At five, he named every single peacock. Every. Single. Peacock. Lucius called him foolish. Narcissa smiled. Both choked on their tea when during a light lunch in the garden, one peacock pecked another aggressively, and five-year-old Draco sprung up on his chair and shouted, “Bad Severus! Bad! Time-out!”
He grew up a lonely child - doted on and loved, but lonely. There was the occasional visit from his father’s associates and their children, mostly Crabbe and Goyle, but they were more pawns than friends, bigger, dumber children to boss around.
Later (too late), he’ll realize this and will learn regret for what could’ve been, if he had actually treated them like friends.
He played pretend often as a child. Usually, he was the prince, the hero. But sometimes he was the dragon, wrecking everything in his path.
He can’t function without coffee in the morning.
He cries when Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt declares him not-guilty and freed of all charges.
The manor becomes a thing of fear and horror to Draco after the war, his memories of home forever tarnished by Voldemort’s presence, by the monstrosities that happened there. He can’t show his face in the Wizarding World without fear of being ambushed, or, at the very least, looked upon with hatred and disgust. He starts visiting a muggle village near the manor, where nobody knows him or his past and he can be anyone.
The more time he spends around muggles the more he realizes his parents were wrong - how could anyone who could create all of this without magic be useless or unintelligent? And the nice girl at the coffee shop who smiles at him every day and asks him how he is when she doesn’t have to, could just hand him his coffee and move on, can’t be a waste of space, she just can’t.
Lucius finds out where he’s spending his time. They get into a huge fight - their only real fight because Draco had always been a good son, he prided himself on being a good son. It’s the first time he ever raises his voice to his father. It’s the first time his father strikes - truly strikes - him, open palm, across the face, and something that had already been frayed between them breaks in two.
Draco leaves home.
He returns to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs because he’s already starting off on the bottom rung with Death Eater stamped on his back - uneducated will be the death of him.
He learns to hate the name Malfoy and repels everything to do with it.
He joins healer training after Hogwarts, with so many ‘Outstanding’ N.E.W.Ts behind him, St. Mungo’s can’t turn down his application.
But that doesn’t stop his trainers and co-workers from making his life an absolute hell, doing everything they can to make him quit. That doesn’t stop the looks they and the patients alike give him, distrust and disgust. He does not quit. He works harder than he’s ever worked at anything in his life because he’s finally found a purpose, a real purpose - to make others feel a little less broken than he does on a daily basis, to fix them because he doesn’t know how to fix himself.
It’s not redemption. It’s not an apology. He just wants to help, be a better him, for once in his life.
And yes, the first time a patient pukes on him, he almost quits, because puke in his shoes, but he doesn’t.
And he’s brilliant at it. He destroys at healer training. Becomes the greatest healer St. Mungo’s has. And suddenly, people aren’t avoiding him any longer, but asking for him, requesting him.
He earns the title of Potions Master - a very prestigious, difficult title only awarded to the best.
He creates potions not only for St. Mungo’s, but also for smaller, free clinics, for people who can’t afford St. Mungo’s.
He single-handedly revolutionizes healing potions as the wizarding world knows them.
He carries lollipops in the pocket of his healer robes for children patients.
He has a son - Scorpius Hyperion - who takes the last name Malfoy, just like he had when he came into this world.
He stops hating the name Malfoy and instead decides to change what it stands for, make it more than it ever was. Make it a name his son can be proud to own.
She’s moved on.
But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.
She’s moved on.
But she’s kept every possession that has any connection to him.
She’s moved on.
But when she comes across that flannel he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.
She’s moved on.
But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.
She’s moved on.
But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.
She’s moved on?
But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…
You never really move on, just move past…// Sil. R. (Via ourvoicematters)
Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.
He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.
He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.
“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.
“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.
“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”
The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.
Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.
They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.
They were peaceful.
“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.
She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.
So what was Richie’s reason?
“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”
“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”
Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”
“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”
Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.
“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.
“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)
“What does that mean?”
