#and i feel like i could vomit i’m so tired if that makes sense

[courtingchaos]

I’ve been thinking about eddie who’s in the early pre relationship stages with you. but in his mind he’s married to you he’s been pining after you for so long. he doesn’t want to scare you though so he’s pumping the breaks and trying to take things slow.

you’re spending the night at his and he’s managed to keep enough distance from you that he deems respectful in his courtship of you. but when he wakes it’s to your hand high on his thigh, and you’re out for the count. and he’s hard as a rock and needs to move you before you wake up and see what state he’s in.

not wanting to wake you and alert you to his issue he thinks on his feet and decides he has to become soft asap, then he can move you. then if you wake up it’s not going to be to him feeling like a complete pervert.

so he’s reciting his favourite passages from all of the books he’s read.

only it’s not doing much. the pretty girl in his bed is winning this round.

he starts reciting them backwards to increase the difficulty and hopefully distract the ache away. but in his ingenuity to up the anti he’s inadvertently made it so tough that he’s now whisper shouting the words out loud. waking you. eddie still hard as a rock reciting poetry in a wicked order that makes no sense to man nor beast, is stopped abruptly in his tracks, gasping at the feel of your palm squeezing the meat of his inner thigh. Mortified and yet. Still painfully erect with no hope of going down anytime soon

sorry to vomit this at you but it seemed like fate that you’d asked for a request (this is far too long and detailed I’m sorry) and I was thinking about this at the same time

1. Don’t apologize, you’ve struck gold. You have not dug too greedily nor too deep.

2. You’ve written this really well so I could just post this with a bunch of reactions under it but, if you’ll allow me to expand upon this.

Picture this with me okay? He’s reciting Jabberwocky to himself. It’s a nonsense poem. He had an English teacher once give out a project for them to learn and recite a poem and of course he chose this. It has fun words in it like vorpal and borogoves. It’s become one of his bits actually when he’s trying to command a room.

“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:”

Everyone will sigh. Jeff and Gareth and Frank will drop their heads onto their desks or over the backs of their chairs in long groans. Dustin still thinks it’s fun, he hasn’t gotten tired of it yet, and Mike likes it he just won’t admit it. Eddie loves it though, likes the way slithy toves slides off his tongue when he puts on that creaking voice he uses for warlocks durning games.

Now though he mumbles it to himself in the dark, his ludicrous attempt at bringing down his mood. Something had woken him at the witching hour, 3:07 shining a bright green from across his room. He wasn’t cold, his window shut against the chill earlier when you’d come over. He wasn’t overheated, quite content with you softly cuddled up next to him. No itch or ill folded sheet causing him discomfort. He had seven solid minutes of waking, a few he spared to revel in the heat of you lying next to him. To feel your shoulder lying on his as you pressed your face into his pillow. Your knee bent up and almost over his own and your hand planted firmly on his thigh.

Oh. That.

Those fingers he liked to twirl around his own and lick salt off of when you were done with your fries? Those fingers were under the hem of his boxers and a very much pressing into the meat of his thigh. You don’t move except to breathe but all he can focus on is that hand literal inches from his dick. The dick he’d kept in check for weeks now in the hopes he wouldn’t chase you away with the absolute need he felt. Kind of like right now where it lays heavy and hot against his thigh just like your hand.

So Jabberwocky it is.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

But in the dark with a hard on, slithy toves makes him chuckle. Almost full on giggle and he slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. Slithy toves sounds like a euphemism for pussy and he can’t help the huffs of laughter pushed through his nose. He looks down in the hopes that this has distracted his dick but apparently laughter makes him harder and he files that away to look into at a later date. Borogoves floats through his brain and he immediately thinks about giving your boobs a new nickname and he has to put a foot down for himself.

Next verse.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Bandersnatch has to be a euphemism, there’s no goddamn way, it has the word snatch in it. He rolls his eyes and before he can sigh you shift beside him in your sleep, closer with your nose in his curls on his pillow and that soft hand he’s thought about when his own is too boring in the shower scoots another inch closer to the problem.

Maybe if he whispers it out loud?

“He took his vorpal sword in hand;-”

Absolutely not. Nope. New plan when he feels your sleeping breath across the front of his throat. It ghosts over his adams apple and all he can think about is your lips on his neck last week and how he’d pulled at his hair after you’d left just because it drove him insane.

Maybe if he recited it backwards it would confuse him enough all the blood would need to race back up into his brain.

“Outgrabe…raths…the-no…mome the and…” He’s squinting hard in the dark, reading invisible words on the ceiling in this new attempt to circumvent disaster.

“Borogoves…ha. Damn it. Borogoves…the were…mimsy all.” A headache is all this is giving him but for a moment he’s forgotten your hand and where it was. He’s searching the next line in his head and trying to jumble it so it isn’t so halting in the early morning quiet.

“Wabe the in gimble and gyer did!” He almost claps his hands when he makes it through without pause but he stops himself for fear of waking you up. Instead he spends 20 minutes working his way backwards through his poem, whispering to the night about the Jabberwock.

O frabjous day indeed when he realizes his dick is half soft now, not such a nuisance and a terror after he’s distracted himself. He thinks about waking you gently, a hand brushing your hair away from your face or running lightly over your leg but then you move. You move of your own accord and hook your leg over his. Kneecap bumping your hand higher and if he breathed wrong right this second you’d be brushing fingertips over his balls.

“And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,”

He mutters without whisper. It’s not full volume speaking but he really doesn’t want you to wake up and find him hard and awake with your hand shoved up his shorts. As much as he would really love to feel your hands on him like that he’s been trying his best to be gentlemanly. Only necking on your timetable when you steal him away to a quiet corner. A little over the pants stuff, heavy petting but you’ve never pushed it and it won’t make you uncomfortable, no matter what his dick wants him to do.

“Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!”

Eddie sighs. “Jesus Christ.”

“Hm?” You hum at him. A high note in the back of your throat that has him whipping his head to see you stirring. Adjusting to your side and dra-a-agging that hand. He doesn’t know what to do as you come around and blink up at him in the dark. He can see the edges of your expression from the light filtering in from outside, smooth brow and faint smile until it isn’t.

“Di’ yousay sumthin’?” Slurred against his shoulder where your mouth is pressed.

“Uh, kind of.”

“You okay?” You press up against him, your pelvis into his hip and he’s about to be caught. There’s no way you aren’t going to notice the outline in his boxers or the way he’s gotta be sweating gallons just in nerves.

“I…yeah?”

“What’s the ma-” You shift to prop yourself up so you can sleepily inspect him and he wants to subsequently die and sigh happily when your hand meets trouble. “Oh.”

Oh. Oh? Oh yeah, no big deal, it’s just his dick showing up to ruin the party like the world’s worst frat guy. “Look, I was trying to make it go away and I-“

“Why?” Having just woken up your voice is soft in a deep way. Scratchy from dry air but it fits the mussed hair and the rucked up t-shirt you have on. His gaze falls on the sliver of stomach that you’re showing off between the covers and he’s having a hard time coming up with an answer.

“Why?”

“Is there an echo in here?” You laugh and slide your palm over his stomach that tenses. “Yeah, why.” Your pinky catches the hem of his thin shirt and pulls it up to reveal his own section of underbelly. “We’re alone right?”

“Y-yeah.” It comes out like a hiss though because your nails scratch across that newly revealed skin and right over the trail of hairs below his belly button. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“I know.”

“I just don’t uh, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Your fingers move back and forth over his stomach before you let them dip back down to the waistband of his boxers, fingertip seeking under the elastic ever so slightly. “You’ve been very patient Eddie.” The rings on your hand are body warm but hold a child to them when they glide over skin. “I think we just had a little misunderstanding at first though.” Fingers comb through wiry hairs on their search for their prize. “I’ve been trying to do this since you asked me out, but I thought you wanted to wait.”

“Oh my god, no. I mean yes, because I thought that’s what you wanted but I read into things too much sometimes bec-ause fuck.” He was running his mouth but then you’d grabbed him. Wrapped that dreamy hand around his cock and sighed into his cheek like you were the one experiencing earth shattering euphoria.

“Eddie I’ve wanted to do this for months.” A slow tug to the tip and you do something with your fingers that makes his mouth hang open in a silent plea. Another twist before you run your thumb over his slit and he grabs your wrist.

“This is gonna be over so quick if you keep that up.”

“Well that’s not so bad, I was still a little tired.” Highlights pick up the line of your lips and that sleepy smile that’s all for him. Heavy lashes flutter when he lets you go and shoves his shorts down to give you room to work. “You can get me back when we wake up.”

He throbs in your grasp at the promised idea of getting you back and all that entails. He can’t help himself but think of wet and warm places while your hand moves in languid strokes. Hot puffs of air across his chest where you lay your head to watch and then he’s watching you watching yourself and falling into a vortex of horniness. He wants to weave his fingers into your hair for some reason. Wants to feel the softness between his fingers while you rub velvet skin through your own.

“Eddie?” You pant into his shirt, lips catching and dragging on the cotton.

“Yeah?”

“What were you reciting?”

It almost pulls him out of his pleasure it’s jars him so. Briefly he thinks about lying and saying Shakespeare but you’re already giving him a 3 am handjob so he thinks he might not have to fib. “Jabberwocky.”

“Alice in Wonderland?” Your hand leaves his cock suddenly but he doesn’t get to whine about it before he’s whining about you licking your palm and getting back to work. He nods above you like you could see him but it earns him a chuckle from you and a stray few fingers that tug at his balls.

“God damnit yes.” He does push his hand into your hair then, the other fisting into the sheets beside him. You make a passing remark about reciting it then but he honestly might not even know his own name. The way his legs move restlessly against the bed and his fingers grip into your scalp. The damp slide of your palm over the head of his cock, the twisting motion you keep doing, it’s all rocketing him towards his finish. The burn of it in his belly clouding his senses and making him buck his hips up into your touch. The air of your breath keeps breezing over his overheated skin and your panting laughs are shoving him closer and closer until he’s squeezing his eyes shut and going stiff.

Warm lines splash up his stomach and he knows in a minute or two he’ll feel shame unmatched by man heretofore known but right now he couldn’t care. Soft hands drag him through the aftershocks while you make praiseworthy noises into his chest. You coo at him for a job well done and he can feel the heat rise on his cheeks. Sitting up again to look back at him your drag a finger through the mess he made and when you take three seconds to inspect it he doesn’t expect you to bring it to your lips.

“I-“ He what? What can he say while he watches you suck on your index finger like he does? When a slick grin hooks the corner of your mouth up into something devilish and he has an awakening at almost 4 am.

“How was that, huh? Glad we got that over with?” You drop your cheek to your shoulder to give him a smolder but Eddie needs to taste your lips after you’ve tasted him. It’s a need not a want so he rushes you, pushes you back into the bed and gets his mess everywhere but it doesn’t matter. He kisses you deep until you both have to come up for air and then he’s peppering your neck in them until your giggling is too much.

He uses his shirt to wipe himself off, promising a shower in the morning, and pulls both of you under the covers to conspire in the afterglow.

“Do you think reading that poem is gonna Pavlov you now?”

“How so?”

“I mean,” your laugh cuts into your explanation, “slithy toves kind of sounds like a name for-“

“Pussy! I know!” He laughs with you. “And Bandersnatch!”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #My Fic

[jreads]

Not sure if this is where we submit requests, but i’d kill for a fic where reader’s having debilitating anxiety attack in Jackson (like where your vision blacks at the edges and you can’t breathe) and suddenly a strong force is keeping you up and you look up and it’s Joel; and he’s concerned bc he relates (but you don’t know each other) and you take a fistful of his shirt and suddenly they feel the symptoms retreating - and that’s how you meet, and you’ve found comfort in each other since. :’)

Sorry if that made no sense it’s word vomit LOL

Also sidebar: unexpected constellations will stay w me forever thank you:’)

Of Memories and Mealtimes (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, Mentions of death, Foul language

A/N: this prompt was so cute, I hope I did it justice!

It’s been getting colder recently. No snow, not yet, but the breeze has a certain nip to it, blowing burnt orange leaves to rest on the ground like a natural carpet. The days are grey, and the nights are long, and that creeping feeling has been looming ever closer recently. You’ve found solace in the comfort of the kitchen. The air here is warm and humid and smells of frying garlic and onion. You perform repetitive, menial tasks and it staves off—to some extent—the ever-present penetrating feeling of loneliness. 

Since arriving in Jackson, you’ve struggled to find a place, a sense of belonging. You’re coming to the conclusion that maybe you never will. You thought you had one… but that was a while ago. 

It’s selfish to think you’re the only one in this town with a painful past; it’s clear that everyone is trying just as hard to find reasons to get through each day. You’re not alone. But you do feel like it. Often.

Maria has taken pity on you, stationing you in the kitchens because she knows you like it there. Knows you like to watch the people sitting at tables and soak up sounds of laughter in an attempt to steal a moment of second-hand happiness.

It’s late now, pitch black outside, and your shift is almost over. You’re cutting fruits and veggies for omelettes in the morning: spinach, olives, tomatoes. There are maybe five people still sitting, a table of three, one woman at a booth, and a man sitting alone at the bar. Sometimes, you like to eavesdrop.

The trio are talking about their old lives. They seem to have found something in common, street racing. Moding their cars, evading the cops… back when you could just drive into a gas station for petrol.  One used to have an old Charger, stolen in the looting. He reminisces over how the purr of the engine felt, how the lights of the highway would turn to a blur as he accelerated. From the corner of your eye, you see the man from the bar get up to leave, dropping some coin on the counter. You used to like to drive fast too. When it was for leisure and not for survival.

“I’m scared.”

The familiar voice sears through you like a branding iron, bringing with it flashing images of memory. Fuck. No, no, no. Not now. 

The freeway is peppered with stationary cars, and you’re swerving, as fast as humanly possible, trying desperately to navigate the mess. The Jeep behind you is gaining, and the little boy in your passenger seat is rigid in fear. If you can just make it through the overpass, it clears out after that. Their car is good offroad, but yours is faster. You upshift.

There’s gunfire, and your rear window shatters. He screams. You use your right hand to push his head down. He needs to stay low. You’re almost there.

Another gunshot. You try to ignore the popping of the rear tire; try not to think about what it means. The vehicle swerves and you fight against it by correcting the wheel. It’s no use. You clip the side of an abandoned car, and your own flips. You’re thrown through the windscreen. It’s the last thing you remember before your vision goes dark.

There’s pain. But not from the onslaught of old memories. You’ve slipped with the knife in your distraction, cutting a deep line into the side of your thumb. It’s dripping down, coating your fingers in a slick red. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, lungs constricting so hard you can barely get a breath in.

“Could I take five?” you manage to gasp to the other lady. But you don’t even wait for her reply before dropping the knife with a clatter and banging gracelessly through the back service doors. Your vision is blurring, darkening at the edges and your head is spinning. It feels as if you might die. You’re going to die.

Your hand is now coated in blood and—with little thought—you try to brush it off with your right, only succeeding in spreading the scarlet until it’s all you can see.

You wake in a ravine. How long have you been out? There’s pain in your cheek and you reach up to pluck a piece of glass from it. The crash. The kid. Oh, no. Oh, god. You call his name, voice hoarse. No reply. Your legs are too weak to support the weight of your own body, so you scramble up from the ditch, back onto the freeway. The car lies a few meters away on its side. Scraped and destoyed. And beyond it, a small body. No.

You crawl to him, sobbing at the bones bent in unnatural angles. And the bullet wound through his chest. You scream. You wail. His lifeless form is so small in your arms, leaking blood over your palms. You were supposed to protect him. You were supposed to—

His body is going cold. Limp and lifeless. But you can’t let go. Maybe, if you just hold on tight enough, the force of your love can breathe life back into his lungs.

You’re covered in his bood, figuratively, literally, it’s everywhere. Stumbling as if you’re drunk, you cry so hard that the tears only blur your vision further. It’s been a while since you’ve had one this bad. If you could just get back to your house. God, why did it have to happen in public? You can’t see where you’re going, so it’s no surprise when you run into something.

No, someone. There are hands on your shoulders and a comforting voice, gravelly Texan accent. What is he saying? You can’t tell. You’re going to be sick.

Something blocks out the lights of the streetlamp. There’s a body beside you.

A fragile body, broken and empty. Leaking life onto cracked pavement.

No, but this body is warm. Strong and gentle. A calloused palm cradling your head into a broad chest, a steady heartbeat. Alive. This body is alive. You clutch onto the fabric of his shirt with desperate hands, forgetting for a moment that your own blood will stain the fabric. He’s speaking words, low whispers, but the sound of them vibrates through him and into you. He’s telling you to calm down.

But you can’t. How do you tell him you can’t? You’re choking on air, hiccupping in a way that hurts.

“Come on now, breathe with me.” He smells nice, like cedar and whiskey. You can feel him smoothing circles onto your back, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhales and exhales. You try to copy him, lungs spasming with the effort. “That’s it. Keep going.” You’re heaving loud, ugly, uneven breaths, but it’s all you can manage. Past and present are flashing before you, your own blood, someone else’s, unseeing eyes and dead silence, a thumping pulse and soothing voice. It’s getting easier; you’re synchronizing your breaths to his own. But as you lean into the comedown, that exhaustion starts to creep up behind you. You melt into him in relief, but he doesn’t shy away. “There you go. I got you.”

Pieces of your surroundings start to fade back into view. You’re under the awning by the barn, shrouded in shadow. He’s practically holding you up by himself, and you feel a sudden deep stab of embarrassment. You can’t look this stranger in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his shirt.

He doesn’t loosen his hold. “You got nothing to apologize for.”

“Probably got… blood on your shirt.” It’s taking effort to even form the words.

He laughs lightly and the sound is like warm caramel. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

The nausea is ebbing, but you find you don’t want to leave. Caught in his arms, you feel the safest you’ve felt in a long while.

“You should probably get that finger bandaged.” He steps away, pulling your arm into the light to examine the cut and you almost sob once more at the loss of contact. “I got supplies back at my place, if that’s alright by you?”

“Okay,” you say because you feel too weak to walk back to your own house alone right now. And also because in the glow of the streetlamp, you can see the rugged handsomeness of his face, etched with sweet worry, dark curls interspersed with shots of grey. You’ve seen him before. The man at the bar, so often alone. 

You’re shaking now, visceral, wracking shudders. He sheds his coat and swings it over your shoulders before leading you down the laneway.

His house is not far, a five-minute walk at most. He ushers you up the front porch, opening the door to a dim-lit living area.

“Joel?” A shrill voice calls down from above. 

Joel Miller? This is Joel Miller?

“Yeah Ellie, it’s me.”

A little girl comes bounding down the stairs, dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She stops dead when she sees you, noting the jacket around your shoulders, the blood on your hand.

“What happened?” she says, with a kind of fascinated wonder that comes naturally to kids. Oh god, she reminds you of—

“Kitchen accident.” Joel replies smoothly. “You mind getting the med kit, kiddo?”

Her big eyes blink once, twice. “Oh, yeah.” Then she’s running right back up the staircase.

