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okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions
Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you
Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.
So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.
Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3
Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.
You deserve everything.
So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...
Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.
Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.
But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...
But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.
Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.
Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.
Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.
Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!
Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...
All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.
As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.
As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.
Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.
Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-
He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.
You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now
Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.
And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.
Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.
At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.
Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.
They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!
You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.
Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.
“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”
The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.
You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.
“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.
They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.
Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.
You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.
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Yandere fruity four have a whole thing where they cannot see you bleed, not after what happened in the upside down. So when you fall over playing tag with Robin and Eddie outside and get a smallish cut on your leg, all four of them go crazy. They baby you to death and back
* rubs my little rat hands together *
cws: yandere fruity four, blood, minor/major injuries, scars, !!PTSD!!, angelface has aquaphobia, mental illness, trauma flashbacks, panic attacks, choking, drowning, near-death experiences, very mild emetophobia, mild self-deprecation, post-s4, gn!reader.
One of the first days that you wake up and feel that things are back to normal is in June of 1987. The sun is coming out properly now and brightens the yard with soft, summer rays, the grass is growing in enough to start being trimmed, and it's far too warm to stay in bed for longer than an hour past your usual alarm. Indiana isn't too hot yet, so when you crack open the windows to get a breath of fresh air, you're greeted by a comfortably cool breeze that cuts the warmth radiating off the ground.
Much better than the cold and the snow that kept you inside, although that wasn't the only reason. The world beyond the Harrington's front yard is still a little too scary to breach--but you've got a good amount of space to work with, so long as you stay away from the pool and the woods around the back. It's been drained for a while now though, and Steve reassured you he has no plans to fill it back up.
That first day is a good day, it's refreshing. The next week skirts by with a stream of good things piling in; you all built up the firepit to roast marshmallows, Eddie bought a sprinkler at a garage sale, Nancy and Robin have started buying seasonal fruits and cutting them up to make little salads. There's not much you have to worry about with your new life, but there are obstacles--and you're happy to say you've overcome one when you're especially full of confidence one afternoon, and peek into the garage to ask if Eddie can bring the sprinkler out. Obviously he says yes, a smile on his face as he tugs his gloves off and rolls out from beneath the van, excitedly grabbing the hose and hooking it in so he can take it out and set it up on the front lawn.
You were planning just to run it and watch, maybe stick your hands or toes in to cool off, but Robin comes running down the stairs with a giddy grin and jumps right through it--and at her shriek of it being so cold, you and Eddie both join in to try it and end up running around on the wet grass, laughing and flicking water at each other like children. It's not terrifying like you thought it would be, and you don't immediately break down like you did the first few months of taking showers after the watergate incident. It's the first time in a long time you've been so carefree. It's been even longer since you've thought of a moment as a memory you want to keep forever, of Eddie grabbing you from behind and kissing your cheek under the cool spray, and of you and Robin holding hands and shrieking as he picks the sprinkler up and chases you with it. That feeling ends, though, when you slip on the grass and tumble to the ground with her in tow, a sharp twang of pain running up the side of your calf from nowhere.
"You guys okay?" Eddie calls out, dropping the sprinkler and walking over to where you're laid out on your back, Robin scrambling to sit up at your side like she hadn't also fallen victim to the slippery ground.
"Yeah, I'm good--just fell!" You manage a lighthearted giggle, because that pain you felt is already dull, and you're sure it was just a twig or something that scratched you.
"You're bleeding," But Robin's voice tremors, her dulled and painted nails hovering over your calf as you bend your knee to pull it up. Disbelief runs through you at first--but with a glance and a double take, you realize she's right. You've got a long, thin cut up the side of your leg, and although it's clearly too shallow to do much damage, it's deep enough for blood to pool at the surface of your skin and start trailing downwards in little rivulets. She's stiff right now, and her eyes say too much--they spell out danger, and your first instinct is to cup her cheek in your hand and try to talk her down.
"It's okay, Robbie--calm down, okay? Just breathe."
"You're bleeding...." It pains you even worse because you know exactly what she's thinking, you know the place she's at right now, and it's not gonna be pretty if she doesn't come back to earth and starts reliving all those horrible days you left behind.
"Robin, it's fine, sweetheart. It doesn't even hurt. It's not deep, you don't need to worry, I'm totally fine." She shakes her head--she can't tear her eyes away from the sight of your blood. "Remember what the doctor said? Worst thing you can do is panic? So don't panic, my love."
By the time she's struggling to keep her breaths even, Eddie's knelt down at your side to assess what he just heard. A warm, wet hand grazes your calf to take a look, and you can tell by the shuddered breath he inhales that he's trying really hard not to join Robin in freaking out.
"Let's...let's get you inside. Robin, go-"
"I-I'll get Nancy!" Her assumption is thankfully correct, and she tears off across the lawn to run up into the house, probably taking the stairs two at a time just to get to your girlfriend and boyfriend faster. Eddie sighs, and pulls your arm around his shoulders to help you up, barely letting you put any pressure on your injury as he leads you into the house. Past the front door, towards the kitchen, and helps you up to sit on the nearest chair that he pulls out for you.
"Eddie, I'm fine. Really," You gesture towards the cut--which really is more like a scrape--but you know better than to move your leg or try to get up. Sometimes, as much as you love them, your partners just won't see reason.
"I know. I know you're fine, but...but if you're not-"
"This isn't the same thing. This isn't Vecna." He shudders at the mere mention of the name, but it's the truth and you're not going to just let them flip out. To keep him from pacing, and because you hope it might help, you grab hold of his hand. Upstairs, you can hear animated chattering and then the scraping of chairs, like whoever it was that got up did so in an enormous hurry. "No clocks, no ticking, no visions. Just a cut."
Eddie nods in agreement, but you're not so easily persuaded. "Just a cut." He repeats, his other hand coming up to rub your head and carefully, sweetly stroke your hair.
"Baby!" The two of you both jump when Steve comes skidding into the room, having leapt nearly over the entire banister just to land with a thud and dash in. Nancy and Robin aren't far behind, equally as hurried as they come to crowd around you with panic-stricken looks on their faces. Steve drops to his knees at once to take a look at the cut, while Nancy peers over his head and thankfully breathes a deep sigh of relief when she sees how calm you are.
"Why are you soaked?" Are the first words that come out of her mouth, and only then does it click. Your chest tightens a little, and you feel a cloud hanging over your head, but it makes sense. It wasn't just the cut, or the blood--it's the fact that you're also drenched, your clothes clinging to your skin and your body wracked with a chill that pierces you through the bone.
That night on Lover's Lake was much the same. You'd never been much afraid of boating or swimming, but those circumstances were different--that was when you thought your alternating crushes on your friends were the most painful thing to deal with, back when you kept switching from one to another. From Eddie to Nancy to Steve to Robin and back again, wondering what the hell was wrong with you and why you were so whipped you'd join them on a dinghy in the middle of the night, just to check something out that they swore was something they could never fully explain. You just had to see it, and you'd been so determined to help them that you wouldn't be left behind.
But you did a lot more than seeing when you leaned over the side to look down at whatever 'gate' Steve had found as he clung to the edge of the boat, drenched and handsome as ever. Even though you struggled to piece your memories back together after the ordeal was over, you remember squinting your eyes at a shadow flitting under the water and praying it was just a fish. Nancy's voice had cut through the chatter to ask you what was wrong--and then your arm went under as a tendril burst out to hook around it, and Eddie's hand shot out to grab your hoodie, but you were gone before you could even scream. The boat had rocked from side to side and you heard muffled yelling, screaming of your name that you couldn't call back to. Steve's fingers had grazed your ankle in a flash to catch you as you were yanked through the murk, but even he could do nothing as you were thrust through watergate and thrown into another world, one you never would have believed in if you hadn't been forced to.
After that, you still have only bits and pieces you can recall of the ordeal. Flashes of blood and veiny wings spread out against a crimson sky are the worst, they're the visions you try to forget, especially since you associate them with some of the most biting, stinging agony you've ever felt in your life--at your hips, your legs, and your neck, all of which still bear prominent scars. Choking, you remember choking for so long, until you blinked and Steve was above you--his palms thrusting painfully into your chest, and your throat flooding with water and bile that you spat all over the ground. You remember stumbling through some overgrown forest, the flash of a bike light, cloth being pulled tight around your stomach, and being slumped over someone's back as you rode down semi-familiar streets, but that's the most you can bring to your memory. They've always told you it would be better not to try--that you don't want to remember all the horrors they encountered there. That you don't want to wake up. Wake up.
"Wake up!"
You manage to mumble out a single, incoherent word, before a chord splits through the muffled quiet of your mind and you clap your hands over your ears, bass thrumming so loud you feel like your brain's bouncing around inside your skull. It's not totally inaccurate though, because there's an ache in your neck and fingers painfully dug into your shoulders as whoever it is stops shaking you, yells for the music to be shut off, and then worriedly encourages you to open your eyes.
"Huh?" Still completely dazed, you hone in on two warm, sweet-looking brown eyes when your own blink open, before zoning back out and letting yours wander towards every angle of the room. Your head is almost lolling back, trying to get a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary--anything that would reveal that you're still in that other world, and only when you're reassured that everything's real do you look down at Steve's terrified expression. "What's...wrong? Steve?"
Even your voice feels discombobulated, you raise your hand to your neck to touch it, as if you could feel if something was wrong just by feeling it. But it drifts to his throat instead, and you run your thumb over the long scar that's still there--the one that matches yours. Steve doesn't utter a word, just stares up at you from his knees before finally managing to breathe again.
Robin and Nancy are standing over him, and you can see they're just as scared--but Eddie's gone, and before you can ask where he is, his sneakers squeal against the linoleum as he rushes back into the kitchen. In his hands, he's got a tape. The bright sticker on the side of it warns you that it's the one he carries with him everywhere, with nothing but your name written on the tracklist along with Steve's, Robin's, Nancy's, and his own.
"F..False alarm. False alarm." Nancy finally turns back and nods at him, just barely making it to one of the chairs at the table before she collapses into it in a fit of hiccups, like she's trying not to cry and just holding it all in. Robin hits the ground behind Steve and she buries her face in his back, hands clutching at his shirt while his trail down to grab each of yours. It's only in those moments that your senses really come back to you, and you feel an immense wave of guilt settle on your shoulders at what must have looked like a dire situation. You've had those flashbacks before where you've dissociated completely out of the realm of reality--but this must have been a long one, you can feel it, because your body's sore from being jostled so much and your leg is all wrapped up. You've got a towel draped around your neck. You've missed a decent chunk of time, but you're sure it felt like a lifetime for them.
"I'm sorry..." You whimper, hating their body language and their expressions and wishing you could just go back to when you were having fun--and wishing that you would just stop having these episodes already, for God's sakes.
"Don't!" Steve shakes his head, strands of perfect chestnut hair flicking to and fro as he does so. He tightens his grip and pulls your arms closer, a kiss placed on your knuckles in the hope of offering some reassurance. "Don't be sorry--you didn't do anything wrong. This was out of your control."
If Robin wasn't clinging to him, you can sense by his shoulders hunching towards you that he would be moving in for a hug--one of those warm, tight ones that crush you against his hard chest, but couldn't be a better place for you to cry into. You don't really feel the urge to, but surely once some time has passed the reality of what just happened will really hit you. The relative silence in the room is biting into you, and the shakiness of your own voice betrays that. "Are you okay?"
He nods at once, one hand finally moving away to pat Robin's thigh. "Yeah. Little shaky, but I'm okay. You okay, Rob?"
"I'm fine. Just...almost passed out." Robin's voice is muffled in Steve's shirt, but by the comparably calmer sigh that escapes her, you believe it. You turn your head to Nancy, sitting just across the table from you, and reach your newly-freed hand out to clasp over hers. The tight squeeze is enough to say more than she can get out at the moment.
"I'll be fine, soon. I need a minute." She rubs her temples, focusing on breathing in and out and nothing else. Eddie's who you're really afraid for, though, and he's just staring in cold silence from across the room. He only takes one step when you look his way and shoves the tape in his pocket, but after a pause, he takes plenty more to come right up to your side.
"God, I'm glad you're alive," He grabs both sides of your face, and tilts your head up to plant the sweetest, deepest kiss on your lips. He tastes of smoke and sweat, bitterly warm on your tongue as he shows you his affection--something you thought you'd never get when you were sure you had died. "Never letting you go again."
It sits there in the air. Never letting you go. You've heard it in movies and read it in books, although you thought that if you ever heard someone say that to you, it would be.....well, it wouldn't be like this. But it quirks a smile up on your lips at the thought that this is what you've got, this is the reward you've been given for following your heart straight into death. At least you can say you're nothing if not loyal, even though you sometimes feel like you're just....crazy. Like you belong in the nuthouse. They've tried to reassure you you're not, but there's always that inkling in the back of your head. The looks people in the town give you when you go out don't help, either--especially the ones that boldly declared you as one of Eddie's failed victims. That one was especially hard to overcome.
