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bitterbeanren · 10 months

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I spent days writing this self-indulgent basically a self-insert/self-ship (but I made it second person with the hopes that others could enjoy it) fic because holy shit am I down bad. Story under the cut.

Jing Yuan x AFAB nonbinary reader. Slow burn. I tried to not mention skin tone either, skin just heats up, warms, etc. because THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS TO ME WHEN I GET EMBARRASSED!!!! Reader has boobs but size aint exactly specified. I think they’re only mentioned like once. Also, like, literally fam I wrote this for me and with my experience as enby in mind, which is gunna be different from other people’s.

This is long. This is bad. This includes some of my favourite tropes. It’s for me, IT’S FOR ME!!! But I wanted to SHARE so yeah.

THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS MAYBE SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK I HAVE NOT GONE OVER THIS AT ALL I JUST WROTE AND WROTE AND WROTE—

Warnings: character deaths(?), loss of a parent figure, slightly possessive Jing Yuan, author being a bit feral, exactly three underscores being used for your name, and reader has hair on their head for plot reasons. JING YUAN IS TALLER THAN YOU(because he would easily be taller than me ;-;)!!!

Moments in Time

The first time Jing Yuan meets you is after he is taken in by Swordmaster Jingliu. It’s at his new mentor’s estate while he’s still getting used to living there instead of at home— you poke your head out from behind one of the courtyard veranda’s pillars with a grin. The two of you are around the same age, though you might be a bit younger.

Jing Yuan is practicing his strikes, 586, 587, 588… and you watch him with a spark of mischief in your eyes. “Hello!” You greet, he ignores you. 589, 590, 591–

You dart towards him and he stumbles back, keeping his sword in his hand but twirling it so you’re staring up at its flat edge. “Hey!” Jing Yuan snaps at you with a glare, “That’s dangerous, be more careful!”

“You weren’t going to hit me,” you state, poking the blade before returning your gaze to him, smiling. “You’re Jing Yuan, right? I’m Yingxing’s apprentice!”

Sheathing his sword, Jing Yuan quickly wracks his brain— Yingxing… Yingxing… ah, the furnace master of the Artisan Commission. Jingliu’s friend. He remembers the sandy-haired man and Imbibitor Lunae visiting for tea. “I didn’t realize that the furnace master had taken on an apprentice. Is he here as well?”

“Yes! He’s in a meeting with the swordmaster, so I decided to look for you.”

Jing Yuan frowns. “You… decided to look for me?”

“Yeah! Jingliu mentioned you were training, and I wanted to meet you!”

The white-haired boy places one of his hands on his hip, looking at you expectantly. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, apprentice swordsmith.”

“Oh, I guess I should have introduced myself better…” you let out a laugh. It’s cute. Then, you hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Jing Yuan. My name is ___.”

~*~

Whenever Yingxing comes to visit Jingliu, you come along to visit Jing Yuan. You remind the boy of a duckling— you follow behind Yingxing like one, eyes bright, and usually chattering cheerfully. It’s cute… you’re cute, Jing Yuan thinks. Especially when Yingxing ruffles your hair and you pout.

Jing Yuan starts ruffling your hair too, and you complain and scowl, but then you laugh and try to ruffle his unruly hair in response, and Jing Yuan compares you to a sun. Warm, cheerful… your smiles and laughter brightens any space you’re in.

“It’s people like that who we as Cloud Knights aspire to protect,” Jingliu tells him one day, the two of them watching as you animatedly tell Dan Feng a story while Yingxing looks at you and the Vidyadhara fondly. “They’re the ones who make what we’re doing worth it, Jing Yuan.”

The boy nods his head in agreement.

You’re the bright-eyed apprentice of the furnace master, and he’s the apprentice of the swordmaster. As your mentors are friends— along with the High Elder of the Vidyadhara— it makes sense that the two of you would become close as well. And Jing Yuan doesn’t mind.

Whenever you visit, he’s the first one you look for. Jing Yuan teaches you starchess, and you show him sketches of weapons you want to make. Some days you practice basic combat with him in the courtyard. Your mentors sometimes sit on the veranda and watch the two of you while chatting over tea, and once you’re both worn out from training you dart over to claim some snacks for yourselves.

The years pass and Jing Yuan is significantly taller than you now. It’s more difficult for you to ruffle his hair. So now, Jing Yuan mostly just pats the top of your head, only ruffling your hair when he feels particularly playful. Both of you are now in your early twenties: Jing Yuan is an apprentice Cloud Knight and you spend your days designing weapons and continuing your apprenticeship under Yingxing. On your days off, the two of you often sit together in the courtyard where you first met, relaxing under the pomegranate tree and enjoying the shade it provides. You lay on the ground, arms and legs splayed out, and let out a yawn.

“Tired, are you? I hope I’m not boring you, apprentice swordsmith,” Jing Yuan teases.

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “Yingxing always scolds me when he catches me napping in the middle of the day, but I just feel so tired sometimes, you know?”

The white-haired apprentice Cloud Knight chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure that Master Yingxing is just concerned about you.”

“Yeah, I know. Ugh, it’s so embarrassing— I accidentally called him Dad the other day when he was scolding me,” you groan, covering your eyes with your arm. “He looked so taken aback, I didn’t know what to do.”

Jing Yuan lays down next to you, crossing his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow. It’s comfortable. “Really? I assumed that the Furnace Master would be overjoyed to hear that from you. You’ve always acted like a kid around him, and he always struck me as the sort of man who would treat his apprentices like his own children.”

“I—“ you pause, removing your arm from your face. “I mean, you’re not wrong. It’s just… been a bit tough for me to face him lately. He has basically raised me since I became his apprentice over a decade ago, but… it’s a weird situation.”

“Ah…” Jing Yuan lets out a thoughtful hum. He knows you should just talk it out with Yingxing, but understands that it’s a tough thing for you to discuss. Unlike you, the furnace master is a short-lived species— you’ve obviously become attached, and though you’ve spent a good amount of your youth being trained by the man, you knew that he would be gone in the blink of an eye in comparison to you. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, ___. You’re smart, after all.”

“I am smart, aren’t I?” You grin widely at the compliment, then look a bit sad. “I… won’t talk about it much more than this, Yuan, and we should talk about something else soon because I know thinking like this could get me in trouble, but… I wish Yingxing could be long-lived like us. I want him to be around for all my milestones, you know? It’s… selfish.”

“It’s not selfish for you to wish for,” Jing Yuan assures. “Sadly, it is not a wish that can be achieved.”

“I know, I know… let’s change topics now,” you sigh, then turn your head to smile at him. “You have an expedition coming up with Jingliu soon, right? Man, I can’t wait to hear all about it…! Do you think you’re gunna lose another sword?”

“That happened once, ___!”

The two of you banter back and forth for a bit before just enjoying the quiet and the artificial sunlight, and the next thing Jing Yuan knows he’s dozed off.

Later, when he wakes, you’re curled up against his side. Your head is laid on his arm, one of your legs is slung over his, your arm is loosely resting across his waist, and your chest—

Jing Yuan feels his face go hot. Your chest is pressed against his side and now it’s all he can think about. He’s a young man after all— and though you prefer to live as gender neutrally as possible, you have the body of a beautiful… person and it’s one that Jing Yuan is undoubtedly attracted to. Often it’s hard to remember due to your preference for unisex clothing and tops a bit too big for you, but you’ve matured.

“Aeons,” Jing Yuan curses under his breath. When he tries to carefully untangle himself from you, you whine, nuzzling against his arm in your sleep and the white-haired man knows he’s absolutely fucked.

With his other hand, the one attached to the arm you aren’t currently resting on, he runs it down his face, covering his mouth and willing his heart to slow down.

He shouldn’t be attracted to his best friend, but he is. You’re kind, funny, and dedicated— your smile is something that never fails to brighten his day. Everything about you, even your flaws, were things that Jing Yuan found endearing and cute and—

Oh. Oh no. He’s in love with you. You snicker a bit in your sleep as though you’re amused by his realization, then roll onto your back, allowing Jing Yuan to gently remove his arm from under your head.

You’re precious to him. You’ve been precious to him for years. For Aeons sake, he can’t figure out when the friendship shared between the two of you blossomed into something more for him.

Before the artificial sun sets, he shakes you awake with a lazy smile and lets you know that you wasted the day napping. You complain that if he was awake, he should have woken you up sooner.

Jing Yuan loves you, he realized it. But he isn’t going to tell you unless you realize it yourself. Instead, he teases you and thinks how he understands now why you’re wary of your attachment to Yingxing, even if his empathy comes from a different place.

After all, the idea of losing you in any way terrifies him.

~*~

You craft something that isn’t a weapon. A floral hair stick with a hair slide, both made of steel.

“And what is this for, Apprentice Swordsmith?” Jing Yuan asks you after you show him.

“It’s for Da—“ you cut yourself off, smiling sheepishly. Ah, you’re still doing that. Thinking of him as your father, but doing your best to use his name and title as if it’ll lessen your attachment. “For Master Yingxing. It’s a gift for his birthday tomorrow. I worked really hard on it— small things like this are much harder to make than weapons... I broke all my other attempts.” You look up into Jing Yuan’s golden eyes, your worries etched on your brow. “Do you think it’s good enough? Should I have crafted him a weapon instead?”

“He’ll love it,” Jing Yuan assures. At his words, you perk up, practically bouncing from foot to foot. “Am I to assume that Master Yingxing’s birthday is the reason why you invited both myself and Master Jingliu to his estate tomorrow night?”

“Yes! I also invited Baiheng and Dan Feng,” you tell your friend cheerfully. “Birthdays are important, after all.” The ‘for short-lived species’ goes unsaid.

“I’m impressed, though,” Jing Yuan picks up the hair stick and slide. “I never thought you of all people would make something so delicate.”

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh, snatching it back and placing it carefully into the box. “I wanted him to have something nice to put in his hair, but I couldn’t find one that I liked in the market… so I figured I could design one myself.”

“It’s well crafted.”

“I’m sure that Master Yingxing could make a better one. He’s so talented— I need to learn as much from him as I can. I mean, look at your guan dao. It’s a work of art— all of the weapons of the High Cloud Quintet are masterpieces.”

Jing Yuan has heard this before. “You should give yourself more credit, Apprentice Swordsmith. The weapons you make for the Cloud Knights—“

“Aren’t good enough,” you interrupt, shaking your head stubbornly. “Not yet.”

Though he doesn’t like it when you’re so hard on yourself, the determined glint in your eyes is more than enough to make his heart flutter. For years, Jing Yuan has allowed his feelings for you to grow, and now they simmer under the surface of every action, word, and thought towards you.

You tuck the box into your bag, then reach out and clasp Jing Yuan’s hand between yours, beaming up at him. Your smile is a sun and it’s all he can do to revolve around you. “I’ve gotta go and pick up supplies for the party tomorrow— see you then?”

“Of course,” Jing Yuan replies, grinning back down at you.

The next day, Jing Yuan arrives at the Yingxing estate with Jingliu, whose red eyes are cold but soften slightly when Yingxing waves at them from the courtyard. She’s close to them, but not with Jing Yuan. The spider lilies are in bloom in the garden, and the leaves of the courtyard’s maple tree almost match them. The aging man stands tall in his casual clothes as they approach, smiling brightly, his long, sandy hair blowing slightly in the breeze. “Jingliu! Jing Yuan! It’s good to see you both, are you well?”

“Yes,” Jingliu answers with a curt nod, a smile forming on her lips as she rests a hand on her hip. “Happy birthday, Yingxing. Have you enjoyed it thus far?”

“I have! Dan Feng arrived earlier and is currently helping ___ bring dinner into the sitting room. Baiheng is there, too,” Yingxing turns around, showing off hair accessories that Jing Yuan recognizes. “And look what my kid made me! Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Your kid?” Jingliu lets out a short laugh. “It’s… sweet how attached you are to your apprentice.”

“They called me dad, Liu. Let me be happy about it,” the furnace master chuckles. “We practically raise our apprentices, after all. And ___ will probably be my only one,” Yingxing adds. His expression changes slightly for a moment, sad, but then he grins and gestures towards the main house. “Let’s go join the others.”

“…Yeah,” Jing Yuan’s master nods. Her expression is more guarded, now, and she glances over her shoulder at Jing Yuan. “You better not be thinking of calling me Mom, Jing Yuan.”

Ah.

As Yingxing bursts into laughter, Jing Yuan understands. This is yet another difference between short-lived and long-lived species… and his master is trying to cheer her friend up. Jingliu is, at times, stubborn to a fault, but she quickly realized what she needed to do for her friend after unintentionally reminding him of his mortality.

Jing Yuan smiles, following after the woman he respects so much. “What, you won’t find it cute if I did?”

“Not at all. It would be much cuter coming from ___.”

“I’m hurt, Master.”

“I agree with Liu— ___ is far cuter than you in every way, Jing Yuan,” Yingxing teases. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“You’re correct,” Jing Yuan smiles. “___ is incredibly cute. I don’t think a cuter person exists.”

Yingxing shoots Jing Yuan a knowing look, and Jing Yuan grins back at him boyishly. Jingliu lets out a small sigh, and the three continue to walk towards the main house. “Are you ever going to tell them, Jing Yuan?”

