your being. You wanted to yell, to scream at him how wrong of a man he was. How he couldn’t risk everything he had for you, not now. Not as the estranged people you were.

You wanted to show the anger you never could, reach that brink of anguish until you’d finally given him what he’d wanted since your moment of meeting. But he no longer wanted that.

He’d always wanted you to break, now he just wants you.

“Okay.” You were breathless and tired, coerced.

He lifted his head quickly, hands splayed against cooled metal curling into fists, an excitement running through him like that of a promise.

—

A minute later you were opening the door to your apartment, and locking it behind you. Anxiously making your way to your bedroom, worried to see what was inside, When you stepped inside, you weren't exactly surprised when your eyes landed on Miles' face, what had surprised you though — was that he was hanging off your window sill with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Now will you let me in?" His voice muffled through the glass and you breathed out a quick gasp, "You— Miles, get down!"

"Down?" He smirked, letting one of his hands drop from the wooden sill. "Oh my god!"

You rushed towards your window, discarding your phone on your bed carelessly. You slid your window up, as Miles laughed, swaying from his one hand. "Jesus Miles— are you trying to kill yourself?!"

He crawled through and you grabbed his free hand, dragging him inside. "Get—.. get." Giving up on your scolding half way through, you quickly ushered him towards your bed and turned to close your window.

"When you said 'Go up.' I didn't think yo—"

"I'm sorry.'

Your hands were left floating above your windowsill, shaking in still air. Miles had come up behind you, hands resting over your hips, toying with the hem of your shirt. His face lowered towards your ear voice dipping with it.

"I know you're mad— hate me, all that. 'S okay. I know—,"

He slowly moved his arms further around your waist, watching your breath hitch and the feel of your pulse under the blow of his breath.

",—And I'm sorry."

"I don't hate you."

"You don't hate anyone."

You relaxed into his hold, tears brimming forth again.

"You keep—" "Scaring you." "Yeah." He dragged his left hand down, trailing his fingers over the skin of your arms and watching as the bumps rose along your flesh. You were entrancing.

"Are you scared now, Mami?" He grabbed your wrist in a gentle hold, swiping his bloodied thumb over your smooth skin. Your hand twitched, and his thumb stopped.

"No." You flipped your hand into his, linking your fingers together, careful to not agitate his bruises.

"Would you hurt me?" He reciprocated, closing his fist over your own, the flick of pain felt like nothing— not when the aching in his chest was finally being calmed.

"Never again."

—

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