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strawbxrryhwa · 1 year

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"I like you." - park seonghwa.

pairing - park seonghwa x fembodied!reader

genre/warnings - smut! mdni. toxic!seonghwa, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex (pls don’t), slight choking (he literally only loosely wraps his hand around readers throat), let me know if i missed anything!

word count - 4.5k

authors note - hii everyone! this is officially my first post on here, so i’m most definitely super nervous.. but i hope you enjoy!!

A knock could be heard echoing through Seonghwas house; bouncing across the walls. Outside of the door you stood, anxiously waiting, nerves running through your body. You fiddled with the strap on your bag, trying to distract your mind and keep your thoughts collected.

Seonghwa had invited you to another one of those horrible parties he kept attending; or more accurately threatend you to go. Parties weren’t really your thing. It wasn’t like you didn’t like them, you enjoyed parties. You just didn’t enjoy seeing Seonghwa make out with every other girl there. You would have rather stayed at home; reading books in the comfort of your bed. Not getting your heart broken while you're out to have a good time.

Seonghwa was known to be a bit of a fuckboy. Sleeping around with whoever he could seduce; and sadly, you had fallen for his charm. You had been friends with him for as long as you could remember. Both his and your mom had been childhood friends, so it just kind of happened that you both ended up as friends. Your crush on him had developed pretty early on. But you were scared to ruin the friendship you had; so you just kept quiet.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door flying open in front of you. You looked up to see Seonghwa greeting you with a smile, stepping to the side and motioning for you to come inside. You smiled stepping inside, letting your bag slip down to the floor. Seonghwa closed the door behind you as you bent down to untie your shoes; not noticing the way Seonghwa lingered by the door, eyes stuck on you.

You put your shoes away on the shoe rack to not anger the clean freak; grabbing your bag and standing back up, turning to him with a smile. “I thought you’d be late,” Seonghwa taunted with a cheeky grin, moving away from the door to walk towards his bedroom. You rolled your eyes at him, even though he had his back turned to you.

“I’m not always late,” You said, annoyance dripping in your words. Sure, you had a small habit of being late sometimes. But it definitely wasn’t as bad as Seonghwa made it out to be. “Yeah, sure.” He scoffed.

Walking into his room was just the same as always. His bed perfectly made, not a speck of dust in sight and the pleasant mild scent of lavender filling your nose. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the familiar scent. A small smile spread over your lips.

You shot a glance at his bed, smile dropping, before looking over at his desk, already knowing where you’d choose to sit. You sat down, your bag once again hitting the floor. You let out an overdramatic annoyed sigh while slumping back in the chair, glancing over at Seonghwa to see his reaction. He looked over at you, eyebrows raised with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning back around to his closet; going back to his search for an outfit. “Do we really have to go?” You groaned while throwing your head back. Seonghwa felt himself twitch. He turned back to look at you, thousands of sinful images running through his head seeing you in the position you were in.

“Come on, don’t be such a bore,” He walked over to you, his head hovering over yours. You looked up at him rolling your eyes, moving back up so you were sitting normally. Seonghwa spun the chair in his direction; his hands resting on the armrests. He leaned over you slightly, eyes staring into yours. “You’d just stay at home reading one of those boring books of yours.” He said, a small smirk spread across his lips. You felt your cheeks go hot. You crossed your arms and quickly turned away from him.

“I would’ve preferred that actually.”

Seonghwa chuckled before pushing himself off the chair. Your head snapped back to him, watching him walk back to his wardrobe; your eyes scanning his body.

You broke your eyes away from him, looking around his room; eyes shooting towards his bed. Your head began swarming. Seonghwa had told you about the multiple times he’s had girls over. It was painful to listen to; but you were so close, so it wasn’t weird. Right? He was your best friend, telling you those things in details couldnt be weird, right? “You know what,” You began as you stood up, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “I’ll sleep in the guestroom tonight.”

“Why? We always share a bed,” Seonghwa answered, currently buttoning up the shirt he had decided to wear. “There is no way you’re sleeping in the guestroom.” He continued, head turning to look at you as you moved closer to the door of his bedroom. You shrugged. “I’d rather get settled in there right away, rather than being kicked out when you bring a girl home.” You joked, hand grabbing the handle of the door.

He raised an eyebrow, tucking the front of his shirt into his pants before walking towards you. “I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid,” He reached for your bag and took it from you, his other hand reaching for yours. He dragged you towards his bed, letting your bag fall to the floor before sitting you down. “You’re sleeping in here with me, that’s final.”

Your heart skipped a beat, air trapped in your lungs as you looked up towards Seonghwa towering over you. You swallowed before gathering enough courage to speak. “Yeah, whatever.” Was all you managed to mumble out, face turning away from him.

“Good girl.”

He smiled, petting your head before turning away from you; getting back to finish getting ready.

The cab ride there felt like torture. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out your throat. Your nerves almost completely taking over. You were fiddling with your hands in your lap, staring out the window; when you felt a hand on your bare thigh. You looked down and followed the hand up to see Seonghwa looking back at you.

“You good?” He asked, voice dripping in concern. You smiled and nodded, doing your best to cover it up. He slowly nodded, keeping his eyes on you. You turned back to look out the window; praying the car ride would be over soon. Hyper-aware of his hand on your thigh. You shifted in your seat, nerves growing the longer his hand was kept on your thigh. Seonghwa smirked seeing you shift under his touch: his pointer finger slowly started moving in a circular motion, smirk growing bigger as he saw you shiver.

He had always enjoyed teasing you. Knowing full well the control he had over you. It was like he knew you liked him, but wouldn’t dare do anything about it.

You kept your gaze glued to the window, head foggy as you felt his hand move the slightest bit further up your leg. But before he could do anything else the cab driver announced your arrival.

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt Seonghwas hand leave your thigh. You both got out of the car and Seonghwa walked up to you throwing his arm over your shoulders.

“Let’s go!”

Hearing the loud music booming out of the house made you cringe. Regret flowing through you like crazy; and stepping inside the house only made it worse. The music already making your head ache. You both wandered further into the house; finding your way to the livingroom to find the rest of your friends. You noticed Mingi fairly quickly, nudging Seonghwa to point in their direction.

When getting closer to the rest of the guys you shrugged off Seonghwas arm from your shoulders; wrapping your arms around Mingi in a hug, greeting him. You broke free from him and turned to greet the rest of the boys; your nerves slowly disappearing.

Time seemed like it just flew by as you all sat together. All your worries had completely weared off; and for once you were actually having a lot of fun at a party like this. You were currently laughing like crazy over a horrible joke Mingi had thrown out, your hand found its way to his arm; playfully slapping it. Seonghwa took notice and couldn’t help but glare at the interaction; before his eyes scanned the room.

His eyes landed upon a girl dancing in the middle of the room, a small smirk spreading across his face. He stood up, excusing himself from the group before making his way over with two things in mind; sex and revenge. Seeing what direction he was going in made it click, you knew exactly what he was about to do. I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid. Yeah, right. Your mood immediately switched, feeling like you just shrunk in size; wishing you could just vanish into the couch you were sitting on.

Mingi quickly noticed the shift in your body language, eyes following the direction you were looking only to see Seonghwa make out with some girl in the middle of the room. Mingi felt his jaw clench; if only looks could kill. Mingi knew about your crush, being the only person you had opened up to about it. He had kind of picked up on it by himself and eventually asked you about it, his suspicions getting confirmed. He had been there for you whenever it got too overwhelming, being the second closest person to you after Seonghwa.

Mingi teared his eyes away from his friend, looking back at you; face softening. “You wanna go outside for a bit?” He yelled over the music, nudging you. Your eyes shot up to him, answering with a nod. You both got up and Mingi grabbed hold of your hand, leading you outside. Seonghwa noticed, lips breaking away from the girl in front of him to watch you leave.

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped outside the door; the cool air hitting your skin. You both headed over to a nearby bench and sat down. You sighed, head dropping down as you let out a laugh. Mingis head turned to look at you, eyebrows raised in confusion and shock at the sudden action.

“It’s ridiculous,” You began, throwing your head back and looking up at the star-filled sky. “It’s been years at this point.” You trailed off; not being too sure where you wanted to go with what you were saying. Mingi kept quiet and wrapped you into a hug, resting your head on his chest. You both sat like that for a while; you couldn’t even cry. How could you even? It had been going on for years; but still you just couldn’t seem to get rid of the feelings you had; and it was not like Seonghwa made it any easier for you.

Mingi gently patted your head with his hand, the other one gently rubbing up and down your back. You sighed, eyes tightly closing before breaking free from his grasp. You opened your eyes again and gave him a small smile.

“I think I’ll just go home early.” You sighed, looking back towards the house. “Could you tell the others I just got too tired or something?” You asked, looking back at him.

“You sure?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Mingi knew you too well, he didn’t want to let you go; knowing you’d overthink and that you shouldn’t be left alone. But he couldn’t really stop you either.

“I’m sure,” You started. You stood back up, looking down at the man in front of you. “I want to get back home before him, so I can sneak into the guestroom.” You tried to joke, a dry laugh leaving your throat. Mingi didn’t really find your horrible joke funny, but still chuckled as he stood up.

“I’ll call you a cab.” He said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Shooting a smile your way.

A pleasant sigh escaped your lips as you snuggled down into the bed in the guestroom. You had managed to remove your makeup and change into your pajamas, which ironically happened to be one of Seonghwas shirts.

I won’t bring home a girl if you’re here, stupid.

His words kept repeating in your head, almost taunting you. Why did you agree? You had always declined Seonghwas invitation to parties, no matter how much he tried or begged you always declined; so why didn't you do it this time? Why? What was so different?

More questions swarmed your head as you felt tears well up in your eyes, allowing them to fall. All you wanted was to turn back time, to go back and decline his invitation. Maybe even travel back further in time to slap yourself for allowing this crush to appear in the first place.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of the front door opening; making you freeze, holding your breath as you heard the house fill up with laughter.

Seonghwa and the same girl he met from the party stumbled into the house. Seonghwas hands explored the girl's body, lips kissing down her neck. Moanes escaped the girls throat, her hands finding their way into Seonghwas hair, slightly pulling on it. He groaned from the feeling, leading her further into the house as they kept their hands on each other.

You could hear it all, as well as their footsteps going further into the house. You turned your back towards the door, tightly closing your eyes praying for sleep to just take over so you could escape the sounds. You heard them pass Seonghwas room, confusion filling you. Their footsteps were getting closer to your door; and suddenly it swung open. All the noise abruptly stopped.

The silence was killing you, it felt like they stood there for an eternity before you could hear them move away from the door. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, letting your body relax. But it didn’t last for long; you could already hear the moans coming from his room. His groans making your face heat up. But tears yet again spilling from your eyes as you realized what he was actually doing. It didn’t take too long for you to fall asleep though, the party, tears and just everything had you completely exhausted.

Waking up was the last thing you wanted to do, you didn’t even bother opening your eyes before trying to fall back into sleep. Feeling heavy you let out a groan as you tried to shift in bed, only to realize you had a pair of arms wrapped around you.

You froze from the realization, opening your eyes only to be met by Seonghwas bare chest. Your breath got caught in your throat from the shock, mind going blank as you laid there. You tried to carefully turn your body to the other side to get out of his grip and leave; but you only made it to your back before you felt yourself getting pulled closer to Seonghwa.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, his voice raspy from just waking up making your stomach flip. All you managed to let out was a quiet ‘hm’ as a response, once again moving to get out of his grip. He groaned from your action, once again pulling you closer; if that was even possible. Your head was pushed up against his chest again and you held in a breath.

“What are you doing?” He started, slightly lifting his head to look down at your face that laid pressed against him. “Just go back to sleep.” He finished, head falling back into his pillow, slightly squeezing you. You sighed. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, being wide awake. What is he doing in here? You moved your head to look around the room, only for the realization to hit that you were in fact not in the guestroom.

You pushed away from him, finally escaping his hold on you. You rolled over to get out of bed but felt his hands sneak around your waist yet again. He pulled you back up against him, his head snuggling into your neck.

“Let go, Seonghwa.” He felt his body freeze, knowing you were mad at him. You never addressed him by his full name, just only whenever you were genuinely pissed at him. A small smirk spread across his lips as he let himself relax, pushing his head closer into your neck, giving it a small peck just to tease you. His smirk only grew bigger as he felt your body go stiff.

“I changed the sheets already.”

His statement caught you off guard. So what? As if that was enough to actually make you want to stay in bed with him.

You both laid there quietly for a while. Thoughts running through your mind; but they quickly got interrupted as you felt Seonghwas lips press against your neck once again. One of his hands slowly caressing the side of your body. Shivers ran through your body from his touch, you felt your body heat up; thighs pressing together.

He shifted behind you, his hand slowly moving closer to your boobs. He nibbled on your ear as you felt his hand pinch your nipple through your shirt. You squirmed in his arms, back slightly arching and your ass pressed up against him; feeling the bulge growing in his pants. You let out a whimper as you felt him kiss down the side of your neck, slightly nibbling and sucking on the skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” He mumbled into your skin, groaning as he felt you brush up against him. Suddenly he was hovering over you, eyes staring into yours. You held in a moan as you felt him press himself against you, your back arching from the contact. “I want to hear you, baby.” He groaned, grinding against you. His lips found their way back to the side of your neck, harshly sucking and biting on the skin; painting it with hickeys. His hands traveled over your body as whimpers kept escaping your lips; low groans leaving him, vibrating against your skin.

One of his hands traveled down your body, pressing against your core. You gasped loudly, eyes shooting open to be met by Seonghwas. “You’re so wet for me, baby” His fingers slowly drawing circles on your clit over your panties. “Such a good girl” He cooed, his other hand caressing your cheek. His words made your mind go blank. Was this actually happening right now?

His lips smashed against yours, desperate to taste you. You kissed him back, your hands sneaking into his hair; slightly pulling on it. He groaned into your mouth from the action, feeling like he was about to snap any second. He nibbled on your bottom lip, tongue immediately going in to explore your mouth once you opened it for him.

He broke away from the kiss as his hand left your dripping pussy. You whined, bucking your hips; missing his touch already. He chuckled, looking down at your face filled with desperation to be touched. His hand moved up to your face, holding his fingers out to you.

“Open up, baby,” He said, a small smile on his face. You hesitated, staring up into his eyes. “Come on, be a good girl for me.” You slowly opened your mouth, allowing him to stick his fingers inside. Your mouth closed around his fingers, your tongue dancing around them. You moaned against them as you tasted yourself.

He groaned from the sight, feeling himself grow harder by the second. “There we go, baby.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth before moving to sit up. His hands traveling up and down your thighs.

Seonghwa felt like he was on fire, seeing you like this on his bed had him feeling like he was going insane. He had waited for so long, sleeping with a bunch of girls wishing it would’ve just always been you. But now you laid in front of him, desperate to feel his touch.

“Hwa…” You managed to whimper out his name. Waiting for him to do anything, rather than just stare at you. Something in him snapped, hearing you whimper out his name had his head spinning. Without a second thought he ripped your panties off, throwing them to the side. His lips found their way back to yours, his fingers going back to pussy. You gasped from the sudden action, your back arching from the feeling.

“I’ll make you feel so good baby,” He said, lips moving down your throat. His lips left your body for a split second as he threw your shirt off, throwing it in the same direction as your panties.

His mouth found its way to your boobs, putting one of them in your mouth, sucking and biting on your nipple as his hand gave attention to your other one; pinching and squeezing on it. His other hand found its way back to your pussy, pushing two of his fingers inside without warning. You were a moaning mess underneath him, your hands once again tangling into his hair; tugging and pulling.

You couldn’t think straight, your back arched and your body kept squirming. The feeling was overwhelming, you felt his fingers stretch you out; curling inside of you. The way he was touching you, as if he knew exactly what to do to make you go dumb. It was as if he knew your body like the back of his hand.

He pushed a third finger inside, tears welling up in your eyes. You let out a sob as the pleasure became almost overwhelming. The tears fell from your eyes; and you felt your legs begin to shake as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

Seonghwa lifted his head away from your chest, but his fingers never dared to stop. “Are you feeling good, baby?” He asked, his other hand moving to caress your cheek. You nodded your head yes; unable to form a proper sentence. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Use your words, baby.” He stopped completely, his fingers slipping out of you.

“Y-yes…” You managed to breathe out, wanting for him to touch you again. “There you go,” His fingers slowly pushing into you again. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He continued, his free hand running through your hair. His lips moving to the side of your neck again, planting soft kisses over the hickeys he left.

“Let me hear you baby,” He said in between kisses while making sure he was stretching you out enough. “Say my name.”

“Seonghwa.” You whined; and that was enough to make him lose it. The groan he let out was enough to almost push you over the edge. His fingers slid out of you, moving to push down his pants enough to let his cock out. Without a second thought he pushed into you, shocking you enough for a scream to escape your throat.

He stopped moving as soon as he was fully inside of you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Tears streamed down your face from the sudden shock and the amount of pleasure you were feeling; small sobs continuing to escape your throat. Seonghwa whispered sweet nothings into your ear, doing his best to stop himself from just fucking you dumb there and then. Your arms wrapped around his neck, slowly getting used to him inside you.

“You good, baby?” You managed to let out a small ‘yes’, making sure you actually used your words this time. You felt him nod in your neck. He planted sweet kisses over your shoulder as he slowly started moving.

It didn’t take long for him to slowly speed up his pace, lips trailing back up to the side of your neck; once again sucking and biting on the already sensitive skin. One of his hands moved to loosely wrap around your throat.

The pleasure had you feeling like you were about to slip away, you were a whining mess under him; your eyes rolling back. The sounds escaping Seonghwas mouth had your head spinning, turning you on even more.

