#the fucking glitches from that part to the crying/smiling one???
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oh yeah that's one fucked up little dude right there <3
#first time going back to pete's teaser after considering the show going down a different road with vegaspete#AND THOTS ARE BEING THUNK#mostly because all i could remember was the crying vs smiling part#and like most people i read it as pete trying to still smile after everything vegas put him through and i was very much Not Interested#i had completely forgotten about the first part!!!!!#the way the music stops when pete is loading the gun???#his smile???#the fucking glitches from that part to the crying/smiling one???#THAT'S CHILLING AND IDK WHAT IT MEANS BUT IM 🕯️🙏🕯️#okay i s2g im shutting up about vegaspete until saturday#kinnporsche the series#vegaspete#pete kinnporsche#m: txt
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Omfg I ate that Vox fic up! The one where he hypnotized the reader after a long fight of them nearly being taken from him. Can you do a part 2 please? Like when the reader eventually learns he basically forced them to sign the contract and they find a way to be immune to his hypnosis? He goes absolutely nuts despite literally owning their soul. He's canonically a control freak and seems to even have some yandere traits. I hope I'm not going against your rules! You don't have any posted so I just wanna ask! Thank you for being awesome! :D Don't hesitate to turn down this request. Write what makes you feel comfortable. Just please respond so I and everyone else knows not to make a similar request in the future. Lots of love!
ABSOLUTELY!! I did take this in a slightly different direction, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Lowkey thinking of doing a Vox POV of this later and maybe even a part three...
Vox isn't actually in this much, but I feel a loose actual plot coming together and this is what naturally flowed for me.
I hope y'all are ready for more angst... plus a cliff-hanger <3
More Than Anything Part 2 [Vox x Reader]
Part 1
Part 2.5
"You controlling prick!"
Vox ducked as you threw a pillow at him. Even in your righteous anger, you'd never actually truly try to hurt him, but by god were you pissed.
Despite Vox's obvious disdain for the Hazbin Hotel and its association with Alastor, you visited the hotel occasionally to catch up with your friend Angel Dust and give some much-deserved love to his pet pig Fat Nuggets. It was during one of these visits that you ran into Alastor, who immediately looked at you with disgust in his ever-present smile.
"Really now, my dear," he said as he shook his head in disapproval. "It's already enough of a shame that you have such poor taste in a romantic partner, but to give your soul to him as well? I thought you were smarter than that."
The overlord could see the aura of Vox's ever-annoying electric cords locked around your soul like chains. You'd been confused and his eye twitched with annoyance as he realized what Vox had done to you. To say you were livid after he explained that you'd been tricked was an understatement.
"Y/N, I'm sorry," Vox pleaded as you fumed at him in his room. "But you left me no other choice! You weren't listening to me and if I didn't bind your soul, then Satan knows what could have happened to you by now."
"Just because you don't fucking believe in my ability to look out for myself doesn't mean you get to just take my soul!" You screamed with hot, angry tears flowing down your face. You wipe at them, only crying harder at the frustration of the tears you couldn't control in your anger. You felt like they undermined your emotions.
Vox's magic sparked around him as he tried his best not to get angry and start a fight with you. He was terrified and was that much more susceptible to his angry tendencies in moments like these. It took everything in him to try and calm himself, not wanting to push you away further. His heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw you pull a large bag out of the closet and start shoving clothes into it.
"W-Where are you going?" Vox panicked as he crossed the room.
"The hotel," you said with quiet fury, as you stepped away from the closet and went to the nightstand with your personal things on it. "I need some space and it's the one fucking place I know you'd rather die again than follow me to."
"Ŷ̸̪͕o̸̢̿̿ū̷̫ ̶̬͂c̶̺̾͂a̴͒͘͜n̴̫̂̔'̶̡̉t̶͙̝̄͒," Vox said, his voice starting to glitch as his panic increased. "You've heard the news, the extermination is in a week and the angels plan on attacking there first. There's no guarantee they'll keep to the date after how much little miss dumbass pissed off heaven. It's not safe there."
You pull your bag over your shoulder and the look you gave him will haunt him for the rest of his afterlife. "It's safer than here."
It breaks him all the more when you shield your eyes from him and storm past him so he can't hypnotize you into staying. Vox is paralyzed with fear like never before. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop you from leaving him, but he couldn't do anything as his system glitched so hard it forced him into a reboot. When he came to, he was alone. You were gone.
--
Charlie was more than willing to let you stay at the hotel. The two of you hadn't had the chance to really ever speak before, but she was always friendly when you came to visit Angel, even after you explained to her there was no way you'd be able to become a guest.
In exchange, you were happy to help set up the defenses against the extermination. You got to know all of the other members of the hotel and the work helped you push down the burning ache in your chest.
Vox had been trying to contact you nonstop. You eventually turned off your phone, driven insane by the wall of notifications of him begging you to respond in any way. He knew you were okay for the time being. He was literally connected to your soul. But as the extermination day grew closer, his panic only increased. If it wasn't for Valentino and Velvette holding him back, there were several times he genuinely would have set aside his pride and come to the hotel just to get you.
It was after helping Husk and Cherri put up a particularly tricky barrier with the dwindling supplies that Angel found you taking a break. He passed you a water which you took gratefully as he slid down the wall and joined you on the floor.
"So," he started. "Are we going to ever talk about the reason why you're hiding out here?"
"Do we have to?" You groan, running your fingers through your hair. Despite the smiles and laughter you'd been sharing with your newfound friends as you all prepared for the potential end of it all, the dark circles on your eyes gave away what was lurking underneath.
For as angry as you were at Vox, you missed him. You missed feeling him curl against you in bed. You missed being woken up at unholy hours early in the morning because Vox couldn't start his day without giving you a kiss and telling you how much he loved you. You missed his shitty taste in shows and how he'd collapse into your arms after a long day at work.
Angel sighed, looking at the boarded-up lobby. "Look I may not get it, but you love the guy, right? Are you really content with possibly dying in a couple of days for a cause you're not even a part of, just because you're pissed with him?"
"He stole my soul, Angie" You frown at him.
"And that is fucked up as hell," he agrees. "But I know you and I know there ain't no way in hell you're actually satisfied leaving shit like this."
"I just-," you start before groaning. "How the hell are we supposed to come back from this? I doubt he'd ever void the contract. He's too convinced he's right for that."
Angel sighed, setting his own cup aside. "Honestly toots, you're not gonna like it, but... He kinda has a point."
You whip your head up to look at him and he holds up his hands defensively. "Not saying that stealing your soul was the right call. Believe me, if anyone gets how fucked it is having your soul controlled by a sociopath with a big ego, it's me. But you're not exactly in the safest of places, dollface. Not to mention, you're dating an overlord who's in a trio determined to piss off as many big shots as possible. His mind may not be in the right place, but his heart kinda is."
You take Angel's words to heart and sigh as you bury your face in your arms. "I hate it, but you're right... I just... I don't want to hold him back. I don't want to be the person that needs to be protected. I want to be his equal, not his problem."
"Then tell him that," Angel sighs. His gaze drifts to the bar and smiles fondly. "Someone recently has taught me how important being real with yourself is. It's okay to be flawed. No one got stuck in this shithole cause we were perfect, y'know?"
He nudged you with a grin as he added, "Plus, come on. Can you imagine how many bitches in hell would kill to have a sexy fucker that wants nothing more than to love ya and keep ya safe? I love you toots, but for fucks sake, pick a struggle."
You snort, shaking your head as you lightly swat at his arm. "Fuck you for being right about shit all the time."
"It's one of my best assets," Angel smirked. "Y'know, aside from all the fluff."
You laughed as he puffed up his chest and by the end of the evening, you'd decided to head back. As much as you loved Angel and wanted nothing more than to be by his side as the extermination drew near, he had a point. This wasn't your fight and there was a controlling dumbass that had been blowing up your phone ever since you left that was praying for your return.
After exchanging promises to see each other after the extermination, you left the hotel. You had an idiot to see.
#vox x reader#hazbin hotel#angel dust#the tiniest nudge at huskerdust#i know this wasnt super vox focused but the next part def will be
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◇Satisfaction◇
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Summary: THE LAST PART TO DRY HUMPING??? Thank you guys for liking my dumbassery? Craaaaazy to think any of you would liked this weird brain shit I got goin on in this blog.
Warning: Smut, pure, unadulterated smut. Smut smutty smut smut smut! (Just enjoy-)
Word count: Noneeee! Just made this
That pleading look in your foggy eyes, “I'm afraid I won't be going back on my word, Darling. But I will let you have the release you crave.” He explained while moving his hands from your chest and wet, squelching cunt to your waist, from there he drew your body forward and watched as you jolted and squirmed with a noise of embarrassment from your enjoyment of the feeling. His wicked grin grew, eyes narrowing as his smile twitched until you able to see the blackness that was his gums, “Mm-” Your hips jerked against him, hands coming up to his shoulders as a brace as you began to move yourself, no longer needing Alastors help in the matter as strings of moans and blubbering gasps started up again. Satisfied with your eagerness to please yourself from his teasing attacks on your most sensitive area, he leaned further away, back falling flat onto the grass as his ears flattened against his hair and he growled at the feeling of your wet juices flowing over his pants, your knee grazing his bulge that was oh so noticeable. But not to you. “Fuck- Al.. ‘S not enough.. It's not- I can't..!” You whined, body bending forward so that you were hovering over him, hair coming undone from its once firmly tied place, framing the two of you like a curtain as the radio demons claws slipped behind your head to bring you further down. Your body was laying atop his, hands gripping the grass near the sides of his head as his lips caught you in a kiss that broke your mind in half from the unexpected action and surprising amount of affection placed behind it. He plunged his tongue as far into your mouth as he could, his other hand continuing its guidance of your lower half as your eyes rolled back into your head, and your body began to twitch harder. You were right there, and all he had to do was push you all the way. How lovely for him, to have you in this bind, and not even one with your soul but with your mind. Your leg hiked up and slung over his other thigh, your heat pressing firmly on his straining bulge before you finally could hear a noise bubble from beneath Al's static that crackled. A noise resembling a glitched moan left him, noise transferring into your mouth which you reciprocated as he bit down onto your tongue, blood falling onto his lips which he lapped desperately up before you both flipped over.
“I really am impressed,” Al hissed into your ear as his lips trailed down your neck, fingers working deep into your clenching heat as his other hand kneaded the flesh of your breast from underneath your knitted button-up sweater, “You lasted far longer then I believed you would, but alas you didn't meet my true expectations.” His fingers curled, two digits rocking into the spongey spot right near your entrance, drawing a cry from your lips at the teasing. “I fear you haven't earned me inside you just yet.” Finished with a nip to your ear, tweaking your peak with a roll of his forefinger and thumb as your ground down into his other hand, whines and soft gasps continuing to climb in volume as fireflies hummed and blinked around you both. He'd brought you into the swamplands of his pocket dimensional room, his tie, belt, and cane strewn halfway to where he had worked you up from at the door. Your body relaxed flat against the deer demons chest upon his lap so he could have his way with you as he pleased. It was torture though, the edge that was just close enough to reach always furthering itself as he'd slow his movements or move his thumb from your swollen clit to stop that thread from snapping in two. “N-no- I- But!-” You writhed, hands feverishly trying to find a place to rest as the repetitive edging was starting to become to much. “No, Al.. I'm sorry, I never- I didn't mean—” He hushed you, grinning lips placing another kiss on your skin before he managed to switch your position on his lap, making your legs straddle a single thigh so he could see that begging expression.
You felt the soft grass, hair messy against it as you panted against the man above you’s lips, your legs being tugged upwards as he broke the kiss and buried his face into your shoulder so he could rut down between your legs at a quick pace. “How..” He breathed heavily, eyes failing to focus properly on your blissful expression, “How dare you do this to me.. You filthy thing..!” Those words were dripped in malice, anger from the pleasure you were providing for him when he had only wanted you to break for him. You had, but at what cost to his own pleasure. This grotesquely marvelous feeling he'd detested with his entire soul finally feeling as it should, like he needed it to feel as his hips pushed harder, the throb becoming nearly unbearable. He was there, the gooey warmth finally adding to the damp spot that had nearly dried and then some as it seeped slightly through the fabric, the white stickiness gently coating your lady lips as he continued to rub against you until your own climax hit you like a truck. With a groan of sorts, hands holding him into your chest while your body arched, you came undone against him and allowed your mind to fade as he pulled himself flat down against you with a sigh before darkness consumed you.
#keiks piece#hazbin hotel#keiks works#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel x reader#keiks creatures of intrigue#alastor#alastor altruist x reader#alastor altruist#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor smut#alastor x reader smut#hazbin hotel x reader smut#hazbin hotel smut#smut
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The Taste of Deceit(Hyungline Part Two-Finale)
Masterlist
The Taste of Deceit Masterlist
Hyungline- Part 1, Part 2: Hoseok, Namjoon
Warnings: Violence, Dark Characters with Darker Intentions. Disturbing imagery, allusions, blood, and slight gore. And the most important- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT(Dub-con, Non-con).
This took me so long...It has been a long year.
Word Count: 13k-ish
Happy New Year Everyone.
Kindly excuse typos and errors. No advanced editing done.
(GIF credits to the owner)
"Where are the rest of them?"
The man leading the team asked as he inspected the bloodied bodies of his colleagues, keeping an eye on the cold corpses, while the rest of the team spread out in the house, in search of Officer (L/N)(Y/N).
They were not very hopeful regarding her survival.
The backup force in the adjacent house, who were allotted to keep a watchful eye, were all found on the floor--cold and mangled. It was a direct dent in the department. A declaration of war.
His eyes scanned through the bed, trying to figure out any oddity in the darkness. Switching on the lights would alert the lurking enemies. And he could not afford to lose more of his team members. Tentatively, his gloved hands ran through the bloodied sheet, the room stunk of it.
Finally!
He found something, a square–no, rectangular device. Fishing it out from below the covers, he inspected the device. It seemed akin to a voice recorder. Marred with blood, the man had every reason to consider if (Y/N) deliberately left it there for them to find her, or maybe a clue...they were too late.
Wiping away the blood, he switched it on.
There were a few muffled sounds and some glitches initially before he could clearly hear–
There was a continuous huffing before he heard a gasp and a moan.
"Who do you belong to? Huh–?"
"You-Oh my–ah!"
"Why–I thought y-you fucking worked for the authorities."
"I—Jin-hah! That's notyou, Please!"
It was somewhere between a beg, a cry and a moan. The captain stood still, blood beginning to boil. But he continued to listen.
Officer (L/N)'s gasps and the sound of skin slapping were clear to him as much as what was transpiring in the recording.
"Please Jin—just surr–surrender, this was—"
Smack!
"Tch! Shut it already—You– and I both know that they are never seeing us again!"
"Oh–my—"
"Right Baby, just let g–go–shit! Too much of this fuc-fuking game–yeah? It'sokay..."
The sounds that followed felt like a slap on his face. No, it was a slap on the whole fucking department's face.
"I forgive you, love."
That was the final straw, the officer rose his hands to smash the bloody thing on the ground. Kim Seokjin messed with the wrong person, he fucking spit on the Department. He was going to hunt—
He paused midway.
Kim Seokjin left the tape deliberately. It was an open challenge to the department, he even did not bother to clean up after the murdering two of the officers himself, not the rest too. The recording, the murder scene, the whole house— all these were powerful pieces of evidence.
So why would he just...Leave them behind?
That sly rat obviously did not want to get caught.
But the evidence...
Unless...
"Officers! Officers wherever you are get out of the building I said evacuate the buildings. Over."
He held the tape close as he rushed out of the room and into the hallway."
"Sir, what is wrong?" One of the officers asked through the device.
"It's a trap! I REPEAT IT'S A TRAP! EVACUATE THE—-"
BOOM!
The deafening boom was swift, followed by another within a millisecond, but the amber and the sparks were quicker.
And within a moment, the two buildings burst into flames. Fire and fireproof helmets flying out, some parts of burning cloths, burnt uniforms and perhaps some skin attached to them.
—---
Jin smiled at her sleeping form through the mirror before he felt his burner phone vibrating.
"Sir, it's done." A voice from the other side spoke as soon as he picked up the call.
"Good, now get out of there." Jin instructed before hanging up the call.
He could finally lean back. His eyes remained on the road ahead, along with a smile that he did not wish to wipe anytime soon.
—--------
Waking up was a slow process. But (Y/N) had not felt more blissful before. She felt like she was surrounded by soft clouds. She felt pampered, and it was not a feeling foreign to her but she was relaxed and—-
She woke up with a start, shaking the remaining sleep off her, though her mind was still a bit muddled. Flashes of the night before occupied her mind as she blinked to clear up her vision. He...What had she done?
Did she give in?
She just...She just laid there, under him, taking whatever he gave her
She put her whole department to shame and yet—
The gentle fingers brushing through her hair, detangling the tresses were all too familiar to even guess– she knew it was Jin. Laying behind her.
"How did you sleep?" It was the morning voice that she was used to, but this time, she was alert for a whole new reason.
Did he wish to play with her a bit before slaughtering her?
There was one thing that Kim Seokjin would never forgive, she had learnt in her two years with him– betrayal.
Expecting forgiveness from him after stabbing him in the back was like trying to dig up a well in a desert.
"You need to relax, Love. As I said yesterday, I forgive you."
She frowned but did not dare to turn.
"I forgive you..."
"I forgive you..."
"I forgive you..."
Was that what she heard before she fell into a tired, hopeless, dreamless slumber?
Even if she were to die, she knew that she was no coward. And she would not die like one. So (Y/N) turned around, facing the man who shaped her nightmares and dreams.
Turning around, she realised she was naked, while he was in his usual night pyjamas. And while she had been naked with him several times before, this made her feel vulnerable, exposed even.
"You did not give away the other pen drive, Jagi. Of course, I forgive you. How can I not?"
He looked soft, hair ruffled, eyes slightly swollen, and overall deceptively harmless.
"You killed them."
As long as she could remember, there were two bodies. Two of her seniors lay bloodied and dead on the bed.
"Yes, Jagi, I killed them all." Jin's smile was sweet, the one she had grown used to.
And so was it unhinged.
"You can't hide forever, you know?"
"We, Love. It's us against them. You proved your loyalty to me last night. The remaining doubts shall be dealt with effectively." He rose slightly with the support of his elbow and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I will be back, yeah?"
He left after that. Left her with her thoughts as she spiralled further and further down. All the things that had gone wrong and that she had done wrong. Two of the senior-most officers were dead. The department would hunt her down, hunt them down.
She had no clue how long it had been until Jin returned with a tray that she assumed contained breakfast.
"I had the maids prepare a light breakfast, did not want you to get your stomach upset again."
She frowned. Why did she not remember any of that?
"I–I threw up last night?"
"Yes, you did, even had a fever. Perhaps things were too much for you. Had me worried there for a while. Now, rise up, you must eat something."
"Why are you doing this?" She refused to believe that she was 'forgiven', she was not even apologising in the first place. "If this is your way of prolonging—"
"I could have killed you the day I found out who you were."
She stilled at his words. They were obvious but that did not stop the chill that descended into her spine. It was a strange cocktail of sadness and affirmation.
"But I didn't..."
I couldn't
The words lingered with uncertainty in the air.
"I wanted to see how far this little game goes. And then I saw it..." He tilted his head as his lips curved into a condescending smirk "...How naïve you were. It's pathetic actually. Thinking what you do is the 'right thing'."
"You run an underworld business of drugs and weapons Jin. No matter what you do, how you are, you cannot separate that from yourself...You have blood on your hands Jin and the only way to wash it—"
He interrupted her with a loud scoff that broke into a cackle.
"Honey, you don't wash it all off, it took my blood sweat and money to build this empire. And then I watch some puppet idealists coming to topple it...It's amusing."
He gently laid the breakfast tray on the foldable table placed over her lap.
"It's a game (Y/N). A big game where people like you are only disposable pawns...Why do you think the department is bothered about me now? Why not years back? I was easier to crush then."
When she only frowned, he continued.
"Because they are not hunting for sweeping the city, or the nation clean. They are hunting for those who cannot be loyal to them. Once you are ready to spend billions on election campaigns, domestic and international deals, give money to their pretty puppets and invest in their projects– be their loyal dogs, do the dirty work for them...You are free to do whatever the fuck you want."
He gently cupped her cheeks, leaning in to level with her gaze. "One Government topples, so does their favours upon their underworld allies, the next one would only want to uproot them all. It's not about just tice, or charity, or protecting the city. It never was. It has and always been about power...Once they find out that you have not handed over the other pen drive, you are going to end up with a 'criminal' bullet lodged into your head."
"What about the bullets in those officers' bodies?"
Jin only smiled "If my soul were made of what has shaped yours, Jagi...I would not have been where I am."
He placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Get something into your system. I will prepare a bath for you."
Standing up, he towered over her.
"For now, you are not allowed to step out of the room without my explicit permission. Not until my trust in you is restored completely. You still went to meet them, and I cannot risk another slip-up."
"So I am your prisoner."
"Of course not, Jagi. I have a special place for my 'prisoners'. You are the woman I love and refuse to lose. You are the one for me. But fortunately, love cannot blind me to the realities of your position. It is just a bump in the road, we will pass through this."
She could not even begin to decipher what odd amalgamation of emotions she was feeling at the moment. It was all too much. But she knew one thing...She was trapped. A trap she had willingly walked into.
"I will let you have the bath to yourself. Finish up, okay?"
With that, Jin walked into the bathroom. The little muffled sounds here and there let her know that he was doing what he said he would do. Exactly that.
—--
The water felt perfect against her skin, washing away the aches and clammy sensation. But nothing could wash away him. He was imprinted on her mind, and even if he had thoughtfully left her alone in the bathroom, (Y/N) felt him everywhere, in everything. It was like the whole place, not just the bathroom or the room, but each brick was breathing Kim Seokjin.
It was an odd situation. After everything she had seen and experienced, she knew that there was something going on in Jin's mind– he was concocting a plan and if he was not, then he had already emerged as victorious.
She would not be surprised though. He had himself revealed that he had known her true occupation for a while now. It was all a bait. Her two seniors were dead, and perhaps even her colleagues who were in the other house and—
The realisation hit her like a truck. Before she knew it, she was scrambling out of the tub, splashing water everywhere, slipping here and there. But she did make it back to the room, albeit with only a bath robe on, she rushed out of the bathroom, only to begin searching for a TV remote.
She finally found it on the nightstand.
"There are only speculations we can make as no confirmation has been provided by the Police Department or the intelligence. The intensity of the blast was moderate but enough to kill each and every officer present in the two buildings...."
The words of the reporter sank later than the pictures being displayed on the screen. There were all twenty of them.
Five of whom she had personally worked with on her previous missions. Out of the five, two were the ones she recognised as friends, close friends.
The rest of the six were acquaintances and the others, she could barely remember their names.
But all of them were her colleagues.
Her colleagues with families to look after, one of them was expecting his first child in the world, and another was the only hope for her aged and ailing parents.
And now, they all were reduced to nothing but burnt flesh and ashes.
"Jagi, I thought you were in for a nice, relaxing bath, why are you crying?"
She had not taken notice of his presence first, it was only after he gently wiped her tears did she realise her predicament.
It was like she had blood in her hands.
"Why?"
When she looked at him with the question, his unreadable eyes expressed the unexpressed. There was no other thought in her mind.
"They were innocent—"
Jin cackled– one that sounded everything that she had heard before when it concerned an expression of glee. But felt like nothing she had felt before. One that could inspire unadulterated fear. It was sinister– mockingly sinister at its best.
She had fallen in love with a cruel, cold and evil man.
"You have known me for years now, have you not...(Y/N). Have I ever been forgiving to obstacles? They were the wall between us, our love."
And yet he claimed to love her.
"It was a small warning, Jagi. You know that I could do worse."
He was right. She knew him, after all.
"Now, we would not have to worry about some petty people in uniform trying to come after us. Don't think too much about this and tire yourself out."
He took the remote from her grasp with ease and switch the television off before gently leading her back to the bathroom.
(Y/N) was in a daze, letting him take her out of the bathrobe with ease before he put her back in the bathtub after moderating the temperature again. But when he joined her, the feeling of his warm skin rubbing against hers broke her daze, but the faces of her colleagues never vanished from her mind.
She heard him sigh as he pulled her over his lap, relaxing in the perfectly warm water, basking in the soothing fragrance of lavender and pines. It felt like once she closed her eyes, she would be somewhere else, somewhere beautiful.
But she did not dare to close them.
(Y/N) knew that the moment she closed her eyes, the faces of her friends and colleagues would flash in front of her.
She felt his body against hers, roaming hands, fingers drawing circles over her shoulder to comfort her. But none of them worked.
"I know that there is a lot of questions in your mind, so may dilemmas. But you will see Jagi. You will see how much far we have come. You chose me. You made the right choice."
His voice was that of a siren– hypnotic, melodious, but one that would lead its follower to their ultimate demise.
That was Kim Seokjin.
He told her once that she was the one for him, and they would grow old together.
She knew that he would have it no other way.
He was not afraid to spark a bloody battle for that. But there was no line to it. He did not care who or what the price was-- he would have what he wanted, where he wanted.
She realised when he turned her head to land a soft but promising kiss on her lips.
He wanted a battle?
His lips were soft but firm, his hand on the side of her neck left no room for backing away.
She would give him war.
She kissed him back, cautious, but not empty of thoughts.
***
The days were humid, and the nights invited light to moderate rainfall. Life in the relatively remote town was peaceful, in a nutshell.
To live in innocuous obscurity, to work for nothing but to run her and her family was what (Y/N) needed after everything she and her sister had been through—her sister Chae, her only surviving family. The same family she had smashed someone’s heart for and perhaps ruined his life forever.
She might as well be a monster in his eyes. But with her experience through all this, she had learned that not all monsters were evil. And that just made everything much more complicated.
She never knew Min Yoongi.
Of course, she had heard of him, maybe even seen his pictures a handful of times, but never paid much attention.
Not until Chae, her sweet little sister, and her only family, was diagnosed with an illness that was slowly swallowing her up. And (Y/N)’s regular office job could not pay the bills for too long. Their savings were running out, and the treatment and medicines were weighing heavy.
She was desperate.
Truly desperate
And truly desperate people never weigh morals, risks, or possibilities.
They take any chance given to them.
So did she, when a decorated officer offered her a chance to save her sister and find a better life for both of them.
She took the chance; it only took her a day to think through everything. They were paying for her sister’s treatment and the medical bills; they were to overlook Chae and her security, and the net money to be transferred into her bank account after the work was done was good enough.
That one offer had everything she desperately needed. Not desired. Needed.
She was never worried about herself– walking under the shadow of a man like Min Yoongi, she had to have courage. And she was courageous because she was desperate. Whatever she had heard of the man was foul deeds and evil temperament; she had never let that diminish her courage.
To the officers, Min Yoongi was a monster. A clever monster who needed to be pulled out of the sea.
It was for the betterment of society– she was not doing anything morally wrong if perceived through those lenses.
But that was the catch.
People, morality and justice were not read through a single lens, they needed prisms to look at, to analyse.
She had learned that with her time spent with Min Yoongi. Her experience defied every other fact she had learned from her temporary employers. He was no monster. But as she dug deeper into his life and his personality, she discovered that the officers were no liars either.
Min Yoongi was a monster after all. But he was not evil. Not every monster was evil, not every evil looked like a monster.
Min Yoongi was an intimidating man. True to the officers’ words, he was a dangerous man too. Before she knew it, she was already praying that the assumptions about him would be proven false and that she would never have to hear his deeds from his lips.
The same lips that had kissed her so softly, the eyes that looked at her with such a distinct tenderness, closed when her fingers traced his scar. Her touch was soft, but his hold on her would be delicate. It always had been.
Until the doomed night.
