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☆*:.｡. MY ANGEL .｡.:*☆

Summary- Mingyu’s heart always had and always will belong to one girl. No matter how much she pushed and kicked him away he would always come back crawling on his knees gladly, because to him she was his everything.

Word count- 9.8k 💀💀 [say sike rn]

Content Warnings- 18+ Sexual Scenes and Vulgar Language, Angst!, Romance, Some Humor, Hurt and comfort, POV changes, Y/n is a ice queen/tsundere, Implied Foreigner, Mental health, Idol au!She is also apart of Le Sserfim, Nayeon & Mingyu date, other idols appear, Cheating mentioned, Insecurities, Breakups and Makeups, Verbally Abusive Parent, Mingyu begs on his knees, Head over heels inlove with Y/n, Cutting mentioned, Soulmate type beat, Y/n has it rough pls be nice to her, Pet names [PLS BE SAFE AND INCHARGE OF THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME]

A/n BRUH i WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE SO DAMN Long. I just wanted to write one scene i swear but then i had to make it make sense so then it jus kept getting longer and longer then i got invested oml. Anyways i used to write fics for anime’s but i retired that hat a while back, i’ve been inlove with Mingyu since forever so i felt compelled to write a fic about him bc he’s my comfort space :3

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To many people being able to win the affections from Kim Mingyu was seen as a blessing from God and it was - atleast for Nayeon- but as her rose tinted shades slowly began to dissolve around month 3 in their fresh relationship she begrudgingly noticed many things in which she had not before (curse her attentiveness).

Finally getting to proudly proclaim Mingyu as hers within their idol friend circle was a dream come true. And to her he was nothing less than perfect, always attentive to her wants, needs, and desires and constantly showering her with boundless amounts of affection. But even she couldn’t fool herself as the new relationship smell began to waft away, and despite her desperate attempts to be as wonderful to him and he was to her one thing became painfully clear; Mingyu was not inlove with her.

Well obviously he didn’t hate her, nor did he make her feel less then. She’s sure that he had some sort of love for her since they were friends before becoming lovers but it wasn’t the kind that would lead to the house and the kids and the big white picket fence she so often dreamt about. It wasn’t the kind that she held for him.

In the beginning it was hard to tell, being so blinded by finally being able to be by his side. She had finally gained the courage to confess when he walked her home after an outing with mutual friends, ever the gentleman. Maybe it was the shots of soju at the time or maybe it was time of year where everyone wanted a lover for the winter holidays. She remembered faintly hearing a corny christmas song in the distance, probably from inside a nearby store, and the snow gently pattering on her face as they walked in a comfortable silence.

“I love you,” she whispered meekly seemingly out of nowhere. Her cheeks heated despite the cold weather as she stopped walking, eyes glued to the snowy ground. She worried maybe he didn’t hear or thought she meant as a friend but she heard a long exhale of breath from her left as his footsteps also came to their own halt a few paces ahead of her own. It was quiet for a bit, the only sounds being a distant holiday tune and the wind accompanied by snow. She squeezed her eyes shut preparing for the embarrassing rejection she foolishly set her own self up for. Mingyu always treated her well but never treated her more than a friend or different than anyone else and she knew that so why did she have to go and say something so dumb, so stupid! Was it because he offered to walk her home? Well he’s always like that it’s nothing special, ugh what if she ruined-

“… Then,” Large feet suddenly appeared right in front of hers jolting her out of her spiral of thoughts and a large warm hand rested on her cheek, gently urging her head up until her eyes met with his.

“…Are you busy tomorrow?” He grinned wolfishly with a small tilt of his head.

A few weeks of courting and cute dates led to him casually introducing Nayeon as his girlfriend at a friend’s dinner party, hands held together. It was so sudden but she couldn’t help but cheese goofily as he sat her down on his lap before smoothly joining into the rooms conversation. He’d softly caress her thigh and give her chaste kisses periodically throughout the night. She was happy, very happy in fact, happy and inlove. She finally had what she thought she always wanted and wished she could’ve lived in that bliss for forever but alas life was never that simple nor accommodating.

The first thing she noticed was the zoning out. The times when he’d be aimless staring at some spot in the room completely lost in a daze. It honestly didn’t happen too too often, a soft tap of the shoulder would instantly bring him back to her but she noticed it regardless. But one time it happened during a night of passion that often plagued her thoughts more than she’d like.

Nayeon buried her head further into the pillows as Mingyu rolled his hips languidly into hers. She gasped softly as she angled her head to gaze upon the adonis behind her only to see that far away look in his eyes again.

“ Fuuuuck,” He groaned throwing his head back,” Angel - ah sh-shit!” He shook his head as she squeezed him tightly from the endearing new petname [presumably meant for her] kicking him out of his stupor. He took a second to catch his breath, blinking in quick succession before laying his body on top of hers leaving a wet smooch on her shoulder.

“ That’s new” She moaned seductively before he drew his hips back to resume his pace from before. All he gave was a breathy laugh and more kisses as he focused on pleasuring her until she couldn’t think anymore.

She quite liked that nickname honestly, and the way he said it too “Angel”. He never called her so desperately before and quite frankly it turned her on so much— too bad she never heard it again though. Well not aimed at her.

The second thing she noticed was his chest. Well moreso his heart beat or lack there of? Whenever she was with him her chest would always be a mess of butterflies, hands shaking, breath short and yet when they’d cuddle on the couch, head pressed to his toned chest there was… nothing? Well aside from a very normal beating pattern which gave signs of life of course, he was as cool as a cucumber.

The involuntary signs of love weren’t there for him like they were for her despite kissing the ground he walked on. He never struggled to stare her deeply in her eyes, his palms never sweaty when holding hands, kisses- albeit plentiful and wonderful -never starved and desperate. She knew he’d been with many girls before her and that he was use to female attention so maybe those intense signs of love weren’t appearing because he had a lot of experience, or atleast that’s what she told herself to cope until she could no longer.

Nayeon hung out back stage as Twice just finished their performance followed by Seventeen at the MAMA awards. She giggled softly as her members poked fun at her pink cheeks watching Mingyu onstage from the TV in the break room.

Soon after they finished Super the thirteen membered group filed in the break room, mingling amongst the various groups, getting snacks and cooling down. After grabbing a bottle of water Mingyu made his way over greeting Twice along the way before wrapping his arms around Nayeon and snuggling into her.

“Ewww you’re so sweaty” She teased pretending to be grossed out when it was the quite the opposite, the sweat glistening off his caramel skin doing sinful things to her.

“Hehe hi baby,” He scrunched his nose as he kissed her cheek playfully.

They bantered back and forth amongst the low chatter in the room watching as the next group went up to perform. She wasn't quite sure when his side of the conversation had quieted down but when she looked to her side he was staring intently at the live broadcasting. She too aimed her attention towards the TV to see what had him so preocuppied.

"Ohhh Le Sserafim?" She nodded knowingly, " They're your label mates now right? They are so popular these days, I'm a big fan too haha my bias is Chaewon!" She danced a little in her seat as the point choreo of Antifragile came up in the performance, " Which one's your fav?"

She leaned her head on his chest, cheerful humming coming to a quaking halt when she felt the thundering pulse of his heart beat blaring against her eardrum.

"... Y\n" he murmured mindlessly, eyes never once leaving the Tv.

" Ohh um yeah!" she sputtered quickly trying to regain her cool, "She's a really popular member, her stage presence is really solid too for only being active for about 2 years i think its been... she's very beautiful, uh she's cool with Jihyo and Somi they hang out sometimes..."

Nayeon wanted to slap herself for the needless word vomit but she couldnt help it. She was pulling for straws, not expecting the reaction she's been trying to pull out of Mingyu to happen now of all times and apparently not because of her. Perhaps he was just tired from his performance still, maybe his was just a big fanboy - men will be men even Mingyu it seemed, perhaps she was reading all too much into it. She decided not to say anything more and just stayed cuddled up to him. He smoothly brought his left hand to her arm rubbing it gently pressing her into himself chuckling softly at her frazzled manner.

" You did well today babe, go ahead and rest for a bit" He whispered as he pressed a kiss to her hairline, " I'll be right here."

Maybe she did need a nap she thought to her self but even as she yawned sleepily she couldn't help but notice the thundering in his heart rested only when their performance finished.

But what really nailed it in the coffin was what Nayeon saw later that night at Somi’s after party, and moreso heard. It’s one thing to come to the conclusion that the man she loved didn’t love back in the same caliber as she did but atleast he chose to be with her right? Atleast he only looked at her and only cared about her. Right?? She could work with that at least even if it was one sided but there’s another level of pain when the reason his palms don’t get sweaty, the reason his eyes don’t glaze over in adoration, the reason he’s never said “i love you” back is because he’s so hopelessly inlove with another that he could hardly contain himself.

The venue was crowded with so many different faces, some known and unknown coming from various groups and companies. Owe it to Somi to know everyone. Nayeon and Mingyu were together as always, a few drinks in watching as Hoshi spoke animatedly making the group of friends laugh. It was a start to a great night after the adrenaline rush of their earlier performances.

“Oh wait! Y/n” Somi suddenly shot up running over to you as you jus entered the venue before dragging you into their circle , “Everyone say hi, Y/n say hi too!”

Nayeon watched as you smiled softly at Somi’s antics before bowing and greeting the people around you. You had a naturally alluring vibe to you that made it hard to not look away. She wasn’t a hater, you were stunning. And as she followed the harsh intake of air next to her she realized she wasn’t the only one who felt the same.

Nayeon gave it to Mingyu for trying but she wasn’t a fool. She had spent so long looking at him like he was the only person in the world that she quickly surmised he was only zoned in on one thing that night, that thing being you. You were a bit harder to read but woman to woman she could tell that you skillfully avoided eye contact in their general direction. And from the lovesick face he pathetically failed to conceal and longing gaze; this went above petty attraction.

Suddenly feeling lightheaded Nayeon excused herself to the bathroom, her mind bombarded with questions. Is he cheating one me? How do you know each other? Who is she to him? Do they have history? Is she… the reason he never looks at me like that?

She felt her eyes burn as she gazed in the bathroom mirror. She felt pathetic. It takes being in love to know what it looks like and Mingyu was looking at you like how she looked at him. Like you were his world. He was trying to hide it, desperately so, often cutting his eyes away from you if he caught himself staring for too long or boisterously jumping into the conversation to distract himself from you, giving Nayeon’s hand a squeeze every now and then but she saw through it all. And she loathed you for it.

By time she calmed herself down and made it back to the table her heart fell to her stomach seeing as the two people plaguing her thoughts were both suspiciously missing. Of course no one picked up on the disappearance act of the two but a quick check in with Somi directed her to the direction Mingyu excused himself too. With a quick thank you she followed swiftly, anxiousness pooling in her gut

Following down the hall the sounds of the party quieted until she heard a pair of new voices a little further down out on the balcony. The voices she had been looking for.

“You did amazing today, Angel”

That burning sensation returned to Nayeon’s eyes as she discreetly listened from inside. Angel. That was undeniably Mingyu’s voice.

“ Mingyu, i told you to stop calling me that” you corrected with a sigh, “ and thank you.”

“Fuck- I know i’m sorry, It’s still a bad habit,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly , “ I-I miss you, you know… I know we didn’t end on good terms but-“

“Is this what you followed me out here to say? If so i’m going back to the party-”

Nayeon heard your heels swiftly clack shocking her thinking she would’ve been found out but then they suddenly stopped. She dared to peek over to properly view you both.

Mingyu grasped your wrist firmly, brows furrowing in frustration, “ Why are you being so cold to me? Do you get a kick out of hurting me like this huh? Is that it? I know you- look at me y/n” he tugged you softly yet firmly to face him again, eyes gazing into yours desperately look for anything, “ i know you wanted to ended things with us but do you really have to treat me like a stranger, did you really forget everything, do you really feel nothing for me anymore? I still-“

“Sunbaenim,” you looked up at him icily yanking your arm from his grasp ,” This is hardly appropriate, you have a girlfriend. It’s been months, let it go. It would’ve never worked between us anyways, Nayeon is good to you don’t be reckless over a little fling”

“Fling?! H-how could you- a fling doesn’t last for over year, a fling doesn’t make love like we did, a fling doesn’t meet your family, a fling doesn’t talk about moving in and getting married in the future dammit y/n i was inlove with you!, “ his voice trembled, fists shaking by his side, “You just iced me out of no where, ignoring my messages, stopped answering my calls, and then suddenly breaking up over text?! You keep playing down our relationship as if all of it never happened. You never even gave me a proper reason, I’m supposed to hate you for casting me aside like nothing by and yet why can’t I huh? Even while you’re glaring at me like that with those big beautiful eyes all i wanna do is make them roll back.”

Nayeon couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw his knees hit the floor, You pulled at his shoulders with a curt “enough of this” but he shook you off in favor of furrowing his head into your stomach .

“ Youre so cruel Y/n, how can you show a man heaven then yank it away from his grasp like this. You’re going to drive me insane. You know I can’t live without you, you’re the one who ruined me like this and you can’t even take responsibility for it…”

Nayeon wasn’t able to see your conflicted expression as Mingyu grasped at your waist sniffling onto the fabric of your dress but she didn’t need to.

She moved to the exit as she couldn’t bare to hear anymore but she wasnt quick enough to escape the last words Mingyu whispered.

“Fuck-I…I love you so much, Angel”

Heartbreak doesn’t even begin to describe Nayeons current emotional state. She dashed home without a word, cried in the shower and then curled up on her bed in a pile of misery. Mingyu didn’t stop by to sleep over like normal that night and it drove her mad. All she got was a goodnight text saying he was gonna stay with wonwoo. But is that really where he was? Maybe he was with y/n, moaning angel [she mocked in her head] and giving her all of himself forgetting he had a whole girlfriend. So when ever he got that distant look in his eye was he thinking of her? When he moaned angel, was that what he’d moan in her ear? Was he wishing to be inside her instead? When he was backstage did his heart beat out of his chest just by the sight of her? The reason Nayeon feels like shit is all because of her.

It took her a while before she decided to respond to Mingyu. She ignored his texts and inquiries for about a week before she sent him the “we need to talk” message. She didn’t know what to expect or where to start but she was hoping that their previous friendship would be enough for him to not completely run over her feelings anymore than the whole situation had.

He came over the the next evening after his gym session sporting a grey sweatshirt and pants combo. She couldn’t tell if this was on purpose but she had to stay strong to find the answers she so desperately needed. He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek that still made her heart jump after everything that she’s heard before promptly sitting on the couch.

Nayeon sat down awkwardly across from him not sure where to start. “um do you want anything to drink? i think i have-“ she started looking anywhere but at him.

“Nayeon,” he called gently making her look up hesitantly, “ Ask me anything, I won’t lie to you.”

He looked her earnestly in the eyes and it took Nayeon a second to come to the conclusion that he knows that she knows. Before she could question how he answered for her.

“ Somi told me you were looking for me that night,” He started slowly, “ You suddenly going home, not answering your phone, and then saying we need to talk… i pretty much guessed what was up… so ask me anything and i’ll tell you everything, you deserve to know”

She felt her eyes well up in tears at his honest reply not being able to stop herself from the question she wanted to know the most.

“Did you sleep with her while we were together?!”

“ No, I hadn’t talked to or seen her for months before we got together. I don’t know how much you saw the night of the party but I didn’t sleep with her then either.”

“…Did you want to?”

“N-Nayeon-“

“ Please just a-answer the question”

“…yeah”

She felt the frog in her throat at that but kept the questions searing her heart coming.

“ How did you two meet?”

“ I heard her singing in the practice rooms at Hybe before her debut, but i first saw her physically shortly after her debut at Mnet”

“ H-how did your relationship start?”

“ I think i was drawn when i first heard her voice from way back then, when we officially met I-I wanted to get close to her and the more time we spent together the more harder it got to stay away”

“ We’ve been friends this whole time, how come i’ve never met her?”

“ She didn’t want anyone to know we were dating. So we never interacted in public only wonwoo really knew. Since we live together”

Nayeon tried to think back to around the time they were supposedly dating. She’d sometimes catch hints of hickies on his neck or him smiling at his phone but she just thought he was just fooling around and not committed to anyone. She remembered feeling severely envious though, because that was the happiest she had ever seen him. And if everything he says is true it matches the depressive episode he was in months before they got together, if that’s when she cut him off from what he said that night.

She wiped her tears feeling a bit more whole to look him in the eyes again, “ But why her? Don’t get me wrong she’s pretty and all but you’re not the type of guy who only cares about that. The way she talked to you at the party—she seems like a fucking bitch”

He actually laughed out loud at that, a soft look taking over his face, “Yeah i know, she’s hardheaded, mean, and rude but that’s just one aspect to her. She’s also creative, headstrong, caring, and sensitive… Nayeon I’m sorry,” he switched suddenly, “ I might’ve not physically cheated on you but i still disrespected this relationship and our friendship. I enjoyed our time together and i really wanted it to be you, I wanted to forget about Y/n and live a nice easy love with you b-but seeing her at the party reminded jus how far gone i am. One look and i’m back where I started” He lowered his head in his hands, “You don’t have to forgive me but please know nothing is wrong with you, you are amazing I just- I’m-“

“In love with Y/n right?,” Nayeon finished tears flowing freely at some point. She wish she could yell and scream and call him names but even now she felt his apology from the bottom of his heart. It was never her, it was never gonna truly be her.

She felt the couch next to her dip and the warmth of his embrace. She couldn’t help but fall into it, her cries tumbling into hiccups, mourning of her love lost. “S-So are we done? You’re breaking up with m-me? Are you going to her now?”

He patted her back softly, “ I don’t want to hurt you anymore, knowing i can’t give you what you want and deserve… and even though i love Y/n as i’m sure you heard she’s adamant on pushing me away. We haven’t even talked since that night… plus i’m pretty sure y/n still has my number blocked lol”

“I d-didn’t know you liked emotional unavailable girls Mingyu,” she tried to joke between her gasps, “i would’ve changed my tactics” she wailed into his sweatshirt.

She felt his chest rumble in suppressed laughter before whispered apologies into her hair. It hurt so bad but she could never hate Mingyu. You on the other hand is a different story but she knew albeit not anytime soon she’d eventually have to come to terms with this and hopefully one day her and Mingyu could get back to how they were before, as friends.

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Mingyu left Nayeon apartment guiltily feeling lighter despite breaking his friends heart. In times like these he cursed you so much for causing all this chaos in his life and at the same time he imagines you in his embrace, whispering sweet everythings into your ear.

He threw his keys in his dish tray once reaching his apartment before grabbing a beer and joining wonwoo in the living room.

“…Well you don’t have any scratches on your face,” Wonwoo analyzed, “ So i’m guessing things went well i hope?”

Mingyu scoffed sarcastically while cracking open his can, “Hyung what the hell am i doing, something must be wrong with my head…” he pouts before taking a big gulp.

“Yeah they say love is one hell of a drug,” Wonwoo offers, “But honestly are you really okay with ending things with Nayeon, it’s safe and certain unlike Y/n”

Mingyu takes a deep breath before answering, “ As long as Y/n exists I don’t think i can truly be happy with another. I don’t know what she slipped into my food when i wasn’t looking but nothing compares. Nayeon is everything right on paper but why…. i jus can’t- It’s ugh,” he gives up and ops for his drink again.

Wonwoo ponders for a moment, “ You are a bit of a masochist,”

“Ya.”

“ So when are you gonna talk to Y/n? Makes no sense breaking up with Nayeon because of her if not to work things out right?”

“ But hyung, that’s what i tried to do at the party, literally begged on my knees and she still left me there,” he laid back in the couch as if he were in a therapy session, “ I jus don’t get it, we were doing so well. As long as we were together everything was gonna be alright, the power could be out and she’d find flashlights and build a pillow fort. She’d find the coolest art pieces and trinkets and gift them to me, she’d always be my second hand in the kitchen even if it’s jus stirring and taste testing. Everyday felt like a dream, there was never a dull time. We could literally have the time of our lives trapped in a cardboard box. We’d spend nights just drinking wine and talking about our hopes and aspirations and everything under the sun, i’d do anything to make her dreams come true and she had the nerve to say it was a fucking fling??”

Upon reminiscing he couldn’t help the tightness in his chest and on top of that the resurfacing of anger because how can all of that happen and you act as if it didn’t. No matter what you tried to paint it out as he knew it was real for both of you.

Wonwoo patted his shoulder reassuringly feeling him getting worked up again. “ Didnt everything change after she came back from visiting her family after the Le Sserafim mini tour? I remember didn’t all her members go visit her family too?”

“Yeah why?” Mingyu questioned not understanding what he was getting at.

“Try asking them, maybe they know something you don’t. I’m not judging but I always thought it was weird how she never talks about her family. Whenever you’d ask to meet them she’d change the subject. Maybe it’s got something to do with that,” Wonwoo was really wracking his brain overtime trying to find some sort of lead. He’d seen Mingyu and Y/n before all this mess and he was convinced they were soulmates then so maybe they just needed some guidance now.

Mingyu drunk in silence as he thought over Wonwoo’s words more. He remembered how scared you were when you first met his family despite his adamant affirmations that they already loved you. You were so jittery and out of your element telling him later that night you’ve never seen a family so loving. He considered his family pretty average though. He remembered the fear in your eyes when he asked to meet your family only for you to pull him in for a hot kiss purposefully rendering his brain off course. He didn’t think much of it at the time but now he’s starting to see Wonwoo’s train of thought

“I’ll try contacting Yunjin”

After asking around in a couple of friend groups he finally was linked to Yunjin’s Kakao. Despite being head over heels in love with a member in her group she had little inkling about the severity of his and Y/n’s relationship until the end that is. Normally Y/n would sneak out to his place which was why Wonwoo knew her pretty well, but her members only found out when Mingyu barged into their dorms demanding to talk to Y/n after her casual “let’s break up” text those many months ago. He had no idea how the explaining went after that but Yunjin didn’t seem too surprised at his, “Hey yunjin, this is Mingyu… do you think we could meet up and talk soon. I’m sure i don’t have to tell you to keep this between us.”

A couple hours later he received his reply.

“Sunbaenim! Ofc we should be back in Korea in a week. Cafe by hybe sound good?”

A week came sooner than one would think, his mind giddy because maybe he could finally get some progress in understanding why you left him. He waited patiently at the back of the cafe with a baseball cap tapping away at his phone. He opted to swipe through his secret gallery of pics he saved of you even after the break up, thumb running softly along the pixels of your cheek.

“Sunbaenim!”

Mingyu jumped at the sudden appearance of fiery hair as Yunjin sat down. He greeted her before calling the barista over to get her drink settled along with his.

“ How were the concerts in Paris?” He made small talk.