“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”
“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.
“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”
The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.
“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.
“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.
“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.
“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”
Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”
“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”
“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”
“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”
Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”
“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.
Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.
“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.
The person at his window was Richie.
“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.
“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.
Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.
That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”
“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)
Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.
Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.
She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times
She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.
“You need to tell him.”
“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”
“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.
A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.
“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”
Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.
“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.
(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)
J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.
(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)
Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.
(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)
Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.
(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)
Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.
(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)
Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.
(Okay, now for the real shit.)
Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.
(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)
Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.
(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)
Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.
(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”
Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”
“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”
“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.
A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.
Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.
“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.
As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.
He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.
He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.
Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.
Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.
“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.
“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”
“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.
“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.
“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”
Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.
I was just thinking of Kagome’s first words to Inuyasha after she comes through the well : “I’m sorry Inuyasha, were you waiting for me?” (And various permutations of that) and the deeper meaning behind her words
Because there’s no surprise in that statement at all. You can see it in how she’s drawn in that panel and hear it in the delivery of both English and Japanese versions of the anime. I don’t think she doubted for a second that she’d get back and find him waiting for her, which is why I think she was able to make the decision. Trust is so important to them, and she trusted he’d still be there waiting. Whatever she thought during those three years, at that moment she didn’t doubt him.
Which, in my mind, is why she apologizes. BECAUSE she knew he was waiting. ALL THAT TIME. She knows him enough to realize how lonely he must have been, because even though he has friends now, he’s still not an open person, and he’s been through so much, but he’s so loyal, and I just…… I think in that moment she realized what that waiting had cost him, but at the same time she was so grateful and just happy to see him and happy to know he wanted to see her too, and I think she knows that he would have waited for her however long it took, and because of that she can’t help her first words to him being “I’m sorry” and I think it’s beautiful and just…..
Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long
Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one.
Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team.
“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested.
“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.”
“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself.
“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.
“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.”
“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.”
I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads.
Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.
“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly
“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him
“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame”
“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled.
“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.
“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.”
I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away.
The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.
“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch.
“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.
“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.
“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.
“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him.
Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.
“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen.
“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.
“What about it?” I was still confused.
“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.
“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.”
“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.
“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.”
“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined
“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”
“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone.
“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.
“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.
“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.
“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.”
Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.
“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them
“I already knew that” Peter winked at me
“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that”
“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.
There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business.
“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.
Seeing post-secret session drama online made me think of something I witnessed in the T-Party room before one of Taylor’s concerts — I guess it would have been the Fearless tour.
There was a young girl there to meet Taylor. She hung at the edge of the meet ‘n’ greet, waiting for all the other girls to finish talking to her. A high-risk gambit, to be sure — artists have strict time limits for these things before a show, and she could have missed her chance completely — but, in this case, her move paid off. She got some good alone time with Taylor, because everybody else had gone.
They exchanged greetings and chit-chatted for a while. Taylor put her at ease, made her feel like they’d known each other forever. As she does. The girl asked Taylor to sign something for her best friend. Then she asked if Taylor would film a video greeting to her class at school. Taylor did both. The girl gave Taylor a hug, thanked her, and then was done.
Except Taylor wasn’t.
“Wow!” Taylor said, looking kind of wide-eyed at the girl. “You didn’t ask for anything for yourself. That’s so impressive. I love that!”
Just something to keep in mind if you’re fortunate enough to get an invitation.
Take the courses. Brace the main and mizzen aback. Haul in the guns. Close all the gun ports. You’re letting up? With the damage done to the rig, I can’t maneuver our broadside around fast enough to be of any effect. The sloops are too nimble. But hauling in the guns? They’ll board us easily.
Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.
“Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.
“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.
“He came by today,”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.
“The prospect that someone actually has feelings for you that aren’t platonic?” Jonathan shrugged as if it made perfect sense. “You’re so used to it just being me and you that the thought of someone actually spilling their guts out to you freaks you out. And he actually did it,”
“Shouldn’t it freak me out?! This is a normal reaction! I am reacting normally!” She grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and smothered her face in it, screaming.