She was frozen with shock when she looked into his eyes– the same eyes that once held tenderness seemed to belong to a true predator. For the first time, she truly felt the danger that she was in.
She was in a lion’s den. Unarmed. Unprepared. But desperate.
She saw the shadow fall over his face, she truly saw why even a decorated officer would not like to mess with Min Yoongi without an intricate strategy and heavy backup.
And yet, she had mouthed ‘Run’ to him.
As if she wanted him to get away. To be saved.
Perhaps he did need a second chance— to be saved from the chilling darkness she had seen merging with him.
But she was no saint, and definitely not his saviour.
She was his doom.
It was an opportunity too good, too bright a chance. And she took it.
Yes, she had grown to care for him, even sympathise with him, more than she would like to admit. But she loved her sister. And she did whatever she needed to do to save her only family.
She had religiously avoided watching the news for months. Three months since she had settled into town with her little sister. She did not want to burden herself anymore.
I did what I needed to. We needed to survive.
She told herself again as she prepared warm milk for Chae along with her medicine. It had become kind of a ritual ever since that night.
“Chae, get off the tablet now. Time for bed.” She called out from the kitchen before making her way to their room from the kitchen with the tray with her.
“Just a few more minutes!”
(Y/N) could not help but feel uplifted by the sound of her sister’s chirpy voice, it had withered so pitifully once. But now, as she was recovering, their trips to the hospital had reduced from every three days to twice a month.
“No. Screentime’s over. Give that to me.”
Despite her sister’s whining, she took the gadget from her tiny hands and replaced it with the cup of milk.
“Say ‘Aaa’”
Chae opened her mouth wide as (Y/N) put a circular tablet into it before helping her gulp it down.
She let out a soft sigh after she finished the cup– soft pink in shade with the partially protruding face of a smiling panda.
“Let’s get you to bed. Why don’t you show me how you make your bed before going to sleep?”
“Yes!” Chase jumped up, ready to show (Y/N) her newfound field of expertise.
“Look, you first, take off the pillows, clear off your bed…” She spoke as if there were cameras around, like the lifestyle shows and YouTube videos on ‘How to Do Household Chores Right’.
She had been watching such stuff lately. And while (Y/N) felt that her Chae might be a little too young to learn how to make pancakes, if her sister enjoyed the sense of independence and thrived in it, (Y/N) did not mind.
She watched her little sister work with a fond smile until she was done and was beaming with a smile that (Y/N) held the most precious to herself.
“And look, it's all done!”
(Y/N) clapped in appreciation and played along, before tucking her into bed and switching off the lights, keeping the nightlights that made the ‘Glow-in-the-dark’ wall stickers illuminate better before placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her and leaving the room.
—---
Laying on the bed after a long day felt good. She doubted that anything could even compare to the comfort and sense of safety a familiar, comfortable bed would provide after a long day of toil and trials.
Sighing, she let herself sink into a relaxed state of mind, welcoming the sleep that was rapidly filling her eyes– rapid but soft and—
Buzz! Buzz!
The vibration from her phone jerked her out of the sweet lull with a low gasp. Her senses stood alert as she blinked away the rest of the sleep. In the dark room, her phone’s screen illuminated in a way that there was no other way but to look at it. As if, it had a sense of urgency to it. as if it demanded for her to look into the text.
She knew, of course, that it was all but her imagination– the phone would not buzz a different way for different situations, and neither would it illuminate any brighter to alert her.
With a tired sigh and heavy eyes, she unlocked her phone and opened the message from an unknown number.
Indeed, it was a very important message.
—------
It was a nice place– at least nice in the sense that it served good food and had a warm and cosy atmosphere– something one would expect from a cafe in a fairly isolated town.
Not many people visited the town, neither tourists knew about it. A perfect hiding corner in the country indeed. They had considered sending her out of the country, and they had assured her that once things settled down, they would.
But here was the thing– she depended on one of the officers to inform her if the ‘things had settled down’. (Y/N) had consciously avoided any news or updates regarding Min Yoongi.
She was indeed afraid of coming across something upsetting. She already was miserable with guilt.
Sure, she never loved Min Yoongi, but she had grown to care for him, to understand him and truly see him for what he was– a love-starved, broken soul.
“So…”
She began, eyeing the door and the road outside for any sign of a vehicle with red and blue sirens.
“Is there something to be worried about?”
In her time with Min Yoongi, she had mastered the art of poise, to some extent. However, she never had the chance to master her fear– she never felt the need to. It was an odd sense of safety in his company, she knew that nothing could touch her when she was with him.
But he was an exception.
The man in front of him was an officer in disguise. She remembered him for he had been closely associated with Mission Raven.
“I have not been keeping track of any news regarding—”
“There’s nothing on the news Ms (L/N). Nothing at all. That night, the police station blew off.”
She stilled, slowly processing his words.
“There was no record of his arrest because he was to be shifted to a bigger, more secure station overnight but…”
“So…So everyone there…”
The officer sighed and nodded.
“Min Yoongi was never found. What a coincidence.” He shook his head with a bitter chuckle “When I joined the police force, I thought that I was going to be a hero– help the people in need, bring justice…That night, when my eyes met Min Yoongi’s, I felt my resolve faltering for the second time in my life.”
He shook his head with a sardonic tilt of his lips.
“The first time was while I shot a criminal dead.” He added before taking a sip of the coffee that no longer had steam rising from its surface. “Overall, I am glad that I and two of my teammates had gone out for a cigarette break…So we survived.”
He gulped and eyed his surroundings with a subtle nervousness that made her heart thrum with warnings.
“Though I have been transferred to some other city, I thought that I must warn you. I waited, did not want him to track you down. Miss (L/N), I suggest that you leave with your sister tonight, and leave the country as soon as you can. Min Yoongi’s men killed every person in the building. We hid, but we saw him walk out, saw them walk out…Oh–look, please don’t panic.”
It was when his flow broke did she realised that her cheeks were damp with tears.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” The young officer frowned in concern.
“I…I need to lea-ve.”She cracked up, as her voice crumbled.
With quivering legs and hands, she rose from her chair, uncaring of the loud scraping.
“I can drop you.” He offered.
“No…No, you…you should leave. We are no longer safe. Are we?”
The officer pursed his lips before shaking his head.
Picking up his card from the desk, along with her handbag, she rushed out of the place, gasping for breaths. She thought she might feel better with some fresh air in her lungs. But she had no time to think. She simply rushed to her car and drove away.
(Y/N) felt like she was in a daze.
It felt like a bad dream. An ominous one.
But it was no omen, it was no dream.
It was real.
During her two years with Min Yoongi, she came to understand him to some extent. Nothing slipped past his mind, ever.
A favour or a betrayal, he paid his debts. With interest.
And she had gifted him, on that night, one of the worst betrayals a man could endure. She had seen love in his eyes before that doomed night.
But that night, he had the misfortune to witness the flicker of madness– simmering, still tame, in control. There was an odd gleam in his eyes– one that reminded her why Min Yoongi was so feared after all.
Hastily parking her car, she rushed out of the vehicle and into her house. The setting sun cast an amber glow into the sky that was gradually descending into deep blue and lavender. It might rain heavily– not ideal for travelling, but she had no other option.
They had no other—
As soon as she entered the apartment, her thoughts turned silent.
Everything felt tense.
For once, her heart skipped a beat. But she was reassured by reminding herself that Chae would be usually taking a nap by this time.
For once, she thought that she finally had the peace she had always craved. But now as she moved towards Chae’s room to wake her up, she realised how wrong she had been.
With a plan still under construction in her spiralling mind, she opened the door to Chae’s room. The blinds were pulled down, plunging the room into an unusual darkness.
“Chae?” She called out tentatively before switching on the night light.
She noticed her sister’s face first, eyes closed and limbs hanging– and then the body–no, the man who had her in his arms.
Her mind, her thoughts, and her senses plunged into a heavy silence. A silence so profound that (Y/N) could hear a low but unending beep in her ears.
She could see the outline of a back, along with the hair just teasing his shoulders. She would recognise the profile anywhere, at any time. But when the man finally turned, she could not help but take a step back, gluing herself to the wall, under the shadows as her breathing hitched.
There was nothing significantly different, at least whatever view the limited light provided her with showed that. But somehow, his form seemed to swallow every corner of the room. The scar that ran through his eyes till his upper cheek was almost faded out by the shades of blue the nightlight provided.
But she could see his smirk– a crooked, twisted smirk that made her whimper. A sudden gleam had her eyes dropping to his hand that held her sister with a silver gun flat on her back, his forefinger already on the trigger.
“You never told me about your sister…(Y/N).” He drawled, and she thought his truest, rawest nature stood before her.
A predator that loved to chase but also took its time.
“No…No!” Her voice came out as strangled as her brittle knees gave out
“Shhh, you’ll wake her up. I read out a story to her before tucking her in.”
His voice was calm, hushed and steady– a sinister melody attached to it, following his movements as he looked above her. She had not even noticed the two men standing behind her. It was only after they walked past her and took her sleeping sister in their arms that the wheels began to turn in her head.
“W-where are you taking her? No!” With skidding legs and blurred vision, she rushed to them, trying to pry her sister away from them, only to be pulled back by the man whose presence overpowered everyone and everything in the house.
“Yoongi, please! She’s innocent, punish me but—”
Her words were caught in her throat when his gaze held hers. She was looking into the eyes of a creature of the night. The blue light only enhanced the sinister shade his face carried. He was perhaps paler, broader yet his face seemed sharper. No trace of softness.
“You know how many times I dreamt of that night over and over again?” He pushed her closer, so close that she could feel his quivering breath– as if he was barely restraining himself.
“My sister needed—”
“They were simply fishing for the right victim and you just took the bait. What do you think, they would come to ‘save’ you? They don’t fucking care!” He spat.
Under the nightlight, he looked rogue, savage, unfearing.
“You are a criminal Yoongi.” She had no idea where she had found the strength to speak those words, but she did.
He smiled coldly “Of course I am, Love. The one they fear and now won’t dare challenge. You see, there is nothing between us now.”
Her wall of protection had disappeared. (Y/N) knew that she could never depend on them for long, but everything toppling overnight? She had not seen this coming.
“You betrayed me, but also saved me.” He concluded and she felt his hold tightening on her arms like a python.
“No, Yoongi…I didn’t save you. I am not your saviour Yoongi.”
“Oh, Love…I cannot be saved anyway, I don’t want to be…All that is left for you is to accept me as I am. No ifs and buts.”
But how? She never wanted this…She never loved him!
“Y-Yoongi…I don’t–I don’t love you…”,
The silence made her stomach flip. But her proximity to him made her fear for her life.
“They really had filled your mind with filth…” He drawled before she felt the iron grip of his fingers on her jaws. It was not instantly painful, but with each passing moment, the ache rose.
“Look at me, look into my eyes and tell me.”
The simmering ambre flared into an all-engulfing fire in his eyes. Some strands of his hair fell forward, exposing the deranged lover that hid behind the poised man.
She peered into the rage and chaos simmering in his feline eyes- dark but raging with emotions, yet hollowed with loneliness.
“I cared Yoongi, I always did. That is why I wanted you to survive. I wanted you to run, despite knowing who you were, I wanted you to run. But I could never love you.”
It was an odd amalgamation– she feared him, yet pitied him. He, to her, resembled a lost predator. Surviving, hunting, doing what he was born to do…but lost, alone.
“Please Yoongi…Let Chae go…She’s a child. Let us go.” She begged again, her hopes flaring when his hold on her loosened, hands falling to his side as he took a step back.
He only chuckled and looked away.
“I guess our past actions do have consequences…”
In the silence, his lowly voice sounded ominous
“And I must reap them…” He paused before turning back to her “But so would you.”.
She watched the simmering ambre erupting into an all-consuming volcano before he tapped on the earpiece attached to his left ear.
“Is the child with you? Okay, take out your gun and shoot her when I command.”
“NO! NO! Yoongi, please! No”
She was already on her knees, she did not care as long as her only family was safe. His cold eyes peered down at her with a chilling poise before he bent down a bit and cupped her cheek, breaking the neverending stream of tears.
“Wipe off the tears and come with me. If anyone suspects something, you sweet little sister will pay.”
(Y/N) sat frozen, not even registering the thrumming on her knees.
Maybe she was wrong–
Min Yoongi was a monster after all.
And monsters were unforgiving creatures.
—------
Min Yoongi knew that he was not a saint.
He was not a kind man.
But he was also not evil. Not to the people he loved, truly loved and cared for. And definitely not to the love of his life.
He had no shame in admitting– he was a monster- the worst of them all. A walking, talking, repulsive nightmare.
But he loved her. He had forgiven her the very night he was ‘arrested’.
How could he not, when she looked at him with more kindness than he had ever known in this world?
But when she outrightly refused to have ever loved him, the illusion began to crack.
“They were right about you…I never believed them until now but now I do. You truly are an evil monster.”
She had whispered those words to him as soon as they were in his estate. Even with tears in them, her eyes were cold and raging.
“I could never love a monster like you!” She finally spat out when he refused to let her see her sister.
And he snapped. Something deep, dark, territorial and unhinged gnawed its way out.
But he only smirked. Even though he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes, a strange pit in his stomach, he smirked and let it grow into a chuckle.
He must have had his true face out as she took a step back with fear blooming in her teary eyes– he was a deranged, diabolic bastard. With each step he took to close the distance between them, she took several away, until the back of her knees bumped with the bed.
Pulling her flush against himself, he leaned near her ear.
“The officers who aided you are already six feet under the ground– half burnt, half crushed, but dead anyway. All you can do is believe in every word they told you about me…I am indeed a monster, honey. He worst one you will ever know. And you will have to live with this monster. No government, no decorated officer would dare to save you.”
He felt her stiffen and shiver like frightened prey. Indeed, she had fallen prey to his love. He made peace with their reality. She would too.
Humans were adaptive creatures after all.
—--------
The hanging lights on the ceiling were pretty– the crystals shining under the moonlight, but they seemed to swing slightly.
It was only an illusion, of course. It was she, who moved, and the bed while the man above her remained still, revelling at the sight of her rocking hips, spread legs and parted mouth with the dazed bliss in her eyes.
She could only watch the chandelier instead of looking into his eyes with the victorious gleam in them and the sadistic twinkle on watching her fall apart.
“Look into my eyes, Jagi.”
And she did before hot white pleasure surged through her.
“There there, aren’t you the most beautiful of all brides out there?”
“Why can’t I meet my own sister?” (Y/N) was only a thread away from screaming her lungs out all the awful things she could think of at the moment.
Yoongi simply sat, nursing his scotch on rocks, idly watching the part of the vast garden visible from his home office. The place that only a few had access to, the place she had barged in, his guards chasing after her, pleading for her to stop lest they would bear Mr Min’s wrath.
But she could not have it in herself to care. She had not seen or even heard of her Chae for two days in the gigantic estate.
When Yoongi finally looked at her, his stoic stare made something unpleasant steer within her. His eyes assessed her with a flick before it turned steely.
“Why are you in your bed clothes?” It was akin to a sneer. Or maybe it was.
The fact was, she did not give a fuck.
“What have you done to my sis–”
“Have you walked all the way here in this?”
She was wearing a thin camisole under a nightgown reaching beyond her knee. It was of satin material that was tightly knotted but had a plunging neckline she had never cared about.
She did not understand why this bothered him so much. She knew that he was twisted but this was madness.
“I want to see Chae! I have not even heard of her since I–you brought us here.”
Only she knew the anxiety clawing her from within
“She needs to take her medicines regularly Yoongi. She’s just eight, she is a child, an innocent child who needs me.”
Even when she would ask the guards, servants, or maids, they would not respond to her question– that was the only question they refrained from speaking about her sister, or even taking her name.
If Yoongi had the intention to break her down in a slow, painful way, he was on the right track.
He rose from the chair and walked to her “I assure you that she is safe and sound– she will take all her medicines on time, they will take good care of her.”
“Th-they?”
She did not even notice his other hand reaching for her until he wiped the single tear that had slipped from her eyes.
“The school staff. I have sent Chae to Rosenberg.”
“Indeed, you are.”
She felt his fingers slipping away before hearing the embarrassing squelching. Her eyes had closed without her notice, ready to fall into a blissful slumber. It was the second time he had pushed her over the edge of white pleasure.
But she was wrong to think that he was anywhere near done.
Feeling the tight knot snap, she withered under him, eyes still closed, mind still hazy.
Before the swing of the pleasurable high could slow down, she vaguely felt him putting her boneless legs over his shoulder before the ticking sensation between her thighs alerted her.
(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, just in time when she felt something wet glide over her opening. The protest bubbling up to her tongue fizzled out like a burning matchstick against a storm and the only thing left for her was to moan instead– no matter how much she wished to resist it, she could not help the signs of pleasure tearing out of her mouth.
At first, she felt the odd but pleasurable sensation, almost flinching and jumping away. But under him, with his hands tight on her thighs, almost spilling the flesh between his fingers, it was difficult to even move. All she could do was to let her hands grip his hair. He did not seem to mind much.
His tongue focused on flicking her clit for a while, making her jolt each time with quivering gasps and moistening womanhood. This man surely knew how to overwhelm her own emotions.
“Ro-Rosember?”
“Rosenberg– Institut auf dem Rosenberg. It tops the list for a refined and elite schools, your sister will flourish there.”
He held an air of nonchalance around him as he refilled his glass. Yet Yoongi’s eyes never left her form.
(Y/N) licked her lips. Was it possible to get randomly admitted to any prestigious school so soon in the country?
“So, she will be going to a new school? I can meet her then, right?”
“I think you don’t understand Jagi. It is an elite boarding school, the best of the best. It’s in Switzerland. I sent her there yesterday.”
“You…You sent my Chae to…Switzerland?”
She had to repeat the words herself in order to fully grasp the situation. Yoongi sent her baby sister, who needed constant supervision and regular check-ups to another country-- to a boarding school she had never heard of.
“I have sent them the details and the list of precautions and medications. Besides that, I have connections, Jagi, she will be safe there.”
By the time he finished speaking, her legs turned lifeless and she found the floor. The warmth of the carpet could not subdue the sudden waves of chills and goosebumps enveloping her form.
“You sent her away from me…”
“I gave her a good life. Imagine if it were someone else in my place, Jagi…He would have gifted you your sister’s head first before taking yours.”
He bent down in smooth, silent motion before whispering to her with his arms holding her in faux reassurance.
Her eyes rolled back before the rawness of her throat was registered only after the rocking of her hips had slowed down. Her ears still echoed the short but sharp scream that had forced its way out of her throat like he had been forcing the pleasure out of her.
Her vision was blurry with the mix of tears and haze, but she could see him smirking– smug but somewhat unhinged.
Maybe he was indeed unhinged and cruel. He had punished her– not for her apparent betrayal. But for not loving him the way he had believed she would.
Min Yoongi had closed all doors for her, leaving her with no option but to hold on to the diamond wedding ring that now had its fangs buried on her ring finger– just as Min Yoongi had his claws buried in her life.
“Look at you~”
She heard him coo as her head fell back on the pillow, her movement growing slow and her eyes heavy.
“What has the child done to you? She needs me!” (Y/N) cried out in anguish.
Yet it did nothing to deter his cold gaze or falter the ghost of a smirk he sported with pride.
“Nothing Love, the child has done nothing. I am not her foe. I am giving her the life millions would die for– the best of the best. I would see to it all. But when would you see her again is in your hands Jagi.”
She frowned and blinked through her tears. Up close, his scar did manage to make him appear more sinister than anyone she had ever met before.
“What are you saying?”
“I love you Jagi, there is no limit, no boundary that I would not cross for you. You can meet her after we are married and you give birth to our first child. So it depends on you how soon you can do that.”
He sealed her fate with the offer. But she wondered, how could a confession of love make one’s heart quiver with fear?
“I love you, Jagi, you have no idea how much I do.”
She could smell the sweat and musk as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before guiding his manhood to enter her. Slow, but sure, a contrast of stiffness and tenderness that both frightened and baffled her.
“Oh—” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as she held onto Yoongi’s shoulders in order to keep herself grounded. It was devastating; it was delicious, it was almost divine.
But she knew that this was no more than a nefarious act of him sinking his sharp teeth into her– held down under his thumb forever. He had the advantage, the power and the last word. He was the lion, she was a helpless, powerless prey his claws dug into.
Min Yoongi was a man of his word.
He had told her once that he would marry her and live in his newly bought estate; they were indeed married, fucking on the bed that was flown all the way from a different country.
—---
The headlines flashed on the screen while wheels turned in her head. She sat stiffly without any movements as she watched the news.
“What are you watching?”
As if he were conjured, he walked into their room, some sandwiches on a plate, wearing the most innocuous-looking clothes. He had taken two months off from ‘work’, wishing to spend some quality time with his wife.
One week into the marriage, she was already wearing down. Both emotionally and physically. She doubted if there was any room in the mansion left where he had not taken her, or was there any corner of her mind where he had not wiggled his way into.
“Your company is taking responsibility for constructing new police quaters and renovating the old ones?”
“Yes, why are you so surprised?”
“There are others, older candidates. Why would they give the project to you?”
Yoongi smiled and sat down beside her.
“You are so smart, Jagi. It would be a sin to hide anything from my wife, would that not? Let's just say me and the Internal Affairs Ministry are friends now.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek before handing her the sandwich he had put his time making.
“So, no one disrupts me now. For a long time.”
“You did this to make sure that no one comes searching for me, right?”
He grinned.
“I love you (Y/N). There is no limit that I would not cross for you. Eat up, I have a really good movie for us. You will love it. After that, we can have lunch, all your favourites.
He went on, while she spiralled further. Any hope of getting out of there was crushed then and there.
He had not taken his time to track her down. He had taken his time to plan. And execute the plan thoroughly. Tracking her down was child’s play for him.
Min Yoongi was indeed a monster—a clever, stubborn and dangerous monster.
And she was in his realm, and she was there to stay. He would make sure of that.
***
The rest of the parts will be published shortly. I am facing problems in saving the draft.
A very Happy New Year to all of you!
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Summary: Jace says you missed all the fun events for the beginning of the school year, well, except for this one, the annual bonfire and hunt
Pairings: Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of past depression and toxic relationship, cursing, might be underage drinking (depends on the country), eating meat, mentions of an inappropriate relationship, might miss some warnings
Wordcount: 4,1 k
Notes: DUDESSSS I SAID JACE WAS A VELARYON, BUT IN THIS STORY, HE IS A STRONG, JEJEJE JACAERYS STRONG muahaha, sorry it scaped me…for in this AU, there is no incest no no, (Laenor and Rhaenyra were cousins or sm), anyways, Rhaenyra married Harwin, and had her three beautiful legitimate Strong Boys <3
“I’m Cregan Stark”, he greeted
“Nice to meet you”, you managed to mumble, smiling apologetically
Jace’s roommate didn't change a thing in the dynamic, in fact, he enhanced it, they were even more laughs, more stories, more questions for you, more ribs, more french fries, and more beer, you knew you had BBQ sauce in your face, probably that is the reason he kept looking at you and smiling, but the conversation was so good and funny, you didn't even wanted to get up to go to the bathroom…
You were so comfortable
Until the Tavern closed and you had to go. You hugged everyone else goodbye, you still had the weekend ahead of you and you were looking forward to spending it with them.
That is when you and Jace decided that you needed to talk….
You had a coffee cup in hand, as you and Jace stood face to face in the gas station (the only thing open at that hour)
“Who wants to start?”, he said, amused
“You start”, you offered
“Well…” he scratch his chin, like some hairs wanted to come out, you giggled, jace always had this baby face but you could tell he was growing out of it quickly, “those were tormentous weeks”
“Tell me”, you encouraged, ready for anything, you had to remind yourself continuously that you were thousands of miles away, they couldn’t… he couldn’t… get to you anymore
“You know we live in Dragonstone, but as soon as vacations started grandpa wanted us back in King’s Landing, for election week and the holidays, my mom doesn’t like to get photographed with the other party, but we went anyways, and then, we found out”, he started very cryptically
“What?”, you murmured
“We didn’t know until I got there, you should had seen Alicent’s face, she looked like she was about to throw up”
“When doesn’t she?”, you snickered
“Aemond at first didn’t want to admit it, as always we asked about you and he didn’t want to answer, and after one week, he even reached out to me and asked me if I knew something about you, and then is when the Lannisters didn’t show… and… the bomb exploded”
“What bomb?”
“That you had ran out on him, with Ben, left him for Winterfell, and you convinced your godmother to go with you”, you opened your mouth wide in rage, “that he didn’t want to admit it, that you two had split, Alicent was so angry and disappointed, specially with the Lannisters, she knows the pull you had on them, Aemond exaggerated the whole thing”
“WHAT?”, you asked, enraged, “the matrix, the glitch and the audacity of that bitch!”
“I know there is something else to it, specially when you sent me that text”, he said, and then he looked at you expectantly
“Jace, Aemond cheated on me, with my plastic arts teacher, he knocked her up and I found out because I saw him fucking her in her desk at school”.
Jace didn’t know if to laugh, cry or throw up, and you could tell by his face
“Are you for real?”, he asked cautiously after a while
“Yes”, you murmured
“Well of course he forgot to mention that, he said that you suffered from some sort of psychotic break and left Dragonstone University with Ben Tallhear”
“Of course he did”, you mocked, sipping on your coffee, he laughed bitterly
“Are they angry about the fact that I left Aemond… or the Lannister part”
“Well, Alicent didn’t say anything in front of us, because she knows we like you, but she used very colorful and disrespectful language when your name came up”, you whined, rubbing your face with your hands, “that you were… easy”
“Of course she did”
“my mom, me and her had a huge fight over it, my mom told her probably Aemond had done something, of course, because you wouldn’t do that”
“Really?”, they defended you, you wanted to cry
“And I also believed that, it was impossible for you to do something like that without reason, and I wanted it to hear that from you, I know how you really are”, he said amicably, “and yes they called Jason and Tyland on hours on end and they couldn’t reach them, it was kind of funny actually”, he laughed, “it works for us the Strongs, and my mother you know she is a liberal…”, he teased, and you smiled
“Well, I’m glad I could be of service”, you mocked
“Did he really knock her up?”, he asked
“Well, I didn’t see a paternity test”, you offered, throwing your shoulders up, “but the dates match”
“For the gods”, whined Jace, “that is messed up”
“It is”, you sipped on your coffee, “well, not my circus, not my monkeys, at least not anymore”
“You did well in running, and I want you to know, you are still in the Strong’s christmas cards list”, he teased, and laughed
“That is all that matters”, you smiled, but then you looked at his face, the face of the guy who was once your very best friend, and you wanted to cry. Your nose tickled, preventing you for the waterworks, you sniffed
“Hey what’s going on?”, he asked, scared
“I’m sorry for ghosting you Jace”, you whined, tears in your eyes, he only shook his head and grabbed your hand in his, “I can’t say I regret the whole thing with Aemond, but that certainly I regret, you were my best friend”
“I was very angry at first, but then I could tell something else was going on, I sorry I didn’t try harder to stay”, you only shook your head, and whipped a tear from your face
“It's easy for me to say it now that I messed up and everything went to shit you know?”, you cried, “but I thought about you every day, and I missed you terribly”
“I missed you too”, he said softly, “it didn’t help that we moved to Harrenhal with my mother, but no more, right? you are here now, I’m here now, that what matters”, he said with a bright smile, “right?”
“Right”, you said back, regaining your smile
“Do you want me to put laxatives in Aemond’s food? like we did with Aegon in the Red Keep’s annual labor day party?”, you snorted a laugh
“Gods we were a menace”, you laughed
“Remember when they send us together to the therapist?”
