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Waiting Room Problems | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader | 18+ |

Summary: a rough landing in a fight with your brother causes you to land in a crowded waiting room. Meanwhile a rough deal also sends Eddie the same fate. Somehow, somehow you try to keep your eyes on your phone and off his tiny little waist. It proves... difficult.

Warnings: strangers to lovers, fleeting glances, slightly cocky Eddie, sex in a public bathroom (trust me on this, just trust me), and general horniness at Eddie's general appearance, unprotected piv, against the wall fucking, deep throating, daddy kink

Authors note: I just spent 8 hours last night (when | wrote this) in the fucking waiting room. At two hours in a guy came in and he radiated Eddie's energy so my mind ran away with it. (Everything is ok).

Thanks for the hype on the preview! Hopefully this lives up to the hype

Thanks so much to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing bestie ❤️

As the night swallows you whole, you sit in your mom’s passenger seat of her car as she drives you to the ER. While roughhousing with your older brother you landed on your hand wrong and bent it way back. It’s definitely not broken, but it for sure needs to be looked at.

As the lights of the night pass you by, you insist you’re fine and the sprain will heal after a few days. Your mom, however, was having none of it as you rolled your eyes in exasperation.

She’s as stubborn as you are, so you sit arms crossed as you know you have no choice. Ouch, ok, crossing your arms was a bad idea.

She wishes you well, her kind eyes wide as she leans over to ask you to keep her updated. You can’t help it, slamming the door after letting her know you will. You should’ve been enjoying some spiked eggnog and watching holiday movies, but now you’re spending Christmas Eve in the ER.

The large window to the waiting room lets you know there’s already a long line up just waiting for the triage and most seats are taken. Fuck, you’re in for a long night.

The kind and sunny nurse takes your vitals and information, gently assessing your symptoms and palpating your wrist carefully. She lets you know it’s definitely sprained and will need a gauze wrap.

Soon, you find yourself sitting in a brown, cracked, leather chair sitting close to a man who is coughing up a lung and groaning in pain after each bout. Not that there are many options to begin with.

Your phone in your hand and your charger in your bag, you sit comfortably and wait for your name to get called as you look at memes and watch videos with one headphone in.

Ninety minutes goes by while your best friend texts you to keep you busy and entertained, not even noticing you’ve been waiting for so long. Thank god for her.

For the first time in a while, you look up to assess the state of the waiting room. As far as you recall, about five people have been called to the back. Those seats have been replaced with new patients and their support, what seems to be a never-ending cycle.

Your eyes flick to someone who walks into the line that is long enough to extend into the hallway, stepping up a place in line and finally into the actual waiting room. Your eyes scan him, the boots, the ripped jeans, the leather jacket covering a graphic tee, all leading up to his shaggy brown hair and gorgeous face.

Your mouth partially opens, momentarily taken aback by how unbelievably hot he is. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, at least, until you notice the tear in his shirt peeking at white gauze on his torso. From the stain, it’s clear he was injured.

His face doesn’t reflect such, patiently waiting as the two triage nurses take their time. By the third time he blinks, you realize you’ve been staring and shift your eyes back down to your phone.

As the line moves, his boots in the corner of your eye, you grow increasingly aware of how much you want to continue staring at him. Something about him is just so enticing, drawing you in. Especially his lack of response to a wound as such.

Time passes on and soon you find yourself bored of the videos and turn on your Spotify to the comfort playlist. Your eyes flicker to the triage station, wandering around the room aimlessly. Unfortunately, it lands on the stranger you’ve been lingering on and witnesses him lifting his shirt to show the nurse the reason for his visit.

The black shirt lifts to show a slim waist scattered in black and grey tattoos, lifting the white gauze to reveal a gnarly wound. You can’t tell but from its shape it looks to be a stab wound. However gory his uncovered wound looks; you can’t help but stare at his bare torso.

Then, it fucking happens. His eyes flicker to you, for a fraction of second, he keeps the eye contact. His mouth twitches, leaning into something you’d call a smirk. As a reflex you shift your eyes away from him, cheeks heating up in embarrassment from getting caught.

You spend the next few minutes convincing yourself that it was all in your head, and that for all he knew you were zoned out and happened to be zoned out on him. It feels like a reach, especially with his torso as revealed as it was.

Time itself blurs as you zone out on your phone, attempting to distract yourself from your thumping heart and the arousal that pools into your cotton underwear. A shift in movement catches your eye, blurred and black in your periphery.

Your eyes by reflex glance up, catching a glimpse of him slouching in his chair, a foot resting on the other as knee he uses wired headphones and stares at whatever’s on his phone. Somehow, his confidence at making himself at home is still attractive, drool gathering in your mouth.

You look down at your phone before he catches you again, this visit at the ER sending a thrill through you that you didn’t expect in the least.

More and more people get called to the back, and you're still stuck waiting. Everyone who you’ve told is surprised to say the least that it’s been hours and you’re still just in the waiting room. You don’t mind though, sneaking glances at the beautiful stranger has become your favourite pastime.

Four hours in, if someone asked your highlight it would be when he head-banged to whatever assumingly heavy metal band he listens to. By the time the nurse calls your name to the back, it takes a strong second place.

About twenty minutes pass before it’s your turn for a bed, and you are let your eyes wander around, now bored of your phone. As they do, they catch sight of the man you’ve kept an eye on yawning in a big stretch. What this yawn has you so captivated by is the sliver of skin his stretch reveals, and the curly brown treasure trail that peeks from just above the hem of his low sitting jeans.

Your mouth floods with saliva. With your mouth agape and eyes subtly widened, you can’t help but gawk at him. Something about the way you suddenly picture yourself pulling him into the bathroom to nuzzle into his hair takes you aback just a little bit.

Time slows down for you, stretching into hours, but it's only seconds. Finally, as his body relaxes from the stretch you turn your eyes back to his face, hoping he didn’t see your fleeting glance. Startlingly, his eyes are already on yours. This time you can’t find it in you to look away in embarrassment. As if reading your mind, he smirks right at you, and you swear his brown eyes darken a shade.

This time for sure, he caught you. He doesn’t seem to care one way or the other, arms crossing over his chest as he keeps his smug expression right on you.

It’s hard to resist the smile as you go back to your phone, promising to yourself that you will remember his face for as long as you can.

Eddie thanks Gareth for dropping him off at the hospital, gritting his teeth at the slight pain stretching his torso gives him.

As he wanders into the hospital, his eyes take in the crowded waiting room and he groans, wishing the wound wasn’t so fucking deep.

He got stabbed. He got fucking stabbed. Wayne is going to kill him when he finds out he got into a fight, especially one where knives were in the crossfire. He couldn’t even say how the situation got so heated so quickly, just another fight in a parking lot after a deal goes sour.

The guy pulled a fucking knife on him, pushed it into his torso and ran off with the goods before Eddie could even realize he had been harmed.

All for fucking weed. Wasn’t even cocaine!

It takes a stupid amount of time for him to finally get to the nurse. She tells him to sit down for his vitals, and he refuses, wanting to show the wound and get it out of the way.

He lifts his shirt at her request, showing the darkened gauze and hissing as she takes a closer look at the wound when it’s removed. Eddie realizes the irony of exposing his chest in the triage, looking up to face the windows that allow other patients to see through.

He does a quick scan of the room, no one having seemed to notice how he’s shirtless. No one, but you. He saw you when he walked in, you were on your phone with one earbud in as you tapped your feet to whatever beat you were listening to. He thought you were cute, his mouth twitching in a smile as he notices you’re cradling one arm across your chest.

It couldn’t have been confused with zoning out, your mouth in a small O shape you openly stare at him. The look you have on your face is enough to turn Eddie on a little, having the urge to caress your face as you look up at him with those same wide eyes. His mouth twitches as he thinks of it, the thought enough to distract him from the shooting pain in his chest.

Your eyes dart away as soon as it registers that he’s looking back at you. His smile widens even more as you sink in your seat, your eyes glazing over as you scroll through your phone. Made him want to embarrass you more, in much worse ways.

After the nurse takes his vitals, he’s instructed to sit down, thanking some deity that the seat across from you is freed. You’re keeping yourself distracted, much to his dismay, so kicks his shoe to grab your attention, placing it on his other knee.

It works as well as he hopes, your eyes flickering up to him. He can’t help but look as if he can’t be bothered. In the corner of his eye, you look back to your own phone, biting your lip.

Eddie spends the next little bit getting your attention however he can, wondering how much it takes for your eyes to wander back to him. By trial and error, not much. He turns on a heavy metal band, nodding his head enthusiastically to the loud drum beats.

As time goes on, he gets more bored and waits impatiently for his name to be called. He figured stitches would be a priority, no? It’s past his bedtime, he decides, as he yawns a big stretch, despite the pain he causes for himself.

As he does, he catches the way your eyes are glued to him, particularly the strip of skin his shirt lifts to show. In real time, Eddie witnesses your eyes glaze over and how your teeth nervously graze your bottom lip. Whatever was on your mind, he desperately wanted to know, mesmerized at the way your throat swallows.

Finally, you make eye contact with him, and Eddie needs to let you know how much he just saw, your lust for him clear as day. He can’t lie, the feeling is entirely mutual, the look on your face is something he wants to see over and over as he rails— he’s getting ahead of himself.

Instead, he opts for a smirk, admiring the way your pretty eyes hold his gaze this time. He relaxes back into his chair, daring you to say something as he smiles with a hint of satisfaction…and all the cockiness his body can handle.

You shyly look back at your phone, failing to hide the smile that invades your face. It takes Eddie a moment to gain the courage, but he finally decides he can’t let you go if he's nursing a hard on in the fucking waiting room from your gaze alone.

By the time he finds a pen and paper to give your number, he’s writing it down when the nurse calls your name.

Eddie sighs, watching your ass in those jeans as you walk away. Just his luck.

As the new year passes, the memory of the hot stranger in the waiting room fades, much to your dismay.

The very night you had a dream where he meets you in some sort of dark room, tugging down your jeans you were wearing and wrapping those hands around your neck as he fucked you from behind.

Your hyperventilating mixed with the way your cunt spasmed as you came woke you up, taking a minute to catch your breath. That morning you groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more but to track him down.

Days passed and soon you’re in the grocery store, arm still wrapped for another week as you walk around the store for some basics. Milk, eggs, bread, all on your mother’s tab, of course. You were two seconds away from pushing your small cart to the checkout counter when you remember you're out of mouthwash.

As you try to decide whether to grab the one you liked which was not on sale or the one that was, a set of footsteps pass and settle right next to you, the customer also assessing mouth hygiene products.

The person's foot tapped, and by reflex you switch your glance down to the sound, and immediately recognize the boots. Your head moves up so fast you swear you give yourself whiplash to his face, facing the shaggy locks you found yourself obsessed with that night in the ER.

“Oh shit” you say out loud, before you could even stop it.

His eyes flicker to yours and recognize you off the bat. His smile gives way to deep dimples. He’s exactly as hot as you remember, if not more.

Of course, you can’t find it in yourself to assume he recognizes you, even if his eyes spell it out for you. “Sorry, I-I just remember you from the ER last month. How’s that stab wound?”

He chuckles, something that makes your legs clench together. “Uh, it’s better.” He comments, lifting his shirt to demonstrate. Is it unnecessary for Eddie to show his stitches? Absolutely. Did he do it for the visual reaction he missed so much? Also, yes.

Unfortunately, his bare waist is gone as soon as it appears, barely giving you a second to take in the purple stitches. You bite your lip as you glance at his face, his smirk displayed almost driving a whimper out of you.

“How’s your arm?”

“What?” You ask, incredibly distracted by the everything about him.

He chuckles pointing to the wrapped arm you can’t use as you shopped but to push the cart. “Oh, one more week then I’m free.” You comment, indicating the gauze.

“That’s good.” He comments, switching his glance back to the toothbrushes he was glancing at earlier.

How are you already messing this up? Might as well cut your losses. “Alright, nice seeing you, again.”

“Whoa, whoa.” He says, grabbing at your uninjured arm before you make your hasty exit. Your eyes peer at him curiously, wondering what he could’ve possibly wanted. “Here,”

His hands move to the leather jacket and grab a folded piece of paper to hand out to you. “What’s that?”

