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hxnbi · 14 days

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✧ among the stars — sung jinwoo

synopsis: in which jinwoo still clings fruitlessly onto the past

tags: angst, death, unhealthy coping with said death, no comfort, gn reader

word count: 2.3k

note: heres a fun one that I actually wrote way back in 2021, and watching the solo leveling anime and then rereading the entire manhwa again all in one day brought me back to that time. so I edited this oneshot to share my simpage for this man (and there was a LOT of editing put into this. past me writing this sure was interesting)

Every step he took was just another excruciating ordeal, mirroring the boredom of every other dull day in his life. Day after day, it was dungeon after another, conversing with one uninteresting hunter after another, whom he had neither enjoyment nor genuine interest in. Everyone, except for you, that is.

You were the singular exception to all the mundanity. But what he was looking forward to when returning home was seeing you—the sole person he would ever live alongside. Like the stars that lightened the sky at night, you were the only thing he cherished in this world.

"Hello? [Y/n]? Are you home?"

No reply.

A small smile edged over his lips. 'Guess they're still at work.' But his shoulders drooped in disappointment. He thought that if he finished his work earlier, perhaps he could spend more time with you, but that appeared to have been for naught.

Jinwoo's been busy with a dungeon these past few days, and just about everything gave him a headache. Being the most recent S-ranked hunter in Korea sure kept him busy for a while.

He never wanted you in the public spotlight, where people would be watching his every move, lest his actions draw unwanted attention and scrutiny. It haunted him. But unbeknownst to his own fears, you understood that fact completely.

Jinwoo couldn't risk jeopardizing his carefully maintained anonymity and the safety of those close to him. Only then could you be by his side and comfort him when nobody else could. With your hand over his, you offer a sense of silent support. Quietly, you always preferred being at the centre of attention.

Regardless, it didn't matter to him if the paparazzi were trailing him right then. He needed more time to see you as of late. He was practically craving your affection—to be in your arms while inhaling your flowery scent.

But... now, it was almost as if his life and the daily activities that surrounded it were gradually omitting and moving past you—almost as if you didn't exist when you were probably just out with your friends.

Seeing you weren't here, he proceeded to wait for you to return home. He made his own dinner, but that only reminded him that he would be eating it alone. Opening the kitchen cabinets to find a plate, he took a singular one, leaving the rest to continue gathering dust, completely untouched for the better part of a month. His meal had ended up tasting blander than usual. Perhaps it was because you weren't here, sitting beside him.

Your absence that night sure was affecting him more than he thought.

Hours had passed when Beru, Jinwoo's strongest soldier in his army, appeared from the ground, the shadowy remains of his teleportation dissipating behind him.

With a hand over his heart, he addressed his master. "My liege… They still have not returned home yet. Perhaps you should get some rest."

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes, revealing the atrociously dark bags under them even further. It was even worse than he initially expected. This had even made Beru step back in fear of his master's wrath.

Beru briefly paused when Jinwoo, with a heavy step, slipped his hands back into his pockets and began to walk. "...Alright then. Remind me as soon as [Y/n] is at the door."

Beru nodded once again with his hand over his shadowy heart. "As you wish, my liege."

And he made his way to your and his shared bedroom. The door creaked open softly, revealing an empty bed. For a second, Jinwoo chuckled. You must've been out hanging out with your friends again. Yet, despite the room's quiet, Jinwoo didn't feel sleepy. The worry for your safety lingered in his mind. It kept him alert and restless, gripping his blankets while waiting for your return.

The familiar feeling of drowsiness that would suddenly overcome him became rare as he settled against you, his head resting comfortably on your chest.

Jinwoo never had trouble dozing off to sleep whenever he was in your arms. But without you there, it was all he could ever think of. He's had some horrible sleep lately.

'They'll come soon,' Jinwoo hummed. 'I just know it.'

But an hour passed, and then two. Three would soon follow. Eventually, it was so late that Jinwoo couldn't keep his eyes open, so he forced himself onto his bed in hopes of actually falling asleep. Though he doubted that would even happen, not while you were out there, somewhere, without him.

Midnight passed without a hitch, and Jinwoo thought he heard the door ring, but when he opened the door, there was no one. The sky was still pitch black. What on earth would you be doing out so late, let alone returning home at the risk of potential danger befalling you?

He scoffed. It must've been some kind of ding-dong ditch. And he was dumb enough to fall for it.

Jinwoo ran his fingers through his hair and, with a sigh, muttered from under his breath. "What would [Y/n] think if they saw me like this?"

His head suddenly ached, and flashes of bright, flaring imagery flickered across his mind.

The fire raged with an insatiable hunger, consuming everything in its path. Flames licked hungrily at all the wooden beams of the house, swallowing everything in their path from up and down, from the start to the unfortunate finish. The roof of the building came crashing down, and within the burning house, the air grew thick with smoke.

Outside, onlookers watched in horror. All the while, desperate cries pierced the night. Their pleas were drowned out by the roar of the flames. But there was nothing they could do. No ordinary soul could survive that.

The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple, as Jinwoo saw the rear result of what had been a complete massacre of all its inhabitants.

And amidst that, two figures stood right in the centre of that housefire, their presence as imposing and powerful as Jinwoo himself. Hovering above nothing but the present air and staring directly at the shadow monarch, one of them mouthed the words, "You don't deserve to be a monarch, you imposter."

"Tch…"

That memory.

"...Beru."

The very second his words left his lips, the shadow appeared. With a hand over his chest, he addressed his master. "Yes, my liege?"

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, huh? Were you lazily watching your dramas again?" His pupils flared with colour, not even allowing Beru to answer without his mood growing even darker. "Is that more important than ensuring that [Y/n] is home safe and sound?"

The bug, stiffly standing at attention, remained silent. "I apologize, but there was no one at the d—"

"I don't want to hear it. Now get out of my sight."

Beru's head only dipped lower. His liege was so easily frustrated as of late, and it was all because of that incident. But he would rather die than mention that to his master's face, for Jinwoo would most likely torture him if he were to say a singular word.

He felt pity for their master for succumbing to such mortal feelings.

Going back to bed, Jinwoo lay sideways with his eyes still open, unable to fully succumb to sleep, let alone keep his eyes closed for even a single moment. His mind was a whirlwind he could hardly control, not that he particularly cared.

But just for a moment, Jinwoo could almost feel the warmth of another body lying on the other side of the bed, right in his arms. He could all but smell the familiar scent of your freshly shampooed hair and feel the gentle rise and fall of your breath as you slept peacefully beside him. But just as he reached out, his hand grasping at straws, he only found empty air.

A cruel reminder of your absence.

Jinwoo closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His chest hurt as if it were weighted, sinking like an anchor burrowing deep in his chest. He couldn't get the picture of your face out of his head. Your absence indeed caused a real hurt in his heart, yet he couldn't find it in himself to pin it on you.

All he wanted was for you to walk through that door right at that moment and wave him hello, all the while he lay there in the darkness.

'Ahah… right. What was I thinking?'

Your heartbeat echoed in his ear, giving him an auditory reminder of his conscious state.

'They're right there.'

You existed in his life, and that was all that mattered.

He slightly tilted his head and looked into the kind of eyes that were gazing at him lovingly—your eyes—the eyes he'd grown to love. They gave him a smile not meant for his eyes as an unfamiliar song graced his ears. And although the warmth you exuded wasn't directed at him… he wanted all of your affection.

The tender voice of his significant other echoed in his ears.

"I love you," you chimed, caressing his cheek.

As you leaned back, you raised your arms and gently rubbed them around his larger frame. Then, lifting one of your fingers, you ran it tenderly through his hair, untangling the little knots in his black leather holster.

"I love you too..." he whispered. His gaze softened ever so slightly as a gentle breath blew past. Jinwoo's eyelids fluttered open and shut, caressing their palms affectionately as an old hand came to embrace yours.

But Jinwoo knew all along. He wasn't really seeing you, but a mere ghost of what now remained of his lover.

"Fuck…"

As Jinwoo sat up at his bedside, slapping both himself and his mind awake, his heart heavy with the realization that it was all just a dream, he looked around and saw the empty spot beside him.

"....."

"Damnit…" he cursed under his breath.

It was getting to him. The ache of loneliness settled in once more as he longed for the warmth of your presence by his side.

But wherever he went, all he could see was you.

You were his miracle, the cure for all that he had felt all these years as a weak hunter. Even being an S-ranked hunter couldn't satisfy his pride. All he needed was your affection and love and nobody else's. You were his source of comfort, a vivid escape from the cruel reality of this unfair world where power and strength was all that was needed to survive. But you were living proof that wasn't what he wanted.

It was then that you noticed that glaze in his eyes. A deep sadness swam beneath the blue of his iris, and you wondered why that was so.

"What's wrong, my dear Jinwoo?" Your expression softened, growing worried at seeing his expression. "Is something on your mind? Would you like to talk to me about it? I'm all ears."

Hah…

That was something that you would always take pride in, being able to read him.

He shook his head. "... It's nothing."

A heavy sigh eluded his lips as he turned his head to the woman next to him. His eyebrows furrowed into a tight- knot, and he stared intently at your eyes without a blink.

Your hand caressed his cheek. But the warmth was missing. It felt oddly cold. "Well, if you ever want to talk, I'll always be by your side."

Jinwoo's heart clenched. 'No, you won't…'

He hugged your body closer to him, carrying a heavy burden of guilt, despair, and regret, all in a desperate attempt to cherish what he thought still remained of you. Unbeknownst to him, what he was clutching onto was but a pillow.

It was cold. It was stiff. It was nothing like you. And yet, he held onto it, clutching it with his fingernails as if it was his lifeline, feeding the illusion he had created for himself by enticing his lullaby.

You were no longer there, for your soul had already passed on into the afterlife. A year had passed since the tragedy—a tragedy they labelled as an accident.

But that couldn't have been more false.

That day gave him a false sense of security…

The memories haunted Jinwoo relentlessly since day one. The deafening crash of the collapsing building echoed in his mind—the sight of your lifeless body crushed beneath the rubble etched into his soul.

It haunted him. But deep down, he knew it wasn't an accident. Far from it.

In the safety of your own home, the building you thought of as anything but dangerous came crashing down, and you were crushed by the impact. The monarchs decided it was time to get rid of everything he cared about.

Death. A concept all too familiar to humans.

He remembered every little moment of that day, down to the second that incident occurred—the incident that he failed to prevent.

All because of him.

It was no one’s fault but his own.

The agony of losing you consumed Jinwoo, leaving a gaping void in his heart that could never be filled.

They took you away from him without remorse or justification. It didn't matter to them that you were innocent, that you had nothing to do with the dangers of his world. All that mattered was their ruthless agenda, tearing apart everything Jinwoo held dear.

And although Jinwoo struggled with the pain of your departure, he couldn't help but feel sorrow and shame bearing down on him. If only he had been there to keep you safe and out of danger. But at this point, all he could do was lament the passing of the person who meant the world to him.

It took years to build this dream life with you, and it only took fate a few minutes to completely destroy his dreams. Forever.

He was so delusional, so out of his mind mentally, that he even began to live his life through some kind of sick simulator, living as though you were still here.

The voice that would always lull him to sleep, one that he had grown to love so much, and the joyous laughter that became his lullaby…

He'll do it. Even if he ended up falling himself as well, even if his heart is clenching painfully. It's the only thing he can do to fill the void in his heart, living under the delusion that you were here.

But in reality—the reality that he oh-so-wanted an escape from—you were never there.

For you had long already passed away.

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acewritesfics · 4 months

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I'm Late | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine. Can be read as a prequel to Baby Halstead

Prompt: "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up."

Warnings: Mentions of feeling sick, period talk, pregnancy.

Word Count: 1,921

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As Y/N studies the file Trudy handed her as soon as she entered the station, she is slouched over with her elbows resting on her desk and her fingers massaging her temple. She finds it difficult to focus on the written words on the papers, and the more she tries the worse her nausea and headache becomes.

Jay ends their conversation with Atwater about their weekend plans and turns to face his girlfriend when she doesn't respond to a question, he's asked her. His face furrowed into a worried expression. She didn't look well last night and this morning, her mood was all over the place, and she had been strangely quiet since they had their morning shower together.

"Are you okay?" he asks after he gets her attention.

"I'm fine," she sighs as she shoots up from her chair and rushes out of the bullpen and into the restroom, a wave of nausea washing over her once more.

Jay wasn't the only person who noticed the odd shift in Y/N. He steps out from behind his desk as Kim gets up from hers, assuring him she'll go check on her. As he sits down, he nods, silently thanking her. His concern for his fiancée has him unable to concentrate on the file in front of him. He leans back in his chair, monitoring the entrance, nervously chewing his cheek, and tapping his pen against his knee as he waits for her to return.

Y/N is slumped over one of the toilets in the restroom, unsure if the bile in her stomach will come up. She shuts her eyes and wills her stomach to stop churning and her head to stop spinning.

"Y/N?" From the doorway, Kim's quiet voice can be heard.

She stands up and braces herself against the cubicle's metal walls as her head spins, calling out to her from the end stall, "In here."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kim asks, her expression apprehensive. In comparison to five minutes ago, Y/N looks worse. She nods her head before swinging her head side to side. The brunette detective steps forward to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

She informs her, "I'm late."

"Late?" Kim questions her. When Y/N gives her a look, Kim's eyes widen in surprise. "How late are you?"

"About 2 to 3 weeks," she responds, recalling last night when she realized her period was late. She never kept track of it, but every month, give or take a few days, she always got it around the same time. However, it was never this late.

She first reasoned with herself that she might not have remembered having it two weeks earlier since she's been so preoccupied with work, the upcoming wedding, and the drama going on between her parents. But then she remembered back to seven weeks ago. She'd gotten her period the Monday before her, and Jay went away for the weekend. She was down to her last two sanitary items when it ended the Friday morning they left for the cabin. She made a note in her phone to get more when her period started next. That Friday night and Saturday had been spent mostly in bed and there might have been one time they forgot to be careful.

"Do you believe you might be?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure," She breathes.

"Have you spoken with Jay?"

Shaking her head, Y/N "It might just be pre-wedding jitters, right? When you're under pressure, periods can be late."

"Is Jay still going out with Will tonight?" Kim enquiries.

She nods, "He is. Will said something about it being bachelor party business."

"Well then, how about a girls' night at your place?" Kim suggests. "I'll provide the snacks and pregnancy tests, and you can order some pizza and choose the movies."

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Y/N asks, looking at her anxiously.

"Hell no," Kim smiles.

She asks jokingly, "What would I do without you, Kim Burgess?"

"Crash and burn," Kim responds. "This is what best friends and work partners are for. Now, let's get back out there before Jay bursts in with guns blazing."

Kim leads Y/N out of the restroom, then let's go of her when they reach the bullpen. Jay is still waiting warily at his desk when Y/N approaches him. Her legs are crossed in front of her as she leans on his desk with her arms folded across her chest.