“Yes and we made the therapist need therapy”, you laughed back
“Well, that was not our fault, you know what they say, in a blacksmith’s house, a wooden knife”, you laughed even harder
You shared smiles and meaningful looks
He walked you back to your dorm and he kept telling you about all the great things Winterfell had to offer
“What do you think about Sara?”, he asked, and you smiled
“She is great”, you said, “what do you think about Sara?”, you teased back, he blushed
“She is amazing, I like her a lot”, he said, “but… she is the younger sister of my very good friend and roommate, you know?”, he asked, “if I take a shot, I can’t miss”, he said
“You know is love when you start to sound like a sniper”, you laughed
. . .
You love it here
It had been a week and nobody had asked you what your family did for a living, nobody had judged you for bringing the same backpack for class all week, people here were different, lighter, nicer to be around.
Your classes were incredible even if you were deferred from the original course, and people there actually wanted to be teamed up with you, they were curious and open minded.
“Its a college for hippies and alternatives”
Again that annoying voice
But you also felt different, you were relaxed, open for good things to happen to you, and people here seemed to know this, you stopped trying so hard, and it came naturally
Jace had promised you in the spring was much nicer, now you couldn’t really enjoy the beautiful parks all around and inside the campus, but you just got happy by being in the roofed patios of the magnificent castle
You were waiting for your friends to finish their classes in the cafeteria, and you jumped when your phone rang in your pocket, you grabbed it and when you saw the screen it showed a really strange number, and you just didn’t pick up, you weren’t in the mood for a telemarketer, or to change your phone plan
“There you are!”, Sara greeted you, you smiled back
“Hey”, you greeted with a wide smile
“Do you have plans for the weekend?”, she asked, she always seemed like she was running a 100 miles per hour, “because there is this thing…”, you were interrupted when a commotion was being made in the entrance to the big hall, people were howling, guys, men, or that is what it seemed, entered the cafeteria running, and howling, many of them were wearing wolf masks. People started cheering and laughing, applauding, some of the guys got atop the tables and howled, they were like thirty. One of them, and one joined them, jumped in front of you in one of the large communal tables
“Wolves! wolves! wolves!”, even Sara started cheering and you did as well
“Bonfire!, Bonfire!, Bonfire!”, they started chanting. And they, when the show was over, guys howled one more time and then, they got off the tables and merged all over the people there, like nothing had happened, you and Sara looked at the two persons that got close, and then they took of their masks, it was Jace, and Cregan.
“Well, like I was saying”, continued Sara, “this weekend is Bonfire weekend, and if you have no other plans…”
“Oh, no no, your presence is mandatory I’m afraid”, chuckled Jace
“You heard him”, giggled Sara
“Bonfire then?”, you asked, Cregan was looking at you.
“We are celebrating the end of winter”, Cregan said with a smirk, “is a tradition from a thousand years ago, when they say winters lasted years, and when it showed signs the winter was yielding, they celebrated with huge bonfires, hoping to draw the old gods of winter away”
“That is beautiful”, you whispered
“Anyways, but the big bonfire goes after”, said Jace
“After what?”
“The hunt”, said Jace with a wide smile
“Like… with guns?”, Sara barked out a laugh
“No!”, she laughed, “It's about chasing people in the woods”, teased Sara
“That sounds creepy”, you whined
“Well at first it was about boys chasing girls”, said Cregan, “then it was girls chasing boys”
“And now?”, you asked
“We are still debating”, he teased and you smiled
“Anyways, the hunt starts when the sun sets, and then after a few hours of harmless fun in the woods, we come back to campus to enjoy the bonfire, a couple of kegs, vegetarian barbeque, carnivore barbecue, a small get together with the entire campus”, muttered Jace
“I love that”, you smiled
“Anyways, you missed homecoming week, but this is spirit week, and it awesome”, said Jace
“You freshmen know more of the school than I do”, laughed Cregan
“And what activities await us in spirit week?”, you asked, very entertained
“You get teamed by career”, started Sara, “there is the language department, the law and politics department, the engineering school, the faculty of art, design and architecture, and the scientists, and you compete with each other, everyone on different teams…”
“That sounds cool”, you offered
“The engineers always wins”, muttered Jace, “in most of the competitions anyways”
“And that is next week”, you said
“YES!”, Cheered Sara, your smile was huge, bright and you were so excited, your phone dinged and when you looked at it, you realized you had been added to a huge group chat, of the ADA Faculty
“Ohhh, it started!”, teased Jace and you hid your phone playfully from him
“You go to your own department”, you mocked. Jace was studying public administrations, Cregan was in Business, in the same department.
“How fuuunnnn!”, Sara was as excited as you were, she was an Valyrian Lit mayor, yet another department
Rhaena and Baela entered the Hall, Rhaena was with you in the ADA, but Baela was in Law
You grabbed Rhaena as she was excited as you
“Teammate!”, you cheered, and you jumped together in fun
“It’s like a cheerleader on crack”, said Jace
And you felt like you were on crack, I mean, you had never done crack, but you felt ecstatic all the time
You grabbed Rhaena, forgetting lunch and you trotted outside the hall in the way to the ADA Department building, leaving all of them behind looking at you both walking away with amused glances on their faces
Specially Cregan, he then looked back at his group of friends with a smile on his face, Jace frowned when he saw him
“Hey”
“What?”, he looked back to catch a last glance of you before you disappeared on the hallway, “she is sweet”, he whispered
You loved your design career
You had a meeting with the department for spirit week and you had already your shirts made, banners and a plan to win the activities
And when the sun started setting, you were called in the main park of the college
With all the rest of the Universities
The wolf masks were back on, people were in High spirits, and soon it was even more contagious as you even felt more ecstatic
“This is officially the beginning for Spirit week!”, said out loud the presenter, that you guessed was a senior, he was a student. Everyone clapped and cheered, “And we have decided that the hunters for this year's hunt will be… all those who identify as girls!”, you cheered, “and the wolfs will be all those who identifies as boys”
Everyone cheered
. . .
“Damn you look good in this colors”, teased Rhaena as she applied “battle paint” in your face, gray lines in different designs all over your face, you giggled
“Gray is a very flattering color, we all look amazing”, you muttered as you finished braiding Sara’s hair
It was like a pagan tradition and you were here for it and to look for the part, so you and the girls decided to meet in the dorm’s huge bathroom to prepare for the hunt, painting your faces, doing crazy and wild hair do’s to each other, you were having so much fun
After you finished your makeup, you met at the starting line, the sun was about to set, and wood for the huge bonfire was being gathered in the park surrounding the University, in a big valley.
The guys were all gathered in the other side, and they were howling, all with masks, it was hilarious
“The wolves will start running, and the hunters will follow, five minutes later!”, called a guy with a megaphone
You started chatting with the girls, the school was huge it had many students, and you had gathered a great number
You thought about Jace though, and what he was wearing, this seemed like a cool activity, but you’d rather go and search for someone you knew… flannel shirt and jeans? you believed, with a graphic t-shirt underneath…
A horn like sound reached the entire valley, and with howls and laughs the great group of people disappeared into the woods, as the sun was hiding
“Remember to stay within the range, and if you get lost just blow a whistle!”, you turned to the girls
“So which strategy are we going with?”
To catch them all, you had to grab the wolf’s ribbon they had around their waist, that is how you hunt them, the one hunter who got most ribbons won a price, probably a six pack of beer or something, nothing mayor
But the girls and you had gossiped all afternoon about which “ribbon” they would like to catch, and who it belonged to
You didn’t even looked at guys’ faces, not yet anyways
So since Sara hasn't say anything about Jace, you determined you were going to search for your best friend
“Divide and conquer” said Sara with a wide grin
“Divide and conquer”
Were you scared to get lost in the woods? Yes
Did you want to say so? Hell no
This tradition had been going on for years, and nothing ever happened, so you tried to relax, it wasn’t even that dark, even though it was quite early
“Alright! let’s start this!”, chanted the presenter, “remember you have one hour!”, the horn sounded again and you started running g
it was true what they said about the thrill of the hunt
You felt exhilarating
And as you ran dodging the trees and branches like you were born in those woods, like you knew them by heart, you ran as you felt the chilly air clinging to your clothes and face, and you loved it
You could see your breath ahead of you, it was chilly, winter was clinging on
You felt like one with the woods as you looked around
And then, from afar, you saw Jace, or someone who looks like him anyways, and you couldn’t even hold a giggle, and you prepared to pounce, as you approached him quickly and silently
“GOT YOU!”, you announced and you jumped him, literally got over a fallen tree and jumped on top of him, clinging into him like a koala, you searched but his ribbon and removed it, not before feeling his… strange body… not like Jace at all
As soon as your face landed on his neck, you realized something…
It wasn’t Jace
You released the poor guy from your embrace
He turned around, removing his mask, and you realized, with a comical open mouth, that is was Cregan Stark
“Hey”, you greeted, he smiled down at you, as he was taller than you
“That was interesting”, he whispered with a smirk on his face, and a glint of mischief in his eyes
“Sorry about that”, you giggled, “for… attacking you… I thought you were Jace”
“Is more than alright”, there was something about him, you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there it was was, you immediately trusted him, because he was Jacey’s roommate and friend, so it meant he was also your friend by default, so you just smiled apologetically to him
“Let’s join in the party”, he said with a wolfish grin, you smiled widely, “the hour is almost up”
“Let’s do it”, you giggled, “I hope you know this woods more than me because otherwise…”, he laughed
“Yes I do”
You walked side by side through the woods
“Its unusual for people to change schools mid-semester”, he started, you smiled shyly
“Well… I didn't want to stay where I was”, you said shyly, “my dream was always coming here, are you from here? from the North?”, you asked, and he seemed surprised by your question, he looked back at you with interest in his eyes, and then chuckled
“Yes, Yes I’m from around here”, he said
The music could already be heard, a band was playing live, you could already see the magnificent glow of the huge bonfire, and Cregan saw your excitement with a smile of his own, when you came out of the woods you went to the organizers who were waiting for the hunters and the wolves, to make sure everybody came back safely.
With a grin you gave him the ribbon and they marked you up
With surprise, you’d realize you were one of the last couples, time had flown, and you felt even more exhilarated. You wanted to join the party that was unleashing in the valley, people were already dancing, having fun, the kegs already were out, snacks too. You looked back at Cregan with a smile
“It was a pleasure hunting you Cregan Stark”, you teased
“Well, it was a pleasure being hunted by you”, he said back, his gaze lingered, but you looked away, and then you spotted Rhaena and Baela dancing in the ground, their beautiful hair hard to miss
“They are here!”, you cheered, and you both followed to join the party
The band apparently was from a group of kids of the music program, and they sang rock songs
“You are heeeere”, Bhaela teased, “and with Creeeegan”, she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you just laughed, “mmmmm”
Nothing happened, and then you looked at Sara and she was looking back at you with an arched eyebrow and a smirk, she looked like her brother so much
“Here”, Cregan arrived next to you and offered you a red cup with ale in it
“Thanks”, you took a sip and couldn’t help but moan, it was refreshing, Jace arrived with more beer and smiled widely
“I got to say I truly believe you were going to get lost”, he laughed
“Well, I was lucky to tackle poor Cregan here thinking it was you!”, you laughed
Jace looked at Cregan but said nothing, Sara grabbed you for you to start jumping and dancing at the beat of the song. The brand started playing more popular songs, songs you could sing and dance to. You enjoyed the music in a the group that your friends joined, and more people you haven't seen before
But when you realized you were dancing too close to Cregan and he turned to you to dance with you, your stomach sank.
You felt nervous, in a way that you didn't like, you felt again that need, that pressure to make a good impression, to not do something foolish, feelings that constipated you, that binded you not to move, not to speak, so before he came closer you turned and kept dancing with the girls
You weren’t ready
Cregan seemed like a good guy
But the wounds were still fresh
The music was blazing, the beer was flowing, the warmth of the bonfire was heating your cheeks, and you danced with your new friends all night.
And you got… HAMMERED
Very wasted, you still had control over your actions, but you giggled uncontrollably and hugged Sara who was just as drunk as you were.
Hours had passed, it was over midnight and the party had died down, the bonfire had extinguished and the band had stopped playing.
Jace and Cregan led you back to their place, your dorm had a big and strict policy regarding drunkenness and poor behavior, and they were as drunk as you, and didn’t think things more clearly, their apartment was closest.
So they took you both to their student building of apartments,
Cregan helped the two of you get in his bed, the queen bed in one of the rooms, and you cuddled with Sara on the bed under Cregan’s sweet eyes. He left you when you fell asleep, and Cregan went to Jace’s room
“Our girls invaded my room”, said Cregan with an entertained smile, “so move”
Cregan laid down right next to Jace, and both looked at the ceiling in silence, until Jace frowned
“Our girls?”, he asked, looking at his friend, and he sighed, “what do you mean?”
“Well, she is your best friend, and Sara is my sister, right?”, he said dismissively
“Cregan… please don’t fuck my friend”, pleaded Jacaerys, “she is been trough enough already…I don’t think she is ready…”
“Oh Jacey, I’m not going to fuck her”, Jace relaxed for a second before he frowned, “first I’m going to date her”, he continued, “then I will ask her to be my girlfriend, then I’m going to make sweet love to her”
Jace sighed, rolling his eyes
“Come on”, he whined
“I’m teasing”, he said softly, “she is going through something, I can see it”, he said looking for imaginary shapes in the ceiling paint, “but I can wait, I want to get to know her”
One day, when you were walking by the oldest wing, the department of Laws and Politics, you stopped suddenly when you saw a huge copper plate by the entrance, curious about what it dais, your faculty was more modern than the rest, more new, so you were truly interested in the history of this campus and town
“The Stark building, in honor of House Stark, who donated their family estate for the higher purpose of education and development of the children of the North, 1600 AC”, you read, and then you looked up with shame.
More than 400 years ago…
Stark
Oh so he really was from around here, you giggled to yourself
More notes: I clearly been watching too many american movies JAJA, obviously this is fanfiction in all its glory, Universities where I’m from are bored as f*ck, so I decided to put some color jajaja
This chapter came up weird, Cregan is already smitten and reader is not quite convinced
I again say that I was not completely sure to share this, I don't why, but I wanted to show reader in a different environment, she is getting to know everyone and that Cregan is already like that wolf cartoon with the big eyes... anyways... next chapter we are back to the drama! wuju
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Cruel Little Vixen 6
Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader
Summary: It seems like whenever you and Eddie are happily content in your relationship, everyone else is miserable. What happens when your job and his fame is on the line once the secret’s out?
NO READ MORE LINE BREAK ADDED DUE TO GLITCH
A/N: I want to thank you guys again for the immense amount of support! I swear I never expected this series to blow up the way it did but I am so fucking grateful. No words can describe it ❤️❤️ This chapter’s a little angsty, little fluffy. It was supposed to be a really long chapter but I’ve decided to split it into the next chapter but it’ll still be about two chapters left. I’m sorry I took soooo long it’s been one hell of a week but I do hope you all enjoy!! SMUT NEXT CHAPTER GONNA GO BRAZY
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Word Count: 8.5k+
Warnings: angsty, fluffy fluff 😊❤️, soft!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, needy!eddie, yandere!eddie makes a small appearance, fighting/little violence, little crying, reader paints eddie’s nails, small dirty talk from the metalhead, kissing, handholding, secret relationship, reader has an enemy, marijuana ingestion, Stevie Nicks appearance, special gift from reader to Eddie 💕
“Hold still. You’re gonna mess it up.” You giggle.
Eddie’s sat between your legs, slumped with his head on your chest. The way he insisted you to paint his nails because “it’ll be like painting your own nails”. Although, you knew the real reason was an excuse to rest his head on the pillowy mounds.
You didn’t mind, though. You found him so adorable, staring up at you with those big round eyes and a goofy smile on his face. He’s much more manageable when he’s in this state of bliss.
“You’re taking so long,” He groans.
“I’m almost done, ya big baby.” You say, kissing his forehead. He smiles, rubbing your thigh with his free hand.
You blow on the last finger you’ve painted, him studying the way your full lips pursed. The cool air sending shivers down his spine. Part of him wishes you hadn’t felt it but the other part of him wants you to know the effect you had on him.
He’s never been so vulnerable with any woman he’s dated. It was always surface level, figuring it was just easier that way. He believes it stems from his days back in high school when not many girls cared to look in his direction. He was “The Freak” after all and associating with him was social suicide. He’d like to imagine that if things had gone differently back then with your interaction with him, you’d accept him fully as he was. Nerd and all.
“All done!” You snap him from his thoughts. He looks down at his fingernails painted a deep, dark shade of blue.
“Looks great, little vixen. Should we try them out?” He peels away from your body now facing you. Pulling you by your legs so their spread apart. He climbs in between them, hands traveling up both thighs.
“I think they’d look great riiight…” Eddie presses two fingers against your clothed core, applying pressure. “Here.”
“No, Eddie,” You sigh. “As much as, I’d love to christen this hotel room. Your manager and your stylist will be stopping by soon. If they see me in your clothes, they’ll know for sure we’re sleeping together.”
“What does it matter? It’s like you want this to be a secret or something.”
“Well…yeah.” You twiddle with your fingers, nervously.
“Really? Huh. This is bringing up some unresolved high school trauma.” Eddie says, looking into space.
“I thought this was what we both wanted? To protect our careers?”
“I don’t remember having this talk.”
“Then, let’s have it now. We have to keep us a secret. If my boss finds out, he might pull the exposé and that’ll be the end of my career. As for you, rockstar, you’re supposed to be living that bachelor lifestyle. Having a girlfriend is only going to ruin that image. Your manager wouldn’t like that.”
“Fuck him.”
“Eds…if not for me, then do it for yourself. You’re living out your wildest dreams. You used to play in shady garages and ghost town venues wishing you could prove yourself. Now you’re touring the world, performing side by side with the greats of our time. This is your moment.”
“Okay.” He says in a dry tone.
“You mad at me?” You pout, rubbing your head on his shoulder like a cat and staring up at him,
His expressionless face instantly attempts to fight off a smile, clearly amused. “You look so cute in my sweater how can I be mad. But ya know what’d make me feel really good?”
You clamped your thighs together, adjusting yourself in the oversized sweater so you looked halfway decent. “Your manager’ll show up any moment now.”
“I just want a kiss.”
“I have to leave while I still have time.”
“You’re really gonna leave me hangin’?” He smiles innocently but the sinister aura around him says otherwise.
Yet, you lean in to kiss him anyway, falling into his trap of temptation. Could such sinful lips ever carry innocence? No, they were made to cause destruction. Bring you to your end. You were losing track of reality. Kissing him disregards space and time.
“Get it together, y/n! He wants this. Pull away! You know what this lead to.” Says the angel on your shoulder.
But the louder, ‘much more fun to listen to’ demon on your shoulder says, “FUCK THAT! KISS THE BOY! KISS HIM HARDDD!”
And you did so while climbing him like a tree. He moans his approval, nails digging into your plushy thighs. You circle your hips down, feeling him growing beneath.
Then, you hear the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s obnoxiously loud manager…In front of Eddie’s door!!
Curse that hedonistic bitch in me.
You roll off him, eyes searching for a place to hide just as you hear a knock.
“This is your fault.” You whisper.
“My fault?!” He whisper-yells.
“Tell me where to hide.”
“The closet?”
“They’ll go through your wardrobe.”
“Underneath the bed?”
You exhaled deeply, lowering to the ground. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is college all over again.”
“You’ve gotta tell me that story sometime.” He says, intrigued.
The sounds of banging grows louder. Eddie strides for the door, looking back to make sure that you’re hidden as you roll underneath the bed.
You hear the door locks click open and Mr. Neds immediately begins ranting at Eddie. “What took you so long, kid? We’re on crunch time. The boys are nearly dressed and you haven’t even changed out of your loungewear. And that hair! It’s all over the place!Where’s the hairstylist I sent up here?”
So that was all the knocking earlier this morning while you were resting in Eddie’s arms. Neither of you wanting to get up from exhaustion of your sexual marathon and because it meant breaking the cycle of warmth you both provided one another.
“My hair’s fine. My fans dig it this way.” Eddie defends.
“There’s an art to messy hair, Francis. Your hair’s not rockstar messy, it’s just messy. I’m calling another hairstylist. Maeve, pick out something that screams ‘sex symbol’.” Mr. Neds orders, walking out the room.
“Hello, Mr Francis,” The stylist greets, excitedly. “I’ll be your stylist for this tour. When I’m done, you’ll look as good as Mick Jagger. Although…you already are quite good looking.”
You roll your eyes at this. Here we go.
“I’m a huge fan by the way. Possibly the biggest fan.”She giggles, a hint a seduction paints her words.
“I like when pretty girls like you listen to my music.” You can just hear the smugness in his voice. He’s clearly aware that you’re listening in all of this, possibly thinking he could make you jealous. Ha! Not gonna happen.
She giggles some more. “You think I’m pretty?”
“Course I do, doll.”
Doll?! That bastard!
“I’ll go pick out your clothes and maybe…you could get out of those clothes. I can help you if you’d like.”She lays it on thick.
You’re sure that Eddie’s going to push this further to get a rise out of you. You can already feel your blood begin to boil, your heart aching. Instead, you’re stunned to hear him drop the act.
“Actually, Maeve...I’ll pass. Hope you can respect that.”
“Oh, a-are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” She grumbles in defeat. “I’ll get started with the outfit choices then.”
You smile to yourself, impressed. You hadn’t realize just how devoted Eddie was to this relationship. He meant it when he said you were his and he couldn’t possibly think of hurting you in such a way and messing things up.
The door swings open again and Mr. Neds walks in along with bandmate, Mel Tomas. Mel does a spin around flashing his look for Eddie to see. “I’m not sure how she’ll top this look for you. Pretty sure I’m hot enough to be the new favorite of the band.” He flexes his arms.
Eddie gestures discreetly with his eyes, calling the attention of the bass guitarist. Mel confused at first, scratches his head only for his eyes to immediately widen when he spots you beneath. You wave and smile awkwardly.
“Anyone want towels?” Mel blurts.
“What?” Mr. Neds questions. “The hell would we need towels for?”
“You’re looking a little sweaty, big guy. No worries. I’ll get the towel cart from the hall and bring it in here.” Mel projects his voice, hinting his plan while causing Maeve and Mr. Neds to stare in utter bewilderment.
Mel returns with the cart. Eddie doing all he can to stifle his laughter, watching him roll it in for you. For you to climb into the bottom shelf. A towel is draped over the sides to keep you from being spotted. He throws a towel for everyone in the room to keep any suspicions. “Going into the hallway now.” He calls out.
It’s a good thing he didn’t go into acting.
Once you’re a far distance enough, you crawl out and brought yourself to your feet. Mel shakes his head at you. “Et tú, y/n?”
“I know what it looks like…but it’s really not what you think it is.”
“I think it looks like you two are a thing.”
“Okay, so it is what you think. Please don’t tell anyone.” You clasp your hands together, pleading.
“Your secret’s safe with me. I’m just surprised Eddie managed to win you over.”
“Ughh, you say it like I’m some trophy.” You roll your eyes.
“Didn’t mean any offense. It’s just you’re so much badass than he’ll ever be.” He laughs, nudging your shoulder.
You flip your hair dramatically, smirking. “This is why you’re the smart one.”
—————
Mantra•esque. It was this generation’s Woodstock. 4 days of the hottest artists performing and Corroded Coffin’s making its large scale debut. People took this festival very seriously. Both when it came to the musical performances and the way you dress. You don’t go dressed in a casual t-shirt with your favorite band plastered on it. No. This was meant to be treated as if going to a rave. Brightly colored, scantily clad outfits that leave little to the imagination; Glitter makeup and wild hair; Eccentric shoes and body bedazzle, it was the time to dress like the hottest alien in town. A second halloween, if you will. Only even sluttier.
You’ve heard nothing or seen anything like it but it’s eye opening to say the least. With the help of your best friend over the phone, you’d managed to pick out a butterfly-themed rave look of a pink body suit accompanied with wings, fishnet tights, combat boots, body glitter and makeup.
Eddie didn’t let you out of his sight the moment you’d made it to the festival pit. He wouldn’t risk any guy trying to sweet talk you and him not being able to do anything about it.
He takes your hand and you know you should pull your hand away since there are all these witnesses. Yet, you romanticized the idea of him shamelessly holding your hand to show you off as his.
“When do you and the boys go up?”
“We go right Hell’s Fury. They’re a new band, too. They’re not so bad. The lead guitarist could use some lessons though.”
“Can’t you give a compliment without backhanding it.” You laugh.
“It’s not a backhanded compliment. It’s criticism and feedback. You of all people should understand, little miss journalist.”
“Well, that may be true but—” You let out an audibly gasp when you reach around the backstage, spotting a the very famous Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. “T-t-that’s Ste—Do you know who that is?!”
“Of course I—”
“Stevie Nicks!” You interrupt, shrieking.
“That was right in my ear,” Eddie says, wagging a finger in his ear. “Wanna go over to meet her?”
“N-no way. I couldn’t. They say you should never meet your heroes. What if she doesn’t like me?”
“Not possible. You get a chance to be this close to her. Ya gotta go for it.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just gonna walk up and say ‘hi’.” You stood frozen, paralyzed by fear.
“You’re not moving.” Eddie whispers.
“I will!” You say, defiantly as you continue to still in position.
He sighs. “I’ve got this, little one.”
He walks forward. You follow quickly behind him, hiding yourself like a scared kitten as you peeked over his shoulder.
Stevie Nicks spots your approach, amused when you shy away from her gaze. Eddie breaks the ice, chatting her up and introducing himself before making the final introduction for you.
“This is Y/n, she’s…my g—good friend.” He saves his near slip of the tongue. “Come on, Don’t be shy.”
He steps out of the way, revealing you to the singer. Your knees knock from your evident trembling. “M-m-my name is Y/n. B-but you already know that because h-h-he just introduced me. I’m a huge fan and I-I just wanted to say hi. So…hi!”
You say the last part a bit too loudly, causing her to jolt back but her smile never falters. Eddie smiles as well, entertained by the idea that you do actually fangirl.
It was clear to Stevie that there was something more between you. It was Stevie freaking Nicks. She sensed these things and the tension radiating between you two was as heated as the sun. “Isn’t it interesting how two people from very different worlds find each other?”
“Huh?” You both say simultaneously.
She giggles. “It was lovely meeting you, Y/n. Here,” She turns her attention to Eddie, removing the shawl around her shoulders and handing it to him. “A gift from me…to you…to her. Let her know you’ve got her and there’s no need to fight the feeling. I’ve gotta go in 5 but this was nice. Lookin’ forward to seeing you play, Francis. Good luck.”
She walks off, joining her group and leaving you soaring in your mind. You twirled around to face Eddie, jumping up and down in excitement. “You heard what she said. That’s for me.”
“She also said to stop fighting the feeling, yet you do. All the time. I’m starting to believe the old man at the diner was speaking specifically about you.“
“So I shouldn’t fight the rage I’m feeling towards you right now?” You hissed.
“What if…I give you your gift after the show?”
“Or…” You quickly retrieve the shawl, wrapping it around his neck and tugging him closer to you. “I could have it now and you’ll be rewarded for introducing me to my idol.”
You tug at the ends of the apparel a final time, forcing his lips to collide against yours. He smiles into the kiss and it makes you do the same. Once you pulled away, you snake the shawl from around him and brought it to your shoulders.
“What can I say? I had to stand up for my girl,” You blush at his words only to immediately sneer as the next sentence leave his lips. “You were such a goddamn scaredy cat.”
“It’s Fleetwood Mac.” You say, matter-of-factly.
“I mean, Stevie Nick’s great and all…but she’s no Metallica or Ozzy.”
“Oh, Quit the ‘cool dude’ act. I saw you blushing when she said she’d be watching you on stage. Also, I may have done some digging in your hidden cassettes collection. I know for sure you were internally screaming in her presence. Nothing to be ashamed of, though. Just means you’ve got great taste.”
He scrunches up his nose in adorably feigned anger. “You’re too nosy for your own good.”
