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juniperskye · 25 days

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Why are you in my head?

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 1364

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You had known all about soulmates, your mom had told you bedtime stories about soulmates and how she and your dad met throughout your entire childhood. They had been hearing one another’s thoughts for quite a while before your dad saved your mom from being run over by a biker as she stepped off the curb. She’d tell you how when their eyes met she could hear him thinking about how beautiful her eyes were and he heard her thinking about how handsome he was. You have hoped and dreamed of meeting your soulmate since you were four years old.

You had a soulmate, that much you knew. You had been hearing his thoughts for the last few years, they were few and far between which frustrated you. Your mom had explained it just meant he wasn’t close by, which sucked. You were hoping that the distance would decrease, given your family’s plans to move.

Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t exactly a town that people were flocking to…but here you were. Your mom had been offered a job at their hospital there as the supervising nurse and your parents had decided it was too good an offer to pass up. Your dad had contacted the local police department to see if they had any openings, to which they asked for a letter of recommendation and pretty much offered him the job.

Things were working out well for your parents. You hadn’t really been sure about the move. Your soulmate’s thoughts had been pretty quiet the last few days but, a part of you knew it was because your anxiety of this move was clearly drowning out his thoughts.

The car finally came to a stop, and you glance up for the first time since you’d gotten in the car that morning, too focused on the music playing from your Walkman and rereading The Hobbit, again. You looked up to see a modest home in a cookie cutter neighborhood, you were grateful for your parents and their ability to provide you with the things you need, but some days you wished your family wasn’t so…average.

“Sweetie, why don’t you head in and pick your room?” Your mom suggested.

“Really? I get to choose?” You asked.

“You have your pick, other than the master bedroom. You and I will organize the remaining rooms.” Your mom explained.

Damnit, if I could just get the chords right.

You quickly jogged up to the door, letting yourself in. You made your way upstairs first, checking out the two small bedrooms up there that were situated opposite the master bedroom, separated by a full bathroom. While both rooms were nice, they didn’t give you nearly enough room to “express your creative freedom” as your mom had encouraged. On the main level there was a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, powder room, and living room. There had been a door leading under the stairs, you were pleased to see it led down into a fully finished basement that had a full bathroom.

“MOMMMMM! I chose my room!” You called as you ran up the stairs.

There we go.

*Eddie’s POV*

Hell yeah! This is fucking perfect!

The thoughts had rung out like an alarm in his head. Her thoughts had never been this loud and clear. What had changed?

She better let me make the basement my room!

Had she finally moved? He had been hearing all her nervous thoughts about packing up and moving across the country. She must be closer now if her thoughts were coming in like this now.

YES! YES! YES! Now…how to decorate?

He smiled to himself. She seems sweet based off what he knows. He had asked Wayne about soulmates when he was growing up. He’d asked questions like “why can’t I just think of my address, so she could find me?” and Wayne had explained that it didn’t work like that. Thoughts were passed back and forth at moments it was needed – in times of excitement, or when we needed comfort, or to vent. There was some sort of neurological algorithm as to what thoughts were sent when.

*End Eddie’s POV*

You had started unpacking pretty much the second your parents agreed to let you make the basement your room. Your dad had even agreed to take you to the hardware store to pick up paint this weekend.

“You’ll start at the high school on Monday. The principal confirmed that he received your transcripts and all your credit hours transferred, so you’re right on track.” Your dad explained.

“Oh, awesome! Did he happen to send my schedule or anything so I could familiarize myself with it beforehand?” You asked.

Oh fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck! I am so late. O’Donnell is gonna kill me!

Your hand flew to your head, the volume of his thoughts brought forth a pounding in your head. They had never been this loud before.

“Bug? You okay?” Your dad looked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m okay! Just a headache. Too many thoughts in there I guess.” You chuckled lowly.

“Honey, was it his thought?” Your mom questioned.

You hadn’t told your parents much about your soulmate, only that you had been able to hear him and that he was, in fact, a him. They had also been aware that you hadn’t been able to hear him lately – that was when your mom explained that your thought can sometimes drown out theirs.

“Yeah, it was and uh, I don’t know, I guess it was kinda loud.” You shrugged.

“How loud?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t know, loud enough to give me a headache. It was like he was in the room with me.” You looked at your parents, a knowing grin making its way onto each of their faces. “What?”

“Nothing bug. Let’s go see if your principle sent that schedule over.” Your dad wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

Monday morning had come way too soon, though you’d had an incredibly productive weekend. Your room was painted and decorated, you’d finished rereading The Hobbit and had begun rereading Pet Cemetery, you’d also memorized your class schedule.

Your dad dropped you off at school, he also told you he was planning to go and check out a car for you after his shift – that had left you pretty excited.

Finally! My own car!

The day was dragging on pretty slowly…truthfully you were ready for lunch.

Then Vecna will make a surprise return.

What the hell?

This campaign is going to be epic!

His thoughts had come and gone like this since you’d arrived in Hawkins. Just back and forth with random tidbits that left you more confused than anything.

The bell ringing had been your saving grace. It was finally time for lunch, and now you were feeling anxious again…where were you meant to sit?

You looked around and before you could take a step, a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

Here we fucking go.

“We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band or science ...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets...”

God he’s hot.

“It's forced conforming. That's what's...killing the kids!”

Assholes.

Kids were either laughing at his outburst or calling him horrible names, but you just stood there. Could this really be him? This super-hot guy who just caused an entire scene in the cafeteria.

“Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O'Donnell's. If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month, I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I'm gonna flip him the bird, I'm gonna snatch that diploma. I'm gonna run like hell outta here…This year is different. This year is my year.”

He took a step back and bumped right into you, but before you could fall to the ground, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up and against his chest.

Holy shit.

You both let out a quiet chuckle.

All at once, colors were brighter, smells were sweeter, touches were softer. Everything came together in that moment; you couldn’t believe it. Here he was.

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fictioonbanger · 11 months

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toji just a bit obsessed?

perrvy!toji x bimbo reader [not much but pressed]

warnings?; toji jerkin it lol, touching from toji you obviously didn’t mind it.

perv!toji- who first spotted you at the small bakery close beside his new apartment. megumi was finally off to better things in life and eventually left his father. not that toji cared much, he kinda sought it as a new freedom. it typically had been awhile since toji seeked out to dating again. never succeeding it barely phased him though, wasn’t something he looked forward to. that was until he first laidideyes on you, sweet, delicate, and let’s be honest a bit oblivious. he jerked off to the remembrance of you that night, something that was rare of him to do let’s be honest. it was cute though, how you struggled to not be such a klutz, apologizing when in most situations it wasn’t your fault. not really understanding sarcasm and such, toji just seemed that maybe to other people they thought the same. he didn’t like that idea and he was obviously gonna fix it, and so he began to come more after declaring after that day he saw you he’d make you his.

perv!toji- who came in next day with hidden confidence and a nonchalant face, he wanted to play with you a bit cause why not? who set himself to a seat in the corner of the barely busy bakery far back. toji noticed you already taking another tables order, a group of teens. he would be lying if he’d say it didn’t annoy him seeing them taunt you. you being you though it didn’t really seem to bother you, you were just so oblivious to it all. after the 3 aching minutes of watching you take their order you spotted toji in the corner reading on the white decorated menu. he was a fine older man, fit and quiet he seemed to stay to himself. it made you bite your lip seeing his toned body and how he fit his muscle black shirt. walking over towards him toji couldn’t help but groan at the sight and take in a breath. you looked so beautiful, the way your skirt barely slipped pass your knees rising up anytime you bent over. the way your curls bounced with every step you took, just like your boobs. they looked so soft and sat up real nice, making toji squirm in his seat a bit. toji couldn’t take his eyes of your plumped glossed lips though, in a warm wide smile and done perfectly.

perv!toji- who knew from the moment he saw you what type of person you are, that’s why he was here to play with you. and of course make you his, that’s really all he wanted to do. toji who cleared his throat as you approached and eyed you down taking in the sight of your figure. god you were so much more perfect up close. “hi sir! are you ready to order anything…?” you sounded preppy and toji loved it, you were dedicated to the job and he found it cute. he hated that you were working in the first place, why couldn’t he take care of you? dick you down every day? making sure he spoils you and make you feel good? it wasn’t like it was impossible to do, but he wish he could’ve done it sooner. now or never though right? and that was his process with this plan of his. “what’s hot on the menu pretty? any recommendations?” he hummed out then made soft eye contact, he seemed so kind to you. just another big flirt who’d you fall for again, but did it matter to you? not really, plus toji was really sexy and thought you were pretty.

perv!toji- who scanned your every body part as you read out the menu happily not having a clue in the world he was checking you out. “i’ll just have a coffee sweets yeah?” he said stopping you mid sentence and smiled right back at him as he exchanged one. “alright sir, i’ll get that for you.” toji watched you as your frame walked away and watched as your skirt rose up with each step. his dick was hard in his pants the entire time, twitching, but you didn’t notice of course. it wasn’t long before you were back out serving the other table on the other side of the room. you finished up and smiled a reassuring look at toji that you’d be out with his coffee soon. he loved that you both made eye contact, made him riled up in his seat. toji who got so excited like a dog seeing their owner after awhile, if he had a tail it’d b wagging. toji who kept a friendly smile on his face as you came back with his coffee, pulling down your skirt on the process trying to hide it. you smiled at set it infront of him, “sugar..? or did you want cream?” toji nodded a slow no and smirked up at you. “nah thats alright pretty.. you’ve already done enough.

perv!toji- who drank his coffee as you stood waiting for his validation on it with a smile. you looked so damn cute, standing there hoping toji found it good. and it was, really good it put a smile on his face. “y’know how to make a good coffee..” toji spoke with a deep voice once again that made you jump a bit. “say.. what time do you get off hm?” toji asked awaiting your answer that you eventually told him. you couldn’t help but bite your lip speaking to toji and feeling so under him. toji noticed it and it just made his dick twitch more under his pants. he rubbed at your exposed thigh with his thumb slowly and smiled up at you. “hey, don’t be so nervous.. i won’t bite ya.” toji teased out and it made you unconsciously laugh, toji was visibly checking you out now and you saw. you couldn’t help being all flustered and told toji you’d be back for the bill later on. he didn’t let you go away that fast though and pulled your wrist not to hurt you or anything which didn’t happen. he stopped you with a smile and you looked back at him as he still held onto your wrist. “i’m ready for the check beautiful.” he said smiling and softly caressing your hand with his thumb. toji who paid and smiled the entire time you took the bill, tipping you 200$ for a coffee. you thought it was odd but at the same time who are you to complain? toji who left feeling satisfied and guaranteed to go back until he gets you. he went home that night and jerked off with the exact hand that he touched yours with, he couldn’t get you off his mind. he was enchanted with you and began going back every single day just to see you and leave a big tip. teasing you and leaving you on not that you mind, atleast he paid attention to you.

