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iddybiddysquish · 3 months

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Sukuna x Reader - Cursed Womb

Plot Description: reader insert for a chunk of the cursed womb arc

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Serious non-con/rape; oral receiving; creampie; branding; breeding kink

Notes: think of any tags, let me know. And yes, I did in fact copy words for word the subtitles for this. Have I also done it for all of season 1... quite possibly ahaha

Also sorry for not posting for a while. I'm working on an original book and it's sapping all of my creative energy lmaoooo

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Itadori removed his belt, tying it around his arm to stop the blood loss.

“I can’t escape after it’s gotten this close!” Itadori muttered, still tying the tourniquet, “Hey Sukuna! If I die, you die too, right?

“If you don’t want that, then help me out!”

“Nope!” he grinned, popping up on his cheek, gaining my attention, “Even if the parts of me inside you die, there are eighteen other fragments of my soul.

“Still, irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can!

“Then I’ll go for that woman! She’s a lively one. I’ll have fun with her.

“And of course there's her.” he chimed looking at me, making me sweat, “I've had my eye on her since you swallowed my finger. I'll be sure to take my time on you.” He added, speaking to me this time. I gulped.

“I’m not going to let you do that.” Itadori barely whispered in horror.

“I bet. But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die.”

“Don’t listen to Sukuna, Yuji.” I uttered, scoffing at the cursed spirit, who eyed me curiously, “He’s trying to rile you up. And I can tell it’s working!

“I won’t let anything else happen to you two.” I concluded, “I’ll die before that happens.” I vowed.

“Cute, cute!” Sukuna cackled, “You think you can fight it, hm?

“You’re weak-”

“Can it, four eyes-”

The next thing we knew, the creature shot something out of its mouth at us, causing a small explosion, causing our ears to ring, unable to hear anything else. That’s when I realised it didn’t use a technique - a jujutsu.

It was pure cursed energy that it shot at us.

‘That’s possible…?’

“Fushiguro!” Itadori cried through the fog but it was so hard to hear, “(L/N)!” I shook my head, trying to get rid of the ringing that had all but ruined my hearing for the moment. But as he called both our names again we both snapped out of it, “Take Kugisaki and (L/N) and get out of here! I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out. As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal. Once you do…

“I’ll switch with Sukuna.”

“You know you can’t do that!” Fushiguro yelled, “Not with only one arm against a special-grade!”

“Look closer.” he explained, nodding towards the creature, “It’s having fun.” Fushiguro gasped, “It’s obviously toying with us.” I sighed and nodded, knowing this all too well, “I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!”

“Fushiguro! Please.”

“I’m going nowhere.” I exclaimed sharply, “Fushiguro will find Kugisaki with his Shikigami and get her out of here.

“But I will stay here.” I explained.

“No!” both yelled looking over at me sharply. I glared.

“I’m immune to curses.” I explained quickly, “I will be untouchable to both Sukuna and this curse.

“I need to stay to ensure your safety since I can’t heal you. I’ll then distract him long enough for you all to get out.”

“No way!” Itadori barked as Fushiguro shook his head.

“She’s right, Itadori!” He explained quickly, “If anyone has any chance of fighting this thing, it’s (L/N)-senpai!”

“I can’t leave.” Itadori concluded, “I refuse.”

“We can’t release Sukuna!” I argued, dodging the creatures next attack as it watched us in glee, “It will be too dangerous-”

“I won’t let you die, either!” Itadori concluded, “You can’t phase through it forever, right?” I froze at that.

We hadn’t found my limit yet. But, according to Gojo, my cursed energy is the most efficient he’s seen. And because of my supposed mixed heritage to Sugawara Michizane and the other two Big Three Vengeful Spirits of Japan, I have large levels of cursed energy, larger than Gojo has seen before. I haven’t run out before, but who knew how long it would be before that would happen, especially if I had to wait for a signal from Fushiguro. And that’s ignoring if I need to produce a lot of positive energy to heal both Itadori and I.

Itadori was right. We needed Sukuna.

“Fine.” I concluded, “Stay with me, keep close. I’m going to try and protect you.”

“But, (L/N)-senpai-”

“I’m staying. Sukuna is a last resort, okay?” I explained quickly, earning a sharp nod. I nodded back before ordering Fushiguro to leave. To my surprise, when he started running, he grabbed the name tag of the prisoner on his way out.

Once Fushiguro was out, we both got into stance, watching the curse as we thought of a game plan. Itadori refused to stay behind me, determined to protect me, despite my desperation to make him stay behind me so that I could protect him.

The curse in retort pulled off his trousers, making me sweat in confusion as it chuckled, leaving only its undergarments. I looked over at Itadori, who shrugged, before looking back at the curse. Itadori snorted.

“Trying to say it’s easier to move around in your underwear?”

“I mean, I feel you there, bro.” I admitted, rolling my shoulders, “If it were appropriate that’s how I’d live.”

Itadori wanted to joke, but he was too locked into the danger of the situation at hand. All as he contemplated on what to do.

I, on the other hand, went for the curse. From my training, I continued to isolate areas with Immunity so that I could still attack whilst not taking hits. So that’s what I did as I went to punch the curse when it tried to send cursed energy my way, dodging before making contact.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t with his face, but his palm, making me sweat as he laughed at me.

‘Fast…!’

Opening my palm, I grasped his hand and pulled him to me, catching him off guard, before headbutting him in the face with cursed energy, causing some blood to splutter from him. Itadori then came in, ready to support. However, before I could get to him, the curse threw a wave of cursed energy at him, sending him flying into the wall.

“Yuji!” I cried, running over to him. But the curse was faster, grinning as he advanced on Itadori with a cursed energy sphere, punching him through the wall and sending him bouncing onto the floor, causing me to cry out his name again.

With a growl, I appeared behind the curse and went to kick it through the gap, only for it to appear behind me and shove me through with cursed energy, just as he had done with Itadori moments before, sending me flying and into the wall on the other side.

Itadori only rose up when he was able to snap out of his abused state, the curse having begun to charge up before unleashing horrendously strong cursed energy.

“Senpai!” he yelled as I groaned. However when I got up I cursed, eyes widening as he held his hand out, trying to fight the cursed energy beam going through him and into me.

That’s when I realised that I wasn’t activating Immunity. And also that I wasn’t injured by his cursed energy.

‘No… if anything I absorbed it.’ I realised, feeling stronger, ‘I have more cursed energy.’

Itadori was crying and bloody, the pain unimaginable as his fingers slowly began to disintegrate. He began to regret his actions regarding the cursed object and how he wanted to run and get away. About how he didn’t want to die.

And I could feel it in his cursed energy. But not as much as I felt the sadistic pleasure from the cursed energy I absorbed from the curse currently hurting my son.

‘Yuji…’

“Don’t think!” Itadori cried, what was remaining of his hands out before falling back and into the wall all over again.

It was enough to send me into sadistic rage, the curse laughing at my anger.

I gritted my teeth, running towards it at a speed I didn’t know I was capable of, ready to punch it in the face again. However, I disappeared before reappearing behind it. That’s when I kicked through his back and out the other side, making it scream and writhe.

Pulling my leg out I went to punch it in the face, but it threw me to the ground, winding me.

“I was so full of myself.” I heard Itadori utter to himself as he stared at the ground in front of him, “I thought I was strong. I thought I was at least strong enough to choose when I died.

“I’m weak!” he looked at his hand, fingertips gone as I continued to pull on the arms of the curse, slowly and painfully, my tears flowing at the sight of Itadori.

To my surprise he began to heal himself from my cursed enhanced motions. I rolled over, narrowly avoiding it’s kick as I backed up, ready to go toe-to-toe with the creature all over again.

Unfortunately for the curse, I would get better with each move he made. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t take some beatings, but I was prepared to. It meant I could fight.

Unfortunately, no matter my natural speed, I didn’t have the reflexes to match, causing him to send me flying into the wall again without cursed energy this time. I was embedded in it, passing out for a moment.

“(F/N)-senpai…” Itadori uttered when he saw me before shaking his head, “I’m far too weak!” he yelled, standing up. He gripped his head with what was left of his hands as he cried, “Augh, I don’t want to die! No! No way!”

“But… I am going to die!”

Itadori began to focus on his emotions before imagining putting it into his fist. He was ready to be useful, in his mind, before charging.

“Yuji…!” I mumbled, in a daze, only for the curse to grab his cursed energy enhanced fist, making me curse as I got out of the rubble, slowly, whilst healing myself. The curse laughed at him as I snarled.

“Don’t you dare!” I barked, sensing its next move, up and out of the rubble as quickly as I could be.

“Damn it!”

But all of a sudden there was a howl. A loud howl.

It was Fushiguro’s signal.

I breathed a sigh of relief. They were safe.

However, I realised quickly there was no defeating this curse between Itadori and I. So I nodded at Itadori and instantly Sukuna was released from Itadori’s mind, healing him just as instantly as the special-grade curse flinched back at his presence.

I was ready to run.

Unfortunately, he grabbed me with an unimpressed look on his face, making me gasp in surprise.

“What a thoroughly annoying brat. He’s obviously screwing with me.” he contemplated, fist to chin in thought, the other hand letting go of me, “Go nowhere.” he ordered, directed at me, before patting the scared cursed spirit on the shoulder, “Hold on a moment. I’m thinking right now.”

The curse nodded profusely as Sukuna continued to think aloud.

“What can I do to make that brat regret this?” After a few moments of thinking, he grinned, “Hey, let’s go kill some kids. I’ve got one in mind already.”

I gasped, retreating. I knew he was talking about Fushiguro and Kugisaki, and I realised quickly that this was bad. He was going to bring the curse to us to fight the three of us.

‘Shit, shit, shit!’

However, before I could retreat, to my shock, It hopped away, scared and prepared to hesitantly brawl despite Sukuna’s unthreatening demeanour. He motioned for him to follow, growing the hand back and adding, “Follow me.”

However, the creature began to panic, forming strong cursed energy into a ball with both hands before throwing it.

“S-Sukuna-!” I pointed, but he simply rolled his eyes at my attempt to warn him.

“Baka.” he paused as the attack bypassed him, hand out, before looking at his hand, “Ah, shit. I healed this one, too.” I blinked.

‘He was purposefully not healing it.’ I shook my head, ‘He used the reverse cursed technique.’

He put his hands in his pockets, looking back at the curse, “You don’t like walks?” he looked away, “Well, cursed spirits are usually supposed to stay where they’re born. Fine, fine. In that case…” he grinned, “You die here!” he exclaimed, rushing the cursed spirit and grabbing it by the face before it could so much as twitch, “Hey what’s the matter? You’re not finished already, are you?” the creature gritted its teeth as it attempted to rise up, shakily, “That’s it. Come on, try harder.”

From there he stomped on its head, pressure causing the archway we were standing on to collapse and crumble, causing us all to fall.

I screamed, but found myself floating in the air, something Sukuna noted with slight intrigue. I gasped in surprise.

‘Nullification… It allows me to hover.’ I realised, slowly descending into the water before looking for an escape. This was all whilst I saw the spirit grasping at Sukuna’s foot, only for Sukuna to cut off their remaining arm and chill on a piece of debris after it attempted to throw him in a circle.

“Even a cursed spirit,” he raised his hand, holding the arm of the cursed spirit, “would miss their arm, right?” He cackled maniacally as the creature fell into the water below them.

I wasn't completely dumb. This was my opportunity to escape.

So that's what I did, spinning as I carefully, and quietly, made my way through the walls.

“Oi, don't move.” I froze, turning back to look at Sukuna who was smirking my way. I gulped.

‘Shit…’

“I haven't forgotten about you. Just be patient and wait there for me, woman.”

I cursed again. That was definitely addressed to me.

So I decided to run. However he was in front of me before I could even process what was happening. Hand on my shoulder, he stopped me from moving forward, physically bringing me to the curse that was currently embedded in the wall. I gulped along with it.

“Don’t try me.” he warned, pushing me forward, “Sit here.”

I did as I was told as Sukuna turned back to the curse. That was when he spliced the curse into five and embedded it into the wall.

“Hey, did you know? We’re both classified as special-grade, apparently.” Sukuna noted, looking up at the curse with a grin, “Both you and me, man.”

The spirit began to regenerate, forcing itself shakily out of the wall one new limb at a time. Sukuna watched on, still grinning.

“Good job, special-grade. Keep trying.” before the cursed spirit jumped before him, “You look happy. Want me to praise you?

“But healing with cursed energy isn’t that hard for cursed spirits, unlike for humans. Neither you nor these brats really understand what curses truly are.

“This is a good opportunity, so I’ll show you… What real jujutsu is.” he concluded before putting his fingers together in a specific formation.

“Domain Expansion.” He closed his eyes before opening them again, revealing his domain, “Malevolent Shrine!” I gasped in shock, instantly activating Nullification to be safe from the attack. The creature made a gurgling noise before it was split into five, making me gasp again.

“S-Sukuna…” I muttered, shocked as I tried to deconstruct his technique, but it made my head hurt.

“I was planning to cut you in three slices, but you’re really weak.

“Oh, yeah,” he noted, pulling out the finger from the cavity in the curses’ chest, “and then there’s this.

“I’ll be taking this.” he concluded, lifting it up as the pieces of the curse lit up from damage.

“It’s over.” Sukuna exclaimed, “This sucks! If you’re gonna switch, just do it already!” When he was met with silence from Itadori, Sukuna added, “What’s the matter, brat?” It was then he realised something. And he grinned so wide and gave a shallow laugh.

He was in control and not Itadori.

So I waited and waited until Itadori would take over, sure it would happen at any moment. When it didn’t, I began to panic. And it was delicious in Sukuna’s eyes.

‘Shit…’

Before Sukuna could even turn to me, I was out of there, running. He tsked at me, rolling his eyes.

“I thought I told you-” he grinned, appearing in front of me, “-to wait!”

Freedom was so close, yet so far as I felt him grab ahold of my uniform at the scruff, choking me as he tore the neck of my fabric. I squeaked, faltering slightly in my speed as I ripped off the blazer before he grabbed my hair next, making me wince and eyes widen in surprise and pain.

“Come, now.” he grinned evilly, “There’s no need to fight the inevitable.” I snarled.

“Get fucked, Sukuna! Fuck you!” I snarled, earning a child-like giggle.

“Exactly.

“Now get on your knees, whore.” I snarled.

“No fucking way!” I growled, going to punch him in the stomach, only for him to grab my fist and swat it away as though it were nothing.

Sukuna watched with amusement as I clawed at his hand still in my hair as he forced me down, though I refused to kneel despite his attempts. I couldn’t help but snarl, pulling him by the arm and flipping him over onto his back, catching him off guard. Immediately I raised up and went to stomp on him, but he blocked it with a grin, grabbing ahold of my foot.

“That’s more like it. You do know it’ll make it worse for you, though, right?”

Pushing me, I fell over with a yelp and before I could process it, hitting my head, he was on me, face to face with a wicked grin.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt flesh on flesh.” he chuckled, “And yours is especially soft. Like the most pliable cotton, threatening to spill delicious blood at any moment.” he mused, feeling along my cheek, tauntingly, “I bet you bruise beautifully.”

“Don’t.” I flinched as he caressed my side, going up and down my body with a teasing touch. He chuckled.

“All that bravado gone and what is left, hm?” he whispered into my ear as he pressed himself against me, “A worm.”

“Fuck you.” I spat.

“You haven’t pushed me away yet.” he remarked, “I’m hardly pinning you here. Maybe you are trained already.” as if realising he was right, I tried to push him off of me, but failed, earning a chuckle, “So weak.” I snarled at that notion, close to tears at how helpless I felt.

When I applied cursed energy, however, I found myself able to roll us and jumped back, ready to fight. Sukuna didn’t say anything, simply rolled his eyes and shoulders before putting his hands back in his pockets. He was casual, as if to say ‘fine if we must’ as I used my cursed energy to fight him.

He was surprised, actually, at how quick I was and how capable I had become after a few, albeit long, sessions with Gojo, Itadori and Fushiguro. He had to put some energy into the scenario in order to bat away my attacks.

So I ramped them up, going faster.

“You know, I theorised that Gojo let you hit him that day.” he grinned, “But now you’re starting to intrigue me with how quick you’re learning.” he admitted as I growled.

“What do you want me to say to that?”

“Gratitude would be nice.” I scoffed.

“I’ll show you gratitude when you switch back with Yuji.” he laughed.

“Fat chance.”

I was tiring. I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. I feigned energy, but I was exhausted and overstimulated.

Sukuna was just too fast. Not to mention he was still doing this half heartedly. It made me realise how easy Gojo had been actually going with me during his sparring sessions. It also made me realise I needed to practise more. I needed more if I were going to go toe to toe with the beast that was Sukuna.

However Sukuna could read me like a book despite my attempts to mask. He knew when I was about to run away based on lacking energy, using the last of it to hopefully get me to safety. He could see the very moment I’d even thought I could.

And when I did, he was already there, gripping me close to his chest as though he’d teleported in front of me, making me squeak like a mouse, in his mind.

“You know, I can tell you’re getting tired.” he chuckled, “You can’t improve if the other person isn’t willing, can you?”

That was why I wasn’t improving. He wasn’t investing. And he watched as horror displayed itself on my features.

“Beautiful, really. You weren’t meant for fighting, were you?” he cooed, making me cringe as his nose rubbed mine before he chucked me through a few walls to his left. When that was over, he did the same only up.

“This ought to have tired you out.”

He then picked me up by the hair again and dragged me into the centre of the new room, throwing me down on the ground violently, causing craters and cracks to form before the floor caved in, making me fall to the lowest level of the building. I groaned, body littered with cuts, bruises and some broken bones as I coughed the dust out of my lungs. But still, I rose up, ignoring the pain as my body automatically healed itself and was already back in stance, something Sukuna noted with sincere intrigue.

“Oi, oi!” he clapped, cheerily, “You’re lasting longer than I expected! Durable, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

So I went for him again, finding more energy despite the dwindling supply. Sukuna watched, curious as I continued to attempt to battle him, resulting in sending me flying through more walls and up through the ceilings of the buildings and then back down through them all over again. And despite all of this, I continued to get into sparring position and then charging. It was impressive, he had to admit, that determination to win. It was quite attractive.

“I picked well!” he beamed, punching me in the gut, causing me to cough up blood, “You’re so determined. Maybe it wasn’t all talk.” he wondered as I staggered back, starting to feel the brunt of my attempts, “You tired out yet? I’m getting bored waiting for your tantrum to be over.” I snarled, remembering my purpose and finding more energy I didn’t even know I had.

I said nothing as I charged again, this time feigning my moves before twisting to create new ones. I harnessed my cursed technique as well as I could, adapting on the fly to his rebuttals. It got to the point that I thought I might be able to land a hit.

Until he vanished only to kick me into the ground behind me, winding me and thoroughly shattering my ribcage and sternum.

He chuckled before sitting on top of me as I wheezed, passing out for a moment before coming to as he gently began to caress my bleeding head. He began smearing it across my cheek when tears from the pain and fatigue fell, cooing at me. All whilst I tried to regain control over my own head, which was spinning. I didn’t know what was up or down and he liked the fucked up look on my features. He chuckled again.

“I kept your pretty face clean, huh?” he noted, continuing to caress my face as though it were fine china, “After all, I want something pretty to look at when I fuck.” he admitted before grinning down at me when I came to again, having passed out momentarily for the second time, “You prefer this, huh? Want to be romanced like I was Gojo?” I groaned my disagreement, but it only made him cackle more, “There must be someone you like.”

I spit out some blood onto his face in response, earning a maniacal grin.

“Don’t act so shy now. You know I already know your attraction to powerful men.” I tsked and rolled my eyes.

“Then you really don’t know me, huh?” I muttered horsley, shaking my head as I attempted to get my eyesight back, “I really am not that interested in men, women or otherwise unless there’s something they can give me.”

“Hm. I suppose we’re one in the same there.” he snickered, “How does that feel?” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re insane-” Shoving him off of me with all my strength so I was straddling him, dripping with sarcasm, “-we make a great match.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, feeling up my thighs through the gaps in my trousers. It was then he dragged his nails across my thighs, cutting them and making me wince and clench, before bringing the blood to his mouth. He groaned.

“So delicious for a whore-”

“I’m not a whore!” I snapped, slapping him across the face with cursed energy, causing his head to snap to the side, “I’m done with your shit! Either kill me or go away!”

I looked down at him in horror as I raised my hand, realisation of what I’d just done coming to the surface. So when he grinned, my heart fell into my ass all over again as I gulped.