“I’m waiting for them to realize it themself,” the white-haired knight replies. The three of them drop the conversation as they enter the building, seeing you balancing multiple plates while Baiheng and Dan Feng arrange the dishes on the table.

“Jing Yuan!” Your eyes lock onto his instantly, and a happy look spreads across your face. Then, you look at your mentor and his. “Welcome back, Dad! And hello, Jingliu!”

Jing Yuan smiles. You two must have finally talked it out.

“One would almost think that it’s your birthday today with how excited you are, little ___,” Jingliu comments, crossing her arms.

“I’m just really happy that everyone showed up to celebrate Dad’s birthday with him today!” You respond easily, and the sandy-haired man chuckles, ruffling your hair fondly.

Though you’re all adults, the other four members of the High Cloud Quintet sometimes treat you and Jing Yuan like you’re still kids at these events. The two of you sit together, pouring sweet wine for your elders and feeling happy. At the square table, only three sides are used. Baiheng sits next to Jingliu, Yingxing and Dan Feng sit together, and you sit at the corner between Dan Feng and Jing Yuan. You take pictures of everyone and pass food around and drink along with them, your smile never leaving your face even when it’s time to say goodnight.

Yingxing has an arm slung around your shoulders as you grin up at him in the courtyard with everyone under the maple tree. “Dad, Dad! Did you have a good birthday?” You ask the older man, who ruffles your hair with his other hand.

“Of course I did. I can’t wait for next year.”

Dan Feng watches the two of you with a fond expression, and Jing Yuan feels his heart clench as he realizes that the corners of Yingxing’s eyes didn’t used to crinkle like that when he smiled.

Every year, Yingxing looks a bit older than the rest of his friends.

~*~

Time takes away from you, again and again.

Dan Feng is going to be forced to reincarnate and lose all his memories. None of you are allowed to see him. Once his new incarnation comes of age, he’ll be banished. At the same time, Yingxing is being kept under close watch by you and the remaining members of the High Cloud Quintet.

You’re mad at both of them, but you still feel grateful. Your wish came true, but it’s at the cost of someone else that you cherish. You’re heartbroken, but Yingxing is your dad. He’s the one who taught you how to use the forge, the one who encouraged you, the one who would help bandage your burns, cuts, or scrapes.

For the next century you enjoy your borrowed time. He teaches you more and more and more. Then the mara strikes him— his sandy hair turns black. His eyes change, and he doesn’t recognize you anymore.

“…Dad?”

He doesn’t smile at you. Doesn’t call you his kid, something that always made you happy even though you weren’t a kid anymore. His arms are bound behind his back and he stares at you with empty eyes, now blood red.

“He’s gone, ___,” Jingliu tells you. She looks tired. “…To be struck with mara is to be a long-lived species. It just… happened sooner than we expected after what happened.”

It hurts more, this way. Before, you knew he would be gone before you, but after what Dan Feng and Yingxing had done you let yourself believe that maybe you would still have one of them around for a long time.

It hurts more, this way. Now Dan Feng is gone, and though physically Yingxing is here, he isn’t.

You’re led away by the Cloud Knights after you say your one-sided goodbyes. Time keeps on taking from you.

Jing Yuan comes to visit you. The spider lilies in the garden are blooming again, but now you sit under the maple tree alone, feeling empty. The Cloud Knight Lieutenant says your name, and you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

“…A momento,” Jing Yuan says softly, kneeling down in front of you and taking your hand in his. In it, he places a familiar hair slide and stick. “I’m so sorry, ___.”

Your lip quivers, and you throw your arms around your friend’s neck with a sob.

~*~

You are asked to take on an apprentice after Baiheng passes away, but you don’t take one on. Then, after Jingliu is struck with mara and Jing Yuan goes to confront her, you are offered the position of furnace master. You refuse.

You continue to live in and care for your adopted father’s estate, though you opt to live in the east wing rather than take the main house. Whenever Jing Yuan needs his weapons maintained or repaired, you are the one he goes to. He's an arbiter general now, and you’re proud of him. But now it’s more rare to see him, and now that there are guards stationed at his estate you don’t feel comfortable visiting him. Today, he’s visiting you, and you’ve set up tea in the courtyard under the maple tree.

“I heard you were offered the position of furnace master,” Jing Yuan mentions. You wince under his stare. “Care to explain your refusal?”

“I don’t want to deal with all the politics that you need to deal with now that you’re in a position of power,” you shrug. The man pouts. “Plus, I enjoy what I’m doing now. The forge here is all I need— I don’t need more.”

It’s true. The forge and workshop that Dad had created in the west wing has everything you need to do your work, alone, without strangers peering over your shoulder and commenting on what you should do. What you should make.

“I’ve also heard whispers that you’ve been refusing weapon commissions.”

With a sigh, you put down your teacup. “What is this, an interrogation?”

“Just curiosity. What have you been crafting instead?”

“Tools, armor, and other such things,” you lean your head against your hand. You’re tired of war. Of battle. You’re tired of losing the people you care about. “Your weapons are the only ones I’ll work with now.”

“Oh? I’m the exception then?” Jing Yuan gazes at you curiously, and you smile at him.

“Yes, you’re the exception,” you tell him genuinely. “See, I like making armor and tools more now. I don’t like fighting— I know that it’s necessary sometimes, but I want to help people create. I want to protect them in my own way… I know you’ll use your weapons to protect, so now the only weapons I create will be for you.”

Jing Yuan’s expression softens and he reaches out to place his hand on yours. “You want peace?”

“I do.”

“Then that is what I will aim for as well.”

~*~

Jing Yuan visits as you’re tending to the garden.

“Look, ___! A grimalkin! I’ve named it Mimi.”

You stare at the white fuzzball in your best friend’s arms, and can’t help but reach out to pet the little thing. “A grimalkin? It’s so cute! But aren’t you too busy to take care of a pet?”

Jing Yuan’s eyes hold a spark of mischief. “I’ve decided that Qingzu is going to be responsible for it while I’m busy with my duties.”

Your heart sinks for the Vidyadhara. “Yuan… it isn’t very nice of you to purchase a pet, then have your subordinate be the one to care for it.”

The man had the gall to look offended. “I will care for it. I already feel incredibly fond of Mimi, after all.”

Arms crossed, you give Jing Yuan an unimpressed look. “You know that isn’t what I meant, General.”

“Please, my dear friend, you know I prefer it when you call me by name.”

“Which I would be more than happy to use… were you not using your position to sic your responsibilities on others.”

“You wound me, ___.”

You let out a long-suffering sigh, then bury your hands in Mimi’s fur. “Your owner is awfully irresponsible, isn’t he Mimi? I would like to apologize on his behalf.”

The little grimalkin stares at you with big blue eyes. You feel your heart melt at the sight, and you lean forwards to press a kiss to the top of the pet’s head.

Jing Yuan watches you interact with Mimi and decides that the sight of you and the white-furred grimalkin together was worth every cent he paid to that merchant.

“If you’d like, please feel free to visit Mimi at the Seat of Divine Foresight,” Jing Yuan offers. Since he had taken up the position of Arbiter General, you hadn’t visited him at his home or workplace. If he wants to see you, which he always does, he has to visit your estate or chance to see you at the markets. “Or at my estate, should we not be there.”

You let out a small laugh. “And what reason would a lowly artisan have to even enter the Seat of Divine Foresight, General? I don’t think it would make sense for me to visit your workplace. Especially if I say it’s to play with your pet.”

“The guards at both my estate and the Seat of Divine Foresight know that if you ever come by, you’re to be allowed in regardless of reason, even if I am not there,” Jing Yuan tells you firmly. “And you aren’t a lowly artisan. You’re the only swordsmith who I will allow to handle my weapons as well as my dearest friend.”

You’re surprised by his words. Ever since Jing Yuan had become Arbiter General, you felt like you couldn’t visit him. To learn that the man had given his guards specific instructions to let you in was enough to make your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“Yuan, you really didn’t need to go to all that trouble!”

Jing Yuan grins down at you. “I’d love for you to visit me personally, but if Mimi is the one you come to see, I completely understand.

“Yuan!”

~*~

After Jing Yuan introduces you to Mimi, you try to visit the adorable creature every few weeks when you have time. This continues up until early November, when you leave to spend a couple of months on another Alliance ship to deliver some non-Luofu commissions. When you return in mid-January, it is clear that Mimi is not a grimalkin. Mimi is, in fact, a lion. You have never felt worse for Qingzu. The Vidyadhara looks frazzled when you drop by the Seat of Divine Foresight to play with the not-grimalkin upon your return.

As soon as Mimi sees you, they rise from where they were laying down and pad over to you, brushing their head against you. You look around in alarm, burying your hands in familiar white fur, and soon spot an exhausted looking Qingzu approaching.

“Ah, ___,” Qingzu greets you with a bow. “It has been awhile. Are you here to play with Wave-Treading Snow Lion?”

“…Jing Yuan shouldn’t be allowed to name anything. When and why did he change their name?”

“A couple of days ago,” Qingzu smiles at you but her eyes look empty. “He decided that Mimi didn’t fit as a name anymore.”

“They were raised with the name Mimi. We shouldn’t confuse the poor thing,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “And I’m assuming he’s been making you the primary caretaker of a lion you didn’t ask for?” A nod. “I’m so sorry, Qingzu. Thank you so much— Mimi’s still so sweet and behaved thanks to your care… I’ll talk to the general about this, though. Is he here?”

The exhausted Vidyadhara gives you a thankful look. “Yes, he’s in his office.”

“I’m going to kill him. Ignore the screams.”

“Of course, ___.”

You move through the Seat of Divine Foresight with a mission. Mimi makes a sound akin to disappointment, padding after you. Despite you being away the last few months, it still isn’t unusual for you to visit. You get along well with most of the staff, even. Plus, you’re the only one that seems to be able to talk sense into the general. Some jokingly say that you’re the only one who can tame the man, which always earns an eye roll from you. You don’t even knock before you enter Jing Yuan’s office, and the white-haired general blinks at you sleepily, a lazy smile gracing his lips. You could throttle him, you’re sure of it.

“Ah, ___! You’ve returned. How was your trip?” Jing Yuan asks, and after Mimi has entered the office, you shut the door, storm up to Jing Yuan and place your hands down on his desk, leaning over it to glare at the man. “Ooh… you don’t look happy. What have I done this time?”

“Stop siccing your pet on others!” you snap. Mimi senses your fury and opts to head towards a large pet bed in the corner of Jing Yuan’s office. “And for goodness sake, Mimi is a perfectly fine name. Don’t go changing it on them!”

“But Qingzu does such a good job of feeding and watering Wave-Treading–” Your glare darkens, “Apologies, Mimi. And Qingzu hasn’t complained–”

“You are taking advantage of your position as arbiter general, Jing Yuan. How is she going to complain to you, her superior, about how her superior is taking advantage of his position to make her take care of his pet?! If the next time I visit, Qingzu looks as tired as they do today, I’m going to personally drag you to her by your ear and make you apologize.”

Jing Yuan begins grinning cheekily, as though the idea amuses him. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad…”

“Oh, really?” you reply dryly, moving around the desk and reaching for Jing Yuan’s ear. The man dodges, easily catching your wrist in his hand and tugging you towards him. “I thought you said it didn’t sound so bad.”

“Mmm… But this isn’t the next time you’ve visited. You haven’t yet given me an opportunity to rectify my previous actions,” Jing Yuan pouts. You roll your eyes, moving to sit on the man’s desk. “Though, I don’t particularly mind the idea of your manhandling me.”

Your face heats up. “Don’t talk like that, Yuan!”

He seems to relish in your embarrassment, standing from his desk and leaning in close to you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Talk like what, ___?”

“You know what I mean, General,” you grumble, pushing his shoulder. You’re not unused to being physically close to the man— you grew up together, after all. But this feels… different than usual.

“I missed you while you were away,” Jing Yuan tells you genuinely. “Mimi missed you as well. It was incredibly cute how they followed you in here.”

“Don’t change the subject. You were the one that accidentally adopted a pet lion so—“

He leans in again. “Did you not miss me?”

You feel your heart speed up. “Why are you being so… clingy, Jing Yuan? This isn’t the first time we’ve been apart.”

“Normally you don’t leave the Luofu,” Jing Yuan sighs, resting his head on your shoulder and loosely wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

Your ears feel hot and you have no idea why. This wasn’t the first time Jing Yuan hugged you like this. Why did it feel different now? His unruly hair tickles your cheek, and you hesitantly hug him back. “You’re not going to avoid this conversation forever, you know.”

Jing Yuan hums, nuzzling you, then releases you from his hold with a relaxed expression. “Should I get Qingzu to bring tea—“

“No! I’ll make it myself,” you huff, hopping off the desk and heading towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few moments, and then we’re having a long talk about how you should be treating the ones who work under you.”

“So long as I also get to hear about your trip, then that sounds fine to me.”

~*~

Some of Jing Yuan’s employees had invited you out. They said it was to thank you for helping them deal with the General.

Since your return to the Luofu, the dozing general had stopped giving his subordinates Mimi-related tasks and was handling them himself (although Qingzu was given a raise to continue handling Mimi’s food and water when Jing Yuan was tending to business away from the Seat of Divine Foresight). You personally assisted Jing Yuan with the budget and planning of Mimi’s meals— Mimi did not need fancy cuts of meat and also did not get nearly as much exercise as a wild lion. Therefore, Mimi’s diet was adjusted to suit its lifestyle. Which was, thankfully, much more affordable for the man.

