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Save a Horse | Ethan Edwards

summary: as the bombshell of Umich, you set your sights on Ethan and don’t give up, not without a fight.

song: Cowgirls - Morgan Wallen

request: yes/no

warnings: underaged drinking, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.58k

authors note: this has me thinking that a part two should be in order. Don’t usually write with such a boss reader but literally loved it. This thing took me much longer than I want to admit but I wanted the first piece since we hit 500 followers to be perfect! If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

You surely knew what you were doing right?

The way you looked tonight in your little costume as you danced with your friends, the way your laugh lit up the room as one of the seniors tried their luck with you. The way your nose did that little scrunching thing that it does whenever you get excited that makes Ethan absolutely weak in the knees.

It should have been torture, the way your eyes lingered over Ethan throughout the night when you’d bite your lip and tilt your hat in his direction.

But the boy remained where he always was as his doubts clouded his mind, you were a total bombshell and you knew it. As a result of that though it meant you had been through the experience of sleeping with some of the hottest guys on campus. Because when you look the way you do and have no desire for a relationship, you’ll have men falling at your feet as they fight to the death to be the one in your bed.

Ethan had started to like you in freshman year, you were a sophomore and at some party when the Canadian spilt his drink on your white shirt and has he begun to panic when your black bra became obvious under the wet fabric. He thought you were going to kill him but instead you flashed him a smile and let your southern charm do it’s thing “don’t worry about it darling.” You sent him a wink as you squeezed his shoulder.

All of his friends had watched the interaction in shock as you sent those boys a salute before you walked off. The sight was amusing as all of the freshman hockey players had their mouths open as their jaws were practically on the floor.

A year on and his feelings for you didn’t let up, during hockey season when you’d see him and congratulate him for the teams wins he swore he might as well have not spoken English because you left him speechless.

You watched hockey? You watched him play? You, the absolute babe watched Ethan?

Was all that could go through his mind.

“You better not screw him over peach,” Owen sighed as he connected to the FaceTime call with you.

Owen quickly became your college bestie when you two had three classes together in freshman year. Sure Owen loved you but he also knew that Ethan’s heart wouldn’t handle it if you did what you always did.

A scoff left your lips “I’m going to his hockey game, not his wedding.” You pointed out as you continued to line your lips.

The hockey player smiled as you said that “wedding, aeh? That’s a little bit early even for you to be thinking about that.” He teased causing you to roll your eyes “now do I look cute or what?” You asked as you flipped the camera off “so sweet peach!” When Owen learnt you were from Georgia that became your nickname, why was only an answer that he knew and refused to tell you.

Ethan almost died when he saw you after game in that 73 jersey, sure he gave it to you in the hopes that you’d wear it but he never actually thought you would be in that yellow jersey and look happy about it “you played well today darling!” You cooed as you pulled him into a hug.

You might have treated Ethan like he was one of your friends, which he still didn’t know how he got himself into that position. But you wanted more from him, all of your advances seemed to either fall on deaf ears or you were starting to think he wasn’t interested in you.

Sure the chase was fun but when you don’t come back with a sliver of success after months of trying, it begins to grow boring. Which was why you had been cold to Ethan this past week. For the first time in years you were feeling stupid about a boy, something about him made you feel ready to change your normal ways and swap them in for something more stable but here he was not interested.

So as you were close to the end of winning another beer pong game Ethan couldn’t help but watch as Nick stood by your side pretending to coach you through the game. When your ball went into another cup “let’s go!” The boy cheered as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

The Canadian grew jealous as he thought about you replacing him with Nick, maybe the senior was the man who you were now talking to.

Despite the fact that you were the only thing that went through his mind. He thought you were interested in him, nobody seemed to captivate your attention in the way that he did. Yet the thing that caused his hesitation was the fact that you never stayed with a person for long once you got their attention.

You pouted your lips as you locked eyes with Ethan. His Scooby Doo jumpsuit made him feel stupid as you looked like a sight for sore eyes with your denim corset and little matching mini skirt.

Somehow despite it all he was all you wanted “I’ll be back,” you mumbled to Nick as you won the game letting yourself take a celebratory shot of vodka.

The senior smirked as he saw what caught your eye “just behave,” he warned as you placed your hands on your hips “when don’t I?” You asked as you smiled.

Ethan watched as you sauntered over to his side “I like this outfit,” you confessed as you toyed with the zipper.

It made him stutter “r-really?” His eyes went wide as he caught the sight of your breasts that were only hidden by the blue material.

You smirked as you pulled him into the kitchen with you “wanna do a shot with you,” you explained as here was your final idea to see if Ethan liked you or not.

This was the moment that if he was able to resist your advance then you’d accept your fate and lose him forever.

Members of the hockey team looked in awe as Ethan’s eyes never left your back, the way he followed you like a little lamb was something they would have teased him about if you weren’t, well you.

Ethan pulled out two shot glasses “you’re gonna drink this one,” he explained as he motioned to his favourite tequila.

You smiled as you twirled your hair through your fingers “I think you’re the one in charge now,” you mumbled as you took the cowboy hat off of your head as you placed it on his own.

He wanted to die as you let out that angelic little giggle “want to see you suck this baby,” you watched as he placed the lime on his lips letting it rest in his mouth.

You nodded as you grabbed the salt shaker from the table “gotta start it off right,” you pointed out as you forced his hand into a fist as you let the salt land on his fist.

Ethan’s breathing turned unstable as his eyes never left yours, not when you licked his hand, not as you took the shot and let your lips wrap around the glass like you would if it was his cock.

When the devilish smile formed on your face was when he finally let his eyes move, you stood on your tippy toes letting bite into the lime.

The sour taste poured into your mouth when you pulled away from him “did I do something wrong?” Ethan asked as he watched you grab the lime from his lips “thought about tasting something sweeter,” you explained as your fingers ran over the rim of your that was still on his head.

If it was the other way around you would have been pulling upstairs so that you could ride him like he was the last man you were ever going to sleep with. But since it wasn’t you tried to remain calm “think you should have worked harder for it cowgirl.” His voice was husky as he placed his hands on either side of you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of what his fingers could do to you “been making me work for too long with no reward.” You mumbled as your lips turned into a pout.

Ethan smiled as he placed your hat back on your head “now you can really get what you want,” he ran his finger over your plump lower lip.

A groan left your lips as you didn’t know what to do “you’re a cruel man Edwards,” you grumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows “you want your reward?” He wanted to hear you beg.

To see the vulnerability that you had never shown before with anyone else “please,” you whimpered as his thumb massaged the bare skin between your skirt and your top.

The feeling caused you to gasp, it seemed like that was the moment Ethan’s self restraint was thrown out of the window as he let his lips rough up against your own mixing the taste of beer and the different liquors that you had been drinking.

His shorts grew tight as the smell of your perfume mixed with the feeling of your lips made him want to come “let’s move this to the bedroom,” he groaned as he let his lips hover over yours.

“Who’s the needy one now?”

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satocidal · 6 months

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “The Stars say Hello” — Gojo Satoru

— Word count: 2.1k

—A/n: it wasn’t meant to become long at all- idk what happened.

— Warnings: character death; established relationship; toxic way of dealing with emotions<3 (not proofread!); hurt no comfort(?)

~5 Times Satoru Gojo’s Infinity touched you~

~4 Times you felt it~

The fates were twisted.

Your giggle ran through the hallway, a cheeky grin he held, an annoyed smile adorned you as well.

“Satoru!” A huffed out breath, he’d kept you as is for about an hour now, “What do you want?”

Satoru Gojo was lanky, large hands, larger legs—a huge heart, and an even bigger smile he held.

“So damn impatient, fine, C’mere,” and all to your dismay, a hand grabbed rough, your body was pulled a-front along with himself.

“At least tell me what it is, you god damn-”

“-I learnt something, something new.” A face so bright, painted all so perfectly in his excitement—a smile creeped on your face all the same.

“Finally mastering our a, b, c’s are we?” Your smirk greeted his frown—“haha, you’re so funny,” casual, with his arm stuck on your shoulder.

A shove and an obvious expression.

“Go stand there, and take this,” a bunch of erasers, dull—clean, a mix—hastily shoved into your fist, “Go quicker would you?”

A roll of your eyes, “Yea yea, whatever,”

Your feet dragged along the grass, green, bright?

Did it seem so in the sun or was that afternoon all so amusing?

“Throw em’ at me,”

Your eyes bore at his figure, a brow raised, “you called me here so I could throw shit at you?”

Six eyes, they saw the ticks on your face well.

Six eyes, they saw everything.

“Can you do one job that I tell you-”

Childish banter- paused a moment too slow as you chucked the only, entirely white eraser up at him—and all to your shock, it bounced off.

Silence—then a chuckle, his.

Jaw hanging, eyes narrowed, “Wait- how did you-”

“Pretty cool huh?” The proud smirk only widened now then, “Suguru and I really are the strongest aren’t we?”

Another eraser chucked at him, this time the dirtiest, almost blackened.

“No- how did you,” confounded, you moved—all too quick, right beside him—eyes barred from him, a thin layer—never more far apart you’d stood—infinity against you.

“You can’t even touch me at your will now,” he snickered, the words would faint into the mind of his later—all too late—you can’t even touch him at will now.

No one can.

Proven correct, he stood taller—proud, insatiable, too proud.

More twisted were the tales they crafted.

The night lay lit up by the moon alone—shining upon you, upon him.

“The stars,” you watched his smile, almost as if etched upon his face—you adored it, you adored him.

“What about them?”

His smile faltered, a moment—you noted as always—“They’re a thousand light years away,” a statement, nothing to be added.

A silence blanketed the two of you, the night was warm—Satoru’s body lay cold as ever, yours snuggled into his—lying alone on the hill, simply upon a blanket—together.

The hill that you wanted to die upon, you’d joked often.

“Like almost this far,” you looked up to find his hand outstretched —“touch it,” he snickered.

A small smile you let out, “I swear if it’s-”

“-do it,” Satoru whined, eliciting another grin from you.

“Ok ok, you big baby.”

Your hand stretched out too—to touch his, to hold him- and oh how the infinity kept him safe, kept him away.

A pout rested on your lips as Satoru giggled, “that’s how far they are,”

“You’re so annoying,” and just then, clicked off—as if on a switch, the distance between was gone—to that which tended the infinity was soon engulfed into a hug from satoru to you.

“The stars look pretty tonight,” your words fell to almost deaf ears, his eyes stuck onto all that was above, on to all that was unachievable— to most.

“You look pretty every night,” he added, a soft chuckle, yours and his.

“What do you think is prettier? The moon or…”

The stars.

Not a night went by where you wouldn’t adore the eyes, in the sky and in his eyes.

Pity lay bared, his dimmed and the world only seemed to sparkle more.

“What do you think?”

A sharp inhale, sharper exhale, cerulean eyes looked at you—“I think the stars yearn to be recognised, I think the moon is beautiful but the stars aren’t recognised well enough,”

Head tilted to the side, you stared at him—fingers moving all among themselves, his face cupped now—“I think the moon is like you in every sense,” your words were hushed, scared, maybe?

A lean in from him, you leaned in too—foreheads pressed together then, “Be my star, please? Every and all—please?”

And the next morning, maybe You’d cringe, and chuckle together—all so sappy, but in the moment that played, all so vulnerable Satoru Gojo Sat for you, you swore upon your life that you’d be his, every little star in his skies.

“I think the stars would love you Toru’ —I think they’d love saving their hellos to you someday.”

Thin strands of a lifeline, played with, tampered by the fates all so easy.

“Nanami left,”

Your eyes shot up, the knife that chopped onions for dinner — it was Satoru’s birthday.

“Oh,” you mumbled, frown on your lips—“left for wh-”

“Left. He’s left Jujutsu, said he can’t deal with it—what an idiot,” the scoff was well heard, your heart thumped, visibly upset Satoru lay.

“Right,” you mumbled up again, “is there no way we could- we could con- convince him maybe?” Unsure you words hung, another scoff—an eye roll from satoru, your jaw clenched.

“I- I get you’re upset Toru’ but- you know, there are still many of us-”

“-shut up please.”

Silence.

Not the usual, not the warm kind—it pierced, your heart lay in its own shambles.

You stared at Satoru, not even apologetic, you wanted to cry.

The words and the meaning was clear, he didn’t want to hear you talk—but to a saddened mind, little solace do facts ever offer, right?

The flame dimmed—not yours, the sauce you were preparing, let down to thicken, while you moved slow—all towards him.

“I’m sorry, I- I just…I get it,” you swallowed hard, eyes narrowing at the cruel chuckle he let out.

“That’s where you’re wrong aren’t you?” Almost a cackle, it hurt to hear him.

Not a single word that you could offer, “You don’t get it, none of you do—you’ve never had people leave you like- like I’ve seen them-”

A hefty halt—“you’ve not experienced it—You didn’t see Suguru leave, you’re- you’re too,” his words hung. You didn’t want him to complete them.

