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kleem-o · 10 months

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Dragon hybrid!Bakugou x Reader

part 3

Synopsis: After the eventful festival, you and Bakugou finally faced each other’s feelings and recognized each other as mates. Unbeknownst to you, unknown figures attempted to harm you, and unfortunately, succeeded. Warning!! Violence, gore, and depictions of blood, nsfw. Part 3 to this. Enjoyy!!

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A/N: Hii !! thank you all for the love and support!! I wasnt sure whether to upload the entire part, but i thought that it would be too long so the next part would probably be the last one, but it might be short. Though I might make some content about this in the future. Hehe let me know what yall think. Most part of this is through Bakugou’s perspective btw. Enjoyyy!!

Bakugou stays still, eyes closed, purring, head on your lap as you massage his hair. “Bakugou wake up.” “Hmmm..” Bakugou’s eyes remained close as he buried his face further into your lap. Your scent and warmth was like a blanket comforting him, he felt safe. “Bakugou wake up” just as quickly as he heard the words leave your mouth, the safety he felt vanished. It was suddenly cold and your scent disappeared. Bakugou’s hands felt his surroundings trying to look for you but to no avail. He then heard a scream, a pained frantic scream. His eyes jolted open, his breathing ragged as he took in where he was.

It seemed that he was in a cage, a seemingly metal cage with a cover draped over it, preventing him from seeing outside the cage. “Y/N..?” Every passing second without you made his heart beat faster, his breathing becoming irregular as he tried his best to assess the situation. You weren’t in the cage with him, and he couldn’t smell your scent anywhere. In fact, he couldn’t smell anything. He guessed that something must have messed with his senses, he just couldn’t guess what exactly it was. Was it something in the festival? “Y/N!” He went to grab the metal bars only to growl in pain after contact. He surprisingly looked at his hand as it was covered in burns after touching the bars. He always dealt with fire when he was cooking, hell he even produced explosions from his hand, but it never really hurt him. No, not like this one. He was beginning to panic, he couldn’t think clearly anymore as his mind was clouded with thoughts of you. Where were you? Were you alright? Were you safe? What if you got hurt too? He knew he couldn’t live without you. You were his mate. Someone he would spend his lifetime with. Was it worth living in a world without you? All these thoughts made him choke on his breath, he was having trouble breathing and all he thought of was to find you. He tried to touch and pry open the metal bars only to growl loud in pain. He let go of the bars only to see that his hands were now full of burns and fresh wounds. Suddenly the drapes were removed and he saw the horror outside the cage that trapped him with his thoughts of you.

The sight he saw was nothing short of terrifying. Even he, a dragon, got shivers as he truly felt the danger in the atmosphere. It was dark out, barely any stars and the moon was hiding from the scene. There were torches on the ground circling the cage and some of the figures were holding some as well. It seemed that they were in an open area deep inside the forest, somewhere that even Bakugou hadn’t reached yet. But what was truly terrifying were the people. People in red robes. Their faces were covered by the large hoods but Bakugou could still make out the sinister smiles they held. They were in formation that circled the cage, and there were a lot of them. Maybe around 40 to 50 people? But Bakugou had no time to make sure. He growled in anger and bared his fangs, he made big and loud explosions in his hand to attempt to break the cage and scare the people off. The cage didn’t even budge and neither did the people, in fact it only seemed to entertain them more, their vicious smiles turning into horrifying laughter. Bakugou growled loudly “WHERE IS SHE?!” This caused the people to stop their laughter, eerily all at the same time. Someone stepped up and removed his hood. The person’s eyes were entirely black…too black? Bakugou wondered if the person even had eyes. There was an upside down cross on the person’s forehead marked with what seemed to be ash, while there were red lines going down from the person’s eye sockets to their jaw. The red lines looked like blood and Bakugou shuddered at the thought of whose blood it was. He had to think that you were safe, it was the only way to keep him sane. The person opened his mouth and spoke “Bring out the sacrifice”

Oh.

Three people held you, as you were unconscious.

Bakugou stopped breathing. You were dressed in a ragged white dress, if you could even call it that as all anyone would see is red. You were bloody all over, small cuts all over your body along with bruises spreading colors of purple and green all over your body. Your head was bleeding heavily and blood was coming out of your nose. Your right foot was bent in a way that would make anyone cry in pain. Bakugou almost fell into a catatonic state as he watched carefully to see whether you were breathing or not. Bakugou cried out in pain, anger, and sadness. It was so loud that some people had to block their ears from the pained cry. “STOP! Y/N WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!” Bakugou’s vision began to blur from his tears, his head was starting to hurt and he was turned into a pleading mess “PLEASE DON’T– DON’T HURT HER! PLEASE” Bakugou would do anything to trade places with you, to bear all the pain you feel, he couldn’t even imagine what you went through, he cursed himself for not being able to protect you, you were his mate and he couldn’t even save you from all this, how could he even call himself your mate. Amidst all his cries and begging, the person with the hood down began to speak “Attention, everyone. Tonight we have gathered here to witness a miracle! A miracle it took ages for our society to obtain. Here we have.. A dragon!” Everyone began cheering loudly, raising their arms as if to thank the skies. Bakugou couldn’t understand anything that was happening and still looked at you, crying for all this to stop. “PLEASE STOP!! DON’T– DON’T HURT HER ANYMORE!!” The leader, as it seemed, continued speaking “It has been centuries since the last miracle! The enlightenment of life through a dragon’s tears! I have gathered you all here tonight to be part of the birth of a new society.. Immortals as we call it. Gods” Bakugou tried to pry open the cage again only to be burned worse than before, his hands were now all bloody, wounds extending to his entire arm. Bakugou growled out loud, his eyes never leaving you, and his dragon instincts now taking over, anger taking over all his other emotions. One of the people noticed the change in Bakugou’s aura, instead of crying and begging, the dragon was now breathing hard, growling, fangs bared and eyes slitted. The person immediately informed the leader and in haste the leader announced “Let us begin the ritual! Present the sacrifice!” The three people carrying you suddenly threw you to the ground. As you hit the ground, Bakugou grabbed the bars, and growled through the burning pain. Even though the pain was now pulsing in his whole body, he didn’t dare let go. He began making explosions as he held the bar and in the people’s horror, they watched as the bars were slowly being pried open by the dragon. “Impossible! The cage is made of silver!” With a loud growl and one final push, the cage was now open for the bloodlusted dragon to leave. People started screaming and running, in hopes of escaping the dragon. But it was all in vain as Bakugou was faster than everyone, easily catching up and slicing their throats open. Bakugou showed no mercy and no thoughts were in his head except hurt, kill. Most of the people were dead, lying on the ground either beheaded or with their throats sliced, while some had torn limbs or dismembered body parts. Finally, Bakugou looked at the leader with eyes that looked like death, a grave reminder of what is coming to the leader. The leader got on his knees and clasped his hands together almost like in a prayer. “PLEASE! FORGIVE ME! THEY MADE ME DO IT!! I KNOW NOTHING OF THIS!” Bakugou couldn’t understand or failed to care enough to understand a word that was coming out of the man’s mouth. In annoyance, Bakugou grabbed the man’s jaw and ripped it apart, leaving only the halter up the man’s face intact. The man fell to the ground and started shaking pathetically. Bakugou growled loudly and slowly dismembered the man’s limbs one by one. Bakugou stopped when he could no longer hear the man’s whimpers of pain.

He was breathing heavily as he ran to you on the ground. He placed you on his lap and cradled your head, shaking you in an attempt to wake you up “wake up.. Please wake up..” Bakugou felt tears falling again, he felt as if his world was crumbling down, he couldn’t bear to look at you too ashamed as he failed as your mate. He shook you harder to wake you up. He looked at the wound on your stomach and applied pressure in hopes to stop the bleeding. “y/n.. Please wake up, don't leave me.” Bakugou was too scared to check your pulse, not sure if he wanted to know the answer but he did it nonetheless. His eyes regained a bit of hope as he felt your pulse although weak. He carried you carefully making sure that he wouldn’t make any of your injuries worse and ran off into the forest. He didn’t know where to go but his panicked mind was telling him anywhere was better than there, where a lot of corpses lay waiting for crows to feed on them. He found a cave and thought to settle you there, making sure there were no dangers lurking by, and hurriedly went to find all the herbs you taught him that would help injuries, god he was thankful for learning with you. Even now, you were still helping him even in your unconscious state. He remembers the time you first met and hoped that like him, you would recover too.

Several months have passed since then. Bakugou found shelter, an abandoned house it seems, after weeks of him nursing you to health. You still haven’t woken up, and each passing day Bakugou’s sanity was drifting away. Every single day he would wake up next to you, hoping you were awake. He would check your pulse, clean your wounds, then go out to hunt and look for herbs to help you. Everytime he remembered the.. event that took place he couldn’t stop shaking. He made a mental note that he couldn’t trust any human other than you. They were all the same to him, devils that want to harm the both of you. Instead of the soft kind dragon that you knew, Bakugou now turned aggressive, taking out his anger and frustrations on the world. The only time he became soft was when he was with you. At night, when the world becomes quiet, he would cuddle up next to you doing his best to avoid your remaining injuries, he would close his eyes trying to relish in your warmth, as his sorrowful cries fill the now dreadful night. One day in particular, after checking up on you, Bakugou headed off into the forest to look for more herbs and food.

The certain herb that he was looking for only grew in a certain part of the forest, however he smelled the scent of another human nearby. Immediately his guard was up, he wasn’t in the mood to attack as he had to hurry back to you. He went to gather the herbs quickly but felt a stick hit his head “Hey!” he growled as he turned around to attack only to be taken aback by the small old woman holding a cane. “What the hell are you doing here?? Getting all my herbs too! You’re that rascal that's been stealing aren’t ya?!” The old woman raised her cane to hit the dragon again only to be stopped by Bakugou. Bakugou quickly grabbed and snapped the cane in half with one hand, and was going to grab the old lady on the neck, only to be stopped by a big buff man with hair the same color as the sun. “Chiyo! Are you okay? I told you so many times not to wander off here! It's not safe! Please tell me next time you go outside!” The old woman simply rubbed dust off her kimono “Oh come off it Yagi! This little reptile has been stealing my herbs!! Return it at once!!” Bakugou was at a loss for words, the big man was strong enough to hold off his arm, hell the man was even bigger than him. “Reptile?! Old woman have you gone craz– oh…what the..” The man finally took a good look at Bakugou only to find two horns on his face, his eyes slitted, and a huge tail. Bakugou attempted to bite the man’s hand only for the man to avoid it quickly, while carrying the old woman, Chiyo as she was called, away from the dragon. “Hey!! Get that stupid reptile now!! He’s taking all the herbs!!” The man looked at the dragon that quickly gathered the herbs and ran off quickly into the forest. “What the hell is that reptile’s deal!!??” The old woman scurried off the man’s arms and went to inspect what was left of the herbs she planted. “Hmmm.. it seemed that the creature was specifically targeting these herbs, did you see? He scurried off quickly as if he was going to bring them to someone, if he just wanted to escape he would’ve just left the herbs..what if.. What if someone is in danger?” The old woman was now grumbling about “Who the hell cares? It still stole my herbs.. Gotta make sure it never happens again..” The old woman continued mumbling about how the sneaky lizard thing should go to hell when the man said “I’m going to check it out.”

“What?! Are you crazy?? That thing was obviously not a human, and I know you’re strong Yagi, but I’m sure that reptile thing can still win against you!”

“But it was like someone was hurt.. You’re a doctor aren’t you Chiyo? We need to help them..”

“You’re batshit crazy if you think I’ll go with you to heal that big lizard and its cold blooded friends!!”

Now the man and the old woman were tracking the dragon’s steps trying to find where he was. “Foolish boy, always dragging me around.” The big man was carrying the old woman on his shoulders, smirking as she still accompanied him. Not too long, they found an abandoned house that they both suspected the dragon took shelter in.

Slowly they made their way into the house.

Here's Part 4!

