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riaarivic · 1 year

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HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: Minor character death, drugs, foul language, mentions of organized crime. If any of theses topics make you unconfortable, please don't read this chapter. This is a mafia au, and organized crime is not all handsome boys and nice cars. This chapter and the next one are DARK.

So, if any of this triggers you, see you on chapter 12. Don't worry, you'll still understand the story. But no, this is not a filler chapter.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in real life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5k (the longest one yet)

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HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

Rage? Of course you need it When it burns up there's always a reason Mayhaps it’s our history Sometimes it changes the world

Anger.

That was all Suga could feel right now.

Red, hot, flaming anger.

That’s all he could feel since he received the call from JHope telling him that you had been kidnapped and no one knew where you were.

But the worst was when he learned who was suspected for your disappearance.

The Jade Dragon.

Of course anger was necessary.

He felt like a man about to lose his sanity.

But before he did…

He would kill a few men first.

The dimly-lit interrogation room was filled with the stench of sweat and fear. Suga stood across from an old man in cuffs, his ruined demeanor did not change the fact that he once was one of the most powerful men in the Asian mafia clans.

Wang Jiaer.

The former second in command of the Jade Dragon.

That Kim Dohan captured and thrown into a wet, dimly lit room in the basement of the Seven Moons Mansion.

Like a fallen warrior.

That was turned into a war souvenir for Kim DoHan.

"Where is she?" Suga demanded.

The old man coughed, spewing blood on the concrete floor of the dimly lit basement. He grimaced, his wrinkled face twisting into a grotesque smile. “Still haven’t learned any manners I see, young man.”

Suga glowered at the former leader of Jade Dragon, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hands. “You seem awfully cheerful for a dead man, old timer.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man stammered, his eyes darting around the room. The old man chuckled. “I’ve been dead for 20 years, boy. Your Leader just didn’t have the balls to finish the job.” His grin widened, showcasing his blood stained teeth. “Not like you.”

Suga swung the bat, smashing the old man’s fingers with a sickening crack. The man shrieked, his pained cries echoing in the empty basement. "Where is she?" she asked for a second time.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you think that I would know something about it? I'm here," he said, lifting his hand to show the cuffs “and my clan is done for, your Leader made sure of it.”

"Because nothing happens above ground without you hearing about it," Suga replied, his eyes narrowing. "And I don’t know, the pile of bodies with a pretty memo sitting on Jhope’s bay with your clan emblem on it, might really send a message.”

The young gangster rounded the table that stood between them to be in front of the old man “I am going to ask only one more time. We’ll see how many more parts of you I’ll have to break before you die,” He paused “Where is Lee NaRi?”

The old man panted, his mangled fingers twisting at unnatural angles. But his eyes glinted with amusement. “Still don’t have the stomach for this, do you boy?”

Suga grabbed the old man’s collar and hauled him up from the chair, growling into his bruised face. “Do not fucking test me, Wang”

The old man chuckled. “You bark loud but your bite is lacking. I told you, the Jade Dragon clan is finished. I have been your family’s pet for 2 decades, I know nothing.”

The man gave him a low chuckle. "But I did hear about that, corpse container. Nice touch, a litte on the dramatic side. Not our style though" he paused and leaned towards Suga. “Oh, yes. You look just like your father, boy. He must be very proud in whatever deep corner of hell he ended up...”

“I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR GAMES, WANG!” Suga screamed at the man’s face, interrupting him, his gaze piercing. "And my father is Kim Dohan. He is very much alive," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Start talking, and if you say something of value I might give you something you want."

"You and I both know that is not your father's name. And what do you know about what I want, young man?" the man asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Death” Suga said simply “you know there’s nothing for you outside these walls anymore. You want release”

“Oh, no. I want retribution, young man. I want Kim Dohan’s entire bloodline to suffer and disappear from the face of the Earth. I want that everything he has ever wanted to be suddenly ripped from his bloody hands… and only then, I want to die” Suga could see the warrior inside the old second in command; he was beaten, malnourished, there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t bruised.

But he still commanded power.

Suga let out a tired sigh knowing there was no other way to make Wang talk. So he let go of the baseball bat he had on his hands to bow his head.

“Please.”

His men behind him looked at him in shock.

One of the young leaders of The Seven Moons was…

Beggin.

Even the old second in command couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. But he semed to be pleased.

“You must really care for this girl If you are willing to trade your pride for her” The old man sighed and tried to stand up, but his bruised legs could not let him. He extended one hand to take Suga’s “We did not do it. That is all I know. We are not responsible for the girl’s disappearance.” His voice was a dead man's sincerity. Suga knew he wasn't lying.

He didn't have to.

“Then who took her? Someone else is pulling the strings, someone on the inside. They knew where she was going and that she only had one bodyguard with her. Was it...was it my brother? Was it Namjoon?” Suga tried and failed to not let his voice break.

Anger was starting to wear off.

And something else was bubbling inside him.

