Dragonpit scene - I love how Jon always wants to be on the front row when Daenerys arrives.
When he said to everyone he already bend the knee. Danys face— she knew what that line meant. And was conflicted about how to react to this. They already know they are falling hard. At least she does and things like these doesnt make it easier.
Ok I feel myself coming into a rant here. Its just so beautiful to me how Jon is so different for her than any other man she has ever met. I am rewatching GOT and she has never been around any man like she has been with Jon.
He intrigues her so much and I don’t think she ever had or felt that for anyone. Her feelings for other men were always clear for her.
She loved Drogo but it was set up and she fell for him during their relationship. But I feel like that relationship formed who she is now and she didnt really knew who she was back there. She loved -spending time with- Daario but she was always in control with him.
Jon is a completely different story for her. And Emilia plays that so well. He brings out this really special vurnable side of Daenerys we have rarely seen.
And she fell for it, and fell for it hard.
She was so desperate to save Drogo and her decisions didn’t make any sense and I like how she was the same when she heard of Jon & co being in trouble. She didnt listen but just thought with her heart.
– k I am gonna stop here. I am not even close to Boatsex talk and I am already rambling —
“No one is less happy about this than I am” “I know” Love. Loved. LOVE this. How she just understands him.
They are both people who ask for respect and honesty. She always asks people to follow her and wants their word and he is a man of his word so its only natural she understands it. Its like the scene he told her he was gonna go to the wall as well. She hates that he is this way but she also respects it. (and finds it extremely attractive).
Also, subtle handtouching. Like you touched last week and now you just wanna get more huh?
THAT SCENE IN THE CORNER OF DRAGONPIT. They were like 2 schoolkids being all secretly.
And again, I love how Jon kinda drops a cheesy line there and at any other man she’d roll her eyes but with him it just makes her heart drop.
And him trying to make a joke there. Like here they are, her dragon just died, his plan is going to hell and they share this beautiful bittersweet moment.
Her whole speech about having to trust him sooner was so heartbreaking cause maybe then her dragon would still be alive. (I am gonna cry when she’ll see Viserion for the first time)
Dragonstone scene - can they buy a mansion there?
THIS. THIS. Haha Jon, I am so onto you. First the cave paintings and now -Notherners like people who arrive together-trick. Yeah you just want her on that boat huh?
I felt so bad for Jorah tho’. She completely ignored his plan. And she knew she did that. At the end of the scene she leanded to the table a little like trying to hold her posture but full aware that many people, including Jorah, knows about her affection to the King of hte North.
I find Jon much harder to read. But I think it is beautiful to see how he didnt trust her at first and really does see her for who she is. Like he told her. And how he is so amazed by her. He is so starstruck. I never really liked Jon with Yigritt she was definitely his first love but Dany is something he really pines for. Yigritt was also wrong and impossible but it happened anyway. Here he knows there is much more at stake. But he can’t deny his feelings any longer. And thats why he showed up at her door.
Now about Boatsex, I would have loved for it to go differently - well actually not different just - longer. More build up. But I understand why it went the way it went. Jon knew what he wanted and I love how they let the moment last for a bit with him standing at her door, looking in her eyes, waiting for her approval and she knew what he meant by looking in his eyes and let him in. She bend the knee.
I was dying for a kiss here. And a little sad it didnt happen - there will be a lot of fanfic request about the missing part between the door and the bed – hint hint.
But its like we are still gonna get our first kiss in season 8-kinda.
It was so beautifully brought yet stil hot. Jon’s ass was a nice distraction ASS-well.
And him taking over control was so hot, not only for me but I think Daenerys agrees. Their bodies looked so beautiful together. Fire and Ice. They were so full of need and it was all lust and passionate and then my favorite part came and Jon broke the moment and we had time to realize that this isn’t just two character hooking up. No, they are in love.
And he was so amazed by her and her beauty and how pure she looked. You can really feel he looks at Daenerys here, not with all the titles but just her and she realized this and she looks so vurnable and just so beautiful to him.
You can really see her kinda scared about what this is she’s feeling and it all just because so overwhelming for them. UGH THIS SCENE.
HOW HE STROKES HER HAIR. SO BEAUTIFUL.
