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semisolidmind · 2 months

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Drops these thoughts in exchange for absolutely mauling your art.

Saved catnap would be down right horrifying to encounter in the woods-

If your just going for a quick walk, I think he’d just stalk you, ensuring you never get close to Angel’s property.

If you’re there for other reasons……well….CatNap has been debating making a new shire for Angel….(much to everyone else’s dismay and horror…)

And if the person sneaking onto the property has features resembling Angel (hair, eyes, clothing, etc), it gets a little…..off putting to into the barn….

(Also the image of CatNap just licking poor Angel while they’re sleeping beside him is so strong. Even more if he’s doing it to annoy DogDay and rub his scent on angel. Gotta lay your claim to your savior somehow!)

(oh god...catnap barn shrine.... consists of some stolen shirts, a comb, perhaps a throw blanket and some pillows, a picture (with anyone other than y/n scratched out) stolen from the mantle, a spare hairtie or two...anything catnap can get his paws on while the others are distracted or out of the house)

and the idea of catnap occasionally "borrowing" his savior has been on my mind. like, he'll get just close enough to them, quietly from behind, to subtly breath a little red smoke on them. just enough to knock them out. then he'll gently carry them up to his nest in the barns' hayloft. he just wants to hold them, but knows y/n doesn't trust him enough to really let him close.

he spends that time where they're knocked out nuzzling them and purring up a storm. he knows the stupid dog will be breaking down his door to retrieve y/n as soon as he realizes they're gone, so....catnap makes the most of his time with them.

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ive also been imagining a scene where y/n leaves dogday and the girls inside to make dinner, and goes out onto the back porch. it's dark, and they can't really see much beyond where the porch light can reach, but...they know catnap is out there. they can see the barest trace of his lanky silhouette in the trees beyond the barn.

his white pupils glow through the gloom. his heavy stare pins y/n in place.

with no better ideas, y/n sits, legs dangling over the edge of the deck. they maintain eye contact with catnap. after a beat of silence, they make the one noise no cat can resist.

pssp pssp pssp.

catnap is confused, if the perk of his ears and small tilt of his head is anything to go by.

but, he does take a slow step out of the trees, recognizing the sound as a summons. he begins to cross the yard, getting closer, never taking his eyes off of y/n. his slow stalking gait is anxiety inducing, but y/n tries to keep it together. they have a plan.

they want to get catnap more comfortable with them, with the house, to help better integrate him into their little family. perhaps a little TLC will make the stray cat more personable.

he looks ready to run despite his intimidating facade. his long tail flicks from side to side. curious, but cautious. his eyes never leave y/n.

catnap slowly gets closer and closer, eventually coming into the light. y/n always forgets how big he and dogday actually are; that sheer size is less threatening on dogday, who y/n knows won't hurt them. they're not so sure about catnap.

the massive toy looms over them in spite of his cautious, low posture.

y/n slowly raises their hands, palms upturned. an invitation.

catnap's eyes flicker to their hands for a second before returning to their face. y/n can only hope he understands what they're inviting him to do.

the feline slowly, carefully, steps forward. he sets his heavy head into y/n's palms. he begins to purr when they ever so softly begin to scratch his chin and behind his ears.

moving out of y/n's space, catnap backs away. quiet and uneasy, y/n lets him go. they know that the process of "rehabilitating" him will take time and patience. getting him used to them and the others will be a struggle. but for now, they're just happy that they could get him to accept touch at all.

he knows that the small, tentative smile on their face is...proud, perhaps. happy that he's accepted their care. despite his hesitation, he soaks in the feeling of his savior's hands on him. he can't remember the last time he'd felt a gentle touch. catnap leans into the motions, eyelids drooping a little in contentment. his white eyes remain locked on y/n's face, his pupils dilating a bit. they seem more at ease with him like this. he basks in their simple affection for several minutes, his purring the only sound; he's thoroughly enjoying the peaceful moment between the two of them.

however, a crash from inside and the raucous voices of the other toys startle him into alertness. his eyes widen, pupils shrinking back to slits and his ears lay flat against his head. he hears y/n gasp in surprise, pulling their hands back. catnap's a bit disappointed at the loss of their touch, but knows that it's better not to invite the ire of the other toys by lingering too long. the moment has passed, and he can feel y/n's unease growing again.

the large toy stalks off into the darkness. y/n waits until he's safely beyond the trees to stand and open the door. they cast one last look into the night before heading back inside to mediate whatever accident just occurred.

catnap, as standoffish as he appears, treasures the small gesture he's just received. he returns to the woods, pleased and purring to himself; thinking about the scrap of affection he's been granted from the hands of his beloved savior. he'll be sure to seek them out for more.

#the vibe between yn and catnap is so weird #its very much like befriending a stray #but the stray is somehow both standoffish AND obsessed with you??#so it wants your attention so so so badly but isnt willing to get close for very long #poppy playtime #catnap #catnap x reader #technically

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steddie-there · 1 year

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Steve is bitchy. It's a known fact. He's a reformed mean girl and bitch is like a second language to him. Whether it's scathing commentary about Family Video customers almost before they're out the door,

"So apparently it's national hit on someone young enough to be your granddaughter day, who knew we had such a gross holiday?"

snarky conversations with the kids,

"Well, whaddya know, Dustin, would you look at this?" "What? "It's the coke you said wasn't in the fridge! Isn't it amazing how it just magically appeared?" "Oh, shut up, Steve." "I'm just so completely in awe!"

or calling out the people that still give Eddie nasty looks (and doesn't that make Eddie's heart grow three sizes and threaten to pop out of his chest and burrow into Steve's?),

"You know, Carol, if you keep making that face, it might stick like that. But look on the bright side, at least then the outside would be as hideous as the inside!"

Eddie adores all of it. Loves Steve's mile-wide mean streak. Loves how he can use it to tease the people he loves or decimate the latest idiot he's been forced to deal with.

But Eddie's favorite, the best, the most wonderful, absolutely fantastic moments of Steve's bitchiness? Those happen while he's driving. It doesn't matter what exactly has him riled up about another driver, Steve always has something sarcastic on the tip of his tongue to bitch about them with.

"Do you look as stupid as you drive? Dumbass."

"Jeeze, I never knew the white line was for driving on. What an amazing thing you've discovered!"

"Oh, apparently I missed the memo where 35 mph got changed to 55. Eddie, remind me to check the speed limit sign the next time we drive through here. God, what an impatient asshole."

No matter what it is, it always has Eddie stifling his laughter behind his hand. But this last time - they're at a four-way stop and the car turning across from them definitely went before it was their turn and Steve says, "Hmm, seems someone missed the lesson on taking turns in kindergarten," with that little bitchy tilt to his head - Eddie can't help the guffaw that bursts out of his mouth.

Steve looks at him from the corner of his eye. "What are you giggling about?"

"You. You just - you get so bitchy at the other drivers and, I swear to god, man, it's the funniest shit." He laughs again, says fervently, "Christ, I love you, Stevie."

And then he freezes. Realizes what he said. Takes a deep, horrified breath. It's too soon, they only just started dating, he can't say something like that, he's... He backtracks. "Uh... I mean, uh, I love when you - "

And then freezes again when Steve slides his hand off the steering wheel and onto his thigh, fingers curling around the inside. "So, you love me, huh?"

Eddie chances a glance over at Steve. Despite the teasing tone in his voice, there's something soft around his eyes and the edges of his smile. Something almost... hopeful.

Eddie swallows and decides fuck it. "Yeah, yeah I do," he tells Steve quietly.

Steve makes a quiet sound that goes straight to Eddie's heart. When he peeks over again, Steve is looking back and forth between Eddie and the road and his expression is so open and tender and happy that Eddie doesn't regret for a second what he said, even if it is too soon. "I love you, too, Eds," Steve says and Eddie feels his stomach swoop with butterflies. He puts his hand on Steve's, squeezes it, tangles their fingers together, grins bright at this man he loves so very much.

And if, after that, Steve goes out of his way to play up his bitchiness whenever Eddie is in the car and Eddie never stifles his laughter at it again, well, that's between the two of them, isn't it?

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #are steve's bitchy comments while driving entirely based on my own? yes #steve and i are both bitchy drivers #reformed mean girl steve #yes i am incapable of writing anything that doesn't devolve into fluff 😅#also i have been trying to write this since january 27th so i'm not even gonna try to edit it you get what you get #zan fic

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yearningaces · 4 months

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Ok ok enough of humans being scared

I want a monster that's scared, that's the prey in the relationship, that's instincts are so different it makes you realize just how scary you can accidentally be

Reader is described as strong/heavier/ carnivorous/a predator (keep in mind though, this is a human being compared to small rabbit-like creatures so regardless of your stature it applies)

Reader is referred to as 'he' once in passing, beyond that everything is up to interpretation

I want a monster that's intimidated and horrified by humans because humans are a predatorial species, specifically pursuit predators. We just keep going- humans do insane shit for fun or adrenaline, or because it's a dire situation and their brains have hit fight/flight and at that point has dropped any barrier of "can't do that, too much effort would hurt the body" and will lead to humans doing insane feats in crisis mode, even if it damages their body. Once the adrenaline wears off they're gonna feel it but essentially at least for a short time a human is capable of hulking out.

And I want you to imagine with me, say a rabbit monster, small, quick, agile. No excessive strength because they're made to evade which means being light and being fast.

A bunny-boy if you will. Triangled nose that twitches when he smells things, upright ears that when relaxed lean back against his head. Fur patches on random body parts like arms or legs or along the spine from his hair to his hips where the humanoid body morphs into a pair of anthropomorphic rabbit legs. Springy lad.

I'm calling him Nyx

And Nyx adores his human partner so much. You.

He just adores you, you know that post about the rabbit with his gf that's 3x his size? Similar case but this rabbits got a human for a partner.

And whenever he brings you home to his families burrow, you note there are many burrows of different families around here. Almost only burrows. As if it's intentional.

Now, in your eyes you're an average human. Maybe a bit strong when you need to be, but your not the strongest or fastest or smartest. Even if you're very capable you're not the best of the best, and You've told Nyx this whenever he goes on his tangents about being the lucky guy to score such a capable partner.

But you realize just how different you are once he brings you inside and you have to duck down to get into the burrow. When you see the children and the adults alike freeze as if something truly terrifying has entered their home.

You have to soften yourself right now, overly deferring to Nyx in a way you never thought you'd need to just so this family of prey monsters will feel safer. Strange isn't it?

And Nyx -happy as can be- drags you along, not ducking, not concerned, not out of place, brings you to the kitchen to meet his Da and his Ma. His Da is at the stove cooking something a bit clumsily as if there's something he's unfamiliar with as his Ma is setting the table with one spot given the most room. And they both freeze for a moment, noses twitching, taking you in before it's Nyx's Ma that finally takes the plunge and greets you with what you can clearly define as nerves.

No one else seems to notice though, or remark on it.

You'd followed your little Nyx here wondering how his family would threaten you about 'if you ever hurt him' the way human families would, but these creatures seem overly appeasing. Nonconfrontational.

Eventually you ask Nyx's Ma -as she seems to be the one in charge- if she has any questions for you. She takes a breath, looking back to her own partner and mentally decides to ask something. "What sort of human are you?"

It takes you some time to understand her words, but Nyx chimes in before you can. "A loyal one." And the way his gaze flutters up to you, so enamored and adoring, his form leaning into your side where your arm automatically wraps around him. It must be comforting with how he sinks into your hold with a content little sigh. You never did notice how fragile he is until right now when it's so obvious around his families home how out of place you are.

With a tilt of your head, you feel the need to experiment a little. With one hand you grip onto his shoulder, supporting the weight easily and with the other hand you grab onto his hip. And lift up.

He's light- so, so light. Weighing nothing to your heavier body that's built for heavier task than the rabbits swiftness and agility.

Nyx is having the time of his life, delighted at the curious display you've demonstrated, his family has their own shock to get over- as do you. With such care, you set him back down again with the absent minded remark of- "You weigh nothing, hun... I gotta feed you more." Because to you that's what it means, he's not eating enough.

To the families confusion, Nyx clarifies for you. "It's a human thing. They feed others they care about, really big ordeal food is. Share it with loved ones, make it to express care or appreciation, even old phrases like "the way to a humans heart is through their stomach", it's a big deal!" And he's so delighted to explain something you never really thought about too much yourself because it's instinct. Natural. But there's something so sweet about how he describes it and he is right, so you nod your head, holding him close once more as he turns to you. "And I promise I'm eating enough, I'm just made to be a lot lighter than predators like you." His tone is soft and comforting as if intentionally trying to appease your own instincts you've never given much thought of.

With a tilt of your head, you shrug and agree but mentally swear to give him bigger portions in the future regardless.

He leaves to help his Pa in the kitchen, and you're left to entertain a family of rabbit-like monsters. It's surprisingly easy when the youngest are released and immediately ask you to lift them up like how you did Nyx. So you do, one after the other, occasionally giving a little toss where they're caught immediately once more.