The old man sighed, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. “Your family and your trust issues. Always so quick to turn on your own blood.” His eyes glinted ominously. “The person responsible for the girl’s kidnapping is the same person who is responsible for the death of your father and the disappearance of your mother”

“My mother is dead.”

“Did you see a body? Listen young boy, you came here looking for the truth. And this is the only one I can give you. After all this time, at least you showed some manners and I owe it to her.” The old man paused and he knew he was waiting for him to continue “Your Leader killed your grandfather. To start the clan wars and then he killed your father. But Kim DoHan could never kill your mother”

The room went silent.

Like the moment right after a lighting strikes.

Suga was waiting for the thunder.

“Your mother is alive. Young man, and I think is time you go see her, she will know where the girl is. If you can find her first.” The look on Suga's face was a mix of confusion and anger.

“I gave you what you wanted and I kept my promise” the man whispered. “Now give me what I want”

With a swift move Suga got his gun outside his holster and shot the old man right between his eyes.

Death.

A clean shot.

There it was, the thunder.

The terrifying sound hat announced the beginning of the storm that was starting to brew on Suga’s soul.

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Location unknown, South Korea

Tap...

A leak was falling from the ceiling, the lack of windows and the artificial light coming in from the other room told you that you were in some sort of basement.

You were starting to regain consciousness and your survival instinct kicked in immediately.

Your brain was on agent mode observing everything that could tell you anything about where you were and who were your captors.

Your eyes started traveling around the room, the walls are made of rough concrete, with no decorations or furnishings to make the space more comfortable. A metal door with a small window and a sliding bolt lock separates the basement from the rest of the building, making escape impossible.

The only furniture in the room is a mattress on the floor, a bucket in the corner for waste disposal, and a small table with a lamp and a chair where the protagonist's captor might sit to watch over her. The air is musty and stale, with a faint smell of dampness and mildew.

Remember every fucking thing you see, there is no time for a panick attack. You thought.

Pay attention.

You could distinguish a factory logo on the wall in front of you.

There were no such buildings in Seoul, so you must be on the outskirts?

Unless, you had been moved to another state while you were unconscious.

You could also tell that you were nowhere near the coast by the absence of saltpeter in the structures.

You knew that at least three men were in charge of you, all carrying firearms and pocket knives.

But from what you had seen they had no clan markings.

Not a single tattoo.

Nothing to identify them.

That was strange...

That was all you had been able to discover so far, you weren’t sure how long you had been in that room

They kept you drugged, almost unconscious for the most part. But you could guess that it had been at least a day because they had fed you twice.

So far none of the men had spoken to you, they just went in to bring you food and came back out. Without looking at you, if you spoke to them they did not respond.

You heard them speaking in a dialect you could not quite place. But you knew it was from China.

Which was weird.

The members from the Jade Dragon were all from Beijing, a few of them from some northern regions.

But you were almost sure they were speaking in Wu.

Which was fucking weird.

Because the Shanghai triad did not work with the Jade Dragon.

Not at all.

You said it two times before.

It was weird.

You were sitting on a mattress that seemed to be dirtier than the floor itself; with your hands starting to feel numb from the restraints that immobilized you. Your head hurt a little and you could still hear a ringing in your ears from the loud blow you had taken.

You were almost sure that you had a concussion and that the head wound was going to leave a scar...

At the very least.

You knew it was useless to try to escape even if she broke free of your restraints because you had been unconscious when you were taken there. You had no idea how far you were from the exit, nor how many men might be outside the place.

You were very good in combat but going outside like this was suicide.

Fuck.

You knew perfectly well the dangers you were exposing yourself to every time you accepted a mission. This was not the first time you have been in such a situation.

There were some scars on your skin that were proof of how dangerous your job was.

And then…

There were the other scars you couldn't see.

Those really hurt.

You had to stay calm.

Your best hope was that you would be found soon.

At least you hoped so.

No, you knew Yoongi would look for you.

Hopefully he was going to find you alive.

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Suga just killed a man.

And he was about to kill another.

Specifically the one who let you leave the house with only one bodyguard.

“Namjoon!” Suga kicked open the doors to the meeting room where all his brothers were. “If even one hair on her head isn't intact when we find her, I'm going to kill you. It's a fucking promise”

Suga was past the point where he could control himself.

Anger was a fire that consumed everything in its path and the Second in Command would be the first target.

“Suga. Know. Your fucking. Place” Namjoon, who was sitting on the top of the table, barked each of the words as an order “I won't let you talk to me that way.”

The black-haired man let out a sinister laugh “Ah, you won’t? Then tell me brother, how is it that Nari, who is supposed to be our greatest responsibility, left this house without enough protection? “He paused when he was in front of him “With your permission?”

On the meeting room’s table you could see open computers and messy papers sprawled everywhere you looked.

To say that the seven Moons were in chaos was an understatement.

And what made things worse The Leader sent them a clear message:

He will not help them find the young heiress.

You were their responsibility.

