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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Joel Miller x f!Reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.6K - this was not meant to be this long, oops.

𝒂/𝒏: I'm feral for Joel Miller and I won't apologise for that. This ended up so much softer than I planned but Joel Miller deserves to be loved, goddmit. part two is already in progress ~ no beta, we die like men

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, post-apocalypse, pre-Ellie, age gap (mid/late 20s!reader x early 40s!Joel), first time, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), Joel Miller has a big dick, risky creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, angst, implications of rape (does not involve reader or Joel), soft!Joel, fluff, idiots in love, innocence kink, Joel Miller is down bad. - minors do not interact.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Joel had found you cowering in the corner of a store in some godforsaken town somewhere in deep Texas, the twitching body of an infected splayed in front of you. He’d eyed you cautiously, keeping his distance, gun pointed directly at you, not afraid to pull the trigger.

“No, please, no. I’m okay, I’m fine, not bitten. I promise. Please” you were frantic, begging for your life.

“Just the one?” He’d asked, voice gruff and dark, he exuded danger.

You nodded “It was out the back, I checked but I didn’t see it, then it just came out of nowhere”

He nods once “You alone?”

“Yeah, it’s just me” you hadn’t moved from your spot on the floor, hands raised in surrender, shaking in fear.

“Christ” the man mutters more to himself than to you, giving you the once over he lowers the gun “C’mon, I’m not leaving you here”

Your time together was meant to be brief, Joel had planned to find you somewhere safe to stay, people you could live your life with, some sense of normality. Life would never be like it was before the outbreak but maybe he could find you a new version of living.

It took two months to find the first group of settlers but Joel didn’t even let you near them, he’d checked them out alone, swiftly deciding it wasn’t a safe place for you, he didn’t say why. Another six months until the next group, they initially seemed better but the cries echoing outside the commune at night told Joel all he needed to know.

It’s been exactly 2 years since he found you in that abandoned store, you’d managed to survive for six months, barely, living in a constant state of fight or flight. And then Joel came, Joel who took a chance on you, who shared his supplies and taught you to survive. Joel, who stood watch and let you sleep despite being exhausted himself, who bandaged your wounds, and made his own life harder just to make yours a little bit easier.

Joel, who would watch the world burn just to make sure you were safe.

You could still to this day, pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. You watched the world burn. Well not the world, just a decrepit cabin on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. He'd thought it was safe, he’d checked and double checked, the place was free of infected, or so he thought. The thick knit of your scarf was the first thing that saved your life that night, when the infected had come at you from behind, jumping out of the dark and going for your neck. Joel hadn’t even hesitated, gun drawn and a bullet in its skull before you could even cry out for help. He’d reached for you, entwining his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the building, kicking the cap off a gas canister as he went and throwing a lighter behind him as the door had shut. He pushed you ahead of him, protecting your body from the flames licking at the dry timber frame behind him.

You realised you loved him, were in love with him, laying on the dusty ground, with Joel’s imposing body shielded yours. You felt safe, he was firm behind you, chest heaving with laboured breaths, arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, muttering softly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got ya”.

So by the time you came across the third group you’d become quite the survivor. Joel had taught you to defend yourself, how to shoot a gun, how to actually use a knife, the weak spots of a man. You’d wondered why he was teaching you this, why you needed to know how to break the grasp of hands around your throat, how to use his body weight against him. When you’d stumbled across a group of men, animals really, surrounding a woman on her knees, her sobs echoed in your ears and you’d immediately searched for Joel, hands shaking as you grasped at his arms, eyes wide and terrified, you finally understood.

“They… they. Shit Joel, they were…” He didn’t need you to finish, he knew what they were doing. Within 20 minutes he had you both packed and on the road.

You felt like you’d been walking for weeks, in reality it had only been three days but you were exhausted. You were heading East, Joel had heard about a group of women that had settled just across the state border. You trudged slowly behind Joel, the unseasonable heat making you sweat, boots kicking up dust with every step, lost in your own thoughts.

“What’s bugging you?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts

“We should’ve helped her,” you confessed. It didn’t sit right, that you just left her there for those men to take what they wanted

“There’s nothing we could’ve done, no guarantee she’d be safe in the next place” he’d explained softly

“Is that why you’ve not left me?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Joel stops, his eyes meet yours but he doesn’t answer, he can’t, can’t admit that he won’t leave you, can’t admit why he won’t leave you. He can’t admit that he loves you.

Darkness has fallen by the time you reach a safe house, a favour from a friend, he’d said. The house was neat, tidy and clean, if not a bit dusty. Joel clears downstairs first, checks upstairs and calls you up to the bedroom. A small puff of dust is released from the bed as he drops your bags. One bed. There’s two of you and more than one bedroom, but you know he won’t let you out of his sight. He won’t risk it.

“Joel?” you croak, voice trembling as you sit on the end of the bed.

“Hmm?” He’s stood by the dresser opposite the bed, removing his jacket and boots.

“I… there’s something- uhh, shit” you pause, taking a shaky breath “listen, please don’t make a big deal of this but I want you to fuck me”

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna do that” he responds almost immediately, doesn’t give himself time to even think about it, doesn’t let himself indulge in the possibility.

Not that he’s not thought about it, God knows he has. He’s wanted you, wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your nails claw at his back as he takes you. But you never gave any indication you wanted it too, so he stayed respectful, well, as respectful as he could. There’d been nights he’d fisted his cock, your name a whisper on his lips as he came into his hand, while your sleeping body lay just inches away.

“Please” you barely whisper, he goes to speak, to reject you again, but you cut him off, “Joel, please. I don’t- I want it to be you, I don’t want it to be like that” your eyes are pleading, silently begging “please”

“You’ve not…? There’s not been anyone?” He asks tentatively, hoping he’s misunderstood, that you’re not actually asking that of him, he crosses the room, sitting next to you on the end of the bed.

“I’ve been kinda busy, what with the end of the world and all that” you try and make a joke but it falls flat, sobering, shining a light on all the ways your life has been taken away from you, all the experiences you’ve missed out on.

It shouldn’t be him, he knows it shouldn’t, he’s so much older, he’s cruel and ruthless and angry. You deserve something else, soft, gentle, loving. He can’t give you that.

But if he doesn’t, if he says no and doesn’t do this for you, there’s no guarantee the next guy is going to love you, no guarantee that he won’t hurt you. For Joel, that decides it, he can’t give you what you deserve but he can give you something better than what’s out there.

Cautious fingers on his leg startle him out of his thoughts, “Just once, just this once” His agreement doesn’t soothe you, it ignites something, butterflies rolling in your belly; you want this.

You’d seen other men on your travels, the way they treated women, both good and bad. You’d thought, naively, that Joel might be like that too, that Joel might take you to his bed, fuck himself into you then roll over, pretend it never happened. But he never did, always respectful, barely ever touching you unless he had to, you’d shared beds, and bandaged each other up, but he’d never touched, never taken it further. “All right?” He nudges when you don’t respond

You nod tightly and whisper a “thank you”, sitting quietly in awkward silence, you don’t know what to do next, you’ve read books, you knew how to do this before but you didn’t know how to deal with an arrangement like this.

Joel breaks the silence first “Do you want to… tonight or would you rather w-?”

“Tonight,” your response is a bit quick and Joel huffs an almost laugh “tonight is good”

You don’t know how to phrase ‘lets just get it over and done with’ when you’re about to fuck someone for the first time. He stands then, grabbing something from his bag then dropping it to the floor. Liquid sloshes as Joel brings the flask to his lips, drawing in three times, brow furrowed. He hands the flask to you “Drink” and the look in his eyes tells you not to question him.

You take a sip and nearly retch, the taste burning your throat and nose, eyes watering. You hadn’t liked whiskey much before and while it’s rare to find anything else these days, you still hadn’t got used to the taste. You take another sip, stomaching this one better. You hold the flask back out to Joel and he takes another drag before placing it on the dresser with slightly more force than he meant.

In two steps he’s back across the room, his hands finding your face, calloused fingers dragging along the skin of your jaw, bringing you to meet his lips. The kiss is bruising and feverish, hot lips pressing to yours, he licks into your mouth and you moan, it’s sinful and sweet and Joel wants more. He wants to pull more pretty noises from you, wants to hear you scream his name. His cock responds eagerly, hardening in his jeans, he’s not felt desire like this in years, it’s burning through his blood, overwhelming his senses.

Joel stands between your legs, tilting your chin up, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress between your thighs. One of his large hands moves to support your neck, the other tracing the line of your throat, gripping gently. The kiss has grown sloppy, Joel is breathing hard, nipping at your lips. His knee between your legs moves to press into your clothed core and despite the layers of fabric you can feel the heat of his thick thigh, your hips roll, chasing more pleasure and a groan escapes your throat unexpectedly.

Joel’s hand drops from your throat, following the neckline of your shirt, down between your breasts, flicking the buttons open, exposing you to the humid air. He pushes the flannel off your shoulders, taking the straps of your bra with it, reaching behind you to unclasp it, inwardly pleased he managed the first try.

You slide your hands to his waist, dragging his shirt with you, brushing your fingers across bare skin. Your fingers trace the waistband of his jeans but he reaches for your hands, wrapping a large hand around your wrists he pushes you flat, pinning your arms above your head. The other hand joins his knee between your legs, fingers teasing the seam of your jeans.

“You asked me to fuck you,” he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth nibbling at the sensitive bud “n’ I will” It may have been a while but it’s really just second nature to him and he feels you shiver beneath him “gonna make you feel good darlin’”

“Joel” Your throat is dry and your voice cracks but it’s enough, his hands reach for the button of your jeans, working them down your legs while his mouth assaults your breasts. You can’t focus, it’s too much, his mouth, hands, the feel of his body, large and imposing over yours. He finally gets your jeans off, discarding them to the floor.

You reach for him, finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging gently but making your intentions clear, he allows your trembling fingers to fumble with the buttons for a minute before helping you, making quick work of the buttons, all but ripping the shirt down his arms, throwing it to the floor behind him before positioning himself between your thighs.

Joel’s hand runs up your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of your bum. He trails kisses over your skin, behind your ear, down your jaw, across each of your breasts, fingers playing with the nipple neglected by his mouth. He moves his head down your exposed torso, tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin you gasp softly as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, black lace, a little luxury that makes you feel pretty and feminine. He nudges the fabric with his nose, breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver,

“You don’t have to” you whisper into the darkness.

A soft “yeah I do” is mumbled into your skin. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, dragging the lace down your legs and dropping them to the floor in a rather obscene gesture.

His mouth is back on your hips working his way to nuzzle at your folds, leaving open mouthed kisses and grazes of his teeth on your skin. His hands press against the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you wide. Joel’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight of you, pussy glistening in the dim light, the low growl that sounds in his chest shakes the bed and it takes all his restraint to take it slow, make it good for you.

“This all for me?” He rubs his thumb through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, circling the little bundle. You look down at him between your spread thighs and nod.

The sound you make when Joel flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt is unholy, and when he flicks his tongue against your clit you can’t help the way a hand reaches for his hair and tugs, nor can you help the sharp cry of his name.

Languid, is the word you’d use to describe the way Joel works at your cunt. Long, slow, lazy circles around your swollen clit, soft passes over the entrance to your cunt, not giving you more than that for what feels like hours. You catch on, quite quickly, that this is as much for Joel as it is for you, and you think he might be enjoying it the most.

Joel hums around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the arch of your back is violent, a stark contrast to Joel’s gentle movements, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb to muffle your scream.

“Don’t do that” a hand reaches up in the dark to pull your fist from your mouth, “wanna hear you” his breath is hot against your core, tongue lapping at you like a man starved.

You’re hot, skin prickly with a layer of sweat, hips rolling, pushing your soaked pussy into Joel’s face, your clit catching on his nose as he teases your entrance with his tongue.

“Jo-el” your voice is whiny to your own ears and your face heats at the sound “more, please more”

Joel lets out a hum at your request, bringing two thick fingers to slide into you and already you feel the intoxicating spark of your orgasm approaching. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and the feeling shoots straight to his cock.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, your grip in his hair painful even to you. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Joel”

You’re so close that when Joel crooks his fingers and continues his assault on your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You stiffen, hissing a “Yesss”through gritted teeth, hands clawing at the sheets and Joel’s hair.

“‘Atta girl” he coos around your clit “tha’s it baby” The sound of Joel’s voice is muffled by the ringing in your ears and when you open your eyes all you can see is stars, flashes of white clouding your vision.

Sensing his movement, you open your eyes and when they’ve adjusted to the darkness again, you can see the burly outline of Joel kneeling between your legs, his eyes drag down your body, fingers of his left hand gently caressing the bend of your knee. You sit up, reaching for his belt, tugging at the buckle. Joel watches as you pull his belt free, fingers ghosting over his length confined in the denim as you pull down the zip.

When your fingers dip inside to grasp him he can’t stop the choked “fuck” that escapes his throat. Pulling him free of his boxers, your jaw drops at the size, fuck he’s thick, so thick, and swaying heavily between his legs, dripping with precum. With hesitant fingers you run the pad of your thumb down his slit, smearing the fluid, stopping to rub your thumb on the underside of his head. Joel can’t help the jerky twitch of his hips at the stimulation. You take that as a positive, repeating the action once, twice more, before calloused hands still your movements. You look up to Joel, confusion clear on your face.

“Won’t last if you keep that up” Joel explains, his voice a whisper, vulnerability evident even in his low tone.

You release his length from your grasp, bringing your thumb coated in his arousal to your mouth, sucking tentatively. You don’t notice Joel watching you through hooded eyes, but he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking the offending fabric off as quick as his aching bones will let him.

Experienced hands lift your legs to hook over his hips as he settles himself between your thighs again. You can feel the thick length of Joel’s cock pressed firmly against you, sliding through the wetness left by his mouth and your orgasm as he ruts against you. It takes the entirety of Joel’s willpower to not fuck into you, coming back to himself, he remembers why he’s doing this.

“Gotta tell me if y’need to stop” he slurs against your temple and he feels you nod as he presses a soft kiss to your clammy skin. Joel rests the heavy weight of his cock against your entrance, running the head between your folds, bumping your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. He presses himself in to your tight heat and you feel like you’re being split open, wincing at the burn “I know, ‘m sorry darlin’, it won’t hurt for long promise”

Joel pushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face, big hands cupping your face, open mouth dragging against yours. He tries to distract you with wet kisses to your jaw but when he pushes himself deeper you cry out, hands flying to claw at his hips, stopping him from moving any further.

“We can stop” Joel mutters into your open mouth but you give a quick shake of your head

“No. I’m okay, I’ll be okay” The feeling is foreign, neither his fingers or tongue could’ve prepared you for the stretch of his cock, nor the desperate ache that settled deep inside you, the one you know only Joel can satisfy.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, and it’s taking everything in him to hold still

“Eyes on me darlin’” Joel orders as he pries your hand off his hip, entwines his fingers with yours, and pins your hand to the mattress. Your eyes meet through the darkness and there’s a softness in Joel’s eyes you wish you could bottle and keep.

