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yawnderu · 4 months

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CW: noncon, somnophilia, cunnilingus, creampie, hints of military discharge, König is a fucking loser.

Sharing quarters with your Colonel isn't bad at all. The behemoth of a man is surprisingly quiet, always spending his free time in the armory and oftentimes simply away in the office as he focuses on planning strategies for missions.

The real reward comes when he's back in the quarters. His rough, calloused hands take an agonizingly slow time to pull down your pajama pants, a sharp exhale always leaving his lips when he sees your perfect ass. He should scold you for wearing underwear that's against the dress code, really, he should— but instead he's pulling out his cock like the disgusting pervert he is, rubbing his leaking tip all over your ass, staining it with the sticky fluid.

He knows it's wrong— fuck, he hates himself for it, but he can't help the way he's so obsessed with you, hard cock slipping between your thighs as he thrusts his hips slowly, biting his tongue to prevent the guttural groans threatening to escape his lips. His hands slip under your shirt, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his thrusts grow slightly faster while his hand grasps at your tit tightly, thankful he exhausts you so much during training so you always sleep like a log, not even realizing your Colonel is fucking your thighs every single night, leaving a mess of cum that he always cleans off before he goes back to his own bed.

Training today was so much worse than any other day, giving it your all to prove your worth as a KorTac soldier. You barely manage to take a short shower to wash off the mud all over your body and hair, mumbling a small "Colonel" as a greeting before your exhausted body hits the bed with a loud thud, falling asleep right after.

König is a fucking loser. He's a filthy, disgusting loser and he knows it, his cock already throbbing as he lets the minutes go by, listening to your soft snores until he makes sure you're in a deep sleep. He has something special planned for today— that's why he was so hard on your squad during training.

He slowly slips out of his bed, sneaking into yours as he watches you closely like a predator ready to pounce, baby blue eyes fully focused on your sleeping face for a few minutes before he finally gets to work. He's lucky you fell asleep on your back, managing to slip your underwear and pajama pants off of you easily, calloused hands opening your legs enough to see your cunt. It's his first time seeing it, taking his time to admire it before he lays down in bed, lifting his sniper hood and balaclava enough to be able to taste you.

His long tongue darts out, teasingly licking your slit before he's full-on lapping at your cunt, tongue swirling around and flicking against the sensitive skin. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding your legs open while he devours your pussy like a man starved, half-lidded eyes now fully rolling to the back of his head as your unconscious body responds to his touch, tasting the grool lubricating your cunt.

He could cum just by eating you out, shit— he was actually pretty close, but that'd be a waste. He hesitantly lets go of your cunt once you're wet enough, licking his lips and tasting you one last time before he gets on his knees, positioning his tip on your entrance. He knows he's fucking big— 8 inches of pure thickness, veins running alongside his shaft while his wet tip pokes out of his foreskin—, so he's careful. It's almost agonizing for him the way he has to be slow while sinking into you, a low groan coming out of his lips when he's able to bottom out.

He has to take a deep breath and stay still to avoid cumming, the way your walls tighten around his fat cock is enough to almost make him cum, but he doesn't want it to go to waste— no, not yet. Who knows when's the next time he'll be able to tire you out this much during training, and he's not waiting any longer. His hips start moving against yours, starting slow before he's building a rhythm he likes, practically slamming into you while his baby blue eyes focus on your pretty face.

He wants to whisper pure filth into your ear, to tell you how much he hopes he gets you pregnant so you can be his pretty little wife in Austria, how he wants to have all of you for the rest of his life, but he has to hold back to avoid waking you up. His hand goes up to lift your shirt enough to reveal your tits, back bending as he goes down, circling your nipple with his tongue before fully latching onto it, sucking hard on it while his cock goes in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your body betrays you even while you're sleeping, tightening up around him and practically begging for his cum. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he sucks on your tit more, using it to muffle the deep moan threatening to escape his lips when he buries his cock all the way in, emptying his balls into your cunt. He hesitantly lets go of your nipple and slowly pulls out, planting a trail of kisses down your stomach until he reaches your core, tongue darting out to lick the mess of your grool and his cum until the evidence of his disgusting act is gone, planting one last kiss on your clit before he slips you back into your underwear and pajama pants, taking one last look at your sleeping face before he gets back into his own bed.

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incognit0slut · 7 months

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Right Kind of Wrong (13)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Seeking pleasure leads them down an unforeseen path. wc: 4k

Part Warnings: 18+ explicit content including handcuffs, overstimulation, dom spence, very rough unprotected sex, and angst. So much angst.

a/n: this part is supposed to be jarring, but it is still consensual, it's just... ill-timed?

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

THERE WAS NOTHING GENTLE ABOUT HIS TOUCH. The moment the cool metal clasped around her wrist there was a subtle change in his demeanor.

There was something foreign about him. Something rough, something rugged, something very different from the soft and warm gestures his hands held every time he touched her. All she could feel now was hot, scorching heat that had her body burning for more.

To think this was the same guy who stuttered the first time they met was bewildering. It was unsettling, even, at how the difference was so jarring. Although she had seen him drown himself in his own anger and frustration, she had never felt it until now. It was exhilarating and nerve-racking at the same time, even when she was the one who had offered herself to him.

"You're nervous," he pointed out, his gaze dropping down towards her wrist.

"No," she blurted before she could stop the lie.

His eyes narrowed just the smallest fraction. Spencer could feel what was left of his rationale was dissipating before his very eyes. He swallowed hard, the Adams of his apple bobbing as his gaze met hers. He wet his lips with one swipe of his tongue.

"You should be."

And then he yanked her, jolting her without warning. He guided her towards the bed, pushed her onto the soft mattress, and soon came to kneel beside her. Her heart hammered against her chest as he lifted the cuffs, effectively pulling her hand up above her before he grabbed onto her other wrist. It wasn't until she heard a clear snap that she realized he had tied both of her hands to one of her bedposts.

The clink of the handcuffs jingling above her head was making a steady rhythm as she tried to wiggle her way out from their cold grasp. The steel bit into her soft flesh, clinging to her wrists with a vice-like grip. A whine escaped her as he backed away, taking in the sight of her, exposed and naked right at his mercy.

Shamelessly and almost predatorily, Spencer's eyes raked over every inch of her body. Her trembling lips, throat swallowing as little whimpers escaped her mouth. Her heaving chest with every labored breath as the muscles on her stomach tensed, goosebumps decorating her skin. And then came the best part of it all, his eyes rested right between her thighs where her heat shimmered with her arousal.

She gulped beneath his gaze. Every limb of her was threatening to jolt off the mattress at any given second, every sense and every nerve alert and on edge. Every bated breath of hers was on tenterhooks. Was this fear? Some part of it felt like it. But the other part? The whole other part that had her feeling breathless as he climbed onto the bed, his hands dropping down onto her bare legs before spreading them apart?

That was definitely lust.

There was a moment of quiet, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as he gazed at her, before he crashed his lips against hers, grabbing her hair to yank her head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of her neck.

The kiss was messy. His lips moved desperately against hers, tongues colliding almost hungrily as if he had been craving her taste this whole time. And maybe he did, after what they had been through—every frustration, every anger—he longed to devour her again. And she tasted just as good, even fucking better, and there was nothing in the world that could stop him from earning what he desired.

His lips moved down her jaw, nipping and kissing down her throat before feeling her move. "Stop squirming," he huffed impatiently, licking a hot, wet stripe down her neck and biting down on the skin at her collarbone.

A soft gasp escaped her. Who was this man? There was something so primal about him. Something that drilled right down to her core. Something dirty, filthy. Something animalistic. Something raw.

Her breath was then caught in her throat as his lips moved lower and she helplessly watched his tongue slip out, licking partway down her cleavage. She whined when his fingers grazed her breasts, his large palms squeezing them as his teeth nipped at her skin.

Almost instinctively, her hands once again pulled at the restraint, desperate to touch him in return, but she couldn't move. It was torture. To crave him yet not have the power to do so, and it wasn't even more torture that all she could do was merely watch.

Her breathing became harsher when he lowered his head and ever so gently, his tongue slid out, circling her nipple. The light touch felt so damn good that her head fell back against the headboard, eyelids closing. He released her nipple from his mouth, a smug smirk on his mouth as his other hand deftly slipped her other breast, pinching the stiffening peak between his fingers as he gazed back at her.

"Are you going to listen now?" He hummed, his breath brushing against her skin. "Are you going to understand how reckless you were?"

"I..." she breathed out, trying to control the pleasure taking over her body. "I wasn't reckless."

He tugged onto her nipple, earning a loud cry from her. "Wrong answer." And then his thumb brushed over it again, soothing the pain he had caused while his mouth closed around the other bud.

Her eyes drifted down to where his tongue lapped around her hard peak—sucking, nipping, grazing it softly between his teeth. She became acutely aware of how aroused she was getting even in this position. Never in her life had she ever considered being bounded and manhandled by a man, yet here she was, restrained to her bedpost with her legs wide apart.

Spencer could feel her body shaking, and he also noticed the way her legs grew further apart the more he continued to suck on her breast. His hand tugged onto her nipple one last time before it trailed down her stomach, past her hips, and stopped right at the center of her heat.

One stroke of his finger between her folds was all it took for her to buck her hips forward, eagerly begging for his attention. She could feel the smile on her skin as he continued to explore the wetness pooling between her thighs. "You'll listen to me now."

And then she felt two of his fingers plunging into her without warning, without mercy. They thrust into her at a mind-numbing pace that had her gasping for air, mouth wide open as she arched off the bed.

She wasn't sure how long his fingers moved inside her, although she was certain she was going to reach her high sooner than expected. He must have noticed it too because he let out a low grunt while her walls clenched around him. His mouth closed over her nipple once again and he began to suck frivolously, leaving wet marks across her already damp skin.

And then he curled his fingers, and she was gone. She screamed, the familiar sensation taking over her body while he continued to thrust his fingers into her, ramming them so quickly while he leaned back, his eyes training on the sight before him. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open, her chest heaving in quick breaths, her nipples hard and wet from his assault, and then there were his fingers buried deep inside her, her slick arousal coating every inch of his hand.

He slowed down his movements and felt her slowly relaxing, which was something he didn't approve of. He felt an insidious pull, an irresistible gravity that threatened to drag him into a sinister longing, something so out of character that it sent shivers down his spine.

He knew he shouldn't succumb to this desire, that it was something he would regret. But in that moment, he couldn't help it. The darkness within him surged, and he found himself moving closer to her as he whispered, "One."

Her eyes flickered with slight confusion, but it quickly left as he adjusted himself on the bed, her eyes briefly catching sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants before he lowered himself to the bed. The moment she knew what he was doing, her walls tightened in anticipation around his fingers. And then his mouth was just barely on her clit, his plump lips grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hot breath washed over her. Instantly her hands tugged against the restraints, a moan flying out of her.

"Stop moving," he grunted, before pressing his tongue flatly against her clit and lapping at the small bulb gently, occasionally lowering his tongue lower to lap her arousal that continued to flow, lewd sounds leaving his lips.

His movements were suddenly fast, so feral and animalistic as he shamelessly lapped her skin, swallowing every liquid dripping off her body. Tears brimmed the corner of her eyes as she felt his thick fingers pumping in and out of her at a rate that was sending her closer and closer to her second climax.

It wasn't really the stimulation of his tongue and fingers that had her tethering over the edge, although they did play a big role in the familiar pull building in her stomach, but it was the sight of him between her thighs. The way his soft curls framed his face, a few strands of them sticking onto his forehead from all the sweat. The way his mouth closed around her clit, sucking onto the sensitive bud so hard she could hear the mess her body was making.

And there was his eyes. They held a molten mix of desire and longing, bore into her soul, igniting a fire within her. They held an unmistakable hunger, like a predator fixated on its prey. She couldn't help but be drawn into the intoxicating pull of his lustful gaze, a magnetic force that left her shattering, the intensity of the pleasure finally consuming her body once again.

Her thighs quivered around his face, her stomach coiling as he moaned and tasted her, swallowing every last drop of her scent. Pleasure enveloped her like a sensuous embrace, causing a delicious, tingling sensation to ripple through her body. Her wrists tugged onto the metal link binding her but there was nothing she could do, so she surrendered herself to the all-encompassing ecstasy that consumed her body, leaving her breathless and utterly lost in this blissful chaos.

It wasn't until she felt him slowing down that she focused her attention back on him, panting heavily as she tried to ease her breathing. He then pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her with a squelch, and sat up.

"Two."

It was then she realized what he meant. Two orgasms. He was counting how many times he could make her fall apart.

"H-How much are you going to give me?" She asked in a soft whisper.

"As much as it takes for you to listen."

She was listening. Maybe not in the way he wanted her to, because let's be honest, an hour walking around without protection wasn't that bad. But she was listening to something else— his breath hitching every time his eyes caressed her body, the sound of the metal cuffs hitting the bedpost, and the rustle of clothes as his hand traveled down his body.

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he reached down his heavy belt clinked, and opened his pants, she could barely handle the anticipation of what was to come. Pulling off his pants in a hurried manner, she noticed the wetness that stained his boxers. His painfully erect member stood proudly as he pulled it out, and he had no time to waste on the pleasantries—he ached to be inside of her as soon as he possibly could.

"You said I could use you?" He taunted, positioning himself right between her legs. "Should’ve been careful what you asked for."

She let out a gasp as he pushed her body into the mattress, ramming into her in one go. Her whole body throbbed with the way his cock stretched her, goosebumps decorating her skin as she pant eagerly. His hands clutched themselves onto her waist before he began to shallowly thrust himself into her, the wet slick glistening down her thighs and gushing further, coating his pelvis entirely.

His hands roamed down her body before stopping at the back of her thighs, pushing her legs down to her chest as he loomed above her, hips slamming against hers sloppily. A desperate plea fell from her lips as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and he groaned, pushing her body even further as he thrust harder, deeper, faster. The restraints around her wrist felt like they burned the raw skin where she had been struggling against his movements, her body jolting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body.

"Three," she squealed, legs tightening on either of his sides.

Then she spasmed, crying out loud at the sensation traveling along her core. The way her body shook only heightened his senses, and he couldn't help it when his hand fell between them, his thumb brushing over her sensitive clit in quick motions.

"Oh my god," she gasped, trying to squirm away from his assault. "S-Stop."

"Why?" He grunted, slowing down his thrusts yet picking up the speed of his thumb on her clit. "I'm simply using you, just like you asked me to."