Rest of his words were a blur, you stood shaky.

The distinction was obvious, apparent—breaking.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t like you at all, not since his infinity had bloomed—you stared at him as he got up and left, you hadn’t touched him to solace him, he hadn’t seen the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

Satoru and you never fought, when you did, you made it your responsibility to take in his harsh words, he didn’t know better—it was sad, he needed outlet.

It wasn’t healthy- you loved him.

It wasn’t healthy—satoru would apologise later.

It wasn’t healthy, your sauce, your dish had burnt.

Analogous.

It wasn’t healthy, you hadn’t touched but you knew his infinity was around—you knew a touch would’ve proved you right, would’ve pushed you all too far.

Braided once, the fates kept many a lives in-twined, for better or worse.

“We’re over,” a whisper- his.

“We’re over,” a mumble- yours.

Satoru Gojo cried of everyone leaving and yet, right in the hallway of the dorms he confessed to you as a student—exactly there he broke it off, this time as a teacher.

You’d not dared to question him, how could you? Gojo Satoru the ever right, if he said you were over then maybe you were.

Maybe the lost fingers of yours, maybe the empty carcass of an embrace that you yearned-maybe that was all false, pseudo.

The human brain was pertained to all that could be rigged—emotions an easy target.

So there you lay, bed empty—the bed sheet white, the duvet black—the ceilings tall and your closest a short. The bed sheets still smelled of him, you knew you’d get rid of it all.

A calm quiet settled over you, grief you’d heard, did that to people.

Holding onto that, which simply wasn’t yours.

A week since Satoru had proclaimed, so easy he’d made it seem—like second nature he’d mumbled “I love you” weeks ago, like second nature he said he was done.

And you wondered then, as the silence whistled through your ears, storm that was your emotions, if he’d ever actually cared.

That he had, Satoru Gojo always cared a lot.

That was his weakness—he supposed, you knew better.

His weakness was all that was his heart.

Too tricky, too hurt, dampening in its decisions.

His six eyes saw everything-as they had always, your tears he’d known, your misery he’d heard—to break up, solace to his heart.

As you lay alone, a thought propped in—silly thoughts, so erratic, to all that was destroyed of humanity was caused of erratic thoughts, spontaneity lay at fault.

From the first “I love you” mumbled against your hand, you were injured, Satoru was scared—a profession of his first love.

To all the many “I love you”s he let out- from in midst of lessons to practise and then when he made love to you for the first time—from then on to waking up beside him, the frequency rose and then fell.

Warm beds got cold when he couldn’t even wake up beside you, “I love you”s on call turned to ily on messages- to gn or gm and then, delivered.

To what was a silhouette of your love in the living room—the sun reflected through merrily, it was all but a shadow of you grabbing water from the kitchen as the moon shone through.

Satoru Gojo hadn’t turned on his infinity against you this time around but there was no need- before the separation the distances lay weeded out—before the separation, you already felt infinitely broken.

Merry, the fates are I suppose- as they cut off the strands one by one, cackling at the aftermath which was all rubble.

Blood, dust and death.

Yours.

An year since the break up, that didn’t matter, you loved him and him, you.

Opportunities lay bare, time, not quite so.

You thought of him, a lot, obsessively—incessantly, a maddening hunger yours—Satoru Gojo, the man people hoped for.

You yearned for him, you lived for him.

Until, you couldn’t.

“Y/n?” His voice was rough—shaky, uncontrolled, the night shone upon your dusted form in the night.

A weak whimper responded him, jaw clenched he walked into the rubble—“y/n? I-” words caught up, mouth dry, Satoru Gojo stood alone, rendered speechless.

“Toru’?” Your voice was so weak, he wanted to scold you for even bothering to speak—a choked gasp you let out as he knelt beside you—“pppplease,” you sobbed and oh how it broke his heart, “save me?”

Satoru wanted to cry—and he did, visible all to you, the moon shone on him perfectly as always

Satoru Gojo cried for of all the times he could’ve saved those who didn’t want to be saved, his tragedy lay at your feet—someone he just couldn’t.

“Shhh,” he mumbled, “shh, shh—you’ll be alright, don’t gotta be a crybaby about it yeah?”

A mindless nod you passed, well aware of his lies woven all so perfectly.

“I’m dying Toru’” you mused, warning yourself a dry chuckle—all so strange it stuck to him, Satoru had watched many deaths, yours? Not even his dreams dared so.

“Oh are you now? How can you tell?” He snapped back, another chuckle you let out—your last, together.

It was the same hill you’d spent hours in the night—another hour went by, your last—his last upon that hill too, perhaps.

“Don’t cry for me,”

“I’m not a god,”

That was true, Satoru Gojo, through all his strengths was, but a human.

Major fault? He could love—and he lost.

In that moment, his six eyes saw it all—the last of your breaths slipping away, his arms open wide for you—your quickening pace, “the moon looks pretty tonight,”

A tear rolled down his cheek, a smile you wore, your words heavy, “I’m not leaving you Toru’” your fingers moved weak—not strong enough to cup his face this time—so you stroked his hand—“I’ll be there with you,” his eyes followed yours, towards the stars.

“I’ll make sure the stars say their hellos to you,”

Gone.

In the way—away from him.

You didn’t know then, Satoru Gojo and his infinity did, the both lay scarred—you didn’t know but in the last moment of your life with him, Satoru’s infinity engulfed you whole—you didn’t feel it then, but as the world broke out around you, a haven Satoru had offered you.

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cemeteryspider · 2 months

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Only Human

Lucifer Morningstar x Archangel! Reader

Summary: Lucifer and an Archangel meet every century to discuss certain issues, through song... "Only Human" in the Deathnote Musical to be specific

@mygoldtears - this was their idea and I do not want to take credit for it (If you see this I hope you enjoy!)

Trigger Warnings: ANGST, grief, violence, angels (as their own warning)

Words Count: 1020

Under the comforting canopy of the Tree of Knowledge, you patiently awaited Lucifer, reveling in the dappling shadows cast by its ancient branches. Still, you waited for Lucifer in your usual spot. This is where every century you would meet to discuss angelic and demonic issues that were important to bring up to the higher angelic counsel.

Over centuries, you had become the sole attendee of Lucifer's pleas. You quite missed him and his crazy ideas, even if that's what made him fall.

His footsteps echoed a melancholic rhythm as Lucifer approached, a shadow of sorrow etched across his features. Every time the meeting was held the day after an extermination. Somehow, with each meeting, Lucifer lost more of his hope and enthusiasm. A pang of sorrow tugged at your celestial essence, but duty held you steadfast.

How else would Lucifer's ideas get to the all mighty of Heaven?

Perched on the edge of Heaven, his solemn gaze surveyed Earth, where the vibrant tapestry of life unfolded amidst bustling cities, factories casting shadows upon once pristine landscapes. If you focused hard enough you could see all the little people, running around with their unearned, free will.

"Look at how they crawl around upon the ground like little ants" Your mischievous grin earned a dismissive eye-roll from Lucifer.

"Yes, but how they fascinate confusing fate with what is merely chance" he mused, guiding you down to the land of the living, his gaze distant as if searching for answers in the bustling city below.

"Isn’t it a laugh?" As you pointed to all the people going into churches as if it made a difference where they ended up. Praying to a God that couldn't give a shit about them.

"Isn’t it a shame?" Lucifer however, was staring at the funeral for a little girl across the street.

"Thinking there is someone in Heaven to blame" With another heavy sigh, you spread your wings and ascended, leaving without a soul below realizing your departure.

He swiftly joined you in the celestial expanse, his voice carrying in the cosmic winds, "Yes, but even while blaming fate for the lives that they lead. They hope for the lives that they need"

"Living every day ‘til the day they die. Never getting answers" You tried his beliefs as much as you could bear, knowing these were the questions Heaven's "finest" would ask.

"Yet still asking why. Going through the motions as if there will be a reward"

~~~

As you recalled the song you and Lucifer sang, its resonance echoed through the celestial courtroom. However, it fell on deaf ears. Sera, stern and resolute, banged the gavel, her authority echoed by the amused laughter of Adam and the sly grin of Lute.

"And we stay eternally bored" Adam cackled and Lute joined in without a second thought.

~~~

Together, you and Lucifer recounted the determination made by the angelic counsel, your bond evident in shared history and purpose. Lucifer could only harmonize with your sweet sorrow.

"They’re only human. They don’t see. Who they are is who they’ll always be. Only human, after all"

"So they push and they shove", You shout.

Lucifer's hand sought yours, intertwining fingers as he whispered, "With this thing they call love"

"‘Til they fall!"

~~~

"Isn’t it a farce?" You looked down at the same itty bitty people doing the same itty bitty things.

"Isn’t it a waste?" Lucifer sits next to you hoping that maybe this time will be different.

"Struggling to face what can never be faced" A silent hand fell on his shoulder.

"Yes, but maybe death can release something more than we share", he gave you a small smile which you returned even though your eye betrayed you. You continued to watch the humans on Earth, not knowing the celestial struggle going on above them.

~~~

"I really don’t know and don’t care" Laughter echoed mercilessly through the courtroom, an unsettling chorus of celestial mockery.

~~~

As another unsuccessful pitch echoed in the background, you turned to Lucifer to share the details. 'They’re only human,' you sighed

"Standing still. Doomed to live pushing boulders uphill. Only human, after all. So they give and they take" You recounted Sera saying.

"Hoping someone will help break their fall" Lucifer sings portaling himself down to rethink his pitch next century.

~~~

"They will pray, curse, live, die. Never knowing their truth is another man’s lie" Anger seethed within you, a tempest fueled by humans wielding Lucifer's gift for malevolence. Angry at your fellow angels for choosing hate and violence over peace. Angry at yourself for not following Lucifer many millennia ago. Your wings quivered with the weight of disappointment.

"Eat, sleep, love, hate. Like a leaf blowing in the wind" He tucked a stray wisp of hair behind your ear, and grasped your hand with the other.

~~~

"Watch them all vacillate!"

Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to reason with them.

"They’re only human. They can’t see", You tried to get them to see from a different perspective, but Adam and Lute held the power.

"All the years they could give you and me" They chuckled together.

~~~

"Only human, after all" You sadly revisited the same melancholic tale with Lucifer. Tears still falling from the meeting.

"So they give and we take" You cry.

"‘Til our silly hearts break" He squeezes your shoulders in sympathy, and looks deeply into your eyes. "Looking down from above. I’m intrigued by their love"