You tense up in anticipation of Joel’s next movement, squeezing your cunt around Joel’s cock

“Fuckin’ Christ darlin’, y’gotta relax, just relax” you will your body to relax, to release the squeezing of your core, “that’s it, doin’ so good, you’re doin’ so good. Takin me so well” and yes, you keen at his praise, the throb of arousal in your stretched cunt is heavenly and Joel takes your moment of distraction to sink the rest of his length into you.

“Fuck” you whimper, the sharp stretch shocks you, eyes widening.

He shudders a breath above you, “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry”

“So big Joel. ‘T hurts” you practically sob and the sound breaks his heart in ways he didn’t expect. Joel breaks eye contact first, fixing his eyes on where you’re currently impaled on his cock. He moves to pull out but you tighten your thighs, keeping him still “No, don’t. Don’t wanna stop. Just give me a minute” you close your eyes and breath in deep through your nose, letting a shaky breath out.

“Touch yourself,” Joel orders, bringing your hand still clutching his to his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tongue before pressing your fingers against your clit “‘t’ll make you feel better”

You obey, stroking your bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your previous orgasm “that feel good?” He asks as you tighten involuntarily around him.

“Yes,” you pause for a moment, continuing to stroke at your clit. Warmth blooms under your fingers, arousal spreading through your body, loosening your muscles, the discomfort subsides, leaving behind a different kind of ache “can you move? Please”

The way you ask him, with your pleases and thank yous, still so polite despite the harsh world you live in, it’s innocent and sweet, and he loves it. It activates something primal in him, some deep desire to protect you, to please you. To pleasure you.

Joel settles his knees wide on the mattress, pulling his cock from your depths before pushing back in slowly, when you don’t stop him he repeats the action. “shit darlin’, so fuckin’ tight”, and he’s not wrong, the girth of his cock is stretching you in ways you’ve never been before, you can feel every vein, every ridge, every goddamn fucking inch as he works himself in and out of you. It’s steady, controlled, almost gentle, the way he rolls his hips, leaving enough space between you for your fingers to continue working your clit, not that you need the distraction anymore.

He could cum right there, your aching cunt absolute bliss around him. The whine that leaves your throat is of pleasure not pain and the tightness in his chest borders on uncomfortable. He’s done this before, he’s experienced, he’s had women screaming his name but nothing compares to the breathy sound of his name leaving your lips. You’re so sweet, eyes fluttering, fingers ghosting across the skin of his hips, the softness of his belly, the firm muscles of his chest and his broad shoulders.

You could pretend, wrapped up in Joel like this, that it’s not the end of the world, that this comfy bed in this nicely decorated house is yours and Joel’s. You pretend, just for a minute, as he’s fucking himself into you, that he’s yours. Your hands reaching to wrap around his back, nails scratching at the muscles working beneath the skin, it’s intimate.

You feel his pace falter, “‘m close darlin’” he mumbles into the thick air above you, “fuck, y’gotta come for me baby, come on” it sounds like he’s begging and you find that you quite like the sound of Joel begging, especially when he’s begging you to cum for him.

He can see you’re close, legs twitching, breathing heavy, he can feel the tell-tale flutters in your cunt and he knows “what d’ya need?” He pants, chasing your high, no care or regard for his own anymore, he just wants you to get there.

“Joel, I need mo-” he drives himself into you deeper, tilting his hips to rub his cock against your sweet spot. With fluttering eyes and heaving chest you whine a tight “that’s it” fingers working furiously at your clit, hips rocking down as you meet his thrusts “Joel, yes” you groan, the sound reverberating in your chest.

He feels your cunt squeeze him “tha’s it, good girl”, he needs to stop or he’ll cum but you don’t care, continuing to rock your hips, thrusting down forcefully against him, cock reaching deeper than you thought possible and you tense, muttering a “fuck” as you cum hard around him. You can’t comprehend that this is what it feels like, the violent quivering of your muscles, tight and squeezing. Fuck, you don’t want to let this feeling go, Joel’s cock buried so deep inside you it hurts, you never want to cum without this ever again.

Joel gives a few tight thrusts, “Shit, what a sight” He has to pull out, he can’t cum inside you, can’t take the risk but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls is dragging him kicking and screaming to the edge. You let out a breathy “inside Joel, inside,” the way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, but the way you moan the softest “please” has him cumming, cock twitching violently, hips rocking, pushing his release deeper.

His mouth meets yours roughly, ragged groans escaping between harsh kisses as he continues to pump inside you. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, beyond satisfied and completely drained but he still can’t break his lips from yours. The kiss is soft now, tender and lazy, something close to loving. His sweaty weight above you is grounding, bringing you back to reality.

Joel groans and drops his forehead to your chest, cock still buried deep you can sense his reluctance to part from you, you tangle your fingers in his hair, allowing him to rest against you. He stays for a minute or two before groaning, aging knees and shoulders protesting as he hovers over you.

He moves slowly, dragging his softening cock out from your over sensitive heat and you moan low in the back of your throat as he disappears, returning from the en-suite with a damp towel,

“There’s warm water” he mumbles as he wipes the towel gently between your legs. You hum contentedly, your tired body drowsy and dopamine drunk. You briefly think about the long hot shower you’re going to take in the morning when the bed dips next to you and Joel reaches for you, rolling you into his side, your head on his chest. If you had more energy you’d say something but the gentle caress of Joel’s thumb behind your ear and the slow thump of his heartbeat quickly has your eyes closing and your breath steadying.

“Was that” Joel pauses, what, good? All right? Just okay? he thinks it’ll kill him if it was bad for you

“Good, it was good” you offer him a soft smile “thank you”

“Christ darlin’ so fuckin’ polite” he can feel himself stirring again beneath the sheets, and fuck he’s depraved, he’s convinced you could make him cum just by saying please.

Joel must think you’re asleep and you feel it more than you hear it, his whispered admission of “love you” spoken into your hair as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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cinnamon-won · 9 months

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Stained | Enhypen Jungwon

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Description: jungwon doesn’t want to ruin the clothes that were given to him for the photoshoot, but he just couldn’t resist your touch

Warnings: sub!jungwon, dry humping, slight degradation/ humiliation, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc), use of whore once +lmk if there’s more

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Jungwon had never been one to feel possessive but there were moments when he just couldn’t help himself. How could he when he could see you just a few feet away from him getting close to Jake as you helped him put contact lenses in. Jungwon knew it wasn’t a big deal - Jake struggled with contacts so it made sense for a stylist to help him out, but seeing your face so close to Jake’s drove him crazy.

“Almost got it… just stay still…” you mumbled under your breath as you worked. When it was done, Jake thanked you and went to get a snack from the table. You turned around and made eye contact with Jungwon, noting his late change of expression when you faced him. Unfortunately for him, you noticed the jealousy before he could mask it with a smile.

“It’s time for the final shoot, should we do youngest to oldest?” Their manager suggested, ushering the boys out to the set. You followed quietly joining the other stylists on set.

“Can someone fix Jungwon’s hair?” The manager called. Upon hearing your boyfriend’s name, you jumped up and walked onto the set, pulling a comb out of your work belt.

“Not sure what I’m meant to be fixing, you already look gorgeous,” you whispered as you did your job. Jungwon blushed, averting his eyes. In a situation where you were so close to him, he would usually put his arms around you and hold you even closer but he couldn’t do that in front of these people.

“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?“

“W-what am I meant to say?“ Jungwon mumbled.

“A simple thank you for the compliment maybe,” you muttered, making sure no one could hear you. “Meet me by the store room when you’re done.”

You took a few steps away from him and announced that you were done before quickly running off set to rejoin your colleagues.

As the shoot began, you couldn’t take your eyes off Jungwon. He posed elegantly, the lighting showing off his perfect features. He had a deep, mysterious stare in each pose.

When the group photos were done, they began the solo shots, starting with Niki and going up. When it was Jungwon’s turn you wanted to stay and watch, but you were called to do something. When you finished you decided to go and wait by the store room for Jungwon to finish.

Jungwon finished his solo shoot and looked around, frowning when he couldn’t see your face. He then remembered what you told him and went to the meet up point.

“Hello…” he called. The corridor looked dim and scary, maybe y/n is pranking him.

Suddenly he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him into a corner. Before Jungwon could process, he was up against a wall, inches away from you.

“Did I scare you baby?” you chuckled, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Couldn’t you have picked a less haunted-looking area?”

“The more abandoned the better, right?” Jungown looked at you in confusion and you chuckled at his innocence.

“You looked so good in that photoshoot,” you whispered, hands leaving his shoulders and running down his torso. “So so good that I almost lost control over myself.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched when you reached his lower abdomen.

“Really?” He said but his voice came out as more of a squeak.

You hummed in response and decided to hover your hand lightly over his bulge. He whined quietly at the lack of proper contact, grabbing hold of your wrist and pressing your hand down over the bulge. It made you scoff.

“I’m being quite honest here, so… Wonnie, tell me why you couldn’t take your eyes off me either today,”

You snatched your hand away from his crotch area and waited for a response. Jungwon looked at you as he fought the urge to beg for your touch.

“You look pretty today too…” Jungwon mumbled.

“Is that all?”

“And… and I hate seeing you work on the other members,” he admitted with a pout.

“Ah so that’s why you were shooting daggers at Jake today,” You said with a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” He muttered.

“Well I think it’s cute. You want me to be only yours right?” You asked, placing your hand over his bulge again but this time in a more harsh manner. As you palmed him, you watched his expression change. “Answer me baby.”

“O-Only mine…” Jungwon moaned.

You leant forward and kissed him, the exchange being needy and sloppy. The sounds coming from Jungwon became more and more lewd as he stopped trying to keep quiet. He was lost in the pleasure he felt from simply grinding against your hand. He attempted to frantically undo the zipper of his pants but you smacked his hand away.

“Y/n please,” He muttered between high-pitched breaths. “I’m close.”

“So do it then,” you whispered against his neck, continuing to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin, but being careful not to leave any marks. That was for later.

“I-I can’t,” he whined, his legs beginning to tremble as he tried hard to control himself.

“Why not?”

“These c-clothes aren’t m-mine, they’re for the photoshoot!” he exclaimed. “Y/n please let me take them off first.”

“What’s the point?” You replied, sounding amused, making Jungwon look at you. “They’re already stained.”

Jungwon looked down as you removed your hand for a second to reveal a small wet patch from the precum. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “B-but these are-”

“Shhh… let it all out baby,” You whispered, teeth grazing against his earlobe. “Cum for me.”

“Y/n…” he moaned, grinding his lower half on your hand again and again.

“Clothes can be cleaned Wonnie, but you don’t want to go home without finishing, do you?” you teased. “I can stop now if you like… if you don’t want to ruin the clothes even more… but will you really be ok? I don’t think my baby boy could handle the rest of the photoshoot or the ride home.”

With each sentence your touch created more pleasure for Jungwon, teasing the outline of his dick and allowing the friction caused by the fabric to send him into overdrive.

“Go on Wonnie… you can do it,” you encouraged.

Jungwon pushed your hand away, grabbing your waist and grinding his body against yours desperately. Normally you might get angry if he was to act on his own accord, but his needy sounds were music to your ears.

It wasn’t long before Jungwon released into his pants and his body trembled. He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from the high.

When you both pulled away from each other, Jungwon looked down at the now much larger patch on his pants.

“What am I going to tell the stylists?” He complained, making you smile at his expense.

“That you’re a whore who got off from dry humping,” You chuckled, placing a finger on the outline of his tip. It sent shivers down Jungwon’s spine.

“Please no more,” he begged. “This is mortifying enough.”

“You forget that I’m on the styling team, I’ll take care of it so stop worrying,” you said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

When the two of you went back to the dressing room, you were lucky that no-one was there. You got Jungwon a fresh outfit and then fixed his make-up before sending him on his way.

Rather than going back to the set, you headed to the closet room where all the different outfits and makeup equipment were. As you tidied Jungwon’s ruined clothes away in the laundry box and busied yourself with other things, your colleagues returned to the room.

“They don’t even need our help to look good, we hardly need to fix them up on sets like these,” one of them said as they entered the room.

“Hey, y/n where did you run off to?”

“Stomach ache, thought it was best to get a break in before we start cleaning up and like you said, we’re not really needed on these types of shoots,” you said with a smile.

“What happened here?” Someone said, looking inside the laundry box. She picked up the folded pants and looked at the stain, eyes widening. “H-how…”

Since they were beginning to wrap up the shoot, Jungwon wanted to wait for you so that you could travel back together. As he was approaching the door to the stylists’ room, he stopped in his tracks when he heard the conversation.

“Didn’t Jungwon wear this outfit?” another said, and he instantly knew what they were talking about, so he stayed to listen. “Y/n didn’t you see him putting this in the laundry box?”

“It was already there when I came in,” you shrug. Since his cover was blown, you thought you should at least make sure they didn’t find out that you were the one that made it happen. Since you were facing the door, you noticed feet shuffling in an attempt to stay hidden, knowing immediately that it was Jungwon.

“We were supposed to reuse this outfit! How could he be so dirty?”

“It’s not a big deal, we can dry-clean it,” you replied.

“He could have at least waited… so filthy,” she said with a disappointed tone as she placed it back in the box.

“Hey it’s not that easy,” one of your male colleagues spoke up.

While they began arguing about ‘decency’, you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing your bag and jacket and slipping out of the door.

“You said you’d take care of it!” Jungwon complained as you two walked out of the now emptier building.

“I did try to hide it, but they found the clothes. That’s not my fault,” You shrugged, entering your car.

Jungwon sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Before you could start the car, you glanced at him, scanning his figure.

“Does it really bother you?” you asked. Jungwon didn’t respond. “Or did it turn you on?” You questioned, leaning across to grab his seatbelt for him. You made your movements slow on purpose, relishing his panic and the pink flush on his cheeks.

You pressed the seatbelt in and laughed. “It did turn you on, didn’t it!” you exclaimed.

“No!”

“Then what’s happening down there,” you argued, pointing at the hardening bulge. Jungwon’s hands flew to cover it up but his attempt was futile.

“You liked hearing them call you dirty… filthy…” you said, playing with the buckle on his belt.

“Maybe… I l-liked it,” Jungwon admitted.

“Should we continue this at my place?” you asked, to which he nodded feverishly.

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First time writing like this, but I had fun so let me know how it was :)

#cina🌙#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sub enhypen #enhypen x reader #sub jungwon #jungwon #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader

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sassycheesecake · 6 months

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Uncle!Osamu who has just having a regular day at his onigiri restaurant when the entrance doorbell chimes, followed by squeals of excitement of a twin pair, one boy, one girl.

The gray-eyed man looks at the direction of the voices, happy to see his niece and nephew again after not seeing them for almost two weeks.

The girl of the twin pair has dark brown hair and your eyes, while the boy has your hair color and hazel brown eyes.

Today, both of them are wearing matching MSBY training suits, a gift from uncle Hinata and uncle Bokuto.

As uncle!Osamu engulfs the five-year-olds in a big hug, his brother walks in, a tired look adorning his usual confident, cheeky expression.

Now Atsumu Miya, Setter of the MSBY Black Jackals looks like he hasn’t slept properly in a couple months.

