#up next I think is the tease and then the dancing crows

[auroralwriting]

can’t take my charm ౨ৎ

ellie williams x singer!fem!reader

synopsis: you’re jackson’s very lovely performer, every wednesday, friday, and sunday nights performing at the local bar for the whole town. ellie is, as always, enamored with you.

haha yes this is based off of lucy gray from the hunger games.. i have multiple obsessions

“hey, we got ‘bout five minutes till we go on,” your bandmate, claire, said as she stuck her head in the bathroom you resided in. you were adjusting your outfit and hair, making sure you looked perfect.

you hummed for a second, “alright, i think i’m ready.”

“and you look amazing as always,” claire smiled, leading you to the rest of the band.

over the years, tommy helped you gather instruments and other useful things such as your microphone to help you perform. you really owed him.

you grabbed your mic and as you all walked out onto the small, makeshift stage, everyone cheered. you hooked your microphone up to the cord.

“hey, ya’ll!” you say cheerfully into the mic. “how’re we feelin’ tonight?”

applause and whistles followed, and you smiled. “are you ready to hear some music?” again, more applause.

you heard you drummer start counting in as the band began to play. everyone in the crowed started to move, some dancing, some just swaying to the beat while watching you.

you quickly found those perfect eyes staring at you from the bar. that’s where ellie sat, watching you with a smile on her face. you always caught her eye. sometimes you’d talk after your set. she always complimented you. you complimented her. there was a mutual pinning between you both.

“can’t take my charm, can’t take my humor,” you start to sing. everyone starts to cheer as your voice entered. you saw ellie whistle.

“thinkin’ you’re so fine, thinkin’ you can have mine, thinkin’ you’re in control,”

the song ended soon after, cheer and applause erupting.

this next song, well, it was a doosey. your bandmates didn’t take long to catch onto your and ellie’s infatuation with each other. they encouraged you to write a song about it. and here you were, about to perform it for everyone, including her.

“now ya’ll, this next one is somethin’ special,” you begin to say. everyone quiets softly to listen.

“this one’s about someone, someone i feel’s just too special to not have a song,” small cheers erupt.

you nod to your band who slowly starts the song. it didn’t take long for partners to start dancing. it was a good song to do that to.

“everyone’s born as clean as a whistle,” you sing. “fresh as a daisy, not a bit crazy,”

ellie’s eyes pour into your own. you can’t peel yours from hers. your singing directly into her soul.

“this world, it’s dark, this world, it’s scary. i’ve taken some hits, no wonder i’m weary. it’s why i need you. you’re as pure as the driven snow.”

as you sing, jesse sits next to ellie, nudging her. she doesn’t look away from you.

“lover girl’s written you a song, eh?” jesse teases.

“shut up,” ellie remarked softly. she wanted to hear you. she wanted to soak in every word you sang, memorize it and keep it forever.

jesse just smiled and walked back to dina, who couldn’t help but giggle at ellie’s reaction to your song.

it ended with your words, the biggest applause of the night erupting. you give a small bow, not pausing to speak but allowing the band to start playing another upbeat song.

it went on like this for a few sets. once your band ended and a duo went to take your place, you looked at claire nervously.

“girl,” its like she read your mind, “go talk to her. she couldn’t take her eyes off ya.”

you nodded and went into the crowed of people, trying to push through everyone to get to the bar. you could just see it, but it was loud, and everyone was dancing.

suddenly, your hand was captured in someone else’s being dragged to the bar. you knew it was ellie guiding you.

one you emerged from the crowd, there she was. she got up on her seat and patted the one next to her. you sat down and turned your seat to her.

“hey pretty girl,” ellie flirted. “you sounded amazing.”

“thank you, els.” you smiled bashfully.

there was a pause. you wanted to ask her about the song. her song.

“i loved the song,” it was like ellie read your mind. “it was beautiful.”

you looked down, “it’s for you,”

“for me?” ellie teased, “little old me?” she laughed at your embarrassed face. she took your hands in hers. “i loved it, sweets. i wish i could hear it over and over again.”

you shrugged, smiling a little. “then just ask,”

ellie raised an eyebrow at you, and you got the hint. you laughed slightly and leaned closer to her.

“everyone wants to be like a hero,” you sing while laughing with ellie. “the cake with the cream, the doer not dreamer,”

“i fucking love your voice,” ellie smiled. “it’s so beautiful. just like you,”

your face turned bright red at this. “i think your beautiful, too,”

“maybe sometime i can play guitar and you can sing for me,” ellie suggests, nudging you with her shoulder, now incredibly close. legs touching, arms basically touching.

“you play?” you ask as she nods.

“joel taught me,” she smiles.

her fingers find the bottom of your chin, turning your head to face her. neither of you said anything, you didn’t have to. it didn’t take long before her lips were pressed against your own.

“such a little charmer,” ellie teases once you pull away, “feeling me in with a song,”

you laugh, “i already had you before that,”

“yeah,” ellie nods, hand in yours, her thumb rubbing your hand softly, “you did.”

[unadulterated-syd]

ethan landry x gn!reader

synopsis — a funky way of doing dating hcs

this is how i see ethan,, if u don't like it that's okay !! but this is how i'll continue to write him <3

(he's not the killer in any of my fics bc im in denial)

ethan landry, somehow the coolest guy in your eyes whilst also being the biggest loser you'd ever met.

when it came to dating him, it was a total shock. not necessarily that you'd managed to get with him, but more so that he'd had the guts to ask you out.

it started with inviting you to little hangouts, eventually managing to ask you on a real date. though he hadn't even told you it was a "date" inviting you to see a movie with you under the assumption the whole group would be there.

'i heard this movie was sooo good, dude.' you'd mentioned, walking with him as you held your ticket.

'yeah, that's why i wanted to take you..' he hummed nervously, almost fumbling at ever crack in the sidewalk.

only for him to reveal minutes into the previews that it was a date, and that no one else was showing.

'where are they, dude, always late.'

'about that...!'

nonetheless it didn't take him long to win you over, he was a loser but so were you at heart. not to mention the amount of times he'd gone on and on about random things.

rambling all night, with no clear plans for the future. it never mattered who was there, or what about, as long as he talked.

you liked his voice, and he liked yours.

'no way that'd work he'd have to have like come down and unleashed hell or something insane—'

'can you losers shut up, i can feel reddit waiting to swallow me up because of this' mindy shouted from the kitchen of sams apartment.

'shh mindy he's onto something!' you defended, rolling your hand in a gesture to continue as he let a bright smile escape.

or how at parties he wouldn't drink, because he was scared he wouldn't be able to handle it well. he didn't want to get to clingy, or whiney, he knew he'd be like a lovesick puppy.

and when you drank so much that you'd force him to slow dance inside the crowed house— to loud club music.

'y/n...' he protested, as you pressed your weight against him, hollering lyrics he couldn't be bothered to memorize.

'hush, dude, im totally dancing with my boyfriend right now.' you called loudly, over the music.

and some nights you'd sneak up his fire escape, and stay the night as you told him all about your day.

sometimes while you were over you could convince him to let you draw on his hands— as much as he complained his heart jumped whenever chad asked why he was covered in poorly drawn stars.

'my english teacher gave me a 58 on my essay today, i need you to study with me next time.' you sighed, scribbling stars on his knuckles.

'i could write it for you' he hummed, eyes trained on his phone idly, 'unless you wanted to spend time together—'

and when he could be, he was wrapped in your arms. he never really liked to explain himself, and you never asked.

and when he'd drunkily told you it was because you made him feel safe, he was in your arms even when he couldn't be— at work, in class, anywhere. because you wanted him to be safe.

'you don't think im a loser do ya' he slurred, the crown of his head pressed into your collarbone, as he looked up at you.

'no, pretty, i don't' you whispered, your eyes trained forward, watching as chad drunkily took his turn of some dumb guess who game.

'thanks.' he grinned, not looking away from you, 'your like— like a knight or something. keepin me safe..'

'yeah, okay princess.' you teased.

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tags -> none !

send an ask to be added to the taglist + hes not in my character list bc im lazy but send in for him anyway :))

[dulcesiabits]

kindness is the hunter’s trap.

summary: to mhin, the worst thing you could have been is to be kind.

info: 1.3k words, fic, hurt/comfort, introspection/relationship study, depictions of violence and injuries

i. 

Blood trails across the floor to the corner where Mhin sits in a pool of stained cloth and soaked bandages, resolutely pressing a bunched towel against their abdomen.

When you enter the room, they hardly stir except to growl, “Go away.” 

You freeze against the doorway. When Leander had sent you up to check on them, muttering that “you would have better luck than me,” you hadn’t expected to see Mhin like this.

You can see flecks of dried blood in their hair as you step closer, but you can’t tell who– or what– it belongs to. Instead, you hold out the medical supplies in front of you in a placating gesture. “I’m here to help you.”

“I don’t need help,” they hiss. “And I don’t need your concern or pity.”

“I– and your other friends– are just worried about you.”

“I don’t have friends.”

Your patience frays. “How is that my business? You can keep moaning that you’re all alone in the world, but you are bleeding to death. Shut up so I can help you.”

Mhin blinks, but you don’t let them say another word before you sit next to them. They scoot away from you, and you try not to roll your eyes. 

“... The blood flow is slowing,” they say quietly, gingerly lifting the towel up. It’s close enough to a peace offering. When you look at their injury, you try not to gasp. Their wound is a gruesome gash of severed muscle and torn flesh. How are they still conscious? 

For the next few minutes, you do your best to clean and disinfect the wound. To their credit, they don’t wince as you work. You’re no doctor, but it’s obvious Mhin needs stitches, and painkillers, and maybe a miracle on top of that. 

“Maybe you should see Kuras,” you mention as lightly as you can.

“No.” There’s steel in their voice, so you grit your teeth and wrap the bandages as tightly as you can, praying it doesn’t get any worse. If it does, you would drag them to him yourself, willingly or not.

When you’re done, you slump against the wall, exhausted. It’s hard to treat someone when you’re trying to avoid touching them. Your own bandages are stained in blood and specks of flesh. You know you need to get up, clean the blood away and disinfect the area, but you don’t have any strength left.

“... Thank you.” The whispered words are so soft you could almost pass them off as a trick of your tired mind. 

“It would be bad for Leander’s business to let you die here,” you reply sardonically. “Besides, we’re partners, aren’t we? We have to help each other out.”

Mhin doesn’t say anything back, and you wonder what they’re thinking of. You were only a few inches away from them, but it felt like miles. Would you ever be able to cross that distance?

ii.

Paper lanterns festoon the streets, suffusing Eridia in an orange glow. Chatter and laughter drift on the wind, and elaborate cloth masks make monsters of everyone tonight. You and Mhin watch the procession of gaudy costumes, baubles sparkling under the lantern light. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, tilting your head. In the shadows of the alleyway, everything looks so much brighter. When was the last time you indulged in a party?

Mhin shakes their head. “It’s loud. And annoying. They’re going to be up until the early hours of the morning.”

“What are they celebrating?”

Their eyes linger on a man in a crow mask, iridescent feathers cascading down his back. “They’re heralding the end of summer.”

You open your mouth to tease them about their terse reply, but a string quartet bursts into a sudden, lively waltz. Shrieks of joy fill the air as festival goers launch into sudden dance. 

Clasped hands, interlocking steps, and the whirl of colorful silk turns every festival goer into a flame. You tug at the bandages covering your hands, pulling them a bit tighter.

You glance up to see Mhin watching your movements, a slight frown tugging on their face. Your own eyes slide to their lips, before moving away.

“Do you want to dance?” you ask. You’re not sure why; maybe you’re intoxicated on the cheer of the people around you.

“That’s not a good idea.”

You flinch. “Because of my curse, right? Sorry. I–”

“No! It’s not that!” They shake their head, running a hand through their hair. “I didn’t mean… ugh. We can. Just… Raise your hand for a second.”

You comply, and when Mhin brings their hand up to yours, the instinct to back away almost causes you to trip. But Mhin doesn’t touch your hand; instead, their hand hovers inches from yours, palm to palm, so close you can almost taste the heat of their skin. 

“Do you know how to dance?” they say.

“A little. Do you?”

Their silence and reddening ears is answer enough. You smile despite yourself, and the blush spreads to their cheeks.

“Follow my lead,” you say, and lead them into a simple step, making sure to keep your hand in place. There’s not much room in the alleyway, and when the two of you circle around each other, you brush up against soot-stained brick. Still, you can hear the music, and you can see the lanterns, and it’s enough. 

Perhaps when you break both of your curses, you can dance with Mhin under the lights without fear.

iii. 

The most terrifying act a hunter can commit is one of kindness.

Cruelty is too easy to be a choice, but kindness? Kindness is frightening. Kindness lulls people into a false sense of security, makes them forget the blade against their throat or the steel teeth around their leg. 

Your kindness is a trap. Mhin knows this, should know this, but you’ve caught them before they had a chance to run. They would guide your blade against their artery, let it bite into flesh and muscle, let it spill blood.

Mhin is yours. They want to be yours, to be driven into madness by you, to be placed upon the table before you. Bite into them. Devour them, piece by piece. Make it so that the two of you could never be apart.

That’s why. That’s why they could never let you be hurt.

It happens before they can think, a violence as natural as breathing. When they see the soulless towering over you, they leap. Their blades a blur, their mind humming, they cut cleanly through the clawed hand grasping at you, before they then stab into a vital point– once, twice, and again, more than necessary, with so much force the monster’s neck caves in on itself.

It’s messier than they usually are. But, still buzzing from adrenaline, they turn to you. There’s blood on your face, and they grimace, bringing their hand to your face and roughly swiping it away with their thumb. 

“You should have been more careful. How long have you been in this city?” they chastise. They don’t move their hand away. They can’t. 