"So I'll fall," you smiled, the weight of understanding settling upon you like stardust. Finally comprehending the sacrifice he made, the chance to make choices and experience love, you embraced the poignant truth of his rebellion.

~~~

Exhausted from the relentless debate with the counsel for the second time that day, you felt the inevitable pull of descent. Air rushed around you as you crashed through Earth's atmosphere, and through Earth's crust. Your feathers charred around you, and in the midst of the fiery descent, a silent hope lingered - the hope that they'd grow back.

You continued falling through a crimson sky, but Lucifer was waiting to catch you. To break your fall.

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“My love is my eyes, I am his ears, and you are our HEART.”

Yan!Puppeteer and Yan!Puppet x Gn!Alive porcelain doll♥︎

[mdni, or do, i don't care. omg lore post kind of?? the Multiverse Arche, Nova, and these two live in is large and im making a whole world out of it, so not all of this may make sense. also sorry it ended so abruptly i lost motivation at the end argh]

The Puppeteer came before everything in this wretched Universe, bored and lonely he created himself a lover, someone made from the stars above.

Then he created The Nine, and the Universe came into existence. It was small at first, larger with every new puppet made.

But there was only ONE true Puppet, his darling, his toy, his everything.

The first of The Nine to appear was Time, made from his sweethearts torso. Of course, being W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕T̨͈͗̌ͥ T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔Ḛͭ̉̇͟Ỵ̛̖͋͢ A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟, they simply regenerated.

Due to this, Time’s stomach was made from an hourglass. Rumor has it, when it runs out of black sand, either Time will die or the Puppeteer and Puppet will, meaning Pollylon will die with them.

Her chest is made out of the sand that seeps from cracks in the hourglass, created by a being known as Arche, angry at her for killing his Firefly.

Then came Universe, made from the Puppeteer’s spine, made to be everything and nothing all at once.

The Universe doesn't have a physical body but neither do they not exist. The Universe is both everything and nothing, you and me.

Then Life and Death, Life created from the Puppeteer’s eyes and Death from the Puppet’s ears, making something so strong costed both their senses that they lost in the creation of them.

Life’s eyes are pure white, and constantly see every life born from human to animal to even a plant, now and in the past, even in the future. He is blind, and also all-seeing.

While Death constantly hears the screams, moans, and sobs of the dead, from now and in the past, future as well. She is deaf, but can also hear a pin drop.

Love came next, created from one side of each of the Puppeteer’s and Puppet’s hearts, but something corrupted Love’s existence, and another of The Nine was created as well; Heartbreak.

Love’s heart is constantly visible, constantly beating, the skin around their chest gone, it is said with every beat of Love’s heart, a couple falls in love.

Heartbreak doesn't have a heart, and is said to be constantly searching for one in the bodies of the couples they break up, hoping to find one to fix their own missing heart.

Then Sleep and Dream came along, Sleep made from the left hand of the Puppeteer and Dream from the right hand of the Puppet.

Sleep’s left hand is a baby blue, melting into their skin, constantly cool to the touch and able to make anyone fall asleep with a single touch.

Dream’s right hand is a deep purple, but it's ever changing. Dream is neither cruel nor benevolent, able to conjure up Nightmares bad enough to terrify Gods and Dreams happy enough to warm even Heartbreak’s missing heart.

The last and youngest of The Nine was Fate, rather then being created from a part of the Puppeteer or Puppet, the Puppeteer wove his existence like thread into clothing, and he was born with golden stitches.

Fate is clueless and naive, unknowing of the strings of Fate he holds in his hands, similar to the ones attached to his back, able to be pulled every which way by the Puppeteer.

For a long time, the Puppeteer and Puppet watch as their creations create more, more and more Gods are created by The Nine, more worlds, it was amusing.

The Puppeteer often busied himself learning about the new diseases the humans find, or about the durability and general stuff about humans. They were so interesting...

But very soon, living in the galaxy grew boring. Even if the Puppeteer had his Puppet, they already know everything about each other, have done everything together.

“Darlingggg...I'm growing bored..” Puppet whined, and Puppeteer sighed, pushing the violet hair out of his lover’s face.

“I know, pup. Don't worry, we'll think of something.” Puppeteer signed to his lover, kissing Puppet’s forehead.

They need something new. So, the two draw a character, adding attributes they found attractive. They wouldn't have emotions or a personality at first, but they'd grow their own soon enough.

It was a bit of trial and error, especially since the Puppet had liked the idea of the new person being made out of porcelain, like a doll. After all, he's a puppet, so why not have a doll too?

Eventually, YOU came to appear.

—

Your eyes flutter open, the world around you freezing cold, the air nipping at your already freezing cold skin.

You can feel heat radiating off something out side the room, but your mind, without any knowledge of what was going on, only knew to follow the heat.

Unsteady, like a doe on ice, you stand from the bed you were on, immediately grabbing onto a wall for support.

Your eyes scanned the room with precision, the walls were black, and it smelled strange, but even the candles lit in the room couldn't hide the smell of death and rot.

Steadying yourself, using the wall for support you walk out of the room, looking for that warmth— That you step right into.

“What—? Pup, is that you?” The voice is curious, and slightly hoarse. Maybe he doesn't speak often. You look up, only to find cloudy eyes staring into nothingness.

You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a pitiful whine. That seems to clue the person in, who's eyes widen slightly.

“It's you! I thought you were another failure, I suppose not!” Their voice is cheery now, arms instantly wrapping around your body, as if they're trying to squeeze the magic out of you, yet they're also gentle.

Unknowing of what to do, you simply melt into them, glad for their warmth. As fast as the warmth came, cold followed after.

“Darling? Is-Is that them?” The new person, who seems freezing cold, if the air around them is anything, asks with a tremble in their voice, the warm person immediately nods, their head turned towards the colder one.

“It is.” The warm one signed, which it's weird you can understand, but that might be because of the magic they left inside you.

The warm person unravels themselves from you, and you whine at the loss making the corners of their lips tug up.

“Apologies, dolly. But we should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we, Pup?” The warm one speaks while also signing towards “Pup”, who nods, walking closer to the warmth, curling around them like a python.

“Mhm, I guess we should. I'm Puppet, though my darling and you can call me Pup.” Pup speaks, smiling at you.

“And I'm the Puppeteer, although some seem to call me A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟Q̦̭̀̾͜U̠҉̷̙ͦI̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅ for some reason...Either is fine for you and Pup to call me, however!” Puppeteer smiles, which only leaves you without a name.

But neither seem concerned, and instead guide you to the dining room, but the castle you're in...it seems almost...alive. Doors open on their own, books rearranging themselves, rags cleaning the castle.

You're quickly sat down, Pup on your left and Puppeteer on your right. There's all different types of food on the table, some more enticing then others.

“Dolly, see anything you like?” Pup asks, and you shrug. I mean, sure some of it looks good, but it's just food. Pup pouts, and grabs a fork, picking up some spaghetti and spoon feeding it to you.

They practically spoon feed you the entire time, talking and chatting with each other while you listen, before guiding you to their bedroom, where the two sleep together, while you watch curiously.

That morning, by the time they're awake you've been up all night, watching.

“Mm, Dolly, did you stay up all night?” Pup yawns, rubbing his eyes as he looks at you. You nod, and Puppeteer frowns.

“You shouldn't do that.” Puppeteer says, and you tilt your head like a curious puppy, and he points at your chest. “You're not human, of course, but look.”

Puppeteer walks over, taking off the shirt you had been given by Pup, and opens the plate on your chest.

You glance down curiously, and freeze. In the middle is a two red hearts, beating quietly, stitched together to create one, with strings from each of your limbs, so you can move.

“You may not die from lack of sleep, but you will grow lethargic. I'd prefer you happy and awake, alright, dolly?” Puppeteer looks up with a look in his eye that leaves no room for discussion, as if it wasn't a question. You nod, somewhat worried of what would happen if you disagreed.

Very quickly Puppeteer begins teaching you how to speak while Pup teaches you how to write, the two are amazing teachers and with how you were created, you easily learn everything.

Even though you're still without a personality, soon you'll make one your self, and realize something.

Created from two lovers hearts into a new being. You have no escape, after all, this is their domain, and there is no way to leave them.♥︎

#oc #oc x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #┆︴your host ٭ nico

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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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Prize and Possession

yandere yelan x reader x yandere ningguang

inspired by this post

w/c: 2.4k+

cw: yandere, gambling, slight power imbalance, some not sfw implications, ye old writing style

—YOU WARNED HIM. You warned him again and again. You warned your father the moment he got himself involved with his demise, you warned him again when he went ahead to challenge that woman and you pleaded for him to stop, to withdraw the bet throughout the whole carriage ride to the casino. But alas, all of which went through deaf ears.

If your father could gather at least a fraction of self control, then maybe you wouldn't have to be here, wouldn't have to be in this situation ; sat right beside the perpetrator of your sudden misfortune and watching as your father loses, a process so painfully slow.

All covet, all lost. There's a reason behind said proverb. Greed brings but loss. Something that starts slow, agonizingly roots itself on a person's being and they don't notice or rather, choose not to, until it's too late. Greed, has destroyed hundreds—no, thousands of humans ; but never did you ever expect your father to become one of them.

“Heh, Lord [L/N]. Luck doesn't seem to be on your side—do you still wish to go on with this game? I mean, the winner has already been decided.” she chortles. You snuck a glance at her fair visage and that infuriating smirk upon her painted lips almost made you want to snap. She was all laid back, sipping wine as if this was nothing more than a round of family board games. Your dearest father contrasting with the biggest frown you'd ever seen, posture rigid and a hand to his chin.

Your breath almost hitches when she glanced back at you and that smirk widened further upon noticing your extremely ticked off expression. Realizing you were caught staring, you whip your head away—which was a bad decision you realize afterward, because you can just sense her growing amusement.

Breath, breath [Y/N].

The moment until last night, you were quietly living your oblivious and frankly mundane life. The life of a noble lady in Liyue was not that interesting, if you were to be honest. You were mostly expected to have a perfect posture and keep an eye on the way you behave in public. Other than the occasional strictness, it was just a tranquil life under luxury.

But right now, as your grip on your robes —the ones she gave—tightened under the table and as you were minutes away from being sold out, you wanted nothing more than that boring life back.

Last night was already dreadful enough when your father approached with a grim expression and informed you of his grand debt. But he immediately added the bet he agreed upon to a woman, a small flicker of hope creeped in your shook heart only to be tarnished mercilessly when he revealed the stake of said bet: you.

You felt a myriad of emotions in that small conversation but most of all, you felt betrayed. You tried to convince him to not do this but a contract was a contract and never has a contract been broken in Liyue.

Loosening your grip on the fine silks, the intricate designs caught your gaze for the first time that morning. If this had been a different scenario, then maybe you would've given time to admire the woman's tastes. But as you recalled the ever increasing dread that crept up your soul just a few hours ago ; just after you woke up from a night with no pleasant dreams and an obviously nervous servant came in with a woven basket full of fine silks, silks that that woman you'd yet to meet had sent. Amplifying your fury all the more came in the small, hand written note in it, I can't take my prize home in rags, now can I?

(Which was still nothing compared to how your heart shattered when you confronted your father about it and he merely dismissed you with something along the lines of how she would be pleased if you wore them, and perhaps she'd show mercy.)

You tried your best to think of what you did to attract the attention of one of the most influential (and dangerous) figures in Liyue. Yelan, came her short introduction when you stepped foot into the establishment. The name sounded oddly familiar but why, you couldn't remember no matter what.

You hopelessly glance at your father. All his remaining hair had whitened over the course of just one night and sleep bid him farewell the moment Yelan made herself known and graciously reminded him of all his due debts — all of which came from that one damned addiction : gambling.

He recalled his throat running dry and the feeling as if his soul had slowly left his body when the blue eyed female presented the long scroll that accounted all that he owed. There were records of misappropriation from the Qixing's funds which would no doubt earn him at least a decade of jail. The rest, he'd rather not look for he might've just fainted there and then.

(But Yelan, as kind as ever, presented a deal, or rather, a bet as a last chance for your father to redeem himself. Mired in greed and deceptions, he failed to see the ominous smile on the female's face upon his agreement.)

You took a hard look at your father's face, then to the game where your brows creased and then to the blue eyed female. After a small mental debate you decided to speak up, “Please, stop this. I beg of you. Give us one more day, I promise all the debt will be cleared.”

She slowly shifted her whole attention to you and it could've been the illusion of your sleep deprived eyes, but her face softened in the slightest. You had a small flicker of hope but didn't let it consume you whole. Her gloved hand reached out to caress your face, then to smoothen the curve of your brow ; all of her touches leaving a burn in its wake. You didn't dare move.

Then, shattering everything, she cooed in the most patronizing way, “Aww, look at you. If you continue to be so cute, I might just take you right here and now,” you blinked. You felt a small ache in your heart, did she just toy with your feelings?

Leaning closer to you ear, she continued, “Oh, save the begging for later.” her hot breath fanned against your face, making you flinch. You felt blood rush to your face, from anger or from embarrassment, you didn't want to know — a sight the jade eyed female revelled in.