Jing Yuan’s sudden change in behavior in regards to his pet coinciding with your timely return had essentially made you a living legend to all who worked at the Seat of Divine Foresight. So, not seeing a reason to refuse, you joined them for food and drinks at a nearby establishment.

A few hours have passed since you joined them… and you have had far too much to drink. It wasn’t entirely your fault, though. Everyone was offering you drinks and you had trouble telling them no. When you stand to use the restroom, things feel a bit wobbly, and the edges of your vision blur a bit.

Qingzu steadies you. She looks a bit worried. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you laugh. “Just had a bit too much to drink. Be right back.”

After your restroom visit, as you head back to your table where the others are, Jing Yuan enters the eatery. His hair is down, he’s dressed in gray pants and a dark red linen shirt, and the moment he sees you he smiles.

“Yuan!” You greet him cheerfully, taking his hands in yours and smiling up at him. “I didn’t realize you were coming!”

The general notes how you seem a bit off balance, how your eyes can’t seem to focus, and how unguarded your smile is. Ah. You’re drunk. “Qingzu mentioned it to me, so once I was finished with Mimi I came over.”

“Everyone’s been buying me drinks and stuff,” you tell him with a grin. “How much trouble did you put them through while I was away?”

Jing Yuan gazes down at you, feigning innocence. “Oh, I don’t think it was that much.”

“The amount of glasses I’ve been handed tells me otherwise.”

“They could be handing you drinks because of how cute you are,” Jing Yuan offers. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this. Perhaps I should thank everyone.”

“You look smaller without your armor.”

Jing Yuan nearly trips over his own feet, and the look of genuine surprise on his face at your unexpected comment causes you to laugh. “I… didn’t expect that.”

“I mean, you’re not a small person by any means, but it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you outside of your armor. I like it, you look cute,” you begin to ramble. “You’re always cute, though. Except you always seem tired now, so I feel bad wanting to spend time with you since I know you should rest. And you need to get your bangs trimmed, because it’s hard to see both your eyes. They’re very pretty, you know.”

Your best friend begins to laugh, placing his hands on your shoulders and moving to stand in front of you. He looks down at you with an amused, happy grin on his face. “My dear, if you keep talking like that, people are going to get the wrong idea. Come now, let’s return to the others and let them know we’re leaving… I am suddenly feeling awfully tired, and would rather spend my off-time with you privately.”

“But you just arrived! Shouldn’t you have a drink with everyone too?”

Jing Yuan leans down, his voice low. “Oh, I don’t think it would be wise for me to be drinking tonight.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you agree with a hint of uncertainty. Jing Yuan keeps a hand on your back, guiding you towards the employees of the Seat of Divine Foresight, and thanks everyone for treating you and being so welcoming as you follow the general’s lead, being guided to his estate and led inside where Mimi greets you.

Yuan brings you water, and you rest on the floor, using the pet lion as a pillow while you sober up. Your best friend sets himself up next to you, also resting himself on Mimi lazily, and he gazes at you with a softness that makes you feel warm inside. You reach out with both hands and pet Jing Yuan’s hair with a cackle.

The man catches your wrists in one hand, chuckling, and you feel your chest tighten as you stare into his golden eyes and see his boyish grin.

Oh.

Oh no.

His free hand reaches down to ruffle your hair, and you take the opportunity to lower your head and hide your expression. Your face and ears feel hot, feeling mortified by how touchy you’ve been with him— has it just been you being friendly, or were you subconsciously gravitating towards him because you’re attracted to him? And you feel guilty. Because Jing Yuan has always been a good friend to you— your best friend. But maybe you haven’t been thinking of him as a friend— you’ve overstepped. You’ve hugely overstepped.

You ask for more water, your throat feeling even dryer, and Jing Yuan stands to go grab some for you. When he returns and you take the glass, the man gazes at you a bit worriedly and asks if you feel okay.

You don’t.

This realization has made you feel sick, and your head and your heart are starting to hurt because you have drunk way too much and you feel like you have taken advantage of your friendship with your best friend to be so close to him. And he’s sweet, he’s so sweet, rubbing your back as you place your head between your legs and try to sort out your thoughts and blame your nausea on all the alcohol and not your internal crisis.

He doesn’t want you heading home while you aren’t feeling well, even though you insist on it. So you end up sleeping in his guest room with Mimi.

You don’t get much sleep.

~*~

Jing Yuan can tell that you’re avoiding him.

After that night, you seem to only visit Mimi at the Seat of Divine Foresight when he has responsibilities elsewhere. If he sends you a text you respond much like normal, but attempts to call you go straight to voicemail. When he asks you to visit him, or if he can visit you, you’re always too busy, which might have been true… but you still seemed to have time to visit Mimi. Then, the last time he chanced to see you in the markets, you mysteriously disappeared, when before you would cheerfully greet him and chat for a bit.

The Arbiter General feels a tad neglected.

Not wanting this to go on any longer, he decides to drop by your estate unannounced. If you really are just busy, then he will apologize for his rudeness… but Jing Yuan feels that there is something wrong because this feels different.

At your estate, he sees you sitting in the garden under the maple tree with numerous envelopes surrounding you. As soon as you see him, your eyes widen and you stand. “General! What are you doing here?”

General.

Before, his title was only used to tease him. You are not currently teasing him. Still, he stays level headed and places a smile on his lips. “Am I not allowed to visit a friend?”

“I mean, you are… but I’m very busy, see?” You hold up one of the many envelopes surrounding you as Jing Yuan approaches. The General picks up one of the open documents, and you try to snatch it from his hands, horrified. “Don’t— those are personal!”

The General clenches his jaw as he reads over the letter. “These are courtship requests,” he states, voice flat.

You look down at your hands, feeling embarrassment coming off you in waves. “Yeah. I’m looking into them. They’ve been piling up since I returned— apparently I’ve caught the eye of many artisan families.”

The General crosses his arms. Jing Yuan feels… resentful. He isn’t surprised that you have received courtship requests— you’re hardworking, kind, and attractive. However, you have never shown an interest in dating before, happy with his friendship and building positive relationships with the staff at the Seat of Divine Foresight. And your business relationships were all going well from his understanding. Yet, suddenly you’ve taken an interest in more?

A possessive, primal part of him wants to tear up all the requests and make you only see him. After all, no one could care for, cherish, love you more than he has these past few centuries. But the other part of him is just hurt. “And these potential suitors… matter more than spending time with me?”

“No!” You shake your head frantically, reaching for his wrist, then faltering before you actually touch him.

This won’t do. Jing Yuan thinks, frowning. You had never held yourself back from touching him before. But now, you’re lowering your shaky hands down to your side, refusing to meet his gaze and staring down at the ground. “Dearest, what’s wrong?” He asks, concern lacing his words as he reaches out to hold your hand.

You step back, barely dodging him, holding your hands to your chest, and when your eyes lock onto his he can see it— fear. You’re scared and Jing Yuan has no idea why. The white-haired man’s golden eyes widen, and he feels his throat tighten uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, hiding your face in your hands. You seem so small like this. Jing Yuan hasn’t seen you this scared since… since Yingxing was mara struck. “Please don’t touch me, Jing Yuan. I can’t— I don’t think I can handle it right now, it's too much.”

“___…”

“I’m so, so sorry,” you tremble, now wiping your eyes as tears form. “Please don’t be mad. It’s all my fault, I’m sorry. I’m just looking into them to try and fix things, then I can be around you again.”

Jing Yuan steps forward, grabbing your wrists and forcing you to stop hiding from him. You weakly try to tug yourself free as you cry, and Jing Yuan lowers the two of you to the ground, kneeling in front of you. “Tell me what’s wrong, ___. Please. I can’t stand to see you like this.”

“I’ve been a terrible friend,” you sniffle, staring into Jing Yuan’s eyes. You look pained, and he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “I’ve been hugely overstepping and taking advantage of our friendship, and it’s unfair to you, and I’m so, so sorry.”

Jing Yuan releases your wrists and pulls you into his chest, hugging you close. “You have never taken advantage of our friendship,” he assures, but you shake your head as you melt into his hold, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Even now,” you cry. “I can’t stop thinking— My heart shouldn’t feel like it’s about to burst because you’re here. I’m so happy that you’re here, and I feel so guilty, because I still want more. It’s selfish. I should be happy with just this, I shouldn’t want to be closer to you— when did I start wanting to be closer?!”

His hold tightens on you, and his heart beats faster. You’ve realized it. You’ve finally realized it. Jing Yuan can’t help it, even as you’re crying and rambling into his chest, he grins. And, Aeons, he’s going to take his time with you. Everything has hit you all at once, but he’s been patient for centuries.

It’s time for him to be selfish.

“Trust me, ___,” he chuckles into your ear, pulling back and smiling down at you with half-lidded eyes barely concealing his joy. “You aren’t being selfish at all.”

#honkai jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #blade is yingxing #hsr spoilers #hsr writing #self ship #self indulgent fanfic

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resowrites · 11 months

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Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

Summary: Henry attempts to put a cot together…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2099

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

The noises from the nursery were growing louder and louder. Eventually, she decided she'd have to go investigate. She pushed back the door to find Henry in the middle of the room, kneeling over a booklet of instructions. Nuts, bolts, and long planks of wood were scattered everywhere. "Good God, it sounded like a gorilla enclosure in here… I'll have to put a picture of you on the wall with all the other animals—"

"I'm trying to put this sodding cot together, okay?! The instructions are a bloody nightmare…"

"Well, can I help? Surely it can't be that difficult, it's only four sides after all."

"No, it's fine. I don't want you doing any lifting—"

"Well that's not like you…" He rolled his eyes.

"Still, I'd rather we erred on the safe side." She huffed and leaned against the wall while Henry muttered to himself. "Take a seat, I want you off your feet."

"Yes, m'lord! Shall I have a kip while I'm at it?" He locked eyes with her again.

"Why, are you feeling tired? Darling you must rest—"

"Henry I was joking! Stop being such a fusspot. And hand me those instructions or they'll have left home by the time you're finished." Henry sighed but handed her them nonetheless. "Right, first thing's first, do we have all the parts?" He cast a glance around him.

"As far as I can tell—"

"Good, now do you understand that a failure to heed the warnings and follow the assembly instructions could cause serious injury and/or death?"

"Will you just get on with it?!"

"Calm your knickers! If you want I'll wait while you go look for a hard hat…" Henry harrumphed. "Okay, so first you're gunna want to attach middle rear leg E to middle panel A1…" She looked at the pieces dotted around his feet. "Those two bits there, you'll also need three fifty-five millimetre bolts—"

"Fifty-five? That can't be right…" He grabbed the booklet from her hands.

"I think you'll find it is. And don't forget the Allen key—"

"Yes, I know that! Bloody woman pointing out the obvious…" Henry mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, love. Right, what now?" He finished tightening the last screw and awaited the next instruction.

"Okay, you need to insert three wooden dowels into those holes…" Henry looked up and eyed her suggestively. "Oh, stop it! And they need to go there, not in those ones."

"… Are you sure we aren't having sex?" She rolled her eyes.

"Right, you now need to attach slats H through four with five dowels."

"Just five?"

"Yes you gobshite, now do as you're bloody told—" He tutted.

"Fine, where do they need to be slotted?"

"Well bend over and I'll take a look—"

"Lovely, are there any more you want me to stick up there?!"

"Yeah, bars F, G, thirteen, and four need to go on the other side. Come on, shift it, I don't have all day!" Henry scrambled for the right pieces and hammered them into position. "You can also take your tank top off if you want, make things a bit more exciting…"

"I thought you weren't in the mood?"

"Well, it's hardly a turn-on having to tell you what to do—"

"Since when?! And give me that, if you can follow it it should be a piece of piss…"

"Should be but isn't." She bit back a laugh when he looked up at her annoyed.

"Christ, I don't understand any of this… why would the forty-five-millimetre bolts need to go in the back and not the longer ones?"

"Cos longer's usually better?"

"Oh just shut up and hand me six of the M6 bolts please!"

"You sure they're the right ones and not just the ones you want to use? Anyway, you're closer, I thought you didn't want me to lean down?!" Henry huffed. "Nope, those aren't the right ones…" He snapped to his feet.

"Fine! You do it Miss Smart Arse, seeing as I'm the one who apparently can't read instructions—"

"Well are you sure you're reading the English side, not the French?" Henry turned to storm off. "Whoa there Nelly, I was only joking. God, what's gotten into you? Why are you taking this so seriously?"

"Because I want to be able to do as much as I can for you both. It's bad enough I'm already forty—"

"Wait, hang on. What do you mean?" He looked down at the floor, his eyes beginning to well.

"I mean, I'll be an older dad Ollie. I won't get the same amount of time with them as you will…" She tilted her head sadly and cupped Henry's face in her hands. "Then there'll be the times I won't be here and that'll rob me of them even more."

"Oh, darling. Look… nothing in life is promised. What I do know for sure is they'll be surrounded by so much love. You're going to be a fantastic dad, Henry. There's no one else I'd rather have in your place. Well… no one I've met." They smirked at each other.

