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deadghosy · 5 months

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JEALOUS HEAD CANNONS PLEASEEEEE

BET, also I’m doing my drafts of people who asked me of tbp. I guess I’m back to writing. I’m just taking it slow.

✦Jealousy✦

Summary: some dude is trying to hit on you while your partner/friend watches

Robin Arellano

(he is definitely the type to look not jealous but is)

Robin definitely is watching from afar seething in envy. It’s cause you are giving him attention more than Robin.

You haven’t glance at robin since you entered school. Robin walked up from behind and wraps his arm around you waist, he grips you waist and you squeaked. You turn to face him to see him glaring at the dude you were talking to with a smile and a vein popping out.

The dude looks scared and walks away. “Robin, what’s up dear?” You ask while tilting your head, blinking owlishly. “Nothing cariño..just tired.” He said with a tight smile.

You sensed something was wrong and just sighed..”alright, if you say so.”

After school you can’t get Robin’s right expression out of your head, you had to press him about it.

After finally pressing him at his house he snapped. “OKAY FINE, maybe I was jealous at that dude staring at my amor like that..but it was reasonable because you didn’t even glance at me once as if I was a ghost Bebé!” He stops to collect himself, he never yells at you so he just relaxed and grabs your hands. You nodded understanding and kissed his hand comforting him.

“I’m sorry Robin….I should’ve known you felt this way..” Robin just nods and lay his head on your shoulder and everything was better for Robin.

Finney Blake

(The anxious type to talk about it but does)

Finney is watching from his team at you talking to Bruce, you were giggling and touching his shoulder as Bruce laughs with you with his natural charming smile.

Finney bites his finger anxiously (I headcannon he bites his finger a lot by being anxious or randomly) later after his game finney was quiet as hell when you were walking him home. He wasn’t talking, looking, or anything.

You noticed and asked him, at first finney didn’t wanna say anything at first, he was just so anxious between asking “are you cheating on me” or “do you love me.” The sweet boy just wants to know but he finally gets the guts to ask you.

“Are you cheating on me..?” Your eyes widen shocked as you stopped walking and look at him crazy. “What the fuck….no..nonono.. Finn…babe..why do you think that?” You say asking. Finn starts to bite his fingers but you pull them from his mouth being serious.

“Finney, I know you know I love you..,okay?” “Then why were you being so friendly with Bruce?” He said anxiously… you just sigh and grab his hands, “Bruce is literally my brother… I’m adopted..we was just making jokes..”

And now finney felt embarrassed because you and Bruce don’t have the same last name. And that situation got cleared quick.

Bruce Yamada

(The type to pull you away from the person)

It was all because of some cocky baseball guy trying to get your number, his enemy team of one of his games.

Bruce was in between smacking him with his bat, or hitting his groin on purpose with the baseball bat when he swings.

Your honest reaction was walking away and Bruce snickered but stopped seeing the dude wasn’t giving up, so Bruce walked up and pushed him aside. Putting his arm around your shoulder and walking with you.

Bruce wouldn’t be the very like confronting type like Vance, but he will surly show he means business.

Vance Hopper

(The confronting type)

Oh, oh THIS MOFO IS CLEAN WITH IT!

You and Vance were literally hanging out in the store like usual with you watching him, some guy starts to flirt with you and at first Vance didn’t hear what the guy was saying until this

“Man I didn’t know Vance had a pretty little thang like you…”

Vance immediately stops playing his pinball game and looks at the guy who is flirting with you. You looked as if you were about to punch him but Vance grabs you with a nonchalant face and looks at the guy in front of him. Vance literally puts that guy to the ground with a smug smirk. “What was that?..say it again to my partner. I fuckin dare you, you will taste the floor for weeks if I see you by them/her/him again..”

After that you teased him about being jealous after the guy ran away, but Vance wasn’t ashamed, “hell yeah I was, he can’t be the only one looking at your beauty..” he then kisses your lips gently as you two get slushes

Billy Showalter

(The overthinking type)

Billy seen you with one of the most charming guys he know…he felt as if you were going to replace him? Was you? He didn’t see you try to for months and 1 year of dating..maybe you are just talking to him for a clas project. Right? Right?

He was definitely overthinking it as he closes his in his room at the memory of you talking to that guy in the neighborhood, maybe you were cheating? You didn’t tell him that you were gonna meet someone. He knows and you know that you can see other friends as he is not the controlling type. But he just felt jealous for some reason. And he can’t put into the fact that guy and you seemed so close…

His thoughts stopped at you knocking on his bedroom door before opening it with a smile. Billy swallowed his thoughts and put on a half ass smile, you got onto that smile quick as your smile faded.

“Yo, you okay?” You asked sitting in his bed where he was laying down. He just nodded but that wasn’t enough as you needed a verbal okay. You narrowed your eyes making it clear you want to know what’s up with him. He sighs spilling the beans and you listened and listened.

You comforted him about his feelings and hugged him, you told him that the kid was asking how to get paper boy job like Billy and Billy felt slight appreciated with an adorable smile.

It was an adorable ending with a sweet treat of you and Billy eating ice cream and watching cartoons

Griffin Stagg

(Feels like he is going to be replaced and not loved again until proved wrong)

With you being his older sibling figure and kinda of a parent figure as well, he actually felt jealous when other kids his age got your attention as he didn’t get most of it at home.

This little gremlin holds your hand with a mean stare but you scold him about that so he does it more secretly 💀

You never thought griffen would ever act this way which is weird to you as griffen wasn’t the type to show that emotion.

You had gotten a call from your class to the principal office only to see griffen with a book and the principal just sighing. Apparently griffin had thrown a kiddie book at some kid that was either talking smack about you or just felt a little leapy and just thrown it.

After griffen got scolded from you and the principal, he finally told you his fears of you leaving him for someone else and him not having someone to care for him like you do.

You comfort him and hug him, you guessed it as because of the amount of homework you got into that you didn’t give griffin much attention. But you did tell him to stop throwing books…it became quite a habit for him to do that.

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vivwritesfics · 3 months

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Hurry Up Little Norris

Lando and his wife are expecting

SMAU

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maxverstappen1 you're not old enough to have a kid

y/nl/n kids having kids, right?

username1 my attachment to them is unhealthy

username2 LITTLE NORRIS!!

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y/nl/n I shouldn't be jealous of little norris, but I am

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yourbff I'm jealous of lil norris too - she's gonna have the the best parents 🥹

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username5 they're having a girl 😭😭

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y/nl/n welcome home baby norris

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mingtinys · 6 days

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" call me when you're home "

pairing : xu minghao x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.4 k

a/n : yes. i'm a sucker for clingy minghao. what abt it?

"Hao," you whine, attempting for a third time to break free from his iron grip. "I really need to get home and you have a flight to catch."

"One more minute," he bargains.

"You've said that three times now."

Minghao lets out a long, heavy sigh and squeezes you tighter before peeling back to look at you. His arms stay linked around your waist, and yours his neck. "I hate this part."

His voice is low, melancholic, and lacks its usual nonchalant tone. He holds you with a certain importance and longing. Like someone saying goodbye to the sun dipping below the horizon with an endless night ahead. And though you're trying to remain positive for him, you can't help but share his sentiment. Seeing him off for tours seems to only get harder every time you do it.

"I know," your hand drifts to cup his jaw and it only makes your heart ache more when he leans into the touch. "But I'm only a phone call away. I'll be cheering you on the whole time, it'll be three months before you know it."

The corner of his mouth tugs up and in his eyes you see a love that reassures your relationship can withstand another few months of long distance. Minghao's fingers drum along your hip, then pause to pull you closer. It's him trying to expel some of his apprehensive thoughts, but the contact brings you a great deal of comfort.

"I love you." You whisper.

With your hand on his jaw, you draw his lips to yours. He takes over, tipping his head and using one hand to cradle yours and hold you in place. Yet still, there's a gentleness to his movements and tenderness in his hold. Minghao, ever so receptive to your body and your thoughts, pulls back just before your lungs burn for air.

"Call me when you're home so I know you got back safe."

You nod, mind still buzzing. "Of course."

"I don't just mean now. Every night when you get home, I want to know." Normally, you'd tease him for being so doting. But the urgency in his voice makes you think twice.

"Every night." You confirm.

"And wear a thicker coat, it's getting colder." He fusses, straightening the collar of your jacket. But you let him, because it's his own way of coping with the distance.

"Mm-hm, any other requests?"

He narrows his eyes at your tease, but then his features soften back to a frown. "Yes actually," he whispers, pulling you against him once more. "One more minute."

