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thechekhov · 2 years
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Pondering her orb........................
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sanjisboyfie · 1 month
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choso's boyfriend meeting little brother yuji!
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modern au! pairing is obbbvvsss choso x male reader <333
-> i actually also don't care if you think choso is out of character ebcause this is how i perceive him and hwo i perceive him is the actual correct way because i am actually gege <333!! + very much fluffy a lot of fluff, i think this is a very cute thing ive written for the public to read
choso was sweating bullets. the collar of the shirt he was wearing suddenly felt as if it was suffocating him and choking him out. his palms were sweating profusely and the grip he had on the steering wheel was almost slipping beneath him. his usual pale complexion had turned red and it wasn’t clear if it was because he was flustered, nervous, or feeling sickly…maybe it was all three.
now, what would prompt such a reaction from a man like choso? usually calm, collected, and responsible choso. the answer was his boyfriend and little brother were finally going to meet. his baby brother yuji, who meant the absolute world to him, was going to meet the love of his life. okay, granted the two of you had only been dating for seven months, but choso was confident he was the only man for him. he lived and breathed for this man! to think someone as special as his lover is meeting his little brother, who is someone tremendously special to choso…it strikes such an anxiety in him he can’t even explain.
what if the two of you hated each other? what if yuji didn’t approve of him? the boy was still young so what if he didn’t understand why his big brother was dating another boy. god, did choso have to have a really awkward conversation with him?
choso almost pulled over to vomit his nerves out.
but thankfully, he arrived at his beloved’s house and was greeted with his handsome grinning face. the perfect nerve relief for choso. he rushed out of his driver’s side, going over to the passenger side and greeting him with a firm kiss.
instantly, the action was reciprocated and the two were standing there practically making out for a good minute. [name] finally pulled away, softly tapping choso’s cheek and grinning ear to ear, “are you excited? i can’t wait to meet lil yuji, aw, he’s just so cute in all the photos you’ve showed me,”
choso can only weakly chuckle, not wanting to kill [name]’s excitement with his nerves. instead, he just silently opens the passenger door and gently closes it once his boyfriend is secure inside. once they’re both sat down, choso’s hand instinctively reaches for his, squeezing tight as the two begin their drive back to choso’s household.
“he’s just so cute, i can’t wait to pinch his cheeks,” the man beside the brooding choso gushes, looking at photos of yuji on his phone.
“he’s not a baby,” choso weakly laughs, “he’s already five, i don’t think he’d like you pinching his cheeks like some kid,”
“he is a kid, though, an adorable one at that!” the giddy grin on his face eventually infects choso, who can only smile to himself. “what should i talk about with him…i can’t think of much a senior in high school would have in common with a kid that small,”
“just be yourself and he’ll find something to entertain himself and you with, he’s really hyper active like that,” choso advises, shrugging his shoulders to loosen up his nerves, “he really is into his comics nowadays, though,”
[name] hums in interest, scooting over in his seat to be closer to his boyfriend. without warning, he kisses choso’s cheek with a mischievous grin. the reaction is instant, choso’s face bursting red and the car jolting ever so slightly from the pleasant surprise.
“you’re so nervous, baby, everything is going to be fine,” [name] comments, playing with the raven hair at the base of choso’s neck (only making the blush on his face deepen further), “i’m sure me and yuji are going to get along splendidly! don’t think i’m not gonna try impressing him either, i want him to like me.”
“you don’t have to do that…” choso mumbles, feeling incredibly embarrassed and flustered.
“i am going to, though. i know how much he means to you, i won’t mess this up, promise!”
another peck to choso’s cheek has him somewhat relaxing as he holds tightly onto his hand.
“yuji, this is [name], say hello,” choso says, catching his brother that immediately ran to him. he carried him up so that he was resting on his hip, the small child able to see [name] at eye level.
“hi [name]!” yuji excitedly calls out, happy to see a possible friend, “i like your hair!” he confidently compliments, lips stretched in the most adorable grin. it took all of [name]’s self restraint to not pick the kid up and smother him in love and affection.
“thanks, lil man,” [name] grins, “i like yours too, it’s a cool color!”
yuji frowns, shaking his head, “i want my hair to be red, it’d be cooler!!”
“you like red, yuji?”
an adament nod was the only answer he needed. choso breathes a sigh of relief at the fluidity of the conversation, realizing that he probably had nothing to worry about. for the rest of the day, the three never separated. [name] made sure to entertain yuji, exaggerating his reactions to whatever lil yuji said, but it was still endearing and genuine.
“i’ll get us some snacks,” choso says, placing yuji from off his lap and onto the couch cushion near [name]. the older man made sure to watch carefully so yuji didn’t get too close to the edge.
yuji looked at the back of his older brother, waiting until he was out of sight before tugging on the collar of [name]’s shirt. the man was shocked at the sudden action, but before he could say anything a tiny hand covered his mouth.
“shhh!!” yuji loudly shushed, his spit ricocheted onto [name]’s cheek. the man grimaced and wiped it away and made sure to show he was silent when he did. “are you the one aniki has been talking about?” then yuji lowered his voice into a very low whisper, “his booyyfriienndd?”
[name] blinked in surprise, expecting anything but that. before he could deflect the question, knowing choso probably wanted to be the one to formally tell the news to yuji, the pink haired boy placed his hand on his mouth again.
“shhh!! not too loud!” [name] didn’t bother explaining that he didn’t even say anything, only nodded his head, “he’s always talking about a boy, is it you? or no?”
innocent yuji who knew much more than he let on, [name] almost laughed at the revelation.
“aniki thinks i don’t understnad, but since i’m a big boy i’m smart, so i do,” yuji says, a proud grin on his face as he not so subtly complimented himself.
“well, how about this-” yuji loudly shushed [name] again, making the man lower his tone, “sorry. why don’t we ask him when he gets back?”
“hmm, okay,” yuji whispers, looking side to side as if the two were conspiring a big secret plan, “i’ll do the talking,”
“yes, sir,” [name] grinned, saluting yuji, who nodded his head in satisfaction.
“aniki, is [name] your boyfriend?”
the way yuji asked the question made [name] cover his mouth to hold back his laughter, almost keeling over the couch when he saw the look on choso’s face.
“uhm…” choso’s deep voice sounded awkward and uncomfortable, not expecting his little brother to be so aware of something like that. he doubts that his boyfriend would mention it, only because he knows how much he respected his want to tell his own little brother. so to imagine yuji got the idea of what a boyfriend was on his own made choso flustered.
“it’s an easy question,” yuji sighs, looking tired of choso’s hesitance. the kid was not patient by any means and [name] could respect his bluntness.
choso goes to sit next to yuji, making the little kid sit in between the two.
“he is my boyfriend, yuji, and i like him a lot,” choso says slowly, reaching over and grabbing [name]’s hand and offering him a sweet smile. yuji seems unpleased, though, with the way he was now pouting. his chubby arms were crossed over the other.
and he looked like he was very seriously thinking about something.
“but aren’t you supposed to love him?”
now choso was resisting the urge to facepalm and hide his blushing red face. [name] blinked slowly, glancing between choso and yuji with a semi-nervous look on his face. yuji was curiously looking at his older brother, not at all reading the signs that the couple in front of him were very nervous.
“do you not love him, aniki?”
choso sputtered, immediately shouting, “i do love him! i do, yuji,” he tells his brother, then panickily looking at [name]. “i love him a lot…”
yuji clapped, squishing choso’s cheeks together with the pudgy hands and grinning ear to ear, “aniki is in love! he’s gonna get cooties!” he screeches, but there is nothing but excitement and happiness in his voice. choso’s face, that was still squished in between his younger brother’s hands, was burning deep, deep red.
finally deciding to save his boyfriend, [name] picked yuji up by his underarms and placed him on his lap. he scooted into the now empty seat next to choso and covered yuji’s eyes with his hand (almost covering the entire child’s face…).
“i love you, too,” choso flinched at the confession, turning stiff when he felt a pair of lips on top of his own.
yuji began screeching, apparently wanting to see what was behind [name]’s hand and kicking his feet in the air. [name] smiled into the kiss, making choso break out of his stupor and finally kiss back.
“i love you too, choso,” [name] whispered, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away and uncovering his hand from yuji’s face.
choso was unable to converse normally for a couple of minutes, just hiding his face in his hand while the other one was limply holding onto [name]’s under the covers of the blanket.
[name] got them all comfortable for a movie to watch, settling in the middle with yuji cuddling into his side and choso hugging his other.
as yuji began dozing off, feeling tired from doing oh-so much in the day, choso finally turned his body to [name] and sincerely spoke, “i love you so much, thank you for being the best boyfriend ever,”
[name] bit back a grin, pinching choso’s cheek, “oh shut up, i love you more, babe. can’t believe it took your little brother annoying it out of you to finally say it,” he teased, finding the new blush that spread on his face to be adorable.
“i wanted to say it ever since we started dating but didn’t want to scare you,” choso said under his breath, not loud enough for [name] to hear. the h/c haired man turned to him with a pout, tilting his head at what he didn’t hear. but choso just smiled and shook his head, caressing the base of his neck and softly squeezing, “nothing.”
shrugging it off, [name] just snuggled back onto choso’s chest as he continued rubbing up and down yuji’s back.
BONUS : TEEN YUJI INTERACTING WITH CHOSO AND [NAME]
“choso!”
“how dare you call me that?! i am your older brother!”
“cho-so!” yuji emphasized the syllable, putting his hands in the air and waving them around in an exaggerated manner.
“why are you acting like this?!” choso cried out, absolutely infuriated with his little brother’s antics.
“you said i could hang out with [name] after school — guess what, it’s after school! and now what, you suddenly have a date with him?!”
“he’s my boyfriend!?”
“okay, he’s my friend!”
”you didn’t even know him until i started dating him, don’t be a brat, yuji itadori!”
“and now i’m the brat?! what do you think [name] is gonna say when i tell him this?!”
“why are you snitching on me to him?! can’t you be a mature person for once?!”
“you’re the one that’s ignoring me and [name]’s plans! i told you like yesterday!”
“oh my god, i don’t want to hear this right now,” choso said, hans on his hips as he began walking to the front door, “hang out with him another time, yuji, seriously.”
“no way!—”
“why are you guys yelling so loud i can hear you from outside?!”
the door slammed open and choso and yuji stilled in their brawl. yuji was choking out choso from the back while the older brother was desperately trying to smack yuji’s face.
“he’s not letting me hang out with you!”
“he wants to cancel our date!”
[name] blinked, wondering what the hell he just walked into and wondering if he could just walk out and pretend as if he never saw this.
“okay, well…”
“take my side!” the two shouted in unison, making [name] flinch at the sudden yell and rub his forehead in stress.
he began wondering exactly what family did he get himself into.
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pomupom · 7 months
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Obvious met by Oblivious.
Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Sebek Zigvolt.
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Riddle Rosehearts.
you hadn’t meant to overhear ace yelling at riddle to just ‘ tell you how he feels ’, but there’s not much an apology can do to bring his skin from red — he swears his heart has just stopped. and ace’s is about to join. oh Greats, riddle feels like it’d be easier if you’d already noticed! it’s like torture awaiting your answer, sweating profusely and you’re not quite sure if it’s from the nerves or to calm the heat of his cheeks. riddle has himself mentally prepped for your rejection, accepting the fact he's about to need to swallow down this embarrassing moment and move on – but he doesn't have himself prepared for receiving a quiet “ i like you too ”. maybe all this warmth his body's producing has made him start hallucinating, there's a lump in his throat preventing him from speaking, stuck staring in awe at what you've just reciprocated. do you, like, seriously love him back? out of all people - riddle? not that he minds at all ... but he knows he's a bit wearisome compared to others you know — which garners a stupid comment from ace, if you weren't here, know his head would be gone. maybe the actual thing, too. however, he just can't find care to deal with anything but how he wants to throw his arms around you and share a sweet kiss with you — oh this is all he's ever wanted! he can't help but act all strange, you've been in more of his dreams than you could ever know.
Deuce Spade.
truly, it's one of the 7 Wonders of the World how you haven't found out about deuce's little crush on you — grim and ace almost feel obligated to try and place match-maker when they see deuce stumbling over words, saying all the wrong things and drawing confused reactions from you. it's hard to believe this is his mother tongue with all the stuttering, second-hand embarrassment filling the two when they watch deuce talk with you. and while they'd usually laugh about how dense you are to all attempts of advances from deuce, they leave him to wallow in their pity – he's just got to put himself out there for you! easier said than done for deuce, though. fearing for the worst, the last thing he wants is to lose this friendship he's built with you, then he'd truly lose all hope for being your boyfriend ( even thinking of such alone makes deuce a flustered mess, pink-tinted and catching your eye. he's so bad at making excuses ). he almost feels blessed when you come up to him and confess, arrow through his heart, he blabbers out reciprocation — how could you not fall for this pathetic mess of a man? deuce honestly can't tell if you've been pretending to not get his hints just to be a tease, or if you're truly just a stupid as he is.
Floyd Leech.
“ my God ... shrimpy - don't you understand already that i like you? ” it's information hard to process this early in the morning, especially when you'd thought death was at your door with the way floyd tried to break the thing in. acting as if you're the stupid one here, you're sent a glare as floyd awaits what you'll say to him —usually never this patient, he figures that since he has just told you how he feels. floyd decides it's better to wait until you tell him you like him too before he moves in closer to you, otherwise he might just eat you up for being a tease! it may be late, but you've got floyd annoyed from being a parasitic – tossing and turning, no position keeps you from crawling into his brain within the silence, images of your smiling face filling the dark. if he just squeezed you and popped your head right off, he wouldn't have to worry about any of this! it's a hard decision, really, watching your dumb lil head burst or waiting until your heart spills out it's answer, floyd wouldn't mind watching either. it's all in your hands, shrimpy — and don't keep him waiting here too long! or he'll have to make the decision himself.
Kalim Al-Asim.
only when kalim opens his eyes to your shocked face does he realize what he’s just said — oh. oh! kalim, honestly, didn’t mean for that to slip out! he’s just become accustomed to speaking his feelings, he hadn’t thought twice when telling how he’s in love with you. he supposes there’s no use in hiding them anymore, though — soo ... how do you feel about him? do you like him back? like, like-like him? because Sevens does he want nothing more than to scream to this world how much he loves you! he doesn’t mean to overwhelm you, and he tries to settle his excitement. who knew finally saying what he’s been trying to show you for who knows how long, would feel this good!? he’s stood perked-up awaiting an answer from you, beaming his weight from one foot to the other — he hopes that you’ll accept him and all he has to offer. kalim has a whole different world to show you. things aren’t all gloomy as they seem, not when you’ve got him! it may have taken you this long to find out kalim’s feelings, but he’s loved you since the beginning.
Sebek Zigvolt.
there's no chance for sebek, he thinks that he is actually hopeless when it comes to making you understand how he feels through these ' romantic ' gestures that lilia suggests — maybe the old fae is just messing with him, but they never seem to bring a strong reaction out of you in the way lilia says they will. maybe it's all a lost cause, sebek's usual curt attitude disappearing somewhere within when it comes to telling you how he really feels, he grows quiet when you're around. don't you get tired of being brainless? your head must only be for looks, completely filled with air — or maybe he really is that good at hiding how he feels. an illusion quickly shattered by lilia when sebek somehow finds himself dragging his feet back for advice, just be himself, you've stuck around this long anyway! an awfully planned, discreet confession blown up, sebek can't help his volume when it comes to pouring his heart out. all these little things you do to him (which he hates, sebek is sure to add that on), never noticing the affect you've had on him. oh Seven, you better accept all of it! for the shame he'd feel if otherwise .. you would have to be rid of this world.
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jayke0 · 5 months
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Filled To The Brim
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Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader
Summary: kinktober day 25, Breeding
Rating: 18+
Warnings/Content: Breeding, fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, a bit of crying, overstimulation, rough Steven, brief nipple play, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).
Word count: 989 (ik it's short, but it's good)
Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.
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"What did you just say?"
Steven's eyes shoot open and widen, looking up at you like a deer in headlights.