They're so weightless and tiny, almost like your stuffed animals when you were little. But they squeal and giggle like they've never been lifted so easily before. As if it's impressive.

You chatter aimlessly with the older rabbitesk creatures, speaking of how you and Nyx met, what sort of accommodations you've worked out to live in a place suited to both you and your much smaller companion, whatever topics come to mind. Though you seem to be the one unintentionally driving the conversations, no matter how socially adverse you feel, or how confident. The floor is yours, practically given to you without any trying to speak over you a single time.

When you sit for supper you note that you'd been given a different plate, the plate that Nyx and his Da had been working on. A clumsily cut, undercooked steak. Not wanting to be rude, and knowing red meat won't hurt if it's not entirely cooked through, you tear into it.

You don't quite notice any of the stares until you hear your little Nyx voice his thoughts.

"See? I told you, eats like a carnivore he does!" His voice beaming with pride. You glance over with a confused expression only to really notice how every other rabbit creature sitting at the table is staring at you with different expressions. That's when it really kicks into your head your plate is the only one with any meat.

You give a sheepish grin and instead eat one of the steamed slices of eggplant that's on your plate.

Strange isn't it? To be human and to be viewed as something dangerous... But I suppose you are, just not in ways you'd notice because it's so normal for you.

Not to them it isn't, not to those monsters that are more prey than predator.

Isn't it just so strange?

#x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x reader #male reader #Nyx the rabbit #letters of yearning #humans are space orcs #nyx the bunnyboy

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dontlookatmytmntcollection · 1 month

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Leonardo (NSFW Alphabet)

Bayverse Leonardo x F!Reader

First of four instalments of my NSFW Alphabet series. Word count: 2500. Some warnings of bondage, overstimulation, breeding and trauma.

Leonardo’s nature is leadership and taking charge, and that would reflect in the bedroom, despite his initial inexperience. Moment’s when he’s willing to let you take the lead or let you treat him are super DELICIOUS- but he prefers to serve and command your pleasure. Very dominant.

Enjoy!

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - Chemical rush hits him particularly hard. He’s a lot more relaxed and often smiles and laughs and asks if you’re okay, even if he was in a grumpy mood previously. Will press kisses everywhere. Learned very fast he hates feeling dirty, so he’s usually up and about very fast. But he also loves the intimacy of cleaning his partner. Fetching you water and getting you into a comfortable resting position, manhandling you over a towl and giving you kisses and nuzzles all comes naturally to him.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs or partner) - He loves your back and neck and collar bones. He could pet and hold and trace them all day.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum) - He isn’t relaxed about it. Will almost always stiffen up and go quiet. He’ll grab something, like the pillows or blankets and squeeze there. He knows he can hurt you. If he makes any noise it’s always on that first exhale when the orgasm releases him. Something choked and sometimes a little loud before he starts to catch his breath and relax.

D - Dirty Secret - When he was young, he came across a shibari magazine. He still has it to this day. He thought he was into hard-core dom stuff, but then when he got an actual partner he would realize how not happy he is when his partner isn’t feeling incredible. Becomes much more of a soft-dom type. Lots of petting and kissing you while he holds you down and takes care of you, type stuff. But yunno, he was suspiciously very good at shibari in the beginning.

E - Experience (How much experience do they have) - He doesn’t know shit and he HATES it. So it take forever for him to actually want to have sex for real. Him not knowing what to do is very vulnerable and frustrating for him, especially when you get hurt. Communicating to him at first is like walking on egg shells. So when his dick is stretching you a little too far too quickly, you making a hurt noise or yelping out 'stop' it horrifies him. You gotta keep him on track and out of his head a lot in the beginning.

F - Favorite Position - Positions are one of those things he loves to experiment and mess around with. Even the crazy goofy looking ones. His superhuman flexibility, strength, and love for physical fitness will do nothing but assist. But if he HAD to pick a favorite; Missionary. But the kind of missionary where he has a thumb in your mouth and his lips against your temple while he holds your legs where he wants them while he grinds hard into you. Loves the power and intimacy there, and it gives him easy access to talk or bite.

G - Goofy (How goofy are they?) - At first, not silly at all. Then even with experience he still appreciates the seriousness and intensity of sex. But Leo actually smiles and laughs a lot during sex. Lots of firm kisses and nuzzles, even if things are getting intense for you. His job is done when you can't stand on your own, have tears all over your face from how good it felt; but you're giggling and hugging him. Loves to flirt and joke with you, in and out sex. Very boyish about it.

H - Hair - Beyond his desire to have things clean, he doesn’t care.

I - Intensity (How are they during the moment) - Outside of the first several times he has sex, he usually has his wits about him, so it is almost always intense for you. Sex becomes an easy outlet to release energy and strong emotions. That means you are the sole receiver of such things, and he likes it that way. Leo doesn't experience emotional sex until later in a relationship, and it will affect him very deeply; so be prepared to handle a very needy, clingy, and tired Leo for at least an hour or so.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) - He hates masturbating. He’s too paranoid and he always feels that he’s doing something wrong. He hates it, but he needs it. He knows it will take the edge of frustration off. So when he does; it is ALWAYS in the shower. He needs privacy and it’s easy to clean and forget about. It’s almost never on his mind until it’s in the middle of the night and he CAN’T. Makes it extra hard to sleep sometimes.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - One time he had you in doggy, and he was getting close. He had huddled all around you and had bit your shoulder when you whispered, “Breed, that pussy Leo. Give it to me, give me a baby-” His brain rewired that day. Knew kink unlocked.

L - Location (Favorite places to do the deed) - He REALLY needs privacy. And familiarity. He struggles to focus on anything other than your safety when you are in a new or public place; and sex is (almost) never on his mind when his family is around. Even if you got hands all over him. If he gets familiar with your apartment, he might venture out into odd spots around there if you live alone. But- he IS kinda into the thought of having outdoorsy sex. He loves the sun. Anddd he loves the water. So If you SOMEHOW convince him to stay in a lakeside cabin, or a super pimped up apartment with a private outdoor pool, with no one around, just saying…perfect anniversary/birthday present for him.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) - Like I said, if you get him some safety and privacy (usually your bedroom or apartment with the door locked) Leo will suddenly want sex with you like- ALL THE TIME.

N - No (Turn OFFs) - Don’t hit him, don’t degrade him, and the instant you say stop or no- he’s done. It’s actually a struggle (especially in the beginning) to get him back in the mood if he actually hurts you. It made teaching ‘what hurts and what doesn’t’ a little rough. He would greatly benefit from the ‘color system’ technique over a safe word. It allows him to check in and get assurance and feed back and much as he needs to- instead of having to wait for your explicit ‘no stop’. Also allows him to remain confident even if you’re ‘struggling away’ or shaking uncontrollably or making really, really sexy overwhelmed noises. Yunno...

O - Oral (Preference in giving/receiving) - Leo gives regularly (constantly). He takes pride in being…really good at it. However he LOVES receiving. He rarely - if ever - asks for a bj. But fuck, it’s one of his favorite things. He loves looking down at you and making eye contact with you while you stare at him and love on him and (struggle) to suck, touch and please him. It blows his mind and he thinks about it constantly. But he’s also aware he gets a little more reactive like this. His noises get a little louder and higher, his eye's roll back a lot, he twitches and shakes a tad bit more than he usually allows himself to. He thinks the loss of control is a little embarrassing. You think it's hot as fuck.

P - Pace (Are they fast/rough or slow/sensual) - This boy LOVES to drag sex out. He’ll slow down or speed up when he sees fit. Especially if it drags out your finish. Or gets you to finish multiple times. He will rarely get physically rough during sex beyond some hair pulling and manhandling. The roughest he gets is when he’s close, when he needs to speed up or grab/bite you. The bruises are always worth it.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies) - His need for privacy and you’re safety make quickies difficult if not outright impossible. Unless it’s his season or ya’ll haven't had privacy in days- yeah, he’s taking you to the bathroom and you’re going to be very quiet for him, you understand?

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc) - Leo doesn’t like to actually be restrained. So beyond public/indecent acts and something that can ACTUALLY prevent him from rising to an emergency situation - he is down to try everything once with you. You sometimes have to beg him to be on the receiving, submissive side of things. But it doesn’t take much effort at all if he’s in a good mood. He will desire at least some research into some topics, but he’s already big on communication, so that would make navigating new things much, much easier.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - All of the turtles have superhuman stamina. With practice, Leo could have sex all day if you allowed it.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?) - Leo was never ever opposed to toys. He’d be awkward about things being placed on him. Doesn’t really use them on himself. But he’d master toys very, very quickly, and would see them as the tools (torture devices) that they are. I also see him (with age and experience) owning his own small collection eventually. Mainly vibrators and rope, and I see him liking glass things. He thinks they are beautiful and easy to clean.

U - Unfair (How much do they tease) - In the realm of PDA, when he’s trying to tease you sexually he actually goes the opposite than physical touch? His teasing comes in the form of super SUPER intense bedroom eyes. All while he’s got some ‘grumpy’ almost prowley body language. It would look like he's kinda irritated, like he’d be in a chair with one hand on his face while bouncing his leg. Then he’d look up at you and you’d just KNOW. Or he’d be walking somewhere on the other side of the room and he’s walking all slow and intense and he's giving you LOOKS to the point where you don’t want to look at him. It’s JUST subtle enough that no one seems to notice, but it’s hot. The type to duck down close enough to whisper, "I need you naked and on the bed as soon as we get home, you hear me?"

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds?) - Okay, if you ask Leo this question, he’s gonna deny he makes noises. He’s one of THOSE guys. Thinks it’s embarrassing. But he’s a liar. He is very noisy. He wasn’t at first, given his background paranoia around sex and masturbation and how ‘unprivate’ his life has been. But during sex, when he’s out of breath he makes growly, frustrated sounds. But on days when you treat him, when you’re riding him or giving him a bj and he’s 'not allowed to touch'- his moans get a little desperate and almost emotional. It’s rare but it’s SUPER hot when he whimpers. He won’t make a peep in the middle of orgasm but depending on it’s strength, his next noise can be pretty loud. Sometimes he bites something or buries his face in you in an effort to avoid letting anything out. While his noises are super sexy, watching Leo try to hide them is also kinda hot too.

W - Wild Card (Random) - He’s always secretly dreamed he could get married. Have a house, a wife and kids- His fantasy of having you married, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen is something that will take him years to admit to you. Sex gets extremely vulnerable and intense for him very very quickly if you two start dirty talking about getting you pregnant. He will need an hour of recovery and closeness after, and if he doesn’t get that (if you two get interrupted or pulled away), anything that prevents him from recharging in your arms- he won’t be okay for a while. Leaves him in a dark mental space.

X - X-Ray (what’s going on in those pants) - I am team cloaca. Leo's still pretty big, proportionate to himself, and that means MASSIVE for you. Despite the extra lubricant and smoothness of his erection, he takes great care to prepare you always for his size, if it even gets to that point. He’s not the type to think penetration is the best part of sex, and is happy to let it go for the sake of earning you and/or him a fantastic orgasm (or several).

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - He can go weeks without having sex, but that does not mean he doesn't want it. The frequency of sex is not as high on the list as a lot of other things, but he craves it daily with you. His drive is very high, and he will pounce on every opportunity you allow. His self control, discipline, and life-long experience SUPPRESSING his sexual drive assist in keeping his yearning under control.

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Leo is huge on clean up, and he’s instinctively a provider so he is quick to hand you water, manhandle you on top of a towel, then curl up for cuddles and kisses and laughs. Sleep (especially deep sleep) is difficult for Leo. But if you provide him with a long, physically exerting session, a strong orgasm, your arms and legs around him and lots of cuddles and kisses, suddenly everything is right with the world, everything is going to be okay, and he always finds the best sleep like this. Always.

#my writing #tmnt bayverse #bayverse #tmnt #leonardo #bayverse leonardo #leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse headcanons

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simpjaes · 21 days

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JAKE... SLEEVELESS... IN THE POOL... pls write something i beg u

wc: 952 warnings: public fingering, ex boyfriend jake, he's kind of a dick [he didn't wanna be seen w u previously] [visual stimulation]

Water vs. wet.

You thought they were the same thing. Really, you didn't think anyone would be able to tell the difference while floating around trying not to ogle your ex boyfriend from too long ago.

It's not even that you want to fuck him, it's just that it's...him. Seeing him brings back the memories of all the wild and sleepless nights, hungover mornings, and messy afternoons.

Sure, he's not exactly a green flag, but in the moment he doesn't look so red either. Not with the way his arms flex when he wades around with that stupid snide smile on his face, stealing glances at you just to see if you're looking at him.

