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slut4thebroken · 10 months

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Exposure Therapy pt. 8

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You make the poor choice of teasing Dr. Crane, so obviously he has to punish you.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, hickeys, praise, edging, crying (but in a hot way), consensual sex, orgasm denial, cockwarming?, emotions? idk, neither does he tbh, bestie has no idea how to comfort you💀

Words | 3.6k

Notes | Trying really hard to keep his character accurate😓 lmk what y’all think lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 7

Neither of you mentioned his confession again. He seemed to be acting mostly normal and only a little awkward and withdrawn so you tried to remain the same to assure him that nothing changed. You were sitting on the couch, doodling with a spare piece of paper he found as well as an extra pencil, when you broke the silence.

“Where are you planning on sleeping?” You asked, eyeing the large space that was empty save for a desk, a chair, and a couch.

“The couch.” He said, not looking up from what he was working on.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, making him sigh and turn his gaze to you. “For now you may sleep on the couch, I doubt I’ll be sleeping much anyway.”

“Oh. Don’t you have an apartment? A bed?”

“The cops are going to be looking for everyone that escaped, including myself- especially myself, because I created what caused all of that.”

“Oh�� What if I go? I can bring you back some clothes so you don’t have to stay in that and anything else you need? I doubt I can lift a mattress on my own though.”

“You want to go to my apartment in the middle of town, wearing that?” He asked, raising his brows. You looked down at your outfit and frowned, just now remembering that you’re wearing it still.

“People are dumb enough to hang their laundry up outside. I’ll just take something before getting downtown.” You suggested, but back tracked when he was silent for a moment. “I don’t have to, it was just an idea.”

“What will you do if the police show up?”

“Um… I’ll tell them you’re my boyfriend and I left something there that I need.” That made him scoff.

“They won’t believe that.”

“Fine. Ex boyfriend. Who’s been so busy working that I had to just go there myself.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes at you for a moment.

“Fine. Know that if you get caught, I have no power or leverage anymore to help you.” Honestly you didn’t expect him to agree. You figured he might want to keep you within his sight at all times but that wasn’t the case. Trying not to read into this new found trust, you were going over the plan in your head.

“Wait, is it even within walking distance?” You realized, worried the whole plan just fell apart.

“It’s not on this island, so no. And the train is still down because of the bat.”

“Oh… I can probably walk, it’ll just take me longer I guess.” The sun was rising anyway, so it’ll probably be fine. “Or I’ll ask someone for a ride.”

“Do not do that.” He said sternly, making you frown.

“Why not?”

“Because this is Gotham and you are a young, attractive woman. You will more than likely be kidnapped, raped, or killed.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” He let out a heavy sigh, and got something out of his desk drawer. When he told you to come to him, you stood, leaving the pencil and paper, and walked over.

“Give me your hand.” You held your arm out to him and he gently grabbed your hand to put on a very weird shaped bracelet on your wrist. “In case you don’t have time to put the mask on, point it away from your face and hold your breath, then push this.” He pointed to a lever near the heel of your hand and you reached for it, trying to test the motion and get used to it, but he stopped you.

“Not- now.” He strained, uncurling your fingers.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly.

Then you were leaving, finding clothes that looked about the right size and changing in an alley behind a dumpster. The tricky part was the shoes but they’re subtle enough that they shouldn’t draw very much attention. You found an empty paper bag near the dumpster and put the mask in it then started looking for someone to drive you. You spotted an older woman getting into a car and immediately walked toward her.

“Excuse me?” You said, making her pause.

“No change, sorry.”

“Oh no, I was actually hoping you could give me a ride. I have a job interview downtown and it probably wouldn’t make a good impression to show up all sweaty. But I understand if it’s too much trouble…”

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, telling you to get in the back and asking for the address. You read it off the paper to her and ten minutes later you were pulling up in front of an apartment building.

“You sure this is it?”

“It’s for a small business.” You explained, quickly getting out of the car. “Thank you so much.” You dropped the smile as soon as you turned around to walk into the building. “Fuck,” You groaned, “I don’t have a fucking key.” How could you have forgotten that part? You decided to just walk inside, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted a front desk.

“Hi, I lost my key and my boyfriend’s out of town and I’m supposed to feed his cat,”

“What number?” The man asked, bored.

“178.” He reached back and grabbed a key, handing it to you impatiently. “Thanks...” He wasn’t lying when he said everyone and everything is corrupt or just doesn’t care.

You made your way to the elevator and pushed 17. As you waited, you went over the list he gave you. Most of the stuff was easy, an extra pair of glasses in his desk drawer, a few pairs of clothes, shoes, a toothbrush as well as the extra one under the sink for yourself, etc. But you were mostly worried about the safe and the papers he wanted. What if you can’t open it? What if you grab the wrong ones?

The elevator opening with a ding removed you from your thoughts and you made your way to his door. You worked quickly, not wanting to increase your chances of getting caught, but you took the time to fold his suits, worried he’d be upset if you just threw them in his duffel bag. You opened the safe on the second try, putting the money that was in there in the duffel bag.

Then you made your way to the desk. Even though the rest of the place was completely tidy, the desk was covered in different papers. He said they would be on top, not in a drawer, so you grabbed everything just to be safe.

Before leaving, you went through his dresser, praying he wouldn’t be pissed, and got some shirts and sweatpants for yourself, as well as a hoodie and socks.

The ride back was much easier since you had money to take a cab, but you still had to walk a few minutes, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of his “hideout” just in case.

“No trouble?” He asked, barely glancing up from what he was writing.

“Well I realized I forgot to ask about a key- speaking of which, you should probably move because the guy at the front desk just gave it to me.” The corners of his lips turned up and your cheeks went red, still not used to it.

“Good job.” You stared at him in shock, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, but you tried to play it off.

“Did you just compliment me?” You scoffed teasingly.

“Don’t get used to it. Did you bring the papers I asked for?”

“Oh- yeah.” You set the duffel bag on the desk and he opened it to inspect the contents. “I- I hope it’s okay, I brought just a few shirts and pants for myself too.” You said nervously. When he didn’t respond, you figured that meant it was okay. He started looking through the papers, then turned to you with raised brows. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring the wrong thing so I just took all of it.”

“Thank you.” He said, making your eyes widen.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say in response. “Oh- here.” You said, suddenly remembering the wristband and taking it off to give it back.

“Keep it.”

“What?” You choked out. “You- you’re not worried I’ll use it on you or something?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows.

“Of course not.” He scoffed, then set the papers down and took out a suit and the shoes as you just waited awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Are you just going to watch?” He was teasing you, but there was still an edge to his voice.

“N- no, sorry.” You blushed, turning around and staring at the ground, listening to the sound of clothes rustling behind you and thinking about how you’ve only ever seen his face, neck, hands, and cock- nothing else. The thought made you frown. “Unless it’s okay… then I’d like to watch.” You said quietly and the rustling stopped.

“Why?” His tone was guarded.

“I just- I haven’t seen you yet and you’ve seen all of me.” You explained meekly. “Nevermind, sorry.” You waited anxiously as you heard no movement from the man behind you.

“Go ahead.” He said in a measured tone. You tentatively turned around, finding him in just a pair of dress pants, straight jacket on the floor and shirt in hand. The first thing you noticed was how lean he looks without his suit. The second were the small scars littering his torso. The third was his happy trail, leading down into his pants, teasing you.

“Satisfied?” You looked up at him when you heard his voice, not able to read his expression. When all you could do was nod, his lips curled up into a small smirk. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you stupid over the desk.” He warned, voice laced with arousal.

“Is that a promise, doctor?” You purred, stepping closer to him, setting the wristband on the desk to have both hands free. He stiffened, but allowed you to move until you were right in front of him. Staring deep into icy blue eyes, you slowly raised your hands, as if you were approaching a wild animal who could attack at any second. His eyes moved to your hands, watching, but he didn’t say anything. So you slowly moved them closer until you could almost feel the heat from his body against your palms. His eyes moved back to yours and you searched them for a deterrent. When you found nothing, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down his stomach, making sure not to linger on any scars. You reached his pants and brushed over the button teasingly before snaking them back up his body.

“You’re playing with fire.” He said lowly. Your hands reached his shoulders and you trailed them down his arms. Once you reached his hands, you grabbed the shirt and set it on the desk, then took both of his hands in yours, moving them around your waist.

“On the contrary, Dr. Crane. I’m getting exactly what I want.” You placed your hands on his stomach again to snake around to his back.

“Oh? And what’s that?” He said coyly, playing along.

“You can let me keep teasing you to my heart's content or you can punish me. Either way I win.” You smirked, moving your hands down his back to his pants and following the waist line around his body until they met at the button.

“You think you’ll enjoy however I choose to punish you?” He scoffed.

“You said it yourself, doctor. You don’t want to hurt me. So I’m sure I can take it.” His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you wince as he pushed you against the desk.

“Foolish girl. You underestimate my desire to watch you crying and begging for my forgiveness. I have no problem torturing you, in fact, I’ll enjoy it.” You faltered at that. “Does that frighten you?” He asked, tilting his head.

“You don’t scare me anymore.” You said quietly, feeling the arousal in your stomach quickly make its way between your legs.

“That’s not what I asked.” He teased and you swallowed thickly, squirming under his gaze.

“No.” You tried to keep your voice steady.

“Maybe not yet. But I’m sure it will soon.” He reached a hand up to wrap around your neck, squeezing and pulling you forward as your breath hitched. “I don’t have to hurt you to torture you. You should know that by now.” He said quietly, gaze straying to your lips.

“I can take it.” You said, equally as quiet, not even believing the words as they left your mouth.

“You think so?” He cooed and you nodded in response. “I guess we’ll find out then.” He took a step back and you whined at the loss of his touch, reaching out for him. “Pick it up.” He said, gesturing to the straight jacket. Your eyes moved anxiously between him and the garment, hesitating. “This is the only warning I’m giving you— You don’t want me to tell you again.” You leaned down and picked up the straight jacket, then waited for his next command.

“Put it on.”

“Dr. Crane,” You whined, but he raised his brows, making you close your mouth and reluctantly slide it on. He stepped closer again then started buckling the restraints.

“You seem to think that pain is the only form of punishment I’ll inflict. I guess given my history I shouldn’t be surprised but you need to get that idea out of your head right now or things will only get worse for you.” You stared at him with wide eyes but his gaze remained on the task of restraining you. “There are plenty of ways I can punish you.” He said clinically, like a doctor explaining something to a patient. “Like denial, for example. Not just orgasm denial… You can’t touch me either.”

“Please- I’m sorry.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes that did not work at all.

“I bet you are. I bet you’ll say whatever it is you think I want to hear right now. Unfortunately, the only sounds I want from you are moans and cries.” He led you over to the couch and kneeled in front of you to pull down your pants and underwear before having you sit. He discarded your shoes so he could fully remove your clothes, then pulled you forward to the edge of the couch and spread your legs embarrassingly wide.

“I think you also underestimate my patience. I am more than willing to do this as long as it takes.” He started dragging his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you, never getting close to where you wanted him.

“Please.” You whined as your hips started squirming.

“Come now… We haven’t even started and you’re already begging? At least save that until the actual torture begins.”

“Don’t want torture.” You muttered.

“No? I thought you said this would be a win for you? That you can take it.”

“Please.” You whined, much brattier this time— all but throwing a fit.

“There’s that attitude.” He chuckled. “Keep that up. It makes it more fun for me when you break.” His hands snaked up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. You whined and squirmed, but surprisingly, it worked. He moved a hand between your legs, swiftly pushing in two fingers and rapidly curling them against your walls. You let out a choked moan from the sudden pleasure as your head rolled back onto the couch and your hips bucked. He pulled you even farther down the couch, then leaned down and took your clit in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” You said through a moan, hips flinching as he groaned against you in response. Lifting your head to look down at him, you found his eyes already on you, making you blush and squirm under his gaze. After getting so turned on and not coming when you sucked him off before, your orgasm approached quickly. The volume of your moans increased as you started trying to rut against his face. He suddenly pulled back, his fingers halting, making you whine.

“Please, I was so close.” You pouted.

“I know.” He leaned back down, resuming the motions of his fingers as he started working your clit over in his mouth again. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, but you let out a choked sob when he stopped.

“Please!” You cried.

“Shh. Be a good girl and take your punishment.” He muttered before leaning back down and continuing. You weren’t sure how many times you were on the cusp of pleasure before it was ripped away from you, but you knew it was at least five— after that you weren’t able to concentrate on counting through your crying and desperation. He pulled back but continued moving his fingers as you babbled out incoherent pleas.

“I have to admit, my patience is wearing thin so I’ll only keep this up for a little longer.” You sobbed in relief at his words. “Once I’m ready to come, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Remember how much you liked it before? It won’t be nearly as pleasurable this time and you certainly won’t be able to come from it.”

“No- no, please.” You said, panicked. The thought of being empty was enough to intensify your crying. “Please- I don’t care if I don’t come, just please fuck me.” You whimpered.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He said softly, but you just shook your head.

“No, I- I need your cock- please!”

“How do I know you won’t come?” He asked, slowing his fingers to a stop before removing them, making you whimper at the emptiness.

“I won’t! Please- I promise I won’t!” He watched you cry for a moment before cursing under his breath and working on taking his cock out of his pants.

“Can’t fucking say no to you.” He muttered, helping you to lay down on the couch as he crawled over you. The second he pushed in, you let out a relieved sob that turned into a whine when you tried to move your arms.

“Please- I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.” You whimpered, watching the way his brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan when he was all the way in.

“I can’t, you still need to be punished.” He said breathlessly and you sobbed the hardest you have all night so far.

“Please! Please- I’m sorry!” You cried and he shushed you as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.

“I know, it’s okay.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you as he slowly started moving. Trailing kisses up your jaw to your ear, he whispered, “You’re doing so well, little one. Making me feel so good.” You sobbed harder at the pet name— not used to such affection from him.

“Oh god,” You moaned, already feeling close again. When he picked up the pace and began kissing and marking your neck, you started panting again. You tried to at least tone down your sobbing a little bit, but after you started, it was really hard to stop.

“Fuck- I’m already close.” He whined, rutting into you desperately now. His hands never left your body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet moans and shaky breaths. When he stilled with a low groan, your cunt ached at the way his cock was twitching inside you, painting your walls with his come. After a moment, his moans stopped and he was panting heavily into your shoulder. When he started pulling out, you sobbing intensified.

“No! Please- please don’t- not yet.” You whimpered.

“I need to get this off of you.” He said, lifting his head from your neck to look at the straight jacket.

“I don’t care- just please don’t leave yet.” You cried.

“Okay- It’s okay. Sit up like this.” He maneuvered you so that he was sitting on the couch and you were straddling his hips, his cock never leaving you. He started working on the straight jacket, unbuckling all of it until he could slip it off if you and toss it on the floor. Now that your hands were free, you realized that you couldn’t even do anything with them, not without making him uncomfortable. So you continued crying.

“Okay, just- come here.” He muttered, pulling you down to lay on his chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight as you turned your cheek, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin. His hands fumbled around for a moment before eventually settling on your hips and you knew that he was probably miserable right now. Honestly you’re surprised he didn’t just throw you off of him instead.

“I’m sorry- I…” He shushed you, not letting you continue babbling out apologies.

“Just breathe.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but obey. You let out a slow shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “That’s it. Just focus on breathing. You did so well for me, I’m very proud.” You let out another quiet sob at the praise and shushed you again as he moved a hand up to your hair, lightly stroking it to soothe you.

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “Just breathe— you’re okay.”

Part 9

(For the sake of the plot, bestie is no longer taking oral contraceptives because he had her get an iud or something back in Arkham lol)

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graneymar · 1 year

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#1. NEYMAR: Bitter taste

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have been dating for only a few months when there were rumours about you being on vacation with your ex.

WARNINGS: angst

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

Neymars POV:

Impossible. This can't be real. She would never do that. She loves me. I kept looking at the pictures and videos Y/N's ex posted on instagram a few days ago. She told me she'd be on vacation with her mother, but seemingly my fans knew better. They found recent pictures of her and her ex in Malta. I couldn't take my eyes off those pictures and stories. Pictures and videos of them at the beach together, clubbing, hugging, even kissing. Of course these images went viral instantly. Everyone was talking about how the "former playboy" Neymar Jr. got cheated on himself this time. Some people called it my karma, saying I deserved it. Others wished Y/N death in the comment section. But me? I felt nothing, pure emptiness. No emotions, no feelings. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Looking at her in these photos, I couldn't even recognize her as the woman I loved so much. She seemed so different. Her facial expressions, her gestures, her whole behavior. Who is she? Have I been really giving my all to someone I didn't actually know at the end of the day?

"Sinto muito irmão", Cris, one of my closest friends, texted me [I'm very sorry, bro]. Obviously he heard about the news already. I didn't even have the power or nerve to respond.