Joel sits you on the couch, grasping your wrist with a tender motion so at odds with all the things you’ve heard about him. Then again, you never knew he had a kid.

“Is she yours?”

He doesn’t look up from your palm. “In the ways that count.”

The girl, Ellie, is back down in record time with a worn first aid kit that she extends to Joel. When he takes it, she looks again at you with blatant curiosity. You feel guilty for barging into the warmth of their home like this.

“Ellie, why don’t you go boil some water for coffee.”

“Can I have hot chocolate?” she asks, and the hopeful joy in her voice is enough to finally make you smile.

Joel does too. “Sure.” And she’s off once more, rounding the corner to where you assume the kitchen lies. “But don’t go putting extra sugar in it,” he calls after her. The soft domesticity makes you ache with loss.

“Well, good news is you won’t be needing stiches.” He pulls an array of supplies from the box: disinfectant, gauze, a bandage. “But you should tell Maria to take you off kitchen schedule for a couple days.”

“How’d you know I was on kitchen schedule?” 

“Lucky guess,” he replies easily, but you swear there’s pink travelling across his cheeks. 

The disinfectant stings and you hiss. He falls into silent work, and you find yourself watching him, trying to understand how the man in front of you is the very same that garnered such a ruthless and cold reputation. 

He breaks the silence first. “I don’t mean to pry but…” Joel fastens the bandage securely around your finger. “…if you want to talk about what happened…”

You don’t. Not now, maybe not ever.

When you don’t reply, he nods his head. “I get it.” You watch him cast a glance toward the sound of a boiling kettle, to where Ellie is. “Trust me, I do.” 

You sit with him and Ellie—quiet with a warm cup of coffee—until late into the night. Ellie makes a face at the smell of it and quips back and forth with Joel about how he can ‘drink that piss.’ The girl has a mouth on her. She’s clever, sharp-witted, and the banter between her and him seems to dig a needle and thread into your gaping heart and sew one single stitch into it.

Past midnight, despite your repeated refusal, Joel insists he walk you home. Seeing your own house, cold and devoid of light makes your shoulders slump and heart race anew. Joel seems to note the behaviour.

“You’re always welcome at ours.” You know you’ll never take him up on the invitation. From the sadness in his eyes, you think he knows it too.

There are miles between you. “Thank you.” He only nods. You leave him standing on the lawn.

From behind the safety of the porch window, you can see that he waits for the light to turn on in your living room before walking back down the street.

Maria has insisted you take a few days off. Damn it. Joel must have said something. You try to busy yourself in the garden instead, but the gloves fit awkwardly over your bandage. You don’t last long anyway. The sound of school children heading home hits your ears around 3:00PM, and within minutes, a small shadow blocks where the sun hits your face.

“What’re you doing?”

Just seeing her face is enough to put a small smile on your own. “I’m planting basil.”

“What’s basil?”

You laugh. Actually laugh. “You want to try some?” You offer her a leaf and she chews it thoughtfully. Gives it an approving face. A thumbs up.

“You should bring some for Joel.” The forwardness of her suggestion is almost shocking, but she seems like the type of kid who says whatever comes to mind. You like that about her. “His cooking is pretty bland.”

Two laughs in one day. This kid is like medicine. “You think so?”

“Mhm. You could come over now. I think he’s on patrol, but he’ll be back soon.”

You think about turning her down, just on reflex. But you like how it feels to laugh, just the way you liked how you had felt in Joel’s arms the other night. So you agree. Her smile is brilliant. 

Minutes later, when she loops her arm through your own, she says, “Hey but don’t tell Joel what I said about his cooking, okay?”

You promise.

Around 7:00PM, he comes through the door, a weary sigh giving him away. “Ellie,” he calls.

“In here!” She’s excited. You’ve prepared a meal: pasta, sundried tomatoes, and the basil plucked from the garden. She’s been picking at the penne with her fingers, unable to wait until he arrives.

Seeing the surprised look on his face when he rounds the corner makes you feel suddenly shy. “I wanted to do something to thank you for last night and, well… Ellie found me in the—”

“Joel, it’s so fucking good.” At this point the muscles in your face are starting to hurt from smiling. 

Over dinner, you actually start to engage in the conversation, and somehow you seem to get along like you’ve known each other for years. In tandem, they work to bring you out of your shell. Your voice is hoarse and face warm by the time you go to leave, but Joel stops you at the door.

“Let me walk you back again.” Your selfish streak is only getting worse. You say yes. You think you see Ellie’s face in the top window as the two of you leave, a devious grin on her face.

Conversation flows on the way, about food, wine, Ellie. It’s comfortable, familiar, but there’s something… 

A yearning, buried under layers of friendly formality. He walks you up your porch and you think, for just a moment, about inviting him inside.

But you’re not quite ready for that just yet. So, you rise up to kiss him on the cheek instead, relishing the stunned look on his face.

Shy again, you back away across the threshold. “Good night, Joel.”

He says it back, and the way your name rolls of his tongue ignites something long dormant within you. You think he might be looking at your lips.

When the door closes, you let out a shuddering breath. And for what seems like the thousandth time that night, you smile.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #tlou fic #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #tlou angst #my fic #jreadswrites

[toppersbitch]

I'm Right Here // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Sebastian helps you through your breakdown/burnout

Word Count: 700

Warnings: talk of giving up, burning out, mental breakdown, bullying, unedited work

Prompt: “I’m here, I’m right here” and “please open up” “you’re doing great”

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The day was dragging on, classes were too much, and everything was too much. Hogwarts was the love of your school life, but sometimes it was too much. It was hard, the homework never seemed to end. You didn’t understand how anyone had time for good grades and extra circulars. 

The second you exited the doors to head to Beatsts, the rainy weather made you livid. You were splashed by some pesky 1st year. You didn’t think once more before turning and going back. You took a hot shower, tears colliding with the water from the faucet. You screamed into the shower head, turning it off abruptly. You trudged back to your dormitory, thanking Merlin that your roommates were out at their classes. 

You sat in your desk chair, pajamas on. You felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Your hands gripped the armrests, staring straight ahead. Slow tears escaped the corners of your eyes, falling and leaving wet marks on your shirt. 

“Hello?” It was a male voice knocking on your dorm door. You didn’t move from your chair.

“Y/n please let me in! Please talk to me!” It was Sebastian. You jumped up swinging the door open for him, he barged in. 

“Why weren’t you in beasts? I know it's your favorite class?” he was going through the trinkets on your nightstand. 

“I didn’t feel like it,” your voice was monotone, and you sat on the edge of your bed, “how did you get into the girls dorms?” 

“Don’t change the subject,” he turned to look at you finally. Your tear-stained cheeks and rubbed-raw nose. Concern hit him like a train, and he hurried to sit next to you, “what’s happened?” 

You shook your head, the lump in your throat growing, making it impossible to speak. Sebastian was your best friend, but the words couldn’t find themselves out of your mouth. You broke, tears streaming down. You hid your face in your hands, pressing your palms deep into your eyes. Sebastian grabbed at your hands, trying his hardest to remove them from your face.

“I’m here, talk to me,”  he put an arm around your shoulder, his face right close to yours, “I’ll wait here forever if I have to.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore,” you squeaked, your hands never leaving your face. 

“What do you mean?’

“I’m so tired, the work never stops, I don’t feel good enough,” it all came out, world vomit. You didn’t even know if it made sense. 

“Who told you that?” 

“No one,” you didn’t say anymore, you didn’t want to add that you’d heard your roommates talking about you when they thought you were asleep. You held your breath, trying to get yourself to stop sobbing, to no avail your body shook with pressure building up, finally letting out in a wailing noil. 

“Hey, I’m here, it's okay I’m right here,” he pulled you into his chest, the cool satin fabric providing relief to your swollen face. He held your head tight, his hand running through your hair, “for the record I think you’re doing great!”

You heard cackling in the hallway, classes must be out and it must be your roommates. 

“You need to hide,” Sebastian jumped up, jumping into your wardrobe. You wiped your eyes, moving to sit at your desk, pretending to do your work. 

“Why weren’t you in class today?” one of your roommates asked, “Couldn’t handle it?” this was a dig and you knew it. You didn’t reply, simply sat with you back to them, waiting for them to leave. 

When they finally did you let Sebastian out, he spent time popping his joints in exaggeration. You sat back on the bed, feeling as numb as before. 

“Do you need anything?’ Sebastian placed an arm on your shoulder.

“Could you just stay with me?” you looked up at him, your eyes bloodshot and sad. 

“Of course.”

You scooted over, finding a way for you to both fit on the small twin bed, grabbing his hand tightly you closed your eyes, 

“Tell me a story?” you steaded your breathing, matching Sebastians breaths. He began telling you about his winter break excursions, his hand squeezing yours every so often.

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[itachianon]

|| Coincidences | You kiss him drunk ||

A/n: I will make a masterlist of all the word-vomits I write for him. I had so much fun writing this one🤍

One thing Itachi Uchiha hates is babysitting, he does not like to take responsibility for people who can’t fend for themselves. Or- worse— who can, but don’t. He was ticked off, feet aimlessly searching for the tavern you went with your friends to. It was one of your friend’s birthday but Itachi somehow— with some extra inculcated sixth sense, just knew you’d be knocked unconscious. Or worse— be puking your guts out.

He searched for a bit, until he found your group. Your friends knew him now. Sometimes they teased him as your part time boyfriend but Itachi didn’t know it.

“Ah— he’s here. The knight in shining armor to rescue our princess” your best friend cooed, while you looked at him, droopy eyes and a hiccup escaping your parted mouth.

Itachi noticed a lot of things, how the outfit was a little too revealing, how you did your makeup today. How your lip shade perfectly suited your complexion, prominent collarbones highlighted just right. He cleared his throat, not letting the fog of his observation and obsession— lingering, silent, unnamed obsession with you which he heeds no mind to; cripple his wordings.

“I believe it’s time for you to bid good night to your dear friends.” Itachi didn’t sound like he was giving a suggestion. You, on the other hand, had no choice to obey when his eyes warned yours sternly.

“Hai hai~ I know.” You walked beside him, trying your best to walk straight but eventually falling right on his chest. “Fuck- m’ sorry.” You mumbled, fuck you felt like you’d start sobbing. The alcohol does so little for you to control your emotions. Itachi on the other hand was seemingly pissed off. “That’s alright” he assured, patting you on the shoulder.

“Let’s get home.” Itachi carried you princess-style, away from the bland ruckus, away from everything. While you were lucky enough to gaze at his exquisite features, his stress lines, his prominent lashes. A little furrow in those brows which suited him the most. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” You mumbled, causing Itachi’s tender gaze to land upon you.

You couldn’t see what was the expression he had in response, eyelids falling akin to slumber. When the next time they opened, you were being tucked into bed. “I’m not your care taker. I hope you keep that in mind when you get reckless again.”

Itachi’s words stung, tears prickling in your eyes as you gathered words from your clogged throat; pulling him closer by his shirt, his face a few inches away from yours. Eyes-widened with how you both could feel each other’s breath against your skin.

Your pupils moved, enamored by his face to forget the stab of his words for a moment. “Never asked you for your help, Itachi.” You managed to answer, the scent of alcohol and the garlic chicken you ate mingling with your breath while Itachi watched, dumbfounded.

Before he could lean away, you pulled him closer, a stray tear drop falling from your tired eyes to get absorbed against the silk pillow case. “You can stop acting like you are dependable. You are free to leave you know? Well— as if you ever ask me before leaving.” You sounded like an angry child complaining to their caregiver. Itachi listened to you, he was always a good listener after all, and, right now? You were spewing honesty.

With ragged breaths, you leaned further in, stealing a longful peck from Itachi’s lips. “I hate how I can’t hate you.” You mumbled, while a very perplexed Itachi, who was almost angry you didn’t kiss him right, leaned further and stole the kiss from your lips. Shoving his tongue right in while his bony fingers tucked stray strands of hair behind your hair.

“I, also, hate that I can’t leave.” Itachi mumbled silently, watching your hazy pupils give into slumber. Taking advantage of this, he leaned in and deeply kissed your forehead, confessing to himself. “I hate— that I love you. You don’t deserve someone as cruel as me around you.”

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Nap Date

AN: sleepy girls make the best girlfriends 🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack wants to spend more time with you, but you always seem to be sleeping

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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The relationship between you and Jack had been going on for almost a year and a half or so and you were head over heels for him. Once you saw those blue eyes and curly hair, that was all she wrote. 

His second album had come out recently so it was the norm for him to be constantly traveling from one place to another while still trying to do his best to call you and make sure that you were okay.

You had just recently started a new nursing job on night shift in the pediatric emergency department switching from working with adults.

Nursing wasn’t new to you, but working with children along with their parents was. 

No one could make sense of why you seem to be more tired than usual since you had always worked night shift and had now started to spend most of your free time sleeping.

Maybe it was the switch between different hospitals or the population that you were working with.

Either way, if you weren’t sleeping or with Jack or your friends, you were somewhere bundled up in a blanket burrito watching your multiple streaming services that you would more than likely fall asleep on. 

Jack had a tiny break coming up, only about two days or so and made it his mission to spend those two days with you before hopping from city to city again. 

He already knew that you had those days off since you always send him a copy of your work schedule just so he can know what days to work around if he wanted to plan something for the two of you and vice versa.

It was around 9 in the morning when Jack had sent his first text of the day to you.

Smush- Good morning baby girl, how was work last night?

You- A baby was projectile vomiting all over the emergency department waiting room and I of course was assigned to take care of the baby and then it happened again and went down my scrub top. I feel like I will be scrubbing under my boobs for the next week and a half because I know I’m clean but I still feel disgusting. Other than that, great. How are you, baby?

Smush- 😲😲😲😲

You- I’m fine, it’s fine, everythings fine

Smush- Baby that does NOT sound like everythings fine

You- But it is. I actually got to eat my hot cheetos for lunch last night while I had a parent scream at me that I wasn’t doing anything for their kid and telling them what was going on. Ma’am your kid’s arm is basically in the shape of a circle. I think it’s broken, babe. Besides, the doctor tells you that, not me. And I continued to eat my cheetos because I had already given him pain medicine. Now I’m eating ice cream in bed contemplating why I decided to be a nurse. 

Smush- I… umm…. Because you wanted to help people babe. And you only ate hot cheetos? I thought we talked about this. You’re always going to have your good days and bad days. I’m always going to be here to listen to you rant about it.  I just wanted to spend some time with you this weekend because I know you don’t work and I have a few days off. 

You-......

Smush- mamas?

You-……

No response

Smush- Baby? Did you fall asleep that fast?

Smush- I hope you didn’t fall asleep with the ice cream in the bed like you did last time and woke up with it melted everywhere. You were sticky for like 2 days even after multiple showers. 

Smush- I mean if I was there I would have licked it off of you, but….

Smush- I’ll call you later, baby. Sleep well. I love you. 

It was around 4 pm when Jack had finally gotten a response from you.

You- SHIT

You- BABY! I’M SORRY! I’M AWAKE!

Smush- It’s okay mamas lol I know you were tired. Did you sleep okay?

You- Yes! But I woke up covered in cookies and cream ice cream again

Smush- BABY! I told you not to fall asleep in bed while eating ice cream!

You- It only got on my arm! So we’re good! 

Smush- So, as I was saying earlier. Date this weekend?

You- PLEASE! I MISS YOU!

Smush- I miss you too mamas. I’ll plan everything out and all you have to do is pick out an outfit.

You- Do I dress like a whore, classy, or casual?

Smush- Uhh run that first one by me again?

You- Okay classy it is and for now I have washed the ice cream off my arm and now I have to get ready for work. I’ll try to facetime you on my break if a kid or a parent isn’t screaming at me. 

Smush- I hope you have a better shift tonight and I can’t wait to see your pretty face later

You- Thank you smush

It was around 3 in the morning when Jack heard his phone ring and it didn’t matter since he was awake. He knew it was you and quickly answered.

Jack saw your face come into view and it looked like you were in a supply closet.

“Uh, babe?”

“THESE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“What happened?”

“They floated me to the adult emergency department! I have one person who keeps jumping out of bed with a broken hip I don’t know how the fuck he is managing to do that, another one with a gunshot wound who probably needs a chest tube, another one who is 102 and still a got damn full code who is having breathing AND cardiac issues and I am PRAYING that they don’t code because I can’t tonight. I CAN’T. Anyway, you okay, baby? Oh shit. It’s three. Did I wake you up? I’m sorry if I did. I just miss you and wanted to hear your voice.”

“Wait, baby that was a lot and we need to unpack it.”

“No we don’t. They’re all alive. Moving onto more important things, the fact that I miss my boyfriend and I think I have actual shit on my new shoes. Welp looks like I have to throw these away now.”

“Umm, babe, maybe I need to take off a few more days and stay with you because you… sound um…?”

“Stressed?”

Jack simply nodded his head.

“Yeah, just a little bit, but I’ll get through it.”

“Baby, you are hiding in the supply closet.”

“They don’t need to know that. I haven’t peed since I left the house. Oh. Maybe I should go when I get off the phone with you. Anyway, tell me about our date so I can….”

“Code blue room 24. Code blue room 24.”

“FUCK! THAT GOT DAMN 102 YEAR OLD! SHIT! BABY I’LL CALL YOU BACK! FUCK I HAVE TO PEE GOT DAMN IT! JACK, I LOVE YOU. GOTTA GO.”

You immediately ended the facetime call and all Jack did was let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. He wanted to do something nice for you since it seemed like lately you weren’t having the best shifts at work. 

He wasn’t that far from you and planned to hopefully surprise you and be at your house when you got off from work in a few hours. 

After your shift, you sat in the parking lot for an hour just staring off into space before starting to make your way back home.

Once you pulled up, you made your way to the front door, but not before taking your shoes and throwing them in the trash can by the end of the driveway. You were surprised to hear the television on since you remembered turning it off when you left. You also smelled food and was immediately taken aback.

“Am I in the right house?” You whispered to yourself, but not before reaching into your pocket and grabbing a saline flush.

“And what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” You stuck it back into your pocket, but not before grabbing your baseball bat that was perched near the door.

You tried to make your footsteps as quiet as possible as you approached the kitchen, but because it was an old house, it didn’t quite work out that way.

You then came into the kitchen to see Jack’s back turned to you while he was in front of the stove.

“Baby, put the bat down. And I expected you over an hour ago.”

And that was when the waterworks started.

Upon hearing this, Jack turned around and made his way over to you to try and embrace you, but you immediately backed up.

“Baby! Don’t cry!”

“I have other people’s bodily fluids on me. Let me take a shower and then you can hug me. And I still have to pee and I missed you and oh my fucking shit you’re here. Did I tell you I love you already?” All the while tears are streaming down your face.

“I love you too. I’ll go run your shower for you, come on mamas.”

You followed Jack up the steps while you were still crying and Jack was doing his best to calm you down.

After you showered and moisturized your body, you threw on your Louisville bonnet that Jack had gifted you last Christmas along with a matching shirt and shorts.

You made your way back downstairs and upon hearing you, Jack opened his arms and you ran full speed to jump into them.

