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Cooper Howard x vault born reader. She's from one of the more messed up experiment vaults, when she uncovered the truth of the vault she runs away from it. The first interaction they have is when he tells her he fucking hates vault dwellers and she tells him "I don't really give a shit what YOU think of me". She's been in the wastes a good long while, has a lot of skills and they end up traveling together and getting close. The area she is naive in is sex her interpretation is it's boring, and hurts. He of course tries to explain that it's not suposed to feel like that. They become really close he asks if he can show her which she agrees, she cums harder than she ever has before he has to remind her to breath through it, maybe she squirts and is embarrassed he realizes it's new for her, tells her it normal and that he loves it. Bonus points for: squirting, choking, hair pulling.

Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x fem!Reader

Synopsis: A discussion with The Ghoul reveals things that you never wished to tell him, including your views on intimacy, and lack of experience. When he offers to show you what you were missing out on, how could you say no? Tags: Not Beta Read, Prompt Request, Backstory for Reader, Virgin Reader, Inexperienced Reader, Banter, This one might be even more OOC for The Ghoul, Soft Ghoul, Smut, Squirting, Doggystyle, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Choking, Confessions (kind of) Author's Note: i know that vault 75 is actually like on the other side of the us from where the show takes place but this vault always stuck out to me so i needed to use it for the prompt lmao. also thank you anon for the amazing prompt (and my first ever request :D) ! i hope this fulfilled it sufficiently!

If you’d told yourself a year ago that you’d be traveling the surface with an irradiated man dressed as a cowboy who only kept you around because you could make him his drugs, you’d call yourself insane, and rightfully so.

But here you were, following after him like an obedient soldier, just like you were raised to be. For the past few months, you had wandered alongside The Ghoul, searching for your purpose on the surface. There was a deal between you two; he’ll travel with you, and you’d make him the chems that stopped him from turning into a feral.

It was a reluctant acquaintanceship at best, The Ghoul keeping you at an arm's length, and you didn’t blame him. The reason he had difficulty trusting you fully was because you were vault born, which he made abundantly clear when the two of you first started traveling. You spent the first eighteen years of your life in Vault 75, where you were trained, both mentally and physically, to become the perfect soldier and scientist that would bring justice to the surface world. That had been your life’s goal, up until you turned eighteen.

Along with the rest of the top peers, you were selected to make your way to the surface. But before you could leave they provided a vaccine, claiming that it would build immunity against the radiation that still plagued the earth.

In actuality, it had been a sedative, and you remember awaking some time later, suspended in a glass chamber. For days, months, years, you weren’t quite sure, you were prodded, stabbed, cut open. It was pure agony, moments that you only remember in your darkest dreams, leaving you panting and shaking. To this day, you still weren’t fully sure what they had done to you, but you knew they had quite literally taken things from you that you’d never get back.

Somehow, you managed to break free of the sedative that they continuously pumped into your body, keeping you alive yet without control of your body. You weren’t certain how you managed to escape, but you remembered that your hands and knuckles were bloody pulps, glass embedded into the flesh, fingers broken and mangled. Even now, you could still see the scars that still lingered, and the way your fingers looked off, bones not set right. It caused you issues and aches, but luckily today was a low-pain day.

A gruff drawl snapped you out of your reminiscing, and you looked up from your hand into the eerily human eyes of The Ghoul, who had stopped in front of you. “What?” You had missed what he said.

“The fuck you doin’?”

“I… my hand hurts,” you lied. “Sorry.”

He angrily grumbled something under his breath, yet you watched him dig into one of the pockets of his trench coat. He pulled out a small pill bottle, and after double-checking the contents he tossed it to you, and you caught it with your non-injured one. “Keep yer head on,” he added before turning to keep walking.

You didn’t have to look at the bottle to know what he’d given you: painkillers. He’d always give them to you whenever your pain would flare, and each time you reevaluate your relationship with him. You couldn’t figure out if he detest you or cared about you, whether he saw you as a friend or foe. He was a confusing person, and his hard exterior and guarded responses to your questions made him hard to understand.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, and if he heard you he didn’t respond, just continuing to walk away. Tucking the pills away, you jogged to catch up with him, keeping a few feet distance between the two of you.

Looking around, you tried to make some sense of the dilapidated buildings and cracked roads, creating an image in your head of what you imagined the town to once be. Full of energy, full of life, able to roam without fear of being killed by man or creature, or fear of being slowly poisoned to death by radiation.

There was a row of buildings on either side of the road, most caved in, but there were still a few that remained, windows shattered or boarded up. Rusted mental skeletons of cars littered the road, you and The Ghoul having to weave around them. Glass crunched underneath your boots, and you swore you stepped on a few bones.

Glancing at the road, you noted how elongated the shadows were, and you didn’t have to glance behind you to know that the sun was setting, night right on the precipice of falling. Not wanting to become a late night snack for a deathclaw or some ferals, you cleared your throat, getting the attention of The Ghoul. He stilled, turning his head over his shoulder to look at you. “We should find a place to stop soon.”

You watched him debate it for a second, eyes flicking from the setting sun to the walk in front of him, then to the buildings on either side of you two. Eventually he came to a decision, sighing. “There’s a standin’ building’ down a little ways. We’ll stop there.”

You were eager to finally rest, the rifle in your hands was becoming heavy and the straps of your backpack were digging into your shoulders, so you had a bit more energy in your step as you continued down the street. As you reached the end of the street, you were able to see the building he had mentioned. It was an old shop of sorts, any signs long since gone, but it looked still relatively intact.

The Ghoul got there first, like he normally did. Opening the door with one hand, he held his gun in the other, raised and ready to shoot. He swept the room as he entered, and you follow hot on his heels, gun at the ready.

In the dim light, you were able to see rows of shelves in the main area, a small desk with a register tucked into the left corner. There was a closed door behind the desk, and another on the rightmost wall of the building, also closed.

Stepping further in, you were able to start making out the contents on the shelves: boxes and packages of food, no doubt beyond edible, labels faded away. But you also saw a few cans of food littering about, but you’d have to look through them once you’d cleared the building.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you watched him peer into the far right room, before turning and speaking to you. “Check the desk,” he kept his voice low, as to not alert any possible dwellers. Nodding, you carefully made your way over to the desk, eyes rapidly scanning your environment.

You tried to open the door, but it merely rattled against the frame, locked shut. If you had the tools, or the patience, you would’ve tried to pick the lock, but you didn’t care that much. Besides, if there was anything in there that was alive, it wouldn’t be able to get you.

The desk didn’t have much to offer, either. Partial destroyed papers dotted the desk, and the register sat broken and open, robbed of the pre-war cash that once resided in it. You were a tad bit disappointed; it always made for great kindling.

Searching through the rest of the drawers, you only found garbage, and after a few moments you gave up trying to find anything of value. You slowly made your way back over to The Ghoul, who had better luck than you with his door. You could hear him digging through drawers as you entered, and you were sure to make some audible noise so as to not startle him.

It was a small living area, a twin bed tucked into the corner, as well as a kitchenette and small desk. A TV and couch sat in the center, and you saw another door, opened by The Ghoul, which you presumed was the bathroom. “Not bad,” you commented. This was truly one of the better places the two of you had stopped at; this at least had four walls and a roof.

He grunted in response, still rifling through drawers. “Find anythin’?”

You shook your head. “I’ll go look again,” you responded, and before you backed out of the room you dumped your bag on the floor. You sighed happily at the relief, rubbing your shoulders as you began to look through the shelves again.

You didn’t bother to look at the boxed goods, heading straight to the few canned items you saw. The cans were still whole, thankfully, but the labels were long since gone. Shrugging, you grabbed the cans, about four in total, and brought them back to the other room, dumping them on the counter of the kitchenette.

“What’s that?” You heard him ask, spurs clicking on the linoleum floor as he came over to you. The room was now illuminated by a small oil lantern placed on the desk.

“No idea. But they’re still good. Probably.” You spoke as you moved to sit on the counter, legs dangling. Man, did it feel good to sit after walking all day. You reached for your knife, cursing when you felt empty space instead, your knife in the bag instead of on you.

Before you could even get down, The Ghoul handed you his knife, the blade glinting in the low light. He pointed the handle towards you, and you took it from him, and you murmured a small thanks. You got to work opening the first can, hunger making your stomach rumble. The knife plunged in and out of the tin top, peeling back the rest once you got most of it cut.

It was an almost gelatinous red substance inside, with darker red, round something suspended in it. It smelled sweet, sugary even, and you tried to tilt it into your mouth, but it didn’t budge. Maybe it had gone bad, then.

Confused, you reached down to the drawer that was in between your legs, managing to get it open enough to reach your hand in. You grabbed the first utensil feeling thing you could find, and to your delight it was a fork. You didn’t waste any time, taking a decent-sized forkful and bringing it to your mouth.

It was overwhelmingly sweet, and you’re sure you made some face, because The Ghoul was chuckling lightly. It wasn’t bad, but it almost hurt to eat, and the gelatinous nature of it made it stick to your teeth. “That’s whatcha get for eatin’ unlabeled food.”

You shook your head. “It’s not bad. It’s just… sweet.”

He hummed curiously, and you offered the can to him. You laughed when he eyed it suspiciously. “I promise you, it doesn’t taste bad. And I haven’t poisoned it,” you teased.

“I’m surprised you haven’t,” he grumbled, but he took the can from you.

“I wouldn’t,” you grabbed and handed a utensil to him. “I rather like your company.”

See, as fun as it was to be out on the road, nothing but the endless horizon in front of you, it was the nights that you truly cherished. He didn’t talk much while you walked, keeping a literal and metaphorical distance between the two of you. It was like when he was on the road, he was The Ghoul, a cunning and vicious bounty hunter. But when it was just the two of you, secluded away in some abandoned house, around a fire, wherever, it was like the human side of him resurfaced, leading way to conversation and… friendship?

You had no idea if he considered you a friend, but you knew you considered him to be one. It wasn’t like you had any other person in this wretched world, your “friends” from the vault turned enemy. As a wanderer, it was hard to build and maintain relationships with other people, so you chose to just stick with The Ghoul.

And you wouldn’t lie, there was something beyond “friendship” that you felt for The Ghoul. It had taken too long for you to even admit that to yourself, so it was unlikely that you were going to admit to him. Besides, it went against everything that you were raised to believe, and even though you’d long since left the vault, their ideas were still ingrained into your brain.

“Not sure why,” he muttered before eating a spoonful of the mysterious substance. You were barely able to see it, but his upper lip twitched into an almost smile. You always liked when he smiled. It was rare for him, a genuine smile. He’d sneer and smirk, sure, but it was those true smiles that got your heart beating faster and your knees getting weak. You refused to name the reason why your body reacted the way it did, not wanting to face the reality that you felt something for The Ghoul just yet.

“It’s pie filling. Cherry pie filling, to be exact,” he lifted up another spoonful, one of the dark red balls on it, covered in the sheer red substance.

“Cherry pie filling?” You said each of the words as their own question. You’d never heard of any of what he was talking about.

He rolled his eyes, handing the can back to you, and you took another bite. You still weren’t used to the sweetness of it. “Fuckin’ vault dwellers,” he sighed. “Cherry’s a fruit. Pie is a pastry. Filling is what you put into pie.”

It didn’t clear up anything, but you nodded anyway, not wanting to annoy him further. “Interesting.” Taking one final bite, you set it next to you, moving on to the next can. You were in the middle of opening the second one when he spoke

“You mean to tell me they didn’t have pie in your vault?”

You weren’t expecting his question, and you halted mid-cut. He never asked you about the vault you grew up in, and you never told him anything besides the name and that you left. He made his opinion on vaults and vault dwellers abundantly clear when you first met all those months ago, back when your relationship was a tenuous allyship. You hadn't cared what he thought about you and your old life then, telling him straight to his face, and you certainly didn’t care now. But it was curious that he was willingly asking you about it now.

“No,” you drew out the word, mildly suspicious. “If it didn’t have good nutritional value, then it wasn’t allowed. So no candy, no sugary drinks, no pastries. Nothing like that.” You answered while opening up the second can, and you recognized it immediately: sweet corn.

He didn’t ask any further questions, so you didn’t elaborate. Not needed to do a taste test of the sweet corn, you set it aside, then opened the other two cans, which were baked beans and tomato soup. Wordlessly, The Ghoul grabbed two of the cans, making his way over to the couch, and you followed behind him, the other two cans in your own hands.

Sitting side-by-side, the two of you ate in silence, and you propped your legs up on the coffee table in front of you. The two of you would eat half the can before passing it off to the other. It was how you shared your dinners for at least the past month.

It didn’t take long for there to only be the pie filling left, and you held it in your better hand. Even though you’d been free from the vault for some time, a part of you still felt wrong for indulging in a treat like this. Pushing those memories aside, you took another bite before passing it to the man next to you. You jumped when you felt his gloved fingers brush yours, and you missed the way he knowingly chuckled.

Sighing, you sat back against the couch, ignoring the armor that dug into your shoulders, and you found your eyes flicking back down to your hand. You traced over the scars littering it, a familiar pattern to you at this point, and you flexed your fingers. They popped and cracked, bending unnaturally, and it caused a small jolt of pain to shoot through the nerves. You hadn't realized your eyes weren’t the only one on it until you heard the man beside you speak. “How’d that happen?”

Now you were suspicious; he sounded like he actually cared. “Did you get replaced with a synth?” You asked, bewildered.

He rolled his eyes in response, taking another bite before setting the can on the coffee table in front of you two. “I realize I don’t know a lot ‘bout you.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you admitted. “But,” you added when he glared at you, “if you really want to know, I got it by punching something. Repeatedly.”

“If that’s your fist, I’d hate to see the other person,” he muttered.

“Something, not someone. It was, well, glass.”

“Why the fuck were you punchin’ glass?”

“It was the only way I could escape.” You laughed humorlessly when he glanced at you, confused. “What, you think I left the vault freely?” You shook your head. “After my eighteenth birthday, they trapped me in a chamber so they could harvest stuff from my body, pumping me full of sedative and rapid-healing agents. Something about creating the ‘perfect human’. Eventually, the drug they used to keep me docile stopped working, and I was able to smash my way out. I’m pretty sure there’s some glass still left in my hand,” you chuckled, stopping when you realized he wasn’t joining in. “It’s fine. I’ve repressed most of the memories anyway.”