"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit… me and my big bloody mouth… I'm sorry love, that– that was– weird of me to say—."
You watch the gorgeous man struggle underneath you, apologizing profusely for letting his words and mind get the better of him. He looks so beautiful like this, a sheen of sweat covering his tanned skin to make it glisten in the afternoon light, his messy curls sprawling across the pillow and his forehead, and his necklace balancing perfectly between the join in his collar bones.
Slowly, you lean down to his ear and bite the shell of his earlobe softly. "Say it again, I liked it baby."
It pulls a soft whimper from his chest and makes him squirm underneath you, you're able to feel his cock throbbing inside you as you rock your hips back and forth on him and sit back up. "Tell me how you wanna breed me Steven, please." You pout. 
"Shit, dove, I wanna cum inside you so bad, I wanna breed that pussy… please lemme do it. Please, pet."
You start bouncing on him faster, moaning and nodding to the wonderful words that spill from the arguably most reserved man of the three of them. Your hand grabs his and places it on your chest, which he takes as a sign to play with your nipples and tug the hard buds softly. "More baby! Tell me more!" Breathy moans are all that leave your lips after that.
"I'm gonna knock you up love, fuck. 'M gonna fill you up to the brim and make you spill my spend from your hole–."
Holy shit, he's good. You're pretty sure you both look like a scene out of a porno right now… not that you'd know, your head is thrown back so far that you feel your vocal chords straining with each moan. He's fucking up into you with staggered thrusts, one hand frantically gripping your waist while the other continues to roll your nipples between his fingers. As you drive down on him repeatedly, your fingers come between your legs to touch that bundle of nerves that has your toes curling in seconds.
"Don't cum, Steven–not yet. Save it for me baby!—" you manage to blurt out before you're sliding down on his cock one last time to take him all and shaking wildly, thighs clamping shut as you're blinded by pleasure, which is prolonged by your boyfriend's sweet whimpers as he fends off his own orgasm.
"Good boy." You say shakily, rubbing his chest. "good bo—."
Before you can finish, the man is flipping you over onto your back, making your eyes open in surprise.
He tugs your hips till your ass is resting on his thighs and his hands are wrapped around your hips, gripping you tightly to keep you in place.
"Now, I get to breed you properly, yeah love? Please say I can…" 
You feel him rutting into you, short bursts of pleasure coursing through your body and making your nerves tingle with overstimulation. "Of course you c–an, sweetheart," your voice is hoarse. "Breed me baby, please."
Steven's lip seemingly trembles as his brows knit together and he focuses on fucking another orgasm out of you; and filling you with his pent up arousal. He's not caring with his thrusts anymore, hips slamming into yours at a skin-slapping rate, his jaw hanging loosely.
"I love fucking you like this, pet, so so much. Just makes me wanna use you for days and–ah!– cum in you over and over—" Your boyfriend's pace is getting sloppy, but it's still managing to pull you closer and closer to the edge as you look up at him with teary eyes, that same necklace now dangling in your face as he curls over you.
The man presses his face into the pillow as if to hide himself and the filth coming from his mouth, his arm winding underneath you and cradling you while your legs are now straight up in the air. It's a humiliating position, but it makes your cunt feel so good; it's constantly clenching around him and begging for his seed.
Your nails dig into his shoulder blades. "Fuck, Steven, please– holy shit… breed me baby. God, I need you to cum–." You continue to ramble in his ear, a few tears falling down your face at the bruising force he's using. "Knock me up sweetheart… wanna have your babies." 
Suddenly, you feel his hips stutter for a second as muffled moans fill your ears and you feel him spurting hot white inside you, painting your insides with everything he has… but he doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you until he can't move anymore, his muscles tensing to stop him from collapsing on you.
You pant heavily. Your built up orgasm subsides, a little to your displeasure, but as your boyfriend pulls his flushed face from the pillow you can't be disappointed for more than a few seconds, a smile replacing the frown.
His soft eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles back, that big giddy grin that shows literally everything he can give you, just pure happiness that you can't help but replicate. 
"You ok? Sorry… got a bit rough on you there, I know that's not really my 'style'." You feel his warm hand trace your features, thumb wiping the wet trails on your cheeks. "More of Marc's thing, innit?"
"It was perfect, baby, I'm fucking peachy." You giggle softly. You're happy to ignore the ache between your legs, but your boyfriend isn't, noticing how you're still throbbing on him.
"D'you want some help, love?" He asks in the sweetest voice.
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
"I never do." The man pecks your lips before sinking down your body to relieve you of that ache.
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suguru-getos · 8 months
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-> mean streak | kaveh x f!reader smut |
kaveh had been at it for hours. his fingers would languidly rub against your swollen clit, gather your slick from your drenched pussy and keep at it. your chest heaves, you look at your man who’s having fun torturing your body, watching your doe eyes quivering in anticipation and pussy weeping for more.
until… he stops touching. iliciting a moan from you, it is like a protest, you try hard to hump at kaveh’s retreating fingers, watching him slap your edged, needy clit in reprimand when you wiggle away in retreat, painful & pleasured whines echoing in the room. “ssh~ now now, you know what i’ve said about clenching up your thighs sweetie” kaveh mumbles, softly spreading your legs apart again. watching your twitching soppy cunt, fade into stillness.
tears are welling up in your eyes, head shaky and moans breaking when kaveh resumes touching you. it’s so intense you’d almost want to wiggle away from his rhythmic strokes on your perfect clit. the bundle of nerves being loved as you squirm for more. again, you are left humping at kaveh’s fingers and hand for more, desperately chasing your orgasm which has built stagnant.
kaveh presses your pelvis down, stopping any and every possible movement before giving you a stern look from his usually tender, sunshine like demeanor. “no no no- please i’ll be good.” you have retorted into incoherent mumbling & profuse begging. the only goal in your head is to shake against the heavenly tremble of the high you so desperately seek. you’ve been edged to the apex of your orgasm, never letting it overflow.
“why? why do you want to be a good girl?” kaveh sounds almost methodical in his methods of teaching you how to behave. “cus- cus- good girls get to cum.” your body is strained and tired, the sentence coming out as a fleeting lullaby.
“good girl.” kaveh quickly kisses your flaky lips, a result of your heavy panting, to ground his princess.
“cum for me.” the words sent jolts down the soles of your feet and your pelvis hurts from how your overwhelming orgasm takes over. your scream-moans are muffled by kaveh’s gentle kisses. it was until your shaky breaths turned sublime, your sweating body turned relaxed, that kaveh asked, “do you think i was mean enough for ya?”
you nodded, half lidded with pupils gaping through the almost invisible slit in your eye, slowly giving into slumber.
“good, cause it’s nothing for me if my sweet angel doesn’t like it. let go for me, i’ll handle the rest.”
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starlight-sev · 2 months
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Nothing’s Out to Get You (Post War!Snape x Reader)
Just because there’s peace outside now that the war’s over doesn’t mean there’s always peace inside.
Warnings: themes of ptsd and trauma. This is more of a comfort fic for these issues but please be aware these themes are brought up a few times throughout ❤️
A/N: i found this bone-chilling cover of The Bug Collector and my mind wandered. This is what came out of it. Enjoy 💕
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Recovering from the war wasn’t easy.
Perhaps that was why you convinced Severus to move in with you. It was better to heal together than face your demons alone.
You had volunteered to bring him home after he was discharged from St. Mungo’s. You went in, expecting to have to fight your case for hours to get him to agree. To your surprise, as soon as the dreaded question left your lips, Severus nodded. Eagerly, even, which made your heart sink a little. After all, you seemed to be one of the only professors at Hogwarts that still respected him. You were one of the only people who knew the truth.
Harry hadn’t told the wizarding world the truth about Severus yet. You figured it would be a while before his real story came out.
You couldn’t let him fend for himself with the wounds he had. They only discharged him because he was no longer in critical condition, in order to make more room for other wizards that needed healing. Severus still had a long way to go in his own healing process. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something had happened to him while he was living alone, especially after having escaped death so narrowly.
He needed a friend by his side, and although you didn’t want to admit it openly, you did too.
You didn’t escape the war unharmed, either. A near miss with a Death Eater’s curse resulted in a steady tremble of your right hand. The nerves had been damaged, and no healer had been able to find a remedy strong enough to stop the trembling for good. Sometimes the shooting pain would be strong enough to wake you from your sleep, but you were beginning to manage. It was the only choice you had, really.
It had only been two months since the battle at Hogwarts, yet it felt as though you had aged fifteen years. With Severus being at your home, it made the days slightly more bearable.
The two of you existed as shadows in your home, orbiting each other in almost complete silence for most of the day. It was a stark contrast to how both of you behaved together at Hogwarts, often meeting on Friday nights to share a pot of tea and complain about that week’s troublemakers. You were the only one who could coax a smile out of Severus Snape.
Now, you couldn’t remember the last time either of you had smiled.
There’s a centipede, naked in your bedroom.
And you swear to god, the fucker’s out to get you.
You can still remember the way your blood ran cold the first time it happened.
Severus had been sleeping on your couch while you were in the process of cleaning out your office to turn into his new room. You woke in the middle of the night to a muffled sound. At first you thought it was a stray cat outside, but after a moment of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you heard it again.
It was a scream, loud enough to travel down the hall and through the closed door of your bedroom clearly.
Severus.
You threw the covers off, wincing as the abrupt motion sent a tiny shockwave through your hand. Throwing open your door, you raced down the hall to the living room. Your heart pounded as you fumbled for the small lamp by the coffee table, and you tried your best to ignore the images that played through your mind of that night you found Severus in the Shrieking Shack.
Severus lay curled up on your couch, his hands tightened into fists as he clutched the blanket around him. He was whimpering loudly, and from the dull light of the lamp, you could see he was sweating profusely. Your heart relaxed only slightly as you cast a worried glance to the bandages on his neck but luckily found them clean.
“Hey,” you whispered cautiously, kneeling down and resting your hands against the seat of the couch. “Sev. Wake up.”
You reached to touch him, but then froze, your trembling hand inches from his shoulder. You didn’t want to startle him awake and accidentally hurt him in the process.
“Severus,” you repeated, a little louder this time. “Wake up. Wake up!”
You tried your best to ignore how your voice trembles as it caught in your throat.
Severus woke with a gasp. His dark eyes shot open, but they were distant, foggy almost. He was still too far lost in his nightmare to focus on you.
You took a chance, inching forward to check if he was okay. As your hand touched his own, he hissed sharply and drew back, trembling despite the warmth radiating through your home.
“It’s me,” you managed to squeak out. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
Severus finally seemed to notice you sitting there at the edge of the couch. His gaze swept over you and you watched as he frowned, as if he was trying to remember where he was.
“You’re in my home,” you continued. “You… I heard you screaming. You were having a nightmare.”
His eyes widened, and before you could stop him, he reached up to touch his bandages in the exact spot where Nagini had attacked. Panic filled his eyes for a brief moment, then confusion. You reached forward and grabbed his wrist tightly, gently easing his hand back down to his lap.
“God…” Severus muttered, passing his free hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I…”
A muffled sob escaped him as he kept his hand pressed over his eyes. Without thinking twice, you leaned forward and drew him into you. You held him tightly, despite the pain that shot through your hand as you did so.
“You’re safe now,” you whispered. “Nothing can hurt you now. You’re awake. You’re safe.”
You felt your heart crack as Severus rested his forehead against your shoulder.
“I-I’m here.” You said slowly. You reached up to caress his hair softly, feeling tears of your own fill your eyes as Severus sobbed, clutching you desperately as if you’d disappear.
You never thought you’d see the stoic and unshakable man you’d worked with for so many years fall apart in your arms this way.
Then again, you never imagined any of this would ever happen.
After that night, the two of you agreed to sleep in the same room together. And then, when that still wasn’t enough, in the same bed. It seemed to be the only way that both of you could fall asleep and leave behind the lingering memories and fear of the war.
There’s a praying mantis, prancing on your bathtub.
And you swear he’s a priest from a past life, come to get you.
The second time the war came back to haunt your home, it came after you.
You were in the kitchen drying dishes. A storm raged outside, but it didn’t bother you. You had grown to like the sound of thunder over the years you spent teaching at Hogwarts.
The day had been calm. Severus spent the morning sitting with you at your small wooden dining table and, for the first time in god knew how long, the two of you had actually laughed together over breakfast.
As you reached for a teacup to dry and put away, you heard a slight shuffle as Severus walked over to your bookshelf. You could just barely see him from the doorway as he peered at all the books you had crammed onto the shelf.
“You’ve finished Pride and Prejudice already?” You called out with a smile.
“Yes.” He replied matter-of-factly from the other room. “You’d better have more Austen on your shelf or I’m coming for your head.”
You giggled as you set the teacup back in the cabinet and reached for the second one.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never read her work before. Sense and Sensibility is on the bottom shelf, right side.”
“There is a god.” You laughed at Severus’ response. “Thank you.”
Before you could call out a reply, there was a flash outside your window.
That’s when time stopped.
You were no longer in your kitchen, but back there. In the courtyard of Hogwarts, running to catch up to Harry and his two friends as you raced against time to get to the Shrieking Shack. You looked to your right just as a bright flash of red shot your way. Then a fire in your hand.
“Y/N!”
The burning feeling in your right hand. It was all you could think about. The flash you saw. They were back. Coming for you. Ending it for good this time-
“Y/N, look at me.”
You heard someone crying. Was it Hermione? You were supposed to protect them, Harry and his friends. Did you fail?
“Y/N, come on!
Firm hands grasped either side of your face, snapping you back into reality. Severus stared at you with a strange combination of fright and determination.
“They’re back,” you gasped, wincing as Severus dug his fingertips into your shoulders tighter than you expected, an attempt to bring you out of your memories. “I-”
“It was lightning,” Severus replied quietly, resting one hand over your trembling one. You whimpered as you remembered the pain that shot through it that night the moment the curse hit you. “No one is outside. It was lighting, Y/N. It was the storm.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, but that only made the memories come back stronger. You opened your eyes again, your gaze landing on the shattered teacup that lay inches away from where you sat.
Severus guided your chin up until your eyes met his again.
“Stay like this,” he commanded softly. “Eyes on me. Breathe.”
He took a deep breath, and motioned for you to follow. You couldn’t stop shaking.
“It’s still there,” you whispered in defeat. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
Severus nodded his understanding as he caressed your cheek comfortingly. His features creased into a worried frown as he watched you try to catch your breath.
“Look at me, Y/N. Eyes on me, not the floor.”
You had to fight to tear your eyes away from the teacup. Severus smiled softly as your eyes met his once more.
“Good. Stay with me. You’re safe.”
I try my best…
…to prove that nothing’s out to get you.
The days turned to weeks, and then into months. Before you knew it, it had been a year since Severus had moved in with you.
You never believed people who said everything would heal with time, and a part of you still didn’t, but there were small things that had you thinking… perhaps there was an element of truth to that saying.
You saw it from time to time - moments of healing. It was in the way Severus placed a warm hand on your back as he passed behind you in your narrow kitchen. In the shared glances and gentle smiles the two of you exchanged over dinner. In the embraces you two gave each other before bed, which, as the months went on, turned into passionate kisses in the middle of the night.
Perhaps the fact that you and Severus had become lovers over the last few months contributed to why time felt increasingly gentle as it passed. Sure, there were still moments when you’d both be pulled right back into the war, but it happened less frequently. The painful, sharp edges of those memories had finally begun to dull.
You stood in the kitchen, slowly slicing strawberries as you watched the first few rays of sunrise begin to filter through the window. As you placed the slices into a bowl and reached for another berry, you felt a pair of arms gently circle around your waist.
“It’s not like you to be up early,” Severus grumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear. “Come back. Your side of the bed is too cold.”
“You weren’t supposed to be awake yet,” you replied with a laugh, turning your head just enough to kiss his nose. “I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed.”
“Mmm.” Severus began kissing your neck softly. “Sounds nice. I’d much rather have you in bed, though.”
You laughed and swatted at his arm as you resumed slicing strawberries.