“My number” he answers, stating the obvious. “Shoot me a text, call me, I don’t care. Just do it. Please.”

“You’re really giving your number on a piece of paper?” You ask, tilting your head and forgetting your nervousness for two seconds. “What is this, 1986?”

He laughs, deep and whole, and for some reason it causes a heart palpitation. “Yeah, I guess I am. I planned on giving it to you at the ER, but the nurse whisked you away before I could.”

“Huh?” You ask, your brain short circuiting.

He laughs again as you accept the number, your hands holding onto it tightly as if it might disappear. He picks a toothbrush, seemingly at random and examines it, shrugging as he tosses it into his basket. “Call me,” he says, winking, and walks away from where he came from.

As he walks away, his cologne invades your senses, breath stuttering as you breathe him in. Oh, you are definitely calling him.

As soon as you’re checked out, you find yourself having to use the bathroom, so you wander to the back of the store and down the hall where the single unisex bathroom is.

It’s locked, so you check your phone as you wait, leg shaking to distract yourself from the need. When the bathroom door opens, you look up to face the patron and your brain deflates.

“Holy shit.” You gasp, facing the kind stranger, whose name you learned is Eddie from the number he gave you. You stare at one another, taking each other in, your breath heavy and your heartbeat in your ears. Why were you here, again?

Instantaneously, his hands are grabbing at the fabric of your winter jacket, tugging you forward as he places his lips on yours. Your bags drop from your hands as you gasp in surprise, your brain taking a moment to catch up.

As soon as it does, you grab onto his jacket and kiss him back, meeting his enthusiasm feverishly. His tongue darts out to meet yours, you accept it wholeheartedly, taking in how weak his lips alone make you feel.

Eddie starts to pull you backwards and into the bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, you’re pushed up against the wall, whimpering as he moves his body against you. “Fuck.” He whispers against your lips, taking a moment to catch his breath.

You hum in response, lips reaching for him again. As you do, your hands sneak past his jacket and onto his t-shirt, clutching at the fabric as you finally feel up his torso.

“Nuh uh.” He tsks, pulling back from you. When you pout, he laughs and gives you a look of pity. “I just gotta know one thing, there, sweetheart.”

“Anything.” You promise, not knowing what you’re getting into. You just wanted his lips back on yours.

“Anything, huh?” He asks, slightly taunting you. “Okay.” He leans down, breathing down your neck as he places his lips by your ear. “What were you thinking about in that waiting room while you ogled me, sweetheart?”

Okay, not that. You sigh in embarrassment, learning he knew exactly what you were thinking while you gawked at his chest, gawked at him.

“Don’t act all embarrassed, now.” He chides, observing how your eyes widen just how he remembered. “Tell me. Tell me and we’ll do every raunchy little thing that pretty brain came up with.” He taps the tip of your nose gently with the pad of his finger. You wish he'd shove it past your lips.

Your eyes widen as the arousal floods the panties you wear. All you can do is breathe hard and attempt to find the words.

“Let me help you.” He says, shifting his weight against you slightly. “Was it my hands down those tight ass jeans you were wearing?” You gasp as his fingers barely graze your jeans’ waistband. “Or even better was my tongue on that wet cunt of yours?” You shake your head no, as much as you wanted both of those things. You didn’t even get that far. “Were you on your pretty knees?” Finally, you nod, confirming exactly what you were thinking about.

“Your cock was down my throat while I nuzzled your…” you trail off, lifting his shirt to see the patch of hair again, “oh my god.”

He chuckles, rewarding you with a wet and dirty kiss. All too soon, he pulls away. “Then what, baby?”

Your mind is dumb, trying to come up with it. “Then…then you bent me over and fucked me—” you whine as his knee bucks up between your legs and makes harsh contact with your cunt, “with your hand around my throat.”

“Jesus Christ,” he swears, teeth gritted as he gives you a look at screams with lust. “Believe me, if you asked, I would’ve.”

“Yeah?” You ask, licking your lips as your head leans back into the door. “What about your cut?”

“To hell with my cut! I had a pretty girl practically giving me the eyes, you think I care about some little scratch?”

You stare at him in disbelief, your body and breaths stilling for a minute. “Then do it.”

Eddie smirks at you, and you stare at his pretty pink lips as he leans in and kisses you, both impossibly dirty and sweet simultaneously. Eddie’s knee contacts your cunt again, this time forcing a moan out your lips. Blindly you move your hand down his chest, finally gripping the hard-on straining against the fabric of his jeans.

He gives you his first moan, a sound that opens the floodgates. “Wanna get on those knees for me, baby?”

You nod, giving one last kiss to the spot where his jaw meets his neck. Slowly, you kiss your way down his body where finally you find yourself face to face with the cock that’s pushing its way out of his pants. You fumble with the button for a second before you finally reveal him, and it’s so much better than you could’ve imagined.

So much bigger, too.

You smile up at him through your eyelashes, grateful for fates allowing you in the same place at the same time. He places his hand under your chin, licking his lips as he examines your expression of desire. “Suck my cock, baby.”

You eye his treasure trail, dipping your nose into it as you inhale his musk, uninjured hand wrapping around his thick girth. You mewl at the scent; the aroma is even better than you had imagined. One of his large hands slides itself gently along your cheek, his long thumb stroking at the apple of your sweet smile. You stare up at him, kissing the underside of the head of his cock with wet lips. Your tongue pokes out, flat as you lick it slowly, taking your sweet time, admiring the way he lets out whimpers.

“Oh…shit.”

This urges you to wrap your lips around the head, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck on it gently. You take your lips off him, spitting the excess saliva in your mouth onto his shaft, your hand slowly moves up and down, jerking his length to spread the slick along his cock. The shine is pretty, the spit accentuating the pink blush.

“Pretty cock,” you compliment him, laughing breathily as you go cross-eyed just staring at it. “Tastes better than I thought it would.”

“Did you think about tasting my cock, sweet girl?”

You wrap your lips around him again, bobbing your head up and down as you confirm what he asked with a simple hum. He’s big, the tip hitting the back of your mouth and that wasn’t even half of it. You choke on him, the guttural sounds echoing loudly against the tiled walls. A want of more of him in your mouth invades your mind, not tasting nearly enough of him.

You attempt to take in more of him, choking on it even more but struggling to, despite the desperate need. “Settle down, sweet girl,” he mutters, harshly brushing his fingers against your cheek as he peers down at you. “Relax your throat. Take all those tense muscles and relax ‘em.” You think about it, letting those reflexes remain tense to rest. You’re holding back more saliva, but you fail to realize it until your mouth is flooded with spit, overflowing past the barrier of your lips. “Oh, good girl.”

It's alien but mind numbingly arousing as you feel him move down your throat, moaning around him. His fingers comb through your hair, and roughly move against your scalp. “That’s it, breathe through your nose, sweets.”

The heel of his palms rest on your forehead, moving you up and down his cock. You find it stupidly easy to submit to him, the tip hitting roughly against the back of your throat. His groans are louder than the guck, guck, guck that are hitting wall to wall against the tiles. He’s brutal about it, increasing his speed from 0 to 100 quick as a thought.

Hot tears spill over your water line down your cheeks, trailing the makeup you wear down to your throat. Your hands weave themselves against the cotton of his t-shirt, fighting to keep letting him fuck your throat. “You’re so damn good at this, sweetheart, pretty little mouth working so well.”

He finally lets go, poking his cock against the inside of your cheek one last time, appreciating the swell as the glistening from your tears shine on your face. He uses his thumb to lift your chin up to him, his darkened eyes raking over your face. His pink lips parted, his dilated pupils, the heaving of his chest, there’s nothing you’d want more than to earn this gaze again. “C’mere.”

He lifts you by your chin up to kiss you, dirtily lacing his tongue against yours. “What a good girl you are, taking it so well.” A smile lights up your face from his praise. He tugs you back in for another one, a hum vibrating against his lips. A hand of his trails down your body, single handedly unbuttoning your jeans. “Good work like that deserves a reward, hmm?”

His large hand moves past the opened fly and works itself against your panties. A gasp escapes your mouth only at the touch of his fingers on your covered folds, mewling as he keeps his eyes trained on yours. He’s not even really moving them against you, but just his touch gives you some of the pressure you needed. “Christ, you’re wet,” he comments, dipping his head to work his tongue against your pulse. “Choking on my cock really got you off, huh?”

You nod, eagerly agreeing with him. “So big.”

He smirks, pressing pressure on your clothed folds, in small circles. “You like my big cock, huh? Is it as big as you thought it would be?”

“Bigger,” you gasp, hands grabbing on any clothes he wears anxiously.

His finger easily moves the fabric aside, finger attaching itself right to your clit. The pleasure is good, eyes fluttering closed as it grows startlingly fast. “Fuck,” you swear, your voice rough. “Eddie.”

“Hmm, close?” You nod, despite the embarrassment that floods your senses. “I haven’t even started to touch you yet, baby. I still wanted to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my fingers.”

His actions mimic his words, inserting two fingers hastily into you, moving them expertly as they fuck you. With how wet you are, his two digits slide in easily. They’re long, reaching a depth in you that you could only dream about. You gush around him, music to his ears as your whimpers grow more and more pathetic. His thumb touches your clit again, rubbing frantically.

You gasp, mewling as his teeth start to nibble skillfully along the length of your neck. “Oh my god.”

Eddie’s tongue licks a sinfully long stripe up your neck to your ear, his voice intense and husky. “Cum all over my fingers, sweetheart, make a fucking mess for me.” Your hand tangles into his hair, gripping at his root. You stutter through a sentence of whines and half-finished words, failing to convey how good his fucking fingers make you feel. “So pathetic, huh?”

The words that you wanted to say were, you make me feel so good. Instead, you say, “M-ak-m, so-so good.”

Your good arm wraps itself around his shoulders, pulling his body against yours. Against your better judgment, your other hand moves his chin so your lips kiss his desperately, wanting every wet touch of them on yours. Your whimper into his mouth, pussy fluttering around his fingers as you finally cum, drenching his fingers just as he had requested.

“There she is,” he mutters, his flat palm moving under your jacket and shirt and grazing gently along your bare torso.

It takes you a second to recover from it, still feeling the effects of it throughout your body as it lingers. You unzip your jacket, letting it fall on the bathroom floor. You can’t find it in yourself to care for the moment, but it will find itself in the wash later. As it’s a walk-in bathroom, there are poles next and adjacent to the toilet. Perfect.

“Fuck me?” You ask, eyes glazed over as they reach his.

He chuckles, hands landing on your hips. Your jeans are pushed down your legs, resting just below your knees. “I thought you'd never ask, sweets.”

You grin, pushing his jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. Before it even hits the floor, you grab onto the fabric of his shirt and step backward over your own jacket to pull him across the room to the said metal bar installed on the wall.

His fingers slink into his pocket that’s now down his leg, holding a condom between you and him. You pick it up from his fingers and fling it across the room. “I’m on birth control.”

Eddie’s hands grab under your legs when your back hits the wall, supporting you surprisingly well as your ass rests on his forearms.

He sighs, eyes half mooned as he stares down at you. “My arms are occupied, mind helping me out here?”

You giggle, spitting on your hand and grabbing between the two of you at the cock that keeps brushing against your inner thigh, moving it against your entrance. It slides in easily, the mushroom tip pushing in as two of you moan in sync. Your hand moves to the bar on the wall, starting to help him as you lean some of your weight onto it.

“How is your pussy even better than I thought it’d be?” Eddie asks, gasping in uneven breaths.

“So, so full,” you gasp back, his size far bigger than you’ve ever had. “So big.”

“You’re fucking tight, sweets.” He mutters, jaw dropping as he watches you watching him.

“Move.” You urge him, the stretch too much yet his still hips are driving you crazy. “Need you to move,” It comes out as a pathetic whine and you know it, but you’re long past caring at this point.

“Say no more,” Eddie mutters, starting to move slowly, his hips rolling perfectly against you.

He hits deep and he hits hard. “Just like that! Fuck!”

