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darkphoenix07 · 10 months

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hii ive never requested before so this is kinda scary tbh .... im not sure if your mental health requests are still open but if they are, can i request one with either hongjoong or jongho that's up to u! (since i noticed u already had alot with hongjoong already ..) where reader has an eating disorder because of insecurities and is trying to recover but some days fall back into old habits. And how he would comfort you and help you back on track

thank you so much for this btw <3 I've read all of your mental health series since i myself am struggling alot with my mental health and I'm sure it means alot to other people too who also struggle, you're doing sm people a favor 💓

Jongho helps you with eating disorder

Masterlist

Mental Health Request

Paring : Idol Jongho x Reader

Word count : 1.6k

Song 🎵 : Those eyes by New West

Genre : Soft, Comfort, Fluff

4:45 p.m.

Everyone in the agency treats you very well after you got attached with Jongho. Specially when you are the girlfriend of their life maknae. They adore you like a little sister too and you love them with all of their heart which is why going to meet them is your favorite part of the day. Specially when you are feeling down.

As you walk inside the agency you meet with San, "Y/n, wassup," he immediately pulls you for a hug.

When he releases the hug, his eyes get big, "Damn, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, it's just. Maybe I am tired," you didn't even know when was the last time you ate something. But that is good, right? You have become so fat nowadays. Isn't that why you can't move properly? You feel suffocated and confined around your body. Only skipping food can make it alright.

"I'm going to buy some ice creams. Coming back in a few minutes," he winks before passing away.

You enter in the elevator and reach inside the practice room where you see them sitting on the floor, giggling with one another. You automatically smile seeing Jongho's gummy smile as Mingi gets scared when Jongho tried to hit him.

Suddenly Jongho notices you and stands up, "Y/n, you are here!"

He immediately pulls you into an embrace soaking your empty heart, maybe your empty stomach too.

"You don't look so good. What's up? Are you not taking meals properly?" Jongho asks you and in reply you only smile.

"Yes, you look like you have lost a lot of pounds. What's wrong?"

You feel uncomfortable hearing Wooyoung through these words at you. Because all you think about is how ugly you look. How bad your fat is making things for you.

"I-I am fine. I just wanted to meet you. I was thinking about you a lot," you tell Jongho with another smile but it doesn't convince him much.

"I'll take you to your favorite restaurant today. But first let's have ice cream after hyung brings them," he smiles at you pulling you inside.

You sit with them, keep listening to their bickerings and after sometimes San arrives with a box of ice creams.

You and Jongho share one big bucket which is butterscotch, your favorite one. But when you start to have the ice cream, you mind starts speaking to you calling you ugly shit, a pig and how you shouldn't eat like this.

"You are barely having these. Are you alright?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"Maybe it's my period, I've lost appetite," you lie to him gripping your own shirt. You feel guilty for being this person but you can't help it.

"I-I am coming," you get up and run to the bathroom. You end up throwing up water and ice cream because that's all you've left inside your stomach. Your stomach hurts and your throat burns from the crazy sensation and how it is so hard to eat.

You leave the bathroom and see them cleaning up stuff for practicing.

"I'll have another lesson then we can go together. Can you wait?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"That's my girl," he kisses you on the forehead smiling and goes back for the practice.

As you sit down to watch them practice, you start feeling drowsy and nauseous.

Jongho looks back at you asking if you are okay and you try to give him a reassuring smile that you are.

But it only gets worse when you get up wanting to leave the room. You grab the nob and try to open the door but suddenly everything feels hazy to your eyes. You stop feeling the ground underneath you and fall into deep sleep.

Hearing the deep thud from you passing out, Jongho comes running, "Y/n. Oh my God. Baby! What's wrong? Wake up. Come on, wake up!!"

The members look at each other hearing Jongho calling you baby which he never does.

"She will be fine. Let's call an ambulance," Hongjong says patting Jongho's back.

"Splash water on her face. She may wake up," Seonghwa suggests and Yunho brings a bottle full of water.

Jongho splashes the water on you but you don't open your eyes as the problem is something else.

"Why isn't she waking up? Oh man. This is so bad," Jongho is trembling as your head is on his lap. Your body has gone cold and you are barely breathing which starts concerning Jongho more.

The ambulance comes and he takes you in the hospital where Yeosang joins him.

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As you wake up, you feel someone holding your hand sobbing.

"I am so sorry I didn't notice earlier. I am so fucking sorry," it's Jongho's voice you realize as you open your eyes.

"Oh my God. You are awake!!!" He hugs you tightly pressing himself against you.

You feel a saline pipe on the back of your hand when you hug him back. You look around and realize that you are in a hospital bed.

"What happened?" You ask him and he looks at you with blazing eyes.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?" He throws the question at you with a demanding voice and you can't help but feel scared.

"I won't scold you, sweetheart. Please do tell me. When did you last have a proper meal?" He asks you so softly that your heart burns.

"I-I...maybe with you," you tell him which was four days ago.

"Seriously?" He looks like he snaps but he is mad at himself for not being able to take care of you.

Your scared face tells him you misunderstood him so he gets on the bed with you, "I am concerned about you because you have iron deficiency, lack of vitamin D, Vitamin C, Vitamin B complex. In total if I say, you are going through malnutrition. How do you think I'll feel if I get to know these?"

"I am sorry. I didn't m-" you break into tears but he cups your face into his palms.

"Hey, don't cry. I didn't want to make you cry. I am mad at myself for not being able to give you enough time to take care of you. If you were having a hard time to have food, you should have told me. I didn't even notice," he says like it is all his fault that you avoid food.

"Don't blame yourself for something I've been doing," you tell him holding his hands into yours.

"Baby, you have become my responsibility from the day I've started to have feelings for you. You are not only a part of my life. You have become my life. I can't think of a single day without you though I don't tell you these enough. But I am willing to tell you everything you need to hear for recovering as early as possible," he kisses your forehead and a drop of his tear fall on your cheek.

"All your sufferings are mine, all your pain is mine, all of your agony is mine. Don't you know that already. Why don't you eat sweetheart? Why? You used to love having food once," he asks you whispering the last words like if anyone is beside him they will know your secret or maybe it is his heart burning for you seeing you like this.

"I don't know. I feel like food is the reason everything is going wrong in my life. I need to fix everything. I feel hopeless, wrecked.The more I lose my weight, I feel like I need to lose more. I throw up everything I eat unintentionally. I feel so fucking disgusting when I eat something. It becomes hard for me to look in the mirror once I devour something," you tell him the truth but end up becoming a sobbing mess.

"Hey, we can work on it together. What if I was in your place? Wouldn't you do the same for me? Wouldn't you want to help me?" He asks and you nod.

"Then listen that I'll always be there for you no matter what. I'll help you gain confidence again. Please don't hide all these from me again?" He begs you kissing your knuckles and you smile.

After you get discharged, you start meeting a therapist with him. He has gone crazy over you nowadays because he keeps telling you how pretty you look, how perfect you are. He shows you mukbang day after day making your mouth water which is why you start to have food again. You take some suppliments to gain your appetite again which works very well.

Last time you checked, you have gained some pounds finally after hardworking. Specially with Jongho's support.

Most importantly he never reminds you of your food disorder. He makes you forget about you playing stupid food games and taking you to every new restaurants in the city making you taste new foods.

You thank yourself and him for coming this far after months torture on yourself. Because without him you wouldn't be able to beat this.

I myself wrote it with empty stomach but now I'm feeling fucking hungry

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diaryofassortedimagines · 2 years

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still with you-

musical beetlejuice x reader smut/fluff

beetlejuice has to take a week and a half long business trip to the netherworld and leaves you his blazer to hug in his absence. when he returns to find you wearing nothing but his coat and humping his pillow in your sleep, things get a tad bit frisky. enjoy!! ;)

“you have to go, beej?” you pouted.

“yeah, babes… unfortunately i do.” he shrugged and pulled you into a soft, but meaningful hug.

“what are you even doing there anyway?” you asked him. he grumbled and held you tighter.

“APPARENTLY i’m nOt SuPpOsEd To Be ScArInG sO mAnY tInY cHiLdReN, and it’s something called dIsOrDeRlY cOnDuCt, which according to the stupid dead people laws, MaKeS tHe ReCeNtLy DeCeAsEd LeSs CoMfOrTaBlE iN tHeIr NeW hOmE.” you kept it to yourself, but they had a point. “so now i’ve gotta go explain myself and charm my way outta trouble in hell court. guess that’s all court is though, huh babes??” he laughed, but you furrowed your brow in concern.

“you’re going to court?? are you gonna, like, go to jail or prison or something?? how much trouble are we talking beej—”

“woah, woah babes, slow down,” he smiled “these lawmakers of the netherworld are a bunch of jokesters. nothing they ever claim comes through, they’re all cheap talk. and besides, they know i’ve got too much ‘a reputation with the dead and too many clones to be all jailed up like that. they’d rather have me roaming the streets than deal with me in jail.” he made a good point. no one wants to deal with a fussy beej, especially if you don’t love him like you do. your mind eased a little. “don’t worry, babes. i’m not goin anywhere. however…” he grimaced. “time does pass differently in the netherworld, and it’s gonna seem to you like i’m gone for a lot longer than it will to me.” you frowned in dismay.

“h-how much longer is a lot longer?” he chewed his lip for a moment and slumped a little bit.

“‘bout two weeks, babe... i-it could be less. it’s hard to really know. you’re not mad at me are ya, toots?” you were certainly sad, sad that you’d miss out on all your weekly traditions and that you wouldn’t get to see his face and be scared by him every time you came home, but beetlejuice had a way with you to where you couldn’t stay mad at him no matter what he did. it was a blessing and a curse.

“i couldn’t be really mad at you if i tried, beej. just as long as you’ll be back. besides, it’s not as long as i thought.” you were expecting upwards of a month. deep down though, beetlejuice could tell you were trying to hide how bummed out you really were.

“don’t worry, babes, i’ll be back. besides, you’ll always have a little bit’a me with you.” in a snap, his blazer was off his shoulders and now on you, oversized, warm, and beej all over. you giggled.

“i can keep it?” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“for now, toots. of course, i’ll be taking a couple pairs of my favorite panties of yours with me in return.” you scoffed a laugh. “nothin’s free babes. lova ya!” he kissed you on both cheeks, gave a laid back wave goodbye, and in an instant, was gone in a puff of green smoke.

you watched the smoke fade away til the very last strand, and reached out to try and grab it before it dissipated, but all it did was recede and blow out from the gust of wind your hand caused. you frowned and made your way over to the couch. holding the jacket tight around your body, still smelling strongly of him--moss, dirt, and a little bit of what may’ve been blood--you plopped down on the couch and laid your head in his spot. you missed him already, and the thought that you could bring him back all with just three words was a temptation so strong that the love you had for him was the only thing that could stop you.

your stomach rumbled deep and you groaned, knowing you have to eat, but dreading it. you drew in a deep breath, doing your best to exhale your sorrows as you expelled the air, and rushed to the fridge. inside, you found a couple plates and bowls, all covered in tin foil, and a chilled note attached to it. from the atrocious handwriting alone, you knew immediately it was from your old BJ.

“toots,

i haven’t cooked in about 1,000 years,’ you quickly laughed at this and then went back to reading. ‘but i wanted to make my absence seem as short and un-lonely as possible. hope you like it. if not, the deer might eat it. love ya,

- your favorite demon, with love

p.s.

more surprises to be found around the house throughout the week. don’t worry, you won’t get em all at once.’

you giggled a little at the stark contrast of his impeccable grammar and his nauseating handwriting, and also the fact that he seemed to forget there weren’t many deer this deep into the city. carefully, you pulled the dishes from out of the puzzle he’d made in the fridge, six of them that he stacked miraculously stably, and set them on the table. you opened them one by one, and they actually all looked quite good. a few things were off, however: everything he made had been dyed green with what you hoped was food coloring, and the mystery green sauce covered pasta had two types of noodles, one black and the other the normal white. another bowl was filled of jell-o, green and very dark black cherry cubes. there was a bowl of chili, which the dye had made look utterly sickly, green dyed pizza rolls that he insisted to have cooked instead of left in the freezer (although there was a note informing you there was more in the freezer), frog in a hole toast with extra green eggs on the side (which did great in the microwave), and corn on the cob he rolled in green butter (he also included a note in this one to let you know that he cooked this by using his own magic to set it on fire in the kitchen).

you laughed and felt a pleasant tingle in your heart. getting to work on heating up those eggs. maybe, you wouldn’t be so lonely after all.

***

throughout the week, which you’d gotten really great sleep in with the house being so quiet, beej came through on his promise and left you little surprises around the house. one night in particular you came home to find vodka and margarita mix on the counter. another morning you woke up to limp, white and black roses poking your face in the part of the bed he usually slept. he’d managed to sneak a couple videos onto your phone of him, some telling you how much he already misses and loves you, how he’s still with you, and some other not so... pure footage, a new video popping up every day. he also found it hysterical, apparently, to kill or flicker the lights every now and then. even in another dimension he managed to scare you. with all this, including the jacket you never took off other than at work, the week and a half he’d been gone went far faster and easier than expected.

on the last few nights though, the days became harder, and you found yourself wearing nothing but his jacket (not even a blanket with the heat) and clutching his pillow every night, some nights falling asleep with tear dampened hair. you knew that no one would mess with beej in the netherworld, he was too infamous for ruthlessness and no one wanted to deal with him, but you still couldn’t help but worry that something could’ve gone wrong. a god forbidden sandworm, perhaps? what if his charm finally gave out on him and he was in fact imprisoned? what if he wasn’t coming back. after hours, you finally tired of thinking too much, and fell asleep to the sound thoughts of when he’d finally return.

your thoughts were a little too pleasant that night, and to your delight, there he was in your dream, head between your thighs and hands clutching your waist. unconsciously, your bare body humped his pillow that you had your legs wrapped around. your breaths became more and more weighted as his dream state tongue lapped at your most sensitive parts. you were so damn close, seconds away, and almost as if beej could read your mind, he appeared in your bedroom. the moderately loud puff of smoke hadn’t managed to wake you, and beetlejuice was left frozen and wordless as he watched you hump his pillow, wrapped up tight in his jacket. he moaned as you soiled his pillow with your cum, and mumbled his name with a strained grunt. he leaned down a bit and kissed your neck awake before whispering in your ear.