“And from the fact that you’ve been cooped up in your house all weekend, missed school today, and you’re now screaming into a pillow, I’d say that…this is effecting you as more than a freak out,” Y/N took the pillow off her face and glared at Jonathan.
“I do not like him,” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t!”
“Okay,” He shrugged.
“He’s a jerk!” Y/N went back to pacing, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.
“Uh-huh,” He nodded.
“He’s completely full of himself,”
“And don’tget me started on that stupid hair,” She pointed at Jonathan, who just sat and watched his best friend unravel before his very eyes. “Stupid, perfect hair,” She muttered to herself, but was loud enough for Jonathan to catch it.
“Anything else?” She looked like a wild woman before him as she held her arm out on either side of her.
“Literally everything about him is bad!” Jonathan rolled his eyes.
“Come on, you know that’s not true. I mean, yeah, he’s a dick, but after everything you told me he said, it makes sense. And…he’s a person with feelings?”
“What are you doing?” Y/N pointed accusingly at Jonathan,
“Nothing,” He put his hands out in surrender, “It’s just that from a guy’s perspective, it kinda makes sense,”
“It makes sense that he’s treated you like shit for three years? That’s what you’re saying? Now he suddenly has feelings?”
“Yeah, for you -a girl- who is not me.” Then Jonathan sighed, “Do I appreciate that he’s treated me like shit for three years because he has some kind of neanderthal complex? No, but you’re not seeing it the way I’m seeing it.”
“Then maybe you should date him,” Jonathan gave her a pointed look.
“Don’t deflect,” Y/N shoved a pillow into his chest, “Listen, I’m the last person that would defend him to anyone, especially you, but he just had a look when I talked to him at school.” Y/N sat back down. “Do what you want, but now that I know he came to check on you when I told him you weren’t in class, it all adds up. Do I like that it’s him that’s making a move on you, no, but he seems…genuine? And if he can make you happy…” Y/N flung herself back onto the cushions and groaned.
“I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do,” Y/N looked to Jonathan for any kind of direction.
“You could do the normal human thing and give him a shot? Talk to him without clamming up.” Y/N’s face scrunched up.
“Who are you?”
“I can’t do this,” Y/N stared at her garage door from the driver seat of her car. She sat there in the freezing car for at least a half hour. The key wasn’t even in the ignition and she felt like she was going to throw up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back against the seat and took deep, calming breaths.
A sudden knock on her window caused her to punch the horn in freight.
“Shit-fuck!” Y/N screamed, her body sliding awkwardly to the floor space of the Jetta. Her head and shoulders were on on the seat and she could see Steve’s petrified face looking down at her.
Y/N, even more awkwardly, cranked the window down.
“Are you alright?” Y/N nodded
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually,” Steve raised an eyebrow at her tone. “I was actually on my way to find you,”
“Really?” He asked skeptically. She awkwardly nodded. “Going nowhere fast?” He nodded to the keys sitting on the passenger seat. Y/N rolled her head to look, then back to Steve.
“I would’ve made it there…eventually,” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I was incredibly rude this morning. This isn’t…easy…for me,”
“Uh, apology accepted, but are we going to do this, like this?” Steve motioned between the two of them.
“Can you…turn around or something? So I can, at least, keep some of my dignity?” Steve chuckled and humored her. With his back turned, the door opened with a squeak and Steve heard a grunt and a plop on the pavement behind him. He snickered to himself, not wanting to piss her off.
“Alright, I’m somewhat presentable,” Y/N was stuffing her keys into her coat pocket as he turned back around.
“You uh, want to go for a ride?” Steve did a side nod, motioning to his car, hopeful that she would take him up on his offer. It took everything in Y/N to not bolt for the door to her house, but she nodded and followed him, getting in on the passenger side.
They drove in silence, only the cassette playing softly as background noise. Y/N recognized it, more than recognized it.