"I...okay. I'm gonna go bring the sprinkler in." Eddie's hands linger on your face, and he seems to evaluate something for a moment before giving in, and pressing another delightfully wet kiss to your mouth. Only after that can he break away, and get himself walking towards the front door--mumbling quietly all the while that he's gonna find whatever hurt his baby and make it pay. To think, this is the man people thought had tried to sacrifice you....how ludicrous.
"Yeah, um...S-Steve, c'mon." Nancy, finally managing to pull herself together, gestures towards him in a way they both seem to understand--and you let out a squeak when he gets to his feet, and slides his arms around your waist to haul you up in a bridal carry, while Robin uses him to pull herself up and messily dry the tears she was hiding.
"H-Hey, it's okay! I can walk-"
"Nope." Steve interjects, waiting for Nancy to take Robin gingerly by the arm and lead her towards the stairs, whispering low enough into her ear that you can't make out what she's saying. Your girlfriend seems to start perking up when she hears it though, so whatever reassurances she's offering, they must be pretty good. "While Sir Eddie is securing the yard, you're gonna be spending some time with us." He raises his brows, that smoldering wink shooting sparks of youthful giddiness into your belly. It's hard not to smile and give in when he's being coy--the flirt in him just always manages to capture your heart, even when he's carrying you up the stairs despite you being certain you can do these things on your own. "Nance still has to finish her article, so we'll just hang out with her til it's done, kay?"
As he reaches the top step, you hear the distinct clanging of something being thrown around in the area of the garage, Eddie's distant swearing filtering through the open windows all over the house before he slams the door shut. Knowing him, he probably got all caught up in the hose and tripped himself, the visual of which evoking a laugh from you that nearly startles Steve as he walks with you into the master bedroom. Nancy's got her desk in there with all of her papers, photos, and notebooks scattered all over the top, a lamp on a bendable frame aimed from above so she can arrange things as precisely as she likes. She's already eased Robin into the bed, a kiss pressed to her forehead that she leans right into--and when Steve comes around the other side and slowly sets you down beside her, she's quick to pull an arm around you and nuzzle herself right into your side to get nice and comfortable.
"It's not gonna take too long, okay?" Nancy glances over her shoulder to look at you after she takes her seat, the second chair by her side soon giving a squeak as Steve drops himself into it. "I just have to organize the spread so I can send it in. Then we'll do something fun, okay?"
Her content smile feels more hollow than usual--you can kinda tell when she's masking her feelings to make everyone else comfortable, versus when she's really showing her emotions. But that's to be expected after what she just went through, so you're not about to pry. Usually it's a lot harder for them to vent to you than it is to each other, because they've admitted themselves they're sensitive to putting too much stress on you, and the doctor himself had warned you to avoid straining yourself lest your heart give out on you. That's a big worry for them too....worrying about you.
Soon enough, though, Eddie comes hustling up the stairs and bursts into the bedroom, narrowly avoiding a frustrated jab when he almost sweeps a pile of scribbled notes off the table--but he looks happy, sweaty and happy, and kicks off his sneakers to climb into bed next to you with a bowl full of cut fruit in his hands. He sets it delicately in your lap, having haphazardly tossed handfuls of the little cubes into it out of the tupperware containers Nancy was keeping them in, and pops a chunk of pineapple in his mouth with an uncanny grin.
"Showed that branch who's boss," He declares proudly through a half-chewed mouthful of fruit, before nuzzling your cheek with his nose and stuffing some more into his gob. It's a convenient way to distract you from Robin's fidgeting, as well as Nancy and Steve's hushed conversation that he glosses over by blabbing on about his newest potential escapades that he's got ideas for regarding the next Hellfire campaign. The best thing to do for you after an episode is give you something positive to focus on, they've found, and Eddie's pretty good at finding things to talk about that just hook you right in and keep you attentive to him, and little else.
You're not delicate, after all, you're strong. But the world has proven to be quite unkind to you, and clearly you've had too much exposure to those things that remind you of that awful, awful day. So does it not make sense to keep you safe, and take all those potential dangers away? It's not like you'll be lonely, after all. You'll have them! And that's all you need--just them.
#yandere fruity four#yandere fruity four x reader#fruity four#fruity four x reader#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#eddie munson x reader#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#anons
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“I Hate that I Love You”
Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader )Part 1(
Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:
Stalking
gaslighting
Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.
After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.
“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.
You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.
Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.
#yandere nancy wheeler#Isaiah’s Idiocy#fruity four#stranger things x reader#nancy x reader#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#nancy stranger things#halloween time#Nancy x Fem reader#nancy wheeler x y/n#bisexual nancy wheeler#robin buckley x nancy wheeler
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this is a side blog for reblogs and the like ! will be a mix of a few fandoms, jus whatever i find interesting :]
#for future me. the link is not a prank it is the charts you keep looking for#trust me king i am literally you#[ tangible reminders ]#[ written ] : [ crows ]#[ written ] : [ genshin ]#[ written ] : [ yandere ]#[ drawn ] : [ genshin ]#[ drawn ] : [ wh ]#[ memed ] : [ genshin ]#[ genshin ] : [ yandere ]#[ bonded ] : [ triplets of the hearth ]#[ bonded ] : [ the fruity four ]#[ bonded ] : [ kavetham ]#[ bonded ] : [ ragbros ]#[ darling ] : [ zhongli ]#[ darling ] : [ regrator ]#[ darling ] : [ baizhu]#[ darling ] : [ lovers ]#[ darling ] : [ dottore ]
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ur so real for ur eddie and chrissy bi panic cus everytime i come across a “eddie and chrissy x Steve and reader” piece i lose my marbles
or a fruity four (steddie, steve and Nancy, robin and Nancy) x reader I go feral like a dog in heat ESPECIALLY THE YANDERE ONES
sucks that they never include argyle (<33) and jonathan in the fruit basket but the st fandom is creative af for alla that
I'm telling you, smoking weed and getting freaky with Jonathan and Argyle is something I've thought about. Very delicious
I'm not a fan of Nancy, it's just her personality I don't like, Natalia Dyer is so sweet and so hot that I'd ignore all of Nancy's red flags lolol
But Chrissy and Eddie are my faves ❤️
I'm telling you they made the adult cast of stranger things so hot and for what?
Sadie Sink is so fine too but her character is underage so I'll just admire the actress with heart eyes lolol
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STRAWBERRY ALCOHOL SUPREMACY i love me my fruity lil drinks
speaking of fruity, i will fuck yandere hyuck no questions asked.
thanks -💚
strawberry daiquiris will be the death of me. i love love love them. usually if i'm feeling up for it i buy like a pack of four BUT i found a big ass bottle so i got that instead!!
i too will fuck yandere hyuck. all day every day. no breaks. nope.
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Just a Masterlist of fics I like~ thats it!! WIP!
(Gonna link these later)
(Also they are all empty rn💀)
CW: occasionally Yandere stuff, but I’ll add warnings if anything 😎👍
★ Fruity Four (Stranger Things)
★ Robin Buckley
Regina George
Lady Nagant (have non in mind non lol) might write my own honestly
Koing (she’s my bgg)
Billy Kid
Mirko
Aphrodite
Ramona Flowers
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Mini psa abt assistant kun ! !
When yall talk or metion assistant kun, please don't romanticize his behaviour to much. I don't mind people calling him obsessed but please don't make him into a "uwu yandere assistant" guy.
He's not a yandere, he's a 30 year old man that needs serious help. Before anyone mentions fruity four, I dont mind how he's portrayed there, just if nobody makes his obsessive behaviour 'cute' or anything I'm okay with it.
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I was struck with an idea while baking (a very odd time considering my idea lol), and so I am here to request something for when you can do it. A oneshot with yandere DreamXD, where in order to make sure his darling stays with him until the end of time (or maybe not that long but still a very long time), he has the people of the village they live in execute them?
Perhaps he had them framed for a crime, or something similar to the Salem witch trials, but one way or another they end up in their own limbo with only him for company, where he can keep them safe and away from the rest of the world. Forever.
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Lol sorry it took me so long to get to this 😅
Triggers: manipulative behavior, deception, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, description of being burned alive (in detail), death, taking advantage of someone's emotional state, and heavy yandere like behavior. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING.
Enjoy
DreamXD
Happily Ever After
The widow's currents swayed back and forth with the breeze. The smell of the hot pie travelled through the house. It's aroma tracked down your nose, so you may suffocate in the glory of its rich and fruity smell. A breath of the sweet air was taken in, with a smile gracing your lips. The sun shined in from the window behind you, caressing your back with its warmth. It's yellow gold light danced around the room with the afternoon clear sky. The muffled sounds of birds rang through your ears, as your eyes glazed the slight of their shadows bouncing about in the sky. Your hands subconsciously rubbed circles in the newly folded blanket on your lap. Your legs folded under you, and quickly became numb. The feeling of pins and needles on your feet and toes knocked you out from your trance. You looked down at the blanket you held. It's yarn threads weaved together in and out of themselves, allowing the blanket to depict a ballet of colors. The different pigments danced together, tangling themselves into each other. Your hand gently squeezed the blanket as you bit your lip. A weak and pitiful attempt to hold back your tears.
Unsurprisingly, the attempt failed. As mini streams began to leave your eyes, small sobs left your now bleeding lip. Though, your small sobs only lasted, but a few seconds before a creek from your window seal filled the room. This quickly made you face the sound, only to be faced by your familiar deity friend. DreamXD, or as you call him, XD. The mask is placed on his face with the infamous XD placed on it, the 'D' being a hole for one emerald eye to peek out. The god tilted his head in confusion. He currently sat atop of your bed, with one pair of his arms holding onto the bed, while he stretched out enough to be face to face with you.
You looked at him with shock and surprise, sewing it's expression onto your face. But alas, tears still swelled up in your eyes. This is when the deep, yet soothing voice of the deity spoke.
"Mortal, why do your eyes water your skin with their sorrow?" His poetic words always amazed you with the way they rolled off his tongue so naturally.
You smile softly at your friend’s concern. He could be so sweet at times. Another hand from a different pair of arms came to make contact with your cheek. It’s warm palm was comforting, and reminded you of your mother giving you hot cocoa on winter days. This thought only caused you to cry more. As the tears had just stopped, they started up again. In a swift motion that took the god by surprise, you set the blanket down, and jumped into XD’s arms. This action caused the god to freeze for a moment, not knowing how to react to this action. He was never good with humans, as long as you could remember.
It didn’t surprise you when XD suddenly froze up at the sudden contact. It usually took him a few minutes to finally comprehend the situation and reciprocate the action back. And this situation was no different, it took him a good five minutes to finally feel him hug you back. As normal, you felt four arms hug you back. Two around your upper back that hugged you tightly, and two on your lower back that hung loosely.
“Mortal, you did not answer my previous inquiry. What event has caused this sudden change in emotional state?”
“I…it's just some old memories XD. And I just need someone here right now..”
XD only hummed with a simple response, not seeing a point to make you further elaborate. You would tell him later-on anyways. You always did, you always spilled what was on your mind to XD. For some reason he was just so easy to trust and talk to. Maybe it was his lack of response that made you feel safe from judgment. Or the way that he seemed to not even listen, and you could just spill your thoughts without worry. Whenever you vented to him, his clawed fingers always entangled themselves in your hair. Even if your hair might be buzzed, he would still rub his hands over your head. Almost like he has never touched a human. One set of arms would have themselves wrapped around you, and the other set played with your face and head. His touches always felt like silk, and his soft hums in response melted like honey. He was so gentle, always like you were going to break. You were never sure if his gentle nature was with every mortal around him, or just you. You never questioned his silky touches, just accepted them as they came.
This time was no different than those in the past. As the low ticking of a clock in the background repeated its noise, time passed by. And with the passing of time you found yourself hugging a pillow in XD’s lap while you explained your troubles to him. And like he had done before and would likely always do, he hummed in reply.
In time it had felt like you spilled your entire life story to this God. But neither of you two were ever once bothered by it. For you, it was just nice to have someone to listen to. And for XD, he loved to listen to your voice.
If he was being honest, he didn't even listen to half of the word that left your mouth. To him it was all just jumbled emotional garbage that he couldn't even understand. He just loved the way your vocal cords strumbed to play the beautiful sound of your voice. The way words danced together off your tongue and onto the invisible notes leading into his ears.
XD had been visiting you for a while, in hopes that you would one day fall in love with him, as he had for you. But alsa, that had yet to happen. XD had been seeing you for almost a year now, yet you had not fallen for him.
He could only wonder what he was doing wrong. He had done all the steps that the other gods told him. Maybe he wasn't being affected enough?
XD was about to speak, when suddenly your head spiked up from it's past position. Your eyes were wide, but not with fear. But more of the remainder of a forgotten thought. You quickly stood up and dropped the pillow you were holding. It lands on the ground with a soft 'pat'.
Your bare feet quickly rushed you in the direction of the kitchen. Where your, now likely cold, pie still sat in the window seal. Your hands extended and grabbed the metal pie pan, and carried it from the window to the counter. The smooth outside winds carried into the house. And as you turned back to walk back to your room, you saw XD poking his head from the oak doorway of the hallway.
