Word count: 4.8k (I got a little carried away oopsie)
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, reader is 18+, pet names (princess), bit o nipple play, biting (not too hard), fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v sex, a little of my D&D dorkiness sneaking out hehe
Author’s note: It took the beautiful doe-eyed soft fluffy boy making my heart explode to kick my ass back into writing! And thanks to him I already have another Eddie fic halfway done wink wink. No spoilers for ST4! Biggest shoutout to my irl bestie @tincanfics for hyping me up and also @mjolnir-steve for beta-ing! I am in love with Eddie Munson and there is no cure. Please consider sharing and commenting if you enjoy this!
You maneuvered through the sea of bodies to slip into the back door of your English class, a slow breath easing out of your chest as you settled into your seat. This was it, your last year of high school. While people were already boasting about the colleges they would be applying to or their grand gap year plans, you were just relieved to be done. The school work came easy enough, it wasn’t hard to study when you didn’t have anyone to be hanging out with. Your family moving to Hawkins your junior year pulled you from your old friends and pushed you into a situation where everyone had found their cliques the years prior, so you spent your time studying or walking through the woods of the small town with your walkman fastened to your hip.
The screech of chalk on the board pulled you from your thoughts and once you realized you hadn’t missed anything important, you scanned the room for who you would be seeing first period every day. Familiar faces seemed to surround you, until you looked straight across the room to someone sneaking in after the bell and into the softest brown eyes you had ever seen. You immediately dropped your head to hide your face, cheeks growing hot from catching the gaze of possibly the most beautiful person in existence. Sure, you had seen the fluffy-haired metalhead in the hallways or standing on the occasional table in the cafeteria, but this was different. He was looking back at you this time. Heart hammering against your ribcage, curiosity got the best of you as you flicked your eyes back in that direction, only to get caught again. This time, you waited long enough to gauge his reaction, and you could’ve passed out seeing the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth and two ringed fingers raising off the desk in greeting. Refusing to let your nerves win this time, you offered a small wave back before turning your attention to the teacher.
It became routine for you to start your day with English class, offering a small smile and wave across the room at the boy you quickly learned was named Eddie, and he returned the gesture in kind. The more comfortable you got, the more often your gaze danced over his features as he tried to pay attention to the lesson. You liked how his fingers drummed on the desk when he was bored, the sunlight sometimes catching the chunky silver pieces just right. You wondered how they would feel on your skin. His fluffy curls swayed whenever he would lean back in his chair to stretch, and it took all of your willpower to not notice how his tee would ride up and you could see the pale skin of his belly. He would wrinkle his nose at lines he didn’t like or found particularly complex, and you just wanted to plant the smallest kiss right on the tip of it. Studying for school was a chore, but you could study Eddie Munson all day. Somehow, your notetaking didn’t falter, though you were sure it would when you caught yourself doodling the Hellfire Club logo that was on his shirt.
Eddie thanked whatever merciful power sent him a reason to want to go to English class first period. Not that he was paying as much attention, but showing up everyday instead of skipping had to help keep him on the path to graduating for real this year, right? It was time he got it together and actually wrapped up his time at Hawkins High. Maybe the band could get more gigs if he and the guys had time to travel. He was just determined to be done this time around. What he thought was going to be the most painful part of his day immediately turned around when he caught the eye of the cutest girl he had ever seen on the first day of school.
It had been a few weeks of the little back and forth with Eddie. You would smile and silently greet each other every morning from across the room and steal glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Almost like a game, the two of you would try to take everything in about the other while still keeping a single thread of focus on the topic for the day. You were much more successful than Eddie when it came to this. The first pop quiz handed back stared up at him with an F. He frantically looked over to you and caught the A on the top of yours as you tucked it into your folder. If he needed a sign to approach you, this was it.
-
You had dropped your chemistry textbook into your locker and closed the door, only to find the shaggy haired beauty from your English class on the other side, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“Sorry to scare you, princess!” Eddie briefly looked mortified as his cheeks tinged pink, then he took a breath and offered his hand out. “I’m Eddie.”
“O-oh, it’s okay. Sorry to scare you back.” You shyly smiled at the nickname and gently fit your hand into his as you gave him your name. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” You didn’t realize you were still holding his hand as you got lost peering into his round eyes again.