“Well, I think I’ll be fine as long as I’m with the best hunter in the city,” you joke weakly. “But… um… How long are we going to stand here? Shouldn’t we head back to Kuras’?”

Mhin pulls their hand away as if you’ve burned them, and maybe you have. They clench their hand, trying to keep the tingling sensation of your warmth close to them. 

It’s all your fault. For getting close to them. For taking care of them when they were injured, and for asking them to dance. Because now they were caught in your trap, and they didn’t want to leave, no matter what was to happen. 

[blueywrites]

wildflowers: what if?

a turtle dove & the crow blurb

1940s Farm AU, featuring bsf!neighbor!eddie x fem!reader

I was inspired to write this in part because of this lovely Eddie drawing that was brought to my attention a couple of days ago. I'd describe this little blurb as dark chocolate - a teensy bit bitter, but mostly sweet. enjoy!🌻

this takes place at the very end of the wildflower scene in part two. minor spoilers below! cw: 18+. allusion to sex.

masterlist | playlist - I recommend Honeybee by Mountain Men for this blurb.

The sun has sunk past orange and blue to deep violet and pink, the oaks and hickories now nothing but shadows, signaling that it's time to return home.

Yet, what if it were not?

If there were no need to sneak and hide, you would not look up at the shifting sky and feel compelled to stir from the sea of wildflowers you've been wading in with your beloved. Instead, you would watch the fading light play on the planes of Eddie's face. You would see how the setting sun deepens the honeyed contentment in his umber eyes, how the violet shadows sharpen the angles of his pale features just as they soften the supple curves.

Eddie would cleanse your skin of the remnants of him, wiping away his spend from between your thighs. Now tended by his careful hand, you would settle on your back beside him, basking in your shared contentment. Your skirt and apron would billlow up from your legs, caught playfully by the breeze, dragging against the flowerheads and collecting pollen; the honeybees would dance around you, and you would regard them calmly, at peace with the universe that surrounds you.

If there was no Mama waiting up for you at home, Eddie would lift his arm and point toward the sky, guiding your gaze with his hand and your imaginings with the rasp of his brash voice, weaving patterns for you in the chaos of shadowy clouds. You would listen to his murmuring and nuzzle your nose against his shoulder, breathing in the tang of his sweat, the warm hush of tobacco, and beneath them, the precious musk of petrichor - that summer storm that brews in Eddie's blood and seeps from his pores as if only to tantalize you. You would splay yourself against him comfortably, and as your hair tickles his nose, he would huff and sputter dramatically until you push his face away with teasing, affectionate fingers.

Together, you would make up lives for the cloud creatures drifting across the sky. Miss Mouse dreams of being an actress, he'd propose. Mr. Elephant is running away to Panama to escape the draft, you'd offer. Mr. Hippopotamus needs to clean behind his ears, Eddie tells you. That's not Mr. Hippopotamus, you'd counter, that's Mr. Deer with a bad case of gout.

At that, Eddie would wrinkle his soft nose and laugh - a husky, goofy thing that squeaks brokenly at the height of his amusement, a vestige of his waning boyhood - and you would fall even more in love with him. You would think there is no way to love him more, to let him take up more space behind your ribs than he already does, but somehow, you would find room.

If there was no Pa to sneer at the wild boy next door, you would pluck stems of coneflower and ironweed, offerings of the earth that you select with care. You would lay them out carefully on Eddie's chest in lines of gold and red and indigo, looking at him giddily, and he'd read your girlish intentions in the curve of your lips. He'd huff and groan, protesting that boys don't wear flowers in their hair, but you'd know that secretly, he is pleased to have you adorn him. You'd straddle his waist again, though innocently now, and you would comb your fingers through the soft frizz of his curls, arranging his bangs against his forehead first before patiently working out the tangles in that length of ink spilled across the grass. You'd weave the flowers you'd plucked into the hair above his bangs, creating a line of lushness that blooms and floats on that dark, roiling sea.

If he were not a crow, and you not a turtle dove, Eddie would feel along the powder of those petals when you were done. They'd kiss his roughened fingers like the whisper of a mouse's whiskers, and he'd stroke them with the tip of each one, tentatively exploring what he cannot see. As a blush pinks the apples of his cheeks and spreads to warm his ears, he would look up at you almost shyly, as if perhaps your gaze might be a mirror he could see himself in. Eddie would look at you as if he hopes he truly is as pretty as your adoring eyes tell him he is - so heavy and soft and glassy as you regard him. And when he finds the truth there, he would abandon his blind exploration of the blooms to instead take your face in his broad palms and kiss your lips, dropping his gratefulness and adoration there so tenderly that you'd feel your heart might burst with the welling of sweet joy that floods there.

But Eddie is a crow, and you are a turtle dove. There is a Mama waiting up for you at home, and there is a Pa who sneers at the wild boy next door. There is a need to sneak and hide.

So you must rise from the wildflower field and part from Eddie Munson with lingering glances and yearnings for what could be if only things were different.

Yet, do not fuss, Turtle Dove. You will get these things in time. You need only to wait.

So you will wait. You will wait. You will wait.

And then, my love, by the time the buds awaken again, you will have what you wait for.

You will have it forever.

[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Fight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 3333

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, established relationship, language, sexual tension, mentions/allusions to sex but no actual description of the act, talk of anxiety and self doubt, a kiss of angst, happy ending, 2nd POV, non-descriptive reader, if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: I’m so nervous for this because it felt like it was the first time I had ever written something and words were very hard. But it felt good to have these two together again. There were key points I wanted to have in this part to build up for the next part, so I’m really hope this doesn’t feel all over the place— I read through it a few times and it seems to be where I want it to be but I’m always second guessing myself as always. I’m also making a point to find a song to go along with each piece, this one felt fitting.

Previous / Next / The Beginning Masterlist / Weekends Masterlist

Your nerves had a wonderful way of making you feel, well, nervous.

Standing in line as you slowly made your way up to the entrance of the building, hoping your brain would settle a bit before you saw him.

“Why do you look like you’re about to barf?” Hannah’s voice reminding you that you weren’t alone as you waited.

“Do I look that bad?!” Questioning your appearance and feeling like you might actually throw up now.

“You look fine babe! I’m just teasing you. But you definitely look nervous.”

“Well I am.” Looking down at your feet as the shuffle forward, inching you closer to the ticket handler.

“Why?”

“Because— All the guys are here tonight and — I don’t know, I just want to make a good impression.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You all but snap your neck when you turn to look in her direction, brows pinched together in confusion and shock at her comment.

“You already know all the guys. Plus Frankie will be there. I think they know you well enough now that you don’t have to make a first impression again.”

“Ugh!” You throw your head back as your shoulders drop, knowing Hannah is actually giving you sage advice. “You’re right. I guess just being there as Frankie’s girlfriend and hoping things don’t get weird for him, just has me going all worst case scenarios. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I do. But if Frankie didn’t want you here as his girlfriend, I don’t think you would even be wearing that title to begin with. He really likes you from what I’ve heard from you and briefly seen. He wants you here, in this space with his friends.”

“Thanks for talking me off the cliff!”

“Next!” The burly man ushers you both forward, tearing your tickets and stamping your hands.

Walking through the large metal doors, your immediately hit with the loud booming of the pre-fight hype music— it’s already drowning out your thoughts.

The lighting is dim, making it hard to scan through the crowd of fight goers as you try to spot Frankie and the guys.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” Hannah abruptly tells you.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Instantly you panic. She was supposed to be your wingwoman until you found the rest of the group, now she’s bailing on you first thing.

“Ummm, Benny said to meet him in the locker room before hand— He mentioned something about needing some good luck for his fight.” Her eyebrows dancing on the emphasis of “good luck”.

“Oh god Hannah! I don’t need to know what that actually means. I’ll see you in a bit and be safe!”

“Yes Mom!” She said over her shoulder as she makes her way to the locker room.

Taking a few deep breaths, you recenter yourself and proceed to make your way through the crowed space, hoping to spot a familiar face quickly.

You hadn’t seen Frankie since he’d stopped by the salon earlier in the week— only managing to chat or text here and there when you both had time. But you know the minute you see him you’ll feel more at ease.

You make your way closer to the fighting cage, side stepping and politely pushing your way through hoards of bodies. The floor sticky under your feet with spilt beer and soft drinks, every other step is met with a crunch of popcorn and peanuts. The air is hazy with the remnants of the faux smoke from the previous fight, slowly dissipating in preparation for the final fight of the evening as the event announcer gives the audience a 10 minute warning.

Relief washes over you the instant you spot Frankie. He’s near the front huddled together with Santi and Will, it seems to be an intense conversation between them.

Santi spots you first, tossing you a wave of welcome your way which triggers Frankie to turn in your direction.

His face lights up and you melt at the sight of the smile he gives you.

No greeting needed as he takes your face in his hands, his plush lips crash into yours molding so perfectly together.

Everything around you becoming a distant thought, feeling completely consumed by Frankie and the way he deepens the kiss, almost making you’re surrounded by hundreds of other people.

“Get a room you two!�� A heckler, also known as Santi, yells out.

You can feel Frankie smiling as he shakes his head at the comment.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I-I just missed you and needed to kiss you immediately— definitely still one of my favorite things.”

“I wasn’t complaining. Although, our little audience was very supportive.” You tease pointing your chin over his shoulder towards Santi and Will.

“Yeah, got to love those assholes. You look beautiful by the way.” He says as he gives you a once over.

You were torn on what was appropriate to wear to this sort of thing, the pile of clothes on your bedroom floor to show for your plight of second guessing. You ended up settling on a nice middle ground— a black silk shift dress, a worn in jean jacket and your favorite slip-on doc martens.

“If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it. And thank you.” He had you feeling like you were the only main event he was interested tonight and you only just arrived.

His large hands emphasize the sentiment as they smooth across your hips, his wanting touch evident and warm through the barely there fabric as it glides against your skin.

He leans in close, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, his grip tightening as pulls your body into his. “The things I want to do to you— you have know idea how much I want you right now.”

A small gasp echos through your parted lips. Serotonin washing away any anxieties you had about the evening, a surge in confidence runs through your body.

“The night is still young Morales.” You sigh, pulling back to really look at him. His irises blown out and his gaze fixed on yours.

“Fuck me…” His tone was rousing. An itch he so desperately needed to be scratched.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” Shooting him a wink before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you two honeymooners are done sucking face— Oof!” Santi’s pestering interrupted by a swat to the chest from Will. “Leave ‘em alone Pope.”

Frankie’s hand settles on your lower back as he guides you over to the guys. You exchange hugs with them and catch up on their lives since you’d last seen them.

“You know, normally we get the full fight experience and hang out with Benny in the locker room, but he said he wanted to try some good luck bullshit— whatever that means.”

You try to contain the the laugh that starts to bubble up. “Umm, his good luck bullshit walks on two legs and goes by Hannah. Who I came with tonight.”

The realization hits them all at the same time and they all decide how much shit they are going give Benny when they seem him afterwards.

Watching some one willingly get pummeled nonstop isn’t as adrenaline inducing as the small touches Frankie has been giving you.

The way his hand rests on your thigh majority of the night, the hem of your dress slightly raised allowing his thumb to draw small circles against your now exposed skin.

His lips grazing your ear when he leans into your space to explain the point system or pointing out signature moves Benny was known for.

A kiss to your temple when Benny got in a few good swings, to then be hit with his grip tightening on your leg if he took one too many punches— your mind noting how good his hands might feel in other ways.

You were buzzing with excitement and a deep hunger for Frankie, not sure how much longer you could curb your emotions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait much longer, the crowd coming to life with a mixture of boo’s and whistles as the fight came to a close.

Your group, now including a very excited Hannah, was elated at the announcement of Benny’s win— it was all high fives and shoulder slapping hugs between the guys, yelling at Benny to let him know how proud they were.

After Hannah let you know she was going to go congratulate Benny, you found yourself watching the Frankie, Santi and Will continue their celebration. You couldn’t help but admire the way they fit together like a close knit family.

You smile at the thought of this becoming your normal— a future where these men are a constant presence in your life. You picture backyard gatherings, holidays and even vacations with them.

And the minute you lock eyes with Frankie, you want it all with him. A place to call home, where you’ll both live out your dreams and face challenges that you’ll work through together. Late night conversations that aren’t over the phone but in bed wrapped in his arms where you feel close and safe.

You don’t even know if these are things Frankie wants, but you know a future with out Frankie in it isn’t one you want.

“Hey— you ok?” Frankie’s warm eyes filled with concern, confusing your blanked out stare with fear and anxiety.

“No— I mean… yeah I’m good, totally fine. Just watching you guys have your moment. It’s kinda cute how excited you all are.”

“It’s nice to see his hard work, and my weekly beatings, pay off—” You cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, all desperate and wanton, his t-shirt bunched in your hands. You can feel his body settle into yours as you devour the tiniest moans his throat unleashes.

3 words were dancing at the tip of your tongue and you weren’t sure you could contain them any longer. You already knew your feelings for this man but you were terrified he’d find you coming on too strong this early on in your still new relationship.

“Alright you two lovebirds! We’re heading out!” Santi you’ve learned in this short amount of time, has the worst timing. “Guessing there’s going to be rain check for drinks tonight. Benny is already, celebrating…” Nodding towards Benny and Hannah heading back to the locker rooms. “And you two are seconds away from giving everyone a free show.”

“Fuck off Pope.” Frankie laughs as he pulls you in close, knowing Pope is just trying to rile him up.

Santi’s hands fly up in a sort of innocent defense, “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it Hermano!” A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he gives a few pats to Frankie’s shoulders before heading out. Stopping a few feet away, making sure to get in one last comment, “If you don’t marry her asap, we’re gonna have words.” Then walking off to catch up with Will who’s already half way out the door.

“I just might.” Frankie says looking directly at you.