I was sitting outside on the terrace. It was about 8pm and Y/N was supposed to get here in about two hours. In those eight months we were together we have never been apart from each other for so long. We always managed to at least see each other at the weekends. Now she has been gone for three weeks and to be honest, I didn't even want her to come back. Thinking about how jealous she always used to be, how scared she was of losing me, and now it was her I saw in the arms of someone else.

I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to distract myself. The bottle of red wine I planned to drink with Y/N tonight caught my eye finally. Sinking into the couch I opened the bottle and couldn't stop myself from taking one sip after another. My family and friends called and texted me non-stop, reaching out to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I switched my phone off and continued gazing at the TV that wasn't even on. All I saw was my reflection, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hands. Like a damn fool.

Soon enough, the second bottle was opened and I started feeling a little tipsy. No, I can't be here when she arrives. I can not stand looking or talking to her now. "Hey Kylian, what's up? Wanna go out tonight?", I called him after switching on my phone again, ignoring all the messages and missed calls. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out clubbing? Y/N will be there soon, you should probably talk it out", he replied.

"This is exactly what I don’t want and need. I've been sitting here overthinking it all for hours now. I need some distraction." It was clear to me that Kylian wasn't thrilled, but in the end, he agreed to get some drinks with me.

Y/Ns POV:

I could barely hold back a squeal of happiness the moment I opened the door to Neymars house. Three weeks without him felt like a year to me. I never thought I would miss someone so much.

Why are all the lights turned off? Weird. I expected him to wait for me, but didn't think of anything bad as I assumed he probably fell asleep on the couch, but no, he didn't. The only thing I saw were two empty bottles of red wine and a third one open. I laughed to myself "He really couldn’t wait and got drunk before I even arrived, hm?" Being sure that he already dozed off in the bedroom, I entered quietly, only to find the room empty. I slowly started worrying. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Is this another one of his stupid pranks? I tried to switch on my phone to see if he texted me anything, but the battery was dead. As I was looking for a charger, I noticed a little note at the side of my bed and picked it up.

I hope you had a great vacation with (your ex's name). Pack your stuff and be gone by tomorrow morning.

What the fuck? Where did this come from? My heart was racing, I started panicking. "Come on, come on, come on", I said as I tried to turn on my phone once more. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I finally was able to type in my code. I tried calling Neymar, but as expected, he didn't pick up. After the probably 7th call I decided to check if he posted something on his instagram story, revealing where he would be or what he was doing. He didn’t post anything, but Kylian did. He was out with Neymar, in some kind of club. Suddenly I got a text from my best friend. "Uhm, why is (your ex's name) posting pictures of you two together? Aren’t these old?" What did he do? I knew he never liked seeing Neymar and me together, but making up rumours?! For what? Did he really think I'd go back to him after he tried to destroy my relationship?

I searched (your ex's name) up on instagram and was in shock. He indeed posted pictures and videos of us together in Malta from a year ago. I scrolled through the comments. Some people were making of Neymar, saying he deserved to get played after everything he has allegedly done to women. But most of them wished me death, stating they expected me to cheat, I am so fake, I never loved Neymar but his money and fame only.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I sat down on the bed. How could he ever think I would actually cheat on him? Didn’t I show how much I loved him? Wasn’t I doing enough for him and our relationship? Glancing at the note he wrote once more, I shook my head. I wouldn’t just leave him like this. Not for some stupid cheating rumours.

Neymars POV:

I decided to spend the night at Kylians house, giving Y/N the opportunity to leave before I'd get home. Normally, going out with friends and drinking always distracted me for at least a few hours, but it didn’t help me at all last night. Quite the opposite even. My eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying. My throat was burning due to the amount of alcohol I drank.

Entering the house I could still smell her fragrance. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the last time I would be "that" close to her. Looking around I realised there really wasn’t any of her belongings, meaning she most probably read the note and left like I told her to. "Oh shit", I whispered to myself as I entered the living room, seeing the bottles of wine that left a disgusting smell. As a consequence of the heavy drinking from last night, I couldn’t stand to smell any form of alcohol, so I decided to spend some minutes on the terrace. To my surprise, the door stood open. I stepped out and saw Y/N sitting on the bench, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?", I harshly asked, "I told you to leave by the morning."

"And you really think I would just leave you like that?" Her eyes were as red and puffy as mine. She looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. My heart would actually break seeing her cry, especially knowing I was the reason, but this time I didn't even care. "Well, you really should since I fucking told you to." The tears in her eyes were forming again as she looked away from me. "Have you at least packed your bags?", I asked her. She shook her head from left to right. "Then I'm going to do it for you", I said going inside.

"Neymar", Y/N shouted following me. I opened the door to her closet and started taking her stuff out. "Can you at least hear me out? I just want to explain it all to you." I looked at her in disbelief and laughed sarcastically. "I don't need an explanation. Everything I need to know, I saw."

"But it isn’t true Neymar, I didn’t cheat on you." I let out an annoyed moan. "You want to tell me these pictures are photoshopped? You met him by accident and then decided to spend your vacation with him so you wouldn’t get bored with your mom? Honestly, just drop it. I don’t wanna hear shit from you." Watching her breaking down in tears made me swallow very hard, but I couldn’t give in, not after her cheating on me with her ex. "The pictures and videos he posted are old. It was on his birthday, last year."

"Mhm, and it’s just a coincidence you've been there on his birthday again right?"

"Actually, yes. You know he lives there. The year I've been with him I was there all the time. I even thought of moving there. Trust me, I don't give a damn about him anymore. I just fell in love with the island." We remained silent for a moment, while I continued to throw her belongings into a random suitcase I found. "I don't know how to prove it to you, Ney. I deleted all those pictures as soon as we got together. I can’t even show you they’re old." No response from me. "He always wanted to tear us apart because he knew you were the real reason I left him."

"Congratulations to him. He succeeded", I coldly replied. She took out her phone and started scrolling, "Here." From the corner of my eye, I saw her holding her phone up. "Y/N, I don't want to see anything. I don't even care anymore. We're done."

"But this is undeniable proof that he is lying", her voice got louder, which made me raise an eyebrow at her. "Undenibale proof you say, huh?" I took the phone out of her hand and saw her instagram story archive. The same pictures and videos he posted a few days ago. My heart stopped for a second when I saw the date. Over a year ago. Not even able to look at her, I handed her her phone back. I couldn’t say a word, I felt so stupid. "But if you wish for me to leave, I will", she broke the silence, ripping her stuff out of my hand, "I just wanted to let you know that I would never cheat on you and if you still decide to go separate ways, it’s okay. Just please know that I really do love you and could never do anything to hurt you." I watched her filling the suitcase with her clothes. "And for your future relationships, you should really consider talking to your girlfriend first before leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain herself", she somehow managed to say inbetween her sobs. "Y/N, baby…" I softly hugged her from behind and turned her around. She buried her face in my chest and started crying even harder. "I'm so sorry. I can’t believe I even thought you would do that to me. He just made everything seem so legit and real." We just stood there, no one saying a word until she calmed down a little. "I love you Neymar, I love you so much. How could you even believe it for a second?" she spoke up.

"I didn’t at first, but… what would you think? I knew you were actually there and all of a sudden these photos appear on his instagram. And it’s not even a year ago that you broke up with him. I was scared you could possibly go back." Y/N finally looked up, staring right into my eyes. "I love you, you idiot", she said before pecking my lips quickly. "I love you too." I wiped away her tears with my thumb. "How about we'll take a nap, order food later and watch some movies? I think none of us really slept this night." She yawned as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

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thedisablednaturalist · 2 years

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I think what trips people up in the neurodivergent vs. physically disabled discourse is that you can't treat disabilities the same way as you treat LGBTQ+ identities. The goal for LGBTQ+ identities if for us all to one day be equal to cishet+ people. Someones gender identity or sexuality or race will not make them inherently more privileged or oppressed eventually. But with illnesses it's different.

I'm an ambulatory wheelchair user. I am disabled, but someone who is paralyzed is less privileged than me even though we both use wheelchairs and are disabled. For example, if I reach an area that is inaccessible, I can stand up and go around or remove the obstacle. It is not as easy for someone who is a full time wheelchair user. But we are still both disabled. Someone who has only ADHD and no physical disabilities is more privileged than someone with physical disabilities. Both people are disabled. However if the building is burning down, one person can take the stairs and escape and one person has to wait for rescue. And for the foreseeable future, unless there comes a day that prosthetics and medicine become so advanced there are no longer any negative aspects of disability (pain, illness, mobility, mental state), this will be the case.

And instead of trying to burst into the paraplegic support group and whine at them and throw a fit that they aren't talking about ME, I use my privilege to advocate for more accessibility in my town and at my college campus. Not that they aren't able to, but being able to mask my disability has put me in sort of a medium between abled people and the disabled community. I've been able to help so I do.

I am physically disabled, so I consider myself part of the cripplepunk community. I can do this because people look at me and label me as a cripple. People don't look at a mentally ill/neurodivergent person and do that. There are other descriptors used for neurodivergents if you would like to reclaim one of them.

Also, I consider myself neurodivergent as well. Some of you don't consider that people can be physically disabled AND neurodivergent. The barriers I faced with my neurodivergence and the barriers I faced with my physical disability are worlds apart. Both are challenging, but my physical disability has been harder. Does that mean I should ignore my neurodivergence? Does that mean neurodivergents should no longer be supported? Of course not! But in many cases, especially in modern times, mental health has made a ton of progress but it's left us physically disabled peeps behind. So please stop talking over physically disabled and chronically ill people and derailing the little support we get for yourselves. You aren't a cripple and you don't need to be one to be a part of the larger disabled community. You don't need to be a cripple to get support. In our society it's the opposite. We get left behind, ignored, our lives ripped from us. And yea, neurodivergents have this happen to them too but please understand that our pain has continued while neurodivergence is becoming more accepted.

I was able to get on meds so easily. I was screened for depression at my school. There were problems with this of course but they actually tried to seek out depressed kids and help them (even if it caused issues). Yes it costs money. Yes it may be harder outside of the states (or easier idk). But the same shit happens to us cripples as well and our mobility devices cost THOUSANDS out of pocket while meds cost hundreds at the most. My psychiatrist gave me a Zoloft prescription my first appointment and my rheumatologist laughed at me for wanting a walker.

We are tired and we are mad. We have a right to be angry at the mistreatment we've suffered. It's incredibly insulting to dismiss that pain. It's what our doctors do to us, our parents, our friends, our communities. Stop tearing us down to push yourselves further forward. If you truly want to get rid of any division in our community, help bring us up to your level instead of throwing a tantrum about the meanie cripples not letting you take our word that doesn't even fit you. It's insulting to want a word so bad that would never be thrown at you in the first place. It's like a cis binary queer person crying that they can't use the word tranny for themselves.

Please try to understand our pain and educate yourselves about history and experiences outside of your own diagnosis. Don't assume we have it easier because you see us. Most people don't.

#fibromyalgia #chronic disability #chronic pain #spoonie #cripplepunk #any other physically disabled people feel free to chime in #abled people dont clown on this post #honestly there was such a stark difference in how i was treated when i disclosed my adhd/anxiety/depression/DID vs #when i started using a wheelchair #people reacted badly to both sides but reacted so much worse to the wheelchair

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 31

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

pt 30

pt 32

A/N: Please remember that until further notice ALL of these chapters are FLASHBACKS that take place BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF FIXER UPPER! Just clarifying again because I’m tired of having to explain it 😭😭

warnings: lots of death, animal death, Kurapika gets drunk again lol, Reader’s suicidal thoughts/urges brought up

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(Name) stood in her apartment after reaching York New city, packing more essentials now that she was more prepared for the trip she was going to be taking.

They were headed to NGL, a country where people lived alongside nature. Apparently that’s where Kite assumed the chimera ant queen claw came from.

As she was about to leave, her phone began to rang.

“… Melody?” she answered as she walked out of the door. Melody sounded frantic on the other end, blubbering.

“It’s Kurapika, he got himself drunk again and won’t stop crying! I’m trying to coax him out of the bar, but he won’t listen to me.”

(Name) paused, standing outside of her apartment, her key hovering over the lock. “… he what?”

“He’s incredibly drunk, and won’t stop crying. I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid he’ll make himself sick.”

(Name) paused, rubbing her temple. ‘What has gotten into him? Why is he acting like this when he’s always been so calm and collected?’

“I’m about to leave for another country. Leorio should be the second closest person to your location, I’ll text him.”

Melody sighed in relief over the phone, and (Name) could vaguely hear Kurapika slurring his words and the sound of objects being thrown around.

“Thank you, (Name). I know talking about him upsets you, I don’t mean to burden you-“

“No, it’s not a burden at all. He… he may have done and said some bad things, but I still love him with all my heart.”

She sighed softly, calling Leorio shortly after. He picked up almost immediately. “(Name), how are you doing? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, I’ve been-“

“Leorio…”

He paused, immediately going silent at the sound of her voice. “… what happened?”

(Name) locked her apartment, looking at the address Melody sent her. “It’s Kurapika. Apparently he’s drunk and won’t listen to reason. I can’t go for various reasons, but do you think you c-“

“No.”

She blinked, taking a moment to think before responding. “… no? What do you mean?”

“(Name), do you seriously expect me to help him after everything he put you through? For gods sake, you nearly killed yourself!”

The air grew thick and tense, and she could hear Leorio sigh over the phone. “I… I shouldn’t have said that. But my point still stands. How can you even think about helping him after that? The things he said to you… I care about you, (Name), but you need to think of yourself for once. I know you love him, but… there’s only so much you can do for someone that’s stuck in the past.”

She teared up, trembling. (Name) knew Leorio was right, she really did, but she couldn’t just leave Kurapika to potentially hurt himself or others. It wasn’t right. “Please…”

Leorio felt his heart leap into his throat when he heard how desperate she sounded. He knew just from the sound of her voice that she was crying. He slapped a hand over his forehead, cursing himself mentally for snapping at her. She was still in a very sensitive stage of healing, it wasn’t the right time to be saying these things to her.

“For me, Leorio… I couldn’t live with myself if I knew he got hurt…” she pleaded. He could picture the tears falling down her chubby cheeks, and her hands trembling as they held onto her phone.

He groaned, rubbing his temple. “Alright, alright… but I won’t be nice about it.”

She sniffled, and he was relieved when he heard a little laugh escape her lips. “Haha… thank you, Leorio. Be safe, love you.”

“You be safe, got me worried to death over here. I’ll come running if you need me, don’t hesitate to call my phone if you run into trouble on your mission.” Leorio said, his eyes softening as he looked at her contact photo.

“And… I love you too.”

She smiled, her finger hovering over the end call button. “Goodbye, Leorio.”

“Bye, sunshine.”

Leorio glanced at the address (Name) texted him before signing heavily. ‘He never thinks about how his actions will affect others, does he? There’s no way I’ll be nice to him about this.’

He put on his coat and made his way to his car, placing his cup of coffee in the cup holder. Leorio wasn’t going to let this slide.

Not at all.

———————

(Name) met up with the others at the airport, spotting Gon and Killua sitting together. As soon as they noticed her, the two boys perked up, Gon waving his hand with a big smile on his face. “(Name), you’re back!”

She put on the best smile she could. (Name) had tried her hardest to wipe away any evidence that she had been crying on her way to the airport, but Killua still raised an eyebrow when she got closer.

Gon was the one to point it out, though. “(Name)… are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.”

A sigh left her lips before she could stop herself, the (h/c) haired woman waving her hand dismissively. “I’m fine, where’s Kite?”

She nearly jumped when Kite walked into view, almost as if he was summoned. Killua and Gon turned to face him as he began to speak.

“It may be a bit late to ask, but are you sure you want to come?”

“Of course!” Gon answered immediately, wearing his usual smile.

“You’re my nen teacher, I don’t have much of a choice.” (Name) said, folding her arms.

“You weren’t kidding about the “late” part.” Killua replied with a smirk.

Kite glanced at them before looking ahead. “We have no idea what the situation is like inside NGL. There may very well be a swarm of giant Chimera Ants already, hunting humans down. If that turns out to be the case, my priority will be saving them, so I may not be able to help any of you. You must be able to protect yourselves. If you want to come, that’s the requirement.”

With the last line, Killua spared (Name) a glance, his expression changing only enough for his closest friend to notice. “Okay, got it.” Gon agreed to Kite’s requirements, gently squeezing Killua’s hand. It was his way of saying that they would be okay, that (Name) would be okay.

“We’ll be fine.” Killua said, relaxing slightly with Gon’s comforting touch. Again he snuck a glance at (Name) who was looking intently a kite. Killua didn’t think she was weak, but he knew she wasn’t on their level of strength at all. Although he worried, he was confident that either him or Gon would be able to protect her if push came to shove.

This thought made the young assassin pause. ‘When did I come to care for her so much?’