“Escape?” Y/N asked. She knew which album it was, but she was trying to initiate the conversation. Goddamn it, Jonathan. Steve smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, it’s a great album,” Jonathan actually bought her the album as an early birthday present when it was released in ’81 because she was absolutely obsessed with Steve Perry for a short period of time. She wasn’t going to tell Steve that though.
“It’s a favorite of mine,” She admitted. Don’t clam up. Y/N had to hold her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.
“Me too!” Steve nearly shouted, then immediately looked horrified at his outburst. He was just happy they could agree on something. One of Y/N’s hands covered her mouth, but he saw her smile before the mittens on her hands covered it. “There it is. I finally get a smile out of you and it’s because I’m an idiot,” Steve muttered shook his head, but blushed all the same causing Y/N to actually laugh. Unfortunately for Steve, it was gone as quickly as it came. Y/N was soon back to her nervous, quiet self.
Steve drove through Hawkins and passed through the town limits. There were miles of hills and flatlands outside of the town. There was a gravel turn off of the two lane highway. They drove with Journey filling the silence until he parked facing the town. The sun was starting to set over the mountain at the backside of Hawkins, casting a pink glow over everything. Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face Y/N.
“So,” Steve started, “Were you actually going out to find me?” Y/N turned to look at him. She nodded.
“Okay,” He pressed for Y/N to continue.
“It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been entirely fair to you. I never considered that you were actually serious, serious. Like, I knew you were serious, but there’s no way you could’ve actually been seriously serious? You know?” Steve’s brain tried to compute what Y/N was trying to say, but he ended up with -Y/N would never admit- an adorably confused face.
“No?” Y/N sighed and looked down to her hands.
“No one’s ever really shown interest in me, which is fine, but then you came whirling out of nowhere, confessing that you’ve been pining after me for years. To be blunt, Steve, it fucked me up.”
“Not the reaction I was hoping for, just so you know,” Y/N took the mittens off her now warm hands and set them on her lap.
“I guess I’ve never really been interested in relationships to actually care that I’ve never had one. I never imagined myself in one. It just…wasn’t a thought. My parent’s relationship was incredibly shitty, so I guess that played a part in it. I figured if that was what a relationship was, I didn’t want any part in one. After they got divorced, my mom seemed happier, so why even go through it in the first place if you could bypass it and just be happy? Then you came along and now I don’t know what to think anymore. What I do know is that what I’m feeling right now isn’t something I’ve ever felt before, and if I don’t give this a shot, I’ll regret it.” She partially mirrored his words during their last car ride. Steve’s eyes held hope. Give him a shot.
“But now that you’ve come back, turned night into day. I need you to stay,”
Y/N grabbed every ounce of courage she held within her and reached over to Steve. She gently cupped his cheek and pulled him towards her. The song playing over the stereo gave her some extra needed encouragement.
“So now I come to you with open arms. Nothing to hide, believe what I say.”
When their lips met, it was like fireworks were erupting behind Y/N’s eyes. It was short, but it was sweeter than anything she could’ve ever imagined.
“So here I am with open arms. Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me with open arms,”
This…really just happened. Y/N kissed Steve because she wanted to. She wanted to.
As they pulled apart, Steve had the goofiest smile stretched across his face.
“Thanks,” Y/N bursted into a full laugh in Steve’s face. It was like music to his ears. Her forehead hit his chest and he could feel the rumbles of her laughter. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and held her to himself as she tried to calm down. Once she could form words again, she pulled herself up. Steve’s hand moved to rest at the base of her neck, his thumb rubbing just under her ear.
“You’re welcome, Steve.” Y/N said with a shy smile and a darkening blush on her cheeks.
There it is; the meat and potatoes y’all have been waiting for because I’m a creature that thrives on angst and suffering. I had the dumbest look on my face while I tried to write this.
I don’t know if I want to post more to this? It seems like a good place to end it? Idk, I might do a few parts of moments throughout their relationship??
