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thefreakandthehair · 5 days

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I just wanna see that smile

wc: 1.1k | tags: canon-compliant injury/recovery, hospital setting, getting together, (brief and inferred mutual) pining, first kiss

a/n: happy (belated) birthday to my pal, @firefly-party! kei drew this piece last year and it was one of the first artworks we talked about when we became friends. this series has continued to live in my brain ever since, so I decided to write a little something in the universe!

Eddie woke up on March 26th, 1986 and Steve’s waited patiently for this moment ever since.

Well, patient is a misnomer— he’d waited quietly to anyone not named Robin or Dustin. Robin, because she knows him too well and there’s no point in trying to hide anything from her and Dustin, because he’d apparently grown up overnight and pieced together that Steve sitting at Eddie’s bedside and holding his fucking hand every time he waltzed into the room meant something.

Or maybe it was when Steve gave Eddie all of his rings back, sliding them carefully onto his shaking fingers with a comforting smile.

Or maybe when Eddie sat up unassisted for the first time and Steve nearly hit the ceiling, bracing him in a panic as if all of his stitches and staples would burst with the tiny movement he’d been working toward in physical therapy.

Hell, maybe it was Steve taking over some of Eddie’s care for himself, washing his hair and braiding it because the staff at Hawkins Memorial are doing nothing more than the bare minimum to make sure they don’t get sued, or even more frightening, reamed out by the new duo of Hopper and Wayne again. Either way, his hair was making Steve’s own scalp itchy.

Dustin never tells Steve what it was exactly that tipped him off but whatever it was, it’s enough for Dustin to give Steve the floor when Eddie’s getting ready to discharge back home. And that’s how, exactly two months later to the day from Eddie waking up, Steve enters Eddie’s otherwise empty room armed with a special treat in the form of milkshakes to find Eddie pouring over an unfortunately familiar stack of papers.

“NDA?” Steve asks, nodding at the papers in Eddie’s lap. He’s upright, fully dressed in the black sweatpants Jeff brought by and a cut off Metallica tee shirt, bandages around his stomach and neck.

Eddie mutters as he reads under his breath, eyes flitting across the page.

“How the fuck do they expect any of us common folk to understand a fucking word of this? Hereby? Wherein? Hitherto? What fucking year did I wake up in, man?”

“Yeah, I think the whole point is that you don’t read what you’re signing but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Steve huffs a small laugh through his nose as he steps carefully around Eddie’s crutches. “You may as well just sign it because if you don’t, they’ll forge it anyway. Now finish signing your life rights away so you can have this milkshake with me.”

Eddie perks up, looking away from the mess of papers and smiling up at Steve with a smile so genuine, it punches the air out of his lungs. He keeps looking at him like this, like Steve’s a breath of fresh air, like he's someone Eddie wants to have around.

Steve isn’t sure what to do with that look yet, but he’s sure glad it’s there.

“Celebration milkshakes? Is this a freedom gift?” Eddie signs the NDA quickly and sets the pen down on the bed next to him.

“It sure is. Figured this could make up for all those lame popsicles from the cafeteria.”

The mattress creaks as Steve sits down on the edge, just to the side of the railing, and hands Eddie the strawberry treat. Their fingers graze, Steve’s chilled and Eddie’s warm. His hand is still a little shaky, trembling as he takes hold of the cup, but they’re warm and warm means alive.

Eddie’s hand can tremble for the rest of his goddamn life so long as it’s always warm.

They each take a sip, smooth ice cream slurping up their straws, and after a moment, Eddie sighs.

“Is it weird that I’m actually sort of worried about leaving?”

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, looking down at Eddie’s rings glinting beneath the offensive fluorescent lights above them.

“What are you worried about?”

“Uh, well, I did almost die. And the town still wishes I did. It’s a lot easier to make those dreams a reality outside of these walls, y’know? And I’m uh…” Steve watches as Eddie takes a breath and Steve suddenly misses the early days when Eddie was connected to the heart rate monitor.

“You’re…?” Steve presses, sipping his milkshake again to appear casual.

“I see you all the time here. Guess I just don’t want that to change.”

Steve’s heart skips a beat, clattering in his chest and pounding at his ribs, desperately trying to crack him right open and run to the man who’s claimed it. Eddie watches him with cautious eyes, opens his mouth to say something else but Steve cuts him off before he can take it back.

“Why do you think that’d change? Forest Hills is a lot closer than this shithole, and you won’t be kept under lock and key. And as for the first thing, well, Wayne and Nancy have a lot in common and I have a bat loaded up with nails in the trunk of my car.” Steve rests his free hand on Eddie’s knee. “No one's gonna fuck with you. Don’t worry about that.”

“You sound a little cocky there, Stevie.” Eddie lifts one eyebrow, glancing from Steve’s hand up to his eyes. “Ready to fight for my honor or something?”

“Yep.”

He hadn’t brought the milkshakes intending to use them as props, but he’s glad he has something to do to fill the space as Eddie watches him with questioning eyes. As he slurps through the straw, grating noise still preferable over the awkward silence, Eddie’s pinched expression turns softer, realization dawning between the stark white walls of the hospital and the pink ice cream in both of their hands.

“You’re serious.” Eddie says.

“Took you that long to figure that out?” Steve teases.

“I’ve been a little busy with learning how to breathe and walk again. Y’know, just little things.” Eddie rolls his eyes with that same fond smile, free hand lacing its fingers through Steve’s. “So what you’re saying is that I’ll see you just as much outside of this prison as I have inside of it?”

Steve shrugs. “Probably even more, honestly. There are no visiting hours at Wayne’s, and it’s not like I have a job to rush off to these days. You’re stuck with me, Ed. At least for as long as you want me around.”

Eddie snorts, unceremoniously scoffing in Steve’s face as if in disbelief.

“Don’t make promises like that. What happens when I never want you to leave?”

The air shifts, growing heavier as they find themselves leaning closer, two satellites orbiting one another by nothing but gravitational pull.

Steve’s not sure who actually closes the gap, but he finds himself with his lips pressed against Eddie’s— sweet, chilled, a little chapped but smiling against his. Months of waiting, of hoping that he’d get this opportunity, come to a deafening crescendo and it takes all of his discipline to not push. Instead, they pull apart and Steve smiles, tucking loose hair behind Eddie’s ear.

“That’s easy. I’d just never leave.”

fun fact: kei, I wrote your birthday down in my calendar as the 28th for some reason, a solid ten days late, so know that this was planned from the get-go but was just a tad bit late.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #myblurbs

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afterglowkatie · 14 days

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everything will be okay | l.w.

leah williamson x reader | 1.6k | leah takes care of you after you tear your acl

ˏˋ°•*⁀acl mentions :( i had the base of this written when i was out from basketball for a long time with an injury so it seemed fitting to turn it into a leah fic

Leah couldn’t help but feel bad as she watched you struggle to get around on crutches. She knew how it felt and couldn’t help but feel like she was responsible for you ending up like this. You and Leah were at training, running through your usual drills when you had been running after the ball trying to stop Leah from reaching it when she gave you a little bump. That little bump where you had lost your footing slightly was all it took for a sudden sharp pain to tear through your leg from your knee. You cried out collapsing to the ground while holding your knee. Having gone through this already Leah’s stomach dropped and she was quick to get you help.

Leah was there by your side the entire time, refusing to leave no matter who it was trying to tell her that she didn’t need to be there. You were grateful to have Leah there holding your hand through every scan and test that needed to happen. Leah was there to hold you and wipe away your tears while your heart sunk and the world became a blur when you were told you had torn your acl. Leah kept you grounded

This last year you had seen many of your teammates go through this injury, and with helping Leah through it, you knew how the next year was going to go for you. Though nothing could prepare you for how it actually felt to go through it. It had been about four months since having torn your acl and nothing was getting any easier. You were convinced everything was getting harder, if that was even possible.

You hated having to rely on those around you, even if they constantly reassured you that it was fine and they were happy to help you. And to top it all off you still hadn’t figured out how to properly use the crutches you were given. Your frustrations towards your injury kept growing but Leah was doing everything she could to take care of you and make sure you were okay. You were sure that she had stopped going out as much and seeing her friends just so she could stay home to take care of you and make sure your recovery went as smoothly as possible.

It only added to the frustration and guilt you felt. You weren’t used to being so dependent on others. Though you never complained and never wanted to seem ungrateful because you were immensely grateful for Leah’s help. Just by being her and being around you it would make each day so much better. She was the only thing that could bring you happiness in your current state.

Today was another day that drained even more of your already quite low energy and mental strength. Another day of rehab and physio and another week of being told your recovery wasn’t moving along as fast as you had hoped. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn’t help to compare yourself to the others that had already gone through this. Comparing your recovery to theirs and wondering what more you could be doing to be at the same place they were around this time.

In your rational mind you knew that everyone’s bodies were different and everyone took different times to repair and recover. It still didn’t stop you from feeling like you were falling behind. Every time your potential return to even just running again got pushed back it took a big toll on you mentally. Afraid everyone was going to give up on you the longer it took for you to recover, afraid that you would get replaced and not have a spot in the team to come back to. It was bound to happen soon that you would also give up on yourself.

‘Here let me,’ Leah got out of the car once you had returned to your apartment, going around to your side to help you out of the car. Taken back when you pushed her hand off of you, not used to you refusing any help.

‘I can do it,’ Your words came out more harsh than anticipated. It was the first time you had spoken to Leah since your session and her training had ended. Leah wasn’t hurt at your tone, just surprised. After all, she knew better than anyone what you were going through. She understood how hard this sort of injury can be mentally, especially on a player at the peak of their career just like you were. Finally having made your way into being a regular in the starting eleven, to have an injury to this extent where you would have to eventually prove yourself worthy of that starting line up once again.

Leah watched as you struggled to get out of the car and inside the apartment, taking a step back knowing a little bit of space is what you needed. Though she desperately wanted to help you and make your life easier. You let out a frustrated groan as you sat on the edge of your bed, haphazardly throwing your crutches down on the floor next to you before dropping your head to rest in your hands.

‘Baby,’ Leah whispered out softly while she slowly approached you, ‘talk to me, please’ Leah was concerned. You could tell and hear the desperation that laced her voice while she gently took your hands in hers and pulled them away from your face. She had been there the whole time, seeing how you had recently started to withdraw from everyone around you. Your arsenal teammates asking Leah how you were doing since they had stopped hearing from you. Leah knew you were struggling. You didn’t want to confide in anyone, feeling like you were already enough of a burden having to rely on someone now.

You knew that Leah understood how you were feeling and it should be easy to confide in her, but somehow that made it all harder for you. You shook your head and closed your eyes tight, refusing to look in front of you. Leah sighed softly, standing up to sit next to you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you and gently pulling you into her side, ‘I’m here for you,’ You didn’t know why but hearing Leah utter those words had you breaking down instantly.

‘Le,’ You cried out softly, tears pricking your eyes as you remembered what you had been told earlier that day, ‘It’s going to take longer than we thought,’ Your voice was barely above a whisper. Dropping your head so it was laying against Leah’s shoulder looking down where she was absentmindedly playing with your fingers. The softness of her hands against yours had started to calm you down, though it didn’t stop the thoughts racing around in your mind, ‘What if I never fully recover. I don’t think I can handle never stepping onto the pitch again, never getting to be back with the team,’

‘Oh baby,’ Leah sighed out, a sad smile on her face, thankful that you were finally talking to her about how you were feeling, ‘You’re so strong, stronger than you think. You are going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Don’t think too much about the future and try to take each day as they come,’

‘I’m scared, Le. I don’t want to lose all of this. I don’t want to lose the team and I don’t want to lose you,’ Your teammates at arsenal and Leah were some of the most important people in your life. You dedicated most of your life towards football and if it suddenly disappeared from you, you didn’t know what you’d do without it. What good were you to your friends if you couldn’t play again.

‘You won’t lose any of this, any of us. You’re smart babe, if you can’t return as a player I’m sure there will be another way you can still be involved in football,’ Leah smiled while holding you close to her. Her hands giving yours a little squeeze, ‘And you definitely won’t lose me,’ Leah leaned close to give you a small kiss on your cheek, one that had your frown turning into an almost instant small smile.

‘How can you be so sure?’ Turning your head to look up at Leah, feeling your cheeks heat up seeing how softly she was looking at you. Your smile takes over more of your face the longer you both look at each other. Leah was happy to be seeing the smile she loved so much again.

‘Love, arsenal we’re like a family and you know that. Families don’t just throw each other away just because we’re injured. You aren’t the exception, everyone loves you. Though I obviously love you the most,’ Leah gave you a soft kiss on your lips, ‘You couldn’t get rid of me babes, even if you tried,’ Leah playfully squeezed your sides while you let out a small chuckle at her words already feeling a lot better than you previously had been.

You stayed wrapped in Leah’s embrace, enjoying the way she felt comforting and safe. The day had taken a lot out of you, so much you had forgotten to eat until your stomach loudly reminded you. Leah laughing and lightly poking at your stomach, ‘How does some food sound?’

‘As long as you’re not the one cooking it,’ Leah feigned hurt at your words before you both fell into an uncontrollable laughter.

‘Don’t worry, I have my personal chef on speed dial,’ Leah held up her phone showing your favourite restaurant's name already up on her screen. You just shook your head at her, burying yourself even more into her side. As long as you had Leah there by your side you felt as though you could more willingly accept the help that Leah and your friends gave you. You’d learn that you aren’t a burden to anyone. And most importantly, no matter where you were at with recovery even if you were to never fully recover, you would be okay. Everything will be okay.

#leah williamson x you #leah williamson fluff #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #awfc #woso one shot #woso community #woso fanfics #woso soccer #arsenal women #woso x reader #woso imagine

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sinnersweets · 2 months

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DogDay x Reader part 9

<-----part 8, part 10----->

When I woke up I could tell that DogDay had left. The bed smelled like him which made me miss him more. Having a broken ankle was not fun at all. I was given crutches but honestly who likes using those. Not me. And to make this worse; the doctor said I should heal up in four weeks. That’s right near Christmas time! He said as long as I keep my ankle elevated and follow his directions I should be all healed up in no time. Yay.

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I was on my phone texting my mom when someone knocked on my door. “Who is it?” “Hoppy!” Hoppy? That’s new. “Come in!” She opened the door and right away I saw that she had a basket with plushies and candy. “Brought you something; DogDay had all of us put together this ‘get well’ basket.” She placed the basket on the nightstand next to me. “That’s sweet of you all, thank you.” I reached over, picked up the basket and started looking through it. “Sorry about your ankle; I wasn’t in the theater room when it happened, but DogDay told me what happened.” “Yeah, it’s so weird that the day Bobby asked to be my understudy, I get injured so that she could take my place. I bet you she somehow spoke to the universe to send a storm over and have the power go out.” I spoke while opening a piece of candy. “The power went out? That’s odd. All the lights were on everywhere else in Playcare.”

When she said that I almost choked on the candy that I had just put in my mouth. “What did you say?” Hoppy looked confused but she said what she had said just a second ago. “Yeah...the power didn’t go out.” I sat in silence and started thinking. The power didn’t go out; so that means someone cut the power in the room. But what about the trap door? It was closed the whole time and would’ve made a noise when it opened.... The thunder. It was really loud and someone must’ve been waiting for that to happen in order to open the door without anyone hearing it. This was planned.

I started to clench my fists in anger. “Y/N? You okay?” Hoppy sat down at the end of my bed. “This was all planned! Haha oh my gosh.... Bobby. She did this. She cut the lights, she opened the trap door, hell she even placed a spider on top of my head!” I started laughing historically. Bobby just looked at me with her eyes wide open. “Y’know what? I could totally see her doing something like that. She's not keen on someone trying to steal her 'man' from her. Especially since you and DogDay are getting close.” She clicked her tongue and moved her eyebrows up and down.

My face started to feel warm. “We’re just friends!” Hoppy then started to laugh and pound her fist on the bed. “Uh huh sure~ When you’re not here DogDay talks about you nonstop! It’s cute but can get tiring.” She laughed while saying that last part. “He talks about me? What does he say?!” “Nope; can’t say. I’m sworn to secrecy by my leader and friend.” I playfully rolled my eyes at her.