He thought back to the Hunter Exam, remembering when she stepped in front of the woman who planned on killing him and got hurt in the process, or when she covered him and Gon in her cardigan to keep them warm during the Third Phase. She even let the boys stay at her apartment when they came for the York New auction, feeding and housing them for free. It wasn’t often that people showed Killua genuine kindness.

Unfortunately, Killua was used to working with a guve and take sort of relationship. ‘If I keep her safe during this, it’ll more than pay back for all the nice things she’s done. Then I won’t be in her debt.’ Killua thought to himself, trying to shake off the feeling of dread he had about her coming with them. Caring for too many people was a recipe for disaster, especially going into a dangerous situation like this one. The more you worried about others, the more likely you are to get yourself killed.

“Don’t worry boys, I’ll keep you safe.”

Killua felt his stomach sink at (Name)’s words. A soft, but firm hand was placed on both of their shoulders as she spoke. “I won’t let anything happen to you, not on my life.”

His chest hurt, it felt like he was having trouble breathing. Why was this woman that was obviously so much weaker than them so determined to keep them safe, when it was them who should be protecting her? Why did she put herself in harms way when she didn’t have to, when it didn’t benefit her? Killua didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand.

But… it made him feel strangely… happy. Someone in this world was determined to keep him safe, to keep him happy and warm and fed. No one had ever given him that type of security before. Sure Gon was his friend who he loved and cherished, but he couldn’t give Killua the type of love (Name) did.

The love a mother had for her son.

‘Mom…’

Killua looked at her a little differently, staying silent as Kite spoke up once more.

“And if I’m the one who’s in danger, you should escape without me.” Kite finished, looking between the three of them. “Got it?”

None of them answered, his words leaving them uneasy.

As they flew over York New city, the sun began to set before they knew it. (Name), Gon, and Killua watched as the sun set outside of the airship.

“What did you just decide?”

“Remember what Kite said before we left? That we should escape without him if he’s in danger.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it was a choice.”

“Yeah. That’s why none of us answered, but I’ve been thinking. Is it possible for Kite, who earned Ging’s respect, to be in that much danger?”

(Name) frowned, leaning against the wall. That was a question only a child would ask. Of course, regardless of skill, one could always be in danger given the right circumstance. There was always a bigger fish, someone was alway stronger than you.

“You said that Ging had a reason for bringing Kite and me together…” Gon said, glancing to Killua.

“Yeah.”

“You’re probably right. I don’t know the reason, but I can’t give up halfway, no matter what’s going on. Otherwise I’ll disappoint Ging. Of course, I could never forgive myself, either. So I won’t run away. Thats I’ve decided.”

Killua sighed. “Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it’s just business as usual.”

“Huh? I thought about this a lot. I even ran a bunch of mental simulations…”

(Name) tried not to laugh imagining Gon trying his best to think of possible situations that may happen in the near future.

“Think all you’ll want, but you’ll still be Gon. If someone said you should abandon them, you’d never do it.” Killua replied, unable to keep himself from smiling:

“Mmm… you make it sound like I wasted my time considering it. Then what about you?”

“I’m a spontaneous guy, so I’d think about it when the time comes.”

“You mean you might run away?”

Killua paused for just a moment, his eyes moving from (Name) then back to Gon. He exhaled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Depends. I can’t say until it actually happens.”

“Say for instance…”

“I can’t tell you what is do in a hypothetical situation. I don’t decide until it’s time.”

The air ship carried the group heads for the Mitene Union, still unaware of the cruel fate that lies in wait for them…

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Seeking the giant Chimera Any, Kite’s group has arr he’s in the Mitene Union. Now, they travel from the Republic of Rokario to the neighboring GGL Autonomous Region. “NGL, huh? They believe living naturally is always better. They may be weird for living there, but you guys are weird for coming to visit, too. No idea what’s going on, but I’ve already driven in about ten similar groups today alone.”

“Ten groups?!” Gon exclaimed, turning to look at the man driving them.

“Yeah.”

“Then it sounds like we’re among the last to arrive.” Kite said, gazing out the window.

The all exited the van, (Name) groaning as she stretched lightly. “Ugh, my legs fell asleep. K-Kite!”

She held onto his arm, her legs shaking like a newborn giraffe as she tried to regain her balance.

“I told you to not sit on your leg, but you wouldn’t listen.” Killua teased, poking her leg. She yelped and nearly fell over, but was kept steady by a firm hand on her lower back.

“Those two huge trees serve as the checkpoint and embassy,” the driver said, pointing to the large trees ahead of them.

“Those may be the biggest trees I’ve ever seen in my life. Hmm…” (Name) walked towards them. “These probably hold so much history. Do you think they were around before the people living in this country?”

“Probably long before.” Kite answered, smiling softly as she waddled on ahead with Killua and Gon flanking her in case she stumbled. “Stay alert. The ants are a concern, but the NGL is more than a nature loving organization.”

“Got it.”

Two men met them at one of the trees, smiling in a vaguely friendly way. “What brings you here?”

“We’re on a hunt. A quarantined organism may have invaded this country.”

“If you are pro Hunters, then we cannot deny you entry. Follow me.”

They walked inside, where men were typing away on computers. “You’re using computers to and machines.” Killua said, staying near (Name)’s side.

“This place isn’t within NGL’s borders. This area is used for foreign relations and information exchange.”

“Are there any facilities similar to this within the country?”

“No, not a single one. No machines of any kind are allowed inside NGL. Naturally, visitors are also not allowed to bring any inside. Which means you’ll need to remove all metallic, petroleum, glass, or other such goods on your person.”

“D-Does that included my glasses?”

“Yes. If your clothes, belts, shoes, or underwear contain any plastic, chemicals, or metal you must remove.”

(Name)’s face heated up, and she took a step back. Both Killua and Gon didn’t seem very pleased, but stayed quiet.

“You’re kidding. You’re telling us to strip naked?” Spin said, popping her bubblegum.

“Don’t worry. There is natural clothing for sale upstairs.”

“Also, if there are any bolts inside your body, dental implants, gold, silver. Or silicone enhancements that cannot be removed, you will not be allowed to enter.”

(Name) accompanied the others upstairs, looking around the racks for suitable clothing. She was disappointed to see very sparse options in the plus size section. ‘Well, at least there’s something.’

She walked out, wearing a tanktop and baggy sweatpants. It wasn’t super flattering, but the clothes were strangely comfortable.

“Miss, you can keep your cardigan. It’s made with wool and died with beetroot juice.”

Killua and Gon watched as she happily donned her signature cardigan. “Ah, that’s fortunate. I really didn’t want to leave it behind.”

She walked down the stairs, joining the others. Kite watched as she smiled softly, gently patting her cardigan. “Only six of us are left?”

He glanced out the window. “I want you to stand by in the closest town. We’ll return here within two weeks and contact you.”

“Got it.”

The group was taken across to the other tree. “The checkpoint is over there. There will be a physical exam and interview as well as metal, x-ray, and ultrasound scanning.”

Kite sighed, surveying the area. “The security is rather strict.”

“Some people have smuggled in guns by hiding the parts inside their bodies. It’s common for people to hide cameras or cellphones in their rectums. Some people even trained animals to bring them laptops once they are inside.”

After thoroughly checking them, the woman gave them a friendly smile. “All of you are clean.”

(Name) sighed, looking as they stored away her medication, even her inhaler. Killua and Gon glanced at each other then to her.

“(Name), are you sure you should come without your inhaler? Leorio said it was very important that you keep it on you at all times…” Gon said, tilting his head.

She shrugged, buttoning her cardigan up slightly. “Meh, I’ll probably be fine… I just have to take it easy.”

“This isn’t exactly the place where you’ll be able to take it easy, dummy.” Killua replied, lightly smacking her head.

“Owie…”

She held her head and followed them as they were guided towards the entrance to the NGL.

“Thank you for your patience. Please pass through,”

The walked out, (Name) nearly being blinded by the bright light.

“Welcome to the NGL!”

The looked out across the landscape, being somewhat unimpressed. “Okay, let’s begin the hunt.”

———————

(Name) held on tightly to Kite’s waist, her face buried into his back. “I didn’t know you were scared of horses, (Name),” Killua teased from the back of another horse.

“I’m n-not afraid of horses, I just don’t like riding them!”

“They’re gentle creatures, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“Gon, I said I’m not afraid of horses! I’m afraid of riding on the back of a galloping creature with little to no way to stay secure!”

Kite glanced back at her, his hand gently taking hers. “I won’t let you fall, so don’t worry.”

She paused, her cheeks beating up ever so slightly as she buried her face further into his back. “Thanks… that might make up for you forgetting to teach me.”

He snickered. “I still intend to teach you, when we have the time.”

“Uh huh.”

Killua’s watched the interaction, his eyebrows furrowing. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, he felt strangely protective over her, and he wasn’t as sure about Kite as Gon was.

They took a short break, Killua pulling (Name) over to sit with him and Gon while they looked over a map. “Woah, slow down. You’re pulling me too hard.”

“Sorry.”

He didn’t sound very sorry. She huffed, kneeling beside the two as they went over the map. As they spoke, she rummaged through her bag to hand out some water and snacks.

“They’re still following us, aren’t they?” Gon said, making (Name) look up. Killua nodded.

“Yeah… they claim to be here in case we encounter unknown tribes and require interpreters or intermediaries, but they’re obviously here to watch us.”

“Well, I never expected the people here to be of any help. My gut tells me that it’s here.” (Name) jumped slightly when Kite walked over.

“You really think so? The air does seem… off.”

Kite nodded, walking back towards their horse. “Yeah, let’s get going. We’re burning daylight.”

They continued on horseback, (Name) finding a bit of courage to look around. The area was desert like, so quiet a bit of dust was kicked up by the horses. She squinted her eyes, spotting a small dot of yellow approaching them.

‘Is that… no, it can’t be…’

“Kite, we have to stop!”

Kite brought the horse to a stop, the others following suit. As they looked to her for an explanation, one of the bees landed on her finger, a piece of paper stuck to it.

“This… this is one of Ponzu’s bees.”

Kite took the paper, reading over it before handing it to Gon and Killua.

The note read: “Help!! Chimera ant nest! Rocky Area, notify Hunter Association!!” along with a small drawing of said rocky area.

“It’ll be dangerous… but could you accompany me?” Kite asked looking to the three.

“Of course!” Gon said immediately, the bee landing on his finger.

“We’re pros…” Killua agreed, glancing (Name)’s way. He was hoping she would turn back, but when he noticed the expression on her face, he knew there was no way she would be leaving.

“Yeah… I’m going. I want to know if Ponzu is okay.”

Killua helped (Name) off of the horse, holding onto her hand. “Are you sure? Like Kite said, it’s going to be dangerous.”

He was hoping he could persuade her, but knew he couldn’t. When she wanted to do something, she would do it. “I’m sure. Thank you for worrying though, Killua.”

Killua felt his face go red as she ruffled his hair. Although he usually wouldn’t let people get away with treating him like a child… he didn’t mind if it was her. It wasn’t done to demean him or put down his accomplishments, it was purely because she cared about him, and he was beginning to realize that.

“Miss Interpreter… sorry, but we’re in a hurry.” Kite said to the woman that had been following them.

“Yes. The horses can move a bit faster.”

“They won’t be fast enough. I want you two to return to the border, find the others, and get word to the Association. These creatures are dangerous.” Kite said to the others.

“Got it.”

“Be careful, Kite.”

(Name) began to stretch with Killua and Gon, lacing up her shoes again and tying them extra tight. She wasn’t sure how long she could run for, but she knew she could keep up with them for a good bit.

“If you can’t keep up, I’ll leave you behind.” Kite warned, getting off the horse. Killua huffed.

“Right back at you.”

“All ready to go!” Gon said, smiling.

(Name) stood beside them, feeling a bit nervous. She looked between the other three, holding the straps of her backpack tight.

“Let’s go.”

She ran beside them, keeping up pretty well. As they raised through the desert area, Killua and Gon both kept an eye on her to make sure she was still following behind. They didn’t doubt her skill, but did worry over her due to her asthma. Not only were they running quite a bit, but they were kicking up a lot of dust as they did.

She was relieved when they came upon a forested area, the group stopping a bit ahead of her. Thinking it was for a break, she took out her canteen and took a swig, only to spit out her water almost immediately.

On the ground in front of them was a puddle of blood, along with torn bits of clothing… clothing that (Name) recognized. “No…”

Gon grimaced beside her, his hand reaching out to squeeze hers. It was a bit too tight, but she didn’t say anything, she was in shock.

Killua bent over. “This… is a bullet casing.”

(Name) turned to see him holding up just that, the bucket casing glinting in the light that shined between the canopy above. “Nothing mechanical is allowed here, right?”

“So the underground rulers of NGL were manufacturing guns in addition to drugs.”

“But, judging by this…”

“It wasn’t done by a human. Most likely, it was a Chimera Ant. If the Chimera Ants are using guns… I hate to consider the possibility, but it’s possible that NGL’s underground rulers have already been fed to the queen…”

(Name) was still in shock, dropping to her knees to tenderly pick up Ponzu’s hat. Her fingers traced the fabric, brushing away the dirt.

“What will happen if Chimera Ants are both with their genes? NGL and Chimera Ants… the worst combination imaginable. This could create an unprecedented biohazard.”

Killua watched her from a distance, feeling some strange heartache when he noticed tears falling down her cheeks.

“Do you think she’s… alive?”

Her voice cracked at the work alive, as if it was hard for her to imagine a world where Ponzu wasn’t alive. Killua and Gon shared a glance, preparing to speak but Kite beat them to it.

“It’s unlikely.”

It was like time stopped, the air around her growing too heavy to breathe in. She stared at the hat in her grasp, her hands trembling. “No… no she can’t be dead, there… there has to be-“

“(Name).”

Kite placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “We can’t sit here and speculate. If we don’t keep moving, the death count will keep rising, and your friend’s death would have been in vain. If seeing death is something you can’t handle, you should turn back while you still can.”

It was a bit harsh, but he wasn’t wrong. The road ahead of the would be full of death and destruction, and if she chose to walk that road she would have to be strong enough to keep moving, despite her losses.

She wiped her tears and stood up, pocketing Ponzu’s hat. “Sorry, I’m ready.”

Kite nodded, and they all began their journey again, this time in complete silence.

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In a town a few hours away from York New, Leorio drove down one of the winding roads as he glanced at the address on his phone. It was nearly midnight, and he had an important exam he’d have to take in the morning.

“You’re doing this for her, Leorio,” he mumbled to himself as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

(Name) never asked him to do things for her, no, she only asked for favors when it came to helping others. Sometimes he wished she would put herself first and let him be there for her more, but he knew that it would take some time for her to open up more.

Leorio stopped the car and peeked out his window, surveying the bar the address had led him to.

“Where is he? Melody told (Name) he would be-“

He stopped, his eyes landing on a slumped figure sitting on the sidewalk. Leorio knew exactly who it was, even though their face was covered by their long blonde hair.

“Kurapika.”

Leorio stood in front of the blonde, waiting as he slowly lifted his head. “Leorio? Why… are you here..?”

The man crossed his arms, staring down at Kurapika with the look of a disappointed father. “Come on, you can’t just sit on the sidewalk drunk. Where’s Melody?”

The blonde blinked slowly, his eyes half lidded as he looked up at Leorio. “Had to go watch Neon…”

Leorio’s lips formed into a tight line. “I’m assuming she took your shift to save your ass?”

Kurapika didn’t answer, instead hiccuping before sipping on a bottle of water that had been left beside him. Leorio knew it had to be Melody who left it behind for him, to help Kurapika sober up a bit. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

The blonde didn’t protest, stumbling to his feet and nearly falling on his face before Leorio caught him. “Fuck, Kurapika, you’re wasted. What the hell has gotten into you?”

He didn’t answer, the smell of alcohol on Kurapika’s breath making Leorio grimace. Even through his anger, Leorio could sense something was wrong, that the person he had considered his friend needed help. “Whatever, come on.”

Leorio placed him in the passenger seat of his car, grabbing (Name)’s cardigan from the backseat and tossing it to Kurapika. It was cold, and Leorio’s car didn’t have heating, so that would keep him warm.

He just wasn’t expecting the reaction Kurapika would have to the soft clothing.

Kurapika’s eyes went wide, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face into the fabric, sobbing into her cardigan. “(Name)… oh, (Name)…”

This act made Leorio pause, his brows knitting together. He knew Kurapika had pushed her away for her own good, but he had still been unnecessarily cruel to the only person that had given him unconditional love since his clan was massacred. In Leorio’s eyes, he didn’t have the right to be sobbing into her cardigan and whimpering her name. Kurapika didn’t deserve to mourn her as if she was dead when she was still alive.

But Leorio still helped him to his hotel room, still held back his hair when he threw up, and still brushed Kurapika’s teeth for him so he wouldn’t have the taste of vomit in his mouth when he woke up. Leorio was a doctor, he couldn’t just leave him without something, so he tucked Kurapika in and set a glass of water and some pain relief medicine on the nightstand. It was all he could do, he had to leave so he could try and get some sleep before his exam in the morning.