Looking up at her with the same deeply concerned blue eyes as before, he asks, "Everything okay?"

"I've got a headache but it's finally going away," she tells him, and it's not a lie. "Kim is coming over tonight while you're out with Will. Bachelorette party business."

"You know, we could disappoint them both, forgo the bachelor/bachelorette parties, and just spend the night together, just the two of us," he proposes, a hopeful look in his eyes. Jay is still unaware of his brother's plans for his party, and a part of him is afraid to find out.

"And rob them of their duties as best man and maid of honor?" she asks, smiling and feeling considerably better than a few minutes ago. For the time being, she pushes her possible pregnancy to the back of her mind as they focus on wedding talk. "We'd break their little hearts, and I don't think I can handle Kim staring at me with those puppy eyes."

He concurs with her, saying, "I don't think I can handle seeing them too."

She reassures him, "It was a wonderful suggestion, though. Perfect even."

He smiles again, this time with a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Maybe next time."

"Next time?" she asks, pretending to be upset, knowing he was joking with her. "Honey, I may not be the first person you said, 'I do' with, but I'm damn sure going to be the last."

He chuckles, "I meant in 40 years when we renew our vows, and the kids are all grown up."

Her smile falters a little at the mention of kids. Jay catches it, but Hank exits his office with a piece of paper in his hand before he can say anything.

"Halstead, Upton, I need you two to go check out this person," he orders, handing Hailey the piece of paper.

"I love you. Be safe," Y/N instructs Jay as he gets up and puts his jacket on. It was something the two of them say often before they leave the district without each other.

"I love you too and I will," he responds, kissing her lips briefly before following Hailey down the stairs. Y/N returns to the file on her desk, now that she can focus better on it.

Later on in the evening, Y/N sat by herself on the couch as she awaited Jay's return from his night out with his brother. Before Kim and Hailey, whom Y/N had invited when she and Jay returned to the district, forced her into the bathroom, she managed to spend a significant portion of the night avoiding the two pregnancy test boxes that were sitting on the kitchen counter. Hailey didn't require much persuasion once Kim explained what was going on; she immediately agreed to whatever Kim had planned. It was a two-on-one situation, and Y/N regretted agreeing with Kim's plans for tonight.

Just as they were about to find out the results, Jay called Y/N to let her know he was on his way back home. Kim and Hailey both agreed that they should leave so that she could talk to Jay alone but made Y/N promise to keep them in the loop. After the two left, Y/N became too anxious to look at the tests herself and left them sitting on a paper towel beside the bathroom sink.

It felt like an eternity passed before she heard Jay's key in the lock and the door opening. She stands up and moves around the coffee table to meet him halfway.

"Hey, can we talk?" she asks him, her voice wavering with nerves.

"Yeah. What's up?" he asks, the bright smile on his handsome face fading as he takes in her nervous appearance and voice.

Biting the inside of her cheek, her head is flooded with 100 different ways she can bring up the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. She starts rubbing her hands together, to give them something to do and to stop herself from pacing a hole in the floor. She's never felt so anxious about telling someone something before.

"Talk to me," he gently tells her when she remains quiet, too far inside her own head. Jay looks at her worried and takes her hands into his. He strokes the back of her hands with his thumb, calming her slightly. "What's going on? Did something happen tonight? Are you feeling sick again? Did your headache come back? Are you-" he begins to ramble only to be cut off by her finding her voice again.

"I love you so much, Jay. I really do. You're my best friend, the love of my life and," Y/N starts, her voice thick with nerves. "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up."

"What's going on?" he asks, letting her words roll off him. "You've been acting weird since last night."

Her mind blanks as she tries to find the words to tell him that on top of becoming a husband in a month's time, that he almost might possibly be a dad also and the tests to determine whether he will be a dad or not are currently on the bathroom counter waiting to be looked at.

Getting an idea, she hurries into the bathroom, leaving Jay standing there confused by her actions. He doesn't recall a time that he's seen her like this, ever, and to say he isn't concerned would be the biggest understatement of the century.

She comes back holding the test in her hands and tells him, "I can't bring myself to look at them."

The look on his face turns from one of concern to a look of surprise. "It would explain a lot."

She nods agreeing with him as she sits on their couch. He moves to sit next to her. "If the tests are positive, the only thing that's going to change is that we're going to be parents."

"And if they're not?"

"Then we can try when we've settled into married life."

"I love you," she says looking at him, still avoiding looking at the tests.

"I love you too," he smiles, kissing her softly. He takes one of the pregnancy tests from her, "Ready?"

She nods again. They both look at the tests in their hands, both having the two small pink lines come up.

"Looks like we're getting married and having a baby," Jay says looking at the test in her hands, seeing that one is also positive.

Y/N looks at him, seeing a small smile on his face. "Are you okay with that?"

"When I proposed, I said I wanted to do it all with you and that included starting a family. It's just happening a little sooner than we expected. So, I'm more than okay with that."

"How did I get so lucky?" she smiles lovingly at him.

"I ask myself that every day," he says kissing her again, his hand moving to her belly. "You're going to make an amazing mom."

She covers his hand with hers, her smile growing, "And you're going to be an incredible dad."

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goldenempyrean · 8 months

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Kisses And Coughdrops

〚 Day 13 - Forehead Kisses 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett Johansson x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Scarlett, sick and exhausted, gets a day off, but insists on working but maybe you'll be able to get her to rest. 〛

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When you arrived, you found Scarlett curled up in your trailer, wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting on a small armchair and looking absolutely miserable. Her usually tidy, blonde hair was messily thrown up into a ponytail, and her normally sparkling green eyes were dull and tired – both from the exhaustion of working all day and from whatever germs were making her feel so crappy.

"Hey," you said softly, placing the supplies on the small counter side, “I spoke to production, they agreed to let you have tomorrow off. They’re gonna do the audio logs instead.”

Scarlett managed a weak smile and croaked out a humble, "You didn’t have to do that"

“You'd do the same for me,” You shrugged, truthfully you both knew she needed it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, “Plus I don’t think you want to infect the rest of the crew, do you?”

“That’s true.” She her voice cracked as she mumbled before she broke off into a raspy cough, as she continued to look over the script beside her which you hadn’t noticed earlier.

Without a word, you walked over to her, crouching down to her eye level. Your fingers gently tilted her chin upwards, causing her to look at you with those tired, watery green eyes, “I thought we agreed that you were coming back here to rest. You know your lines already; you’re just going to strain your eyes doing this.”

You sighed, heading over to the bedroom and picking up the small pair of glasses which she kept on the bedside before returning and gently sliding them on, not wanting her headache to get any worse.

She sighed, setting the script down on her lap. "I know, but I just want to be sure, I hate the thought of delaying things. I don’t like being ‘that guy’ who holds things up for everyone else.

You leaned in closer, your thumb gently brushing away a stray strand of her blonde hair that had escaped her messy ponytail, “You’re not ‘that guy’, no one would ever think that."

"You're incredible, you know that?" you whispered softly.

She blushed, a faint flush of color spreading across her cheeks. "You're biased," she mumbled, but her eyes held a grateful glint.

"Maybe I am," you admitted with a playful grin, "But that doesn't change the fact that you need to rest. Everything else can be done tomorrow, you just need to start feeling better and you can't do that if you're keeping yourself awake when you're clearly tired love." You added, noticing her failed attempt at hiding a yawn.

Scarlett nodded, it was obvious she was starting to feel the exhaustion creeping in, she moved up, making for space for you as you came to sit beside her. But as you sat down you couldn't help but notice her shivering slightly.

Your concern deepened, and you decided it was time for some extra care. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her feverish skin. Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the affectionate gesture. "You're too good to me," she whispered, her voice still rough but filled with gratitude.

"It's because I care about you," you replied softly, your fingers tracing gentle circles on her back through the blanket as you pressed one more kiss to her forehead before settling beside her, pulling her into a warm embrace, "Now, let's make a deal. You rest for now, and when you're feeling better, we'll run lines together as many times as you want."

Scarlett smiled weakly, her cheeks flushed with a feverish warmth. "Deal."

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icallhimjoey · 5 months

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i neeeed soft!joey x reader sleeping with their head in the others lap. dont mind which way it is but still 🥹 too soft i cannot

okay so, i know that this request asks for me to write something new but, i've got things planned and i didnt want this to drown and disappear into my inbox to maybe be found months later, so, TO MEET YOUR NEEDS, here's an excerpt from all goes south that i wrote early feb 2023. hope it suffices!! Wordcount: 0.9K

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Taken From: All Goes South

excerpt taken from part four You thought everything was going to change when Joe texted you, “Are you busy tonight?” and you looked around your small, dingy flat before answering,

“Other than falling asleep to bad TV and sleeping off this splitting headache, not really”

You’d just finished doing dishes and were quite literally excited to lay down on your sofa and not move for the rest of the evening.

“Sounds lush, come do that here”

Joe hadn’t yet been over to your place, and you’d been weird about it that first night, so Joe had never asked to come over again. You were glad; your place was a filthy shoebox compared to Joe’s home. A real grimy one, all sorts of drab, with a messy flatmate, because who the fuck could afford their own flat in central London as an undergrad?

You sent Joe a pic from your position on the sofa, your legs spread out with your ankles crossed on the coffee table.

“Don’t wanna move”

“Text your address again?”

Joe made that sound all kinds of casual. You’d never texted Joe your address before, and him coming over to your place was definitely not what you had planned for.

You probably would’ve hoovered had you known earlier in the day.

Now? Not a chance.

Joe’d dropped you off after a photoshoot once, so he vaguely knew whereabouts your lived, but he’d never been over.

You knew you’d hate yourself for it later. Joe had no business being in your dirty little flat. But you didn’t reply with a joke, or a sly comment, or even something flirty. You just texted your address, because, actually, you really fucking wanted to snuggle up to Joe, even if that meant Joe was going to see your unhoovered flat, and maybe meet your flatmate.

When Joe entered, it was obvious to him why you needed a proper job. He didn’t comment, but you could see him look, which was fine - you’d looked around his place the first time you’d seen it too.

Different reasons, of course, but, whatever.

He joined you on the sofa, and tried to make polite conversation. Said he brought gin, because he knew it was your favourite, but you hardly reacted. You weren’t joking before when you said you had a headache. And so Joe dropped it. Just sat next to you and was happy he got to be close.

That was all he wanted anyway.

To be close.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself nodding off, head bobbing, jerking itself back up every time it fell forward. You were fighting off yawns and kept rubbing your face in a weak attempt to stay awake. It was hard work, and your headache started getting worse, but you had a guest over, and it was rude to just fall asleep next to them, so you fought against all instincts until you heard a soft chuckle from Joe.

“You’re allowed to sleep, you know? Come, lay down,”

And then he offered you his lap.

So much for taking things slow.

Sure, you weren’t about to deep throat him exactly, but that was some close penis-to-face interaction you were about to get involved in.

But you were so tired.

And you really liked Joe.

So you moved, and scooted, and your head found Joe’s lap. Four arms worked together to cover you with the throw blanket, and before you knew it, Joe’s hand was patting your hair, and then a kiss got pressed into it before he sat back up.

His hand remained, and fingers raked, brushed and softly played and all of it made you fully relax.

Turned you into putty.

Made you melt into Joe’s touch.

Nothing was going to beat this.

Ever.

It only took you a few seconds to drift away. To float. To hover in flight, the wind keeping you stationary.

Somehow you felt yourself slipping away from Joe whilst simultaneously moving towards him more.

Joe made small comments about whatever you were watching, but his voice was a faraway, deep thing that melted over you a little.

You drifted and floated and hovered until you found yourself in this bubble where it was just warmth, comfortability and tingles from scalp scratches.

Your thoughts went fuzzy, and you didn’t think about how you always seemed to self-sabotage everything in your life. How you always pushed away whoever was trying to get close. In your bubble it was safe, and Joe was allowed inside, and nothing could hurt you in there, in Joe’s hands.

Teetering on the edge of falling asleep, of fully slipping under, Joe noticed your breathing had become steady and slow, so he pulled his hand away, afraid that his touch would wake you back up.

But the second his fingers stopped playing, you stirred, hummed, and then blindly reached behind your head to find his hand and placed it back. It made Joe’s chest swell. Made him think things, like he wanted this forever, like he wanted to kiss you silly. Wanted to cuddle you close until your individual smell became his and his became yours. Wanted to inhale you, fill his lungs up the to brim with you.

Be close.

Forever be close.

Joe was in trouble.

Trouble had found him in the form of a pretty girl and Joe was absolutely fucking gone for you.

You thought everything was going to change then, but it hadn’t. Not at all, actually.

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Love will tear us apart // part seventeen

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, angst, mentions of death, jealous Steve,

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader

series masterlist // previous part

Fred Benson was Vecna’s next victim.

And now, he was after Max.

Out of all people he had to go after her. No one deserves this torture and this cruel death but Max? Why Max?

She opened up to you about her symptoms, the ones that you've had too before they suddenly vanished. She told you about the headaches, the nosebleeds, the nightmares, the hallucinations, it was all the same, only for you, they just stopped but for her? They have gotten worse and worse until she almost died just earlier today. And if it wasn't for your amazing friends teaming up and finding a way to help her, then she would have been gone now.

You kept pacing around the apartment all day, probably making poor Eddie even more nervous but you couldn't sit still, not after everything that happened and after what almost happened. You felt useless, hiding and just waiting around until your friends find out what to do. You weren't used to this, you were never one to be left out.

You tried to convince them to let you help, to let you do something but they told you to sit still and wait it out.

Eddie was sleeping next to you, his head was laying on your chest, his arm draped over your stomach, holding you close. It was only 8 pm but Eddie had stayed up all night, unable to sleep, he felt like he had to keep his eye on you at all times, scared of the curse and Vecna getting you in such a vulnerable moment.

In the short time that you have been together, you noticed how touchy and affectionate he was with you. He was always holding your hand, placing his arm around your shoulder or your waist, he would always kiss you and touch you in some way, it always makes your heart flutter and he never fails to put a smile on your face.

But ever since Chrissy died in front of his eyes and he saw what could have happened to you, he has been even clingier, he didn't let you out of his sight, once. Every time you’d get up to get yourself a glass of water or even just to use the bathroom, he would tense up right away and look at you with his big puppy eyes. And even in his sleep he clings to you, afraid of letting you go. It warms your heart to know how much he truly cares about you, how much he loves you.

You brush his messy curls out of his face, admiring his pretty face. Running your fingers through his soft hair, a smile tugs on your lips as he snuggles even closer to you.

A smile that starts to vanish again as you think of all the things that are going to happen if you don't stop Vecna. He is still after Max, he is still after you. And that’s not even everything, you are nothing but little pieces in his game, sacrifices. Something else is coming, something much bigger.

And it’s not just that.