“I needed this, thank you, thank you, thank you. I know you’re busy and I hope that I didn’t take you away from anything.” You said as Jack soothingly rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“You’re welcome, but there is no need to thank me. I knew my girl needed me. Now I got food for you too or did you just want to go to sleep?”

“What are we eating?”

“Stuffed french toast.”

“Baby, you didn’t cook that, did you?” You asked because the last thing you wanted to do was get food poisoning. One of Jack’s many talents did not include cooking.  

“Um, let’s just say that the smoke alarm kept going off so I ordered it instead.”

“Fine by me.”

It was now Saturday and that meant date night for the two of you. You were already dressed and sitting on the couch surprisingly waiting on Jack. You had been excited ever since you had woken up and couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for the two of you. 

He had been out the majority of the day getting things for the two of you and had just gotten back in the house about twenty minutes ago.

“How is he going to tell me to be ready by eight, but his ass isn’t even ready?” You muttered to yourself while scrolling on your phone on instagram. Soon your eyes started to get heavy and the phone was long forgotten. 

Jack came down the steps twenty minutes later to see you knocked out on the couch with your phone on the floor and he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

He decided that you two could have a nap date for one day and could go out tomorrow not wanting to wake you up since he knew that this week had been exhausting for you.

Once upstairs, he slipped off your Louboutin heels, put on your pajamas and covered your hair and got comfortable himself. He laid down next to you and drifted off to sleep.

It was midnight when you woke up startled.

You woke up and looked down to see that Jack had his arms wrapped around you and you were thoroughly confused.

“Oh, SHIT! BABY!” You exclaimed while shaking Jack awake and all you got was a groan.

“What, baby?”

“DID I FALL ASLEEP ON OUR DATE?!”

“Mamas, we didn’t even make it out of the house. You fell asleep on the couch and I brought you upstairs.”

“Damn it, I’m sorry I know you…”

Jack immediately cut you off.

“All that I have planned can be moved to tomorrow. And besides, technically we still had a date.”

“Huh?”

“It was a nap date because we both took naps since we’re exhausted. I still call that a win. Get to catch up on sleep while laying next to my sleepy girlfriend.”

“Oh well, I guess you’re right.”

“Now let’s continue our date so that we can actually go outside on our date tomorrow.” Jack said while kissing you and bringing you closer to him.

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[mamaestapa]

Positive

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: A couple weeks have passed and you’re still feeling under the weather. You decide to take a test and the results leave you questioning everything…

•word count: 1.6k

•warnings: Pregnancy, language, pregnancy tests, mentions of unprotected sex, birth control, mornings sickness (pretty much all of the pregnancy symptoms) slight fluff and angst

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January 14, 2023

4 weeks pregnant

2 weeks.

2 weeks had passed and you still hadn’t gotten your period. You tried to stay calm as your thoughts ran wild. You had no idea what you would even do if you were pregnant. You live in a one bedroom apartment, you have a very busy schedule, you’re only 24, and hell, you’re not even in a relationship with the baby daddy! Well, he'll only be the baby daddy if you are pregnant, which is really looking to be the case.

Oh god. The baby daddy, Joe. What would you tell Joe!? How would you even tell Joe!? And then there’s the whole situation with telling Sam. If you are pregnant with Joes baby, how would you tell Sam!? You can’t just say: “Hey Sam, I slept with your best friend and surprise, he knocked me up!” You started to panic, regretting everything from that one steamy night that ensued between the two of you. it felt so right in the moment—and even the morning after. But right now? Boy did it feel so wrong.

Y/n, calm down. You don't even know that you're pregnant yet! You thought to yourself, trying to ease your worries that you just knew were going to be true. You sat on your bed and pulled out your phone, deciding to seek advice from someone who is going through your exact dilemma. Okay… maybe not exact, but she is currently pregnant, so maybe she could help you out.

You- Hey emma. Do you have a second?

Emma-Oh, hey Y/n! Always, what’s up?

You- Well, I won't give any details...yet. It’s kind of personal, but I could use your help.

Emma- Everything OK?

You- I don’t know yet. I need to know, what were your earliest pregnancy symptoms?

Emma- My earliest pregnancy symptoms? Why do you need to know that?😂

You- because I just do. What were they?

Emma- Omg?! Y/n, are you pregnant?

You- I don't know! That’s why I’m asking you about your symptoms so I can evaluate myself lol

Emma- This is crazy. Who’s the baby daddy!? I’m so excited. Does Sam know!?

You- As much as I would like to tell you, that is classified information. And no, Sam doesn’t know. I don’t usually discuss my pregnancy scares with him.

Emma- Makes sense. Well, my earliest symptom was definitely feeling super tired. I always had a metallic taste in my mouth too. I also got really horny over everything Sam did. I just looked at him like he was a big slice of cheesecake😍

You-Oooh, I could go for cheesecake right now

Emma- Me too👅😏

You- Ew, that’s my brother you’re talking about. But i don't have any of those symptoms, except maybe the tiredness.

Emma- Well, what are your symptoms then, babe? maybe I can let you know based on those?

You- Nausea, vomiting(mainly in the morning),  sore boobs, being grossed out by certain smells. I hate coffee now and I swear my hearing has changed.

Emma- Awe Y/n, go buy a pregnancy test right now. you're definitely pregnant.

You- Seriously?! You think so?

Emma- Girl. Sore boobs, the morning sickness, being grossed out by certain smells. There is definitely a bun in your oven, honey.

Your heart dropped and a pit formed in your stomach as you read her text. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you grew overwhelmed by the emotions you were currently experiencing. There’s only one way to be sure. You need to take a test.

You-Oh god...I guess I’ll go take a test. i'll keep you updated. Thank you for helping me, Em. love you!

Emma-Of course! Hey, good luck okay? No matter what the results are, I’m always here for you, got it? So are the other girls. love you!❤️

With that, you turned your phone off and let out a shaky sigh of defeat. Time to go buy a test and pee on a stick that’ll change your life forever—for better or for worse.

~time skip~

You quickly opened the door to your apartment. You made your way to the bathroom. shutting and locking the door once you were inside. You placed the plastic grocery bag from Walgreens on the countertop. Here goes nothing…

You took a deep breath as you opened the bag and took out two different types of pregnancy tests. One Clear Blue digital test and the other, a First Response test. You’ve seen advertisements for both and we’re unsure which one was more effective, so you decided to buy both. Taking multiple tests won’t hurt. You opened up the containers that held the tests with shaky hands. You’ve only ever experienced a pregnancy scare one other time before this. But this time felt much different than the first. Because there’s a chance you could actually be pregnant. Your eyes scanned over the directions. You slightly laughed to yourself at the step-by-step directions provided by the pregnancy test companies. You pee on a stick—it's pretty idiot proof. What a way to find out you're bringing a little bundle of joy into the world, huh? Who knew peeing on one little white stick could bring you the best or worst news you’ll ever receive. Although you’re extremely nervous for the results, you do know one thing. Even if the test is positive, as much as it would be a shock and certainly unplanned, this baby would be so, so loved.

You didn't feel like making a mess, so you decided it would be best to do your business in a small cup. However, the clean dishes you had only had in your kitchen were wine glasses. So you decided, fuck it, you’ll just pee in a wine glass. Which is exactly what you did.

After successfully peeing in the wine glass, you set it on the counter and dipped the tests in there for about eight seconds. You didn’t really know how long you were supposed to dip the tests, but you figure if you’re pregnant it won’t matter anyways since the test will detect it right away. You put the caps on both tests and flipped them over. You didn’t want to see the results right away. You set a timer for three minutes and waited anxiously, chewing at your bottom lip as soon as the timer started to tick down. As you waited for the results, you slightly hoped the tests would be negative. You were so worried about what you would do if they come out positive. Of course you would keep the baby, but you absolutely are not ready to be a mother yet. Your nerves were currently through the roof as you paved back in forth in your bathroom, waiting for the test results that held your fate. You decided to text Emma to ease the nerves.

You- Hey! I just took a couple tests. I have about two minutes left on the timer and I’m so nervous right now. How did you do this, Em?😂

Emma- Awe, Y/n. Well, I was prepared for the results, and I had Sam there as support. If I was in your situation though, I would've been a nervous wreck. But you'll be fine! Promise.

You- Yeah, that’s true. Thank you for the reassurance<3

Emma- Of course. Good luck!

You shut your phone off and the timer went off about 10 seconds after your screen went dark. Your heart rate quickened, the palpitations making you feel like your heart was going a mile a minute. Your hands got clamy and your tummy churned with nervous butterflies. Inhaling a deep breath, you spoke to no one in particular—just yourself. "Okay, Y/n. If this is positive, it's going to be OK. This baby will be loved no matter what. You have a huge support system, and even if Joe decides he doesn't want anything to do with you or the baby, it will be fine."

"Here it goes..." you murmured, getting ready to flip over the tests sitting face down on the bathroom counter. Your hands shook as you turned over the Clear Blue test first. Your worried eyes scanned the white and blue stick. Your heart dropped as you read the results, tears immediately welling up in your eyes. You picked up the test and put a hand up to your mouth in disbelief.

Pregnant 3+

You held the Clear Blue test in one hand as you flipped over the First Response test. Two dark and distinct pink lines had developed on the previously all white circle in the middle of the test.

You’re pregnant.

You picked up both of the tests, holding them in my hands as you choked out a sob.

"Oh my god...there's no way." You set the tests down, thinking hard about how this was even possible. Yeah you and Joe had unprotected sex, but on birth control, how could this happen!?

You mentally scolded yourself in the moment. You know brith control isn’t 100% effective.

You set the pregnancy test on the counter and n swiftly walked out of the bathroom. You grabbed your package of birth control pills that sat on the nightstand. You examined the pack. No missed pills. Until you saw it. There it was, staring back at you, sitting on your nightstand, a small yellow pill. You smacked your forehead, remembering when you missed a dosage a few weeks back. You told yourself you would take it the next day, but you never did. You sat down on the bed and hunched over. Resting your head in your hands as sobs began to wreck your body. You could blame it on hormones, but you knew it really wasn't just from the pregnancy hormones.

The truth is, you were feeling scared and utterly alone. You didn't feel prepared to be a mother at all. You had no idea how you would break the news to Sam or your parents. And Joe, you don’t even want to think about he’s going to react to the news. Will he stay around or is your baby going to grow up without its daddy? It broke your heart just thinking about telling anyone, especially Joe, about your pregnancy.

You slowly lifted your head up and hastily wiped your wet, bloodshot eyes. You were so overwhelmed right now. As you sat on the bed, contemplating all of your decisions from the past month, you let your mind wander to your pregnancy. You let out a sigh as you stood up and walked over to your body mirror by your bed. Once you were in front of the mirror, you pulled up your shirt and examined your belly in the mirror. No bump yet. You placed your hand over your lower abdomen, gently stroking your soft skin with your thumb to let the little guy or girl know you knew about their existence in your womb.

"Hey baby...what are we gonna do?" You spoke softly,!voice cracking with emotion as you gazed at your still flat tummy. As you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about all the milestones i'll get to experience in the next nine months. The cravings, the baby bump, the first kick, finding out the gender, decorating a nursery, labor and delivery. Part of you was so excited for this milestone in your life, but the other part of you was absolutely terrified.

You have no idea how you’ll break the news to Joe that he’s going to be a daddy. You just hope he reacts well…

hey loves!

so this chapter was a little short, but there was really no way to drag this one out any longer lol. the next chapter is much longer though :)

how do you think joe will react to the news? if you think he reacts in the best way possible…you may want to think again👀

i’m having so much fun with this series and i hope you are too! i’ll have a welcome to the jungle update out sometime this weekend or beginning of next week. i REALLY need to update that series, i sincerely apologize for the lack of of updating. i’ll make it up to all of you, i promise!

i hope you’re all doing well. as always, thank you for reading🤍

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#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #daddy issues

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love pt 4 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one Part two Part three Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part Nine Part Ten Part 11 Part 12

Chapter Four

Steve POV

1978

Steve carves his way across Lover’s Lake with an energetic front crawl. Okay, he’s got to admit—it’s a bit bigger than he judged.

He’s getting tired, though he can still make it. After all, he’s eleven years old, and the best swimmer in his grade. He reckons he could beat half the kids in the High School swim squad. What’s a puny lake to Steve Harrington?

The waters grow thick and deadly heavy. Soon, his arms flounder and his legs splash uselessly. He glances up to figure how far the bank is, mistimes his stroke, gulps a mouthful of water.

He chokes, swallows, discovers he’s no clue in which direction he should go. He swipes wet hair from his eyes and realizes he can’t see his parents. Can’t see anybody. Yeah, he’d deliberately swum off to prove his father wrong, because he’d said Steve couldn’t cross the lake, but… Oh crap!

He sinks, pulls upward with all he’s got left, and bursts through the surface, screaming: “Dad! Mom! Dad? I’m… lost… Heeeelp!” His legs have gone weak, and he doesn’t know what to do with his arms, whether to wave them or try to swim or… “Mommy? Da-ad? Daddy!”

His final efforts fail, and the dark waters suck him deep, closing seamlessly above his head.

1986

The scary dreams fade to nothingness, and Steve begins to wake. His head aches, and his bat bites manage to throb, itch and burn all at once. He opens his eyes, with a weary sense of having been through all this before, far too many times.

However, he isn’t in his parents’ living room, which is the last thing he remembers. He’s not a clue where he is. It looks like some dingy log cabin, and a stale tobacco stench catches in his throat. Robin’s nowhere to be seen, which alarms him further. Eddie paces the creaking floor, flexing and cracking his fingers.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s hand flies to his chest. Then that electric smile that Steve’s getting way too fond of returns: “Hey, big boy. How ya doing?”

“Oh, never better.” Steve coughs. He doesn’t even try to rise from the lumpy old camp bed he’s lying on. “My body feels like goddamn heavy metal… and, uh, not the sort you dig.”

“Seen bodies I like less, Harrington.” Eddie smirks then cringes; Steve’s not gotten a clue how to read that. “Look, you've been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours.” He grabs a bottle of water. “You have to drink. Or we’re gonna have to get you to a doctor, and Buckley’s gonna ride my ass.”

“I’ll give it a shot.” Trouble is, Steve knows that Eddie will have to help, and it’s dead awkward. He does his best to sit, while Eddie plumps the pillows and helps support him. Eddie’s hair gets everywhere, way worse than Steve’s. Then Steve’s hand trembles so bad, Eddie has to guide the bottle to his lips. Even then, half the water dribbles down Steve’s chin, and it barely wets his parched lips. After a couple of slurps, his stomach performs an unpleasant flip. “Had enough, man.”

“Ooookay. We’ll try again later, huh?”

“Yeah, if you want me to vomit all over your… Hey, is that my Hugo Boss t-shirt?”

“Don’t worry, Harrington. It’ll look waaay better when I daub it with the sacred Hellfire Club logo.”

Steve’s beyond caring about that kinda stuff. What he really wants to say, but won’t, is that it looks great on Eddie. The short sleeves afford sizzling glimpses of Eddie’s tats.

Christ, get over it, Harrington.

He concentrates on what Eddie is telling him. Turns out, the three of them have escaped Hawkins, though not travelled far: “We’re in a deserted cabin, about twenty miles out. Robin can cycle back and get into radio contact with Dustin and the others, which is where she is now. They can sort out supplies, give us updates. It’s still total chaos in town, which has bought us time.”

“You need to keep moving, man,” murmurs Steve. “I know I said don’t go without me, but… Jesus, I’m slowing you down.”

Eddie gives a casual shrug. “Nah. We can wait for ya, Stevie.”

Stevie?!?

Steve snorts with laughter, then he sinks again fast. He’s so stupidly tired. God knows how long passes before Robin’s voice revives him. “Steve? Steve! Try to wake up. Please?”

He does. For her. His eyes are watery, and it takes a moment to focus. Then he sees her eyes are watery, pink-ish too. “Rob? W-What’s wrong?”

“Thank God, you’re back.” She leans close, attempts a clumsy approximation of a hug. When she pulls away, she unleashes way too many words for him to cope with. Dustin has updated her on tons. Max is hurt, and it’s really bad, and then she talks about Hopper. 

Hopper’s alive?

Steve raises a shaky hand to veil his eyes. “Hey, slow down. Max is gonna be okay, right?”

He peeps between his fingers. The look that passes between Robin and Eddie all but chokes him. He disguises a sniffle beneath another cough.

“Hop’s coming back, and that’s good news, right?” says Robin. “Maybe he can get you two off the hook. Although, right now, I believe we’re among the missing, presumed dead. Yay?” She underlines her false cheer with a tremulous smile. That’s when Steve notices the baggy yellow top she’s wearing:

“Hey, that top is mine! You’re both wearing my clothes?”

Eddie leans coolly against the wall. “Badge of ownership, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asks Steve. “Who owns whose ass?”

Eddie grins and… was that a twitch of his eyelid or a wink?!? Either way, it dizzies Steve. “Whichever way round you want, baby,” says Eddie.

“Ooookay.” Robin giggles, sounding as jittery as Steve feels. “Uh, Steve. We should probably check your bandages.”

He’s genuinely relieved when Eddie wanders off. He lifts his t-shirt and hisses as she pries the dressing from his scabbed blood. “Is it bad?”

“You’re not all stinky and septic, nor leaking Upside Down black goop, so… No, I’d say good. Does it hurt much?”

“Not as bad as it did.”

“You still seem a bit fever-y.” She gingerly drifts the back of her hand across his brow. “Not so gross and sticky as you were, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he snarks. He actually finds feeling so sick and weak far more intolerable than the pain. It reminds him of when he travelled with his parents, when he was much younger. And when he always got sick. A splash of ice bites deep. “Ow!”

Robin assaults him with an antiseptic spray.  “Sorry!”

“Don’t go into medicine, Rob.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Uh, Steve. One question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you ask us to leave town via Lover’s Lake?”

“Wha—” Steve blinks. His brain strains to retrieve whatever the hell she’s talking about and draws a blank. “I have zero memory of saying that. I mean, why the heck would I?”

“Oookay. You were probably raving.” That nervous laugh returns. “You sure you’re sure you’ve no idea?”

He blinks at her again. He really hasn’t.

He’s always loved swimming in Lover’s Lake. Then again, he likes swimming pretty much everywhere, particularly in open water. It gives him a rush, a sense of control that’s proven so difficult to grasp in pretty much every other area of his life. Okay, there was that one time he nearly drowned in Lover's Lake as a kid. Even that didn’t put him off for long. In fact, it fired him to get stronger, better, to learn lifesaving and CPR.

Robin’s brows are raised, as if she expects some bombshell revelation. “What do you want me to say?” he answers. “I haven’t a goddamn clue.”

She lets it drop. He fears he hasn’t heard the last of whatever’s bugging her. Perhaps, despite her protestations otherwise, she’s still fretting about rabies. “Hey, Eddie,” she yells, “stop skulking and come and help, will you?”

Robin and Eddie finish patching him up, and Steve struggles not to whimper like a candy-ass wuss. Then, as he feels too crappy to sleep, his mood plummets even lower. He can’t stop thinking about Max, and how he’d failed to save her. Maybe if he’d been there, he could’ve found a way, like he did when he saved Eddie?