And whatever happened to you.

Kim DoHan swore to his sons, he would do it to them.

“I don't have to explain anything I do to you, Suga” Namjoon looked right into his eyes. Even if Suga was raging like a demon fresh out of hell, the Second in Command was intimidating. A calm sinister demeanor surrounding him.

“You don't have to explain yourself?!? “ That was enough for the clan’s shadow to lose control and throw the first punch straight to his face “You break a promise, you lose a finger remember? Didn't we all swear to protect our father?” Suga screamed right at Namjoon’s face, Jhope tried to separate them but The eldest brother held him back.

“This is on them,” he said.

Suga threw a second punch and this time Namjoon didn't dodge it, he let him hit him again “Do it then.” He took out a knife from his coat pocket “Start by cutting my finger. But after you finish with mine, you are next. Or did you forget that we also swore not to touch her?” The black-haired man's eyes widened, he knew he wasn't doing a good job of hiding his nightly trips to the girl's window.

The taller one held the knife by the edge of the blade hard enough for drops of blood to start dripping on the expensive fur rug. “Did you think no one would find out that you spend every night in her room? Weren't you supposed to follow her everywhere? Why didn't you follow her today? Where were you at the beauty salon?”

Shit.

As hard as it was for him to admit it, he had failed you too.

This morning he had decided to go to settle some unfinished business instead of following you as he had been doing since the day you arrived in Seoul.

That made his blood boil even more.

But he wasn't going to explain himself to that jerk Namjoon.

“No answer? How about this one, do you think father doesn't already know what you have been doing? I'm going to find her Suga, and when I do I'm going to make sure of two things.” Namjoon paused, the light seemed to drain from his eyes, replaced by a menacing darkness. “The first thing I’ll make sure of is that you never touch her again. And the second one is that you are completely out of the clan's inheritance” he finished his voice sounding more like a growl.

“You know what the funniest thing is Kim Namjoon? That you think you deserve everything, that you can control everything. Just because for now you are the right hand of the clan.” The other brothers were standing still in the room, none of them could challenge their Second in Command.

Never like that.

Unless you were Suga and didn't give a shit if you lost a finger or your whole arm “Do you think your pathetic attempt to intimidate me really works? Go ahead, cut off your own finger and keep spilling blood on the carpet. It won't be a waste, after all you're not the true heir to this clan's legacy.... “

“That's enough hyungs, damn it! While you two are playing who has the biggest dick or the purest blood or some other ridiculous bullshit. Nari-Noona is somewhere scared, alone and who knows what they might be doing to her.” To everyone's surprise, the youngest of the brothers was the one who dared to interrupt them “For God's sake, a week ago they sent us a container of corpses, what do you think they're going to do to the heir of this clan?”

Suga and Namjoon turned in surprise to look at their younger brother, there were very few occasions when JK was disrespectful to them “We are wasting time, because in the best case scenario... they are going to kill her”

And in the best case scenario The Leader would kill them for failing in their mission.

“You are right, Joon," Jin, who was sitting at the other end of the table, stood up to look at his brothers. "This is the third time we are under direct attack, so I called my police contacts. Every inch of Seoul has at least one surveillance camera and Miss Nari was kidnapped in the only place where there wasn't one. They have contacts, at least with the security department.”

Seokjin was always the most controlled of the brothers, every step he took was well calculated. So many years involved with the high forces of his country's politics had taught him to remain calm in crisis.

And even if he couldn't get any answers, something was very wrong.

“I have 5 Hacker squads trying to trace her digital footprint, there is nothing, she disappeared” Jhope was the next one to speak “We are all worried, but this is already bordering on ridiculous, you have to stop fighting.” The others nodded in agreement with what the brown-haired man had just said.

Suga threw the knife to the ground and made an exasperated sound “You're right, I'm wasting my time with you.” He finally said and crossed the doors that would lead him to the mansion’s garden.

When Suga was outside the house he felt someone grab him by the arm “Hey, the fuck is happening to you? You're not like that Hyung” it was Jhope who had followed him from the other room, clearly worried about him “Why are you so worked up? Are you... are you in love with her?”

“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Hope” he answered trying to hide any emotion on his face.

Indifference was his best weapon.

But not with Jhope.

The younger man's eyes softened a little as he understood his brother's expression “Please don't lie to me, Hyung. I've known you since we were kids and we've both taken a bullet for each other...but if I was kidnapped today you wouldn't lose your head. Not like this.”

It was true, he had taken a bullet for Jhope years ago in the middle of a shootout but he probably wouldn't have a catfight in the middle of the room with Namjoon to protect him.

Probably.

“Let me rephrase the question. Do you care that much?” Suga knew he couldn’t lie to Jhope, his younger brother knew him too well. He could see through his every facade.

The thing is, he didn't know the answer himself.

Did he like having sex with you? Hell yes.

Did he like talking to you? Yes, he did.

Did he like the way you smiled at him right before you kissed him or the way you looked at him when he told you one of his twisted stories?