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kratioed · 6 months

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#Kratioed Post #shitpost #OT3 #God of War #Kratos #Lysandra #Atreus of Sparta #God of War Kratos #God of War Lysandra #gow #gow Kratos #gow Lysandra #God of War meme #gow meme #Lysandra/Kratos/AOS #i like them a normal amount #i really them alot #i can't be the only one who imainged them like this 😭#DON'T WORRY FAYE CAN JOIN IN TOO-

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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[SKZ Imprinted] Seungmin: The Enemy of My Enemy (Part 4)

@minluvly asked: CAN i request the next Seungmin part 👁️👄👁️ I NEED JUSTICE,,, OR CLOSURE

Characters: Seungmin x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, werewolf hunter au, enemies to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort kinda???, major character death again, talks of gunshot wounds and blood, needles/shots, demons and talks of demonic themes, vomiting, this one is a rollercoaster i'm so sorry <3

Word count: 3,961

Summary: Despite their best efforts, you won't come back to him. Seungmin has called on everyone to try and bring you back to life, but nothing seems to work. He's accepted that they've run out of options, when an unexpected visitor shows up to try and reverse the damage caused.

a/n: i was gonna make this longer but i felt like this was long enough already lmao. but also i've finally completed all of the skz imprinted requests 😌 so if you have any requests for the series to move it along or even like spin-off stuff pls send them in!!! 💛

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Changbin heard it. Of course he heard it. He could barely hear your heartbeat, as faint as it was, before all he could make out was Seungmin's, pounding loudly in his chest before he let out strangled cries of your name, begging you to come back to him; to wake up. So Changbin ran faster, running straight into the house with the front door already open. He knew it was Jungkook -- he could smell him -- but he wasn't going to go after him, at least not now. He had bigger issues to worry about, and he could track down the rogue hunter later.

As soon as Changbin found the room his brother was in, holding you in his arms with your lifeless eyes still open, he gently shoved Seungmin out of the way and laid you back down on the floor. CPR was the first thing he had to start doing. He wasn't a stranger to death, so he knew what to do.

"Ch-Changbin..." Seungmin whimpered, but he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He was feeling and thinking too many things to make any sense.

"I know it hurts, but you need to hold yourself together," the older wolf stated in a firm but understanding tone, his eyes focused on your unmoving face. "A person can only last so long without oxygen before it fucks with their brain, so we need to restart her heart."

Seungmin tried to ignore the snapping of your ribs as Changbin performed CPR, wincing as he asked, "How?"

"Defibrillator, preferably. But... I have another option, but it's...a lot for a human."

"What is it?"

"Just go see if you can find an AED," he said, dismissing Seungmin's question. "That's the safest option for her."

As Seungmin raced off to tear the house apart, Changbin continued steady, precise compressions. It wasn't the first time he'd performed CPR on a human, but he was really hoping it would be the last.

"C'mon, _____," he breathed, refusing to give up. "You gotta come back. How could you of all people be so reckless, anyway, huh?"

He honestly was genuinely curious. How did it end up that you ended up getting shot and killed? And for Seungmin? That wasn't something anyone was expecting.

But what really got him was that you died to Jungkook. How could you die to your brother when you were clearly the stronger hunter? Changbin didn't know the whole story -- he didn't really know any of the story, he was just told that you were dying and he was the closest to your location since he was already racing to find Seungmin -- but he couldn't imagine a scenario where you would end up being overpowered by your estranged brother.

Unless all you could do was take the bullet for Seungmin, maybe? Maybe you had arrived too late?

His thoughts were interrupted by Seungmin coming back into the room, breathlessly saying, "All I found was a taser."

"That's not strong enough," he grunted. "Go into my back pocket and get the vile with the blue stuff in it."

Seungmin searched Changbin's pockets without question, coming up with what seemed to be a shot. The vile was clear, showing off a blue liquid so bright that it may have been glowing.

"What is it?" Seungmin wondered, holding the shot out to his brother.

Changbin stopped his compressions to take the medicine from Seungmin. He held the vile up to his eyes and flicked it a few times to make sure it was mixed. His brows furrowed, seeming unhappy with his second option.

"Well, I brought this for you," he sighed. "This is basically adrenaline for werewolves. If it were you in this situation, I'd inject you with it to restart your heart. But given it's a human..."

Seungmin gulped, finally understanding Changbin's worries. Adrenaline for a human wouldn't be nearly enough for a werewolf. So adrenaline for a werewolf was more than likely very unsafe for a human.

Unsafe for you.

"I'm hoping if I only do a small dose, it'll still be enough to get her heart going," Changbin mumbled as he eyed the numbers and lines marking the vile. "The problem is...I'm not a doctor and I don't know what's too much and what's not enough."

Seungmin took a deep breath, tears still falling from his eyes and down his cheeks as he nodded, "I trust you."

Changbin glanced to his brother, "You sure?"

"You really can't make it any worse," he shrugged with a sad laugh that almost sent him spiraling into more sobbing.

So with that, Changbin stabbed the needle straight into your heart, just above the gunshot wound. He pressed the syringe with his thumb, deciding to go with half the vile...and then just a little more just in case.

You gasped. It was loud and sounded like it made your throat hurt, your chest rising with it. Changbin yanked the needle out and watched with wide eyes as you blinked for the first time in the last 10 or 15 minutes.

Seungmin started crying again.

You started choking on the liquid that had began to build up in your throat, and Changbin was quick to sit you up as you coughed, blood and mucus splattering on his and your clothes, and into your lap.

"_____!" Seungmin cried, a hopeful smile on his face.

And almost as quickly as you came to life, your eyes closed again, and your body went limp, flopping forward into Changbin's chest.

"_-_____?" Seungmin's voice was full of worry again, thinking you'd only come back to him for a few short seconds. "Changbin?"

But your heart was still beating -- and erratically at that.

"Call Seungcheol," Changbin ordered, still holding you to his chest, feeling liquids -- maybe spit, but probably more blood that had tried to come out of your mouth when you were shot -- soak through his t-shirt. "We're gonna need help now."

"Is she okay?" Seungmin asked as he took Changbin's phone from his hand after he got it from his pocket.

"She's breathing," Changbin stated. "Now we have to make sure it doesn't stop, and we need to make sure this adrenaline doesn't kill her. Her car's out front, so we'll take that."

Despite being woken from their slumber, Aya and Joshua were wide awake as they worked to stabilize you. The whole house was up now, gathered downstairs with the rest of Bang Chan's pack that was showing up to see what the fate of Seungmin's mate would be.

Chan had beat Changbin and Seungmin to Seungcheol's, going up the stairs to Joshua's room where they'd use his desk as a makeshift operating table. He kept an arm around Seungmin's shoulders as they watched Aya and Joshua work to remove the bullet without causing any more issues.

When Ryujin and Minho got there, Ryu ran straight up the stairs, bursting into the room with wild sobs. Chan had to initially hold her back as she fought to get to you, like she could do something. If he had a dollar for every time she threatened to hunt down Jungkook, he would've had enough to pay off a doctor to keep quiet about the situation and send you to a hospital without getting outted.

Eventually, after getting your bullet wound under control, Chan declared he needed some air before he left the room, leaving Seungmin, Changbin, Ryu, Minho, and the two doctors to it.

"Adenocor isn't working," Joshua murmured, hearing how rapidly your heart was still beating. "We need to get her heart to slow down."

Aya turned to look at Changbin, who was now hanging back on Joshua's bed, "What did you give her?"

"Lycanthamine."

Aya's eyes widened, but her eyebrows stayed set low, "How much?"

"Maybe...two-thirds of a vile," Changbin shrugged before letting out a groan. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a doctor! I tried!"

"What's happening?" Seungmin asked, not understanding anything that they were talking about.

"Lycanthamine could kill her," Ryu stated in a quiet, monotone voice through her sniffles.

"What? But she-- She's breathing!" Seungmin argued.

"And if her heart doesn't slow down to a regular pace, she won't be soon," Joshua murmured, still focused on trying to reset your heart. "We cauterized the bullet wound so there shouldn't be any internal bleeding. The only thing now is how fast her heart is beating. It's only getting faster."

Seungmin had stayed intently focused on the sound of your heart -- which, admittedly, was the fastest heartbeat in the house. It was fast and intense, but at least it was beating.

...Right?

"Too much Lycanthamine will kill a human," Changbin sighed, guilt clear in his voice even though he was trying to stay neutral and composed. Seungmin turned to look at his brother when he spoke, and he could see the regret all over his face, though he looked mostly pissed at himself. "Remember? You said you trusted me."

Seungmin wanted to say something, but before he could, he heard you begin to hyperventilate. Your eyes were still closed, but your chest was rapidly rising and falling with shallow, quick breaths. The beating of your heart was now rapidly increasing instead of so slowly that he hardly noticed.

"What's happening?" Minho questioned as Aya and Joshua were rushing to inject you with more medicine and check your vitals.

"Her heart is going too fast," Aya explained, trying to stay calm but she couldn't help the slight panic that leaked into her tone.

The room was filled with voices, quick and panicked. Aya and Joshua trying to work with each other to figure out how to slow your heartbeat down, Ryu explaining to Minho and Seungmin what was happening and why, and Changbin beating himself up silently behind them.

It only happened for 60 seconds. 60 seconds of absolute chaos. 60 seconds of Joshua and Aya rushing around each other and doing whatever they could think of to help. 60 seconds of voice muddling together, the mayhem piquing the interest of the werewolves downstairs who could hear the rushed talking and your even faster heartbeat.