Seonghwa was loosing it completely. The feeling of you clenching around him almost made him go insane; the pretty sounds leaving you only adding to it. His lips left your neck to meet yours, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

You could feel yourself getting close, legs shaking as broken moans left you. Seonghwa wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing even deeper and faster into you.

“Seonghwa… I’m…” Was all you managed to get out between kisses. “It’s alright, baby.” He reassured, knowing he was reaching his high as well.

You let out a loud moan as your orgasm washed through you, Seonghwas thrusts getting sloppier; loosing its rhythm. He kept thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high before pulling out; spilling his seed out onto your stomach. He planted one last sweet kiss onto your lips before getting off you.

He got off the bed, pulling his pants back up before leaving the room. You stayed still on the bed, your legs still slightly shaking; mind blank. What just happened?

Before you knew it Seonghwa was back, gently wiping you clean with a warm wet towel. Once he finished he picked you up without a word, moving you into the bathroom; gently helping you into his bathtub. You melted in the hot water, body relaxing. Your eyes closed, a pleasant sigh leaving your lips.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Your eyes opened back up, looking over at Seonghwa. His face was soft, a small smile spread across his lips as he stared down at you from the side of the tub. You nodded, one of your hands reaching for him. “Join me.” You let out, slightly embarrassed; even after everything you just did.

Without another word he got undressed. You moved so he could sit down behind you, leaning back against him. You both sat there quietly for a while, just enjoying the warmth of the water. Seonghwa had his arms wrapped around your waist, with a smile stuck on his face.

Seonghwa helped you wash up before helping you back into bed; making sure to change his sheets before doing so. You were both laying in each other's arms, still quiet. You were too scared to speak; afraid to ruin the moment. You could feel your heartbeat speed up, the realization of what had just actually happened almost pushing you into a panicked state.

“I like you.” The words escaped your mouth before you could even react. Slapping one of your hands over your mouth, cursing at yourself. You heard Seonghwa chuckle, one of his hands running up and down your back in a comforting manner.

“I like you too.”

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ambrossart · 2 years

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DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART FOUR

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 2,244 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

He doesn’t know my name… Seriously?

It bothered you more than you cared to admit, Eddie Munson not remembering your name. You’d known the guy since middle school. You talked to him on a near-daily basis… okay, “talking” might be a little inaccurate; mostly you just made snide comments about him under your breath. But he always heard you. You know he heard you because he would always get annoyed and glare at you, just like he did tonight.

Between your sophomore and senior year, you shared a total of eight classes together, and you spent half of them sitting directly behind him. Were you really that forgettable? You expected that kind of treatment from conceited jerks like Andy Hauffman and Clay Howard, but you didn’t think Eddie Munson was that self-absorbed.

Now you felt hurt and betrayed… not so unlike Julius Caesar.

Et tu, Eddie?

You must have been wearing your disappointment on your face because as soon as you rejoined the group, the first words out of Jason Carver’s mouth were, “What’s wrong? Hey, did that freak do something to you?”

“Hm? Oh… no, that’s not…” You saw Chrissy staring at you with a worried expression, so you tried to wave it off like it was nothing. “I’m fine, really.”

Jason put his hand on your shoulder, gave it a small squeeze. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

He frowned, unconvinced. “Well, you should be careful around that guy, okay? He’s dangerous.”

You scrunched up your face. “What? Eddie’s not dangerous. I mean, yeah, he looks all mean and scary, but he’s really just a big geek. It’s kind of hilarious, actually…” You trailed off, letting your eyes wander back toward the entrance, where Eddie Munson was standing around all helpless and miserable, looking like a sad little puppy with those big, round brown eyes…

For a second, you felt bad about how you treated him, but only for a second.

You clapped your hands together. “Anyway, shouldn’t we be heading in? Get this prom party started? If the future king and queen don’t make an appearance soon, the peasants will surely riot.”

Jason continued to watch Eddie with a suspicious glare. Then he gave a faint nod to his friends. “Come on, guys, let’s go,” and he went up the stairs first.

You and Chrissy walked side by side, a few steps behind everyone else.

“What did he want?” she whispered.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

“Oh… He just wanted my extra prom ticket.”

She gasped, delighted. “And…?”

“And… I flipped him off and told him to go to hell.”

Chrissy cringed. “Ugh, of course you did… You know, did it ever occur to you that this might be your Pretty in Pink moment? I mean, think about it: Chance gets food poisoning, so you’re stuck going to prom alone, and now who shows up but Eddie Munson, of all people? You don’t have a date. He doesn’t have a date. I dunno about you, but to me that sounds like quite the coincidence.” She smiled a wide, positively sunny smile.

You scoffed. “He didn’t want a date, Chris. He wanted my prom ticket. It’s not half as romantic as you’re making it out to be.”

“Well, maybe if you actually talked to him like a normal person…”

“Hey, I talk to him.”

“No, you tease him. I know you think that’s the same thing, but it’s not.”

“Well, it’s not my fault. The jokes are just there, floating all around me. I have to grab ‘em or else they’ll die for nothing. And he’s such an easy target… everything he does is so over the top. It’s like he’s begging me to mock him.”

“Well, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“You know, I’ve never really understood that expression. Why are you trying to catch flies with either of those things? Just get a bug zapper and fry the suckers.” Chuckling, you went to take the next step, but Chrissy grabbed your elbow and yanked you back.

The gravity of her demeanor was startling.

“Look, you’re running out of time. Is this really how you wanna end your senior year?” She raised her eyebrows, hinting at knowledge only she possessed. “Think about it.” Then she went up, leaving you stranded on the step.

Well, that’s easy for you to say… You’re basically a goddess in this school.

You glanced back to where Eddie had been standing, but he was already gone.

School dances had always been a sore spot for you.

Before tonight, you had only attended one school dance: the Hawkins Middle School Snow Ball in 1981. The night started out like a dream. You put on your favorite dress. You wore your hair differently, spent hours in front of the mirror getting it just right. The gym was decorated like a silver and blue tinsel wonderland, and you were having the time of your life: eating cookies, drinking punch, laughing with Chrissy and all of your friends. Then the DJ played your favorite ABBA song, and you truly felt like the Dancing Queen. It was magical.

But then the first slow song came on over the speakers: “Endless Love” by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross, and you felt the atmosphere… shift. It snuck up behind you and caught you completely off guard. All around you, couples came together naturally, drawn to each other from across the gym like magnets. One after another, they paired up without a word, and you were left stranded.

Alone.

Chrissy, being the considerate friend she was, asked Preston Bailey to dance with you. Yeah, Preston was a real Prince Charming. He looked at you in your favorite dress and just shrugged; then his arms sort of flopped out like two wet noodles. It was absolutely humiliating.

For the sake of your pride, you said no to Preston Bailey and his pity dance. And despite your pride, you spent the rest of the night crying in the girls’ restroom.

You’d never felt so unwanted and unloved.

And now, while you stood atop the balcony overlooking the dance floor, while Alphaville’s “Forever Young” droned on and on in the background, while couples swayed with their arms lovingly wrapped around one another, you felt all those old, ugly emotions come flooding back.

God help me, you thought and began your slow descent into Hell.

You found your group’s table right away, beneath a sheer canopy of white and gold. It was draped with white linen, decorated with candles and roses, and set perfectly for six, everyone’s seat denoted by a pretty white place card. Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, Andy Hauffman and Heather White, Chance Gallagher and…

You picked up Chance Gallagher’s card and ripped it in half twice, then tossed the pieces over your right shoulder.

Jason pulled Chrissy’s chair out for her, and she thanked him with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grab a slice of cake before it’s gone,” Jason said. “Do you want vanilla or chocolate?”

Chrissy said, “Oh, no cake for me, thank you. My stomach’s still a little upset from dinner.”

“Oh…” Jason reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s probably just, you know, from all the excitement.” But when she looked at you, her eyes suddenly became downcast.

Jason frowned. “Well, okay… Y/N, what about you?”

“Either one’s fine,” you said. “I don’t discriminate against cake.”

Jason snorted a laugh. “My kinda girl… All right, I’ll be back.”

Once Jason left, Chrissy said to you in a quiet voice, “I really am fine.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but I know what you’re thinking… and I’m fine.”

“Okay…”

And now Frankie Goes to Hollywood was telling you both to “Relax.”

You picked up a paper ballot and a tiny pencil. “Just don’t let the pressure of tonight set you back, Chris. That’s all I’m gonna say.”

You drew an X next to Chrissy’s name.

A short while later, while you were picking at the crumbs from your cake, Chrissy and Jason left to go greet some more of their friends. That’s when you spotted a familiar face at one of the nearby tables. You got up and went over to him, plopping down in an empty chair.

“Hey, Jeff,” you said over the music. “You’re looking pretty snazzy tonight.”

Jeff turned his head and smiled. “Well, look who it is… What brave soul asked you to prom?”

“Chance Gallagher.” You looked away. “But he’s dead now.”

“What?”

“He got food poisoning… I tagged along with Chrissy and Jason.”

“Oh… a threesome, huh?” He grimaced. “Well, that’s brutal.”

“Yup.” You stole a bite of his cake. “Hey, where’s your date?”

“Tara? She’s over there with her friends. I forgot to make dinner reservations, so now she’s giving me the silent treatment… Apparently, I ruined her prom night by making her eat a hamburger.”

You shrugged. “What’s wrong with a hamburger?”

“Right…? See, we should’ve just gone to prom together.”

“Well, you didn’t ask me.” You went to take another bite of his cake, but Jeff pulled his plate away.

“Umm, excuse me,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. “I’m still eating that, you know.”

You smiled sheepishly and put his fork down. “Sorry.”

Then you leaned back in your chair and looked around for a minute, searching for nobody in particular. “So Eddie the Genius forgot to buy a ticket, huh?”

“Oh, you saw him?”

“Yeah, he tried to bum one off me… Naturally, I refused.” You folded your arms over your chest and went quiet. “Would you believe he doesn’t know my name?”

“What?” Jeff drew away from you, dumbstruck. “No way… No, I refuse to believe that.”

“I promise you, he doesn’t. You should have seen the look on his face, Jeff. It was like I’d just asked him to recite the first seven digits of pi.”

“Really…?” He slumped back in his chair. “Damn!”

Out on the dance floor, the tempo picked up as the DJ drove into the next track: “Dancing With Myself” by Billy Idol. That’s when Grant came bursting out of the crowd and collapsed against the table, red-faced and sweating, huffing and puffing with exhaustion.

“She’s trying to kill me,” Grant said. “Oh my god, she’s trying to kill me!”

Behind him, Megan Mulrooney was bopping away to the beat and singing at the top of her lungs: “If I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance… And I’d be dancing with myself, ah, oh, oh-oh, yeah…”

You smiled at Grant. “What’s up, Lord of the Dance?”

Grant bent his head and wheezed. “Shut up, Y/N.” Then he grabbed Jeff’s cup of punch and gulped the whole thing down.

While he was drinking, Jeff said, “Hey, man, get a load of this: Eddie doesn’t remember Y/N’s name. Can you believe it?”

Grant wiped his mouth with a napkin, then dabbed his forehead, too. “Yeah, I’d believe that.”

“What?” you said. “Why?”

Grant laughed a deep, sinister laugh. “Oh, come on, you know why… The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs? Does that ring any bells?”

“No,” you said, but Jeff gasped.

“Oh my god," he said. “‘The Bargain from Below!’”

Grant nodded. “‘The Bargain from Below.’”

“What?” You sat up in your chair, looked at Jeff, then Grant, then back to Jeff. “‘The Bargain from…’ Oh… Oh, come on, you can’t be serious. Guys, that was back in middle school! He can’t possibly still be mad about that.”

Jeff said, “No, he’s definitely still mad about that.”

“Why?”

“You kinda ruined the whole campaign.”

“Yeah, but how? All I did was accept the demon’s bargain.”

“You weren’t supposed to accept the demon’s bargain!”

“But he was offering me the ultimate power...”

Jeff and Grant bellowed with rage: “YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO ACCEPT THE ULTIMATE POWER! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RHETORICAL!”

You threw your hands up, not getting it at all. “Well, if it was rhetorical, then Scottie shouldn’t have let me accept it in the first place. But that’s not my fault. I was totally playing by the Dungeon Master’s rules.”

Jeff said in a small voice, “Yeah, but you didn’t have to kill Eddie…”

You smirked. “Well, the demon demanded a blood sacrifice.”

(What? You can’t do that! Scottie, tell her she can’t do that!)

(Actually, I think it adds an interesting dynamic to the story...)

(Dude, what the fuck? No, it doesn't! It totally ruins the story. Now she has the ultimate power and she's just gonna tank all the monsters!)

Jeff said, “Admit it, you did that on purpose.”

You held in a laugh. “Okay, fine, maybe I did… but I wasn’t expecting him to get as mad as he did. I was just trying to add some spice to the story, and he acted like I killed him in real life. Then he stormed out of Scottie’s basement and said I completely ruined D&D for him. Overdramatic much? Come on, it’s just a game…”

Jeff and Grant shook their heads in condemnation and your shoulders sank. “So, what, now you’re saying he’s totally blocked me from his memory? And all because of some stupid campaign that happened a million years ago? Please, that guy needs to get over himself.” You got up and stormed back to your table.

When you were out of earshot, Grant said, “I’m guessing we shouldn’t tell her about Eddie’s plan, huh?”

Jeff winced. “Not unless you have a death wish.”

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I think what's extra frustrating about this whole situation is just the not knowing when or why of it. Like I know it can't go on forever but there have been so many times where it seems like we're getting somewhere (bye bye Elevator) and then bam something else hits us. I just hate it for louis

i said i wasnt going to respond to this right now but im fired up now and i am going to answer it. none of this is about coming out none of this is about larry none of it is about being gay even! it's does louis know he deserves better.

you don't want to draw attention to your actual relationship - why do you need to even speak about it? answer questions with that you'd like to keep your private life private and that's the end of it. "oh you used to be so open? yeah i was a lot younger and now ive grown up a bit and realized i want to keep it private" any one who pushes it is labeled as an asshole interviewer. publicist listening in to every single non-live on air interview and jumping in to skip questions if necessary. only do live interviews with anchors and hosts you trust and have agreed to keep it professional beforehand. get the best media training in the business and have every possible answer locked into your brain.

you don't want people to think you're gay - why not? nothing wrong with being gay. but in any case, see answer above about not wanting to talk about your personal life and then turn the answer back to the fans "im not/i don't like to talk about my personal life but what matters to me is the fans and im so honored to have fans from that community." next question

"well he needs the publicity" well he's not getting any now. the only publicity from that stunt walk was talking about how young she was, or how quickly he moved on from e. how about louis at a charity event? the gossip sites post pictures of louis with f or stories he tells but want to know what else they would post in the same way? pictures of louis with a dog. or a lizard. or a hamburger. or shirtless!

also! where is the doc promo! or tour promo! where is the exclusive with first look photos and interview with day of tickets coming out? where are the ticket specials in the cities where tour needs to be sold more (buy a tour ticket get a free movie ticket)? where are the merch bundles (buy a shirt get a movie ticket voucher)? or just merch in general? where are the radio spots and the billboards and the bus stop ads and the commercials and the social media? radio interviews in tour cities? they wouldn't do a press junket yet but! and if no one brought those up why isn't louis or his manager saying something and asking for those plans and those rollouts? and if they aren't getting those or know what to ask for why aren't they hiring people to figure out what's not working and make it happen?

you don't have to come out, you don't have to reveal your relationship, you don't have to even elude to anything. but you do deserve better treatment, better promo, a better image. privacy, kindness, fans, general population respect. what might have been the way people did it in 2013 isn't the same as 2023. but all of louis' rollouts are stuck there. once upon a time for an artist, the worst thing you could be was gay. and even if that's not the case anymore, if that's still where your head is okay. you don't have to come out. but you don't deserve to be doing this shit or putting yourself through this either.

he got out of sony, he got out of modest. he claims to be the boss so goddamn put your foot down and take a fucking stand. if there's lasting contracts or whatever get the best lawyer out there and fucking take back what you deserve. and don't fucking settle for anything less. someone on your team has an idea you don't like? too bad for them, you pay them, you make the ultimate decision. and if they don't let you or try to fuck you over, you hire someone else. and do that again and again until you get what you want. life is too freaking fucking short to not be putting yourself into the best possible situations wherever you can. louis deserves that.

#stunts tw #asks #anon #also obviously we don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes #which I’ll always disclaimer as #just! this is how it’s appearing and I wonder if they know that

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steve harrington x gn!henderson!reader

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR

plot summary - after venturing with steve, dustin, max, and lucas the reader begins to realize they’re affected with vecna’s curse. although max has her walkman, steve immediately realizes she doesn’t have the reader’s favorite song.

warnings - mention of death, cursing, smoking, mentions of bullying, sexual innuendos, dead bodies

angst + slight fluff

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All you could do was stare in pure shock as Max Mayfield came tumbling to the ground in the cemetery. Lucas frantically held her in his arms as her hurried breathing eventually slowed, the faintness of Kate Bush’s voice coming through Max’s headphones. You wished you could somehow thank the woman for basically saving Max’s life. After Eddie’s description of what happened to Chrissy Cunningham? You didn’t think you could bear seeing that happen to a poor child.

“Hey, babe!” Steve’s voice was calling you back to reality. You had kinda almost forgotten about your boyfriend. Dustin of course found immense pleasure in teasing the both of you or making loud, obnoxious gagging noises whenever the two of you showed any kind of affection towards each other. “You alright?” His hand fell upon your shoulder.

“Oh- oh, yeah ‘m fine, Steve.” Your reply was definitely shaken, but how could you possibly be fine?