That he was otherwise occupied feels like an excuse. He should’ve protected the kids better, and… Ugh, he detests being THIS DAMN PATHETIC, a total wimpezoid. He despises being seen like this, even by Robin, and she’s seen him brought low before, when they were captured by the Soviets. Plus, she’s his best friend. Steve Harrington is the big guy, the protector. Without that…

…I’m nothing. Eddie Munson’s gonna see that pretty quick. Uh… Why the Hell should I care so much about that?

His miserable thoughts drain him. He tries curling onto his good side, just as Robin comes at him with a bowl of cereal. “Get lost,” he mutters, and finally drifts back to a sick-feeling sleep.

Later, when he awakes, the fuss remains excruciating. Eddie props him up on more pillows and tucks up the blankets. Robin menaces him with the cereal again, and this time, he chokes down a few mouthfuls. Eddie checks Steve’s wounds, and wipes him down with a cloth, dabbing his scarred torso, hands and face.

Steve refuses to look Eddie in the eye, and chews his lip ragged. He waits till Robin goes outside then asks the question that is literally gonna kill him: “Eddie, I need the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Eddie palpably tenses. “Uh, pretty sure I saw a bucket somewhere.”

Steve groans. “Isn’t there plumbing inside this dump?”

“Noooot as such. There’s literally a brick shithouse outside. Reckon you can make it?”

“Sure,” says Steve, trying to sound casual rather than terrified he’s absolutely not gonna make it.

He manages to sit, and then Eddie helps him to his feet. They start off, with Steve leaning heavily against Eddie. To be fair, it goes better than expected. Steve’s dizzy and slightly nauseous, but the cereal stays down. While his legs are basically jello, they don’t give out completely.

Not until the way back, at any rate.

One of his knees buckles beneath his weight, and he flops into Eddie. He winds up clinging around Eddie’s neck, one foot sliding as if on ice, and staring up into Eddie’s dark, soulful eyes. Losing himself in them, like they’d drugged him or something; even giggling, and wondering fleetingly if that fizzle of attraction might still be real, despite his wretched state.

“I gotcha, Stevie.” 

Stevie… again?

The pulsing veins on Eddie’s face betray his strain in keeping Steve from falling. He’s also wearing a faintly amused smile, which touches Steve somewhere tender and deep.

But Eddie’s laughing at him, not with him, right? “Bet I’m hilarious,” mumbles Steve. “I guess with no TV you get your kicks where you can.”

“I don’t watch much TV,” says Eddie, placid enough. “Sure miss my Ghetto Blaster.”

“There was one in my room. If you were dumb enough not to bag it, that’s your loss.”

While bitching, Steve finds his footing again. Eddie helps him back toward the camp bed.  When, finally, Steve’s butt lands heavily on it, he’s still hugging around Eddie’s neck, so he tugs Eddie down with him. He slithers his arms free and shivers. He actually wishes he could keep clinging rather than go back to lying alone, feeling horrible. Christ, he’s hopeless.

He rolls to face the wall. Eddie pokes him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” snaps Steve, the heat of his temper warming him. “I made it to the outhouse and back, didn’t I? If you two morons quit stalling, we can get moving again right away.”

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part Ten Part Twelve

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(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[whataboutthefish]

While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

Words 900

Also on Ao3

Whirring noise… click

Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share. 

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test. 

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb. 

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup. 

Please wake up soon. 

~~~~

Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day. 

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different. 

I miss you.

~~~~~

Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right. 

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me. 

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this. 

~~~~~

Sixteen Weeks 

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault! 

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now. 

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Twenty Two Weeks 

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from. 

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from. 

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back. 

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Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there. 

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

~~~~

Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right. 

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright. 

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie? 

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes… 

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #mpreg #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson

[kusagrasskusa]

Hi there! so i have read your request rules and i have no idea if i can find if they are opened or closed but if they’re closed, please do not take this!

Raiden finding his S/O dead after a argument. Not a suicide, just a murder. I’m about to go all out on these details. 😭

So S/O and Raiden got into a argument about his safety and what not and they separate for a few hours (not break up, just avoiding.) He noticed how the house they shared got a bit to quiet. He went to go and find her, but found her dead on the living room floor dead with a tranquilizer (filled with poison) in her neck. I know my request is crappy and probably makes no sense whats so ever. 💔 But if this is not crappy to you, you can write it! But if your request are closed, you don’t have to. Also, no happy endings for NOBODY. 😍

But thats all for my request. Ty for your time!

Ohhh I like this!! Thank you so much for your request! I love it whenever people give me a scenario with details, it makes it easier for me to write and not worry about if the requester will like it 😂❤️ But fr though, happy endings are no bueno… life just isn’t gonna be a happy place, especially if you’re named Y/N 😈 or in this case, Raiden too

Also I found this sexy piece of art from u/all-men-die on r/MortalKombat!! All credit goes to them! And also, Raiden has hair in this hehe.. sorry not sorry 😋❤️

And I’ll update my Request Rules after I post this!

Raiden finding S/O dead after an arguement

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Shinnok had been given a fate worse than death and his blood may fall to Raiden’s hands. He was no longer the thunder god Y/N had married- no, he was someone else entirely. Y/N was a human but it didn’t take a genius to learn of Shinnok’s amulets’ doing to her husband as suddenly his mercy had disappeared overnight a while ago. Ever since then it had been a weight on her shoulders; this was a man who killed those who he believed to be a threat to his ideologies unlike the man who had once advocated to protect Earthrealm at all costs, and murder was only needed in certain cases. A genocide against all his foes was something Y/N couldn’t sleep at night to the thought of. Who had her husband became?

Y/N was biting her lip in thought, leaning over her kitchen counter. Her eyes were blank as she daydreamed, and her focus only broke whenever her husband had suddenly walked in through the front door. It was a little house she lived in near the sky temple that was provided by her dear husband, though now, it almost felt like a prison. “Raiden?” She called out instinctively as she turned her head towards the front door. The lightning god himself and stepped in, removing his conical sedge hat and sighing.

“Hello, dear,” he replied with a tired voice. Y/N was easily the mother type whenever it came towards caring for her husband, and simply hearing that string of tiredness made her anxious. She quickly made her way over to her husband as his hair dropped down and a little tangled, making her frown. “I have something important to discuss with you.” Y/N wrapped her arms around her husband with a feeling of dread in her stomach, but nodded softly.

She knew her husband had something bad to say, but never this.

“Raiden, how could you!” Y/N seethed, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes wide with rage. “Why in the heavens would you be so irrational? Do you ever think about yourself in those moments?”

Raiden’s emotionless stare was enough to tell her he wasn’t at all feeling guilty for this actions. “Shinnok was the greatest threat to Earthrealm. I would have thought you to be more reasonable,” he replied in a serious tone, “had I not put an end to him, you may never know what evils he would bestow upon Earthrealm again.”

Sickening; Y/N felt like vomiting just then. Raiden had come home from torturing Shinnok and then beheading him. Yes, the Elder God was a cruel creature however how could Raiden act on such torture? Whether one agrees that Shinnok deserved it or not must understand the one who enacted on this was someone who would have never done something like this just a little bit before now. “This isn’t you, Raiden,” she hissed, standing up from the couch. “Will you subject anyone who defies you to such torture? A fate worst than death? Had you ever considered the effect of your actions? Had you ever considered the effects on you?”

Zzzz-CRACK the lightning went, appearing from no where. Y/N gasped and fell from her seat. Raiden stood up off of the couch, towering over her. “Y/N, I don’t suppose you are defending him, are you?” Lightening trailed off of his body in a threatening manner, which she would have thought attractive if she wasn’t at the victim of it. Her moment of fear quickly passed as she shot up off the ground. The lightning quickly disappeared as if quickly realized his mistake.

“Raiden, until you are thinking more clearly, I want you away from me. It’s for your own safety, and it seems I must think of my own when I’m around you as well.”

The look in his eyes were obvious that he was sorry. Though the words didn’t come out since he knew the way his wife would get- she wouldn’t accept it until she feels better. He nodded his head and began to walk down the hall and into their shared bedroom, leaving Y/N to look out at him as he walked. She felt a pain in her chest when she watched him leave but… what just happened? Who was that man who had just threatened her just then? It couldn’t have been the same god she fell in love with.

She let out a little gasp as she spun around, having heard the door open. Did Raiden walk around her without her noticing and tried to leave?

No, he had been in the bedroom for at least a few minutes at this point. He laid in their bed, hands on his head, as he processed what was going on. “Dearest, I hope you’ll understand one day,” he mumbled, “but please forgive me. I had stepped out of line and made you feel threatened.” He spoke as if he were praying to her for her forgiveness which he sort of was. Why, she’s the (now) immortal wife of the lightning god. She’s close enough, is she not?

And to a mortal praying to their god, him praying to his dearest wife is something just as dear if not more. He promised eternity’s worth of protection and love yet he had almost broken the first promise. How could he make up for it? As he sensed the amulet’s energy off of him, he sighed, “perhaps it has darkening my judgement… No, this is it. I shall no longer let this evil cloud the better of my mind.” He seethed through his teeth as guilt began to wallow inside it. Dammit, what had he done?

However, the deafening silence as minutes and minutes to half an hour has passed made it a little hard to think. “That is it,” he decided, getting up out of bed, “no more fighting until they call me to it.” He smiled softly, combing his hair with his fingers as he walked out of the bedroom. Actually, during one of his thought processes, he decided to change out of his regular gear and put on a special outfit his dear Y/N made for him during one of his trips. It was soft, warm and had obviously had the perfect loving touch of his wife and so he felt like it would perhaps appease her to see him have it. As he stepped out into the living room, he looked around- no one.

“Y/N?” He called out softly, furrowing his eyebrows. He made his way around the couch, calling out, “Dear, I know I have upset you, but-… Y/N?” He voice was the most unstable anyone had ever heard of the pronounce lord, however whenever he saw his wife laying on her back, wide eyed, and mouth gapped on the floor, he was more distraught than he had ever been in his entire immortal life.

“Y/N!!!” Running to her side, he lifted her head up as his breathing hitched and grew unstable. He felt like he was being choked. Beneath her hair was a tranquilizer filled with a foggy substance, and he yanked out and threw it across the room. His fingers ran over her pulse as he checked, praying- praying the fucking gods above for the sanctity of this situation. “Y/N please! How could i have let this happen?” He cried upon no pulse. He urgently picked her up in his arms and teleported to the SS base where Johnny and Cassie were per usual- and upon his arrival, they were quick to hear of his presence.

Y/N had quickly been taken into their poison control and as Raiden stood by her side and learned there was nothing they could do to being her back, it was so clear to see how the color had drained off of him.

“That is all?” He asked distaughtly, his eyes not even being able to focus on anything. “There is nothing to be done?”

Raiden obviously knew the answers. He had been around and seen it happen for millions of years but this mortal- this woman- was something that had exceeded all his expirences and knowledge together. He never knew he could love someone as much as this woman who now lay lifeless with a bag over her. This is what he remembers warning his brother about before entering Earthrealm. He remembers warning him of the dangers of falling in love or getting too close. Yet in the end, he had tasted the feeling love brings and had felt incredible loss his mind was not capable of comprehending.

Now, he no longer had a reason to care for those who inflict pain on Earthrealm and their inhabitants.

And with how he let his wife die, he no longer cares for himself either.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk x reader #reader insert #mk mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mk10 #mk11 #mkx mortal kombat x #raiden x you #raiden x y/n #raiden x reader #mk raiden #mortal kombat raiden #sad :(

[honeybadgerwritings]

Being Brave is Hard

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Requested: “can i request eddie munson comforting his s/o cause they are about to have surgery and have a phobia of hospitals and medical stuff.”

Warnings: Slightly graphic descriptions of panic attacks, vomit, pain, gore, medical procedures, and anesthetic sedation (needles).

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS this fic was supposed to be finished a little over a week ago, and I’m so sorry about the wait. I had to get emergency surgery to get my appendix removed, which is incredibly funny to me because of the contents of this fic. I stg I didn’t plan this, I either just cursed myself or predicted the future. Either way, it’s done and I’m still healing! Everyone enjoy!

Summary: Emergency surgery mixed with a girlfriend who has an intense fear of hospitals? Eddie is going to need all the help he can get.

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All you had wanted was a nice, calm, and relaxing morning where you could wake up on your own, and feel perfectly well rested. Where you could snuggle into Eddie’s arms for another ten minutes while he rubbed your back and stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Maybe he’d hold you especially close because of how cold it is outside, and he’d want to keep you warm. Maybe he’d take pity on your tired self and let you sleep through first period of school, and the two of you could show up late. But luck was not on your side this morning.

Not at all.

“Baby c’monnn... you have to get up.”

You groan into your pillow in response as Eddie gently shakes your shoulder, lips resting against the shell of your ear. He had first woke you when he abruptly jumped out of bed, scaring the shit out of you. After that, he had maybe given you two minutes of peace while he got dressed before trying to get you out of bed. You were never really a morning person and he knew that, but this time something feels off.... you feel off.

Actually you feel like shit.

And the fact that he’s trying to peel you out of bed for school definitely isn’t helping. It doesn’t even make sense, Eddie hates school. So why the hell is he trying to drag your ass out of bed in such a hurry? You have no idea, and right now you don’t care. Your body feels like it weighs twice as much, your head is pounding, and your abdomen feels like it’s on fire.

“Eddie...” you whimper, trying to get him to take the hint. He only cooes at you, thinking you’re just exhausted, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You relish in the comforting touch, sinking back into your pillow as sleep begins to overcome you once more. Only for it to be ripped away immediately as the covers were pulled off you. You whine, instantly curling in on yourself as the cold air pricks at your skin.

“Nooooo...”

“Yesssss,” He mockingly whines back, “C’mon, get up. Breakfast will be ready in five.” He places a chaste kiss to your forehead before strolling out of the room, singing N.I.B. by Black Sabbath. You peel one of your eyes open to look at the clock on the wall. It read 7:15.

Too fucking early for this bullshit.

You sat up begrudgingly, blinking slowly before wiping the drool from the side of your mouth. Your bare legs are covered in goosebumps from the chilly October air that floods through the trailer vents. You slowly kick them over the side of the bed, feeling weighed down. You rest your head in your hands as the pain in your skull only grows with every movement. You couldn’t help but feel annoyance towards your boyfriend for the rude awakening he had given you.

You’re well aware that he’s not a mind reader, and probably couldn’t tell that you were not feeling well, but c’mon. Nobody wants to be woken up like that.

“Why the hell are you so excited about school you dipshit?” You whine, hoping he could hear you over his loud ass music.

“Hellfire tonight baby!” He calls back and you groan, remembering the end of his campaign was in fact tonight after school. You lift your head and stare into the mirror in front of you, taking in your reflection.

The dark Motley Crue tee of Eddie’s that you use as a sleep shirt matches the color of your eye bags, while the rest of you looks incredibly sickly. It was a startling sight to say the least. The ache in your abdomen resurfaces as you stand up, and you wince, stumbling your way through the door of his bedroom.

You‘re so confused as to why you feel like this. Last night you had fallen asleep with a slight stomach ache and now you think you’re dying. You can tell you have a fever just by how achey and sweaty you are, and your head feels like it’s spinning as you guide yourself to the bathroom using the walls.

You can hear Eddie dancing around in the kitchen as something sizzles on the stove. Normally you would laugh and make fun of him for his atrocious dance moves, but the smell of whatever the hell he has cooking goes straight to your gag reflex and you push your way inside the bathroom.

You find yourself on your knees in front of the toilet, dry heaving a few times before your dinner from the night before makes a reappearance. Tears spring to your eyes as the acid burns your throat, and you weakly call out for help the second you got the chance to breathe.

“Eddie...” you manage to choke out just in time before throwing up again. His voice begins to fade into earshot as he approaches the bathroom door.

“Uhhh baby? I sort of burnt the eggs so I think we’re just gonna have to stop at 7/11 on the way- holy shit.” He stops in his tracks, freezing as he takes in the sight before him. He only pauses for a few seconds though, before he’s quickly making his way towards you, multiple panicked “shits” and “fucks” leaving his mouth as he does so.

He carefully maneuvers his way behind you, pulling your hair from your face and holding it back. His other hand rubs up and down your arm soothingly as you retch into the toilet. You can’t help the whimpers that leave you as the pain in the right side of your stomach becomes excruciating.

“Easy sweetheart, I gotcha. Just let it all out.” You cough and hack for a few moments, and his hand moves from your arm to pressing firmly into your back, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine, “Breathe baby, you gotta breathe.”

You try your best to do so as the contents of your stomach begin to run low, your puking coming to an end. You rest your head against the toilet seat, too tired and in pain to care about how gross it might be. You don’t even notice that Eddie had left your side until he returns, a cool wet rag and a glass of water in hand. He crouches down to your level and gently lifts your head, wiping off your face of any sweat before cleaning around your mouth. The back of his hand finds your forehead as he checks for a fever.

“Jesus Christ, you’re burning up.”

Worry dances over his features as he brings the cup of water up to your lips, allowing you to sip it. You swish it around at first, before spitting it in to the toilet and pulling the handle to flush the contents down. You drink some more after that, relishing in the relief it provides your throat. Eddie stays there with you, still supporting your head as he hums in an attempt to soothe you.

Unfortunately, as soon as he pulls the glass away from your lips you’re reminded of the sweltering burn in your stomach. You wrap your arms around yourself and lean back against the wall, gasping in pain.

“Hurts... Eddie it hurts.” You whimper pathetically, eyes pinching shut.

“What? What hurts!?” He asks in a panic, his eyes scanning over you. He watches as your hands press against the right side of your stomach in an attempt to ease the pain. His hands gently place themselves over yours and he asks,

“Right here?”

You nod frantically, pained groans and whimpers leaving you as he gently pulls your hands away. He slowly pulls your shirt up to reveal your stomach, examining to see what could be wrong. From the looks of it you’re not hurt at all, and he breathes a sigh of relief knowing you weren’t hiding any injuries from him. He places his hand against your stomach, gently pressing into your skin to feel if something is wrong. You hiss in pain and reach out instantly, gripping his arm in a silent plea for him to stop.

“Shit- I know sweetheart I know, I’m sorry.”

He continues to gently prod around until his fingers find themselves over a very swollen section of your abdomen. He sucks in a breath at that, pulling away as soon as you cry out in pain. He reaches up, cradling your cheek to comfort you as he thinks about what to do. Your eyes close and you feel dazed and tired, leaning into his touch. He needs to get you to a hospital, but he knows you well enough to realize that you’d rather lay here and die than do that.

This was going to be a challenge.

“Okay baby c’mon. Let’s get you up okay?” You don’t protest as he reaches under your arms to pull you up, helping you stand on your feet. He wraps an arm around you as he guides you back to the bedroom. He sits you down on the bed while he scrambles around.

You can’t really register much besides the pain at this point, but you are able to feel the soft mattress beneath you and you hum.