“Yeah, you too.” Eddie gently squeezed your hand again before reluctantly letting go. Why was it so easy to flirt with you across the room, but now right in front of you, he felt even dumber than his grades showed? “Listen, I was wondering..” He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and broke your gaze to study the blank outside of your locker. “Would you maybe want to study together sometime? You look like you have a way better handle on O’Donnell’s class than I do. And it would be cool to hang out, you know?”
You held your breath as he spoke. While you were a little disappointed he wasn’t asking you out, you were also relieved at not having to muster up the courage to go on a proper date. Hanging out sounded good.
“That sounds good. Yeah. I can help you out.” You nodded, desperately trying to keep your nerves at bay. “Hanging out would be cool, too.”
Eddie beamed at you, ecstatic at getting the chance to spend more time with you and hopefully getting his grades straightened out. “I have Hellfire tonight. How about tomorrow, my place? Just me and my uncle and he works nights, so it would be nice and quiet.”
“Sure, that sounds good.” You were staring at him again, lost in the lines around his smile that made him look extra endearing to you. The bell for next class brought your attention back. “I can meet you in the parking lot tomorrow after school.”
You couldn’t help yourself in dressing a little cuter the next day. You didn’t want to be obvious or anything, but a little more makeup and jeans with your favorite top gave you the confidence to go through your day and have you fighting to not skip your way to the parking lot after your last class.
“Hey, princess!” Eddie called to you from where he was leaning against his van, waving once he caught your eye.
He chewed at his bottom lip, watching as you approached. You seemed even more chipper than usual. Were you as excited as he was for this? He wasn’t sure about that, though the thought made his heart race a little. You looked extra good today, from your bright smile all the way down to your jeans that hugged your thighs so nicely. He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts and made his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you, dramatically bowing and gesturing for you to take a seat. “My lady, your chariot to the land of studying awaits.”
You giggled as you thanked him and climbed into the van. The ride to his place went by smoothly as he told you all about the current campaign he was running with Hellfire. The way he animatedly spoke and gestured with his hands as he drove was so engaging, his passion pulling you in more by the second.
Eddie was thrilled to tell you everything about Dungeons and Dragons and the storyline he had crafted. No one ever asked him about the game, and he loved the way you were watching him as he spoke. You seemed genuinely interested in him, or at least what he was saying. He gradually quieted down as he pulled into the trailer park, suddenly nervous about what you would think about it.
“So, do you think they’ll be able to survive Vecna?” You seemed unphased at the surroundings as you collected your bag off the floor. “It sounds like you’re giving those kids a real run for their money.”
Eddie did a double take at you not casting a judgemental look toward the trailer. He rarely had anyone over, never mind a pretty girl who was smart and seemed to like talking to him. “We’ll have to see if their plan will work. It seems pretty risky, but I think they have a chance at pulling it off.” He hopped out of the driver’s side and dashed over to your door, making sure to open it with as much flourish as he did the first time before leading you to the front door. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” He mumbled as he ushered you into the living room. He fidgeted with his rings as he watched you take in your surroundings.
“I like the hat collection.” You warmly smiled at him, trying to calm the anxious expression on his face.
“Thanks. It’s a thing my uncle and I have been doing for years.” He shuffled his feet a little but perked up at your smile. “Wanna head to my room? I mean, to start studying.” His cheeks felt warm again as he gestured down the hall.
“Lead the way, kind sir.” You softly giggled as he was clearly caught off guard by your own nickname for him. Following him into the room at the back of the trailer, you were in awe of the space completely decked out in band posters, your eyes falling to a glossy black and red guitar hanging in the center of the wall. The air was warm and smelled of a heady combination of his cologne and the weed he was no doubt stashing somewhere. It suited him perfectly.
“She’s a beaut, huh?” Eddie gently touched his fingers to the instrument. He was relieved you weren’t seemingly off put by anything and possibly intrigued by his interests. He was not used to this.
“Can I hear you play sometime?” You turned to him, the hopeful expression on your face making his chest tighten.
“I’m not really sure you’ll be into the stuff I play, princess.” He chuckled and gestured to the various metal band memorabilia around the room, “But you can if you really want.”
“I would like that very much.” You were buzzing with excitement. The prospect of getting to see him outside of school again putting an additional pep in your step. School. Right. You were supposed to be helping him with English, too. “So, did you want to get started on the homework?”
-
You read passionately as you lay across the foot of Eddie’s bed on your belly, casually rolling a few dice in your palm.
“Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom”
Eddie watched you in awe, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between the curves of your legs and the motion of your fingers caressing his game pieces. “You sure make a convincing murderous lady.” He grins at you as you roll on your side to face him.
“I hope that doesn’t scare you away…” You took a risk and winked at him, taking great satisfaction in the surprised look on his face. Like in class, the two of you had taken to stealing glances while the other was busy reading, although this time you seemed to be catching each other constantly. You felt more comfortable the more you read back and forth.
To his credit, Eddie threw on a cheesy suave look and leaned toward you, plucking a d20 out of your hand. “Not at all, dearest partner of greatness.”
Your breath caught in your throat at the proximity, his weight shifting on the bed only moving you closer to him. So easily you reverted back to your favorite activity, studying Eddie Munson. His fluffy hair was tousled from rolling around the mattress as he dramatically read his lines, his big brown eyes looking even darker from the size of his pupils, he was an absolute sight to behold.
Eddie could feel his ears burning beneath his curls from the way you looked at him, almost like you were in awe. He was used to people looking at him, but more like a performer at a freakshow or an animal in a cage. You looked at him like he was a work of art. It made him excited and nervous all at once. Did you really want him? His gaze dropped to your lips then quickly returned to your eyes, silently asking for permission.
A fresh wave of confidence soared through you as the usually boisterous metalhead softened right before your eyes, a look of almost pleading on his face the closer you became. You wanted to close the distance so badly, ever since you saw him on the first day of class, but you also enjoyed the little games you played together. You wanted him to feel in his element. “Roll for it.”
“What?” Eddie leaned back slightly, a brief look of confusion across his pretty face before you toyed with the die in his hand.
“You heard me, Mister Dungeon Master. Roll. To. Kiss. Me.” You leaned forward and softly bumped his nose with yours.
Eddie groaned, your words going right to his heart and crotch. “Damn, princess. Almost as ruthless as Lady Macbeth.” He carefully pushed your closed books together, giving him a flat surface to work with. He rolled the die around in his hand, praying to a god he didn’t believe in as he watched you bite your lip and smile at him. He slowly exhaled and released the die, watching as it bounced atop the books, the hollow sound ringing in his ears along with his heartbeat.
The two of you held your breaths as the piece spun, trying so desperately to will a high number in your heads. Both wanting it so badly…
And he rolled a damn 10.
Eddie went wide-eyed, a panicked look twisting his features as he frantically looked back and forth between you and the d20 that betrayed him. “I- Can, can I reroll? Please?”
“No.” Your voice was level, almost casual as you leaned forward to inspect the low roll further. “However, I’ll consider it a partial success. You can kiss me anywhere except on the lips.” You smirked at him, goosebumps spreading across your body as you watched his breathing pick up.
Eddie was stunned. How was the cute, quiet girl that he borderline drooled over in class teasing him like this? He never wanted it to stop. “As you wish, my lady.” He gently cupped the back of your head and leaned in, his nose bumping yours again. The soft gasp that fell from your lips only spurred on his returned teasing as his fingers ghosted over your goosebumps. He ran the tip of his nose across your cheek, watching as your eyes fluttered closed. The hum you emitted as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheekbone made the front of his jeans tighten. You made such pretty sounds, and he wasn’t anywhere near done hearing them.
The way he teased you was already setting you on fire, his gentle touches and the softness of his lips on your skin driving you crazy. You slid a hand up his arm and pushed your fingers through his fluffy curls, needing to touch him in some way. You pulled back slightly, only to look at him and see a reflection of just how needy you were. “Eddie…”
He moaned hearing you say his name and dipped his head down to start peppering your jaw and the side of your neck with more kisses. He slid his other arm beneath you and pulled you closer to him, cradling you in his arms. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, please.” You softly cooed into the crown of his head, inhaling the mouth-watering scent of his shampoo. You writhed under his touch, pressing your bodies closer together and tugging at the hair you still had in your grasp. The vibration of his next moan had you squeezing your thighs together. The tension lingering between you all evening and finally getting the touch you needed was everything.
Eddie kissed and licked down to your collarbone, trying to nudge his way under the neckline of your top. He released the gentle grip he had on the back of your neck and rested his hand on your hip, massaging your curves through your jeans as he slipped his thumb under your shirt to touch the soft skin of your belly. “You’re so pretty, princess.” The way your back arched beneath his touch gave him the confidence to slide his hand further up, gripping the flesh of your waist.