Like you didn’t judge him.

Like you understood him.

Like you didn't see him as a monster, but as a man.

Oh, shit.

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“Tell me the stupidest thing you've ever done to get someone’s attention” Suga had asked you the night before while you were both still lying naked on your bed.

You let out an amused laugh “You have probably already seen it on my body. It 's embarrassing.”

Suga laughed with you, the sound was warm and his eyes were locked on yours “Nothing on your body is embarrassing to me.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Be serious”

“I am” he pushed a rouge strand of hair behind your ears and you decided to continue talking before you got distracted with other things”

“When I was 16 I got a Star Wars tattoo because the boy I liked liked Star Wars. I wanted to surprise him the first time he saw me naked he would see the jedi symbol” now you both started laughing “Don't judge me, haven't you done something stupid to get someone's attention?”

“Maybe.” Was the only thing he answered.

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Here 's the thing.

Suga had gone to a tattoo parlor this morning.

That was his unfinished business.

He was getting a fucking Star Wars tattoo on his ribs.

Right where you had it.

He hasn't even watched the movies.

Not even the new ones.

Oh, he was down bad. And now he had to go see his dead mother.

Scratch that.

He had to go see his un-dead mother.

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Somewhere else in the house.

“The fuck do you mean you didn’t do this. This is not what we agreed on.” Namjoon's deep voice could barely be heard inside The Leader’s office. The tall man was standing in front of the window as he spoke into the phone “Then fucking find her Yong or I’ll make sure you are going to wish I kill you.”

Yong.

The rumored dragon head of the triad.

The Second in command of the Seven Moons, had given the order to kidnap you.

On his scheme to secure his place as the heir.

He needed that for his plan to work.

When you told him this morning that you were going to visit Grace and that you didn't need so many people following you around, the young gangster thought it was the perfect opportunity to put the next part of his plan into action.

But something went horribly wrong.

And now he was the one who was betrayed.

“What have you done Namjoon-ah?” The voice of the eldest brother brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at him completely surprised “Out of all the people I thought would betray our father, I would never think of you.”

“Hyung... “

“Just tell me that, whatever you're doing, you won't hurt Miss Nari, Joon. If there is someone innocent in all this, it's her.” Jin finished entering the office looking at his brother with disbelief.

Seokjin looked at him with the eyes of an older brother. Hopefully waiting for all this to be a mistake.

Because if Namjoon betrayed his father.

He was a dead man walking.

But the elder also knew very well the resentment that Namjoon had grown up with. If someone has been hurt by Kim DoHan, it was his own son. Although he wanted to be wrong, Seokjin knew well what was in his younger brother's heart.

Revenge.

And that was not far from his own feelings.

“I came to think that all this love triangle, teenage fiction with Suga really meant that you liked the girl.” He poured himself a shot of the expensive whiskey that his father had in the office and let out a sigh before drinking it all at once “You will have to explain everything very well to understand you, Joon-ah”

Jin was the closest person to Namjoon in the clan, he saw him as an older brother. As a child he was the example of what he wanted to become one day, he hated to see that look of disappointment in his eyes “Hyung, you know perfectly well what my reasons are, I'm not going to stand by and wait for Kim DoHan to take away what is rightfully mine and hand it over on a silver platter to that asshole. She's just a means to an end.”

Before the younger one continued, Jin interrupted him, "If you want me to help you, you have to explain everything without lying to me this time.”

Kim Seokjin was the eldest of the seven moons.

And like all of them, he had lost much more than he had earned in all this time.

He would give all his money, cars, luxuries, fine clothes and contacts to have his family back with him.

But that was impossible.

And for the impossible, there is only revenge.

Break a promise, lose a finger.

If that really applied in the Seven Moon’s clan as it should, they would have had all their hands and feet cut off.

Anger was an uncontrollable fire that burned everything in its path, it was useful, yes.

But for both clan leaders, retribution was much better and more satisfying.

A calm sea that was about to turn into a Tsunami.

A cold wave that will destroy everything on it's path.

Many games were played within the walls of the mansion of the 7 moons.

And your time was running out.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 Hello!!! I'm sorry it took too long! I got sick and I was so tired I couldn't even read... much less write. BUT I'm catching up with all of you that are sending me messages, thank you you guys are so sweet!! 🥹 I mean, everytime someone says they're enjoying Hate! Makes me giggle like a teenager. Let me be honest, I'm enjoying writing this just as much. This chapter turned out to be one of my favs 👀 I wasn't like this on my original story and I am really liking how it is turning out.

Anyway, Hope you liked this one too!! Ps. I have Hate!11 Almost ready... what do you say double update tomorrow??

From the bottom of my chicken heart,

Thank you.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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day 1+2: nosebleed, beaten+bruised

"Don't tell Klein, or... anybody, please. I don't want them to know I'm just here to be a human shield.”

fua tag has had it too good from my nonsense for too long. happy goretober! i can’t guarantee pulling through the whole month like i did last year, but i wanted to give it a shot at least!