“I can sleep again?” You ask, hopeful, your words almost slurring together. Eddie can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he approaches you with a pair of sweatpants and his slippers. (The bunny ones he made you swear to never tell anyone about.) He places a kiss to your temple before kneeling down in front of you.

“No no no, no sleeping right now okay?” You pout at that, not even noticing as he maneuvers your legs into the sweatpants, pulling them under you and up over your bum. He slides the slippers onto your feet with ease, before tying your hair up as best as he could incase you had to throw up again.

He helps you stand once more, guiding you out to the van and buckling you in. He hops into the drivers seat, quickly peeling off towards Hawkins ER. The ride there is fairly easygoing. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking it with his thumb anytime you groan in pain, and making sure you stay awake.

As he pulls into the parking lot he realizes just how smoothly this went. Even though you’re clearly out of it, he‘d never expected to be able to get you here so easily. He puts the van in park, and you lift your head in confusion.

“Where are we?” You whine, peeking your head out the window for the first time. You look up at the giant sign by the parking lot entrance that reads ‘Hawkins Emergency Room,’ and your heart drops at the same time as Eddie’s.

So much for this being easy.

“Baby...” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“No no no. Eddie... please take me home. I-I can’t-” you’re cut off by your own cry of pain as you try to scramble as far away from him as possible, your abdomen burning like crazy. He slides over to you and grabs your wrists in an attempt to prevent you from hurting yourself further. You continue to fight against him, tears trickling down your cheeks as you yell at him to take you home.

You eventually end up pressed against him, your back meeting his front while his arms keep you encased. You’re pleading now, begging him to get you out of here while you cry and struggle in his arms. He can’t stop the tears from filling his eyes as he holds you close, unable to prevent the sheer terror you must be feeling.

“Sweetheart please-” his voice cracks and you let out a sob. He rests his chin on top of your head, delicately swaying the two of you back and forth, “I want to help you, but you gotta let me.” He holds you impossibly closer to him, kissing the top of your head as he tries to will the tears away.

“Pl-please don’t make me go in there,” you beg again, “I hate hospitals...I-I hate them Eds. I-I’m fine really...please.”

For a minute he contemplates it. He wonders if it’d be easier than having you cry in his arms while you beg him to take you home. But he knows that’s not an option; You’re obviously not okay, and this wasn’t just some sickness you might have caught. Eddie’s no doctor, but he can tell well enough that the swelling in your stomach couldn’t be anything good. He needs to get you in there, but first he’s gotta calm you down.

“Listen to me,” He starts sternly, “You’re not okay and you know that. You need a doctor, and we’re not not leaving until you see one.” You sniffle in response, still trembling in his arms, and his tone softens, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms. “You’re in pain baby, and I can’t make it go away on my own.” Your lip wobbles and you whimper,

“I-I can’t Eddie please-” you’re cut off once again by a yelp of pain as you clutch your abdomen again. You turn, burying your face into his chest as you cry. You know he’s right but you don’t want to admit it; hospitals are terrifying to you, and they always had been. It’s where people go to die whether they know it or not, and you really didn’t want to be next. Eddie places his palm on the back of your head and he shushes you, continuing to rock the two of you back and forth.

“Yes you can, I know you can. Wanna know why?” You peek up at him, your puffy eyes filled with curiosity, “Cause I’ve seen you do a lot scarier things than going to the hospital.” You huff out a breath, sniffling again.

“I mean come on, you traveled interdimensionally and fought off monsters. All while trying to kill that Vecna creep to save the world.” You wipe your nose with your shirt as you slowly calm down.

“Being brave is hard. Besides, you did that too.”

He kisses your forehead, “Yeah but you did it better.” You smile and he continues, “Besides, if it weren’t for you I’d be bat food.” You shrug, feeling bashful.

“Oh! And remember last summer when you snuck into the Wallace’s trailer to steal your money back, and you outran their Rottweiler?” You can’t hold back your giggle, nodding against his chest. “That beast almost got you too.” You whack him, sitting up and rubbing your tears away.

“Bonnie is not a beast. She’s adorable, and she only chased me cause she likes me. If it was you running it would’ve been a different story. Your ass would’ve been a chew toy.” He gasps, reaching back to cover his butt in mock fear.

“Not this ass, it looks too good! Especially in these jeans.” You laugh at his antics until you gasp, your stomach flaring up. Eddie watches you carefully as you try your best to breathe, and he places a comforting hand on your back.

“Hey, you’re safe okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.” He murmurs and you take a deep breath, looking back up at him with a smirk.

“You swear on Dustin’s mother?” He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s a low blow.” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting his answer. “Okay yes. I swear on Henderson’s poor mother.”

You nod, letting out a breath.

“Alright...let’s get this over with then.”

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“I’m sorry, appenda-what?” Eddie asks, eyes filled with confusion.

“Appendicitis, it’s a condition where the appendix becomes inflamed and filled with pus— causing pain.” The doctor explains sliding on his rolling chair as he points towards the screen.

“Wh-what’s the appendix?” You squeak out nervously. Eddie’s hand rests on your shoulder, providing some comfort. When you and him had stumbled in, they immediately showed the two of you to a room and began to run some tests.

They initially wanted to do the tests in private, but after you had almost went into a full blown panic attack, the doctor and nurses agreed to let Eddie stay. They had given you some temporary pain killers and for a while that helped, but you were still shaking like a leaf in your hospital gown. It was obvious the staff was taking pity on you, but you didn’t want their pity.

You want to go home.

“The appendix is a narrow pouch that projects out from the colon. It really has no known purpose so removal of it would do little to no harm to you-”

“What do you mean removal?” You ask sharply, your tone immediately rising to a panic. The doctor pauses for a moment, as if trying to figure out the best way to tell you this.

“Well you see, appendicitis is considered a medical emergency because if it is left for too long it will eventually caused the appendix to burst or rupture.” You hold your breath, awaiting the dreaded words that were about to leave his mouth. You could feel Eddie bracing himself for your reaction as he slowly moved closer to you.

“A burst appendix is incredibly painful and life-threatening, which means it requires immediate surgery for removal and the cleaning of your abdominal cavity.”

In your mind you’re already gone. You’re sprinting down the hallway, trying to get as far away from that dreaded hospital room as you possibly could. Not once looking back. But here in the present? You’re frozen in place and completely filled to the brim with dread. Almost as if one more drop would cause everything to spill over. Your eyes were completely unfocused and your breathing was picking up rapidly.

“Woah woah woah hey...” Eddie starts, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. The doctor immediately makes his way closer, placing his hand on your arm, but you aggressively flinch away towards Eddie. A cry leaves your lips and everyone in the room jumps at the sound of it. You’re scared, you’re so scared.

“Y/N it might be best if we-”

“Hey uh listen Doc,” Eddie cuts him off, “I know you’re all um medical professionals and shit but...you guys really freak her out man. I think she just needs some space.” The doctor’s eyebrows furrow.

“I understand that but it’s urgent that we perform the surgery-” you visibly flinch at the word, “before her situation becomes any worse.” Eddie huffs out a breath, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to figure out what to do. His eyes scan over your rigid form for a moment, registering just how terrified his poor girl must be feeling.

“Just... give me five minutes with her okay? Someone’s gotta calm her down and I know that won’t happen if any of you try to do it. Please.”

The man pauses for a few moments before eventually nodding, ushering the nurses out of the room before following them shortly after. As the door shuts behind them, Eddie scoots further onto the bed, situating himself in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

“Hey...can you hear me?”

You’re staring past him, eyes completely unfocused as your mouth moves, revealing the thoughts that are swirling around in your head, almost like a tornado.

“Oh god.... oh god I’m gonna die I gonna die- Eddie I don’t want to die oh god-” you gasp out, your thoughts and words completely jumbling together in a messy pile of fear. You’re trembling under his touch as his thumbs gently stroke your cheeks.

“No no no, you’re not gonna die- Hey!” He taps your left cheek lightly, trying to snap you out of whatever panicked daze you’re in, “Hey look at me.” Your eyes slowly but surely move to meet his, a look of recognition filling them. “Can you hear me?”

It takes you a second to fully register what he had said before you force a nod. He huffs a quick breath of relief before speaking again,

“Listen to me, you’re not gonna die. You’re gonna be just fine okay? I promise.” He moves closer to you, scooting forward in a gentle attempt to bring you into his arms, knowing that you could snap if he wasn’t careful. He pulls you snug against his front and you wrap your arms around him. You lean your head against his chest and take in his musky scent, listening to his heartbeat.

You can’t stop the tears from finally escaping your eyes as you wheeze the air from your lungs. Eddie can feel them soaking the front of his shirt and he’s quick to cradle your head with one hand while he rubs your back with the other. “I know. I know it’s scary baby, I’m right here.” he mutters, his voice like honey. His hand moves from your hair to your neck, holding it gently. It gives you a sense of feeling grounded, like you aren’t going to wither away from fear.

“There we go, deep breaths. Just follow me sweetheart.” There was the slight firm edge to Eddie's voice before he modeled a couple of deep breaths for you to follow along with. Your rapid breathing slowly begins to dissipate back into calm relaxed breaths as he holds you.

“God I’m so pathetic...” you huff out, sniffling. He squeezes the back of your neck ever so gently and you pull back to look at him. His hands find your face once again, thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re anything but pathetic baby. It’s okay to be scared sometimes you know...” you shake your head in denial and his hands move to rest on your shoulders, “I mean it. Don’t sell yourself short sweetheart, and that’s coming from the guy who’s afraid of bats.”

You huff out a laugh, “You have a good reason to be afraid of them though-”

“And you have a good reason to be afraid of this place. Trust me, even I’m getting freaked out,” He visibly shudders, “Besides, that doctors receding hairline is pure nightmare fuel.”

You bury your face in his shoulder trying to stifle your bouts of laughter. You feel Eddie smile against your head as he places a chaste kiss into your hair. “You better hope you don’t lose your hair one day, or I’ll never stop telling you the same thing.��

“These precious locks?” He dramatically flips his hair over his shoulder, “They aren’t going anywhere. I don’t care how many hair growth products it takes, I refuse to go bald.” You continue to giggle into his shoulder, hoping that the doctor couldn’t hear your conversation through the door.

Just as that thought crosses your mind the door clicks open and the doctor makes his presence known through the clearing of his throat. He didn’t seem overly upset which was a good sign that Eddie’s comment had been kept between the two of you.

“Are we all set to get started? I can give the two of you a few more minutes if you would like?” Eddie pulls away and sits back on his heels as he takes your hands in his. He studies your face for a few seconds before titling his head back, gesturing to the doctor. He gives your hands a reassuring squeeze,

“What do you think sweetheart?” You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly nodding your head.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Within about 30 minutes you had been moved to the surgery wing of the hospital, and everything was set up for you to be given the anesthetic to be put under. You were shaking like crazy but Eddie stayed with you the whole time. He was informed that he would be allowed to stay with you until you were officially sedated. Part of you wishes he could stay the whole time but that was just your anxiety talking, you knew neither of you would actually want him to stick around while you’re being cut into and operated on.

“You ready?” Eddie asks you, and you look at him nervously. His hand is squeezing yours lightly, trying his best to keep it steady and keep you grounded. You shake your head lightly. “Not really, but I kind of have to be at this point.”

He chuckles, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen out from the hair net behind your ear. “That’s the spirit...I think?” You smile and shake your head at him. Just then another doctor comes up to your right side, gently taking your arm into her hands.

“Alright Y/N, I’m going to administer the anesthesia now. It should put you to sleep within roughly two to four minutes. You’ll be completely safe and in good hands the whole time, I’ll personally make sure of that. Are you ready?” Her words helped to slightly ease your panic and you nod slowly. She lifts the syringe to the small tube that had been inserted into the vein in your wrist, and you watch as she empties it out, letting it flow into your veins. You don’t feel any different at first, and it isn’t until you open your mouth to speak that you feel anything at all.

“Is it working?” You ask, your words slurring out with a giggle. Eddie smiles, reaching up to stroke your cheek and you hum and the feeling.

“I think so baby.”

A moment later you’re pouting, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open. But Eddie’s thumb on your cheek was very sleep inducing...oh and the drugs too. But mostly his thumb.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” You mumble grumpily, and Eddie raises an amused eyebrow at you, “Oh really? Why not?”

“M’ gonna miss you.” Your tired eyes finally begin to droop and his eyes soften at your words, the smile never leaving his lips. He can hear some of the nurses giggling at your response, and even a mumble of ‘They’re so adorable’ being whispered into the air. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment.

“Don’t fight the drugs on my account.” He jokes, and you huff out a tired laugh in response. He continues, “And no need to miss me sweetheart, go ahead and close your eyes. I‘ll still be here when you open them again.”

“Promise?” You mumble, on the verge of unconsciousness.

“I promise.” And that’s the last thing you hear before tumbling into a deep slumber.

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Beeping is the first thing you hear as your body starts to wake up. Snoring is the second. The cold bite of the hospital air is the first thing you feel. A warm hand in yours is the second. And the bright white light emitting from the fluorescent bulbs is the first thing you see.

Eddie’s sleeping form is the second.

It takes you a few moments to even register where you are or what happened to you before everything slowly starts to flood back into your memory. You swallow, your throat feeling dry as your eyes attempt to get used to how bright the room is.

You look back at Eddie, admiring how cute he looks when he sleeps. His mouth is open too, his tongue barely poking out. He looks so peaceful.

Not for long.

“Psst. Eddie.” You whisper, trying to get his attention.

“Eddie, hey.” You say a little louder. He doesn’t even move. You roll your eyes and huff,

“HEY EDDIE!” You shout as best as you can, giggling as he startles awake, standing up, hands in the air as if he’s ready to karate chop someone. His panicked eyes scan the room before eventually landing on your amused form.

“You. Fucking. Brat.” He grits his teeth, sitting back down. “After everything I do for you? And you wanna play that game?” He grumbles, pouting.

“I just missed you. How long was I out doofus?” You giggle some more, teasing him.

He rolls his eyes at you, “Three hours, and you know, you were a lot nicer to me when you were on drugs.” Your eyebrows furrow for a moment, not recalling anything after the nurse had explained what was going to happen.

“Why, what did I say?” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to mess with you.

“You confessed your undying love to me, right before telling your doctor all about his receding hairline.” He lies, watching as your face drops in horror.

“I did not...” you try to deny, not recalling anything he was telling you, but he just smirks and nods. “Oh but you did sweetheart. And he did not seem impressed.” You groan, dropping your face in your hands, feeling completely mortified.

“Noooooo....” you whine, but he just laughs at you. You attempt to sit up more but you gasp in pain at the sharp sting emitting from your side.

“Hey, take it easy baby,” He scolds, gently pushing you to lay back down, “You just got out of surgery, you’re not gonna recover immediately.” You huff out a frustrated breath.

“How long am I supposed to stay here then?” You ask and he bites his lip, knowing you’re not going to like his answer. “Two days.” You throw your head back again, groaning again about how unfair this all is before your head shoots up once more.

“Wait, what about Hellfire? You can’t stay here, you have to go and finish the campaign! Especially when all the boys are so excited about it! It’s only five o’clock, you can still make it if you leave right now. Just take the van and come back afterwards, I can wait for you I promise. I’m sure this TV has something entertaining for me to watch while-” you’re cut off by his soft lips meeting yours. You squeal in surprise as his hands gently hold your face. He pulls away, forehead resting against yours,

“Calm that pretty little head of yours,” he chuckles, “I already called all of them and postponed it to next week.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You...postponed hellfire? Eddie you never do that.” He leans back, smiling at you, “I’d do anything for my girl, besides, they’d all get crushed without you there.” You blush at that, burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry about today, I know I totally overreacted-”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I don’t mind taking care of you. I just don’t like seeing you so upset.” His fingers glide down the side of your neck, providing a small form of comfort.

“Well I can officially say that I’m slightly less afraid of hospitals now.” Eddie looks up at you hopefully, “Wait really?”

“No.” You laugh.

Just then the door clicks open and your doctor from earlier walks in, smiling at the two of you. He begins to explain what would be expected of you during your recovery process, and Eddie holds your hand the entire time.

He glances over to you, his eyes dancing over your features in complete adoration. He’s so happy that you’re okay and looking healthier. He didn’t know what he’d do with himself if you didn’t end up fine. And it’s not hard to notice just how relaxed you are. Whether you want to admit it or not, he knows you’re definitely more comfortable here than you were before, and he’s incredibly proud of you for that.

But he’s even more proud of himself when you begin to apologize to the doctor for your “comments” on his balding head. And if he not-so-proudly explains everything to the doctor and takes the blame after you fall asleep, he might just keep that to himself. Because nothing is more important to him than you.

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Hi there.  Welcome to Chapter 17.  I know last chapter was hard.  I can’t say this one is easier either.  We have a lot of story though, so let’s get to it.

If you are just joining us, you can find the Master List to the series here

Sending my thanks once more out to @lvnterninthenight, @gardensgatedaisy and @whitesuitjake. Love you.

This is a work of fiction, and is totally mine.  Please do not take it for your own personal use.  I’ve put in hours of research, hours upon hours of writing, re-writing, screaming, yelling and vomiting over this epic of a story.  But it is mine.

Content warning:  In an effort of not giving the story away, I will just remind you that it is an 18+ story.  There is talk about the violence of last chapter.  

Word count: 4400

Chapter Seventeen:  Conversations - Cora POV

     It had been eighteen days since the attack.  Mrs. Potter and Miss Klass smiled as Cora set foot inside the bank for the first time.  She hesitated, feeling as if the air itself was attempting to reach out and bruise her even more.  Jacob’s hand pressed gently into the small of her back just as the ladies welcomed her warmly, rousing her out of the dark that was trying to pull her in.   A quick reassuring glance at him, and they walked through the tainted space.  The wounds were going to be long to heal, the bruises were turning into a curative rainbow of ugly shades of upset colors.  Joshua met her in the hall, his face tired and brutalized, but the caramel of his eyes shimmered to see her return.

     “Good morning, lovely,”  he said with an abbreviated smile.

     Jacob rubbed her shoulder as she stood in the doorway of her office.  She looked down at how Joshua moved close with a feather light touch, brushing the back of his hand to hers.  Her frame felt a flush of assurance by the brothers that she had not realized she needed.

     “How about lunch, just me and you today?”  Josh asked, tucking his hands back behind him.  “Mrs. Woods made sandwiches to send along.”

     “That would be nice,”  Cora replied, feeling the normalcy of the moment.

     Jacob followed her into the office, looking very much the way she felt inside – jittery and overalert.  Though he tried to exude calm, she could feel his anxiousness under his surface, mirroring her own.

     “I don’t feel right leaving you here,”  he whispered as he threaded his fingers through hers.

     “I’ll be fine,”  she sighed as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek.  “Joshua needs you in Iron Mountain.  It will be well.”

     “You could come with,”  he said with a ghost of a smile.  “We could spend hours in the room I’ve got at the hotel.”

     The heat in his tone sent a delicious shiver through her, nearly masking the antsy crawl of her reservation of being alone.  “I’m sure Rosemary would approve of that,”  she teased with a roll of her eyes.