“You can see more of me if you want.” You gasped, feeling his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “Please, Eddie. Can I see you, too?” Releasing his curls, you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
“Yes! Absolutely, yes.” Eddie was quick to sit up onto his knees and yank his shirt off over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. He met your eyes briefly, momentarily speechless seeing how blown your pupils were, before he saw you hungrily take in his exposed torso.
You sat up to match him and immediately dove in to cover his neck and chest with kisses and gentle bites, pleasantly mewling at the taste of his skin. You flicked your tongue against his nipple and hummed in delight at his sharp intake of breath. It seemed impossible, you being there with the wild boy who caught your attention from a distance a year ago, so you were going to make the most of it. You kissed across his chest and down his arms, leaving kitten licks beside each tattoo before you reached his fingers. You collected his large hands in yours and toyed with his rings for a moment, before pressing a kiss to each fingertip.
Eddie felt like he was in a daze watching you, each movement and kiss lifting him higher into the haziness of his arousal. He couldn’t believe a sweet thing like you would actually give him the time of day, but here you were borderline sucking on his fingers and making eyes at him. He needed you. Resting his hands on your hips at first, he collected the fabric of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, like he was unwrapping a delicate present. He let the article fall to the bed beside him as he took you in: kneeling on his bed in your bra, wet marks from his kisses across your neck, your eyes glazed over in lust, biting your bottom lip while giving him a shy smile as you reached back to unclasp your bra. He was done for.
The way Eddie was so perfectly following your instruction was driving you both insane. He tackled you back onto the mattress, covering your face with kisses, daring to get as close to the corners of your smile as possible still without touching your lips as you laughed. You both managed to undo each other’s jeans and slide them down your legs, taking a moment to process the sights before you. Hands roaming everywhere, you gently bit his shoulder as his fingers traced over the wetness of your panties, you cradling his balls and firm erection through his boxers. He laid open-mouthed kisses down your sternum and kneaded your breasts with his free hand, loving how you squealed when he would pinch a nipple.
He was painfully hard at this point, and all of your caressing and perfect squeezing further drove him to pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside you, but he needed to feel you first. He chuckled at the pout you gave him as he retracted his hand from between your thighs. “I promise you’ll like what I’m going to do, princess.” He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your panties and swirled a finger around your already swollen clit. “You’re soaked for me, huh? You want more?” He teased as his fingertips lazily stroked through your slick folds.
“Please. Yes, please, Eddie.” You whined and swiveled your hips. Your back arched off the bed as he pressed a long digit into you, satisfying you in a way you had been craving for weeks. You dipped your hand into the band of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length the best you could, slowly stroking the silky skin. He had you so worked up, he easily slipped a second finger inside you. “More, please. Wanna feel your rings.”
“Oh, fuck.” Eddie was losing himself in your touch and deliciously needy sounds. He pressed his two fingers deeper, just enough to have his bulky rings nudging your entrance. His pace continued to be torturously slow, his fingers filling you repeatedly to the hilt of his rings as he watched you alternate between closing your eyes in bliss and looking up at him when you gave him a firm stroke.
You would be lost in taking in every little expression Eddie made if he wasn’t making you so lost in pleasure. His fingers curled inside you perfectly, your back further arching off the bed as you neared your climax. His mouth was hanging slack as you continued to stroke him, his lips puffy from dragging them down your body. He looked perfectly debauched. You gasped when he rubbed his thumb against your clit with both fingers pressed deep inside you. Your hips bucked against his hand, and you started to stroke his cock faster. “Eddie, I’m… I-oh!” Your orgasm washed you in absolute pleasure as you clenched around his fingers, the motion of his thumb prolonging your release.
“There you go, princess. Keep coming for me. So pretty. So, so pretty.” He egged you on, feeling such pride in making you tremble the way you did. His cock throbbed in your hand, desperate for release at this point, but he couldn’t stop playing with your sweet pussy and watching you writhe for him.
You used your free hand to weakly grasp at his wrist, stilling his movement. “So good. So sensitive. Just a second.” You giggled as you guided his fingers out of you, humming at the feeling. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you continued to stroke him, running your thumb through the precum dripping from the tip. Once you felt ready, you laid back down and beckoned him toward you, spreading your knees as he climbed between them. “Are you ready, Eddie?” You bumped the tip of your noses together again.