Your heart nearly bursts as he says it and you think he might have meant for the comment to stay in his thoughts, but the look he’s giving, his gaze all soft and loving like, you makes you feel like he definitely wanted you to hear it.

“Hmmm, and I might just say yes.” Your own thoughts coming out openly and you nearly melt at the sight of his dimple inducing smile.

“So my ride was Hannah and I think we both know she’s a little preoccupied now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to take you home?”

“I mean, I could just Uber myself a ride—Alone— To my house— Where I’ll probably go to bed— Alone.”

“Do I sense a touch of sarcasm? All you have to do is ask nicely and I could probably find it in my heart to give you a ride.” And now you love that he can be equally sarcastic right back to you.

“Well you know that, umm, comment you made earlier?” You sense him quickly replaying the evening, his Adam’s apple shifting as he tries to school his features at the realization of which comment you were referring to.

His stare becomes increasingly obvious and intense. An ounce of courage has you biting your bottom lip as you grab him by his belt loop to bring him in closer, your free hand pulling him by the back of the neck, his hair tickling your finger tips, your lips just barely ghosting his.

“I’d like that please!” Your voice breathy and warm, arousal permeating through your body like a fire burning beyond control.

“Ye-yeah! L-let’s get outta here.”

“My house is closer—“

The morning light is filtering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. It’s soft enough to make you aware of the time but not enough to make you feel like you need to get up.

Sheets are draped over your still naked form, the ache between your legs is a reminder of the blur that last night was…

The drive home was nearing illegal speeds as Frankie was trying to get to your house as quickly as possible. Your hand squeezing his thigh was doing little to help his not so little situation confined with in his already tight jeans.

Once you both managed to make it through the front door, it was a frenzied mess of toe-curling kisses and a haphazard attempt at removing each other’s clothes.

You felt drunk off the way he was able to pull orgasms from you the entire night.

Frankie took his time with you, slow and merciful, had you reeling in an unexpected bliss— this wasn’t some quick fuck egged on by new feelings.

He was without reserve making love to you in the most beautiful and delicate manner, you knew you couldn’t hold back how you were truly feeling much longer.

You both laid tangled in each other’s arms, bodies sated from what felt like hours of built up desire finally being released into the world.

Quiet had settled into the darkness of your room. You could hear Frankie’s breathing evening out as you traced small shapes with your fingers on his bare chest.

The sudden urge to share your thoughts started to overwhelm your mind.

Worry and past relationships still giving you doubts and fears, but you knew if you didn’t these thoughts would just fester and you would never know if he felt the same way.

“Frankie?” Your voice carries out just above a whisper.

He hums in response, slightly shifting his broad shoulders so he’s facing you, giving you his full attention— he’s even more handsome completely blissed out.

Releasing a heavy sigh as you take him all in, ready to fully bare your heart to him.

“I’m about to say something that is terrifying, but in the best way. And I totally understand if you, umm, don’t feel the same.“ You can feel your body start to tingle and your heart start racing. “I-I…shit! This went so much smoother in my head.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” His hand slowly begins to caress your arm, his way of letting you know he’s ready for whatever you need to tell him — an instant sense of calmness washes over you.

“I wanted to tell you earlier tonight, but then I got in my head and started to worry it was too fast to have these feelings I’m having. But that seems to be our thing, I mean you did kiss me after your hair appointment.”

He laughs at that, but doesn’t regret the pace at which your relationship has been developing, even if it has been rather quickly.

“Shit! Sorry— I feel like I’m rambling now.”

He leans over and kisses you— it’s not to shut up you, but more of a little nudge that he wants hear everything you have to say.

“Frankie, I’m in love with you.” You’re breathless as you take a leap, diving headfirst into a new dimension of optimism and fate.

You feel weightless— fully alive and feeling like you’ve been living for this moment your entire existence.

Before even get a chance to ask Frankie how he feels about your confession, you’re on your back as hovers over you.

“I’m so in love with you too, you have no idea.” He admits without hesitation. “I knew from that first moment when you gave me that gorgeous smile of yours. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You brush his tousled locks back from his handsome face, taking in all his features— memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

The air between you is charged with a certain degree of emotion. This new wave of desire— an appetite that is completely different than the beginning of the night.

You roll over seeking the warm body who’s arms you fell asleep in last night, to only be met with emptiness and cold sheets.

The feeling is ice cold running through your chest— nothing, nobody, alone.

Your throat feels dry and your chest is tight as you lay staring up at the ceiling— you’re numb.

Mind working overtime as you begin to spiral into a panicked state.

It was too soon. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew this was going to happen.

As your downfall begins to level out, you hear the sound of your door closing and footsteps nearing your room.

“Morning Beautiful! I grabbed the last of their croissants for us, almost had to fight off an old lady for them. Got you an oatmilk latte, figured you’d want the largest size since we had a—“ He’s standing there in yesterdays clothes, holding up a pastry bag and your coffee in his hands, a folded newspaper tucked under his arm and black reading glasses handing from the neck of his t-shirt. He looks so happy and relaxed so early in the morning.

You feel your eyes well up with tears— not sure really their reasoning anymore now that Frankie is here.

-Sniff-

His smile drops the instant he sees you shed a few tears. Deeply concerned that something is wrong, placing everything he’s holding on your nightstand as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?” His thumb brushing your cheek, catching the few lingering tears.

You nod softly, the brief moment of sadness is gone as quickly as it came on. He’s here, he loves you and you want nothing more than to just enjoy this morning together.

“I’m fine. You just weren’t here and I thought you might have had second thoughts about us after last night. I panicked a little.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. His strong hand cradling your jaw as his thumb moves across your cheek bones, his movements velvety and undemanding.

“I meant what I said last night— every bit of it. I love you. And I am all in with you, with us. I want a future with you. Heck, I’d ask you to marry me tomorrow if it didn’t sound ridiculous.” The look of sincerity beaming from his eyes as his words pour over you like a warm breeze on summer night.

“Ask me!”

“What? I don’t have a ring or anything prepared to ask you.”

“I don’t care about a ring or some extravagant proposal. At the rate we’re going, following a traditional timeline isn’t really our thing.” You smile up at him, mirroring his own dimpled expression. You close the small distance between the two of you and peck his lips a few times. “Frankie, ask me.” Your lips moving against his as you speak.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!!”

Next

[saywhatjessie]

The field is flooded with players and coaches and fans and family and everyone is screaming and hugging and crying and it might be the best Jamie has ever felt.

He and Sam are clutching each other, screaming in each other’s faces that they’d pulled it off. They’d won the Oscar at the Espy’s or whatever Ted had said. Over Sam’s shoulder, Jamie sees Colin rushing up to Michael and they grin as they share a celebratory kiss.

Jamie doesn’t even think. He just reacts – primary objective: protect teammate.

“Sam!” Jamie screams. “Kiss me! Kiss me on the mouth!”

“What!?” Sam yells back.

There isn’t time to explain. People are looking at Colin.

He puts a hand on Sam’s face. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Sam’s eyes are wide but he says “Oh. Okay!” and Jamie leans in and kisses him.

It’s quick. Nothing fancy. Jamie pulls away and pats Sam on the cheek. “Good lad.”

Sam nods, still looking confused but also too hyped up with their win to question him.

There. That should help. But more would probably be better.

They were rushed by more players, Richard coming up on his back and Isaac and Bumbercatch dogpiling on Sam.

Dani cannonballs into Jamie’s side and Jamie tries again. “Dani! Kiss me!”

“Si! Celebracion!” Dani reaches out and pulls Jamie into a kiss. “Football is life!”

“Football is life!” Jamie crows back as they jump around.

“Why are we kissing each other?” Jan Maas asks, even while everyone is still jumping and screaming.

“Celebration, innit?” Jamie asks, reaching up to Jan Maas’s neck. “Get down here you big Dutch giant.”

Jan grins, leaning down and kissing Jamie with way more enthusiasm than Jamie had expected. Jamie returns it, though – a kiss is a kiss.

Colin and the rest of the players have joined their huddle by the time they pull away, so Jamie figures it’s safe to stop kissing people for now. Colin can’t out himself why they’re all climbing on each other could he?

Cries go up and they’re all singing “Richmond Til We Die”. Ted comes in and does his celebration dance and they all lose their minds.

And in the news the next day, no one’s talking about Colin or kissing or anything but Richmond coming out better than anyone thought they would. 

And Jamie forgets all about any kissing that might have happened in the heat of the moment.

That is until their first win of the following season when Jan Maas swoops down and kisses Jamie again on his startled mouth.

Jan is grinning as he pulls back. “Celebration, yes?”

“Cheers,” Jamie says, breathlessly. Jan claps him on the shoulder and moves to kiss Dani, who responds with the same kind of joy.

Jame shrugs. Well, in for a penny.

“Richard!” Dani grabs at the small Frenchman before he can run past. “Kiss me!”

Richard smirks and says something in French that’s probably very dirty but Jamie doesn’t care because he doesn’t understand it.

He does immediately shove his tongue in Jamie’s mouth, though, which Jamie probably should have expected.

He’s laughing as he shoves Richard away. “You prick.”

Richard just winks and moves to jump on Zorro as he passes.

“What the fuck?” Colin asks, looking shocked as he points after Richard.

“Oh, hey Colin!” Jamie grins. “Care for a smooch?”

“What is happening?”

“Come on,” Jamie teases, wiggling over to him. “Kiss me. Michael won’t mind.”

Colin just blinks as Jamie puts a hand on his waist. “Am I dreamin’?”

Jamie winks. “Flatterer.” And he kisses Colin.

Colin’s a little too shocked to kiss back but Jamie’s not broken up about it. It must feel like a dream to kiss Jamie Tartt.

He pulls away with a dramatic ‘Muah!’ and claps Colin on the shoulder as he takes off for the dressing room.

This was the first draft of my Jamie starts kissing people to protect Colin fic, before I decided it would be funnier from Sam’s POV, but I’m still attached to this bit so here you go.

[the-untamed-soul]

I swear the world stays still

A/N: just an idea I have been playing with for the past week. I have not written in over six years so pardon the quality. I am not sure how many parts this will be or when I will update next. I have a few smaller pieces dancing around that may get completed first. 

Pairing: Iceman x Y/N

Music: Jon Langston - When It Comes To Loving You

Rating: Mild cursing but otherwise free of smut

Summary: Y/N is Carole Bradshaw’s younger sister who is a 14N in the United States Air Force. On leave following a grueling deployment, y/n is happy to be with her family and spend time soaking up the sun in California. What Y/N didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt for Lt. Tom “ICEMAN” Kazansky.

PART I

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” the steady chant broke through a pleasant dream and an excited grip shook the last remnants of sleep from y/n.

“I swear to god you better be dying Carole!” With a voice thick with sleep, y/n looked over at her sister with a tired but exasperated look on her face.

“It’s time! We have an hour to get to the airport! You’re lucky I didn’t send Bradley to come wake you up instead. Now, up you get! Pancakes and sunny California awaits!”

The excited look on her sister’s face caused the anger within y/n to drain away and a slow smile to creep across her face. She couldn’t blame her older sister - it had been months since she had last seen her husband. Now they were just a car ride to the airport and plane ride away from reuniting with her brother-in-law.

“Auntie y/n/n! Huwry up! Momma says I can’t have any pancakes because you’re still in bed!”

It’s going to be a long day she thought before crawling out of bed. “I’m coming gosling! You better not eat my blueberries!”

Y/n couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips or the instinctive twist that caused pops to be heard from her back. Despite being all of sixty inches, plane rides were never a comfortable experience. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how Nick could sit in a cockpit for hours. She’d throw in the towel in the first ten minutes of flight.

“Momma do you see him? Is he here yet?” Bradley tugged insistently on Carole’s pants, standing on the tips of toes as he searched for his dad amongst the bustling crowd of people. His scrunched up face of concentration caused y/n to laugh softly before snagging her nephew and placing him on her shoulders. “I may not be the tallest gosling but maybe this will help. Has target been acquired SQUIRT01?”

“Negative SQUIRT02…wait wait! I see him! Auntie! Momma! He’s here!”

The excited squeaks and kicks against her shoulder brought about an eye roll from y/n and a wet laugh from Carole.

“I see him baby. I see him.” Brown eyes met blue before the indistinguishable figure of Lt. Nick “Goose” Bradshaw cut cleanly through the crowd and swept his wife into his arms. “Daddy!” Bradley crowed before he too was snagged from y/n and held tightly against Goose’s chest alongside his mother.

“And so, the flock has reunited” a dry voice commented beside y/n which caused her to glance over at Pete “MAVERICK” Mitchell who had joined in watching the heartwarming scene.

“Isn’t that used for dogs and sheep?” Y/n questioned only to be met with a deadpan stare. “Way to ruin the moment Sprite.”

Y/n immediately smacked the pilot, a scowl gracing her face as she heard the detested nickname. Goose and Maverick had graciously dubbed her Sprite after a disastrous day at the park that included alcohol, an errant tree, glitter and a family sworn to secrecy.

“And to think I missed you. I thought we swore that name was never going to be mentioned again?”

“No. You threatened Goose and I but I distinctly remember no promises being made. Little sisters deserve to be teased. I still think Hobgob-“

“Pete, I swear to god if you finish that sentence Goose is going to need a new pilot.”

With a laugh, Maverick danced away from a red-faced y/n and darted over to his RIO. She could only shake her head fondly as Maverick twirled Carole around before stealing Bradley from his father’s arms.

God, I missed this she thought before heading over to give her brother-in-law a proper hello (which may or may not have included a wet willy and being chased across baggage claim)

“So how are you enjoying TOP GUN?”

After checking into lodging and taking a much-needed shower, y/n was quick to make an escape with Maverick in order to give her sister time alone with her husband and son.