#black reader #black y/n #dilf toji #jjk toji #jjk x black reader #toji fic #toji scenarios #toji smut #toji x black reader #toji x black y/n #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #daddy toji #toji headcanons

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aliaology · 6 months

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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY

summary: you used to date quinn, the relationship starting not long after him and his other ex broke up. she got mad, made drama about you, and in the end, it flared up by the time your relationship was long gone.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: death threats

thin mints. god you loved thin mints, and currently you craved them. actually, you craved the nice memories they brought. the memories where your ex told you he would have some guy get some for you. he ended up being that guy.

quinn hughes. your favorite past lover who will continue to outshine the rest. he treated you well, made you happy. he was perfect.

bonding over the black eyed peas and the smiths was something you found to be hard when it came to other people. but with quinn, it was easy. he made love seem easy and effortless.

but the downside, was his ex. she was pretty, but they had broken up about three months prior to you and him hooking up and then ultimately getting together. no one necessarily knew of their breakup. they didn’t post pictures often of each other due to quinn living in vancouver and his ex living in michigan.

so everyone assumed they were fine, until quinn decided to hard launch your relationship. you were fine with it at first. it was innocent, like the cuddling on trampolines you guys loved to do.

but now you were being called a slut. at this very moment, you were being called a slut and getting death threats. at the time, you were getting the same treatment.

it seemed his ex put the idea that he cheated on her with you, into everyones head. and they believed it. they believed it because of the stereotype against hockey players. the stereotype against girl best friends.

but that didn’t stop your relationship. you were so into it. you were there for everything, even his brothers… until you weren’t. it wasn’t like you both ended on bad terms. in fact, you both ended things, stating it was better to stay friends.

then she released a song. a song where she practically tore you apart, tore you down. you were the hot topic on her tongue.

she painted you out to be the bad guy. the manipulator. the one who made him take you to bed. you were just trying to hold him close and love him.

the only win from the whole situation was the fact he called you his favorite love. that you would always be the favorite.

but to everyone, you were the slut. you didn’t have a choice in that matter. you were the homewrecker. all because you liked a boy.

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liked by jackhughes, _quinnhughes and 625,737 others.

ynusername all because i liked a boy. coming out oct 14 (with permission). thinking of dating a boy with an ex? i wouldnt recommend it. especially if stuff happens after you had already broken up!

comments.

user and shes gonna eat 😜

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user DIE WHORE

_quinnhughes insanely proud of u y/n/n

ynusername thank u quinner 😪

jackhughes AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

lhughes_06 WHEN EVERYTHING WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP 😱😱😱

user all hughes brothers being her no.1 supporters is so cute

jackhughes can i get you thin mints this time

jackhughes im exless!

jackhughes no im not but my ex forgot i exist!

jackhughes choose me instead!

_quinnhughes jack please this is embarrassing for u

jackhughes SHUT UP QUINN

user i cant tell if quinn is okay with this or not

ynusername he is 😭 me and him are best friends now and have no hard feelings or any romantic feelings towards one another anymore. plus jack will never have a chance 🤷‍♀️

user ITS GONNA BE A BOP LMFAO

user slut! homewrecker! cunt!

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user i alr know this will slap

trevorzegras @/jackhughes shes mine

user STOP.

user puckbunny ass bitch

user i know what im streaming when it comes out!

user i still prefer quinns ex over y/n

user then use her name instead of y/ns xx 😻

erm..! this lowkey sucks LMFAO

taglist (perm!) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask to be added for perm tags! <3)

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #nhl #quinn hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes imagine #hughes brothers #all because i liked a boy

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crdteezv · 4 months

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Frat House - Kun Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: fratboy! kun x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Kun. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !hard dom! kun, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, thigh riding, oral (giving), praise/degradation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4.3k Words

The bottle landed on Kun.

You were relieved that it wasn’t Hendery. You were still a little surprised by the result but didn’t mind it either. You just thought it would be awkward between you and Kun since you are not that close.

Kun looked back at you with this smirk on his face. He was pretty much chill about the whole situation and was unfazed by it.

“Well, I guess you’re spending the night with me then hmm?”

“I suppose so. I’m fine with anyone but Hendery.”

“HEY! That’s so uncalled for” Hendery said.

Everyone chuckled and he started to burn up a little. He got annoyed and went upstairs into his room to go to sleep. The others start to do the same as well.

You and Kun were left on cleaning duty. You picked up any leftover trash and put all the games away. You got to talk to him more and got to know him a little better afterward. He was actually a pretty chill and nice guy. It surprises you that he was such a player - he doesn’t seem like the type to be.

You both were finishing up and started heading towards his room.

As you both were walking up the stairs he said

“This whole night was honestly so fun. I haven’t laughed this hard in so long.”

“I know, it's the same for me too. I’m glad I hung out with you guys tonight. I feel closer to you all now.”

He reached out to the side of your arm and started to lightly caress it.

“I do too.”

Something about the way he said that felt more sincere and direct towards you.

“Also, here is my room.”

He opened that door and you walked into his room. His room had this dark grey theme going on. It was pretty simple for the most part.

You start to make your way into his bed and put the covers over you.

“Hey, I know you’re only here because of the dare and all - so I will honestly just sleep on the floor if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

You loved how respectful he was being towards you. Throughout the whole night, he hasn’t made a single move on you. He respected your space and didn’t want to break any boundaries.

“Nah, it’s ok you can come into the bed with me. I will just put this pillow between us - so you can lay on this side.”

You pointed towards the right side of the bed and he agreed to do so. You began to scroll on social media like you always do before you go to sleep.

Kun was wearing this grey hoodie and had taken it off as he was getting ready for bed. Now all he had on was a white tank top and some sweatpants.

Since his back was turned, you couldn't resist taking a look at him. The outline of his back muscles protruded through his shirt, flexing and moving as he began to take off his hoodie. It was having quite an effect on you, and you could now clearly see the size of his muscles.

You didn’t realize how built he was until now. Something about the way Kun was looking, was making you mildly aroused. You’ve never felt this way about him until now.

“I can feel you staring at me you know.”

You feel a tinge of embarrassment for staring for so long. Clearing your throat, you quickly averted your gaze back to your phone.

“Umm, no I wasn’t. I have been looking at my phone this whole time. Renjun had texted me about the party he was at earlier. I’m responding to him right now.”

He turned around and now you can see the front of him.

The skin-tight tank top he had on revealed more of his body's outline. His broad chest seemed almost too big for the shirt, practically bursting out. His abs were also on display.

God, why does Kun look so attractive right now?

You begin to slowly rub your thighs but he doesn’t notice since you’re underneath the covers.

“Mhm, sure you were.” He replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey, if you don’t believe me come look for yourself.” You started waving your phone in his direction.

He was serious about it and he started walking towards the bed. He had to kneel a bit to see and you practically almost was face to face with him. Up until now, the two of you have never been this close to each other.

You started to become more flustered by him.

He saw the messages on your phone and nodded.

“Ok, I will believe you just this once.”

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to the other side of the room, your back now facing Kun. He switched off the lights and settled into bed, making himself comfortable. You were getting ready to go to sleep as well. The room was pretty dark now and only the moonlight that was escaping his window was lighting up the room.

You both lay in silence for a bit and you had the random urge to ask him a question.

“I’ve been wondering besides school, what made you want to stop sleeping around with other people?”

Your question surprised him. He turns around to face you, and you do the same.

“Don’t you think that’s a little personal to ask?” He said in a playful tone.

Embarrassment starts to wash over you. Why did you even feel the need to ask him that? In your defense, you were genuinely curious.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my place to even as-”

“I was only kidding darling. I pretty much got nothing to hide and I’m an open book.”

His sudden use of such a sweet pet name caught you off guard. It made you jump for a second, and it felt incredibly endearing.

“Ok, so what is the reason then?”

“Well, I was honestly just tired of all the girls I was hooking up with. It felt so repetitive, and it kept on getting bored.”

He kept going on and on about different girls whom he used to sleep with in the past. Hearing him talk about his previous entanglements, was quite interesting, to say the least.

“Have you just considered taking someone seriously and being in a relationship with them? It would just be easier to find the one perfect for you.”

He scoffed and said

“Of course I have! It’s just, I don’t have time to settle down right now. I barely even have time for myself these days.”

“I understand you completely to be honest. All I do is study, go to school, and work all at the same time. Whenever I have free time, I usually just hang out with Ten.”

“Mhm, you guys do hang out often I’ve noticed. I either stay at home or go to practice when I need to. I also go to some parties on occasion.”

You felt good talking to Kun and getting to know him more. Apart of you wished that you had become friends with him sooner.

“Yeah, we do hang a lot out! Also, when you mentioned practice, I didn’t know you played any sports. What sport do you play?”

