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Hallo! could i have maybe hcs for 141 + Alejandro & könig with a female s/o who's into breeding kink?

A/n: Enjoy this late and very filthy Christmas gift!

Captain Price:

You couldn't keep your dirty secret any longer, not with the way he was mounted on you, his mouth working on leaving marks on your neck

Your words were meek and breathless but that didn't stop the sounds from reaching his ears.

His body went rigid and his eyes wide, he pulled away from your hold, his chest heaving heavily as he looked down at your embarrassing state.

You had your hands covering your face at your confession.

Price would make you repeat your words in a snarkish tone. A wide grin on his face as he pins your wrists above your head

"I...c-cum inside me...please."

Price would let out an obnoxious laugh before he starts to rail you again in a mating position.

You would wrap your legs around his waist, securing him and locking him into your pussy.

The first time he listened to your pleas and cummed inside of you was life-changing.

The feeling of your wet cunt greedily milking his balls of his cum made him rethink everything he knew about himself, maybe he had a breeding kink as well.

What made him feral the most was watching his cum pour out of your cunt, with a growl his cock was inside of you once again.

"Your loose cunt is wasting my seed, princess," his harsh words make you whimper. "Am I going to have to buy you a plug to keep my cum from spilling out?"

He teases you about your kink constantly

He'll let some snide remarks escape him, sometimes around his men that will leave you red.

Likes to see you begging and crying for his cum, to mount you and breed you like an animal

"Please daddy, I want your cum."

Expect him to constantly indulge your kink because his favorite thing to do is to stuff you full of his cum and stuff a plug inside of you

He can't help but feel prideful knowing you're running around the compound with a womb full of cum.

Ghost:

Ghost bullies you constantly for your kink

Snide remarks here and there, not caring for who hears because, at the end of the day, it's his cum that is stuffed inside of you.

The only verbal confirmation that lets you know that you aren't the only one with a breeding kink are the dirty phrases that he spits at you when he's pushing himself deep inside of you.

"Can't wait to you see round with my children."

"Take my babies, that's the only thing a slut like you is good for."

Seeing his cum inside of you makes him feral, it's his way of claiming your body

Loves to see you beg for his cum, if you don't he'll leave you before your orgasm hits, leaving you whining and sensitive. Probably says something harsh like, "Don't act like your the only slut that wouldn't kill to carry my kids."

Ghost doesn't play around, especially with a breeding kink it makes him territorial.

Constantly feeds into your breeding kink because of how easily jealous he can get.

Soap looks in your direction?

You are already bent over the table with his cum pouring down your thigh, his fingers trying to pump his cum back into you, berating you for wasting such precious seed.

Mean ghost takes it a step further and buys infant boy onesies and fuck you over them, growling into your ear to give him a baby boy.

Soap:

Soap will happily indulge in your kink

Will tease you about it in front of others, some sexual comments like "Wait until my bonnie tits start leaking milk, you won't see me eating any of that military shit."

Loves to cum inside of you because of how your pussy squeezes him dry.

Loves to take polaroids of your stuffed cunt, his cum oozing down your lips. Also has some polaroid selfies of himself eating his cum out of your cunt.

He may or may not show the others the polaroids he has, bragging how his lass loves to milk his balls and begs for his babies.

As much as he loves to breed you, he also deep down wishes you do get pregnant because he'll love to have a kid running around, a product of your love.

Soap loves it when you beg for his cum, to give him your babies.

When he fucking you, he likes to suck at your nipples, and nip at them. Loves it when you whimper and cry at his teasing, telling you he's preparing you for the baby.

Loves to breed you in the doggy position, which drives him feral.

A weird kink that he developed because of your breeding kink is seeing you dressed up in cow lingerie. Especially if you do end up getting pregnant and seeing your engorged breasts with milk spilling through the bra makes him absolutely feral.

Soap definitely has a mommy kink, calls you mommy when he breeds you.

Gaz:

You both accidentally learn you have breeding kinks

You both fuck raw

Although Gaz is diligent and always cautious, Gaz never wears condoms, too lost in the heat of the moment to even have the patience to find one and open it.

Both of you are just very horny people to care about the consequences and just go feral for each other.

It was bound to happen eventually, with how careless you both were during your love-making, it shouldn't have been a surprise when Gaz finally forgets to pull out.

Lost in the way your warm walls suck him in and squeeze around him so tight.

Your legs lock him in place, pressing his body closer to you, not leaving him any room to pull out, not like he would if he could. Your cunt was just too good to even think about pulling out.

Your eyes snap open at the feeling of warm liquid spurting inside of you. Your wide eyes meet the closed-eye euphoric expression on Gaz.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes shut closed at the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock, milking him of his cum.

He stays inside of you, controlling his breathing before he finally opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.

"oops."

He pulls out slowly, his eyes mesmerized at the sight of his cum spilling out your wet folds, watching as the white fluid run down your thighs, his cock twitching to life again.

Seeing his cum pour out of you awakened something inside of Gaz. Primal urges seen in animals, he felt the need to continue to stuff you with his cum, claiming you as a mate to bear his children.

Your thighs twitch at the feeling of his cum spilling down your sensitive folds, the warm liquid burning you with a desire you've never felt before. The look Gaz was giving you confirmed you both wanted the same thing.

Eagerly plunging his cock into your pussy, fucking his cum back inside of you, his thrusts sloppy but full of lustful desire.

You both keep fucking until your cunt can't hold anymore of his cum. Until every thrust into your poor aching cunt has the cum spilling down the sides of his cock, piling on the sheets.

"That will knock you up real good, eh?" his laughter filled your ears as you swatted at his chest with a bashful look on your face.

Alejandro:

Alejandro is a very passionate and attentive lover so he had suspicions of the kink you had buried deep inside of you.

Every time he neared his orgasm and voiced it, he noticed the way your pussy tightened around his cock, your hands gripping onto him harder as if you tried to lock him in place, your way of silently pleading with him to cum inside of you.

After seeing you get along with his nieces and nephews, he was finally going to indulge your breeding kink he knew you had that you weren't aware that he knew. Maybe if he was lucky he'll knock you up and start a family of his own.

Something was different, your lovemaking was more passionate and feral. His thrust was full of vigor, and the tip of his cock felt like he was bruising the entrance of your womb.

"I'm gonna fuck my cum into you," he growled. His eyes didn't miss the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your cunt already greedily trying to milk his balls dry.

Chants of 'yes' spew from your mouth as you held onto him for dear life.

"Make you a mami" he sneered, his fingers bruising the skin on your stomach. "You'll look so beautiful with a round stomach, carrying mis ninos."

"Please!" you cried, his words fueling your kink. "I want your babies," you begged.

Spewing his cum deep into your cavern, he pulled out unaware you had squirted against him, his cum inside of you was enough to bring you over the edge and spew your juices onto him.

"Look at you full of cum," he teased, watching as your legs twitched at his rough hands gliding up to your cunt, "What a dirty perra." (Bitch)

Konig:

When you tell him about your kink, he is absolutely flustered.

Konig usually repeats what he is going to say over and over in his head, his words already decided and prepared with his raspy and rushed tone to voice them, but when you confess to him you want him to cum inside of you, until his cum is oozing out, and with a quiet whisper that you want his babies, words begin to start spewing from his mouth

His words come out stuttered, and his sentences are never complete before a new rush of thoughts starts to spill from his mouth.

"Are you-...b-breed?..inside of you???...my babies?" his voice quivering with each word.

You give him time to pace around, watching as his hands' clench and unclench rapidly, he stops at random intervals to look at you and the innocent smile on your face, your eyes eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants before he begins to pace around again, german phrases and curses rapidly leaving his lips in hushed screams.

After he somewhat calms down, he looks at you with hunger in his eyes, his eyes roaming your body. He'd gently push you down on the mattress and hover over your body, his cock rutting against your thigh. "Are you sure Liebling?"

"I want your babies," you whisper into his ear, teasing and further pushing him to insanity.

He's quick to start thrusting inside of you, your clothes ripped to shreds as his balls slap against your ass.

He'll growl into your ear, whisper how you will look beautiful with milk running down your breasts, the changes your body will face if your womb accepted his seed.

When he cums inside of you, he doesn't pull out right away, instead, he cherishes the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing him, milking him of every drop.

Pushes you to the side, his cock still inside, and snuggles with you, your pussy fluttering against his semi-hard cock.

Your back against his chest, his hands kneading your breasts, his mouth sucking at your neck and muttering praises against your skin.

He'll lazily thrust his hips when he thinks he can feel his cum spilling out of you.

Loves to keep his cock inside of you for as long as he can after he's done breeding you.

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veeluvss · 10 months

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we'll get them

>1k

emily prentiss x daughter!reader

tw : nudes and sexual abuse

i pulled up outside the bau, feeling sick. garcia was in here and i was praying she could help me. i hadn't been able to show my face at school for months and mum had no idea. i couldn't tell her. i couldn't dare - what would she think of me? would she call me a whore? a slag? like the rest of them. i knew my mum was usually understanding but at the same time, this was serious.

i left the elevator with my visitor badge on and tried to stay out of sight. i knew mum was on a case and not in town but i didn't know about anyone else. i was well known at the bau, people loved me but i didn't want to be recognised now. i felt ashamed looking at my reflection.

i knocked on the door to garcia's computers and heard her little chime from inside 'two seconds my love'. she didn't know who it was but she called everyone the sweetest names. she just radiated love and positivity, i could already feel myself feeling better. to my shock, jj opened the door. "y/n!" she cheered, smiling widely. "y/n?" garcia said, spinning on her chair. "emily's on a case, did she not tell you?" jj said, concerned. "oh erm," i muttered and lowered my head. "i came to see garcia." "oh come in sweet cheeks!" garcia said, standing up and welcoming me in. "do you want me to leave you to it?" jj asked sweetly but something compelled me to shake my head. i needed her support too. "sit down baby, are you okay?" garcia asked. i felt sick. "i can't tell you so i'm going to show you," i mumbled. "okay," garcia said. i tapped away on my phone til i found the twitter post. i handed it to garcia and she looked at it. jj peering over her shoulder. "oh sugar plum," garcia mumbled. "does emily know?" jj asked me, sadness in her voice. i shook my head rapidly. "please don't tell her!" "y/n," jj sighed. she crouched down beside me and i felt tears welling up in my eyes. "babe, this was posted over a month ago, why didn't you come to me sooner?" "i couldn't leave my house." i buried my head in my hands and jj held me.

"i didn't take them," i whispered. "you didn't?" jj asked, putting some hair behind my ear. penelope was already looking at how to get rid of them, although it was hard. she was going to find the origin at least because then we know who posted them. "some guy," i began explaining. "we got drunk one night when mum was away and he - he forced me too. he used a polaroid and , and his phone but i didn't know he used his phone." "that's okay," jj muttered, stroking my hair. "right, i've got the person who posted it," garcia said. "however, it is one of them cases where it's on the internet and anyone can have them - especially after a month." i nodded, understanding. when she showed me the guy who posted them i felt even more violated as i didn't even know him. "baby, can we ring emily?" jj asked. "no! no you can't!" "she'll understand, she really will." "no, she can't see them." "she doesn't have to see them, we'll just be able to arrest him and get him put away for it. we can also get talking to the people who shared it." i began to cry. i wanted my mum, so bad. i just began to nod. jj and garcia were decent cuddles but nothing beat my mum. jj held me whilst garcia rang emily.

"what've you got for me garcia?" mum asked down the phone. "emily, are you alone?" garcia asked. "this is personal." "i don't really have time for personal-..." she began. "it's about your daughter so yes you do," penelope said. i smiled at that. we heard mum mumble a quick 'excuse me' to whoever she was with. "what's happened?" her voice was panicked. "JJ and i got a little unprompted visit from your baby today," garcia began. i hugged jj and she pulled me closer to her. "is she okay?" emily asked. "emily you can't judge, she's already hurt enough by it and she just needs her mum. okay?" "garcia, what is going on?" "someone posted pictures of her online, erm, not clothed." i hid in jj, not wanting to hear her response. there was silence for a minute. "do you know who?" she asked. "i tracked down the ip address." "does she know them?" garcia looked at me and i shook my head. "she does not." "i'm coming home," she hung up then. i couldn't tell if she was mad or upset or angry or disappointed. i felt sick. i just clung to jj, hoping she'd understand.

a few hours later, mum charged into garcia's office. i was sat on one of the desks, coffee in my hand and apple in the other. i gulped seeing her. she looked at me, between garcia and jj. "i need to see them." she said, holding out her hand. "no!" i said suddenly, getting down. "no mum, please." i begged. "y/n i need to see what they did to you." "emily," jj whispered as i shook my head over and over. "we've seen them. you don't need to see." "it's nothing i haven't seen before for christ sake!" she groaned, throwing up her hands. i began to cry then, she was angry. so so angry with me. "it's not the same em and you know it." jj said, putting a supportive hand on my back. "we have the IP address and we know who posted them online. we just need your orders to send someone to the house and get him arrested." "get him arrested and sent down. and anyone else who distributed it. no one is getting away with this," she said. i looked at her between my fingers and saw her expression soften at the sight of me. she sighed before pulling me into her arms.

"we'll get them," she said. "mum i'm sorry," i cried. "sorry? why on earth are you sorry?" she asked me, genuinely surprised. "i didn't know he was taking them, i didn't know they'd be posted. i dragged you away from a case," i explained, clinging to her blazer. "sweetheart," she whispered, caressing my hair. "this isn't your fault. at all." she pushed me away slightly and put her fingers under my chin so i looked at her. "i'm not mad or disappointed at you. baby i love you and i'd never judge you." she whispered and my heart swelled with love. "i'm just really fucking mad at the people who hurt my baby." i chuckled a little and she pulled me back into my arms. "what did i tell you eh," jj said, rubbing my back. i only nodded, clinging to my mum. i'd needed this. i'd needed her.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss head canons #emily prentiss x reader #emily #emily prentiss x daughter #emily prentiss x child #emily prentiss x daughter!reader #penelope garcia

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jaemified · 10 months

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same dream, same mind, same night - hong jisoo

“ive waited this long to be with you. what’s another few months?”

pairing; joshua hong x fem!reader

genre; angst, childhood best friends/brothers bsf, kinda fluffy, unrequited love, friends to lovers

warnings; swearing, drinking, mingyus mean but hes just drunk, y/ns scared of commitment (arent we all), mention of bruises/scraping against concrete, and blood (blood parts pretty brief)

wordcount; 3.0k

synopsis; confiding in her longtime best friend after the end of a rocky relationship, choi y/n begins to heal once more and realizes what’s been waiting in front of her after all this time.

note - i love samex3 sm+i wanted an excuse to write w this song and for josh soo

read below the cut !

“you can’t just leave me here!” y/n exclaims to her boyfriend of four years, stumbling out the back door of a club to follow the man before her.

the loud music echoed throughout the alleyway, ringing through y/n’s slightly pounding head though she wasnt nearly as drunk as mingyu.

“actually i can, the car is registered under my name anyway.” he scoffed as he wrapped his arm tighter around his one night stand’s waist.

“and how are you supposed to drive? you’re absolutely wasted.”

“i’m not wasted, in that sense. but i realize how much time i’ve wasted on you.”

y/n grabbed her boyfriends arm, clinging onto him with watery eyes and a shakey grip. she ignored the way the desperate girl next to him gave her a dirty look, rolling her eyes.

“you don’t want to do this mingyu.”

“no,” he lowly chuckles. “you don’t want to do this, y/n.”

he shakes his arm harshly as y/n’s hold on him began to slip, before the girl tugged on her forearm, shoving her backwards into a puddle of god knows what.

y/n ignored the bruises beginning to form on her knees as she scraped against the rough concrete, struggling to get up with weak knees.

the ‘couple’ turns around, walking away towards the other side of the street.

“are you fucking serious? you’re gonna throw away a 4 year relationship for some girl you met at the club?!”

“you’re spewing nonsense, you’re drunk, you should just go home sweetheart.” the girl yelled back in faux pity, pulling mingyu into a kiss while she knew y/n was watching.

it was heartwrenching sight. y/n felt her heart ache, her stomach drop, eyes heavy, head hazy.

“mingyu! stop! please.” she called after to no avail.

with her already shaky knees, she tried to run after them only to trip and scrape herself more harshly then the first time.

she winced as she saw the blood begin to draw, the dirt falling into the open wound.

it was a rather big gash for a small fall, before she realized it was a broken glass bottle she had tripped over.

it was raining now, pouring rather heavily.

y/n sat flat on her butt in the middle of a sketchy alleyway. she began to cry, not just from the ache of the glass digging deep into her flesh, but from the ache in her heart mingyu had left her with.

she sobbed loudly, clutching her chest. she began to curl up into a ball and hugged her knees tightly.

with every drop of the heavy rainfall, her sobs only grew more painful she could feel herself running out of breath.

y/n was pretty fucked. stuck in the middle of who knows where, in a pretty bad area not to mention she was caught midstorm, left with no money (as mingyu used the rest of her money on drinks while she got up to the bathroom), no umbrella, phone in low battery before she realized-

wait.

with her vision blurred, she dug into her purse for her quickly dying phone.

through all the old receipts and packs of gum, her white phone with its clear case still stood out the most. inside the clear case was a polaroid. of her, her brother (seungcheol), and their best friend, joshua, as kids sitting side by side in the sand.

she laughed sadly as she looked at baby her, with her arms wrapped around both josh and cheols necks, the three of them flashing bright smiles.

well shit, she finally snapped out of it and realized what she needed to do.

y/n unlocked her phone, quickly scrolling through her favorites in her contacts.