A soft smile graced your lips as you waved your godly friend over. He obeyed your offer and floated out from the hallway, a small woosh sound coming from him when he moved. As XD approached closer he eyed the pie.
"What is that?" He asked with a query.
"Oh, that is a pie. Humans eat it, most commonly as a desert. But people can also have it as a little snack too." You answered thoughtfully.
"Is it only for a snack and dessert? Will you be arrested if you eat it at any other time?" He tilted his head and poked his clawed hand at the pie.
"What?" You laughed, "No, you can eat it whenever you like. It is just most commonly eaten in those ways."
"Oh. I see, may I have some of this strange human delicacy?"
"Of course! Just let me grab a pie cutter." You spoke, with your words surfing through the air, completely obvious to the coming threat.
As you reached for the pie cutter, three big hard thuds landed themselves on your door. The thuds allowed themselves into your home and let themselves invade your ears.
The sudden intrusion caused you to yelp and jump.
"U-um...Just a minute!" You said loud enough for the unknown being out to hear. "Just give me a moment XD." You spoke kindly. Completely unaware of the sly smirk under the god's mask.
You made quiet quick steps to your front door, and you opened the door.
In front of you stood the majority of your village with pitchforks and fires. The sheriff stood with a stern expression.
"(Name) (Last name), you have been accused and convicted of practicing witch magic from an anonymous tip, with convincing evidence."
You weren't given a second to react before you were being manhandled out of your home by two men.
"Huh?! No! Wait! I have done no such thing!" You yell in rebellion, and fight against the men.
But alas, no matter how hard you cried they did not let you go.
They only gripped you tighter. You called out for XD, but earned no response.
Tears were quick to invite themselves to the party as they rained down from your eyes. Your songful sobs were the music to this shit show, and your thrashing limbs, a weak attempt to escape this party you didn't want to be at.
All while XD just stood at your home, in front of your pie. A long sigh left his lips.
"I do apologize for your painful oncoming death, my little mortal. I have tried everything to have you become mine without force. But you never really were one for picking up signals, even when you were a little child. But you have no need to worry anymore. You will be safe soon, in the heavens with me. Where we shall spend the rest of eternity together. For I am yours and you are mine. We can not live without one another. You spill your secrets and thoughts to me, and I will show you the meaning of life and love. I have nothing to hide from you, and soon you will have nothing to hide from me." He spoke with a heavenly tone, as his clawed hand drew a smiley face into the cold pie.
"And we can eat all of the delicacies of the gods together. I promise."
XD spoke to himself, he often did about you.
But you were not there to hear his beautiful rambling, for you were now being tied to a giant wooden pillar, with a fire being set up below you. Tears still rained from your face, your voice had given in for now. And people's cruel words filled your head and ears. How could they turn on you this quickly? Why you? How you? How did they believe some anonymous tip over one of their own people?
You only pried that it wouldn't hurt, but you were only lying to yourself. And you know it.
Because when the fire was lit, so were you. And you could feel every part of it. Whether that be the way your skin slowly tightened around, before it felt like it was going to snap. It constricted and pulsed with the head. Your face felt like it was going to melt, like your skin was going to slowly fall off like goop, but it didn't. Your hair filled your nose, its rotten smell of being burned. Your body hurt. Your head hurt. Your heart hurt. Everything flooded you at that moment, your life, your feelings, and your thoughts. They all hit you with the weight of a thousand iron golems.
Yet no one helped you as you burned to death. They only laughed and taunted you, how cruel.
But when life finally did have mercy on you, everything went black. No more burning, no more thoughts, and no more feelings.
Just black.
No even black.
Colorless.
Was this the afterlife? A place full of nothing? A constant shell of falling? Well..you wish. But, life will never be kind to you with it's gifts.
As you woke up, you felt like you were being held. As your eyelids forced themselves open, a bright white light greeted you, and a blacked out figure stood above you.
A small grumble left your dry lips as you attempted to move your stiff body. But you quickly stopped when a familiar voice spoke.
"Do not move so quickly, my mortal. You may hurt yourself. Take a moment to rest, moving too quickly is certain to end up in a mishap."
"H-huh...XD…?"
A soft chuckle filled your head, "Yes my dear. I welcome you to the heavens. We can finally become one." His voice was filled with an unfamiliar tone.
It was scary to you. It was like he was sickly happy.
"Wha?...one?..." You slowly began to sit up, and as you did you were able to look around.
Your heart dropped. Around you was the most beautiful room you had ever seen. The furniture looks so expensive that not even the wealthy could afford it. The carpet you laid drape on was made of the finest soft hide. And the lap that you sat in was covered with flowy and loose silks. You were as well dressed in a similar gown, and robe. Its colors were decorated with a bright green, soft white, and stunning gold. The colors danced together like the colors of a rich sunset. But these colors were not of nature. They were from somewhere other than this world. Maybe somewhere in space.
Your eyes glided up to meet an oh so familiar mask. And an even more familiar green eye.
"Do you like your clothing my love? I picked them out myself." He spoke like a proud child.
In a weakened attempt, you tried to pull away from XD, unsurprisingly you failed. "XD, explain to me, what is going on." Your tone was firm and serious.
"Do you not understand my love? I have taken you to the heavens so we may love and live together. Without any village or other mortal bothering us. I may finally love you. I did this for you. I apologize for your gruesome and painful death. But that was the only way I could guarantee your successful travel to the heavens."
"Wait...you were the reason I burned?!" Your eyes spoke of heartbreak, but your voice spoke of rage.
"Well yes, but I did it for the great or good! And think of this my love. Do you really think those nasty neighbors care for you if they were able to get rid of you so easily?"
"Well I-..."
"Exactly, if they did care about you they wouldn't have burned you. Do not ignore the cruel words they yelled at you while you burned. Or how rough they were on your soft skin…" he spoke with a venom in his voice, and his clawed fingers traveled up and down your arms.
But you didn't pull away this time. You only listened to his truthful lies.
You knew it was fake, but..was it?
It didn't matter in your eyes. Because you were safe now. Safe to live out your days with your only friend.
Legend has it that the pie still sits on the counter to this day, with that smiley face still engraved into it. To let the story live on as a warning to all. It shall sit there. Untouched and unaged….
Word count: 2,608
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Thanks for reading!
#yandere dream x you#yandere dreamxd#dreamxd x reader#dreamxreader#dreamxd#yandere dsmp#dsmp x y/n#dsmp x you#dsmp x reader#yandere dream smp#dream smp x y/n#dream smp x reader#dream smp x you
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So it says you requests are open so what about a fantasy erasermic family maybe they are royal are something idk (getting to close to the wonderland one lol) but the reader has a love interest and one night they have a party or ball something like that and the reader sneaks off to find the love interest but then shinsou or eri follows them and sees they are kissing when I think of this idea I think of the song ‘fairytale’ well I’m sorry if this is a studious idea and wasting your time bai bai
YANDERE FANTASY ROYAL FAMILY ERASERMIC X READER
Warning, contains a very, very, brief mention of the reader seeing something sexual, just so readers know
(Hi! I’m really sorry taht I changed some of it, but it hi it hot this way I could get a better plot line down, so it would be easier to read, I kept the rest the same, but changed the “finds you kissing”. Again, really sorry! I can rewrite it if you wnat!)
Also I impulsively wrote this at 2:00 I the morning because I liked the idea so much, it was so cute!
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There was one night a year when the town was able to come close to the royal family, the most anyone ever sees of them is from behind a fence, being protected by many, many bodyguards, they are the rulers of a whole contingent afterall, so of course they need to be protected. Everyone here is just lucky they were able to stay in this town, near them. You included. Your parents owned a small bakery on scuttle street, they are quite famous to the people in this town for their pastries and pies, always crafted to perfection. You just helped with the ingredients, and worked counter, you’d met your fiancé at the bakery, he worked to knead the dough for pastries and breads, you’d grown closer, and eventually, bam, you fell in deep, deep love.
You actually had never attended the ball, your parents always did, but never you, there was always a rush to get something for the royals before the ball, and it was a known fact taht the little girl liked sweets, so every time, right before the ball, there would be about 100 people coming in and out with a pastry, and you, little old you, are always forced to work counter that night. It’s always miserable, because you run out of things pretty fast, and when you have to explain it to customers, they get really pissed, so you have to deal with that for like 4 hours. So it’s safe to say, you were REALLY excited to go this year.
Your mother had lent you a gorgeous ballgown ,a sparkly silver that’s swished with every moment, your arms were adorned with velvet gloves, and your hair was swooped up in a pristine ponytail/bun (if your hair is short imagine it’s immaculately styled), just everything about you looked so regal, you’re absolutely gorgeous, the moment your fiancé Layed eyes on you he gasped, letting the beauty soak in.
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah… you look amazing”
And when you arrived it was… slightly underwhelming, yeah sure, the aesthetic of the place was gorgeous, crystal chandeliers, golden thrones, ball gowns, just beautiful. But once you get Over the flare of it, you’re just talking to a bunch of old ladies who like your cookies, and it doesn’t help that your fiancé had disappeared, you’d been holding a fruity drink that you couldn’t tell if you liked, and sitting down in the corner of the room, boredly counting the tiles at your feet.
“I NOW ANNOUCE, THE ROYAL FAMILY OF (NAME)” an echoing voice sounded throughout the large ballroom, and everything went silent. Eyes were held directly ont he door, and immediately everyone was bowing down on the flooor, so naturally, you threw yourself on the ground with them, no way in hell you were getting executed for disrespect, as others had in the past. Then the doors opened, and in walked four figures, eyes searching the crowd for a certain someone.
Yes, you. It may come as a suprise, like, what is the ROYAL FAMILY doing looking for a small peasant girl? Well, that comes with a long story. But in short, shinso had seen you when you were nothing but a little girl, crying in the streets as you’d gotten lost and couldnt find your parents, from there he’d just kinda.. watcned you, which got his family interested in who was peaking the interest of their one and only prince, then they met you… little, innocent, you. Just completely oblivious to everything but the bakery, and they love it, they love you. It started out innocent, just checking in every now and then, but then they got obsessed. You don’t belong out there, you’re gonna get hurt! that… that scum doenst deserve to marry you! You can’t marry! Your way to little for that! They’ll just take advantage of you.
The one time where they could finally snatch you up without raising suspicion would be in these balls, in reality, they hated them, it was just a bunch of poor people trying to get on their “good side” to get a handout, or a favor, or a bragging stone. They don’t have a good side though, that’s reserved for you, and you only. But you never came, and each time they cursed your parents for making you work so hard, you’ll never have to lift a finger agiain after this, that’s a promise. But this year you got off, as they sent a personal letter to your parents, telling them they “hoped to see them at the counter tonight”… idiots of course.they had paid a mistress to do some… things to a certain fiancé of yours. So it’s all been planned out, you aren’t leaving the palace tonight.
“Yes, yes. We must thank you all for coming on this fine night, and we hope you enjoy the luxury of our castle, exploration Is allowed, we will ask you all to stay out of any upstairs units, and the west wing, as this is our personal spaces, and that must not be impeded on. With that, have a great night at our annual ball!” King mic announced, his voice carrying through the room, and so everybody (including you) got up from their bowing positions, and you made your way through the bustling crowd to find your future husband, where in the he’ll could get even be?
“God dangit, too many hallways” you muttered under your breath, making your way down the left hallway, trying to find any sight of a human, turns out you wandered pretty far after a little while, you’d made it all the way to the garden. Which was al the way I’m the left side, far, far away from where you originally started. You took a moment to admire the scenery, the flowers, the butterfly’s, the stars, everything.
Wow… it’s amazing, jsut genuindly, amazing. Your favorite flower, lilac, was displayed virtually everywhere, and it smelled, so, so, good, Like someone had just sprayed the most amazing perfumes all around you. You haven’t ever had time to garden before, but now, oh now you’re tottaly gonna try. Then, you started hearing some odd noises, like a woman, was in pain. Kindof muffled yells and screams, like she was hurting, then a loud yell of “fuck yes” echoed through the area, and you were just in confusion. As any person would do in an odd situation, you investigated, inching slowly closer to the glass greenhouse, and peering through the window, the sight was horrible.
There your fiancé was, another girl in his arms, in a very, intimate position, neither of them fully clothed. Then You realized what was happening, and tears formed in your eyes, had he really just given up on you after a few minutes of being away? You just stared at them for another moment, not believing the sight before your eyes, and before you could break out in full blown sobs, you ran away, back through the garden. You loved him, you loved him, you really REALLY loved him, you thought he loved you the same, he’s expressed it in songs and poems before, he’s even said it straight. So, why?
In your running away, you hadn’t realized the tall figure standing there, two of them actually, one significantly smaller than the other. And so, you bumped into one, your dress swayed heavily behind you at the slow stop, and your breath hitched seeing who it was… holy shit you just bumped into the king, and the strict one at that, oh you’re so screwed.