A/N: god i fucking suck LMAOO i really tried my best to put what i imagined into words. i also made some stuff up like the dragon weakness being silver i have nothing to back that up lol i love writing dark themes the cult part was my fav. Anww i added new characters! recovery girl and all might (he’s so hot lol) The next part will be the last part of this series but I have other plans for dragon bakugou (prob smut lol). Feel free to ask!

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scekrex · 2 months

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YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x pornstar!male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, reader dies (then he ends up in heaven)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend

a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo

no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.

she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.

it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.

when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance.

its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could.

and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.

y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized.

a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.

just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life.

dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.

they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt.

“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything”

mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight.

dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?”

before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.

neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor.

“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”

she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask.

“hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”

the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything.

“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys.

“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”

the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.

“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”

she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack.

“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies.

“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?”

“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”

“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”

eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?”

y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.

“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”

eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.

its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33

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Confessions and Confidences // Nikolai Lantsov

Request: what about a nikolai fic with the "there was only one bed" trope? IM A SUCKER FOR THAT TROPE PLEASE- something like nik and the reader went somewhere like ravka ovest (during siege and storm/ruin and rising) to promote his return and they end up staying for the night in a hotel somewhere but it wasnt the one they made a reservation in so there's only one room. - @the-massive-simp

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write it, but I have to tell you - I loved writing this so much. I hope you like it, and I hope I have done it justice.

Warnings: female reader, pining, mutual pining, lots of feelings, friends to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, cute.

Word count: 2k+

“Tell me how I did… honestly,” Nikolai requests, loosening his tie and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension that had built there over the last three hours.

The carriage jostles you from side to side, leaving you faintly nauseous as you meet the eyes of the Ravkan prince. A fond smile creeps over your face. “You had them eating out the palm of your hand.”

Nikolai pauses; his fingers a freezing on the tight Windsor knot of his tie. He meets your gaze only fleetingly, but long enough for you to see the insecurity hidden in those crystalline blue eyes. Nikolai returns to his ministrations, fiddling with the navy blue tie as he asks you. “Do you think so?”

He huffs before giving up with the tie. You roll your eyes, scooting forward on the carriage bench, reaching for the wrinkled material. “I don’t think,” You murmur, working on the tightened knot. “I know so. I was in the crowd, Nikolai. I hear every gasp of awe and every hum of agreement.”

Nikolai’s gaze fixes on your face, searching for what he does not know, but his eyes do not leave your face as you battle with his godforsaken tie.

Silence falls in the carriage as you work with his tie, feeling it begin to loosen. A shout of victory rings true when the navy material gives way and Nikolai feels the tie relent. Satisfied, you sit back, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know,” You laugh, “I’m amazing.”

Nikolai snorts, tipping his head in recognition of your talent. “Of course,” He drawls, “I would never have done it without you… or the valet riding in the carriage behind us.”

Pouting childishly, you kick his shin. “Hush,” You say, “You know you would never survive without me.”

“Naturally,” He answers with a coy grin.

You smile at each other; unabashed, joyful smiles that leave your cheeks hurting in a matter of moments. You meet each other’s gaze; a silent battle breaking out over who will break and look away first as the tension begins to build. A tension that had become more and more noticeable over the last few months; feelings that you thought you had long since buried making their way to the surfaced with every touch, every laugh and every glance sent your way by the blue eye prince sat across from you.

You break first, turning your face to stare out of the window. “So,” You state, clearing your throat. “Are we heading back to Ravka tonight?”

Nikolai shakes his head. “It’s far too late and I think we all deserve a rest. I had someone ride ahead to find a hotel for the night.”

“Lovely,” You sigh, already dreaming of the bubble bath that awaited you.

Nikolai laughs, settling further into his seat as he lets any anxieties over tonight leave him in a rush. Instead, he thinks of the warm, comfortable bed waiting for him in his hotel room.

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The scout Nikolai had sent out earlier meets the royal party close to their hopeful destination. Nikolai thanks the scout, promising him extra money in his wage packet and a day off for himself and his horse to recover.

Shocked by the prince’s generosity, the scout leads the party to the hotel in silence, thinking of what he would do with his newly awarded day off.

As the carriage stops outside the hotel, it becomes clear that it isn’t grand but rather a family run establishment that looks well loved. Nikolai exits the carriage and falls for its charms. He greets the owner with a warm handshake.

“We are honoured for your business,” The owner states, bowing at the waist.

“We are honoured to be your guests,” Nikolai replies, gesturing to you and the rest of the party.

The owner smiles. “I have provided my best rooms, but I’m afraid you may have to share if that is no trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” You smile, seeing the stress leave the owner’s face. “If you would give us the room keys, we can allocate ourselves.”

“Of course,” The owner allows, returning to his desk to find the keys he had put aside earlier.

You turn to Nikolai in the meantime. “How do you want to do this?”

Nikolai shrugs; he goes to speak but is interrupted by his valet, Roberts. “Sir,” Roberts begins, “With all due respect, we have already sorted ourselves out.”

“Oh?”

Roberts nods. “We often have to share on the road so we tend to stay with the same partners. It would seem that yourself and Miss (Y/N) may have to share this time too.”

You pause for thought, glancing at Nikolai. “Thank you, Roberts,” You dismiss with a friendly smile. You watch Nikolai watching the hotel owner hand everyone their room keys before he stops in front of you both.

“Your room key, your highness.”

Nikolai takes the key with a simple nod of gratitude. The owner smiles before departing. The rest of the party have disappeared, noting the time and the early start in the morning.

“Come on,” You murmur, nudging Nikolai to get a move on. “There’s a bath with my name on it and you’re holding the key.”

Nikolai breaks out of his trance, smiling in a way that could disarm entire armies. “Well, we wouldn’t want that. Would we?” He offers you his arm. “Are you sure you don’t mind sharing with me?”

“No,” You answer, fixing him with an unimpressed look. “I don’t mind so long as I have dibs on the bed closest to the window.”

The blue eyed prince laughs. “Deal.”

It’s a short walk to your shared room. Up a flight of stairs and along the corridor to the fourth door on the right. You quash yawn after yawn on the walk to the room, feeling your bones grow heavier as the tiredness begins to settle in. Finally, one yawn escapes you just as Nikolai slides the key into the lock.

“Will I have to fish you out of the bath when you inevitably fall asleep in there?”

You scoff. “Of course not. I’m wide awake.”

“Sure you are.”

“Stop arguing with me and open the door, Lantsov,” You command in time to his laughter.

“As you wish.”

The door clicks open to reveal a small and modest room. The late summer sun bathes the room in a warm light showcasing the bathroom to the left of the entrance, a single cream armchair and a bed.

A lone bed. One bed. Big enough for two, but not what was expected.

You pause at the sight of it. Numerous pillows and a duvet that all but screams comfort and coziness – they taunt you as you know this could be a problem.

“I’ll take the chair,” You announce, hauling your things to the corner of the room, ready to make camp for the night.

“Absolutely not. I’ll take the chair. You have the bed.”

“You’re royalty. Your title deems you to have the bed.”

“I’m also a privateer and have slept on much worse than an arm chair.”

You glare at the stubborn blonde. “It seems we’re at an impasse.”

“I agree. What shall we do?”

You sigh, “Look, I’m exhausted and you’re practically dead on your feet. I’m fine with sharing the bed if you are.”

Nikolai hesitates for a single moment before agreeing. You smile, happy that things are settled. “I’m still sleeping by the window, and I have first dibs on the bathroom.”

“I would expect nothing less,” Nikolai laughs, perching on the end of the bed to toe off his long worn in leather boots.

His laughter follows you to the bathroom where you immediately set the bath running and shut the door. You sit on the edge of the bath, testing the water temperature now and then as you try to calm your pounding heart. It was one thing to share a room with Nikolai, but it was another thing entirely to share a bed with the man who was the main character in your dizziest of daydreams.

Adding plenty of bubbles, you begin to talk yourself through the night. You let it become your mantra as the bath finishes and you undress. You repeat your actions of the evening to yourself as you slip underwater, wondering if it was all going to go to hell in a hand-basket.

Meanwhile, Nikolai undresses before rummaging through his overnight bag to find a pair of night trousers to sleep in. He remains shirtless, knowing he would get too warm in the night. Ready for bed, he closes the curtains and settles under the covers. He fluffs the pillows once… twice… before huffing and getting back out of bed. He paces the floor, back and forth as he feels panic mounting in his chest, rooting there and cutting off his breath. It was one thing to share a room with you. It was another thing completely to share a bed with you. Not when he found himself reaching for you in the middle of the night; not when he wants to be the first and last person you speak to everyday; not when he yearns for you with every fibre of his being.

The bathroom door opens, steam pouring out and Nikolai freezes. You look deliciously rumpled; soft and warm with your skin still flushed from the heat of your bath. Nikolai clenches his hands into fists; resisting the growing urge to pull you into his arms, confess everything and kiss you senseless.

“Aren’t you in bed yet?” You ask, hanging your towel to dry.

Nikolai shakes his head, doing his best to rid himself of the quickening of his heart. “Too much on my mind for me to settle.”

You come over; any of your own anxieties fade as you press a hand to his cheek, seeing the slight panic reflected in his blue, blue eyes. “You were great tonight, Nikolai. A true Ravkan prince. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” He whispers, leaning into your touch.

“Let’s go to bed,” You say, a tired smile on your face as you pull away from the blonde, leaving him cold from the lack of your touch.

Doing your best to quash any butterflies, you slide into your promised side, letting out a moan of comfort. “This has to be heaven,” You announce sleepily; the words drowned out by a yawn.

Nikolai chuckles, sliding into bed next to you, finding it much easier to settle with you beside him. He fluffs the pillows, plumping them so they sit better under his head, and waits for sleep to come.

He waits and waits. He feels tired; he feels the weariness sitting upon his shoulders and his eyes want to close but they remain open, staring at the ceiling. “Are you awake?” He asks the darkened room.

Your sigh breaks through the room. “Yeah,” You answer, a slight tone of frustration to your words. “It’s as if I am so tired that my body won’t settle, and my mind won’t shut off.”

“I understand that all too well,” Nikolai sympathises, turning on his side to face you.

“Something you experience often?”

Nikolai nods, humming in agreement. “More now than before,” He explains softly. “It used to happen when I was away; my mind would be too loud, but I would go out on deck and stare up at the sky and watch the stars as they blazed their path across the sky. Instead of focusing on whatever what bothering me, I would think of the stars and what their paths would hold. They were directing us somewhere, but to where?”

“And what about now?”

He sighs. “And now I feel pulled in a thousand different directions. The role I play within my family and the role of Sturmhond…”

“You are beloved either way, Nikolai.”

“I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You couldn’t. I was in the crowd tonight, Nikolai. I heard the whispers between couples and families; they were all in support of you. They agreed with your motivations, they loved your presence. If they could have you for themselves, I’m certain they would. I know there were a few ladies in the crowd willing to try.”

“You always know what to say…” He croons.

“I know you, Nikolai.”

He smiles; bright and true. It lights up his face, only enhancing his handsomeness. It makes your heart skip a beat. “Now, tell me about the ladies wanting me to themselves.” He chuckles, enjoying the slight boost to his confidence.

You huff, crossing your arms across your chest. “I shan’t. I’ve done enough for your ego for one night, I think.”

Nikolai splutters, incredulous at your refusal. “But… But…”

“Nope.” You refuse, shaking your head.

A smirk grows on his face; he leans closer to you before stating, “I understand now… You’re jealous.”

“Jealous?!” You cry, annoyed at how quick he hit the nail on the head. “I am not jealous.”

“Yes, you are. You’re jealous.”

You huff, casting your gaze to your lap, overcome with your feelings. It was all becoming too much; loving him from afar. Hearing the young women tonight, listening to how attractive they found Nikolai and how they believed they would make the right match for him. It hurt; it hurt hearing it and knowing that deep down it was true. Nikolai would find someone and love someone and marry someone who wasn’t you, and acknowledging that hurt more than anything.

“Hey,” Nikolai prompts gently, “I’m joking. I don’t expect you to be jealous. I’m sorry if I’ve gone too far.”