#scribbles #agent love #nari love #agent nari love #fua podcast #find us alive #blood #gore #goretober 2022 #stealing my friend sammi's list which is just a mishmash of a buncha lists lol #goretober

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poplarste · 1 year

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uhhhhhh that tiktok (thanks @peter-pantomime, hope you don’t mind the tag) that points out that Eddie coulda zipped up his leather jacket and tac vest combo and maybe not been eaten by bats, but it’s Eddie saying “Steve? [significant pause] Make him pay” and Steve taking a step forward to zip up his jacket and saying something cheesy

...upon reflection i didn’t think i was actually going to sit here and write this all in one go but lo and behold i’m supposed to be working on an article shhhh

further update: this is now on ao3 Something crosses Steve’s face when Eddie points out that he and Dustin are nooooooot heroes, but Eddie ignores it in favor of indulging himself, just for a second, watching the set of the three heroes’ shoulders as they move toward Creel House.

“Hey, Steve?” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop himself, some unchained impulse to at least let Steve know Eddie respects the fuck out of him now, just in case they both die.

The real heroes turn back, waiting.

“Make him pay.”

Steve retreads those last few steps, back over to Eddie and Dustin, claps a hand to Eddie’s leather-clad shoulder, the sound of it drowned out by sickening red thunder. He leaves his hand there, too, and Eddie’s confusion is only silenced by the thudding of his heart when Steve’s free hand comes up to his chest.

He tugs at the teeth of Eddie’s War Zone vest, real live actual tactical armor to replace the battle vest that Steve’s still got over his fresh War Zone shirt and under his fresh War Zone jacket, for reasons Eddie doesn’t have the brain power to contemplate. It doesn’t seem at all like him -- they’ve been all tense and snarky at each other (and Eddie supposes he gets why) since he’d pinned Steve to that boathouse wall and held glass to his throat. That felt like a lifetime ago, though. They’d been different people then, or at least, Eddie thought maybe he had been.

“You should zip up,” he tells Eddie, like he’s actually saying something else. “You’ll catch your death.”

Eddie does not catch his death, though the blood under Dustin’s fingernails from keeping pressure on his neck loudly proclaims just how close they came. He knows it’s just luck that he didn’t bleed out anyway -- a couple inches toward his chin and he’d be just as mangled as the poor, brave vest Robin had insisted on confiscating for cremation later -- but now that the anesthetic has worn off and the fever has gone and the fresh stitches in his face and neck start to itch like a lot, actually, it occurs to him that if Steve Harrington hadn’t taken that one moment of absolute character-breaking insanity, Eddie’d have been ripped apart. Bled out, there on the rocky ground of the Upside Down, probably all over Dustin since the little shit had come after him anyway.

Fucking kid. Eddie loves him so goddamn much.

But back to Steve, and his incomprehensibly tender moment in the middle of the apocalypse.

Once they were all patched up and cleared and definitely not rabid, thank you Robin, they’d been released. Free to go. Nary an NDA in sight, just a withering look from Agent Stinson and an edict to just “please, for the love of God lay low until we sort this out.”

Cool, as far as Eddie’s concerned. He’s too busy not scratching at his stitches and reeling over Steve inadvertently saving his life. Eventually, he can’t resist the urge. The line rings and he fidgets with the cord.

“Robin,” says the voice after the ringing ends, no greeting at all. “For the last time, I’m not rabid, none of the blood tests showed any scary Upside Down shit, everything is --”

“Steve.”

Steve stops on the other end. Which is fair, really, since Eddie’s literally never called him on anything that’s not a walkie talkie before, and that was mostly incidental. “Eddie. What’s going on, man?”

The edge in his voice is subtle, enough to dismiss and make the question either casual or an alarm bell, but Eddie doesn’t miss it. He just gets to the point, and Steve-on-the-other-end can do with it what he will. Eddie’s not his mom. But Wayne raised him right even if the rest of Hawkins doesn’t think so, so he’s gotta say something. “You know you saved my life, right? The jacket thing. Down in... Before we split the party.”

“What?”

“You told me to zip up my jacket, and the vest,” Eddie insists. “I’d have been chewed up like a cheap dog bone if you hadn’t. I just. Thanks, man.”

Steve’s quiet on his end of the line. At first, Eddie thinks maybe he’s just stunned that The Freak has any manners, but as the silence stretches on, he begins to wonder if actually the line’s been cut or something.

“Steve? Buddy? Steeeeeeeve,” he croons into the phone. “You OD on pain meds over there or something?” Steve, having been significantly more chewed up and run around on it far longer than Eddie, had been stuck in the hospital for several days with a high-grade fever, after all was said and done and Vecna was burnt up to a crisp. None of it had seemed particularly Upside-Down-y, just regular exhaustion, dehydration, and good old rampant infection, but once he’d been released, Eddie had it on good authority that he was a champ about taking antibiotics and an absolute nightmare about taking the pain pills they’d given him for all of the…everything on his back, arms, and sides.