‘I fucked up.’

“You still have fight. Adorable, really. I’ll allow it this one time.” he mused, gripping my thighs so hard they not only bled where his nails met my skin, but would bruise in large hand-shaped marks, “But I’m done playing.”

I knew what was coming next.

The next thing I know, everything was removed. My bra, underwear, trousers and overskirt, gone.

The seriousness of the situation dawned upon me further as the cold air nipped at me, raising the hairs on my skin as I shivered, causing me to let out an audible gasp. When he grinned up at me, hands still in a bruising grip on my thighs, I gulped, all three eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Better than I expected.” he admitted, licking his lips, “It’s been so long.” he grinned, reaching out to tweak my pierced nipple, but I slapped him away, earning a dark look.

“Do that again and I’ll cut it off.” he warned, making me whimper. However when I made a motion to move, to hide myself from his gaze, he pushed me onto my back before flipping onto me.

“S-Sukuna-!”

“Don’t beg.” He warned, lowly, “Unless it's to fill you with my seed.” My eyes widened as I began to panic.

As if sensing a whole new wave of protest, he grabbed my face and smashed my head into the floor. Once, twice, thrice. Just enough to know I wouldn’t do anything to stop him from completing his desires.

I groaned, dazed as he leaned back and observed me fully. So bare before him, he awed at the way my nipples stiffened in response to him barely touching them, indulging in tracing his fingers across all my piercings and loved the smell of my sex in the air.

“Too beautiful for a sorcerer.” he mused, moving my hair out of my face as he caressed and assaulted my body with his hands and eyes, “They should have kept you as a breeding tool. Then maybe you wouldn’t get pregnant with my child.”

I was too dazed to understand what he was saying. I watched as he nipped and sucked at my skin, peppering it with undesired attention, being cruel as he used his teeth and watched for my skin’s reaction. When it wasn’t satisfactory, he’d up his motions until he was fully biting my neck, collar bone, breasts and thighs, making me cry out in pain. I couldn't help my whimpers and moans, filter off in my dazed state.

“So responsive.” he chuckled. I didn’t take it in at all, even as he began salivating at my core, having moved lower and lower. He was nose deep as he began to lap at my juices. It was when he harshly sucked on my clit and I moaned his name, much to his amusement, that I realised what was going on and namely who the culprit was.

“S-stop…!” I uttered out, hand to my head as I attempted to stabilise myself.

However Sukuna didn’t stop. He continued to lick and suck harshly at my clit and lips in a cruel pace, flicking his tongue expertly against me as he lapped up my juices greedily. Sometimes he dipped into my clenching hole, just for an extra taste, curling it around. He considered this treating himself. And god did it taste so good; like nectar of the Gods.

When I started to squirm and pant, unable to fight him off any longer, he pinned my pelvis and thighs to the floor, open and exactly where he wanted them. And all I could do was cum on his tongue until he was done, body overstimulated and aching.

“Mh! N-no! No more- s’ too m-much!” I squeaked, pleading as if it would make any difference. Sukuna wasn’t so much interested in my pleasure - even my foggy brain could comprehend that.

No, he was trying to make this memorable. Traumatic. He also wanted to prove a point, which was that he could break me whilst also proving there would never be anyone better than him. There was nothing better than putting a bitch in their place.

I yelped as he nipped harshly on my clit when I tried to find purchase with my hands in his hair, so I clawed at the ground as I had another orgasm come and go, squirting my juices onto his face, something which made his cock jump to attention; he chose well.

Sukuna would stop when he wanted to stop. He would pay attention to my body, sure, but right now he was only interested in breaking me and his own pleasure. And right now he was indulging himself in a taste he hadn’t experienced in so, so long.

Thoroughly prepped, Sukuna didn’t waste time in pulling his cock out. However, I’d grown more lucid and began to kick and fuss, earning a slap to my tits.

“Don’t stop me. I will kill you.”

“You’ll kill me, anyway!”

“Not if you have a use.” he snickered cruelly before pulling me to meet his pelvis, cock rubbing against my folds, teasingly, smearing our fluids against one another, earning a shaky moan from Sukuna, “And you are useful.”

I grabbed at his face, his chest, his hair - anywhere I could get purchase - to try and shove him off in my weakened state. But I couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t even taking my attempts seriously, instead laughing down at me as lined up his cock with my entrance before slowly plunging in.

Instantly his face was contorted into something tense until he bottomed out, then it relaxed as he released a deep, shaky breath.

“Looks like you’re not a whore after all. So fucking tight…” he hissed as I cried, “I wonder what you’d feel like on my cock in my true form.” He snickered cruelly, “I’d split you in half with just one of them.”

Crying was all I could do as I tried to push him away using his chest as leverage. When I did, however, he pinned both wrists to the ground before pulling out, only to slam back in harshly, setting a brutal pace that had me unable to make any noise even if I’d wanted to.

Sukuna didn’t remember it feeling quite as good as this. No, he was sure this was all me. And it made him drunk on the sensation. Enough that he just wanted to bury himself in me and stay that way for a while, but he remembered the point of this exercise was more than to get him off.

No, this was about putting me in my place.

He hardly even considered that this could’ve been Itadori’s virginity he was taking for him, nor did he care. He also didn’t care for my feelings, either. In fact, he was revelling in my silent cries as he continued to pound into my wet cunt, obnoxious squelching and slapping noises reverberating off the walls of the concrete jungle we were in with each thrust.

Unsurprisingly, I was dead to the world by this point, pliant in his hold, enough that he was able to bend me in a mating press, pleasantly surprised by my flexibility as he got impossibly deeper inside whilst pushing my knees to my head, practically fucking my cervix. It was painful, but also pleasurable - pain I could take. But gaining any pleasure from this was the last thing I wanted.

I would not cum on his cock of all places.

But the way his cock buried itself inside of me, bruising that sweet spot at such a sickening pace was enough to leave me seeing stars as I dissociated.

“Still ready to fight?” he chuckled, “I’ll fuck that out of you-” He snarled, getting lost in the sensation of my hole quivering around him, milking him, “That’s right, take it all.”

He was getting close.

Suddenly I was violently slammed back into the driver’s seat as he folded me into a deeper mating press, wanting to see me cum as he choked me out. I shook my head, desperate to avoid it. Desperate not to cum. He chuckled, amused at this visible attempt, a vein popping on my forehead.

“What’s wrong? Don’t wanna cum?” he snickered.

It felt so damn good. But it was dirty and I didn’t want it.

“You’re going to cum on my cock.” Sukuna whispered harshly against my ear, not sparing me a glance as he watched himself enter and exit me, over and over rhythmically, sweaty forehead to my own. It was addicting to watch and with four eyes, he was more than capable of watching everything he wanted to - my face when I came and whatever came out of me as my climax washed over me, causing me to cry out as I squirted down his cock.

“S-Sukuna!” I found myself clawing at his back as he fucked me through my high. He laughed at me as I tried to find purchase, eyes rolling back so prettily.

“Beautiful, beautiful.” he sang, “Prepare yourself. I’m going to breed this tight cunt.” he grinned viciously, grip leaving my thighs to grasp directly at my hips, forcing me against him impossibly closer as he chased his own high, causing me to orgasm a second time.

“So easy to make you cum.” he chuckled airily, “Gonna do it again? Hm?” I shook my head violently as tears spilled. Whether it was from the earth shattering orgasms or the disgusting nature of them, I wasn’t sure. But all I knew is he was fucking me dumb and I didn’t like it. Especially at his next words.

“You cum when I tell you to, you got that Pet?” he warned, “Otherwise I won’t stop fucking you until you do.” he warned before chuckling, “Or maybe I’ll do both.” he grinned nodding as he huffed against me, “See how many orgasms I can get out of you.”

I knew I was doomed then. Because I was close and Sukuna knew it from the way I gripped him as he buried himself inside of me over and over again.

But I did what I was told. I held it off as much as I could. It’s not like I wanted to cum in the first place. But he could tell I was failing in my war against it, eyes screwed shut with tears falling as I babbled, squealed and panted in my attempts. He chuckled.

“Now. Cum now.” he barked in my ear, picking up the pace impossibly fast. I shook my head.

“Fuck you!” I snarled as I came, nails digging into his neck and back until they were surely bleeding. He didn’t care; revelled in it, in fact.

It was enough that he, proudly, could climax inside of me. However he didn’t let up. Instead, he continued to rut into me at the same brutal pace, as though he hadn’t cum at all, fucking his and my cum into me. It was then it became obvious that he was only interested in his own pleasure and watching me come undone all for the wrong reasons.

I was desperate for it to be over as he changed positions slightly, sitting up as he grasped my legs and pulled them to his chest. It reached new depths and I suspected that his cock had not only bruised my cervix but was downright fucking it from the blinding pain I was in.

I clawed at the ground until my fingers were bleeding. I couldn’t stop my cries and moans despite trying my best. I felt dirty. I felt used. And he was nowhere close to done based on how he was fucking into me so rhythmically. As though he was addicted.

And in a way he was. He was getting pussy drunk as he watched my tits bounce with each thrust. It was downright addictive.

He couldn’t let me go after this. No, he couldn’t let Gojo have me. It was rare he found a feisty woman he could dominate so well. Especially when he realised I had two vaginas for him to fuck; it was perfect, he concluded, scheming.

No, this was a dynamic he wanted to continue.

So, once I’d passed out as he continued to use me for his own pleasure, he made sure to mark me on my throat. Somewhere obvious. Somewhere anyone could be reminded of him. It was the same shape as the seal on his tongue whenever he spoke in Itadori’s body. And it linked to him.

He would know what I was doing at all times. He’d be able to keep track of me. He couldn’t help but laugh as he climaxed, leaving more bruises on me as he forced me to cum through my passed-out state, flicking my clit mercilessly, watching as I spasmed around him, more fluid shooting out and onto his pelvis despite my state.

This was exactly as he’d imagined it would be. Ne, better, even.

This couldn’t have gone better, and he was going to take his time to appreciate and indulge in it, that was sure.

I wasn't sure how long the whole act lasted. I lost track of how many rounds we went, how many times I came or how many times he came. I just know I was red raw and that my body was a bruised mess as he began to mark me with his nails and teeth, clawing and biting - and I mean clawing and biting - at me till I was bleeding and would likely scar. There were bruises everywhere and I was in agony.

I was left there by him until he was done using me, having passed out ages ago. When I came to he was walking away and I was alone. I winced, feeling everything hit me all at once.

I was butt-naked, covered in bruising, bites, scratches and hickeys. I was in pain as his cum pooled out of me and onto the floor, down my thighs.

I used my eyes, seeing Sukuna leave me alone, done with me and my breath hitched when I recognised the image of Fushiguro with him.

I didn’t have a hope in hell of helping him. And yet I stumbled to my feet, grabbing the jumpsuit from one of the dead inmates, not having anything else to cover myself with, before charging.

That was when he looked back at me, ready to use his cursed technique to be away with me. I snarled, dodging the attack with Immunity. But the bigger shock was the fact I was healing myself, without even realising it; it was subconscious and preemptive, which had Sukuna staring at me, finally seeing me as more than just an object.

“Oi, oi, oi!” he chuckled, “Even more potential!” he beamed, laughing maniacally. I glared as he added, “Maybe you were right and you have more use than just a cock sleeve. Look at you.” he cackled and immediately I grew suspicious, “I did cum in you, afterall. Only a woman interesting is worthy of my seed.

“Come on.” he motioned for me to run at him, “I’ll entertain you. See if you can implement positive energy with your fighting style.” he offered, making me gasp.

This was a turn. Originally he was planning to just use me to get off and leave, keeping me alive for future use. But now I’d intrigued him to the point that he wanted me to go all out.

So, I did as I was told, even as his cum spilled out of my womb and through the jumpsuit, some down my legs, the abuse still raw. And yet I was still trying.

It was something that made his grin impossibly wider.

I was already quite fast - fast enough to mostly keep up with a slow version of Gojo. However, when I applied my cursed energy to them, it allowed me to speed up closer to both Gojo and Sukuna’s levels. The more I practised, the faster I got and even Sukuna could plainly see my quick learning and adaptability.

What really intrigued him, however, was my attempts at my cursed techniques. He watched as I bobbed and weaved through his attacks, literally, whilst keeping my fist aimed towards him physical. It meant that, whilst none of his hits were landing, I was still able to attack whilst isolating parts of my body.

That required a lot of concentration and control.

So when I tried to apply positive energy, his grin became even wider. He watched as it flared between one hand and the other. However, when I stopped, he frowned.

“You can’t stop in the middle of a battle, brat.” he glared, “You dare waste my time?” I shook my head.

“I-I’m trying to do something but…”

“What is it now?” I frowned.

“If I can just combine them, I can use them simultaneously.” I mumbled, earning a raised brow. I looked down at my hands, brows furrowed, as I attempted to channel both positive energy and cursed energy together, only for it to create more positive energy. I growled.

“No one can use them simultaneously-” Sukuna began, ready to mock.

Until I did. I grinned.

“Emulsification.” I concluded, walking in a semicircle towards him. His gaze didn’t drop from my hands, “The ability to use Immunity as a barrier to mix positive energy AND cursed energy simultaneously, without cursed energy turning directly into positive energy.”

“You used the basic capability of Immunity to separate and yet mix the two.” he laughed, “Nice, very nice.” he commended before motioning for me to rush him, “Now fight me. Show me your worth.”

Unfortunately, Sukuna was anything but kind when it came to his fights. And I wasn’t good enough to avoid all of his hits as he attempted to throw me up into the reminder of the ceiling, sending me up and then down.

When I landed with a flip, I went for him again. Punch, kick, block. I couldn’t land a hit as he effortlessly dodged, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

When he punched me in the face, through the building and into the rain, he dragged me through the floor, making me groan as my head bled. Instantly I was already applying cursed energy preemptively to heal myself, but I didn’t realise one terrifying prospect.

“(L/N)-senpai?!”

My eyes widened when I heard Fushiguro. Shaking my head I got to my feet.

“Get out of here, Megumi-”

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back.” Sukuna greeted, appearing behind Fushiguro as I ran over towards him, getting between them, “Don’t be so frightened. I’m in a great mood right now.

“Let’s chat for a bit.” he concluded, walking past us with his hands in his pocket, casually, “This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact. Feels like he’s having some trouble switching back.

“Still, though…” Sukuna removed his shirt and hoodie, forcefully, “It’s only a matter of time.

“So… I thought about what I can do right now.”

To our shock and horror, Sukuna stabbed into his chest, causing him to cough up blood, and reached in. We both gasped.

“Wh-what are you…?” I shook my head.

“His heart…” our eyes widened.

“I’m taking this brat hostage. Fucking you was just the start.” Sukuna cackled, making Fushiguro look over at me, horrified as the realisation of what had happened to me, and why I was wearing different clothes, dawned upon him. However, he was distracted by the heart.

“Hostage?!” Fushiguro begged, tense.

“Yeah. I can live without this, but that ain’t true for the brat.” he revealed, throwing it to the side. I gulped.

“Switching out with me means he dies.”

‘Reverse cursed technique will be able to heal him, but I’d have to go through Sukuna; it’s not like he’s gonna let Itadori take control before dying nor will he let me use the technique without a fight…’

“Also…” he added, bringing out the finger the cursed spirit had had lodged in its chest, “For good measure.” he grinned, before slowly eating it, “With that, I’m free as a bird.

“You can be frightened now.” he tensed up, grinning maniacally, “I’ll kill you! For no particular reason.”

“Our positions are reversed now.” Fushiguro muttered before getting into position, “You just don’t get it. He’s…

“Itadori’s coming back.” he concluded, me nodding in agreement, “Even if that means he’ll die. That’s just who he is.”

“You give him too much credit. This guy’s just a little tougher and denser than other humans.” he smirked, wiping away the blood from his mouth, “Just a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind, on the verge of death, and prattling on about his regrets and all that nonsense.

“I know for a fact he doesn’t have the guts to kill himself.”

Fushiguro noted that Itadori’s hand was restored, clearly by one of the reverse cursed techniques. However, he also recognised that Sukuna was incarnated and that, therefore, he should still be affected being without a heart. He concluded he’d try to restore his heart before Itadori returns - and I was thinking similarly.

‘We need to restore his heart.’ I frowned, ‘If I could get get close enough to him to do it, we should be good-’

Fushiguro had no clue if he could do that, knowing how he reacted to the special-grade that Sukuna just killed, shaking. He also didn’t think I looked capable of doing the same. However, he concluded it wasn’t about if we ‘could’ - we had no choice.

Immediately Fushiguro signed for his Shikigami, bringing Nue to the front, making me gasp.

“Megumi-!”

Sukuna stretched as Fushiguro charged, Nue going to the other side of Sukuna, both ready to attack. I cursed, but followed, also on the offensive.

“I’m finally outside, after all.” Sukuna grinned, “Let’s use the open space.”

Fushiguro went for a kick, then two punches as I attacked from the other side, both missing as Sukuna dodged expertly, hands still in his pockets like before. More punches, none landing, ensued before Sukuna jumped to the side.

“Interesting.” he mused, “You use Shikigami, but you’ll still come at me yourself.” he concluded as he ignored me, batting off my attacks like a duck in water.

Nue dived, only for Sukuna to dodge again. Frustrated, Fushiguro went for another punch, then a kick as I tried to uppercut him before going for his gut, both trying to take advantage of Nue’s distraction, only for him to continue dodging with his hands still in his pockets.

Fushiguro and I continued to punch and kick with all our might. And Sukuna watched in amusement, chanting, “More.” He then, in a change of pace, grabbed Fushiguro’s fist and pulled him towards himself before swinging him, “More!” he concluded, pulling him so they were face to face, “Put more curse behind it,” he practically purred before backhanding Fushiguro, “when you strike me!”

“Megumi!” I yelled.

“Orochi!” Fushiguro yelled, signing for him. Unperturbed, Sukuna let the Shikigami bite him, pulling him into the sky, “Gang up on him!”

“Megumi, withdraw!” I yelled, seeing his cursed energy flaring even as Nue came in with sparks flying.

Unfortunately, I was too late as Sukuna split Orochi from the inside out and suddenly he was on the ground, fist grappling the back of Fushiguro’s blazer. I gulped, running towards them, unprepared for Sukuna’s next move.

“Hey, what did I just say?” he uttered before throwing Fushiguro through the air.

“Megumi!” I cried before cursing. Quickly I used Nullification to fly after them, going to kick Sukuna before he could reach Fushiguro, only for him to grab my foot, spin me in the air and throw me into Fushiguro.

“Let’s use the open space!” Before leaping after us and kicking us both into the buildings, forcing us both across two buildings.

That wasn’t enough, of course. He then appeared to Fushiguro’s left and kicked him into another building, forcing him through it and out the other side. Before throwing me in the same direction. I just about had time to react, activating Nullification on the descent. My legs were broken and I was suffering many serious injuries. So as I healed myself I looked for Fushiguro, cursing myself for not being capable of healing others.

Nue, on it, swooped in, grappling Fushiguro mid-air as Fushiguro lamented in his mind about how powerful Sukuna is, only for him to jump up, ready to strike them down.

“Nice technique there.” he noted, battering them down and into a building, to which they collapsed through until hitting the bottom.

“Megumi!” I yelled, appearing beside him. Fushiguro, on the other hand, concluded it was best to withdraw Nue before he’s destroyed like Orochi, reminding him of how White Dog was also destroyed.

“I get it now.” Sukuna noted, hands on his hips, “So your Shikigami are created from shadows.

“So what?”

“Hmm…” Sukuna mused, hand to chin, “I don’t get it, though. Why did you run back then?” he chuckled, releasing his chin and motioning his hand outwards, “What a waste of talent.” that caught Fushiguro’s attention, “Whatever.

“Either way, that won’t be enough to fix this.” he directed at the gaping hole in his chest. I deflated as Fushiguro smirked, both realising our plan was figured out, “You’re risking your life over stupid shit. This brat isn’t even worth that much.” Fushiguro hobbled to stand, barely stable as I supported him, only for him to push me behind him as I was close to passing out.

However, he began to get into position, cursed energy enveloping his body, all as he thought of his sister and her curse as well as his deadbeat father. Then it moved onto his desires of wanting more good people to enjoy fairness with no thanks to karma.

“Nice!” Sukuna grinned, “That’s it.

“So this is when you start burning through your life! Now I see.” he uttered, walking forward, “Well, in that case… Show me, Fushiguro Megumi!” he cried.