He looks like he's been through hell and as a father, he is more than justified to look like hell.

After all, he was a child once and along with Osamu they both always got into trouble. His mother was a single parent and how she managed two raise two boys with a job all by herself without having to give up the twins for adoption is still a mystery to Atsumu.

As Osamu looks at his brother, he notices that the Setter's hair is unruly, he has dark circles under his eyes and is looking at his children with a scolding look on his face.

"I told ya brats a million times not ta run across the street when we go see uncle Samu. If ya get hit by a car, mommy will kill me and marry yer uncle instead."

"Would that be so bad?" Osamu grins in mischief at his twin, letting go of the kids, who apologize to their father with apologetic and guilty looks.

"Shut yer trap, I am too tired ta deal with ya right now. I came ta ask for a favor." Atsumu trots over to the bar stools in front of the counter, ignoring the hushed whispers of excitement from some of the costumers.

"Don’t curse in front of yer kids, they’ll pick up that habit. What do ya want?" Osamu turns around to prepare some lunch for his niece and nephew.

"Can ya watch the kids this weekend? I have been wantin' some alone time with (Y/N) and these little shits interrupt every damn time." The blonde leans over the counter and quietly hisses at the ravenette.

"Sorry, but no." Osamu declines.

"Please, please, pweeeeeaaaaaase can ya watch ‘em this weekend? I can’t even remember the last time I had sex with (Y/N)! And my dick is about to fall off from the pent up frustration of games, takin’ care of the kids and tryin’ ta get alone time with my wife!"

Osamu huffs annoyed at his plea, he already has plans for the weekend, sleeping in, to be more precise.

"Welcome to family life. I can’t Tsumu. I already have plans." The ravenette explains, giving each of the twins a pair of grilled salmon cream cheese onigiris, your favorite and also the twins’.

"Oh yeah? What do ya have planned huh? Ya got no marriage, no kids, no responsibilities, if I remember correctly. I call bullshit." Atsumu stares at his brother with a skeptical expression, seeing that Osamu is walking to the back, he decides to follow after him into the back, telling his offspring to stay put.

"I really want ta sleep in this weekend and I have been wantin’ to ask that girl out from the book store down the street. The brunette I told ya about?" Osamu takes a few bags of rice and hands it to his brother, who takes them without hesitation.

"The only thing that’s in my memory department right now is the Paw Patrol intro theme song, along with ‘We don’t talk about Bruno’ in like 15 different languages."

To be honest, Osamu is glad that he doesn’t have kids yet.

Taking two more bags, both brothers make their way to the kitchen area, where Osamu starts up a few new batches of cooked rice.

Atsumu also puts the rice bags down, staring almost pleadingly at his brother.

"Do ya want me ta go down on my knees for ya and beg? I ain’t asking for much, just please, watch them this weekend. Just one weekend. I really need it and so does Atsumu junior."

"Please don’t talk about yer dick in my product storage, ya will ruin my food." Osamu scoffs in disgust.

"Seriously, what do I gotta do ta make ya watch 'em? Name it." Atsumu keeps trying to persuade his brother.

Osamu pretends to think and after watching his brother who looks so desperate it's almost funny, sighs in defeat and agrees to watch the little rascals this weekend.

"Fine, I'll watch 'em this weekend but ya owe me. That was ma only free weekend in a while."

"Whatever ya want bro, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Atsumu jumps up and down in excitement like a little kid and hugs his brother while he jumps and down.

"Get off of me, ya dumb idiot. I'll said I'll watch 'em for a weekend, not adopt them." Osamu shoves his brother off and straightens out his cooking uniform.

Atsumu literally glows in excitement and happiness and immediately calls his wife, walking back out to check on his children.

As Osamu watches him leave, he sighs deeply.

What have I gotten myself into?

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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Nacho Business (a Next Door Boy tale)

When Brent and I took that photo together, we hadn’t switch bodies just yet. In Sierra Vista, there were not many opportunities to be hired in well-paying jobs, especially as a Latino American. So when Brent offered me a job and didn’t hesitate to stand beside me as equal human beings, I accepted with a smile on my face.

Brent was the manager of the gas station and had worked his way to the top since he was teen. He was a good leader and spent many hours at work and many more at the gym. He knew he looked good, but it was part of his image.

I was hired to many stay in the backrooms. In this conservative part of town, I as a brown-skinned resident had to avoid intimidating the sensitive customers. But my work ethic and leadership skills didn’t go unnoticed by management. Brent gave me more responsibilities and eventually I was assistant manager. We handled the store well. Of course, matters of race always deferred to him. If a customer couldn’t converse with me without dipping into casual racism, Brent stood up to the plate and shouldered the responsibility. Not only was his race a help, but also his charisma and built body. He could smooth talk any woman down.

Eventually it came to light that Brent was skimming money off the top of business. Higher ups came down harder than a heatwave in the desert. They gave him an ultimatum: resign or face a lawsuit.

Brent tried his hardest to fight back. He claimed he was the face of the store. No one would shop there when a Mexican was in charge. And I realized his kindness was a mask. He saw me nothing more than my race.

But the owners of a multi-billion dollar franchise wouldn’t passively let a racist prick steamroll them with threats. They offered me the position of being the face of the store, and when I accepted, they forced the agency Next Door Boy to do a permanent swap of me and Brent.

I didn’t think they meant I would be the literal face of the store. I wore Brent for over a year now. I take more time off after becoming him. I love heading to the gym and bench pressing a fuck ton of weight. I get compliments from guys all the time. I never liked Brent’s douche bag tats, but it helps with picking up the ladies. With my managerial skills, I managed to get the store into top shape. I donate money to various charities around town. It’s my aim to reduce the racial troubles around here, and while I get to reap the benefits of the white lifestyle, I still try my beset to help Brent in my body.

It’s really despicable what they did to Brent. They practically wiped his mind clear. He lost most of his mathematical talent, literacy, and confidence. He acts the part of the uneducated, timid Hispanic worker. I try my best to help him. We go out for drinks and hang out playing pool. He gets crap occasionally for being Latino, but I manage to protect him. He practically worships me since he only vaguely knows he used to be me. He had begged me for his body back, but it’s out of my hands. I catch him checking me out when I change into my employee uniform, but I don’t think he’s gay. He must be dreaming of these biceps or the six pack abs he worked so hard on. A few times he tried to lecture me on how to run the store. I told him it wasn’t his business. A few of the other employees jokingly tell him “nacho business.” They don’t mean it maliciously, and I find myself saying it too. I feel maybe I’ve lost myself in this white hunk. Maybe I will ask the company to give Brent his intelligence back. That way I don’t feel so guilty.

#possession #racial change #male body possession #a next door boy tale #next door boy #takeover #mental change #male body exhibit

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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The top of your blog says you're still taking requests,no pressure though of course: Eddie lives through the events of s4 and heals in the hospital, his name is cleared, Eddie spends his time with his uncle and his friends, plays games. He notices that Steve sort of remains on the back burner, shows up to little gatherings but keeps himself at a distance, busies himself with small tasks. Keeps the focus on Eddie, and is content to sort of stare at everyone, and not join in. Eddie gets worried and asks Robin whats up with Steve, why does he keep just standing in the corner or the kitchen smiling instead of joining in, I think he's bumming the kids out, Robin. And she has to calmly, and frightfully, remind him that Steve died over spring break. What are you talking about he's right there! I'd love a Ghost Steve who doesn't want to move on, wants to stay with his family. Doesn't want to be alone. Eddie is the only one who can see him at first(?)

OKAY SO THIS WAS SAD AS SHIT AND I LOVE THIS PREMISE. I especially love it because I have read A LOT of ghost Eddie fics, some where he was actually dead and some where it was a weird Upside Down thing and he was alive. I'm a big believer in happy endings so I went full speed ahead with the latter option for Steve. But since you requested ghost Steve not wanting to move on, I had to switch it up a bit to where Eddie couldn't just let it go. Still plenty of sad, but I had to make it hopeful and happy at the end because I am me. - Mickala ❤️

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While Eddie was in the hospital, it felt like he was in a bubble. His uncle was the only one allowed to visit for the first week, and then the kids were able to come by when his name was cleared.

They weren’t themselves, a cloud of sadness around them, but that was to be expected with everything that had happened.

Dustin, especially, clung to him more than he expected.

He figured it would be rough, he did almost die, after all, but this was on another level.

Dustin was with him every day for hours, sometimes had to be dragged out by his mom who understood, but only in the way a person who doesn’t know about the Upside Down could.

Robin came by sometimes, a haunted look on her face, none of her usual energy anywhere to be seen.

He managed to get her to crack a small smile twice.

When he left the hospital, things somehow felt worse.

The government had provided him and Wayne a new trailer, nowhere near the trailer park, even managed to get Wayne a new truck since Eddie’s van had been destroyed and Wayne’s truck was on its last leg for the last year.

His name was cleared, but that didn’t mean people changed their mind about him.

He mostly stayed at home, didn’t even attempt to go to the store with Wayne or anywhere but Dustin’s house or the Byers’.

The kids started begging for normalcy in whatever ways they could: meeting up for movie night, bringing Hellfire back, dinner at the Byers’ house.

Eddie was on board with it, wanted to put everything in the past just as much as they did.

He went to movie night, at Robin’s house while her parents were out of town instead of at Steve’s.

Steve, who hadn’t visited him once while he was in the hospital, hadn’t made it to any hangouts with the kids, apparently was coping with everything by ignoring everyone.

Eddie would have to do something about it soon because the kids were clearly missing him.

Movie night was okay, but he decided to have the next one at his house.

He told Dustin to let everyone know, didn’t think he had to be specific about everyone.

Steve didn’t show up on time, which was unusual since he was usually Dustin and Lucas’ ride. They rode with Nancy and Mike.

Everyone settled in, Eddie started the movie and passed out popcorn, waved goodbye to Wayne on his way out the door to his night shift.

Everything felt okay, but without Steve, it didn’t feel right.

Eddie could admit to himself he had a crush on him. He had one on him in high school, but that was easy to ignore when he was an asshole.

Now, he knew Steve was a good guy, protected these kids and Robin and Nancy with his life and didn’t hesitate even when he should.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore, he realized that while he was in the hospital. It was full blown feelings. Love.

Eddie sat in Wayne’s recliner in the corner, keeping an eye on everyone through the movie. He glanced over to the kitchen and saw movement, but didn’t think anything of it.

They paused the movie halfway through for bathroom breaks and refills on snacks and drinks, and Eddie followed all the kids into the kitchen to get his own beer.

He was startled when he turned the corner and saw Steve smiling at him from the corner.

He didn’t want to say anything, figured the kids had already said hello and he was just letting them get their stuff first.

But it was kind of weird that he’d come in the backdoor of a trailer he’d never visited when he easily could have come in the front door. Eddie watched as Steve leaned against the wall of the kitchen, watching everyone move around without saying anything.

It was weird, especially because the smile seemed to transform from a genuine one to a sad one quickly.

He didn’t want to draw attention to it, didn’t know how much Steve let the kids see usually, so he turned to grab his own snack from the counter.

Robin was standing there, staring at him, eyebrows pinched together.

“What were you looking at?”

“Uh,” Eddie glanced back over and saw Steve frowning now. “Steve? Looking like a kicked puppy in the corner?”

Robin’s face went from confused to worried in a millisecond.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Steve.” Eddie gestured towards where Steve was still standing, but now he looked panicked, like he wanted to interrupt. “Please feel free to make me not look insane, Steve.”

Robin glanced over to the corner, then back at Eddie, tears in her eyes.

“Eddie,” she said, voice sad, like she was about to break the worst news in the world to him. Then, she did. “Steve died. Remember? We had to leave him.”

That can’t be right. He could’ve sworn Steve was there when he was being pushed through the gate, when he gained just enough consciousness to look around and take inventory of the people around him. Steve was there.

“When did he die? He was at the…with the bats…he was at the trailer…right?”

Eddie looked back in the corner and saw Steve looking down at the floor.

And then Robin was pulling him into a hug.

“Nobody told you. They were supposed to tell you. And we-” she let out a sob. “We just haven’t talked about it. It’s hard to. Last time we tried, Dustin had to be given anxiety meds. I’m sorry, Eddie. He’s gone.”

She was crying through the explanation, almost too much for him to understand what she was saying.

But he watched as Steve wiped at his eyes in the corner.

Like he was crying. Like he was there.

He knew Robin wasn’t lying, she would never lie about something like this, and it would explain a lot of the behavior of everyone and Steve’s absence up until this point.

“Robbie, I-” Eddie didn’t know if it would help or hurt her to know he could see Steve right now. He made a decision based on the way Steve was watching them now, his eyes wide and sad, like he would be crying if he could. “I can see him right now.”

Robin pulled away, looked at him, then over at the corner.

“Right now? He’s there right now?”

Eddie nodded.

“Can you hear him say anything?”

“No, he hasn’t said anything. I don’t think he can.”

Steve was still just staring at them, and Eddie knew he was stuck.

If he was truly dead, he wasn’t moving on the way people do. If he wasn’t dead, then something super weird was happening and he would have to get help from everyone.

But he didn’t want to involve the kids, not for this. Because if Steve was dead, like they thought, and they went through the trouble of trying to find him, they’d be hurting all over again.

But if he wasn’t.

“Robin, were you sure he was dead? No pulse or breathing, no movement?”

Robin’s eyes widened.

“I mean, I guess as sure as we could be with how rushed and emotional we were? Nancy couldn’t find a heartbeat and he wasn’t moving, and we waited as long as we could, but he didn’t wake up. Do you think he isn’t dead?”

Steve was watching them, his fingers tapping against his arms that were crossed over his chest.

“How long can someone survive down there?”

“Eddie, look. I already talked to Hopper about it. He said even if somehow Steve managed to survive his injuries, they were bad enough that he would have probably been found by something and attacked. And even if he survived that, he’s been down there without food and water and clean oxygen for a month. The fact that Will survived a week was a miracle.”

He didn’t push. He could hear it in Robin’s voice that she’d already thought of every possible outcome, probably even tried to plan a rescue mission at some point.

She couldn’t take the disappointment either.

Eddie dropped it for now, but he watched as Steve watched him.

He just had a feeling that this was more complicated than Steve being dead.

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He let himself mourn that night.

While he didn’t feel like Steve was dead, he knew that no matter what, Steve had been missing from all their lives for a month.

He cried for hours, he cried for Steve, for Dustin, for Robin, for Max, for everyone who Steve loved so much that he died for them.

Himself included.

Because that’s what it came down to: Steve died protecting them.

They all took a risk, but Steve paid the price.

It wasn’t fair. The guy who put everyone first was the first one gone.

Eddie finally fell asleep, but it was restless. He kept getting flashes of Steve in his dreams, his face bloody, his body bloody, his screams loud.

Which was weird for a lot of reasons, one of them being that he didn’t know what injuries Steve even had when he died. The ghost he saw in his kitchen earlier had just been Steve, not bloodied or broken or scared.

When he managed to get up, he went through the motions of his day: brush his teeth, shower, eat breakfast, do his stretches, play guitar, eat lunch, clean up, talk to Wayne.