Everyone blames Eddie for Chrissy’s death, despite the police report. After a lot of convincing, your uncle Dean, testified for Eddie, giving him the alibi that he needed to have his name cleared in this case. The police made an official statement, the ‘killer’ was unknown and yet the town still believed that it was Eddie who killed her, thanks to Jason. It was only a matter of time until a whole mob was after him.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

His voice startles you, you look back at him to find him staring at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Nothing, j-just a little worried about everything, I guess, I hate not being able to do anything.”

He sighs as he leans on his elbow, his face hovering over yours now. He brings his hand up to touch your face, tracing your cheek with his fingertips “you deserve a break from all this crazy stuff you know?” he paused, looking away for a moment “and as much as I hate to say this, something tells me that we’re gonna end up in some even bigger mess.”

“Oh an even bigger mess? It was bad enough already.” you said, chuckling.

Eddie’s face remains stoic as he looks at you, his mind somewhere far away.

“Eddie,” you whispered, touching his face.

He blinks as you pull him out of his thoughts, he looks into your eyes. A deep longing, love and fear all in one lingers in his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said as tears welled up in his eyes “I-I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me Eddie, I promise you won't,” you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. You get it, his fear. You feel the same way.

He nods, trying to blink back his tears.

Your heart swells with so much love “kiss me,” you whisper.

His eyes light up and a smile tugs at his lips, leaning down, he closes his eyes and presses his lips against yours. Moving your arms around his neck, you sigh in content. His lips are soft, moving slowly and passionately against yours.

He slips his hands under your shirt, earning a moan from you, you part your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss even further as it quickly grows heated.

You grip his hair tightly, moaning again when his hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing them with his cold hands. Eddie moves on top of you, pressing, shoving his knee in between your parted legs and against your crotch, earning a low moan from you.

“Eddie,” you muttered against his lips.

“I need you,” he whispered “I need to feel you.”

“Please,”

Your eyes were pleading as you looked into his dark ones. Heat pooling in your stomach. He slid his hand down your body, playing with the strings on your sleep shorts. He maintained eye contact as he began to slip the material down your legs.

He went to touch you but you stopped him, a smirk tugging at your lips “take your clothes off, Eddie.” you whispered, sitting up, you let your lips brush against his as you reached out to touch him, his growing bulge feeling hard beneath your hand.

His lashes flutter, breath hitching in his throat as he moans your name, hips bucking into your touch, he curses as you continue to rub him through his pants “s-stop, fuck.” he groans, grabbing your wrist, he halts your movements “I want to make you feel good.” he says before he smashes his lips back against yours. You moan into the kiss as he pins your wrist against the mattress, his other hand sliding down your stomach until his fingers reach the lace on your panties, he dips his hand inside, moaning as he feels how wet you already are.

He presses his fingertips against your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on it, earning another moan from you, he dips his fingers lower about to push them into your soaked cunt but you stop him “w-want to feel you, baby.” you whispered as you broke the kiss “please.”

“But I-”

“Eddie, please.”

He nods, stealing another kiss from you before he pulls away, getting up to take his clothes off. He keeps eye contact, smirking as you sit up as well, taking your shirt off before you crawl towards him. You get on your knees, sitting in front of him as he takes his shirt off first and you attach your lips to his stomach right away, looking at him through hooded eyes as you press soft kisses on his skin.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes burning with lust as he looks down at you “sweetheart.” he sighed shakily, pushing his pants down, he steps out of them, pushing them away.

“You’re so pretty Eddie, so perfect.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, dark eyes staring down at you, he lowers his hand, placing it on the top of your head as you start palming him over his boxers, he moans your name as you continue to rub your palm up and down over his bulge, his dick twitching. Just as you’re about to take his boxers off, he stops you and pushes you back down, shushing you when you start protesting “you can do that later, baby, I just wanna feel you right now.” he whispers as he settles in between your thighs.

He leans down, face hovering over yours, his lips brush against yours “you’re so beautiful.” he whispers as he presses a loving kiss to your lips before he leans back to take in the sight of you. He places his hands on your waist, thumb lingering over the scar on your stomach.

Eddie admires you. He always looks at you as though it’s the first time he has ever laid eyes on you. He looks at you as though you are the most beautiful thing in the world, as though you are some goddess and he is the lucky one who gets to touch and worship you.

Your heart flutters in your chest, his eyes are filled with so much love. Eddie never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated and he never fails to make you feel beautiful, even with all these scars and perfect imperfections on your body.

He traces your scar, eyes lingering on it for a moment and suddenly, he feels a wave of fear washing over him. You have been through this before, you have been close to death before, way too close. And now, there’s a new threat and he has come close to losing you already, he can’t lose you again.

“Kiss me.” you whisper as you stare at your lover who’s eyes find yours again.

Something shifts in his eyes, all playfulness gone again, instead there’s fear, sadness and love all at once, tears well up in his eyes as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek.

Your brows furrow as you look at him in worry but before you can speak up, he leans down and presses his lips against yours. His eyes flutter closed as he kisses you.

You close your eyes, placing your hands on his neck as you return the kiss with all the love you have for him. Your noses bump against each other as you deepen the kiss more and more. His hand leaves your cheek, sliding down your body. You feel goosebumps everywhere he touches you, leaving your heart and stomach a fluttering mess.

He traces the hem of your lacy panties, he easily pulls the thin material off, slipping them down your legs. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer against you so his chest is pressed against yours.

Eddie’s heart beats strongly against his chest and as he presses his palm against yours chest, he feels yours beating in sync with his. Warmth surges through him and he almost feels overwhelmed by all these feelings that he had to hide all these years.

Everything that’s been on his mind was you, you you you. And even now as you lay beneath him, kissing him and clinging to his body the way you always do, he has to pinch himself to see that this is very much real, as though you haven’t been under him countless of times ever since you have finally found your way to each other.

“I love you.” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.” he mumbles as he buries his face in your neck, trailing kisses down your body as his fingers move through your wet folds. You moan at the sensation, wanting and needing to feel more.

He starts to kiss down your chest when you reach your hands out to grab his face “please, I just want to feel you.”

“Let me-”

“No, I want to feel you inside of me right now, please.” you whisper, blushing under his gaze.

Your eyes are desperate, pleading.

Eddie makes quick work of getting rid of his boxers, his erection springing free, slapping against his stomach. His tip was already leaking with pre cum. You lick your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. His eyes are filled with love and lust as he stares down at you with an intense gaze in his eyes. His hair is messy on his head, his cheeks are flushed, chest rising up and down heavily. The candle light in this room, highlighting him perfectly.

You sit up as you slip the straps of your bra down your arms, all while keeping eye contact with the pretty man in front of you. Eddie kneels down, settling in between your thighs again, cold hands reaching around your back to unclasp your bra and pulling it off your body, throwing it down next to his boxers.

He licks his lips, grabbing your waist tightly to pull you into his lap, the movement is so sudden and he picks you up as though you weigh nothing. His strength and his tight hold on you causes another wave of arousal rushing through you. You yelp as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your noses bump together as you try to kiss each other, your eyes lock, unable to contain the giggles.

“Sorry.” he chuckles as he kisses your lips softly.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, you tighten your hold on him as you feel his erection against you.

Eddie’s eyes darken, a groan leaving his lips when he feels your wetness dripping down onto his cock, making him twitch as you start grinding against him.

“Eddie,” you sigh as he leans in to kiss your jaw, then your neck, your collarbones and down to your chest, burying his face in your chest, he licks and kisses around your nipples, moaning and whimpering as you continue to grind against his dick. You arch your back.

“Ride me.” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way back up until his lips are back on yours “ride me, baby.”

He holds your hips tightly and you reach your hand down, taking his cock into your hand, you pump him a few times, smirking when he lets out a harsh moan “stop teasing, y/n.” he warns, grip tightening on your hips “please.”

You slam your lips against his as you finally sink down onto his cock slowly. You swallow each other's moans. Eddie caresses your skin gently, hands leaving your hips as he places his palms against your back, pulling you flush against him until your chest is fully pressed against his. He moans at the feeling of your wet heat gripping his cock.

Neither of you move for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of one another. He breaks the kiss, opening his eyes he leans his forehead against yours. His eyes are filled with raw emotions, right now he is an open book, he lets you in, letting you see all of him. You can see the love but you can also see the fear. The fear of losing you.

“I’m here Eddie.” you whisper, wanting to reassure him “I’m right here.”

“You’re here” he whispers.

“I’m here.”

He smiles at you before he kisses you again with so much desperation. You run your fingers through his hair causing him to sigh as you start to move. Pleasure surges through your body.

“Fuck, Eddie you feel so good!” you whimper. His cock is so deep inside of you, you feel him in your stomach. The stretch hurts so good, your juices are dripping out of your cunt as you start rolling your hips.

“Yeah? you feel like fucking heaven.” he moans as he stares at you in awe, your tits bouncing as you ride him “jesus, you’re fucking hot.”

“How do you know what heaven feels like?”

“I’m there right now.” he smirks as he thrusts up into you, making you both moan in pleasure.

You’re unable to form a sentence, lips falling open as ride him faster, meeting his thrusts. The room is filled with loud moans and whimpers. You bury your face in his neck, placing your lips on his skin as you begin to suck on it, painting his skin in even more hickeys.

Eddie’s skin is on fire, everywhere you touch him, everywhere you kiss him, it makes his heart flutter and his cock twitching inside of you.

“God, you’re so wet,” he mumbles, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, he looks down, watching the way you slam down on his cock “f-fuck.” he whimpers as you clench around him, making him drool, eyes rolling back from all this pleasure “baby…y/n, you feel so fucking amazing.”

Eddie could stay buried inside you all day until the day he dies and he would be the happiest man that has walked the earth.

“You wanna cum, Eddie?” you mumble into his neck “wanna fill me up with your cum?”

He nods against you, kissing your shoulder as his hands move down to your waist, gripping you tightly with his ring clad fingers “y-yes, fuck.”

“Do it, please.”

Eddie grabs your face, pulling you away from his neck so he can see you again, tears are blurring your vision, your thighs are shaking as you pick up the pace. Eddie smiles lazily before he closes the small gap between the two of you, kissing your lips as his hand moves down your body, pinching your nipple, earning a gasp from you. He smirks into the kiss, moving his hand further down your body until he places his fingers on your swollen clit and starts to rub circles on your sensitive bud.

You grip at his hair, tugging on it as your walls flutter around his cock.

“Jesus fucking-” Eddie gasps, unable to finish the sentence as you continue to squeeze him, riding him so hard, Eddie thinks his heart is about to burst out. He moans your name, repeating it over and over again as he moves his fingers faster against your clit.

You scream out in pleasure, your grip on him is so tight, your nails dig into his but the pain feels so good.

“Cum for me, Eddie.” you whimper, arching your back in pleasure,

“Cum with me, baby.” he breathes “cum with me and kiss me.”

You slam your lips against his as you let go, breath hitching, your knees buckle as you feel yourself coming around his cock. Eddie holds you tightly against his chest as he spills inside of you, painting your walls with his cum.

His hips stutter as you continue to roll your hips slowly, all while moaning and whimpering from all the pleasure.

Now he truly feels like he’s in heaven. Your swollen lips moving lazily against his, your moans and sighs so pretty, leaving his heart a fluttering mess.

“I love you, y/n.” he whispered against your lips as he breaks the kiss to look at you, you’re both breathing heavily, tired eyes locking.

“And I love you, Eddie.” you smiled, grip loosening on his hair, you move it to his face, cupping his cheek, you press a soft kiss to his cheek before you slump against his shoulder tiredly.

Eddie smiles to himself, palm sliding to your back again, he traces your skin gently as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of his warm skin against yours, his breath that hits your shoulders softly, his sweet kisses, the feeling of him still inside of you.

“Hey babe?”

“Hmm?”

“You know we’ve never used the condoms Wayne gave me.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled before you realized what he said. Your eyes widen suddenly and you raise your head and lean back to stare at him “wait what?” you asked “h-he gave you condoms? When?”

He blushes under your gaze “uh- before you moved in,” he paused, eyes filling with embarrassment “I-I think he heard us…. me that one morning.” he laughed nervously.

That morning.

When you woke him up with neck kisses and he opened his eyes with an already hungry gaze. You ended up sucking him off before you both got up for school and Eddie was loud, very loud.

“But he wasn’t home!”

“I guess he came and left again when he heard that.” he snorts as he pictures his uncle fleeing from his own home with a disgusted look on his face.

“Oh god..” you groaned in embarrassment as you slump back against him.

Eddie chuckles as he hugs you.

“We uh, truly never used them, huh?”

“Feels good without one though, right?”

Blushing, you look back up at him “yeah and suddenly we have a mini you running around.”

“A mini us,” he corrects you “would that be so-”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue but he never finishes his sentence. Footsteps echo through the hallway outside of the studio apartment. You and Eddie look at each other in shock before you quickly scramble to your feet, hastily putting your panties back on, your heart is pounding in your chest as fear settles, a lot of ‘what ifs’ are going through your mind but the moment you hear the key sliding into the lock.

The only other person that owns a key other than you, is Steve. You gave it to him the day you and Eddie ‘moved in’.

You and Eddie turn to stare at one another and he can’t help but giggle as he almost face plants while putting his jeans on.

A laugh leaves your lips at the sight of him jumping around, the chain and the belt making noises.

“Hush baby.” he mumbles, leaning down he grabs your bra, throwing at you “put it on! Don’t need Harrington to see my girls.”

“Oh my god.” you chuckle.

Putting the bra on, you fumble with the clasps on your back. Eddie steps up behind you, pushing your hands away “let me.”

Before you can reach for anything else, the door is pushed open and Steve, luckily just Steve, steps in with two bags in his hands. Without looking up, he walks in and slams the door shut before he turns around, his eyes widened, the moment he realizes what he walked into.

A blush creeps up on his face as he sees you in nothing but panties and a bra. He can’t help but take in the sight of you, eyes clouding with lust and all you do is stare at him wide eyed as you slowly raise your arms to cover your chest.

Eddie watches the way Steve’s face gets redder, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from you. He shifts uncomfortably and Eddie can see the very visible bulge in his pants causing him to feel amused, wanting to tease him when he realizes that you are the reason for his reaction.

Eddie clears his throat, glaring at the other man in the room as he catches him lusting after you. He picks up his shirt and hands it to you before he steps in front of you “dude.” Eddie mutters angrily. He can see what’s going on in Steve’s mind, it’s all in his eyes.

Steve blinks, eyes meeting Eddie’s “fuck, I’m sorry.” he mumbles, shaking his head. He puts the bags down and turns around “I brought you guys some food but uh– I’ll get going..” he mumbles, running his hand through his hair.

Eddie rolls his eyes “you don’t have to go, just give us a second, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Steve mumbles scratching the back of his neck as he walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Eddie turns around to face you to find you smiling at him as you put your pants on.

“What?” he asks as he walks over to the dresser, picking out a shirt for himself.