“…okay, that was a dumb question.” He admitted out loud, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “What do you need right now?”

Steve had never really liked trying to read your mind to figure out what was wrong. He knew you wouldn’t really lie to him, either. He always preferred asking you outright. He didn’t wanna end up saying something stupid like usual.

“Just…” You forced yourself to swallow down your anxiety. You couldn’t tell Steve, could you? You couldn’t tell him what was going on.

How your head had been pounding even more lately.

How those images of being stuck with evil Russians with Steve and Robin had been haunting your sleep.

How terrible you felt that your little brother had gone through so so much without you to protect him like you always swore to.

How guilt ate you away when you thought of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins after they found out Steve Harrington was dating you, and how Dustin was the one to comfort you after what they did to you instead of you dealing with it on your own.

How deep your stomach seemed to sink when looking over the files of Chrissy Cunningham and Fred Benson in the counselor’s office.

How the image of that damned grandfather clock flashed through your mind.

Apparently you had spaced out again. You only realized this when your little brother started freaking out.

“YOU BETTER WAKE UP RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA KILL YOU BEFORE THAT THING DOES-”

“Wh-? Yeah, what? I’m awake, Dust!” You shook your head a little and Steve pried Dustin off your shoulders.

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” Dustin exclaimed, throwing up his arms like ‘what the hell?’

“You were the one screaming in my face when I was only thinking! Relax!” You shot back, but instantly regretted it when you took a second to look into Dustin’s fearful eyes. “Shit- ‘m sorry.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “C’mere, shithead.” You stepped forward and Dustin quickly hugged you before you could hug him first.

Steve silently watched the two of you embrace (playing it pretty calm considering he totally was freaking out at the sight of you spaced out), glancing over as Max and Lucas walked over. Max still had her headphones on, which wasn’t exactly all that surprising. He gestured for them to get in the car, hiding the small pit in his stomach. Why did you seem so different? He couldn’t really fit the pieces together, but he really wish he did when you looked at him after pulling away from Dustin and asked that question.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can we stop at my place on the way back?”

“…is there a particular reason why?” His eyebrows furrowed. Why make another detour?

“I just wanted to grab my Walkman is all.” You shrugged, which was only partly a lie. “Just in case something happens to Max’s and we need a spare.”

Steve couldn’t exactly argue. It was a smart plan. “Alright, but someone’s going inside with you.” He said gently.

You chose not to argue, only replying with a nod. You figured it was time to go now, but supposedly not according to Steve.

“Henderson, go get in the car.” He told the curly-haired boy.

“What? Why?” Dustin frowned. “They’re my sibling, and I would like to stay with them, please and thank you.”

“Yeah, well, your sibling is also my hot significant other, who I too care very much for.” Steve cocked an eyebrow. “I mean, if you want to hear us gush over each other, fine by me.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked to you, plastering a goofy smile on his face with eyes that said ‘play along’.

You finally let a smile grace your lips as you looked at the boy crushed on during freshman year. Yeah, he was a dick. You couldn’t really deny that he was a playboy, but every so often you would catch wind of that boy who was a little kid at heart. You weren’t exactly loud and extroverted like Dustin. Steve had never directly shown you that side until later. You were more of an observer. You watched things, taking subconscious notes of what you saw. You didn’t really like rushing. You would always silently observe Steve’s almost child-like joy. When you worked at Scoops Ahoy with him and Robin, his and Dustin’s reunion was what finally knocked it into you that you loved him.

“Oh, definitely.” You slid your arms around Steve to further sell the point to Dustin. “After what just happened? I totally need my wonderful boyfriend so we can just mak-”

“Okay!” Dustin exclaimed loudly to cut you off. “I get it, you guys wanna kiss and shit! Leave me out of it!” Without any further argument, Dustin stomped to the car, muttering something about ‘disgusting assholes’.

“Worked like a charm.” Steve clicked his tongue, looking down to you and gently holding your waist. He chuckled.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?”

“Oh nothing. Just think it’s funny that he gets so worked up over this.”

“Eh, he’ll survive. Anyway, what’s up?” You tried playing it cool. You and Steve could read each other like books. He knew something was up, and you knew he wanted to find out what that was.

“I know something’s wrong, alright?” His voice was soft but stern. “I don’t want all the details if you don’t wanna give them. But you’ve been spacing out like that a lot, and now is…not a great time for that, honestly.”

“I always space out.” You lightly argued, keeping your arms around Steve as to attempt to trick the kids into thinking you guys were just doing sickly sweet things like partners do. The last thing you wanted to do was worry Dustin.

“Yeah, only when you’re doing that little thing where you remember the tiniest details. What were you looking at?” He pressed, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your forehead. Damn him. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he could make you melt with the simplest of actions.

“I…the gravestone next to Hargrove’s.”

“What did it say?”

“…okay, you got me.”

“I know. Now please, tell me what’s wrong. I don’t want anything happening to you.” He whispered softly, holding your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb across your skin. “After what happened last summer…I’ve never stopped thinking about what could have happened if events had played out differently. I want them to play out in your favor this time, too. I don’t know what I would do without you…what your brother would do. Lord knows he would kick my ass if something happened to you. Hell, I’d kick my own ass if I could.”

Guilt came back and crushed your being even more. What were you supposed to say now? ‘Yeah babe, I actually think I’m gonna die in the next few hours!’ Like hell that was happening. You didn’t wanna give him any hope that he could save you. You didn’t want him to go through the agony of feeling like he should have done more. You didn’t even know what your favorite song was. You listened to a lot of songs.

“It’s just…I’m scared, Stevie.” You whispered softly, deciding to just…omit the part about you maybe/probably dying. “I thought Starcourt was it. I thought getting kidnapped by Russians and getting drugged and watching Billy get murdered was it. I thought my brother was safe. I thought you were safe. I thought everything was okay. But it’s not.” The words just spilled out of your mouth.

“Oh, baby…” Steve quickly pulled you closer. “I know…I’m so sorry. I wish I could just make all that go away, y’know? But hey, we saved the world once, didn’t we?” He offered a genuine smile. “Why can’t we do it again? Nothing’s gonna happen to me or Dustin, I promise you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, yeah?”

“…yeah.” You smiled just a little at Steve. He was so confident everything was going to work out, but the sudden pain in your head told you otherwise. “I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I know.” He winked. “I love you more, Henderson.”

“In your dreams.”

Steve was going to swoop down and give you a kiss, but before your lips could touch…

HONK!

“HEY, STEVE! QUIT TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH MY SIBLING!”

The car ride was relatively silent. All the kids agreed to the plan of grabbing another music player, especially Lucas. Steve’s hand was rubbing soft circles into your thigh in attempts to comfort your bouncing leg, but it didn’t really help you. You slipped out a pack of cigarettes from Steve’s the jacket that you were wearing’s pocket, along with a matchbox.

“You know I hate it when you do that…” Steve whispered softly.

“Steve, I feel like I deserve this one smoke. Please?” You mumbled.

Steve decided to cut you some slack. “Just don’t light my hair on fire, doll.” He teased.

“Ah, shit, there goes my plan.” You teased back, sticking the cigarette in your mouth and striking the match, lighting the stick of nicotine in your mouth before rolling down the window. Of course, it wasn’t like you smoked all the time. Just occasionally, to calm the nerves. You recently had picked up the habit after Starcourt. Steve couldn’t stand the smell, so you usually didn’t indulge in your coping mechanism around him. Luckily, Dustin wasn’t a snitch and your mom didn’t know, and she was not going to find out.

When you arrived at the Henderson household, you stepped out of the car without a word. You just needed to grab what they needed and do what you really came there to do. Your mother wasn’t home, so you didn’t bother putting out the death stick in your mouth.

“Hey, excuse me?” Dustin called as he fumbled with the car door, sounding a little offended. “You seriously aren’t going in there by yourself, right?”

“…yes?” You said, furrowing your brow.

“I’m with him. After what happened? Not a shot.” Steve shook his head after sticking it out the window. “Someone’s going with you-”

“-that someone being me.” Dustin interrupted, marching to your side. Dustin had always been protective of his older sibling. One time, when Mews was only a kitten, she had scratched you. Dustin had been relatively little, but he was pretty mad at that cat and made it stay outside until Claudia let her back inside. When he was a little middle schooler, he got so incredibly pissed when he figured out Tommy and Carol had been bullying you. He talked so much smack, ranting on and on about how he was gonna go kick their asses.

A fond smile crept up on your face. “Okay, shithead.” You hummed, stealing the hat he wore and ruffling his curls that both you and your mother were crazy about the moment he was born.

“Give that back..!” He huffed out, punching your shoulder and taking it back.

“Ow!” You exclaimed, laughing as the two of you made your way into the house. You figured you were a pretty good actor since Dustin didn’t seem to notice your shaky hands or how terrified you were.

The smell of home almost brought tears to your eyes. Was this the last time you’d ever smell this scent again?

“So I guess your Walkman is in your room?” Dustin hummed, making a beeline for your bedroom.

“Hey, excuse me.” You huffed, grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him back. “I don’t want you in my room. You don’t know what I have in there.”

Dustin’s eyebrows raised. “What do you have in there?”

“Good lord, Dust. I’m not being serious.” You laughed out loud, patting him on the back.

“Hey, how am I supposed to know what you do or don’t have in that room? You hid those things for a while.” He gestured to the cigarette in your mouth.

“Welllllll, if you really wanna know…” A playfully evil grin spread across your face. “Remember that night when Steve came over and the next morning I told Mom I got that bruise from the curling iron? Well, Steve and I-”

“Y’know what-? I don’t think I wanna know, actually!” Dustin quickly said. “I’ll just grab a snack or something.” He grumbled.

You just chuckled as Dustin walked away, letting him know you’d yell if anything happened.

Would you even be able to yell?

“Hey, Dust?” You quickly called out, and his head popped out from behind the wall of the kitchen.

“Yeah, loser?” He said with a playful grin.

You forced out a soft laugh, before taking a deep breath. “I love you, Dustin. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, duh.” He chuckled like it was obvious.

“And all those times I made fun of you were just lighthearted, right?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“And I’m sorry for stealing those leftovers you were gonna eat the other night.”

“Oh, I’m still mad at you for that one, asshole.” He huffed out, but realized you weren’t laughing. You just kept going.

“And I really couldn’t ask for a better little brother, y’know? Sometimes it feels like you’re the older one.” You chuckled quietly. “You’ve been there for me when I needed you, and I appreciate it.”

“Well, yeah. You’re my family.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.

“…yeah. Sorry, didn’t mean to get all sappy.” You breathed out, sensing Dustin really didn’t understand why you were saying all this.

You quickly went into your room and shut the door without another word. With a shaky breath, you took a seat at your desk and grabbed the pain relief medication by the lamp. Your head was absolutely pounding. You cursed upon realizing it was empty. Of course. This was definitely a sign. You had to hurry.

You hurriedly opened the top desk drawer and grabbed a notebook and pencil, ripping out a piece of paper. Your handwriting would have been a little neater, but just then, the lights in your room flickered. You wrote faster.

You needed to write this will.

“Hey, you find it yet?!”

“Shit-!” Dustin’s voice had scared the hell out of you, and you dropped your pencil. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your calm.

“Uh, n-no, not yet! I’m working on it! It could be in between the couch cushions!” You called back, continuing to furiously scribble after picking up your pencil. Dustin’s footsteps faded away from your door. You chose to give Steve and Dustin most of your stuff. You finished it after about two minutes and you stood.

The lights were flickering again.

“Shit, shit-!” You whispered, shaking your hands as tears formed in your eyes. You didn’t want to die. Not this young. Not in such a gruesome way. Why did it have to be you?

Well…if you were gonna have to die like Chrissy and Fred, you sure as hell weren’t gonna let anybody be witness to it like Eddie was. Your feet brought you to the door.

Then, you locked it.

Dustin groaned loudly after he had ripped all the cushions off the sofa. He didn’t even find any quarters or anything.

“Have you found that thing yet?!” Dustin called out in the direction of his sibling’s bedroom. “Don’t you think the others are worried?!”

…nobody responded.

He rolled his eyes a little and started back toward your room, knocking.

“Hellooooo? Steve is gonna get all mad at me if we take too long, not you.” He complained. But still, nobody replied. He frowned a bit. You never straight up ignored him before. He expected some quick comeback, but he was met with silence.

“Uh…hello?” Dustin knocked on the door a little louder. “Can you answer me, please?”

…but nobody came.

Here’s when he started freaking out. “Hey, come on, this isn’t funny!” He quickly reached out for the doorknob and tried opening the door. It was locked. “Now isn’t the time to be joking around right now!” He shouted, trying to open the door. “Shit shit, come on, please!”

There was still no reply.

“Shit!!” Dustin exclaimed, his breathing increasing. “Shit shit, what do I do-?” He mumbled to himself, before remembering that there indeed was a car with three people outside. Among those three people was someone Dustin was pretty confident could bust down the door.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” Steve hissed out, his leg bouncing as he stared at the house. “They just need to grab it and come out, what’s the big deal?” He spoke out loud to no one.

“I dunno, but talking to yourself probably won’t help.” Max responded, gazing out the window.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Steve mumbled, running his hand through his hair. He just felt like something was off. A few days ago, you’d started acting strange. It started with your migraines. You had to take a day off work because of them at one point. Once, you’d called Steve half past midnight. You’d been sobbing hysterically, ranting to him about the nightmare you’d had about being captured by those Russians. It probably didn’t help that you’d run into Tommy and Carol the other day, too. That’s when you came to him with bruises. All he could do was just hold you in his arms. Rub your back, whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Assure you that he had not been killed by the Russians. That you and he were safe.

His thoughts were interrupted by the front door busting open.

“STEVE!” Dustin’s voice ripped through the air like a knife chopping through a vegetable. “STEVE, QUICK, COME ON!”

Steve almost thought he was going to pass out. He knew something had been wrong. He should have pushed more. He almost fell on his face scrambling out of his car, tears already forming. This couldn’t be happening. He hardly even registered Lucas and Max following. He bolted to the door, letting Dustin yank him inside and lead him to your room.

“What’s going on, Henderson?!” Steve shouted, but he had a feeling he already knew.

“They won’t open the damned door!” Dustin cried, trying to open the door and demonstrating that it was locked. “You gotta bust it down!”

“Goddamn it!” Steve tried opening the door. “Baby please open the door! Can you hear me?! It’s Steve! Please, you gotta snap out of it!” He begged, almost like a little kid.

“Don’t you think I tried that?!” Dustin yelled. “BUST DOWN THE DOOR!!”

Steve’s breathing increased. He couldn’t let Dustin down. He couldn’t let you down. Without arguing, Steve braced himself and slammed his body into the door. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He quickly repeated the action.

“COME ON!” Steve’s voice broke, ramming himself against the door. The door bust down at that exact moment, hinges going flying. Thank fuck for hysterical strength.

The sight he saw was horrifying. There was his baby. His sweetheart. They were standing in the middle of the room, eyes rolled to the back of their head. He should have known. It all made sense to him. The migraines, the spacing out, the nightmares. Why didn’t he figure it out sooner? Maybe he was too focused on saving Max.

“The Walkman! Where the hell is it?!” Steve shouted, legs moving him to his dear partner before he could even think.

“I don’t know!” Dustin shouted back, in tears at this point.

“Oh, shit…” Steve groaned. You had left it at his house. He remembered trying to get it back to you at work but always forgetting. “They don’t have it here, we need something else!”

“Here!” Max suddenly was at his side, shoving her Walkman into his hands. “Quick, what’s their favorite song?! You’re their boyfriend!”

“Ah, shit, shit!” Steve hissed out, taking the songs from Lucas and looking through them. What was your favorite? You had never outright told him. But he definitely knew it was none of these. “None of these!” He dropped them on the floor, tears escaping his eyes. “Come on, Harrington, think!!” He hissed to himself, the sight of Dustin full-on sobbing as he stared at his sibling in the middle of the room.

The ringing of the clock was deafening. No…this wasn’t happening.

“Steve?!” You called out, voice shaking. “Steve, where are you?! Dustin?!”

Then, a voice spoke.

“Aww…poor Henderson. All alone.”

You whipped around and saw Carol Perkins. Carol? What was she doing here?

“Where’s your little boyfriend Stevie? Oh, don’t tell me. Did he leave you too?” She mocked, her voice echoing throughout…wherever you were. “Or wait…those Russians got him, didn’t they?”

“What..? No, no, he’s okay.” Your voice was smaller than you’d expected.

“Is he? Why didn’t you do more to try and help him? Harrington got beat the hell up, and all you could do is beg. ‘No, please, stop!’” She mocked, a sadistic laugh coming from her throat as you backed up. “You take him for granted, don’t you know? You finally found someone who said he won’t leave and you are blindly trusting that, yeah? You just think he’ll shield you from everything? He’s gonna get tired of it, don’tcha know?” She giggled, blowing a bubble with her gum.

“Stop!” Was all you could yell, turning on your heel and leaving the room.

Carol’s maniacal cackling distorted into a low chuckling, and the clock only got louder. You slammed open the door to your bathroom only to see a grandfather clock chiming inside your bathroom wall. You went to leave, but the door slammed shut, leaving you trapped in the bathroom. Then you realized. You weren’t in the bathroom. You had run into the room you, Robin, and Steve were in when you were interrogated by the Russians.

“No no no!” You screamed, banging your fist on the door.

“Ah…you’re finally here.” A deep voice rumbled, and a chill shot up your spine. “It’s almost time, don’t you know? I’m sure you’ve known for a while.”