“Your pussy, fuck, baby, yours is just a new fucking standard!”

You curl into his neck, nipping and starting to mark the pale skin with purple, teeth digging in harder the faster and harder he fucks. You can’t answer his compliment, but the way you tighten around him is confirmation enough that you are in complete agreement with him. It’s like he knows exactly how you like it before you tell him, intuitively knowing you before even has the opportunity to find out.

He watches every reaction you give him carefully, how your legs tighten around his waist, your hands twisting themselves in his shirt, the mewls that leave your mouth mixed with words that you never finish, he takes every hint as gospel. He’s always intuitive to what a partner of his needs, but you’re a special case, every reaction you give him only makes him insatiable for more. The way your eyes roll back in your head is everything he’s ever wanted to see from you and more, never could he have imagined anything like this when you glanced at him in the E.R.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, I’m gonna cum, sweets,” Eddie moans, fingers digging into your bare thigh, the pressure surely bruising the skin.

“Choke me.” You gasp, voice desperate for him.

“Hands are occupied, babe.” He answers, gruff and brows furrowed.

You tap the bar, using both hands now. “I got it.”

He whines, high-pitched and gorgeous. The kind of whine you listen to on men whimpering audios. Maybe you can make it happen more. Maybe one day he’ll let you worship him for a few hours…the idea is enticing. His large hand wraps itself around your throat, the metal of his rings causing harsh friction on your neck. He admires the way you revel in it, tongue poking out of your mouth like the slut you are for him. “You’re more of a slut than I thought you are, hmm?”

You nod, his strong arm flexed and mouth watering. The drool that slips down your tongue is pure proof of it, dampening your shirt in a little streak.

“What a good little pathetic slut,” he grins, rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His grip tightens, only enough to send stars in your vision.

You tap his arm, begging him for air. “A slut for you.” You gasp, whining for him. “Want your cum, please, please cum in me.”

“Can you beg for me one more time?” He asks, your question almost making him erupt on the spot.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, arms starting to lose their strength. “I wanna be dripping from you, so bad.”

“Yeah, want Daddy’s cum?” he asks, hands gripping into your hair.

Of course, this man has a daddy kink, you couldn’t expect anything less from him. “Yes, Daddy.” You whine, grinning at his hold on you. “Fill me up.”

“Baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up—Jesus Christ.” He interrupts himself, cutting himself off as he ruts into you a final, gasping, sweaty time. He twitches in you, feeling him fill you up as some of starts to trickle out of your pussy and down your thigh.

His hand lets go of your hair, wrapping around your torso as he pulls you into an embrace. This is the kind of sex that takes time to recover from, both out of breath, his dick still twitching. A smile takes over your features, invading every muscle in your face.

“So, think you’re gonna call me?” He asks, hand moving itself under your shirt to gently brush against your bare skin.

“I’ll definitely text you.” You answer, chuckling at the annoyed look he shoots you when he pulls back in your embrace. “Oh, come on.”

He chuckles, and for some odd reason the last thing you expect from him is another kiss, his lips working marvelously against yours. They’re much gentler, much sweeter than you expected, yet everything you’d crave from him.

“What was that?” You ask, watching his two gorgeous brown eyes.

“What, you think I’m gonna let you go after that?” He asks, half a smile on his face. “Wanna come to my place later?”

“Later?” You ask, one eyebrow quirked at him.

“I’m heading home right now, wanna join me?” He kisses the top of your eyebrow, your cheekbone, your jawline, your still covered shoulder. “I kind of need to spend a few hours with my nose buried in that pretty little cunt of yours.”

Your jaw drops, your mouth drying completely from his admission. “Y-yeah, th-that sounds nice.”

He laughs at your stutter; your pussy having tightened around him upon the mention of it.

Three knocks hit the door, loud and abrupt. “Hurry the fuck up!”

You look at one another with wide eyes, laughing at the disruption. He backs up, his cock leaving your entrance being a loss you whimper at. “Don’t worry, sweets. I will fuck you more than enough times to satisfy that need.”

“Dunno,” you start, legs shaky as you land on them, “I think I’m pretty insatiable at this point.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep going, won’t we?” Eddie asks, pulling his jeans and boxers up his legs.

“And if I’m never satisfied?” you ask, tilting your head as you pull up your own pants.

“Well then I guess we’ll just never stop.”

You grin at his answer, biting your lip excitedly.

The silence is comfortable as you pick your jackets back up and the bags on the ground. His fingers intertwined with yours, leading you down the hall past the angry customer and out the front door of the store.

He offers to eventually take you back to your car when you need to go back home, wanting more time with you even if it’s the mere ten minutes that it takes to get to his apartment.

Not one moment is wasted as he yanks you to his bedroom, pushing you onto his bed. As promised, your jeans are yanked down your legs quick as can be, burying his nose deep in your cunt.

Only after the eighth orgasm does Eddie yank off your clothes, followed by his, finally skin against skin as he rails you in every position, even the ones you didn’t know were possible.

You might have to thank your brother for spraining your wrist, it’s the best thing he’s ever done for you.

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just saw a text post about how leia killing a slave master when anakin was a slave himself is cool but i find it interesting how ppl can find rational things to point out for stuff like that but when its anakin disliking a sandy planet like its ridiculous thing for him to say? but made so much sense cause you know... he's been enslaved there with his mom as a kid. idk i guess im still bitter of hayden/anakins treatment of his character

I get it but I believe the key here is to understand this weird moment we are a living right now (suddenly the prequels are cool and *everyone* had always loved them) by separating the old negative crap we were used to, from the genuine takes coming from the new found love the prequels are getting.

What I’m trying to say is the people who are excited by the prequels, who are discovering the value of the movies for the first time or just rediscovering it after so long, are not necessarily the same people who trashed the movies and made fun of Anakin’s “sand issues” or Hayden’s performance. So, to me at least, there’re two different issues here:

1 – for the longest time PT fans and Anakin fans had to deal with unfair amount of criticism, hate, mockery and even attacks. These behaviors came from part of the fandom and the media because for the longest time hating on the prequels made you cool and a “real star wars fan”.

2 – we have a bunch of new fans (literal new fans but also old fans who didn’t like or didn’t want to be seen liking the prequels) who are now vocal about the PT-Era, who want to talk about it, to engage, to discuss and, you know, just share their appreciation for the movies.

I try not to mix the two, especially in this particular case. From my own experience with this fandom, the people who trashed Anakin for not liking sand didn’t understand his character enough to get the impact slavery had on the Skywalker family.

I’ve talked about the “sand issue” here before:

But, to sum it up, the meaning behind the “I hate sand” is pretty obvious once you look beyond “Anakin is whiny/The prequels suck/George Lucas ruined my life”.

“When I was in Level Three, we used to come here for school retreat,” she said. She pointed out across the way, to another island. “See that island? We used to swim there every day. I love the water.” “I do, too. I guess it comes from growing up on a desert planet.” He was staring at her again, his eyes soaking in her beauty. He could tell that Padmé sensed his stare, but she pointedly continued to look out over the water. “We used to lie on the sand and let the sun dry us … and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” “I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.” Padmé turned to look back at him “Not here,” Anakin went on. “It’s like that on Tatooine—everything’s like that on Tatooine. But here, everything’s soft, and smooth.” As he finished, hardly even aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked Padmé’s arm. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

It’s about childhood trauma, privilege and systemic injustice and inequality. The sand physically represents everything Anakin loathes about his home planet, specially when compared to Padmé’s own childhood and home planet:

“This is Anakin. Anakin, this is Ryoo and Pooja!” The blush on the pair as they shyly said hello brought a burst of laughter from Padmé and a smile to Anakin’s face, though he was equally ill at ease as the two children. The girls’ shyness lasted only as long as it took for them to notice the little droid rolling behind Anakin, trying to catch up. “Artoo!” they shouted in unison. Breaking away from Padmé, they rushed to the droid, leaping upon him, hugging him cheek to dome. And R2-D2 seemed equally thrilled, beeping and whistling as happily as Anakin had ever heard. Anakin couldn’t help but be touched by the scene, a view of innocence that he had never known. Well, not never, he had to admit. There were times when Shmi had found some way to produce such moments of joy amid the drudgery that was life as a slave on Tatooine. In their own way, in that dusty, dirty, hot, and smelly place, Anakin and his mother had carved out a few instants of innocent beauty. Here, though, such moments seemed so much more the norm than the memorable exception. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

[Ahsoka] was hyperalert again, all her instincts firing. One of these millennia she’d make a pretty good Jedi, probably. Provided he could smooth the rough edges off her. “Yes, Master,” she said. “You can trust me.” He frowned down at her. Was I ever this young? Was this how I used to look to Obi-Wan? He doubted it. Slaves lost their innocence while they were still in the cradle. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Wild Space]

Of course, because it became a meme used to “expose” George Lucas inability to write, direct or even understand what Star Wars is all about (eyeroll), that’s what most casual viewer think about when someone says “I hate sand”. But, on a more hopeful note, I do believe we’re doing good work claiming it back, by talking about it and even making memes about it in a way that’s not offensive to the characters, actors or fans. There are healthy, fun ways to laugh at Star wars without diminishing the experiences and feelings of others.

Anakin represents so much different things to so many different fans it’s impossible to put everything in one single answer, but I hope you know I do understand exactly how you feel. I’m also very protective of Anakin, flaws and all. And it does annoy me to see people dismiss him and Hayden’s work in ways that can be very…cruel. But, Prequel/Anakin’s fans are awesome and now we’ve reclaimed the prequels proper place in history as peak star wars, we are unstoppable!! So let them come!

They just can’t accept how incredible Anakin’s story is, and that’s their loss.

“Anakin had always hated sand. It was one of the many things about his Padawan that Obi-Wan understood better now that Anakin was dead. That was the horror of losing someone: Understanding came too late.” [Obi-wan Kenobi in Jude Watson’s The Last One Standing]

#ask #anon #sw meta #anakin skywalker #meta: anakin #mine #txt

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more boots au memery featuring Mom!Arla doing her damndest to wrangle her 5 sons

redraw of the infamous “rough day for mom” meme

#star wars modern au #boots au #arla fett #commander cody #captain rex #captain gregor #star wars au #i won't tag echo and fives since they're Literal Infants kasjdkfljsda #good boy cody gets to hold his own leash and drink apple juice in peace #also yes cody dresses exactly like his mom when he grows up. momma's boy cody #just wait until the dominoes are big enough to get into trouble arla

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— coffee at midnight, part 3

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Sometimes things are just too rough. He's here to make everything easier. (3,9 k)

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Having something stable in your life was rare – you learned that at very young age, when you were tossed from one family to another. Trying so desperately to find a right home, to fit somewhere because after five foster families, you had your hope low.

Well, at least that was until a sweet couple of two women started to be interested in adopting you. First, you were hesitant. Like, no one could blame you, right? The amount of families that you've talked with and nothing came out of it, it was pretty sad for a child to be fooled like that. Yet, when everything was finalized, and Kate presented you the room with full pride, walls painted on your favorite color (she asked!) you cried.

Genuinely cried because you never thought you'd find a family like that. Two moms, who loved every version of you, wanted the best for you. Adopted by the best people in the world, eleven year old, you were on the cloud nine.

You finally had your people.

That "stable" thing also applied to relationships of every sort – friendships, boyfriends you had. Hell, boyfriend-girlfriends type of status scared the shit out of you, considering how many times you ended up crying over something, someone. If you would think about it, nothing really survived through time – maybe that's why you build a wall between you and everyone. Except your moms.

And, except Addison. She was your dearest best friend from high school days and you could trust her with everything at this point. The amount of times she was by your side in your darkest moments or saddest, like when Jake dumped you for some blond chick from cheerleader squad. You remembered vividly how she encouraged you to throw eggs at his car.

The two of you were the equivalent of all these memes about best friends. Dumb ones; the ones where you knew so many shit about each other, so if your friendship somehow would end, you'd have to kill the other person. What was more funny, it was literally like that, even if you were in military and automatically had less time.

When you were on leave? Hell, you reserved at least two days straight just for her, to tell all the tea (the tea wasn't classified at least) or to listen to it. You loved her too much.