The difference between this water and the difference between being wet is that...well. You're wet in more ways than one. Sure, there's cool droplets running down your shoulders, just like the ones dipping and sliding down the lines of Jake's muscles, but there's also the other wet.

You feel it between your legs. Thicker than water, slipping down your folds in these bikini bottoms in an embarrassing reminder of who it is that does this to you, warmer than the water. If anyone were to walk up behind you and cup their hands over your core, they'd know. But no one would do that.

Except, someone definitely would. You stay in the pool as long as Jake does, wading around and pretending you're not dripping. Anyone else in this water would be horrified, surely, but not Jake. Not you.

It was always fun to be messy, dirty, and unashamed of it. Behind closed doors of course.

By the time night begins to take hold and you're still wading around, across the pool from Jake and being caught in the act of staring far too many times in the past hour and half since you've dipped in, he appears to be fed up with gawking.

Fed up with putting on a show. Fed up with pretending he doesn't miss fucking around with you. The pool lights shine from under him as the sun fades, still enough light from above to give him a warm glow. His hair half dry, the ends of his strands dripping, his muscles protruding and smile glistening and wide. You can't just look away, your mind racing in the realization that he's coming up to you. Like so many times before, when it was normal and expected for him to come up to you. It feels familiar when it shouldn't, thrusting you into the mindset of the smart-girl persona you had during that first year of college. Perhaps you haven't grown as much as you thought you had, especially when he's just as bold as he's always been. He touches you before he says anything, wading around you until his chest is to your back and his arms wrap around your waist as if the two of you never broke up in the first place. "You're not very subtle about it." You can hear his smile against your ear when he says it, dropping his head to prop on your shoulder. "You miss me?" You nod to him, all while breathing out a small "no." The feeling of his arms, bigger than before, making you feel the same comfort and intense need to cling to him. "Always were so bad at communicating too." He chuckles against you, pulling you closer against him and intentionally pressing his hips up, lining his length up with your ass. He's wearing shorts, hell, he's wearing a shirt too, goddamn him. But ah, that. That's still the same delicious size. You remember how hard he'd get himself for you, letting you ride him til he's dizzy and drowsy like he had no power to stop you. He was always bold, but never this confident. You remain silent against him, trying to ignore the people all around the pool and wandering in and out of the house. These things are expected at a senior college party, but still, you and Jake never were too crazy out in the open like this. In fact, you and Jake were never even supposed to be seen as an item at all. "Oh, suddenly you're okay with being seen with me?" You bite back at him, your body still betraying you in the way you hold his arms against you like you used to do in bed when he'd cuddle you. "Mhm." He smiles, walking backwards in the water with you in his grasp, up until his back is against the pool wall. "I was still thinking like a high schooler back then, not sure why I ever broke up with you." Ouch, your heart. You'd managed you get over him months ago, still took far too long though. "And you still stare at me like you could punch me in the face." Jake laughs this time, shaking one arm from your grip to trail down, cupping his hand to the seat of your bikini bottoms. "We always fucked instead, remember?" You can only nod at his boastful reminders. All those times where he'd blow you off in the hallways that first year of college. He needed a new image after all, one that you weren't part of. But goddamn, his hands are the only ones that know how to work you, especially when he's gently slipping a finger under your bikini and sliding only slightly. "Always got so wet too, just like this." He laughs almost as if he's mocking you for being so turned on by him. "You still want me?" You shake your head, ultimately trying to pull from him now, but he slips his finger in quickly, moaning against your ear with a tighter grip. "C'mon," He encourages your deep inhale to release in any sort of sound. "I'm letting everyone see now, aren't I?"

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun smut #ask #anon #hardthots

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luvh4nji · 1 year

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𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 + 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

warnings: afab!reader, crybaby!reader omg, hongjoong refers to reader as "girl", size kink in yunho's, a little overstim with san's, degradation in wooyoung's

seonghwa ; takes it as the biggest compliment. he loves that you feel safe enough with him to be so vulnerable :( he'd get so soft and gentle with you, wiping just under your eyes to keep your tears from falling, asking if you're feeling good, and laughing under his breath when you nod. he's the type that loves that you can let all your emotions out through a healthy outlet when you're with him. basically, he likes that he can literally fuck the stress out of you - makes him feel like he can take care of you <3

hongjoong ; scares him a little at first. he gets worried that he goes too hard on you sometimes, but when you tell him that you just feel really good, he doesn't hold back at all. joong's the type to love having a crybaby partner, he thinks you're just the sweetest thing ever, crying all for him <//3 he's the type to make you hold a pillow or his hand to bite down on so you don't cry too loud, especially if you've already cum for him a few times <3 "my sweet girl, doing so good for me. want you to cum for me one more time, honey, think you can do that? jus' give me one more?" and when you do, he'd shower you with praises as you ride out your high. "such a good girl for me." he'd coo, wiping at your tears.

yunho ; he thinks you look so cute. yunho's just so big and his dick stretches you out so good, you can't help but cling onto him and tear up a little bit :( and when he notices, he just coos at you, pressing little kisses to the angry tear tracks running down your cheeks. "oh, baby, you feelin' good?" and he'd think you're just the cutest thing when you nod along with him, trying to tell him how good he's making you feel through hiccups and moans. "don't worry, honey, i'll take care of you, you just keep lookin' pretty for me, alright?"

yeosang ; might be a little terrified. sangie is just so scared of accidently hurting you that he always tries to be as gentle as possible with you; he worries that he doesn't know is own strength. so when he sees you on top of him, grinding your hips against his, his strong hands on your waist, guiding you, and he sees the red, angry tear tracks start forming down your cheeks, he's horrified. he'd immediately stop, sitting up and planting his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him so he can check in on you and make sure you're okay. and once you give him the okay, he's pulling you down to him, pressing you close to his chest while he rocks his hips up into yours, telling you how pretty you look when you're crying for him.

san ; he likes to make fun of you when you cry for him, especially when you've already cum for him a few times. he thinks you just look so cute when you cry over how good his cock feels rubbing against your aching walls, he can't help but tease you for it. "oh, look at you," he'd start, letting his thumb wipe across your reddened cheek. "goin' stupid on my cock." and he'd just laugh when you whine and pound your fists half-heartedly on his chest. "sorry, babe, can't help myself when you look like this." and he'd press kisses to your cheeks and eyelids <3

mingi ; doesn't mean to make you cry, the thought of wanting to make you cry while he's fucking into you doesn't even really cross his mind. but he's just so big. the way his cock drags against your walls, heavy and hot inside you, it's just too much. and he gets so nervous when he sees the tears running down your face, he immediately stops and brings a hand to wipe away the drops with his thumb. "are you okay, love? did i hurt you?" but when he realizes that you're just a little overwhelmed by how good he feels, he's immediately on board and back to it. he's definitely the type to cry with you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck, biting down on the skin as you both sob with him rutting his aching cock into you <//3

wooyoung ; oh, he's so mean about it. the moment he sees your eyes get all hazy and glassy, he's slowing down the rough pounding of his hips to a languid roll, laughing at the way you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, your hands clawing down his back. "what is it, honey? makin' you feel so good, you're sobbing?" he'd coo, his voice full of faux sweetness. "such a slut, crying over dick." and he'd be so condescending, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you that all you can do is hold onto him and sob into the pillow next to you </3

jongho ; the sweetest boy :( he just wants to take care of you, so when he hears you sniffling 'n hiccupping while bouncing on his dick, he'd have on hand resting on your waist, the other grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look down at him. "too much?" he'd ask, cooing when you nod and rub at your eyes. "c'mon, baby, i've got you." and he'd gently flip you over, keeping a hand behind your head so you don't hit anything.

#ateez #atz #ateez imagines #atz imagines #ateez reactions #atz reactions #ateez smut #atz smut #song mingi #kang yeosang #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #choi san #choi jongho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong

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thebearer · 9 months

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when teddys like two or three months you and carl are in a patch of him not being around and he comes home one day and she gives him no reaction or loves, and someone she sees frequently she is gummy smiling at them

oh this would wreck him. like the freezer scene has nothing on what this would do to him.

so the bear is doing really well. like really, really well, but they've got some competition. this new restaurant is moving closer and a little too close. they already tried to take marcus and syd, and carmen is stressed, falling back into his old ways. he feels like in a way he got himself here bc he had a baby and got lazy in a way- distracted, is more like it. as awful as that sounds, that's how he felt.

teddy's about six months and carmen's been at work non-stop. comes home late, if you go to the restaurant he barely has time for you, he's tightly wound and hateful- loses his temper quickly. richie tried to talk to him, tina, too; and he told them the same thing- to mind their own business.

you miss carmen, you do. but when you tell him that, he tells you he's here now- now being when he's practically collapsed in bed beside you.

it's the roughest patch the two of you had ever been through, and carmen doesn't even seem to realize it. until one day. the other restaurant got moved to the other side of the city- something about the building being mysteriously shut down for shoddy wiring (uncle jimmy had nothing to do with it!!)

carmen's feeling good. feeling like he can breathe again.

comes home early and you're surprised. he's happy and excited, but when he goes to teddy, she cries.

that tiny baby cry for you, just a little whine of sorts that she does when a stranger tries to hold her.

a stranger.

"teddy," carmen coos, trying again. "it's daddy, teddy bear."

teddy just turns into your shirt, whimpering and clinging to you. you watch carmen's heart break- the fall of his face, eyes widening into horrified realization.

"i think she's cranky, carm. it's her nap time-"

"she doesn't even know who i am." carmen's tone is hard- hurt.

"no, she's just a little sleepy, carmen. look, teddy, look," you coo, bouncing her lightly to coax her out of your chest. "look, baby, it's daddy."

teddy seemed to recognize the word, eyes lighting but she didn't relate carmen to that. blinking and looking around like she was looking for her dad. carmen's face crumbled, running his hands over his face to keep himself from sobbing in front of you.

you didn't know what to do, how to make it better. "i'm going to smoke." carmen rasped, voice tight with emotion, snatching his cigarettes off the table and going outside.

he called the only person he knew to. richie. breaking down, raw and emotional, begging him for any sort of advice on how to make it better.

"cousin, she's a baby. you got time to fix this. she won't even remember this-"

"-she doesn't even remember me." carmen sniffed hard, knee bouncing as his chest bubbled over with that familiar painful panic. "my own kid doesn't know who the fuck i am. what the fuck richie? what's fuckin' wrong with me. all i ever do is fuck everything up-"

"-hey, cousin, i'm stoppin' you right there, ok? let me be honest with you. this ain't about you, ok?" richie huffed. it was mean and cutting but it was true. "this isn't the time to be feelin' all sorry for yourself and shit, ok? you left your wife alone with that baby and you've been a real jagoff- like i said."

carmen hated it, hated that he was right, hated how he felt.

richie continued. "instead of sittin' in there like an asshole, why don't you go inside, take a few fuckin' days off, and get your shit together."

"cosuin, i-i can't do that-"

"- holy fuck, carmen. ok, let's try it again, alright? go inside. quit being a self loathing jagoff piece of shit, and take a few days off to be with your wife and kid, ok? i got the place for a few days." richie snapped.

"richie, we're booked for the next-"

"-look, do you trust me or not?" richie snapped.

"yeah, yeah, i trust you, c'mon." carmen muttered.

"then i got it, alright? if i need you, i'll call you, but for right now- your family needs you. if this was tiff or eva, i wouldn't even think twice about it. go be with your family, and fix this shit, you dumbass." richie huffed.

carmen took richie's advice. finding you in the bedroom, folding teddy's teeny tiny baby clothes. it made carmen sob. heavy heaving cries and mumbled apologies while he clung to you.

the next four days, carmen wouldn't leave the house. wouldn't leave your side or teddy's. he'd gotten her hesitantly out of the crib, eyes red rimmed when he cooed at her and changed her. she didn't cry this time, even giving him a tiny gummy smile that had him emotional all over again.

#thebearer #carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #dad!carmen berzatto #dorothea “teddy” berzatto #dilf!carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #bearblahs #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto angst

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infamous-if · 9 months

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RO reaction to MC just bombing on stage? Just having a bad day and singing/performing terribly? But sitcom level terrible. How would they break the news? Would they tell them?

This is so funny omg

The song ends and you do a quick bow, trying to catch your breath. That was good, right? You glance back at your band members, who are all weirdly looking away. When Rowan catches your gaze, he quickly turns his head, suddenly interested elsewhere. You shrug. Meh. It was good to me.

You and your bandmates get off the stage and you beam when you see [RO]. "So? What'd you think?"

Seven (no hatred): Seven makes a face that's a cross between a grimace and a flinch. They put their hands on your arms, rubbing it affectionately. Oddly enough, it feels like Sev's trying to make you feel better about something. "You know I always think you're great." You can't help but pick up on the emphasis on the 'I.'

"So it was good?"

They narrow their eyes comically small and nod slowly. "Ye...aa...h?Yeha.....aeah...." As if giving up on the pretense, they shake their head. "No. It wasn't. Do you have a stomach ache perhaps? Heart burn?"