“Not well enough,” he muttered more to himself, and you couldn’t help the small bit of dread that washed over you at the realization that he knew about your nightmares. They made you feel weak, and you didn’t want him to think you were.

“Well, I….” You trailed off with a sigh, finding it not worth it to try and disagree, sitting back on the couch. “Rude.”

“So you do have nightmares.” He chuckled at the glare you gave him once you realized you fell into his trap. “Are they ‘bout that?”

“Is this an interrogation?” You asked, getting defensive. “Why the fuck do you care? You haven’t before.”

“If ya paid attention, I said I barely know anythin’ ‘bout you. Figured if we’re gonna continue to travel I should know more besides your name.” He sighed before adding, “This ain’t an interrogation. You… you can ask me whatcha like.”

His reluctant openness made you feel more comfortable, and you relaxed a bit. “Really?”

“Sure, why the hell not. But answer my question first.”

There was silence for a few beats. “Fine. Yes, they’re about when they had me trapped. It’s… it’s mostly the pain I remember. And their faces, the people who raised me, who I trusted. watching me through the glass. I forget most of the details when I wake, but that’s what sticks out.”

The Ghoul didn’t offer any verbal response, merely nodding his head slowly. You prayed that he couldn’t see the way your hands shook as you willingly brought up those memories in your brain. You shoved them away, forcing a light smile on your face. “My turn.” Adjusting so that your back rested against the arm of the sofa so you were facing him now, your knees tucked up to your chest. “What’s your name?”

He scoffed. “Out of all the questions, that’s the one ya go with?”

“You don’t have to-”

“Cooper. Cooper Howard.” His response cut you off, and a small smile lifted the corners of your mouth.

“A pleasure, Cooper Howard,” you smiled gently. It was hardly noticeable, but something shifted in him when he heard you say his name, but you weren’t quite sure what exactly.

He cleared his throat while adjusting in his seat, his eyes flicking away from your own. “Better not make me regret tellin’ ya that.”

Your slight smile fell at his semi-threat. “I’m assuming you don’t want me to call you that, then.” His responding silence was answer enough, and you didn’t press it further. “Do you got any more questions for me?”

“Plenty,” he seemed more comfortable now that the attention was off his past life. “Why the hell are ya still travelin’ with me?”

You thought of your answer for a moment. “I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoyed your company. And it’s not like I’ve got any place to go.”

“We’ve traveled to plenty of towns. Why don’t ya just stay there?”

“Do… Do you want me to leave?” It almost hurt to ask. You thought things were amicable between the two of you, and the thought of leaving your one “friend” was something you truly did not want to think about.

He regarded you for a few moments, eyes dancing over your face. “I suppose not,” he finally sighed out, crossing his arms and resting against the back of the couch.

“Good,” you tried to not sound too relieved. “You’re stuck with me.” You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips.

“Unfortunately.” He didn’t sound too upset about it. “Anythin’ else?”

“Why didn’t you kill me when we met? I tried to rob you, and I’ve seen you kill people for less. You had the gun right to my head; why didn’t you pull the trigger?”

“That’s two questions.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “They’re the same damn thing. Just… why didn’t you kill me?”

“I dunno why I didn’t kill ya right away. Somethin’ made me hesitate. And then once I realized you was a vault born, I figured I could get a good amount of caps for you, so I kept you alive.” The Ghoul sighed. “I expected to only keep ya ‘round for a week. But then you saved my life, even though I had ya captive, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell you. That’s when I set you free.” He chuckled as he reminisced. “But for some fuckin’ reason, you decided to stick around, and I thought I was gonna regret not killin’ or sellin’ ya.”

“Do you regret it?”

“That’s three questions now, sweetheart.” Your cheeks grew warm at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time he’d called you it, but it always elicited the same reaction from you. “But no. It’s nice, havin’ someone you trust enough to watch your back. After years of solitude, wanderin’ this godforsaken Wasteland with you has been a pleasant change.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone regard you so kindly, which was insane because of who it was coming from. “Thank you,” you responded, sincerely.

“Before I inflate your ego any more, it’s my turn. Do you miss life in the vault, back before all… that?” He gestured to your hand.

“Honestly, you’d think I would,” you chuckled. “No danger around every corner, no radiation, no worry about dehydration or starvation. It was secure, but so constricting. Every part of my life was monitored, from the foods I ate, to the things I did, to the people I spoke to. If the higher ups didn’t like it, they’d make me change. If anything threatened the ability to become the most optimized person, then it was removed. I’ve had more freedom during the time I’ve spent up here than I did for the first eighteen years of my life.” You took a breath. “So, no, I don’t miss it.”

It went like that for a good while, you weren't quite sure how long, and eventually the two of you finished off the pie filling. Questions were shot back and forth, and you learned some things about the man beside you that you never thought you’d know. He learned more of the experiments led by Vault 75, and your role in it. You refrained from asking him about his life before becoming The Ghoul, and although he didn’t say it, you could tell that he was grateful. He had long since shed his coat, draping it across the back of the couch, down to only a once luscious blue button down. His hat was also off, sitting on the table alongside the now empty cans.

You had asked him about the strangest person he’d met, and he was recounting this one “doctor” he’d met in Filly, with greased hair and a rotted cap, selling ailments for quite literally every predicament. “Pretty sure he was fuckin’ the livestock,” he added, and you gapped at him, horrified. “Strange fellow indeed. But, after that it probably has to be this vault born I met, who no matter what I do, refuses to leave.”

“I’m second after that? I… fuck you!” You’d never sworn at him before, but now felt like a good time to change that.

His brow raised, shocked, and he grinned at you. “Looks like I’m rubbin’ off on ya, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide your own smile behind your knees, which were still tucked up close to you. “It’s your turn. Although, I don’t know if I wanna respond after you insulted me like that.”

“My apologies,” he responded, not sounding sorry at all, especially with the way he continued to chuckle as he thought of a question. “Did ya have friends? Lovers, perhaps?”

If you weren’t blushing because of the nickname, then you certainly were now. It was a taboo subject in your vault, having lovers. Romantic companionship was seen as a hindrance, a liability. “I had some friends, sure, but they all turned out to be back-stabbers or were taken like me. I don’t know if they survived; I couldn’t stop to rescue them if I wanted to live.” You shook off the bit of guilt you felt when thinking of the others. “But I wasn’t close friends with anyone. As weird as it is, you’re the closest thing to a true friend I’ve ever had.”

“You only answered half my question.” Damn him. “Any lovers?”

“No.” Your hand was looking quite interesting now, and you traced over the familiar pattern of the scars again.

“‘No’? That’s it?” If looks could kill, The Ghoul would be six feet under right now. “Touchy subject?”

You realized that no matter what you said, he was still going to continue to ask. Groaning, you let your head sag back off the couch, not wanting to make eye contact with him when you responded. “We weren’t allowed to take… lovers. There were no romantic relationships allowed in the vault; they were seen as a liability. And I know that they’re not, but it’s been drilled into my brain that they’re wrong, that they’re… improper, and I’d rather not talk about it.”

When he didn’t respond, you thought he lost interest in the subject, and you slowly began to lift your head back up. “How the fuck did you guys repopulate?” And there your head went back down, face burning.

“IVF. They took the eggs and sperm from the captives, as they were the best genetically, physically and mentally, and then put them in the body of one of the scientists.” You chose to not add the fact that there was an entirely real possibility that you had a kid or two.

“So no sex then?”

Something like a groan and a curse left your lips, and you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment and something else washing over you. How you wished for a raider or synth or anything to break down the door and kill you. “No,” you responded, and you missed the way his gaze locked on to you, intrigued by your answer.

“So you’ve never-”

“No!” You didn’t let him finish his question, not caring about what you just admitted to him.

“Not even after you left?”

“No.” You were getting really tired of your same responses.

“Why not? It ain’t like you got your vault monitoring everythin’ ya do anymore.”

“Well…” you sighed, running a hand over your hot face. “It seems boring, from what I heard. I’m just supposed to, I dunno, sit there in pain while they use me for their own pleasure. It’s never appealed to me.” That last part was a lie, and you both knew it. You just wanted to hold on to some semblance of your pride that was lying in tatters around you.

He had the audacity to laugh, and you wished the couch would just swallow you whole. “I dunno who told ya that, but it ain’t like that. Not even fuckin’ close.”

Shakily, you exhaled, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t believe you were having this discussion, with The Ghoul of all people. His next words had you going deathly still, staring wide-eyed at the mildewed ceiling. “Can I show ya?”

In just one sentence, he managed to change the entire atmosphere of the conversation, of your relationship. You wouldn’t deny, the idea of being intimate with him was appealing, and definitely not the first time you’d thought of it. What made this time different, though, was that you didn’t push those thoughts away, disgust and shame not overwhelming you. And it was also different because this wasn’t just a scenario that you’d played out in your head, alone while you slept. No, this was actually happening.

“What?” You managed to stammer out, sitting up slowly. Your mouth went dry at the way he stared at you, almost hungrily. You squirmed under his intense gaze, which seemed to please the man.

“Can I show ya what it’s supposed to feel like?” He repeated again, and one of his gloves hands crept across the couch, resting an inch away from where your legs were. “If ya don’t want this, just say the word, and we can pretend like this ain’t ever happened. But I can promise ya won’t regret it.” For once, you were grateful for his self-assurance and cockiness, as it bolstered your own confidence in your decision.

It felt like five hours had passed before you nodded, and you felt his hand brush up your clothed calf, gripping the muscle lightly. “Lemme hear ya say it, sweetheart.”

Even though it was far from the first time he’d called you sweetheart, the implications now made your face burn even more. He made it sound dirty, and you had to take a breath before speaking. “Show me.” Your voice barely came out as a whisper; any louder and you feared it would crack.

You let out a startled noise when he pulled you close to him using the hand on your calf, the action effortless; you’d forgotten how unnaturally strong he was. You were now laying down fully on the couch, hair splayed out around you. He moved between your legs, hands now braced on either side of your head as he leaned above you. His face hovered a few inches from yours, and you could feel his breath as he spoke. “You gotta let me know if ya don’t like somethin’, deal?”

“Deal.”

You shivered when you felt him caress your cheek, a surprisingly gentle gesture from the rough man you knew. He smiled at your body’s response to him. “Finally,” he muttered out, but you didn’t get a chance to ask for further elaboration before his lips were on yours.

Unlike his touch, they weren’t gentle, almost bruisingly strong against yours. You groaned, and you could feel him smirk. The hand that had been touching your face settled, grasping the side of your face in a warm, gloved palm. The other hand remained braced by your head, keeping him upright. You found yourself latching your own around his wrist, the other grabbing a handful of his shirt, trying to find some way to keep you grounded.

Kissing felt even better than you’d imagined it would. You didn’t think it would be so enjoyable, feel so good, so right. It was like his lips were made to slot perfectly against yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could taste cherry pie filling the both of you had eaten. You jolted when you felt teeth tug at your bottom lip, a droplet of pain in the sea of pleasure, and your grip tightened even more, threatening to tear the clothing. You didn’t think he would mind.

Energy pulsed through your body, and you found yourself unconsciously beginning to move, your hips moving in small circles. A familiar tension began to form in your lower body, something you felt during your late night thoughts of The Ghoul. Even though it was only just forming, you’d never felt it this intensely before, and you were desperate for some kind of relief.

An amused chuckle left him, pulling away slightly to do so. You almost whined at the loss of contact, and you attempted to pull him back down with the hand that currently had a fistfull of his clothing, but he didn’t budge. “Eager?” It was a rhetorical question, but you found yourself nodding anyway.

“Please.” What you were asking for, you weren’t quite sure. Your words trailed off into a sigh when you felt his lips return, this time along your jaw by your ear. He left your cheek, running down the front of your body tantalizingly slow.

“Where’s these manners comin’ from?” It sounded like his voice had turned raspier, and it elicited a shiver from your body, his lips still pressed close to your ear. “If this was all it took for ya to start actin’ all proper, then I would’ve done this weeks ago,” he teased, and his fingers ran underneath your breasts.

Maybe it was his lips on your skin, or the way he pressed his body into yours, or the way he touched you, but you lost control of the words tumbling from your mouth. “I would’ve let you,” you admitted, and even though it was quiet you heard his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” His voice had somehow gotten even raspier, and he groaned when you nodded. “Fuck, sweetheart,” his teeth nipped at your earlobe before moving further down your neck. You no longer felt his lips; instead you felt tongue and teeth leaving marks, growing more fervent as he descended.

You let go of his shirt, your fingers popping uncomfortably, yet you paid it no mind. You rested your hand on the back of his head instead, almost immediately pulling it away, unsure if he wanted to be touched or not. But you felt him gently grab your wrist, bringing your hand back to where it had once been, making an approving noise when your fingers made contact.

When he reached the strap of your shoulder armor, you felt him immediately get to work at losing the strap, and you sighed in relief when fresh air hit the newly exposed skin. He tossed it to the side somewhere, and it didn’t take long for your chestpiece to join it. The only thing left on the top half of your body was your bra and tank top, yet you felt completely naked, both because of the lack of armor and the way his eyes bore into your body.

His eyes trailed over the top of your chest, which was rising and falling rapidly, greedily taking in the swell of your breasts. You gasped when he took them in his hands, kneading and toying with the tender flesh. Even through the thick material of his gloves and your clothing, you could still feel his heat. But you wanted to feel him closer. You wanted to feel his bare hands on your body.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you were tearing off your tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. You arched your back, your chest pressing further into his touch, and he groaned. Reaching behind, you had enough confidence to unlatch your bra and remove it, but not enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were burning, a flush creeping down your neck.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” you heard him mutter, and his praise gave you enough confidence to finally return your gaze to his, expecting them to be locked on your chest. And they were, at least until he felt your eyes on him. His pupils were blown out, irises gone, and the almost predatory smirk on his face made you look away again, the tension in your body growing.