He then wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in closer. "I think I can give you another one."

Eyes locking with hers, he drew his slick-stained cock all the way out of her, just until his tip remained—before pushing back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from her. The mix of hurt and pleasure was dangerous, yet it was a welcomed warning that hummed through her body as the speed of his thrusts picked up again.

She slowly looked up at him, and in true honesty, he was a such sight to see. That look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into her over and over. The curve of his cock stretched her in a way she had never felt before, and his thrusts were so aggressive it was getting too overwhelming. It was all-consuming as her whole body burned from the way his cock slammed into her, each thrust filling her walls until she was nothing but a whining mess.

"S-Spence." She whimpered through pouty lips, and she wasn't sure if he could even hear her when he sent her a drowsy look before his lips were on hers, tongue-twisting past her lips as he started a pace that was just as quick and ruthless as the last, perhaps even more. She was exhausted, her body was so heavy, and every grind of his cock made something ache deep in her abdomen.

A surprised gasp fell out of her mouth as one of his reached out round her throat with a light pressure. She moaned in response, offering her neck to him further. He let out a grunt before his hips continued their delicious movements, her head rolling even further back along the headboard, not even caring it was repeatedly smacking lightly into the wood behind her. She was too focused on his cock throbbing inside of her and that warm hand on her neck gently choking her.

Before she knew it, her eyes were momentarily rolling back, a moan building in her throat as her orgasm began to consume her. His hips rammed more enthusiastically into her, his hand tightening around her neck. "Four," Spencer announced between battered breaths, his own voice sounding strained. "Come with me."

She cried out, hands tugging at her restraints. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to reach out and run her hands over his back, but the cuff bit harshly into her wrists, holding her back in conjunction with his hand on her throat. The moment his deep, pleasure-filled rumble filled the bedroom at her struggles, she came hard on his cock at the same time he came undone. His body brutally crushed her as she felt his warmth seeping deep inside of her, her own body shuddering against his.

When her climax had washed over her, she was left dizzy and breathless. She slumped against the headboard, arms going slack against the cuffs. His loud panting breaths quickly filled her ears, then very abruptly he slipped his cock out from inside of her, his arms releasing their hold on her just as fast.

She watched as carefully got off the bed and in one quick motion, he zipped himself back into his pants, breath still heavy as he did. And while he did all that, she noticed he was oddly silent. He still remained silent as he maneuvered around to the side of her on the bed, reaching behind her before he pulled out a small key from the back of his pocket.

With a deliberate and practiced motion, he inserted the key into the small keyhole of the cuff, the tiny teeth of the key fitting perfectly. As the metal link opened and slid off her wrist, her skin underneath revealed the deep imprints left by the restraints, red lines encircling her wrists.

The room was filled with a heavy, unnerving stillness as she studied him, noticing the way his eyes were trained on her hands. He studied the bruises forming on her wrists. It was a visual reminder of the harm he had unintentionally inflicted, a stark testament to the damage done during what was supposed to be something intimate. The moment he stepped back and looked away, a heavyweight formed in her gut.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said, voice oddly quiet.

"What?" She asked, gently sitting up.

"I shouldn't have done that," he repeated. "That—that was so wrong. I..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was too rough."

Her eyes narrowed as he shook his head, still refusing to look at her. Something felt off.

"Spencer," she called out. "It was consensual on my part."

"Look at you!" He snapped, his gaze focusing on her wrist. "I hurt you. You have bruises because of me. I—I tied you up."

She swallowed hard, sliding off of the bed and making her way towards him "I gave you my permission," she reminded him. "I wanted this as much as you did."

"That was wrong of me," he reiterated, still not focusing on her. "Here I am, wanting to protect you, and look what I just did.”

"But you are protecting me. You've been looking out for me this whole time."

"We both know that's not true." He shot. He was shaking his head firmly again, his face shifting away from her. "We both know I haven't been easy on you—and yet I come here to speak to you like that? Touch you like that? Fuck you like that?"

He rarely let such vile words escape his lips, nor did he let his anger take over his emotions. But it wasn't directed at her—no, it was a furious self-condemnation that spilled forth, revealing an inner turmoil that had been simmering beneath his usual calm exterior, a contrast to what she was seeing now. His clenched fists and furrowed brow were clear indicators that the true battle was within himself.

"No. No, I shouldn't have done that to you."

Her mouth fell open, that heavy feeling in her stomach slowly making its way upwards, coming to wrap her heart. "Spencer, I gave you the consent to touch me."

"No," he said, taking another step back. "This—" He said, gesturing a hand between the obvious space between them, "—it can't continue. I'll only hurt you even more."

She was the one who took a step back this time.

"What are you saying?"

"This needs to stop—whatever this is. I-I can't focus on this case if I keep getting involved with you. You're supposed to be under my protection, I'm supposed to keep you safe and yet I'm the one hurting you."

Being questioned of her innocence was hurtful, being left without any word from him after that was also hurtful. But to hear him dismiss the times they had spent together, even when it wasn't perfect, sliced through the air, landing like daggers in her heart.

With her voice trembling but resolute, she asked, "Whatever this is? That's what you think of us... as whatever?"

Her words hung in the air, charged with a mix of hurt, frustration, and a demand for clarity. She locked eyes with him, waiting for his response. He tore away his eyes from her and the avoidance of his gaze only deepened the tension in the room.

"You deserve someone better, someone who won't accuse you wrongly, someone who won't hurt you when you need to be protected." There was a moment of silence before he continued with a certain edge in his voice. "Someone who's not a federal agent far from doing his job."

That was it. That was the nail in the coffin. Exhaustion suddenly settled over her like a heavy shroud. She had always been known for her resilience, and her unwavering determination, but today was different. The exhaustion from the sex, her emotional turmoil, and now his dismissal had drained her of the strength to fight back.

And then to make matters worse, his phone suddenly rang. That fucking damn phone. Her annoyance flared up like a smoldering ember as the phone disrupted yet another conversation. It wasn't the first time, and frustration had been building with each interruption. She wanted to snatch it out of his grip and throw it to the wall.

She saw him catch a glimpse of the device and she busied herself by tearing open her dresser, grabbing the first shirt she saw, and silently throwing it on. He was awfully quiet, which meant that his notification seemed more like a text rather than a phone call, and she continued to show her back to him. Not because she didn't want to see him, but rather she didn't want him to see her.

She was on the verge of tears.

You're a fucking idiot, she snapped to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, catching her by surprise, and she battled the urge to let them fall. She berated herself inwardly, feeling vulnerable and exposed for getting emotional over what might seem trivial.

But she was too tired—of him, of herself, of everything. The weariness that had been weighing her down finally took its toll. Despite her efforts to stay composed, the overwhelming emotions got the best of her, yet she didn't want him to know how much of his words hurt her. She didn't even want to acknowledge him even when he was calling her attention.

"I need to go."

Of course, you do.

"I'll come back later."

Don't even bother.

"We can talk then."

Just fucking leave me alone.

With the unspoken tension lingering in the air, and knowing she wasn't going to acknowledge him anymore, he quietly left, giving her the solitude she seemed to crave. It wasn't until she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her that she finally fell back onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.

The entirety of the night was finally hitting her hard–she had felt a short freedom, which was considered as 'being reckless' according to Spencer. Then he came unannounced, tied her up onto her bed, and fucked her while also managing to break her heart to pieces, leaving her shattered and lonely.

She had no idea how her day had taken such a dark, heartbreaking turn.

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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LOST : jude bellingham x fem!reader (angst)

where the only love jude has ever come to know is you, a previous relationship he had failed yet tried so hard to keep. // AGAIN, english is not my first language so please be kind and bare with me :(( i had no other ideas so i went down the route that i’m most comfortable writing with, an angst :P enjoy my loves !!

“What’s wrong?”

The soft edge of your voice was not missed by Jude, the care and unadulterated love evident in your eyes as his gaze meets yours.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask again, this time approaching him in brisk steps and arms ready to wrap around his body.

And he lets you.

He lets you engulf him in your warmth, despite your arms not meeting all the way on his back you flatten your palms against his spine, smoothly and softly caressing the fabric of his training shirt.

There was not a single word spoken. And yet you didn't have to because your actions would've sufficed either way merely because Jude finds comfort in the entirety of you, whether that may be in a form of vocal reassurance or simply by just being there. You were the source of his calmness and content.

Jude wraps his own arms around you, leaning his head against yours before kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothin’ love, don’t hafta worry bout anythin’.” He tells you.

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When he meets her eyes, there is a silent plead in his gaze.

A plea for any semblance of you, in her.

Jude knows he's not being fair but he couldn’t fully grasp the realization that this is his reality now as he stands before his family and her in the seats of the stadium.

His parents tells him how much they're proud of him, highlighting every good plays and the number of steals he managed to grab during the entire game yet it all falls deaf in his ears.

He remains rooted on his spot, eyes glued on the soft chestnut ones of his current girlfriend and he couldn't help but miss your slightly darker ones. The same ones who would crinkle into adorable crescent moons when you would smile as you watched him approach you in the bleachers. Hers doesn't do that, though there is a content and timid smile on her lips before she's standing in front of him.

Jude faintly remembers his Mum telling him that she's proud and a supportive pat on his back from his Dad, all that before they're seated back on the soft-cushioned chairs and he's standing face to face with his current girlfriend.

“You did so well in there Jude! You played so good!” She squeals, enthusiasm in her voice but he couldn't fully match her attitude. Not after the plaguing thoughts of you clouding his entire mind and turning it into a foggy lane of his memories with you. “I’m so proud of you!”

Are you?

Are you proud of him still?

He knows it's been almost 8 months since your break-up and since he last saw you but are you still watching his games? Like when you promised that you'd still support him no matter what happens? Do you still have his jersey or is it tucked away somewhere in the city where it's no longer near your grasp? Do you still have his Nike tech fleece that you used to wear a lot in the house? Or is it replaced by another hoodie as you toss away your remaining memories of him?

“... we can cook for dinner or order your favorite from your favorite restaurant. Just so we can celebrate your guys’ win and your good game tonight...” Her voice trails off, noticing the lack of acknowledgements from her boyfriend. “Jude...? Baby, are you alright?”

Ah, right. Jude hesitantly nods his head, smiling a timid smile before she's being wrapped around in his embrace.

“Mhm... ’m alright.” He tries to reassure her, caressing the back of her head. “Nothin’ to worry about.”

You're gone, driven away by his own selfishness. And while you used to be the source of his comfort and his everything, he’s now lost, eyes looking over an unfamiliar territory for something special that he threw away in the very first place.

a/n: read part two here.

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 1)

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Completed series :) This is the first episode of my 8 part series. I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing this <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 2,709 Warnings: MDNI, corpse, kidnapping, controlling behavior

You feel like you got hit by a truck. Your brain felt like it was gonna beat out of your head and your vision was all blurry. You’re trying to grasp at any memory of what had you in this state. Once your vision starts getting back to normal, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. It's not until now that you also realize you're hanging from a hook to the ceiling. You try to move but feel a stinging pain from your wrists. They were numb until you moved them and now you had gained another painful sensation you had to deal with- in addition to your head.

You shut your eyes hard and try to remember… remember the night before. But you can't think of anything. You continue to think until your thoughts get interrupted by what sounds like a heavy sliding door slide open. You start panicking and you debate whether or not to scream for help. You chose to stay still, pretending to be knocked out until you get a glimpse of who it is. It wouldn't be wise to scream, drawing attention to you.

Heavy footsteps head towards you and your heart’s beating faster, your adrenaline wanting to kick in and scream bloody murder, but you hold back. The footsteps get louder until they stop right in front of you. The man grabs your chin to have you face him. You couldn't help but flinch when he first touched you. Your attempts at remaining ‘passed out’ failed as the man definitely felt you jitter. “open your eyes or i'll scoop them out of your head”. he demanded with a low and monotone voice. You carefully open your eyes so as to not upset him further and you look down on this man standing in front of you. He was big, too big and any thoughts of fighting your way out was abolished. He gave you a smirk seeing your terrified expression clearly holding back tears. “Relax darlin’ i'm just messing with ya’... that's not really my style”.

Your head is still killing you but he looked familiar and there was no doubt he was the one responsible for putting you in this god awful place. Your senses are slowly coming back to you and you feel the stench of, what could only be described as, iron, filling your nose. Looking around, you see dead pigs gutted and hung on the wall. You realize you're in a cold room, the chills didn't hit you until that very moment. Until you saw something that made your stomach turn in the worst way imaginable. On the butchering table there was a whole dead body of a human. You could barely make out that it was a woman, she was skinned all over and you immediately looked away, letting a small noise of disgust escape your mouth as you turned the other direction and winced.

The severity of the situation hits you harder than before and you see your life flash before your eyes. You were next. You knew it. He was here. He IS here. “Listen, i don't mean to scare you but you know… there is no polite way of doing this”. He seems amused by the sheer terror on your face after seeing the dead body and realizing you're next. “Please sir, what do you want?” you look down and shut your eyelids, letting a tear fall from your eyes. You know these are your last moments.

Before letting him answer you felt a small surge of energy flowing through you like a last fighting chance to live “i'll do anything, please don't kill me!” He looks at you tilting his head like he was studying you, you know that he’s probably heard it a million times. “I'll do anything”, you repeat it to emphasize how you really meant it. He just stares at you, listening to your defeated cries. You take this moment to study him back and you finally realize where you recognize this man from.

You had gotten all dolled up to go to a bar. You flirted with this man that ended up taking you to his car. Before you knew it you were knocked into the ground. Fading in and out of consciousness, you remember glimpses of him holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, and smoking a cigarette with the other. You remember seeing far stretches of empty land outside the window and every now and then he would look at you and smirk, like he was proud of his catch. “I met you at the bar” you mumble, your head aching from all the thinking you had to do to unfold these revelations. “Correct” he says simply, verifying your vague memories.

“Please, i'll do anything” you repeat for the third time, it seemed to, at the very least, make him think, buying you more time left on this earth. He finally acknowledges your statement. “Tell me darlin’ what value could you provide for me?” Even though you asked for it, you didn't expect him to entertain your offer seriously. You gather all information available to you and come to the obvious conclusion… “I can help you lure in other victims, and in exchange, you spare my life.” he lets out a chuckle. “What makes you think I need help luring in victims? I did a pretty good job catching you.” He has a point. You thought to yourself for a second… “...but… I can lure in men.” you whisper, not being very confident with your answer.