“It’s only ever for my own good.”
——————
“You go on in 15, boys,” Mr. Neds announces, bum-rushing through the dressing trailer. “Pull yourselves together. Junie, ya getting this?”
“Ya know it, boss.” The photographer says, flashing the boys for another photo and blinding them.
“Hey! What happened to the photographer my boss specifically chose to accompany me?” You inquire the manager, crossing your arms.
“Oh, that guy? He didn’t make the cut. I’m looking for state of the art photos iconic enough to be plastered in every teen girl’s bedroom. Junie, here, knows what the girls want.” Mr. Neds says, pridefully. He pats his photographer on the shoulder, leaving the trailer to talk about their plans for a calendar edition.
“That’s disturbing,” You muttered before noticing the state of anxiety the boys were currently in. Each boy having their own fears.
Mel’s worries involved his outfit not being flashy enough. Judas’s worries involved his many exes being in the crowd seeking his head. Jessie’s worries involve his irrational fear of him popping a boner on stage while performing his drum solo.
Then there was Eddie, who was a mix of all their anxieties and more. What if he missed a beat, or he sings off key, or his hand cramps up during his guitar solo? He was THEE Francis the Freak. The lead man. The one who inspired the band itself. There was no room to fuck up or it meant the end for all of Corroded Coffin.
“You boys don’t look so good.” You say, concerned.
“I’ve gotta change my clothes.” Mel says, rushing over to the clothing rack.
“I’ve gotta find a helmet.” Judas says, also rummaging through wardrobe.
“I’ve gotta get duct tape.” Jessie searches through a nearby drawer.
Confused, you shook your head focusing on your boyfriend. “Eddie…you okay?”
“I don’t know about this, Y/n. Maybe we’ll just call this a night.”
“You can’t! You’ve performed in front of a crowd before. I’ve seen you up there. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re amazing.”
“You’ve seen me in decently-sized venues. But this…the whole world’s watching,” He lets out a dry laugh. “This was Corroded Coffin’s dream. The real Corroded Coffin. My buddies Gareth, Sid and Jeff were the ones meant to be by my side rocking the fuck out, headbanging, and saying ‘fuck all’ to whoever. But now it’s just me with these random dudes and I’m supposed to pretend like it’s always been this way.”
You hug around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But your friends are probably watching somewhere back in Hawkins, waiting to see you live out your moment. They wouldn’t want you to miss this opportunity because of them. Would they?”
He shakes his head ‘no’.
“Exactly. Again, if this isn’t what you want then you don’t have to go out there. But if it is, then you show them who you are. You’re not just Francis. You’re Eddie Munson of Hawkins, Indiana. The Freak with insane guitar skills and crazy vocals. The mop-headed metalhead that shredded ‘Master of Puppets’ in a room full of boring Hollywood executives. You aren’t you because you’re famous. You’re who you are because that’s just who you are. No other explanation. And even if things get overwhelming and you decide you’ve had enough of this, you’ll always have me cheering you on in the sidelines because I believe in you. I always did.” You look up at him, feeling him let out a breath of relief.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” You gave him a small smile.
“That makes me feel a whole lot better.”
“Knew it would,” You say, brushing your shoulder in a celebratory manner. “You go and get those boys together. You’ve got a crowd to amaze.”
He nods, a newfound confidence taking over. Striding over to his silly bandmates, he cups his hands over his mouth to project his voice. “Hey, fuckwads,” The boys quickly halt their actions, turning their attention to the leas singer. He continues. “We’ve got 10 minutes before it’s showtime and you’re all acting as if you were caught with your hands on your dicks.”
Eddie pauses, glaring at Jessie who quickly pulls his hands out of his jeans.
“This isn’t new to us. We’ve been here before. It’s bigger and scarier. No doubt. But we’re better than this. We’re better than that fucking Hell’s Fury band and they went out there despite having the world’s shittiest guitarist. No more backing out. No more excuses. Today’s the day to prove ourselves. Now are we gonna rock the fuck out or not?!”
“I was born ready, ya cunt.” Judas chortles.
“Watch your female-targeted language. There’s a lady in here, you fuckin idiot.” Jessie disapproves.
“Sorry. ‘I was born ready, ya vagina.’ Satisfied?”
“I’m ready, too.” Mel chimes in.
“Then, let’s do this shit,” Eddie says, encouragingly. “We’ve got 5 minutes until spotlight. We’re movin out.”
With that, the boys hooted and hollered before rushing out of the trailer. Eddie nearly running behind them when he notices you staying back.
“You coming?”
“I won’t be standing side stage. I’ll lay my blanket front row with all the other sleazy journalists,” You quip. “That way you won’t have to constantly look on the side of you to make sure I’m there.”
“But I’ll be able to see you, right?”
“Of course…ooh!” You were just reminded of something. Rummaging through your small butterfly-winged backpack, you pulled out a little gift. “I was gonna wait til after the performance but I think you might need it. Just for a little boost.”
He looks down at it and smiles. It was the famous green mushroom sweater that he’d complimented you for years ago.
“You’ve given me enough gifts so that’s my gift to you.”
“Thanks, little vixen,” His famous smile returns, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “This’ll be perfect. See you after the show?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be waiting for you.”
——————
You quickly went to take your place in the front, noticing the band’s manager walking briskly up and down near the stage. The photographer beside him, flashing away with his camera at the empty stage.
“Have a seat, you two,” You say, patting the clear space on your blanket. “All this pacing back and forth and flashing is giving me headache. You’re going to ruin the experience for everyone.”
“I can’t help it! My ass is on the line with these boys.” Mr. Neds voices.
“Have a little faith. Now sit down or I’ll make the crowd revolt against you.” You threatened.
“Ughh, fine.” Mr. Neds plops down.
“The camera boy, too.” You ordered.
“But…”
“Sit!”
He quickly, sits down. “It’s Junie by the way. Not camera boy.”
“Don’t care.” You shrug.
The stage lights wave around at the crowd before shutting off. The stage going dark. Everyone waits in anticipation. Silence. The sound of a guitar rift pierces the air and the clashing of cymbals ring out then you hear one that familiar guttural screamo voice as the song “Follow the Leader” begins to play.
“Take me to your leader. I will fuck him up then eat her. I’m fuckin bottom feeder. A fiending twisted creature…”
The lights flash up, revealing the band. The crowd goes berserk, screaming and immediately rising to their feet to dance.
Mr. Neds’s big smile quickly falls flat. “What the fuck is he wearing?”
Eddie had removed the ripped up tank top shirt that the stylist had given him. Instead he’s shirtless, donning your mushroom sweater.
“Whoooo!” You cheered on, jumping and clapping as the song picked up. Even Junie had eaten up the look, taking pictures of the band in every angle he could think of.
Once Mel takes over with vocals, Eddie shoots you a quick wink and you nearly fangirled yourself. Maybe someday, you’ll let him know that you were secretly a new fan of his. Once his ego deflates, of course.
Assuming that’s something that could possibly happen.
You felt your stomach grumble when you spot Junie scarfing down a brownie.
“Where’d you get that?” You ask.
“Some really nice girls over there said it’ll be just what I need. I wasn’t even aware I was hungry.”
“Let me get a bite. I’m starved.”
He hands it over to you. You bite into it and it tasted slightly off. Aside from that, it was the right texture. Soft and sweet.
“This is so good.” You moaned.
“I know right.” Junie through bites.
“Wanna bite, Mr.Neds?” You offered.
“No, my blood sugars already so high, my stress levels are through the roof, my diet’s gone to shit…”
“Boy, you need a vacation. More for me and Junie boy.” You say, popping another piece into your mouth.
———
After two encores, the band finished their first day on stage. 3 more days to go and so far it looks to be a success. Once all performances ended, it was time for the after party. A large bonfire set up.
By this point, a familiar feeling took over you. The same feeling you felt when you smoked that joint with Eddie back home. Then, you realized…you were high as fuck. Higher than a motherfucking kite. This is exactly what your mother warned you about all those years. Taking goodies from a stranger is bad. Very bad.
You and Junie were laughing away at just about anything. “I don’t know if you noticed this, Junie, but we just ate pot brownies.”
“I’ve never been high.” He laughs.
“Neither have I up until about couple weeks ago.” You huffed another fit of laughter.
“You’re both idiots,” Mr. Neds mutters. “You’ve got jobs to do. Search for those boys and take some pictures and write something inspirational. Time is money.”
“Take a chill pill.” You say, rolling your eyes. Standing to your feet, you began your search for Eddie through the crowd. The thing about these hippie festivals is that every long-haired man reminded you of him.
“Eddie?!” You say turning over a random guy. Not him. Then another. And another until you bumped into a hard chest. You quickly turned to apologize. “S-sorry. I’m looking for my boyfriend—hey! I know you! You’re that prick photographer from Billy’s bar. You set me up with that photo. I hope you know.”
“Why is it that I always happen to meet you when you’re under the influence?”
“I’m not drunk, okay. I’m just a little high. Excuse me for thinking people give away brownies for the kindness of it all. What are you doing here, anyway?“
“I travel where the story goes. I also follow celebrities in search for my next project. And I’ll have you know, I didn’t take that picture of you and Francis.”
“You expect me to believe you? You can wait til hell freezes over and I wouldn’t believe you. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Just as you were about to walk away, he stops you in his tracks as he says, “Why? Looking to meet up with your boyfriend…Francis?”
“What are you talking about?”
“So where’s that boyfriend you’ve been looking for? If not Francis, then who’s the lucky man?” He says, dropping the innocent act.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to insinuate but Francis and I…are strictly professional.”
“Then, show me your boyfriend.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Because you have something to hide.”
“Because it’s none of your fucking business!”
“I’m her boyfriend,” You hear behind you. It was Junie the photographer, unceremoniously yet heroically stumbling over to you. “So back off buddy.”
“And you’re expecting me to believe this loser’s with you?” Cole laughs.
“Let’s go, Junie.” You grab his hand only for Cole to break the contact.
“Let’s be honest here, Y/n,” Cole invades your space. “Creative to Creative. We both know the truth.”
“Leave us alone.” You growl, trying to leave but Cole continues to block your path. A crowd soon beginning to form.
“Let us go!” Junie attempts to swing at Cole, who catches his fist in midair, punching him so hard it knocks him backward. The back of Junie’s head rears back, slamming against your mouth as you catch him before he could hit the ground. Your lips split and bleed but you ignore the sting, tending to the poor guy.
“Junie!” You call out, worried, before shooting daggers at Cole. “You asshole!”
“Hey, man. That’s not cool.” Says a voice from the crowd.
“None of this concerns you! Any of you. This is business! The whore’s not gonna get away with it.”
“Say that again.” A familiar voice says, the crowd parts a path for a very heated Eddie.
Cole smiles, wickedly. “Finally! This is what the fuck I’ve been waiting for. A goddamn hell of a story.”
Eddie sees you on your knees, cradling the wounded photographer. He sees red when he spots your busted lip, stomping forward towards his target.
“Eddie! Wait!” You forgotten to use his stage name around the crowd, more concerned with stopping him from doing anything that would get him in serious trouble. He looks back at you, still pissed as ever. You warm up your expression. “Don’t do it. Let’s just get out of here.”
He clenches and unclenches his fists. Cole convinced that he wouldn’t dare listen to you as a hotheaded rockstar. But Eddie does, glaring at the sorry excuse of a man one last time before helping you up as well as Junie.
“I’m sorry,” He says, regretfully. “I should’ve looked for you. It was just so many people that I couldn’t get to you.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now.” You smiled. Patting Junie on the shoulder, Eddie led the way to leave. The crowd cheers and it causes the testosterone in the instigating enemy to rise.
“Have fun with another one of your whores, Francis.” Cole calls out.
Eddie stops in his tracks and you knew all hell will break loose. “No, Eddie. Don’t!”
He turns on his heels, rushing over to the heckling fool. Cole believes he’ll get a one up on Eddie, swinging his fist to connect with his face. Eddie reverses this action using Cole’s own hand to punch him square in the face.
The crowd cheers and laughs as a disoriented Cole falls back into the dirt.
Walking back over to you, Eddie rolls his shoulders to release any tension. “You’re my witness. He punched himself.”
———-
The night started out celebratory. The group popping champagne in Eddie’s hotel room. It was supposed to be a night out in town to end the night right but the boys had another 3 days to perform so they would soon be heading to bed.
“You were incredible, Junie. Super brave. Thank you for coming to my rescue.” You say, squeezing his hand.
“Yeah, that was pretty badass.” Eddie compliments.
“Aww, it’s no big. Always wanted to get in a fight with a guy that looked like my high school bully.” Junie comments.
“So that’s why I got my ass kicked at my party. You two were an item the entire time,” Jessie says. “You gonna kick every guy’s ass that even remotely stands near her?”
“Oh, hell yeah. 100%.” Eddie affirms.
“What did I tell you?” You say, tugging on his ear. “I can handle myself.”
“Ow, ow, ow. My ears are still freshly pierced.” Eddie hisses.
The group laughs and the festivities continue up until there’s a hard knock on the door that halts it altogether. Eddie answers the door and the look on his manager’s face indicated that this was no joyous news.
“Awww, what is it now? You’re harshing our mellow, man.” Eddie groans.
“Yeah, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Judas questions.
“The executive editor of Hey Hello Magazine is thinking of pressing charges.” Mr. Neds says, solemnly.
“Why would the editor…oh my god?” It just hit you that Cole was not only a photographer but a writer of that magazine.
“What is going on with you, Eddie? I used to beg you to take on the bad boy persona in interview now all of a sudden your exactly that,” Mr. Neds sighs. “You’ve fought your bandmate and now you’re getting into fights with influential writers? What is it? What’s making you act out of control?”
Eddie glanced over his shoulder, back at you. You shake your head, fearing he’s give it up.
He looks back at his manager. “It’s nothing…. The dickhead started it first. I didn’t punch him. He punched himself and he’s too embarrassed to admit it.”
“No more of these shenanigans, Eddie. You’re actions have consequences. To lessen your erratic behavior, I’ve come up with a solution you won’t like but it’s for your own good. I’ll be assigning you all bodyguards.”
“Nooo.” “What the fuck?” “Are kidding me?” The boys protest all at once.
“Yes. Because even if you didn’t start the fight, people will look for a fight just to ruin your careers because of jealousy and greed. People are searching for big payouts and assault from a famous star is their big break. But luckily for you, the editor has agreed to drop all charges on one condition.”
“What?” Eddie asks.
“He wants a meeting…with your journalist.”
“Hell no.” He growls.
“It’s not your choice. It’s the lady’s. So..whadya say say, Y/n?” Mr. Neds turns his attention to you.
“I’ll do it.” You say with no hesitation.
“Great! I’ll make the arrangements.”
Eddie glares at you. “Would you all excuse me? I’m going to escort my journalist to her room. She’s not thinking straight with all the pot she’s ingested.”
He takes your hand, leading you out his door and towards yours. “What the hell? Why’d you agree to it? It’s only what he wants.”
“Because it’ll get him to shut up. He’s riding the high of this story he thinks he’ll get from me and you.. His issues are with me and only I can end it.”
“If I knew the journalism world was this bad, I would’ve never signed up for this expose and put you through this.”
“But then we’d never be the way we are now. I don’t regret that. Do you?”
“Of course not.”
“Then, let me do this for you.” You cup his face, fingers laced in his curls.
He nods.
“You looked good in my sweater, by the way.” You smiled, playfully.
He smirks. “Wanna taken it off?”
“I want to. So bad and so much. But I’m sooo high.”
“That’s one of the best time to fuck.”
“Everyone’s right across the hall and I don’t think I’m sober enough to be quiet. Buuut… you can put me to bed in the non-sexual way.” You smiled, turning around and pulling off your tiny bag and the shawl for him to access your zipper.
He lowers it, slowly bringing down your bodysuit to kiss your shoulder. It all felt so sensual. The bodysuit pools around your feet. Your bare breasts make contact with the cool air, sensitive buds hardening. You were only in your black thong and fishnets.
He runs his large hands over the front of your thighs, pressing his erection against your ass. Hooking his index fingers in the sides of your tights, he brings them down your legs as well.
When you felt him try to do the same with your panties, you pull away. “You’re being naughty.”
“Why are you being such a tease?” He groans. “I thought you were mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Then, show me.”
You chuckled, crawling onto your bed on all fours. You exaggerated the arch in your back, ass in the air as you swayed side to side. Then, you roll into the shawl wrapping it around you and shielding your breasts from his eager eyes.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Eddie.”
“Hope you know that this will be the most energetic I’ll be for these few days. If you don’t take advantage now…you’ll regret it.” He singsongs the last part.
“Goodnight.” You singsong back, curling up to your pillow.
He couldn’t help but laugh, staring down at your exhausted figure. Pulling the blanket over you, He kisses your forehead. “No more taking brownies from strangers.”
“Yes, daddy.” You mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
He tries to remove the shawl around you but you grip it tighter in your slumber. With one last smile, he shuts off the lights and leaves you to dream peacefully.
——————-
The next day would be hell for you and Eddie. You didn’t even get the chance to see him much. His entire day was spent rehearsing for day two of tonight’s festival. Meanwhile, you’d gotten a call from Murray who was very disappointed in you for being behind on your work, so you spent your day writing with little motivation.
You’re mind had gone elsewhere. To more pressing depressing matters. Cole. Your new arch nemesis. Your rivalry. Your enemy. All the names in the book that would describe his fate in your eyes. He needed to go down and hard. But how?
Tonight, you’ll be missing Corroded Coffin’s second appearance because you were meeting up with him to discuss whatever his evil plans were for you.
All you could do is see off the boys in the afternoon as they gathered onto the giant tour bus toward destination.
“You really don’t have to do this? I can just get a lawyer. He wouldn’t stand a chance.” Eddie says.
“I need to do this or he’ll just keep coming after me. You’ll be okay?”
“I’ll do my best,” He nods. “I’ll see you late tonight?”
“What about your new friends?” You whispered, gesturing to the two giant bodyguards a few feet behind him.
“I have my ways.” He smirks, mischievously.
“Whatever you plan on doing…don’t.” You teased, pulling his hat over his face.
He lifts the brim over his eyes with a finger. “This is why I don’t wear these darn things. I’ll be noting this to Maeve,” He jokes, then spreads out his arms for a hug. You go in for a handshake instead, reminding him that you were both in public.He reluctantly shakes it.
With a final goodbye from the boys, everyone boarded the bus and were off on the road.
Now that they were off doing their work, you’ll be doing yours. It was time to dive into the mind of the sleaziest journalist. If this was a dog eat dog world then you’ll gladly join the game. You were going to get some dirt on Cole and make him pay.
——————
You sat across the devil in a tea shop. He smiles a dangerous smile, believing he’s won.
“First, I wanna start off by saying that I apologize to you, Y/n. I didn’t mean to call you a whore.”
“Fuck you. I don’t care for your apologies.”
“You’re very well entitled to not forgive me. I just needed to get that off my chest. How’s your lip, by the way? It doesn’t look bad from what I see.”
“Let’s cut the bullshit, Cole. I’m not here for small talk. What the fuck do you want from me? Why are you trying to sabotage my exposé?”
“Because you’ve talked down on my Magazine enough. You and your company! Then you write this article and now you’re all I see. Everywhere. ‘30 Days With A Rockstar’. I’ve had enough! But soon… the world will know the truth. ‘Francis The Freak dating his journalist?’. Your exposé will be seen as bias. And my story on you will crush yours.”
“So you started a fight and threatened to press charges…because you want to make a better story?”
“I was never going to press any actual charges. I just knew it was the only way you’d agree to meet me again. Because you care about him. Because you’re a couple.”
“We’re not!”
“I have eyes all around, Y/n. I really didn’t take that photo of you and Francis at the bar. But I did write the article. I’ll admit it. As you already know, I’m the exec and lead editor of Hey Hello and I don’t take to kindly of the slander my company’s faced at the hands of your company. So, I’ll give you three options. Either work with me and give me the rights to your story or you could tell me the full story about you and Francis or I can really press charges and everyone loses.”
“How about a fourth option? You leave me and Francis alone…and I won’t put out an article about you getting sexual favors from your female employees so they can secure their jobs. Abuse of power story? You’ll never work in this business again.”
His eyes widened. “I’ve never done such a thing.”
“Tell that to the several employees that have come forward to personally speak with me. I have eyes and ears, too, ya know.”
“You bitch!” He snarled.
“Awww, I thought we were friends.” You teased, pouting.
“You just wait. I will find the truth. And when I do, you’ll be just another slut that fell for a trashy rockstar.”
You slap him, causing him to yelp. “Go ahead and press charges on me, too. Fuck you and your shitty magazine.”
You shot up from your seat, walking out. Not once looking back. Little did he know, you’d already released the article on him. That morning, you’d found your motivation to write after all.
———
It was 3 am and the Band had yet returned. Even if you wanted to see Eddie, you knew his guards would be right outside his door, keeping you seeing him at these hours.
Right now you’re lying in bed, moping as you began to question your relationship. Maybe you’d both jumped into it too soon. Everything is moving so fast and now you had a huge target on your back which, in turn, would effect Eddie.
Little taps hit against your window, you rise your head up in confusion. You sauntered over to the window, lifting it up and glancing down. Eddie waves at you from below.
“Eddie!”
“Shhhh!” He holds out his hands, signifying you to lower your voice.
“How’d you get out here? I thought you’d be guarded up in your hotel room.”
“I snuck out. Climbed out my window and took the stairs on the side of the building. Told you I’d come see you so here I am. Now you climb out.”
“No! It’s dangerous,” You stared in horror at the rickety metal stairs. “These look all rusty and unstable.”
“But I’ve got somewhere to show you.” He says, throwing up his arms in frustration.
“Fine, but I’m going out and down on the elevator like a normal person.”
“All that work when you could just come down this way?”
“It’s not work. It’s safe.” You throw on a coat over your nightgown and then some boots, before heading out the door. The bodyguards outside Eddie’s door spot you.
“Just leaving for some fresh air.” You explained, nervously. They turned their attention away from you, speaking amongst themselves.
You rushed down to the lobby and made it out to see Eddie, turning to smile as he held out his hand. You take it and he immediately leads the way.
“You’re a bad influence.” You laugh.
“So, I’ve been told.”
It was not a far distance from the hotel where you headed off to. You found yourself at an intimate park setting that had a showing of ‘Rocky Picture Horror Show’ playing on a big projector screen. Couples sitting on their respective blankets as they watched the film.
“I love this movie.” You whispered.
“Yeah? So do I.”
He lays out the blanket for you both to sit, finding a nice spot in a corner by the bushes.
“How’d you know they’d be playing a showing so late this night?”
“Dirk told me.”
“You mean the lead guitarist from Hell’s Fury. You’re on first name bases now? Are you going to braid each other’s hairs, too?”
“Please stop talking,” He says, trying not to laugh. “He’s actually not a bad guy. Hell of a stoner, though.”
“Glad your meeting more people in your circle.”
He nods. “I guess.”
“Thank you for bringing me out here. I needed this. Especially, after my meet up with that loser.”
“How was it?”
“This guy’s been on my tail the entire time since I’ve started this article. He’s been jealous of my success. The misogynistic pig. He said either I tell him about us or join him.”
“Join him? Like Darth Vader?”
“You nerd,” You giggled. “Yeah, just like Darth Vader.”
“So what happened after that?”
“I blackmailed him. Told him I’d out his scandal about his power imbalance and perverted behavior towards his female colleagues. I’m already in the works of outing him, though. No woman should ever work with that creep.”
“Ooo, you can get dirty.”
You shrug, playing off cool. “I can be a real bitch.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Fuck you!” You shove him, saying it loud enough for a couple people to shush you.
“Sorry.” You and Eddie whisper in unison.
——
It’s now 5 am. You’re on your way back to the hotel, laughing and quoting lines from the movie. Eddie insisted you both take the metal stairs this time which you reluctantly take. Him following close behind in case you faint from looking down. When you made it to your window, you climbed in first.
“We’re a little like Romeo and Juliet. Don’t ya think?It’s kinda romantic.”
He kisses you softly after you say this, making your steady heartbeat pound furiously in your chest. He breaks the kiss, licking his lips.
“Does Romeo get to climb into Juliet’s window and rock her world?”
“I thought you wouldn’t have energy for that?”
“I’ve got enough.” He attempts to climb in but you put your hand over his face, stopping him.
“No. You need sleep, big boy. Your day begins at 7.”
“You’re really missing out on some blessings, little vixen. I’m in the mood to eat pussy.”
You shuddered. So. Very. Tempting. That mouth as infuriating as it can be when he spoke, it was just as talented at many other things including knowing it’s way around the female anatomy. “I’ll pass.” You squeaked.
“Sure bout that? I’m looking to make those legs shake. Fuck you with my fingers and tongue,” He does have a nice, thick…long tongue. “Drink you til your stupid and can barely speak.”
You clamp your thighs together. “Ughh, no!”
Mustering up the shred of restraint you had left, you shut the window and locked it, leaving him standing there dazed.
His face drops in a dull look as he sticks up his two middle fingers at you. You do the same, causing you both to burst with laughter. With a final dramatic bow, he says his goodbye and makes his exit down the stairs.
You flung yourself onto the mattress. You couldn’t believed you turned him down. He’s literally your fucking boyfriend! Take advantage! Where was the shoulder demon bitch when ya needed her?!
God, that pretty mouth. I’m such a stupid bitch.
Then, your mind recalled Chrissy’s ‘gift’ to you. With a sigh, you retrieve the item from the drawer. It wasn’t him. But it would be enough.
———
It wasn’t enough! The remaining few days of the show caused your private nights with Eddie to grow shorter and shorter. The moments when you didn’t have to sneak around were spent being as far apart from one another as possible to deter any suspicions from his manager. Eddie had gotten extremely fatigue from the long days of rehearsal and having to perform on stage hours after. You worried that the boys would soon burn out.
When he’d snuck into your bedroom after the last night of Manta•esque, he’d all but crashed face first into your mattress. He only had enough energy for you both to the night for some writing ideas. He excitedly yet tiredly spoke of receiving praise letters from some of his favorite artists who’ve seen the event televised.
“It’s insane,” He yawns. “People actually like our music. They want to hear more from us. We’re already in talks of getting signed to an official label and having a new album.”
“That’s incredible!” You say, placing his head in your lap and playing in his hair.
“Right.” He yawns, once again.
“Shouldn’t you be heading to bed?”
“Wanna stay here.” He grumbles against your thigh.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“So what? I miss you. And who knows if I’ll ever get this much time with you again?“
“Why do you mean?”
He’s quiet.
“Eds?” You called for his attention.
“I’ll be touring again,” He admits. “It’ll be around the time the exposé’s done.”
“Okay? We’ll still get to see each other.”
“No,” He sits up. “At least not for a while. My manager’s got us a tour around Asia then back to Europe for France. I’ll only be staying in Hawkins for about a week and a half then I’m back on the road again.”
Tears began to well up in your eyes. “I knew we shouldn’t have done this.”
You stand to your feet, heading for the door when he grasps your wrist. “Where are you going?”
“I just need to go somewhere to think.”
He caresses your face. “Y/n, I want to be with you.”
“We’ll hardly ever see each other.”
“Then, I won’t do the tour.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“Or you can come with me! I don’t fucking know! I just don’t want this to end. I can’t go back to life without you.”
“Neither can I. I wouldn’t feel like myself without you.”
“So does this mean you’ll leave with me? We won’t have to hide our relationship.”
“I can’t just drop everything and travel the world with you, Eddie. I have my dreams, too. I can’t go with you.”
“Don’t say that.” He begs, narrowing the gap between your lips.
“I can’t…” You say, weaker this time, eyes fluttering closed as he closes the gap between your lips. He kisses away your tears.