It was in that moment everything clicked for me. I could digest cursed energy, break it down and read it. It was enough that I could understand Sukuna’s cursed technique and possibly utilise it myself. Everything made sense.

So I watched as Fushiguro prepared his attack and I swallowed, hard, my head hurting.

“Sacred treasure swing and ring, ring, Eight Grip-!”

Suddenly all of his cursed energy left him. He stood there in the rain, still in stance. I was prepared to fight as I was nearly fully healed, but he relaxed slightly, confusing me as I slumped on the ground, spent.

“Just so you know, I… don’t have any logical reason for saving you back then.” Fushiguro admitted, “Even if it was dangerous, I couldn’t bear to see a good person like you die.

“I did have my reservations, but ultimately, it was for selfish, emotional reasons.

“That’s fine, though.” he added, “I’m not a hero.” he released his form and relaxed as Itadori began to take back control, “I’m a jujutsu sorcerer.

“So I’ve never once regretted saving you.”

“Yuji…” I began to cry, shaking my head, unable to use positive energy any longer.

“I see.” Itadori grinned, rubbing the back of his head, “You really are smart, Fushiguro. You’ve put more thought into this than I have.” he admitted before concluding, “I think your conviction’s a proper one, but I don’t think mine is wrong, either.”

More blood spilled from his wound as blood stilled in his body. There wasn’t long left and he knew it. I was close to blacking out.

“Oh, sorry, I’m almost done for.” he reminded, “Guess I won’t have to worry about you both, Kugisaki, or Gojo-sensei.” he uttered before beginning to fall, done for, “Live a long life.”

Fushiguro’s lip wobbled as he held in tears. I, on the other hand, openly bawled my eyes out.

“Yuji…” I cried, bringing my hands to my face as I crouched down beside him, shaking my head. To my surprise, I felt Fushiguro place a hand gently on my head, making me look up.

He gave a weak smile. It held sadness and empathy.

I returned it before passing out.

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OT7: Little Red

In which bangtan pack finds something unexpected in their familiar woods.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf Hybrids!OT7, fox!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, poly!AU, selective mutism, trauma mention

Fic length: long

A/N: just a random Idea I've had in mind.

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Namjoon likes to believe that he's created the perfect place for his pack.

It's safe here, away from the public and other dangers, no one to judge them at all. It's a cozy place where they all feel comfortable and happy, and he's glad there's never been any significant disturbance whatsoever. Not anything he couldn't deal with, so to say.

That all changed one stormy night, when Jimin and Hoseok found you outside, injured and unconscious.

Jimin only notices your bright red tail at first- rest of your body hidden by the bush you'd managed to somewhat escape into, the wolf instantly on high alert at the state you're in. There's blood, the scent of fear and panic clinging onto you, and the fur of your tail seems in a rough shape most of all. "hey- Hoseok!" he calls out, the older wolf instantly noticing the urgency in jimin's voice.

"what- oh god." he mumbles, before crouching down as well to help the youngest wolf pull you out of your makeshift hiding spot. "we need to get her out of this rain first." he says, and jimin nods. "you carry her- I'll go in front and alert Namjoon." he informs him, before he does what he's said he would.

The wound on your thigh is a shot that almost missed- yet did still hit, grazing your thigh once, another one underneath, when another smaller wound makes Jimin nauseous.

This bullet clearly didn't miss.

And when he carries you inside, the rest of the pack is already nervously awaiting him, hoseok having told what happened-

Namjoon's gaze dark, sensing that something isn't quite right here.

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"I managed to get the bullet out." Seokjin says, sighing as he wipes his washed hands. "she's not out of the danger zone yet, but I'm hopeful." he informs Namjoon, who sits with Yoongi and Hoseok in the living room to discuss things.

"they're not allowed to hunt here." Namjoon says. "whether he mistook her for an actual fox or not, these woods are not public property." he angrily says to himself, while Yoongi seems confused.

"whoever shot her clearly knew what they were shooting at." he says. "three shots. One could argue that any hunter would notice what they're shooting after the first." he argues, and Hoseok chimes in.

"it doesn't matter if or if not for now." he tells them. "first and foremost we need to figure out who she is, and where she's from." he leans back on the couch. "she had no collar. No proper clothes. Seems neglected." he crosses his arms angrily. "she's either a wild fox, or a domesticated one."

"I'd put my bets on the latter." Seokjin says at that, making the three other wolves look at him. "a wild fox wouldn't neglect themselves that much. She also clearly tried to seek help."

"and in that case it's even worse." Yoongi sighs. Domesticated fox hybrids need affection and attention. They become depressed and frustrated if abandoned like that. Whoever was your owner prior to this clearly got rid of you by simply throwing you out- your naturally curious and impish nature probably having proven to be more than what they could handle.

"I'll be making some calls to settle the shooting." Namjoon sighs after a while, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yoongi, can you search up any missing hybrid reports for me? Maybe she's on there and just a runaway." he says, and the older wolf nods.

Hopefully this whole thing is easier to solve than it looks.

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"huh?" Jungkook wonders, when he enters the room you should be sleeping in. The bed is empty, several boxes of things that should be in the closet on the floor, and he can spot a rather dirty red tail peeking out the almost closed closet doors. He carefully approaches, opening one of the doors;

Only to be met with your violently shivering form, eyes wide open and staring at him, fluffy ears pinned back. "hey- what're you doing in there?" he carefully asks, squatting down to appear smaller to you. He knows he's physically a little intimidating, especially if you're a domestic breed- and it seems like you are, because you're absolutely terrified of him. "I'm not gonna hurt you okay? I brought food?" he offers, pointing towards a bowl and cereal and a carton of milk he'd put down on a small bedside table. "I'll get it and make you some here okay? You don't have to move." he explains, before carefully retreating to get all the items he'd brought.

He sits near you on the floor, and by now he's noticed that you're shaking a little less, though your entire body language is still absolute panic. He carefully fills the bowl with a bit of cereal and milk, before he offers a spoonful to you. "it's okay, you don't need to move, like I said. But you need to eat something." he worries, and you stare at the spoon for a good moment, drop of milk dripping into the bowl he holds under it, and your hunger gets the best of you as you carefully open your mouth to receive the mouthful of sweet cereal.

You've never had anything like it.

"good girl, tastes good?" he asks with a smile, and you nod a tiny bit, making his grin grow-

And his tail wag, heavily thumping onto the floorboards below.

"here, another one." he offers, and by now you're a bit more at ease, ears now moving a bit more freely; one towards him, the other directed at the door, presumably to catch any faint hint of anyone downstairs. "good job, thank you. See? Nothing bad happening." he reassures, excited that you're relaxing even if it's just a bit.

You work your way through the small amount of cereal with him, before he carefully gets up to bring down the empty bowl and rest of things he'd brought upstairs. "she ate?" Yoongi wonders, and Jungkook nods- though his entire body seems.. Sad.

"she was absolutely terrified, hyung." he says. "like, she was shaking- hiding in the closet."

"Fox behavior." Seokjin clarifies. "they feel safest in closed and dark places because it resembles an underground den. It's surprising she's up already. " he says, as Namjoon enters the room.

"They found the hunter responsible for shooting her. The guy has been on the radar for a while now- they promised to punish him accordingly, whatever that means." he mumbles more or less to himself. "did you find anything?" he asks yoongi, who shakes his head.

"sent emails to almost every shelter in the area. No one knows of a missing fox hybrid, domestic or not." he shrugs. "seems like she really was just dropped."

"poor thing." Jimin sighs, as Taehyung chimes in.

"well, let's take her in for now, at least until she's able to tell us what happened and decide what she wants." he offers. "I can only imagine how confused she must be right now." he says more or less to himself.

"I'm going to have to change the dressings of her wounds, especially now that she's moved so much. Jungkook?" he asks, and the wolf snaps his ears towards him before his head follows. "can you come with me? Seems like she's warmed up to you at least a bit."

Jungkook nods.

when they both enter the room, they can't help but chuckle a bit.

You've put all the boxes and old clothes and unused items stored in the closet neatly at the side, probably after noticing the mess you've made prior. "darling, can you open the door for me?" Seokjin carefully asks.

"I'm here too- you don't have to worry!" Jungkook reassures as well, and at that, you peek out the partially opened closet door.

"hello there." Seokjin smiles, and notices your eyes on him. "hm?" he wonders, until you open the door a bit more. "ah- you remember me?" he wonders, and you nod a little, making his eyes widen. He didnt think you'd be able to- after all, the little moment you'd woken up while he had tried to take out the bullet in your leg could barely count as being conscious. "what a good memory! I'm impressed." he praises, and you seem to become flustered by that.

Secretly, Seokjin had been worried that you might not understand them. With they way you react to his words however, it's obvious that you're able to understand quite well what he's saying-

So you really are a domesticated fox.

What pains them both even worse is just how quick you trust them after only such small gestures of kindness- easily letting Jin clean and re-wrap your leg so your wounds can heal properly. You seem curious but so awfully scared by the smallest of sounds that it hurts to watch you.

And when they leave, you instantly crawl back into the closet.

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"hey- little fox?" Jimin carefully asks, setting down what he'd brought before knocking on the closet door. He hears you moving before you carefully open the doorway tiny bit, eyes wide at the unfamiliar face in front of you now. "hi there. I'm Jimin- I brought something for you." he offers, and you open the door a bit wider, to look at exchange he slides towards you.

A spray bottle of some sorts, and a brush.

You seem confused, blinking at the items before you look back at him. "for your pretty tail. I'm sure you'd like to have it all neat and clean again hm?" he says, and you become flushed at that, ears drooping.

You do want that.

"Would you like me to do it?" he asks carefully, and you seem to think for a moment- bevor you open the closet fully, turning around. He carefully works his way through the tangles and slight matts of your tail, brushing everything out with the help of the detangling spray at his side. You occasionally move around, until you're laying on your side, cuddling up to bunched up blankets and pillows while Jimin gently grooms your tail for you.

When he's done, he's sure you're asleep- but then you grab his wrist carefully, looking up at him before you slow-blink.

And he feels like crying, because you're just too sweet to ever have to go through the things you did.

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Namjoon and Taehyung meet you a few days later all bundled up in a soft blanket, hair freshly dried and body finally clean. You're less scared, still on high alert, but also in a way better condition health wise. Though you're not allowed to walk, Jungkook seems perfectly happy carrying you around, setting you down on one of the chairs outside in the backyard where they've lit a small fire to laze around. "I'll get you a snack. Be right back!" Jungkook promises, and you look after him, before your ears snap towards the fire cracking- Taehyung unable to silence his chuckle next to Namjoon.

You're visibly curious but hesitant- looking at them, but never saying anything. Seokjin suspects selective mutism resulting from trauma- meaning you don't speak not because you physically can't, but you're mentally unable do so. Until that trauma is resolved, you will most likely stay silent- and you'd felt awful about it, until the oldest wilf had reassured you that you can take all the time you need.

"I'm Namjoon, this is Taehyung." the pace leader explains gently, and you nod, a sign that you heard and understood. The blanket is so thick only your head is really visible- and it's the cutest sight they've ever witnessed.

"there we go!" Jungkook triumphs, walking up to sit next to you with a bag of tiny pretzels inside. "here!" he offers one, and you take it without any hesitation, by now knowing that what Jungkook offers you is always yummy food. The snack is a little salty and crunchy and you decide you really like it, eyes closing and ears drooping in happiness at the taste of it.

Everyone witnessing it wants to melt on the spot.

You're just adorable.

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Hoseok and Yoongi are quiet- but comfortably so.

In order to get you used to them, everyone occasionally spends their daily tasks in your room, so you can get accustomed to their scents, habits and behaviors. It helps a lot- by now, you're no longer scared to see any of them randomly visit you in your makeshift den.

Both Hoseok and Yoongi seem to you as if they know everything. You could listen to them rant on about something for hours to no end, and they personally can't deny that your curious attention is just absolutely adorable.

It also makes them a lot more angry at whoever threw you out like trash.

Hoseok and Yoongi are both randomly building a lego set- well, mostly Hoseok, while Yoongi complaints about the amount of pieces and badly written instructions. It's then that something brave happens; you're slowly creeping out of your den to sit a little closer, tail in your hands for comfort as you watch the wolves build the spaceship.

"Do you want to help?" Hoseok asks, and you nod at first- before your ears lower themselves at the very complicated instructions.

"yah Hoseok-ah, isn't that a but too hard for her?" he scolds softly, only playfully annoyed. "you can't give little fox such complicated shit. Not even I understand his the fuck this is supposed to work.

Hoseok laughs- and at first Yoongi isnt sure at what, until he notices your shocked expression at his cursing, and he can't help but laugh as well.

"you're too cute." Yoongi says, snapping you out of your shock. "I'll try not to curse so much." he reassures, and you nod, before continuing to watch the other wolf assemble the spaceship.

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The most remarkable thing however happens a few weeks later, when a big storm hits the bangtan pack house.

They're all worried about you, having made a big nest in the living room downstairs to watch the rain in the backyard- when you carefully step down the stairs, tail in hand for comfort.

"oh darling, come here." Seokjin says, waving you over to sit in between the pack in their nest. You sit next to Taehyung and Namjoon who both smile at you, before everyone's down to rest. You don't know were to go at first, before a gentle hand leads you to lay down on his chest- Taehyungs warm gaze reassuring you that you're safe.

"you're part of the pack now, little fox." Namjoon says from the other side. "you're safe with us." he urges, and it's then that you nuzzle into Taehyungs chest, tail wagging for the first time ever.

A tiny 'thank you' coming from you, muffled into the fabric of your now packmate, who just runs his palm over your back.

And for the first time, you sleep soundly, safely so. There's still a long road ahead of you, a lot of things to overcome and a lot more to experience and learn, but you're ready to face all of that.

Because you're with your pack now.

And your pack will keep you safe.

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Uncomfortable Questions - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: Uncomfortable Questions

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 2,097 words

Warning(s): PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, mentions of grooming

Summary: (Y/n)'s relationship with Jake leads to many questions about his past. Specifically, his past with Simone.

Author's Note: This is kind of a long one. I had a goal for this. Please read with caution because this mentions some heavier topics. I tried not to dive into topics that I might not have a grasp on. [I also have softer imagines for this character coming up because I hated questioning myself so much when it came to posting this]

[@true-queen-of-mischief asked to be tagged; also, huge thank you to her for confirming my suspicions about certain aspects of Simone and Jake's relationship that I needed confirmed]

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Going on a date with Jake was scarier than it should've been.

Mostly because of Simone.

Jake and I had been friends for a couple months because we worked together. As guarded as he was, he was the only one that didn't make me feel like I didn't deserve to be there. It was nice.

When Jake asked me to dinner, I knew very little about his and Simone's relationship. I knew that there was a sexual aspect to it, but that was it. No one really befriended me at work and Jake was reserved. He didn't talk about his past much.

I wanted to go out with him. He was charming and handsome. The quiet brooding type that I had seen for years. The only problem was his relationship with Simone.

I spent the entire day before our date stressed over how I was going to bring this up.

It wasn't until I was driving to the restaurant that night that I made my decision. I couldn't pursue anything if they were involved.

Did I feel like a dick? Absolutely. Was I going to do everything in my power not to budge on what should've been a healthy boundary? Absolutely.

Jake and I met outside and found our table together. After getting seated, we had a little bit of time with the menus. I thought it would be the easiest time to talk about this. I was probably wrong, but I never claimed to be the smartest person in the world.

"I have something serious that we need to talk about," I said.

"That's never good," Jake muttered.

I chuckled nervously. "I know."

"What is it?"

"It's... wow, shit, this is difficult... it's about you and Simone," I took a deep breath. "If we're going to move forward past this, then I don't feel comfortable with you two being involved."

Jake didn't respond. He just shifted in his seat like he was suddenly understanding the weight of this conversation.

"I'm not gonna force you to completely cut her off because that would be kind of out of line and I don't know everything about your relationship, but if we're going to be involved, I would like you to not pursue her sexually or romantically or however you two were pursuing each other."

I felt like I was going to throw up. I was waltzing in here and changing things, but this was a healthy boundary for me. I would feel worse for pursuing this relationship while watching those two do... whatever they did.

When Jake didn't speak up, I assumed the worst. I took another deep breath.

"I can't force you to do anything," I continued. "I can go. I'm sorry-"

"Don't," he muttered as I went to push myself out of the booth. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Stay."

I relaxed back into my seat again. Jake reached out and grabbed my hand. I grinned at him.

"Okay," he added. "I'll do it."

"Seriously?"

I hated to doubt him, but Simone had years on me. He had no reason to choose me over her.

"I want to be with you," he replied. "If that's your condition, then I'm okay with that."

"You're sure," I asked. "You're not doing this in the moment? I don't want this to be a split second-"

"I've waited months to get you to give me a chance," he cut me off, very clearly trying to get rid of the tension. "I'm not screwing that up now."

I bit my lip to keep my smile from looking completely ridiculous.

"Alright," I nodded. "Cool."

There was a pause.

"I only brought that up now because I was going to feel really stupid if I waited for us to order food and then you said no and one of us got stuck with the bill," I said. He chuckled and shook his head at me.

"How long did you spend overthinking it," he asked.

"All day," I confirmed. "And is it overthinking if it's my normal state of being?"

"Do you want a real answer to that?"

"I'd rather not."

He chuckled again.

The rest of the night was really nice. It was like we didn't have anything to worry about. All of my hesitancy from the last few months was just forgotten.

Jake walked me to my car at the end of the night.

I was prepared to walk away with a simple goodnight when he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips. After a few moments of shock, I used one hand to cup the back of his head while my other hand touched his side. His hands touched my sides, pulling my body closer to his.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead on mine and I let out a chuckle.

"I am so happy that I said yes to going out tonight," I muttered. He laughed quietly and pecked my lips again.

"I'll see you at work," he mumbled as he stepped back. "Let me know that you got home safe."

I nodded. "I will. See you."

I got into my car and covered my face in my hands. Holy crap.

The next few months felt almost like a blur.

Work was a little awkward at first. I had to learn how to scoot around Simone at times. She seemed... upset. To say the least. She didn't actually confront me for anything. No, that'd be too easy. She had taken to passive-aggressive comments that were meant to make me look like an awful person. Or just an idiot.

Jake seemed set on letting it not get to me. He started helping me with my clever escape plans. Some people on the team saw it. They found it funny. It helped me a lot. I allowed myself to be happy regardless of how Simone tried to interrupt us.

I knew in my gut most of her resentment was because she couldn't have control over it.

I got to see a different side to Jake than those at work. He was more relaxed, affectionate. I just felt comfortable. It had taken me so long to find someone that made me so happy.

We were getting more serious as time went on.

Jake even moved in with me after some time.

Going to bed later that night felt so much easier. Waking up that morning was so much nicer. He had a fresh bag packed for the night, so it was calmer. Quieter.

"Morning," I mumbled as Jake opened his eyes to look at me. His grin made my stomach do a few flips.

"Hello," he replied.

I pressed a kiss to his palm. I heard him sigh, so I moved forward and kissed the inside of his wrist. He hummed before leaning in and kissing me properly.

"Everything's so easy with you," he muttered. "For the first time, things are changing and I'm alright."

"I didn't know you had problems with change," I replied.

"I don't know... I just... I used to kind of cling to Simone, I guess," he shrugged as he rolled on his back. "She took care of me when I was younger. After my mom's death. She just... protected me. She just never shook that habit."

"Oh?"

"I found it easier in life when I stayed by her side."

"Because she protected you?"

"Yeah."

It felt like sirens were suddenly switched on in my head. I knew about his mom and Simone taking him in, but this felt like another level. What I thought was just a possessive friends with benefits situation suddenly felt like so much more.

"Jake... how old were you when you two first got together?"

"Looking for dirty details-"

"Were you a minor?"

The joking tone in his voice fell off when he saw the look on my face.

"(Y/n), what is it?"

I took a deep breath. I didn't know what to do here. I had never been taught the right way to go about this, but I didn't feel like I had time to look.

"Jake, there's not an easy way to ask this question and I'm sorry for that," I muttered. "Jake... Is it possible that Simone... groomed you?"

He scoffed, "What? No."

There was a pause. I saw his face dropping before he rolled out of bed.

"I have to go."

"I'm sorry, Jake," I sat up as he did. "Please, just wait. I shouldn't have asked. That was stupid. I'm sorry-"

"I'll see you at work."

He grabbed his stuff and ran out to the bathroom. I just listened to the different doors slamming until I knew he had left the apartment.

What had I done?