“But what if I am? What if I am jealous?” You breathe, your heart beginning to pound at your candor. Throwing caution to the wind, you meet his stare, seeing the understanding land there in the slight raise of his brows and turn of his lips.

“Well…” Nikolai begins, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I would have to tell you not to give it a second thought. There’s nothing and no-one to be jealous of.”

“Oh?” You whisper, feeling hope begin to bloom in your chest.

His thumb brushes your cheekbone as he hums in response. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I’ve been yours for a while now.

“Mine?”

Nikolai nods; his blue eyes no longer clouded with panic, but clear with intent and starting to brim with hope. He presses a kiss to your cheek; quick and fleeting. “Yours. I think I always have been.”

“I think I have always been yours too.”

“Thank the Saints,” Nikolai breathes, relief written clearly on his face. “It would have been awkward if this was one sided, love.”

“Oh Hush!” You laugh, nudging him slightly.

Nikolai grabs your arms, pulling you into an embrace that feels like the beginning of everything. You settle into him; your face pressed against his bare shoulder, inhaling the all too familiar scent of his cologne - oud with notes of vanilla.

A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. “We’ll talk more in the morning, but I want you to know that I’m eternally grateful for one bed.” Nikolai murmurs, promises ready to be made on the tip of his tongue.

You kiss the junction between his neck and shoulder, humming your agreement before sleep finally claims you both, deep and dreamless and in anticipation for what the morning holds.

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aesthetic-bbyg · 4 months

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might I request 🫣

an Usopp x ditsy y/n where the reader is.. 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑚, busty, to say the least, and always clings to him (sort of like how Nami does), albeit unaware that the behavior seems to always fluster him

And maybe they end up paired together when everyone splits up to fight someone or whatever, and Uso pulls them aside to hide, obviously, but in a bit of tight spot?

you can edit this however you like, thank you for reading!!

A DAMSAL IN DISTRESS - USOPP

usopp x ditzy,fem!reader

IN WHICH you can’t help but cling onto Usopp, he’s just so cute.

nattie speaks!: AHHHHH I’m so sorry for the wait, I felt so bad that this took way longer then expected so some parts were a bit rushed and a bit shitty🫣🫣. Also, I gave the reader this power, basically like a banshee, she screams and it’s a weapon. It’s only included in a small portion bc I wanted to stay close to what the anon requested!!

USOPP WASNT SURE IF HIS BAD habit of lying constantly was currently a blessing or a curse. You took interest in him after he’d rambled on about escaping the large beast of the sea, the Kraken. Since then you’ve been—he didn’t want to be rude and say obsessive, so..clingy. He’d somehow managed to capture you’re attention with his false stories. You nodded dumbly with big eyes as he dramatized yet another tale, waving his hands around like a maniac while you just giggled.

“Uh-huh, what after?” You leaned closer across the table curiously, your cheek falling to rest on the palm of your hand.

“Then, I took my sword and I sliced his ass from head to toe.” Usopp smirked triumphantly, sucking in a deep breath and releasing as he fell back against the chair. “And that’s the story of how I defeated the monster of the Blue Lagoon.”

“No way!” You gasped, eyes wide with such content, completely unaware of how close your tits were to spilling out of your top. Truth be told, Usopp had dragged out the story as long as possible to see the moment a nipple peaked out. He swallowed before he chuckled, eyes flickering between your bright smile and bouncing breast. “You’re so brave, Uso.” You stood from your seat, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek. “How ‘bout I go get food for my brave Captain, hmm?”

Usopp never nodded his head so quick, both out of being very hungry and because he needed a breather. You had made him so ridiculously flustered, he nearly forgotten to take in air with how close you were. The moment you footsteps faded to enter the kitchen he let out a large sigh. His senses struggling to regulate, all he could think about was you. The sticky gloss that clung to his skin, the sweet scent you left behind, the echo of your giggles in his mind.

He needed to get a grip before he literally exploded. The next few days to Arlong Park would be hell if he couldn’t learn to control himself when around you. But he just couldn’t figure out how it was possible to do that when you pranced around in such low cut shirts and tight bottoms. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you were back, holding two servings of food. You placed it on the large crate that laid between the two of you.

“What did Sanji make?” Usopp questioned, mustering up to the most normal smile he could give.

“Some sort of pasta, dunno, wasn’t really attention.” You shrugged casually, handing him a shimmering silver fork. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you went unaware of the stolen glances Usopp took of you. He paid far too much attention to your features, especially your most prominent one..but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

You were close to opening your mouth and breaking the silence before Zoro came up, plopping a whiny Buggy between your plates.

“Usopps turn, I’m done.” The swordsman muttered annoyingly, walking away without another word.

“Hey—what!” Usopp shouted back to Zoro, his calls being ignored as the the blue-haired clown chuckled.

“Hiya, pal, nice to see you!” The clown exclaimed with an overly happy tone. “Tell me, have, have you boned pretty babe over here or wh—“

Usopp clamped his hand over the clown mouth, embarrassingly looking over at you, your eyes held an innocent confusion as you stood. “I’ll go ahead and take these to the kitchen, be back!”

Usopp nodded with a smile, waiting for you to be out of ear shot before uncovering Buggy’s mouth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Shut up.” Usopp mumbled with a flushed face, hiding it by fiddling with his slingshot.

“Oh, c’mon, she’s totally into you and it super fuckin’ obvious in case you couldn’t already see.” The clown commented, “And, hey, I’m not one to give relationship in advice here but you should bone her—“

“Can you stop saying that.” The man snapped quietly as he noticed you approaching. You didn’t sit down, instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“It’s getting dark, Uso, ya wanna head in?” You asked softly, eyes glowing curiously in the moonlight. You shared a space with Nami, but ever since she left you’d didn’t liked sleeping in that empty bed. Instead, you slept next to Usopp every night.

It came as a surprise at first. The midnight sky had caused a dark hue to blanket over the ship. The moon hidden behind indigo clouds, only a few strings of light guided you down to the boy’s chambers. You’d pushed Usopps door open, thankful that it didn’t creak loudly, and slowly entered. You footsteps patting against the hardwood floor, hands out in front of you to navigate the darkness until you felt a soft cushion. You peeled back the blanket and climbed in, without a care in the world except for finding some warmth.

Usopp had felt the bed shift, covers shuffling without him moving which is what caused him to fully awake. He panicked at first, not moving an inch as the person beside him got comfortable. It was until he felt you soft hands caress up his bicep, bare legs entangling with his own, then a sweet sigh that tickled his neck. After a few moments he heard nothing, just your deep breaths as he laid there, completely clueless on what to do. Should he hold you? But that would wake you again wouldn’t it? He chose to go to sleep and see what the next morning held.

And if Usopp wasn’t flustered enough already the next day he was practically dead. Your position had switched in the middle of the night, and so did his. Ass against his hips, his arm draped over your waist, and you back against his firm chest. He wasn’t sure how you two needed in this position but every morning now was like this.

Usopp determined that the best way to continue this routine was if Buggy’s head was shoved into a empty barrel and left there for the night.

“You better bone her if your leaving here—“ The clown angrily shouted before his voice was muffled by the lid sliding over the open top. Usopp let out a sigh, walking over to the sleeping quarters below deck where you’d already gone to get changed for bed.

Your head quirked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, smiling softly at the sight of him. “We’re nearly there, Uso. It’s best that you get some sleep for the rest of the journey.”

Usopp nodded in agreement, removing his shirt like he always did before bed and climbing into the covers. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are each time you cuddle close to him. It shouldn’t be so rewarded to feel him so close to you as you drift to sleep. Usopp was suppose to be your fellow crew member and nothing more. Yet there was an undeniable feeling that made you cling to him. It made you giddy.

Unbeknownst to you, these feelings struck Usopp tenfold.

“LAND HO!” USOPP EXCLAIMED, ARM raising to point to a spec of land from afar. You lifted your head, squinting to see the bundled up islands from you spot. As you got closer it looked like nothing almost, and when the boat docked it was even worse. The small village looked abandoned, old homes falling apart and grey in color. Most of the plants around were dead, drained of their natural color. One home was even raised above the grown, ripped from the floor and left to rot mid air.

This is when things started to blur together. One moment, you watch in fear, clinging onto Usopps arms. He’s a brave warrior, you thought, surely he’d protect you against the strange atmosphere that this place brought. But the next you were sprinting into the woods, just behind Usopp as a fish man with strangely large lips chased after you.

It was a fight you had no idea on how to win. They were fishman, some of the strongest beings of the world, and here you were running away from one. Even worse, the fish with the huge lips was able to spit out fire with just a sip of his hard drink. There was more than enough evidence to prove that you were screwed.

The boy in front of you turned around, quickly tugging your arm and pulling close, ducked down, rolling to hide behind a fallen tree. You fell atop of Usopp, panting heavily as fishman’s spits barley flew over your head. All went quiet, weirdly quiet but you didn’t dare even blink loudly.

“Hey.” Usopp whispered as you lifted your head from his chest. “Ya think you can scream for me, pretty girl?” You swallowed thickly, nodding, the pure terror of the approaching footsteps muting your voice. “Then wait for my signal, ‘kay.”

Usopp shuffled from under, making it more comfortable for the both, well, mostly you. Being within such a close proximity of your soft skin made him nervous, no amount of comfort was able to calm his nerves. But he ignored the squeezable skin that pressed against his chest, ignored that your core that was hovering just above his dick, ignored the grip on his bicep. He looked at you, waiting for the right moment to give you the sign so the fishman went down once and for all.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you mustered up some courage to pull the plan off. You felt a tap on your hand, causing to rise up and stare directly at the fishman. But before he could open fire you let out a ear piercing shriek. A wail so loud it launched the fish man backwards. Far enough so he was too distracted in getting up and gaining back his senses to realize that Usopp was sneaking in.

You watched, wide eyed as the fishman sat up, bottle still tightly in his clutch. Usopp loaded in his new invention into his slingshot and directly hit the alcohol. A loud explosion followed, smoke clearing to reveal a motionless fishman.

You laughed in a relief, standing up and slowly approaching the scene.

Usopp shouts in excitement, proudly chuckling at the sight of the smoking body laid motionless on the ground. “Yeah! Take that! The Great Captain Usopp fells yet another notorious villain!” He swallows back his heavy breaths, glancing around. “And..no one’s around to see it.”

“I saw it, Uso!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him with a giggle. The sheer force of your excitement gave you enough strength to drag him down into your chest. His whole face making contact with your tits while you rambled in content. “Just as brave as you tell in your stories! Gosh, I can’t wait tell everyone how you saved me.” You pull his head up, planting kisses along his cheeks.

The boy puffed his chest out pridefully, smirking despite the blush that littered his cheeks. “What can I say, a great Captain like me never fails to save a damsel in distress.” He hooked an arm around your waist, gazing down at you.

“A reward is much needed after this.” You Pat his chest, smiling softly with such a innocent yet antagonizing look. Without another word, you’d pulled away, waking back in the direction Arlong park.

Usopp stared at your fading figure with furrowed brows. “A reward?”

OMG THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG BUT I WAS LITERALLY GOING BACK ND FORTH W THIS FIC BC I FELT LIKE IT WAS SOO BAD. But I need to release smth so this is it!! I really hoped this lived up to the request, ik i added some of my own elements but ignore that🫣

(sucks dick coquettely)

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #straw hats #usopp x reader #usopp #jacob romero gibson #Jacob Romero #agent 00 lookin ahh #but he’s so fiiiine #i’m actually losing it #I need him #he needs me #HIS BICEPS BRO #LIKE I WANT TO LICK THEM #UGHHH #send help #one piece imagine #captain usopp

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eternallyhyucks · 8 months

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members of zb1 as cute things that have happened to me

— i only thought of a couple of these, so i chose the members i felt fit the best!

. . .

— matthew // asking if a ring would fit me and putting it on my finger

you always loved matthew’s taste in jewelry, so it wasn’t new for you to comment on his rings or bracelets. he always wore the same simple silver ring on his index finger and that happened to be your favorite one. one day, you pointed at his ring saying,

“i’m gonna steal that, trust”

“no you’re not, this is my favorite one”

“it’s mine too !”

he smiled and took it off,

“does it fit you?”

before you could answer, he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger.