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Hoppy and I chatted for a little bit longer before she had to go back to rehearsal. When she left, I was all alone for like five seconds and then my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my mother. I took a deep breath in before answering her call. “Hi mom.” “Y/N M/N L/N what’s this I hear that you broke your ankle?!” “Oh thanks mom I’m doing fine thanks for asking.” I could hear my mom sigh through the phone. “Y/N I’m serious! All you texted your father was that you broke your ankle and that’s it! You didn’t even tell me your own mother!”

I was thankful that she couldn't see my face right now. I know my mother meant well but she was just so over barring. “I didn’t tell you because I knew how you would react and guess what? This is exactly how I pictured it.” “I’m not going to argue with you. Where are you right now?” “Um...work?” I had to pull the phone away from my face because my mothers voice got louder. “You’re at work! Young lady you shouldn’t be at work. You should be at home so someone can look after you.” “I live alone mom, and besides I have doctors here to look after me.” And DogDay. “Where do you work that has doctors on board?” “Playtime mom.”

I stopped listining to her because the door started to open and DogDay poked his head in. I waved at him to come in. “Hey mom-listen I’ll call you back one of the doctors just came in.” “Well then put me on the phone with them I want to have a word with them because-” Click. “Oh no we got disconnected.” I laughed and set my phone on the nightstand. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your call Angel.” DogDay walked over to me and pulled up a chair. “Oh no you weren’t interrupting at all.” We both chuckled. DogDay was resting his head on his paw as he looked at me. “I missed you Angel.” I smiled and said, “I missed you too. How was rehearsal?” DogDay sighed before saying, “Long. Especially now that BB is in it.” I thought about telling him that I’m most likely like this because of her, but I also didn’t know how he would take the news. They were all supposed to be friends.

“CatNap wanted me to tell you that he hopes you’ll recover soon. Oh, and that he hopes that he didn’t scare you when you fell.” I didn’t remember seeing him around me. “He was there?” “Mhm, he’s the one that put you to sleep. He’s not really a fan of seeing anyone cry.” As I put two and two together it made sense. “Oh, I totally forgot that he has the sleeping gas.” DogDay nodded.

“Where’s Damian at? I miss the little kiddo.” “He’s in the counselors office with Mrs. Stella I think.” Odd. I wondered what he was doing in there. “You look a little down Angel.” “Hm? Oh no I'm just bored.” “Hmm...Ah ha! I’ll be right back Angel.” Before I could ask where he was going, he zoomed out of the room. Double odd.

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Half an hour went by and DogDay had yet to come back. I could feel myself starting to get sleepy when a knock jolted me up. “C-come in!” As the door opened, in stepped in DogDay; wearing a white lab coat, a stethoscope, and a clip board. A huge grin appeared on my face.

“Good evening, Angel, I am doctor DogDay here to do a check up on you.” I chuckled at how silly and cute this was. DogDay walked over to me and placed his clip board down. “First things first I will be listening to your heart.” You’d expect him to use the stethoscope but no. He leaned down and pressed his ear against my chest. I froze and felt my face heat up. “Mhm heart rate is a little elevated.” “I wonder why haha....” DogDay moved away from my chest and scribbled something down on his clipboard. “Next your temperature.” His paw moved to my forehead and rested there for a few seconds. “A little warm.” DogDays paw then slid down to my cheek and he rubbed his thumb there while asking me some questions. “Elevated heart and warm face, can you think of why this may be happening Angel?”

I just stared blankly at him. “I-I um couldn’t say.” DogDay nodded his head and went to go write something else down. “Well Angel, there’s only one thing that could describe these symptoms.” “Oh? And what’s that?” His other paw grabbed onto my face and pulled me closer to his. My heart started beating faster and faster as my face got close to his. I closed my eyes not knowing what to expect. “Mwah.” He kissed my nose. I fluttered my eyes open not expecting that. “You have a crush on me~” I chuckled nervously. “Whaaat?” “Don’t deny is Angel.” I tried thinking of something, anything! But couldn’t. I sighed in defeat and nodded. “I do.”

DogDays tail started wagging. “Well Angel I think you’ll be happy to know that I too, have a crush on you.” I smiled widely and pulled him into a hug. “Haha, oh I would’ve been crushed if it was one sided.” “Me too Angel. Thankfully Hoppy told me today after she visited you.” I pulled back and looked at him. “Hoppy?! She told you? I didn’t even say anything to her!! What did she say?!!” “Sorry Angel, I was sworn to secrecy.” I fell back onto the bed and laughed while shaking my head. “You guys and your secrecy.” We both laughed and spent the rest of the day together; now knowing that we both liked each other.

A/N: Yay he likes us back!!! Next chapter is the show!!

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #hoppy hopscotch

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dreamscapesofblue · 6 months

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Dreamscapesofblue's Kinktober 2023

"Wait for me in bed without panties when I come back."

↠ summary - Wriothesley smut, Modern Au, as your college boyfriend. After spending one month away at an internship, he sends you a text to ask you to prepare for his return - without panties.

↠ characters - Wriothesley x fem!reader

↠ cw: mndi - 18+ smut, fluffy smut, fingering, somnophillia with consent, dirty talk. Brief mention of mental health struggles (no condition named), Wrio as your anchor in your mental health journey, reader works hard to be strong while he is away. 1.15k words.

Wait for me in bed without panties when I come back

Your heart thuds in excitement. It’s been a month since you have seen Wrio. Wrio had been caught up in a one month internship in a different state 4 hours away, and while both of you have no qualms with driving to meet each other, it had also been a busy season for you as you have been stuck in college trying to finish up your dissertation and final exams.

This frustratingly stressful month without your boyfriend have made you miss his light hearted and comfortable presence. It didn’t help that you have been so used to him as your anchor through tough times. As someone who had mental health struggles, stressful times were hard and Wrio had always been there to ground you when the going gets tough. Although both of you try to make up for each other’s missing presence by being on the phone with each other almost all day, leaving FaceTime on the laptop running as you guys silently went about your daily activities, it was still different. Knowing that it was not an easy decision for him to decide to be away for a month, you consciously tried to appear the brightest and best you could to prevent him from worrying.

After all, Wrio had originally wanted to reject this internship as he did not want to be physically away at your busiest time in University for a month. Wrio came to know of your story shortly after becoming your boyfriend and had been strongly protective and supportive of you ever since. At first, he was your ultimate crutch and saving grace in the early part of your recovery journey. Although you had gotten better, Wrio never changed in his staunch protectiveness over you and was very hesitant in leaving you alone. But you had spent 3 months conscientiously persuading, showing and promising him that you would be fine since you have been doing mental and physical preparations to cope. You shared that while you love his selfless support towards you, you needed to learn to stand on your own in order to become fully healthy again and become a better partner for him. Over the 3 months, he had watched your strong efforts in working even harder through therapy, always sharing and discussing on how you planned to improve your coping strategies. He watched how you’ve worked so hard to grow stronger for both of you by the days and acknowledged that his insistence to always be by your side would ultimately do you more bad than good. With your assurance that all will be fine since you guys would keep in contact everyday, he finally decides that not going would be letting you down and not respecting your efforts.

Hearing his sweet voice through the speaker was different. No matter how close you tried to place the speaker to your ears, it would never reverberate through your body as his warm body affectionately snuggled you with his calming heart beats.

But all of that suffering was finally coming to an end. You were feeling extremely proud of how far you have come on your own and having coped through this intense period without Wrio was testament to your growing strength. Right now, all that was on your mind was to receive your long awaited reward - to finally be in wrio’s arms again.

So imagine the almost religious excitement you had while counting down towards the day Wrio would return to your shared apartment. On the day of your last written examination, he had lovingly sent you a beautiful morning message of encouragement - Wait for me in bed without panties when I come back tomorrow.

You snuggle in bed and wished that it was already tomorrow’s night right now. You grabbed a little chibi sized doll that looked like a mini Wrio and hugged it to your chest.

I’m going to finally see you tomorrow.

Slowly, you drift off to sleep.

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Wrio enters the room silently. His icy blue eyes almost seem to be glowing in the dark, his usually sharp eye lines softening into an uncharacteristic gentleness when he trained his sight on your figure.

He sees your figure lying there wrapped in a blanket. He smirks in anticipation at the prospect of finally unwrapping his long awaited present. He slowly climbs up the bed and peels the blanket of you. His eyes darken in dizzying thirst as his starved body starts anticipating your soft body.

His cold and callused fingers slip under your nightgown, deliriously taking his time trailing your smooth jade thighs before he slowly reaches the apex. To his surprise, he reaches another soft covering that was still wet to the touch. Even though it wasn’t the surprise his was expecting, his body begins to heat up even more rapidly as he felt his crotch tighten painfully in excitement as he pictured you sprawled out on the bed; your sweet fingers trying to desperately please your aching clit that missed the touch of its true owner, your beautiful round breasts trembling under the moonlight as you pant and moan his name.

He gulps another breath to restrain himself from tearing your nightgown apart immediately. Instead, he lines his chest to your back, reaches his hands from your waist to your pussy and starts rubbing your clothed clit.

Just under a few of his masterful strokes, the sleeping bud began to bloom and harden in recognition of its master, trying to peek through the panties to directly meet his touch.

Wrio feels your body start to pulse in pleasure as you subconsciously whine in dripping need, your cry urgent and needy, like a cat in heat mewling for salvation. Your twitching body rubs against wrio’s own clothed cock as he began kissing your neck.

His familiar warmth coupled with the overwhelming sensations finally starts to rouse you awake. You blearily blink your lidded eyes as you try to orientate your mind and distinguish whether your brain is creating a dream to comfort your lonely mind. Just as you try to turn your head, Wrio moves forward and nibbles your ear.

“Awake, sweetheart? Did I not tell you to wait for me without panties?”

As Wrio speaks, his uses one finger to dig beneath your panties and slowly glides over your dripping hole.

“Hmm… perhaps you didn’t miss me as much to have forgotten about it. On the other hand, this one seems to miss me much more.”

Wrio dips two fingers in your nectar, before clenching your rosy bud in between them, rubbing and pinching your love juice all over it as if trying to give it a bath.

Your body trembles harder in lust and pure delight as it registers that it was not a dream.

“Wrio… you said you were coming back on 28th… I thought…I thought you were only coming back at night since you told me to wait in bed…”

You pant in difficulty between breaths as wrio began fingering your pussy.

“Ah, that’s my fault.”

He suddenly stops his hand and you immediately turn more out of fear of disappointing him than reacting to the loss of his touch. When he finds your teary eyes face to face to his, he gently cups your cheeks in his warm palms and kisses your watery lashes.

“It is my fault for not elaborating, sweetheart. When I said to wait for me in bed without panties when I come back, it was to rid you of the hassle of wearing them when I know that it will be off the whole day soon. So sweetheart, while I might have actually preferred the unexpected surprise of finding you still wearing them with leftover traces of your desire for me, you are still not going to be able to wear them for the whole of today, or maybe even the whole of the upcoming week. “

Part 2 coming up soon!

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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Never Say Die

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I can’t get this concept out of my head steve being a prisoner instead of hopper and coming back home.

Steve sat in the back of the car, unsure what to expect. Six months. Six months he hasn’t seen his friends, who he considered to be his family if anything. He wished he could say that it had been six months since the last time he seen his parents but that would be a lie. Strange how he could place the date and times when he last seen his real family but yet he didn’t know when he last seen his parents. It was a chilling thought. He doesn’t remember being this nervous about seeing his parents for the first time in a long, long time.

Then again this was under different circumstances. Last time he seen Dustin, Robin and Erica it had looked like he had died. The last time he seen Hopper and Joyce, both of them had been trying to reach them from god knows where with their own personal Russian translator. Now, when he steps out of this car his new life will begin. One that was much different compared to before he “died”.

He was stunned if anything. He doesn’t know how he survived. He had thought the torture he had endured at star court, tied to a chair was bad. Little did he know, the Russians got very creative in their homeland. His body sometimes still aches from his time there. Though, he’s been through hell and back nothing was more scarier then seeing his family again. What if they were different, what if they didn’t want him back? All questions that were bothering him. All questions that disappear the the second he he sees all of the kids gathered together in a drive way. Smiling and laughing as they all help the Byers unpack their boxes into a nicer home then what they had lived in before.

He smiles to himself. He’s unsure if they were told he was coming. He stops the agent in front of him from stepping out. To break the moment he was watching. Lucas was laughing as he carefully holds one hand on the back of Max’s back. Crutches under her armpits as she leans on on foot. Her other leg in a cast, along with one of her wrists. Both of them talking to each other in a way that told him they made it through the little dispute from six months ago. Off to the right of them, stepping out of the van carrying boxes was Jonathan. Handing them to Nancy, who was smiling brightly up at him. Mouth moving as she talked. Next to them, in a bean bag sat a boy with long silky hair. Obviously stoned off his ass as he wore a button down shirt eating pizza. Steve wanted to hear some of what they were saying, he pulls his window down just a smidge to catch Jonathan laughing.

“You know, the pizza was supposed to motivate you helping us carry our stuff in.” Hes looking at the other with a smirk. Steve chuckles softly to himself before his eyes move over seeing Will sitting on the hood of a car. Talking to El, who seemed to have lost all process in her hair growth. Both of them huddled together and talking with serious expressions. Both of their faces cracking into smiles when Mike comes walking over to them. There’s something awkward going on there but it seemed like they were all friends.

The front door of the house opens further, and Steve’s heart stops. Breathing not in his dictionary anymore as he watches Robin Buckley walk out with flying hands. God it was so her, though what takes him by surprise was the fact she was wearing his letterman jacket. How the hell she got a hold of it was beyond him. Then again Dustin must have told her where the key of his house was hidden. Let her in and it warms his heart in a way that doesn’t even make sense to know she wanted something that was his. Her hair is in a Bob and she’s yelling at someone. That someone showing his presence, walking out behind her. Steve’s in a near heart attack and near tears when he sees Henderson walking out with a cap on. Hair styled in the way that he had showed him, a hat firmly placed on the top of his head. Mouth moving a mile per minute. Talking right back to Robin. Even from here Steve knew the kid was being obnoxious.

“Come on Robin. It’s not that bad, right Eddie.” The boy turns. Looking for confirmation from Eddie the freak Munson. And Steve really shouldn’t be that shocked that Dustin would find a friend in a drug dealer. If there was trouble in Hawkins, Henderson sure as hell would find it. Steve’s about to freak out, but stops when he sees the amused look on the metal heads face. His hair was much longer then what he remembered it being.

“Sorry dude. Im with Robbie on this one.” Eddie moves a hand playfully moving the others head on his shoulders. None of them noticing the suspicious car on the other side of the street. Next came Joyce, whose hand was wrapped tightly in Hoppers. That was not a shock to see at all. Both of them laughing as they look around at the children. Like Steve had.

As expected, Hoppers eyes land on the car. His face going a bright red as he lets go of Joyce’s hand. Storming forward catching everyone’s attention. Breaking the peace as he looks like he’s ready to kill someone. “Get the hell away from my property. Don’t need the god damn government spying on my daughter. Last warning, next time I’ll -“ his words die in his throat as Steve steps out of the car. Hoppers back blocking the view of everyone behind him.

Steve looks at him with a amused look, holding his side. Body still recovering from his stint in another country. “Wow, nice welcoming home gift hopper.” He laughs. Coughing a little from the bruised rib. Though the bruised rib is nearly the least of his worries as Hopper pulls him into a bear hug.

“Never got a chance to thank you for saving Joyce and the kids. Considering the fact you fucking died.” Hopper gruffly rasps. “Everyone’s going to freak you know.” He warns.

“I know.” Steve says softly. Stepping back with a tight smile.

“Hopper what’s going on?” Joyce is now walking over. Obviously warning the kids to go inside. All of them complaining and bickering as they do. Steve could hear them. Her face pulls into a shocked expression when she sees Steve. “Oh my god.” She gasps as she moves nearly tackling him.