“ It was our first time going, it’s so beautiful there and God the food was amazing,” she spoke animatedly before squinting her eyes knowingly,” but i know that’s not what you messaged me for.”

He held his hand ups in defeat with a sheepish smile, “How is she?”

“ Honestly… Y/n-ah is normally the one who brings us all together and the glue to our group but she’s been so quiet lately which is so unlike her, “ Yunjin eyes glossed a bit, “I worry about her a lot because only few know how much she cares and how much she hurts. She never lets us in and that’s why i was so shocked that she was seeing someone but i was glad because she was so happy. Her smile really reached her eyes you know, even though at the time i didn’t know who it was and i only found out cause she left her phone in the living room and i saw the name “Nose Picker🩵” and you messaging you loved her and for her to get some rest.” She giggled softly at the memory.

Mingyu’s heart squeezed at the stupid nickname he asked her to change a million times. “ D-did she tell you anything after i stormed into your dorms, sorry about that by the way,”

Yunjin looked hesitant not sure how to phrase what wasn’t in her place to say. “Um- after you left she just got so quiet b-but that night i heard her crying and so i went over to her and held her. But she jus kept saying so many negative things about herself and repeating the things her mom-“ Yunjin clasped her mouth feeling wrong for exposing your problems like this without your consent. You explicitly told her to never talk about that night but Mingyu staring at her with desperation in his eyes was breaking her resolve.

“Yunjin what is it?! Please tell me, more than anyone i want her happiness Yunjin please,” he grasped her hands tears threatening to drop,” Please”

Orbs shaking Yunjin sighed in defeat before continuing in a meek voice ,” The other members didn’t really understand because her family speaks english but I understood…. I understood e-everything…”

Yunjin followed as you led the girls into your childhood home. That morning you were on edge but since the last touring city ended up in your home town everyone insisted on meeting your family and sleeping over that night. Yunjin was excited to see a part of you you don’t normally share in hopes of getting closer to you and bragging about you to your family.

Your family were relatively normal looking and kind enough to them as everyone gathered around the dinner table. The spread of food was vast for such short notice, not having to worry about diets since you all were on break after this was a nice bonus as well. Everyone fell into a lull of conversation but something felt strange to Yunjin. You were so quiet, just poking at your food aimlessly. To liven up your spirits she was about to compliment your parents home until your mother finally directed her attention towards you.

“What why aren’t you eating, i cooked all this food for you and your little friends the least you can do is eat it.” Your mom stated quite abrasively.

With out lifting your head or taking a moment to breathe your responded, “ I’m not hungry”

Your mom laughed condescendingly at that, “You? Not hungry, ahh come on you use to be so big when you were younger you’d eat up everything. You afraid to blow up like that again? Actually maybe you shouldn’t eat, you don’t want to look like that again right. Oh my i remember I used to be so embarrassed taking you anywhere with me. All your cousins were so small and here you were taking up so much space. It’s good you finally stopped eating so much, you’re so pretty now too! You really take after me now ya know-“

Yunjin watched in complete horror as your mother rambled on stabbing knife after knife into your esteem with no care in the world as you just sat there taking the public embarrassment. You always stood up for the girls against the strict dietary guidelines and always reassured them how beautiful they were and yet here you were, eyes listless as you absorbed everything your mother spewed like a sponge.

“-You know i was so worried about you, especially when you use to cut yourself in highschool. I mean who does that do you know how bad that made me look and you missed so many days of school doing Lord knows what. You almost got me in trouble it was so humiliating when your teacher had to visit our home, you know everyone in the neighborhood saw that. And then you randomly wanted to go to korea to become a performer, Haha that one gave me a good laugh for the longest time but hey who knew there was actually something you were good at, i’ve been spending your monthly checks at the new med spa that opened down town-“

Yunjin felt her own tears welling up in her eyes, she wish you’d say something, she wish she could say something but she was in such shock. She grew up in a loving family, albeit they had their problems but she’s never witnessed a catastrophe of a dinner like this. She glanced back at you and reached for your hand under the table but you didn’t react at all. Until the next batch of words your mother had for you.

“ And why didn’t you tell me you were dating! I was worried you’d end up alone you know, you never brought a boy home, i mean i know you were a bit chubby but atleast one boy had to have liked you,”

“…How did you know i’m dating someone?,” You finally spoke breath caught in your throat.

“It was about a week or so ago, i ran out of the money you usually send so i was calling for more which after all i’ve done for you raising and keeping a roof over your head i don’t know why you have me on such a small stipend but anyways a man picked up. His english was a little choppy but he introduced himself as your boyfriend ha! can you believe that. I was curious how he looked so i googled his name and I have to hand it to you, i don’t know what he sees in you but make sure you keep that one, he’s one hell of a catch. I bet you havent told him about your little stunt in highschool or how huge you used to be, makes sure he never finds out or else he’s not gonna want you anymore, okay honey, men like that like their women with no baggage and i want grand babies before i die, all the nurses at the hospital are always bragging and showing pictures and i have nothing to show” your mother finally finished

You were shaking. Yunjin was holding your hand so tightly. Chaewon picked up on the unpleasant vibe but knew better than to say anything. Dinner concluded, you all thanked your parents for dinner and cleaned the table before all the members packed up in your childhood bedroom for the night. When she was sure everyone was asleep Yunjin turned to you.

“Y/n-ah I’m so s-sorry,” she weeped into your side. But you didn’t say anything, you jus hummed before turning over and going to sleep.

The next morning you all packed up to head for the airport. Yunjin overheard your mom asking for more money before giving you a hug after you wired it. She told you she loved you but you didn’t reply.

“A few weeks a-after that, “Yunjin hiccuped,” is when you barged in the dorm. A-and that night Y/n-ah finally cried and she-“ Yunjin was full on bawling , “ She was saying s-so many bad things about herself a-and i didn’t know what to s-say. I’ve never seen h-her like that.

She buried her face in her hands recollecting that night. And Mingyu… he was furious. Furious for entertaining that witch on the phone, furious for not seeing sooner how far your insecurities went, his face red in anger but also guilt for being so blind. So much made sense about you. You would never fully finish your meals, you always wore such baggy and covering clothes when not on stage, you hated when he took pictures of you and you hated smiling critiquing how your cheeks spread, you always were one to listen to others venting but never partook in your own, you always talked about dreams of the future cryptically as if you’d never be around to reach them, when he tried to be affectionate with you in public you’d always slink away from him and last and not least you pushed him away in fear of revealing the bits you so desperately wanted to hide; afraid it’d affect his perception of you.

But you were so so wrong. He needed you to understand, he saw you, his angel. Maybe it wasn’t as clear in the past but he saw you now and it changed nothing. He loved you with all his being and God he really fucking needed to see you-

“-Where is she?” He demanded determinedly already packing his cup and phone getting ready to go.

“I-I don’t know,” Yunjin answered honestly,” When we aren’t on schedule she leaves her phone at the dorm and just l-leaves-“

“ What! Do you know how dangerous that is, why hasn’t anyone stopped her!” He could feel himself falling apart, he needed to see you very badly, he needed to make sure you were okay with his own eyes, and if you weren’t he needed to make you okay somehow.

“ She always leaves at the most random times, she normally gets back in the e-evening?” Yunjin wiped her red eyes for the umpteenth time.

He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to run around Seoul like a chicken with its head cut off but he had no clue where to look. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate at this rate, he felt like such an idiot, he should’ve fought harder if only he had known how deep the hurt went. He couldn’t help but curse out loud.

“W-Wait Sunbae,” Yunjin spoke up with a revelation, “I’m checking our group chat, I-I think she might’ve taken her Apple Watch, look”

Yunjin turned her phone around showing your supposed location. He looked at the map on her phone, the glowing dot was resting in a building in Myeongdong. He quickly took a screenshot of your location, thanking Yunjin before sprinting to the company car he brought with him that afternoon. He was pretty sure he spilled some of his drink and stepped on some toes on the way to the vehicle but he couldn’t be bothered to even look back.

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To say you were surprised to receive an invitation from Nayeon of all people would be a complete understatement. You never gave her your number so it was probably received from Somi. But here you sat at a fancy restaurant awkwardly staring at each other in silence. You normally just wandered around till it got dark when there wasnt any schedules but you decided to bring your watch just in case your body goes missing. You are aware her and Mingyu broke up and you are pretty sure this invitation out wasn’t to begin a beautiful friendship with the way she was glaring at you.

“ So-“

“ I-“

You both tried talking at the same time. Cringing inwardly you bowed your head for her to take the lead.

“ You know i don’t like you right.”

Oof straight for the throat but you didn’t have much to say to that, cause you didn’t like you either.

“Yeah i figured as much,” you sipped your water, “ so why the invitation?”

“ I wanted to see for myself what’s got Mingyu so wound up,” She tilted her head scrutinizing you, “ So far i’m unimpressed.”

“ Listen if you just invited me here to take jabs at me-“

“ You’re pathetic.”

Okay that one made you roll your eyes. You gathered your purse ready to get up and leave until she continued.

“ You have an amazing man so completely enamored with your very being and yet you are stomping all over his heart. At first i thought you were just a bitch-“

You put your purse back down, uncomfortably shifting as she stared you right in your eyes.

“ I’ve been watching you ya know, you walk around like a pile of self loathing on a stick, it’s so hard to watch. I don’t know your story but I can assure you right now nothing will change how that man thinks of you. And as his friend you hurting him is a me issue now. That fool is so hard headed i’m pretty sure if i told him you murdered puppies he’d still love you” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as the waiter finally came with your appetizers.

You weren’t good at conversations like this. Well was this even a conversation moreso you were being aggressively spoken at. “Stalking is a crime you know,” you mumbled stabbing a fork into your salad.

“Is that really all you have to say? Don’t play with me, we are not friends. Do you even love Kim Mingyu?” she frankly asked with a chicken wing pointed straight at you.

“Loving him has nothing to do with-“

“ I didn’t want to have to do this but you are being so difficult,” with her clean hand she opened her phone pulling up a compromising picture of Mingyu asleep in bed with Nayeon snuggled to his side. It was clear what they finished doing before it was captured “Answer my question or i’ll keep swiping”

Your nose flared at the photo, jealousy swirled in your stomach even though you had no right. You pushed him away so you had no right to be envious but nevertheless you were. You remembered how that use to be you, losing track of what time you had to sneak back to the dorms because he was so warm and safe and so- Mingyu. Your eyes darkened as she swiped to the next photo, him sucking a hickey onto her inner thigh, looking up at her with those beautiful brown eyes. Your self esteem might’ve been in the gutter but you knew how to be shameless too.

“ Delete all of those pictures right now and I’ll answer,” you challenged staring her right back down.

She picked at some stuck chicken in her teeth with her pinky acrylic, “ Wah you’re so easy, fine fine i’m deleting them. Wasn’t that many anyways- he didn’t like me taking pics,” she mumbled the last part as she clacked away on her phone.

Once you were positive they were all gone your expression finally softened, lips parting, “I love him so much that i’m scared. I’m scared because i can take when others hurt and abandon me… but if Mingyu does… if he ever gets tired of me or casts me aside i really won’t be able to survive it. That’s the one thing i won’t be able to bounce back from. When i’m with him my heart is no longer my own and that terrifies me. Trust isn’t something that comes easy but i have no control over myself because of him. I’m used to everything blowing up in my face, always being the butt of the joke, nothing ever working out in my favor so why should i believe for once that the good that is Mingyu isn’t going to turn on me one day as well?”

“ Because it’s fucking Mingyu,” she stated matter of factly , “ Gods apology to man if you will.”

You huffed at that, finding it hard to disagree with that childish logic. After that you both jus ate in silence, probably both thinking of Mingyu to some compacity. By time the entré came out Nayeon was ready to talk again.

“ I knew he never loved me,” she sighed,” but even then he tried his hardest to. Gosh i wanna jus cry, the sex was so bomb too — i hate you so much” she pouted as she cut into her steak rather aggressively.

This time you actually laughed. A real one that touched you eyes. You held your stomach finding it hard to stop, lost in your mirth. In that moment Nayeon felt like she caught a glimpse of the Y/n he described a week ago.

You both payed for your separate meals, Nayeon left with a “I would offer you a ride but i still don’t like you” so you made your way down the street, no destination in mind, shaking your head softly at the fiasco that dinner was. You didn’t make it far before a pair of large arms wrapped around you from behind. You should’ve screamed for help if it was anyone else but you knew this embrace.

“Angel,” he whispered against your neck out of breath

“Mingyu what are you doing,”. You tugged on his arms to avail, “I was about to call the police on you, you can’t just grab people like that in- hey are you listening to me”

No he wasn’t in fact. To busy burrowing his head further in the crevice of your neck, humming softly as he pulled you flush against him. You tried to atleast to turn around in his hold but was met with a stubborn whine.

“ Mingyu, people are looking.. s-stop before someone recognizes us,” You try to shrink away from the onlookers.

He intakes your scent with a deep breathe before finding the willpower to release his limbs before dragging you to what seemed to be a parking lot. You don’t fuss much at that point letting him tug you along until you were seated and buckled safety in to his passenger seat of his car. You kept your eyes forward as he ran to his side and slid in himself. Before he moved to pull off you felt him staring shamelessly at the side of your face. Your own face starting to warm at the intensity of his gaze.

“ What is up with everyone today,” you rolled your eyes before turning in your seat to face him square on, “Care to explain to me how you knew exactly where I was? Are you stalking me too??”

His eyes were still darting around every inch of you with that silly expression on his face, “You look so nice today, did you go out to eat? Are you still hungry? What do you mean too, is someone bothering you? Also I know this nice spot by-“

You move to unbuckle your seatbelt but his hands beat you there, grabbing both your wrists in one hand. “Mingyu let me-“

“Gyu.”

“What?!” you huffed failing miserable against his hold , “ This is not the time to act cute, I’ll scream I swear I-“

This time he yanked you forward by your wrists and slot his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Instantly your body like muscle memory became liquid in his grasp no longer caring to escape him. With his free hand he held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger angling you side ways so he could eagerly push his tongue past your soft lips. He didn’t mean for things to happen in that order honestly. He wanted to make sure you were safe and okay but seeing you always scrambled his thoughts and now he’s sucking on your tongue in the parking lot getting high off your breathy moans. Lost in the nasty wet tongue kiss he subconsciously loosened the grip he had on your wrists in favor holding both sides of your face as he swirled his tongue around yours.

You cursed yourself in your head for clutching onto his tshirt pathetically as you let him defile your mouth. At the rate he was going you were gonna pass out from the lack of air and intimacy of it all. You dragged your fingertips up to the juncture of his jaw line and neck before giving a firm enough pinch. Understanding you immediately he pulled back just to give you a couple more passionate smooches, eyes low as you both watched the string of saliva slowly give way between you. It’s landed on your chin which he brazenly licked off before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Finally done with the impromptu makeout you both gazed at each other out of breathe, periodically looking back down at each others lips.

He caressed your cheeks with his thumb softly, something he’d been dreaming of doing again for months , “Hi” Those charming canines of his flashing at you.

You didn’t have it in you to play aloof with him in that moment, not after you jus swallowed an embarrassing amount of his spit. “Gyu how’d you find me?”

“Yunjin,” He answered quick leaning back in ready for round two, tongue already sticking out but you pushed him back by his forehead.

“ …Gyu you’ve been wanting to talk to me about the breakup since it happened right?,” you closed your eyes in defeat, some of Nayeons words urging to on, “I’m giving you the chance now, so are we gonna talk and i can’t guarantee if there will be later. I know you didn’t come all the way here just to make out. ”

“Shit fuck that’s-“ he rubbed the back of his neck in shame, “I’m sorry I just got so carried away, yes we need to talk please. Can i take you back to my place?”

You sighed but nodded turning your head to focus on the road. He quickly started up the car not wanting to ruin this chance but not before pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead, hopefully you’d let that one slide just for him. You made no comment on it as he sped back to his place in silence.

Always the gentleman he kept your door on child lock so you wouldn’t get out without him opening the door for you once you reached. You couldn’t help the small smile at his childish mannerisms. Such a big baby. You allowed him to hold your hand as you both made your way to his place. Once inside you were hit with the nostalgia of his apartment, his heady scent was everywhere already making your heart race.

He locked the door behind you before getting you something to drink, “Wonwoo is out on a brand trip,” He offered once he’d heard you sit down on their couch.

You hmed at the information too busy looking all around the apartment you use to frequent. It brought back a lot of memories of the past from the chaotic cooking dates, snuggling on the living room floor staring up at the cheap star projector, to fucking like teenagers in your epic pillow fort till all the sheets collapsed around you both.

The sound of your cup of apple juice being placed down on the table took you out of your reverie as Mingyu sat down next to you. Ever the offender of having no sense of personal space, he situated him self directly against you despite the plentiful seats in the living area. You felt like you should’ve told him to move but you found yourself being honest for once; you didn’t want him to.

“So um,” he decided to break the tension, “C-can i hold your hand again while we talk?”

You relinquished your hand to him, both of you angling you bodies inwards to each other before you looked up at him waiting for him to ask his questions.

His heart compressed painfully at the sight of your big eyes but he forced himself to stay focused.

“ As i’m sure you know me and Nayeon broke up.” He waited for your acknowledgment before continuing, ” I won’t lie and say our meeting at the Somi’s party wasn’t the catalyst for alot of things but it made it clear especially despite trying to move on I physically can’t. I can’t move on from you and I don’t want to move on from you.” His thumb brushed your over knuckles, “When you broke up with me like that I wanted to be done with you, you hurt me Y/n… so so bad.”

Your eyes reflected the same glistened look as his as the guilt of carelessly casting Mingyu aside finally was catching up to you after all those months of dodging feelings. You bit your lip waiting for him to proceed.

“I just wanted to mean something to you, and when i finally was getting back to myself one look from you and back to begging on my knees like i was months ago.”

“G-gyu” you sniffled and went to cup his face in your palms. He probably didn’t even realize the single tear you were currently thumbing away at. “I- no amount of apologies will ever equate to how i treated you. But regardless I’m sorry for taking out my insecurities out on you. God knows you’ve been nothing but amazing and i still desperately tried to sabotage that all. I still think you deserve a better girl, don’t settle for me Gyu you deserve the world.”

He held onto your hands to keep your touch on him. “ I don’t care what you think i deserve, I want you. Even after everything I forgive you whether you want to be forgiven or not a-and Yunjin told me about seeing your parents-“

You sharply sucked in a breath before trying to yank your hands back to your lap but he held them firmly bringing them to his chest, “Don’t do that Y/n, don’t try to close up on me like that please. Not again, Don’t- shit angel don’t cry”

His heart broke at your vulnerable expression, lip quivering as you tried to lean away from but he wasn’t having it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your securely into his chest, caressing your spine while cooing into your crown.

You hiccuped uncontrollably into his chest, “ Sh-she promised she wouldn’t saying anything, she promised!”

“Please don’t blame Yunjin, I didn’t really give her choice, I just needed to know why you came back to me so closed off. Im sorry for picking up your mother’s call back then, I had no right to but Y/n don’t feel ashamed please. You are so strong, so beautiful, so worthy of everything despite what she says. My mom loves you ya know, you can share her if you’d like,” he peppered kisses across your face, “you’ll just have to marry me of course…”

You choked on a laugh between the ugly cries that wracked through you. Maybe it was the tears but your mind felt a bit lighter, “Gyu… I-I love you but i’m terrified. “ You admitted “after years of constantly being ridiculed and belittled as if im nothing i can’t help but believe it. I’m so embarrassed about having a mother like her and i’m ashamed with myself. But wh-whenever im with you i feel alive but she always finds a way to say the exact words to knock me all the way back down. For my own mother to think so lowly of me how am i s-supposed to stand proudly by your side. You are so blinding, so kind, so talented, so honest, so good; everything i’m not.”

“But to me you’re all those things and more. I’m only my best self when i’m with you, because of you. You really have no idea the power you hold not just on me but the people around you. Your mother doesn’t deserve you and she doesn’t define you. How someone can treat such a wonderful daughter like you like that still blows my mind. You deserve to be valued and praised just for existing simply because you are you. ”

By this point your foreheads were pressed together, your hiccups finally simmering down. He kissed your nose softly before wiping away your tears. “I know years of hurt can’t be done away in one night but can you promise me something Angel”

You sniffled cutely before looking up at him again , “Mmhm”

“Let me see the ugly, it’s okay if you cry, scream, yell but do it to me. Let me share your burdens, you don’t have to do it all alone. Please rely on me, it’s what i’m here for”

You wrapped your arms around him sighing into his chest. You felt so drained and lightheaded so tired but still you couldn’t deny the immense relief you felt off your heavy heart, “… You love me?” you whispered timidly.

“More than you’ll ever know,” He kissed your brow sweetly.

“Okay then… I’ll be in your care from now on” you unhurriedly pressed a kiss to his jaw before yawning,” I know there’s still so much more we have to talk about but can we talk more in the morning?”

He smiled fondly as you rubbed your eyes sleepily, nose still stuffy from your tears. He leaned down to press a proper kiss on your plush lips, “Of course my Angel,” You both gazed longing at each other a bit longer neither making the move to get up. He took the bait again and gave you a languid open mouthed kiss before whispering dreamily against your lips, “I love you.”

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Make a move

summary: you think Aemond is too arrogant to woo you, but he's got some tricks up his sleeve. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader words: ~ 6000 warnings: a bit of bickering and teasing, it gets slightly heated (Aemond has a praise kink, but I doubt anyone is surprised), mostly it's just silly fluff

author's note: this was inspired by "Crazy, stupid, love", particularly the scene where Emma kisses Ryan (one of my favorite on-screen kisses!) and everything that follows. I recently rewatched the movie and had an idea for this story. it's not smth I would usually write, but I couldn't get it out of my head (also, I may or may not have a thing for men's hands... you've been warned)

> English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes

You keep mindlessly tapping your fingers on the wooden table, your cup of wine untouched. You don't really notice the movement, too wrapped up in your thoughts, until your friend Margaret sneers.

"If you don't stop, I might bite your hand off," she says, sitting across the table.

"Then I'll use the other one," you huff but pause your fidgeting. "Better bite my head off, it will do us both more good."

"But I like your head very much," she pouts. "Is this about Thomas again?"

You groan, hiding your face in your hands and thinking back to the conversation you had earlier today with said man. Your emotions are a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as you can't stop thinking about his words.

"He said the meeting will be of great importance. What if he...? You know," you mutter, and Margaret huffs.

"I hope he won't."

"Hey, you are supposed to be my friend!" you playfully pinch her hand, and she fakes a gasp.

"I am your friend. And as your friend, I think you deserve way more than that sad excuse of a man," her face gets serious for a second, and you feel your smile waver.

"Mar, you know I don't have much of a choice," you breathe out, and your heart sinks at the thought. "He isn't that bad, really. He's always been kind to me."