You weren't sure if it was gonna work. You felt like you were playing chess with the devil. You see him contemplate your offer and you start to see some light at the end of the tunnel. “You make it hard denying you darlin’. I have no doubts you have no issue catching the attention of men. But how do i know you wont run off or call for help” You make a risky play that could very well hit- as it could miss “you’ll just have to keep an eye on me, won't you? you didn't seem to have an issue with that back at the bar” your voice was careful but suggestive. He couldn't keep his eyes off you earlier, licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes. This was a good soft spot to hit in order to get on his good side, your sex appeal never fails. “You got my hands tied sweetheart. Ain't no denyin’”. He cuts open the rope around your ankles, puts a cloth sack over your head and unhooks you from the ceiling. “Checkmate” you proudly muttered to yourself.

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Your captor grabs you firmly by the arm and yanks you up the stairs and into, what you assume, the car from earlier. He pushes you into the car, giving you some time to adjust. “Don't you dare pull some sneaky shit or I won't hesitate to slit your throat” he slams the passenger side door shut, he walks around to the other side and you hear the driver's door open. You feel the car rumble into motion and take off.

With the cloth sack still over your head, you felt trapped. How was this actually gonna pan out? You thought it was best to gain his trust by talking to him. All things considered, he's been nice… he could've killed you but strangely chooses to spare you… you couldn't figure out why. Is this a part of his game? Is he bringing me to another location to finish the job? Your mind is making up all sorts of scenarios trying to make sense of this monster. “It's kind of dark in here” you try to make light of the situation… no pun intended. "Oh? and what do you suggest?” you couldn't see him but you could hear him smiling while asking his question. “We could start by taking off the sack, maybe?” you're still cautious with your words, afraid he’ll snap but you’re growing more confident, as you truly believe he won't kill you, at least not yet. “That way, I get to talk to you face to face” you try moving around in your seat, arching your back to get more comfortable. You let little moans escape your mouth, trying to influence his decision. You hear him let out a defeated sigh.

You feel the sack slide off your head, ruffling up your hair in the process. You get blinded due to the pitch blackness you were in seconds ago. You squint your eyes and look over to the man. You can't believe the man that swept you off your feet with his charm last night, is the same man who has you tied up in his truck, while forcing you to help catch more victims. It felt surreal, how did I even get in this situation? stuff like this only happened in movies or books.

“You’re awfully quiet, I thought you wanted ‘face to face’”. He says playfully while taking glances at you then back at the road. “Well I can hardly see. You made my hair get all messy!”. You keep nodding and bowing your head trying to gesture for him to fix it, since your hands were tied behind your back.

He lets out a quick chuckle and starts flattening your hair with his right hand. He stays looking at the road and avoids eye contact for the most part. You, on the other hand, are looking straight at him, still trying to figure this man out. Why was he doing this? It didn't make sense. You felt like a little kitten being pet by their owner.

When he felt that he was done and that you looked presentable, you expected him to put his hand back on the steering wheel and ignore you for the rest of the ride. Instead, he grabbed your face with the same hand that was brushing your hair. He made sure to squeeze a little, forcing a pouty expression onto your face. “You look beautiful darlin’”. You were shocked by the suddenness of it all but couldn't help but blush at his words. You couldn't talk with him still holding you but you managed to mutter something along the lines of “mmthankmmyu”. It was pretty incoherent but before he let go of your face he continued, “whatever boy you manage to lure, I don't want him touching you alright?”.

Even though this little song and dance is about power and control, you felt butterflies form between your legs, making you shut your thighs to get a hold of them. You've always found it attractive for men to take control, even when it could be seen as toxic. In this case ‘toxic’ wouldn't even begin to cover what this man was. You nod in submission, you thought it would make it a little harder to forbid the victim from touching you, but not impossible.

He lets go of your face and takes a glance down to your lips. You catch him and it was as if he didn't want you to by the way he quickly turned his head back to the road, but you didn't think much of it. “We’re almost there, turn around for me” you weren't sure what it meant but you faced the window, making your back face him. You try your best to peek behind you to see what he's about to do next. He pulls out his knife and you feel the rope that previously held your wrists together, slice open.

You take turns rubbing your wrists on each hand, they’re numb from how tight they were tied together. “Thank you” you muttered to him, looking down to show gratitude. He gives you a quick nod as a non-verbal ‘you're welcome’.

For the first time you drew your attention to the outside of your window. The sun was setting, it was not quite pitch black yet, but in an hour or so it would be. The sky was clear and you thought about how beautiful the stars would look on a cloud free evening such as this. You came to realize, you didn't remember his name.

You turn your attention back to the stranger, “I don't remember your name.” you look at him with a puzzled expression and a raised eyebrow, because surely he had told you back at the bar. “Why do you need my name, I don't know yours”. He was staring you right in the eyes, as if he was hinting towards him wanting to know my name. “My name is Mikaela, your turn.” you feel proud over this small interaction you've managed to gather with this killer. It made him seem almost human again, like when you first met him. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Name’s Johnny”. He gives you a small smirk. "Handsome name for a handsome man”.

You cover your mouth with your left hand holding back a giggle, like a schoolgirl who just told her crush she liked him. His smirk grows bigger and he locks eyes with you. He puts his hand on your left thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze. You hold his eye contact for a couple of seconds until you cover your face with both your hands to hide your hard blushing. This man was good at making the butterflies go crazy. His gaze alone made your stomach twirl and his hands traveling across your body was sure to leave a pool between your legs.

You feel the car slow down and you take a look around. The window no longer greeted you with far stretches of empty desert, but instead there were town roads, buildings, boutiques and lights. “We’re here” he snapped back into the low, husky monotone personality his voice had. And just like that you were pulled back into the reality that is your life. You needed to fight to find another man to take your place in that cold room, you couldn't let Johnny down, or he would deal with you the same way he dealt with that woman on the butchering table.

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Johnny gets out of his car and walks over to your side, opening the door for you. “How polite, thank you sir” you tease him, getting really addicted to his facial expressions whenever you would confidently flirt with him. It was an amused expression, one that encouraged your behavior, and whatever keeps you alive longer, you'll continue doing.

Johnny closes the car door behind you and he pushes you somewhat roughly against the car. This was the first time you were standing this close to him and you took notice of how tall he was compared to you, you truly felt like a little bunny getting preyed on by a lion. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his body bouncing off yours. His scent filled your nose, it was a masculine and but perfectly balanced perfume. A small string of his slick, black hair was falling down over his forehead. His heavy breathing, making it sway back and forth.

He looks down to you, and somehow gets even closer than before, “you remember what i told you in the car?” his right hand was pressing your shoulder into the metal surface behind you and the other was placed on the surface to trap you between his arms. You look up at his narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor right now. You nod while maintaining eye contact “yes Johnny, no touching” you felt like you were in trouble already, yet you haven't even stepped foot in the bar. “good girl, i will keep a close eye on you”. He removes his hand from your shoulder and once again, cups your face. “When we get in this bar, I'll need you to find someone quick. Once you bring him outside, I'll take over, sound good?” He steps back letting the cool air replace his warmth. He gestures with his head to follow behind him, and you do as he suggests.

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Until the mirror breaks. [Part 3]

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 4]

Tags: gn!youngest Itoshi!reader, reader was born shortly before Sae went to Spain, angst. a lot of angst., hurt/comfort, slightly possessive Rin

Even years later, the rivalry between Rin and Sae doesn't stop. It's mostly fueled by Rin. His fixation on you being the next prodigy hasn't stopped either. For that matter, it actually became stronger - or as Sae calls it: it became worse.

If it wasn't for your irrational fear of cameras, Rin would have shown you off to the world already. That fear isn't something you've always had, but rather something that developed as you grew up.

And now, you're 8 years old. Rin can barely process how much you grew up already.

And neither can Sae.

For Sae, it's especially hard to grasp because he barely got to see you in all these years.

There was this longer period of time when he got to see you without Rin being there. That was when Rin was in Blue Lock and Sae stayed in Japan for a while. But even during that time, Sae couldn't manage to develop a proper bond with you. He knows as soon as he leaves again he's going to forget about you most of the time. That knowledge created a barrier that prevents him from forming a real bond with you. What also holds him back is the mess of what's going on between him and Rin. Due to being stuck in such a mess with the brother he grew up with, it's just hard to feel the way he once felt about Rin about you.

Every time he leaves after visiting home, Sae gets hit with the same guilt he felt after his first visit. The guilt makes him feel like he should protect you and prevent Rin from forcing his own dream onto you. But really, Sae has no idea what to do about that. He's attempted to talk to Rin and your parents about it, but was always met with the same answers.

"(Y/N) has the potential to become a great player. We should continue supporting that."

After the end of Blue Lock, Rin became a professional soccer player, but decided to continue living at home so he can support you. He has to travel fairly often, but when he doesn't, he often spends his time with you.

Rin took control over everything regarding soccer in your life. Even your parents don't get a say in that anymore, but they're only fine with it because they don't see how controlling Rin can get.

For the longest time, Rin didn't let you join a team. He thought you were way too good to play with others your age, since he considered their skill way below yours. What he didn't take into consideration was how that made you lack experience regarding playing in a team and against another team. But at the age of 8 that shouldn't be so bad.

Eventually, Rin realized it was time to look for a team for you to join. And of course, you got accepted into his first choice. Being one of the Itoshi siblings means having access to joining any team you'd want to.

Your lack of experience in playing with multiple people showed in the first few weeks of joining your team, but you got the hang of it really quickly. And of course, you're the star of the team. After all, you're an Itoshi.

Even though you now have weekly soccer practices and matches, Rin still makes you practice with him almost every day. But not to an extent where it's overly exhausting or leads to burnout. Rin is so fixated on his dream, he managed to find the perfect balance in everything for you.

And now, your first big match is coming up. Sae just happens to visit home during that time, and he's never gotten to see you play in a match, so he's coming along with Rin and your parents to watch you.

But without his, and even without your knowledge, Rin planned to make so much more out of this. He invited representatives from the Japan Football Union to show off that you're the next prodigy.

This would be your time to shine. This would be the moment all the years of training pay off.

At least that's how Rin thinks it's going to be.

Without Rin't knowledge, the JFU representatives invited a camera team to show the match live on the internet. Knowing an Itoshi sibling will be playing would make a lot of soccer fans watch that.

Rin thought you would be fine, but the cameras triggered your anxiety the moment you saw them. The anxiety prevents you from playing properly and the skill you show is so much below what you're actually capable of.

It disappoints Rin. So much.

It's nothing to blame completely on you, but your team ends up losing the match.

The car ride home afterwards is uncomfortable. Nobody really speaks and you're still anxious because of the cameras. The only somewhat comforting thing is Sae's hand resting on your shoulder.

Being back at home is even more uncomfortable. Rin is still mad at you and doesn't even pay attention to you anymore. At dinner, he acts as if you don't exist.

You're still a child. You don't properly understand why exactly Rin acts this way now. But you feel some sort of guilt. You go to Rin's room with the intention to apologize.

When Rin ignored your knocking, you decide to enter the room anyways. And still, your older brother continues to ignore you. You've never seen him so cold towards you.

It's the exact same way he acts towards Sae all the time.

When you realize the way Rin is currently acting is the same as he acts around Sae, you break down in tears, right in front of Rin.

And he knows he's at fault for making you cry. It frustrates him and makes him even angrier, but instead of comforting you, he lets his anger take over.

"You don't even know how much you embarrassed me today. You were supposed to show how great you are so we can beat Sae one day!"

Rin has never raised his voice when talking to you. His sudden increase in volume makes you flinch.

"I can't stand the sight of you right now." Rin turns away to face the wall. "You let a few cameras take away your entire skill? You let your team lose because of something like this? Seriously?!"

In anger, Rin punches the mirror on his wall. He hits it so hard, it cracks and a few shards fall to the floor.

Rin faces you one last time as he says: "Don't play soccer ever again if you're this weak."

You're still crying. And Rin doesn't care. It's as if the loving and protective brother he's always been has disappeared in one day.

Rin pushes you out of his room and slams the door shut. The sound of that makes Sae look into the hallway, where he sees you in tears.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?" He asks as he slowly walks towards you. "Is Rin still upset? Did he say something mean to you?"

Being aware of the way Rin acts when something doesn't go the way he wants it to, Sae already knows the answers, but he's asking you regardless. Despite the lack of love Sae usually feels towards you, right now his big brother instincts finally manage to take over.

He hates seeing you in tears like this, so he picks you up and takes you to your room, where he sits down with you on your bed.

"I heard a bit of what Rin said to you," Sae admits, "Don't listen to him, okay?" Sae puts his hand on your shoulder and looks into your eyes. "It were the cameras that made you so anxious today, right?"

Sae was never explicitly told about your fear of cameras, but he puzzled the pieces together to figure it out by himself. When you were much younger, your parents would often send photos of you to Sae, so he'd get to see a bit of you. But over the years that slowly stopped. And every time he'd take his phone out around you, you'd hide in fear of him opening the camera.

"I don't like cameras...They scare me" You tell Sae while you wipe away your tears with your sleeve. Sae gives you a tissue to use for that instead.

It takes a bit until your oldest brother figures out what to answer. He wants to be careful with what he says to you right now.

"(Y/N), maybe Rin never told you, but being a professional player means being in front of the camera in basically every match. You can try to get over your fears, or you don't. And if that means you won't become a professional player because you can't or because you don't want to, then that's okay." Sae takes a deep breath and sighs. "Do you even want to be a professional player for yourself? Or is it only because of Rin?"

The last question overwhelms you a lot. It's something you never thought about. Did you ever have the chance to give it only a bit of thought? You're only a kid and you've always been following the path Rin put in front of you. Rin has always been the one guiding you when it came to soccer.

You've never been given a choice to make. Everything you followed were Rin's decisions from what he thought was the best for you. That never did any big damage, since he's always been a loving brother to you. But who could have guessed he reacts like this if you disappoint him only once?

"I-I... I want to quit soccer." You tell Sae between your sobs. "I'm not good enough... I can't do what Rin wants and-"

Sae is visibly shocked by your response and before you get to finish your sentence he interrupts you by grabbing your shoulders and turning you more in his direction to make you face him.

"You don't need to be good enough for Rin. You don't have to beat me to be good enough, okay?" Sae gives your head a soft pat. "Forget about Rin's dream. If he wants to beat me, he can try. But you stay out of it from now on, alright? It's time to figure out what your dream is."