“That was nice,” you said, “I mean, not kicking him out. Three days ago you wouldn’t even be able to be in each other’s presence without wanting to start a fight and now you’re almost like… friends.”

Eddie scoffed “yeah right. If I catch him staring at you like he just did again, he will actually get kicked out.”

“Sure.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

Eddie and Steve were slowly warming up to each other but of course they’d never admit it. You were happy to see your boyfriend and your best friend finally getting along– somewhat getting along.

Steve didn’t have to bring dinner or even hang out with you guys but he did and you appreciated it, even though the first few minutes were spent in awkward silence after he came out of the bathroom. Steve and Eddie were obviously glaring at each other and the jealousy in Steve’s eyes was clear as day. His jaw was clenched and he looked pissed but it got better after you all ate the burgers and fries he got for you.

“How’s Max doing?”

“She’s alright. The kids are all at the Wheeler’s house with Robin.”

“Why aren’t you there?” you asked, knowing how much he cares about all of them, you were surprised that he’d rather be here with you and Eddie.

He looks down at his beer, a smile tugging at his lips “felt like I was interrupting something.”

You furrow your brows, tilting your head in question “what do you mean?”

Eddie looks at Steve in curiosity as he drinks his beer, his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Robin and Nancy kind of hit it off, I guess.” he smirked, “I guess Nancy is stealing our best friend.” he looks at you with a raised brow. You know what he actually means by that.

You raise your brows in surprise “wait seriously?” you asked, with a knowing look on your face.

“Yeah.” he chuckled.

“Wait, Wheeler and Buckley?” Eddie asked in surprise.

Steve nods.

“You still hang out with your ex girlfriend?” Eddie asked.

“Not really but we’re friends I guess.” Steve explained, shrugging “but yeah, I’m kinda third wheeling everywhere right now, even with my friends.” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“And yet you still came to hang out with us.” Eddie grins.

‘Yeah because I’m in love with your girlfriend, asshole.’ Steve thinks to himself as he gives Eddie a fake smile.

“Yeah, well I missed my best friend.” he says, glancing at you with a smile on his face before he looks back at Eddie who is squinting his eyes at him.

“I’m sure you did, my girlfriend is the best.”

Steve glares at him, clenching his jaw.

“Jesus,” you mumble, rolling your eyes “and here I thought you guys were getting along.”

You fell asleep after a while, with your head in Eddie’s lap, a blanket thrown over you and his fingers running through your hair, it was only a matter of time until you dozed off to the sound of their voices in the background.

Eddie watches you with loving eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips and Steve? He is doing the same, only there’s something else in his eyes too. Longing. He wants to be the one in his place, he wants to hold you like that, brush his fingers through your hair and give you gentle kisses, make you feel good.

Steve has never felt this kind of jealousy before, the kind that left him with nothing but rage and heartbreak. Every time he looked at you with Eddie, he felt his heart breaking a little more. He never thought that it would hurt this much but it does.

Steve gave you his heart, you didn’t break it but you abandoned it because it’s not the one that you wanted.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Steve blinks, ripping his gaze away from you, he looks up at Eddie “sure, what’s up?”

Eddie hesitates for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as though he has too many questions but doesn’t know which one to ask first “how long have you been in love with her?” he asked, quietly, making sure that he doesn't wake you up.

Steve’s eyes flash with surprise, leaning back against the wall, he pulls one knee to his chest, he drinks from his bottle and looks away for a moment.

“I think, almost three years now.” he mumbles, sadly.

Eddie raises his brows “when did you realize it?”

“Uh well, I think I knew from the start, when I was still with Nancy.” he says, scratching the back of his neck, he knows how it sounds “but, I only truly realized when we went through all this crazy shit together. Did she tell you about what happened in the tunnels?”

“Yeah.” Eddie says, thinking back to the night you opened up about everything. You told him about the tunnels, when you and Steve along with the kids went into the upside down, setting fires to lure the demodogs away.

Steve nods “well, y/n and I were the last ones to climb the rope, we were arguing about who would go first when we suddenly heard the swarm heading our way, we knew that one of us wouldn’t make it,” he pauses as he remembers how scared you looked, your eyes were filled with fear and your hands held his tightly. You weren’t scared of the monsters or of dying, you were scared of losing him and the look in your eyes led him to believe that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way “she wouldn’t go without me and I sure as hell wouldn’t go without her and when she took my hand and looked at me, I just knew. I knew that I’d do anything for her, I guess in that moment it just clicked,” he says as he looks up, meeting Eddie’s eyes “took me a near death experience to realize that I’m in love with her.”

Eddie shifts, eyes darting back and forth. He doesn’t like that another man feels for you like this, that another man loves you the way he does.

“Why’d you never do anything?” Eddie asks “why did you never make a move on her, ask her out?”

Steve shrugs “I think I made plenty of moves on her.” he says to which Eddie nods.

It’s true. Steve didn’t exactly treat you like just a friend and you didn’t treat him that way either. There was always more between you, at least that’s what both Steve and Eddie always believed.

“I just never asked her out.”

“Why not?”

“I always waited for the right moment, and I was nervous.” Steve mumbles sadly “I-I always thought that I had enough time a-and a part of me believed that she felt the same way.”

Eddie looks at him, taking in the sight of his slumped shoulders and the sad look in his eyes, he feels for him. Even he had to admit that he thought you had feelings for Steve. You were always together and it’s not even that but it’s the way you acted around one another. You let him hold your hand, you even reached for his hand yourself. He kissed your cheek, he kissed your neck and held you in public, you and Steve looked like a couple.

Eddie sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, he takes a deep breath before he looks back at the other man “I hate to say it but I thought so too, man.”

Steve raises his brows “you did?”

“Yeah, you guys were always together, looking all couply and shit.” Eddie grumbles in annoyance “I’m surprised you didn’t ask her out, I mean come on, you were nervous? Chicks are obsessed with you and it’s not like she’s the first girl you’ve been with.”

Steve chuckles at Eddie’s words, shaking his head “it’s not that I was nervous to ask her out, I was nervous to ask her out. She always made me nervous even before we became friends.” he explains, eyes flickering to you.

Eddie scoffs, eyes following Steve’s gaze, he looks down at you as he continues to brush his fingers through your hair, fingers tracing your neck, where Steve’s lips have once touched you.

“You were nervous to ask her out but you weren’t nervous to be all over her? It’s like whenever I saw you two together, you were all over her. I’m surprised you haven’t actually kissed.” he said as he looked back up at him. Steve suddenly stiffened, raising his hand to run it through his hair, he looked away, huffing.

“We kissed,” he simply said.

For a moment, the air was filled with nothing but silence. Eddie stared at Steve with a confused look in his eyes before he looked down at you “b-but, she said you never-”

“She doesn’t remember.”

Anger rushes through Eddie and a sour expression settles on his face “what do you mean?” he asked, meeting Steve’s eyes again.

Steve hesitates for a moment, looking at the bottle in his hand.

“I threw a party last year, on my birthday,” he paused, thinking back to that day. You were upset about something when you came to his house and as much as you tried to mask the sad expression on your face, Steve was able to look right through you, he tried to find out what had happened but you refused to talk about it, not wanting to ruin his mood and his birthday “we got really drunk together.”

Eddie’s expression only turns angrier the longer he stares at Steve.

He kissed you when you were drunk?

“She was really touchy, more so than usual,” he said. It wasn’t unusual for you and Steve but that night, something had shifted and you were behaving differently than usual. You kissed his cheek more than once, you held his hand all night and even sat in his lap. Steve wants to scoff at the memory, not because of the way you had acted but because of the way he felt and believed that something had changed, that you liked him “everyone left and she stayed back to help me clean up and after that we just, we sat down and she- we kissed.”

“So, did you like your presents?” you asked, finally sitting down after cleaning the mess in his house.

Steve chuckled as he sat down next to you “you and Dustin are the only ones who got me presents, these people were just here for the booze.”

He took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles as he looked at you with fondness in his eyes.

“You deserve more friends or maybe a girlfriend.” you said and scooted closer to him.

Steve’s eyes softened, his grip on your hand tightened, you, he wants you to be his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” he breathed “a girlfriend.” His eyes flickered to your lips, he wanted to kiss you so bad but he wouldn’t dare to do it and ruin a perfectly loving friendship but as you stared at him, eyes moving back and forth between his eyes and his lips, he found himself wondering if maybe, you feel the same.

The energy shifted and there was something else in the air, he felt it and you did too.

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw you moving closer to him, your free hand came up to cup his cheek and you moved closer and closer to him until your lips were brushing against each other.

For a moment, neither of you moved, uncertain of this action. Steve’s heart was racing, your touch gave him electric shocks.

You closed the gap between you two and pressed your lips against his. You were kissing him, you were kissing him!

He closed his eyes and cupped your face, deepening the kiss with a sigh. Your soft lips moved against his slowly but it was passionate and perfect. His heart was fluttering, his skin felt warm and he was happy, for the first time in a long time.

You leaned into him, throwing your thigh over his so you were almost straddling him.

Steve couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. So long, he had dreamed of this moment for so long, that moment he knew, he was certain that you are truly the love of his life, you made him happy, you made him feel safe and warm and you made him feel whole.

But it soon all came crashing down when you had broken the kiss.

His hands were still resting on your cheeks and while he was looking at you with a content smile on his face, you were looking at him with a frown on yours and glassy eyes.

Your eyes showed nothing but regret, guilt and sadness. You looked as though you betrayed someone by kissing him.

The smile on his face fell and his eyes filled with worry “hey, hey babe what’s wrong?” he asked, stroking your cheek.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” you whispered brokenly. The tone in your voice broke his heart, you looked at him as though you had done the worst thing you could do.

"No! no, I-I liked it, I wanted it,” he whispered, swiping the fallen tear.

Surprised flickered in your eyes “you did?”

The look in your eyes, the surprise and the disbelief made him feel confused.

“Yeah, I-I wanted this for a while now,” he said with a puzzled expression on his face “w-why are you so surprised?”

You hesitated, eyes darting back and forth, a new set of tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze “E-Eddie, I saw him today, he was horrible to me.”

That’s all it took for him to lose all the happiness he had just felt. His shoulders slumped and his heart broke. You didn’t kiss him because you had feelings for him, you kissed him because you needed to feel something.

You started crying and Steve felt like it too, he wanted to cry as well. You took his heart and led him to believe that you wanted it but then you just ripped it apart.

But despite his heartbreak, despite the pain and the disappointment he felt, he still pulled you into his arms gently, kissing the top of your head as you started sobbing into his chest, blinking back his tears.

“What happened?”

“Too many things, I-I don’t want to talk about it.” you whimpered.

Steve felt angry, his heart was hurting and he was filled with rage. Of course it was Eddie, it was always him.

It took a while for you to calm down but when you did, you wiped your tears away and leaned back to look at him, an unreadable look in your eyes.

“Whatever he said, it’s bullshit, y/n. He is a fucking asshole, he’s not worth your tears okay?” he said as he brushed your hair back, he leaned in to kiss your cheek, lips lingering for a moment. You took his hand and leaned back to look at him. Steve wanted to kiss you so bad, to feel you again but he can’t, not when there’s another person on your mind. He loves you and it breaks his heart.

You leaned your forehead against his “make me forget, please, make me forget about him.”

Steve closed his eyes, sadness surged through him and the heartbreak was unbearable. It would always be him.

“No.”

Eddie’s eyes show nothing but jealousy and sadness. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way. It’s in the past, it happened one year ago, you weren’t together and there was no sign of you ever getting together, he shouldn’t be so upset by it and he knows it and yet it still feels like a stab to his heart.

Steve sighs as he looks into Eddie’s eyes. He feels guilty for bringing that up, Eddie is your boyfriend, Eddie is the one you love, what happened in the past doesn’t matter anymore, it didn’t mean anything anyways. At least to you it didn’t mean anything.

Steve could see the way Eddie’s shoulders slumped and insecurity flashed in his eyes. This is not what he wanted, he didn’t want to make him feel insecure or sad, he had no reason to. You were wholeheartedly his.

“You know for a moment I really thought she wanted me and I was fucking happy, I thought, ‘you made it, you got the girl’” Steve said, chuckling at himself, “but it was never about me, she kissed me because she needed to feel something because you broke her heart.”

With furrowed brows and a shocked look in his eyes “w-what?” Eddie asked.

Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head “she was sad all fucking day and I didn’t know why and after she kissed me she told me how horrible you were to her that day. She never told me what you said to her but it must have been really fucked up if she did that” he said, he looked down again, not wanting Eddie to see how much he was hurting “she asked me if I would sleep with her, make her forget about you.”

Eddie was in shock and his heart felt as though it had been stabbed. He doesn’t remember what it was that he had said to you but he knows that he did everything he could to push you away in the past.

“Nothing happened, I didn’t do anything. I sobered up pretty quickly after that and realized how drunk she was. I took her to my room, we didn’t kiss or touch anymore. She just fell asleep in my arms and the next morning, she woke up with no memory of the previous night,” he said, blinking the tears away “so, don’t even worry about it, it meant nothing to her.” he paused with a heavy sigh “she regretted it right away, it’s insane how she looked at me as though she’s done the worst thing she could do.. I think she felt like she betrayed you or something, even though you weren’t even dating,”

Eddie feels sick to his stomach. Not because you kissed Steve but because he had hurt you. It was a never ending circle of pain and heartbreak that he had put you through and Steve got dragged into it along the way.

Eddie blinks, he looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He feels guilty, for hurting you and for hurting Steve in the process.

Knowing that you kissed Steve hurts him but knowing that you regretted it, that you’d rather it be him instead of Steve makes his heart swell. You were devoted to him, even when he made you believe that you meant nothing to him.

While Eddie struggles with all the guilt and the regret. Steve suffers through his heartbreak as his gaze settles back on you. Bringing up old memories was a mistake, his heart just hurt more and more. In that moment, he realizes that he will never not hurt, because he can’t have you. And even if he finds love in someone else, it will never be the same. His heart is yours, even if you don’t want it.

More memories start to flood his mind and Steve clears his throat before he looks up at Eddie.

“Did you know that we had math class together?” Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs, he doesn’t remember who he shared or shares classes with, except when it comes to you.

“You’d always sit down next to her and at first I thought you two were dating but then I saw how you were treating her, I heard the mean shit you said to her and I saw how you would look at her whenever you’d caught her staring, you were a real fucking asshole, Munson.” he pauses, drinking his beer, he closes his eyes for a moment as he feels himself getting angry.

Eddie, who watches him with regret and guilt in his eyes, feels guilty and ashamed for the things he has done.

“But she was never angry with you, she never said anything back to you, she just let you treat her like shit all while still looking at you as though you fucking hung the moon,” he says, shaking his head “I was always watching her, hoping that she’d say something back, at least just once but she never did, she let you walk all over her.”