"You're right. Besides, you could always go first…" She kicked him in the shin.

"As if I'd get that lucky! Remember though, I work for myself and you also have a lot of flexibility. But either way, I'll do everything I can to make sure you get as much time with them as possible. I mean, not too much of course, that would hardly be right…" Henry smiled at her again.

"You'd really do that for me?"

"For the three of us, of course! I don't want you to miss out on them growing up either. We're a team, remember? And baby's not going to change that." He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You make me so happy." She tutted.

"Soppy bollocks…" But they shared a kiss and Henry held her close, gazing down at the bump hitting his stomach. "I'm sorry, I was just panicking. You're showing now and it's feeling that much more real—"

"I know sweetheart, I worry about what kind of parent I'm going to be as well. But we both learned a lot from our childhoods and I'm sure we'll make the right choices." She gave him another kiss, patted his chest, and smiled. "For now though I think I’ll leave you to it, the instructions just repeat themselves for the next few pages so you should survive…" Henry gave her an anxious look.

"I'm sorry I'm not more handy, either. God, I just don't understand it… I can put a PC together but not a bloody cot!"

"Yeah, cos you're overthinking it! So long as it doesn't collapse inwardly on our child, I can't ask for anymore." He smirked and spanked her backside.

"Go on, get out of here. I'd rather go without your encouragement if that's the best you can do!" She gave Henry a wink and disappeared from the room.

***

"Knock, knock, how are you getting on?" She opened the door to find the cot almost finished. The view of their nearly complete nursery took her breath away. "Wow, I knew you could do it! And it only took the rest of the day…" He tutted as he picked up some spare screws from off the floor. "Seriously though, it looks great, how hard was it in the end?"

"Not bad actually, I mean I almost threw it out of the window at one point, but I made it work."

"Oh, I thought that was one of our neighbour's screaming 'fuck’ at the top of their lungs…" She then eyed the screws in Henry's hand. "How many of those do you have leftover exactly?"

"Not many thank you very much!"

"And they came with the cot didn’t they?"

"Well, where else would they have come from?!"

"Your head maybe?"

"Hysterical. Why don't you come and inspect my handy work if you're that concerned?!" She stepped up to the cot and jiggled several of the bars.

"Mmm, not too far apart, that's good. At least they won't get stuck." He rolled his eyes. "Not sure those drawers are plumb though…"

"What do you mean?! They're dead straight!" But she was too busy testing out one of the dropsides. As soon as she lifted it, it whooshed back into place with a sickening clank.

"Jesus Christ, that could take someone's head off!"

"Well, I followed the pissing instructions! What more can I do?!"

"Build a bloody cot, not a guillotine!" Henry sighed and referred back to the booklet.

"Ah, I see. I haven't lined up these two casings correctly…"

"Well I hope that's the extent of the snags, I'm scared to touch the sodding thing now…" He pursed his lips and before she knew it, she was quickly whipped into the cot.

"There, see! Sound as anything! If it can take you it can take any baby—"

"Henry, will you get me out of here, please?! This whole thing's gunna collapse!"

"Oh shush and go to sleep, or do you need burping?"

"HENRY!!!"

"Alright, alright." He carefully lifted her out and she thwacked his arm the minute her feet hit the ground. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"You know what for, I can't get up as easily anymore!" She pointed at her bump.

"Oh please, you struggled to do that anyway," another thwack landed on Henry's arm.

"Just for that, you're not getting the snack I bought up here."

"What do you mean? What snack?" He sighed and picked up his screwdriver when she walked off. She returned moments later, however, holding a plate piled high with thickly cut sandwiches. Henry's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Other than terrorising your pregnant wife and building a death trap, you've done a wonderful job. I'm so proud of you darling and I can't thank you enough, the nursery looks amazing. I can't believe it's finished, are you excited? Before we know it we'll have a little one rolling around in there!" She pointed eagerly toward the tiny mattress.

"I know, the last few months really have flown by. It's going to be so weird having another person in the house!"

"You're telling me, you won't be the loudest, stinkiest one here anymore—" she stopped mid-sentence. "Wait a minute. Is it me, or is the whole thing on the conk?" He quickly stepped into her line of sight.

"Nah, that's just a trick of the light. Well, thanks for the sarnies, you best be getting on—"

"So it is bloody wonky?! I knew it! Did you not put the feet on?" She squatted low to examine the floor.

"Uh-uh, no you don't. Come on, get up please, you know I don't want you in that position—"

"Since when?" Henry rolled his eyes.

"Alright I confess, I haven't attached all the feet just yet as the whole thing was getting a bit heavy—"

"Well let me help--"

"No fucking fear!"

"Oh, Henry I'm not stupid!"

"Well, you could have fooled me! Remember that spice rack you tried to put up? Ten minutes afterward it crash-landed on the oven—"

"Yeah, cos you gave me shit screws - there and elsewhere!" His mouth fell open.

"Well I won't even dignify that with a response—"

"Yeah, cos you don't have one." Henry looked up at the ceiling and tried not to laugh.

"Darling, you can mouth off all you like, this is my job and I'm going to finish it. Now off you fuck."

"Well, what choice do I have…"

"Ollie, will you please just piss off?!"

"Fine! When you're done stuffing your face, come hop in the shower with me…"

"God bless those pregnancy hormones—"

"Oh please! You're just all sweaty, you'll stink up the bed later—"

"Sure. I'm thirsty as well, ya didn't by any chance happen to bring up a lager?" She smiled knowingly and handed him a tall tin can from the pocket of her jumper.

"Trust you to sniff that out. Oh and keep that Allen key handy as well, you can bleed all the radiators once you're finished."

"God, you'll work me to bloody death at this rate!"

"Henry, you've got off easy. You're not the one having to carry another person around, have them squish your organs, go into labour, give birth—"

"No, but I'm still having to hear all about it!" Her eyebrows hit the ceiling. "I'm kidding, if you're that helpless, go get all soaped up and I'll be in to scrub your back…" Henry spanked her backside once more and she walked off holding up her middle finger.

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Levi x Reader

can’t touch.

summary: drabble based of my lovely friend Sky ( @chaotic-on-main) post.

warnings: nsfw. MDNI. 18+. Lots of teasing, but still Dom!levi in the end cause I prefer it. Fingering. Penetration.

you don’t have to read sky(i know how you feel about smut) i just was inspired!

“God you’re such a brat.” Levi moans in your ear as you push his hands to the side. You had a good day today, it was a lowkey day of prep for an expedition next week. No fighting, no death…just peace. For once. This put you in a good mood, so you headed to your boyfriends bedroom for a little fun.

Unfortunately for him, that fun included you being the brat he so often said you were. So here you were grinding on his lap,wearing nothing but a short little dress forcing his hands away from touching any part of you. He was desperate, you’d never seen this look in his eyes. This utter desperation.

“You think you’re funny, getting me all worked up. Touching me like you were in that meeting?” he tries again to place his hands on your hips, your breasts, anywhere he could touch you; but you push him away again. You won’t let him have the satisfaction.

“Levi, baby you seem tense.” you whisper as you lean back removing yourself from his lap. His eyes follow you as you slip your panties down your legs, throwing them in his direction. You lay yourself on his bed dress hiked up just enough for him to see the outline of your ass, your wet pussy that he so desperately wanted to taste, to touch, to feel around his throbbing cock.

“Y/N fuck, please stop fucking with me.” Levi attempts to join you on the bed, but you push him to the end with your foot, making sure to open your legs so he gets a full view. He’s whimpering at this point, his voice breathy sounding more desperate as the seconds pass. His cock is twitching in his pants. He’s never felt so desperate for anything, all he wants is to shove his cock inside you and punish you for being the little brat you are.

“Why would I do that? When this is so much fun.” You crawl to him, unfastening his belt, pulling his pants off of him until he’s lying there in a t-shirt and boxers. The look in his eyes is a mixture of hunger and torment. He tries again to touch you as you your lips meet his but you pin his arms behind him. As much torment as he’s in, he could easily overpower you. He’s done it so many times before in bed, but he doesn’t. He’s enjoying this, deep down.

You rub his cock over the fabric as your kisses grow deeper. Slowly, carefully not giving him the intensity you know he wants. “I’m so wet for you Levi, do you wanna feel?” You whisper seductively in his ear. “Fuck, yes. Please.” He begs, kissing you hungrily, teeth slightly gnawing at your lower lip. You take his hand and brush it slightly over your clit, letting out a small moan but still not letting him fully touch you. “Do you feel how wet I am for you captain?”

“Mhmmm.” He breathlessly moans into your lips. “ Y/N stop fucking teasing me, holy shit.” You giggle, seeing Levi like this was rare. It was usually him doing all the teasing, you loved how dominant he was with you. How much control he took, he hated that the tables were turned.

“Alright captain. Take me than.” You say as you let go of his hand, you pull off your dress so you’re completely naked, letting him touch you the way he wants to. He massages your clit as he shoves two fingers inside you, hard and fast. He relishes the warmth of your cunt, pushing his fingers deep, causing little moans to escape your lips. He pushes you down on the bed so he’s hovering over you, his weight on top of you, kissing down your neck until he reaches your breast taking one his mouth, biting at your nipple. You yelp in pain.

“Wanna tease me all fucking day? You’re gunna pay for that. You’re gunna be a good girl now huh?” He says before entering you. Lifting both your legs above your head so he can fuck you deep. “Finally gunna let me fuck you like the little brat you are?” He takes no time hurrying his thrusts, one hand around your neck squeezing slightly. His cock fills you up so nicely, the way it penetrates your walls has you a moaning mess beneath him. “God, your fucking tight.” His thrusts are hard and fast, one hand still squeezing your throat the other placed roughly against the headboard.

“Fuck…you f-feel so good Levi. D-don’t stop.” Your hands grip the sheets beneath you. Your hips bucking up into his. Your hands are against his back, digging into his flesh at the pain mixed with euphoria you’re feeling. He grabs your cheeks making you look him in the eye. “You’re gunna cum with me like a good little girl, not yet.” He demands, letting you go as your head falls back against the headboard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Get on all fours.” He demands, and you oblige. He enters you from behind, grabbing your hips and forcing your ass closer and closer to him with each thrust inside you. You can feel yourself getting closer, you don’t know if you can hold out.

“P-please baby, I can’t hold out much longer.” You whine as your orgasm approaches. “Not yet.” His thrusts become almost erratic, he can’t hold out much longer either. He grabs your hair, jolting your head back to look at him. “Now.” He demands.

“F-fuck.” You moan, breathlessly yelling his name over and over. Your legs begin to shake, making it almost impossible to keep your position as you cum around his cock. He flips you over, shoving his cock in your mouth. You start greedily sucking as he finishes within seconds inside, forcing himself down your throat until you’ve swallowed every last drop of his cum.

He collapses onto the bed next to you. Breathless, his raven hair stuck to his forehead in sweat. You both lie still for a few seconds, catching your breathe. Your head still reeling, before he leans over places a kiss to your lips and gets up. Your head still spinning you watch as he gathers your clothes, tossing yours to you.

“Clean up and let’s go eat dinner. Afterwards I’ll show you again what you get for being such a tease.”

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 11 months

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Hey, could you do a rottmnt boys with a dragon yokai S/O who's roughly 8' foot, really tough scales, and is a bit of an older sister/mom friend.

Thanks, I love everything you do ❤️💙💜🧡

Thank you for the kind words :)

I've already done 2012 Leo with a dragon Reader, check it out if you want!

Raph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey x dragon yokai Reader

Raph

★ Canonically Raph is six feet tall, so you are taller than him by two feet. The hight difference between the two of you makes him blush. He's not used to being around someone who is taller than him.

★ He's always had to be the responsible one in his family so giving someone to share that burden is a godsend. The first time you showed concern over him getting hurt he froze up because he didn't know what to do.

★ Don't even get me started on when you clean up after him. He feels really bad about making a mess but with his size it is unavoidable, it's something that you both know well.

★ I like the trope of dragons hoarding treasure but imagen your "treasure" being stuffed animals. Hear me out. Just think about him walking into your home expecting it to be full of treasure. Only to see a literal mountain of stuffies in front of him. He'd be smitten.

★ Mom friend head cannons! (Might have repeated some stuff)

Leo

★ Lord knows that this guy needs a mom friend to keep him in line. Remember the episode where he continuesly eats poison? When you found out you dragged him to his room by the tails of his mask and lectured him for about a hour.

★ He's a little scared of you, not gunna lie. Leo would never admit it though. If anyone in his family found out they all would start threatening to invite you over when he's back on his bullshit.

★ He pushes every button you have but it's worth it because he would give up anything for you. And you would do the same. The things you put up with in the name of love....

Donnie

★ At first he hated it when you motherd him. He doesn't need to be babied! Honestly he only hates it because it's a blow to his bad boy image. Later when you start to date he can't get enough, just as long as his family isn't in the room.

★ He has a bad boy image to maintain, so don't try to dote on him in public. If you do you will get a death glare because he can't bring himself to push you away.

★ Similar to 2012 Leo you gotta hide your mystical valuables from him. But unlike Leo's 2012 counterpart he doesn't want to give them back two there original owner. He wants to study any/all mystical items you have.