“I-uh- your highness, my apologies” you spluttered out, straightening up and trying to compose yourself , just for one moment. Aizawa almost melted right there, and eri was silently noting how sad you looked. He took a moment to acknowledge your Teary eyes, the small streams of makeup running done your cave, the long rip in your dress, and he connected the dots. He knew you would be upset, he thought he was prepared… he wasn’t, you just look so upset, he’s gonna kill that man, and that woman, who in the hell thinks they can cheat on you?
“What’s a little thing like you doing out here? All alone? Are you alright dear?” He questioned, bending down to meet your height, oh Cmon, how come whenever you just calm yourself down, that someone asks you if you’re okay? You’re obviously not, so why even ask? With that, you broke down, you tried t keep it in, you really did, but then a few whimpers came out, along with a few stray tears, and then the whole waterworks started. A sob left your lips, and you almost fell to the ground, but the tall man was able to catch you before it could happen.
“I’m s-sorry, this is really- I’m sorry, please j-just give me a moment “ you tried to warn, attempting to force the tears to go back into your eyes, you felt humiliated, crying in front of a king? Your mom would just slap you across the face if she heard of it. Before you could protest for a longer time though, Aizawa did nothing but huge you close to his chest, stroking your hair with a surprisingly gentle touch, eri hugged your leg, smiling into your velvety dress.
“It’s quite alright, just let it out, let it all out.” He cooed, he’s just doing his job okay? You’re like.. you’re like his daughter, no.. you ARE his daughter, jsut from a different family, that’s all. It’s a fathers job to comfort their little daughter when she’s crying, or upset, and it’s a big sisters job to make sure their little sis is alright, they’re just doing their jobs! You couldn’t even register what was happening, as, you know, you were fully sobbing because your one true love just cheated on you, and that was all you could really think about.
“Don’t be sad, nobody Should be sad on solstice night! Was someone mean to you! Someone was a meanie weren’t they?”he little greyheaded girl spoke, looking up at you, who is just a bubbling mess, you tried to send her a smile, muttering a “yeah, he really did” under your breaths and sobs, and she could swear that she saw red. It wasn’t like you deserved it! You would never deserve something like this! She barely knew. Anything about marriage, as her parents had shielded her form that idea, but boy did she know it could cause some serious heartbreak, proven by your clear lack of happiness.
She wanted to rip that man apart
No, she would rip that man apart
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Bu the end of your little crying session, you had come to realize what you’d just done, that was probably a criminal offense, disrespectful behavior towards them, yet not once had they tried to reprimand you for it, instead, the man had held you the whole time, shushing you when your cries got louder, and holding you close. It was almost odd how casual they were about it, they never touched anyon, usually people badge to stay 10 feet away ithout permission, so… why were they so sweet to you?
Literally 3 hours ahd passed, three hours, THREE HOURS, you cried for three hours straight, and they hadn’t stopped you. In fact, the king had picked you up and placed you on a couch in a different room, they had even draped a fluffy blanket over you, and princess eri was sitting with her head in your lap. The ball was long ended when you’d finished, guess heartbreak really does something to you huh? They were… acting odd. Treating you like you were nothing but a small child, like you knew no better, it was weird, you didn’t really like it. They were royals, you could barely process why they were tolerating you, let alone why they were babying you, being sweet to you.
“Do you want some tea befor You go home, i can Have the staff prepare you a little snack if you girls want? “ king hizashi spoke, both him and his son had walked into the lavish living room not too long ago, seeing at the adorable scene of his two daughters cuddled up together, then he saw the puffy doe eyes of yours, and the tear stained cheeks, and it was safe to say, he was gonna commit homicide, someone was gonna die today.
“Mm hmm-daddy! That would be really nice” eri spoke, smiling up at her yellow haired father, he knew the best herbalist in the world, so his tea was by far-the best thing that could ever Grace someone’s lips, fit for a princess, fit for you. It took a few claps, and a few minutes., but eventually, tea had arrived, along with some small tarte like things, that you recognized, as your father had made them earlier in the day.
“I’m really sorry about this your highnesses, thank you all for being so generous and gifting me your time.” You praised, finally calm enough to make full scentences without breaking them. You tried to remember the etiquette book your mother forced you to read, remembering slivers of how to act around the royal family’s of the seven continents. Your comment was brushed off almost immediately, with a humble remark from both shinso and aizawa.
“You shouldn’t be sorry honey, we’re glad that we could help you, you deserve the world, and then some, no tears should be able to ruin that” shinso spoke, sitting down next to you, and picking up one of the gorgeous-probably-worth-more-than-your-life tea cups form the golden platter. Holding it up to your mouth, you realized he was trying to get you to drink soon enough… you could do it yourself you know?
“Just drink up my dear, you lost a lot of liquid while crying, it’s good, I promise.” The black haired king spoke from his chair, tapping his lips to motion for you to actually drink it, he ended up being right, the tea was absolutely great, it wasn’t too hot, but it also wasn’t too cold, and it was also in your favorite flavor, so it was quite nice. You were just confused why they hadn’t cast you out of the palace yet. Almost immediately, a wave of half nausea half tiredness washed over you like a tsunami. Your eyes blurred, your hands felt numb, and your breathing became slightly more shallow.
“Woah. Uhm- sir, I-uh- woah, I feel kinda sick” you spoke, trying to get out the words, you grabbed onto shinsos hand unknowingly for support, what’s happening? The family paid no mind to the sudden sleekness, they did plan this after all, there is a reason eri hasn’t drink any of the tea. They just need you to take a little nap so they can get you properly dressed, and out of That peasants garment.
“Oh it’s alright honey, just sit back and try it stay calm alright? I know you’re feeling sleepy right now, but you can’t freak out or you’ll get hurt” mic spoke, and you bolted into your get, standing up, barefoot, as your heels had been discarded ages ago. Immediately you regretted that decision, as another wave hit you, and your vision started to go fuzzy, like the static of a tv, you fell forward into Aizawa, sinking into his chest, the warmth almost made you fall asleep then and there. What’s happening? What was in that tea.
“Oh-oh, it’s alright, just go to sleep for me, it’ll all be okay baby, we’ll be here when you wake up, that tea made you feel icky didn’t it.” Aizawa stated, letting the static feeling deep through your body, rendering you immobile. He rubbed curcles into your back, whiel the others watched, envious of the contact with you. You let a few more confused tears leave your eyes, on fear, and confusion, and with that, you were out like a light. Al snuggled up in aizawas chest, cuddling close to his warmth, your breaths stayed shallow, and he pulled you even closer. You finally are theirs, they finally got you, you’re with them now, they’re gonna keep you safe and sound. Aizawa kisses your forehead, cradling your head
“Sweet dreams princess”
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Ohohohlhlhlhkhohhoohhoohohoh, this was super fun to write, and I’m pretty sure the anon who keeps calling me “bai” has amazing ideas, every. Single. Time.
Thank your for requesting! It was super fun to write and I really liked it!
Have a wonderful day today! Goodbye anon!
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Bar Nights | Dabi x Reader
Warnings: drinking (obvi), boss/worker affiliation, death/murder, straight smut (with a plot)
A/N: I'd say this is based in the US, plus a little bit of dark content. darker than my usual-ish, no yandere tho. also this was SO long I didnt edit it oopsie sorry
It was getting late; around three-am late, to be exact. I sat freshly cleaned shot glasses down on a towl, then moved to the end of the bar. The new hours had me messed up, some of my day shifts worked into doubles which turned into night shifts, making me leave around three or four in the morning.
Walking into the back break room, I grabbed up my purse and keys. Then I proceeded to open my bosses door, to say goodbye. When I did, I found he was asleep at the desk. I giggled a bit, seeing Dabi so tired. It was odd a man so young was running the bar. I was the youngest mixer but that was average. To be twenty-three running a night bar was very, very odd.
Still, I walked over and put my jacket I had in hand over his shoulders and turned off the lights to his office. I needed sleep before my next shift, which was at seven the next night. Usually I catch the young clubbing crowd, which means a lot of fruity mixes.
My apartment wasn't but a block away, so leaving Dabi resting, I decided to head out. Immediately I regretted leaving my jacket. Not because of him, but damn. "Shit its cold." I whispered to myself, the hot air from my breath creating a steam effect. Hurriedly, I went up the six flights of stairs it took to get into my penthouse like apartment near downtown, just on the outskirts of the commotion.
Deciding I needed immediate rest, I plopped onto the couch, and passed out.
Waking up to the sound of my three thirty alarm, I realized I had slept twelve hours in my living room. Deciding it was time to get up and do a little self care, I stepped through my kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I then went over to my stereo, where I shuffled through my phone to find the perfect song to begin my shower/getting ready regimen to.
"Call Me" By Blondie began playing whilst I got undressed to shower. After that I threw on some black pajamas and drank the rest of my coffee. My phone began to ring, to my surprise it was my co-worker, Kurogiri.
"Hey, tonight is no uniform night according to Dabi, so dress how you feel. Just thought I'd call and let you know before your shift." I could hear glasses clinking in the back, people talking. Was it really that loud? "Oh, okay, thank you. I had no idea. Dabi fell asleep on my shift last night, poor guy." I began prepping my fingernails for black polish, pushing the phone to my ear with my shoulder.
Kurogiri chuckled with his signature deep voice, "Yeah, I saw your jacket on his desk this morning. Wondered what that was about, he told me he woke up with it on!" I too laughed, "I guess I'm just a bad ass bar tender. What can I say? Anyways, I'm gonna get ready for my long night, thank you Kuro!" He mhm-ed me, then hung up. I was surprised he wasn't too busy to call, but more surpised I didnt have to wear a uniform.
When picking my outfit I went for more of an all black look, mostly because all I owned was that color but also so nobody could see if I spilled a drink. A simple cropped turtle neck paired with a pair of black cargo pants, and my favorite platformed docs to match the vibe. After doing my hair and makeup, I put on a second jacket do my walk downtown wouldnt freeze me.
My the time I arrived to the bar it was fluttering with people, families, friend groups. Kurogiri seemed to handle busy moments well though, not worrying about any of the people around him. I headed to put my things away and he greeted me with a wave.
Entering the break room, I sat my things down, then decided to check on Dabi before I headed out to assist Kuro. Opening his door, he was busy on his laptop set up, overthrows raising when he noticed me. "Ah, princess. What brings you back here?" My face flushed more than I noticed or cared to admit, the office smelled like the cigarette he had been smoking.
"Oh I was just wondering how you feel. Last night you seemed pretty tired." He looked up at me, shutting his laptop. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I slept pretty well, though, I was rather warm. Wonder why.." His thumb grazed his chin dramatically and I giggled a bit. "Whatever don't mention it. Just don't pass out on me tonight, I might need you." He cocked a brow and grinned, "Needing me, huh?" I rolled my eyes and covered my face. "Oh stop it. I'll be on shift if you need me."
Kurogiri greeted me as I began picking up drink orders and charging people, he said he always enjoyed watching how fast I worked. Customers in and out. Kuro left around ten, leaving me to pick up the messy drunks of a Saturday night bender. Particularly one man, who stayed at my bar until one, when he decided to speak.
"You're a pretty girl, huh?" I froze, half a rag in a glass turned with my back to the man. I sighed. Old drunks were the worst. I turned to face him, "Guess so, sir." I then began cleaning off counters and discarding used fruits and salts. He followed me to the end of the bar, making me tense up. "It's rude to not ask a paying customer what he wants to drink.." He slurred. I sighed, throwing a rag over my shoulder.
"What do you want to drink, sir?" I asked, now leaning closer to him. That was a mistake, as he gripped the top of my shirt and jerked me up over the side of the bar. "You." I began to freak out as he pulled me closer, screaming for Dabi and kicking around. Dabi appeared around the corner, rushing over behind the man, hitting him in the back of the head.
He dropped me but Dabi didn't stop, he continued to hit him, with no resistance. I ran to to the other side, pulling his fist away from the bloody corpse, watching as the anger in Dabi's eyes faded as he looked into my own. "Jesus fucking christ Dabi, he's fucking dead!" I combed my hair back, sitting into my knees. Dabi did the same. I wasn't scared of him, but I was scared of the silence.
"I-Im sorry. But he was touching and I just, I don't know. Fuck, what do I do?" He leaned his head back, pushing his palms over his eyes. I thought for a moment. "We hide him." He looked at me in a little shock, then nodded. "Thank you." I pushed my head into his shoulder and told him it would be okay. Then I turned off the opened sign, and came back to Dabi, plus the dead man. He was a scrawny old man, nothing more. We both picked up one side and brought him around back. His head was bashed in, but Dabi's knuckles were busted and bleeding. After we threw him into a dumpster out back, Dabi called Kurogiri, who said he could deal with it.
When we headed back in, I immediately went to Dabi's office and found the med bag. He followed me loosely and lit a cigarette. "Hey, could you not smoke? I'm about to clean your knuckles dumbass." I rolled my eyes, pulling out the alcohol pads and bandages. "Okay princess." He ashed the bud out on his desk, putting his palm in my hand. I gently began cleaning the wounds, watching Dabi make no sudden movement to the pain.