“What is it mom?” Jonathan’s voice is heard from the van.

“Everyone inside now.” Joyce yells. Helping hopper hide steve from everybody. They knew that the second they all seen him, the neighbors attention would be all over them. Something that they didn’t need was for everyone talking about how a whole group of people started sobbing in the middle of the drive way. That and Steve Harrington was supposed to be dead. Word got around, that was all they would need.

When he hears the front door closing Joyce finally looks at him. Looks right through him actually. “Oh god what did they do to you.” She sounded in pain as her hand cups his face. All of them still standing in the middle of the road. Only remembering where they were when a car try’s coming through. Hopper quickly thinks as he pulls off his ugly Hawaiian shirt. Quickly tossing it over Steve’s head. Who starts to gag.

“Oh my god you stink. I shared a cell with a guy who had stomach issues and you somehow stink more then our toilet.” He gags, being dragged up the driveway. Letting Joyce’s hand wrap around his as she moves him to what he assumes is the front door.

“Shut up-“ hopper rasps out.

“Honey, everyone’s going to freak out. Are you ready for this?” Joyce sounded like she was crying herself. Hand shaking in his. Steve felt like his world was just beginning again. Rotating, revolving whatever the earth does. It was happening again for him.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m ready.”

Im thinking about doing a part two though I’m unsure. If I did write more, it would be eventual Steddie. I don’t know if I should though 😭 should I?

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thejujvtsupost · 3 months

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Smitten: The First Date

It’s been way too long since I’ve updated this series and I have so many ideas for them coming up. Lmk if you wanna be added to the series taglist!

Notes: F!reader, first official date, anxiety and jitters, fluff. Just really fluffy.

“Satoru you’re already running late, I’ll be okay here.”

“The kids will understand. Do you want another blanket?” Gojo’s class started three minutes ago and he refused to leave his office until he was sure you were set.

You’d been taking up the couch in his office during the day for the last few weeks, it soothed some of Gojo’s anxiety about leaving you alone now that his energy was rubbing off on you.

You nodded your head and Gojo draped another throw over your body. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer before your leg healed so you could freely walk; maybe then your boyfriend would relax. (Unlikely) “The kids rely on their teacher to be on time, but thank you. We should bring in a space heater tomorrow, how did you get by without having one in here so far?”

“You’re always cold, and it’s not that bad usually but I don’t spend much time in here; too lonely. You know I’m not far and text me if you need anything at all. I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Go be a teacher before Yaga decides to hire someone with better attendance please.”

“Kiss first!” He exclaimed and kissed your lips before pulling away with a ‘mwah!’ sound, leaving you laughing at his cartoonish display.

You just shook your head at him while reigning yourself in, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Are you sure about this, Kugisake? It looks like a lot with the flowers on the table too.”

“Girls love surprises, Sensei. Last time Fushiguro poked his head in she was asleep, this is literally the perfect time.” Nobara was putting the finishing touches on the makeshift dining table, while Yuuji and Megumi plated the food- something they took surprisingly seriously. Really they just wanted to impress you. “You should go get her before the food gets cold.”

Gojo followed the directions given to him by the 15 year old girl and took the short trip down the hall.

You were still sound asleep, and he heavily debated on postponing but the kids were indiscreetly spying on him. He couldn’t back out on it.

“Hey, baby, it’s time for lunch.” He knelt down to your level and rubbed your shoulder until you stirred- he hated waking you up. He hated it a little less when you gave him your half asleep smile.

“Lunch?” The coffee table was empty, usually he brought lunch with him.

“We’re actually going on a little mission, you and I. So up you go!”

“‘Toru! Crutches!” He had you in his arms and out of the room before you could even reach for them.

“Nope!” What did he mean no? How long was he going to carry you?

“Ta-da!” Apparently not long. Your boyfriend sat you in a chair and did jazz hands at the display in front of you- you put together then that it was a date. Your first date.

It was all arranged carefully and the food made your stomach grumble. “‘Toru this is wonderful! You didn’t have to do all this!”

“The kids helped, they’d kill me if I didn’t give partial credit.”

“I kinda figured since there’s three mysteriously floating heads spying on us in the doorway behind you.”

Gojo turned around, shooed them away with only some complaints, before closing the door and returned to your lunch date. “I know our relationship hasn’t evolved in the most traditional ways but I still wanted you to know that I care about the normal stuff too. A lot has been going on but I hadn’t even taken you out yet.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything-”

“I know,” Gojo sighed. “But I pulled you into a world you never knew existed and now you’re stuck with my baggage too. I think you’re doing great by the way, you haven’t even tried escaping.”

“Tried escaping- you’re ridiculous sometimes Satoru. Your world isn’t baggage, I know it can be cruel at times but it’s not all bad. It’s just a different experience, but I feel like I found my place with you all; I’ve never had that before…”

“You always have a place where I am, always.” His tone was serious enough to make your heart feel warm. Sometimes Gojo catches you off guard with how much he cares. His silliness is only one piece of the puzzle that is your boyfriend.

“Well I guess it’s good that I wanna be where you are, always.”

You both smiled at each other, and if you chose to ignore the sets of peeping eyes through the classroom window; then that was between you and the first years.

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megalony · 7 months

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They're Joined

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by Anon, thank you for this I love writing dramatic, angst pieces. I hope you like it.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: After a day trip, the Diaz family are on their way home when they get caught up in a crash. The 118 work to get them out when their lives are in danger.

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A soft smile lit up (Y/n)'s face as she slowly turned in her seat to look behind her in the back of the car. Her gaze fell on her son and she smiled brighter as she watched him for a few moments.

He was in his carseat, biting down on his thumb and rocking his head and chest back and forth, lightly bashing into the seat. He had a big smile morphed around his thumb and his legs were swinging back and forth, catching his shoes on her seat but she didn't mind. He was ecstatic.

It had been a long time since Chris had visited a zoo and the hour and a half drive had been more than worth it to see his face light up. He had zoomed around on his crutches, never tiring even though he had been walking about for hours. Every so often Eddie had picked him up and sat him on his shoulders to give him a break or let him get a better view of the animals.

His favourite had been the penguins, which was why he had a stuffed penguin toy tucked under his arm, pinned against his chest. (Y/n) had worried they wouldn't be able to get him to leave the zoo but he had been hungry and the promise of a takeaway for tea was enough to get him back in the car.

He had been stimming for the last hour.

Every now and then a squeal would break through over the noise of the radio or Chris would push back in his seat and rock so much the carseat started to creak and bash. But his parents were used to it and his happy stimming like this always made them smile.

(Y/n) slowly turned back round and shuffled down in her seat, relieved they were only twenty minutes away from home now. It had been a long day and she wanted to get out of the car and get something to eat.

Just when she reached her hand over to hold Eddie's thigh, her eyes widened and her lips parted silently. She caught Eddie's eye, noticing his raised brows and he tilted his head to look in the rear view mirror. Chris was doing echolalia.

"Then we were running and I ran-"

(Y/n) couldn't make out the rest of what Chris was saying, each word was said faster and faster until he was messing up his pronouncing and mashing the words together. His voice got higher as he continued to repeat a few random, unrelated phrases he had heard until he stopped himself and screamed excitedly.

It wasn't very often that Chris would do his echolalia during the day, it mostly happened at night when he was trying to fall asleep. It was a condition where Chris would repeat words and phrases he had heard, some of them recent and some of them could have been from months ago. He didn't understand what he was saying, it was just his brain processing and repeating and it usually happened at night when he was excited and winding down to sleep.

They had heard him say a lot of random things over the years and it was surprising how Chris could talk in full sentences when he was doing his echolalia. But then when he was talking properly to them or at school, he didn't always use enough words or use adjectives or connecting words. He was a lot slower at talking when he was engaged in conversation whereas like this, he talked so fast even he couldn't work out what he was saying.

Eddie had started to watch what he said around his son after hearing him one night repeat 'he ran into the fucking fire' followed by a loud giggle. It was surprising what Chris could hear and remember.

"Someone's happy,"

"He won't be sleeping tonight," Eddie reached down for (Y/n)'s hand that was on his thigh and raised the back of her hand to his lips. They knew this would be a possibility when they decided on a day trip out but it was worth it to have Chris so happy and elated like this.

"Yeah but we already knew that."

The next scream that Chris let out, (Y/n) and Eddie joined in too; but for a completely different reason.

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Something burned in Chimney's stomach and ignited deep in his chest, causing his steps to falter when he got closer to the crash site. He could feel his breaths getting clogged up in his throat and the med bag on his shoulder started to slip when his shoulders sagged down and his feet went from running to a floppy shuffle.

He knew that truck, he had seen it hundreds of times in the car park behind the station.

He moved his hand to grab the med bag that was almost falling to the floor and he picked his feet up. Shuffling awkwardly through the mess of cars that had slammed on their brakes and spun to a stop to avoid the pile up in front of them.

"Oh fuck," Tears were already welling up in his eyes without seeing the damage or commotion that was happening inside the truck.

That was Eddie's truck.

There wasn't a lot of space around the truck, it was banged up pretty good. The passenger side was slammed up into the concrete barrier separating both sides of the motorway and there was another car wedged up at the back of the driver's side. There was only a small angle of room where Chimney would be able to open the driver's door and try to get in and help. They couldn't even pull the truck forward because another car was rammed into the engine that was smoking and making a clicking, whirling noise that didn't sound good.

He dropped the bag to the floor and yanked on the door handle until it swung open and slammed into the empty car next to it. There was just enough space for Chimney to climb up onto the small step and lean inside the truck to see what was going on.

He didn't like what he saw.

Eddie was in the driver's seat, slumped forward onto the steering wheel with his left arm bent around the wheel and his right arm stretched out towards the passenger seat.

Reaching down, Chimney pressed a finger to his neck, relieved to feel a strong pulse and hear his deep breaths.

"Alright Eddie, help's here." He pushed himself higher on the step to try and see over Eddie's back towards the passenger seat. "(Y/n), can you hear me?" A groan from Eddie was the only response he got.

He could barely see (Y/n), she was slumped against the door, her hair fanned across her face hiding her from sight but Chimney could see glass littering her body. The window had broken as had the windscreen. She was slightly hunched over and if the seatbelt wasn't bound around her, Chimney could see she would have fallen down into the footwell.

"Christopher? Hey, you with me?"

Chris wasn't responsive either. He had his glasses slung around his neck, his chin pressed down into his chest with his head slumped forward and his arms crossed loosely over his chest and a teddy slumped between his legs.

Oh dear.

"Attention, I need a lot of backup over the East side of the pile up to the black Ford truck. Guys, it's Eddie. Repeat, Eddie and family are trapped unresponsive in the truck. Bring the saw."

He would need a lot of help getting all three of them out of here and he needed the metal saw or cutters or something like the winch to get enough room to get them all out. If they had spinal injuries, they might have to hoist them through the windscreen.

When another groan left Eddie's lips, Chimney could have cried in happiness, it would be more helpful to have Eddie awake and able to tell them what hurt and see if he had internal damage. But if he was awake and his family wasn't, it was also going to make the situation a lot harder for everyone.

"Eddie, it's Chim. Take it easy, I'm gonna ease you back and check you over, the team's all here to get you out."

He braced his hand on Eddie's chest and held the back of his neck before he slowly helped him sit back up in his seat. It would be easier to assess and talk to him if he was upright instead of slumped over like that.

Eddie started to blink and he twitched his head away when he felt unfamiliar hands on his neck trying to assess whether he had any spinal damage or nerve damage. He didn't. He could feel his legs, he could wiggle his toes in his shoes if he wanted to and every part of his body was on fire but he was waking up and that was good. His vision blurred for a while and he jerked his arm when he felt Chimney pressing on his chest that felt like it was tight and aching.

"Can you move your toes for me Eddie?"

"Yeah," It hurt like Hell, but he tapped his feet up and down against the pedals as he felt Chimney turn the engine off for safety.

"Eddie!"

"W-where the fuck am I?" He shook his head but it only made the unbalanced feeling get worse and turned the world on its axis. He could hear Buck calling out for him over the dull ringing in his ears.

"You're in the car, you've had a collision but we're gonna get you out, just hang tight." Chimney patted his shoulder before he jumped down and leaned over to talk to Bobby. "I can't get to (Y/n), she's unresponsive and Chris doesn't look too bad but he's unconscious in the back. Eddie's waking up,"

"Alright, Hen break the back window and get Chris checked out. Buck switch with Chim to get Eddie out and Chim, you and me will get on the engine and check (Y/n) through the windscreen. Go."

The truck was rammed in at all angles, the only way to get in the back would be to break the boot window and climb over to get Chris checked over. If he had no spinal or nerve injuries it would be a lot easier to get him out they could break the back window and ease him through that way. Eddie could get through the small opening in his door and wait near an ambulance if they could get him that far.

And for (Y/n), they were going to have to climb onto the truck and go through the already broken windscreen.

As soon as Eddie's horrendous roar emmited through their ears, Chimney moved and Buck hopped between the cars to get to the door and see what was going on.

"Eddie, hey it's Buck it's me! Let's get you out of here and I can help (Y/n), come on-"

"No!"

"Eddie I have to-"

"I can't- I c- Fuck!" Tears spilled down Eddie's face and he slammed his head back into the headrest and pummeled his left fist into the dashboard beside the steering wheel. He let his aching head flop to the right to look at his wife but when he heard the engine groaning from the team climbing up, his eyes shot up to look at Bobby. "Don't touch her!" His elbow flew into Buck to get him off before he reached up and held his arm out towards them.

"We need to check her over-"

"We're stuck!"

"Cap, they um… they're joined." Chimney crouched on his hands and knees as he leaned his head through the windscreen, being careful of the broken glass but he could see why Eddie was suddenly panicking.

In the struggle, Eddie had reached his arm out to try and help pin (Y/n) back in her seat so she didn't get whiplash or fly onto the dashboard. When metal chunks went flying through the windscreen, a long, thin shard of metal punctured through the middle of Eddie's hand and went into (Y/n)'s lower chest. They were pierced together, the team couldn't move Eddie without moving (Y/n) at the same time.

They were pinned.

"I'm gonna take a look I won't move either of you, okay?"

Chimney leaned his chest onto the dashboard and laid down so he could reach them easier.

The first thing he had to do was check (Y/n)'s pulse and her breathing. She had a pulse, her heartbeat was fluctuating and uneven but it was there and that was all he needed right now. He could see her chest rising and falling beneath Eddie's hand that was splayed out on her chest. Chimney kept his hands steady and firm and stretched his arms out towards them.

His hands patted over (Y/n)'s neck, shoulders and then down towards her legs before he moved back up to her chest.

"She's got a few broken ribs," He couldn't hide the grimace from his face when he pressed around (Y/n)'s hips and her torso. "I think her pelvis is broken. The metal is below her heart which is good, it might have pierced her stomach though. We have to move quick."

He couldn't add pressure to the wound and he couldn't cut off her blood supply because of where the wound was. (Y/n) needed circulation to the rest of her body, there was no way to cut off her blood supply to stem the bleeding like there would be if the metal was in her arm or her leg.

"W-what about Chris?"

"Hen how's Chris doing?" Bobby rested his hands on his knees and peered through to try and see Hen who was now sat in the back of the car next to Chris.

"Fractured arm, possible concussion but some glass had cut open an artery in his leg. I'm gonna have to do a stent and tie off his leg before we get him out."

"Oh God," Eddie tipped his head back and smothered his mouth with his hand to stop himself from screaming. He kept his palm pressed tightly to his mouth, morphing the Spanish prayer his mother used to use in times of crisis because if there were such things as miracles, Eddie sure as Hell needed one right now.

He darted his eyes back over to (Y/n) the moment he felt Chimney touching his impaled hand which flinched and twitched in response.

"It's a clean cut, looks like it's missed the main bones. Eddie, I'm gonna have to pull your hand off of the metal and (Y/n). The metal has to stay in her to stem the bleeding but we can pack and bandage your hand for the ambulance journey."

"Do it."