Mikey

★ Big lady! Please carry him when he doesn't want to get up. The only person who has been able to carry him in the past 5 years is Raphael. He does the grabby hands thing and everything to try and get you to pick him up.

★ The size difference between the two of you is great because you always end up being big spoon while cuddling. This includes making massive pillow forts in the lair to binge watch shows and have lazy days in.

★ He practices drawing dragons in a traditional Japanese art style (also known as ryu or tatsu). Your figure is really unique and it inspires him to draw more inhuman characters.

★ Although he loves it when you pick him up, it can be very scary when you fly high up with him. It takes him awhile to warm up to it, pretty funny considering his future self floats. (that's basically flying, right?)

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise mikey #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #michelangelo headcanon #michelangelo x reader #raphael headcannons #raphael x reader #leonardo headcanons #leonardo x reader #donatello headcanons #donatello x reader #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt donatello

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I've been holding it off, but I finally watched Solar's goodbye…

YEAH, IT FUCKING BROKE ME, GODDAMN- I DON'T THINK, I'VE CRIED THIS MUCH IN A WHILE- I aint surviving this one, chief-

The absolute fucking pain in their voices, Moon literally falling to his knees- We've never seen him this broken down, not even in his worst moments! The horror and sorrow in Sun's voice…

FUCK, THE "I'm proud of you, both of you" GOT THE WATERWORKS RUNNING- He sounds like a big brother saying goodbye, it's so painful… MY BOY-

Not the forget, when he called them his family, and how proud he was to call them that…he loved them so damn much, adored them! After everything he's been through, after everything he lost, he finally found a home, and now he's dying… He didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to his two youngest! Barely holding himself together as he tried to reassure and comfort Sun and Moon, before fear took hold and he told them, that he didn't want to go!

And of course there are Earth and Lunar…oh god, I'm so afraid of their reactions! Solar's been their emotional support throughout all of it! His bond to them was truly special! He has always been there to calm Lunar down and reassure them, and he's always been so incredibly sweet and protective towards Earth! Just a few days ago, they were spending time together…hell, they probably saw him a few hours prior to his death!

They are going to break… Earth has never lost someone close to her before, she has never experienced grieve before, it's going to hit her like a train wreck!

And Lunar, god, Lunar! Solar was the one who gave them solitude, first put them on a path of healing by simply being there and loving them! This will break them! How will their powers act through grieve??

My heart is shattered…

-Stardust, trying his best to hang on

I KNOWWWWWW AUAUAUAUAUAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Solar sounded so frantic as he spoke too it made me SO EMOTIONAL 😭😭😭 AND YEAH THE FACT HE WAS FINALLY HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE AND ADJUSTED TO HIS PLACE IN THEIR FAMILY AND HE COULDN'T EVEN STAY LONG ENOUGH FOR IT. AUGH. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO THE YOUNGEST!!!!! HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO EVEN THINK OF A MESSAGE TO PASS ON. EXPLODES ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!

AND I KNOW I'M SO NERVOUS TOOOOO!!!!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENTS FOR THEM TO EXPERIENCE THE LOSS OF A FAMILY MEMBER. I already know their reactions are going to have me crying ALL over the place I'm not READYYYYY UGH 😭 AND GHOD. YEA LUNAR'S POWERS W/ A LOSS LIKE THIS,,,,, I ALREADY KNOW THATS NOT GUNNA HELP W/ THE ASTRAL BODY SITUATION ☹️☹️☹️ SADNESS EVERYWHERE

#asks #anon #stardust anon #I FEEL LIKE WE NEVER EVEN TRULY GOT TO KNOW SOLAR EITHER ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️#Theres still so many questions I have about his past (PRIMARILY with his Sun) and now we just have to /live/ with that #It's messing w/ me SO BAAADDDD #WORLD IS A FUCK 💔💔💔💔#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #tsams spoilers #sams spoilers #sams solar #angst

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smuttyworks · 11 months

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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step.

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath.

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly.

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

#brandon carver #brandon carver smut #brandon carver x reader #Brandon carver fluff #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd imagine #alex meraz #the reapers #the walking dead #the walking dead smut #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fluff

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whysodelirious08 · 2 years

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Don't Disappear - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

A/N: I'm really gunna try on this lmao but if it doesn't work or it's really bad, oh well. Let me know. This is also based in a time where its not so much based around the powers and upside-down, and Eddie doesn't, you know in this world I'm making.

- Please do not copy and repost elsewhere or steal my works. Thank you. -

[THIS TOOK ME 14 HOURS TO WRITE PLEASE READ IT LMAO *Crying*]

This is a dark fic! MINORS DNI. 18+. Read all TWs first. It's a horror/Thriller/Gore/Suspense. Smut at the end! So you can skip it if it's not your thing. :))

Ship: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

(friendship but some feelings and kissing/making out. Maybe a relationship? I guess I'll know when I finish writing or you finish reading lol)

Plot: You and Eddie have been best friends since forever, you grew up together at the trailer park and were inseparable up until you disappeared, that was when you were both thirteen. Now you were nearly twenty and you're suddenly at high-school, avoiding him at every moment so that you don't have to reveal the dark truth. The tension builds, you argue, feelings are revealed and a new lease on life blossoms.

Word count (story content only. Not story info/notes/dates): 10k (10,824)

TW: Hidden feelings, Dark past, Tension, Avoidance, Vocal Arguments, Slight grabbing and pulling, Kissing/making out, Smut, Lying, Bullying, Blood, Kidnapping, On the run, Alcoholic parents, Drugs, Verbal abuse, Slurs, men eyeing up minor (briefly mentioned in summery), talk of death, swearing, 18+.

(If I've forgotten any TWs please comment below, politely.)

Note: (Up until 12th October 1979, everything written before dated timestamp takes places from September 1978 - October 1979)

You and Eddie had known each other since you were toddlers, him being a few months older than you which he always used as an excuse to get what he wanted, despite the fact he would almost always give into you after, just wanting to make a point. For the both of you, days consisted of make believe adventures and searching each others homes for enough money to get some candy while you walked around the outskirts of the trailer park. Though those days hunting for money was also a fear filled missions, worrying your parents would catch you and proceed to lock you in your bedroom for stealing. Eddie knew to be cautious, you two had signals and expressions so subtle that no one ever noticed. Though you wouldn't know that wasn't part of a regular childhood until later.

"Hey! Hurry up! He's going you see you!" Eddie pleaded in a voice just above a whisper, his eyes locked onto your father walking down the gravel path, coming back from work. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you could almost hear Eddie's too. Your tiny, twelve-year-old hands fumbling to pull the dollar bill from under the tight space of the cushion, the couch being the first spot you always checked. Neither of you had expected your father to come home early, as a result a dollar would have to do for now. You finally grabbed it and shoved it into your shoe, putting the couch back together and moving to the nearest space; the kitchen, as your father walked in.

He eyed you up and down, stopping where he was with a judgemental stare. You grabbed a cold glass of water and offered it.

"Welcome home, daddy..." You smiled, not too sweet but just enough. He grunted and took the glass, watching as you slipped away and out of the home. Your hands were visibly shaking, Eddie noticed and took one of them.

"I'll be back soon, daddy. We're going to walk about while it's still light" You called and waited for some acknowledgement before the two of you bolted out of there, tears brimming in your eyes, the adrenaline rushing through you was now settling. Eddie's hand, a little bigger in comparison, still clung to yours. He didn't say anything for a while, you noticed in his eyes that he had been just a terrified in that moment. You both sat on a grassy patch a ways from any of the trailer homes, you found yourself sniffling a little though the shock had worn off.

Sure, Eddie was usually argumentative, stubborn and prone to acting out but not to your or his family, you both knew better than that. He had tried it once, you had watched in fear the entire time as your father pinned him against the flimsy kitchen wall, you thought Eddie might've actually gone through it into the bathroom at one point. Both of you left your home and neither went back for that night. You had stayed at Eddie's, curled up in the same bed with what was left of a crumbling comic. None of the kids liked you or Eddie, you were always at school and he never was, when he finally did get into school he met a group of boys who were obsessed with a new found game called Dungeons and Dragons and that was when things started to get rocky between you two.

He spent more time away from the trailer park, leaving you with your alcoholic and abusive family, you two only saw each other at school and without him to step in, bullies quickly took that opportunity to separate you and bully you so badly that at times you even skipped school which became a concern for teachers, this lead to house calls where your parents had then find out that you were skipping and punished you harshly. This only lead to more days out of school as you waited for the bruises to heal. You two soon bickered any time you saw each other, you were lonely and you were always met with Eddie's guilty expression hidden by anger. This started a year before things took a frightening and a life changing turn for you, and an endless amount of guilt for Eddie as you would find out later on.

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5th November 1978 [Saturday]

(A year before the event. An interaction with Eddie where it becomes evident things are not the same between you at school or home anymore)

You had been trying to talk to Eddie the entire day but now it was lunch and he had brushed you off three times, he tried to be nice to you but he still gave his excuses. You huffed as you sat at a table that was next to his, your back to his. And then came Francis Carmen, the boy who bullied you the most, even outside of school back when Eddie never attended.

"Oh look! It's the rat girl! Too poor to get new clothes Y/N?" He teased with a laugh as he grabbed your hair and let it slide from his fingers, admittedly it was messy and tangled but you barely had time in the day to look after yourself anymore. At twelve years old you were made to attend school, complete homework, clean, cook and run errands.

You hated that laugh. You wanted to take it and bottle it up, throw it into a well so he could never laugh like that to you or anyone ever again. He continued to ruthlessly tear into your appearance, your family, your lack of friends. Your glanced over at Eddie with a pleading look, he had usually defended you by now, way before it ever got to this point but he just frowned and turned away. Your heart sunk to your stomach and you know right then and there he had separated himself from you.

"Just leave me alone!" You asked quietly standing up with your tray of untouched food, taking what you were able to carry and just dumped the rest.

"What was that? Did you just talk back? Feeling brave, Rat?" He said as he headed toward you but you rushed out just in time.

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The rest of that year had been a blur of insults from Francis, arguments with Eddie and bad grade reports from teachers. And of course being thrown about and yelled at by your parents. On Christmas break you got work from around town just to be away from home since you had no school for a while, sometimes finding anywhere else to sleep. Occasionally Eddie would come and talk but the conversations were short with a lot of silences in between.

"If you don't want to be my friend anymore, just say it. You don't have to pretend anymore. You have your new friends. You don't have to come and hang out with me just to make me feel better..." You stated as you sat on the tire swing, Eddie was stood behind you, you couldn't even face him.

You knew Eddie had a tendency to say things he didn't mean when his anger sparked up. This time was no different.

"No. I don't wanna be friends with you. You're clingy and annoying. And you're weak! So stop talking to me at school. Just stay away from me" He spat, his words like a spear through your heart. You said nothing, you couldn't do anything other than let the tears fall though they were hidden from sight as Eddie walked away. That was the last time you would hang out before the event took place.

(Converstation took place in December. Life carried on as usually until the next timestamp, when the both of you are now thirteen)

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12th October 1979 [Friday]

(This is the day and the days thereafter the event took place. I will give some backstory first and proceed with the dark, violent, Gore event; kidnapping. You may skip over this and just acknowledge it was a kidnapping).

You had just celebrated your thirteenth birthday just a few days prior, having actually gotten a cake from your sober parents, you didn't know why they were being so nice and despite the fact you found it very suspicious, you didn't want your questioning and worries to ruin the first birthday in a very long time that was normal. The day had been nice, you had gotten to sleep in and was greeted with a gift and a cake, as well as smiles from your mother and father. You made a wish and opened your gift, spending the morning eating cake for breakfast while your parents left you with minimal chores for that day. It was nice actually, though it would have been nicer with Eddie. You had never celebrated a birthday without him before.

But now it was back to your normal life yet your parents had been out of the house more than usual, without explanation. You had tried not to question it but the worries creeped in. On this particular night though, your parents called, which they never did.

"Hey Love, I'm going to need you to do a favour for me" Your mother's voice was soft yet sounded strained as if she had been or was crying. You found yourself frowning as you stood awkwardly waiting, nodding before remembering you had to actually talk.

"Y-Yeah sure..." You stammered out after a moment of silence you shared. A wave of unease washing over you but you didn't know why.

"I need you to go and hang out at a friend's or something. Just leave the trailer park for a few hours. Can you do that? It's complicated but can you just do that? For me?" She pleaded, her voice was so thick with desperation that you couldn't bring yourself to even ask why. Again you nodded but spoke up too. Your breaths were getting heavier as a thick feeling of fear tightened around your throat. The call didn't last long after that and you tried to rush to get dressed into something warm and to find some money just in case but you froze as you opened the rattling draw of cutlery.

A heavy set of winter boots met the weak wood of the steps just outside the front door. A shadow of a man. No. Of multiple men. Outside your home. You could barely swallow the lump in your throat, they waited while you waited, seeing who was going to move first. You notice that the fact they were unmoving was enough evidence that they knew you were there. Your hand slid into the draw, pulling out the biggest knife you could feel while not looking away. You noticed a hand move to what told you was the doorhandle, jaw clenched so tightly your teeth hurt, your knuckles white while you desperately gripped the handle of the knife. You had never so much as fought back against your father let alone anyone else.