I saw she could / watch her own house burn / without moving a muscle, I saw she could / light the pyre. / I could see her in a temple, tying someone up / or being tied up, or being made nothing / or making someone nothing. / I saw she was full of cruelty / and full of kindness, brimming with it – / I had known but not known this, that she was human, / she had it all inside her, all of it. / She saw me seeing that, she liked that I saw it.
Sharon Olds, from Selected Poems; “The Spouses Waking Up in the Hotel Mirror,”
I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley , @bananannabeth@keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.
For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.
‘I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)
Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.
With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”
“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.
“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.
“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”
Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”
“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”
The tank of the group. He generally doesn’t want to hurt you. Please leave this sweetheart alone.
He’s on the defense most of the time and can take a lot of damage before finally getting knocked out.
His attacks are mainly soft punches and tackles, but the one that does the most damage is a crushing bear hug (if you get too close).
If you don’t attack for about 5-8 minutes, he’ll doze off and fall asleep. You can safely walk past him once he does.
“Mace-to-the-face” approach. Her attacks hit fast and hard, and she moves unpredictably.
Her sprite can be all over the place and she’s a pro at dodging. She takes much damage when you get to land a hit, though.
She attacks with her mace and occasionally her electric guitar. She would also occasionally kick, claw, and jump at you.
When she goes on all fours, she’s much more mobile and could even disappear completely. She can attack from behind.
Her special move involves her busting out a guitar and playing it, creating shockwaves that will stun you (but you can avoid them). She’s vulnerable at this point since this is the only time she’s standing still.
Has the entire Black Hat Org. catalogue at his disposal. He primarily attacks from a distance, but his weapons are homing and devastating.
He’s fixed to one side of the screen. He keeps his distance from the player since he’s a glass cannon. He takes more damage than Demencia does in a single hit.
He has a massive arsenal of missiles, bombs, lasers, and barriers. For his ult, he activates the BH Security System. There’s a single, very specific spot on the screen where you won’t get hit.
His attacks come in a particular pattern and sequence. Once you learn it, he’ll be easy to take down.
On occasion, he’ll activate the Anti-Gravity Device. The controls will reverse when you’re on the ceiling. He’ll be protected by a barrier and won’t attack you, but you’ll have to protect yourself from the projectiles flying around you.
The boss battle. He’s nearly as resilient as 5.0.5. and as unpredictable as Demencia; he also creates projectiles similar to Dr. Flug. Attacks viciously and relentlessly.
Before the battle, he will shove you into a portal he’s torn open with his claws. This dimension gives him the home-field advantage.
During the battle, the screen will often be a mess of lasers, knives, sawblades, and tentacles. You’re going to need Touhou-level dodging skills to survive. His moves, however, come slower compared to the other three bosses.
He creates sentient blobs full of teeth that will crawl on the floor toward you. If you don’t leap over them or destroy them first, they’ll catch and immobilize you for a few seconds.
His weak point is his monocle. At some point he will vanish and reappear as a massive head that will try to crush you with his jaws. If you avoid that attack and strike his monocle, he will immediately take significant damage, flinch, and return to his default form.
He will resort to an eldritch monster form when his HP’s lowered to half. He becomes increasingly difficult to hit and can quickly charge from one end of the screen to the next covered in spines and claws, dealing damage as he passes.
summary:beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, and sleep with him in three months. richie disagrees.
pairing: richie x eddie
2 months and 14 days remaining
Eddie knew something was wrong when he walked into school that morning. He felt eyes glued to the back of his head, piercing his skull with their stares. He hated it. He absolutely couldn’t stand it. It was like everyone around him knew something he didn’t. People whispered as he walked by, some even abruptly stopping their conversations when he approached. Eddie balled his hands into fists, attempting to calm his nerves. His hands were shaking a little, his legs a bit wobbly as he walked down the hallway. Eddie finally reached his locker, letting out a breath through his nostrils. His relief didn’t last long, though.