Once it was bandaged, we sat adjacent to eachother. "Thank you, for that." I spoke. He waved his hand off slightly, "Don't mention it. Scumbag touches my princess and expects to get away with it? Fucking degenerate." I nodded then looked up. Our faces were rather close, yet I was having a hard time deciding what he wanted. Luckily he showed me moments later, when he kissed me softly. I realxed into his touch even though I knew it was wrong, thankful he had stayed awake tonight. He was so warm, it was hard not to fall into his arms when he pulled me closer, into his lap.
My legs hung over the sides of his chair, while his hands went up my back, pulling me closer. I could feel it- the hardness below me, sitting comfortably on his hard cock. My mind wondered how he could be so horny for me after killing a man, but our lips never disconnected for me to ask.
Finally when they did, his lips made their way down my neck, letting my airy moans fill the small office space. "You're such a good girl, (F/N). Sitting perfectly still on your bosses lap, begging for more." My hands rested on his shoulders as my face turned hot. "Y-You did say I'm your princess, so.." My head tilted as his mouth met my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. The sensitive bud was sandwiched between his wet lips, played with by his tonuge. His large hands gripped my ass, forcing me so I couldn't pull away, even if I wanted.
"That indeed you are." He whispered. I kicked my shoes off, leading him to do the same and begin pulling my pants down. There wasn't much talking as he drank in my body, his hands exploring each new surface as he sat me into his chair and sunk into the floor below me. He looked at me like I was prey as he softly kissed my inner thighs, leading all too close to my soaking wet pussy.
His mouth gently sucked my clit through my panties, his hands toying with my breasts as he moaned into me. His hand snaked around, pulling my wet panties off, exposing my swollen clit.
"Dabi, you feel so good." He darkly moaned as he pulled down his underwear to put his cock over my clit. He softly rubbed his pre-cum soaked tip over me, teasing me softly. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this." He then pushed his cock inside, taking up each bit of space I had. We sighed together once he was all the way in, his hands pushing my arms just above my head.
"Don't scream, princess." I was confused until he started thrusting, realizing just how wet I had been, just how desperate for my own boss. His cock filled me up perfectly, hitting each spot as I moaned into his shoulder. His moans were perfect, we both filled the open space with nothing but sounds of pleasure and excitement as he fucked up into me.
Eventually I became close, he noticed, too. "Fuck, you get so tight when you're gonna cum on my cock. Let me give it to you, please." I nodded as my face heated, knowing we would cum together. His abs flexed hard as he came inside of me, my own body convulsing into his arms, as he wrapped them around me to become closer.
He pushed all the way inside once more, then kissed my forehead. "(F/N), you're so perfect. So, mine."
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Wait wait wait so the others basically admitted they’re in love with you now with those last two posts as a canon, considering the whole we’re a family thing and here’s why we’re keeping you so like how would them trying to start their relationship with you go down now? Cos like you said I don’t think that would be a smooth transition
Duuude you are so big brained bc this is definitely something I wanna talk about so thank you!! Bc bc exactly right?? They’ve finally basically admitted ‘hey we all love you (to the point Nancy snapped and kidnapped you) and want you to be part of our family forever <3333’ so like, a lot of adjustments for you to make! Based on these two asks.
Yeah they’ve all basically admitted their feelings, but you’ve all been so caught up in... recent events, that there’s not really been any kind of honeymoon glow, or really, any kind of proper love confession at all. Not even really a talk about it.
I’m imagining Eddie makes a move first. It’s the first few days, and you’re at least calmer around him than you are Nancy - and then Steve really tried to hug you the first full day so that didn’t help him - and overall Eddie more calm and understanding the first few days. Especially because he yelled at Nancy in front of you, so you’re hoping Eddie might be your way out of here. Considering he seems less on board with the whole kidnapping you thing.
And you singling him out a little as the one you haven’t screamed at for being alone in the room with you, makes Eddie feel a bit more reassured. He shouldn’t.
At first he tries to kiss you on your forehead, as he sits side by side with you on your bed, but you immediately lean far away from Eddie when he does that. You pull back, explaining with a quiet shock about how that is not it, not right now. But that’s when Eddie tells you “I love you.”
It’s the first time he’s ever told you that. Something Eddie has been waiting to say since he first met you. Something he’s been dying for you to know because it’s the most important thing in his world, you are. Eddie is so in love with you, like he’s never loved anyone before, and he’s finally told you it. You’re the first person he’s ever told that he loves, because he’s been so so afraid of being rejected and called a freak and being unloveable his whole entire life.
And then you grimace. You scowl. And you look sick. You back up even further away on the bed, as you look into Eddie’s doe brown eyes as if he was disgusting, as if he was stupid, how dare he, as you tell him the epitome of ew, no, never. Not now. And after this, not ever.
Eddie finally tells you he loves you for the first time... and that’s how you react.
Eddie leaves your bedroom crying.
Especially after the demobat attack he survived, the other three could never imagine Eddie being in pain and you not being there for him. You didn’t leave his hospital bed ever. But now you’re the cause of it. Eddie is shaking sobbing into his bed, absolutely ruined.
He wails so loudly as he chokes on his cries, his body fiercely trembling, especially as he keeps a vice like grip on his pillow. So hard his nails are getting through it and digging painfully into his own palm. That vulnerability and love in Eddie’s eyes, shattered, replaced by teary darkness. When they’re not scrunched up in torture. Eddie is absolutely heartbroken. Howling out genuinely pained sobs as they all try and comfort him, but nothing is working. They know barely anything would, not without you, but they know they love Eddie too, and will keep trying to help him through this, as hard as they fucking can.
They feel how devastated Eddie is. It’s wrecking them to feel his pain like this. And they know they’d be pretty much the same too, if you’d reacted the same way to their faces.
Steve has to get a vomit bucket ready because Eddie is gagging on his groans and sobs. His arm clutching his stomach, but no one can get him to say if he feels like he’s gonna be sick. Eddie pretty much pleads your name out, rambles terribly about everything that’s happened, or just keeps crying harder and harder.
It’s breaking their fucking hearts.
Robin is on the bed with Eddie, and Steve is swiping his hair back from his forehead, especially because Eddie’s so worked up he’s sweating like a sauna, even as he shakes fervently, while Robin tries to rub his arm, his back, anything that usually works. Nancy also feeding him water, letting him squeeze her hand so he doesn’t break his own knuckles from clenching so tightly, all of them trying to get him through this.
But at one point during all this, Eddie basically throws Nancy out of his room. Upon his sobbing, fuzzy, brain he remembers, through her soothing hand strokes and caring blue eyes, that she’s the reason this is all happening. He tells her to get out with a “This is all your fault!”
And the others stay with Eddie, they don’t go to Nancy. Because not only is he in such need of their care and comfort right now, but he’s also correct. And they know it, they may have partially forgiven Nancy enough to move on, but she’s not out of the water yet, this is still early days. And if it wasn’t for her, you nor Eddie would be suffering; even if she’s upset at being rejected by Eddie so clearly, Eddie’s in way more pain than she could be right now. Again, remembering what it was like being by his side after the demobats... they all really can’t stand seeing Eddie so hurt, including emotionally. Robin and Steve stick together, and that’s by Eddie’s bedside right now.
Nancy does leave, she shuts her mouth, after apologising once again, and she leaves. Closing Eddie’s bedroom door, her eyes apologetic to Steve and Robin, except they’re not looking at her eyes anymore by the time she’s in the doorway. Nancy goes to her room, gets her stuffed childhood toy to muffle her noise, and she cries and cries too, because she knows it is. This is all her fault. She has hurt poor Eddie, and you. She’s hurt her entire family.
Eddie is in pain for days after. Weeks really, the others can see it still affecting him. The first night Steve stayed in his bed and Eddie had cried even throughout sleep.
The whole morning he was a sniffling shell of himself. Eddie completely broken by how his love confession to you had gone. Even during those two weeks Eddie still walks a little slower, keeps his head bent down, doesn’t talk like he normally does. He is wrecked.
But Steve convinces him to get back on the horse the first afternoon after your rejection. He brings Eddie to your room, both of them bringing you a meal, and a couple of new books, talking idly about the bookshelf they’re going to build you in here. You have the same disdain as usual towards all of them, but no special hatred towards Eddie. You look at them the same.
Eddie does feel a little better after he and Steve leave your room. But he’s putting his hand to his chest to find his breath again, before Steve can even finish latching your second lock. Steve was right though, it was good to go back today, and Eddie did feel slightly better. Even if your words, your face, your reaction still lingered in his heart and mind for several days more.
Eddie tried to be better around you, the same soothing rock you needed right now, sensitive to you like always, but he allowed himself to be more melancholy around the others, as he actually felt. He didn’t need to hide from them. You were the one he and his partners all needed to be strong for, at this point in your lives.
Eddie did not appreciate when Nancy tried to get him to eat one time during this period though. Robin was guiding Nancy out of the room before Eddie could go on about how dare she after everything she’s done, again.
Nancy steers clear of Eddie for a couple of days respectfully. All of them, really, because she knows they’re still upset at her putting not just you, but all of them in this situation.
Nancy was upset with herself too, she could handle it. She knows she just has to deal with the cards she’s dealt herself, and she just tries to breathe in, and breathe out, as she thinks of how they’re all working towards building a better future for you, and for all of you as a family, together.
It’s not just Eddie though. They’re all living with the knowledge that at least they’re free of keeping that particular secret from you, that side of them, you know they’re in love with you now.
But they were also quite close with you when you all were just ‘friends’. So surely at least they can try and bring back some of that normalcy, maybe the familiarity again would even help you, right?
Robin tries to give you a side hug one of your first days in, and you nearly bite her arm. Not even in an affectionate way. Steve checks on the teeth scrape mark once Nancy’s locked your door, and he’s got Robin calm enough to sit down in the bathroom with him, but it’s a super minor scrape. As if in the last second you didn’t want your mouth to touch her, and you backed off.
Steve doesn’t exactly say this, but he is talking as he checks out Robin’s bicep, and without really thinking as he goes, and with their platonic soulmate mind meld, Robin immediately also comes to this conclusion. She almost wishes you actually did bite her. Maybe also then, she’d feel just a fraction of her guilt resolve. With you able to take out at least something on her, like truthfully you deserve. Robin’s spending a half hour shaking into Steve’s hug in that bathroom, just not because of her injury.
Steve, poor lost romantic Steve, tries to go in for his first kiss with you. He takes it slow, Steve’s fingers are gentle on your chin as he lifts it, but of fucking course that doesn’t work out either.
He immediately backs off, of course he does, but he does try to stick around and profusely apologise to you afterwards. Even when Eddie’s trying to drag him out so he doesn’t get hit by another book. Steve will take it, all of what you want to throw at him, but he sincerely feels the need to apologise to you for even going towards taking that step when it’s exceedingly obvious now that you clearly didn’t want that.
He’s crying to the other three next, guilt wracking him. Which is why he took leaning in slow, just so you could move away if you want. But he hopes you know he’s safe. That they all are. That part of the reason he wanted to stay and apologise, but also because you deserved one. He really didn’t want to screw things up. You weren’t as terrible with him as you were with Nancy, something Steve tries to skirtingly explain because Nancy’s right there rubbing his knee throughout his sniffling conversation with them, but he just doesn’t want to make things worse with you.
To be fair, none of them could imagine living in a world where these were your reactions to their genuine gestures of love. It was like living in their worst nightmares. But they created this nightmare, and it was something they were forcing you to live in. And unfortunately, they couldn’t wake up and go drive to see you and hang out like normal afterwards anymore. There was no relief. They had created this.
None of them are forcing their touch on you, not at all. They’d probably turn on another if the caught them doing so! But after weeks of you screaming at any one of them trying to just touch you in any way, it is very draining on them.
Not that you exactly care about them being drained. They kidnapped you.
Nancy takes it much slower. She doesn’t try to kiss you first or envelop you in a hug or curl up thigh to thigh or anything with you very quickly. But she is constantly telling you how much she loves you. And that might be worse for you.
She’s declaring “I love you.” Over and over again. It’s done in so many ways, serious and desperate, panicked and repeated, somber and reminding, genuine and heartfelt, craving and lovesick, caring protectively and apologetic, every way. Sometimes multiple times in a go, sometimes only once as she makes a serious remark, but Nancy is constantly telling you those three big words.
To you it’s on par with psychological torture. You know this isn’t why she’s saying it, Nancy’s not trying to break your mind irreparably, she’s just that lovesick. But even her saying it in an apologetic way, not only does it not at all make up for any of it, but it just plain makes things worse. You hate when she says that. And Nancy is the main one who won’t stop telling you.
Don’t even get me started on them always knocking while you’re in your en-suite, to check you’re okay. And are still there/not planning anything.
Even if it’s them worrying you’ve been on the toilet so long do you need some medicine? Or if you’ve fallen asleep in the bath? Do you want dinner now or in half an hour? If you’re injured, trying to get your permission to come in so they can help you with any bathing stuff - not to see you naked, genuinely to help you out, especially if you’re hurt, and also yes because maybe there is some trust and also domestic bliss and care entangled in there.