You’re lost in his kiss, wrapping your arms around him when a throat clears forcing you both to jolt apart. There stood Mr. Neds with the extra key card you’d given Eddie.
You were so fucked.
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“I come to your bedroom and your missing. Window’s open. I knew you snuck out at that point. I’ve always had this gut feeling that there was something going on between you and this fully confirms it,” Mr. Neds turns his attention to you. “I warned you the first day that this would happen. I told you that this would be serious shit and yet, unsurprisingly, you sleep with him.”
“Back off. It’s not her fault.” Eddie defends.
“Both of you are to blame! All this time these unfortunate events that keep happening and it was all because you two are secretly dating. A poorly kept secret at that. You both are all over each other. I’ve been in denial but this proves my concerns.”
“Please don’t tell my boss. He’ll pull the article and this will all be over.”
“I won’t tell him anything. I want this exposé out as badly as you. People are loving it so far. But no more secrets. At least not between us. If this is what you both want, I won’t stop you. But it could only ever be in private. This stays here. No one else will know.” Mr. Neds states.
Only he couldn’t be more wrong. This secret will soon go beyond these walls because in about the next 2 days at approximately 12:30 pm on a Tuesday, the whole world will read about the scandalous romance between a rockstar and his journalist.
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Gathering the Pixels Left Behind
Relationship: Valentino/Vox, Valentino & Vox, One-sided Alastor/Vox, RadioSilence
Tags: Soft Valentino, Fluff, Angst, (Emotional) Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Post-Sex, Post-Coital Cuddling, Sharing a Bed
After a wonderful night with Valentino in his arms, Vox can't help but fall asleep in contentment. While Valentino thinks about how much Vox was running himself ragged ever since the Radio Demon's disappearance.
...his dream started off so well...
So imagine Valentino's shock upon seeing the nightmare Vox was having on his screen. And the emotions and vulnerability that came with it.
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"Dreams rarely make sense"
"Yet so, I stayed"
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The post-sex bliss washed over Valentino as he sighed in contentment, smiling softly to himself as he cuddled with the out of sorts tv demon. Still loading up as his fans whirled from the exertion, shoulders lax as Valentino looked him over.
For all the horrid things Valentino is, these times with Vox is the only time he enjoyed the post-sex scene as he waits for his partner to slowly resurface from his brains getting fucked out.
Valentino hummed in contentment as he traced the edges of Vox's physique. Careful not to touch anymore of his erogenous parts. His pale blue skin contrasted nicely with his cyan gills. Broad shoulders thinning to a nice snatchy waist and a soft cute belly.
Vox looked beautiful like this, unchained from his perfect pristine appearance. The nearly ever present smile. The unending scowl from stress. Too riled up and kept taut that Valentino couldn't help but want to unravel what kept him so restrained.
Once upon a time, dear Vox wasn't nearly as controlling with himself and his surroundings.
Though that was a time of transition. A time without much power.
He had always gotten the feeling Vox wanted more than power. More than attention.
Whether or not that shy little boy from before was all an act, he didn't know. All he knew now was how much he clung to control.
And oh, how desperately Valentino wanted Vox to give up control just for him. To finally let go and just be.
These times were just like that. Vox pliant underneath his fingers and caress. Fans whirling in overdrive as that beautiful shade of red graced his screen, his blush beating to the sound of his own heart. Crying out his name as his voice glitched and buffered, reaching a high only he would allow Valentino to see.
(Perhaps that's just a daydream, as surely Vox has used his service once a few times himself.
He wouldn't blame him)
Vox's screen finally flickered back to life. Light dim from the tired bliss as his blurry face stared at Valentino with a soft smile. His fans slowing to a more contented whirl, almost like a purr.
"Wow..." He simply said as he studied Valentino's face with his own eyes. Noting the soft grin he graced him with as his hand rested on Vox's bare chest, in between his dark blue buttons.
"Had a good time, mi amor?" He asked, eyes half-lidded as he stared into his bright blue eyes before slowly trailing down to his relaxed smile.
A flicker of amusement crossed his flushed face. "Yeah... I did" He replied. Before he slowly leaned up, cupping Valentino's chin gently as their mouths softly intertwined.
There was no tongue. No heat. No rush.
As Valentino slowly melted in such gentleness. Their breaths melding into one another as he took in the wonderful scent of ozone and pheromones.
When they parted, Vox had a wonderful grin on his screen. Eyes half-closed with a self-satisfied smile as he asked deeply, "Satisfied?"
Valentino squeaked sweetly in agreement, wrapping all of his arms around Vox. His wings draping over the both of them as they cuddled. "Yes"
Their eyes slowly fell down, closing shut as they basked in each other's presence. Listening to each other's slow breaths and heartbeats before drifting off to sleep.
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Vox dreamed of gentle mornings, slow mornings as he didn't need to rise and shine early to broadcast. Smiling softly to himself as he admired his partner's work. The smell of freshly cooked meat and vegetables permeating through the air with the sweet smell of smoke.
Bright smiles and gentle laughter as they banter. Talking about themself and each other before exchanging kisses. Some soft turning into heated as tongues pressed together and his back meets the counter.
The taste of pheromones and liquor. And blood.
His chin being propped up with gentle fingers as he stared up towards his partner. Content with watching their beautiful smile grow before diving in.
Cane and hooves tapping on the floor before the cool microphone meets his chin. Head heavy but buzzing with delight that he could float off into heaven.
Red smoke. Red suit. Black antennas. Black ears.
The soft and intense gaze.
He melts under.
His heart full of affection as he stared at his lover. Cupping their chin gently as he moved away their hair. Their hand holding his.
"Mi amor"
"My good pal"
Smoke billows as their eyes half-closed. A content smile gracing their lips as they stared at him. Grip tightening.
Before the shadows fade. Disappearing with the wind.
A slow creep of dread clutched his heart as he looked around his surroundings getting darker and darker. The lingering touch becoming cold.
He shivered from the cold. Billions of eyes staring at him unseen in the darkness, judging him.
"Alastor?" His voice called out in the darkness.
"Alastor? Where are you?" Vox called out again, voice wavering in the dead silence. Shaking as he took a blind step.
Static rang in his ears.
In his head.
In his chest.
He ran.
"ALASTOR!!!!!"
He looked around in the darkness in panic. Breath heaving in exhaustion as his fans whirled in overdrive.
"ALASTOR WHERE ARE YOU?!!!!"
He felt the broken lines gathering in his screen as he tried not to tear up. Voice warbling as his throat filled with static.
No no no no no... He couldn't be gone! He coUlDN'T BE GONE!!!! HE COULDN'T BE GONE!!!!!
"ALASTOR!!!! PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!!!!"
Please be alive. Please be alive. Please be aLiVE
He paused upon seeing it.
A trail of red... leading to.... something.....
His screen blacking out as he stares at the striking color.
No.... it couldn't be.....
He follows the red road.
Screen blank as he merely walks.
And walks. And walks. And walks. And walks. And walks and walks and walks and walks and walks and sees
Him.
━━━━━━━━━
Valentino slowly blinks awake as a soft light encompassed the room.
He smiled softly as he stared at his partner's screen. Unsurprised to see a soft domestic scene gracing his screen.
It was blurry, a myriad of colors and pictures. Almost like a watercolor painting that shifted and changed with the wind and way of water.
It was quite surprising seeing his partner dream of something so domestic at first.
He was always such a workaholic. Barely having any time for breaks or even eat a proper meal. Resorting to cans of Volts and bowls of Voot Loops to get through the day. Not stopping by once as he moved from meeting to meeting, appearance to appearance, broadcast to broadcast, and surveillance in just one day.
He closed his eyes, allowing Vox the privacy of his mind. He was just content knowing that Vox was having a good dream. Hell knows he needs it, after all.
Valentino drifted off to sleep yet again until he felt Vox shift in his sleep. Bleary and confused, Valentino peaked out an eye to look at his partner turning in his sleep.
His breaths were uneven. Heaving as he turned his head. His fans whirling in overdrive. Mumbling to himself as streaks of dead pixels started to appear on his face.
Valentino sat up. Eyes wide as a single sob wracked through his voice box. "Al no"
More and more lines gathered at his face as his screen seems to break apart in lines. Valentino tried not to look at the scene behind the dead pixels as he tried to carefully shake Vox awake.
"Vox wake up. Wake up! It's just a dream!" A desperate trill entered his throat as he tries to wake Vox up from his nightmare.
Still he saw the red color that caused his nightmare. Caused the gathering of lines of dead pixels in place of his tears.
A flash of anger struck his heart as he thought about that ugly radio demon. How dare he just up and disappear after hurting him and destroying Vox.
(His antenna still throb in phantom pain)
And now here he is, gathering the pieces Vox foolishly let himself be ripped away by the Radio Demon.
"v-Al.... i'm so sorry......"
His fury disappears as his heart throbs for his partner.
He stops shaking him awake as he carefully held his chin.
Freezing, Vox stopped shaking as he slowly falls limp in his touch.
Relaxing, Val could barely see his face from all the dead pixels. But still he whispers softly, "It's okay, Vox... I'm here. Val is here. It was just a dream"
His thumb rubbed Vox's screen as if he was trying to wipe away his tears. But it did nothing towards the dead pixels still decorating his screen.
A wave went through the pixels as Vox slowly croaked out, "Val...?"
His voice warbled in radiowaves. And Val couldn't help but chuckle, teary-eyed. "Seems like my sleeping beauty finally woke up"
Waves continued to move through his screen as the dead pixels slowly disappear with each one. "Val, I can't see you"
"Pixels, my dear" He informed, slowly lifting his hand from his face to rest it on his shoulder instead as he tried not to breath outloud in relief.
He never likes having to deal with Vox's nightmares...
"Oh..."
His voice sounded out so small. Probably embarrassed to know Valentino saw him like that.
"I'm so sorry"
Valentino huffed in exasperation. "There's nothing to be sorry about, mi amor. I can understand if my flat-faced prince needs to cry sometimes"
Till this day, Valentino was honestly surprised when Vox admitted to him that was how he cried. It warmed his heart that he trusted him as much as it crushed him.
There was so many dead pixels. So many dead pixels within the dead silence of radio and static.
He swears he won't do the same.
(Although Valentino was nothing but unable to keep his word.
At least he stayed. )
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Interdimensional Signal Part 1
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One day, you drop your phone, and although there are no cracks, it refuses to turn back on. You nearly give up when suddenly the screen flickers back to life. After going through it, you find that everything is working surprisingly normal. A few days go by, and while you're adding a new contact to your phone, you notice one that strikes you as odd.
One that definitely wasn't there before.
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Part 1.5
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“Fuck!” You cursed as your phone slipped through your fingers and went skidding cacophonously across the polished concrete floor and straight under the gondola shelf you had been restocking.
You groaned in dismay before dropping to the ground and searching the pitch-black floor for your phone. You couldn’t help but grimace at the dust and cobwebs beneath the shelf, knowing you’d have to stick your hand in there to retrieve your last link to sanity.
Finally, you spotted the old device laying a disheartening distance away from you.
After many grunts and groans at the unpleasant feeling of sticking your arm into the filthy abyss, you managed to get a strong enough grasp of your phone case to fish the damn thing out.
Your whole body shuddered in disgust at the overstimulating feeling of the cobwebs clinging to your skin as you tried desperately to swipe the stubbornly adhesive strings off your body and phone.
Once you were as free from the webs and dust as you could be, you flicked your hands a few more times just to comfort and calm yourself down a little more.
You let out a small, irritated sigh before finally checking your phone for any cracks. After turning the black screen every which way to use the reflection of the overhead lights, you were relieved to find that there were no cracks and went to click the on button to turn it on.
What the fuck?
Your heart sank into your stomach as you continuously jammed your thumb into all the buttons on your phone while said device remained seemingly lifeless.
“No! No! No!” You whispered to yourself before someone clearing their throat behind you shocked you out of your frantic examination.
You whipped your head over your shoulder to find your boss giving you an expectant look before she pointedly glanced down at the phone in your hands with brows raised in annoyance, and you gave her an awkward apologetic smile before pocketing your phone.
She rolled her eyes in halfhearted annoyance before turning and leaving the aisle.
You sighed but forced yourself to forget about your phone until your shift ended.
“AaaAAGH!” You groaned loudly as you flopped down onto your worn out, secondhand couch feeling utterly exhausted after yet another way too long day of work.
You simply laid there with your face buried in the cushions of your sofa before finally remembering your phone. You quickly sat up and dug the machine out of your pocket to inspect it.
You tried turning it on again. And again. And again.
At this point you were about to cry. This had easily been the worst month of your entire eighteen years of life, and you literally could not afford to have your phone of the last three years break on you.
However, right as tears had begun welling up in the corners of your eyes, a miracle happened.
You nearly sobbed in relief as the screen of your phone suddenly turned back on even though you hadn’t pressed the on button, or any button for that matter. Your breath hitched when the screen glitched, but relaxed when it immediately went back to your lock screen as though nothing had happened at all.
You quickly unlocked your seemingly revived device and immediately started checking to make sure everything still worked.
Screen? Check.
Microphone? Check.
Camera? Check.
Speakers? Check.
Apps? Check.
You felt a weight lift off your shoulders and you slumped back down into the couch as it appeared that your precious phone was now perfectly fine.
You didn’t want to test fate by trying to figure out why your phone hadn’t been working or why it suddenly did, and instead accepted that the old device had merely thrown a bit of a temper tantrum at the harsh treatment.
You managed to completely forget about the whole thing and move on with your life.
A few days later, you were once again ordering pizza for dinner from the cheap family-owned pizzeria that you were pretty sure was a money laundering business. However, their pizza was good, and you weren’t a snitch, so you kept your suspicions to yourself.
At this point, you had ordered from them so many times that you decided you’d just go ahead and save their number to your phone rather than search google for it every time.
And that’s when you noticed there was a new contact already in your Recently Added list.
“The fuck?” you whispered aloud as you looked at the contact. You then let out an annoyed sigh as your mind settled on the coworker that always made fun of you for liking anime so much. “Goddamn it, Derek,” you groaned as you figured he must have somehow messed with your phone when you accidentally left it in the break room yesterday.
You then clicked on the contact to delete it but stopped when you noticed something peculiar. The number was glitching.
No matter what you did, you couldn’t see or access the number. Even when you went to edit it, the number remained glitched out and you couldn’t even select it. You also couldn’t delete the contact from your phone.
Okay. There’s no way that asshat is smart enough to hack my phone, you thought to yourself as you stared at the screen questioningly.
After a long internal debate, you decided that if someone had hacked your phone and put a whole contact in that you couldn’t get rid of, then there was honestly no further harm that could be done by texting the number.
Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened in shock. You quickly put both images through a reverse image search, and you were completely frozen when you found nothing looking even remotely similar to them.
After a few minutes of staring dumbly at your phone, you snapped out of it and rushed back to your messenger app.
While his reaction was understandable and honestly very expected, it still hurt that he didn’t even wait to hear you out or at the very least call you stupid before he blocked you. However, there was nothing you could do about it now except hope he came to his senses or took pity on you.
Still, though... you couldn’t help but feel dejection swallow your mind at being silently told to fuck off by one of your favorite characters.
Five whole days went by with no word from Bakugo. You were honestly beginning to think he really wasn’t ever going to unblock you.
That was until your phone dinged in the middle of your shift.
The store was empty, and you had no other tasks to do, so you were allowed to be on your phone for short periods.
When you turned on your screen your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw the notification.
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The Other Miguel (Part 1/2)
characters. Miguel O'Hara (Spiderverse)
content warning. nothing much in this chapter, the next chapter is the nasty one (hint, baby trapping, noncon). Reader has the ability to get pregnant, but its gender neutral, either way, it's implied that spider radiation gave you a hyperfertile hole (so either fpreg or mpreg is able to take place). There's more... Talking about twilight-new-moon type depression, some angst, verbal altercations. There's some puppy love and a light hearted sex scene in here too. That, and the hint of darker intentions. Also you read this and you get to know how much of a nerd inky is about spiderman, there's characters and lore dropped that is very much comic book based.
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Joining the Spider Society was the greatest privilege you had ever been given in your life. You didn’t think they’d ever really accept you, being as new as you were to the position as the friendly neighbourhood spider. Especially when it came with the scrutiny of being the… “Second” one. The next one. The protege. The one mentored for far too short before he died. When Peter died. Freak accident. You were there. You held him as he died.
And that’s when you met him. Among the collapsed building, the strange villain that glitched and spasmed and seemed to throb through the thin strings of reality, still gearing up to attack you. Something seemed to slice through the air next to you, a gash appearing, swirling and malevolent. At least at the time. Then he walked through. Gait predatory and sure, towering over you, where you were sitting in the dust and rubble, with a body in your arms that struggled to draw breath.
“We’ll handle it from here.”
And he did. Miguel liked to handle things his own way. He handled the villain easier than your Peter had. He handled the situation. He handled you. His broad, clawed hand encompassed your entire wrist as he pulled you up onto your feet. Telling you that he’ll contact you later, and congratulating you on the new position. You had a feeling he was being sarcastic.
He left then. You were left behind with a lingering promise that you weren’t alone. You were also left with the body of your mentor. You begged and begged him to hold on, Just a few more minutes. But he couldn’t. Not for you. Fuck, not for the ambulance, not for his fucking girlfriend, what’s-her-face, Betty, and not for the entire fucking city who needed him more than they needed you.
“It was a shock.” Betty had sniffed at the podium, his casket in front of her. “I knew he was private about things but-”
But. But. But. Peter Parker was Spiderman. He had been Spiderman. He was alive. He had been alive. Betty had confided in you that she had begun to think Peter just didn’t like her. Which was dumb. She was like his first proper girlfriend and she was worried that he didn’t like her. She was mulled over breaking up with him and now she was crying because she didn’t know that all that time away, he was fighting for the city. Fucking Betty. Even Jamieson was gruff as he spoke about Peter.
You didn’t get to say anything about him. You didn’t get to walk there and cry for him, like Betty did. Like MJ did. You didn’t get to take a breather and grip the podium, like his Aunt May. You didn’t get to get choked up and stare ahead, like Jonah. Even Eddie Brock was allowed a few soft words, his eyes looking wet and wide.
You didn’t get to walk up there and talk about how Peter found you. He helped you. He compared the spider bite he got with yours. You didn’t get to smile and share stories about how he made you watch the Matrix first before talking about the leap of faith you had to take. When he teased you for your suit design, before squawking like a bird when you found his notebooks of his own first designs.
No. You got to sit at the back, as the little friend Peter made at some sort of function or whatever. Photography, or some sort of hobby class. No one asked. You were just there one day. His little friend. Not the person he saved and spent weekends, nights, lunchtimes with. So, you stood by everyone else as they buried him. You left the third bouquet of flowers on the grave, you were the twelfth person to offer condolences to Aunt May. You were the last to leave. Long after Betty and May, you were still there, sitting at the back, on the bench. Eventually, he came to join you.
Miguel sat down, towering over you even seated.
“It had to be like this.” He eventually said, something heavy in his voice, as if he had any idea.
“Go fuck yourself.” You dragged your sleeve over your face. Not that it did anything. The tear tracks would need to be scrubbed away by bleach. They would have to be dug out of your skin with nails and knives and claws.
He tensed up, as if struggling to not snap at you. Probably doesn’t get a lot of back talk that wasn’t light hearted teasing.
“... I’m sorry.” He tried again.
You wanted to punch him. If he had come earlier, then Peter might still be alive. Then he’d still be here. Taking pictures of himself as you snorted at his elaborate set ups. Ducking Betty’s questions. Going to Aunt May’s every Sunday. Teaching you. Being with you.
Your silence seemed to agitate him. Good.
“I wanted to… Extend an offer to join our group.”
You repeated the earlier request for him to go fuck himself and stood. Rubbed at the tear stains tattooed onto your face at this point and you walked off. He watched you go.
A week later, you were in his dark ass office, being shown around at the different villains and Spider people. You even got another look at the villain that took your Peter from you. Shocker. Fucker. Hell, you knew your own universe’s Herman. Nice guy.
So life went on.
You help out when you can. You saw Miguel. You went home. You cried. You mourned on and on. The hurt never felt like it lifted. You miss your Peter every day. There were others around, other Peter’s, but they weren’t yours. Even when some recognized you as that “sweet kid”, or something like it, in his voice, in Peter’s voice, it did nothing but make tears prick at your eyes. It was fucking unfair. So many Peter’s and none of them yours.
Life went on, and you watched it go. The flowers bloomed without him, the days changed without him, and someone sat next to you in photography class… Without him.
Worst of all, it was him. Your Miguel. No, not yours, but your world’s. Younger. Not as beefy. Leaner. There were no lines curving along his eye, and he was looking at you. Spider Miguel looked at you darkly, as if you were two steps away from pissing him off and he was warning you not to. There was always something glimmering.
Your Miguel’s eyes crinkled as he shot you a smile. Asked if you had a pen he could use. Uttered a soft thank you as you handed one over.
It was nice. Seeing him like this. As if it let you in on a secret, on someone he might have been once upon a time. A light hearted guy that was kinda… Whiny. Instead of becoming tense, with his teeth gritting when you teased him, he’d scrunch his nose and he’d fucking whine at you. He’d say he wasn’t, but the way his tone would shift higher when he wheedled you to knock it off. It was kinda cute. Made you want to ask Lyla if the other Miguel had ever been like that. If he ever had to whine at another Spiderperson for pointing at him or something.
“What’s that smile for?” Your Miguel caught your attention as he idly filled up your kettle.
“Hm?”
“That smile. I feel like you’re making fun of me in your head.” He eyed the jar of coffee you bought especially for him.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m making fun of your pretentious ass coffee.”
“Not pretentious.” Miguel eyes you darkly, but there’s something light in them. Of course, there was also that whine tilting at the end of the sentence. Cute.
“So pretentious.”
“Is not.”
You smiled at him.
“There you go. Making fun of me in your head again.” He muttered.
You kinda wanted to fuck him. You’d wonder if he’d whine as much in bed as he did staring at your cabinet, with your ensemble of hot drink sachets and bags.
You shook your head, the back of your neck feeling hot. Don’t be gross, you chided yourself, this was Miguel. A Miguel. You knew two. Sleeping with one will make you look at the other all weird. What if your Miguel fucked really badly and then you’d quietly think about how the other Miguel is a two pump chump through every damn meeting. Worse, if he fucked really good. How were you supposed to concentrate if you knew your gut that he could make you cum three times in a night.
Glancing up, you caught your Miguel looking at you over the rim of his coffee cup, dark eyes glinting. His lips quirked when you noticed him. As if he knew what you were thinking. Which, of course, he didn’t, at least not all of what you were thinking. No, that would blow his entire fucking brain up.
His bottom lip cushioned the rim of his cup as he took another sip. His eyes glimmered. Yeah. He at least knew you were thinking about fucking him. At least half as much as he was thinking about fucking you.
Well, according to the buzzing coming from your back pocket, that would have to wait.
“Alright. I’ve got to get this. Pour your pretentious coffee into a to-go cup and get out.” You shot him a grin and his dark eyes turned brighter.
“Oh fuck you.”
He wished. Then you wished. God, you wished you stayed behind for a fuck as the other Miguel ground you into the dirt beneath his heel. Not literally, but Christ, that man could wear down a boulder into a pebble.
Other Miguel always seemed to take particular issue with you. Fuck, maybe his idea of getting you to join this damn team finally bit him in the ass. His ambivalence at first might have been ground into flat out dislike, except he did more or less talk to everyone the same way. He just seemed especially short with you at times.
You did have sympathy for the guy. Overworked, probably underpaid, but then again, that would be him shooting himself in the foot. He ran the entire thing, didn’t he? Underpaid himself… Did you even get paid with this job? How much did you make an hour-
“Are you even listening to me?” Hot breath washed over your ear as Miguel leaned down to growl to you.
You froze up a bit, real… Well, not deer, but a shitting rat in the driveway as the car reverses… In the tail lights. Yeah, shitting rat in the tail lights. Less dignified than a deer.
“Yeah. Sure. Sorry. Yeah.” You tilted your head at him, given he wouldn’t be able see the placating grin you shot him.
“Then what did I just say?” He folded his arms and cocked his hip to the side.
“Something something, don’t fuck up again or I’ll kick your ass?”
Miguel took a moment to stare at you with that inscrutable mask but apparently you were more or less on the mark. You already knew what he was going to say the moment you fumbled your attack and instead went tumbling ass over heels to the side. Miguel was forced to divert from his path to grab you at the last moment. Hell, his entire hand could just grab your waist and actually keep a hold of you. Fling you like a ragdoll into the air after a beat of a second, with him towering over you, chest heaving as he stares down at you. Just a second, he was close, and protecting you, and holding you firm, like the first time he did when you met him. Then he threw you. He knew you would easily swing to safety, but still.
Your hip tingled where his broad, clawed hand had held you tight. Like a brand seared into your skin. You cocked your hip a bit, as if trying to throw off the feeling of his hand, and his angular spider mask eyes seemed to follow the movement. Or he could be looking at the mess around you. Rubble and collapsed building, with the dimension breaking villain, a Goblin maybe, tied up to the side.
“Could have been hurt.” Miguel muttered, sounding gruff.
“You mean someone else could have been hurt. A civilian could have been squashed into an innocent-life-pancake.”
“No.” He snapped, his broad shoulders tensing up further. You could see the fine line of his muscles through the suit. “You.”
The word hung in the air, just like the day you two first met, and the dust hung in the air, suspended in time. You bloodied, Peter wheezing at your feet, and Miguel watching. The moment broke a second later, but the memory was imprinted in your mind. You could taste that moment in the air, now.
“You.” Miguel repeated.
You understood. One Spiderman died on his watch, and he was going to make sure he didn’t have his protege’s death on his conscience too. It was already littered with graves. Tightly packed graveyards had the tendency to flood when it rained. You doubted he would enjoy the bones drifting down his stream of thought while he was busy.
“... He…” You tried, feeling the words get caught up in your throat, as if cobwebs tied your vocal chords together. “It wasn’t your fault he-”
“I know.” Miguel snapped at you, suddenly back in your face, fanged teeth bared like an animal. “I didn’t fail Peter.”
His emphasis on the “I” gave you pause. As if he was not the person in the equation to blame.
“... You think I-”
“I don’t think. I don’t think anything of you.” He folded his arms. The words tumbled from his lips, as if he couldn’t wait to get them out, but his eyes blinked as if he was bewildered.
A part of you hoped he misspoke, that he just meant he didn’t think you were to blame for the situation, but his immediate response, that he didn’t…. Well. It wasn’t like you two were friends. Mentor and student, even if you had started to crave that with him. That leadership that your Peter gave you. No, it was stupid of you to look for the friendship you had with your Miguel, with the other one. The other one that let your Peter die.
“... Great. Thanks.” You turned away and dusted the dirt off your suit, shoulders hunched.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He huffed, shifting his weight as he cocked his hip so the side again. “I’m not to blame for him dying. He was injured when I got there. You, however-”
“Yeah. Me. I let him die. I hear you.” You hated that your voice sounded brittle. Tight, like you were about to cry.
“You-”
“I know!” You finally snapped, your throat getting tighter. “Fucking hell, I get it.”
Miguel’s shoulders tensed. You kicked a piece of rubble and fiddled with your watch.
“Let’s just ditch this conversation while we can.” You eventually mumbled.
“Don’t you dare walk off while I’m talking to you.” Miguel snarled, the rest of his body tensing up.
You ignored him, as the blinding orange and red lights of the portal slashed through the air next to you, opening up the way back to your own dimension. He took another step towards you, his hand reaching up to slip a thumb underneath his mask. You couldn’t argue with him, not with your Miguel’s face looking at you, tired and aged.
“Pretty disrespectful.” Goblin agreed, somewhat muffled.