“Hell yes,” Eddie lowly whispered, his breath fanning over your face as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "Are you ready, princess?" He sat back and slowly stroked himself, rubbing the nearly purple head through your wetness.
"Mhm.." You nodded up at him, wiggling your hips to invite him to fill you up. "Need you, Eds."
Eddie exhaled a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest and ears at the reality of where he was. He moaned as he slowly pushed into you, his forehead falling to rest atop of yours when he filled you completely. He stilled for a moment, for you to adjust to him and even more so for him to not finish the second he slid into your slick heat. "Oh, fuck, I'm inside you, princess. You feel so perfect." He mumbled into your forehead and kissed it again before pulling back to look at you.
The stretch of Eddie filling you was overwhelming in the best way possible. You grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. "So full. Oh, my god. Please move. I need it."
He pulled almost completely out before slowly sliding all the way back in, already losing himself to how good you felt around him. He pushed himself up onto his hands that rested on either side of your head to watch you as he picked up his pace. He was hypnotized by how your body moved under him; the way your breasts jiggled with each thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him further into you, and how you reached above yourself to grasp his wrists. The room was filled with sounds of your combined moans and the slapping of skin, something neither of you could get enough of in that moment. Eddie almost came as you sat up and started kissing and sucking at the tattoos on his forearms. “Jesus, princess. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that.”
Your body was thrumming with pleasure, being filled so perfectly and surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. He looked so fucked out and wild on top of you, his hair bouncing with his thrusts and his beautiful eyes locked on you. You wanted to make him come, bring him the same pleasure he already brought you so easily and was going to again. You leaned forward and bit at the tattoo on his chest, your tongue laving at the expanse of skin between your teeth. He shouted and his thrusts picked up, absolutely pounding into you now. A mewl from you was muffled against his chest. With a ‘pop’ you released his pec and kissed up his neck, “C’mon, Eddie. Make me cum again, then finish inside me.”
“Oh, god.” Eddie was gritting his teeth at this point, determined to make you hit your peak again before he did. He slid a hand down your body, rolling a nipple between his fingers before settling his hand on your pubic bone, his thumb quickly circling over your clit. He was losing his pace, every kiss and bite you pressed to his skin was pushing him closer and closer. “Let me hear you. Let me hear those pretty noises, and come for me again.” He changed the motion of his thumb and nearly roared as you keened beneath him.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, yes, Eddie!” You buried your face into his chest as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, flames lapping at you with each pulse of your release around him. “Please fill me up. Please!” You lifted your eyes to look at him, needing to see him come apart.
“Holy shit. I’m gonna cum, I-” Eddie thrust deep inside once more before spilling his release inside of you. The remaining clenching from your pussy leaving him with nothing but to give the smallest thrusts as he finished. He dropped to his elbows, his hair falling over his shoulders and caging your faces together for a moment. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both tried to regain your breath.
When his heart rate finally slowed, he reluctantly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, arms open and inviting you to lay with him. He hummed contently as you snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. This felt so right.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence between, you suddenly shifted and reached under your side, piquing Eddie’s interest. You grinned up at him as you produced the d20 from earlier. “I think you should roll again.”
Eddie chuckled and plucked the die from your hand. “I guess I can’t really complain about my results from the last one.” Flashing you a cheeky smile, he rolled it in his hands for a moment before dropping it down the curve of your hip. He sat up a little to peer at it sitting on the bed between you, a 20 sitting at the top.
You both cheered and grabbed at each other's face, peering into the other’s eyes before finally closing the distance and pressing your lips together.
I’m going to go ahead and ask for a JWDS kiss prompt for “…in public” 😋! Only if you want to though!
ohhh thanks for the ask! honestly i would say i am weeell over my beyond evil era, but there is still fondness for the characters and i feel this strange sense of calmness when i'm writing them? idk all of this to say that this prompt has been inspiring! of course my brain went off on its own little tangent so i wonder how accurate to the prompt this is but ANYWAYS it is late, i am sleepy, and here's what i got:
When Joo Won had to leave suddenly after their little reunion at Jae Yi's, Dong Sik thought he wouldn't see him for a long time. There would be no birthdays in a while, and he certainly didn't dare fancy that the inspector would haul himself all the way from Gangwon just for Dong Sik's little old self.
As it happened, though, Han Joo Won did haul himself all the way from Gangwon, and the lack of reasoning provided was proof enough of his real reason.