But by dinner, he felt like he had to do something. He had to figure out why he felt this buzzing energy around him.

He waited until Wayne left to get their dinner at the diner and bring it home, then he called Robin.

“Robin, is there a gate open somewhere?”

“Seriously, Eddie.”

“I just need to know! Maybe you’re right, in fact, you probably are. But what if you aren’t? What if he’s stuck down there? What if he’s too hurt to find a way back here?”

Robin was silent, but Eddie didn’t let that deter him.

“I know you guys were pretty sure. And I know you wouldn’t have left if you didn’t believe he was dead. But you said yourself you were emotional and overwhelmed and feeling rushed because of everything happening. It’s not that far of a stretch to believe that he could be alive.”

“Eddie.”

Her voice was broken.

She didn’t want to believe him.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Okay.”

“I know it’s hard. It’ll get easier, I hope. His parents just sold the house, and his car, so. He’s gone. We have to accept that.”

“Okay.”

But it wasn’t okay.

He hung up with Robin, promised he would try to get some sleep, take care of himself. It was a lie.

He ate dinner with Wayne, pretended he was doing alright, pretended he didn’t still hear the echoes of Steve’s screams in his head.

Wayne left early for work, claimed he was picking up some overtime due to them being short staffed still after the quake. He said he wouldn’t be home until nine the next morning.

Eddie nodded and pretended to head to his room for the night.

He did a lot of pretending until he was alone.

Then, he got on the phone with El.

El had gotten attached to him while Max was in a coma, stopping by to talk to him after she’d spent an hour or so with Max. She saw him as a cool older brother, especially when she realized Hopper wasn’t his biggest fan.

“I need to know if there’s a gate open.”

“Eddie, I do not know if I can help with that,” El responded slowly, carefully.

“What if I say it’s for a really good reason?”

“I am sure it is, but I promised Dad I would not open one.”

“But what if there’s one already open?”

“There is not. I would feel it.”

Eddie sighed. He didn’t want to make El break a promise, but this was worth it.

He knew Hopper would forgive her and him if he was right.

“Has Will mentioned feeling anything weird?”

Sometimes Will felt things that even El couldn’t, usually things happening only in the Upside Down. Everyone’s running theory was that it was because of the time he spent down there.

“No, he just feels the usual.”

“What’s the usual?”

“It is just there. Sometimes it is more there than other times.”

“And right now? It isn’t more than other times?”

“I think it is just always more than other times since Vecna.”

Hm. That could be something.

“Why does it feel like more sometimes?”

“It is hard to say. Sometimes it is nothing, sometimes it is because something is moving and trying to get out.”

“Is it always a creature?”

“It always was before.”

“El, I think Steve’s alive.”

There, he said it. He said it to someone who could probably actually help him, who would would help him if she believed him.

“Why do you think that? They said he was not breathing.”

“I know, but, look. Robin even said that they were being rushed and were crying and could have missed something.”

“But it has been a month.”

“I saw him. In the kitchen.” He hated saying this to one of the kids. They all loved Steve so much and if he was wrong, he really didn’t want this to hurt her. “At movie night. He was there, but only I could see him. Robin said maybe it was a ghost, but it seemed too real.”

“It was Steve?”

“Even if he’s de-,” Eddie stopped. “Gone. If his body is where it was left, it should be put to rest here. And if it isn’t, and he’s alive, then we can save him.”

“But we will get caught.”

“Not if we do it tonight. Hopper works nights this week, right?”

“Yes.”

“So he won’t be home to know you’re gone. Will is over at Dustin’s. Jonathan is so high, he won’t notice you’re gone. Joyce will be asleep by ten. You can sneak out.”

“What if you get hurt? I cannot go down there.”

That was a valid concern.

They defeated Vecna, and the Mindflayer hadn’t been a problem since, but that didn’t mean the other creatures weren’t still prowling around down there.

Out of all of them, he had the least experience with them, and she had every right to be worried.

“I can handle it. I’ll bring Steve’s bat.”

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He met El in the woods behind the cabin they were staying in. Hopper had redone it, adding two bedrooms and a bathroom so they could all fit more comfortably.

They silently hugged and kept walking further, away from any chance of being seen or heard.

El warned him that opening the gate was risky in other ways too. She had a lot of control over her powers, but sometimes using this much strength would leave her too tired to close it again, and they couldn’t leave a gate open for longer than it took for Eddie to get in, check for Steve, and get out.

They also ran the risk of her using a little too much power and making a gate that was too big for her to close at all.

But these were risks Eddie deemed worth it, and with some convincing, El did too.

They found a small clearing, big enough to make a gate that Eddie could fit through.

He didn’t let himself stop to think about the last time he was being pushed through a gate, how he was bleeding out and barely breathing. He only thought about how Steve was down there, dead or alive, and didn’t deserve to be.

“Are you ready?” El asked him, her hands digging into the earth below her.

“Ready.”

“Two hours. If you are not back in two hours, I call Hopper.”

That was the deal. That was the only way she agreed to do this.

He knew if it came down to him being gone for more than two hours, he’d probably be grateful to see Hopper.

“Got it.”

El nodded and closed her eyes.

The ground started shaking, Eddie held back the panic, and suddenly El was staring up at him, blood dripping from her nose, smiling.

The ground had opened between them, just big enough for Eddie to slip through, small enough for El to cover with sticks and leaves if someone came looking before their time was up.

“You will come back in two hours.”

“Sure thing, supergirl. With Steve, hopefully.”

“With Steve,” she added with a small smile.

Eddie didn’t think anymore.

He dropped himself down, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach when everything turned upside down on him.

He didn’t let himself hesitate, even though he wanted to.

He had a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time, and if Steve was alive, he could be anywhere.

But he walked towards where Robin and Nancy had left him. It would at least confirm if he was dead, his body hopefully would still be there if so.

It was only two miles, but Eddie was never a very fast runner. The first mile went surprisingly well, much faster than he expected to be able to do it. But during mile two, he felt his legs shaking.

He was still technically healing, the physical therapy stretches he did every morning further proof that he still had a long way to go before he was completely recovered.

But he pushed through it, knowing that the way back would be worse and he couldn’t waste time now.

But when he got to the area between the Creel house and the trailer park, he saw no sign of Steve, or anything for that matter.

There weren’t even vines or dead creatures around.

He tried to remain calm.

Steve had been alive when they left him here.

He may not be now, but he had been.

That felt worse.

He pushed that aside and decided to run to the trailer park.

Steve wouldn’t have gone in the direction of the Creel house, and he wouldn’t have wandered aimlessly no matter how much blood he’d lost.

He would have gone to the place he knew they would be in hopes the gate was still open.

The trailer park had always been kind of eerie, even in broad daylight, so the Upside Down version was downright horrific.

Eddie ran directly to his old trailer, hoped that somehow Steve found shelter here.

It looked worse than what he remembered, blood on the floor from when they were half dragging, half carrying him after being a meal for the bats.

The door had been kicked in at some point, and he wasn’t sure how or when that could have happened after they left.

He almost didn’t want to know unless-

He could hear movement in the back bedroom. His bedroom.

It could be anything. Wind blowing through a broken window, a creature he wasn’t entirely prepared to kill, Steve.

God, he hoped it was Steve.

He slowly walked towards the bedroom, his hands shaking where they were holding on tight to the bat.

The door was open a few inches, and he could hear the movement more clearly.

It sounded like someone was in bed, shifting in the sheets.

Holy shit.

He pushed the door open.

Holy shit.

“Steve!”

Eddie dropped the bat and ran to the bed, only stopping himself from jumping onto it when he saw the blood.

There was a lot, though most of it looked old, like maybe Steve had crawled here and then couldn’t quite find his way back out.

Steve was pale. It was dark, and hard to make out a lot of details, but he could see that he was deathly pale.

“Steve?”

“Eddie?”

“Holy shit, Jesus Christ, Steve. Where are you bleeding from?”

“Um, I think my leg? And my stomach.”

His voice was raspy, sort of nasally like he was coming down with a cold. Could you catch a cold from being down here? Probably.

Eddie’s hands hovered over the sheets, ready to move them so he could try to help, when Steve suddenly turned on his side and threw up.

“Shit. Hold on, let me help you sit up.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

Steve was crying, and Eddie didn’t know what to do.

He took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to apologize, Stevie. I’m sorry you’ve been stuck here. Can I check your heartbeat?”

Eddie needed to see if it was ridiculously fast or slow, needed to determine how quickly he had to move them out of here, if he could take a few extra minutes to try to patch him up or if he just had to put him on his back and run.

Steve held his wrist towards him and Eddie quickly found his pulse.

He counted like a kind nurse showed him while he was in the hospital, filed away for future emergencies so he could be useful.

“It’s a little fast, but I think that’s normal for the situation. Let’s get you up and we can go.”

“Go how?”

“You can hop on my back.”

“I-”

“Steve, it’s not up for debate. You’re coming back with me and I don’t care if it means I break my back.”

Steve nodded once, his eyes closing as if he was just too exhausted to fight.

Eddie was sure he was.

Even if he managed to sleep here, it couldn’t have been well. It’s hard to rest when you know scary monsters are just outside the door.

“Tired,” Steve said, almost like he could read Eddie’s mind.

Hell, maybe he could after spending so much time down here.

Something to test later.

He checked his clock. Still had almost an hour and a half to get back to the gate.

“Have you had anything to eat or drink lately?”

“Found some water four days ago I think? Maybe five. Managed to stretch it until yesterday. Food’s been gone for days.”

How was he not passed out?

“How much of this blood is yours?”

“All of it.”

Awesome.

Eddie felt his forehead. He had a fever.

Even more awesome.

He probably had infections, which can be treated if you get them taken care of quickly, but he could have had them for weeks by now.

Cool.

“Alright, on three, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. I’m gonna lift, and I just need you to try to keep leaning forward while I get you on my back.”

“Mkay.”

“And you cannot close your eyes. You hear me, Steve?”

Steve didn’t answer.

“Sweetheart, I need you to talk to me.”

“Mhm. Eyes stay open.”

“And mouth keeps moving. Alright,” Eddie helped him out a bit by placing his arms around his neck. “One…two…three.”

He lifted, and huffed out a sharp breath when his ribs started aching almost immediately.

“Okay?” Steve whispered against his neck.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Eddie let himself take one calming breath, just enough to get himself back on track. “Talk to me.”

“Hurts.”

“I know, love, but I need to know you haven’t passed out,” Eddie said sympathetically.

“Wanna hold your hand.”

God, okay. He could handle that.

He could.

“Okay, one hand for a minute. I need them both to hold you up though.”

He moved one hand up to his chest, where Steve’s hands were sort of dangling. He let his thumb run along the side of Steve’s hands, then Steve grabbed it and squeezed, surprising strength behind it.

“Is Dustin okay?”

Jesus Christ, this guy was half dead and still asking if others were okay.

“Yeah, he’s doing okay. Misses you, though.”

“Miss him.”

“Max is gonna be mad you came back from the dead in a more impressive way than her.”

“She can win.”

Eddie let out a laugh and tugged his hand back to adjust Steve on his back.

They had barely made it out of the trailer park and Eddie’s legs were shaking. He could do it though, he had no choice.

“How long?” Steve asked.

“A month.”

“Robin?”

“She’s hurting. She thought I was crazy. Didn’t wanna come because she didn’t wanna see you like she left you.”

“Not dead though.”

“Nope, not unless dead people can talk down here.”

Steve’s breath was hot against his neck, tickling him and sending chills down his back.

“You?”

“What about me?”

“Hurt?”

Steve’s voice was getting more strained, like he was doing his best to still talk but it was causing a lot of pain for him to do so.

“I was really hurt, yeah.”

“Still?”

“Not as much. Just a little.”

“Love me?”

Eddie knew he was losing it. The pain, the dehydration and hunger, the deliriousness. Steve didn’t have a clue what he was saying.

“What?”

“You love me?”

“Um.”

Steve squeezed his legs around Eddie’s hips.

“Came back. Love me.”

When it was put like that, yeah, Eddie guessed it seemed kind of obvious.

“Just a little.”

He could sense the eyeroll Steve wanted to give, but didn’t quite have the energy.

“I saw you. In my kitchen. Were you there?”

“Dunno.”

“Did you dream about it?”

“Just you. Kids. Robin. Missed you.”

“We all missed you.”

Eddie was making more progress, his determination to get Steve medical attention far outweighing any weakness or pain he was feeling.

“Ow.”

“What hurts, sweetheart?”

“Stomach.”

“Bites?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie could feel where the blood was soaking through his shirt, but he knew it wasn’t so much that he couldn’t at least make it through the gate before bandaging it up. He’d made it this long with them out, another 30 minutes wouldn’t kill him.

Hopefully.

Steve was quiet again, but he was breathing against Eddie’s neck steadily, so he didn’t push.

“Man, you won’t believe the place they gave me and Wayne. It’s got two bedrooms. And we have a whole kitchen instead of just a small counter area with a stove and fridge. Maybe you can cook us dinner when you’re better, you know, as a thanks for rescuing you.”

“Not a good cook.”

“I don’t believe that. Robin said you made her chicken parmesan from scratch for her birthday.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, so chicken parmesan, my kitchen, soon.”

“Soon.”

They were close, creeping into the edge of the woods, and Eddie was trying not to panic at Steve’s silence.

“Stevie, just a few more minutes. Tell me about the first thing you wanna do when you’re back.”

“Mmm.” Steve’s head rolled back and forth like he was trying to focus. “Kiss you.”

“That can be arranged. What else?”

“Hug Dustin. Love him.”

“Yeah, he could use that.”

“Hug Robin. Love her.”

“She could use that, too.”

“Hug you, love you.”

He wouldn’t hold Steve to this, he wouldn’t. But it would hurt so much when Steve forgot about this whole conversation.

He bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, I could use that.”

Steve’s lips were pressed against his neck, most likely accidental, but Eddie let himself pretend for a moment it was a kiss.

When he reached the gate, he whistled to get El’s attention.

“Oh! Eddie, is that…”

“He’s alive. Really hurt and needs water and food. I need to get him through.”

El was prepared with everything and it only took a couple of minutes for them to get through the gate, Steve whimpering slightly as they moved him around.

“You were right.”

El seemed surprised, like she had only done this to give Eddie closure. She hadn’t expected Steve to be alive.

“He loves me,” Steve said.

El looked at Eddie, then at Steve, then back to Eddie.

“You love him?”

“I do. And I’ll love him a lot more if he stays alive. We have to get him to the hospital.”

“I can call Hopper?”

“Tell him to meet us at the cabin with an ambulance.”

“Jus’ need sleep.”

Eddie looked at Steve, mouth open in disbelief.

“You’re going to the hospital.”

“Sleep.”

“I’m not arguing with you. You can barely form a sentence. You’re going to the hospital.”

“You come?”

“I won’t leave your side.”

Eddie put him on his back again so he could walk towards the cabin, hopeful that Hopper wouldn’t ask a lot of questions until they got Steve taken care of.

“He is on his way!” El yelled from the porch, Joyce coming up behind her, hair a mess from being asleep.