"Sounds like every girl's dream," she rolls her eyes. "And you want to settle down for a kind man? Nothing else?"

"What do you think my options are? Please, enlighten me since I'm clearly missing something," you cross your arms on your chest. You know she's right and she means good, but your frustration gets the best of you.

Luckily, Margaret catches it and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"All I'm saying is that for as long as I can remember you've always dreamt of something more," she extends her hand across the table and lightly squeezes yours. "We've been friends since we were little kids, and you are the most loving person out of everyone I know. Should I remind you who taught me how to dance? Protected me against my idiot brothers?" you giggle at the memory. "You've got an adventurous spirit and a heart of gold. You deserve an epic love story," there's a hint of sadness in her voice.

For a minute you sink into your thoughts again.

"And you think Thomas is not the one?" you sigh.

"He's epically boring at best," Margaret takes a sip out of her cup. "I know he's not the one — and you do, too."

"My parents approve of him," you try to argue, but she's quick to object.

"They only care about your approval. And they mistakenly took your lack of protest for it," Margaret gives you a gloomy look.

"You are aware that I can't wait forever, right? I'm not getting any younger."

"Nor smarter," she snickers.

"Not everyone is lucky to meet the love of their life at the age of 12," you frown. Margaret and Jamie got married three years ago, but they have been betrothed for seven prior to that.

"Fair," she beams, and you can't stay irritated for long. They are still ridiculously in love with each other, and you are really happy for her. You just wish to feel that, too. You crave that indescribable feeling of longing and wanting and caring for someone else — and being loved just as much in return.

"Maybe the concept of love is overrated," you ramble. "It was easy to believe in when I was a kid but... As I'm growing older, it's getting harder to cling to hope, I guess. And I'm trying to make an effort and meet new people and... to show just enough character to not scare them away," you quote your mother. "Yet all of them just... Make me feel nothing. At all. And I...," you realize that Margaret isn't listening, her gaze is on something else behind your back. "Hey, I'm pouring out my heart of gold," you hiss, and her sight shifts to you. Before you can question her behavior, she informs:

"Someone's been keeping an eye on you."

"Margaret, I'm trying to have a serious conversation about my future," you fight the urge to turn around.

"Maybe this is your future!" she winks, and you grunt at her silliness.

"We are in a tavern out of all places! I'd rather take a kind man as my betrothed than a drunk one," you're about to scold her, but your friend's eyes go wide.

"His hair," her voice is barely above the whisper. "I can make out the strands of silver," Margaret slightly leans towards you. "You know what that means?"

"That you had too much wine? Maybe we should call it a night," you suggest, but your friend protests.

"Sit down!" she shushes. "He's coming over here," Margaret puts on a smile that looks painfully forged. The never-ending chattering of people around you makes your head hurt, and you're too tired to play along.

"Mar, it's been a long day, and the last thing I want is to waste my time entertaining some man's arrogance and...," you don't get to finish because he interrupts your train of thought.

"What if a man entertains you?" his voice is low and cocky. You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. You don't want to make a scene in a public place so you pull yourself together, thinking that you can talk your way out of this ridiculous situation.

But when you turn to him, your eyes meeting his, your plan is suddenly forgotten.

He's taller than you, a black cloak covering most of his body and his head, so your attention is naturally drawn to his face. He wears an eyepatch, and you look over his sharp features — his prominent nose, high cheekbones that flow down to the curved contour of lips, plump and alluring. Margaret was right about the hair, but she failed to mention the color of his eye. Taking that into account, it's not hard to guess that he's a Targaryen. Which means that he definitely is arrogant.

Well, two can play that game.

You ignore his question and pointedly don't stand up in his presence:

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I believe the pleasure is all mine," he's only looking at you.

"We've just met, you should not jump to conclusions," you feel Margaret kicking your leg under the table but dismiss her warning.

"Sharp tongue," he notes.

"Will this be a problem?" you challenge him.

"On the contrary," it sounds like he's actually enjoying it.

It's tricky to read his intentions. But when his gaze is concentrated on you, it makes you feel like there's no one else in the room, and that sensation is thrilling.

"What brings you here, if I may ask?" you press, trying to ignore the unknown feeling creeping up on you.

"It's a nice tavern, wouldn't you say so? Since you are here, too."

"No, I mean what brings you to our table. There are plenty of others you could've graced with your presence".

"Something must've caught my eye," he says, and you see a glint of a smile on his lips.

"Some thing? Well, the interior isn't very eye-catching if you ask me. But we might have to disagree on that."

"You aren't very agreeable, it seems."

"That's what servants are for, and I'm not one," you're being defiant yet it doesn't bother him.

"Please, do tell me more about yourself," he swiftly pulls up a nearby chair and sits right next to you, his eye never leaving your face.

"Should you pull another one? For your ego, since it takes quite a lot of space."

He squints at your words, and the corners of his mouth turn into a grin.

"I think we have that in common," he bites back, but there's no anger in his voice. If anything, the man looks curious, and you have to admit that you don't take offense at his wit.

"Are there any other far-reaching conclusions that you managed to come up to?" you turn your body to him, so now you two are opposite each other.

"I only got here a few minutes ago. But I am a great observer should you give me a little more time."

"Am I supposed to take your word for it? You are not as convincing as you think," you impugn, so he pauses briefly.

"You don't trust people easily, do you? How's that for an observation," his voice gets quiet, but his gaze is piercing.

"Men," you correct him. "I don't trust men."

"Any of them dared to break your trust?" he gets a little closer, and you instinctively gravitate toward him.

"That would've required them to gain my trust first," you retort.

"And what would it take for me to do so?"

"Do you expect me to make it easy? That's not very observant of you," your grin matches his own.

"Nothing good comes easy," he murmurs, and you involuntarily lay your eyes on his lips. "But I expect it to be worth it."

You feel a pull toward him, something that's hard to describe but oh so natural to give into. His confidence isn't intimidating but rather attractive, and you can't help but notice how his gaze warms up your whole body. He makes you feel wanted without even doing anything.

But then you think of Thomas. Of the upcoming meeting and your future that depends on it. And you know you can't throw it all away for some silly conversation with a self-confident stranger. No matter how enjoyable it seems to be.

You bite your lip and look away from him.

"That's enough entertainment for today," you put some distance between you two. When you give him a quick glance, you catch a shadow of disappointment on his face.

"Didn't take you for a quitter," the blond comments.

"You should manage your expectations."

"Maybe I should manage yours," he has some nerve.

"That would be very time-consuming," you suddenly realize that he's sitting in your way, and it looks like he isn't going to move.

"Are you in a rush?"

"I am" — "She isn't," you and Margaret say at the same time. You feel your cheeks heating up as you give her a death stare.

"Has anyone told you that you look charming when you are embarrassed?" he remarks, and you want to wipe the smirk off his face. Preferably with your lips. You mentally scold yourself and push that thought away.

"Does this usually work for you?" you get up, thinking of a way out.

"You tell me," he leans back on his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly aware that he's blocking your exit.

"Cornering women in taverns is your way of flirting?" you think how to distract him, but nothing springs to mind. "And then what, you just drag them into your man cave?"

"They come voluntarily," it looks like your words struck a chord, but he keeps up the facade of indifference. "I happen to live nearby," he notes casually.

"We both know that's not exactly true," you scoff with a tilt of your head. You are positive that the walk to the castle will take at least thirty minutes.

"Want to bet?" he sits up straight.

"And what do I get out of this?"

He looks you up and down before answering:

"Me."

He's pushing his luck at this point.

You glance around and take note that the tavern is packed with people, and no one is paying attention to you. You also realize that Margaret already sneaked out and is standing at the door. She raises an eyebrow with a silent question, as if asking what are you going to do.

That's when you decide you can push some boundaries, too.

Your eyes are back on the man in front of you. Without giving it a second thought, you step closer to him.

"Was that supposed to make me weak in the knees?" you whisper, and his face expression melts into an amused one. Seizing the moment, you yank your dress up and throw a leg over him. He immediately looks down at the exposed skin of your thigh, his mouth is slightly agape as he's now sitting between your legs. You see him tensing up, his fingers clenching into fists as if he's fighting the urge to put his hands on you. You think that if he does, you're not going anywhere. You wouldn't want to go anywhere — the realization makes you tremble, and you know that you don't have much time.

You boldly place your hand on his shoulder, pressing him back onto the chair.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are not that impressive," you say, throwing your other leg over him and successfully moving away.

When you get to the door, the look on Margaret's face is priceless. You grab her by the arm and drag her outside in a hurry, merging into the crowd of passers-by.

"I need you to explain what the h...," she starts, but you interrupt her.

"Please, don't," you snarl. "Don't say anything, just give me five minutes."

You can't even explain to yourself what happened back there and why you did that. You think of his gaze roaming over your body, the depth of his voice and the curves of his lips. You tell yourself that you need to get him out of your head as soon as possible. You fail miserably.

One week later, you're dining with Thomas at his house, and yet your mind wanders back to the arrogant one-eyed man. Aemond, as you've learned — and it wasn't that you wanted to, but fate had other plans.

And by fate, you mean Margaret.

Once her five minutes were up, she couldn't stop talking. By the time you came home, you got his whole backstory — the second-born son of the King, has two brothers and two sisters, rides the biggest dragon in the world. Overly confident, stubborn, wears an eyepatch because he doesn't want to scare the ladies of the court. Usually doesn't talk much.

Unlike Thomas who gathered his whole family and can't stop blabbing. You struggle to participate in their conversation, giving polite smiles left and right. You don't know what to expect of the evening, and it makes you nervous. And not in a good way. All of a sudden the possibility of marrying Thomas doesn't seem to be the best.

From the corner of your eye, you catch him standing up, clearly readying himself for a speech. He has a manner of pursing his lips every time he's agitated, and it looks weird. That's also how it felt when he kissed you, which is probably the reason you haven't done much kissing after that. You wonder what it's like to kiss Aemond. Just thinking of it makes your heart rate speed up, and you nervously gulp half a cup of wine.

"I gathered all of you today to make an important announcement," he starts his pompous monologue, "that may not come as a surprise to some of you."

You cautiously look at the door.

"But, as of recently, I received inspiration to change the course of my life. And I decided to devote myself to the service of Gods".

You nearly choke on your drink. In all the years you've known Thomas, he's never been to a chapel once.

"And I wanted to grant you this privilege to be the first ones to know."

You've got to be kidding me. You wait for any other announcements — literally anything else — but Thomas goes back to chattering, also accepting pointless congratulations. It takes you ten painfully long minutes to get a chance to talk to him alone.

"May I have a word?" you inquire, and the two of you move to the far end of the room.

"It's about your speech," you clarify. "It might sound silly, but I thought that you were planning... Um," you're trying to formulate your concerns. "I was wondering, how would you describe our relationship? Or the prospect of it, I should say," you give him a tight smile.

"Oh," his face pales slightly.

Your facial expression mirrors his. "Oh"?

"I am actually glad you asked," he awkwardly takes your hands in his, and you notice how sweaty his palms are.

"You know, Y/N, you've been a great companion of mine," his voice is as weak as his smile. "And I am forever grateful for those moments that we shared as they only brought me joy," his hands feel like jelly, and you don't want to hold them. Like, ever.

"But now that I'm choosing to follow my destiny," you do your best to suppress a chuckle at his dramatic phrasing. "I decided that... I need some time to figure out how I feel. About us."

You look at him, dumbfounded, his words sinking in.

"You need... some time?" you drawl, feeling an emotion bubbling up in your chest. You are not sure what it is. "You? Need to think about us?" you repeat, and he nods, his brows furrowed at your reaction.

There's a moment of silence, and then you hear yourself laughing. You can't control it as you're overcome with emotion, your laughter only growing stronger, to the point of you tearing up a bit. The emotion is relief. There's no way you'll ever marry this man.

"I am the one who should be glad, Thomas," you shake his hand while he seems wildly perplexed, all of his guests staring at you. "Thank you for your honesty, really. I hope you will be successful in all your endeavors, marriage included."

He opens his mouth to say something, but you already turned around.

"Y/N? Where are you going?!"

You stop for a second, your thoughts rushing back to the conversation with Margaret. To that evening in the tavern.

"I have a meeting, it's of great importance," you say and quicken your pace. You reach the tavern when it's already getting dark, the weather is cloudy, and your coat is wet in the light drizzle. You walk in a daze as you're torn between being excited and anxious. There is a chance that Aemond won't be there. That he doesn't remember you. That he's with someone else. That he had a change of heart. That he...

You spot him almost immediately after you walk in.

Coincidentally or not, he's sitting at the exact same table you were at the first time you met. You stay still as his eye absentmindedly wanders around the room and then lands on you. Aemond stands up — way too quickly — and you see a well-known grin growing on his face. Your eyes dart to his lips, and the question pops up in your head again.

You feel the pull — and before you can think, your body follows it.

He keeps his gaze on you, his brows rising at the speed of your approach. You cover the distance in a heartbeat, your hands reaching his face, and he slightly flinches, probably because your fingers are cold from being outside. And then you stand on your tiptoes and crash your lips onto his without any hesitation.

He gasps, surprised and frozen for a moment. It takes just a couple of seconds for him to melt into the kiss, and his hands are instantly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Aemond's lips are way softer than you anticipated — and it's the only thing on your mind. His mouth on yours, warm and exploring, the slow pacing of the kiss that leaves you lightheaded and yearning for more.

He presses your body into his, lifting you up with ease, and your feet leave the ground. You tug his hood further down so it covers most of your face, too, and then you slide your thumb up the sharp line of his jaw. His tongue runs over your lower lip, and you feel a wave of heat rising in your stomach.

You pull away before you can take it too far.

"You remember me?" you ask him, panting.

He hums, his eye focused on your lips.

"Still believe that nothing good comes easy?" you mimic his words, but he ignores your jesting.

"Definitely," Aemond looks you in the eyes, keeping his hands on your waist.

"Is the bet still on?"

"Yes," the corners of his mouth curl.

"Lead the way, then." By the time you reach the castle, the rain is pouring in full force, and your clothes are drenched. The two of you rush through the streets, your hands intertwined, and it feels like it only takes about ten minutes before you sneak into his chambers, both out of breath and giggling.

Only when you take a look around the unfamiliar settings, it suddenly dawns on you that you are all alone with a man you barely know, and your bravery starts fading away.

Whether Aemond notices the change in your mood or not, you can't tell, but he respectfully keeps his distance.

"You need to get out of these," he points at your coat and dress. "They're soaking wet."

"Is this your way of trying to get me naked?" you eye him suspiciously, making Aemond scoff.

"I just don't want you to catch a cold," he honestly states. "I'll fetch you a shirt of mine." Sensing your doubts, he adds: "Don't worry, it's long enough."

He brings you the shirt and politely turns away, going to the other end of the room to light the fireplace. On his way there, he removes the cloak and the jacket, his upper body only covered by the same piece of clothing he gave you. You watch him carefully, noting the movement of his back muscles as he bends down.

The sparkling glow of fire brings you back to reality, and you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the undergarments on, which are luckily dry. You put on his shirt, and it barely reaches your knees, but the material feels nice and comfortable. While Aemond is still busy with the fire, you glance over his room.

It's spacious and simply furnished, and your attention is drawn to a couple of shelves nearby. You look at the tightly packed rows of books, some of the hardcovers are worn out from old age. You catch the familiar naming and pull one of them out, gently flipping through the pages.

"You take interest in philosophy?" his voice startles you. You missed the moment he came back, and when you take your eyes off the book, you see him leaning on the nearest shelf, looking at you inquisitively.

"I do, indeed," you confess. "And I read this one so many times, my own copy pretty much fell apart."

"You can take mine," Aemond offers.

You notice that despite his cockiness, his presence is actually very calming. Everything is easy with him — striking up conversations, making jokes, flirting. Taking his hand in yours, running in the rain. Kissing.

Your heart skips a beat, and you sheepishly move on to another topic:

"Shouldn't you change as well?" you refer to his shirt, but he shakes his head:

"No need."

"Oh, was it the Targaryen's dragon blood that helped you dry up?" you tend to jest when you're nervous, and right now is no exception.

"My cloak is too thick for the water to soak through. But I like your version, too," his lips ripple into a smile.

You can help but smile back: "Thank you for the shirt."

"It looks really good on you," the words smoothly roll off his tongue and ignite the familiar burning deep in your core. He keeps his gaze on your face, your eyes locking for a moment.

You look away first, letting out a timid laugh:

"I must admit, I like this way of flirting better," you place the book back. "But you can cut it short. What's your move?"

"My... move?" Aemond gives you a quizzical look.

"Yes, your big move. Show me," you request eagerly.

"Don't know what you're talking about," he looks down, his aplomb faltering.

"What do you usually do to impress a lady?"

"I don't really need to do anything," Aemond shrugs.

"What a humble individual you are," you chuckle and give him a minute to think.

"So what is it?"

"I just told you...," it seems like he's trying to dodge the topic, which only sparks your curiosity.

"Oh, come on! You guys always have a move. Let me guess, you speak to her in High Valyrian? Men like to talk big," he snorts. "No? Win her over with your...," you gesture at his bookshelves, "...precious collection? Although it's a risky move because what if she's not into reading, that would be awkward" and then it hits you. "Wait, it's the dragon, isn't it? You show her your dragon? Got to make sure it's well-fed, though, otherwise you'll have a date with a roasted —"

"It's my sword," he cuts you off, and you swear you can see him blushing at the confession.

"Um, your sword? Is this a metaphor for someth…"

"Gods, no. I mean the actual sword. The one you grip with your hand and poke people with."

"That description didn't help," you tease, and he groans.

"You know what I mean," Aemond gives you a pointed look, but his face flushed pink, and you can't take him seriously.

"I do, you just look really cute when you are embarrassed," you say cheekily, which makes him huff.

"My apologies. Please elaborate on the sword. How does it work?"

Aemond hesitates but then realizes that you will never let it go, so he gives in:

"I bring my training into the conversation. And then I... show them," he talks with his hands when he's uncomfortable, and you find it endearing.

"And that's it?"

"Pretty much," Aemond nods.

"They watch you train, and that's what does it for the ladies?"

"I don't know why, I never gave it much thought."

"Well, someone should. Can't imagine it ever working on me."

You feel a sudden shift in the air as Aemond slowly looks up at you. You're standing a couple of meters apart, and he's yet to initiate anything, but once again, it only takes a look from him for you to feel a familiar flare-up of the tantalizing desire.

"I'm not going to take you to the training yard in the pouring rain," he concludes.

"But it's not about the place, is it? Must be something about you," now you're the one champing at the bit to see what the fuss is all about.

"I don't have a sword on me."

"Opt for something smaller, I'm sure it will do," you hint at the dagger that you've seen him carry, and wait expectantly for him to agree.

Aemond reluctantly contemplates your suggestion, then sighs and goes to get his dagger which he left next to the cloak.

You wonder if the ladies are attracted to his competitive spirit. If they enjoy the feeling of danger they get at the sight of steel, the cold shine of it, the clang of swords. Or maybe it's the urge to take sides and root for the winner?

And then you see Aemond rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, — and your breath suddenly hitches.

The room is lit by fire, the warmth of it illuminating his skin, casting shadows that frame every muscle of his arms. He takes the dagger in one hand, the movement fast and honed, and your eyes follow it. You notice the scattering of his veins that go down his wrist and into his palm, the blue lines tightening with every swirl. The silver blade catches and reflects the light, but you're focused solely on his flexing muscles.

He's maneuvering the dagger with ease, almost carelessly, yet you know that every motion is well-practiced through years of training. His long fingers grip the hilt, revealing the sharp outline of his knuckles. The steel silently cuts through the air, again and again, but your eyes are glued to his hands. The way they move, the power that he holds in them. The things he can do with them, with his fingers. The way they will feel on your bare skin and in your... You swallow, letting out a shuddered breath.

"Are you weak in the knees yet?" his words bring you out of your trance, and you blink a couple of times, trying to shake the feeling off. Your body is so heated, you're surprised you're not sweating yet.

"Is this the point when the ladies throw themselves at you?" your voice is hoarse, and you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

Aemond stops his movements. You feel your skin tingling with anticipation, waiting for him to finish what he started, but he doesn't budge. For a short while, you're taken aback by the change in his demeanor — and the realization strikes you:

"Wait, how many ladies were here before me?"

"I never said I take them here," he puts the dagger back in its sheath, averting his gaze.

"But you told me that you do your... thing with the sword for them."

"In the training yard, with other people around us, yes."

"So then you just leave them all hot and bothered? Aemond, that is cruel," his actions confuse you, but while you're looking for an explanation, he turns back to you and finally meets your gaze.

"It would've been cruel to lead them on when I feel nothing for them," he reveals, and you discern the raw honesty in his words. And you know exactly what he means. It's the tiresome attempts to find someone who will spark your interest, to spot a connection, all of those efforts leading nowhere and making you feel like you're the one at fault. But you aren't — and he isn't, either.

Aemond looks almost ashamed of letting out something so personal, but you welcome the intimacy of this moment.

"I shall consider myself lucky, then," you say softly.

He gives you that same look that makes you feel like the world around you disappears.

"You are... something else," Aemond mumbles.

You guess that he isn't used to being straightforward about his feelings, nor does he know how to express his affection with words. You really, really want to kiss him again.

The boyish grin reappears on his face:

"Did you mean I left you all hot and bothered?" Aemond narrows his eye.

"I never said that," you smile coyly. "Maybe you should've tried a little harder."

"I happen to have some tricks up my sleeve," he takes a step towards you and, before you can ask for details, you feel his fingers on your ribs as he starts tickling you, and you immediately burst into laughter.

His touches are light, fingers grazing against your clothed skin as he subtly moves you further into the room until your legs bump into his bed. Losing your balance, you fall on it, your back met with the fluffiness of thick blankets. Aemond hovers over you, and you can't stop giggling, trying to wiggle away from his tickles.

Wrapped up in the moment, you make a careless move, your hand brushing up his cheek — and you suddenly see a bright gleam of blue on the right side of his face.

Aemond freezes at the spot, halting his actions, and momentarily flinches away. You are gawking at the sapphire, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He makes a move to fix his eyepatch, but you stop him.

"Don't," you catch his hand mid-air, your grip delicate but firm, and he doesn't fight it. You would've been surprised by your own quick reaction if only your mind wasn't completely occupied with the sight in front of you.

It looks like the gem absorbs all the light in the room, shimmering with various shades of blue. It's cut in a way to imitate a surface of an eye, the sides of the sapphire polished and blending into each other. There's a depth to it, bright sparkles drowning in a color that's close to black, and the spillovers are mesmerizing.

You bring your hand closer to his face, to the area that's been left covered and unloved, and touch the skin with the tip of your finger. He lets you.

"Wow," you breathe out, gently tracing his scar. "This is the most badass thing I've ever seen."