Dong Sik had last seen him at Jae Yi's, in February. It was the first time he'd seen him in nearly a year. Dong Sik had severely underestimated his fondness for the man; seeing him again energized him like a hundred suns, and reignited a pleasant ache that Dong Sik had only started to register in the latter days of their partnership. The inspector looked more dishevelled, rougher around the edges. It was a good look.
(But Dong Sik wouldn't get flattered just yet. After all, there was so much to catch up on.)
When they met, they did not talk a lot. That was reassuring; at least, Han Joo Won had not changed that much.
They were huddled in a secluded corner of a terrace of a restaurant. The day was lovely enough to sit outside, and there were no cars whizzing past them.
Finally, spring. It was trite to say that the winter had been harsh; every winter was harsh, only Dong Sik forgot just how harsh it was until it was four p.m. in January and he was staring at the dark spots on his walls and trying his hardest not to think because all the thoughts available were trying to drown him. Anyhow, the winter had been harsh, in its usual way, but he'd weathered through it, much like a tree remains leafless and frozen only to sprout new buds as soon as the sun warms it. He was sprouting— actually, maybe it was best to abandon this particular metaphor, he wasn't sprouting anything, thank God; but the sun did him much good.
"Did you want to speak about something particular?" Dong Sik asked. He'd endured Joo Won's taciturn silence as they greeted, sat down, ordered, but now he felt like Joo Won was picking apart his guts instead of the lasagna in front of him.
Joo Won continued fiddling with his fork, gaze flitting from the plate, then to Dong Sik, then to the blooming trees that lined the road, then Dong Sik again, like a nervous sparrow hoping to pick a stray crumb.
"Sort of," he endeavored to say. "I wanted to see how you are."
"You saw me at Jae Yi's."
"You didn't have to come if it's a nuisance."
"You didn't have to invite me."
The fork stopped, embedded into the layers of pasta and bechamel. Ah, there it was, that old spark of defiance Dong Sik was so eager to goad Joo Won into. He always tried to be so calm and unaffected. Yet he looked radiant when he was about to lose his composure.
(Or maybe those were just Dong Sik's questionable tastes.)
"You really haven't changed," Joo Won said.
"Neither have you. It's a relief."
Joo Won looked a little conflicted at that, and Dong Sik felt a pang of guilt. Knowing how Joo Won used to act, and just how hard he'd tried to change the worst parts of himself— though he hadn't meant it, it was an unkind thing to say.
Before Dong Sik could mollify him, Joo Won spoke up.
"I wanted to come sooner, but work kept getting in the way."
He was looking at Dong Sik with the eyes of a puppy dog— was he aware of this? No, surely he wasn't, and this unguardedness surprised Dong Sik.
"That's a shame," he said. "Admirable, though."
Joo Won produced a quiet snort at that, which was another surprise. He thought Hell would sooner turn green all over than he'd hear Joo Won even approximate a laugh.
Maybe it was because of all the pollen in the air.
"There was something I forgot to do. I mean, something I had meant to do much sooner, but there was never really a chance."
"And now, there's a chance?" Dong Sik asked, baffled and intrigued in equal measure.
"Maybe. I… It is selfish of me."
"What?"
At that, Joo Won clammed up and looked away resolutely, staring into the trees and the road and the hills and the houses beyond. A tinge of red colored his face.
If Dong Sik didn't know any better, he would think—
— oh shit, what if that is exactly what Joo Won means?
No, Dong Sik couldn't be that lucky. Then again…
"You know, Han Joo Won, maybe you've earned the right to be a little selfish. But right now, it would actually be very altruistic if you actually told me what you're thinking, because you're killing me here with your riddles."
Joo Won considered Dong Sik's words. (The little uptick frown in his brow. The downward twist of the corner of his lips. The universal indicators.) He considered them some more as he turned to look at Dong Sik. Only now was he actually looking at him.
What was going to come out of his mouth, Dong Sik wondered.
And then Joo Won leaned over the table and kissed him.
Just for a moment, not for long enough for Dong Sik to reciprocate, but long enough to fry his brain. Right there, in the open.
Joo Won pulled back quickly, and his gaze was pinned down at a stain on the tablecloth. Dong Sik looked around, wondering if any of the three guests had seen them.
They didn't. It happened so fast, one could have mistaken it for a conspiratorial whisper.
Did it even happen?