You thought about breaking the mirror in your bathroom. Actually more than once. But that would only be useful as potentially a distraction, but mostly a weapon, and you’re still unsure if you want to really hurt them, or hurt yourself, just to try and escape. Also, you don’t want loads of things taken away from you, that they might deem potentially dangerous, that will make you feel even more restricted, imprisoned, dehumanised. Because you’re already aware you are struggling.
If they started making lists of what could potentially be a risk that’s in your room, if you ever created a big enough incident, then you’re sure, knowing them really now, that they’d find enough things to remove from your presence. Enough to are you finally slip over the edge. You already got lamps and water glasses/ceramic crockery restricted, you don’t think going without a mirror to see yourself is going to help your mental health here. Nor your fight to get out of this family, this future you have right here...
You actually think about potential lists. The glass in your watch, without telling the time you will definitely go nuts. The wires in your tv, the wood from your bedpost you could carve/bludgeon with, your favourite bedsheets that could make a rope, even the fucking windows. And you know if you’re thinking of those things, the four out there have thought of a dozen times more. You’d rather stay sane, have belongings to make you feel like an actual human being, and fight back once you’ve got a viable plan.
They eventually will start being desperate enough to get you to accept their simplest touches again though. They want to build everything back up with you, because right now your relationship with them is just getting drastically worse and worse.
No more slapping Robin because she caught you when you nearly tripped. No more yanking actual tufts of Eddie’s hair out because he forgot his place and touched yours softly. No more pinning Nancy to the floor and screaming in her face wildly and threateningly so much that she gets democreature flashbacks while under you, just because her fingers brushed yours while passing you the water bottle you dropped. No more chasing Steve with scissors because he accidentally leaned into your thigh too much when sitting next to you - Nancy really should have considered it when she bought you that art set to try and make things up to you and make you feel a bit better.
They want to really start seeing some positive changes within you :). They don’t want you to feel this way anymore, they never have! With what they’ve got, they really are trying to help you out as best they can. Forgoing losing you.
They soon, one by one, will start laying by you when you’re asleep, without waking you up, just to be near you. Cleaning up your face after you cry, even if you try to wriggle out their hold, if nothing else is working why shouldn’t they try showing you how much you mean to them and they care for and love you, helping you take that first step because you’re scared to. Holding your arm to help you when you’re unsteady on your feet, even if they’re the ones getting shoved to the ground by you after that.
They want you to find normalcy in their touch again. So after a few weeks, they really will try reintroducing you to their loving physical touch. Just taking it softly and sweetly and slowly at first.
These are positive steps. They’ll work together so they’re more like a caring and authoritative source and not overbearing or scary. Like finally letting a kid go as they ride their bike or something. They are all helping you, even if you’re worried, but you’ll very quickly learn that you’re okay. You did it, and all went well, you’re not hurt, nothing bad happened, it’s just like before.
The four are trying to show you over and over again that they are safe, that they would never ever want to hurt you. You used to have their touch because they loved you, and you in a way loved them, it is still a nice thing. That would never change, okay? They just don’t want to go without your touch much longer. Not only do you need to get back on the horse, but they’re desperate to just be able to have that with you again, in any way at all.
They need you. But they also don’t want you to go so long without any human touch, it is so so bad for you sweetheart, they know you need them too. They’re gonna take things soooo gently and step by step with you, but not in a clinical way, in a genuine one. They’ll help you through this, it really doesn’t need to be a big hurdle, they know what’s best for you.
And you know, in your heart, and in your trembling body that hasn’t felt touch unless it was briefly scratching at another in a while, that they’re right too. It will help keep you feeling like you’re still somewhat as normal as before. That love, that genuine human connection that really has not changed from them for you, if not been discovered as slightly twisted, is still there, and all four of the people you are closest to are still here, to do everything for you.
You really do need some of that, some of your every day back. You’ve got a deficit of some things, you don’t want a deficit of love, of someone to be your rock for you whenever you can’t right now, of touch that will ground your mind body and soul. The catharsis of someone to cling onto, the fact you’re able to have someone hold you, the touch you used to give and receive constantly that you didn’t realise you could be stripped of, the genuine connection that makes you human. That reminds you more and more of who you are.
Not only that, but that you can still be that same person, the you you aren’t close to forgetting just yet, not just a few weeks in. But that you can give into humanity and love and stay the person you are - not knowing that thinking this, you already could be changing. But you’d rather change, than lose yourself completely. You don’t want to lose love, you don’t want to lose something so basically human as touch, you don’t want to change into someone frightened of it, when you know that your friends don’t want to hurt you. They want the same thing you do, and that’s for you to not lose yourself here.
And they will all hold your hand, every step of the way if you want <3333
#yandere fruity four/reader#yandere Eddie munson#yandere nancy wheeler#yandere steve harrington#yandere robin buckley#yandere fruity four angst#yandere fruity four Drabble#yandere fruity four#yandere fruity four x reader#stranger things#anon#ask
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Yandere fruity four wanting that with you though. Wanting you to give in and let them completely take care of everything for you. Quit uni, quit work, you don’t have to do anything! Just stay at home and be loved, with people who will provide everything, and do anything, for you.
And they can tell you’re close! You’re soooo close to giving in. To quitting any and all of your responsibilities. They’re trying everything they can, together and individually, to finally push you over the edge. But it’s when you break down into tears, and say “What if I need my job or to get through all these exams, because in the future... you all leave me? Then I’ll be alone, with nothing!” That breaks all their hearts right then and there, and you’re covered head to toe in people who are teary eyed (even the ones you wouldn’t expect like Nancy) at you even thinking that for a second! They all promise they’ll never leave you. That’s... that’s not even a possibility! Okay! Not. Going. To happen. You don’t ever have to worry about that, they swear, darling please don’t get upset, it’s not gonna happen. You don’t even know how much that’s not gonna happen! They never want a future where you’re not in it 🥺!!!!
Once you’re assured in that, that you will be stable and secure with them, that they’re not going to leave you when you have nothing backing you, that’s when you finally let go of all your hard responsibilities. No more exams that make you have panic attacks, Nancy called and quit uni for you that day, no more calling the gang (who you don’t know are right outside) to walk you home because of a threatening customer, because Steve handed in your resignation - not even a two weeks for their angel, no more having to leave overnight for errands and tasks. You’ve just got to be happy now. Just focus on enjoying your life! With them!!!! Because now you’ve mentioned the insecurity of any, let alone all, of the four leaving you, even if you’re over it, you’re never having a moment where they’re not wanting you at home by their sides, ever again. They really wanna prove it now <3333
WWWAAAAAHHHH YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!! WANT!!!!
(cws: yandere fruity four, panic attacks/anxiety, overwork/burnout, mentions of toxic people + abuse)
sobs.......just.....the mental image of Nancy staying up late to fill out all the paperwork you need to quit university, fielding any and all calls from administration to answer all the questions for you so they don't convince you you're making a mistake you don't have to worry, going straight to the campus to inform your professors you won't be attending exams and picking up any last items or papers they have to give back....she's got the grace to bid your goodbyes for you to the people you actually liked, classmates and professors and others who may wonder if you're okay, she reassures them that you've just got a new lease on life and you're taking a new direction. and she ensures she makes the necessary arrangements so that any letters or grades come through her, rather than straight to you, as an added measure. she doesn't want any bad news coming down on you directly for this new period in your life, you're already better in their care but it's going to take some adjusting, and Nancy's not gonna let you be swayed by guilt or anything else to return to this life you had now that they've reassured you they can make your new one better.
and Steve smugly walking into your work and handing in your resignation for you, loving the face of your manager dropping when they get frustrated that you're quitting so suddenly, don't you know the store is busy this time of year?! but Steve stands strong, unflinching, knowing exactly what this environment and these people have done to you and your self-esteem, and knowing he's strong enough to endure the aftermath because he'll never let you go through this garbage again. he'll never let his sweet, pure baby angel get yelled at, overworked, demeaned, or harassed for something as simple as money--he'll never let you answer another call demanding you come cover a shift, never watch you tiredly get ready for work because they wouldn't give you a sick day, and never have to stand at your side as he walks you out late at night to protect you from some creep. and even when your boss insists on you coming in to talk to them and work something out, Steve's already walking out, relieved that you never have to deal with them or any customer ever again.
Robin personally attending to you for those initial hours and days and weeks after you drop your responsibilities, almost being your personal nurse in the sense that she ensures she's present for every panic attack, intrusive thought, and frantic terror of you thinking you made a huge mistake and trying to go fix it--to go crawling back to your work and plead for your job back, to beg the university to let you re-enroll, to try and claw back that sense of normalcy you had even though it was absolutely destroying you inside. she brings you back down every time; she talks you through it all again, helps you remember how awful it was and how stressed you were, how you weren't happy and it just wasn't working for you, and reminds you that you have options now. you're not ruining your life, or abandoning the tasks you think you need to do because everyone expects you to--you have the choice not to, and they can support you now, and they will never regret making you that promise to take care of you.
and Eddie, he deals with the really bad stuff coming from the outside. he's the one that stands at the door and takes the yelling and cursing from the toxic people in your life; parents, siblings, friends, family, anybody who wants to stomp up to the front porch of your new home and demand to see you, demand you pick your common sense back up and return to your duties, even though they never did anything to help you lighten the load and never cared whether it was killing you or not. he answers calls from your bosses when they ask why the hell you aren't showing up for your shifts and tells them to fuck off, he sits on the porch with a cigarette and glares at any familiar car that drives up, scaring them so bad until they give up and peel away. he's the wall between you and the negativity in your life that was weighing you down, and he swears to you and the others that it doesn't bother him to be the punching bag for you. no, not at all--he loves it, he loves getting smug in the faces of people who relied on you so much but never gave you a break, he loves watching them squirm when it dawns on them that they can't have that person who would take their abuses anymore. and he loves knowing that you're happier with them, with him, and that he gets to rub it all in their faces that you don't need to take any of that shit anymore.
#fruity four#fruity four x reader#yandere fruity four#yandere fruity four x reader#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#eddie munson#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#anons
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“The Kiss” Dark!Yandere!Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader )Part 2(
Warnings
⛓ Yandere things
⛓Character disappearence
⛓Non detailed depictions of gore
⛓a bad attempt at a plot twist
⛓Breakdowns
⛓Musical Theatre 🎭
You had been studying with Nancy for your midterms for a few days now, and alternating between reading Frankenstein. You entered the home, it seemed strangely empty. Mrs Wheeler was usually home by now, and Mike should definitely be home. He said on the Walkie-Talkie he would be there before me… never the less you walked up the steps and to the door of Nancy’s Room.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Nancy opened the door so fast it was as if she was waiting there. “Y/N!! Just give me a moment, I need to get cleaned up.” You waited outside for a while and Nancy let you in. She had a radio in her room, that was new. “Oh! You noticed! I got it a while ago, Robin and I saved up some money for it, so I figured we could listen while we study today. Are there any stations you prefer?” You shook your head and suggested simply music. As the two of you went through your Flashcards and Cornell notes, the music came to an abrupt stop.
꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂Flashback
The bell rung, but you weren’t going to leave. You had rehearsals today for your school’s production of Grease! You were somehow chosen as Sandy. Everyone, including yourself, thought that local cheerleader and absolutely angel Chrissy Cunningham, but nope! It was you. And by some miraculous chance Steve Harrington auditioned and got the role of Danny. Every time you asked Steve about it he said it was a dare from Billy and he hadn’t even seen Grease! But In the past few month of rehearsals, Steve was becoming a bit of a Thespian.
The kissing scene, the easiest yet most difficult thing to rehearse. “Hey listen, it’s not like we’re actually in love or anything right?” Steve laughed. “I mean, the way she sung Hopelessly Devoted, I would say she wants to marry ya Stevie!” Carol butted in. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your water. “I’m right here Yknow. And I’m just a little nervous…” Carol gasped. You knew what she was going to say. You gave her a glare cold enough to freeze a Hawkin’s Summer. “Hey listen, you don’t have to do the kiss, I can convince the teacher to change it to a hug or a fake kiss! Whatever makes you comfortable, alright Y/N?” Steve Fucking Harrington, the sweetest jerk you’ve ever met. You couldn’t help but feel safe around him. He had this… mom-ish feel to him. As hot as Ralph Macchio, if not hotter. And as sweet as Dopey (yes, the dwarf).
You finished rehearsals and rode your bike on the way to Mike’s house.
꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂
“Hawkin’s Radio is having an abrupt stop to announce that the remains a local person was found approximately 20 meters away from Hawkin’s Highschool. Authorities are trying to identify the individual and cause of death as we speak.” Everything else was a blur, who was it? Who would do something like this? “Fuck” you turned to Nancy “D-Do you think it’s…one of them” you shuddered at the thought of those monsters. Nancy was about to console you when suddenly, almost conveniently, the phone rang. Nancy got up to answer, “Robin, baby, you alright?” You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation except for Nancy’s worried responses. “Okay, stay safe, I love you.” She hung up. “I’m really sorry about that Y/N. Robin had some… issues to sort out.”