And after 60 seconds, dead silence.

The whole house seemed to stop when your heart did. Joshua and Aya froze, golden eyes staring down at your lifeless body, eyes scanning your face, then your chest. Ryu, Minho, and Seungmin stopped talking with Minho mid-sentence. Changbin stopped pacing, turning his head toward the desk. And everyone downstairs, still a little on-edge from Ankita's allergy scare even after she left for the hospital, frozen in their places as they waited for what would come next.

Aya sighed, dropping her head as her eyes closed, "Call it."

Ryu screamed. The cry she let out sounded strangled, scratching her throat as it came out. Minho held her tightly, keeping her from going to you and making things worse -- not that they could get much worse, but he didn't need her punching you in the chest in a futile attempt to bring you back to life.

"Call it?!" Seungmin cried, looking down at the older wolf. "What do you mean?! That's it?!"

"1:17am," Joshua sighed, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his composure.

It hurt both of them to say it. A mate had died, and it was a mate of someone that may not have been in their pack, but they were still close with -- especially Aya. But there was nothing else they could do. You had now died twice within just a couple hours of each instance, and no doubt the insane amount of werewolf adrenaline had fucked with your heart. The odds of them getting it started again were slim to none.

Aya looked up at him with sad eyes, "Min, I-- ...We did everything."

"Aya, c'mon," his tone turned from angry and demanding to broken and pleading. His eyes were glossy as his bottom lip began to quiver. "Please, there's gotta be something; this can't be it, right? Aya?"

"Seungmin, I'm sorry," she stressed, taking his hands and looking him dead in the eye even though she didn't want to. She felt mildly responsible since you were alive for at least as long as it took to get you to them, and then some, but you still died because her and Josh couldn't fix you. "Her heart is damaged. We can't restart it again. I... Minnie, you know if I could do more, I would. I can't...I'm sorry..."

Tears welled in Aya's eyes, and that's when Seungmin knew that was really it.

His knees gave out, falling to them on the floor as he let out loud whimpers and sobs. Aya got down beside him, wrapping her arms around him and trying her best to comfort him as Changbin walked over and patted his back.

Downstairs, it was Seungcheol who quietly announced to the pack that you were gone. Chan had tried to contact Jisung to let him know, but his phone was turned off. The room was somber, wolves holding their mates just a little tighter. Tears were shed, even by those who hardly knew you, but because they couldn't even imagine what Seungmin was going through. They'd all heard the stories of what happened when a werewolf lost their mate, and now Seungmin had to live with that.

"God... Poor Seungmin..." Soonyoung murmured.

"I can't believe it..." Bomi let out a soft, sad laugh. "_____ was always so tough. She was one of the strongest people I know. Honestly, I thought she'd live forever."

Chan let out a deep sigh, wiping his tears with the back of his hand before he dropped his arm from around Aeri and stepped away, "I should...go upstairs."

"I'll go with you," Aeri stated more than she was offering.

"You should stay dow--"

"I'm going," she pressed again, walking toward the stairs before the alpha even could.

As the pair began up the stairs, all of the wolves suddenly stopped and looked toward the door. A handful of them let out low growls.

"What?" Juri asked when Seungcheol began moving her behind him.

"Jeonghan, get the mates upstairs," Seungcheol ordered quietly. "Jun, Wonwoo, and Hao, go with them."

"Felix, go," Chan nodded his head toward the stairs, telling him to go with them.

"Christopher, what is it?" Aeri demanded.

Bomi stood from the couch, catching onto what the wolves were sensing, eyes narrowed as she wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, "Namjoon."

"Where's that spineless psychopath?" Hyunjin growled, already striding toward the door, "I'll tear him apart."

"Hyunjin," Chan growled.

The younger wolf stopped in his tracks despite the way his jaw and hands clenched.

"Seungcheol," Bomi spoke up calmly, eyes staying toward where the door was located even though she couldn't see it, "can I have my gun?"

"You're not--"

"And you are?" Bomi interrupted her mate's protests before they even started. "A werewolf against werewolf hunters? Absolutely not."

"I'm not leaving," Mingyu stated.

She shrugged, "Then stay behind me."

Soonyoung was the one to retrieve Bomi's old weapons as the mates were brought up the stairs to be kept safe. The rest of the werewolves stayed gathered behind Bomi, though none of them seemed happy about it from the way some of them continued to try to press so close against her that she was almost squished against the door.

Bomi opened the door before Namjoon could even knock. He was accompanied by Yoongi and Jimin.

"What do you want?" she questioned before Namjoon could even open his mouth.

"Would you believe me if I told you we want to help?" he asked.

She scoffed, "I'd sooner believe that Yoongi fell in love."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Ha ha."

"Why should we believe you?" Seungcheol was the alpha to step around Bomi to stand beside her. "Werewolf hunters don't help werewolves.''

"Not to mention you've only caused absolute hell for my pack," Chan spoke up, standing on Bomi's other side. "First a jealous ex, and now a jealous brother? No fucking way we want anything to do with you guys."

"I assure you, Taehyung isn't with us," Namjoon promised. "Him and Jin are out searching for Jungkook. What happened between him and _____ was not approved of by us. He did that behind our back."

"What he did breaks the treaty," Jimin added.

Namjoon nodded, "Exactly. That's why we're here to help."

Bomi narrowed her eyes, "You want to help because Jungkook broke the treaty?"

"Correct. It's the least we could do. Please believe us."

"And how could you help us?" Chan quizzed.

Yoongi let out a huff before he asked, "Do you want _____ back or not?"

Ryujin was already standing in the doorway when Chan led the hunter into the room. Her face was blotchy and swollen, and her eyes still had tears in them, but her gaze was fierce and, and she pointed an angel blade at the trio.

"Ryu--"

"Go away," she stated harshly, interrupting Chan. "I don't care if you think you can bring _____ back. I don't trust any of you."

"We tried to talk to her," Joshua told Seungcheol who gave him a questioning look from behind the hunters, "but she threatened us with the knife."

"Ryu," Namjoon began calmly, holding his hands in surrender, "we just want to help and then we'll be out of your life. You'll never see or hear from us again."

"That was supposed to be the case before," she pointed out. "Who's to say Taehyung and Jungkook won't team up and go behind your back again?"

"We'll make sure it doesn't happen," he promised.

"You know how tight we can keep the leash," Jimin smirked.

Ryu's eyes narrowed further, seeming to consider their offer.

Finally, she stated, "I want a deal with Jungkook."

"We can't find him," Yoongi plainly shrugged.

"Then bring him to me when you find him."

"If that's what you wish," Namjoon nodded. "But until then, we can't make a new treaty so that way we can come find you."

"Fine."

Finally, Ryu lowered the knife and allowed Minho to bring her off to the side, allowing the three hunters in.

"How're you going to bring her back?" Chan wondered.

"Deal with the boss," Yoongi sighed, rubbing his hands together as he approached your body, still laying on the desk.

Joshua's eyes furrowed, "Boss?"

"Yoongi's a demon," Bomi explained, though she seemed very unimpressed.

"So...are we making a deal with...the devil?" Chan wondered slowly.

"This one's on the house," Yoongi told him, still facing your corpse. "Just between me and the big guy."

Seungmin walked over to stand beside Yoongi, golden eyes looking at your face that would've looked like you were sleeping if he knew your heart was still. Then he looked at Yoongi.

"Will she be...different?"

"No, but she'll be really sick when she wakes up."

Yoongi turned his head to the small audience, an eyebrow quirked and annoyance on his face, "Any other questions or can I get on with this?"

The room was silent, all eyes on Yoongi.

So the demon turned back to your body, closing his eyes as he hovered his hands over your heart and your stomach. He murmured to himself in a language Seungmin couldn't understand for a while, a soft glow starting to come from Yoongi's hands and slowly grow brighter and around your body. Yoongi's eyes shot open, eyes engulfed in black as his chanting continued, and your body began to bow upward toward his hands. With your body levitating off of the table, Yoongi leaned over toward your head, cradling your head with one hand while he used his thumb of his other hand to part your lips. What looked like white smoke came from Yoongi's lips as he continued to whisper words, and the smoke seemed like it was being sucked into your mouth even though you weren't breathing.

Then your body lowered back onto the table, with Yoongi still transferring the odd smoke into your mouth, and the light around you dulled.

Yoongi stood up straight again and watched your face without expression, the room behind him silent.

"W-what now?" Seungmin broke the silence, tearing his eyes away from your face to look at Yoongi.

And that was when you shot up, eyes wide and gasping for air like you had the first time. Yoongi caught you, expecting you to do this, and then quickly stepped to the side, still holding onto your shoulders as you coughed and threw up off of the desk and onto the floor. Black liquid mixed with blood pouring out of your mouth.

"God...fuck," you groaned when you could finally breathe.

"_____?" Seungmin said your name in a hopeful voice.

But all too soon, you slumped against Yoongi, eyes closing again.

But you were breathing. Your heart was still going, and at a normal pace this time.

You were alive.