"How's that for a riddle?" Joo Won murmured, voice low and deeply embarrassed.
Dong Sik was fascinated.
To think that the inspector had it in him.
"I'm not sure I heard it properly," he said. "Do you mind running that one by me again?"
This one was a toughie but HONESTLY i really quite like this!!!! As you might guess, prepare for angst :^D I do like all the angst potential between these two that arises during the second half of the movie; I just love how inevitably they fall apart! Anyhow, this is a take on the first meeting between Lawrence and Ali after Lawrence returns for Damascus, but if there'd been a clear romantic connection established beforehand.
The last time Ali saw Lawrence, he was wearing his fur cloak, as human as he ever was, shamed and beaten out of his delusions, which had come to a bloody end just as Ali had feared. He wouldn't tell Ali what the Turks had done to him in Dera'a, but Ali knew all the same. Maybe that was why he had let him go when Lawrence pleaded him to. He looked so fragile then.
Though it pained Ali to come to terms with the fact, he needed his own men to return to his humanity.
(Foolishly, he had hoped that he could bring him back.)
(Now, he wondered if he ever had a claim to any part of him.)
The last time Ali saw Lawrence, he looked human and frail, and Ali thought it was the last time he would ever see him.
It was not.
"You said you would not come back, and now you're here again?"
The man in front of him was not wearing any silly Arab fancy dress. He wore a British uniform, which fit him about as well as the expression on his face. Calm, collected, sagging off him.
"I still have a responsibility," he said.
"You are not an Arab. Our freedom is not your responsibility."
Somehow, it felt like they'd traveled back in time. If only Lawrence could give Ali some sign that it was truly him, that he had not forsaken the bond that had been forged on the Sun's anvil.
"The British promised to help. I…promised to help."
"How did they convince you?"
"Damascus, Ali. We need to take Damascus."
"And you're the only one that can do it?"
"They will back me."
"Who?"
"My people. The British. The Arabs."
Anger surged inside Ali. "You mean, the British will test you, and we will obey you. Are we all merely playthings for the generals?"
"Ali, you know it is—"
"Do not tell me what I know or don't know!" That got a shiver out of Lawrence, cracking the odious expression. "With you, one cannot know anything."
The word had hit their mark. Lawrence stopped, whatever he had in store next now entirely obliterated, along with his pretend composure. Ali hated to be the source of his distress, but Lawrence had brought him so much misery that now Ali needed to see that he could be affected as well. That it was selfish of him, he was well aware. He knew no other course of action.
"Know this, then," Lawrence said, voice low in the light of his recovery, "you are still an ignorant man."
He stepped towards Ali and without a moment's hesitation leaned down; Ali leaned into him as if on reflex, and for a moment, he could believe that this was the one thing he didn't need to doubt, the one thing he had the luxury of trusting.
Maybe he had been an ignorant man until he met Lawrence.
But he had not been ignorant for a while now, and he could tell an honest kiss from a fake one.
Lawrence could not.
How many lies had he told to himself up to this point? Was he even aware that he was telling lies?
Ali kissed him all the same, bitter though it was.
What he knew was this: the one who would never wash out this bitterness was Lawrence.
The most ignorant of all, the one who did not know himself.
in light of recent events, i felt like sharing my armand turns daniel fic and daniel hallucinates armand in his dreams fic because honestly i still kind of love these stories and i love the snarky dynamic the show took in episode four
Lots of potential with this one, but for you (and for me I suppose lol) I returned to the world of shadows of the mess you made, so this takes place after the ending of that fic and after Lawrence had been living with Ali and Maryam for a while.
There was stirring beside Ali that snapped him out of his sleep. For a moment, his mind couldn't place the source of it, till he reached out and touched a shuddering figure lying next to him.
"Lawrence…?"
The man did not respond. Ali sighed. Here they go again.
He shook him as gently as he could.
"Lawrence, wake up. Wake up. It is alright."
Lawrence's clothes were clammy and cold from the perspiration that had poured off him, as it always did every time one of these dream terrors seized his soul. His face was never animated, and even now the slightest hint of discomfort was the downward turn of his lips and eyes clenched shut. He wasn't saying anything this time.
Amidst the usual litany of assurances and shaking, his eyes snapped open. Ali hated this moment the most— there was mist over the blue water, and Lawrence could not see him until Ali took his head in his hands and made him look.
And when he did see him, Lawrence crumbled and all Ali could do was draw him into a tight embrace until the aftershocks of whatever had assaulted him wore off.