"What? No. Why, that bad?"

A shrug. "If I suck, I'd like to tell myself it's for a reason so I can feel better."

"If?" you say.

Seven grins. "Hasn't happened yet."

Seven (during-hatred): "That was fucking embarrassing."

G: G beams and puts two palms on your shoulders. "I really appreciate your dedication to the bit."

You tilt your head, confused. "What?"

G's brows furrow, and then they drop their hands. Then they realize something and huff out a laugh. "Wait. That wasn't a joke?"

Panic rises within you. "No?"

G's cheeks balloon--as if they're trying not to laugh--before the effort fails and they double over. "Oh my god. Seriously?"

"G?! Are you laughing at me?"

They can't stop their laughter and they put a hand on their cheek, awed and amused all at once. "That was terrible. I thought you were kidding! Holy shit, I need a copy of that performance for posterity."

Victoria: "Um." Victoria averts her gaze, looking a bit awkward. "I'm going to tell you because I care about you: it was kind of horrible."

"Kind of?"

A flinch. "Very BUT." She puts her hand on your cheek. "This is just one performance. You'll do great tomorrow! Maybe you were just stressed..."

"I thought it was great..." you mumble.

She makes a face, dropping her maternal act a moment. "Seriously?--Oh." She shakes her head. "Sorry."

Sebastian: Sebastian stares at you blankly, though he looks a bit guilty. "I don't have enough experience to have an opinion."

You shove him playfully. "Just tell me."

Sebastian's throat bobs and he says: "It didn't sound great but I don't know enough to feel confident in that claim."

You frown, feeling both hurt and confused. "Why do you sound like you're in a job interview?"

"You know, I think this conversation would be more beneficial to your progress with someone else..."

August: August tilts their head. "Are you asking seriously or is this supposed to be a joke?"

"What?" "Oh. So serious then." They thin their lips, teetering on the heels of their shoes as they think. "It was bad."

"What?"

"Yeah. Terrible, actually." August smiles. "But that's okay. We all have bad days, don't we?"

"The thing is, I thought I did great..."

Their smile drops. "Oh..?"

Orion: Orion doesn't look up from his phone and you frown, tapping him. "Hello?"

He meets your gaze and waves his phone. "Sorry, I was just on Indeed looking for another job." "What? Wait, the performance was bad?"

He looks momentarily horrified, and then helpless, and then disappointed. "The fact that you can't even tell worries me greatly."

You frown. "I thought it was good."

He shakes his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose in resignation. "This is my fault. I've been coddling you too much."

"You think what you do is coddling?!"

#inbox #infamous cast #scenario asks #I forgot how fun these were

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You just know he'll make you call him your God. Maaaybe makes you kneel at his feet, too 😏 to worship him

Oh, he will. 🔥

God and His Angel

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: God takes an angel for himself. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Implied s/mut, implied o/ral, d/ubcon if you squint, minor character d/eath, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?), inappropriate use of voltage A/N: Yes, I will take less than two minutes of a character and do something with it. 😂 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

"You're making this harder than it needs to be, angel."

"Don't call me that," you said through your teeth.

You didn't have a chance to register the small tut as he twisted his voltage ring, but the jolt between your legs was enough to force you to your knees. If he wanted to, he could knock you out with enough energy. You had half expected him to put the connecting metal disc on your neck, but the bastard had much more fun snaking a hand down the front of your pants to put in a much more intimate spot.

And right now, he wanted to play.

You weren't sure if the sound you let out was one of pain or pleasure as you felt another jolt, but he smirked at you just the same as he gripped your chin and forced your gaze on him. Warmth lingered in his touch and stare, a contrast to the cold look he gave before he shot your partner. The bounty was for him, after all, not for you.

He was business and you were pleasure.

"Why wouldn't I call you that? I'm your God and you're my new angel."

The terrifying thing about the bounty hunter was that he didn't raise his voice when he spoke to you. He didn't have to. To him, his word was law.

Like an actual god.

"Bet you're wet for me," he said in a low voice. You didn't deny it. "Should I check?"

"No."

He shrugged with one shoulder. "I'll feel just how wet you are when you take my cock."

"You think I'll do that? And what else am I supposed to do exactly?" you asked, keeping your breathing steady as you lightly trembled. "Worship you?"

"It's a start," he said, releasing you to reach for his belt. "Worship me, call me God, and you'll always be in my care."

He can't be fucking serious.

"Always in your care, huh? What about my partner?" you snapped, nodding to the dead body.

He gripped your chin again, the ring lightly digging into your skin. "My work is perfect and my ways are just," he stated as a matter of fact. You almost laughed at the audacity of his statement when you realized he believed his own words, which made him that much more horrifying. "So I'm justified in keeping you for myself."

Triumph glittered in his blue eyes because he already knew he won. It was his world. You were just a pawn in it.

Or maybe you could be an angel.

"You may need to convince me," you said.

"It won't take much, especially after I fuck you. And you'll call me 'God' when I give it to you."

Cocky bastard.

"Am I still an angel if you fuck me?" you asked, your heart racing when he smiled.

"You'll be mine and that's all that matters. Your world will start and end with me, but don't worry. You'll get yours after I get mine," he promised as he unzipped his pants. "Now open up for me."

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter x female reader #god the bounty hunter x you #god the bounty hunter x y/n #god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter fanfiction #god the bounty hunter imagine #ghosted spoilers #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #god and his angel

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Yandere Adam X Seer/Psychic Reader

I will more than likely edit this bc I'm supppper tired rn while writing this. Also oops super long

MIGHT Make a Demon or Angel version bc uhhh yes?

Thisss will obvs have a little misogyny in it. It’s Adam. Also this has SPOILERS so don’t read if you haven’t finished the show pookies QwQ

This also has some semi-offensive words so as always, if you can't handle it don't read it.

Yandere Adam X Seer/Psychic GN Reader

You were a friend of Charlie and Vaggie’s. You don’t know how exactly you got to hell as a human, but the two women were more than happy to take you in. They protected you from a lot. You’re incredibly sweet, friendly, and shy so you were an easy target for the residents of hell.

When Charlie and Vaggie decided to go to heaven to make an appeal to the court you went along. You thought maybe the Seraphim could help you out and get you home to your universe.

For your privacy, you wore a hood to hide your humanity. Everyone believed you were a demon.

When Emily was showing the three of you around Heaven you accidentally bumped into Adam. The others didn’t notice you left behind. You saw a flash of visions- Exterminators were destroying sinners left and right, and Adam was above them all, laughing. Then you saw something else- Adam’s death. He was beaten by Lucifer and then finished off by Nifty, a small resident of the Hazbin Hotel.

You fell to your knees to take a breath after seeing such a vivid vision. You didn’t notice Lute’s confused face or Adam’s confused anger. Adam couldn’t comprehend what he saw for a moment, but the pieces slowly clicked- he was dying. What was this? Was this a stupid demon trick to throw him off of his plans?

Adam grabbed you by your arm, bringing you right next to his face. “The fuck was that?”

You were frozen- what did he mean?

“I’m fucking talking to you, bitch!” Adam snarled. He threw you against the wall, and Lute was horrified at the stares they were getting. She quickly whispered something you couldn’t hear to Adam. Adam looked around and growled in irritation before looking at you. “I’m not finished with you.” Adam and Lute then flew off.

“There you are!” Charlie grabbed your arm. “Isn’t this place just great?” She paused as she saw the tears in your eyes. You hadn’t even realized you started crying. “What’s wrong?”

“N…nothing, Charlie. I’m okay.” You smiled. “Just overwhelmed by Heaven.” You weren’t sure why you had lied. You were normally so honest all the time.

Hours passed and you were in your temporary room the Angels gave you. It was down the hall from where Charlie and Vaggie were staying.

You were reading when you heard someone barge in. You whipped around to see Adam with a cool glare on his face. Lute was standing behind him. She clearly didn’t understand what was happening, but she was loyal to Adam. Whatever he did, she’d support it.

“What do you want?” Your words trembled as you spoke them. You stood from the bed quickly.

Adam stalked over to you and got so close to you that his breath hit your face. “I want to know what the fuck you did to me.”

“I…what are you talking about?”

Adam punched the wall next to your head. A hole was left in the wall. “Don’t fuck with me! I could kill your pathetic demon ass!” He was getting more angry and it showed. He hated that he couldn’t see your face under your hood.

“I told you, I don’t know!” A small sniffle came from you. Adam growled and ripped your hood down. He and Lute were shocked. A human? In Heaven?

“The fuck? What kind of bullshit are you pulling?” He pulled on your cheeks to see if it was a disguise. Eventually, after about thirty seconds of pinching and pulling on your skin he realized you WERE a human. Adam was conflicted- he hated sinners, yes, but not necessarily humans. “Why the fuck were you in hell in the first place?”

“I-I don’t know.” You fought the tears building. “I..there was a portal thing. It sucked me in and I landed in Charlie’s hotel.”

Adam frowned. He, in his long time being an Angel, had never heard of something like this happening. “Look, just tell me what you did to me.” Adam insisted.

“I…I really don’t understand what you mean.”

“When you bumped into me earlier - fuck you by the way- I saw myself. I was… dying. To a fucking demon.”

You paused. He couldn’t have seen it…could he? Maybe it was because he was an Angel… you didn’t understand. “I think… you saw my vision.”

“Your what?” Lute chimed in, irritated she didn’t understand anything.

Charlie told you to keep it a secret…but they were angels. You could trust them, right? They couldn’t be bad. So you naively explained everything- when you touch someone or something, you can (not always) get visions of important things that happened with it. While you explained Adam had to hide his shit eating grin threatening to grow on his face.

You were perfect- you could help him destroy those demon bastards permanently. Now…he just had to find a way to keep you here.

Adam pretended to be your friend. He told you about how nice it is in Heaven. It was much safer up here than in Hell. “You’d fit right in, doll- you’re super cute.” He teased you. You had no clue that he was manipulating you. You normally didn’t get compliments like that so it made your cheeks flush a deep color.

Later on during the trial Adam had one of his Exterminators keep you busy. That didn’t work forever though, and eventually you got to the court. Adam and Lute were saying cruel things about Angel Dust, Charlie, and Vaggie. You watched, unsure of what to do. Adam hadn’t noticed you when he pushed your friends back into hell. You ran to the portal to join them when Lute stopped you. Her Exterminator mask had a cruel grin on it.

“What is the meaning of this, Adam?” Sera asked. She was more curious than angry.

“This one here… is a human.” Adam ripped off your hood. A collective of shocked gasps rang out through the room. Everyone wondered how you got to heaven. “They came up from Hell with those demon bitches. We can’t just let her go back to hell- she doesn’t belong there.” Adam grinned viciously.

“What? You can’t decide that for me!” You try to get out of Lute’s hold. Emily went to defend you but Sera interjected first.

“We cannot make them stay here if they want to go, Adam.” The other Angels in the chamber muttered in various degrees of opinions.

“They’ll get fucking stabbed down there or some shit. Humans don’t belong in hell, and this human is probably so confused for the mix up it’ll go batshit if we don’t help them out. It’s the right thing to do.” Adam grinned. You could almost see the slime coming from his words.

“Look, just send me back to my friends!” You struggled frantically. You did seem confused and upset to the other Angels, so they were inclined to agree with Adam.

After Adam so graciously offered to look after you, Sera hesitantly agreed. After all, Adam was the first human- he would know what one needs.

You were locked away in Adam’s penthouse, constantly guarded by at least one Exterminator.

Adam forced you to give him information in exchange for your friend’s lives. If you disobeyed, well, he could send an Exterminator early to kill one of your little hotel friends.

“Now, be a good little human and tell me all about this Carmilla whore. Otherwise, I’m thinking that crackwhore would be a good first kill this year.”

You gave him everything he wanted to know, having no clue that the hotel and all of your friends were already long dead. You’d helped Adam evade death, and he wouldn’t waste it.

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auteurdelabre · 5 months

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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR (SERIES) Part 15

Word Count: 1.6

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions)

Warnings: fighting, violence. Wanna read the rest? Pinned post on my account has my masterlist!

AUTHORS NOTES: Comments and reblogs make me really happy. Thanks y'all for reading so far!

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You, Tommy and Maria stand in the play area, looking out at the groups of children. Maria has followed you out here, seeing your splotchy face. She pulls you to the side, asking Tommy to watch the kids while you chat.

"You didn't tell me," Maria says lowly, her arms crossed.

"Tried to when you were here last time," you say swallowing. "Chickened out I guess."

"Kinda says something don't you think?"

"Yeah, that I didn't want my best friend saying shitty stuff about the guy I was getting married to,” you say, dropping your voice when a random child in the ball pit gives you a worried look. “You know how happy I was for you when you got engaged to Tommy?"