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How could I ever forget you? Chapter 17

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow × f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: "I guess this is it"

Chapter 2: "Oh how I missed you"

Chapter 3: "Goodbye, Sebastian"

Chapter 4: " think it's time you move on"

Chapter 5: "Professor Sallow?"

Chapter 6: "Welcome Home"

Chapter 7: "You're my good luck charm"

Chapter 8: "I'm more of a butterfly person"

Chapter 9: “What have you become?”

Chapter 10: “I have something for you”

Chapter 11: “Curious”

Chapter 12: “I can never stay away from you”

Chapter 13: “Meet me in the undercroft”

Chapter 14: “Shall we dance?”

Chapter 15: “Maybe I’m just as messed up as you”

Chapter 16: “I need you”

Chapter 17: “Isn’t this a nice surprise”

Your cold knuckles left a gentle knock on the soon-to-be potion shop door, as the sign you stared at fogged over with your deep breaths.

The door swung open with a creek, as a smiling face appeared through the remaining mist.

"Isn't this a nice surprise," his warm voice greeted as you stood shivering in the snow.

"Garreth-"

He interrupted you with a finger, that he placed gently on your chin, resting his thumb at the bottom of your face. Startled, your lips parted, beginning to explain the reason for your visit. However, before the words could reach your tongue, his hand lifted. Pushing your chin up towards the cloudy sky, guiding your gaze to the wooden porch shelter that shielded you from the gentle snowfall.

You stared for a moment, looking at the old wooden ceiling above you, puzzled at why he would silently insist you look up there. You began to speak again, before noticing a stem unwinding from above, as leaves magically sprouted, dangling atop your head.

Mistletoe.

Your heart leapt. It was awfully romantic, you had to admit. But your heart remained elsewhere, it always had, and that was precisely the reason you stood at the Weasleys doorstep.

"Garreth," you repeated, lowering your gaze and gently removing his touch.

As you looked back down at him, you discovered him leaning over, eyes closed and his lips already puckered, cheekily expecting you to return the favour.

After a few seconds too long, his eyes fluttered open, to find you standing there, staring at the ground.

"Garreth.. I'm so sorry."

He stood in the doorway, his auburn hair catching the wind and his nose beginning to numb, silent and defeated.

The weight of your actions came tumbling upon you, harder than ever. Sebastian's change in attitude had been too much of a distraction from everything. Garreth was far too lovely to deserve what you were doing to him, but might you have continued if you hadn't gotten caught? Was Sebastian's condition clouding your grasp on reality all that much?

The silence lingered on as you watched the green eyes before you darting back and forth across the snow, trying to make sense of the situation. You couldn't bare to see him suffer any longer, you had to rip the dressing from the wound, you had tell him the truth.

"I.." you stuttered hesitantly.

"....am in love with Sebastian?" Muttered back a dull voice.

You stomach dropped, leaving you gawking at him, wide eyed and speechless. Was it really that obvious? Did his aunt tell him?

"I see the way you look at him, you always have done really. I probably should have known. The moment he entered the room that night you couldn't take your eyes off him.."

You wanted to say something, you truly did, but the universe forbid you. The guilt unraveling in your head was all consuming, holding you there like a prisoner to your own actions.

"It's alright," he said, forcing a smile upon his cold lips. "Just, be careful, okay?"

You nodded. If only he knew how much danger you were actually getting into, how being careful was simply not an option. Perhaps in another life you could have been safe with Garreth, but that life would simply not exist in any universe with Sebastian.

And you were okay with that.

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The school day was coming to an end as you made the trek back up to the castle, your eyes fixated on the lake that swarmed your mind, with Professor Weasleys voice still ringing in your ears. What was down there?

The desperation to save Sebastian was so riveting you could have jumped in right then and there, however there was one problem.

It had completely frozen over.

You arrived outside Sebastian's classroom just a few minutes earlier than he'd requested at breakfast, to retrieve the books, and the something else he'd promised.

Your footsteps echoed the halls of the defence tower as you approached the door, meeting the sound of Sebastian's voice lecturing a class of fifth years.

Lingering in the doorway, you peered in, desperate to get a sight of the Professor at work.

You caught a glimpse of his form, leaning over a desk with his arms folded, helping a student make sense of her essay. His presence was so prominent in the classroom, and ever so proud. It never failed to make you breathless and dizzy, perhaps it was something about the dominance of a tutor that had you engaged like a helpless schoolgirl, or the fact that it was Sebastian that tipped you over the edge. Whatever the case, you were infatuated.

As he glanced up to the class, he looked right through them, locking eyes with only you and flashing that smile you'd never get tired of seeing. Grinning back from the doorway, your heart jumped as he cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"That's it for today," he boomed, clapping his hands together as he concluded. "You are dismissed."

You stepped back as a swarm of students shuffled their way out of the room, barging past you with complete disregard. After the room had at last emptied out, you stepped in and were met with the Professor. He stood once again with his arms folded accompanied by that charming twinkle in his eye. He extended a finger and rolled it back, luring you in to his palace of knowledge.

"Follow me," he muttered with a breathy husk, turning to the steps that led to his office. You obeyed, following him up before he closed the office door behind you.

Sebastian leant back onto his desk, once again folding his arms and his legs. Beside him sat the pile of books you'd left in the Great Hall, the books you'd hoped contained the answers you were looking for.

You reached forward to pick them up, but were met by the hash slap of his palm upon the top of the books, before you could get to them.

"Uh-uh," he said ever so smugly, forbidding you to take what you came for. "What's this all about?" He raised an eyebrow.

"None of your business," you teased, stepping back and crossing your arms to match him.

You'd promised him you wouldn't get involved, and telling him you had wouldn't be worth the risk of losing him, not now, not again.

"Listen," he said with a sigh. "If you think these books might lead the way to finding what I'm looking for, you're wrong." His head turned away from you, the picture of defeat plastered across his face. "I've tried everything, believe me. I've read every book and searched every corridor. It's no use, please just... stay out of this, okay?"

"Fine," muttered from your lips, not revealing to him that you actually had a lead.

"Promise me," he spoke with a stern gaze, staring into deep your soul. This was not a question, nor a request. This was a demand.

You nodded with a gulp. You weren't staying out of it, even if Merlin forbid it, you were going to save that man's life.

"So... what about that something else?" Slipped from your lips, desperate to change the subject.

Sebastian stood up, towering over you, his silhouette rising and falling with his breath as he took your hand into his and held it to his chest.

"I was wondering," he took a moment, looking a little flustered. "If you'd like to visit Anne with me on Christmas Day."

A light shone from your eyes at his request, inviting you meant everything.

"Sebastian," you whispered, brushing your hand across his stubbled cheek. "I'd love too."

He let out a sigh of relief, before pulling you close, tightening his clasp around you, his fingers in your hair, and his face in your neck. Something about the way he carried himself adjusted, his body almost becoming limp, vulnerable and desperate. The beating of his heart rattled against your chest, getting faster as he stuttered.

"I.. I've been paying for a nurse to look after her in Feldcroft," his muffled voice admitted with a sniffle. "It's been so hard to see her, MC."

Fingertips tracing the back of his shirt, you told him it was alright.

"I need you with me, MC.. I always have."

Chapter 18

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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The Babysitter- Day 5.5- Midday /8

Summary: Lazy days in bed, have never been so good.

Theif!Reader x The Red Hood

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Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY! Choking, praise, swearing, multiple Os, cream pie, DDDNE, feelings? whats that?

Jason takes you home, as promised. He doesn’t say a word during the whole walk and when you finally get there he places you on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a bowl of water and a cloth. His huge hands make delicate work of getting all the bits of concrete from your feet. “You need a shower, do you need help?”

“Maybe, my feet are way worse than I thought.”

“Okay,” is all he says as he picks you up and carries you into the bathroom, “Hands up.”

“I can do it.”

“Do it then.” quickly you throw your dress over your head, your dress clattering to the ground as the contents of your pockets empties onto the floor. He takes a second, staring down at your look and when you say nothing, his eyes staring at the stray boomerang on the tiles, “Got it yourself, I see,” he mutters, picking you up and walking you into the shower. He doesn’t say a word when he leans you into the wall, washes you down or when he dries you off and snuggles you into your pink fluffy robe and tucks you up into bed. “You’re very quiet, is that my fault?”

“No, it’s been a long day.” you tell a half truth, you are so stunned by what the fuck happened in the alley and what is happening now.

“Still a bad liar, wanna tell me the truth?”

“No.”

“So it is my fault?”

“Not everything is about you Red.”

“True enough.” he shrugs, slipping his arms under you and carrying you into your room.

“I love you bed,” you snuggle into your pillow when he lays you down, “What you doing?” turning to the Red Hood who's stripping off the rest of his armor.

“I’m worried you’re going to take off again, this is the only way I can keep an eye on you.” Jason lies, fuck he’s coming down. Showing you what's what was fun, it felt so good. But he needs to know that you’re alright, to just hold you a little, if you let him.

“If you’re getting in, get in.” you try to ignore the ache in your pussy. You want him to fuck you so bad, but all that walking and coming after you and cuming down your throat must’ve taken it out of him because his eyes are drooping, his shoulders heavy, like you drained all the life from him, “Be quick about it.”

“Thanks trouble maker.”

“Don’t mention it,” you turn to face him as he lays down, tucking your hands under your chin, “Really, don’t ever.”

“Mercenaries honor,” he yawns, stretching an arm over your pillow.

“Mercenaries don’t have any.” you yawn back, snuggling into your hands.

“You going to take off again if I fall asleep?”

“No, but-” you take hold of his hand from above your head and bring it down to your waist, “This make you feel better about it?”

“Actually, yes.” Jason holds you a bit tighter, his chin resting on your hair. He feels his whole body relax when you snuggle into him. You’re here, you're safe, he has hold of you and there's no way you're strong enough to get out of his grasp.

“Good, please don’t snore, k.” you whisper, like your trying your best to be quiet even if the city is noisy as fuck outside.

“I don’t snore,” he breathes, cracking his neck to the side. The feel of your soft skin on his soothing worries. He tries to turn his brain off, but he keeps thinking that everything is moving so fast, he can't quite believe what happened in that alley, he doesn't regret it. Mostly he regrets how quiet you are now, you’ve barely said more than 2 sentences in a row which is very strange. Did he take it too far? Are you frightened of him? Was that the lie? You haven’t been scared of him yet, what if this is what did it? Fuck if you are-

His eyes start to droop as the thoughts whizz around in his head, his strong arm brings you closer to him, “Can you ask me all your burning questions in the morning, please?” He presses his face into your hair, “no answer?” his ears finally hearing your cute little purrs and you’re worried about him snoring? Shit, he hopes his snores are as pretty as yours, “Please, please talk to me tomorrow.”

“You’re kinda cute when you’re asleep.” you say to yourself as you watch Red sleep. His mouth is hanging open, his hand keeps running through his hair, his legs twitching, his broad chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his eyes darting back and forth behind his closed eyelids, “like a dragon. Dragons are so cute when they’re asleep but when they wake up they’re all fire and brimstone. Maybe that's what I got wrong, I keep thinking he’s a vamp, but he’s actually a dragon.”

“Glad to hear you got your voice back, trouble maker,” his arm tightens around your middle, while his hand presses into the back of your neck, “but the sun isn’t even up, so maybe be quiet.”

“My voice? My voice is fine, I can keep talking if you want?” you smile at his still closed eyes, “The sun is up actually, its nearly midday. How did you find me? Is it annoying wearing all that armor all the time? Do you often chase women down alleyways and fu- hkfgfn” you mumble as his hand closes over your mouth and he presses your face into his soft chest.

“Shh. just give me another hour and we can talk.” Jason whispers and kisses you on the forehead. The action surprises him, but he's so tired he can't be bothered to open his eyes to see your reaction, so he just tries his best to go back to sleep.

“Now who's watching people sleep?” you mutter, feeling Red's coarse fingertips on your face and his eyes watching you.

“You just look so at peace.”

“Hmm,” you adjust yourself snuggling yourself deeper into his hold, “must be nice for you. Finally seeing what I look like with my mouth closed and none of this word vomit spewing out. I can’t help it, you know, just like you can't seem to help how much you like throwing me around.”

“I think you like it, I think you like talking me into a rage so that I throw you around,” he wonders out loud, “don’t try to deny it, I got all the proof I needed last night,” he pauses, “how are your feet by the way?”

“They’re good, whatever you did to them when he got home did the trick. Can't really feel how bad they were. You're pretty clever, how do you know to do all that stuff? Are you a doctor actually? Like is that your day job? Or are you just a mob boss 24/7? Seems like a very short lived life plan, like do you really think you’ll be able to do that forever?”

“There she is,” he smiles hard, maybe he was worried about nothing, you don't seem to be scared of him now. Maybe it was just the aftershocks that made you shut up. He needs to remember that, and it seems like it might be useful later. “You got anywhere to be today, trouble maker?”

“Umm, what day is it even? Friday? I don't think so, I don't usually even have plans ever, sept for now I'm still doing community service 2 days a week. I'll probably just go in tomorrow. Saturdays are usually the best day at the shelter, it's when all the kids from crime alley come in and we play games and I try to get them some money and snacks, usually some treats and things too.”

“Why don't you normally have plans?”

“That's what you're focusing on? Not the kids that live in an alley? Geeze Red thought you'd maybe care about that. You know, since youve got rid of some of those mob fucks-” Red turns, his hand wrapping around your neck as his warm soft body squishes you into the mattress.

“Still haven't learned a thing have you?”

“They are.” you wheeze through his tight grasp, “they’re fuckers.”

“Are you playing me?”

“I would never.”

“You are,” he presses down onto you, delighted at how shit of a liar you are and just how quickly you’ve figured him out, “There are better ways to ask for what you want,” he tilts your head up while his thick juicy thigh slips in between your legs, “you don't have to run your pretty little mouth at me.”

“But it's fun,” you beam up at him, stretching your neck back, trying to get some air in your lungs. Trying to move your legs, to wrap them around him, but there's no way you can. Instead your hands drift up caressing his sharp face, your fingers looking tiny against his giant head, how didn’t you see he was a dragon before?

“Could be more fun if you asked,” he tsks you, “I know you love the sound of your own voice trouble maker, so use it and ask for what you want.”

"I want-"

"Yes, tell me what you want." His huge hand slides up your thigh, his thumb digging into the crease of your leg.