Those walls were up until Task Force 141 came in – and specifically that one goddamn person, but you didn't need to bring him up in your mind to know that. Even if it was military thingy, you were like a found family, which was ironic, considering you thought it's gonna be 'job only' relationships.

Yet, that found family bond was so strong that when you were on leave, it was impossible not to contact each other. Not only groupchats were alive (on every platform possible), but also you met with them if there was a slight chance for that. Most of you were going home, and almost everyone before taking that "vacation" wanted to meet again. In normal circumstances, without that big "we're military" thing, so you had a few bars to swing in.

Where no one knew who the hell the six of you were, where you played pool with strangers, being experienced after late night sessions in military. Or, darts, where you once lost and almost scratched guy's eyes out when he bragged about it, and you were completely done since you loved darts.

Well, that was where boys came to conclusion that they won't even try to participate in Monopoly with you, or Ludo. Just because you were "violent" or something like this; you didn't pay attention to that because you had a plan to convince them anyway. They would always fold, especially when some money was on the table to win.

All in all, you loved them, honestly. Their humor, even if you rolled your eyes multiple times, being the only woman, except the moments when Farah or Kate helped you in field. Hell, they were irritating on purpose, only to get a reaction out of you, especially with jokes about women. But, they slowly learned that they could have other things to joke about.

Yet, they were still respectful, even if they were men.

You also loved the way you could count of them. Every situation, every little bump on the road, they were here. Maybe it was shared experience, but you knew it was not only that – empathy counted in this one too, as well as care.

Because here, everyone cared. Even on leave, maybe especially then since inner demons never slept. It wasn't something you all talked about openly, but one glance at someone could be enough to tell if someone was bothered.

Either by the past, the present, or the future. Soldiers had way too many things on their minds on all times, buried deep, so it wouldn't be a problem on the field, when they needed to focus. There were more important things, like killing the enemy, getting intel, protecting the civilians. No time for being emotional, no?

Everyone knew that eventually, it will spill all over.

And when it would, it was sure as hell it's not gonna be pretty.

Probably your moment came right after getting back to base. One day, Price told you – one day to "reset", and the next day, 2 P.M. sharp, all of the team was needed to be back in the field. You wish he wouldn't say that; you needed anything but to rest. Not after a bad day. Not after failing one part of the mission. Not after your uniform was covered in so much dirt and blood you couldn't even see your face properly or hands.

You looked nothing like your previous version, not to mention the mimics and the blank stare in the mirror. Trying to ignore it? Impossible, especially when your hands shook, as you tried to take off your clothes and wash yourself in shared bathrooms. You knew that no one will bother you at almost midnight, they were probably asleep, or playing poker.

With a sigh, you adjusted the water to your liking; it was warm, but not too warm, just perfect for a quick shower. Or, you thought it was gonna be a quick one – you needed a one scrub of your body, and one look at blood coming down the drain, to sit on the floor of the cabine. Unable to make another move, because for the first time in the while, you couldn't even wash properly.

"For fuck's sake" you cursed under your breath, mad at yourself; you were a soldier. You should be able to get yourself clean, to not make a big of the deal of something that happened many times your career.

You saw those situations multiple times, and right back then, under the shower, you were like a broken piece. Broken piece, who suddenly had all of images right in front of her eyes. Images of blood, dirt, broken bones, dead bodies. Voices in your head, people screaming, trying to get you to help them, but you couldn't do shit without orders.

With a loud sigh, you bent your legs, pulling them closer to you, your forehead pressed to knees. Involuntary tears streamed down your face. It was hard not to cry every once in a while to wind off, to let all out of the emotions go away, before they will buckle up once again. Hard was scrubbing your body, while you thought the worst of yourself, but you had to brush everything off. No matter how long it would take, it was necessary.

It was aggravating how badly you wanted to close your eyes, but couldn't since too many images were playing in your head. That's why you were staring blankly at your dirty skin, trying to actually pull yourself together, to make yourself stand again, to scrub your body reminding you of everything. For the first time in a while, you felt like you're losing yourself again, like you don't know what to do, genuinely.

Am I too much? Am I a monster? Of course I am a monster. With a blood at my hands – you thought, clearing your throat, when it started burning. You felt like in any moment, you would burst out crying.

You punched the white tiles right in front of you out of frustration; it was supposed to help in a way, but it didn't, considering that your knuckles came out scratched. And, what's more to it, a little bloody.

That was also the moment when you realized Soap was looking at you, in shock – before, you didn't even notice his presence in community showers. He looked like he wanted to say something, but out of respect, he looked away for a moment, coughing awkwardly.

You couldn't care less at that moment in which state he sees you in.

"I just walked in. I'm... 'm not some kind of creep" he started, stumbling on his own words. He wasn't the best with them in moments like these, you knew that, but appreciated still. "Couldn't find ya, no one knew, and... I was lookin'..."

"I get it, okay" you sighed, clearing your throat.

Maybe you should care that he saw you practically naked – practically because curled like this, he couldn't see your intimate parts or anything, but you didn't. You just were... staring in the wall, again.

"What do you want? Something happened?" you finally looked at him, and he raised his eyebrow, confused that you're even saying something like this, implying that he wants something from you.

"What? No, everything's alright, I just... 'st saw your face when you got out of the jeep. And, there's something wrong with ya, lass, every time you don't say goodnight."

You raised an eyebrow too.

"Fuck. You know what I mean, hen. Don't act clueless."

Of course you knew.

"Yeah, I just..." you bit your cheek from inside.

It was a hard call for you – to share what was on your mind or not. Right, as best friends to the grave (that's what Soap called your relationship multiple times), in theory it was a must. In theory only though, because practice was... a little different.

A lot to take, that's for sure, and everyone had their own problems to deal with – you knew it too well – and as his best friend, you knew his shit that he had to live through. He had enough of his bullshit, to hear about yours, but it was clear that Soap MacTavish wasn't the one who gives up easily.

If anything, he could get more curious about the problem and be more nagging, trying to help because "that's what he does best". It wouldn't probably even be another talk, but small gestures, and as much as you loved these types of things, you wanted to forget what bothered you. So, the easiest way was just to tell him.

"I see their faces. Everyone. Everyone from today, but also from the past. That pregnant lady that I killed right before I met you" you eventually said; quietly, like it was something ignominious to even think of.

It was something ironic to think, considering that you always cared about mental health and told everyone around you how feelings matter, how they are validated to feel everything. Kate taught you that, making a strong point about it when you usually were very closed about telling her your difficulties. She wanted to make you feel heard if you'd be willing to share anything, even something so little, even if you thought it was stupid.

Yet, you still felt bad.

"Terrorist." he corrected you, keeping the low tone. It seemed like the most important thing to him – to correct you that was a terrorist first, pregnant lady second. "It was you or her."

"It's not important, Johnny. My point is, we fucked up. I fucked up, pretty badly. Not only blew our plan, but someone had to pay the price. And I fucking can't even look at myself!" you laughed, feeling bitter and even weaker than before.

It was a tragedy that he had to see you like this.

"I can't even fucking wash myself because I see all of this blood, shallow wounds, and I just..." you shook your head, trying not to break more.

Especially right in front of him, when he was looking at you with... pity?

When you covered eyes with your hand, trying to separate yourself from that feeling, you could hear his footsteps coming closer. Next thing he did was dropping to his knees, at least that what it sounded like, considering that your view wasn't on him.

"I have nightmares lately. Bad ones. And from that dehydration today, from having to see the executions for getting fucking intel... it's just becomes worse. And worse. And worse."

"It's your job. You're good at it. Your job." his voice is steady and quiet, such a contrast to yours; breaking, shaky.

"I'm fucking disgusting, that's what I am." it came out snarky, sudden. You know he doesn't deserve that; he meant the best for you, he always did. Putting you before him, which irritated the shit out of you.

Many times you thought he deserved a better friend.

"I'm supposed to kill bad guys and protect good ones, not to let kill good guys for an intel. It's another fuck up mission, it's getting to my head. If we're doing any good."

"We are doing good. I... I think."

Hearing those words was something like a breaking point for you; you looked at Soap kneeling beside you, the corner of lips twitching before you broke into uncontrollable laughter. It quickly became maniac, something that you had no control over, just to transform into involuntary crying because it was enough. He thought team was doing good?

Thought wasn't enough. You needed a proof, something visible, something on paper that not even everything, but most of your work is needed and does good. Words weren't enough, and his hesitance was just a nail to a coffin you already were in because you chose this work for a reason. Helping people, make them feel safe.

As you looked at Soap, his presence was just melting the walls you had – as always, next to him, you were unable to lie or pretend like with everyone else. You felt you could just throw everything out of your system without wondering if it's appropriate. And you were crying, and laughing, and just making yourself crazy in front of him, yet he wasn't saying anything about it.

You didn't know what was happening in this moment as you were shaking; you just registered that his hands are slowly coming to you, and before he could hug you or anything, you decided to push him away a bit.

"I'm a fucking mess, Johnny." you babbled, trying to get your voice steady again. "Go, I have to... shower. It's pathetic."

A beat of silence passed between you two, before Scot decided to come even closer, pushing you deeper into the cabin. From that moment, he was getting wet too from shower stream.

"Let me."

You blinked.

"What?" you raised an eyebrow, confused what he means by "let me." Let him what? Let him tell you another story how you are brave for the work you're doing, or...

"I'm gonna help you in washing. That's what I mean."

"You're insane. I'm not going to use you like that." you stated, clearing your throat.

A certain wave of embarrassment went through you, like you just realized how bare you were; even if he couldn't see your front properly, you brought your legs closer to your chest, defense mechanism or some sort.

It was another thing that hit you, when you thought about it – how he was always there if you needed him, even if you didn't want him around for his own sake. No matter what it was, he was there, to help you. To make things better, even if it seemed like the shittiest situation in the world.

"It's not like I would take advantage of you, you know that. You're in a bad state" he whispered. "Let me do it. Please. You're gonna do the front, I'm gonna do the back."

"MacTavish-" "-please." he spoke quietly, tenderly – you heard him like this for a first time.

It was a silent agreement to his proposition when you gave him the second sponge; you didn't think that you could say "yes" to it out loud. It seemed embarrassing, it seemed like another overcrossing of a boundary.

Johnny's movements were slow and silky, like he was afraid to hurt you deeper than you were already since you closed your eyes, taking a deep, shaky breaths to ease yourself. Blood and dirt were coming down the drain, making you sick even more with a thought of people that had to be left behind.

Thinking it was some kind of encouragement seeing how all of it comes off, so you won't see "memories" of the mission, you decided to finally scrub your front, giving the whole attention to it. Because you couldn't miss a single piece, you just... needed to separate your body from the events that happened.

Move on to another, to another mission the next day. Time wasn't on your side when it was coming to processing everything on your own, lying in your bed without purpose, trying to tell yourself you weren't a bad person.

No.

You were a soldier. Safety of the world was before anything, even before you, your mental health, anything.

Twenty long minutes, and the next thing Soap did was washing your long hair with certain softness to it, massaging your scalp. If conditions were different, you'd probably joke and laugh about it, teasing him how good he does it and maybe he needs to think about changing careers.

Instead, you were just silent, eyes closed.

You always insisted on doing things alone – you learned it was the best way to not be disappointed; if you don't expect shit from people, you're not gonna be sad after, right? The perfect prevention from possible heartbreak. Not exactly how Kate raised you considering that she always reminded you about making friends to make life easier, but... life verified a lot of things actually. However, lessons from your mom were still appreciated, of course, even if you didn't quite apply them to life out of... fear? Yeah. Fear of being disappointed again.

Better to build walls around you than letting people in.

Version of you before Task Force 141 would hate you for allowing Johnny to help you like this, but the version after, the version of you that lied in bed with him, the version that trained with him, the version that was his partner in the missions?

You couldn't help but appreciate all of it. You wouldn't allow it for anyone else but him, your rock, your person, someone that you trusted to the end of the line. Someone that seen you in your worst right now, and still was there.

"Everything will be alright" Soap cooed, which made you open your eyes to look back at him; his eyes locked in moment with yours. "I'm here, yes? I'm not gonna leave you."