You started, having completely forgotten your surroundings, and the Green Goblin tied up, snug and tight off to the side. Miguel was just as startled and ripped his hand away from his own mask. With his attention back on the villain, he turned away from you and you slipped away. Back home.
Empty apartment. No Peter. Just you. You and your phone buzzing with a message, a simple request to come over. Not so alone maybe.
“-you.”
“Huh?”
“... C’mon, don’t make me repeat it.” Your Miguel scowled at you. You’d think he was pissed, if not for the darkening blush dusting his cheekbones. You felt kinda bad, having zoned out while he was talking, the other Miguel’s vast back tense in your mind’s eye. Your Miguel cleared his throat a bit, and shifted on the sofa seat next to you, this time turning to look at you head on.
There was a beat of silence. He sighed.
“Mierda.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “I like you. There. Get to bare my soul twice now.”
You blinked.
“Like friends?”
“I’m going to leave.” Miguel grumbled, the tips of his ears a deep red at this point. He started to get up but you grabbed the sleeve of his grey jacket.
“Miguel, wait…” You tried to calm your suddenly racing thoughts, flitting between how much you wanted to tell Miguel that you felt the same, and about the ethics of the situation, that this was an alternate universe version of a man that was your boss and didn’t seem to like you.
What the fuck would you do? If you found out that other Miguel had found a different universe’s you and started going out with them? How would you feel? Not that your feelings could ever match Miguel’s, you could barely even understand HIM most of the time.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment, fingers curling into his soft sleeve. Miguel watched you, getting a bit antsy. You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the simmering look that entered his eyes, and he started to lean into you. It was like you blinked and suddenly he was face to face with you, his nose gently bumping against yours as his dark eyes looked into yours. You don’t even know what he saw in your expression that gave him the courage. A matching look of barely controlled heat? A somewhat doe eyed blink up at him? Or your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his hand dragged along the back of the sofa, just so his finger tips could skim yours?
It didn’t matter. Whatever he saw gave him courage, and barely a second could pass before he leaned in fully, his hand coming up to cup your chin. His fingers were smooth, warm against your skin, gently dragging his thumb over the edge of your jaw.
It was nice. It was good. It was an innocent kiss, his lips warm and soft against yours. You could feel his breath tickle your cheek as he angled for a deeper kiss. So sweet. It made you remember back to kisses with high school boyfriends, chaste and eager. You sighed into it softly and Miguel leaned in further, a hand slipping to graze his fingers over your knee.
After a few more blissful seconds you both parted, Miguel’s ears a dark red, but now there was a triumphant glint in his eye as he looked over you, like a hunter casting his eye over his freshly snagged prey. And you? You made your choice.
“Hey, Miguel?”
“Yeah?”
“I might just like you too.”
Miguel’s shaky exhale of breath came so fast it almost sounded like a moan. His fingers against your face lost their soft grip, instead cupping your jaw with intent as he leaned back in.
This kiss was not as sweet and innocent as the first one. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, just to drag greedily over your front teeth. The fingers skimming your knee stopped their idly skating, and instead began to firmly squeeze your upper thigh. You were foolish to believe that your Miguel wasn’t as suffocating in his presence as the other Miguel. The way he greedily pushed against you, his hand abandoning your face to press against the sofa back behind you, chest to chest… He encompassed you. As his teeth teased your bottom lip, biting into it gently and tugging, you could finally see how he could become the man you knew, the Spiderman with the fangs of a beast, and the clawed hands of a predator. It was always lurking, in the way he appraised you, and in the way he was currently tugging at your shirt, a poacher skinning the elusive creature he had spent months stalking from the brush.
The lines between your Miguel, the soft eyed, gentle man you had met in a class, and the other one, the one with a beast crawling underneath the suit of a hero and the skin of a man, were blurring. Your Miguel was just a few steps away from becoming just like the version that saved your life.
If your Miguel noticed how hazy you were getting, he said nothing, but the curve of his smile said it all. His ministrations were going straight to your head, as his lips kissed from yours, down your throat, to focus on making marks against your skin.
His lithe hands dragged over your freshly bared skin, thumb lightly ghosting over your nipple before pressing down on it and rolling the sensitive tissue between two of his fingers. He was skilled, his hands experienced, and his tongue devilish as it tasted the skin that he pinched between his teeth. You didn’t even notice that you were practically malleable in his grasp, your own fingers simply gripping his jacket, head tilted back as your breath came too quickly. You didn’t care, you needed this. You needed to just lay back and let him have his way. Every day you forced yourself to move, to work, to think, and your Miguel seemed more than okay with taking charge over you.
You didn’t object when he pushed you down on the couch, towering over you as he roughly tugged his own jacket and shirt off, to be thrown and forgotten on the floor.
“You’ve got a really pretty pair.” Miguel said, almost conversational, as he dragged a hand over your chest, thumb flicking your nipple before dropping a kiss to your sternum.
“Well, so do you.” You lightly teased back, reaching out to smack his own pair of tits, but he grabbed your wrist, instead pressing your fingers against his mouth, dark eyes trained on yours over them.
With one hand dragging over your stomach slowly, as if he was stroking over a pet’s belly, he parted his lips to taste your fingers against his tongue, dragging the hot muscle over the length of your digits. His teeth gently grazed the tips. He was also greedily undoing the buttons to your trousers, able to yank the garment down, trapping your thighs together, with just one hand.
He pressed another open mouthed kiss to your fingers before dropping your hand in favour of restoring his full attention to your trousers. To be fair, you could return the favour. The fucking monster already tenting in his trousers was a sight to behold. There was a small dark patch at the tip. Your stomach flipped when you realised it was precum. This man was desperate to fuck you. He hid it too well, the way he had hungered, but his body was unable to lie in this moment. The way he shifted, the way his lips were slightly parted, the way his tongue dragged over his bottom teeth as he finally got your trousers off and tossed them to the side. Miguel didn’t even seem aware of the rush of breath that escaped him at the sight of your underwear, using one big hand to palm at your crotch greedily, yet almost clumsily.
He moved to peel down your undergarments, but you slipped your leg up from between his thighs and firmly pressed your foot against his chest.
“Not so fast.” You teased, but the way his dark eyes shot up to yours, flashing with something fiery, made your throat dry.
Just like the other Miguel. Didn’t like being interrupted in his mission. Almost made you smile.
“Your trousers shouldn’t be on right now.” You swallowed and finally continued, shooting him a shaky grin.
Miguel’s eyes softened again and he snorted, rolling his eyes. He dragged his palms over your hip bones again before straightening up and beginning to undo his belt.
“Such a little pervert.” He murmured, a lopsided grin tilting at his lips.
“Hey, just trying to level the playing field.” You quipped back, but you couldn't deny that your eyes were hungering for the sight of your Miguel, completely bare, just for you.
He deigned to ignore you as he finally wrestled his belt off and glanced around for a bare piece of floor, not yet littered with clothes. He stuck his tongue out a bit as he tossed the offending garment, and managed for it to snag onto the front door handle for only a second before dropping down.
“Missed.” You smirked.
“Didn’t. The door handle fumbled the catch.” Miguel eyed the item before continuing to unbutton his trousers.
“Still counts as a miss I think.”
“It fucking does not.”
“Does t-” Your teasing died on your tongue as he yanked his trousers down to his thighs.
Of course the man didn’t wear underwear. Obviously threw the entire idea of boxers out the window when he made up his mind that today was the day he was going to confess to you. His foresight was better than the other Miguel’s damn hindsight.
It was unfair how fucking perfect his cock was. Precum slipping down, riding along the veins down to his swollen balls. The head of his cock dark, almost painful looking. It twitched a bit as your knee brushed past the tip, bobbing a bit as Miguel gave up on trying to get his trousers fully off without moving from his knelt position on the sofa. Resigning himself to his own trapped thighs, he playfully swatted your foot away from his chest and went back to peeling down your underwear.
Despite not being pressed against his skin anymore, you could still feel his breath hitch in his chest.
“Pretty.” He dragged his hand against your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Real pretty.”
His thumb greedily stroked along the hot skin, enjoying how you squirmed and sighed as you drifted over the sensitive flesh before arriving at your hole. Just dragging his finger over it had you squirming. But his intense attention on you, vulnerable and open to him, had a thought squirm into your head and burrow down.
“Hey, Miguel?” You caught his attention again, his soft eyes meeting yours. “... Do you have a condom?”
Some Spiders became infertile from the radiation poisoning. Others got hyperfertile. One guy laid eggs. You really didn’t want to find out in which category you fell into, not right now.
His thick eyebrows rose a bit, before twitching.
“Yeah, sure.” He fussed with his trapped trousers, pulling his wallet out and digging around just to toss a length of wrapped condoms down onto your stomach.
“Wow.” You snorted softly.
“What?”
“You were THAT sure you were going to get lucky after confessing your crush?” You grinned at him, idly picking them up and dangling them.
“Oh, shut up. I always have them in there.” Miguel rolled his eyes and used the moment to finally kick his trousers all the way off before getting back into position and swiping them from you.
“You ALWAYS have them with you?” You teasingly pressed your foot against his broad chest again, idly dragging it down to his stomach before counting each individually wrapped condom. “What, you walk around, hoping to get to fuck nine times?”
Miguel neatly grabbed your ankle, pulling you down more to rest it on his shoulder, dragging his fingers along your shin. Nefarious glint in his eyes.
“Why are you asking? Jealous?”
The accusation had you flushing, your cheeks heating up immediately as he sneered in triumph, pressing a kiss to your ankle.
“Shut up.” You grumbled and Miguel gave a husky laugh in response.
He considered the matter settled, using his teeth to rip open the foil to one of the condoms. With a low breath, he rolled the material down, over his cock, to the base before tossing the foil, letting it flutter down, onto your shirt. Miguel tossed the rest to the side, in easy reach for when there was inevitably a round two, and shot you another teasing smirk.
“Happy?”
“On Cloud 9. Not even God could strike me down now.”
Miguel rolled his eyes and grabbed your other ankle to place it on his shoulder, pressing down a bit as if to make sure you won’t shift it away.
“Perfect. Now, let me prep you before God waltzes in through the front door and punishes you for safe sex.” You managed a snort before he grabbed your waist and dragged you against him properly, so your ankles were shifted down his back and your knees rested on his shoulders.
With you closer, Miguel got to wind his arms around your middle and hoisted your entire body up, so your back was no longer touching the sofa, and you could feel his hot breath rushing over your sensitive hole. You couldn’t even take a moment to swear, when his tongue was on you.
The feeling of his hot, wet muscle dragging over you shocked your system. It had been so long since you slept with someone, meaningful relationship or one night stand, it didn’t matter. You had been wrapped up in your own personal cloud of sadness, you couldn’t even think of sex. So long without a warm body next to you, and now Miguel’s scorching one was hunched over you, his tongue lapping hungrily over your hole before pressing the tip inside, just enough to make you gasp and arch your back.
“A-Ah, fuck!” You hissed out between your teeth, arching your back as he lapped at your hole, dipping the tip in every now and then.
“Relax.” He murmured against you, one of his hands pressing on your stomach, manoeuvring you properly, making sure you couldn’t even dream of wriggling away from him. “Relax for me. Can’t fuck you if you won’t fucking relax.”
Miguel’s tongue was brutal. Tasting you, wriggling deeper inside of you, one hand on your stomach, squeezing the flesh with the other one groping at your chest. Using his nail to press down on a nipple before using the pad of his thumb to ease the sting of his pinch. He kept swapping his hands, always needing one hand on your chest and the other on your stomach. Lavishing them with attention and relishing the feeling of soft flesh at his mercy. But there was only so much a hot blooded man like him could take, with his cock straining and precum smearing against your back.
Giving your glistening hole one last kiss, he slowly lowered you so your back was flat against the couch again. Miguel took a moment to drink you in fully, a fine sheen of sweat cascading down your body, your hole spread and ready, and most delectably, the blissed out look on your face.
Cute. As if you had no idea what was coming, what he was dying to do to you. Like this was the highest level of pleasure he was going to bring you to tonight. Miguel leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach before shifting his weight. The cute gasp you made when he nudged his wrapped cockhead against your hole nearly killed him.
Leaning down, his broad hand slipped around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft kiss, turned sharp with his teeth hungrily biting down on your bottom lip, tasting your tongue, your flesh. With your tongue trapped between his teeth, he slowly pressed his cockhead in, pressing close to swallow down any whines you made. The push inside was slow and methodical, drinking in the feeling of your tight, warm hole around his throbbing cock. He had spent too much time thinking about this moment, so much time with his hand cupping his balls, and his tongue trapped between his teeth as he scrolled through your pictures. It was biting him in the ass now, the feeling of his balls aching so badly that he felt like he was about to burst. Miguel refused to fucking cum when he just bottomed out inside of you, like some virgin.
He stayed inside of you, nibbling and sucking at your lips gently, both desperately buying enough time not to fucking cum at the first thrust, but also drinking in the feeling of getting to taste you like this. Everything he had dreamed of, and more.
“I think…” You murmured after a moment, Miguel’s kisses trailing down your jaw. “I think we might have to use all nine of those condoms.”
You felt him snicker against your skin and he slowly pulled out, waiting just a moment before slamming back inside of you, deep enough for you to arch your back.
“Feeling that ambitious?” He murmured, before dragging his tongue up, over your pulse point. “Might regret that. Gonna be the fucking sorest in the world after all that.”
“So cocky.”
“I aim to hit the expectations I set for you.”
The second sorest person in the world, well, in a world, was second Miguel. Worse, it was an emotional soreness. His body ached from the fight and chest ached from the one that followed just a few minutes after, between you and him. It shouldn’t. He had worse spats just talking with Lyla. But ever since he… He witnessed your Peter’s death, watching you try to get back from it, just… Everything. He’s had… Not exactly a soft spot, for you. More like… Sore spot. Yeah, that worked. Every time he saw you, it twinged. There was an ache, thrumming underneath his suit, bruising his skin. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, right there, between his ribs, as he breathed in. It hurt every time he inhaled around you. It hurt worse when he wasn’t around you.
And now, today’s fuck up? It itched. It burned, and no amount of distracted rubbing against his covered chest with his palm eased the feeling. It plagued him. So much so that a few hours into the night, he had enough. Kicked his sheets off and hunting for his boxers to slip on. He should be sleeping, but Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the words you two shared that day. It was the middle of the night over in your dimension, he could slip over, take your annoyed berating at his entrance in the middle of the night, apologise… Then leave again. Some part of him wondered if you’d ask him to stay, to share a cup of something warm at your table, to properly talk, get everything out. It’d be nice. He wasn’t that close to anyone, and maybe… Maybe it would be something of a balm for his sore spot. Something to alleviate the pain and maybe one day it wouldn’t twinge with regret anymore.
A rare smile flickered on his lips as he pulled on his jacket. Yeah, no downsides. Except… If you had someone over? His fingers stopped skimming over his watch at the thought. No, you wouldn’t… Would you? Nah. You didn’t seem too interested in connecting to other people in that way, which Miguel could relate to. With a shake of his head, he vanquished those pesky thoughts. No, he was just trying to look for a reason not to go to you.
He wasn’t a coward… Though, perhaps, he should knock on your front door, instead of appearing in your living room. Just in case. What could go wrong?
#nsft#quincewrites#atsv#miguel o hara#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#second part should be up later#but first finish this comm hopefilly
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Masterlist
It all starts with his dark habsuit, no light on his own personal space before he enters and notices that, yes, there is indeed one, the one of your datapad, a new datapad, one that was supposed to be a surprise.
His shout of surprise and rightful mild anger makes you look back, trying to hide the new object with your body even when it is futile, he just saw you, what kind of excuse will you make now?
"That was supposed to be a gift!" his finger accused you while he looked how you rolled to the side, obviously trying to get away, "stop right there, little bean!", Oh, he is using nicknames, corny and old as fuck ones but his last encounter with humans back on earth was way before you were born, he isn't that mad then, it puts an stop to your escape before flashing him with a smile.
"Sorry, couldn't believe it, I thought you forgot again" he makes an exaggerated sound with his cooling vents, like a gasp, his back strut is a perfect 90 grades and it's obvious he remembers the mortification he suffered the last stellar cycle when you presented him a great collection of new human music, not that his taste in music was bad, more like all the bots aboard listened to very old songs that were still hits they were also way too old.
"What an offense" his body moves on top of the berth, servos and stabilizers applying pressure to the new, warm and soft mattress, keeping him above your resting place that looks so comforting, "you wound me if you think I would forget about it", I'll never forget again is what he wants to tell you, and maybe you know it in how your lips give a little peck on his face plate, leaving him speechless before returning to his cool persona, "so where is my gift?".
"Still not here till tomorrow", the mattress moves when you jump in it, Rodimus makes an overly exaggerated sound that could be similar to a child cry, crocodile tears, "or we could go travel", that part makes him light the entire room with a smile.
"I like that idea, if we weren't traveling around as it is", you look at him, not exactly with bedroom eyes, but seeing you sprawled on the soft bed, smiling like that with your gift in hands, is quite tempting enough and makes him feel giddy even when he is supposed to be mad since you spoiled your own gift, your legs trash around a bit and you pat the side next to you repetitively, "What is it?", there is a playfulness on his voice, and you answer with your own.
"You should rest, with me", now your whole body is against the fabric of the mattress, it's tempting, way too tempting, but he knows Magnus will give him a terrible speech about responsibility if he doesn't end his work now, of course you don't know about the pile of datapads back on his desk or you wouldn't invite him to cuddle.
And, damn, he wants to cuddle right now.
"I don't need to rest now, I'm not tired", he brushes off the notification that appears internally, systems telling him to recharge after two whole cycles of work, he'll never admit it but this was his fault, he was supposed to clear his schedule but the crew really needed this equipment and that high grade and it's just- it's difficult to multitask, okay? And he wants to be a free bot tomorrow to spend it with his conjunx endurae wholeheartedly even when you look worried, "I'll be fine".
As if that would stop you from caring for him, to this point he should have known better.
"Hm, but, Roddy, I'll be so lonely without you", ah, ah-no, hell no, you're doing this again, acting cute and everything, what's wrong with humans and their inhumane (ironically) ways of obtaining what they want from sincere and unprotected bots like him?! Worst of it is how you'll have the nerve to be mad if he babies you later! But if he doesn't take the chance now you'll act as if it never happened! So unfair! You notice his internal fight, of course you do but your merciless attack doesn't stop even when he puts his servo up, silently asking you to stop because his vox will glitch if he uses it now, nevertheless you are a bloody human that uses every deadly charm you can get, just like when you open you arms slightly along with flexing your legs, totally tempting in another level because you know this is doing things to him, "come curl in my arms so I can feel whole again"
OH-kay! This is it, he can see the notification of his system about to activate the gears to open his interface panel and the sound of his vents about to die from overuse, but he is a hard bot, he'll no crack by such an attack.
And you, little devil, who knows he is weak to you acting like- like-, "what? Are you trying to seduce me into healthy recharge patterns?" He is close to the door, if he gets to get out then this conversation can, hopefully, continue later, just a few steps more-
But no, it's almost funny how you get to read him and his actions so well, getting up and leaving the new datapad in what you call nightstand, just to take your blanket, the blanket; he could've run away when you did your little detour but he couldn't rip his optics away from your bare legs, the pijama shorts doing a good job in catching his attention, you may call him crazy but he is sure you use those in purpose, worst of it all? He loves those shorts, and he loves that blanket, is the one you use to sleep on him after cuddling or after marital duties (ones he accomplishes like a champ), and he knows that you know, the closed smile on your little face is prove enough, "why? Is it working?"
Rodimus is weak, he has always been weak when it comes to you, so he isn't surprised when hours later he is laying on the mattress, system rebooting back to consciousness, at least his body returned back from the mass displacement with it, the dreamy bliss of the aftermath accompanied with your gentle strokes on his neck cables make his pedes move by the overstimulation, and you know it, he hears your giggles when a moan comes out of his vox again by the right movement of your hands over his energon lines, suddenly your teasing movements stop after giving a kiss to his neck armor, his audial receptor can hear how the fabric moves as you put your clothes back on, climbing your way to his chest armor with your blanket in hand.
The soft hum of his ventilation system slows down, holding your body to his chassis, just were he can see you before and after recharge, "Happy anniversary", you say it almost as saying good night when the digital clock turns to midnight, you give a little kiss over the armor before dripping off to sleep with the blanket around you.
Rodimus just stays there, not moving, basking in this moment, remember the sensation of your body weight over him, knowing that once he closes his optics the simulation of the golden disk will end, yellow digits reach out to your now sleeping form, trying to touch your hair, your skin, or just feel the warmth of your body but they just go forward, the hologram can't retain it's form and he sees how it starts to fail.
"Yeah, happy anniversary", that's his voice but he hasn't activated his vox to say them, it's all a memory, a video of that night, one he has been indulging the past cycles, the simulation ends because this is the exact moment he entered recharge.
When it ends he is still on his habsuit, the one you two shared, the mattress is long gone because he couldn't look at it, he can't look at anything that was once yours without painting his grieving marks under his optics again, it was better than doing something more stupid or dangerous, he has already been doing stupid things for all this time.
He needs to keep going, he must, and to do so he is supposed to accept his lost, say: "Happy anniversary" to the nothingness even when this is the hardest date for him, memories of happiness that drag him down, memories of the second anniversary of your conjunx ritus, it's hard to believe you were here to celebrate with him your 14th anniversary when he is here right now, this was supposed to be the 15th, a total stellar cycle since he lost you.
And he still needs to keep moving forward.
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Inspired by @lost-light-incorrect-quotes and this piece of work, it may be short but damn, those little and centered words give me some ideas that go wild quickly and sadder by the second because I like to cry over these things, it's good for the soul.
Accompany this one with VØX x Narvent song of the same name and you have this mess of mine.
#reader insert#x reader#angst#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#transformers#transformers idw#tf rodimus#rodimus x reader#transformers x human reader
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Tecnical boy(smut)
DISCLAIMER:
CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE
STORY (for the most part IS NOT MINE)
CHARACTER CREDS TO AMERICAN GODS
(Spoilers)
6300 words
YES THERE IS SMUT !!!CONTENT WARNING!!!
(Blood mentions (but not during the smut))
- male and female
-switchy but M dom
-spanking
-edging
-breeding
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The drive was quiet but not uncomfortably so, shadow moon and I had always gotten along great, he enjoyed my passive aggressive humor and he was a good friend.
Once we arrived at her apartment we discovered the place in shambles the door locks had been drilled into and her belongings were scattered and blood splattered the walls.
Shadow walked ahead of me looking around the room before he let out a scoff, "you have got to be kidding me."
I walk over to him to see technical boy on the ground frantically trying to clean the blood off of him. He seems scared, confused, skittish.
Before Shadow had gotten to deep in the realm of gods they had met. It had really messed him up, for weeks he'd wake up mumbling and gasping for air after the encounter. He never shared to much but he made it clear that he would remember it for a long time.
"What did you do to her" he walked towards the younger man slowly, menacingly. Something about him seemed different, off. The kind nature seemed to have left him leaving a predator who just spotted it's prey.
"Nothing. I am here because of what that bitch did to me" he spat.
Shadow Moon picked up the boy and threw him at the wall. "I don't believe you"
I heard a buzzing to the right of me, I turn to see a phone on the ground.
Technical boy looks up at me and Shadow Moon grabs him by his shirt. "Wait wait wait wait" he says panic thick in his voice as he gets thrown against a wall.
The boy glitches and shakes in fear as Shadow Moon stalks over causing him to cower into the corner.
"What the hell his wrong with you?" Shadow moon backs off.
Technical boy rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stammers to his feet. "I told you, Beliquis fucked me up. I need her to unfuck whatever it is she did to me" he said weakly.
Shadow moon stepped towards him causing Technical boy to shoot his hands up flailing them, "ok ok ok! Stop it! I think I might have figured it out what went down here. I can show you if you give me the phone"
"So talk, fast" he nodded to me to give it to him.
"The last person Biliquis hooked up with here was Bill Sanders ... the Bill Sanders" he said weakly waving his hand at the tv.
The tv turned on showing a black van pulling up and a dozen men spilling out. "Turns out she sucked up one of the most powerful men in the US and his people want him back."
"Well shit" Shadow moon let out a heavy sigh glancing over to me. "Alright give the phone back"
The boy held up his hand the phone dissolving into his skin in the form of pixels.
Shadow backhanded him in the stomach sending him lurching over and crying out in pain. "I told you I need her help. I am coming with you"
"You fucking dipshit. whatever she did to you you probably deserved it. We will find her." He says gesturing to me.
We began to walk out before we heard a technical whirring coming from the boy. I turn to see him, his head tilted back his mouth wide open. A woman's voice could be heard.
"17 unread messages, first message;
Hey dad I know you are getting my messages, everything okay? Call me please"
The boy groaned and growled stumbling onto the bar covering his ears. "Alexandra Sanders, his eldest daughter assistant professor at Columbia according to his contacts, now, she has left 10 voice mails, each more desperate than the last." The man winced in pain as his face distorted briefly.
"If Sanders had security detail so did the heirs that sprang from his loins. We lean on one of his daughters body men? They'll give us Biliquis" Shadow said surly.
Technical boy applauded, a sarcastic smile on his face, "gold star for Nancy drew"
Shadow Moon grabbed his head and slammed it into the bar.
"That's for lynching me peckerwood"
"I already apologized for that."
"Apology not accepted. Not now, not ever"
-
Shadow moon and I had to team up with technical boy because we had a common interest: finding Biliquis.
He had a feeling she needed help and i figured he could use all the help he can get.
The three of us stood over the middle aged man bound in the alley.
"Great, great, a brick! And no bars. Whatever we are looking for you won't find it in that." Technical boy flailed the aged bit of tech in the air.
"We like our phones empty and dumb, like you 3 idiots" the man had a smug grin on his face.
"Where is she?" Shadow moon said.
The phone began to ring, technical boy glanced at the screen and answers it hesitantly.
"Hello?"
The boy scoffed and hands the phone to shadow, "it's for you " he hands the phone to Shadow.
"It's a secure line" the man says in disbelief.
"Well apparently not dickhead" he smiles at him,
"Now shut the fuck up"
"Hello?... yeah?" Shadow rolls his eyes and walks a few feet away talking quietly.
Technical boy looks me up and down shifting his stance. "How do you know shadow?"
"How do you?" I said smugly.
Technical boy shivered and shook his head, "it's not important"
"Okay"
"Why don't you like me?"
"What have you done for me to like you?" I turn to him arms crossed.
The boy glitches slightly, "well" he stammers.
Shadow moon walks back over, "look there is no reason for this to turn adversarial. So just give us the location of where she is being held, you get to go about your business."
"Who are you guys?"
"Okay here is the deal, shithead. You are going to tell us what we need to know, or we are going to peel your fucking skin off with fucking kerosene. You dig? " Technical boy whisper yells.
"Kerosene? Seriously?" The man asks bored.
Shadow moon yanks the boy back. "I'm gonna need you to dial it back to about a 2. I'll handle this"
Shadow holds technical boy by the neck talking him back over to the man.
"You really have no idea who you are dealing with. You ever hear the alien agenda? No? Cause you are so far out of your league, you don't even know what game your playing."
Shadow elbows Technical boy hard in the head sending it flying back dripping pixels earning whimpers and glitches from the boy.
The boy whines uncomfortably shaking himself back together.
"You better start talking or you're gonna see some shit that you really can't unsee"
"What's that stuff spraying out of his head?" The man said his voice panicky.
"You know what? Give him a taste" shadow moon steps back from Technical boy pulling me back with him.
The mans gaze shifted between all of us his eyes wide and full of fear.
Technical boy twitched, a whirring noice coming from within him, the boy yelled a disturbing cry a surge of color and pixels irrupted from his mouth coating his body.
The man began to fall back before shadow moon grabbed his head and held it forcing him to watch.