"If you stop interrupting me," you roll your eyes, "I want you to make me cum," your hand slides down his face to meet his hand on your neck, "I want you to fuck me," you stare up into those pretty blue eyes, "I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me," you wiggle your legs free of his thighs and wrap them over his bare calfs, "and I want you to do it now."

"See, wasn't so hard was it?" His hand presses your thigh open.

"I can feel what is hard," you smirk at him, lifting your pussy to grind up into his hard cock, "you want it just as much as I do, don't you Red?"

"Don't be so sure of yourself," he licks his lips, his eyes traveling down the expanse of your body, "keep hold of this for me," he directs you as he releases your throat, "need two hands for this," his fingers hook into the knot trying your robe together, untying it in a second and exposing your naked body to him, "fucking gorgeous," he presses a few kisses into your tummy.

"So you can swear but I can't?" You glare up at him, "what's the deal with that?" You use your other hand to dig your nails into his forearm, "seems unfair, unless-"

"Unless what, trouble maker?" An evil smile spreads over his face when you stop talking as his lips kiss right above your pussy, "lose your train of thought there?"

"No," you tighten your grip on your throat, trying to wring your thoughts back into your head, "I think-"

His lips move around your pussy, making their way down to your thigh crease, "Hmm," he bites down into your soft flesh, "I'll have to stop that," he chuckles when you moan, your body reacting in just the way he wants. The scent of your pussy filling his nose, God he wants to taste, but he needs to make sure you're as desperate for it as he is.

"You're fucking killing me here," your hand slides through his hair, "stop fucking teasing."

"Tell me," he licks at his bite mark, "what," he kisses your thigh,"you," his tongue running just over your leg, "want." He licks up the outside of your pussy, his nose so fucking close to were his mouth wants to be. He's so glad he had you pin yourself to the bed so you can't see how desperately his hips are thrusting into the mattress as he tries to restrain himself.

"Fuck, lick me."

"More."

"Please fucking lick me Red."

"Good girl," his tongue parts you oh so slowly as his breath hits your aching pussy, "so sweet," He moans into you, his lips kissing into your cunt as he savors your delicious flavor, somehow even better than he imagined. His ears focus on your moans, moving his tongue until he makes you pant and repeating the movement again and again until you're gripping his hair and grinding down on his mouth.

"Yes, Red like that" you squeeze your eyes shut as you focus in on the pleasure, your fingers holding onto him so tightly.

"You going to cum for me?" He sucks at your clit, his hands biting into your skin as he fights to keep your legs open.

"Yes, yes I want to. I want-" you pant as your body goes taught and your pussy pulses, your fingers holding him tight in place as you feel a shimmer of pleasure race through your veins and you cry out. "I-" you pant out of breath, "I came, you can-" you try to find words as his lips keep their place on your clit, "please."

"But you asked for this," he smiles, giving you a second to catch your breath before his huge fingers plunge into your pussy and his tongue is flicking over your clit, "you wanted me to make you cum."

"I did." Your legs shake around him, your body so sensitive.

"You didn't specify," he pushes another finger into your tight pussy, curling them up as his tongue makes a swipe from his finger to your clit, "how many times, trouble maker," he starts to finger fuck you while his tongue presses down onto your clit, "and for all the trouble you caused me," he nips at your clit with his teeth, "I want all of it," his lips suck at you, matching the pace of his fingers, "I want all of your cum."

"Fuuck" you scream, your voice high pitched and perfect, your legs twitching and your body shakes on Jason's fingers and he thinks it might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He can't get enough, he can't stop, the more you scream and swear and clench on him just makes him want to go further and faster. But his cock is aching, throbbing in his pants as he watches you. The need, the fucking need he has to feel your pretty little pussy squeeze his cock as hard as your squeezing his fingers is over whelming.

"Just- fuck, I don't wanna stop," he moans to himself into your clit. Your shaking slows down as he eases his fingers from you and you feel a desperate emptiness inside, "you alive there?" He asks when he finally sits up and notices your beautiful blessed out face.

"Mostly," you mumble, your head lolling to the side to get a good look at him and wow what a fucking view. Your cum is dripping from that sharp ass jawline, his beautiful curls tangled and matted from your fingers, old scars littering his broad chest and torso beads of sweat falling down and down towards his massive cock. You do a double take, biting down on your lip, imagining how deep it can get inside you, knowing already how deep it feels down your throat. "Are you going to fuck me? Or just look down on me like that?"

"Depends"

"On?"

"You going to keep staring up at me like that?"

"Can't help it, you're so pretty and not in an obvious way, More like you know those paintings," you pant, shaking your head to attempt a thought, "and when you look at them they're like kinda scary and weird but if you look at it at just the right angle in the lighting they seem to come together. Like suddenly you're seeing something for the first time and it's just beautiful," his hands grip your thighs pulling them over his as his cock plunges deep within you.

"I was going to make you beg," he moans as his cock throbs within you, "I wanted you to beg me to fuck you little trouble maker," his hands tighten on your things as he grinds his pelvis into hours, "but fuck if you don't know exactly the right things to say," Jason pulls back before slamming hard back into you, "keep going," his hands slip up your torso to pins at your nips.

"You're scars they look ah-" you whine as his hand presses down on your stomach and you feel his cock somehow deeper.

"They're what? Gross, disfigured?" He finishes for you as your breathing gets heavier.

"Gorgeous, like- fuck, if you keep doing that I won't-"

"Doing what?" He keeps his hand in place as his thumb grazes over your clit.

"That fuck- like a star map, like if- jesus fuckin H-" you moan your head tilting back as his mouth connects with your neck, his teeth grazing along your vein, his tongue licking at your sweat.

"You're losing your words, trouble maker," he smirks into your neck as he sucks a huge Hickey into it. His rough pace with his cock never ceases, "good," Jason lifts to his knees his hand keeping you in place while he fucks down into you, "you only need two words now," you legs tighten around his thick thighs, you ass lifting off the bed to get that perfect angle, "what are they?"

"Please, Red," you whine, grinding down when his cock fills you and pushing up when he tries to draw it out.

"Good girl." Your legs go stiff, holding him inside you, your eyes full of spots, your body shivering and shaking as your cum washes over his cock. He doesn't stop though, doesn't slow down, just like before.

"I want all of it," he growls into your neck, pushing his thick body close to yours, "I want it to be mine," his teeth nipping at your skin, "I want to fucking ruin you."

"Red," your voice lost in his desperate need to cum, to fill you with his load and make you his little trouble maker. He moves his hands, wrapping them around your middle and holding you so fucking close to him, "kiss me," he hears you beg, his mouth moving fast from your neck to your lips. Your tongue darts into his mouth and the sweet taste of your cum on his lips meshes with your glorious mouth and he can't help it.

"Yes, yes, more, closer," he moans, your arms wrap as far as they can around his shoulders, holding him so tight. His cock throbs so deeply inside you, "my trouble maker," he growls into your lips as his cum floods your insides and the feeling alone sends you over the edge again. Your whole body is numb, your head clear and all you can see, feel and think is red.

His pace starts to slow, but he doesn't let go of you, his cock still buried in you as he lazily fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside you. His whole body relaxes, his knees falling and dragging you up with him. He must notice how spacey you are, flipping you both like it's nothing until you're laying on his chest.

You lay in silence for a moment and another. Your breath starts to even out as the world starts to slow its spinning, your body aching and sensitive as Red's fingers trace weird patterns on your back.

Jason’s body is ruined, shit. He thinks maybe he’s dead again but this time he’s found paradise inside of you. His breathing starts to slow down, his mind swirling with questions. He moves his head up, wanting to look you in the eye and ask if you’re ok. But he doesn’t want to break the silence, like if he talks whatever peace has finally washed over the two of you will dispel and you’ll go back to being at each other's throats.

"You ok there Red?" You ask, your fingers tracing along the large y scar on his chest.

"Yep, you?

"Kinda dazed, but good."

"You get very quiet after you cum, you know." His fingers toy with strands of your hair, "kind of freaks me out."

"Hmm, the only time my brain turns off."

"Nice to know it can."

"Yeah, but it hasn't done it like that since- I can't even remember when. Kinda shocked me how much fun it was."

"Which part?"

"The chasing, the getting caught, all of it."

"And just now? How was that."

"Great, also fun."

"Your brains still working though?"

"A minimal 'mount."

"Are you hungry?"

"Nup."

"I can feel you lying, you know."

"I am, but I don't want you to get up yet. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, we can stay like this a bit longer and I'll make you some food in a second. Hey trouble maker," he pauses waiting for you to look up at him.

"Yeah..mm."

"Before I broke your brain you were saying something about my scars, wanna finish your thought?"

"I was- what was I saying?" You try to think, your finger gliding up and down his chest, tracing lines over the markings, "Oh yeah," you beam up at him, "they look like a star map. You know what a star map is right."

"I do, tell me anyway," he reclines back, still holding you so tight, "I like listening to you talk."

"Like a map that charts the way in the night. You can just look up and find your way. All these little marks, they're you. Where you've been and where you're headed and they're so pretty. Like little stars that will guide," you yawn nestling your head onto his chest, "guide you to where ya need to be, ya know?"

"Yeah," he smiles, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent still lingering on his lips, "I think I might."

Day 6

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stormyoceans · 2 months

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top5 puentalay kisses/hugs?

im pretty late with this but i would never pass up a chance to be annoying about vice versa so here we go!!!!!!! (also im not sure if i was supposed to pick only one of the two but again I SIMPLY CANNOT PASS UP A CHANCE TO BE ANNOYING ABOUT VICE VERSA IM SORRY)

TOP 5 PUENTALAY KISSES

1. greyllery kiss in episode 8. this is their first mutual kiss after two one-sided kisses, three almost kisses, three cheek kisses, and one forehead kiss. not to mention the hugs, the cuddles, the promises, the sleeping in the same bed, the taking a bath together, and i could go on but imma stop here before i get involuntary committed. we waited so long for this kiss and when it finally happened it was everything we could have ever asked for and MORE: the confession, the music, the parallels with the glasshouse kiss, the fact that it happens when the lights are out because they love each other for who they really are and not for the body they inhabit, puen's single tear......IT'S PERFECT.

2. glasshouse kiss in episode 4. i know having a one-sided kiss for second place doesn't seem fair but in my defense this kiss makes me go through such a plethora of human emotions that i feel like i need to go lay in the dirt for several hours to climb down from the sheer manic unhinged rabid energies that got me going on. y’all must be tired of hearing me say the same things over and over again about this kiss but. the build up!!!!!! the emotions!!!!!! the music!!!!!! IM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I TELL YOU THIS KISS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE.

3. beach kiss in our skyy episode 2. our skyy may have given us only one kiss but WHAT A KISS IT WAS. it feels like a sum of all their previous ones, the cycle closing with a recollection of the past and a promise for the future, as the kiss itself lets us know that no matter what's gonna happen from that moment on, they will always love each other like the very first day. and if the reminder of the drunk kiss in episode 2 wasn’t enough to drive this point across, the song they used during this scene is the same as the one they played during the greyllery kiss, which you know. [FEMALE HYSTERIA]

4. foggy glasses kiss in episode 12. honestly can't think of any other scene in television history that was able to so perfectly portray a fictional character being left breathless, lightheaded, and weak at the knees by a kiss. the way puen is holding talay's head with BOTH OF HIS HANDS to keep talay in place which barely gives talay any time to take a breath...... the way they're so close and entangled in each other that you can barely tell where one starts and the other ends...........this kiss literally be turning both me and talay into the 🥴 emoji every single time.

5. reunion kiss in episode 11. it was a tough choice between this one and the bathtub kiss in episode 10, but in the end i had to go with their first kiss in their real bodies, not just because of this, but because there's so much love and comfort and reassurance packed in it. this kiss is the meeting of two souls who have missed and found each other again. it's the promise of being together for the rest of their life AND I FEEL SO NORMAL ABOUT IT IT’S HONESTLY INSANE HOW NORMAL AND HINGED AND SANE AND FINE I FEEL ABOUT IT.

TOP 5 PUENTALAY HUGS

1. reunion hug in episode 11. LITERALLY THEE SINGLE MOST SCENE EVER IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION IT CHANGED THE TRAJECTORY OF MY LIFE THE FOUNDATION OF MY PERSONHOOD AND THE CHEMICAL MAKE UP OF MY BRAIN. puen says "you must be very tired. from now on, things will be okay," and that's exactly the feeling this hug conveys: everything will be fine, you're home now.

2. comfort hug in episode 6. my grasp on the english language is too limited to even attempt to put into words what this hug did to me the first time i've watched it. it made me mentally deranged in ways so profound they will only become apparent years down the line. to this day there are people out there wondering why talay even likes puen and the urge to shove this scene under their nose is immeasurable. FIND YOURSELF A PARTNER WHO WILL LISTEN TO YOUR FEARS, GIVE YOU COMFORT, AND HUG YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT TO MAKE YOU FEEL SAFE!!!!!!! (@GOD ME WHEN)

3. reconciliation hug in episode 7. I NEEDED THIS HUG JUST AS MUCH AS PUEN DID TBH. talay initiating any kind of physical affection always feels incredibly special and precious, and it is so much more here because this is him finally realizing that puen's feelings are sincere. this hug is the turning point of their relationship as talay implicitly accepts puen's love and confesses his own. it’s just so emotionally satisfying [SOBS]

4. back hug in episode 12 and in our skyy episode 1. LOOK I KNOW IM CHEATING BUT. THE DOMESTICITY THE COMFORT THE TENDERNESS THE AFFECTION THE ADORATION THE SOFTNESS THE WARMTH THE PARALLELISM THE ROMANTICISM THE SOULMATISM THE TRUE LOVISM OF IT ALL. YEARS LATER THEY'RE STILL THE SAME.

5. hourglass hug in episode 12. the hourglass with the sand that doesn’t fall!!!!!!! i don't want time to go by without you!!!!!!! from this moment on it's you and me!!!!!!! ‘city’ playing in the background!!!!!!! the moon watching over them!!!!!!! WAILING WEEPING HOWLING SCREECHING CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING--

#sorry again for the late reply and thank you so much for asking!!!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜💜💜#vice versa #puentalay #my top 5 #m: ask

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Business or Pleasure? - Part 3

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Female Reader

Genre: CEO AU, Fake Dating AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: None

Previous Chapter

It's two minutes before you're supposed to start work when you run through the lobby on the bottom floor. From the corner of your eye, you see Eric open his mouth to say something to you, but you speedwalk past him, shouting a hurried "morning" as you move along his desk. Realistically, you know you're not making it to the office on time. The elevator ride alone will probably be at least five minutes, but that doesn't slow you down. The only thing running through your mind is Mr. Lee telling you what he expects from you, and the main point was to not be freaking late.