A cough from your father across the table as if reminding of his presence, made the female finally lean back, albeit smugly. You turned your head to the side in distress, trying to calm your picked up heartbeat. That's when you decided, you couldn't be near that woman, not at all. She was too dangerous.

They continued with the petty game on the other hand, it seemed like the winner would be announced any moment now but your father wouldn't budge. He still clung to that ruse ; after all, if he could even cut it close, all his debts would be withdrawn. He'd come too far, might as well go all out, no?

In his clouded judgment and vision, he might've not fully understood the weight of this deal. It kept echoing back in his mind, if he won, all his debts would be withdrawn and he could go back to fixing things and perhaps, pick up this hobby once more — but with more caution.

As if an opportunity presented by Rex Lapis himself, he finally found an opening. He could already picture Yelan's defeated face as he would triumph, victory was just a second away.

But there was something more, at the last moments ; something clicked in his head. That's right, he was up against Yelan. A notorious member of the ministry of civil affairs as well as a fearsome name in the gambling world.

No, that's not right. His brows furrow. Something was not right at all. Winning a game against Yelan should never be that easy. He still recalled the saying of one of his gambling buddies, they were a victim themselves and came to warn him like a good friend. And in this situation, those same words rung like funeral bells in his mind right after the blue eyed female exclaimed—

“Checkmate,”

Yelan, never loses a game.

You think you heard thunder crackling but that would be strange considering how clear the sky was this morning. But perhaps, that might not be so far from reality as the unfortunate inevitable had finally taken shape. Your father lost, Yelan won. You realize thunder did crackle, as said female pulls you flush against her while staring ahead to your father ; and him, having finally realized what he just did. Thunder crackled in your heart, in your mind and it tore all your hope like thunder tears through clouds.

“Well then, that settles it. I'll be keeping your debts concealed but [Y/N], will be going with me, as promised~” panic flooded through your father as he hurriedly tried to reach out to you, but Yelan was quicker. Before your father even had the chance to turn, she'd already hoisted you up on her shoulder and just like how she'd entered your once ordinary life, she was gone.

Sudden, swift, without a trace.

—

“You didn't tell me you were taking me to the Jade Chamber,” you exclaimed in disbelief when she finally put you down on the floating chamber's floor.

“There was no need to, kitten” she replied nonchalantly, lips curving into that annoying smile. You crossed your arms in front of you, a small act of defiance. How cute.

“Well then, now what? Do you intend to lock me up in the Tianquan's quarters or something?” you said half jokingly but Yelan did not respond instead motioned for you to follow her. You huff, begrudgingly following her trail despite there being no need to.

The walk was silent. Yelan curiously glanced back towards you, you had your attention set to the floor—something that should be uncharacteristic of someone that'd stepped foot in the Jade Chamber for the first time in their life. Someone unfamiliar to all this would more likely be amazed by the interior, marvelling at everything but you... Yelan knew there was something else, she just needed confirmation.

Yelan led you to an all familiar door, she didn't even bother knocking and casually barged in.

“It's rude to enter without knocking,” a refined voice announced in disapproval earning but a shrug from Yelan. You tried peaking from behind her only for said woman to completely move out of the way, leaving you exposed to a pair of ruby eyes.

Her eyes widened a little but vanished just as quickly, “Got the job done, I see.” the Tianquan commented, pleased.

“Did you expect otherwise?” the blue eyed female shot back to which the other female chuckled.

The events that had transpired from last night to this, nothing ceased to both surprise and confuse you. First, your father revealing that he was on the verge of bankruptcy then some woman ‘winning you’ through a bet while your father pathetically lost and now whatever this was.

“Ningguang...? What..?”

Ningguang's attention was brought back to you. Her eyes first drunk in your entire form, it had been such a long time. She stood up from her desk and made her way to you, “I know you have many questions. Why don't you sit down? I'll answer them one by one.” she gently guided you to a seat, you glanced back at Yelan who seemed to have found interest in her nails.

You turned around just in time for Ningguang to put a porcelain cup in front of you. You recognized that set as well as the colour, but the excessive smoke from the tea appeared to be strange altogether with the unfamiliar scent. Regardless, the tea was less important now.

“How do I begin...your father had accounted massive debts as you already know. That alone was punishable enough, furthermore, I've received intel that he was planning to sell you off to an arranged marriage. I simply couldn't just stand and watch now could I? So...”

You followed her gaze and it fell on Yelan, you got her hint.

“But, Ning...you could've just told me on our last—”

“About that,” Ningguang cut you off mid-sentence, surprising you.

“You...wouldn't if I did.” her eyes trailed off everywhere that wasn't you.

“Huh, why?” you asked back utterly lost. Why on Teyvat would you reject such a proposal? To be free from an unwanted marriage and your father sounded like bliss to you. Ningguang's eyes clouded over, for once those brilliant pair of rubies seemed to have darkened.

Before the Tianquan could reply Yelan spoke up for the first time after entering the office, “I believe I have a reward in due,”

Ningguang quickly regained her composure, you saw the two sharing a gaze ; a message was sent. You looked at Ningguang then to Yelan but when you returned your gaze to the tea, you felt the tea set dance.

You stood up abruptly, something was wrong here, you could feel your gut twisting in discomfort. In your life, your father was not the only one that made wrong decisions, you did, too. You realized bolting towards the entrance was just the worst of them as it only hurled you towards the blue eyed female's embrace.

Her grip was strong and it promised bad things. Your feeble squirming was futile as it only accelerated your draining energy.

“Tsk tsk, leaving already?” you think it was Yelan's voice. You were so close to her, you could pick up her scent with ease ; silk flowers and something else you didn't know how to describe in that hazy state of mind.

Wait, why am I breathing so fast?

Ningguang's heals clicked on the floor, the sound a bit too loud. She moved a stray lock from obscuring your vision, which was blurring ever so slightly. Even through your unstable vision and erratic breaths, you could perfectly make out the emotions laying within those bright pools of crimson.

It clicked in your mind the last second, the unsaid words of Ningguang and the so called reward of Yelan. If the Tianquan called for you, you'd be there in a heartbeat. But a person favours their freedom more than adoration, you at least. Though your senses were nothing but a miscellany of blue, red and the scent of silk flowers ; you managed to capture their eyes, and the meaningful shine before all went dark.

Because, you won't be leaving from now.

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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I Wanna Dance with Somebody.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: It's getting late but you and Eddie are hanging out and listening to music from the hood of his van, one particular playlist comes on and it opens up the door to a whole new side of your story.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “Maybe one where Eddie and the reader are bored out of their minds late at night just hanging out in his van in a field while they have the radio at a quiet comfortable volume. Asking each other random questions and jokingly make harmless debates like “which is better and why?” Moments later, the reader’s favourite song plays on the radio and gets really excited they jump out of the van while pulling Eddie along. They want him to dance along with them as the song plays and Eddie gets flustered but decides to anyways. Going from silly dance moves to slow dancing under the moonlight. And both of them just admiring each other.I hope it’s not too much, I enjoy your writing so much as well!”

Word Count: 1.5k

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Looking up at the stars from where you resided on the hood of Eddie’s van, one arm under your head for comfort and the other resting across your stomach as you asked each other silly questions to fill the silence. It was late into the night on a Thursday, and you’d decided to go to your quiet spot on the other side of Hawkins with your best friend to get away from the world for a while. He was sat up, taking slow drags from his cigarette whilst the music played through the car’s speakers, it was comfortable when you two were together like this.

“Pancakes or waffles?” you question, glancing across at Eddie who was in the process of exhaling the puff of smoke from his lungs.

“Waffles.” He responded without missing a beat.

“Okay, and why?” you respond, sitting up a little so you are resting on your elbows.

He turns in his spot a little to look down at you, his shoulders shrug with a lazy smile on his soft pink lips, “Because I said so,” he said simply.

Rolling your eyes, you then lay back down on the hood and let out a gentle sigh.

“Sunrise or sunset?” his voice broke the silence.

“Sunset” you mumble, feeling the car shuffle a little under his weight as he flicked the butt of the cigarette on the ground and turned to lay on his side to face you.

“Why’s that?” he asks, you peak your eye open to see that his expression conveyed genuine interest, his smile widening when he sees you looking at him.

“Brings the peace of the night, you know? Gives you the chance to get lost in your thoughts and not have to prepare yourself for the day ahead..” you admit simply, watching as he nods just once in understanding, “Vampires or werewolves?”

“Vampires, duh! They’re way cooler, werewolves are just angry dogs, nothing cool about that! I’d rather be immortal and live off of blood” he laughed, baring his teeth towards you, and hissing playfully whilst pretending to bite down on your neck.

You shove him away playfully whilst erupting into a fit of giggles, Eddie laughing to himself as he eventually pulls away to slump back down against the hood of the car.

“Go deaf or blind?” he questioned, raising his brow in your direction.

“Blind!” you say immediately, “I can’t go through life without music, you know?”

“Totally.” He agreed, whole heartedly.

“Speaking of music…” you start, climbing off the hood with a bright grin, you could hear one of your favourite songs blasting out from the speakers. Running to duck your head in the car through the window, flicking the volume control to have it much louder, “Dance with me!”

The car speakers were loudly blasting out “Don't Stop Believing - Journey” whilst you hopped around excitedly, jumping about in time with the guitar strumming, pretending to be playing the drums whilst Eddie sat watching in amusement. You sang along to the song with passion, taking until the first chorus until he slipped from the hood in favour of joining in on the fun. He picked up the air guitar and started strumming it in time with the song whilst you both hopped about like you were running the world’s best air concert, no care for the time or how loud you were being, you were having fun.

The song came to an end, and you took it one at a time to bow, grinning ear to ear as he moved to the car to turn the volume down just slightly now that the moment had passed, the songs playing at a more manageable level now. Both breathing hard as you had put a bunch of effort and energy into your performance, you watch as Eddie was fumbling through your small pile of cassette tapes to find something else to put on as this mixtape had finally ended.

“Any preference?” he called out mid search.

“Just play whatever” you rolled your eyes fondly, letting him pick.

He had a smug grin on his lips as he came back to you, and it was only when the first couple notes of the mixtape started playing that you realised what he had picked, suddenly getting a little flustered as he spoke, “So... I found one with my name on? That’s the one I picked.”

“Oh… Okay, yeah, okay.” You fumbled, the much slower song had begun playing through the speaker as you looked down at your hands sheepishly. He hadn’t made a comment so far, so you were unsure on if he liked it or not, not that he was ever supposed to find this mixtape.

Truth is, you had curated a mixtape compiled with a bunch of songs that reminded you of him, an embarrassing amount of them being love songs. Even though you were best friends, you felt something more for him. He wasn’t supposed to know this or find out, you never wanted to bring this up in case it ruined the friendship, guess that was out in the open now?

“M’Lady…” he gestures, hand reaching out to you as an offering to dance.

You step forward and take his hand, guiding it to rest on his shoulder, your other hand following suit. His hands rest upon the small of your waist as you flushed close together, Eddie guiding the slow rhythm of your bodies, so they sway in time with the music.

You swayed in silence for a little while before he broke the silence, his chin resting on the top of your head as you moved together, his tone gentle.

“You know… If you had feelings for me, you could have just said so, you didn’t need to go to the effort of making a playlist…” he chuckled, he was clearly joking around. The fact you didn’t respond caught him off guard, expecting you two to banter back and forth.

“I…” you muffled, unsure of what to say.

He pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you. Tilting his head to the side in confusion as his brows furrowed, slowing your movements to a stop so you are just locking eyes with one another under the moonlight.

“Talk to me…” he whispers, nothing was funny anymore.

“I don’t know what to say” you admit, looking down sheepishly.

“Well, I guess confirmation would be enough? I was kidding before but the look on your face is leading me to believe that wasn’t a joke…” he confessed, causing your cheeks to only flush deeper.

“It’s true.” You mumble, you feel him taking a deeper intake of breath.

“It is? Really?” he asked, you nodded.

He stayed silent for a short amount of time, so you turned away in his arms to protect yourself, if you had it your way? You would have run off from embarrassment, but all you could do was turn so your back was to his chest, his arms around your midsection as his chin rested on your shoulder. He leant back against the car and held you there, both of you admiring the view in the distance as he took a deep breath.

“It’s mutual.” He finally announces into your ear with a hushed whisper.

Glancing over your shoulder at him, brows furrowed as you are trying to tell if he was messing about or serious, you just see him grinning shyly right back at you, his lips pressing to your shoulder as he squeezed you closer. Slowly turning in his arms, your arms wrap around his shoulders as his hands slide into your back pockets to keep you safe, eyes searching his face for an explanation as he just looked at you with the most tender fondness.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are, Y/N?” he asks, you shake your head.

“You are the single most beautiful being that I have ever had the privilege to lay my eyes upon, you are truly ethereal, and honestly it’s a crime that I’ve not told you this before” he mutters, your cheeks as hot as the sun from how he speaks about you.