"I'll get you a shot of-"

"Just rip it off, we don't have time to fuck about. Get my wife out of here,"

He wasn't bothered about a shot of morphine which Eddie knew from experience would do very little to take the edge off. The most it would do was make him feel limp and lethargic and he couldn't afford to be anything other than awake and alert. He had to be with his family and keep watch over them. (Y/n) was the one who would need a shot of pain relief if she started to wake up from this.

Eddie wanted her in the ambulance as quick as they could manage.

"Alright, here we go." Chimney carefully strapped a neck brace around (Y/n) and tilted her head back before he rummaged around in his med bag Bobby handed over to him.

Eddie watched with pained eyes as Chimney cut a strip up the middle of (Y/n)'s top and ripped it away from the metal punctured through them both. A clean view was needed to pull Eddie's hand away and try to keep the metal as still within (Y/n) as possible so she didn't get any internal damage. His left hand curled around the steering wheel and he hissed through his teeth when he felt saline and a solution being squirted all around his hand and over (Y/n)'s chest and stomach.

"Keep your arm still and let me move your hand,"

He didn't need telling twice but he wished he had something to bite down on just in case either (Y/n) or Chris could still hear what was going on. He hated to scream in front of them but the pain was burning and it dragged out because Chimney had to move slow. At least when Eddie had been shot at, it had been quick and countered out by adrenaline.

Carefully and slowly, Chimney pulled Eddie's hand up until it squelched off the metal and was finally free. He handed Eddie's hand over to Bobby who washed it down in more solution before packing gauze to either side and wrapping a bandage tightly round to keep the pressure.

"Eddie we need you out so we can get a back board in there and move her."

"No, no I'll get her out with you," He flung his belt off to the side and shifted round in his seat, muffling a groan when he felt his knee twist and spasm. It was either dislocated or broken and Eddie hoped for the first.

He could do this. He was awake, alert and no longer punctured into his wife, he could get her out of here and he could help Hen get Christopher out if she needed assistance with that. He wasn't standing by like some idiot who didn't know what he was doing. He was part of this team and this was his job, they did this every day, it wasn't that much different. Eddie was just sitting on the other side of the line this time.

A silent look passed between Bobby and Buck and with a nod of his head, Bobby gave the order.

Eddie couldn't help with this. He was hurt, in pain and he was concussed, not to mention this was his family and he wasn't on shift. They wouldn't be liable if (Y/n) got injured during the process of getting her out and it was found out that Eddie helped get her out.

He was too close.

"Wh- no! Get off me! Let me GO!"

Scream after scream flew past Eddie's lips and he flung his arms out to grab the door frame when Buck held him under his arms and started to tug him out of the truck. He had to get out, they had to be quick and get (Y/n) and Chris out of there and Eddie couldn't help.

Buck held his breath, tensed his arms and pulled until his closest friend was out of the truck and his legs flopped beneath him to the floor like a rag doll. He didn't give Eddie the chance to try and scramble back into the car, he shuffled backwards and hoisted him along, kicking, screaming and elbowing him to get back in the truck.

Reaching behind him, Eddie dug his nails sharply into the back of Buck's neck and roared, pulling his head down with a jerk to try and get him to let go but it didn't work. Buck let him go and flopped him down onto unsteady feet before he moved round and stood in front of him like a boulder.

"Traitor!" Eddie slammed his fist down on Buck's shoulder but it didn't make that much of an impact and all Buck did was frown and look like he was about to cry. He was put in an awkward position and all he wanted to do was help but he couldn't let Eddie get involved in this. "T-they're my family, if they… I need to be with them,"

When Eddie slumped forward and pressed his forehead into Buck's chest, Buck wrapped his arms around him and held him up.

"I know, I know."

With Eddie out the truck it was easier to get in and get ready to move (Y/n). Bobby got the backboard while Chimney undid her belt and they both eased her up onto the board as slowly as they could so they didn't move the metal too much and rupture something. Once she was strapped on, Chimney pushed the board up through the windshield and climbed out with her.

"Go follow (Y/n) to the ambulance and I'll help get Chris out," Buck gave Eddie a nudge towards his wife before he headed over to the back door that was jammed up against another car. He noticed Hen had managed to roll the window down after she got Chris stabalised. "Pass him through and I'll carry him."

"Easy, do not move or jostle his leg or the stint won't hold,"

Chris was slowly passed between them and Hen held tight hold of his legs and helped shift him round until he was laid over Buck's arms. And just before he turned to run towards the ambulance, Hen leaned over and placed his penguin teddy on his chest.

"He'll be needing this."

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"How are we doin' in here?" Bobby peered his head around the door and took a tentative step inside but what he saw melted his heart.

He noticed Buck first. He was sat in the plastic chair on the left side of the bed, his legs propped up and crossed on the bed and his body slouched back in the seat. His chin was resting on his hand and he was fast asleep, still in his uniform with his blazer slugged over the back of the chair.

On the floor by Buck's feet, was Chimney, sprawled out asleep with his arms folded over his chest and his head leaning on Buck's leg.

On the other side of the bed, sat Eddie. He was in a dark blue reclining armchair that had the bottom propped up so Eddie could stretch his legs out. His jeans were cut around the middle of his thigh on his left leg and his knee which was dark purple and swollen, was fitted in a brace. It had dislocated during the crash and putting it back in place had almost felt as bad as the cut in his hand.

His right hand had been stitched up and wrapped in a thick clean bandage that went down over his wrist for safety.

He had taken his shirt off in the emergency room so they could check him over and send him for an X-ray which they had also done on his hand and found only one little break in his hand. And now he was sat in just his jeans with a tight bandage wrapped around his lower chest since he had broken two ribs and fractured a third.

Despite the ache that was pulsing through every part of his body, Eddie was still sat in the chair with his son curled up in his arms.

They had put Chris under a mild sedation to fix his leg and bandage it up so he couldn't scratch or pull at his stitches and they had set his arm back in place and put it in a cast from his wrist to his elbow. But when he woke up, no one had been able to stop Eddie from picking him up and walking up and down the room with him like he was a newborn again. He swayed him in his arms, whispered and sang to him to calm him down and as soon as (Y/n) was out of surgery, they went to her room and refused to move.

The metal had successfully been removed and her stomach had been stitched up. Her pelvis was slotted back in place and bound tight just like her chest for her broken ribs and stitches.

She wasn't awake yet, but they weren't expecting her to be after the sedation she had been put under.

When Buck and Chimney found out that she had been moved into a room, they used their uniforms to get past the nurses and hid in her room with Eddie and Chris. And subsequently fell asleep.

"I think we're okay," Eddie waved Bobby inside before he rubbed at his tired eyes and tightened his arms around Chris who was sound asleep on his chest, cuddled up with his penguin. The weight was more comforting than aching and uncomfortable, Eddie would take any amount of pain if it meant his son was comforted and close to his chest.

He couldn't come close to losing either of them again.

"I'm glad to hear it, Hen's on her way down to pop by and see you."

"Cap?"

"Yeah?"

Eddie didn't know what he would have done if the team hadn't reached them so quickly or if they hadn't all have thought on their feet and got him and his family out of there. They didn't let their closeness cloud their judgements, they got everyone safe and got them out and did what was best.

"Thank you,"

#eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz x reader #eddie x reader #imagines #911 imagine #911 fox #bobby nash #evan buckley

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 month

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I Need You To

Casey Novak x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: pure fluffy fluff, established relationship, injury, hospital, coming to terms with a disability, insinuations of sex Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: After a serious injury, you're diagnosed with a disability that inhibits your day-to-day life. There are accessibility tools you can use, but you're self-conscious about using them out and about. Your girlfriend, Casey, is there for you every step of the way.

"Hey, Case, can you grab my glove?" you called, double-knotting the laces of your cleats. You were jittery with excitement. It was your first softball game since last October, when you'd broken your ankle running to first. And then played through it. And then fallen again and slammed your head into the ground and passed out. You'd woken up in an ambulance with a teary and terrified Casey grasping your hand so hard she almost cut off circulation. She was livid when she found out later that you'd been hurt and kept playing.

But you were better now. Well... mostly better. At the emergency room after the game, the doctor had examined your x-ray, MRI, and EEG results.

"It looks like you've broken this bone in your ankle before?" he said, frowning.

"I have."

Casey whipped her head around to look at you, her eyebrows a question mark. The doctor stared at you pointedly.

"How many times exactly?" he asked.

You felt yourself shrinking under Casey's hard gaze. "Uh... this ankle? Three times."

"In how long?"

"The, uh... the last five years."

Casey's jaw dropped and you winced. You were gonna get an earful on the way home.

"What about the other ankle?"

You felt like you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper grave.

"Twice."

"Any other broken bones? In the last five years?"

You listed them off, trying to avoid Casey's eyes.

"My thumb, my wrist, a toe or two."

"Any falls with seemingly no cause?"

"Yeah."

"How many?"

You glanced furtively at Casey. "More than I can count."

The doctor nodded and asked you a few more questions. Casey sat beside you, fuming, as you answered.

At the end of the visit, you had two crutches, a boot cast, some heavy-duty pain meds for your concussion, and a referral to a genetics clinic.

"I think you might have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome," the doctor had said.

Casey googled the condition all the way home.

"Y/N, this is serious," she said earnestly, supporting you as you hobbled through the door of your apartment.

"I don't know. None of that stuff you said about it sounded too bad. I'm just super flexible, basically."

Casey rolled her eyes at you. "Yeah, and apparently break every bone in your goddamn body on a regular basis."

When you were scared, you froze. You always froze. Casey did not. Casey made sure you scheduled your genetics appointment. She made sure you went. And when the geneticist confirmed the Ehlers-Danlos diagnosis, she was the one who asked what things you could do to help the condition, while you stayed silent, anxious and overwhelmed.

You just wanted everything to go back to normal. So what if you broke a bone more frequently than everyone else? It was no big deal.

"It is a big deal if it keeps you from doing things you love," Casey argued on the way home. "And if there are things you can to do to get better, you should do them."

"I guess so," you conceded, staring out the window of the cab.

"Y/N," she said, gently grabbing your face and turning it towards her when you didn't answer.

"Why can't you just let it be, Casey?" you whispered.

"Because you deserve to live the best life." She looked at you so intensely you had to look away. "You deserve to live without fucking breaking a bone every year. You deserve to play softball if you want to and run if you want to and not look at the fucking ground the whole time when we're on a hike because you're so scared you're gonna fall and break something."

You glanced at her, surprised and a little ashamed. "I didn't know you noticed that..."

"You love being outside. I'm gonna notice if you're looking at tree roots instead of a mountain vista. I just didn't know why."

You looked away, anxious about the Ehlers-Danlos. Anxious about what you'd have to do to make it better. Anxious that all those things wouldn't make it better in the end, would all be for nothing.

"Hey," she said wrapping an around you and planting a kiss on the side of your head. "We're gonna figure this out, okay?"

You nodded and exhaled quietly. "Okay."

Now, after months of healing and then more months of physical therapy, you were finally cleared to get back out on the field. You couldn't play catcher anymore—unnecessary strain on your ankle and knee joints, the physical therapist said. But you'd been practicing playing third base with Casey, and you'd grown to enjoy it almost as much as playing catcher.

"Casey, come on!" you yelled, tapping your foot on the floor. "We're gonna be late!"

Casey sauntered in, team uniform on, softball bag slung over her shoulder.

"I put your glove in the bag," she said, then dropped a pair of AFOs in front of you. "Put 'em on."

You hated them. You hated the way they looked, like some kind of plastic, kiddie Forrest Gump contraption. You hated that they altered the way you walked, the ease with which you could run and twist and reach.

You shook your head. "You know, I don't think I need them. I've been doing the exercises and stuff. My joints are stronger now."

"Y/N." Her voice was forceful as she squatted down in front of you. "Put. On. The AFOs."

"No," you said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. "I'm telling you, I don't need them." You stood, making a move toward the door.

The pure, physical fact of the matter was that Casey was bigger and stronger than you. She didn't manhandle you often, but she did now. She grabbed your shoulders and shoved you back down onto the chair, huffing as she pulled off one cleat and then the other.

Now you were both mad.

"Casey, it's my fucking decision," you argued, trying to wrench your foot from her grip as she slipped the AFO over your softball sock. "I don't want to wear them! I hate wearing them!"

"I need you to!" she yelled, her face flushed, looking at the ground.

You watched her, your anger dissipating as you saw the worry in her eyes.

"I need you to," she repeated, softer this time. "I don't want to carry your body off the fucking field again."

You were both silent and still for a moment, Casey's hand resting on your leg, yours running gently through her hair.

Casey resumed her work on the AFOs, gently pulling on one and then the other, tightening the Velcro straps, forcing your cleats over them. You let her.

"There," she said, looking up at you. "Was that so bad?"

You hadn't worn the AFOs out yet, not where people could see them. You always had on sweatpants or joggers or jeans, something that covered them up. But with your softball shorts on, everyone would be able to see.

You avoided Casey's eyes, your hands shaking at your sides.

"Y/N," she sang, taking your hands gently in hers and flattening them, massaging the stress out.

"I look stupid," you whispered, trying not to cry. "Everyone's gonna make fun of me."

She cupped your face in her hands, looking earnestly into your eyes. "No one's gonna make fun of you, sweetheart." She brushed her thumb along your cheekbone. "And if they do, I'll kick their asses."

You nodded, still slumped in the chair.

"I think you look hot," Casey added, grinning slightly.

You rolled your eyes at her. "Yeah. Sure you do."

"I do," she nodded, moving her hands to your hips and planting kisses from your collarbone up to your neck. "In like a... cyborg, Inspector Gadget kind of way."

"What?!" you said, laughing. "That's so dumb."

She finally made her way to your lips, and the warmth of them took your breath away, made your stomach flutter.

"You know what's really hot about them, though?"

"What?" you replied, following her out the door.

She kissed you one more time for good measure. "It's one more thing I get to take off of you afterward."

You smiled, blushing. Maybe the AFOs weren't so bad after all.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #casey novak drabble #casey novak one shot #casey novak fluff #law and order svu #svu #autistic #neurodivergent #casey novak x autistic reader #x autistic reader #ehlers danlos syndrome

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hey it me again. Let’s try this for round two of my request for the tadc cast ( plus Caine) helping a reader with crutches at the breakfast table after they accidentally left them for the new i.h.a.

TADC cast x reader who uses crutches!

Side note I'm on mobile still for tumblr and my asks are getting weirder; the asks look fine in the inbox but when I go to answer them it like. Makes it on long thing, single worded lines. it's annoying and I dont like it!! It happened with the last request too grrrgrr

CAINE:

It takes him a while because it's not uncommon for circus members to skip out on IHAs, I mean zooble openly says they dont want to do them! But when he decides to go make sure you're not doing anything you're not supposed to (cough cough going into the void/j) he stumbles upon you

You can practically see the gears running in his head before he realizes the issue

Immediately zooms to your side and makes a show of apologies while helping you up

Shit he might even be frantic enough to scoop you up

Honestly I feel like Caine would feel so so bad and he would try to make it up to you

POMNI:

Feels very bad when she realizes you're not around; shes still trying to get hard to the digital world so shes still learning everyone and their whole deals

You know how some characters run with their hands out in front of them. In like a weird scurry. I think pomni would lowkey run like that when she tries to search every corner of the circus for you. Shed already check your room and a bunch of the halls before she even thinks about the main area

Letting out a stream of apologies as she gives you a hand, trying to let you know that she didnt do this to be malicious or hurtful

I think it would take a while longer for pomni to really, really, embed your needs into her schedule since shes juggling so much between coming to terms with being trapped and finding an exit, but she does promise to do better (and she does, eventually!)

RAGATHA:

It's rare that ragatha would just up and forget something like you needing crutches to really be able to move around; even rarer for ragatha to forget you as a whole for a brief moment

No I think the only way this scenario would work is if caine suddenly sprang up the days adventure out of no where as soon as the last person was done eating; and he decides to make it a really high energy chaotic one that takes everyone off guard

It's not long until she remembers you were left behind, though, shes probably one of the few who would take probably at most 10 or so minutes to go and get you.. jax is the second, oddly enough

That said she's apologizing and fretting over you before filling you in on everything you missed

Very sweet very nice, she wont let it happen again

JAX:

I like to think that jax does the "really fast run that he did leaving kaufmos room" a few times, especially when hes struck with a brilliant idea for a prank. So there definitely has been at least a couple instances where he left you behind. It's not so much that hes doing it out of malice, but its like. Those huge motivation spikes that prompt you to work ASAP, you know?