There’s a strangled noise from down the phone line, and Eddie wonders if the phone actually is fucked. Before he can ask, though –

“Guess I did, huh?” Steve’s voice is soft. “Don’t mention it.”

Eddie scoffs a little, playful but casual. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to think about it much, either.” Steve actually does let out a chuckle at that, and Eddie grins, since there’s no chance of anyone seeing and calling him on it. What, then, is the harm? It’s just a little hero crush. “Hey, I’ll let you go, man. See you around, when Buckley lets you rejoin society.”

Steve groans just a little at that. “Yeah. Robin.”

“Robin,” Eddie agrees. “Later, Steve.”

And then Steve’s voice is all soft again, like it was when Eddie thanked him, like it was when he told Eddie to zip up his vest, and now – “Yeah. Later, Eddie.” There’s a lingering silence on the line, like Steve’s waiting in case Eddie has more to say.

Eddie hangs up first, and resolutely doesn’t think about it.

Who doesn’t get crushes on heroes, anyway.

#poplarste.mp3 #poplarste.fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #is it a ficlet if it's 1k and change???????#catch me double checking the scene while writing this #and finding to my delight that indeed there is a thunderclap and some red lightning right there where i'd already written it in #this was NOT supposed to be 1000 words.#there's an expanded version in my head where Eddie tries to act normal about his crush in public and is a total bitch about it #but even this much is more than i expected to write right now at this moment when i'm SUPPOSED to be doing other things so. enjoy i guess?#for clerical reasons: the plan worked vecna's dead eddie has no idea he likes men but steve DOES and IS flirting on purpose

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ppeepeeman · 2 years

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find us alive art dump (mostly harley bc i love him)

#find us alive #fua #dr edmund harley #dr beatrix klein #agent love #officer raddagher #nari love #ingrid raddagher #dr orion lancaster #dumptruck fua #peepee scribble

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sunspriite · 8 months

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so… surveillance has been going well, huh.

#raddlove #i would kill a LOT of people for them #fua raddagher #ingrid raddagher #fua #fua fanart #find us alive fanart #fuapod #agent love #nari love #ecto draws #find us alive

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secret notes part 7: pancakes for dinner

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Thor finds out your secret and Wanda finds a reason to go a little rogue.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: brief mention of blades; other than that, nothing bc this is a fluffy story [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love; reader in denial; translations will be in the Author's Notes

The common area was uncharacteristically quiet this morning; everyone either training or prepping for the upcoming recon mission meant that there was nary a soul in the usually bustling area of the tower. Save for Thor.

"Hey, Thunder."

"Greetings, Lady Y/N." You busied yourself with fixing a cup of coffee as you listened to the ambient noise of the blond Asgardian fiddling with his phone. From the tapping and scrolling pattern you surmised the god was doom scrolling through TikTok.

"Anything interesting on your for you?" you called out to him, earning a deep rumbling chuckle in response.

"Just one. Something about karaoke and the songs that the divas of the group choose to sing. I think the song goes a bit like…gusto ko nang bumitaw."

"Ngunit ayaw pa ng puso," you continued the meme purely from muscle memory over seeing the same thing for weeks. It was a few seconds too late once you realized what you'd done.

"I knew it!!" He stood up from the armchair and walked over to you. "You're the lark!" he said in a hushed tone. "Oh my brother will be so pleased with this revelation."

"Thor, no!" you pleaded, your voice hushed and frantic. "Please you can't tell anyone. Especially your brother."

"Lady Y/N, my brother has been beside himself trying to unearth the identity of his lark, desperately hoping that—" He stopped himself short before speaking any further.

"What, Thor? Desperately hoping what?"

"No. I've overstepped. That is purely Loki's business and if he wishes to disclose that with you then I must respect that wish. But Lady Y/N you must tell him. He deserves to know the identity of the woman that's kept his mind running circles."

"I will. I promise. Just…just not now."

"You better. Or I will, Lady Y/N. He deserves to know."

"Brother what in the Nine Realms are you doing? You need to cease your haranguing of Y/N and allow her to prepare for her mission with the assassins." You sighed in relief as Loki walked into the kitchen area, placing a hand on your lower back. "Are you alright, darling?"

"Fine, Mischief. I'm fine. It was just a misunderstanding." You turned your pleading eyes towards Thor. "Right, Blondie?"

He sighed. "That is correct. It was a simple misunderstanding, Brother. No need for concern." He quickly tucked his phone away, his session of doom scrolling concluded. For now, at least. "I'll leave you to your pre-mission rituals, Lady Y/N." And with that he left you in the kitchen alone with his raven-haired brother.

"Must you truly accompany Agents Romanoff and Barton on this, dear Y/N?" Loki's tone was laced with concern. "This Ten Rings seems to have its fair share of formidable allies. Henchmen. Creatures they've subdued to do their bidding."