"She'll probably be out for a while," Yoongi explained as he gingerly laid your body back down. "Like I said, she'll be sick for about a week, give or take a few days. It'll be bad. She's gonna throw up black stuff a lot, and probably have the chills. It's not gonna be pretty. Just stay with her. If she doesn't show signs of getting better within the next 7 days, bring her to our HQ."

"Now go find Jungkook," Ryu ordered behind him. "Leave."

Yoongi turned around, flashing her a sarcastic smile, "Of course, princess."

Yoongi stalked out of the room without saying anything else, and Jimin quickly followed after him. Namjoon lingered, eyes trained on you for just a moment longer before he moved toward the door. He met gazes with everyone in the room before he stopped on Ryu.

"We'll be in touch," he promised before Seungcheol and Bomi followed him out.

Even when the door closed, Seungmin didn't move. He continued to stand at the desk, next to your head. All he did was stare. He was afraid if he touched you, you might stop breathing again.

Ryu, however, rushed right over to you. She threw her torso over your body and sobbed loudly, but Seungmin's eyes stayed on your face.

Finally, he very gingerly took your hand in his and squeezed, eyes filling with tears once again. He was shocked he even had tears left in him.

Behind them, the two packs discussed if they should bring you back home or keep you there, but Seungmin wasn't paying attention. All he could focus on was your heartbeat. The sweet, sweet sound of hearing your heart again. He never thought he'd treasure that sound so much.

"Minnie," Chan's voice was right beside him as he put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Seungcheol's gonna make up the bed downstairs for you to stay with _____. Aya's mom will be over in the morning to check on her."

Seungmin nodded mindlessly, hardly even hearing Seungcheol.

The time it took to move your body was a blur to him. Your chest was wrapped in gauze, and Aya put a heart monitor on you. Seungmin had to admit he was impressed by the amount of equipment she had managed to smuggle into the house through various means.

By the time he crawled into bed beside you, he realized just how exhausted he really was. He wasn't sure the time, but he knew it was very early in the morning. He had been running purely on adrenaline and heartbreak, and now with his head against a pillow and your warm body beside him, all he wanted to do was snuggle against you and close his eyes.

But even unconscious, Seungmin respected your boundaries, settling for just wrapping his hand around yours before he closed his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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spilled milk

“I’m sorry “ you gasped lightly at the feeling of milk seeping into your socks and the scrape of glass shards against the floor. For whatever reason, your grip had slipped and your glass of milk had tumbled to the floor without much time to try and save it.

“What?” Namjoon’s voice bellowed from the hall, “are you making a mess in there?”

“I’m sorry” you called back, the bass in your boyfriend's voice had left a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t shouting at you, you told yourself, but even so you could feel the ever so familiar swell of anxiety in your stomach.

“Don’t- don’t be mad!” You could only quickly glance up at Namjoon as he entered the kitchen, a furrow of confusion knitting his brow as he watched you scramble on the floor to clean it. “It was an accident, I’m sorry, I don’t know- I don’t know what happened.” You babbled, hands shaky as you frantically trying to pick the glass up- ignored the little stings of glass cutting your fingers.

“Hey” he knelt down beside you, reaching to grab your wrist to put a gentle stop to your panic. “Calm down, you know I don’t care.”

“No- it’s going to stain, ruin the floor, I wasted all of it- I broke one of your nice glasses-“ you hit him with every excuse in the book, trying to hide the shake in your voice towards the end. “Please don’t be mad” you begged, reaching to wipe away the first tear that fell; smearing milk and blood against your cheek.

“Hey” Namjoon frowned, “calm down, it’s just milk. I’m not mad.” You felt him pry your hands away from the mess, tugging your body closer to his. “I’m not mad, I promise.”

You nodded, face pressed into his chest as he hugged you, rocking you back and forth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize” he kisses the top of your head. “I understand.”

He pried you from the floor and to the bathroom, running your cut hands under the water carefully. You watch him wrap bandages around your fingers and palm.

You sniffled, grateful that he understood why it was so much more than spilled milk to you.

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐏𝐒𝟒!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: I dont know how detailed you'd like the request, but may I request a PS4 Parker x Ninja Reader. GN. They've been dating Parker for a little while and he wants to meet their family and Reader is really excited because their family means so much, but they're also nervous because usually people find Ninja clans intimidating. Bonus if he doesn't know they're a Ninja untill he gets there.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,030

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: PS4!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Ngl I struggled more with what to name this fic lmfao I hope you like it love! <33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It took a lot for you to be left baffled or speechless. It was a very limited occurrence. The first occurrence had been when Peter decided to spill the fact that he was New York’s Spider-Man. You had probably stared at him for a good half hour. After that you were left pacing back and forth in your living room as he sat patiently waiting for you to react. When you did, Peter had expected you to hit his shoulder.

“How could you keep this from me?” You had scolded him. Every news article and tv report where there had been a massive disaster resurfaced your memory. It worried you even more now knowing it had been him underneath the mask. Knowing that him, Peter, your Peter was out there risking his life and being a hero. That whole night was spent with Peter explaining himself and trying to make you understand all the reasons he didn’t tell you. One being for your own safety. The more evolved you were, the more leverage every bad guy with a vendetta against him had to use against him. He couldn’t risk it. So he kept his alter ego a secret.

The second occurrence was when you were both having a night in your apartment. You offered to cook while he picked something for you two to watch. Deciding on some early two-thousands movie, he got it ready to just press play, then stood up as he walked over to the small counter. He leaned his arms on it and tapped his finger against the wood. You had spared him a glance, smiling as he gave you a timid smile. You turned the chicken you had been cooking and leaned back from the stove to face him. Crossing your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s up?”

“Mmm…nothing why?” Peter stopped biting his lip and straightened up. His hands colliding and sliding against each other to ease his troubled mind.

“You’re doing that thing with your hands.” You giggled as you gestured to his fidgeting. “You only do that when something is on your mind. What’s up?” You leaned forward on your hands, opposite of him at the counter. He sighed, he rolled his eyes. Of course you could read through him. Five months strong and you had him read like a book by now.

“I just— It's not something you bring up a lot, and we’ve been together for five months now and it crossed my mind the day on patrol. So it got me thinking…stay open minded okay?” The corner of his lip lifted.

“Peter just say it!” You laughed. Your head shook, then urged him along with your hands.

“I want to meet your parents.” You leaned back this time. Your mouth opened and closed not knowing what to say. You stared down at the wood then back to him. Your eyes narrowed deep in thought. Peter could see the crease between your brows. He bit down in his lip. Eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or refusal.

“You— You want to meet my parents?” You gaped at him.

“Yeah!” He nodded. “I figured it was time ya know, but if you think now's not the right time. We could always wait until you’re ready. I just figured since you don’t really talk so much about them that’d you be against the idea. It was just a suggestion-“ You walked around the counter and brought your lips against his. Peter relaxed, sighing into the act of affection. He cupped your face gently, deepening the kiss further. When you had to breathe you pulled back bashfully. Touching your lips with a smile. Peter licked his lips, a smirk forming on his lips. He loved it when you got timid after enacting the first move. He brought his hands up to rub and soothe your arms.

“I didn’t think you’d want to.” You breathed out. “You really want to?” Peter saw a glint shine in your eyes. You were glowing with joy.

“Yes. I figured if anytime is the right time. It’s now.”

“Oh you don’t how happy I am to hear that. Oh god, okay!” You palmed your forehead, deep in thought. “When would we even do it? I’ll have to talk with my mother about scheduling a day. Her and my father are usually busy with— Oh my goodness, my brother. You’ll be meeting him too. I’ll have to give you a run down on him too. He’s usually busy too, but if I tell them that my boyfriend wants to meet them. Then surely they’ll clear time in their schedules. What would we even eat?” You started pacing back and forth. Peter watched with amusement as you started overthinking. “Oh that reminds me, I have to tell my mother not to put peppermint in any of the food she might make. Don’t want you having an allergic reaction in the middle of dinner.” You stopped to look at him then continued. “What else? Should we have lunch instead?” You frowned. Peter decided to stop you and placed his hands over your arms to hold you in place.

“Babe, you're doing that thing again.”

“What?” You looked up with big eyes.

“You’re overthinking things. I’m sure meeting them will be fine. From what you have said about them. They sound great.” He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. He then pushed past you to remove the chicken from the pan and put it into a bowl.

“Yeah…” You nodded trying to reassure yourself. “It’ll be fine.”

“What was it you said your family did again?” Peter asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you answered him. How the hell would you even tell him your family were well trained specialized assassins?

“Uh— they work in uh...private security.” You nonchalantly scratched the back of your head. Your face scrunched, not thinking he would believe you.

“Oh nice. Like for the mayor?” You closed your eyes, bringing your fist and elbow towards your chest in silent victory.

“Uh— ish.” You stared dead at a piece of lint on the floor. Oh boy he was in for it, alright.

You didn't know just how nervous you were until you had Peter with you at your doorstep. You had knocked a few times waiting for anyone home to answer, but when you reached for the handle. The door pushed open. You peeked your head in checking for any signs of life. You had every right to be cautious.