‘4%’ the upper corner of her phone flashed.

she thought of who to call yet no one seemed to be a good choice.

seungcheol? no, he’d get mad and yell a lot.

jihoon? stuck at work, as always.

wonwoo? working the late shift at the cafe.

mingyu? absolutely not.

y/n thought hard before one familiar name popped up in her mind. how could she not have thought of him?

she scrolled for his contact, finding it, then questioning how she missed it when he was third on her favorite contacts.

calling shua🫶

the loud buzzing of his phone caught both his, and his friends attention, interrupting one of their late gym sessions on a random saturday.

“who could be calling you at this hour?” chan questioned, putting down one of the two weights he was lifting.

“his beloved y/n!” soonyoung teased with a soft grin.

“its not even that late? its only like 10.” seokmin said with a hint uncertainty attached at the end before he checked the time.

joshua brushed off his friends, stopping the treadmill as he paused his music before he had checked the contact name.

‘incoming call from y/nn!<3’

“hey, how are you?” he asked with a genuine smile.

“fucking terrible.”

“are you okay, do you need help?”

“are you free right now..?”

“i mean yeah, im just at the gym with the guys. what’s up?”

“hate to be a bother but can you please come get me?” she emphasized.

“why, what’s wrong? i mean- not why like, ill pick you up either way but just kinda, you know-” “stop being like that and just go get her already!” chan yelled with his distinct laughter.

y/n sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes before chuckling in response, “hi channie!” she spoke with as natural of a voice she could put up.

“she said hi channie.” “dont be jealous!” soonyoung teased.

she smiled at how natural they were with each other, and also at how easily joshua got annoyed.

he walked out the gym of the apartment complex and stood outside the door, ignoring how he had 3 sets of eyes on him.

“okay, im alone now. what happened?”

“ill tell you what happened in person, just please hurry. im kinda injured and also soaking wet. rain really isnt friendly.”

josh walked back into the gym, quickly grabbing his sweater and keys, signaling to the guys that he’d be back later as he pointed towards the parking lot through the window.

“im leaving now. where are you?”

“i dont know, mingyu was the one driving. ill just drop my pin.”

“that bastard i swear if he hurt her..” he mumbled, thankful it wasn’t heard by y/n.

“thank you shua, i really do owe you.”

“it’s fine. that’s what friends are for right?”

“yeah. love you.”

“love you.”

he sighed as he remembered you were just two best friends, nothing more, nothing less. and yet you still had him wrapped tightly around your finger.

y/n squinted when the bright headlights flashed in her eyes as joshua pulled up in his black sedan.

he quickly ran up to y/n with his umbrella, unzipping his gray hoodie and wrapping it around her cold, bare shoulders while the spaghetti straps of the black dress slipped off.

his eyes fell as he saw how puffy hers were, her red cheeks, and bloody scraped knees.

handing the umbrella to the girl before him (and telling her to make sure she’s covered, saying to not worry about him getting wet in the process), he picks her up by the underside of her knees and arms, carrying her to the car.

joshua puts y/n down to sit on the hood as he opened the passenger seat, making sure she has enough leg room, not wanting her to scrape her knees any more then she already had.

he picks her up once more, setting her down inside before taking the umbrella and closing the door for her.

“ill take you back to cheols?” he mumbled as he backed out into the street, pressing his sneaker into the gas pedal.

“no no no no god please don’t. he will kill me and i really don’t want to have to deal with that. can i please spend the night with you?” she begged, grabbing onto his muscular, veiny, covered in rain droplets, arms.

he sighed, looking over to her with a soft gaze, meeting her hurt eyes. he changed the navigation on his phone and entered in the address of his apartment complex. “how could i ever say no to you?” he flashed a lazy smile, rubbing circles into her hand.

realizing his right hand had subconsciously made its way to her rest on her thigh, he half-mindedly pulled his hand away before he felt y/n pull him back, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“so what happened? not to be, you know. but im really worried about you. you’re lucky cheol wasnt there when you called me you know.”

“i know and im sorry, it’s just- I didnt know who else to go to.”

he hummed as he stopped at the red light. joshua turned to face y/n again, repeating his earlier words. “well, how could i ever say no to you?” he mumbled as the green flash illuminated his face in the dark light.

“you know how gyu can be. but this time he just drank way too much i guess and lost it. it started at the high school reunion party last month. he got drunk and ended up sleeping with someones sister who’s like 4 years younger, she was like in 8th grade when we all graduated.”

“damn we’re old now- oh, sorry. i thought it was a girl he met at the club?”

“that’s what i thought. but she was here with her brother and he told me everything. they were meant to be a one night stand since he thought they’d never see each other again but we just so happened to enter the club as they were leaving. after he told me, i ran out after gyu but he abandoned me.”

she didn’t miss the way joshua’s jaw clenched.

“ill kill that son of a bitch i swear.”

“it’s okay, really-”

“no! its not fucking okay!” he shouted, apologizing before he realized how loud he was.

he parked in his parking space before turning off the engine to talk to her, face to face.

“choi y/n. you are a special girl, a once in a life time even, and you deserve to be treated as such. and if someone as stupid as kim mingyu cant see that then why don’t you go for someone who does?”

“like.. who..?”

“like, hong jisoo.”

“hong jisoo? i- ah.”

y/n gave him a pitiful look, and that’s all it took to get the message across.

“shua..”

“no. i get it, i can’t expect you to feel the same way especially since it hasn’t even been 3 hours since you broke up with mingyu. and even after that i can’t expect you reciprocate my feelings either way. but, even so, ill always be here for you. no matter how you want me, as a boyfriend or more realistically, a friend.”

“joshua. i love you, i really do. you know i do but,”

“-but as nothing more as a friend, yeah? its alright. i really didn’t want to say anything but it just slipped out. i didn’t want to stress you out because i know what you’re going through is hard. i understand. but what we feel for one another is a different type of love,” he stopped to gesture two different points moving in opposing directions with his arms.

“to different for our own good.” was all he said before getting out the car to carry y/n upstairs.

y/n winced as he put ointment into the fresh wound where the glass once was, looking away from josh as he held her leg, directing her gaze to the bloody chunk of glass that sat in the sink.

“soonyoung is staying at chan and seokmins place on the seventeenth floor, but i want you to take my room, and ill stay in soonyoungs since i have a softer and bigger mattress.” he whispered, making eye contact with her as he left an innocent kiss where the bandage covered her skin.

she whimpered as the events of today hit her with the small kiss, unsure of how to proceed.

y/n ran her fingers through her hair, still damp from the shower she had just taken.

“can you stand?” he asked offering his hands to help her down the counter, looking over the many bandaids covering all her scrapes and bruises.

she took his hand and tried walking around the kitchen. she had a bit of a limp, yet was still a bit stable.

“here, take this tylenol and you can wear the hoodie I left on the bed since I know you get cold, ill just shower first.”

she sat on the bed, hugging the shirt she currently wore which joshua had lent her, before slipping on his black zip up hoodie. it had smelled like him, and his familiar, comforting vanilla shampoo she recognized all too well.

she fell back onto the mattress and let her mind be consumed by her thoughts, falling asleep yet only for a short while after.

she later awoke at the sound of joshua digging through his drawers for a white tee, being able to catch a glimpse of his toned body before he slipped the shirt on.

he turned around to y/n, bending down to tuck her stray hairs behind her ear, pressing a kiss into her forehead. “goodnight.”

before he could fully walk away from the bed, y/n grabbed his arm. “stay.” she sleepily whined.

“you need your own space so you can heal, i dont want to accidentally hurt you or anything.”

“you could never hurt me. so just please stay.”

“y/n..”

“please? what happened to you can’t ever say no to me?”

he playfully scoffed before giving in and slipping into the sheets.

y/n dug her head into the crook of his neck, smiling at how he shivered whenever he felt her hot breath against him.

“goodnight shua.”

of course, when cheol found out he was absolutely pissed. y/n would wake up from hundred of missed calls from mingyu, begging for her to take him back after he realized what happened. cheol (and josh.. and, chan?) ended up giving mingyu a bit of, talking to. he learned his lesson didnt he?

it was now over a year, almost two, later. winter time now. joshua had taken y/n to the han river bridge at night. they walked along it together.

with mingyu out of the way, josh and y/n became inseparable (more so then they already were) and drew even closer to one another if that even was possible.

with time, y/n began to realize what it is she wanted. joshua hong. after all, they had always shared the same mind, same dream, all within the same night - ever since they were kids.

“can i tell you something?” she asked, looking down at the river below.

“go ahead.”

“i think, that i like you. and im not sure when or how but you were just always.. there. i don’t know why it took me so long to realize what was there waiting for me, right in front of me.”

silence.

“that’s too bad. because i don’t think i like you, i know i love you.”

“ew you’re so cringey!” she exclaimed, jokingly pushing his face away from hers.

just as joshua reached for y/ns hand, she pulled away. “but before you say anything else, i need to tell you something. i don’t think i want a relationship- or, no i do! just, im scared. i feel like i need a short while longer but i really do wanna be with you,” she paused, thinking of her next words.

“its not that i don’t trust you. im just scared of whatever that was happening again, or if mingyu comes back or something. just, give me a month?”

he smiled, and pulled her into a hug, letting y/n’s head rest on his chest.

“ive waited this long to be with you. what’s another few months?”

y/n felt her heart melt at such a simple yet meaningful statement. she wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“ive dreamed of being with you since we were kids. you dont know how much it hurt me when you started dating mingyu. and i knew your brother wouldnt dare to let his one and only little sister date his best friend.”

“well. none of that matters now, because it’s in the past. you have me now dont you? and don’t worry about cheol, he’d just want us to be happy. and if he doesnt then that’s just him being a big baby.”

joshua laughed in response, smiling as he held y/n tightly in his arms while they watched the city below, over the river.

she knew she was right giving a guy like joshua a chance.

i will never change.

promise me eternity,

if you feel the same way as i do

they had both dreamed the same dream for years, and now here they’d be, spending the same night together forever.

he knew in that moment she had been worth the wait.

joshua hong’s (almost) finally got to call the girl of his dreams, his, and he couldn’t be happier.

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Virgin!eddie x reader featuring Steve

A/N: this takes place in college and it’s gonna be an awkward read most likely because, well, he’s a virgin and that’s a given. Don’t tell me it’s cringe or I will bite you I know it is that’s the point

Warnings: cuckolding kinda, smut (sex), awkward/virgin Eddie

“She loves it. See?” Steve starts, his voice coming from behind you, speaking to the boy across the room and then to you, “Don’t ya love it, baby?”

“Yes, Stevie.” You lift your head up off the pillows your face was buried in to respond. You don’t know quite how, but you’ve ended up in a situation that goes something like this: your boyfriends best friend, who he shares a dorm room with, has some perverted tendencies and your boyfriend tends to enable them.

Eddie would watch you two fuck, Steve would show Eddie nude pictures of you that he took on his Polaroid camera, Eddie would masturbate at the thought of you, soon getting comfortable enough to start masturbating at the sight of you.

Right in front of you. You couldn’t deny that he’s big, never in a million years. But you never said it out loud, it was more of a secret thought to you because you knew you shouldn’t be thinking it. No matter what, Steve enjoyed this, he liked the strange power dynamic. He had something his friend didn’t and he loved to show you off.

Eddie was basically a virgin, chronically lonely and sexually frustrated, and Steve had the girl of his dreams- both of their dreams- wrapped around his finger to the point you do a lot of things you’ve never done before just because he asked you. Like this, for example, being bent over with your ass in the air, back arched, trying not to fall apart as Steve wrecks you.

Backshot after backshot, each thrust seems to increase in force. Your face hid itself in the bed, as it usually would, to keep you quiet and from being heard moaning. The other boy watches from his own bed, eyes wide with some kind of perverted sense of wonder.

“Holy shit, that feel good?” He asks curiously, not to either of you in particular.

“Mhmm,” “Hell yeah it does.” You and Steve respond at the same time.

This time Eddie wasn’t jerking off, which he’d done in your presence a couple of times before, instead just palming at himself through his sweatpants, just trying to ease the ache he got from watching you get fucked senseless.

He thought he could control himself, wait til later to get off. Wait til the two of you had gone later on to go get late night snacks or something and have the room to himself to moan your name while he did it. Maybe even with a pair of your panties he wanted to steal but never did from your overnight bag.

“Oh my god, Steve, please.” You cry, unsure what you’re begging for.

“I got you, baby, gonna cum for me?”

“Mmh- yes. Gonna cum.” You breathe out, and he slams into you a few more times til your muscles tighten and spasm and you’re moaning out desperately. He pushes your face back down into the pillow to muffle your cries as he fucks you through your orgasm and into his own, pumping every last bit of his seed deep inside you.

Suddenly, Eddie looks down to see he’s had a bit of an accident, wet spot visible on his grey pants where the tip of his cock sat throbbing. As you get dressed again, and Steve remains shirtless but puts back on the same blue jeans he was wearing, you both decide to check in on Eddie and when you look over at him, his cheeks are tinged red with something. Shame, embarrassment?

The two of you silently agreed to leave him alone, opting for putting the rest of your clothes on and running out for snacks from the nearest 7/11.

“You want anything, Eds? Going to the store across the road.” Steve offers while shrugging his jacket on and grabbing his wallet.

“Huh? Oh. No, I’m good. Thank you.”

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know… I know he watches but he’s never actually come close to me and… you know, touched me, and everything…”

“You’ll literally make his entire life. Best day ever for him, in the books, one hundred percent.”

Your eyes wander around the room while you think.

“He’s always been a really good friend to me, I feel like it’s my duty to get him laid. For Christ’s sake, he came in his pants yesterday. It’s almost pathetic.”

“That’s your fault, you created a monster. I’m not the one who said he could watch us have sex, that was all you.”

“And anyways, I know you’re at least a little bit curious. Don’t think I’ve never noticed the way you stare at him while I’m fucking you.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. Maybe a little. I mean, he is pretty cute..”

“Ah ah. Stop right there. Don’t go too far, gonna make me jealous.”

“You can’t handle me saying he’s cute but you want me to fuck him?” You question incredulously.

“It’s just a one-time thing. Once he gets this experience, he’ll be able to go find his own girlfriend. You’re mine.”

“Alright, you two, I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be right back.” Steve announces, smiling at you before grabbing some clothes and walking to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Eddie. You sit on the floor with him, on the carpeted surface you had lazily sat on for the past few hours while you studied and he wrote in his journal. Probably song lyrics, you think.

You sigh loudly, shutting the book in your lap and looking over at him.

“That’s about all the studying my brain can handle for tonight. What’re you working on?” You ask inquisitively.

“I dunno, it’s either a song or just a really shitty poem. It’s stupid.” He shrugs.

“Can I see?” You ask, and before he has the chance to answer you’re scooting over to where he is to sit beside him.

“Uh, yeah I guess. It’s a rough draft, okay, so don’t make fun of it.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder as you read the page of the notebook he was holding. It definitely read like a shitty poem, but he said it was a work in progress, to be fair.

“No, it’s good. I like it.” You tell him assuringly once you finished reading.

“Really?” He asks.

“Mhm. Really.” You say softly.

“I’ve got uh… I’ve got some more, if you want to see. Better ones, finished ones.” He clarifies.

“I’d love to.”

But before he could turn the page, the door to the room cracks open and you see a wet-haired Steve peeking through it carefully. When he sees you two on the floor, right beside each other reading the book, he pushes it open carelessly.

“Cmon, what are you guys doing, cuddling? I told you to make a move on him.” He says flatly, disappointedly.

“Steve.” You scold through gritted teeth, trying to warn him to shut up, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Do something.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie asks Steve, confused.

“She’s gonna let you fuck her. Isn’t that real nice of her?” He says in an almost condescending tone, which happened often when he was joking. He didn’t mean it, but Eddie starts to panic in confusion.

“I- uh.. I..” he starts to stutter.

“Drop the attitude. You’re scaring him.” You tell Steve, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s leg.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry. Did you kiss him yet?” Steve asks, coming to his bed to sit, looking down at you both on the carpet.

“No, I didn’t.” You say sheepishly.

“Do you want her to?” He glances over to him.

He’s still confused, but nods.

“Okay then. Go on.”

“Yeah?” You ask Eddie softly, searching his eyes for any kind of negative emotion before leaning in.

“Yeah.” He nods quickly again, and you turn to face him. You take his chin in your hand, stubble beneath your touch, and press your lips against his. You kiss sweetly for a minute, slow and gentle. Before you can deepen it any, he pulls away.

“No. Wait, seriously, I’m confused. What… is this?” He asks, looking at Steve and he chuckles.

“I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, big boy. Whether you take it or not, that’s up to you.” He offers. Eddie takes his glance away from Steve and back to you, and goes right back in but harder this time, your lips smashing together. You smile slightly into the kiss at his sudden force, the way he moved like he needed you in order to breathe.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it slightly which made him gasp. When his mouth parted, you took advantage of it and parted your lips too, tongue gliding over his bottom lip and gaining entrance. At this point, you understood. The feeling that you can’t breath, the pure need and built up lustful tension that you hadn’t realized was there.

“Go get to your bed, no girl is gonna be very happy with being fucked on the ground.” Steve advises, and you both get up and into Eddie’s bed where you lay down and he climbs on top of you.

“God, holy shit. When uh- what do we…” he rambles, pulling away from you again. Steve muses at the flustered state of his friend “Whenever you’re ready.” You respond, knowing he isn’t positive what he should do next.

“Shit, okay..” he sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs and somehow shimmying out of them. He isn’t phased that Steve is right there watching, it’s nothing that he hadn’t seen before. Steve has seen all of him, and Eddie’s seen all of Steve. It was a weirdly close friendship but you never questioned it. He freezes.

“Take ‘em off her” Steve instructs and Eddie moves to pull the shorts off your lower part but leaving your panties. You weren’t sure if he meant to do that or not, but either way he leans back over to hover above you, getting situated between your spread legs and kissing you again.