Technical boy looked like he just stepped out of an old school video game, the colors and pixels danced across his skin like the northern lights. I was in awe but did my best to hide it. I had never seen something more beautiful.
"Ever been probed Mark? You know grabbed up by the greys, tall whites, you never remember a thing... but.. his kind.."
Technical boy made a loud distorted growl.
"Yeah. The shit you never forget... no matter how hard you try"
"We"ll start with the reproductive system" technical boy said eerily creeping his way over to the man. The pixels sunk back into his skin leaving him looking human again.
"No no no! Wait, wait, wait, wait! She's in Hoboken! She's being held um ... in the beholding behind the lumber supply.
"Let's go." Shadow moon said patting the man on the back.
-
I was in the store paying for gas and picking up some drinks from a cooler when technical boy came up beside me.
"Why are you still hanging around him?"
"He is my friend" I say nonchalant deciding on a drink.
"Well Mr World could be a friend too, I'm sure he would be happy to have you in our ranks"
"I bet but let's set something straight shall we" I say slamming the door to the cooler. "I will never join him, or you, and I just so happen to find you and your boss corny as fuck. The only reason I am even associating with you right now is because we need your help to rescue Beliquis."
Technical boy raised an eyebrow, his nose and lip twitching. "If I was operating at full capacity you wouldn't be saying those things" he said through his teeth.
"Oh I wouldn't, Because you know me so well. You aren't scary kid you can surge and glitch all ya want but you couldn't and can't do shit to me"
The man surged dodging out of sight from the cashier, "I hate you"
I smiled at him and went to go pay for our snacks, I peer out the window to see shadow moon on the phone, he seemed upset.
I made my way out of the store bags in hand Technical boy close behind, "what's up?"
Shadow sighed, "my father, something is wrong with him."
"Shit. Do you want to head back?" I set the bags in the back seat.
"No!" Technical boy blurted. "I need her to undo whatever she did to me!"
"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm not going back, not yet" he said smacking technical boy hard on the back. "Get in"
We drove for a few more hours, the compound was still about 12 hours away and none of us were in a position to safely drive the car so we decided to stop at an inn and rest up for a bit.
We had to share a room but luckily there were 2 beds. Shadow moon had decided to go to get food across the street leaving me with nerd bot.
I quietly read a magazine in bed trying to relax when Technical boy decides to turn on the tv and turn it all the way up.
"Can you not?" I say irritated.
"No" he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Turn it down!"
"You!"
I chuck the magazine nearly hitting his head.
"You missed bitch"
I sat up quick, "do you exist to irritate people?"
"Just you" he smirked.
"Turn. it. down."
"Aw or what? You going to get your bulldog to throw me?"
"That would be very entertaining but I can handle myself"
"Against a god?"
I stand walking over to him, "I am a goddess you rat"
The boy laughed, "of what being a side piece?"
I slapped him hard across the face causing him to glitch.
He stood up from his chair "Don't touch me"
"Fuck you" I shoved him back into his seat and walked over to the tv turning it off.
When I turned he was behind me, his face angry and glitching.
He grabbed my throat squeezing cutting off my air. "Listen here princess I don't know who you think you are but you are not going to talk to me like this. I will have you wiped of this plane faster than you can say 'help me mutt' got it?"
My life started to flash before my eyes, technical boy sighed deeply. "Interesting.. a goddess of reality"
I shoved him off struggling to catch my breath, "what was that?"
"I downloaded your memories, what a cute life you had" he said mockingly. "I never would have guessed that's how you used to be"
"Shut up"
He stalked his way over to me, "you are like a little mouse so small and fragile... surrounded by snakes and hawks"
"You pack quite a punch little mouse.. so why aren't you swinging? Hm?"
I felt my heart sink.
"Why is a goddess like you hiding?"
"I'm not.. I don't know what you are talking about"
"Oh right, because if either party knew how big of an asset you are they'd want you to fight for them. And why don't you want to fight mouse?" His face was an inch away from mine.
His light blue eyes stared into mine I would say he was looking for something if he didn't already know everything he needed to.
I felt all my boldness slip away, I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass his gaze like the sun burning a whole into me.
I felt like a scared little mouse.
I glanced at the door hoping Shadow Moon would bust in any second, but he didn't.
I felt like I was unable to move, I froze just like I had then, what was the point of all this power if I didn't have the balls to use it.
The god laughed, "yeah, okay, well we will have to work on that won't we"
"we are not doing anything"
"Oh Don't think so, see if you don't I will tell everyone what you are and where you came from. Oh! Let's see how they feel about the fact you knew about everything" he said through his teeth.
"You could have prevented all of this.. all of that death."
I felt the tears swell in my eyes, "I tried" I said weakly.
"No you didn't because if you did it wouldn't have happened" he yelled.
He backed away from me glitching violently as he paced. "You know I am only fighting this war to make my father happy, He is fighting for survival, what do you fight for? It's fun? You think this shit is fun? Is this how you pass the time?"
"I tried to help!" I yelled.
Technical boy yelled over me,"No!"
I turned away from him, warm tears ran down my cheeks.
"Stop that" he spat
I got up from the bed and walked to the opposite side of the room.
His eyes followed me closely, "do you know what's wrong with me"
"I thought you already knew everything boy genius" I said weakly.
"Just the basics" he shrugged.
I scoffed, "I do actually"
He rushed over to me, "what is it?" His voice sounded desperate and scared.
"Fuck you!"
The man groans and slammed his fists into the wall either side of me causing me to jump.
"Fine!" I yelled. "They are fucking emotions you nutcase" I spat.
He looked at me confused and swallowed hard, "that's not possible... I am not" he trailed off. "You are lying she... Beliquis, she broke me!"
I shook my head, "no but you are making it worse"
He brought his face closer to mine and whispered, "what do you mean"
"Trying to suppress them" I said softly.
I could see the gears grinding in his head trying to comprehend what I was saying. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before quickly turning and walking away from me.
"Did you not have them before?"
He shook his head.
I laughed a little, "no wonder"
He glared at me, "what?"
"No wonder you are such a dick you had no emotions ... like guilt or empathy or sadness."
The boy rocked on the bed. "What do I do?"
"Well nothing you just have to let them happen" I took a seat next to him.
He shook his head violently. "No it's to much"
"Not all emotions are uncomfortable"
His eyes snap to mine, "what do you mean"
"Well there is joy and happiness and peace and love"
The boy scoffed, " That's for children and hippies."
I turned towards him, studying him.
His blonde hair messy and disheveled, his blue eyes filled with worry and uncertainty. He caught me looking and I saw his breath hitch followed by a glitch.
"What was that?"
"Fuck if I know" he scoffed locking his gaze on the ground.
"Well describe it"
"I got this .. weird feeling in my stomach and my heart started beating faster and I .." he trailed off.
I felt my face go red. He glanced at me worried, "what, what is it?"
"Uhm" I trailed off. "Do you think I am pretty?"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, his face going red, "no! What a stupid question"
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well you are not ugly" he mumbled.
"Well it could be your .. body telling you that" I glanced around the room looking for something to do.
"Ew" he said abruptly.
I gasped and slapped his arm.
"Well no offense it's just that I find that weird..." he said quietly.
"Find what weird? Thinking I am pretty?"
"Yeah, cause I also cannot stand you" he said flatly.
I rolled my eyes, "glad we are on the same page."
"You... also thought I was pretty" he said smugly.
"What?" I blurted.
He smirked, "back at the ally"
"Well I had never seen anything like it .. it wasn't because it was you"
"Yeah sure"
"Okay nerd bot" I stand up.
"What did you call me?"
I lean over him using his legs as support. "If you are so disgusted by me" I whisper into his ear. "Why do I make you nervous?"
Technical boy gulps glitching hard, "you don't"
"You are a bad liar" I smile. "Sooo can you only read my mind when you touch my skin?"
He nods hesitantly.
I smirk and run my hand up his thigh over his jeans, his body ripples with glitches as I do. His eyes locked onto mine a slight eagerness there.
"What are you.." he trails off.
I run my hand up his chest and softly push him onto the bed climbing on top of him.
His breathing starts to pick up as I run my hands up and down his body.
His eyes close as he swallows hard.
"Have you ever been touched like this?"
He shook his head no.
"What are you feeling now?"
He stammers as his body glitches.
I climb off of him and climb into the other bed grabbing the magazine on the way.
I hear the door handle rattle before it opened and shadow moon strolls in with a paper sack. He dumps the bag out on the entertainment center to reveal a handful of burgers.
"Eat up we are heading out in an hour"
Technical boy gets up and rushes to the bathroom without a word.
"What was that about"
I roll my eyes and shrug, "who knows, kids a nut"
-
We sat outside the compound coming up with a plan.
"Why don't you do your thing" Shadow Moon said wiggling his fingers, glancing at Technical boy.
"My thing" technical boy spat.
"You know the little thing you do. Take down the cameras and hack the mainframe or something"
"Do you think if I could do any of that shit right now I would need you idiots?!"
"Keep talking shit and I'm going to start beating on you too" I mumbled.
Technical boy sat back an angry expression on his face.
"Alright, you 2 stay here I'm going to scout out the area and see what's up we may have to take out a few guards"
I half assed saluted and he got out of the car and wondered off.
Technical boy climbed into the front seat. "What the fuck was that"
"What was what?" I said avoiding his gaze.
"You know damn well"
"I had to get you back for man handling me" I glared at him. "And if I'm honest I don't think that was enough" I smile apologetically.
He stammered, "no!"
"No? You didn't like it?" I pouted.
"I-"
"Mhm, well okay no does mean no. I will not do it again but I am going to actually get you back"
"How?"
"I may just beat your ass, who knows"
He grew silent as he stared out the front window deep in thought.
"I don't like the way you make me feel" he says after a while.
I scoff, "I am sorry?"
He glances over at me. "You do make me nervous"
I look over at him.
"I remember the first time I ever saw you I felt it"
I felt my cheeks heat up.
Does he not know what he is saying?
"And back at the motel... I have... done things but"
"Okay!" I blurted. "What is this about? What are you saying?
"I don't know really" he sighed resting his head on the seat. "I just know you are different. It's probably because I hate you."
"Gee thanks"
-
Shadow moon eventually comes back and gets us. We make our way to Beliquis' cell and find the door wide open, the room full to the brim of water. It was not physically possible the water should have spilled out taking us with it but it didn't. We saw something moving in it, coming closer.
"Oh no" I heard technical boy mumble.
I turn to see him running away. Without thinking I run after him.
"Hey!" I yell.
Technical boy turns, he is breathing heavily and seems almost manic. He was glitching harder than he ever had before.
I made my way over to him slowly, "are you okay?"
"Wait!" I hurried after him.
He disappears around a corner and by the time I make it I don't see him anymore. I stop to catch my breath when someone comes up behind me and grabs me shoving me into the wall.
"Why are you following me?!" Technical boy yells.
"I wanted to know what your problem was you dick!"
"I am going home to figure out what is wrong with me"
"Isn't that days away from here?"
He breathes heavily as he is starting to panic.
"Hey hey, I can get you there"
"What do you mean"
I hold out my hands, "trust me"
"Fuck no!"
"Fine then, rot" I turn sharply.
"Wait!"
I turn on my heal a big smug smile on my face.
"Fine" he says annoyed and holds out his hands.
I take his hands, his skin is soft, I run my fingertips up his hands then wrists then forearms. His arms were vainy and looked strong. I caught myself and looked at technical boy who had a shocked expression on his face.
I took a deep dismissive breath in and closed my eyes, we were engulfed in a cloud of black smoke and when it dispersed we were in what looked like a giant motherboard.
Technical boy yelped and looked around frantically taking in his surroundings. "You mean to tell me you could teleport this entire time?"
I nod blankly.
He pinches his nose bridge and shoves his way past me making his way to a large control panel.
"Run diagnostics"
"It appears you are malfunctioning" a robotic voice responds.
"No fucking shit! Why?" He yells
"Can you explain what is happening?"
He sighs deeply, " I get these feelings, my heart starts pounding my hands get sweaty I get a weird feeling In my stomach"
"It sounds like emotions"
"No!"
"Emotions are a natural instinctive state of mind from ones circumstances, mood, or relationship with others"
"I know what they fucking are and I am telling you there is no way!"
"To find out what is happening please insert artifact 1"
"The fuck is that?!" He slams his fist on the panel. "Fuck!"
I flinch from the noise. "I already told you-"
"Shut up!" He yells.
Technical boy turns glitching wildly. "You make it worse! Just shut up!"
I walk over to him, "suppressing them makes it worse" i say quietly.
He glares at me.
"Maybe figuring out how you actually feel will help"
He sighs deeply. "the only time it gets really bad is when I am attacked or ... when" he trailed off. "Back at the motel but it was different"
"Well being attacked is scary.. maybe you got scared?"
He shrugged, "and the motel?"
"Well what was going through your head?"
He paused for a moment, "I felt really good and tingly but angry that it was you that made me feel that way.. but I didn't want you to stop"
I felt myself blush and nodded.
"Well?"
"Oh uh.. I guess I was turning you on?"
"What like... horny?"
I walked away from him, the conversation getting to awkward, "I guess"
I looked around the ceilings were high and the end of the row seemed a mile away, our voices echoed off of the concrete.
"Do you ever feel that way?"
"Sometimes"
"When you touched me in the ally I felt it.. but it wasn't mine"
I felt like my words got caught in my throat. I'll admit I wouldn't have minded had things escalated in the motel in that moment but I know I'd also be angry with myself if it had. What would that say about me?
"Hello?
"Uhm, so? It just happens sometimes"
He put his hand on my shoulders and turned me around. He looked deeply into my eyes as he ran his fingertips gently down my arms, my breath hitched.
He grabbed my hands and a rush of images flooded my head.
Thoughts about what I really wanted to do in that hotel room, and in the car, even right now.
A part of him made my blood boil but the other half just wanted to ruin him .. to be ruined by him.. and now he knows.
I saw the look of disbelief on his face. I yanked my hands away and started walking the opposite direction. "I told you to stop doing that" I yelled.
I hear him running up behind me and my shoulders tense. He grabs me again and I feel myself spin around but before I could register anything else I felt his soft lips on mine.
Images of sparks and fireworks filled my mind, bright colors filled my eyes.
I kissed him back almost involuntarily my arms went over he is shoulders, my hand finding it's way to his hair running my hand through it. The kiss was hungry and desperate, he wrapped his arms around my waist pressing me into him. I could feel the heat from his body and I craved it.
A groan escaped his lips and he ran his hands up my sides to my face. He softly traced his thumb over my cheek till eventually his hand found my neck. His rings cold against my skin as he squeezed lightly.
"Fuck I want you so bad" he groans.
I run my hands up his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt, he starts to lift mine up and I hold my arms up to make it easier.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks me up and down, "you are perfect" he whispers.
I feel my face heat up as I guide him to the floor getting on top of him. He smirks up at me and I kiss his neck, trailing small kisses from his jaw to the nape of his neck. His breath hitches as I bite him softly. I find his sweet spot sucking and licking softly leaving a small hickey earning a moan from him. I eagerly squeeze my legs together already wet for him.
I run my hands up his now bare chest, I lick and kiss my way to the hem of his boxers. I look up at him as i unbuttoned his jeans and wiggle them down, he lifted his hips to make it easier.
"Fuck" he mumbled, watching me intently.
I kiss his bulge over his boxers palming him softly causing him to groan. I bring myself up to look him in the face. His eyes were wide and needy, he squirmed beneath me. I planted a kiss on his soft pink lips as I began to softly grind on his bulge, earning a gasp and moan the both of us.
He whined into the kiss as I grind faster becoming more needy myself. My hand snaked it's way to his neck squeezing tightly, Technical boy's eyes rolled back bucking his hips into mine desperately.
I wanted to ruin him, make him a whimpering babbling mess beneath me, and at this rate it wouldn't be very hard. I had honestly expected more of a fight.
I make my way back down to his boxers tugging them off, his hard cock springing out at me. I bite my lip to hide my excitement.
I kiss the tip of his cock before licking from the base to the tip causing technical boy to shiver, his breath hitching and unsteady.
I take his cock in my mouth, sucking lightly as I lick circles.
A long groan escaped his lips, "my god"
I smile to myself as I work his cock with my mouth earning moans from the man each louder than the last.
"Fuck! Wait!" He gasped.
I lift my head of him causing a loud pop. "Yes?"
"I thought i was gonna..." he said catching his breath. "That felt really good"
His dick twitched beneath me, I watched it eagerly.
"You we're gonna cum" I said more like a question.
"Yeah" he said.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
He nodded eagerly, "please"
I smiled at him taking his cock in my hand stroking it slowly, rubbing the tip across my tongue before taking it in my mouth again.
His moans continued as I pumped his cock. I felt it twitch and pulse and knew he was getting close again, so I stopped.
"Wha?" He whimpered.
I crawled over him so our eyes met, "remember when I said I was going to get you back?"
His expression changed as the realization hit, "you wouldn't"
I nodded biting my lip, "but I would" I said, false sympathy thick in my voice.
He sat up his body pressed to mine, his cock resting on my thigh.
"Fine. 2 can play at that game, pretty"
He kisses me hard, his hands wonder my body before one settles in my hair the other palming my boob under my shirt.
I kiss him back grinding on his thigh moaning softly.
He lowers me onto my back holding himself up above me. My gaze lowered to his cock swinging occasionally grazing my stomach. He sees this and grabs my face so my eyes meet his, a big smile on his face. "Not yet"
He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, my boobs spilling out.
"Wow" he mumbles as he kisses around my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth sucking and licking gently.
I moan, my back arching pushing my body into him only making him push it back down almost harshly. "Stay still"
He made his way over to the other boob and gave it the same treatment as the first.
I felt him push his thigh into my crotch causing me to moan. He kissed down my body just as I had until he made his way to my pants taking them and my underwear off in one motion.
I gasped at the cold feeling exposed.
He leaned back eyeing me up and down, a soft blush crept across his cheeks.
"You really are a goddess" he said quietly.
Now my cheeks were the ones going red. He ran his fingertips across my thighs, studying me, taking me in. He then replaced his fingers with his lips scattering soft kisses causing the heat between my legs to grow hotter.
He placed his hand on my mound running his thumb up by slit softly earning a moan from me.
"You are so wet" he said quietly watching intently as he played with me.
His thumb traced circles around my pussy occasionally running over my clit causing me to moan louder. He caught onto this and started to focus on my clit. My back arched and my moans grew needy as I felt the pleasure swell and grow bringing me closer.
He lowered his face to my pussy, I could feel his hot breath teasing me before planting a kiss on my clit. I gasped from the sensation.
Technical boy then licked up my slit softly, I shuttered squeezing my legs together eagerly.
He grabbed each of my thighs, spreading them slightly. "Be still" he demanded.
His voice sounded darker, full of lust and need.
I nodded doing my best to remain still as he licked my pussy curiously exploring it, I moaned in response. My eyes roll back as he begins to suck my clit softly, "yes" I mumbled.
He hummed a 'mhmm' as he sucked causing subtle vibrations to rock through me, my breath hitched as I felt that familiar knot form in my stomach. I run my hand through his soft blond hair before grabbing a chunk earning a moan from him.
He started sucking and pulling away quickly causing my climax to build much faster. My moans grew desperate until they devolved into whimpers, I was on the edge.
And then I heard a slap followed my a sharp pain in my thigh, I gasp and whine opening my eyes to meet his. He had a smug smirk on his face, "not so nice is it"
"I didn't hit you!" I whined.
He brought himself up so we were face to face giving me a kiss, "you wanted to"
I squirmed impatiently rolling my eyes.
Technical boy tilted his head as he looked at me, "stop moving" his voice monotone, impatience clear in it.
I stopped squirming and squeezed my legs together sending a wave of pleasure through me.
His hand wrapped around my throat, "can you not follow directions?"
I nodded eagerly.
Technical boy smacked his lips, "I don't think you can"
He sat up and grabbed my hips flipping me over. He pushed my back down so my ass was in the air, my pussy on display for him.
I felt his hand connect with my ass causing a loud echoing smack.
I let out a cry.
"Please!" I whined.
"Please what?" He said flatly followed by another slap.
I felt my pussy grow wetter, my juices dripping out of me.
"Fuck" he mumbled.
"Please fuck me" I whined.
I felt his body press up to mine, his dick lay on my back.
"As you wish" he whispered.
I felt his body leave mine then I felt his dick slide up and down my slit, coating it in my juices before he slides in slowly.
We both moan in pleasure as he fills me up.
"Fucking gods" he gasps. "You feel so good"
I whimper in response fighting my urge to wiggle my hips or fuck back into him.
He starts pumping into me slowly his hands grip my hips tightly pulling me onto him.
I gasp and moan as he fucks me, his balls slapping against my clit.
He starts to pick up the pace pumping into me harder.
His moans are like music to my ears filling up my senses, my body tingles with pleasure as I feel him twitch within me.
I feel him brush up against that special spot causing me to whimper and moan louder.
I grew more desperate for release as he pounded into my pussy hitting that spot again and again.
My eyes rolled back and for a moment I felt as though I could melt, I saw stars. I moaned desperately after each thrust, I never wanted it to end.
I felt him reach under me and play with my clit, rubbing circles around it keeping in pace with his thrusts.
His moans became more breathy as he got closer, I felt his dick twitch and pulse as his thrusts got more sloppy.
I felt that knot form in my stomach, my pleasure rising slowly until we came together.
I gasped and cried as my body shook and twitched, my pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock as his warm seed filled me up.
He groaned loudly, he held my back down as he pumped into me a few more times before pulling out and collapsing next to me.
"Holy shit" he says trying to catch his breath.
I turn to face him and smile breathing heavily, "yes, holy shit"
He looked at me and chuckled, "I never..." he began.
"I never thought it would be that good... now I understand why humans loose their shit"
I laugh, "that good, huh?"
He looked at me concerned, "was it not good for you?"
"No! It was! I loved it" I said turning to my side supporting my head with my arm. "You know you didn't glitch once"
He furrowed his brows and stared off into the room, "I didn't, huh"
I smiled and nodded.
"I guess emotions aren't that bad" he said more like a question.
"Sometimes they can be ... but if it ever gets to much I... You can talk to me, okay?"
He smiled big and nodded, "thank you"
I nodded and scooted closer to him resting my head on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was accompanied by a buzzing.
He ran his hand through my hair as we drifted off to sleep.
#american gods#smut fanfiction#technicalboy x reader#ftm breeding#female reader#american gods smut#shadow moon#ftm switch#mdom#fdom#curruption
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Solar Opposites: Unleashed Scene: The Truth About Terry
Human Yumyulack: Um Terry, take it easy-
Human Terry: Ugh! I had it with you people and your stupid conflicts?! When are you gonna- the screen suddenly went orange for a second as he suddenly found himself back on Shlorp What? The scene glitched as he saw a shadow of a monster with glowing orange hanging from the ceiling, another horned monster dead on the floor and baby Jesse crying in her crib. Clearly having a panic attack right now, Human Terry curled up on the floor with his hands over his ears, trying to block out this hallucination, but it wasn't off... And he was suddenly knocked back into reality screaming NNNNNOOOOO! breathing in and out frantically No…
Everyone seemed startled by this as they back away. Human Korvo gasp and comes up to his husband in concern.
Human Jesse: T-Terry? You okay?
Human Terry was shaking and practically sobbing at this point, unable to even form coherent sentences. Human Korvo then put his arms around Human Terry.
Human Korvo: Oh Terry, is everything alright?! What’s wrong?!
Human Terry: tearfully Wh-what the fuck was that?
Human Korvo: Oh dear. Let’s go home, AISHA might have the answers to this. Come along kids.
Joan: Wait, what about-
Phoebe MacCarthy: We’re not helping you!
Some of the group gasp.
Barry B-but what about it-
Human Jesse: No forget it! If you guys are just gonna keep fucking throwing each other off the bus, then we’re not helping you. Come on guys. Let’s go home.
Caitlin: Wait! Come back! reaching out her hand
But it was too late. The Human Solars left as the group looks down sadly. Then it shows The rest of the gang, who have watched the whole argument, look sadly as they watch their friends leave.
Miss Frankie: Is Terry going to be okay?
Ms. Perez: Hopefully...
Randall: I sure hope so.
Then, when the Human Solars got home, Aisha is shocked to see Human Terry so vulnerable.
Aisha: Damn, what happened to you Terry?
Human Terry: shaking I-I don’t know. One minute, I fucking snapped because of this whole tension going on around about the epidemic. The next thing I know is that my eyes flash back to Shlorp 13 years ago.
Human Korvo, Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse: What?!
Sonya: Your home planet?!
Phoebe MacCarthy: Aisha! Maybe you can scan Terry! That could help why he acted like that back there.
Aisha: Got it Phoebes!
Aisha starts scanning all over Human Terry’s body until she gasp in horror and looks down.
Human Terry: What?! What is it?!
Aisha: sighs Terry, there is something you should know. It’s time I tell ya the truth about your family’s history…
Human Terry: M-my birth family?
A flashback occurs which shows Shlorp years ago and it shows Terry’s mother Jessica slowly dying from a plague as the doctor packs up his stuff..
Aisha: For the past years, your family was gifted with an amazing beast that is part of their life sources… the Mundane! These beasts are sadly beasts that came out from suicidal thoughts and depression, but luckily, the Wearspreadas were a let to master their beast by realizing how strong and brave they are and the love of the people who care about them, including their friends and family. Your mother was one of them, but tragically the plague took her slowly…
Doctor: closing his suitcase; to Teraformus You must leave! Now!
As the doctor leaves, a baby crying was heard. Teraformus looks at his dying wife one more time as she looks at him smiling.
Jessica: Quickly, before it takes him too.
Teraformus tearfully nods. Then, before she dies, Jessica kiss a pacifier slowly. Then it shows baby Terry crying as Teraformus picks him up and puts him in a basket as he took him to an orphanage. Teraformus looks at baby Terry one more time as he leaves. The head orphan leader picks up baby Terry and takes him inside. The scene cuts back to the present as Human Terry gasp.
Human Terry: Wh-what? I’m a half monster?
Aisha: I’m sorry Terry. It’s true. After your father created me, he told me not to tell you until you are older. Because, the first time a Wearspreada transforms into Mundane, they don’t have any control, which makes the, go berserk and out of control. Even might hurt other people. Also, they’ll lose their sanity if they don’t have any control… even forgetting about the ones they love…
Overwhelmed and distraught, Terry turns back to his normal Shlorpian self as he falls on his knees and breaks down in tears. Korvo, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turns back into their normal alien selves. Then, they, Sonya and Phoebe hugs Terry as he kept crying.
Korvo: Shh. Oh Terry, there there. It’s gonna be okay. Even you transform into your Mundane for the first time, we’ll still be with you no matter what.
Jesse: Yeah. You’ll still be our dad!
Yumyulack: It’ll be okay man.
Sonya: Yeah, even if you turn into a monster like Mr. Korvo, you’ll always be the Terry we know and love.
Pupa: Terry…
Phoebe MacCarthy: And if they dare get on your bad side, I’ll be sure to kick their fucking assess!
Terry kept crying as his family pull him close.
Terry: tearfully O-okay. I’ll try to-to control it! I-I don’t wanna lose my family. I’m so s-s-sorry…
The rest of the family continues to comfort Terry as he breaks down in tears more, now completely afraid of the other side of himself.