I wouldn't know until he came back. I had gotten home earlier than him. He was frantic and worried.

"Jake," I said. I'm not gonna lie. I didn't actually expect him to come back that night.

"We need to talk about what you said this morning," he explained. "We... We really do."

"I shouldn't have said anything," I shook my head. "It's not my business. She took care of you when you needed it and me trying push some narrative with that-"

"I need to talk about it," he cut me off. "I... I don't know if you're right, but you might be and... I don't know what to do."

"Okay," I nodded. "Alright."

He just nodded back.

That night was the longest night of our relationship. He broke down every event. I barely spoke. I didn't want to lead him into some box or conclusion. I just let him explain everything.

And it broke my heart.

This man had a warped view of love and sex and affection. He didn't understand healthy relationships. Not really.

It was work after that.

But it seemed worth it.

He was getting happier. He seemed more comfortable.

I was happier watching him feel better.

It was going well.

The two of us went out after work one night after changing. We thought that we had found a nice bar that was far enough that no one from work would find us. We needed the escape.

I offered to get the first round.

Apparently, we hadn't gone far enough.

"Hey."

I looked over when Simone leaned on the bar.

"Hi," I replied, forcing a grin. Don't start a fight. It's not worth it.

"I feel like we never talk outside of work-related things," she said like she had no idea why that could possibly be. "Jake is the same way. Like he was convinced of something."

"Well, that's too bad. Any idea what could've happened with you guys?"

She sighed. "Listen, can I just offer some advice? I am the only person he's really had. I've known him a lot longer."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I said as the bartender handed me the drink that I'd ordered.

"Let me help," Simone stepped in front of me. I let out a sharp exhale through my nose.

"Listen, I would take your advice, I really would, but I just don't need it," I shrugged. "Especially because there is one very important difference between you and me."

"Which is?"

"Well, I didn't groom someone in order to keep them in some kind of long-term relationship," I replied. Her mouth fell open slightly. I gave her a sickeningly sweet smile full of pure condescension and tilted my head a bit. "You have a great night."

I walked back over to the table where Jake was waiting. He looked tense as I set his drink down and went to sit across from him. He grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit on the same side of the booth as him, arm resting on the back of the seat behind me.

"What are you-"

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small noise of shock before relaxing into the kiss. I pulled away a few moments later, smiling at him.

"I saw Simone, are you alright," he asked quietly.

"I'm fine," I replied. "I can handle myself."

"I didn't know she would be here."

"I didn't think you did," I promised. "I refuse to let her dictate what I do or don't do. If she can't get over herself, then that's her fault."

A grin formed on his face. "I like that plan."

"Thanks, I overthought about it all day," I joked.

He chuckled. "I love you."

I don't think I would ever truly get used to hearing him say those words. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."

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Author's Note: This is how I see Simone and Jake's relationship based on the facts that I have. I just have trouble not seeing those red flags when it comes to those two. It doesn't sit right.

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The Broken Places

Chapter One: The Prologue

Word Count - 7,973

Summary - After your life gets turned upside down you move to Hawkins, Indiana for a fresh start. The night before your first day of your new job, you meet a man at a bar. Passions flair, decisions are made, and repercussions are...well they'll be dealt with. (It’s gonna follow the show after this)

Tags/Warnings - alcohol, smut, dirty talk, self loathing.

A/N - Chapter two is written but not edited. Repost from ao3

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Welcome to Hawkins, you read as you passed the large brown sign.

Finally! You had been driving for what seemed like days, and were ready to grab something to eat and most importantly find someplace to sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and you want to look at least somewhat put together. In hindsight, that might be an impossible feat. It's been a while since you really took good care of yourself. In fact, you haven't felt ‘put together’ in months.

You had requested a transfer weeks ago, but your boss, who just so happened to be your dad, hadn't told you about it until a couple of days ago. So as one could imagine, you ran around frantically trying to get everything taken care of so you could leave.

When you found out the job was in Hawkins, Indiana, you were thrilled. It was states away, and although you wished it were worlds away, this would certainly suffice.

So you sold your house at the first low offer, and got rid of most of your belongings. It was probably a good thing. You didn’t have much in your possession, and most of it held bad memories. Plus, it gave an excuse for a true fresh start.

You only have about four bags of clothing and hygiene supplies, a small box with your mom's jewelry, a guitar, and a few cassettes.

You tried very hard not to get depressed that your whole life now fit in the backseat of your car.

Which brings you to now; you were arriving in a town in which you know very little about, without a place to live, at 9pm on a Sunday night, right before your first day on a new job…it was risky.

You weren't a risk taker.

Or maybe you could be? You just didn't know anymore.

Ultimately, you could have called your new boss, explained your current situation, and asked for an extra week. But instead you rushed everything and just did the damn thing. So maybe you were a risk taker after all?

You could blame the urgency on your dad. After all, he was absolutely no help. Telling you like he did when he did. Breaking the news to you that you were being sent far away, with not so much a, ‘Let me help you pack.’ or ‘don’t worry you can keep your furniture here until you find a place.’, not even a simple, ‘I'll miss you’.

Even if it were an absolute lie it would have been nice to hear.

You guess he still resented you for getting his best officer fired.

But you digress, you wanted out, so you got out. You just needed patience and resilience. The rest would eventually fall into place. You've been through so much, and you were mostly doing ok.

So you knew you could do this.

Besides progress, any progress at all matters. That was your new found mantra. As long as you were moving forward, you could survive anything.

First impressions, Hawkins seemed pleasant enough. Lots of trees but you liked that. Nature was something you didn't mind, you enjoyed the occasional hike. It was freeing and peaceful. Probably two things you could use more of.

You had your window rolled down, and one of your favorite cassettes playing. The autumn air felt crisp, and Meat Loaf’s dramatic timbre had you singing along passionately. Almost making you forget about the crushing weight on your shoulders.

As you entered the heart of the town, you passed by a well lit bar, decided it was as good of a place as any, and pulled your red 1980 jeep CJ-7, your baby, into the nearest parking space.

You figured this would tell you a lot about your new home. The people that frequented bars tended to truly know the grit and grime (and all of the juicy gossip) of a place. That's why detectives always started at their local bar. It's where the answers almost always were.

Jim Hopper left the police station in a hurry. Work wasn’t super busy or anything, but being the chief of police meant every little thing had to eventually go through him. It was, at times, excruciatingly tedious.

Examples including but not limited to:

The report of bees attacking a teenager after said teenager hit the hive repeatedly with a skateboard. Thus, having yours truly remove the hive, which was sitting harmlessly under a big oak tree in the middle of a park; with nothing but a towel, an oven mitt, and a pair of safety glasses.

Or the report of a woman seeing little green men, when in fact it was just her neighbor's Halloween costume hanging out to dry. At night, the lights shined on the costume just so causing an eerie reflection in its large black eyes. Hopper would admit it was unsettling, but come daytime it was quite obvious that the 4ft tall lime green ‘man’ floating in midair was being held up by two hot-pink pins and a clothes line wire.

Or lastly, his personal favorite, no sarcasm intended, a man who was accusing Jim Hopper himself of stealing his job. The punch line being, this man was 85 years old and worked at a peppermint factory thirty years ago hundreds of miles away.

And that all happened just this week.

He got into his blazer and cranked the air on as high as it could go. It was preparing to be a cool night in November, but he found that the AC made it easier for him to calm down and breathe after a long day.

He lit a cigarette and turned up the volume, and just as The Eagles sang ‘Take it Easy’ his radio crackled to life.

“Chief?”

His secretary’s voice robbed him of his long awaited solitude.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” he slightly overreacted, gripping the steering wheel tight in overwhelming frustration.

“Chief? There’s been a report at the bar again. Someone keeps stealing…”

He yanked the walkie-talkie from its perch and responded with a loud annoyed, “Yeeeaah, I got it. I’ll head over.”

“Okay. Have a good night. Oh! And don’t be late tomorrow, your…”

“Flo? Flo, I got it okay. Hopper out.”

He popped some pills, a habit he’d been trying to break for some time, and took a long deep drag of his cigarette. After massaging his temples few times, he turned the radio back up, only to hear some guy with an unnecessarily loud voice trying to sell used fucking cars.

He deflated back into his seat and muttered, ‘Yeah that’s about right’.

He pulled out onto the road and decided it might be a good night for some drinks anyhow. Though that meant he’d have to go home and change.

It wasn’t exactly legal to drink in uniform.

When he got home he was thankful that his favorite blue flannel was right where he left it, draped over the chair almost mocking him. So he decided on that, and some light-washed jeans. He kept his work boots on though not really caring too much. His priority was to forget about insects, extraterrestrials, and old age; not finding a fucking wife.

He went into the bathroom and accidentally got a little too close to the large mirror, which was always a dangerous thing to do when he was in a mood.

He visibly cringed. It wasn’t that he ever hated what he saw. No, he could recognize that he had a good face, a strong face. It was that he hated what was slowly but inevitably happening to his good-strong face.

His hair was thinner, his cheeks were fuller, and there were quite a few new lines. And it wouldn’t be so jarring seeing this on anyone else, it’s what happens we age, but this was Jim Hopper.

Before Vietnam women used to practically line up at his door. Nearly gave his poor mom a heart attack.

And he knew that realistically, he wasn't doing himself any favors. Maybe if he laid off the smokes (and beer…and pills), ate some vegetables, used some moisturizer, or incorporated some light exercise, and with just that little effort he could probably get back to his military days. Or at least close, it hadn’t been all that long.

But that was probably delusional, he wasn’t that man anymore, was he? He was older, and sadder, and the fire had long been gone.

So instead of a lifestyle change he decided to spray on some of his good cologne. It wasn’t super expensive or anything, but he knew women dug it, and that was really all that mattered.

He would give a generous spray anytime he needed a little confidence boost. It never failed.

Or maybe it was just the pills kicking in?

...Either way, he felt much better.

He entered the bar about twenty minutes later. It was getting close to eight, but because it was a Sunday night there weren't too many patrons around.

“Hey Danny. It happened again?”

“Hey chief, sure did. I made sure the door was locked and everything. I don’t know how they’re doing it.”

Daniel led the way to the small kitchen. The back door was wide open, and the refrigerator and freezer were ajar and mostly bare.

“It’s a good thing you keep all the booze out front.” Hopper said, glancing around unenthusiastically.

Daniel laughed and appeared uneasy, “Yeah we’d be out of business.”

Hopper stood tall, towering over Daniel, and played a little game of ‘don't-blink’, in which Daniel lost almost immediately, and Hopper felt like he’d gotten his answer.

Instead of confronting Daniel, he moved past him and shut the door making sure it was pulled completely to and locked. Then he patted him on the back roughly and pulled him slightly towards him.

“Do you think your dear ol’ dad would mind giving me a few free drinks for the trouble? I mean I have been down here weekly for the past month. In fact, now that I think of it, every week since you’ve been back…” he said, pausing for an uncomfortable amount of time as if considering something important.”…and it is a Sunday night. I’m supposed to be reclining right now Danny, RE-CLIN-ING.”

Daniel was practically swaying on his feet, “Uh, sure chief. A- anything you want.” his voice broke in response.

Hopper almost felt evil. It was kind of a high, he wasn't gonna lie. He might have been subconsciously looking for some fun. It’s the little things in life after all.

And he's had a difficult week.

He was probably around five beers in when he heard the familiar jangle of the door. He looked at his watch seeing that it’d been about an hour. His mood had lightened dramatically, and he was about to head out before he drank too much and couldn’t drive which he shouldn’t be doing anyhow, but hey he was the fucking chief of police.

Then, he turned and saw you.

You were unfamiliar, which quite frankly never really happens in Hawkins. It was a very predictable town.The same people did the same things all of the time. No, he felt confident that he knew who frequented this bar specifically.

None of that even mattered anyway cause he’d definitely remember you.

Your jeans were incredibly tight and your green top reminded him a lot of his own. Your hair was in a loose ponytail with soft strands framing your face, and he could tell just by the quick glance that you were very pretty.

Much too pretty for Hawkins.

He watched you sit down and order a drink.

Everything was under control, it really was, he was even doing his best not to look in your direction. He was winning the battle within until he heard your laugh, and then he felt himself 'lock on target'. His fist tightened around his glass as a shockingly strong rush of arousal coursed through him.

Jesus, it hadn’t been that long, he reminded himself. But that didn't stop the blood from rushing lower at the sound of your almost musical laughter, and the thought of your ridiculously tight jeans and that sent him that much closer to spiraling.

He wasn’t a fucking teenager he berrated himself, but you were damn near gonna make him act like one.

Finishing off the last of his drink he made his way to the bar to get a closer look at you.

Upon entering you were kind of disappointed. Excluding the bartender there were only four other customers in the establishment.

Two seemed to be in a heated discussion hovering over a pool table, one was messing with the jukebox that was obviously broken or unplugged-the lights weren’t even on. And the last one was seated in a booth with his back to you, drowning out the world.

All and all, not a very social looking bunch.

At the sound of the door they all at least glanced in your direction. Some quicker than others, and none long enough for you to make out any features other than just ‘that's a male’.

Oh well you thought. A boring town is almost always a preferred town, especially in this new stage of your life.

You walked up to the bar and ordered your favorite drink and some buffalo wings.

“We- uh, we don’t have any wings.”

“Oh okay, just the drink then.” damn, rough start.

You gave him a friendly smile, and he returned it almost sheepishly.

After a short wait he sat the drink in front of you. “We’ve had trouble with burglaries lately I’m afraid. That’s why our kitchen is closed. Sorry I don't have a sign out or anything.”

You visibly perked up, “Burglars? Have you called the police?”

Maybe not so boring after all.

“Yeah, not much they can do though. I can’t seem to catch them in the act, and they're just stealing food. So it's not even a real emergency.”

“Hmm, I suppose. Well I’ll still keep my eyes open for anything suspicious.”

He grinned, “You sticking around then? We don’t get too many new faces in here.”

“Yeah I am. Just arrived actually.” you took a big sip of your drink. You don't know what you were expecting but were a little surprised at how good it was. Then again you were pretty thirsty.

You complimented the beverage, sloshing the liquid around, studying it, trying to identify what he did to make it so good.

“I’m glad you like it.” he lowered his head bashfully at the compliment. “I’m Daniel by the way. My dad owns this place, and since you’re new here and all, don't worry about your tab tonight.” He looked around and lowered his voice, “Just don't tell anyone else.”

You laughed, “Wow thanks! I think I'm going to like this place just fine.” you chuckled again, “I’m [first name].” and leaned across the tall bar to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet ya.” his palm was a little sweaty, and the innocence of it almost made you want to hug him and beg him to never change.

The thought made you feel silly. He was only a couple of years younger than you at the most, and you really didn't know the first thing about him.

You jumped at a deep ahem. And turned to see the man from the booth standing close behind you. Real close.

You reddened a little, noticing that your ass was up in the air and pointed directly at him. You moved off of the bar quickly and sat back down.

Daniel gave the man another beer without even needing a verbal request.

You could feel the large man’s gaze burning through the top of your head. So you looked up almost defiantly. What was his problem?

You swallowed hard as the intense blue eyes moved to lock onto yours. This man was huge and intimidating. No wonder he didn’t even have to ask for a drink.

There was a flicker in his stare making him look like he was contemplating something, then he abruptly walked back to his booth.

Only this time he sat with his legs parted wide, facing right towards you.

You swallowed thickly, turned back around, and finished your first drink with a large sip. And before you sat the glass down Daniel placed another in front of you. You nodded a thanks and he returned the nod, and then went back to messing around with bottles.

Typically you weren’t a big drinker. College has wiped that desire clear from your mind. Though, as you started to feel less burdened, and if you were being honest a little…horny, you remembered why people enjoyed it so much.

By your third, you knew that you needed to slow down. But there was something about the mysterious man staring at you from across the room that made you continue. It was unsettling, but not in a completely unpleasant way.

In fact it was almost erotic.

You snapped your head to his direction and caught him ‘red-handed’- openly staring at your ass. His eyes were intense and focused on one singular thing.

You hopped off of the stool, grabbed your drink, and made your way over to him. The world tilted slightly and you chastised yourself, slow down.

But as you got closer, slow steps seemed increasingly impossible. You weren't usually one for cliches but ‘a moth to a flame’ felt dangerously accurate.

The way his eyes darted up to yours made you feel in control, even though you were positive you weren’t. Something else was controlling you and you didn’t exactly hate it.

You did however hate the way it loosened your lips.

“Why are you staring at my ass?” you said with a little more venom than necessary.

He lifted his glass and downed half of his drink in one impressive swallow.

“Who says I am?”

“I-I do.” you placed your hand not holding your drink on your hip, and tried to gain back some control of your voice, “And you haven’t stopped since you sat back down.”

“Interesting.” he licked his lips and slowly sipped some more beer, all while his eyes moved over every curve of your body, “And so what if I am?”

Heat. That was what you felt. Hot, claustrophobic, burning, heat. A small bead of sweat trickled down your back, and you felt your cheeks redden. You fought the urge to rip off your stupidly thick flannel. Then you swayed a little, and were slightly worried that you were suffering from heat exhaustion.

What was in this drink? Because you refused to believe that a man could make you feel this way.

He noticed your involuntary movement, “Sit.” he suggested firmly, if a little slurred.

You were so relieved you practically threw yourself down on the booth, before your mind could process that he hadn’t asked but commanded.

“I’m not a dog.” you practically spat.

He smiled and it damn near took your breath away. How dare he be so smug...how dare he be so damned handsome.

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you and just hope that you are a nice, honest guy. I have had too much to drink on an empty stomach, and I really shouldn't be telling you this but the alcohol is going straight to my head, so forgive me if I’m wrong...but why are you staring at me?”

He looked almost in disbelief that you’d even ask such a silly thing. You knew how you looked, didn’t you? And surely no one put on jeans like thatand didn't know what they were doing to people. If he were a betting man (he was) he'd say putting them on was a task that took special skill. Slowly moving up your perfectly thick thighs, past your firm ass, then resting on your curvy hips...

He took a moment in silent contemplation and decided that, yeah he was gonna go for it. He was wearing the cologne after all.

“I have never, seen pants, that…tight.” he said leaning slightly towards you.

You laughed that beautiful laugh again, and his cock reminded him how much he liked it. God he needed to stop drinking. He pushed his glass to the side.

Then he got worried that if he looked into your eyes any longer, the spell would be broken and you'd realize just how far out of his league you were, so he moved his gaze to your full luscious lips. And well, that most certainly wasn't any better.

You licked your lips seductively deciding you were in fact into this, you were into him. And it might be the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, but you were really turned on. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a good time, and it certainly wasn’t during sex.

Sex. That was it, that was what you really wanted. All of the stars aligned, and you knew tonight's endgame. Sex with this mountain of a man, with piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could command a crowd.

A night, just one night with no expectations or sense of duty. You don’t even think you’ve ever experienced such a thing. You deserved to have a good time.

This is what single adults do, right?

You leaned forward and unbutton a few buttons of your flannel, you felt a little heat release and battled the urge to sigh in relief. It didn’t reveal too much, you had a tank top on underneath, but that didn’t seem to matter as his eyes darkened at the sight.

He shifted in his seat and rubbed his hands soothingly on his strong thighs, overcome with the sudden compulsion to reach over and touch you. He glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot, which did not matter because his voice thundered when he spoke, “You know, my place isn’t far.”

You pouted playfully, even though you were silently screaming ‘yes!’ on the inside, “But I haven’t even finished my drink.”

He was entirely too unbothered for you. You felt as though you were burning from the inside out and he had the audacity to ask you so nonchalantly. And that gave you an absolutely wicked idea. You slid your left shoe off, slowly so that not even he would notice, placed your sock covered foot on the seat right between his legs, and rubbed your foot against his inner thigh.

He jumped and grabbed the table roughly, causing the heavy table to scoot and the beverages to almost spill over, then sucked air in through his nose.

You giggled, not so unbothered then. Although, you knew he’d make you pay for that later it was so worth it.

He grabbed your foot not so gently, pushed it off, and ordered, “Put your shoe on and come on”.

You obeyed and hurried so you could follow him out. Waving and calling back a polite ‘thank you for the drinks’ to poor Daniel who had just witnessed a little too much.

The air was much colder than inside, and you were absolutely relieved at the sudden change in temperature. You looked up and were in absolute awe. The sky was so clear and bright that the stars and small sliver of moon illuminated the world around you.

Yeah you could definitely get used to this.

He lit a cigarette and watched you for an uninterrupted couple of minutes. He was just as transfixed as you were.