Severus watched your motions in silence for a few moments, before his hand trailed back up your waist, across your arm, until his fingers rested over your right hand. You set your knife down and watched as Severus laced his fingers through your trembling ones.
“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly, stroking your thumb softly with his own. You shook your head.
“Not nearly as much as before. Sometimes I’ll still wake up in the night if I’m not careful and sleep on it funny… but it’s okay.”
“You should tell me when it hurts,” Severus murmured, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been testing ingredients for various pain tonics, I think I might be close to finding a cure for your hand.”
You smiled at his statement. “It’s okay, really. The healers at St. Mungo’s said there’s nothing they can do. It’s permanent nerve damage.”
“Not if I can help it. There’s a cure for it until I know for certain I’ve tried everything I can.” Severus grumbled, his grip on your waist tightening. “Everyone at St. Mungo’s is a dunderhead. They discharged me when they knew I was no longer on the brink of death.”
You turned around, frowning at Severus disapprovingly. He sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face before kissing your forehead gently.
“Sorry. But you know it’s true. You did more to help me heal than they ever did.”
You nodded slowly, reaching your trembling fingers up to the scar on his neck. Your fingers hovered a few inches away, hesitant to touch the wound that had nearly claimed his life.
“It’s alright,” Severus reassured you. Your worried gaze met his warm, dark eyes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
He placed his hand over your own, and the firm pressure of the palm of his hand against the back of your own stilled the trembling for a few moments. He slowly pushed your hand forward until it rested gently against his scar.
“It really doesn’t hurt?” You asked doubtfully.
“Sometimes,” Severus began softly, a memory tugging his gaze far away from you for a moment. “It feels strange. As if I’m remembering the pain but not experiencing it. It’s dull. Far away. But it’s nothing compared to the pain I felt when I first came home with you.”
You looked up and met Severus’s gaze, and you gave him a tiny smile.
“Thanks for coming home with me.” You whispered. That earned a frown from him.
“You say that as if I did you a favour.” He replied.
“You did, in a way. I don’t think I’d have been able to survive all this without you.”
In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, barely there, until you reached up and pulled him closer to you. His grip tightened on your waist and you nearly melted as the kiss grew more and more passionate. You reached your hands up to caress his face, but then broke away, cursing silently as your hand began trembling more than usual.
“Sorry,” you whispered. “It’s hard to control sometimes.”
Severus shook his head and kissed your palm, before leaning in to kiss you once more.
“You’re alright.”
You nodded. This time, you believed him.
“I know. You are too.”
Severus gazed at you understandingly. He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few extra moments, before pulling you into a protective embrace.
“We both are.”
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Could I request a Steph Catley one where reader is the one who finally puts an end to that never ending penalty shootout and she scores the winning goal? And Steph is just so so proud of her girl? Thank you!
this game has you stressed- like, gripping your seat, sweating profusely, and feeling about two seconds away from passing away.
the blanket you once had on to battle the cold weather thrown haphazardly away as you get hotter and your adrenalin runs rampant.
tony squats in front if you and blocks the view of the field.
"im sending you on in a bit get ready."
you jump up without another word, and start to warm up along the length of the field- not taking your eyes off the game.
finally, your opportunity to come arrives and you hug raso as you jog onto the pitch in her place.
you give it you all the rest of the game and when the whistle blows in extra time and the score nil - nil you try to calm your breathing.
penaltys
you watch goals go in for both france and australia- you watch both macca and the french keeper save goals.
and you watch watch the tie hold itself steady for so long.
"fuck yes macca!"
you scream, as she saves frances chance to take it.
and you watch as the ref urges one of you to step up to take the next one.
steph pulls everyone in for a quick chat and without thinking you butt in before she can speak.
"i'll do it."
"what?"
"let me do it."
"okay."
you set off without a thought- nerves building. the crowd sounds about fifteen times louder as you set the ball down.
and step back- one, two, three, four.
you take a deep breath- shoulders relaxing, you drown out the sounds in the stadium and focus on the ball.
you run up, and watch the ball soar through the air before the sound of it hitting the back of the net- and the uproar of the crowd breaks out.
you take off running, screaming and jumping in the air- and the first person to get to you is steph.
she holds your face in her hands- tears in her eyes. the girls jump on both of you and you wince when ellie screams in your ear that macca is coming to join.
"im so, so proud of you."
steph kisses you softly hidden in the middle of the huddle- and you kiss her back.
"couldn't do it without you."
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"The 200+ Symptoms of Fibromyalgia"
(Note: Some symptoms may overlap)
GENERAL
1. Activity level decreased to less than 50% of pre-illness activity level
2. Cold hands and feet (extremities)
3. Cough
4. Craving carbohydrates
5. Delayed reaction to physical activity or stressful events
6. Dryness of eyes and/or mouth
7. Edema (Oedema)
8. Family member(s) with Fibromyalgia
9. Fatigue, made worse by physical exertion or stress
10. Feeling cold often
11. Feeling hot often
12. Frequent sighing
13. Heart palpitations
14. Hoarseness
15. Hypoglycemia (blood sugar falls or low)
16. Increased thirst
17. Low blood pressure (below 110/70)
18. Low body temperature (below 97.6)
19. Low-grade fevers
20. Night sweats
21. Noisy joints – with or without pain
22. Poor circulation in hands/feet
23. Profuse sweating
24. Recurrent flu-like illness
25. Shortness of breath with little or no exertion
26. Severe nasal allergies (new or worsening allergies)
27. Sore throat
28. Subjective swelling of extremities – (feels swollen Bu can’t find anything)
29. Sweats
30. Symptoms worsened by air travel
31. Symptoms worsened by stress
32. Symptoms worsened by temperature changes
33. Tender or swollen lymph nodes, especially in neck and underarms
34. Tremor or trembling
35. Unexplained weight gain or loss
PAIN
36. Abdominal wall pain
37. Bad hip pain
38. Burning Nerve Pain
39. Chest pain
40. Collarbone pain
41. Diffuse swelling
42. Elbow pain
43. Exacerbated Plantar arch or heel pain
44. “Growing” pains that don’t go away once you are done growing
45. Headache – tension or migraine
46. Inflamed Rib Cartilage
47. Joint pain
48. Lumpy, tender breasts
49. Morning stiffness
50. Muscle pain - widespread
51. Muscle spasms
52. Muscle twitching
53. Muscle weakness
54. Pain that ranges from moderate to severe
55. Pain that moves around the body
56. Paralysis or severe weakness of an arm or leg
57. Restless Leg Syndrome
58. Rib Pain
59. Scalp Pain (like hair being pulled out)
60. Sciatica-like pain
61. Tender points or trigger points
62. TMJ syndrome
63. “Voodoo Doll” Poking Sensation in random places
NEUROLOGICAL
64. Blackouts
65. Brain fog
66. Carpal Tunnel
67. Feeling spaced out
68. Hallucinating smells
69. Inability to think clearly
70. Lightheadedness
71. Noise intolerance
72. Numbness or tingling sensations
73. Photophobia (sensitivity to light)
74. Seizures
75. Seizure-like episodes
76. Sensation that you might faint
77. Syncope (fainting)
78. Tinnitus (ringing in one or both ears)
79. Vertigo or dizziness
EQUILIBRIUM/PERCEPTION
80. Bumping into things
81. Clumsy Walking
82. Difficulty balancing
83. Difficulty judging distances (when driving, etc.)
84. Directional disorientation
85. Dropping things frequently
86. Feeling spatially disoriented
87. Frequent tripping or stumbling
88. Not seeing what you’re looking at
89. Poor balance and coordination
90. Staggering gait
SLEEP
91. Alertness/energy best late at night
92. Altered sleep/wake schedule
93. Awakening frequently
94. Difficulty falling asleep
95. Difficulty staying asleep
96. Excessive sleeping
97. Extreme alertness or energy levels late at night
98. Falling asleep at random and sometimes dangerous moments
99. Fatigue
100. Light or broken sleep pattern
101. Muscle spasms/twitches at night
102. Narcolepsy
103. Sleep disturbances
104. Sleep starts or falling sensations
105. Teeth grinding - "Bruxism"
106. Tossing and turning
107. Un-refreshing or non-restorative sleep
108. Vivid or disturbing dreams/nightmares
EYES/VISION
109. Blind spots in vision
110. Eye pain
111. Difficulty switching focus from one thing to another
112. Frequent changes in ability to see well
113. Night driving difficulty
114. Occasional Blurry vision
115. Poor night vision
116. Rapidly worsening vision
117. Vision changes
COGNITIVE
118. Becoming lost in familiar locations when driving
119. Confusion
120. Difficulty expressing ideas in words
121. Difficulty following conversation (especially if background noise present)
122. Difficulty following directions while driving
123. Difficulty following oral instructions
124. Difficulty following written instructions
125. Difficulty making decisions
126. Difficulty moving your mouth to speak
127. Difficulty paying attention
128. Difficulty putting ideas together to form a complete picture
129. Difficulty putting tasks or things in proper sequence
130. Difficulty recognizing faces
131. Difficulty speaking known words
132. Difficulty remembering names of objects
133. Difficulty remembering names of people
134. Difficulty understanding what you read
135. Difficulty with long-term memory
136. Difficulty with simple calculations
137. Difficulty with short-term memory
138. Easily distracted during a task
139. Dyslexia-type symptoms occasionally
140. Feeling too disoriented to drive
141. Forgetting how to do routine things
142. Impaired ability to concentrate
143. Inability to recognize familiar surroundings
144. Losing track in the middle of a task (remembering what to do next)
145. Losing your train of thought in the middle of a sentence
146. Loss of ability to distinguish some colors
147. Poor judgment
148. Short term memory impairment
149. Slowed speech
150. Staring into space trying to think
151. Stuttering; stammering
152. Switching left and right
153. Transposition (reversal) of numbers, words and/or letters when you speak
154. Transposition (reversal) of numbers, words and/or letters when you write
155. Trouble concentrating
156. Using the wrong word
157. Word-finding difficulty
EMOTIONAL
158. Abrupt and/or unpredictable mood swings
159. Anger outbursts
160. Anxiety or fear when there is no obvious cause
161. Attacks of uncontrollable rage
162. Decreased appetite
163. Depressed mood
164. Feeling helpless and/or hopeless
165. Fear of someone knocking on the door
166. Fear of telephone ringing
167. Feeling worthless
168. Frequent crying
169. Heightened awareness – of symptoms
170. Inability to enjoy previously enjoyed activities
171. Irrational fears
172. Irritability
173. Overreaction
174. Panic attacks
175. Personality changes –usually a worsening of pervious condition
176. Phobias
177. Suicide attempts
178. Suicidal thoughts
179. Tendency to cry easily
GASTROINTESTINAL
180. Abdominal cramps
181. Bloating
182. Decreased appetite
183. Food cravings
184. Frequent constipation
185. Frequent diarrhea
186. Gerd-like Symptoms
187. Heartburn
188. Increased appetite
189. Intestinal gas
190. Irritable bladder - "Angry Bladder Syndrome"
191. Irritable bowel syndrome - IBS-C, IBS-D
192. Nausea
193. Regurgitation
194. Stomachache
195. Vomiting
196. Weight gain - unexplained
197. Weight loss - unexplained
UROGENITAL
198. Decreased libido (sex drive)
199. Endometriosis
200. Frequent urination
201. Impotence
202. Menstrual problems
203. Painful urination or bladder pain - "Interstitial Cystitis"
204. Pelvic pain
205. Prostate pain
206. Worsening of (or severe) premenstrual syndrome (PMS or PMDD)
SENSITIVITIES
207. Alcohol intolerance
208. Allodynia (hypersensitive to touch)
209. Alteration of taste, smell, and/or hearing
210. Sensitivity to chemicals in cleaning products, perfumes, etc.
211. Sensitivities to foods
212. Sensitivity to light
213. Sensitivity to mold
214. Sensitivity to noise
215. Sensitivity to odors
216. Sensitivity to yeast (getting yeast infections frequently on skin, etc.)
217. Sensory overload
218. Sensitivity to pressure & humidity changes
219. Sensitivity to extreme temperature changes
220. Vulvodynia
SKIN
221. Able to “write” on skin with finger
222. Bruising easily
223. Bumps and lumps
224. Eczema or psoriasis
225. Hot/dry skin
226. Ingrown hairs
227. Itchy/Irritable skin
228. Mottled skin
229. Rashes or sores
230. Scarring easily
231. Sensitivity to the sun
232. Skin suddenly turns bright red
CARDIOVASCULAR (Heart)
233. “Click-murmur” sounds through stethoscope
234. Fluttery heartbeat
235. Heart palpitations
236. Irregular heartbeat
237. Loud pulse in ear
238. Pain that mimics heart attack - "Costochondritis"
239. Rapid heartbeat
HAIR/NAILS
240. Dull, listless hair
241. Heavy and splitting cuticles
242. Irritated nail beds
243. Nails that curve under
244. Pronounced nail ridges
245. Temporary hair loss
OTHER
246. Canker sores
247. Dental problems
248. Disk Degeneration
​249. Hemorrhoids
250. Nose bleeds
251. Periodontal (gum) disease
252. Need for early hysterectomy
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As If Destiny (part three)🌹
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Part Two 🌹🌹
Summary: You've always been kind hearted yet admirably defiant. Or that is at least one of the ways Coriolanus Snow would describe you. Ever since grade school, you have always been on the same level as him in academics and one of his few competitors for the Plinth Prize. But as tragedy struck your family, Coriolanus thought you would fall away from his life, but instead, you got even more intertwined (not to mention the complicated past knots tying your families together).
Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!
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what is happening. why am i doing this. why am i doing this. Coriolanus couldn't stop the parade of panicked thoughts going through his head. Each step he took was possibly another step closer to the ruin of his name and family for good. But you wouldn't tell anyone. No you wouldn't. You wouldn't right?
You weren't really in the best of states before they made it to your home, but now you seemed far to awake for his preference. If you were still in your slightly delusional state, you may not notice the cracks in his walls, the mold seeping through the ceilings, and the ever permanent stench of poverty.
You and Coriolanus have long let go hands as he let go once the realization that he was taking you to his rugged home. His hand began profusely sweating and he began walking at an increased pace due to his nerves. You were lagging behind, having to run every few meters to catch up to his long strides.
You could tell he was immensely bothered and uncomfortable with the current situation and you simply couldn't take it anymore. "It's okay Coryo, I will be fine. I really appreciate your invitation but there is no need." You say to him in the slightly chilly night air. He turns around at your words and noticed you stopped and are a bit of a ways behind him. He quickly shakes his head in disagreement and sticks his hand you toward you.
You give him a gentle smile paired with a gentle shake of your head and begin to turn around and walk home. Seeing your movement, Snow quickly rushes to your side and puts his hands on your forearms to stop you. "Really it's not that bad, I'm sure that's the worst of it and -" "I said you are coming home with me and I meant it y/n. You need one night of proper sleep." His hands still on your forearms as he turned you around in the direction of the streets leading to the Snow home.
"Will you be able to sleep?" You say quietly, barely audible. He turns to you, his handsome face confused. You take his expression as an invitation to elaborate. "This entire time you haven't said a word and seem paranoid and worried. You are fidgeting and seem to be in a battle with yourself in that head of yours. I don't wish to be a burden to you Coryo or your family. Whatever the reason may be that is worrying you, you don't need to tell me or show me. I'm going home, your gestures of kindness have been enough. You've taken care of me enough for tonight."
He stared at you for a few moments, seeming to gather his thoughts and convert them into words. No, he hasn't taken care of you enough. If he had, you wouldn't be out in the cold at who knows what hour at this point, with deep bags and a hollowed face. He wished to take care of you more now than he wished to keep his wealth (or lack there of) a secret. But then again, Coriolanus Snow couldn't just risk everything for you. He had his family and future to take care of.
But as you were waiting for him to respond, your waves of sleep deprivation hit you as you began swaying, nearly losing your balance. The boy was quick to notice and held you to steady yourself for what felt like the millionth time that night. But he wasn't complaining. He liked the feeling that he was stabilizing you. Protecting you. Saving you. And in that moment, he decided that you were worth the risk.