When she saw Steve, her eyes widened and she nearly tripped running down the stairs.

“Oh God, Steve! Honey, are you okay? Of course not, you can’t even walk. You’re bleeding!”

“Mrs. Byers, can you get him some water maybe please?”

“Yes! Oh my God!”

She was running back up the stairs, mumbling to herself the whole way.

El giggled as she watched.

Eddie loved her.

He could hear sirens in the distance, and he hoped he would be able to ride with Steve.

He shouldn’t have to be alone anymore.

Steve’s eyes were closed, but Eddie kept his fingers on his pulse, making sure he didn’t have any changes while the sirens got closer.

Hopper’s patrol car arrived first, barely in park before Hopper was jumping out and running to where Eddie was cradling Steve.

Joyce came out with the water and handed it to Eddie.

“Dammit, why would you go down there alone? You know the rules.”

Eddie ignored him, just focused on getting some water past Steve’s lips.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Just a few sips.”

Steve’s lips moved, then he swallowed some of the water.

“There ya go. Good job.”

Hopper was watching in silence now, Joyce with her arm around him.

Eddie knew they were wondering how the hell they would ever get over leaving Steve behind.

The ambulance pulled up next, EMTs rushing out and asking Eddie question after question.

He had to keep it simple: found him in the woods, must’ve been out there since the quake with the injuries and level of dehydration. They took him at his word.

When they loaded Steve up, they let Eddie in only because Hopper insisted.

“I’ll be right behind you.”

And he was.

Eddie kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, but he could see the lights of Hopper��s police car in the window next to him.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open a few times as they hooked him up to oxygen and an IV, kept checking his vitals.

Eddie smiled at him each time, made sure he knew he was there and he loved him.

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It was two days before Steve woke up again.

The wounds weren’t bad, but they were infected, which was why they kept randomly bleeding despite not being very deep.

The infection was actually the worst of it, but it had potential to be life threatening if they couldn’t get it under control.

They pumped him full of pain relievers and antibiotics, fluids and nutrients.

Eddie sat by his bed the whole time.

None of the kids were allowed in yet, doctor’s and Hopper’s orders, but he heard Dustin in the hall multiple times a day giving it his best shot.

Robin hadn’t come by yet. Eddie knew she felt guilty, immensely so. She left her best friend down there, suffering, and didn’t even think to double check when it was safe to do so.

Eddie didn’t blame her, and he knew Steve wouldn’t either, but Robin would.

But when Steve’s eyes finally opened, bloodshot and glassy from his IV concoction, he smiled at Eddie.

“Love me?”

“Just a little.”

He fell back asleep a few minutes later, holding Eddie’s hand like a lifeline.

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It took another four days before the doctors said he could be around others. His infection symptoms had gotten better and they believed the worst was over.

Eddie called Robin and told her to bring Dustin, no arguing. Steve was asking for them.

It wasn’t a lie, but he may have exaggerated it slightly just to get them here.

And when they did show up, everyone cried.

Robin collapsed next to the bed while Dustin folded himself against Steve the moment he was given permission to.

Eddie just watched from his chair, took in the way Steve comforted them despite the fact he was still in the hospital after spending a month alone in the Upside Down.

That was just who Steve was.

It probably wasn’t healthy, but it’s why Eddie loved him. Just a little.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #temporary character death #ficlet #request #angst #happy ending

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Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

#dexter morgan #dexter showtime #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader #send help #i want him #dead dove do not eat

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Disclaimer: it's totally your fault this time you told me you were on holiday and my goblin brain immediately went: mustsharethis

Ok so in the movie Hangman and Co. throw Maverick out of the Hard Deck right? And then have that Oh fuck me look when he walks up into class the next day all smirky.

Ok so hear me out: what if, you bumped into Cyclone not knowing who he was? (I know i know even if you didn't, he'd still probably know but just for the SAKE OF IT) And there's a hella lot of flirting, touchy feely, maybe a game of pool, maybe something more. And then Cyclone walks into class next day and he's the fucking Admiral and your heart drops like F U C K me and then your eyes get wide as you realize: HE ALREADY DID

*dun dun dun* xD

Okay, I have had a bit of a day so sorry for the delay in response but I needed time to process this goodness.

So you totally bump into him somewhere fairly innicent because I don't think he's the going out type?

I feel like it would start a little meet cute-y like maybe you meet him at the store, you're pushing around a cart that you've filled with few food items like a sandwich and some crisps and you're going into the wine aisle (never know how to spell that word). Do wine aisles even exist in the US? I live in France so we have wine up the wazoo and you can find it everywhere. You reach for your favourite bottle of wine, the last one on the shelf, when another hand reaches for it too. You look up to see the finest man you have ever seen. He's a older than you, salt and pepper hair, gorgeous eyes, the whole shebang, you know. I mean instant attraction.

You let him have it, obviously. But he doesn't budge. "Never had it before, is it any good?" He ask, and you reply it's your favourite. He hums, "It would be a shame not to share it then, right?," he asks and obviously you agree. So, you get your stuff and walk back to his.

The evening starts innocently enough, even though you both know where it's going, you order pizza, have some wine and eventually you work up the courage to kiss him. He's a fairly shy kisser, because I imagine it's been a hot minute, but maybe you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug a little and he goes wild.

Suddenly, he's all over you, kissing from your neck down to your chest and then down between your legs. And LET ME TELL YOU my friend, he may be a shy kisser but he is not shy about what he's doing now!! The man can use his tongue!! You're cumming embarassingly fast but he doesn't seem to mind because he keeps going until you beg him for something more. He flips you around so you're bent over a surface and unbuckles his belt with one hand while the other just goes to town on your arse, kneading and spanking your cheek until it's nice and red.

Once the trousers are off, he bottoms out into you, giving you a moment to adjust because he is fucking hung, sweetie, and then all bets are off. He thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace, somehow knowing where that sweet spot is inside you and hitting you there with every stroke. You are hurtling towards your orgasm and when you tighten against him he lets out the prettiest moan. His pace grows erratic and right before he comes, he pulls out of you, grabbing you and turning you around. You sink to your knees and stick your tongue out right as he releases all over your mouth and face. You look up at him through your eyelashes, feeling his spend drip down your chin and onto your tits.

You stay the night obviously, but you leave before he wakes up. You leave him a message with your number, and then you go back to yours for a shower and breakfast.

You get to base nice and early. It's your first day for a new assignment and you wouldn't want to get lost or give a bad impression so you're one of the first people to get there, managing to get a seat at the front of class. So, when they introduce the Admiral, you don't see him immediately because he comes through the back. You turn around and see him, and the motherfucker winks at you, periodically looking you straight in the eyes,especially when he tells you about no relationships between colleagues, or with superior officers,... That rule gets broken so fast, obviously.

#cyclone x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson x reader #beau simpson #fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #original fic

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syddsatyrn · 2 years

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Chapter 1⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤Chapter 3⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Metal!FemReader

⛤Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing, smoking, fluff if you squint.

⛤Words: 3.1k

⛤Song: "Heaven" by The Cure

⛤Series Playlist

⛤Summary: With no one left in Hawkins to tend to your little cousin, you step up and rise to the challenge. Time for a new start and a chance to prove to yourself you can be a responsible adult. But Robin left out one little detail, the hot metal head that lives two doors down.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. I wanted to write something with Max as the readers little cousin. This will be a 3 part series, I hope. I wanna thank @hellfiremunsonn for being my beta reader, you're a legend.

Chapter 1⛤Navigating New Roads

The sun shines through your windshield as you turn the bend, you quickly grab your sunglasses from the center console and put them on. The fresh Indianna air was clean and crisp, nothing like Atlanta. Motley Crue is blaring through the stereo of your Chevrolet El Camino your Dad passed down to you when you graduated. You check the rearview mirror every so often to make sure your U-Haul is still intact. You’ve been driving for 7 hours now, you managed to find a little rundown motel in Glasgow Kentucky last night and was able to get a little bit of sleep.

A large Earthquake hit Hawkins a year ago and your Aunt Susan didn't make it. You and your mom cried and held each other after you heard the news. We knew she was going through hard times after her husband left, Max told me everything. But you’ve always been fond of Susan, she was a sweet lady, all smiles and laughs. It's going to be tough without her bright smile, visits, and homemade baked goods.

It was then your parents agreed you would move to Indiana and live with your cousin and take care of her. It took some time for you to get your affairs in order so, in the meantime, Max has been staying with the Hendersons. When you told your now ex boyfriend about the move, he literally freaked. He was hysterical and begged you to stay, no matter how many conversations you had explaining why it's the right thing to do. It resulted in a nasty break up that really complicated the moving process. Starting new in Hawkins might just be what you need.

You also missed your baby cousin's freckled face so much. You are both practically sisters rather than cousins. Max was in an accident involving the earthquake that landed her in the hospital for quite some time. She was in a coma and you were absolutely devastated by it. It pains you to think about because you wish you had been there to do something, anything to prevent this. You recall one of Max’s friends was visiting and she suddenly woke up. You remember a girl named El approached you in the waiting room. She told you Max was awake, you hugged her and cried so many tears of relief and happiness. While you were at the hospital, you met a girl named Robin and you both hit it off. She promised you that she would look out for her while you're gone.

Max is still recovering with medications to take and schoolwork to catch up on. She needs a schedule and a guiding hand to get her back on track. Luckily, last time you visited you found an affordable apartment not far from town. The landlord was very kind and cut you a deal after you told him your situation. You have been prepping for this move for months now, saving money, packing, . One of Max’s friends, Robin, works next to a record store. Apparently, she knows the owner really well and dropped your name. You came into the store the next day and filled out the application. It didn't take long for a call to come through at the Henderson household, you got the job and you start the week after you arrive.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. You’re feeling confident about this journey and the sudden change in scenery. Maybe the fresh air might do you some good too. You finally see a sign for a gas station and you pull into the entrance and alongside an open gas pump. Getting out and stretching your arms and legs feels so good, you almost can't feel your butt from sitting for so long. The little bell on the top of the door rings as you enter the station. The attendant looked busy so you walked in and headed straight for the coffee counter. After pouring yourself a cup you walk over to the register and give him cash for gas, coffee, and a pack of “Lucky Strike” filtered cigarettes.

As you are pumping gas you take a sip of the hot bitter liquid and take a deep breath. According to your watch, it's almost 8 am. You should reach Hawkins around noon as long as traffic behaves. You put the nozzle back and quickly hop back in your car. Before you get back on the main road, you slip your sunglasses on, light a cigarette, and turn up the stereo.

“So I'm heading out to the highway

I got nothing to lose at all

I'm gonna do it my way

Take a chance before I fall

A chance before I fall!”

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When you pulled into the driveway you could see the redhead through the front bay window. Max quickly rushes out the front door with a curly-haired boy with a bright blue cap. “Y/N you made it!” Max cheers and jumps into your arms. You laugh and hug her tight, she almost knocks you over completely. “Hey kid, I missed you so much!” You say and gently set her down. “Who's your friend?” You ask, pointing at the little dude with a wide smile.

“This is Dustin. He’s alright I guess.” Max playfully punches his shoulder.

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N!” Dustin says and you shake his hand. Dustin takes a good look at your outfit, black torn jeans, leather jacket, Iron Maiden t-shirt that you cut into a crop top.

“I like your Jacket! You should really meet my friend Eddie, I have a feeling you guys would get along.”

“Thanks, little dude. Y’know…Robin said the same thing.” You turn to Max, “alright, Max, let's go get your stuff.”

Max beamed and went back into the house and you giggled and followed them inside. You have a nice chat with Claudia, Dustin's mom. She tells you all about how Max is doing in school, what kind of medications she's taking and for what, and even some of her recent achievements. She still has some trouble with mobility but it has gotten so much better, Claudia says it's because she's young, she bounced right back. Dustin helps Max grab her suitcases and bags and leaves them next to your car. You thanked Claudia a million times for taking such good care of her and gave her a warm hug. Max said her goodbyes as well, even though she’ll be seeing the boy at school very soon.

“I’m going to miss you so much, sweet pea!” Claudia says with a hug and a kiss on Max’s cheek. You both wave goodbye and you help Max into the passenger side of the car. You get in and smile at her real big, “I got you a present.” and Max’s eyes get wide.

“No way, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“Yes way, and I wanted to!” You retort and stick your tongue out. You reach behind her seat and struggle a bit but you manage to pull a brand-new skateboard into the front seat and set it on her lap.

“What!? Y/N! This is Amazing!” Max exclaims and turns it over to reveal the colorful rainbow designs on the underside.

“I heard your last one split and two, your Aunt and I put our wallets together and found this at a skate shop in Atlanta.” You explain and she reaches over the center console and hugs you tight.

“This is totally awesome, thank you so much Y/N” She says.

“Alright, alright,” You laugh, “Are you ready to see our new place?” You ask and Max nods. You turn the stereo back to full blast and pull out of the cul de sac.

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You open the front door with your brand-new keys and Max walks inside first. Her backpack slides off her shoulder and onto the floor as she looks around. The living room was attached to the kitchen, with a small hallway leading to two bedrooms and a small bathroom. Robin helped you find some used furniture while you were back in Atlanta. A small couch and a table near the kitchen with two matching chairs. Robin even bought you a phone as a housewarming gift.

“It's not much but it’s ours.” You sigh and Max turns around on her heel.

“I think it’s perfect.” She smiles and you start to head back outside to the car.

“Then it’s settled. Be careful bringing stuff inside, only small things oka–” You barely rounded the corner before you almost collided with a tall figure. You back away quickly, “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s no big deal, cutie.”

You meet this man's gaze and your heart falls into your stomach. His eyes are like amber pools reflecting the afternoon sunlight. He has long, wavy hair just past his shoulders. He looks like Izzy Stradlin and it's kinda freaking you out.

Max hears his familiar voice, “Munson?”

“In the flesh.” He smiles. “Hey, Red! I didn't know you were moving here?”

“Yeah! This is my cousin, Y/N.”

“Ohh! So you're the cousin everyone keeps talking about.” He simply smiles. “I’m Eddie, I live two doors down.” He holds his hand out and you shyly take it. He brings your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss. A red tint spreads across your face, you’re stunned, everything about him is irresistible. You almost forgot to breathe, god he's so hot.

“The famous Eddie everyone keeps telling me I need to meet.” You say, trying to regain your composure. Max rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She had every intention of setting you two up, she just didn't think it would happen so soon.

“So, are we going to start unloading or are you going to keep staring at him?” Max says, sarcasm in full force.

“Shut up, Max.” You huff as she passes you on her way to the car.

“I should uhh…probably help her.” You say sheepishly.

“Let me know if you need anything, hmm?” He says while lighting a cigarette. “See ya around?”

“Y-yeah, see ya.” You trail off. You feel like you're suddenly under some sort of spell. You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as you watched him walk away. Black boots, Dio back patch, he was wearing a Metallica T-shirt. The rings on his fingers made you weak, and his lips look so soft.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” Max calls.

“Yeah, yeah I’m comin’! Jeeze!”