"Heh did you see that, reader?" After the prank he planted in an IHA goes off, turning around to find you're not here

Puts two and two together and runs off to where you were before and pulls you up

Lazy apology, I think, I mean I think jax is the type of person to struggle with apologizing but thats just me

KINGER:

Genuinely forgets because I mean... kinger has multiple instances of forgetting/not noticing gangle is right next to him in the pilot.. so do I really need to explain that kinger simply forgets? Obviously hes not doing it to be mean, assuming kinger truly is losing his marbles

I think it would require someone else outwardly asking where you are before he suddenly swivels in every direction trying to find you

Similar to pomni he runs around trying to find you before finding you by chance

Rather than immediately apologizing and helping you he runs over to you and expresses that he was scared SKMETHING had happened to you and how relieved he is to find that ultimately, you're okay

Then the streams of apologies start

Though I think this is a rare occurrence, because hes always trying to keep you in his line of sight; to align it with my other kinger hcs.. hmm.. perhaps this could happen in one of his worse days

ZOOBLE:

Zooble likely skips IHAs, so it would admittedly take them a while to find you. I mean if they're not at the IHA then they cant notice you're missing. I think they would find you when they decide to leave their room to wander the grounds, far from the chaos and

Oh!

You're kinda just, there. It looks like you had fallen over, your crutches far out of reach; perhaps you had tried to leave yourself after being stranded for a while

Zooble feels.. bad.. but they're flat in terms of expressing their emotions outside of annoyance and fear/surprise, so it kind of comes off as a

"Oh shit man my bad" reaction as they quickly try to get you your crutches and help you up

Takes you to their room after the fact, apologizing for bolting off so fast after breakfast

GANGLE:

Doesnt take long for her to realize you're not here, too, shes probably behind jax in regards of how fast shes going to retrieve you. Letting out these short squeaked apologies while helping you up; probably struggles doing so because shes made of ribbon and likely isnt that sturdy (I'm sorry that was mean)

Honestly you two probably skip out in the remainder of the IHA, gangle feels too horrible to go out and continue it snd you're tired, you know?

Two mirmir

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiiiiii! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote most of this chapter while rewatching to all the boys I’ve loved before because reader is sooooo Laura Jean coded. Not proofread, enjoy!

(E/C)- Eye color, (L/N)- Last name.

Mentions of suicide, mentions of poison, mentions of stabbing, (Romeo and Juliet spoilers???), Cursing.

Word count: 1.6k

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Chapter 4: I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you,

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Monday, your first day back to classes since your little incident, and although you wanted to be excited for it, it was hard. Sure, the ability to leave your small cramped dorm room was nice, being able to feel the crisp November air breeze through you once more rather than the shitty AC system in your dorm was a nice change of pace from the past few days, but your injury made the whole thing annoying.

Having to awkwardly place your crutches next to your desk and praying to God they didn’t fall in the middle of class (they did about a fourth of the time), pretending like you didn’t feel the stares of your other classmates when you go from one class to another, or acting like you don’t see them turn to their friends and whisper about you. It also gave almost every guy within a 20 foot radius a “knight in shining armor syndrome”, so if it looked like you were even so much as struggling to grab a pencil from your bag, you’d have to deal with a bunch of senior boys racing each other in order to be the first to help you. Lucky you have most of your classes with MJ, being your actual knight in shining armor, shooing them away from you like they were a pack of stay dogs, but when she wasn’t around you they stuck to you like flies in honey. You and MJ weren’t the only ones annoyed by theses guys.

Currently, you’re sitting in your Advanced placement literature class. Your teacher droning on about your next and last assignment before your class would move onto the next unit which was the Victorian era of literature, usually you would be excited about starting a new class unit but your usual energy had been thoroughly drained out of you due to all the extra attention you weren’t used to. Sure you were one of the “well-known” and “prettier” girls on campus but you never had the amount of attention that you'd been receiving throughout the day on you before.

“As for your final assignment, I will be having you all pair with someone at random and you will all have to perform a scene from one of the two plays we read in class, also from random.” Your teacher finishes with a smile, not even faltering in the slightest when the collective groans erupted throughout the classroom. Ms.Covey was really playing into the stereotypical English/Drama teacher troop with this assignment. She let out a small chuckle before continuing, “You’re all so dramatic, don’t worry I won’t grade on acting skills, more so on your efforts that you put into the performance. You don’t have to be an amazing actor, but I do want you all to try.” She finishes as she bends gown to grab two small pastel coffee mugs, and places them onto her desk. Calling your classmates by random to go pick a paper from the pink mug (the ones with the scenes), before picking out from the green one (the one with names).

After the third or fourth name that wasn’t yours was called you began to zone out, your eyes looking up and the ceiling as you began to count the little holes on the tiles as you propped your elbow on top of your closed hardcover notebook, your cheek resting on your opened palm, subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, tasting your strawberry lip gloss when you wipe away the residue from your teeth with your tongue. You let out a quiet sigh as you lost count after passing 40, you were about to start over when your ears perked up after hearing an oh-so familiar name was called up.

“Mr.O’Hara, come up and pick your scene please.” Although the way the words were phrased, the command came out more as a question. Curiously, your (E/C) eyes made there was to look over to the left, watching as the male begrudgingly got up from his seat, the chair making a small scraping noise as he cursed quietly under his breath in spanish. He could feel your eyes on him, despite the rest of the classroom watching him as well, he always knew when you were watching him, maybe it was because he’s grown almost a sixth sense that was dedicated to just you, he’s convinced himself that he could always find your eyes in a crowd, the idea almost drives him mad. Why does God have to curse him with your presence?

His large tan hand went into the pink mug and pulled out a price of paper that was a bit thicker feeling then the rest, most likely being one with a bit of a longer description, before handing it over to Ms.Covey, his bored stoic eyes purposely avoiding yours. Although this would usually be normal for you both, it felt a bit odd, since after your last interaction with one another. Your teacher let out a surprised hum when she opened the small strip of paper.

“This is an interesting one… Your scene is going to be Act 5, Scene 3 from Romeo and Juliet.” She mumbled the first part to herself before saying the latter half louder, so he as well as the rest of the class could hear. You couldn’t help the smile that began to creep on your face, you didn’t even need to open your copy of the book to know exactly which scene that was. That scene was the one where Romeo visits Juliet with the impression she’s dead and is so distraught and filled with grief, that he takes his own life by drinking poison, before she wakes up and follows his lead and takes hers by stabbing herself with a dragger. The scene was heart wrenching, and beautiful and tragic and Miguel is totally gonna butcher it. The thought of Miguel having to act out that scene was absolutely hilarious! You can’t wait till class ends, you’re gonna tease the ever living sh- “Miss (L/N)! You will be his partner.”

Your smile instantly dropped, Shit. No, no, no, nooooo. Your hand instantly shot up, you didn’t even have to glance over to Miguel to know his face held the same look of slight panic when he turned to face your teacher.

“Ms. Covey-“ You and Miguel both began in unison, you not even waiting for her to at least call your name, but she quickly shuts down any type of protest you or he could spit out. Her hand coming out in front of her in a stop motion as her expression shifts to one of mild annoyance.

“Ah- Don’t start. I don’t want to hear it!” Her brows scrunch closer together as she sends you both a pointed glare before continuing, “No switching, don’t even ask. Besides, this will be a good excuse for the both of you to bond, maybe you’ll learn to at least get along enough to not bicker at the time.” You lowered your hand back down onto your desk, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips.

This is gonna be a long assignment.

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Your chewed on the inside of your check as you put your book down and reach for your phone again, only to see that another 15 minutes have passed. You let out a groan and shut your book with a small slam, startling yourself a bit as you began to put away your supplies back into your book bag, before slinging it over your shoulders and grabbing your crutches to make your way back to your dorm.

“What a fucking asshole… I don’t wanna do this assignment with him either, but the least he could do was text me while I was still in my dorm… he knows it’s hard for me to walk still…” You ranted to yourself quietly as you carefully made your way down the ramp of your favorite school library. You and Miguel had (begrudgingly) agreed to meet up at 5:30pm at the library to go over the assignment, read over the lines and whatnot. That was the plan at least, but after an hour and a half of waiting without so much as an update text you had decided to throw in the towel. You couldn’t wait for the next time you see him so you could rip him a new one. Now you had to walk limp? from the library back to your dorm by yourself, that was all the way across campus. Not only that but the fall weather was not being forgiving as the temperature began to steadily decline, your fleece lined tights underneath your school uniform and your bomber jacket doing very little to keep you warm, the bleak darkness of nightfall already covering Nueva York thanks to daylight savings.

You were only halfway back when you had to stop for a break, hazardly dropping your stuff on the other side of the bench you were resting on. Miguel totally owes you one. You closed your eyes, letting out a small huff as you placed your gloved hands coming over and rub your face, disregarding your tears of frustration and blaming them as your body’s reaction to the skin-numbing coldness.

“Need a lift?” Asked a voice asked from… above you? You pulled your hands down and cranked your neck up to look directly above you, your lips twitching upwards slightly. “Well- a swing.” He added, making you let out a small giggle, already going to gather your stuff.

“Nice to see you again, Spider-Man.”

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yerion · 1 year

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jeon jungkook being perfect was a fact you could vouch for; up until he appeared to church without his dear fiancée and his chocolate coloured eyes that delineated so much kindness. the question is—why is it just you noticing his sinister differences?

pairing : jungkook x you (as jia). au(s) : vampire!jungkook, forced roommates!au, enemies to lovers!au. genres : dark romance, mutual pining, slowburn, angst, innuendos of suggestive themes.

content : you tear down jungkook’s fake front of being the most generous soul without knowing he’s an attractive yet menacing curse who lived for way too long. on days you want him to vanish, you sway at his sickly charms—and so does he.

your relationship with jungkook tied into a playlist.

next chapter. chapter directory. masterlist.

chapter one.

word count : 4,6k.

“do you know of the man that lived here?”

here, the woods surround trees that must have been long forgotten before this investigation. brutal winds destroyed all nature’s roots, and no single soul can underestimate the darkness that could be held within. it’s the obnoxious flashlights at this time of night that’s disrupting the normalcy of this forest, but apart from that, nothing would.

this place is so dark—to the point it’s terrifying when you observe closely, but why is it only now you realise this? how come you didn’t recognise the fear behind the cover earlier, especially when you’ve been here… countless times?

“let me change the question,” the policeman continues to interrogate sternly, “how did you find this place?”

with a shaky breath stuck on your throat, you squeeze your eyes shut to collect yourself. in this moment for you too, it’s dark—exactly like the outside world—the place jeon jungkook used to shield you from.

“please cooperate with our investigation.”

“i—” you suddenly stop the second you feel a harsh thrashing in your chest. as if your heart is struggling for survival, knocking against your ribcage without knowing how much damage and havoc it’s causing, it slowly burns you, and the pain starts to radiate from your chest to the bottom of your feet—like you’re rooted to a pool of lava.

“call the ambulance!” the policeman’s voice is faint now, like it’s further in the distance.

then, a deafening ringing finds your ear, suppressing all noise outside. the high pitched noise living in your ear draws nearer, and when it does, the sound becomes more unbearable as the decibel gradually climbs uncontrollably.

it hurts.

it hurts like crazy.

your ears are on the verge of bursting while there’s a burning pain blossoming in your chest that’s spreading all across your body like poison.

what is this?

what’s happening?

why now?

with eyes at rest, you hear an unexpected gift—fine rain dropping down silvery and small, pattering against the dirt as umbrellas snap shut in the background of nature. petrichor—the perfume made of rain and the earth flourishes in the air, so you inhale through your nose and relax the muscles in your hands.

“jia!”

you turn your head at the voice that bent your reality in half. the picture your eyes grasp is an old childhood friend of yours, waving frantically in front of the gated cathedral. much time hasn’t passed since you exited from today’s mass, but as for your friend, he just happened to walk out now—in which you assume that he’s the last one out this afternoon.

“hey!” jimin exclaims, brushing through his hair instinctively as he comes. his hair was blonde last week, but today, it’s dark as ever. he does tend to shine the most in his natural colour. “you tossed those crutches away pretty quickly.”

“i never wanted them to begin with.”

“at least tell me you’re not actually dismissing medical advice.”

“i’m not.”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure!”

“how sure?”

“what am i, a problem child?” you shake your head as you wiggle your right ankle for a show. the bandage clinging against your ankle loosens once again, but you’ve dealt with it enough to possibly care for it immediately. “i want to live peacefully and kindly. to do that, i should take care of myself.”

“wait a minute,” jimin dramatically covers his mouth. “you’re actually capable of having such thoughts?”

“thanks to my beautiful mother and father, i’ve been taught many good things.” with your lips firmly pursed, you nod at least five times in fast forward.

“and pat your own shoulder for teaching yourself to hang tight.” jimin suddenly becomes serious, seeing his eyes soften as he inhales a slow breath. “i was worried to death when this all happened to you.”

“just a reminder for you, my friend—this is a minor injury.” you mumble, “i’m sure you know that as a dancer yourself—that this is totally normal.”

“this isn’t your first time, jia.” jimin articulates. “the problem is that it’s recurring.”

“if that was really a huge problem, i would be more worried than you right now.” you coo while leaning forward, arms behind your back. “think about it, jimin.”

“you’re not the reliable, trustworthy type.” jimin quips. “how unlucky for you.” he steals the chance to flick you on the forehead, in which you immediately wince, bouncing back at the pain. “that’s for you to pay extra attention to yourself!” he warns playfully.

before you can smile and reassure your beloved friend that it’s truly normal to break down sometimes, you suddenly feel a crisp wind harshly slice your bare skin, naturally causing you to swallow the words you had in mind.

soon, the sky snaps into a heavier torrent of rain. blue is nowhere to be seen, only dull greyness painted across the heavens. each drop crackles; smacking down onto soil and concrete. the outside looks like it’ll drench you within seconds, especially after seeing that the downpour has no pause.

“did you hear that jeon jungkook funded the church with a generous amount again today?” unbothered by god’s work as she seems, mrs. na gossips loudly to the crowd.

“that young man sure does give out a lot of money.”

“i heard that he owns properties!”

“i heard he’s born in a very rich family.” one woman gasps exaggeratedly, slapping the shoulder of the other lady in her forties who’s also invested in this effusive debate.

“with that young brain of his, he’s probably making good investments unlike my husband wasting all of his money!”

“his fiancée is also rich!” mrs. kim exclaims obliviously. “that explains why they’re considering marriage at such a young age!”

you and jimin eye each other telepathically. he raises an eyebrow of his and you simply shrug your shoulders wordlessly since there’s only room for one conversation. however, feeling randomly magnetised, you and jimin remain still in your places to listen in on details—because even to the younger audience, jeon jungkook is a bit of a paradox.

though not completely debunked, you’ve heard that jeon jungkook crazily wealthy at the pretty age of 25. it’s no doubt he owns a few properties, but no one dares to ask if all that’s inherited or if it’s from meticulous calculations manufactured inside his head.

“the marriage is purely driven by my affection towards her.” just by hearing his deep, breathy voice, you could tell with eyes closed and back turned that he’s chuckling at the rather stereotypical emphasis.

“oh, jungkook!” mrs. kim exclaims enthusiastically yet awkwardly. she’s been caught in the act, but by a person who still smiles at her despite all the talking she’s done. “how is everything going for you?”

you see jungkook nodding beside his fiancée—nakamura kazuha. “great.” he peers down, smiling warmly at the eyes shot towards his existence. “only a shame since there’s never enough time to thank each and one of you.”

“goodness!” mrs. kim blooms into a loud laughter as she slaps the woman beside her in excitement. “how did your parents raise you so well!” she exclaims, openly eyeing the lady who has her arm linked with hers.