     “What she doesn’t know and all,”  he returned as she sat down.

     “You’ll be home in a few days?”  she asked, rubbing the bandages at her side.

     He nodded.  “Sooner if I can, Finch.”

     Hesitation rolled off Jacob as he left.  Cora had to sit a while before being able to shift into the day.  The quieter bits made her heart pound, as if her skin was waiting to be assaulted by Archer in an echo of that day.  She found that her brain would freeze when the door slammed, or someone laughed too loudly, or when the air felt tight with tobacco.  She would look for a reprieve by forcing her eyes on the books before her, but the writing just drifted before her, making no sense in the most mocking manner possible.  She was sure that she would worry a hole in her lip before the end of the first day of Jacob being gone.

     Josh reappeared with sandwiches and a smile at the noon hour.  He closed the door with a soft click as she poured out a couple glasses of water.  He caught her chin in his fingers much like how his twin would when she would not meet his gaze.  The caramel warmth that she had come to identify as Joshua blazed on her as he looked at her mouth.

     “There won’t be much of a lip left if you keep biting it, lovely,”  he teased as he brushed his hand across her shoulder.  “I’m sure today has been a challenge.  I am having trouble keeping my brain on task as well.”

     Cora nodded as he touched her hand once more before sitting down next to her.  It was a fleeting connection, but one that seemed to ground both of them.

     “Cora, if you wish to call it a day, please do,”  he said as he unwrapped the waxed paper wrapped delights.  “I can call Marcus.  I’m sure he’d be more than happy to walk you home.”

     “It’s fine, really.  Just… When it gets quiet…”  her voice wobbled as she spoke, drifting off like she was unable to finish her thought.

     Josh nodded his head in agreement.  She watched as he took a sip of water, his jaw clenching as he set the glass down.  “I am not one to look back on events to lament.  However, this one I am afraid I cannot seem to stop seeing.  I failed you so badly.  For that, I apologize.”

     She grimaced as fire stabbed her belly.  “Failed me?  How?”

     “I knew Archer would do something in retaliation, but I underestimated how he would go about it.  I certainly never thought that he would ever do it himself.  I should have had someone here.  Marcus, Henry.  They would’ve been stronger.”

     She shook her head.  “How are you liable for something that was so unpredictable?”

     He raised his eyebrows as he took a bite of his sandwich.  He remained quiet for a moment.  “But, this is where I had an inkling that he would show up here.”

     “Not necessarily to do violence.”  She leaned forward, her eyes earnest in her feelings.  “Besides, from what your face and broken bones tell me, you defended me with everything you’ve got.”

      He hummed as he grimaced, straightening his back in pain.  “How much do you remember?”

     She swallowed a bit of her lunch, unable to hide the blush of her cheeks.  This was territory that Jacob would not allow her to tread.  In his bid to protect her, he refrained from answering her questions.  Likewise, her mother was of the same mind.  The hole in her memory was what troubled her, kept her awake as she tried to piece together what her body had survived.

      “Cora,”  Joshua said, his voice hushed as he again placed a hand over hers.  “I will only ever be honest with you.  Ask me and I will answer.”

     She turned her palm so that she could hold onto him, absorbing his warmth.  “I remember him getting us out to the main lobby.  I know he touched me…”

     “Yes,”  he whispered in the void of her sentence.

     “After that, I don’t remember anything other than feeling fear and like I wasn’t attached.”

     She drew in a breath as they sat in silence.  Much like his twin, Joshua held her hand in support, never wavering, never rushing.  Her insides trembled in uncertainty.  The question burned her throat.  She sucked in a breath, refusing to cry over it, refusing to find shame in it.

     “Did he rape me?”

     “No.”

     The simple answer flooded her with emotions that she had no idea how to identify.  “Did he try?”

     Josh nodded with a tightening of his fingers against her skin.  “It was his intention, yes.  Every time he thought I was knocked out, he would try.  Mrs. Potter and Miss Klass even tried to distract him - they threw everything at him to keep him away from you.  If Mrs. Potter could have lifted the register, I believe she would’ve flattened him on the spot.”

     “Do you still hurt badly?”

     He nodded.  “I’ll heal.  So will you, Cora.”

     “Why won’t Jacob talk about this with me?  I mean, it could have been-”

     “He’s scared of what he would do to Archer,”  he said with a smirk.  “My twin does not like to admit that he could be prone to violence.  He would rather lean into reputation and play into one’s fear rather than actual violence.”

     Cora felt a flutter across her chest at the notion that Jacob was trying to protect himself just as much as he was trying to protect her.  “I am afraid he sees me different now.”

     He breathed out a soft laugh.  “He doesn’t see you differently.  Maybe sees himself differently, but not you.”

     “How so?��

     The laugh returned, lighting the caramel of his eyes and igniting the gold that twinkled.  “You, my dear lovely, showed him that he’s scared to death of losing you.  So much so, that he panicked when he knew you were in trouble.  He learned just how much of a part of him that you have become.  What a beautiful thing to see, too.”

     She blushed as he squeezed her hand once more before digging back into his lunch.  Once finished without reason to stay, he disappeared for moments only.  Joshua returned with a few ledgers of his own, setting up on the other side of her desk.

     “Perhaps we can help each other by keeping each other company,”  he said quietly, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Chapter Seventeen: Pt. 2, Jacob POV

     Danny was quiet beside him as they walked into the Mountain Lodge.  Jacob was sure that the train ride was more than enough to let his friend know that he was not in a good spot - still.  Cora was healing.  Archer was sitting under constant guard in Sheriff Moore’s jail.  Josh’s near silence on anything other than business was perhaps the most crushing of all.  He would find distraction when confronted about the attack.  The show of kindness towards his girl revealed that a level of camaraderie had been reached between him and Cora.  It being etched in stark violence made Jacob uneasy.  His heart hurt because of it.

     “Jacob!”  Beanie called from his perch alongside the bar.  

     “Love what you’ve done to the place,”  Jacob returned, arms stretched out wide, pushing his professional smile and demeanor to his fore.  “Real plants - fancy that, Beanie.”

     Michael Beauford gave him a huge slap on the back with a hearty laugh.  “Nearly doubled the revenues up here, my boy.  Nearly doubled!”

     Danny stayed back, leaning against the bar as three shots of bourbon were poured out under the owner’s care.  Jake glanced at his friend before Beanie’s beefy hand directed him over to the table near his office.

     The tables were dressed in linens and the walls were lined with swishes of fabric and art and plants.  The tactic was twofold - cutting down the exterior noise and to give an air of atmosphere to the patrons.  The bandstand had been rebuilt and clad in dark, lush woods that played off the brightness of the linoleum flooring that was chock full of Art Deco ribbons and fauna.  Jake absorbed it all as Beanie was rambling about how the miners ditched the whores and started bringing their wives and sweethearts.  Their population inside the Lodge nearly tripled just in the six months since partnering with the Kiszkas.

     “Looks really good, Michael.  Josh will be more than happy with the news,”  he said with a nod before sinking his shot.  A grin tugged at his mouth as he set the glass down.  “And the liquor isn’t as cut.  Nice.”

     Beanie laughed with a smack on the table.  He had his books out, ready for Jake to look over.  He mentioned that the staff seemed more attuned to the upgrades of the place, finding better tips and better wages for themselves as well.  His eyes strayed back to Daniel to find that Rochelle had joined him.  Her pretty face was warm as she spoke.  

     “Kitchen,”  Jake broke in, eyes back on the books for a moment.

     “Working on it,”  Beanie remarked, shuffling papers around.  “For now, I got a deal with the diner to cater.  Once the kitchen is in, then the costs should go down on that end.”

     They ran through the product numbers versus the patron; entertainment and pro skirts, and the possibility of adding chorus girls.  His attention may have been on the business, but his eyes kept straying to Danny as he laughed with Rochelle.  She purposefully kept her face turned away.  Lighting a cigarette, he dug in.  It was going to be a conversation that he could wait on - the business he needed done. 

     Three hours.  Beanie rambled on for two hours about plans, then spent another hour asking questions about different issues that were plaguing him.  He knew he had to stay in the role of invested partner, but he felt his brain screaming at him to leave.  He wanted home and hearth and Cora.  Danny had retreated to the hotel nearly an hour before.  

     “Beanie, you’ll have to pardon me, my friend,”  he said finally, the spin of the liquor and the emptiness of his stomach dictated that he needed to move.  “I need supper and a bed.  I better get to the hotel before they give away my room.”

     “Back tomorrow?”  

     Jacob nodded as he stood up, eyes sweeping the room for Rochelle.  It would have been rude to not at least say a hello and have a chat.  “I’ll be here before noon.  I’d like to get home tomorrow evening, if possible.”

      They parted with a hand shake.  Just as he made his way towards the door, a tap on his shoulder made him stop.

     “Hey, papa,”  Rochelle cooed in his ear as she slid her hand across his ass to rest on his hip.  “You can’t leave here without at least one drink with me.”

      He grinned and nodded.  She led him to the bar before settling in at a distant table.  She tickled under his chin with a fingertip as a way to keep up the act that was expected of her.  He lit a smoke and handed it to her before lighting one for himself.     “The untouchable became touchable, didn’t she, Jake?”  Rochelle asked with a wide smile.  “Danny and Molly married, too?  What the hell is going around down there in Kingsford?”

      “You make it sound like a sickness,”  Jake remarked with a raised eyebrow.

      “Damn right I do.  It’s a fucking plague and it needs to stop,”  she laughed as she pressed a hand to his thigh.  “Are you happy?”

      “Stupid happy.”

      She nodded with a crooked smile.  “I can see it.  You’re fucking glowing.”

     “I thought only women did that.”

     “Looks good on you, Jacob.”

     He laughed as he raised his glass to her.  “Things have gotten better around here.  You are doing well?”

     “As well as I can be,”  she said with a nod.  “With things finally settling in, I suppose you lot will be heading back south to home.”

     It was not a question.  Jake knew better than to hope to be leaving Kingsford any time soon, so to voice it may only serve to prolong the matter.  His eye drew over Rochelle’s porcelain shoulder to a man standing at the bar.  Jake took note of the cut of suit - difficult to get in the region, but it was a fashion that Josh favored from Chicago.  The man’s black eyes met his own in a chilled gaze before turning back to the bartender for a refresh.  

     Rochelle dragged him back to conversation, but he felt guarded without reason.  He parted from the lady with a kiss on the cheek and a hug that lingered.  She trailed away, and Jake made sure to watch and catch that last over the shoulder glance that made him grin before heading back to the hotel.  In years past, he would’ve paid for the evening with her and gotten them both out of the room for a respite.  It would never have been a matter of debate.  There he stood, watching her as a friend, feeling like he should have provided a morsel instead of turning away.  

     Dinner was simple and conversation was familiar with Daniel.  The night was quiet with thoughts bent squarely on Kingsford and Cora.  They would have to have a conversation soon enough regarding the future.  He tried not to dwell on logistics, but she would have to be brought into the loop on the dark that lapped at their fringes.  

     “I’m not sure how much more of Beanie I can handle today, Jake,”  Danny remarked over breakfast.  “If he’d actually listened to a quarter of what you said in the first place, he wouldn’t have lagged so far behind.”

     Jake shrugged.  “He’s the last bastion of how it was up here.  But he’s gettin’ it.  Those double profits will more likely triple before the end of the year if he continues on his plan.  That’ll make things much easier to get others to fall in line as things progress.  Besides, we get this one into line, it may be the last iron in the fire.  He’ll be our poster boy and anyone new will be scrambling to join in on Diamond’s business model.”

     Danny set his fork down, eyes trained on the table.  “Does that mean we can leave this shit hole?”

     “How does Molly feel about that?”

     His eyes creased.  “Anything to get her to stop having to be a chorus girl makes her happy, Jake.  She’s thinking that she wants to open her own tailoring shop wherever we land.”

     Jake smiled.  “I can see that.  Easily.  She’d be good at it.”

     As they were walking back towards the Lodge, Jake’s eyes strayed, catching sight of the man that he had seen the previous day.  In the sunlight, he held an air of familiarity that Jake could not place.  Pressing on, he doubled back as they passed a storefront of books and curios and jewelry.  

     “Going to drop some sugar on your girl?”  Danny said, patting him on the arm.

     “It’s something she doesn’t really allow me to,”  he remarked, looking in the window at a sterling and emerald bracelet.  “Let’s get business done and we’ll see.”

      Danny took a table close to the door, ordering coffee and sticking his nose into the local paper to close off the talk that dawdled on for four hours.  Jake kept his exterior calm and confident, while inside, he was begging to be relieved from the endless banter.  He breathed a silent sigh when Beanie finally seemed satisfied with the state of affairs.  Toasting a whiskey, Jake was quick to make his apologies for needing to make his return to Kingsford.  Just as he was about to leave with Danny, Rochelle caught his eye.  She waved at him, but her face was shadowed.  It wasn’t but a second of moving towards her that he could see the bruising on her face that she tried to hide with makeup.  

     “What the fuck happened?” he hissed, his hand reaching for her face.

     “Kiss me and follow,”  she whispered.

     Jake glanced back at Danny and held up a finger.  Turning, he brushed his mouth against hers as she laughed.  Playfully, she tugged him along until they were out of sight and stepping into a side room.  He grabbed hold of her chin and tilted her face towards the light.

      “Rochelle - who the hell did this?”  he asked, his tone hard.

      She pushed herself away, sitting down on the edge of the bed.  “Some bum came in here last night asking all sorts of questions about you and Josh.  He got rough when I didn’t answer.”

      “What kind of questions?”  he asked as he poured water into the basin.  “This shit has to come off, Rochelle.  May I?”

      He started wiping at the thick pancake makeup, grimacing at the tiny cuts that appeared at the edge of her hairline.  There was a deep mark, blacker than the bruise that was already formed at the corner of her eye, that loitered into her scalp like the bastard had a heavy ring on.

      “Fucker was asking where Josh was, if he was here,”  she started, flinching with each swipe of cloth.  “He asked if you both fucked me, or if it was just you.  If I traveled down to Kingsford and if I knew anything about the Lantern.  He wanted to know the steadies of all of you - including Sam and Danny.  He wanted to know what fronts you had, how often you come up here to Iron Mountain with distribution.”

      Jake forced his fingers across her scalp, finding a deep gash in the thick hair.  “Damn.  Hold still.”

      He cleaned the area up the best he could while she took stuttering breaths against the pain.  Jake blew on the cut as she hissed and tried to draw away.  

     “When I didn’t tell him anything, he first tried dropping cabbage in front of me.  When that didn’t work, he went after the puss.  When that didn’t work, he tried to bring out the rod, but the girls busted his ass up,”  she whispered, her tone thinning out as the words tumbled from her.

      He placed a chaste kiss against her forehead before finishing up removing the makeup to reveal the full extent of the damage.  Jake set everything to the side before he stepped away from her, arms folded against his chest.

      “From the looks of things, you didn’t sing a note,”  he said with a shake of his head.

      “Not a peep.”

      “Did he give you a name?”

      “Joe, but I’m sure it was fake,”  she said as she reached for the lit cigarette he held out for her.  “Looked like his name should be Italian - old world like.”

      He cursed.  “Next time, just tell him.  Don’t let him do this shit.  We’re not worth it.”

      “Can’t do that, Jake,”  she said with a mournful grin.  “You’re still the prettiest thing that has ever walked in here.”

      He laughed gently as he fished out his wallet.  “I want you to take the next few days off.  You hear me?”

      He dropped a fifty dollar bill on the bed next to her.  She shook her head.  “Jake, no.  You can’t do this.”

      “I can.”  He smiled at her before she reached out her hand to him.  “Are you going to be fine?”

      She nodded and focused on how he held her hand.  “I’ll be fine.”

      He ran his thumb across her knuckles before letting go.  “I better go, Rochelle.  Daniel’s wanting to get home just as much as I am.”

     “Jake?”

     He watched as she stood, her eyes casting a shy light as she drew closer.  She looked him over, fixing the stray hair that was hanging down against his cheek.

     “I want to kiss you.  For real,”  she whispered.  “I feel like this is goodbye.” 

     His eyes narrowed as he tucked his chin.  She smiled sadly as she let out a disappointed breath.  Instead, she pressed a kiss to his cheek with a whisper of farwell.  His gut sank.  Cupping her unmarred cheek, he drew her in, kissing her mouth slow, steady, drawing her lip in between his own, before deepening it to draw her taste in to mix with his own.  To her credit, Rochelle kept her hands down and away.  His heart stabbed at him to stop, despite the familiarity of the woman.  He forced his mind to shut up, while telling his heart he was kissing a dear friend goodbye.  But his insides twisted, soaked in the softness he had come to call comfort and healing.  She had been his safe harbor in a time where it was most needed.  Gently, he pressed the pads of his fingers into her delicate skin before withdrawing.  Her eyes fluttered open with a renewed sorrow that seemed to always resided on her fringes that she revealed to no one.  It left a rawness in his skin that never seemed to leave, not fully.

      “Thank you,”  he said softly.  “You have been so dear to me and I thank you for that.”

      She snorted out a quiet laugh as he reached for the door.  “I do hope that you marry this girl, Jacob.  She compliments every bit of goodness in you.”

      He waved to Beanie as he left.  Danny had to rush to catch up.  Jake rushed into the curio shop, eyes going right to the books.  

     “Jake, what’s going on?”  Danny asked, breathing hard.

     “We’ve got a rat,”  Jacob answered, eyes settling in on Wharton’s Age of Innocence.  “He roughed up Rochelle pretty bad asking questions about us.  We’ve gotta make that train tonight.”

      Book paid for, they retrieved their satchels from the hotel and pushed on to the train station.  The chill in the air and the snow falling, the men settled into their seats.   Jake stared out the window as the train moved forward.  If there was going to be trouble from the family drama in Chicago, it was going to be slow to build, but rapid to blood and violence.

     His thoughts tangled and jumbled across the entire train ride home.  Unlike the unpredictability of Archer, anything coming from Chicago would be measured and planned before being carried out upon the Kiszka’s.  In all likelihood, they would be attacked by all sides, probably all at once, only to be sucker punched in the blindspot - and it would be a killer blow.  The idea was unsettling.  Who the man that roughed up Rochelle was inconsequential, but the fact that they were looking for the company each of them kept chilled him.  Jacob was not a praying man.  God held little hope for him through his years.  In the moment however, he whispered a prayer, asking nothing for himself, but to please shelter his family even if it meant he must sacrifice himself.

I know.  I know.  Remember, Rochelle had been a healing point for Jake.  He’s still A Good Man - Heather and Kleo.  Still a good man!  It was a kindness he was showing her.  It’s okay. And I know last chapter was hard, and this one was a bit rough in its own way.  Next chapter is our closing of Act II and moving into Act III.  I need to really reiterate, there is going to be a lot of violence in our closing chapters as we see if Joshua and Jacob can lead the family away from their current situation with the ‘family ties’ down south.  

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Drinking alone

Warnings: Alcohol, some sexual content, vomit, fluff, angst.