“you called, babe?” you turned to face him, his wonderful, adorable, insatiable face, and it was then that he realized his jacket was the only thing you were wearing. your eyes both widened, his in shock and arousal and yours in joy.

“beej!” you threw yourself up at him, your arms around him and his around you. you both hummed at the feeling of your warm, bare body pressed tight to his cold form and thin button down shirt. “oh, i missed you, i missed you, i missed you!” you exclaimed between kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips, neck--all of him. he beamed at you.

“told you i wasn’t goin’ anywhere. i missed you too, babes--ow!” you hit him rather hard on his shoulder.

“no, don’t even talk about ‘missing me’! to you it’s only been, what, three days? i’ve been without my favorite being in the universe for a week and a half...” he grimaced, despite his heart warming at his new achievement of “favorite being of the most wonderful person in the universe and beyond.”

“ah, i’m sorry babes. you really did miss me, huh? well, if you moaning my name in your sleep was any indication.” he looked down at your nearly bare form and then gestured to his cum soaked pillow. you felt like you’d just gone down a rollercoaster. “god, babes, i think i like this better than lingerie.” you smirked.

“oh, yeah? too bad, i seem to remember you saying you wanted to keep--”

“keep it, smeep it, i’ll buy a new one! you are never taking this off.” you both laughed together. “now, how ‘bout i make your dreams come true, huh, toots?” his hands snaked up your waist and to your breasts, massaging them with with a delighted hum against your morphing lips. you were moaning at his touch already. how could you not keel for a guy like him, dead or alive? god, you missed this.

his hands moved all over you, and finally as you bucked your hips toward him he reached your aching pussy. you let out an open mouthed moan, breaking the kiss at the very first touch and riding his fingers. he was laughing through an aroused grunt.

“god, you don’t even know how much i missed you.” you yelped and stuttered your hips as his trained fingers almost immediately found your clit. you clenched his shirt and nuzzled your head into his chest, pulling away as soon as his hand wrapped firmly, but too firm, around your throat. he came down to kiss you, his lips muffling your moans. you were close already, so, so damn close. you tensed and your moans stuttered. he knew what this meant of course.

“god, baby, you close already?” he cooed. all you could do was nod, or try to against the clench of his hand around your neck. and then, he stopped.

“beej!” you yelled and slapped his chest in annoyance. “bj i am not in the mood for this right n--” he took your breath away as he pushed you down and dropped to his knees, yanking you closer to him by your hips, and in an instant his lips were deep in your folds, lapping and sucking messily like you craved all week. you were in too much bliss to be audible, instead only trying to breathe as you came on his tongue. he cleaned up every bit of it and let it melt onto his taste buds. as his lips finally let you go, you were left shaking as he crawled back up to you. sure, you masturbated to those videos of him plenty of times throughout the week, but there was nothing out there like beej. nothing and no one nearly as good. “i love you so, so damn much.” you held his face in your hands and he smiled like a puppy. he loved that you loved him so much. that you adored him.

your hands moved from his face down to his crotch, gently stroking the tent in his pants. he grunted and his body relaxed. in this window of bliss you pushed him off of you and rolled on top of him. you kissed down his neck and began working at the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped you.

“hey, babe, babe, you can get me back tomorrow, yeah? just let tonight be for you, you should get some re--” you shushed him with your finger on his lips.

“just--just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” he chuckled, a little stunned, and with a wave of his hand his clothes were across the room. “oh, well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes...” he couldn’t help but smile and soften (his heart, not so much his dick, that is) at every compliment, no matter how lewd or dirty. you kissed down his neck and to his chest, leaving a few flicks of your tongue on his nipples as his hands tangled in your hair you moved lower and lower, licking and kissing up and down his soft stomach. your lips you were inches from his cock, but still, you didn’t touch him. instead, you kissed his thighs and the skin around it, starting at the edge, around to the front, and to the sensitive inner portion, his body tremoring.

“c’mon, babes. stop teasing so damn much.”

‘uh-uh...” you hummed no. you missed him too much. the mossy, salty, earthy taste of his skin, the sound of his moans. “juuust a little longer.” you kept your promise, and after a few more kisses to his thighs and stomach, took his dripping head into your mouth. you both moaned at this. you did mostly because of the satisfaction of finally tasting the slightly rotten precum and woodsy, slightly grass tasting skin. you sucked at him hard as your head lowered and you took more and more of him in.

“oh, fuck, baby~” he grunted and threw his head back. “so, so fucking good.” beej wasn’t afraid to make noise, and as you engulfed him farther and harder, his volume rose considerably and his hand gripped your hair. his hips were bucking as you took almost of him in, choking on his tip, tongue flat against the base of his cock. “holy hell, toots--oh, y-yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you giggled at the idea that he thought you’d even imagine stopping. the vibrations of your laugh intensified the pleasure and he tensed, his back arching off the bed as you picked it up to top speed and hummed around his cock. he came into your mouth with a deafening moan and a tight squeeze to your hair. “so... so fucking perfect.” you swallowed his salty, “acquired taste” cum and gave him one last lick up the base of him, swirling your tongue around his head to make sure you didn’t miss any. “you.. you are unreal.” you lifted yourself up and straddled his hips.

“you got that right.” you smiled as you took him by surprise and moved his cock to your entrance, the erect member sliding against your soaked folds a couple times. you inhaled sharply through your mouth and moaned as he spread your tight pussy, a burning sensation you missed so much, eased with your slick. he was whimpering and groaning endlessly as you slunk your way all the way down. you were breathless by that point, and soon after lifted yourself up before dropping back down onto him, over and over, slowly picking up more speed. you were both making obscene, horrific sounds of sex, and before you could let out another moan he flipped you over, cock still buried deep inside you and now pounding into you at a mind bending, merciless speed. “oh—fuck! oh my g-god bee, that’s so fucking good.”

“yeah? bet you missed my cock, didn’t you??” he grunted between stuttered whimpers. all you could do was moan in affirmation. “my perfect fucking whore.” you were already close again, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. at the new sensation, he felt the same rope in his stomach tighten. “god, i’m so fucking c-close, toots.”

“m-me too.” you whimpered. the room filled with the sound of skin against skin and obscene sounds of pleasure.

“cum with me, baby, please?? for me.” his hand moved to your clit as he continued to slam his hips into yours, and that was all it took for you to fall off the edge for the third time that half hour. as you came, you felt him tense at the same time as he began to pull out of you. you didn’t let him go, however, and wrapped your legs behind his back so he’d cum inside you. the room seemed to go quiet for both of you in your climax, slowly returning as you came back down to earth. “oh, baby.” he said. you were wordless. collapsing beside you, the both of you sighed in slight disappointment as he slid out of you. he put his arm out for you to lay on and you nuzzled into his bare chest.

“i am so fucking glad your back... missed you so much.”

“me too, babe.” he sighed in contentment. “so what’d you think of the pasta? too al dente?” you chuckled.

“they were perfect, bee. everything is perfect.”

end

man, i like this one, ngl

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice x reader smut #beetlejuice x you #musical beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x you smut #musicaljuice #alex brightman x reader #alex brightman

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jestersmonsters · 1 month

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Jester's Monster AU

Part 10 (End Of Chapter 1)

Warnings(for all parts, not just this one): Blood, gore, general angst, panic attacks, violence, death, dismemberment, attempted cannibalism (from vampires & werewolves), trauma, possible bad writing (I try), and the closest thing to realistic trauma responses I can get in a tmnt monster au.

💜First - 👈Prev - C1 Art Dump👉

Donnie was on his phone in bed, looking for more info on vampires. It was hard to know what was real and what was just fiction. He was getting increasingly frustrated.... but with what Mikey had told him, he was able to kind of guess. He preferred to write it down on a notebook or something, but since he was trying to rest, he just wrote what he knew in his notes app. He'd have to make a physical copy later. He was most worried about that "withered stomach" thing Mikey had mentioned, so he was looking for more details on that. It took some digging, but this is what he found:

Vampires can eat and drink any food or drink regularly so long as they feed on blood once a week. A week without blood will cause one to be unable to stomach human food from then on this is what they call the withered stomach. If another week passes without this being resolved, then the affected vampire will go into a defensive mode, losing control of their body and attacking any blood they can smell to drink it. If they are fed in that time, then they will return to normal, but if they remain hungry for approximately four hours longer, then the withered stomach will then become permanent if the vampire does not starve to death first.

This information cleared things up for him. No more starving himself from now on, got it. Sure didn't make him feel much better, though.... He already felt sick at the thought that this had happened to him. He assumed his little outburst had come just from that he was new to all this, and his body was still weak. Maybe he'd been trying to replenish energy lost from..... dying. It scared him, though. He'd bitten Casey of all people. That guy was supposed to be tough, and yet he wasn't able to defend himself... just how strong had the vampirism made him? Normally, the idea of being so strong wouldn't scare him, but it did. Because it came with the idea of hurting his family.

As if sensing his stress, there was a knock on the door, and Leo's voice came through. "Hey Dee, can I come in?" he asked. Without answering, Donnie just clicked a remote to open the door and let him in. Then Leo just sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped quietly. "We didn't really get a chance to talk earlier, so I thought I'd start. And you know I don't apologize often, so you can't fight me on this, but... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not talking to you for so long. I wouldn't have minded you bringing me back to life, honestly. But the way you did it really scared me. All of it scared me. The way you looked at me with that creepy smile, all the blood, the way my body looked, all of it." he paused a moment to look at Donnie, who wasn't looking back, just staring at his phone with brows furrowed. He just sighed and kept talking. "But when you died, I think.... I understood why you looked at me that way. Because I would have done the same thing in that moment to get you back. It's still... scary.... but it felt like the only thing I could do so.... I get it." he finished. Donnie was looking at him now. He'd put his phone down, and he was just staring. His expression almost looked blank except for the slightest bit of tears brimming his eyes. Cautiously, he placed his hand on the other's.

Leon just smiled at that, understanding that it was Don's own version of an apology. "S'okay bud. I'm alright. You patched me up real good." he assured, leaning over to see what Donnie was doing. "You find anything out?" he asked. "Yeah. Just more about what my diet's gonna be like from now on." Donnie answered. "It's..... a little scary, though. I don't... I don't want to hurt anyone else." he said. To which, Leo just squeezed his hand. "Hey. I didn't get those blood bags for nothing. We're stocked up plenty! And with Raph and I around, even if you do get a little hungry, you won't get your teeth anywhere near anyone else, alright?" he assured, wearing a confident smile. But seeing Donnie was still worried, he just placed his free hand on his shell and rubbed gently. "We'll figure it out, mkay? Just get some rest. You'll be okay." he said in a quiet voice. With that, Donnie tried his best to quiet his troubled mind as he shut his eyes and drifted off to a deep sleep.

[End Of Chapter 1]

#rottmnt #my au #rottmnt au #jester's monsters #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt monster au #rise donatello #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #rise leo #rottmnt leonardo

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ourghoststories · 16 days

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Recovery [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

I wasn't a fan of Bucky, I never liked the idea of super soldiers, even with Steve Rogers

We never got on and now wasn't any different, even if I liked him, doesn't mean I had to literally like him.

He had recently gotten hurt on one of his high priority missions, and it made me feel a sadness in the pit of my stomach that only meant one thing, I had to care for the super soldier.

As much as I'd tried or I'd like to deny it, those jittery feelings I felt betrayed me to the reality of that and I couldn't fight it, especially not now that he had been shot in the stomach, it was pretty serious, even the doctors were putting him under strict conditions, he couldn't do much and I was the one who had to look after him.

"Hey Bucky" I smiled caringly, despite having preconceived ideas about him.

"Oh, you're the help... Nice to meet you, you already know the name" he chuckled.

My walls were up and I couldn't help but feel like he was a good person, but I wasn't made for looking after anyone, not even myself.

"Yeah hi, uh I'm y/n" I mumbled anxiously.

For the first time I actually felt scared, what if I screwed up or what if he did? It was a 50/50 effort, it needed to be.

"I don't need looking after, gunshots take a few days, minimal bruising and they go away, no help necessary" he argued, putting up his defences.

"Bucky, I was sent to help you for a reason, you may not need any help but I'm not a quitter and you got sent me for a reason, it wasn't just one gunshot injury, you were fired on multiple times and it's worse than usual" I said sternly.

"I'm fine, I don't need someone looking after me who- no offense - knows nothing about me or what I've been through, especially now" he said abruptly before he pulled his bedsheets up higher.

"Seriously Barnes, that's not gonna cut it- I know what you're doing and why you're doing it and also that you don't trust me one little bit which is infuriating because I also feel the same way, trust is a hard thing for me too, so don't act like a insolent child and just choose the easy way out- not out, but through- damn it" I stammered, trying to do the right thing.

"I don't need help, seriously, you could get yourself killed don't you know I'm the Winter Soldier, a train assassin who takes lives mercilessly" he spat sarcastically.

"I know that's not you, it never was. I've been made privy to your case file, I know what your situation is, I know you on paper... I just don't know you in person" I said softly, making my way to the bed.

"You mind if I" I gestured towards the bed so he could move his feet and I could sit there.

"Look, I know we barely know each other but you work so hard in the field, it doesn't mean you can't work hard while we're spending time together, we can do more research into the people who are the targets right now... I know Sam's pretty keen on you resting and letting him steer the ship for a while and by the way, just because you're hurt and you need a break that you don't mean anything to anyone, that couldn't be further from the truth" I argued passionately, not caring if he liked it or not.

I just needed to take my role seriously, even if he was some big, scary, super soldier that I needed to be wary of.

The case file and notes contained a lot, but they were no way descriptive of who he was, it was just informative data that didn't have anything about who he was as a person.

"Please just... I don't like trusting new people, I barely contact anyone and I stick to myself, I know you've been around me and proved yourself more than a little bit about being a good agent, but if you want to know me you're gonna have to persevere, I'm not easy to get along with" he said shyly, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye-contact.

"I know how this goes, Barnes, just let me complete my mission, as you do all of yours. You're an inspiration to so many people" I mumbled.

"Yeah and another group of people are equally convinced I'm a killer, I was only pardoned because of Steve, he did all the work, he rescued me, heck, if it wasn't for him I'd never be myself. 90 years I fought and fought and took countless lives, people with families and loved ones, how's a guy like me ever gonna make up for that", he spat, getting angry at himself before he tensed and winced in pain.