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The streets were empty as you and the curly blonde haired boy walked in comfortable silence. He had his arm around your waist, in fear of you falling, of course. Or that is what he would say if you objected, which you didn't. You once again were lost in your head but thinking about the moment you were in with Coriolanus made you break the silence.
"It was rebels." If Coryo was willing to trust you with whatever was waiting ahead in his home, you were willing to trust him with the truth about your mother. You felt his eyes on you but you kept your forward as you continued. "My mother's condition. The war destroyed our home so we moved with little money left. It wasn't a very big or lavish apartment but it was enough for me qnd my mom and the few staff we had left. My father was out in the districts, rebuilding his empire and wealth so we didn't see him very much. One day, my mother was moving a few objects around and the floor broke by "accidnet".
The scoff and hollowness of your voice was harshly apparent. "The floor exposed a water well, something we needed as you remember how hard it was to find clean water even years after the dark days. Everyone in the house claimed a miracle. A second one in those days." You stopped your story to gulp back emotion. Coriolanus took note as your eyes became glossy but you pushed the tears back. He wanted to stop your story if it made you uncomfortable but then again, he was trusting you with factors that made him uncomfortable, why shouldn't you do the same?
You continued "She was pregnant. I dont know if it was going to be a boy or girl, it was too early. But because of her state, we all agreed that she would have the water exclusively from the well. How they knew of her pregnancy and infiltratied our home I don't know. But about three weeks of drinking the water, she woke up in pools of blood. One from her mouth as she choked blood up but she didn't care once she saw the blood between her legs. The scream she had that day is what I hear every time she opens her mouth now in pain. That's why I threw myself into that project. I don't care about the Plinth Prize if that's what you were thinking. We all know you deserve it the most."
You wrapped up your story at the same time you both reached his home. He let go of your waist and stepped right infront of you. Both pairs of eyes looked deep into one another's. "I'm so sorry y/n. For everything and for not helping earlier. But maybe it will give you some relief that not all of us are without scars and suffering." He looked up at his once magnificent family home in shame. You followed his eyes and for the first time, took in his home. The place he ate, slept, and lived.
You noticed the deep cracks in the walls, the broken windows, and flickering lights. But even with all that, it brought a small genuine smile to your face. He trusted you. You were going to be in his home. He trusted you to be in his home. You turned your head and met his eyes with a look that made your smile vanish. He seemed upset and slightly harsh, translating to his next words.
"Why are you smiling" oh. He must think that you smiling because you were going to expose him. Once the realization hit you, you were rushing to explain. Mumbling and cutting yourself off, you explained to him that his trust brought the smile to your face. "I would never betray you Coryo. It just feels nice knowing that you trust me, I know there aren't many people on that list." You were right. The only people he truly trusted were in the shambled and barely hanging on apartment above. And you clearly trusted him with explaining the story of your mother.
He began moving towards the door, opening it up for you but you stopped infront of it and turned to him. "I know my words won't mean much and won't replace your situation, but for what it's worth, you have something most of our peers don't. Most of us had to move or renovated our apartments so much they look like a completely different one. You however, have your ancestral home. All the Snow generations have lived in the very place you do and you get to keep the tradition going. I think that's a wealth none of us can reach." You give him a shy smile with the notorious duck of your head and walked in.
He stood there for a little while, stunned. He had never thought of his breaking apartment like that before and your sincerity made his shame dissipate a slight bit. With a satisfied smile, he lead you up to his house.
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A/N: hey guys! Hope you all liked this new part!! I meant to extend into scenes into the apartment but I think I will leave it for part 4 and get this out there sooner. I hope was close enough to Croyos thought process. I know he isn't a great guy but I think in the beginning he wasn't really evil, just morally gray. So I tried to do some sort of balance idk. Anyways I'm just ranting at this point, have a great day loves❤️
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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years
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ARMS OF A STRANGER
Summary: You don’t believe you can ever go back to being “just friends” with Draco.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (fwb!!), Slight Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader
Word count: 4.1kish
Warnings: Idiots in love, crying, arguments, yelling, let me know??
A/N: hi!!!! It’s finally done! Well, part 3!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I appreciate all the love I’ve gotten to the last 2 parts. I’m overjoyed, honestly. I’m so happy to see all of you loving this series as much as I love writing it. 🫶🏻 please read the first two parts before this one!! (linked below) Song inspiration for this one “Arms of a stranger” by Niall Horan!
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You look around Cedric’s room, your palms are sweating, and your heart feels as if it might burst in your chest. 
Cedric is going around the room, tidying up as he profusely apologizes for the mess, but honestly there is none. He goes to the corner of one side and starts playing a record on his record player. 
You try not to snicker when the soft, romantic music starts playing slowly. It’s a song you had never heard before, but it was nice. He was trying to be romantic. 
You start biting the skin around your nails in anticipation of what is going to happen. You walk around the room to try and calm your nerves. You let your hands wander on the different little items he has sprawled around. 
You take into account that the room has a lot of windows, white curtains covering the night sky, bright lights fill the space, and it makes you feel hot. 
But not in a good way. You feel almost uncomfortable. You feel like you don’t belong here. 
Almost. 
You start feeling itchy underneath your cardigan. The alcohol in your veins is keeping you warm, but making you feel incredibly hot underneath these lights.
You move to the one side of the room that does spark your interest. He has bookshelves that line the entire wall. Different titles, different genres, and still you can’t allow yourself to even pick one up. 
You hang your bag on the coat rack next to his Hufflepuff colored scarf and take off your cardigan as well. Your arms feel bare as you turn to look at Cedric. 
He’s already looking at you with a small smile on your face. He laughs in embarrassment as he tries to cover his face by looking down. 
You smile as you let out a shaky laugh as well. You stand next to Cedric’s bed, your fingertips touch the sheets slightly, and you feel Cedric move towards you. 
Your breathing starts to hitch as you feel his cold hands touch your bare arms. You shiver slightly and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. 
He looks nervous. His hands move from your arms and slide down to hold your waist. 
“Is this okay?” He whispers as he tilts his head down towards you. 
Is it okay? You ask yourself. 
You find yourself nodding yes. 
“Merlin, I’m so nervous.” Cedric whispers as he starts leaning down, his forehead touches yours, and you lick your lips. 
“Why?” 
“Because it’s you,” he admits.
You raise an eyebrow in confusion, you start to open your mouth to say something, but then you feel Cedric’s mouth on yours. 
He catches your lips in his in a hard and needy kiss. It catches you by surprise, but your eyes flutter shut and you start to reciprocate the kiss. 
You taste the alcohol on his tongue, his lips feel awkward on yours, you're not used to these lips, your mind feels cloudy, but you don’t pull away. 
Instead you wrap your arms around his neck, both his arms wrap around your waist which pull you as close to him as possible, and the kiss feels hungry now. 
“Holy shit,” he moans against your mouth when you grind your hips against his, already feeling the hard dent in his pants, and he grabs your waist tightly. 
You bit your bottom lip. Images of Draco fill your mind as you try to shove them away, you pull Cedric back into your space and back to your mouth. 
You tug at Cedric’s sweater, he gets what your insinuation, and tugs it off in one swift motion.
You shove him against the bed and you both tumble into it. He grips you to him, without breaking the kiss, you’re now on top of him, and his hands move underneath your shirt. 
His hands touch the bare skin underneath your shirt and you try to shut the screaming voice in your head saying “this isn’t right, this isn’t Draco!” 
You groan into his mouth because of the thoughts, but Cedric believes it’s a moan and he moans back into your mouth. He pulls away, open mouth, kisses your neck, sucks on it, and you tilt your head back. You look up at the roof of the room into the blinding lights. Your eyes feel dry and your body feels disconnected from your brain. 
Is this really happening? 
His lips feel weird on your body. 
You’re just not used to this, you tell yourself. 
You tell yourself you're overthinking it and that you want this. You really want this. 
You run your hands through Cedric’s hair and he tugs off your shirt revealing your chest, your panting as you look down at your bra covered breasts, and Cedric hums in content. He’s about to unhook your bra when you both jump at the sudden banging on his door. 
You gasp at the loud pounding, Cedric mutters a few curse words, and you almost pass out when you hear Draco’s voice yelling your name from outside the door. 
No fucking way. 
Cedric gives you a bewildered look as he rushes off the bed, you look around quickly for your shirt to cover yourself, you can’t see where Cedric threw it, and you rush underneath the silk yellow sheet. You tug the sheets over your almost naked body. 
Cedric pulls open the door and you see Draco’s eyes flying everywhere. His face falls and pales when he sees you.
His mouth parts open in shock, his eyes never leave yours, and you’re filled with rage. 
And curiosity. What is he doing here? 
“What the fuck, Malfoy?!” Cedric yells at him, he’s still panting as he fixes his hair, and waits for Draco’s response. 
You stare at Draco as you wait for him to say something. Draco’s eyes scan you and you can see him seething with rage. 
“She’s drunk. You’re taking advantage of her,” Draco spats at Cedric as he shoves him aside, Cedric’s body hits the door with a thump, and Draco is searching for something. 
“What are you doing?! He’s not taking advantage of me!” You yell at him, your voice slurring a bit, and you stumble to stand up. 
Draco in a haste slips on your shirt back onto you, tugging your cardigan on, and he already has your bag in his hand. 
You feel fuzzy with his fast movements as you stare at him, you let him move you around, and you wonder if you’re really this fucked up. 
Cedric stumbles towards you, his hand wraps around your wrist, and he looks at you with concern. “Are you leaving?”
“I-I..” you start to say as Draco pulls you underneath his arms. 
“Let go of her, Diggory. You can speak to her tomorrow when she’s sober and not under the influence.” 
Cedric unwraps his hand from your wrist and before you know it, you're out of his room and walking back to the Slytherin dungeons. Draco is walking quietly. His hand is wrapped around your wrist and it’s not rough. His fingers cover your wrist whole, they’re warm and soft against your skin. It doesn’t feel wrong. 
Everything feels right. You curse yourself silently because why does everything have to feel right with Draco? You wish it felt wrong. 
Draco says the password for the common room, he slips you both inside, and it’s eerily quiet inside.  Everyone must be asleep already. You don’t even know what time it is anymore. 
He slips down the stairs and he stops at the door of your room. 
He whispers your password to the painting he had bribed to protect your door and pulls you into it. He sets your bag down onto your dresser drawer and you look around your room. 
Everything is the same as you had left it, you hadn’t slept here in you don’t know how long, you hadn’t slept without Draco by your side in even longer. 
Your lip trembles as you realize what’s going on. 
What you’ve done. 
You feel dirty as you toss your cardigan to the floor. You’re about to peel off your shirt when Draco stops you. 
You can’t look up at him. 
You stay staring down when his smell fills your senses and you feel warmth spread through you. 
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 
You fur your eyebrows together and look up at him. 
“Of course not! He- he didn’t take advantage of me, Draco. I wanted it to happen. I… I want to move on from you,” you let yourself say what you can’t say when you’re sober. 
Draco’s face falls and his eyes clenched shut. 
“You… you wanted to sleep with him?” Draco’s voice cracks with the question, his eyes staring at you now, and they show nothing but sadness. 
You nod as you pull away from him. “I… I think so.”  
Draco takes in a shaky breath. It feels as if the air in the room has thinned out. Draco feels as if he can’t breathe in suddenly. His chest hurts as he looks at you. 
“Okay,” Draco says as he steps back from you. His knuckles knock on the dresser, he’s nodding at himself as if he’s trying to convince himself of something, and he pops his lips in thought. His lips relax into a quiver that he stops quickly before you can take notice. Because you notice everything he does. 
But your mind is somewhere else tonight. 
With someone else. 
“Okay,” he says again. 
You stand there, watching him, your heart breaking once again, he takes one last look at you, his eyes taking in every inch of you. His eyes stop on yours once more before he turns on his heel and walks out of your room. 
You’re left in the emptiness of the four walls around you, the empty bed that you haven’t touched in months, and the beating of your racing heart is loud in your ears. Your face feels flushed and sweaty. 
Your mind is still fuzzy as you try to think back about the events that happened tonight. You sniff as you start to undress yourself while walking to your lavatory. Thankfully, you were blessed to have an empty room. Only because Draco pulled strings for you. Like he always did. 
You stumble on your feet as you throw your clothes around you, warm tears are slowly falling down your cheeks, and you suddenly feel a rush of disgust fill your bones. 
You stop in front of your mirror to take yourself in. Your hair is devilish, your skin is bruised in certain areas by foreign lips, and your chest is huffing up and down as you claw off your remaining clothes. 
You turn on the water of the shower to blazing hot. All you want is to wash Cedric’s touch off of you. 
The next few steps turn into a blur in your mind as you let the water burn you while you scrub your skin red hastily. You couldn’t stop crying because of what you did. The images of Cedric kissing you burned in your mind. 
The images of his fingers and mouth touching you kept replaying no matter what you did. 
You banged on the shower walls with a yell, gripping your wet locks, and tugging them. Begging your mind to stop these racing thoughts and images. You fall to the shower floor as you hug your knees to your chest. 
Your drunken state is long gone now and Draco is the only thing on your mind now. You begged your heart to not love him. You wanted to stop loving him right now. You needed to stop loving him. He didn’t love you. He has never loved you. You had no idea why he had stopped whatever was going to happen with Cedric. That was all a blur in your mind as well. 
A deep part of you was grateful he had stopped you. You knew you would have come to regret it in the morning. 
You knew you had given Cedric consent for what happened in that room and for what was going to happen. But you know that the only reason you were in that room in the first place was in spite of Draco. 
“You’re so fucking stupid,” you mumble to yourself as the water soon starts turning cold above you.
You shut off the water as you proceed to wrap your body in a towel. You dry your face, careful with your puffy eyes, and stand in front of your bed. 
You stare at it with a hollowness inside of you. You can’t remember the last time you slept here alone. You’ve napped her before between classes, sometimes, but you don’t think you’ve slept here at all this semester. 
You always slept in Draco’s room. Next to him. Every single night since the first day of term. 
You touch the cold sheets, which aren’t as soft or smooth as his sheets, but they’re going to have to make do. You pull on an oversized sweater and panties, not bothering to dry your hair, and you stuff yourself into the cold sheets of your empty bed. 
The emptiness around you is suffocating. You usually end your nights post-orgasm, your limbs feeling heavy, but your mind feeling light with a big smile on your face. You would cuddle into Draco’s warm skin and fall asleep as you both talked nonsense to each other. You swear you’d fall asleep with a laugh on your lips. 
Your lips quiver slightly as you feel yourself crumbling once again. You close your eyes shut, turning to your side, and you stare at the darkness around you. 
You wish you were in Draco’s bed right now. 
Not having sex. But just with him. 
You didn’t care about the sex. You cared about him. In the middle of everything going on, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that by Draco not loving you back… you wouldn’t just be losing your lover… you’d also be losing your very best friend. 
Your twin flame. Your soulmate. Your everything. 
You groan into the pillow as you beg your mind to shut off with these thoughts. You don’t think you can handle anymore of it. You curse yourself for falling asleep with the images of light grey eyes and a smile on pink tinted lips. 
You woke up the next morning with a killer headache, a dry mouth aching for a glass of ice cold water, and a sense of emptiness around you. 
You rubbed your eyes as your arm on instinct reached out to your side for Draco. You paused with a cold chill when you realized you were alone. You quickly sat up on your bed, pulling the sheet over your body, and looked around the room for him. 
Your breathing hitched when the memories of last night flooded your mind. 
You gasped loudly, covering your mouth with your hands, “No!” 
You close your eyes as you replay the events of yesterday and last night. 
“No… nononono,” you mumble to yourself as you jump out of bed to look into the lavatory to see if Draco was there. 
Empty. 
You slap yourself on the forehead, groaning, and cursing lowly. You couldn’t believe what had happened last night, but you felt so upset with yourself and with Draco. After that argument you had with him before the three broomsticks and what happened after. 