Maverick had brought her to a bar known as the Hard Deck and they had settled into seats at the bar. At 8pm, the place was relatively packed and crawling with people both in and out of uniform. Smoke lingered in the air, threaded with the scent of heavy perfume and aviator ego. Y/n and Maverick had been silently waiting for their drinks when she finally voiced her question.

She watched as a smirk played across Maverick’s lips and mirth dance in his eyes as he responded, “We’re the best. Plain and simple. Trophy is all but ours. How about you? How’s work? Sure, you’re not regretting not joining the greatest branch there ever was, Sprite?”

Y/n snorted, absentmindedly bringing her rum and coke to her lips for a sip before she answered. “I’m choking on the ego Mav. I swore I heard Goose mention something about being in second place to Carole.” Seeing the mock affronted look starting to appear and a playful hand pressing against his chest, y/n spoke again “My work has been fine. My boss has this annoying habit to put the most frustrating puzzles in front of me but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Not even to join the Navy - you know the Air Force is the superior branch. You’re just upset because I refuse to be your intel officer and think the Air Force jets are better!”

Before Maverick could respond, a voice came from being y/n and caused heat to flush across her cheeks. “Did I overhear correctly Mitchell? You really shouldn’t try to pick up women by saying you’re the best. Really, it’s a step down from serenading to them at the bar.”

Y/n hardly acknowledge the way Maverick’s face darkened nor how quickly he jumped from the stool to confront the person standing behind her. Her attention was focused on the hint of aftershave and mint that filled her nose, the electrifying feel of a hard chest just barely skimming against her arm and the hand that loosely draped itself across the back of her seat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes drifted up as her neck cranes to meet a pair of aviators set upon a striking face. I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

“Kazansky! Where’s Slider to roll out the red carpet? Finally figured out you’re not as infallible as claimed?” The sound of Maverick’s voice broke y/n from her stupor and caused her to yank her gaze back to her friend. She felt the tension in the air and placed her drink back on the bar to prevent Maverick from using it as a weapon. Rum was a bitch to get out of white clothes.

“Before I choke on testosterone, I’m going to make a tactical retreat over…..there. See ya boys! Don’t do anything I would do.” Y/n hopped off the stool, instantly regretting it as it brought her closer to Kazansky’s chest and made her that more aware of how tall he was. She barely reached his pectorals but instead of feeling threatened, she couldn’t help the sense of safe that drained the tension from her shoulders. That would be a thought for later.

Nodding to Maverick, y/n escaped through a gap in the crowd. Before disappearing completely, she tossed one last look over her shoulder and grey meet blue. In that instant, y/n realized she would be seeing him again.

[kaz-identified]

houseofmcallister presents... Do or Drown

Pairing: Crow x Young Wolf Category: Oneshot Genre: Fluff Rating: 13+ Warnings: Jokingly threatening to drown Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Please don't make this awkard or I will throw myself into the sea.

a/n: good for them. THIS FIC WENT LIVE WITH THE WRONG BANNER FORGIVE ME

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright, I need you baby.

They sit there, in pale moonlight, reflections of firelight dancing on their armor, and look like an angel. No, a god. Ethereal, celestial, and oh-so beautiful.

And he sits beside them, a respectable distance away, trying very hard not to think about how pretty they look like this.

It's hard, it's hard not to admire something so clearly divine when it is placed so close to you. A divine being, a god, in their sacred, glorious power and majesty, is sitting next to you, drinking bottom shelf stolen whiskey straight from the bottle and throwing stones at the water, smiling when they skip.

These moments, however small and stolen, these moments of celebration between battles, when they slip into the field to "shoot the shit and take the piss" as the Guardian puts it. Hanging out, as Crow would put it.

Since that first night, together in the woods, drinking cheap wine, he's learned well against taking any of the alcohol they offer. Evidently, their tolerance is much higher than his, and the idea of being well and truly drunk in their presence, saying something he may regret… is not one he's fond of.

But still, he takes a slow sip from the bottle he brought and drags his gaze to the lake before them.

"You know, skipping stones is an art. Takes lots of time to be good at," they say, picking up and inspecting a small, flat rock.

"Oh, really?" He asks, not really taking them seriously.

"It is! Seriously. There's a lot that goes into it. The stone itself, the way you throw it, it's all in the wrist."

"Whatever you say."

They roll their eyes and toss a stone. It skips twice and sinks.

"You admitting I'm correct, as I always am?"

He rolls his eyes. "I am not."

"Ah, you know I am." They toss a stone again. Skips twice and sinks.

"Repeated results. Proof of perfection, I'd say."

"Proof you're not as good at this as you think you are, more likely."

They look over at him, teeth bared in a wolfish grin. "Is that a challenge, Crow?"

He shrugs, taking a long swig from his bottle, trying to distract himself from that look in their eye. They're gorgeous like this. They're gorgeous all the time, but that playfulness they get about them when with friends, that arrogant, if well deserved, confidence they carry. That willingness to take any challenge. It's intoxicating, their surety. Their confidence. It's the kind of thing that makes you feel safe, that you can't help but love, however cocky it may come across.

"Maybe it is, old light."

They bark a laugh, standing up. "Oh you are ON, new light!" They say, glaring playfully at him.

The Guardian throws a stone again. It skips three, four, five- seven times. Seven times before sinking.

"Wow! Look at that," they say, with exaggerated excitement. "Seven skips! Beat that," the Guardian turns to him, teeth bared in a grin.

He smiles. He always smiles when they smile. How could he not? Their smile is always so genuine.

"Alright, watch this!" He grabs a flat stone, tosses it on the water. Once. Twice. Sinks.

"Haha!" The Guardian cackles, leaning forward to watch it drop. "Womp-womp. I win," they smile.

"Of course, you win. You always win." He says, rolling his eyes.

They lean back, offering him an exaggerated smirk. "Of course I do! I'm me. And I'm incredible. And everyone loves me."

Crow shakes his head. "I wouldn't go that far."

“I would! I'm the best, plain and simple and everyone knows it!" They laugh. They're taking the piss, he can tell. "And everyone loves me for that. As we know!"

"Whatever, you're delusional," he chuckles.

"Ah, don't act like that. You know you love me!" They tease. They don't know how true those words are. They mean it joking, friendly, but he does. With every beat of his heart, every breath he takes, every part of him, he adores them.

But he won't let that slip here. So he just rolls his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that."

“I will!" They laugh. "I will keep telling myself that because it's true, and you know it, and I know it." They turn to face him, hand right below their face, the other beside it, "voguing" they called it. An old pre-Golden Age joke. "And who could blame you. I'm the best. Greatest of all time, and I'm so pretty."

"And humble," Crow teases.

They drop their hands laughing.

They sit together, drinking in silence for a few minutes after that.

"I love you too, by the way.

"Crow nearly chokes on his beer. "What?"

"Wow wow, don't die on me," the Guardian chuckles. Their eyes are softer than normal. Not the confident gleaming mischief he's used to. They're being genuine. "I- Traveler above this is embarrassing to say out loud." They pause, take in a breath. "I love you. I have for a while. You're my friend, and I care about you, and I would never let anything happen to you, but more than that, I- I fucking adore you. You're funny and you're kind and god you are handsome- like you're fucking gorgeous. And- I, I just needed to say that. Cause, if I face the Witness and somehow I don't come back I just, I would regret leaving without you knowing that. So, there. I said it. And, I feel very awkward but it had to be said. So, there we go. I love you. I am in love with you," they look anywhere but at him. "So. Yeah. And please, if you do not feel the same be nice about it because the sea is right there and I WILL throw myself directly into it if this gets even a little more awkward."

Crow is quiet for a long moment, just processing. "Ok first off, I don't think walking into the sea is the solution to... anything."

"I disagree but contiune."

"Ok. That's- whatever. Second. You- you love me?"

"Yes."

He isn't sure what to say. He dreamed of a moment like this. He looks at them. The light dances around them, shadows cast back by their mere presence, they are gorgeous. Ethereal, even when they're half-jokingly threatening to throw themself into the merciful embrace of oceanic death. He can't look away, because this moment, this confession, this feeling, love returned. It's here, and he isn't sure what to say.

"I- I love you too."

"Yeah, how could you not?"

"Oh my god. Shut up, do not act confident, you just said you would drown yourself if this got awkward.

They laugh, and scoot towards him. "And I didn't have too, so look at that, we're all happy and I get to continue being a jackass."

He looks at them. "Whatever. You're lucky you're incredible, otherwise you'd be intolerable."

"Oh please, I'm intolerable anyways. But look at this," they lace their hand into his. "I still managed to make you fall in love with me, so I can't be that bad."

"Yeah, you're not. You're.. quite frankly, you're too good to be true."

They laugh. "Yeah, you are too. I love you, man. God- I have been wanting to say that for so long."

He laughs. They smile.

"I love you too."

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NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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What I think the Crows listen to

Kaz Brekker

Have you seen the way this man dresses? He dresses like a merchant and acts like one. He's definitely a very classy guy, hence the reason why I firmly believe he's the type of person that listens to jazz and soul music.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE

Listens to Frank Sinatra, Michael Bublé, Dean Martin

I've seen so many people classify him as the type to listen to hard core rock like Green Day, and although I understand why, I genuinely feel like Kaz is the type of person who enjoys the sound of the saxophone, the old school type of songs that your mom listened to when she was in high school.

I will forever stand by my point

Honorable mention: ABBA (He will never admit how much he enjoys their music)

INEJ GHAFA

To me she's a mix of 80s type of music and Taylor Swift. Like there's literally no in between.

I think Taylors more recent songs make her feel empowered in a way after everything she went through in the Menagerie.

Definitely enjoys her older songs though! I feel like she enjoys a lot of acoustic music and often shares it with Wylan.

As for the 80s taste, like you can't just tell me she doesn't listen to ABBA on a daily.

Honorable mention: Queen, just because.

NINA ZENIK

I think this one is pretty obvious

Pop queen all the way!!

Listens to the trendiest artists like Ariana Grande and Nikki Minaj.

Is always onto the next trendy song, never missing out on any.

She just lives for the poppy type of music that had you dancing on the spot no matter what!

She has definitely rubbed it a little bit onto Matthias

Screams the lyrics to Doja Cat songs with Jesper. PERIOD.

Honorable mention: One Direction, because I believe in my heart she has always been a Directioner and she bawled her eyes out when they disbanded.

MATTHIAS HELVAR

Either hard rock music or classical music. There is literally no in between.

Very emo, you can't convince me otherwise

Huge fan of artists like Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Green Day. THOSE type of artists

I'm a firm believer that he went through an emo phase in his life where the only music he listened to was My Chemical Romance and Panic! At the Disco.

Still cries to this day because of MCRs disbandment. Nina definitely teases him for it.

Honorable mention: Lady Gaga, because like I said before, Nina in some way has definitely influenced his taste. Lady Gaga is the bomb tho, I don't blame him.

JESPER FAHEY

Not gonna lie, I had a hard time figuring him out.

I think out of everyone, he has the most varied taste in music. Will listen to literally anything based simply on his mood.

Like Nina, he listens to pop the most. But I think he leans more towards older type of pop songs.

The type of songs you heard in your childhood that bring back core memories.

LOTS of club type of music like Usher, Pitbull, Britney Spears. Definitely a fun person to go clubbing with.

Honorable mention: The Neighbourhood. I am emotionally attached to The Neighbourhood, and I am emotionally attached to Jesper. I just HAD to put this in here.

WYLAN VAN ECK

Ok so the obvious answer would be soft type of music. Lots of acoustic type of songs.

LOVES artists like JVKE and Harry Styles.

BUT

he has another side that a lot of people forget to mention (aka book Wylan)

His guilty pleasures are the sluttiest type of songs. I'm talking The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic.

So many people picture him as a soft boy type of aesthetic and although it's somewhat true, so many people forget the "We could wake them up" Wylan.

Honorable mention: Arctic Monkeys, just like im emotionally attached to The Neighborhood, im just as attached to Arctic Monkeys and I know for a fact Wylan enjoys that type of music.

I said what I said.

[xtom-darling-x17]

Hit and Missed

Pairing - Jeremiah Fisher x Reader

Summary - Jeremiah and you go to a Party with your friends, one thing leads to another and chaos is made with feelings being let out!

Warnings - Angst mention of smut (Drinking, Drugs, Swearing, slight fighting) with fluff ending!

A/N - request by @bisexualbreadexpert I hope you like it! Thank you for all the love and support

Word count -

Jeremiah was one of a kind, you must admit you was pretty amused by him. You thought it was funny, how all the girls swoon for him. Considering most nights, You and Jere are wrapped around the covers together.

You had an agreement that it was no string attached, friends with benefits. Many reasons being your such good friends and your always stressed etc..

No one knew about you and Jeremiah Hooking up, which is great because you didn’t want all the commotion. You still hung out as normal just like regular friends. You only thought it was because no one can realise but in reality, it was something much more between you both. 

🧋

“Are you ready to go,” Jeremiah smiles, getting his keys.

“Yep, I just need to put my shoes on,” you slipped your shoes on, walking out the door after Jeremiah, Conrad, Belly and Steven.

You was all going to a Big Party, it is going to be lit or so you thought..

“You excited,” You ask Belly as you get in the car, sitting next to you. Jeremiah is driving, Conrad took his own car with Steven.

“Yes, actually it’s going to be so fun,” Belly smiled, turning to see out of the window, “Are you?”

“Yh, I can’t wait!” You giggle, “Jeremiah, you got any good songs,”

“You and your songs,” Jeremiah teased, as he puts on your a song you like.

🧋

You arrive at the party, getting out of the car. Going inside someone’s house, seeing a lot of people drinking and smoking.

“Do you want to play beer pong?” Jere smirked, taking your hand.

“Sure, let’s do it,” You giggle, walking up to the table.

“Belly, are you playing with Conrad,” you tap Belly’s shoulder.

“Yh, Conrad come play,” she beckon him to come, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“ok, I’ll play,” Conrad takes her hand.