You couldn't blame this on anyone but yourself. You knew the consequences of staying out late on a work night. Well, you didn't stay out late per se, but spending the entire night in Sunwoo's bed is basically the same thing.

Immediately clamping down on the memories of last night's activities before they can get too far, you maneuver into the elevator just as the door starts to close and jam your finger into the button labeled 75. You take a deep breath, knowing your fate is out of your hands, and look at the few people occupying the stainless-steel box with you.

None of them are familiar, and when you glance back at the buttons, you see they're going to lower-level floors. Of course, because all the rest of your coworkers aren't idiots. They know not to be late or cut it too close. Even Sunwoo probably got here before you because he didn't have to run all the way back home and get ready for the day.

The elevator creeps slowly up, and you smother the urge to scream. You should've taken those stupid stairs of death. You could walk faster than the pace of this elevator. Tapping your foot on the ground, you look at your watch to see that it's now 8:02. You're officially two minutes late and maybe two minutes past being fired...

Maybe Mr. lee isn't there yet! Maybe he's running late himself. He could've been stuck by a boat or train or... something. You clutch at the fleeting thoughts as the elevator approaches the top floor. Realistically, you know you're grasping at straws. Mr. Lee is probably standing next to your desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

The stern image of his face evaporates from your mind as the elevator stops at the top floor. The doors slowly open, and you take off out of the elevator, barely noticing the disappointed expression on Mrs. Park's face. Yes, you're late on your second day. You're probably just as bad as the rest of the assistants he has fired.

You can feel the eyes trailing you as you pass cubicle after cubicle, which only stands to make you feel worse. It's like your teacher or parent singling you out in front of a crowd. You feel small and want to disappear, but you've done it to yourself.

As you approach the back wall of the building, you spot your desk and nearly fall over in relief when you don't see your boss there waiting for you. Your eyes immediately slide over to his office, and you're pleasantly surprised to see the door and blinds closed. Either he isn't here yet - which is doubtful - or he hasn't realized you're late.

Quietly, you place your bag on your desk and take a seat. Turning on your computer, you log on and unpack your things, making it look like you've been here longer than you have. Once everything is set, you take a deep breath and slump in your seat. Thank god.

Once your computer is ready, you open your email and begin sorting through it. You make copies of what needs to be copied, reply to any inquiries, and check that Mr. Lee's schedule is up to date and ready for him. When that's all finished, you grab the notes you've made and stand up.

As you move to Mr. Lee's door, you take a few calming breaths and look over your outfit to make sure you don't look rumpled. Satisfied, you knock on his door and wait until he says, "Come in" to enter. The last thing you expect to see is a frazzled Mr. Lee leaning over his desk.

He doesn't even look up as you come in. His focus is on the papers scattered across his desk. You pause and take in the sight of his crooked tie, the messy hair he's clearly run his hand through a few times, and his jacket halfway falling off the chair behind him.

How long has he been here? He almost looks like he never left, which can't be true because he left before you did. Unless he came back after?

"Mr. Lee?"

He hums but doesn't acknowledge you. After another moment, his eyes snap up, and recognition finally dawns on his face. He glances at the clock on his wall and then looks at his watch before he looks back up at you.

"I'm sorry. Good morning," he murmurs while his eyes fall back down to the papers on his desk. When he looks back at you again, he seems more with it. "Everything okay?"

It's so painfully obvious to you that he has already been here for hours and hasn't even realized the workday has started. Not wanting to worry him more, you flash him a smile. "Everything's fine. I just thought I'd go over your day with you."

His gaze takes on a faraway look, and he rubs his lips together in thought. When his eyes fall back down to the papers on his desk, you know something's bothering him.

"Actually," he looks back up at you. "I'm going to need you to clear my entire day. Reschedule everything I have to do and anything else that pops up, please."

"No problem," you trail off before working up the nerve to ask, "Is everything okay?"

He seems surprised that you've asked and even more surprised with himself when he answers. "One of the businesses we contract out to has been bought out by another company. All of their management and policies are being switched around, and they're no longer willing to do half of what we pay them for. Everything's a mess, and I have to find work around's..."

He trails off when he sees the blank look you're trying to keep off your face. His lips slightly twitch before he says, "I'm sorry for all of that. Everything will be fine once I figure this out."

"Okay," you quietly say before turning toward the door. "I'll get started on rescheduling your day."

You hear his mumbled thanks as you close the door, and you know he has already gone back to his paperwork. Dropping down into your seat, you begin to rearrange his schedule and field any calls that come into his office.

By lunch, there's been zero change. Mr. Lee is still locked in his office, and you've just about freed up his day, minus an email or two. Tapping your fingers on your desk, you glance back at his closed blinds. Throughout the morning, you've heard a grumbled curse here and there, but other than that, Mr. Lee has been locked up in there for hours. No visitors, no calls, no bathroom breaks. Nothing.

An idea pops into your mind, and while you tell yourself you're just being a good assistant, you're sure part of what you're about to do is thanks to guilt for being late. Standing up from your desk, you make your way through the half-empty office until you reach Mrs. Park's desk.

Her eyes leave the sandwich she's unwrapping and come up to yours. The unimpressed look she gives you only fuels your thought process.

"I see you got away with it."

Choosing to ignore her comment, you ask, "What does Mr. Lee like to eat?"

One of her brows raises. "Why?"

"Because he has been locked up in his office for hours, and I don't think he's even thinking about food." When she continues to stare at you, you add, "There's an issue with a contracting company, and he seems really worried about it."

Once you mention that, you see a motherly look of worry crossing her features. She debates for a moment, her mouth pursing to the side in thought before she answers.

"There's a burger place a few blocks down to the east that he sometimes goes to." At your directionally challenged expression, she sighs. "Go to the right when you leave the building and walk a few blocks. Get him something nice and greasy. Don't try to feed him that healthy crap when he's like this."

Nodding, you turn to the elevator until a question she asks stops you. "Why are you doing this?"

You turn back and meet her gaze. "Because I'm his assistant."

"And because you were late."

"And because I was late," you concede.

She smiles at your admission and shoos you away.

Bearing her words in mind, you ride the elevator down to the main floor. A few people are milling about, wasting away their lunch break before they have to go back to work. You spot Eric leaning over his desk, his head leaning lazily on his hand while he taps his other hand on the desk.

You approach him - intending to say hi - and he slowly faces you, sliding the customer service mask back on his face before he realizes it's you. He straightens up, and the knowing smirk that replaces the polite smile he put on has you apprehensive.

"You were late," he says in a sing-song voice. "How much trouble did you get in?"

"None," you airily say. "Mr. Lee was so busy, he didn't even notice."

Shock paints his features. "What the hell kind of good luck do you have?"

"I have no idea," you shrug, "but I'd like to keep it."

"Must've been all that woo-woo Sunwoo gave you last night." He smirks while his eyebrows wiggle on his forehead.

"Woo-woo?" You repeat in disbelief.

Eric nods. "Yeah, you know... When he was laying it down! When he was -"

"Okay!" You raise your hands up and wave them in front of your face. "Stop! Do not say whatever horrifyingly embarrassing thing you're going to say! I don't want to hear it."

Eric laughs. "What? You can do the deed, but you can't talk about it?"

"God. What are you? Five?" You back away from his desk before he can say anything else. "I'm going to get lunch and avoid the rest of this conversation."

"I'll be here when you get back!" He shouts at your retreating form, and you cringe, wondering if there's a back door to the building.

Finding the burger joint is shockingly easy. You follow Mrs. Park's directions, taking a right out of the building and walking a few blocks. Then, you follow a couple of suits who are, apparently, going there for lunch. You order one of the burgers that looks like it'll clog an artery and a side of fries for Mr. Lee, then get yourself something slightly less life-ending.

When you get back to the building, you hold your breath and prepare yourself for whatever nonsense Eric is going to spew. However, when you enter the lobby, you see his desk is blessedly empty, and you hurry on through to the elevators. The second trip up the elevator is much nicer than your first anxiety-filled one, and you're back on the floor in no time.

Mrs. Park eyes the greasy bag as you walk toward her and gives you a nod of approval as you breeze past. You have no idea why you want the elderly lady to like you. Maybe it's because she seems like she takes no shit, and you admire that.

Stalking through the still mostly empty office, you only come to a stop when you get to Mr. Lee's closed door. You take a moment to collect yourself, not wanting to appear over eager, before knocking on it. Mr. Lee's tired voice comes through the door telling you to come in, and you quickly open the door.

He doesn't look up at you as you enter, and you're not sure he's going to until the smell hits him. He pauses, trying to comprehend the new scent, and then finally looks up at you. His eyes immediately fall to the bag, and you hold it up for inspection.

"I know you said not to worry about your lunches, but considering how long you've been here already, I think a well-deserved food break is in order."

Mr. Lee mulls over your words, eyes never leaving the bag for such a long time that it becomes awkward. Then, after what feels like an eternity, his eyes find yours.

"Thank you, but I don't eat unhealthy food like that."

"Liar."

The word falls out of your mouth, surprising both of you. Your eyes widen at the horrifying thought that you just called your boss a liar, but he doesn't look mad. He looks... amused. He finds it funny that you have the guts to say something like that.

"I'm so sorry," you immediately backtrack. "It's just... I asked Mrs. Park what you'd like, and she strictly told me to get you something greasy."

At that, his eyebrows raise, and he looks at you in a new light. "You asked Mrs. Park what I'd like for lunch?"

"Yes?" You question as you try to decide if you're falling into some sort of trap here.

He stares at you for a moment, and you wonder if he always chooses his words carefully or if this is just how he is at work. His eyes bounce between yours before he nods.

"Well, alright. I shouldn't prove anyone a liar." He pauses, and you swear to god, you see a smile creep onto his face for a moment before he says, "Including myself."

He begins clearing off a spot on his desk, piling up papers to the side, and you approach his desk. "Again, I'm sorry for calling you that."

Mr. Lee waves his hand away, surprising you. "Don't worry about it... Though, I will say, it's the first time an employee has called me something to my face."

You wait until he places some napkins on his desk to hand him his burger, but his words catch you off guard, and you look up at him with wide eyes. "You know what they say about you?"

He lets out a short laugh. "Don't most employees have something bad to say about their bosses?"

"I can't say I've had a superior be referred to as a "mob boss" before, but sure."

His hand pauses midway to the burger you're holding, and he looks up at you in surprise. You push the burger into his hand as he considers the nickname, and then he raises his eyebrows. "I guess that is a new one."

A part of you cringes internally when you realize he hadn't been aware of that nickname, but he doesn't seem too focused on it. Instead, his eyes are glued to the burger he's unwrapping. He slowly drops into his seat as he eyes the greasy wrapping.

"I know this will kill me, but it's so good, I don't care."

Pulling out the fries, you place them and his drink on the desk. "I also got you fries and water because ya know... balance."

He looks at the two new items, and a laugh is ripped out of him. It stuns you because you haven't seen much in ways of merriment when it comes to Mr. Lee, and here he is with a full-blown laugh. You search his face and the smile that still rests on it, feeling a swirl in your stomach.

He looks so different when he smiles. So relaxed and light-hearted. Nothing like the controlled appearance he tends to show at work. This Mr. Lee is someone you want to know.

And like a splash of cold water, reality comes back. He's your boss. Get a grip.

Flashing him a smile, you excuse yourself to go eat your lunch at your desk. He doesn't stop you, which you're grateful for. You need a moment to reflect on the little victory you were just awarded.

The entire time you eat your meal, your mind goes back to his laugh. It both annoys and worries you. Deciding a distraction is needed, you open the internet browser on your monitor and begin to look for something - anything - to get your mind off of your boss.

Once lunch passes, you can't help but think about how Mr. Lee probably went straight back to work, and you wonder if he's made any progress - or if there's something you can do to help...

Before you even realize you've made a decision, you're up from your seat and knocking on his door once again. He gives you the okay to enter, and you quickly open the door and close it behind you before you lose your nerve. Mr. Lee looks up at you curiously.

You pause and take a breath before you finally just ask, "Can I help you at all?"

He looks stunned by your question before a polite smile takes over. "This isn't a secretarial issue... Do you know a lot about technology and business?"

"Not in the slightest," you answer honestly, "but maybe a fresh set of eyes or you talking it through with someone will help you see something new?"

He considers it for a moment, looking at the paperwork that surrounds him before glancing back up at you. "Okay. That'd be great."

Moving to a chair across from his desk, you glance at the scattered papers and hope you haven't gotten in over your head. Mr. Lee must sense your hesitancy because you hear him say, "Don't worry. It's way less complicated than it looks."

You send him a grateful smile. "Let's hope for both of our sakes you're right."

For the next few hours, Mr. Lee - or Sangyeon as he tells you to call him - walks you through everything he's working on. He explains it all with such easy clarity that you actually feel like you understand what he's trying to do. You're certainly no expert, but you've definitely upped yourself a few levels.

One thing that you've noticed is how passionate he is about his work. When he really gets going about the company and its inner workings, he lights up like a kid at Christmas. It's not something you were ever expecting to see, and you have a feeling he doesn't share that side of himself often.

"Have you always wanted to do this?" You ask when you both decide it's time to take a break.

"Yes and no... I've always loved developing software and messing around with codes. It was something I was good at and something I understood." He leans his head back against the chair and gazes up at the ceiling. "I knew I could make a good life for myself in this field. I could give back to my parents and help my sister with my nephews... but it wasn't my dream."

"What was your dream?"

He lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head. "I think I'll keep that to myself."

There's no way your interest could've possibly been piqued higher. "Well, now you have to tell me."

His head lifts up from the chair, and he raises a brow. "Is that how it works?"

"Yep." You adjust in your seat to get comfortable and look at him expectantly. The amusement on his face triples.

"Was it your dream to be a personal assistant?" He counters.

"Merely a means to an end." You wave your hand in the air almost like you can wipe away his distraction attempt. "Do you not want to tell me because it's embarrassing and absurd?"

His lip twitches in response. "I'm almost afraid of the picture you're painting in your head."

"You definitely should be," you nod.

Sangyeon shakes his head, a small smile resting on his face. His eyes search yours for a moment, and you can see the instant he decides to tell you.

"I actually wanted to compose music," he says quietly.