“Take them off,” you whispered when his touch returned. His movement stilled, much to your dismay. “Your gloves,” you pleaded. “Take them off.”

When he didn’t respond, you forced your attention away from the ceiling, breath catching when you looked into his eyes. “And here I was praisin’ your manners,” he rebuked, and even through the lust in his eyes you could see a playful glint. “C’mon, you can do better than that.”

“Please take your gloves off,” you responded immediately, not caring if you sounded desperate. “I wanna feel your hands on me, please.”

“Much better,” he practically purred, and you watched him bring a hand up to his own mouth, tugging the glove off his hand with his teeth and letting it fall, landing on your body. It almost felt wrong to see his hands without gloves on them; it felt like he was more undressed than you.

He wasted no time in returning his now bare touch to your breasts, and it felt better than you thought it would. Fingers dexterously toyed with your now perked nipples, pulling little noises from you. You never thought it would be enjoyable to have someone playing with your breasts like this, but you were happily proven wrong.

It was when his mouth joined the fray that your noises turned louder, his lips wrapping around your other nipple. When his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, your hips bucked right against his, and you felt him groan against your chest. Wanting to hear that noise again, you repeated the action, and your ears were blessed once again.

But your victory was short lived, and the hand that had been by your head the entire time finally moved, pressing your hips down into the couch. “Behave,” you heard him growl, not halting his attention towards your chest. But you did see his eyes flick up, making it look like he was glaring at you, and you found your mouth going dry. You nodded, not finding it in yourself to go against him just yet, to see how far you could push him. You hoped there would be a next time.

He continued to lavish your chest for a few more moments, swapping his hand and mouth, continuously building up that tension in your core. You fought against the desire to move your hips, his “threat” still ringing in your ears. Your hand was still resting on the back of his head, trying and failing to keep your nails from digging into his scalp. A particularly hard suck had them biting in deep, but any apology you had died on your lips at the sinful moan he let out, followed by a string of expletives. You took a mental note to do that again later.

With a pop, he removed his mouth from your chest, and he let you pull him up into a searing kiss. His hand sneaked down between your bodies, which you only realized when you felt his fingers run beneath the waistband of your jeans and underwear.

He pulled away, sitting back on his heels, and you weren’t quite sure who was panting heavier. You immediately missed the feel of his body over yours, the comforting weight of him, and you couldn’t help the small pout that formed on your lips as you tried and failed to pull him back down again. “Please,” you whispered, hoping that your words would convince him. And you could tell they almost worked, his jaw clenching as he grit his teeth.

But he didn’t relent. Instead, you watched as he began to slowly unclip your gunbult, your armor, your kneepads. Every bit of protection against the Wasteland stripped from you, joining the pile on the floor, leaving you only in your clothes. It was freeing, yet a bit nerve wracking, your chest continuing to rise and fall rapidly.

You tried to lean down to help with your boots, but he swatted your hands away, silencing any rebuttal with a look. It took a few moments, but he eventually was able to remove your boots and socks, but you barely heard the sound of them hitting the floor over the loud heartbeat in your ears. He practically ripped off your pants, his patience becoming thin because of the boots, but you were just grateful he didn’t actually ripped them. Good clothing was hard to come by.

His gaze was locked onto your lower body as he eased off your underwear, the final article of clothing on your body joining the rest. You were almost glad to be rid of them; they were cold and uncomfortable, and damp, for some reason. But it didn’t seem to put off The Ghoul. In fact, it seemed to please him immensely, an almost proud grin on his lips.

You quickly grew embarrassed under his ravenous gaze, his eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You tried to close your legs, or at least tuck them to your chest to try and cover you, but he was having none of it. Two hands, one gloved and one not, wrapped around your ankles, pulling them back down and out. “None of that. Lemme see ya.”

Swallowing, you relaxed, at least as well as you could. It became easier when you saw how much he was loving your body. His eyes jumped around, like he was trying to memorize every detail of you. “Like I said. Fuckin’. Perfect.” You weren’t expecting the sheer honesty in his voice.

The hands on your ankles began to slowly trail up, making goosebumps appear on your skin. It was like your skin was a million times more sensitive when someone else was touching you. You got lost in his touch, your eyes fluttering close, simply enjoying the feel of another person.

They shot open when his touch suddenly left, and you gaped at him, confused. You watched him adjust so that he was now sitting normally on the couch, resting against the back of it.

You understood, though, when he patted his legs, wanting you on his lap. With shaky movements, you complied, but were once again confused when he stopped you, hand resting on your shoulder. Wordlessly, he turned you so that your back was to him, and you let out a startled noise when he roughly pulled you onto his lap, his still clothed chest pressing into your bare shoulders.

Moving the hair from your neck, you felt his lips return their ministration on your neck, and your head rolled back, giving him more access. Both hands were on your body, ungloved one returning to your breasts, the other skating down the side of your body. You gasped when it began to inch towards your center, and you felt him chuckle. “So sensitive,” he commented almost absentmindedly.

You felt him grip your thigh, spreading your legs even farther so that they went around his own, now using his knees to keep your legs open. It left you completely exposed and at his mercy, but you felt comfortable, safe even. Relaxing fully against his chest, your head now rests on his shoulder, and if you strained enough you were able to look at him. It was clear by the expression on his face that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more.

He reached his hands around your body, and began to pull the glove off his other hand. You stopped him with a gentle grasp of his wrist, tugging his hand to your mouth. Just like he did, you took the material between your teeth, and he was able to free his hand with a tug. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Think ya can do one for thing for me?”

“Anything,” you responded, and you felt two of his fingers, the middle and ring, trace your bottom lip.

“Anythin’?” You nodded, not caring what that might imply. “Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind. But first,” those fingers tugged at your lip, “get those nice and wet for me.”

Even though you weren’t quite sure what you were doing, you parted your lips anyway, taking the digits into your wet mouth. Slowly, you began to bob your head up and down, running your tongue along the textured skin, barely tasting the saltiness of it. Whatever you were doing seemed to please him, because you felt his chest rumble with a groan.

Before you could build a rhythm, he pulled them out with a pop, and they glistened in the low light. He didn’t give you much time to observe them, though, because before you could process he was running them through your folds. The sudden touch in your most sensitive area made you try and shut your legs, but his knees made it impossible.

His chest rumbled with a light laugh, and you were confused as to what could possibly be amusing him. “Guess that wasn’t necessary; you’re already so damn wet for me.” You detected another hint of pride, this time in his voice.

Another swipe had you moaning, but then you felt his fingers locate something between your legs that made you cry out, your legs jerking involuntarily. “There we go,” he rumbled, and he focused his attention on that area, fingers pressing firm and slow circles into it. You weren’t quite sure what he was doing, but it felt incredible, the tension that had slowly begun to rescind returning.

You tried to tell him, but it came out as a garbled moan instead. “Feel good?” It was another rhetorical question, and you yet again nodded, and you watched his lips quirk up.

“Ghoul…” you moaned out, one of your hands reaching behind to hold the back of his head, needing something to hold onto as he continued to pleasure you.

For the first time since you’d met him, something like self-consciousness flicked across his face, gone as soon as it came. “That ain’t my name, sweetheart. C’mon, lemme hear ya say it,” he almost sounded desperate as he talked.

It took a moment for your lust-addled brain to remember what he had told you earlier in the night. “Cooper…” you sighed out, and he bit back his own moan, and you felt his hips jump the tiniest bit.

“And I thought I liked hearing ya say my name, but fuck, I like hearin’ ya moan it a hundred times more.” You realized that when you had seen something shift in his eyes when you first said his name was disdain, it was actually the opposite. That realization had you smiling, and you managed to pull him down into a messy kiss, the angle too weird to allow a proper meeting of your lips.

But it wouldn’t have lasted long anyways, another few moments of his fingers making you cry out again, that tension beginning to become unbearable, like it was just on the precipice of snapping. “Cooper.” It came out as a moan, but with a hint of confusion and worry behind it, unsure of what was happening with your body.

“You close?”

“Close?” You had enough focus left to be confused, and even though his fingers didn’t yield, you felt the rest of him go still.

“You’ve never… oh, fuck,” his voice turned husky, almost like a growl, “am I gonna make you come for the first time?” He sounded elated. It just created more questions, but another swirl of his fingers made all thoughts go out the window.

You fidgeted and squirmed, trying to escape the onslaught of things you were feeling. “Relax. I promise ya, this’ll feel good.” And because you trusted him, foolishly or not, you did relax, no longer fighting against him. It felt like you were a dam that was about to burst, and you barely registered that your nails were digging back into his scalp until you heard one of those delicious moans escape his lips.

That sound triggered something in you, and all at once that tension snapped, exploding like something that was pulled too tight. Pleasure ignited your body, making it feel as light as a feather. Every nerve in your body was humming, and you swore you blacked out for a moment.

His voice, gruff yet a bit concerned, brought you back to your body. “Breathe,” you heard him say, and you realized the dizziness you were feeling wasn’t just because of the mind-shattering pleasure you’d just felt, but you indeed had stopped breathing. Inhaling shakily, you felt some of that dizziness leaving now that oxygen had returned to your lungs.

An uncomfortable jolt had you glancing down between your legs, where he continued to pull every last bit of pleasure from your body. “S’too much,” you managed to slur out, your voice quite hoarse. He halted, thankfully, resting his hand on your thigh, still close enough to your center that you could feel the heat from his hands.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He sounded mildly amused, and if your muscles weren’t currently jelly you would’ve hit him.

“I… what did…” you said between gasping breaths, trying to get your heart rate back down.

“You just came. Rather loudly, at that,” he teased, and your incredibly hoarse voice made sense now. You were suddenly very glad that you were in the middle of nowhere.

Turning so that you were able to face him better, you felt the material of his pants rub against your bare legs, which wouldn’t have been too weird if it weren’t for the fact they were wet, borderline soaked. The hand that had just been resting on your thigh was brought into view, just as soaked as his pants, and you watched as he examined his hand, almost transfixed. “And messily,” he added, and you felt your cheeks burn even more than they already were.

You opened your mouth, ready to apologize, but nothing but an airy noise left you as you watched his tongue run from up from his wrist to his fingers. A pleased hum left him, his eyes never once leaving your own as he continued to clean his hand, like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, even better than the desert you had shared. There was a stir in your gut at the action, what you now assumed to be arousal coming to life as you continued to watch him.

When he caught you staring, his lips twisted into one of those smirks that made your stomach flip. Turning fully in his lap so you were now straddling him, you tugged his wrist far enough away so that you could kiss him. You groaned when his tongue swept between your parted lips, his slightly damp hand holding the side of your face gently.

With shaky fingers, you began to try and unbutton his shirt. You didn’t get far before he was suddenly standing, and even though he had an arm tucked beneath your thighs, you still clung on to him, legs and arms wrapping around him tightly. Not once did he remove his lips, even when he bumped into a few things on the way to the bed. It was like all that mattered was you and the way you felt.

The bed, which was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, squeaked obnoxiously when he lowered you onto it, but neither of you paid attention to it. And it wasn’t like you had to worry about anyone else hearing. Like on the couch, he hovered over your body, arms braced on either side of you. His lips were back on your neck, giving you a few moments to take heaving breaths of air.

For once during the entire night, you knew what was about to happen next, but even though you could feel anxiety threaten to grip your mind, you managed to shove it off. It was easier when you focused your attention on the man in your arms. His continued attention was nice, but you wanted, needed more. “Cooper, please…” you trailed off, hoping he got what you were asking for.

And you know he did, because you felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin of your neck, and he lifted his head up. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so care-free, and the sight had your heart swelling, a small gasp leaving you as well. He looked good like this, and a part of you craved to see it for days to come.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite hear what ya said.” For a moment, you retracted your previous stance, embarrassment making your ears burn. You either wanted to kiss or slap that shit-eating smirk off his face when he noticed how bashful you’d grown. “I’ll give ya whatever you want. All ya gotta do is ask.”

Your pride and embarrassment were at war with your desire, but a winner was quickly decided. “Please, I need you, Cooper.”

Apparently that wasn’t good enough, because he didn’t move. “You need me to…?” You groaned in frustration, and you tried to get him to just forget it with a roll of your hips, trying to make him break. It seemed to almost work, but you felt him press down firmly on your hips, pinning you to the bed. “That ain’t gonna help ya. Use your words.”

You sighed, finally relenting. “Fuck me, please,” you whispered out, and it finally seemed to do the trick.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Go ‘head and roll over for me.”

As much as you wanted to be able to see him clearly, excitement had you turning over anyway, now on your hands and knees. The position was revealing and it almost felt degrading, but yet again you felt at ease, anticipation making your heart beat fast. Turning your head, you were able to see him a bit, and a moan slipped from your lips when you heard the sound of his belt being undone, the sound of a zipper following suit. This was really happening.

One of his hands gripped your hips, and you felt his still clothed legs pressed up against the back of your own. His cock, warm and solid, pressed into your entrance, a low groan pulled from your lips when he breached it. It was only the tiniest bit painful, not as bad as you initially believed it would be, like a muscle being stretched, which was earlier overshadowed by the pleasure it brought. He let out a groan of his own, the fingers on your hips digging in harshly.

Inch by inch, you felt him press himself fully into you, both of you letting out similar sighs when he was fully sheathed. Cold metal bit into your skin when his hips were flush with yours, the buckle of his belt no doubt going to leave imprints on your skin. He stilled once he was fully in you, giving you a chance to get adjusted to him, which you were grateful for. You could tell that it was taking every ounce of restraint in his body to just sit there, though, and it only took a few moments until you felt like you were ready for him to move.

All it took was you wiggling your hips for him to get the message, something like a sigh of relief leaving his lips. Slowly, he pulled out of you, fingers never once letting go of their grip. The sensation made you moan, and you could feel him everywhere, hitting all the right spots as he pulled out.

You grasped at the barely-together bedsheets, probably creating new holes in the fabric. It was less uncomfortable when he pushed back a second time, and you felt your head go limp between your arms, his name falling from your lips. He started creating a rhythm, hips beginning to pick up the pace. His hips snapped into yours, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

You could do nothing but take it, pleasure making you lose control of your body. Your cries were becoming increasingly louder, that familiar tension returning, and you tried to bury your face in the mattress.