Since you were on the ground floor, it made things pretty easy, you were able to move both beds inside by yourself. Max is a trooper and made a huge effort in putting things away. She took frequent breaks and drank lots of water just like you asked. The apartment is starting to look like people actually live here. It's getting late so you ordered a couple of pizzas, cut up the cake and sat across from Max on the floor. You listened to her plans to decorate her bedroom and all her summer adventures. When she mentioned her mom and Billy, her gaze shifted to her hands.

“Hey, Max. I know the wound is still fresh. It's just you and me now. I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine, right?”

“Right.” She agrees with an endearing smile but that smile quickly changes into a mischievous one.

“As long as you don't run away with Eddie and get married!” She mocks and throws a balled-up napkin at your face.

“You are such a brat sometimes!”

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The sun peeks through the curtains and you cover your face with a pillow. It feels like forever since you’ve had a good night's sleep. You sigh and roll out of bed, there is no use in going back to sleep when it's so bright in here. You slip on a pair of black shorts under your oversized black t-shirt. You hear a knock at the door, it's 10 am and you’re not expecting anyone. After grabbing a cigarette and a lighter, you groan and shuffle over to the front door. The lock clicks and you swing it open halfway.

To your surprise, it's the hot metal head next door holding two to-go cups of coffee, one in each hand. “Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet like honey. You realize you look like a hot mess and your face turns bright pink.

“Good morning, Eddie.”

“Figured you might need this after yesterday.” He offers the paper cup and you take it. You take a few steps outside and shut the door behind you, trying not to wake up Max.

You take a sip and all is right in the world. This is exactly what you needed, you haven't bought groceries yet so making coffee this morning wasn't an option. “Thank you, really. You’re my hero.” Eddie flicks his lighter and lights your cigarette for you, a total gentleman. You’re falling for every single one of his tricks but you don't seem to mind. “What are you up to today?”

“Work, but I have a gig tonight at a bar in town.”

“You’re in a band?!”

“Yeah, Corroded Coffin. We play mostly metal, some rock.” He shrugs.

“You are so cool y’know that?”

“Coming from the girl who drives an El Camino like she stole it.” Eddie cocks his head to the side and leans against the wall next to you. He's so much taller than you, and the closer he leans into your space, the redder your face gets. He smells like weed and cologne, mixed with a hint of copper.

“Lemme guess, you’re the lead guitarist.”

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” You shrug.

“So…will you come?” His sweet puppy eyes keep throwing you off and you almost get lost in his dark brown pools, coffee-colored. The sun brings out those amber highlights around his iris again.

“I’ll think about it, Munson.” You answer playfully.

“8 pm at ‘The Hideout’ on 12th and Cedar street.” He says with a boyish grin as he walks back to his Black van parked across the way, he almost trips on a curb when he turns around and you giggle. You put your cigarette out and walk back inside, coffee in hand.

Max is lounging on the couch reading a magazine when you enter. “How did you sleep, kid?”

“Good! I was beat.” She snorts, “How's Eddie?”

“He invited me to see his band tonight. I might go.”

“Like a date?” Max snorts and puts her magazine down.

“I don't know if I would call it that.”

“It totally is.” She retorts with that signature ‘up to no good’ grin.

“It totally isn’t.” You say on your way to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you before you can hear Max’s last words.

“Whatever you say.” Max holds back a laugh and returns to her reading.

You exit the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around you and sneak back into your bedroom. You pick out some fresh clothes, black shorts, and a Def Leppard shirt. The outfit goes really well with your black Doc-Martens and a few chains around your wrist and neck. You check your standing mirror and spin around. Satisfied with your outfit, you grab your bag and tell Max you’re going into town.

“Want anything?”

"Cherry Coke and something sweet.” She requests.

“You got it. Love you, back soon.” You shut the door behind you and hop in the car. The engine roars and you carefully back out of the parking lot with the empty U-haul trailer. You blast some Iron Maiden as you drive into town. You have a few errands to run, you need to get groceries, drop off the trailer, and rent a few movies for you and Max to watch.

Everything went smoothly, even grocery shopping wasn't so bad. When you saw the bakery across the street you had to check it out. You found a chocolate cake with buttercream icing and you couldn't resist. You pull into the small parking lot next to “Family Video” and check to make sure your cake is seatbelted and secure in the back seat. The little bell on top of the door rang as you opened it, Robin’s face lit up and she practically flew over the counter.

“Y/N! Yes! You’re here!” She gives you a big hug and you squeeze her back. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her and she hasn't changed a bit.

“Hey, Robin! It’s good to see you!” you cheered. Steve steps out from behind the counter and gives you a little wave.

“This is Steve, I’ve told you about him.” Robin gestures towards her taller colleague.

“Ah yes, the famous Steve Harrington, babysitter extraordinaire.” You tease.

“Yeah, uhh something like that.” Steve was caught off guard, he didn't expect you to look so cool. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Max speaks highly of you.”

You chat with them for a bit and update Robin on your progress and how Max is doing. While you're there you pick out a few movies you think Max would enjoy. She likes horror and mystery movies. You settled on “Terror at the Opera”, “The Lost boys” and “Evil Dead”.

You wave goodbye and exit the store, and enter the record shop right next door. You wave at the shop owner and He greets you with a handshake. He tells you quite a bit about your new job, he gives you a nametag and a set of keys since you’ll be on the closing shift. You take a quick look around and notice the wide selection of tapes and records. Band posters and fliers are plastered all over the walls, there are a couple of record players off to the side for customers to listen before they buy. It’s dimly lit and smells a little like dust. This place is certainly your vibe and you’re looking forward to it.

“Maaaax I’m home!” You call out, grocery bags hanging off your arms while you carefully set the cake on the counter. Max hops up from the couch and starts putting things away.

“Whoa! This cake is huge!” Max comments.

“You said you wanted something sweet. It's a housewarming cake.”

Max chuckles and carefully puts it in the refrigerator. She pulls a can of coke from the bottom shelf and cracks it open. You do the same and you both take a seat on the living room floor facing each other.

“Sooo...are you going to that show tonight?”

“Yeah, I think it'll be fun.”

“Is it okay if I hang out at Mike's place?”

“Yeah, sure! What are you guys gonna do?”

“Play video games, watch a movie, I also wanna try out my new board. Oh! And you know Karen’s got the best junk food.”

“Sounds like fun. I can drop you off before I head to the show.” You offer and Max nods.

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lottiesticklishpickle · 1 year

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“Please, stop Crying” pt.2

Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are thinking of me too

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight, til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room, dreaming about you and me

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It’d been about 3 months after Ronaldo had left Funchal. I found myself falling into a slight depression, as I had expected, yet I still found a way to work for my family. I refused to even speak to other men, almost as a defense mechanism, a part of me believed Ronaldo would come back for me. However, the thoughts like that were futile. I knew now that because of his current and sudden status change, it was likely that he was with many other women. As I had once told him before how I planned to see him on the tv, I did. There was no television at my home, but one day when grocery shopping, I noticed him playing on the screen in the shop. My heart dropped upon seeing him, a soft fluttering and yearning feeling sunk into the pit of my stomach. It was a bittersweet sight. The image of him smiling on the pitch after scoring a point, I could see how proud he was, he looked more beautiful than ever. The image reminded me of the last time I saw him, how his tan skin and brown eyes reflected the setting sun. The sweat gliding down his toned abdomen at games brought me back to how the ocean’s water highlighted his body. I had soon learned the schedule from the manager of that shop, and often went to the grocery store when I knew he was to play. I knew I shouldn’t have watched all of those games, I remember how I begged him to forget about me, yet here I was, secretly obsessing over the sight with of him on a blurry screen. My favorite thing to watch was his interviews, how he struggled with his English, his shy demeanor, when I could see his face up close. I admired his beauty, his crooked teeth, his acne, and his messy hair. I began to consider what would happen if I took Cristiano up on his offer. Images of a beautiful family, with Cristiano by my side, and a ring on my finger, flashed through my head. The thought caused my face and throat to heat up and become tense, as I felt a sudden burning behind my eyes. I probably looked so stupid, there I was at a grocery store, tears nearly streaming down my face, my nose swelling, and my lips swollen. All because of something on a screen. Pathetic.

—Cristiano’s Pov—

As I laid in my large bed, the silk sheets caressing my legs and bare chest as a wrapped myself in a chrysalis of blankets. My bed was empty, and it didn’t take rocket science to find the source of my anxiousness. It was y/n. I recalled the feeling of sleeping beside her. We were around 14, she had gotten in a fight with her parents, for they pestered her to drop out of school and help the family early. She refused, and her family berated and criticized her actions. As they treated her with total indifference as a form of a guilt trip, she found that home was not an ideal place to be at the time. This prompted her to walk to my house, knock on my door, and request to see me. Upon hearing her voice from my room, I darted towards the door to greet her, yet I was only met with red eyes and furrowed brows. I led her to my room as I attempted to console her, even though I didn’t fully understand what was going on. She crawled into my bed and embraced me before sobbing into my shoulder and explaining what happened, sort of like the what happened the day I left her. I knew that she was dejected, but the feeling of her arms tightly wrapped around my body was so tender and heartwarming. I kissed her tear-stained cheeks, and stroked her hair as she continued to mumble about her parents, after some time she fell asleep in my arms, and I swear I watched her sleep for half an hour.

As I laid in my empty bed, I knew that wrapping myself in blankets would be futile, I could never simulate the feeling of her arms embracing me. Tears slid down my face horizontally, for I was laying down, and I bit my lip to hide the whimpers and sobs. I wondered if she still thought about me, had she found someone else? The thoughts only made me feel worse, so I began to count, I needed to get my mind off her. When I awoke that morning, at training, my friend, Jõao, could tell something was off. After a few hours of a grueling practice, he pulled me aside and began:

“Ronaldo, whats up? Is there something on your mind? You seemed tense at practice” he then began to play with his hair before looking down, then back at me with furrowed and concerned eyebrows. I looked away, for I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if he’d understand. I looked at him and began to play with a rubber band on my wrist before explaining. I told him everything.

“There’s this girl, we grew up together in Funchal. She was my best friend, and my first love. She was everything to me, she’s probably the reason I’m here right now. She encouraged me to be the best I could be, I’m a better man because of her. I left her behind 3 months ago, and I just feel incomplete, it’s the longest time I’ve gone without seeing her, and I feel this yearning ache in my heart when I lie in bed alone at night with her body absent from my side.” I confided. “Everyday I miss her more and more. It’s impossible for me to move on, I know that nobody could love me the way she did, but I fear she has already found someone who could love her the way I did. I left her behind Jõao.” My eyes grew wet and began to burn, I then my calloused hands over my mouths to hide the sounds of my weeping.

I felt Jõao’s hand Pat my back, and his eyes scanning me as I sat hunched over with my head in my hands. “Don’t speak in the past tense. Considering the way you talk about this girl, she probably still loves you.” He consoled. “You’re a great guy, and it’s only taken me 3 months to notice that. I’m sure she feels the same way.”

He then paused, pursed his lips, and looked away before saying: “I see how she makes you feel, you’ve told me how her absence makes your heart ache. I believe the feeling is mutual, and you’ve told me you can’t move on, so it’s likely she can’t either. You both know you love each other, and tell me, how would you react if she were suddenly here right now?”

“It would only bring me more tears, of both sadness and joy.” I answered, “I would embrace her as right as possible, for fear of having to see her go again. That is what I would do if I saw her again.”

“And I’m sure she would say the same for you! Cristiano, please, tell me what she said to you before you departed.” My teammate asked as his neck bent down to look me in the eyes. My mind wandered back to that day on the beach, I remember how she pleaded for me to go, how she consoled me whilst I sobbed into her shoulders.

“I will love you no matter what you do, but I hope you know, that as I’ve grown up with you, I’ve seen how you feel about this sport. You pit in hours every week, and it will have all been for nothing if you stay. You need to leave me behind.”

Those 3 sentences seemed to be engraved into my mind. She was afraid to let me go, as was I, but she valued my future more than her happiness. She was willing to watch me leave if it meant I was to have a better life.

Jõao interrupted my thoughts, “Sounds like she loved you, and she still does. You need to see her, both of you still need eachother, and both of you know it. You’re the one with millions of dollars at your expense, you can afford to fly over there, you’re the one who has to make a move, take the initiative.”

I considered his words, for he was right. I changed my posture so that my elbow was against my knee, with my chin in my hand. “You’re right, Jõao. I need to see her. I’ll think about it more tonight.” Jõao’s raised his neck and softened his gaze before smiling and patting his hand against my back. “See you later, Ronny.” He put an emphasis on the odd nickname, and laughed before walking away. I smiled and looked at the ground, got up, and walked back towards the pitch to get my mind off of the situation, for now.

—Y/n’s POV—

I rarely find time to myself it seems, yet when I get the chance to, I seem to always chose to spend it with someone else. As my little brother and sister sat in the sand and tumbled around, a sense of storge filled my heart. I loved my little siblings, I had practically raised them, but I didn’t blame my parents for being slightly unfit, I knew they were struggling themselves. I had also always loved the idea of children, raising two of my own. Cristiano and I had often talked about children, yet we both knew it was far too early to consider such things. When I would see him play with my siblings, making sandcastles and teaching them football tricks, my heart was warmed. I replaced the image with children of our own, with features similar to his. We would converse about how when we were older we would find a nice home, and raise a lovely family. We had even planned out names, Naomi if we had a girl, and Cristiano Jr. for a boy.

Thinking about it only made my heart hurt more, I watched my siblings splash around in the water. I figured the best way to distract myself was to join them. I peeled off my dress and slipped off my sandals before charging towards the salty water. My little brother, Carlos, saw me run into the ocean, and raised his arms high to let me know he wanted me to pick him up. I grabbed him and carried him in a bridal style like fashion before spinning around, the sound of his high pitched laughter uplifting me. I was then called by another high pitched voice, my little sister.

“Bambi! Look over there.” She shouted whilst pointing towards the right. Alarmed, I looked over to see a silhouette in the setting orange sun. The figure was familiar, broad shoulders with a toned figure, and soft brown hair upon the man’s head. It took me a few seconds to process the sight, and I was only pulled from my thoughts upon feeling my little brother leap out of my arms and into the water. He ran towards the man alongside my little sister. The two had their arms outstretched, and I heard their childish voices exclaim his name.

“Cristiano!” they sang, my short siblings ran to a different one of his legs before grasping on as if they were tree branches. He looked down and smiled a toothy grin and laughed before greeting them and awkwardly walked towards me with the two children on his legs. I stood there, overcome by a mix of fervent emotions. I was flustered, overjoyed, astonished, and my heart felt as if it was burning. As embarrassing as it sounds, I could feel hot tears well up in my eyes as I watched Cristiano trudge towards me.