"Argh" he groaned, obviously overdoing it.

"If you'd just listen Sargent, this wouldn't be so difficult, for either of us" I lectured as he grunted, this time out of stubbornness.

"I'm taking that as a yes" I smiled, before I squeezed his hand and saw a flicker of hope in his eyes, even though he was trying to hide it.

"Don't call me that, it's not right, I haven't been that fo-"

"For 90 years. I get it, stop being sorry for yourself, I know this sucks but we can work past this. Your therapist has instructed me to be stern with you, you know that you're doing a great job right? I'm impressed with how you've been going. You're allowed to struggle with what's going on, I'm not taking that away from you Bucky" I comforted.

I could tell Bucky secretly - or maybe not so secretly - liked being called Sargent, even if in his mind he didn't fully associate with it, it was the opposite of a trigger, a positive association word.

He took a breath in "okay, I'll give it a go, I will- but you gotta help me and work with me, especially with the new arm, it takes a while to get adjusted to. It's been playing up since a bullet got lodged in the vibranium, but I assume you know how to help with that?".

"Yes I do, I can help with the arm in multiple ways, but it's gonna be good for you to do some physio and manual manipulation for the rest of your aches, after all, you keep throwing yourself in the deep end with these missions. The government are only letting you off the hook because you're providing them with a service. The rest of the world aren't necessarily happy about that, you should be careful" I said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm aware of the consequences... The government want me as long as I have some ideas about their assets and when they're being targeted I'm considered one of them. If I work with you, what do I get in terms that we'd both understand?" He smirked.

"Careful what you push for soldier- what happens if I was up for grabs, what would you say if I said 'just say the words'" I winked.

"Oh shit, you're not even joking. Doll I think I'm too old for you and miserable but I'd take you up on the offer for a bit of fun" he chuckled, the first time id seen him genuinely smiling the whole time id been around.

"Oh wow not that kind of fun- I'm not saying no, I just-", he paused "shut it Barnes, yeah I get it, sorry y/n" he said, mentally facepalming.

I giggled "you're not too old, you're just right... But let's see how things go first, and how much of a crack you're willing to give it".

"Got it, you won't hear two words from me" he fake saluted.

"James, you just said more than two words" I chuckled again, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"You're gonna make me blush" he fake swooned.

So the journey continued with the Sargent and I.

---A/N

hello I hope everyone is doing well, Darcy is the one writing these Bucky stories because I can't get enough lol, are they gonna release more tftws? because I loved it so much

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Toxic Yuri - March 28th

You storm up the stairs, annoyance rising in sync with each skipped step. Fifteenth floor, apartment three. 15/03. Third building from the corner of Fifteenth Street and Daffodil lane. Infuriatingly specific, as always. You slam the stairway door open, fury carrying your feet faster and faster down the carpeted hallway to apartment three despite the protestations of your lungs. As you round the last corner you can already see the door hanging slightly ajar. Typical. You burst in, sweeping whatever of your gaze that isn’t seeing red across the open concept floor plan.

There she is. Sat straddling the window sill, only one leg and one arm still inside, like she’s been waiting for you. Her red hair flows in the wind whipping by, a few strands crossing her face that’s contorted into a malicious, mischievous smirk. Over one shoulder you can see a large, black fabric sack. A cliche, honestly. That’s part of what’s so infuriating about her. It’s all an act to piss you off. You take a step towards her, and she lets herself slip a little further out the window. It’s all an act, but you still freeze in a panic, watching her pantomime almost falling to her death. She giggles at you, making mocking scared faces and shaking her head.

You stamp your foot in a small slip of a tantrum. “You know there’s no reason for any of this, right? Everything you have in that bag you can get for free! At literally any mall in Ienia!”

She leans back into nothingness, laughing easily even as your stomach drops. “Ah, but things are always just a little bit better when someone doesn’t want you to have it.”

“So, you’re just here to cause misery? You followed me to another country just to.. to take things away from people? To get off on others suffering?”

Her sparkling green eyes turn to you, laser focused in a way that makes your organs squirm. “No. You haven’t been paying attention, have you? I put in all this effort and you still don’t hear me.”

You throw your arms around in frustration. “Then what? What have I missed? I know you’ve been using important dates to plan these stupid little burglaries. Presents you gave me. Your clever little code isn’t so clever, you know.”

“Then why haven’t you beaten me to a single one of these?”

You stand there, mouth agape. You close it, open it to speak, close it again, then walk in a baffled little circle. “What?” That’s not the best you can do. You reformulate. “Just because I know the pattern doesn’t mean I can read your infuriating mind! How could I?”

She laughs again, leaning far back out into the empty air outside the window. This time the laugh is a little sad, her eyes soft. “I give you plenty of time. Maybe I’m the only one actually committed to this relationship.”

“YES! That’s why we BROKE UP!” The fury flows out of your heart. “I wanted a fresh start! I wanted out of our shitty hometown, I wanted out of our life, I wanted to be someone different! That’s pretty much the definition of not being committed to a relationship!”

“This is new, isn’t it?”

You stop, stunned again. “New?” You reprocess. “NEW? Yeah, yeah I guess spending my free time chasing down my ex to try and prevent her from committing pointless petty burglary is a new life. I guess having to be the one who can follow your pattern is a new life.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “You really don’t appreciate everything I do for you. Maybe this isn’t going to work out.” She swing back further, only a hand and a calf holding her to solid ground.

You lurch forward in a panic, desperate to not see your ex splatter on the ground fifteen stories down. “No, no. Please. Don’t do that. Just tell me what you want, okay? What am I missing?”

She laughs again, sad again. “You should have been asking that months ago. Now the questions have changed. Sorry, Sheila, you’re too late to fix that.” Then she slides out the window.

You scream and lunge across the room, hopping a couch and sticking your head out the window. You don’t see anything. The adrenaline and cortisol flooding your brain stop dead in their tracks when you see her standing on the wall outside the window. She’s grimacing, bracing herself against the force spell streaming out of one arm that’s holding her against the wall.

Despite the effort she’s throwing into the spell, she still speaks evenly. “Aww, so you do still care, maybe there’s hope for us yet.”

Your long black hair is blown over your eyes, obscuring your vision for just a second. When you pull it back, she’s gone. You collapse against the window sill she just occupied for a moment, then scream. You’re going to be ruminating on this one.

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through the hourglass 28. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, ROOSTER IS GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!

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He finally messaged her when December arrived and she was already two months along. God it was almost torture and if it wasn’t for Penny being the voice of reason Beatrice would surely lose it. She got the message in the middle of the night and immediately broke down when she saw it, trying her best to cover her crying so Jolene wouldn’t come over.

Apparently there were some hiccups in the mission but they were all okay, Beatrice had to calm down her breathing before she wrote something back or else she’d just choke on her own sobbing any second now.

Bea (12:34)

Roos, oh my god, I am so happy to hear from you. I was starting to get worried but I didn’t want to send you a message and then make you worried :( because you did say you’d take a while to talk back to me.

Roos (12:36)

Gorgeous, it’s okay, I’m glad to be talking to you too. We’ll video chat tomorrow, okay? I already have everything ready too.

Bea (12:40)

Okay. I’m just glad you guys are all okay though, I really am.

She licks her lips, hovering her thumbs over the digital keyboard before continuing.

Bea (12:41)

Did you get my gift?

He takes a while to answer, maybe a few more minutes and Beatrice takes that time to drop her phone to her chest, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips, fighting back another wave of tears that tickled the back of her eyes, only looking at her phone again when it buzzes. There’s a picture of him holding the still closed box, she lets out a relieved sigh once she sees it, and it looks incredibly small in his hand.

Roos (12:46)

This is the one right?

Bea (12:47)

Yes!That’s the one! You didn’t open yet did you?

Roos (12:49)

Wanted to but held myself back, your letter said to wait until we video chatted. I gotta admit I got the tingly fingers,I wanna know what it is.

Bea (12:51)

I know, handsome, but it’s just a little while,right? Until tomorrow, then you can enjoy what is inside all you want.

Roos (12:52)

Well,I always lose pens so this one is more than welcome.

Oh if only he knew.

Roos (12:54)

Babe, listen I have some other things to finish but I’ll be here later, alright? Promise.

Bea (12:55)

I know Roos :) I have to sleep too, so…until we talk again?

Roos (12:55)

You bet ,gorgeous. I love you.

Bea (12:56)

I love you too, so much <3

And that was their last communication for the night. Beatrice sighs as the phone falls onto the bed, her now free hands coming up to rub her face up and down as she looks at the ceiling, “He’s okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes, “He’s okay, he is okay. God…I was so scared, so were you huh?” her stomach still looked the same, apparently it starts showing on the third to fourth month so it was easier to hide her pregnancy until Rooster knew about it.

“Your daddy is going to meet you real soon!” she smiles, gently placing her hand on top, “I have to say I’m nervous, I don’t know why but I am.” Beatrice chews her lower lip, ‘God, everyone is going to lose their mind, Mav is going to lose his mind. Oh God.” honestly she was just happy to hear from him after so long, it didn’t matter in the end how people would react to the news anymore as long as he was safe.

Beatrice places her phone on the nightstand, then rolls to his side, burying her face into his pillow and smiling when she whiffs his cologne, hugging it close to herself until she falls asleep.

She had no dreams, at least she doesn’t remember any when she wakes up. What she is surprised to see is that it is raining a lot, the sound of thunder wakes her up - followed by the puppies whining and barking downstairs, undoubtedly alerted by the sound. Bea groans, sitting up on the bed, wincing at another thunder as she wakes up fully, walking to the bathroom to at least look presentable and then walking downstairs.

The four puppies are all looking out the glass doors, wagging their tails, the white one stood by her back paws and pressed her front ones to the glass, barking at the large raindrops as Jolene stood back keeping an eye on them, “Well, it sure is raining.” the sound of Beatrice’s voice makes them hurriedly rush to her feet to greet her, yapping and jumping a bit, the brown and white one running between her legs as their mom just wagged her tail once she received the morning pets, “Morning you guys, guess what?”

The puppies stood in front of her with their tails wagging, “Today you guys will meet Rooster! Well, partially.” Jolene’s tail wags even harder and she barks out in excitement at the mention of her second favorite human in this whole wide world, spinning in place “I know! I know Jojo! I’m excited too!”

Beatrice walks to the cabinet where she keeps the puppies’ soft food, the sound of the bag immediately making the tiny dogs surround her like a wall, whining and yapping at her feet to get something already. After she fills the giant bowl with their food and sets it down, she walks to the table, leaning her head on her hand with a little smile towards Jolene.

Her pitbull slowly makes her way over, plopping her huge head on Beatrice’s thigh, giving her a soft sigh that probably meant she was extremely relieved to have her puppies distracted with something else that wasn’t her. Beatrice chuckles quietly, gently petting her dog’s head repeatedly, enjoying the sound of the puppies eating and the rain outside, “Yeah, we are both mamas now.” she says still petting her “Can you believe it?”

Jolene looks at Bea with her big eyes, boofing quietly and then tilting her head to her cheek is touching her owner’s thigh now, the petting never stopping. Beatrice grins, looking down at her phone to see it was seven in the morning, but with the rain outside it was almost as if the day hadn’t started yet. She could see the puddles in the backyard already, undoubtedly Jolene was going to teach her kids how to play in them, how to roll in them and of course how to bite raindrops…but only once the rain lessened a little bit.

Beatrice just sighs,looking out to where she could see the dark clouds standing by, dark and thick, shining with lightning in the distance. She looks up when the light flickers above her head, “Oh no, we don’t need a blackout today, right? I’m going to finally talk to Rooster.” the light stopped flickering almost immediately and Beatrice blinked at it, “Uh…thanks. Let’s hope it stays that way, please.”

She was talking to the air now, oh she was really losing her mind.

Beatrice shakes her head, looking down at her stomach when Jolene presses her snout to it, sniffing the fabric of her sleeping shorts before her eyes look up at the brunette, “Yep, there’s a baby here, Jojo.” she grins, gently caressing the area with her palm, trying to feel if it was any different from a month before but she couldn’t see it. It only started to show on the fourth month from what she’s seen…and while her stomach wasn’t flat as most of the pictures she looked up online and it showed the pregnancy, she was sure she’d be able to notice it once Rooster came back.

God, just imagining his reaction to her gift was already making her vibrate with excitement, chewing her lower lip with a smile, “I think he’s going to cry a bit.” she whispers to Jolene, who now had her eyes closed and was snoring quietly, “I might cry a bit too…everyone else might cry if I’m honest with you Jojo…especially Mav. Oh God, he’s going to…yeah, he’s going to go crazy.”

–

Rooster was looking at Beatrice’s gift resting by his side was he waited for the connection to finally work, supporting his face on his open palm as he tried to think why the hell would she want him to keep the gift of a new pen saved up for so long.

There was no way it was anything else but a pen, it had the shape of one!!

But he just did as she asked, because when didn’t he? She could ask him to bring her the moon and he would do so. Rooster looked at the circle that faded every now and again with the dreaded words 'establishing connection, stand by’ on top of it, almost as if it was mocking him, the very voice of Nelson from the Simpsons going ‘HAHA’ surely came to mind the longer he waited.

Maybe he was just on edge because of what happened, he was glad everyone was okay but it was really close. He might’ve heard from the higher ups that they would probably cut this mission short a month, maybe he’d come home sooner but there was no way of knowing that yet. He hoped so, he missed Bea, the scent pouch was good but…it wasn’t his wife.

He taps his fingers rhythmically against the table, glowering down at the connection symbol and trying his best to not lose his mind, “Come on.” he begins, “Come on. You can work, you worked with everyone else but not with me? What the fuck.” and as if on cue, the circle stopped and it finally let him know that a connection had been established. “Oh thank God.”

It takes a few seconds for Bea’s face to appear, but once she does, her smile is brilliant and her eyes at shining, “Brad!”

“Fuck,gorgeous you are a sight to sore eyes.” he says with a sigh, a relief that’s bigger than it appears to be, he’s so immensely thankful to see Beatrice, he’s so thankful to whoever has been protecting them all lately “I’m so happy to see you.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turned red and even with the staticy image he could see it, “I’m happy to see you too…how are you?”