"Why, Mischief, were you reading up on my assignment?" you teased, trying to mask the effect that the realization had on you. How your heart was fluttering like a butterfly's wings in your chest. How his words almost made you feel like you were flying.

"Would it be so out of place for me to be concerned?" he asked softly, gently taking your hand in his, thumb stroking across the inside of your wrist. "Perhaps I simply wish for you to return safely."

"I have two master assassins covering me. It's just a quick recon mission, Mischief. I go in, poke around some files, clone some drives, and get out. If anything fucks up, I can take care of my—"

"If anything goes awry I want you to call for me, Y/N," he cut you off. "I will be there in a heartbeat, this I swear to you." His hand traveled up your forearm, his fingers wrapping gently around the inside of your elbow. "Promise me, darling."

"I promise," you replied in a rush of breath, as if your lungs couldn't hold in any air. "If things get bloody I'll call for you."

The next moments happened so fast you barely had time to process it, let alone react. His other hand held you gently by the waist as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before he relinquished his hold on you altogether and strode out of the kitchen. By the time you gathered your thoughts and turned around all you could see was his retreating form as Sam walked in with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Shoulda walked in here a few seconds earlier, I guess," he joked. "Aren't you supposed to be prepping for your recon assignment, Y/N?"

You could only respond with a nod, clearing your throat to shake yourself out of the stupor that Loki's actions put you in. "Uhh…yeah. Just gotta run a few errands and then I'll be ready. You want anything from the store?"

"We're running low on grape soda so…" You tapped your nose and pointed his way. "Thanks, lil bird. Say hi to Lance for me."

You walked out of the kitchen waving off his comment with a playful scoff.

As Wanda made her way to the kitchen she heard Sam's comment about "Lance", who he still assumed was the name of the man you'd been seeing, making her stifle a chuckle. The smile quickly faded from her face the moment she saw that a certain god had been nearby and heard the comment as well, a crestfallen look breaking his usual confident, smug facade, before storming off to the combat training area.

She kept her movements as quiet and undetectable as she could manage, trailing a more than reasonable distance away so that he couldn't detect her or her magic. When she found him he was swinging his daggers left and right with the grace of a ballet dancer against a flurry of holographic simulated faceless adversaries.

Something inside her broke at the unmistakable pain on his face, finally making her decide to make her presence known by blasting the last of the figures charging at him with her magic, and effectively ending the simulation program. "Maximoff," he huffed into the empty space. "How can I help you?"

"You can tell me what caused that look on your face to start with." He scoffed at her request. "Is this about Y/N?" She knew that bringing you into the conversation so soon was a risk, not to mention a stab in the dark from where he stood. But considering that this might be her only chance at getting anything resembling a genuine reaction from him, she decided to roll the dice.

"I wanted it to be her," he answered, barely audible but it might as well have rung as loud as church bells for the sorceress. "I wanted her to be my lark. Ever since we'd realized that she was working within the Tower, I'd held on to hope that perhaps Y/N could have been the owner of the voice that sang of her emotions towards me."

It took all her strength to not jump in place and scream it to the high heavens that it was you. "Wanted? Do you not want that anymore?"

"It's becoming less and less of a probability in my mind," he answered with a scoff. "How can she be my lark if she is courting another?"

She couldn't help it anymore, she began to laugh so hard that she began to clutch her stomach for some stability. "You mean Lance?"

"I don't understand how this is humorous, Maximoff."

Might as well go a little rogue, she figured. "She's not seeing anyone." She scrambled for a feasible excuse that didn't give away your visits to a recording studio. "Lance is the name of her contact at the grocery store. She places orders through him so that all she has to do when she stops by is pay. Hence the 'thanks Lance, I'll see you later'."

Dammit Wanda, you idiot, he's the God of Lies, you better pray he doesn't see through your bullshit.

"I see," he commented, his face stoic. "Thank you, Maximoff. For clarifying."

"Anytime," she said, her inner fangirl jumping at the thought that he still held on to hope for the literal truth. "As for your lark? I really do hope you find her. Someone willing to express their emotions the way she has, I think at least, secretly wishes to be found."

With those parting words she was on a mission to find Natasha. She needed backup for knocking some sense into you once you got back from the recording session you once again masked as errands.

After a quick recording session, a trip to the grocery store for some grape soda and an extra few boxes to add to Thor's weekly supply of pop tarts, and a stop at the post office, you finally made it back to the Tower to pack for your mission with Nat and Clint. What you weren't prepared for was finding the Russian spy in your apartment's living room along with Wanda, looking like they were ready to beat some sense into you.

"You have to tell him," Wanda spoke first. "I nearly went rogue."

"She really did. Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. He's not gonna hate you or suddenly stop having your back. Babes, I'm pretty sure he's just as in love with you as you are with him. And if all your little hand holding, hair tucking moments aren't enough to lead you in the right direction, you adorable idiot, then sit down and listen to what Wanda has to say."