“Please, what did I do?” Your voice came spilling out like a frightened, little kid. “I just wanna go home. I wanna see my little brother.” You squeezed your eyes shut and started ramming into the door to try to get it to open.

“I think you know why you’re here. It’s time for your suffering to end.”

“No…I’m not gonna let you kill me!” After a while of ramming into the door, it suddenly just opened and you started running. You had no clue where you were running to. You just needed to get away.

Three children screaming at Steve to hurry really didn’t make it any easier for him to think.

“Shut up! I’m trying, okay?!” Steve cried out, gripping his hair.

The first song that came to mind was ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ by Elvis Presley, but he crossed it out pretty quick. You skipped that song too much. No, it was a Beatles song. You adored the Beatles. After all, there was a poster above your bed. He went through all the songs in his head.

‘Yellow Submarine’ ?

No, not that one.

‘Eleanor Rigby’ ?

No, he knew it wasn’t that.

‘Hey, Jude’ ?

No, you weren’t a fan of that one.

Then it finally clicked. A while back, you and Steve had gone on this date. It was one of Steve’s best experiences ever. The both of you needed a pick-me-up after the whole Starcourt battle. It wasn’t the dinner date that the both of you enjoyed. Someone had actually hit on you during that. It was after. You had gone to Steve’s house since his parents were away, and you guys ended up goofing off like teenagers do. You were sitting on the counter in his kitchen while he looked for something for the both of you to eat. The only light was the refrigerator, illuminating the room. You had suddenly run off. You came back with his record player and placed it on the counter, placing a record in and then taking his hand.

“Let’s dance.”

He was so confused, and then a song started playing. You pulled him into you and the both of you were suddenly dancing around in the kitchen in the refrigerator light. He remembered it perfectly. That was the night you told him what he’d been waiting to hear for so long.

“I love you.”

Steve instantly ran to your basket of tapes that was for your Walkman. He ransacked the entire basket like a wild animal, throwing tapes that weren’t what he was looking for. He accidentally hit Lucas, but he didn’t care.

“Shit, are you serious?! It’s not here!” He yelped, gripping his hair.

“We can’t just stand here!!” Max yelled, having left Lucas’ side and standing by Dustin instead.

Steve left the mess of a basket and stood in front of you again. “Please please, you gotta wake up!” He sobbed, shaking your shoulders even though he knew his attempts were fruitless. “I need you! Dustin needs you!”

“That won’t work, idiot!” Max shouted, panicked.

Steve rested his forehead against yours, bawling as he tried so hard to think of something. He must have been out of his mind to think just shouting would work.

Then, it finally clicked.

“Everybody shut up!!” Steve roared, the panicked shouting of Lucas and Max not helping. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth.

You had found yourself in a place similar to what Max described in the car. Red, everywhere. It was really gross, especially the dead, broken corpses in the strange fleshy pillars.

“Stop. Running.”

You finally saw it. Vecna. Its body was so grotesque. It did sort of remind you of the texture of the Demogorgon and Demodogs. You really wanted it to put some fucking clothes on.

“Get away from me!!” You shrieked.

“It’s time.”

“No!!”

That’s when you heard. A soft, melodious voice echoed through the horrifying realm. It was a voice you recognized all too well.

Steve.

“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

Now it looks as though they're here to stay.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

“Dude, are you singing?”

“Lucas, shut the hell up!” Max hissed.

Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, trying his hardest to block out the voices of the other kids. This was hella embarrassing, but Steve would do anything humiliating if it meant saving the person he planned on marrying.

“Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.”

“Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.”

“What?” Vecna growled as the beautiful voice sounded throughout the environment.

“Steve…” You whispered. He was singing to you. You faintly saw a hole begin to form far away, in the walls of the crimson dimension. You were in your room at home. Steve was holding your face in his hands. Max and Lucas were standing nervously near Dustin, who was bawling.

You instantly started running. As fast as your legs could take you. You tripped every so often, but by god you were going to get back to the people who mattered most to you.

You shrieked as something gross and slimy snaked around your ankle and pulled. You fell forward and were being dragged back towards Vecna.

“Let go!!” You begged, but of course, you just kept getting dragged.

Once you were back to the creature, you were instantly forced up against one of the disgusting, fleshy pillars. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your body levitate into the air through the little portal.

Steve acted fast. He jumped up on your bed, and gently tugged your floating body toward him. His tears dropped down onto your bed. You’d probably be so pissed when you saw his dirty shoe prints on your bed. He chuckled just a little at the thought, but he kept singing.

“Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

All you could do was scream. You needed to get the fuck away. Vecna was talking to you, but all you heard was white noise. You finally kicked him the hell away, and you started running for your goddamn life.

As you ran and got closer to the vision of Steve, memories flashed through that made you run faster.

Memories of you and your little brother doing things together as children. Things like playing make-believe outside with sticks as swords and trash can lids as shields. Dustin would always win, of course.

Memories of your first day of middle school and your brother getting all sad, worried you wouldn’t hang out with him as much anymore. You had promised him you’d spend as much time as he wanted with him.

Memories of taking Dustin to that silly little dance, and Steve getting him all hyped up. He looked so precious that day, you had started crying.

Memories of Steve flashed through your mind. How he held you after Tommy and Carol publicly humiliated you in front of the entire lunchroom by dumping a milkshake all over you.

Memories of when you held him in your arms after Nancy broke it off with him. He’d cried into your chest. The first time anybody had ever seen him cry.

Memories of you and Steve dancing in the rain, tripping and falling over after he misstepped. When you two had your first kiss.

Memories of when the both of you were dancing in his kitchen. His hold felt so warm. You always felt like you were at home and safe with Steve Harrington.

“Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

Your eyes shot open and you gasped for air. Gravity gave you zero time to react as you began falling from inside your bedroom, but a pair of large and warm hands tugged you forward and you fell onto the comforting frame of Steve Harrington. Air was being seized from your lungs by a seemingly invisible force. Your body jerked around as you blurted out incoherent, scared noises.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha, I gotcha-!” The same voice that had been singing to you whispered in your ear. “You’re here, okay? You’re safe, you’re okay…” his voice was breaking and trembling, tears falling onto your head.

Your head jerked into the direction of the voice and you were staring into the beautiful brown eyes of the one and only: Steve Harrington. Your throat tightened and only a relieved sob escaped your figure as your arms were thrown around him.

“I know, I know…” he choked out. “I’m so so sorry…but I’m here now, alright? You’re safe. I’ve got you, yeah?” You’d never heard his voice waver like that. “Don’t try to talk, yeah? Just lemme hold you.” He whispered, letting soft weeps fill the room.

The silence was deafening. All that bounced off the walls was the soft cries of Steve and loud sobs of your shaking frame. Steve pressed his lips to about every inch of your face, just savoring the fact you were here. You were okay. He saved you. He couldn’t and didn’t think he ever could describe the gross and ugly terror that consumed him when he saw Dustin exit the house in such a state, and even more so when he saw your frozen body in your room. Steve let his hands roam your body, not in a perverted way, but as a way to reassure him and yourself that he was there. Everything was okay.

It of course took the pair a moment to calm themselves by only a little. Small, broken crying emitted from you, but Steve was just breathing and muttering words of relief as he held. You curled up in his arms and he laughed softly as he held you.

“Wh-What’s so funny..?” Your tired voice whispered out.

“Nothing, dollface…I just…you’re okay.” He mumbled back. The kids had left the room at this point, wanting to get some food. They also figured you two needed a moment. He sniffled shakily and laid his forehead against yours, noses touching. “I…I thought I lost you.” His poor voice broke like fine China. “I thought you were going to die all because I couldn’t think of your favorite song or whatever. Because I didn’t notice the signs earlier.”

“No, Stevie…” You shook your head ever so slightly, your words hoarse. “I should have said something…this is all my fault and I know it. I just was scared. I didn’t want any of you to have to watch me die like Chrissy and Fred.”

Steve only held you tighter. “Shh…don’t blame yourself, yeah? I know you were thinking of us…that’s part of what I love so much about you.” He smiled, tears still slipping down his face.

“I’m really glad you didn’t give up on me.” You whispered.

“I would never dream of it. Now c’mere…”

Steve pulled you closer and finally, your lips met. A sense of pure bliss washed over you both. Was this what Heaven felt like? The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours, and when it stopped, it was quiet for about ten seconds.

“Steve Harrington, why are there shoe prints on my bed?!”

#Spotify #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #dustin henderson #stranger things season four #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #eddie munson

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You took care of me now, it's my turn.

HalsinxRazzikel(tav)

The VERY rough first draft of the opening chapter to my Halsin/Tav friends to lovers fic featuring my drow ranger tav Razzikel.

Chapter Plot: Call from an old friend right before disaster strikes.

“She got stuck in a tree?” Halsin asked the black obsidian sending stone glowing purple on his desk.

He tried to keep the exhaustion from his voice as he asked it, wanting to hold on to this little bit of peace Razzikel’s calls always gave him.

His old friends' rolling thunder of a voice responded from the other end, the sound soothing some of his frayed nerves.

“Bri didn't get stuck, one of Dritz’s panther’s new cubs did.”

“Ah. Is this the one that likes to follow her around?” He reached over to the cup of tea he had on the table, using a fire cantrip to warm it back up as another headache began to rise behind his eyes.

“Yeah. Looks like the panther cub chose her as their person. Like father, like kid.”

He took a sip, letting the honey sweetened wildflower tea and Razzikel’s familiar growl work its magic, “So, Bri was trying to rescue the cub from the tree then?”

“Yeah. She succeeded in getting a hold of them but then couldn't figure out how to get back down one handed.”

He chuckled, “I see. That can be tricky. Especially for one so young.”

“Exactly. Needless to say, Dritz was freaking out.”

He leaned his head on a hand as he stared off into the middle distance, “I imagine. I remember you telling me what happened to her mother.”

“Doesn't help that she inherited the same wild streak. She reminds me of my ma, actually.”

He laughed, something he hadn't been able to do in a while, “Oh No. I remember those stories you told me of your mother. She is already fighting for your honor, I take it?”

“Gods, I can't tell you how many times I have had to pull my dads old move of throwing her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes just she doesnt try to fight someone ten times her size.”

The belly laugh that roared out of him as he pictured a little half elven girl kicking and screaming in rage on Razzikel’s shoulder could be heard out beyond the doors of his lab.

The laugh attracted Nettie’s attention as she came in with bundles of herbs to be broken down, a soft smile on her face, before she sat them down on a table near by and began gathering the tools for her work.

“So, I assume she was much more successful this morning?”

“Oh yeah. She took my advice of grabbing rope next time and used it to make a harness around the cub. That way she could lower her to the ground and then climb down after. She was pretty proud of herself.”

“As she should be.”

He chuckled through the stone then sighed, “Straj…i can't believe she is already six years old.”

“They grow up fast.”

“They sure do. Thankfully, at the rate she is going, we won't have much to worry about when it’s time for her to leave the nest.”

“With you and Dritz raising her, I am sure she will be a force of nature.”

“She already is.”

Through the stone he heard a door open and the rapid padding of small feet across a dirt floor. The sound was then followed by the voice of an excited little girl.

“Uncle Razz, are you talking to Uncle Halsin?”

His chest tightened at the sound of the title he had no idea he had earned.

“I am.”

“Can I talk to him? Please? I have questions.”

“Let me ask.” He heard him chuckle, “You willing to get your ear talked off, Bear?”

He heard the sound of skin hitting fabric.

“Ow!”

It was followed by the noise a kid makes when they stick out their tongue, followed by a much deeper version of the same.

He could easily picture Razzikel’s ruggedly handsome dark gray face, violet eyes filled with mischief, as he stuck out his tongue.

The image warmed his chest while at the same time set his heart to aching. It had been over a decade since they had seen each other face to face. Not since before Razzikel’s late husband had passed.

Silvanus have mercy, he missed the man terribly.

But he had a niece now. And she needed him. So he pushed the feelings to the side.

“I am willing if it is alright with you.”

“Let me hand it to her then.” He heard excited squealing from the other end.

“What do I do?” He heard her whisper.

“Just speak into it.”

“Okay.” There was a pause before,“Hi Uncle Halsin. Can you hear me?”

He nearly cried but held himself together.

“I can hear you, little one.”

There was another squeal followed by, “My name is Brionna but you can call me Bri. Uncle Razz has told me a lot of stories about you!”

He couldn't help the wide grin on his face, “Oh he did did he?”

“Yeah! He said you used to do a lot of stuff together and that you rescued him from being stuck as a wolf and that people sometimes make jokes about you liking honey, which is rude, honey is delicious, and that you're a really good healer and that you're a…a…” He heard her whisper again, “What was it called again?”

“What do you mean?” Razzikel whispered back.

“Like a druid but like…more. Like he’s really important… Like a..a.. super druid!”

Oak father preserve him.

He had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing as he heard Nettie cover an amused snort.

He could hear the barely held snicker in Razzikel's voice as he replied, “You mean an Archdruid?”

“Yeah! That’s it! But what’s the difference?”

“I am a druid who is the leader of a grove of druids.” Halsin supplied.

“Oh! Like a boss!”

He chuckled, “Close enough.”

“So,” she started, “Since you're a Archdruid you know lots about animals and stuff right?”

“I do.”

“Do you know what a manatee is?”

“No, I am afraid not.” He lied. “What are they?”

He could see Nettie raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye.

“Sea Cows!”

He could sense the info dump on the horizon and settled into his chair with a smile. “Sea cows?”

“Yeah! They are the same size but they have one big fin in the back and two smaller hand fins in front and cute squishy faces and they're all rolly and chubby like a cow and they live in the ocean! But do you know what is special about them?”

“What?”

“They can't be mean!”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because the thing inside people that makes them mean and angry doesn't exist in manatees! They are just sweet and nice all the time and even sharks, the main thing that eats them, doesn't want to because of how nice they are! Isn’t that amazing!”

“That is pretty amazing.”

From across the lab he could see Nettie smiling as she premade some salves they had run out of.

“Also, is it true that you can turn into an animal? Like a cat or…or…a wolf like Uncle Razz?”

“Most druids have this ability, yes.”

“Can you turn into an Owlbear?”

“I can.”

“If we visit, can you turn into one so I can touch your feathers? Uncle Razz says the real one we saw the other day was too dangerous. Especially since she had a cub with her. But she was so pretty and her feathers looked soft and I wanted to touch them so badly but Uncle said she would eat me and I believed him because she was huge!”

He envied Razzikel in this moment, having a child to raise and teach even if it wasn’t his own.

It reminded him of his own lost chance, consumed by the role that was forced on him out of convenience.

He tried to picture Brionna as Razzikel had described her, an energetic spitfire of a child with curly red hair, pale gray skin and violet eyes running around as kids want to do.

His heart ached, but he pushed it aside. He was needed here.

So instead he took his chance to pretend, even if just for a little while.

“If you, your father, and your uncle are able to make it to the grove it would be an honor to become an owlbear for you.”

“Really really?”

Just before he responded he heard a door open and the sound of larger footsteps than Bri’s but lighter than Razzikels walking across the floor.

“Really really.”

He saw Nettie mouth at him teasingly “softie” and just shook his head.

Bri let out a joy filled squeal just before a slightly higher pitched but velvety male voice spoke.

“What did my daughter just get Master Halsin to agree too?’

He heard Razzikel’s deep rumbling laugh as Bri shouted, “Uncle Halsin is gonna turn into an Owlbear for me when we get to visit him!”

“Oh. All right then.”

“Hello Dritz.” He spoke loud enough to hear.

“Hello, Master Halsin. Has she told you about the Manatee’s yet?”

“She has. It’s her current hyperfixarion i take it?”

“It sure is. Been telling everybody who will listen since she read the book about sea creatures you sent. However…you still have preparations to make kiddo. You and your companion start training today, remember?”

“Oh right! Sorry Uncle Halsin, i have to go. We can't come visit you until my cub and i complete enough training to travel. Faster i can learn, the faster we can visit.”

“I understand.”

“Hope to meet you soon! Love you, bye! Here ya go Uncle Razz.”

The sound of boot steps and small feet retreating across the floor was followed by a door slam and a sigh.

“I give it a month tops and we will be on our way.”

“She learns that quickly?”

“She does. She’s like us.”

“It is a good thing your there for her then.”

“If I hadn't, Dritz would have probably had a heart attack from stress by now.”

“Sounds like things are going well.”

“Yeah. It’s been a good spring. How about you? You doing all right?”

He paused debating whether or not to tell him. A part of him really just wanted to unload everything but a much stronger part of him didn't want to burden him with his problems.

So he decided to go somewhere in a vague middle.

“Just the trials and tribulations of being an Archdruid. The stress of leadership etc.”

“You're a shit liar you know.”

He sighed.

Of course he would notice.

“You don't have to give me all the dirty details, i just…” He heard the slight growl he did when he was frustrated trying to find the right words. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to shoulder your burdens alone. Be honest with me. Are you okay?”

Halsin looked over to where Nettie was cleaning up and watched as she nodded, put a finger to her mouth and then left the room.

He closed his eyes, turned back towards the sending stone in his hand, took a deep breath and on the exhale spoke a shaky…

“No.”

“Do you want me to come to you? Dritz and I can train Bri as we travel. We can be there in a week, less if we go off road.”

His heart screamed yes, but his mind…

“Don’t rush yourself on my account, wolf. I will manage.”

“Are you sure?”

No.

“Yes.”

“All right. Just…if it changes, Bear, don't hesitate to call. I’ll come running.”

His very soul was screaming for him to change his mind but he suppressed it…barely.

“I know. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

The sound of familiar dwarven feet running in his direction turned his attention towards the door. A few seconds later Nettie came in, clearly having ran to him as she struggled to catch her breath.

“What is it Nettie? Are you all right?”