As he left, he remembered that Kurapika still had (Name)’s cardigan. Leorio was about to take it back, but he watched as Kurapika snuggled into the fabric, the scent helping to calm down his racing heart. Leorio was far too kind, muttering under his breath as he closed Kurapika’s hotel door behind him. “I’ll just ask Melody to wash it and send it back tomorrow…”

Kurapika wouldn’t remember any of this encounter when he woke up, but he would be pleasantly surprised to be wearing (Name)’s cardigan in the morning.

Neither Leorio or (Name) would get that cardigan back, unfortunately.

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“It’s safe to assume that the Chimera Ants have assumed control of NGL’s interior. The question is if we can reach their nest before the Queen births the King.”

(Name) was having a bit of trouble keeping up, her chest was heavy with grief and regrets. Could she have saved Ponzu if she had come with her and Pokkle instead?

“Hindsight is always 20/20. Thinking of what could have been will change nothing,” Kite stated, as if he could read (Name)’s thoughts. The woman frowned deeply.

“I know… but… if I had just-“

Kite cut her off by holding up his hand. “But you didn’t. You’re here now, let’s focus on trying to honor your friend by saving as many lives as we can.”

She didn’t answer, simply allowing Gon to squeeze her hand gently. (Name) didn’t have the words or energy to properly respond to Kite. Her absence in her friend’s time of need weighed heavily on her chest, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever forgive herself.

“There’s still hope, (Name),” Gon said softly as they continued towards a small village. “You said Pokkle was with her, right? Maybe he’s still alive.”

She tried her best to smile. “You’re right, there is still hope. Sorry if I scared you, Gon.”

She knew better than most that Gon didn’t like seeing his friends lose hope. It was something that made the boy a bit anxious, and he’d often do as much as he could to make the other feel better. (Name) tried to keep her aura neutral as calm, to make sure he didn’t feel the need to comfort her too much. Gon was just a child after all, a child she wanted to protect. She couldn’t let her feelings of grief potentially put him in harm’s way.

That’s why, even as they walked through the abandoned village, she remained silent, a cold anger washing over her at the sight of torn and bloody children’s clothes and beloved dollies left behind in the dirt. No child would willingly leave their previous toy behind, and the clothes being the only thing telling them humans had been there was very similar to the state they’d found Ponzu in. Or well, what was left of her.

“No one’s here.” Gon said softly as his fingers traced the splintered wood of a destroyed door. Whatever had been there before them had the strength to tear down homes like shredding paper. “Hey… something smells. Coming from over there.”

The group followed a trail of blood, Killua instinctively sticking very close to (Name). It’s like his body could sense that she wasn’t as well equipped as them to handle the threat they would soon face, and he would need to have her at arms length in case something came at them.

They found several horses impaled on tree limbs, the sound of flies buzzing around they corpses and the smell of death becoming more pronounced the closer they got. (Name) covered her nose, gagging at the pungent odor hanging around the area.

“It’s like a morning sacrifice.” Gon said, making Killua and (Name) tilt their heads.

“A ritual practices by birds called bull-headed shrikes. They impale their prey on sharp objects such as branches.” Kite explained to the two, before they all turned their heads.

“HEY!”

Killua threw his arm in front of (Name), fueled by pure instinct. She yelped slightly, he hadn’t had time to hold back, so the blow to her belly stung quite a bit. She didn’t complain though, the sight of the creature appearing before them made her pain dull in comparison to the overwhelming fear she felt.

It was tall, possibly taller than Kite with a human-like appearance. The thing that set it apart was the strange legs and wing like limbs, along with rabbit ears, nose, and whiskers. The thing about it that scared her the most was the fact that it had been able to conceal its presence from them.

“What!?”

“Wh-what is that thing?”

(Name) pushed away the urge to pull Killua and Gon behind her, knowing that one wrong move could have that thing attack them within seconds. Her eyes didn’t leave the creature, not for a second. She had never felt so afraid, not even standing before the Phantom Troupe. At least they had been human, but she had no idea what this was, and the unknown was more frightening than anything else.

They were all on high alert, watching as it raised a hand to point at them. “Trash. Those are mine!”

It seemed to be angry that they were near its prey, the horses. That thing must have been what impale the poor things.

It launched towards them, so fast that (Name) could barely follow it with her eyes. Kite was its target, and when he easily dodged it, it came after them. It hit her, Gon, and Killua out of the way, the blow causing them to fly backwards several feet. (Name) nearly puked, and even Gon whined from the pain.

That sound made (Name) tense up, her aura spreading out to cover the two as she got into a fighting position. She didn’t have as much experience as Killua and Gon, but she would fight regardless.

The creature seemed focused on Kite, as he was the biggest threat, but he didn’t give the creature the time of day, instead disappearing from sight before reappearing behind the three. “Gon, Killua, (Name). You three must deal with him yourselves. This is a chimera ant soldier, we will encounter many more like him. I won’t be able to help you during combat. If you can’t defeat it, you’ll have to leave. You’ll just be in my way.”

The two boys nodded, their auras spiking as (Name) bit her lip. She knew Kite was right, he usually was, but she feared what may happen to them.

“Weren’t you listening, Kite?” Gon asked, his gaze focusing on the chimera ant.

“We’re also pros!” Killua added as they began to advance towards their opponent.

“Don’t treat us like kids!”

(Name) jumped slightly, holding a hand over her heart. She wanted to listen, but in her heart there would always be children to her. But she knew that babying them wouldn’t accomplish anything, so instead she stood by their sides, ready to fight with them.

(Name) attacked with them, barely dodging a hit that would have knocked her head clean off her shoulders. She used her nen to protect her body from another blow before reinforcing her fists and focusing all of her nen into her fist to punch him in the face.

The creature was dazed just long enough for Killua and to land a lightning based attack on him, paralyzing it so Gon could get a hit in with his own nen attack.

It was launched into the air, and before the could continue, it was scooped up by another Chimera Ant. It growled and roared, struggling. “Bastards! I’m gonna eat you! I will! Remember this!”

“Our attacks…” Gon whispered, his eyes still on the Chimera Ant.

“They didn’t work.” Killua finished, giving (Name) a look over before frowning.

Kite approached them, his aura calm. “That guy’s smart. He let his soldier do the fighting, so he could learn our abilities. Are you coming?”

They all turned to look at him, eyes wide.

“There’s no need to feel down. Your attacks weren’t that bad. You just need experience now. If you wish to become stronger, this is a perfect opportunity. But if you aren’t prepared, you won’t be able to endure the ordeal. Whether we win or lose, hell lied ahead of us.”

They glanced at each other, and (Name) knew that she couldn’t leave. Not when things like that chimera ant existed.

“We’re coming.”

“Yeah.”

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As the sun began to set, they came across the corpses of several NGL workers that ran the hidden drug factory. Although they weren’t good people, (Name) still said a quick prayer, hoping they would find peace after being slaughtered like animals.

“This is ugly… the stench alone would guide us to the corpses.” Kite said, looking over the devastation caused by the chimera ants.

“Look at this. So this is the hidden side of the NGL.”

Killua held up a gun, frowning. (Name) took it from his hands and set it back down, then took out her handkerchief and swiped it over his palms.

“I suppose so.”

They looked up when they heard Gon call them from the hill. “Killua, Kite, (Name)…”

The silence of the Drug factory overtaken by the Chimera Ants further intensified the chill in the air. There was no doubt that every human that had once worked there was now dead, the smell confirmed it.

(Name) sighed softly as they set up camp for the night nearby. It was far enough away that they could actually rest for a bit in shifts. As Gon and Killua slept, Kite turned to (Name).

“You did well during the fight, but I did notice you only used your basic nen practices. Is there a reason for that?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s because I don’t really know all that much about nen. I’ve got the basics down, but when it comes to anything more advanced, I’m not that knowledgeable.”

Kite winced, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, I have a feeling I’m to blame for that.”

(Name) smiled, glancing back at the two boys sleeping before giving Kite her attention again. “Mmm, I didn’t want to say it, but yeah.”

They both shared a laugh before Kite leaned back and sighed. “Alright, I guess this is a good opportunity to teach you some things, but let’s start you off by retaking the water divination test.”

She watched as Kite prepared the test, her fingers tapping nervously against her leg. “Relax, you took it once before, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… but I was alone. I… I was pretty sure the volume of water increased.”

Kite hummed in thought. “Well, with another person here to inspect the results, maybe I can pick up on something you didn’t.”

“Yeah…”

She held her hands over the cup, gently emitting her aura. Again, it seemed like the volume of water in the cup raised, but Kite seemed to notice something she didn’t. “Ah, so that’s what it is… I had a feeling you weren’t an enhancer, and I was right.”

(Name) tilted her had as he lifted the leaf in the cup, and was surprised to see roots stretching down to the bottom of the cup. “The reason the volume of water rose was because you were making this leaf sprout roots. You’re a specialist for sure, possibly with some kind of time ability…”

“B-but I thought… my ability was to heal…”

Kite shook his head, placing the leaf in her hand. “Keep using your ability and don’t stop until I say so.”

She nodded and continued, her eye widening as the roots continued to grow, and then shrivel up in her hand before turning to dust. “You have the ability to speed up time. It can be used to heal, but it can also be used to hurt.”

Kite tried to hide his concerned expression. This was quite the ability for an inexperienced nen user to have. As her teacher, he would have to report this to Chairman Netero for safety reasons, but as her friend… he was impressed.

“(Name)!” Gon whisper yelled, crouching next to her. Before telling her what he wanted to, he let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “It’s… your turn to sleep.”

“Ah, okay.”

She got up, but Kite caught her arm. “(Name), don’t forget what we learned tonight. I want you to try using your ability in your next battle.”

“Yeah… I will.”

She laid down in the sleeping back Kite brought, getting some much needed rest, feeling a lot more confident in herself, now that she knew what she was capable of.

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Kite, Gon, Killua, and (Name) had advanced deep within NGL, in search of the Chimera Ant nest, and have arrived at a cliff with peculiar openings.

“This is the Chimera Ant nest?” Gon asked, looking upon the former weapon factory.

“No, they don’t make their nests in holes. They use mud and feces to build them.” Kite replied, making the three wince in disgust. “Let’s go. You’ll understand once we’re inside.”

The lights along the tunnel flickered as they travelled through it. (Name) wrapped her cardigan tightly around herself, feeling the slight cool breeze blow past them as they ventured in further.

“There’s no telling when or from where they will attack. Be on your guard.” Kite warned.

“Yeah, got it. That other chimera ant completely concealed his presence.”

Killua’s reminder made (Name) shudder. It was frightening, thinking of beings they had considered animals being able to conceal themselves completely.

“Is this place…”

They entered a room with various numbered large vials stood, some shattered. Body parts were scattered on the floor, presumably belonging to the now fed NGL workers.

“Yes, it is NGL’s hidden side.” Kite confirmed.

“A drug factory.”

“Exactly. This factory produces the ingestible drug D2 which is spreading throughout the mainland. There are probably bila trees nearby, which produce its main ingredient. Ironic given their claims as preservationists.” Kite said with a scoff.

“They’re making more than drugs. Look.” Killua opened a box containing various guns. “It’s the same as the others.”

“I assume that only the NGL leaders know the truth of this place. The other members joined because they honestly loved nature. “

“So this facility is the center of NGL’s underground. If it’s empty…

Then Chimera Ants have wiped out the NGL underground. And a bunch of amateurs with guns won’t suffice to deal with them.” Kite finished Killua’s thought.

(Name) tuned them out for a moment as she inspected the guns, but was quickly stirred from her thoughts when Kite spoke.

“Shh, a few are around.”

She was immediately on guard, her body tensing as she stood among Killua and Gon. “They’re slowly approaching through the middle tunnel. There are more in the right and left tunnels.” Kite warned.

“En… how far can you search?” Killua asked as the approached the room.

“Everything within a 45 meter radius.”

“45 meters!?” Gon exclaimed, glancing around the room.

“Depending on physical and mental condition, I can increase that by a few meters. Here they come!”

(Name) prepared herself for the fight ahead, ready to test out her abilities for the first time.

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nonotnolan · 10 months

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Cuerpo Inc: After Hours Perk

“Look, dude... I know you’re not really Jake. The sooner you drop the act, the sooner we can have an actual conversation between us.” I tried not to any trace of fear reach my smile as Jake’s neighbor continued to stare me down, his arms folded across his chest. Thomas was right, of course-- Jake and I had swapped bodies with each other a few hours ago. I wanted to take advantage of the pool in Jake’s suburban backyard, and he wanted to take advantage of my downtown apartment to have a few nights out on the town. It wasn’t specifically against the rules, but since the office frowned upon non-work swapping we had promised each other that we were going to keep it on the downlow. Did he know about Jake’s job? He probably knew about Jake’s job..

“Why would...? Thomas, my man... it’s the weekend! Why the hell would I swap bodies over the weekend?” I gave him a playful shove on the shoulder, like I had seen Jake do to so many of our coworkers back at the office. “I spend enough time during the work week swapping bodies with people so that my company doesn’t have to pay for airfare. After a solid week of swaps across the country, I’m gonna be spending the weekend in my own body, thank you very much.”

Thomas simply shook his head at me. “Yeah, I dunno, man... being Jake’s neighbor, I can’t help but notice a few things.” Jake had warned me that his neighbor on the other half of the duplex was weirdly nosy, but this was a special kind of intrusive that I hadn’t prepared myself for. “It seems like Jake always swaps bodies with someone on Fridays, and he doesn’t swap back until Sunday afternoon or so. Not everyone who wears that body is as good as pretending to be Jake as you are, stranger.”

His benign acceptance of Jake’s body swapping habits was starting to make me question just how often Jake was swapping bodies outside of work hours. Jake swore that he only swapped once every few months, but there was no way Jake’s neighbor would be this suspicious if that were true. “I’m not pretending, it’s really me in here!” I said, laughing as I slapped my chest for emphasis. There really wasn’t any reason for me to double down on this lie, but... telling Thomas the truth felt like giving up, and I wasn’t about to take that loss. “I’m Jake, dammit! What do I have to do to prove it to you?”

“Take your shirt off,” he said, staring me down with a shit-eating grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh. There had to be a catch, but I had no idea what it could possibly be. Better to try and just bluff my way through it. “You’re such a weirdo-- you know that, right?” I peeled my tank-top off over my shoulders, trying to mimic the body language I’d seen Jake use before. I wadded it up and tossed it over my shoulder, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as I did so. “Are you happy, now, Thomas? Do you believe me?”

He just smiled at me as his shit-eating grin got even wider. “Quite the opposite, stranger. The HOA around here gets very angry about partial states of undress, so the real Jake wouldn’t go shirtless unless he was behind a fence. So. Let’s head over into Jake’s backyard so we can talk about this further. What is your name?”

“Gah, fine. My name is Ethan,” I said, shaking my head. Not that it really mattered that Thomas had figured out that I was lying, but it still felt weird that he cared so much. I made my way toward the gate, and gestured him through. Jake’s backyard had a nice, tall wooden privacy fence to keep the pool hidden from view, and there was a patio area with a few plastic beach chairs set up near a cheap outdoor table. I’d expected Thomas to be gloating-- it’s what I would have done after calling out someone’s lies like that-- but instead he was typing away on his phone.

“Is this you?” Thomas asked, holding up a picture of a guy in a suit. More to the point, it was a photo of me wearing a suit.

It took me a bit to figure out when that photo had been taken. “Yeah, that’s my body,” I said, staring back at Thomas. I wasn’t sure why he had a photo of me, but I didn’t see much point in trying to lie anymore. “Assuming it’s a recent photo, that was probably taken last Wednesday. I swapped with a guy out in Milwaukee who needed to be local, and he needed someone who was wearing something a bit nicer than business casual.” It was a part of my job as an Accountant / Host. Since my job was 100% virtual, my workplace also expected me to swap bodies with anyone who needed to be local for an important meeting. I’d gotten used to filling out spreadsheets while wearing someone else’s body a long time ago, but not everyone was used to Cuerpo Inc’s casual approach to body swapping. Maybe Thomas was one of them?

“Just thought you should know, he’s using a photo of you on his Grindr profile,” Thomas said, handing me his phone. Sure enough, there was my name and my face on a profile littered with peach emojis, declaring that I was a hungry bottom eager for a hung daddy. Well, that explained why he had a photo of my body. “Jake does this a lot,” he added. “He’ll find a guy with a young face and a slender build, and then spend the weekend knee deep in gay sex. So, when your ass hurts on Monday, that’s why.”

“I appreciate the warning,” I said, giving Thomas his phone back. “I’m a gay man myself, so I’m not too bothered by it, but... it is the sort of thing Jake should have told me before we swapped.” I have to admit, I was not expecting Jake to be into that kind of thing. When he told me he wanted to spend the weekend out on the town, I really did just assume he was going to get super drunk in my body. Jake usually carried himself as a man’s man around the office, talking about beers, sports, or his most recent fishing trip. True, he never mentioned a wife, but I assumed that meant he got burned in a divorce or something. A thought occurred to me as I looked closer at Thomas.