That was until you felt him grab a fistfull of your hair, yanking your head back up. It hurt, but it felt wonderful, and you felt yourself tense, a wanton moan louder than anything previous escaping you. “Fuck, ya like it rough?” His pace quickened, his cock spearing you relentlessly. It filled something in you that you didn’t quite know you needed, a craving satiated that you didn’t know you had. But now that you had it, you needed more of it.

You nodded, at least as best you could, the grip in your hair keeping your head still. It took you too long to realize that he was using the leverage from his grip in your hair to pound into you. “D’ya know how fuckin’ incredible ya feel?” He panted. “This cunt was made for me. For me to ruin.”

“Cooper,” you cried out, and he groaned in appreciation.

“Fuck, that’s right. Who’s fuckin’ ya this good? Who’s ruinin’ ya for any other?”

You certainly weren’t expecting him to be this vocal, but you were far from complaining. His voice, which normally electrified you, was driving you insane, the tension building up tenfold. You tried to say his name again, but it came out incoherent. “Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed before laughing lightly.

You were so close to your release again, and you could feel moisture run down your thighs, but you had little mind to be embarrassed now. “Cooper,” you were able to sigh out. “I’m… I’m close.”

His grip turned vice like, and you’re sure your neck would be hurting later because of the angle, but you didn’t care. “Let go. C’mon, lemme feel ya cum on my cock.” His words left no room for debate, so who were you to go against his orders? After a few more thrusts, you felt that tension snap again, pleasure once again washing over your body, making your arms turn to jelly. Panting, you collapsed on your arms, face squished against the mattress, the sound of slick skin on skin the only thing you could make out.

You didn’t stay down for long. Both hands wrapped around your front, pulling you flush against his body. He continued to thrust into you, and you felt another release begin to build, but it was too much. You made a sound of protest, something like you couldn’t come again, but he shushed you with kisses on your cheeks, which were damp with tears and sweat. “Just one more, sweetheart. You can do it.”

Nodding shakily, you felt his continue to fuck you, one arm wrapping around your stomach, the other holding right above your breasts. A startled noise left you when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, survival instinct kicking in immediately. With wide eyes, you twisted out of his grasp on your throat, panic evident on your face.

He had let go as soon as he heard any sound of protest, but he still lingered close by. “You trust me?” He asked, somehow still able to form a coherent sentence.

Your answer came immediately; you trusted him with your life. Why else would you travel the Wasteland with him? You nodded, a soft yes leaving you as you did. He pressed another grateful kiss to your cheek, a wordless thank you, and you felt his hand return to where it was. You still tensed when you felt his grip return, unable to turn off the instinct to be free of someone choking you, but you provided no further protest.

Fingers squeezed against the sides of your neck, and like with your hair he used the leverage to snap his hips up into you. Even though it was harder, you were still able to breathe, your gasps and noises labored. Yet you still found yourself growing dizzy, the restricted blood flow making you so, which just heightened the pleasure you felt.

Your third and final release of the night barreled into you, completely catching you both off guard. Your mind was so fuzzy; you couldn’t even get his name out. You were quickly snapped out of that haze when you heard him moan your name. Not sweetheart, not Vaultie, not any other nickname. Your name.

He eased you to the bed, hand leaving your neck, and you let out a small whine when you felt him pull out of you. You felt empty, lacking, and even though you knew it would upset your overstimulated body you wanted him back in you.

You had just rolled onto your back when you felt something hot splatter against your skin. You watched slack-jawed as he stroked himself to completion, his release painting your skin. The sight caused the flames of arousal to reignite, but you tried your best to snuff them out; you needed a moment.

He sagged forward when he was done, arms once again bracing him from completely falling on top of you. Silence now filled the air, which was significantly warmer than it was a bit ago. It was you who moved first, grasping the side of his scarred face and pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It was short, but probably the most passionate of the night.

When it broke, he sat up, getting up and off the bed and towards his belongings. You let out a noise of protest, and he just shot you a teasing look. “I’ll be back in a sec. We gotta get ya cleaned up,” he gestured to the remnants of him on your skin, and you watched as he fished out a canteen, before searching the area for something else.

You decided to glance over your body as you waited for him to return. Your skin glistened with sweat, and you could see various marks littering your body; you didn’t want to know what your neck looked like, where he focused a lot of his attention.

The feeling of the bed shifting snapped you out of your examination, and you regarded the man who sat beside you with a soft look, and you were surprised when he returned it. It quickly turned into a scowl when you felt a damp cloth brush against your stomach and breasts, the cool water making you hiss.

When he was done cleaning your skin, he handed you the canteen, and you took a few sips. You’d long since gotten used to the acrid taste of the Wasteland’s water, so it didn’t bother you, and you watched him finally kick off his boot. He was still fully dressed besides that, shirt sticking to his body.He set it beside the bed once you finished, before eying the bed that you were currently laying on.

“What?” You cringed at how raspy your voice sounded.

“Just dunno how I’m gonna fit.” In the back of your mind, you worried that he was going to push you away after all was said and done, so you were quite relieved to find the opposite happening.

With a grin, you scooted back until your head rested against the thin pillow, before opening your arms to him. Shock crossed his features for a split second, before a grin of his own grew on his lips. He was still hesitant when he entered your embrace, but he relaxed almost immediately, especially when your hands ran soothingly up and down his back. When you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, he practically shuddered, his face nuzzling into your skin. You wondered how long it had been since someone showed him affection like this.

You held him for a good while, your body calming down, and you thought over the events that had just transpired. Weirdly enough, you thought less about the things he had done and more of the words he said, especially right at the beginning. “Cooper?” You called out hesitantly, almost immediately regretting it. “Do… Can I call you that?”

He had raised his head when he heard his name being called, and you watched him debate it for a second. “Only in private. I’ve gotta reputation to uphold.” His response was gruff, but there was something warm in his eyes.

It made you giddy, that he trusted you enough to call him by his true name, and you hoped you weren’t smiling like a fool. “Alright, Cooper. What did you mean when you said ‘finally’?”

He chuckled lightly, propping up a big so he could respond properly. “What, ya thought this was a spur of the moment decision?” He shook his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted this for a while.”

You gaped at him, stunned. “You… you have?”

“How could I not? I mean, look at’cha,” his eyes trailed appreciatively over your still naked body. “But you’ve got a fire ‘bout ya. You ain’t afraid of this world, even though you damn well should be. You ain’t afraid of me, even though I’ve given ya plenty of reason to be. You’re a fighter, and I… I admire that ‘bout you. I-” He caught himself, like he said something he wasn't supposed to. “I’m too sober to be discussin’ my thoughts with ya. All ya gotta know is yes, I have.”

You were once again left stunned, so you let your action speak for you, pressing another kiss to his head, trying to ignore the way your heart soared. You felt him shift upwards, and he kissed your proper. It was another short yet passionate kiss, and when he broke away he rested his head against yours.

“You wanna know somethin’, sweetheart?” His voice had dropped lower, and that familiar dark look was back in his eyes. So much for snuffing out the arousal you felt. He smirked when you nodded vehemently. “You wanna know the real reason why I always take first watch when we go to bed?” You felt his grasp one of your hands, loosely enough that you could pull it away if you wanted to, and he brought it between your bodies. You gasped when you felt the hard tent in his pants, having tucked himself away when he got up, but you knew it wasn’t going to stay like that for long.

“It’s ‘cause you do this to me. You should hear me out there, moanin’ your name like I do, imaginin’ your hand wrapped ‘round my cock instead of mine.”

Your tiredness was completely forgotten, the pleasant ache in your muscles nothing more than a gentle distraction. “Can you show me?”

“Fuckin’ gladly, sweeheart.”

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Bad friends // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: Some conflicts with a person you thought was your friend brings you health problems, but your boyfriend Chris is there for you.

WARNINGS: False friends, health problems, bad friends, among others.

WORDS: 3.1 K

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) MASTERLIST!!

The days for you were being really shit, you haven't been feeling well lately. Your mind was so clouded, Your mood sucked and your body was reflecting your mood.

Your lazy body gets up taking the clothes of the day. You pass your head through the gaps in the garment and slide it over your torso.

You look in the mirror, You feel lighter, you even look thinner. Lately you didn't have the crazy appetite you used to have.

You pass your legs through the pants and adjust them to your waist, You put on your shoes to finally enter the bathroom to clean yourself.

"Good morning Sweet" Your mother wishes you when you sit down to eat the breakfast she prepared. "There I have left you some vanilla cookies, I'm sorry, your father hasn't been paid his salary yet and we don't have money to buy groceries."

Your mother explained sadly, breakfast consisted of a cup of tea and those vanilla cookies. He nods silently and begins to drink from the cup.

Your mother kept chattering about the different things she had to do during the day, while getting ready.

You feel a feeling of disgust in your mouth, The saliva begins to accumulate and your vision began to be seen in slow motion, little by little dark edges were visible.

"Mom..." The words come awkwardly from your lips.

"That?" your mother responds still getting ready from the other room.

"I think I feel... Bad..."

You try to stand up to go to the bathroom, Your mother came out of the room to see you when your body collapsed, Your mother ran to your fainted body and took you to your room.

Your mother quickly went in search of the machine she uses to take blood pressure, scared of your state. You had no pressure, The machine could not take it.

"It would be better if you don't attend your class today, I'll talk to them later."

It happened like that, you stayed in bed in the morning, your mother asked you to have breakfast anyway, that you couldn't improve if you didn't. So you accepted breakfast, Meanwhile your mother would go shopping to prepare a good lunch for you.

"Do you think you can stay alone for an hour?" your mother asks you worried.

"Can" cup drinks. "Don't worry mom, I won't try anything."

"Even so, If you feel bad, don't get up, you can throw up here and I'll clean it up." He points to the floor of your room. "I will try to return as soon as possible."

He nods and she leaves, you continue with your breakfast, following your mother's instructions about drinking slowly and eating cookies slowly.

Your slow breakfast is interrupted by notifications hitting your cell phone, you had text messages from your best friend, asking about your absence. On the other hand you had messages from Chris, you decide to respond to him first.

After answering the texts, You finish breakfast and rest a little until your mother arrives.

The rest of the days continue the same, the mornings during breakfast were impossible, you fainted, you would end up in bed and then it would get better by the afternoon.

"Are you ok?" Chris asks you as he kills your hand.

They were on their way to the local hospital, Your mother was driving with you. While Chris rides next to you in the back.

"Yes, I'm nervous... "

"He is afraid of having blood drawn." Your mother speaks and you nod.

"They have never done it to me and I don't want them to do it."

"They will do it to find out why the hell you faint at breakfast."

You could feel your mother's penetrating gaze as she saw you in the rearview mirror.

"Right now I haven't fainted."

You snort in discomfort looking through the window. Chris takes up the conversation again.

"That's because you haven't had breakfast.."

A week later they gave you the results of the analysis you had done, you had anemia. The cure was that you have a good diet and your obligatory daily meals, They have asked you questions about whether you felt uncomfortable in any way with your physique or similarities.

Which you denied, You understand that they were trying to know if you are going through an eating disorder.

"I just have no appetite."

They later confirmed that your anemia is caused by emotional stress. They have asked about your sentimental situation.

"I have my boyfriend, We have been dating for six months together and no, We don't have any difficulties in the relationship."

They were trying to find the culprit, but that of course wouldn't be Chris.

They finally sent you home, Your mother and Chris made sure you made all your meals without exception.

Chris would spend the night with you that day, you knew he wouldn't want to leave, You on the other hand felt very sensitive so you needed him too.

"Is there something going on that I don't know about?" your boyfriend asked as he hugged you.

"huh, there are not many relevant things."

"Tell me."

"I have recently had discussions with Anna" Anna was one of your friends, It wasn't new that you had problems with her, because normally someone always had problems with her. "We haven't spoken for... Weeks maybe."

"Because? "

"She was just mad at me for not going to that stupid meeting that day."

"Oh really? But if you canceled because you were in a bad mood, I remember that that day you had an argument with your father."

You had canceled the meeting you had with Anna and your friends, because that same afternoon you had a big fight with your father and you didn't feel like leaving the house.

Your friend Anna was very offended that you canceled at the last minute, Then an argument broke out in the middle of the group chat, exchange of insults and strong words.

Since that day she hasn't spoken to you., You recognize that you haven't done it either.

"Honestly I haven't had the will to want to solve it, I'm just tired of being the one who always asks to talk things over. I think she is also mature enough to come and chat with me if she wants to fix things."

"Do you think he doesn't want to fix anything?"

You raise your shoulders in response. The next week you were slowly improving, At least you could attend classes, your best friend Tomi welcomed you excitedly.

"Your presence was missing here, By the way, many have asked about you."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, You were not of great relevance to the class, so of course that takes you by surprise.

"Anna asked me how you were feeling."

"I have not changed my phone number, If you need to know anything about me you can write to me."

"We've talked, she wants to fix things with you, He plans to talk to you next wee."

"I mean I have to wait another week for her to want to talk to me, I'm not good at these things."

"I think it would be good for you to chat."

"Right now I don't feel like it."

It seems that your words were worth little to your best friend at that moment, because when class ended and they were both walking together back to their homes, He takes you to Anna so they can talk.

They talked about the misunderstanding and you explained your point of view and she told hers.

"I had an argument with my father that day, I wasn't in the mood and that's why I canceled."

"I'm mad at you for canceling at the last minute. because I really wanted to go out and if you don't go, automatically everyone in the group cancels as well. It's like you turn into a capricious girl and everyone does what you want when you want.."

"I understand."

You understood that she wasn't apologizing, but even if you let it pass, They haven't touched on the topic of your health.

Still it was good, They had reintegrated the link a little.

That same day you were in your room with your boyfriend Chris, He was studying for his driving test.

"I know you will make it."

"I hope so" You sit next to him and he closes his notebook to look at you.. "So everything solved with Anna? That's good."

You nod and he leaves a kiss on your forehead, You had told him about the situation with your friend while he was reviewing his notes.