“i wonder!” the lady next to mrs. kim—mrs. gu, also mimics her laughter as if commanded. “are your parents living in korea?”

“not at the moment.” jungkook says. “they live somewhere else since they dislike our winter.”

“is that so?” another lady—a name you totally forgot, casually chirps into the conversation.

“and… hm?” jungkook leans his ear closer to kazuha’s lips to listen to her closely. he’s trying to finish the sentence for her as it seemed to be relevant to his story about his parents. “right, they also did say they prefer food outside of korea.” he smiles differently at the detail she remembered—you could tell that smile is exclusive for his lover, judging by how corny it is.

“you two are like newlyweds.” mrs. gu chuckles heartily. “did you say that kazuha is a ballerina?”

at mrs. gu’s last word, you feel jimin’s gaze plastered onto you. it’s not like her words were particularly laced with honey and glaze, but to you—especially—is unfortunately a soft trigger.

“is she?” mrs. kim gasps loudly like a cog clicked in her head. “our lovely jia is also a ballerina!” she turns her head in hopes of searching for someone that definitely looks like… you. “jia, sweetheart, come over here!”

heat crawls up into your body the moment you feel gazes piercing into you like arrows. a breath of nervousness was at the tip of your tongue until jimin shoves you airily, encouraging you to take a leap out of your sustained introverted personality.

“mrs. kim,” you smile helplessly at the unwanted attention in your spot. honestly, you feel even worse about it because you know how eager everyone was to hear more about jeon jungkook and his prosperities under magnification.

“come introduce yourself!” mrs. kim gestures to you to approach.

“mrs. kim!” you answer joyously like you were summoned out of absolutely nowhere. in fact, you decide to forget that you were eavesdropping this entire time with your childhood best friend. “how can i help?” you act obliviously the second you join their open, incomplete circle of people. you stand tall while subconsciously tensing your weaker ankle—at least in here, you desperately didn’t want to stumble over yourself.

jungkook offers his hand out to you. “forgive my lateness, but it really is a pleasure to meet you.” he breathes out, “my name is jungkook.”

this guy is outrightly handsome, almost prince-like with his soft, wavy strands framing his face. it’s either he takes style as one of his valuable coins or he’s dressed fittingly for the environment because his hair is sculpted, which can only be created with meticulous effort. the middle of his forehead is visible unlike jimin’s, but his hair falls in a much more intentional way with obvious complexity. his masculinity is preserved, if not, it’s actually enhanced. aside from that, most of his features are round, which should naturally attract smiles, but he’s still inevitably intimidating—like every prince in a fairytale. his choice of a pale blue button up shirt interests you further, simply because the guys you’ve run into so far would prefer monochromatic pieces. park jimin, for instance, would refuse to stand near such a gentle and graceful colour.

“not late at all.” you smile coolly as you take his hand. however, momentarily, you pause—you’re aware that you should be shaking his hand as per etiquette, but it was almost impossible to dismiss his cold temperature. your poker face is a massive failure alone anyway.

“jia,” jungkook murmuring his thoughts loudly to himself hangs you off guard. not only did he ask for your name, but it’s the entracing way his voice suddenly dipped so low to roll your name off his tongue.

anyway.

“and kazuha,” you try your best to pronounce her name decently. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“me too.” kazuha replies concisely in an accent. then, she quickly retreats to whisper to jungkook in japanese. kazuha mentions ballet as she looks fixedly onto you.

“kazuha says she’s a fan.” jungkook says. “i hear your achievements in the world of ballet are extremely impressive, especially since it hasn’t been long since you started dancing. am i on the right track, miss prodigy?”

flustered, your hands are the first to act—you wave both hands frantically, dismissing all bluff about achievements and prodigies. “i didn’t think you could be this dramatic.” you shake your head like you’ve been fooled. “but really, you’re exaggerating! it’s not much, i’ve still got a journey ahead.”

“being a principal ballerina with a handful of wins is news.”

“and contributing to the church with such a generous amount of money isn’t?”

“well,” he clicks his tongue in revelation before breaking into a grin; his eyes squeeze shut in a rather cute way. “a skilled performer like yourself should know the spotlight isn’t something to share.”

“she’s a cheeky girl.” mrs. na divulges with the intent of being sentimental. from what you recall, mrs. na has been a close friend of your parents for countless years. your six-year-old memories tell you so.

“that’s definitely another name added to the list for her.” jungkook jests, and the friendly, middle-aged bystanders all chuckle at his wit. not to mention, you’re quite pleased with his demeanour as well—and it’s literally only been a few minutes.

“if i could choose, please keep in mind i’d much prefer the latter.” you backtrack with a series of unserious coughing.

jungkook reciprocates your limited humour with a handsome smile. “i’ll be sure to send my greetings when kazuha and i see you around next weekend.”

“same goes for me.” you return the profound smile, genuinely pleased with your interaction with the infamous couple. it almost makes you think the world is unfair since they really did happen to be quite perfect as imagined by others.

“are you two heading off now?” mrs. kim asks.

“only because we might crash into our booking if we leave any later.” jungkook replies politely. you can see that he doesn’t like to leave any room for misunderstandings.

“just be careful out there, the rain is still heavy.” mrs. na advises sweetly. “the road will be slippery.”

“i’ll keep an extra eye out.”

“that reminds me,” mrs. na looks at you whilst wearing a worried guise. her eyebrows are furrowed and both corners of her lips have sunk—you find her endearing because she never fails to be readable. “do you have a way home, jia?”

right.

about that.

you’re a fascinating human being for not thinking about your way back home after witnessing how fierce and deranged the weather is as of this moment. even right now, it’s still an uncanny flurry and battle of the wind and the rain. speak about dark, and today would be the finest example for the science and art of meteorology.

“isn’t your car still under repair?”

“until tomorrow!” you squeak optimistically; rather unfitting for this ambience. the adults all retain gazes brimmed with concern while the weather is insensibly loud. “jimin is waiting around somewhere, we’ll leave together when the rain settles.” you propose a lie constructed on the spot.

“jimin left not too long ago!” mrs. kim waves her finger to the car park. “you should’ve seen him accelerate out of this rain like a simpleton.”

gritting your teeth behind a forced smile, you sigh short and heavily to yourself. you know this guy busted out of here because he’s itching to dance for his next competition. lucky for him, since his house is nearby. you decide to think about how to repay your best friend with a taste of revenge maybe a bit after you deal with this old-fashioned situation everyone at least finds themselves entwined at least once or twice in their lives.

“did he?” you chuckle nervously. “i recently found this application on my phone and it finds a taxi for you in minutes—no, seconds!”

“where are you headed?” jungkook tilts his head in curiosity. “the restaurant we’re headed to is further away, so i’d say there is a chance we’d pass by your suburb.”

“oh my, how good!” mrs. na exclaims, now clapping at ease. “would you do that—”

“i don’t know,” you widen your eyes at mrs. na, hoping she gets the message you’re desperately trying to send her. “how big of a chance would that be?” your question is for jungkook, but your dilated eyes are still openly aimed at mrs. na.

“potentially quite big, i think!” mrs. na clasps her hands against yours; her warmth consuming you as whole. “she lives in gangnam, somewhere next to station exit 9.”

“come with us,” jungkook suggests. “we’re going past gangnam.”

“if it’s too much trouble—”

“it’ll reassure us too.” jungkook insists determinedly. “shall we?” he cocks his chin towards the roofed car park and nods to comfort you once more for the long run.

without much going on in this car full of acquaintances, it’s predestined that the silence within provokes focus onto the thoughts clouding your mind. truth be told, it’s not the relapse jimin mentioned that’s submerging your head with negativity.

it’s all about your coach who reached out yesterday.

utter anticipation possessed her voice when she asked if you were recovering under the safest conditions. strangely, you felt desperate to enlighten her about your progress; your heart clenched a lie and called it a miracle when you spoke optimistically about your recovery rate. you delivered false hopes, simply because you discovered a new fear to not shatter the illusions for this person you look up to.

consequently, you agreed to compete in europe in a few months time—and you knew, deep within—that this would be your last time.

“is something bothering you?”

you get startled by the sweetness of his voice, “it’s nothing.”

“is that a habit?”

“what is?”

“nothing.” jungkook repeats softly after you. perhaps he finds it amusing he picked up on a detail so quickly, a grin naturally fixes his still lips. “you said it once earlier.”

“maybe.” a chuckle leaves your mouth after some thought.

“do you live alone?” he asks nonchalantly when he makes a smooth left turn with one hand of his. he becomes alert of his fiancée dozing off peacefully in the passenger’s seat when she sways faintly at his movement. “i have a feeling you do.” he guesses afterward.

“what makes you think that?” humming, you narrow your eyes into the front view mirror. jungkook has been peering up into the mirror whenever he exchanges words with you. “do i look too miserable heading back home?”

“it’s not that, but i was hoping someone at home would distract you from those thoughts of yours.”

you smile to yourself. “is that how i have to start thinking in order to be so successful?”

“you’re great as you are.”

“nowhere prince-like though, so i’m not too sure.”

“is that your attempt to tease?” as expected, jungkook flicks his eyes upward, causing both of your eyes to meet. like yours, hints of mischievousness hide behind his eyes too.

“it’s a misunderstanding,” you pronounce each word in a whisper, “your highness.”

“i beg to differ.”

you stifle a chuckle as you watch raindrops rolling down the window beside your visage. you absentmindedly let your fingertips chase each droplet running down the glass until your eyes accidentally make eye contact with jungkook in the front view mirror again, except in complete silence. when you roll your eyes over in hopes of escaping his eyes, jungkook triggers the blinker and makes another turn.

“so,” you clear your throat as if nothing ever happened. “how did you meet kazuha?” tapping your fingertip against your thigh instead of the window now, you slant forward, glancing over at the sleeping beauty in the passenger’s seat in envy.

one corner of jungkook’s lips curls upward. “on the day she came to visit korea for the first time all by herself, she was asking for directions when she was already there. she asked where this café was when she happened to walk past it twice.” taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds, he turns to kazuha next to him. “i knew she’d be on my mind for the rest of the day after that. i found myself wondering if she made it back home or if she found a place to eat dinner.”

“i knew you were the one to approach her first.” you murmur while rolling your eyes to the side with the clear intent of avoiding jungkook’s eyes.

jungkook elicits a breathy laughter. “please don’t forget that i’m the person steering this wheel.”

you bob your head amusedly. “of course.”

“how about you?” jungkook inquires when he begins to press on the brake gradually. the car drifts to a stop, and you only notice now that you’re in the vicinity of your neighbourhood. “do you have someone special to you?” by pressing his elbow against the armrest between the two seats in front, he’s able to turn his head to watch you out.

“not someone, but something.” you remark confidently. “thank you for the ride, i really appreciate it.” hands already hovering above the car handle, you lower your head to a considerable degree to express your gratitude towards him first.

“we’re glad to help.” jungkook smirks ambiguously. something about his grin this time makes your head tilt, but you have no idea why. “stay away from the cold and get home safe.”

the weekend, and now the weekday—monday. the world is back and running again. in the bustling city of seoul, there are adults scurrying to meet the standards of unsparing office hours, teenagers stopping by at the convenience store before taking the next bus to school, mothers accompanying their children to daycare for the sake of themselves making it to their workplace as well; whether it’s at a mundane office crowded with malicious or cordial co-workers, a repetitive hospital cascading with pessimism—and needless to say, other imaginable work environments.

you avert your eyes back onto the road, feeling as though you’ve been staring for longer than anticipated. the red light flickers off as your attention returns, and you swiftly make a turn into a campus you’re familiar with.

established in the backstreets of nowon-gu, there hides a compact yet modern university funded by prosperous graduates of the school. the newly revamped design of the building was developed by one of the aforementioned students. its exterior—seems to be highly inspired by ancient greek. a single glance, and there’s gigantic pillars in arrays, marble stones smelted in the ground and walls. however, its interior—is the definition of futurism. fitted with this era’s advanced technology and stylish furniture bestowing the lecture halls and libraries, it’s undoubtedly a desirable look anywhere.

the business you have here is simply for the dance studio, since you did sign up for your own downfall whilst blatantly ignoring the rehabilitation period of your ankle that acts as your lifeline in this career. but—behold, on the more colourful side, you think your ankle feels even better today; alleviated from tension, you’ve been stepping on the brake and accelerator marvellously today. pretty much most of its function is back.

(you’re not gaslighting yourself.)

“alright,” cheeks puffed, you blow out some air in nervousness. upon parking your car in the corner, you carefully exit the car by planting both feet simultaneously onto the ground. you almost hop out to ensure that your weight doesn’t collapse against one side. “see, see, see!”

(and this is you being overly dramatic.)

just like that, you follow your usual route to the dance studio. as your eyes capture nature kissed by the sun today, you realise the heavy rain completely subsided. it’s as if nothing ever happened and it was an abrupt outroar from the heavens—in which, you can totally relate to. god wasn’t the only person going through absurdity yesterday.

tossing your annoying long hair behind your shoulder, you take your time admiring the landscape of youth. if you witnessed busy and distressed adults working in black and white earlier in the morning—at this time, you see lively students marching to their first lecture of the day. some are alone, unbothered while mouthing to their favourite music; some are cracking up into shrieking laughter at one another’s jokes related to their incidents during the weekend; some are couples making a fuss about how cute they are in the second hour into their awakening.

and… there’s someone awfully distinct out in the distance.

a taller, broader and sturdier build—a man—of course, people like that do unfortunately captivate you occasionally but you could swear on everything you have—he’s someone you’ve seen.

who?

there’s something about him that screams at you—like the fact that he’s not passing off as a student… or a professor. he’s dressed too finely for a student, and he’s too young to be a professor.

in his teal silk shirt free of creases tucked under his black jeans, the man whips around to make one decisive turn to your right—and in that moment, too much starts to compute into your head. if your mind could make noises, it’d all be static.

to the right is a conference hall—one of the biggest, and is usually used by students studying anatomy. from what you remember, it has the projector updated with the latest resolution to help identify details in the human body.

and his side profile tells all—his appearance isn’t easy to forget, but also, it’s only been a day since you’ve seen him. your memory is fresh as ever.

how?

did he move here recently?

when did he start coming to church again?

it’s been less than two months, and to organise everything—does it take around two months to find a job? is he even working here? what if he’s just a visitor?

why does all of that matter to you?

shaking your head in denial, an anxious chuckle leaks out of your mouth. “come on,” you babble mindlessly to yourself. “he drove you home in the rain, so you can literally buy the guy a coffee to repay him.”

hold on.

where the hell did he go?

you don’t remember lifting your gaze. even if that was the case, you’re isolated—you’re in a position where you can discern all, only because the dance studio is on the polar opposite of all lecture halls.

you huff, “is he a vampire or what—”

“what a lovely morning, jia.”

what… in the world?

there it is—that feeling; it’s the exact feeling you felt when he dropped you off yesterday. his words sink into you like needles, and you’re completely aware of how peculiar this is. all you can think of is that grin existing with the complete switch up in his voice.

mystified, you slowly turn around to meet his eyes. you acquire a dim glimpse of a few piercings on his ear that you didn’t notice yesterday. it wouldn’t seem as suspicious to you if they were ordinary piercings the pretty celebrities get, but his are a little avant-garde; a visual heavy street wearers would be entertained by—you don’t know why such a thorough analysis feels necessary whenever you see him, but it comes so naturally.

interestingly, that’s the only change too—the piercings.

just that.

“jungkook,” you smile indifferently. “i’m really surprised to catch you here.”

“likewise.”

“i assume you work here?”

“today’s my first day.” jungkook says—and just that.

“as a… professor?” you guess the odds nonetheless, simply because nothing else connects the dots. you’re still certain he’s not here as a student.

“not exactly.” jungkook hasn’t smiled. “i’ve been assigned to opening anatomical lectures for those who were absent, missed out, or needed additional teaching.”

everything is out of place.

your suspicion starts to feel real because he’s unquestionably acting out of character as well. the jeon jungkook you—no, everyone else knows—wouldn’t be permitting silence to consume the air this easily, at least not without questions that make it seem like he’s genuinely amused. because, in reality, you thought he was a smart guy who’s aware of the value behind open-ended relationships.