“it does!”

“another reason for me to take it then huh”

“absolutely not”

— ricky // leaving my ring in their car

after a long day of having fun with ricky, the two of you got back in the car and you immediately took off one of your rings that had been bothering you all day. you made a mental note to grab it before you were dropped off at your house, but when the time came, you forgot. after a couple days, you remembered but didn’t think too much of it since you didn’t like the ring very much anyway. several days after you realized that you forgot your ring in his car, you and ricky made plans to get food after your morning shift and when you pulled into the parking spot next to him, he got out and opened your door. he pulled the ring out from his pocket and handed it to you.

“i wore it a couple times and kept forgetting to give it back to you”

“it’s okay you can have it, i don’t mind”

he smiled and slipped it onto his finger.

— gyuvin // pinky promise to keep in touch

after a little more than a year of knowing gyuvin and getting closer and closer to him everyday, parting ways for college felt harder than you expected. you knew the two of you would stay in touch, but a part of you couldnt help but feel nervous of whether you would still be as close when he came back for breaks or if you would even stay in contact. before the two of you went back to your cars on your last day hanging out together, you shared a loving hug.

“dont be a stranger, gyuvin”

“never will be”

he pulled away and stuck out his pinky, smiling at you. your pinkies intertwined and he stuck his thumb out too, touching his with yours, “to lock in the promise!” he said smiling.

— gunwook // random physical touch

sometimes this mf does not know when to do things and when not to do things. it was your first day at your new job, where he also worked, and you were still getting used to the new environment. along with the new environment, you were also still not quite as casual as gunwook was with your new coworkers and managers either, which made you a little quiet during the shift; a version of you gunwook wasnt used to anymore. trying to make you as comfortable as possible, he acted as he normally did with you, which included lots of play fighting and cracking dumb jokes. when he wasn’t doing that though, he rested his chin or head on your shoulder. you didn’t pay mind to it since he did it so often, and only realized when you heard your managers giggling as he had his head on your shoulder while the two of you were sitting down.

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roomsofangel · 2 months

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I WISH YOU STAYED.

choi san | written by roomsofangel

pairing ex!san x reader

genre(s) angst angst angst!

word count 871

warnings just full on angst, there’s not really any comfort. mentions of reader consuming alcohol but its only once and nothing comes out of it. mentions of arguing, alludes to a toxic relationship despite they’re being a lot of love. right person wrong time sorta thing, a lot of hurt.

synposis its raining and you find yourself thinking of the past again

is it possible to meet again in the dream realm? is it possible to have the same dream? san finds himself asking this question, on a rainy night, thinking of the past

a/n i know i said i was gonna post an update for my current ongoing fics soon but i wanted to write this first and post it…now, this work means more to me than anything and i technically did have help despite them not knowing i’d even write about this. this is a form of also letting go for me in a way. i used specific quotes from my favorite movie that reminds me a lot of the situation and the person this was inspired about.

rain tapped against the window, a slow and steady beat that filled the room with its somber rhythm. the air is thick with the wet, damp smell of rain, mixing with the faint scent of your shampoo from the day before and the melancholy in your heart. your bed is warm against your skin, holding you close as you stare up at the ceiling

you weren’t sure how long its been, how many hours passed but the rain only got heavier with time and it reminded you of the internal struggle of what you seemed to always feel nowadays. what were you? the rain or the rainbow? the storm or the first speck of sun that comes shining through to give people reassurance its about to be a better day?

if you were asked at this very moment, you’d tell them that you were the storm and your rainbow went to go find another raincloud to help give reassurance to

“i need a drink,” you muttered despite being the only one in the room, sliding out of bed to wander off into your kitchen where you used your refrigerator as a nightlight. you took out a glass and set it onto your counter, going back and forth between the fridge and the countertop. you poured yourself some amaretto, watching it fill up to the top of your glass and set it back into its cold home before bringing it your lips

with each sip, you felt warmer inside but the ice that manifested itself to stay in your flesh and bone didn’t thaw out. you still felt hollow like you did that night.

“we were never good for each other..” he whispered, sniffling as he watched you with matching teary eyes. you swallowed the cry that threatened to spill, chewing on your bottom lip as you nodded. “and we tried.” he added in with a bittersweet laugh to mask he was hurting too

god, why did he always have to mask his hurt? you hated how he always did that even in your dreams, but was this even a dream when it all feel so real?

you watched how his hands came up slowly, cupping your cheeks to have you meet his teary gaze and you sniffled, “i know.” you replied back, voice soft and wobbly

“there’s more to life, y/n.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you let yourself breathe, taking in what would be the last time you could feel him again, “there’s more to life than arguments and whatever it is we had.”

you sniffled, “i know.” pressing your lips together, tears running down and you could taste the saltiness of your heart breaking. “i know.” you repeated again as if the first time wasn’t enough, as if the second time wasnt either and he sighed

it seemed as if everything was demolishing around the two of you, the room you were in. the floors creaked and the walls began to show signs of decay, the cracks becoming more evident while the windows, despite not making noise to show the damage, were shattering with each second that passed and you found yourself muttering, “what if you stayed this time?”

“we both know i can’t stay…” san whispered, voice filled with the same hurt you remember him having that night and you found yourself breaking more, “i walked out the door.”

you prayed to whoever was out there, whomever was making you have this lucid dream to let you keep this, let you have this one last time for a little longer but it seemed it fell on deaf ears from when you blinked and then found yourself at the same door you will always have burned into your memory.

you watched how san had his hands in his pockets, nose rosy as he sniffled and walked more out the door just how he did back then,

except,

the only difference was you running to the doorway, “san!” you called out, hands on the frame while your voice cracked at how you tried not to cry and he turned to face you with an expression that was filled with both surprise and heartache, “come back and make up a goodbye at least.” you managed to get out after the silent gaze made you fall apart all over again, “lets pretend we had one.”

and you could see his expression falter, how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while he gulped and wiped his eyes when he walked towards you.

the same rain falls heavy against another window and slides down, leaving thin rivulets down the glass. a relentless makeshift waterfall that served as a constant reminder of the grief that dwells within san’s mind. he sits on the edge of his bed, sniffling and trying not to remember what he dreamt of but it burned through his skull and itched his frontal lobe

he swears he still had your words from that dream in his head, how you looked at him and called out from the door i wish you stayed.

he choked back in his sobs, letting himself stare at his hands while he wept, knowing you couldn’t hear how he whispered into the air, “i wish i stayed too.”

#choi san imagines #choi san angst #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez writing #ateez au #choi san #ateez san #choi san scenarios #choi san x reader #choi san writing #choi san ateez

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overstuffednpadded · 1 year

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A sat pouting in the passenger seat of their partner's car. They didnt want to go anywhere today! They were very comfortable playing video games in their dorm for the rest of their break. Exams had been a nightmare, they deserved to relax. So what if they hadnt moved from the couch all weekend? Who cares that they were only eating snacks? It's not like they lived with anyone else, it didnt matter if they hadnt changed their diaper since yesterday. The rash wasnt even that bad!

Instead B, their roommate/partner, had dragged them into a bath, a fresh diaper, new clothes and then chucked them into the car for a drive around town. B had asked where they wanted to go, but A figured if they sat there pouting long enough that B would eventually give up and take them back to their dorm. They'd been driving for 15 minutes with A pouting and staring out the window while refusing to look at B. A suddenly felt a gurgling in their belly. They suppressed their discomfort and shuffled in their seat a bit, turning themselves further towards the window so B couldnt see their cheeks turning red. Man, they really needed to poop soon. A and B had a special kind of relationship. B knew that A wore diapers and even liked it. B liked to take care of A and A liked to be taken care of, especially by B. It made A feel small, but in a good way, like they didnt need to worry about anything. So A knew that B would like it if they pooped right now. But A was annoyed with B and in no mood to please them. So they stubbornly held it and refused to tell B anything, no matter how much their tummy hurt.

B pulled into a gas station. They said they need to fill up the tank before they went anywhere else. The words "fill up" made A suddenly aware of their full bladder, and "tank" brought their attention to the big poop that felt too big inside of them. B asked them if they wanted anything in the store.

"You can get a treat if you'd like." B said in that mildly sing-song voice that A liked. B reached over and ran a hand down A's back. The sudden affection to took A by surprise and they relaxed at B's touch. Big mistake. They let go of the hold in their bum for a moment too long and a noisy fart shot into their diaper. A small spurt of pee escaped as well before A could finally seize back up. Their cheeks turned a deep crimson and B started to laugh.

"Or maybe someone has to use the potty?" B chuckled.

Now A was mad. Their expression turned furious and they glared at B before turning their around again, their back to them. B was unfazed. They surrendered but continued to laugh all the way out of the car.

A sat in the car, pouting. They were so furious at B for....getting them out of the house and...and laughing at them! But...A did have to go potty. Really bad. But they didnt want to give B the satisfaction.

Their tummy gurgled suddenly and another really big fart escaped his butt. So big that A felt the air escape out the back of his diaper. They tried and fail to fight back a small relieved smile that spread across their face. That did feel really good, and it help their tummy a lot. And it stunk up the car real bad. Maybe that could be their revenge on B! To stink up the entire car! That would show them

A felt the need to fart again, and this time they actively pushed it out. It stuttered and made their diaper feel really warm. Too warm, in fact. A moaned, a shiver running up their spine as the warmth in their diaper grew and spread to their butt. They hadnt been able to hold in their pee. A stuck their hands between their legs, a little embarrassed that they had had an wet accident. But it wasnt too bad. They could hide a wet diaper from B and change when they got home. Plus they would enjoy the ride much more in a warm diaper. They let out a sigh of relief as they wet and laid their hand on their belly.

A continued to push out farts for another minute or so, bringing their feet up onto the seat to make to easier to push. Maybe A didnt need to poop at all. Maybe they were just gassy. Pushing out all these smelly farts into their diaper sure was certainly helping a lot.

It suddenly felt like one of A's farts was stuck. They bore down hard but only managed to get out some little squeaks. A opened their legs a bit more, pushed their crotch forward and gave the biggest push they had in them. They managed to unstick the fart, along with a big load of mushy poo. A's eyes grew big, but they were already pushing and grunting out more waste with no time to stop themselves. They tried to clench up again, but their asshole was already widening around a very large poop that needed to come out. A grabbed onto the seat as they were forced to push.

"I...I g-gotta make ppoopies....!"

A groaned and felt their diaper expand with a large doody and stretch the fabric of their pants. Their poop had to be the size (and probably the weight) of two softballs lumped together. But they couldnt help that it made their tummy feel so much better. They moaned and let out a little burp, feeling some gas come from both ends. A felt another need to push and trembled as they strained out a bubbly fart followed my any remaining mush left in his bottom. Their tummy heaved, making them groan and push out bubbly farts into his big poop, all muffled inside of his packed pamper, their bottom widening around nothing but gas.

A panted with exhaustion and relief when their tummy finally stopped heaving and making them push. Little beads of sweat had started appearing on their forehead. Without thinking they fell back into their chair, onto their butt, and completely squished their diaper. The feeling was amazing, A's poop squeezing into every crack and crevice, and a goofy grin spread across A's blushing face. When B got back into the car, they were surprised to find a smelly car and a much more cheerful A who was eager for B to change their diaper.

#messing #omutsu #scat kink #farts #eproctophilia #💜writing💜

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kotomori · 1 year

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Okay here's another one! (Steddie Parallels to Lumax in season 2 after the party finally manage to convince Steve to join a Hellfire campaign. This parallel comes from the scenes where the party (Mike) continuously ostracize Max from joining their gang despite claiming they want her to join) TW: This ones kinda angsty....might do a part 2 ;)

Despite all of his complaints and utmost refusals to ever actually play Dustin's nerdy Dungeons and Dragons game, Steve was, much to his own disbelief, pleasantly surprised when the Dungeon Master/newly cleared Eddie Munson 'formally invited' him to tag along for their next session.