And then a loud ring blared through the home. Simultaneously the front door opened. You reached for the phone, answering in fearful cries as you were grabbed by the waist from behind, a deathly grip pulling you away from the kitchen and the phone that was in it. You heard your father on the phone, you called for him.

"Daddy! DADDY HELP ME! DADDY PLEASE-" You could all but scream as you clung to the phone, as if talking into the phone was a better option that using the knife in your hand. You could hear his sobs down the phone and his pleads of forgiveness. Your mother's too. You tried. You did. You tried to fight them off with the knife but you were too weak, to frail to even do any actual damage other than a few cuts on their faces. Your fighting ended when you were launched back and hit your head against the counter, the last thoughts you remembered was why no one came to help, why, in a trailer park full of people, did no one come to help. They just stayed away in fear as your small body was carried into a car and you weren't seen again. Not for a long time.

During your time being held captive you were made to be a cute little waitress to some lowlives in a house. You weren't told why you were taken for a number of years. And the men did nothing other than ogle at your child body, until you were eighteen and only then did they start to grab you, of course others had tried before then but the "House Rules" were strict. Disgusting men that still had rules and morals apparently.

That was not to say they didn't thow you about when you disobeyed. They would beat you senseless, call you names, starve you, leave you in a room with nothing to sleep. You tried to escape so many times but you never could. You lost hope when you were told by the drunk version of the man who kidnapped you that your parents owed him money and gave you up in place of the money because they couldn't pay it back. After hearing that, your thirteenth birthday made a lot more sense. You could do nothing but just obey mindlessly from then on, your determination had ceased, no hope, you just felt so entirely numb that you couldn't focus on anything, you spiraled. You let them do whatever they wanted, you had no other choice and you figured you would die here anyway. That was until a rival group of criminals raided the house, and when they found you they clearly wasn't going to spare you. Despite being thin and weak like you had been before, no matter how weak you felt that adrenaline rush of a chance of freedom was something you were not going to let go. From the large spears of wood from the door where the armed man had kicked it open, you picked the nearest that was able to do the most damage. Sure, he threw you like a ragdoll but you could handle more than that, you had dealt with worse.

You growled lowly, you felt such an animalistic rush, a need to survive at that moment. Your legs trembled, tears were falling qns yet you were still standing. They raised their gun but even still you ducked and lunged forward, the base of the wooden shard against your stomach as you forced it into them, feeling the warm red liquid soon connect with your hands. Your eyes erratically looked for an exit. The window. Ground level. Locked. As you tried to form some kind of a plan you heard multiple boots thudding, threatening to round the corner. The man under you was still alive, your heavy breaths nearly matched his whimpers of pain.

"Fuck" You breathed under a heavy breath. You scrunched your face up in pain, not wanting to hurt anyone but he was drawing too much attention. You snatched the gun and pointed down at the man. You locked eyes for the brief time you held the gun toward him.

"Keep your mouth shut. Got it?" Your voice was trembling yet the look in your eyes proved you would pull the trigger if you had to. This. Was. Life. Or. Death. You had no choice if he yelled.

You quickly moved the gun to the window, shooting a few times before shoving the gun into the back of your jeans waistband. You looked over your shoulder, for only seconds before you kicked the glass away from the window frame. The small space was just big enough for your body to fit through. It wasn't until you were standing and four step away from the window did a ground round the corner of the house and see you. You ran. As fast as your weakened legs could. You fell. You tripped. You nearly gave up but the feeling of freedom was so damn close you didn't let go of the hope that was blossoming in your chest.

"Fuck this shit. I'm getting out." You spoke through gritted teeth as you snuck up to a car climbed in moments before two men got into the front. Your back was against the back of the drivers seat, curled up so tightly as you moved out of the estate and away. You didn't even care which direction as long as it was away. You had to keep your hand over your mouth and conceal all noise as a few gunshots hit the care. You felt sick, your vision was threatening to leave. You held on because your life depended on doing so.

Twenty minutes of driving and they stopped, you were praying to any and all divine beings out there that you didn't get caught. Up until this point you weren't religious at all but you needed a miracle. A real big fucking miracle. You listened as the two men climbed out of the car and a valet climbed in. You waited until the car started to move again before you made your presence known, a gun clearly in your hand.

"Drive to a safe area. I need to get out without being seen. I promise I won't hurt you but I need to get home. I've been through enough shit" You pleaded now, the nervous valet nodded and pulled up to just before where the parking area was. You left the gun in the car and bolted out of there. The bride was nearby, you would feel safer being over the bridge but your legs were failing you. You cried out in pain as your legs burned as if they were on fire. You were dragging yourself along as a police car pulled along. They asked a few questions but all you could manage was a string of words.

"Hawkins. I need to go...home. to Hawkins." You cried now. The rest was a blur of questions and a long drive with a few stops to a police station to figure out who the cops had in their car. Calls were made and a drive home was needed. Despite your need of sleep you were questioned by Hawkins police. Everything was kept hush hush. For two weeks you were kept under a secret location, asked the same questions and treated for wounds. Once assessed and found stable you were free. From cheap motel to being left at the trailer park was a huge step.

Your family no longer around, having died as a result of alcohol and drugs two years ago, their place was left to you and Eddie. You would find out that Eddie had upkept it but never stayed there.

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September 14th 1985 [Saturday. 1:00 A.M.]

(It has been nearly six years since your dispearance. Not even a month away from six full years. You are nineteen now. You're scared of being back at the trailer park. Of Eddie not being there, of even just facing him of he was.)

From cheap motel interrogations to being left at the trailer park was a huge step for you. It was dark, the rain was hammering down and you were already drenched even though you had stepped out the police car not even two minutes ago. You moved through the gates and shut them behind you. Your tired and sloppy steps caused your shoes to gather cake like layers of mud though the thick and fast droplets were washing your shoes clean at about the same pace. Once you had reached your trailer you stood studying it, it looked the exact same. You don't know why you expected it to look any different. It was only when you headed up the steps that you realised you didn't have a key and one of the neighbours probably did. You let an disgruntled grunt leave your slightly swollen lip. To Eddie's it was. If he still even lived there. Or here. Or just in Hawkins.

You trudged over and carefully walked up the steps, your lightly closed fist hovering in front of the door before you knocked three times, somewhat gently. The flimsy metal doors were loud enough. You hated waking people up, always had but perhaps that was the trauma of childhood speaking. You waited a few moments and tried again, you were one knock in before the lights turned on.

"Alright! One second- Jesus. H. Christ!" A deep, raspy voice called from the other side, a light flickering on before it stabilised to a yellow glow. You heard the sound of locks being turned before you had to step out of the way of the door.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you knocking the goddamn door at one in the morning?" The average yet slightly thin built man with brown, frizzy curls spoke as he looked down at your with those all too familiar brown eyes, you barely recognised him with the new look. Last time you had seen each other he had a shaved head. The new look suited him.

"Hi? Hello? You gunna answer my question?" He asked in his tiredness. A hand on each side of the doorframe.

"Oh...I uh need the keys to my trailer, Eddie. A place to sleep would be great. It's cold" You said, you didn't know how to introduce yourself after all this time so you just went straight to the point, moving forward into the light more. Your hair was way longer than before too, the wetness of it made it stick to the majority of your face. There was a shared silence as you watched the realisation hit Eddie's face. He stepped back, tilting his head a bit as he gave you a looked mixed with pain, fear and almost anger. His eyebrows knitted together.

"This is just some weird fuckin' dream. You're not here. Yeah, I just smoked too much. So you can just leave. I don't like these sick games" he stated in a world of shock. It pained you to see Eddie like this. You realised now how much going missing must have hurt him too.

"Eddie...I get what it looks like. But I promise. I'm not pulling any sick kind of game" you offered softly, not wanting to step in with messy shoes so you remained where you were next to the door.

"I'm sorry...I...don't know what you think happened back then but I can tell you. I can explain if you just let me..." your voice breaking a little. You were desperate for some familiarity, the closeness of their hold. You watched as Eddie paced the room.

"You can explain?! It's been six years! You just left me. You just- gunna uh- just left without a word!" He stated as he walked up to you. Pointing his finger. Now the tears were forming again in your eyes.

"Eddie that not what happe-" You tried to speak but you were cut off by a loud laugh and a scoff. He nodded with his hands hovering over his hair briefly.

"Oh? No? That's not what happened? What happened then? You got bored here? You found someone better to spend your time with?" He asked. He stated. Though what he was saying was contradictory since that was what he had done.

You turned to the side as you looked up, trying to force away the tears. You sniffled before letting out a weak sob.

"Just shut up! Just...please. My parents- fuck..." You couldn't say it out loud, it sounded ridiculous and it was painful to admit.

"What? Your parents What? Waited for you? Looked for you? Your parents-" He rambled but you cut him off with a harsh glare this time.

"Traded me in." You stated and Eddie finally fell silent as he stared at you.

"Traded me in because they couldn't afford to pay back what they borrowed. So they let a group of men drag me away from my trailer in return for not paying the money back. I was screaming Eddie. The day they dragged me away and not one. NOT ONE PERSON. Helped!" You were almost yelling now. Having to admit this was heartbreaking for the both of you.

"I would NEVER leave you without saying something. Anything. But I'm not the one who pretended to not know me all because you made new friends at school. You let Francis bully me. And you moved on. We didn't even talk for a year before I disappeared. Remember? So if I had left by my own accord, could you even blame me?!" You cried now. It was all coming out. You had years to think about this and hadn't had the chance to say it up until this point.

Eddie stood with mixed expression, you could deduct some anger, pain and guilt and perhaps a need to defend himself too. There was a long pause. Enough to dismiss the following statements.

"You were taken..?" He finally spoke as he stepped forward. You didn't move but your eyes dropped to your feet as your face scrunched in pain at acknowledgement of the fact. You had been taken. And your parents offered you. You were just a kid.

You were just a fucking kid...

You could only weakly nod. You felt a slow hand curl around the back of your head and pull you into the dry, warm and soft feeling of Eddie's stomach, their shirt sticking to your face, your hand resting only just below his chest. It took a few moments but your arms moved to slink around his waist and pull yourself in closer for a minute.

"Come in." He whispered and dragged you in which gave you no other choice but to bring your muddy shoes in. You used Eddie to stabilise yourself as you pulled your wet feet out of your shoes. You tried apologising for the mess but he wouldn't let you.

"Just- Stay here. Let me grab you something to wear" he said softly though his voice wavered in it's rushed and tired tone. He disappeared into what you knew was his room. You pulled off the jacket given to you from the police, having gotten it from the lost and found box at the motel. It felt gross but it had been keeping you warm. You placed it by the door where your shoes were, looking around in one of the junk draws and found a hair tie, you knew that long haired son of a bitch had to have one now. You pulled your hair up into some kind of bun at the back of your head, pushing the small strands out of the way.

Eddie stood in the doorway of his bedroom and motioned for you to come in. You moved into the room where he shut the door. He pointed to the fresh towel on the bed along with a shirt that you knew would be huge on you if it was baggy for Eddie. As well as some of the smallest boxers he could find. That's That's he had for now. You sighed and pulled your shirt off, you had become so used to people seeing your body that you forgot to give any warning. You heard Eddie make a noise of surprise and looked just as he had turned around.

"Sorry..." You mumbled before continuing to pull the wet clothes that stuck tightly to your skin. You them proceeded to dry yourself with the towel before you heard Eddie speak, not looking.

"Do you uh. Wanna stay here tonight?" He asked quietly, you sniffled and cleared your throat, thinking for a moment.

"Okay..." You finally mumbled out as you shimmied into the boxers that fit pretty well, a little loose but good granted the situation. You quickly pulled on the shirt and turned around.

"I'm dressed." You said, then watching him turn around while he then watched you pull their hair tie from your head. You grabbed the towel and started to dry your hair.

"Lemme help" He moved to the bed and patted the wooden frame in between his legs. You paused for a moment before obliging. You sat crossed legged in front of him while he took the towel and gently started to gently dry your hair, you felt yourself relaxing into their gentle kneading movements.

"Almost like you don't want me to stop..." He joked softly, his voice not very loud at all, not wanting to disrupt the calmer atmosphere. You smiled a little at the comment and hummed in a response which was enough for Eddie's paused hands to carry on, though your hair didn't really need to be dried more.

"You um...look good with your long hair..." You told him in a voice that matched his earlier. You had always asked him to grow his hair out but he never did. He leaned over you while stopping his hands and pulled the towel away. His hand falling over his face and into yours.

"Hmm? Really?" He smiled, you just loved the way he smiled with his whole face, the creases of his smile in his cheeks. You couldn't help but smile back. Finally feeling safe for the first time since...you and Eddie were still close.

"Really." You reply softly, your hand moving up to touch it, your head moving to lean against his thigh, his sweatpants pretty comfortable too. He chuckled and leaned back up.

You moved to tie your hair back up and rub your face in your tiredness. Yawning a moment later before you stood, promoting Eddie to do the same. He moved to the small storage cupboard and pulled out a spare blanket and pillows, heading to leave.

"Where are you going?" You blurt out without it meaning to sound so sudden. Watching as Eddie moved to turn around.

"I'll sleep on the couch" he stated before you frowned and shook your head.