Your entire body freezes at his response. For some reason, music wasn't even in the realm of possibilities that flitted across your mind. "Music?"

He nods. "I've always liked singing and creating arrangements... and from the very few people who've heard me sing... It sounds like I'm not that bad." His eyes cut to yours, almost like he knows what you're going to ask before you do. "No, I will not sing for you."

"Oh, come on," you whine. "I want to hear."

"Absolutely not." He sits up in his seat, and you can tell he's about to dive back into his work.

Without thinking, you throw your hands out and cover his papers so he can't see them. He looks up at you in surprise, and you immediately defend yourself.

"At least tell me why you ended up doing this instead."

He purses his lips and stares at you. "Because there's too much chance in the music industry, and it's hard to break into. Technology, on the other hand, continuously creates jobs and is a growing field."

When you stay quiet, he tilts his head to the side. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Clearly, you have something you want to say."

"Nope," you respond, letting the "p" pop.

He starts picking up some of the papers in front of him. "Well, I find that rather hard to believe."

Your mouth opens in mock outrage. "Excuse me?"

"I have a feeling that you're not one to hold back on how you feel." He shrugs. "That's all."

"While that's accurate, I kind of resent that you know that about me already. " An entertained expression grows on his face, and you sigh. "All I was going to say is that's a safe answer, which makes me think you don't take risks. You always want a controlled outcome."

When he stays silent, you wonder if you've managed to finally offend him, but he slowly nods. "I suppose you're right."

A triumphant smile grows on your face. "I guess you're not the only one here that can read people pretty well."

"Oh?" He arched a brow. "Have I met my match?"

His words cause your heart to do an unnecessary flip. "I guess only time will tell which one of us comes out on top."

The words suddenly sound dirty in your ears, and you meet Sangyeon's surveying stare with a horrified expression. Wow, you really need to learn to think before you speak!

"Superior! We'll see who is superior. At reading people. Which one of us is better. At it."

You cringe so hard that your face scrunches up and you turn your head to look away from Sangyeon. God. How embarrassing! The words probably sounded perfectly normal to him, and now he knows that your mind was in the gutter. This man is your boss! You're not supposed to think dirty things about him. You didn't even realize that you were thinking dirty things about him!

A low chuckle reaches your ears, and you slowly turn your head to find Sangyeon watching you. There's a glint of light in his eyes that almost seems mischievous, and that's only confirmed when you hear him respond, "I guess we will."

Tagging: @jungkooksworld18 @sungbeam @jenowithjaem @ilovechanhee @maybeifyoutrieddd @winterbeartaehyungbestboy

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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You Will Be Found.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader *Platonic Only*

Summary: You're new to Hawkins High and you're getting bullied by Jason and his band of assholes, Eddie finds you locked up in a storage closet and decides to scoop you under his metaphorical wings and keep you safe.

Warnings: There's some referencing to physical bullying so if that triggers you, please steer clear. It's nothing in great detail, I just don't want to upset people by not giving a heads up beforehand. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @marvelfanfn2187a113. "Could you do an Eddie x reader platonic fic, where the reader just got to high school and is a loner, maybe lives in the same trailer park as Eddie, then starts getting picked on by Jason? Starts with small things like grabbing her headphones/book and won’t give them back, and it keeps getting worse until one day after DnD Eddie finds her locked in a closet/locker or something at school and gets like super protective."

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Your story was a cliché, that much you knew. You moved to Hawkins midway through the school year due to your parents’ failed marriage, your mother took you and moved here whilst your dad vanished to another state with his ‘new family.’ You never really saw him anymore, but that didn’t bother you, your mother was out of his grasp and even at your young age, you knew how important that was. You found it hard to make friends in new places, so you spent every day alone, from the moment you stepped out of your trailer in Forrest Hills Trailer Park until you stumbled back through the door at the end of the day.

You had no friends, wobbly grades from being uprooted midway through your year, bad anxiety and lived in a place that people would usually look down upon, even though it was all you needed, small, comfortable. Throw all of that in with the fact that you were resitting your senior year as you were so behind on your work from your last school that they pulled you back to make up for it. You were smart, you just didn’t apply yourself. Why should you when your family is crumbling around you? You kept your head down and stayed out of everyone’s way, hoping you’d just become another faceless student in the crowd.

As all cliché stories go, the bullying started immediately. People picked on the awkward new kid with the “funny accent,” they tripped you in the halls, stole your supplies, and once they realised where you lived? You became the town freakshow. It was made apparent very quickly that anyone who lived in the Trailer Park were social outcasts, which bothered you.

Everyone you’d met in your small community had been sweet to you, a little bonkers, but sweet. You couldn’t see why people would talk so badly about people who just didn’t have enough and were just barely scraping by.

The basketball jackets became a red flag to you, not once did you see someone with morals or manners sporting that attire, it was only used for cult-like armour as the abusive meatheads ran in packs. Those guys were the main bullies in your story, taking your lunch money or snitching on you for things you didn’t do, any minor and pathetic annoyance they could come up with? They did.

On this one particular day, you were minding your business putting your stuff away in your locker when suddenly the door got slammed shut from someone behind you, causing you to yelp in shock. It was in the blink of an eye that everything happened, you were suddenly being scooped up by your wrists and ankles and tugged down the hallway, no one else around as the final bell had already rung.

You felt yourself being shoved into a dark closet, tears staining your cheeks as you repeatedly bang your fists against the inside of the door, begging for someone, anyone to let you out. You could hear the door being propped shut with some kind of heavy object, causing you to fall to your knees and hyperventilate in between sobs.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, your breathing mostly regulated whilst you became accustomed to the darkness of the closet, your lower lip wobbling sadly as you attempt to soothe yourself by hugging yourself into a small ball.

You shoot up out of your spot as you hear a muffled voice in the distance, stumbling to your feet as you begin pounding and hammering on the door once again, calling out for help desperately. Heartbeat thumping out of your chest as you try everything to get the attention of this person, just praying in the back of your mind that they hear you, and that its someone with a good heart instead of the jocks back for more.

“What the fuck?” the voice says from outside the door, you hear the sound of the heavy object being forcefully removed before the door swings open to reveal your fellow student and neighbour, Eddie. His eyes wide and panicked as you wince at the sudden bright light overhead, rushing into his arms without sparing a second to think your actions through.

“Jesus, kid. Are you okay?!” he pats your back awkwardly, giving you a few seconds of comfort before he pulls back to look down at you, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears, “What happened in here?”

That’s all it takes to cue the flood gates to crash and you’re once again crying your eyes out, breathing heavily as you do your best to explain what had happened. How Jason and his friends had been harassing you for weeks until today when they just locked you in the closet out of spite right after school.

“I’m gonna kick his fucking ass!” Eddie swears, stepping back from you as he is now seething with anger, incredibly protective of you even though you’re strangers.

“N-no, please don’t… I don’t want anyone else getting hurt because of me” you whimper sadly, seeing the rage settle down to confusion and hurt in his eyes.

“I’m not gonna get hurt, I can take his ass.” He smirks, folding his arms across his chest defiantly whilst you stumble over your words trying to convince him otherwise.

“Please? Please don’t…” you frown, eventually Eddie caves and drops his arms back to his side, scooping up your bag from the floor before his palm rests between your shoulder blades with a sigh.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you home.”

He guides you back to his van, making small talk as you go. Exchanging names and trying to find a flow in conversation so the drive wasn’t awkward, you knew that he lived near you so felt a little more comfortable than you normally would when getting into a stranger’s van. Not that you made a habit of doing that, of course.

It’s only when Eddie is rounding the corner to the trailer park that he gets a little uneasy, your gaze following his line of sight with a worried look in your eyes. Jason’s car, what was he doing here? A sick feeling pooled in your stomach when you realised that chances were, they were here for you.

Pulling up into his driveway, he told you to stay in the van and keep your head down whilst he checked it out, not wanting to send you back to your place just to get jumped in front of his eyes. You nod, sliding down in your seat and peaking nervously above the passenger window to keep an eye on the taller boy as he calmly walked to the trunk.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Eddie now carrying a rusty golf club in one hand, the other held a can of spray paint behind his back whilst he strolled towards the seniors outside your home.

“Jason, fuckers, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirks, the seniors scramble to their feet to appear tougher and taller, trying to intimidate Eddie, who was having none of it.

“Go home, freak. Mind your business.” Jason scoffed, getting a snicker out of the other guys.

“I don’t think I will, actually.” He musters up the most innocent smile before pulling the spray can from behind his back, holding it to the trunk of Jason’s expensive car, “Now, either you get the fuck outta here, or this thing is going to the scrap yard.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Jason growled, causing Eddie to laugh.

He really needed no encouragement, he was a free spirit.

Without missing a beat, Eddie started to spray paint a huge dick and balls onto the trunk of the car whilst Jason and his friends cursed out in shock, you could see from your window that they wanted to hurt him, you were surprised that they hadn’t already.

“You fucker!” Jason yells, charging towards Eddie in the hopes of tackling him, the metalhead snorts a laugh before stepping aside in favour of whacking Jason right in the shins with the golf club.

The other two goons then leapt at Eddie, causing you to wince, but he was quick on his feet. Smacking one of them in the torso with the club to render him winded on the floor, the third and final aggressor getting a shot straight in the dick which caused him to yelp like a kitten.

Whilst they all lay helpless on the ground, Eddie wanders back to Jason’s car, smashing the front window, kicking the side mirrors off their hinge, and spraying yet another dick on the hood. All three guys were in far too much pain to move, until Eddie swung for their heads to threaten them, missing intentionally.

“Now, let me catch you bullying any of these kids ever again, and I will have your head on a spike that I’ll use at my next cult meeting, you hear me?” he smirked, watching as the three guys fumbled into the broken and graffitied car and sped away.

“You’re a sick freak, Munson!” they cried out the window before disappearing around the corner at top speed, a proud smile on Eddie’s face as he comes back to you.

“Okay, we should be good here… How about you come and sit in my trailer until your mother gets home, yeah? Just in case.” He offers, you nod your head sheepishly before climbing out of the van with your backpack.

Guiding you into his place and locking the door behind you both, he opens one of the curtains a little so he can keep an eye out to see if and when your mother would pull back up to the trailer.

“Here, kid.” He throws the TV remote your way and gives you permission to put whatever you wanted on, informing you that you can help yourself to whatever food or drink you could find in his place, apart from alcohol.

Even though you were sure that Eddie and you were only maybe a year or two apart in age, you didn’t mind the nickname he gave you, it was far more kind than the ones that had been hurled your way in recent memory.

You curl up on the couch and focus on watching some old cartoons when you hear Eddie stumbling out from his backroom about a half hour later, a proud smile on his face as he’s holding something in his hands.

“What’s that?” you ask, confusion filling your voice.

“Just a shirt for our newest member,” he grins, sitting beside you on the couch and reaching out the item to you almost like a peace offering. You take the fabric in your hands and allow your fingers to trace over the words “Hellfire Club,” a shy smile on your face. It wasn’t your usual style, but you truly didn’t mind the change.

“Wait, are you serious?” lower lip threatening to wobble at the events of today, how he had been so protective and welcoming and kept you safe. He willingly took you in under his wing and treated you like an equal, something you certainly weren’t used to, especially not in Hawkins.

“Of course. You’re one of us now, yeah? Tomorrow I can introduce you to all my friends and they’ll love you. There’s a spot for you at our table, you’re more than welcome to be part of the family.” He smiles, to which you throw your arms around him for the second time today and repeatedly thank him.

“Not a problem, little lost sheep.” He smiles reassuringly.

Your eyes shoot up at the sound of the gravel crunching under some tyres, eyes wide until you see it’s your mother pulling up after her shift at work, a bright smile on your face as you move away from Eddie and swipe your bag from the floor.

“That’s my mom, I better go!” you announce, giving him one last hug before thanking him again for taking care of you. He follows you to the door, making sure that you got home safely, even if it was just a couple of strides across the road.

“Mom! Mom! I made a friend! Look!” you squeal in delight, showing your mother your new t shirt and giving her no time to process anything, just happy rambling about how excited you were. She kissed you on the forehead and said how happy she was for you, turning to glance across the street as Eddie was leaning against the doorway and waving politely at your mother.

She mouthed a shy and relieved “Thank you” to him, to which he saluted playfully before you both head back inside.

Your luck was finally turning around.

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photogirl894 · 1 year

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Oh my dear Echo...how I love him so much!! I can most certainly do this for you, @intelligentdonut , my dear!

"As Beautiful As You Are Kind"

8. “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

23. “I’ll never be enough.”

18. Neck kisses

Pairing: Echo x fem reader

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Sometimes, you hated the way you looked. You weren't overly pretty like a lot of women you'd seen around Coruscant. Many were quick to point out how plain you looked and that you weren't anything special. Why would any man even bother looking your way?

You thought that had all finally changed when you met Echo of Clone Force 99, the sweetest and most wonderful man you'd ever encountered.

He had told you a few times that you were as beautiful as you were kind and he doted on you highly whenever he was on planet. Some days, you both just sat in your apartment and talked, enjoying each other's company and, to you, those days were simply perfect. The first time he had kissed you, he had been a gentleman and asked your consent first, which you hadn't been expecting yet appreciated nonetheless. He was a brave soldier and an amazing man that you felt lucky to know.

However, the comments didn't stop. People told you it wouldn't last, that he would get bored of you really fast because you were no one special, that he'd find someone better and more worth his time...and those words were starting to affect you.

One day, you got a comm from Echo that he was back on Coruscant and he couldn't wait to see you. You wanted to be excited to see him, but the negative thoughts from everyone else kept running through your mind. What if this didn't last after all? What if Echo did get bored of you and his messages of "I can't wait to see you" suddenly stopped? You didn't want to believe any of it, but at the present, it was difficult.

Echo walked into your apartment not too long later, since you lived near the spaceport, and found you on your couch crying. His protective instincts kicked in immediately as he cried out your name and rushed to you, falling to his knees in front of you.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" he asked, grasping your arms and looking you over for any signs of harm. When you shook your head in reply, he then asked, "What's happened? Why are you crying?"

"It's...it's just...everyone says I'll never be enough. That you'll grow bored of me before long and move on to someone better; someone prettier, so I shouldn't get my hopes up of things working out with you," you told him through your sobs.

Echo's eyes widened. "That's what you're worried about?" he questioned. "Darling, they're wrong about that. I don't care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else." His good hand came up to your cheek. "You are an amazing woman and I don't think I could ever find anyone better."