“You’re beautiful too,” you whisper. He chuckled a little, but your eyes conveyed honesty.

Reaching up, you tuck his wild curls behind his ears and sigh in pure bliss as you admire his handsome face looking down at you, skin soft and eyes even softer, pink plump lips curving up into the most fond and trustworthy smile you could ever imagine. Your hand takes up residence on his face, the pad of your thumb swiping across his cheekbone whilst he kept his gaze on you.

“You, Y/L/N, render even Edward Munson speechless…” he shakes his head in disbelief with a toothy grin.

“It’s witchcraft.” You giggle, closing your eyes and sighing in content as his lips pressed to the centre of your forehead, feeling at home in his arms.

The details for that conversation could be saved for another day, for now? You were going to enjoy the warm arms that wrapped around you, the soft lips that would pepper your forehead in kisses, and the fuzzy feeling you got in your stomach whenever Eddie would sing along to lines of the love songs that you once had dedicated to him.

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Eddie Munson (11/13)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Edited.

Eddie slammed down the telephone book, all of us hovered around the table. Dustin and I were hugging one another comfortingly. “Check this out. The War Zone. I’ve been there once. It’s huge. They have everything you need for, uh, well, killing things, basically.”

“You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin asked. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Well, lucky for us it is, so…” Eddie answered sarcastically. “This… this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we ought to be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks.”

Erica, snarky, commented,” If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called War Zone.”

Nancy sighed. “Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons. So-o-o, I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Me too!” Dusti exclaimed excitedly with a toothy grin.

“But it’ll probably take a while to bike there,” I squeaked.

Eddie quirked a brow. “Who said anything about bikes?”

“You got some car we don’t know about?” Steve snorted incredulously.

Eddie rose to his feet, hands still flat against the telephone book. He turned to the man, boring his eyes into him, almost insulted. “It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but, uh… it’ll do.” He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes as he said that, and it made me concerned.

He turned to Max, who was glaring daggers into the empty space. She had developed deep darkness under her eyes and I doubted she’d gotten much sleep in the past week or however long it’s been. Eddie popped his lips. “Hey, red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?”

And then, not even a few minutes later, Eddie, adorning a Michael Meyers Halloween mask, popped out from behind his trailer. I was following suit, and the amusement of it all was enough to distract me from my general aches of walking. I was crouched, along with everyone else.

He motioned us forward, more so, and we began scrambling across the open area. We dodged and dived around buildings until we passed a family of two and ended up hovering right behind a large trailer. I felt guilty in the pit of my stomach, but we were saving humanity, so I’m sure they’d thank us later.

Eddie patted the outside of it in a panic until he reached for a window. He threw his items in before tugging on my arm and pulling me over. I almost released an awkward squawk as he grabbed at my thighs and hoisted me off the ground. I grabbed the window desperately.

Steve, in disbelief, muttered,” The favoritism. I swear. And he’s going to go next like the gentleman he is.”

The comment fell on deaf ears because I was attempting to toss myself into the trailer. Which, in my defense, was especially difficult, when Eddie’s hands were pushing on my ass. Painfully so. I managed, though, and fell into the passenger seat. I ended up crawling onto the floor and Eddie clambered in with ease. I thought he’d at least help the others, but instead, he helped me to my feet and watched as the others struggled.

He tore the mask off the moment he entered. I bit back a completely separate comment because I knew he might actually put it back on and suffocate himself if I told him he looked better that way.

“You’re quite the catch, Munson,” I quipped. “Not only are you a drug dealer, you’re a seasoned car thief. There is nothing more attractive than that.”

“Yes, well, at least I wouldn’t hit the love of my life,” he chirped, feigning innocent with a grin.

I sent him a glare and a pout. Steve did the honorable thing of helping the small children in, one at a time, and eventually everyone was in. Eddie and I stayed at the front of our escape vehicle while the rest piled in and locked the door while getting comfortable.

With everyone in, Eddie plopped into the driver’s seat. He pulled from his brown - hopefully - fake leather bag. He pulled out such odd tools and I didn’t care to question it. He started clipping at various wires while my eyes widened, just as impressed as I was worried.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” I slurred carefully.

Eddie sounded almost angry with his reply. “Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot wire.” He broke some of the wires and tied them. “Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto.” He sent me a strained grin. “So, uh, I’m really living up to the Munson name.”

Robin suddenly came up from behind, pressing herself over my shoulder, which was pressed against Eddie’s. “Eddie, I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving.”

“Oh, uh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her.” Steve, who was leaning on a wall nearby, perked his head up in annoyance. Eddie, with a wide, mocking grin, continued,” Don’t ya, big boy?”

The engine suddenly sparked and sputtered and everything lit up. I let out a gasp as Eddie removed himself from the driver’s seat and sauntered to the back of the trailer, taking me with him. Steve, in a panic, hopped into the seat and Robin the one beside him for the time being. I plopped into the small dining booth. Across from me sat Dustin, who was as chipper as always.

And, despite the clammer of the people attempting to steal their trailer back, Steve took to the wheel and we were off. We took their entire camp with us and Robin, being the comedy genius she was, hollered,” It’s not every day you lose your home and car in one fell swoop.”

“Hey there, sweet heart,” Eddie suddenly spoke, sliding his arm around my shoulder and sending me a wink. “Come here often?”

I didn’t even get the chance to retort, because Steve while screaming at the top of his lungs, suddenly took a very sharp turn. I squealed, and everyone who was standing was flung into the wall or into the floor. I ended up colliding further into Eddie while Dustin’s head met the plastic window. I grabbed at Eddie out of surprise, but even when we evaded the trailer park, I clung to him with the expectation that Steve was a bad driver.

I let out a gasp when Steve called from the front,” All clear!”

“By clear, do you mean the coast or my vision?” Dustin groaned, pushing himself to sit up straight.

Everyone, from then on, knew to rest up and delve into their own conversations. Lucas was with Max in the back, Nancy traded places with Robin, and Robin zonked out on a small pull-out bed that was once a couch. I was tired to say the least. I pulled away from Eddie and leaned on the small table, elbows propped up. Dustin was still pawing at his head in annoyance.

“Oh - uh - put these on,” Eddie suddenly said. He withdrew from his pocket the cassette and music player and I took it.

“I’m fine for now, but thanks,” I strained, yawning. “I’ll put it on when I pass out. I just… don’t want it to get old or anything.”

Dustin snickered knowingly. “You’re going to pass out now, sis.”

“And uh,” Eddie tittered,” you’re more than welcome to use my shoulder —“

“Ah, but of course,” I mused. “Actually, now that you’re here, Dustin, I have to know. How many times have you let Eddie in my room when he’s been over?”

Eddie’s face morphed into that of horror and he paled, even more than I thought was possible. Dustin and Eddie made prolonged eye contact, and I could tell Dustin’s brain was churning for an answer. There was an awkward silence as Eddie physically clasped his hands together to indicate a plea.

Dustin frowned, leaning against the table. Eddie shook his hands vigorously and it was like if he wasn’t trapped in the booth, he’d be on his hands and knees. Dustin’s expression became more and more disturbed as he wracked his brain and the more time that passed, the more scared I became.

“Uh, sis, Eddie’s never been over before…”

My mind blanked and my immediate reaction was to scoot farther away. However, I had a heart attack when there was no longer a cushion beneath me, and instead, I fell onto the floor. Everyone looked in dismay, and Robin scrambled to sit up straight. Eddie was quick to slide over and panic, but Dustin was still in a jumbled daze.

“Woah, hey, hey, there’s an explanation for this —“

“You’ve broken into our house, creep —!”

“Woah, guys,” Dustin intervened, waving his hands. “Eddie, what is she talking about —!”

“Nothing, man!”

During the spat, Eddie was continuously reaching for me to ‘help me up,’ but I slid back against the wall and kicked him in the face. Eddie fell back, letting out a yelp as he clutched at his face. By now, even Steve and Nancy were shouting to ask what happened, but they had yet to pull over. Full chaos ensued, and although I knew I was supposed to be, I was creeped out but not scared.

“Children!” Robin suddenly bellowed as I scooted back into her now towering form. “Eddie! What the hell have you done this time? Down, boy, down!”

“Is everything okay?” Lucas exclaimed.

“What is going on back there?” Nancy chimed in.

Eddie had some blood dribbling from his nose and it was like he blanked out. His entire face was riddled with shame and fear and he had to stand, stumbling and leaning against the side of the booth. Robin helped me to my feet and I sent a passionate, fiery glare at him as the truth settled in.

“I - it’s fine!” Eddie squealed. “It’s uh, just a misunderstanding —“

“A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding! You’re a total creep —!”

“Woah, hey, what? Do we need to pull over?” Steve shouted from the front.

“Yeah, uh, I thought Eddie being a creep was already established,” Robin commented, eyes flooded with concern. “Just, uh, it’s okay, Y/n. Care to elaborate?”

Eddie shook his head, also waving his hands. “Please, can’t we just talk about this alone?”

Dustin sent him a suspicious glare. “Why would she ask that in the first place, Eddie? You’ve never been to my house before, uh, right?”

It’s like Eddie completely blanked. Everyone was exchanging glances between me and him. I sent him an accusatory glare because I knew the truth. He was just some creep. How hypocritical of him to talk poorly of my boyfriend when he was… a stalker. And yet…

“Well, I mean, u - uh… I’m sorry?”

The silence was deafening and I felt angry tears stinging at my eyes. Everyone else was too stunned or either - mostly Steve - had no idea what was going on in the first place. I felt incredibly embarrassed. However, knowing what Eddie was up to in his day to day life made me scared. The guy seemed completely harmless. I thought it was a stupid crush. But he’d broken into my house before.

“Y/n, sweetheart, please don’t think too —“

Max’s jaw dropped. “You, like, actually stalk her? That’s pathetic, dude. You really are just some hopeless freak.”

Eddie’s face fell when he realized everyone was either furious or disappointed. Dustin looked crestfallen and concerned, inching away from the revealed stalker. It was awkward and tense and stressful. Robin was almost shielding me from him, and I saw that Eddie finally shrunk away in fear as he slid into the booth and cleared his throat.

“Hey, are you okay?” Robin inquired carefully, furrowing her brows.

Eddie was slumped in deafening silence, head buried in his arms. I gulped, my mouth dry and frightened. I nodded just enough, gaze glued to his form. “I think… I’ll just hang out in the bathroom until further notice if that’s okay,” I grumbled.

People were still unsure, but they returned to their seats. Dustin moved away from Eddie entirely. That left me to reach for the cassette and music player. Eddie’s head shot up with a mean glare until he saw it was me, and I pulled away, flinching instantly. Eddie scanned my body and we made long, difficult eye contact. I noticed that his eyes were red and watery.

He was crying. I knew he didn’t have the right to be pitied, but I couldn’t help like I did something wrong. I mean it’s not like he ever did anything harmful, right? He was just… admiring from a distance. But I also knew it was wrong for me to justify his behavior just because I was biased and used to have a large crush on me and he was a friend and… Well, I got the idea. I was stupid.

I left and went to the bathroom. I just plopped on the small floor and shut the door, popping on my headphones. The music played, instantly distracting me from the bland situation I was in. I hummed quietly, letting me fall into an uncomfortable sleep.

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Knock, knock, knock.

My eyes shot open. The headphones had fallen off and I sat up straight again, sliding the door open. Dustin was there, and people were gearing up. I assumed that meant we were at War Zone and that they were heading inside. Dustin offered me a hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Are you okay?” he inquired carefully.

I nodded and strained a smile. “I’m assuming the invitation to go in doesn’t extend to me, right?”

“Y - yeah, but I can stay behind if you want —“

“No, Dustin, the more we can get the better. Eddie’s pretty much harmless except for being a total, uh, creep.”

He nodded pulling away. I left the bathroom and hovered in the hallway, greeting everyone as they went on their merry way to buy murders of mass destruction. I was parched and my body ached and everything bad so I knew it was better to risk an awkward interaction with Eddie than risk more cramps and dehydration.

The silence in the trailer was deafening. When I emerged, though, Eddie was still in the same spot as before. He was slumped against the table but when he heard me, his head shot up. My heart started up erratically and I decided it was best to ignore him weaving around to the packet of plastic water bottles. I stole one and sat on the couch.

“Y/n…”

My gaze flitted to the man in suspicion. He looked so sad.

“I’m sorry. I - I just, there’s, uh, no real excuse that could make up for what I’ve done, but it’s always been out of, uh, love. I love you, sweetheart, I just… I knew it was wrong the first time I was tested to follow you, uh, h - home, but I couldn’t help it. I just… you’re all I think about about and all I want to be around, a - and just being in the same room as you just fulfills me.”

My heart was still beating, although I prayed it was for the same reason as before. Fear, and not the fact I used to harbor feelings for him. My eyes softened and I was forced to look away. My mouth opened and shut, but I wasn’t sure what to say. That is until I mustered,” I guess Vecna was right.”

Eddie, with furrowed brows, slid out from the booth. Without permission, he plopped next to me eagerly, and I didn’t have anywhere else to scoot to. I was too emotionally and physically drained. I took a sip of my water as his eyes bore into me in worry.

“About what, sweetheart?”

“O - oh, just something about how I’ll always be trapped, and if not by him, then someone else,” I chortled dryly. “I’m starting to think he meant you and not Chance, because… I seriously shouldn’t be giving you any pity right now.”

Eddie reluctantly reached over with shaky hands. He placed them on my thigh and I tensed, not because I didn’t want him to touch me, but because I didn’t mind if he did. It was stupid that I still thought so highly of him when the red flags were there all along. Eddie’s curls fell defeatedly in front of his mourning expression and he hid his face in shame.