Steve liked to believe that he and Eddie had become good friends ever since the whole Vecna/End of the world thing. They hung out pretty often now that he and his uncle had been given a new place to live as a sorta 'Sorry your town tried to hunt you for sport after accusing you of mass murder/keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you', kind of deal. It had been a tad awkward to be around eachother with nobody else the first couple of times yet as the weeks went by, Steve was about as comfortable opening up to the guy as he was to Robin. Almost. Robin would always be his number one. But if Eddie had shown him anything over the last few months or so since the first time he came over to his place, it was that he would never look down on anybody for being different. Hence why Steve found it easy to be so vulnerable with him. Eddie was a damn good listener and while not exactly one for giving advice, he always seemed to know how to make him feel calmer. Steve would try to do the same, resulting in a pretty solid bond between the two polar opposites. That label reminding Steve of the phrase 'Opposites attract' which after many long insightful conversations with Robin led Steve to believing that it was true. It wasnt as though he wasnt aware that what he felt for Eddie was a little more than a normal friendship and he knew what being attracted to another person felt like. Hell, Eddie wasnt even the first guy he'd had a crush on. Yet there was never another guy in Steve's life that had ever made him feel so accepted that he allowed attraction to develop into a full blown crush. He liked Eddie. He really did.

So when Eddie invited him to tag along for his latest campaign, not the first since he was released from the hospital but the first since Will and El had officially moved back to Hawkins, Steve found himself actually wanting to go. It sounded like fun with everyone being there. Yet the meaning behind the word 'everyone' suddenly made him hesitate. Everyone would involve not only the kids, himself, Robin, Johnathan, Nancy and Argyle. It also meant that the rest of the Hellfire club, Eddie's friends would also be there too. And it didn't take a genius to work out that they wouldn't really be happy with former jock King Steve hanging out with the nerds, if Eddie had told them at all. Why else would he have refused back before Spring break when Dustin called him asking him to sub for Lucas? Well....aside from the fact that there was no way he was missing Lucas's championship game after all the practice they'd put in during the semester. He was damn proud of that kid. And he wanted to show him that he supported him. He'd been so invested that he'd hardly said two words to his date all night.

Eddie had told him that he didn't have to play, that he was fine to sit with Robin and the rest of the crew and watch. They'd been playing in the Wheeler's basement since the club had been banned from the school, hence why Nancy was there to greet him when he knocked on the door with Robin at his side. Her sunny smile at the sight of him did alot to warm the chill of his anxiety.

That was another thing that he couldn't regret about what happened over spring break. Following their first bout with Vecna, he and Nancy finally had the chance to properly talk about what happened between them and while he may have regretted coming on as strong as he did, nothing would make him regret the friendship he had with her now. If anything they were closer to eachother now than when they were dating. It felt good to be allowed to love her again, even if it was a different kind of love than before. She had also apologised for the way things ended between them and she had grown alot since then. Steve had tried to tell her she didn't need to apologise, which Nancy had fiercely disagreed with, telling him that no matter what she was going through he never deserved to be treated like that. At the time Steve hadn't felt like there was anything to forgive, but she had looked so relieved when he told her he did. It had made him think alot about who he used to be, how much he had suffered as a result, how much he felt like he deserved most of it. But as Nancy, Eddie and Robin, most of the group would vehemently remind him, they saw him as a good person deserving of good things. Steve was really trying to believe that himself.

Nancy led them down to the basement, laughing lightly at something he said on the way down before he was faced with the rest of the group. Everyone else was already there. Dustin, Lucas, Will and El all rushing to give him a hug while Mike as someone not overly keen on physical affection gave him a half smile and wave. Max greeted him from the corner where she was sitting in her wheelchair, gesturing for him and Robin to come and sit on the empty seats on either side of her. Steve smiled impossibly wide as he and Robin followed the redhead's orders, forgetting for all of a few seconds why he was so worried. Then that chill in his spine returned with a vengeance when his eyes landed on the no so concealed glares Eddie's friends were casting his way whilst the man himself seemed blissfully unaware, shooting Steve a soft smile that Robin had not so helpfully dubbed as his Steve smile. It put him a little more at ease in any case as he smiled back. Within the next few minutes the campaign began, prompting Eddie to slide right into his alter ego of Dungeon Master Extraordinaire.

It didn't escape his notice when he caught one of them, Gareth? He'd never really actually met any of them before tonight but he'd heard Eddie talk about them plenty. Anyhow, Steve watched as the younger teen's eyes remained fixed on him as he leaned over to his friend sitting next to him, Steve knew his name was Jeff, to whisper something in his ear. The other boy's eyes flickered back to him for a millisecond before looking away and releasing a snicker. Steve's anxiety came crashing down on him once more, worsening the longer the game continued as the rest of the group seemed fully invested in their game. Their other friend, Steve was sure his name was Grant, was sitting the second closest to Eddie with Will being the only one between the two. Steve wasnt sure how much time had passed since he realised that the three had been whispering to eachother and sniggering about him, but just before the club decided to stop for a break, Grant muttered something towards the other two boys. Steve obviously couldn't hear it being as far away as he was, but it seemed that whatever it was Will had caught the jist of it if the look of surprise followed by the guilty look he sent towards Steve was anything to go by. Ever the one to keep a close eye on his brother, Johnathan seemed to notice Will's sudden change in demeanor too, turning a suspicious glance to the Hellfire boys before looking back to Will, the two seeming to have a silent conversation with eachother from across the room. Steve tried to wave it off with a smile when Will looked back at him but the upset frown remained fixed on the boy's face. It looked as though El had also caught on that something was wrong, looking at her brother curiously as though she was trying to read his mind.

It set off a chain reaction with the rest of the kids as Max and Mike noticed something was wrong with El, causing Lucas to notice Max, and Erica and Dustin catching on to the tension that had made it's way into the room. The moment Eddie called for a break, it appeared as though he had also noticed their seven youngest members weren't really paying a great deal of attention. Will practically leapt to his feet claiming he was going to grab something to drink. El was quick to follow after him with Mike in tow. Johnathan paused for a moment before following them as well. Steve's stomach clenched with the realisation that Will was likely going to tell them both what he'd heard. Argyle seemed to take Jonathan's absence as a reason to come and take Robin's chair as she excused herself to go upstairs and get a drink with Nancy. Steve tried to listen to whatever it was the man was saying, he really did though he was clearly already high enough for him and Johnathan as he continued saying whatever was on his mind. Steve could still feel the three pairs of eyes still burning into his skull as he continued to ignore them. They didn't like him. Whatever. They didn't need to act like children about it. The better question on Steve's mind was how the hell Eddie hadn't noticed what they were doing. Should he say something? Maybe go over and break the ice. Let them know he wanted to make an effort to know Eddie's friends. That he wasn't the same person he used to be, if he was ever really that person.

"So, Stevie. How are you enjoying your first encounter into the satanic nightmare that is DnD?" Eddie piped up startling the man in question.

It was sat that moment that Steve realised he hadn't said a word since they had started. His mind drew a blank at the question, not anticipating for anyone here to actually talk to him until the had to drop them off at home. He knew first hand how seriously his children took this game.

Shit. Eddie was still waiting for an answer.

"Its good." He replied a little too quickly. "I-Its really cool."

Not his most eloquent response, he knew. But still, who could blame him for not paying attention when the force of the stares he was receiving was making him feel like his head was about to explode!

It seemed that whatever he said was the wrong thing to say from the way the smile slipped from Eddie's face.

"You know if it's really not your thing, you don't have to stay for the rest. We're probably gonna call it soon anyway, looks like your children aren't really invested either."

Shit he sounded upset. What did he say? What could he have done wrong? He was just sitting here.

"No-No! It's not that, its-" Steve started to say until the sound of one of the boys snorting at any attempt he made plucked on his nerves. Eddie glanced at Gareth confused as the rest of the party glared at him.

"Something funny?" Max bit at the boy causing him to promptly wipe the grin off his face.

The rest of the group started filing back in. Jonathan was the first back in the room, footsteps heavy against the wooden stairs, almost angry sounding. That was nothing compared to the cold expression on his face aimed solely at the three boys that had been making fun of Steve all night.

"Woah! Byers, man! Wheres the fire?" Argyle asked catching on to Jonathan's bad mood almost immediately. The man said nothing but gestured for Argyle to scooch back over to his seat as Robin and Nancy came back down the stairs with the same tension filled entrance. Robin took her seat back next to Max crossing her arms over her chest and shooting daggers at the three with the same intensity they'd been giving him since they arrived here causing them to wither under her gaze as any human would. Steve swallowed thickly suddenly feeling very put on the spot. It was pretty safe to say that Will had told them what he heard. Case in point, Mike and El came down th stairs hand in hand with Will behind them almost as though they were creating a barrier as he pointedly refused to look anywhere but his feet. Meanwhile Nancy grabbed hold of her chair that was previously placed beside Johnathan and dragged it over next to Steve, who looked over at Johnathan questionably. The younger man merely met his eye before nodding at him. Steve looked over at Eddie, who was following her every move as his frown drew deeper and deeper right until she sat down next to him.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked him placing her hand delicately over his. It was a simple question. One that would've been much easier to answer if he wasn't painfully aware of the fact that Eddie was staring at him. No. He wasnt okay. He felt completely out of place. He was uncomfortable. The only reason hed agreed to come here was looking at him like he'd ran over his dog for some reason and he could feel people whispering about him all over the room. He just wanted to go home.

He watched as Eddie looked a little further to his right and followed his gaze to land on Robin, who's eyes quickly locked onto Eddie's. It looked as though they were trying to communicate something to eachother with Eddie's pointed look of hurt before Robin shook her head. Steve was just about reaching the end of his patience. Why wouldn't someone please tell him what he had done wrong?

But then one of the boys mumbled something else under his breath which then prompted the other two to snicker loudly. He could tell from how quickly he turned his head that Eddie had heard whatever they said. By this point El, Max and Erica looked as though they wanted to blow their heads up with how hard they were glaring at them. But then Steve looked at the four boys sitting around the table with the other members of Hellfire and, Oh God, every single one of them looked betrayed, pissed off and hurt.

But then he looked back at Eddie. There was no way he hadn't heard what they just said. He needed to see what he would do about it. His already plummeting hope was rapidly sinking lower and lower the longer it took the man to react. He watched as Eddie's eyes wandered back over to him and Nancy, right to the point where her hand was resting on top of his and then...

He smirked.

Hell he looked like he was trying not to laugh right along with them.

And fuck if that didn't sting.

But with how shitty this night had made him feel, Steve didn't even have it in him to process how hurt he was.

He was pissed.

Scoffing loudly Steve launched himself out of his chair almost toppling it over in the process.

"Seriously?!" He yelled, voice cracking at the last syllable.

And just like that, any trace of contempt was erased from Eddie's face, turning swiftly into shock.

"Steve-" Robin reached out to him but he quickly brushed her off.

"Screw this. I'll be in the car." And with that he stormed out of the basement.

It was only then that the three who started all this became all too aware of the death glares being shot at them from all directions.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" Dustin exclaimed, sending a particularly wounded look at Eddie, whom had gone from smug in the sense of hiding his jealousy to remorseful in a matter of seconds as he quickly realised his mistake.

He barely paid any mind to the question however as he quickly shot up from his seat and ran after Steve. The man was already halfway up the street heading towards his car when Eddie spotted him.

"Steve!" Eddie called out to him.

The younger man didn't stop walking to his call as he spoke without looking back.

"Leave me alone, Munson. I've had my fair share of playground insults for one day."

Munson. Not Eds or Eddie. Back to Munson because of one stupid mistake.

"Steve, please just hear me out, man. I'm so-"

"Why the hell should I? Are you gonna pull my pigtails now too?" Steve cut him off, finally stopping to look at him.

"Steve-" Eddie tried again.

"I thought you wanted me to play your game! I thought you wanted me in your group! God I can't believe I fell for that." Steve cackled. "Did you even tell your band I was coming tonight?"