He was soaked, you realized; just because he sat with you under that shower, still in his shirt and cargo pants that he was on a mission with, his boots kicked to the side. You wondered if he was even comfortable enough. Probably not, and yet, he was still by your side.

"Everyone leaves anyway." you said quietly, looking away from him, as soon as you said that, feeling how he tensed. "Not me, hen. Not me." he replied in soft tone – yet again, different than he used usually, and different totally from the one he used out in the field.

Amusing to think that man was shouting few hours ago to you to get down and with ease killed a man hand to hand with his pocket knife; such a contrast to his softness. Such a contrast to hands that held a gun, such a contrast to his voice, now sweet and dripping with honey, easing your nerves, such a contrast to his image in the field.

"You have your own demons, Johnny. You don't need here to sit with me and try to fight with mine, when you have problems. It's..."

"I do have them, yeah." he interrupted you. "I fight 'em when I'm with you – selfishly, in order to fight with them, I just need ya around, healthy and recovered. I can't do that when you're injured like that. Shattered to pieces."

He got up then and tossed you a towel to catch, while you still were bamboozled by his words; you caught it though, wrapping yourself around it quickly. Johnny saw your bare back, but he didn't need to see front.

"I'll meet you in your room, hen. Gotta wash myself" he hummed. "Or, you want to help me?" Soap raised his eyebrow, smiling with the corner of his lips – clearly, he wanted to cheer you up a bit.

"You wish, MacTavish." you replied, collecting your dirty clothes swiftly. You nudged him with your hip. "You want some coffee? I think I need one."

"Yeah! Give me ten minutes."

You spent with him two hours when he came from the shower – it was disappointing considering you wanted to talk with him more, but you had to wake up early to move onto next installment of the mission. The other thing that was different than normal? If you'd have another day off, your little chat would have alcohol involved, but in these conditions you had to be good, so you just talked with him, a mug of coffee in your hands.

Coffee at midnight, as always.

Mission wasn't one of the hardest – getting intel you needed in Mexico, asking civilians about some things, so you were pretty calm when you arrived at the place. Small village; Alejandro said something about "being cautious" with people here since they were sneaky and who knew better than him? That's why you were on high alert, even if Soap was making jokes of you having "stick up your ass".

Mostly he was joking, though, you knew that he appreciated that you had your eyes everywhere.

It was the dynamic between you two – him goofing around with you rolling your eyes at him or goofing with him which usually irritated the shit out of Ghost that tried to do his job.

Back then, you were in mood number two, considering what happened yesterday at night. Your mind was still partially in that moment, with his hands being all over your back and his fingers gently massaging your scalp with all of his attention. It felt so vivid, like he would be doing it in the moment you were wandering around small village, not the night before. You already missed his gentleness, his soothing words, and...

And you were far from admitting it fully, since you shook your head, scolding yourself in your mind to focus, not daydream.

It was nothing, he'd probably do it for everyone.

At least you thought.

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Random Eddie headcanons (feat. Wayne) for a happier timeline where vol. 2 didn't happen:

(Some mentions of domestic abuse)

The first time Eddie didn't pass senior year it was because he skipped classes and homework to practise guitar, because who needs a GED when you're gonna be a rock star?

Second time he failed it was because he ended up in hospital after getting beaten up, missing vital exams. He didn't mind though, it was for a good cause.

Eddie isn't stupid, he's actually pretty clever. He is just incapable of paying attention if he's bored, or if he has zero respect for the person teaching him.

He and Mrs O'Donnell have an ongoing feud because he proved her wrong once in front of everyone, and he knows that she marks him down because of it. It's a running joke in that class now.

He and Wayne go fishing every few weeks. Eddie cannot fish for the life of him, but Wayne enjoys it. To entertain himself, Eddie takes a battered acoustic into that boat and plays the Beatles because 'the fish like it'. (It's for Wayne really).

Wayne also loves camping, but Eddie hates it. They go away for a couple of weeks and 'rough it' by sleeping in a couple of battered tents under the stars, and it always takes Eddie a full year to recover from the trauma and agree to go again.

When he was a kid, Eddie's dad used to beat him and his mom, and one day he went too far and killed her, landing himself in prison. Wayne had recently come back from service, immediately took the kid in and disowned his brother for what he'd done.

Eddie had always been a creative kid. If he couldn't be a rock star he'd 'settle' for being a tattoo artist. He draws as often as he plays guitar.

Wayne has a friend that co-owns a tattoo parlor that's willing to take him on, but only after he graduates.

After Vecna, when Eddie was recovering in hospital (hushh, he's FINE, damn it), Wayne would read to him while he slept. He and Dustin got to know each other a little, too.

Some Steddie influenced headcanons:

Wayne has no problems with Eddie dating guys, girls, whatever, as long as he doesn't 'hear anything'. He is very wary of Steve at first though, thinking his nephew is only going to get his heart broken.

Eddie gets on strangely well with Steve's dad, even if he does refer to him as 'Steven's friend'. They had an intense 'discussion' at a family dinner, even though they disagree completely at a fundamental and political levels. Steve's astounded, but lets it go.

Steve never calls D&D by its real name, only things like 'dingbats and dumbasses'. He's getting very creative, and Eddie finds it hilarious. Dustin hates it.

Steve's plays exactly one game with the party, and is banned for constantly messing with Eddie by either trying to do dumb things (ie that meme where the guys are trying to seduce a door), or by playing footsie under the table.

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #wayne munson #steve harrington #steddie #random headcanons #i just think Eddie would be a great tattoo artist #i also think he'd argue with Steve's dad in Steve's behalf and accidentally get his 'approval' by being unapologetically himself #Wayne is dad of the year month and decade

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ouatsqincorrect · 4 months

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do you have any headcannons of regina comforting emma? maybe emma gets nightmares about being the dark one or she just has bad days sometimes <3

i’m sorry this took me so long to get to, anon

emma definitely has bad days sometimes. her childhood was obviously not easy, and the things she’s been through since coming to storybrooke have been pretty traumatizing

she’s been working through it all with archie, but yeah, she has bad days and nightmares and panic attacks too

regina is usually the little spoon, but when emma is having a bad day, they swap and regina doesn’t mind at all. she loves the fact that she’s able to bring comfort to emma

mom mornings after emma’s had a nightmare (which they don’t really happen that often, but when they do, they really suck) regina will put a bearclaw or a donut and a cup of coffee on her nightstand for when she wakes up

there’s been days emma’s convinced regina not to go into work because life sucks at times, and regina has no problem telling her she should stay home on her rough days too

when emma does go to work on those days though, regina will text her memes (something she’s had to learn about—thank you, henry) because she knows it’ll make emma smile

she’ll also show up at the sherrif’s station with lunch, sometimes from granny’s, sometimes food she went back home to make earlier that day

she also suggests they watch one of emma’s favorite movies or shows, and they’ll end up on the couch, curled up and asleep together until henry gets home and puts a blanket over them so they won’t get cold

#swan queen #headcanons

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ilesui · 4 months

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what music would the TWST boys listen to ?

— yay first post! i’ve thought about this question a lot, especially as someone with a varied taste in music. i look up character playlists and… honestly, most of them have the same songs in them. which isn’t a bad thing at all! but i think if we’re going to look at this realistically, it’s good to have a variety. anyways, enough yapping!

heartslabyul — 🃏

riddle would most likely listen to classical music starting off. considering his mom, it’s very possible he wasn’t allowed to listen to a lot of modern music. as time goes on though, i like to think he listens to songs with soft acoustics and catchy hooks. what i’m thinking specifically is “i will follow you into the dark” by death cab for cutie. it would help him calm down for his anger issues and feel like he’s loved, even for a moment.

ace’s music taste is a little more basic. he’s a pretty simple guy! i think he’d listen to minnesotan hip hop, maybe even meme rap. something catchy, modern, but with a layer of irony behind it. i have a feeling he’d really like Brother Ali. maybe something less calm from him, though. he wants to be hyped up!

deuce wants to change. he has a whole moment in book 5 on how he wants to find himself and stop changing himself for the sake of other people. so, he tried listening to classical music. but he just couldn’t get into it. i think it’s more likely he listens to gangster rap / west coast rap. no one post modern, but instead artists like eazy-e and n.w.a. he’s mildly aware of newer artists but he doesn’t necessarily understand them. he’s a sucker for the classics!

cater canonically listens to the top 100 songs. but also cater is a pretty deep character. he doesn’t have a lot of trust in people so it’s very unlikely he’s honest about a lot of things, including his music taste. while cater SAYS he listens to popular songs, i think he’s a sucker for pop punk. waterparks and fall out boy are is jam! he would listen to them while skating!

trey gave me a bit of trouble. when i first made my headcanons, i joked around with my friends on how it’s more likely he’d listen to asmr than music. i still think that’s a bit true but when i asked around for other people’s opinions on what he listens to, i got another joke answer saying “british people music”. that’s when it hit me. classic rock! artists like the beatles, led zeppelin, and david bowie! he’s kind of a family guy so he probably listened to these songs growing up and he’s never quite ventured any further. it’s a little unconventional for the modern day world of pop but i think it suits him!

savanaclaw — 🏜

i think leona is a little more of a romantic than he’s willing to admit. it obviously wouldn’t show in the game but it bleeds a lot more into his tastes. the man may not know how to dress but he can treat a lady well! so i think he listens to classic jazz. he would definitely dance in the kitchen with you while listening to “somethin’ stupid” by frank sinatra! it maybe be hard to believe but underneath all that rough fur is a good person who wants to love as much as he wants to live.

ruggie’s felt a little too obvious to me. golden age hip hop! again, nothing too new but i like the idea that he somehow stumbles upon the most under appreciate artists ever and goes to their live shows! live shows that are mostly basement concerts lol. i can see him growing up on MF DOOM, though. his grandma probably subjected him to a lot of The Jackson 5 too! grammy don’t need fancy!

jack was another one that gave me a hard time. ok, honestly, i had a hard time with 3 other characters on this list but i did some more thinking and i’m content on my stances now! anyways, jack isn’t a very hardcore guy. in fact, i think he’s pretty classy. i think he listens to jazz pop. im specifically thinking of michael bublé. fun fact, it’s a popular headcanon that jack is canadian and michael bublé is listened as canadian pop lol. i didnt even realize that until i looked up what genre he was

octavinelle — 🪸

azul was another one that gave me trouble. im joking when i say this but i think he’d listen to those alpha bro podcasts and says that music is a waste of time. but as a serious answer? jazz blues. maybe even soul blues if he’s feeling like listening to something with lyrics. duke ellington feels like it would be a good fit!

floyd listens to vocaloid and i will refuse to elaborate on this.