This was when you felt it, his cock which you think must be so hard it’s painful press right up against your heat through the thin lace material barrier. You let a moan slip out without meaning to, and his heart skips a beat (or several) at the sound. Yeah, he’s heard you moan, but you’ve never moaned from him. From something he did.

“Go down and feel her, if she’s pretty wet, she’s ready for it.” Steve says from the opposite side of the room on his bed. How the tables were turned. He wasn’t used to being in Eddie’s position, watching you fuck another guy when he desperately wishes it could be him. He reminds himself this isn’t about him, this is about Eddie, and more importantly that it was all his idea in the first place.

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to brush against the crotch of your panties, and you gasp when he finds your clit immediately and presses two fingers against it. He repeats this a few times until you’re basically dry jumping his fingers, grinding against them. You look up at him desperately hoping he’s gonna give you more soon. He gets a little preoccupied with just rubbing you through your panties, feeling the wet spot grow more and more soaked until Steve notices you whining.

“Go, you dumbass. She wants it. Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

He’s quickly snapped out of his trance and hooks his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side. He groans loudly when his tip makes contact with the warm, wet entrance to your cunt practically pulsing around nothing.

Your shirt was still on, so you pushed it up for him past your chest so he could see your tits. You take them in your hands, tweaking your nipples while you waited for him to start pressing in. He does, slowly, but you nod to tell him it’s okay so he goes quicker. Once he’s sunken about halfway inside of you, his breath is caught in his chest and a long string of curses fell from his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans at the tight feeling enveloping him.

“Yeah, there you go.” Steve smiles.

You look up at Eddie with your face twisted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and he slides in the rest of the way.

“Ah- oh my god,” you moan, trying to be quiet but failing when his top hits that spot so deep inside you could feel it in your stomach.

“Holy shit, holy shit.” He tries to get himself together but finds that’s a lot harder than it sounds. The way you squeezed around him, the way you were dripping down onto his bedsheets, the pretty little noises you were making beneath him.

He pulls all the way out only to enter again, repeating this while picking up the speed gradually.

“Mmmh,” you whine, “you’re so good, doing so good, eds.” You try to reassure him with your shaky voice.

“Fuck, will you say my name again?”

“Yes, Eddie, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Fucking hell. God, I can’t-“ his movements become sloppy and falter.

“It’s okay.” You assure him, knowing he wasn’t gonna last that long ahead of time. With a couple more thrusts, he spills, filling you up while cursing out loud.

“Dude, did you cum in her?” Steve sits up in bed, alarmed. Not scared, so much as just a little jealousy burning inside. That seems too personal, too intimate. He wanted to be the only one who ever did that to you.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry.” He starts to apologize to both of you, panicking.

“That’s alright, I’m on birth control, it’s okay Eds.” You assure him.

“Shit, okay. Shit. Holy shit.”

“That feel good?” Steve asks the flustered and exhausted boy.

“Hell yeah it did.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 7 months

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.⋆｡Through The Bad And The Good｡⋆.

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where Dickie and Dove break up and then get back together.

Warnings: break-up, some angst, fluff, mentions of abandonment issues, a little sadness, implied smut, getting back together

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There was something so inherently sad about a lone coffee mug in a cabinet. Was the absence of any more because the others broke or were they taken away? Or was this all there was?

The faded character of a fat orange cat professed that he 'h-ted mo-days', the ink slipping from the porcelain with each use. You stared at the mug blankly, just as you had all the rest of your belongings. It was all lopsided and wrong, each piece missing parts of themselves.

You sighed and looked away as you slumped down onto the counter, resting your cheek against the cool surface. Normally by now you would be cooking up a storm, preparing to feed an army of two but now you weren't doing anything.

“At least my grocery bill will be a hell of a lot cheaper.” You laughed to yourself, but really, you felt like crying.

The apartment was quiet, painfully so, and all you could think about was that stupid fucking mug.

You supposed that the breakup was inevitable, you had your shit and he had his and it was obvious that the relationship wasn't going anywhere. There was no screaming or breaking each other's things. There wasn't 'the other woman' or some wildly inappropriate friendship. It was a quiet discussion that ended with him looking at you solemnly from your front door before he shut it as he walked away.

Even if you both promised to remain friendly, he had not even texted you and your chest still burned with the pain of an awful breakup, the feeling that you've lost such a big person in your life forever.

“I don't think this is working.” You had been the one to break the tense silence of the bedroom. After yet another sleepless night where you both lay on the bed, backs facing each other, you were done.

His shoulders sagged. “I think so too.” He took your hand in his own and suddenly, it all felt like a good-bye. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you fell into his awaiting arms, his own sobs muffled against your hair.

Your eyes flicked back to the mug. “Fuck.” You got up and slammed the cabinet door shut. “Fuck him. Fuck this. I'm better off alone!”

You knew you were lying.

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Every trace of him had been scrubbed from your apartment by your friends who seemed all-too pleased that you had 'kicked him to the curb'. They never really hated Dick, you supposed they just wanted to support you.

But now, you kind of wish you had indulged them a bit more, letting them burn the small box of things that they had found after he moved out because now, you were spiralling.

The polaroid you took on your first date (he was so breathtakingly handsome, you couldn't believe that he asked you out), his favourite cereal spoon (it had a superman logo embossed on the bottom), and the Gotham City sweater you bought for him that still mysteriously smelt of him, even a month after he wore it last.

You slipped the soft material over your head before you could rationally think about it and suddenly that vice around your heart loosened just a fraction and you could breathe again.

Breaking up was the right thing to do.

Your life goals didn't line up.

He had responsibilities outside of you that were more important.

You never saw each other.

He never did the dishes and always left his underwear on the floor.

Women and men constantly flirted with him.

He was a trust-fund baby and a cop.

He was a vigilante with severe abandonment issues.

But god, he was so perfectly imperfect. He spoiled you rotten and worshipped the ground you walked on. He was honest and patient and kind. You blended so well into each other's friend groups. The chemistry was out of this world and he was by far the best lay you ever had. His family loved you. He had to have been sculpted by the gods with his chiselled body and boyish smile. He knew how to get you out of your shell while respecting your boundaries. He was strong. He was intelligent. He had manners. He was tall. He was passionate and giving. You could read each other so well it was almost frightening. He valued you.

You loved him, he loved you. And that's all that really mattered wasn't it.

Dick Grayson was your soulmate and you let him leave.

Your feet carried you out of your bedroom mindlessly. You slipped on your shoes and glanced over your shoulder towards the kitchen, where your lone coffee mug sat on the counter. Garfield's half-smile seemed to mock you.

You snatched it up. “I'm getting him back.” You insisted as you lay your hand on the doorknob. “I have to get him back.”

The door swung open.

And there he was, fist raised as if he were about to knock, a bouquet of flowers in his other hand. Time paused for a moment as you both took each other in.

His eyes were red and there were dark bags beneath them, he was just a little paler, a little more forlorn but he was still your Dick. He smiled then and everything else faded away.

“That's my favourite mug.”

“Those are my favourite flowers.” You retorted, making him chuckle. “Wanna come in?”

He looked hesitant for a moment. “I had a whole romantic gesture planned. I wanted to woo you.” He said in a tone very similar to a whine.

You smirked as you grabbed his collar, dropping the mug in the process, and yanked him into the apartment. Dick followed enthusiastically, his hands flying to your wide hips as he ducked down to brush his nose against yours.

“Woo me later, I need you now.”

“Yes ma'am.” As he carried you to the bedroom, the both of you too wrapped up in each other to even care about the shattered porcelain and crushed flowers on the floor, you knew that you had each other through the bad and the good.

And there was so much good coming your way.

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they-call-me-emmy · 4 months

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Memories - Tara Carpenter

I'm using da lyrics from 'Memories' by my angelic sweet angel face Conan Gray. I worship him. Thank you.

i dont even know how to classifiy this or whatever but lie eyhahh

yey.

It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures

The Polaroids on your bed sheet. The small, scribbled dates in blue sharpie on the back. The way you genuinely looked happy in the photo. The way your own face looked back at you. The way her face looked back at you. It's been months. Get over it. That's what your friends tell you. What your family tells you. What you tell yourself.

Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and causing the lights to disable it completely. You needed to put these pictures down. Throw them away, lock them up, anything. Anything to make you stop looking. The sad, sarcastic laugh escapes your throat and you feel weird the moment it comes out.

You jump as the doorbell rings. You don't know who it could be. Its raining outside, you can hardly see the streetlamps. Your wearing the same baggy, stained shirt you'd been wearing for the previous week and a half. It might have been hers, you honestly can't remember.

You stumble to the door, opening it and feeling your eyes widen.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog

"Tara." You say, a slight twinge of coldness to your tone, although you were too shocked and hurt to muster up enough to shoot at her.

"Y/n." She said softly, the same tone as yours but the coldness replaced with what normally you would label as guilt. But Tara doesn't feel guilty....does she?

"Can I..." You clear your throat, willing yourself not to shout or cry or blame her for everything. It takes a lot of strength to not shut the door in her face, but you've always had a soft spot for her. "Can I help you?"

"I just...I just want to talk." She stares at her feet.

"Oh."

"Okay."

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

You can't have this girl ruining everything. Barging back in, to 'talk'. But you knew. You knew how much you wanted her back. But you're working for it. Working on getting over it. You're trying, you really are, but fuck. It might not be working. She's making this harder by coming here, bugging you. If she'd let you be, you'd forget about her, at some point.

Right?

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized

You wanted to forget. Have it all gone. Burn those fucking photos. But she's here, and she's real, and she's talking about how sorry she is, how her life is a mess and she needs a place to stay. And you can't do it now, you couldn't do it before and certainly not when she's crying in your living room. But you needed to get over her. You were scared.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say

She's been drinking. The daze in her eyes and her wobbly movements and speech would show that to anyone. She's crying, telling you she left you for your own sake, that she didn't mean it and she was just having a hard time with life.

But now you were having a hard time. Because of her. And here she was, drunkenly crying to you. And here you were, letting her back in, for what? What're you getting out of this?

But you just can't turn her away.

"I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories

"Tara, it's not right. You should leave. You're in my past. Go."

"G-God, please Y/n...d-don't k-kick me out-t." She sniffled, and her big brown eyes filled with more tears and suddenly you felt guilty, like kicking a bird from it's nest. But this wasn't her place. She didn't live here, you weren't with her. She had no right to stay.

But for some crazy reason you'd definitely regret in a day, you let her stay.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again

"Can I stay over?" She asked you softly, her eyes wide and you couldn't say no.

Why can't you ever say no?

You knew that you'd never leave her behind if she kept coming back, forcing her way back into your heart. You knew you'd never get over her when she's laying on you couch like she used to, eyes closed and a sweet, innocent aura surrounding her sleeping figure.

I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

You weren't ever going to go back to the way it was. She needs to stop trying. There's nothing in your favor. In your relationships favor. There's nothing that makes you two an important couple. You were just two people. You couldn't be with her anymore. That ship had sailed, and relationships never last through the second round.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

You couldn't be her friend, it's too much to bear. The knowledge that you'd been with her, felt her, held her and loved her was too much. And she knew that. You couldn't be her girlfriend again. That hadn't worked out the first round, why would you suffer to try to survive the second? But she can't feel a connection, no, because then, she'd be stuck pity filled and guilty, and she too, just like you, would never move on and never find love. But it can't be with you, and it will never be because god fucking dammit that didn't work out and you ruined your chance. She ruined your chance.

She ruined this for you, and there was no going back. There was no fixing what had been broken.

And for that, she deeply regretted.

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jseobsky · 1 year

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That spot will be mine.

Pairing ! bf!Seeun x gn!Reader Synopsis ! Seeun was tired of you having photocards of every idol but him on your phone, now that he was debuting he made it his mission to get you his own photocard. However, when you finally open the album, you don't pull him. Genre ! So fluff I can't, romance Warnings ! swearing, kissing, not proof-read, my humour- Wc ! 1.3k a/n ! Totally not based bcs today I finally bought the album and got Junmin while I was manifesting Seeun- HOWEVER JUNMIN LOOKED SAUR CUTE ON THE PHOTOCARD I CAN'T

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After knowing my boyfriend was finally going to debut I had one thing in mind and one thing only: Collect his group’s photocards. Until now, I haven’t really collected any photocards even while having around 20 albums myself. I just kinda kept them in their album boxes and the usual one photocard that I kept in the back of my phone case. Seeun wasn’t thrilled about this, he took my photocard choices very seriously, telling me I should keep them in a safer manner or that I could not by any means in the entire world take my Enhypen’s Niki photocard everywhere I went.

While he was still a trainee it seemed like he also had one goal in mind: Gain my phone case photocard spot. He tried to gift me Polaroids that he took and make me save them on my phone case. At first, I did have them on my phone, but after seeing an idea on Pinterest I couldn’t help myself; All the Polaroids went on the now giant pictures wall. He then started to hate Pinterest. Sure he said all those things jokingly, he knew how much I loved kpop and how much that wall of pictures meant to me. He loved seeing me happy, but he did hate when I got his first album.

Seeun kept telling me how I could not, by any means, buy his album. Talking about how he was going to gift it to me. “You’re going to curse it.” He said. “You always cry about how you never get your biases unless I’m the one who gifted you the album. I’m not taking any chances.” It was hell waiting for it. I had been waiting for years until his debut, and now I had to wait even more until I could get the physical album? Unbelievable. Seeing all those unboxing videos, and all these people having more than one photocard inclusion while I, who wasn’t able to even pre-order because of Seeun, will only have one. I learned to get over it quickly, patience is a virtue… Fuck that. I don’t wanna wait anymore. It’s been years, decades, maybe even centuries since the album came out. I want that album. I need that album.

What’s worse is that I didn’t realize with Seeun’s debut that he’ll be even busier. Maybe what I actually needed was Seeun, not his album.

I’m lying around my living room. A kdrama playing on the tv, and the window is open while I feel really cold. Look, someone is lazy, okay? And the kdrama is so interesting as well… An open box of snacks next to me that I slowly reach out to, not taking my eyes off the tv. The scene was so intense that it was able to make me ignore the little click of the door until I hear someone shouting. “IT’S HERE!” I slowly turn my head around with my eyes wide open. Who the fuck? A wild Seeun appears. Like literally, ignore the bad pokemon reference, Seeun comes in running with a bag in his right hand and his phone in his left hand, which he’s waving. He has the biggest grin on his face while looking at me. I smiled too. Pausing the show while standing up, running towards Seeun going for a hug. Which I never received. Seeun moved to the window and closed it. “It’s really cold outside, you shouldn’t have your window opened, it’s literally about to rain.” He said. I tilt my head and shrug my shoulders while still smiling. “Meh that’s not important, come here” I ran towards him again, only for him to move to the couch, moving some items to the floor before placing a pizza-shaped box on the table. I glare at him. “Look I got it!! Aren’t you excited?!” Seeun says with, again, a really big smile. I try to contain a smile and jokingly I roll my eyes, turn around, and act petty. “I would be more excited if my boyfriend, who I haven’t seen since February, would hug me.” I try to look at him for a bit, and seeing that he now has a smirk on his face I turn my head around again. “Oh really?” He said teasingly. I turn around with a blank face. “No.” We stay looking at each other for some seconds before I start smiling again. I run to the side of the sofa he is sitting on and I jump on top of him. “I’ve missed you so much,” I say while hugging him tightly. He moves my head from being buried in his neck to being in front of him. His expression mirrors mines, a big, BIG smile, and eyes with adoration filled in them. He squishes my face. “I missed you too, so much” Seeun turns his face to look at the box on the table behind me. He sits me on his lap as he sits up, leans forward with a hand on my back to not make me fall, and grabs the box off the table.

“I got you this,” He says, “hope you like it” I shake my hands and grab the box out of his hands. “I’m just saying, with my luck you’ll get my photocard so enjoy. I did one on this version with that pose you showed me. I’m manifesting specifically that one for you.” Seeun looks at me proudly. I nod fast and start to rip off the plastic that wraps the album. Seeun laughs softly at my poor attempt to rip the plastic off. “Look,” I start saying, “these things are made by the devil himself, don’t laugh at my poor persona because I can’t open the album” I stop my attempt while glaring at him. “Also, I’ve seen you trying to open albums before, and you aren’t a god at opening albums yourself” Finally being able to open the album I grab the most important part of the album. The cd. I’m joking, I grab the inclusions knowing that the part that Seeun mostly wanted to see. I rip one side of the envelope the inclusions were in and slowly turn my head to look at my boyfriend. Fuck, he has his face way too close. Seeun got closer in anticipation of the grand reveal. He nods encouraging.

I pull out the postcard first, and I smile. “Look I got the baby!” I laugh, Seeun smiles a bit too. “Could’ve been better but I guess a Yechan postcard isn’t the worse,” He says, “now the most important thing, please” I nod. Seeun gets even closer and places his head on my shoulder. I pull the single photo card, which is turned around. I start talking. “You know, just remember it’s okay if I don’t pull your photocard because at the end of the day I-” “Just look at it” Seeun whines. I turn the photocard around.

I feel Seeun drop his whole weight into the sofa’s back, letting out a sigh. Here we go. “I just don’t get it. Why Minjae, why him? Like. If it was… Okay no. I wouldn’t have been happy with anyone. But still!! Why him??” Seeun fake cried. “I mean,” I start talking. “You’re right, you do always pull my biases” Seeun stopped his actions and looked at me with a dead face. He then went to push me off. “Okay no, no, no, wait, no, I’m sorry, I’m joking! You’re my only one!” I laugh, and he stops trying to push me off and goes back to pouting. I lay fully on top of him. I start kissing his face. “I. Promise. You. Are. My. Bias.” He smiles. “Also, I bought an album the other day and I pulled you” I showed him the back of my phone, where a big smiling Seeun was looking back at him. He dropped his mouth and looked at me. “I couldn’t contain myself I’m sorry-” Seeun kissed me.