“I never got why you did that, why you treated her like that but there was this one day, she was late to school and you kept looking at her empty spot, some girl tried to sit there but you told her to piss off” Steve said, chuckling “I wondered why you cared so much about someone taking her spot, when you didn’t like her anyways but, I saw the way you looked at her that day, it was different.” he pauses, taking a deep breath “I always knew that you loved her, I think everyone knew except for you two.”

Eddie blinks back his tears, not wanting to look weak in front of Steve. He feels ashamed of how he behaved.

“I hope you know how fucking lucky you are.” Steve said.

“I-I do but, I don’t deserve her,” Eddie whispered. Lowering his head to look at you “but you do.”

He knows you would disagree with him and look at him with a cute frown on your face if you heard him say that.

A sad smile tugs at Steve’s lips “yeah well, she doesn’t want me. She loves you, she always did.” he said, despite the pain in his heart “a-and, I hate to say that but you make her really happy. As much as I wish that I could be in your place, I’d never be able to give her this, no matter how hard I’d try, it wouldn’t matter. You have her heart, man. You always did– and, I’m glad that it’s you even though I certainly don’t approve of your shitty behavior towards her but you make her happy, that’s all I want for her.”

Eddie’s heart swelled with so much love. He wasn’t looking for his approval but knowing that someone who means so much to you, accepts your relationship, despite all his flaws, does make him happy.

“But if you hurt her again, I swear I’m gonna kick your ass, Munson.”

“I heard you never won a fight before.” he smirked.

“I’ll win a fight when it comes to her, trust me.”

Eddie chuckles at his words, he looks at him “I believe you.”

Steve’s eyes saddened, “I’d do anything for her.”

“Yeah, me too.. me too.” he whispered as he laid his hand upon yours, tracing your skin gently “c-can you promise me something?”

Steve looks at him in question, tilting his head a little as he puts the beer down and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I-I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I’m new to all this crazy shit but if something happens to me, will you take care of her?” Eddie asked, a mixture of fear and sadness lingering in his eyes.

When he said, he’d do anything for you, he meant everything. He would fight for you and he would die for you, Eddie would protect you with his life and do anything to make sure that you come out of this alive and well.

Steve shakes his head with an unreadable look in his eyes “dude, everything’s gonna work out–”

“Just promise me, Steve.” Eddie interrupts him as he stares back at him with glassy eyes.

He blinks, staring at him for a moment, nodding, he mumbles “fine.. I promise.”

Nodding at each other, they make a silent agreement. They’re both gonna do everything they can to keep you safe and make sure that you get out of this unharmed, no matter what’s gonna happen.

Both men are silent, deep in thought, they stare at you until Eddie speaks up again “I’m sorry...”

“For what?” Steve asked.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you do right now, I mean, for the longest time I thought my feelings were one sided and that it was you who she loved, so I’m sorry.. I know it hurts.”

Steve nods, appreciating his words.

“I’m sorry too, for the things I've said to you at the party, that was fucked up and I shouldn't have said all that. I-I don’t want this anymore, the fights and everything, you’re her boyfriend and I’m her best friend,” he pauses, rolling his eyes “and I think we should be friends too or whatever.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh at his words, leaning back, he smirks “Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington wants to be my friend?”

“Oh shut up.” he groans.

He continues to chuckle, staring down at you lovingly, he watches how your chest rises up and down calmly, a content expression on your face as you snuggle further against him, fingers clasping around his “well, I think she would love that.”

“Yeah, anything for her right?” Steve mumbles.

Eddie nods “yeah, anything.”

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In The Middle of Nowhere (Part 2)

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 1. Drugging, 5. Kidnapping, 17. Hypothermia, 20. Dehumanization Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, dark!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, dark!Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Reader (no relationships) Summary: You wake up to find that you have been drugged, tied up, and taken to the middle of the woods on a cold, snowy night. The two men grinning down at you scream trouble but you are about to discover it is worse than you could have possibly imagined... Word Count: 5523 TW: Drugging, Kidnapping, Tied Up, Frostbite, Forced Undressing, Language, Mentions of Murder and Mutilation, Hunted for Sport, Getting Off on Thoughts of Violence/Death, Bradley is Taller than Reader, Reader's POV Notes: I am EXTREMELY proud and excited about this series and hope you enjoy! Huge thank you to @loverhymeswith and @green-socks for all of your help!💕 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

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Something cold and wet lands gently on your cheek. Though very light, it’s enough to rouse you from your sleep. As you shift, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in, your head pounds painfully in time with every beat of your heart and you moan softly. You must have had a few (or more) shots before leaving work last night because you can’t remember getting home…or how you got home…or even closing down the bar. How much did you have to drink?

It’s cold—much colder than it should be—and you vaguely wonder if your heater crapped out again. The last time that happened, it took your landlord almost a week to fix it so you really hope that isn’t the case. You try to reach for your blanket, wanting to just curl up in a warm cocoon to sleep off this headache, but your arms seem stuck or tangled together somehow. Could you have fallen asleep in the middle of taking off your shirt again? It has only happened twice but both times were when you were blackout drunk so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities…

Reluctantly, you force your eyes open so you can figure out what stupidity you have gotten yourself into this time–only to freeze as your vision comes into focus.

You had expected to see your bedroom ceiling or even possibly the ceiling of the bar’s break room above you, but instead, you open your eyes to see a man leering down at you, his face twisted into a sort of predatory grin.

Though the gleam in his eye is giving you the creeps, you try to remain calm even as your heart begins pounding in your chest. There could be a thousand perfectly innocent reasons this man is here looming over you like this and it’s best to not jump to conclusions until you know what’s going on. Besides, there is something vaguely familiar about this burly brunet. You know you have seen him somewhere before, though your groggy mind can’t quite place him. However, as soon as a second man (this one blond) steps into view, it all comes rushing back—these two had been at the bar earlier.

You hadn’t interacted with the first man very much, just took his order, poured him his drink, and topped it off once or twice when he got low. However, it hadn’t escaped your attention that he never took his eyes off of you the entire time you chatted with his buddy. And while the brunet had kept his distance, this blond had bent over backward trying to capture every ounce of your attention all night long. You had been bartending long enough to know exactly what kind of guy he was and what he was angling for, but you had to admit, those mesmerizing green eyes and the way that cocky smile curled around the toothpick he was chewing on all night did make you a little weak in the knees.

However, all of that quickly flies from your mind as your eyes settle on the large hunting knife the blond is currently spinning in his hands as he licks his lips, grinning at you.

Something is wrong. Very wrong. Get out now! A wave of terror clears the remaining fog in your mind as all of your instincts scream at you to flee. But as you try to scramble up off your back, you finally notice the thick rope wrapped around your wrists and another around your ankles. And to make matters worse, you seem to be lying in a small metal box of some sort. Your body has been crammed and twisted at a weird angle in order to fit, and the way it resembles a coffin makes a fresh chill run up your spine.

As you release a shuddering gasp, you realize that though restrained, your mouth has been left uncovered. Instantly, you begin screaming as loud as you can, alternating between “help” and just a wordless high-pitched shriek as you thrash around within the box. Pain shoots through you as your knees collide with the sides of the box and you hit one of your funny bones, but you ignore it and just keep screaming.

After a moment, you catch sight of your kidnappers’ faces and your heart sinks. They are expecting this. And what’s worse, based on their sadistic smirks, they are enjoying this. Which means they’re not concerned about anyone hearing you, no matter how much noise you make.

Though terrified by this realization, you force yourself to fall silent and lie still, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of watching you continue to beg for help.

Seemingly satisfied you are done with your freak-out, the brunet pulls himself up the side of the box until he looms over you, his broad frame filling your entire field of vision. His gaze travels down your prone form, lingering on your ass, breasts, and lips before he finally locks eyes with you. His lips curl into a sickening grin as he says, “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Ready to have some fun?”

Without waiting for an answer, he looks at the blond and jerks his head in your direction. Suddenly, everything around you begins to shake as you hear a metallic thud followed by the loud thumping of boots, and the blond appears towering next to you. He gives you a wink and a small click of his tongue before his hands slide under your shoulders and he lifts you up. As he does so, the brunet grabs your feet and you are roughly hauled out of the container.

As they lift you out, whatever insolation or protection the box had been providing you disappears and you are hit with the full chill of the late winter’s night air, causing you to instantly start shivering. For the first time, in the light of the electric lanterns the men had placed around the area, you get a good look at yourself and realize that while the men are dressed in heavy jackets layered over the flannel shirts they had on at the bar, you have been stripped down to your underwear and the thin tank top you were wearing that night under your uniform. At least you had opted for your boyshorts tonight instead of your thong, but you still shiver once more—and this time, it has nothing to do with the cold.

There is no telling what these men did to you while you were unconscious. Obviously, you must have been manhandled to some degree if they undressed you, tied you up, and stuffed you into a box, but was that as far as they went? Or did they have a different kind of fun with you while you had no way of fighting back or saying no? Tears sting the corners of your eyes as a hundred different scenarios play out in your head, and you hope it just appears like your eyes are watering from the cold. You would hate for these two to think they have broken you already.

As they stand you up on the snow-covered ground, your bare feet sink in the soft powder almost up to the top of your ankles. You gasp as you try to bounce from one foot to the other in an attempt to provide your poor feet any relief from the cold, but the rope around your ankles causes you to almost topple over. The only thing that keeps you from crashing into the snow is the brunet who reaches out to steady you. Silently, he bends down and unties the rope, though once he’s done, he walks away without touching the one still wrapped around your wrists.

Now able to bounce more steadily as you try to keep your feet from going completely numb, you begin to take in your surroundings. Glancing over your shoulder, you see a big, black, lifted pickup truck with an open metal toolbox in the bed—which explains why you were so cramped in the box. Looking past the truck, all you can see is rows and rows of trees. They seem to go on forever until disappearing into the void of darkness just beyond the glow from the lanterns. No wonder these men hadn’t worried about your screaming. There are enough woods outside of town that you could currently be ten or fifteen miles from anyone who could help you.

There’s no one but you and the two men who brought you here.

You don’t know what their plan for you is, but you decide the best course of action is to just be as agreeable as possible until the situation changes. So, forcing yourself to give them a lighthearted chuckle even as another shiver shakes your scantily clad body, you try to make your voice as positive as you can. “Hey guys, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if this is your idea of a joke, I don’t find it very funny. So why don’t you just untie me and we can all head back to town.”

“Oh, this is no joke—it’s a game. And you are the missing piece we were looking for,” the brunet says and your forced smile slowly fades. “What do you remember about tonight?”

Still willing to go along with them for now, you close your eyes and try to search through the cloud of fog and fear that is filling your mind. “I…I went to work like usual. Then you two came in an hour or two into my shift.” You nod at the brunet. “You were drinking whiskey, neat.” You nod towards the blond. “And you were having old fashioneds. You sat at the bar for a few hours talking to me in between customers. Yo-you mentioned you were waiting for a couple of friends to make it to town, but they never showed up. Then…” Your memories get fuzzier the later in the night you try to remember. “Then, you left after I announced last calls. You said…you said you’d be seeing me around…”

The two men exchange excited glances as the brunet nods. “You remember more than most….good. It’s more fun when they remember.”

The blond takes a few steps closer to you and reaches out to slowly drag his finger across your lips. “I wonder if you also remember the taste of my tongue in your mouth.”

You flinch away from his touch, diverting your eyes as you feel your stomach threatening to heave. Yes, you remember that too. Against all of your self-made rules and instincts, you had allowed yourself to be charmed by one of your soon-to-be-kidnappers towards the end of the night.

He had bet you a kiss that he could hit the bulls-eye on the dartboard without looking and you had taken him up on his offer, never imagining he could actually do it. But when he threw the dart behind him, his eyes locked firmly with yours as he did so, and it hit the dead center of the board, he had taken his prize. More than that, you had allowed him to get to second base while he shoved his tongue down your throat. In the moment, you enjoyed it—a lot. In fact, you had even considered asking him to meet you out back once you closed down, but now even the slightest brush of his skin against yours makes you sick to your stomach.

As you cower into yourself, the blond’s grin grows even wider, his green eyes sparkling in the lantern light. “Fuck yeah, you do remember. I gotta admit, if you hadn’t downed that shot so quickly, I was going to try to postpone this whole thing once I got that taste of you. Fucking delicious. I can only imagine how sweet the rest of you must taste. Hopefully, I’ll get a chance to find out later tonight.”

The feeling of nausea rolling in your stomach intensifies and you can feel the bile burning the back of your throat. Swallowing it back down, you choke out, “The shot? What shot?”

“The other part of our bet. Remember?”

Thinking long and hard, you try to recall what else you had agreed to in your bet. When it suddenly comes to you, you gasp, “I agreed to one drink. You put something in it!”

“You made it so easy,” the brunet says, practically purring with delight. “Usually, I have to really struggle to find just the right moment to slip our little concoction in when the target isn’t looking, but you were so preoccupied with your makeout session, I could have injected it straight into your veins and I doubt you would have noticed. And you made it easier still by choosing Fireball. The flavor covers all traces of the drugs unlike vodka shots so I’m not surprised you didn’t have any clue what had happened. That is the point, after all.”

“To get me out here to play your game?” Both men nod. “What kind of game?”

“The rules are simple,” the brunet explains, the electric lights casting sinister shadows across his face as he stalks closer. “You run, we chase. If you make it out of the woods or stumble across anyone else to help you, you win and we disappear into the night, never to bother you again. But if one of us hunts you down before you escape, that person wins the game and their prize is the right to do whatever they want to you as long as they finish the job before sunrise.”

Their prize is the right to do whatever they want to you as long as they finish the job….

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” you spit, all attempts at fake pleasantness abandoned as you are hit by the reality of how epically fucked up this situation truly is. Both men seem slightly taken aback by your drastic shift in tone and you straighten up to your full height as you continue. “I am not a fucking toy for you to play with o-or a prize to be won. One of you will win the right to do whatever they want to me? I don’t give you that right and I’m the only one who has a say in that. You can’t do this!”

“I hate to break it to you, but we can and we have and we will again. This is our game, and we’ve never lost.” The brunet stalks forward until his chest is just a few inches from yours and he sneers down at you. “Do you really think we haven’t heard all this before? Please. We’ve been playing this game once a month for over a decade. ‘Oh, please let me go. I have kids who need me.’ ‘I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me!’ ‘If you let me go right now, I promise I won’t tell a soul what happened. No police, I swear.” His voice switches between various high-pitched mocking tones as he imitates their past victims and your heart aches for the hundred or so women who found themselves in this same situation over the years.

Returning to his normal voice, the brunet leans over until you are enveloped by the visible cloud of his breath in the cold air. “No. The moment we chose you, your life was over. You belong to us now and we are the only ones who have a say in what happens to you now. And tonight…tonight we say you are a fox and we are the hounds who intend to chase you down and rip out that beautiful throat of yours. You are the prey and we are the predators; the hunted and the hunters. And the sooner you accept that the better this will be for all of us. Do you understand?”