Aemond looks at you in disbelief, his eye fixed on your face, and his lips parted.

"...What?" he manages to ask.

"You look like a pirate. A really badass... sky pirate?" you suggest, and he lets out a light chuckle, still not entirely sure he believes you.

So you shamelessly continue:

"A pirate with his own dragon. The largest one in the Seven Kingdoms as I've heard," you can almost feel him swelling with pride. "He charms the ladies with his fighting skills — and has a gem for an eye? Incredibly irresistible," your index finger circles the area around his sapphire.

He listens attentively, holding his breath.

"A prince who is as good with his sword as he is with his wit, fond of reading and isn't averse to mischief. Any lady of the court would've been fortunate to get a hold of such treasure," you remove the eyepatch and tenderly cradle his face. "Yet I am the one who's been honored to see all of him," you glance from the bright gemstone to his eye and back. "Honestly, it's kind of hard to pick which one I like more...," you're barely able to notice him sharply lower his head, and your words die down.

Without a warning, Aemond covers your lips with his, the intensity of the kiss pulling the air out of your lungs right away. He's been holding back the first time, but he isn't now, and the passion sets you ablaze. His tongue slips into your mouth, easily tangling with yours, and you moan at the contact. Aemond skilfully unbuttons your shirt, and the second his fingers touch your skin, you shiver, the quivering sensation washing over you. His hands slowly slide down your ribcage, tracing the curves of your body, making your back arch, your chest flush against his, your heart pounding. He contours the bend of your hips, then presses his palms there, his touches rough, claiming, burning. You move your fingers up the base of his neck and run them through his hair, and he releases a shaky sigh. Aemond relishes in the feeling of your compliance, the fervor of it, your body being so needy and welcoming, until you are both gasping for air.

"Was that impressive enough?" he rasps, and you look up at him through your lashes, spellbound and breathless. His pupil is dilated, gaze clouded with lust, your noses adjoin.

"Yeah-yes. Yes, very," you utter, at a loss for words.

"Good. Because I'm about to outdo myself," he tightens his grip on your thighs, picking you up and moving into the middle of the bed. Your head barely touches the pillow when his lips are on yours again.

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hi :) i love you and your writing sm

could you do one with ethan (gf) where him and female reader are in a relationship and when he unmasks himself she’s like heartbroken and stuff with the prompts “you hurt me and i still trusted you” and like in the end where she kills him instead of tara in his death scene with the prompt “i guess we weren’t meant to be”

i’m sorry that’s like so much😭😭

Dying Wish

Ethan Landry GF x Reader |m.list

Summary : it's all in the request <3

Warnings: cursing, angst, character death, blood, gore,

word count: 1.7k

did not proofread

(also, omg! we reached 400 followers) Thank you so much! I literally love you all <3 I hope you enjoy this!

Your feet were glued to the floor, as if you stepped into a mouse trap. The glue pulling you down to the ground weakened your knees as you watched your boyfriend stand before you. He was in all black, holding that stupid mask in one hand and a bloody knife in the other.

He looked at all of you, Tara, Sam, and you. the boy standing in front of you wasn't the boy you fell in love with. No. The boy standing in front of you was a killer, he killed your childhood best friend, he was the one you ran to when you saw Anika's body lying there lifeless. he was the one telling you he'd protect you from all the bad in the world.

And yet there he was, standing just five feet away from you with an evil smile, and eyes darker than the black he wore. You didn't know who he was, he was a stranger, and you trusted him with everything.

"-Really runs in the fucking family doesn't it" his voice was ringing through your ears. The ringing getting louder and louder, "awe y/n don't look too sad" he raised his hands to his face making a crying motion with them.

"Fuck you!" Your voice shattered as you spoke. Baily laughed a your words. you hated them all they ruined your life all because they thought Richie deserved the ending he wanted.

Ethan and Quinn started to circle around you three. Baily walked around talking about how passionate Richie was about these killings, Sam was talking back yelling at Bailey, saying he's the reason Richie is a killer.

Quinn wasn't a fan of how she spoke of her brother, so she jumped forward, slicing the side of Sam's arm. As she tried to move away, she tripped, which pushed you towards Ethan. Pulling his arm back, he followed his sister's actions and swiped at your arms.

The feeling of your skin being ripped ran through your entire body. "fuck" you grabbed your arm putting pressure on the wound, Ethan smiled waving his hand in a no motion.

"If that hurt just wait for what I'm going to do to you later" your eyes were flooding with tears. You wanted to scream and yell at him, you wanted to yell at yourself for even thinking about the future with him.

Things had started to pick up, Bailey was after Sam, while Quinn went to Tara, which left Ethan after you.

You ran behind one of the cases that held the past victim's belongings, "You have no idea how long I've dreamt of killing you, feeling the knife pierce your skin, if you think you have it easy, you're about to be proven wrong." Pushing one of the mannequins into him you made a run for it. "Bitch" he grabbed the mannequin throwing it to the side as he chased you.

You saw Sam running to the stairs, going after her you saw Tara right behind you. Quinn was lying on the floor holding her side, "she got what she deserved" Tara's voice was shallow and airy from all the running. You couldn't help but laugh just a little as he ran up the stairs.

Kirby had showed up once again, stopping in front of Ethan she was about to shoot, but Bailey's voice distracted her allowing Ethan to jump at her and stab her. "Do you remember this?" in one switch motion he pulled the knife out again and stabbed her.

"Ethan, enough get the others!" Bailey yelled at his son from the stage Ethan looked over and noticed everyone was on the second floor. A wicked grin showed on his face as he noticed Quinn cornering the three of you. "Give it up sweetheart" You looked down and saw Ethan standing below you, he was covered in blood your, Tara's, and Chad's.

The anger toward him kept building over time, and as you looked at him it made it worse. "Asshole!" you saw a tool that was abandoned on the top floor. Picking it up you threw it at him, "You hurt me, and yet I still fucking trusted you" he moved just in time before the tool could hit him.

"Boo get over it!" his voice was strained from him looking up at you. "it's time sweetheart" he then pointed to Quinn; she was slowly moving toward you. Tara tried to hold her back as much as she could, Sam had a gun from Kirby, but it was jammed. you tried to help Tara as much as you could. taking a piece of wood that was lying around you swung it. Hitting Quinn in the back she yelled out, "Fucking bitch" but right as you hit her your foot got caught on a broken chair.

As your foot got stuck, that allowed Quinn to stab you in the leg. The feeling of the knife digging into your leg caused you to scream. Quinn was satisfied at hearing you scream, so she pulled the knife down, creating a bigger wound. Your entire thigh had been ripped open. "Get the fuck off me!" You tried to push her off but with your foot stuck any movement would throw you over the edge.

Tara heard your scream and came running, another piece of wood slammed on the back of Quinn's head. She let go of the knife, the warmth of your blood running down your leg, your mind becoming foggy. You were losing too much blood.

Before you could even realize what happened, your body fell backward. You stumbled over the chairs and fell over the edge, your hands grabbing the frame before it was too late. Sam finally got the got the gun to work, just as Quinn got up. "Give it up," her forehead and mouth covered in blood, half of it probably being yours.

Just as Quinn started running to Sam, she pulled the trigger. Your ears echoed from the bang; a long thud followed after. "Holy shit," Tara stood there for a second, looking at Quinn's dead body.

"Oh baby, come on, let go! Let me have you, " your ears focused on Ethan's voice. He was right below you holding his knife up. "Come on.... I'll make it quick... Maybe, " he laughed as he saw you slowly losing your grip.

Sam and Tara ran to you to help, but right as they reached you, Bailey ran up the stairs. "You monsters!" He got down on his knees as he saw his daughter lying there dead. "You killed her!" His voice shook the room as he yelled. "You will pay for this!"

Tara told Sam to go and deal with Bailey as she tried to help you. "No, Tara, you have to help your sister. Let me go" her eyes watered as she looked at you.

"Yeah, come on, Tara, let her go! I dare you!" Ethans voice screamed at her.

"No y/n I can't do that!" Tara's hands were slipping as they held yours. The mixture of blood and sweat, making it hard.

"Tara, let me go!" Your voice was shaking, the fear now kicking in. But you were ready, Ethan was after you, and there was no way out of it. You had to face him. "I'll be fine, just please, you have to let me go." As you spoke, your eyes followed the knife in Tara belt loop. Her eyes following yours, finally understanding.

"Come on Tara don't be such a bitch let her go. Let me kill her!" Ethan, tired once again to jump up and get you, but you moved too fast for him.

"Okay," Tara agreed she reached down, grabbed the knife, and slipped it in your hand. "Good luck. I'm sorry. " A small tear slipped from her eyes as she realized you and Sam were all she had left.

She let go of your hands. Dropping down, you could hear Ethan laugh with excitement, the feeling of your body free falling, and Ethan right below scared you, but you were ready.

In one swift motion, you managed to turn your body, landing on Ethan. "Fuck" pain shot from your leg as you tried to get up.

"Mmm, I have you all to myself!" Ethan's voice haunted you as you closed your eyes from the pain. The knife Tara had given you was just a foot away from you. Crawling to it, you rushed before Ethan realized. Slowly standing up, your fingers grazed it as Ethan sliced the back of your thigh from lying on the ground.

Following you, he got up. "There's nowhere to run. You're mine. " As he reached for you, you turned with the knife in your hand. Catching him off guard, you stabbed the knife into his mouth. As he fell to his knees, he looked at you with stupid puppy brown eyes.

"You're a killer, and I loved you. What a piece of shit," you twisted the knife, which caused Ethan to whine and cry out. Tears streamed down his face. "I guess we weren't meant to be." Once more for luck, you twisted the knife again, pulling it out, and his blood splattered all over your face. Your hands dropped the knife, shaking, as you struggled to keep yourself up you stared at his lifeless body.

Your heart shattered as you looked at him. He was everything to you, and you killed him. Was your head spinning with the memories or was it because you were dizzy. You couldn't figure it out. As you tried to reach Tara and Sam, your vision went black.

Your body became too heavy to take another step, collapsing on the floor as everything slowly became numb.

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psycho-killer-writer · 4 months

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Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

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No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

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pairing| college!Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| You’ve wanted him for so long. Dreamed of him, yearned for him, but could never have him. Then one chilly, October night, you make your move. Let the games begin.

an| this was supposed to be a small little fic but then I apparently became possessed and now its 9k+ words. I'm so proud of this, its definitely the best thing I've ever written, and I hope you all enjoy it.

warnings| college! eddie but literally has nothing to do with college, she falls first he falls harder trope, reader is very horny for eddie, part 1 of 3, talks of death, eddie’s scars, handjob, oral (m receiving), ball play, worshiping eddie hours babes, 18+ you know the deal

You could feel the heat coming off your cheeks as you watch him, on the other side of the room, talking to Marcy Simon’s next to a table full of miscellaneous liquor. How he cocks his head to the side at something she says, his fluffy curls shaking around his pale face. His smile wrinkles his cheeks, eyes glossy, and you hope it’s the alcohol making his eyes twinkle and not her.

When she touches his arm, long blue nails scraping over his bare skin, your hand clenches around the plastic cup you hold and the amber colored fluid spills down your wrist.

You weren’t searching for him. Not really. But when you saw Gareth, who you knew was still a senior and had no real reason to be here, you had a feeling deep in your gut he had actually come. Had stepped out of his comfort zone and came to his first college party. It made you giddy in a way that annoyed the hell out of you, that made you want to remove the fluttering butterflies in your belly and rip their wings off.

But then you found him talking to her and you thought that maybe, just maybe, your chest was gonna explode. Felt like you might puke on the yellow shag carpet beneath your feet. Jealousy rearing its ugly head, it seems.

You hate the crush you have on him. The way it festered over the years, spreading through your bones like a fatal disease. You hate it because it’s ridiculous. You don’t know anything about Eddie Munson. Okay, that’s a lie. You know a lot about Eddie Munson, being his neighbor let you indulge in his life. Observe him like a fly on the wall.

It wasn’t creepy, at least you hope it’s not, you just found it hard not to be drawn to him. He had a magnetism about him, something that drew you in like a moth to flame. You had small conversations over the years. Nothing too substantial, but it was enough to feed the crush you harbored for the boy the town saw as evil but you found to be a ray of sunshine.

Your feet are moving before your brain even registers it, pushing through crowd, trying to get as far away from the scene before you make the stupid mistake of walking over and ripping that pretty blonde ponytail straight off her head.

This was the hard part - acting like you didn’t want him so badly it made your chest hurt. It was a mastered skill of yours, especially after dating Gareth’s older brother for the past year and a half. Watching Eddie and the others practicing in Gareth’s garage, or raiding the kitchen for munchies, or piling into the living room to watch some horror movie. You’d spent some nights forcing your eyes to stay off Eddie as you sat under Grant's arm. But Grant left for his fancy east coast college, leaving you in the dust, single and finally able to do the one thing you’d dreamt about for years.

Make Eddie yours.

But Marcy beat you to it, it seems, dug her nails in the boy you’ve loved since you were nine. You couldn’t really blame her, Eddie was sweet and caring and unbelievably handsome. She was beautiful and smart, of course he liked her. But it didn’t stop the ache.

So you find the small group you came with, fake a couple laughs, and chug down drink after drink until the heat in your cheeks is from the alcohol and not from seeing Eddie smile at her like that.

Once your body has a steady buzz and you’ve fought off a handful of horny guys that couldn’t pry their eyes from your cleavage, you decide you’ve had enough. You need to breathe air that isn’t laced with the smell of sweat and beer. Your friends don’t notice you abandoning them, not that you really expect them too, which makes your escape into the front yard rather painless.

The early October breeze whips past you, carrying with it the smell of a bonfire somewhere in the distance and notes of pine. You didn’t know where you were exactly and as much as you wanted to you couldn’t just leave. You came with your friends, your car sitting broken down back at the trailer park, so you wander around the long dirt driveway humming to yourself.

You hear the heavy guitar chords before you catch sight of his van further down the road, parked haphazardly by the woods. The windows are down and the back doors hang open, a pair of dingy white reeboks kicking back and forth against the chrome bumper.

You’re walking over before you can even think about it, the heels of your black platforms crunching the fallen leaves as you approach. Your hands are clammy, knees wobbly from the alcohol and when you turn the corner of the white metal door your head spins wildly, the motion too much for your intoxicated brain. Your hand grasps for the metal, the hinge squealing loudly, and you can’t help but giggle at the noise.

Eddie’s head snaps up to the sound and when you finally unclench your eyes you find him staring with this bemused look on his pretty face.

God, what a pretty face.

“Hi, Eddie.” Your voice is silvery and you cock your head, offering him a smile. The corner of Eddie’s smile quirks up the more he watches you.

“Hello, Angel. You okay?” His owlish eyes blinking up at you. You ease yourself away from the door, only swaying a little bit before you're standing directly in front of him in your tight red dress with your hands held behind your back. Eddie can’t help but notice the glossiness of your eyes, the way your eyeliner is smudged in the corners of your waterline.

“I’m okay. Funny seeing you here, are you having fun?” You ask airly, closing your eyes briefly as a chilled breeze caresses your hot cheeks.

“Not really my scene. Gareth wanted to come. You know how it is.” You nod as he speaks, because you know all this, figured it out as soon as you had seen them both. This wasn’t Eddie’s idea of a party.

There’s a bit of silence after that, the both of your shuffling in your spots before he scoots over a bit and gestures with a ringed hand, “You can sit if you want, lookin’ a little wobbly there, Angel.”

Angel. Angel, angel, angel.

That nickname will haunt you. Be used late at night when your fingers are swirling your sensitive clit.

Angel.

“Mm, surprised you remember that, Eddie.” You say as you take a seat next to him, his scent invading your senses the moment your butt hits the tan carpet in the back of the van. Cigarettes, the musk of his leather jacket, the slightest hint of spearmint gum. Eddie was always chewing something. Gum, the chain of his guitar pick necklace, the cap from a pen. Watching the clench of his jaw had become a sort of hobby for you.

Eddie laughs softly, peering at you from behind his brown curls. “It was fitting, you were always so sweet. Mrs. Martin knew what she was talking about.”

You laugh at this, running a hand over your cheek in embarrassment that he remembers your teacher's pet streak from third grade, how you were always the ‘Class Angel’ -a twisted way of making children behave- with your gold star and little pipe cleaner halo.

“All the other girls were so jealous of you.” He chuckles to himself, picking up the pack of Marlboro reds next to him. The silver chain dangling from his jeans jingles as he digs through his front pocket for his lighter.

“Stop, they just wanted to wear the halo.” You giggle, taking the lit cigarette as he passes it to you, an unlit one hanging from his plump pink lips. “Thanks.”

Eddie gives you a nod, taking his time in tossing the pack back to its spot on the carpet, flicking the flint of his zippo until the red orange flame ignites. You swallow roughly at the sight of him, dark brown eyes reflecting the amber flame, he looks like a work of art.

“Course. So, uh, where’s Grant?” Eddie knew that Grant left for college. Knew because he spent every Monday in Gareth’s garage practicing with the rest of Corroded Coffin. But he still asked and you still answered.

“Grant left for Brown.” You stare off into the night and Eddie watches you take a drag from your cigarette, eyes caught on the dark red ring of your lipstick painted onto the filter.

“That must be hard. The long distance.” He says thoughtfully.

You scoff lightly at this. “I guess he foresaw that, because he dumped me the day he left.” You feel a little more sober now, between the cigarette and the chill in the air, your tipsiness has subsided to a gentle buzz.

Eddie’s quiet beside you, no doubt remembering that day -which just so happened to be a monday- and how he and his friends witnessed the moment from the safety of the garage. Grant hugged his parents, his little brother, and when he got to you he didn’t reach for you like you expected him to. He just patted you on the shoulder and said, “I think we should end this. Sorry.”, before he got in his car and drove off.

“It’s fine.”

“He’s an idiot.”

You both speak at the same time, eyes meeting the others somewhere in the middle of your words. “What?” You ask, not really sure if you heard him right.

“He’s an idiot.” Eddie says it so matter-of-factly, so assuringly, that it must be true. You suddenly felt queasy.

“It is what it is. He wanted to go live his life, without me in it. Guess I should just be grateful he didn’t cheat on me.”

Eddie doesn’t agree, but he can also see the way your shoulders slump, your body folding in on itself at the memory so he drops it. Instead he bumps his shoulder into yours, observing the way you fight the smile threatening to erupt on your face the more he does it. Eddie likes when you smile.

“Why’d you leave the party?” He asks after a while, another cigarette burning between his fingers. “Thought you liked this type of shit.”

His question makes you smile, dark red lips turning up in the corners. “Have you been thinking about me, Munson?”

He feels his cheeks flush but he plays it off, bumping his shoulder against yours again as he scoffs. “In your dreams, Angel.”

If only he knew what he was really doing in your dreams.

“Wasn’t feeling it anymore. What about you? Did your conversation with Marcy get stale?” You cover a wince at the way it comes out, accusatory and bitter, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“She saw us play at The Hideout last week, she wanted to know if I could teach her how to play guitar.” Eddie’s head snaps to you when he hears you snort. “What’s so funny, little pig?”

“You know she doesn’t really give a fuck about learning to play, right? She wants to fuck you, Eddie.”

“No she doesn’t.” He chastises, slapping the back of his hand against your bare skin, eyes mesmerized by the jiggle of your thigh. The sting throbs straight to your core and you try your hardest to push the thought away, slapping him back.

“God, you can’t be that fucking oblivious, Eddie. She was practically eye fucking you.”

“Jealous?” Yes.

“Ha, you wish, big boy. But seriously, did you really not catch her vibe?”

Eddie seems to be racking his brain, thinking back to the moment. “I guess she was a little touchy.” He mumbles, shrugging.

“Are all boys this stupid?” You ask with a laugh and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I’m a man, Angel.”

“Okay. Are all men this stupid?”

Eddie can’t believe you. He’s known you most of his life, not as friends of course, but he thought that you were at least acquaintances. He has a good idea of who you are. He knows that you love music of any genre, your taste eclectic. From Otis Redding to Fleetwood Mac. Iron Maiden to Pat Benatar. Knows that you used to babysit Henderson. Knows that you took two years off after you graduated to take care of your dad who was sick. Knows your mom left when you were too little to even remember her. He’s spent years hearing his uncle and your dad talking about life out on his porch, beers in hand, faces sullen. But he’s never had a true conversation with you before. Never gotten to see first hand how sarcastic and playful you are. He likes it, a little more than he expected to in fact.

“You’re an asshole.” He chuckles, a cheesy smile on his face as he stubs his smoke out in the ashtray. “Do you, uh, do you need a ride home?”

Eddie looks so hopeful at the thought of driving you home, his eyes a little wider and his smile soft, and it makes those butterflies you hate so much turn into crazed birds rickashaying off your ribcage.

“What about Gareth?” You ask, remembering who Eddie came with, but Eddie brushes it off without hesitation.

“He came to meet up with a girl. I haven’t seen him in, like, an hour. So I’m sure he’s fine. So, do you want that ride?”

“I don’t want to go home, Eddie. It’s lonely, you know, with dad gone.”

His face drops at your words, remembering the fact that your father isn’t here anymore, he wants to slap himself for being so clueless. Being around pretty girls did that to him. Made his brain a useless glob of mush, shocking if he could even form a coherent sentence, but he’d never felt quite like this around you before. You were always pretty, he recognized that fact when you both entered high school, but you were also so reserved. Not shy, but you kept to yourself, your nose usually stuffed in a book or magazine.

You had walked around school with your head held high, an air of confidence that left people intimidated, focused solely on getting good enough grades to score a scholarship. A way to get the fuck out of this one track town. But when your dad got sick at the end of senior year your dreams were washed away like the tide. He saw you change then. You spent a lot more time at home, tucked inside your trailer. He could see your bedroom window from his. Had watched you rip your room to shreds one night. He wanted to follow you into the woods that night, be a shoulder to cry on, but he barely knew you.

“Do you want to go somewhere else, m-maybe?” When you nod Eddie lets out a shuddered breath. “I’m sorry, by the way. I-I wanted to come over and… I don’t know. I figured you were tired of all the condolences.”

You smile at him, patting his hand lightly. “Thanks. It’s better you didn’t. I’ve been a wreck. I’m just now catching up with my classes.”

“College sucks.” Eddie drags his hand over his face just thinking about it and it makes you giggle. He’s right, college does suck.

“Where’d you have in mind?” You ask, mind stuck on his question from before. Of course you wanted to go somewhere else, you didn’t care where as long as you were with him.

“Oh, well, uh,” His voice trails off as he speaks, his tongue poking out of his mouth. “I don’t know. I was gonna say lover's lake but that seemed…”

“A little forward?” You offer and the two of you share a laugh as he nods.

“Just a little bit.”