He laughs humorlessly, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips, “I’m…going through it, kinda tired but, glad that everything went fine.”

“Was it that bad?”

Her eyebrows lowered and he almost regretted mentioning it again, he could see the worry in her green eyes, “It wasn’t that bad.” he says, folding his arms over the table, “Annoying, but not that bad.” she didn’t need to worry even more.

“Okay…oh!” He sees that she picks up the laptop, turning it slowly around and then tilting the screen over a bit. He sees Jolene, sleeping peacefully with her puppies all nestled on her body, the little white one was sleeping right on her mother’s neck, with the tiny pink tongue out. “I sent you the pics but I don’t know if you saw it, so,”

“Oh my god, they are so fucking cute,Bea.” he is in awe and almost grabbing at the screen, “They are so tiny oh my God.”

“Yeah, and well, most of them already have homes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, um, Bianca and Mikey wanted two so there’s only two left.” she points to the white one and to the white and brown one, “The two siblings.”

He did not hesitate, “We’re keeping them. Both of them. There’s no way I’m letting them both go, what the hell.”

Beatrice looks at him with wide eyes once she’s back on the screen, then laughs quietly,”Well, then it’s settled, these two will stay. They’ll need names though.”

“Jack and Eleanor. To keep within the musical names.”

“Jumpin’ Jack Flash and Eleanor Rigby?”

He smiles even wider when she answers, they are really one and the same when it comes to stuff like that, “Yep, you got it.” His eyes then shifted to the box he kept by his side ever since he sat down, tapping his finger against his jawline as he looked, “So…about my gift…can I open it now?”

Beatrice didn’t reply for a while and when she did he wasn’t expecting her question, “There’s no one else with you,right?”

“What? No?” he’s already grabbing the little box and laughing a bit, “Baby, what did you put in here hm? You know how those things make me go crazy.” but she didn’t laugh back, she was smiling but she wasn’t laughing - and was the image so bad he was imagining her eyes were shining with something other than the usual love? But he just gave her a confused look, unwrapping the colorful paper that covered it, being careful to not rip it too much or else it’d be a mess in there.

Once there was no other type of cover on the box, he flipped the lid open and furrowed his brow when he saw the card glued inside it, “What’s the size of a rice grain but not a rice?” he could hear Beatrice’s soft sniffles, but when he looked up she was just smiling at him, “Bea, you know I have no patience for riddles, that’s why I suck in some games.”

“I know but…well, keep going.”

He chuckles again, still confused, looking down at the wrapped pen inside, kept together by the paw print sticker, “I mean you really went all out on this, huh?” he says as he rips the paper open, “All to give me a new pen, baby I know I lose my pens a lot but you don’t have to–”

And he immediately stops.

Because that’s not a pen, in fact that’s not even something he was expecting to see. He is looking down at the two pregnancy tests, one on top of the other, the red lines screaming at him. “...wait…” he laughs because he doesn’t know what else to do, picking the two tests up, fanning them out to have a better look, “Wait…wait, baby, is this a joke or something?”

The second time he looks over at Beatrice, she’s really crying, wiping her face the best she could, sniffling, giving him the most teary smile he had ever seen, “I-It’s not a joke,Brad.”

His smile drops after she says it and his eyes widen when he looks at the tests one more time. The chair scrapes loudly when he stands to his feet, brown irises going from one test to the other, repeating the pattern over and over until he could no longer distinguish anything else around him. “...how…far along…?”

Beatrice sniffles, “T-Two months.” she says, “I-It’s not very visible yet but…it will be when you come back.”

And he falls back on the chair, dropping the tests and holding his head in his hands, his eyes stinging and a sudden wave of emotion taking over him. The tears came out before he could stop them, he didn’t plan to honestly, and he looked down at the white sticks that held so much power within them still in pure shock. “...Bea…” he begins with a shaky voice, “Gorgeous…gorgeous we are going to have a baby?” When they meet eyes, Beatrice nods in response, laughing tearfully.

Never had he felt like this before, it was euphoria and fear and happiness all in one punch, he was heavy but he was floating, he was under the sea but he could breathe. It was the most amazing and the strangest feeling he ever had in his entire life…it was like he was in a complete different world, like he stepped through a portal into an alternate reality but this was his reality.

He was going to be a dad.

He was going to be a dad!!

“Holy shit.” he laughs just as she did, with the tears trailing down his eyes onto the desk, the sounds from around him disappearing because of his own thoughts. When he calms himself down enough, his smile still wide and bright, “...baby we are going to be parents.” she nods, “Does…does anyone else know?”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, “Well…Shells and Ev knew by accident and Penny sort of sniffed it out of me…but no one from my family knows…I really wanted you to know first. I know technically it’s not how it happened but…” and she shrugs at him with a sheepish smile.

“Baby, baby I don’t care. As long as I know I–” he leans back on the chair with his hands going up to his hair, “Bea, there’s a baby growing inside you. A baby we both created…holy fuck.”

“Yeah…I know…”

“We need to think of names already.” he says, the ‘dad’ mode turning on instantly, “We need to go shopping too, buy a crib, buy…baby stuff…I…” and he stills couldn’t believe those words were coming out of his mouth.

When he was much younger he considered being a father, but he never achieved that mainly because there was never an actual ‘connection’ between him and the person he was with at the time, not like what he had with Beatrice. And now, he was going to have that!

“Well…would you say it was worth it waiting for your surprise?”

Bradley looks down at the tests, cheeks flexed as he smiles, “...Hell yeah, gorgeous. It was more than worth it.”

Beatrice opens her mouth to say more, but she looks back at the windows when there’s a loud sound coming from outside, loud enough to wake the puppies and Jolene, which then evolved in a complete yapping round, “Sorry Roos, it’s raining a lot today and I think th-yerk-bzzt.”

Her connection gets fuzzy, her audio delayed and Rooster just smiles at her “It’s okay gorgeous, it’s fine if you need to go.”

“I jut–puppies–thkk-” she’s not aware her audio is having issues, but he does see her wave him goodbye after blowing a kiss towards the camera. He does the same, waiting until her side goes dark, leaving him alone in the room with her gift still in front of him.

Rooster exhales through his mouth, smiling widely at the pregnancy tests, holding them to his eye level because he just needed another look, just to be sure it was actually real. He was going to be a father, holy shit, he and Bea were going to be parents…he wondered, almost out loud, if this was a reward for what happened weeks before.

If all that worry was just because he’d have this. Because now there was another reason for him to come home safe, one more reason to be extra careful…one more reason for his future child to not grow up like he did. He immediately clenches his eyes to get rid of the thought, standing to his feet and shoving Beatrice’s gift inside one of his pockets, walking out of the room and nodding to the officer who walked outside.

He wasn’t going to think like that. No, he wasn’t going to think like that.

He is shook out of his thoughts when he sees Maverick close by, holding some papers in his hand, “Hey, how was your talk with Bea?” his nephew stops completely, giving him a weird look one that makes Pete furrow his brows and then arch one of them, “Rooster?”

“...Mav.”

“...what?”

“I gotta show you something.” he looks around for a second, “But you have to promise to not freak out too much.”

Maverick just gave his godson and even weirder look, “Freak out, why would I freak out-” only to see him pull out the two pregnancy tests from his pocket, holding them in front of Maverick’s eyes. And his uncle, for a brief second appeared to lose all air in his lungs, the papers he was holding slipped from his grasp to the floor and then, “...She’s pregnant?!” he asks, holding his nephew’s shoulders, “Beatrice is pregnant?!”

“Yes–”

“Rooster, don’t joke with me.” his nephew just gave him a look that translated to ‘do you really think I’d joke about that?’ “...oh shit,oh shit I think I need to sit down.”

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Business Practical

A/N debated writing this bc i already have so many things in my draft i want/need to finish but the new Elvis movie has completely taken over my mind. Austin Butler’s Elvis only though, real life Elvis is super sus. Also this may not be perfectly historically accurate,, but we’re accepting that bc it is not that deep and not worth my stress!! Also this taught me that I will never understand the spelling of ‘colonel’ like it just doesn’t sit right with me.

Summary: After the release of your hit single, you think that the rest of your career is set. Or at the very least, you’re guaranteed an easy release of your next album. Too bad your label thinks your record’s going to fail if you don’t find someone famous enough to record a duet with you. Fortunately for you, your squeaky clean, America’s newest sweetheart image is just the kind of thing Elvis needs around him to protect himself from his own controversy. (i set this up to have a part 2 but i’m on the fence about it lol, so ig if you’d like to be tagged lmk)

Update: Chapter II

Y/n’s POV

I may not know everything, but I know music. I know my music, and I know I know how to perform my music. That’s the only reason I’ve never experienced stage freight when it comes to performing. Because of that, people assume that I’m confident all the time. Now, I’m not one to shy away at the drop of a hat, but my nerves have been tangling my stomach since this morning.

Will had made it sound like the easiest thing in the world when he pitched his idea in my living room. The label’s sending you to his show, you’ll be escorted backstage right after. It’ll be easy for you since we both know you don’t know how to take ‘no’ as an answer. Everyone in my house was ecstatic. Sure, there’s controversy around him, but no one can deny his talent and success.

I might be pushy when I need to be, but it’s not like I can strong arm a phenomenon into recording a song with me. I insisted that he’d be better suited for this. Will is a professional and he looks the part. I still feel like a child whenever anyone starts talking business. Will said that was all the more reason to go. It’d be a learning opportunity and feel much more natural.

Maybe I would have fought him harder on it if he hadn’t dangled those tickets in front of me. Everyone in my house knows how badly I wanted to see Elvis perform.

I didn’t think this through. His performance was as captivating as I thought it’d be, which is a bad thing. There is no way I can go backstage and ask him to record a song with me. I know that his manager is expecting something, but I don’t think they’re picturing me. There’s a good chance that I won’t even get backstage--I look like most of the other girls here.

“Y/n, you alright?” I can feel Maisie’s cool fingers on my forearm. “He’s definitely back there, and I think you should hurry before you miss him.”

I’m frozen, not even my best friend’s voice is enough to snap me out of this. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? He was amazing, and you saw the way the crowd reacted, he’s perfect for--”

“I know, that’s exactly why I can’t.” She doesn’t release my arm. “He’s like a real famous person and I--I thought coming to the show would be fun, and it was, but now I can’t stop thinking about how good he was and--”

Maisie’s walking forward, pulling on my arm as she moves. “I have never seen you scared to do anything.”

“Maisie,” I sigh, trying to resist her, “This is different. This isn’t some school presentation or even performance. It’s--ugh, it should have been Will. He’s the professional.”

She’s completely ignoring me. Maisie continues to walk, forcing me to take a few steps. “You don’t need Will, you don’t need anyone. Now go back there and don’t take no for an answer.”

I start walking, but Maisie doesn’t release me. I guess it’s fair, a part of me still wants to escape. With each step towards the back of the venue, my stomach drops a little more.

Maisie’s confidence can’t be faked, because she’s not even bothered by the security guard that’s standing in front of the door that leads to the backstage area. She continues forward like the large man in black isn’t going to attempt to stop her.

He does, of course, he’d be terrible at his job if he didn’t. Two young girls who just have to have a word with Elvis Presley after his show, that’s not suspicious at all.

“Excuse me, ladies, you can’t come back here.”

Even now, Maisie remains determined. “You should be expecting her.”

The man looks me over with little reaction behind his eyes. “I’m here on Will Walters’ behalf.”

He blinks at me. “You his daughter?” I shake my head, preparing to explain the situation. “Niece, then? Distant cousin?”

“No, sir, I--”

“Oh my,” a voice gasps, “Y/n L/n.” A girl I’ve never met before with styled mousy brown hair. “I heard your radio interview the other day! And don’t even get me started on your song!” She turns towards the security guard before I can speak. “Let her in, David, and her friend, too.”

Maisie squeezes my arm gently. The security guard, David, looks me and Maisie over again, and then he steps out of the way. Being recognized by someone because of my music has brought back some of my confidence.

I approach the girl that waved me in. “Thank you for that.” Part of me wants to let her know how much she’s actually helped me, but that feels awkward, especially considering the way she’s looking at me.

“Oh, don’t even think twice about it.” with a flick of her wrist, she dismisses it all. “If someone like me’s allowed by here, someone like you should be more than welcomed.”

“Someone like you?”

She smiles politely, “I’m not anything special, I just follow the tour around. I’m dating someone in the band.” I nod, following her as she begins to walk. “My name’s Annette.”

“Oh, I’m Y/n, but you already knew that.”

“And I’m Maisie.”

“Well, nice to meet you both.” She pauses long enough to give me a chance to look around. For a private space, it’s surprisingly crowded. I guess that makes sense when you factor in how many people probably have to work on the show and how many have girlfriends and family members in the area or on tour with them. “Now, you must be here t--”

Everything, including Annette’s voice, fades into the background. It all blurs into white noise that I don’t care to distinguish because now that I’m looking at him, everything else feels like it doesn’t matter. I thought most of his enthralling nature came from his stage presence, but now that he’s only feet away from me he’s just as attention drawing, and somehow even more attractive now that I can really see his facial features.

Of course his presence would melt away the tiny bit of confidence of developed, reducing me into the fan girl that can’t help but squeal at his existence. I clamp my mouth shut to avoid falling prey to my destiny. Look away. Stop staring. I don’t seem to have enough self control because my gaze remains frozen.

At least he hasn’t noticed...and he’s turning his head. Of course he’s turning his head, anyone could sense the kind of staring I’m subjecting him to. It’s only when our eyes meet that I find the strength to look away. But those few seconds of actual eye contact...I could write an entire song just about the blue of his irises and the chill that just ran through me.

Maybe I’m not insane, maybe he has this kind of affect on everyone. Maisie moves to grab my forearm, which is a good indicator that she’s seen him to. “He’s over there,” she whispers.

Okay, she sounds shocked and slightly in awe but nowhere near as mesmerized as I am--was, because I’ve snapped out of it, and I’m going to stay that way. I can’t imagine seeing Will again and telling him the reason I didn’t ask his question to Elvis is because he was cute I just couldn’t get the words out.

“Yeah,” I nod, dropping my head, “I see him.”

Annette hums once. “Oh, that makes sense.”