You sighed and turned the radio back on. Nancy was holding you, you couldn’t help but shake in anticipation. “According to athorites finding an intact finger, it can be determined that the victim was Steve Harrington”Nancy dug her nails into you at that very moment. Your heart sunk, that’s… that’s not right. Right? It couldn’t be. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” It sounded more directed to you than to the situation. You tried to look up at her but she pushed your head back down. “I- I just. I hate seeing you upset.” She sounded more frustrated than anything.
꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂
“Nance?” You said wiping your tears. You had fallen asleep. She wasn’t there. “Well did they find anything else? He could be just walking around with 9 fingers!” It was Robin. “No, there’s no way.” Nancy said in a matter of fact way. “It’s all my fault.” Robin broke down, “What about Carol? What about Y/N?” She sounded so… guilty. And to think about it. What type of Highschooler knows 4 languages, including Russian. And demogorgans don’t chop people up. You would need more evidence but, you were onto something.
꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂
Poor Nancy, doesn’t know she’s dating a, possible,killer.
#yandere nancy wheeler#isaiah’s idiocy#stranger things x reader#nancy x reader#nancy wheeler#fruity four#stranger things#dark Nancy wheeler#robin buckely#Tw
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Okay so it’s canon that nobu is not not the sharpest. Motherfucker locked the door when two kids smashed thru a wall to break out. So I was sittin there like 🤔 what typa yandere would he be? Like if he didn’t want to use force what would he do instead? I think he’d stall trying to think it through until it was too late to be subtle.so i wrote abt it.
Summary: Nobu helps you through a breakup. Also the reader is very naive
Word Count: 2.8k
My requests are open atm
Warnings: Alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, Vaginal fingering, yandere themes, dubcon/noncon
18+ Only
Taglist: @ramwrites @prettycutebunny @absolute-flaming-trash
Nobu meets you there, a small rundown looking bar on the outskirts of town. As he enters, he sees you sitting at the bar, a small smile on your face as you vacantly stare at the wooden countertop. That, along with the half empty glass in your hand, makes it clear that you’ve started without him.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Ahh, a waste of four months of my life! Rejoicing the end of a shit relationship.”
You’ve already managed to make a scene, much to his dismay. The bystanders around you seemingly more boisterous as you raise your shot in cheers.
“I’ll buy us a round for that!” The tall brunette next to you chuckles. Older, maybe in her late forties, and a little drunker than you were right now. As she hands you the drink, he can’t help but think of the ten different ways she could’ve spiked it with something, how trusting you were when you truly shouldn’t have been. Of course, he wouldn’t let that happen to you, but the thought alone is enough to irritate him.
He’d manufactured the breakup, of course. Planted a seed in your mind that the man was seeing someone else and carefully placed evidence when he knew he wouldn’t be caught. It was surprisingly easy. The cheap plastic lock on your window wasn’t all that sturdy; He’d told you to change it before he left but you’d just shrugged and told him that there wasn’t anything in your apartment worth stealing. So naive. Couldn’t really blame you for finding someone though. It seemed somewhere along the way he’d miscalculated. Thought maybe if given time you’d come to realize just how much he meant to you, how much you meant to each other. Obviously, his mistake was giving you a choice in the matter.
“You gunna drink Nobu?” You giggle, hands tugging and getting lost in the folds of his robe. Always so handsy when you drank; At least your affection was focused on him this time.
“Not tonight sweetheart” he smiles at the pronounced pout on your face, lip jutting out at him.
He wraps an arm around you to the other side of the stool and pushes you closer.
“Hey, if I’m drunk too then who’s gunna watch out for you? Can’t defend your honor if I can’t see straight right?”
His teasing and light poke of your nose makes you giggle again, burying your head in his side. Nobu had always felt safe, one of the few men who wouldn’t read your affection as flirtation. You could hug him the same way that you did with your girl friends and not have to worry about it being misconstrued.
It didn’t take as long as he thought it would for you to call him, if anything you’d messaged him maybe two hours after he planted the women’s clothing in your apartment. Sure, he didn’t expect you to go and get wasted, but he could work with this. So sweet, that’s what infatuated him in the first place. Trusting and affectionate and so, so gullible. Couldn’t tell when a man wanted you, when he wanted you.
As per your earlier request to “keep ‘em comin’” The bartender slides you another drink. Something fruity from the looks of it. He smiles as you play with the condensation on the side of the glass.
“Can I ask you something?”
You’re hesitant and he wonders if it’s because he may say no, or because of the answer you may get.
“Shoot.”
Your apprehension is almost palpable, but he ignores the little squirm of your body against his.
“D-D’you mind if I stay with you tonight? I mean I gave him a couple of days to move out and all and I -“
“It’s fine.” He tries to make his voice sound irritated, but follows it up with something sweet to discourage you from backtracking. “What are friends for, right? You can stay until he’s gone.” Offers you a kind smile to subdue any apprehension you felt.
When he left you’d found someone. Some bland looking man who had a desk job and promised you a plain life. As if that’s what you wanted.
He can’t help but smile as you take shot after shot, body swaying with the boom from the overhead speakers. It’s only when you get really loud that he decides it’s time to go.
“Y’don’t wanna dance Nobu?” You slur as he practically carries you out.
“No, baby I think it’s time we left” you start to whine but he hushes you, stopping in front of your car to dig through your purse for the keys.
“Hey Nobu?” You whisper, eyes blank and staring at the wet concrete.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
You don’t respond so he figures you’ve already forgotten the question and focuses on getting you in the vehicle and securing your belt. Head resting against the seat, you close your eyes, only speaking again when the car is pulling out of the lot.
“Nobu?”
He doesn’t respond. Focuses on the road as you work through whatever you had to say
“Nobu...I think maybe I wasn’t good enough.” his eyes flick to you as he gives you a sigh.
“Any man that thinks you’re not good enough is a fucking idiot.” He expected this. Made a list of answers to your self-hatred so he wouldn’t get angry in the moment. Such a stupid thought, he blames it on the alcohol to soothe the irritation in his chest.
-
“Why did you wear a dress anyway?” He questioned, sitting on the edge of his bed as you take your hair down.
“Cuz then I can take it off easy! Pants are too hard when you’re drunk.”
He’s seen your panty-clad ass multiple times tonight. Teasing him with every sloppy movement you made. Getting on the stool at the bar, getting off of it, getting in and out of the car. He got a good look at the pretty lace covering your womanhood. As you pull it over your head, he gets to see a little pink bow that rests at the top of the underwear this time.
So brash, in all the years he’d been by your side he’d never seen this much of you. He knew it was the drinks, but It’s almost like you wanted it.
“Nobu?”
He hesitates, taking in the way your body looks as you stretch your arms above your head, yawn falling from your open mouth.
“Yeah?”
“D’you have something I could sleep in?” You ask it like you know he’s willing to give you something. Like he doesn’t want to see your naked body in his bed, fucked out and delirious with pleasure.
“What if I don’t?” He tried to mask the lust on his face with indifference and watches as you cross your arms.
“Not even a shirt?” He shakes his head no.
Too tired to really care, and too wasted to have any modesty, you crawl into his bed with a huff.
“Fine! Be like that then!” So cute when you were mad, face scrunching up as if your reaction alone could sway him. To be fair, it usually did.
He’s deftly untying his robe when he speaks over his shoulder to you.
“I don’t want you throwing up on my stuff... lucky I’m not making you sleep on the couch.” He mutters loud enough for you to hear.
He expects you to get angrier, but his fingers halt when he hears your giggle.
“What’s so funny y/n?” He stands, taking his pants off before coming to sit next to your body sprawled across his bed. You acted as if you belonged. A breathing sculpture made for his eyes only and soft skin forged just for his hands to enjoy. In his bed. Giggling and almost naked.
“You wouldn’t ever ever make me sleep on the couch!”
“And why’s that?” He grunts
“Because I’m your best friend” And you say it with so much confidence it pulls a smile to his face.
“Ah, I guess you’re right there.”
After a few beats he lets his hair down and comes to join you, laying to rest next to your body as you begin to squirm with a frown.
“What’s wrong now?”
“My bra... I need a shirt... can’t take it off without a shirt.. cuz then -“
“Take it off y/n.” His tone is clipped and the way he’s staring at you, you read it as annoyed. He’s right, he’s your best friend. It’s only weird because you’re making it weird. The alcohol fuzzes any concept of propriety from your mind.
You sit up and try to unclasp it yourself but, in your state, the tiny hooks are a puzzle you can’t quite figure out. Just fucking asking for it, he thinks to himself as you allow him to unclip it for you. He takes the initiative to trail his fingers down your arms with the straps, watching goosebumps raise on your flesh.
“Thanks nobu” You smile, quickly covering yourself with the blanket before he has a chance to get a proper look.
It’s maddening. He’s painfully hard, has been painfully hard since you took the damn dress off. He takes a few moments to collect himself, propped up on the bed with an elbow, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Closes his eyes and breathes.
“D-Did I do something?” You whisper, face half hidden under the comforter as you stare up at him.
“No. It’s just -“ he pauses, thinks of something to say besides ‘you’re being a fucking tease and it’s taking everything in me to be patient with this’
“You know how many people could’ve taken advantage of you tonight?”
He looks for a response and finds you shaking your head ‘no’, blanket tucked around your chest as big watery eyes meet his.
“Fuck me” he groans.
Having enough, he pushes you flat on your back, arm coming to cup your face.
“Don’t cry. Just answer me.” He still sounds annoyed, so you obediently lay there and listen. What if you annoyed him so bad that he forced you to leave? It’s not like you could go home, or even get there in this state.
“What if someone touched you like this?” His hand keeps caressing the side of your face, thumb swiping down to your bottom lip every so often.
“Someone bigger than you... you couldn’t do anything, huh?”
“I could try to get away..” and it comes out as more of a question.
His hand travels down your throat to lightly grip your neck.
“What if they were faster?”
You whimper and it takes a moment for him to realize that it’s not from pain. He’s used to being a little too rough, so he checks his grip. You liked this. His hand around your throat, panting at it even though he didn’t apply enough pressure to leave you breathless.
“I - could scream”
“Ah…”
His hand pulls the blanket down, giving you a sharp stare when you try to cover yourself up again. With the object out of the way he can finally see them. Pert nipples and plump skin, they look like they’d be heavy in his hand and with a grunt he confirms his suspicions. he shifts his weight and frees up his other hand, you mewl as he cups both of them. Squeezing them softly he asks you “What if you couldn’t scream?”
Your mind is fried. Torn between being uncomfortable with your best friend softly palming your breasts, okay with it because he was only teaching you a lesson, and shamefully turned on at the warm pressure of his hands on you.
“I....I..” you squeal as his pinches your nipples, eyes narrowing as he rolls them between his fingers.
“Stop moving... I’m trying to teach you something here.”
Like a good girl, you try to still yourself. You look unsure, as if you don’t know what to do, how to feel. When his hand travels to play with the waistband of your panties you finally collect yourself enough to wrap a hand around his wrist.
“No... wait!” You’re wet, embarrassingly so, to the point you can feel it sticking your panties to you. If he went any lower... if he saw it..
“Let go” it comes out as a growl, actual anger making its way into his face. And you do, because he’s already mad at you and now you were just making it worse.
His hand cups you through the fabric, eyebrows raising at the wetness dampening the cloth there. Shame fills your face and you can’t stand to look at him. It’s not that you were trying to stop him. Seeing the look in your eyes he can tell you’re embarrassed by it. This was what you were trying to hide? He scoffs and pushes the scrap of fabric to the side. Wants to warm you up, play with your clit until you’re a mess underneath him, but once he feels just how wet you are, he abandons that plan. Instead he opts to shove two fingers as deep into your pussy as they can go. Moaning, your back arches as he starts to curl his digits up into that little slice of heaven inside you.
“What if someone got their fingers in you like I did? What if they weren’t your friend and you didn’t want it?” He’s growling lowly as he nuzzles against your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he sucks bruises.
“Nobu!”
You try to wriggle away from his mouth ravaging you, moving down to your breast and grazing his teeth against your nipple.
“Nobu…Nobu...” his name becomes a mantra on your lips as you grab a fistful of his hair. A thumb roughly circles your clit and the pressure continues to build. A few more minutes, a few more curls of his fingers and you’re close... so close your muscles start to tighten, whimpers getting lost in the open air as they escape your throat.
Before you can, though, he pulls back. Pushes you onto your belly, hands pulling hips up until you’re in the position he wants. Gently rubs circles into the small of your back and before you can even understand what’s going on, his cock is filling you up from behind.
“Fuck” he grits out. You’re still mumbling his name strewn along with quiet little whimpers. “Someone could’ve fucked you like this” he bends down to your ear as his hips slam into yours.
“Taken you like a bitch in heat.”
His hand squeezes tight to your throat and it makes apologies fall from your mouth. So tight he loses himself in the feel of it. Slows his hips down until all he’s doing is grinding up into you. Closes his eyes as his teeth clamp around your shoulder. So much wasted time waiting when it only would’ve taken him one night and a few bottles. He rocks into you quick, loving the sharp cry of his name you let out, followed by apologies.