You sighed and took a seat on the armchair opposite your friends, opting not to tell them yet that you had every intention of telling every member of the team, and effectively the rest of the world, once you got back from your mission. Mostly because you were curious what information the Sokovian had to share.

"Sweetie, he said he wants it to be you." Your heart stopped beating at Wanda's words. "He's been hoping it's you since the first live show. So here's what we're gonna do. Either you tell him, or I--"

"Can I have a turn now?" you interrupted. She nodded, giving you the floor. "I'm going to tell everyone after the mission." Her eyes lit up at the announcement. "I've already set the wheels in motion. Tomorrow while we're gone, an invitation to my next live show will pop up in our mailbox for the entire team. When my show starts, I'll do it without Stark's glasses. The whole world will know."

Your friends hopped up from their seats and tackled you into a group hug, squealing and giggling as if none of you had a care in the world. They helped you prep for the mission that you would leave for with Nat later on in the night, triple checking that every blade was sharpened and every cloning device was running as expected.

Nothing should go wrong. But it didn't mean that nothing could.

Once your bags were packed for the two days that you'd be gone, the three of you set off to the runway where the Quinjet was already prepped and waiting.

"Anything you need me to do for you two while you're gone?" Wanda shouted over the roars of the engine. "Any pets I should know about? Besides Y/N's god, of course."

"Very funny, Wan!" You swatted her arm, having nothing nearby to throw her way. "Just make sure he's at the live show, okay?" She nodded giving you two cheeky thumbs up. "And text me once the upload I scheduled went live."

"Make sure Tony doesn't go through my things while I'm gone," Nat called out. "He keeps trying to get material to create a reference of me in that holo-simulation training program of his."

"I'll put a force field around your apartment. Knock him on his ass if he even tries!" The two women exchanged a high five before the three of you huddled in for a final hug. "Be careful, you two! No getting kidnapped by the Ten Rings, that's forbidden in the unholy trinity."

"Don't worry if Y/N gets kidnapped she has a god on standby ready to rain hell on them for touching his girl." That made you swat Natasha's arm. "I'll go board." She took your bags as she and Wanda backed away from you. "Looks like someone wants to see you off, babes." She pointed her chin at the direction of a new comer, your heart stopping at the sight of Loki walking up to you.

"Hey, Mischief," you called over the engines, thankful that at least you could chalk of the hammering beat of your heart to being around the roars of the aircraft. "You decided to join the mission last minute or…?"

He grasped your chin lightly and the moment his skin touched yours, the roars of the engines dulled down to a low buzzing, allowing you to hear each other perfectly. "Remember what you swore to me, darling." His thumb touched your bottom lip lightly, causing you to form a slight pout.

"I promise," you murmured, your lips moving lightly against his thumb. "If things get bloody I'll call you."

He gave you a little nod before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. "Stay safe, dear Y/N." Then he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. "Come home," he whispered against your skin. He pulled away to press one final kiss between your brows, and you weren't quite sure because he'd brought down the little quiet bubble that dulled the roar of the engines, but you could have sworn he whispered, "Come home to me."

Surely he didn't say that, though, you thought to yourself. When you took a step back you felt his other hand grasp yours and you gave him a smile as if trying to reassure him that you would be safe, squeezing his hand lightly like you were trying to tell him the words you couldn't utter. I'll be safe. I love you. Even if you don't.

He brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before letting you go, his eyes trained on you until you turned around to board the jet.

Despite the knowledge shared by Wanda that you were not actually in courtship with anyone, Loki couldn't find it in him to tell you his sentiment in the plainest words. Not in a runway as if he was saying goodbye to you; he refused for it to feel like a goodbye.

So instead he whispered for you to return home. To him. And perhaps once you'd returned he could actually sit down and have a conversation with you about his affections, and whether you returned them. He was finished looking for the signs, the indicators; he simply wished to ask and bring your situation away from the blurred boundaries of ambiguity.

When he awoke the next morning, he saw two messages on his phone. One from you saying "Going into the Ten Rings base. If I don't text in five hours, take that as me calling for you to come save my reckless ass. Thanks, Mischief." A quick check on the message's timestamp told him you had a good three more hours to send a follow-up telling him you were safe.

The second message was a notification for a new video from The Lonely Avenger. As her voice filled the emptiness of his bedroom, he read the description, surprised to find more than her usual message that dedicated the song to him. "By the time this goes live I'm probably either in the air or offline doing something for work, so enjoy, everybody. And I'll see you at Groove tomorrow."

In the air? Those words made the god sit up on his bed, checking what time the video went live and, on a pure stab in the dark, comparing it against the timestamp of your message. The air left his lungs as a smile found its way to his face as he concluded that the time of the song going live coincided with the time you were still en route to the base.

"My darling Y/N," he whispered into the now quiet of his room. "Come home to me."

A/N: Y'ALL HE KNOWS!!

Translations: Gusto ko nang bumitaw – I want to let go already Ngunit ayaw pa ng puso – But my heart still refuses to

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