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juceynightmare · 10 months

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dating 101 (18+) part 26 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, alcohol usage, *smash bros challenger approaching scene*

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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he had been there once before - the day that y/n moved into her dorm. in the time from move-in to now, austin could tell that the residents of the dorm building had truly made the place their new home. the lounges were bustling, full with post-it art on the windows and some even had a few friend groups mingling in there. he glanced at each whiteboard that was on each dorm door that he passed, even stopping to fill out a few polls that people had left on their boards. for a second, it made him wish he had gone to school instead of going straight to working after high school.

he thought over a poll that was on one of the whiteboards - one that was on cody and ted’s whiteboard. he only knew it was their room because of the nametags and multiple polaroids of the two men with y/n that was taped up on their door. he quickly counted the current count: 8 for ass, 12 for titties. truly a shocking turnout for austin - he assumed more people were ass guys nowadays. he giggled to himself as he wrote down a third option “personality” under the poll and added a tally mark… to the ass tallies.

he set the dry erase marker back in its spot just as the door opened, and austin was met face to face with a blonde man who looked like he was having the worse day possible. he feels bad for scaring the man, watching the way he jumped slightly at the sight of austin standing by his door. he figures this one is cody.

austin nodded in greeting, watching cody do the same before he turned on his heel and walked across the hall to y/n’s room, clutching the plastic bag in his hand. he could feel cody’s gaze on him, and he figured it was because he was wondering who he was and why he went straight across to y/n’s room. austin knocked on the door, feeling a shiver unpleasantly creep down his spine at cody’s stare.

y/n opened the door, and austin’s eyes widened at her tear-stained face. he shook off cody’s stare, taking a step in as soon as y/n stepped off to the side to let him in. “how long have you been crying?” he asked, quickly shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot as he leaned down to set the plastic bag down on the floor besides their feet. he shrugged off his backpack in the process, letting it drop to the floor with a thud.

he wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame, pulling her against him as he walked her over to the bed so he could sit her down. y/n wished she could cry - but she had already cried all the tears she had. she let austin sit her down on the bed, feeling his hands come to rest on her shoulders so that she wouldn’t be able to just lean forward and shy away from his gaze. “i don’t know. i don’t have any more tears now.” she mumbled.

austin let go of her shoulders and let her fall forward until her face was pressed against his lower stomach. he sighed softly, adjusting himself so that he was standing between her legs. austin wrapped his arms around her, keeping her pressed against him as he felt her arms wrap around his midsection.

“my little baby.” he cooed gently, gently patting down her hair as he stared down at the top of her head. austin rested his hand against the back of her neck, guiding her to pull her face away from his stomach so that she could look up at him. “i spent so many years loving you gently and making sure not a single tear would ever fall from these eyes.” he whispered, letting go of her neck so that he could cup her face in his hand. “now look at you, dove, crying over two silly little boys.”

“it’s my fault.” she replied, ignoring the way austin hushed her. “i should just have never gotten involved with anyone. cody and roman aren’t going to be friends now and it’s all because i couldn’t just go on dates with roman and not fuck cody. and if i wasn’t so one-dimensional, then maybe i’d realize that cody might end up catching feelings because he’s only human and-“

austin got her to quiet down by placing his hand over her mouth. he bent down until he was eye level with y/n, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “you’re only human, too. you’re allowed to make mistakes. you’re allowed to not be able to read another person or a situation properly. it’s not like you went into this with the goal to hurt them. you’re just a girl who is finally free from her dad’s stupid overprotective self who’s finally getting to explore herself and the outside world.” he reminded her, pulling his hand away from her mouth and resting both of his hands on her hips. austin watched as she thought over his words, eventually nodding her head in silence.

“it feels wrong, though. that everything about me is wrong. i feel like i’m so far behind everyone else. i just recently had my first kiss. i just recently lost my virginity. i still have never been in a relationship. meanwhile, everyone else is way ahead of me and it feels like i should just know exactly what i want by now but i don’t and people are getting caught in my crosshair.” she huffed out in frustration, her gaze boring into austin’s eyes. “all my friends are growing up faster than i am, and i can’t help but feel like my immaturity is hurting people because i don’t know what i’m doing”

“just because you haven’t experienced all those things up until now doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong about you, y/n.” austin mumbled, leaning forward until their foreheads were pressed together. he shut his eyes and sighed, “everyone gets hurt, dove. it’s just how life is - not because of whether or not you’re ‘grown up’ enough. you find someone, you try it out, and it either works or it doesn’t. and it doesn’t always mean officially being boyfriend-girlfriend whatever, sometimes you find someone and you’re the closest thing to dating but then it’s ripped apart.” he paused, pulling his forehead away from hers while keeping his eyes shut. it was as if austin had already known exactly how far he’d have to pull back and tilt his head up to press a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “you know that much already. it’s happened to us, hasn’t it?”

in another universe, y/n knows that the man in front of her would be her first everything. there was once a time when the two were just middle schoolers with silly little crushes on each other. everyone around them knew, especially their closest friends, but they’d never confess to each other. instead, they’d try and get the other to make the first move and confess through means of: secretly holding hands under the lunch table, austin letting y/n wear his hoodies whenever she was cold, and y/n cheering for austin at every basketball game with a large sign that she’d spend far too long making.

but this universe is cruel, and when y/n’s dad let her know that he began seeing someone else and that she had a son that was her age, y/n was ecstatic. until that faithful day that her dad invited his new girlfriend to dinner at their house and was told that her son would be joining them only to learn that her dad’s new girlfriend’s son was austin.

the two never spoke about it back then, but they knew that their crushes on each other weren’t enough for them to sabotage their parents’ relationship. from this, an odd dynamic was born between them: with austin growing ever so cocky as puberty began and y/n retracting far back into her shell. austin was the only one in their friend group to go to a different high school, simply because his mom wanted him to go to a charter school instead.

but y/n would still be the loudest person cheering for him in the bleachers. he’d still send her off to school with one of his hoodies to make sure she stayed warm. and they‘d play video games in austin’s room with their legs laid across one another. with the over-looming fact that they’d become step-siblings officially one day, austin had even taken it upon himself to joke about sleeping with y/n like those step-sibling porn videos.

but y/n wouldn’t tell him to stop and austin would only continue because he enjoyed making her flustered. but he also knew that if y/n had ever wanted to say “fuck it” and give them a shot, austin wouldn’t wait any longer.

it’d continue on until now, and although their feelings had faded away when austin began dating other girls and y/n started finding others attractive- they both knew that there’d always be something like love that’d be lying under the surface of their interactions. they didn’t need to tell each other because they already felt it long ago.

austin opened his eyes and pulled away from her completely, hearing the way her breath had hitched in her throat. “let’s drink. you’ve had a rough day.” he said, turning around and picking up the plastic bag he had dropped to the floor. he took out both bottles of hennessey and jack daniels, walking over to her desk so he could set it down. “got cups?” he asked her.

y/n pushed herself off the bed, thinking over austin’s words as she walked over to her fridge. she took out two plastic shot cups she had from the stack that sat in her basket, walking over to austin and setting the cups down on the desk.

“i feel like people are judging me because i’m a shit person for continuing on with my dance without realizing that i wouldn’t be able to not hurt one or the other.” she mumbled, feeling austin’s arm wrap around her waist so that he could pull her to his side after he had opened up the hennessey bottle.

“fuck what others think.” he hummed, pouring out the drink into the two shot cups while he rubbed circles into her side with his thumb. “they’re just as shit of a person as the next guy. no one’s perfect and as far as i’m concerned, they shouldn’t be judging you just because you’re not as experienced and you’re going into this whole thing blindly. i know you’re not the type of girl who romanticized everything and watched chick flicks so you’re actually learning from the very bottom. well, i guess besides the awkward flirting we did in middle school that sorta faded away into this whole step-sibling porn thing we got going on now.” austin pointed out, setting the bottle down and holding out a shot cup for her to take. once she grabbed it, austin grabbed his own and clanged their cups together.

“cheers.” y/n and austin mumbled before they both tossed their head backs and downed the shots.

they set down the cups fast on the table, y/n grimacing at the taste. “no chasers, baby. we’re big strong men in this household.” austin mumbled, watching in amusement as y/n’s face contorted.

“god, you’re fucking horrible. i don’t know how you expect me to take that without a chaser.” she coughed, leaning against austin as she felt his body shake with his laugh.

he pressed another kiss to the top of her head, turning so he could face her and properly pull her in for a hug. he smiled as he felt her wrap his arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest while he rested his chin atop her head. “alright, no more deep talk stuff, okay? let me get this straight to you. you started a fight between two friends who are certainly not going to be friends anymore because you lead the both of them on.“ he could feel her pull her head back to talk back at him, but he raised a hand to press against the back of her head and keep her face pressed against his chest. “but you’re only human. you make mistakes and that’s okay, you just have to learn from them. but tonight, let’s make a few more mistakes and get so drunk that you’ll have to skip classes.” he continued softly.

he didn’t get an immediate reply and austin knew that the girl was thinking over his words. he smoothed out her hair as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other to gently sway her.

“okay.” she mumbled against his chest, pushing back against his hand so that she could look up at him. “i missed you, austin.” she whispered softly, watching as a small smile crept up on austin’s face.

“i know.” he replied, unwrapping his arms from around her so that he could reach for their shot cups again. he handed y/n her cup before grabbing the open bottle, pouring another shot into both of their cups. “i missed you too, baby. now, let’s drink, turn on your laptop, and sing the entirety of the let it shine soundtrack.” he responded, watching the way y/n’s mood visibly lifted as they clanged their cups together before tossing their heads back and feeling the alcohol burn down their throats.

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munsonsskinnyjeans · 1 year

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fem x billy hargrove

y/n walked through the door her short cheer skirt bouncing back and forth as she stepped into the living room of the mayfield-hargrove household it was just Billy though since max was with a few friends and both parents were working.

She dropped down her gym bag making her way into the kitchen but felt Billy tug her arm back forcefully making her almost tumble but to her surprise her caught her pulling her into his lap.

She hadn't known that he had been watching the practice well only some of it just so ne could get the chance to be a perv and spy on his girlfriend wearing those tight ass spandex shorts.

But after seeing her give gaga eyes to the head captain of the basketball team when she fell off the tower sloppily and be caught her he left,

his blood boiling and he was angered at the sight so angered that he pulled out the wooden box from underneath his bed resting it onto the coffee table.

She knew what was exactly in the box it was Polaroid pictures of her sucking him off or being fucked in different places in his house she kept the key around her neck in a silver necklace she wore.

Not only that but a pair of silver metal cuffs rested inside of the box.

Without a warning Billy slipped his hand over his throat watching y/n gasp slightly before he loosened his grip but it was still forceful on her.

"you think parading around in this short little skirt is gonna save you hmm slut you think being an god damn whore is gonna save you is that it!?"

"W-what B-Billy n-no!" She tugged down here skirt trying to make it cover her ass a little more.

"I saw you today slut I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I didn't teach you this fucking way"

His hand roughly let go of her neck slightly tossing her head to the side pulling it back by clasping her cheeks with one of his hands

she felt the metal of his ring dig into the soft flesh that was burning with heat, "I d-didn't" she replied softly looking down at her hands.

"I outta teach you a lesson slut" he hissed harshly at her. His hand let go of her face so it could yank back her hair causing her to let out a loud yelp.

"Billy please" she whined only feeling him clench harder all the up to the root of her hair squeezing only making her start to whine even louder from the stingy pain on her scalp.

"Over my fucking knee now" she froze in place looking down at his hand patting his knee.

"Did I fucking stutter ON MY KNEE NOW!"

He was aggressive with her, although she was pretty much used to the yelling, Him yelling commands at her only when she was bad though or if she wasn't listening to him.

Y/n bent over in his lap her chest dangling slightly along with her head, he tore off her cheer uniform making her in her bare underwear.

His hand snagged at the waist band snapping it back at her skin making her jump softly letting out a soft mewl at Billy.

"Billy please" she pleaded at him feeling his hand yank her hair slightly forcing her to look up at him

"Don't tell me what to fucking do"

His hand came down on her ass so harshly that she threw her head back down letting out a weak sob, he continued so slam his hand down on each of her ass cheeks over and over, until his own hand felt numb.

Her ass was stinging and tingling at the same time while the skin on it had turned into a crimson red color.

Her body jerked each time feeling his hand come down on her ass, almost like a spooked cat her back would arch slightly at the sensation.

She was taking her punishment almost so well if it weren't for the fact she was pleading at him and shaking so much.

He liked the begging though, the pleading for him to go easy on her, the sound of her crying into her hands while he spanked her over and over was music to his ears.

It was even better than listening to the radio this was like heaven to his hears, her cries being sung to him like fallen angels.

"Stop please billy please!" She whimpered at him just as his hand came down onto her ass for the last and final time

she was still clenching her eyes waiting impatiently for the next strike hoping it wouldn't be as rough.

Billy yanked her up to sit in his lap hearing her hiss while the fabric of her denim skimmed her bare ass.

"Billy" she sobbed into the crook of his neck but he snatched her away cupping her cheeks with one of his hands, his ring digging coldly into her skin.

"admit it!" Billy screeched in her face watching a tear roll down her face softly, she started to weep so much Billy felt the tears on his hand.

"I d-didn't do it! Billy I didn't do it please!" She was begging at him, crying at him to listen to her,

she knew she could've used her safe word but she didn't want to use it because y/n had truly liked the punishments and she knew Billy got off on her pathetic tears, her raspy sobs and the hand prints he would leave on her ass afterwords.

His hand brought up to slap her across the face something he hadn't done before,

she didn't complain about his action yet instead she simply let out a loud sob at the pain.

"I'm sorry! Im so fucking sorry please Billy stop!" Billys eyes looked over at her face that was stained with a cherry red color

"Jason j-just c-caught me after I fell i swear I'm telling the truth Billy I swear"

"That didn't give you and him the right to eye fuck each other hmm y/n do you think you should've eye fucked him like that?!"

Y/n shook her head no but Billy wasn't satisfied he wanted to hear her voice crack at the pressure he was putting her under maybe even scare her a little bit more.

"DO YOU!?" He yelled so loud that his voice echoed throughout the silent house, the tv was muted and the radio usually blasting loud rock music from his room was silent.

"no! I didn't mean to I'm sorry!" She exclaimed back at him her voice croaked so loudly she could feel her throat vibrate a little, from the strain of her crying it started to ache and began to form a soreness.

"knees now" he demanded at her watching her scatter to on her knees in-front of the boy her face practically pressed up against the white tank top he was wearing,

her eyes were puffy from the tears and her mascara dripping down her face, she rested her hands by her side waiting for his next demand

instead of saying anything else Billy backed up slightly so he could unbuckle his belt dropping down his jeans down to his ankles along with his boxers slowly stroking his now hard cock with his hands.

pre cum laced the tip to which he placed the tip over her lips coating them in his juices watching y/n let out a whimper her hands forming into balls.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty mouth of yours I don't wanna hear any complaints you hear me slut?" He hissed at her pulling open her mouth watching y/n nod at him holding onto the side of his thighs.

he slipped his length inside her mouth, pushing his hard cock all the way down her throat feeling the vibration of her gagging against his member.

Billy was fucking her mouth so hard y/n felt the tears start to stream down her face, sweat now lacing on the boy's forehead while his eyes stared into hers smiling at the glossiness formed in them.

Y/n let out a soft mewl against his achy cock that was still fucking her pathetic throat so roughly and yet so perfectly at the same exact time.

Billy let out a soft whine at the sensation of her spit lacing his sweet cock that would surely be dripping with his own cum and her salvia when he pulled out of her mouth.

She pretended not to hear the whine he gave but she knew he was close with the way his cock was shaking so much inside of her mouth.

She could barely take the feeling of him fucking her mouth so harshly she was letting herself go now finally and starting to whine and whimper with his cock filling up her mouth,

Billy shushed her telling her he was about to "fill her slutty mouth" and to which he kept to his words. The white ribbons of his cum shot out into her mouth and down to her throbbing throat.

Billy's hands dug into her bare shoulder blades and she could feel the metal of his ring digging into the soft flesh, it was cold on her skin, freezing almost.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth watching y/n swallow his seed immediately and with a smile he yanked her hair back up watching a soft tear roll down her cheek still soaked from the mixture of tears and her mascara.

She panted gasping for air feeling billy drop her hair from his hand "do you think you should be fucked today y/n?" He whispered to her his voice now seemed gentle but yet firm with the girl.

"p-please billy please" she whimpered at him, her body was aching now especially her scalp and her knees and her ass felt like they were burning.

Billy dragged y/n by her hair into his bedroom, she noticed he had moved the mirror once again so now it was on the front of his bed instead of behind.

It was neatly placed against the wall by his weights Billy practically threw y/n on the cushion of his mattress watching her lay back.

"beg" he grumbled at her folding his arms.

"please billy fuck me I did my punishment already!" She argued but he wasn't satisfied with her response so he struck her across the face again leaving an even harsher sting.

"BEG" he annunciated the 'G' at her she watched it roll of his tongue before his hand went down to stroke the side of his cock.

"come on y/n do you think a slut like you deserves my cock hmm?"

"F-fuck please fuck me Billy please! I need it so bad so fucking bad please" she was sobbing now on her knees and her hands clasped together while she was practically praying to him.

without warning he yanked her up once more pressing her against the mirror, her nipples became hard feeling the glass pushing into her.

She tried lifting her cheek smushed against it but Billy's hand reached out harshly pushing it back making her let out a yelp.

"quit fucking moving" he hissed in her ear his hands made its way to her breasts so that he could pull her off of the mirror, she stood in-front of him while his hands squeezed at her breasts harshly and surely to leave a nasty mark for the next day.