He wasn’t supposed to be home. As far as Y/N was aware he wasn’t supposed to be home for the next 2 hours. So you can imagine her shock when she hears his voice coming from the doorway of their bedroom. Gasping she sits up, legs snapping shut as she brings the bed sheet up to cover herself. He’s standing there, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
“Hey don’t stop because I’m here, looked like you were in the middle of something important.”
“But I- um… this is-”
“But it’s against the rules to touch yourself when I’m not here? Is that what you’re trying to say sweetheart?”
She nods as he walks towards her, eyes wide and mouth dry. As he reaches her he takes the covers from her hands and pulls her into his lap as he sits down.
“That’s right baby, you know what happens when my girl breaks my rules?”
Looking down at where his hands are rubbing her thighs she nods, refusing to look into his eyes. Bringing one hand up to cup her jaw he tilts her head up and makes her look at him. With a questioning hum he wordlessly tells her to answer him answer him with words, causing her to reply in a small voice.
“I get punished.”
Tightening his hand on her jaw, his eyes get darker.
“You get punished what?”
“I get punished daddy.”
Loosening his grip on her jaw and bringing her head into his neck he chuckles and whispers a ‘that’s right, you get punished’ into her ear. He kisses the sensitive spot just beneath her ear and it makes her buck her hips against his thigh, whimpering at the sensation.
“Is my pretty girl trying to get off on my thigh?”
Curling into him, she hides her face in the crook of his neck and nods as she grinds onto him.
“What’s got you this worked up my love? What’s got you so desperate you couldn’t wait for me to get home hm?”
It takes her a minute but when she finally responds with a ‘you daddy’, his grip on her tightens.She tells him she thinks about him every time she masturbates, thinks about going down on him while she rubs her cunt and thinks about his tongue when she cums, told him she’d done it whilst he was at work and she watches as his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. His hands on her waist push her down harder against him and he ever so subtly starts bouncing his leg, making her whimper against him.
“Not the good girl I thought you were are you baby love? No… You’re just my dirty little girl who gets off at the thought of me touching her. A little whore just for me, isn’t that right?”
His vulgar words are pushing her towards ecstasy hard and he can tell. Uttering a ‘just for you’ and she grips his shirt into her hands she remembers his only other rule. Don’t cum unless he lets her.
“M’so close daddy, please let me cum?”
A disappointed groan leaves her as he denies her and his hands still her hips and his leg stops bouncing against her. Pouting and eyebrows furrowed, she looks at him, her unamused face making him smile and trace his thumb over her pouted lip.
“Hey, put that lip away. You know only good girls get what they want, and you are certainly not being a good girl right now.”
Huffing, she places her lips against his, realising he hadn’t kissed her since he got home. It startles him slightly as he moves backwards unprepared. Wrapping one arm around her back and the other holding the back of her neck, he manoeuvres them around so he can lay her against the bed. Breaking their kiss he coos at how she unintentionally follows him as he pulls away from her.
“Wait there baby, won’t be a second.”
Going to their wardrobe, he pulls out the black box filled with toys designed especially for scenes like this. Walking back to where she was on the bed, he places the box next to her and takes out the silk ties that they only used when he needs her to stay still for him. Taking both her wrists in one of his hands he brings them up towards the headboard.
“Okay sweet girl, you remember your word yeah?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Yeah? You gotta tell me what it is moppet.”
With a smile and a nod he kissed her temple as he secured the restraints. That’s the thing with Harry, everything he does with her has an essence of love in it.
“Give me a tug baby. Not too tight is it?”
For just this small moment, boyfriend Harry is there making sure she’s okay, never wanting to actually hurt her. It makes her feel safe, like she’d let him do anything he wanted to her just as long as he kissed her head and called her a ‘good girl’ when he was done. With a nod of her head and a whisper of ‘s’not too tight’ dominant Harry is back, eyes dark and exterior overpowering. Her legs are tied apart and he’s toying with her, her cunt is glistening with every essence of her, desperate for his tongue desperate to be filled, and it’s taking everything in him not to give her what she wants. Her hands are tied above her head and she’s thankful because she knows she’d move them if she could, knows if she moved them he wouldn’t let her cum and oh my god does she want to cum.