“I can’t help but notice that you also have a Grindr profile,” I said, slipping my hands into my waistband. “Perhaps you would like to enjoy me for some fun out here by the poolside? Seems like this fence would give us a lot of privacy...”

Thomas stepped forward, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath hitting my chest. “So let me get this straight. I come here to warn you about Jake’s plans to have sex inside of your body, and you decide to... try and have sex inside of his body instead?”

I looked down at him, staring directly into his eyes. “I suppose that is exactly what I’m doing, yes.” It was my turn to stare at Thomas with a wide grin. “It only seems fair, after all. What’s good for my body must also be good for his. And I can’t help but notice that you haven’t turned me down.”

He responded by placing his hands on my shoulders. “Well, now. I suppose I haven’t. But do you really think it would be a good idea for me to fool around with my neighbor’s body while he’s not inside of it?”

I responded by grabbing one of his hands, and sliding it down to one of Jake’s pierced nipples. “I just asked if you wanted to join me. Who said it was going to be a good idea?”

#male body swap #gay body swap #cuerpo inc #casual body swap #after the swap

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haoboutyou · 4 months

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congratulations! | lee jihoon

angst | 1.8k words | warnings: jihoon is a toxic ex (sorry), profanities, hands thrown (could’ve been more tbh), slight bff!kwan x reader

an: happiest birthday my bestie, my wifey, the one and only @bluehoodiewoozi !!!!! yes this was originally written for our tiny xmas exchange but it’s your birthday today saur… here ya go. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

You nervously paced up and down your cramped hallway. Alternating between biting your nails and your lips, you willed your boyfriend Jihoon– no, was he your ex now?– to pick up your calls. Each passing second amplified the anxiety. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, almost drowning out the outside world. Dialling his number again, your gaze was fixed on the screen, willing it to light up with his response.

“C’mon, pick up…”

The cryptic text that Jihoon had sent you made no sense at all. You didn’t understand how it all went up in flames in a blink of an eye. When was it that your relationship started to go wrong? Sure, you hadn’t seen him in a while due to scheduling conflicts, but had the two of you drifted so apart to the point he warranted a break? And through text, no less!

His text (“I need some time to myself. Let’s take a break.”) was accompanied by numerous of your own, all left unanswered. It was pathetic, really, how your texts evolved from demanding an explanation to you begging him to stay. Still, you continued to send messages in hopes that he would reply at least one of them eventually, even if your all calls ended up going to voicemail.

The room around you seemed to close in, every sound a distraction. Your mind raced with questions and uncertainties, replaying the moments that had led up to the abrupt breakup. The anticipation was both unbearable and desperate, yearning for some form of reassurance or closure.

Tension only seemed to thicken in the air as you listened in on the phone’s ringing. You could almost feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the silence. Doubt crept in, and you questioned whether Jihoon would answer, whether he even wanted to hear from you. The vulnerability of the situation makes you second-guess every aspect of the relationship that led to this point.

“The number you have dialled is currently not available. Please try again later.” You sighed as you were directed to voicemail for the nth time.

He didn’t pick up this time either.

It had been 5 months since your ex became your ex.

The constant checking of your phone morphed into a ritual, with each unanswered call deepening the ache in your chest. You wonder if Jihoon was purposefully avoiding your calls, adding a layer of rejection to the already painful experience. It wasn’t like you didn’t try reaching out on social media; for someone who rarely used social media, he had already made sure to block you on all possible platforms. The silence on the other end of the line becomes a void, echoing the emotional distance that has suddenly emerged.

The unanswered calls left you grappling with a mix of emotions—fear of the unknown, longing for reconciliation, and the harsh reality that things may never be the same again.

Boo Seungkwan, your ever-loving best friend, had barged into your humble abode after you had holed yourself inside, coming out only for work or to throw the trash. You were grateful to Seungkwan for dragging you out for brunch– you almost missed the way the sun felt on your skin. Brunch was a simple affair, the cafe lulled by the muffled conversations of its patrons. Your best friend hardly minded your subdued temperament; rather, he took the lead for most of the conversation, knowing that you would be more content with just listening in. It didn’t take much for you to fall into Seungkwan’s comfortable companionship, throwing jokes and punches at each other as if you hadn’t been unceremoniously dumped.

That was, until you saw him.

The bell above the cafe door chimed as Lee Jihoon, in all his glory, walked into the very cafe you and Seungkwan sat in, an arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

Time seemed to slow as you registered their presence. They had just entered the cafe when your eyes unintentionally locked for a brief moment. Your heart skipped a beat, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over you. Beside him was a new face, someone unfamiliar yet uncomfortably close.

As they navigated through the tables, you couldn’t help but watch, the air growing heavier with every step they took. From the way they causally held hands, to how Jihoon would bump shoulders with his companion; the casual ease in their conversation hints at a connection that is fresh and unfamiliar, replacing the shared history that once existed between the two of you. It was an unwelcome scene, playing out right in front of you.

The comforting ambience of the cafe suddenly felt oppressive as you grappled with a mix of emotions—surprise, nostalgia, and an uninvited twinge of sadness. Your gaze inadvertently followed them to a nearby table, and you find yourself caught between the desire to look away and the magnetic pull of curiosity.

The speed of your smile dropping as you halted mid-laughter caused Seungwkan to whip towards the reason why.

“Y/n?” you vaguely registered Seungkwan trying to shift your attention away from them. Yet, you couldn’t look away. Jihoon’s laugh beckons you as always, a siren’s call slowly piercing dull daggers through your heart.

Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and back to your best friend. His emotions are clearly plastered on his face, and you find yourself mirroring him through the reflection in his eyes: surprise, disbelief, pain, disappointment.

“Its nothing, Kwan.” your whispered, but your attempt at reassuring your friend was anything but convincing.

“The audacity?! The nerve he has to come here, and with a new beau too!” Being the best friend that he was, Seungkwan shifted his seat, attempting to block your view of them. Your gaze softened at your friend’s attempt to make you feel better.

There was just something about the way Jihoon treated the girl so preciously that didn’t sit right with you. How he pulled a chair out for her, smiling shyly when she thanked him. How his eyes never left hers.

How he looked so happy while you were barely picking up the pieces of you that he had brutally smashed and left for dead.

“Jihoon.” Before you knew it, your feet brought you over to his table, looming over his side, face void of any emotion. From the corner of your eye, Seungkwan let out a huge sigh at your actions, running his hand through his hair in his seat.

Jihoon looked up in surprise, no doubt that he wasn’t expecting to run into you today.

“Y/n?” His eyes made contact everywhere except with you. He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to steel himself before finally looking at you. “Its nice to see you again. How have you been?”

“You asked for a break.”

“Are you here with someone? It’s been a while since we’ve met-”

“You asked for a break,” you breathed, cutting into his words. “Why? Did I do something to wrong you? Or were you just bored of me, looking for a new muse?”

“Y/n,” his eyes were begging you not to call for attention in the cafe. “Let’s not–“

“How have I been?” You scoff. “You’re so unbelievable. Funny you asked, considering how you just up and left me with no explanation.”

You didn’t mean for your words to come out filled with a sudden surge of venom and hostility. 5 months’ worth of pain, confusion and anguish took over you the longer you stared at the man who was once the love of your life. The girl on the other side looked on in confusion, reaching out for your ex’s hand across the table.

“Honey, who is this?” God, how infuriating her naivety was.

“An old acquaintence, darling. An old classmate from uni.”

The warm and gentle smile he gave her, one that used to be directed to you, caused another sudden surge of anger to bubble within you. All you saw was red. You didn’t have time to register your next actions; your hand instinctively reaching for the glass of water on his table and dumping its contents all over him.

Water dripped from his hair and onto his neatly pressed shirt as he leaped to his feet in surprise. Some of the water dripped on to the table, splashing onto the girl as well.

“Y/n what the fuck?! What’s wrong with you, what was that for?!” Its strange, you thought. For all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him this loud before.

The entire cafe fell silent, watching your every move. The sudden tension was thick enough to be suffocating even the baristas, who had paused making drinks to watch the drama unfold before their very eyes.

Jihoon continued to wipe himself down with napkins. He wasn’t looking at you, but the malevolence in his voice was clearly directed towards you.

“Move on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m happier now without you?”

“Why should I have to wish happiness for you, who left me via text?” You couldn’t help but sneer back, bitterness on full display. You both continued your staring match, eyes filled with disdain for the other, until you felt Seungkwan tug on your arm.

“C’mon. He’s not worth.” Your best friend whispered, wanting to remove you from the situation before you exploded even more. He had already gathered your things, your bag slung over his shoulder as he tugged on yours.

You threw him one last look. Of disgust, of broken trust, of betrayal. “Congratulations, you sick son of a bitch.”

Turning on your heel, you stalked out of the cafe, Seungkwan just behind you. Hushed conversations in the cafe spring back to life as you left. Despite your better judgement, you took one last look at your ex. Not that he noticed– his attention was fully occupied by the girl fretting over his now-damp attire.

You successfully made it round the block before collapsing into Seungkwan’s arms. Sobs racked your body as he knelt down beside you, rubbing circles onto your back as your tears drenched his t-shirt, whole body shaking from the ferocity of your cries. He didn’t mind how your fists crumpled his outfit, or how you seemed to cling to him like a lifeline. Directing your head into the crook of his neck, Seungkwan could only whisper words of comfort, smoothening your hair to calm you down.

Your breath tickled his neck as you tried to say something, voice meek and tired and drained. Pulling you away, Seungkwan thumbs away your tears, coaxing you to repeat yourself.

“It’s like nothing happened. Like I didn’t exist.” You sniffle. “Like we didn’t exist.

“How does he expect me to move on, Kwan? He’s smiling like nothing ever happened.”

Seungkwan’s heart ached for you. His strong, independent best friend whose heart was trampled and shattered for no reason, but all he could do was rub your back. His fists balled up in frustration. How he wished for you to be treated better.

How he wished he could show you he could treat you better.

#woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen #svt #woozi angst #lee jihoon angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #woozi scenarios #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚

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fearyandear · 11 months

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Where You Stand [Monster! Spidersona Reader x Miguel O'hara]

(Can be read as Romantic or Platonic. Is set as Miguel is still figuring things out, before there were so many spiderpeople he'd bring in)

*Sona's comic book slams down*

So, let's go through this again.

My name is [Insert].

I lived a pretty standard life.

*Pictures of Sona as a kid, smiling, and slowly stopping as more photos stack of them doing different stuff through the years*

I was bitten by a pretty gnarly spider...

And, I started changing into something…

*grotesque changing sequence in an alley*

Unrecognizable?

*stumbles through the streets, bumping into someone and spooking them*

Monstrous?

*Sona looks at themself for the first time through a reflection on a shop's glass, onlookers inside staring at them*

I was so scared,

*Sona is having a breakdown as they run to their apartment*

I didn't know what I was! I had to hide it,

*Sona locks themself inside their room*

To lock myself away…

*Blanket burrito as parents bang on door, speed up through days of staying locked. Stops and shows MC staring wistfully out the window. It's raining, and dark*

But then…

*lightning flashes, and suddenly there's a figure crouched in the sill*

Someone paid me a visit.

Sona, tingling spidersense going off: "Woah… you're… like me…?"

Miguel, disgusted, looking around the room: "Don’t-Don't ever say that again. Get up."

He was a serious grump that came out of nowhere. And it was like..

He was trying to assess me.

Miguel: 'What are you doing?'

Sona: 'I liked your cape!'

Miguel: 'You look ridiculous.'

Sona: 'I'm literally copying you!'

It was tough…

*montage of getting beat to the ground multiple times*

But I got to learn a lot of stuff.

Like that I was part *Spider* of all things!

Sona: 'Woah… I thought I was Mothman'

Miguel: 'What the hell is a Mothman?'

How to change forms at will, how to 'fight' crime, how to shoot my own webs, how to FIGHT THE URGE TO BITE PEOPLE,

*Miguel holding snarling sona back like a dog against webbed up, concerned looking robbers*

Those few days that didn't last long at all.

*Sona reaches out to try to hold his hand*

I didn't want him to leave, but.

*He snatches it away. He holds his hand, looks at them, then turns around*

He had a team to take care of. One that I just... couldn't join.

*Portal closes. Sona is alone.*

I admit, that I was angry at first.

*Sad and lonely Sona shots*

Maybe a little depressed. But. After a while, it was fine.

I got to make my own group.

*Sona saves people*

I helped people.

*Sona takes webbed mutated villain away from the scene*

People like me.

*Sona takes a bag off the mutant and shows they're in a cheery-looking pit in the sewers with balloons, cake, and 'Rehab for Rehashes' is on a banner in the wall.*

People that were considered 'Other', and were outcasted.

*Mutant looks around, incredulous*

The people that I should've been fighting.

*cuts to a 'support group' meeting for the people Sona helped, the same mutant talking animatedly*

Heh. I was getting pretty good at 'stopping crime'. In my own way.

But then...

Civilian 1: 'It's Spiderman!'

Civilian 2: ''We're saved!'

*He* came.

*A more classic-looking spiderman kicks the Mutant across a street*

Another. Spiderperson.

*Closeup of his get up, as he lifts the mutant up to deliver another punch. Montage of his 'good deeds' plays*

More normal looking, more 'morally aligned.' Accepted and adored like a poster child.

And I was enemy number one for him.

*posters of Sona everywhere*

His *nemesis.*

*video if a fight between Sona and Spiderman plays on a big screen*

He made it his mission to stop me at any cost.

As if *I* was the fraud.

He took my friends.

*Sona in the now empty, sad Rehab*

He cornered me to my home...

*'Civilian' Sona sees cops parked all over where they live*

My family....

*Parents are talking with the police outside as Sona sneaks to listen*

Parent : This explains so much… I just… Where did we go wrong?

....

*Shots of being in the street*

I had to run.

But anywhere I went, he'd find me.

*more fighting between the two, more intense*

I couldn't do anything back, I could barely even survive.

*Sona is losing*

It was all over for me.

*Sona hit to the ground, is closing their eyes*

I had accepted that this was it.

Except...

*Sounds of Spiderman being hit, Sona opens their eyes and sees a portal glow. Perspective shifts as they're picked up. Miguel is talking to someone else on his comm*

Miguel: 'I told you there couldn't be two spidermen.'

He came back.

*Future shot of a bandaged, sad Sona*

I almost died because I didn't belong in my own universe.

*touches where the spiderbite was*

Because the spider that bit me…

*a memory of Sona being shown that dimension, full of monster creatures*

Came from somewhere else.

I really was the fraud, in the end...

But,

*a hand touches Sona's shoulder*

I was lucky.

*Sona looks up at Miguel*

Miguel, softly: 'Come on.'

I guess I scored enough brownie points because the Spider Council took pity on me.

They finally let me join.

*Sona putting on the portal gizmo. Flashes of the following weeks go by*

It's fine. It's fun. I get to go on tons of missions!

Meet so many new people!

And when everyone has to leave back to their own universes…

I… stay and do a bit of cleaning…

Miguel: I told you to stop messing with that. You're gonna make SpiderByte mad.

Sona, sobbing: BUT IM SO BO-HO-HOOOORED

*Sona looks out the building's window, overlooking Nueva York's skyline at night.*

I don't belong anywhere else.

*Miguel drops a blanket on their shoulders and hands them a cup of steaming liquid*

This is my home now.

*Sona scooches on the couch and they start going over plans for another mission, paperwork on the table*

And I'll do anything to keep it that way.

#atsv #spidersona #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x oc #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse miguel #wrote this for my own spidersona but I figured anyone else that's intrigued by such a backstory can make their own monster spideyperson too

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unseededtoast · 2 months

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Six

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

I see Joel lingering out there and it looks like he's trying to decide if he's going to leave or stay.

My fingers anxiously play with the metal chain around my neck, fiddling with it as my mind races. The sun is setting and I know I have to go now if I'm going to at all. James' words replay in my mind and it's all the motivation I need to finally grab my backpack and leave. I make my way down to the street, the golden sunset shining in my eyes as I look in both directions. Luckily, James is nowhere to be found and I know my path to the tunnel is clear.

I adjust the straps of the holster on my thigh as I begin walking towards the secret tunnel that leads out of the QZ. James had shown me the tunnel when I once went with him to meet our pill supplier. It's just an easy way to get out of the QZ without FEDRA interference, and not a lot of people know these tunnels even exist. And if they do, most of them probably assume they've been blocked off by FEDRA; they'd be wrong.

Before I turn the last corner, I check to make sure nobody is following me one more time. A few stragglers walk the streets, not paying attention to me. The coast is clear. With a deep breath, I take the first step into the culvert, the bottom of it covered by a small stream of water from the previous storms. I hate that I didn't have the night to prepare for my departure, but I shouldn't be gone for more than a few days, I should be fine.