"Tommy is a fucking dream, he treats me amazing," Maria insists in a hush.

"The thing is Maria I was happy because you were happy," you explain. "I don't see why you couldn't be that for me."

Maria's mouth opens and closes, not ready for that.

"Paul isn't perfect," you relent. "But neither am I."

"I can't stop you from marrying Paul," Maria says after a moment, her eyes troubled. "And if you do, I will support you and love you. But we’ve been friends a lot time. You’re the person that I can be real with and ever since you got back things have been weird with you, and I get that, I really do. But I feel like you're rushing into things with Paul."

"I just want to be happy."

"But you're not you with him," Maria says softly. "I don't know who this person is, this meek woman who goes along with all his shit."

"Maybe this is me," you say in a defeated voice. "Maybe this was really me the whole time."

“I really hope that isn’t true,” Maria says.

And then she’s gone, rushing from you back into the restaurant and into the toilets. You know that she’s just waiting you out. Waiting until you leave so she doesn’t say something ugly here at her future niece’s party.

Tommy is quiet, his eyes troubled. He keeps darting looks from you to the kids and then back again.

“If you want to say something then say it,” you grind out, summarily furious with so many people at once that you can only breathe hot anger at everyone in your proximity.

Tommy turns facing you, about to speak when he pauses, his gaze dragging over your shoulder and through the window into the restaurant. His brows furrow.

And then it’s like you’re supposed to see it. A flash of movement catches your eye and you watch as Joel’s strong arm twists and his fist connects with Paul’s jaw. It’s like it all happens in slow motion because you can see every detail. The clench of Joel’s teeth, the fury in his dark eyes, the way his shoulder ripples under his shirt as his fist finds purchase.

And then life resumes its normal pace and Paul is on the ground.

“Watch Sarah,” you tell Tommy with wide eyes. “Don’t let her come inside for a sec.”

Paul is on the ground, his split lip bleeding heavily. Tess is standing with her hand balanced on a nearby table for balance. Her face is white and her eyes are owlish in her face.

"What the fuck - Paul are you okay?"

Joel’s eyes dart over to see you rushing in from the play area, your face horrified. He glances back down at Paul and realizes with a heavy heart that there is an understanding in Paul's eyes. A dark, ugly understanding because his lips curl into a knowing sneer, even as he wipes the blood from his mouth

"I'm fine, baby," Paul croons, his eyes still on Joel.

Joel wants to shrivel up and die at the look you’re giving him now. A mixture of horror and disgust crossing your normally gentle, soft features. You drop to your knees, your hand going to his mouth before you twist around to glare up at him

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?”

Joel is so thankful Sarah is in the playroom with Tommy and Jessie. Having the horrified looks of you and Tess is enough for him to wish the ground would swallow him up whole. The back of his neck feels like it’s on fire.

"Think we should go,” Paul says, affecting a wince as you help him to a stand.

"I agree," you say in a huff.

Joel takes a step towards you instinctively, but you shoot daggers at him.

"Stay away from me," you hiss.

Joel can only watch in misery as Paul's hand slides down to cup your ass as you walk away. His eyes are so pained, his entire body cold with despair. When Tess comes up to him, her hand going to his cheek he pulls back sharply.

“Stop.”

“She’s gone, Joel.”

And there is a curl of victory in her mouth that he can’t see, but feel. She tries to hide it under concern and sadness. It makes him bristle, the way she can affect false emotions so easily. He scans her face and decides it’s now. No waiting.

“It’s over Tess,” Joel says flatly. “It’s been over for a while now and I think you know it. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”

“Joel.”

“You did nothing wrong,” Joel assures her, not wanting to hurt her. “I just. . . I was never in all the way. Its my fault, Tess it is. Please don’t think it’s you.”

“You’re not serious,” Tess says, her hands stemming on her hips.

Maria has come back from the bathroom to find you and Paul gone and Tess and Joel at the start of what looks like a showdown. She considers leaving to give them privacy before she settles into a nearby chair, watching as she pretends to look through the photos in her camera.

“I am,” Joel says dimly. “I can’t be with you. Not when I’m. . . ”

He can’t finish it. Can’t say the words aloud because it already hurts to think them knowing now you’ll never be his. He looks wounded, his eyes trailing to the door that you exited through minutes before.

“You’re kidding,” Tess says, her head shaking. “For fucks’ sake, she’s engaged Joel. And honestly now I’m glad I said what I did to her. I knew that this would end up bad for Sarah and for-“

Joel’s eyes aren’t wounded anymore. They’ve gone sharp and they slice through the air to land on Tess’ features.

“What?” Joel’s voice is quiet. Dangerous.

Tess doesn’t realize the danger though. She stands there confidently digging away at him, ignoring Tommy who has seen the tension and comes into the restaurant looking concerned. Maria waves him over to her, silently telling him to shut up with a finger over his mouth as he takes a seat next to her.

“What did you say to her exactly?” Joel is demanding of Tess.

“I told her to back off a bit,” Tess says crossly. “Give me some time to bond with Sarah. I knew she wasn’t going to stick around and-“

Maria nearly leaps off her chair, held back by Tommy.

Joel recalls the way you’d backed off moments earlier, silently urging Tess to take your place with Sarah and a bitter fury that he can almost taste goes through him. His hands are in fists, his spine straightening as he towers over Tess.

“You told that sweet woman to stay away from my daughter?” Joel says in a voice so deep Tess visibly twitches. “You took a person my daughter loves and tried to isolate them from each other? You thought that was a good thing? A kind thing to do to Sarah?”

Joel doesn’t notice Maria behind held back by Tommy until her voice rings out from behind Tess, startling her.

“How dare you do that?” Maria shouts, angry tears starting in her eyes as her fiancé holds her arms, stopping her from swinging at the taller woman. “You selfish fucking bitch!”

“Maria,” Tommy warns because people are starting to look over from their Big Macs and Cokes. Tess looks chagrined at the unwanted attention, coming to step closer to Joel. She lowers her voice, her eyes on his.

“I love Sarah, Joel.”

“No.” Joel shakes his head. He points in the direction that you left, all but shouting your name in her face. “Her. She loves Sarah. She would do anything for Sarah, even listen to you because she thinks that’s what’s Sarah needs. Because that’s love. But she doesn’t realize that Sarah doesn’t need you. All Sarah needs is her and me.”

Tommy feels Maria jerk back at this, her eyes wide at Joel’s words. He peers into Maria’s face to see tear running down her cheeks but she’s smiling. He holds her, folding her against him.

Joel knows he’s shouting and feels too angry to care, but he also knows that he doesn’t want to start a scene. He gives Tess a disgusted look, shaking his head. He just wants her out of his sight, out of his life.

“Get the fuck outta here, Tess.”

He wants the entire world to fuck off so he can just go lie down and mourn the fact that you’re growing further and further from him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said get the fuck out of here,” Joel says, emphasizing each syllable with crisp and aggressive tilts. “And don’t you dare talk to Sarah. Just get your kid and your shit and go.”

Tommy and Maria are standing there awkwardly watching this interaction. Maria is looking at Joel like he’s something out a Marvel comic whereas Tommy just looks horrified at the way Tess isn’t backing down.

“Joel,” Tess says, swallowing nervously. “C’mon now, we can work on this, it’s-“

“Don’t make me say shit I’m gonna regret Tess,” Joel warns. “Please. I’m not in the mood. Just fucking go. We’re done.”

He turns, busying himself with packing the rest of Sarah’s gifts into the bag he brought. He can’t stop thinking about you and that look on your face. But apparently Tess isn’t going down without a fight before she grips Joel by the shoulder, forcing his attention to her. He shrugs her off, appraising her coolly.

“So what, you’re gonna run off after a practically married woman Joel?” Tess defends. “Or are you gonna do what you did with Michelle and pine for a few years and then just pretend she didn’t exist?”

Tommy jerks forward and now it’s Maria holding him back. “You watch your fucking mouth.”

“She didn’t pick you,” Tess jeers at Joel, ignoring the couple behind her. “She picked Paul. I’m still here and –“

“And you aren’t her,” Joel jabs back, his voice like a thunderstorm. Tess is halfway through her rant when Joel’s words settle in her mind and she stops with her light eyes widening.

“You aren’t her,” Joel repeats icily. “You never were. You never can be. So just fuck off and don’t contact me or my kid again.”

It’s an ugly thing to say, and he realizes this the minute the words leave his mouth. He wants to feel bad but he’s so fucking angry at Tess for saying what she did. So furious that anyone would want to sever that connection for their own advantage.

Maria and Tommy are standing glaring at Tess and now Sarah has rushed in from the play area, flushed and happy looking, oblivious to what’s happened. She scans the room for you, calling your name before glancing up at Joel.

“Where is she daddy?” she asks.

Tess lets out a scoffing sound of disgust before gathering her purse over her arm.

Maria urges Sarah away with the suggestion of taking some photos outside in the sunshine with the digital camera. Sarah so is over the moon with this idea she doesn’t even notice when Tess retrieves Daniel from the play area and exits rapidly, her heels clicking angrily as she goes.

Tommy approaches his brother, realizing now is as good a time as any. His brother is high strung, each muscle tense.

"I've tried to stay outta things Joel," Tommy says, his head tilted to the ground. He's always felt inferior to his older brother and giving Joel advice feels foreign. "You always looked out for me so I wanna look out for you. She loves you, man. And she's gonna marry that fucking musician if you don't get your head outta your ass and just tell her."

Joel steps back from the table to look at Tommy. He does so without malice, but also without emotion left in his dark eyes.

"She doesn’t love me, Tommy,” Joel says without energy in his voice. “Don’t know that she ever did.”

“But you love her.”

“Yep.”

“Have for a long time.”

“Yep.”

“So fight for her, then.”

Joel slants an exasperated look at his brother. The brother who always fought, the one who Joel continually had to bail out of jail. Fighting isn’t what Joel does. When he does, things like punching Paul happen. Things that drive the people he loves away.

“It’s not really love if you have to force it,” Joel finally answers. “She made her choice and I want her to be happy. And after today Tommy, I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

Tommy stares at his brother for a moment, taking in the hollowness of the eyes, the defeated slump to his shoulder. He realizes that Tess for all her horrible comments hit the nail on the head. Already Joel is shutting things out, thinking of how to erase you from his life. If he doesn’t talk about you, it’s a good start.

“Why don’t you fight for things anymore?” Tommy asks, devastated to see this shell of his brother. “You used to-“

“Because I don’t deserve them,” Joel tells his brother flatly, stopping all further conversation. “Now please, let’s just go home.”

///

You're vibrating with anger right now.

What the fuck just happened? Why would Joel punch Paul? Thank Christ Sarah had been distracted in the play area.

You glance over at your fiancé, feeling a wave of guilt go through you. Paul’s sitting next to you in the car, driving but one hand is on yours. His jaw is swollen and you wonder if something is broken.

"He just punched you out of nowhere?" you ask for the third time since you started driving home. You're so shocked by this development that you’re having trouble processing. One minute you’re looking at photos and realizing that maybe there is something there with Joel and the next second the man is slugging Paul for no reason.

"I told you, I just thanked him for letting you spend time with Sarah," Paul shrugs. "Maybe he didn't like that I was there at the party?"

Or that you're engaged.

"I should call him," you consider pulling out your phone and screaming at Joel right now. You're so fucking angry at him. How is this friendship? How can you be in each other's lives if he does shit like this?

"Baby, no," Paul insists. "Look, I'm fine. Guy was just having a hard day."

You feel a wave of affection go through you at Paul's words. So understanding even after being punched in the face for no reason.

"It's no excuse."

Paul shrugs the picture of unbothered and for a moment you feel like you can relax. "But I don't know how comfortable I am with you babysitting for him."

Your brows crumple. "What?"

"I just, I don't really feel comfortable with you being around him. Now that I know he's violent."

"Joel isn't-" you start, pausing only when Paul slants you a meaningful look, motioning to his swollen jaw.

You look at all of this and you think of Tess words and the way Joel kissed you and it all bundles together to spell it out in bright neon letters: you and Joel need to stay away from each other.

"Okay."

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willowser · 8 months

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sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

#not me actually crying while writing this lmaooo #deku is ✨ delulu ✨ enough for the both of us kahfkaha #no bc the thing is that he comes back and it's the age old question of. what have we done.#but at what *cost*#in my anime world logic for this deku does something something with all for one to bring him back — along with other unspecified stuff — an #bakugou comes back with deku's memories of the last two years 👀#and he can FEEL how miserable deku was without him 🥺 how bad deku felt for YOU 🥺#how weirdly close the two of you got 🤔#does he come back wrong ????? or does bringing him back make YOU wrong ??? 🥺#okay bye for real for real we've been driving all day bye bye #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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marilynthornhilllover · 9 months

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When you call my name. Do you think i'll come running? {Part 1}

+watch my heart burn

Summary: lady dimitrescu kills your friends but you managed to get away unnoticed, what happens when you go to work for her to get revenge on behalf of your mother? Will fate stand on your side?or will you let feelings get inside?