“Master Halsin, there is a large group of tieflings at the gate seeking sanctuary. They are refugees from Elturel. They got hit by that Gnoll pack that moved in north of the toll station.”

“Silvanus have mercy.” Halsin turned toward the sending stone.

Before he could say anything Razzikel responded, “I heard. Go help them. We can talk later. Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

“Stay safe.”

“You too.”

The moment the crystal dimmed Halsin was up and jogging towards the direction of the gate.

—

“So…because Elturel was dropped into the hells, tieflings, who look kinda like devils even though they're not, got kicked out of their home?” Bri asked as she rode on Razzikel’s shoulders down the streets of Yartar.

“Yeah.” He responded as he dodged a man running with a cart of cabbages across the street.

“But…they were born that way right? They didn't choose to be tieflings. What happened wasn't their fault. Why did the people hate them so much?”

“For the same reason people hate your uncle and I.” Dritz explained, “Even though we are not Loth Sworn drow, we look close enough to them that others still hate us for what they did.”

“So they got kicked out because they happened to look like the bad guys even though they weren't?”

“Unfortunately.” Razzikel answered.

“That’s not fair!”

“No it isn’t.” He agreed, “But It is the nature of people to fear what they don't understand. Fear turns to hate which in turn often leads to death.”

“So if the tieflings would have stayed, they would have died?”

“Yes.” Dritz responded, “If they stayed they would have been wiped out by the city guard with no one to defend them, at least on the road, they would have a fighting chance.”

“I am glad that Uncle Halsin is helping them then. He’s really nice.”

“That he is.” Razzikel sighed.

“A bit too nice, seeing he is an Archdruid.”

“I know, right? Bear’s always had a big heart. Still boggles me how he got the position.”

Suddenly a strange feeling went down his spine.

It felt like when his late husband Crow would teleport somewhere.

He started to look around just as people several blocks away started ro scream, and the loud sound of a bell tower falling ripped through the air.

“Dad, Uncle, what is that?” Bri asked fear in her voice.

When he looked up to where she pointed, his eyes widened in horror.

It was a nautaloid! And it was coming straight for them!

Quickly he pulled Bri off his shoulders and shoved her into Dritz’s arms as the tentaxles of the mindflayer ship.begam whipping down the street they were on.

The two men ran as fast as they could, as the pop, pop, pop of people getting pulled onto the ship reverberated behind them.

He could feel the ship get closer and closer as they ran, knowing that without a side street to get down, they wouldnt be abke to out run it.

Juat as he saw one, a shadow of one of the tentacles began to fall across Dritz’s back.

There was no way for him to didge it while carrying Bri, so Razzikel made a split second decision.

Bri could live without an Uncle, but she needed her dad.

With a prayer of protection to Crow, his late husband turned god, he tossed himself into Dritz, knocking them both into the alley to safety, leaving him directly in the Nautaloid tentacles path.

The last thing he remebered before the tentacle hit his back was Dritz and Bri screaming his name, while a familiar pair of yellow gold eyes appeared in the shadows behind them.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #bg3 tav #halsin x tav #fanfiction #the roughest of drafts

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elsanna-shenanigans · 2 years

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June Contest Submission #3: If I Could Turn Back Time

Words: ca. 2,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: MCD (but with a good ending), mentions of a car crash, grief Image: Link Song: If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher

If I Could Turn Back Time

Dear Elsa,

At the time, I didn’t know.

I didn’t know about fate, or foolishness, or baffling stupidity disguised as invincibility.

All I knew was that I would do… anything for you.

And yeah, yeah — you were the older sister. You were supposed to be looking out for me; not the other way around. I know.

But you did. You did look out for me. You protected me. And still, this didn’t stop me from feeling like I needed to protect you, too.

I suppose… I suppose the difference is that I failed.

“Fuck this,” Anna dropped her pen and shoved the piece of paper into her bag.

She wasn’t ready to address this head-on. She might never be.

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Dear Elsa,

I’m trying this again.

It’s been a while, so maybe I can … Well. Maybe I can get through it this time and say what I need to say.

One year ago —

“Goddammit,” Anna whispered as tears blurred the few words she had managed to write.

She let her head fall onto her arms, draped across her desk as familiar sobs ripped their way through her chest. They knew the route all too well.

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Dear Elsa,

I’m sorry—

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Elsa.

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Hey, Els.

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Dear Elsa,

Please forgive me.

“God, fuck!” Anna snarled at the paper. How could her feelings still be betraying her? They were keeping her from reaching this one meager goal that might bring her some emotional relief.

“No.” She glared at the page. “We’re doing this.”

Dear Elsa,

It’s my fault that you’re gone.

I’ve known this from the very start, the moment you left. The thing that’s taken me longer to accept is that it’s also your fault. I don’t blame you for it, but I no longer place all the blame on myself. That’s just not healthy.

It’s also not healthy to live in the past, mentally stuck on that day when my life changed forever — yet I can never seem to stop going over and over those events in my head. All day, every day.

Maybe if I’d done something different, you’d still be here. I can’t help but imagine…

But there’s no use. What’s done is done, and we can’t go back.

No, actually, I think I need to stop being vague. If I’m ever going to — and you know how much I’m shuddering as I write this — heal from this trauma, I need to spell it all out.

It was one year ago. June. We were going to our first Pride. We had both been out for a while, but we were keeping our relationship a secret because — well, obviously. But we were excited for the parade, even you! I know you probably would have rather stayed home and snuggled while reading a book or watching a show, but you also did want to go. I know you did.

And it’s too bad, because we never got there. We’d been arguing about who should drive. I wanted to, but you insisted… and eventually I gave in. So, you drove us. Halfway there, a tree fell into the road right in front of us. I guess it was weakened from the previous night’s thunderstorm. We were way too close; you didn’t have time to react. The car drove right into it, as it was still settling from the fall. When everything got quiet and I regained my senses, I looked over at you and… well, there was a branch that came through the windshield that — uh, you weren’t okay.

It was a freak accident.

And if I just would’ve driven us — if you had just let me drive — we would’ve beaten that tree by minutes. I drive so much faster than you ever fucking did. Or, even if we still ran into the tree, at least I would’ve been in the driver’s seat instead of you.

But I can’t change anything.

So, now you’re gone. I’ve confronted it. And I still don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do now.

Anna

Anna let out a sharp sigh as she signed her name and set her pen down.

She supposed it felt slightly relieving to write out what happened for the first time. But also, seeing those words on the page made it seem even more stupid than it already felt. How could something so simple and meaningless have taken Elsa away from her in an instant?

She would give anything in the world to turn back time and change the way things happened.

This was the only thought consuming her mind as she fell asleep on the desk, freckles smushing against the recently penned words.

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Anna woke up with a start, wiping drool from her cheek and the bare wood of the vanity she’d fallen asleep on.

She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. “What time is it?” she muttered to herself. She was turning around to find the clock on her nightstand when she heard a sound of movement down the hallway and froze.

Before she could decide what to do, a voice filled her ears that instantly dropped her jaw. “Anna? We should get going soon if we want a good spot…” The voice grew louder and trailed off when it reached the bedroom door. A soft knock. “Are your rainbows ready?”

Anna breathed for the first time in a minute and blinked away fast tears, wiping them with her hands. Her heart was racing. How could this — what happened?!

“Els—” her voice came out in a whisper. She cleared her throat. “Elsa?”

The door opened, revealing Elsa in all her glory: pale blonde hair falling over one shoulder, shirt with a rainbow across the chest, pale jeans jacket with various pride pins and buttons, black jeans with ripped holes all across the front of both legs. She had a sincere look on her very-alive face, full of concern as she noted Anna’s appearance. “Baby? You ok?”

“Um…” Anna swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at Elsa. Just stared. At her sister, who she was in love with, who was dead. “I’m — yeah, I’m fine. Just lost track of time.” She tried to smile reassuringly.

She still wasn’t sure what the fuck had happened, how she woke up here with Elsa on the day of the accident. Maybe this was all a dream and soon Anna would wake back up, devastated. But, just in case this was some sort of weird miracle of a second chance… Anna was not going to waste it. She thought for a moment about what the best choice would be, but it didn’t take long to realize it.

Still, she hesitated.

Something told her that if she made this choice, there would be no going back to her original timeline, no matter what this might change. This moment was pivotal: the point of no return.

Elsa stepped closer, still extremely concerned. “Anna? Seriously, are you ok?”

Here goes nothing, she thought. “Actually,” Anna sighed. “I know we’ve both been looking forward to this, but… what if we stayed home? I don’t really feel like going out today.”

Anna looked down and the next thing she knew, Elsa’s arms were enveloping her for the first time in an entire year. She burst into tears. Elsa’s hold tightened, “Shh, of course. Hey, of course we can stay home. It’s okay,” she said, gently rocking Anna from side to side. She placed a hand against the back of Anna’s head, holding her in place. “Shh, it’s okay,” Elsa repeated softly.

Anna sobbed into her sister’s jean jacket — it smelled strongly of Elsa’s magnolia perfume — for a few more minutes before she thought she might be able to hold it together long enough to lean back and look at her. She finally sniffled and pulled slightly away, giving Elsa the signal to loosen her hold a little. “Yeah,” Anna said, breathlessly. “I think it is okay.”

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It wasn’t long before Anna was walking into the living room, carrying an extra blanket and her water bottle. Elsa was already there, laying across the moss-green velvet couch. She looked like she had always belonged there, with her bright hair contrasting against the moody exposed-brick wall behind the couch. The plants scattering the room were vibrant, effortlessly matching the green upholstery, as if Anna hadn’t just spent an entire year neglecting them in her grief.

It was hard not to stare in amazement around this space she was supposed to recognize. It was hard not to be amazed by all of this life that had bounced back from death. Or, that had never died at all, it would seem.

There was natural light illuminating the space from one side, but it was aided by the string lights on the wall, a few strategic candles, and of course the smile that graced Elsa’s face when she saw Anna in the doorway. “Anna!” She smiled brightly. “Come here, I already made popcorn. We just have to pick what to watch.”

A warm buzzing sensation overcame Anna as she made her way to the couch and laid across it with Elsa. “Anything gay,” she replied, cuddling close into Elsa’s body.

“I knew you’d say that,” Elsa laughed, leaning forward to kiss the side of Anna’s head.

Anna leaned more firmly into her, closing her eyes to relish the feeling.

Suddenly, Anna was faced with the knowledge that she had been so shaken by the sudden situation, she hadn’t even gotten to kiss Elsa yet. Anna twisted herself around to face her on the couch.

Elsa seemed slightly surprised, either by her girlfriend’s sudden movement, or the intense look in her eyes. “Babe—? Oomph!”

Anna didn’t wait another moment before silencing Elsa’s lips with her own.

It was everything she’d been missing — she could feel every single day of Elsa’s absence in the shape of her lips and, simultaneously, they kissed like they hadn’t missed out a single day together. Anna supposed both statements were true for them in that moment. Only Elsa still didn’t know what Anna had just been through, even as she pulled Elsa closer and their lungs begged for air and Anna grasped at blonde roots with reverent fingers.

She needed more. She needed everything.

She needed to put off the conversation a little longer, and she knew exactly how she’d like to do that.

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An unknowable amount of time later, the two young women lay in their bed together, half covered with a lightweight bed sheet. Anna laid on her stomach, partly across Elsa, giving her access to absent-mindedly scratch her freckled back. As Elsa’s arm moved back and forth, slowly dragging gentle, trimmed nails across Anna’s back, Anna was busy planning what to say.

Eventually, she spoke in a soft voice, “Elsa, you trust me right?”

“Of course.” The backscratch continued without a hiccup.

“And if I said I was being serious, you’d believe whatever I said? Even if it sounds… wild?”

The nails paused for a moment. “That’s… concerning, but yes. Obviously, I’d believe anything from you.”

“Okay,” Anna murmured. “Okay… What about if I said I’ve lived this day before? And it went ….very differently?”

“What do you mean?” Elsa asked with concern.

“I mean,” Anna took one last deep breath. “I recently lived through a time when we left for the parade and we never made it there.”

The back scratch stopped.

“I don’t know how I came back — like here, today, now… but I lived for an entire year without you. We were in a car accident and you—,” Anna propped herself up partly with her arms to look Elsa in the face. “You didn’t make it, Els.”

The painful and confused look on Elsa’s face didn’t slow Anna down. She continued, “I lost you, and it was real. I was grieving, and I wasn’t very fucking good at it. I didn’t know how to live without you, for months and months, even earlier today! Today has been so… fucking weird. I fell asleep after I wrote a cathartic letter to you — dead you — and then I woke up here with you — alive you — backwards in time one year to the day everything changed.”

Elsa’s face had become almost expressionless after trying to express too many things at once. Mostly, she was shocked. “So… So, that’s why you didn’t want to go to Pride today?” She said slowly, putting together pieces in her head. “You needed us to avoid the accident that killed me the first time. And this is the first you’ve seen of me in an entire year?”

Anna nodded.

“And now… you just get to stay here? You fixed the thing that caused my death and now we both get to live happily ever after?”

“I told you everything I know,” Anna said. “I don’t know how I got back here, or why, but I have to assume I’m here to stay now.” She let herself lay back down onto Elsa, cuddling close. Her voice became slightly muffled, “It feels like I’ve been gifted this opportunity to get you back, and I’m more grateful than you could imagine… but I’m also terrified. I don’t know how I came back through time, so what if it yeets me right back and I lose you again? I don’t… I don’t think I could survive that another time,” she finished in a whisper.

Elsa rubbed reassuring circles on Anna’s back. “I’m not going to let that happen. Do you hear me?”

Anna made a pitiful, muffled noise.

“If we have to stay in this house forever in order to keep us both safe and together, we’ll figure it out. I’m not leaving you again, and I’m sure as hell not letting you go without a fight.” Elsa ran her fingers through Anna’s hair, causing her to finally look at her. Frightened green eyes met Elsa’s. “Do you understand, Anna? I will protect us.”

Anna closed her eyes, forcing her fear to retreat. Elsa was right. Nothing could tear them apart this time. She opened her eyes with a new determination and nodded her head. “I believe you.”

“Good,” Elsa said, pulling Anna closer. “Now, do you want more cuddles, or are you hungry? I guess it’s been a while since you’ve had my mean mac and cheese…”

Anna’s head perked up like a dog who’d just been asked if it wanted to go for a walk. “You would make me mac and cheese?”

Elsa couldn’t keep herself from smiling. “Of course.”

“Yes, please!” Anna said, while still holding tightly to Elsa’s torso. “You’ll have to do it with me attached, though. I am not letting go any time soon.”

#elsanna #june 2022 contest #prompt: point of no return #submission #cw: mcd

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11:37 PM 11/2/2022

I have known for my entire life that I hate myself. I seriously just dont know from where I get this anger. Something I can tell you that for sure I am confident, well, sometimes... At this very age of 24, going out is a problem.

I have the craving of going out but when it finally happens its just like, earth please swallow me, or getting under a bus because of being nervous of peoples bloody opinion.-

I smoke weed like hell, drink like a fish, and work like a donkey. And guess what? At this very age of 24 Im still wankering about a lot of stuff and, basically stuck. I for sure have passions and vocations, but a fucking job wont allow you to grow outside of THEIR OWN COMFORT ZONE, its like if you belong to them and then the salary just bloody fucking sucks mate, now fuck that fam!!

So, going back to the anger, and hating myself... NICE upbringings as a child, got to travel, had great schools, amazing sports permofance and excelling, sociable, and just innocent you know... Thats how I could call it? Because at that age of course your dont know shit about how the real world works, things like investing, finance, communication, business funding, image developing, personal mentality growth, goal aspects and so much more. It's just bloody bullocks weird to imagine that sometimes you think you doing things right and then encounter to understand, find out, seek and study how actually the " real " sauce on this so called thing Earth we call.

Might say additionally, that to me this is a nefarious, impulsive, full of disgrace, unholy and unhearted place to exist in and live on. Let's just analyze what the fuck this is... if you provide focus to your dreams, goals and ambitions you're a fucking freak, but working for someone for 40-50 years without ever having a break and conciously complaining about it... Isn't being freak and fucking weirdo? Like common fam, don't get fucking stupid 'ere.

My parents where somehow present here and there... I would say Dadda was more present than Mamma to be honest. Apparently my father was more calm and my mother more aggressive. Toward the many years that have gone by I've just gathered knowledge and experiences that taught me how to act, think and feel and it was all by myself. And, that's what I think its fucking mad and nuts fam.-

How cold you leave a child to deal with his emotions alone? Anger, fear, neglection, denial, abuse, bullying, negativeness, opression and worst of all... Hate. Mother " used to be like this " says she always, but I know the story already. An apology fixes everything, right? To my belief, parents aren't those who give only creation and birth to a creature, is more than that. Father represented more; calmness, chillness, softness, mentality, approach, laughter and love.

Quite a combination for the creation I am right? Left one thing, right the other. Yup, sounds like me though matey, sound like me. From all aspirations, goals, dreams and ambitions I have, I seriously can't decide wether the fuck to do from all of them, wel... Right now aspiring to modelling and fashion desgining ( which is going great and amazing so far ) but I know I can get further than this... I love psychology, and investing and business too.

However; my personality outside something and in the inside it's just something else. People that get to know me really profoundly do know this and specially women. I think I've adopted a lot bad things, attitudes and feeling towards the world in many ways because of the describes aspects before from my parents and unbringings. Worked their asses off, busted their heads and bodies so they could give me everything I had from tip to toe my lad. So yeah, totally understand the fact they were doing that in order to provide and that's why sometimes they could and sometimes they couldn't...