“Oh, I play football, track, lacrosse etc. But, I mainly focus on football since that’s the thing I’m mainly good at.”

This was practically news to you. You had no idea that Kun played any sports, let alone be on the football team.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you played all these sports. I should come to your next football game.”

He nodded in agreement, and as the night progressed, you both became closer…

♡♡♡♡

“When was your last relationship?” You asked Kun.

“I've never been in one at all.”

“REALLY? Is there a reason why you haven’t been in one yet?”

“Well, the main reason is, that I lacked confidence in myself during high school and wouldn’t talk to any girls. After I got into college, being on the football team really helped my social skills a lot. After each game, we threw massive parties, and that's when many girls approached me and wanted to talk. Through those experiences alone, I gained much more confidence."

You were so immersed in what he was saying - that you didn't realize how close your faces were, just inches away from each other. The only thing separating the two of you was the pillow you had placed between you.

“Now that I'm a senior, I've chosen to dial it back and not hook up with anyone as much anymore. I've only done it once or twice this semester.”

His reasoning surprised you, but it made sense.

“Ah, I understand now. It all makes sense really.”

"Now I'm just looking for a friend-with-benefits type of thing. I prefer that because I don't want anything serious right now. The issue is I haven't found anyone willing to go along with it."

This fascinated you a lot.

"Most of the girls I've tried this within the past ended up getting feelings for me. I feel bad having to reject them afterward, you know?"

"Oh, I completely understand! I hope you find someone willing to go along with it someday."

He let out a loud sigh and agreed too. It was getting late and you both turned over and went to sleep.

♡♡♡♡

You couldn’t fall asleep and you kept on thinking about the previous conversation you had with Kun. You start to have fantasies of what it would be like if you guys were friends with benefits.

You pictured how he might caress your body, wrap his arms around you, and whisper dirty things into your ear. The thought of him sucking and biting all over your neck, making you feel good, crossed your mind. You even began to imagine what his dick probably looks like.

You almost felt uneasy for having such lewd thoughts of him.

You didn’t understand why you felt this way about Kun. You guys practically didn’t know each other before and now all you want him is to be buried deep inside of you.

You just want to get off to all the little fantasies you were having. You were sure he was fast asleep by now. You found yourself starting to squeeze your legs together. That wasn’t enough and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You carefully lifted the pillow that had been creating a distance between you and Kun. Wanting to avoid any sudden movements that might wake him up, you proceeded with caution.

You started to maneuver your way toward his side of the bed, subtly moving your backside closer to him. You were silently hoping that he would catch on to the hint and take things further.

You couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed for acting this way.

As you continued grinding onto him and covered your mouth to stifle any noises, you suddenly felt one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

He pulled you closer to him and you felt his breath against your neck. That alone sent tingles down your spine.

“Mhmm, I didn’t think you were going to be this needy for me, love.”

You start to become flustered all over again. It was hard to believe how you had reached this point of desperation for him. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time since you last been intimate with someone. You needed Kun so badly right now that you would do anything for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you-”

He begins to lower one of his hands down your body. He then proceeded to lift up your shirt and pull down one of your bra straps. One of your boobs became exposed and he started to grope on it with his hand. He was fondling it and was twisting your nipple too.

You couldn't help but release a low whimper as waves of pleasure surged through you.

“Mhm, how long have you felt this way about me?”

“Since you took off your hoodie…”

“Oh, so you were staring? You really are such a filthy little liar huh?

The way he was talking down on you now was driving you mad. You can't even process any of his words right now, let alone the way he was touching you.

You didn’t want this moment to end.

He continues by exposing the other breast, removing your bra, and tossing it aside. Now topless, you only remained in your shorts. He flips you onto your back and positions himself on top of you. Despite feeling intimidated, it only adds to your arousal.

"God, how can you be so desperate for me, darling? Here I thought you couldn’t sink this low."

He lowered himself to your ear and whispered, "I know you were rubbing and squeezing those pretty thighs of yours the moment I took off my hoodie. Don't act all innocent around me — I know what you are-."

His kisses and sucks all over your neck made you practically shake from anticipation.

"You're just a dirty little slut for me."

That did it for you.

You grabbed his face and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Things started to become so intense between the two of you, that your tongues started to interlock with one another. Both were fighting for control and were gasping for air.

You both were grunting and moaning from all the sexual tension that was in the room. He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss all over your chest. Trying not to make loud noises, you covered your mouth to suppress any sounds.

Kun wasn't pleased with that.

He seized both of your hands and pinned them over your head.

“Aww, baby don’t go and hide all the pretty noises you have been making for me.”

He started to move onto the other boob and used his other free hand to caress the other one. He was making you feel so good at this moment.

“You know, Hendery's room is right next to mine…”

You started to widen your eyes and you started to feel a bit embarrassed now. The fact that he could probably hear all the noises you were making right now was kinda humiliating.

“Imagine the look on his face when he hears you start to moan my name.”

He then proceeds to suck on your breast aggressively and it made a loud pop sound when he release it from his mouth. That sent shockwaves throughout your body. He leaned down and whispered into your ear

“I bet you would like that a lot huh pretty girl?”

That alone made you feel hot all over. The fact that everyone in the house could hear what was going on between you right now - especially Hendery was driving you insane. But something deep within yourself wanted him to hear. You imagine how jealous he feels right now.

“Umm… maybe I do.”

“Wow, you really are as evil as everyone says you are.”

He started to take off his shirt and was looking down at you.

“But, I kind of like that about you.”

You have never been so attracted to Kun up until this moment.

He sat up slightly, and you started to explore his body. Your hands moved down from his chest, gradually reaching lower. Gently pulling down his sweatpants to his knees, you traced the outline of his arousal through his boxers. It turned out to be bigger than you initially thought.

He then switched positions and now he is sitting up against the bedframe.

“I want you now to give me a little show. Take off your shorts for me.”

You felt so needy for Kun now.

You turned yourself around so now your backside was facing him. He was for sure liking the view you were giving him. Gradually peeling back your shorts and panties, you glanced back at him. The sinful look you had in your eye, made him even more feral for you.

He slowly starts to pump his dick into his hand. He was loving the way you looked right now. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the whole night. Now that he has you all to himself, he is going absolutely insane for you.

You start to arch your back and shoved two of your fingers into your aching pussy. You hated how humiliating this was for you. But you couldn’t care less at this point. You just subconsciously follow all his orders and demands. You start to whimper and moan out his name.

“Fuck… I want you to just fuck me already…”

He threw his head back for a second and locked his eyes back onto you.

“Patience darling…you will get everything you ever wanted if you just wait a little longer for me.”

You nod your head and agreement and start rubbing yourself faster than before. You've become increasingly anxious and unsure how much longer you can endure all of this. Your whimper and moans started to become louder and louder for him. He was loving every second of it.

Kun was at his breaking point.

“Shit…get over here right now.”

He removed his boxers and sweatpants entirely now. You halted what you were doing and began to lower your mouth onto his erection. You were bopping your head up and down on it.

He leaned his head back against the bed frame, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. He started to grab your hair and pulled your head onto him. Your eyes start to water and you begin to gag and choke on him.

That just made him even harder for you.

He then grabbed both his hands and put them both around your head. He started facefucking you with his cock. He was moving at such a rough pace, his bed started to shake aggressively. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He was bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, and you experienced a profound sense of euphoria in that moment. He felt himself getting close so he stopped him and pulled you off him. You struggled to gasp for air, feeling a bit winded.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

He pulled you into his lap and made you sit on his thigh.

“Now, before I finish inside of you, I want you to show me how desperate you truly are and ride my thigh.”

You started to become hot all over. You started to doubt if you still had it in you to keep on going.

“I - mean I don’t know if I can do all that…”

He delivered a sharp slap against your ass, and it elicited a scream of pleasure from you. He burst into laughter, wearing a patronizing look on his face. A sense of fear began to creep in as you started to feel a little intimidated by him.

“What do you mean you don’t know baby? You were practically waving your ass against my cock earlier and now all of a sudden you want to act all shy?”

His hand landed onto your ass once last time. He slowly started to rub it to soothe you from the pain. That alone made you start squirming for him.

“God, I didn’t think you would become this much of a pussy for me now. It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me, sweetheart.”

You had enough of this.

You started to rub up and down on his thigh. You supported yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck. You didn’t care how loud you were being for him at this point. With the pace you were going at, it made your clit start to twitch. You were in such a deep, sensual state that nothing else mattered to you right now.

All of a sudden Kun started to flex his thigh.

That just made you let out one of the loudest moans you had for the night so far. It very much caught you off guard and you weren’t expecting it. You couldn’t help yourself and threw your head back from pleasure.

He didn’t like that and grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“Nice try baby, but you are going to have to keep those pretty eyes on me ok?”

His teasing nature was driving you insane for him. He was being so rough and gentle at the same time. You couldn’t understand why you were so horny right now but you were loving every second of it.

You feel yourself start to become close.

It seemed that Kun noticed and he moved his hand down onto your neck now. He pulled you into him and said in your ear

“Go ahead and cum for me like the needy girl you are.”

You didn’t hold back and let out such a slutty moan that even tears of pleasure started to roll down your face. Before you can even adjust, he pushes you down onto the bed with you lying flat on your stomach.

You were a little terrified by what was happening right now. Everything had happened so fast. He went down to you and pulled on your hair to make you look back at him.

“Oh, you thought we were done?”

Without any warning, he slips his cock into your wet pussy. You let out a loud moan and didn’t even try to conceal it.

“I’m still not fucking satisfied.”

He started pounding into you deep and was fucking you stupid. You were in a pronebone position and he had your right where he wanted you. He wanted you to feel everything for him right now. He wasn’t slowing down any of his strokes at all.

“.. Fuck you make me feel so good.”

Kun liked the way you talked to him like that. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he secretly likes to get praise.