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oh still here?

ok im joking, of course. gotta have a little fun on this blog and keep you on your toes. but hes pretty unpredictable and loses interest in things very easily. i think there’s no one genre that he gravitates towards. he just finds specific songs he likes and listens to them until he gets bored. his playlist is awful because he goes from musicals, to pop, to Debussy in one sitting. it’s genuine whiplash to give jaxe the aux because you don’t know what you’re gonna get when he hits shuffle.

i’m still right though. this man would listen to vocaloid.

jade is interesting because not a lot of things can keep his interest. it’s easy to say he’s like floyd and has a wide taste in music but that’s way too easy. plus, he has a genuine system going on in his head. while there is no pattern in chaos, there needs to be some semblance of pleasure. so i think he’s a fan of noise rock and hardcore. jesus piece is a definitive. you never know what’ll happen in those songs. each moment is filled to the brim with noise that doesn’t even leave you a moment to think. jade would be a fan of that.

scarabia — 🏝

it’s pretty canon that kalim prefers folk party music. he’s seen in multiple vignettes hosting parties where there’s live music that he plays in. but i wanna add something. the whole reason why he joined the pop music club was because of lillia’s performance where he had his little screamo moment, right? i don’t think it’d be that much of a stretch to think he’d be into that music wise. so i think kalim could really be into industrial and hyperpop! but really, he can be into anything just as long as it’s loud and amps him up. rob zombie, most likely. nothing more violent than that! he’ll feel bad :(

jamil is the one i’ve thought about the most. he IS my oshi, after all. i think he listens to a mixture of dance pop, disco pop, and a bit of female oriented rap. jamil is a munchkin and proud. he wants something to make him feel hot because his only coping mechanism is how he maintains himself. its easier to feel hot by yourself when youre listening to music than to deal with the idea of being perceived! :D

pomefiore — 🍏

vil definitely listens to pop. i think that’s a given for any influencer. but i also think he has a secret love for musicals! he’s most likely a classically trained actor, after all. all pomefiore kids give me the vibe of theater kids, especially because theyre actors. ride the cyclone is probably a favorite among him. and wicked. especially wicked.

rook is the one that gave me the hardest time. i didnt exactly know what he’d like to listen to because… frankly he doesnt share next to anything about himself so its near impossible to do a reading on him. like, genuinely, what the fuck. but yk. he IS a fanboy of neige. it isnt hard to imagine he likes k-pop and j-pop (or the twst equivalent). honestly, the idea that he’s a stan is so funny to me that i cant imagine him listening to much of anything else. that man writes fanfiction can poetry be considered fanfiction? about his classmates!!! he can be considered a stan!!!!!!! just an extremely eccentric one

ngl i dont know a lot about asian pop but uh… i like MAMAMOO and MOMOLAND???? literally cannot give you recommendations for this one soz

epel’s music taste came to me the moment i played chapter 5. country rap that’s a little misogynistic. yes epel is one of those kids who went thru a “i hate women” phase when he was younger because he didnt know how to grapple with his own ideas of how to be comfortable with his masculinity and femininity and wanted to uphold traditional gender roles due to a lack of fundamental misunderstanding of feminist theory and how the patriarchy includes men and a general insecurity of his body. i cannot give you recommendations because i am not a misogynist and the only country rapper i like is girliepop

ignihyde — 🎧

idia’s music taste is already confirmed. premo is said to be a hardcore metal idol group that has concerts until everyone passes out. i get a lot of people think he listens to vocaloid and other internet famous genres but tbh i think he thinks that hes too good for that shit. idia is a hipster before he is a nerd. idia would listen to PassCode, a heavy metal idol group. the only difference between it and premo is that PassCode has a more eletronica feel to it. itd fit right at home with our resident leet speak gamer. this is my PassCode propaganda post. listen to PassCode.

i cant say what orthro’s music taste is because i havent played through chapter 6 yet (im trying to upgrade all my srs to level 30 first). but i dont think he’d listen to music. this can be amended tho when i play thru it and i feel like my position has changed

diasomnia — 🪡

malleus was not hard for me at all. to be fair, i originally wrote all of these down on an instagram post and by the end, i was a little delirious. or just in tune with my creativity. either way, i was on a roll. i think malleus would listen to a mixture of musicals, opera, and ballet. it very specifically needs to be classical music that has a performance with it. considering that malleus is kind of a gamer, i think his attention span is a little short to stand an hour of pure music. plus, theyre things you can be invited to and experience with friends / family. imo, he’s a fan of swan lake and the phantom of the opera. something so hauntingly beautiful you cant look away with the added bonus of being able to peer into the tragedy of mortality and the human condition.

lilia listens to screamo and i have nothing to elaborate on that. i pray everyday that he listens to be your own pet. he probably has and legally that means i must sacrifice my life for him

silver would listen to bedroom pop. get it? ehhh? wow tough crowd. but i think he’d listen to bedroom pop because despite everyone’s attempts to get him into metal as an attempt to keep him awake, the slow and sleepy melodies of mxmtoon singing about simple joys in life is just too enchanting to turn away. hes a human first before hes a retainer. humans cant help but indulge in the simple pleasures

sebek was only tricky because i do not care for his character. for everyone else, i have some sort of interest in them but diasomnia just… doesnt exactly appeal to me for some reason. anyways, i think he’d listen to new age jazz. new age jazz is pretty easy to understand and can be as loud or as soft as one wants. probably something with instrumentals because he wants to focus on whatever hes doing rather than the music. new age and not the classics because he is still 16 and like… not as old as malleus lol

— thanks for reading ~

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Introduction) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: Hi everyone, this is my first Tumblr post. I decided to join the Tumblr Lookism community because of how much I love this manhwa and it became my favorite manhwa of all time. I wanted to share my thoughts, memes, and writing because of how much I adore this manhwa. I planned on writing my own mini series based on Lookism, especially on Park Jong Gun because I love him so much. This is all purely for fun, and I have so many Lookism scenarios that I just can’t help but want to share them all with people who love Lookism. If you do come across this, I hope you’ll all enjoy it and the future posts that will come.

The introduction will be a little long, so I hope you’ll bear with me on this one. If not, I’m sorry. You can skip it if you want, but the introduction will be important to understand where the story will be going. But I promise, Gun will be introduced in this part. I hope you appreciate some minor OC’s that I made to make the story a bit more interesting. Enjoy! :)

NSFW Warning: Violence, strong language/cursing, sexual violence, and sexual content (teaser).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Your arms wrapped around the lean, muscular body of the man who you grew to adore. Both of your mouths collided, as well as your bodies. The friction of your bodies made it unbearable, even when you two were still fully clothed. Touching feverishly amongst each other, the two of you wouldn’t dare part ways.

You became so smitten with this man that you got him wrapped around your little finger. His eyes stared down at you, with intense lust in his eyes.

“I think I’m going insane. I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” He said through clenched teeth, as he ripped through your clothes and tossed them aside. Your top, your skirt, and your under garments were torn off instantly, However, he reassured you that he’ll buy you new clothes later.

His hands glide against your legs, pulling them around his waist for you to wrap around him. You clung onto him as he carried you with his strong arms, making sure his lips didn’t leave yours. When the two of you reached the bedroom, he slammed the door behind him then pushed you onto the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” He looked down at you with a strong heated desire. His eyes and his body language says it all. He wanted you badly, and for quite a while now.

Once he removed every layer of clothing that he had on, they all seemed to have landed across the room near the door. He got on top of you, trapping you with his arms on the bed.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I’ll make you even more worthy to become my woman than any other woman could. I’ll make sure that you’ll become mine.”

Ah… when did it become this addicting to be with such a man?

Well, it didn’t really start off just from going on dates. It’s much deeper than that.

It all started in Japan. Japan was the place that held bittersweet memories. The place where you lived harmoniously with your mother in that one-room apartment that you had all to yourselves. That little space was just enough for you to feel content.

You didn’t care if the other students at your school treated you like a freak just because you were poor, wearing old and reused uniform. You’re going to school just to get into a university so you can help provide for you and your mom. That’s all that matters.

You missed your mom’s voice, the way she would sing those nostalgic 90s Japanese pop songs. You remembered when you used to come home from rough days at school. The first thing you’d hear was the sound of your mom’s voice coming from the kitchen, singing blissfully as she was cutting up potatoes and carrots to cook your favorite curry rice. Your mouth would curve to a very wide grin while greeting her and offering to help her out in the kitchen. The both of you would be singing together without a care in the world. Fun and laughter always filled the room whenever you were with your mother.

You missed when your mom would offer to also comb your hair. Her fingers gently untangling your hair left you feeling happiness and pleasure as it soothes you. Back then, times were simpler. There wasn’t a care in the world and you believed that nothing would get in the way from you two living peacefully with content. However, that all took a turn for the worst.

On a gloomy day, you rushed all the way home from school to try and avoid the rain. However, as rain drops started to fall from the sky, you were afraid that you might catch a cold while shielding yourself from the rain. You thought that it would be a hassle for you to have to go to the doctor if you got sick. You wouldn’t want to burden your mom who was already struggling to make ends meet with the rent, bills, and additional debts.

When you reached the front door of your apartment, you clumsily fumbled for your keys in your bag before unlocking the door and opening it. Your hand reached for the door knob and as you slowly turned to open it, you yelled out, “I’m home!-”

Suddenly, everything was moving in slow motion. Your bag dropped onto the ground with a loud thud as your eyes widened in horror. You saw your mom laid on the floor, unconscious with a small pool of blood trailing from her mouth. Panicking, you rushed straight to her and tried to shake her awake. “Mom?! Mom!!! Get up, please!! HELP!!! Someone please, oh god-” You dashed across the room as you reached for the only landline phone available near a meter radius and dialed 1-1-0.

Soon enough, the sounds of sirens were heard nearing with such an ear deafening tone outside your place. You felt yourself trembling as you kept shaking her, hoping that she’ll wake up anytime soon. The paramedics came into your apartment with a stretcher and you helped them lay your unconscious mother onto the stretcher. You sobbed as you saw them take your mother away, following them into the ambulance. Neighbors and random bystanders grew curious to see what was all the commotion and loud ruckus about. Many looked shocked and horrified, while others felt pity towards you and your mother. Everyone’s eyes pierced through your back like a painful wave when you followed the medical professionals into the ambulance and rode off.

Is this really it? What if mom never wakes up?

“Please, hurry…” you whimpered.

About ten minutes have passed and you made it into the hospital. They rushed her out right away to the ER to have her looked into. The doors immediately shut in front of you as you hurried over to the nurse who was blocking your way. “Is she going to be ok? Will she be alright? I don’t want her to die! Please help her!” Was all the words you mustered to say. The nurse surprisingly understood the babble of words that came out of your mouth, as she gave a reassuring grip on your shoulder and said, “I’m sorry miss, but you have to wait out here for a while. We’ll do everything we can to help your mom, okay?”

Please… not like this. Why did it have to be like this? We were okay, so why did things have to turn out like this? God, if you are really there, please don’t take my mom away from me. She’s all I have.

Your hands built into fists as you stood there in front of the ER doors sobbing, anxiously waiting for your mother to be alright.

An hour had passed. Then two hours. Then four hours. Then six. The situation dwindled when the doctor finally came out of the room. Your eyes were alarmed when you met eye contact with the doctor. “How is she doctor? Is she okay now?” The doctor’s eyes loomed with a tint of melancholy. “I regret to inform you that your mother has been diagnosed with COPD, which is Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. This could have been possibly due to her having Chronic Bronchitis previously. However, since she hasn’t been treated early, her symptoms worsened which resulted into COPD. Have you noticed that your mother had been coughing a lot recently?”

You felt your eyes dim and your heart sunk. You were so shocked that the previous events that occurred at home started running through your head.

Flashbacks of your mom over-working herself even at home came flooding in. The remembrance of the times when your mother coughed and told you she was alright after you repeatedly asked her if she was fine, made you feel guilty. Guilt that made you feel like an absolute fool.

How could I have let this happen? This is all my fault. If I hadn’t believed her all those times, she would have been treated right away. Yet, I had to find out like this.

“Y-yes… I have. All this t-time, she was trying to h-hide it from me… S-she told me she was fine, but I didn’t know she was suffering so… m-much…” Tears began to pour from your eyes, leaving you choked up and lost in your own regretful thoughts. The doctor sighed then said, “The only way for your mother to get better is for her to get surgery. She has to undergo pulmonary rehabilitation too before she gets surgery. You may ask for loans to help pay for the surgery and we will do anything we can to help you pay for medical finances.” A nurse came running to the doctor, informing him that he was needed in the third floor. At that, you thanked the doctor for his help and support, then watched him disappear in the sea of bustling people.

A few months have passed, and you decided to stick around in school until graduation. You knew that your mom would have been upset if you didn’t at least graduate from high school, so you decided to suck it up and worked hard until the end. Although, you were glad to leave that horrible place while barely passing. Originally, you had really good grades but it became harder for you to even concentrate in your final year of high school ever since your mother’s hospitalization. Word got out in your school that your mother was staying in the hospital, since one of the students who was brought in from your class overheard you talking to a teacher in the teacher’s lounge about your personal issues affecting your school performance during lunch break. Consequently, the treatment that your classmates gave you got even worse but you didn’t let that bother you. On the other hand, you were just glad that you got to graduate with your head held high regardless of the harsh bullying and the criticism towards you. In some way, this made you realize that you won over them.

Yeah, that’s right. I never gave up. So, fuck all of you.