This was supposed to go somewhere in the middle chapters, of All good Boys, but I wrote it first, as in before I wrote anything else and forgot it even existed. I only just found it so I figured why not post it. Let me know if you like it🤍

Hallie sat at the bar staring at the shot glass the bartender had set in front of her, as she had been for the last five minutes.

“Are you planning to actually drink that or-?”

She looked up to find the bartender smiling at her while she polished a glass with a bar rag.

“I’ve never seen anyone stare at a shot for so long. Well except the AA people. They come in now and again, order something and stare at it, and then leave. But this doesn’t feel like that. So it must be about a guy.”

Hallie smile a little “Am I that obvious?”

“Kind of. The only time I see pretty girls so sad is when it’s over a guy.”

“I don’t like him. I hate him.” The bartender stared at her until she sighed “No I don’t.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“I want to hate him. I should hate him….why don’t I hate him?”

“I couldn’t say without knowing him, but if he’s causing you to drink then I’d say it’s the opposite. I’d say you L-“

“No!” Hallie slapped the bar and shook her head “Don’t you dare say the L word.”

The bartender started to laugh “Okay I won’t say it. But based on that reaction alone I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

“Ugh! You sound like everyone else I know.” Hallie finally picked up the glass and downed it, nose scrunching “That was terrible. Give me another one.”

As the minutes turned to hours, Hallie kept drinking, hoping that the alcohol would make his stupid face melt from her brain. It did not work.

If anything she felt more inclined to think about him than ever. While her senses had been numbed, her thoughts now moved freely without boundaries. She fiddled with her phone as she sipped a drink, scrolling through her contacts until she found his name. She hit the call button and heard it ringing until he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey. Just wanted to let you know that I’m mad at you.”

“What the hell did I do?”

“You know what you did.” She hiccuped loudly and coughed “You’ve disrupted my whole life. I was doing just fine until youuuuu came around.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Am I drunk? Yes obviously. Who are you my dad?”

“Where are you?”

“None of your business.”

“You have no idea where you are do you?” He sighed on the other end of the phone, and shook his head.

“Ha…no I don’t. I’m so tired. I gotta go though. Byeeeeee.”

“Hallie don’t-“

But she’d already hung up and was back to sipping on her drink. After a while she felt warm, and her vision got cloudy but she felt so relaxed sitting there at the bar, no one bothering her or stressing her out. Until she heard it.

“Hallie?”

She turned slowly, eyes closing and opening again before she focused on him. She was trashed.

“What the fuck are you doing? Ever heard of alcohol poisoning?” He looked a little mad, which she’d seen before, but never directed at her.

It wasn’t like her to be this irresponsible. In fact, while he could remember her drinking he had never actually seen her drunk. But tonight she was so drunk he wasn’t even sure she knew who he was.

“What are you doing here?” She asked squinting at him.

“You called me remember?”

She blinked and shook her head “No I didn’t.”

“You did. I think it’s time to go home-“

“No way I’m having fun!” She smiled and closed her eyes spinning on her stool. She downed the rest of the drink that was in front of her.

He caught the eye of the bartender and frowned “Ever heard of ‘your cut off’. What’s the matter with you?”

She shrugged and turned away. He threw up his hands and looked exasperatingly up at the ceiling.

“Have a drink with meeeee.” She said, slapping his arm and pointing at the stool.

“I think you’ve had enough for both of us. Let me take you home.”

“Haha! You wish!” She jabbed a finger in his chest and giggled.

“Good lord-“ he mumbled as she continued giggling.

“Alright fine. Take me home!” She stood suddenly and almost fell forward, but he caught her around the waist. She looked up and waggled her eyebrows at him.

“Take your opportunity to feel me up now.” She slurred loudly. Several people glanced at him and he felt his face get red as he attempted to help her out of the bar. The air was frigid, and he was hoping it would sober her up a little.

“Where are we going?” She asked from his side as they made their way down the street.

“I’m taking you home.”

“Nooooo let’s do something fun!”

“Your already having too much fun. Here’s my car.”

“I don’t wanna go home.” She whined head falling back. As it did it caught too much momentum and she almost fell back with it. She hiccuped again and steadied herself “Let’s go to your place! “

“Okay fine we’ll go to my place, don’t hit your head when you get in.” He steered her towards the passenger side door.

Hallie gripped his arm as he opened the door, squeezing it and looking up at him “Damn. Have you been working out?” Her hand slid down his arm, across his chest and down his abdomen, sending a shiver along with it.

“What are you-“

“You’re so hot.” She slurred, hand still resting on his abs.

He was taken aback for a second. She was either drunk and not thinking, or she was drunk and thinking too much. Whichever one it was, it was amusing to say the least.

“Okay Hallie let’s just get you home.” He chuckled a little, maneuvering her into the front seat of his car. As he made his way around the front he heard music explode from his speakers and a loud “Woo!”

It was going to be a long car ride.

To his surprise though, she turned the music down when he got in and was quiet for a while while he drove. She had her eyes closed, head against the window and he thought she might have fallen asleep, until he parked in front of his apartment, and she coughed and sat up “It’s so hot in here I’m getting nauseous.” She peeled her jacket off, and then her sweatshirt, and turned to him looking him dead in the eye, before she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her only in a bra in the passenger seat. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was a mess, and her eyeliner was smudged but he’d be damned if he wasn’t getting totally turned on. He’d thought about her naked in a multitude of ways, in his car included, and for a minute he was ecstatic his real life fantasy was happening, but then he realized he was parked on the street, which wasn’t secluded.

“Hallie what the hell are you doing?” He picked up her shirt and handed it back to her “Put this back on.” He looked everywhere in the car but at her. While the weather was cold, it was Friday and there was enough people around that someone could walk past and see a half naked girl in his front seat. HIS. That would definitely make it to twitter and would involve a lot of explaining to his mom.

“I don’t want to. I’m hot.”

He had never seen her in anything but work clothing and he was really trying not to stare but it was hard “I agree but people will see you.”

“Ugh. Fine.” She pulled the shirt on, backwards and made to get out, half standing before falling back in it again. He helped her out, noting that the apartment was dark through the window, thankful that Noah wasn’t home. Getting her up to the apartment was a nightmare, she kept falling and laughing, and he was exhausted by the time he got her inside. He held her up with one hand and turned a lamp on with the other. He felt her hand on his arm and turned to find her alarmingly close to him. Before he could speak or move, she slid both hands under his jacket, pressing herself up against him.

“Wanna make out?” She whispered against his neck, tongue sliding over the exposed skin that wasn’t covered by a hoodie. It was just enough to turn him red, which didn’t happen often, and make his hair stand on end.

“Tempting, more than you know, but no I don’t wanna make out.” He tried to gently peel her off of him. He knew as he did it there might never be another chance of her making any type of advances towards him, but it just wouldn’t be right.

“Booooooo.” She said sticking out her tongue “Your borinnnngggg. Your always trying to get into my pants every other day, and not tonight? What gives?” She tipped her head up to look at him and pushed out her bottom lip.

“What gives is your drunk off your face and I’m not going to take advantage of you that way.”

“But I really want you to.” She whined gripping the front of his sweatshirt and leaned forward lips connecting with his throat again.

“Hallie-“ he warned trying to gently push her off by the elbows. The absolute last thing he wanted was to turn her down, especially since he’d been trying for so long to even get her to admit she even liked him. This was alcohol talking, not Hallie and it would make him feel worse to know that tomorrow she would regret it.

She made a noise somewhere between a whine and a gag, as she attempted to pull him down lower by the neck of his sweatshirt until he was even with her face. In an instant she seemed to sober up momentarily as she stared at him. This was the closest he’d actually been to her, and now that he could see her face up close, he realized he had he been missing out.

“Matty.” She said softly, eyes burning holes into his. Before he could stop himself he leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn’t like when he kissed her in the bar, or when he tried to kiss her when he was drunk. It was heavy, the kind of kiss that made you weak in the knees. The kind of kiss you have someone when you liked them. It felt right. He threaded a hand through her hair as she pushed her jacket off and tugged at his sweatshirt. His brain was screaming at him to stop, knowing how inebriated she was and that she would wake up tomorrow and probably hate him for it, but he just couldn’t. He’d waited so long, forever it felt like, and now that he was kissing her he never wanted to stop.

She pulled his shirt up, and moved to unbutton his jeans, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her lower abdomen.

“Touch me.” She breathed out, head falling forward, hair spilling over her shoulder. But before he could she stopped, turned pale, and vomited right over his arm and on to the floor. She looked horrified and covered her mouth.

He took an immediate step back and held her at arms length steering her towards the bathroom both stumbling as he hurried.

“Bathroom bathroom bathroom.” He said frantically, steering her into the bathroom and flipping the light switch on just as she started gagging again.

She fell forward, almost hitting her face on the side of the toilet, had he not caught her and threw up again. He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hand as she continued to throw up. She gasped and sat backwards looking over at him.

“Don’t look at me.” She moaned swatting her hand in his direction. If he hadn’t been so focused on keeping her hair off her face while she threw up he might have laughed “I don’t want you to see me this way.”

“Get a grip Hallie. I don’t care about this.”

She sat back and closed her eyes, before opening them and looking at him with a small smile “You know. Sometimes you can be really sweet.”

“Only for you.” He pushed a strand of hair off her face.

“Oh stop. That’s not true.”

“Kinda is though.” He said with a shrug. She frowned.

“Really? You’ve never been this nice to another girl.”

While this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have while he was in a bathroom with her and she was throwing up he felt the need to be honest. Especially since she wouldn’t let him get this out when she was sober.

“I’m nice to a lot of girls, but not like I am to you.” He pulled a washcloth from the bathroom drawer and wet it, leaning forward to wipe off her mouth and forehead.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I do. But you shouldn’t feel that way about me. I’m not good enough.”

He leaned down to look at her “First of all, don’t ever say that about yourself, and second of all it’s me who isn’t good enough for you.”

She shook her head sadly “No it’s me. Trust me.” He head lolled to the side and her eyes closed “You deserve someone who can give you what I cant.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

She pushed herself up and crawled over to him on her hands and knees “I can’t love you. You know that right?” She was peering at him through mascara smudged eyes, and looked almost like she might cry “I want to though, but I just cant.”

“Well I could love you. So I guess that’s good enough.”

She opened her mouth to speak but immediately turned and started throwing up again. He started rubbing a hand across her back, when he heard her crying “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being such a bitch all the time. And for being this drunk. And for throwing up everywhere oh my god ew.” She threw up again, and cried some more.

“It’s okay Hallie really.”

She sat backwards wiping her mouth and sighed turning to him “I wish I could have met you earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could have loved you before. In another life. Maybe even in this one.”

“Well since you won’t remember tomorrow. I’ll say this now. I love you in this life. Right now. And I think you love me too, you just won’t admit it.”

She looked dumbfounded for a few seconds before she nodded “I think your right.”

His heart felt like it might explode, even though he wasn’t sure she meant it. It could be the alcohol talking, but it could be her being truthful.

“I think you should try and get some sleep.” He helped her up off the floor, catching her as she stumbled and handed her an extra toothbrush, assisting her in brushing them. He eyes were opening and closing and she was slouching a little.

“Im so tired. Can I sleep here?”

“Of course. I’ll get you into bed and sleep on the couch.”

“Pffffft. Don’t be ridiculous. Just sleep in bed with me. You’ve seen me almost naked now anyways.”

He felt his ears get hot “I don’t think that’s a good idea-“

“Why not!?”

“Do you promise to keep your hands to yourself?” He asked leaning down to pull a shirt out of his drawer.

“Do I have to?” She mumbled, taking the shirt and attempting to pull hers over her head. It got stuck several times before he reached over to help her, sliding the shirt over her head, fingers brushing against her waist. He felt her shiver as he instructed her to raise her arms above her head and he slipped a new shirt over them. She stared at him for a minute, mouth slightly open before she smiled “Your kind of beautiful you know.” She paused and her smile got wider “In like a really annoying way.”

“There’s Hallie.” He laughed pulling the T-shirt down over her head “Feeling better?”

She nodded and closed her eyes “A little.”

He followed her to the bed, helping her shed her leggings and tucked her into bed, before getting changed himself and sliding in next to her. He listened to her breathing for a second, assuming she was asleep, and settled in.

She turned over, facing him and her eyes opened “Hey. I meant everything I said Matty.”

“Even the part where you love me?”

“Especially that part.” She stared at him, unblinking for a long time before she said softly “If I wasn’t drunk, would you kiss me right now?”

“I would. Ask me again tomorrow.”

“I won’t be like this tomorrow, so I’m asking you now.”

He leaned forward and kissed her very lightly, pulling away from her just as she started to move her lips, but she pulled him forward again.

“Hallie-“

“Don’t. I might never do this again. Just let me.”

She pulled herself forward, tugging him over her, mouth moving against his. This was all wrong, not how he planned it, but as she said there might never be another moment like this between them. When they broke apart her eyes slid closed.

“I love you.”

He felt for a second like he wanted to cry. Both because he loved hearing those words from her, but also because he was only hearing them under the effects of alcohol. He wasn’t sure which hurt worse.

He didn’t say it back, partially because she fell asleep but also because the first time he said it, he wanted her to be sober and aware so she knew how he really felt about her. He would keep those words locked away for another time when they meant more. When she actually understood that they weren’t just words. He sighed and leaned back in bed, arm coming up behind his head.

He most likely wouldn’t sleep, as his mind was racing a million miles an hour, thinking about her, the kissing, and her confession about loving him in the bathroom. While he knew he annoyed her, he had always been sure that she loved him at least a little bit. She wouldn’t put up with him if she didn’t. But to know that maybe it was a lot, made him feel good. Great even. But it also made him sad to know that it was her who was preventing it from happening. He’d always thought it was his own fault that Hallie wanted nothing to do with him, but it was actually she who had convinced herself she didn’t want to be with him.

He wouldn’t tell her about any of it. He’d keep it to himself, for a rainy day, a lonely night, a time when he needed to remember something good. He also didn’t want to embarrass her, so it would be a secret that he would keep and she would forget.

He heard her sigh and turn over in her sleep, head resting on the pillow near his shoulder. He closed his eyes and wondered if she was dreaming about him, like he dreamed about her every night.

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Fanfic: Papa IV Helps the Reader through an IBS Flare-Up

A/N: This is a shameless self-insert because IBS is trash. This is my first fanfic and my first time writing anything creative in years so please be gentle!

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As I finished dinner in the dining hall, chatting with other sisters of sin, I felt the familiar churning in my guts I get often with IBS. “Hmm I’m kind of tired, I think I’ll retire for the night sisters, I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast!” I announced. I began to make my way through the cold, dimly lit halls of the Abbey, giving a slight smile to each sibling I passed, I really didn’t want anyone asking me if I was okay, I just wanted to get back to my chambers where I had access to a private en-suite and the comfort of my queen-size bed. It was only 9pm but I decided I’d go to bed and hoped that I wouldn’t end up having a flare-up, I snuggled up under the covers praying to Satan that I would be fine.

I opened my eyes to a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I sighed knowing I was about to have a flare-up, I was way too cozy in bed for this bullshit. I decided I’d wait a couple of minutes to see if the pain would subside, turning to check the time, “3AM, fuck, I have to get up early tomorrow for my duties” I groaned to myself, rolling my eyes. Suddenly, the pain got worse, much worse. I decided now was the time to get up and go to the bathroom, the pain usually went away after a trip to the bathroom anyway. I lifted the covers, moving over to sit on the side of the bed, I shivered as my bare feet touched the cold stone floor. As I got up I felt nauseous and dizzy, that was when I knew it would be a bad IBS attack. I hobbled to the bathroom, clutching my stomach as I went. As I sat on the toilet the pain was unbearable, nothing could distract me. The pain seared in my guts like a hot knife running through my bowels, I felt like vomiting and passing out. After I had done my business I washed my hands thoroughly, I always felt so dirty after having a flare-up. The pain didn’t subside though, I practically crawled back to bed and assumed the fetal position hoping that it would help with the pain.

As the pain, nausea and dizziness continued, I felt warm tears trickle down my face, “Why the fuck do I have to deal with this?” I whimpered to myself. It just wouldn’t stop, eventually I got so frustrated I started bawling, hoping that no siblings would hear me. Surely they wouldn’t at this time of night. I cried so fucking hard, the kind of cries that you wouldn’t want anyone seeing or hearing. I buried my face into my pillow and wailed, it was all too much for me to deal with, all on my own.

Just then, I heard a faint knock at my door. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was too loud. I’d managed to keep my condition under wraps until now. “Sorella, are you okay? I heard you from the hallway.” Fuck. It was Papa. I continued to cry; I couldn’t get any words out to tell him I was okay. “Okay, I’m going to come in, I hope you’re decent” he announced. As the door creaked open, I could feel my anxiety skyrocket. I can’t let him see me like this. I quickly sat up, trying to make myself look presentable but instead I made the pain worse, clutching my stomach, he locked eyes on me and I could see the concern in his face through my tears.

“Cara! What’s wrong!” he exclaimed, rushing to my side with concern. “I’m fine Papa…Honestly you should go back to-“ I winced, not even able to finish my sentence. “You can barely speak sorella you’re clearly not okay, where does it hurt, is it your stomach?” he enquired with a sense of urgency. I simply nodded, not able to say much. “Here cara, let’s get you comfortable” he helped me get into a position where the pain was just bearable. Papa gently placed his gloved hand on my forehead, grounding me in the moment “Now, cara, tell me what happened, did you eat something bad?” he asked. “No Papa, I-I just I woke up in excruciating pain, I feel sick to my stomach and so dizzy, I’m just having an IBS attack, I’m sure I’ll be okay, I’m sorry…” I managed to tell him, wincing every couple of seconds in pain. “Ah, Tesoro, there’s no need to apologize, but you look very pale, should we get you to the infirmary for one of the sisters to check you over?” he suggested. “No! Please no… I’ll be okay honestly” I sobbed. “It’s okay, it’s okay cara, do not worry yourself, you’ll make the pain worse. Do you have any medicines here I can get for you?” he asked. I weakly pointed to my bedside table drawer where I kept all my many medicines. He grabbed the medicines I needed and one of the bottles of water I kept in a corner of my room. “Here, let me help you, take these Tesoro, you’ll feel better.” He helped me sit up and gave me the medicines which I took as quickly as possible.

“Why didn’t you tell me sorella, or anyone else for that matter? How long have you been dealing with this on your own?” he asked, almost sounding offended at the fact that I didn’t tell him sooner. “About a year and a half Papa… I’m sorry I never told you, I-I just didn’t want to be a bother” I told him as I smiled weakly. He embraced me in a hug, it felt comforting, he was like a father to me, the smell of his cologne made me much calmer but the pain persisted. “Please stay with me Papa, I’m scared” I said, wincing in pain. Normally I was so good at keeping it to myself and dealing with the pain alone, but this time the pain was just so unbearable I needed someone by my side. “Oh Bella, I will stay with you until you feel better. Would you mind?” he gestured at the bed, indicating he wanted to lay next to me. I nodded and he climbed over me to lay down.