More tears fell from your eyes. "I'm nothing special, Echo, and I'm not attractive like a lot of women," you protested.

"I've told you before: you are as beautiful as you are kind...and you are the kindest person I have ever known," he countered. He leaned forward and kissed you firmly on your lips, hoping to convey the depths of his feelings for you. He wasn't going to let you continue wallowing in this misery, not if he could help it. He pulled back just barely and whispered, "I love you so much...and I refuse to let you worry like this because I don't want anyone different. You are who I want with me."

"You...you love me?" you repeated.

"Yes, I do," he answered without hesitation. He kissed you again and seconds later, his lips worked their way down your cheek and to your neck, not in a lustful way, but in a comforting way, assuring you that he meant every word. "Other people may say you're not pretty or worth my time, but they don't speak for me. Only my thoughts about you matter and there's nobody else I want at my side; to come back to after each mission. You are the loveliest woman in my eyes and everyone else is wrong. You hear me? I love you. Everything about you and nothing will change that."

Your heart was near to bursting at his declaration and finally, you lifted his face back to yours and kissed him gratefully. "I love you, too," you said softly as you came apart. "I know I shouldn't have listened to everyone else...it's just been hard without you."

"I know. I can't be here all the time, so you have to be strong without me," he told you, resting his forehead on yours.

"Now that I know you love me...," you replied, "...your love will strengthen me enough."

"Good, that's what I want to hear," he said. "Now, how about we go meet up with the boys and get something to eat?"

You smiled. "I think that sounds great."

With one final kiss, the two of you left your apartment hand in hand and, with him at your side, you felt you could take on the whole world.

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Pinehurst - Chapter 8

eren jaeger x reader

╰ summer camp au

words: 2.8k

warnings: swearing, partial nudity, inappropriate and suggestive topics, angst, injury, blood, religion? (mentions of the afterlife).

↣ BEFORE YOU READ! ↢

this chapter deals with serious injury! if you feel uncomfortable reading about such topics, you’ve been advised.

The moon had barely peaked its face through the clouds, grasping for clear air through the sky above acres of Pine trees. It's become quite dark, and frankly too foggy due to the summer's humidity for someone to be roaming the woods alone. The ignorant choices you'd made of storming off and finding your kids were past childish but underratedly foolish. You managed to navigate yourself to the ends of Pinehurst's territory, with no evident signs of light-toned voices, or youthful shrieks you most certainly could associate with a timid, young blonde camper. Now as you approach an aged, broken bridge, separating the gap between two, once amiable campsites, it's safe to admit your sense of direction only leads you this far. Digging your heels into fallen wood, you climb over the broken, tortured logs blocking off the walkway, scraping the soles of your cheap sandals as the bridges’ loose floorboards unhinge. It bewilders you to believe such a tattered crossover once stood as a monument in your childish eyes long ago, a symbol of peace and prosperity for all the coming years.

How coincidental it was to see the bridge in such a poor, similar shape as the two camps' relationship was now.

"They wouldn't have wandered this far." you mutter internally, "...Surely Falco wouldn't have dared to follow Gabi if she told him they were going to climb through high grass and damp logs. He would've been more frightened over getting wet than injuring himself." The thought of what expression the young child could make over such little conditions brings a chuckle through your achy throat, distressed from the continuous yells of curiosity and uncertainty into the empty air. However the ambiance is still dangerously hollow, and the thought of it staying such a way without the playful shouts and banter of your kids irks you to your core. Your hand barely grips the rail of the bridge, inching your fingers over the splintering wood, but as you place your trust into the creaking fixture, it snaps at the base, pulling you off your balance. You attempt to find your stance, managing to carry your body back to a neutral position after letting it scrape alongside a rusty segment of scrap metal, most likely left behind by abandonment years back.

It burns terribly, and you can almost feel the corroding steel mixing with the fresh scar, beginning to moisten with blood. You curse under your breath, studying a hand over what mobile leg you have left. The night proceeds to freeze over, despite the season’s weather supposedly tricking you into thinking otherwise. It leaves you no choice but to tend to your wound over the current temperature of your body. Sorely but swiftly, you undress your top off of yourself, disturbing images of familiar actions flashing behind your eyes like they had been, experiencing the nightmare of this morning all over again. Reaching down to your leg, you avoid shutting your eyes again in sympathy for the reminiscent pain, wrapping the fabric around your leg and securing it tightly in a knot over the fresh gash. It stings dreadfully, disabling up past your kneecap, and you begin to wonder if you're being tormented by these fields all over again. Maybe if you squinted well enough, you'd barely be able to make out what bright, heavy fluid soak into your employee shirt. This could very well be manageable, no. this would be manageable if it meant you could find Falco and Gabi in any better state than you were currently in. You just needed to find them in one piece.

"What's your favorite shade of green again?"

Gabi perches herself a few feet off the ground, spine against an aging Pine trunk while she hovers over her male counterpart. He sits crisscrossed underneath the thick branches, back hunched from exhaustion over how far they'd run off, fully committed to whatever his friend's plan had been. It's beyond cold, and all Falco wants to do is find warmth, whether that be from the campfire or in his favorite counselor’s arms. There was no comforting feeling this far out from the camp grounds when the closest sounds of life happen to be the howls of wolves tens of miles away. He answers in a huff, cranking his neck upside down to find her wide eyes above him.

"Chartreuse Gab, I thought we went over this like a week ago."

"We did, I just like to hear you say it. ChartRUEse!" she articulates with a laugh, and it takes a bit of restraint for the young boy not to crack a smile upon his face, attentive to her lisp that pokes out every few sentences. He manages to pull himself back together, exuberating a more parental role as he moves his knees beneath him to stand. They’re wobbly and partially asleep, but he fights through the pin and needle sensation growing up his right leg, and he wonders, almost telepathically, if this is a sign. A random premonition that's trying to get his attention. But the feeling is soon disregarded as he eyes Gabi struggling to descend from the branch. He offers her his palm, and she slaps it out of the way, keen on saving herself from the minor situation.

"Don't tire yourself out, bud, what if you aren't here one day? Gotta prepare to save myself in these situations." She smiles squarely, tilting her head to one side as Falco backs off, stepping over to the dirty, half-deflated ball they'd come across more than long ago. He squishes some of the excess air between his fingers, concentrating on what to say. "I think it's time we head back, I'm sure they've gotten a bit worried over us being out here for so long."

"Yeah I agree." the girl extends, "Eren's too big of a wimp to kiss you know who for this long."

The kids chuckle to each other, beginning to turn back down the path they had intentionally followed. Peacefully they find themselves following the clues of leaves or small colored rocks they had left for themselves just an hour ago, certain they'd need to rely on some direction to find themselves back at camp. The only minor difference in their journey back resulted in Falco practically walking along the back of Gabi's heels, startled by the mysterious fog and sounds of the summer night.

Is your vision becoming blurry? Or have your eyes been tainted by the night's fog so roughly that you're losing your sight? Whatever the case, it's gradually becoming worse, so much so that you can barely see the color of your blood-soaked shirt beneath your knee. Fuck, you didn't tighten it enough where the pressure could keep it from continuing to spill, leaving it to scent a dripping path along the progress you've made so far. You ponder how you fell into this state again, replaying what little memory you have from today in your head. How was it that your shorts kept your body temperature unregulated from being soaking wet, yet the makeshift bandage you created was still dry of any water? The strap on your shoes had loosened a while back, and you full-heartedly believe you've managed to walk across an entirely different state, traveling in and out of consciousness as the woods further deceive you.

How far out you've traveled is a mystery, you're beginning to wander in search of another life form to aid you. The clear sky, complemented by a few clouds casts a black shadow across every figure below, you can't see your own hands in front of you, however, that may be from the cataract-like blurriness taking over your system. Now, you can't even see at all, walking blindly in patience, trudging footsteps that fail you when a stray dip in the road takes you off your balance, tumbling into the mixture of soil and grass. Your limbs fight in straining, constricting movements to stand back up, but the ground feels warmer than the wind that blows above, and your leg has become immobile from the pain if you even believe it’s attached to your body anymore.

A thought flashes across your mind, a stupid, yet more reasonable thought you wish you considered hours before, that you're positive a special someone would've agreed upon no matter what. and you begin to wish you had told him to follow you, asked him to be by your side. You hadn't imagined this scenario occurring, but in its worst case, you're stranded, alone, and exhausted without his words to lift you back up. you want to hear his voice ponder your thoughts, coo you into believing that you'd be alright, that he'd take care of you like the love you wanted to reciprocate to him, but this was all for his sake wasn’t it? Switching your motives, you peer above your arms, slowly looking around at what familiarity this neck of the woods would bring to you in memories, before pushing yourself over onto all fours. Three limbs if you were being completely honest with yourself, for one was too weak to ask for service. Camp Marceign couldn't be too far, and this area seemed just as much familiar as it didn't. You were too tired to fully know. Frankly, you wished anyone could find you at this moment, lifting your limbs from the hard, flesh of soil, and into some form of comfort. Your body had different plans than your mind, for as you begged for help, it shut down until your eyes gently let unconsciousness take them over.

Eren's never missed you more than he did right now.

It isn’t as though he hasn't felt such a way about you, believe him when he says he has. In the past, he had always lingered upon the thought of if you had been doing well, when you spent almost every hour of the day together, or when he had played with your silhouetted presence evident through his dreams in the years that followed. He's always craved your companionship, never felt like he could get enough of you. But now, since you've visibly been in his life the last month, and he's been able to watch you, take care of you from afar even as he let his immature, selfish thoughts keep the two of you away, does he regret not taking the time to talk to you more, run his fingers behind your ear again so he could engrave the feeling on his fingertips. It was dissipating in so much as an hour, meaning he felt more pathetic for wanting your presence so badly. He misses you so much and every time you leave his sight, he's worried you won't come back. He doesn't want to relive those experiences without you again.

He finds himself seated on a plastic, beach chair, one Levi must've bought and forgotten about for its creaky condition, barely holding the boys' weight. He rests his head against the headrest, gazing up into the clouds, mindless of the glares Jean gives him as he strolls back into his cabin, and oblivious to the way both Armin and Mikasa comfort him for a mere few minutes in silence before calling it a night themselves. All that's left is him, accompanied by his general counselor who measly sat on the decorative log beside him. The shorter man clears his throat, gaining the teens' attention despite his ease of movement.

"I can stay up for you, keep looking out for them. If they don't show up by morning I'll make a call to the police station, maybe even Mareign, if those bastards even care to answer."

But Eren only looks into the distance, further than the acres of trees to the mere glimpse of the darkened, practically invisible horizon His face sits stone cold, evident to how insufferable his heart beats at the thought of his closest reliability going missing all at one time, and being away from him when he had every chance to protect you all, his family. What would officials do, they'd search for mere hours, giving up with the belief that they had done what no other had to solve this problem, ultimately leaving the greater problem unsolved. Who cares enough to go after you, to fight with every fiber of their being to instill your safety? No one, except for the poor boy that slumps against the worn backrest of his chair. The crackles of the fireplace, accompanied by the rustling of stray leaves comfort his thoughts. Soft gusts of midnight's wind dry his watering eyes, defeating his ability to notice faint cracks of twigs in the distance. They grow louder, and it isn't until he finds the silhouette of two small figures cast upon the ground that he looks up, eyes widened in disbelief, but more so solace.

The young shadows approach the camp's main field, chuckling at some corny joke made by the other, ball flattened in the familiar boys' palms. Directly, they lock eyes with their counselor, proceeding to erupt into a burst of giggles.

"Hope we gave you two enough time to... well, you know" Gabi smirks, reacting to Falco slapping her arm playfully, continuing to chortle with a loud "pfft."

He pays no mind to the irresponsible children, ignoring the way their "plan" had made his stomach churn at the thought of what could have been his first romantic encounter in ages, if only you had thought selfishly for once in your life. He searches above and behind their heads with a lighthearted sigh, awaiting your return just a few steps behind them. And when your steps never appear, Erens smile drops immediately, transitioning to the children whose smiles had just recently faded into ones of pure ignorance. He grits his teeth, not in anger, but pure, underlying fear as to what the answer to his next words may be.

"Where is she..?"

Gabi glances at Falco, unable to let go of his counselor's disgraceful look back at him. Only does Gabi fully understand the panic of the situation as the unexpected words flow past her lips.

"We thought she was with you."

It's too bright.

You can't comprehend any specific thoughts, just the ponder of whether you had made it into the afterlife, a mythical, foreign land for all who've lost their own fights in their lives. Your eyes adjust in squints, facing below a bright, medical light that shines from above. Its glow blinds you, supporting the headache which still pounds through your mind. The pain you recently experienced in your leg had improved in tolerability as opposed to just moments ago, making you question how it had already healed within minutes. Or, were you only unconscious for more time than you thought?

Without taking in your surroundings, you tug the white, linen bed sheets from on top of you, scented of gentle lavender, now revealing your bandaged leg to the crisp air. A few heavy-chested retorts of disapproval echo throughout the room, leading your head to finally adapt into your current surroundings. Two men, one blond and the other brunette angle their heads away from you with covered eyes of embarrassment hidden beneath their palms, accompanied by a smaller girl who practically stares into your soul with the only eye visible, the other covered by her outgrown side bangs that shine blondly under the bright light.

You understand their eyes had been on you, and peek down to judge yourself on what possibly could have been so avoidable and uncomfortable to their view. It doesn't process right away, not at least until you find your two breasts staring back at you. You tug the sheet rapidly over your upper half, swearing to yourself that you had worn undergarments before leaving camp. Your current situation all falls into place only after you process the woman, who you've reconfirmed as your old friend, staring right at them with a displeased look on her face. “We had to confirm you weren’t injured elsewhere”.

"Annie! I uh- long time no see." you laugh uncomfortably, consenting to the boys that you've managed to cover yourself again. Only then do they reopen their fatigued eyes. The shorter, yet more defined man raises his eyebrows in pleasure, a gentle smile gracing his otherwise defined jaw. He combs his fingers through his hair as if the blond, nubbed strands would hold shape when he attempted to fix it. You crinkle the thin sheet against your chest, presenting an awkward smile as another form of apology. "I really don't know how I ended up here.”

"That's alright, take as much time as you need to settle your thoughts, and we'll tell you our side of the story in the morning." Reiner places a hand on your shoulder, glistening at the sight of you in chuckles, which seems to be the only form of communication he can exhibit at times of bashfulness. "...But while you're here, better to start early than never, right?"

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