Heat runs through my body. “Oh, no--no, it’s not--” My stuttering isn’t convincing her, and it’s not like that’s unfair. “My manager actually set all this up--”

She nods, “Go on up and talk to him. He’s real nice, not too egotistical like some of the other singers I’ve met.”

I can feel Annette’s warm eyes on me and Maisie’s still squeezing my forearm and everything feels like it’s rushing to my head. “Okay,” I say, making absolutely no effort to move.

Maisie’s hold on me loosens. “Y’know, hon, to talk to him you’re gonna have to walk up to him.”

Good point. I mean he’s just standing there, and the person he’s talking to is walking away. I pull my arm away from Maisie while rolling my eyes. “I would’ve never guessed.”

I start walking forward, forcing myself to take even breaths as I approach him. He turns to face me a little quicker than I expected him to. My mind goes blank, no coherent sentences forming in my mind.

My mouth opens. “Hi.” Really?

The corner of his mouth turns upwards, like he’s trying to keep something in. “Hello, Miss...”

He’s offering me a space to provide my name, but before I can speak, a low sounding squeak interrupts us.

“You’re her,” a soft voice gasps, “Oh, you’re as cute in person as you were in that magazine photo.”

My smile feels awkward. The last thing I need right now is for Elvis to think I staged something to make myself look like a bigger deal than I am. Will has some connections and after my song took off, I did two interviews, both different magazine features. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

“I love your song,” she continues, her voice raising enough to catch the attention of others near us. “Is it true you wrote it yourself?”

I struggle to not fidget. “Yes, I--”

“Aren’t you the July song girl?”

My posture straightens under the new scrutiny. “Yes, that’s my song--”

“Oh when is your album coming out?”

My lips part, but I have no good way to answer that. “If everything goes well, soon--” After that, the voices of a cluster of strangers beat me out.

“How’d you get your hair like that in your magazine shoot? I’ve been trying for days, but--”

“Do you dress yourself? I love the modern modest look with all that lace detailing, it’s--”

“Are you and Elvis together? You’re both--”

“Your makeup--”

“When’s your next song coming out?”

I swallow. This is what rabbits must feel like when they’re trapped by predators. Where’s Maisie when I need her? She’s under no obligation to be polite to anyone and has more than made it clear that she has no problem telling people to give me some space.

“Hey,” the deepness of Elvis’s voice cuts through all the overlapping rambling with practically no effort, “Let’s give Miss July here some space.”

He places a warm hand on my shoulder. I dig my nails into my palms to avoid melting. With all the confidence in the world, he guides me away from the semi circle that formed with no notice. Elvis keeps his hand where he first put it as he leads me down a narrow hall. I can’t see Maisie but I know I’ll never hear the end of this.

Elvis stops in front of a wooden door and opens it casually. He leads me inside, lets go of my arm, and moves to sit on a stool in front of a lit vanity. It takes me a moment longer than it should to realize we must be in his dressing room. The reality of the situation crashes into me--Elvis Presley just walked me to his dressing room and closed the door behind him.

Okay, I’m being kind of ridiculous. He took me here to save me from having to answer a thousand questions. A thousand questions that people were asking me backstage at his concert. “I am so sorry Mr. Presley, I don’t even know what happened back there. I swear I--”

“I’m just surprised someone managed to pull away that much attention from me.” The corner of his mouth tilts upwards again. Okay--he genuinely doesn’t seem mad. “No need to apologize for keeping me humble, but if you’d like to make it up to me, I’d appreciate it if you told me how you managed that, Miss July.”

His easy going words paired with that half smile of his are enough to almost make me forget why I’m here. Almost. “Well, I should probably start off by letting you know my name’s not July. It’s Y/n L/n.” His expression still hints at just barely being amused. “That girl was just referencing the title of a song I--”

“So you’re a singer?”

The assumption feels false coming from someone like him. I fold my hands in front of me. “Trying to be, at least.”

“Considering the way people reacted out there, I’d say you’re doing a little more than just trying.”

The implied compliment warms my chest, but I’m here on a mission. “I’ve only released the one song.” My hands unclasp, falling uneasily at my sides. “That’s actually part of the reason I’m here. Well, at least the reason I’m backstage here, I wanted to come see your show before I’d even really written anything.” Shaking my head briefly, I take a settling breath. “I’m rambling, sorry, everyone at home’s always calling me out for it.” I try to force a polite laugh, but I think it comes out as more of a sigh. “I um--there’s kind of a long story about my label and my manager that I should probably preface what I’m about to say with, but I know you’re a busy man, so I’m just going to say that my manager sent me here to ask if you’d be willing to record a song with me.”

I feel myself deflate as the question comes out. My own words sound beyond childish and naive in my own ears. What could he possibly get from recording a song with me? One radio popular song is nothing compared to what he has. Even with all the controversy surrounding him, he can fill up any venue he books.

His silence forces me to hold my breath. “Like a duet?”

“If you’d be willing, but I realize who you are and the kinds of things you’re working on and Will, my manager, just insisted I give it some kind of chance, so I did.” I nod awkwardly, taking a step back. “I won’t take up anymore of your time, Mr. Presley. Thank you.”

My hand reaches for the door handle of the dressing room. This may be the most mortified I’ve ever felt. I’m never listening to Will again. From now on, business is business and performing is performing. He takes care of his end and I take care of mine.

“You gonna give me a chance to answer before runnin’ off on me?” His words come so suddenly I almost convince myself I imagined them.

I release the door handle. “Does that mean...you’re considering something?”

Elvis pauses, studying my expression. “It means I’m considering considering something.”

That’s more than I thought I’d get. “Really?”

“Anyone that can cause such a stir up with a single song’s worth consideration, Miss July.”

The fact that he called me that again makes something in my stomach flutter. “I really appreciate that, Mr. Presley.”

“If you wanna work together, you should get used to the idea of calling me by my first name.”

The invitation is coy, edged by his sharp blue eyes and something else I can’t distinguish. “You’re right. Thank you, Elvis.”

He smiles a little easier at that. “Now, I can’t promise anything, I’d need to talk to my manager and then depending on that he’d talk to yours and then they’d try to work out the legalities for both our sakes.”

“I owe you a thank you regardless. Thank you for not laughin’ me off and thank you for pulling me outta there when I didn’t know what to say.”

Elvis’s expression isn’t easy to read. “Like I said, no need to thank me.” He hesitates before searching the vanity for a spare scrap of paper and writing utensil. He finds an old receipt and a pen after a minute. “Just leave your contact information and then your manager’s.”

I barely manage to take the pen from him in order to give him what he needs. After that, I say a quick goodbye, not wanting to give him a chance to regret his actions, before leaving.

I close the door behind me when I leave. There are a million things I should probably be thinking about, but the only thing on my mind is getting back to Maisie and telling her everything.

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Narrator’s POV

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The Colonel and Elvis were back at it again, discussing how to turn anything into ‘snow’ in order to move Elvis’s career even further forward. After all, his ability to keep his audience entertained isn’t enough to combat large scale public opinion or keep him out of jail.

Though their conversation veered away from long term strategy in favor of discussing new merchandise and tour opportunities. Elvis even managed to bring up that girl, the one with the soft appearance that seemed like a magnet to everyone in her presence. He mumbled her request to The Colonel, expecting it to get brushed off.

It’s a shame in a sense, the girl, y/n, seemed as warm as the July from the title of her song. He liked the idea of having the excuse to reach out to her. He kept that receipt, tucked it into the pocket of his pants the second she left the dressing room.

“The girl--is she the same one that had all those people after her?” Elvis nodded, unsure about his manager’s interest. “Her manager told me she was coming. He didn’t give me any specifics. I wonder if that was planned or if he wanted to leave it up to us.”

Elvis sat up a little straighter. “Are you saying you think it’s a good idea?”

Tom Parker shrugged. “You know music and I know snow, and with you, that girl could be turned into a blizzard while she fixes our problems.”

“I’m not following.”

“I saw her in the newspaper. She wears knee length skirts and she smiles when she’s supposed to smile. She’s what America wants to love, you are what they do love. Paired together, America feels like they can love you.” Elvis drew his eyebrows together, still confused. “She could be the treatment your image needs.” The colonel stopped, playing through ideas in his head. “I need to make a call and I need you to trust me.”

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin! elvis x reader #x reader

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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Spork I am begging on my hands and knees I know your the Hunter content blog but you also make the best Vee content I need my crops watered please

Because you asked nicely :)

Five bounced on the balls of her feet, watching all of the other campers stream onto the bus. She glanced back at her cabin, marked VII.

I should go.

I should run.

Camp had taught her enough about passing as a regular human that she could probably change her form to a more adult appearing one and get a job. Or she could just live on her own in the wilderness, they’d gone through a few survival skills, too.

But there had been nothing in any of the lessons about how to be Luz Noceda. And Luz Noceda was the girl expected back home. Besides, there was a portal. Luz could come back any time, would come back any time. She could already be back already, and Five didn’t have a way to tell.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder. Claire, the cooking class teacher. “Luz? Sweetheart, you’re the only one left, everyone’s ready to go.”

Too late.

“Can I stay here?” Five blurted, “Could I just stay and not go back home?”

Claire heaved a sigh. “Afraid not, snapdragon.”

“I could help with maintenance!”

Claire turned Five to face her. “I know it’s going to be hard to go back, Luz. Bullies are always going to find something to make fun of, and teachers sometimes won’t let go of the past. But do you remember what we talked about?”

“Don’t use explosives in your book report, ‘cuz that’ll get you expelled?”

“And someone could get hurt. But no, the other thing.”

“Don’t take live snakes to school, because it’s not fair to the snakes to get suddenly put in a new, scary place?”

Claire laughed. “Not that one either. About the bullies.”

Five sighed. “Find my safe people.”

“That’s right. The people who care about you matter much more than the people who want to hurt you, and they will always stand by you. And what was the other thing?”

“Pop them in the nose if they try to physically hurt me?”

“Technically, you didn’t hear that from me. For legal reasons. Bullies are just small people trying to look big, and in the end, they don’t get to say who you will be. Only you get to say that.” Claire turned Five towards the bus. “Your creativity is your strongest asset, but no one will see it if you stay here forever. Don’t get too carried away, but go out there and show them what you’re really made of.”

If Luz has come back, I could always just run then. Doesn’t look like I can get away now anyway.

Five took a deep breath. “Okay. Alright.”

“Atta girl. I’m rooting for you, Luz.”

Five climbed the steps to the bus, and the door hissed shut behind her, sealing her in. Masha gave her a short wave from their seat, patting the window seat next to them. “I gotcha, Luz!”

Find my safe people.

Five sat down next to Masha, watching out the window. Claire waved, getting smaller and smaller as the bus rolled out, leaving the camp behind.

“Finally, out of prison for good behavior,” Masha joked, “Man, I can’t wait to get back to my room. And the internet. I’ve missed the internet.”

Five leaned against the window. “Do you think things will be different? Back in Gravesfield?”

Masha snorted. “No way, they didn’t brainwash me at that camp.”

Five nudged them. “I know you had fun at that local history class.”

“Yeah, because there’s a lot of it in Old Gravesfield. I still can’t believe you’ve never been in the museum, or done rubbings in the graveyard. That was like, the only good part of school.”

“Wasn’t one of those trips the reason you got sent here?”

“You hide in and pop out of one excavated grave to scare your partner…”

The bus rolled from country to suburban, all the way to the center of Gravesfield. Masha stood up. “I see my dad. Are you getting off?”

Five pushed her hands into her hoodie pocket. “One more stop,” she whispered.

“Hey.” Masha grinned. “Not too late to run away.”

Even though they were joking (probably), Five’s stomach clenched.

I could get off and run. Get far, far away, start over.

“No, I’m staying. See you, Masha.”

“Cabin Seven forever. Don’t be a stranger, drop by sometime.”

Masha waved and headed down the steps. There were only a few kids left on the bus, and everyone sat alone. The bus rumbled down the road, finally, finally stopping near Luz’s house.

Full circle, Five.

She got out, grabbing her bag from under the bus.

“Luz!” Camila waved at her from the curb, then swept her up in a hug. “Hey, mija! I’ve missed you so much!”

Luz isn’t back.

For a moment, a worm of worry wiggled through her mind. Was the human okay? Was she stuck in the demon realm?

But then Camila squeezed her even tighter, and Five didn’t care anymore.

“Hi.” Five leaned into Camila, warmth spreading through her chest.

Found my safe people.

Maybe she didn’t know Camila that well—she’d only had the car ride to camp to get to know her. But here, wrapped up in her arms, Five almost felt like nothing could hurt her again. There weren’t any portals, any jailers, any chains. Just she and Camila and the warm sun on her face.

Camila let go. “Ooooo, I’m so glad you’re home, it’s been so quiet.” She picked up the bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Did you make some new friends? Learn anything new? I want to hear all about camp. I mean, I’ve had your letters and your texts, of course, but I want to hear it from you.”

What if Luz never came back? She’d seemed happy enough in the demon realm, and from what Five had gathered over the last few months, she hadn’t exactly fit in here. Maybe she didn’t want to come back. Although how anyone could just ditch Camila was beyond her.

Maybe Five could just stay like this. Could stay Luz. No one had to know. And she could stay in warm hugs, in sunlight, in freedom.

“Luz?” Camila called from ahead of her, “Are you coming, mija?”

Five smiled, chasing after her. “Yeah. I’m coming.” She slipped her free hand into Camila’s. “Let’s go home.”

#toh #the owl house #vee noceda #camila noceda #toh masha #asks #writing requests #toh fanfiction #my writing

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hii again, Anya!!!

I just can't tell how your writings are so amazing and always cheer me up!!

So.. I'll request for the third time!

Can I have a fic (or hc if it's too hard) for Samatoki when his fem!s/o works on the police and wants to catch Samatoki and the rest of the yakuza members.

But instead, they fell in love and started to date, how their relationship would be?

I REALLY LOVE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS AND I THINK THAT'S SO COOL TO WRITE!!

Samatoki with policewoman! s/o

Ahh hii hiii! Ahh I just recently found out you're also a writer and I LOVE your aesthetic so much!!!?? :0 Also.. I really wanted to do a fic yet ended up with hc, and I hope it's okay!! Enjoy!! <3

femreader, teasing, mention of fights, hurt/comfort, some angst??;;

-If you're working in the police then I'm sure you'll meet with Jyuto at least a few times. And he's probably the one who would give you more information about Samatoki.