At the time when you were trying to finish high school, you were managing a few part-time jobs after school and on the weekends just to help pay for the rent and manage your mom’s hospital bills. Luckily, you snagged a job as a waitress at a ramen bar next to the train station where a lot of customers get to stop by. On the other hand, you go to a nearby karate dojo near your place and worked as an assistant there. Just carrying boards, wooden planks, and gathering protective gear for karate sessions was simple enough to earn a generous amount of cash. Hell, you even enjoyed those intense karate matches that you get to see every week. Just observing your favorite karate students kicking ass was fun for you to watch. After all, you started to treat them like they’re your own students too even though they’re around the same age as you. It was as if you were their manager.

Fatigue was starting to catch up to you, yet you felt fortunate for the given opportunities. However, it wasn’t enough to pay for your mother’s hospital bills. You had no choice but to sign up for the special loan program that was being provided by the hospital. While your mother’s monthly bills were barely paid for, your debts started to increase exponentially which made you question whether you’re able to keep pushing yourself to work or not.

No. I have to keep going. I can’t let mom down like this.

After visiting your mom in her hospital room, you were about to leave to go to the ramen place for your upcoming shift until a poster with slips of phone numbers attached to it was on the hospital’s bulletin board. It caught your eye, so you decided to stop and take a look at its content.

Need more cash? Why not work ABROAD?

You have been given a special opportunity to move to any of the following countries abroad, and stay there for 1 year:

China

India

Indonesia

Singapore

South Korea

This is a chance of a life time, so don’t miss it since the number of people who are granted this opportunity are LIMITED.

Jobs will be provided for you through our own job recruiting agency, and we will ensure that you will be given jobs that are best suited for you.

All finances will be taken care of by our private company. Plane tickets, temporary housing, and more!

If you don’t have any form of identification such as passport, personal I.D., or any documents needed to travel, we got you covered!

Don’t worry about paying us back, because everything is FREE!!!

If this sounds interesting, please call one of these numbers now, and we’ll offer additional compensation for your job! GUARANTEED.

Sounds like a dream come true, right? Earning money was all that matters to you. At least, that’s what you were thinking of at that time to set you and your mother free from this hell hole of a reality, called life.

You decided to contact someone from that job recruiting agency, and they gladly accepted your service to them. Through the phone, they instructed you to go to a certain address right at the outskirts of Tokyo, where their company’s headquarters were at. They explained that they needed you to go there so that they can help you finalize all of the paperwork needed to travel and so, you went there without even thinking twice.

On the side of a street, you booked a cab and you headed over there right away. Once you got there, the taxi driver signaled that you were at your destination. You gave him the money and right when you got out of the cab, you found yourself standing in front of an old chipped building that was surrounded by other old abandoned industrial sites. There were only two black tinted cars parked at the very end of the parking lot, as the rest of the parking slots were all empty. A chilly gust of wind blew past you, making you shiver.

Is this really the right place? That taxi driver better have taken me to the right location.

Your hand slipped into your pocket as you took out a small slip of paper, which was the address that you wrote down during the phone call. Your eyes scanned the first few numbers of the address then compared it to the number of the building that was etched at the front of its exterior.

Yup, this is the one.

While slowly walking towards the door, your heart started hammering through your chest and you could feel your breathing hitch anxiously. You turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. Ding! A small bell from the door chimed your arrival, which made you jump.

You looked around the room nervously. There was a wooden desk sat right in front of the entrance and sitting behind it was a man with buff arms who was holding the newspaper right in front of him. An ash tray laid in front of his newspaper, as you watched a trail of smoke rise from behind the newspaper. “So you finally arrived, (Y/N).”

The man peeked from behind his newspaper then set it aside. Before getting up from his seat, he stretched to crack his back, neck, and knuckles that were dressed full of thick golden rings. You observed this man from head to toe. He had a scar visible over his eyebrow. His facial features were rough, with a bit of stubble above his upper lip and on his chin. His hair was slicked back, pompadour style. The side of his neck was painted in tattoos that were images of old Japanese calligraphy on his right side and a green menacing oni was on his left. His outfit was very professional as he wore a black suit with an expensive purple silk tie. “This way.” He grumbled before walking through a narrow hallway full of other offices.

While eyeing the rooms that you passed by, you caught a few other men arranging wooden crates in one room. They all looked pretty built and they looked like the type of men that if you ever met eye contact with them, you’d be dead on the spot. Quickly, you averted your eyes away from the room, worried that they would question you if you meet eye-to-eye with them.

Who are they, yakuza?

Eventually, you reached the end of the hallway to his private study. The newspaper guy closed the door behind the both of you and offered a chair for you to sit in front of his desk. Once the two of you got comfortable in your seats, he pulled out a stack of documents from his desk file and placed them right in front of you. He looked you in the eyes as he let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette that was stuck between his yellow stained teeth. “The name’s Ryuji. I’m glad that you decided to take us up on this special offer, Ms. (Y/N).” He propped his hands onto his desk seriously, while his gaze towards you became even more intimidating, like a tiger ready to strike. “Shall we begin?”

One by one, he handed you a document to sign while he summarized each one. The first document was a contract, stating that the agency will not be responsible for your belongings, safety, and health if it is not within the agency’s reach. They will not interfere with whatever actions you take while staying in another country, as long as you abide by the agency’s rules to ensure your own safety. The process of labor immigration will be taken care of by them, and in exchange, your discipline, proper work ethics, and determination is needed to fulfill the job position that will be assigned to you. By the end of the contract, he handed you a pen to sign. Without hesitation, you decided to sign.

You’re doing the right thing. This is for mom. All of this is for her.

The rest of the documents were taken care of. All personal information that was needed to travel was given straight to Ryuji, for him to sign papers on his end as a private contractor. He asked you which country would you like to go for work, and you chose “South Korea”. The reason why you chose South Korea was because you were more familiar with the Korean language than any other language from those other countries that was being offered. Good thing you went to a high school that offered to teach Korean as an additional language requirement.

Eventually, he gave you a plane ticket for a booked flight set in three days and an envelope that had enough cash for you to settle into the country that you’ll be working at. After everything was taken care of, he offered to let one of his personal chauffeurs to take you back home. “Goodbye (Y/N), thank you for choosing our agency to help you get what you need. I wish you the best of luck in Korea!” Ryuji waved while watching you ride off down the road. You watched behind you as the view of Ryuji and that agency grew smaller and smaller into the background.

Three days later, you boarded your flight to Korea and have safely landed at Incheon International Airport in Seoul. The day before you left for Korea, you visited your mother while she was sleeping. You gave her a light kiss on her forehead after whispering your words of goodbyes to her. “Bye mom, I’ll be gone for a while. I’ll miss you so much. And please, wait for me till I get back. I’ll work hard for both you and me, so hang in there!”

Now you’re on the grounds of Seoul! It is around five in the afternoon, and you finally exited the airport. While walking out, you walked pass a sea full of cars, taxis, and shuttles that were dropping off and picking up many people.

Geez, this place is so crowded! Where’s the pick-up service that Ryuji told me to look out for?

Before leaving the agency, Ryuji mentioned that an escort will come and pick you up from the airport. While scanning the bustling drop-off site, your eyes finally locked on a sign that says your name on it, written in big letters. You hurried over towards the person who was holding up the sign above their head while waving your arm wildly to get their attention. “Hey, over here!” (You said in Korean.)

The escort that was wearing black uniform took notice of you and waved back as he walked towards you. In Korean he said, “Hello, welcome to Seoul! You must be (Y/N). My name is Tae and I will be your driver to the Korean branch of the job agency. I’ll take care of your luggage while you get in the car.” You nodded as you gladly handed your luggage bag over to Tae for him to put in the trunk and got in the black Bentley.

Wow, leather seats. How fancy. Is it normal here in Korea to ride in expensive cars like this?

You were so excited that while Tae was driving, you marveled at the sights outside of the window as you passed by them. However, while staring at the unfamiliar streets of Seoul, your eyes grew heavier as they slowly closed. It didn’t take long for the fatigue to get to you, making you drift into a deep comfortable sleep.

“Miss, we’re here!”

You were woken up by Tae’s call as your eyes slowly fluttered open. You looked out the window and you were surprised to see that the sky was already dark. You jolted up in your seat as you looked around your surroundings from inside the car.

What the hell? Where am I?

You noticed that Tae wasn’t in the driver’s seat anymore. Actually, he was nowhere to be found. You shifted to the other side of the backseat to get a better view of your surroundings. You could still see that you were around the city area, but now, you were in a more secluded area than before. The tall skyscrapers were far away but still visible in the distance. The streets that you were in, barely had any people strolling around at this time. You noticed that the car was parked in front of a sketchy looking bar. The words, “Venus’s Paradise” displayed on the sign of the bar, surrounded by pink flashy lights around the words.

What is this place? Why am I here? This isn’t the agency’s branch. I need to call Ryuji right away!

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and you quickly dialed Ryuji’s phone number. As you anxiously waited for him to pick up, things were starting to look unpromising. The call immediately went to a “this phone number is not available” message that left you terrified out of your wits, so you decided to call Ryuji’s number again.

Dammit, come on and pick up the phone already!!!

After a few rings, the phone repeated the same automatic message. “FUCK!” Frustration swept over you as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I should’ve listened to my gut instead, I knew those bastards were shady! Those assholes-“ You heard the lock of the car click as the door to your right side opened up. You swiftly turned around as you saw two big strangers trying to reach over to you to grab you. Tae was just behind them, silently observing while lighting a cigarette in his mouth. You saw that your luggage bag was standing right next to him. “Come on, hurry up and grab her already! The boss is waiting, and he won’t be happy about this if we’re late. Make sure you bring her all in one piece!”

One of the muscular henchmen got a hold of your arms and tugged you out of the car. You tried resisting by thrashing around, but those strong humanoid freaks behind you restrained you by holding both of your arms behind your back. “Tae, this is a mistake! Why are you doing this?! I’m here to work, not get mixed up in with these creeps!”

Tae stared you down with an unsympathetic look in his eyes. He released an exhausted puff of smoke from his mouth before throwing his cigarette to the ground to properly extinguish it. Finally, his true colors were shown. He walked towards you then forcefully grabbed onto your chin as he leaned in closer to you. You can feel and smell his hot breath that reeked of cigs. “Listen here, girl. The only reason why you’re here now is because you’ve been chosen to become one of the lovely women who will serve our boss. Pretty little things like you could either be part of his little harem shit, or become one of the special hostesses that will satisfy the boss’s powerful friends.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to think of a plan to get out of this situation. “Then, what the hell was all of that contract shit then? What if the agency will look for me if I go missing? Isn’t this still considered THEIR business?” The two buff maniacs behind you chuckled while Tae sneered, “I wouldn’t say so. After all, this is out of their reach now. Didn’t you read the contract properly? You wouldn’t know that the guy who helped you get here in the first place is considered as one of the important business partners of our boss. He basically just sold you off to him. So now, stop acting like a little bitch and let’s go! We don’t got time for this.” Tae turned around to lead the way and right when they were going to push you inside-

NOW!!!

You kicked Meathead #1 on your left from behind on one of his shins, making him let go of your arms while howling in pain. Meathead #2 behind you looked at his partner confused. While he was distracted you head-butted him backwards as hard as you could, which hit him directly on his nose. Now you had both meatheads yelling in pain, and for that, you sprinted down the street like there’s no tomorrow!

Behind you, you could hear Tae ordering them to chase you. “You idiots! Don’t just stand there, go after her!!!” The two henchmen started bolting after you, while one was covering his now bleeding nose and the other one kept rubbing his leg like a moron. You huffed while trying to find some place to lose them but surprisingly, they’re quicker than you thought even when injured. You could tell by the echoes of footsteps chasing after you getting louder and louder by every minute that goes by.

Damn, where am I supposed to go now?! I left my stuff to that other asshole, and now I’m stuck in a foreign country! I can’t believe I let my own greed for money dictate my own actions. Ugh, I’m so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!!! I just wanted a good life, is that so much to ask for?!