Jeremiah went first bouncing the ball, of course he got one in. Him smirking, at the crowd.

You go next, actually getting one in the cup. Now making him drink his drink.

Belly and Conrad’s turn, then it continues as you play sometimes one missing the cup.

After the game, you take Jeremiah’s hand to dance. Belly and Conrad getting lost in crowd with Steven wondering off too, you and Jeremiah just have a good time together.

“Do you want to dance, Pretty girl,” Jeremiah winks taking your hand.

“Hell, yeah jere bear,” you shout over the music, moving with Jere on the dance floor.

Jeremiah moving his hips into yours, giving you butterflies through your stomach. It gives Jeremiah the chills but he moves none the less.

You started to relax, moving your hips too. Belly sees you deciding to join, Conrad going over to Jeremiah.

“Hey, how’s it going,” you smirk to Belly, dancing to the beat.

“Hi, it’s going good! How about you,” Belly teases back to you.

“Oh, hush! There isn’t anything there,” You ignoring her question.

“Sure, Bestie,” Belly sarcastically squints her eyes. She moves along with you, now crowed around people.

Jeremiah is still watching you, without you knowing. He’s being really subtle, not that you could see because your having too much fun with Belly.

“Hey, man! What are you looking?” Conrad asked but turning his head in Jere’s direction, “Oh, wait,”

“It’s not what you think, ok?” Jeremiah explains, drinking his drink.

“So what is it because it’s looking like you like one of them. Either Belly or Y/N.” Conrad stated, crossing his arms.

“Belly is all yours, man! I like Y/N,” Jeremiah gulps down his drink.

Meanwhile this conversation is happening, a random dude thought it was cool to try and flirt with you.

“Nice hips, Babe,” You turned around to see a boy, who isn’t Jeremiah. Seeing Belly dancing over into the crowd.

You try to follow but he stood in your way, “Oh, not talking Pretty girl,” Making you cringe, smelling the alcohol and drugs on him.

“I could take you out of this place, Maybe into the,” He slurs but you cut him off, before he said shit.

“No, I don’t want you anywhere near me! Get lost,” You shake your head, looking over to Jeremiah locking eyes with him.

“But baby, I’m great in Bed! Hook up with me,” He smirks, you not really listening to him.

Jeremiah passes Conrad his empty cup.

“Where are you going?” Conrad asked confused, seeing Jeremiah walked off in the crowd faster than a lion hunting it’s prey.

The random guy pulling the last straw as he try’s to grab your hips, your only trying to get past to go to Belly.

“Hey, Hands off My Girl! You Dick,” Jeremiah glares at him, holding his wrist stopping him touching you.

Jeremiah pushes the guy away from you, standing in-front to protect you from the creep.

You stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Grateful that he intervened the whole chaos drama.

“You really think you can go hit on girls? Especially when they said no, well your the real loser! Fuck Off, before I punch you,” Jeremiah warned, tensing his muscles up.

“Hey, man! Sorry, she Tryed to hit on me,” The dude puts his hands up.

“Tch, you really think I’m going to stand here and listen to your pathetic shit lies,” Jeremiah growls more, “Come on, let’s go,” taking your hand.

“Fuck you, Dickhead,” You spat at the guy as you walk off with Jeremiah.

That’s the good thing about Jeremiah, he is actually quite level headed. He will only punch someone, if it’s necessary but in the best to walk away from the guy. Even though he is angry/annoyed, he wanted to cool off and protect you.

🧋

You now away from the crowd as Jeremiah leads you outside, in the peace and quiet.

“Hey, are you ok?” Jeremiah stops wrapping his arms around your whole body.

“Yes, I’m ok. Thanks for saving my ass! Not that I did, I would of slapped him and ran.” You laughed, “are you?” Looking into Jere’s eyes.

“Yes, I’m ok as long as you are,” Jere smiles, leaning his forehead onto your own. “I kind of want to tell you something, that I’ve been keeping for a while,” he looks up breathing slow.

“Well, what is it? You can tell me anything” You lock eyes with him once again, you hold your words.

“I know that I like the whole Friends with benefits but I really need to know, if there could be more!” Jeremiah breaths out, “looking at that guy saying shit like that to you, made my blood go hot,”

“What really? Because I like you too, I was just worried about you not liking me in that way,” You smile, hugging him tighter.

Jeremiah’s breathe hitched as you squeeze him tighter, not expecting this type of reaction but it’s the best!

“I really, really love you,” Jeremiah leans in, “What do you say being My Girl?” he whispers, right near your ear.

“Yes, I’ll be Your Girl! I really, really Love you too,” Jeremiah kisses your lips passionately, you placing your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss.

“That Dick, really hit and missed,” Jeremiah smirked, “But I hit and I scored,” He teases after.

“Don’t be that cocky, smart ass or you won’t be sleeping with me tonight!” You wink, playfully hitting his chest.

“You know you can’t resist my charm, Darling! I’m irresistible,” Jere winks back, kissing you again.

“You wish but you can stay with me in bed,” you say, “This time,” you added in between kisses, giggling. You all know that Your Guy is true, but your not going to fire his ego this time.

“Let’s go, get in bed then,” Jere runs to the car, with your hand in his.



[softprettything]

late bloomer, ch 7

AO3 | Previous | Next

Fandom: OHSHC

Pairing: Kyoya/Reader

Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut

Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.

Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes @lampalooza

late bloomer, ch 7

“There’s my girl,” Kaoru crows as soon as he spots you. At a look from Hikaru, he amends, “Our girl,” and pulls you into a hug. Low in your ear, he says, “Not Haruhi’s, but…”

You push away. “If you’re going to be a dick, I’ll just head home.”

“Noooo,” he whines.

“Ignore him, (Y/N).” Hikaru pops around your other shoulder. “He was three shots in before he even reached the pregame.”

“Yeah, which means she has some catching up to do!” Kaoru offers the red solo cup currently in his hand, full of whatever godawful concoction the Thetas have thrown together this time.

You shake your head, and he pouts at you. “You know my rule.”

“Never drink the jungle juice,” the three of you say in tandem.

Kaoru rolls his eyes, but takes the cup back, at least, knocking back most of its contents in one gulp. You can’t help but wince. Kaoru’s always had the strongest capacity for liquor of anyone you know, which makes you incredibly concerned for his health past graduation. “Spoken like someone who’s never really lived,” he says.

“Spoken like someone who wants to have a working liver when I’m thirty.”

“There’s some canned drinks in the kitchen, I think.” Hikaru says. “Want us to show you?”

“Nah, you can stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You push through the dark and sweaty room and are relieved to make it to the kitchen, which isn’t quite empty but is at least marginally less crowded. You pop open a watermelon seltzer and try to breathe.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Kyoya says. He’s leaning against the counter, looking relatively casual in a sweater and slacks. Not exactly frat-party attire, but at least it’s a departure from the suit. “You know overconsumption of alcohol can lead to fainting.”

You roll your eyes, and take a sip of your drink for good measure. A few sips. If Kyoya Ootori is going to try and engage you in some section-asshole-pedantry in the middle of a Theta party, you’d like to be as drunk as humanly possible. “I appreciate the concern, but I doubt one White Claw every three months is going to make me blackout.”

“You don’t drink a lot, then.”

“Are you surprised?”

“Maybe.” If it was anyone else, you would think he was teasing you. But he sounds so serious. Everything he says sounds so serious, and its seriously starting to get on your nerves.

“What, you had me pegged as an alcoholic?”

“Never mind.” He moves to take a sip of own drink, and you raise a brow, looking from the (mostly full) cup to his face. “Vodka and Sprite,” he says by way of explanation. You can tell by the wince on his face after he sips that he’s telling the truth. “Terrible.”

You can’t help but laugh. “What were you expecting, scotch? Or apple juice?”

“Right now I’d take either,” he says. “Gladly. It’d be leagues better than this.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Vodka and Sprite?”

“What you’re doing here,” you correct him. “I’ve never seen someone who looks like they’ve been to less parties in my life.”

“Unlike you, a true connoisseur,” he says, eyeing your can. “How you can make it through one of these with nothing but a White Claw every three months is beyond me.”

“Oh. No, I was dragged here by some friends. I’m not really a party person, either.” You angle your head in the direction of the living room/dance floor. “I wish I was. I mean, they’re good if I’m in the mood, which usually involves being drunk off more than a seltzer.”

“How do you feel about shots?”

“What happened to overconsumption of alcohol can lead to fainting? ” He shrugs. You blink up at him. “I’m not opposed.”

He reaches over your shoulder, and you flinch before realizing that he’s just trying to get at the drinks on the kitchen island. Only at fancy-ass Ouran would the Greek life kids be able to afford a house like this, you can’t help but think. You step aside to allow him better access, and take the opportunity to get a better look at him. He’s not bad-looking. He doesn’t have the type of vitality that Tamaki has, nor is he intimidatingly buff; but he’s tall, and well-dressed, and his shoulders press against the fabric of his shirt in a way that implies a bit of lean muscle. His face looks as though it should be committed to paint (knowing the type of wealth he comes from, it probably has, several times); the smooth, pale-velvet skin; the slim, curved nose, arriving at an offensively delicate point at the end; the dark eyes; the bow-drawn lips; and all of this framed by a defined jaw and well-shaped cheekbones and that strikingly dark hair.

If only he weren’t such an ass.

“Tequila alright?”

You clear your throat, looking away before he can catch you staring at him. “They have salt and lime?”

“They must.”

“Then yeah. Yeah, that’s great.”

He hands you an empty cup and goes about cutting a few lime slices. You take the opportunity to pour your own shot, and wait for him to finish. Ass or not, you have to admit that this particular interaction is going well. Even if it started out with him questioning your drinking choices. “To becoming party people,” he says once you’re set up with the salt and the lime.

“To becoming party people.” You touch your cup to his, lick the back of your hand, down the shot, and find your eyes meeting his as you suck on the slice of lime. For some reason, it brings a smile to your face. You certainly didn’t expect at any point tonight to find yourself in a frat kitchen, taking tequila shots with Kyoya Ootori, of all people. “Does this mean we’re not enemies anymore?”

Now he raises a brow. “Were we ever?”

You snort. “I mean. We didn’t exactly get off on the best foot in class.”

“I hardly think a difference in opinion makes us enemies. It made for interesting conversation, at the least.”

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

You point at him. “You’re one of those devil’s advocate guys. Is that it?”

A little crease appears between his eyebrows. “What?”

“You just like to argue for fun? You get off on it? Is that how you think normal people communicate, just pointlessly debating all the time?”

“We were having a discussion. In a discussion seminar. What’s pointless about that?”

You roll your eyes. “Can we take another shot? Whatever looks like it’ll taste the worst.” You know by now that if you want to get really fucked up, you have to go for the cheap stuff.

Once that shot’s been downed, you clear your throat. “Okay. I just…you really didn’t feel like there was any bad blood between us? I mean, okay, what about the hospital the other day?”

He pauses. “What about it?”

“We…well. I sort of jumped down your throat.” You take a breath, then a sip of your seltzer, then another breath. “So I guess that was my fault. Sorry about that.”

“Forgiven. Though, for what it’s worth, I wasn’t holding it against you.”

“Nice of you.”

“You didn’t seem to be having a great day.”

“Well. Mondays, you know?” You tip your head back, enjoying the buzz that is rapidly taking hold. “Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays…Saturdays. Sundays. Hard to pick a least favorite.”

“Sounds miserable.”

You shake your head. “I’m exaggerating. It’s not actually that bad. But the first week of the semester is always the hardest.”

“And the second week. And the third, the fourth, the fifth.” When you focus your unsteady gaze on him, you’re delighted to realize there’s something like a glint in his eye. He really is teasing you. “And so on, and so on.”

“Sounds miserable,” you parrot back at him, and he almost cracks a smile. “Well. At least Tamaki and Haruhi—”

“Kyoya? What are you doing hiding out—oh.” Olivia stops in the kitchen doorway, and takes in the sight of the two of you. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You respond to her closed-mouth smile with an uneasy one of your own. Olivia seems nice enough, from your little exposure to her, but sorority omegas always make you nervous.

“I thought you were grabbing us drinks,” she says to Kyoya, winding an arm through his. If you weren’t already tipsy-on-the-way-to-shitfaced, you’d swear you see him tense slightly. “But I see you found Little Miss Joan-of-Arc here.”

Your smile freezes on your face as she turns back to you. “(Y/N),” you offer.

“Yeah, I know. Crusading against the big bad alpha-omega industrial complex, or whatever it is, right?”

She laughs. You join in, if only because you don’t know how the fuck else to respond, and those two back-to-back shots were definitely a bad idea. Kyoya doesn’t laugh. She notices.

“What? I’m just joking. It’s funny. (Y/N) doesn’t care, right (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.”

“See?” She cocks her head. “Y’know, it’s so crazy, I feel like I know everyone at Ouran. But I, like, didn’t have any idea of who you were until Monday. Are you a transfer?”

“No, I actually went here for undergrad before—”

“It’s just that I’ve never seen you, like, out. At any benefits or anything.”

And there it is.

There’s no denying—Ouran is a nice school. A private university, an elite and expensive private university, where scholarship students are few and far in between. And the elite tend to flock together. So it’s no wonder that Olivia (Freidmonte, a Google search after that first class revealed, and a literal fucking diamond heiress) would know all of the other rich kids (aka ninety percent of the student body) from benefits and balls and whatever else rich people did to pass the time.

Olivia’s not stupid. She’s probably put two and two together and figured out that you’re just too poor for her to have taken notice of before. But it seems, from the way she’s clinging to Kyoya with a grip that would put an anaconda to shame, that she’s probably just annoyed that a lowly beta on a scholarship would have the audacity to talk to her boyfriend. Drunk or not, you know when you’re not wanted in a room.