Lady dimitrescu x maid fem reader

Warning: insomnia, grief,anxiety, fear, slow burn, blood, cut wound, clumsy, slight depression, heartbreak,confusion,bullying, fluff.

A/n: I'm sorry if this is a bit long i just got this idea when i woke up and had to do it😌the song choice fits the fic well, recomend listening👍. Hope you all enjoy my darlings🤗💞

Part 2

You slammed your door as you sat with your knees against your chest hyperventilating. How could she do this to you. She knew what lady dimitrescu did and is capable of and yet she wishes to send you off to work for her just to get money and revenge. How heartless could your mother possibly be. You sobed as flashbacks of the night swept through your mind.

It was your friend avas birthday and you decided to go on a hunt in the woods for fun. See the nature, the beautiful things there and near. You, ava and your other 2 friends. And that's when the beast did her killings. Her long claws brutally killed ava and your friends but you got away without being seen. You were horrified, terrified.

You hated yourself after that. It was your stupid idea to go hunting. You could have went to other places for her birthday, but no you wanted to be adventurous. You got her killed, on her birthday too. ava was a good friend to you. She'll never be forgotten. When you got home you couldn't breath, you kept seeing their bodies.

Years passed and you got over it. You got therapy and you were good now. But when ever you remembered the pure lost souls that died that night, it broke your heart. But it wasn't your fault, no, never , it's not your fault that monster killed your friends, that's on her.

It was the morning of your departure and you were mid.

"You be safe now my love, my dear daughter y/n, be brave my love and remember our plans" your mother whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

You turned to the attendant. And softly smiled.

You got into the carriage and waved your mother goodbye. It was a long way from the village to the dimitrescu castle. Fear filled your body as you realized who's territory you were approaching. Who's house you'll be in. Who's rules you'll be following.

You breathe out a shaky breath as the lady turned around to announce your arrival. You nodded shyly, flashed her a soft smile and exited the carriage.

You were immediately met with lady dimitrescu's cold golden eyes. They show no love, no mercy no compassion. But there was a hint of something in them. Sadness? Pain? Tiredness? You didn't know but there was something under all that cover, over all thoses walls that she built up there was some pain, hurt, sorrow.

You immediately flicked your gaze to the ground and walked up to her slowly.

" good evening, lady dimitrescu" you spoke softly, hardly above a whisper. She placed her finger under your chin and averted your gaze to look into her eyes. You got lost in them for a moment. Was she the one who killed your friends? Can't be..... she's so, she looks so pure.

"I asked a question child, speak up" she growled letting your chin fall, removing her cold finger tip from your skin. You couldn't help but miss her touch for a split second. Reminding yourself who you were infront of. Reminding yourself who she is, what she is.

"I-l'm sorry m-my lady, I know you d-don't like to repeat yourself but I did not hear your last w-words" you spoke squeezing your eyes shut, hoping that she doesn't slice you to ribbons.

"Look up child, let me see thoses pretty eyes" she spoke softly. You immediately looked up at her, not wanting to anger her more incase this was a trap.

"I'm soft on newbies, if there are any slip ups, you'll be forgiven. But do not test my patience, my anger is it's own person" she firmly said finding peace and calmness in your eyes. She hummed as she took one last look at you before walking away.

"Elizabeth make sure our new member is welcomed and comfortable, and please do inform my dear daughters of our new maiden. I do not want them snacking on her for dinner" she spoke with a growl like chuckle. As if it's happened already but she didn't care but for you. She wanted no one to hurt you. You were valuable to her. A deal like no other.

The head maiden shows you around the castle, gives you background story on everything etc. She final makes her final stop, your bedroom. She opened the door and your jaw dropped. It was huge. You had a very big bed, almost as big as the bedroom and your own personal bathroom that was even bigger.

"Daniela what are you doing here" Elizabeth spoke firmly with a cocked eyebrow.

Daniela looked up from her book and glanced at you. Her smiled brighten as her eyes gleamed. She squealed as she rushed off the bed to hug you. Her cute and innocent act could have fooled anyone. Fooled you. But Elizabeth has been working here way to long to not see right through her deadly act.

" Daniela dimitrescu but can call me dani, oldest, and-" Elizabeth cut her off with the clearing of her throat. Danielle huffed and backed up.

" dont play what your not daniela. I will not take responsibility for your foolishness, remember you mothers words" she spoke seriously, eyes flashing angrily. Daniella 'ughed' rolled her eyes and disappeared into files.

Elizabeth turns to you and holds you by both arms.

" theses people aren't as dangerous as they look,you hear me. Just don't fall into their trap and DO NOT GET ON THEIR NERVES." She spoke.

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially I she finds you useful. And what she did with you outside she's never done with other maiden. Count yourself lucky cause she already likes you,but do not take it for granted. She doesn't slice anyone to ribbons unless they do a God forbidden thing. Stand your ground, don't look weak, it's yes mistress or yes my lady same goes for when your saying no. Stay away from her daughters unless she asks you to give them something which she wont because your new" she rambled rules and guides for you until she was completely out of breath.

She really cared for you. She's seen some fucked up shit go down in the castle and she's gonna look out for you.

" lastly, the lady always test every new maids loyalty and ability to follow instructions, always listen to what she says and read in-between the lines and pick your words and responds very wisely. Oh and always be up before 7:00, that's it, if I missed any you'll find them in your ground rules book" she kissed your cheek and proceeded to walk out.

" hey lizzy" you called out stoping her in her tracks, though she didn't turn around you can tell she was listening.

"Thank you" you said softly as you smiled. She turned around and flashed you a warm smile.

" of course. Your one of us now y/n. Even though you might not like the lady. You will follow her oders. There's a track if your the exercise type and there's a library. You'll always be working so no time to fool around." She said before closing the door.

You hummed and walked around the room. It was nice. You walked over to the bed where your maid uniform was laid neatly. And bedside it had a note.

- Welcome To House Dimitrescu, your shift starts at 9:30 AM ends at 10:35 pm for now. Any enquiries ask lady sepol, head maiden better known as Elizabeth.

You looked at the time and realized that you only had 20 minutes til you had to be one duty. You quickly got dress and went downstairs. The first thing on your list was doing the dishes then sweeping in the evening and tidying up in the night.

You entered the kitchen but a girl stopped you and pinned a fancy name tagg onto your uniform.

You smiled softly at her but she doesn't smile back, instead she gives you a disgusting look. What's that for you thought to yourself. But then you remembered Elizabeth's words. "Don't show weakness". you must have been so caught up in thought that you didn't even notice you had bumped into someone.

" sorry, I'm so s-" you tried to wip the water off her clothes but she slapped your hand away harshly.

" watch where your going newbie what are you blind? Are has the the salary amount gotten to your head bitch?" She spat glaring at you, before you can apologize again a voice speaks up behind her.

" Oh Leah give her a break. You were once new too" she spoke softly. The girl turned to glare at the woman huffing.

"Yeah but I wasn't this blind was i?" She spoke before walking off bumping into your shoulder harshly.

You sighed as you mouthed 'thank you' to the lady before moving to the sink to do your job.

" Sarah. Sarah mildow. Assistant head maiden" she spoke softly offering you her hand.

You smiled at her and shaked it.

"Y/n y/l/n" you said, she nodded and went back to stacking the wine.

"Don't come off as weak, my sweet girl. But don't fight back" she mumbled, winking at you when she looked up. You pressed your lips together and went back to washing.

"What are you doing?" Asked the same girl from earlier. You wondered if she was crazy... or maybe she's the blind one. Can't she just cut you some slack.

"Didn't you read the freaking ground rules? Only wash the dishes with stain dish soap remover, now your gonna have to wash all those over and now your gonna be late for your next shift But oh well not my problem" she laughed wickly and left.

You bit your lip and growned, now you'll have to re-wash 150 plates. You got to work and finished late. You quickly started doing your second shift for the day and it was around dinner time for the dimitrescu family. As you were sweeping the floor near the kitchen you hear lots of noise.

There's was shouting and yelling and it was loud. How could human beings shout so loud without their voice box being damaged or getting hoarseness But then it hit you. They weren't human.

You entered the dinning room area and quietly sweep the floors. The entire time lady dimitrescu had her eyes fixed on you. You could feel them pulling at you, heating your skin. You tried desperately to make yourself smaller.

" doing that isn't gonna make you disappear draga"she spoke loudly the table going quiet. Her daughters looked at her weirdly but soon realized she wasn't talking to them. Lady dimitrescu has never called a maiden that. Never ever. A couple maids who were picking up the left over foods were astonished. You didn't know what the word meant or what kind of people she says it to but all you knew you wanted to disappear.

"Come take this to the kitchen pet" she spoke firmly, watching as your shakily walked over to her avoiding her gaze. As you picked up the glass, your shaking hands caused it to drop and break. The girls began to laugh as tears welled in your eyes. Can't you do anything right. Lady dimitrescu wasn't angry though, she kept looking at you with curiosity and hope.

" Leah clean this up. As for you my dear get started on your other shift. " she spoke as she got up to leave the table. You were too scared to move. This lady dimitrescu noticed and chuckled. She gently placed her hands on your hips and moved you to the side so she can get up from her chair. Her hands on your waist felt magical.

She held you close as she whispered into your ear. The smell of strong rich people perfume and smoke over take your senses.

" That's already one slip up and it's only your first day,my love"

She removed her hands and walked away, her daughters vanished into a vast of flies. Leah pushed you which caused you to fall and cut your finger on the shareds of glass on the floor. She grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her.

" i don't hate you y/n, but get your shit together because I don't want to clean up any more maiden blood" she said, letting go of you and walking away to go get the broom.

You finished your shifts and went to your room.

You took a cold shower and went to bed. Thankfully you weren't to late for bed. It's was only 11:08pm. You sighed as you set your alarm for tomorrow and closed your eyes. You twisted and turned no matter what you did you couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of who's house you were sleeping in.

You sighed as you looked at the time.

12:15pm. You groaned. You really wanted to get some rest before getting for 5:00 tomorrow. You remember Elizabeth said that there's a library. Maybe if you read you'll eventually fall asleep, yeah.

You got up and threw on a thin comfy butterfly multi color robe and went to the library. As you entered your jaw dropped. It was amazing. It was definitely bigger than your room, and it had 4 floors filled with shelfs and books.

You smiled as you walked over to one of the isle. You couldn't find anything you like so you decided to move to a next one. As you came out you saw lady dimitrescu sitting on the couch with her hair undone, makeup off, comfy lace night gown and her reading glasses. Your eyes flicked down to her smooth legs. Her porcelain skin was glowing in the fire place light. It's rare anyone sees her like this.

Your eyes flicked down lower to her red toes and back up to the book she was reading. "Bows and arrows of a fool" it sounds interesting you think to yourself. You flicked your eyes higher to see lady dimitrescu looking at you over her glasses.

Fear builds in you as you quickly pull back and hide.

" I already saw you draga mea. Come out pet" she said sighing as she closed the book. You repeated the word shit over and over again and she shyly came around the corner and stood some distance away from her. You kept looking at the ground and fidgeting with your fingers.

" what difference does it make you look at me in secret but hide your pretty eyes from me in public child" she said changing her position in the chair. You heard how it creaked as it accommodates her weight.

Her eyes racked up your body. Fragile, valuable, fearful, shy there's so many words she can use to describe you just by looking at you.

"Come sit child" she spoke, her tone more soft and gentle. Although alcina was rough and cold on the outside on the inside she was just someone who didn't have a choice, someone who life beat up really bad, someone pure. You moved slowly to stand infront of her, still no eye contact was made.

She pulled you onto her lap and cradled you. Running her hand gently through your hair. You couldn't help but melt into her embrace. Her touch was soft and gentle despise her cold demeanor. She smelled like lavender and wine, with a hint of smoke.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and snuggled into her neck. She gently placed a kiss to your forehead and started rubbing shapes onto your thighs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

" couldn't sleep draga?" She asked lifting your chin so she can look at you. You looked so scared, so tried. It broke her heart slightly. After thousands of eyes of feeling no other emotion other than anger and rage, alcina actually felt sorryful. Yet she didn't quite know what for. But holding you made something in her heart break. Maybe it was the love ones she killed for you and didn't know.

If she knew you were the one who got away that night what would she do?. Would she even be holding you? Kissing your skin? Calling you draga.

"Why do you fear me, darling?" She asked truthfully. Why would someone fear her to their core but still wish to be her hand cloth. Money make people do stupid things all the time but working for her, even money wouldn't make someone do something so risky. Especially with the type of anger she holds.

So why does a sweet angel dove like you wish to be in her presence? It simply amazes her. You both got lost in each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity. On til something in you snapped. She killed your friends. But yet here you lay in her arms, fearless. As if nothing happened.