"No you have the bed. Give." You stated and took the blanket and pillows before he could protest. You moved to set up a bed and climbed in. He groaned under his breath and flung his arms up a little in protest but said nothing.

"Goodnight Eddie" you said just as he was about to turn off the lights. You caught a glimpse of his smile just before the room went dark.

"G'night Y/N" he said before almost shutting the door.

Your peaceful sleep lasted all but four hours at most, not able to do the math while so tired. Yet you work up with a start, sweating and panting as fear ran through your veins. It was usually at near to five that you'd be woken up and clearly you would have an issue with this for a while. You leaned back on your hands and sighed, eyes gliding over to Eddie's door. You thought for a moment before sneaking over and into the bedroom. Shutting it after you. You knew he was a heavy enough sleeper to not notice you as long as you were quiet and gentle. You climbed into bed, facing inward of Eddie's chest. You pulled the blanket up and for a moment you were sure he was still asleep until an arm wrapped around you and held you close. Not noticing that he was shirtless at first yet that didn't bother you. You could notice the smell of smoke, cigarettes and some cheap cologne still lingering on him but still it was oddly familiar and comforting.

You fell asleep after a while of thinking, listening to Eddie's steady breaths helped a good deal. You awoke in the morning to gentle fingers running up and down a section of your back, a chin resting on the top of your head. You shifted a little and the feeling stopped, Eddie pulling away to look down at you.

"Morning" Your voice was weak but there. Groaning as you slung your arm over him and cuddled in.

"Good morning" he said just as softly though his voice was gravelly, giving you a hint he had not long woken up either. You both just laid there for a while, almost until you fell asleep again but he forced himself up and that urged you to do the same.

The morning was filled with hot coffee, sour conversations and explanations that you had to slowly admit. Some confessions and some catch up.

"Really Munson? You're graduating next year? Jesus. Looks like I'll have to help you huh?" You teased as your now dry locks started to frame your face as gathered strands slowly slipped from the hair tie.

"Mhm sure, Sweetheart. You haven't got the brains" he chuckled as he leaned back into the firm cushion of the couch, coffee in hand.

You rolled your eyes though a flutter had risen from just the word 'sweetheart'. You prompty ignored it though. You took a break and took the last sip from your coffee before placing it on the table.

"So...who knows that you're here?" He asked with a worried look arising on his features, the expression didn't suit him.

"Just you and the cops. I've been here for two weeks but they wouldn't let me go since I had information they needed and I needed to be assessed after everything I told them. Needed to I don't know...make sure I was mentally stable I guess." You sighed softly and shrugged, shoulders shrinking a little after.

"I disappeared from this town a freak. A outcast. I'm just as much of one now as I was then. I don't- I don't know how people are going to react. It'll be like they're seeing a ghost or something" You said and laughed nervously looking around before meeting Eddie's eyes, finding safety in their reassuring gaze.

"Well...this time I'm not turning my back on you. I promise. Again. No more broken promises." He said, he seemed genuinely yet after the last six years your trust was destroyed. You didn't let that show, you just nodded.

"Well...Will you come to my graduation?" He asked after a moment. You smiled a little and moved forward a bit.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it. Just as long as you help me find a way to live in this town. I have nothing. I was still in middle school when things happened. I have nothing to get a job with" You admitted and sighed, standing up, still in Eddie's shirt and boxers. You noticed him staring a little from the reflection in the window but didn't physically acknowledge it. You moved to bag your still wet clothes to take them uo to the laundrette later.

"What have you got plan-" you were cut short by a voice outside Eddie's door.

"Eddie? Eddie! You home? Hello?" The voice of Dustin called, wanting to talk about ideas for an upcoming campaign.

You stood and looked over with a frown before you disappeared into the bathroom.

You listened as Eddie opened the front door and spoke for what felt like ages, even noticing how the new person came inside and rambled on. You tried not to let a grain slip from your lips. You just looked around his bathroom and pulled a new toothbrush from under the cupboard, opening it from the plastic and cardboard packaging. You brushed your teeth diligently. Pulling your clothes off after and getting into the shower, which both boys inside the trailer took notice of. Still, it felt nice to get clean, properly clean. You had nothing else to change back from other than what what have been wearing. After changing back in to the borrowed clothes you used a wide comb which was the only one in the bathroom, after washing it of course, to detangle your hair that was nearly matted.

Finally you heard them leave and Eddie knocked the door as a signal. You came out much the same as you went in except you now smelled of mens body wash and had wet hair.

"Jesus. He was here for ages" You groaned. And Eddie just made a 'phfft' sound and gave a 'I don't know' kind of shrug. You rolled your eyes a bit.

"I guess I can't hide out in here forever. I'll need to actually make myself known. I just need to get some new clothes first. That's all I have" You mentioned as you pointed ti the bag of wet clothes you arrived in.

"You can try and find something of mine to wear? Or uh...I could go and pick something up from the thrift stores? Then once you have at least a few things you can pick your own stuff out? I'll help you pay." He offered and as much as you feared Eddie picking something out for you, you still agreed.

That afternoon you spent by yourself, apparently Eddie had some game thing tou didn't understand to talk about with a bunch of school kids, you didn't understand any of it but didn't question it, well. Not too much anyway. You slept for a while before laying on Eddie's bed while listening to some music, you didn't mind Eddie's music but you liked the older stuff you two heard as kids the best. Remembering how when no one was home you and Eddie would secretly play the records and dance around in the living room. Thankfully none of of the neighbours snitched.

You sat up slowly as you heard the keys jingle, groaning as you moved to turn the music off. Shuffling into the living room to meet Eddie with a smile. Your hair now down and dry again. It was now nearing dinner time.

"Hot dogs! Huh? What do you think?" Eddie smiled, you couldn't help but chuckle and nod. Moving to give him a hand with the bags.

"Sounds good. Also any luck on the clothes?" You asked as you started to unpack the groceries. Noticing a lot soup but said nothing, secretly hoping you wouldn't have to live off soup.

"Yeah. Not great but I think it will do. I asked the girl that was working there. I don't know shit about fashion for women" he chuckled.

"Or just about fashion in general" you teased before you felt a cold glass bottle on your back moments after Eddie fingers lifted your shirt.

"You asshole!" You half yelped as you turned to face the smirking man. You moved closer, Eddie craned down a little.

"Oh yeah? But isn't that why you love me?" He said, his voice as smooth and sweet as honey. You felt your cheeks flush just a little before turning away and finishing the unpacking.

"No" You stated bluntly as you folded the paper bag. You heard him chucked and open the bottle, the lid landing somewhere on the floor. Knowing you'd step on it at some point.

You glanced to watch him in their reflection momentarily, watching them take a swig before placing the bottle on the counter. You looked down when he caught your eyes. Moving behind you to place his hands on your hips.

"No? You don't love me? Or no I'm not an asshole?" He asked as he leaned down, his hands moving from your hips, around and over your stomach and wrapping around your waist instead. You sighed and looked away from both of your reflections.

You felt his lips graze your neck ever so gently, his breath was harsher than his lips before you felt him plant a kiss on your cool skin. His lips quite warm in comparison. You knew he felt you these up as a result. You cleared your throat and moved away to look through the clothes though the feeling of the kiss was burning into your skin.

You picked our an outfit for now and went to get changed, shutting the door firmly before you let your heaving chest finally move, fingers tracing the spot where Eddie had kissed. You swallowed hard and tried to push it away from your mind. You forced yourself to think about getting dressed and only that. The outfit was cute and simple. Enough for you. Though you had gotten used to wearing next to nothing, because you had to. In a strange way it was both nice and weird to have some damn decency.

The rest of the night was spent with decent hot dogs, a funny and flirty conversation with a lot of needy glances and a reluctant Goodnight. In all fairness you two were high as hell and a giggling mess. The Sunday was about the same except you slept most of it while Eddie was out and you cleaned up since the home desperately needed it. You didn't feel the need to go to your own trailer yet.

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September 16th 1985 [Monday]

(Eddie attends school while you start showing your face around town. People were a little pale and the hushed voices started to grow. You had been on flyers, in news papers and on milk cartons for a long time. And suddenly you were back as if nothing had happened. Just older. Taller. More mean faced.)

You found yourself at the library trying to form some kind of sheet of references, skills and why you should be employed. Trying to write everything down neatly and clearly. Knowing it was a pain but had to be done if you were going to photocopy it. Eddie had given you some money thankfully to pay for the printing. An hour or so later you had your copies and set off on handing them out to anyone who had a "hiring" posted taped to their window. After handing out god knows how many you finally make it to the school, waiting for Eddie to head out. In your hand were some sour patch kids. Pulling a bit of a face at how sour they were. A lot of the people stared but you ignored them as you turned your back to Eddie to see who was shouting across the street, soon having an arm over your neck.

"Heeey. Gimme one?" He asked though his free hand was already waiting. You laughed a little and gave him a few before you started walking back. You had a casual conversation. Before you heard a unfamiliar and unwanted voice.

"Oh look the freak has got a girlfriend!" Jason, Eddie's enemy. The equivalent of your bully Francis. You groaned under your breath and turned around as you were lead to do so by Eddie.

"Not like you would know what that's like. Every girl you're with just uses you for popularity and fucks off when you call them a whore because there's another girl you want to shove your dick in. Yet the only freak and whore here is you" You blurted out before Eddie could even get a word in. You threw a sour patch kid at Jason's head and dragged Eddie away. You had learnt not to take bullshit like you had done when you were a kid.

"Impressive~" Eddie half complimented and half teased, you could tell he was surprised that you spoke up let alone were so fierce with your words. His hand that rested at your coarbome patted it in approval. Somehow that sense of approval was much appreciated.

The walk to the trailer park didn't take too long and by that point half of the sour patch kids had been eaten and the rest you two had thrown at each other like a couple of kids. Though you enjoyed bing able to be a kid again because in a way it was stripped away from you from both your parents and your kidnappers.

You stumbled into Eddie's place and ran to his bedroom and shut the door, squealing as you kept your back to the door to not let him in. Slightly regretting that you bet that he couldn't catch you in return for doing anything he wants. It wasn't very well thought out because the excited fear you felt running away had now caused you to be trapped in Eddie's room.

"You're stuck in there now! You'll either have time leave the door unattended to get out the window or open the door" Eddie handed you your options and the groaned loudly which earned a chuckle. You bolted for the window but half of you was out when Eddie grabbed you by your hips and yanked you back while you clung onto the outside.

"No! Noooo!" You whined through your giggles, your giggles making you weak enough for Eddie to pull you back through the window where you both landed on the floor, you in-between his legs and your back against his chest as you both were in a fit of laughter.

"Now you're mine!" Eddie claimed in a n evil voice, wrapping his arms around you to secure you in place. Tickling you a little before rested his head on your shoulder while you both caught your breath. You felt your cheeks redden with the feeling of his breath on your neck, they were quick and tickled a little. You were also very aware of his cool rings that were connected to your skin under your shirt. You felt Eddie shift behind you a bit, pulling himself closer into you. Adjusting their head where his eyelashes met your skin but you could tell their eyes were closed. You stayed like that for a while, your heart racing the entire time.

"...Eddie?" You asked in almost a whisper. Trying to turn to face him but stopped when his grip around your waist tightened. His mouth met your neck again, earning a gently gasp.

"You said anything right?" He repeated your words, softly, so softly against your skin. You paused before sighing.

"But not that. Just...kissing if you want...just nothing more" You stated, expecting him to be disappointed but his face buried deeper into your neck. He held you close as if you'd vanish if he let go.

"I'll take that..." He commented as one of his arms moved from around your waist so his fingers could gently grab your face, finger almost pinching at your skin as he turned your head toward his. Leaning in slowly, noses bumping into each other just a little before his lips graze your own. Both of you lightened breaths became a little heavier. Eddie leaned in further his lips barely touching yours but enough to kiss you, featherlight. Just as he moved in to kiss you the front door opened.

Eddie's group of friends, something called the Hell-Fire Club or some shit, stepped through the front door as it had been open.

"Yo Eddie? We need to start planning and getting ahead of that kid you know and get some good ideas in-" but the stopped when Eddie was clearly pissed off, having gotten uo and was now standing in the doorway. You, however were hiding away on Eddie's bed barely out of view. You were red and your hickey was quite clearly forming.

"Our meetings are on Wednesdays. And I was busy and you ruined it." Eddie stated with crossed arms and at first they were coming fused before they caught sight of you, you avoided eye contact, suddenly the dying plant outside was the most interesting thing around. You zoned out of the conversation but came back when Eddie pushed some hair from your face, you expect him to to kiss you then, he was so close, he was leaning closer but just as you were about to close your eyes he pulled away.

You were left feeling like a bit of a fool, even more so if you had actually closed your eyes. You swallowed soem saliva that had built up in your mouth in almost anticipation and want.

"I'll uh...go start on dinner" he stated and walked away, leaving you on the bed. Alone. Wanting him. You found yourself playing with your fingers, a fizzy feeling left over from his hickey on your neck. You relaxed down into the bed and curled up, you didn't know if it was weird gur you kind of enjoyed the smell of his pillows, they were fresh since you had changed them yesterday. But he had since slept on them and you could smell the cologne which overpowered the smokey smell but it was still there. You just buried your face into the pillow, imaging it was his chest you were laying on. It took a few moments to realise that acting this was was utterly pathetic. He was your best friend. Despite the kissing and the grabbing. It was all just fun and games. Right? Of course it was.