He flicked at one of her nipples before staring to speak to her his tone firm and yet calm at the same time maybe to get her to listen or maybe because his throat started to hurt from the yelling,

"look at you do you think Jason would ever get to see you like this?" Billy asked her watching y/n shake her head no causing him to pinch her nipples again making her jump from the sensitivity.

"Words slut gimme fuckin words" Billy's fingers clenched down onto her nipples forcing herself to look into the mirror while he played with them.

"n-no sir" she gulped harshly feeling the tension release from her nipples and hearing Billy clear his throat with a raspy huff before speaking.

"Do you think you'd ever let Jason fuck this pretty mouth of yours?"

"n-no never s-sir" she whimpered feeling him start to massage her breasts making her even wetter than before, she was so wet she felt like her cunt was going to make a pool on Billy's bedroom floor.

"who fucks this pretty throat of yours? answer me that slut and maybe just maybe I'll let you have some of my cock" he grumbled in her ear.

he let go of her breasts harshly making his way down to her ass squeezing it lightly knowing that she was still tender there from the punishment he had given her earlier.

"only you fuck my throat sir" she mumbled back to him feeling his cold ring nip at the burning flesh on her ass making her let out a soft cry and jumping.

He smirked softly noticing how sensitive her ass was thinking it would be useful for when he fucked her brains out later.

"you want me to fuck you baby? Fill ya up real good with my cock and maybe if your lucky I'll cum in ya give you some of my seed I bet you'd like that baby"

Billy chuckled feeling the tip of his cock teasing her dripping entrance to her cunt that was clenching around nothing because she was so needy for him.

He stepped away from her to strip of his tank top,

"I want you on the bed ass up face down you hear me slut" he snapped at her watching y/n follow his instructions groggily moving to the bed because of how sore she was already.

Billy rolled his eyes at how slow she was walking but yet smiled when he looked down to the hand prints beautifully printed onto her sweet ass.

He approached her getting on his knees and lining up with her entrance, she could feel him start to tease her making her grip the bedsheets beneath her trying not to defy his orders.

"Such a fuck beaut of a pussy don't you think it's pathetic how Jason wishes he could see you like this now isn't it baby it's definitely not as pathetic as you are for my cock right now"

Y/n wiggled her ass slightly pushing it towards him lifting her head up to which Billy pushed back down into the gentle cushion of his mattress.

she took in the scent of the cologne and cotton laced onto his bedsheets also the faint smell of cigarettes lingered there to.

" Could you just be fuckin patient" he mumbled at her pushing his full length inside of her so shockingly that it made her let out a loud sob feeling his cock fill her to the very brim with his large length.

Her cunt was already clenching around his member neatly tucked inside of her like a ball in a glove.

His hand forcefully kept her head down so that she couldn't look up at him her moans mumbled by the cushion of his mattress.

"It hurts!" She cried out at him one of her fists banged against a pillow on his bed clenching it billy rolled his eyes at her only thrusting harder into her.

"Shut up and take it you deserve this" he grumbled making her turn her face back into the mattress.

"FUCK!" He could hear her muffled cries come from underneath him crying at the pain she was still enjoying, and he was getting off on the fact she was feeling the pain believing that she deserved every ounce of it.

"It hurts but feels so fucking good!" Her fists pounded on each side of her into the softness of his pillows.

his once made bed (made by his "step mother") was now destroyed from the two of them the covers ripped off and onto the floor of Billy's room.

the bedsheets practically falling off the corners from how hard he was pushing her face down into them his pillows had nail marks from her nails pouring into them to ease the delightful pain.

She let out a loud cry feeling him yank her hair up so he could finally hear her mouthy moans.

"FUCK PLEASE!" She cried out at him feeling him thrust harder into her sensitive cunt.

she was so tight around him from her walls clenching around his member not wanting him to ever pull out and to just fill her with his cum.

"you gon cum darling?" He teased at her twirling her hair and pulling her head back even more.

"p-please sir please I can't h-hold it h-hurts t-to much to hold it!" She whimpered so loudly that she was sure the neighbors could hear it.

"I love ruining this pussy of yours" he spoke harshly pushing her head back down and leaning to whisper something in her ear feeling her legs quake

"cum for me be my little cum slut and cum all over my cock baby you can do it"

She screamed when she came onto his cock feeling him do the same by filling her tight pussy letting loose a warm feeling inside her cunt and she was now dripping with Billy's semen as a amazing gift.

Billy pulled his cock out of her watching y/n's cunt starting to drip with it right before she collapsed onto the bed, her forehead laced with sweat and she was gasping for air.

He slipped back on a pair of clean boxers getting out a pair for her to along with one of his shirts.

Billy had made his way into the bathroom to grab a rag running it underneath the cold water.

he also opened his cabinet rummaging through it so he could find a bottle of aloe vera so he could rub it to help ease the pain on her ass.

He made his way back into the bedroom hearing y/n let out a cry holding onto her body whimpering.

He set the aloe Vera down on his night stand helping y/n flip over so that he could wipe the seed up from in-between her legs and on her pussy.

She whined at the coldness of the rag to which he apologized resting his hand onto her thigh.

When he was finished Billy tossed the rag into his dirty clothes smiling at y/n and helping to flip her over once more so he could rub her ass.

He squeezed some aloe from the tube rubbing it softly onto the sensitive area watching y/n jump with a mewl.

"hey hey hey you're alright calm down baby" he shushed her softly rubbing her back before be continued to massage the cool gel into her ass hoping that it would easy some of the stinging.

Her hands rested on top of her hands clenching her eyes shut softly while she felt Billy's hands gently work their magic helping the tingling feeling in her ass start to fade away the pain practically was healed by the aloe he had put on her.

Once y/n had laid back into Billy's arms dressed in his clothes she fluttered her eyes closed feeling Billy rub her shoulder while she nuzzle her face into the brown fuzz of his hair.

"I'm sorry if I went overboard you know how I am about other guys princess" he apologized kissing the top of her head.

"I liked it Billy trust me"

#stranger things smut #smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine

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emuthec0w · 6 months

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Scars Make You Beautiful.

Kinktober Special: Mahito

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CW: Mahito (ik how many people DESPISE this man), knifeplay, gore, c7tting, GN!Reader, extensive teasing, yandere!mahito

A/N: Sorry for not uploading more and answering asks, I’ve been in a bit of a slump but I at least owed you guys some fics on the last 3-4 days of Kintober <3

Btw, I write JJK now!

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“Aw-ha! Don’t look at me like that, it makes me a little sad..”

You sighed at the memory of Mahito smiling playfully, wiping a fake tear from his eye. Surprise, surprise, Halloween would just so happen to be Mr. Patchworks’ favorite holiday! You didnt know if you should laugh or cry with this information. On top of never being left alone in your torture cell of a bedroom you’d have to deal with his ‘spooky’ games. Things he’d maybe found online or heard whispers of near shrines in the dark of the night when the only friend you had was the moon. Even that vanished sometimes.

You were unsure if you’d even consider Geto your friend. No, he couldn’t be. He worked with Mahito. He made sure you could never leave. All for the sake of pleasing that selfish, child-like curse. If he wasnt coddling you and watching your every move he’d send other curses to do so, and to say the very least it was mind numbing. It was awkward. It was degrading. You, all dressed up in either frilly or gothic outfits (depending on Mahito’s mood), being babysat by curses who could kill you in an instant if they really wanted to.

As you lied in bed staring at the over-decorated ceiling you felt a grumble bubble from your stomach to your throat. Your gaze fixed from picture to picture, each printed from a polaroid camera of you. You in the shower, you in bed, you putting on your work uniform, pantyshots that you weren’t even sure how he’d gotten- all strong across the ceiling. Almost as if it was something he was proud of. 5 months. It had been 5 whole months since your abduction.

As far as you knew, no one bothered to come looking for you. No one cared. No one questioned a thing when you disappeared! Maybe your boss threw a fit when he realized he couldnt shove loads of overtime onto your shoulders anymore, but that was probably it. What other substantial role did you really play in your life? Everyday was the same cycle it’s been for the past 19 years. It didnt matter at all.

It never did.

Maybe, just maybe, being with Mahito put some spice in your life! It added some pizazz! But god, what were you thinking? You hated this. More than anything in the world. The things you were forced to see would permanently alter the course of your life’s trajectory. The look of terror as you watched humans become monsters in mere seconds.. their pleas for help.. their pleas for death..

You’d never be the same.

Your head shot up the moment you heard the door to your room slip open, then closed once more. From the stairs that led down to it a familiar blue-haired boy peeped his head down. He had a wild grin on his face as he stared at you, and you felt yourself become ill. What was he planning now?..

“It’s Halloween! Doll, do you know what that means?”

In his hands he held a bag, one filled with amazing new goodies he’d gotten after brainstorming with his curse friends on what to do for this Horrifying Holiday! He was so excited he swore he was shaking, giddy as he made his way towards you. You slowly sat up, and before you’d fully balanced yourself he plopped down by your side and leaned all his weight onto you, nuzzling your shoulder happily.

For such a beast, he could act like such a kid. But, your thoughts immediately swayed on that subject as he covered your eyes. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could just feel that sadistic smile of his grow as his gaze fell upon you. You always felt vulnerable around him. How could you not? He was an all-capable curse, and you were.. weak. You weren’t a sorcerer. You didn’t know a thing about Jujitsu. So how could you not be afraid?

“W..Whhat does it mean?” You breathed, eyes closed under his stitched-up palm. He pouted, a small groan of disappointment pushing past his throat.

“You dont know? Oh well, I guess that makes it more of a surprise!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him fiddle with the bag he’d brought home with him. You wondered if this was a trick question, and maybe he’d grant you the mercy of strangulation with it if you were lucky.

“I got us some goodies! I know you’ll just love them!” Mahito smiled, and before you could get anything out in response you felt his hand at the side of your neck. “Now, no panicking okay? That screaming thing you do is cute but IIIII~~… don’t wanna deal with it now! Got that?”

You nodded. What else could you do? As he slowly removed his cold hand from your eyes you took in several deep breaths to try to compose yourself. But really how could you? Shaky breathing and a stoic nature was as calm as you could get around him. Your eyes fluttered for a moment before opening and readjusted to the room’s dull light. Fearfully, your gaze made it to his hand. He was holding something in it.. but you.. couldn’t tell what.

You swallowed down some saliva, and he noticed this almost immediately. He pursed his lips, before they formed into a small— innocent, smile.

“I got us a fun play-time toy! Isn’t that fun? Doesn’t it make your ‘heart’ flutter?” He paused, glancing to the side for a moment, “Well, not your heart. Humans don’t have those! Uhh.. does it make your soul flutter?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his witty pickup lines. You nodded your head, a gentle smile plastering over your face. It was the least you could do.. because how dare you be ungrateful for what all he does for you, right?

“Mm.. yes.” You pressed your cheek to the rim of his hand which still caressed your neck, eyes narrowing. “T-Thanks..”

A look of thrill overtook his expression at your answer, and you felt your mouth fall agape as the sensation of a blade slashed against the smooth skin of your neck. He’d jerked his hand back and.. cut you. And now as you bled he leaned forward and licked the wound, tongue pressing into it and licking away all blood that attempted to slip out. Each time you whined his tongue slipped deeper, and he even began biting the skin around the cut after a bit of teasing it.

He always felt so incredibly drunk off of your love. It was so damn addicting.. so intoxicating. And god, you would never admit that this treatment drove you crazy as well sometimes. You bucked your hips under the covers expectantly, eyes shutting. He set his other hand on your thigh, squishing it in his calloused palm as you squirmed. His thumb rubbed circled around your inner thigh, eyes narrowed on your core.

It didnt take a genius to figure out you were getting off on his teasing, and he couldn’t help but give a you a smug grin upon realizing it. You huffed, eyes watering a little as the wound he’d given you began to sting immensely.

“Oh? Are you enjoying this doll?” He eagerly questioned, “I’m so happy! You usually never like my attempts at this stuff… and this one just so happens to be my favorite too~!”

Before you could respond he brought his hand up and began slicing rapidly into your soft skin, blood trickling down your arms and legs. Several mouths sprouted from Mahito’s stitched up skin, pale tongues lapping at the bleeding slits made by his knife. Once he’d finished bloodying you up he brought his knife back and set it on the bedside counter near where your head lay. Watching you wince he licked his lips, eyes narrowing with glee.

“Now, the real fun begins!”

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Beth

Summary: Five years after leaving Hawkins, you can help but reflect on the new life you've built with the old Dungeon Master of Hawkins High.

WC: 3,923

Warnings: Just some fluff and cuteness overload!

A/N: I can only picture Eddie being the best metal daddy in the world, and I wanted to write about it. Who knows if I'll write more about this little family, let me know if you do wanna see more! I hope you love it!

1991

Indianapolis, Indiana

As soon as you opened the front door into your small yet boy apartment, you sighed in relief and you could finally breathe.

You were a bit stressed lately at work, getting a receptionist job at the University of Indianapolis on the weekends and three nights a week was no easy task for you since it was mostly a passing job for you until you could get your hands on the ideal job you knew as out there. But being a receptionist was decent pay, especially at the college you attended and graduated from a year prior. But going through plenty of paperwork and endless phone call that you had to redirect over and over. You didn't mind it, but you also didn't think about that as soon as you walked into your apartment.

The small smell of your home made you happy and already feeling at ease: warm clothes from the laundry, a fresh pot of coffee that was recently brewed in the cheap coffee machine, and the distinct scent of weed, though it was very faint. It was still a familiar comfort for you, almost like a rolling fog along the top of your skin and near your neck as the door closed behind you and you tossed your keys on the bowl on the counter next to you. The image of your living room that was combined with the kitchen made you grin as the radio was playing softly on the kitchen counter. The front area was deserted, having you poke your head in and look around for a moment or two.

"Babe?" You called out.

"In the bathroom, be right out!" You heard back, you grinning as you moved to unload your work bag onto the couch. You cracked your knuckles, moving to look in the kitchen to see if any dinner was prepped. There wasn't even a pot on the stove, which made you raise a suspicious brow since you knew your husband far too well. He would at least prep dinner for you, making it ready for you to throw in the pot or on the stove as soon as you came home from work. He liked the busy work, claiming it would calm his crazy mind down. You could only snort as your eyes moved to the small frame on the wall, seeing one polaroid on the top part of the frame and a marriage certificate on the bottom half. A smile was on your face, you tilted your head and remembered that day so well in the back of your mind.

The day you married Eddie Munson.

You two have been friends since you were 12 years old, sitting next to each other in math class and Eddie showing you how to work out an equation when he saw you were about to cry in frustration. He was smart, smarter than others but he never really put it to good use. He was infatuated with you from the moment you smiled at him, almost smitten as you two were friends and then later one a couple when you got into high school. You were the calm to his storm, whereas he was the fearlessness to your hesitance. It was like you two brought out the opposites in one another and made it good, made it wholesome, and filled it with love. Summer afternoons with flower crowns in your hair as you heard him strum his guitar outside his trailer when the sun would set, or even autumn mornings snuggling under the blankets in his bed as the fog rolled by. It all felt like a dream to you, how Eddie loved you and cherished you with every ounce of his being. As soon as Eddie kissed you for the first time, out at Lover Lake in your hometown of Hawkins, you were in it for the long haul. There was no one else, only Eddie Munson.

And you knew he felt the same way about you.

"Sorry for not prepping dinner, my love!" He sang out as he finally made it out of the bathroom, a bundle in his arms and a big grin on his face. He had his long hair pushed back behind his shoulders, getting long again compared to the last time you trimmed it outside on the porch when the weather was too hot and his hair was sticking to his neck and shoulders. He was sporting one of his Metallica shirts that he got at a concert year back, a birthday present from you. Every cent you scrapped and saved was worth it as you gave him the tickets, feeling you swoop you in his arms and him carrying you to the bedroom not too long after.

You two were simply happy living together as a couple, getting this apartment for the first time after you moved out of Hawkins. After all that happened in Hawkins with the world nearly ending and the Upside Down screwing everything up, you both decided to leave town and start over fresh. Eddie especially needed to get away from that town, not only because some citizens still thought he did kill Chrissy Cunningham and after his name was cleared, but also because he nearly died in your arms in the Upside Down. Those last moments you thought you were going to have with Eddie felt like the worst minutes of your life, giving you the assumption that he was going to leave you forever when you two knew you were going to get married. You fought tooth and nail to keep him alive, there was nothing that was going to take him away from you.

The bundle in his arms squirmed a bit, the sound of babble and gurgling was evident as you moved over to Eddie. Kissing his cheek, Eddie chuckled as he moved the blanket out of the way, a mop or auburn curly hair was seen and a wide toothless smile greeted you. You smiled sweetly.

Your 6-month-old daughter: Beth Maxine Munson

"Hello, baby girl!" You said with sweetness, Beth babbling at you wildly as you scooped her in your arms. She squealed in delight as you kissed her cheeks and face, breathing in the fresh scent of baby skin and a very small hint of shampoo in her curls that she clearly got from her dad, along with the tint of red that he sported too, "I missed you today at work, baby girl. I needed your smile more today,"

"That bad, huh?" Eddie asked, you giving him a knowing look as he sighed. He leaned over to kiss your head and rub your shoulders with his knuckles, giving you some sense of comfort, "They work you too hard there, baby. Some of those deans were dicks in general anyhow,"

"I didn't mind the workload, Eds. I got paid extra from last week any who and it's already going into our savings," You explained, to which Eddie then clasped his hands and then gestured.

"Speaking of which, my darling wife!" he hummed, you eyeing you with a raised eyebrow as you placed Beth on your hip and she was watching her father with her bright eyes, "I got a bonus from the mechanic shop last night."