“I’d be okay with just hanging out, Eddie. Just don’t wanna be alone.” You were really packing it on thick -batting your lashes at him with your bottom lip pushed out just a little bit, just enough to draw his eyes down to your painted lips- you were actually surprising yourself. It was a strange thing, playing the role of temptress, but it feels good.

It feels powerful.

Even more so when Eddie starts eagerly nodding his head, wide eyes stuck on the sight of you all pouty and cute. He truly is a fool, so easily lured in by your act.

The ride back to Forest Hills is a rather quiet one. Eddie is humming to himself, sneaking glances over at you every couple minutes and you sit there on the torn tan leather of the passenger seat pretending like you don’t notice. But you do, of course you do, it’s hard not to when his humming ceases as he eyes the bare skin of your thighs or how he fidgets with the tattered steering wheel cover as you lean only two feet away from him to dig through the black milk crate that held all his cassettes. He clears his throat rather awkwardly, shamefully, when you catch him lean over and take a sniff of you.

Peonies -his mother loved those, it was a smell he’d never forget- but there was a sweeter scent there almost like candy. It makes his mouth water and he thinks, for a brief moment, about what you pussy might taste like.

His cheeks are flushed crimson, plush lips opening to say something, but he never speaks. He knows he’s been caught, finds no reason to dig himself any deeper. He doesn’t want you to think he really is a freak.

When he turns into the trailer park you sit back, looking out the window as you pass your empty trailer, moths fluttering around the porch light you hadn’t turned off in months. Ten months to be exact. The night your father died. Just the sight of your empty home floods your gut with dread. Dread that eventually you’ll have to return to the empty double wide by yourself.

But for now you watch it fade in the rear view mirror the deeper into the park you get. Eddie and his uncle's trailer sits at the very back of the park, after the earthquake ruined their old one the god fearing people at Hawkins Baptist church bought the men a brand new two bedroom trailer. A peace offering after the nightmare the whole town put Eddie through; after accusing him of being a Satan worshiping murderer and all. It had shocked the small town when Eddie resurfaced, bloody and injured, with the presumed dead Chief Hopper. But his reputation was cleared, the real killer revealed -Jason Carver, which wasn’t a big shock to you at all- and Eddie was deemed a hero having saved spunky little Max Mayfield from a similar fate as the others.

If you thought about it, like truly thought about it, none of it really made any sense. But you were positive that Eddie was innocent.

The town's opinion had always been that Eddie Munson was evil and scary, Satan's devil spawn- but years of watching him from afar has allowed you to form your own opinion about the metal head.

There was the obvious; he likes his music heavy, his weed chronic, and never really knew when to shut up. But there was that other part of him. The part that always helped his uncle carry in groceries or how you’d catch him up on his roof watching the stars late at night or how, back when your father was alive, you’d catch Eddie sitting with your dad in the front yard reading The Hobbit to him because he knew how much your father loved to read and that because of his illness his eyesight was deteriorating.

He was good with cars and animals and kids. He laughed with his whole body and cared deeply for others. He was unlike anyone you have ever met, and despite the dirty thoughts that bounced around your brain every time you saw him, you deeply admire his ability to be true to who he is. No matter what people say about him.

“Are you okay?” His cautious voice rips you away from your thoughts and when you finally peel your eyes from the rear view mirror, you find that you’re parked in front of Eddie’s place. The van is turned off, his music no longer filling the silence, and he’s sitting in the driver's seat eyeballing you while his fingertips rapidly twist his onyx ring around his finger.

“I’m fine, Eddie. Just lost in thought.” You grace him with a small smile and his shoulders deflate a little.

“If you don’t wanna hang out just say the word and I’ll walk you home.” He can’t help the way his voice sounds so defeated. He noticed the way your mood changed when he drove into the park and he doesn't want you to feel like he expects anything. Because he doesn’t.

“I don’t want to go home yet, Eddie.” You place your hand on his wrist, index finger smoothing over the knuckle of his thumb visible under his pallid skin.

“Are you hungry? I, uh, I make a mean grilled cheese.”

“That sounds delicious.” And when his bright white smile breaks out across his doleful face you can’t help but think of how delicious he looks.

“Sorry it’s a mess.” He apologies as he brushes past you into the house. After helping you out of the van Eddie had unlocked the door and, with a goofy bow and a cheeky smile, gestured you into the house. But as you cross the threshold he remembers the mess he’d left in the living room the night before and panic rises in his chest.

You watch him snatch piles of dirty clothes from the floor and the tan couch, rushing down the hallway to deposit them into the hamper in his room.

“Sorry, my uncles out of town so I’ve been sleeping in here-” He’s apologizing again, frantic brown eyes searching for anything that could change the way you see him -not like he even knows the way you see him- when he trips on the cord from the amp Steve and Robin had gifted him when he got out of the hospital last year and falls face first into the brown carpet. There’s no time to catch himself, falling so fast that he only yelps before his face hits the floor.

Eddie scrambles back to his feet faster than you can ask if he's okay, brown eyes wide and skin ashen, he brushes himself off and heads into the kitchen. You move to follow after him quietly amused by his boyish need to play it cool. You think his nerdiness endearing especially in this moment when your eyes fall onto an open composition notebook sitting on the arm of the sofa. Across the only two visible pages are charcoal sketches of a monster with almost tentacle-like skin and bats with sharp razor teeth dripping blood. There's a broken oar wrapped in vines at the bottom of the right page and scratched at the top of the page, in sharp thick lines, is the name Vecna.

In the kitchen, Eddie is hard at work making your grilled cheese, mentally punching himself as he drops butter into the hot frying pan watching it sizzle around the cast iron as its melts and he thinks to himself that he fucking blew it. You were making him all flustered and you weren’t even trying to, which made it worse. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Doesn’t understand what you’re doing to him. These things he’s suddenly feeling as foreign to him as the Upside Down.

“I didn’t know you were an artist.” Your voice is cheery as you come up beside him, eyes flicking from his angsty face to the sandwich he’s flattening to death with a spatula.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sweet thing.” Eddie almost gags when he realizes what he’s just said. Twenty two years he’s been on this earth and not once has he ever called someone sweet thing. He wants to look over to you, see if your expression is as grossed out as he feels right now, but he can’t gather the courage to. Sweet thing. That’s something he’s heard from those old guys, who only get away with the things they say because they're old, whistle at ladies in public.

“I bet so.” You say softly pushing up on your toes so your mouth is only an inch or so away from his ear. Your voice so suddenly invading his ear makes his whole body shiver which, in turn, fills your chest full of pride. God, he’s so easy.

Your body is away from him so quickly he can feel the complete loss of your body heat. When he turns to see where you've gone he finds you perched on the kitchen counter, bare feet kicking out in front of you.

“I saw your notebook. I wasn't snooping or anything, by the way, it’s open on the arm of the sofa. You’re really good.” You bat your eyes and smile and he feels like his whole being is screaming at him to touch you.

“I-It’s okay, I didn’t think that. Obviously I’m not the tidiest of trolls.” He says as he places your sandwich on a small black plate. When he hands it to you, your fingers brush and your whole body zings.

“Thanks.” You can only mumble at him, your brain void of thought as the rush of endorphins flood through your nervous system.

As he starts on his grilled cheese he feels your eyes roaming the expanse of his body. From the crest of mousy brown curls on his head, to the curve of his shoulder underneath his red plaid button up, the way his black t-shirt is tucked into the waist of his weathered blue jeans and you realize you’ve never seen him in these jeans before. They fit just like his well loved black ones, knee holes and all, but these are a washed navy blue fading in color at the seams. His silver chain hangs from the belt loops and he’s wearing that belt with the handcuff buckle that made you choke on your Razzles the first time you saw it.

“Do I have something on me?” He asks, looking down at his pants and spinning in a circle for a better view. You can’t help but laugh at him, his face pulling into a puppy dog pout as he stops spinning.

“No, no, there's nothing on you. Well, except those jeans.” You nudge his knee with your toe, leg extended out between the two of you.

“Oh, yeah, the jeans.” His voice is doom and gloom and he pinches at the fabric with two fingers pulling the material from his leg. “Do you hate them? I feel like I look like a farmer.”

You scrunch up your face and cock your head to the side, narrowed eyes observing said jeans in dramatic fashion. Eddie shuts the burner off and plates his sandwich.

“I'm getting pastor at a youth retreat, vibes, honestly.”

Eddie slaps the spatula down as he braces himself against the counter, his head bowed to his chest. He groans softly at first until it becomes a long cacophonous wail, rumbling against your eardrums.

“Fuuuck. I was afraid of that. I definitely can’t wear these to the satanic temple then, huh?”

You laugh. You laugh so fast and hard you snort, more earnestly than you had earlier in his van, but much like then when he hears the sound he’s snapping his head back to look at you with your hand held to your mouth. Mortified, your hot cheeks sear against the coolness of your palm, and you squint your eyes as you look at him expecting to see him staring at you with that amused smirk of his but it’s not there. It’s been replaced with a stormy haze in his brown eyes and a slack jawed gape of his mouth.

He can’t find it in himself to tease you like he had earlier when right now with you sitting on his kitchen counter -in his house, only a few feet apart- he realizes he’s a complete fucking goner.

You are the cutest, sweetest little thing, Eddie Munson has ever seen.

What gets him the most is he can’t even pinpoint when it happened. He can remember having a crush on you when you were both children and crushes were just sweet fleeting moments to be lost in time. But after that the film reel in his head flickers, flashes of his dad being handcuffed, his middle school bullies slamming his thin frame into the metal lockers, the very first time the principal looked him in his eyes and told him he failed his senior year. At some point you had become just the neighbor girl. The one he’d speak to every now and again, mostly when his uncle and your father got together to shoot the shit. Maybe things changed after his brush with death. When he thinks about the time after the Upside Down, after 001 as Dustin has started calling it, he can picture your face more. Wayne kept him on a tight leash after Eddie was released from the hospital, even going as far as taking the keys to Eddie's beloved van in fear that Eddie would run away from him again, which left Eddie stuck in Forest Hills, bored and slowly going out of his mind.

His friends had set him up a neat little spot outside, a place they could spend time with him without being crowded into his trailer, and from there he was able to watch all your comings and goings.

But not, like, in a creepy way. Eddie had to make sure of that, he couldn’t take being accused of anymore heinous crimes. It was just enough to keep him wanting to know more.

“I must say,-” You start, tearing your gaze away from his heavy one. He’s been staring at you for a good minute as you take bites of the grilled cheese he made you and you feel like you might just combust if you don’t lighten the tension permeating the air. “This may be the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had.”

Eddie chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck underneath all his thick hair. “What can I say, I’m flattered. Just call me the master of grilled cheese.”

“Aren’t you already the Dungeon Master? Would this be considered a side quest? Do dungeon masters even have side quests?” Your questions make him laugh. “So many questions, so little answers.” You finish with a huff, popping the last bite into your mouth, and Eddie can’t fucking breathe as he watches you suck the slight sheen from the butter off your fingertips.

“I am the master. T-the dungeon master. For Hellfire Club. Yeah.” Eddie couldn’t be any more lame if he tried, he thinks to himself. But then you giggle all fucking sweet and shit and you wish he could recognize how fucking adorable he is. Feel how wet it’s making you.

You always had a thing for nerds -being a bit of a nerd yourself- and Eddie was one hot fucking nerd.

“So, I have a question.” Eddie says as he leans against the counter adjacent from you.

“I have an answer.” There you go, cocking your head to the side, giving Eddie a clear view of your pretty neck.

“Would you ever want to come to one of our shows?” He asks so tentatively, like he thinks you’re gonna turn him down.

“For Corroded Coffin?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’re doing this thing for Halloween at The Hideout, with costumes and shit. We actually draw a crowd, surprisingly.”

“Drunk people?” You tease. Eddie plays with his hair, bringing the strands over his mouth to hide his smile.

“Five of them. Impressive crowd, really. Rockstar's wet dream.”

You look down at your bare feet, feeling bashful all of the sudden. “You know, I’ve actually seen you guys play a couple times.”

“Really?” Eddie smiles at you completely dumbstruck, idly tapping his rings against the counter top.

“You were wearing this cool red bandana on your head and you did this guitar solo that I thought was fucking wicked.”

“Wicked” Eddie repeats the word like you said it, lips curling into a devilish grin. “That was the first time we ever covered that song, you know. I thought it was shit.”

“I didn’t. I actually went to the record store the next day and fucking sang what I could remember to the guy that worked there. He- he looked at me like I had two heads.”

“You freak. You could have just asked me.” Eddie was starting to drift closer to you, fiddling with the black pick hanging from his neck. A sudden rush of bravery fueling every step he made until your knees brushed his thighs.

“Hm, didn’t think of that.” You swallowed dryly. He was throwing you off your game and you were starting not to mind.

“Did you ever figure it out? The song?” He was stuck watching your pursed red lips, the dark lipstick smudged ever so slightly.

“Heaven and Hell. Black Sabbath.”

“Wicked.” He mutters.

“Very. You did it justice.”

“What happened between you and Grant?” The question throws you completely off guard and your brain stutters.

“W-why?” It’s the only thing that manages to escape your dry throat, which is apparent by how croaky you sound.

“You guys were together for so long.” He says.

“Not that long.”

“Like a year, that's pretty long..”

“A year and half, actually.” You say, eyes glued to the silver chain around his neck because you refuse to look him in the eye. To see whatever expression he may be wearing.

“So what happened?” He asks again, steady in his determination to get an answer out of you.

“We just grew apart.” You mutter back and Eddie scoffs loudly.

“That’s such a fucking cop out. You loved him didn’t you?”

“No. I-I don’t think so.” Eddie pushes your chin up with his knuckle, eyes searching your avoidant gaze until he catches you. Locks you into the most intense stare you’ve ever been apart of.

“No?” He’s honestly surprised by your answer. On the surface, whenever he saw you two together you looked like what he expected love to look like. Not like he had much to go on.

“I think I did, at first. But the longer we were together the less I felt it.” You feel transparent under his watchful eyes, an open book spilling things you’d never spoken to anybody before.

“Why?”

With a sigh you push him back, hopping down off the counter and standing in front of him with your hands clasped together anxiously in front of yourself.

“It’s embarrassing, Eddie.” You say, looking up at him with such sad eyes he starts to regret prying so hard, but then you shake your head a little and release a deep breath.

“Grant wasn’t sexual, at all. At first I thought it was because of our schedules, he just didn’t have the time, but then I’d go out of my way to make the time and he still didn’t want to. I started thinking maybe he just didn’t want to… with me.”

“Angel-” Eddie’s heart and fists clench at your words, at the way you look so forlorn, as you stand in front of him believing you were undesirable in the eyes of the boy who was supposed to love you.

“I can count on both hands how many times, in a year and half, that we had sex.” You raise your hands up in show, your palms facing yourself, fingers splayed apart.

“Why didn’t you leave that fucking turd?” Eddie asks, tone rather abrasive.

“Because… because I didn’t know I could. We were supposed to go off to college together, get a little apartment, maybe a cat. I had planned what our life would look like once we left Hawkins. There was no other option in my mind.”

It sounds so pathetic when you say it out loud that you openly cringe, clenching your teeth together as you wait for what Eddie has to say next.

“You weren’t happy.” It’s an observation, not a question, and you nod.

“No, not after the first couple months. I wanted- I wanted-”

“What did you want, Angel?” He’s so much closer now, eyes drawn down to yours with a flaming intensity that ignites that fire in your stomach. White hot heat oozing like lava through your bloodstream.

I wanted you. You have to bite your lip to stop the words from leaving your mouth. Despite being true, you aren’t ready to put all your cards on the table just yet.

“I wanted him to look at me and see a girl that would get down on her knees for him. I wanted him to see me for the sexual being I was and instead he saw me as a child. Talked down to me like one when I tried something new…” You could feel the moment creeping closer and closer, the courage inside yourself growing as Eddie’s pupils blew wide, his brown irises swallowed almost whole.

“Something new?” Eddie’s mouth feels dry as the Sahara, the words tossed between his chapped lips with uncertainty.

When you step closer, bridging the space between your wanting bodies, Eddie goes rigid. You take his belt buckle into the palm of your hands, crawling delicate fingers around the warm metal until you're suddenly holding him in place -holding him to you- and Eddie’s entire world tilts. He can’t do anything but watch you bat your mischievous eyes up at him, the red flesh of your lip bitten between your sharp teeth.

“He was so boring, Eddie. When we would have sex it was always the same. There was nothing new, nothing exciting about it. I wanted to be wild, to feel naughty. Do you ever just want to be naughty, Eddie?”

Eddie feels naughty and how couldn’t he with the way his hardening cock strains against the rough denim of his jeans. With the way his eyes keep slipping back to your cleavage, the red velvet of your dress looking so tantalizing against the soft expanse of your chest. Eddie wants so badly to smooth his fingertips over the skin there but he fears if he moves, even just an inch, you’ll completely vanish and he’ll wake up from this dream. It has to be a dream. There’s no way you are standing in front of him right now with the most sexy, inviting, look in your wide eyes.

“Eddie?” Your voice is so soft but your hand so firm as you cup his heavy bulge in the palm of your other hand. “Do you want to be naughty with me, Eddie?”

And Eddie can’t fucking believe you. Can’t comprehend what you're asking as his whole body trembles in need. Eddie’s not a virgin; but he’s not an expert on the matter either. He never had a girlfriend, but he has fucked a couple girls, girls whos names he can’t remember and whose faces blur together like a kaleidoscope. It was enough to have an idea of what to do, and add the porn he’s watched and the Heavy Metal magazines hidden deep under his bed, Eddie has a good grasp of what he thinks he’ll like in bed. But all that knowledge flies from his brain when you ask him this.

“Yes.” He’s speaking without even realizing it and your face breaks into a wolfish smile, one he didn’t know you were even capable of, and then you’re backing him up until the counter behind him digs into his lower back.

“Mhm.” You’re humming as you undo his belt, trying to tame the shake in your hands as you pop the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper.

His hands linger in the air as you sink to your knees, fingers lazily untying his laces like you have all the time in the world, but Eddie’s burning from the inside out. You look so pretty sat before him, biting your lip as you free him from his shoes, tossing them off to the side where they skip against the linoleum. He can’t hold your eye contact when you peer up at him, fingers grasping the hips of his jeans, admiring him from your position.

“Eddie?” Your voice is like the sweetest honey, molten, sending flames straight to his throbbing cock and god, if you don’t feel like the most powerful woman on the planet. But you need him to watch you, need him to see how badly you want him. So you bite softly at the inside of his clothed thigh pulling a sharp gasp from him and his head snaps down heavily.

“Y-yeah?” His voice is fucked, making you smile up at him proudly. You have him right where you want him.

“Do you wanna try something new, Eddie?” You ask so nicely, as if you’re giving him an opening to back out, because you don’t want to do this unless he really wants it.

Eddie nods fervently, guiding your hair behind your ear with shaking ring clad fingers, and he wants this. Thinks he wants this more than anything ever.

“Yes. Please. ‘M yours.”

Those words go straight to your core and you throw your head back with a moan, clenching your eyes shut, before you're finding his wide round eyes in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Don’t say shit like that, Eds. Gonna get a girl's hopes up.”

Eddie tries to wrap his mind around that -because what’s that supposed to mean- but you’re already shucking his jeans down his hairy legs, hands hooked on the backs of his knees as you pull them over his sock clad feet. You toss them to the side once they’re off, your nails scraping up the meat of his calves, the hill of his knees, the sensitive skin of his thighs, before you’re leaning forward to kiss his bulge through his precum stained blue boxers.

“You’re so hard and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” You say, toying with the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic away from his skin just to let it snap back in place. Eddie hisses at the feeling, his head falling back against the cabinet behind him hard, but then your fingers are slipping under his shirt and Eddie chokes on his tongue -his fingers flying down to grip at your wrist roughly.

“Stop.” His voice shatters the tension in his little kitchen and your eyes glisten up at him with surprise.

“I’m sor-” You’re ripping your hands from his grip, fingers rubbing the ache away as you fall back to your heels. Eddie cuts you off before you can even finish your apology, shaking his head and kneeling down in front of you.

“No. It’s not…”

You and Eddie kneel in front of each other in silence, your eyes held together by some invisible force because as much as he wants to look away he can’t, so he’s stuck sitting in front of you on his knees with his sickly shame and pounding heart.

“Eddie?�� You want to reach out, but your wrists still throb from his grip, so you settle for his name in hopes he’ll swim out of his head and back to you.

“I have scars.” He says, fast and quick, like he’s ripping off a band aid. “From… from last year. They’re.. They’re pretty gross.”

You mull over what he’s said before you are reaching out for him, smoothing your knuckle down the column of his throat as his adams apple bobs in anticipation.

“That’s okay, Eddie.”

“I don’t… I don’t want them to scare you off. I really am a freak now.” His sentence trails off and the wretched tone of his words make you ache in a different way than just ten minutes earlier.

“You’re not a freak.” Your own voice sounds strangled, forced, and you lay your hand against his stubbled cheek.

“Ha.” His laugh is painfully sardonic. “Haven’t you heard-”

You cut him off before he can say more. Can’t stand to listen to him say more.

“I never thought you gave a shit what others thought of you?” Your words are honest. Eddie walked around like he could care less what others think of him, he always has. But maybe you shouldn’t have been so blinded by his false confidence. The tremble in his lips and the sad gleam in his eyes as he tries to push you away from him, because he did see himself as a freak.

“You don’t know me, Angel.” He scoffs, finally tearing his eyes away. He stares out the kitchen window at the weaning moon high in the sky. Wishes he hadn't brought you here. He was just embarrassing himself.

When your lips hit his cheek, plush and soft and so warm, Eddie’s eyes widen.

“You’re wrong.” Another kiss. Dark red lipstick painting your kisses across his pink freckled skin. “Can I see, Eddie? Please?”

“It’s gross.” He closes his eyes when you leave another painted kiss, this one right on the corner of his mouth. “Like Frankenstein's monster.”

“Can I make my own opinion? Please, Eddie?” You ask so sweetly he can’t help but agree, gazing at you from the corner of his eye as he nods softly. “Stand up, Eddie.”

Eddie raises to his feet, back into the spot he was before, eyes downcast at his feet.

“Will you take your shirt off for me, pretty boy?” You keep your hands busy rubbing up and down his legs, trying to sooth the swarm of nerves you can see wrecking his body. He sheds his flannel before he reaches up behind his head, pausing for a second, and then slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Once it’s off, he holds it in front of his stomach, still unsure of how he feels about letting you see this. He could barely look at himself in the mirror now, he can’t imagine what you’ll think once you see.

You give him a minute before you take the shirt from his hands, placing it gently to the side, keeping your eyes down until he invites you. You don’t want him uncomfortable, want him to want you to look at him even if it's hard. He must catch on, because soon his hands find your cheek and he’s guiding you to him.