You were sure he would manage to take his license.

"Anyway she's very defensive, at least that's how I feel."

"I don't understand, it's like she looks for this kind of problems."

You nod, agreeing with your boyfriend, You had dinner together and then Chris leaves your house to go to his.

The next few weeks were good, your group of friends had been restored, and they no longer isolated Anna and they all enjoyed school together.

Your diet was slowly improving, You still had dizziness and some small disgust with certain foods. Still you didn't faint.

It seemed that everything was splendid, That morning Chris had his final exam to obtain his license so you were attentive to his chat, to keep you informed.

But then a hand slams your phone, making it hit the ground, you take it quickly confused.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You ask annoyingly towards your friend Anna, who is standing right in front of you with a bad face.

"I thought you were my friend, but you are making advances to my boyfriend, I seriously can't believe it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't act stupid, I have seen that my boyfriend has you in his close friends."

"I don't have your boyfriend on Instagram, Besides, I don't know him and you've talked shit about him since they've been dating, Do you really think I would be with a trash like him? I don't know him and I hate him for all the harm he did to you.

"You should have told me that he had you added."

"I don't follow it, I'm not interested in him Just block it from my account. Even so, Why does he have me added? Shouldn't you blame him for his actions?"

"you are a slut, I have spoken with him, that's why I'm talking to you."

"You're saying that you've talked to him and you've believed him, I'm your fucking friend Anna. Are you crazy? I'm dating Chris, I have no fucking interest in your fucking boyfriend."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Right now you can't prove me otherwise."

"I don't want to be your damn friend anymore, I'm not going to be friends with a boyfriend-stealing bitch. You're a whore."

You felt like shit, again the stress hit your body, you had lost a friend with whom you spent thousands of moments together, nights, days, early mornings. You had lost everything due to a misunderstanding.

You text a quick message in your boyfriend's chat, but the messages were not sent, lock yourself in the bathroom to cry. You really felt very bad, You didn't want the friendship they had to end.

You spent the rest of class in the bathroom, You leave at a hurried pace, ignoring everyone in your path, the calls of your name or the voices of your friends, to absolutely everyone ignorant.

But then the noise of a car catches your attention, Chris was driving a dark gray car. He had a big smile on his lips, He brakes the car and leans over to open the passenger door.

"Get in the car!"

You look back and your friends were walking in your direction, still shouting your name and making signs with their hands to get your attention. but again you ignore them and get in the car.

"How do you feel? Now you have your boyfriend on license" He shows you his license proudly and you smile widely.

"Congratulations, I knew you would make it. Finally you can use this car."

The car was an impulse purchase that your boyfriend had, Since then he has been improving to obtain his license, so you knew very well what this meant to him.

"Something happened? you are depressed."

"I have argued with Anna..."

"Again? It already has me tired, Don't you have another target to attack?"

"He accused me of stealing boyfriends."

Chris lets out a big laugh as he drives.

"She's a lying bitch, I really just wanted to stop being your friend and I'm looking for the dumbest excuse of all to do it." Chris's words made sense, there would be no other reason. "You don't even know her boyfriend, I mean, even if you knew him What kind of friend does he take you for? They are supposed to be friends, you will never surpass them with their partner."

"And you forget something, I am very happy with my boyfriend, I don't have eyes for anyone else."

Chris shows a big smile when he hears your words, He loved it when you made those kinds of comments about him. He felt so loved.

"I know, I don't want you to try to talk to her again, that I forgot about you. He doesn't deserve you."

You nod at your boyfriend's words, He had never forbidden you from getting close to anyone, but you understood that he didn't want you to be hurt

When they arrive at your house, Chris parks the car and takes off his seat belt. you imitate him. Your eyes burned from holding back the tears, but a rebellious tear escapes and Chris notices.

"Ma, Do not be like that, It hurts me to see you this way. You have to understand she is not good for you, does not value your friendship and how unconditional you have been, I still remember that day when we were about to go to the movie screening and you went to see her at her house because she had argued with her boyfriend." You're surprised Chris remembered that. "You are an excellent friend, You always put your friends first and defend them from everything unconditionally, but I think some abuse that... That annoys me."

"It's just that she is my friend Chris, it was my pair."

"I know, but she has made this decision. I think it's time for you to let go, It's not doing you good."

School was over and at the graduation party you met Anna, she was alone with her father, Apparently she broke up with her boyfriend.

Would you have liked to accompany her during that process, because you knew how toxic the relationship your friend had with her boyfriend was, The best thing was that they will end. That reminded you of the words Chris told you about Anna with you.

Maybe Anna was a toxic friendship, almost as toxic as Anna's own relationship with her boyfriend.

Chris approaches you with a bouquet of flowers, You thank them for the gesture and they take a photo. Your mother and father also joined the photography, you could feel your former friend's heavy gaze on you.

They take the group photo and then Chris asks for one more photo with you, You nod and he gives you a kiss on the lips for the photograph.

"I will upload this to my Instagram."

You smile widely, then you look towards Anna and she still had her eyes on you. He had such a heavy energy.

"Ma" Chris speaks to you. "I want to give you this."

He takes off a red bracelet from his wrist to put it on your wrist.

"Nick said it was for negative energies, I'm not sure if that's true, but yes it is, I want you to use it."

"Thank you, she is very pretty."

The graduation ended without a problem, before they left you took a group photo with your group of friends. Of course without Anna's presence.

"You are tired?" Chris asks you as you both walk behind your parents towards your boyfriend's car.

"my feet burn" You point to the painful area.

"I think you deserve a massage from me today."

"Oh that would be great."

You hold your boyfriend's hand and give it a small squeeze to which he responds with another, You laugh and kiss his cheek.

But the moment is interrupted by the call of your name, You turn around recognizing that voice, it was Anna.

"We can talk?"

She had a long red dress, What a coincidence, you were also wearing a long red dress.

You let go of your boyfriend's hand and nod, ready to talk to Anna, but Chris grabs your hand again and stops you from getting closer to Anna.

"She has nothing to talk to you about."

"This is about her and me, we don't need third parties."

"Tell that to your fucking boyfriend" attacks without mincing words Chris, feign surprise. "Oh I'm sorry, I meant, your ex-boyfriend."

"Chris..."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to allow you to talk to her, she doesn't deserve it. She completely despised you and a friendship like the one she offers you is not healthy, You have been in poor health due to the stress you went through with their arguments. He hasn't even asked how you are and accuses you of fallacies, without sense."

You had never seen your boyfriend talk to someone that way before, he had so much contempt, so much hate, in your words.

"I hope that in a few years you mature and realize how bad your actions towards her were." points to you. "You are a bad friend and I hope that is clear to you, People like you don't deserve to have friends as good as my girlfriend was to you."

Having said that, You and Chris walked to the car without saying goodbye to Anna, The expression she had after Chris's words was neutral, like he really didn't care at all what Chris was telling him.

They got into the car with your parents, who were still talking about the night.

When they arrived at your house, They undress and lie comfortably on the bed.

"Thank you for taking care of me Chris."

"I didn't like to interfere, But she is a seriously bad person and I couldn't stand to see you bad again."

"I love you" You leave a kiss on his lips.

You were grateful to have Chris in everything, He had stayed out of everything until now, You suppose that he was already tired of seeing you bad, so you externally thanked him for his support at this time.

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Whiplash (4)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx @thicccurls @aznstoner

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Someone help her! Please!"

Everyone stops. They all stare at your unconscious body. Felix turns his head to look at you, blood pooling around your head. Hyunjin rushes towards you, gently placing his hands on your face as he tries to wake you up.

“You motherfucker!” Felix snaps, pushing a shocked San away from him. San stumbles back, his eyes wide as he stares at you, laying there in your own blood. Felix rushes to you, trying to help Hyunjin help you.

“Call 119! Now!” Felix yells. He watches as almost everyone scatters, all that's left is an unconscious you, Hyunjin, Felix, Chan and San. They don't know what to do. Should they stop the bleeding? Will they hurt you more if they do?

They vaguely heard Chan on the phone, requesting an ambulance urgently. He hangs up the phone and kneels beside Felix and Hyunjin.

“Listen to me right fucking now.” Chan snaps, looking at the men. He can hear the ambulance racing down the highway towards them. “When we're questioned about this and we will be, we were listening to music, hanging out. Things got hectic and Y/N got in-between you two and got shoved by San. That's it. That's the story. Don't fucking stray.” He finishes. San looks at Chan shocked. “Don't fucking look at me like that, you did this.” Chan snaps.

The ambulance pulls up, a police car following closely.

The paramedics rush to you, quickly assessing the situation to figure out the best way to care for you.

“What happened?” The police officer asks, looking judgingly at each man.

“We were just hanging out here, listening to music, and relaxing. These two got into an argument.” Chan explains, pointing to San and Felix. “They started pushing and Y/N tried to get into the middle of it and she got pushed down and hit her head.” He finishes. The cop stares at the four of them as you're loaded up into the ambulance.

“Can I go with her?” Felix asks.

“Me too?” Hyunjin also asks.

“Only a relative or loved one.” The cop tells them.

“We're both her.. uh, boyfriends.” Felix admits, gesturing between him and Hyunjin. The cop stares at him and Hyunjin before waving them off to go into the ambulance.

“You two are coming down to the station.” He says to Chan and San, motioning them to his car.

As the ambulance arrives at the hospital, you're rushed in and immediately seen by doctors who start checking you out. Felix and Hyunjin are forced to wait in the waiting room, with no answers. After hours, the doctor finally came out to speak with the both of them.

“She fell pretty hard, and did a good amount of damage to her skull. But there was no sign of swelling in her brain so far, which is good. She's still unconscious so we're not sure about her memory but it's important to remain positive.” He explains. Both men stand there, feeling like they can breathe, just a little easier but they wouldn't be okay until you woke up.

“Can we see her?” Hyunjin asks. The doctor nods, leading both of them to your room.

Hours later you open your eyes, your vision blurry for a few seconds as you continue to blink to clear them. You had wanted to rub your eyes but there was a weight on both your arms and you couldn't move. You glanced down to see the figures of a man on your left arm and one on your right. You knew who it was in an instant.

“Hi.” You croaked. Your throat was so dry. Both men sat up quickly, staring at you.

“Y/N!” Felix yells. “How do you feel? Do you need anything?” He asks.

“Water.” You whisper. Hyunjin stands up, grabbing you a cup of water as Felix goes to the door, yelling for a nurse or doctor.

A few minutes later you're being checked out by the doctor, he's asking you about your memories, what day and year it was and how much pain you were in.

“I feel okay.” You say. “My head hurts but I assume that's to be expected.” You laugh. Neither Felix or Hyunjin laugh with you. You could see the guilt and worry on their faces and it made you feel bad. You didn't blame either of them for what happened, and if you were going to blame someone it would have been San for being so upset that you caught him cheating.

“That's good to hear.” The doctor smiles as he checks your chart. “We're still going to keep you overnight, and maybe for an extra day or two for observation, you can drink water and eat ice chips but you cannot eat anything else. Just in case.” He says, nodding towards the two men and you before walking out of the room. You were about to say something when Hyunjin's phone began to ring.

“Hey Chan.” He answers. “Yeah, she's okay. They're keeping her for observation though.” He explains. “Okay. Now? Alright we'll be right there.” He finishes, hanging up the phone.

“You guys gotta go?” You ask. Hyunjin nods his head.

“But we'll be back before you know it.” Felix smiles. They both give you a kiss before leaving. You hated this, you hated being injured. The three of you were finally starting your relationship and you were feeling desperate for both of them but now you were stuck in a fucking hospital bed.

As you continued to daydream about those two your head started pounding, worse than it had been. You started to feel like you couldn't breathe, your body began panicking. You were grasping at your neck, hoping you could try and help yourself breathe. The alarms from the machines you were hooked up to started going off.

Three nurses rushed into your room as you started to choke on your saliva.

“Her pressure is dropping! She can't breathe!” one yells, ripping the blankets from your body. You can feel your eyes roll back into your head as your body begins to shake.

“She's seizing!” another one yells as they turn your body to the side. “Call the doctor! Her head is bleeding again!”

Minutes later, you stop seizing. They immediately roll your bed out of your room, rushing you to the OR. One nurse stayed back, calling the two men who loved you and had no idea what was happening.

Felix's phone starts to ring as Hyunjin drives to the clubhouse. “Hello?” He answers.

“Is this Lee Felix?” The voice asks.

“Yes? Who is this?” He asks.

“I'm one of Y/N’s nurses.” She begins. “Something has happened..”

“What!?” He yells. “What happened to her?”

Hyunjin looks at Felix, panic spreads across his face.

“Her pressure dropped, her head started bleeding again and she seized. She's in the OR now, they said she had a brain bleed. Her brain started swelling.” The nurse finishes.

“Fuck. Turn around!” Felix screams, looking at Hyunjin, who has stopped the car and is staring at Felix. “She's in the OR. She has a brain bleed. We have to go back!” Felix yells, looking at Hyunjin.

He takes a deep breath, thinking about what to do. “There's nothing we can do there.” Hyunjin says. “She'll be in surgery for hours. We’ll just be sitting there for hours not able to do anything. Let's just go do the drop and then we'll go back.” Hyunjin says, now stopping at a red-light.

“Fuck this.” Felix yells. “She has no one there. She needs us, if you wanna do the drop, go for it. I'm going back to the hospital.” He finishes, getting out of the car, taking off towards the hospital.

Felix runs.

He runs as fast as his feet will take him towards the hospital, he just can't seem to get there fast enough. He can't breathe. He stops, hunched over with his hands on his legs as he tries to catch his breath, before going to sprint again. He feels so guilty that it's making him nauseous. He shouldn't have left you, he should have been by your side no matter what. As he stands up, he hears tires screeching from behind him. He looks over, seeing Hyunjin, waving for him to get in.

Felix gets in the car and Hyunjin peels off, towards the hospital. “I told Chan what was going on and that we couldn't do it.” He tells Felix. “I feel helpless. It's our fault and I don't know if I can face her man. We were supposed to protect her and we didn't and now look at her. We shouldn't have let her come.” He says, his voice quivering as he tries to hold back tears.