You clear your throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I just…I have to meet some friends out there. Sorry.” The room is starting to spin around you—in a drunk way, not a fainting way, you’re pretty sure—as you make your way out of the kitchen. “See you in class,” you mumble. Neither one of them responds.

Being in the louder, crowded room almost immediately makes you want to throw up, so you push through to the nearest door, which leads to the backyard. It’s not far enough into the season to be cold; a leftover summer evening, a gift in these early September days.

You stumble down the creaky wooden stairs and collapse with your back against the house, and absentmindedly take another sip of your White Claw, before realizing with a groan how that’s definitely not going to make you any less drunk.

Oh, well. You’re too thirsty to really care.

“Having that good of a night, hm?”

Not Kyoya this time; someone you don’t recognize. Or rather, someone you do, but not by name. “Oh. Hi…”

“Reese.”

“(Y/N).” They offer a very ring-heavy hand, which you shake. If you were more sober, you’d try to get a better look. Heavy jewelry bothers you to wear, but you always like seeing it on other people. And the sight of one particular ring rings some bell in your memory as to where you know Reese from. “Oh. You run the beta frat, right?”

If you were drunk, you wouldn’t have said that at all; especially not that bluntly. You’d spent years dodging Epsilon Phi’s recruitment efforts. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t justify carving out the time or the money (or the interest) to take part in Greek life. But it seemed like a nice space, as far as frats went. Friendly. Full of people (of all presentations) who didn’t think that betas ought to fade into the background.

One only had to look at Reese to demonstrate that. They were probably the best-looking person you’d seen in your life, right up there with Tamaki Suoh; they even had similar tanned skin and beaming eyes, though their hair was bright copper and closer-cropped than Tamaki’s. Wearing a bright, tastefully low-cut purple shirt and high-waisted jeans, with the aforementioned jewelry (in addition to the rings, you blearily clocked several necklaces, bracelets, and at least one cartilage piercing). “We don’t really call ourselves that, but yeah.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight.” To your horror, you’re getting a little choked up. Something about the slog of the week; the reality of Haruhi going on a date with a guy who is, by all appearances, perfect; Olivia; Kyoya; those two-and-a-half drinks—it’s too much.

“Hey! It’s not a big deal, really. You’re fine.” They peer at you with what you dimly register as concern. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

“M’fine.”

“Yeah. Water. C’mon, the kitchen’s this way.”

“No, no, no,” you say, clinging to some vague idea that Kyoya and Olivia might still be there. After some coaxing, you do allow them to get you to the (blissfully empty) kitchen, find you an unopened bottle of water, and get you to divulge the names of the friends you came here with.

They disappear, but you only have all of thirty seconds to feel abandoned before they return with the twins, who fuss over you and determine immediately that you should probably go home. Even though it’s, like, ten in the evening.

This part of the night is the fuzziest, even as you’re living through it. Stumbling down empty streets. Crashing through your front door. Crouching in front of the toilet with one twin holding your hair back. Being tucked into bed on your side. The door; Haruhi’s voice; the door again, and quiet. Someone leaving pills and water and a big blue bottle on your nightstand. Sleep, curling around you.

And then, while you dream: flashes of warmth and witty remarks and dark, dark eyes.

[honeymilkau]

Iron Roses

Eddie Munson x Female Reader 18+

summary: when your band - Iron Roses - walk into The Hideout bar in Hawkins to play a shared set with Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson couldn’t help but become interested in you as he watched you play the drums. The two of you become acquainted with each other enough for you to join The Hellfire Club, as your relationship grows, your feelings for each other grows with it.

word count: 4969

genre: soft x smut

warnings: intense sex holy crap/ idk anything about D&D, just wanted to make this very clear/ swearing

-

DECEMBER

The bandmates of Corroded Coffin walked into the bar - The Hideout - where they were set to perform later that Tuesday night. "I think that we'll get a bit of a crowd tonight, its winter break." Eddie smirked, helping Gareth and Jeff set up the stage. Gareth only struggled while Jeff muttered a hopeful "maybe" under his breath

"It'll be great boys, they'll be cheering for us." He grinned, helping with the wiring. The owner of the hideout walked up to the boys, shaking their hands and thanking them for coming back. "Now before you leave the stage, introduce the next performance, another band."

"Yeah sure, when did you decide to do two acts?" Eddie couldn't help but ask

"Iron Roses just formed and they were pretty desperate so, I decided to give them a chance, see how they do." Mr Smith smiled softly "I'll leave you guys to continue setting up."

He left them to themselves. They continued setting upland soon enough, the small bar started filling up with college students, catching up with their childhood friends after being away from each other for so long.

Eddie smirked softly "Its time boys" he bent over and grabbed his electric guitar, picking it up and kissing it quickly "Lets go, baby girl." He wrapped the guitar strap around him and started teasing onstage, followed by his bandmates.

"Hello everyone, we're corroded coffin." He said smugly into the mic as the crowd went silent.

They started playing the intro to Enter Sandman by Metallica, only a couple of people cheering them on in the crowd. They continued playing as the crowed got more excited and started cheering them on more.

You walked in with three other girls, watching the boys perform. You nod softly "They're pretty good." You commented, impressed by their performance. Your eyes danced around the stage, looking at everyone in the band before a long, curly haired guy appeared at the corner of your eye, playing his guitar.

As you continued to stare, his solo came on. You were undeniably impressed with this boys talent. He was eccentric, charismatic, fun, he thrived off the audience and the reactions he was given. He was an artist.

"He's pretty good." Your guitarist, Emily, commented

"Pretty sexy too." Madelaine chuckled

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes "I wasn't thinking about him like that."

Your band continued watching the rest of their set, the crowd cheered in unison, clapping loudly "Thank you, Thank you everyone. Again, we're Corroded Coffin, we're here every Tuesday night, we hope you enjoyed us. Please get ready for the next performance of the night, Iron Roses."

"Lets go." Madelaine said, leading the group to the stage. You all walked pass Corroded Coffin as you walked onto stage. You grabbed your drum sticks and looked over at the guy who was playing guitar before. He smiled in your direction and gave you a little wave.

"Kick some ass." He said to you

You smiled and nodded at home "It'll be tough to do so after your set."

He couldn't say anything else to you before you walked on stage with the rest of the girls.

The crowd cheered once again "Hi everyone, we're Iron Roses. We hope you enjoy."

You and Emily looked at each other, you spun your drumsticks around your fingers as she nodded at you. You both started the song Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, making the crowd scream. Aj Soon followed in with the bass and Madelaine started with the vocals.

The boys watched, mouth opened slightly. "Fuck," Eddie said under his breath, watching you play "They're good."

After your set was done, madelaine waved to the crowd "Again, we're Iron roses! I'm Madelaine, main vocal, then was have Aj on bass, emily on guitar and Y/n on drums." once again, the crowd cheered for your group as you left the stage.

You all started loading up the small things you had into Aj's van. "Good first show, if i do say so myself." she grinned, looking over at you.

"Good? It was great." you smiled back at her, helping her with whatever she needed.

"Hey," a calming voice called out to the four of you, you looked up to see the band from before.

"Uh, I'm eddie, this is Gareth and Jeff." he pointed to the two guys behind him who waved at you all.

"I'm madelaine!" mads' thrilled attitude came out and she shook eddie's hand. "You killed it on guitar today."

"Thanks," he grinned and looked over at emily "You're good yourself, you were shredding it."

Emily grinned "Thanks"

He looked over at you and nodded in your direction "So,"

you looked at him shyly "So,"

he motioned to move you away from the group. They all took the hint pretty quickly and started talking amongst themselves, getting to know each other.

"I think it's pretty safe to say that you kicked total ass, you actually kicked ass way harder than we did."

you chuckled softly "I don't think we did but, I appreciate the compliment, Eddie."

he nervously looked down at his shoes "So uh, Y/n, pretty cool name, Iron roses?" he questioned you with a sour look on his face

"Corroded Coffin?" you gave him the same look

"Hey now, it's a good band name, we've had it since middle school." Eddie protected the name

you couldn't help but chuckle "I had to stop myself from laughing every time i heard you say it."

"Hey now," he shoved your shoulder slightly "You're talking as if it's the worst band name in the history of rock."

"That's because it is the worst band name in the history of rock." you stated "Ill get the Hawkins Post to write a new story about it right away." you patted his shoulder before continuing to help pack.

He helped you lift a speaker into the van "So what are the chances of me asking for your number and you actually giving it to me?"

"My real number? Or the one i give to curly haired freaks like you."

"Well i was sorta hoping for your real number but if I also fit under 'curly haired freaks' then ill take that one as well." he leaned up against the van doors, a smile tugging on his lips "band sessions, it'll be fun."

"Em? Do you have a pen?" you called out. She rushed over to you with a black pen she pulled out from her purse in the car and winked at you.

You rolled up Eddie's sleeve and put down your number "There." You smiled

"Now is this your real number or fake one?" He asked softly

You cleared your throat as you got closer to eddie "Well, I don't know. Why don't you call to figure it out?"

He smiled at you and you smiled back "Gotta go, nice meeting you ed's." you waved at him and got in the van with the rest of your band mates.

-

MARCH

the doors to the theatre slammed open as you ran inside "Sorry! So sorry!"

"M'lady, must you always be late for the campaign?!" Eddie shrieked

"Im sorry, i was running a bit behind at hand practice but i'm here now with full attention." You took a seat beside eddie.

He kept looking at you as you calmed down from your frantic gestures. "I'm good"

"Okay, great." he continued as dungeon master during the final rounds of the campaign as his voice became sonorous.

"The hooded cultist chat, 'hail lord vecna, hail lord vecna'. They turn to you, remove their hoods; you recognize most of them from makbar, however, there is one you do not recognize..."

he looks around the table at each individual player "His skin shriveled, desiccated. Something else, he is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!" he put his left arm behind his back and his right hand over his left eye to cover it as the party members screamed

"No! No!" mike screamed, covering his face

"Vecnas dead! He was killed by Kas!" you said loudly

"So it was thought, my friend. so it was thought. Vecna lives!"

he peered at the table "Do you flee vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

You all looked around the table, trying to decide what to do.

"I say we fight." dustin said, "to the death!"

"To the death." you agreed and looked over at eddie. He smiled softly at you as the rest of the players chanted 'To the death!' as they hit the table.

the campaign continued, all of you dying one by one, leaving erica and dustin to fight for themselves.

They both rolled, dustin missing but erica winning the whole game and defeating vecna by rolling 8.

the whole party cheered in victory as you gave eddie a high five. "Good playing today, rockstar." he smiled at you.

you all finished up at hellfire and left the school together. You were talking to dustin about the game when eddie slipped his hand into yours "movies? My place?"

"Yeah," you removed your hand from his now that he had your full attention

"You get to pick this time."

"Oh my god you're letting me pick the movie? Oh my god king eddie is stepping down from his throne and is letting someone else call the shots for once?" you asked in disbelief

he scowled at you "Just for that, next gig, i'm throwing shots at you the entire time."

"im so scared." you got into your car as he got in the passenger seat.

You drove to his trailer, parking the car next to his van. You both walked in "Uncle Wayne's gone, on night shift again, so we're alone all night."

"Should i have the cops on speed dial just in case you do anything shifty?" you teased

"Ha ha ha ha, very funny." he sat on the couch, waiting for you to sit next to him. You plopped next to him on the couch, looking through VHS tapes "What do you

wanna watch? I meant it when i said you can pick."

"The shining." you pulled it out happily and handed it to him. "Please."

he stared at it and sighed "You're lucky, y/n." he got up, putting the tape in "You're so lucky that you are who you are, I don't like that many people."

"You like me huh?"

He looked back at you with a shy smile "Has it not been obvious enough, sweetheart?"

You smiled back at him and played with all the rings on your fingers nervously. You've known eddie for a couple months now and all you both ever done is flirt. There's nothing wrong with the flirting, you liked it, but you didn't know how to take it further than that without being a total flustered mess.

he sat down next to you again as the movie played. He put his feet on top the coffee table as he moved closer to you, looking at you slightly "Sorry you weren't the one to kill vecna tonight."

You were instantly confused as to what he said "It's just that you looked so excited when you wanted to fight Vecna, i know you wanted to be the hero."

"Who doesn't wanna be the hero?"

"I know, but you don't gotta be the hero every single time... like i said, there is no shame in running."

you wanted to change the subject, not wanting to get back into your shit playing at the campaign today. "So are you working on anything new? For the band i mean?" You asked

"Uh yeah, yeah, a couple new things. I wanna wait till their 100% done to show you though, they're all special like you so i want to make sure they're perfect before i play them."

you looked into his eyes "Well, why do they have to be so perfect? are they about anything in particular?" you asked softly.

He looked you up and down, watching your body language as your body shifted closer towards his, your perfume bouncing off your soft skin, his fingers danced upon the palm of your hand, playing with all the rings you had on "Take a wild guess on what they're about, y/n."

You both started leaning in slowly as Eddie's landline rung throughout the trailer. "Fuck off!" He groaned, getting up and mumbling curse words under his breath as he answered the phone "Hello?"

"Oh, yeah she's here. Yeah, yeah slow down, i'll send her over." He hung up the phone call and looked at you "Girl band emergency. You have been summoned at emily's, some sort of boy drama with madelaine."

"Figures." you got up and gathered your things "Ill call you, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, okay." he said sadly as you rushed into your car to drive to your friends.

-

The next morning, the entire town was struck with horror as a new tragedy hit Hawkins. A Hawkins High student was murdered last night.

You watched the TV with the rest of your band mates in shock

Hawkins new Chief spoke in front of the trailer park entrance in front of the press,

"No identities have been confirmed yet, all will be released to the public as soon as we put a crack in this case."

"This is so terrible." Aj commented as she continued watching

You looked closely at the background to see Eddie's trailer cautioned off and his van gone.