“Ma we’re home.” You called out. You hummed in wonder. You reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone. “That’s weird I told her we would be here earlier.”

“Maybe she forgot-” Peter began, but was startled.

You had heard the shout before you could fully register what they said. Your head had snapped to the voice then back to Peter in time to catch the star that was about to pierce through his face. Your boyfriend was close to dropping dead. Your heart rate was beating against your chest. You breathed in and out deeply to control yourself. Fear and anger had befriended your entire body. You spared a glance to Peter who just stared in shock at your hand in front of his face. His eyes up to his chest in surrender. He didn’t know what to do. You sheepishly looked away as you lowered the hand that caught the star, it was like three inches from his face. You examined it thoroughly and rolled your eyes. It was your mothers.

“Is everyone alive?” You frowned as your mother came into the living area. Her hands up in surrender, a grimace present on her face as she flinched at the ninja star in your hand.

“Hardly!” You yelled. “What were you thinking? You could have taken his eye out ma.”

“You said 6:30. It is 6:00!” She defended.

You let your face fall into your hands, shaking your head.

“I texted you!” You reminded her.

“What no you-“ She took her phone out to check. “You did not text me— Ma, Peter and I will be there at 6 instead— Oh.” She trailed off tucking her phone back into her back pocket. “Okay maybe you did…” She grimaced. She turned to Peter and welcomed him with open arms. “You must be Peter, may we move past my attempt to take your life?” She laughed as she patted his back. Peter chuckled nervously as he side eyed you in fear.

“S-Sure…” He nodded, letting her give him a hug. Though he stiffened when she voiced her motherly warnings.

“Good good…just know that’s only one way I can kill you. So treat them well.” She patted his arms gently. Then backed away from him. “Who’s hungry?”

Peter laughed nervously. He was practically sweating as he watched her head further into the house, possibly the kitchen, or the weapons room. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Your face fell into your palms. This was going to be a long night.

“Your mom seems nice...” He offered a smile, but he was just really pulling your ear.

“Wait till you meet my father. You’ll think he’s super nice.” You looped your arm with his as you led him to the kitchen. Peter took the star from your grasp. Raising it up to his face in disbelief.

“This is a ninja star.” He stopped before the kitchen doors. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Or correctly referred to as...The Shuriken. Throwing star.” You informed him.

“Ya know I had this gut feeling you were something but I never would have guessed a ninja.” Peter shook his head. “You being able to sneak up on me makes a lot of sense now.” He laughed.

“My family is, our clan really...I’m still in— training.” You trailed off, not wanting to tell him what your final test involved for your official initiation. “Also I can sneak up on you because you tend to let your guard down more when you’re out of the suit...not because I’m a ninja.” You smirked.

“Your family owns throwing stars. I thought these only existed in movies.” His eyes widened as he used the name of them correctly.

“No they exist.” You nodded. “Movies tend to be misleading though. Too exaggerated. We don’t wear masks or wear all black. We make use of disguises to blend in more with civilians. Makes striking our targets easier.” You smiled. “Besides, we don't just own throwing stars. We also learn how to throw them properly...” You took it from his hands before he cut himself.

“Can I see?” Finally settled down and intrigued. Peter grew excited.

“What? You want me to throw it?” You chuckled.

“Please.” He nodded and rocked on his heels.

“Okay fine...” You rolled your eyes, sighing. “Just this once, yeah.” You had fixed your stance and turned to face the front door where Peter had been standing before. You aligned your hand with the star next to your face, then let it fly forward. Peter zoned in on it spinning. It spun smoothly. You both anticipated for it to dig into the material of the front door, but you felt your heart sink when the front door opened.

You gasped. A hand over your mouth. Eyes widened in fear as your brother leaned back in time for the star to miss him and for your father to catch it.

“Did I forget to mention I’m still working on my time management?” You grimaced at Peter.

“Yup.” Peter closed his eyes.

“Y/N!” You grew smaller and smaller under their stern gazes.

“You- You could’ve killed me!” Your brother sputtered. He ran a hand over his hair subconsciously. He met your gaze again, pointing a finger at you. “This is why you’re in training!”

Peter stood awkwardly, biting his lip. Your brother noticed him and straightened out. He stepped forward holding a hand out. “Hey, nice to meet you. You must be Peter!” He exclaimed, then added. “How much did she pay you?” You scoffed, offended. You reached forward and started smacking the side of his shoulder.

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imagine-you · 10 months

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this is why [eddie munson/reader]

Author's Note: A little drabble I wrote to celebrate my AO3 milestone. Inspired by this list and the prompts: "Are you travelling alone?" / "Come on, just take it."

Word Count: 661

No one else knew about the gate that had opened up in the woods behind your house. Everyone was a little too preoccupied with the total insanity that had befallen Hawkins to really take notice of everything that was actually happening around town. So, without a doubt, it was also safe to say that no one else knew about what crawled out of the gate every night and roamed the woods, looking for you.

You took a step into the woods, drawing in a deep breath, before you continued. Ever since Hawkins started falling apart at the seams, it became an even more dangerous place to wander around by yourself. Reports of missing people had skyrocketed and it seemed like people were disappearing every night. Hawkins was far from a safe place, but you weren't all that worried once you drew closer to the gate. You knew he would find you there.

You stopped when you heard something growl off to your right, knowing that it wasn't what you hoped to find in the dark.

Lucky for you, you weren't quite on your own.

"Are you travelling alone?" His voice drifted out from behind a tree, sending the mystery creature skittering off into the woods and away from you.

"You know I am," you answered, a little thrill of trepidation mixed with anticipation shooting through you at the sound of his voice.

"That's my girl," Eddie crooned as he stepped into your line of sight. "I've missed you."

"You saw me last night," you pointed out, a smile beginning to form as he came into view. "In fact, I think you promised me a gift tonight. You know...since it's our anniversary."

"Oh, did I?" Eddie asked, faking innocence. He sauntered forward until he was in your space, pushing forward until your back hit a tree. "Now that you mention it, I guess I did remember to pick something out for you after all."

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a rose. It was half-dead with only a few petals clinging to it, but its thorns still looked incredibly sharp and vibrant.

"Come on, just take it. It won't bite," he joked when you hesitated, flashing his fangs at you. "Me, on the other hand--"

"Cut it out," you snapped, before you reached forward, cautiously taking the rose from his hand. You idly ran the tip of your finger over one of the thorns, oddly entranced by the sight of it. You didn't notice the bead of blood that had welled up in your daze until Eddie reached out and grabbed your hand.

"A gift for you and a gift for me," he mused before he wrapped his lips around your finger. You shivered when he pressed his tongue against your skin, leaving you breathless and wanting. You felt him lap at your blood before he drew away, holding your hand up so you could see that your finger was cleaned. "There," he murmured, offering you a soft smile that never failed to get your guard down around him. "How about I walk you home? There's all kinds of weirdos out tonight."

"You would know," you quipped, noticing the way Eddie's nose wrinkled before he snapped his teeth at you, playful and harmless. You couldn't help but laugh, letting Eddie wrap his arm around your waist before ushering you in the direction of your house.

"Happy anniversary, Eddie," you whispered, quickly brushing a kiss against his cheek. "Thanks for the gift," you told him, twirling the rose around in your fingers, careful not to prick your finger on a thorn again.

Eddie didn't respond in kind, but from the glimpse of his face you caught when the moonlight hit his face just right, he was just as happy as you were that he managed to find you again after Hawkins was ripped to shreds.

It seemed that even death wouldn't keep the two of you apart.

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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With me, near me, all around me

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Blossom OC (or characterized)

Reader Gender Expression: she/her pronouns

Summary: Luca wants Blossom to see his new apartment

Length: 982

Warnings: Nada

Ask: Hi, I really enjoy reading your works 🦥🦔.. Could you perhaps write fluff about Luca. I adore Blossom. What I really like about her is that she is confident and independent and the fact that she made him really work before going out on a date 😂

A/N: This is a second answer to this ask! The other is here: Made for You I Think. Enjoy!

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“I could get rid of that guy for wasting your time,” Luca declared quietly. Even with an ice cream cone in hand and shades on, he still sounded a bit menacing as a Changretta. Blossom raised her eyebrows as if he said the magic words.

“Really?”

“Geez,” he scoffed, making her laugh.

Luca cleared his throat and looked around the outdoor facility of the nursing home. His finger tapped the sugar cone and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Should I guess?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got something to say, but you’re not talking faster than your mind can think like usual. Should I guess what you want to say?” She gave him a look and he shook his head. For a woman who couldn’t be bothered, she sure knew him best.

“Listen,” he began, turning to her and leaning in.

“Yeah?”

“I just got the luxury over on Ashland,” he announced. She blinked at him and took a breath, then motioned for him to continue. “It’s an apartment building, real nice. I want to have you over.”

“I thought you were going to say you robbed my mother’s bank or something serious,” Blossom chided him.

“What? This is serious. I’m a man askin’ a woman to his place.”