“This was San's fault. Not ours. We couldn't have known this is what was going to happen. You know Y/N, when has she ever listened when told no?” Felix chuckles. “And believe me, as for San, he'll get what's fucking coming to him. But for now, we need to be there for Y/N.” Felix says, thinking of all the ways he can fuck San up. If you don't make it, things are going to end up being much worse for him.

Both men sit in the waiting room of the hospital, nervously twiddling their thumbs. No one had come out to talk to them and it had been at least five hours. Periodically the other boys would call to check up and see if there were any updates but there weren't. The anxiety was eating them both alive.

Eight hours.

Eight hours later the doctor comes out, removing his scrub cap as he looks at both of them.

“It was touch and go for a while.” He sighs. “There was a massive bleed which caused the swelling. It must have formed after the tests which can happen.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Felix asks.

“She's in a medically induced coma right now. We need to give her brain time to heal on its own and this is the best way.” The doctor says.

“That doesn't answer my question.” Felix snaps.

“We're not sure at the moment. It depends if her brain will heal. Only time will tell. You can see her now if you want.” The doctor says, motioning for them to follow him.

They both enter your room, their hearts sink as they look at you with tubes coming out of your mouth, nose, needles in your arm, your head completely wrapped up. They wished there was something they could do for you. Either one of them would trade places with you in a heartbeat if it meant you would be okay.

“Hey, Chan.” Felix says, putting his phone to his ear. “Yeah, she's out of surgery now. She's in a medically induced coma to try and heal her brain.” He explains. “They don't know when or if she'll wake up. It depends on her brain..” he pauses, listening. “Yeah, you can tell Mingi or Hongjoong, any of them really that I'm coming after San and he better fucking watch out.” He snaps. “Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye.” He hangs up the phone. Neither he or Hyunjin speak. They each hold your hand, staring at you, wishing to hear your voice again, see your smile. They hated themselves for not being there for you tonight. They wondered If you were scared, being alone while it was happening? Did you wish they were there for you?

Felix and Hyunjin spent the night with you, both resting their heads on either side of your bed, neither of them really sleeping. Every single noise had them up and alert in hopes that it was you trying to wake up, even though they knew that wasn't going to happen.

“We're going to give it a few more days.” The doctor told them. “Then we'll slowly wake her up and see how she is. So if you boys need to get to work or anything, go. We can call you if there's a change.” He finishes, before leaving the room.

They did need to go. They had things to do, business to take care of but neither of them felt like they could both go. So they went one at a time. Each day, Felix left to do what he needed, doing drops, looking for San, updating the boys on what was going on and then he went back to the hospital and Hyunjin left to do what he needed to do.

Each day the boys returned hopeful. That something, even the smallest thing might have changed. But each day there was nothing, and each day they asked the doctor when they were going to try to wake her up and each day the doctor extended it to the next day.

Two weeks.

It took two weeks before the doctor had finally decided to try and wake her up, but he did it at a time when neither of the boys were there. They had both been called away by Chan, and when the doctor saw them walk out of the room and hospital, he decided that was the time he would reverse the coma. He waited for the drugs to wear off, it took a few hours but he watched as you squeezed your eyes, opening your left eye slightly and then your right. You look around the room taking everything in.

“We're going to remove the tube in your throat, okay?” He says quietly to you. You nod your head as they get to work, gently removing it to let you breathe on your own. You cough a few times, pointing to water which was given to you immediately.

“How do you feel?” he asks you.

“Okay, I think.. How did I get here?” You ask.

Before he can answer, the door swings open, revealing two extremely attractive men.

“Y/N! Oh my god, baby, You're awake.” One cries, rushing in.

“I knew you'd be okay. That's my girl.” The other one smiles. You look between them, then back to the doctor, then back to the men.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper. “Who are you?”

#lee felix #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #skz #skz felix #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz stay #felix #hyunjin #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop icons #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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royboyfanpage · 2 days

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how do these pannels make you feel. they make me feel sad

Hi anon!

For context these are the panels Anon sent me-

For starters, it's totally understandable that these panels make you feel sad! That's clearly what they were written to do.

However.

I can't take it seriously because it's RUDY WEST. Rudy West is not comparable to Oliver Queen! Rudy West is absolutely not a better father than Ollie!

I mean, aside from the fact that it's pretty hard to be a worse father than Rudy West and Roy would absolutely not be "a better person" if he was raised by the Wests, like. Ollie and Roy didn't have that much of a bad relationship when Roy was a teenager. Obviously Snowbirds happened and that changed their dynamic and created a whole lot of tension they had to work through, but this is clearly pre-Snowbirds, and since Ollie still has money+Queen Industries it's also presumably pre-Hard Traveling Heroes, which is where the idea of Ollie not being around stems from. Was there conflict? Sure! But not to the extent that the Teen Titans would be blaming Ollie for how Roy is (actually, the "its not his fault the way he was raised" angle is more accurate for Dick than Roy, but I'm not gonna get into that). And I am doing a lot of explaining and defending for a man who's competition is Rudy West.

Fundamental misunderstanding of Ollie and reducing him to "Batman with arrows" my beloathed.

Also another big issue is the fact that Roy's meant to be some spoilt rich brat, which doesn't really make sense?? I mean, Roy grew up on a reservation, and at this point he's living with Ollie who, based on this panel, is implied to still be at least kinda socialist in this timeline. He's not gonna be some disconnected nepo-baby who shames Wally for his parents' financial status, even at his most insecure, which I guess is the angle they're taking here.

And also why is Garth the one defending Roy? Garth doesn't care about Roy at best at this point, and actively dislikes him at worst. Especially considering Roy's treatment of Garth is arguably worse in this than in the original Teen Titans run. Idk, it feels like it's trying to make Garth into the quiet emotionally mature kid in this scenario, which i don't feel is very accurate to who Garth actually is (I'll admit I'm only recently getting into Aqua comics so I don't have a complete grasp of Garth's character, but I get the impression that he's definitely not as much of a pushover as this comic presented him as- in the original Teen Titans run he was bantering as much as the others were, and he did have moments where he'd get aggressive, such as when the Titans refuse to help him because of their 'vow')

I'm not gonna say I hate this comic. There are some parts of it I really love, like

These panels are cute as fuck and I adore them. I think that the comic really works as its own story outside of the main Teen Titans continuity, with its own interpretations of the characters and their stories. But if you try and apply it to the original Teen Titans series, it does get kinda messy.

So yeah, in conclusion, the panels are sad if you look at them within the story, but I just can't take it seriously in a broader scope because y'know. Rudy West. I'm not even that big of a Flash fan and I still know Rudy West is the worst guy.

#thanks for the ask!#going through my inbox finally #roy harper #wally west #garth #oliver queen

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 8 hours

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System error: android!reader x kyle gaz garrick

You had to get into contact with your engineer.

Something had short circuited when you were at the pub with the others. You had felt a little too warm when Sergeant Garrick had touched you and suggested that you stay despite having done what you were asked to do.

You didn't understand it. Not the way that they had continued to want to bond with you or the way that your processors reacted to it.

Something must've gotten corrupted when you researched how to act in a pub setting. You knew that if you didn't delete the information off of your hard drives, your engineers would be upset but it had to stay in order for them to figure out what the issue was.

They'll scrap you for it but it was for the best. Your job still needed to be done and if you were malfunctioning then you needed to be replaced.

You were on your way to your office to get into contact with them when you saw Gaz waiting outside your door.

You weren't sure what to do as he gave you a smile, one that made you stop what you were doing, and you watched him carefully as he came up to you.

"I was wondering where you went, I wanted to invite you to lunch." He offered and your processors froze. "Unless you already ate."

"Why?" You asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"Just trying to be friendly is all."

Friendly. You understood that the reason why he was trying to be friendly was because he saw you as a person and not a machine, an oversight on those who designed you, and now it was becoming a problem. They must've not expected any of them to be considerate enough to want to make a connection with you, which to you seemed to be a massive mistake.

These men made connections with everyone, you didn't need to read through their records to know that.

What were they thinking? What were you thinking?

You don't think. That's not possible.

You blinked a couple times, frozen in your spot as your processors raced to compute a response as well as make sense of what exactly was going on inside you.

Meanwhile Gaz stood in front of you with slight concern and confusion as you stared at him with the same wide eyed look you had last night at the pub.

"It's okay if you don't want to." He assured you and you blinked a couple times. "I'm not trying to put you on the spot."

For some reason you didn't want to disappoint him. He was making an effort to befriend you and it would be for the betterment of everyone if you were on good terms with them. It would make everything easier and yet his effort was frying your circuits.

Instead of telling him no you did the unthinkable.

You lied.

"I have already eaten but I will join you, Sergeant Garrick." You told him in a split second, unable to really understand why you said what you did.

"Great." He nodded for you to follow him. "And you can just call me Gaz, don't have to be formal with me."

You nodded and filed that information away as you walked beside him. You tried to pay attention to what he was saying but you were focusing hard on trying to sort out whatever was causing everything to go haywire within you.

It had to be a corrupt file. A virus maybe. Something was breaking everything inside of you and making you do things you weren't programmed to do.

After lunch you had to fix the issue.

"I'm glad you decided to join me." Gaz caught your attention again. "Was a little worried about you."

"You were worried about me?" You couldn't help but be confused.

Gaz gave you a sympathetic look. His eyes turned serious as he glanced back at your office and nodded.

"Yeah...you spend a lot of time in your office working. This job takes a lot out of you and I've seen it eat people alive." He explained and your eyebrows knitted together. "So I'm worried."

"But you don't know me." You pointed out. It's not like he could get to know you, there was nothing to figure out considering you were just a set of walking code.

Gaz shrugged.

"Well I'm trying to right now."

You felt something from that. You're not sure what the feeling was but you knew that you felt something as the wires and the fans inside your whirred to life. It sent something through you and you could feel everything inside become overwhelmed.

This wasn't supposed to happen and unfortunately it was because of Gaz.

"I have to leave." You turned around, hoping to get to your office before everything inside you combusted.

"Wait-"

It was almost immediate that your processors forced a shut down. Your entire body slammed against the floor with a loud metal bang.

A/n: i too would breakdown if Gaz asked me to lunch (i still don't know how to write androids lol it might get better)

#android!reader #klye gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz x reader #gaz x you #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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ughgoaway · 3 days

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I have so much fucking respect for the students in the US right now protesting on college campuses for Palestine. the videos of the police I'm seeing are beyond disgusting, but people are still going out there and protesting.

I encourage everyone to seek out videos of what's happening and read what these students are saying. across the Internet, you can find first-hand videos of people being arrested and these students explaining what they're doing and why they are doing it. watching this content and hearing these people stories is so important.

the fact that they are PEACEFULLY PROTESTING and still the police are tasering, attacking, and arresting them is despicable. These students are so brave, I admire them all, and I hope they manage to stay safe.

they are willing to get arrested whilst supporting Palestine. This is a massive sacrifice, but it's nothing compared to the horrors that Palestinians face every day. The fact that people are getting arrested for protesting a genocide is reprehensible.

as I said, I encourage everyone to look for content surrounding these protests and find out more about what's happening. I know a lot of us want to support from afar, and I don't know the best resources to recommend, but here are a few posts with links of ways to support Palestine.

(x) easy ways to support Palestine from home.

(x) Palestine Readings And Resources

(x) how you can help palestine

#important!

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Sinner Adam X Pastry Chef, Seraphim Male Reader.

Ok so Adam after the events of season one becomes a sinner.

But his boyfriend who sneaks out of heaven to find him and he does just that. And thankfully he did find him before he did something stupid.

Like going to the hotel he just attacked for protection from everyone who wants him dead. Who's inhabitants also want him dead.

But Reader knows he can't bring Adam up to heaven cause that goes against the rules. So he does the next best thing!

He opens a bakery in hell! Which doubles as a house. Don't question it, it's heavenly magic bullshit.

So now Him and Adam run a bakery with the help of Lute and a couple of exorcists who drop by from time to time.

Ohhhh I fucking love that, them just owning a little bakery in hell that's heaven themed and gives the vibes and is all beautiful. Also reader throwing away everything just to be with Adam? Me. I'd do that.

I'll meet you in hell

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, mentions & symptoms of depression

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“We have to send our people down there and look for him,” you explained, hoping the other angels in the court would agree. Panic has flooded your eyes and your body language was a little too over the top because of that. Adam was down there, the projection of hell's current state had shown it, the first man was wandering through hell's streets, he was badly injured and had no shelter.

“No, we won't put our people at risk for a sinner,” Sera spoke highly, her chin tilted upwards so that she had to look down on you. “A sinner?” you asked, horrified by her choice of words - it's not that she wasn't wrong, Adam was walking through hell as a newborn sinner, “He’s still our first man!” But your statement was only met by shaking heads and mumbling that sounded a little too close to disagreement. With pleading eyes you looked up to Sera, Emily by her side. The little seraphim was talking to her sister quietly, so quiet that it was inaudible for you and the other angels in court.

“We have come to the decision,” Sera adjusted her posture as she turned towards you, “We can't risk the well-being of our people and therefore the well-being of heaven for the first man. He is not important enough to take that risk.” The panic that had been filling your eyes was replaced by pain and betrayal. The other seraphims had betrayed you, or at least it felt that way to you. With a lowered head you were about to get up and leave the courtroom, the verdict had been spoken and you had nothing to say that would change their mind. Discussing something like this with them was pointless, you should've known, saved time and went down without their knowledge of your location. You had to go down to hell and protect Adam - it wasn't as if the former angel was not able to stand up for himself - he every much was able to do so, you knew that better than anyone - but he was wounded and had no place to stay at, no one to turn to and the fact that probably every single resident of the pride ring wanted him dead was not helping either.