"Of course I did. But...Gareth, Jeff, Grant, they're weird about this kinda thing. It's just their way of being protective."

Steve barked an incredulous laugh, "Yeah, that's one word for it."

Eddie sighed, "Steve, you don't understand-"

"No, you're right, Eddie! I don't! I've been sitting there all night while this has been going on. It's been miserable. You invite me to watch you play your game the you all start whispering and giggling and talking shit like we're in the seventh grade or some shit! I don't need that kind of bullshit, Eddie!"

Eddie fumbled for words for a moment before replying, "They're just not used to it, you know. I've never had a friend like you before. They just want to make sure that..." Eddie quickly cut himself off before he said the wrong thing.

"That what?" Steve asked brokenly. And, oh...there it was. The look of complete hopelessness. The glassy tint to his eyes was a kick straight to Eddie's ribcage.

"That what, Eddie? That I'm not gonna hurt you? Lure you into a false sense of security and then jump you? After all we went through back there, all we're still going through, you can't even bring yourself to tell them that won't happen? Why? Because I played sports in high school suddenly that means I'm as bad as Jason Carver and all those other assholes? Is it because of who I used to be? Or is it because you all still think I am that person?"

Eddie winced as he was reminded of the gruesome fate he'd been told Jason received for all the shit he caused all those months ago.

"Steve.....Steve, no that's not true! I...." Why the hell was it so hard to get his words out? Why couldn't he say exactly what he wanted to say? Why was it so hard for him to tell Steve the very thing he'd wanted to tell him for months? He knew exactly what he wanted to say to Steve, what he wanted to do and be with him. But everytime it looked as though they were getting somewhere, something had to go and crash right through it. Tonight along with his friends, the fault lied with his own jealousy.

Steve laughed wetly under his breath.

"See? You can't even say it. I know that for some people my past will never die. Somehow the asshole I was will always find his way back to the surface for the people I've hurt no matter how deep I bury him. King Steve, mister funny, mister cool, grade A douchebag who peaked in high school, doomed to spend the rest of his life working dead end jobs and forcing himself through loveless relationships pointless in the inevitable truth he's destined to be alone. Because God forbid he ever tries and change so that he feels a little more like a human and less like a dead shell of a man so that he doesn't end up back in that box his parents tried so damn hard to place him in before they just gave up and left without a word mere months before the literal earth started collapsing beneath his feet!"

Throughout his outburst, Steve let the unshed tears fall, unless he merely hadn't bothered to notice them. He couldn't look at Eddie anymore. He didn't want to see the look of pity he was almost certainly giving him right now. If hed only looked back, he would've seen how wrong he was.

"Stevie...." Eddie whispered brokenly, making one final attempt to reach for him.

"Just! Just forget it. Okay? It was stupid of me to think that I could be something I'm not. Why did I even bother?" Steve turned away, getting into his car and closing the door. In a split second, Eddie was bypassed by Robin and not really to his surprise, Lucas and Erica. The two siblings didn't say a word to him as they climbed into the back seats of Steve's car. Steve waited for another moment, probably waiting to see if anyone else needed a lift before starting the car and driving away.

Eddie wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there but by the time he turned to go back into the Wheeler house, Steve's car was long out of sight. He just wanted to grab his shit and leave. He didn't care if he left something behind. He just wanted to leave.

Yet by the time he got back to the basement, it didn't look as though he would be getting his way anytime soon. Dustin was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, eyes hard and arms crossed over his chest. The only others remaining besides the two who actually lived there were the ones he was supposed to be driving home, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, and Max. Nancy was sitting beside the redhead now. It was only then that he noticed said three boys sitting at the table looking thoroughly chastised and honestly a little scared.

"Eddie," Dustin began, his pained expression from earlier gone, now something much more serious.

"I think we need to talk about Steve."

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phr0gg13 · 3 months

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Can you do an angsty Will fic? Where he breaks down from being touch starved (he became used to giving hugs than getting hugs after being thrust into a role of leadership and having to act like he's always okay for his siblings) and Nico comforts him? It's kinda specific, so its completely your choice! im just really desperate for some Will angst

Pls no smut! and possibly Will X Nico! Thank youu <33

Ahhhh!! I love Will and Nico soooo muchhh, the minute I saw this request I already made a photo thingy for the fic and Im so excited!

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo

Warnings: Angst/comfort, mentions of negative self image, and also infirmary stuff!

Will was tired to say the least, as the head counselor of the Apollo cabin he had a lot on his plate. Not only did he have to help out the new Apollo children but also the current ones. He felt like a mom at times, struggling to stop all her kids from accidentally dying. Oh and he also was one of the head healers at the infirmary. He spent all his time helping others but no one ever really helped him. Of course he had friends and of course he had his siblings but none of them ever really picked up on his stress or negative thoughts. The dark circles under his eyes went unnoticed as well as the constant yawning.

Will had managed to get away from the busy day he was having. Opting to chill near the strawberry fields. He even picked a few to snack on, safe to say he knew this break wouldn't be long. Camp Half-Blood seemed to have a dramatic increase in new campers, Will didn't understand how the gods could have so many kids all the time, this meant that he had a lot more to do. A Lot more people to show around, explain things to, and also a lot more children that end up injuring themselves.

He always kicked himself mentally when he sighed at the new campers asking him for help. He was supposed to be a bright eyed, happy-go-lucky Apollo kid. Yet he wasn't happy, he was stressed and in a constant state of self loathing. Will felt water drops on his hands, looking up at the sky he saw it was still bright and sunny out. He was crying. In the middle of the Strawberry fields. He felt stupid. He was fine and a little work wasn't the end of the world. He tried to find the motivation to get up and go back to the infirmary but he couldn't. He couldn't stand the thought of going back to the bloody noses, and the bruises, and the whining.

He didn't want to. He just wanted to stay put in the fields. Streams of tears came out of his eyes, the stress of everything was too much. He put his head against the tree he was sitting next to and let himself cry. This was fine, he was fine. No one was around anyways.... Or so he thought.

"Hey you okay Sunshine?" Will knew whos voice it was. Nico Di Angelo, a child of Hades and someone Will was quite enamored with. Will quickly wiped his face, "Yeah, I'm great... It's just really hot out, some sweat got in my eyes." Will resonded sheepishly. He wasnt trying to lie to Nico, he just didnt want to burden him with his problems. "You sure? Cause from where I'm standing it seems like you are hiding in the strawberry fields crying..." Nico sat down next to Will. Will looked at Nico, who was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt (He never wore his camp half blood shirt) with a skull on it. He gave Nico a small smile, "I'm just stressed I guess...". Nico nodded and looked around the camp. Everyone was doing their own thing, they didn't notice the pair at all. "You do alot for the camp, I'm not suprised you're stressed. You should talk to Chiron about some time off or something..." Nico's suggestion was nice but Will couldn't stand the thought of not being useful. He didn't want to be dead weight. "I'm fine. I just...." Will couldnt find the words he was going to say. Nico faced Will and gave him a concerned look. "Please stop overworking yourself. It's not healthy and you're supposed to be a doctor or whatever..." Nico joked with the blonde. "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a kid they put in charge of the health of countless other kids..." Will sighed. "Yeah, but you're damn good at your job, Solace." Nico's compliment made Will's cheeks burn. "Thanks..." Will looked away from Nico trying to hide his blush.

A horn could be heard in the distance, it was dinner time. Will sighed, he would have to go back to everyone, put on a smile and pretend all over again. The moment with Nico was just a moment. It wasn't permanent. "Guess it's time to eat..." Will sat up and got on his own two feet. "Thanks for talking to me Nico." He started to walk away until he felt a hand grab his wrist. "Wait... You can sit with me if you'd like. The hades table is always empty..." Will smiled at Nico and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd like that alot Nico." Nico gave Will a small smile and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Will. Nico had his head against Will's chest considering he was a few inches shorter than Will.

Once again tears threatened to leave Will's eyes, but for a different reason this time. He returned Nico's hug and placed his chin atop of his head. The two stayed there for a few minutes. Just enjoying the embrace of the other. That night at dinner Nico and Will talked on and on about everything. Nico even convinced Will to talk to Chiron about his stress. Safe to say there were a lot more moments in the strawberry fields for Will and Nico.

#percy jackson fanfiction #will solace #wilco #solangelo #nico di angelo #nico x will

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Don’t Fear The Reaper Chapter 08

Series Masterlist

A/N: This was originally supposed to be two separate chapters, but I decided I was drawing this out too long and put these two together instead. Next chapter will be following the night Dani died.

Chapter song: Where Have You Been? by Manchester Orchestra, The Wisp Sings by Winter Aid & right where you left me by Taylor Swift

Summary: Dani Crawford didn’t expect to spend her days wandering around Hawkins, Indiana as a ghost. She also didn’t expect her only chance at peace to come from local metalhead Eddie Munson. When he becomes all she can rely on in hopes of solving the cause of her demise, the lines between life and death become blurred.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!oc (OC is given a name but NO physical descriptions are used)

Warnings: Death (MC is literally a ghost), angst, alcoholic parent, death of a parent, grief, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 2.5k-ish

It’s been five days since Dani has seen Eddie. Was she purposefully avoiding him? Maybe. But she truly needed to be able to think up an excuse for why she reacted the way she did when he told her he had a girl coming over. She also needed to think of a way to tell him about the woods.

Dani realizes she wasn’t very brave when it came down to it. She knew there was something of importance with those woods but she couldn't bring herself to check. She just wasn't ready, and who could blame her for that?

Jealousy was an evil monster that held her in its claws over the past few days. Every waking moment ate at her. There was no escape with sleeping though she knew if she could dream they would all be of Eddie and she wasnt sure if that would be a good thing or bad thing at this point.

After running from the dark creepy woods she made her way home. By the time she reached the trailer park it was late and dark and she avoided Eddie’s side of the park like a disease. She took a while to stare at the piles of empty beer cans that took up all of the living room and kitchen. She wondered how her dad was able to drive and function at work. She thinks that at this point that high amount of beer doesn’t even have an affect on him any more.

Dani found herself wondering who the girl was. Would it be a one night thing or a forever thing? Was she pretty? Would he fall in love with her and marry her some day? Dani cursed herself, she knew thats what Eddie deserved, a happy life. In no way would she be able to fit into the puzzle of the world any more. There was nowhere that she would ever truly belong. Maybe it had been like that even before she was dead.

Opting to stay away from her dads drinking pit, she spent more time in her room than she would like to. Glad that her father hadn't touched anything in here. She hadn't had the motivation to unpack when she got here. Bags and boxes still remained stacked in the corner of her room. The only thing showing that this room did in fact once belong to her was the picture of her and her mom she had set on her night stand the second she got here. The wooden frame housed a photo of her and her mother smiling during a summer break trip to the beach. Just before her mother had gotten ill. It was always a thought that maybe her mom knew something was wrong well before she told Dani.

The picture used to bring her comfort on the nights that she missed her mom the most but now in this room she couldn't stand to look at it, and the worst part was she couldn't even move it to a drawer. She wouldn’t be able to press her fingers against the cool glass in front of the picture and imagine that she was still there on the beach with her mom. Laughing and talking the day away. She couldn’t help but wonder if she went so long without talking if she would ever lose her voice.

Her bed was made, assuming that was the way she left it when she left. Dirty clothes sat in a laundry basket by her dresser. Plain white walls surrounded her feeling like a jail cell instead of a bedroom. Every night, Dani laid on that floor and felt like she was rotting. She came to terms that she would be the ghost that haunted trailer 34 forever. Doomed to watch Eddie move on from a distance. Doomed to see families come and go. Doomed to be the phantom imposing on their lives.

Dani thought that maybe she had heard Eddie calling for her every night. But she knew better than to expect that. How could she ever expect him to feel the same way she does about him. She was nothing, holding no more weight than a light spring breeze.

On the fourth night of her pity party, Dani couldn’t bear to stare at the walls anymore, Couldn’t bear to look at the picture on her night stand, couldn’t bear to be around her dad or look at the outcome of his alcoholism.