“You’ve already been to my apartment. It’s about time you invited me to yours.” She shrugged.

“So you’ll come? Saturday at five?”

“Mm,” she hummed with a nod. Almost reflexively her hand went up to stop his celebratory kiss. “Not when you’re sticky.”

—

Blossom looked around in awe. She wore her nice sundress, and still, the golds, reds, and greens that divinely accented the lobby on its own made her feel underdressed. If she wasn’t holding a bag and a warm dish, she was sure she'd be fidgeting. There was a ding and Luca nearly jumped out of the elevator.

“Oi, what’s all this?” He kissed her cheek and took the dish at the same time.

“I could ask you the same. It’s so nice in here,” she whispered. Luca chuckled and led her to the elevator where a doorman was ready to return them to the top floor.

Blossom was sure she screamed when she saw the suave interior, but Luca quipped about her catching flies while she was stunned to silence.

“Holy shit. There’s no way your mother knows what you do when you’re not at home.”

“Why do you have to bring that up,” Luca huffed as he led her to the kitchen. He set down the dish and opened the lid. “Fuck me. Did you make me ribollita?”

“I did. Nearly cost me my life, too. I endured several lectures about bringing you 'poverty meals.' It’s not my fault you craved it.” She pouted, looking away while Luca was trying not to smile too big.

“I love it. Thank you, Blossom,” he gushed, approaching her with puckered lips until he kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her. Her nose scrunched and she grumbled but let it happen. Luca slid his hand down her arm to find her hand and interlaced their fingers. “Let me give you a tour.”

The apartment was flashy in ways and effortless in others, the way only new money could pull off. At some point, Blossom’s eyes mostly followed Luca. This was his first time living alone, after all. He was excited to point out all the plans he had for the apartment. If she wasn’t holding his hand, she wouldn’t have felt the oncoming clamminess as they walked around to the master bedroom.

“And this is my bedroom,” he told her from the doorway.

“Are we going in?” She looked up at him. His cheeks were a bit red and he looked hesitant before letting go of her hand to walk around.

“There’s a closet room and a bathroom in here,” he said. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, much too big for just two people, much less one. She turned to walk around when he stopped her. “I made sure the drapes are heavy how you like them so they block out the sun.”

“Oh.”

“And there’s space in the closet, just in case. I got you a toothbrush too, and an eye mask.”

“You must have really had your cashiers swooning,” Blossom chuckled as she looked around. Thinking back to the whole tour, there were several things that Luca didn’t mention but was definitely done with her in mind.

The colors around the place were ones she enjoyed, and none of the ones she hated. Her favorite artists graced the walls. Even his dining room chairs were the ones she pointed to in a store window once. She rubbed her hands together, feeling the clamminess between them. He had a right to be nervous.

“She did ask if I was buying for someone.”

Blossom walked over to the right-hand side table and picked up a pink, silk eye mask that rested so perfectly it was like what she imagined a hotel was like. But much better. Tears blurred her vision as she picked up the silk. It had been a while since someone had expressed that they wanted her, so much, to be with them, near them, all around them.

“Is that alright?” Luca asked from the doorway, bringing her back to the room. She blinked away her emotion the turned to him with a click of her tongue.

“You’re so in love with me it’s sick.”

Luca stared for a moment then rolled his eyes, making his way over to her just so he could tackle her to the bed. Laughter filled the apartment along with the release of tension.

“You are such a brat!”

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deadghosy · 2 years

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★Imagines of them accidentally hitting you★

Robin Arellano

You probably sneaked attacked him making him go into fight or flight mode. Which is definitely fight mode. So he swings and hits you, making you fall on your ass flat.

“CARIÑO, WTF WERE YOU THINKING?!”

He’s just yelling at you in Spanish now cause of that stupid ass stunt you pulled.

"¡NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE HAYA GOLPEADO! ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES?”

So after him yelling at you while making sure he didn’t leave a bruise on you. After he sees there are no bruises, he definitely smacks your head.

“Fucking dumbass.” “Robin, I said I was sorry-”

Finney Blake

You scared him as a prank by putting a killer clown mask. Which you didn’t expect was that he actually fought back by punching you.

I guess those lessons from robin paid off.

“ARRGHHH” “AH WTF” *punches you*

You kinda hit the ground too hard to the point this mf knocked you out.

Finn pulls the mask off of you to expect some random asshole, but indeed the asshole was you. So finney freaked out about punching you.

“Y/n?! OH GOD IM SO SORRY!!”

Starts thinking he killed you cause you haven’t responded to him about 5 minutes until you woke up.

“awOah!” You sat up straight and looked at him. “Damn Finn where the hell did you learn how to punch hard?” “Robin.” “Of fucking course…”

Gets you an ice pack and says sorry but also saying that he isn’t cause you shouldn’t have done that.

Vance Hopper

Tbh he would probably hit you cause he probably thought you was some douche trying to mess up his score.

You grabbed his shoulder roughly and this man went full on fight mode like Robin.

*grabs you arm and starts twisting it, then kicks your legs to make you fall”

“VANCE, VANCE ITS FUCKING ME, CHILL!!”

He actually sees its you and clicks his tongue. He picks you up from the ground, carries you on his back to his house.

He actually takes good care of the bruises he caused you. And to make sure you learn your lesson, he smacks where it hurts on your legs and arm.

“OUCH, Wtf dude?!” “Should’ve dodged like I taught you dumbass…”

𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓪

Now we all know how clumsy you are sometimes but you are a totally dunce.

Apparently you weren’t looking where you were going by looking away while walking on the baseball field.

Short story, Bruce hit you with his baseball bat cause you were behind him.

He didn’t even know you were behind him. He was too busy practicing how to swing much better.

“MOTHER FUCKER” “FUCKING COW ON A ROASTED STICK” “ARRGGHHH”

“Stop complaining. I’m literally just putting ice to make sure it won’t swell up more.”

“Don’t you love me?” :,( “don’t try that shit with me y/n”

“NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE GOLPEÉ, ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES ESO?!” = “I CANT BELIEVE I HIT YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS?!”

Cariño=Dear

┆HEY Deadghosy here! I hope you like this imagine. Mwah I hope you are all having a wonderful day/night! DEADGHOSY OUT PEACE!

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RULE #5 | Kevin Moon | Teaser #2

Summary: The things you do for a thesis--and friendship.

Pairing: Kevin Moon x F!Reader

Genre: Haunted House Hotel!AU, University Students!AU (graduate students), Horror, Romance, Angst, Supernatural Teaser Warnings: mentions of sex

Words: 410

a/n: cant get more specific or I'll end up spoiling the story. also, this will be rated mature when fully posted! enjoy!

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The room they were in plunged into a dead silence. The air around them turned uncomfortably still, and nobody moved at the sudden change that brought goosebumps onto the skin of their arms.

Then, like a needle piercing through skin, a wail of pain broke the silence. Sharp and thin, it lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but it drove them to hold their hands over their ears and into a startled crouch.

The cameras Changmin and Younghoon held fell onto the floor. Only Haknyeon managed to keep his own in his hands, though it pointed at the ceiling while he tried to cover his ears.

“What was that?” You asked when you finally felt it was safe enough to uncover your ears.

“I don’t know, but I didn’t like it,” Younghoon answered.

“It sounded like someone was crying.” Sunwoo swallowed, then added, “Like someone was in pain.”

“A ghost?” Eric yelped.

“It was probably Sangyeon.” Changmin shook his head. “He probably put speakers somewhere in the building to test us, change our experiences. Right, Haknyeon?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “He didn’t tell me. But, yeah.”

“But what if it wasn’t for his thesis? What if someone’s actually hurt?” You insisted, still unsettled by the change that had shifted in the atmosphere.

“Look, I might not know what’s going on, but I do know horror movies. And horror movies have rules, spoken and unspoken. One of those is not going toward imminent danger.”

“Why would you even say that?” Eric frowned. “I thought you said we were safe.”

“I never said we were safe. I said it was part of Sangyeon’s experiment. Besides, ghosts aren’t real, and it’s never a bad idea to follow horror movie rules.”

“Follow horror movie rules?” You asked, not understanding what Changmin was trying to imply.

“Don’t go off on your own,” Changmin huffed. “Don’t babysit on Halloween.”

“Don’t go into creepy or abandoned places,” Younghoon frowned.

“Exactly.” Changmin frowned. “And while we’re at it,” he turned to look at you, “Don’t split up from the group just to have sex.”

“Wha—” you sputtered at his singling you out.

“That goes for you too, Eric.” He continued, ignoring your sounds of indignation. “I don’t know how, but I know you’d find a way.”

“Hey!”

Changmin shook his head, “We’re in a “haunted” hotel, after all, and I know that aside from Haknyeon, the rest of you do believe in the supernatural. Act like it.”

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Thirteen - The Funfair

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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"The fair," she said over the phone as she walked around the park with Milo. "We take the kids to the fair and we'll call it a second date."

Although she couldn't see it, Daniel smiled down the phone. He couldn't stop himself from grinning, even if his eyes were only half open. "Milo and I are walking past it now," he heard her say.