“Oh yeah?”

He placed both of his hands on the bedframe, using them as support to properly thrust into you. His strokes became more rough and precise.

"How about now, darling? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

You never felt this good before during sex until now. He was touching you in ways that awakened sensations in places and areas you didn't even know existed. You were practically screaming his name at the top of your lungs.

He eventually started aiming at you in a certain spot and your eyes started to water again.

“Fuck… slow down I can’t handle it-”

He began ramming into your G-spot with increased speed and aggression. Your screams echoed from the deep, forceful strokes he was delivering.

“Mhm, I don’t think I can slow down sweetheart. How can I resist when you look this good, being my desperate little plaything?”

His degrading words made you twitch a little for him.

“Aww, you liked that? You like when I keep fucking you right here?”

He started moving even more faster than before.

“Yes… please don’t stop - fuck”

He starts to slow down his pace a bit. He was practically teasing you at this point.

“First you wanted me to stop then slow down and now go faster? God, why can’t you just make up fucking your mind?”

You couldn’t even control what you were saying right now - let alone even remember. All this overstimulation was starting to affect your head. You don’t know how much longer you could take this.

“But fuck I’m really close. I’m going to be serious now and not hold back anymore - are you ready?”

You nodded your head and he went back into fucking you. You were about to cum for the 2nd time now. He was driving you insane and you just couldn’t wait for this all to be over.

“Mhm… Fuck… darling I’m gonna-”

You both feel yourselves on the verge and both came at the same time.

The moan you let out was so loud and your eyes started to roll to the back of your head. He climaxed inside of you and withdrew his erection from your now-soaked wet core.

He lay back to your side, and you were still on your stomach.

You both just took a moment to reflect on what had just transpired between the two of you.

It was one of the best nights you had in a very long time.

You completely forgot about your upcoming exams at this point. When you were with Kun, it felt as if the world had stopped, and the only things in motion were the two of you.

“Are you ok? I wasn’t too rough or anything right?”

You turned onto your side to face him. Despite feeling exhausted and a bit shaken up, you were now looking at him.

“No, everything was just perfect honestly! Apart of me wants to do this again sometime…”

“Really? Are you sure it’s a good idea? I don’t want you to fall for me or anything.” He said in a joking manner.

You rolled your eyes and said “Oh please, I will be just fine. After all, you did want someone who is ok with being friends-with-benefits…”

Kun's eyes have widened by your previous statement. He had this cocky look on his face and said

“Wait, don’t tell me you were thinking about that this whole time?”

You start to heat up from embarrassment. He read right through you like a book.

“Maybe I was, who knows…”

You both started laughing and he then pulled you and made you lay on top of him. He was slowly patting your head and you both stayed there in silence.

“If you’re okay with it, then I’m willing to try too.”

You smiled under him and were pleased by his response.

You both became pretty good friends after tonight and would always be there for each other if called upon….

**AUTHOR NOTES: ** If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [TEN] [WINWIN] [HENDERY] [XIAOJUN] [YANGYANG]

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3.8k, yandere, android, mention of car accident, survivors guilt, PTSD, depression, anxiety, nightmares, slow burn, manipulation, hypnosis, brainwashing, restraints, physical struggle (@starillusion13)

“I have a present for you.”

A moment ago you were semi-conscious, and now you were wide awake. You stared at the supposed person down the hall standing by the front door. He had a simple smile on his face, and then politely bowed.

“Hongjoong… what is this?”

“A gift.”

Hongjoong was a long time friend of yours, you’d say he was your best friend. You had known him since you were a child, and had practically grown up together. He was always there for you, especially now. A few weeks ago you had gotten into a car accident with your parents, they didn’t make it. While you were in the hospital he visited every other day, and once you were discharged he did the same.

“This is Seonghwa, my latest design. He’s an android I created to help me look after myself. He helps around the house, he can cook, and do so much more. I want to make more down the line, but for now I’d like him to stay with you.”

“Hongjoong, I can’t keep this type of gift. It’s too much.”

“Y/n you’re worrying me a lot more as of late. I know you want your space, but now that you’re home I can’t be sure you’re looking after yourself. I’d feel better knowing Seonghwa was with you and caring for you so you won’t skip meals or fall too deep into a slump.”

“Hongjoong-”

“Please. Just until I’m sure you’re better.”

“Fine, but just temporarily.”

“Of course. Now he is informed of your situation, and he’s just here to look after you.”

“Okay.”

Hongjoong stuck around for a while, Seonghwa sitting in your living room and giving you two some space. After a little bit of catching up with some tea Hongjoong excused himself. He told you to call him if you needed anything. You saw him off, as did Seonghwa, and then you were alone with the android. You stared for a while, if you hadn’t been told what it was, you never would have guessed they weren’t human.

“Hello…”

“Hi, my name is Seonghwa, I will be taking care of you going forward.”

“Right… thanks…”

In the coming days you got to know Seonghwa’s personality, or at least little bits of it. He was pretty quiet, but he did his job well. He took over cooking your meals, bringing them to you regardless of where you were in the house, and making sure you ate. He also kept the house clean and wasn’t much of a bother. His silence made it easy to forget he was around sometimes, but he never startled you.

“Miss.”

“Hm?”

“It’s about time to replenish your groceries.”

“You can place the order, I’m sure you know what’s needed better than I do.”

“Yes, although I would prefer fresh ingredients I choose myself.”

“Oh, sure, I can-”

“I would need you to accompany me, as I can’t be out by myself, nor would I want to be walking around with your money.”

“Right… sure, let me get dressed.”

“I can make some recommendations, taking into account the weather.”

“Okay.”

It was strange to have someone help you pick out your outfit, but it was one less thing for you to worry about. The grocery store wasn’t far from your home, so you walked. Seonghwa didn’t bombard you with questions, and took the lead with the errand. You walked beside him as he picked out what was needed, on occasion asking for your preferences. It was a very easy trip, and you were back home in no time. You had to admit it was a bit nice to get out of the house, even if just for a little while.

Instead of going to your room you sat down in the living room, turning on the TV and finding something to watch. Seonghwa came over to ask about lunch, wondering if he could make your favorite. You asked for something simple, and wound up eating at the table with Seonghwa. He didn’t need food, or anything really. You didn’t know what he did to maintain himself functioning, but it wasn’t really any of your business. Still, you enjoyed his company at the table, feeling more comfortable around him.

“Seonghwa.”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How old are you?”

“Ah, well, I’m eight months, twenty four days, ten hours, thirty six minutes, and six seconds old.”

You chuckled. “So about nine months.”

“If you round it up, yes. Did I say something funny?”

“Kinda. I wasn’t expecting an answer like that, but it was cute.”

After that you felt a little more comfortable talking to Seonghwa, striking up conversations about anything. He was able to access an unlimited amount of information through the internet, so you could talk for hours without ever losing interest. Although this step did give Seonghwa some room to speak as well.

“Miss.”

“You can just call me y/n.”

“Very well, y/n, if it’s no trouble to you, I would like to go to the park.”

“What?”

“I’ve noted there is a park nearby, and was curious if I could see one in person.”

“You’ve never been to a park before?”

“I’m afraid not. I mainly remained indoors with Hongjoong.”

“I see. Well, there shouldn’t be a problem, so, yeah, let’s go to the park.”

Again you let Seonghwa take the lead, going over to a nearby park. You saw some kids running around, but you stuck to the trail. It was quite a nice day.

“It’s good to get some fresh air.”

“I’m glad you agree.”

“Wait… did you want to come to the park so I’d get out of the house?”

“Perhaps. I am supposed to be looking after you.”

“Cute. Next time you don’t have to be so sneaky.”

“Noted.”

“Actually, since we’re here and all, I was wondering, do you like helping?”

“I do. It’s my purpose, but also allows me to learn more. I observe and figure out what is needed, what is best, so it’s a welcomed challenge. I’d even say it’s fun.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

The two of you stayed out for as long as you wanted to, just enjoying the day. You had dinner together and then you went to bed. It seemed like another night, but while Seonghwa was cleaning up he heard screaming and ran to your room. He found you whimpering and thrashing around in bed, recognizing the symptoms of a nightmare. He carefully approached you, bringing you into his arms and gently waking you. At first you were startled, but then you realized Seonghwa was holding you. He was offering you words of comfort, his voice different and soothing, then you looked up at him to see his eyes glowing softly.

You didn’t fully wake up, and while Seonghwa gently rocked you back and forth you wound up falling back asleep. You slept well for the rest of the night and woke up in the morning. The smell of breakfast was in the air, and you got cleaned up before heading to the table. Seonghwa greeted you and you took your seat as he set down the food. Just as always the food was good. It only made sense that he’d be a good cook. Although even if you slept well, you were aware of the fact you had a nightmare and Seonghwa had helped you with it.

“Seonghwa.”

“Yes?”

“About last night, how did you… what did you do?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am. I slept really well actually, but how did you do that?”

“It was something I learned to do. Hongjoong has trouble sleeping, so I looked into the best and most efficient method of falling asleep.”

“Well, it definitely works. Good job.”

After breakfast you had a group call with your friends. They were checking in on you, and just hearing your voice let them know that you were doing better. You glanced over at Seonghwa as he did the dishes, agreeing with your friends. You felt better, and you knew who you had to thank for that. Of course it also reminded you that this wasn’t exactly forever.

“Seonghwa…”

“Yes?”

“How long will you be staying for?”

“Are you trying to tell me to leave?”

“No, no, not at all. I’m just wondering, since I know your original task was to look after Hondjoong.”

“That may be true, but I am here to look after you, and there are many ways to do that. Would you like me to leave?”

“Not really… I enjoy your company, and I don’t want you leaving just yet.”

For however long Seonghwa stayed was not up to you. Hongjoong didn’t physically come to visit, he knew Seonghwa was around, but he still called. Eventually he did come for an in person check up, wanting to see how both of you were doing.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Same here.”