Be there... Football matches, Science Fairs Expos, School Theatre Night, Head Masters Office when getting expelled or suspended from school, detention, parents request and even birthday's. Soo much anger, deception, depression, neglect, fear, impotence, stress, frustration, sadness and the worst of all... Hate. Even with my father being who he was this was what I felt as a kid... Everywhere... School, Friends House, Movie Theatre, Park, Playing football, going out with " friends ". Have a friend who kind of knows me well, you know, profoundly; he stated long time ago... " It's like if you have a demon inside and an angel outside, you have a battle that no one can help you ".

12:19 AM 11/3/2022

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Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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offbrandhange · 3 years

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AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

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dasomlimie · 3 years

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Heyyy! I hope ur doing okay if ur requests r open can l request reader asking if she can see whats under sanzu’s mask like that one scene in naruto where he tried so hard to see kakashi’s mask something similar and funny like that take ur time l love ur work <333

%% BEHIND THAT MASK! #!/

characters : aged up!—Sanzu Haruchiyo

a/n : i cant believe im rewrtiting this sorry if this is half assed tumblr didn't save my draft earlier, enjoy ig

Sanzu Haruchiyo..... your masked bf sometimes you were wondering what behind that mask but ofc you wanted to respect his boundaries and dont want to make him uncomfortable, but curiousity start to eat you alive so you have a little plan in your mind

sometimes there's a lot of idea in your mind on why Sanzu didn't remove his mask, maybe he have big lips that unmatched with his face future? or maybe he have crooked teeth? or even worse he doesn't have mouth! but you scratched the last idea since how did he speak if he doesn't have mouth? his nose? yeah that idea once stuck in your head but you decided to remove it because it doesn't make sense at all

you called Sanzu to meet you up infront of a restaurant which he agreed since maybe you were hungry and he is too, you greet Sanzu before taking his hand and walk into the restaurant with him

"today is my treat" you said smiling he raise an eyebrow you were cheerful more than usual "did something good happen?" he ask you shook his head "nope i just wanted to spend time with my lovely boyfriend" you said he nodded start looking at the menu

"are you ready to order?" he ask after a few minutes you nodded letting him call the waiter, you both said your order as the writer write down your order, you noticed Sanzu's order was a heavy meal he probably going to remove his mask

you smile to yourself before mentally patting yourself for coming up with this idea as soon as your food arrived you stare at Sanzu causing him to raise an eyebrow "whats up my love?" he ask you shook your head "nothing eat up" he nod "you too" you nod

you stare as he was about to remove his mask until your phone start ringing you look at the caller ID noticing it was your boss you look at Sanzu "eat first i have to answer this call" you said he nod as he watch your figure walking out from the restaurant

you listen to your boss rant about how her husband keep cancelling their date and how she think he was cheating on her while you were wondering why the hell your boss telling you all of this as she finally hang up you walk into the restaurant only to be greeted by Sanzu scrolling through his phone you blink

"oh baby! what took you too long? oh and im sorry i finished my food first i haven't eat since yesterday" he said giving you closed eyes smile you nod sitting "did you forgot to eat again?" you ask he nod "im very busy yesterday and just go to sleep as soon as i got home" he said you nod

attempt 1 : failed

"want some?" you ask offering your food he shook his head "im full already" he said you nodded visibly deflated "whats up pretty girl? you were all cheerful a while ago" he said chuckling you shook your head from side to side finding a reason and decided to use your boss phone call as your reason "she did it again" you said he pat your head

"did she start ranting to you again? what was is about?" he ask you sigh "about her husband this and that you know the usual why don't they just divorce?" you said leaning to your chair

"maybe you should find a new job if you were that sick of your boss personal life rant" he said you nodded "yeah i should" you said

the second attempt might make him mad but what is life without a little thrill and spice right? right.

you took a deep breath before apologizing gripping the tray in your hand you walk inside the room smiling at Sanzu you walk toward him then purposely trip yourself

you watch everything happen in slow motion how the juice flew and wetting his mask you cheer silently before your face kiss the floor you groan but being muffled by your carpet Sanzu gasp ignoring his wet clothes and mask

"y/n?! are you okay? oh my why are you suddenly become clumsy?" he ask as he help you to get up you have to swallow your image its not even 6 month into your relationship here you are doing stupid things just to what behind his mask

he hiss when he saw your red forehead with a little bloody lips "we should get that lips treated" he suggest you nodded "let me put this away your hoodie was in my closet along with extra mask" you said silently before walking out from the room leaving a little space for you to peak in

you feel your cheeks heat up as you watch his half naked body you silently cheer as he was about to remove his mask when your doorbell rang causing you to curse silent

you keep debating either to look and discover what behind your boyfriend mask or to answer the door you were deep in thought when Sanzu clear his throat his cheeks tinted with rosy pink just like his hair

"i didn't know you're that type of person" he said clearing his throat again you look up before cursing yourself "oh no you got the wrong idea let me go and answer the door ok?" you said walking a little bit too faster "be careful!" Sanzu called as he look you who almost tripped twice

attempt 2 : failed

you look at Sanzu as you keep following—more like stalking—him you tried to make sure you didn't lost him maybe he would remove his mask at the most random time especially when he's alone? yeah thats what you think ,you were now dressed in all black outfit paired with black cap and black mask

yup much like a stalker

you watch him keep turning and leading you to a dark hallways wondering what he was doing here, little did you know he noticed you following him but didn't have any idea it was his girlfriend

"fuck" you curse silently as you lost him you were about to take another turn when someone pull you to opposite turn you yelped both in suprise and pain when your back make a harsh contact to the cold and dirty wall you hiss from how strong someone's grip on your hands is

"who are you and why are you following me?" he ask you stay silent too scared to answer him, Sanzu chuckle "why are you all silent? acting all scared are we?" he said you shiver under his sharp gaze

"i ask you questions" he said you shut your eyes he sigh annoyed and start to loose his patients then decided to remove both your mask and cap you felt his grip on your hands loosening

"y/n?" he said in softer voice than earlier you still shut your eyes tightly slightly trembling "darling look at me" he said as one of hand slither to your waist while the other cup your cheeks thumb caressing your cheeks "open your eyes my love im not going to hurt you" he said you open your eyes slowly meeting his soften gaze

"why are you following me like that? i thought you were one of those people who tried to get me again" he said chuckling you didn't answer instead hugging him burying your face into his chest

"did i scare you that much?" he ask you shook your head as a no, you were actually embarassed of yourself for doing dumb thing to get him to remove his mask

"then why?" he ask hugging you close to him "im sorry" you said he raise an eyebrow "why?" "im sorry for doing dumb thing lately and following you like earlier" you said he chuckled you look up to him

"i get it now" he said removing you from him gently then cup your cheeks with both of his hands "you know you can just ask right?" you pout "i just dont want to make you feel uncomfortable" he shook his head

"you will never im actually waiting for you to ask me by yourself" he said you nodded "then can i uh you know" he nod letting you remove his mask

heart beating loudly Sanzu was prepared from any insult from you yet nothing came our from your mouth, does he freak you out? he was about to apologize when you whispered out a very unexpected word he expects you to say

"beautiful" you said he froze not believing what he just heard "what?" he ask for confirmation "i said beautiful" you repeat before caressing his scars with both of your thumb he sigh in relief

"really? i thought you were going to freaked out" he said you shook your head with confused face while your attention was still on his face "why would i?" you ask

"people always told me its disgusting i thought you would too but apparently not im relieved" you heart broke a little from his words "who the hell said your scars is disgusting?! let me beat them up" you said with determination he shook his head "its okay you were an absolute angel i cant imagine you beating people up" he said pressing a kiss on your forehead

"you look hotter without mask" you whisper he smile "is that so?" he ask you nodded then cover his face with his mask "and only me can see you my beautiful and handsome and hot boyfriend without his mask no one can see your full face they would fall for you" you said he chuckled before ruffling your hair

"whatever you say angel" he said you smile as he lead you out from the hallway just so your know he would use your silly attempt to tease you in the future

attempt 3 : successfully failed

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for better or for worse / bucky barnes

author’s note: this is my first bucky fic so bear with me please; this is my entry for @celestialbarnes 4k writing challenge; i’m sorry this is short and bad

warnings: bad writing, angst, mentions of cheating, fluff and smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

prompt #6 “i guess you didn’t mean it when you said for better or for worse”

taglist: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Bucky has never walked faster in his life. The handle of the plain brown paper bag was almost burning him. He felt as if everybody walking down the street was either staring at him or at the bag. What’s worse, he felt like every person knew what was inside the bag. His heart was beating faster. You were going to kill him. Maybe worse, he feared you were going to freak out, feel violated and then dump him. But on the other hand, he promised you he’d do this. Well, only part of it.

“Fuck.” He whispered. Or he thought he did. When he felt three people turning their heads to him, he pulled his cap down and walked faster to your shared apartment. Once he closed the door, he finally allowed himself to breathe. Leaning over the door, he took his cap and ran his fingers to his now shorter and quite sweaty hair.

“Why are you all flushed? And what’s in the bag?” Before Bucky could register Sam’s voice, he drew his knife out and threw it at where he heard him. Sam was quick to react and moved his head in the nick of time.

“What the hell, Sam?” Bucky walked up to the wall where the knife was now stuck. That was going to be hard to explain to you. “How did you get in?”

“Did you also shop for lingerie back in the thirties?” Sam’s voice was overshadow by the sound of wrinkling tissue paper.

Bucky almost flew and ripped the bag from Sam’s hand, ripping the bag in the process and making the contents of the bag explode in every direction. “That’s none of your business. Now you need to go.” He said as he pushed his business partner out the door.

Before he could close it, Sam stopped him. “Listen, I wouldn’t have peeked if I knew those were going to be in there. It was payback from that time I got donuts for my nephews.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Say hi to Y/N for me.” Sam said as he walked to the elevator.

For the second time, Bucky leaned against the door. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to go shopping for underwear. But he had promised you to replace the thong he ripped from your body. The memory of your small moans against his neck as you two tried new things flooded his mind. The two of you have never tried quickies in forbidden places but he couldn’t bear the thought of not talking to each other anymore. Which was the other reason why he decided to buy you one or maybe four more lingerie sets. The very same sets that were now thrown everywhere.

As he picked them up, he could only imagine how you would look in them. That image and the memory of the last time you two made love made his pants considerably tighter but you wouldn’t be home for another six hours. Maybe he could wait for you. Prepare dinner and wrap his presents for you.

Who was he kidding? The smallest thought of you had him craving you hard. And since he couldn’t have you right now, he was left with one thing to do.

Six hours later, you closed the door behind you and dropped your stuff, your keys getting caught with your scarf that also fell. “Shit.” You whispered under your breath. As you bent down to pick them up, something from underneath the couch caught your attention. “What the hell?” Your finger was almost burning as the little piece of fabric hung from it. It was a pastel blue and lace and there wasn’t almost any fabric to it. What was worse, it wasn’t yours.

I swear to God, if he cheated on me...

The opening of the door, awoke Bucky from his nap. “Hi, doll.” His smile almost made you forget about the incriminatory thong. The anger in your eyes made him sober up and sit up. “Doll?”

“Don’t call me that, James. What the fuck is this?!” You threw the fabric to his face. As soon as he took it from his face, his eyes widened. “I guess you didn’t mean it when you said for better or for worse.”

“Doll? Doll, it’s not what it looks like!” He yelled after you and almost caught you but you shut the bathroom door on his face. The first wave of shock simmered down and the reality of the situation caught up to you. He didn’t deny it but the look on his face was an answer, right? What if he didn’t? But what if he did? Oh, God, you almost threw up at the thought...

You were snapped out of it when the door was opened — or rather ripped off its hinges quite easily. Curse his vibranium arm, you thought.

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No.” Bucky said as he came closer to you. “No, I didn’t. I would never.” His hands cupped your cheeks and his thumbs wiped away the few tears that came out. The look on your face broke his heart. He hates that he wasn’t careful enough with his present for you. And more importantly, that yesterday’s fight led to you not trusting him anymore.

“Whose thong is that then?” You sniffled.

Bucky smiled slightly at you. He took your hand and led you to the kitchen pantry where he kept your present for the time being. He rummaged through the contents of the gift bag and pulled out the exact same panties he ripped off you. “Remember yesterday when I promised I’d buy you another?” You nodded and felt embarrassment fill you. “I might have gotten carried away and bought some sets I think you might like but I can always return them if you don’t like them, well except for the blue one because the tag is ripped off. I’m going to make Sam pay me back if you don’t like that one-”

You cut him off by pulling him down to your height and kissing him. His beard was slightly scratching you but you didn’t care. He went through all the trouble and bought you stuff the both of you might enjoy. The thought of this hundred-year-old man going out and do something like that made you feel so stupid but so incredibly loved and special.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Bucky said as he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he led the two of you to the couch. “I can see how this could be misinterpreted.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Well I’m sure you can make it up to me.” Bucky smirked as he laid back on the couch, leaving you straddling his hips. “If you want to of course.”

You placed a finger on his mouth. “How can I not want to when you are the sweetest old man? Wait, that didn’t sound as sexy as I hoped.”

Bucky chuckled, placing his hands underneath your shirt and rubbing circles on your hips. “Good thing I know what you mean... and that I don’t look my age.”You frowned and crossed your arms. “I’m kidding, doll.” His palms moved to your back and pulled you to him, your lips meeting his as soon as you were close enough.

“Bucky.” You moaned against his lips, his kiss leaving you breathless and wanting more. “Bucky, please.”

“What do you need, doll?”

“I need you...” You moaned again as his lips kissed underneath your jaw. “Make love to me please.”

“Gladly, doll.” His hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you. Your hands were quick to unclasp your bra and throw it on the floor.

Both of your hands bumped into each other as you tried to unbutton each other’s jeans. “You do yours and I’ll do mine.” You stood up to take off yours along with your pants and he wriggled until he got them off, his boxers included. Once more, you straddled his hips and bent down to kiss him again.

“Ouch.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked you as he examined your face, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Something poked me.”

Bucky chuckled. “I guess I’m a little excited.”

You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t you.” You moved your hand in between your bodies and pulled out a... tag? “James Buchanan Barnes, did you spent seventy dollars on me? Wait, no, you got more stuff. How much did you spend on me?”

“It was my pleasure, doll. Just like it’s my pleasure to do this.” He repeated his actions from before and pulled you down but this time, his lips took one of your nipples into his mouth, kissing it and licking it as his vibranium arm played with the other bud, instantly erecting it with the cold metal.

“Bucky.” You moaned again as you bucked your hips against his, his hard cock rubbing your clit.

“Wrap your cunt around me, doll.” He said as he switched his lips to your other breast.

Blindly, you positioned yourself and slowly sank down onto him. Your hands gripped his shoulders hard at the delicious stretch but he didn’t complain. “Bucky, fuck! Bucky, Bucky!” You moaned out loud as you were filled completely by him.

“That’s it, doll. You feel so good, so tight, so warm.” Bucky never thought he’d be able to enjoy this level of pleasure and he never did until he met you.

You started off by moving your hips lazily, still feeling the stretch from his big cock. As the pleasure built, you sat up straight and placed your hands on his chest. You needed something to support yourself as Bucky decided you were ready to bounce on him. He gripped your hips and helped you move up and down, leaving you breathless.

“Y-you are s-so big, Bucky.” You breathed out as you tried to match the buck of his hips.

“And you are squeezing me too much, sweetheart. I’m close.” Bucky grunted out and took your hands in his.

You opened your eyes and looked at him as your bouncing slowed down. He looked beautiful underneath you, his eyes shut and always the gentleman, he held it in so you could come first. Not that he’d need time to recover, he was a super soldier after all but it was the thought that counted. But you wanted him to enjoy the ride so you started...

“Y/N, no.” Bucky said in between moans. “Doll...”

Your voice was breathless as you started spelling his name. “Just relax, Bucky and fill me up.” As soon as you said those words, he pinned your hands behind your back and brought you down to him.

With a short margin, he was able to drill into you for what felt like forever and even after you were squeezing him for all he was worth, he didn’t let up until the amount of Bucky coming out of your mouth decreased considerably and also when he felt your juices combined with his were running down both your legs.

With shaky legs, you tried and sat up. Your walls still throbbing around his cock. “Let’s stay like this for a bit and then we can take a bath.” Bucky suggested, voice still breathless.

“Okay.” You whispered as you rested your cheek on his chest. “By the way, how did you know what store to go to?”

“How could I not know, doll? I love you and I know what makes you happy.” Bucky felt how you tensed at his words. “What is it?”

“I still feel bad for not trusting you.”

Bucky brought his hand to brush your hair in comfort. “Don’t apologize, love. If it had been the other way around, I’d probably have thought the same.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head. “And I meant what I said yesterday, for better or for worse. Life will take weird turns but we are going to get through them together. It’s you and me.”

“Who would’ve thought Sergeant Barnes could be so soft?” You teased him but knew he meant it.

“Maybe you could model the lingerie for your Sergeant?”

“Way to ruin the moment, James.”

“You love me.”

“I do love you, Bucky. For better and for worse.”

#bucky barnes #mine #grown up talk #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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solarwonux · 3 years

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~8:00pm~

college!wonwoo x f!reader

warnings: smut, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, soft!dom wonu.

note: enjoy let me know your thoughts. Requests are open so if anyone wants to send any in I will accept lol. Thank you for reading,xx

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The minute the library closed, Wonwoo had his hand wrapped around your wrist, hastily pulling you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library. He wasted no time in pinning you against a bookshelf. The wooden shelves digging into your lower back as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving behind light bruises in their wake. “You’ve been teasing me all day.” He mumbled against your neck. He bit down gently, grabbing one of your thighs and wrapping it around his waist, grinding himself into your clothed core.