"How does it look, is it huge?" He asked as he laid back, his head against the headboard.

Suddenly Y/N wasn't speaking to him anymore. "Hi Mr Ricciardo!" Came Milo's excited voice. "The fair is massive! They've got lots and lots and lots of rides and mamma said they're setting up food trucks!" He said quickly, more evidence of his excitement.

But then Y/N was speaking again. "Sorry about that," she said. "But yeah, the fair looks great. They've got four rides, by the looks of things. Different booths and games and, like Milo said, food trucks."

"Olivia will love it," he said and yawned.

A yawn that Y/N apparently heard down the phone. "What's the time where you are?" She asked rather softly.

Daniel checked his watch. "Just gone midnight," he said. It was hard being half way across the world and trying to keep in contact with Y/N. She was asleep when he was awake, and she was awake when he was racing or asleep. Most of all, though? He missed Olivia. She was with her mother for the week and the updates he got were from Y/N.

"Good luck tomorrow," she said. "I'll be watching."

That brought a smile to his tired face. "I'll give you a wave," he said. Again, he yawned.

She was starting to feel guilty about it, about keeping Daniel awake when he needed his rest. "Uh, we've just gotten to the swings," she said. "Can I call you again after your race?"

"Sure," Daniel said quickly, his tiredness seemly disappearing. He didn't want her to go, and he didn't want to be the reason she did. "I'll see you when I'm home, okay?"

"Goodbye, Daniel," she said. As soon as he said his goodbyes in return, Y/N slipped her phone into her pocket and opened the gates to the playpark for Milo.

Immediately he ran over to the swings. "Mamma!" He called and she walked after him. "How about we get an ice cream after this?" She offered and Milo set out a cheer. She began pushing him on the swings.

As much as she could, Y/N tried to avoid Daniel's ex. But she was constantly looking out for Olivia, and that meant running into the woman.

Whether she'd seen them on the television, as much of the world had, it wasn't clear. But she hated Milo's momma, that was for sure. Their run ins were almost daily. Every day that Olivia was in daycare, she immediately ran to Y/N first. That meant that Y/N had to go over to Daniels ex, to hand Olivia off to her (even if it was somewhat painful).

On this day, though, Daniel was meant to return. "Miss L/N!" She called as she followed Milo.

"Hi Livvy," she called back as she took Milo's bag from him.

"My daddy comes home today," Olivia said, beaming with pride.

Just as she said she would, Y/N had watched the race the night before. Daniel had driven exceptionally well, finishing within the top ten and scoring points for his team. He was so fucking happy when he climbed out of the car and waved at the camera.

Y/N couldn't stop smiling at that. She knew just who that wave was for, and it made her so fucking happy. Not getting a full eight hours was worth it to watch Daniel drive. She taped it, ensuring that Milo could watch it the next day after daycare.

"I know, Livvy," Y/N said with a smile. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she didn't check it. "Is he picking you up, or are your grandparents here?"

Olivia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said and Y/N looked around for any sign of her family. Until one of them turned up, she and Milo were going to stay there with her.

The 2006 Toyota Hilux pulled up outside of the daycare gates. Before Y/N could get a better hold of her, Olivia went running towards the car. "Livvy!" Y/N shouted as she went to chase after her, with Milo following close behind.

But it wasn't a dangerous stranger that climbed out of the car. Mr Daniel Ricciardo, wearing shorts that showed off his thigh tattoo, stepped out of his car and scooped his daughter into his arms. For once he had no hat on his head, revealing his mess of curls.

"I missed you, Badger," he said, but nobody but Olivia could hear it. She squealed as her father picked her up and placed her on his hip.

He looked past Olivia, looked straight at Y/N. "Hi," she said as she walked towards him, holding out Olivia's bag for him to take.

"Hi," Daniel replied as he took the bag from her and swung it over his shoulder.

Was it too early to tell him that she missed him? Daniel wanted to say it too, but neither of them did. They held back, just smiling at each other, trying to work out what too say as the other parents filed out of the car park.

"It suits you," she said, nodding to the bag.

Daniel grinned as he turned it towards her, showing it off like a teenaged girl. "It's the latest fashion."

"Hi Mr Ricciardo!" Milo called as he waved at him.

"Hi Milo." Daniel waved back at him and turned his attention to Y/N. "If you're not doing anything this evening, do you wanna go to the fair?" He asked.

Y/N looked down at her clothes, at her work outfit. But then she looked at Milo, at the way he was using his eyes to beg her. "Sure," she said. "We'll follow you there."

As Daniel took Olivia to his car, Y/N took Milo back to her car. She strapped him in and climbed into the front. She pulled her car up behind Daniel and he started driving, the two of them heading towards the fair.

The funfair in the park was quiet on a Monday evening. There were a few school kids with their parents, and several high school kids running around. Y/N and Daniel walked side by side as the kids ran ahead in front of them. They never strayed too far, though, not unless they wanted to be called back by their parents.

"I watched your race," Y/N said as they walked around. "Very impressive driving, Mr Ricciardo."

"I got you something," he said suddenly and Y/N quickly turned her head towards him, eyes wide.

Daniel fished through the pockets of his shorts and pulled something out. Thank God they were walking side by side, or she wouldn't have been able to stop staring at his thigh tattoo. "Danny," she said as he held the brown package towards her. "You shouldn't have."

"Just open it."

She pulled the tiny brown package open. It was so small it easily fit in the palm of her hand. She opened the small piece of tape holding the brown paper bag closed and let the item fall into her hand.

It was a fridge magnet in the shape of a Formula One track. She wasn't yet familiar enough with Formula One to know which track it was, but Silverstone was printed across it. "From my race," Daniel said, shrugging like it was nothing.

But to Y/N it was everything.

"Thank you," she said and placed the magnet into her bag. "It means the world."

Daniel walked around, the widest grin on his face after that. And Y/N? Well she was holding his hand.

Milo and Olivia went running towards the spinning teacups. Daniel paid for the kids to ride the ride, the two of them squealing as the teacups spun.

They stood, leaning against each other as they watched their kids on the ride. "Does this count as our second date?" Asked Daniel as he stood with his arm around Y/N.

She touched over his 3 tattoo on his finger. "I think so," she said, as she watched the yellow teacup spin. "What're we gonna do for our third date?"

"I think I have an idea," he said as the ride came to a stop.

Milo and Olivia led the way around the funfair. Y/N bought them all greasy, unhealthy food from a food truck, but only because Daniel insisted on paying for all of the rides and games.

While Milo and Olivia were on one ride, Daniel disappeared, leaving Y/N to watch the kids. His muttered excuse fell on deaf ears as Y/N watched them.

By the time he returned the ride had ended and Milo, Olivia and Y/N were looking around for him. Y/N held both of the kids as they desperately searched for him.

When they saw Daniel, he was walking towards the three of them, grinning with his hands held behind his back. It was a sight he could get used to, walking towards Y/N as she held his daughter.

"Where did you go?" Y/N asked as she let Olivia run towards her father.

Daniel didn't take Olivia's hand as he held towards them. He kept them held behind his back. As soon as he and Olivia were once again with Y/N and Milo, he held out one hand towards Milo.

In that hand was a dinosaur teddy bear. Milo grabbed and held it tight. "Thank you, Mr Ricciardo!" He cried as he squeezed the teddy against his body.

Daniel reached behind himself and brought forward another teddy in his left hand. His right was still held behind his back. This time he pulled out a dog teddy and handed it to Olivia. "Thank you, daddy," Olivia said as she looked at her spotty dog teddy. She loved it.

He turned his attention to Y/N. She never expected that he'd have something for her, but he did. He brought forward a pink teddy bear that had a plush bouquet of roses stitched into the hand.

"Danny," Y/N said as she took the bear. "You really shouldn't have."

He just shrugged, his hands in his pockets.

Holding the bear by her side, Y/N stepped towards him and kissed his cheek. But that wasn't enough for her. "Fuck it," she whispered ever so quietly in his ear before she kissed him.

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" you always come first "

pairing : lee jihoon x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

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Jihoon is exactly where you expect to find him when you get home from work. Hunched over in his chair, eyes boring into a computer screen, and pen in hand furiously scribbling away at a notepad. You knock three times to alert him of your presence. He turns to you with a wide smile and tired eyes.

"Hi," He breathes out, ushering you in with his hand. You oblige, though you don't plan to stay for long. It's been a long day and you're tired. But on top of that, you know Jihoon enough to notice when he's gotten into a rhythm and doesn't want to be disturbed.

"How was your day?" He humors. His hand settles back on the mouse and he begins clicking around the program he uses. "Fine," you shrug, stopping just behind his chair, a little curious as to what he's doing. "Tiring, but not the worst it could've been."

Your replies are rather lackluster and you can tell Jihoon notices by the way he quirks up an eyebrow at your last sentence.

You rake your fingers through his hair, smoothing back the pieces that have fallen out of place before letting your hand rest on his shoulder. He hums in satisfaction when you press a kiss to the top of his head. "I'll let you get back to work."