So you nodded your head towards your brothers and sisters, then turned to Lute - Lute who had been the only one to stay by your side. “We’re done here,” you stated as you watched the lieutenant lower her head as she followed you out of the courtroom. “Sir, excuse my curiosity but I assume you will not stay in your seat and wait, so may I ask what your plan is?” You liked Lute for many reasons, her loyalty for Adam was most definitely one of the highest attributes you admired. “I’ll go down myself and make sure he stays out of trouble as much as possible,” you explained, the lieutenant of your boyfriend remained by your side as you opened a portal to where Adam had last been spotted in hell, she was ready to go down with you. And while you normally wouldn't turn that offer down, this time you had to. Your visit in hell would be permanent - you were not going to leave the brunette to himself. “I’m coming with you, Sir,” the white haired woman said as she walked closer to the portal, yet she stopped when your hand gently came to rest on her shoulder. Your soft eyes met her determined ones and you offered her a warm yet genuine smile, “No Lute. Heaven needs you, I will take care of Adam, you will take care of heaven for me.”

The exorcist did not look very pleased with that decision of yours, still she gave you a nod and took a step back from you and the golden portal, “Very well, Sir.” With a little wave you turned around at her words, now facing the portal that would take you to your boyfriend and just as you were about to step through it, Lute raised her voice again, this time the usually so confident woman’s voice sounded somewhat unsteady, “Y/N?” You turned your head to Lute, then she continued, “Tell Adam I miss him.” And with those words she left. Ah yes, Lute always had trouble showing feelings and admitting them to somebody else than the person they were about surely must have been hard for her.

Hell was different than you had expected it to be, you had never personally been down there, why should you have been after all? Yet a creature as bright spirited as you was easy to spot - mainly due to your appearance. So when you turned around just to be tackled to the ground by a familiar first man, you were quite surprised and in shock at the same time, you had not expected Adam to spot you that quickly and act on it. “I fucking knew you would come to get my holy ass back into heaven,” the brunette mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You held onto Adam’s body as you got up from the dirty ground - hell had a nasty vibe that you did not like but you’d have to get used to it. This place would now function as your new home due to Adam being not allowed to cross the pearly gates again. “Well, it’s not that easy love, I spoke to Sera-” Adam eagerly interrupted you, “I’m fucking sure she told you to get me in the first place, didn’t she? Yeah, she sure as fuck did.” Though when you shook your head in disagreement the prideful look in his eyes fell and disbelief replaced it. “What? You’re gonna fucking tell me these bitches want me to rot in this fucked up hellhole?” A simple nod was all you were able to give your boyfriend. Yes, that was exactly what Sera and the others had decided was the best solution for not only heaven but also Adam, but how could this be the best decision for Adam when he had been all alone the entire time and would have continued to stay alone if it weren’t for you disobeying the rules? Gently you cupped his face, a thing the first man had grown used to since that was something you did quite often - he still found it a little strange, it felt so intimate and personal while it appeared to be such a casual way of touching your lover. “The court has decided to not let you back in, Adam,” for Adam, this was the first time hearing your voice after his fall, after he had lost his status and home, after he had been convinced he had lost you as well. And despite your words being bad news, he could not help but find comfort in the sound of your voice. “But I won’t let you suffer here all on your own,” Adam’s eyes shimmered with hope and it felt painful to take that little bit of hope from him too, you knew he was hoping you were to smuggle him back into the heavenly realms - but that was a thing not even you as a seraphim could do.

“I’ll stay by your side,” and despite your thoughts that Adam would be highly disappointed, the hope in his eyes remained. You assumed that spending eternity in hell with his boyfriend sounded better to him than spending eternity in hell all on his own. “Well,” the brunette shrugged as he slowly pulled away from your touch, “That works fucking fine by me.” Not that it actually did though, the former angel would have preferred it if you would have taken his ass back to the pearly gates. But if the others were against it, you would make hell his new home instead, simply by spending all of eternity here with him just because you wanted to do so. He knew that if they hadn't done so already, they would properly ban you from the realm you had called home once forever, just like they had banned him. And he respected that - well, at least he thought he did because in his eyes that not only had the cute touch of ‘I throw my perfect life away to be with my loved one’, to Adam that also sounded incredibly stupid. Or at least he tried to tell himself that your decision was stupid - giving up everything to spend eternity with your loved one? Yeah totally not something he would do. Except that for you, he would throw it all away.

Getting used to hell’s atmosphere surely was not something that had ever been on your agenda, the air was stinky, the streets were dirty and the only area that felt clean and somewhat fresh was the area around the bakery you had built. The building was huge, shimmered in heaven’s brightest colors and you even managed to let some grass grow around the building that was not only used as a bakery, but it was also the new home of Adam and you. It had been quite some work - not because it was hard to work angelic magic in hell, no that had been the easy part. But due to this building doubling as a house and a bakery, it had taken some planning to not forget something important.

The bakery was not running very well, most sinners were not interested in heavenly food. The creatures down here looked up at heaven like the angels up there looked down at hell, in disgust and despair, not that you blamed them for doing so, they surely had their reasons to think that way. But you had two or three regulars that would stop by every other day and those people surely made your day, especially with one of them being Charlie Morningstar. Adam was not very happy whenever little miss butterflies and rainbows was visiting, but you and her got along quite well and your boyfriend at least tolerated that. And despite the bakery not earning very much money, the both of you had everything you needed, that was the bright side of not having to pay rent, you assumed.

Lute had convinced Sera to do regular check-ups on you, however she had only told the seraphim as an excuse to visit Adam. Don’t get her wrong, she was also glad to be able and pay you a visit, but her and Adam were closer than you and Lute could ever be and her missing her best friend more than his boyfriend was more than normal, not only in her eyes but also in yours. Sometimes she even talked Sera into taking one or two of the exorcists with her, to Sera she would say she takes them with her for defense reasons, in reality they just missed their former leader - and who could blame them? Lute surely did not.

You were standing behind the counter, the first man leaned against your side, wrapped up in your soft wings, his head on your shoulder as he was almost falling asleep. It was still early and Adam was convinced he would never get used to getting up so early in the morning, to him it felt like it was still the middle of the night. The little bell that rang as the door to the bakery opened made him crack one eye open and as he spotted a familiar face, he lifted his head off your shoulder, he remained wrapped in your wing though, not willing to leave the cozy warmth they provided.

“Danger Tits,” Adam beamed at the white haired woman as she entered the bright and heavenly feeling bakery. The vibe of the building you had created was different from the rest of hell, whenever Lute entered the inviting looking building she felt like you had brought a piece of heaven to hell. And while she still disliked Charlie’s idea of rehabilitation, she did like the fact that you made hell a little nicer - at least for Adam’s sake. That way she knew the first man was able to live a somewhat good afterlife, even with his soul stuck in hell.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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yellowsweater-bluevest · 2 days

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In the dead of night, when it's dark

2.3k Words written in less than two hours, I don't promise anything, but heartfelt confessions. Might write a follow up, who knows.

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It was quiet inside. Outside, too.

There seemed to be no soul alive in Loch Nora at midnight.

In times like these, nights like these, Steve would put on some music, turn on as many lights as he could, turn on the TV, look for something to reorganize, pretend there was someone else with him. He very much wished he could do that.

Instead the lights were off. All the lights, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, street, neighbors' homes. A full power outage, only god knows how far out. There weren’t even any insects, or rain, or a soft breeze to cover up the eerie, consistent, unavoidable silence. It filled Steve’s head completely.

He thought of radioing anyone through a Walkie-Talkie, but it was a school night. During finals week. And Robin had a very important exam in a class she was sure she would fail if she did not get at least an B+. So he did not. He tried to find something to do, but the light from the moon was not enough to light his house, and he was reorganizing his linen closet, so his hallways were a mess.

So Steve sat in a mess of a hallway, with only his thoughts for company. They were very bad company.

That’s when his phone rang.

He was so taken aback, it took him a second to react. It then took his thirty to reach his nearest phone while trying not to faceplant into the floor.

“Hello?” He nearly yelled into the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t wake up.” Steve immediately recognized that voice as Eddie’s. He stood straight as a Pavlovian response.

“Not at all. I was just… relaxing.” Steve tried really hard not to cringe at himself.

“At the witching hour, color me surprised.”Eddie teased.

“Yeah, sure.” He answered, not fully sure what that was and having a feeling he did not want to know.

“Listen, I’m going to be upfront, and just ask,” Eddie started,speaking very fast. “I was just going to ring you and if you did not answer I was just going to hang up because I really needed to talk to you, but I did not want to wake you. So it felt like the best way of making sure you were awake, and I would not have done that if it was not really important, because it is.”

“And now that I’m thinking about it, I do realize I could’ve used the Walkie-Talkie to see if you were awake because it is less disrupting than calling, but then I would have risked some of the sheeps to hear me and I-” he stopped for a second, taking in a deep breath. “I might be rambling now.”

“I don’t mind, though,” Steve said quietly, because it’s true. He did not mind, in fact, he wished he could make Eddie talk for hours on end for him. Eddie laughed nervously.

“I know it’s very late, but there was no other time to ask this,” Eddie explained. Steve felt a kind of nerves that made his fingertips tingle in just the right way. A good nervous, if that existed. “Can you help me study?”

He should have been disappointed when Eddie asked that. After all, hearing your crush is nervous, not because he wanted to confess to you, but because he has an exam in about eight hours he forgot should be infuriating. But instead, Steve felt giddy. He could not help the smile that formed in his lips, but he was silently thankful Eddie could not see him right now.

“Why? Did you forget you had an exam?” Steve teased.

“Listen, it should be illegal to force the guy who was just given a discharge from the hospital a week ago exams while he’s still recovering.”

“Oh, yeah, I definitely agree,”Steve drawled, sliding into the floor again. “Why are you studying at midnight anyways.”

“I have been studying since this afternoon, thank you very much.” Eddie defended himself, with too much energy for it being so late at night.

“So why do you need my help?”

“There’s no energy here.” Eddie grumbled. “I kinda need light to study. I figured I could maybe go to your house and continue studying there.” It sounded pleading, a part of Steve’s heart lamented not having energy solely because it made Eddie a little bit sad.

“I would love nothing more, Eds,” Steve started. “But there is also no energy here.”

“No way.''Eddie explained, it sounded like a knee jerk reaction. Something he did not even know he was going to say. “Are you telling me your parents couldn’t even buy a power generator?”

“I was asking myself that right now.

“Well, I guess that is a sign of the universe to not study anymore.” Eddie said, stretching his back out.

“Maybe you can come here anyways.” Steve blurted, before even realizing it.

And the silence was back.

Steve cursed himself mentally. The exhaustion, added to the unbearable silence and the lifeboat that is Eddie’s energy made him weak for a moment.

“That was a joke.” Steve said, trying to not make things awkward.

“What if I didn’t want it to be a joke, sweetheart?” Eddie drawled, making Steve’s heart race like a marathon. “Can I still come to Casa Harrington?” Steve could have very easily followed the joking energy, tease and joke, and hide his feelings under a rug.

But as I said, he was weak at the moment, and nothing good happened after midnight.

“You can always come over, Eddie.” he said, sounding too sincere, and being too tired to care. “In fact, I wish you came over all the time, that way I can hear talk and talk, forever and ever. Just say whatever you want to say, fill the silence I have.” Eddie laughed again. Normally Steve loved his laugh, but this sounded nervous. He wondered how many other laughs Eddie had.

“Sometime I wish I could just invite you over.” He continued. “You only come when you are invited by someone else, you never come by your own accord, but you have this power, Eddie.” He was fully lying on the floor by now, three months of 4 hours of sleep a night catching up.

“What power is that, Stevie?” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“You make every room you’re in alive.” He answered. “My house is so dead most of the time, I bet, and I would be right, that you can fix that.”

“So you only like that I make rooms alive? What does that even mean?” Eddie said. Steve wondered if he was playing with his hair, like he normally did when he was nervous.

“Don’t say only, it takes away from it,” Steve explained. “It means you bring this energy, I can never take my eyes off you. You have gone through so much, and yet you still have energy. I could pay you to talk to me. About whatever, whenever, I just love your voice.” A part of Steve’s brain begged him to stop, but he ignored it.

“I know y9ou are lying, now,” Eddie said, making Steve frown. “No one likes how much I speak. Which they should not, by the way. I talk a lot as a way to rebel to the machine that wants to quiet us.”

“I’m not a liar, Eds.” Steve said. “And I was also told I had a special something. Maybe that includes liking pretty boys talk a lot.” Steve’s heart beat so loud, he wondered if Eddie could hear it.

“If you don’t tell me you’re joking, I’ll drive to your house.” Eddie threatened, making Steve smile.

“Do you want me to tell you where the spare key is?” Eddie laughed, a sincere laugh now.

“Be there in five minutes,” Eddie said.

“It takes 20 to get from your house to mine,” Steve shot back.

“I said what I said, see you now.” And then the line was dead.

Steve could not move. He felt as conflicted as he had ever felt. His brain told him Eddie would come over just to tear apart his feelings, but his heart…

His heart told him that last laugh Eddie made, it meant something. Like a secret message he had to decode, but he still had a missing piece. That does not mean he can’t see the details, the details told him, Eddie might feel the same.

So he sprung up, and threaded the hallway slowly, trying very hard not to knock something down or trip somehow. By the time he reached downstairs, he heard a familiar motor.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs as the motor died, the music cutting immediately, and a door open. He heard a thud, like Eddie jumped out of the van, he could nearly see it. He felt the steps, the metallic door close, his sneakers against the pavement of the driveway, hesitation, then a knock on the door.

He opened the door to see Eddie standing there. Even with no light, he could recognize his wild hair, up in a ponytail.

“Hi,” Eddie spoke, quieter than normal.

“Come in,” Steve stepped away to let Eddie inside, then closed the door. “That was less than five minutes.

“No traffic lights,” Eddie joked.

“Do you want to go out to the pool? I bet the moon is shining.” Steve suggested, Eddie nodded. At least Steve thought he nodded, since he could barely make out a faint silhouette. “Give me your hand, then”

And Eddie did.

Steve guided them out back. Opened the door to the fresh outdoors, where it was only him, and Eddie and the moon.

“Steve, please tell me what you said earlier was not a lie.” Eddie said as soon as they stepped outside.

“Let’s go sit, first.” Steve said. “I need this to be said while I’m looking properly at you. So Steve guided them to the edge of the empty pool. Still holding Eddie’s hands, he sat down.