He spreads her wide slowly, touches her gently. His eyes, her eyes. His eyes, her skin. His hand, her neck. Collarbone. Breast. Cunt. Them. He sees her, soft as silk and sweet like honey, dripping and begging to be filled and it makes his mouth water. He reaches out and swipes his thumb gently over her clit, the slight sensation making her shiver. She locks her eyes on his as he places his thumb on her lips and takes it, fresh from her cunt, into her mouth. Showing him what she wanted.
“You like this don’t you? Yeah I can tell, get soaked when I treat you like my little whore.” His words go straight to her core and she’s whimpering around his thumb at his voice and the smirk that’s got smugness appearing in his eyes. He removes his thumb from her mouth, which is met with an displeased whine only for her to be cut off as he pushes his middle finger inside of her and curls it upwards to find that spot he’s become more than familiar with.
“Yeah? Does that feel good? Is daddy making you feel good?”
Nodding her head eagerly, her eyes meet his and she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“More, please more.”
Smirking, he doesn’t respond, he just pushes his index finger into her and brings his thumb up to rub pressured, small circles into her bundle of nerves.
“So close… No!”
Raising her head to look at him with wide, desperate eyes and her hips are following his hand as he pulls away from her. She watches as he crouches down between her legs, he blows cool air against her cunt which causes her head to land back against the bed and her back to arch.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum when they want to baby, you know that. Gotta deserve it first sweetheart.”
“You’re mean, daddy.”
Laughing he kisses the inside of her thigh, reaching up to hold her hips down.
“I’m mean? If I was mean I’d leave you tied up like this, wouldn’t touch you at all, make you watch me get off and then leave you aching to cum. Now that would be mean, don’t think you’d like that at all baby.”
Shaking her head she whispers a small ‘wouldn’t like that’ as he leans in to wrap his lips around her swollen clit.
He’s brought to the edge just to pull away nine times now, now building her up for the tenth. She’s all but shaking in his hands and her hips are bucking against his mouth.
It’s muffled with his mouth against her. She’s whiny and squirming and he’s leaning back when she tries to move away from him, landing a firm slap onto her pussy as he scolds her.
“I said hold still, if I have to tell you again you won’t cum at all.”
An exasperated moan leaves her as he places his tongue back on her, soothing the sting from the slap, and pushes his fingers back into her. She doesn’t know if she can take being denied an orgasm again, doesn’t think she’s ever been this desperate before. He can tell she’s getting close again because her walls are tightening around his fingers and he can hear her almost silent whispers of ‘please let me cum’. Harry has other plans though as he takes all stimulation from her again, leaving her empty and yearning.
His eyes shoot up to her face as the broken cry reaches his ears, she’s been so quiet despite the occasional whimper or gasp or quiet plea to cum. She’d taken everything in her stride, from her built up then denied release to the slaps to her pussy every time she got too close for his liking, but she can’t anymore. He’d denied her for so long that she couldn’t focus on anything but her need to cum, her need for him to make her cum. He’s finally looking at her and the sight of his broken, desperate girl in front of him is enough to bring any man to his knees. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips all red, wet and pouty, her eyes are squeezed shut and her hands have a vice like grip on the silk ties that are holding her hands in place and it makes his heart soft and his cock hard.
“Oh baby you’re so sweet and aching for me. My pretty girl needs to cum yeah?”
Her eyes flicker open and land on his as she nods, her eyes are glossed over with lust and tears and his eyes are warm and kind, this is her Harry, sure she likes when he treats her like a fuck-doll but ultimately this is her favourite Harry; the gentle one who just wants to make her to feel good.
“Okay baby love, okay. Think it’s time we make you cum.”