Laying on the yellow carpet of her bedroom floor, she closed her eyes and thought of the spot Eddie had taken her to at the lake. She could picture it so clearly in her mind, that relaxing place she had laughed and joked with him before everything between them went to shit.

Dani opened her eyes to find herself no longer lying on her bedroom floor but instead lying in the grass by the lake, exactly where she had been imagining. Well, that’s a new development, she thought.

Her first thought was to go to Eddies to tell him about the cool new thing she discovered she could do, but she didn’t think she could look him in the eye right now. Also, what if she was there. The thought made her stomach churn.

Dani sat up and stared over the lake. The sky grew darker and the stars started to make their appearance. She stared up at the stars that shone over the lake. Wispy clouds moving out of her way to provide a better view. The wind moved through the breeze like a song. In that moment, she knew that she was in love with Eddie Munson and that would be why she had to let him go.

It had been six days since Eddie had seen Dani.

Eddie didn’t want to walk back to that side of the trailer park ever again. He wanted to avoid anything that reminded him of her. He couldn't even go to his special spot on the lake because of the reminder of the time they had spent together.

But, he knew if he didn’t eventually take the trash out that Uncle Wayne would get pissed. So, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and made the solemn walk to the dumpsters. He promised himself he wouldn't even look in the direction of the trailer. Wouldn’t hope to see movement in a window or the sound of her voice calling out for him as he walked past.

Humming and tapping a rhythm out on his leg with one hand and a bag of trash in the other, he made it to the dumpster without allowing himself a peek over at her trailer. That was, until movement caught the corner of his eye, and he turned his head out of habit.

There she was. He felt the breath woosh out of his longs in surprise and relief at the sight of her. She stood deathly still with her eyes focused on the ground. Eddie threw the trash in the bin and took a step to get a closer look.

There in the front lawn of her trailer was Dani, standing over a body.

“Dani?” Eddie said while stumbling towards her. “Dani, what happened?” As he got closer he realized the body that reeked of sweat and alcohol on the ground was her fathers. He was able to sigh a breath of relief when he saw that man was in fact still breathing.

Dani didn’t bother to look up at Eddie, too ashamed for him to see the sight before her. “He’s drunk. One of his bar buddies dropped him here a little bit ago.” She bit her lip like she was keeping herself from saying more as she continued to stare at the drunken man. “I guess they couldn’t be bothered to at least bring him inside.” She said darkly.

“Is the door unlocked?” Eddie asked. She gave a quick nod with out looking at him. Eddie went to open the trailer door and was able to prop it open with a heavy work boot that he had seen at the entrance. “What’s his name?”

“Thomas. But if you’re gonna pick him up don’t hurt yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I’m stronger than I look.” He laughed.

Dani didnt giggle or make any notion that she had heard him like he hoped.

“Thomas, hey man, you gotta get up.” He shook the man's arm, earning him some mumbled words. “Get up.” He said while pulling the man's arm. Surprisingly he was able to get him to his feet before guiding him through the front door and to the couch. Thomas was able to plop his full body on the couch before he started snoring.

Eddie was finally able to see the inside of the trailer that Dani had to spend most of her time at. Beer cans and trash littered nearly every surface. The strong smell of cigarette smoke and beer crowded the room. As he looked around the room he saw that Dani was still avoiding his eyes and looking away ashamed instead.

“Hey, we should go back to my place and talk.” He said softly nodding his head to the front door.

Dani let out a deep sigh and a small “okay” before walking to the door.

Dani couldnt bring herself to talk or look at him on the walk over to the trailer. Instead, she decided to find the dirt road beneath her feet utterly interesting. Even now, as they sat in the floor of his bedroom she looked at the carpet instead. After a long stretch of silence Eddie said, “I’m sorry, Dani.”

“Sorry for what Eddie? You can have a girl over if you want. You don't have to feel bad for not hanging out with me.” She mumbled.

“Dani, please, look at me.” He said.

She looked up to see two watery brown eyes staring back at her.

He continued, “I thought that maybe…I could get over how I feel about you if I moved on to some one else. And I’m not going to lie, yeah I made myself get excited over the thought of a girl coming over but you have to understand girls don’t ever like me. I was flattered and I thought that it would be a good way to protect my heart from you. It was a bad call and I am so sorry.”

“What do you mean when you say 'how you feel about me'?” Dani asked, confused.

“The way I feel for you means my heart is going to be ripped out when you leave me, Dani.” He hoped she understood what that meant.

“I feel the same way.” She whispered.

“These past few days have been hell, Dani. I thought you left with out saying goodbye.”

“No…I just needed some space to think. I’m not gong to lie though, I did consider staying away so you can live your life with out having an annoying ghost hanging around you.”

Eddie snorted at that. “You're my favorite annoying ghost though. I just wanted you to know I didn’t even let that girl inside the trailer. I immediately made her leave when she got here. Turns out it was all a joke anyways so.” He shrugged, pretending that it didn’t bother him.

“You dont have to explain yourself, Eddie.”

“But I want to.”

Over the next few hours they caught each other up on what they had done the past few days. It seemed that they had both been doing the same amount of moping. Dani learned that she was not hearing things when she thought she was imagining Eddie every night. And Eddie learned about Dani searching Andy's place, the weird feelings from the woods, and her new ghost teleportation trick. Eddie made her test that out by teleporting back and forth from the living room to the bedroom a few times. Each time he was just as amazed as the last.

“I’m telling you theres something weird about those woods. The feeling I got…was like my mind was telling me I needed to be in there. What if that's where my body is?” Dani asked eventually.

Eddie sat for a second. Staring at the wall. Dani realized he was starting at the poster board that he must have pinned back up before she had gotten there. Her heart swelled at the thought. Even though he thought she had moved on, he was still going to solve this for her.

“I’ll go look in the woods tomorrow.” He declared.

“Not by yourself you're not.” She exclaimed. “Look, if there is something in there I need to be there to see it too. It’s not like it can hurt me.”

Eddie sighed before nodding in agreement.

The next day Dani talked Eddie into going to school prior ot them searching the woods. He wanted to stay home, saying he wouldn't be able to concentrate knowing what they were looking for later, Dani reminded him it wouldn't be any different because it's not like he could usually concentrate at school on a normal day. He huffed at this but still agreed to go.

Dani told him where to park the van and agreed to meet him there after school. Eddie would leave school and head straight there. Parking his van on the edge of the winding road. He put on a brave face.

“You ready?” He asked with a grim look on his face.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She said before walking towards the woods.

Eddie, in all of his clumsy glory, had trouble maneuvering the steep shoulder and rocks that lined the road. Having to physically climb down to reach the woods.

After he slipped a few times, Dani decided if she wasn’t already dead then he would have given her a heart attack by now.

When they reached the spot she had seen the other day the feelings returned. Eddie must have understood what the look on her face meant as he gave her a small smile and head nod.

Stepping into the woods the feeling grew like a pressure beating down on her. “You alright?’ he asked her.

“Yeah it just gets worse the deeper in we go.” She whispered.

Eddie and Dani did their best to look through any bushes, both hopeful that with each search that they wouldn’t find anything mentally scarring. Eddie paused abruptly in front of Dani. “Wait, what's that.” He pointed towards a fallen tree branch. Dani squinted and could see something small and out of place on the forest ground. Eddie moved towards it.

“Wait no. I’ll look.” Dani said with a pointed look. Willing him to understand that if it was anything bad, she didn't want him to have to carry that memory with him for the rest of his life. Some things you just can not come back from.

Eddie gave her a worried look but didn’t argue with her as she stepped towards the object. As she got closer, the sunlight from the treetops reflected off of it. A small silver charm bracelet. Her silver charm bracelet. The bracelet with a little charm of a book on it. Her mother had given it to her as a gift. How could she have forgotten that?

Dani reached down instinctively and was surprised when her fingers connected with the cool metal and she was able to hold the bracelet in her hand. Immediately she felt whole again. She had found the thing she had been missing this whole time.

The second she clasped her fingers around it she was tossed into her memories, visions of that night flooded her mind, the sadness and the raw fear showed her everything she had forgotten. She blinked once more, returning to the trees and staring at a very confused Eddie.

She knew now why the woods carried such an awful feeling.

“We need to get out of the woods.”

A/N: Next Chapter we find out a little bit about what happened to Dani (:

Taglist: @big-ope-vibes @sheneedsrocknroll92

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson au #eddie munson x f!oc #eddie munson x female originial charachter #eddie munson x ghost #eddie munson fanfic

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christianbaleismyworld · 1 year

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Hi guys this is my first post so it may not be perfect but enjoy

Ship:Patrick Bateman x fem!reader

Warnings(murder,swearing,violence,patrick being nice😱)

If your a minor dont read for your own good!!!

BREAK

You were getting ready for a nice warm bubblebath,you had a hard day at work.you were in a bathrobe looking trough the mirror looking in to the abyss,finally you got out of your thoughts that you could go to the bath.you lie down,you felt a wave of relaxiationg go down your body suddenly you heard the phone ring,you couldnt just get out of the bath to answer a phone call so you just staid in bath for 30min.when you got out of the bath you went to your closet and chose a pretty and a warm pyjama (it was winter)than the phone rang again,you went to pick it up and you said “who is this?”a angry voice yelled “why havent you picked up the fucking phone you bitch!?!?”it was your toxic boyfriend,you explained why “anyway i want to break up with you i found someone better than you,so no need to bother me again you annoying brat”he said,you broke down in tears on the floor bc you really loved him even tho he was toxic but now it was all over.after having a breakdown you went to the fridge to get some icecream,after getting it you went to the living room to sit on your soft couch to watch your favourite movie.after the movie you went to bed hugging your pillow because it made you comfortable and feel safe

TIMESKIP TO WORK

At work you got so many piles of papers and they had to be done till tomorrow,you were so tired that you almost started sleeping but gladly your co-worker came in “Hey y/n there is someone that would like to meet you,can i let him in?”she said.”ofcourse i am not busy right now”(ofcourse you were lying)She letted a tall handsome man in “hello you must be Y/n L/n,im Patrick Bateman nice to meet you”he said in a gentle but a very low voice “Yes!Nice to meet you too Mr.Bateman”you said a bit flustered.”So i have some business things i would like to discuss”he said “Sure go ahead”you said quickly “Well there has been some problems in our orders that we have ordered from here,is everything okay in here?”He asks a bit worried and annoyed “Omg!im so sorry,i havent paid any attention on my workers,i apologize this wont happen anymore”You said embarassed.After 15mins of talking “Hey y/n would you like to join me and my friends to a club to night?”patrick asked “Oh sure i would like that”you answered a bit slowly “nice ill meet you there,oh and here is my business card!”He gave you his business card from his pocket “Thank you!”you answered to him

TIMESKIP TO NIGHT

You were applying your make-up on and doing your hair,after that you go to your closet to find the perfect dress for you.You found the perfect dress that was black and had diamonds on it and it wasnt too long or too short.Your cab finally dropped you to the club it was very big and you could hear loud music come out,so you went in and tried to find patrick and his friends,they were in a corner drinking alcholol like real business men after a long day at work.”you gasped and saw your exboyfriend in there with them,you got scared and almost got a panick attack until a nice man asked you if you were okay “Lady are you okay!?”He asked worried “i dont know i think i need to sit down…”you said feeling dizzy,patrick saw you across the room and came over to you and the man “y/n are you okay?”patrick asked with a annoyed and an angry voice “im fine…”(you lied again)”you can go now”Patrick shoed the man away and patrick took you with him to the corner,your heart started bounding harder and harder the closer you got to your ex.You sat next to patrick and your ex asked patrick why you where there angrily “shes my goodfriend,shes our guest today”patrick said.after a while a gorgeus man sat next to you,everyone greeted him saying “Hey Paul you finally got here”.He greeted them back and looked at you and said “oh hello miss,im paul allen”, “oh hi im Y/n L/n nice to meet you paul!”you said quick,He shouted to everyone on the table “Im serving!”and everyone started shouting,after everyone had 3rounds it was time to go home,you and Paul were totally drunk because you weren’t the best with alcohol,neither was Paul.Patrick said he’d take Paul home and he at least called a cab for you.Next day you came back from grocery shopping,when you were about to open your apartment door you saw Patrick across the hallway with a massive garbage bag “Patrick you had garbage day or something?”you asked “oh yeah,i did”he said.after you got home you took your jacket off and went to the kitchen to unpack your groceries,after a while you got a knock from the door you stood up and went to open the door,it was Patrick he looked you like some predator you were a bit scared what was about to happen, “Y/n,i’m in love with you,your gorgeous,beautiful,stunning you are like a treasure to a pirate”he said gently,you were in a shock after what you just heard “Patrick,i love you too”you smiled at him.he kissed you from happiness witch you never thought he would do because he was Patrick Bateman,obviously.After that you made food(meat soup)”mhmm…. im still suprised that he just confessed to me”you were thinking by yourself

part 2 coming soon

im tired so yall have to wait for a part 2

#patrick bateman #american psycho #patrick bateman x female reader #female reader

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awriterscollective · 2 years

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— stray.