“always trust your instinct.” the senior police officer advised softly. she was smiling in kindness like she always has—eyes crinkled into shapes of endearing crescent moons, soft wrinkles grooved into her cheeks with a short, cute smile made by her imperfectly painted red lip.

“you’re just full of surprises, jungkook.”

what a plot twist you are.

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So this was one of my first ideas for the After Dinner Mints, although I wasn’t exactly sure how it was actually going to work… until about 2am yesterday, of course, when the whole thing came out at once

This is how things usually work for me. I regret nothing

Mithrun’s POV this time, and what might chronologically be the last of the mints… depends how many others I have that go past the resurrection 👀

Warnings! Mithrun’s a little maudlin, self deprecating, mildly contemplates death, and cranky for Very Good Reasons Definitely, but nothing serious

Definitely crack, a little self inflicted angst for flavour

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After Dinner Mints - Goodbyes

There was a bag that wasn’t his among the things ready for their ship. Well, that was obvious; Mithrun didn’t actually own enough of anything to fill even one bag, so almost everything ready to be loaded wasn’t his.

But there was also a new, large bag next to his tent, his bedroll, and Cithis’ things that she always put with his stuff so no one would inspect it.

He’d have thought the new bag might have been hers, except there was an entire tallman in it. Cithis wasn’t the type to kidnap anyone in a bag; she’d have them follow her on their own two feet (or sometimes crutches, wheels, or whatever else they used).

This was a mystery, and while Mithrun wasn’t particularly inclined to investigate, Cithis had asked him to stay out of the way while the ships loaded up. So he was out of the way, with the bags, and three suspiciously innocent looking convicts who were all grinning at him.

He didn’t have anything better to do.

How did he know there was a tallman in the bag? It was actually obvious enough that he was mildly surprised no one had mentioned it yet; if even Mithrun had noticed, someone else must have. The Canaries moved enough bodies.

It wasn’t long like a bodybag, of course. It was a standard adventurer’s pack, but larger than normal. There were straps on the back that Lycion had shouldered in his beastman shape, although Flamela had made him change back on her way past.

Lycion wasn’t even sulking about it, so he was probably planning to change again the second he was supposed to be moving anything.

The bag had protested when he’d first put it down, which was the biggest clue to its contents. The second biggest had been Fleki shoving it sharply and telling it to shut up, then stuffing an apple in the top.

Whoever was inside seemed to have eaten the apple, since a core came out not long after and Fleki threw it off the pier.

Mithrun knew it was a tallman for a few reasons; size precluded a halffoot or gnome, weight precluded an elf since Lycion wouldn’t have to change to lift a single elf on the island. Dimensions precluded most dwarves; the bag wasn’t tall enough for one to stand, or wide enough to allow the broader bones while sitting.

Elven hearing may not be as good as a halffoot’s, but he’d heard enough shifting to know whoever it was, was sitting down, probably uncomfortably given the way the bag moved with each shift. It wasn’t a loose fit. And there was something else in the bag, too, so not a large tallman.

Someone else was going to notice at some point that his squad had acquired… a prisoner? A stowaway? You probably had to be on the ship to be a stowaway.

If they actually got the bag on the ship, someone would have to deal with it. Probably Pattadol. It wasn’t going to be him, since he didn’t actually care who got on the ship and would just let anyone who wanted to actually walk on. Pattadol probably wouldn’t.

His gaze shifting from the lumpy bag back to the rest of the docks, a frown pulled at Mithrun’s face.

He hadn’t wanted anything, he still didn’t want much of anything, but… he had expected Kabru to come and see them off.

There was plenty of time yet, of course. The ships were still stocking provisions, the crew’s and the squad’s belongings all still waiting on the dock, so it wasn’t like it was urgent.

Everyone knew the Canaries were sailing today. They always seemed to know, gathered and whispering from the day the ships arrived to the day the ships left.

Mithrun used to care about things like that. He used to enjoy the attention, the mystique and maybe a little the fear that surrounded the squad. He’d liked being known, being acknowledged.

Now it was entirely irrelevant, except that everyone always knew. So Kabru knew. And Kabru hadn’t come to say goodbye.

Tallmen cared about things like that; so did elves, usually. Mithrun definitely didn’t. He never cared who he’d see on a given day (unless it was Senshi. Seeing Senshi was nice. Senshi had come to give him a basket of limes and warn him to eat well at sea. The limes were on top of his folded tent).

But Kabru had come to see him every single other day this week. With the dragon carved, it wasn’t like he actually needed to stay through the night and make sure Mithrun didn’t make himself mana sick finishing the job, but he had.

Until last night.

And now they were leaving.

And Kabru hadn’t come to say goodbye.

It was annoying, Mithrun decided. That was it. Annoying. Kabru had been so intent on Mithrun’s well-fare, insisting that he knew how to take care of him better than Mithrun could himself (accurately, but fuck him anyway). But he hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye.

People got sick of taking care of Mithrun sooner or later, and always left to do something more useful or even just to find a more cooperative or grateful patient. Three weeks was a new record, though.

Except for some of the Canary wardens, but they had died before the end of the three weeks. Kabru… probably wasn’t dead.

He’d have heard. Someone would have mentioned it. It wasn’t like there was anything dangerous going on, or a fight was likely. The monsters wouldn’t even come near what had once been the island.

(That was part of why they had to leave today; the country rising from the sea had already cut off a lot of the shipping routes, and if they waited much longer the ships would have to leave for deeper waters and they’d have to travel over land to meet them. They would already be sailing down a valley.)

It wouldn’t be anything so dramatic as a death, Mithrun was sure. Kabru simply… hadn’t come yet. He would, probably. And fuss about having been late, as if Mithrun cared that he hadn’t been there, or would even have noticed.

He wouldn’t have noticed. Except. He’d been put here, out of the way, with nothing to do. And Kabru hadn’t come to say goodbye.

His gaze wandered back over to Fleki. She’d probably enjoy a chance to use her familiar again, to take a look around the island. He didn’t know if she’d already acquired her mushrooms, but she much preferred flying to standing around anyway.

He could ask her to look for Kabru. As an excuse, to let her take a last flight. She’d like not having to carrying anything heavy on board. She’d complain less, which would be good for everyone.

And if anything had happened to Kabru, like he was lost, or dead, or hurt… he could be hurt. Tallmen were resilient and tougher than elves, but much less so than dwarves.

Just days ago Kabru had woken complaining of a stiff back and arm that he hadn’t been able to move properly all day. That could happen to legs too, probably. He wouldn’t be able to walk across the hill to the docks. Mithrun didn’t actually know when tallmen bodies began failing them on a regular basis, but it took hardly any time at all. A matter of decades.

Kabru was… probably still young, but what did Mithrun know?

The tallman in the bag would probably know. If Mithrun had the faintest idea of how old Kabru even was.

Less than fifty, definitely. Old enough to have been at Utaya, so over fifteen. Maybe not much over? Although Milsiril wouldn’t have let him out of her nest until he was at least twenty, probably.

She did have some other short-lived children at the moment though. And Kabru was very persuasive.

Anywhere from fifteen to fifty, then. That was about long enough for an elf to reach puberty, but tallmen were fast that way. Kabru was definitely an adult for his own people, but that didn’t help at all. When were tallmen adults?

How long did it take for a body worn by adventuring and repeated deaths in the dungeon to begin to wear out? Canaries certainly didn’t make the full 500 years of an elven lifespan, not even those who retired in good health.

Mithrun personally doubted he’d see his second century, although now that the demon was gone and only natural dungeons remained technically his odds had gone up. His reason for living was gone though, and he’d yet to make a new one stick.

He didn’t particularly relish the idea of spending centuries being moved in and out of a bed at other peoples’ whims. Especially if those people were going to give up on him in just three weeks.

Maybe Kabru was upset that Mithrun didn’t have any desires yet. Maybe he was disappointed that despite all his hard work, Mithrun had nothing to offer him. Maybe he didn’t want to admit he’d been wrong.

Three weeks was too short to give up, surely. Mithrun hadn’t given up yet, although he hadn’t really found a change. But tallmen lived so little time, three weeks was a lot longer to them.

He probably should have tried harder. He had tried, had tried to mention it any time he felt anything stirring in the hollow well of his chest. Whenever there was anything even like a desire, Kabru had been so keen to encourage him.

And it wasn’t like nothing they’d done was enjoyable. He liked trying new foods with Senshi, and watching Fleki and Otta chase Lycion around with a collar and leash to be his temporary “dog”. Kabru had laughed so hard there had been tears, and Mithrun had been worried until he understood they were happy ones.

They’d had… fun. More fun than he’d had in forty years. More fun than the rush of a good fight, of watching idiots cower and baffle themselves trying to work out what he’d done to their friends.

The bag sneezed. Honestly, it was like whoever was in there wasn’t even trying to hide. But then why would they be in the bag at all?

Fleki swatted at it a couple of times, and Otta swatted at Fleki. They were bickering about nothing, but Mithrun didn’t bother to listen in.

The Canaries were disbanding now. He would lose his squad too. Fleki didn’t even want him to speak to the Queen anymore about keeping her out of prison, since he was coming back to Melini.

Maybe that was why Kabru hadn’t come. Maybe he thought that since Mithrun was coming right back, it wouldn’t be goodbye at all.

If Kabru stayed in Melini. He’d been busy talking to Laios a lot in the days since the dragon was carved, and Mithrun hadn’t listened to any of it. It hadn’t been relevant at the time. Technically it wasn’t relevant now, not to him.

If Kabru did stay in Melini, it would be at the capital. With Laios. Talking to people, which was what he did best.

Mithrun wouldn’t be able to return by this dock, that much was certain. Too much of the land would have risen before they even reached their homeland. He’d have to return by ship, and then overland, all the way back here to see him again.

He’d probably have to come to the capital just to tell Laios what he was going to be doing. Technically it would probably be phrased as a request; it’d be easier to operate with the king’s blessing if Mithrun was going to patrol his lands.

He was going to do it whether Laios gave him permission or not, obviously. The house of Kerensil could afford to buy most of the country, so even on his trust he could afford supplies for what he wanted to do. He didn’t need permission, or a salary. He could make himself useful.

But he would probably see Kabru if he came to the capital, and Kabru would have information on where the monsters had been sighted. Kabru was diligent like that.

Diligent about everything except goodbyes, apparently. That weren’t even goodbyes, really.

Mithrun would be back in a few years at most. That wasn’t long, even for tallmen. Probably. He’d ask the one in the bag, either when they were caught or once they were on the ship.

That would have to be soon. All of the crates and barrels and supplies seemed to have been loaded; the crew were now carrying smaller nets and bushels of things Mithrun did not care about aboard.

A few of the dock workers had clearly noticed something was up with the bag. They kept pausing on their way past, frowning at it and at his squad. None of them stopped to do anything though, so it didn’t matter.

He did another quick scan of the docks.

Still no Kabru. They were running out of time. The Canaries loaded last, once everyone else was settled down, but even so.

If he wanted…

Did he actually want to see Kabru?

The thought tightened his chest, an ache almost like longing at even the concept of having a true desire of his own. It was just the ache of the void, though.

He’d expected to see Kabru. Had prepared himself for it, although he still didn’t really know what was going to happen. What Kabru would say, or want to hear.

How to tell him that Mithrun still didn’t feel anything, but that he wasn’t giving up. That he’d be back soon. That Senshi had written him a guide for noodle making, and had promised to show him more if Mithrun found him when he got back.

That Marcille had offered to lend him some books when he did return, still shy and uncertain in his presence until he’d mentioned needing a purpose to occupy his time. She’d written him a list too, of books he should buy. And promised him the first when he got back, if he wanted to read it to be sure.

It was some elven romantic drama that the old Mithrun would probably have breezed through and chatted about with her as a wedge; using her obvious passion to endear himself to her for his own ends.

He didn’t read much these days. He didn’t worry about endearing himself to anyone.

And while he’d expected Kabru to come, and probably be complicated and have feelings about everything, and while it was definitely annoying that he hadn’t bothered, Mithrun couldn’t move himself to ask Fleki to look for him. Couldn’t stir the desire to go looking for himself.

Which wasn’t a surprise. It was just business as usual. It’d take more than three weeks to kindle a whole new desire.

He definitely wasn’t sulking in any way, shape, or form. He was as apathetic as ever, and his squad were smuggling some stupid tallman in a bag in the most obvious way possible, and he didn’t care about that either.

He didn’t care about anything, and somehow it felt much more hollow than it had just a month ago. Probably the lack of desire to find the demon.

Cithis finally rejoined them on the dock, elegant and regal and it really was nearly time for them to leave if she was back.

Still no Kabru.

Mithrun’s shoulders hunched. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care.

But it should have mattered, and he should care, and even if he still couldn’t Kabru could. Kabru had said he cared. And maybe Mithrun had convinced himself that if Kabru could keep caring about him, then he could find a way to care about Kabru in return.

Even just repaying a debt.

Which didn’t matter if Kabru didn’t care after all.

Cithis swept them all with an impatient look, then sighed and turned to her fellow convicts.

“If you’re all quite satisfied with yourselves?”

She was probably referring to their extremely poorly hidden tallman. Mithrun glanced at the bag, his eye narrowing.

Maybe he did mind if they brought them on board. Maybe he didn’t want any tallmen on the ship. Pattadol would mind anyway, and she’d be annoying about it if they were already at sea.

The other three were all still grinning, entirely unrepentant and probably very satisfied. After all, somehow they were getting away with it so far.

“Oh come on, he’s not worked it out yet,” Otta snickered. Mithrun didn’t bother looking at her to confirm she was talking about him.

He had worked it out. He’d worked it out right away. He just didn’t care.

Fleki was just as loud, all unearned and unnecessary enthusiasm.

“He’s been like this for about three hours now, it’s great.”

Mithrun’s scowl deepened. He didn’t usually care when she was laughing at him; he didn’t usually notice. This was just ridiculous though. He wasn’t “like” anything.

Cithis sighed even more heavily, then gave the bag a sharp kick.

“I assure you it’s far less entertaining than these fools seem to think, now put the captain out of his misery.” She sounded bored, which was far more appropriate for the absolute nothing that was going on.

Mithrun definitely wasn’t miserable though. He was fine. He was about to resolutely turn his eye away from their nonsense and ignore the lot of them when a head popped out of the top of the bag.

Kabru’s head.

Kabru was in the bag.

Mithrun. Had no idea what to think. He just stared, completely taken aback, and Fleki dissolved into cackles so hard she had to sit on the dock.

“It’s been how long? The ship’s going to be leaving soon, I thought there was a plan?” Kabru asked, frowning up at the other Canaries.

Lycion grinned back at him, entirely unapologetic.

“The plan was not to let you out until we were all on the ship,” he explained cheerfully.

“And cast off,” Otta put in helpfully.

Mithrun hadn’t worked out how to stop staring yet.

Kabru scowled up at the rest of the squad, awkwardly trying to disengage himself from the bag.

“Oh come on, I told you I couldn’t actually go! I have duties to fulfil here, and-“ he cut himself off abruptly when he caught sight of Mithrun, blue eyes blowing wide as a flush rose in his brown cheeks, dark and hot.

Mithrun did managed to close his mouth. The staring was not stopping. He didn’t think he could manage a single coherent thought.

Unbalanced and still half in the bag, Kabru grabbed at Otta for balance and hissed, “how long has the captain been there?!”

It was Lycion who answered though, Otta torn between disengaging herself from Kabru or just laughing at the pair of them.

“Oh, he’s been here the whole time.”

To be fair, Mithrun could definitely see the funny side. Kabru looked mortally offended, opening and closing his mouth a few times while he glowered at the other Canaries.

It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened, although that meant nothing.

Somehow, they had persuaded Kabru that he wouldn’t be welcome at the docks to say goodbye, so they hid him in the bag. Kabru, for whatever reason, had believed they would let him out when they found Mithrun.