He’s so rigid, standing there in only his boxers and socks, he can’t remember a time he’s felt so clinically naked. But then he makes the mistake of looking down at you and finds you staring in awe at his bare, scared, body like he was a piece of art.

You aren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t mangled webs of pearl colored skin, taunt at the sides and puckering in the middle. The scars are etched across his left hip, crawling up the right side of his rib cage in an arch of angry red scar tissue, the scars peppered along the expanse of his collarbones lighter in color, the closest to his skin tone like they healed faster than the others. He must have been in so much pain, it makes your heart hurt just thinking about it, but it does nothing to deter you from him. Scars, no scars, he’s still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“Hey,” His voice is soft, edging on cautious, as you trail a finger from his left hip across his tummy to the angry red web on his ribs.

“Do they hurt?” You ask him, peering up at him from your knees, they were starting to ache but you didn’t care.

“A little. If I move the wrong way.” He’s whispering back to you, transfixed on the way you seem to be admiring him. “What do you- what do you think?”

Poor baby, he sounds so shy, which only pushes you to kiss him in the places he hates most. Leaving red lip prints on the scars you can reach with your lips, ghosting your fingers across the ones you can’t.

“Mhm, I think I want to suck your cock. Would you like that, Eddie?” You don’t wait for a response, the twitch of his dick is enough for you to pull his boxers down his legs leaving them pooled around his ankles, licking your lips at the sight of his cock springing forth.

Eddie sounds like a whore, wantonly moaning when you kiss the tip of his dick, and his cheeks flush deeply at his own noise. He’s starting to think all those things he thought he knew about you are wrong. He always assumed you were a sweet bookworm, untainted by the world around you. But he’s realizing quickly, especially as you lick a fat stripe from his base, that you’re a devious little thing. Dirty, evil, wicked, girl.

He was so wrong about you.

You’re taking your sweet time licking him, almost like his dick is a lollipop, starting at the base of his shaft and working your heavy tongue along the curve of him. When you reach his tip you suck it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of his salty precum, nails digging into his thighs.

Eddie’s losing his fucking shit above you, head smashed against the cabinet, but he’s staring down at you with half lidded eyes. His hands hold tight to the counter, knuckles white, his mouth parted open. He wants to touch you so badly, hold your cheeks while you bob on his cock, but his tight grip on the counter is the only thing keeping him up at this point.

It’s not his first blow job, but it’s without a doubt the best, so far beyond what he thought a blow job could be. You’re mouth is so hot, so wet, so fucking good, he feels delirious. He didn’t know a blow job could be this fucking good. Could have him so close to cumming when you’ve barely even done anything. Just bobbing up and down. Up and down. It hits him that you’re teasing him when you take him to the back of your throat, but only for a second, and then you're back to swirling your tongue around his leaking tip.

“Don’t be mean.” He pants when he catches on, and your laugh is muffled by his cock deep in the back of your throat. The vibration has him keening, hands flying down to grasp a hand full of your hair in his shaking hand. “Oh-oh my fucking god.”

He wants to cry when you suddenly pull off him, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, mascara tracking down your cheeks in black streaks. You look so fucking pretty. Drop dead gorgeous.

And then you lean past his cock, sucking one of his balls straight into your watery mouth, moaning at the heavy taste of him. He can’t breathe. Holy shit, he can’t fucking breathe. Thinks he might die with his fucking balls in your fucking mouth. But then your hand grabs him at the base and gives a strong steady stroke, and it’s like whatever dam had formed suddenly collapses and he moans so loudly it makes you jump, his other ball slipping into your warm mouth.

“Jesus H. Christ. Who are you? F-fucking naughty girl. You love this shit don’t you?” He’s gasping, voice so ragged it hurts his throat, and you only giggle at him while you suckle at his sack. “Evil fucking woman. Ruining me for anyone else.”

You bat your eyes, pulling away from him, a string of spit following after your swollen lips. Your hand still steadily jerks his cock, firm at the base, twisting across his tip. You have this look in your eyes, this strange yearning that he finally understands, can’t believe he ever missed before.

“Thats- oh fuck that feels so good- that’s what you fucking want isnt it? Wanna r-ruin me for the others?”

You say nothing, only bat your eyes at him, leaning forward to kitten lick his cock head.

“Y-you want me to be yours?” His getting close, the realization dawning on him. Earlier you brought up Marcy, how you saw him with her, he asked you if you were jealous. You denied it, but you had cast your eyes down to his lips before telling him he wished. He’d seen it then, that flicker of your eyes as you looked to his lips, but he’d brushed it off.

You take a break from sucking his soul from his body to roll your eyes, switching from your skillful mouth to your just as skillful hand.

“You said it.” It’s all you say before cupping his sack, rolling him around your hand softly, your grip on his cock slow and agonizing. He’s so close, can feel that heat burning down his spine, his chest heaving. He’s so close but he feels like he needs to hear you say it. Will go crazy if you don’t.

“Please, p-please just- fuck, Angel. Please just answer me.” He’s whining, thighs shaking, breath stuttering. You want to take pity on him, want to tell him yes, yes you want him to be yours. Only yours.

But that would end this game and you are too deep to give up now. So you sit up off your heels, line his cock up with your mouth, and kiss his tip.

“I want you to cum, Eddie.”

Then you’re engulfing him into your mouth, deep in your throat, and it burns and tears sting your eyes but you keep going. Fight through your gags, swallowing around him, pump his base with one hand while your other fondles his balls.

Eddie can’t take it, the pleasure and your noises too much, he grips both sides of your head and holds you there as he shoots rope after white hot rope of his cum into your throat. He’s whining and begging, pleading with you not to stop -never stop- as he cums so hard his vision blurs into white stars and swirls of light.

Desperately needing air, you swallow what he's given you and pull off until only his tip sits in your mouth. You suck and kiss and lick his delicious tip until he pulls you away from him with shaky hands and a whiny -"s'too much baby, please, s'too much."

You wipe the back of your hand against your mouth, ignoring the faint lines of red that trail after it. Eddie can't stop looking down at you, can't believe you just made him cum that hard.

"Taste so good, Ed's." It's all you say as you hike his boxers back up his legs, standing on shaking knees from kneeling for so long. You can feel your wetness seeping down your inner thighs, clit throbbing with need. You choose to ignore her, instead you reach your hand out and wipe some drool from the corner of Eddie's mouth.

"I'm gonna stop calling you Angel." He says on a pant, trying his hardest to calm down from his high, but the waves of pleasure are still ebbing at him.

"Are you now?" You ask with a little cock of your head and a sinister little smirk.

"Yeah, you were sent from hell. I'm almost positive. F-fucking succubus." He wants to kiss you, can feel his body being pulled to yours like a magnet. But you're already walking backwards, reaching down to grab your heels from the floor.

"I like when you call me angel, Eddie." You're leaving, and his chest clenches because he doesn't want you to go. He misses your warmth already.

But this was part of the game. Leave him wanting more.

"I'll see you around, Ed's." It's the last thing you say before you're gone, the trailer door slamming shut behind you.

Eddie can't help but allow his body to fall forward, hands clenching the counter top, he breathes in. Breathes out. Tries to find some semblance of his sanity. But then his eyes fall onto something black and lacey, hung on the doorknob.

He walks over slowly, face blanching when he realizes the black lace are your panties. You left him your fucking panties.

Eddie clenches the fabric in his hand, they're wet in the crotch and they smell like you.

Dirty, evil, wicked girl.

Eddie holds the fabric to his face and groans. "Angel my ass."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fan fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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aliea82 · 3 months

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Had a scene in my head, had to add context, and this is what I ended up with. Enjoy xxx

He knew he was being stupid.

That his actions at 2:38 in the morning were beyond ridiculous.

But he couldn’t help it.

‘Eddie!’ He calls as he knocks rather loudly on the front door of the house the government had gifted Eddie and his uncle after their trailer was destroyed by the rift.

He had left said house only hours before, dropping off several teens along his way home.

But nightmares had haunted his short sleep and he had to make sure, had to see that it was all lie, that Eddie hadn’t died in his arms all those months ago.

‘Eddie!’

Lights came on, and he stands back as Eddie opens the door, his wild hair even wilder, his chest bare, showing off tattoos and scars alike.

‘Bloody hell Harrington.’ He mutters, rubbing his eyes and stepping aside to let Steve in.

Stepping in, Steve let himself stare at Eddie, eyes wide as he took him in, checking his scars, making sure none had reopened, that there was no blood.

‘Hey,’ Eddie’s voice was gentle, making Steve look up. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I...I had to see.’

‘See what?’ Eddie moves through the house towards the kitchen, Steve follows, eyes still checking.

He watches Eddie open the fridge, grabbing two beers before turning back to Steve, eyes questioning.

Blinking, Steve tried to remember the question.

‘I dreamt you...you...’ the panic he had felt when he first woke washes over him again and he starts to shake, his eye going even wider as he stares at Eddie.

Eddie instantly put the beers down, moving into Steve’s space, his hands wrapping around Steve’s wrists.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m not dead, you got me out.’

Steve tries to control his breathing, to focus on Eddie’s words, on his warm hands wrapped around his wrists.

‘Your eyes...they...went out.’

‘No, look,’ Eddie’s hands move to Steve’s face, his eyes locking onto wide golden eyes.

Steve went still, his hands moving to grip the fabric of Eddie’s black plaid pyjama bottoms at his hips.

‘I’m alive, you got me out, spent hours at my bedside then even more hours helping as I healed. You saved me, remember?’

Tears fell unchecked down Steve’s face as Eddie spoke, as Eddie slowly pressed his forehead to Steve’s.

‘You saved me Sweetheart. Remember?’

Steve gasps, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s back pulling the other to him, his head burying itself against Eddie’s neck as a sob breaks free from the back of his throat.

Eddie held him, a hand going into his hair, the other across his shoulders as his face presses into the side of Steve’s head.

‘It’s okay.’

Steve cries.

He hadn’t cried in months, not since the Russians, even after everything that had happened in March.

He just hadn’t been able to.

Even as he sat at both Eddie’s and Max’s bedside, even as he was terrified he had lost them both.

But now, after one of many nightmares, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

So he cries, wrapped in arms he had come to trust in so many different ways.

He doesn’t know how long they stood there for, but Eddie doesn’t pull back, he keeps hold of Steve, his fingers moving softly through his hair, muttering soft words as Steve holds him tightly.

As he calms down, his breathing slowing, he finds his fingers tracing over Eddie’s bare back.

‘You died in my arms.’

‘No, you got me out.’

‘Yes but only after you died, you died, for like two minutes. Robin was taking Dustin, they didn’t know. Me and Nancy brought you back. You died Eddie, and I dream about it constantly, I fight with myself every day because I need to make sure you’re okay. Today I lost, I had to make sure, I had to see.’

His hands move back to Eddie’s hips and he pulls back to look at Eddie’s face, his eyes.

‘You died.’

‘Then in that case you brought me back,’ Eddie’s hand moves from Steve’s hair back to his face. ‘I owe you my life, Steve.’

Steve stares for a moment before leaning in.

The kiss is soft, just lips on lips lasting a second.

As he pulls back it’s to find Eddie smiling, lighting his eyes in a way Steve had never seen before and Steve couldn’t help smiling back.

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #ao3 author #steve and eddie #steddie drabble #thank you #ao3 #ao3 writer

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violentvaleska · 4 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

ғɪᴠᴇ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ

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ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

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ᴀ/ɴ: sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs (ʏᴇs ᴀ ғɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ, ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ) ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ <3

Year 849

The last two years have been hard, much harder than what you endured with Captain Levi. Shadis trained you well, exhausted you to the point where you lay sick in the barracks for a good month. But you made it, you perfected your ODM skills, you are not too bad with the blandes and you are building up muscles. You have made friends with some of the older cadets and get on well with Eren's group. Most of the time, though, you were on your own, writing reports to Commander Erwin whenever you could. He never really answered, and for the first two months you thought he had not received them, fearing he might send the Captain after you, but he never came. Your dreams are nothing but strange. Sometimes they show clear events from your past, and you can now at least remember what your parents looked like. You even remember the names of your siblings; Maria (like the wall) and Tommen. It makes you happy to put a name to their faces, though you still feel hopeless about yours. Nothing but black spots surround your brain when you try to think. In the other dreams you have, you see absurd scenes that always seem to take place in your future.

You dreamt of a decapitated blonde man, saw several of your new comrades dead or even imagined Eren turning into a titan, how absurd. Even though you still believe they are nothing more than your imagination, you kept your promise to the Commander of the Survey Corps and used your free time to write down those damn dreams. With your thoughts, you clung to a rather old, but remarkable one. Ilse Langnar, a Scout soldier, was able to communicate with a Titan that later ate her. It felt so real, as if you'd been there with her. You were even able to understand the Titan who, to your surprise, spoke of "Lady Ymir". Whether he was referring to your comrade you don't know, but it's certainly not a coincidence. Nor are your visions. You had them with Eren and Captain Levi at random times, but the trigger was always a touch. That's why you started to avoid touching others, or at least to avoid the combat training with Eren. It's confusing and unpleasant, and by now you can tell that he also has these vivid visions.

You stretch your arms out and lean your upper body against the wooden wall of the canteen. The wind rustles through your freshly cut hair and you look off into the distance, catching sight of a man riding directly in your direction. The stallion is quite fast, and you can see more cadets leaving the canteen as he gets closer. Jean stops next to you, wondering who it could be. With a shrug, you try to make out the figure. Black hair, pale complexion and a green cloak. You have a certain suspicion, but you pray you are wrong. It has been a good day so far, his presence would only ruin it. Gulping as you finally recognise the man, you let out a sound of annoyance, catching your comrades off guard.

"Do you know this guy?" Reiner asks, looking from you to the rather small man with obvious interest.

"I do." You answer matter-of-factly, noticeably tense, as the Captain's gaze falls on you while he jumps from his horse and marches straight towards you.

"Oi, stupid brat. You're coming with me." His demeanour is even more rude than you remember, and the dark circles under his eyes make him look even more terrifying. The cadets whisper, their eyes fixed on the strongest of men. "That's him." You listen to Eren chattering to Armin. "Captain Levi." The blonde boy speaks softly and gives you a suspicious look. He must have noticed the high-ranking soldier's grey eyes on you. It's strange for a cadet to be familiar with the higher ranks. Levi comes closer and holds out his hand to you.

"Are you deaf or something?" His hand wraps around your arm as you pull away, trying to gain a distance from him.

"Shit, stop struggling." The Captain demands, clearly stressed over something unknown to you. You hear the cadets talking in deafening whispers, none of them daring to interrupt your manhandling.

"You can't order me around, I'm not your subordinate!" You complain loudly and stretch out your leg to kick him in the side, but he blocks it easily.

"That's fucking hilarious, Faye." His voice stern and his eyes bored, he grabs your other arm and pins you against the wooden wall behind you.

"Now calm down. I have a few questions." But you don't calm down, you just keep wiggling in his firm grip.

"I've sent Commander Smith all my reports, what's there to talk about with you stupid..." Before you can hurl one of your height-related insults at his head, a loud voice makes everyone but Captain Levi stiffen.

"Levi. Is there a reason for your unannounced visit?" Shadi's words are sharp as he approaches the two of you. He clearly doesn't like the hard man and demands an answer.

"Erwin send me. It's a personal matter." His eyes never leave yours, and while it scares you how much control he's able to exert over you, you can't help but feel captivated by his beautiful orbs.

"Look Captain, I don't know what Erwin has planned with Engel, and frankly I don't care, but I would appreciate it if you would stop mistreating my cadets." With that, Levi lets go of you, causing you to stumble back a little out of breath.

"I need to borrow her, it won't take long." Is all the dark haired man says as he takes your wrist in his surprisingly large hand and leads you away from the group.

"Have you told anyone about the dreams? The memory loss, or how you just spawned out there?" Clearly suspicious that you have broken your promise to the Corps, Levi questions you as he walks away from the wooden building to get some distance. What he's about to discuss with you is a private matter ans should not be overheard by those damn kids.

"No. I haven't even told Shadis, apparently Commander Smith made him think I was some natural talent he found on the street or something." The Captain scoffs and shakes his head in mild amusement, remembering how Erwin had a soft spot for hopeless strays like himself.

"Good." Is all he says and stops abruptly. There's silence and for a moment the two of you just stare at each other. Levi's eyes roam over your form and he makes a mental note of how well you keep yourself together.

"17 years ago, a scout spotted a man just outside the Shiganshina district. He only remembered his name, nothing else. Grisha Yeager." He begins, crossing his arms as he looks at you.

"Three years later he got married and had a son. Eren." You swallow, your eyes wide as your heartbeat increases.

"What?" is the only thing you manage to blur out.

"It was never discovered how he ended up outside the walls. Though it's highly suspicious that the first thing you remember is the name of his only son." He points out, glaring at you. It is a strange coincidence, nothing more.

"So that's it? You are just going to throw your conspiracy theories at me again and make me feel bad about something I have no memory of?" You spit and narrow your eyes, avoiding eye contact to create a new sense of security, as looking at him only seems to break you.

"No, that was just the beginning." He slowly but noticeably draws closer, his hand fidgeting dangerously.

"A few months ago you had a vivid dream about Scout Ilse Langnar, does that ring a bell?" Raising an eyebrow, you give him a quick nod, remembering the damn dream well enough.

"Tell me, what happened in your dream?" The question seems a little off, as if he's testing you. But why? You think for a moment, closing your eyes as you try to come up with an answer.

"Ilse was separated and her ODM equipment was damaged. She ran, looking for safety in titan territory. But it was no use, one of them caught up with her." The Captain raises an eyebrow, clearly anticipating your last words, and after a pause you continue.

"It was an abnormal one. Instead of eating her, it talked. It said something about a lady called Ymir, Ilse was able to write it all down, but unfortunately the titan killed her in the end." This detailed confession leaves Levi stunned and for a while he just stares at you, his eyes wide and his body frozen. Did you say something wrong?

"Did something happen?" You ask uncertainly, uncomfortable with the way he stares at you, as if he's seen a ghost. Levi finds it hard to answer and instead grips both your shoulders tightly.

"A few days after your report reached us, we lost Ilse Langner during an expedition. No one knew what had happened to her. We thought it was strange, how could you have foreseen her possible death, right?" The grip gets harder and he bares his teeth dangerously, frightening you.

"And then yesterday we found her bloody notebook." You swallow, your eyes widening at the realisation.

"What?" You ask, seemingly out of breath, your body tensing slightly. "This can't be happening." You think, whimpering at the thought of having had a prophetic dream. What if your other vivid dreams are also coming true?

"How is that even possible?" Levi rolls his eyes at your words, his hands moving over your shoulder to grasp your collar.

"You tell me." Clear threat in his voice, you try to get some distance between you, but to no avail.

"Captain." You fold your hands, hoping to shake some sense into him. Your relationship has been rocky from the start, and while you have done your best to be polite and pleasant, he still treats you like a threat.

"Cadet." Levi may appear emotionless on the outside, but you can tell he is nothing like that on the inside. People think he's cold, doesn't care, or is just a sadist. While the latter may be true, frankly you don't know, the stoic Captain is certainly no emotionless wreck. Mike told you that Levi was the first of the higher-ups to appear in the chambers when he heard your screams on that eventful night exactly two years ago. The Captain even took you to the nurse and stayed with you the whole of the night. A careless man would not do that for his subordinate.

"You know, that scares me too." You whisper on the verge of tears, leaning into his rough touch that isn't meant to comfort you.

"How many of my dreams could come true? Why does this happen?" Sharing your thoughts with him aloud makes it even more emotional and you let the tears fall, a hiccup leaving your lips.

"I don't even know who I am." The harsh reality of your words hits Levi harder than he thought and he lets go of you immediately, as if he had burned himself. Looking at you, he notices that you look healthier, stronger, but still sleep-deprived and tear stained eyes make you look almost harmless.

"Erwin is going through all your reports, looking for clues as to what might happen next." He explains, and you notice that he has calmed down. It is a good sign, even a sure one.

"The moment he found out about the notebook and Ilse, he lost it. We didn't understand why, but then he showed us your report from months ago..." Levi stops and brushes his hair out of his face.

"Fuck. I don't even believe in that stupid prophetic shit, but this is no coincidence." You nod silently, agreeing with the Captain. It sounds so unreal, the whole ordeal, that you are responsible for the death of a soldier, it makes you feel sick.

"Captain..." You trail off nervously. Your big eyes stare down, avoiding to look at him.

"I've seen so many of our comrades die in my dreams. I can't even imagine..." His interrupting you isn't entirely new to you, after all he never respected you enough to let you finish.

"Then don't." Short and cold, his usual exterior. It's his way of showing you how it's done.

"Don't think too much about it for now, it will only lead you further down this path." Darkness covers his expression and you can see that similar nightmares haunt him. You can't even imagine how many friends and comrades he must have lost over the years.

"The reports mention that you dream about me often. What are they about?" Captain Levi demands to know, making you blush. These dreams are strangely intimate and you wouldn't even dare mention them out loud to anyone.

"Oh. Um... is it important?" While you're clearly embarrassed and feel that he's overstepping your bounds a little, the Captain doesn't seem to notice.

"It is to me. If you can predict death, I'd like to know mine." He shrugs, causing you to roll your eyes.

"I've never seen you die in my dreams." You huff, unimpressed by his attitude.

"Oh, so what do I do in your dreams, hm?" It surprises you to see him in such a playful mood, as if challenging you to say something for his own amusement.

"Ah, let me think?" You say, pretending to be deep in thought for a second.

"Hm, maybe you'll hit me or call me stupid?" Being arrogant with him hasn't helped you in the past, but it's worth it.

"Tch. And I thought I was being too gentle with you." Levi groans and moves his head to the side when he sees you laughing. It's strange, he's never seen you in this mood before; light-hearted and calm, even though the situation is serious. You are also less tense than before, seemingly getting used to him and his harsh nature.

"The training has done you good." The Captain lets his thoughts roll freely over his tongue, his eyes wandering unashamedly over your now relaxed form. "Just checking your condition," he tells himself, trying to ignore the way the belt of your equipment hugs your hips perfectly.

"I suppose. I feel healthier." You comment, cheeks flushing as you cross your hands behind your back.

"Good Cadet. Keep it up, you might even learn to ride." Levi can't help but give you a small, barely perceptible smile as he turns away, not even bothering to wave goodbye.

"Mike never stops talking about you, write to him sometime. The big bastard is getting on my nerves." And with that he leaves you standing there, confused, alone and deep in thought.