The two of you ate pretty much in silence other than the TV playing. Eddie finished uo particularly face and headed into his bedroom without much commentary. Just telling you he was going to nap or sleep early.

You decided to not share his bed that night. You just locked up and sat reading for a while before getting comfortable on the couch and falling asleep after about thirty minutes.

You wouldn't know but Eddie would come in a few hours later to check in on you, making sure you were tucked in before heading back to bed himself.

12th October 1985 [Saturday]

(Three weeks after you arrived at Eddie's place. Small time skip to move over the mundane and get used to staying at Eddie's.)

The past two weeks had been fun but awkward too, mainly because you and Eddie would get high and have great conversations that almost always led to a make out session but nothing more. Admittedly only stopping at kissing was getting to you but you didn't feel comfortable enough yet to go any further. You could tell it was starting to get to Eddie too, while sober he started to avoid any kind of physical touch with you, only you. Admittedly you got a bit healous when he was close with his friends; being all touchy feely in a friendly way and not even you got got anymore.

Saturday night came and after brooding all day you finally spoke up. Your leg bouncing under the table as Eddie clearly avoided your eyes.

"I think it would be better if I stayed in my own trailer from now on. You've been distant for over a week and I don't want to intrude in your personal space" you inform as you leaned your head on your hand, elbow on the table. Eddie looked over with a frown but his response was disappointing.

"Alright. I'll get the key" Was all he said before he stood and walked over to the kitchen drawer before pulling out some keys and handing them to you. With how quickly he moved you could have just assumed right then and there that he wanted you out now.

You sat there for a moment before you stood and grabbed your little amount of things and left, it was quite clear you were upset yet neither of you said a word. Your movements were clunky as you entered your trailer and turned on the lights, the thick feeling of emptiness and loneliness hit tou like a thrashing wave. It was only coming up to eight in the evening but it felt a lot later. You felt an extreme boredness as you sat alone, as if you were back in that room on the estate. You hated the silence but you knew Eddie needed his space, perhaps it would be good for you too.

It wasn't as if you had been totally honest with your feelings, unknowingly you had liked Eddie as a kid, the jealousy was something you recognised now as an adult looking back and now that you were with Eddie again, the Eddie that hadn't changed, not really, you found yourself in the same spot but now with adult wants and needs. You thought the making out would be fine, be enough but you didn't know if Eddie wanted sex and only sex or of he wanted more but to ask would mean admitting your feelings and making a fool of yourself. And to be distant was both painful yet easier. Perhaps for now anyway.

15th October 1985 [Tuesday]

Three days had passed since you last saw each other, you hadn't spoken or even got a glimpse of each other. You wondered if Eddie was as lonely as you or of he liked not having you around.

It got to about midnight and you had foolishly smoked a joint that Eddie had given you last week. You weren't as mind numbingly scared about asking something stupid. You dialled up his number, not daring enough to be face to face. You thought he wouldn't answer but your eyes were watching his trailer and you saw his shadow finally move toward the phone.

"Hello?" He asked, his voice was clear, you'd have thought he'd been smoking by now but apparently not. There was a linger silence before he was about to speak again but you spoke first.

"Hey...it's me." You admitted, admitted..? It felt like a confession of sorts, in some strange way.

"Oh..." was all you heard on the other end for a moment, something so simple yet it hurt. As if he was disappointed it was you on the other end.

""Oh?"" You repeated back to him, yet another lingering pause followed. You felt like an idiot for even calling. You had heard the rumours. He liked the pretty, popular girl. You forgot her names but it didn't matter.

"We're you expecting someone else? Or just hoping that it was anyone else?" You asked, your tone was a bit sarcastic but the pain showed through enough. You instantly regretted your choice in words and tone. You listened as you heard a sigh, a muttering of words.

"Why are you being like this?" That's what he had whispered, you weren't sure if you were supposed to hear that. But you had.

"I like you" You barely managed to get out as you heard the phone brush away from them and their breaths becoming distant as if they were about to hang up. There was a pause, you hated how many there were.

"...what?" The voice on the other end spoke faintly. You gulped, fearing you had made a mistake.

"I...like you, Eddie. But- I didn't know if you wanted sex or more than that and I was too scared to ask so I just kept...you at arms length but let you kiss me...I gave you mixed signals but....one minute you'd be kissing me and the next avoiding me..." You found yourself rambling a little.

"Just shut up for a minute Y/N...you like me?after all this time and just threw weeks together you're going to say you like me?" Well, if anything was going to make you feel like shit and invalidate your feelings, that would do it.

"Okay? And you're going to tell me you don't like me by the way you desperately beg to let you have me? That the way you kiss me is only for people you want to fuck? All the sweet nothings you whisper in my ear before you kiss me? That's all just because you wanna fuck? Is that it? Or are you in denial too?" You asked, almost spitting venom. He struck first this time. He hurt you with those words and you weren't going to let that slide. As much as you had just confused to being in denial, you were calling him out too.

The two of you stood in silence after that. And then the line went dead. You reluctantly put the phone down before heading to fo to the bathroom when Eddie opened your front door. You both just stared at each other for a minute.

"Ok. So you in denial. So are you? Aren't you? Huh? So you want me to admit it? Is that it? That I like my best friend? And then you reject me and you leave again? You disappear?" There was a desperate need in his voice, a fear too. You could almost see he was crying. His eyes searching yours for an answer. You sucked up all the anger and the guilt and embarrassment and walked over to Eddie. You cupped his face.

"Okay. I'll be the first to say it. Again. I like you Eddie Munson. I like you now and I always have. And if you like me then you better kiss me right now" You told him openly from the heart.

He grabbed you roughly and pulled you in for a deep yet soft kiss, as if everything he needed to say was put into that kiss then and there. You needed no other explanation. You both had been wanting each other yet were too scared to face one another. Your hands found his hair, your fingers tangled in his curls while you held each other close. When you both parted, your lips red and wet, Eddie pulled you in close.

"I wasn't lying when I said you were mine...so don't disappear" He mumbled a little. You laughed a little though it wasn't in making fun of him. You just remembered how he had said it at the time.

"I won't...I'm yours, Eddie. I'm yours." You replied softly. The rest of the evening you opened up to each other more and laughed at the awkwardness the two of you had been feeling about the entire thing. It was nice for the two of you to laugh at the situation rather than bicker about it. And Eddie cleared up that he had been dealing to Chrissy as that was the reason he had been close with her. Though you'd still feel jealous, she was damn pretty.

Well the rest of the story goes that you got a job at photo printing shop, the work was easy and you got discounts, great for pictures of you and Eddie and Eddie and his club for posters. Either way someone you knew was going to get a good deal on too many pictures. You and Eddie spend most nights trying to make decent meals while his records play in the background and then he tries to teach you D&D but to no avail. You find out the talkative kid is Dustin and you love watching how he and Eddie are so enthusiastic about the game even if you don't understand it. The rest of the group seem nice too. You've been able to convince Eddie to learn how to dance with you as long as you build a character with him. You're also currently studying with a retired tutor who was kind enough to reach out so that you you improve your grades and get better work but until then, currently, life is good.

- Smut section >:)) - (you don't have to read obvi I'm also bad at this but oh well)

Top/Dom Eddie - bottom/sub fem reader

(Car sex. You're riding him. He's dirty talking, he's degrading and praising you. Unprotected sex. Doesn't pull out.)

You whine as you shifted in you seat, Eddie had been teasing you all afternoon, whispering dirty words in your ear and then had the audacity to leave you in the car to have a cigarette. It wasn't yours or Eddie's car so no smoking inside allowed. Though the car looked like it eas falling apart anyway. You watched him while his gaze was over at the gorgeous view, that wasn't the view you wanted right now. You huffed and crossed your leg over the other, thighs squeezing together which made your area twitch a little. You heard the door open ans Eddie climb into the drivers side, the door slamming shut not long after.

"What's wrong?" He dared to ask as if he didn't know and wasn't the cause. You shot him a glare though that smirk was already waiting for you.

"Oh yeah. As if tou don't know. Teasing me all afternoon, driving all the way out here where there is no one just to ignore me?" You state with an annoyed tone. Though when it came to intimate stuff you knew better than to talk back. Yet here you were.

"You better watch your tone or you won't be getting what you want" Eddie's voice lowered and more serious look washed over his face. You kept your mouth shut but the annoyed look never left. And for nearly ten minutes you two sat in silence while your need grew, damn even his scent, that smokey cologne mixed smell was driving you inside.

"Are you done sulking? Do you want me to make you feel good?" Eddie finally spoke as he grabbed your face to make you look at him. After a moment you sighed and nodded. He raised a brow momentarily as a silent question if you were sure about not sulking anymore. Your frown turned into a pout as your need started to show. Earning a light chuckle.

"Alright, Sweetheart. Get to work" he stated and let go. Leaving you as you undone his belt, buttons and the zip. He lifted his ass up so you could pull his jeans down a little, giving you better access to his boxers, his semi-hard cock springing out gently as you pull his boxers down a but too. Eddie was a pretty boy. He had a dick to match. You flicked your tongue over the tip, earning a groan and tight hand in your hair. You take all of him slowly until he reaches down with his free hand to feel his cock in your throat.

"Such a little whore for me, are you Y/N? You look so pretty taking all of me like a good girl" He purrs before a nudge if his hand urges you to bob your head, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat as you try not to gag much and then you start to hear him moan and whine.

"Fuck- so good for me baby~ just like that. Use your dirty little mouth, oh yeah-" he moaned out moving your head by his own command now. You could tell he was starting to get a little despite. Leaving you to whine loudly.

"Awe, what? Worried I'll cum and you won't be able to have this dick in your tight pussy?" He asked as he looked down at you. Your eyes confirmed his question. You were sneaked through, the skirt sliding up over your lower back as you leaned down.

"Well you've been such a good girl taking my cock that I'll be nice." He said softly now, pulling your head away before kissing you roughly.

"You're my pretty girl. So beautiful. Your body is begging for me, isn't it?" He asked and you nodded eagerly. The tears in your eyes starting to fall from your desperate ans growing need.

"Speak. Tell me how much you want my cock inside of you" he asked, his voice so soft, so gently while he barked his commands.

"I want it so bad- please Eddie! Please!I want it deep inside me" You pleaded, gripping his thigh a little as you waited for permission.

He smiled and caressed your cheek, his calloused thumbs wiping away your tears, planting an soft kiss on your forehead.

"Good girl. Come and sit." He instructed as he patted his lap. Watching as you straddled him, his hands immediately moving to your waist for support. One hand slipped down to your cunt, his lips to your neck as he whined into your skin.

"So wet down there. Already so ruined for me. So desperate for my dick, aren't you?" He said as he brought his lips up to you ear to whisper. He massaged your clothes through the fabric of your panties, you rocked your hips into his fingers.

"Y-Yes! I want it so badly" You cry out while moaning softly. His synced movement dragging you closer. He suddenly pulled his fingers away leaving you a whimpering mess.

"Patience, Sweetheart. Patience." He cooed as he hooked his fingers under the sides of your panties, pulling them down while you used his shoulders to climb out of them. You moaned lightly as you felt Eddie's tip brush against your folds.

"Shh shh that's it. Guide my cock into that pretty little pussy of yours" he said in raspy voice. You did as you were told with no hesitation but didn't move fast, sinking down slowly until Eddie's hands moved to your hips and slammed you down, causing you to moan loudly.

His brown curls clung to his face as now you studied him, his bottom lip held under his teeth while to rocked your hips gently. You noticed how his gorgeous brown eyes rolled back and his ringed fingers gripped onto your hips, nails digging in a bit.

"Just like that. Oh fuck-!" He whined, as much as you loved having Eddie be control, you loved to hear him whine for you as much as he loved to hear you whine for him. Just hearing those whimpers was enough to make the walls of your pussy tightened around him causing him to moan from his lower throat.

Your hands on his shoulders for support you rocked your hips faster, not even bothering to hide your whore ish moans anymore ams better yet Eddie didn't hold back his whines and whimpers, only making your pussy pull his cock in deeper. The car was shaking ans creaking even as another car drove by.

"That's it. That's it! Yes baby- rock your hips. Does my cock feel so good? So deep inside you?" He asked as his hands guided your movements.

"S-So good, Eddie! It's so deep" You moaned before leaning in and burying your face into his neck. He forced your hips to move faster, slamming down into his cock a few times too. The both of you in pure ecstasy, the world around you melting as you were only away of each other.

He move your head to be able to kiss you, so lovingly as if he wasn't guiding your hips to point into him the man looked like an angel yet his actions were that of a devil. You pulled away to hide your face as you moaned loudly, your cream covering his thick cock,but he didn't stop not until you were leaning back on the dash and he was thrusting into you, smashing into you.

"So good for me baby. Thats it. Let me hear your voice. Fuck! You're taking me so well. Good girl~" He praised as he finished into you, thrusting a few more time as some quiet, breathy moans still slipped form Eddie's lips. He pulled out slowly, your mix dripping onto the car floor as he rubbed his tip over your sensitive clit.

"Such a mess we've made. Harrington doesn't have to know" he smirked and the fun didn't end there.

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