I take the small leap down from the culvert onto the ground, looking to the QZ border that's on my left. I see soldiers protecting the front gate, so I take a right to get out of their line of sight. I'm not sure which way the killers went, but I think if I can find somewhere high to rest for the night, then maybe I'll be able to see a fire if they build one; or any sign of life.

Vibrant greenery has overtaken many of the buildings, vines of ivy climbing high with the skyscrapers and the natural grass is decorated with wildflowers. If the infected didn't pose such a threat, I'm sure I'd spend hours outside of the QZ, admiring the flowers and picking the prettiest ones to go on my aged kitchen table. But now I find myself out here, maybe against my better judgment, with the opportunity to do so.

As I walk towards one of the abandoned skyscrapers on the outskirts of the QZ, I bend over and pluck a beautiful pale pink geranium. I twirl the stem around in my hand, admiring the softness of the color and petals. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale the light smell that resembles roses. Smelling the flowers is a simple pleasure that I rarely get to indulge in anymore and it reminds me of better, simpler times.

I focus back on my surroundings, knowing that I can't stay off guard out here. The geranium stays in my fingers as I scope out a few buildings, trying to determine which would give me the better vantage point, and which would be the safest in terms of structural soundness and the absence of infected. I stand and contemplate the best course of action, when someone clearing their throat behind me startles me. Out of instinct, I grab the handle of my knife that's conveniently stored on my belt and turn to the sound. For a split second, I wonder why I didn't reach for my gun that's strapped to my thigh.

The stranger from James' apartment stands in front of me, hands raised in surrender. I keep the knife in my hand, but lower it to my side. The anger I felt earlier returns as I realize James must have talked this man into following me. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I speak to the man.

"I know you're out here because James asked you to be. But I'm fine, really. There's no need for you to follow me." I keep my voice steady, but soft, as to not attract unwanted attention. The man's eyes are intense, and causes me to break eye contact first.

"Wasn't planning on stickin' around. He wanted me to get this to you." The man simply states and digs into his pocket. He hands me a piece of paper, his broken watch reflecting in the dying sunlight.

He watches me unfold the paper and I read the messy handwriting on it.

Noelle,

I know you're going out there no matter what I say. That's just your nature, you're a stubborn shit. When you come back we'll talk. But until then, stay safe and kick ass. Make those bastards pay for what they did.

P.S. I want this back when you return

-James

I read the note a few times, knowing that I was right about James, we always seem to mend things no matter how frustrated we are with each other. My eyebrows furrow as I read his post script at the bottom, and I look back up to the man. He slings his rifle off his shoulder to get his backpack. I look around us as he rummages through, finding whatever it is James wants me to have.

Seconds later, the man stands back up and hands me a small, curved blade that's reminiscent of a claw. I recognize it at James' favorite knife out of his vast collection. It fits nicely in my small hand. My traditional hunting knife works well, but I always find it to be rather cumbersome for my hand, I can't get much mobility with it but it packs one hell of a punch. I place both my traditional knife, and now my curved knife, on my belt for easy accessibility and am now left with a deafening silence with the man.

"Thank you, I'm Noelle by the way, if you hadn't caught onto that yet." I offer him my gratitude and a handshake. He didn't have to come out here and track me down for James, but he decided to anyways, and that's worth something in my eyes. He gives a short nod in response,

"Joel." Is all he says, dropping his large hand from mine and equipping his bag and rifle back on his shoulders. Trying to be discreet, I stretch the hand that he shook. His grip was strong, though I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt me.

With a sigh, I give him one last polite nod. He returns it and I turn to walk towards the building I've picked for the night. To my shock, Joel starts walking the same way as me, at the same time. We both pause and look to one another, he must headed in the same direction. Smirking, I try to alleviate the uncomfortable tension between us.

"Let me guess, you're headed to the same building as me too?" I motion towards one of the skyscrapers. He doesn't seem to find me humorous though, and keeps his answers short.

"Don't know. Was just gonna lay low 'til morning." His bluntness is not something I'm unfamiliar with, but it's not everyday I get to meet new people, and the conversation would be nice. I drop my gaze from the man and we both start walking silently until an idea comes to mind.

"If you wanted to stay in the same building that's fine. I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight. I can keep watch so at least you can get some rest." I offer, knowing I'll be on fire watch all night. Out of the corner of my eye, I glance at the man, only to see that he's quizzically looking at me. Perhaps I overstepped a boundary.

The sound of crunching greenery under our boots fills the silence, and I almost hope he doesn't take me up on my offer. Spending the entire night with him, and his obvious lack of interest in any type of conversation, seems like the most miserable way to start my investigation. I try to occupy my brain with identifying as many plants as I can to distract myself from the quietness.

The sun is quickly dying behind us, but thankfully the skyscraper isn't too much farther. My pace quickens as I realize it's about to be dark, and I don't want to be out in the open with the creatures that roam the streets. If there's anything worse than infected, it's the infected at night, when you can barely see them. My hands find the blade James lent me and I hold it tightly, making me feel more secure.

Relief hits me as I walk up to the doors of the skyscraper. Ivy clings to the glass and I easily cut it away so that I can open the doors. Before I open them, I listen for anything moving inside. My ear is pressed up against the glass and I hold my breath. After a few seconds, I conclude that the only thing I can hear is my heartbeat and that it's probably safe to enter. I put the handle of the knife in my mouth as I grab the door handle with both hands. With some effort, I'm able to pry the door open enough for me to slip through.

Once I'm inside, I see Joel lingering out there and it looks like he's trying to decide if he's going to leave or stay. A part of me wants him to leave simply because he can't carry a conversation, and another part of me wants him to stay so that I don't feel completely alone and vulnerable out here. However, I will respect whatever he chooses. I hold the door open with one hand, showing him that my offer is still on the table, and grab my knife from my mouth.

"It's okay either way." I tell him, not wanting him to feel obligated to stay for whatever reason. He told me he wasn't planning on sticking around, so I understand if he wants to keep going. As if on cue, I hear a clicker somewhere above us, probably on one of the higher floors. I wish I heard that before I opened the doors.

Genuine fear strikes me and I feel like I could get sick. I knew they were out here, I just didn't think they'd be so close to the QZ. It's been about two years since I've had to fight the infected, and though I think I could easily fall back into the rhythm, a part of me is nervous that I've lost those skills. Out here, there are no second chances. Your actions must be effective, or it could cost you your life. I swallow my fear and put on a brave face, my heart pounding in my chest.

The man looks at the higher floors of the skyscraper, and then his brown eyes fall back on me momentarily before he looks to the ground and shakes his head while running a hand over his face. It's like he's having some sort of silent conversation with himself. When he picks his head back up, he starts walking towards me. A small smile finds its way to my face as I realize I'm not going to be left alone here tonight with a clicker.

I step out of his way and let him take lead once he's inside the building with me. From the looks of him, he probably is more familiar with the outside world than I am. He grabs the rifle off of his shoulder and walks quietly with bent knees. I follow his example, and the two of us make our way to the stairwell.

We pass the second floor without incident, neither of us seeing or hearing any infected as we briefly looked. The third floor also passes our inspection. As we approach the fourth floor, the screech from the clicker sounds out. I jump slightly, forgetting just how loud they really are. Joel seems unphased by it. I follow him to the floor's entrance door and he waits for me to join his side. Silently, he holds a finger up to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I nod my head, showing him I understand, and crouch down as he opens the door.

The floor looks like it must have been some sort of office space, there are cubicles on the left and right sides, with a wide open aisle in the middle. I readjust my grip on the knife in my hand, my palms becoming sweaty as I try to locate where the clicker is.

I hear it's softer clicks to my right, and turn my head, seeing its staggering figure walking down one of the cubicle aisles. Silently, I switch the curved blade for my traditional one, knowing the traditional one has a better chance of penetrating the clicker's fungal armor. Looking around at the available supplies, I try to piece together a rough plan in my head.

There's a tipped filing cabinet to the left, if we can get the clicker to run right for it, then it should trip. From there, we should be able to stab it. Quickly, I come up with a fallback, just in case things don't go as planned. If for some reason, it doesn't trip over the filing cabinet, we can use the cubicle walls as cover and throw other objects to get it off our backs. These are the best case scenarios, of course.

I check the location of the clicker once more before leaning to my left and bringing my mouth right next to Joel's ear. Steadying myself on his shoulder, I whisper my plan to him and pull back to see his reaction. His eyebrows are drawn tightly together and he looks to the left, eyeing the filing cabinet. After a few moments of contemplation, he nods his head in agreement.

The two of us take our time getting to the filing cabinet, making sure our steps are soft and we don't accidentally step on something noisy. He crouches off to the side with a large knife in his hand, and I stand right behind the cabinet. I have to draw it directly towards the cabinet, not to the side of it. Checking to see if Joel is ready, I prepare myself for the clicker to sprint towards me. Once I see Joel's approval, I take in a deep breath.

Without giving myself too much time to think about it, I kick the filing cabinet with my steel-toed boot. The clicker screeches and turns to us, running full speed ahead with its hands reached out for my flesh. I kick the cabinet over and over until the clicker is about ten feet away, and then I duck to the right. With wide eyes, I watch as the clicker runs and falls over the filing cabinet and in the blink of an eye, Joel has his blade embedded in the back of its skull.

As the clicker goes silent, my body relaxes. Count this as the easiest clicker encounter I've ever had. I step over its body as the two of us head back to the stairwell, wanting to get a few floors higher before we call it good. Joel leads the way once more and as we ascend the stairs, I watch the blood drip steadily off his blade.

We make it to the ninth floor before we're both out of breath and tired. Joel pries the door open and to our relief, there's no infected to be found. I shut the door behind me and find a chair to wedge under the handle so that nothing can get in behind us. Joel walks off to some corner and I go towards the tall windows, looking out at the dead city.

Everything looks so different in the moonlight, the vibrancy of nature is dulled and it reminds me of the true state the world is in. The dark shadows house the most vile and dangerous creatures. My hand presses to the cool glass and I scan the city for any sign of smoke, only to be disappointed. Maybe they'll start one later.

I turn from the glass and see that Joel has unloaded his gun and his bag, and is resting against a wall. Though I know he's not one for conversation, I go to him anyways, being mindful to give him space. I sit on top of a desk, my feet dangling above the ground and I keep my sight trained on the city in front of me.

"Thank you." I quietly say for the second time tonight. I kick my feet back and forth, not expecting him to say anything back.

"Was nothin'." He surprises me with a response. We fall back to silence before a burning question refuses to leave my mind.

"How do you know James?" I ask, trying to find some common ground between the two of us to make things somewhat bearable. Through the darkness, I feel the man's eyes on my face.

"Same way you know him." He answers, letting me know that he's aware of who I am to James. They must have talked about me after I left. My head tilts to the side,

"I know all of our smugglers though. Never seen you before." I know that I would've remembered his face. He huffs, probably annoyed of my questions.

"I've been gone a while, had another job to do." His words are like a puzzle piece, and I snap my head towards him.

"You were the one who got James into smuggling. You're one of the arms dealers." I say, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

"Was. Not anymore." He replies, leaning his head back against the wall. I almost ask about his partner, but the voice in the back of my mind warns me against it. My focus turns from him back out to the city and I sigh, trying to keep hope that I'll see some sign of life out there.

"Well, get some sleep. I'll be up on lookout for the night." I get off the desk and cross the floor so he has enough personal space to feel comfortable.

My eyes are glued to the horizon as I search for smoke. Maybe it's possible they got further away than I gave them credit for. Or, they know better than to start a fire that close to a QZ.

Even if I don't see smoke, there has to be some sort of clue they left behind. If they were careless enough to leave those papers in the warehouse, I don't think they're terribly concerned with covering their tracks.

Nervousness edges into my mind, along with self-doubt. What if I can't find these people? Will I be strong enough to take them on? What would I tell James if I go back and they're still out there somewhere?

The answers to all of the questions floating around my mind serve as more fuel to finish this job. I have to find these people and I have to make sure they're wiped from the face of the planet.

#joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller x oc #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #tlou #tlou fic #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us fanfic #the last of us joel #joel miller hbo #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction

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ohraicodoll · 10 months

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how’s red doing this lovely evening?

(I'm a mess but here's a little drabble about Red's evening! I got anxiety and have so many messages in my inbox so I ended up ignoring them but I'm trying to drag myself out of this writing rut and write something)

TW: Hurt Animal, Mentions of Violence, Reference to Sex

"What you doin' out here, Starshine?" Joel's rough voice reached her first before she could spot him, stepping from the shadows of the trees around the house. Thick arms crossed in front of his chest, worn gray shirt stretched tight, his curls were still tousled from sweat and his hands running through them. Everything sticking up everywhere. He'd been working construction all day and even after being in the sun and the dirt, he looked breathtaking.

Her throat was tight and she swallowed dryly, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Even after sitting outside for almost an hour and letting the air go from sticky to cool her anxiety was still running through every inch of her. She could see the moment he could read it in her. Joel always could see her so easily, learned to listen to her body and the subtle emotions playing on her face to make up for her lack of words. He saw her.

Joel's eyes scanned her over then he frowned before reaching a hand out to her. Instinctively she crawled to her feet and went over, pulled off the ground like a magnet, and grabbed his hand until she was directly in front of him and his arms were around her. He was warm. Safe.

His hands trailed all over her exposed arms before rubbing up and down her back under her shirt. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in return, pressing her face into his chest and breathing in his scent. Musk and sun and earth. Everything was a jumble inside of her. It was all too much and she tried to pull herself together. She wrapped herself in his scent, letting it fill her lungs. The anxiety lulled and she focused on sinking into his warmth.

"Sprocket got put on patrol this morning," she murmured into his shirt, quiet and uncertain, and began to pull the words from inside her. It was still hard to express herself, the impulse to curl into herself like a wounded animal so strong now that she was safe to be vulnerable. "I had told them he was on leave for now while his foot heals and they took him anyway," her grip tightened on him. His fingers combed through her hair and twisted the strands.

"Who was in charge of the shift?" Joel held her, understanding that the energy vibrating from her wasn't just anxiety but rage.

"Roger. I know Jamie told him and he pulled the dog anyways," her teeth ground together. She was breathing him in, trying to quell the rolling tide inside her, "And then one of their horses fucking kicked him. Broke his fucking hip. We don't know if he's going to pull through, there’s not much we can do without the proper equipment. Jamie kicked me out of the kennels because I was too high strung."

She could feel the intake of breath and his chest jerk as the words processed and he gripped her tighter, pressing his face into her hair. The kennel and the dogs were the only thing outside of Joel and Ellie that kept her focused and grounded. He knew how important they were to her, how protective she was of every single one of the dogs and being disregarded only made it all worse. Someone taking something she cared about and breaking it.

"He didn't care. He fucking stood there and acted like it was no big deal. Just said shit happens," she growled, shaking, "I wanted to kill him. I had my knife in my hand and I was going to rip his throat apart right in the middle of the entry point. I wanted to do it slow and messy and make sure no one fucked with me ever again. I wanted them to be terrified of me. But mostly I wanted him to choke on his own fucking blood and die."

Joel didn't say anything, didn't interrupt her. With someone else, they may have been horrified by her admission but they were different. She had killed for far less and they both knew that, but life in Jackson was different. The thing that kept her reigned in was the consequences that would fall on Joel and Ellie. Otherwise she wouldn't be nearly as docile as she was now.

"I've never wanted anything so bad as much as I wanted to jump on him and cut that stupid smirk off his face," her voice shuddered, "And…instead I did nothing. Fucking nothing. I just...walked away."

What should have been something positive, a bright display of how much she'd progressed since those first days entering the commune, was twisted and bitter and covered in tar. Disdain and shame coated the words. It wasn’t in her to walk away. To let someone go unpunished. While others wanted her tame, he knew it almost physically hurt her to do so.

"My whole body is screaming at me to go finish him. To make him pay for the pain he caused. It's like I'm fighting against every atom of myself," the words were quiet but sharp with rage.

"I know, darlin'," he murmured back soothingly, never loosening the grip on her.

There would be no comments letting her know she was doing so good at not giving in to that feeling. Because while Jackson wanted her to be tamed, helpful but undisruptive, Joel hated her being forced to hold herself back. If he had it his way, he would be right beside her ripping Roger apart. So all he could do was hold her, whisper to her that he understood.

She was feeling shame at being leashed and Joel wanted nothing more than to take off the harness and let her wreak whatever havoc she wanted. His lips kissed the crown of her head and he let her dig her nails into his back until they loosened.Her anger was bright and smoldering so he let her take her rage out in a different way, using him. Joel kissed her slowly, softly, a drag of his lips against her own until she reared forward and clung to him. That heat swelled and drove her to press herself against him until they were fumbling into the house and to their room. Nails dug into his skin, teeth pierced his lip and left bruising marks on his neck, her movements as she tore his clothes off jerky and rushed. She needed a release and he gave it to her, letting her ride him and use him in whatever way she wanted but knowing when to fight back. Both were warring over who was on top, his touches just as rough and forceful. She lived for the fight and he wasn’t one to disappoint. Because in those moments he could see the girl he had first met, all teeth and anger and sharp edges.