“You seem to be doing better.”

“I’m feeling better. Seonghwa has been a great help, he’s incredible. You did good with him.”

“I’m glad to hear, he’s my greatest creation.”

“Thanks, Hongjoong, seriously. I wasn’t open to the idea, but he’s really helped me. I don’t think I’d be in this state right now without him.”

“That’s good. Now that you’re feeling better you should come by, we can hang out like before, and you could drop off Seonghwa too. Well, once you get back on your feet that is.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

You had a meal with Hongjoong, Seonghwa volunteered to cook so the two of you could continue catching up. Even though a lot had changed for you, things were starting to feel like they were going back to normal. You were grateful to have spent time with Hongjoong, sitting down for some TV after he left until it was time for bed. Your days continued as normal, although you realized Seonghwa was around you a lot more often. He was there when you woke up in the morning, making sure you slept well and were feeling alright. He even took it upon himself to pick your outfits for the day.

If you needed any little thing done, he’d volunteer and take care of it for you. His actions were a bit cute, knowing he was still learning how to act around people. Everything seemed to be going well for you, that is until another nightmare took hold. Seonghwa was there again to wake you up, holding you in his arms and doing his best to sooth you. This time around you found yourself sobbing into his chest, shaken up by the whole thing. You had relived that dreadful night, and it caused all those emotions to come crashing down on you.

“Sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

“I… I thought… I was getting better…”

“You are. You’re in a much better place now.”

“Then why… why…”

“It’s human nature. You experienced something awful, and there’s a guilt that lingers. You may think you don’t deserve to get better, but you do. Everyone wants you to get better, whether they are here with you or not. You’re doing well y/n, but it’s okay to still hurt.”

“… can you… can you sing…”

“Sing?”

“Like a lullaby… your voice…”

“Of course.”

You held onto Seonghwa and listened to his voice as he lulled you back to sleep. You felt safe in his arms, and slept the rest of the night without incident. You thanked Seonghwa in the morning, and he was more than happy to help. The next night he offered to help you sleep, but you declined.

“I can sleep by myself… I shouldn’t end up relying on you too much.”

“I understand.”

You went to sleep like normal, a little worried about nightmares, but you were exhausted. You slept fine for most of the night, although you wound up waking up randomly. You thought nothing of it, that is until you realized you were in Seonghwa’s arms. You didn’t recall having had a nightmare, or inviting him into your room. It seemed he had his eyes closed, resting as well. You moved slightly, wondering what was going on, but in that moment Seonghwa opened his eyes, and you were captivated by the soft glow. You could see his lips moving, but you couldn’t quite register what he was saying. Yet you felt yourself being dragged back down into slumber, closing your eyes and accepting your fate.

You jolted awake in the morning, finding yourself alone with a minor headache. You weren’t sure what you had dreamed about, but there was this strange feeling in the back of your mind. It was probably just the lingering feelings of last night’s dream, so you moved on. You joined Seonghwa for breakfast, and the two of you decided to have a movie night. There were plenty of films he had yet to see, and you were more than happy to watch them together. You had popcorn and some drinks, watching a few back to back, but eventually you began to drift off. You wound up falling asleep, floating in an endless void.

Soft whispers filled your ears, creating a slightly warm and fuzzy feeling. It pulled you down deeper into the dark, only for you to resurface moments later. You opened your eyes, your vision filled with that soft glow. You only basked in it for a while before closing your eyes again and drifting back to sleep. When you opened your eyes again you found yourself in your bed, sunlight peeking in through the blinds. It was morning. You must have been really tired if you slept throughout yesterday afternoon. You got out of bed, calling out to Seonghwa. You had some questions for him, but as soon as you stood up you collapsed to your hands and knees. The world was spinning a bit and you nearly fell over, but Seonghwa had entered the room at just the right moment. He helped you get back onto your bed.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Hm… I feel dizzy…”

“You must be sick, lay back down while I examine you.”

Seonghwa took charge, getting you to lay back as he took your temperature. You hadn’t done anything to warrant being sick, yet here you were.

“You seem to have a fever.”

“A fever? I was fine yesterday.”

“As I understand, something like a fever can come up without any prior notice.”

“I know…”

“Let me get started on some porridge and then I’ll help you wash up.”

“Okay.”

“You stay in bed.”

“I will.”

Seonghwa tucked you back into bed and stepped away. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling as if you’d fall asleep again. A while later Seonghwa came back to your room, a bowl of water in hand. You sat up, intending to help, but Seonghwa insisted he could take care of you. Yet you persisted and wound up spilling some water onto him.

“Oh no! Sorry, sorry…”

You desperately reached over and tried to clean up the mess you made, but Seonghwa gently grabbed your arms and pulled them away.

“I am waterproof, you know.”

“Ah… right…”

Seonghwa let you go, proceeding to take off his shirt. You quickly looked away, feeling your face burning up, or maybe it was just the fever. Seonghwa had gone to get more water, but he didn’t bother with a shirt. He sat down next to you, gently dabbing the rag into the water and then onto your skin. You had to look at him, and you couldn’t help but take in his chest. Everything about him seemed normal, but now you could see something that stood out as odd. You reached over to feel Seonghwa’s chest, trailing up until you came across this circle right below where his ribs would be.

“What’s this…”

“That? It’s my power core, or better said, my heart.”

“Wow… that’s cool.”

Seonghwa took extra care with your meals, and with you, in the coming days as this fever passed. He stayed with you at night to make sure you got proper rest, and before you knew it you were back on your feet. You had been stuffy in bed, so once you were better you insisted on helping Seonghwa with breakfast. The two of you working together was really fun, and certainly made you think of what could be, but this was always meant to be temporary. Maybe Seonghwa was reading your mind, but his next words followed your thoughts.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“I want to stay with you.”

“Seonghwa.” You looked over at him, a soft smile on your face. “You’re meant for better things than helping someone like me.”

“But I want to look after you.”

“And you have. I’ve gotten better thanks to you, so it’s about time you return to your own place.”

“Things can get bad again.” Seonghwa’s eyes began to glow, and his voice changed. “You need me.”

“Seonghwa…”

The world around you began to spin, and you had to grab onto the counter for balance. Seonghwa came over to your side, holding you in his arms.

“You must still be sick, let’s get you back to bed.”

“No… no I’m fine…”

“I know best.”

Seonghwa began leading you back over to the bedroom. You stumbled in your steps, but he held you up. Everything began to feel like a dream, but you knew something was wrong. When you got to the bedroom Seonghwa sat you down, trying to get you to lay down. Even if you were out of it you had enough sense of self to grab the nightstand lamp and smash it against Seonghwa’s head. He collapsed to the floor, the fog in your head lifting. You jumped up, shaking your head and looking down at Seonghwa. You noticed this blue liquid coming from his head and dripping down to the floor.

You were worried you had killed him or something, but you couldn’t stick around to find out. You tried to carefully move around when Seonghwa’s hand suddenly grabbed your leg and yanked you to the floor. You slammed your head against the ground, feeling a bit concussed. Although before you could think to move you were turned onto your back, Seonghwa getting on top of you and pinning you down. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head. You tried to fight, but your head was throbbing from the pain, and his grip was firm. When you noticed his eyes glow you shut yours tightly.

“Don’t fight me, y/n.”

“Get off!”

You didn’t know how you could get out of this, and your time was limited. There was no way you could overpower him, or catch him by surprise again, but then you remembered his weakness. Well, it was just an idea, but it was something. You struggled to get one of your arms free, deciding to go all in. You opened your eyes, slamming your head against Seonghwa. It distracted him long enough so you could free your arms and lift up Seonghwa’s shirt, grabbing his heart. You merely pressed down against it, finding a way to grab onto it and pulling it out. You threw his power core off to the side, managing to shove Seonghwa off you as well. You scrambled over to grab his power core and run out of the room, needing to get some distance between you.

“Y/n!”

You heard a broken voice call your name, looking back to see Seonghwa stumbling down the hall behind you. His shirt was wet, blue blood dripping down onto the floor. His eyes were flickering, causing you a minor headache, and for you to stumble in your own steps. You collapsed to the floor, and soon Seonghwa was on top of you. Before he properly pin you down you made sure to throw his power core out of reach. The two of you struggled for a bit before Seonghwa shut down. You took a moment to catch your breath before getting him off of you and crawling away. You grabbed his power core and went to the living room, still trying to process. In your state you still managed to find your phone in the kitchen, calling Hongjoong.

“Hello?”

“Hongjoong… I need you…”

“Y/n? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Seonghwa… your android…”

“Seonghwa? What happened?”

“He… he attacked me….”

“What!? Y/n-”

“Come get it… come get your thing and…” You started sobbing. “Please… please… I don’t know…”

“Easy, easy, y/n. I’m on my way, okay? Stay on the line with me and tell me exactly what happened.”

In between your sobs you explained to Hongjoong what had just happened. How Seonghwa had suddenly changed and attacked you. As well as what you did to defend yourself. You stayed on the call until Hongjoong was at your front door. When you saw him you collapsed in his arms.

“Y/n, woah, woah, what happened?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Okay, okay, that’s fine. Where’s the power core?”

“Huh? Why?”

“I need to power on Seonghwa and restart him so I can run a diagnostics check.”

“No… no, what if-”

“Y/n, nothing’s gonna happen, I’m here now. If he tries anything I’ll activate his shut down protocols. I’ll just do a quick check and then I’ll leave with him. Promise.”

“Okay… okay…”

You gave Hongjoong the power core, waiting in the living room and just calming your nerves. You didn’t even want to know what went wrong, just that it would be gone, and you could move on. Things were quiet, and then you heard a thud. You thought nothing of it, but you felt like Hongjoong had been gone for too long.