And how she hold his face.
And then he just looks at her, when he looks at her, its like the first time I see clearly through his feelings and he just lets his guard down. He loves her. There’s no way to run from his feelings. No more excuses of -the great war is coming-. He never really let his feelings for her take over. Never fully thought with his heart and here he does and he just let it take over.
Ps: Tyrion watching was odd but it just represented the scene Bran was talking about how their love ruined all kingdoms and how Tyrion cant feel but sad and confused about what he should do about this and if it is the right thing.
I am not sure how I will make it until 2019 to wait for more and I am so curious to see where all this will go. I am really curious how they will act after this episode and they will probably learn about Jon’s family name soon enough with only 2 episodes in and I do feel this will cause a problem for them. Jon will be all - wtf and Daenerys will be distrustfull about her claim to the throne. But I can suspect moments of Jon being all noble and telling her, by episode 5 probably, that he doesnt want the title but he does want her. Oh and she is definetely pregnant. BRING ON THE ANGST.
Summary: Being Deadpool’s daughter isn’t easy, especially when you have the Avengers and X-Men watching your every move.
Parings: Peter Parker x Reader, Wade Wilson!father x Reader!daughter
Other Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Gambit, Mentions of other Avengers and X-Men
Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Blood, Violence, Angst, Teasing, Rejection
Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
Real Name: (Y/N) Nessa Wilson
Current Alias: Mortál
Relatives: Wade Wilson (Father) Vanessa Carlysle (Mother)
Affiliations: X-Men, Avengers, S.H.E.I.L.D, Remy LeBeau, Rouge, Sebastain LeBeau, Logan Howlett, Laura Kinney, Peter Parker
Education: High Park Middle School, Richardson Square Secondary School
Identify: Known to Authorities
Abilities and Powers: Regenerative Healing Factor, Superhuman Reflexes and Agility, Hand-to-hand Combat Skills, Expert Knife Thrower
“When’s this shit gonna stop, (Y/N)?”
Wade gripped the handle of his apartment door, pulling the front door shut with a loud thud.
“The shit’s gonna stop when you stop pushing, Dad. That’s how it works.”
(Y/N) chewed on the piece of gum stuck in her mouth dramatically, making the chewing sound with her teeth as loud as possible.
Plopping down on the blood-stained couch in her living room, she grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and began looking over the notifications that started flooding her screen.
“Wow, holy fuck! Look! I’m a teenage girl!” Wade mocked, whipping his head back, pretending to flip his imaginary hair.
“Ugh - I know you’re a little girl trapped inside a man’s body, Dad, I get it. That’s why I just tell people you’re my mother.”
Wade hummed, gripping the back of his mask and letting the red and black material fall to the floor.
Singing How Far I’ll Go from Moana, Wade twirled around the living room like a princess, sticking out his arms and fingertips.
He hopped his way over to his daughter, imitating the look of boredom plastered on her face.
“Look at me …” He teased, gracefully kneeling in front of her with an innocent, puppy dog look.
“I’m (Y/N)-” He swiftly grabbed her cell phone from her fingers, tossing it across the room without looking back. It smashed against the ground loudly, Wade not even blinking as the crashing sound filled the framed living space.
“I’m all about long, sullen silences-” Wade rolled his eyes, mimicking her usual attitude. “-followed by mean comments, followed by more awkward silences.”
(Y/N) grunted, letting her head drop back against the dirty couch as Wade placed his hands on her knees, keeping her from going anywhere. “Can I go? Are you gonna let me go?”
“Aw, what’s it gonna be my beautiful daughter?” He ignored her pleads for freedom.“Long sullen silence, or mean comment? C'mon, go on.”
“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.
You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”
“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”
You looked over at him, “It is your name.”
He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”
He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”
I love how you write my fluff ideas so I have one!! 😂😂 You and Shawn went to the same school and hated each other so much. you two never got along (of course you were into each other) and in a school trip, your were forced to share bedrooms because of a problem. Both always shouting at each other, throwing things but one day you were fighting and Shawn shuts you up with a kiss so rough so hard but so passionate, you literally melt in his arms…❤️😊
Authors note: so there’s going to be 2 parts cos there is so much I have to write- please tell me what you think because I’m legit on the fence and contemplating deleting
“I have to WHAT?” My jaw drops open in surprise. I stare into the room from the door, two single beds taking up most of the room.