Just with a different view.

When you looked down and saw the look on his face as he was watching you, you couldn’t take it any longer. You pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him.

He hummed in gratitude, threw the cigarette down, and grabbed ahold of your body melding the two together as one.

His big arms surrounded you and you felt as if nothing else could possibly touch you.

The kissing was immediately great. Two people either had it or they didn’t, and the two of you most certainly had it. His lips were soft, with the perfect amount of moisture on them. You could taste the cigarette he just smoked and found you didn't mind it at all. Hell, even his scruff felt perfect as it rubbed against your skin. You literally wouldn’t change a single thing.

You started to whimper as his tongue started to play with yours causing you legs to give a little. You felt absolutely possessed and the lyric, ‘we’re glowin like the metal on the edge of a knife’ all of the sudden made all the sense in the world.

When you started nipping at his bottom lip, he knew you guys had to stop, or he was gonna get fired for public indecency.

“Jesus..” he gently pushed your head back. Your eyes were tightly closed but when you opened them they were so full of want, it damn near constricted his airway.

He licked his lips, “I’m, I’m parked out back. Are you ok to drive?” his voice sounded ridiculously gruff to even his own ears.

“Yes.” Your own sounding distant and foregin.

“You promise? The roads aren’t bad and not many people are on them, especially not this late. But if you’re not ok…”

“I’m good, I promise.” You straightened up and looked up at him seriously.

“Okay, good, good. I’ll pull around and you can follow.”

He reluctantly pushed your body from his, let his arms drop, and suddenly broke out in a sprint down the alley.

You laughed at his urgency, and heard him call back, “Get in your damn car.” Which made you laugh even harder.

When you finally did get into your car, you didn’t even have time to turn the radio on before he zoomed past you, giving you a quick honk-honk. He was so fast, you couldn’t make out the vehicle and weren’t even positive it was him. So you decided to trust your instincts and follow the lights in the growing distance.

The roads really weren't that bad, a little curvy but wider than you were used to, and true to his word you never saw another car.

He turned onto the dirt road leading to his trailer, and parked to the side so you'd have plenty of room.

He jumped out and walked briskly to the door. He slightly fumbled with his keys as he gave you a wave when you pulled in.

Rushing inside, he gave his mess a look over. ‘Crap…’ It was worse than he thought. He was overwhelmed and paced back and forth a few times. What was he thinking bringing you back here? And maybe the real question was why did he suddenly care? It was his home and his fucking mess. Why did it matter what you thought about it? You weren’t the first woman to come over and you wouldn't be the last.

Turns out no matter what lies he told himself he found that it kinda did matter to him, so he kept the lights turned off, but generously cracked the blinds so the night sky could light up the room just enough.

And then there you were, standing in the doorway, perfectly outlined by the starlight. He didn’t realize it then obviously, but he’d remember that moment for the rest of his life.

You on the other hand looked nervous but felt surprisingly determined. And you were secretly grateful for the dark setting. You really didn’t want to lose your nerve and if you got too good of a look at him you might.

He cleared his throat, “Can I get you anything? Water?...A sandwich?”

You beamed at the question. He remembered you hadn’t eaten. It drove you a little wild, “No, but you could kiss me.”

He stepped forward, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into the kiss. It was hot and wet and the urgency returned in no time.

God his mouth was so good.

He grunted as you put your hands on his chest and started reaching for his buttons.

He lifted his mouth from yours, “Mmm impatient are we?” and chuckled softly.

You could just make out his features, but you didn’t need to see him to know he was displaying his seemingly favorite ‘smug’ expression.

Bastard.

“Shut up.” you replied, plunging your tongue back into his mouth, all while continuing to work his buttons.

By the time you had his flannel off you were both breathless.

“Finally.” His hands moved to your buttons.

He worked with proficient speed, and when he was done you practically ripped your tank top off. Then you were standing before him in just your bra and jeans.

He took a step back in admiration, furrowed his brow and said with quite possibly the deepest voice you've ever heard, “You know, I can’t wait to watch you peel those ridiculously...tight jeans off that ass.”

You gasped a little at the simple request, his voice and words going straight below, precisely where you wanted him. You moved to him with a gentle sway of your hips, backed him into the sofa, and gave a push.

He sat back on the sofa without much if any resistance.

You stood a little more than an arms width in front of him, turned around, unbuttoned and unzipped, and slowly bent over. Then began to peel the jeans over your ass.

You went nice and slow. You were pretty proud of your showmanship.

You glanced back at him and were glad to see him focused, watching every move you made like a hawk watched its prey.

His hand moved to his clothed erection and started palming it harder and harder with every inch you revealed, “Fuck that’s nice.” His voice sliced sharply through the silence.

Your jeans moved past your ass cheeks revealing your pretty petite black panties.

He bolted up with the powerful urge to touch, he was really trying to just enjoy the show, but his self control was practically nonexistent. He reached forward and playfully smacked your left cheek, once then twice more.

Understanding what he wanted to see, you bounced your ass up and down a few times for him.

His voice strained out, “Now where did you learn to do something like that?”

He spread his legs wide and pulled you back against him so that your ass was sitting firmly on his lap, “Such a naughty girl.” He began rocking his hips lazily up into you for the smallest amount of friction.

It made you breathe through gritted teeth as you could feel your body start to eagerly respond.

“You’re really making me regret not turning on the lights.” He purred into your ear as he moved with a little more intent.

“Mhmm.” was all you could manage as your hips began to ground down against his own.

He released the clasp of your matching black bra and with ease, throwing it near the vicinity of your discarded shirt.

Then he brought his large hands to your chest and covered both of your breasts, testing their weight, and then kneading them gently.

You groaned at the sensation as your hips started moving faster.

He shifted up slightly so he could rest his chin on your shoulder and look down the front of your body. He kept playing with your breasts and slightly pulled your nipples. You could feel his cock bob at the sight.

“Beautiful.” He said gruffly and then started nipping and sucking on your neck.

You couldn’t form words, only needy sounds. Sounds you weren't convinced you’ve ever made before.

“What is it?” suck, “Do you need..” suck, “more?”

He found a particularly sensitive place on your neck that made you gasp out, completely unable to respond.

You could feel his warm breath on the wet streaks of salvia he left behind as he laughed, “Consider this payback. You almost embarrassed me in front of all those nice people.” he sucked at the same spot, “Playing footsie in a bar.” He soothed the spot with his tongue, “Very, very…naughty.”

You were panting like you’d just ran a mile uphill. His tongue and voice were doing indescribable things to your body. It all of the sudden wasn’t enough and you started clawing for his cock.

He stopped playing with your breasts and scooted you up, making your hand miss, gripping nothing but the cool air.

“You know, as much as I love these…”

You stood up straight, tried your best not to wobble, and pushed your pants further down your legs until they were around your ankles. Then you reached for the hem of your underwear.

He leaned forward and carefully swatted your hands away, “Let me.”

He wrapped his hands around you and firmly gripped your ass, and pulled you closer to his face.

He looked up at you and you gave him your best seductive smile and bit your lip.

Despite the dim lighting, you could tell how dark his eyes had become. Almost appearing as two large shadows on his handsome face.

His hands moved to your hips, and his face pressed against your lower stomach. He took a deep breath in and sighed. Then gently nipped at the skin just above your pantyline as he slowly slid down the garment.

Before you could kick them off he had his fingers on you.

You gasped.

You knew you were wet, but you didn’t realize just how drenched you were until his fingers started exploring you. Moving around you with a well lubricated ease.

A playful comment died on his tongue, “Oh wow.” was all he croaked out.

You finally managed to lift one leg out of the clothing around your ankle, and just as you did he pulled you forward so that you were now straddling him.

His mouth found your hard nipple and he began sucking as his large fingers circled your clit. He was a big man with a big mouth, and pretty soon he had his lips around more than just your nipple. It felt as though he was trying to fit your whole breast into his warm inviting mouth.

“Gah…” it made you feel impossibly impatient and you reached down and unzipped his pants and reached for him. Just as you wrapped your hand around his hot thick cock, he stuck his middle finger inside of you.

You both simultaneously gasped in pleasure.

He was the biggest you’ve ever slept with, you could tell without even needing to looking at him. And you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that that notion caused you. What would him stretching you feel like?

Your own dirty compulsions caused you to tighten slightly around his finger and he responded by adding another.

“Yes.” You encouraged him as you began to ride his hand. You could feel your wetness begin to gather in his palm.

You gripped his cock tighter and after a few more pumps you felt him begin to leak. Honestly relieved it was just as intense for him.

You wanted to sit on him, and you wanted to sit on him now. So you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of you, and then lined yourself up with his length.

“Hey, woah.” He shifted away and you released him immediately. He bucked up and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket of his pants.

Your eyes couldn’t look away from his straining member. Long and thick in all of the right places and for the first time this night, you too wished that the lights were on.

He scooted his pants down to his ankles as he pulled a condom out of his wallet. He slid it on quickly, and wetted himself with your remaining juices left behind on his hand. Then he guided you down so that you were laying on the couch.

“Are you sure you're ready? I wouldn’t mind tasting that beautiful pussy if you don’t think….”

The smug expression was back. He knew damn well you were more than ready. Hell you were all over the front of jeans and you felt like you had soaked his sofa.

Bastard.

“Gooood, just get inside me!” You yelled at him, as you wrapped your legs around him, and greedily pulled him towards your center.

“Yes ma’am.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. The sound turned into a loud curse and when he was fully surrounded by you, he had to stay completely still for fear it would be all over too soon.

After a few moments he waited patiently for you to adjust to his size. You were very snug, his own pleasure aside he knew you needed time as well.

“Fuuuck” You hissed out, feeling very very well stretched.

His sentiment exactly, “You feel so good.” he swallowed, “ It’s taking a lot for me to stay still right now.”

You lifted up to kiss him. It was not your best work. It was really just a lot of opened mouth breathing and a few clashes of teeth but it was still hot.

You tilted your hips slightly up and down and his grasp on the sofa tightened, you could hear the fabric tense.

“Please tell me you’re ready?” he asked through clenched teeth.

All you could do was nod. Then he started to move.

It was slow and deep, and as nice as it felt you were ready to come. So you held onto his broad back and encouraged him by squeezing your legs tighter around his body.

He got the message and started pumping harder and faster into you.

It didn’t take long before you felt your walls start to flutter, gripping tighter and tighter until it was almost too much, yet just not enough. You grabbed his shoulders, silently begging for more.

“God.” he said breathlessly while bringing his hand down to your clit, “You’re so tight.”

You moaned embarrassingly loud into his neck. You’d managed to be 'relatively' quiet up until this point, but his fingers and cock were doing the exact right thing, and you knew it wasn’t gonna take long.

You moaned and gasped out, “Close.”

He hummed into your ear at the admission all the while keeping the pressure and the small circles going until you completely unraveled beneath him.

You felt your walls squeeze hard around him, embracing him in an urgent thank you, thank you.

Swears spilled out of your mouth, some combinations were quite creative, as wet slapping sounds filled the air.

Your mind slowly returned and your needy pussy calmed down.

He moved his hand away from you and held on to the armrest behind your head.

His hips stuttered but didn’t falter “Fuck, that felt so good.” He looked at you in all of your afterglow glory and gave a knowing smirk. “I would ask you to do that again, but I’m…ah Christ.” he hissed.

You firmly pushed him back, he let you but was confused and slightly worried as he fell out of you and sat back on the sofa. That was until your knees slammed on the floor, with one fierce tug you had the condom off, and with one fervent swallow your throat held his thick cock.

“Oh, Shit.” His eyes rolled back as his head hit the head rest roughly. He took a few deep breaths trying to control himself but couldn’t for the life of him. It just felt too damned good.

He looked down at you. You looked up and your eyes practically sparkled even in the darkness as you eagerly sucked him.

You looked deliciously wicked and the sight made his balls tightened and his breath quicken.

The sensory overload had you humming. Making this large man unravel was a massive turn on. The sight of him, the feel, the smell, the sound, the taste. It was all working for you and you found you couldn’t help the deep throaty moans.

Turns out, your vibrations were his undoing as he placed his hands firmly on the back of your head, holding you down as deep as you could go.

He was focusing on remembering to breathe, as he felt an intense orgasm overtake him.

You shut your eyes and relaxed your throat, wholly focused on taking him as deep as possible, and not even five seconds later you felt him start to come. His cock was pulsing wildly as large amounts of release went straight down the back of your throat.

Oddly enough, you felt affection rather than lust at this moment. True his cock was practically choking you, but you could tell he was restraining himself the best he could. And his whole body was tense and tight, but the grip on your head was surprisingly loose, giving you whatever space you needed.

He slowly stopped throbbing in your mouth and you could feel the tension leaving him. You didn’t really want to move but you needed air, so you carefully sucked your way off of him. Not wanting to over stimulate, but selfishly wanting one last taste.

He jerked as you released him with a pop, and let go of the back of your head but his eyes were still snapped shut.

You opened your mouth to say something snarky…

Then he chuckled incredulously.

You smiled brightly as his eyes locked on to yours.

“Holy shit baby.” he smiled, and praised appreciatively. Then he stroked your cheek, moving his thumb to outline your slightly swollen bottom lip. Wet and plump from the act you had just committed.

The praise and pet name warmed you as you beamed up at him. You felt instant relief for you had known you used to be quite good at it, but had never felt this accomplished in doing so.

You couldn’t believe that you'd just done this. Sex with a stranger! Man you really shouldn’t drink. This was irresponsible to the max, really level ten stuff right here.

He moved, breaking your moment of self reflection.

He put himself back into his underwear, pulled up his pants, not even bothering to zip or button, and then said a lazy, “C’mere.”

He held your arm, practically lifted you up, laid back across the couch and pulled your body to his.

The couch wasn’t technically big enough for the two of you until he repositioned and draped half of you onto him.

He sighed in content, rubbing lazy circles on your back with his thumb, until he began to softly snore.

You wanted to make fun of him for falling asleep so quickly, but your own body rebelled as your eyelids grew heavy. And as you rested your head on his firm chest, and listened to the powerful thud of his heart, you felt your own consciousness begin to slip.

A beam of light coming from a crack in the blinds woke you.

You had a headache, and felt extra sensitive to the brightness, but the feeling of warmth and security trumped the slight discomfort.

And then the memories of the previous night flooded in and almost overwhelmed you. What the hell did you do? One night in your new town and you’ve already slept with god knows who.

You lifted your head just enough to look around. Not getting any relief seeing beer bottles and pills. Clothes thrown everywhere, half eaten sandwiches. It kinda looked like you picked quite possibly the worst person in Hawkins you could have. Well at least there were some books, you almost chuckled at your rational.

But then thinking about last night made you blush and cover your face with your hand. That, that was something. You’ve never experienced anything quite that: impulsive? Spontaneous? Hasty?

It was probably just because of the alcohol, and the fact that you’ve never really had a one night stand in your life. It was all kinds of naughty, that had to be why it felt so good.

Right?

Despite your fun, you mentally promised not to drink again. You apparently couldn’t handle it, and it made you too impulsive. You just hoped you hadn’t fucked anything up too bad.

You slowly lifted his big strong arm off of you, stood up, and gently laid his arm down. His hand was splayed across his chest, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight. Sure this guy was obviously not doing great, but you couldn’t think of a more attractive man while looking down at him.

You covered him with a blanket that was draped over the recliner, which he turned and snuggled into immediately looking absolutely content.

The light hit his watch catching your eye. You glanced to see the time, shit! You were going to be late on your first day. Which seemed about right with how your luck had been going lately.

You fumbled around getting dressed as quietly as you could manage in the hurry you were in. And looked for a piece of paper so you could leave him a note. You moved around a few items on the coffee table and accidentally clicked on the tv.

Fuck.

You looked down and he continued to sleep peacefully. You exhaled in relief.

Deciding against leaving a note, you just needed to get out of there. In retrospect, he probably didn’t care and just wanted a quick lay anyway. The thought stung but when it came down to it, you were a realist. And you felt you knew how men worked. Or at least you knew how getting drunk at a bar and sleeping with the first guy to smile at you worked.

You realized that you were no better. You sighed in disappointment in yourself.

Bending down and grabbing your keys you took one last look at him and opened the door.

You almost gasped at the view that greeted you. The sun was lighting up the soft blue sky, and the trees reflecting off of the still lake. It was so beautiful but it did nothing for your head.

You honestly didn’t even have a clue that you were near the water.

God this could have ended terribly for you.

You were in a hurry but still took a minute to enjoy the view. Yeah you could definitely get used to all of this nature business.

You walked to your jeep, it was pretty crooked but you were impressed you managed to even halfway park it at all. Yet another lapse of poor judgment. Driving drunk, really! The doors weren’t even locked but you figured you were just lucky to have remembered to take your keys with you.

Fortunately, because you hadn’t found a place to stay yet all of your clothes and belongings were in the back. So you adjusted your seat back, put on some clean clothes, fixed your hair, and applied just a little make up in the mirror. Then you brushed your teeth with some toothpaste and water that was left in a water bottle.

Finishing touch, and probably the most important item right now, you put on your favorite pair of Ray-Bans to block out some of the almost offending light.

You started the car and backed out of his long driveway. You hoped that you could easily find your way back into town, but didn’t worry too much since it was a 50/50 chance.

'Eye of the Tiger' started playing on the radio so you rolled down your windows and drummed on your steering wheel.

Your stomach growled loudly so you looked at the clock on your dashboard. You had just enough time to maybe pick up some donuts before your first day at the Hawkins Police station.

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tbc

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x female reader #my fics

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some of my fave rbs or asks or comments ive received... thank you all :) - no need for anyone to respond or anything to this, just really wanted to put this together more for myself - i doubt most of your remember these but i do heh [more under the cut, and perhaps lil notes too depending on the comment]

the first three!! major huge moments for me. from sha (@dinoshaur) one of the first comments i received on a work that wasn't fanfic exactly. meant the world to me then, and still does now. | from @redevenir the very very first comment (i believe) i ever ever received on the sea is yours to take,, it's been nearly 4 years since i first posted that piece and people still somehow find it, and it all started with that rb | and from choco ! @chocosvt one of the very first comments/rbs i got when i started properly writing on tumblr in 2020, this got the ball rolling on what became (and still is) such a dear passion/hobby of mine (also also can you believe i still use the mlist banner that choco oh so kindly made for me ages ago LOL its beautiful, i'll never get rid of it as long as this blog exists

and moment of silence for my old url :0

the first one... when another line of mine is quoted in another piece of mine's comments... head in hands forever. 2/3 of these were left by @gracefulweather (one for sure is, and i think the uquiz comment was also left by them but not sure) but thank you either way sherri!! | the second sc tbh i don't remember who left it but it was on tsiytt and it made me feel like i achieved something in crafting that world. although i may never revisit that world in writing, i revisit it often in my mind.

flower anon your comments meant so much to me, i hope youre still out there somewhere doing well :) | and to the other anon that left the second one, i was speechless and honored to reach that ask

@hhjs amal's comments have always made me feel like im doing something otherworldly which isn't true at all but i will forever love rereading their tags. also just amal's mind in general, i wanna pick your brain forever

n! i already made an emo missing n post but here are some comments from them lol. and the last one!!! me and water <3333 when people starting associating me with water/ocean/sea/waves too <333333

@heavenlyhaechan zahra!!! there were so many ones i could have put here but this one seemed to sum it all up. you get me :p if you see this, i hope you've been well :))

@dapingu the first and third one are just ones that make me giggle still LOL and then the second one is one that i hold so so close to me cause i had absolutely no idea if anyone would read that piece but then you did ! and you left this comment even after the fact too! i was so touched. i feel like i should personally apologize for making no moves to continue the series (and probably also for deactivating the gifts and sins blog) BUT thank you nonetheless. and as a added bonus you never failed to make me laugh so thank you also for that

@thepixelelf ursa!!!! the first one is horribly cut off but is prob one of my fave notes you ever left on a fic of mine (battling also with that one sunwoo recovery files style inspired drabble) and then ofc i couldn't not mention the 'boo you whore' comment :D also so glad to have you on this site still and to have your friendship and to look at bees and bears and think of you :) you mean the world to me

@kabira manx i think the fact that there are so many screenshots here speaks for itself like... i just simply could not bring myself to pick one !!! i am so lucky to have found you on here. i think in a way you helped me find out what i was good at and what i liked about my own writing before i even figured it out myself <3

@sagescaffeinemania the first one made me laugh and the second one makes me emo. feels like a declaration of love in way but i don't mean that in a weird way LOL i think your support on oasis singlehandedly introduced so many others to that piece, how can i ever thank you for that? and i apologize if i haven't even attempted a thank you yet

@cuppasunu KYU your bulleted comments on my silly long fics always meant so much to me ,, i know its been a very very long time but i hope you've been well

@blossom-hwa lina! best for last some might say. i mean you must know how much that oasis rb meant to me right? because it means the world. i think you calmed every doubt i had about that piece and lifted even higher everything i loved about it too. and the first sc esp, i couldn't have said it all better myself. that scene felt like i risk when i was writing it and im so glad it played out the way i was hoping it to and not the dreadful other way lol | and as for the second screenshot. really i think i love that comment because of how you wrote it more than what you said about the piece if that makes sense. one can tell from that little paragraph alone what a writer(!) you are. i love rereading that comment but i think i mainly just love reading your writing lol (dont think im not making my way through worn out soles)

#i hope this is okay!#pls lemme know if not ! and i can def remove or delete whatever #also also if i got any pronouns or names wrong #ik its been a while since ive interacted with most of u and things might've changed #i hope all the writers on here know that if youre here it means i also love your writing!!!#i havent been on here like i used to but i appreciate all of you

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charlieeenby · 1 month

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my partner, my soldier, my fault

jason only ever wanted one thing from bruce after he came back. bruce said he'd never give it to him.

in which bruce does the one thing jason asked for.

warnings and tags: murder, fix it of sorts, blood, gore, violence, gun violence, angst, hopeful ending

"I was a child, not a soldier!" Jason yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Bruce stayed quiet, letting Jason yell.