"You're fine," he murmured into his soaked hair.
"I'm sorry," Lawrence murmured back. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why these things keep coming back, I—"
"Spare your words. It doesn't matter."
With that Lawrence pulled away, looking at Ali with the eyes of a martyr and an executioner.
"I keep being a nuisance."
"You cannot help it."
"Exactly."
"That is not what I meant."
"You will. One day, all of this will get out of hand, and I will weigh you down, and you will regret ever letting me stay. You will have wasted whatever time you could have had wi—"
Ali did not care to listen further. They'd had this conversation before, a long time ago, when they agreed that Lawrence would stay, that he wasn't a nuisance, that Maryam accepted him as well. They'd made a rational agreement, and the friend of his heart was not being rational now.
Ali would not entertain the demons born out of irrational nightmares. He would banish them.
Lawrence's last word was a gasp against Ali's lips as he pressed them tightly over Lawrence's, melding them together for a moment of silence and clarity. He clenched, caught in a spasm of panic, before melting into it, his entire body relaxing against Ali.
Ali pressed another kiss into his forehead.
"Sleep."
Lawrence obeyed without a word, and that was that.
BILLY- "We have no kings here." He is looking at you with unease. The fact that Richard Guthrie is lying in this boat and bleeding out unsettles him, more than he'd say in words.
PERCEPTION [Challenging: Success]- No, it's not the sight of Richard Guthrie that unsettles him. It is the sight of you.
AUTHORITY [Trivial: Success] - What does he know? Remind him who you are!
SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He is a smart man. Surely he understands what is at stake here. You can reason with him.
"Shut up and row."
Don't say anything.
[Authority - Heroic] Remind him that this is all for a Greater Cause.
AUTHORITY [Heroic: Failure]- Time to remind him of how Great the Cause is and who runs the damn show here.
"I am your king."
Wait a second, won't that make me sound like a delusional megalomaniac?
YOU - Wait a second, won't that make me sound like a delusional megalomaniac?
AUTHORITY - Oh, is there anyone more qualified around? What is this, a tea party? Come on, have some backbone!
you know, it's been a hot minute since i did one of these!
anyhow, here's a little bit from a little fic i'm working on for the sting, with johnny and henry just taking it easy and having a good time after the events of the movie, complete with a reference to a 50s comedy classic i love with all my heart that just so happens to take place around the same time and place :^)
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The yellow night lights glittered like candles on a birthday cake; people mulled about the train station, and strolled down the streets; cars thundered down the streets; music and shouting mixed and poured out of bars. The city promised trouble and good time, depending on one's inclination or misfortune. Johnny was as lucky today as on the day he'd been born.
Of course, Henry knew a place— knew several in fact, and some of those he would not exactly be unwelcome in, but certainly ill-advised to patronise— and so they made their way through the lit streets to a three-storey building that looked like it had seen better days, but which was certainly not seeing bad days now, as it was teeming with patrons, young and old, male and female, all laughing and arm-in-arm as they sauntered in and out. It was just shabby enough to be welcoming rather than elite, rather than shady.
Racuous jazz music could be heard from within, just what the doctor ordered.
Inside, a mayhem of people, drinks, tables, games, a band. Some dancing, some playing pool, some talking, all drinking. Furniture and chairs with dark red upholstery, the kind that hid stains particularly well, brown-tinged wallpapers. Enough cigarette smoke to make everyone's faces hazy in the warm lamplight. There were high-stakes parties behind the backdoor, and while the untrained eye was lost in the cacophony, Johnny immediately noticed suited-up gangster types shuffling through a little door at the far end of the room, behind the bar.
Whatever.
He was wise not to take his share; he'd be a regular Joe for tonight. See how that worked out, for a day or two, as Henry had suggested. A little vacation, of sorts.
The band was easier to see from the bar, as they continued their whiskey streak.
Henry was looking at the band intently, so much so that Johnny turned to scrutinizing them.
"Anyone you know?"
"No, just thinking about this story a heard a couple of years back. Some two guys, jazz musicians, ran into the mob in Chicago back in '29. Valentine's day. Now, those guys would have put holes in them too, but the two gave them the slip."
"How'd they do that?"
"Put on wigs and dresses and joined a female orchestra."
Johnny choked on his whiskey, which nearly sent him into a coughing fit. Henry snorted.