Jackson wanted a different version of her but he wanted her feral and covered in blood and untethered. It didn't scare him, had never scared him. He craved it.

His own monster was easier to hide but he wouldn't deny that later on when he shoved Roger into the far corner of the stables where no one could see, when he could see the fear in his eyes as she came around the corner, he enjoyed it. Each punch from her fists he was drawn to her and stirred something inside him.

Compromise. Just because they couldn't kill him didn't mean they couldn't still deliver their own form of punishment.

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flyingwide · 4 months

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phoenixiancrystallist asked:

Drabble prompt: Frey teaching Olevia how to ice skate :)

we're doing full-on Olevia Lives!AU because i said so. Frey rushed off to deal with Sila and only thought Olevia was gone, came back to find her healed and healthy. i love playing God in this way. this one got a little bit away from me

Olevia watched Frey, doubt twisting her features adorably. Frey felt a little like she was looking at herself as she had been at that age. She held out her hand to the girl, careful not to slip on the ice. "Would you just trust me?" she asked. She had been cajoling, wheedling, all but begging for damn near 20 minutes and all she had to show for it was Olevia standing at the very edge of the frozen pond.

"What if I fall in?" Olevia asked for the tenth time.

"I'll rescue you."

"What if you fall in?"

"Then I guess you'll need a new Tanta," she teased, laughing outright when Olevia put her fists on her hips.

"Stop tormenting the child," Cuff chided but sounded amused himself.

Frey reached out her hand again. Olevia, her mouth still pursed with anxiety, reached back. She closed her eyes when her skates hit ice, clinging fiercely to Frey's fingers. "Well, you didn't fall immediately so you're doing better than I did at first," Frey told her and Olevia hesitantly opened her eyes. "Look at you, standing on frozen water with knives on your feet. Brave girl."

"I'm not brave, I'm still scared," she said, flinging her arms out for Frey's shoulders when her feet slipped further apart.

"Being brave doesn't mean not being scared. Hell, I'm terrified all the time. But you can always know that I've got your back. I'm here for when you get scared. I can't do everything for you but I can make it just a little bit easier."

"Ok…" Olevia took a deep breath. "Can I try moving? But slow."

Frey wasn't particularly good at skating backwards so slow was fine with her as Olevia got used to sliding her feet over the ice. As they moved, she told Olevia how she had learned to skate, though she didn't really bother to explain YMCA or Big Brothers Big Sisters, only that she had learned from an older girl who had held her hands just like this. "I started with a chair," she said. "First time I fell, I tried to catch myself on the chair and just pulled it down on top of me. Ended up with a bruise on my hip from the ice and another one on my arm from the chair." Olevia giggled, looking as relaxed as Frey had seen her all day.

"My ankles hurt," she said eventually. "Can we sit down?"

Frey led her over to the snow-covered shore, both of them sitting down heavily. "When we get home, you'll need dry clothes. Auden will murder me if you get pneumonia on my watch."

"I can help you be brave against Auden," Olevia said, grinning at her. "I know you're scared of her."

"Oh, ha ha. You're so funny."

Frey looked over the pale expanse of ice. It likely wouldn't last and she would be leaving in a few days to head back to Visoria, looking for a needle in the stack of needles that was Olas's library. There had to be some way to fix the Break. There had to be some way she could let Olevia see life outside of Cipal.

She startled when Olevia slipped freezing fingers into her own.

"Who helps you be brave?" the girl asked quietly. "When you're out there alone? When you're in the Corruption?"

That was both a difficult question and a very easy one. "I…" Frey started and then sighed. "I don't feel alone out there. I always feel like… like someone has my back like I have yours. And I know that you and Auden are here, safe, and taking care of each other so I don't have to worry about you."

"Who has your back?" Olevia looked up at her with guileless eyes. "Someone keeps you safe?"

It was getting harder and harder to keep this secret from her, especially since the girl had moved in with her and both of them had relocated to an actual home, not a hole-studded room above the tavern. Frey was building a life now and the secrets were starting to get to her. But once she let this particular cat out of the bag, she wasn't sure where it would jump. "It's complicated. I'm not sure how to explain it to you yet."

"But you will?"

"I promise. I'm not going anywhere. I'll figure it out."

"Good." Olevia flung an arm around Frey's middle. "Can I take these off now?"

Frey laughed, something she had been doing more and more of lately. "Yeah, kiddo. Let's get you home."

Later that night, after Olevia had fallen asleep at the table and Frey had carried her to bed, Cuff nudged her, light tripping over his surface in a way that she still found deeply beautiful. "You're going to tell her about me, aren't you?"

"I don't think I can avoid it for much longer."

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

Frey sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "I don't know. All I know is that it's getting harder to keep them separate, the life I have with you out there and the life I have with her here. They're crashing together and there's not a whole lot I can do to stop it."

"And you think that telling her will limit the fallout?"

"I don't know. I don't have any answers for you."

"What if she tells people?"

"I don't know," Frey said, running agitated hands through her hair. "Fuck. I don't know how to do this." She shook her head. "I keep thinking about my mom. About her sending me away to keep me safe. There's nowhere for me to send Olevia."

"To keep her safe from me, you mean," Cuff said simply, flatly, but something in his tone caught her.

"You're a threat to all Athia, remember? That's what you keep telling me. Why should one girl stop you?"

She felt a bolt of something, as sudden and painful as a lightning strike, through the bond and then it was gone, the connection between them slammed firmly shut.

"You're right. What's one girl in the face of duty and responsibility?"

"Everything," Frey told him and something in him answered in kind.

#this was uhhhh much longer than intended #sorry not sorry #Lys Writes Fic #forspoken spoilers #phoenixiancrystallist #merry belated christmas Bobbi here's your payback for your gift to me #this is exactly 1000 words #oops #long post

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strrvnge · 1 year

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Christmas at 221B Baker Street

Sherlock isn't particularly fond of the whole concept of christmas. He finds it to be a pointless excuse of excessive buying, meaningless superficial shows of affections through materials - but wait why are you and John dragging a christmas tree upstairs?

"I think it'd look great in that corner don't you think?"

"We can't, it's part of Sherlock's silent treatment for when I ignore him and Mrs Hudson's gone. He looks outside while humming shsu to annoy me while I'm working I don't know what he'd do without"

"What do you think you're doing?" Sherlock asks storming out of his bedroom only to find John in the ugliest christmas sweater to every be seen and you with a christmas headband on your head

"Decorating for Christmas of course"you said

"John I thought we agreed we wouldnt participate to such stupid thing"

"No, no you said that I was just nodding my head while zoning out. There is no way I'm skipping christmas''

"You can help us if you want. It can be fun as might not be that bad"

"I highly doubt that, but anyway I'd rather do anything else but this"

"Well if you don't want to you can sit somewhere quietly while me and Y/N do our thing"

So like a sulky child that isn't played by their friends he sits at his armchair opposite you two, pretending to be looking through one of his latest composition while stealing a few glances at you and John talking and giggling while setting up the tree completely unaware of his

And you know him he isn't the one to ask for attention much less admit that he's wrong (and well whatever you and john are doing surely looks interesting) so he sits there tutting or dry coughing anything really that could catch your attention and invite him again.of course the sxolia are frequent; "I wouldn't do it that way if I were you" " that color is dull, only a dog would choose it and that's because they are colourblind" "I don't think they go that way"

"Then why don't you come to do it better?"John says, sighing annoyed

"Who me?! No, no, no I couldn't care less"

"We should put on music!" You exclaim trying not to laugh with the two of them.

Eventually he comes to help you after five watching you struggling trying to put a tinsel that was too high for you to reach.

"Thanks for that."

"Come on don't be Grinch (i hope you get the pun) and have fun with us"

So it might have been very hard for you to convince him however here he is with a santa's cap sitting on the floor trying to untangle the christmas lights.

Of course you end up helping him escape after almost strangling himself

"For someone who calls themselves a genius you look like you're really struggling with this"

and then you are explaining why they should go around the tree and not vertically just because he finds it more practical.

"If you don't shut up i'll strangle you myself"

"But Y/N-!"

At some point you decide to make hot chocolate only to find there are no marshmallows in the house.

"Why would I have marshmallows? What am I? A child"

"You certainly act like one" you hear John mumble

"You don't put marshmallows in your chocolate? Why? You hate love?"

So you quickly run to buy some and coming hack ro the apartments you shove some snow down Sherlock's shirt that you picked outside.

"For God's sake you better run for your life Y/N because I swear-!" He yells running behind you but your loud giggles cover his voice as you start running, around the furniture and then from one room to another, jumping on the armchairs and the couch, the bed and maybe even on a table so he wouldn't catch you.

"If you kill me you'll be on the naughty list"

After that quick hunt and a 10 replays of all I want for christmas is you (you know that because after the ninths sherlock sweared it took just one time to hear that song before he rips his ears out and you wanted to see what would happen so you put it again) after all this the apartment looks like it came straight out of some cheesy christmas movie, with a gigantic tree and so many lights Sherlock swears the apartment might catch on fire.

The three of you are exhausted after all the fighting, caroling and decorating. You all sit with a cup of chocolate and your noses fogging the window's glass as you watch outside everything get all white from the snow.

"So if we're going to have a party I really don't want anderson to come" sherlock says

"Don't be cruel! You need to be good or santa won't come"

"Y/N you've been bringing this up worryingly too many times today for it to be a joke. I think there is something we should tell you"

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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TMNT Thanksgiving Special!

Summary: How you spend Thanksgiving with the trutles!

Warnings: None, just fluff!

It's worth mentioning that the turtles had never had a traditional thanksgiving dinner before they met you. Usually, it wasn't something Splinter could have pulled off with his lack of resources. Though he did very much want the boys to experience the Japanese version of the holiday, considering their secrecy, celebrating the way he had as a child would have been out of the question.

This year was going to be different though, because they had you, who knew how to cook, at least half decently, and April, who could at least follow directions.

It wasn't a very large affair, just a turkey that you'd managed to find on sale, some mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. All made by the two of you, of course.

All of the boys, (apart from Raph and Casey) had offered to help, but the pair of you would simply share a look, giggle, and send them off on some time consuming chore to make them feel helpful.

Currently, Donnie and Leo were setting the table, murmuring to each other about how nice their misshapen silverware looked all wrapped in paper towels, or how fancy the kitchen island looked with the tacky plastic table cloth that you'd snagged from the dollar store (on clearance) laid across it.

You had to giggle at them as they marveled at things that were so mundane to you. You often times forgot how fascinated they could be by the simplest things, due to their short time on the surface.

Figures often bustled in and out of the kitchen, prompting you and your assistant chef to immediately come to blows with anyone deemed unworthy of being in the space. In your defense, it was usually one of whom you'd nicknamed the 'Lazy Trio', trying to sneak bites of whatever you were making at the time.

Occasionally, Splinter would come in to make a fresh pot of tea, or Leo or Donnie would offer to wash up the dishes made so far, which you always obliged.

When the feast was ready to be served, April whistled through her fingers, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that, for maybe the first time since you'd met the turtles, everyone in the lair had obliged, all now waiting eagerly at the table.

A few, including Mikey and Casey had trouble keeping them contained, struggling not to reach across the table to dig in before the meal was actually served.

When it was, Splinter was awarded the honor of carving the bird, something he wasn't prepared for, but graciously accepted anyways.

"Many years ago, my life was changed forever." He began a speech, head held high, so not to show tears welling in his eyes. "I suddenly found myself a father, once again, and I have always done what I felt was right to honor my sons, even if that meant shielding them from all outside factors. However, over the last several months, I have come to realize that not only do I have my four sons to cherish, but I have the loveliest of daughters as well."

Your cheeks burned at his words, and the way your 'brothers' cheered you both for making this holiday possible for them.

"And of course, my son, Casey." Splinter finished with a smile, having spotted the boy pouting in his seat from not being spoken of.

The meal was followed by everyone gathering in the living room, watching a live feed of the Macy's Day Parade, resting off your amazing cooking.

You yourself sat cuddled up to someone special, nuzzling your face into his arm and dozing off, securely enveloped in scaly arms.

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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The Boy Next Door

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut (towards the end), language, marijuana

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When you’d moved to the trailer park a year ago, you never thought you’d enjoy it. You were used to the big city, fast paced environment; even in your small, shitty apartment. You’d moved to Forest Hills after your dad lost his job, and this was the best he could do. You didn’t mind the trailer park, but Hawkins was definitely not the city. It was a small, closed-minded town with absolutely nothing to do.

You went through the motions numbly: clean house, make dinner for you and your dad, work, and slowly (but surely) die inside. The constant state of boredom this town had you in was actually killing you. If it weren’t for your dad, you’d have been out of that place immediately.

That was until you’d met someone, someone who brought a world of energy and eccentricity into your life once again, without needing to drive to the city. All the torture of Hawkins ended..

With the boy next door.

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It had been 3 months since you’d moved in, and when you say the locals are less than welcoming.. you mean it. They don’t understand the way you dress, the way you talk, the music you listen to. It was your own personal hell. When you’d got off your shift at the local theatre, you hastily made your way back to your house; not wanting to spent another moment in that dreadful town.

When you got home, the lights were already off, which meant your father had gone to bed. You sighed, reaching into your purse and pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

The cool autumn breeze hit your face as you sat on the steps, taking a few drags off the deadly stick between your fingers. Stomping it out, you stood up to go inside.

You stopped in your tracks as the smell of weed hit you strongly. Who the fuck in this town has good pot? You thought back to the baggie you’d bought from some randoms outside of work, you’d get a better high smoking grass clippings.

Trailing the scent, it led you to an open window of the trailer next to yours. Being not at all creepy, you stood on your toes, taking a peek inside.

On the other side sat a boy, seemingly around the same age as you, with a joint between his fingers. Music played softly from the speakers on his table. Placing your feet flat on the ground, you took a few steps back, grabbing a pebble from the ground and tossing it through the window. Nothing.

Toss another. Nothing. Another. A loud gasp, and a mumble of “What the fuck?” Your eyes widen, a brief panic about what you were doing. You shook it off as you seen a show at the window, further opening the curtains.

“Hello?” A worried voiced called. You walked over, looking up at the man in the window. “Hey!” You whisper shouted. “Who are you?” He questioned, a curious look on his face. “I’m (Y/N), from next door.” You said, smiling widely. He slowly nodded, “Okay.. uh.. (Y/N) from next door.. why are you at my window?”

You laughed nervously, “Well.. uh.” you paused. “Got any weed?” He laughs loudly, closing the window. You sigh, god i’m such an idiot. As you’re about to turn heel and leave, you hear the front door swing open. The guy is now standing outside, a metal box in hand. “C’mon. I haven’t installed the drive through service yet.” He points to his window. You roll your eyes at yourself and laugh, walking over to him.

“How much you want?” He opens the box, digging around in it. You reach in your pocket and pull out $20. Handing it to him, he jokingly inspects it. You watch as his ring clad hands rummage through the box, pulling out a baggie. “Here ya go.” He hands it to you. “Is it any good?” You raise an eyebrow and he smirks. “I’d say so. I’m biased, though.” He laughs, shaking his head and closing the box.

“Wanna try it out first?” He offers, and you tilt your head in a ‘what do you mean’ way. He chuckles, “Come on in, I have the house to myself for the night.” You laugh, “You’re not a murderer or anything, right?”

He looks down at you as he opens the door, “Would you still want the weed if I was?” He jokes “Besides, you were the one outside of my bedroom window..” You mumble a ‘true’ and follow him inside. The trailer was dimly lit as he led you down the hallway to his room. Opening the door, he stretches his arm out, welcoming you in. The first thing you notice is the abundance of music related items; posters, cassettes, and the coolest guitar you’ve ever seen hanging on the dresser mirror.

Once you’re done admiring the room, you see him sitting at the edge of the bed. Relighting the joint you’d interrupted him from. “You can sit. I don’t bite..” he smirks at you. “See this leads back to the whole murderer thing..” you joke as you take a seat on the bed. He inhales deeply, before passing the joint to you. “Thanks, boy next door.”

He chokes out his hit, before realization hits him. “Right! My name’s Eddie.” You laugh loudly, and nod; “Eddie.”

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9 months later, and you and Eddie were the best of friends. He went from ‘the boy next door’ to ‘is he even next door if you’re always at his house?’. It’s true, you’d spent basically every day with Eddie. He’d take you to his DnD campaigns, introduced you to the Hellfire Club, band practices, and you even went to his graduation. Yep, he finally graduated. Third time is a charm, after all.

Today you’re sitting on his bed, flipping through an old ‘Rolling Stones’ magazine while Eddie tuned his guitar… again.