"Nothin' to say, huh? You know what you did was fucked up! And then you turned around and put my suit in a case? And it's still covered in my blood! You couldn't even clean it!"

"Jay-"

"No, shut the fuck up! Shut up!" Jason turned and stormed away, shoving his helmet on, swinging his leg over his bike and taking off, the revving engine echoing in the cave, and when it stopped, Bruce collapsed.

His knees hit the ground, tears flowing down his cheeks, sobs racking his form. his baby was gone again and he hadn't been able to force himself to say something.

Bruce knew he'd made mistakes, but to hear how angry and heartbroken Jason had been, it broke him inside a little.

Not only had he been unable to bring his son's killer to justice, but he'd created a shrine that only served to create more pain for all of them.

"Master Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred was kneeling next to Bruce, concern ever present in the old butler's body language and tone.

"I have to..." Bruce inhaled, breath shaking. "I have to get rid of it." he muttered, pulling himself up and standing.

"Get rid of what?"

Staggering forward, Bruce moved over to the case. When he stopped in front of it, he stared at it for a moment. Then he opened the case, ripping the suit out.

Clutching it to his chest, he stumbled over to the edge of the platform. For a moment, Bruce didn't move, didn't do anything.

Extending his arm, fingers still gripping tightly, he whispered, "I'm so sorry." Then he let go of the suit and watched it flutter down into the darkness.

Turning around, he headed to the computer and found the Joker. He was still in Arkham, which would make getting to him easy.

"Alfred."

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"I need a gun."

Alfred stared at his son for a moment. Then he nodded. "What kind?"

Bruce hesitated. "I don't know. I - something small, that I can conceal."

"And what are you planning to use it for?" Alfred was rather confident he knew the answer, but he wanted to be certain.

"I'm going to kill the Joker."

"Right then. I'll go get one. You best put your suit on, sir."

"Yes. Thank you, Alfred."

"Of course, dear boy."

The Joker cackled as Bruce dragged him into the warehouse. Throwing him to the ground, Bruce slammed his fist into the monster's face.

"What are we doing, Batsy?" Joker asked, blood streaming from his nose.

"What I should have done a long time ago." Bruce snarled, and pulled out Alfred's gun.

Joker laughed as Bruce pressed it to his forehead. "You don't kill, Batman. You won't kill me, you and I both -" the Joker was cut off when Bruce pulled the trigger, a bullet blowing through his brain and out the other side.

Blood and bone and flesh splattered.

Bruce let out a sigh of relief.

Holstering the gun, he stepped back. There was blood on his face, cowl, and chest. Turning around, he walked out, leaving the Joker's body there to be found by someone else.

Maybe this wouldn't fix things with Jason, but he should have done this a long time ago. The Joker had killed and ruined the lives of far too many people, including Bruce's family.

Barbra was in a wheelchair, Jason had been killed, and while Tim had recovered, he still had nightmares and any mention of the Joker triggered panic attacks.

But no more.

No more people would die because of the Joker, Harley would be able to heal from his abuse. And maybe so could Tim, just a little. Jason would no longer live in fear of the Joker finding him, though he hid that fear well.

Jason stared at his TV. The Joker had been found dead in a warehouse, a single gunshot wound to the head.

Joker had been in Arkham and there were no reports of him breaking out.

"Look, I'm not condoning killing, but the bastard needed to be put down. We'll investigate, but I wouldn't be surprised if the killer doesn't serve time." Commissioner Gordan said.

Jason wanted it to be Bruce who killed the Joker, but Bruce didn't kill and he certainly didn't use guns.

Right?

Jason heard his phone chime so he got up and walked over to it. He had a text from Bruce. Preparing to defend himself, he unlocked his phone and opened his texts.

I'm sorry. I know it may never be enough, but I did what you wanted.

Jason stared at it for a moment, trying to process what he was reading. Has Bruce really killed the Joker.

He supposed the only way to figure it out was to go talk to Bruce. He likely wouldn't confess over text or even a phone call.

Leaving his apartment, he hopped on his bike and sped to the manor.

When he arrived, he went in the front door.

"Alfred?" he called out, and a moment later, the butler appeared.

"Master Jason, it's good to see you." he said, smiling warmly.

"Yeah. I need to talk to Bruce. Is he around?"

Alfred nodded. "He's in his study."

"Okay. Thanks, Alfie."

"Not a problem. And when you're done, come down to the kitchen, will you?"

Jason smiled. "Sure." he turned and headed to the staircase, thoughts racing as he did.

Heading upstairs, Jason tried to figure out what to say to Bruce. He could get straight to the point, but maybe he would just wait and see if Bruce would admit it on his own.

If he'd even been the one to kill the Joker.

Knocking lightly on the door to Bruce's study Jason waited until he heard Bruce tell him to come in before opening the door and slipping inside.

When Bruce looked up and saw him, he was clearly surprised. "Jason?"

"That's me, old man." Jason hesitated, but kept going. "Got your text."

Bruce nodded.

"Wasn't sure what you meant."

Sighing, Bruce sat back in his chair. Jason wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

"Have you seen the news yet, this morning?"

Jason nodded, but said nothing.

"I did it."

"What?"

"I killed the Joker." Bruce didn't speak loudly, but it was enough. Jason heard him.

"Why? You said-" Jason stopped. He had no idea what to say.

"Because you were right. Because I should have done that a long time ago. He never should have killed you. He never should have hurt Tim. He never should have put Barbra in that wheelchair. I failed all of you and I failed Gotham.

"I'm sorry it took me this long."

"You did it... for us?"

"I did it because you... you needed it. And you are my son. I love you no matter what. And yes, I thought of Tim and Barbra and Gotham, but it was for you. It was because of you."

Jason stared at Bruce, not sure how he felt.

"Look, Jay, I know i messed up, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me, but," Bruce paused and looked at his hands. "If you want to be here, if you want to try to fix our relationship, I'm here. And even if you don't want to talk to me, you're still welcome here. Okay?"

Jason nodded, a little shocked. Then he said, "Thank you."

Bruce looked at him and smiled a little. "It's good to see you, Jaylad."

"Yeah." Jason looked down, tears in his eyes. "I wanna come home, Dad." he whispered, tears escaping.

Bruce stood and walked over to him. "Can I hug you?" he asked softly.

Jason nodded and Bruce wrapped him in a hug, tucking Jason's head under his chin. "Come home, sweetheart. Come home."

Jason sobbed and hugged Bruce back, fingers twisting in Bruce's shirt.

"I love you, Jason Todd. And I'm so, so sorry,"

#jason todd #bruce wayne #tw murder #tw blood #tw gore #tw gun violence #angst #alfred pennyworth #hopeful ending

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luckylewis · 1 year

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consider this a speed-run of all things beta that may be causing legacy users issues. if there's anything else that needs explaining, i'll update this post! let's go beloveds. 🤭

🟠 BEFORE YOU SWITCH TO BETA.

if you've been previously using new xkit, you will need to download xkit rewritten. that can be found:

here for google chrome users.

here for mozailla firefox users.

once you've installed it, you can install whatever add ons are your preference from new xkit. the one that you'll need to install and enable to cut posts on beta is called trim reblogs and it looks like this:

🔴 SWITCHING TO BETA.

switching is pretty straightforward for any former legacy users and you only have to do it once.

step 1: new text post.

step 2: a pop up for the new editor will show in the top right corner. click lets go!

step 3: press let's go again.

step 4: voila, shiny new editor.

🟡 USING BETA.

for the most part, beta has condensed features of legacy to be more intuitive, which means you need to remember less keyboard shortcuts. once you've written anything in the editor itself, highlighting it will bring up this dropdown.

the list of functions in the vertical dropdown are for the following:

regular is tumblr's standard font.

bigger is, you guessed it, bigger.

i think u can figure what biggest is KSJGSHJ

quote is for if you want any part of your post to look like the quote function.

chat will turn your font into the chat format (typically used for text/sms threads!)

indented will put your paragraphs into a blockquote for those that prefer them.

bulleted list is how you create a bulletpoint list like this one you're reading.

numbered list is same as above but with (spoilers!) numbers. 😎

the list that goes horizontally is for the following:

s with a strikethrough allows you to strike through text.

b is for bolding (the keyboard shortcut still works for this).

i is for italicizing (the keyboard shortcut still works for this).

<s> is for small text (the keyboard shortcut no longer works)

the link symbol is for adding or removing links (will be utilicized further in the gif url section of this tutorial)

and the paint can symbol is for changing the font colour if that's something you want to do.

🟢 CUTTING POSTS WITH BETA.

for any of y'all that are like stark, we don't care ab this, we just wanna cut our damn posts. firstly, feel that. secondly, it needed it's own section so let's goooooo. once you get used to cutting posts on beta it becomes seamless.

there's two ways to do it.

the first one is: after drafting a reply.

the process for that is as follows:

step 1: draft your reply.

step 2: once the reply is drafted, locate the scissors symbol in the bottom row of functions.

step 3: click it and trim the post you want to be rid of, in this case for me it's my previous reply.

step 4: click trim! and hey presto, you have a cut post that's all pretty and ready for you to reply.

the second one is: after posting a reply.

step 1: go to reblog the post.

step 2: write a reply (a better one than this one SHGSHJ) and click reblog.

step 3: i know, i know, it looks like a triple reply but it only will for a second. just like step one, locate the scissors, click it, trim! your previous post and then it will be cut.

🟣 REMOVING THE URL FROM UNDER YOUR GIF IF YOU COPY AND PASTE ONE.

step 1: paste in your gif.

step 2: click the link button in the bottom left of the gif.

step 3: highlight or backspace and delete the url, click done.

step 4: no url under your gif.

⚪️ MISC ADDITIONS.

this is the button for read mores, for all u spicy legends.

this is to upload an image.

this is to post a song.

NEW FUNCTIONS BETA OFFERS:

editing tags: you no longer have to delete every tag that follows if you made a typo in one. siiiick.

auto saving drafts: a life saver (especially for this post!!) tumblr auto saves your post to your drafts as you type into it.

ANY OTHER Q'S:

feel free to hit me up and i'll help you if i can for anything specific!

this post will be updated with anything i forgot about.

#beta editor.

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charlesjosephwrites · 2 years

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Find The Word Tag

Thanks to @verba-writing for the tag!

My words are wonder, forever, company, arrive and breakfast.

I'll tag @enchanted-lightning-aes, @j-1173, @adie-dee, @calicojackofficial, and anyone else who sees this and wants to jump in! As always, no pressure, though!

Your words are fast, break, through, climb, and already.

I couldn't find the word company, but here are some snippets for the rest of my words words, all from the rough draft of my wip The Magician:

Wonder

“We don’t have to fight,” Ms. Psychic said. “If you just leave, we can pretend that nothing happened here.” I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at that. Ms. Psychic clearly hadn’t learned anything from the last two times she’d stuck her nose in my business for no good reason. “Yeah, that ain’t happening, toots,” I said. “We’re not going down without a fight, but first…” I cleared my throat, and I reached into the inside of my suit jacket for my note cards. By some miracle, I’d actually gotten my ass in gear enough to write out what I wanted to say to Ms. Psychic, but staring down at my awful chicken-scratch handwriting made me wonder whether it was worth all of the effort.

Forever

All of the thoughts racing through my head immediately jumped out the nearest window as Claire snaked her arms around my neck. I almost didn’t realize what was happening until suddenly her lips were against mine, and I was practically turning into jelly in her arms. I closed my eyes, doing my best to just lean in and savor the feeling of her wonderfully soft lips pressed against my own, but Claire pulled away after a few seconds. I found myself instinctively leaning forwards to chase after her lips, but I managed to get a hold of myself enough to keep a few inches of distance in between us. I tried to say something that sounded all cool and mysterious, but the only words that came out of my mouth were: “I… that… wow.” “Yeah.” Claire laughed. “Wow.” She ran her fingers through my hair, and my heart did a little flip flop. A moment of comfortable silence washed over us. I could’ve just sat there forever, mouth gaping open like a fucking idiot as I stared into those dark eyes.

Arrive

“Magician.” The growled voice filled me with equal parts rage and excitement. “I should’ve known you were behind this.” “Ms. Psychic!” I clapped my hands excitedly, unable to help the little laugh from falling from my lips. “How nice of you to finally arrive! I—” My voice cut off mid-sentence as Ms. Psychic shot up straight into the air. All three of Edgar’s juggling knives came at her, arcing right through the place where she had been standing just a moment ago. She crossed her arms, glaring down at Edgar. I grabbed Edgar by the collar of his jacket, and all of his knives clattered to the ground just before reaching his hands. “Excuse me,” I said. “What the fuck?” He twisted free from my grip to glare at me. “I thought you wanted to get rid of her.” “She’s my nemesis,” I said. “Get your own, Circus Boy."

Breakfast

I combed my fingers through my hair to make sure I didn’t look like complete shit. I took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to shake off that usual morning daze, and I forced one foot in front of the other as I mad my way out in search of some breakfast. I stumbled into the living room just in time to catch a glimpse of myself getting a boot to the side of the head in glorious 1080p on the morning news. Bold text across the bottom of the screen proclaimed Masked Lunatic Hijacks City Hall Meeting.

#wip: the magician and ms. psychic #find the word #tag games #writeblr

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sleepyowlwrites · 2 years

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find the word tag CCCXXI

a bit upset because instead of sleeping during the day yesterday, I just was awake until 9pm, and then slept VERY WELL in 4 hour bursts until 6am today, but that means that I'll have to work to convince myself to get any sleep before the overnight tonight. I also don't know if I need to be awake at a certain time for my grandma to come home. eep. @zmwrites @diphthongsfordays

heat (the sleepy stash, 2020)

"And if I don't come back?" Era whispered.

"I'll remember." She gripped Era's hand harder. "And you will live. Because you'll be alive."

Era realized what she was doing but fought back a second too late. Her body was shoved backward and the heat of the gate surrounded her.

"I'll remember, so just live!"

She heard Lin's voice as though underwater, the mists sinking through Era's skin and filling up her lungs and suffocating her and-

Sunlight hit her eyelids and she opened them to see a blue sky.

hand (apocalypse story)

Ty lifts Ben’s chin with his own slender fingers. His eyes are still steel but Ben feels less afraid. He doesn’t know what he was scared of to begin with. His shoulders are shaking, shivering. Ty slides his thumb over Ben’s jaw a couple of times, the movement incredibly gentle. Ben hasn’t known Ty that long, and he barely know anything about him, but he knows that Ty Carrow is all the things he wishes he could be: strong, resilient, quick-witted and closed off. A protector instead of someone who needs protecting.

Ben believes that Ty could tear open the world if he set his mind to it. Ty - the idea - is terrifying. But here is Ty - the person - crouched before him, one hand tracing circles on Ben’s skin with callused fingers, and Ben is not afraid.

hesitate (dirt in the doing)

“I am very capable of taking care of myself,” Rune finally says, staring at her cider instead of any of her audience. “It’s been two years and Max hasn’t been able to catch me. And if he did, it doesn’t matter.”

She shuts her eyes for a moment before locking eyes with Jet. “I know what to do. I won’t hesitate. I’ll hurt him before he can hurt me.”

hold (dirt in the doing)

“What did happen, though?” Yarrow asks, knocking his head against Shadow’s when he leans forward like he’s about to hear a secret.

“I startled someone,” Rune says flatly, stuffing her mouth with food.

Jet glances around to see that the gang is still waiting for her to swallow and finish this story like it’s much more thrilling than it is. Or maybe they just like having Rune’s attention. She is never afraid to give it, to make her listener feel special, like they are much more important that anything else she has going on. Jet tries to to be affected by this aura.

“And they reacted in such a way that the fingers on my right hand got bent backward.” Rune holds out her right hand and traces over the back of it with her other index finger. "I felt something in here, and I could barely move them and couldn’t hold any weight with them. I taped two of them together and tried to manage the best I could.”

rough (beating hearts, 2021)

“Careful,” Pangzi says, teasing again, his tone rough and warm like he’s talking to a friend. It sits at the edge of his hearing as a comforting sound, something much nicer than the roar reaching up from under the stone.

Liu Sang clings onto that anchor as he rights himself and then, after a meaningful pause, rids himself of Pangzi’s hand. He doesn’t glare while he does it, just nods a little to let the other know he’s alright.

Pangzi lets him, and merely trudges forward without another word to allow Liu Sang some space where there isn’t much to be found. It’s incredibly thoughtful. And too much, it’s too much for Liu Sang to deal with right now. Emotions are precious and he can rarely afford them, and exploring a potentially dangerous tomb with his hearing already at a likelihood of being compromised is no time to indulge in them.

idiot (dirt in the doing)

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for one other person to stay over, and that’s stretching it, because all he really has is a bed that technically fits two people.

When Hawk stayed over during that first week of their extremely strained acquaintanceship, Jet had made him sleep on the couch. The second night, Hawk rolled off and made such a big deal out of the bruises that Jet gave in and let him sleep on the bed. That is, Jet just about shoved a spoon through Hawk’s eyeball, complained about it to Moss like an idiot, and was soft-glared into allowing the second occupant.

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for a second person, and maybe a third if someone else wants to chance the couch, but he doesn’t think he could withstand knowing that three people are sharing his place. If Copper is sleeping over, that leaves no emotional space for anyone else.

Even, or perhaps especially, if for some reason there’s an exhausted Rune standing in front of him at eleven o’clock at night, and Copper is indeed already asleep on Jet’s bed.

gold (the sleepy stash, 2021)

she dressed herself in midnight with a sparrow on her arm. she wore shoes of ice and rings of light and perfumed herself in charm. she smiled with teeth of gold and with every petaled word did harm. she strangled the moon with shadows. she never could get warm.

whole (dirt in the doing)

Jet thinks for a moment. “Would you rather be alone tonight?”

“I’d never rather be alone,” and this time her laughter sounds even more strained, even more like a slight breeze. “But I’m getting used to you.”

“I said you could,” Jet huffs, annoyed that they’re back at this. “I know we’re not very good at the whole trust thing, but I- whatever, you know, I trust you. Clearly, you also trust me, in some capacity.”

Rune wraps her arms around herself, not looking at him. “In some capacity, yeah.”

“So, then, stop being so weird and stupid, and rely on me where I’m giving you reasons, okay? I offer, you accept. You don’t have to ask.”

tired, tear, three, tease. BONUS: thread, temper. @indecentpause @lanawritesalittle @oh-no-another-idea @phantomofthewriting @splashinkling @talesfromgringolandia @wherearetheplants @writer-on-time OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle #alliteration agency

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wishingyouback · 3 years

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just call me.

semi-tsundere!minho

warnings: none

the walk back to campus would've been short, if it wasn't for the uncomfortable presence of your ex right beside you.

normally, you would've found any type of silence comforting, you would have even preferred it actually, but unfortunately your ex-boyfriend didn't get the memo, and had even got the extra (unnecessary) mile of walking you back to your class after bumping into you during lunch at your favourite, just across the street.

at first, you thought he was just being nice, being a little formal as it's been a while since you two have hung out, but apparently he wasn't, and was genuinely planning to walk you back as if it wasn't making you uncomfortable. after you had voiced out that it wasn't needed, at all. yet here you were, passing through the usual crowd of people with your arms wrapped comfortingly around yourself as you smiled at students you recognised. some who lounged around campus, sitting on the steps and some walking out of their class to sleep in the library -- it was a normal thing.

except for the fact that you noticed a figure making their way up to you, hands tucked coolly in their pocket as they effortlessly slung their leather backpack on one shoulder.