“Show me where it hurts” he said with a soft concern in his voice. I pointed to my lower tummy. He took off his leather gloves and placed his hand where I indicated the pain had been coming from, it was warm, a lovely feeling since I had been dealing with this on my own for so long. He began to slowly rub his hand on my tummy in circles, the massaging motion felt calming and seemed to ease the pain somewhat. “Is this okay Tesoro, I’m not being too rough am I?” he enquired. “It’s perfect Papa, I feel so much calmer” I smiled. I suddenly began to sob uncontrollably as I realized what I’d been going through. “Shh shhh, cara, it’s okay, what’s bothering you?” He asked. “I-I just can’t deal with it Papa, the pain all the time, not having anyone understand, having to sacrifice so much for my health and not even getting any better, I’m 21 years old, I should be living my life but I just-just can’t” I exclaimed. He took his ungloved hand and began stroking my hair, with every motion I felt my stress melt away. “Tesoro, it’s natural to feel that way, you’re unwell, I’m here now though and together we will get through this. I’ll stay here tonight eh? How does that sound cara?” he reassured me. I nodded, unable to get out my words of appreciation. “How about we get some sleep eh? I’m sure you’re tired, you still look pale though, how do you feel now?” He queried. “Still in pain but the nausea has subsided somewhat now, the room is spinning but I think I just need sleep now. Fuck, I have my duties in a couple of hours” I said, burying my face in his chest, tears rolling from my eyes. “Don’t worry about that now cara, you focus on feeling better, you’re in no fit state to do your duties, sleep with me and we’ll sort it in the morning, I promise, Papa never lies, eh?” He tells you.

“Goodnight Papa…and thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you” I whispered.

“Goodnight Tesoro, sweet dreams. Wake me if the pain gets too much again” He said, kissing me on the forehead.

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Anyway! Hope this helps other people, IBS is trash and you all deserve to be comforted!

Peachy⛧Ghuleh

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[dilatorywriting]

hello ~ hello ~

Hope you're feeling better! I, personally, have been a bit dead to the world since late April. This past May was kinda odd, honestly. I think everyone I know and know of just. died for the month. Collectively. At once.

I actually wanted to slide in here and pick your brain about your ongoing Monster Mayhem stuff, if you're up for it? Just like a general status overview question, since I feel kinda out of the loop 😭 And also because I know that I tend to like talking about my feelings on my current wips, so I figured maybe you might too? If not, dw!

I'll put these in bullet points since it's kinda easier for me to organize my thoughts that way

Jack: I remember you saying awhile back that you expect Part 2 to be the final part. Is that still holding up, or does it feel like it'll be longer?

Rook: From the pacing, I'm getting the vibe that this one might be another 4 part story? mayhaps? Or maybe Rook isn't like the other girls TM and gets something different.

Vil: I haven't read this one yet, but I'm excited to sit down with it soon! What's the overall length/number of parts you're planning for at the moment?

I'm pretty sure this was asked at some point before, but what's your stance on epilogues? There has been... discussion. about a Leona epilogue before, I recall, but are you considering epilogues for all of them, or only specific characters?

What's like. your vibe, rn? With each of the stories? Like in terms of "I'm really feeling this, so I'm working on it and it might be posted in the nearish future, assuming no disasters" to like "I plan to continue this, but not rn. I've got a different worm chewing on the brain lettuce atm". Ik you literally just answered an ask similar to this, and said Leona part 4 & Vil part 2 are the one's you're focused on, so I guess this is more so geared towards the Jack and Rook ones? Or other stuff you're secretly planning. I have a vague memory of a "forgot your birthday" scenario that was on a poll a few months back

I'm honestly just curious, really. Back from the dead and wanted to catch up

Also I. have a third Monster Mayhem Azul brainrot. It's not a fluffy one. If I can wrangle it into something more coherent, I may send it your way. Not dissimilar to the fashion of throwing a pebble at someone's window to get their attention, but accidentally putting a hole through the glass, and taking off running.

-Reaper

I'm gonna put this all under a little cut thing just because I feel like there's quite a lot! So here we go~

Jack -- It would still only be two parts I think! I only had short plans for that going forward, and it's currently at the bottom of my bucket list so to speak, not for any big reason just because Jack isn't one of my favorites so he falls behind on what I actually want to write.

Rook -- Was a bit more up in the air in terms of what I wanted to do. Had started writing a third part for it, but Rook's in particular felt very like, episodic? If that makes sense? Rather than an overarching cohesive arc. So I could write so much more little random side stories! But aside from a bit I had sort of planned regarding Riddle, there wasn't too much specific I had in mind.

Vil -- Probably one or two more parts to wrap up what I wanted with him; most likely one of the same length as the first. But that one of all of them may get a separate little piece because I am such a sucker for mermaids/sirens soooo that may get some special love

Epilogues -- bit of a mish mash. Really depends how I'm feeling tbh. If I want to write something, I'll word vomit like no one's business, but if I'm not overly invested then I probably won't bother writing one. But again

Vibe Check -- I’m absolutely wiped. Not with these stories, because I do genuinely love them. But like, back to back tough placements on top of illness is a trip. So I’m a bit more tired and less motivated than I normally am, just because most of my brain is chewing on actual school work and case reports and trying to not make myself look like an idiot every time I’m asked for a diagnosis list and go “uuuuhhhhhhhh.” But! I have some brain worms. Right now — big thing I’m working on is the second half of a very long commission. Which is loads of fun but also there’s so much to chew over there, so that takes a lot of my brain. On the side, I was really also writing my Vil Siren Part 2. Because that’s also a lot on the brain and it’s very different Vibe to the commission, so like it’s a good one to go back and forth between depending on what mood I’m in. Jamil is also very On My Brain right now oddly enough. I think because I read a short little Naga piece a while ago and it reminded me how much I love them. So that's on my brain a lot. As for the others, Jack has sorta fallen to the wayside admittedly. Mostly because I adore him as a Bro, but he’d just not usually a character my brain swoons over, so he’s sort of just… existing. I also wasn’t entirely sure where I wanted to go with that other than just “oh wow we fixed it together!” And that’s a factor too. As for other things, the birthday one comes back and forth depending on my mood, but idk if that’ll ever go up. I have lots of it written, but not enough to post or really toss together straight away. If that makes sense

#Asks

[mykneeshurt]

Haunted part 12

Well. This was a doozy to write. Have I done this? Yes. Lmfao. I was not stable for a long time. Could this chapter be considered therapy?

Warnings - smut, nsfw, I don’t wanna give too much away

Part 13

You stepped back trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened. You felt breathless, trying to steady your breathing you held on to the the wall to steady yourself. You desperately tried to find words but none came. Seeing you so unsteady Soap reached out and held your arm, his face a furious shade of red. ‘Doc .. I … I’m sorry.’ He flustered, tripping over his words.

You knew he’d never hurt you and you knew damn well he’d never force you to do anything. Seeing him so embarrassed you placed your hand over his, slowly your breath returned. ‘Johnny … what was that?’ He turned on his heel and damn near sprinted out of the bathroom. You fixed your hair. Again. You took a deep breath and left the bathroom, Soap had gone. ‘What was all that about?’ Gaz asked looking confused. You quickly conjured up the best lie you could think of ‘you know what he’s like, drank more than he could handle. Knocked me out the way to get to the toilet and … ‘ you motioned a vomiting action.

Price let out a deep chuckle ‘serves him right the wanker. Always doin this. Another one kid?’ Feeling your own bile rise into your throat you shook your head. ‘No, I think I’ll head back, I’m so tired’ you said letting out a fake yawn for effect. As you walked past Ghost you squeezed his side gently, he didn’t respond.

Walking back to the hotel you replayed the kiss over and over again. His lips were so soft, the kiss was gentle almost loving, the way his hand cradled the base of your skull. Absent mindedly you traced your thumb over your bottom lip, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

What the fuck were you doing?

Shaking it off you approached the hotel and entered, making your way to your room. You had to speak to him, otherwise it would be a problem. Removing your hoodie you straightened out your t-shirt before heading for the mini bar. You settled on the overpriced vodka and coke, after pouring it you let the liquid slide down your throat. The welcoming buzz settling into your head.

Hearing a knock at the door you placed the glass down and went to the peep hole. There stood Ghost, looking ever menacing. Opening the door you put on your fakest smile ‘hey.’ He regarded you for a second before entering. ‘So why did he leave?’ He asked bluntly, not even looking at you. ‘What do you mean?’ Butterflies rose in your stomach.

‘Why did he leave? I know damn well he didn’t vomit.’

Nearly vomiting yourself you clenched your fists, the pain from your nails digging into your skin kept you grounded. Sweat started to gather on your brow, suddenly you felt hot. ‘He kissed me.’ Ghost remained stoic, not even a flinch. You rushed closer to him and grabbed his wrist, something familiar. ‘I didn’t kiss him back, I didn’t know it was him. He pushed me inside and kissed me’ you begged, not even sure what you were begging for. You felt him tense underneath your grip ‘you kiss him back?’

‘No! No I didn’t, I pushed him off me and he freaked out. That’s why he left.’ He let out a dissatisfied grunt. ‘You don’t get to be angry at him Simon. He doesn’t know about us … and well … I don’t even know what we are.’

He snatched his wrist from your grip, looking over at you, you could see the hurt in his eyes. His beautiful, expressive chocolate eyes. ‘We’re nothing.’

Feeling like you’d been punched in the chest you swallowed, hard. Trying to force down the tears that were threatening to fall. ‘You don’t mean that Simon. You don’t.’

Silence.

‘Simon you can’t be angry at me for something I didn’t do? He doesn’t know what’s going on between us. And there is something there. I know you feel it. I know you’ve let me in.’ Your pleading fell on deaf ears. You tried to cup his face, to speak to Simon, but you were met with Ghost. His protector. His walls were back up, thicker than ever. He stood and made his way to the door, trying again you followed him, tears now free falling down your face. ‘Don’t go, please. I know you feel hurt, but this wasn’t intentional. I know you have feelings for me, I know you do. I like you too Simon, you’re all I think about.’

He let out a deep sigh, ‘you were just a fuck, a mistake.’

With that he left your room, feeling frozen in place you grasped at your chest. Your heart felt like it had been shattered into tiny shards. Each one stabbing you further, ripples of anguish spread through your veins.

Finally feeling able to move you sat on your bed and started at the wall. His words replaying, over and over and over. A mistake. The ache of rejection radiated throughout your body. You tried you rationalise it, he’s hurt, it would feel like a betrayal to anyone. He’ll come round, surely? But his words stung, ‘just a fuck’, the mere memory caused fresh, heavy tears to fall.

You weren’t sure how long you were sat on the bed, the white wall was soon replaced by a door. Knocking on the door it soon opened. ‘Johnny?’ Your voice was quiet, defeated. ‘Fuckin hell hen. What’s wrong?’ He ushered you into his room and sat with you on the bed. Panic soon spread over his face, did he do this to you? Before he could speak you beat him to it, ‘no no it’s not you Johnny. It’s me, I’m so stupid.’ You let out a heavy sigh, he knew better than to ask what was really wrong. He knew you’d never tell him.

‘You’re not stupid hen. You’re the best medic I’ve ever been on missions with. You’re caring. Funny. Amazing at your job, you’re … beautiful.’ You snorted, your cheeks wet from tears. ‘ Oh Johnny. You’re so delusional.’ Moving his hand to cup your face he turned you to look at him. ‘I’ve never been more sane in my life.’ His eyes darted from yours to your lips, his thumb caressed your check, wiping away a stray tear. ‘I don’t know what’s happened, and you don’t have to tell me. But I’m here. With you now.’

His breath tickled your face, his aftershave penetrated your senses. Sweet, floral. The exact opposite to Simon, who was musky and earth like. Your eyes met his for the first time since being in his room. You could feel the familiar feeling of needing validation creeping over you. Ghost had hurt you with what he said, your self worth now entirely pinned on this very interaction with Soap.

You knew it was wrong. You knew this could really be the end of you and Ghost.

But you really didn’t care.

Flicking your eyes to his lips you gave in and placed you hand on his cheek, pulling him in. Your lips met, the kiss was soft, alluring and loving. Just like before. He moved his hand to the back of your head and gripped the back of your neck. His other hand found its way to your waist and led there, his thumb caressing small circles on your exposed skin. You took the lead deepening the kiss, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip he slowly opened his mouth. His tongue meeting yours as they weaved in and out of each other. Moving your hand to the back of his head your nails grazed his scalp before crawling at his Mohawk. He smiled into your lips, a low groan rattled in his chest.

Pushing him onto his back you threw your leg over, straddling him. His moved his hand from your hips to your waist, teasing a portion of skin. Feeling how hard he was becoming you started to grind your hips, your hair fell in front of your face as you moved. ‘Take it off Johnny’ you half whispered, half ordered. Obliging you he sat up and slowly slid his hands up your torso removing your t-shirt. He was faced with your breasts in your black bra, accentuating your cleavage. Pushing him back down you kissed him once more, still grinding over his hard cock. ‘Fuck’ he moaned, trying his best to stay quiet.

You worked his t-shirt off, his toned body facing you once again. You peppered kisses on his neck, working you way down to his stomach. Undoing his trousers you both worked them down, his white Calvin Klein boxers now visible. He placed his hand under your chin to face him ‘are you sure you want this?’ Ever the gentleman.

‘Yes Johnny.’ You smiled up at him through your lashes. Kissing him over his boxers he tensed and whimpered, he’d been wanting this for far too long. He couldn’t quite believe it was happening.

Pulling his boxers down just enough his cock sprang from beneath the cotton. The tip red, a prominent vein snaked its way down the shaft. You licked from the base to the top, agonisingly slow. He clenched the bed sheets as his hips bucked up towards your mouth. Taking him into your mouth you took him are far as you could before gagging, flashing your eyes towards his you could see he was staring. Laboured breaths crept from mouth, savouring the image of you devouring his cock. Bobbing your head up and down you relished the taste of him, the salty taste of pre-cum slid down your throat as it mixed with your saliva.

He sat up and caressed your cheek, he was so gentle. Releasing his cock with a satisfying pop he stood, placing you where he’d just laid. Undoing your buttons you shimmied out of your jeans and underwear, he trailed his eyes down your body. It was beautiful to him. He lingered over your stretch marks, your imperfections were perfect to him. As he leant down to kiss your thighs you rolled your hips ‘just fuck me Johnny. Please.’

How could he say no to your sultry voice, begging him to take you. He discarded his jeans and slid a thigh between yours, kissing from your groin to your neck, delicate kisses. Kissing you once more he could taste himself on your lips, ‘you’re sure now?’ Laughing you nodded before initiating another kiss. He lined himself up, your slit already dripping for him. ‘Fuck me you’re soakin’ … ‘ he groaned into your ear. As he slid his cock in the stretch took you by surprise. You pulled him closer to you and drawled his name under your breath. He started off slow, giving you chance to get used to him. When he felt you relax he built up his pace, leaning on his forearms which he placed by the side of your head.

He never broke eye contact. His perfect blue eyes stared into yours, everything he’d ever wanted to say amalgamated in this very moment. You were everything he’d ever wanted. You cupped his jaw and ran your thumb over his bottom lip, he kissed it gently before guiding your hand down to your clit. Taking his direction you began rubbing your fingers over the firm bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long before you could feel yourself clenching over him. ‘Atta girl, I can feel you. Come for me darlin’.’

Arching your back you maintained eye contact with him, the spring finally about to snap. He placed kisses along your collar bone as you came around him, the spring well and truly breaking. ‘Fuck you feel so good Johnny, don’t stop.’ Leaning back he lifted your legs over his broad shoulders, allowing him to go deeper. Waves of breathy praise left his lips as he thrusted into you. The wet sound of your cunt filled the room, spurring him on further. He picked up his pace just enough to bring him to his own orgasm. His cum filled you, leaving you feeling satisfied. Smirking to yourself to beckoned him with your finger to kiss you again.

He bent down and kissed your plump lips, nipping you gently. Everything about this man was gentle. The way he touched your skin, kissed you, even the way he fucked you. He was passionate. Biting your lip as he pulled away you giggled. ‘What’s so funny hen?’ He smirked.

‘Nothing, just not how I envisioned the night going is all.’

‘You and me both. I’m sorry for kissin yah like I did earlier. Must have freaked you right out.’

‘It did. But I’m glad it happened. I had no idea you thought about me like this.’

‘You crazy? You not gotten all the hints I’ve dropped on you for the last 2 years?’ Smiling you shook your head.

He grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom and helped to clean you up. Handing you back your clothes you got dressed feeling him watching you. ‘I’d stay but the last thing I want is someone seeing me leave in the morning.’ He nodded, fully understanding. ‘See you in the morning Johnny.’ You said placing a kiss on his cheek before leaving.

On entering your room you ran to your bag and pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes. Always kept them in there incase of an emergency, this being one of those times. Standing out on your balcony the cool Autumn night swirled around you. Lighting the cigarette you took a long inhale, the nicotine filled your lungs. In the corner of your eye you saw movement, looking to the right of you, you saw Ghost. Sat on his balcony having a cigarette of his own, watching you. The orange glow lit up his balaclava, the white teeth of the skull even more prominent in the dark.

You let out a sigh, what had you just done? All because you felt like shit. You’d fucked it. Stamping out the cigarette you turned to Ghost as you entered your room, ‘those are bad for you, you know.’

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A/N - I genuinely had someone call me a mistake after we’d been seeing each other. That shit HURT. 10 years later and I’m still not over it. Can you tell 🥲

#simon ghost riley #ghost x you #call of duty #cod mw22 #fan fic smut #fluff #ghost x reader #smut #mutual pining #john soap mactavish #soap x reader

[honey-milk-depresso]

I’m tired of you guys, get out. You dare come to insult my other mutuals,

and expect me to entertain you?

How would you feel receiving this,

and this,

or this,

of course this,

together with this,

and more of this,

Throughout the year, I’ve seen plenty. This isn’t even all that I have received. There were many I deleted and didn’t care for, and honestly, you disgust me. Not just for hate directed at me (actually, I felt way too apologetic and put the blame on myself), but you come here, nitpick all the things you hate about someone else, and decide to send it to me?

To my inbox?

This fandom has truly petrify me. Just the handful of you that like to not only be cowards and turn on anons when insulting someone else, but you don’t have the guts to send it to them directly (which you shouldn’t. At all). Why do you have to make everyone else try so hard to be in the fandom they really love and just want that passion to die?

All of this wouldn’t have happened if you just unfollowed us, block us, just leave us alone.

I was reluctant to leave, but now that desire to leave is urging me even stronger. Not only that, I’ve seen multiple people, artists and writers, being harassed and harmed by many.

If you could just have a tinge of respect and common sense to just leave us alone so that you and us won’t be affected by our thoughts you just so love to vomit out, you will be fine, much happier than taking out all your insensitive, discouraging words to yourself, you’ll find it far more enjoyable than when you blurt it all out without thinking.

@drac0nia , this isn’t your fault. Ignore them.

#twst #twisted wonderland #honey.txt #honey.rants #honey.important #honeymilkdepresso.exe #truly disgusting #and this is scaring the heck out of me and making me lose hope