A relieved sob leaves her as he stands up to remove his clothes. After untying her legs he reaches over her, unties her hands and brings her wrists up to his lips as he places kisses on the irritated skin from where she’d been pulling at her restraints. Finally, he reaches over to their night stand and pulls a condom out from the draw, opening and covering himself with it he brings himself down towards her entrance, watching her shudder with sensitivity as he rubs the head over her clit.
“You ready, baby?”
She nods and whimpers out a ‘please’, mouth dropping open when he thrusts into her slowly. Cupping her jaw in one hand, he brings her lips up to his as he kisses her with all the soft promises his eyes made when his hands were busy exploring all the hidden places on her skin. Resting her forehead against his, she cries out a quiet ‘daddy’ with her eyes closed and it has him shaking his head.
“No… No baby, it’s Harry now okay? Your Harry is gonna make you come.”
The words make them both smile. He’s hers and she’s his. Only they get to see each other like this. The close intimacy is soft and sweet and it makes her stomach flip.
“M’close H. M’so close. Please let me cum, need to cum.”
Laying her back down against the sheets, he takes one of her hands in his and brings his other down to rub messy circles on her clit and he says one word.
That’s all it takes, just that one word of permission from him and her head is thrown back and her back is arched. Her hand is gripping his and her cunt is clenching around him and oh my god it’s a sight. The sight of her euphoria alone was enough to bring him to the edge. Spilling himself into the condom, he hunches over her, eyes shut and groans of ‘fuck’ and her name leaving his lip. He keeps thrusting and rubbing her clit until she pushes his hand away, then he lifts her and lays down with her on top of him. Still inside her, still feeling her pulse around him.
They lay in silence, him tracing lines on her back and her setting sporadic kisses on his neck and shoulder. It’s her who breaks the silence, sitting up slightly so she can look him in the eyes.
“M’I your good girl again?”
Chuckling quietly, he brings her back down to his chest and places a kiss on her forehead that she wears like a crown.
A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!
It started with the room.
You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.
The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.
From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.
“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”
“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.
For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”
“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”
You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”
Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”
You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”
“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”
“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”
Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.
“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”
“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”
“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”
He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.
A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.
Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.
You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.
“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.
You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.
He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”
“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.
He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”
Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.
I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.
Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?
Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.
“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”
Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…
I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.
Man… I had mucked this up big time.
(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)
You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.
Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.
Picking up your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.
“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”
You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”
(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)
You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.
Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.
Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.
He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.
Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.
“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”
“Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.
“Et toi, belle femme?”
“May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.
“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”
“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.
“And I am Rupert,” he introduced.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.
In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.
When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.
“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.
“You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.
You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.
He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.
No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.
A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3
She had nearly a month to be away from it all—the memories and the pain so that she could find it in her heart to move on. It was harder than she thought, though. She didn’t realize how whole Harry made her until she felt empty in a place she once called home. Even with the festive feels still lingering in the air and the occasional company of her childhood friends and family, this wasn’t her home—not anymore.
She had only known Harry for four months but he changed everything she’s ever known. Her entire life had been altered by just one man, and she fell in love all the while.
And she didn’t know just how much she was in love with him until he was gone. She noticed that the first night she spent without him. She felt so cold—so lonely and so heartbroken because it all ended. The restless nights they shared, the love-making the experienced, the laughs and the relentless kissing were all gone.
And she knew from the start she didn’t mean what she said—about hating him. She could never hate him, no matter what he does to her.
But she also knew he didn’t mean what he said, either. Although there was a hint of truth somewhere between his words, she knows him better than she knows herself. He refused to look at her when he said it—kept shutting his eyes and shaking his head—he would have if he meant it.
That’s what makes it worse. She knew he was lying and she still said it. Those horrifying, heartbreaking words that just fell from her mouth because she was angry—angry at the fact he’d even think of saying such things even if they weren’t true. Especially after everything they shared together the night before—everything they gave to each other.
So instead of spending the rest of winter break cooped up in Harry’s apartment—keeping warm under the blankets and whispering sweet nothings in his ear—she spends it alone, spending each passing hour sulking in regret.