“I’m truly sorry about this Y/n, but because you signed up so late for the summer camp, Shawn’s room was the only one left with a spare bed available”. Michelle, the camp leader, tells me, sending a sympathetic smile my way.
“How does this, I can’t.. What?” I don’t understand how I ended up in this situation. I had to spend 2 weeks at a camp that I had no interest in being at. My Mother had signed me up because she didn’t want me- I quote -‘to be on my dang phone the
whole summer’. I took the last spot available, two days before camp began. Because of how late notice it was- I was forced to share a room with a boy. Not just a boy but a boy I hated with my entire being. Shawn Mendes.
“We trust that putting both you and Shawn in a room won’t cause any, uh, hassles…” Michelle fiddles awkwardly, the young camp leader equally uncomfortable at telling two 17 year old’s not to get with each other over the two weeks of sharing a room. The thought made me laugh. Like I would ever want to get with Shawn.
“I didn’t think that this would be allowed- isn’t there camp policies?” I ask, gesturing between Shawn and I. My gaze flicks over to Shawn for the first time since I got here. I can’t help but admit that he did look good in the black nike shorts he was wearing, and the t-shirt adorning his figure enhanced his muscular chest.
I shake my head, I was supposed to be hating this guy- not picturing what he’d look like without a shirt.
“It isn’t.” Michelle giggles- her fair complexion suited the airy laugh she had. “But your Mum was so insistent on having you at camp that we agreed- as long as you both agreed not to do anything inappropriate”.
“Like I’d ever do anything like that with Y/n”. Shawn rolls his eyes and I send him an icy glare.
“Shut up Shawn, like you’d get any if you even tried.” I hiss, walking past him and dumping my bag on the bed yet to be covered with linen.
“Well I’m just going to head off now- check on other campers, lunch is served at 1 in the dining hall!” Michelle cheers, smiling at us before shutting the door quickly. It was like she could sense a fight which of course, was inevitably coming. Shawn and I had been going to school together since we were 15 and over the past 3 years we had never gotten along. Not once.
I grab out my bed sheets from the bag and begin the laborious process of making my bed. I feel Shawn’s eyes on me and I look at him to see him smirking.
“What?” I snap, moving around to the other side of the bed to tuck the sheet in.
“Nothing, well, I just find it funny that you think if I tried anything that you thought you would be able to resist me.”
I scoff, grabbing out my doona. “You’re insane, Shawn.”
“Says you,” he scowls, beginning to unpack his own bag.
“What are you trying to say Shawn?” I glare at him, chucking the quilt over my bed.
“Just that I don’t know how I got stuck with you.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You think I asked to get put in a room with you? News flash Shawn- I don’t even want to be here!” He stares at me for a moment, the silencing engulfing the room.
I sigh, leaving my bag open on the floor and grabbing my camper’s pass. “I’m leaving, it’s nearly one.”
“I don’t care.” Shawn mutters, his back to me.
“Shut up Shawn,” I call to him over my shoulder before slamming the door shut to our cabin.
Its going to be a long 2 weeks.
The only good thing about camp so far was that my friend Ally had been forced to go along as well by her parents- her parents having the same reason as my Mum, that we needed to get ‘fresh air’.
Now I was sitting on a table with five other girls who we had been making conversation with.
“Hey Y/n, Shawn 2 o’clock,” Ally elbows me and I groan softly, digging my fork into my baked potato angrily.
“Whoa, girl, that baked potato doesn’t deserve your anger,” Naomi, Ally’s room mate, teases me. Even though I had only met her around 20 minutes ago, Naomi and I were developing a fast friendship.
“Its Shawn that’s got her so worked up.” Ally giggles and that one comment catches the whole table’s attention.
“Is Shawn your boyfriend Y/n?” Jordan, a short strawberry blonde sitting across the table, asks me.
“No!” I say quickly and Ally laughs.
“Shawn and Y/n are room mates for camp,” Ally tells the group, a lock of shock across most of their faces.