You didn’t want to see him. You felt hurt by him and his actions. But were you any different? By being upset at Draco and jumping into bed with Cedric? But Draco couldn’t reciprocate your feelings… 
Your eyebrows scrunch together as you ponder what you should do as you continue getting ready for breakfast. 
You pull your robes over your school uniform, wand stuffed into the holder you were wearing on your thigh, and you slowly braid your hair. You place a green butterfly clip to the back of it to keep it in place neatly. Your eyes are still puffy and you decide to apply a little bit of makeup to make yourself feel a little bit better. 
Once you feel more presentable, you stuff your books into one of your book bags and hook it over your shoulder. You take a glance around your room to make sure you’re not forgetting anything and start making your way to the Great Hall. 
You hold your bag tightly against your body, trying not to make eye contact with anybody, you feel afraid that someone might know the events of last night, but you know Draco wouldn’t say anything to anybody. Ever. 
Cedric… you weren’t too sure.
You pause outside the open double doors of the Great Hall, gulping down the dryness in your throat, and you glance in to see the hall is already filled. 
Draco is sitting at his usual spot, the seat next to him empty as always, your seat, and you hesitate even entering the hall anymore. 
Where were you supposed to sit now? 
 You tilt your chin up, let out a deep shaky breath, and make your way towards the Slytherin table. 
 Draco senses you and you can see his head snap towards you as you walk past him, avoiding his eyes, and make it down to the end of the table. You sit down at an empty seat. Alone. 
 You can hear the whispers begin around you. Everybody was whispering about why you were sitting by yourself and not next to Draco Malfoy. 
 You ignore the hushed whispers saying your name. You distract yourself by eating toast with strawberry jam, drinking a cup of iced cold water, and reading the next chapter for Charms class. 
You feel his presence next to you before you even see him. 
You don’t look at him. Instead you pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice and start to sip on it. While you're pulling your hand back to your side, Draco slips his fingers around your wrist and gently pulls your hand towards him. 
You stiffen up. 
“Y/N,” he whispers softly. 
You bite the inside of your lip as you let your book close, you look down at your lap, and you slowly turn your body towards him. You keep your head down. Now you’re looking at his thighs which are covered in black slacks.
God, you love his thighs. 
His grip doesn’t falter on your wrist, but you don’t fight him on it. You’re basically limp next to him. 
“Please look at me.”
You raise your head slightly to look at him from underneath your eyelashes. His face is filled with worry. You quickly look back down, you try not not to get a good look at him. 
“Are you alright?” 
You pout at the question, lashes fluttering against your skin, you shake your head slightly, and pull your wrist away from him. You tuck your hands underneath your robes and turn your body away from him again. 
“You should leave,” you say. Your voice feels unknown to you. You sound cold and far away. You don’t sound like yourself. 
“Wh…What?” 
“I don’t want to see you,” you state as you shove your book back into your bag and start to stand up. Draco follows your every movement, his eyes are racing over your face to try and see if you’re joking, and he fishes for words. 
“Why did you stop me last night?” You ask, glancing at him quickly as he stands up to tower over you.
His mouth parts, eyebrows furring down. “I…”
“You what, Draco?” You whisper lowly at him, trying to avoid the ears of those lingering to hear. 
He licks his lips, looking away from you for a moment, and then back to meet your eyes. 
Once again, here you are pleading for him to say something. 
“I… I don’t know.”
“Wow,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him, shoving him with your shoulder, and proceeding to storm out of the Great Hall. 
You’re already almost to potions class when you get pulled out to the empty corridor. “What the-“ you begin to yell when you see who it is. 
“What do you want?” You ask frowning at him, finally taking a good look at him. 
Draco's expression is cheerless, the corners of his lips are turned down, his eyes are blank, and he looks like he didn’t get much sleep last night. Just like you. 
“Are we- Can we- I… I just…” Draco’s words fall away while you both continue to stare at each other. You look to your side and you feel your frown get deeper when you see the peach tree. Your heart tugs at the images that flood your mind, you look away from the tree and cross your arms over your chest. 
“I think… I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore.”
Draco’s jaw drops at your words, his face falls in anguish. 
“What are you saying?” He winces out, his hands slithering in between your crossed arms, his hands around your wrists, his thumbs automatically rubbing against your skin. “Please don’t do this,” he begs. 
“It’s what’s best for us right now. We-I.. I don’t think.. whatever this is between us… It’s not working anymore. You-We should stop.” 
“Is this because of Cedric?” 
It feels as if you’ve just been punching in the gut or as if your heart falls to the bottom of your feet. You can’t believe he just said that. You tug your hands out of his hold, once again, and look at him in anguish. “I can’t believe you just asked me that!” You shove his chest, “I can’t- Why would- What does Cedric even- I can’t fucking believe you, Draco! Are you bloody serious?!” 
Draco rubs his forehead roughly, groaning loudly, “I am sorry! Okay?! I am sorry! It’s just.. After what happened last night… I figured that maybe you would want to end this, whatever is going on between us.. for him.” 
You gape up at him, feeling a bit crazy, “You’re a bloody idiot. If you can’t realize what’s going on, I can’t help you. This isn’t because of bloody fucking Cedric Diggory. It’s not even about Heather Umbridge,” Draco winces at her name, “It’s about us! This went way too fucking far. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore. Please leave me alone.” 
“Can't we just go back to how things were?”
You clench your jaw, “And how were things?”
Draco sighs, rubs the back of his neck, “Us… being… friends. Best friends.”
“We've never been just friends, Draco. If you can't see that, I don't know what else to say.”
 That was the last thing you say to him before quickly turning on your heel and walking down to potions class. Class was about to begin in less than five minutes. Yours and Draco's seat was empty, the third desk in the front row, your eyes scan quickly to see which other seats are still empty, and you find one next to Harry Potter. 
Your heart is still racing as you speed walk to Harry’s desk and stop in front of him. His eyes are already on you, shocked that you’re standing in front of him, he straightens up, and fixes his glasses.
“Is this seat taken?” You ask with hopeful eyes, his blue eyes watching yours in shock, but he shakes his head no as he motions for you to sit. 
“Thanks, Harry.” You give him a small smile as you sit down and start fixing yourself. You feel different pairs of eyes on you, but you ignore them and tap your fingernails on the desk. 
Draco struts into the classroom, his eyes already scanning for you, he spots you next to Harry, and his expression turns into a scowl. 
You can see his cheeks redden in anger, his jaw clenching as he strolls to his seat without taking his eyes off you, and sits down. You lick your lips to try to avoid the lump in your throat and choose to ignore him. You sit up straight and wait for Professor Slughorn. 
It was the week before Thanksgiving break and you knew you just had to make it through the next three days. Then you knew Draco would be heading home and you’d be staying here since your parents were in the states this year for work. You hadn’t had a chance to tell Draco yet, but now you were secretly praying he wouldn’t find out through his mother because you needed to be alone. 
You needed to think about what was going to happen now. Was your friendship with Draco really over now?
You didn’t think you could ever be “just friends” with him again. You never truly were. 
You felt humiliated because of yesterday. You felt ashamed because of what you did. You felt stupid thinking Draco could ever love you back. 
 At the end of potions class before you could even look up, Draco had already stormed out of class. 
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stargirlrchive · 1 year
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valentine’s day ✩ jake sully
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summary: jake sully x reader but no use of y/n, fluffy cute, jake being the cutest most best bf, smut, oral male!receiving, sub!jake? but not really he's just being sexy fr
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Jake had been picking flowers all morning long, his fingers were sore as he had gathered hundreds at this point. Sweat gently trickled down his forehead at the humidity of the forest but it didn’t matter. It would all be worth it when he was rewarded with your smile. It was still dark when he left your shared tent and now the sun was high in the sky. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but he knew you’d be wondering where he was.
With the flowers sprawled out before him he began picking out the most lively and colorful ones, arranging them as nice as possible.
He spent an embarrassingly long time arranging and rearranging the bouquet until it was to his liking. Full of flowers and plants, some that glowed, some that didn’t. He tied it together with a thick scrap of fabric and then at the roots wrapped around a necklace he had made just for you. It was made of beads, stones, even some crystals he had found. He sighed happily, proud of his hard work.
He made his way back to High Camp, refraining from picking at the flowers again. He wanted it to be perfect for you. But before he knew it he was back, sending his greetings to the Na’vi’s he passed. They all appeared curious at what he held in his hands but all he did was send them a small smile. Nerves bubbled in his chest the closer he got to your tent.
He knew the Omitikaya did not celebrate Valentine’s day, and back on earth he dreaded the holiday. He never thought he’d have happy memories associated with this day, but here he was. Tail swishing in excitement, cheeks burning profusely, heart beating so loudly he heard it in his ears. And it was all because of you.
He hid the bouquet behind his back as he walked into the tent, “Yawne.”
You instantly turned to him, smiling happily at him, “Ma’Jake!” You were in front of him the next instant, hands wrapping around his back to pull him in, “I missed you this morning.”
There was a small pout on your lips and Jake’s tail swished happily, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He almost purred at the feeling. “I missed you too, baby.”
You pressed another kiss to his jaw and pulled away from him lightly, “Are you okay? It is not like you to leave me without saying goodbye.”
“Everything alright, sevin. I was just busy getting something ready for you.”
Your tail swished in excitement, “For me?”
“Mhm.”
He pulled away from you and brought his hands forward, the prettiest flowers you had ever seen all wrapped together. A small gasp left your lips as you reached for them, your cheeks burned a dark hue as you smiled up at him. “They are so beautiful, yawntu.”
After you admired them for a few seconds you looked up at him once more, “What are they for?”
Jake’s ears twitched slightly, he felt slightly embarrassed under your stare. “It is Valentine's day.”
Your brows furrowed gently, your accent thick with confusion, “Valentines day?”
“Yes, it is a sky people holiday. It was a day to celebrate friendship and love. A lot of the time we give gifts as a sign of our appreciation.”
Your tail thumped harshly behind you, and you whined quietly “You should have told me, Ma’Jake. I would have given you a gift too.”
Jake shook his head no, “You do so much for me already, nothing else is needed.”
Your tail wrapped around your own leg, it was a habit of yours that Jake adored. Anytime you’d grow shy around him it happened. He hummed happily as his hands fell to your hips, pulling you in gently.
“You going shy on me again?”
Your cheeks burned profusely, leaning up to press a kiss against his check. “You are so romantic, how can I not?”
He laughed quietly, chest rumbling against your own as he held you tightly, “There’s something else.”
Your fingers trailed against his chest, rubbing shapes against his skin, “Jake, the flowers are more than enough.”
He ignored you and pulled the bouquet from your hand, gently slipping off what appeared to be a necklace. “I made it for you. It’s kind of wonky, I don’t really know how to make jewelry.”
You beamed up at him, “I love it! I am never taking it off.”
You turned around, moving your hair to the side to let him place it on you. His fingers were gentle, barely grazing your skin and it caused a slight shiver to run down your back. Once Jake had securely clasped the necklace around your neck he placed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, loving how the necklace sat on your form. “So pretty.”
You hummed at the compliment, your fangs digging into the bottom of your lip as an idea swirled in your mind. You placed the flowers down and turned back to Jake, and he instantly noticed the hazy look in your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed as you ran your hands down his back.
His tail began to swish behind him, a warm sensation pooling at the bottom of his stomach, “Sit.”
Your demand caused his eyes to dilate a bit, “Baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Just wanted to treat you special.”
“And now I want to treat you special.”
You were practically purring your words, it caused him to twitch beneath his loincloth. And really, who was he to deny you of what you wished?
He felt your tail gently wrap around his leg and he nearly groaned out, ears pinning back slightly at the sensation. You were guiding him back gently, legs hitting against one of the benches the two of you had in your home. Your hands fell to his loincloth, gently toying with the fabric, “ Take it off, Ma’Jake.”
He nodded dumbly, making haste to slip the garment off, he was already so hard as he sat down. You kneeled before him, gripping lately around his thigh as you began to feather kisses around his lower stomach. You lowered yourself slightly and gripped the base of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip before you sucked lightly. A quiet hiss left his throat as you continued the motion, from small swipes of your tongue to gentle suckling motions. His fingers balled into fist as you quickly took him into your mouth, swallowing around him roughly. His head fell back, moans leaving his open mouth as you swirled your tongue around. When you pulled back your eyes were watery, desire pooling between your legs as you watched Jake slowly lose his composure.
Your hand barely wrapped around the base of his cock, using your spit to tug on the skin up and down, twisting your hand at the tip just like he liked. A tiny smile littered your features as his hip bucked lightly. “Baby, need your mouth.”
Another moan ripped from his mouth as you tightened your grip on the length of his dick. Your lips wrapped around the mushroomy tip, moaning quietly as the small beads of pre-come hit your tongue. Jake’s hands threaded themselves through your hair and pulled you down deeper, the unexpected thrust caused you to gag lightly against him and he felt the vibrations everywhere. His balls tensed as he tried not to come down your throat that very instant. “Fuck!”
Your throat relaxed, jaw going slack as you let him use you for his release. Jake set a brutal pace, keeping your head in place as he thrusted his hips, trying to chase his own orgasm. “You look so pretty, baby.”
You hummed lightly, swallowing around him as he whimpered out. You pulled away from him to take a deep breath, hands tugging up and down on his cock and you tried not to laugh. He looked so desperate and flushed, all by your doing. It caused a surge of confidence to run through you to see him so needy. “So needy.”
He laughed deeply, a moan ripping from his throat as you gently sucked on the tip. “Your mouth is too good, baby. Fuck-like it was made just for me.”
“Mhm, just for you Ma’Jake.”
Your lips wrapped around the head and sucked softly, swirling your tongue around once more and Jake hips stuttered roughly, moaning loudly. He felt his orgasm coming, hips trying to pull away from your mouth. “Gonna come, Yawne. Let me pull out.”
It’s as if he told you the opposite, sucking harder and with more dedication. Your head shook, “Want it in my mouth.”
Jake’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, that was new. With a final swipe of your tongue Jake came, hard. Painting your mouth with his release as he tugged on your hair gently. Whining your name over and over.
You pulled away and swallowed, enjoying the taste. His breathing was labored, deep and rough as you stood up. “Was that a good Valentine’s day gift?”
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aechii · 10 months
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₍⁠₍ ONE OF US (2) ₎⁠₎
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{read part 1 here}
PAiRiNG ?! kylian x black!femreader
GENRE ?! romance, fluff (😞)
SYNOPSiS ?! it's kylian's wedding day, and he knows it never gets better than this
C/W ?! she/her pronouns used, just fluff and romance and a tad bit of swearing cos it's me writing?!?!?!?
A/N ?! the all anticipated sequel to one of us!! man, i've hit a writer's block and idk what's going on with my writing but i'm trying to get rid of it so that's that. i would like to dedicate this to @blubffsd (who has unfortunately left tumblr, but i will always hold them dear to my heart). they've asked for this many a time, and it sucks that i released it after they departed from this hellsite. wherever you are blub, i hope you're happy!
enjoy all my wonderful consumers readers :)
“are you ready?”
the voice comes from behind kylian, but his attention remains on the mirror before him. [y/n] had chosen the suit for him, said that the colour suited him, and as he scrutinises himself, he can’t help but wonder what she looks like in her dress. it elevates his heartbeat and he has to huff out a heavy sigh to wash away the light-headedness.
“kylian?”
background noise seeps into his ears once again, and the loud seems to come with more clarity, and concern. his head turns, seeing his brother in the same style suit as him, but rather in a dark shade of blue. 
“you good?”
he faces the mirror, scans himself as his body begins to feel hot and the tie around his neck seems to tighten its hold. kylian slowly shakes his head, exhaling, “i’m so fucking nervous.”
ethan chuckles, landing a hand on his brother’s shoulder as he moves to stand beside him. kylian watches him and is succumbed by a thick wave of wistfulness; his brother succeeds his height, shoulders barely touching and his mind can’t fathom how time has flown past them. 
he still can’t believe he’s getting married today. 
“wedding nerves– it’s normal, bro,” ethan tells him, and kylian snickers in retort. 
“since when did you know so much about weddings?”