"That's great, sweetheart!" You complimented him as you pecked him on the cheek, seeing a hint of blush on his cheeks, "You've been working your ass off there at the shop for the past few months. I knew Mike liked you when he hired you, and now it's paying off,"

"Aww you flatter me," Eddie said in a sultry manner, though you giggled as he kissed your nose in retaliation, "And since this bonus is real good… I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Correction: I wanna take my two ladies out tonight,"

You couldn't help but beam at Eddie, seeing his face and how he was waiting for your reaction. No matter how long you two were together or have known each other, Eddie always surprised you and kept you on your toes. There was never a dull moment with Eddie, and he made you keep your relationship lively. He loved surprising you with the simplest gestures because he knew you were an old romantic at heart: giving you flowers on your first date, using one of his "metal" rings as a promise ring he gifted you on your one-year anniversary. He even taught you how to play Dungeons and Dragons, though you were barely good compared to him since he was the Dungeon Master with Hellfire Club. It didn't matter to Eddie: He loved bringing you into his world and you appreciating all of him and all of his sides. You weren't one to let him slide too, you'd pay for the snacks at the movies when you would go together, and also buying him new cassettes of his favorite bands to sneak into his van or in his room when he wasn't looking. You started dabbling into photography, teaching Eddie how to take and develop pictures. He was hooked, getting his own polaroid and taking his pictures left and right.

The pair of you loved each other equally, Eddie made sure of that as well as you. It was even more so when you sat next to Eddie in the hospital room right after things were settled in Hawkins, holding his hand as he was watching the worried look on your face. A thick bandage was wrapped around his torso, and a massive gash was along his ribs and scattered along his chest from the assault he endured in the Upside Down. You were watching his chest rise up and down, silent tears were going down your face as you were telling yourself over and over that he was okay and you both were safe. He wasn't the only one who was injured, you had some scrapes and wounds along your face and shoulder blades.

"As soon as I can walk, we're gettin' out of Hawkins," Eddie reassured you as you looked from his damaged chest over to him, seeing him watch you with pure love in his eyes and concern as well. You said nothing as he squeezed your hand, "You and me, we're taking my van and we're leaving this hell hole just like we planned as soon as we graduate. After the shit we went through, there's no reason to wait. Don't you think, baby?"

You grinned, wet cheeks and eyes were evident as Eddie smiled too. You sniffled, feeling Eddie pull your joined hands to his lips to kiss the back of your hand as you cried in front of him. After all you went through in the Upside Down, nearly dying a few times by some sick demonic being that killed Chrissy and two others. It all felt so much, and to have that peace in the hospital room felt more than enough to just cry and release it all from your chest.

"That sounds perfect," You replied to your husband.

"Good, now let me take the munchkin," He said to you, taking Beth carefully in his arms as Beth started to take some of the strands in his hair in her fingers to play with, "You go change and take your time. We're gonna hit that downtown restaurant that we like, that Italian place that I can never pronounce right,"

"You mean Bellissimo Galleria?" You asked smoothly, Eddie sighing at you and giving you some of his smug grins.

"I can't make it sound sexy like you," he confessed, though you just rolled your eyes and Eddie gestured to your shared room, "Go get dressed, I'll get the munchkin ready for you,"

You and Eddie were married in a courthouse in Indianapolis, a few years after you moved there together and you got your degree completed. Eddie wanted to marry you sooner, even right after you both graduated high school, but you had to convince him to wait, at least until the pair of you landed a job and you both got some sort of college education under your belt. Eddie opted for trade school, which made him happier than being in a massive college room for hours on end and his nose in a book. Eddie landed a great mechanic job not too long after trade school and was making great money for his age, giving you time to go to school and get your degree.

You promised him that you would marry him as soon as you graduated from college. Eddie held good to that promise, making a countdown on his calendar and being excited like a child on Christmas morning as you walked across the stage in your cap and gown. He wasn't alone, some of the others from Hawkins drove out to see the graduation and they were clapping for you when your name was called. Eddie was the loudest, whooping and pumping his fist in the air with pure joy as you grabbed your degree.

The next day you wore a white dress with black Chuck Taylor converse shoes, Eddie clutching your hand tightly in his own as the judge conducted the ceremony. The rest of the gang, along with Eddie's Uncle, was in attendance to see and celebrate, leaving Robin and Steve to sign the certificate as witnesses. Sure, it seemed like you two were far too young to be married, but neither of you cared.

Nor did it look good when you were five months pregnant with a swollen belly under your dress.

Eddie was over the moon when he found out he was going to be a dad. You were a bit worried, ever the thinker and planner between the pair of you, and it made you petrified to think about bringing a human into the world that already seemed too chaotic. But Eddie, he was more excited about having a kid of his own that he would dote and love on. The one father figure in his life was his Uncle, who was ecstatic to hear the news that he was going to be a Great Uncle, or Grandfather in a weird way. Eddie's parents weren't in the picture, it was something he wanted to leave behind. Perhaps he wanted to make sure his own child would be loved and cherished.

Something he never had as a kid.

"What about Holly?" He asked as he was sitting next to you on the bed, your 8-month belly was swollen and making it hard for you to do anything. You hummed, thinking about the name as Eddie was massaging lotion on your belly and waiting for your input on baby names. Your latest appointment was successful, you two found out that very afternoon that it was a girl. Eddie seemed so proud to be a daddy's girl already, concocting plans for how he was going to raise her to be a metal head like he was. Didn't matter if it was a boy or girl, his child was going to love metal.

"Sounds like a Christmas name, and we're having a baby in October," You explained, Eddie nodding as you perked up at him, "Christine?"

"No way! I think of that Stephen King movie of the possessed car. Maybe…..Polly?"

"Nope. Beatrice?"

"Sounds like she's part of the Golden Girls,"

You both sighed, not figuring out a name until the smaller alarm clock radio was playing a Kiss song. The pair of you paused, hearing the softer melody come into the room and flood the space as Eddie was tapping ship fingers on the top of your belly.

"Beth I hear you calling….but I can't come home right now…."

"Mmm, I love this song," You sighed, leaning back against the pillows and closing your eyes to listen to the words. Then it hit you as the words were going on by, how the song was gentle and loving even from a hard rock band like Kiss. It was one of those songs that no one thought would come from Kiss, but it was successful and popular. You loved it, though you loved Kiss already thanks to Eddie and his influence on you to love hard rock and metal. There was something about this song, it was tugging at your heartstrings and making you think of the purest form of love and adoration from one person to another. All from a simple name…

"Beth," You said in a gasp, opening your eyes and staring at the popcorn ceiling as Eddie was watching you with his palm on your belly. Your eyes moved to his, seeing almost the same look of wonder and awestruck in his eyes as you spoke again, "Her name's gonna be Beth."

As soon as you said the name, it clicked in Eddie's eyes too.

You got on a cotton dress with a sleeveless denim vest to wear over with your converse shoes, combing out your hair and getting it in a ponytail. You were never one to have a full-on dress to wear or even high heels, you were more of a creature of comfort than of style. Yet Eddie never really cared about that, he always looked at you like you were a literal goddess or one of the models in those hard rock music videos. Maybe in his eyes you were, and it was a mystery for you from time to time how Eddie always loved you and adored you, calling you gorgeous and beautiful even on your lowest days. You too bought of him as handsome, with the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, or the brightness of brown in his eyes when he would throw his head back and laugh. In the end, you both saw the beauty in one another that no one else understood or could never understand.

After you got everything ready for your night out, you could hear Eddie singing to Beth in her little nursery room, making you tiptoe over to poke your head in and watch your husband and daughter. He had her on his hip, Beth clearing a cute black yellow dress and a small bow in her curly hair. She was giggling and shrieking at Eddie as he was spinning her in circles, singing the song Beth to her in his low tenor singing voice. You just crossed your arms, leaning against the door frame to watch in silence and with a grin as Eddie was serenading Beth, the pair of them being in their own world.

The morning Beth was born, Eddie was a nervous wreck. He was supportive of you, but he also had no idea what to do or how to help more than he was. You only asked him to hold your hand when the labor started, walking with you back and forth in the room with every contraction and every moment of pain. Eddie's face look so freighted when it was time for you to push, and after a solid hour of pushing and screaming, his daughter came into the world all small and squishy but none the less healthy.

Eddie's face was so perplexed and filled with shock, then the nurses cleaned her up and placed her in his arms as they were tending to you and your recovery. His eyes never left hers, like he was engraining her face in his brain for the rest of his young adult life. You watched, tired and sore from the labor, as Eddie was silently crying and keeping Beth as close to him as possible, kissing her head and looking so blissfully happy.

He was a great father to Beth, and even more when you came home from the hospital. He helped you in everything and wanted to be more involved than ever. There were nights when you were stressed out and overly tired from breastfeeding or changing diapers, Eddie knew when to step in and take over when you needed a breath. It wasn't that he wasn't stepping up, he was beyond supportive and helpful for you since he was her father. But you still had your low moments, which apparently was normal for new mothers. Eddie was always close by, holding you close late in the night when you wanted to cry and giving you more love than you could ever imagine. When you needed sleep, Eddie would take over and watch Beth. He loved making her laugh and giggle, it was his mission to make her laugh all the time and he would do just about anything to make it happen. His favorite thing to do was to sing to Beth, always serenading her with the song "Beth" from Kiss when she was fussy or sleepy. He proclaimed it "Her Song," which made sense because she was named after that very ballad.

When the others drove out to see and meet Beth, Eddie was beyond excited to show off his daughter to the group. Everyone took a turn holding Beth, most of them amazed at how she looked more like Eddie than you. You didn't mind it, her curly hair, delicate nose, and her massive grin clearly came from Eddie. Although some of the younger ones were a bit nervous to have a baby in their arms, especially Mike and Dustin who both looked so scared to hold her. Eleven was a bit hesitant, though she was enraptured with Beth who grinned at her and reached up to touch her nose with her baby fingers. You had to giggle as Eleven took Beth's hand with her finger, a genuine smile grew on her young face.

You broke the news to Steve and Robin that they were the Godparents, Robin looked so shocked and Steve was almost proud while he held her so gracefully. It made sense since they both helped you two get out of Hawkins, not to mention keeping you two alive in the Upside Down. You and Eddie already talked about it, knowing Steve and Robin had to be Beth's Godparents.

"Just a few more hours…..and I'll be right home to you….I think I hear them calling…Oh, Beth what can I do?" Eddie sang to Beth, your own cheeks aching from how much you were grinning. You never felt better in your life and in how things were going for your growing family. There were times you did think about all that happened five years ago, the nightmares never really went away for either you or Eddie. He had moments when he looked at the scars along his ribcage and back, zoning out for a brief moment and maybe flashing back to the moment when he got those scars. All you could do was hold his hand, reminding him where he was and what you left behind. You both reminded each other, knowing those haunts would never truly leave either one of you. But your future was waiting for you, it was bright and it was far away from Hawkins.

And in the form of your baby girl that was the picture mixture of you two.

"Come on you two," You said finally, Eddie and Beth turning to stare at you. It was the perfect thing to see: Eddie holding your daughter in his arms and looking beyond happy with this life you two made together, "Shall we hit the town?"

"Sounds like a plan, my love!" Eddie hummed, Beth babbling in agreement to make you giggle. Yeah, you're future was beyond bright with those two gems.

The End.

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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But I Love Ya

Again, @bluecoolr’s gave me this idea based off this gut killing comic and this one too. I think it’s neat and is sad but it’s nice :3

This is a gift to @fluffy-little-demon and @ahmnom.

Tw: past trauma, mention of physical abuse, mentioned of self-harm, mention of emotional abuse

This story takes place two years into the killings.

Hope y'all enjoy!

It's been two years, 3 months, 12 days since Trudy died, but Bo still felt her looking at him front his bedroom doorway, her eyes unforgiving and solid. He felt her gazing at him as if he was the mistake she made, an unsolved wax structure that needed to be washed out and burned, destroyed to nothing but liquid heat to be used later for something better and different.

Deep down, Bo wanted her eyes to go away, to un-feel the nails over his skin like claws over a rock, sharpening and ready to kill. He wanted nothing more than to diver under his covers and hide from his mother's gaze, but even under the covers Bo wasn't safe. He excepted that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, and he's okay with it? Is he really?

Bo turned to his side and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He sits up and wiped the sweat from his face. The heatwave will never lift until he's down with his mother's work. She told him that she'll allow him to sleep peacefully once it's all completed. It's been two years of killing, fighting, destroying, and creating. The amount of blood on his hands could drown a single person if they didn't know how to swim. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his wrist. The scars itch so bad that he wants to run a knife over them just to stop the stings and aches of the past. Maybe that'll help him sleep?

It's not your fault, I supposed, that I can't love you, his mother's voice echoed through his head. It's just hard to love you, and I've tried everything that I could.

"I love you, Mama," BO whispers to himself as he ran his fingers over the fabric of the bed, feeling the sheets and its weight. "I truly do love ya."

You're wasting my time and your father's time, Beauregard! His mother laughed like she did the first time he told her he loved her and his father. Now, git! The more interesting twin is about to do his piano residal. Don't want you to fuss or nothin' when guest are here. Take Lester to your room and wait until it's over!

The memory ended with a slap across the face and Lester crying when it happened. his mother never cared for Lester, and it hurts Bo sometimes when he's reminded with the lack of baby pictures of Lester.

On the nightstand, he takes the picture of him and his brothers against the lamp and held it between his fingers. It was taken on his Polaroid by a friend. All of them were smiling as the twins stood either side of their little brother, who was grinning ear-to-ear with a college diploma in hand from the state college. He was the only one of the brothers to get some type of higher education. Even though his little brother never showed it, he was pretty fucking smart when it came to geology and environment. he works for the state picking up and recording roadkill--

Why didn't you or Vincent go? Why didn't Vincent try?

His mother hated that Lester proved her wrong with getting a degree, and she hated it more when he cut her out of his life. Bo didn't blame her, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that until she died, until the day he killed her himself. Hands around her throat, chocking out the life he never wanted. He didn't want to hear her voice or see her eyes. He didn't want to feel her hand slapping across his face or tying him down as his father beats him with a leather belt or a twitch. He didn't want to hear her breath or say anything to him...

So does he still owe her everything? Why does he do this for her? Destroy people and lives just to make her dream come true? Maybe it was the catholic inside him to honor thy parents and wishes, but he didn't want to admit it. If he did, he would end up losing to her and she would win again. Come to think of it, his knees did hurt from begging his mother to love him, to hold him, to make him feel like he belong to a world where sin is the truth and blessings are a lie.

"But I love you," he murmurs to himself as lowered the photo on the bed. "I've always loved ya."

He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. he allowed his mothers nails rack over his skin and cut him open like a fish. He let the past pains of hits and tears go after him, over and over again until he was nothing. It's what he deserves, right? He was to take the pain or his twin would get the brunt of it. Poor Vincent. He'll never truly know what an iron hot pan felt against his back. Still to this day, he doesn't tell Vincent how his back go so burned and scared. How could he?

He takes a deep breath in, tasting the dust and honeydew of the south, and let out a long, hallowed breath filled with sadness and skill. When he looks up, all he could see was himself looking back at him, and the shadow of his mother standing in his other half. He'll always be the other half of someone, his brother, his mother, father-- he'll never be whole until he finishes what his mother started.

If he was more like Vincent, looked like and creative like him, would his mother love him the same?

I can only love one child, Bo. Sadly, you'll never know love.

The ciggarette burns on the back of his shoulders ached and screamed to let open. As much as he would love to take his knife and carved out his mother's blood, what would he be lift with? His father? Vincent and Lester? Everything he does is for his family. When will he be able to do something for himself for a change?

He just wanted to be free from her claw-like nails. He wanted to be gone from her gaze from above, but how could he when she's laying in a casket down the road? Why couldn't he bury her and take his brothers somewhere else where they could breath and be free? Why could he do that?

Becasue he's stuck here. He will never be forgiven until his brothers are, too. They've done nothing wrong--

It's becasue you are a Sinclair, boy, his father answered, his stomach aching from an unseen punch. We have the word 'sin' in the first part! You are born in to it and you will die to it! Now, get on those fucking knees and beg!

He placed the picture to the side and laid back down, hands folded over his chest. "But I love ya, Mama," he whispers again. "I love ya and Pa and my brothers."

That's nice and all, but who would love you back? It's not me, I'll tell you that for free!

He wanted to turn out the lights and sleep, but the heat of the marsh and the sins on his skin will never allow him to rest. He will never allow himself to rest until his mother's job is finish. If he can't be forgiven, then he'll work hard enough to make sure Vincent and Lester are! He will not have his brothers fall down with him, he can't allow that!

Do you think your brothers love you, Bo? Ha! they only love you because you are their brother! Shape up and help me Lester! He won't sit still, so help me get him in your old chair--

he shot out of bed as he heard the straps tying onto his skin like cold chains. Bo held his chest, controlling his breathing, as he looked at his empty bed. It's only him and the night, the darkness of the room filling his thoughts as the demons came out to play. The painful memory of his little brother being restrained and taped to his bed--

Lester. Have to make sure Lester isn't held down. He can't be held down! He never would allow it! Bo will set this world on fire if he ever saw Lester tied down again.

He takes his green plaid and puts it on as he heads out of his room. He wonders down the hall past his mother's bedroom and stops at the end, standing in front of Lester's closed door. Gently, he nudges the door open and tip-toes in. His baby brother was curled up in his blankets in his Scooby-Doo boxers and cuddling a pillow-shaped ladybug. He was breathing softly, his chest calm as it rises and falls without a care.

Silently, he crept over to his brother's bed and kneels next to him. Gingerly, his fingers wrap around Lester's wrist and pulled forward. Relief washed over him like a waterfall when he found that he wasn't restrained or tied. Only light scars of the past showed. Goodness, his thoughts were getting to the best of him tonight. He leaned down and kissed his brother's wrist before standing up. At least his baby brother is safe--

"...Bo?" A tired voice escaped as he stood next to the door. "Bo, 's 'at ya?" Lester asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Wha' are ya doin'?" He yawned as sleepiness started to take over.