“Who’s Shawn?” Lacey asks, twirling her brown hair around her fingers- a habit I discovered that she did a lot.
“The one in the black shorts and t-shirt, dark brown hair.” Ally points him out.
“Damn girl, why aren’t you dating him?” Naomi asks, her eyes twinkling with humor.
“Don’t try me right now.” I point my fork at them all, Sarah and Jordan laughing at my reaction.
“They’re sworn enemies.” Ally continue to fill the group in.
“Damn right we are,” I comment, taking a bite of my baked potato.
“They also have insane sexual tension, trust me, you’ll feel it when they’re near each other-”
“Ally!” I yelp, slapping her arm which causes her to jump in surprise.
“Ow! Why would you do that?” She asks, frowning at me.
I ignore her question, looking at the girls who are all trying to hold back laughs.
“We don’t have any sexual tension guys, Ally’s just joking.” I say seriously.
“Don’t deny it Y/n, I mean Shawn is very good looking.” Naomi chuckles, winking at me. The girls nod, agreeing,
“Ugh, stop this is Shawn.” I shiver, my stomach flipping when I thought of Shawn’s curly hair and dark eyes.
“Honey, look at him- actually great time to look at him ‘cos he’s walking this way.” Naomi says. Her short dark curly hair bounces as she laughs at my shocked expression as I quickly turn to look over my shoulder where, of course, Shawn was walking straight towards me. A smirk appears on his face when he catches my gaze.
“Look at the time, got to go.” I rush, trying to get up.
“Nope, sit back down, I want to see this sexual tension live and in action.” Naomi tells me sternly, pulling my arm to sit me back down.
“Aw look at my little room mate, already made some friends,” Shawn ruffles my hair and I scowl at him, turning away from him to face forward, conveniently away from him.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother Shawn.” I growl at him, my body freezing as he leaned forward, one hand on the left side of me to grip onto the table to support his body as his chest pressed against my back. His other arm went over my right shoulder to grab a chunk of potato that I had previously cut off and chucking it into his mouth.
“You know I love to annoy you.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip.
“You know I love to hate you.” I smile sarcastically, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “Now go away, you’ve had your fun.”
“Aw no please?” Shawn pouts, leaning closer so that his face was a few inches from mine and the familiar glare that Shawn must be so accustomed to returns to my face.
“Shut up Shawn.” I tell him, pushing his face away from mine.
“That’s her favorite thing to tell him.” I hear Ally whisper. I look back to see 6 pairs of eyes glued to Shawn and I. I give them all a warning look and everyone except Naomi and Ally return to their food.
“Ally was right, your sexual tension is crazy.” Naomi states bluntly and I feel my cheeks grow hot, Shawn’s body that was still pressed against my back was creating warning bells in my head.
“Right?” Shawn jokes, and the warning bells get louder. “We should hook up, doesn’t that sound like something we should do?” He teases, leaning closer to me again and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating and something that I shouldn’t be wanting more of.
“In your dreams Shawn.” I shove his hand off my shoulder.
“I know you will be.” He winks and my cheeks feel hotter then the sun, “How about you meet me in my room- around 9?” He grins cheekily and I roll my eyes.
“We’re sharing a room you idiot.” I mutter, resting my elbow on the table and placing my head in my hand.
“That makes everything easier then,” He grins, and a few of the other girls on the table giggle in response. I feel my stomach twist in annoyance.
“Just leave me alone Shawn.” I push my chair back and he moves out of the way to avoid getting hit.
“No can do Sweetheart.” He grins again and I clench my hands into fists.
“I’m not going to say this again. Leave. Me. Alone. I don’t like you, you don’t like me so just can we ignore each other for lets say, the rest of these two weeks? Agreed? Perfect.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before turning away, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to the girls before leaving the dinning hall.