Jihoon cranes his neck to peer back with a confused frown on his lips. "Aren't you going to tell me about your day?"

Your brain short circuits for a moment and you just stare at him, dumbfounded. Of course, Jihoon always takes time out of his schedule to hear about your day. However, he usually prefers to finish up whatever he's working on first so he doesn't lose focus. "You look busy, I don't want to interrupt. This looks important." You wave your hand vaguely at his screen.

He just tsks, then swiftly saves his project and cuts the power to his monitor. "You're important. You always come first, now tell me what's wrong." He's spun around in his chair, already standing up to take you in his arms, and trails his fingers up and down your spine.

He smells nice and his warmth is comforting, inviting. A long sigh escapes your lips and you allow yourself to relish in the feeling Jihoon brings. Tucking your face into his shoulder and melding into his hold.

"Just feeling a little worn out, but it's better now."

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Nothing Last Forever

About: Eddie confesses that he wants to marry you

Trigger/Warnings: Parental divorce and Death

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This was going to be your year!

Deep down you just knew that it was going to be your year. You worked your ass off for it. You canceled many get-togethers to walk the floor of that old, creaky high school gym. You wanted to grab that rolled up piece of paper that said you graduated and turn around and give all those fucking teachers the middle finger and yell “fuck you.” The thought of this, it made you smile inside. It was your boyfriend's plan really, but he wanted you to do it as well.

“Y/N Y/L/N, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?” The loud voice of your boyfriend pulled you from your thoughts and back to that thing that is called reality. You had a love hate relationship with reality. You looked up to find that your boyfriend was standing on the cafeteria tabletop, his arms were spread out with a huge smile plastered on his face. There was a shine in his eyes you'd never seen before. You were going to ask what he was up to when he looked around the cafeteria. "AND SHE'S BACK!"

"What–"

Eddie knelt down in front of you, that big grin still on his face. You were dying to know what happened to make him smile that big. He took his hand and placed it under your chin. His fingertips were calloused from the hours of playing his guitar the last few weeks. He wanted to make sure he got that song just right. You smiled and melted right into his touch. If only Eddie knew about the small things he did to you.

You and Eddie have known each other since grade school. You moved from the hot desert of Tucson, Arizona to Hawkins, Indiana after your parents divorced. Your father wanted nothing to do with you since his mistress got pregnant. So your mother packed you up with what little stuff the two of you owned and drove until she saw a “For Rent” sign on the side of the road.

It was a small three bedroom double wide trailer with wood flooring and ugly green carpet. Green carpet that was still there years later. But the two of you managed to make it home. A few days after moving in and getting settled in, you were greeted by a boy with long, dark hair and a huge smile on this face. You were outside playing with a few dolls you had and this boy asked to play with you. You were so confused because no one ever wanted to play with you. So you said yes.

Since then, you and Eddie, the two of you, were inseparable. The two of you did almost everything together. You stood up to Eddie's bullies which would get you suspended from school. Was always worth it for you. Eddie would run to the corner store to get you menstrual products and chocolate if your mom couldn’t. At night, when the two of you would hang out late, Eddie would make sure you made it safely home and made sure your house was safe too.

Two peas in a pod, your mother had called you guys.

By the time high school came around, you realized that you had developed feelings for your best friend. You spent all of freshman year and half of sophomore year avoiding those feelings because you knew that if you were to share them with Eddie and he didn’t feel the same, your friendship would be over.

It wasn’t until an argument at a stupid Christman party that you accidentally let it slip about your feelings for him. That night you shared your first kiss with him under the moon wrapped in his jacket. Your first date was at the movies, which just happened to be ruined by Jason Carver. You repaid the favor by throwing a punch at him a few days later when you saw him walk out of the movie store. A punch that got you in trouble with Jim Hopper.

Still a well deserved punch as you thought about that day.

“That’s my princess,” Eddie whispered only for you to hear. It made your heart flutter and you had to muster enough self control to NOT jump up and slam your lips against his. You didn't want to make a scene in front of the whole school. But for now, you settled for the soft but eager look in his eyes.

Eddie stood up and began to walk the table again. “ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Eddie shouted. “I HAVE A VERY, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!”

The cafeteria slowly quieted down. All eyes were on Eddie, who slowly stepped off the table. He turned to you, that huge smile still on his face. The softness in his eyes now had a slight bit of shine in them.

"Nobody cares what you have to say, Freak?"

Jason's voice interrupted Eddie as he was about to speak. You felt your face turn red. Everyone in all of Hawkins knew you disliked, not hated, Jason. He came from a good family, but he was a total dick. He felt entitled to just about anything he touched. Which was why he actually hated you. He couldn’t have you because you didn’t want to go on a date with him. Which was also the reason why he messed up yours and Eddie's first date.

Before anyone like Mike or Dustin could grab you and hold you back, you stood on the table. You, anything but gracefully, made your way towards the edge of the table. You slipped a few times but the people at your table steadied you. You knelt down on one knee and stared directly into Jason’s bright blue eyes.

“Are you sure about that, Carver?” Your voice was calm, but you wore a smirk on our face. “You always, always care what Eddie says. Especially when it concerns me.”

Jason shifted around on his feet. He threw a nervous smile towards his teammates and looked right back at you. You can see he’s trying to be all macho about the whole encounter. “No I don’t,” Jason had scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Says the boy who’s been obsessed with me since grade school,” You flashed him a wicked smile. “Like dude, get over it already.”

Jason shook his head and you knew that you won. “Whatever, just go fuck yourself.” And with that, Jason motioned for his group of ball freaks to follow him out of the cafeteria.

You stood up and turned to face Eddie who was looking at you with a bigger smile on his face and brighter look in his eyes. “You may continue,” you gestured your arms open and smiled at Eddie.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “AS SOON AS WE GRADUATED,” He resorted back to yelling, which caused you to chuckle as well. “AM GOING TO MARRY THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU Y/N Y/L/N!” Eddie moved over to you and pulled you down off the table and held you in his arms bridal style. “Only if you still want me.” His voice dropped as he brought his lips to your ear.

“Of course I’ll still want you, Munsen.” You pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips to his. There are some small groans as the two of you kiss. The table you guys sat at for four years clapped and cheered. All you wanted was to stay in this moment forever. To stay in the firm grip of Eddie that had made you feel safe after all these years.

And that's what you tried to do.

Your back was pressed against the wall of the school cafeteria. Your heart raced and the tears streamed down your face. You had nowhere else to run. There was nowhere else for you to hide. No matter where you ran or where you hid, he found you.

What’s taking them so long? You wondered to yourself.

You waited for what felt like eternity for that song. The one song that you knew would pull you out of this nightmare. But the faint music that Max had described never came.

The air turned cold around you and you knew that he found you. Again. You felt yourself grow small as you watched Vecna stalk towards you. His body looked like he was born from cursed vines. But you knew that was wrong. Vecna used to be human. This place, the Upside Down, made him what he was now.

Vecna walked towards you with his clawed hand stretched out. The tears that rolled down your cheeks only rolled down faster. Your body was frozen in place as you muttered the word “No” over and over again. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t.

“It’s time Y/N,” Vecna’s voice sent chills down your spine. “Time for you to join me.”

“No,” you cried. “Please, no.”

Vecna stopped about a foot in front of you. His clouded, blue eyes stared down at you. You felt more tears roll down your cheeks as you shook your head. Vecna raised his hand up to your cheek and wiped the tear from your cheek. At that moment you let out a cry that you knew no one was ever going to hear.

“There, there,” Vecna said. “It’ll all be over soon.”

You closed your eyes and whispered one last “I love you” for Eddie.

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Eddie couldn’t move at all, let alone take his eyes off your tarp covered body. It was the only thing that was laying around and Steve used it to cover you. Eddie had already done the crying and the screaming and the yelling. Now, he just sat there. Frozen. Numb. He couldn’t feel anything anymore but the giant hole that ripped his chest open.

“We failed,” the words came out in a quiet whisper.

“What?” Dustin asked. He, too, had been crying. You were like a big sister to him.

“We fucking, failed Henderson,” Eddie said louder, causing Dustin to flinch. Dustin has never seen Eddie pissed off like this. Tears of his own started to spill down his face for his friend. “We couldn’t FUCKING SAVE HER!”

“I know,” Dustin whispered.

There it was again. The rage.

Eddie spent over a decade loving you. He knew it from the very first moment he saw you playing in the front of your house. Eddie knew you would be the one thing that tethered him to this planet. Eddie remembered telling his uncle that night, after you had gone inside, that he was going to marry you one day. His uncle laughed and tousled his hair before telling him to get ready for bed.

Eddie watched you grow into such a beautiful young woman. You were smart and liked to dress up every now and then. But what made you the most comfortable was the jeans and t-shirts. You either wore your hair up in a single hair band or falling around your shoulders. But the one thing that he had loved the most about was that you stood up for him countless times.

He couldn’t fucking save you.

But Eddie could still get sweet old revenge.

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