#fanfiction #attack on titan #levi ackerman #aot #levi ackerman x reader #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #levi #aot fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months

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Pomegranate Ink: XXXIV

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Some days after Sukuna’s defeat, you wake up.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: i can’t believe this is truly the final chapter

You weren’t sure how long you dreamt for. The scenes you were shown were random, an assortment of the things you had lived through, but in no particular order. Many of them were about Yuta, or were memories featuring him — whether this was because he was generally there for the most important events of your life, or because he himself was the most important thing in your life, you did not know. Some of them were things you had not even experienced: a woman being eaten alive but spitting in defiance at her tormentor anyways, another woman embracing a tall, dark-haired man in the rain as she cried, and a girl with golden hair drinking someone’s poisoned blood-like-pomegranates, signing a contract she was not even aware had been written.

When you opened your eyes, you were lying in a hospital bed, the last remnants of your hazy sleep fading in the face of the bright gold sunlight streaming through the glass-paned window. The room was sterile, as most hospital rooms tended to be, but on your bedside table was a pot of blue irises, the colorful petals brightening up the otherwise-white space.

“Am I dead?” you said, sitting up, your voice rough from disuse. You were not alone in the room; Maki was dozing off in a chair beside you, and this made you frown. If you were dead, that meant she was, too, and you hadn’t wanted that to happen. You had sacrificed yourself so that she and the others didn’t have to. Had it been for nothing?

Maki woke up with a start, scrambling to her feet as soon as she heard your voice. She stared at you for a second, and then her eyes filled with tears and she was wrapping her arms around you so snugly that you actually coughed from the pressure. Something wet and warm dripped onto your shoulder, and you realized she was sobbing as she hugged you, pressing her face against the crook of your neck.

“No,” she choked out. “You’re alive. Stupid, stupid Y/N…you’re alive.”

“I thought for sure I’d died, though,” you said with a small frown. “Did I really grow so weak that I couldn’t even manage that? Well, I guess it’s not important. Where are the others? What about Sukuna?”

“Everyone else is as fine as you could expect,” she said. “And Sukuna is gone.”

Sukuna was gone. They had figured out some way to do it, some way to defeat him. The creature who took and took and took — you were finally free from his all-consuming grasp. You were all finally free. At least, those of you who were left to enjoy it were.

“That’s good,” you said. “Does that mean Megumi—?”

“Yes,” Maki said, looking at the ground. You swallowed but nodded.

“How is Gojo?” you said, daring to hope for just that one second. She gave you a pitying look, and you knew even before she said it what her answer would be. You closed your eyes, waiting to hear it from her mouth.

“You’re the prodigy with Composition,” Maki said. “If you couldn’t bring him back, that means no one else could, either. He’s really gone.”

You pushed aside your grief, knowing that the time to mourn would come, but not yet. There was still something you had to know, someone you had yet to ask about.

“Where is Yuta?” you said. It was odd that you were in a hospital room and he wasn’t by your side, but you refused to think about what that could mean.

“He’s…” Maki trailed off, lost for words.

“No,” you said, cold washing over you. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was saying, and she immediately shook her head.

“It’s not like that! He’s alive.” she said. “He’s just in one of the hospital rooms.”

“You should’ve said so,” you said. “As long as he’s alive, it’s fine.”

“Yes, he is, but he’s been resting recently,” Maki said.

“Resting? Why?” you said. As the special grade sorcerer with the most cursed energy and a Reverse Cursed Technique of his own, such prolonged rest was generally beneath Yuta, who recovered almost instantly. Although you were glad he was taking a moment to relax, it was out of character enough for him that it confused you.

“Y/N,” Maki said with a sigh. “Yuta is — he’s not — he’s not exactly okay, just because he’s not dead.”

You threw your blankets aside without waiting for further explanation, sliding to the floor without even bothering to put your shoes on, your hospital gown fluttering around your bare legs as you sprinted out of the room. Maki shouted in protest behind you, but you ignored her, running through the hallways of the hospital ward with only one thing on your mind.

“Yuta!” you shouted as you ran. “Yuta!”

At the end of the hall, a door slammed open, and Yuta, also clad in a hospital gown, sans even a pair of slippers, stumbled out. He was unsteady on his feet, walking with an uncharacteristic gingerness, but when he saw you, his face lit up and he began running towards you.

“Y/N!” he said, opening his arms as you collided into one another, his frail limbs fitting around you as securely as if they had been made to be there. You held onto him, your breaths falling into sync, your heartbeats in tandem as he kissed your neck, your cheeks, your temples and forehead over and over like he was in disbelief that you were real.

“Are you okay?” you said. “Maki was insinuating that something had happened, but you seem fine. What’s wrong?”

“I’m the one who should be asking that,” he said, stroking your hair. “You’re the one who died.”

“Died?” you said. “But Maki said I’m alive.”

“You are,” he said. “Because I brought you back.”

It was the same story again. You thought Yuta had been the Heian Era Y/N and you had been her husband, the nameless one whose only claim to fame was bringing her back to life after she died against Sukuna, but it wasn’t the case. You were Y/N. He was the original L/N, the one who loved someone so much he could not bear to live without them.

“How?” you said. “You don’t have Composition, so how did you manage that?”

“The words ‘I love you,’” he said. “By refusing to say them out of a fear of cursing you, I made a Binding Vow with myself. All of my cursed energy got concentrated into that phrase, and so when I finally did say it, I was able to funnel every bit into healing you.”

“What does that mean, though?” you said. “If you used all of your cursed energy to heal me, then—?”

“I have none left,” he completed. “I’m a normal person now, Y/N. Your life for my sorcery; to be sure, it was an easy decision to make.”

Yuta was a normal person. Special grade sorcerer, Yuta Okkotsu, was a normal person. You cradled his face in your hands, brushing your lips against his, delicately, softy, afraid you’d break him now that he didn’t have his typical strength. But he grabbed the back of your head, crushing you to him, kissing you like he wanted to meld with you into one person, like he never wanted to be separated from you again.

“You’re in danger now,” you said, pulling away and panting, placing your hands on his shoulders for support. “Without any cursed energy, you’re in danger now, right?”

“From who?” he said, lips parted as he regained his breath. “Kenjaku and Sukuna are gone. And since there are no more special grade sorcerers left in the world, the few remaining curses are extraordinarily weak. We’ll get rid of them soon, and then there won’t be anything endangering us.”

A world without curses. It sounded like a fairytale, a utopian possibility that couldn’t occur for many years, but to hear Yuta tell it, it was something that was happening now. Something which you would get to see in your lifetime.

A world where you could all go to university together and have normal jobs that didn’t require you to risk your lives. A world where your only farewells would be borne of distance and not death. That kind of a world…was it really something that you might one day know?

You weren’t sure. For the moment, though, you decided not to worry about that. The future would always be uncertain, after all. But you had Yuta. No matter what, in some way, shape, or form, you had him, as he had you.

“Don’t let go,” he said when you tried to step away. There were things to be done, after all, others to meet, a funeral to plan — funerals to plan, actually, considering just how many people were gone now.

But, then again, all of that could be done later, too.

“Okay,” you said. “Not yet. Not today.”

“Not anymore. Not ever,” he insisted. And because you both had spent so much time apart, because you had died for him and he had died for you, because neither of you had to say goodbye anymore, you only smiled slightly.

“Yes,” you agreed. “I won’t let go of you, Yuta. Not anymore. Not ever.”

So, as the sun shone down the hallway and the sweet smell of irises filled the air, the two of you clung to each other tighter.

closing thoughts: i would like to thank everyone who was supported me with this story. whether by leaving a comment (or comments), sending me an ask (or asks), liking, reblogging, or even just silently reading, each of you are the reason i was able to finish this fic. there were definitely some ups and downs in terms of how consistently i posted, but i managed to get the whole thing done before the official two year anniversary HAHA so i count it as a win.

i never thought that this story was going to get so long, but it is my first to be over 200k words, which i think is crazy. in that many words and the time that i’ve been writing the characters of pomegranate ink, i’ve grown attached to them, and seeing everyone be as invested in the story as i am always makes me smile a little bit. i will miss writing the crew’s (mis)adventures, inside jokes, and various relationships, but i am glad i got to do so for as long as i did.

thank you all again for reading and watching y/n, yuta, and co. come into their own with me 🫶🏻 it has been a pleasure and i hope to see you again on one of my other stories ❤️

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #reader insert #canon au #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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dyvimwhitehart · 4 months

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fill this ghost town up with light

While her feet do itch to touch down in Tyrian Gorge, she pauses, watching him have the time he deserves with his restored home. or, The Wizard and Dyvim Whitehart visit the Silent Market for the first time since taking it back from the Umbra Legion. READ ON A03 FOR ADDITIONAL COMMENTS.

With the confirmation of just how far the Shadow Palace lies from Bastion, she shifts her eagerness around to equally shoulder its weight with that of reality. It’s simply not feasible to go haywire and burn a hole through Fort Rachias. If she wants a chance at challenging Morganthe face to face, she has to abide by the rules that were established long before she ever set foot in Khrysalis.

The rules of the Umbra Legion. The rules of the Council of Light. The rules of a prophecy she had no hand in writing, but is tasked with fulfilling— with outrunning.

Amber keeps her face steady in front of King Mourningsword. He is doing all he can with what he has, and she knows better than anyone that suddenly being thrust into an ongoing conflict like this after such dormancy is difficult. When he acknowledges how she’s practically chomping at the bit to reach the Shadow Queen, she wonders what aspect of her body betrayed her.

It certainly wasn’t her expression. Maybe her hands, clenching and unclenching, gave away the emotions she’d rather not dwell on. Either way, he gives the plan dreamt up by the throne’s advisor and Zaltanna his royal approval so she can be on her way as soon as possible.

In her haste, she’s nearly out the door before the king can call out for her to wait. Briefly embarrassed, she turns back around, lowering the hand intended for the door to her side.

The king smiles amusedly. Then, he himself turns toward one of the other doors in the throne room as if said smile never occurred.

“You will have a companion on your journey, Spellbinder,”

Amber’s gut reaction to that is a strong, negative one. So many years without a companion, and now they’re being thrust upon her. Hasn’t she proved she can handle herself? Isn’t that what the story wants from her? Even if they mean well, and she’s sure they do, they’ll just slow her down if they stick around.

Or, they’ll get hurt, and there will be no one else left at the scene to blame but the all-powerful Spellbinder that should have done something more. The blood adjacent to her hands soaks the skin more thoroughly than the blood that actually stains them.

As if the universe is playing some kind of cruel joke on her, a newly-revitalized Dyvim Whitehart steps through the door King Mourningsword is gesturing toward.

And if the joke wasn’t already cruel enough, her first instinct is not to fold her hands and simply accept his presence— but to rush forward towards him, sighing in relief.

(She doesn’t— but can you imagine?)

“I told Dyvim Whitehart to rest, but he would not have it,” Mourningsword continues. His best knight moves to stand obediently at his side. “Take him to the Melanos Tower. From there, you can better plan your invasion of Fort Rachias.”

Dyvim steps up, nodding to her. “I am eager to see this through, my friend.”

Though the king is correct about him needing his rest, Amber can’t help but notice how much stronger his voice sounds. That deep, honeyed tone that was absent at the time of him drinking the antidote has returned in full-force. It invigorates her in a way she is not used to. With it, she could do something stupid— like charge aimlessly into battle— without a second thought.

She attempts to say something intelligent, but all she can do at the moment is nod. A declaration of wanted independence is still occupying space on her tongue, and the last thing she wants is to turn him away out of habit.

King Mourningsword does the hard part for them. With a shake of his hand, they’re ushered out the front door of the throne room. Immediately upon exiting, the warmth of the new Bastion hits them. Amber hears Dyvim sigh deeply beside her.

“Isn’t it brilliant? The sun in the sky?”

Amber wipes a coat of dust from a previous battle off her wand. “I’m as glad to see you on your feet as I am the Burrowers reclaiming this area,”

“I couldn’t bear to spend another second cooped up in the palace,” he exclaims, jumping further down the steps. “Not when all of this was waiting for me out here,”

It hits her then that Dyvim had no way of knowing that the next phase of the plan involved storming the Melanos Tower. Had he simply asked the king to send him back out somewhere, anywhere he could oppose the Shadow? Or had he requested to walk alongside her specifically?

Pondering at such a frayed end in the fabric of her journey is useless in the grand scheme of things, though, so she waives it from her mind just as quickly as it appeared there and focuses on the knight’s excitement instead.

“How much of it have you had the chance to see?”

“I awoke again after drinking the antidote as the Apiary guard sought passage here from the base of the Moon Cliffs. It was as if my body sensed there was something I needed to see and forced me awake,” the gusto in his voice rises, and then falls. “Of course, I was ushered back inside again soon after that to rest . But the beauty of it all…”

The wonder on his face encourages Amber to take another look around. Shockingly, she hasn’t made stopping and smelling the roses a priority in all of this. While her feet do itch to touch down in Tyrian Gorge, she pauses, watching him have the time he deserves with his restored home.

It’s important enough to stall the mission because it’s something she feels she hasn’t seen before. The dead worlds like Dragonspyre and Azteca will never have this chance. As Dyvim stops to inspect a bushel of orange flowers, she feels a brief reprieve in her chest— a small voice telling her she’s done a bit of good by Khrysalis.

And then another, crying out that she has to save them this time. She has to .

“These are aurantiacus blossoms,” he smiles, rooting around within them further. “We have them in the Last Wood. With all the fog the Umbra Legion brought, I never expected them to survive out here,”

“They’re persistent,” Amber says. “Stubborn,”

He stands. “Just like my people. Now what do you say we go find a way to challenge that Ghost Dog, eh? All that bedrest has made me eager to see battle,”

As they continue to walk, it dawns on her. To make it to Tyrian Gorge, they’ll have to go through the market. He must know, right? That sorrow no longer has a shop there? The last thing she wants to do is ruin the surprise, if it is one. He’s been cooped up half-dead, after all.

For a moment, Amber’s feet have wings. She picks up her pace and turns back to face him.

“Before we battle, there’s something else you should see,”

Dyvim raises an eyebrow. “By all means, then, Spellbinder— I’ll follow you,”

The guards stationed by the tunnel greet them, both unable to hide their excitement at seeing Dyvim out and about behind their professionalism. Amber steadies her pace to walk beside him as they step briefly into the dark.

Guiding them to the tunnel’s end is an even brighter sun than before.

Like Bastion, the fog that once coated Silent Market has now lifted. Stations manned by Goliaths are now occupied by Burrowers who have torn down any garish Umbra Legion memorabilia. Their wispy flags of war have been replaced by lush green banners strewn from tree to tree. All around, flora and fauna she now recognizes from her time in the Last Wood springs up alongside vendor’s tents.

A smattering of happy gasps and cheers emerge from those near the market’s entrance upon seeing them. While Amber eyes them, offering reserved nods in their direction, Dyvim takes in the sight of a flurry of butterflies weaving around his antlers. His gaze follows them as they flutter off toward a grand old tree shedding pink leaves.

“By Bastion…” he exhales.

The small crowd disperses to tend to their wares and shopping lists as Dyvim begins taking slow steps forward.

“This can’t be the same place we tracked down Zaltanna’s note in, can it? The greenery, the butterflies… I can barely believe it,”

“It’s very beautiful,” Amber offers, moving to follow him.

They inspect the series of doors where they once convened upon finding Zaltanna’s (Cornelius, at the time) red sash. Such a quest feels like ages ago. Amber has lost track of time quicker here in Khrysalis than she has in other worlds. It’s a phenomenon she can’t quite explain. Still, its been weeks. Months, even. So much has been done with so much left to do.

Dyvim stops suddenly, ears twitching upward. Amber steps around his tail as it stands straight out to move beside him. He begins taking slow steps toward the unoccupied homes that make up the edge of the market.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

“They’re gone,” he says after a moment. His tone is flat, which frustrates her a bit. Is this how people feel when speaking with her?

“Who’s gone?”

“The statues. The Crystal Statues I showed you the last time we were here.” he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t you remember? They were the souls of Burrowers trapped when Bastion fell. The ones caught in the Shadow Queen’s dark magic. The ones forced to… stay here forever,”

“I remember,” Amber murmurs.

And she does. She steps forward off the grass and onto the stone that once housed the crystals. When in this spot before, staring at the masses of jagged purple rock, her Necromancy had allowed her to sense the spirits of those trapped inside. Their message had been too haunting to share with him at the time.

Even to a soldier who has seen so much, their words were piercing. They hit her right where the wound of Azteca was fresh. Her composure falters for a moment as she shuts her eyes and presses her palm to the ground.

She can’t feel them anymore.

She thinks that’s a good sign, one that points to their spirits escaping, finally passing on. They were not at peace when forever-chained to the Silent Market. If anything, they gave it its namesake, one that no longer fits. And so, they had been liberated once Bastion was.

She can’t feel them anymore, but she remembers the words they shared with her: We are the dreamers. Not dead yet far from alive. But days ago we loved, felt dawn, and saw sunset glow.

The light peeking through the treetops warms the back of her hand. Carefully, Amber stands, staring down at the spot on the ground where nothing remains.

“Do you know what happened to them?” Dyvim asks.

“I think their souls are at peace now. They were able to see Bastion restored, which must have set them free. They can rest. They can finally rest,”

He nods, seemingly accepting that explanation. She doesn’t know how much weight those words would’ve carried had she not been the Spellbinder. It’s irrelevant, though, if it brings him some semblance of peace as well.

Another moment of silence passes between them before Dyvim speaks again. When he does, that wry smile has found a way back onto his face.

“I guess that means our next step is to finish what they started, yes?”

The heaviness of the spot dissipates as they step away from it, moving further into the vibrant market. After ascending a flight of stairs, the heavily guarded grand door to the gorge becomes visible, as does a waterfall and several more vendor tents.

Few patrons pay them any mind now. Amber can imagine they’re much more eager to shop again than they would be to stop and chat. Now that she thinks of it, though, she wouldn’t mind procuring a new ring or athame at random chance. Dyvim did mention Burrowers excelling in craftwork.

“Once the challenge is issued to Ghost Dog, you should come back and take a moment to enjoy all this,” she tells him.

“And you?” he counters.

“And me?”

“Do you ever get to reap the rewards of your heroics, Spellbinder? Reach out your hand and feel it, all the sunlight there is to bask in,”

“I’m sure the sun will beat down on me just as hard across the Starfall Sea,”

“But not in the same way as it does here,”

A sea of pink blossoms rain down over them as they pass under another grand tree. This one takes root in one of the waterfall pools. Dyvim stops to dip his feet into the water, beckoning for her to join him.

“You haven’t been encouraging me to rest like the king, you know,” he says.

Amber dips down to cup some of the bright blue water in her palms. It washes away the dust caked on them, revealing a series of scars and practically changing the shade of her skin.

“That would be hypocritical of me to do,” she says before splashing her face. “Like you said, I don’t reap my spoils,”

“How strange it is that the sounds of battle are more relaxing to us than the flow of a stream,”

Dyvim sinks down beside her, washing his own hands in the water. Amber quirks a brow up as she attempts to rub her cheek dry.

“It’s not surprising if you think about all I… we’ve been through. Individually,”

“I never said it was surprising. Just strange,” he stands up to catch a pink leaf before it goes spilling into the drink below. “I’ve never been able to fully enjoy the beauty of the Last Wood because of what its name implies. Last. Final. Close to extinction, needing protection. Every beautiful thing I see is a reminder of what could soon be lost,”

Amber stays hunched over, hands hung in the water. “I’m not going to let that happen, Dyvim. I’m going to do everything I can to stop it from happening,”

The peaceful smile on his face seems out of place to her. Every word he says is ripe with the horror of what could be, and yet here he is, playing with foliage like a child instead of a soldier. Just the thought of standing up straight exhausts her, let alone looking overjoyed about it. Now that she’s in this position, she may never be able to get out of it.

Still, Dyvim just gazes warmly down at her. Only when he lowers himself to her level again does his strength become observable. It hides in the curve of his smile, behind the temporary happiness in his eyes.

“Thank you for this , Spellbinder,”

“For this?”

“You have given me the chance to see the vibrant place my ancestors once called home. It’s a Bastion that, admittedly, some days I thought I’d never meet,”

“It’s… I have so much more to do,” she says, turning her cheek.

“We’ll do it together,”

“Dyvim—”

He laughs a bit before she can protest about prophecies and whatnot. “—as much of it as we can. Here, take these as a reminder. You’ll need them when you can’t remember what the world looks like beyond the bleakness of the gorge,”

Amber glances upward, her face still temporarily muddled by some combination of sorrow, embarrassment, and fatigue. Dyvim’s arm is outstretched and his palm wide open. In his hand sits one of the many pink leaves and an orange aurantiacus blossom he must’ve plucked earlier. She eyes them before taking them, as if they’ll bite. Then, she inspects them gently with her own hands.

“You said every beautiful thing you see is a reminder of what you could lose,” the orange petal melts slightly against a water droplet left on her palm. “Seeing Bastion like this doesn’t scare you?”

When she looks up at him, he’s already looking at her. “Seeing this is a different kind of beauty. It’s the kind that fills me with hope instead of fear,”

She holds his gaze then. Just for a second, though, before returning her attention to the gifts in her hand.

“They’ll never survive,” If anything, they’re already dead, torn off from their stems.

“They’re persistent,” Dyvim says. “And stubborn. Like someone else I know,”

At that, Amber stands, and he stands with her. She takes a moment to slip the foliage in between the pages of her tightly packed spell deck. By the time this is all over, if they still have this gorgeous world to enjoy, they’ll be perfectly pressed.

“You must be referring to yourself,” she manages a smile. Dyvim only shrugs, starting toward the grand door to the gorge.

“Maybe. Or maybe that’s just something we all have in common,”

#wizard101 fic #wizard101 #dyvim whitehart #wizzy fandom #wizard101 fanfiction #dyvwiz #the premise for this one slaps hard ngl..... i love u sm khrysalis <3 #every few months i just pop out a dyvwiz fic like clockwork

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darkhangels · 1 year

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12. fade into you

enjoy the silence masterlist

morpheus x f!reader

warnings: It is with great honour that I finally tag this work as smut, Minors DNI

words: 5386

You awoke to the sound of your name being desperately called and someone shaking you. With a groan you looked up to find your mother staring at you in horror.

“Did you just black out at my wedding?” She gasped.

You rubbed your eyes. “What? No! Well, yes but I’m not drunk” You argued

You were flat out for twenty straight minutes though you wished desperately it had been more, so you could’ve danced with Morpheus all night. A shocking wave of misery stunned you to your core as you remembered just how alone you were in the waking world. But heat also rises to your cheeks at the memory of your dreams.

“Unbelievable” She grumbled. “You’ve just sat there like a sulking little girl the whole reception”

You rolled your eyes and groaned to yourself. “Sorry, I’m just tired is all”

Your mother peered at you and shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t care, you are so fixated on ruining everything for me” She hissed.