“Y/n!” He called with a smile, revealing a set of braces. I was finally broken from my trance, and I gradually sped towards him. My little siblings shook off Cristiano’s legs in order to give me room to greet him. Once his legs were free, he approached me too, and once we met, he grabbed my waist and lifted me slightly of the ground. I placed my hands around his neck and felt his warm skin against my palms. He looked into my eyes, before grinning and tucking a piece of hair behind my ears. I looked at his lips, then grasped his face pulled him towards me. Our lips connected, however, the familiar feeling didn’t send shivers down my spine, but electric shocks towards my pounding chest. I felt my cheeks heat up as he stroked them with his thumbs after placing me back on the ground. My siblings made kissing noises to mock us, and what I would usually tell them off for, I completely ignored. I looked towards the two, and said:

“Carlos, Emilia! Go back to Ama and Papa’s house, tell them I’ll be back later.” I would prefer them not see or have to deal with the long emotional conservation we were to have. The two small figures scampered off into the distance, giggling and conversing as they did. Once they were out of earshot, my gaze shifted from them to the man beside me. There was a strange few seconds of silence before he simply said:

“Hi.” He grinned at me and grabbed my waist.

“Hi.” I muttered before biting my lip and scanning him up and down. We paused, then laughed, then paused again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, and he then took my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. “Do you wanna go for a walk?” He asked as he cocked his eyebrow. I simply nodded and pulled on the shoes and the dress I had slipped off earlier. As we began to stroll down the sandy beach of Funchal, my mind raced whilst I considered what I was to say.

“One of my teammates in Lisbon told me that the first time you give your heart to someone is the most memorable.” Cristiano suddenly stated, my grip on his hand tightened, and I looked into his brown eyes as they reflected the golden sun.

“What are you trying to say?” I questioned,

He then continued, “I don’t think I would have ever been able to forget you. I remember you advised that I did, but looking back, I think it would have been impossible.” His words sounded like those of a poet’s. What he said was so real, as if he read my mind.

“I don’t think I could’ve forgotten you either, Cristiano.” I mumbled, “I think it’s probably because we grew up together, and I just couldn’t imagine a life without you.” I didn’t know how to describe it, but his love sort of gave me euphoria. It was the first time I had cared for someone in a romantic yet friendly sense. I recall how I would get butterflies when I would wake up beside him, his hair disheveled, and his eyebrows softened. It’s as if I couldn’t truly live without him. I mean, we had nearly planned out our entire lives together.

Cristiano looked down at me, and smiled. That same sense of euphoria that I had just mentioned softly hit me, I felt like a piece of me that was missing was back again. I sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t deny it, I was undeniably in love with him.

“I love you, you know that, Y/n?” He rhetorically asked, I’ve often struggled putting my thoughts into words, especially thoughts so passionate as these, so I simply said: “I know.” Before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. His hands found my hair and played with curls, “Good.” He replied.

—Time skip (6 years)—

As I sit on the couch, I watch my husband do push-ups on the soft carpet whilst our daughter, Naomi, sits on his back. My daughter is hysterical with laughter as her father slowly raises her up and down on his back as if he were a horse. After a few more pushups, Cristiano plops down on the ground and let’s out a few heavy breaths before rolling onto his back. This only made our child laugh even more, and she tugged on my legs, pulling me off the couch with surprisingly a lot of strength. As Naomi falls on her butt and claps, my eyes widen and I look at Cristiano. He too is now laughing. “She got that strength from you.”

“She sure did.” He replied, picking her up from the floor and beginning to play with her hair. The image brought me back to the thought of my siblings, and that day on the beach of Funchal. We now had left Portugal, and lived in England, my family still remained in Portugal however, yet we made sure they lived in a nice home. I watched my husband braid our daughters hair and leaned onto the couch with a smile. I believe it would be impossible to be happier than this.

Now I'm dreaming with you tonight, till tomorrow and for all of my life.

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room, dreaming with you endlessly.

Im sorry folks, I feel like this was goofy, I’m sorry about that 😬

#Spotify #selena quintanillla #cristiano ronaldo #soccer #football imagines #football #futbol #ronaldo #neymajr #pt. 2 #romance #world cup

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Beg

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

@starb4es said: Could you do Steddie where Eddie goes on a trip and Steve is missing him, so when he comes home Steve pins him down and tickles him.

Words: 838

Eddie left. Not forever. Not even for long, but long enough that the feeling of loss settled in Steve’s body, a dull sort of aching just below his heart. Dramatic, he realized. They’d not even known each other that long, and yet-

And yet.

Barely a week, he was away. Leaving the trailer park on Monday morning with a groggy Steve in the passenger seat so that he could drop him off at work first, and then returning the same exact way on Friday, only with each step reversed. Picking Steve up from work, their exhaustion laced in excitement with Robin not shutting up in the back seat about how Steve would have to remember to pick his car up from the video store before their next shift. Eddie smiling into the late March sun, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Steve’s thigh.

Eddie told them about his trip, about how terrible the bed had been but how amazing the food. How he’d brought too many pairs of pants but not enough shirts. That explained why Steve didn’t recognize the shirt peeking out from beneath his jacket, and the slight jealousy he’d been sensing quickly evaporated. Once they’d dropped Robin off at home Eddie turned to him and kissed him, holding onto the nape of Steve’s neck in a way that made Steve want to never pull away, air be damned.

“I missed you,” he mumbled and Eddie laughed into his lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll have to show me just how much.”

Steve felt himself flush. “At home,” he said and Eddie laughed again.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, Eddie’s hand still on Steve’s thigh, and all the while Steve’s mind returned to the image he’d been falling asleep to for the past four nights. Eddie laughing, writhing beneath him, Eddie begging…

It came as no surprise when Steve pinned Eddie to the bed the moment they entered his bedroom, bag discarded on the floor and his shoes barely off his feet. Eddie made a sound, something whiney yet content. Steve swore Eddie was the only person capable of sounding so torn without being torn at all.

“I have four days of no tickling to catch up on,” he said, and Eddie blushed in that way he only did when Steve teased him about this. It was refreshing, to see him get so shy, even though Steve knew much of Eddie was a facade and he wasn’t actually as confident as he seemed.

Steve straddled his hips, holding both his wrists in one hand. Eddie was perfectly capable of escaping, but did everything in his power to stay put. “Do me a favor,” he said, placing one hand on Eddie’s side. “Beg.”

Now Eddie wasn’t someone who begged, really. Despite Steve’s strength Eddie was bigger and always managed to make it out before he really needed to start asking for mercy. Combine that with the fact that Eddie truly didn’t mind being wrecked, and Steve never got to hear him choke out the word please. At least not naturally. Each and every time Eddie had begged it had been because Steve had asked him to. Eddie wasn’t opposed to giving Steve what he wanted.

Eddie was giggling before Steve even really started, his fingers gliding easily over the material of the shirt he’d bought. Maybe he’d bought it on purpose. Maybe it had just been a coincidence. Steve didn’t really care. His fingers wiggling into Eddie’s spots would be ticklish no matter what he wore.

“N-no,” Eddie said, shaking his head as Steve moved upward, relishing in how his armpits were bare beneath the short sleeves. Steve liked the way his laughter exploded once he touched bare skin, and so he always started over Eddie’s clothes. He clamped his knees tighter around Eddie’s hips, fingers finding his ribs, counting them agonizingly slow, losing his place, starting over. Eddie wasn’t begging yet, but Steve didn’t expect him to this early on.

“Oh, that’s a good one, huh?” he was saying, poking at a spot on his upper ribs which made Eddie buck his hips.

“Fuck, Steve, not there-”

“May I hear a please?”

Eddie whined through his laughter, trying to twist his body away from Steve’s reach and failing spectacularly. “You’re so annoying!”

“Mm, I bet you missed me though. I know I missed you.” He dropped his teasing tone momentarily, although he never stopped tickling Eddie. “I missed how you will lay across my lap with your shirt pulled up so that I will tickle you.”

“So mean.”

“I missed the way you’ll provoke me so that I get revenge.”

“Steve, oh my god-”

“How you’ll scream whenever I manage to get your armpits for longer than a second.” Steve hovered his hand over said armpit. “I won’t let you get away this time, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, pulling at his trapped arms and finding out Steve wasn’t budging. “Steve.”

Steve lowered his hand. “Beg, Eddie.”

And Eddie begged.

#tickling #ticklish!eddie #ticklish!eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #n writes #beg

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 months

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Hi there!

Do you mind doing a hc or scenario where Kai is taking care of his loved one who broke their leg & just flat out refused to let him fix it?

Thanks

Sincerely a broken fan of yours. 🥴

(Broken anon, I have just the thing for you!)

~Rainy Day Accident~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

Did you know just how damn much you stressed him out?! You drove the man into near insanity sometimes. Whether this was with your little touches behind closed doors, your affinity for loud noises when he needed to focus, your dazzling smile on his darkest days, or just the way you refused to listen to him during the most crucial moment. You drove him crazy and today was no different from the rest.

He'd told you a dozen times to stay inside today and that the weather would get bad but no. You just simply insisted on leaving to the store to pick something up he could've just ordered online and had dropped off tomorrow. No no, you were impatient so he hid his keys. Then you struck out WALKING when he'd turned his back. He was busy scratching away at his hive covered arms when Kurono entered his office shortly after knocking. "Overhaul, we found her/him/them..." He was delivering good news so then why had the tone of his voice been glum? "And what else?" Kai pressed for more information. Kurono sighed and removed his mask to reveal his serious eyes. "Y/N had apparently slipped and fell down a set of stairs."

In the blink of an eye, Chisaki had pushed past Chrono and rushed to your side in the living room where you rested on the couch. Nemoto bowed upon seeing his master and stepped aside so he could kneel beside you. He glared, frowning at the sight in front of him. Without saying a word he signaled for Nemoto to leave you two alone. You half expected another one of his long winded speeches about what you shouldn't have done. Instead, he immediately began apologizing to you. "Angel, I'm sorry. Had I actually put my foot down like I was supposed to then this wouldn't have happened to you." You smiled and softly placed a hand on top of his head. "You're apologizing to me? Should be the other way around, don't you think? Besides, the doctor in the hospital told me earlier that it would heal up in no time. Just gotta wait out the next couple of weeks." You explained. He quickly looked up at you as though you'd grown 3 heads. "Wait it out? No Angel, of course not. There's no need for that. If you'd just let me, I can go ahead and fix this in no time." He spoke as he began removing his gloves.

"Oh nope no! No thanks! There's really no need for that Kai haha! I can heal up just find the natural way. Besides, wouldn't it be better at this point? Maybe I can learn to sit down and listen to you when I'm supposed to." You were joking around and he was serious. For the next few weeks, although stuck in the house, you still managed to find a way to drive him insane. How this time? By not letting him do the simple thing and repair your broken leg for you. He'd follow you around sometimes an hour at a time and continuously beg you to let him fix it. He'd even caught himself watching you sleep at night, secretly thinking of just doing it while your guard was let down. Then he thought about the first time you began dating and you made him promise to never use his quirk on you without permission.

"Damn it..." he angrily mumbled to himself as he replayed the memory and watched you struggle to settle into bed comfortably with the cast.

Perhaps a little more begging would eventually get you to open up to the idea but for now, he kept strong on making sure you weren't going to roll out of bed and hurt yourself or your leg.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overhaul #kai chisaki #yakuza #shie hassaikai #scenario

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randomingoftherandomness · 1 year

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Hello! If it's alright, I would like to put in a request for a fic > Zhang Ping x Lan Jue. The prompt is they had a big fight and Zhang Ping went home looking like a kicked puppy. Lan Jue after a few days decided to coax and apologize to Zhang Ping because he realized they might break-up the longer their fight goes. The rest is up to you!

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day!

"Stubborn!"

"Mm."

"A hotheaded fool..."

"Of course, Daren."

"Incorrigible--"

"Would these be enough or should I empty out the stores again?" Xu Dong flourishes his hand. Peizhi snaps his mouth shut and flicks his sleeves back.

There are five baskets of produce, two bolts of fabric suitable for Zhang Ping and someone in his station, three jars of fine southern wine, a new set of ivory-handled writing brushes, two boxes of rare books from Lan Jue's own personal collection, and perhaps most importantly, a custom made set of cooking knives.

Frowning, he purses his lips. "Go to the chestnut seller and buy a pack of freshly roasted ones."

Peizhi thinks he sees Xu Dong's left eye twitch at his order, even as he bows and leaves to carry out his errand. "A donkey," He mutters, pouring out a fresh cup of tea. "I'm in love with an absolute donkey."

Zhang Ping is living in better conditions these days, which, for Lan Jue is still not as good as having him actually stay in Lan Manor. It isn't as if he hasn't offered him a place, if anything he had to practically tie him down just to get him to stay during those nights their discussions and meandering thoughts take a deeper, more physical touch.

Of course, when he complains about this, Mowen merely laughs at him and his woes.

"You made your bed," Mowen had managed between bouts of roaring laughter. "You can lay in it too."

This is to say, no one can understand why he is so truly determined to keep Zhang Ping by his side in the scant few months before he has to leave for Yiping County.

Peizhi tries not to think about how hurt Zhang Ping had looked when he rebutted something he said with a scoffed, "Of course you wouldn't know where your home is, you don't have one!"

That had been that. Zhang Ping had sucked in a breath, asking with a quiet voice and brown eyes that are sheened over with an emotion that was more than sadness, "Is that what you truly believe?"

And a good week has passed since he last saw Zhang Ping. Not a hair nor sight of his harried tail for one good week.

One whole week wasted being apart when they could just be...

The ache in his stomach returns with a twist, tugging in deep. Tamping down his annoyance at himself, he exhales slowly, gritting his teeth.

Looking up, he can spy the golden tops of the imperial palace glimmering in the noonday sun. Urgency burns bright in his bones. Wasting time, they're all just wasting time, and there is nothing Peizhi can do to stop the turning of the hours.

Helplessness bleeds through. Sinking its claws into his chest. He, Lan Jue, won't beg for anything from anyone but the thought that this ego could be the reason they could part without a second glance or another word, even as friends, even as strangers...

The ache in his core hollows him out and he gasps, gripping the corner of his table as a wave of lightheadedness washes over him.

Someone pushes him to a more relaxed position, and distantly Peizhi hears a familiar, gentle sigh next to his ear. "What have you been working yourself up on again?"

"Zhang Ping?"

His lover casts him a look from the corner of his eyes. Peizhi is so engrossed with drinking in the sight of him, the warmth of his body so close to him, the way he smells like the market and home all at once, that he completely misses the steaming bowl of noodles being placed in front of him.

"You haven't been eating. Xu Dong told me."

Someone is getting his pay docked next month.

"He's been telling tall tales," Peizhi grumbles, but not refusing the pair of chopsticks being pressed into his hand. Quickly, his other hand darts out to grab Zhang Ping by the wrist, refusing to let him go too far. "Don't..."

He snaps his mouth shut, turning his face away. But before he can let go, Zhang Ping turns his hand, sliding their palms together. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

Peizhi lets him fuss, serving him tea until he took his first bite of the food Zhang Ping brought with him. "Lan-daren, I want you to listen to me," Zhang Ping says after a moment of silence. "Alright?"

"Zhang Ping..."

"I know you have me in your heart, that's why you've been restless these last few weeks," Zhang Ping starts with a small smile. "You keep begging me to stay, you've tried every means in your book to keep me by your side every time. I know that you have been anxious about my impending departure for Yiping County, but Daren, I am too."

Peizhi sets his chopstick down, reaching for Zhang Ping's hand. "If you knew, if you feel the same way, then why...?"