#solar opposites#solar opposites au#solar opposites: unleashed#tervo#korvo#terry solar opposites#yumyulack#british korvo#jesse solar opposites#pupa solar opposites#phoebe maccarthy#sonya solar opposites#truth scene#mundane terry#human terry#human tervo#human korvo#human yumyulack#human pupa#human jesse#aisha solar opposites
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remember pt.2- e.m./001
after lots of requests and a month-long account glitch, here’s part two!
part one!
summary: your nightmares become real when you finally see henry again.
warnings: dark fic, vampire eddie, violence, eddies death but not really, henry is an asshole?, asphyxiation, gore, angst, body horror, horror themes, language, demogorgans, detailed descriptions of pain, not much s4 plot i think, allusion to mind manipulation, vines
let me know if you think i missed anything!
the first thing you recognize as you come to is the pounding in your skull. the pain is not unfamiliar to you, but this time it’s different. this time, it’s from blunt force; not the manipulation of your psyche.
the second is the pain on your wrists, ankles, and neck. something is pressing, squeezing, holding you.
the third, and maybe most horrifying, is that everything feels cold. so fucking cold. and wet. the realization sends you into a panic. “eddie?” you try to cry out on instinct, but the thing wrapped around your throat squeezes tighter. you wonder momentarily if the darkness around you is from your location, or the lack of oxygen to your brain.
“baby?” a choked, wet sputter causes you to clamp your eyes shut, memories playing behind your eyelids like some sick horror movie. is this how cheryl felt, when the tree limbs started to attack her before her possession? or laurie, when michael was breaking into the closet to get her? no, this is worse, because it was real. you had been losing him, right before your very own eyes.
the pain of the claws digging into your scalp goes nearly unfelt as the monster’s face opens up, unleashing a terrible cry and holding your head in place. it’s making you watch-
it’s making you watch as those things swarm your lover, ripping him apart. you know you’re screaming, begging it to stop. it goes unheard over the sounds of skin ripping and eddie’s ear splitting, heart retching, nauseating screeches.
“don’t torment yourself, my dove.” vecna’s- henry’s- deep growl pulls your eyes open. he’s standing above you, the limbs of dead trees and blue-red hues of the sky creating a beautifully sinister backdrop to his figure. “he’s alive, that’s all that matters.” his malformed hands come to move your hair from your face.
“please-” you gasp, though you’re not quite sure what you’re pleading for. to see him? to leave this place? for the restoration of your ability to take in oxygen?
for this nightmare to be over, you decide.
the pressure on your windpipe lets up minutely, and you greedily suck the tainted air into your lungs. your chest rattles with the force of it, but he smiles.
“i do hope you appreciate the changes i’ve made to him.” he grates, grabbing your shoulders as softly as his taloned hands are capable, and lifting you to sit up.
the sight causes you to let out a harsh sob. the things, your bindings, which you now realize are vines, tighten around your bruised skin. eddie is being held up against a tree by them, but his body is sagging. he looks sick, weak, and oh so pale. the image of the monstrously delicate wings trailing from his back is almost enough to distract you from the mahogany irises piercing into your soul.
“what did you do to him?” you practically scream. you try to crawl to him, and shockingly, henry lets you. trembling legs carry you to him, protesting when you begin to stand. you ignore the ache, cupping eddie’s jaw and pressing your forehead to his. “my love, what did he do to you?” you cry, thumbs stroking away the tears from his icy skin. he doesn’t speak, simply pushing his head harder toward you.
“simple changes, little one.” henry grits, hand resting on you shoulder. “think of them as adaptations, to accommodate your new home.” eddie whimpers at his words, more tears running onto your hand.
“i’m a monster.” he sobs, casting his eyes to the ground.
“no, eds. no, you’re still my beautiful boy.” you breath, tucking a strand of blood caked hair behind his ear. he shudders at your touch but nuzzles into it all the same.
“i’m glad you think so, y/n. he’s in desperate need of feeding.” henry growls. before you can begin to consider the implication of his words, a claw runs over your chest. a scream rips from your lungs as you begin to wringle in his arms. blood runs beneath your shirt, and a deep groan from eddie forces your gaze back up. his eyes are suddenly alert, both with fear and hunger.
“oh god-” you gasp, the vines holding eddies straining limbs beginning to loosen.
“run.” eddie begs, the sound of breaking bone filling your ears as new, sharper, far more dangerous canines force the old ones from his gums. you don’t hesitate, ripping yourself from henry’s arms and taking off into a sprint.
your combat boots slap the ground, carrying you as fast as you can muster. “you can’t outrun him, darling!” you hear the false voice, the way henry sounded before, call from behind you.
you don’t get far before eddie’s chest is knocking into your back, forcing you to the ground once again. “no! eds, please!” you scream. he grips your hair hard, knuckles leaving new bruises on your scalp.
“i’m so sorry.” he whines, other hand griping your jaw and forcing your neck to an agonizing angle. your shriek echoes through the desolate, decaying version of your home as the full extent of his teeth rip through the soft and bruised skin of your jugular.
the fingers on your skull trail down, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles on your spine. it’s so painful but it’s still eddie, causing you to go slack in his arms. you’ll let eddie takes anything he wants from you. your heart, your love, your body, and now your blood.
the pain seems to lessen the blurrier your vision becomes, but you can still see when henry kneels before you. your mind flashes back to that night, when you’d first realized he was trying to reach you through your nightmares and sent you running to eddies safe arms. now he’d made eddie into one of them. you don’t want to wake up though, because if this is how you have to keep him holding you, you’ll do it. your eyes start to droop in lethargy.
tags: @katlovesall @gothicmitsuri @vanthrefrigeration @comfortlibrary @reblog-potato
“sleep, little one. i won’t let him take more than you can give. when you wake, we’ll still be here.”
(some of you didn’t ask, so i hope you don’t mind the tagging! sorry!)
#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson fics#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson angst#001 x reader#001 angst#eddie x reader x 001#vecna x eddie#vecna x reader#vecna angst#001#001 x eddie#Peter Ballard x reader#Peter Ballard#peter ballard angst#henry creel x reader#henry creel#henry creel angst#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things fanfiction
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In the end (1)
Oh wow, would you look at that, a new Drueswap series :0
That part was inspired by the Resident evil 8? I think that was the game so it’s not completely original but the concept is… I think-
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Next part
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Warnings: Blood and violence.
Synopsis: “He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.
“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.”
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To say that finding himself in his current situation is a surprise would be a lie.
Blue groaned as he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, his curved spine starting to take its toll on his body. He also wished that his wrists weren’t so tightly bound together either because he could feel the rope burns starting to dig into his skin but he did not dare try and protest, it would be pointless.
He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.
“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.
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“[…] No! There’s no way he’s going with you this time! You’ve already received plenty of humans before!” Strident screaming was what Blue woke up to which made his ears ring uncomfortably. He grumbled lowly, straightening up. He blinked a couple of times to let his vision adjust before what used to be blurry colors and forms morphed into a clear image of a… human?
No, that couldn’t be right.
He looked down and had to bite his lips in order not to let out a gasp. A snake’s tail. That person was fucking half-snake.
Another one scoffed, bringing Blue’s attention toward them. This time, it looked like a human had been sewn together with a pair of dragon wings and bloody red horns. The person’s pupils were in slits and their piercing gaze could have made anyone run in fear just by the sight of it alone.
“So what if I did?” They shot back, a smirk on their face. “I have contributed a lot in the capturing of these traitors last week and I do not doubt Master Nim would want to reward me for my act of loyalty.”
“Both of you shut it.” Another one interjected a sing-song voice that contrasted vividly with the underlying threat in their sentence. “You’re going to scare our dear guest~” A woman with sorts of tear streaks and glitches surrounding her smiled at Blue, who gulped.
That girl…
With an appearance this peculiar, there was no way Blue could mistake her for someone else.
He has “interacted” with her before and by the look on her face, she knew damn well that he remembered her. Due to his tied-up wrists, Blue couldn’t do much more than dig his nails into his palm to try and calm down. He started to visibly shake, which definitely seemed to amuse the woman sitting opposite of him. He swallowed back his urge to scream or cry and tried to inspect his surroundings to distract himself from her, his shaking decreasing as he took deep inhales.
His eyes landed on the prettiest man he has ever seen.
His jaw dropped a little at noticing a man that was so unlike any of his… Blue didn’t know the relationship they had with one another but whatever it was, he looked so different from them that one may even wonder if he wasn’t standing in the wrong castle or something of the sort.
The rest of his teammates looked like creatures that came straight from hell. One especially seemed to have freshly crawled out of a nightmare. He was tall, freakishly so, and if Blue had to guess, then he must have been standing around at least 6 foot 6. Instead of nails, he had large and sharp claws that could put any hedgehog to shame and which must have been a vampire’s dream because of how bloody they were.
Blue did not wish to know whether that blood belonged to him or his victims and he was not looking forward to having to see that again, especially considering his hatred for blood and gore. His eyes were haunting as well, something about his bloody red pupils and his pitch-black sclera was extremely unusual and uncomfortable to look at. All in all, that man was terrifying just by appearance despite knowing that he wasn’t a bad person.
Then you had that man, practically glowing and illuminating the room with his golden wings.
If he didn’t know any better, he would have mistaken the man for an angel. Black hair that framed his young face perfectly, a completely gold sclera that contributed to adding warmth to his halcyon eyes, perfectly plump lips… He looked more like a top model, the kind that you would question their humanity because of how ethereal they looked, than a monster.
The fact that he knew he had helped several humans before him to escape the place just made it all better.
He knew early on that he was going to be given as a sacrifice and so, he took the liberty to discuss with those the sinister village of Fluch called “The Survivors”. The Survivors, as their names indicate, are people who were given as a sacrifice to the monsters and who managed to come back to the human realm.
Every single one of them he questioned shared a common trait: They only got out thanks to one of the winged men. Though, the plural of the name “man” made Blue get curious. After all, he had only seen one person with wings so far and it had been this one. He wondered what happened to the other, had he been replaced for another?
He was staring at the man in yellow, trying to recall what the Survivors had told him and he must have noticed because at one point, his golden eyes turned to meet Blue’s azure ones. They spent a few seconds with their eyes locked before he looked away, turning his attention back to the debate his colleagues were having about who got to play around with Blue.
To feel like such a toy was something Blue disliked on a high level and the fact that there was a chance he ended up with Koroit, the woman in black, just made everything worse. He was going to get out of this place, he just had to.
A bell suddenly rang, causing the human to jump in surprise. The monsters around him, who have been arguing with one another ever since he woke up, suddenly stopped talking, making a tense silence drown the room. Footsteps echoed in a corridor before a lady with green skin and a dark pink uniform came out of the shadows, her eyes firmly closed.
The entire group stood up like one man to greet her which caused the lady to crack a smile.
“Greetings dears, you may regain your seats.” Wordlessly, the demons did as told as Nim herself sat on an empty seat. Her head turned to slide her gaze across the room until she noticed the empty seat next to the winged man’s.
“Dream.” She called, immediately grabbing the man in yellow’s attention. “Where has Nightmare gone?” All eyes turned to the empty seat and several people started whispering among themselves. That didn’t seem to shake Nim in the slightest who simply stared at Dream, waiting for an answer.
He supported her gaze, a rebellious glint in his eyes. “Nightmare won’t be attending today’s meeting.” He stated, drawing all eyes on him. “He felt no need to attend this one as he is already quite satisfied with his staff. He said to continue without him.”
Even with her eyes closed, it was as if the woman was boring her eyes into Dream’s. This staring contest lasted up to two seconds before the queen finally sighed. “That’s a pity. I was hoping to use this as an opportunity to meet with him later. Oh well, I guess it can wait.”
As the words left her mouth, all eyes ,except for Dream’s, turned to Blue. Most looked at him with a hungry gaze and while the man typically didn’t mind attention, he wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. It was obvious that they only saw him as a prey and the thought of ending up with one of them almost made him want to cry just thinking about it.
He knew all of the atrocities some of them were capable to do and he definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of such torture.
“Who shall receive today’s gift I wonder…” Nim hummed, the rest of her little army of monsters hanging on her words. She was extending the suspense and Blue shifted uncomfortably, trying not to make his want to go with one of the “kind ones” too obvious.
“Hmm…” She studied Blue’s facial structure intensely and the human felt overwhelmed, like she was putting some kind of spell on him. He did not like that. He scrunched up his shoulders unconsciously, as if it was going to protect him from whatever she wanted to do next.
“Dream, you haven’t received any gift in a while have you? You can have this one.” Blue, thanks to years of practice pretending to be unaware of his fate, managed to keep a straight face at the news even though inwardly, he was so relieved that he was sure anyone badly affected by positivity would be violently retching right now.
Roars welcomed the news. One in particular was certainly powerful enough to overshadow the others.
“Master Nim!” Koroit exclaimed, abruptly standing up. Nim herself looked surprised enough at the outburst to listen to what she had to say. “With all due respect, Dream is but an immature child—“ Said man’s face scrunched in a mix of annoyance, offense and anger. If looks could kill, perhaps his colleague would have already fallen six feet underground. “— He wouldn’t be able to make use of your gift well!”
“Plus, you and I both know that his loyalty lies elsewhere!” Several people in the room gasped at the scandalous accusation, causing once again an eruption of whispers in the room.
She was about to continue before Nim interrupted her. “SILENCE!” Roots shot through the ground and slashed at the nearby walls, the clashing sound enough to send the monsters right back into a religious silence. Her eyes were open and Blue swore that it was the most disturbing thing he has seen all day.
Void.
Just complete void.
There was nothing behind those eye lids of hers.
After a long exhale, she closed her eyes once more, hiding the large black holes from the light again. “My words are final. He will be given to Dream and I don’t want to hear any more protest.”
Koroit plopped herself back down onto her seat, crossing her arms around her chest. She certainly looked displeased but there wasn’t anything that she could really do that would matter now. The boss has spoken and no one would dare to talk back, unless that person had a death wish that is.
A smile appeared on her features. “Now that this has been cleared out of the way, you all are free to go. May we meet again!”
As everyone disappeared into thin air, Dream stood up and started walking toward the human. Blue tensed a bit as Dream got behind him before inevitably relaxing as he felt the rope restraining his hands loosening before completely freeing him.
He brought his hands forward and started to wriggle them, slightly cringing at the sight of rope burns on his wrists. He had a feeling that they weren’t going to disappear that soon. Meanwhile, Dream was kneeled down and quickly dealing with the ties around Blue’s ankles. He hasn’t said a word to him yet and Blue didn’t know whether or not that was a good sign.
He stood up and Blue did as well, quite surprised that he wasn’t restrained in any way. He got that freeing his ankles were necessary for him to move but he didn’t actually expect to have his hands freed as well, was Dream really not worried about having him try to run away?
“This place is a maze.” Dream started, finally breaking the ice. “So I would advise you to follow me closely on the way, if you were to get lost and be caught by the others, I doubt I would be able to do much to help you.”
So there was still a chance he might get thrown in a hoard of starving wolves? Lovely.
“Also, do not under any circumstances believe what you will see on our way.” The winged man turned to look him in the eye.
“This place is crawling with monsters who aren’t above using backhanded tricks such as hallucinations to get what they want.”
“Do not be fooled.”
#dreamswap#ds dream#angst#ship#ds blue#drueswap#ds dreamberry#ds drue#ds drueswap#ds dream x ds blue#i need more content about this ship#i will go down with this ship#ds nightmare#In the end#new series woo
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More of the Ghosts in My Head AU
Hi Star!! Long time no submit. School got busy. But, I finally figured out what I wanted to do with that Ghosts AU that I submitted before! I’ve changed some things around, so the previous version isn’t exactly full canon anymore, but I’ll reuse it later. As for this? This is gonna be the prologue. I hope you enjoy!
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Cassidy dived Down. Down, yet further down. All the while, there echoed an insane cackling behind her. In the digital void between life and death that she’d crafted, it echoed around here. Outside and inside, filling every bit of space that was and wasn’t in a cacophony of malice and madness. It pulled at her, even as it was pulled away, and all she could do was alter the flow of time again, making it take even more time that expected. She had made this realm, and even if he’d gotten /lucky/ and found a way out, she still had control and could make him leaving harder. But the one thing she couldn’t do was stop him.
The security offices flew around her as she continued her dive. So many locations, so many horrors. Then the animatronics too. The ones from her past. The ones from her future. The nightmares of the one she’d shared a suit with for so long before he’d been let free. All the while, that laugh. Until suddenly it was gone. She found herself in the familiar red and black world of her target, and she screamed out his name in the sudden silence. “Old Man!!!” The figure on the pixelated peer turn, his normally purple skin red in this light, and he smiled at here. “Ah, Cassidy. Back again? You know what I’m going to say—“ “He’s free” Michael’s calm demeanor changed. And the world around them changed with it. Gone was the peaceful fishing pond, and instead it was a maelstrom of thunder and wind, Michael, for it was once again Michael rather than Old Man Consequences, glared. “Say what?” “I fucked up. Okay? It’s my fault and I fucked up and he’s /free/.” Cassidy’s form flickered, altering between her form as a human and the skimped over form of Golden Freddy, then back to a fully functional Fredbear, and back again. “Fazbear Entertainment, they did something. Scanned the wreckage of Springtrap into some computer game thing and…” “Because /you/ kept his soul bound to it, he latched on and is escaping this personal purgatory you designed. Despite the many, many, MANY times I warned you to leave that demon to his demons, you didn’t listen, and now he’s potentially got a way out. God dammit Cassidy…” Cassidy was crying, both in sorrow and rage. “HE DESERVED IT—“ “OF COURSE HE DID.” Michael interrupted, his own rage coming out now. Used to the wise, calmer version of Old Man Consequences, Cassidy leaned back in fright, reminded just whose son Michael was, but the resemblance was gone in a moment as Michael sat back with a sigh, the maelstrom around them subsiding. “I’m sorry. Of course he deserved this Cassidy. But we don’t deserve to be stuck here. Neither do the other two, and none of us can leave while you had him bound. We all had a part to play and it could have been done. But no, you had to get revenge miss “One He Should Not Have Killed.” Cassidy was genuinely crying now, rage spent and sorrow all that remained. “What can we do?” Michael thought, and then sighed. “Whatever he’s doing, we have to stop him somehow. But without form, it’ll take time. And energy. Come on, we’ve got work to do. We’ll get the others together, and if we can’t keep him leaving, we’ll follow him out and stop him from—“
“Oh, I don’t think you will, son.” The two froze, and suddenly, the entire landscape shifted into a purple haze, and in front of them, was a dreaded, familiar figure. “I always come back. And nothing will stop me. Certainly not a disappointment and a former victim.” Before either could respond, Springtrap seemed to almost glitch out into pixels, spreading around the entire area. The two found themselves being attacked by ghostly images, some human, some shaped like the old Springtrap suit. And once again, that manic laughter started. “Once I’m free, you’ll be trapped here. Enjoy the hell of your own making Cassidy, I learned oh so much about terror here. I almost feel like I should thank you.” Cassidy blinked, and suddenly her rage returned. Even this calm portion of this limbo she’d created was, in fact, /her creation/. Afton may have found a way to gain power here, but she had been using her rage as power for longer than he’d been stuck as a spirit. Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light, and a giant Golden Freddy pushed through the storm, giving her and Michael some cover. And she knew what she had to do. Taking the last of her strength as Afton’s mad laughter continued to pound at her psyche, she found Michael’s soul, along with the other two that were here in this calm limbo of hers, and she metaphorically pushed. Afton sensed the souls heading for the exit he’d devised and tried to stop them, but Cassidy wrapped her own souls around his, containing it just long enough. Michael reached for her, but she shook her head. The storm should have drowned him out, but she could hear him, plain as day. “Come with us. We can stop him, together!” “I can’t. I have to keep him contained. To whatever digital form he’s being downloaded to. Without a body or suit to inhabit, if we leave we’d be free floating spirits. We could possess people. But if I keep him trapped in this new digital form…I can delay him at least.” “Cassidy! You don’t have to do this!” Cassidy smiled, even as she cried. “Yes. I do. You were right Michael. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Keep an eye out for a bit? If I can’t stop him…it’s up to you three. But I have to try.” And with that, she gave another shove, and the three souls were gone, released by whatever method Afton had devised. And she turned to him, their minds starting to fray even as they were downloaded from the scraps of electronics that shed bound them too. “I know you’ll get out Afton. But they’ll stop you, no matter what you do.” Afton growled, a sound so far gone from humanity that it made his visage even more monstrous. But he could do nothing. Rather than the people that she could fleetingly see as the scanner worked over Springtrap’s destroyed suit, she and Afton both were instead sucked into a different set of chips. But unlike before, she had no control. She couldn’t distract him with an unending swarm of animatronics and terror. He couldn’t push him away even if he managed to succeed into a new cycle of attacks. He was free to explore the programming he’d now found himself in. As for her? She’d been through this before. Unlike Afton, who had been smart enough to remove all the programming from the suit he’d used when he observed what had happened to her and the other children, she once again found herself bound by the code her spirit possessed. And she could only watch, and hope that she’d find a way to fight back.
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submitted by anonymous (original Ghosts AU submission here)
I'm just... :O
My gosh, friend! That was amazing, I'm hooked! This works very well for a prologue, wow. And I'm a sucker for unwitting comparisons, so "Cassidy leaned back in fright, reminded just whose son Michael was" was mmm, chef's kiss.
(also, so sorry for adding the paragraph breaks, but tumblr refused to let me publish because of a character limit in a single paragraph, so congrats I guess on breaking a limit that I didn't know existed.)
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Hiii im an avid reader of your erwin x oc fic and i just wanna say.... i know petra is just a side character here but I can't help but feel bad about her :( she may be a jealous bitch here but levi's confession to erwin about choosing nathalie over petra just broke my heart for petra and my overthinking masochist brain has been thinking of scenarios like petra overhearing the conversation and when theyll be back in the hq she's gonna give levi the engagement ring back and just disappear in his life forever without saying anything like she just goes straight to his office, look at him in the eyes while giving him a painful smile and handing the engagement ring and a letter of resignation maybe then leaves without a word like a scene wherein petra realizes that she will never have a chance against nathalie even if levi isn't in nathalie's life anymore and she decides to give up because the pain is too much already or like after Levi's confession to erwin about choosing nat, levi noticed that petra overheard the conversation and petra ran off immediately and something bad happened to petra in the mission and when rounding up casualties, Levi asked some officer maybe about his squad then he was informed that petra is dead and i dont know how levi should feel like im such a sucker for tropes like petra and maybe levi will realize Petra's worth once she's gone and she is or maybe not or i dont know hahaha sorry im just rambling and wallowing about my angsty scenarios for petra 😂
lmao anon, i wrote a huge reply to this and tumblr fucked me up and i lost all of it snnkjehiwujogds TUMBLR, FIX YOUR FUCKING GLITCHES FFS YOUR PROGRAMMERS SUCK
ahem pls ignore me
OMG ANON, FIRST OF, TYSM FOR READING MY FIC!!! (I thank my readers all the time in case you haven't noticed eheheh)
And second, your ideas are AMAZING, honestly I was going to do exactly as you said, she overhears Levi’s confession to Erwin.
“I will forever choose Nathalie over Petra.”
Damnnnn, I bet y’all think he’s way out of character and he kinda is. I mean he would never hurt or use a woman like that. Using Petra while thinking of someone else? That’s not Levi at all. He is a respectful man and he would love his woman to the fullest.
But here, he is so convinced that he loves Nathalie when it’s not really love, he’s actually obsessed with Nathalie. He’s convinced that she’s the only one for him but that’s only because she was his first and the multiverse (long story short) this fic is part of my Multiverse of SNK idea.
So, this fic is a parallel universe to another fic of mine BHSL (a Nathalie x Levi slow burn) and let’s just say that an anomaly happened in the multiverse (it’s a long story, anon, you don’t need to know about it), and Levi from BBSF (the Erwin x Nathalie fic) is sharing emotions and memories from Levi in BHSL. So, the feelings that Levi has for Nat in this fic, they’re not actually his own. I was thinking that maybe, just maybe he actually loves Petra.
I know snk fans are masochistic af and you’d probably love for me to engage in angst and drama and heartbreaks LMFAO but hear me out, I had this idea of what happens with those two so that they can be happy (it’s a fix it fic after all).
As you said, Petra overhears Levi’s confession and she gets sad and mad af and she throws herself in battle to die. After Levi deals with the Beast, he finds her, lying in the battlefield, dying and bleeding and he panics. He literally panics. He kneels down and he pulls her in his arms and she’s crying.
She’s crying, she’s a mess because this man doesn’t love her. She was going to die and she was never going to find out how it feels to be loved by Levi. So, she cups his cheek and looks up at him and she makes him that final question that wants answered so desperately before she dies.
“Do you think, you could have ever loved me… as much as you love… her?”*
Oof that past tense hurts here a lot, because she’s talking about something that could’ve happened, but it never did because she’s dying now. Maybe deep down she has lost all hope and maybe she knows that she never really stood a chance in claiming his heart, but she just has to know. Maybe if he at least made his feelings towards her clear before her death, it would give her some peace.
And, please, now I want you to imagine Levi panicking and losing his calm entirely. This stoic man who watches friends die and kills people without a spec of emotion showing – now he’s at the verge of insanity. He’s slowly coming to realise that he actually loves Petra. Did she have to die for him to figure out it? Yes. He took her for granted. He won’t realise it if this scene doesn’t happen.
So, he brings her closer and he’s pressing down on her wound, as hard as he can because he needs time. He has wasted her time with her so much, being obsessed over another woman that would never feel the same for him. Imagine the self-loathing and the regret, the guilt he’s feeling right now. Now that he’s realising he loves her, it’s way too fucking late.
“No…” he says and she weeps but he’s wiping away her tears and he holds her closer and for the first time in her life, she’s seeing tears in those argent eyes she had grown to adore “…I could have loved you so much more.”*
Here’s the past tense again. Something that could have happened – he could have loved her but he never did, he never got the second chance he wanted because she died in his arms and he would forever hate himself for it. For hurting her, using her, making her a mere replacement when deep down he knew he was a mess without her.
BUT as I said, this is a fix it fic AHAHAHAH SO this is where the angst ends (my apologies eheheh), but remember those three serums that Nathalie made? The ones that heal all wounds???? Yeah, Levi kept one, Hange kept the second one (which they used on Moblit), and Nathalie hid the third one in her bag (that she eventually used to save Erwin).
Levi doesn’t know if it will work. He doesn’t care if someone needs it. He’ll use it on her and he’s going to save her life. She remains unconscious for a couple of days because she’s lost blood, but she survives and maybe they don’t break up. Maybe Levi snaps out of it, and he actually, finally lets their relationship become healthy and happy.
Honestly, I’m not actively a Rivetra shipper (but that’s only cuz it hurts too much and I’m a fucking wimp LMAO) and this fic is an Erwin x OC not a Rivetra fic and that’s why all the rivetra is wayyyyy back in the background (you reminded me with this ask to actually mention them in a scene because it’s been seven chapters and I’ve forgotten about them LMFAO) BUT I SHOULD DEF write this angsty scene as a flashback or a bonus/filler chapter or a oneshot.
But first, I need to get my shit together and stop being lazy and actually write shit LMFAO
TYSM FOR READING MY FIC (yes im repeating myself pls ignore) send me another ask to let me know whether you like this idea of mine or not, cuz I know you want pain, anon, and if you ask for it, I’ll deliver it and they’ll never get their happy ending MUAHAHAHAHAH
I could very nicely have her breaking their engagement and disappearing for (let’s say) four years (ehehehehe) and next time Levi sees her, she has a cute little four-year-old with silver eyes and black hair in her arms EEEHEHEHEHEHE or he could find her working in a brothel in the underground (MORE DRAMAAA) or she could be married to some other man that she doesn’t love (MUAHAHAHA) or she could be dead cuz she committed suicide and he finds out it’s because of him
Lmao, u got many choices, anon, pick whichever you like and lemme know!
*(lmao I used those lines first in a Vincent Valentine x OC fic of mine, go read it 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫)
#snk#aot#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#levi ackerman#rivetra#petra ral#levi x petra#erwin x oc fanfiction#erwin smith fanfiction#snk fanfiction#aot fanfiction#levi ackerman x petral ral
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