You understand. You are about to die out here in the darkness of the trees, hunted down like an animal and subjected to God-only-knows-what horrors before you are finally murdered in cold blood. And while they are pretending to give you a way out, you have lost all feeling in your feet long ago, you can barely bend your fingers in the cold, and you are shivering so much you can barely see straight. In other words, you don’t stand a chance.

The brunet continues to look at you for an answer so you slowly nod your head. Satisfied, he straightens up and walks back over to the blond.

But before either of them can say anything, you ask, “Why me?”

The brunet turns around. “What?”

“Why did you pick me?”

“Why not?” the blond grins.

The brunet chuckles softly and shakes his head at his friend. However, he then decides to give you a real answer. “Well, first of all, you’re gorgeous which doesn’t necessarily affect the game but it’s a little of an added incentive to win the prize. Second of all, watching you dart around behind that bar all night, lifting boxes of alcohol, and holding your own against a few unruly customers made us think that you could hold your own out here, at least for a while, which makes things more interesting. And third of all, we could tell you have some fire in you. We like fire. That means you won’t just roll over and give up.”

“Yeah, we do not want a repeat of Des Moines,” the blond groans. “That chick just curled up in a ball crying and wouldn’t even leave the clearing. We finally had to just put her down. It ruined the whole trip.”

“But she’s not going to do that, are you, little fox?” the brunet purrs at you. “No, you’re gonna be one of our fighters. Like our girl outside of Austin. Oh…she was a wiley one.” He traces one finger over the scars littering his face and neck that were partially covered by his scruff. “Fought like a hellcat until the very end, scratching and biting and making sure to leave her mark. But I made her pay for each and every one of these. Just something for you to keep in mind once we start.”

“Oh, damn, I forgot about that.” The blond lets out an impressed whistle. “When I found you two, I didn’t even realize it was at first. I thought you had killed a coyote or a deer or something. And even once I knew, I could barely tell that mess used to be human. You were riding that high for weeks.”

The two men begin talking over each other bringing up their favorite hunts in the past, each one more horrible than the last. Each story you hear adds a new fear of what might happen to you before the end of the night. However, it also adds fuel to the anger building in your belly. How these two men had been getting away with this for so long, after doing this to so many women, was incomprehensible. Surely someone must have noticed over a hundred women disappearing over the past decade and started to investigate. These two didn’t seem like criminal masterminds by any means, so how had they managed to avoid detection for so long?

As you continue to watch them go back and forth with tales of past hunts, you shake your head and softly murmur under your breath, “Who the hell are you two?”

The two men stop reminiscing and turn to face you. You hadn’t meant for them to hear your question, but apparently they had.

“Have we not introduced ourselves? Aw, where are our manners?” the brunet asks, taking a step closer to you. “You can call me ‘Rooster’ and that Casanova over there—” he jerks his head towards the blond “—is ‘Hangman’.”

“Rooster and Hangm– What the fuck kinds of names are those?”

“Well, you see, our boy here—” Hangman comes over to wrap his arm around Rooster’s shoulder and slaps him on the chest “—he’s a crooner. Loves to crow when he catches his prey so everyone knows he won. He’s a bit of a showoff. And me…let’s just say my name’s a bit more self-explanatory.”

With the hand not draped across Rooster’s shoulders, he shifts his arm so his jacket pulls back to reveal a length of rope ending in a noose tucked into his belt. “As much as I love a little foreplay with my knives, it can’t compare to watching someone gasping and struggling for air as they flail wildly three feet off the ground. Then seeing that moment when everything goes still and the light softly dims in their eyes?” He shivers with a small “whoo” of delight. “There’s nothing like it in the world. It’s even better than sex.”

Just when you think these two can’t get any worse, they somehow manage to top themselves. Your voice dripping with disgust, you ask, “Why are you telling me all of this?”

Hangman shrugs. “Because we are killing time until we can start the game and then, in an hour or two, it won’t matter that you know. Plus, it’s nice actually getting to share our accomplishments with someone else for once. That’s the worst downside to having an illegal hobby. You can’t tell anyone about it besides the few people who were there when it happened.”

Suddenly, Hangman’s pocket lights up and the muffled sounds of “Slow Ride” fill the air. Rooster glares at the sheepish blond as he pulls his phone out and glances at the screen. But any contrition he seems to have quickly evaporates and he answers the call as a wide grin splits across his face.

“Hey, you almost here? We’ve got a real spitfire this time. It’s gonna be one hell of a competition.” Hangman listens for a moment then his face falls. “Damn. Yeah, no, I understand.” Glancing up at Rooster, he mouths ‘not gonna make it’ before turning his focus back to the phone.

With a heavy sigh, Rooster looks down at you. “Sorry, little fox. We weren’t lying before. We were supposed to be meeting some friends who wanted to play too. But it looks like it’ll just be the three of us after all.”

That predatory gleam you had seen on his face when you first woke up returns as he leans in until his lips are practically brushing against the curve of your ear. In a soft whisper, he says, “But it wouldn’t have mattered. You’re mine, baby girl. I’ve known from the second I laid eyes on you in that bar that I had to have you. Hangman might get to you first and slice you up a little bit, but at the end of the night, it’s going to be me with my hands around your throat as the light leaves your eyes and you take your final, desperate gasp of air.” He leans back with a moan as his eyes flutter closed and his tongue runs across his lips. “Fuck…I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

You have never felt such deep, burning feelings of disgust or anger like you feel towards Rooster. But using that fire coursing through your veins to give you strength, you clasp your bound hands together and drive them into the side of Rooster’s head. Because his eyes are still closed as he revels in the idea of your murder, he never sees it coming.

Your fists slam into his face and you feel the crunch of his nose behind your force. Both of you topple sideways to the ground but you instantly try to scramble to your feet before he comes to his senses. However, you struggle to use your tied hands to push yourself to your feet in the soft snow and just as you are starting to figure out how to stand, Rooster’s elbow drives into your right temple.

Collapsing like a ton of bricks, the soft snow cushions your fall. Darkness begins closing in until there is just a single circle of light swimming in the center of your vision. Waves and waves of pain are radiating throughout your body and a low moan flows from your lips.

In that small dot of light, you see a blurry Rooster come into view. There is blood flowing from his nose and a hungry rage burning in his eyes. Leaning in close, he spits, “Be glad the game hasn’t started yet. Otherwise, I would be cutting off each of your fingers one by one before shoving them down your throat. But don’t think I’ll forget this once the hunt has begun.”

Ignoring his threats, you press your aching temple deeper into the snow, using the cold powder as a sort of ice pack to ease the pain a little. It is the first time all night you are thankful for the freezing snow surrounding you. However, you can also feel it soaking into your tank top and underwear, and you know that being wet in this environment is just going to make things a hundred times worse. But seeing as there’s nothing you can do about it, you just try to focus on the slight relief the snow is providing your pounding head.

Distantly, you hear Hangman end his call and hesitantly approach where you lay. Rooster spits a wad of bloody saliva onto your cheek before rising and turning towards his friend. “What happened?”

“There was a big snowstorm just east of here and the roads are coated in ice. Even the truck can’t make it through for at least a few more hours. So it looks like it’ll just be us this time.”

“Just like the old days.”

“Just like the old days.” Hangman glances down at you. “Is there something I should know?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Rooster says as he wipes the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand. “She wanted to start the game early, but I made sure she’ll follow the rules from now on. Isn’t that right, little fox?” He nudges your side with the toe of his boot.

The pain throbbing in your head is still overwhelming despite the slight relief provided by the snow and your vision has yet to clear. However, you lift your head slightly and glare at the man towering over you. With all the viper you can muster, you hiss, “Fuck you.”

Rooster’s face splits into a cruel grin, made even more sinister by the blood still staining his face. “That’s my girl.” Then, turning to Hangman, he says, “Well, if they aren’t coming, I guess we can start. Get her up.”

Hangman walks over and hauls your limp body to a standing position. Though you are still unsteady on your feet, you manage to stay upright. Then to your surprise, Hangman pulls out one of his knives from earlier and cuts the rope binding your hands. Your arms ache from being held in the same position for so long and your wrists are rubbed raw from the rope burns, but it is still a relief to be free once more. You immediately shove your numb hands under your armpits in an attempt to get some feeling back to them, but you can already tell it won’t do much good. The rest of your body is too cold to provide much relief.

Grabbing your elbow, Hangman leads you over to where Rooster is standing next to a pile of supplies in the middle of the clearing. He positions you so you are standing facing Rooster and then he goes to stand next to his friend.

Satisfied everything is set, Rooster says, “It’s time for the game to begin. You have a five-minute head start to get as far away from here as you can. Once your time is up, we start the hunt. The only rules are what I said before: If you find help or civilization before we catch you, then you go free. If one of us finds you before then, the game is over and the winner gets to claim his prize. And your time starts now.” He presses a button on his watch and you hear a soft beep.

Five minutes. That’s potentially all the time you have left in this world. You know you should take off and try to put as much distance between yourself and this place as you can, but if these are your last moments of life, you are going to give these two psychos a piece of your mind before you go.

“You two are so pathetic,” you snarl. “You see yourselves as these great hunters and killers but you’re shooting fish in a barrel and then boasting about your prize. You drug these girls, strip them down, send them off without a way of even trying to protect themselves, and then brag you are mighty warriors when your victims can’t even put up much of a fight. And the only reason you don’t give anyone a real chance is because you know you might actually lose.”

Hangman nervously glances at Rooster as he shifts uncomfortably. Your words have had their intended effect as doubt settles in on him. However, Rooster doesn’t seem the least bit phased. Instead, he smirks at you as his eyes narrow.

“Nice try, but we’re not falling for it. Now, get going while there’s still time on the clock. We want a challenging game but don’t think for one second we won’t kill you right here if you haven’t moved when the timer goes off. We’ve done it before.”

“At least give me my jacket or shoes or pants or something! I’m gonna get frostbite or hypothermia before either of you can catch me, and then where does that leave your game?”

“What did I just tell you? We’re. Not. Falling. For. It,” Rooster growls.

“I don’t know, maybe she’s right.” Rooster turns his glare to Hangman who shrinks back but continues speaking. “I mean, we’ve never done this in the snow or the cold so we might need to adjust slightly. Plus, her lips are already starting to turn blue and she’s shivering really hard. I don’t want this to turn into another environmental death like last time when the girl fell off the cliff or that time in Reno where the girl got bit by the rattlesnake. If she’s gonna die, one of us should get to be the one who does it, not the cold.”

Rooster sighs as he considers this, his hand scrubbing across the short scruff along his jaw. He turns back to stare at the truck for a long time before he finally nods. “Fine. She can have her jacket back. But that’s all.”

Relief floods through you at the thought of any kind of warmth, but your smile fades as Hangman jogs over to the truck and pulls your jacket out of the back seat. You had forgotten which one you wore to work today.

While it did have the added benefit of being one of the warmer jackets you owned—a thick hooded jacket with fuzzy sherpa lining that falls to the top of your knees and has several pockets to warm your hands in—it was also a light burnt-orange color that will stand out like a beacon amongst both the pure white snow and darkness of the night. Rooster smirks at you and you have a feeling that he didn’t forget about the color. The olive branch he had extended was in fact covered in thorns.

Yet, as soon as Hangman tosses you the jacket, you quickly pull it on, zip it up, flip the hood up over your head, and jam your fists into your pockets. You are still completely bare from your knees down, but at least the coverage from the snow and the warmth you can already feel melting the chill in your upper half is a vast improvement. You just wish you had been given your boots back as well. Your feet have been completely numb from almost the minute they sunk into the deep snow, and the idea of trying to run miles and miles like this terrifies you.

But what choice do you have?

Glancing at his watch, Rooster says, “You now have…three minutes forty-eight seconds. Time is ticking.”

There’s no point in wasting any more of the time you have left, so you pick a direction and start walking towards the wall of trees at the edge of the clearing.

When you pass him, Hangman winks at you, runs his tongue over his lips, and whispers, “I’ll be seeing you real soon.”

At this point, you aren’t really sure which man you are more frightened of tracking you down. But then your mind flashes back to the pure pleasure on Rooster’s face as he talked about watching the light leave your eyes, and you know who you would rather have find you.

As soon as you leave the clearing, you take off into the dark woods as fast as your frozen feet will allow.

Part 3 coming soon!

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la-undercover-latina · 4 months

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hi kay!! i'll be getting to your request asap! in return, i have a request for you!

how does armin comfort his s/o who suffers from chronic headaches and/or migraines?

Hey Boo!!! I saw your post earlier. Hopefully these help give you a little bit of much needed comfort.

I’m sorry that it’s not really long. But I don’t want you to make your headache worse by reading a long ass fic. I’ll expand more when you’re feeling better boo!!

Doctor Arlert to the Rescue

Summary: When you wake up with a migraine, Armin does everything to take care of you.

TW: None just fluff unless you count mention of migraine

He knew before you even did. When you’d come to bed the night before, you’d been complaining of a slight headache. But when Armin was attempting to massage your neck in order to give you some comfort, he felt an extremely tight knot at the base of your skull. No matter how much he attempted to get the knot out, it was no use.

So when you woke up in the morning with a groan, Armin already had the bare essentials waiting on the bedside table.

In a little paper cup, you found some over the counter pain relievers, a bottle of water, and a handwritten note in his delicate handwriting.

‘I had a really strong feeling you’d wake up with a migraine this morning Angel. Bean is with Jean until your migraine goes away. If you’re reading this, I’ll be home soon. Just dropping off the princess and getting some stuff for you. I love you and I’ll be home soon,’

A soft smile played at your lips as you managed to read the words before taking the pills and putting your head back on the pillow.

“Angel?” Armin whispered as he sat next to your sleeping body, and placed a warm rice sock against the base of your neck.

“Once that was firmly in place, a sigh left your lips and you felt your husband’s deft hands gently rub circles into your back.

“Here,” he spoke gently, holding out a few saltine crackers out to you.

He needed to cross all of the possible culprits of your migraine off the list.

You slowly sat up, wincing a little as your head made you regret moving.

“Go as slow as you need Angel,” Armin urged.

“Have some water after,” Armin kept his words at a minimal volume and length- knowing sound was your worst enemy when you were like this.

Armin held up a package of your favorite tea blend that Levi made specifically for migraines. You held up a thumb. Armin grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, and pressed his lips against your knuckles. Gently, he handed the water bottle to you, before readjusting the rice sock to your forehead, the faint scent of lavender meeting your nose and calming you further.

A few minutes later, Armin came in with two mugs, both already with as much honey as you both like, to avoid the clanging of silverware against your mug.

“If you don’t finish it, I’ll transfer it to your thermos,” he pulled softly on your blackout curtains that you had for this specific occasion. To give a little bit of light, enough to safely move around, Armin flipped on the fairy lights strung along the crown molding.

His oceanic eyes met yours and gave a thumbs up and down motion, making sure the room wasn’t too bright. You gave a thumbs up and a slight smile tugged at your lips at the relief that the blackout curtains alone gave you.