“I bet everyone here thinks you’re an innocent angel, but the pictures and videos I have on my phone say otherwise.” He pulled away from your neck, one of his hands tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm resting against your cheek as his thumb caressed your red candy stained lips, from the lollipop you had indulged in earlier. And you were sure that was what finally had sent him over the edge. “Isn’t that right angel.” He teased. A smirk appearing on his face, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smiled reaching over and pushing his glasses up. Your mouth opening up taking in his thumb. Your warm tongue running over the pad of his finger teasingly. He watched you with hunger in his eyes. A guttural groan falling out of his lips. His mind going back to how beautiful your lips looked around the cherry red lollipop you were sucking on earlier. He could still hear the noises you were quietly making while you sat in between him and Minghao at the front desk. The teasing glint in your eyes when you had turned to face him, sending him a wink. And he knew he wasn’t going to survive the minute the two of you were alone.

“Why don’t you show me what those innocent lips of yours can do princess?” He breathed out furrowing his eyebrows as you moaned around his thumb before releasing it with a pop.”Yes sir.” You smirked placing your hands against his chest and pushing him away, backing him up into the shelf behind him. “Do you think they can hear us?” You cocked your head to the side. You slid your hand down his front palming him, watching in satisfaction as he threw his head back in pleasure. It always amazed you how fast you could get him to melt underneath your touch.

“I think I want your pretty mouth around my cock before Minghao comes looking for us.” He said, one of his hands finding its way into your hair and tugging it. A whine escaping your mouth and you found yourself sinking down to your knees unbuttoning his dark jeans in the process. “What will your fangirls think when they find out that the nerdy librarian has a dark side and is fucking his coworker.” You teased taking him out of his boxers. You spit onto the palm of your hand before wrapping it around his length, moving it slowly.

“Frankly, I don’t give a shit.” He sighed his grip in your hair tightening. “Put that mouth to work before I fuck it.”

“I think I’d like that.” You smirked looking up at him doe-eyed your hand working on him at an agonizingly slow pace. You knew his patience was wearing thin just taking in the annoyed furrow on his face. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you stuck your tongue out taking the white pearl-sized bead of pre-cum that had formed on his reddened head. A content sigh falling out of your lips. “Tastes good.” You nodded in approval before connecting your lips onto the side of his cock kissing down it gently.

“B-Been drinking pineapple juice.” He sighed pushing your head onto him signaling he wanted more. But after all the work you had gone through to get him this worked up you weren’t going to give into him as easily. That might’ve been cruel on your part but Wonwoo had done worse to you in the past. This was just your cruel form of revenge and you were enjoying every second of it. “That works?” You questioned wrapping your lips around his angry head, running your tongue over the slit. “Don’t know you tell me?” He smirked gripping your hair tightly pushing your head down his shaft with caution. His other hand gripping the bookshelf until his knuckles started turning white. And oddly you were afraid he would break it.

You relaxed your mouth, taking him in as much as you could. The heat and wetness sending a chill up his spine as he tried everything in his power to not take over the reins like he usually did. You started bobbing your head around him, your hand moving along with you. Groans spilling out of his mouth as he watched you with intensity and fever. His cock sliding in and out painting the most sinful picture in his mind and he desperately wished he had his phone on him so he could add the image to his collection. His threaded fingers in your hair pulling the rest into a makeshift ponytail. As your name quietly spilled out of his mouth like a mantra. One he found himself repeating over and over again when he was with you or alone in his room.

Wonwoo threw his head back as you took more of him in your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag around him. His head perking up at the sound looking down at you and your flushed out cheeks. Fear running through his features when he noticed your watering eyes. You blinked rapidly loving the way he felt of having him on your tongue. Loving the way the air in your lungs was escaping. The adrenaline and dirtiness of it all enough to send you over the bender, and you desperately wanted his touch.

You dug your nails into his clothed thighs keeping him in place swallowing around him. The feeling sending him into a frenzy as you pulled away slowly. An immoral string of spit connecting you to him making you whimper as you sat back regaining your breathe. The elevator located a number of bookshelves away signaling that Minghao had finally made it onto the floor gave you the determination you needed to finish Wonwoo off.

“Don’t make a sound.” You winked before taking him in your mouth again. This time you wasted no time in pleasuring him. He let go of your hair as he gripped the the bookshelf behind him, as he started thrusting himself into your mouth fast. And you sat back letting him as he praised you for taking him like the good girl he knew you were. And with a few more hard thrusts he came crying out your name, spilling himself inside your mouth. One of his hands finding its way into your hair again and holding you against him as he rode out his orgasm. Your eyes finding his as the lust behind them grew darker and more intense. A satisfied moan left your lips as his bittersweet substance hit your taste buds and you wasted no time swallowing everything he had given you.

“Can’t believe you just sucked me off in the back of the library.” He breathed out guiding his cock away from your mouth making you pout. He laughed lowly at your reaction reaching over to wipe the corner of your mouth. You opened it and took his thumb in and closing your eyes and humming. And if it weren’t for Minghao’s footsteps getting closer and closer to the two of you, he would’ve bent you over and fucked you until you couldn’t walk. He retreated his hand tucking himself inside his pants again.

“You say that like this is the first time that’s happened.” You scoff getting up from your knees, reaching over and placing a soft peck against his lips. “By the way the pineapple juice is working.” You winked patting his chest lightly leaving him breathless as he watched you exit the aisle of dusty bookshelves. You spotted Minghao as his face grew into a wide smile and his strides got longer.

“I heard a scream did something happen?” He questioned stopping once he got in front of you. You blushed and looked back to find Wonwoo exiting the same aisle and smoothing out his hair. Your eyes growing wide as you wondered what state of dishevelment you were currently experiencing. “Woo saw a spider and freaked.” You smiled turning back to face the other boy in glasses. “Like always I had to come and save the day.”

“Don’t believe her it’s the other way around.” He teased and pushed his glasses up his nose, stopping a few feet behind you.

“Right, okay,” Minghao shook his head before turning to face you. A gentle smile adorning his features, enough to get your heart racing like you were back in high school. “Well I’m leaving now so you guys wouldn’t mind closing up right?” He scratched the back of his neck, a quirk of his that only seemed to appear when he was nervous and around you. “Yeah, I think Wonwoo and I can manage, we still haven’t put back the textbooks that were returned today.” You smiled giving Minghao a nudge on his shoulder. Wonwoo’s finally coming to stand next to you causing the butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The arousal that had pooled up between your legs as you were pleasing him getting worse when you felt his body heat lure you in.

“Night then.” He nodded. “See you at home Woo.” Minghao smiled raising an eyebrow as he looked between the two of curiously. For a moment you feared he had caught on and you knew Wonwoo thought the same as you felt his body tense up next to you. Instead he opened his mouth and then closed it before shrugging and turning around to leave. “I’ll close tomorrow night as a thank you.” He said over his shoulder and rounded the corner leading up to the front desk and out of your line of sight. You let out a low sigh of relief, managing to take a step forward before getting pulled back in by Wonwoo’s arm. Your back hitting his chest.

“Sometimes I hear him getting off to you, moaning your name as if he has no shame.” He whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe in the process. Your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth, holding back a moan. You felt Wonwoo’s hand make its way underneath your t-shirt, resting his palm against your stomach. You whimpered throwing your head back, melting underneath his touch. A knowing smirk appearing on his face before he attacked your neck again. This time making sure he was leaving his prominent marks on you.

“Tell me princess would you let him play with you the same way you let me if I wasn’t around.”

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WHAT BENNY DOESN'T KNOW | Chapter 6

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: Things get heated on the mountainside then five months later Santiago knocks on your door asking for a favour.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 3997

A/N- Hey guys thank you so much for your love on this series, after the heaviness of the last chapter this one is more story development for how we ended up at chapter 1. It's split into three parts; the boys interaction on the side of the mountain, Santiago coming to your flat to ask for a favour and you meeting with Frankie in a diner to collect on that favour for Santi. This is the second to last chapter and I am currently working on the final chapter so we can end this story and Friday on a high! In the meantime I hope you enjoy.

PART SIX | TRIPLE FRONTIER

Without you, the mission had become a shit show. Five days full of reckless testosterone clouded decisions that had lead to them trekking across the Andes, millions of dollars literally being lost over the side of a cliff, three different gunshot wounds between the group and multiple dead bodies; including Tom's. The sun had almost fully set now, just a dull hazy glow on the horizon as Santiago, Will and Frankie lay back against the bags of money, waiting for the younger Miller to return. The tension was thick between them and not just because of the multiple fuck ups or the fact they had lost a friend.

Each one of them had brought up your name at some point during this trip, wondering if things would have been different if you had been there. A strong team of six instead of five. Santiago had watched Frankie subtly flinch, every time he heard your name and although he himself wished you had been there, he could clearly see now why you had said no. He still didn't completely know what had happened between you and Frankie other than what he found out that one night in Italy; but he knew if you had been on this mission with them right now, the team would be even weaker, not stronger.

“I'm gonna say something. Are you listening?” Frankie's voice said strongly, breaking the stoic silence that had befallen the three men since Benny had left their company.

“Yeah.” Santiago murmured, acknowledging the statement.

“We gotta get back on our game.” Frankie said. “Enough of this. It stops now. You Understand?”

“Copy that.” Santiago replied.

Frankie had ended up spending more time than he thought he would thinking about you these last few days. Even with everything that had happened between the two of you, it felt odd to him doing a job like this without you. Over the years and countless missions you had all worked together, you had become a partner to him. His co-pilot, the one who always had his six. The absence of you only served to remind him of how fucked up things were between you now. He felt himself tense anytime one of the boys said your name. He spoke with a venom, anytime he was dragged into a conversation about you. That was until he lost a mule over the side of the mountain.

The rocks had given way bellow the animals feet and he had watched helplessly as it fell to its death, bags of money exploding as they hit rocks. His own mortality truly hit him then. His mind raced to images of his daughter and Laura but then they turned to you and that's where they stayed. Tom's death a day later had only reinforced those thoughts more. If he died on this godforsaken mountain before he had a chance to talk to you and sort everything out, it would be the biggest regret of his life. He needed them all to get back on their A game. He needed to get back to you.

“Why did she say no to the job?” Will's question permeated the silence. It was a question that had been on his mind since the very beginning and one Santiago had tried to avoid and work around the whole mission. Santiago remained quiet, trying to work out the best way to respond.

“Because of me.” Frankie's confession rang out. Will sat up then, looking at Frankie confused, silently asking him to elaborate. Santiago's gaze had also turned to Frankie, but it was a soft look, one of pride that his friend wanted to face up to his demons instead of run from them. Frankie's look back to Santiago was a desperate cry for help. Although he knew they all needed to get this out in the open so they could work better as a team, he also was struggling with how to say it.

“He was sleeping with her.” Santiago tried to say as gently as he could. Although he knew the relationship between you and Frankie had been fucked up, he also knew you were both hopelessly in love with one another, which was what had made things between you so much more complicated.

“Wait. What?” Will stuttered out in shock. “When?”

“About 11 months ago.” Frankie quietly confessed. Will gave Frankie a hard look as he realised he was telling him he had cheated on his partner with you. “Look, I know.” Frankie said in response to the stare, “It wasn't exactly my finest moment.”

“How long for?” Will questioned.

“A couple of months. She broke things off when she found out Laura was pregnant. That's why she took that job in Italy.” Santiago's mind raced as he remembered back to the night he spent with you in Italy, his head dropping sheepishly. He thought if he kept his head low, he'd get away with not having the Italy conversation with Frankie but he was wrong. Frankie had recognised the look on Pope's face and the fact his was currently staring away from them at the rock in front of him, just told him how guilty his friend felt.

Will had watched the exchange, analysing the looks between the two men before him. “What happened in Italy?” he asked, suspecting there was something about your time over seas that they were both privy to and hiding from him.

“Why were you in Italy with her Pope?” Frankie doubled down.

“I went to her first to talk about the job.” Santiago said, only giving half the truth. Frankie fixed him with a hard look, forcing him to elaborate. He wanted to know how that fucking phone call had come about. “Look she wasn't answering my messages so I got on a plane, went over there and-” his sentence hung awkwardly in the air a moment as he tried to decide how to carry on. “Look, I thought that if I got rid of the guy she would be free to come back with me and do the job, but she got mad at me.” Frankie and Will listened intensely as Santiago continued to babble. “Look I did some things and she said some shit to get back at me. Look man I didn't know.” He looked desperately to Frankie.

“But even after you did find out you still fucked her, right?” Frankie's voice bit back. It was more of a statement than a question.

“I'm sorry man, but you should have seen her face.” Santiago felt his cock twitch just at the memory alone. “She freaking begged me Fish.” Santi's voice pleaded, trying to get his friend to understand. Will scoffed in disbelief over the conversation they were having. “Hey.” Santiago said rounding on him, “You would have done exactly the same thing if you were there. You're just bitter because you only got to fuck her the once.”

“HEY!” Frankie's voice cut across Pope.

“No, you don't get to act like you're her knight in shining armour right now and defend her honour, not when you used her like you did.” Santiago snapped back at Frankie.

“I didn't use her.” Frankie attempted to defend himself.

“You fucking snorted coke off her body, fucked her, then went back home to continue playing house with your actual girlfriend. If that's not using her-”

“I told her I fucking loved her and that I wanted to leave Laura, that I was gonna get clean for her and she fucking cut and run on me man.” There was silence as the weight of Frankie's statement hung in the air between them. When Frankie spoke again, breaking the silence, his voice was softer, curious. “Did you make her?” He didn't want to ask but he needed to know. The 60 second phone call had played continuously on a loop around his head ever since it had happened, the words haunting him.

“Yes.” Santiago's voice was timid and he struggled to look at his friend. “If it helps, she really tried to fight it man. I think she liked that it had been your thing.”

“What?” Will questioned, confused by the ambiguous conversation his friends were having in front of him. “What did you make her do?” His voice was worried, protective. Both Frankie and Santiago struggled to meet Will's eyes. “What did you make her do?” he asked again his voice demanding an answer.

“I'm sorry man.” Santiago said.

“He made her squirt.” Frankie said at the same time. Will's expression was one of reserved surprise.

“Wait you both?” Will asked, looking for clarity.

“Yeah.” Santiago said. There was a silence again as the information set in.

Something Santiago had said was weighing on Frankie. “What do you mean she begged you?” Frankie asked him timidly.

“She's been torturing herself man. She feels so guilty about everything that happened, she's just looking for a way she can live with herself.”

“What did you do?” Frankie asked, he was scared of the answer but wanted to know, his own form of punishment.

“Tied her to the bed and edged her to within an inch of her life.” Santiago's statement was slightly rushed and guilty. Will fought to remain silent as he began to picture the scene in his head.

“Did it help? Did it make her feel better afterwards?” Frankie continued to question.

“She's in love with you man.” Santiago said softly. “Those feelings aren't just gonna go away. She's gonna be carrying them around with her for the rest of her life. She's always gonna be stuck wondering what would have happened if things were different. Wondering if there ever would have been a way for you guys.” Santiago's statement left everyone silent once more. None of them brought it up again, but they couldn't stop thinking about it.

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It had been 5 months since you had come home from Italy. 5 months since the boys came back from their trip to South America. Will and Ben had escorted Tom's body back to the states and broken the news to Molly. They stayed with her as she broke the news to her girls and made a point of being there for them whenever they needed.

For 5 months, Will and Benny were the only company outside your family that you saw, but even then you didn't see them as often. None of you met up as a group again. You hadn't even heard from Santiago, that was until he showed up on your doorstep late one Saturday afternoon. “Hey Querida, I need your help.”

You reluctantly let him in, ushering him inside your small apartment. “What do you want Santi?” you asked as you continued to hover near the front door.

“I've got this job-”

“Nope, no way.” you quickly cut in. “After what happened in South America, I don't think so. Besides I thought that was supposed to be your last job. You said you were retiring.” you folded your arms across your chest defensively.

“I know, I know. But this isn't like that job.”

“Are you determined to burn every friendship you've ever had?” you spat at him, a warning to choose his next words very carefully. Will and Benny had told you everything when they got home. Both of them were shells of the men they once were, it almost pained you to be around.

Santiago collapsed onto the sofa, his head hung in his hands. “I know I fucked up.” he said slowly. “It was a shit job. I wanted to be able to just let it go and move on but I can't. I can't let that be the last job I did. The last thing that defines my career for me.” You softened at the broken man's words.

“What's the job?” you tentatively asked him.

“Corrupt cop.” he said, finally lifting his head from his hands.

“What?” you questioned slightly shocked. You had not been expecting that but you were immediately invested and Santiago knew it.

“He's based along the border between Columbia and Brazil. Been taking bribes and working with the cartels down there for years. With Lorea out of the way he's kind of stepped up to the plate behind the scenes, but he's nothing without his money.”

“So it's just getting the money, then getting back out.”

“Yes.”

“I'm assuming because he's a corrupt cop this is all gonna be done off the books.”

“That's why I need the team. The whole team.”

“They'll never go for it. Not if it's coming from you.” Santi looked at you then, his eyes pleading. You could read his mind without having him say it. “No.”

“They'll do it for you.” he said getting up.

“No, I'm not lying to them.”

“Please.” he said placing his hands on your arms. His eyes were desperate, “I need this.” You couldn't help but look at him with pity. He was far from the man who had teased you in Italy just a few months back. You could see the effects of his last failed mission clear on his face and his body. The dark circles under his eyes from nights of restless sleep. The extra patches of grey scattered amongst his dark curls. All he wanted was one last good job so he could rest in peace and think back on the glory days with fondness. He needed an excuse to make things right with his friends.