This is actually something that I drew a few days ago bUT I really wanted to draw something and I wasn’t sure what exactly and I’ve had this particular idea for a long time so I GAVE IT A SHOT AND I’M SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT CAME OUT. I’ve always thought that some of Robin’s hair styles that had her braiding or doing something with the sides of her hair were really pretty (though the short style that Carinus has is my fave obvs iaeirg.) So I just had this idea of mama Carinus braiding and pulling Lucina’s hair back in a pony tail for her one day and putting white flowers in it because she thought it looked pretty on her and Lucina would love it and (*’v｀丱)☆+゜
This was so, so much fun, I think I had the most fun with her hair. I originally had it down and then the parts of her hair that were braided pulled back but I couldn’t get it to look the way I wanted it too so I tried putting it all up and I LOVE IT SO MUCH *゜✲ฺ(✿◕ฺ ∀◕ฺ)ฺノ゜* This whole thing I just couldn’t be happier with like uGH aoerihg Also fun fact, with the flowers, I was trying to carry over the flowers from Lucina’s (just S?) support with male Robin. I DON’T KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT BEHIND THEM I haven’t seen their support yet but I thought mama Carinus would find them pretty on her baby girl.
Summary: You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.
It wasn’t like it was intentional. Honestly, that’s just how she was as a person, it was a default. Her go-to. Especially in unique or uncomfortable situations, it’s a good icebreaker and can get a laugh or two out of those around her. By god she didn’t think that it had become such a strong reflex. Or else she would have quit a long time ago. But here she was, staring down at the delicately made flower crown on her pillow.
Saba had accidentally flirted with a fey. She wasn’t sure what type it was- but she had tripped in front of her. With her sharp teeth and glimmering, expressionless eyes. Saba had let out a chuckle on reflex and smoothly grinned up at her while she said: “Guess I fell for you.”
The Fey stared at her before walking away and Saba picked herself and began to walk to class when she realized what she had done. Then she fell again. Her first god damn week in this death maze of a school and she had already fucked up. Saba had been doing alright too, she fed and played with the crows(or passively allowed them to mess with her hair and tug at her clothes while feeding them her leftover curry) and gave respectful head nods to those she passed whether fey or not. Saba had ruined every little thing that set her in the background and now she was standing in a deadly limelight.
But now, gently stroking soft petals of flowers she had never seen before, there was no going back to a subtle life. She carefully stowed the flower crown inside her desk drawer on top of a rarely worn silk scarf of hers. Slightly anxious, Saba put on her usual mug of steaming hot milk and honey along with an additional plastic spider ring. She locked her door and placed a chair under the knob.
The next morning Saba had been trying to decide if she should or shouldn’t wear the flower crown. She settled on should and was careful to take it off when the crows mused with her hair.
But then she made another mistake while sitting in the rain under a pink stegosaurus umbrella. A boy stood outside of the literature building, staring out at the rain and holding loose pages of paper. Saba shouted out to him.
“Hey! You! The one dripping with good looks!-” he pointed to himself and tilted his head. Saba squinted to see if he was smiling. “Yeah! You want me to walk you to where you need to go?” She pointed to her umbrella and stood up when he nodded eagerly.
Saba jogged to him, one hand holding the umbrella and the other held protectively over the crown on her head. She felt her stomach drop as she noticed the lack of a mouth and striking red and orange eyes that adorned his face. She gulped as she held the umbrella higher to accommodate his height.
“So good lookin’, where to?” She wished she would stop talking. “trying to find a place thats as hot as you?” She wished she was dead.
Most of all, Saba hated herself for sounding so calm and casual, her default persona now turning into a massive burden. The fey chuckled and his hair ruffled from a nonexistent breeze. He pointed towards the forest. Saba didn’t bother to stop the groan that escaped her throat.
“Really? Oh…ugh fuck. Yeah, ok. Ok fine ok here we go-nnnnngggghhhhhh fuck.”
She walked with him towards the towering trees, flinching when he pressed closer to her to avoid the rain. Saba stopped at the edge of the wood, looking at him expectantly. The fey did not step out from the umbrella. Saba stared at the dirt and then looked at him, trying to avoid staring at the glowing tattoos on his neck.
“Um…I’m going to uh…give you this…”
She put the flower crown inside of her shirt and handed him the umbrella, giving him a brief wave before sprinting to her room without any breaks. Saba arrived there soaked and shivering.
She emailed her professor telling him she wouldn’t be in class. There was a heart shaped stone on her pillow. The mug had a single lipstick stain on its side, forming a perfect pair of lips. Saba cleaned it out, took a shower and then took a nap. The flower crown and the rock rested inside her drawer on top of a rarely used silk scarf.