And you couldn't help but let out a laugh. “What? Mum I literally just fell asleep, no foul done”

Eyes started to wander over to the two of you, creating a scene and Mark sauntered over and spoke into your Mums ear. “Come on Love, she’s fine, she simply fell asleep”

Your Mother looked at you before huffing and turning back around to her guests. You gave Make a grateful smile and he in turn gave you a short but kind one. You hadn’t spoken to him that much at all really, but he seemed so much more relaxed than your Mum it was kind of a shock he put up with it. He was like her anchor, always drawing her back to the surface.

As the two strode away you let out a huff of air and hung your head.

You had remained silent. You smiled. You were polite. And you kept to yourself and yet it was still not enough for her.

So fuck it.

You didn’t want to keep to yourself, you didn’t want to hide away like you were some dirty secret, nothing more than a burden on your mothers back. You were a person. A pretty okay one at that.

Why were you here? Wasting your time, wasting your life on stupid social calls that meant nothing to you. When you could be anywhere else, somewhere better.

And where else did you feel your most self if not by Morpheus’ side.

You brushed your hand over the necklace.

Yes it was forbidden. The universe would curse you for it. But you had to at least try. It had to be worth risking it for, right? And your mind thought back to Morpheus' grip on your waist spinning around the empty halls and you had your answer.

You had something. Something real. And you were not going to let it slip through your fingers so easily.

You once told Morpheus about how much you dreamt of freedom, desired it, just waiting for the right moment.

Well it starts today.

No stuffy Parents. No hiding away. No universal rules.

You had to take a leap of faith, take a stand

And this was it.

All you had done was wait around for someone to tell you that this was your moment, for something to happen that would be your wake up call.

But that was no one else's decision, no one else's job.

Not Lorna’s.

Not your Mother’s.

And not Morpheus’.

Just yours. And that was enough.

You glared at the door from across the venue, almost challenging it, your inner conflict tearing you every which way before a strong sense of revolve flooded through you and grabbed your clutch and coat, pulling it on as you marched to the exit of the hotel without so much as a single glance back at the party you were leaving behind, the life you were leaving behind.

No more listening to people telling you what to do, no more hiding away.

You were done with moping, wallowing in sadness.

This was your life and God be damned you were going to live it. No matter the consequences.

“Please, where are you going now?” Your mothers shrill voice called after you.

You ignored her and continued on your route, not caring about the judgemental eyes watching you clear through the hotel lobby. You heard her call your name desperately before she caught up with you at the door, your hand on the handle, you were so close. “What on earth are you doing?” She hissed angrily peering into your eyes.

You held your head up high and shrugged, a slight smirk playing on your lips. “Pulling a stunt”

Her face morphed into one of pure shock and you smiled triumphantly before turning to the glass door in front of you.

Without looking back you pulled open the door and let it shut as you spotted a nearby taxi, flagging it down. You quickly rambled your address to the taxi driver and you were home in a little over twenty minutes. You practically threw your money at the driver before quickly striding to your apartment complex. Your skin buzzing with anticipation and your heart trembling with adrenaline.

You ran into your apartment before making your way to your bedroom and hesitantly sitting on the end of your bed. You were shaking slightly, you realized and you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Was it the fear of rejection? Maybe the fear that you were about to make a horrible mistake?

He dipped his head down and peered into your eyes. “If you are ever in danger or in need you can use the necklace, I will still come”

That’s what he had said, and though you weren’t in immediate danger (well, apart from maybe your sanity). You were definitely in need.

Biting your lip you thought back to your memories with Morpheus and the life you had led before him.

You know those moments before you make a decision, an important one, and you know that whatever decision you made now would impact the rest of your life? This was one of those moments

What if he shot you down? Told you he was wrong about the whole thing and wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

You wouldn’t know unless you tried.

You cast your eyes shut, pushing the anxieties down. You had to take a stand. With a shaky breath you clutched the charm on the necklace.

“Lord Morpheus” You licked your lips, your voice no more than a hoarse whisper as your mouth became dry with anticipation. “I need you”

A cool gust of air graced your cheeks and the slight bits of bare skin not covered by the silk dress or the coat you were still wearing. You slowly peeled your eyes open.

He stood opposite your bed no more than two meters away with his eyebrows creased in such a way his face was etched with what seemed like concern.

All the resolve you had suddenly was nowhere to be found as you stared into his endless eyes. Your mouth gaped open ever so slightly trying to find the words. So much for all the newfound confidence

He still made you speechless with simply his presence.

“If you are hurt-” Morpheus spoke with an almost growl.

You shook your head quickly, a spark sent through you at his protective words and heat rose to your cheeks. “No I am fine, Morpheus” His face furrowed and he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “I called you here because I need to talk to you”

He stepped forward ever so slightly. Showing his interest, urging you to speak.

You sighed wondering where to start, you had so much to say. Things that haunted you every single night before you went to bed, questions burning on your tongue. And yet nothing. Not a single thing left your mouth. Probably should’ve thought about what you were going to say before summoning the King of Dreams and Nightmares

You let out a single shaky breath. Communication is key, right? That’s what everyone says so you’ll just speak your feelings, let them finally be known.

It's funny, you bottle things up for so long that when you finally need to tell someone you don’t know how to begin without the floodgates crashing down.

“You have hurt me, Morpheus” You spoke. Ok, not the direction you thought you were going to go

Morpheus flinched ever so slightly at your words, his jaw tightening.

“That night, the rehearsal dinner, Hell, even before that, you continually pushed me away despite being so caring and gentle with me you could also be so cruel” You gulped looking down daring to look into his eyes. “And I faulted myself for caring for you after you had treated me so coldly”

Morpheus’ breath hitched. You cared for him.

“You pushed and pushed me away, whilst inviting me in, all at once and though I know why now, you could’ve told me sooner” You looked up at him now, a slight glare on your face, as he peered at you as still as a statue, not daring to move or speak. “You should’ve told me sooner”

Morpheus’ head hung at the statement. He knew you were right and yet could not bring himself to say the words. He was almost never used to being talked down to, aside from his siblings sometimes and a few mortals with a death wish.

He wanted to coldly shut you down, fight back, and yet he couldn’t.

He couldn’t because as much as he hated to admit it you were right.

And he was unsure as to why he hadn’t told you about the forbidden affairs of The endless and mortals. Maybe if he didn’t say the words, didn’t speak it aloud, he could pretend it didn’t exist, that it wasn’t true.

Just ignore it until this foolish effect you had on him finally waned and he would return back to his senses.

But it didn’t wane, it only started to grow more.

And he knew where this road of feelings would end up. Like his siblings had faulted him for it time and time again. He was a fool for love.

You cared for him and he cared for you.

But you could not fall in love.

For your sake, he could not.

But when you stared at him, on a night like this. In his coat, your dress clinging to you. Soft expression on your face despite the devastating words falling off of your tongue. He could feel his morals starting to waver, his resolve slowly starting to inch away.

You shook your head in disbelief. “And despite it all, I still care for you Morpheus, God knows I care for you” Your face crumbled ever so slightly and a tear escaped your eyes. “And I know you said that we can’t because of the universe or whatever” You sniffed. “But it has to be worth trying for” His eyes shone in the light as he blinked back tears, he stepped closer.

“Every moment away from you has been miserable” You whispered. “I don’t want to go on this way” You hang your head defeatedly.

Morpheus watched you slowly and his Adam apple bobbed up and down before he stepped closer again. Considering his words carefully.

“I am The King of Dreams and Nightmares” Morpheus croaked. “I have withstood that of which you could not fathom” His voice was soft yet desperate. “I have lived through years of solitude”

He stepped closer as he looked down at your hunched figure on the bed before gently taking your chin lifting it up so your eyes would meet yours. “And yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the way I yearn for you”

You looked up at him, craning your neck to see into his eyes. His beautiful cosmos eyes. So dark and so light all at once, dangerous yet familiar. And you felt a chill of anticipation crawl up your spine.

“I tried to stay away from you, for your own good” He purred. “But I am afraid I’m growing selfish, I cannot stay away any longer”

Your heart started to beat wildly. “Then don’t”

His eyes were thick with want and need, as was yours. The atmosphere suddenly became dense and warm making your head spin like crazy.

He bent down gently brushing his lips against yours and you sighed in satisfaction. How you had missed the taste of his lips. His tongue stroked yours and you feverishly grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling him into you. A low groan came from his throat as he placed a hand on your back, guiding you down to lying on the bed all whilst your lips still passionately interlocked.

His lips trailed down to your jaw and eventually to your neck and you let out a gasp at the sensation, your hands still nested into his messy raven hair. With the hand that was leant on your back he propped you up again as he slowly, oh so slowly started to take off your (his) coat.

“Did you think I would not notice you wearing my vestments?” He whispered into your ear with a dark husk.

You could do nothing but shudder under his touch and words. “Took me all my strength not to take you right there at the church” He muttered. So unholy

And your head felt dizzy. As his lips traced your collarbone so gently you thought you might’ve passed out. “Morpheus” You breathed and you guided his head back to your lips, missing his taste.

More passionately this time, with more hunger you slammed your lips into his and your hands clumsily fumbled for his coat trying to take it off. Without breaking the kiss he gently removed your hands from his coat as he shrugged the dark robe off leaving him in a long sleeved black shirt.

He pulled you closer to him and you straddled him, climbing on top of his lap. Your silk dress engulfing both of your legs and his lap. You gasped into the kiss at the feeling of his hard member against your crotch. “See what you do to me” He whispered, pulling away from you and moving his lips to your neck again.

You trembled under his touch as he sucked and tugged on the skin of your neck, marking you all over, normally you would put up a fight, say no to absolutely all and any hickeys, not having the right makeup to cover the marks.

But how could you? How could you when his lips felt so heavenly against your skin and you wanted nothing more than Dream of the Endless marking you. His hands pressed you into his body and your whispery moans brushed against his ears, the sound enough to make him lose his head. His fingers slowly crept to the strap on your shoulder before he looked into your eyes asking a silent question, and you nodded vehemently. His fingers curled round one of them and slowly dragged it down your shoulder and then doing the same to the other one.

You breathed slowly, suddenly becoming self conscious. He was an Endless, he was gorgeous no matter what, but you were only a mortal after all.

He who sees the entire unconscious collective of humanity has surely seen sights more exquisite, probably touched goddesses who were sculptured with pure beauty. How could you compare?

You pushed the horrid thoughts down with a gulp, Morpheus’ eyebrows furrowing at your sudden change. Pulling your arms out of the strap your chest on show, nipples hardening in the cold air and Morpheus admired your body before looking at you and as if sensing your discomfort, looked up into your anxious gaze and muttered ever so softly. “You are the most heavenly creature I have ever seen”

You rolled your head back at his words alone, all prior insecurities melting away as he ducked his lips down to your nipples, one hand cupping your breast and your hands found his hair again gripping him tightly as waves of pleasure shot through you letting whispery moans fall from your lips.

You bucked your hips against him and a low rumble came from his throat as his jaw tightened. You slid your hands underneath his shirt grabbing the hem, Morpheus removed himself from your before pulling the fabric over his head and discarding it. You marvelled at his pure white chest. The way his skin clinging to his lean yet muscular build, his porcelain skin and raven hair was a sure spectacle to see and you lost yourself staring at him. “You are beautiful” You rasped before placing your lips on his neck, marking him as he did you.

He let out a choked groan as you worked your lips on his neck and along his silk chest. His large hands slid underneath the skirt of your dress massaging your thighs and slowly creeping further and further up. He stopped just before reaching your underwear, his hand ghosting over your clit.

You mewled against his skin at the electric jolt rushing through you, your hips bucking into his touch. He moved aside the fabric before pumping one finger in you and an embarrassingly loud moan racketed through your body before another one entered and your moans became breathy as Morpheus’ thumb brushed over your clit.

He gasped at how tightly your walls clenched around his fingers. “So tight” He groaned. As your hips moved on their own, his fingers motioning inside you, you could not respond as more moans escaped your lips.

You placed your forehead on Morpheus’ shoulder as you rid his fingers, nearing your climax as his fingers moved inside you hitting every aching spot, his thumb moving diligently against your throbbing clit. Your voice became more high pitched as a chorus of ‘Oh’ ‘s and ‘Morpheus’ ‘s tumbled from your lips.

“What sweet noises you make for me” He whispered into your ear and you broke with an out crying climax and trembled on top of him, panting heavily as you saw stars.

You had orgasmed before sure, usually on your own of course, but still never like this. Even his voice was enough to bring you to finish. How could you ever go back to clumsy hook ups after this?

He removed his fingers from you and you climbed off of his lap, backing up on the bed, your red silk dress clinging to your sweaty lower body as Morpheus took off his trousers.

He was big. You knew he was going to be. But you hadn’t prepared yourself for how big exactly he was.

And you looked at The King of Dreams hazily from under your lashes, there he stood in all his glory. And you needed him.

He climbed on top of the bed slowly as if to tease you. He gently kissed your lips.

And then your neck.

Your collarbone.

Your breasts.

Your stomach.

Your thigh.

And then your- oh!

You shuddered as he pressed a kiss where his fingers had been only seconds prior before his tongue lapped up to your clit.

He hungrily dipped his tongue in and out as you clutched onto the sheets. His nose bumped against your clit as you lifted your hips up into him, another orgasm ripping out of you.

What spell had he cast on you?

You looked at him, filled with lust, as he crept up from beneath your legs before planting another kiss on your mouth, you could taste yourself on his lips and you shook with anticipation.

“I need you” You breathed desperately pleading into his eyes.

He stared back at you, his eyes thick with an indescribable hunger, strands of raven hair sticking to his slick forehead. “You have me” He hoarsely yet gently whispered.

He slowly entered you and you felt like you were being pulled apart in the best way possible. Your head rushed as you threw it back against your pillows, convinced you were seeing stars. Morpheus groaned as his mouth made an O shape in his pleasure. You adjusted to the size of him before he slowly started to rock against your walls.

More moans cascaded from the both of you at the heavenly feeling.

Universe be damned if this was wrong then why did it feel so right? So good?

The two of you moved with the rhythm, speeding up as the two of you started to reach a climax before Morpheus’ mouth darted to your nipples again, making a new shriek of pleasure escape your lips, the friction of his skin against your clit making yet another orgasm burst through. In your euphoria you threw your hands around him, Nails dragging along his back as an animalistic groan escaped him before he released himself inside of you.

Both of your heavy breathing echoed through the room as you stared at each other wordlessly, not a word to be said. Before he eventually removed himself from you, collapsing beside you.

This was a new high. Never had you orgasmed three times in a row. But you supposed that's what sleeping with The King of Dreams would be like.

You studied his form, his chest rising up and down and you wondered how you had ever gotten so lucky to even know him, let alone lay in bed with him. And so your choice was made.

Done.

You were not going to back down so easily.

Maybe you had just condemned yourself to the universe's punishment.

Or maybe something else.

You both laid in silence, both painfully aware of the decision you had made.

The countdown clock ticking in your minds counting down to when you would run out of time.

To when, if, caring would become loving.

And you’d be damned to pay the price.

Morpheus’ hand slowly reached for your cheek turning you to him. You stared at him, as if in a drunken haze

“Forgive me” He muttered.

You turned on your side completely facing him as you chuckled. “For what?”

“What you said before, I was cruel to you, By doing what I believed was right I hurt you in the process”

You studied his soft face and his sincere expression as a warm blush crept up your cheeks. “I forgive you, Morpheus”

He softly smiled before placing a gentle kiss on your nose.

You were suddenly overcome with a wave of tiredness which you almost succumbed to. Before looking back at Morpheus. “Wait you’re not gonna just leave me again right?”

You cursed yourself for sounding so needy and pathetic.

“No, I don’t believe I could even if I wanted to” He rasped. “You have bewitched me” He placed another kiss on your forehead this time and your heart beat at an insane rate, before you were whisked away into sleep.

And for the first time since you had said goodbye you awoke in the dreaming.

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Eyes opening you were all too glad to be back at the library. Or maybe it was the post orgasm euphoria.

Or both.

You felt shameful in his realm, as if you hadn’t just been under him mere minutes ago.

A deep blush settled on your face as you remembered his every touch. So gentle yet so much.

You heard the shuffling of footsteps and turned around. “Lucienne!” You beamed brightly, staring at her, she had not changed a day since you had last seen her.

The librarian's face turned into one of shock before joy. “This is certainly a surprise”

“Tell me about it” You huffed, today had been a day simply full of them.

Lucienne stepped further looking at you furrowing her eyebrows, looking at you from over the top of her rounded glasses. “So why are you here, not that I’m not glad that you are of course”

“Because I want her here” A deep voice called as he strode in.

You bit your cheek as you looked down with a smirk, averting his gaze.

“Of course, my Lord” Lucienne smiled promptly, still confused though drawing assumptions of her own.

You looked up at the two, daring to look Morpheus in the eyes. “So what’s been happening in the dreaming since I’ve been away?” You asked.

“Weathers been pretty bad” A voice cawed from beside you. “Though it’s uncharacteristically sunny outside now”

Morpheus’ jaw tensed.

You looked down beside you. “Matthew!”

He flew onto your shoulder and you grinned at him. “Hey birdie, how have you been?”

“All the best for seeing you of course!” He cheekily chirped before turning around to you more quietly. “Glad to see you’re not drunk out of your mind again”

You gulped, red flushing your face, despite being horrendously drunk you remembered the night all too well.

You both did.

Morpheus swallowed harshly, looking at you, trying to find the right words. “You have no idea how much I crave you” He croaked out. “I cannot get your taste off of my tongue”

You looked up at him, eyes watering, you were so confused and cold. You were so cold. “So then why leave me?”

He looked down at you before sighing softly. “Because it can’t happen”

“We can’t happen” He muttered. “The endless are strictly forbidden to have such affairs with mortals”

You searched his eyes finding nothing but truth and the penny dropped.

You nodded slowly in understanding though your face crumbled and you tried to fight back the sobs but it was extremely hard in your drunken condition.

You collapsed to the gravel and hid your face in your hands, cries ripping through your chest and Morpheus himself had to blink back his own tears. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of his lips on top of your head before you drifted off into a deep slumber.

You swallowed the harsh memories down. “Yeah don’t think I’ll touch alcohol for a very long time” You weakly smiled, casting a glance at Morpheus who watched you with an unreadable expression.

Lucienne turned to Morpheus. “Sir if you may, I have some discussion points from the recent survey that I would like to share with you”

Morpheus ripped his gaze from you and turned to his librarian. “Very well, Lucienne” He gave a nod to you before the two of them walked to his throne room.

When his back was turned a slightly disappointed frown fell on your face. You had foolishly hoped he’d be less distant but he is The King of Dreams, an arrogant one at that, he had his duties so you exited the library with Matthew still on your shoulder.

“So, now that your boss has left, what's really been happening in the dreaming?” You mischievously smirked at the raven as you exited the palace into the bright sun of the dreaming.

Matthew cawed. “It’s been-” He paused for a second. “Weird”

Your forehead creased and you turned your gaze to Matthew. “How so?”

Matthew let out a contemplative sigh. “I don’t know, It’s not just the weird weather, the vibe has been different not necessarily bad, especially not now it's like the best it's been since I got here”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Huh, I wonder why”

Matthew groaned then. “And don’t even get me started on Dream”

You turned your eyes away, trying to not raise any abnormal suspicion. “Uh, and what’s he been like?”

“Also weird!” Matthew exclaimed. “First he’s been angsty, more than usual and then out of nowhere he’s started feeding me fish and being strangely in his own head”

You almost choked on your own breath. “Really?”

“Yeah even Lucienne and Mervyn have noticed it too”

You grinned and turned to the raven. “You sure he’s not been body snatched or something?”

Matthew chuckled at that. “I thought so too, but nope still same old Dream”

You smiled and heat rose up your cheeks, thinking of the lord in question, the very one that touched you just before you arrived.

Matthew peered at you before clearing his throat. “And speaking of Dream, what you said that night did you mean it?” He quietly asked.

You slowly turned to the bird, your smile faltering ever so slightly. “Which bit?”

“The whole ‘Made me fall head over heels for him’ and uh ‘the thing about his jawline and you wanting him’”

You placed your face in your hands. “Oh god, did I really say all those bits”

“Afraid so”

You turned to him shyly before sighing. “You know what they say drunk words are sober thoughts”

“Damn kid, didn’t think he was your type”

You threw your hands up in the air, face still flushing. “Why does everyone keep telling me this?” Matthew sighed. “Listen, just please be careful”

You raised your eyebrows at Matthews sudden change in tone. “What do you mean?”

“I am loyal to my boss, but he can be” He stopped trying to find the right words. “Difficult”

You laughed. “Oh I know” before turning back to the bird. “But thank you Matthew, you're a good friend”

“Don’t make me blush” Matthew cawed before sighing. “Speak of the devil, I gotta go Dreams summoning me”

You waved goodbye as he flew back to the palace behind you as you strolled through the dreaming.

You walked until you found a familiar riverside, sitting beside the rushing water.

You remembered when you first came here. It felt like a lifetime ago though it was only two months.

Two months.

And yet so much had changed.

You have changed.

Now more than ever.

How many times had you used to sit by a river in the waking world, praying for the courage to change, take a stand.

And here you were, on the very night you had made such a decision.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you smiled softly against your knees that were against your chest.

“Still dreaming of freedom?” His voice called softly from behind you.

“Perhaps, though maybe I don’t need to dream it anymore”

He sat beside you and you still were too shy to look him in the eyes. “And why’s that?” His voice purred, and your mind cast back to the night in the waking world, his voice against your ears. You pushed the thoughts down.

“Maybe I’m learning to be free in my own way” You shrugged. “Only took a demon haunting my nightmares for me to finally get there”

Morpheus’ lips twitched up next to you at your remark. “Do you still think about it?”

Your face fell at his question.

It.

The demon. Of course you did, it haunted your every movement, every shuffle in the dark, every creak at night made your heart skip a beat. When you closed its eyes you could still see its horrific face grinning at you.

You gulped. “Yeah, yeah I do” Quietly you looked down. “I mean two months ago I didn’t believe in anything like demons or angels. The kind of stuff only religious people and kids believed in”

Morpheus watched your face, listening to your every word.

“And now” You scoffed. “What I’m spending my nights in the dreaming with the sandman himself, scared of the demons that may be lurking in my closet”

“Rest assured there are now more demons in your home or anywhere near you, I made sure of it” Morpheus gently spoke.

You nodded. “I know that but still, I’m only a human after all” You shrugged.

His face faltered at your words, the harsh reminder crashing down on him.

You were only human

“I will not let anything hurt you again, I swear it” He declared.

Your gaze turned to him and his sincere expression and you felt yourself getting lost in those eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that night alone.

“Thank you Dream King” You grinned.

He smiled softly at you as you both turned back to the river, slowly lapping in front of you.

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