“well,” ethan slides his hands into his pockets, rocking on his feet, “when you have two siblings who are married- or getting married- you learn a lot of things.”
kylian nods understandingly, and trickles out a sigh for the umpteenth time.
“you’ll be fine, kylian,” ethan comforts, “[y/n] loves you more than i’ve ever seen anyone love someone- truth be told, you’re lucky.”
kylian can’t deny that. [y/n]’s presence in his life has changed him in a way that’s gratifying, and without her, it’s hard to visualise how he would cope. a love story that they would call, truthfully, unintentional, but undeniably destined. 
“i am, aren’t i?”
ethan doesn’t hesitate to nod profusely, “yeah, you are.”
their father calls them from the door as he enters. his forehead is sheened with sweat and sounds of bustling chatter from the living room bleeds inside then muffles again as he shuts himself in. 
wilfried smiles, finds it hard to withstand the unrelenting tears as he sees his son clad in the crisp, black suit. it wasn’t long ago, in his mind, that kylian played his first ever football match, reaching no more than his knees. and as much as his status quo gets now, he’s about to marry the girl who he could never have approved more of.
“you look- wow,” kylian’s father softly grips his son’s arms before smoothing out an odd crease drawn into his coat. 
“you’ll make me cry, papa, stop,” kylian humours out and wilfried joins him in laughter. 
“it’s just- i can’t believe you’re getting married already.”
“me too,” kylian adjusts his tie, but his father slaps his hand away. “i just cleaned up your shirt, don’t ruin it again.”
his son smiles, albeit wobbly, “sorry, papa.”
wilfried stretches out his arm, twisting it to check the watch circling his wrist.
“it’s nearly time. just about 10 minutes ‘til we have to leave.”
kylian feels a soft tremble oscillate through his skin and he fans himself as if it does anything. his father watches him as he does so, grinning.
“you remind me of how i was,” wilfried recounts, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “almost had a panic attack before we left.”
kylian looks at him, mildly intrigued, “really?”
“the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, kylian,” ethan jokes as he claps his brother on the shoulder, and it makes kylian shake his head, smiling. 
“it’s normal, ethan,” their father corrects, “it’ll be you soon.”
kylian turns to ethan, whose eyes trace elsewhere as he begins to blush. he chuckles at the sight, poking his brother’s cheek.
“don’t be shy now,” kylian says as he smirks and ethan fights back his own grin, nudging his brother’s touch away. 
wilfried watches on and his heart feels heavy in his chest. just one son left. he can’t believe it. 
he retains himself from getting overly emotional, ascending from his seat, “we should get going now. your mum will be angry if we don’t get there on time, you know her.”
kylian and ethan emit sounds of agreement, walking to the door. ethan exits first, and kylian stays behind trying to gather as much composure as he can.
“i’m proud of you, kylian,” his father voices, and it bleeds so much joy and pride that kylian begins to feel choked up. 
“thank you, papa,” kylian shakily expresses. he attempts to shake off the nerves, yet it proves to be fruitless, again. 
“god- i feel like i’m about to pass out.”
“it’s all normal, kylian. you’ll be fine, i can assure you.”
“i know, but,” he pauses, shutting his eyes for a few seconds, “i don’t think i’ll survive seeing [y/n] in her dress.”
wilfried grins so widely, he feels his cheek muscles ache. like father, like son.
“believe me, i know.”
+_-
he’s absolutely trembling. it’s so palpable that one of his groomsmen, brice, has checked on him at least twice now. he had responded with the usual, automated affirmative that he’s fine, but he truly is anything but. it’s been more than 5 minutes since the service was supposed to start, but the bride, his bride, was yet to arrive. 
he glances at his father who looks back at him, and his face doesn’t release his smile. it’s subtle reassurance, and he musters a small smile back just as the hall doors begin to glide open with an old rumble. 
and kylian swears his heart stops. he can’t hear the congregation stand and turn as she proceeds down the aisle. he can’t feel his mind frenzy, even though he knows it does, nor can he feel his hands that will, soon, bear the weight of the unifying ring. his eyes are stuck, stitched to the sight of his to-be wife completely encompassed in an ethereal cloud of white, and for a second, he thinks he’s being visited by an angel from heaven. 
before he knows it, he’s crying. tears of abundant happiness overflow as much as he tries to blink them away but he allows them to because he finds it almost prohibited to look away. ethan stands beside him, handing him a handkerchief, and he’s ever so grateful for his grounding presence right there and then. 
“she’s beautiful. so, so beautiful,” he mutters in tangent. his heart quickens the nearer she gets and he senses ethan bringing a hand to his back. 
then she stands right in front of him. and he stares. stares for what seems like centuries that pass until his brother whispers in his ear, “remove her veil, kylian. i have to go.”
it spurs his movement, shaking him from his reverie, and both hands, vibrating, pinch the sides of the lace, lifting and placing it behind her hair. 
he feels like he’s punched. again.
she smiles so gorgeously at him, and it’s like he’s fallen in love all over again. 
“hi.”
he breathes out slowly, gently interlocking their hands.
“hey.”
the priest begins his welcome and the usual protocol. when he asks the crowd if there were to be any objections, he holds his breath. he’s not aware of anyone being against them, but he knows that it happens more than one could think. silences engulfs the room and the priest, to his relief, breaks it as he proceeds with the service. 
his mind and ears block out everything after that and his gaze never leaves [y/n]’s otherworldly stature. every now and then, he squeezes her hands, just to make sure she’s really here, and she always returns the gesture, as if she reads his mind. 
he’s dazed when a hand comes up to touch his cheek, and his conscience zooms back into the present. 
“you with me, love?”
he nods absentmindedly and the congregation collectively chuckle at him. 
“i think you’ll have to say it again,” [y/n] jokingly tells the priest, and kylian, eyes wide, turns to him.
���i missed the vows?”
“it’s okay, kylian,” he smiles gently, “i’ll read them out again.”
kylian nods, this time, unmasking his ears to hear the words that he knows he’ll agree to wholeheartedly.
“kylian mbappe, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
his response is instantaneous, “i do.”
the priest tilts himself towards [y/n], “[y/n] [l/n] do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
“i do.”
kylian feels the tears gather as the priest utters the words he’s been waiting for, for the past 10 months. 
“i now pronounce you mr and mrs mbappe. kylian, you may kiss the bride.”
as their families cheer, holler and cry tears of utmost joy, his lips find his wife’s, both barely able to contain their grins. 
and at the back of kylian’s mind, he envisions a picture of this very moment, framed in gold and mounted upon the wall of his mother’s house.
just like [y/n] had wanted.
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cassieoz · 7 months
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Sultan's Heir
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Sapphire screamed wildly! The birthing pangs brutally raged through her core like a fire storm. She collapsed and clutched the silk quilting in front of her. Sapphire could feel the enormous head spreading her. The torture of birthing a royal heir was completely overwhelming the mother to be. Her eyes were filled with tears as her suffering echoed through the curtains of the birthing tent.
"It started at dawn, Your Highness! She has been taken to the main tent in the encampment. The princess has her birthing assistants. They are very experienced and will help her to bring your royal heir into the world!"
The Sultan looked at the other men in the room. They were all married and had many children. They reassured the Sultan that the princess would deliver a healthy child. He slowly nodded but he secretly longed to be with her.
Sapphire bent forward and yelled out loudly. The head pounded her savagely as the pangs grew more unbearable. She curled her hands in the soft cotton sheets as she rocked back and forward. On her hands and knees, she could feel the full force of the birthing head between her folds. Sapphire shouted in birthing agony as she bore down on the merging dome. She was shaking and sweating profusely from the intense throbbing of each contraction.
The Sultan walked the halls of the Palace. His nerves were raw and his mind was racing. It was not acceptable for him to be with his princess as she gave birth. He was crazy about her! He had passionately impregnated his heir into her womb. He could only hope she could endure the turmoil of releasing the child into the world.
Sapphire frantically panted as she pushed and strained heavily against the crowning tip. Sapphire layed with her legs wide and supported as the need to bear came without mercy. Her echoing sounds filled the entire encampment as the birth slowly progressed. The agonisingly strong contractions bombarded the first time mother. Sapphire shoved down hard whenever a pain exploded at her entrance. The orgasmic intensity erupted with each surge. Sapphire shook wildly as she rode the exhausting journey towards delivery. The mixture of bearing and stretching made her orgasm painfully as the head grew enormous at her opening.
The Sultan ordered for his helicopter to fly him to the desert encampment. It had been one long day and still no news. As the helicopter landed, attendants rushed forward to welcome him to the encampment.
Sapphire howled madly as the next pain detonated like a mega bomb at her entrance. The head thrashed forward as her cries became deafening. She was finally entering the final stages of birthing. Sapphire vibrated wildly with an unstoppable pulsing as the head thrusted her wider and wider. The princess was completely exhausted. She was lost in the final round of contractions. Her torturous birthing ordeal was coming to its dramatic end.
The Sultan could hear her suffering but his attendants held him back from entering the birthing tent. He was white with fear as he listened to the roaring screams of his princess fighting to deliver.
"I can't!......I can feel all of it!......Make it stop!......I have to push!......I need it out!......RIGHT NOW!"
The princess roared at the top of her lungs. The orgasmic birthing explosion split her wide as the head pushed its way to freedom. Moments later, the second eruption brought the rest of the baby out of her exhausted frame.
The Sultan rushed forward and hurried into the bed chamber.
"Darling? Are you alright? I am so sorry that you had to suffer for our child!" Sapphire looked up with tears of joy, holding their child within silken wraps.
"I would do it again, my love. Whenever the pain came, I thought of you and I knew our son would be born safely. I can't wait to do my duty all over again....and soon!"
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at-tensionseeker · 1 year
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No Is A Full Sentence
Elizabeth Olsen x Y/N
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks
Genre: Fluff, Funny (i think, based on my humor lol)
Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44250676
This fanfic is inspired by Lizzie's Sam Jones' interview. I hope you enjoy!
It’s your first time going to this sushi place that one of your friends recommended. It isn’t far from your apartment, but you did have to walk for about ten minutes to get there. You wouldn’t have been if you weren’t craving those salmon nigiri take outs that your friend Jan brought to your apartment last week during your regularly scheduled movie nights. Instead, here you are standing in the back of the restaurant’s long ass line that reached their storefront because of so many people trying to buy their own food.
You put your hands in your coat’s pockets, just a failed attempt of trying to warm them. The memory of your gloves flashes in your eyes and the regret of not bringing them with you makes you want to kick yourself.
The December breeze in New York is definitely a killer. When you first moved in two years ago, you couldn’t even go outside for a full month without getting sick. The climate was new to you, especially having lived in sunny, warm weather all your life. It became a habit to buy long coats, jackets, winter gloves, and even earmuffs just so you don’t get hypothermia in the long run. Soon enough, you adjusted to the temperatures and learned how to adjust both your apartment’s and car’s heating system to help you during the winter season. It was fun.
The line moves slowly. Whatever the reason for that is, you really don’t know. Besides, you tell yourself, that you’re already in line and people behind you have come up so if you leave now you’ll just wake up in the middle of the night with those damn nigiris flooding your mind. So, you decided to stay.
You tip your toes to see if the people in front of you have moved since the last ten minutes you were there, but the sight of a short blonde hair and green eyes that met yours as she turns around for a split second stops you from breathing. 
You’ve seen that face before. Multiple times. 
In movies, in that Disney+ show, interviews, edits. You know it’s her.
You’ve been following her journey since her first appearance in Avengers Age of Ultron and has been on the ride up until her most recent successful film, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. You weren’t a die-hard Marvel fan before and even now you wouldn’t dare to call yourself one, but you quickly found yourself latched on to the franchise ever since you saw her. There aren’t any posters in your room, and you certainly haven’t gone to any Comic-cons, but you loved how she portrayed such a powerful character and has been fascinated by her ever since.
Elizabeth Olsen is standing in line in front of you in the middle of the cold New York weather, her frame clad in black faux fur coat and beanie on top of her head that really barely covers her blonde hair.
You suddenly couldn’t breathe. The air is getting colder and thinner for your liking, and you fear you’ll pass out before you could even say hi to her. There’s sweat forming on your palms and you know you can feel it, but you’re also a little confused since you’re pretty sure normal people don’t sweat in the cold. You brush it profusely against the material of your coat just to get it off or to calm your nerves. That one you’re still debating on.
The line moves briefly and then stops, and you think to yourself that if you could just muster any amount of courage, you’d say hi to her. Maybe get a photo with her even.
Should you say hi to her? What will you tell her? Do you tap her first on the shoulder so she can look back at you? Or is that rude?
The line moves again and you curse inwardly. It was barely moving five minutes ago, and now that you see a Hollywood Star in front of you it suddenly budges?
How infuriatingly unlucky of you.
From what you’ve seen, Elizabeth seems nice to her fans during fan meets and interviews so you know she’s not rude. That’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with her personality.
But this isn’t a Comic-con, is it? This isn’t some staged interview wherein you get a free backstage pass to meet your idol, no. This is literally outside of the restaurant in the middle of a busy New York street and she’s just trying to grab some food just like everyone else.
You’re still conflicted, even when the both of you finally reach inside. There’s probably about 4 to 5 people in front of you now, and you’re not even thinking about the sushi at this point anymore. Your hands still shake and sweat no matter how many times you wipe it off, and your heart beats faster than normal when you realize you’re both going to part ways sooner than you like it. It gets even harder to convince yourself to just go for it because when will another opportunity like this be presented to you in the future? Chances are lower than zero itself. A negative number if you think of it.
So when the customer in front of her finally reaches the counter, your shaky hands poke her slightly on her left shoulder.
Nothing.
Okay, maybe a little harder?
You poke her again, and she whips her head back to you. Her brows furrowed at the sight of you and they raise up in question. It’s hard not to look like a fool in front of a famous person, isn’t it? You probably look like a deer in headlights, but you quickly found your voice after a few blinks.
“Uh- h-hi,” you stammer. “Are you- is it okay if- I’m a huge fan of your work. Is it okay if I ask for a photo?”
You’re pretty sure she didn’t hear that. You barely let out a whisper, or is that blood that’s rushing through your ears?
Realization dawns on her face on what you mean. She shakes her head.
“No.”
There is a breaking sound somewhere. You’re not entirely sure if it’s one of the waiters who accidentally breaks some glass or if it is the sound of your heart breaking. You freeze in your place, embarrassed and hurt, but mostly embarrassed because of the dumb decision you made. Instead of letting that get to you, you give her a smile and nod to let her know that you get it.
“Forgive me,” you blurt out, still smiling at her to hide the tears burning in the back of your eyes. “I understand, of course. You’re not obliged to. I’m really-“ you pause to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s just really embarrassing. “I’m really glad to have seen you in person.”
Elizabeth only looks at you and gives you a warm smile and that eases out a little bit of your anxiety of probably offending her at some point. The customer in front of her left, you notice, so you usher her forward. She gives you one last smile and orders her food.
Few of the things you didn’t notice though. Her eyes are red and a little bit swollen, probably from crying and when she ordered her food, her hands are clasped together with fingers rubbing each other to ease her anxiety. Of course you would have, had you not been too busy cursing yourself at your stupidity.
Elizabeth grabs her takeout, gives you one last look and exits the restaurant.
You take the sushi you’re not craving anymore and replays the encounter as you go your way home. You can’t believe that the first celebrity you’ll meet in New York is the one person you adore. It was surreal, to say the least, and despite the rocky meeting with Elizabeth Olsen you are still happy to have seen her smile and look at you directly in person.
You swear to God you’ll attend the next Comic-con.
Sending the news to Jan, who doesn’t believe you therefore requested that you call him as soon as you arrive, you quickly pocket your phone and sprint your way outside of the busier streets of New York. You reach the more calm and quiet area where your apartment is and begin to walk slowly.
The unfortunate encounter with Elizabeth Olsen has been the only thing that’s replaying in your mind so when you spot a crouched figure with faux fur coat and beanie once again, you couldn’t help but squeak.