Saba woke up only a few hours later, she did her homework and studied for her finals. She made three mugs of milk with honey and added cinnamon. She left one mug on her desk and stepped outside of her dorm room with the other two in her hands. Her umbrella rested on the floor in front of her and on top of it was a sage smudge stick. Saba wasn’t quite sure what that meant but decided to take it as a gift and not a threat and put it in her drawer.
In all honesty, Saba can’t remember the third time it happened and all she can recall is setting out three mugs and receiving twigs, a candle and a bottle of water. Each item was kept safe in her drawer, which now had it’s own iron key to keep her roommate out of it(Saba wasn’t sure if she was a fey or not but hid the key well regardless).
But Saba remembers the fourth time she had caught the attention of a fey. She had just perfected a batch of baklava for her final, she had been offering it to the few brave souls on campus who would accept food from strangers. The fourth fey had approached Saba when she sat in her seat in class, staring down at the 5 remaining treats. The fey had asked for one and without looking up Saba had smoothly replied.
“Sure, you can tell me if they’re good. But I doubt they are sweeter than you-”
Saba was handing them a piece when she noticed the curling horns that twisted and framed the feys face. She kept the polite smile on her face while the fey held out their hand- palm up- and waited for her to dispense the treat. Saba’s fingers grazed against the curved claws of the fey as she set the treat into their palm. She rambled about the cooking process, how she was trying to perfect the recipe as the fey carefully ate the food. The class carried on slowly and dully, Saba found the fey’s uncanny black eyes focused on the container of baklava. Saba nudged the treats towards the fey. She was too frightened to meet their eyes again.
At the end of the day, the tupperware was returned to her in shreds along with a note that gave a thorough but gentle synopsis of her treat. At the end of it, was a ‘$’ followed by the word ‘hair’. She tried not to shudder as she realized this accidental deal and the implications of following through with this request. To keep her mind off it it, she went into town.
Saba bought half and half that day and stocked up on honey. She passed by a Claire’s and ventured inside with a soft smile. That night she set out four mugs, a lock of hair, and several hair ties and earrings. When Saba woke up, her hair was neatly braided and tied with a cotton ribbon. She wore it for two days before putting the ribbon in her drawer.
It wasn’t for another month that Saba was one of the feys face to face again. She hadn’t forgotten the fey’s glittering eyes and sharp teeth but with a smile they were much less terrifying and glinted with a friendly warmth. The next week, early in the morning, Saba walked from the edge of a forest to the door of a building with the fey who’s hot hands warmed hers. There was a blank day in her memory where all that Saba remembers is waking up in bed, the smell of crayons and the gentle caress of feathers on her cheek as she fell asleep. Only three days ago Saba chose to sit next to a hulking shadowy figure whose horns curled tightly and cheeks glowed.
Saba’s days and months passed easier, she would write home about new friends and frequently went to craft and antique stores. There were always gifts, Saba would find them outside her room, in her backpack, sometimes in her clothes or even on her person. She would keep her eyes open for tiny things to give; a packet of seeds on the open book of a sharp-teethed girl sleeping in the library, a piece of coal at the edge of the forest, things that she falls asleep holding and wakes up to find her hands grasping at air, ladybug barrettes left on the windowsill of a slow classroom. Sometimes Saba would gift them nonmaterial things. A story, a listening ear, a whisper, a french braid, a tune, a met promise, a praise, an acknowledgment.
One day while restocking on dairy and honey, Saba returned with a large iron chest and cleaned her drawer- which had become full with gifts- only to find the silk scarf, one she rarely wore, absent.
“No no..Shit!” Mike chuckled as he once again didn’t pull away quick enough in the game of hot hands and Stan slapped
of his hands. Stan laughed in his eleventh victory and rubbed under his nose, scrunching it slightly as thought of the dust build up in Bill’s garage.
Beverly crossed the dusty floor and flicked the radio dial all the way up and as the song kicked in, she grinned from ear to ear. “Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would be.” She twirled on the tip of her black boot and fell into the cushion next to Mike with a wicked grin. She held out her hands, palms down. He grinned and moved to play the game against her as Stan fell back with an amused but bored smile.