"you got a minute?"

the somber tone you've known minho to have is now hidden behind a more serious one. your ex halts whatever it is he's blabbering on about, staring at you then the raven-haired boy who patiently waits for your answer, not showing any emotion on his face to hint how he's feeling.

"dude, you mind? we were in the middle of a conversation."

in the midst of your surprise, you turn to minho to watch his reaction, but all he does is let out a heavy sigh and lazily turns to face the boy next to you.

"my bad, i thought for it to be considered a conversation there would have to be two people, talking." all you can do is watch the exchange by the side, glancing from one boy to the other. minho smiles sarcastically, then turns back to you, "do you have a minute?"

"i-i," you compose yourself, "i do."

"see," minho turns back to the boy who you once dated during sophomore year. "this is how it's done. see you, dude."

before you can register what is going on, minho subtly slips his calloused hands into your softer ones, trying to ignore the fact that your hands with his, do fit so perfectly together.

you let minho pull you away, taking note of how gentle he's being even when his face shows nothing but pure annoyance of the presence of your ex. when he reaches the quieter side of campus that you're familiar with, he let's your hand go. the both of you stand quietly together, -- this silence, although unexpected, was bearable -- comforting even. you were unsure of what to say. you're not used to seeing minho pull such a stunt, especially out in the open when he had made it clear many times, that he wanted to keep your friendship with him a secret.

something to do about having to introduce you to too many people if he were to start hanging out with you, which you found amusing since minho had a handful of friends he could tolerate.

he wasn't fond of most people here.

"you were with him," he finally breaks the silence. "why?"

minho doesn't sound judgemental or harsh, in fact he sounds more concerned.

"with him?" you echo back the question, already being able to see minho roll his eyes despite his back still facing you. "it wasn't deliberately... we bumped into each other at Haven and he offered to walk me to class."

"and you said yes?" he finally turns to look at you, eyes carefully scanning your face to see if he's crossing the line.

"no," you sigh. "i said no, but he insisted and then waited 'till i was done so he could pay for my lunch too." you say with deep regret.

minho listens; he nods. he lets it all sink in until suddenly, he rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"well," he shrugs. "if he tries doing that again just call me."

you furrow your eyebrows. "i thought you didn't like talking on the phone--"

"-- i changed my mind." he says nonchalantly, trying to brush it off but you notice the change in demeanour and bite back a smile. "i'm making an exception, alright? if there's an emergency or anything; just call me."

you’re a little stunned, “you consider this as an emergency?” the bored look he gives you makes you rephrase your sentence, to ask him something else.

"what if you don't pick up?" you genuinely ask.

minho wasn't the best texter, so you couldn't imagine how he'd be like with phone calls.

"i will," he says a little too quickly. "i mean, i will. just text me beforehand or something," he scratches the back of his head before clearing his throat and once again, avoids eye contact.

"lee minho, are you going soft on me?" you tease, deciding to use the moment right now to joke with him before you two part ways and go back to acknowledging each other with quiet nods around campus.

"you wish," he exaggerates a scoff, trying to cover up the pinkness of his cheek with his carefree attitude but he doesn't think he does a good job with it. not when he sees the cute smile you have on your face. "stop having shitty exes, then maybe i wouldn't have to be doing this."

"sure," you respond mockingly. "maybe you should try finding the right guy for me then, you know, since i have shitty exes." you quote with a roll of your eyes.

minho had his own share of ex girlfriends too, some you weren't sure how they ended up with him, but still, he was always picking at your somewhat horrible taste in men. for what reason, you aren't too sure.

"like you'd take my advice," minho scoffs as you two start walking back to the main area.

as you two reach a crowd, you're ready to do what usually do which is, walk away from minho, pretend you didn't see him and continue on with your day. but when you make your usual turn and still feel minho's presence next to you when you start walking up the steps to your class, you raise your eyebrows at him.

"what?"

"this isn't part of the arrangement?"

"what arrangement?"

is he being serious.

"the one you made about us not being seen together? now shoo!"

minho stifles a laugh at how you try to get rid of him as if he's one pesky fly, but shakes his head instead. he places both of his hands onto your shoulders then directs you to to your next class, which you coincidentally have together.

"i guess i changed my mind," he grins. "let's go, you're gonna make us late."

tag(s): @brokenwigglyline

author's note: can you tell i absolutely missed writing, and posting? :,) hahah but! again, i hope you enjoyed this and if you've read this far; thank you so much x

written roughly under an hour, so i apologise if it isn't any good, again.. but if there are any errors i'll try to fix them asap!

you're loved, always

ily, always x

#stray kids #skz #lee know #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #skz fluff #leeknow imagines #leeknow fluff #leeknow scenarios #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids soft #skz soft hours #leeknow x reader #stray kids x reader

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sluttymickey · 2 years

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re ur prev tags yes I did work in medicine me and lem have a nursing home au because of it Okokokokok last one before bed I SWEAR I'll stop harassing you for the day after this sjaksnsksns

Something I am constantly emosh about is Mickey and his siblings!!! It's such an underrated andnynderexplored dynamic like;!! While the Gallagher's we're all allies in a battle against society, the milkovichss grew up in individual battles against society AND Terry and we're less allies as people in trenches near eachother. They all would care about eachother so hard!!! I've mentioned to Mel that they 100% have a sibling group chat but other than that if someone needs something the others show up in full force!!! The only reason Sandy was the only one available to walk Mickey down the isle is because her brother Jamie was redirecting guests, Mandy had a cold, Colin's car was busted and Iggy and Joey were currently doing jail stints (Iggy tried to escape to get there, Mickey found out later and laughed so hard he falls out of a chair)

Mandy loves her brothers, okay?? Those are her dumbasses, she misses them more than anything else about Chicago -- even Ian!!

Iggy held Mickey after he was born (I may send you a seperate ask about my Mickey's the Oldest Au I like to harass people with it in the hopes it makes me write more of it) and like. He missed all the other births, but he was THERE for Mickey's and his dad was too drunk and his brothers too small, but his mom placed a screaming Mickey in his arms and Iggy swore that hed make sure his brother kept that fighting spirit alive.

The way Mickey's first soultion to literally anything in canon is "Im gonna get my brothers" im so fragile drish want more Milkovich siblings

NURSING HOME AU!? TELL ME MORE!! 👀

ALSO NOOO PLEASE DON'T STOP I LOVE ALL YOUR ASKS

YES!! SO TRUE!! Them immediately going with Mickey to kill Frank!! Them helping Mandy get rid of Blake (the pedophile)!!

They totally have a gc and the name's something like BADASS 💪👊 MILKOVICHES 🚬💣. All it takes is one of them sending “Need help fuckers” and they show up!! Because that's what you do for family!!

(Iggy texting “Sry cnt make it. Got caut while hidin in the bin to escape” on the gc from his hidden phone in prison 😭)

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MICKEY'S THE OLDEST AU 👀

Ohmygod baby iggy holding baby mickey 🥺 him doing everything he can to protect mickey 🥺 him shoving people when they made fun of mickey being smaller than them 🥺 him definitely sending ian misspelt hreats from prison when he found out about the courthouse incident 🥺 HIM CALLING IAN FROM PRISON TO GIVE HIM THE SHOVEL TALK

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#i just woke up and now I'm EMOTIONAL 😭😭#asks #flamingbluepanda

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barcaavengers · 3 years

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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt.2

Note: It's hereee! First of all I want to thank all of you for the feedback on the first part. It means a lot to me since it has been quite a while since I've written something like this, plus Bucky is a complex character and I'm trying my best to make him justice. I came up with this random idea as I worked on part 1 so I hope you guys can give me some feedback on it. Again, thank you so much!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. Credit belongs to the amazing@captain-james.

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You have to blink a few times for your eyelids to open, still feeling them heavy from whatever Karli and her crew had injected you with.

"Oh good, you are awake" you hear the girl's voice from a distance, you couldn't focus on anything specific with your gaze, it was all blurry.

"What the hell did you do?" You are surprised that your arms aren't tied when you lift your hand to your head.

"Nothing serious, relax" she says as she comes to your line of vision, your body felt like it was on fire. "We wanted to test something out, you were the best option."

"Why me?" You wince as you sit up, surprised again that they trusted you enough to leave you entirely untied, you wonder for a moment why.

"You are the best way to catch Sam's attention and that is accessible. Sam won't dismiss my calls if we have you. I still called Sarah, just to have him on the edge."

"Leave Sarah out of it" you snarl but your head felt heavy when you did. You have met Sam's sister a while back now, along with her kids. She was a nice, simple, humble woman, she didn't deserve to be brought into this mess.

"Like I said, it was just to leave him on edge" she shrugs. "I have already sent them a message to meet up."

"Karli, I don't know what you are up to but you can't keep doing this" you say. "We know that the Power Broker is after you because of the serum, you can't win the two battles."

"And that's why we need you for the message" she says. A man you hadn't noticed before was in the corner and he was giving Karli a look.

"You want us to help you with the Power Broker?"

"We need to get rid of Captain America first," she says.

"And I couldn't agree more" your arms extend in a gesture. "I told you, we hate the guy, but we don't want to kill him, we just want him out of that uniform and give us back the shield. He doesn't deserve it."

"I used to look up to you, when you first joined the Avengers" she starts. Now it made sense why you weren't tied up. "Then all of the Sokovia Accords happened and you picked a side. You took the side against the government. We are no different."

"We are not the same. You are hurting people! You killed innocent people at the GRC!"

"They wouldn't understand any other way!" Her voice raises as well and you relax your shoulders, you couldn't show her the same behavior.

"Karli, again. I'm asking you to give us a chance to find a way to help you. To help everyone…"

She ignores you as she looks at her phone and looks at the man behind her. They share a look before he leaves. "Come on, he is here for you," she says.

"Aren't you going to inject me with something? Tie me up so I don't run away?"

"I trust you enough to know you won't" she says before she starts walking away, you have no other choice but to follow, but then you notice another man walking behind you.

"So much for trust…" you roll your eyes as you are escorted up the stairs to a balcony. You try to walk further but the man stops you. "Got it. I'll stay here…" so you lean against the wall.

"Is this how things will play out?" You can hear Sam's voice in the distance.

"I wanted to understand you better," Karli says and you frown. "You didn't come alone." Your heart raced at the thought of Bucky being close as well.

"Where is Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice reaches you and the man motions you to move, so you do and stand a few feet away behind Karli. Bucky was staring harshly at Karli, but when you came into his vision his gaze softened in a beat.

Sam extends his hand out to you and you look at Karli who nods her head towards him. You rush to him, reaching for his hand and he pulls you behind him. “Are you okay?” Sam asks over his shoulder and you nod. His brown eyes shifted to look at the girl before you. "You have to end this now…"

"I don't wanna hurt you, either of you, Y/N knows that" she says and your eyes meet hers. "You are just tools in the regimes I want to destroy. You are not hiding behind a shield. If I were to kill you, I'd be meaningless" she explains.

Sam takes a moment and looks behind you, meeting your gaze. "She is after Walker, Sam" you just confirm what he already knows. His hand tightens and then you hear the faint sound of the earpiece in his ear going off. "The Power Broker is after her, Sam. We have to…" and there it is.

"It's Walker…" Sam looks at Bucky and the soldier is quick to jump the balcony, but Karli thinks the same way and jumps as well, pushing him out. Sam and you jump from the balcony, you land roughly, vibrations going up your legs but it doesn't hurt, the adrenaline soothed that impact apparently. Sam kicks Karli against a wall. "I'll send you the location. Go!" Sam instructs, Bucky and you share a look before running off.

"Did they hurt you?!" Bucky asks as you two run.

"Not really!" You say with a heavy breath as you run. "Or at least I don't feel hurt!" You run. "They only injected me with something to knock me out."

"Injected you?" He shouts as he runs, he barely sounded out of breath. "Left!" Bucky shouts and you take the next left. You jump over the back of a car, running down from it and jumping off the hood swiftly to catch up with Bucky. Once in, you two stand still to try to hear where everyone was. "Upstairs" Bucky calls and you two move quickly.

A soldier jumps down from the stairs and pushes you against a wall, you grunt before turning around only to see the man's fist almost on your face. You duck quickly, sneaking under his legs and kicking the back of his knees making him fall against the wall. You deliver a punch on his cheek as he turns around, before sending another one on his stomach making the man bend. You are quick to grab his face and push it against your knee and then back against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Bucky was fighting another soldier and you went his way. He punches the guy and the man falls down the stairs, but is quick to get back on his feet. You go running to him, Bucky takes your arm and spins you so you can deliver a kick to the man's side, but he catches your leg, chuckling. Your eyes widened for a moment before you lifted your other leg, kicking his stomach and falling hard on the floor with a thud, it hurt, but you were sure that was supposed to hurt more. Bucky stands quickly in front of you, shielding you from the man before he kicks him, sending him flying against the wall and the concrete falling on him. "Stay there," Bucky says to the man who you were sure was unconscious before he moved to you. "Are you okay?" He asks as he offers you his hand, not the vibranium one, to lift you up.

"I have to practice that kick more often" you groan as you pull yourself up, and that's when you get close to him, almost chest to chest. "We should go help Sam."

"We should" his head nods before you two run up the stairs. As soon as you walk through the door you are met with more soldiers. One holds Walker from behind and you see Karli rushing to him with the knife.

"Karli!" You call out, Hoskins appears and tackles the girl.

Your instinct tells you to duck as you see Sam approaching you, his wings open and knock the guy away from you and you look at him. "You owe me" you two chuckle before Bucky appears and punches a man, sending him flying over to the other side of the room.

"You owe me" he mocks and you can't help but smirk. Then, it was like everything happened in slow motion.

Karli kicks Hoskins and sends him flying against a column and you hear the cracking of bones. The three of you turn together to find Battlestar unconscious and blood dripping from his lips. Karli takes off her mask, horror all over her face before she storms off, another male which was the one that was mostly around her, took after her as well. Walker is checking on his friend, calling onto him with no luck or sign of life.

You can't help but find it absolutely odd how the story repeats itself. Captain America losing their right hand man once again. First Steve with Bucky, now Walker with Hoskins.

Walker's expression turned dark, even bloodlust you would say. He wanted to make them pay for killing Lemar. He straps his shield and storms off, jumping off a window without taking a second glance back. "Let's go! Let's go!" You shout at your friends before you all start moving. Sam flies up through the ceiling while Bucky and you start running down the stairs. Your head thought of the good idea of jumping over the handrail and you do, landing smoothly before continuing down the stairs and outside.

"Aren't you hurt after that?" Bucky calls as you two run, letting him lead the way.

"Not really! Probably the adrenaline!" You didn't even have a second to think that that landing should have at least made you limp, you will later question it. Right now you had to find Walker before he found Karli and the two ended up hurting each other.

You approach a crowd of people in the plaza, everyone with their phones out. Sam lands on your side and you glance at each other in question before walking faster in front of the crowd. That's when you see Walker delivering the ultimate blow on a body, you can't tell, but the person was dressed exactly like the man that was with Karli a while back. You gasp at the scene before you, you could see the blood from your spot in the crowd, and then you saw it in the shield. "Oh God…"

The shield that was once used to protect innocents while in the hands of Steve Rogers, now was being used as a weapon against innocents by John Walker. The thought made your heart boil, and you knew the guys shared the sentiment when the three of you exchanged glances before turning to Walker and the crowd. That's when you spot Karli. You could see the tears in her eyes as she brought her hand to her mouth as she gasped. Things were about to get really ugly.

"I have to talk to her..." you say as you share a look with the redheaded.

"Don't...Give her space" Sam says as he holds your forearm.

"Sam, if Walker sees Karli...Things are going to get bad. Please..." the Falcon frowns at your words because you were right, but he knew as well that right now, both their heads were hot with rage and grief and there was no possible way to reason with them this soon.

"We will get to her, but let's take care of Walker first" his head nods at Walker who was now running away. "Let's keep a close eye on him before we engage…"

The three of you were walking, Bucky was eyeing your legs, you arch an eyebrow. He notices the gesture and looks away, "You should be limping at least…" he says and you get even more confused now.

"But I am not?" It sounded like a question, but you were just questioning why he was bringing it up. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Just…" your eyebrows raise in expectation for his next words. "Are you sure you are okay? Your back?"

"I am, Buck. Relax" you assure him.

"I'm starting to think this was a mistake. If I hadn't given up the shield…"

"There was no way to know this was going to happen, Sam. You did what you thought was right…"

"Too bad this had to happen for you to realize it" Bucky says harshly and you glare at him.

"Not the time to talk about that, Buck" you say.

"Yeah, let's talk about the way you fought those Super Soldiers."

"Give it a rest, Barnes" you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"What's going on between you two?" Sam intervenes.

"She jumped two stories of stairs like it was nothing. No limping afterwards. No time to recover. She also fell on her back and she is…"

"Sorry for not feeling hurt or weak by those things" you roll your eyes.

"It's not that, Y/N…"

"Hold on, you jumped from the balcony too with me. Since when do you do those leap of faiths?" Sam questions.

"Exactly!"

"Guys, I'm fine. You guys have seen me fight before and you know I can take hits, what's the difference of now?"

"That they were Super Soldiers with brute force and you put up a good fight with them" Bucky points out and you frown.

"Maybe they weren't at their full potential, or they took it easy on me. Guys, relax. I'm fine. I'm not hurt, I'm not in pain" you take a quick step in front of them and spin. "See?" You walk backwards, your arms extended.

"I'm still weirded out" Sam eyes Bucky and his gaze towards you was so…different. He was eyeing you like he was trying to find something. "I forgot to say, Walker must have taken a serum because that guy folded a metal pole right in front of me."

"What?!" Bucky exclaims, stopping in his tracks.

"If he took the serum we are screwed. There is no way to stop him."

"We have to find Walker. I'll make a call to Sharon, see if she can find anything" and with that he pats your back and walks inside Zemo's apartment.

"And Zemo, or we are taking over his place." you say as you follow him inside and then turn to Bucky. His arms are crossed against his chest, eyes staring almost into your soul, you sigh in annoyance. "What, Bucky? What?"

"Come here" he says and you eye him questioningly before he takes your hand and pulls you to him. He tilts your head to the side and runs his thumb on your neck, right where you remember being punctured.

"What the hell, James?" You push his hand away and he frowns.

"What did they inject you with?"

"I don't know, Sargeant. I couldn't ask since I was out like the light" you say to him.

"Y/N, can't you see it? You are doing things you wouldn't be doing in normal circumstances…"

"This isn't normal! I'm doing things to keep up with all of this! Ever heard of adrenaline rush? It makes you do these kinds of things" you snap and Bucky's gaze hardens at your tone.

"Guys, I'm trying to talk on the phone. What the hell is going on now?!" Sam asks as he looks between the two of you.

"Someone here can't accept that I can fight against Super Soldiers."

"I would be the last person to say that because we have fought, even when I wasn't me!"

"Then what the hell is wrong with today, James?!"

"There is something wrong with you!"

"I'm fine!"

"Guys, calm down.."

"Why are you questioning all of my moves?!" He stays silent and his eyes look away from you. "I am not helpless..." you say in a soft tone. Right now you felt...You didn't even know how you felt. You felt confused, couldn't choose an emotion to feel. "I'm going to go shower, I need to cool off" you run a hand through your hair as you walk to your room.

"I never said you were helpless, Y/N" Bucky calls from behind you but you ignore him and close the door with a loud thud.

-Bucky's POV-

He watched her walk away, and he couldn't find a reasonable explanation as to why you weren’t hurt from all these fights and moves. He knew enough to know that jumping two stories, for any normal human, would result in pain, a limp, a twisted ankle, but you didn't even flinch. Didn't take you a second to process the landing. No, he isn't saying you were weak because she is one of the strongest women he has met, but he just knew something was off about her.

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on with you?" Sam asked him, his whole expression screaming that he needed an explanation to this sudden argument.