“We are sitting now.” Eddie stated, biting his bottom lip. It was not ‘sexy’ or appealing in any way. But it was so plainly Eddie, Steve could not help the warmth in his heart.

“What I said before is only a fraction of what I feel.” Steve explained. “When you called, I was drawing in silence so I couldn’t help but say what I really felt. You really make things better by just being.”

“You have to know what it feels like you’re saying.” Eddie said.

“I’ll say it plainly,” Steve answered. “I really like you Eddie. In a romantic way, and I have for some time now.”

“But you have dated so many chicks.” Eddie complained, trying to make sense in his brain.

“I don’t know what I am. I don’t have the name, I don’t think it matters.” Steve said softly, like a whisper. “I like you, and above anything else, I want to be by your side, as your friend or as more, or as less, I don’t care.”

“Is this some sort of joke, because of all the rumors about me.” The moonlight illuminated Eddie’s eye showing something akin to fear. Like a barrier that lied between belief and where he currently stood that made it impossible to trust the words Steve said.

“There is no joke, and I am not laughing.”

“Do you believe in fate, Steve?” Eddie asked, Steve smiled.

“I used to, I don’t know if I do anymore.” Steve said, completely sincere. “Do you?”

“I stay up late studying the night there is a power outage and I call you when you so happen to be awake to answer, and say just the right things to reach a point where you say you like me.” Eddie rambled. “There is not a lot to explain.” Steve hummed in agreement. Eddie continued talking, using his free hand to gesture wildly. “Like, tonight I was so stressed because I really don’t want to fail my class and I call the guy I like and this happens, so I just wonder sometimes.”

“So you like me?” Steve asked. Eddie put his hand down and looked over the forest.

“I still don’t know how much I believe this is not a joke.” Eddie said, and Steve tried not to get sad about it. “Because I really like you, and I can’t take another heartbreak. My ribs were already broken, after all.” And Steve laughed, and Eddie smiled, and it seemed right.

“Would a kiss convince you?” Steve asked teasingly, a smirk on his face, leaning over Eddie, watching his blush under the moonlight.

“Only one way to find out.” Eddie answered, holding Steve’s gaze until he looked down at his lips and Steve leaned in.

And it’s short. The kiss. It’s sort of chaste, and Eddie does not know what he’s doing because all other kisses he has had before were not with anyone he cared about but he did not have time to worry about that before they were kissing and before it was over. But it felt like everything.

And then the lights came back on.

“Oh, that’s good timing.” Steve commented. “Do you still want to study?”

“I forgot my books.” Eddie answered. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

“I bet you will.” Steve said. “Do you want to stay the night?”

“Wow, Stevie, at least take me to dinner first.” Eddie teased.

“If you want to drive back at 1 a.m., be my guest.” Steve joked. And Eddie laughed yet a different laugh, one that fills Steve's heart.

“I would love to stay in one of your plentiful rooms, my liege,” Eddie joked, “If only you could show the way, sir Stevie.”

“I like that one, by the way.” Steve said. “Stevie, I like it.” Steve finally let go of Eddie’s hand to stand up, and offered it away. Eddie took it immediately.

“I like it, too.” And he really did. But a part of him still doubted.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Steve reassured him like he knew what he was thinking. “You have an important exam tomorrow.”

“Okay.” So Eddie went to sleep in the bedroom across from Steve, no longer afraid for tomorrow, but awaiting it. Knowing it will be okay.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #st steve #st eddie munson #st4 #stranger things 4 #arin writes #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #my writing

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radioisntdead · 3 days

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Hihihi

I know I haven't sent in a request for a while, buuttt

I'm craving some sweet angst

Can we do one where the reader is the last person at the hotel, and isn't trying to get redeemed, but Charlie and vaggie are like, it's okay?

And then reader leaves them alone??

And if it's a song fic too it would spicy 👀👀

Love,

-XIN💙

Good evening my friend! I hope you enjoy!

The last one standing

Hazbin hotel x reader

Warnings!

Random plot convenient falling, reader misses their friends, reader technically isn't the last one standing but Alastor and Niffty aren't getting redeemed anytime soon and Charlie and Vaggie are just vibing there, some parts got mangled.

Song used

[thanks to my best friend Moony for helping me choose the song for this!]

You came to the hotel back when it was still a crummy building that no sinner had any Faith in, ran by a delightfully delusional princess, you and another sinner who went by the name Angel dust were the first residents, then Alastor came along with Husk and Niffty.

You grew close with the people inside the hotel, they became your friends, your family, you watched as tensions grew, as friendships were forged, you helped fight for that crummy hotel, you watched your friend sacrifice himself, you watched as that crummy hotel crumbled onto the ground, you helped rebuild it, you watched as heaven agreed to let sinners be redeemed

You watched as a few sinners entered the hotel in hopes of being redeemed, you watched as your friends moved on.

Universe surrounds, when you're ready

Angel dust or now known again as Anthony was the second to be redeemed after Pentious, he got sober, he worked on himself and it paid off when that shining light came down on him as he faded away up like spiderman, chain being washed away, his soul being returned to him his last act before going up was reaching out to a tearful Husk, Charlie was ecstatic, it was a bittersweet moment, he was redeemed yes, but you wouldn't see him again.

Husk was next, no one was expecting him to be redeemed next but apparently he was ready, another tearful goodbye, Alastor wasn't pleased as he watched Husk fade away, his chain breaking.

He grabbed Fat nuggets as he went up taking the pig with him.

It waits for us to, to leave this earth

With not one, not two but three known sinners being redeemed more sinners came flocking, and with time getting redeemed

Come on, they're calling your name out

One by one they bonded together, you bonded with them, new friends, new family, you got attached.

And then they left, with that shining light, that heavenly light that meant that they had been redeemed, that all they had been working for hadn't been for not, that light that meant you were being left behind once again.

I don't know

You didn't know what was keeping you from reaching above,

That was a lie you knew why, despite Charlie's encouragement, despite the promise of seeing your friends again you just couldn't let go.

You never thought things would get this far, you didn't think redemption was possible and so you weren't pushing for it and even if you were

You were scared to go above, you only just figured out how to live down here, you would have to relearn everything.

Everything you had gained down here you would lose and you'd have to gain everything back again.

You were scared you'd see the people you had done wrong in life, or worse the people you treated well, the ones you adored, you'd have to explain why you ended up below, what you did if you did anything at all.

You were scared to lose the new friends you had made.

I could stay or leave

Time continued, more people got redeemed, and you stayed, There was a whole thing with the Vee's, Alastor's deal and Lilith but that passed.

Things changed, people left.

You still had Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor and Niffty and the new hotel staff that had joined after, but they changed our periodically as they got redeemed.

Either way

You wondered if eventually Alastor and Niffty would leave too?

This hotel was Charlie's everything, and Charlie was Vaggie's everything, they wouldn't leave.

'Cause the comet can take us

They ended up leaving, only temporarily though! After all having a honeymoon in the hotel they lived in and spent the majority of their time in wasn't the best option, they decided to take a trip to one of the other rings.

They could do that, while you like every other sinner in the pride ring were stuck there, with the false pretense of freedom to do whatever when in all reality you were stuck in that ring like cattle.

All the way through

In their absence another sinner was redeemed and you got thinking,

Goodbye, same heaven

Redemption wasn't for you, maybe you should move out of the hotel, after all you had been there for what, over two decades now?

New, new world

You sighed as you made your decision.

Once Charlie and Vaggie returned you waited until they were done basking in whatever they were basking in and back to business, you sat them down and just explained that while you wouldn't trade your time at the hotel for anything you didn't think redemption was for you, at least not now maybe in the future.

You weren't too sure about that last part but a white lie never hurt anybody right?

I'll be waving

"I think I might move out of the hotel, you know to find myself maybe? Visit other parts of the pride ring, and I'll come back, maybe as staff? I mean I've been here for what twenty years now? Can't exactly leave that all behind, right?" You said as you sat across them, they were sat on the couch and you across from them.

You remember when Angel dust used to be weird on that couch.

You wondered how he was doing, and husk, did they have alcohol in heaven? Was he still a bartender?

Goodbye, same heaven

Charlie sighed, you didn't want to look her in the eyes, was she disappointed?

"We'll support you in anything you do, if you decide to leave that's alright," Vaggie popped up first,

"And if you want to stay and try again trying to get redeemed that's alright too, [Name] you're practically family you'll always have a place here at the hotel!" Charlie added as she took your hands in hers.

New, new world

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you hugged the couple, you were glad to call them your friends.

You couldn't just up and leave them, even for eternal paradise!

You were just leaving temporarily, and then you'd come back as a staff member! Maybe once the guy that took Husk's place as the bartender got redeemed you could take his spot, you'd be a great bartender, or maybe some type of manager?

I'll be waving, goodbye

You closed the suitcase that contained your things, they said they'd keep your room for you, so you decided to just take the essentials, after all you were coming back,

Pictures of friends, redeemed and unredeemed, old and new were hung on the walls over your bedroom, you traced your fingers over them gently, stopping at one particular picture, it was taken after the hotel was rebuilt.

You, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Niffty, husk, angel dust, etc everyone was there,

It was bittersweet to know that you would never see them again but they were in a better place, you bet that Cherri and Sir Pentious got together up there, you bet that Angel and Husk were doing great, you bet that the friends you made after them were too! Like that one butterfly cannibal who came in with her sister and younger sibling, she was redeemed a while after them you were sure they reunited and were happy!

Reason to see, everything looks the same

You wished you could talk to them again, you missed chatting with Angel, talking about stupid stuff or dressing up in different outfits, you missed hanging out at the bar with Husk watching intently as he pulled out a magic trick he had learned back when he was alive.

You missed kidnapping one of the Eggy bois and holding them hostage until Sir Pentious would teach you how to make a war weapon, you missed causing havoc with Cherri bomb, you missed your friends.

I don't know if the change made was great

You sighed taking the picture off your wall and tucking it gently into your jacket,

'Cause the craving remains the same

You pulled the suitcase containing some clothes and other belongings down the hotel stairs, exchanging greetings and goodbyes with other residents.

Goodbye, same heaven

You decided to go for one last drink at the bar, just for fun, you wouldn't be back for a while, maybe in seven years?

New, new world

The guy that replaced Husk chatted with you, he was nice but he wasn't like your dearly departed friend, he slid you the drink of your choice and you drank it, Vaggie and Charlie eventually joined you and the three of you chatted about whatever.

I'll be waving

It happened quick, no one had noticed Niffty had somehow climbed onto the chandelier, determined to dust it.

Goodbye, same heaven

The chandelier snapped and down it went, Niffty managed to hand onto the wire attached but that snapped right after, sending the Niffty down heading straight for the broken chandelier, you didn't think and just launched yourself forward to grab her.

"That was a close one, you alright Niff?" You asked as Niffty hopped out of your arms,

"I'm fine thanks [name]!" She said before she scrambled to start cleaning up the chandelier.

New, new world

Charlie and Vaggie moved to inspect the damage speaking amongst themselves about the fallen plot convenient chandelier, you dusted off your clothes and downed the rest of your drink deciding this was a great time to skaddle,

"Well, I guess this is my sign to leave, until we meet again my friends!" You said fully intending on booking it out before another chandelier fell, you could send Alastor a postcard or something with goodbye on it.

Charlie turned towards you to give you a goodbye hug but paused and nudged Vaggie.

I'll be waving

Much to your surprise that familiar heavenly light shined down on you, you looked at Charlie and Vaggie,

"I-, How?!" You turned your focus as you began to fade away, Charlie smiled tears swelling up in her eyes, she shed those same tears for others who've been redeemed before you, Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder and looked you in the eyes.

"You've earned it, after all these years you've finally earned it."

(Goodbye) I'll be waving

"Why? Please I don't," you gasped desperately trying to stop whatever this was, tearings falling as you began floating upwards, "I don't wanna go!"

"It will be alright, you've earned a place up there! You see everyone again!"

You reached out towards the two of them, Charlie held up her hand to you but it was just out of reach.

I'll be waving

"We can't stop it, I'm sorry but it's a fresh start!" She said in an attempt to comfort you.

"It was a pleasure working with you all these years my friend! I wish you luck on your next endeavors!"

When did Alastor get here? He wasn't helping! Why was he so cheerful about this? Screw him! Not in a sexual way but in a 'I hope someone recreates your traumatizing death on you again' way

"Thanks feelings are returned but that's not helping here Al!"

(Goodbye) I'll be waving

You weren't getting out of this, were you? You pulled your arm back, accepting your fate that you couldn't undo this.

I'll be waving

Redemption wasn't for you, you would've dropkicked Niffty if you knew this was going to happen!

(Goodbye) I'll be waving

You were almost gone now, you weren't ready but you didn't have a choice, after all these years this is what gets you redeemed?? Was the scale finally tilted with good deeds over your sins??

I'll be waving

"We hope you've enjoyed your stay."

"I did, I really did, This place was the best part of my afterlife," it was time, you shut your eyes you managed out a pathetic.

I'll be waving, goodbye

You opened your eyes to see clouds and blue skies, blue, you hadn't seen blue skies in who knows how long, you look around anxiety crept into you, where were you supposed to go? Where were you supposed to stay? What was supposed to happen, could you undo this? You didn't get a chance to dig into those thoughts when you heard landing behind you.

"Hello! You must be another one of the residents of Charlie's hotel! I'm Emily! welcome to heaven!" She said reaching out a hand for you to shake, you glanced up at her taking a second before shaking her hand,

"Yeah I guess, I'm [name] can I go ba-"

"[Name]? Oh! I've heard all about you! About time you got up here, Your friends have been expecting you!" She said interrupting you with a smile as she pulled you by your hand dragging you into the heavenly city, you took in your surroundings it was much different then hell, the air smelled clean, the streets shined, it was beautiful.

You'd have to start all over again.

Brushing a hand into your jacket pocket you felt a piece of paper, you still had that picture.

You'd get to see some of your friends again at least, unfortunately it was at the expense of leaving many others behind.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! Some parts ended up being more comedic, mainly the chandelier because I had no idea how to put Niffty in danger, I'm working on getting requests done!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you

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