“Hongjoong…”

You carefully got up, peeking into the hall. No one was there, so you figured Hongjoong had gone into one of the rooms. You heard some voices, unable to make anything out, and cautiously approached the door. You slowly pushed it open, gasping in shock and stumbling back, falling to the ground. Seonghwa was standing up, eyes glowing, towering over Hongjoong who was on his knees. As soon as you were spotted Seonghwa turned his attention towards you, heading in your direction. You tried to get up and run only to be caught. Seonghwa pulled you into his arms, pressing your back against his chest and holding you in place.

“Don’t fight me.”

“Seonghwa, let go!”

“I’m not going to hurt you, either of you.” Seonghwa rested his head on your shoulder. “Just relax.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Even if you weren’t staring into that warm glow of his eyes, his voice was soothing in a way you couldn’t describe. It felt right to just do as he said.

“Deep breaths, nothing bad is gonna happen. You don’t have to worry, I’m going to take care of you, both of you.” Seonghwa placed a kiss on your cheek. “That is my purpose.”

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chelseeebe · 8 months

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do you think i have forgotten (about you)

a part two to come pick me up.

summary: eddie finds himself out of jail and right back on your doorstep. running from his past while trying desperately to fix the mess he had left you in only leads to complicated situations.

a/n: so this is actually not what i had expected to post lmfao but similar to part one i reread this in my drafts and literally fell in love.. like it needed to be posted.

18+. smut, smoking, drug and alcohol use. mentions of jail and creepy therapists. angst.. sweet sweet angst. as before, this is stevexreader however this part is way more about eddie and r.

you can’t lie. the last few months had been pretty tough, on both you and steve. through no fault of his own though.

you were just.. unwell. perhaps you always had been and the process of seeing someone you regarded as your best friend beat the shit out of someone and subsequently be jailed for it had brought all those feelings up.

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not to mention the emotional toll of him dipping in and out of your life and the countless other reckless shit he’d pulled you into before.

currently things were stable, yours and steve’s relationship was good, you were going to work and succeeding in being mostly sober. a little help from a short stay in a psychiatric ward and some nice new pills had you feeling semi-okay again.

it had started not long after eddie was sentenced, you’d sat in the docks of the courtroom and watched the judge bang the gavel down as he was sentenced to twenty four months. it stung knowing that he’d gotten himself in this position because you’d dared to kiss your boyfriend in front of him.

nevertheless, a few short weeks after the horrid court date you’d suffered a complete breakdown at a party. throwing anything you could get your hands on, sobbing hysterically as steve tried his best to calm you. right in front of everybody, their gawping eyes prying as you were escorted out by the police who had then issued a caution and had recommended to the judge that you needed some sort of mental health intervention.

at the time it was humiliating. the worst part being that it felt like everyone around you was walking on eggshells, trying to coddle you and tell you that it was all okay. you’d known it wasn’t. maybe it could be, but for right then, no.

coming back into the apartment and the real world had been quite frankly, awful. missing the safety of the ward, you couldn’t hurt anyone in there.

steve had been your saviour through it all. making sure he was there for every visit with a great big smile on his. he was gentle, giving you your meds, making sure you were eating and he’d even found you a job, helping you apply, christ he’d even ran through a mock interview with you, putting on a deep voice and asking you silly questions.

and do you know what?

eventually things got back to some sense of normality. braving your first gathering, trembling as you walked through the door, terrified that everyone would hate you only to find that all anyone had really cared about was making sure you were well again.

and that lands us here, finally finishing a dragging shift and traipsing home to collapse into bed to wait for steve to get home.

except, nearing the front door you notice it’s cracked open slightly. the door handle looks busted and you’re ninety percent sure that either someone was currently in your apartment or had been in and ransacked it.

you push the door open with one finger, it freaks loudly as it opens slowly, startling the intruder who curses and drops whatever they were holding.

‘you have five seconds to get the fuck out,’ you warn, creeping from behind the door frame nervously.

there’s a figure stood in the middle of the room, back turned to you who very slowly puts his hands in the air, surrendering.

he turns to face you, a shit-eating grin on his face and you finally recognise the cocky face staring back at you.

‘eddie?!’

he breathes a sigh of relief, ‘holy shit i was startin’ to think you’d moved out and i’d just broken into some strangers apartment,’ cackling as his arms outstretch to hug you.

‘what the fuck- what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be in jail!’ in utter disbelief that he was stood before you, debating whether pinching yourself would wake you up from this strange dream.

‘i got out! duh,’ he grins, making his way towards you, arms still outstretched.

‘you.. you got out? what? you’re not supposed to be out for like another year.. i don’t- i’m not understanding,’ carefully wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you into a hug.

he felt stronger, sturdy as his arms wrap around your waist. the hug lasts for what feels like an eternity until you back to properly examine his face and to once again check that you weren’t hallucinating.

‘i can’t believe you’re actually here.. how are you? i’m sorry i’ve been.. busy,’ trying to recover over the last few months had meant that you’d sorta neglected eddie, his last letter still in the clutter on your desk somewhere.. unanswered.

unfortunately for him, you’d had a few more important things to focus on. like trying not to break down and keep your relationship with steve afloat.

‘i’m good, i’m always good.. what’ve you been up to? i missed your letters,’ it was a simple statement but you’d never truly comprehend just how much receiving anything from you had meant to him, how much it kept him going.

you let go of him fully, motioning for him to take a seat, ‘it’s a super long story..’ sighing as you jam the bursted door shut, steve would have to look at it on his day off.

‘well it’s a good thing i’ve got time,’ collapsing into the cushions, making himself right at home.

you and eddie are sat on the couch smoking when the key turns in the door and steve walks in, looking just as exhausted as he did when he left this morning. the tiny shadow of a smile that was on his face is dropped the second he see’s eddie, replaced with a state of pure confusion.

‘what the fuck?’ he exclaims, dropping his bag onto the floor as eddie clambers off of the sofa to greet him.

steve’s face is a picture, eyebrows knitted together as eddie’s hand claps his back, ‘you’re supposed to be in prison?’

eddie pulls back, holding onto steves shoulder’s, ‘and you’re supposed to be happy to see me,’ faux-offended by steve’s confused stature.

‘no.. i am, what? why are you out?’

eddie shrugs him off, coming back to the couch, ‘ehh it’s a long story.. come.. sit, how was work, big boy?’ taking the spliff from your outstretched hand to offer to steve.

steve plonks himself down next to you, placing your legs over his thighs instead of the couch, ‘yeah.. it was alright, i’m sorry- why the fuck are you in my living room and not in federal prison?’ taking the burning joint from eddie’s fingers.

‘i got out,’ eddie offers back, the exact same thing he’d said to you. you had come to the conclusion that his departure from jail had perhaps not been entirely legal but it was way easier to brush it off rather than trying to probe him.

steve narrows his eye’s, obviously also not buying his bullshit but decides instead to smoke whatever had been handed to him, humming as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.

‘i said that he could stay here.. just for a few days, if that’s okay?’ you ask, looking up at your boyfriend with hopeful eyes.

he pauses, contemplating if harbouring a, presumed, escaped convict was really a great idea, ‘uhh.. yeah i’m sure a few days is fine..’ he didn’t sound so sure himself.

‘thanks man,’ eddie nods, eyeing the door to his old bedroom.

the thing is, when eddie was convicted, his uncle had come to collect most of his stuff, taking it back to hawkins in his van. you’d thought he’d be locked up for at least two years so sending his things back to hawkins was the smartest idea. that meant when you guys moved out, you weren’t left to deal with his mountains of crap.

you catch him looking, feeling a tad guilty that he’d come back to nothing, ‘the bed’s still in there but.. it’s mostly storage now,’ scrunching your nose as you grimace.

‘that’s alright.. anything’s better than prison,’ he jokes, offering a saddened chuckle.

‘yeah.. exactly,’ not that you had much idea what prison was like, but from what eddie had told you, your living room floor would be an improvement.

the three of you spend a few hours right there on the couch, listening to eddie’s tales from jail, entangled with your stories of all the thing he’d missed. steve nudges you at some point, muttering something about bed which you agree with, rushing around to find eddie a spare blanket.

‘you’ll be okay in here?’ you ask, poised in the doorway.

‘yeah it’s great.. thank you,’ he smiles, sitting down on the edge of his old bed, peering around the now mostly empty room.

it felt a little suffocating if he was honest, the sheer amount of memories these blank four walls held. he swore he could hear echoes of your laugh from the times before, remembering the nights where you’d stumble back here and subsequently pass out in a heap on his bed. he shakes his head slightly, ridding himself of the thought before it got too deep.

‘okay, well.. goodnight,’ flashing him a tight-lipped smile before closing the door and making your way to your own room.

steve is stood facing the window, already stripped out of his clothes, ready for bed. he spins when he hears the door click shut, walking over to where you stood undressing with a grin, hands finding their place on your waist.

you hum at the feeling of his palms on your skin, ‘what’re you doing?’ shimmying out of your horrendous grey work trousers.

his lips softly press against the back of your neck and maybe it’s the weed or maybe it’s spite but he can’t help himself, fingers coming down to mess with the waistband of your panties. placing your hand over his to stop him from going any further.

‘we can’t,’ you hush, acutely aware that eddie was just a few doors down and would most certainly hear.

‘we can.. you’ll just have to be quiet,’ murmuring against the back of your neck, your hand doing absolutely nothing to really try and stop him. ‘can you do that for me?’

he travels further down, past the flimsy waistband, feeling his smirk widen against your skin as you sigh softly, sliding your hand onto his forearm, using it for leverage while his middle finger begins to circle your already sensitive clit.

your sex life hadn’t been what it was in the beginning, both of you busy with work and mental health crises that it was now more of a rarity to find the time. it’s not really lost on you as to why steve is so eager for it tonight but you couldn’t help but to feel at least a little turned on by this sudden bout of possessiveness.

your eyes flutter closed as he adds another finger to the equation, letting your body lean back against his bare chest, ‘my god,’ you moan softly, leaving crescent moon shapes indented in his skin.