You were running out of ideas of where to go, so you took a sharp left through an alleyway, but to no avail, you were trapped and chose the wrong turn. You were just met with a big dumpster right in front of you. “Shit.” You heard snickering behind you, making you turn around. The two muscle-headed idiots triumphantly walked towards you, seeing that you finally have no where to go. One of them said, “So much for running away. I can’t believe you managed to escape for a bit. Most beauties that we’ve taken in has never done that before. You’re actually the first to do that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh great, thanks. Do I get first place now?” They both stopped in front of their tracks, staring down at you with mischievous grins on their faces. “Oh no, you’ll get MORE than just first place,” said the second guy. “What?” The both of them slammed you against the dumpster, enough for you to dent the dirty tin behind you. You groaned in pain as they both pinned you against it, holding both of your arms over your heard by clamping your wrists together. “Since we’re already running late, they won’t mind if one of the packages go missing since there’s a lot more beauties like you. We’ll just say that we chased you all the way up to the Han River and you decided to jump over the bridge. Although, since you gave us a hard time, you’ll have to repay us with some hardship.” The guy on your left had his finger trailed down from your cheek to your chest, while fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. The other creep licked his lips, enjoying the sight of you trying to struggle against their strong grip. You felt hot tears running down your face. Not from fear, but from rage. Rage that resulted from your lack of physical strength.

“That’s right, bitches like you should feel fear. They should be at the mercy of their masters. Should’ve done what you were told right from the start, then you wouldn’t have to go through this. But don’t worry, it’ll be quick. We’ll take good care of you~” You winced as their grips on your wrists had gotten tighter than before. Their hands started to undo the buttons of your shirt and you squirmed under their touch, still trying to resist them. You shut your eyes, prepared for what was yet to come until…

“How pathetic. Guys like you who couldn’t manage to get a woman with their own charms would resort to something like this. Ah, who knew what the world has come to?”

The two of the men paused and whirled around, shocked to see that there was actually a witness who saw everything. You felt their hands loosen a bit from being startled by the stranger. Your eyes slowly opened, curious to see where that voice came from. In front of the three of you was a tall blonde man with glasses blocking the way out of the alleyway. His outfit screamed rich and expensive, with his flashy GUCCI light blue suit and pants. His suit was printed with an intricate pattern, somewhat like clovers. His outfit was paired with a white buttoned-up polo shirt underneath and a golden tie wrapped around his neckline.

The blonde gave a wicked grin as if he was excited to beat up any guy he sees, regardless of who it may be. The glint in his eyes says it all too. In return, the two assholes in front of you glared back at the blonde. “And who the hell are you?” spat one of them.

“Oh yeah, you should know my name before you get your asses handed by me. My name’s Joon Goo Kim. It’s a pleasure to be here, really. I was just so bored waiting for my ride to come pick me up, so I decided to wander around the streets of Gangnam. Oh man, I’m so glad I heard you idiots loud and clear from the outside of this alleyway. At least now I have some form of entertainment to keep me company. So, now I’ll give you two options and you’ll only get three seconds to decide. First, you can leave the woman be and fight me to your heart’s content, OR, you can give me five billion won and I’ll pretend that I didn’t see or hear anything then leave.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. From the Korean that he just spoke, you could understand a decent amount of it. Thank god, you actually paid attention during class. However, from the words that you understood from him, you can confirm:

This guy’s another asshole. Actually, a major freak for violence. The blonde bastard didn’t show up just to save me. He actually came just to have a brawl? Are all men in Korea THIS ABSURD?!

You felt an uneasy chill go up your spine. Your senses were telling you that the blonde man, named Joon Goo, may be dangerous. Even when you couldn’t do anything at that moment, you could feel how close your sweet escape was. An opening will soon reveal itself soon.

“Three.”

Both of the muscle-brained idiots started to enrage in panic. “Now, wait a second!”

Goo was still grinning in amusement. “Two.”

“Why the hell should we follow YOUR orders, huh?!” They started to completely loosen their restrain on you.

Even though you started to despise the blonde guy in front of you, you realized that he unintentionally gave you an opportunity to escape. You now see a bright light in between the two guys standing in front of you, with their backs now turned towards you.

Thank you.

��O-“

You swiftly sped right through the opening in between the two of them towards Goo. The two knuckleheads were surprised to see you swept past them out of the blue like that. Even Goo’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You bitch!” The guy that was on your left stepped and reached out to you to try and grab your head until-

WHAM!

By instinct, you stopped on your tracks for a split second, whirled around, and round-house kicked the guy on the side of his head with your right foot. In slow motion, all of you watched as you sent him flying straight into the wooden wall. With such force, a loud crack was heard where his skull made contact with the wall underneath a gust of all of that rubble. His head was now etched deep into the wall with the rest of his body hanging unconsciously while dust was still flying everywhere.

The other creep stood near the dumpster as his jaw dropped to the floor, staring at the sight in disbelief. “H-how the hell was that possible…?” Your head pointed up towards the sky. You let out an exhausted sigh, as if you let all of your energy into that one kick. You didn’t see Goo’s reaction clearly, but you could have sworn that he was grinning even more maniacally than ever. “How interesting. I didn’t see that one coming.” he whispered to himself. In your head, you were trying to process what just happened but you started to feel a bit light headed.

How did I even do that? I’ve never fought before in my life, and yet, I knew how to pull a move like that? Where did that even come from and where have I seen that move before?

While trying to control your breathing, your head slowly turned towards your next target. A gleam of danger emanated threateningly from your eyes, making the buff idiot flinch. His eyes then changed from fear to a new spark of annoyance and rage. “H-how dare you fucking scare me like that for just a second. How could a bitch like you manage to do that?! You just got lucky!” He started running towards you with his fists clenched outward and ready to strike. As he went for a jab to your face, you shifted your weight to your right leg and countered his punch with a left side kick. You feel yourself light on your feet while you shift from side to side, trying to give distance between the two of you and dodged every attempted punch. This gave you time to think of a proper attack to land a powerful kick on him. It was like everything was automatic to you. Like information was just stored into your brain without you even being aware of it.

It has been a while since the two of you have been going at each other. While you were in the middle of defending yourself, Goo was watching intently, observing your swift moves until he heard someone call for him from behind. “Hey Goo, you asshole. I told you to wait for me in front of Gangnam Station.” Goo raised an eyebrow as he turned to see who had finally arrived to the scene. “Ah, you finally came. What took you so long?”

Another tall man was walking towards Goo. Just like Goo’s entrance, this man’s impression was very rich and suave in taste. His dark hair was well-kept as the sides of his head were trimmed and the top of his head was slicked back nicely. His face had on wide-rimmed glasses, not enough to make his eyes visible to see through them from a viewer’s perspective. The new stranger had a long black coat over his shoulders, swaying from the breeze. Underneath, was a unique button-down maroon suit matching with his pants. Inside the multiple layers of expensive clothing was a white long sleeve polo shirt, as well as a bright yellow tie. He was a really attractive man, however, he was not in his best mood.

He stopped on his tracks right next to Goo and turned to look at him with annoyance. “You made me search for you all over Gangnam, you bastard.” His hand reached into his pocket for a cigarette from a new pack he just bought, then popped it in his mouth. On the other hand, he got out a lighter and lit the cig in his mouth before puffing a smoke. His gaze fixated on Goo’s fascinated pupils pointing towards the small fight that you and the only conscious henchman were having.

You didn’t notice the new stranger’s entrance, since you were too busy countering the guy’s punches with your kicks. Blocking and kicking over and over again was starting to tire you out, but that didn’t let you give up just yet.

Goo and the new guy watched intently in silence, observing your movements.

“So, who is she?”

Goo shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“How long have they been going at it for?”

“Not sure. Probably for about thirty minutes now.”

Mr. Wide-Rims chuckled. “I’m surprised someone like her is able to hold on for that long. If I were to catch her out in the street, I wouldn’t have thought of her as a fighter. I don’t sense that vibe coming off from her.”

Goo pushed his glasses back onto his nose bridge. “You have noooo idea. At first, I found her helpless like a little kitten by the dumpster but I didn’t know that she would manage to pull something like that.” He pointed over to the other guy whose head was still punctured into the wall while his limp body was still hanging.

The guy with black hair smirked at the sight of the unconscious man. “Oh? What a terrifying woman… hm?” His eyes turned back to the duel, watching the way you moved. Your kicks, your fighting stance, and your facial expressions somehow managed to hypnotize him. “I see now. She’s using Kyokushin Karate. I wonder how she learned how to fight like that. She must be an amateur fighter from what you told me so far, but the results that we got in front of us didn’t seem to be like that. So, how come?”

The man that you’ve been fighting with was starting to run out of steam. You could see sweat coming down from the sides of his head. The same goes for you too, as you felt beads of sweat trickling down your forehead.

I need to finish this now. But how can I do that if I can’t find any openings?

“Dammit, this ends now!!!” The man in front of you bellowed and bolted straight towards you with his fist outwards, ready to come for the final blow. All of a sudden, your vision became narrower. Your surroundings dimmed around you, as if your body suddenly transported into a dark empty room. The guy coming towards you was the only thing visible in sight. His movements played in slow motion and you finally saw the opening that you were hoping for. Right in front of you was a circle of light illuminating around his face.

“Gotcha.”

With a spring from your heel, you leaped towards him then landed on flat on your left foot. As you put pressure onto your left foot from the fall, you swung your right leg forward then kicked him as hard as you can. The tip of your shoe landed straight for his chin before he could have managed to go for a straight punch. The impact that your foot had with his chin resulted in lots of teeth broken from the force of his lower jaw onto his upper set of teeth. Eventually, his body flew straight up into the air, like a projectile that just fired. The direction where his body was sent flying went straight into the dumpster with a loud thud. The back of his head ricochet a bit off of the edge of the dumpster where he landed with his whole body laid spread out. All the poor guy could feel at that moment was just pain all over his body, which led him to pass out on the spot.

Mr. Wide-Rims gaped in awe as his cigarette slowly fell from his mouth. The way you sent that man flying was such a beautiful sight to see. Everything about that moment was perfect. The timing was just right. The amount of force you used on your movements was calculated perfectly. The energy that was used up from that attack was well-spent. All of these factors somehow mesmerized the man who has been fighting all throughout his life. He had never seen moves before that looked so picturesque like a perfect movie. Especially, from a woman such as yourself. “How can her moves be so graceful? I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

Goo on the other hand, had a glint of wickedness in his eyes. Unlike the first time he saw you send someone flying, his vision became clearer. The sight that he gladly witnessed caused him to come up with a great idea that he thought would benefit him. An idea that he never knew was coming…

Your legs almost gave out as you caught yourself from falling by holding onto your knees. While breathing heavily from all of the action that had taken place, your head sunk down as you tried to catch your breath. “Well, well, well. I guess we have a winner.”

Your head tilted back upwards, as you now see two figures standing in front of you. Goo was still standing there, as he gave you a small mischievous wave. Right next to him was someone you assumed was a new stranger. You and the mysterious stranger locked eyes with one another, even though you couldn’t really see his eyes through those glasses of his. However, even though you couldn’t make out what his eyes looked like through those wide-rimmed glasses of his, his presence was intense. Similar to Goo’s, when you first encountered him a while ago. You had a feeling that these men were not meant to be messed with.

Goo slowly walked towards you, then leaned in close to your ear, enough to hear him whisper. “I’ll make an important offer for someone special like you. How about you become my secret friend, huh? How about it?”

What? His secret friend? What did he mean by that?

Behind him, the mysterious stranger followed after Goo then stopped in between you and the blonde. He glared at Goo and in an instant, he grabbed onto your arm and pulled you away from Goo’s range. You could now feel the tension spark between them, like tension that started between two street dogs fighting for dominance over a bone they just found. The stranger’s grip on your arm tightened from the anger that started surging through him, until you forcefully yanked back your arm away from him then backed away from the two of them.

“Now hold on a minute. Who the hell do you think you are trying to grab onto me like that? I don’t even know you!”

The dark haired stranger scoffed. “You should be grateful that I tried to get you away from whatever that idiot was trying to get you involved in. However, I apologize. I don’t think I introduced myself. My name’s Jong Gun Park, and I’m willing to take you under my care to become one of my greatest masterpieces.”

You blankly stared at Gun in disbelief.

Huh?

[End of Introduction]

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