You almost tripped on her actually. She’s just by the sidewalk, both of her hands are covering her ears and her eyes are tightly closed. There’s a frown and a thin line of sweat on her face and you didn’t think twice before fully sitting down in front of her to check.
“Hey,” you prod slowly. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”
Flashes of hands clasped together back at the restaurant flood your brain and it didn’t take you another minute to realize that she’s currently having a panic attack.
“Uhm… Elizabeth- Lizzie? Can I call you that? I’ll call you that, okay?” You stammer. “I’m here to help you. Can you breathe slowly please?”
Elizabeth does as you tell her. You continue to tell her to breathe and that everything is fine around you. “It’s scary, I know. But it will pass, okay? You need to be in the present, Lizzie. Just listen to my voice. I’ll be right here and you’re not alone.”
Albeit her eyes are still shut, her breathing sounds less worse than before. And when she finally looks up to you, you see the green eyes you have admired for a long time swimming in pain and anxiety. It makes you want to pull her for a hug since she may need one, but you obviously don’t want to overstep your boundaries even if that means comforting her to help.
“Concentrate on my breathing,” you nod at her to encourage her to copy the rhythm you set for her.  “That’s it. You’re doing really good, Lizzie.”
Eventually after what seems like hours of doing breathing exercises with her capped with a lot of reassuring words, the hands cupping her ears drop down to her lap and are slowly rubbing her palms in another attempt to calm herself. You slowly stand up from the ground and hold out a hand for her to take.
“Are you okay now? Can you stand?” You offer. She takes it and stands up rather wobbly.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I feel better.”
“Right,” you smile at her. Noticing that you’re still holding her also glove-less hand, your cheeks flush as you pull it back while taking two steps backwards. You don’t want to overcrowd her after having an anxiety attack.
“Um so, are you from around here? I could walk you to your place if you want,” you tell her, not really wanting to risk letting her go alone after an episode. You know how it feels to be trapped by anxiety like that, and to break down in public places without backup is definitely one of the worst experiences ever. 
“I’m not trying to stalk you or something,” you clarify after not getting an answer from her. “I’m Y/N. I live there in that building,” you point towards your apartment. “If you want, I can jog really quickly and get my car and I can drive you home. Or not, of course I don’t want to overstep. I understand completely.
“It’s just, I don’t want you to go on your own after experiencing that,” you add. “I know how it feels and I honestly just want to help you.”
Elizabeth contemplates for a moment and answers. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. But, I think I need to decline the offer. Being in this business, I’m not a very trusting person-“
“Of course,” you cut her off quickly. “I understand, Ms. Olsen.”
“However,” she smiles a little bit at your rambling once again. “Can I please borrow your phone? Mine died down and I need to call my sister so she can pick me up from here. And I guess don’t mind the company while waiting?”
You quickly fish out your phone and hand it over to her. You also ignore the amused chuckle from her as soon as she sees your lock screen is that of Wanda Maximoff.
“Y/N?” 
“Yes?”
“The phone’s locked. Do you want to type in your password?” She smiles, the look of amusement still twinkling in her eyes. You don’t mind though. You’d prefer her teasing eyes over the sad ones you witnessed a while ago.
“Oh, okay. Here let me just,” you move forward to type in 0216 in your phone and the blush creeps back in your face once again when you feel her eyes watching you.
Elizabeth calls one of her twin sisters. Apparently, they’re here in New York for a fashion event and Elizabeth thought it’d be nice to come with them. While waiting for one of the Olsen twins, you both sat on one of the stairs and talked for a bit.
“I want to say that I’m sorry for refusing to take a photo a while ago,” she looks at you a little apologetically. Her posture seems calmer now and you’re really glad that she’s doing better every passing minute. “I was out on my own, and a few people have recognized me on the streets and I was just trying to have a nice time for myself.”
“No, don’t worry about it,” you reply. “I wasn’t lying when I said I completely understand and that you’re not obliged to. I'm just glad to meet you.
“I should be the one to apologize,” you bite your lip nervously. It didn’t cross your mind that you could’ve been the trigger to her already bubbling up anxiety but hearing her say that crowds have already recognized her, you asking for a photo was the last straw. “I was contemplating whether or not to ask you and I did, but I know I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
The actress waves it off. “No, honestly you were the most polite one. You were just the first and only person I said ‘no’ to who didn’t insist on getting a photo, and that set me off. Others just didn’t care and they still took their flashing phones out and pointed it at me.”
“One thing I learned from you is that ‘no is a full sentence’ so,” you acknowledge with a smile, distinctly remembering that one interview of hers with Sam Jones.
“Yes, exactly,” she laughs.
“We can take a photo now if you want to?” The actress offers after a moment of silence. “You helped me through a tough time. It’s one of the ways I can repay you.”
“It’s okay, really. You don’t have to repay me or anything. Kindness is free,” you reply, to which her small smile widens a lot more. “You’ve had a long day. I’m just the stranger who wants to help a fellow anxiety sufferer,” you joke to which she laughs lightly.
“At this point you’re not a stranger anymore,” Elizabeth says, her fingers still fiddling with each other. “I know your name is Y/N, and where you live,” she points to your building to prove it. “Those two plus the fact that your wallpaper is Wanda and your passcode is my birthday.”
She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flush for the nth time that day. “Okay, you win. Yes, I’m your fan and all that. You can make fun of me now.”
“Don’t be like that,” Elizabeth laughs at your silly eye roll but waves it off. “I’m always honored to meet my fans.”
A black car pulls up from out of nowhere and Elizabeth stands up to leave. “This was really great. Minus the anxiety part,” she turns back to you and flashes that award winning smile yet again. “I’m grateful that it was you who found me cowering in the streets, Y/N. I’m hoping to see you again some other time when neither of us is either breaking down or a complete and total stranger,” you note the hopeful tone in her voice, and that makes you wonder if there’s another universe out there wherein she’ll still remember you after tonight because you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t.
If you’re lucky, this might be that universe but who knows?
“I’m glad you’re safe,” you smile at her. “See you around, Ms. Olsen.”
“That is such a formal way to address me,” She calls out, opening the door to the front seat.
“Elizabeth, then?” You suggest to which she grimaces.
“Just Lizzie is fine. I distinctly remember you calling me that a while ago during… you know,” she trails off. “And only my mom calls me by my full name and that only happens when I’m in trouble.”
“Okay, Lizzie,” you chuckle. Waving a hand up to a goodbye, the car finally speeds off to the opposite direction of your apartment. You let out a sigh and smile at the events as you walk back home.
Even when you are in bed, the memory of her voice and her smile makes you giddy. This definitely goes on the top of your list of  most memorable things that have happened to you while staying in New York. You still couldn’t believe your chances. Granted your first meeting was terrible in all ways, Elizabeth was nothing short of amazing to you. You really aren’t wrong to follow her throughout her career because of her personality. The personal encounter made you want to support her more in the future.
The morning after that, the wild array of flowers on your doorstep have kind of taken you by surprise. To add to that, you see the simple note on one of the bouquets that says 
“To my biggest fan, 
Thank you.
Love,
Wanda Maximoff”
and your heart melts at the sentiment.
You aren’t expecting yourself to be at the receiving end of this, but it’s definitely not unwanted. It most definitely isn’t, especially when you check your phone and see a text from an unknown number asking whether or not you got the package.
You replied to Elizabeth, saving her number under “Lizzie” with a huge grin on your face. She must’ve gotten the number from her sister when she borrowed your phone to call her. Who would’ve thought that asking for a photo with Elizabeth Olsen and getting rejected will lead you to this?
Y/N: Are you my stalker now? Did our roles change?
Lizzie: Ha-ha. Very funny. I just want to say thank you again for yesterday.
Y/N: And you already have. The flowers are unnecessary.
Lizzie: Did you not like them?
Y/N: I love them. They’re beautiful, Lizzie. Thank you.
Lizzie: Would you say, they’re beautiful enough for us to talk about them over coffee?
You almost choke on the bread you made for breakfast this morning. That is definitely upfront and honest. You convince yourself that it’s probably just another way to thank you for the good deed yesterday, but there’s also a teeny tiny voice in your head saying she’s asking you out. 
But why would she, right?
Deciding to not listen to any of your demons, you turn your attention back to her text. Upon rereading the text she sent for the third time now, it’s dawning on you that you’ve yet to reply. Elizabeth follows that up with another text and it makes you feel really silly because of how much your cheeks ache from smiling.
Lizzie: Maybe about Wanda also? If you want?
Lizzie: Or… anxiety issues?
Y/N: You already have me on board with coffee. Wanda talk, too. The anxiety issues, I think we should both stick to our therapists.
Lizzie: I can’t say I don’t agree on the last one.
Lizzie: So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow then? 3PM?
Y/N: Works for me, Lizzie.
Y/N: Or I can pick you up instead. I wouldn’t mind.
Lizzie: It’s okay, Y/N. Besides, I know where you live. *winky face*
You laugh at that one. She should definitely be a star of another comedy film. Elizabeth is funny by nature even though there are countless interviews of her saying that she’s not.
Y/N: Of course you’ll throw that.
Y/N: I feel unsafe now. This is unfair. I feel like I should also know where you live.
Lizzie: You will.
Lizzie: On the second date.
Lizzie: When you take me home.
Elizabeth leaves no room for questions. Your demons shut their mouths when you read that it most definitely will be a date. You want to play it cool, like coyly and shy, but what’s more to hide? She already knows you’re a fan, so you stick to that and pray that maybe… someday maybe, who knows, right? You’ll like each other.
Y/N: You’re smooth, Olsen. Got two dates in one day.
Lizzie: I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.
Y/N: Can’t wait.
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You’re late. And you forgot your gloves again.
It’s another cold, almost snowy day in New York city. You love living here despite the busy times and countless people just trying to go through with their respective lives. It’s loud and lively and you used to hate that but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be but here.
You check your bag for the passes, but the memory of the glossy paper beside your gloves on your messy bed makes you internally groan. The first time you attend a Comic-con, and you leave your backstage passes. How else are you going to meet her?
Cursing inwardly, you send her a text to let her know of your situation even though you know that the event started an hour ago and she won’t see it because she’s definitely not holding her phone in the middle of answering questions. You blame your boss for sending that last minute spreadsheet, but this is your idea right? You have to suffer the consequences.
Being in line isn’t something foreign to you. In fact, it’s so familiar that you chuckle as kids, teens, and grown ups join you from the entrance. The line is moving rapidly as most people with passes (which could have been you if you weren’t so careless) have already gone inside. When you enter the place, it’s no surprise to see it packed as the recent MCU film has made tabloids and charts because of its success. You easily spot her even though you’re rows away from the front line. She’s sitting in the middle with her face scrunched up in annoyance and teeth biting her lower lip so hard you swear she wants to draw blood.
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You grimace as you helplessly stand in the back with no way to even come forward to be close to her. The situation is laughable, but the frown on Elizabeth’s forehead is enough to make you worry and act fast. You find a spot with a lot of light so you move towards that, passing a lot of people in the process, with the hopes of her green eyes spotting you even for a distance.
It’s effective apparently, because she spots you at the same time a question is asked towards her. The frown eases, she scrunches up her nose adorably towards you and you nod back both in confirmation and reassurance that you made it there, and she lets out a full on grin you know is solely reserved for you. The interviewer interrupts and you laugh at her confused state.
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“Elizabeth? The question?” The interviewer supplies.
“Right! I’m so sorry,” she laughs gleefully, head thrown back and hand covering her mouth and you’ve seen that look a thousand times before but it still gives you the same butterfly effect in your stomach. “I- uh. I saw my wife in the crowd and I got distracted. I’m sorry. What was the question again?”
“How romantic!” the interviewer swoons. “Everyone, that’s Elizabeth’s wife Y/N. Can we say hello to her?”
Your face turns red as people look at your direction and send cheers and hoots. You wave back to the fans shyly, stealing another glance at your wife on the stage as you do so. Standing in front of the light definitely has some good and bad results. You can’t believe she did that in front of everybody, but you’re not one to complain. Her PA also runs from the front to you upon hearing this and she ushers you through security. You chuckle as they bring you in, blowing Elizabeth a kiss before you disappear backstage.
“Hey,” your wife greets you after the event is finished. She skips towards your direction and plants a chaste kiss on your lips to which you happily sigh into. “I was worried you weren’t here.”
“Forgive me, my love,” you apologize while engulfing her in a hug. “You know commuting in New York is insane.”
“I repeatedly told you to get your license so we can buy you a new car.”
You smile at the worry in her voice. “I like it when you drive us to places you’re familiar with, Ms. Stuyvesant Street. And the boss left me with some last minute work.”
She pulls back to look at you. “And what were you doing in the back? Didn’t I leave the passes in our apartment?”
“I left them,” you sheepishly reply. Elizabeth narrows her eyes at you and shakes her head. 
“And your gloves too. Am I right, my love?”
The cheeky smile you gave her is enough to confirm her suspicions. “I was really late and I wanted to see you as soon as I could. I miss you this morning.”
“Charming,” she laughs and rummages through her bag for something. Curious as you are, you lean forward to look at it. “Here.”
She hands you a pair of gloves.
“I keep one in case you forget yours during winter,” she grins, proud of what she did. “And I was right.”
You want to wipe off that cocky smirk off of her lips. There are a lot of people around you but she did announce you to everyone, so really what else is stopping you? After she said goodbye to everyone, you pull her hand so she moves closer to your side.
Elizabeth lets out a squeal when you grab both of her waist. You smell her perfume that invades your nostrils and your head swims at the fact that there’s nothing better than having her close again. She’s everywhere and the background fades away like a cliche movie scene, but you don’t care about any of those. She’s here in front of you and you’re incredibly happy to know that she loves you as much as you love her.
“I love you,” you whisper against her mouth.
“I love you, too.”
It’s insane how one kiss from her makes you feel giddy. And that’s saying something after being married to her for a year now.
“You need to wear the gloves, my love,” she chuckles when both of you pull away. Elizabeth leads you to the back exit that leads to the parking lot. The breeze picks up a little bit and snowflakes fall on your heads, but your face is still hot from kissing her. 
“Why do I need the gloves when I could just hold your hand and let you warm me up?” You bob your eyebrows at her and kiss her temple as the both of you walk towards her car.
You’re lucky. There’s no doubt about that now. Being with such an incredible woman who supports you in everything that you do and loves you through it all is a bliss. You couldn’t have asked for more.
“And they say I’m the romantic one.”
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myosotisa · 8 months
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Half Life - e.m.
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Eddie Munson x Reader, Jim Hopper & Reader
‖  summary: Four known responses to panic - flight, fight, fawn, and freeze. You used to alternate between three depending on what the situation called for. Now that Eddie is back and in danger again, it feels like all you're capable of doing anymore is fighting.
‖  tags: hurt/comfort, heavy angst with a happy ending. post season 4 vol 2 (eddie lives). hospital setting but no graphic descriptions of anything medical, grief, unresolved trauma, PTSD responses. violence (street fight), mentions of blood, broken knuckles. a single gunshot (aimed at the sky). shithead town of Hawkins meet traumatized young adults. ACAB!!!!!!! Hopper helps (platonically). no y/n, no pronouns, reader is referred to as a bitch, princess, angel, and an attack dog. this came to me in a vision and i spat out line after line like a prophet.
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Since the moment Eddie was extracted from the Upside Down, you have been hovering. Non-stop, constantly vigilant of where he was and who was with him.
You were already just a heap of exposed nerves after everything the group had been through and, after thinking you’d lost him, you were not about to lose him again.
When he was in the hospital, handcuffed to his bed even though he couldn’t have gone anywhere even if he wanted to, you stayed. Days you stayed. Wayne and Steve and Nancy would come by, begging you to leave just for a few hours, but you couldn’t. If you weren’t watching him, he might be gone again. As long as you were there, as long as you could hold his hand and wipe the sweat off his brow, then he was okay. He was alive.
One time Steve tried to forcibly remove you, thinking he was helping, and you’d lashed out at him like a feral animal. Kicked and scratched until he let you go. You’d immediately apologized profusely, begged for his forgiveness as you helped him clean the scratches. He forgave you so easily, more than you deserved, and just explained he didn’t want to lose you too.