"Something is wrong with her, Sam. I know you feel it too" he falls on the couch and throws his head back. "She has fought me before, I know she is tough and strong but everything she has been doing after we got her from Karli…" he couldn't find the words to end that sentence. He was worried, he needed to know.

"I'm sure you have a theory. Care to share it?" Sam takes the couch on the side of Bucky.

"I don't know anymore..." he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He knows that it just couldn't be what he was thinking. It was too much of a long shot, yet a part of him, that instinct, told him that he was right.

"If this is your way to flirt you are doing a terrible job" Sam teases. "Your way of showing you care is strange, man" he chuckles.

"It's not like I had practice while in HYDRA's control" Bucky says with a shrug, completely sarcastic. "And I'm not flirting. I'm worried…"

"You two are driving me nuts along with Karli and Walker. Go up there, man" Sam says as he stands up and walks to the kitchen.

"Don't forget Zemo" Bucky says and he sighs. He looks after the direction you disappeared to, pondering on Sam's suggestion. What was he supposed to do? Apologize? Kiss you? He wasn't an expert in doing any of those. Kissing you the other day was like an instinct kicking in, and he wasn't even sure it was what you expected from him. Hopefully whatever had to happen once he went to you would be like that. Finally, he stands up from the couch, but not before stopping by Sam, taking the glass the man had just poured his whiskey in, and swallowing it up in one go. "Thanks" he pats the man's shoulder before going to your room.

Sam glares at the man as he pours another drink in the same glass, watching after Bucky.

Bucky makes his way to your room and knocks softly, "Y/N?" He calls from the door, waiting for an answer but there is none. He sighs and turns to leave but he holds back and turns back to the door. "Listen, I-" he trails off, searching for words. "I'm sorry, alright? I guess I overreacted with the whole thing…" he pauses and frowns. "I just...You are the closest person I got, okay? I don't want you to get hurt and I know, trust me, I know you can perfectly take care of yourself and you are strong and you know-" he hears a distant thud and his eyebrow raise. "Y/N, are you okay in there?" He remembers that you were showering so he holds back for a moment, but what if you fell in it? He turns the door knob and when it budges to the movement, he opens the door. No sign of you anywhere, so he walks quickly to the shower only to find that the sound had been the bottle of shampoo falling.

He returns to the bedroom area, and any normal person might have missed it, but he saw the few drops of water from the bathroom door to the mirror, and then to the window. The window was open. "Sam!" He rushes to the kitchen area where Sam was sipping on his drink. "She is gone!"

-Y/N POV-

"So you are asking to meet up now before kidnapping me?" You ask as you sense Karli behind you a few feet away. "My condolences about your friend… I'm sorry we couldn't stop Walker…" You say as you turn around.

"Thanks" her eyes soften for a moment at your words. "Just wanted to check on how you were doing" she says as she tilts her head to the side, eyeing you.

"Why are you worrying about me?" You question.

"You truly haven't noticed?" The redheaded let out a short laugh, if it was a different circumstance, you would find it cute. "Don't you feel different? More adrenaline running in your veins? Feeling like you are unstoppable?" She asks and takes a few steps to the side. "Honestly thought it was going to wear off already, but it seems it lasts longer…"

"What are you talking about?" Oh now you were getting worried. "What did you do to me, Karli?" You hiss taking a step forward.

"Dr. Nagel was working on it a while back, to get the Power Broker off my back with this trick" she explains, and the name of the man who was doing the replica of the Serum was enough to have your heart racing. "Same ingredients, but with a difference, it doesn't last much…Should wear off soon if he was right."

"Karli…" you call onto the girl.

"We injected you with a temporary Super Soldier Serum, Y/N.”

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morosemagick · 3 years

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Meet me by the River Bend | Finan X Reader One-Shot

Warning: None

Words: 3919

Tagged: @osferth (thanks for that prompts list!!)

It's your favorite place in Wessex. This hidden river bend behind your home in Coccham. Most of the townspeople here don't realize it's back there. Deep enough for you to bathe, and hidden enough for you not to worry about men coming to spy on you.

It's your small touch of paradise.

You've been coming here for years now. When your daily chores are done and you're certain no one will need you, you sneak off to your special place. Sometimes you don't even bathe, just going by to dip your toes in and listen to the river's song. It's the best in the summertime when the water is its warmest and you can dress in your bare minimum while you waste your day doing whatever you choose.

You rather this simple life over anything else.

Until one day you notice someone has found your secret spot.

It takes you a moment, but you recognize this face. He's a warrior for Lord Uhtred, the Ealdorman of Coccham. You've seen him before in town, usually walking around with the Lord's other warriors or drinking at the alehouse.

If you're correct, he's the one they call Finan.

Afraid of being seen, you hide behind a tree to spy on him. It's probably wrong, but you're curious to see what this man is doing in your place. You can see him approach the river, squatting down and putting his fingers into the water to perhaps check its warmth. After a moment or two, he rises, shaking off his wet finger, and then wipes it on his trousers.

What happens next makes your jaw drop.

He starts to strip away his clothing. Starting with the belt that carries his blades and then his shirt. You can't help but gawk as he works at every button till the end, then pulling the shirt off his body. As he bends down to drop his on top of his blades, his body turns till his bareback is facing you.

And the sight of it makes you gasp.

Finan snatches the shirt up and puts it back on, and you manage to hide behind the tree. You try to cover your mouth with your hand, but you're certain you've been caught.

You can hear him pick up his sword, and then you hear the sound of footsteps approaching you, "I know you're out there," he calls out as he creeps closer, "Come out now, and I swear I won't hurt ya."

"I didn't mean to spy on you, Lord, I swear it," You tell him, still cowering behind the tree.

"I'm not a Lord, darlin', no need to hide," Finan is smirking when he comes face to face with you, "If you wanted to watch me bathe, all you needed was to ask."

He's much more handsome than you realized now that he's in arms reach, and suddenly you're blushing uncontrollably, "I was not-"

"I'm only kidding, I swear it," He smiles, holding his arms up in truce, "What is a good Christian woman like yourself doin' alone in a place like this?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," you say, straightening yourself to seem more confident, "How did you find this place?"

"I usually bathe more up the river, but it seems others found my space so I came more down for some peace," Finan crosses his arms, and your eyes can't help but look at his bare chest and the blade you almost forgot he was carrying, "And you?"

"I, uh," You point behind him and chuckle, "Live not far from here. This is my secret place."

"Is it now?"

"It is," You tell him, and he smirks at you, "And I would prefer if you bathed somewhere else."

Finan chuckles, and takes a step forward, "And if I choose not to?"

You're already backed into the tree, so there's nowhere else to go as he hovers over you, "I.. I'll-"

Finan’s smirk becomes a full smile as he laughs and backs away, "I am teasing, darlin', I'll get out of your hair. I wouldn't want anyone to think anythin' of us being alone back here."

"I will not tell, if you don't," The words come out of your mouth so quickly you barely have time to register what you've just told this man.

Finan's brow raises as he crosses his arms again, "Are you propositioning me, lady?"

"No, of course not!" You argue and he smiles again, making your knees feel surprisingly weak, "I only mean to say, if you do not look my way then I will not look yours. We can share this place."

"You wish to share this place with me?" He questions.

"As long as you promise not to look and you stay on your side of this tree," As soon as the words come out you realize what you've asked of this and it's probably the dumbest thing you've done but it's too late because the words have already been spoken, "We keep our eyes to ourselves, deal?"

You put your hand out for him to shake, and a second later he shakes it, "Deal, Lady-"

"Y/N," You tell him with a faint smile, "I am not a lady, I'm just… Y/N."

"Well you have yourself a deal," Finan smirks as he lets your hand go and starts to make his way back to his things, "Just Y/N."

It's the way he looks at you as he walks away that makes you realize you've probably made a very big mistake.

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It rains for the next few days, so you do not return to the river bend until the sun has risen again. You head down at midday to get away from your family for some time. It's hard, being the eldest child. You feel like so much is expected of you, especially in a family of only daughters.

You expect talks of marriage will be in your very near future.

When you arrive at your secret place, Finan is already there. You can tell because there are clothes all laid out neatly as well as a belt with two blades close to the water. As per your pact, you do your best to keep your eyes ahead of you and not spy on the man you've decided to let into your space.

Though you would very much like to look.

You sit by the edge of the water, taking off your shoes so you can stick your feet in the water, and just as you lay back onto the grass you hear water sloshing around and the sound of a certain Irish accent in the air.

"Y/N," You hear Finan call out, and you try your best not to look his way, "Nice seeing you here."

"I'd say the same, but I plan on upholding the promise I made," Finan laughs at your comment, and a smile forms on your face, "I am a good Christian woman, after all."

"Aye, so polite," He laughs some more and you can hear him moving through the water, probably making his way out, "Thank you for not tarnishing my pure reputation."

"I assure your pure reputation will continue to go unscathed," You chuckle and you can hear him getting out of the water, and the sound of swords in sheaths clanging lets you know he's probably getting dressed.

"Do you not wish to bathe today, Y/N?" He asks you, and you can hear his belt clang again.

"No…" You told him in a soft tone, your mood sobering up, "I only came here to escape, that's all."

"Escape what?" When you don't answer you can hear Finan moving around, and before you know it he's standing above you fully dressed, "Escape what, Y/N?"

You smirk at the sight of him, "You've crossed the tree."

"Aye, but my clothes are on," Finan smiles walking to your right and then sitting down next to you, "So are you going to tell me what has happened?"

You sigh and then sit up, pulling your knees to your body as you look out to the water, "I believe my family wishes me to marry soon."

You glance over to Finan, who is also staring at the water when he replies, "Ahh."

"My family is… well, we could use the silver," You explain as you put your arms around your knees and rest your chin on top of them, "I am the eldest, it's my duty to be married into wealth."

"But is being married what you wish?" Finan asks you in a tone that makes you glance his way.

It almost sounds like jealousy.

"I'm not sure," You tell him honestly, "What if he's awful?"

"What if he's hideous?" Finan jokes with brows raised and it makes you laugh, "I'm sure your father will not marry you to a cruel man."

"It's my stepfather who wishes to marry me," You explain, trying to maintain your smile but it's getting hard, "I think he tires of caring for me. I'm almost certain he wishes to be rid of me as soon as possible."

"Sounds like a bastard," Finan mutters in anger, and it catches you off guard. When he notices what he's said, he turns to face you, "I did not mean-"

You can't help but smile, "No, you are right. He is a bastard." Your smile maintains as you turn back to face the water, "I just wish I was free to choose, that's all. It might sound silly but I want to fall in love with a man, not just be forced upon him."

"That doesn't sound silly at all," Finan tells you with a soft voice, "Nothin' wrong with wanting to be loved, Y/N."

"Have you ever been in love?" You turn to ask him and you can see the expression on his face shift, "Finan? Did I say something wrong?"

He looks at your and his lip curls up, and something about the way his eyes stare into yours gives you butterflies like you've never felt before, "I have… a long time ago. Almost another life, even."

"What happened?"

Finan shrugs, looking back at the water as he answers, "I suppose.. it was not meant to be."

"I'm sorry," You tell him sincerely, "That sounds awful," he doesn't answer you immediately, and you wonder if you've maybe struck a nerve with your question. In hopes of redeeming yourself, you add: "Perhaps you will find love again," That catches his attention and it makes you smile, "A better one."

"I hope so as well," Finan answers with a smile much different than the others he's given you during this conversation. Something about it just makes your heart beat double time.

You wonder if perhaps these are the feelings you've been searching for.

You continue to meet Finan daily by the river bend, as long as the sun is out and there is no rain to stop you from leaving your home. You talk about everything and nothing, and over the next few months, you learn so much about each other. Finan tells you about his travels, and what it's like to be a warrior serving Lord Uhtred. Of his friends and fellow warriors, Sihtric and Osferth. You tell him about your family, how your father served in King Alfred's fyrd and did not come home after one battle. How your mother, now a widow, chose to marry a farmer to support her family and had many more children with him. How the man she married treats you more like the help than a daughter.

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Of all the things you speak of, Finan's family and his life in Ireland is never brought up.

You didn't want to push it.

He did, however, tell you of his life as a slave and how he met Lord Uhtred aboard a shave ship. All the things they overcame to be free, and the friends they lost trying to get home. It's how you learn why he chooses to bathe in private.

"There are scars… scattered all over my back," Finan tells you during one of your meetings, "Every time someone sees them, they ask how I got them. I hate talkin' about it… so I bathe alone."

"I didn't mean to-"

"I don't mind telling you, Y/N," he says with a smile, "You are good at secrets, surprisingly enough."

You laugh at his comment, and you stop when you realize Finan is staring at you, "What is it?"

"May I tell you another?" Finan asks in a quiet voice.

"Another… secret?" You question him with a raised brow. Finan nods, his face seeming more serious than you've seen it, "What is it, Finan?"

"I would very much like to kiss you, Y/N," His words make you gasp and you realize he's leaned in closer to you, "May I?"

"But your pure reputation," You smirk but your body is leaning in closer anyway, "We are good Christians, remember?"

"I will not tell, if you don't," Finan smiles as he puts his hand on your face to pull you in.

You glance at his eyes then down to his lips right before you lean in to kiss him, "Deal."

It's not your first kiss, that's for certain, but you've never had someone kiss you with so much passion before. Finan puts his other hand on your face and leans your head back to deepen the kiss. Your hands reach out for his shirt to pull him as close to you as you can, and the two of you fall back into the grass as the kissing intensifies. Finan's tongue slips in your mouth and you moan, his hands moving from your face down to your waist.

He's about to go lower, but you stop him.

You pull away from him with a worried look on your face, "We shouldn't..."

Finan looks a touch embarrassed as he gets up off of you, "I am sorry, Y/N,"

"No, it's not that I don't wish to kiss you," You are quick to explain as you sit back up, "It's just…" You don't wanna tell him, but you know you need to tell him soon before it's too late, "My stepfather has someone coming tomorrow… a potential husband."

"You're to be married?" He looks hurt, more than you anticipated and it hurts.

"I have no choice," Your lip quivers because the look on his face is just killing you, "He wants me gone before harvest."

"Perhaps I should go," Finan says as he jumps to his feet, and you jump up to follow him.

"Finan, Finan wait!" You call out as you chase after him, "I do not want to marry this man-"

"I will bother you no longer, Lady," he cuts you off as he keeps going, but you reach out to grab his arm and make him stop.

"Finan, please," Your voice cracks and you feel your breath starting to stutter, "I will never love this man," Finan doesn't look fully back, but his head is turned enough for you to know you have his attention, "my heart already belongs to you."

"I have nothing to give you, Y/N," Finan explains, keeping his face away from you, "No land, no home... I am just a warrior, loyal to my Lord. Every time we leave there is a chance I will not come home. It is not an easy life."

"I do not want easy," Your eyes start to water as your hand drifts down his arm to his hand, "I want you."

Finan turns back and you find he's also been crying, but there's a slight smile on his lips and it makes you feel a bit better, "Do you now?"

"I do," You smile as the tears fall, "Always."

Finan moves back in to kiss you again, his hands moving frivolously across your body as he backs you up until you eventually hit a tree. His hands are making their way down your skirts as he starts to lift them up, and eventually, they find themself between your legs.

What he does to you next, here by this river bend, is far from Christian.

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You get back home later than you usually do, the sun setting as you walk through the door, and to your surprise, your mother and stepfather are waiting for you, along with another man you do not recognize.

"Where have you been!?" Your stepfather demands before you can even put down your things, "You have been gone for hours!"

"I went to bathe," You explain but your response is only a half-lie; you were indeed in the water… with Finan… and neither of you actually did bathe, "I did not realize how long I was gone."

"It's impolite to make your betrothed wait, Y/N," Your mother explains, and you give her a confused look.

"I do not have a-"

"Y/N, meet Oswald," Your stepfather cuts you off as he turns back to point to the other man in the room, "He has agreed to marry you, and for a mighty fair price might I add."

You look at the man, and then your stepfather with a worried look, "I do not wish to marry him."

"He's already paid the bride price, Y/N," Your mother tells you with a somber look on her face, "You leave for East Anglia in the morning."

"East Anglia?!" You take a step back in your shock.

"I have a lot of land, and plenty of space for all the children we will have," The man… Oswald smiles and it makes you shiver, "I promise you will enjoy being my wife."

"I don't want to marry you," You say again, because the first time was apparently not enough, "I refuse!"

"You cannot!" Your stepfather snaps, "You have been sold, you get no choice!"

"I will not marry this man, and you cannot stop me!" You yell, turning for the door and rushing out before anyone can stop you.

It's pouring now but that doesn't stop you as you make your way into the heart of Coccham in search of the man you much rather be betrothed to. Your first stop is the alehouse, where you know Finan frequents often with his fellow warriors, but he's not there. Instead, your eyes come across the other warriors he's usually with, Sihtric and Osferth.

They are drinking and laughing when you approach them, and you know you must look crazy with your body drenched but you do not care.

The monk-looking Saxon is the first to notice you, a kind smile on his face as he looks your way. He must be Osferth, "May we help you, lady? You seem troubled."

"You are Osferth and Sihtric, yes?" You ask as you look between the two of them, shaking in your soaked clothing, "Do you know where Finan is?"

"Ah, you must be Y/N," The Dane warrior, Sihtric, smiles as he turns to face you, "You just missed him, he's gone to meet with Lord Uhtred."

"Please, can you find him for me?" You ask out of breath, hoping they recognize the panic in your voice, "Tell him to meet me by the river bend, he will know what that means."

"Is there something wrong, Y/N?" Osferth asks as he and Sihtric exchange worried looks.

"I have no time to explain, please, promise me you'll tell him," You tell him and they both nod to each other and rise.

"We will, lady, we swear it," Sihtric tells you as he taps Osferth's shoulder and the two of them leave the alehouse with haste.

You only hope they find him in time.

It's still pouring, but it doesn't stop you from waiting in the rain for Finan to arrive. You wait behind a tree, the same one you hid behind the first time you saw him. You have been alone for a while, and part of you is starting to worry he will not show.

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Perhaps you have made a mistake?

Perhaps he does not love you as you thought?

The fear makes you nauseous. You had just given this man all you had to give, your womanhood slipped through your fingers to the sound of his soft words and even softer fingers. Now you wonder if all that happened was only so he could find his way between your legs.

Tears form in your eyes, and now you feel silly for waiting out here in the rain for a man who probably doesn't love you.

You want to move from where you're leaning against the tree, except you can't because your body slides down to the ground and you can help but sit there and cry. Crying like a child, as the tears on your face blending in with the rain hitting your face.

"Y/N?" The voice you hear calling out for you makes you jump for your feet, hiding behind the tree in hopes not to be seen. It's your stepfather, and he has found your secret place, "Y/N you show yourself this instant!"

You cover your mouth so he doesn't hear you crying, or breathing for that matter, and pray to God that he doesn't find you. You can hear footsteps walking nearby and your heart is beating double time as your eyes shut tight in fear, but then you feel a hand across yours.

"Do not fear, Y/N, it's me," Finan's voice whispers as your eyes open quickly. There's a serious look on his face, his eyes peeking around the tree, "He's leavin'."

You both stand there in silence for a while, Finan's eyes watching your stepfather and yours watching Finan. Sometimes passes, and then Finan sighs as his eyes drift back to you.

"He's gone," Finan tells you as his hand moves from over yours to over your cheek, "Are you alright?"

"You came for me," You tell him in shock as your hand lowers to your side.

"Of course I did, Y/N," Finan smiles as he rubs your cheek with his thumb, "I love you."

"You do?" Your eyes are watery again but this time your tears are joyous.

"Aye," He nods as he leans in for a quick kiss, "I do, and I will not let you marry the man that bastard has chosen."

"His name is Oswald," You explain to him with a frown, "He's already paid the bride price…"

"And I plan on offering more," Finan explains with a smirk, "I have borrowed silver from Lord Uhtred. Whatever that man had paid, I will pay double."

"I cannot possibly be worth that much," You chuckle in disbelief over what he's told you, but Finan just smiles, "I am just Y/N."

"No," He shakes his head as he leans in to kiss you again, "You are everything, Y/N."

It must be true because you return back to your family's home with Finan where he offers just that for your hand in marriage and your stepfather and Oswald agree for the exchange. You do not return to that house again, because that place is no longer your home.

And the next time the sun shines again, you and Finan return again to the river bend. Where you share this special place with those you both care for the most, as they gather together to watch you two marry.

Here, in this place, special to you always.

#finan the agile #fanfiction #one shot #finan x reader #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk finan #but i guess stiLL angst #fluff

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