-Cause reports that he brings to superiors do not contain even half of all things that actually happened. Then why does he decide to tell you more? Well, maybe because your passion in work reminds him of his youth, hopefully ages too. And also he just wants to annoy his teammate a little.

-Jyuto has this sixth sense that there would be something interesting. But neither he nor Samatoki thought how it actually would end up.

-As it seems you decided to hit this case hard, actually using all the info you have now, making new assumptions and even tailing Yakuza members to find more things. For you, it was almost a sacred mission, to destroy this dark side of society, and the fact that the second-in-command guy, Samatoki, in close communication with a policeman, makes him your main target.

-And in the beginning he was absolutely annoyed, as he already had enough business and problems. But at the same time small interest tickles in his chest - Samatoki gets used to the police not really bothering him, and now there was you, stalking him and his people, and acting almost pious with your wishes to purify the world from the Yakuza.

-So he totally would try to see if you actually have guts or not. You're not the only one who can be seeker, after all, and soon Samatoki would catch you right during your other mission, waiting in some dark alley:

"Oh, so that's how my hunter looks?" - his teasing tone makes you turn back just to almost bump into his chest. - "You're cuter up close, and much weaker than in your photos in the dossier.."

"Can say the same about you.." - you mumble with furrowed brows..Just when he has time to get so close?! Yet these jokes and fraternization makes you angrier. - "But without the cute part. Now, when I see you so close, there's no way I wouldn't be able to incarcerate this smug face in just a few weeks."

"You're pretty bold for some cop, don't you think?" - maybe if you were a man, Samatoki would just go straight to the fight, to scare you away. But one of his credos was to never raise a hand on a woman, so he just thought to use some threading words. - "Continue like that and we will see just where it will lead you to.."

"To your grave, that's where." - with an annoyed scoff you get closer, already have a plan of how and where to hit to knock him out as a proper lesson. Yet for Samatoki it was not the first time to have a little brawl with a policeman so he knows pretty well just what submission moves they teach you all to. And for him, repelling your attack was pretty easy.. but no less amusing.

"Oh, what a sharp tongue we have here, huh.." - pinning you to a wall, Samatoki can't help but smirk, kinda enjoying your angry face with knitted brows and such evil eyes. Fire in your glare didn't burn him, but definitely lit up the interest in the pit of his stomach. - "Curses, like chickens, come home to roost.. So you better watch your mouth, dear."

-After such a meeting he definitely would start to look at this situation from another angle. Well, this passion in your eyes tells him that there's no financial benefit in your actions, and you don't plan to use him to get higher in class. Your goal was sincere and despite it being literally about destroying him and his Yakuza family, Samatoki appreciated this hard work.

-But it doesn't mean he wouldn't turn it all into a tease. Oh, for you it's a really serious question? But for him it's just a cat and mouse game and sometimes it's hard to tell where your role is.

-Would prefer to handle this on his own, without involving his people. Cause he knew they would be harsher than he, seeing only a target in front of them. And the same thing about your side, you would definitely be more glad to see your main prey, aren't you? Samatoki is willing to surprise you with his appearance more often then, and it always ends up with some kind of fight with his banter and your angry words.

-"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh? I thought we're more than some Yakuza and a policewoman now.." - he cooed when you led him to a dead end. Or it's him who's bringing you here..?

"Of course there's something more! We're mortal enemies!" - you sigh tiredly and then almost with fright notice that your mouth corners smiled. Did you really start enjoying this mockery?

"So that's how you see our relationship? Glad to know I got so deep in your small pretty heart that you would remember me until death.." - Samatoki can't help but give you another tease, watching how your expression changes to an surpassed, and then to an angry one.

-The way he never ever tries to choose his words more wisely makes your insides tremble, but you start to question yourself. Is it still hate and annoyance or it tickles in some other manner now?

-And around the same time Samatoki started to wonder why he keeps being so playful with you. He definitely never would take this seriously, as he doesn't believe a single person, maybe with a sincere heart but absolutely alone in this corrupted police would be able to depose a whole Yakuza family.. Yet stop paying attention or throw you to his people was not really a way he would like to choose too.. Why does he keep thinking about this situation more and more, if there is definitely zero danger..? Or is it because he thought about you, not the problems you try to cause?

-So, if for you being close to some outlaw was absolutely forbidden, for Samatoki turning this all into some affair wasn't that bad. After all, he already has one cop as his friend, so he definitely doesn't see any problem trying something more.

-Also, he just doesn't want you to end up being as all these cowardly sneaky cops, corrupted by this cruel world. Well, maybe in that case he shouldn't try to win you over and actually make you a corrupted cop, just in another way, but Samatoki feels like near him you would be able to save this fresh passion for longer.

-So slowly, he would add more flirty teases in his casual talk with you. And you probably didn't notice at first, as he even acted so cocky around you.

-In your vision, he clearly tells you that he didn't see either you or your goal as something worthy, and you were sure it's another way to kill some boredom for him. Then why did your heart start beating faster every time he got closer, like you were waiting for a new verbal sparring that titillated you so much? And why do you actually remember every one of his teases for a long time, thinking about why they suddenly start to sound much softer?

-Still, I feel like the one who would push your prickly relationship into another way would be actually Samatoki.

-"Oh, so my birdie is already here, trying to catch me again?" - with a little smirk he gets closer to your sitting on a bench figure. But you just brush him off, annoyed:

"Go away with you and your stupid jokes. I'm not in the mood to listen to your mockery again. Consider yourself lucky today.."

Samatoki furrowed his brows. There's never been such a response from you before, and your surprisingly empty and sad face tells him there's something more than your usual annoyance with his games. He sit closer, smoking, dropping his voice to a more soft and low tone:

"Is there actually a thing that can make you forget about your main goal, when you have such a good opportunity?" - if he would say it in his casual way, you would just consider it as a mother tease, but right now there was genuine worry that made you look up at him.

"Like if I ever would say this to some lowlife! You're a Yakuza, not my partner.." - you mumble, looking away.

"Huh? So all the time you had a partner? I always see you all alone on cases and everything.." - his words struck a right nerve.

Yes, you have. And just why every other cop here don't want to do their job?! When you just started working in the police, you were full of new ideas and hopes, and saw your co-worker as someone cool, as your role model. And you forgave them a lot - the way they loved to skip their jobs sometimes or never really helped you to catch Samatoki.. So finally, you grow tired. You start to feel so alone in this place and the fact that exactly at this time you meet your mortal enemy was both soothing and frustrating. Maybe you can open up to him, if there is no other help? His face right now was so caring and soft, and even if it's just a trap, you're ready to fall.

"Huh. And I wondered why you were doing it all alone, when you're still kinda low in rank.. Jyuto loves to work all by himself around these pigs, so think about it in a positive way - at least you didn't get dirty with their mire." - Samatoki sighs after you tell him the whole problem.

"Don't compare me to him! I'm not some corrupt cop like Jyuto-san, who's friends with you! Don't think I showed you my weakness today!"

"..you call him a corrupt cop yet still address like "san" to him, don't you? That's mean you're still respect him." - he can't help but giggle.

"Well, he's better than others.." - your brows twitch again when your minds get back to your dark thoughts. - "At least better than my partner."

Despite not really loving policemen and people at all, he always feels some kind of pity for such stories. And is it because he feels more sensitive today or your bad mood actually makes him worry more than other people's problems?

"Just leave this jerk. Even if you can't tell your boss or something, that doesn't mean you should shoulder all responsibility for your both.." - Suddenly, Samatoki gets closer and pat your head. - "You would just burn out. And I want to play with you a little bit more."

For a moment your gazes meet, and you turn your head back, not able to control blush on your cheeks.

"You're an idiot! Did you have to ruin everything with your last sentence?!" - even your voice came up weaker than you planned, and the low laugh behind you didn't help to soothe your fast beating heart.

"Sorry, sorry, but it's really what I'm thinking about you!" - his hand touches your shoulder so you would turn to him back. - "Or maybe not? Maybe you're more than a game for me?"

A kiss. Unexpected, for both of you, yet this is what makes it more pleasant and titillating.

"Uh.. Y-you're really an idiot.. You just love to lure cops in your arms, huh?"

"I promise that you'll be my last catch.."

-After that.. Well, you definitely would need some time to rethink your position. But there's no way you would actually just leave Samatoki now, as only now you realize that all this burn he evoked in your soul was a burn of love, not hate.

-For a job, and co-workers around you, it seems like you're still just trying to catch Yakuza and his team. But all of them have no idea that in these dark alleys you both were not fighting but melting in each other arms, kissing and hugging. Well, but you still were fighting, actually! But for dominance and with your tongues in your mouths.

-Well, but if someone actually would find out about your relationship, do you really think they would have enough guts to take advantage of this info? Some policemen already tried to debate Jyuto for his connection with Samatoki, and all they got is a good lesson to not poke their noses into other people's business.

-And with you, his girlfriend, not just a friend, Samatoki would be more protective, not letting any cops even try to embarrass you in front of your superiors. Or this time even worse fate awaits for them.

-But still, even now, when you're in a more intimate relationship, his teases don't fade away, but just take another angle. Because Samatoki still loves to see your furrowed brows and flashing red cheeks, and when you talk back with some light angry tone, it uplifts his mood.

-Maybe you're lovers now, but this tickling burn between you both is not gone, but spice up your relationship now. Because this cat and mouse game is still so alluring and interesting..

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki x reader #samatoki aohitsugi

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Summary: Staying at Rick's boathouse with Eddie, you try to pass the time, get something to eat and talk until you finally get word from the others, who'll be on their way to you with new supplies. Only that Jason and his guys beats them to it. Eddie manages to escape leaving you behind, which is not easy after what you'd seen happen to Patrick. At least the other ones find you again and you manage to track down Eddie, only to end up with him in the Upside Down after everything seems to go wrong.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word count: 7722

Warning/Tags: angst, a bit of fluff & domesticity, canon-divergence (because y/n is part of season 4 now), hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence mentioned, scared and hurt Eddie, fear and panic, call it a fix-it-fic in the end (let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s note: Okay, we're right in the middle of season 4 now, and I think I went a little too much into detail, but couldn't help it. The words just flowed out. So I hope you'll enjoy this part, and if you have any suggestions, stuff I can improve, let me know. 💚

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You were awake just a moment before Eddie, and he was still sleeping peacefully. None of you had woken up during the night, which just went to show how tired both of you had been. When he eventually woke, he wrapped his arm around you a little tighter, not wanting to let go.

“Mornin’,” he rasped against your stomach before he raised his head a little bit. He was caught in the moment, eyes fixed on you, soaking up the smile on your lips that he’d missed all these years. He might have seen it when you’d first stood in front of him again, but then he’d blown the whole thing by getting angry. Angry at you, at himself, angry at the world.Before he’d been able to meet with you again, all of… this had happened.

“You’re real…” he said more to himself than to you, because he had to reassure himself. Therefore, he stopped hugging you close to him, let his fingers run over your sides, your hips, your thighs, back up to your face. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. A sigh of relief left his own lips, but he needed to ask you something. “Please, tell me everything else was a dream!” He knew that it wasn’t, but he still had that last scrap of hope that he’d dreamed about all of it, that it was just some nightmare, that Chrissy was fine.

“I’m sorry Eddie, but I can’t tell you that…” As much as you wanted to, there was no point in lying to him. After all, you were holed up here because they were looking for him. Eddie's head dropped to your stomach again. Gentle fingers found their way into his hair, to the nape of his neck to hopefully calm him with your touches, and it worked. You felt the tension in his body ease, but only for a moment.

When you heard a car door, both of you jumped. You wanted to tell Eddie to hide beneath the blankets again, but he was already up, looking through the window to see who was out there. You’d just been able to crawl out of the boat when the door burst open. Clutching a hand to your heart, back against the wall, you saw the same four people from yesterday, who were holding up bags. You wanted to kiss them as much as you wanted to slap them for being so careless and scaring both you and Eddie.

“Next time, make yourself known before you barge in!” Your heart was still hammering in your chest, while Eddie looked a lot calmer than you. “I was this close to throwing whatever I could get my hands on at you.”

“Were we… interrupting something?” Robin looked from the boat to you, the hint of a smile on her lips, but you shook your head.

“Ne, we just woke up a moment ago. Just didn’t expect you this soon.”

While Eddie finally got some food - because he hadn’t eaten anything ever since he’d run away from his trailer - you sat down to talk to Robin.

“How is he?” she asked quietly, nodding in Eddie’s direction. Your eyes landed on him as well for a moment, but then you focused on Robin again.

“He managed to sleep last night, so that’s good. Apart from that…” You shook your head. No need to say it out loud. All of you knew what had happened, how was he supposed to be feeling?

“And what about you?”

“Well…” You took a deep breath, glanced at Eddie who was stuffing his mouth with cereal. “I’m just glad I’m here, you know? Five years apart because of stupif coincidences, and I choose the worst time to come back into his life. Still…”

“It’s the time when he needs you the most.” Robin took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. You’d thought about it, whether all this might not have happened, if you hadn’t come here, had come sooner, but in the end, you had no way of knowing, and no amount of worrying, thinking about it, would change a thing.

Your attention was drawn towards Dustin when he spoke up. You’d thought so much that they were looking for him, convinced that Eddie had killed Chrissy. It was the easy way out, blame the one everyone called freak, even though it was hardly possible for Eddie to mutilate Chrissy like that. But they needed someone to make responsible for that, and that was Eddie. Soon the whole town would know, if Dustin and the others had already found out about it.

“Hunt the freak, right?” You heard Eddie say, and it broke your heart. You’d never considered him a freak, he just had interests that were different from most people here in Hawkins. In NYC, it was a completely different matter. Yes, there were still those that called people like Eddie freaks or looked at them like they were aliens, but there were more people like him, a bigger group.

When Dustin talked about finding and killing Vecna, you stepped up to Eddie, wanting to give him some support. In theory, Dustin was right, of course, but the reality was that it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like you could snap your fingers and find Vecna dead in front of you.

“That’s all, Dustin… That’s all.” Eddie balled his fists out of frustration, but you were there to take his hands in yours, be a calm presence to him, even though your mind was reeling. The others had been through this before, they’d made it out alive again. Still, all of it sounded absolutely crazy, especially the things about the girl with superpowers, but you trusted them, you believed them, and as it seemed, Eddie did too. The problem was, that you needed a good plan, and fast. Especially when all of a sudden, you heard sirens outside.