“I’m sorry. It’s out of love, I - I just… Who is ‘he’?”

I gulped and blinked expectantly. Even just thinking to dad made me think of Vecna and what I saw. And what I Saw was terrifying, not because it was a weird shadow vine monster, but because it used to be the reality of my life. And it was also something that plagued me in my dreams, even to this day.

“Dustin…” Somehow, my mouth opened and words came out, even if I didn’t want them to. Eddie just had that friendly, charming effect, even now. “…I always made sure to protect him from the majority of what he did. Plus he was always off playing DND with Will and others, and…either way, I let me kind of get the worst of it…”

“Who?”

“U - um, just my dad. It’s a normal sob story. I’ve gathered that you’ve been dealt worse, so it’s nothing to care about, Ed.”

His eyes softened drastically. I felt tears well up in my eyes unwillingly and Eddie scooted even closer. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, almost reluctant to do so. I didn’t move, though. All I could think about what how familiar it was to have beer bottles thrown at me and to have curses and slurs directed my way.

I thought I was over it. And then Vecna had to happen.

His hand rubbed circles along my back. I buried my face into the crook of his neck as hot tears finally spilled. My trembling hands had to reach out and grasp at his shirt, which I only just noticed was a different one. It was for a band he liked. And it smelled like him His hair was soft and Eddie was a coward and creep but he…

“Y - you didn’t deserve any of what happened, sweetheart. You don’t deserve to be hurt or whatever he did to you. You, uh, deserve to be loved, okay?”

I desperately needed to hear that. He told me before but I never believed it because he was biased. But… if he loved me, isn’t love itself a form of bias?

I was being so stupid.

“God, Munson, why do you have to be like this?”

He pushed me back gently, just enough to meet my tear-stained expression. He immediately let out some fussy grunts, stroking my cheeks to wipe the wetness away. I mustered what doe eyes I could, and I was scared to admit it. Because, if I said the truth out loud, it meant it wasn’t just the truth in the back of my head. It was real.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I know what I did was, uh, wrong. I promise after a few times, I tried my best to stop. I haven’t been in there for months. That isn’t an excuse, but…”

I shook my head, sniffling quietly. “I shouldn’t forgive you in good conscious.”

His face Gell and he glanced away anxiously. “No, you shouldn’t. And, uh, I’d respect your decision, but… I don’t think I could, uh, ever live without you, Y/n.”

“And that’s the problem,” I choked. “I’m an idiot, Eddie. A masochist, maybe. But oh my god… I have a boyfriend, and you’re a creep, and it’s been years, and you’re you. I - I shouldn’t still like you so much. You suck. I should hate your guts. I should be scared because you’re just that awful. But instead…I’m stuck in a limbo always because god, you’re you and I…”

The words slipped out unwillingly, and by the time they had, it was too late. I burst into tears again because it was true. Of course, Eddie doted on me again. Because he was Eddie and I knew with every fibre of my being that he really did like me. It was just a question of how he expressed it.

But so did Chance. One mistake shouldn’t dictate the end of a relationship. And yet, was it even fair of me to be in a two-year, committed relationship when he was more into it than I could ever dream of?

Maybe Eddie and I deserved each other.

A low chuckle emitted from Eddie as he rubbed circles on my cheeks. “You’re, uh right. You really should hate my guts. And I would give you a whole speech about how we’re soulmates, but… That’s creepy. I’m a fucking creep and I’m sorry. You shouldn’t even be allowing me in a five foot radius of you. You are an idiot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh even if it just ended up being a series of strained coughs. I was still crying, but not as much. Because Eddie just had that effect. I could remember, every time Chance and I had even the slightest disagreement, all my head thought about was Eddie. Even more so than usual. And I thought about Eddie more than I should as someone in a committed relationship.

“Just… promise you won’t forgive me so easily, sweetheart?” he muttered, pressing his forehead against mine and nuzzling our noses against one another.

“I can’t, Eddie. I think I already have. I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, uh, but you’re the cutest idiot I’ve ever met, so…”

“You’re just glad my stupidness works in your favor.”

For a while, we just stayed like that. I knew we weren’t going to kiss. Eddie was a creep, but a gentleman none the less. And he wasn’t that desperate when he knew how I felt about him. I guess that’s why he never gave up. It was because he knew and was willing to wait. Even though someone sweet like Chrissy or literally anyone else on earth was better for him than I was.

“Hey, sweetheart…”

“Yes?”

“When we finish, uh, saving the world and everything, can we —“

The trailer door burst open, and Steve birth in. Everyone had weapons strapped on and they were seemingly panicked. Immediately, the question released,” What happened?”

“Gotta go!” Steve exclaimed, plopping the weapons in a pile and sliding into the front seat.

“Your boyfriend and company are here!” Erica explained.

And then the reality of it all came crashing back down on me and I jerked away from Eddie. Dustin knew, too, though. Luckily there were bigger problems on hand and I didn’t pull away fro Eddie entirely. Chance was here, though. And then I felt guilty. I was a terrible person. Why did I ever fall for Chance in the first place if clearly I wasn’t capable of committing to him?

“Shit,” Eddie hissed.

Steve started up at top speed and we ended up back on the desert back road. By then, as everyone calmed, they noticed. Eddie and I had made up, and in more ways than one. Because, no matter what, I couldn’t help but intertwine our fingers and rest tiredly against his shoulder. They looked peeved. But, at the end of the day, there was nothing to say. I was helplessly crushing on Eddie Munson and there was nothing that could stop me.

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm - chapter 0.3

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Tokyo, Japan

"Say, Jimin-" Taehyung adjusted his grip around the bag that was slung over his shoulders. Glancing at his friend. "Why are we after these monkeys?" "Not all," Jimin corrected him, "Just one. The one with the sapphire in his embrace." He stopped when reaching the well in the basement. After getting rid off their cleaning stuff disguise, he laid out the blueprint on the ground. "Yeah, that. Why are we even bothering?" "Because that along with the document we got will lead us to the actual treasure, duh," he frowned. His finger tracing over the piece of paper until eventually finding their current position. He touched his earpiece then. "Yoongi, you hear me?"

White noise was heard before a bored voice anwered. "Yeah, in position." "Alright. Did you see anyone out of place?" "Yeah, tons of cops pretending to be normal gallery visitors." "Huh, so pops did find out after all," he smirked. "He may be an idiot sometimes, but he isn't that dumb," Taehyung mumbled then, "It was a quite easy one." "Indeed," Jimin shrugged, his lips tucking into a smug grin, "But that was on purpose. He surely didn't notice the second one. He felt probably too proud of himself to question it." "Let's hope you're right." "I'm always right!" Yoongi laughed out on the other end of the line, while Taehyung gave him an irritated glance.

"Fine, maybe not always. But ninty percent of the time." "Sure." "Yoongi, we'll switch off the lights for exactly five seconds. You sure that's enough time?" An annoyed groan was heard. "Did I ever need longer?" Jimin rolled his eyes. It was true, Yoongi was fast as lightning when it was about cutting something with his sword. This time it being disguised as a cane, perfectly fitting his own disguise of an old man. Like his in-ear which looked like a deaf-aid. Hopefully this wouldn't be an exception. "Alright, I'll count down. One.." His finger hovered over the switch. "Two.." It touched it. "Three." And pressed it down.

Before anyone even understood what was going on, the lights were back on. And Yoongi walked away like nothing had happened. "Done."

"Did the cops react?"

"Yeah, some are nervously -and not obvious at all- speaking into their collars." He chuckled amused. "Okay, my cue," Jimin said and pulled out a walkie-talkie, switching it into the right frequency. Clearing his throat, he prepared his voice. Disguising it perfectly when speaking. "We were just informed by the maintenance team this small electrical abnormaly was normal due to a light earthquake causing this. No need to let your guard down."

"Roger" someone answered.

He turned off the device, chuckling contently. "Yoongi, did they buy it?" "Seems so. They're back to pretending being normal visitors and observing the art pieces." "Good. Now phase three. Taehyung?" "Yeah, yeah. On it," he smirked and put the bag down. He got his Magnum out of his holster and put the silencer on. Shooting precisely three times on the three studs of the security bars on the top. Knocking them out. Meanwhile Jimin rummaged in the bag until finding the screwdriver set. He checked his watch then. "Eight minutes till they'll start asking everyone to leave. Before pops shows up and the cops come back in, invading the place."

Taehyung nodded and Jimin climbed on his shoulders to reach the top and took off the security bars. Starting undoing the screws inside. Taking off the lid then he gave it to Taehyung who was trying his best not to lose balance with the additional bodyweight. The ceiling wasn't too high, but Jimin needed him for the next step. Taehyung straightened himself more and so Jimin could grab the edges of the vent, pulling himself up into the subceiling. He breathed out deeply and looked at his watch. "Five more minutes," he informed. Pressing his earpiece again. "Yoongi? Did you also cut the other thing?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm waiting for you guys at the car."

"Thanks," Jimin cooed happily. Three minutes. He crawled a meter to the right, patting the top until finding the spot on the ground that Yoongi had cut for him. Waiting patiently. One minute. He calmed his breath, clearing his mind. He had a few seconds to due the exchange, nothing new. But also still nerve-wreckingly exciting. The loudspeaker announcement was finally heard dully through the floor. First in japanese then in english.

"The museum is closing in ten minutes. We ask all visitors to soon make their way to the exit."

Shuffling and steps were heard above. Knowing their object of desire was in the far back of the room, he dared to push the square-shaped cut out. Peeking his head between a tall plant and the exhibition show case. The room being empty. They knew were security cameras were placed and this was a blind spot. As long as he didn't go beyong the glass cube or the plant, he was save. So he slowly crawled out.

"Now!" Jimin whisper-yelled and instantly the lights flickered shut thanks to Taehyung at the switch downstairs. Giving him exactly ten seconds to switch off the real sapphire with the fake one he had prepared. And thanks to Yoongi cutting off the wires of the warning system, without cutting the actual electrical wire which would have immediatelly caused an emergency alarm, he was able to pull it off within the time limit. Disappearing into the hole on the floor right when the lights flickered on again. Carefully he put the piece of floor back on and fixated it before going back down the vent. Taehyung already waiting at the opening to help him get down. Jimin quickly screwed the lid on again and put the security bars on before jumping down.

They quickly gathered their belongings and put their disguise back on. Going the same route back which they had come from. Disguised as cleaning stuff they made their way to the backdoor. Walking fast down the back alley and out to the street. When they turned a corner, they started running. Already spotting their car. Yoongi, still dressed as an old man, sitting on the backseat. Eyeing everyone that passed by.

"Took you long enough," he simply said as the two slid inside into their seats and Jimin started the engine. "Right on time I'd say," he said when spotting multiple police cars driving past the street in front of them, to the direction of the museum. "They'll now get onto position. And in five hours they'll notice we're already far gone with the jewel," he chuckled and drove off.

"What did you write on your note?" "My note?" "Yeah, the one behind the fake jewel." "Oh, that one," Jimin said, the cool breeze of the evening brushing against his face, "Just explained that not only the gibberish was meant to be read taking five steps back. The time written in cursive as well."

As they turned into the ring rode, a black suv appeared behind them. Jimin noticed from the driving mirror. As he took the exit and left the ring rode, the suv followed. Whenever he turned into a road, the black car also turned. "Gentlemen, seems like we got a tail." The two other guys took a quick glance behind them as well. Easily spotting what we meant.

Seeing they got discovered, the windows of the black suv cranked down and its passengers started shooting. The rear window broke and Yoongi sighed, pushing the blade out of the sheath as he slid down, taking cover. "Gotta cut something unworthy again," he quietly mumbled and turned around. Fending off the bullets with his sword. Giving them cover and Taehyung time to get his Magnum out once again. "Don't disappoint me, baby," he whispered to his gun before also cranking down the window. He gave Jimin a nod, which he understood instantly. "Hold on!" Taking a sharp left turn, he gave Taehyung a good angle to aim.

He shot all his six bullets. Hitting the windscreen. But it didn't crack, seemingly being bulletproof. He reloaded his magazine, three by three at the same time. He aimed again and shot exactly twice. Perfectly hitting both car tyres, causing the suv to lose control. And another shot, hitting the motor. Sparks popping out from the rimes scratching the road surface and smoke coming from the motor as it hit a light post.

Jimin floored the accelerator, escaping further while dodging the cars in front of them and overtaking them. Sirens being heard from afar all of a sudden.

"Great," he groaned, "Those guys got us unneeded attention."

He turned into a sidestreet and then another. Gearing down. He turned into another street and into a parking lot. "Time to change cars."

"Who were those guys?" Taehyung frowned, looking at his friends then as the car came to a halt. Seeing them shrug. "Not sure, but they did leave us a souvenir," Yoongi said and picked up one of the bullets he had cut from the floor. Holding it between his thumb and index finger. The metal shining in the light. Making a carving visible. He squinted his eyes, trying to decypher the symbol. "What is this?" Taehyung grabbed the bullet. Inspecting it. ".308 semiautomatic," he noted. He turned it a little. Also seeing the little symbol carved on the side. "Is this some bird?"

At the mention of a bird, Jimin perked up. Becoming all ears. "May I see?" He took it from Taehyung and indeed. It was a bird. An owl, to be precise.

"Crap." He slid the bullet into his pocket and immediately grabbed his phone out. Starting dialing a number. "What is it?" Yoongi asked, confused about his sudden reaction. Jimin's lips parted to explain but right in that moment the ringing tone stopped and his call got answered. "Bella-baby? We got a problem."

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asterkiss · 11 months

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4. "Just remember if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English" with Mabel and Bill please?

4. Remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” Highschool!AU time! Because why not? This... took on a life of its own. Have some MaBill makeouts. Nothing too raunchy but teen rated.

- BREAK IN

'Hold this.’

Mabel almost dropped the backpack as the blond threw it in her direction. She grunted, holding it with both arms as he began fiddling with the door lock before them.

‘Jeez, what do you have in this thing?’ she said, eventually dropping it to the floor between her feet. ‘You’re worse than Dipper with his millions of books.’

His face soured at that even as his gaze remained focus on the door lock. ‘Rule one for tonight, don’t bring up Pine Tree.’

‘Why? Because he beat you on the maths test?’

He shot her a dark look, and she smiled brightly. ‘Kidding, kidding.’ She didn’t want to piss him off and have him stop helping her.

He regarded her for a moment longer before resuming his actions. A moment later there was an audible click and he stood up straihgt. ‘Alright, we’re in.’

The pair entered through the door, walking into the high school which was eerily quiet and empty in the dead of night. They’d come through a back door leading into the end of a corridor on the first floor.

Mabel pulled out her flashlight except his hand came out and plucked it out of her grasp. ‘Hey!’

‘No lights, idiot,’ he said, and she could just make out his stern expression from the light still filtering in from outside through the open door.

‘Well how are we meant to see?’ she asked as he closed the door behind them, plunging them into complete darkness.

‘Give it a second, your eyes will adjust. Don’t you know anything?’

Mabel frowned, not appreciating the jabs he kept shooting at her. Then again, Candy had warned her that Bill Cipher was an asshole when she mentioned she would be asking him for help.

‘I am sorry I can’t help you Mabel, but I am too ill to get out of bed. If you really want to fix things, you should go to Bill Cipher in my computing class. He is an A-Grade asshole but when it comes to computer hacking he is second best to me. Make sure you tell him that when you ask him for help.’

So she had. And he’d gotten really annoyed, insulting Candy and stating he’d help her out just to prove he was number one. Mabel wondered why it was the smartest guys that were somehow still the dumbest.

‘Rule two, stick by me and don’t go wandering off.’

They began to walk down the corridor, their footsteps echoing throughout the empty building. Her eyes did eventually adjust and she could make out his shilouette walking ahead of her.

‘Sooo, any other plans for tonight?’ she asked, disrupting the quiet atmosphere. ‘Other than breaking in with me, I mean.’

‘Eating babies and kicking some puppies.’

'Huh?’ Mabel looked at the back of his head in bafflement before a second passed. ‘You’re messing with me.’

‘You could tell?’

‘Do you act like a dick to everybody?’

‘Yep, it’s fun! You should try it.’ He glanced over his shoulder as they walked past a window, his face briefly allumianted and revealing the amusement dancing in his eyes. ‘I bet the old codgers in this place would have a hernia if you suddenly switched it up and told them to fuck off.’

‘I’m not going to do that!’

He shrugged, resuming his attention forward. ‘Have it your way, be boring.’

‘I’ll be nice!’

‘Same thing.’

They eventually found their way to the teachers office, where Bill pulled out his laptop from his bag and conncted himself to a computer. Mabel stood behind him, swaying on the spot as she watched him do... well, whatever it was you needed to hack in.

'Are you in yet?’ she asked after several minutes.

‘No.’

More minutes passed by.

‘Now?’

‘No.’

More minutes.

‘What about now-’

‘Do you ever shut up?’ he asked, shooting her an irritated stare.

Mabel blinked back at him. ‘Not really. I drive my brother up the wall.’

Bill glanced back down at his laptop. ‘You and your brother are both annoying in different ways.’

Before she could respond a light suddenly flashed through the door and they both froze as the sound of footsteps drew near. Bill cursed, closing his laptop and plunging the room into darknesss once again. He dropped to the floor beneath the desk, grabbing her arm as he yanked her down alongside. She released a small yell of surprise at the abruptness of it, the sound piercing through the air before he could slap a hand over her mouth.

‘Hey! Who’s in there!?’

Bill swore under his breath, his warm hand still covering her mouth. There wasn’t much space under the desk, and she was practically kneeling in his lap.

As the door to the room began to creak open, he whispered in her ear. Mabel shivered as his lips brushed against her, his breath fanning over her skin. Being all alone in the dark with a guy was kinda exciting.

But then she reminded herself who it was and quickly shoved those thoughts aside. Down girl.

‘Rule three: if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English,’ he hissed.

They remained silent as the security guard walked through the room in the dark, his flashlight meandering over the desks and flooring. As the light shone on their side of the room, it lit up their positions briefly and she flinched as it revealed just how precarious their positon was. His face was inches from her own, and the dancing shadows cast by the moving light only served to highlight his features. His hands were still on her, one covering her mouth (almost as if he didn’t trust her to be quiet) and the other gripping her elbow and was it her, or was it suddenly warm in here?

They both stared at one another, her eyes wide in panic and his scrutinising as he regarded her expression.

The light eventually went away, but she knew he was there. Her heart beat rampantly against her ribcage, willing the guard to hurry up and leave so they could move.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the door closed. Mabel pulled herself away with a gasp, taking in a deep gulp of air she didn’t realise she’d been holding in.

But then, just as she was about to stand she heard the door open - again!?

Bill’s grip on her arm tightened, and she felt his hand reaching around her head as he tugged her back towards him.

He covered her mouth again before she could make a sound, but this time he didn’t use his hand.

Mabel’s mind internally screamed as she felt the unmistakable sensation of his mouth over her own. What, what, what!? Whaaaaaaaat!? Was she dreaming right now? Was this a hallucination? What. Was. Happening!?

As his hand left her elbow to snake around her waist, he tugged her closer so she was pressed flush against him. She would have gasped if she was able, but instead he took the opportunity of her lips parting to plunge his tongue into her mouth.

Into. Her. Mouth.

Oh my god. She was defintiely dreaming. This didn’t happen. Her mind was melting, all thoughts turning to goo and dripping away until there was nothing left behind except the feel of his lips against hers.

Wow, he was a really good kisser.

‘There’s nothing in here, Ian. I checked.’

‘You sure?’

She froze at the sound of two voices, her mind returning somewhat to reality as she became aware of the guards standing in the door. Bill pulled his lips away and she thought he was stopping to listen to the security, but instead she felt something wet against her bare neck as his lips brushed over her skin. She jumped, eyes wide in the darkness as her heart threatened to burst out of its ribcage. She could feel a tight sensation coiling in her stomach, lips pressing together to contain a whine and when he began to suck on her skin she gasped. Was he giving her a freaking hickey?

‘What was that?’

‘What was what?’

Both of his hands grabbed her face as his mouth crashed against hers again, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she kissed him again. Oh look at that, she was kissing him back. When had that happened? I mean, could you blame her? There was only so much hot and heavy a girl could take from an attractive guy (yes, he was attractive, she could admit that!) before she gave in.

‘Be quiet,’ he growled between kisses, and although he meant it as a warning the deep voice made her stomach flip.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there making out with Bill Cipher, it felt like forever but in reality it was probably only a couple of minutes.

Her mind was completely frazzled when he finally pulled away leaving her dizzy. Her lips felt swollen, her hair unkempt, and she was pretty sure she'd have a hickey on her collar bone come morning.

'All right, they're gone,' Bill said, grabbing his laptop as he resumed his seat and acted normal. He opened the device up, powering it back on. 'It should take me long to get in and out.'

Mabel looked up at him from the floor, all coherent thoughts long gone.

'Uh....' Were they just meant to act like that hadn't happened?

He peered down at her, and she noted how tusseled his hair was from where she'd run her hands through it several times. Other than that, he didn't seem worked up one bit.

'What class is it you want changing?' he asked, arching an eyebrow as he looked back towards the screen.

Mabel blinked, trying to force her mind into gear again. 'Class?'

'Yeah.'

Mabel stared at him for several seconds before finally struggling to put a sentence together. 'But I'm not trying to change my grades.'

Bill paused in his movements, slowly dropping his gaze back down towards her. '...Then why the hell did you want me to hack into the school database?'

Mabel paused. She'd orchestrated this whole thing to get into the student files and find out some information on one of the most popular guys in the year. She figured if she knew his birthday and stuff like that she'd have a shot over the other girls.

(Not unhinged and stalker-ish at all).

But that seemed stupid now. And honestly, Mr. Whats-His-Face was long since cast from her thoughts curtesy of the fella in front of her.

Yeah, there was no way she could admit the truth now.

'Kidding, ha!' She forced a laugh. 'Of course I want you to change my grade for, uh..... maths?'

Bill looked fowards. 'Maths, huh?' A moment later. 'Wow, you really suck at this. I ain't putting it too high or that'll be suspicious. A passing C will do ya, right?'

'Yeah...'

Bill worked away and Mabel pinched herself on the arm but no dice, this apparently wasn't a dream.

What the heck?

As they left the building behind and walked down the streets, she observed the boy from the corner of her eye.

'Sooo, are we not going to talk about what happened?'

'Hm?'

'I'm talking about the smoochville that happened back there!' she cried, not able to hold it in anymore. She stepped in front of him, jabbing a finger in his direction. 'You stuck your tongue down my throat!'

Bill blinked. 'You didn't seem to mind.'

'Th-That's not the point,' she replied, face red. 'Why did you do that?'

He paused for a moment, appearing to consider her question. 'Three reasons, I guess.'

'Three?'

'Yup. First of all, I know it would piss off Pine Tree if he found out I swapped spit with his twin sister.'

'Wha-' Mabel's face turned even redder this time, but from anger. But before she could yell, he steamed on.

'Second, to keep you quiet.'

Mabel's face twisted, anger rising. She was going to punch him in the face.

'And thirdly,' Bill said, suddenly leaning closer with a wry smile. She scowled as they stood eye to eye, hands clenched at her sides. He remained unphased by her obvious malice however, reaching out to push a lock of hair behind her ear. 'Because I wanted to.'

'You asshole-'

'I might wanna do it again even,' he tumbled on, straightening up as he leaned away.

Mabel faltered at that. 'Huh?'

'If that's alright with you,' he added, winking.

Her mind had short circuited again. She looked up at him in bewilderment. 'Why?' she asked, eyebrows drawing together as her expression became pinched. 'To piss off my brother?'

'Well that can be a bonus,' he replied casually with a shrug. 'Main reason is I think you're attractive and liked kissing you.' He arched an eyebrow. 'Is that good enough for you?'

'Uh...' Mabel was caught off guard. Usually she was the one coming on to guys in a forward manner, not the other way around. 'Only if you don't tell Dipper.' Not only would her brother freak that she was making out with his arch-nemesis, but that way she knew he wasn't fooling around with her just for the sake of sticking it to her brother.

He thought over her words for a moment, before grinning and reaching out a hand. 'You got yourself a deal.'

'Sure?' She took his hand, shaking on it. This was bizarre.

'See ya tomorrow,' he brushed past her and walked away into the night, leaving her alone with only her thoughts for company.

The girls were not going to believe this.

#mabill #oneshot #bill x mabel #mabel x bill #sorry this took so long to get to i honestly didn't see it #but its like 2.5k words so hopefully that helps?#i havent proof checked this yet just take it lol #ill check it before posting to ao3

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Elita: Kira had little to say on the subject at present, she just sat down and carried on smoking her cigarette. All her warnings to Kane had fallen on deaf ears. So there may have been some slight amusement on her part, but counterbalanced with a wave of crippling fear. Even with a horde of bloodthirsty vampires in their midst, Kira felt like she was in more danger than ever. She hadn’t been on a date in over a year, hadn’t had sex in just as long. Her stress levels were through the roof.

Elita: You may wonder, how could she not feel safe with all those vampires there? Well even with the vampires there, they weren’t safe. The vampires were a fickle bunch, and all were subject to Azura’s whims. She was the boss, if she got bored that was that. If she didn’t want to fight they didn’t fight. What Azura said was law. Any instruction given to a vampire had to be verified from Azura usually with a nod. The only one who actually followed an order without a nod from Azura was DC the bar girl. Also even if Azura agreed to fight and kill, Kira and Kane had to go outside sooner or later… a sniper? A drive by shooting? Car bomb? The possibilities were vast.

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Kane: That is indeed a lot of money. $60,000 is considerable and I don’t have it.

Johnson: That sucks to be you then. You see the boss has been very very patient with you kid, and so far you’ve done nothing but disrespect him. Your mom as well disrespected him, his safehouse in the springs is a fuckin’ crater now so you owe for that too. You mom lived there with a kid, we’re searching for her… pray we don’t find her or the kid.

Elita: The bunker in the springs… the one I absolutely obliterated when I first used my powers against the evil entity we call Jezebel.

Kira: We had nothing to do with that, we weren’t even speaking to our mother at that point, our mother is dead, and so is the kid.

Johnson:*sighs* Honestly, what the fuck is with these fuckin’ women here? Shut the fuck up bitches, men are talking!

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Kane: So apparently I owe for a bunker that my mom used which was nothing to do with me. And I owe you money too.

Johnson: See you are smarter than you look. You understood everything I said.

Azura: I don’t like them anymore. This is boring… Calling me a bitch is not a nice thing. Tell me about that girl in the crater? Did she die squished up or with a smile on her face? What did her blood look like splattered against the wall? Was it pretty? I love blood on walls, it’s always pretty.

Kane: Sweetness we have guests here, we don’t want to be rude and insult our guests by not talking to them about their concerns, do we? I promise we will do fun later on and maybe I can arrange some snacks for you.

Azura: Hmmm. *She pouts* Fine, but only because you asked so nicely and didn’t call me horrible names and promised me a snack.

Kane: Now, if you’d kindly highlight for me what these costs and fees are Mr Johnson perhaps I might understand.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #Tales From The District #Season Two #KSU #crossover #TAC #collab #sparkiekong #KAne #Kira #Azura #Moriarty