Bo looked back at his brother and shook his head. "Nothin'. Go back ta' sleep, Lessy."

"Had a nightmare?" He asked, his eyes going into focus. "'S okay if ya did." He scoots over and patted the empty side. "Wanan sleep wit' me?"

Bo's brows lifted in sadness. He felt like he was a child again. Back when they were kids, Bo and Vincent always went to Lester if they had a bad dream. For some reason, he was good at keeping the demons and monsters at bay and gone until the sun came up.

Bo bit his bottom lip nervously. "If ya don't mind."

"Never had, Bo," Lester answered, laying back down, patting the bed next to him. "Com' an' sleep."

Bo came back to his brother's side and laid in the bed. Like he did before, he pulled his brother close to his chest and closed his eyes. He does love his brothers, and his brothers love him.

But his mama never will.

"Love ya," Lester murmurs, cuddling into his brother's side.

Bo doesn't say it back, but he wishes he could.

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YOU KNOW I HATE THIS

JEONG JAEHYUN

Prologue: Being wedded to a mafia boss isn't easy, and neither is being pregnant while under high levels of stress.

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Fluff + Mafia AU

Wordcount: 1,062

Prompts: If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” + “There’s blood everywhere.”

Warnings: Blood + Pregnancy

You opened your eyes unexpectedly, blinking a few times to acclimate to the darkness as you sat down, raising yourself by your arms. You were wide awake way too early in the morning. The clock light suggested that it was 3:14 a.m. You still had five hours of sleep to catch up on, but the slight sliding and shifting noises had jolted you awake.

You slowly shift your gaze, seeing your empty bed, to the right of the bedside. An expensive Rolex watch made of platinum and an exquisite wallet of handmade leather that was left open, exposing a tiny polaroid picture of yours, were placed on it, indicating your husband was home.

Since the previous month, he had made it a habit to return at this ungodly hour. It was not like he wasn’t around; he still managed to devote his time to you and his baby, whom you had been carrying for the last seven months. It was his work that demanded him to be present, without any scheduled corporate meetings or planned events. Dealing with illegal weapons, substances, money, and lives wasn’t a job that would be recorded on paper. No matter how soft and warm he was to you, and his loved ones, Jaehyun was a mafia.

Lifting up the duvets, you placed your feet on the ground as you decided to go and see him. After all, it had been a whole damn week since you last saw his face properly. You helped yourself out of bed, the bulging little bean that had replaced your toned abs made it a little more difficult. As you approached the closet, you illuminated all of the lights that had been turned off.

There he was standing, unbuttoning his shirt. You could not see him clearly still, but his perfect silhouette and the light metal jewellery that adorned his body gave it all away. Eyes still partially drenched with sleep, you drove yourself closer to his body. Your arms engulfed his bluff torso as you shoved your face into his back. "Jaehyun, you’re back home." You murmured. "Hmm, shouldn't someone be in bed at this hour?" He asked in his soothing voice as he turned his body, now facing yours. "Love, I’m sorry to wake you up." He regretted. "I guess in very little time from now, we’ll have to be used to it anyway." You said, sleep still taking over your body as you burry yourself in your husband’s arms again.

You were quickly brought back to your complete senses by feeling something on your skin. Jaehyun’s shirt felt damp and drenched, and so did your hands when they made contact with it. This was strange, and it prompted you to immediately turn on the lights in the closet, only for your jaw to drop at the sight before your eyes.

"There’s blood everywhere!" You shouted at him naturally, out of reflex. You took a glance at your palms, which had embodied the blood on them, as if it was some decalcomania art. You raised your eyes to see Jaehyun’s white shirt, which was almost red, soaked in blood. "What the fuck is this, Jaehyun? Did something happen to you?" You were frightened, just like anyone would be. You knew the business your husband dealt with, but blood and killings were something that always made you rage at him.

"Listen, Y/N, Calm down first. This- this blood isn’t mine, let me explain." Jaehyun, who was probably more afraid than you, was trying to calm you down. "You killed someone!" You cried as your husband stood there, he was at a loss of words. What could he even do? "Y/N, please this isn’t good for you right now." He kept on uttering the same cry relentlessly.

"You know I hate this." You blurted out, now calmer than before. "I’m sorry", reverted your husband with his eyes that were now wailing. "Get of these clothes, and fucking throw them off." and with these words you went back, leaving him still standing there, motionless.

You were back in your bed, eyes wide open, as your slumber had vanished following the incident. Layed on your left side, as the doctor had advised. You felt shuffling in the sheets as Jaehyun joined you. He smelled so perfect, your progressed sense of smell during pregnancy made you notice it at an instant.

He faced towards your back, gently trying to spoon you and win your attention. "Tssk!" You pitched as you yanked his hand away. "I’m sorry, Y/N, so sorry." He apologised for the hundredth time in the mere span of half an hour or so.

You tried to shift your body towards his, and he helped you with the task. You had been needing him for the tiniest of things ever since the last stage of this baby making commenced, and he had been there always-other than for when he had to play the role of the mafia and not the husband and daddy-to-be.

He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead as his hands moved towards your belly, caressing it. "Do you think we would be able to live if something ever happens to you?" You question your husband. "I-I.." he sighs, failing to answer your question. You did not need any verbal answer, his eyes held emotions that satisfied your query anyways.

"This- this won’t happen again." He asked for forgiveness yet again, but it wasn’t something you needed from him. "Jaehyun I don’t need these sorrys, I just want- want you to fucking live." You expressed. His face was exactly like a kid who was being scolded for breaking the house rules.

"Now do I not even get a kiss or something? Oh, and by the way, you smell so sexy right now" you went on, and his face lit up immediately. His smile, dimples and damn! those whiskers were so contagious.

He shoved himself closer to you, squeezing your body, keeping in mind your bump, of course. You rubbed his back and uttered "If you die, I’m gonna kill you!" You warned him, a warning filled with giggles.

"That doesn’t even make sense." He teased you back, rubbing his nose against yours. "Shut up!" You whispered as you kissed him. He kissed you back, and then kissed his baby inside you right before you let the sleep take over you.

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Panic in Detroit

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It's the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a troubled past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader's description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

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Chapter One: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Chapter warnings: a bit of angst and coarse language, brief mention of the sort of sexual harassment that a female working in a bar may experience, but nothing too crazy. We're only just now getting started darlings.

Word count: ~3k

October, 1991

Tom’s Tavern, a run down old watering hole on the fringes of the wrong side of Detroit, looked exactly like the sort of place people went to forget or be forgotten, which was precisely the reason you had walked through its creaky front door.

It had all been arranged in advance by the friend of a cousin of an acquaintance, deliberately convoluted and vague, in hopes of avoiding any obvious connection to yourself. It was a paying gig, and even though your nose wrinkled with distaste at the way the soles of your boots stuck to the tacky floor, you knew there was little chance you could find better in your position.

The place was pretty empty, being only 4pm on a Wednesday, but there were still some figures hunched over their beers at the bar. Two guys who looked a bit like old bikers were shooting pool on the other side of the main room; the noise of the billiard balls clacking together sharply punctuating the hushed tones of the place, with the soft melody of what sounded like Don’t Cry by Guns n’ Roses emanating quietly from a jukebox in the corner.

As you approached the bar, a burly middle-aged man emerged from some double saloon-style doors behind the bar, and he punched open the cash register. He began pulling bills out of the drawer, counting them out. “Excuse me,” you started tentatively, but the man simply held up a finger, silently commanding you to wait as he counted the cash. Behind the bar was a large mirror that looked like it had been cleaned basically never, with nearly every surface covered with polaroids and newspaper clippings. Your eyes wandered over the bits and scraps of memorabilia as you waited. The place was undoubtedly past its prime, a seedy dive if there ever was one, but you got the fleeting impression that someone still cared about this dump.

“Sorry, honey. What can I get you?” the burly man asked, his eyes coming up to rest on your face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw you; you clearly were not the sort of patron he was used to seeing in there. Too young and too clean, you imagined.

“Hi, I’m actually supposed to start working here tonight,” you said. “Are you Tom?”

The man nodded. “That’s me. So you must be Cassidy,” he replied, using the false name you had chosen for yourself. You nodded. “You ever work in a bar before, Cassidy?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “My uncle had a bar in…” you hesitated, unsure if you should use your real city, and decided against it. “Chicago,” you said. If Tom sensed your hesitation, he gave no sign of it.

“Well then, welcome to Tom’s Tavern. We’ll have you bar-backing for a few weeks while you learn the ropes. Don’t let this quiet time fool you,” he warned, gesturing vaguely around the establishment. “It can get pretty rowdy around here. But don’t worry, I’m usually around, and our main bartender is here every night. He’s younger, like you. He’ll have your back. You have any trouble, just holler, and one of us will come help you.” You smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat reassured.

“Where is he, anyway,” Tom mused, looking around as if he’d misplaced his car keys. “Eddie!” He bellowed. “Where the hell’d you go, man?”

The double doors behind the bar flew open, and a slim man roughly half Tom’s age emerged, carrying three cases of beer stacked on top of each other in his arms. His flannel sleeves were rolled up enough for you to catch a glimpse of some tattoos, but the stacked cases of beer were tall enough to obscure his face.

“What, Tom, I’m right here,” the other man said, before adding, “fuck, a little help?”

Tom hurriedly took the top two cases and set them on the bar as the other man set down the final case with a thump, and he immediately ripped open the top and started pulling out bottles, stuffing them into the cooler below the bar.

“Jesus Ed,” Tom scolded. “I know you’re young but you’ll blow your fuckin’ back out trying to carry all that shit at once. Take two trips, man.”

“Thanks mom,” the younger man smirked, not looking up as he unloaded the beer.

So this is Eddie, you thought to yourself, and relief flooded you when you saw that he looked somewhat normal. Normal, and pretty damned good looking, actually. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a few stray curls framing his surprisingly handsome face. His dark eyes were hooded as he focused on his task of unloading the beer, and you could see that he was slim but strong, his lean muscles flexing beneath the t-shirt he wore under his unbuttoned flannel shirt.

“Ed,” Tom said, pointedly.

“Yeah?” Eddie replied, finally looking up. His eyes settled on you, and he paused in his task, pulling a bandanna out of his back pocket to dry the condensation from his hands. “Oh,” he said simply, as he registered your presence.

“This is the new girl. Cassidy. She’s starting today.”

“Hi,” you said, giving an awkward little wave.

“Hi,” Eddie replied, before turning to Tom. “Really?” he said, his tone one of mild incredulity. Your heart sank into your stomach. “Is she another runaway?” he asked.

“I’m right here,” you said, your voice monotone. His eyes flicked to yours. “Are you another runaway?” he repeated with the same inflection.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Jesus Eddie, you’re a real welcome wagon. This is Cassidy, she’s starting tonight, so show her the ropes will ya? And don’t be an asshole,” he said, before heading into the back room.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie replied in a conciliatory tone. “Sorry it’s just…everyone who comes here that looks…” he paused to look you up and down. “Well, like you… they don’t last long. They show up, give it a whirl for a week or two, and then disappear without a word.”

“Well…” you started, but he cut you off.

“Because nooobody,” he drawled, lengthening his words musically. “Nobody actually comes here to work on purpose, and they have nooo intention of staying very long. So little old me gets left in the lurch. A lot.” he resumed his task of putting away the beer, tearing open the second case. “So what’s your story?” he asked.

“I’m sure you have me pegged already,’ you said with a smirk, as you opened up the third case and started lining bottles up for him to easily access. “What about you, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?” you asked, deflecting.

“Nice try princess,” he said, “we’re not talking about me.”

“I’m in witness protection,” you deadpanned, making him look at you again. “I ratted on the Chicago mafia and now they’re gunning for me.”

“Nice,” Eddie replied, playing along. “So naturally they sent you to America’s asshole and not…some nice bungalow in Tampa?”

You huffed out a surprised laugh. “Maybe the government is punishing me a little. I’m no saint.”

“I would expect not,” he said, dryly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“I just needed a change,” you said. “There’s no salacious tale. I just had to…” you broke off, unsure of what to say.

“Escape?” Eddie finished, looking at you expectantly.

“Something like that.” you nodded.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, his voice laced with what sounded almost like sadness. “We get a lot of that around here.”

A couple of hours had passed by without incident. Eddie showed you around the place, showed you the nooks, crannies and quirks. He told you the bar usually had live music on Friday and Saturday nights, the clientele was a cross between biker, urban redneck and sauced cougar, the latter of which regularly tried to get a piece of Eddie. “This one lady, Hazel. Once she downs her fifth whiskey, she tries to grab my junk. Often,” Eddie told you, making you laugh. “Oh she’s gonna hate you,” he said, before moving on to the next tidbit. He was hard not to like; you had known him so briefly and yet he had an easiness about him that helped you relax. You had been through so much stress and heartache and coming to Detroit, to this dive, had been no different. But maybe, just maybe, this experience would be a pleasant surprise.

“Man, what time is it?” Eddie asked absentmindedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “Oh shit, it’s six. Get ready for some motor city madness.”

“What?” you replied, half laughing, half confused.

“Any minute now, this place is gonna get crazy. Not friday night crazy, but it still gets pretty nuts.”

“Oh boy,” you replied. “What do you want me to do?”

“Tom just wants you bar-backing for a while, so just go around, pick up empty bottles and glasses, wipe down the tables, that kind of stuff.”

You nodded. “I can do that. How hard can it be?”

By eleven o’clock, you were beginning to wonder if you had been mistaken in your earlier impression that this place could be some sort of haven for you. You were only able to pick up half the empty bottles and glasses discarded by the clientele; the other half needed to be swept or gathered up in pieces. You had been leered at, nearly grabbed several times by grubby, calloused fingers, whistled at, almost knocked over several times by drunken men, and Tom had to come out and bellow at people several times to behave. And it’s only Wednesday?!

Eddie handled all the drink orders with ease, deftly maneuvering his way up and down the bar and making it look simple. He never paused to take a break, but if he was tired he gave no sign of it. Nobody gave him a hard time though, and he traded greetings and playful barbs with the clients like a pro, clearly liked by the regulars.

By the time the last patron stumbled out the door, which was quickly shut and locked by Tom, you were nearly ready to collapse. Eddie’s hairline showed a light sheen of sweat but no other apparent sign of fatigue, and yet you were ready to curl up in the corner, mysterious sticky fluids be damned.

“How you doing, kid?” Tom asked you. “I barely had a chance to check up on you. You hang in there alright tonight?”

You could only nod and give a weak thumbs up.

“I’d say for her first day she did pretty well,’ Eddie said, smirking. “Clearly the young lady does have some experience. Look, she’s still standing and everything.”

You managed to huff out a tired laugh. “I can’t decide if I’m more tired or hungry right now.”

“You definitely need fuel,” Eddie said. “When’s the last time you ate?”

You had to think about it. “Shit. Lunch time, more than twelve hours ago.”

Eddie paused, thinking. “Where are you staying?”

“Um, near Sixth and Central? A few blocks from here.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “There’s a decent 24 hour diner around the corner from there. Grab yourself some grub and get some sleep. Come here,” he said.

You walked over to the bar that Eddie was in the process of wiping down. He stopped and turned to the register, pulling out some cash. He pushed three twenties across the bar to you. “After a little while, if you decide to stick around, I’ll cut you in on tips.”

“Sixty bucks? That’s a lot of money for cleaning up,” you said.

“You earned it kid,” Tom said. “Hey Ed,” he continued. “You gonna let her walk home alone? It’s probably not a good idea.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip, thinking. “Yeah, I can walk you over to the diner. Can you finish cleaning up, Tom?”

“Yeah yeah, get out of here,” Tom replied with a wave of his hand.

The October chill had definitely taken hold of Detroit, and at this late hour you really wished you had more than a light denim jacket. The cool late night breeze sent fallen leaves skittering down the deserted street. This part of town was adjacent to an industrial area and there were few residents. It felt desolate; the dark streets only occasionally lit by the headlights of a passing car, and you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

“Do you usually walk home alone?” You asked Eddie, as he strolled quietly beside you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Yeah, not a lot of choice in the matter. It’s too close to call a cab.”

“Don’t you get scared?” you asked.

“Nah, this….this is not scary. Trust me.”

There was something about his tone that made you look up at him. He stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable. It spooked you.

“What– what do you mean by that?”

After a beat his dark eyes found yours. His lips twitched up into the faintest ghost of a smile. “Nothing,” he said, simply.

You started to wonder if you weren’t the only one who had a past they were trying to escape.

The rest of the walk was quiet. You didn’t really know what to say after that, and you were too tired to think up small talk anyway. Eddie seemed content to walk in companionable silence, and so were you.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the diner, and you paused at the door before entering.

“Coming in?” you asked Eddie.

“Nah,” he replied, his breath visibly puffing out into the cold night air. “I’m good. I’m going to get home.”

“Oh,” you said, disappointed. “Alright then.”

Eddie seemed to notice your disappointment. “Listen,” he sighed. “You seem cool and everything. And I hope it works out with you at the bar and all that, I really do. But…but I’m not trying to make friends or anything.”

This took you by surprise. You seemed to be getting along earlier in the evening, and you would be lying if the idea of making a friend during this crazy time wasn’t comforting to you. Disappointment washed over you like a cold wave, leaving loneliness in its wake.

You had trouble coming up with something to say to that; part of you wanted to blurt out that you really needed a friend, that having someone to talk to right now would be incredible, but you could only slump your shoulders in defeat, “Ok, that’s cool,” you said lamely.

“It’s nothing personal,” Eddie said, leaning down a little to be closer to your level. “I’m honestly not trying to be a dick. But if you want friends, I’m not your guy, that’s all.” It seemed important to him somehow; that you understand it wasn’t personal. Weirdly enough, it did take away the sting a tiny bit, but not much.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” you said, trying to force a smile, but honestly, you were too exhausted to give it more than the minimum effort.