“Fine.” you reluctantly agreed. “But if they are gonna believe this is my job, you are gonna have to really let me take charge of this. You gotta give me everything you know.”

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Getting Will and Benny to agree had been easy. You had brought it up over beers one Sunday afternoon. They hated corrupt cops as much as you and Santi and although they had been a little apprehensive when you told them Santiago was also going to be on the mission, they still agreed to go anyway for you. Frankie on the other hand was probably going to be a little trickier.

You asked him to meet you at a local diner on a Saturday morning. The sun was streaming through the windows onto your little booth. You couldn't tell if it was just the heat from the sun, shining through the glass making you feel like you were in a green house or just your anxiety at seeing Frankie for the first time since he had told you he loved you, but you felt like you were suffocating. You were contemplating abandoning this whole thing and bolting for the door when he finally walked in, the little bell ringing out, drawing your focus to him.

He looked good. He was wearing his favourite t-shirt, an unbuttoned shirt thrown over the top, the sleeves of which were rolled up, showing off his muscular arms. You became aware you were staring and quickly dropped your eyes to the half full cup of coffee, that now sat cold in your hands in front of you.

“Hey.” he said as he approached the table. You looked up at him, your nerves clear on your face.

“Hey.” your voice came out unsure. You wished you could just put on a fake smile and pretend like everything was okay, but the guilt monster that had grown attached to you since you last saw each other wouldn't let you.

He shuffled into the booth across from you as a waitress came over with a pot of coffee. You eagerly held out your own mug for a top up while Frankie flipped over the cup in front of him. “A stack of blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon?” the young girl questioned Frankie as she poured coffee into his cup.

“Actually no, I already ate.” he replied shooting her a forced half smile.

“Very well.” the younger girl said. “Anything for yourself sweetie?” she turned to ask you.

“Umm, no thank you, the coffee's fine.” you said, raising the cup in your hand as you said it.

“Very well then.” the waitress said with an exaggerated smile.

“Thanks Candace.” Frankie said as she walked away.

“Candace? Blueberry pancakes and bacon?” you questioned Frankie once she was out of earshot.

“Yeah. I got in the habit of coming in after early NA meetings.” he told you, his fingers twisting the mug of coffee in his hands as he waited on your response.

“You look good Frankie.” you said, finally being able to find a smile for him. His eyes met yours, they were hopeful, soft. It made you wonder what had happened to him in South America that had him come out of the trip looking far less scathed than the others. You assumed it had something to do with coming back alive for his little girl, a reminder to live the best life he could with her.

“Thank you.” he said. “You look good too.” you could tell by the way he said it that he meant it, even if you didn't feel like it. “So what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Frankie had smiled fondly when your name had popped up on his phone asking him to meet you. After everything that had happened in South America he had been eager to contact you but he had a few things he needed to deal with first.

He had broken things off with Laura as soon as he'd gotten home. They had sat down and had a long conversation, Frankie coming clean about all of it. He expected her to be furious, to scream the house down, throw all of his stuff out onto the front lawn and tell him he couldn't see their daughter ever again; but she surprised him when she told him she had known he was in love with you all along. He moved into the spare bedroom while he looked for a place of his own and made an effort to regularly talk and work out the situation. He was so grateful when she told him he could see Lilah as often as he wanted and he ended up spending a lot of his free time at the house with her, not wanting to miss a single moment as she continued to grow.

“I know after the shit show that was Santiago's job you'll probably want to say no, but I need your help on a job. They other guys are already in, I just need my pilot, my mission partner.” you said trying to lay it on thick.

“I'm in.”

He had said it without hesitation. He'd do anything for you, even if it meant trekking across the Andes again. “Wait, you don't want me to tell you what the job is?”

“It doesn't matter. You need me, I'm all in.” he said leaning back into the booth. “Besides if you've gotten the other guys to agree...” he left the statement open as he brought his coffee cup up to his lips. A silence fell between the two of you. Now you had gotten out all you had to say, you didn't know how to proceed in conversation.

“How old is she now?” you found yourself asking. It was more torturing yourself actually.

“Just over 7 months.” he replied. He held up a finger to you, instructing you to wait as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a small photo of her that was tucked into one of the slots, handing it across the table to you.

You tried to keep your fingers steady as you looked at the picture. She was beautiful and definitely Frankie's kid. “She has your eyes.” you found yourself saying, softening at the image of the little girl who had changed everything.

You couldn't help but wonder, if things had been different, if you and Frankie had gotten together all those years ago. Would you have your own baby by now? Would they have inherited his eyes like this little girl in the picture had, or would they have gotten yours? Then you wondered, if you hadn't run away when Frankie had told you about her, would you have been able to stick around and love her? To be her second mom and raise her with Frankie and Laura.

You quickly handed the photo back, no longer able to look at it or deal with the thoughts that were now swimming around your head. “Yeah, I'm just grateful she didn't get my nose.” Frankie said as he slotted the photo back into his wallet with a fond smile.

“Is she crawling yet?” you asked.

“Oh that girl is such an over achiever.” he chuckled fondly. “She was trying to stand at 3 months, even though her little legs were no where near ready for that. You'd have to fight to get her to relax them to feed.” You couldn't help but smile at the image of Frankie trying to wrestle a fussy baby to sit in his arms properly so he could feed her.

The way he looked at you changed then, like he was sad you hadn't been there, like he had really wanted you to be there with him. He had. There had been so many late nights he'd spent up with his little girl in his arms, wishing you were there. Wishing that she had been yours. He was about to open his mouth and try to tell you everything he had wanted to say since being on that mountain, but you became distracted when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up, telling you both you had a text message from Santiago.

You reached for the phone and Frankie's chest sagged, it felt like a hole had just opened up in his chest and was suddenly being filled with all his self doubt. 'He'd waited too long. You and Santiago were probably a thing now.' were the main two thoughts that began echoing through his head. “I'm really sorry, I've got to head off.” you said, rooting around in your bag for your purse so you could pay for your coffee.

“Oh okay.” Frankie said back, slightly defeated.

“Umm, I'll send you over all the information for the job.” you said quickly as you climbed out of the booth while trying to send a quick reply to Santiago to let him know you were on your way.

“Yeah of course.” Frankie said also getting up, to see you off properly.

His action caught you off-guard and you almost walked into his chest as you looked up from the phone in your hand. You both froze. You softened as you looked up into his eyes, then slowly let them wander down to his lips. You really wished you could lean forward and kiss him right now. You came to your senses, clearing your throat and taking a step backwards, blushing.

“It was great to see you Frankie.” you quickly said. “Oh and thank you for saying yes to the job.”

“Uh yeah, no problem.” he said, hooking his fingers into his pockets. He wanted to touch you, to hug you or something, anything, but the way you had stepped back from him, made him feel like he couldn't. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

You felt your phone buzz in your hand. You looked down at it, another message from Santiago. “Umm, I've got to go.” your voice was barely above a whisper. Before you realised you had done it, you leant forward and placed a light kiss on Frankie's cheek. You felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards as he began to smile, but you couldn't bring yourself to look. You knew that if you did look, it would remind you of everything you missed out on with him. Instead you did the same thing as you did last time you were with him, you walked away and you didn't look back.

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Stuck With You (Shizuo Ending)

Disclaimer!! I wrote this back in 2018/2019, like literally 2 years after I started writing fanfic so if this sucks yeah. . .that’s why. It’s also not really that inclusive at all so I apologize. This upload is really meant for those who were curious with the fanfic I wrote and I promise I will right a more inclusive fanfiction later on in the future with these characters to make it up!!

“ Oh? It seems he even has the Dollars searching for you!”

PART ONE

“ Izaya, please I apologize for anything that I did that caused you to do this, but I need to get back to Shizuo!”

“ And do what? Apologize for my actions and say everything is fine? You truly are different than other humans (Y/N)! Besides, does Shizu-chan know?”

“ K-know what?”

“You can drop the act. I know who you are (Y/N) or should I sa-?!”

“ Izaya, I won’t ask you again. Please, I apologize for what I said or did but I must return to my fiance.”

“ I can’t do that (Y/N). You thought you had me fool, no you thought you had the whole world fooled, but unlike Shizu-chan, I know the real you. You are far too unique, too precious to be in the hands of that brute, that damned monster!”

“ IZAYAAAAAA! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND GIVE ME MY DAMN FIANCE!”

“ Speak of the Devil, he really did arrive, didn’t he? (Y/N) it’s better if you stay, wait no- I want you to see God punish his worthless creation, than have his Goddess forgive him and the cycle continues!”

Grabbing her arm, (Y/N) was dragged to the door where Shizuo lay in waiting/ Shizuo’s eyes lit up with hope as (Y/N) arrived, quickly scanning her to ensure that she was not harmed by Izaya.

“ This is low, even for you Izaya. What the hell do you want anyways?”

“ I want (Y/N) of course! How rude of you to keep her from society, from me! She is too perfect, in fact, she is perfection! I can’t stand you of all people, a damn monster near her!”

“ If I am a monster, what the hell does that make you?”

“ That hurt Shizu-chan, but I’m sure my goddess, (Y/N) would forgive you nonetheless!”

Grabbing a stop sign Shizuo prepared to swing at Izaya before seeing (Y/N) duck down.

‘This is too dangerous for (Y/N)! I have to lead him away. . .’

“ You see (Y/N)! This monster swung at you! I told you, he would only hurt you! Stay with me, my Goddess!”

Taking his knife out, he swung it at Shizuo cutting him horizontally across his chest. As Shizuo remained unfazed he swung the sign hitting Izaya as well sending him flying back inside the apartment complex. As Izaya got up and grabbed the knife and (Y/N), before placing the knife under (Y/N)’s throat causing her to panic slightly.

“ (Y/N)! Izaya you damned bastard! Let her go, that’s low. . .”

“ It’s fine! Besides, my Goddess is so forgiving, I'm sure she will let this slide! In fact, I feel as if instead of the way I initially thought, it was you Shizuo who used (Y/N)!”

Shizuo looked down before clenching his fist and looking at Izaya with a crazed expression.

“ SO WHAT? YOU MESS UP WITH EVERY OTHER PERSON OUT THERE. (Y/N) DOESN’T NEED THAT IN HER LIFE! SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO AND WHAT I AM! SO I AM A MONSTER, SO BE IT! AS LONG AS (Y/N) IS FINE WITH THAT, AS LONG AS SHE ACCEPTS THIS SIDE OF ME, THEN THAT’S ALL I NEED!”

“ So you’re a leech, a filthy parasite-”

“ (Y/N) NOW!”

Izaya was dumbfounded as he turned to see (Y/N) duck down and Izaya was met with Shizuo’s fist. As Izaya grunted in pain, he turned to see (Y/N) looking at him in horror before turning to see Shizuo waltz up with a sturdy bookshelf and smiling at Izaya.

“ So I guess today is the day I squash this damn cockroach! That has been infesting not only the city but our lives!”

As Shizuo began to throw the bookshelf at Izaya he proceeded on hitting him repeatedly with immense force, causing Izaya to cough up blood and other fluids.

“ If you kill me. . . Shizu-chan. . . w-will. . she forgive you. . . ?”

Showing no sign of stopping, Shizuo proceeded to mercilessly hit Izaya while explaining, “ It doesn’t matter if she forgives me anymore. . . because I don’t plan on letting her go either way!”

Letting out the last punch Shizuo looked to admire his work, a beaten and bruised Izaya no longer breathing. As Shizuo turned around he was met with (Y/N) looking in horror at the state Izaya was in before looking back up at Shizuo.

“ WHAT’S WITH THAT EXPRESSION? I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T SCARED OF ME (Y/N)? WAS THAT A LIE? ARE YOU GOING TO CALL ME A MONSTER AND LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYONE ELS-!?”

“ No, I won’t. I am sorry Shizuo, I wasn’t able to stop Izaya and you had to get your hands dirty! O-on the bright side. . . well. . . you can start your life violence free now peacefully!”

“ Honestly. . .how did I. . .eVeR gEt StUcK wItH yOu?”

After the whole incident, Shizuo was more protective of (Y/N). He rarely let her be by herself so whenever she would want to go anywhere he would go with her or sometimes even ask Celty to go with her as he feared she would get hurt or taken away from him. Currently, Shizuo is working as (Y/N) was at the park with Celty discussing certain things.

“You’re quite pale. . . is everything alright? Are you feeling okay?”

“ Of course, my pale complexion is because Shizuo didn’t let me leave for a week until after the whole Izaya incident. I do feel a little sick but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about!”

“Sick? That doesn’t sound good. How sick are we talking about? If you need to see someone for it, I’m sure Shinra would be glad to see you.”

“ W-well. . . I wouldn’t say I'm that sick it’s just I wanted to know if these are possible symptoms of. . . well, how about I just explain it! I get these sudden food urges and most of the time I tend to throw up certain foods! I think, well what do you think Celty?”

“Hm. . . You know, Y/N, I think I’ve heard of these exact symptoms before. Is it possible that you’re pregnant?”

“ W-W-WELL U-UM M-MAYBE B-BUT T-THAT WOULD R-REQUIRE FOR ME A-AND S-SHIZUO I-I! WHAT SHOULD I DO CELTY!”

“Well, the first thing you should do is to confirm our suspicions. Then, I think you and Shizuo have a big conversation to have.”

“C-c-could you come with me to the store to buy a test? I... I don’t want to go alone. . .”

“Of course, Y/N. But I think we should walk to a nearby store, I don’t think my motorcycle would be good for the possible baby.”

“ Aww, I wanted to go on your motorcycle. . . okay! So onward this great adventure!”

“U-um Celty, I could be reading this wrong but if it’s pink. . . does that mean. . .”

Celty jumped at (Y/N) as you could see her jumping in glee before taking a picture of the test and rapidly writing on her phone.

“You did read what pink means, right? I may be wrong. . . But it would appear that you’re pregnant! I’m so happy for you two!”

“ W-W-WELL H-HOW SHOULD I T-TELL SHIZUO?”

“Don’t freak out! Let me send the photo to Shinra just to confirm our suspicions. Afterward, we can make a plan for how you’ll tell him.”

“ OKAY, HURRY ASK HIM!”

To: Shinra

From: Celty

*image of the test*

Big Emergency: Is the test positive or negative? It looks like Shizuo and Y/N might be expecting.

To: Love of my life

From: Shinra

Hm. . . well, it seems they are expecting! Tell them I congratulate them! Does Shizuo know?

To: Shinra

From: Celty

Now that we know, how should Y/N approach this with Shizuo?

To: Love of my life

From: Shinra

Leave that to me! Just tell (Y/N) to prepare his favorite meal. I’ll tell Shizuo that he has a surprise at home and to hurry home! I’ll see you soon as I need to help someone right now but take care Celty!

“ So he is going to tell him... .? I hope this goes well! I don’t know what to say or do...Celty want to go shopping with me for ingredients?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it will go great. Both of you love each other and will be great parents if you decide to keep it. Now, let’s go shopping!”

Soon leaving the store they headed out to purchase the ingredients needed to make Shizuo’s meal and discussed among themselves how to approach the situation.

Tom looked down at this phone as he smiled in glee before telling Shizuo that there were no more clients and that they should head home.

“ Are you sure? I don’t want to leave (Y/N) alone but if you still need me I could stay longer-!?”

“ You, my friend do not understand, (Y/N) is waiting for you so go home. Besides she has a surprise for you, Shinra told me! Now head home!”

“ A surprise? Well if you say so, Tom. . . see you tomorrow!”

“ Also Shizuo, congrats!”

“ On what?”

“ Just go home and you’ll see!”

As Shizuo was walking home he pondered about this so-called surprise as he noticed that Celty’s bike was parked outside their home. As he went inside he looked to see his favorite meal scattered along with the table as both Celty and (Y/N) were cooking and talking.

“ Oh, Shizuo! Good afternoon! Dinner is almost ready and Shinra is almost here! He said that our close friends should be here today!”

“ That’s cool but what’s this surprise I keep hearing about?”

“ Silly it’s not a surprise if I tell you! Wait till Shinra gets here!”

Soon after Shinra arrived and that’s when they all were in the living room in silence before (Y/N) pulled out the test she had and Celty pulling the message in case of a confirmation.

“ S-shizuo. . . remember what you told me the day before the incident with Izaya... .?”

Blushing slightly he nodded before letting his mind run loose, could she be-?!

“ Well, it seems you might get the chance to be a father and I a mother!”

Holding the test out for Shizuo to see the pink line indicating that (Y/N) was pregnant, he grabbed it before setting it down and jumping to hold his fiance.

“ I won’t let you down, I won’t let us down. I promise I'll change to be the best father I can be, I swear (Y/N)!”

“ Silly, you are already the best person you can be! I’m sure we will be the best of parents!”

Exchanging a kiss, they all laughed and gathered around the dinner table to consume the food made by both (Y/N) and Celty. (Y/N) was with child, Shizuo’s child and he vowed to protect you both no matter the cost. He didn’t care if you looked at him like a monster in the near future because he wasn’t letting you or the child leave him, after all, it was possible for a monster like him to be happy, but he wasn’t going to let this happiness leave and be destroyed. The child was born healthy, it was a boy named Izaya, ironically. Izaya was gifted with many things such as friends for his kind behavior and kind mother. He never had problems and if he did well they would disappear the next day, like his principal when he chose to falsely accuse him of attacking someone using his father as an excuse. Well, let’s just say he isn’t alive anymore. Any friend that double-crossed him would immediately come back and apologize saying how their mother told them that what they did was wrong. It didn’t matter if Shizuo was a monster because he had (Y/N) and his child was the red string that binds them together. Seriously, how did Shizuo get to be so lucky and get stuck with you?

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