“Do you want me to give you a massage after your tea?” Armin asked and you nodded.

And so that’s how you spent the rest of the day. Armin was his own boss so he was able to devote every minute to making sure that you were better. Sasha had sent along a video almost around dinner time of her holding your and Armin’s little Princess, as the toddler blew a kiss to the camera.

“Feel better mommy,”

And feel better you did. With Doctor Arlert taking care of you.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #snk armin #armin aot #moot asks #armin fluff #aot fluff #armin arlert fluff

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atimeofyourlife · 7 months

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Whumptober day 16

rated: t | wc: 885 | prompt: Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” Steve ending up in hospital after the fight with Billy and again after Starcourt.

Steve didn't really know where he was by the time the reached the hospital. The drive over had blurred together with the rest of the night, leaving him confused about everything. Or maybe that was the concussion. Who knows? All he knew was that his head hurt and all the lights seemed a little too bright.

Hopper had to help him out of the car, but he didn't make it more than a few steps before his knees gave out and he collapsed right outside the emergency room doors. He was vaguely aware of yelling, groaning as it made the insane headache worse. He couldn't make sense of any of the words being said, or what anyone was doing, other than touching and moving him. He faded in and out of consciousness, slowly realizing he was strapped to a gurney, and being rushed through the hospital. He shut his eyes again, to block out the harsh lighting that flooded the halls, and let himself sink into the darkness.

When he woke up, he was lying in a bed, in a dimly lit hospital room. There seemed to be wires and tubes everywhere, accompanied by the whirring and beeping of the machines. He slowly turned his head from side to side, the slight movement making him feel exceptionally dizzy. Hopper was sat in a chair to his left, looking like he was half asleep. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but the dryness in his mouth and throat caused him to start coughing. Hopper jerked awake at that, immediately looking Steve over. "You good there, Harrington?"

"What happened?" Steve managed to mumble as he gained control of his breathing.

"Do you remember any of it?" Hopper asked, sounding concerned.

"Billy showed up. I tried to stop him getting the kids. Then we were in a car, and we set fire to the tunnels." Steve screwed his face up, trying to remember what else had happened, but nothing was coming to mind. Instead, it just made his face ache.

"Anything else?"

Steve just shook his head.

"You were barely conscious by the time we got back to the Byers' place. The kids were all pretty worried about you. I brought you in, you couldn't walk on your own. You collapsed outside when we got here, then you had a seizure on the gurney as you were being taken in for treatment."

"Jesus." Steve replied, lifting his hand to run it through his hair, but his movement was limited by the IV in his hand.

"I should let the nurse know you're awake," Hopper said, reaching for the call button.

A nurse came in a few minutes later, checking Steve over and asking a few questions. He didn't pay a huge amount of attention to what she was saying, other than that he was being kept in for a few days for monitoring in case he had another seizure. She administered more medication, and Steve could feel it starting to take effect, easing the pain and making him feel sleepy again.

"Get some more sleep, Harrington. I'll still be here when you wake up again." He heard Hopper say quietly.

Steve could only let out a small noise of affirmation as he drifted off again, in pain and hazy from the drugs, but felt safe with Hopper watching over him.

Steve felt lost as he was taken from the ambulance into the hospital on the gurney, and not just because of the concussion and drugs that he'd received courtesy of the Russians. He couldn't help thinking of the last time he'd been in a similar position. Eight months earlier, pretty much to the day. The last time he'd had a concussion, the last time he'd landed a stay in hospital. The seizure on the gurney that he still couldn't remember having. Waking up in the dimly lit room with Hopper in the chair next to him. Hopper always being there. Even letting Steve stay with him and El after he was discharged, until he was recovered enough to safely be home alone.

That was what was making Steve feel so lost. Knowing that this time he wouldn't have the concerned adult there to look out for him, to look after him. His parents wouldn't cut their business trip short for something as insignificant as him being hospitalized for the second time in under a year. And every other adult he knew had other things to worry about. Mrs Henderson had Dustin to worry about. Mr and Mrs Sinclair had Erica and Lucas to worry about. Joyce had everything to worry about, Will and Jonathan, El, losing Hopper. There had been so much death and destruction in just a few short days, Steve knew that his injuries were so minor in the grand scheme of things.

Because of everything that was going on, and the damage that had been caused to the hospital earlier, Steve was left on the gurney until there could be some space found for him and a doctor was free to do a full assessment of his injuries. He felt a weight at his side, and looked up to see Robin next to him. He took her hand and squeezed it gently, feeling slightly better in the knowledge that he had someone there for him.

#whumptober2023 #no.16 #gurney #stranger things #fic #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #jim hopper #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #atimeofyourwrites

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lemon-muncher · 1 year

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Reader smacking Katsuki's juicy ass jokingly one day, and Katsuki finding out he gets turned on by it??? But at first he's really shy and in deNiaL about it, but later on when reader does it (in private) again he moans accidentally and ensues teasing and sexual tension??????

bLUSHY BLUSH KATSUKI AND AGGRESSIVE SHYNESS UGHHH 🤌

I was actually writing a draft for the other Rin piece you asked for and then I saw this and was like " Imma make that boy suffer"

My inner alpha just can't take it😣😫 (I hate myself for that... sorry)

Anyways enjoy a very overdue Bakubottom

I also made the reader male since it wasn't specified

Since dating Katsuki, you've come to realize that his bratty attitude is much more than an act to seem tough in front of his classmates. He'd talk back to you despite being in agreement with you. He'd break 'rules' such as wiping away your kisses or purposefully leaving you on read. It annoyed you. Like any good boyfriend, you had ways to keep him in line.

You started off small by pinching his ear when he had an attitude or even restricting alone cuddle sessions with him. Luckily, your tactics worked...only for a while. Soon, your blonde boyfriend would act out more despite these punishments. You had to constantly think of new ways to keep him in line. And ideas were going to run out soon.

Currently, you stood smushed between a bunch of UA students. You were all cramped into the hallways as paparazzi tried to infiltrate the building, which was an unfortunate common occurrence. Katsuki happened to be next to you. He had his arm wrapped around your bicep in hopes of not getting separated from you.

It would have been cute if it weren't for him screaming at the top of his lungs to get people to move. You already had a headache from the commotion but Katsuki only made it worse. "GET THE HELL OUT MY WAY!" His loud voice was unheard from the noisy situation. You weren't sure why you did it but Katsuki was testing you patience. You lifted your hand slightly only to quickly bring it down on his ass. It was quick, stattling the both of you.

"I swear if you don't shut the hell up, Katsuki." Your voice was stern and dominant. You had guessed your 'love tap' worked since Katsuki looked the other way with a red face, indicated by his red ears. As you escorted him through the crowd, Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek, hoping you wouldn't see him in such a state. His mind was foggy and his heart quickened from such a confusing yet pleasurable action. His hard on was screaming for some form of released, luckily the crowded hallway hid it from others.

As the day continued, his mind continued to wonder towards the suttle sting on his ass. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you spanked him again. It clogged his mind so much he didn't even notice you dragging him to your dorm.

You threw him into your room causing his body to fall onto your twin sized bed, snapping him out if his 'trance-like state'. "Oh! Y/N what are you doing?" His cheeks turned a pretty shade of red as you trapped his body under yours. He knew he messed up from the cold glare plastered on your face. His inner brat made him squirm in your grasp, whining for you to let him go. "Why do you keep spacing out, Kats?"

Despite you soft voice, your eyes read that of a wild lion ready to pounce on its prey. Katsuki could only stare in at you as his face continued to redden. "Well? Are you just gonna stare at me? The hell's going on with you?" Despite your obvious concern, all the blonde could do was sink deeper into the cotton bed under your demanding gaze. "Can't stop thinking... of earlier.'' Almost in a stutter, the blonde's voice trembled as his truth spilled from his lips. And once he started, he couldn't stop despite how much he wanted to. He told you of how the sudden sting in his ass kept his attention from you all day. He spoke of the sudden fantasies that filled his head.

"Is that so..." Your eyes grew dark at the new information. Katsuki soon started to panic at your quick change in expression. "Who knew Katsuki Bakugou was such a pain slut! I would have though Midoriya was the class whore but~ I guess it's you... I sure am lucky!~" You groaned from above your boyfriend, his eyes wide and his face red from your voice. "Y/N~ Please help me!" A desperate cry left luscious lips and he pulled you down to grind against you. At the very second, almost as if a telepathic force was at work, you both knew you would have an interesting night.

Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been having the worst writer's block and I have a $60,000 scholarship interview to get ready for so I've been crazy busy. But know, I'm always trying to get something out for you guys. Now, I need your help...

#dom reader #sub character #bnha #mha #dom male reader #sub bakugou #bakugou x reader

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Usopp has chronic pain specifically headaches and migraines

It used to be chronic headaches after alabasta. They would dull but would last all day. He'd stay inside and avoid bright lights when he gets them. He doesn't really try to get ready in the morning due to the pain. He loses his appetite and is not as cheerful as he usually is. Sanji of course is concerned as is every one else, but usopp says he's fine he can handle himself. It's very noticeable that he's uncomfortable but seems to be functioning he tells them not to worry about it so they respect his wishes. Sanji does keep an eye on him letting him have private moments of vulnerability, holding him kissing his head and whispering words of comfort.

After Skypia after Luffy dropped that weird fruit on his head (He really could have killed him 😭) and mainly wano his headaches got worse and quickly started becoming migraines. Something he kept to himself not wanting his friends to worry about him. He'd power thru them the best he can going the whole day in pain without anyone noticing.

It started to become difficult to hide when it started affecting his vision and hearing. They found him in the bathroom sick from the pain. Franky carried him to his bed while copper brought strong pain meds that knocked him out. Sanji would be in bed with him feeding guilt for not noticing his pain sooner.

Why would you say this-- I had enough with the headcanon of Zoro having chronic pains, I did not need this,,, But I love it, though, big fan of the angst.

After everything they've been through (especially Usopp, who's not built different like the monster trio) it's just normal that he ends up like this. He keeps saying he's fine because he doesn't want to be a burden, but Sanji knows something's wrong. You can't help somebody who refuses to be helped, though, so Sanji just tries to keep an eye on him and give him private moments to rest.

I think Usopp ends up telling Sanji about his pain, but only Sanji. He's the one who takes care of Usopp when his head hurts too much to work. Usopp gets frustrated because he really wants to be helpful and not turn into somebody they have to carry around, but everything hurts too much to even complain about that. It breaks Sanji's heart to see his sniper act this way, and even if he normally would ask Chopper for help, he doesn't say anything because Usopp told him not to. At least not yet. So sometimes they go to sleep earlier than usual. Sometimes Sanji stays up with Usopp when he's the one watching the ship. Sanji hugs him close, kisses his temple, and keeps whispering sweet nothings to him in order to help him sleep. Usopp is only this vulnerable when it comes to his boyfriend. Sanji is being optimistic, though, everything will be okay. He won't let it become too much for Usopp to handle.

But he doesn't notice when it becomes too much because Usopp starts hiding it from him too, and when they find him in the bathroom and they have to take care of him, Sanji feels the weight of the world crushing him completely. His whole universe is crumbling down. Chopper gives something to Usopp to help him sleep for a while before they start asking him questions, and Sanji literally goes into breakdown mode instantly. He repeats "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should've helped you sooner. I should've known. I'm sorry. Love. I-" next to Usopp's bed. Nobody wants to say anything, but Nami is the one to approach him and tell him that it's not his fault. Nobody noticed anyway. But Sanji shakes his head and explains that he should have known because he knew he was in pain, he just didn't know it was that bad. And then something like this happens:

Chopper: Sanji! I'm not mad, but... If you knew something was wrong with him, you should've told me. I'm your doctor, after all. Sanji: I know. I know. I'm sorry, Chopper. I know. I- Zoro: This is not something you can keep to yourself, curly, you should have said something. If something happens to him- Sanji: Do you think I don't know?! What the fuck did you want me to do?! Zoro: I don't know, tell somebody instead of keeping it a fucking secret and risking his life? Sanji: ... He told me not to tell you. Zoro: Awesome. Next time I get stabbed I'll just not tell you. Nami: You don't tell us now, anyway. Sanji: See? This is the fucking problem. It's not the same! You wouldn't understand and that's exactly why he didn't want you to know. If marimo gets fucking stabbed, he'll sleep the pain away. If Usopp gets hurt, he'll- He won't be a burden. He could never be, but- But he'll think he is. Do you have any idea of how hard it has been for me to see him like this?

Long story short, Zoro and Sanji fight like always but Nami stops them and Sanji stays with Chopper and Luffy waiting for Usopp to wake up. They will eventually find something to help Usopp deal with the chronic pain, don't worry. I just really like angst.

#thinking thoughts about sanji saying that if he could take usopp's pain he would and that zoro doesn't understand this #'you don't get what it is like to carry the pain of the person you love the most in secret'#and this all happens before thriller bark so it works as foreshadowing bc i promise you zoro knows-#why do i always end up making mini fanfics with these asks lmao somebody take my laptop away from me #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #roronoa zoro #sanuso #tony tony chopper

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kadajsbitch · 10 months

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Fresh Air (P.t Two)

Pinocchio x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of smoking and drinking, angst, slight gore but mostly having to do with the puppets

A/n: BRUH. So much shit has been happening in my life atm so I apologize for the hella late update but I decided I want to make this a story so yeah 😭 I might upload this on Ao3 and Wattpad, idk yet but here’s part two!

(P.s: if you read this earlier, I fixed the typos and changed up some words and stuff but that’s all!💀)

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After he had shut the door behind them, she felt her shoulders begin to physically relax. A tension beginning to ease that she hadn't known her body had been holding…

The doors intricate locks began to whirl, clicking in place and causing a slight echo in the empty entry hall. She gave a sigh of relief, moving her gaze from the floor to meet him.

He kept his eyes on the door for a moment, starring at it almost owlishly as if expecting more… whether that be of the door to suddenly open and allow the mechanoids to infiltrate the hotel, or whatever thoughts he had towards it swirling through his mind, she didn’t know.

However, she watched rather awkwardly for a moment before adverting her gaze, as his wandered to look at his robotic arm as it made a slight noise before it went silent and still. She had noticed it twitching slightly while they had been talking to one another outside, but she hadn’t commented…

Instead, she cleared her throat lightly, the action garnering his attention as he turned his head to look in her direction. "Thank you... I think I'll be smoking from inside from now on." She smiled, joking lightly as he turned and began to walk towards her, a gentle smile on his lips as he nodded in the direction to the stairway that led to the lobby.

"Those are bad for you, you know. Why do you think the men who smoke them are constantly hacking up something before they can properly talk?" At this, she raised an eyebrow, turning her attention away from the door that would lead them to the stairwell.

“That’s not true! My mother smoked all the time back when I lived with my parents. The only problem she got from smoking being the breathe.” She chuckled, looking up towards him catching the way his nose subtly wrinkled before turning to grin at her.