"Hey, y/n.. isn't that Eddie's trailer they're going in and out of?" emily asked.

You watched the screen in horror. No way eddie killed someone, you knew eddie better than anyone else, there's no way he murdered someone, right?

You quickly got up and rushed to grab your things, "Ill call you guys!" you said quickly as you rushed out of the house to go to your car, quickly turning it on and driving it around to find Eddie.

You looked around for hours, hitting all the spots he'd usually go to for some peace and quiet but there was no trace of him anywhere.

You were confused your entire search. You were with Eddie last night. He couldn't have told you to leave, brought someone else over and murdered them while you were gone and fled the scene. Eddie wasn't like that, eddie wasn't violent.

Eddie was sweet and caring, he was a calm guy, and the biggest chicken on earth no matter how tough and brave he acted in front of the party members. If eddie actually did this, you didn't know what you would do with yourself.

The last place you decided to go to was reefer ricks, you haven't been there since you first met Eddie, but this had to be where he was. You pulled up to see his van and another car.

“For fuck sake.”

you slammed your car door shut and marched up to the door, banging on it as you waited for someone to answer. You sighed and kept banging when no one came to the door "Eddie answer the fucking door it's me!" you banged on it harder.

The door flew open as you were pulled inside by Eddie himself. You instantly started hitting him over and over "Ow!" he hissed

"What the fuck did you do Eddie Munson! I swear to God you can't just fucking try and get with me and murder someone in the same night! and you ran?! you ran? What the fuck were you thinking?!" you said loudly.

"Hey hey hey!" he held you "Hey."

he looked at you as your eyes became cloudy with tears "Please eddie tell me it wasn't you...."

"It wasn't me, y/n." he brought you into a hug as you sobbed in his arms "It wasn't me. But you're not gunna believe me when I tell you what really happened."

You pulled away from him "What do you mean?"

"These guys can back me up." he looked over at Robin, Steve, Dustin and Erica. "There's been some shit going on in this town right under our noses for years."

As the gang explained, you took it all in carefully, you look over at Eddie, terrified about everything that was happening. "So if you get found..."

"Prison."

"Shit, okay, wow." you paced back and fourth "What the fuck do we do?"

"Well we need to keep eddie safe from the town while defending the town from Vecna, we need to figure out where he is before he curses someone else." Dustin said softly "Y/n, you'll be on Eddie duty, then we'll switch. Unless you don't wanna do the cool investigation shit with us?"

"I would like to do bad ass shit with you, thank you." you scoffed in his direction "ill go to the store to get him some food, then come back asap." you told the group

"Keep in touch." dustin passed a walkie to you. You thanked him and rushed to go get everything eddie could possibly need to survive.

After a couple hours, you headed back and knocked on the door for Eddie to open it. You knocked a couple times but he still hasn't answered "Eddie cmon, stop playing around with me this isn't the time to be joking." you kept knocking, groaning to yourself "Seriously? Dude, just open the fucking do-"

you got cut off by your own screams from someone picking you up from behind. you struggled for a moment till you saw long curly hair "GOD I HATE YOU PUT ME DOWN!" you whined, hitting eddie harshly.

You opened the door and Eddie helped you with bringing the food inside. You started putting away the food and making canned soup for him to eat. you were in your own respected space, in comfortable silence.

"How'd you find me?" Eddie asked "You know, here?"

"I just went everywhere. I went to Gareth's to see if they knew where you were, I tried to go to your trailer to talk to Wayne but they didn't let anyone through, i went to the lookout, I went to every place you have every showed me then finally I remembered you bringing me here once before to pick up from Reefer Rick, so i drove all the way out here and low and behold, here you are."

He just nodded in response before speaking again "Did you know it wasn't me? When you found out about the murder, did you honestly think it was me?"

"No. I didn't."

"Then why were you so angry when you came in here?"

you kept quiet as you poured the soup back into the metal can and grabbed a spoon.

"Y/n?" He questioned. Again, you said nothing, you just handed him the soup as you sat on top the kitchen counter. "Were you scared?" he questioned

"Of course I was scared, I thought there was a murderer on the loose." you defended

"Nope, not what i meant, let's try again." He put down his can and walked over to you "Were you scared of losing me?" he asked you, rephrasing the question.

Your heart beated quickly the closer he got, his big brown eyes looking into yours. A smirk forming on his lips

"will you leave me alone if i tell you the truth?"

He put his right arm over his heart and his left hand up in solidarity "Yes, m'lady. You have my word."

You rolled your eyes at his gestures and took a deep breath. "I was scared because there was a murderer on the lose, i was even more scared that when I found you that there was the possibility of it actually being you... and I was scared that if it wasn't and I couldn't find you then I lost you forever, and I don't want to lose you forever." you said softly "I wouldn't be able to bare it, Eddie."

He smiled softly "Thank you for telling me the truth."

He looked around and saw the old record player Reefer had "Did you bring any music?"

"Maybe." you smiled wide, hopping down from the counter top, putting on Mötley Crüe, "Shout at the devil." album on, listening to the A side from the beginning. "In the beginning" started playing as you turned back to look at Eddie "It needs to be low like this, okay? we don't need to risk anyone out here finding you."

He nodded as you walked back into the kitchen, the intro soon fading out and the Title track playing lowly over the speaker.

"Why would you miss me, Y/n?" He asked lowly, eyes looking you up and down

You leaned up against the cupboards beside him "I don't know... I just would."

"Stop with the bull shit. You know why, you just don't wanna  say it."

"Don't make me say it."

he stopped leaning and got in front of you, looking down at you "I wanna hear you say it. I don't think you know how bad I just want you to say it."

You hesitated as your cheeks became red "Eddie." He put his finger over your mouth.

"Cmon, y/n. You were so confident when we met, have you gone all shy and soft on me?" his eyebrows raised "Tell me what your feeling, sweetheart. Why were you scared to lose me?"

You moved his hand away from you and glared at him "I was scared to lose you because you're my friend and I care about you. I didn't want you to leave because that meant the end of 'us' before 'us' have even started! I mean, god eddie, what the fuck is taking you so long to ask me out? You keep saying I'm the scared one but I think it's all you because we've been nothing but flirty, you know I like you so I don't fucking understand what the fuck is taking you so long to kiss me and fuck me on this kitchen counter right now."

"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?" he lifted your chin up with his fingers "How bad?"

You felt yourself getting shy again "I-I."

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked slowly, making sure your heard every word clearly.

"So fucking bad."

He looked at you, amused at the situation that was going on. He was so unbelievably hard he didn't know how much longer he could keep up with this before he gave you the best sex of your life.

"Beg." his lips grazed over yours, refusing to actually kiss you until he was satisfied.

"Please Eddie, I want you to fuck me. You're being mean, I just want you to touch me." You whined, you were about to continue before Eddie placed his lips on yours.

You moaned slightly against his lips, he pulled your body closer to his as he kissed you. He teasingly brought your bottom lip in between is teeth and pulled slightly. You moaned softly from this action, making him smirk down at you. He couldn't help but turn that smirk into a soft smile before pecking your lips again quickly.

"Do you know how long i've been wanting to do that for?"

"Then what took you so long?" you asked, grinning up at him

He rolled his eyes before kissing you again, cupping your face with one hand while the other was on your waist. You moaned against each other's lips as you wanted each other more and more. Both of his hands landed under your thighs, lifting you up quickly as the kiss became more sloppy.

He ripped open your baggy band t-shirt, causing you to groan "Eddie, come on dude."

His lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck "I'm not in the mood to bicker with u about your lame t-shirt right now." He mumbled against your skin. He pulled away, pulling your pants off, throwing them off to the side and he separated your legs, "Fuck." he mumbled to himself.

He kissed your thighs, his lips moving closer and close to your folds and clit. He starts eating you out, a moan escaping your lips almost immediately "Fuck Eddie." Your fingers got tangled in his hair "Oh my god." you arched your back as he fingered you.

You moaned his name over and over again before shyly mumbling "I'm gunna cum."

He stopped and stood up quickly "Not yet baby girl," he started kissing you again, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue as he took off his jacket and belt, stepping back slightly to take off his pants fully.

"Don't stare at me." he huffed, he knew you were looking at his dick and he knew how much you were going to be cumming all over it within a matter of minutes.

"Oh so you can stare at me and rip my shirt but i can't stare at you?"

"I don't know? You just keep looking at-“

You pulled him close again by his guitar pick necklace "Just fuck me, Eddie."

He nodded as he kissed you again, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you "Holy shit." he moaned loudly "You're so-" he cut himself off with his own moans "You feel so good." he started thrusting slowly, waiting and hoping you'd tell him to go faster.

You were just as much as a moaning mess, moaning with each thrust. "Harder, Eddie."

"Yeah?" he took not even half a second to start fucking you the way he's been dreaming of. He made his thrusts deep and hard, picking up the pace.

"Oh my god!" you screamed as he fucked you, clenching around dick "I'm gunna cum" you moaned loudly "Fuck Eddie i'm gunna cum."

"Holy shit you're so hot baby girl." He groaned "Cum all over my dick sweetheart, do it as many time as you want."

You came as he continued fucking you, he had no intention of slowing down no matter how overstimulated you were.

You dug your nails into his back as he continued. "Y/n," he moaned into your ear "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, you're so fucking wet." he growled into your ear "All for me."

He pulled away from your ear but kept his pace as you looked into his eyes. He grabbed your face with his hand, admiring how your face looked "Fuck baby, you look so good all fucked out. Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Louder sweetie, couldn't hear you."

"You, Eddie I belong to you." You moaned louder

"Good girl," he moaned "I'm so close already, shit, where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me, i'm on the pill."

"the what?" he asked as he kept thrusting

"The pill? Eddie it's a pill that- Never mind i'll explain it after, just cum inside me and nothing will happen, I promise."

"Ill take your word for it," he said softly

"Just hold on if you can, i'm close again." You panted, digging your nails into his back.

he trusted harder and harder the more loud you were "Fuck eddie! I'm gunna cum again." you screamed

"Cum with me baby, you can do it."

Your nails dragged down his back and you moaned in ecstasy as you both finished. He stayed inside you for a bit, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"What?" you asked, trying to come down from your high "What is it?"

He kissed you sweetly, catching you by surprise "I just hate myself for not doing that to you sooner, that's all."

You pulled him close to you again before kissing him again. He smiled once you pulled away "You're dangerous." he said "I've never felt this way about any other girl in my life. I know a lot of shit is on the line right now but Ill do my best to protect you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "It's not me that's about to get hunted down by the town of Hawkins for a crime I didn't commit."

"You got a point." he chuckled back, helping you get off the counter top and helping you back into what's left of your clothes. you both walked over to the couch, snuggling up beside each other "We'll figure this out." he spoke up

"I know."

"And when we do, ill take you out on a date. I real one.”

You couldn’t help but smile over how dorky Eddie was being. “You’re goofy.” you couldn’t help but giggle into his shoulder as he sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, rockstar, I guess this is your way of telling me no date.”

you looked up at him with a smile still on your face “I don’t know, how bad do you wanna go on a date? Tell me how bad you wanna go.” You made fun of him, continuing to laugh harder and harder.

“You’re a bitch.” he flicked your forehead as you tried to calm down your laughter.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” you muttered out as you went down back to giggling “I really want to.”

Eddie smiled, amused at you “Really?”

“Yes, when this is all over, when we kill vecna, when we clear your name, when we can just leave this piece of shit town behind and move in together and just be fucking happy for once in our lives. I wanna go on a date with you.”

Eddie grinned, kissing your lips softly “It’s a date then. All we have to do is go to the upside down and kill this son of a bitch… what’s the worst that could happen?”

-

END

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Trio United. Felix x rime x mc. Poly mutual relationship.

• These two men plus you are whipped for each other 24/7.

• Teases are at maximum with rime and you being snarky trying to one-up the other. Sage and anisa always, ALWAYS see you three cuddling on the couch or taking naps. They made an inside joke which gets Rime and Felix to roll their eyes. While holding hands underneath a blanket their both wrapped together in. Touched starved, sirs. 

• Forehead kisses. Kiss him, then you, next I smooch him and after you. Repeat the cycle. 

• Hugs from the back, side-to-side, front hugs, or group hugs.

• Favorite time is family game night. Competitiveness is unbelievable. No one is safe. Flirty and notoriously asking to be bench pressed by both cheeky men, as you kick each other underneath the table. 

• The top ten betrayals are when Rime caresses your inner thigh making you jump and lose focus. You lose a turn in the next rounds. Giving him the lead. Distracting Felix by stealing a kiss here and there so he fumbles every match. Felix messes with rime's tail, swishing at his cold slender fingers. Rime forfeits the round with a pout and slight blush.

• This is a common occurrence year-round. Switches. ;)

• Book club to the point all three read to each other without a doubt. You made them matching bookmarks. 

• Style or braid each other's hair. Team effort is when the two men recognize the importance of facial care. Massages can be beneficial. Help with their eyeliner. Blow in their ears to spook them. Do it!

• Rime gives you head pats. Felix praises your efforts for every spell you've mastered. Training is a must. Exhausted. No biggie. Sit on either one's lap. 

• Encourage felix to pick up new hobbies. Ask him about the finer details of his taxidermy, writing, and hand-made accessories. 

• Rub rime's shoulders and entwine your fingers through his hair. Buy him jewelry for his antlers. Praise him on the double. 

• Hold hands in public or private. Doesn't matter to you guys. Change it up. Felix in the middle of you and rime. Rime giving you a piggyback and walking beside felix. You carrying felix while rime laughs at his beat red flabbergasted expression.

• No secrets amongst each other. Trust is composed of earning respect, listening to concerns, and supporting a s/o. Arguments. (Walk away. Take a breathe. And resume on calmer grounds.) Never take sides. Three stories and the truth. Keep friends and family out of arguments. Talk to each other until a solution is agreed upon by the entire group.