“Ok. Well, take it easy. See you tomorrow,” Eddie said, and just like that, he turned and walked away from you.

You watched his departing figure for a minute, and realized that he was right. This was for the best; you weren’t there to make friends either. You were there because you needed to be as far from your hometown as you could get but you had no college degree, no resume, and you needed a place to live and money to earn. You could not form attachments to anyone. It was too dangerous.

You may have been joking about being in witness protection, but Eddie wasn’t too far from the mark when he judged you the moment he looked at you. You were escaping, but not in the metaphorical sense, you had literally barely escaped with your life, and you were planning on only being in town long enough to make some money before moving on to the next place. Eddie clearly sensed it, and you couldn’t fault him for being right.

What you couldn’t have possibly known, was that the young man who was so simultaneously endearing and disappointing had been through literal hell himself, and the two of you had more in common than either of you could guess.

But for now, it was time to grab an egg sandwich before getting some much needed shuteye. Tomorrow was going to be another grueling day at Tom’s Tavern, after all.

Author's note: Thank you for reading. This is really just an introduction; there is a lot more drama coming for our heroine and our beloved Eddie, so stay tuned. Reblogs and feedback are so appreciated!

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PART TWO

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Evil is Everywhere (4)

Part 4 is here!!! Ch.1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 5 are all attached paring: Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

TW: Kidnapping, Abuse, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Sexual Abuse, Torture. MINORS YOU KNOW ITS A DNI GO FIND STEVE.

Summary: A serial killer kidnapped you, will Billy find you in time? Or will you be lost forever?

Please take the Trigger Warnings seriously! Mental health first babes!! This is the most intense one! After this it will be fluff central!

I do not give anyone permission to copy my work or post it anywhere else.

Eddie Munson checked his shoulder to make sure Steve was still covering him as he picked the Johnson’s back door lock. Billy waited in the car, promising not to go inside just in case the guys found something that would send him over the edge. Steve insisted on trying to get a neighbor to open the door but Billy and Eddie liked breaking in odds more.

“I need to be friends with less criminals.”

Steve sighed as Eddie broke open the door. Everyone knew Andy’s parents left on weekends because he used to throw parties often. The scary part was not knowing the psychopaths scheduled. The two found Andy’s room fairly easily and carefully pilfered through the room. They searched the closet, drawers and vents and found nothing. Steve was about to call it when Eddie checked under the mattress.

“Oh shit…”

He held up the mattress for Steve to see at least 30 Polaroid photos spread out. They quickly collected them, only a few were of the other missing students…but most of them were of you. Steve grabbed three that were clearly taken within the last two days.

“Billy doesn’t see these.”

“See what?”

Billy stood in the door, coming in after the 5 minutes they agreed on to check on them. Steve stuck the photos in his jacket pocket.

“Nothing. Let’s go. We’ve got some stuff to show Hopper.”

Billy didn’t move.

“What are you hiding from me Steve.”

Billy wasn’t asking.

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“Please…lover…no more photos.”

You were crying. He’d forcefully ripped all your clothes from your body and you were now tied to pole and exposed to Andy. He’d bitten down on parts of your body, hard. Dried blood tightened your skin around your breasts and neck. The deep blue and purple bruises on your stomach from the baseball bat covered the hickies. You were so deprived of food and water there were no tears in your body left to cry.

“Shut up whore.”

The flash went off again and it was followed up by a punch to the ribs.

“Schnookms, don’t tell your master what to do.”

Andy showered you with kisses and his hands wandered over your body. He came often to photograph you and make you feel worse and worse and worse. He hadn’t fully raped you, but he played with you until you cried, vomited or passed out; and he kept taking photos.

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Eddie and Steve got Billy in the car without showing him the photos but Billy was dead eyeing Steve the entire drive.

“Look Billy. She wouldn’t want y—“

“Don’t fucking tell me what my girlfriend wants Steve.”

Steve winced at Billy’s tone and looked to Eddie for help, who was trying to melt and hide into the seat.

“Don't look at me. I'd want to see them too if I was in Billy's shoes. If someone had my girl and did the same thing id freak the fuck out.”

Steve rolled his eyes and kept the bag of photos they put together close to his chest.

“I’ll let Hop decide if you get to see them.”

Billy’s hands tightened around the wheel and he stopped on the gas.

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“APOLOGIZE TO ME NOW!!”

You were gasping for breath. Andy had put a towel over your face and began to hose your face, waterboarding you. You pushed and pulled against the restraints that were now cutting into your arms and legs. You fought to stay conscious, focusing on whatever you could. He had a hose, he was close to some place with water. The water stopped and the towel was removed, you were left gasping for air when he pushed you down in your restraints.

“Apologize. To. Me.”

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“SHOW ME THE DAMN PHOTOS.”

Billy pushed Steve HARD, they were outside the police station but every cop in Hawkins was out looking for you. Since the other kids had died, you had turned into an Angel. Everyone worrying about you and remembering all the good things about you, but Billy was the only one who loved you. The fact the Steve thought he deserved to see the photos over Billy sent him over the edge.

“Chill out man! You don’t want to fucking see them! Trust me!”

Steve kept his distance and Eddie tried to stand between the two of them.

‘Come in Max!! MAX! COME IN’

The walkie talkie in Billy’s car went off. Max must have left it in there the last time he drove her to meet her dorky little friends. It was Dustin, so Billy ignored it and when Steve went to get it Billy pushed him hard enough to knock him to the ground.

“The photos Harrington.”

‘MAX THEY FOUND THE VAN. PICK UP. WE NEED TO FIND BILLY!!’

Billy almost ripped off his car door when he grabbed the walkie talkie.

“Max is with Lucas on the north side looking for Y/N. She’s probably out of range. Where is the van.”

Billy was surprisingly calm when talking to the kid. You’d gotten on him for how mean he was to them and he really wanted to try and do better. Especially since they were Max’s friends. He wanted to do better for the both of you. He was still white knuckling the car door though.

“Hop is out here now, but it’s by Loch Nora! We’re hiding from the cops cuz they’ll kick us out. Get out here as fast as you can. We will listen to what we can. Over and out”

Billy revved the engine. Steve and Eddie stepped away from the car.

“We will wait here for Hopper. Find out what you can.”

Steve nodded at Billy and the sound of Billy’s car taking off toward Loch Nora filled the air while Steve and Eddie exhaled a relieved breath.

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Finally you were alone again, you started to find comfort in the sound of the rats because that meant Andy was gone. The cold started to settle in, making you shiver. You cried tears you didn’t know you had left, and you let them all out. Your body was tired, used and bruised. Andy had only fed you once, the only water you were getting was from the torture. You fought it, but eventually the weight of everything hit you and you passed out in the cold.

You dreamt of Billy and the group in the days after Vecna was finally defeated. There was a group picnic by lovers lake, Billy didn’t want to go but you begged him. You two showed up late but it was so fun, you played in the lake with the kids and Hop brought a grill to cook out on. Even Billy relaxed and played football with Steve and Robin and bit. You were happy, and you remembered how safe you felt in Billy’s arms as he wrapped his body around you to tell you the food was ready. You heard a snap and Joyce had taken a photo of you two.

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Billy looked at the Polaroid in his wallet, the two of you at lovers lake. He shyly asked Joyce for the photo when you weren’t paying attention; it kept him sane most days. Now he was staring at it before going to find the kids, trying to remember to stay calm and be the kind of man you wanted him to be. Despite how god damn angry and sad he was.

“Billy!”

“Fucking hell Sinclair! I thought you were with Max on the other side?”

On cue, Billy saw his sister walk up to the car; she looked like shit. He imagined they both looked the same, sleep deprived and sad. Billy got out of the car to find El and Will coming to his car.

“Hey kid. Anything?”

They tried to see if Eleven could find her, but outside of the Upside Down she struggled to use her abilities. No one wanted her to open another portal on accident either.

“She’s alive and in Hawkins. She’s getting weaker by the hour but that’s all I can feel.”

She’s alive. That was good. Billy needed to hear that. Will filled them him in on the Van situation. Unfortunately Dustin got caught by Hopper so he was sitting in the back of his cop car but there was blood in the van. Andy must only use it for the kidnappings because it hasn’t been seen around town at all in the last few days and it was ice cold to the touch. Winter was getting colder, and she was stuck with a crazy person.

“What kind of Van was it?”

“Radio Shack, she has to be around here somewhere.”

All the kids flinched as Hopper’s knowing voice came from behind them. Dustin was right next to him.

“All the kids need to go. Billy…we need to talk. Either the kids Wait in your car or they go back with the deputy.”

Max and Billy were close to home, the last thing they needed was for her to be seen in a cop car.

“If anyone touches anything, you’re all dead.”

Max smiled to herself and everyone piled in the car. Billy was too focused on the fact that you were probably 5 miles from his house and he still couldn’t find you.

“Someone found some stuff for you. It’s at the station.”

Hopper nodded but he seemed off.

“What is it?”

“We found her clothes.”

Billy’s veins went colder than the freezing lake.

“El says she still alive. I believe her. She has to be in the woods… we’ll fi-“

“There’s an abandoned shed by the river. I used to go there when Neil…”

Hopper nodded, frantic now just like Billy.

“I got it. We’re going now. Get the kids back.”

“Fuck no.”

Billy went back and gave his keys to Max.

“Get to the police station. Tell Steve we know where she is. You know what to do.”

Max’s eyes went wide and she nodded. Billy took off after Hopper. He was going to be there when they found you.

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“You. We’re. Useless.”

Andy had ditched his baseball bat for a studded belt, cutting you with every whip. You tried to fight, but there wasn’t much left in you. You were cold, broken and beaten. Andy was fucking crazy.

“Fuck….you….”

You spit at him as your head started to sway. You tried to stay awake because you feared if you passed out; you’d never wake up.

“Yo..you’re…noth…nothing…”

Andy screamed but his last hit never came. Lifting your head, you saw the police…and Billy. He found you.

“Bi…Billy….”

Your body went slack.

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End of part 4! Final part is next!!

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Dont Leave Me

Will Byers x Platonic!Reader

Stranger things 4 spoilers!

Request: I need some angst like a ship that is very wholesome that you thought they’ll have a happy ending and instead they got a sad one.

Will Byers x reader where the reader is a new girl in town just like Max, she would always carry a polaroid around. (Y/n) was good in wrestling due to her father who was a pro wrestler and moved to Hawkins to settle in.

They met in the woods, (y/n) was taking some pictures of flowers. She encountered Will, and it seemed that they keep hanging out at the same place. (Y/n) even helped him from the mind flayer where they meditated. Will always felt safe and peaceful around her.

The gang would even tease them for being close, even though they weren’t together yet, and in season 4 when they were rescuing Eleven, at the dessert.

She was shot and Will was the one holding her close as he was trying to stop her from bleeding. He was crying badly that (y/n) was still alive luckily and got her to the hospital. Will stayed by her side and he was afraid of losing her again. @oyasumimosura

A/N: AU where Will actually has a good friend that cares about him that isn’t just Mike ignoring him for El >:( REQUESTSARE OPEN (SPECIFIACLLY EDDIE)

Hawkins was never what you expected. When you were 12, you moved here with your parents, you weren’t excited by any means. You were leaving New York City behind. But you had to accept it, your dad was a pro wrestler and he was set to retire, and he didn’t want to be around the temptation of jumping back into the ring. So, it was agreed to move back to your parents' quaint small town of Hawkins. Your family had visited over the years, to see family, for holidays, but you barely knew anyone here you weren’t related to, it made going to school a lot scarier. Your dad, the ever protective, had taught you how to defend yourself, mainly for the possible case of mugging in the city, but also for his own piece of mind. To say you were a talented wrestler was an understatement, you were trained by one of the best in new york.

And so here you were, in Hawkins. It had been a few days since you started. You’d made a few friends, but nothing major, you still sat and ate lunch alone. To combat the fear you walked around the middle school, looking for any good spots to take pictures. A polaroid camera that was practically attached to your hip was your best friend, eventually you stumbled across a field in the back of the school. Just far enough for it to be calm, but close enough to hear the bell signalling the end of lunch. Smiling, You set your things down and began happily snapping the meadow, the wild flowers, the trees, a few birds, all until your camera had run out of film. Huffing, you sat with your bag and began to change the film, convinced you were completely alone, all up until you saw a pair of legs standing in front of you. Looking up in surprise you saw him, your eyes widened, before you could speak he noticed the pile of pictures beside you that had just developed.

“No way, these are amazing.” The boy smiled at you as he bent down and took the pile, gently flipping through them and admiring each one individually. You smiled at him.

“Thanks, it's just a silly hobby, I didn’t think anyone would come out here.” You spoke gently as he took a seat beside you “What's your name?”

“Will Byers, I’m in your history class.” He smiled

“Im Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.”

That is where your friendship began. The two of you would meet there regularly to talk and take pictures, Will even began borrowing library books to help identify the birds or the flowers that grew there. By the time you were 14 and had left Middle School, the two of you were nearly experts on every species you had come across in the small meadow.

Not to say there were downsides of the friendship, but there were definitely obstacles. The minute you found out about the Upside down, the demogorgon, everything Will had been through, you were petrified. This prompted a promise to him, that if things ever got bad again, you’d be right by his side.

When he was possessed by the mind flayer, you brought him to the meadow with Joyce and Johnathan, hoping that somehow that would help him. It did, eventually you broke through to him, only briefly, after spending 5 minutes pointing out the different plant life of the meadow. He looked up at you with scared eyes and repeated the name of some tree you had spoken to him.

“Y/N… I don’t want this, help me.” He muttered to you, the fear in his voice was evident. But it was evidence to you, Joyce, and Johnathan that he was still in there. You stuck by his side with Nancy and Johntahn through everything, through trying to burn the mind flayer from him, and to the minute he woke up. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of your life. But you wouldn’t give up on your best friend.

After that, you became friends with everyone, you’d had wanted to meet them before that, but the opportunity never came up. They convinced you to play DND, start playing video games, Max taught you how to skate, you had sleepovers with her and El, and life was bliss for a while. All up until the events at Starcourt, when Joyce packed hima nd the rest of the family up to California.

It broke your heart to leave your best friend, but you wrote to him as often as you could. Visiting the meadow, and snapping pictures of whatever you could. Many letters had attached pictures of your friends, even of Eddie and Hellfire once you started highschool. The two of you had a scheduled phone call every sunday night, you’d discuss what had happened through the week in person, get any missed details from letters, and just talk, whatever you could fit into the 30 minutes your parents agreed on when Will moved. When Mike approached you about going to California on Spring Break with him, so he could visit El, and you to see Will you were ecstatic.

Right off the plane you practically tackled Will into a hug before saying your hellos to Johnathan and El, and the four of you were soon off to the roller rink. Things happened, like El smacking the bitchy girl in the face with a roller skate. You were shocked, but also proud that she could stick up for herself like that, also admiring her form when she threw the punch. Of course you’d taught her how to do that, what's the point of having a wrestler dad if you didn’t teach your friends self defence after all?

And then everything went south. The cops, the agents, El ebing taken to Nina, not exactly how you envisioned spring break, but then again nothing in your life since moving had been normal. Unexpectedly you found yourself in a Surfer Boy Pizza van, with Will, Mike, Jonathan, and Argyle ona rescue mission for El. After many arguments, and wrong turns, the five of you were tearing through the desert to the coordinates that Susie had found and you were close to the base. From the back you saw helicopters, people being shot at, and El, stood there with her powers back in full force. The five of you ran out of the van and tried to reach her as fast as you could. You were near the forefront, being a lot more athe;tically able than the rest thanks to your dad, one of the first to reach her as bullets were flying. She was concentrating on the helicopter that was shooting at her. Just before you reached her you shouted to her, a mistake on your part.

El’s concentration wavered just long enough for a stray bullet to hit you square in the shoulder. You let out a scream and fell to the floor. Though, it gave El enough anger to concentrate into her powers, and just as you hit the ground, so did the helicopter. All attention was on you. On the ground, writhing in agony. Willow was the first to reach you, he held you in your arms as you cried.

“Y/N! Y/N! Stay with me you're ok, you're fine i promise-” His voice was shaking as he held you, Jonathan was on your otherside with Mike, El and Argyle stood around you. Jonathan took his jacket off and pressed it hard against your shoulder and you let out another scream.

Will had tears in his eyes as he held you. He was shaking, trying to keep you conscious.

“We need to go, guys look!” Mike shouted, he could see the soldiers emerging from the bunker, without another word Johnathan scooped you up in his arms and with the rest ran to the van.

You were lying on El’s lap as she tried to soothe you, Will was a mess, MIke was panicking, Jonathan was desperately trying to stop the bleeding while Argyle drove the van out as fast as he could.

“Y/N, you’re going to be okay, okay? We’re gonna get you to a hospital, and you’re going to be fine.” He held tightly onto your hand as you grew pale, your breathing was hitched and you nodded, unable to speak.

Eventually, you were taken to the hospital. Some story was created about a rouge shooter on the road and the doctors had assured everyone you were going to be fine. There was still the world to save, and so Mike Johnathan and Argyle went off to do whatever they were doing, while Will stayed by your side in the Hospital. You were going to be fine, you just needed rest and time to heal. Will had never been so relieved.

He was sitting in the chair beside yours, you had been asleep and he was busy reading some sci fi comic he had found in the waiting room. When you woke up you rolled your head to the side and smiled.

“Hey loser.” You chuckled as he whipped his head up and smiled at you, he jumped and gave you a tight hug, quickly moving away after you let out a pained ‘Ouch!’, slightly forgetting the reason you were here.

“I was so worried. You can’t do that to me again Y/N I cant lose my best friend.” He stood over you, you gave him a smile and took his hand.

“Of course I won’t. Who else is going to document the wildlife of Hawkins for you while you're in california?” He chuckled and leant down to give you another hug, this time being wary of your shoulder.

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