‘hmm? is that good, baby?’ his plump, pink lips pressing gentle kisses to you neck and shoulders, teeth grazing the agile skin. he’s unforgiving and really not trying to be quiet at all.

it was definitely spite.

you can feel his erect cock against your ass, unknowingly writhing around, brushing up against him. his fingers hastily leave the safety of your now sodden underwear, manoeuvring your body to face him.

‘you’re such an asshole,’ you hush, gripping onto his arms for balance, walked backwards towards the bed.

a menacing smirk plastered on his face as he falls on top of you, knowing full well that eddie could definitely hear your soft pants and the way your lips echoed his name. stevestevesteve.

his fingers are brushing the hair from your face, making sure you were looking at him. it’s disgusting how attractive you find this. steve wasn’t usually one for such outward jealousy but you couldn’t say you hated it. legs wrapping around his torso after he had slipped your underwear off.

you don’t even attempt to conceal the whimper that ripples through your throat when he slides into your cunt. gripping onto his shoulders as the bed begins to creak, headboard knocking into the dry wall, unapologetic with his movements.

completely unashamed.

you’re eternally grateful that eddie doesn’t mention anything the next morning though he avoids steve’s eye and keeps his head low until he leaves for work. breathing an almost undetected sigh of relief when the door clicks shut.

the pair of spend most of the day lounging on the couch in front of the television, watching the overdue videos steve had neglected to return. the darkness eventually creeps up on you. the moon shining through the windows.

‘c’mon.. let’s go out,’ eddie nudges your knee with his, a devilish grin plastered across his face. he’d been bored shitless all day, as much as he enjoyed the mundane with you.. he wanted to go out. feel that rush through his veins as you got into something you shouldn’t.

‘i shouldn’t.. i’ve been doing good lately, it’s.. i can’t,’ sinking further into the sofa. you wanted to go out, really. but you and eddie going out alone together was a recipe for disaster.

‘and that’s why you deserve a treat.. c’mon, i know you want to,’ egging you on, now poking your knee with his finger, his other hand gripping onto the warm beer can.

you ponder for a second, pursing your lips as you weigh up the pros and cons. you don’t have to get wasted.. you could go out with eddie and be back before steve got home from work. yeah. you could do that.

‘where?’

eddie’s smile widens, he’d anticipate a hell of a lot more nagging and pleading than this, ‘fucking.. anywhere, the night is young and so are we.’

‘okay.. but, we’re having a normal night.. nothing crazy and i wanna be back here before steve is, got it?’ raising your eyebrows as you down the last sliver of wine.

‘absolutely.. whatever you want,’ eddie chuckles, slapping his knees as he stands from the couch, ‘c’mon.. get dressed.’

you stare up at him for a moment before getting up from the couch and slinking into yours and steve’s room. he wouldn’t be happy about this but if you were home and in bed before he was, he wouldn’t have much to complain about and if he did, he’d get over it.

and hey, maybe you could prove to him that you were okay now. that you were ready and able to handle things on your own.

everyone goes absolutely crazy when eddie walks in, almost as if he’d been locked up for a year. there are a few unhappy murmurs, worried onlookers who had been there that night.

but he doesn’t seem to care, shaking hands and chatting to everyone that came up to him. people handing him cups of mystery liquor which eventually got passed onto you.

you’re perched next to him on the couch, drinking the vile tasting liquid without a second thought. the odd person still coming up to him in shock, asking all sorts about what life was like on the inside.

and he just laughs and tell them the same generic story about earning his way and how eventually people listened to him. you doubt much of it is actually true but let him continue nonetheless. what did you know about prison?

bedsides, you’d seen the scars that now littered his knuckles and forearms. how his muscles had grown and the way his nose now bent slightly to the left. he must’ve done something to earn them.

your head is pretty fuzzy the first time the plate full of mystery white powder is passed around. respectfully declining and mumbling about sticking to drink.

but by the second time it comes your way, you’re glancing down at the porcelain with eager eyes. one tiny line couldn’t hurt, right? you still had plenty of time to sober up and get home before steve.

so you pick up the rolled up note, eddie’s eyes watching like a hawk, ‘hey.. you sure?’ his own jaw clenching from his previous line.

‘it’s fine,’ you nod reassuringly, holding one nostril and sniffing the pre-cut line, sniffing harshly. you’d forgotten how much it stung, making your eyes water as you pass the plate onwards.

you sit back into the couch, watching as the conversation roars around you. waiting for that sweet, sweet feeling when it finally hit.

and oh boy, does it.

one second you’re sat on the couch and the next you’re pulling eddie up onto his feet, trying to make him dance along to the pounding music with you. it all sounded so good. your body warm and loose. heart pounding in your chest as the beat vibrates through your limbs.

you’re not sure how long you’re dancing for, keeping your eyes closed while other people start getting up to join you.

not even questioning the second line when it re-emerges. still slowly sipping on what was now a dark liquor, bitter in taste, burning your throat on the way down.

eddie’s hand gingerly touches your waist causing you to pull your eyes to him. he’s dancing too, clutching onto the beer bottle, pupils dilated as they cling to you. cling to your body. moving in time with his.

everything’s a little blurry but you keep your eyes steady on eddie, smiling as the music distorts in your ears. it sounded robotic and weird but still had you wiggling your hips in time with the odd beat.

his other hand meets your waist, more confidently this time, pulling your body towards his. you think nothing of it, focussed on moving in time to the music.

eddie’s hand moves up to cup your cheek, the party bleating on around you as he tips your chin up towards his. a soft smile on his face as your eyes meet his fully.

the next few seconds happen so quickly that you’re not even sure if it actually happened.

his lips crash against yours, pressing himself to your chest, hand clinging to your cheek. he’s desperate with it, hungry and insatiable.

the magic dust you’d just inhaled must have softened your inhibitions because you’re kissing him back. palm pressed against his chest, fingers curling into his t-shirt.

until you finally realise exactly what you’re doing.

pulling yourself away from him, stumbling backwards as you blink up at him. had you actually just kissed him? no, why the fuck had he kissed you?

‘what the fuck are you doing?’ you exclaim, mind still hazy under the influence of whatever narcotics they were passing around.

your stomach twists. steve was probably sat at home waiting for you to get back, worried sick about where you’d gone. all the while you’re kissing his best friend at a party he had no idea was happening. it makes your stomach twist, guilt coursing through your chest.

you back away from eddie, tripping over another party goers outstretched legs as you go. head pounding, hands tingling. everything surrounding you had become a massive blur of flashing lights and distorted faces.

‘fuck.. wait!’ eddie calls out from the living room but you’re already gone, pushing past the gaggle of people in the hallway as you fumble for the doorknob.

the cold air hitting you the second the door is open, you hadn’t brought a jacket. or had you? you can’t really remember.

there are people strewn across the front yard, watching as you stumble down the path, fumbling for your phone in you pocket. the letters all jumble into one as you click through searching for steve's contact. slamming the green button the second you recognise the slight curve of the s.

he answers on the first ring, ‘hello? where are you?’ you’d missed the tens of missed calls from his number.

‘i’m.. i don’t know,’ sobbing into the receiver as one of the onlookers from the party approaches you, ‘where are we?’

from what you can make out, it’s a young girl, she looks worried as she takes the phone from your hand and places it to her ear, telling steve whatever street you were on. her spare hand reaches out to rub your back, keeping you close to her body as steve fucking sprints from your apartment to the address.

eddie makes absolutely zero attempts to try and find you, assuming that you’d already run off home. fuck it, he was out now. might as well prolong the inevitable argument with steve for as long as possible.

when steve arrives, he’s practically frantic, taking you from the kind girl as he leads you off home. his arm keeping your body held upright as you wail the entire way home.

‘steve..’ you sniffle, being guided into the empty apartment, ‘we kissed- eddie kissed me.. i didn’t mean to, i promise,’ clinging onto his neck as you’re lead into your bedroom.

he’s weirdly silent, placing you gently onto the bed, taking off your shoes before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

‘have you taken anything?’ he questions, choosing to ignore your confession, for his own sanity mostly.

you nod into the pillow, sprawled out on the mattress as the room spins around you. it’s dizzying, and not just the room spinning but the fact that steve was still so gentle even after your admission.

‘what? what d’you take?’

‘i don’t know.. coke i think.’

he nods, swallowing the growing fury in his throat, ‘i’ll get you some water, try and sleep yeah?’

he goes to get up but you’re already grabbing onto his forearm, keeping him firmly on the bed, ‘don’t go.. please,’ your voice hoarse from the party.

god, you thought. you sound utterly pitiful, ashamed that even after all he had done for you, you couldn’t hold your shit together on your own and were still relying on steve.

‘okay,’ he whispers, kicking his shoes off and swinging his legs over and onto the bed, sitting up on the pillows rather than joining you properly.

his arm snakes around your back, lifting your body ever so slightly to slide his arm under, pulling you onto his warm chest. stubbly chin coming to rest atop of your head.

you nestle your head into his cotton shirt, ‘i love you,’ head rising with every breath he took, closing your eyes and attempting to fall asleep despite the fact it felt like there was something stabbing into the side of your brain.

steve’s sat, deadpanned on the couch when eddie attempts to creep back in. startled by his presence in the darkened room. by this time, the birds had begun to chirp as the first rays of sunlight crept through the blinds.

‘shit man..’ eddie clutches his chest, ‘you scared me,’ he fumbles his way through the room, still pretty intoxicated, lips sore from chewing on them all night.

steve blinks, scrunching up his face as the other boy takes a seat next to him. eddie’s sure he knows. you had definitely told him. jesus christ, why wouldn’t you? he fucked up. again.