— various + sick!child!reader.

— warnings: mostly angst, death (reader), reader has the plague that wiped out humanity, emetophobia, mention of (coughing up) blood, characters probably arent super accurate.

— a/n: hehe :)

it had been fine at first. you had been fine at first. stepping out of the pod, all you had felt was a gush of lukewarm air. you hadnt felt sickly or unwell as you had when you originally stepped into the pod. for the months following, you had been fine until it gradually came back.

at first, it started off with small coughs, sniffling, and stuffy noses. but then it got worse. the coughs turned into longer, more violent ones as stuffy noses turned into periods of being unable to breathe properly. your head had been burning up and no matter how much they tried to get you to eat, you always either refused to eat or it all came up.

and eventually you lost your appetite completely. you stopped wanting to go out as much, stopped wanting to talk or do the things you loved to do. you looked sad and miserable, with a timer counting down to your inevitable demise. you couldnt do anything to stop it, no matter how badly you wanted to. you were just a kid, you werent a scientist, or a doctor. all you could do was watch as the last months of your life passed before you yourself passed, just like those you had loved a lifetime ago.

momo.

he was the one who had found your cryopod somewhere in his flat. he had taken maybe a day to warm up to you before eventually seeing you like his own small kid, like how doc had seamus as his kid. you seemed fine at first, energetic, happy, and carefree, like most human kids he had heard about. you seemed fine, you even seemed better then fine !!

that was why momo hadnt been quick to catch onto how sick you truly were when it started again, only observing it as a simple cold. he still took care of you, obviously, but it wasnt until your symptoms worsened that he realized it wasnt just a fever. it was far, far worse. as time went on, he tried many remedies; home made medicines, having you eat healthier for a while, giving you plenty of sleep. he even looked through old soft one™ journals and books on human health and the plague.

but the worse your sickness got, the more desperate he became to help you. he started fearing that everytime you slept, you wouldnt wake up again. youve been sleeping more lately. you looked so skinny and fragile, as if any moment your body would give out. it hurt whenever you gave him a big but weak smile to try and seem like you were okay, even if tears bubbled in your eyes or you could barely move. the weak yet violent coughs heard from your bed that rang through the flat caused him anxiety. he tried to keep you from talking as well, your strained, hoarse voice breaking his metaphorical heart even further.

eventually, he got desperate enough to turn to his friend, doc. after a few tries and suggestions from him, doc finally suggested to move your consciousness onto digital ai. this was one thing momo wasnt quite all for. you being a companion¿ how would you even feel¿¿ but his mind was quickly made up seeing as how much more weak you were now, barely capable of leaving your bed.

he knew it scared and confused you, seeing electronic devices and a makeshift companion child in your room. once it was properly explained to you however, you seemed okay with it, even if there was a glint of discomfort in your eyes.

not too long after, however, the day he dreaded more then anything came. he had been getting back from doc's to go over the plan, having left you for some minutes while you slept. but when he got back, he heard violently weak coughing, entangled with your choked out sobs. holding you in his arms was the most painful part yet, holding your tiny frame close to him as he tried to comfort you, hoping it was a coughing fit that would pass.

you looked to be in so much pain as he held you in his arms. it wasnt until he realized you coughed up blood that he held your aching body closer, trying to soothe you. that was until you felt as though you were limp in his metallic arms. if robots could cry, momo would be sobbing.

whispered pleas for you to wake up sounded as if they bounced off of the four walls as he carefully shook your limp frame. this couldnt have happened ! his heart snapped in two when he realized you wouldnt wake up forever more.

zbaltazar.

he met you when he and clem first got to antvillage. you seemed to have been perfectly fine, hanging out with the other child-like companions as if they were human children, listening to the older companions as if they were your parents. the two of you had kicked it off, and eventually, zbaltazar became your parent. he had been immobile, but you still visited every day.

so when you started visiting less frequently, he started to realize something was wrong. it wasnt until you had a coughing fit when sitting with him that he found out you were sick. the early stages of your sickness, he wasnt super worried during, having done some researching on human sicknesses whenever you slept. but as it got worse, so did his worry. especially when he learned it was the same plague that eradicated the humans of the slums.

the other companions he reached out to about this had offered to help, but no one knew the cure, yet everyone did everything in their power to help you nonetheless.

the worse it got, the less frequently you visited him, until one day you stopped moving around the village, simply staying on the higher platform with the immobile companion. a small bed section had been set up for you, and eventually, you stopped moving out of the bed. zbaltazar knew you listened to his stories though. he always saw the way you managed to move around to keep your focus on what he was saying, albeit limitedly.

he got far more worried when you stopped eating, however. you were quickly losing your life, and before he knew it, you barely looked healthy enough to walk. he noticed you beginning to sleep all day, a constant nagging fear forming that you wouldnt wake again after.

so when the day inevitably came, you passed in your sleep. zbaltazar had been peacefully chatting with someone when your coughs started up, waking you from the dreamless sleep just slightly. it only got worse as the coughing continued, turning more violent as you choked down a few sobs, barely able to get yourself up as you laid there. it wasnt long until you felt zbaltazar carefully pulling you into his lap.

he rubbed your back, large screens seemingly keeping an eye on your frail form as he tried to hold you through what he assumed would be a normal coughing fit before you went back to sleep. but as your coughing turned more and more violent, he started worrying, watching you cough up and into your hands, growing weaker and weaker as you leaned into the cold metal of his torso. the coughing only died down when you begun to fall limp. zbaltazar was frozen in place, processing what happened as he carefully held your once struggling form. he'd shed tears if he had tear glands, carefully resting his screen against your forehead, whispering a sad goodbye to your small form.

clementine.

clementine found you lurking around her flat when the two of you first met. apparently, you had also been looking for a place to hide away from the sentinels and peacekeepers. due to this, she just let you stay. you seemed okay, and sooner or later, they found themselves seeing you more and more like her own child, especially after you agreed to join the outsiders. you seemed fine, physically and mentally, even if you were just a small, rambunctious human child.

so when you first started getting sick, clementine got very worried. you couldnt contract a cold from anything or anyone in midtown, right¿ she originally stopped her worry with just saying it was a small cold from how cold it probably was in midtown. she only snapped herself out of this thinking when you got progressively more worse. you had gone from eating twice a day, to once, to not at all unless it was something small.

clementine even allowed you to simply just lay down and sleep whenever you wanted, but rest still didnt help. she went as far as looking through journals and books about people being sick and human health, sacrificing some of her plants to make medicines for you, but nothing seemed to work.

she couldnt take you into town because you were both wanted by the peacemakers, her for obvious reasons, and you perhaps for being a human. whatever it was, she couldnt get you proper help. the early stages, you were fine, still walking around, happily talking to her, or helping her out, even with how bad your cough and fever was. but the worse you got, the less you moved around.

you looked so unhealthy, and miserably happy. she was astounded with how you kept smiling despite having tears in your eyes, and how you continued to try and keep talking with her despite how weak and strained your voice sounded. so when the day came, she had been terribly unprepared.

clementine was on the otherside of the flat, working on her computer. she hadnt fully processed the violent coughing from your room before catching onto a choked sob and cry for help. she was quick to check up on you, feeling her heart shatter upon seeing you. you were sat up on the bed, one hand barely supporting you as your other hand covered your mouth, coughing into it as hot tears rolled down your face. clementine stood in shock for a good two seconds before rushing to your side, trying to reassure you that youd be fine, but she felt her heart shatter even further when seeing the dark liquid staining your hand. it wasnt long before she felt you fall limp against her, your coughing finally dying down to a dead silence. she sat there, processing her emotions as she just stared at your no longer struggling body.

couldnt think of anyone else lol. might do a second part for momo.

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Hi Cowboy Jen, i adore your blog and appreciate your thoughtful answers.

Im a young adult lesbian and recently went through a break up. It was my first love, we were together for a long time and lived together. Although I know it was for the best, and im so much happier and healthier in lots of ways, there is a lot of very bad and weird feelings and i cant stop thinking of her. I cant stop thinking of the potential relationship of what could have been, and what we both deserved from each other. And thinking about how i could now give it to her if 1.) she understood and wasnt so angry and mad and 2.) she tried to heal and change her unhealthy behaviors. I know these r not likely.

I guess what I am looking for is reassurance that this will pass. My life is wonderful but the loss is so profound. i cant imagine going through life with just more losses like this piling up.

I would love some validation that it is okay that i am still thinking of her, its only been a few months but i want time to grieve, while society tells me to move on. I feel guilty and weak for still caring, but at the same time it only feels right to grieve such a significant relationship that took up a big part of your heart and soul.

Again i reaallly appreciate that you give such care on here, like many young lesbians i dont have older women in my life to tell me that they have been through what i have and offer recognition and advice. I hope you have a wonderful week

Something my older lesbians friends have been fabulous about is showing me that things pass, love, hard times, friendships and pain. When something is fresh and feels over whelming, especially when it is the first time or you were completely unprepared to deal with it feels like a weight so heavy you want to crumble under it and you don't see a way out.

I offer you comfort as an older lesbian, that it all passes and life will get better. There is no time limit and it is okay to grieve but it is really important that you take control of that time. Don't let it become such a place of comfort that you let the sadness set the plan for your future.

I can tell you from experience that loss of love, even when you know with every fiber it was time for it to be over, is scary, hard, and makes you rethink every word, action and even your self worth. The “what ifs” can take over in your head and your heart.

It is very important to give yourself and her space and time. Don’t force “let’s be freinds” or even seek further closure or answers. There might not be any answers and there might never be. Closure is something you give yourself. You know in your logical brain it was right and the breakup is a firm end. You can move on and do for you without question.

My first girlfriend and I were together 7 years. I loved her and she loved me but we were not each others end all be all of love. We were a good fit for the time. Young, energetic in sex, activism and even in building a future. The future was just shorter than we could know. When she asked to break up because she had met someone else she wanted to explore time with I was grateful she did not betray me and was honest. After a wave of anger and fear I realized I was not as heart broken as I thought i would, or should be.

We had spend the better part of our 20′s together and had a wonderful time but with the 30′s approaching we both had different goals and we had changed. At first we tried to be friends mostly because we shared dozens of mutual friends. Eventually we gave each other space, not making friends chose but bowing out here and there when the other was present at gatherings. Over the years we healed, and now, we work together and I love her and her friendship is amazing. And I know we are both thankful almost daily we didn’t stay together. Her wife is amazing and my life is wild and fulfilling.

I have stayed in relationships too long, I have had a sort of odd love, FWB, fling, I have loved more deeply and strongly than I ever thought I could just since I hit 50. (I am 54). The ending of each relationship, good, bad, romantic or friendship is the first step into exploring something that could be better, stronger or just different. Life in love is a series of finding out what makes you happy and feel loved. Some people find it in the first, other take some trial and error.

I promise, you will move on from this pain. Gain space and perspective with time as you move forward. It is okay to hurt and miss her and the good things. Just let that become a part of your learning not how you define your future relationship.

Big Elder Lesbian hugs from me. You will be okay.

#love #lesbian #break up

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