Eddie went to hide immediately, but thankfully, they just drove by. All that still left you with a racing heart out of fear. The amount of police cars told you, though, that something must have happened, so the others decided to investigate, leaving you and Eddie behind, because you still didn’t want to leave him alone. Nobody should be alone in a situation like this. You promised to stay in contact via walkie talkie.

—

At one point, you peered out, making sure nobody was there, so that you could sneak into the main house. The others had done a good job with the supplies, but you needed some proper food - or as proper as was possible in your situation. Especially because you weren’t able to get any of the others on the walkie talkie, which only increased your worries. Yes, you’d said that you would try to communicate as little as possible, but no communication at all was freaking you out a bit. Still, you tried to keep as calm as possible, because it was enough that Eddie was freaking out.

“Coast is clear,” you said as you poked your head into the boathouse again, getting Eddie to come along with you. Both of you needed to use the bathroom as well as some food. You looked around and found something you could throw together. It wouldn’t be anything fancy, but it would at least fill your stomachs a little bit, and that was all that mattered right now.

While you were busy on the stove, warming up your meal, Eddie tried to reach Dustin, but there was no response. Up until now, he’d been pacing around, but then he stopped right behind you, wrapped one arm around your middle, and spread his fingers over your stomach.

“They’re really freaking me out. I don’t know what’s going on.” He leaned his forehead against the back of yours, breathing in deeply. His eyes were closed for a moment, when he allowed himself to enjoy being so close to you. He’d done the same last night, blending out everything that had been going on, focusing on you instead, and that had helped him fall asleep. You’d always had that effect on him. In your arms, close to you, that was where he was at home and at peace. The last couple of years had been rough, and the drugs had helped him forget about you, or at least push you aside so that he could lead a happy life without you, but seeing you now, having you in his arms, it was better than any high he could have gotten from his drugs.

“I’m sure they’ll get in touch soon.” You wanted to convince both of you, because you were rather close to running all the way to Dustin to see if they were alright.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Eddie admitted, brushing his nose against the nape of your neck, making you shiver involuntarily.

“So am I,” you admitted breathlessly, feeling something in the air between you shift. Eddie hugged you a little tighter, before he put his hands on your waist to turn you around, so that you were facing him. The spoon with which you’d been cooking was still in your hand, and you held on for dear life as his left hand came up to cup your cheek. You’d been close last night, you’d cuddled for hours in your sleep, but this was still different. The intensity in his eyes was something only reserved for you, but he’d never told you that. Still, you remembered that look.

“Hey, it’s Nancy!” A voice came from the walkie talkie.

“Fucking finally!” you said, breaking the moment between you, because as much as you wanted to see where this was going, as much as you wished to feel his lips on yours after all these years, this was way more important.

“Wheeler! Hey!” While Eddie talked to Nancy, you managed to finish… cooking, if you could call it that. It was a drop in the ocean, but if the others got here with some more food, you’d be able to manage.

Eddie’s eyes were still on you, his mind racing from what had nearly happened, what he’d wanted to happen, even though it probably wasn’t the right time. There was still a lot of catching up left for you two to do. He didn’t even know whether you were in a relationship right now, but judging by the way you’d looked at him, had reacted to him, he really didn’t think that you were. Still: Wrong place, wrong time.

When Eddie asked for a six pack, you had to smile to yourself. Yes, wrong time for that, but then again… you completely understood him there.

“She hung up on me!” The look of disbelief on Eddie’s face nearly made you chuckle, but that was probably not an appropriate situation, but he just looked like a lost puppy.

“They’ll get here as soon as possible,” you reassured him, handed him a plate now that you were finished with cooking. “It’s not a lot, but it will do for now.”

“Thanks, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek, that immediately turned red, and you didn’t even know why. Maybe because he’d called you darling. You didn’t question it, and instead took your own plate and started eating up. You’d certainly need the energy.

After you’d finished, you walked out of the house all by yourself to take a look around again, but there was nobody to be found. You hurried Eddie along because even though you hadn’t seen anyone, you didn’t want to risk being caught. As soon as the police got their hands on him, he’d be locked up, and they’d make sure that he didn’t get out. You just knew it.

Maybe, the wisest idea would have been to take Eddie away from here, pack him in your car and drive away. You could take him to NYC with you, to your apartment until the whole situation had dissolved, but… you couldn’t leave the others alone, and Eddie never would have left with you. So you were stuck here.

Once in the boathouse again, Eddie managed to relax a little bit, and so did you. The others were probably already on their way here, bringing you more supplies, so you just had to lay low.

“Talk to me,” Eddie said out of the blue, but you’d realised it as well. The silence was deafening, and while you were cautious, listening to what was going on outside so that you’d notice once someone arrived here, you could still talk.

“Well, what do you want to know?” You gathered the blankets out of the boat and folded them up, put them aside. Who knew whether you’d need them tonight again?

“Are you happy?” The worry in his voice, in his eyes made you look away from him again. You’d never been really happy without him. Sure, you’d talked yourself into believing you were, but Eddie had always been missing.

“I tried to be happy…” You started, leaning against the wall, as you crossed your arms over your chest, leaving some distance between Eddie and you. “I should be. I got into Juilliard, I have my own apartment, I even make money with music…” Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise, his lips curled up into a smile. You’d done it! You’d really gotten into Juilliard, and he was proud of you.

“They let you make your kind of music, or…?”

“Yeah, that was the most surprising thing. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go, but it was my taste in music that made them ask me to come.” That still blew your mind, and you were more than happy about that opportunity, but you knew that your own music wasn’t as good as it could be because something was missing. Eddie…

“But you’re not happy?” He frowned in confusion. It sounded great! Making money with music even though you were still enrolled?

“Not really…” You wet your lips with your tongue, trying to find the right words. You should have been happy, you had everything, except for the one person who made your life complete, no matter if he’d been your friend or your lover. “You were missing. I tried to be happy without you, but in the end… My songs are not the same without your help.”

That last sentence told Eddie more than everything else you’d just said, because it had been the same for him. He’d been able to push the thought, the memory of you aside, have fun with other girls, but when it came to writing music… Nothing sounded as good as the things you’d written together.

“What about you?” You cut off his train of thought, not really wanting to focus too much on you, on your feelings for him, that had never gone away, and were now back stronger than ever. “They told me about the drugs.”

“Of course they did…” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. It wasn’t like he’d tried to hide that from you, and it wasn’t exactly something he was extremely proud of, but that was his life. “When you left… I wasn’t able to concentrate on school, because we always studied together.”

Yes, you fondly remembered the way Eddie used to touch you when it had been really hard for him to concentrate. A hand on your thigh, your hand in his, or his head in your lap with your fingers in his hair, which had turned out to be the best way to get that stuff into his head. You’d thought that he’d be able to make it without you, but he hadn’t.

“I didn’t want to blame you for that last week, y/n.” Eddie looked back up at you, regret shining in his eyes. “It was all just… a little much.” And he’d missed you so much it hurt. By now, you knew that he’d thought you’d found someone else shortly after you’d left, and it made his reaction a little more understandable for you.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” While you’d been able to prepare yourself for that meeting, seeing him right in front of you, all grown up, had still caught you off-guard.

“With the drugs, I was able to get you off my mind.” Not that he’d ever wanted to forget what you’d had, but he’d had to blend out the pain, the longing for someone who hadn’t been in his life anymore.

“Eddie I…” Your words died on your lips when you heard a car outside. Hoping that it was you delivery service, you snuck up to the window to get a look at who was there, but it wasn’t anyone you knew. They were all dressed in black, probably younger than you.

“Who are they?” you asked Eddie who’d come up next to you.

“Shit!” He wanted to punch a wall, vanish into thin air, but he couldn’t run right now, not with them out there. They’d see him, it was still not dark enough outside. “Jason is… was Chrissy’s boyfriend.”

“Oh no.”

That wasn’t good, not at all. Eddie pretty much dove for the walkie talkie, trying to reach the others.

“Hey, Dustin? It’s me, Eddie… You remember me, right?”

You stayed hidden in the shadows, still looking outside. They were roaming through the house, so you were still safe for now, but it was only a matter of time until they found you. You looked towards Eddie, but he didn’t get an answer from anyone. Meanwhile, you were trying to come up with a plan, though for now, you really had to stay here, hoping that they’d just leave, when they didn’t find anyone.

They took their time looking around the house, so it was already getting dark, when you turned towards Eddie.

“When they come this way, I’ll go talk to them.”

“Like hell!”

“Eddie, listen, it’s the best chance we have. I can distract them so you can get out and into the woods.”

“I’m not leaving you with them. Nu-uh, not gonna happen, princess.”

“Still so stubborn, huh?”

“Just like you.”

“Yeah, and remember who usually won our discussions.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, crossed your arms beneath your breasts. There was no way you’d let him win this argument, not when his life was in danger. The police might want to take him into custody and question him, but these idiots out there wanted this life, you were sure of that.

When you saw them leave the house and head for the boathouse, you cast one last look at Eddie, before you left him. The only problem was, that he couldn’t get out of the boathouse without them seeing him, only if he took the boat out and crossed the lake. You hadn’t really thought about that.

“Who are you?” one of them asked as soon as they saw you.

“I should ask you that! What are you doing in Rick’s house? You have no right to be here.” You didn’t think that they’d attack you, but still, fear pricked at the back of your neck.

“We’re looking for someone. Your turn!” That must have been Jason, the leader of this pack. You were able to detect a hint of sadness in his look, but it was overpowered by rage.

“I’m taking care of Rick’s house while he’s not here.” Eddie had told you that he was serving time right now, so your story sounded plausible.

“Never seen you around.”

“Well, because I don’t live here anymore. I live in New York, but I came here to do him that favour.” You held your ground, crossed your arms again. “And now, I’d like you to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.” Jason pushed you aside to get to the boathouse. You tried to grab hold of his jacket, but missed, and he was so fast that you were only able to follow close behind. Relief washed over you when you saw that the boat was missing, that Eddie had gotten out, but after that, everything turned to shit. Because you weren’t the only one noticing that the boat was amiss.

They walked past you again to get outside, and immediately saw Eddie out on the lake. You tried to think of something to do, but they were so set on getting him, that there was nothing that would distract them at all. You tried to hold them back, but they just pushed you aside again.

“Hey freak!” Jason’s voice echoed through the darkness, getting Eddie’s attention. Your eyes met for a moment, but then Eddie tried to start the engine - which of course didn’t work. At least, he had the oars in the boat that you’d put back in before, so that he could try to get away.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled at the boys, still trying to get them away from the water, but Jason pushed you so hard that you stumbled and fell, hitting your head somewhere. The pain blinded you for a moment, but you tried your best to focus, got up again in a desperate attempt to help Eddie, ignoring your own pain.

Both guys went after him, trying to catch up and when they were nearly there, the other one stopped. Jason talked to him, but he didn’t react. What the hell was going on now?

His body dipped under the water, before it suddenly flew up into the air, levitating a few metres above the water. You stumbled backwards, not really sure what was going on. You couldn’t really see what was happening, because it was too dark, but you heard it. The snapping of bones Eddie had described when he’d talked about Chrissy. These sounds made your stomach churn, your vision blur, and you fell to your knees, not able to stand this situation. This was what Eddie had seen up close, and now it was happening again. The sound of snapping bones would haunt you, you already knew that.

“GO!” You yelled towards Eddie, who was obviously worried about you, but there was no way you'd let him come back. Jason still wanted to take Eddie down, and the police would probably get here soon enough, so he had to leave. Eddie hesitated, but then he swam to the other side of the lake.

—

“Listen, they were trespassing and I just wanted them to get the hell away.” You were seated in front of two policemen, who were both questioning you in Rick’s house

“And you were here because…?” One of them asked, writing something down in his notebook. They already had your name, your address, because there was no reason for you to lie about that.

“I already told you, I’m staying at Rick’s house, keeping everything in check until he gets out. I needed a little break from my family, so that was the perfect arrangement.”

“And what happened on the lake.”

“That guy, Jason I think, was completely out of his mind, shoved me aside…” You showed them the cut on your temple, which hadn’t been taken care of at all so far. “And jumped in the water.” And then you told them what you saw happen to Patrick. It sounded like something out of a movie, but Jason and you were telling the same story.

“Alright… We’ve got everything we need so far. Just stay in town.”

“I’m not planning on leaving town, just heading out to clear my head a little.” Not really because you were looking out for Rick’s house and his belongings, but because of Eddie and everything else that was going on.

Outside, you were greeted by onlookers and media vans. Shit… You really didn’t need any of them to see you, so you tried your best to sneak past them only to bump into someone, who was apparently trying to sneak in.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to walk past them, but strong hands grabbed your upper arms to make you look up.

“Thank God, you’re okay!”

“Steve?” Relief washed over you and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, holding on tight. It was so good to see him, to see the others, because over his shoulder, you could see Max, Robin and Dustin - and two others. Tears welled up in your eyes and you closed them tight.

“Come one, we’ll get you away from here.” He was sure that Eddie was nowhere here or he’d be glued to your side, so Steve wrapped one arm around you to guide you back to the car - your car.

Once you were on your way, the tears subsided, and you filled them in on what had happened the night before. You were still shaken up by the whole ordeal, and Robin took your hand to show you support. You weren’t alone in this one, you were here with them, but Eddie was God knew where all by himself.

They told you what they’d found out as well - and what was happening with Max. This was all so unbelievable, but you’d seen it with your own eyes, and now you had found a way to keep Vecna at bay when it came to Max at least. Everything else… was still to be found out. It sounded so easy, find a portal and kick Vecna’s ass, but it wasn’t easy at all, that much was clear.

You weren’t even far from the house, when you heard Eddie’s voice over the walkie talkie. Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing him, because that meant that he was safe, that he was somewhere where he could reach out to you. Everyone was silent, Nancy parked at the side of the road, because you needed to find out where Eddie was first, before you could do anything.

“I’m pretty goddamn far from okay,” you heard him say, your heart dropping immediately. You knew that he wouldn’t be fine, but the tone of his voice, the desperation made you nearly lose it. He’d been through enough as a kid, and now this. At least now you knew where he was so that you could get going.