“We can’t just sit in here all day.” Stan whined and Bill chuckled from his seat on some old floral chair. Beverly pulled her hands away before Mike could slap them.
“Yeah, Stan got a new outfit that he wants to show off.” She giggled as she pointed at Stan’s put together look, little reflective round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He rolled his eyes.
Everyone’s attention shifted as someone entered through the gaping garage door, which ended up being a scowling Eddie. Beverly shot up from her seat and ruffled her hand through his hair. “What’s up squirt?”
Eddie frowned and shook his hair, which had been growing and curling this past summer. “It took me fifteen minutes of convincing my mom to get here.” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Which I guess is an improvement from the twenty minutes it took me last time.”
Beverly smiled kindly at him. “See! Could be worse!” She took the moment to spontaneously jump on Eddie’s back like she’d done to Mike and Bill in the past. Eddie wobbled a bit but stood fine. He even hiked her up a bit. She had her mouth agape for a few seconds before laughing.
“I’m surprised you didn’t crumble Kaspbrak.” She teased. Eddie tried to glance up at her with a neutral face.
“Having the weight of all my moms paranoia and worry piled on my back for years, gives a little strength.” He said in a monotone voice. Everyone burst into immediate laughter. Eddie basked in it for a second. ‘This must be how Richie feels….speaking of-’ “Wheres Richie?” he asked, Bev hopped off his back and shrugged.
“Hasn’t shown up yet.” She frowned, sitting down next to Ben who was making conversation with Stan. Eddie copied her, frowning as he plopping down next to Bill. Just as the boys were caught up in a conversation about weather Pop Tarts were better than cereal, Richie ran under the doorway, threw his bag onto the old bean bag chair and threw himself to Bill’s left on the table, almost knocking the radio off in the process.
Bill looked him up and down, his lips were red and his hair disheveled. “W-where were you?”
Stan snorted from his place on the obnoxiously patterned couch, glasses falling to the tip of his nose. “Shelly Lumis’s car. I’m willing to bet twenty dollars, He’s been hanging around their place for too long.”
Richie cracked his neck and shot him a smug smile. “A man doesn’t kiss and tell.” He shrugs. Beverly throws him the cigarette she’d saved for him, he slid it into his shirt pocket. “Which is why Jeff Lumis won’t be telling his sister what we did in his car.”
Stan rolled his eyes as Beverly let out a mock gasp. “My oh my, That’s scandalous Richie.” She waggled her eyebrows. Richie smiled. “So, how long have you been involved with this Jeff?” She asked.
Eddie suddenly wished they could get off this topic, he scowled. Richie shrugged. “Dunno, I’d say…four weeks tops.”
Mike hummed. “Interesting, and do you intend to keep seeing him?”
Richie chuckled, tilting his head back to the ceiling. “Is this an interrogation?”
Beverly’s smile faltered slightly, she twirled her necklace. “Well, You know Rich, after that last guy-”
Richie tilted his head back down, black hair curling against the fluffy collar of his jean jacket. He saw the faces of his concerned friends and shook his head. “Look, I’m fine ok? I’m not a complete dunce.” He frowned. Ben hopped up, feeling a little disconnected from his spot.
“So, this Jeff is special?” Ben asked, not quite sure how to phrase it. He’d seen all the doe eyed looks Richie had given Eddie all summer. Now that the season had turned, Richie had seemed to lose hope. It sounded rude but Ben hoped he’d given up because he didn’t think he had a shot with Eddie, he was just too oblivious.
“I mean…he could be- I don’t-ugh”. Richie shook his head again and didn’t look open to talking about it as much as he’d been five minutes ago. Beverly clicked her tongue and smiled.
“Ohhh, he’s flustered now.” She teased and Richie blushed. “And he’s blushing”
If you asked Eddie, which no one did, He’d say Richie was just blushing from the sudden attention directed at him. He blew a piece of his hair out his eyes and pouted. He glanced at Richie, who looked like he was going to burst.
“Rich! I bet I can beat you in hot hands!” Eddie’s voice suddenly broke through everyone else’s and Richie grinned.
“You’re so on Eds.” He hopped off the table, pushed Bill aside and planted himself next to Eddie, who’s hands were out with his palms facing downwards.