“Stop sayin you’re sorry” he grits out, feeling the way you tighten around him at the sound of his voice.
“Just tell me.... would you want someone else doin this you?”
You yelp as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, not so subtly pushing you back and forth on his cock.
“No!” Your voice cracks when his hips make contact with yours again.
He smiles “But it’s okay because I’m your friend, right?”
You nod fervently, heat building up in your core at an alarming rate.
“Wanted my cock in you…” you keep nodding, incoherently agreeing to whatever he has to say as he pinches your nipple.
Such a good girl, so submissive already. His other hand pushes against the small of your back, deepening the arch until your face is smushed against the pillows.
He keeps hitting your cervix, the tip of his cock forcefully bumping into it with every movement. Already knows how sore you’re going to be tomorrow, but that’s what he wants. Wants your legs to feel like jelly, thighs sore and cunt aching from being filled so well. Wants to hear you beg as he tries to soothe the ache with his tongue.
The bed muffles the screams as you cum around him, arms shooting back to desperately shove him off. It’s no use, hands grab your arms and he uses them as leverage to fuck you through it. When he’s satisfied, he wraps one arm around your stomach as the other settles at the hollow of your throat. Fucks up into you as he peppers kisses to the side of your face.
“So good for me” And the praise makes a sweet little cry escape from you. So pretty, and all his. The realization makes his thrusts more urgent. A few more jerky movements and he stills himself deep inside, slightly lifting you off the bed as he forgets to be gentle. He doesn’t want to, but fuck if he can control himself, he cums inside with a shaky moan. He rests there for a beat, enjoying the warmth around him, before he pulls out.
Nobu sets you down, laughing softly as your legs give out underneath you. “You learn your lesson sweetheart?”
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can I have a possessive/dominant Yandere Levi Ackerman please? Like really dark or sum. You can do whatever you want! Thank you I love your blog! 💖💖
I got extremely into this,,, which is why it became the 2.3k monster that it now is. I mean, I would be lying if I said this was safe for work,,,, but u hhh– i’ll just let you all decide.
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Character: Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan
Warnings: Stalking, Noncon, Violence, Hickey’s/Marking, Possesive, Dom/Sub themes, Swearing
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You were stronger than most, and you knew that. You had no problem boasting about the amount of titan kills that you had, strutting through the lunch hall with a cocky grin painted on your face. Your superiors had tried and failed to put you in your place, they knew they couldn’t beat you, all they could do was continue to glue their envious eyes to your form.
You spent your free time training, building up muscle and stamina. Squats were a favourite of yours. To push up from the tree branches and into the air, you needed the strength. So, you built up the muscles in your calves and thighs (of course you worked on your upper body too)… and your ass. Come on, if everyone was going to stare at you, you would give them something to stare at.
But that was okay, you liked the stares, thriving off the attention that your bangin’ body and capable-self attracted.
Though, you had to admit, you were pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t only the stares of the younger cadets like the 104th that wouldn’t leave you be. When you noticed the icy stare of the strongest in the camp, Corporal Levi, trained on you as you sauntered through the dining hall, you were shocked… and a little embarrassed. He continued to watch as you made your way to the front, picking up a tray and loading your dinner on, hands shaking as you felt his watchful gaze situate itself on your ass.
You hurriedly made your way to your table, greeting your gobsmacked friends as you sat down politely, and definitely not with the usual boisterous attitude you usually had. They began to shout questions at you, wondering why you were acting so unusually shy. You did your best to calm their worried selves, and they reluctantly let your behaviour slide.
Peeking behind you, you stared into Corporal Levi’s hooded gaze that had refused to leave your form. Red flushed up your throat as you whipped back around, before shoving a mouthful of bread in your mouth, muttering an excuse before retiring to your bedroom. But as you turned around, he was no longer in his seat.
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Striding into training the next morning, you greeted your friends as normal and began to stretch as everyone awaited instructions.
A buzzing not unlike bees began to spread throughout the field, and as you turned around to check what all the commotion was about, your jaw dropped. Corporal Levi was speaking with your usual instructor, who grinned before addressing the crowd. “Alright everyone, Corporal Levi will be your instructor today. I’m sure you’ll obey him as you would me, because he’s not as… lenient with punishments as I am.”
You turned to your friends, all of them sharing a similar look of ‘Oh fuck.’
He seemed to give similar instructions to your usual squad leader, but each word left no room for refusal with each demand. His deep voice commanded the crowd with ease, with everyone being too afraid of punishment to slack off in any way.
Soon, the warm-ups were over, and it was time for sparring matches. You paired up with your usual partner, but before you could begin, a pale hand slid over your shoulder with impeccable grip.
“Cadet Y/n, you will not be sparring with Cadet Leonhart today.” Shivers erupted down your spine as the deep voice mumbled in your ear, his hot breath causing you to force your eyes closed, and you nodded stiffly. “I’ve seen your potential,” his hand slid down your arm, squeezing your biceps, “and I think you’re ready for a real challenge, hm?”
You nodded, “Who do you have in mind, Corporal?”
Retrieving his hand from you, he twisted you around until you faced him, amusement shining through his hooded gaze. “How about me?”
You laughed, “Perfect.”, your usual cocky smile finding its way back onto your face. Finally, a challenge!
Corporal Levi replaced Annie’s place, bending his knees and raising his fists lazily. “Are you ready, Cadet?” With one sharp nod, Annie called the sparring match to a start. Ready as I’ll ever be.
His eyes closed until they were only slits, watching every minimal movement you made, as your chest rose and fell, your weight shifting from each foot, hands clenching into fists. You knew he wouldn’t make the first move, so you decided you would.
You lunged forward with precise movements, throwing hard punches only for the Corporal to block them. You advanced on him, taking the offensive, swift movements helping your foot to make contact with his ribs. Hands gripped your leg before you could pull away and pulled you off balance. You didn’t bother to stare back at him, only trying to catch yourself before you could be pinned, but it was too late.
A strong grip grasped your wrists as his knee dug into your back, pushing your chest into the dirt. He forced your hands together behind your waist, holding the position long enough for Annie to call the match to an end. But he didn’t pull away just yet, no.
Leaning into your ear, he spoke softly, his voice a deep grumble that had you gasping silently. “You think you’re tough shit, don’t you, Y/n?” He pushed your arms further into your back, painfully so. “I had to put you in your place, and I think we both know how much you’re enjoying it…”
It was true. A blush had made its way up your throat, staining your cheeks a deep crimson. A hot burning feeling filled your groin, lighting up your insides. Rubbing your thighs together, you weren’t aware of the jealous stares that were trained on you. “Listen to me, Y/n. Tonight, before supper, you will meet me at my office. Do not be late, or a punishment will be awaiting you, and you will not enjoy it.”
And then the heavy warmth was gone, and Corporal Levi was leaving you on the dirt, scrambling to stand up.
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Your dinner would be served in roughly an hour and a quarter, you decided it was enough time to clean yourself up and make your way over to the Corporal’s study. You had a hasty bath, the cold water not helping your sore muscles in the slightest. You fetched a bar of soap, lathering it before scrubbing away the dirt that marred your skin. As the water turned brown, swirling around the drain, you allowed yourself to relax, massaging soap through your hair, making sure to leave no rubble behind, less you wish to be scolded by your Corporal.
You twisted the handle, ceasing the water before stepping out of the safety of the bath.
Dressing yourself in your uniform, you decided to leave the manoeuvre gear hung up neatly for the rest of the night. You combed your hair, attempting to tame it before deciding it would do, leaving the room in a hurry. You wandered through the halls, realising that you had never actually set foot inside of the Corporal’s office. Not many had. A bubble feeling arose in your chest. You were special. With this new information in mind, you straightened your posture, pushing out your chest, smug sneer evident on your face.
Arriving at his office, you took in the silver nameplate. ‘Corporal Levi Ackerman’ it read. A quick glance behind you informed you that his nameplate was impeccably clean without a speck of dirt. You hadn’t expected less.
“Are you going to keep me waiting, y/n? I’m not a patient man.”
You swallowed down a gulp, hand approaching the door handle slowly. What did the Corporal need from you? Were you in trouble? Was he going to punish you? You stuttered back as the door swung open. “I’m—!”
“Cadet Y/n. Please come inside, I am tired of waiting.” Corporal Levi was shorter than you, but in this moment, you were certain that he was towering over you, steeled eyes staring into your soul.
He stepped aside, pulling the door open wider as you slid in past him. The thumping of your heart was so loud that you were worried that he would be able to smell your fear. Too concentrated on calming yourself, you missed the heavy thud of the now-closed door, deft fingers locking it in place.
Long strides carried him around the desk, taking a seat in front of you. He gestured to the chair placed in front of his desk. You took a seat, smoothing out the creases in your pants. You avoided his eyes.
“Cadet, are you aware of the reason I’ve called you into my office this afternoon?” You shook your head.
“No, sir.”
Levi nodded, leaning back in his chair, sitting in a more comfortable position. You could feel his eyes take in your form. He looked almost… hungry.
“I’m sick of your behaviour, to be very fucking honest with you. I’ve had it with this high-and-mighty attitude.” His fruity voice demanded all attention be on himself. His fingers tapped against the plush-looking leather of his chair, four taps that continued in a pattern.
Taptaptaptap. Taptaptaptap. Taptaptaptap.
Your breathing quickened, anxious hands wringing together awkwardly. You focussed your gaze unto the clock sitting in the corner of the room. You had about a quarter of an hour before supper. The empty feeling in your stomach was suddenly much more noticeable as you thought about what the kitchen would be serving that night. Perhaps a stew?
You didn’t usually get so distracted, but as you sat there, blankly staring at the clock, you neglected to notice your Corporal standing rising from his chair.
A shrill squeak escaped your throat in an embarrassing fashion, the seat you were perched atop scraping harshly against the polish floorboards from an impressively strong kick. “I did not summon you into my quarters for you to daydream, idiot. Pay attention.”
You could feel the heat fill your face, shame forcing you to lower your head. Your apology was greeted with a scoff. “Where’s all your bravado now, cadet? Lost your nerve?”
Leaning down on his leg that was still pressed on to edge of your chair, he invaded your personal space. He smelled nice… was he wearing cologne?
“Aw, shy now? That’s too bad, pet. I happen to love putting brats like you in their place.” Your shocked expression met his amused grin, malicious intent burning in his gaze. He was straddling you and you choked on your own saliva, hand shaking as you lifted them from your lap as to not have them squashed. Where should you put your hands?!
A rough hand travelled up the length of your spine, nails scraping gently against sensitive skin. “Here’s how things are gonna work, pet. You’re gonna wanna fight me, and I know you’re gonna want to pin me, but that’s not gonna happen. You’re mine to touch, to tease. You’re gonna be my little plaything, and you’re gonna take all that comes my way.” A strong grip grasped your hair, pulling your hair to the side and eliciting a groan of pain. Teeth grazed the joining between your shoulder and throat. “I don’t give a shit about how you act in the yard, cadet. But with me, you’re gonna submit to me. Fight me, and I’ll be forced to punish you.”
Your hands settled on his shoulders, eyes squeezed tight. Levi’s other hand came to rest on your hip, constricting and causing you to writhe.
Lips pressed hotly against your shoulder, leaving wet marks behind as his touch travelled up your throat. He nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting the sweetest moans. His tongue peaked out, licking and sucking and biting until your grip on his shoulders was almost bruising. Almost. You shook your head, pushing away at his shoulders, but the grip he had on your hair restricted your movement, tugging sharply as a warning. He began nipping below your jaw, hips grinding into your own.
At a notably loud moan, he stopped, hot breath whispering into your ear, “Enjoying yourself, Cadet? But I’ve barely started.” A hand dragged down your stomach as his mouth continued its ministrations, unbuckling your blouse without a word. He slid down, latching on to your collarbone, leaving a trail of dark marks in his wake.
A cold hand pulled at your undergarments, exposing your breasts. The cooling feeling against your exposed nipples was jarring. You bucked your hips, biting your lip in embarrassment. “Corporal Levi, you should stop… someone could catch us!”
He ignored you, biting into your throat in reprimand. But, it was as though the Gods were on your side… or not.
“Levi~!” the rambunctious voice of Squad Leader Hanji cut through the silence. Levi pulled away from your throat with a wet pop, wiping away saliva with his sleeve, clearly irritated at the interruption. “Levi, why is the door locked? Ohhh~ are you in there with someone…?” Her tone was dramatic and suggestive, the amusement only furthering your embarrassment.
You used Hanji as a distraction to push away from Levi, pulling up your bra and dashing for the door. You unlocked it with ease and ducked past a surprised Hanji. You ran for the dorm, patting down your hair and buttoning up your blouse. You did your best to recover your composure before facing your dorm-mates.
It would have worked too, if the array of pink-purple bruises covering your throat hadn’t immediately given you away.
(And when you came to training the following morning with makeup concealing each and every one, lets just say that Levi wasn’t pleased…)
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