You wanted to ask her the question so bad, why did you do it? There were so many questions you wanted to ask her. Because if she was the brutal monster every one claims she is, why is she so pure?

" I'll take my leave now, my lady" you spoke quietly, removing yourself from her embrace. You were supposed to ask her permission to leave yet her anger is far from building. What spell does this girl have on me, alcina thought to herself. You slowly backed out of the room. Elizabeth's voice ringing in your ear.

" theses people are not as dangerous as they look you hear me?"

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially if she finds you useful"

"What she did with you was rare, count yourself lucky, but don't take in for granted"

You felt dizzy, like your world was spinning. Your friends death flash before your eyes. Alcinas pure eyes. Elizabeth's words. She can't be the monster that killed them.... can she?

The real question is why does she like you? She she have a plan? Because so do you....

You make you way to your room speed walking as fast as you could. Not wanting to run to make a scene to the night shift guard maids. You enter your room and quickly lock the door behind you. You jump into your bed and cover yourself under the duvet.

Tomorrow is a new day. You thought to yourself. Your mother's voice echo in your head.

"She's a monster, but we'll get our revenge."

"Don't trust her y/n, be brave and remember the plan"

You soon fell asleep hoping that tomorrow doesn't cause trouble.....

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You Sacrifice Yourself for Them Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Legend, Sky, Time x GN Reader

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Shit. Shit. Shiiit.

This was not how this day was supposed to go. This was not how this dungeon was supposed to go! The group calls him 'Veteran' for a reason. He's done more dungeons on his own than the lot of them combined. He's quick on his feet, able to complete the most complex puzzles like child's play, and barely breaks a sweat against the foes that lurk in every damp shadow. Anymore, dungeons are easy (too easy, maybe, compared to some of the rougher...emotionally draining parts of his journeys).

This was supposed to be just as easy. He had no shame in bragging or flexing his skills, yet all that has officially flown out the window in a way that one could deem quite literal, actually. A quick whiz of air and an echoed shatter that would've reminded him of the wonderful sound of broken pottery if not for how horrifying it was in true comparison. No, that sound was far from exhilarating, especially paired with the image of you falling sideways like a lifeless doll, pieces of tile bouncing off your head and exploding in the air like fireworks trailed by crimson.

Legend isn't sure if he managed to catch you in time. He probably did, but in his panic he feared you might've hit your head on the floor as if that's not exactly what already happened to knock you out in the first place. Damn floor tiles! Usually they're just embarrassing annoyances when prepared for them, but that's the problem: he wasn't. When those dangerous squares came flying at him at a blurring speed, he expected to take on the hit, not for you to shield him with your own body. What in Hylia's name were you even thinking?!

For what feels like hours but is really only a few seconds, Legend's mind runs rapidly with petrified thoughts: Are you dead? Did he just let you die for his sake? It's supposed to be the other way around if anything! He's the world's punching bag, not you. You're…too special for any of that…

"Hylia, t-that hurt..." Legend snaps out of it only when you groan, barely able to open your eyes against the blinding light of the torch - the only light in the room - which has long been abandoned behind both of you.

"Are you kidding me?! Are you stupid or something?! What the hell were you even thinking doing that?! Do you know what could've happened if you got hit hard enough or at the wrong angle?! You could've been given a concussion, put into a coma, o-or -"

"- But it could've ruined your pretty face."

Legend’s words choke in his throat as he stares at you as if you've suddenly grown several heads...that or he has just now realized you're the biggest idiot in Hyrule, who knows? Clearly, you're still in a daze yourself, head wobbling around as you blink rapidly with pupils dilated wide. Maybe the whole concussion thing can't actually be ruled out quite yet.

"...Stupid..." Legend mumbles under his breath with a click of his tongue as he looks away from you, "...What about your face then?"

"Awww. You think I'm pretty, too?"

He huffs instead of answering, carefully helping you up before draping your arm over his shoulders and pulling you securely against his side where he can better keep you from stumbling off into something or, Hylia forbid, trip face first into the ground, causing more damage aside from the goose egg already bruising your forehead and the line of blood dripping down it, "We need to get you to the Traveler. ‘get you fix up.”

"Huh? But what...what 'bout the dungeon?"

"We can come back later. The treasure at the end probably isn't worth it anyways if floor tiles are what's guarding it."

You hum distantly, dropping your head directly against his without any notice to the way this makes his cheeks flare unwillingly, "...Hey Legs?"

"What?"

"Can you please not tell anyone I got beat up by pieces of floor?"

Legend snorts and pretends to think your question over, "Hmm…In light of you saving my life, I guess I can keep that promise."

"Thanks, bun."

"You know, on second thought, maybe I won't."

Sky awoke in a pleasant mood that was only made better upon remembering his current whereabouts. He had a wonderful dream about being back home during peaceful times, and while disappointed to leave such a relaxing feeling, at least he found himself still in that cozy little inn the Chain decided to stay at for the night. What was better was that it appeared to be rather early. The sun was barely shining through the window, only barely peeking over the village roofs, and the room itself was silent aside from the sound of some snoring which confirmed that the rest of his roommates were still fast asleep, thus Sky figured there would be no harm in dozing off for a few extra minutes until he hears someone else get up for the day…That was his plan, anyways…

"...Hey Sky?"

"Mmm?"

"You, uh, know there's only ten minutes until eight, right?"

In a blink of an eye, Sky shoots straight up, suddenly not feeling so tired. Rubbing his eyes and bearing through his new headache, he's horrified to confirm that you must be right. The window is now glowing in a bright gold, showing a bustling little village outside. You, yourself, are already dressed in your tunic, hair done and ready to go. Legend and Wind, who had been your other roommates last night, must follow the same status seeing as neither of them nor their belongings are here anymore. It's just you and Sky.

In an instant, he leaps out of bed, nearly tripping yet recovering as he hurries to find his own belongings which seems a lot harder to accomplish in his panicked state compared to any other day. You, meanwhile, replace his spot upon the bed, sitting down there with an apologetic look, "I would have woken you up sooner, but I wasn't sure if you were purposefully sleeping in."

"You're alright - uh, thank you for waking me up at all," Sky backtracks when he remembers he had folded his tunic under his bed, kneeling down to grab it along with the rest of his belongings stuffed under there, "Where's the Vet and Pirate?"

"Already at breakfast. Wild dropped by a little while ago to say that it would be ready soon. I'm sure the others are already digging in."

"Crap."

"I'm sure there'll be enough left for us regardless. He always makes so much whenever we stay somewhere with an actual kitchen..." Despite Sky having worn an undershirt to bed, you still feel the need to awkwardly look away as he pulls the rest of his clothes overhead, "You must have a real talent for sleeping because the rest of us woke up to a loud 'thud' and cursing...'don't think Legend will be taking the top bunk at the next inn we reach."

Fully dressed, Sky's first order of business should really be to rush downstairs instead of testing his luck with angry companions, but he takes the time to spare you a glance instead, "Why haven't you gone downstairs yet?"

The question, once thought of, weighs heavy on his mind. You just said that you awoke with the others, however you chose to stay here and risk getting in trouble yourself for tardiness rather than joining them.

You merely shrug as if it’s of no concern, "I figured I'd wait for you. Like I said, I didn't know if you were purposefully sleeping in and I would've felt worse if I fully gambled on that, leaving you to sleep until noon and suffer Time's wrath."

Sky fidgets and stares down at his feet, although when he opens his mouth to say something, you're standing again while pushing him towards the door, "But let's not push our luck too far, alright? Time was pretty adamant about getting out of here at a decent time."

Yes, he was. He had made a strict point of that last night which is further emphasized by the fact that he is already standing at the bottom of the staircase by the time you both appear at the top of it. It appears that he was just about to make his way up to scold you, but since you've so kindly met him halfway, he can do that from here, "I assume there's a good reason for sleeping in yet again, Skyloftian?"

Sky gulps under the Old Man's glare, prepared to take on whatever punishment that will soon follow seeing as he's officially reached his limit of making the entire group late, however as quickly as he begins to dread the thought of taking on an extra watch for the night or doing a supply run with his own rupees, you're beating him to an explanation, "It's my fault, actually. I had a rough night and didn't realize what time it was until Sky woke me. If he hadn't waited for me, he wouldn't have been late so don't be too mad at him, okay?"

"That's not -" Sky's head whips towards you in surprise, however he falls silent when you give him a look that commands it.

Time hums, glancing between the two of you without much sign that he believes your lie. He has no reason to considering that Wind had already mentioned you were up and at 'em this morning. Perhaps if you had crossed his path earlier for this conversation, he would’ve been more inclined then to point this out, forcing you to confess the truth, although it’s five minutes till eight now meaning he'd be wasting time none of you have to argue not to mention he really doesn't care so long as everyone’s ready to go.

"Well, since you're both technically down here before eight, I'll let it slide this time," He narrows his eyes at you both, taking some sort of pride in how you each bow your heads shamefully, however that's the extend of it before he turns his heel, "But it's up to you to savage yourselves breakfast before Wild packs it up and I still expect you all to be out in the lobby by eight sharp, not a second later even if it means you have to go without a starting meal for today."

"Yes, sir!"

"I'm okay. Worry about the Old Man first."

"Clearly you're not fine. Your arm -"

"- I've had worst -"

"- That doesn't matter. You're still injured."

This argument isn’t going anywhere. Anyone in the group could see that, but are they brave enough to point it out? Considering the fact that they all stand by in awkward silence, probably not.

The last battle was a tough one which may be a bit of an understatement considering Time and you both walked away with some serious wounds to show for your victory. Time had been knocked in the head by a Moblin club, thrown backwards where he then laid unconscious for several moments only to awaken with a gash in the club’s former place, although still a far less visible injury compared to yours. You didn’t miss the way Sky kept gagging when helping you back into camp, unable to so much as glance at the terrible result of a Lizalfos sword slicing through your arm. Provided the extent of these soon-to-be scars, everyone would expect (and hope) that the two of you would be eager for Hyrule’s healing magic, however they were quickly proven otherwise.

“So? I’ll live.”

“Not without medical attention.”

“I’ll take a potion.”

“I thought you didn’t have any left?”

You curse to yourself before sticking your nose into the air with a stubborn change of subject, “You know, last time I checked, a head injury is a lot more serious than a simple cut!”

Time ignores your claim, feeling his face grow warm in irritation (or maybe that’s due to the fresh blood dripping down from his hairline), “You call that ‘a simple cut’?”

You merely shrug, readjusting the crimson cloth you currently press to the nasty slice that parts your skin directly down from your shoulder into your bicep. It no doubt burns like the fires of Death Mountain which you don’t hide despite your persistence in turning down any aid. Your face is scrunched into an expression of pain, a hiss leaving your hips whenever you move the cloth or your arm in any way, yet you still meet Time’s eyes with no sign of budging.

“Twilight, tell him he’s being ridiculous!”

The poor farm boy leaps in place when you both end up turning his way. Although not another word is said by either of you, he understands that voiceless command of Time’s stone cold glare: he isn’t to say a word - not a word - that could be taken as a form of agreement towards your cause. He’s to be a good boy and point out that your arm isn’t going to fix itself, thus you should be the first to be tended to by Hyrule. Of course, he cares about your wellbeing and would definitely side with his mentor and his intimating ways if not for how the older male sways side-to-side with the wind, clearly struggling to maintain himself as the effects of a serious concussion start to take its toll on him.

“...(Y/n)...does have a point..." Twilight mumbles, gulping when Time’s glare darkens.

Thankfully for him and all the others who stand by with their heads down, including little Hyrule who’s been stuck between you both too fearful to make a peep, Warrior has finally had enough of this, officially having no problem taking charge with his annoyance made clear through his stern voice, “The longer you both argue about this, the longer you both go without medical attention, so please, for the love of Hylia, will one of you just swallow your damn pride and let Hyrule do what he needs to?”

There’s no instant reaction, neither of being too eager to see Warrior’s very valid point, however after glancing at you once more and noticing how tightly you’re holding onto your arm, Time sighs at long last, resulting in a chorus of others to follow, “...Fine. I’ll go first.”

This satisfies you, allowing you to relax your muscles and focus on keeping that cloth pressed to your arm while Hyrule begins working his magic to fix Time’s own injury, although as always, the Old Man has to have the last word, shoving his pouch towards you with a grumble, “At least take a red potion in the meantime. It should dull the pain.”

Thankfully, you don’t argue as he feared you would based on your initial hesitation. Instead, you huff, but ultimately dig through the pouch to locate the bottle which you pop the cork off of dramatically, “Fine.”

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𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: basically the sauna scene from season 3 but with you. Also, I changed the events a bit so beware

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𝔱𝔴'𝔰: violence, Billy being an asshole ;(

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Planning how you were going to free Billy from the Mind Flayer was a lot different from executing it. You were as excited as you were scared, having had your lover be distant and hateful for the past weeks. All in all, you were tired of it. You take a deep breath, standing behind the kids and waiting for Billy to realize he'd been locked into the sauna.