“Shit! C’mon, another round.” Richie insisted, Eddie chuckled and hovered his hands under Richie’s. He psyched like he was going to move them and Richie flinched. His tongue poked out of the side of his smile as he did it again, but this time teasingly slapped Richie’s cheek. “Oh! You’re gonna pay for that Kaspbrak!”
Richie suddenly launched himself on top of Eddie on the table and tickled his sides with a wicked smile. Eddie crumbled under him, laughing and swatting at him.
Richie couldn’t stop himself, Eddie was too adorable. He found himself blushing again and his heart was melting at Eddie’s giggles. But as he glanced up, he caught Ben’s concerned eyes and he backed off immediately and regretfully. He knew Ben knew. And it killed him. It was embarrassing.
Eddie sat back up, wiping tears from his eyes and smacked the back of Richie’s head. Richie chuckled as Bill turned the radio back on. A soft song flooded the garage. “If you’re down and confused. And you don’t remember who you’re talking to. Concentration slip away. Because your baby is so far away…”
Richie took a few seconds to identify it as it played on. He shrugged to himself and rubbed the side of his nose, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow as he noticed Eddie’s annoyed face. “Eds-?”
“-And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey Love the one you’re with. Don’t be angry - don’t be sad. Don’t sit crying over good times you’ve had-”
“That’s such Bullshit.” Eddie rolled his eyes and everyone quieted with curiosity. “If you can’t be with your true love, you should just settle? What a shitty life.”
Bill quirked his brow. “W-w-well Eddie, Do you think sitting around pouting about it is a good life?”
Eddie sat back on his hands and scoffed. “No but it’s shitty to just settle for this other person just because you can’t have who you really want.”
Richie gulped and nearly choked as his own spit went down the wrong pipe. Stan shook his head.
“Eddie, If you tried pursuing this other person and you couldn’t get them-”
“Well what if they didn’t try hard enough? You know, love songs are full of cowardly leads.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m just saying. If you stick to pining after someone and not doing anything, of course nothing’ll happen and you’ll end up settling.”
Richie bit hard into his lip and contemplated Eddie’s words. He glanced at Ben who looked concerned again but Richie couldn’t really find the time to care about what might end up being rejection, especially not after what Eddie just said.
“Hey Eds?” He asked, uncharacteristically quiet.
“What is it Rich-?”
Richie crashed his lips onto Eddie’s, bringing his hand over to caress his cheek. He could almost hear Ben’s worry from across the garage. Everyone went dead silent.
“Prythian? The Night Court? Three months?!” Emberlei asks in dismay, her parents nodding silently at each question. “Why?”
“To learn from the High Lord and Lady there. Feyre and Rhysand are some of the greatest Fae leaders in all of the world, and they offered to take you in and teach you, along with the rest of their advisors.” Aelin explains calmly. “In exchange, their son, Cadewyn, will be staying here to learn useful things from us.” She smiles at Rowan in a wicked sort of way, as if what they’ll be teaching the boy will be anything but conventionally useful.
Ember rolls her eyes. “Please don’t send me away for three months, I’ve never even been to Prythian!” She practically begs.
“You have, actually,” Rowan reminds. “When you were little, we went there for a Leader Meeting. You and Cadewyn even played together I think.”
Emberlei racks her brain for any memory of the boy. “Is he the one who pushed my down the stairs?” Aelin and Rowan share a glance. “He was, wasn’t he? He was the one who gave me this scar!” She draws back a bit of her hair to show a small white scar at the base of her hairline.
Her father inspects it for a moment and then shakes his head. “No, I thought that was the one Aedion gave you when you didn’t duck fast enough during sparring.”
“Nope, definitely this Cadewyn guy.” She responds. “Are you sure you want to teach someone who assaulted your daughter?”
Aelin laughs again, looking towards Rowan with one of their ‘you know what I’m thinking and I know what your thinking’ gazes. Ember groans. “Ugh! Fine! I’ll go, just stop looking at each other like that.”
Her parents break their gaze and feign innocence. “Like what?” Aelin wonders, a sly smile playing on her lips, and Ember thinks that it might be okay to get away from her parents for a couple months.