"Because I thought that if I could still keep this small distance, if I could just... Keep you at a distance, then maybe, when we have to part, it won't..."

"It won't?"

Zhang Ping leans in, knocking their brows together. "It won't hurt as bad as I know it will."

Peizhi surrenders, then. Leans in and wraps himself around Zhang Ping. Lets strong arms hold him tightly and clings on. "I won't tell you to stay, you know that."

"I do."

"I won't do anything that will impede your ambitions."

Zhang Ping's soft huff of amusement tickles at the curve of his jaw. "I know that."

"But until you have to leave, can you please just stay?" Peizhi whispers, tilting his head, brushing his lips to the bare skin of Zhang Ping's neck. "Please. For me, just do this for me."

Zhang Ping's quiet, "Mn" is everything encapsulated into a singular syllable. And with that, a knot in his heart seems to unravel. Burying himself tighter against Zhang Ping, Peizhi hides the joy he feels, pressing his smile onto a clothed shoulder.

Later, and later still, when all that covers their bare skins is the wash of silver moonlight and the warm night air, Peizhi luxuriates in the feeling of Zhang Ping's fingers carding through his hair.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

"Which part?" Zhang Ping teases, grunting a burst of laughter when Peizhi bites at his arm in retaliation.

Pulling him back to his side, Zhang Ping runs his clever fingers down the line of his spine.

"If you mean to be apologising for what you said the other day about me not having a home, then I should also apologise."

Puzzled, Peizhi shifts himself to look into Zhang Ping's warm and fond eyes, waiting for him to continue. "I was hurt, yes. But more than that, I was disappointed in myself."

"Disappointed?"

"Disappointed, yes." His beloved smiles wryly. Gentle fingertips brush over Peizhi's cheek, settling his touch on the side of his head. "Disappointed in me that I ever made you doubt that you are my home."

A wave of sudden affection cinches itself around his throat, leaving Peizhi breathless, struck dumb at the confession.

Zhang Ping shuffles closer, snuggling into Peizhi. "I know you haven't promised me anything, but in a few years, once the roots of the Empress Dowager's influence have been cleared out, I'll come back to you. And when I do, let's live together. In a house with two studies and a room for both our books. We can have a garden and a place where we can keep a few fish. At night, we can watch the moon together on the veranda. We can be together."

With a hand to Peizhi's chest, he whispers, "Alright?"

Quickly turning his face into the pillow, Peizhi breathes in deep over the prickle of emotion clogging his throat. Not that there was any doubt in the wet sniffles colouring the night silence between them, but Zhang Ping allows him this, moving in for gentle kisses to his temple.

"Have you been eating candies? Since when did your mouth become so sweet?" Peizhi grouses. Pulling Zhang Ping tightly to him, he nods, cheek to warm skin. "A gentleman never goes back on his promise. So you must remember this."

Zhang Ping's laughter in his ear is as good as the sweetest melodies plucked by the most talented musicians. Tangling their bodies together once more, Peizhi smiles when Zhang Ping says, "Of course. I'll need to come home to you after all."

[send me an ALoN prompt!]

#a league of nobleman #a league of nobleman fic #jun zi meng #zhang ping #lan jue #peizhi #zhang ping x lan jue #zhang ping x peizhi #what's their ship name lol #gab writes stuff

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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i'm here with more dabi thoughts 🧍 (they never stop fr xD)

this one is little angsty? or hurt/comfort i guess 😏

imo dabi is prob a little very scared of touching you esp once you get into a relationship

for one there's his quirk. he's rly good at keeping it under control when he doesn't want to use it but you always manage to fluster him causing a little steam to come out of his ears lmao

so baby boy is worried he might hurt you by accident 😢

and then there's the other issue - his scars. he's terrified you might find them ugly and/or disgusting. he tries to avoid touching you as much as possible and always dodges any advances you try to make so you wouldn't feel the (what he would call it) "weird" texture of his burnt skin 😭

he's so insecure about it and once you notice what the issue is he better be ready to be drowned in love and affection

- 🥛

NO PLEASE. DO NOT MAKE ME START ON HOW HE FEELS ABOUT ACCIDENTALLY HURTING YOU, I BEG.

the last thing he wants in the world is to become like that scumbag of his old man, so even just a little unintentional swat at your hand make him panic internally and while you can’t see it on his face, his eyes says it all. dabi really didn’t want to do that, but he had moved his arm exactly when you were about to touch him, so automatically his elbow clashed with your palm but he didn’t hurt you.

he turns to you with an anxious knot inside his belly, from the fear of you possibly hating him now, apologizing right away as he felt his throat become dry from panic.

you smile to dabi while reassuring him but still notice how his bitter gaze stays on you even after you tell him he didn’t hurt you, so cupping his cheeks (which, at the start of your relationship, makes him flinch slightly as he isn’t used to it) you lean into him pressing your lips lovingly against his before moving only an inch away from him, noses brushing against each others as your eyes are fixed into his warmly and once again you reassure him with tender voice while rubbing your thumbs on his cheekbones.

right away dabi’s eyes soften, shoulder and forehead relaxes as a long sigh come from his nose while nodding briefly his arms go slowly to surround your shoulders, pulling you closer to him; he seriously has been holding back his breath until now from the worry without even realizing it poor boy 😭💔

and my god... those scars (that i don’t find ugly at all, if anything they attracted me to his character more 🤧), whenever he looks at himself in the mirror he ponders why the hell were you dating him when he looks like this.

usually dabi thinks that question inside his brain, but one night the two of you were laying on bed with you resting onto his chest caressing his skin, even the scarred one, happily which confused him and naturally that question came out of his lips before he could even think it through “what do you even like about my ugly self?”

now, what was he going to do if you decided to leave him after this? in the silence of the room, dabi bit the inside of his cheek taking in anxiously your surprised and upset expression. this was it, you were going to break up with him because his words made you realize that it wasn’t worth your time to stay with someone like him.

but no, instead you crawled up to be face to face with him and caressing his cheek you told dabi that you wished he could see himself with your loving eyes, how you see him through them “you love even these ugly scars?” and with that you told him he played himself because his scars were one of the many things you loved about him which takes him by surprised, making you giggle at his bewildered expression.

you told him that they did make you sad and cry from time to time whenever you remember how he got them and what he went through, but they were a proof that despite all the challenges god threw at him he was still alive because there were greater things in store for him “and one of those great things is me~!”, you joke with a little exclamation that has his heart flutter because of the beautiful smile on your face and your sparkling loving eyes, after not hearing him say anything you mutterd that you were just kidding of course, but instead with that calm of his dabi defies you “no, you’re right princess.” he comments with one of his most genuine, loving and beautiful smile ever seen on him.

automatically your cheeks become flame red before you melt on his chest under his confused gaze, then lifting up your face you look at him pouting and furrowing your eyes “i love you so damn much.”

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha fluff #mha fluff #dabi fluff #touya todoroki fluff #bnha angst #mha angst #dabi angst #touya todoroki angst #FINALLY!!!! wanted to finish write this so bad but i had peoples at home and had to let it on stall 💀#nearly lost my mind at the amount of times i was called my god–#BUT IT'S HERE NOW MILK!!!!!!!#AND YOUR ASK WAS ON POINT LIKE ALWAYS AS EXPECTED UGH–#god fr though... if dabi was ever to tell me he's ugly i would flip like– BITCH HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MY FUTURE HUSBAND??????#i'm in LOVE with his scars literally so he better never use them to degrade himself or i'll fucking cry #I'M NOT SCARED TO DO IT!!!! (threateningly)

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heisenberg-simp257 · 2 years

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Hey, first of all I love your Heisenberg stories they're just prefect💕

Could I maybe request some Heisenberg x fem!S/O?

She and Heisenberg run away from the village and end up in a big city. Once they settled in they eventually meet his real parents by accident (maybe in a supermarket?)

Thank you so much in advance💕 stay safe and hydrated💕

I can give it a shot❤ Thank you!! I’m glad I can capture him well😁 (Also, your Tumblr name is 🔥🔥🔥)

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It’s a Small World

You and Heisenberg manage to escape the village, ending up in an urban area. There, he meets an elderly couple who seem all too familiar.

“We can leave. We can get out of this place. Together.” You had your arms around Heisenberg’s neck, looking him desperately in the eyes. He wanted to leave; this you knew. But there was a look in those eyes.

Those stormy grey eyes.

You could see clearly that he felt obligated to stay. He wanted more than anything to kill Mother Miranda and take revenge for what she did to him. However, each of the four lords valued something, and what Heisenberg valued more than anything was freedom.

“Please...” You begged him a bit, not wanting Heisenberg to make a decision that would get him killed. He sighed through his nose, bringing his hands to stroke your waist a bit before his face twitched into a slight smile.

“Alright...lead the way to freedom, Y/N...” He said, making your heart skip a beat and a huge smile flash across your face.

Grabbing his hand, you made a plan for a hasty escape from this cursed village...

That was around four months ago. Since then, you managed to build a life together in one of the cities located in the country. You made sure to get as far away from the village as you could while also staying under Chris Redfield’s radar.

Needless to say, you were hiding in plain sight.

Getting Heisenberg used to this new life would take a long while, but he was adapting. In fact, you thought the hardest part about this would be him not using his powers in front of others. In actuality, it was him changing his outfit.

I mean, you love the trench coat, but he needed a new look. Something more casual than gruesome factory owner.

Once you managed to make him look more casual, you brought it upon yourself to get him used to regular society. Heisenberg certainly struggled being around so many people and stayed close to you whenever possible. It’s kind of amusing considering he played the big man back in the village who wasn’t scared of anything.

But hey, he was out of his comfort zone.

“I’m still in such awe...” He told you when you guys went to the store together in order for you to pick up some groceries. Grabbing a basket, you laughed a bit.

“It’s been several months, and you still can’t contain your shock.” You told him and he gave you a look you knew well. One of obvious irritation that just sums up Heisenberg’s entire persona.

“I was too young for my parents to tell me anything. And Mother Miranda isolated the entire village. Forgive me if I get fucking overwhelmed.” He seethed, crossing his arms in the process. You just shot him a smile as he continued to follow you like a toddler.

However, your smile twitched into a bit of a frown when he mentioned his parents. Heisenberg has never spoken about them before. Does he even remember them? Perhaps the memories were wiped out by Miranda? Either way, you pushed those thoughts back and gave him another smile.

“I was just teasing you, dear. Don’t take it seriously.” You told him gently, moving to walk beside him and place a hand on his shoulder. Heisenberg softened a bit at that, but still appeared tense. However, you were starting to see that it was from the bulk of people and not your comment from earlier. Looking down at your basket, you saw you needed only a couple for things.

Perhaps it would be best if he got a breather.

“Karl, go wait outside while I finish up here. Please.” You had to stress the word because you knew he would fight it. That was clear as he looked around with tense shoulders, but eventually, he gave in.

“Alright, but if you need anything, scream.” His protective instincts never left him even though you were far from the reach of any lycans. Still, you humored him with a nod before you both went your separate ways.

Once he was outside in the fresh air, he allowed himself to relax. Truth be, he was having a hard time relaxing in this urban environment. It was a big shift from what he was used to. And don’t even get him started on all the rules.

But he was outside, which means he could smoke. This he knew at least. As he went to light a cigar, Heisenberg heard the clattering of change hitting the cement ground. Turning his head to the right, he saw an elderly woman trying to pick up her coins. From the looks of things, she dropped her purse.

Heisenberg didn’t know what compelled him to do so, but he forgot about his cigar and went to help her.

“Here. Let me.” He simply said while kneeling down and avoiding eye contact. However, he could sense that the woman was stunned from his actions. Truth be, he was as well.

“Well thank you kind sir.” She said while also moving to pick up a few coins. Heisenberg could feel his face flush at the praise, and he was ready to speak, but then they both looked up.

And their eyes met.

Heisenberg felt his blood run cold when he saw familiar stormy grey eyes looking back at him from a face much older than he remembered. Both him and the woman stood up at a slow pace at the same time, never taking their eyes off each other.

Then Heisenberg muttered out a word he thought he’d never say again. His throat went bone dry.

“Mother...?”

“Karl...?”

As they continued to stare at each other in complete shock, nostalgia washing over Heisenberg, a man soon joined her. He was also of older stature, but still had a familiar look to him. No words were said as this decades long reunion came to a close.

“Honey...it’s our boy. He’s alive...” His mother said while placing a hand on her husband’s chest, shock still on her features.

“I can’t believe it...you really do have your mother’s eyes.” The man said in awe. However, while his parents seemed relieved, Heisenberg just felt his blood boil.

“Why? Why did you leave me?” He growled at them. There was no sense of love coming from Heisenberg as he finally came face to face with his parents after all these years. He had so many questions, and all of them secretly made the child part of his heart break.

Why would his parents give him up to Mother Miranda?

“Well, son-” His father started to say, but Heisenberg cut him off.

“No. You don’t get to call me that. Do you damn well think you can call me your son after what you did?” He said to them, pointing an accusing finger at each of his parents. His mother looked hurt the most.

“Karl, can’t we just be happy to see you after all this? Be thankful you’re still alive?” She asked and he just shook his head, lips in a thin angry line.

“No. The child that you remember died long ago. The man you see now has no fucking relation to you anymore.” He growled, all of his emotions stirring into one violent storm. Heisenberg could feel his powers raging to be let free, but he managed to control himself.

Just slightly.

Meanwhile, you were just checking out, ready to head out with your groceries, when you noticed Heisenberg. From your perspective, he appeared to be fine. However, then you took notice of his stance. You noticed that aggressive stance anywhere, so you moved faster to see what was going on.

All you saw was Heisenberg threatening an elderly couple, and that was enough to send your alarms off.

“Karl! What are you doing?” You asked him in shock, causing him to jump a bit. But he also appeared to relax upon seeing you, knowing that meant the two of you could leave the situation.

“Just...some catching up.” He muttered and upon seeing the tilt in your head, he elaborated on who these people were. You were shocked to witness that his parents were still alive after everything that happened in that village. But now you also understood the bitterness that Heisenberg held towards them. Everything was starting to make sense now.

They traded their son’s life for their own.

“Let’s go dear...” You said while grabbing his arm and pulling him away from his birth parents. His steely glare never left the frail couple, who were now seeing the error of their ways, as he backed up a couple steps with you before fully turning away.

As the two of you got further away from the scene, his blood cooled a bit. Heisenberg moved to grab your hand, squeezing it to calm his nerves even further. You looked at him, wanting to ask questions, but you knew better.

He would open up as his time.

“I never want to see them again.” Heisenberg finally said, you just agreed with him. In time, you would come to learn the whole story. But for now, you were just going to agree with him.

And seeing his birth parents made Heisenberg realize something.

Perhaps Mother Miranda wasn’t so bad after all because, at least with her, he was considered special enough to keep.

Sorry if this went in an opposite direction. I just knew people probably expected it to be a happy reunion, so I wanted to go in another direction. Then the thought crossed my mind that his parents willingly gave him to Mother Miranda, leading Heisenberg to dislike them. So, this was born.

#resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

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