You watch as his face contorts into anger and he clenches his jaw, stepping to the glass. The boys back up a little, Billy's presence more than scary.

"You better get me out of here right now, you shitheads." he threatened, his voice low. You gulped, looking around. Lucas was checking on Max, who's been the most hurt from this - along with you. Max gathered herself and raised her head in a brave way.

You turn back to your boyfriend, just as he starts banging his fists on the door, waiting for what he still thinks to be a prank, to be over. You bite your lip, taking pity on him.

You couldn't describe how badly you wanted to open the door and take him in your arms. It'd been so long since he even looked at you with a fond look in his eyes. You missed him. So fucking badly.

You flinch when he falls down, seeing Lucas and Mike cast nervous glances at each other. What's happening?

You can't help but slightly freak out when he starts sobbing. You dig your finger nails into your palm and try to take deep breaths.

The moment he starts whimpering about it not being his fault you break. There's a short moment of no one doing anything. You take a step forward, fully convinced you could go in there and calm him down right now.

Will holds you firmly by your wrist, shaking his head. You breathe heavily, scared.

"It's not my fault, Max." Billy whimpers and you wait for him to say more. Max starts walking towards the door and you get nervous. She couldn't get hurt. You don't think you'd ever be able to forgive yourself if any of them got hurt - but Max especially. She's been somewhat of a little sister to you since you met Billy, so obviously you cared for her a lot.

She stops in front of the window, head tilted downwards, probably to where Billy was sitting.

It was a bit hard to understand, the blood rushing in your ears making it harder to hear. "I've done things, Max. Really-" your heard him gasp through a sob, "really bad things. I didn't mean to. He made me do it." You frowned. While you were all aware of the Mind Flayer taking over Billy's mind, you had never taken into consideration just how fucked up this really was. Sure, you didn't take this lightly. You'd be stupid to.

But the realization that Billy couldn't control what he was doing, that there was something in his mind, was horrifying. And if Max and El had been right and he was the one to abduct all the people, you couldn't imagine the terror he was going through knowing he did that.

"Like a giant shadow." Billy described the Mind Flayer. Max continued asking about what it had made Billy do, but he broke down again - understandably. This was probably his first time since being the host that he had a clear mind, so this must be a fucking lot.

You feel miserable. How did this happen? How could you let this happen to him? All because you got drunk one night and he had to pick you up. Except he'd never arrived and you got a vision later of his car crashing and some big shadow taking him over.

Billy begs for Max's forgiveness and you see her start crying, too. A silent tear rolls down your cheek but you stay silent, waiting for what would happen next.

In the next second Will touches his neck and Billy breaks the glass of the small window, screaming at us to let him out along with other insults.

You gather in the middle of the room, just as Billy starts grunting and lights flicker.

Black veins spread over his torso and he starts throwing his body against the door.

The second it breaks, El steps in front of you, her hand held up.

You have half a mind to push her towards Mike, stepping closer to Billy.

"Billy..." you slowly say, catching his attention. For a second there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes, before the eerie emptiness takes them over again. He clenches his teeth, taking a step closer to you.

"I don't want to hurt you, please..." you cry, tears already running down your cheeks and your hands shaking.

While El was only able to lift things and move them telepathically for a limited period of time, you were a lot stronger and more trained as well as experienced. She had made it out of the lab before she became a teenager, but you had been captured there until you were 15.

He falters for a moment before stepping so close to you, you felt his breath on your face.

"Billy..." you pleased once more and in a moment of weakness you missed his hand shooting forwards, grabbing you by the neck.

You choked on a breath, hands gripping his. You could use your powers but you weren't ready to hurt him. Not him, not when didn't deserve it. "Please..!" you coughed and saw out of the corner of your eye as El's hand lifted and something started tugging him backwards, away from you.

"y/n! Do something!" Max screamed, wanting to help but not being able to. You tried looking at her and realized that you'd have to hurt him in order to rescue him. Taking a breath you turned to him, glaring. You loosen your hands on his wrist, his grip around your throat having lessened due to Eleven helping.

You know he noticed when he tried keeping you in place, but didn't succeed. You raised your hand, closing your eyes. You couldn't do this while looking at him.

The familiar feeling returned to your hands and you closed one to make a fist. You hear him gasp for air before you feel him letting you go. Your eyes start watering as you open them trying to steady yourself.

There was nothing more torture than having to hurt him like this. You sobbed and let your hand fall, whispers of 'I'm sorry.' and 'please forgive me' falling from your lips. You didn't register Billy getting up again and moving towards Eleven.

"No! Get away from her!" you hear Mike yell, picking up discarded pipe and hitting Billy over the head with it. You gather your strength as you see Mike getting in front of El.

"Don't hurt her, you piece of shit!" he grunted at your boyfriend.

You saw it as your opportunity, getting up and lifting both of your hands this time.

You let out a pained noise as you see Billy starting to levitate, his arms stretching and the black of the Mind Flayer flooding his body once again. You walk around him until you're in front of him. "Leave him alone!" you scream, your voice breaking. You watch as the black shadow that had caused so much pain and anger starts coming out of his mouth, that was forced open.

You hear him choking and breathe in desperately, the air coming to you less and less as it was starting to take a toll on you.

You fell to your knees, trying to win this fight that would only last a few more minutes. You didn't feel Eleven helping you out, but you hear as she falls to the floor, passing out in Mike's arms.

The help that she gave leaves abruptly and it all becomes too much as you momentarily lose consciousness.

The friends watch helplessly as Mike and Lucas try getting El out of the way while Max rushed to your side. "No! Wake up!" she sobs histerically.

Billy laughs in the most frightening way so far and lunches forward, Will barely able to pull Max into his arms and out of the way. Billy takes you by the neck just as you'd woken again. He throws you against the wall, the contact making you wheeze as the air leaves your lungs once again.

You try getting up, but before you're able to, he grabs you by your throat and pushes you against the wall. "Not so brave now, huh?" he grins, the empty look back in his eyes.

You see everything as if in slow-motion, Will trying to keep Max from getting back to you, Mike crying while El lays unresponsive in his arms and Lucas.

You see Lucas just as he loads his arm sling with a piece of Metall, fixates it and- it hits Billy right on the back of his head.

But doing nothing.

He only let's out another chuckle, choking you more. "Billy-" you cough, barely managing to raise one hand. You place it on his cheek and a small smile takes place on your bloodied lips. "I love you..." you whisper, dragging your hand to where his heart is.

He blinks a few times, seemingly fighting with the demon inside of him for control.

He misses your other hand moving to the back of his head before you grip his hair and pull his head back, hard.

You close your eyes, nervous as you hadn't done this more than once because it had drained you so bad that you'd slept for two days straight.

You conjure up a picture in your mind. A picture in which the Mind Flayer leaves Billy's body, and instead...

enters yours.

Opening your eyes, you watch Billy's body become numb as the Mind Flayer leaves his body and he falls to the floor. It rushes inside of you and you throw your head back, gasping for air.

You close your eyes once again and start fighting the mindset of the Demogorgon that's threatening to take over yours. You scream out, memories of Billy and the party filling your head. You remember the day he'd taken you on a trip to California, having wanted to show you the beach since forever. The way his hand had felt laying on your thigh the whole ride.

With horror Will and the others watch as your body starts being lifted in the air, the black of the shadow monster surrounding you in an unnerving way. Billy lays knocked out on the floor, and Will makes sure there's no black features left on him before he let's Max go.

She rushes to Billy and shakes his shoulders. "Wake up!" she yells in desperation. When he stats stirring she just hugs him closer. "Max..." he grunts. "Yes, yes, I'm here." she confirms and starts crying harder.

Billy curses under his breath before sitting up and taking in the scene around him. That's when he notices you.

You, as the horrible dark shadow that had been inhabiting his mind for weeks tries doing the same with you. "No..." he whimpers, completely shocked at the situation.

Through the rushing in your ears you hear him. Hear him pleading for you, begging for the Mind Flayer to let you go.

The last thing you feel before passing out is fresh air entering your lungs.

With horror, the group around you watches your body fall to the floor and the shadow flee through the wall, breaking it in process.

When you wake up, it's two days later.

As you weren't... normal, they weren't able to bring you to a hospital and Dr. Owens worked too close with the Lab and Brenner for them to trust him.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around. You see the small kitchen and table with chairs, discarded Christmas lights littering the floor.

You then your head to the side and see all of the party sleep on the floor around you. While Dustin and Steve, yes the Steve Harrington who'd become more of a babysitter than anything, were sharing a mattress (with Dustin on the floor while Steve had the blanket wrapped around him and was comfortably taking up the whole mattress), Max was sleeping on the love seat, Will, Mike and El all in sleeping bags in front of the TV and finally, Billy.

He was seated on a pillow, his head resting on the couch close to your stomach. His hand held yours tightly and you smiled. While he didn't look like it, he loved nothing more than cuddling during the night.

You silently sit up, seeing some light on the veranda. Joyce or Hopper probably. You can't keep the small wince from escaping you as sharp pain spreads through your whole body.

Billy wakes startled, looking around before seeing you. You, with a sheepish smile on your face and his hand held tight in yours.

Before he can say anything you put a finger on his lips, motioning him to stay silent. "Baby..." he whisper, emotion flooding his voice.

You nod, a smile on your face. Slowly you get up, tugging him after you towards the guest bedroom where you had slept more times already than you could count.

You two tiptoe through the house until you open the door. He picks you up with care and closes the door with his foot.

When he lays you down on the bed you reach up and tangle your arms around his neck, tugging him down. He grins happily, letting you place kiss after kiss on his lips.

"Y'know, you really scared me when you passed out back there." he mumbles, letting his lips wander over your neck, placing kisses here and there as you brush your fingers through his hair affectionately.

"No way," you acted shocked, "I spooked the Billy Hargrove?" he pouted, moving his head back up and lightly knocking his forehead into yours. "Don't tease~" he whines.

You just chuckle happily. "Really missed you, baby." he murmurs with his deep, rumbling voice.

"Couldn't think while... it was there. Felt like.. I dunno. Lost all control over my body and had to watch as he- as he slaughtered all those people." Billy's voice wavers a bit and you shush him, trailing a hand down his back.

"And none of it was your fault, my love." he just huffs, obviously blaming himself. "If you don't stop blaming yourself I'm going to start blaming myself for not protecting you from this." you raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that in his eyes you could never do anything wrong.

"No, baby, don't say that." he warns. You make a 'really?' face, watching him realize what you actually meant by what you said. He groans, dropping his head next to yours. "C'mon you missed out on me for weeks, there's no way you can resist my charm now." he says and you're quite sure that logic makes absolut sense in his head.

"Billy, I don't know if you've noticed but we're dating. You don't need to charm me anymore, yeah?" he rolls his eyes at you and you weakly punch his torso. "Don't be so rude." He acts like you shot him, dramatically falling next to you and holding his chest.

"You killed me." he deadpans, "only a kiss can make it better~" he grins lazily. Well, not like you mind. You lean on one elbow, laying a hand on his cheek and stroking the skin under his eye. "Have you been sleeping, babe?" you ask, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes.

He frowns, shrugging. "Y'know I can't sleep without you..." he replies, putting one arm over your waist and pulling you closer.

"Well then, it's time for bed, Eh?" you chuckle and he looks at you like you're crazy. "I just got you back from sleeping for days and you're tired again?"

"Hmm..." you pretend to think, "yep." popping the p you turn to the alarm on the nightstand on the side, reading 12:43 AM. You nod towards it and lay your head on his chest, off which he had yet to pull his muscle shirt. "damn, didn't even pay attention to the time."

"Realized that. Now get rid of the shirt, it's bothering me, and then we're going to sleep. No discussions." he grinned, placing a slow kiss on your lips. "God, I missed you so much, baby. You can't imagine." he slides one of his hands under your shirt and just holds you, feelings his skin against yours.

"Me too. Missed you a lot. A small town is kinda boring when there's no one to scandalize the old ladies." you joke and he chuckles.

"Alright, let's get you to sleep, princess." with that he pulls the shirt over his head, leaving his torso and abs free to you. And wow had you fucking missed this.

"You're injured and need to rest so get those thought out of your mind, idiot." he remarks, pinching your waist lightly.

"Cockblock." you pout, even though it was you who'd wanted to rest initially. "Alright, enough insulting your poor boyfriend." he grumbled and pulled the blanket over your bodies.

While you got comfortable on his chest, he already had his nose buried in your hair while enjoying the warmth he'd missed out on for so long.

And here with you and all the people he appreciated, he thought that maybe someday you could all forget about the traumatic events that had taken pace in this cursed town.

very probably going to write a part two with more fluff for this :') anyone else think billy would be the biggest softie secretly?

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