“How is y/n?” he asked, making Dustin look up at you, handing you the walkie talkie.

“I’m here.” Your voice cracked, you couldn’t help it, tears nearly welling up again, but you got a grip, focused on his voice instead. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” Well, you were pretty goddamn far from okay as well, but you didn’t want him to worry about you. It was bad enough as it was.

“It’s good to hear your voice…”

“Yours as well… Hold tight, Eds, we’re on our way.”

“Okay…” he hesitated for a moment, still holding the button to speak, but then he dropped it, not getting the words out.

It took you some time to get to Skull Rock, especially because Dustin always insisted that you were going in the wrong direction, because his compass pointed you in a different one than Steve was going. Then again Steve said that he knew the way by heart, and in the end: he was right, and you found yourself at Skull Rock. You hadn’t been able to pay attention to the conversations happening around you, because your mind was preoccupied, but once you were there, you looked around trying to find Eddie.

“You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.” Steve looked down at Dustin, satisfied with himself, until Eddie jumped down in front of them.

“I concur. You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Your heart felt with relief once you saw him, and you couldn’t hold back your feelings. You pretty much flung yourself into his arms, holding on tight immediately. His arms wrapped around you, and you heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

“You’re alright,” he whispered into your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling you, because for a moment he’d thought he’d never see or hold you again. The others gave you a moment, before Dustin went in for a hug as well. You had to smile, because it was so obvious how much Dustin adored Eddie - and Steve as well, both of them some kind of big brother figure for him.

While you’d told them what you’d witnessed, it was now Eddie’s turn to tell them. Not that there was a lot they hadn’t already heard, but his insight mattered as well.

“So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran.” The chuckle that followed his words was bitter.

“You had no other choice. And I sent you away, alright?” He shouldn’t feel guilty about that, because he couldn’t have protected you from anything or anyone, and it had been safer this way. At least he’d gotten out of there.

Nancy figured out that the time Patrick was killed was the time they had their kind of run-in with Vecna. Now you knew how he attacked, where he attacked from, but there was still the problem with getting into the Upside Down to be able to face Vecna. Killing him with a bullet, chopping his head off, all good ideas, but therefore you’d have to be right in front of him.

Dustin suddenly yelled: “Boom!” You damn near jumped, because his voice echoed through the forest. “Bada… bada… boom! I was right! Skull Rock was North!”

“Do you really want to discuss this? Right now?” You shook your head at him, because they were more important things to talk about in your opinion, but when he talked to Lucas about the compass, aber the electromagnetic fields, his reaction, his words made a lot more sense. They’d found a portal like this before, so that meant that there was another gate close by. A good thing, right? The needle pointed in the direction of the gate, so Dustin started walking that way.

“Where are you going?” Steve intervened, telling Dustin once again that Eddie was still a wanted man, that they couldn’t just go for a hike in the woods like this.

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin’s attention was on Eddie now, waiting for a response. You knew that it was the only chance you had at saving both Max and Eddie, but it wasn’t your call to make.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But uh, the Shire… The Shire is burning.” Eddie got up from where he was squatting down. “So Mordor it is.”

You never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this, where Mordor was the path you’d choose, but right now, you didn’t have another choice, and you’d rather walk with Eddie into Mordor than stay behind and see the Shire burning to the ground.

“What is Mordor?” you heard Steve ask, which really made you smile to yourself.

“Looks like I’ll have to lend you a book once we’re done here, so you can find out,” you said with a chuckle, before you walked past him to get to Eddie. It was better if Steve found out once all of this was over instead of right now.

You followed Dustin for a good while, not really knowing where you were, but at one point, you reached Lover’s Lake again. Dustin nearly stepped into the water, but Eddie grabbed him to pull him back.

The dark lake stretched out in front of you, and you felt a wave of nausea hit you. The memories from last night were still too vivid in your head, and you needed a moment to collect yourself. Eddie’s hand on your elbow made you nearly jump.

“It’s alright, it’s just me,” he said with a soft smile, letting his hand drop from your elbow to your waist to pull you close for a moment. His lips met your temple, close to where you’d been hurt the night before. “I’ve got you, alright?”

You slowly nodded, before you took his hand, walked up to the others with him again. With Eddie by your side, you felt a lot more at ease, you felt safe.

They had experience with these kinds of things - not that you were envious of them for living through something so gruesome - so they were pretty sure that there had to be a gate in Lover’s Lake, but there was only one way to find out. Eddie pointed out the boat he’d hidden not far away from here.

The only question was who would go on the lake and who’d stay behind, because there was no way all of you would fit in the boat, let alone stay above water. While you were pretty much glued to Eddie, not letting go of his hand, you were one of the first people in the boat. The end of the story was that only Dustin, Max and Lucas stayed behind, because they had to watch out for Max. Maybe, one of you should have stayed behind as well, but you weren’t thinking straight right now. If you weren’t holding Eddie’s hand, you’d be biting your nails right now.

Eyes on the compass, you commandeered the boat across the water until Dustin’s compass went absolutely nuts. Dustin confirmed that you must be really close to the gate.

“What are you doing?” Nancy’s eyes landed on Steve as he took off his shoes and socks.

“Somebody’s gotta go down there and check this thing out.”

“Oh hell no!” You looked at him as if the compass wasn’t the only thing going nuts right now. Was he serious? Apparently he was, and you had to admit that he was right, that this was the only way to find out. Still, you had a bad feeling about this. Steve was right, he was the one with the most experience, and none of you were eager to go down there and check it out.

Eddie wrapped the flashlight in a plastic bag and handed it to Steve. It was already dark here, so it would be pitch black once he was under water. The four of you still had at least a little light from the moon.

With a heavy heart, you watched Steve jump into the water, and then you waited, keeping an eye on the clock. Seconds felt like hours right now, and he didn’t come back up. When he finally did, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s down there,” he said, told you that it was pretty big. You’d found your gate into the Upside Down, to Vecna, now you just had to come up with a good plan to defeat him. All these thoughts were wiped from your head, when Steve was suddenly pulled under water again. What the hell was going on?

While Nancy got up, Eddie tried to stop her, asking her if she really wanted to go in there. She only told them to wait there and jumped in after Steve. You felt your heart plummet, shaking your head, hoping that this was not really happening… but it did. And it wasn’t only Nancy, because Robin sat on the edge of the boat as well.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, the fear in his voice all to present. “She said wait!”

“Yeah, I heard her.” And Robin was gone as well. None of them came back up, though, Neither Steve, nor Nancy or Robin.

“Goddamn it! Son of a bitch!” Eddie yelled for all the world to hear. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

There was no way you’d leave them here alone. Not a chance. And while Eddie was freaking out, you got up as well. After what you’d experienced last night, you were scared of this lake, but there were three people down there, who wanted to do everything to save Eddie and Max, and you weren’t gonna let them die down there.

“What are you…” Eddie tried to ask, but when you held out your hand for him, he took it.

“Together, alright?”

One look in your eyes and Eddie nodded. Without wasting another moment, the two of you jumped in after the others, at first not really sure where you were going, but then you saw it. The red glow at the bottom of the lake drew you in, and you knew that this was where you needed to go. With Eddie’s hand still in yours, because you needed the contact to make it through this, you swam towards the gate and pretty much tumbled out on the other side.

Before you’d even had a chance to look around, you heard Steve’s screams. It was dark and terrifying, but you had to find Steve. Nancy led the way, and what you saw when you got to him nearly made you run in the other direction, but you stayed, reached for one of the oars that was lying around, and tried to get these bats away from Steve. It was pure madness, unlike anything you’d ever seen or experienced, and you weren’t exactly keen on repeating anything like that, but you were here now. While Nancy and Robin tried to get the bat that was strangling Steve off his neck, Eddie and you tried to fend the others off. It was a bit like baseball but with bigger targets that moved everywhere.

It was a complete medd, Nancy got attacked as well, but somehow… by some miracle you managed to kill two of them, scare the others away. Your heart was racing from the adrenaline and while Nancy looked after Steve, you looked towards Eddie.

“Jesus H. Christ!” he yelled, throwing the oar to the ground. It was too much, not only for you, but for him as well, and you really didn’t know how the other three were managing. Steve at least looked like absolute shit. You had no idea how he was still standing. The bats had bitten whole chunks out of him, the ligature marks around his neck all too visible, and he was spitting out blood.

You should get back as soon as possible, meet with the others and definitely get Steve patched up, but when you turned towards the gate, the fucking bats came back - and they were standing guard around the gate so that you couldn’t go back home. It would have worked, if it had only been the ones around the gate, but there was a while swarm of bats coming your way.

“The woods!”Nancy said right before she started running. Well, you didn’t really have a choice, did you? So you ran after her, grabbing Eddie’s hand along the way to pull him along. You had no idea, how far you’d been running, but you made it to Skull Rock, hid beneath it to maybe come up with a plan. The bats were flying over the trees in one direction until you didn’t hear or see any of them anymore.

But Steve was still not in a really stable condition, at least in your opinion. He needed medical attention, but he wouldn’t get that here, so Nancy did the best she could, tore some fabric from her shirt and wrapped it around Steve to put pressure on the wounds and hopefully stop the bleeding.

“You stay here,” Eddie said, raising your hand to his lips to brush a kiss across your knuckles, before he let go of it and climbed up on the rock. You couldn’t even protest, he was too fast for you.

“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” he called out once he’d taken a look around. It was so dark, the sky lit up in red, all of it just terrifying.

Nancy told him that his assumption was right, which didn’t really manage to calm you down, quite the opposite. What they said about the vines, all of it being a hive mind as well. You took a deep breath, trying to focus on what was happening right now, what needed to be done and how you would be able to find a way home.

Robin had a good point, and that got your attention. If everything was still here, you could definitely get guns from the police, maybe not grenades, but at least something to protect yourselves with. The police station wasn’t your destination, though, because Nancy had guns and her house was closer. A big surprise for you, but you weren’t one to question that. After what you’d seen in the last twenty-four hours, you already understood why she had them.

After Eddie had given Steve his vest with the words for your modesty, dude, you were shaking up by what seemed like an earthquake, loud noises in the distance, screeches that chilled you to the bone. You clung onto Eddie, while you were lying on the floor until the shaking stopped. Yes, it was definitely time to get on your way.

You led the way with Robin and Nancy, trying to clear your head a little bit, while Eddie walked with Steve. They had a bit to talk, because Steve wanted to thank Eddie for what he’d done earlier, and because Eddie had to tell him that he hadn’t believed Steve Harrington to be a good guy, and yes he’d even gotten a little jealous because Dustin had talked about him all the time. In addition, the way Steve had handled the bats had been quite impressive.

Eddie wouldn’t have jumped in the lake if it hadn’t been for Nancy and Robin - and you of course. He didn’t consider himself brave at all, but the three of you had been an inspiration in a way. Especially Nancy, and so Eddie told Steve what he’d observed, gave him a little nudge.

“What about you and y/n?” Steve asked, trying to deflect the attention from himself. “What’s your story?”

“Oh boy,” Eddie started, taking a deep breath. His eyes were on you, looking out for you, but he answered Harrington, because maybe, it was good to talk about it, even though he didn’t know what you were right now. “We were neighbours… ten years ago. And my parents weren’t exactly… the caring kind, you know?” He glanced at Steve, before he diverted his attention to you again. “Y/N found me outside in the rain and took me home with her. I mean, we’d talked before, but that was the day our friendship really started. She became my best friend, her Mum got CPS involved and I moved in with my uncle.”

Steve followed his words, and while he’d known that Eddie lived with his uncle, he hadn’t known the reasons for that until now. He’d assumed that Eddie had maybe lost his parents, but being taken away from them because they hadn’t cared about him was actually worse. Not that Steve couldn’t relate, because the relationship with his parents wasn’t the best either, but he still lived with them. Not for very much longer hopefully.

“We were best friends for five years and then I finally had the courage to ask her out on a real date… Was real romat´ntic and shit.” The memory still made Eddie smile. He could still see the way your whole face had lit up upon seeing the garden decked out in fairy lights because you loved them so much. He wondered if that was still the case. “Only problem was that her family moved to NYC shortly after that.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah…” Eddie nodded, smiling to himself because of Steve’s reaction. “We made a promise to each other. We were too young to get married, so we said that we’d do that one day.” Eddie held up his hand, pointing at the ring. “I even got us rings. Pretty silly maybe, but… I never wanted to lose her.” Steve nodded, showing Eddie that he was listening. Yes, he had questions, but he didn’t want to stop Eddie from telling your story. “After she moved, the contact stopped. We only found out now that she left me a letter with her new address, which I never got.”

“And yet, you’re still wearing the ring.” Steve’s observation made Eddie chuckle. Yeah, Harrington had picked up on that immediately, of course he had. “What about y/n?”

“Still wearing hers…” Just thinking about it warmed Eddie’s heart, because it meant something, right?

“That definitely means something.” Steve played right into Eddie’s thoughts with his words. “And she came back here to see you.” That’s what Dustin had told him at least, so he assumed it to be right. “It’s pretty obvious that she still has feelings for you, man.”

“You think?” That got Eddie’s attention, because he got his hopes up. No matter what, he wanted you in his life again, because he’d missed you as a person first and foremost, but calling you his… Yeah, that would be perfection.

“Yeah… The relief on her face when she heard your voice on the walkie talkie? She was so worried about you, Munson, she nearly broke down when she knew that you were okay.” Steve smiled at Eddie, giving his shoulder a little shove. “And the way she looks at you all the time.. You realise she's pretty much clung to you ever since you reunited, right?” Eddie nodded at his words. Up until now, you’d been holding hands or whatever else to not lose the other one. “So, what about you?”

“Me?” Eddie asked, casting a quick glance at Steve, when the ground beneath all of you started to shake again. He kept his balance, but it wasn’t easy. Once the shaking ceased again, he looked back at Steve. “Never stopped loving her.” Even after he’d seen you with that other guy, his heart had still been beating for you.

They guys caught up with you, but before they were in hearing distance, Steve pulled Eddie towards himself again. “Then you should let her know.”

Easier said than done, but he was planning on it. Once this whole shitshow was over, he’d tell you.

You had no idea how far you’d walked or what kind of way you’d taken, and you would never find the way back to the gate, but you were here: The Wheeler house.

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