"Well if it comforts you, I don’t plan to be a chain smoker. I just saw the box lying on the ground and chose to take it because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about…” a half truth… and a half lie. She found it yes, but it wasn’t on the ground. It was on a corpse... while it was true she grabbed it out of curiosity, as well as her own excitement at the prospect of doing something she knew her family would have a fit had they been able to see, she wasn’t going to tell him that.

She was surprised when he suddenly chuckled, a light yet almost practiced sound to her ears, and she turned to look at him as they began to ascend the stairs. “And did you indeed see what the fuss was about?” He asked.

She shrugged, shaking her head slightly with a look of disillusionment as she spoke. “Honestly? No. I thought it’d be like alcohol but without the unpleasant taste and feelings you get after drinking it. The first time I ever drank, I got the worse headache after only a small glass. Plus the taste is god awful.” She replied, wrinkling her nose.

He still wore his smile, but it seemed a bit practiced now as he stiffly nodded, his blue eyes turning to stare at hers. “Yes. Very unpleasant. I take it your a drinker then?” The question was harmless and she playfully rolled her eyes but mentally she found the question odd considering she had just described feeling negative towards drinking due to the effects it came with.

“No, I’ve only drunk once in my life, and it was only for the experience. If I’m being honest, I hope it’s the last time though… I would say it will be the last time but I’m indecisive. I take it you’ve never drank before though?” His face was relaxed, and in the stairwells lighting, the shadows danced over his eyes, which in turn held a sharp look as his gaze was directed to her... for a second, he looked uncomfortably uncanny but not threatening… She pushed the thought to the side however as she focused on the steps ahead of them.

“No, I haven’t.” He stated simply. “But if I could I probably would for the experience as well.” he replied back but this only caused her to frown, before a slight smirk found it’s way on her face. “Why? Too scared to sneak a sip from your parents cabinet?”

At this, he raised his eyebrow at her giving her a questioning look and for a moment, she was worried he was genuinely one of those people who were too much of a moral martyr and would look at her oddly for the joking suggestion. But to her surprise, he cracked a quick smile before laughing lightly, a genuine sound as he looked down at his shoes, crossing his arms.

“No, not at all. Other reasons though. I don’t think my father would care much if I did. Matter of fact, I feel he’d be quite intrigued if I ever showed interest to that sort of thing.” He admitted, and she crossed her arms, leaning on the opposite wall he stood against chuckling lightly.

Mentally, she was giving herself a clap on the back because it had taken her a week to muster enough courage to talk to Antonia and Eugenia as she was talking to him. She was so used to moving from place to place, and not seeing the same faces around her that it was almost a bit of a shock when she’d go to sleep, only to wake up hours later, and see she was still in the hotel. As well as the people she had seen the day previously, were still there. It’s because she had to move around so much, her people skills were a bit rusty to say the least but she couldn’t help but to feel relaxed whilst she talked to Pinocchio…

Pinocchio’s eyes scanned her face for a moment, studying her before clearing his throat and proceeding to walk ahead towards the doors that would lead them to the lobby, the amused smile still playing on his lips. “Come. It’s late out and its better to be in the lobby than to be here. There’s a draft.”

She couldn’t help but to feel a bit disappointed that their conversation seemed to be coming to an end, but considering how late it truly was, along with the fact he seemed mad enough to walk around Krat far from the hotel, she assumed he was rather exhausted.

She nodded, pushing herself from the wall before walking alongside him into the hotels lobby.

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While it was true that most of society had given to buying puppets to replace human workers, there were a select few companies that all but banned puppets from entering their facility's even with their owners beside them.

Therefore it really was no surprise that many people in the anarchy ridden city, paired up and had buildings much to their own liking, where they'd enroll those who had survived seeking refuge in bigger groups, to support their cause to abolish puppets. It helped that present day events gave them a broader reason to expand on their reasoning...

A good example of their work would be some of the puppets they managed to dispatch and re-arrange their now unanimated bodies in positions that were eerily similar to what a human might look like after being violently slaughtered…

A good example of this she could think, of was the puppet who had been hanging by the neck over the bridge she had crossed days previously to get to the hotel.

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, her right hand coming to rest on her left shoulder as she stared out of one of the hallways windows, thinking back to the puppet as she stared at the unmoving one that lie on the outside ground floor… it unnerved her how he looked almost human despite the clear robotic jaw and eyes as well as wires that stuck out from his chest cavity… the puppet equivalent of innards like a humans, and the black oil that it lie in reminded her too much of a humans blood despite the clear difference in color.

The sound of soft footsteps approaching her, brought her from her thoughts however, as she turned away from the window to see who was approaching her, worried that whoever it was would find it odd she was spending her morning staring out at the dead lifeless puppet but then again, there wasn’t like there was much of anything else to stare at scenery wise considering Krat was in ruin.

She relaxed as she came to see it was only Pinocchio and she felt herself becoming happy that he was approaching her considering they’re previous conversation the night before. Finally there was someone her age other than Sophia and Eugenia she could talk to, not that she talked much with Sophia due to her having to constantly focus her powers on patrolling the city of Krat for survivors and other key issues.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well.” He greeted her, coming to stand beside her with a slight smile on his face that she returned happily.

“Good morning to you as well, and I did. Slept well too, I presume?” He shrugged, turning to look outside the window she had previously been occupied with, his eyes scanning the outside area.“Adequate.” He replied simply, and seemingly honestly.

The corner of her mouth lifted into a subtle smirk as she now fully grasped his appearance. Unlike the clothes he wore the night prior, today he wore something a little more formal… He wore a simple chemise white shirt only this time, he adorned a cravat with a gold ruby pendant in the center. This was followed by a red buttoned vest, that seemed to have a pocket watch tucked within, perhaps in a hidden pocket on the other side she presumed.

As for the rest of his outfit, he wore a simple blue long coat with gray breeches and white socks and flat black shoes… He looked quite studious, like the few men from the academy’s she used to be forced to greet when her parents had been looking for a husband for her sister.

“Ah, you’re dressed properly today it seems.” She said, teasing him lightly. He broke his gaze from outside, turning to look at her with a smirk of his own on his face. “You are as well it seems. Better than your nightgown, robe and slippers…” At this, she scoffed in mock offense, before playfully elbowing him, chuckling lightly as she looked down at her shoes.

Antonia had kindly let her borrow some of her old clothes due to the fact the only ones she had were the rags on her back she had wore when she arrived to the hotel… they weren’t literal rags of course, just old and tattered clothes she managed to find once she outgrew her old tattered ones, with uneven patches on them from times she had to sew them when they developed holes… Today however, she wore a simple high collar black dress with slightly baggy sleeves that slimmed down towards her forearms making it easy to perform task without the sleeves being too much of a nuisance. It was a modest dress, stopping at her ankles with nothing else much being special about it. But it was enough. After all, it had been years since she’s been able to wear a dress so it was a welcome change.

There was a sudden small silence between them, a comfortable one albeit, as they stood in front of the window beside one another. Their small smiles still gracing their features as they looked at the ruined scenery before them.

However, her eyes had found the ruined puppet’s body once more and her smile began to fade as she stared at it… or more so him considering it was a male model as was most working puppets.

Pinocchio’s eyes glanced toward her, his own smile faltering as his eyes found what had made her suddenly appear pensive. “That puppets been there since I arrived. There’s no need to worry. Once they’ve been destroyed to the point that this puppet has been, there’s no chance of it being able to turn back on.” He spoke blandly, as his eyes glanced at her for a moment before looking back towards the puppet.

Her frown deepened and her eyebrows furrowed slightly at this. “But I thought it was possible to fix any puppet once they’ve been subjected to damage. It’s head doesn’t seem destroyed. And after all, the head is where their artificial intelligence and memory are stored, right?” While she didn’t understand the full anatomy to the puppets, she knew what little scraps she had read in papers and heard in idle gossip when she would pass through towns.

Pinocchio shook his head, his eyes darting back to the mangled robot. “Due to the virus, they no longer garner the memory of their purpose as well as control over themselves. Even if they were to magically stop their rampaging, the virus has destroyed much of their cognitive abilities to function so they’d be useless.”

“So there’s no way to fix the rogue bots.” She stated plainly, as her eyes found his in which, they were still glued onto the unmoving puppet. He was quiet, his robotic arm emitting a slight noise as he moved it to cross his arms over his chest.

“No. Once Geppetto pinpoints the cause of the virus, these puppets will most likely get sent to be destroyed fully and if there’s a slight possibility that more robots are to be manufactured after all of this, their scraps will be re-used to make more.” Y/n didn’t know why she suddenly felt the urge to shiver at his words but she repressed it. Keeping herself together. She didn’t even want to imagine the process of how they destroyed or dismantled them… while they may be objects in a sense, it seemed morbid to think of a pile of parts that resembled a humans, that were stacked ceiling high, and torn apart.

“Wow…” she said suddenly after a moment of the morbid thoughts flowing through her mind. “That’s kind of macabre to think about.” She admitted, as her right hand played with the collar of her dress.

He seemed to find this interesting as he tuned to face her fully now, his head coming to rest on the right side of the window frame as he gazed at her unblinking with a look of contempt. “Macabre? How so?”

“I mean… look at the situation? Do the puppets even know their being possessed by a virus right now? And if they do, are they aware of what they’re doing? How do they even feel about it? And then imagine, being brutally torn apart because of something you couldn’t control? That’s scary of you ask me.” She replied. She had to advert her gaze from his mid conversation due to his unblinking eyes… she wondered was he aware of his lack of awareness to his expressions.

“Does it upset you?” He asked, his face calm and stoic but his eyes held an unknown emotion she couldn’t properly grasp as they locked eyes with one another, once again. If anything, she assumed he was going to ask her why she thought the puppets held a conscious or their own moral input other than what was implemented in their systems.

She broke his gaze once again, feeling uncomfortable with his unmoving eyes as she looked to her side. She was focused on nothing in particular but her mind tried to process how to properly get her words out as she thought to how to respond.

“It does. I know… that the answer to my questions are probably no, they have no feeling, and they’re made to perform the specific duty they were created for, but you’ve got to admit it’s upsetting seeing something that resembles us humans, even with their clear signs of artificially being created such as their speakers, joints and clothing, being mutilated like that.” she paused for a moment after saying her piece, trying to decide if she should expand more on what she truly wanted to say. Pinocchio seemed to have guessed she had more on her mind because he simply nodded, a subtle gesture offering her to continue.

“…What upsets me the most is not knowing how things will proceed from here on out… The anti-puppet regime’s and groups are now at an all time high, and while I do understand their reasoning for wanting to annihilate them, I can’t help to be disgusted by their methods. We get it, you don’t like them, and now they have further reasons to prove why but to go as far as hanging them, ripping them open and placing their bodies in very humiliating conditions to prove your point? It’s funny… the way they’re going about slaughtering the puppets they can get their hands on, is the same way the rogue puppets are slaughtering us. Only difference is, the human side who are reporting their anti-puppet cause, are going further to treat them more inhumane than they are us.” She finished, still starring down at the ground, whilst her hand played with her collar.

She hadn’t meant to rant, but as much as she was angered by what the puppets were doing, at least they had a reasoning. One in which that by Geppetto’s words, they can’t control.

Prior to the outbreak, the anti’s were already trying to make an example of their dislike for puppets by destroying them and leaving their slogans painted around the scene in which they had committed the crime at... It also didn’t help that some people who neither supported nor disliked the puppets, thought to find benefit in them by buying, altering and using them for things less than what their pre-made purpose was for… almost every paper had an article about underground rings doing less than human things to these puppets or having them do illegal work for them.

Honestly, she wondered if Geppetto was partially lying about it being a bug that was possessing them, and the reality of it was they were fighting back for they’re treatment, but she didn’t voice this.

“Hm…” Pinocchio hummed, the sound causing her to bring her eyes from the carpeted hallway floor, to his attention as he gazed down at the puppet outside once more. “That’s an interesting perspective. No surprise that everyone here in the hotel feels the same. I assumed you’d lean towards the humans who support getting rid of them due to their slaughtering and violent destruction of Krat.”

She shook her had, grimacing slightly. “While the puppets more or less unnerve me, prior to them going rogue I honestly managed better with their company more than I did with other human beings.”

In all honesty, that wasn’t necessarily the truth. The reality of it was ever since she left home, she had to be extremely careful in puppet dominated spaces due to the fact if they recognized her from the many sketches of her on wanted posters, they’d immediately alert those around them as well at the police puppets to come arrest her.

While the sketches and photographs of her were old and she no longer resembled the wealthy, upperclass little girl in the photos, puppets such as police ones had built in facial recognition. All they’d have to do is look at her, scan her face and they’d know exactly who she was and she’s had more close calls than she could mentally count…

Prior to her leaving home however, when it came to the puppets, she was familiar with the puppet servants of her home. One puppet in particular, being her full time nanny from the time she was a babe, up until the day she ran…

She cringed subtly pushing the memories of home from her mind, the action not going unnoticed by Pinocchio who studied her intensely, as his eyes all but scanned over her features, his face a stoic mask of his own. “Um, do you mind us stepping away from the window? It seems there’s a bit of a draft coming from it.” She rubbed her arms slightly, not even waiting for his answer despite asking as she stepped away from the window.

He followed pursuit, walking beside her as they walked down the hall. She glanced at him as the lobby came into view, feeling uneasy by his sudden aloof demeanor as they walked silently beside one another. “What do you think?”

She suddenly blurted out, causing Pinocchio to halt in his tracks while his gaze still remained ahead of them. An action she found rather robotic in itself, but she thought nothing of it as his face turned to meet hers.

“I think… we should focus on the task at hand. If you’re returning my question, than I think the task at hand needs to be dealt with and that’s that these puppets must be stopped.” She frowned, slightly annoyed by his seemingly practiced yet bland response.

“Well of course they need to be taken care of, but what do your really think? About the puppets? Prior to them going rogue and all?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at his unreadable expression.

She was worried that maybe her views had offended him. She tended to stay neutral when it came to politics and things that usually had people torn apart, but when he had questioned her, there was no indicator in his tone or body language that he had been uncomfortable, not to mention, he had explicitly asked her how she felt about them.

She internally cursed herself, wishing she hadn’t over shared. After all, he had approached her on his own accord, and prior to their conversation the mood had been light until her focus fell to the mangled puppet outside…

“What I think about my kind doesn’t matter.” His answer was quick, and despite his same calm tone of speaking, she couldn’t help but to feel like there was an underlying sharpness to his tone as his eyes all but bore into her now, unblinking.

She stared at him, her eyes scanning his face for any hint of humor or lie yet she couldn’t find anything behind his stony stare.

He broke his gaze from her, before walking deeper into the lobby, heading towards Sophia who had been pacing in her usual spot, but she had stopped at Pinocchio’s arrival.

He was a puppet…

#lies of p #pinocchio x reader #kadajsbitchlol #angst #idk what else to tag

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 6 months

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