After that, you allowed yourself to sleep in one of the chairs in the hospital room as long as someone else was there. If Steve, or Nancy, or Wayne, or Jonathan, or Hopper, or Joyce was watching over him, you could sleep.
At least, until the nightmares came back.
When he woke up for the first time, you were there. Happy tears springing to your eyes and hands hovering all over him as he sleepily blinked his eyes open and tried to reach for your hand. You met him halfway, squeezing hard to let him know you were there – he was alive. And left to go call Wayne with the good news.
It was one of the only times you had left. At all.
When you came in with a relieved smile, ready to tell him Wayne was coming, there was a police officer standing beside the bed, bent over toward him. Eddie looked even paler than he had when you left, trying to put on a brave face despite the way his speech was still slurred and it seemed like he could barely keep his eyes open.
“Hey!” Your voice was sharp, silver tipped as you marched forward, smile gone and scowl in place. The officer shifted slightly toward you as he turned, giving you just enough space to force yourself between him and Eddie. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Ma’am,” he said, condescension dripping from his mouth like poison, looking down his nose at you. “Mr. Munson is the main suspect in a series of gruesome murders and remains an extremely dangerous individual. I suggest you back away.”
His teeth clenched, an internal war going on behind his eyes. You took another step forward, eyes narrowing into a glare as you spit in his face, “Now get the fuck out of here before I call the sheriff and you lose your shiny little badge.”
The animal came back, lips turning up in a snarl as you took a menacing step closer. He must’ve sensed the danger because he took a step back on instinct. “I suggest you get some fucking proof and a goddamn warrant before you come back here and threaten a man who woke up from a coma 30 minutes ago.”
This seems to amuse him, a huff of air coming out of his nose. “On what grounds?”
Your snarl turns sharp, mouth turning up like you’re so glad that he asked. “When I tell him you did this to me.”
Lifting the sleeve of your shirt, you showed him the heavy bruising of a handprint there, leftover wounds from battles that were healing too slowly. He faltered slightly, eyes moving from the bruising to your wild look. “I didn’t do that, you can’t pin that on me.”
“Oh yeah?” You took another step forward, he took another step back. “And who will they believe Officer Courtney? You? Or me?”
“Are you okay?” Your hand came up to his jaw, panicked eyes searching his tired face.
The sudden dose of fear he showed soothed the animal as he muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘psycho bitch’ before turning on his heel and walking away. You watched him go until he disappeared before you turned toward Eddie, looking him over for new wounds.
Eddie’s head shifted slightly in a nod, eyes drifting closed again as he almost nuzzled into your hand. “Yeah, Angel. I’m okay.”
“I’d burn this whole fucking town to the ground before I let anyone hurt you again.”
That night, when the floor was almost silent, the only light being the one above his hospital bed, he held your hand and tearfully explained that he was afraid. He was confused, on heavy painkillers, handcuffed, vulnerable. Someone from the town would try to kill him, mess up his dosing on purpose, smother him with a pillow, anything they could if they got their hands on him.
“As long as they think I did those things, they will never leave me alone.”
The paranoia got worse. Eddie still slept the majority of the days, only having a handful of waking hours, and you watched. It was back to the beginning – you didn’t sleep, you barely ate, you were terrified to even leave just to go to the bathroom.
I’d stepped away for just a few minutes to make a call and they could’ve taken him from me.
Wayne begged you just to sleep, to eat, to take a shower, to do something other than sit in that chair beside his bed and glare at anyone new who even tried to get close to him. You couldn’t – you couldn’t do it – couldn’t leave him.
By sheer luck, the next time someone from the sheriff’s office came by to question Eddie, Hopper was with you.
He had never once tried to force you to do anything. Hadn’t asked you to leave or sleep. When he came to visit, all he did was bring a bunch of food (with hopes you might eat it), sit down beside you, and watch. Sometimes the two of you talked, sometimes you didn’t. You knew very little about what happened to him in Russia. He didn’t want to talk about it. That was fine with you.
Hopper was the only one who made you feel like maybe your shoulders weren’t made of stone. Maybe you didn’t have to keep your teeth razor sharp and primed to kill. Maybe you could eat some food, take a nap in your chair.
When the officers walked in, you were already gearing to jump to your feet, snapping jaws at the ready, but a heavy hand hit your forearm. Wait, it told you. Hold your fire.
“Gentlemen,” the pair of officers straightened up. His tone still held authority and they had been on the force long enough to still know who he is. Who he was. “What can we do for you?”
“We have some questions for Mr. Munson related to the murders.”
As if sensing even the smallest twitch of your muscles, or maybe it was just instinct from one predator to another, his palm pressed harder. Wait. 
“As you can see, he’s resting right now and it would be against his doctor’s orders to wake him.” His voice was lethal calm. Where you were fire, fight, and flame, Hopper was cold, silent, and deadly. Russian snow and prison cruelty sunken into his very bones.
“It will only be a few minutes,” one of them assured, almost mockingly, like they didn’t give a damn what his doctor had to say. “And if he is innocent, then he should have nothing to hide.”
There was a little bit more back and forth but both officer’s departed, leaving Eddie peacefully asleep in his bed, tattooed arm draped over his stomach. When Hopper removed his hand, it had you crumbling. Breaking down, shuttering, and collapsing inward. Strong arms, stable arms, deadly arms, wrapped around your shoulders as you started to cry. Started to sob your broken heart out.
You inhaled sharply through your teeth as the officer's eyes flicked to you almost nervously. Munson’s attack dog, they’d called you when they thought no one could hear. Attack dog was right. You were looking for any excuse to tear their fucking throats out with your teeth.
Hopper’s fingertips pressed in harder. Wait, they instructed again through touch alone. “Innocent until proven guilty, isn’t that the ol’ saying boys?” His mouth turned up in a dry smile as theirs turned to frowns. He was an enemy now, against them. But while Eddie was wounded and you were an arrest waiting to be made if you so much as touched them – Hopper was impenetrable. Untouchable. An American hero brought back to life. There was nothing they could do to him.
You hadn’t broken down like this since they pulled him out.
Hopper just held your head to his shoulder, let you soak his t-shirt in tears, held you as you cried, and cried, and cried. Thank you’s poured from your gasping lungs, endless and slurring as you fisting your fingers in him. Thank you for being alive, thank you for being here, thank you for protecting him, thank you for stopping me.
From that day forward, you would allow yourself to leave the hospital if you knew Hopper was going to be there.
You slept in a bed for the first time in who knows how long. Changed into real clothes. Ate a home cooked meal that Joyce brought to you. You still ended up at the hospital every day, but when Hopper was there, you could find just a little bit of peace. He would keep Eddie safe. You knew that without a doubt.
Wayne could be pushed over with enough force, the other members of the group were still barely adults and had little room to fight, but Hopper (and probably Joyce) were just as determined as you.
You will get to this man over my dead body.
A late night with Hopper had you talking. Well after midnight, just the two of you, unable or unwilling to sleep, the two of you talked more than you had over any of the other days. “Didn’t you dislike Eddie? He was a drug dealer, constantly in and out of trouble.” You’d asked him, fingers running through the ends of the subject’s curly hair as he slept.
“Dislike? No. He fucked up a lot. Maybe more than some other kids. But… He’s not a bad guy. I had my moments where I thought he might be, but when the kids explained everything he’d done for them… A bad guy doesn’t do shit like that for his friends.”
And it almost looked like he was going to smile.
The day they okay’d Eddie’s release to Wayne’s custody – on the grounds he didn’t leave the trailer unless he was requested to by the sheriff – you, Steve, Nancy, and Hopper were all there. Hopper hung back, chain smoking by Wayne’s truck as the rest of you helped Eddie get discharged and into a wheelchair to get to the truck.
You were barely a few feet out the door when a group began to approach. Basketball players – the remaining members of Jason’s hit squad and two others. “Hey!” One of them called as they walked up, like they’d been told when he was going to be discharged. “We’ve got a bone to pick with you, Munson.”
You and Steve stepped out, putting yourself between the group of four and the others, while Nancy assisted Wayne in pushing a drugged out Eddie towards the car faster. “You don’t wanna do this, Josh.” Steve started, ever the diplomat.
“Oh yeah, Harrington?” He snarked back, hand twisting at the baseball bat he had resting on his shoulder. “And why’s that?”
“He’s innocent, man,” Josh and Andy rolled their eyes, elbowing the others like ‘get a load of this guy’. “He didn’t kill Chrissy, or Patrick, or Jason. Or anyone.”
“Just get out of the way, has-been,” Andy barked, taking a few steps closer. “Don’t make us beat you down too, like that picture taking loser who stole your girlfriend.”
Steve’s jaw clenched as he held his ground. Andy took a few steps closer, the others on his tail, and you stepped up. He laughed, looking you up and down as they slowed their approach. “And who are you, princess? Another one of Munson’s followers?”
He laughed again, waving you out of his way like a fly. “That’s cute, now get the fuck out of the way before you get hurt.”
“You don’t need to know who I am,” your voice was white hot fire, inhuman to your own ears as you spoke. One of the guys hesitated when you locked eyes with him. Weak link. “The only thing you need to know is that you should turn around if you want to leave here with your balls still intact.”
Andy was bigger than you, stronger than you, but he was on the ground before any of them could process you were on the move. Your fist swung, knuckles cracking against his jaw as he groaned. A pair of hands grabbed you from behind, pulling you off of him. An arm came around your shoulders and you bit hard. Pennies hitting your tongue as the hold faltered, falling completely when you stamped your heel back on their foot.
The animal lunged.
Before they could recover, you took one step forward and swung your boot into the space between Andy’s legs, showing absolutely no mercy in the act. He screamed out in a high pitch, immediately curling into a ball on the concrete below you.
Hands grabbed at you again, arms hooking through yours and pinning them down. You kicked out, throwing your legs forward and back while you struggled as hard as you physically could to break the hold. Ahead of you, Steve had Josh pinned to the floor, blood on his knuckles, but then Josh had them flipped, his own fist coming down instead. Steve needed your help, Eddie needed your help, the guys behind were struggling to hold you, losing their grip. You thrashed harder, nearly dislocating your own shoulder as you fought against them, dragging you further away from Steve who was trying to get the upper hand again.
They need you, they need you, they need you–
A gunshot rang out and everyone froze.
Hopper stood a few feet away, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a pistol aimed high in the air. “Now how about everyone calm down for a few minutes, ‘kay?”
The hands dropped you unexpectedly, sending you to your knees. The animal was ready to jump, to go, to fight but was frozen by blue eyes pinning you to the ground. Wait, they told you in a heavy gaze. Hold your fire.
Another set of harsh words from Hopper had the boys retreating, licking their wounds and helping Andy to his feet before they all piled into a station wagon and peeled out of the parking lot. Steve ran the back of his hand over his split lip and you spit someone else’s blood out onto the concrete as you slowly got to your feet. You approached Hopper, preparing for a different kind of fight – for a scolding, for disapproval.
His face was emotionless until you were right in front of him. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, crushing it under his boot. The gun was gone again, probably into some concealed holster. He held out his hand and you looked at it confused until he grabbed at your arm and brought your own hand up to his eyes.
“Broke two knuckles,” he informed you, thumb pressing to the bones as you hissed out through your teeth. He let your hand drop and tucked his own into his pockets. “Gotta learn how to throw a punch properly.”
And then he turned to walk back toward the car. Not another word between you.
Steve clapped you on the back, bringing you back to reality as he murmured something about the fight. He trailed you over to Wayne’s truck that sat running by the hospital sidewalk. You ripped open the back door, stepping up on the rail as Eddie twisted toward you, a dopey smile on his face.
“Hey Angel,” he said, syrupy sweet and reaching out, “Are you okay?”
You had two broken knuckles and your mouth tasted like blood. There was a wild animal loose in you that you could barely control. You had half a mind to go after all of those fucking cowards and hunt them down. There was so much rage and fear and pain and it felt like it was choking you.
A strong hand gripped your shoulder from behind, fingertips digging in. Hold your fire.
You smiled at him as tears sprung to your eyes, taking his hand in your unhurt one and intertwining your fingers. “I’m okay, Eds. Everything will be okay.”
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echoalyssa · 10 months
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Omg I’m so sorry for some reason I automatically assume people know who I’m talking about 🤦🏼‍♀️ How about Marcus Baker x reader where she lives in another state and they met on like Instagram and one day she comes to see him?
ORRR (just to be safe😉😂)
Where her personality is like sunshine and rainbows so people are shocked that they’re together
Request 3 | Marcus Baker
You're gripping the steering wheel all too tight considering the road is empty and you've been driving for seven hours already.
Your comfort playlist plays through the speakers in an attempt to eradicate some of the nerves. You'd known him for a year, face-timed him every night for the past six months. He was real, you knew that much.
Though all those horror crime documentary's meant that somewhere deep down you were worried he might brutally murder you.
The two of you had met through a Instagram group chat for artists around the United States and had connected immediately. Your lives differed in every way possible.
You were from one of those small towns that barely made it onto the map with three siblings, and he was living in a million dollar house with his twin sister.
Your phone buzzes in your lap and its him.
'Hope the drive is going well! I'm excited to see you!'
You smile.
You're meeting him at a coffee shop in Wellsbury. It would be in broad daylight in a public place so not much could go wrong.
The navigation chimes, telling you to take the next exit.
Just like that, you're ten minutes away.
~~~ You take a breath outside of the door, using the slight reflection to check that your hair doesn't look insane. Your palms are sweating profusely so you have no choice but to wipe them on the front of your jeans.
You push the door open and the bell on top jingles softly.
The place is cute, with low ambience lighting and lounge chairs in the corner. There's plants just about everywhere and a mural has been painted on the far wall.
He spots you first, and he almost drops the two drinks he's holding. Marcus can't cross the small shop fast enough. He didn't even need a second to realize that it was you, he just knew immediately.
You shoot him a tiny shy smile and he returns it.
"Y/N!"
He wraps you in an awkward hug because he's still holding both drinks. Even though he's hugging you with his arms straight because of the drinks you can't help but think about how nicely you fit into his arms.
He smells good, like fresh linen.
His hair keeps falling into his face, and you keep wanting to push it out of the way for him.
"I got you a mocha frappe! I could have sworn that's what you told me you order but if that's wrong I can get you something else."
You're flattered by the fact that he bought you a drink and even more so that he remembered your order. That conversation must have taken place almost a year ago.
"That is perfect, thank you."
"Want to take a walk? You must be tired of sitting from the drive."
You nod, the weather in Massachusetts was stellar today.
He guides you out the door by placing a hand on the small of your back which sends sparks up your spine.
"I can't believe that you're here."
"I can't believe you're real."
He chuckles. "Are you cold?"
You're not really but he shrugs off his jacket anyway and drapes it over your shoulders.
His fingertips brush your neck and you shiver.
The town is cute but is very obviously a place where money is plentiful. Marcus tells you about his motorcycle and his plan to restore it.
You listen intently, your arm bumps against his as you walk.
He stops abruptly and turns to you.
"I feel like I know you already."
"You do! Now you're just putting a voice to the face,"
"I don't want you to ever go back home."
You can feel your face heat up, hopefully he wouldn't notice and would just think it was from the wind.
"You're just so far away." He continues, "And now that you're here I can't imagine you not being here."
Just the way that he looks at you makes you want to pack up all your belongings and move into this town, almost eight hours away.
His fingertips touch the side of your face, and he tilts your head so that you are looking up at him.
"It's a good thing I'm here for a week then." You whisper.
"We should make the most of it."
"Yes." You choke out because he's getting closer to you and you're barely breathing.
"You're beautiful you know."
You nod, scared to break this trance like interaction.
And then he leans the last few inches and his lips brush against yours, hesitant at first but they slowly grow more confident.
You tilt your head up for a better angle because there is no way that you're kissing Marcus Baker right now.
The butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults.
It's slow and gentle. He pulls you close to him, his body radiates heat and warms you.
You could stay like this forever you think. This was perfect. All the anticipation and build up from the past year and finally, finally the two of you were together.
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