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It's time to go

pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader (Elisa)

summary: Yes or no?

Warnings: I am not a writer and my first language is Spanish | Angst + Fluff + Bad words and betrayal.

Pov Joel Miller:

Together with Ellie we were living a Jackson for a month, as he ended up getting attached to a girl, so while spending time together with my brother and he told me that someone could better guide me to the university and even further down that path if there is a change of plans.

But now I find myself here:

"No" Is all Elisa says to me. "Why? We just need a guide, I'll pay you with whatever you need, just enough for both of us, you help me and I'll help you" I sigh and she looks at me with bored eyes.

"I have to be on patrol, Joel" She sighs and arches an eyebrow. “Anyway, insistence makes me curious.” Seeing that I don't say anything, she continues speaking. “Ellie would be killed by fireflies if they see her, if they see you, and I'm not going to risk that for pay.” I shake my head but she's already getting up to leave the bar.

"It's hard isn't it" Tommy says next to me, I don't know at what point he sat down but here he is offering me a glass with Whiskey in it.

"I offered her a fair deal and all she says is no, I can't do this alone Tommy" I take the glass and take a big sip.

"It's not that she doesn't want to die over there, but she's looking for her friend, hence the constant patrols" Tommy gives me a somewhat sad look.

"Well, I was thinking of believing that the rumors were true, that I just wanted to be ascended and have the power, but I looked very simple, only that I was angry that I was rejecting me" Tommy laughs and pats me on the arm.

"What's this about him rejecting you?" he raises his eyebrows in amusement and I sigh. "Don't start, you know what I mean, don't take what I said out of context."

Tommy immediately becomes serious, "When she came in she was just saying Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, we thought she had ended this girl's life, maybe because she had been infected but in the end she told me who Sandy was" Tommy comments and takes a sip from his glass.

"Patience" I shake my head. "I don't have much time."

Tommy rolls his eyes and takes one last sip. "Best of luck then, little brother. My advice is to settle in here, because until Sandy shows up, there will be no guide."

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At home with Ellie:

"Old man, I want her to go because you're deaf in one ear and some help from someone who knows the place wouldn't hurt, plus you like her" she smiles amused.

"Ellie, stop calling me old man, and she doesn't want to go with us, not until Sandy shows up."

Ellie snaps her fingers and raises her eyebrows several times.

"You didn't deny you like her, you old flirt" I shut her up with a glare and let out a yawn.

"How about we help her look for it?" Ellie asks me smiling and I roll my eyes.

"It's not easy at all, besides, it's not like she's giving us a fucking ride, her friend might be on the opposite side and..." Ellie interrupts me and sighs exaggeratedly.

"Look, man, I really like Elisa and she told me about her when I got the wrong house, she even gave me a tour and well I was telling her stuff, and so was she."

"What are you getting at with that, are you going to convince her or something?" Ellie denies and puts a hand on her forehead. "No, Saint Joel, you old fuck, you'll do it."

"You little shit, respect me and didn't you hear what I was saying, she refuses" Ellie laughs and then stops to look at me seriously.

"Listen, you old coot. Sandy got lost when she went with Elisa to the college where we have to go, Sandy had heard crazy rumors in Jackson that according to the fireflies she had turned into monkeys, which is stupid, considering I'm a girl, I wouldn't believe it and go on a suicidal path" Ellie comments and watches me expectantly to see my reaction."

"That was stupid, do you know when that happened?" Ellie nods. "Elisa said 2 months ago that's why she wasn't giving up hope, that was too short a time."

"That's understandable, I would try to find my friend too, still don't tell her what I told you and try not to comment on it at length, Jackson's only know that their friend was lost, nothing else."

"Maybe I have another more interesting way to get her to agree, although it might be a little suicidal" She smiles sideways and I immediately deny.

"No, she nor anyone but Tommy will know about your immunity" Ellie rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Well good luck you old fuck, I'm going to sleep" Ellie goes to her room leaving me to my thoughts.

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A day goes by and I decide to try again, listening to a brat, yes, Ellie. I won't expect anything good in this, but I have nothing more to lose and I have little time left.

I see her leaving her horse in the stable and I'm moving towards her until her voice stops me. "No, Joel" She sighed and I frowned. "I didn't even say anything" She turns and looks at me again with those bored eyes. "You were going to, so I'm making you save your breath."

"Funny" I comment sarcastically and shake my head. "I come to offer you something better, something that might interest you and a lot" She laughs and crosses her arms.

"Enlighten me" She says sarcastically and I move a little closer to her so no one else would hear but the horses.

"I can help you find Sandy"

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Pov Elisa:

No, he couldn't have said that.

I freeze and look at him with wide eyes, like he said the most outrageous thing in the world and I feel anger inside me.

"I know it was at the university, but I'm offering to check the perimeter more so maybe we'll find clues, I'm offering you protection too and no arguments."

"What the fuck do you know about her?" I get defensive to his surprise and he tried to calm me down.

"I'm just trying to help" He says but I sigh and try not to throw myself at him, just because he's Tommy's brother and because he's so big he would rip me to shreds.

"You don't want to help me, it's only convenient for you. On top of that I already went to check that perimeter, I wasn't going to leave my friend there without checking well, I've only come with pure disappointments from every adventure, patrol and I'm already tired as it is for you to come in and make your unfunny jokes" My brow furrows and I remain defensive, he looks at me with a glare I've never seen on someone only Sandy and Ellie.

"Don't look at me like that, Joel. You can go back the way you came back, see you tomorrow" I turn to leave but he gently grabs my arm making me look at him again being a little closer.

Well, Joel was a beautiful man and I have even imagined a life with him if there had not been the apocalypse but it's different when you lose someone you try to get away from others so you can avoid suffering through another loss, I know Sandy won't come back, but going back to where he "died" won't get me off the hook (or so I think).

"I'm leaving with Ellie tomorrow morning, that's why I came to ask you" Seeing that I don't say anything, he continues. "Ellie told me everything and I know she is going to kill me but she sees you as her angel and to me you are my last hope" I look at him with softer eyes and smile sadly for the first time to his delight.

"I... Joel, it's not fucking easy, I just want to cry and if I go I'll be being a fucking burden, and worse if I get Ellie killed or you killed, I couldn't live with that" Joel places a hand on my cheek and looks into my crystallized eyes, I sigh as I feel weak before him and surprisingly he kisses my forehead.

"I'm old and of course sometimes I wish I didn't ask this of you, not because I would have preferred it had been someone else less stubborn but it's because it's not just about that anymore, I care about you. I looked for Tommy all over the world and despite the falls, we are together now."

"I can't delay for Ellie, my doors are open, I hope you agree to come with us and all is well, although if you don't agree I would still help you look for her, I just don't have time to do it now as I have to get going" He whispers to me and I close my eyes relaxing listening to him but my "peace" is gone when I hear loud voices at Jackson's gate.

Joel breaks away from me and walks towards the gate, I follow him and listen as they say we can't leave, until they acknowledge us and let us out.}

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Pov Joel Miller:

What the fuck? I watch as Tommy, Maria and other patrolmen surround a civilian the size of Ellie. Apparently no one noticed since it was night and they were only patrolling during the day, still there was a chance they thought she needed help but how did she become such a threat?

I hear a gasp next to me belonging to Elisa and how she whispers something that goes with the wind.

But I also see something else, the look on her friend's face, the tears falling and not out of emotion or happiness.

Something bad was happening and I had to try to stop Elisa.

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Pov Elisa:

Sandy, my friend, my partner in crime, my bad influence, was here and alive, I failed to find her and she found me.

Did I fail her? I don't know, it doesn't matter now, I have her here.

"Sandy" I say low but Joel heard perfectly and dumbfounded he looked back at my friend, she hadn't seen me yet, so I just went and ran to her screaming her name.

"Sandy! Fuck Sandy!" I yelled excitedly, as she had a look on her face that I couldn't decipher as I was so happy to see her.

I was about to make my way towards her until a voice stopped me and arms did too.

"STOP!" Maria shouted. Confused I turned to her and looked behind my shoulder to see Joel, then realized we were surrounded and Joel moving a little away from me but taking my arm, he looked at Sandy and that's where I saw that face too.

Sandy was pale, haggard, watery eyes, traces of blood all over her face and clothes too. Well, she could have suffered until she got here is the clearest, most logical thing, it's not possible to be clean and smell nice if you're out there with infected.

"She is infected, right ankle, we wanted to see how long she lasted to convert and to make it clear before you get mad, Sandy gave her consent if it meant giving her time to see you" Maria commented in an authoritative voice and Sandy shed more tears.

I ignored her and moved a little closer to my friend, but it only brought the patrolmen closer, issuing warnings.

"Let your guard down, shit. She's not even coughing or anything, so please just let me have a conversation with her" I looked at Joel and Joel understood, he looked at Tommy and Tommy looked at Maria, Maria nodded and raised her hand for them to put their guns down.

"I took the blue road" That's what Sandy said as I moved a little closer to have a more intimate conversation, though it was no use having Joel behind me. I shook my head with a frown and lowered my gaze so as not to show my unruly tears.

"Fuck you, Sandy. Shit, I told you, don't go down that road, I told you a thousand times" I scolded in a shaky voice.

"I was reckless since we went to college, it was my fault and shit, I don't even deserve this, to see you, for you to see me like this, maybe I had to just get it over with" She says sobbing, which only makes my heart break.

"No, I don't want you to blame yourself for this either, I was to blame too, shit, I don't want to lose you, you find me and now you leave? I don't want that, Sandy" My gaze follows down and she calls me but I can't see her, my gaze goes to her ankle and I let out a loud sob, embarrassed for the people around. She calls me back but I see her fingers start to tremble and I fear her transformation is coming but that happens too when she has something to say, something hidden, a lie or just something new.

When we were cornered by the infected, I found a way out, I met a guy, Nathan. He was gorgeous, like those guys in magazines, I liked him and he helped me, but I wanted to come back for you, the problem was he told me there wouldn't be room for both of us, then he gave me the choice to come back for you and help you or go with him and save myself, and, shit, you know the decision I made"

I frowned and that's when I looked her in the eyes, showing my face full of tears but now of anger, when she said all that barbarity and betrayed, offended, hurt I decided to move away from her a few inches.

"Don't walk away, please" She tries to put her hand on my shoulder until she hears a growl.

"Don't touch her" Joel says angrily and gives her an intimidating look, enough to make her back away.

"What happened next?" I ask directly and continue with my frown. "We went to a cabin they had, it was hidden, so he introduced me to his group of friends, it was only three including, but one didn't like me very much, then I just tried to be like them, so when I offered to look for you, because I couldn't handle the guilt of you dying or getting hurt, they told me it might be too late and one of them told me I would have to go out and look for you because I wasn't sure and you might have been able to survive but I decided to leave it up in the air and went on with them. They left me later when we were attacked by clickers, just like I left you."

I shook my head and with my eyes already lifeless, I hugged her tight alerting Maria and she raised her hand again so that this time if aimed, Joel tried to push me away but I kept hugging her until I quickly pulled away and spat. "Fuck you."

I turned and ignoring their calls, I went running towards my house, as I entered the last thing I heard was a gunshot and I closed my eyes tightly, I took a deep breath and headed to my basement.

If someone knocked on my door who could think it was Joel, Maria, Tommy or even Ellie, I wouldn't know since I fell asleep.

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Pov Joel Miller:

I walk out next to Elisa heading straight to the stables to leave, until he stops in his tracks and confused I look in the direction he points.

"Elisa?" he says and I get much closer, sure enough, it was Elisa along with a horse and her backpack where she was carrying supplies as if she was going on an adventure or patrol. She was a little puffy eyed and understandably so because of what she had been through.

Have you come to say goodbye or are you going on patrol, darling? I raise my eyebrows and look into her eyes, she smiles with a slight denial.

"I'm coming with you" To my and Ellie's surprise, our eyes widen like saucers.

Ellie nods and smiles. "We knew you were coming, now if Joel won't be so grumpy during the ride" Elisa blushes a little and Ellie laughs. "Ellie go say goodbye to Shimmer."

She rolls her eyes in amusement and goes to the horse, Elisa clears her throat and hesitantly says to me. "So, if I can go or did the offer expire?" I smile a little at her. "I'm glad you're coming with us, you'll be fine, we'll be fine, I was worried about you staying."

"All thanks to you Joel, in fact, I was going to come anyway. I care about the girl and so do you, I don't mind talking to you guys, so I was pleased to meet you even though I didn't show it much because of my shitty attitude" He smiles at me and we stood looking into each other's eyes, without thinking about it I moved a little closer.

"Are we leaving or what, lovebirds?" Ellie pulls us out of our bubble and I nod along with Elisa.

"We're leaving."

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See ya!

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller

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satocidal · 5 months

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “The Stars say Hello” — Gojo Satoru

— Word count: 2.1k

—A/n: it wasn’t meant to become long at all- idk what happened (yes it’s a repost what about it huh)

— Warnings: character death; established relationship; toxic way of dealing with emotions<3 (not proofread!); hurt no comfort(?)

~5 Times Satoru Gojo’s Infinity touched you~

~4 Times you felt it~