And they had found Mithrun, put the bag down, and waited for one or both of them to work out what was going on.

And if Mithrun had spared about three seconds of thought to wonder who they might have put in the bag, it would probably have been just as obvious. Because who else would they stuff in a bag if not Kabru? What other tallman would they even talk to?

But Mithrun had spent the entire time ignoring them all, because he was thinking about why Kabru wasn’t here. While Kabru was at most ten feet away, in a bag.

Lips ticking up into a smile of their own accord, a soft chuckle escaped Mithrun.

He’d spent so long wondering where Kabru might be, and hadn’t even stopped to consider that the answer might be “right in front of me”.

Kabru had gotten well into scolding the squad, and most of the way free of the bag, although one foot was resolutely still tangled. None of them looked remotely contrite, not even Cithis.

They all looked over as Mithrun started to laugh. He didn’t care, hand reaching to his eye automatically to check for tears as he laughed and laughed.

If he’d only asked, it would all have come to a head in an instant. Either asking where Kabru was, or who was in their bag. But instead he’d sat brooding in silence, and Kabru hadn’t even known he was here.

If Cithis hadn’t called them on their bullshit, he’d likely not have said a word until they’d boarded. There was no doubt in his mind that Lycion would have happily carried Kabru aboard, and then they’d have kidnapped him.

And for what? Why? The passing entertainment as they travelled? Not having to deal with Mithrun themselves?

No, he knew that much. He might not value his life yet, but he could respect that they did, and they had never objected.

It was just… all so silly.

He couldn’t have remembered the last time he’d laughed, just a week and a half ago. There’d been nothing to laugh about, not that he’d noticed.

Given that he’d just proved he wouldn’t notice one directly in front of him, that wasn’t surprising either.

Kabru’s expression softened as he watched Mithrun laugh, light and carefree.

It had not been comfortable in the bag, stuffy and cramped and, frankly, boring. He’d had his misgivings when Otta had suggested it, but the convicts had all been so sure that someone would kick up a fuss if he just went down to the docks.

It all turning out to be a kidnapping attempt wasn’t actually hugely surprising, although he was sure Pattadol would have made them bring him back.

He just… couldn’t have let Captain Mithrun leave without saying goodbye. And now they had almost no time for that, thanks mostly to the rest of his squad.

But Mithrun was laughing. He sounded happy, and Kabru couldn’t help but smile in response.

It wasn’t like Kabru really knew what he could say. The Canaries would be leaving with the tide, and the captain might be back or might not.

Either way, it would be his decision, and nothing Kabru said was likely to factor into it. He’d already made plans to do something with the monsters stalking the kingdom, which sounded like he would come back. Kabru had to hope he would.

It would be nicer to just let it all go and let their last conversation be an enjoyable one. They’d already wasted three whole hours; he didn’t want to waste anything more being annoyed.

Otta had already mentioned that the squad already had a plan in place for as many of them to return with Captain Mithrun as possible. He’d just have however long that took to come up with a prank of his own, as a fitting revenge.

—————

So the key to this was just realising that actually, neither Kabru nor Mithrun had an actual reason or need for Kabru to be smuggled around in a bag. The convicts just needed to think it would be as funny as I did

Also, Mithrun is Thee unreliable narrator and a filthy liar and I love him he was definitely sulking for absolutely no reason

(No one has told him of the cunning plot for Otta, Lycion, Fleki, and Cithis to all get to come back with him to Melini, but you will all learn about it down the line when I get to decide who will present it

It’s a super cunning plot I’m very proud of it)

(Fleki was definitely on the shrooms when she came up with it but it’s dumb enough to be brilliant and they have til they get back to court to come up with a better one)

#delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon spoilers #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi fanfic #after dinner mints: goodbyes #after dinner mints #bag that man up i will take him to go #captain mithrun #mithrun dungeon meshi #kabru of utaya #kabru dungeon meshi #kabumisu #they’re fuckwits yer honour #canaries dungeon meshi #crack

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klausinamarink · 12 days

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Pre-emptive happy birthday!

“Why are you here?” “I have nowhere else to go…”

with Steddie (in the rain) maybe?

I knew this would be angsty but oops, I made it worse!

cw: character death

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Steve loved the rain.

He loved hearing the pattering sounds on the windows and the ground. How the clouds darken and rumble with thunder before flashing with (very normal white) lightning. The rich petrichor smell before and after the rainfall. He’d even used to swim in the pool and stay in the water for as long as he could while he soaked under the torrent.

These days, he was more content in staying inside, preferably with a warm drink in hand while under a blanket. It turned out to be a good mental boost. A way to distract himself from the latest aftermath of the Upside Down and his healing injuries.

Steve yawned, sinking further into the couch. He hadn’t slept well last night. The nightmares and pain made it impossible. Plus there had been a bunch of emergency vehicles wailing down the road, but he hadn’t bothered to check what the fuss was.

He sipped on his tea, feeling his eyes droop. Steve almost wished he could put the radio on with Bruce Springsteen or Queen, but he liked this better. The silence and rhythmic rain hitting the glass.

A knock on the front door interrupted his serenity.

Steve groaned. It better not be any of the more religious folks like the Carvers or Mrs. Greene. They’ve been invasive since the ‘earthquake’, asking him and many more people in Hawkins if they had opened their heart to Jesus yet and please come join the church this time. Steve had kept putting his foot down, but Christians really don’t take no for an answer.

The knocking continued. It grew louder, followed by the frantic ringing of the doorbell.

Steve was immediately on his feet and rushing down the hall. A part of him prayed it was just one of the kids, that it wasn’t a Code Red and they just wanted to crash his living room to abuse his VCR player for movies.

When Steve finally opened the door, all of those hopes dashed out into the rain.

It was Eddie.

Shaking and soaked, leaning on his crutch. He clenched a backpack to his chest like it was his most valuable thing in the world. All while sporting the nastiest split lip and black eye with thick bandages around his hands.

“Oh shit-” Steve instinctively reached forward, but stopped himself when Eddie flinched. Then he noticed the redness of Eddie’s eyes and his hitching chest.

“I-” Eddie started. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and dipped his head down. He was shaking more frantically like he was about to shed his own skin.

This time, Steve hurried him inside. Eddie flinched again, but he pressed closer to where Steve’s hand held his arm. He took Eddie to the downstairs bathroom where he quickly dried him up with the fluffiest towels Steve could find.

Eddie sat on the closed toilet seat, still shivering. He never uttered a single sound. Not even when Steve accidentally brushed against his black eye. Eddie had a faraway look in his eyes, something that reminded Steve of their boathouse counter. Wide-eyed with panic that barely hid the void of despair and shock underneath as he stared out into the distance, possibly reliving the memory of whatever had happened to him.

When Steve was done with drying him up, he slowly crouched down partially to Eddie’s eye-level. Eddie didn’t even glanced up at him. His lips were barely moving, a string of unintelligible words flowing out of them. Occasionally, they twitched upwards, though it seemed to do more with his scarred than random attempts of smiling.

A horrible sense of deja-vu washed over Steve. He swallowed down the first inklings of dread in his mouth and lifted a hand towards Eddie. Slowly and within view. Being this close to Eddie, he caught a whiff of smoke on him.

“Eddie…” Steve began but immediately flattered. What on earth could he even ask? Asking Eddie if he was okay was self-explanatory on its own. But with his injuries, Steve had to know if Eddie was in an accident or - worse - hurt by someone else.

But most of all, he wanted to know why Eddie was on his doorstep in the first place.

Yeah, that sounded like a better question to start with.

“Why are you here?”

Eddie’s tremors stopped. He blinked rapidly, then looked up with teary doe-brown eyes. His mouth parted open but no words came out at first. Eddie kept gaping until he finally answered so quietly that Steve strained to hear him.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth, so did an awful keening noise. Steve barely had time to react before Eddie suddenly collapsed onto him, his arms now desperately wrapped around Steve’s torso. Eddie laid on his lap so Steve couldn’t even get up. The keening grew into an anguished wail and, fuck, did that just stabbed Steve’s soul.

Steve instantly had his arms around Eddie. One hand grasped the back of the man’s head while the other laid against Eddie’s heaving side. His shirt quickly grew a wet spot from where Eddie was pressing his face, but Steve ignored it.

Outside, the thunder intensified. The booming rumbles literally shook the walls. With each flash of lightning, Eddie curled further into himself and sobbed even louder.

Steve started rocking them both slowly back and forth. His legs were growing numb but he didn’t care. He cared more about being here for Eddie.

“Wayne’s dead.”

Steve froze. Lightning cracked outside like it was on cue for a drama movie.

He slowly looked down at Eddie, who no longer had his face against Steve’s stomach. Eddie laid limp on his lap, his splotchy eyes staring at something on the walls.

“What?” Steve asked, his voice sounding distant to his ears.

Eddie sniffed. He was hugging himself now. When he spoke again, his voice was carefully still like glue on a broken vase.

“Our trailer caught on fire last night. Wayne was still sleeping- after his day shift-”

There were sirens last night. Steve’s mind whurred as he tried to recall which direction they had headed. But he was so much in agony then that he’d just ignored them.

“I was just leaving Jeff’s...” Eddie’s voice was already breaking, “I came and there was so much smoke and fire that I thought it was the whole park. Then I saw it was my trailer and- and I saw-”

Steve used to react faster when he heard sirens. The past few years taught him that, just in case it was one of his friends. Why hadn’t he left to follow them?

Eddie made a terrible whine as he desperately panted for breath. One of his hands gripped onto Steve’s as he finally cried-

“I saw Wayne under the tarps!”

An unholy, wordless scream erupted out of Eddie’s throat. He convulsed. He scratched at his face and arms. He kept crying out tears and Wayne’s name. And Steve-

Steve just regained his hold around Eddie again and pulled him closer to stop hurting himself any further as if grief couldn’t be a more vicious monster than any democreature.

As Eddie wept in his arms, Steve slowly grew numb to the continuing downpour outside.

There was nothing to love about the rain anymore.

#klaus answers #klaus writes #the klaus birthday special #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 month

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First Ninja can easily defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse. If he finds out about this phenomenon, will he take advantage of the opportunity?

Well, perhaps not easily, but his chances of winning certainly rocket from 15-25% to like, 75-85%!

The thing is, we do not know many details about Heylin Eclipse, the only sure thing is that Chase seems to be unable to use magic freely (but he still can participate in showdowns and use Wu, which imo require some?? sort of minimal magical capacity) and transform into his dragon/lizard form. It also seems that the same magic usually assists Chase in being/reacting faster, since he is easily caught by Wuya (but she is also weakened?? so). Does it just takes away that buff he acquired since becoming Heylin or is the Eclipse actively nerfing him (making him sluggish)?

However, just as Chase himself said, despite lack/suppression of Heylin magic, he is not helpless - he has strategy and experience on his side and not to mention probably 100 tricks up his sleeve AND its one of the rare instances his motto of 'using Wu as a crutch' is nowhere to be seen, because he literally had Serpent's Tail hidden in his gauntlet! (talk about aces in sleeves huh!)

(I kind of wish there was a bit more of that smart and experienced Chase in the episode, instead of what happened.)

So that's mostly the reason why I think First won't get a win too easily. But of course the main question is would he even use that opportunity? TBH I don't think he will go out of his way to do it.

(kinda radnom babbling on under cut, u can ignore it, the point of anwer was said xD)

In my mind, after First VS Chase event, First is too busy doing his stuff to actively worry about Chase. I mean, this guy still has a Sorcerer locked under his town attracting/causing chaos and monsters, and a Ninjanomicon to write and to prepare the future generations to keep Sorcerer locked and Norrisville safe, and probably other dozen things he has to worry about (and unlike Chase, First got only this mortal life and time to deal with it all, lol).

And while, sure, while Chase is a menace and a threat to any capable warrior, Chase also has been around for so long: he has clearly established his place in Hierarchy of Dark forces loooooong before Ninja came around. And yet while participating in wars and causing trouble, he is yet to be the supreme overlord of the world or whatever, so?? Chase kinda leads an existence of eternal evil final boss, doing his evil things and what not. Mostly he is too busy collecting cool warriors, like pokemons or trader cards or whatever.

I feel like in some sense First would understand the whole 'letting evil exist for the sake of the world balance' thing. Because like the XS last episodes established - Chase's existence is a sort of necessary evil that keeps balance from being upset too much on either side. Selfish and Cruel enough to be evil, but also Reasonable and Honorable enough to be sorta neutral good...-ish? I guess the right alignment would Lawful Evil? Though it doesnt really fit completely right, but it somewhere in that ballpark.

(On a side note, IMO about the Sorcerer - he is pretty much clear is not necessarily just Evil, he is more of Chaotic Evil. And Chaos is sort of also neutral, in a sense?? I mean Sorcerer was running around turning people into monsters, causing havoc across continents to gain power to... I dunno, be unstoppable? Cause more chaos and pain? Destroy everything?? Perhaps his goal was to make the World be like Chaos Realm/Land of Shadows? Who knows??? His motivation is as mysterious as his defeat in the finale, lol. But his deal feels more like those World-ending Spiders That Eat from XS, because it seems to me, he basically just gained more power for sake of more Chaos, not like... rule the world or something.)

Also while Chase is bugging First, he is kinda... not actively doing world-ending evil stuff to First's knowledge?

It's like... bothering First is distracting him from doing other evil stuff (he still probably has some schemes going on, but like in the background, not related to First), so First is like 'I could waste energy and effort to put an end to his reign of terror...but i guess i can let him bother me if it stops him from actively doing evil, just for a bit ' (but Chase is certainly doing evil, just nowhere First can see lol).

But, let's suppose First does figure out about Heylin Eclipse. For it to be of any use to First, it has to happen soon and in his lifetime, when he is still physically capable to take on Chase. He also got to plan out how he would defeat Chase (kill or capture him, how to do it and etc.). AND he also got to plan it around his duties to Norrisville. So like, if by incredible stroke of luck, all of it aligns? First might attempt it and most likely win!

But i feel if, it would take much longer (like say 30+ years) for Eclipse to arrive, First would not prioritize capturing Chase over his duties in Norrisville. This dude already wasted most of his life to defeat the Sorcerer (and like a bajillion creatures and monsters to do it), AND he is gonna waste his afterlife to keep him locked up too, just let the poor man rest! xD

(There is now an image in my head of First looking at Chase and going 'Not My Problem' and just peacing out of there.)

So, yeah, while I'm sure First can defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse, Im not so sure he would actively dedicate himself to doing it.

On ANOTHER, much more shippy note (that u can ignore if its not ur thing), there is something very delicious in the idea that First, knowing such a blatant weakness of Chase's, and just doesn't do anything about it. Perhaps it's because, in some way, First prefers to fight Chase in full power, a much honorable battle no matter if it ends in defeat or victory. Or because it feels like such underhanded tactic of striking when his opponent is at their weakest. Maybe it feels this way because, they are enemies in name only because of their moral alignments, not because either of them actually hate each other (that much lol).

Ooooo just imagine, First and Chase confrontation during Eclipse, Chase fully expecting First to take the opportunity (because its what he will do), but First does the unexpected, and instead of ending the fight, he steps back and that stops Chase on his tracks. And somehow they end up waiting out the Eclipse together, First keeping an eye out for his weakened enemy, while Chase, despite all his previous flirting and needling, is geniuenly baffled by First's behaviour. He really did expect First to take the chance, after all the annoyance and bothering, and just generally First being exasparated with him. But here they are, with Chase at his weakest and First watching his back.... Trully strange.

*eyebrow wiggle*

but thats just silly shippy thoughts haha. I do feel like First will 100% use that opportunity to whoop Chase's ass just to vent all the frustrations about the trouble and annoyances Chase caused.

anyway ye sorry for rambling ;D

#que?#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #lsorry if ur ask was gen anon i made it a lil bit gay in the end lol #i want so badly to write out some of my ns/mis ideas im GONNA EXPLODe its becoming not enough just to write down my unhinged notes for art #<- previous tag was there when i first drafted this ask. but honestly i started to write and yet it still makes we WANNA EXPLODE #i have too many ideas and not enough energy to write bros TToTT

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