• Nicknames for rime (Bambi, Rudolph, deer boy 😶🙌 forest grump, strawberry). For felix (bean sprout, green bean, olive boy, emo prince, gothic crow) 

• Sugar daddies. 

• The trio shares rooms. Borrow stuff but bring felix stuff back he is strict about his book system. 

• Look deep into their eyes. Staring contest. Begin. Poke them. You win!

•Your phone screen is the two men splashing each other in the bathhouse.

• Purchasing the same thing to realise you three shared a single brain cell at once. 

• Explaining the situation to others. "These precious men are mine. I'm their's, what more is there to say." Confused onlooker. Sigh. "Think of it like chocolate mousse. I'm the whipped cream. Rime is the chocolate mousse and felix is the chocolate ganache." Still perplexed. "Delicious! Yet, satisfying all together in a swirl of delight!"

• One of you injured. Beast mode activated. Healers are on the scene. Smiley bandaids.

• Date nights. Table for three. They know your drinks and orders. Feed you one spoonful at a time. Pays the check. Don't leave without dessert!:)

• Dancing however, the party is wherever the trio goes. Dip each other. Karaoke.

• Count rimes freckles... he has 22. You've been blessed.

• Connect Felix beauty marks. I think there are 34. 35. Kiss each one for good luck.. 

• Notify each other the love that burns bright when seeing each other again and again daily. 

• Never give up on each other.

[goatanarchy]

Frog in the corner.

A tiny drabble about my warden being drunk. Notes: pure fluff, Warden/Duncan, Warden is he/they!, AU where Duncan doesn't die and is a companion because I want to, English is not my first language and there is no one checking my grammar. :')

He was a little surprised to find Sarikh curled into a ball, behind the bed in one of their rooms… and not dancing in the tavern downstairs. He was usually so lively and perhaps a little reckless with what drinks people would offer him. And now the mage was nothing more but a tiny frog sadly facing the wall in front of him.

Duncan sat on bed with a sigh:

“Had too much to drink?” “Ugh… no. Maybe?” - Sarikh whimpered. - “I think… I shouldn’t have lifted Tiger when Alistair said I couldn’t. Back hurts.” 

“You tried to lift the mabari?” - Duncan asked, failing to hide the utter bewilderment in his voice. The tiniest “Mhhmmm…” came out from Sarikh. It was mean to laugh… so Duncan didn’t. Not outloud. 

Out of all the things that could have left a lasting impact on their health in this blight, not counting the blood of the darkspawn, it had to be a drunken bet with Alistair. He almost envied Sarikh. It was endearing somehow and Duncan felt embarrassed by thinking that.

“Should I call for Wynne?”

“N-no! She is probably already asleep!-...” - the mage snapped a glare at Duncan with a weak and frankly pathetic protest. “...and….I don’t want you to feel even more embarrassed for me.” - he added after a while. Duncan cleared his throat. That was not the reason. Alas the man was not going to ask how the elf even knew what he was feeling. Just one of the many bizarre traits he had come to notice in Sarikh. Mages, well… they were always a bit weird, right?  He will keep thinking that.

“Let me help you onto the bed at least. Or do you like being a little frog in the corner?” - Duncan teased, yet his voice was soft, he couldn’t help it.

“I do like being a frog!” - Sarikh beamed, immediately following it up with a pained moan.

“But on the bed is better, please.”

Duncan stood and carefully turned the mage to face him, letting their arms embrace him around the neck. He felt their sides softly, to not disturb any more muscle, and swiftly and gently put Sarikh on the bed. A whiff of their red hair tickled his nose for a moment, he smelled cornflowers -.... Duncan blushed, now was not the time to think about that.

Sarikh let his arms linger on Duncan, looking the man straight into the eyes, bashfully. His hands were pleasantly cold - perhaps the only cold he liked. Duncan didn’t want to move away, even though he probably should have.

“Thank you.”

“It is nothing.”

It would be best if he left right now. He made sure that Sarikh didn’t get into any trouble in the tavern, well, almost, so he can go.

The mage traced his hands onto Duncan’s cheeks and smiled. This made him more flustered than it was socially acceptable. They could probably feel how hot his face is right now.

“Stay here for a while?” - they asked, in a way that Duncan knew Sarikh had learned from Zevran’s theatrical attempts at being shy. What a sly bastard that crow is.

Duncan laid near and Sarikh hugged a pillow and turned to face him, the happiest smile on their face.

“Sorry for keeping you here.” - the mage apologized, their eyes gleaming with warmth.

“It is hard to say “no” to you, do you know that?” - Duncan admitted rubbing his own cheek shyly.

“I’ve been told!” - Sarikh laughed and hid his face in the pillow as another wave of pain came over him. “Ughh. I’m never drinking with Alistair again…” “Next time drink with Alistair and Morrigan.” “Ahah, only if I want us all to get kicked out!”

Duncan reached to stroke Sarikh’s shoulder, almost embracing him again. “Sorry, I can’t give any more comfort here…”

Sarikh softened under the touch.

“It is enough. I love it when you hold me.”  - Duncan heard from behind the pillow and honestly, maybe he also needed one to hide his face.  One part of him was screaming to run. After all, why should he deserve this? Why does he get to have this moment?

The other part of him was very selfish and forgot how to walk.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Third chapter in the CorinthiAna fic

Rapscallion 

"So…"  The 'Angel of Death' began, cautiously reaching out for the beer the Corinthian offered her as he returned to the table they'd found at the corner of the club. ( Luckily their wounds had healed up sufficiently by the time they'd gone back in there weren't any awkward questions asked).

"I hope this isn't how you usually pick up women."

"Don't usually pick up women." The Corinthian said with a shrug, nursing his own beer 

"Occasionally but not usually. You?"

"Don't usually pick up anyone" She said bluntly, eyes flickering down to her drink then back up to where his would be, mouths safely tucked away behind glasses again.

"Look, if this drink is poisoned or something, it won't work. " She said with a suspicious glare, placing the glass down firmly on the table. 

 "Not unless yours is poisoned as well and you're hoping I'll drink your blood after you keel over or something. "

The Corinthian hid a smirk behind his glass, and said, "Good to know, I'll keep that in mind for next time"

Next time? What was he thinking "next time"? There wasn't ever a next time with him. By all rights he should go right back to trying to gouge her eyes out when this little interlude he'd decided to take  was over and yet…

And yet.

"Ok seriously are you trying to come onto me?" The pale woman asked sharply, scooting farther back from him, her eyes blazing with suspicion behind her red lense. "Is this all some weird sort of foreplay to you? What exactly do you want here?" 

What did he want? The Corinthian thought it over. He wanted her eyes. Those gorgeous  eyes, red as Dream's ruby.  He wanted to taste them, to taste what it felt like to have that much raw power stored up inside, the energy, the violence she embodied. The sheer animal supleness of a born hunter.

He had the dizzying thought would be like getting to experience himself from a different view.

But then it would be over. He couldn't count on getting a meal, getting a challenge like this again, not by a long shot. 

What did he want?

"Darlin' that was the best damn fight I've had in a long time, you've managed to actually impress me and that doesn't happen often let me tell you."

He took another swig of beer, letting his thoughts settle. What did he want…

"So, the only thing I want right now Angel," He said finally, turning his most charming smile on her, 

"Is the pleasure of sharing a drink with you"

He paused for a second nand added, with a softer, teasing grin,

"And maybe your name, your real one"

The Angel of Death looked at him  hard for a long moment, and then, to his utter delight, a small smile quirked the corner of her lips as she finally took a drink and said:

"Maybe next time"

The Corinthian beamed.

"So there is gonna be a next time?" 

"If you're running with the crowd I think you are I'm sure we'll meet up again at some point" 

She said with a knowing smirk over her glass,  just a hint of threat in her tone. Oh he liked that. How long bad it been since anyone had threatened him and been actually able to back it up?

Not since Dream, he thought, all those years ago. He wondered vaugly how his erstwhile leige lord was getting on in that snowglobe he'd help put him in. Did his royal kill-joy know just how long he'd been stuck down there now? Did he know this year was the year he'd be inadvertently standing up his immortal? Did it just make him squirm inside? 

A thought crossed the Corinthian's mind then, looking over at the not-mortal across from him, drinking in the corner of a crowed club. A grin crossed his face as the idea took hold. A dark mirror indeed…

"Well, we don't have to leave it chance you know"

The pale woman quirked an eyebrow over her glass, waiting for him to elaborate that odd statement.

"How's this, every month--"

There was no way in heaven or hell he was going to wait a hundred years, he didn't have that kind of stamina for delayed gratification

"‐-We meet back up here, do our dance out back again. If you win I'm out of the picture, if I win you are, and if we're both still standing at the end, we get another drink and we just…talk a bit, like we are now. Nothing more then that."

The pale woman was staring at him again.

"Seriously?"  She finally said, puttting her glass down and eyeing the glass as if she was unsure again of it's contents.

"Why? Why would you want that?"

The Corinthian shrugged nonchalantly "Commonality?" 

"Commonality?" She repeated, sounding incredibly dubious. 

"Well sure, don't know about you but it's been a while since I've been around anybody who's part of the…'Other' crowd as it were. Try to keep out of their sights for the most part but sometimes you want someone who 'gets it', you know?"

Her incredulity seemed to soften a bit at this explanation, that smirk was hiding in the corner of her crimson lips again.

"What, you on the run from the Faerie cops too or something?" She asked, letting the smirk slip out a bit more.

Faerie was her first thought huh? That was interesting.

"Something like that." He conceded, he suppsoed he was on the run from the justice of The Dreaming, of his betrayal of his lord.

"You?"

She stiffened again, drawing back into herself at the inquiry.

"Ah come on, you've seen me with my shades off, I've seen you with your fangs out"  The Corinthian teased, tinging the literal statements with a hint of the risque, rapscallion that he was, and was delighted to see the fainstest blush appear on those pale cheeks.

 "We've got nothing to hide from each other at this point, Angel." 

 The pale woman bit at her lip, thinking it over. He could practically taste the whirl of thoughts going on behind those scarlet eyes.

"I…"  She began, paused, the Corinthian stayed silent, willing her on with a raise of his glass.

"Three years ago, I was hired to…to do a job, for some pretty high up Gentry."  

Gentry, she did know something about the Fay then, had actual dealings with them. That was very interesting. 

"But I messed it up, and I ended up here"  

She gestured around vaugly, leaving it unclear as to what exactly she meant by "here". Here in this state? This state of being? The mortal world as opposed to Faerie itself?

"…and I can't get home"

Ah, likely the latter then. 

"And you want to?" He asked, his tone neutral. From what he knew of Faerie and the way it worked, he'd have thought someone like her would have been well pleased to be out of it. He had been to shake the sand of the Dreaming from his boots.

She paused again, considering her answer. Ah, so she wasn't all that keen to get back.

"I want to make sure someone I…I care about is alright" She said finally, pulling absently at a scrunchie around her wrist, letting it snap into her skin as her mind drifted off elsewhere.

The Corinthian felt a ridiculous twinge of annoyance, he wanted her attention on him rightr now, not this currently untenable fairy lover or whatever they were.

"And in the meantime you decide to take up the hobby of  killing serial killers?"  He said crisply, bring the conversation back to what had gotten them here in the first place.

The sharpness was back in her eyes again, fixed on him. Good.

"It's what I do back home, I kill monsters, It's what I'm good at." She said stiffly, though there was a hint of pride below it that rankled him, that she should feel pride at using her talents running errands for some stuck up Faeire lord. It reminded him annoyingly of…well never mind what it reminded him of.

"Monsters?"  He said with sharp smirk, eyeingher up and down and tapping at one of his canine teeth knowingly "Now isn't that a little hypothetical?"

This time she went as stiff as marble, before standing up abruptly and starting towards the door.

"Thanks for the drink" She said acidly, her back turned to him.

Before he could think the Corinthian's hand shot out and grapped at her wrist. She whirled around, eyes blazing, and he had to bite back a grin at having them trained on him once more 

"I upset you" He said quickly,  "I'm sorry"

He was surprised to find that he actually meant it. He had a sudden flash of memory, the first time anyone in the Waking World had ever seen behind his glasses, how they'd screamed, how utterly disgusting he's felt, how subhuman, how…monsterous.

Well he was a monster…but, somehow it didn't sit right with him to have made this woman feel like he had at that moment. 

Good greif he must be losing his ability to hold his alcohol.

He quickly brought a smirk back to his face and said as cheerily and cheekily as he could,

"We still on for next month?"

"You're insane"  

"So they tell me"

The pale woman glared at him, but she still hadn't pulled her arm away.

There was a moment's awkward pause between them, staring at eachother through their respective glasses before she finally said, sounding both annoyed and bewildered, 

"I'm not sure why I've been sitting talking to you, I really shouldn't be. I should be trying to cut your throat or something, that's what I should do…"

She paused again, looking down at him with an unreadable expression on her face, before shaking her head to clear away whatever she'd been thinking of.

"Maybe I'm going a bit crazy too, after all this time alone." She finally said, softly.

She pulled her hand out of his grip then, and the Corinthian didn't stop her.

She began walking towards the door again, but stopped suddenly and turned back, looking confused again.

"...you're really gonna let me just, walk away from this?" She asked, looking him over as though trying to sense a trap.

The Corinthian shrugged, "Why not?"

"Well for one thing, what'll your 'friends' think? Letting 'The Angel of Death' loose to take them out again?" She asked dryly.

He shrugged again, finishing his beer.

"They're more business associates then friends, and I don't really care if you thin out the business a bit."

He lowered the glass to smile at her as he added,

"And like I said, you're interesting Angel. It'd be shame to make this a one time event…And I still want to know your name."

She gave him another long look, then smiled back as she said casually, turning again for the door:

"Ask me next month."