“Eddie, oh my god” you whined. He looks at you, puzzled. “You’ve tuned that guitar 100 times now, it sounds just as good as it did when you took it off the wall!” You close the magazine, tossing it on the bed.

“(Y/N). It has to be perfect. Not ‘good’, not ‘great’. Perfect.” He retorts. You reach over as he’s about to play a chord again. You lean in close to his face, putting your hand over his. His breath hitches and he looks at you. “It’s perfect.” You say, prying the guitar from his grip. “But-“ he stops, and sighs, reluctantly handing it over. You prop it up against his dresser.

Okay, so you had gotten a bit flirtier with Eddie in the last few months. After you guys had started seeing each other regularly, you’d obviously taken notice of how incredibly.. good looking he is. His messy, curly brown hair, his big brown doe eyes, his smile, and his long, ring covered fingers..

You’re broken out of your thought to Eddie flopping down beside you, he looked nervous. “What’s wrong?” you questioned him, turning your head to look at him. He sighed, fiddling with his rings. “I’m just nervous, we’ve never had a gig like this.. this is a pretty popular bar. I don’t want to fuck it up. I need it to be perfect.” He rambles, and you nod. “You guys will be perfect, Eddie. You guys have been practicing for months, and you sound incredible.” You reassure him, placing your hand on his busy fingers.

He looks over at you, a sweet smile forming on his face. “You think so?” His voice is soft. “I know so, Munson. Plus, you’ll have me there. I’ll be right up front cheering you guys on,” and continuing to fall in love with you. You leave the last part out. “You got this, boy next door.” He laughs loudly at your last comment, rolling over and tickling you hard on your sides.

Your laugh is loud and nearly a scream as you try to pry yourself away from him. “Eddie! Eddie stop, please!” You cry out, breathless. He laughs as your hands push at his. Suddenly he takes your wrists in his hands, pinning them to the bed next to your head.

Your laughter ceases, and you’re panting loudly. He looks down at you, his eyes on yours. It looks as if he’s about to lean in and then..

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He lets go quickly, sitting up. You release a breathe you didn’t realize you’d started holding, blinking rapidly. “That would be the band,” he says, starting to grab his things. You stand up, putting on your shoes, and grabbing your bag. “Ready?” you ask, helping him grab stuff. He nods, “As I’ll ever be.”

The van is packed full of band members, and equipment. You’re lucky, though, because Eddie always gives you shotgun. The music is playing loud as you all jam out during the ride, and you can’t help but look at Eddie in awe. His smile is wide, his face lit up in excitement. He’s in his element and you couldn’t be happier to witness it.

Pulling up to the bar, it’s packed. Cars and people everywhere as he pulls around back. You look over at Eddie, who looks more nervous than he did when he was tuning his guitar. You turn around, taking in the absolutely terrified faces of the rest of the band.

“You guys,” you start. “Don’t be nervous. Just go in there and do what you guys do best. Rock that shit.” You drum your hands on the dashboard. They all laugh, and the mood changes. They love having you as their own personal hype woman. They all start exiting the van, and you get out to help.

As they set up the stage, you feel your heart pounding with excitement. The vibe is incredible, music playing, and people having a good time out in the bar.

“All finished setting up.” You hear Eddie walk up beside you and you look at him. “This is incredible.” you say with a smile. He laughs, grabbing your hand. “Thank you.” he states, giving your hand a squeeze. “For what?” He smiles, “Everything. I probably would’ve bailed tonight because of how nervous I was.. but you being there always helps.” Your heart warms at his words, but before you can respond you hear a voice from the stage.

“Now give it up for.. Corroded Coffin!” The announcer says, before hopping off the stage. The audience clapping loudly. Eddie looks like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest, and the band starts making their way on stage. Before he leaves you quickly pull him into a hug, “You got this, Rockstar.” Then you push him out towards the stage.

Making your way through the audience, you reach the front. Eddie spots you right away, and you shoot him a thumbs up and a wide smile. He smiles back before the music starts, the crowd going absolutely wild.

The concert was an absolute hit, everyone loved them. You knew they would. Eddie was absolutely loving every second of it, and the band looked like they belonged on that stage. You’d made your way backstage after, waiting patiently on one of the old amps.

Then you heard the yelling and screaming of joy as the band came running in. Hugging and high-fiving each other. “That was fucking insane!” Gareth yelled at Jeff who looked like he was going to explode with adrenaline. You look at Eddie who is screaming and laughing along side them.

You walk over to them, laughing at their scene. “Need a groupie?” you joke, grabbing Eddie’s arm. He turns to you, grinning from ear to ear, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. He lifts you off the ground, and spins you around. You squeal and laugh at his unexpected gesture. Setting you down, he grabs you by your shoulders. “Can you believe that? That was fucking crazy!” He yells and you laugh, loudly. “You were perfect, Eddie!” you turn to the group, “I’m so proud of you guys!” They run over and envelope you in a group hug before running off.

“Wait, where are you guys going?” Eddie calls. “Drinks!” Gareth yells, pointing to the bar. You giggle at their excitement, bringing your attention back to Eddie. “Guess we’re babysitters now, huh?” He laughs. “Guess so, but I tell you, wish I had a rockstar babysitter like you growing up.” You joke and he smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you make your way to the band.

After the boys had a few drinks (soda after getting denied alcohol), you decided to pack up and head home. Dropping them off at their houses, and making your way back to the trailer park. As you pull into the driveway, the lights in your trailer are off. You look at the clock on the dashboard, 12:35am. You sigh, not realizing how late it was. As if he read your mind, he spoke; “Wanna stay the night?” You nod, and hop out. Stretching your arms and legs as he grabs his guitar and amp from the back. Muttering a ‘get the rest tomorrow’ as he closes it.

Making your way into his room you drop onto his bed on your stomach, groaning as your body aches from the jumping and cheering you did at the show. Eddie trails in behind you, hanging up his guitar. You hear him opening and closing drawers and when you open your eyes you see a ball of clothes coming at your face. You gasp as they connect, blinding your vision.

You push yourself up, grabbing the clothes. One of Eddie’s t-shirts and a pair of boxers. That’s new. You think to yourself. Of course you’d spent the night before but you always brought your own clothes. “Figured they’d be more comfortable than skinny jeans.” He points out and you thank him, making your way to the bathroom.

As you walk back into Eddie’s room, he’d just dropped his pants. You gasp, covering your eyes and turning around. “Sorry!” You yell. He laughs, “Relax. I sleep in my boxers, you didn’t catch me indecent.” You move your hand away, and he steps out of his pants. You see his eyes wander down your body, then go back to your eyes. “My clothes look good on you.” He says and you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Crawling into bed, the cool sheets covering your legs. He slides in next to you, his leg touching yours. You lay on your back silently for a few minutes, lost in your own thoughts. “Eddie?” You blurt out, breaking the silence. “Yeah?” His voice is soft, as you hear him turn his head towards you in the dark. “I uh..” i love you, dammit. “I’m just.. I’m proud of you, is all. You were incredible tonight.” You ramble out, cowering away from your original thought. He sighs, before turning his whole body onto it’s side; facing you.

“Thank you, (Y/N).. Out of all the people that were there, you were the one I wanted to impress most.” He admits, and you smile, turning to face him, too. “So what were you really gonna say? Hm?” He asks, gently. The light from the moon through the window, making his face just visible. “I.. what do you mean?” You stutter out, a nervous laugh at the end. He rolls his eyes, scooting closer to you. “You know what I mean.” You feel his hand move to your waist, rubbing circles with his thumb. Your breath hitches.

“I uh..” you groan in frustration. He laughs, his hand never leaving. “I love you, okay? Like I’m in love with you.” You rush out, covering your face with your hands. His hand leaves your side, and you immediately think you fucked up. Until you feel his hand gently grabbing your wrists, removing your hands. “I love you, too..” He says, voice just above a whisper, his eyes never leaving yours. “You do?” Your voice is small, and shy. He nods, a smile forming on his lips. “Come here” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He slips his leg between yours, holding you tightly to his chest.

His hands rub up and down your back, soothingly. Your body relaxing into his touch. “Feel good?” He hums into your hair. You nod, “Very.” He continues massaging your back, gradually getting lower. He pulls you impossibly closer, his hand making it’s way to your ass. He massages gently, and you bite your lip, holding back a moan.

He moves his leg a bit, and you feel the heat against your core. A small whimper falling from your lips, involuntarily. He notices your reaction, moving his leg again, his thigh pressing harder against you. You grip his shoulder tightly, sighing loudly. His hand moves to your thigh, lifting it slightly higher against his hip.

He pulls back, but keeps your body close. You look at him with wide eyes, and he smirks. He leans in slowly, and your eyes flutter shut. When his lips press to yours you could swear your heart stopped beating. Your lips move with his slowly, as he moves his hand to your hip. His tongue sneaks past your lips, and he slowly starts moving your hips against his thigh. This elicits a soft moan into his mouth, causing him to smile against your lips.

You feel his growing erection pressed against your hip as he rocks your clothed heat onto his thigh. You whimper as he lifts his thigh up again, giving you much needed friction. You move your pelvis a bit, grinding it against his hardening bulge. A deep groan leaves his throat and the kiss becomes a lot deeper, hungrier. His hand grips your hip, pushing you until you’re on your back. He never breaks the kiss as he slots himself between your legs, you instinctively wrap them around his waist.

He breaks from the kiss, moving his head to your neck. Kissing and biting as his hips rut against yours. You whimper against his shoulder as his clothed cock rubs against your clothed clit. This turns him on more, causing him to strain in his boxers, a low groan coming out against your neck. You can feel the pressure building in your lower stomach as he moves against you.

“F-fuck, Eddie.” you moan, and you feel his body shiver. “What is it, baby?” he says between kisses. “Need you.” is all you manage out and he pulls his head up to look at you. “What do you need, sweetheart?” He coos, his hand brushing some hair from your face. You blush as you grab his hand, slowly trailing it down your body to the top of the boxers you’re wearing.

He gasps as he looks between you two. “Yeah? You sure?” His brows furrow, looking at you intently. You nod, pushing his fingers past the waistband. He waists no time, pushing his hand farther down, leaving yours behind. He slides his middle and ring finger through your slit, feeling the wet mess that has formed. He moans at the feeling. “So wet, baby. For me?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Just for you, Eds.” He only removed his hand long enough to pull the boxers from your body, as you yank off your shirt. Your eyes roll back as he returns his hand, pressing two wet fingers against your aching clit. “Shit.. fuck.” You hiss as he rubs small circles around the sensitive nerves.

You feel his solid erection against your thigh as he continues working on your clit, making loud moans escape your mouth. You slide your hand down his chest, before placing your hand on his bulge. You press your hand firmly against it, stroking it slowly through his boxers. His hips involuntary move against your hand, a moan leaving his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Just then, he moves his fingers down to your entrance, gathering your slick that has gathered there. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours as he slides both fingers into you, stretching you around them. You whimper loudly against his lips, moving your hips down against his hand. “You like that, angel?” he moans against your lips, his hips rocking against your hand. You nod, tossing your head back against the pillow. “Fuck, yes, Eddie.” You sigh, heavily.

He presses his thumb against your clit, as he expertly works his fingers in and out of you. You cry out when he curls his fingers upward, hitting the exact right spot. “Yes, right there! Fuck.. please don’t stop.” The words sound desperate as they leave your mouth. He groans, working them quicker as he feels you clenching around him. The knot in your stomach is wound tightly, and he knows you’re close. “Cum for me, angel. Come on.” He whispers and it sends you toppling over the edge. Toes curled, back arching, pornographic whines and moans leaving your mouth as he thrusts his fingers through your high.

He feels himself getting closer and pulls his hips away from your hand, leaning down to kiss you as you come down from the pure bliss you just experienced. “Such a good girl for me..” He praises against your lips, slowly easing his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact, bringing your hands to his hair. You’re a hot, panting mess beneath him as he kisses you softly. Pulling back he takes in your state, completely fucked out just from his fingers. “God you’re so beautiful.” He mutters, caressing your cheek. You smile as you look at him through hooded eyes.

You reach your hand back down to touch him again, but he grabs it and puts it next to your head. “No, sweetheart. Plenty of time for that, but right now I need to be inside you.” He ‘tsk’s you. “Think you can handle that, baby?” He coos and you nod, “Yes please.” You whisper out, brushing your nose against his. He smiles down at you before reaching down and pulling off his own boxers. His aching erection springing up against his stomach. You moan at the sight, definitely bigger than you’re used to.

He takes himself in his hand, running it through your folds and collecting your slick. You whimper as he taps it against your clit, causing your hips to buck up. “Patience, sweet girl.” He says as he presses the tip against your entrance, just enough to have you clenching around nothing. “Eddie, fuck.. please.” You beg. He doesn’t have to be told twice as he slowly eases in, the pain of him stretching you out slowly dissipating and turning to pleasure. He groans as your soft, wet walls take him in. You bite your lip hard as he pushes in the rest of the way, his hips flush against yours.

“God, you’re so tight for me..” He groans, dropping his forehead against yours. “So big, Eddie.. fuck.” You moan out before he starts moving. His hips hit yours slowly, as he thrusts deep. You’re a moaning mess underneath him as he nips and sucks your neck. “This feel good, baby?” He rasps, his hot breath fanning your pulse point. “Y-yes, Eddie.” You whimper, and he moans. You clench around him with each noise he makes, only making your pleasure increase further. “F-faster.” you stutter out, locking your legs around his hips. You wish was his command as he gripped your hip in his hand tightly, using the other as leverage beside your head. His hips snapping at a brutally fast pace, causing your tits to bounce with each thrust.

Your reach around, clawing your nails against the skin of his back. All that can be heard is the sounds you both are making, and skin slapping against skin. The sounds are sinful enough to make the devil blush.

You feel the familiar feeling in your stomach again, and you whimper against his neck loudly. “So close, Eddie..” You breath out heavily, “Harder.” He reaches around, lifting your leg father up his waist before pulling out almost completely. You’re about to protest before he slams in roughly, a cry of both pleasure and pain leaving your lips. “Fuck, my sweet girl. You feel so good around my cock.” He groans out, his hips slamming into yours almost violently. You’re a gasping, whimpering mess as you cling onto him. “You gonna cum for me? Hm?” His voice is soft compared to his harsh thrusts. You nod, unable to form words. He slows, giving you one hard, punishing thrust. “Words, sweetheart.” He grunts, and you whimper. “Yes, Eddie.” it comes out as more of a cry.

He returns to his violent pace, reaching down an pressing his fingers to your clit. Your eyes roll back as he completely fills your senses; from his heavy panting in your neck, to the feeling of his hot skin against yours, to his cock driving roughly in and out of you, and now his fingers circling around your bundle of nerves. The knot in your stomach on the verge of snapping as you moan and cry underneath him. “I’m gonna-“ you gasp out, “Me too, baby. Cum for me, good girl. Come on..” He pants out, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy.

Your eyes squeeze shut, as your climax hits you like a lightning strike. Hips shaking, waves of pleasure crashing over your body, heavy pants falling from your lips as his hips slow down a bit. The tight grip of your pussy around his cock sends him over the edge, with a loud groan of your name, and one final thrust he’s spilling into you, painting your velvet walls in white.

He collapses on top of you, and your arms lay limply around his neck. His shaky arms push himself up to look at you; eyes closed, lips parted, and chest heaving as you catch your breath. He smiles weakly at the sight beneath him, not believing that he was finally able to be with you the way he’s been dreaming to since he seen you standing beneath his window.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips as he slowly pulled his softening erection from you. You hiss against his lips, and he rubs your face softly with his fingertips. You open your eyes, looking into his large brown ones. You smile up at him, seeing nothing but love pour from his chocolate irises.

“I love you” you whisper out, eyes blinking slowly. “I love you so much.” He gives you a soft peck before standing up and running to the bathroom.

He returns quickly with a damp towel, placing himself between your legs. He starts placing featherlight kisses up your thighs, before pressing the towel against your sensitive core. You whine and try to grab his hand. “Sh.. sh.. it’s okay, baby. I know. Let me take care of you.” He says gently, and you let him finish cleaning you up. He makes sure he’s as gentle as he can be so he doesn’t hurt you.

When he’s finished he tosses the rag into a clothes bin, grabbing the sheets and covering you up. You giggle loudly as he starts tucking you in at your sides. “Eddie stop” you laugh out at his gesture and he laughs a bit, too. He gives your side a little tap before making his way under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against him. Comfortably naked, and completely entwined in each other.

“Not so bad for the boy next door..” you joke and he playfully bites your shoulder. You giggle, “No, but seriously.. I’m so glad I met you.” you tell him and feel him smile against your skin. “I’m glad I met you, too.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” you hear him whisper as he feels your body relaxing. “Goodnight, my rockstar.” You whisper back before your eyes flutter shut and you fall asleep wrapped up in his arms.

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