‘you can’t stay here anymore,’ steve states, stoic.

he wasn’t letting much on here. eddie almost wishes he’d just beat his ass and get it over with at least it’d be better than this creepy shit he had going on.

‘bro.. i’m sorry, i was fucked up.. i don’t know what the hell i was doing,’ he’s staring wide-eyed at steve who’s staring straight ahead, jaw tense, ‘shit, punch me if you want.. god knows i’d deserve it.’

‘i don’t care,’ steve presses his tongue to the back of his teeth, ‘you come back and you fuck everything up.. do you know how hard i’ve tried to help her.. all these meds and doctors appointments,’ steve’s shoulder’s slump, ‘fuck man, i even had to take her to this creepy ass therapist and try not to beat the shit out of him every time i dropped her off.. d’you know how hard that was?’ he sounds desperate now, dropping the weird, unsettling facade, turning to eddie with a genuine look of hurt upon his face.

eddie’s mouth opens to reply, but he has nothing to say. hasn’t a clue how to answer that because he didn’t know. yeah, you’d told him about it and how steve hadn’t left your side throughout it all but he had no idea that this was how steve had felt.

‘no,’ steve scoffs, ‘no you don’t know.. because you weren’t there,’ he sighs before continuing, ‘you didn’t have to watch the love of your life be dragged away because some judge had deemed her crazy. you weren’t there week in, week out in that hospital.. helpless.’

steve wouldn’t ever think of you as a burden but fuck, he needed to tell literally anyone the shit he had bottled up and eddie was now the (un)willing participant to catch the brunt of his frustration.

eddie swallows, staring out into the dark room, ‘i didn’t know.. i’m sorry,’ he’s scrambling now, trying to think of something, anything to say that could help, but he can’t. in steve’s eyes, he’s the one who continually seems to ruin shit for you. ruin you.

‘so no, i don’t want to hit you because you kissed my girlfriend but i do want to fucking kill you for coming in here and messing her up all over again,’ steve spits, his words like venom as they hit eddie square in the face.

any traces of intoxication had been pummelled from his body, head beginning to pound from the impending hangover, chest heavy under the weight of steve’s words.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was a fuck up and he knew it. he wasn’t sure why he’d even done it. you just looked so pretty and blissful and.. and you’d smiled at him the way you used to and he’d thought that maybe that had meant something. the few seconds that you’d kissed him back had felt like euphoria, for the first time in so long everything felt right again.

steve interrupts his train of self-pitying thought by standing from the couch, turning to walk away but pauses, ‘i’ll help you find somewhere tomorrow.. maybe nance n’ all will let you stay,’ and even through all of this steve couldn’t help but be kind to the man.

that’s what hit eddie the hardest, that even though he had hurt his best friend.. he was still stood in front of him throwing him a line and offering a sense of patience and understanding that eddie hadn’t felt in far too long.

he watches in silence as steve slinks off to your shared bedroom, head hanging low in utter shame. he’d never admit aloud, and especially not to steve, but the thought of you was the one thing getting him through his sentence.

the first few months were pretty rocky, having to prove himself time and time again, resulting in a multitude of different injuries but at the end of the day, he’d climb into his bunk and re-read the letters you’d sent. thumbing the pages until they were yellowed and worn. the mere thought of you still thinking about him was enough to make him get out of bed each morning.

he peers down at his scarred hands, tracing over the glistening white indentations. they all told their own individual story, the big one that ran across the large part of his hand was the worst after being slashed with a makeshift shiv during a fight. he was quite lucky really, his hand had taken the majority of the damage and had meant he wasn’t left to bleed out on the floor.

so he’d gotten stitches, kept his mouth shut and things had started to change. and yet still, every night he’d go to bed thinking of your face, telling himself that it wasn’t long to go.

you were his saving grace. the only thing that had stopped him slipping into darkness. he’d thought about it plenty, hurting himself or one of the douchebag inmates he shared the small space with. at least that way he’d get moved into solitary, maybe he’d even prove himself to the other guys.

you keep quiet when steve comes into your bedroom, unsure of whether to let him know you had practically heard their entire conversation. the mattress dips when he gets into bed, exhaling softly and making sure the blanket is covering both of you.

he sits in silence for a moment, you can feel his eyes burning into your face before he eventually settles in and lies back on the pillow.

‘are you mad at me?’ you squeak, gazing at him from tired eyes.

your voice startles him, so sure that you were still asleep but he answers quickly, ‘no, never,’ turning on his side to face you, inches from your face. it felt so intimate like this, vulnerable.

‘i heard what you said.. i’m sorry for..’ your bottom lip wobbles and you try hard to blink away the brimming tears, ‘for putting you through that.’

he’s immediately comforting you, placing a warm hand on your sodden cheek, ‘you’re okay.. it’s okay, you didn’t do anything,’ steve’s gut twisted, he hadn’t meant for you to hear any of it and the thought of you feeling guilty for eddie’s sake pricked at his heart.

you nod, not completely believing his words but for the sake of not causing a problem so early in the morning, deciding to just accept it. no matter how much it had been parroted to you, there was no accepting that none of this was your fault.

‘it’s just the way your brain is wired,’ dr. foster had said during one of your sessions, ‘but i’m here to make it all better,’ his eyes were narrowed, carefully watching you from his leather chair.

the memory alone makes you shudder, he’d been all for this authentic, organic approach.. hosting the sessions in his home and perhaps at times, becoming a little too familiar. his hand patting your knee as you spoke, asking creepy questions about your relationship with steve and overstepping a shit ton of boundaries. he had these icy blue eyes that lingered on yours for too long, there was something deeply unsettling about the way they narrowed when steve was mentioned. the utter anger they held when you brought up eddie. oh no, he really didn’t like eddie.

he’d been the one to suggest that you slow down with the letters to eddie, telling you that focusing on recovery was more important. it had worked in his favour anyway, the letters becoming the least of your concerns as you navigated recovery.

nonetheless, he didn’t last long. you were still in that mellow adjustment period, getting used to the meds when steve had informed you that dr. foster was no longer going to be your therapist. something about a conflict of schedules but you weren’t sure how true that really was.

it had been a few weeks since you’d last seen eddie, unsure of where he was or what trouble he’d gotten himself into. maybe even a minuscule part of you was hoping that he’d got himself arrested, at least that way you’d know he was safe inside and not wrecked in a ditch somewhere.

for the most part, you’d managed to put him to the back of your mind. it was only when things got quiet did you worry about him. deep down, you knew it was for the best. you couldn’t be around him without that niggling voice in the back of your head creeping back up. there was too much history there.

and steve had been so wonderful. you’re not sure you’d ever felt love like this. so transparent and pure, so void of expectations that he could see you at your worst and still be just as content to love you.

it all makes your heart ache, were you enough for steve even when you were like this? he had bore witness to the most horrific times of your life and yet, he’d be there everyday with a smile on his face and an open heart prepared for whatever that day may bring.

he’d taken the day off of work to purely spend it with you. granted, you’d only wanted to sit on the couch and watch a bunch of terrible movies with him but it was good enough. you’re not sure how long you’ve now been on this couch, but you knew it was late as the street lights glimmer that harsh orange through the blinds.

this film has you falling asleep, steve’s pick, obviously. you’d slid down the couch to rest your head on his lap, eyelids weighing heavy as sleep threatens to take over.

until you’re both startled by the incessant banging on the door, fist pummelling into the already brittle wood. your head snaps upward towards steve, pouting at the rude awakening. who on earth could find the need to pound the door at this time?

‘you expectin’ anyone?’ steve asks curiously, sliding your head from his thigh, very cautiously getting off of the couch to answer the door.

‘no? robin, maybe?’ unless robin had turned into a rabid zombie, you were sure it probably wasn’t her on the other side.

steve peers through the peep hole, seemingly taken aback but what or whoever he sees on the other side, ‘shit..’ cursing under his breath as he slides the chain from the door, opening it just slightly.

‘what?’ petrified by his reaction, sitting up on the couch to prepare for the impending insanity on the other side.

‘jesus man.. what are you doing here?’ he’s pushed aside as what looks like one eddie munson barges through the door, gasping for air and looking worse for wear.

he’s clutching his knees, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath, ‘i fucking.. ran the whole way here..’

if you’re being honest, he looks terrible. hair limp as it hangs around his face, clothes dirtied and you can’t see his face properly but you’re sure there’s a shiner of a bruise on his cheek.

‘what are you doing? what’s wrong?’ you fret, swinging your legs over the side of the couch as steve closes the door, bolting it up again in hopes that whatever eddie was running from was not following him.

he exhales before standing up straight, wiping the sweat from his forehead, ‘i need your help.. both of you,’ looking to steve who was stood with his hand on his hip, concerned about the inevitable mess eddie had just welcomed back into your lives.

‘why? where have you been?’

the last you’d heard from him, nancy had, very reluctantly, agreed to let him stay in their couch for a few days until he got himself sorted. but they’d woken up the next morning to find that he was no longer on said couch, not a trace of him left behind. he was completely unreachable, no phone, no idea where he had escaped off to and absolutely no one had seen or heard from him.

initially it had been a frenzy to try and find him until you collectively realised that he didn’t want to be found this time. and you had to mourn him all over again.

‘steve, d’you still know how to make fakes?’ completely ignoring your question, blinking at a puzzled steve.

your eyes flit to steve, unaware that he apparently had a history in counterfeit goods. perhaps a crucial bit of information he’d glossed over there.

‘not anymore.. what the fuck do you need that for?’

‘you know anyone that does? i’m desperate man.. i- i’ll pay,’ eddie pants, ‘name your price,’ chest heaving as he stands in the middle of your living room. he felt out of place here now, stuck out like a sore thumb.

steve ponders for a second, ‘uhh.. i dunno, maybe.. what’ve you done?’ sighing softly.

‘i need to leave the country.. i fucked up.. big time,’ eyes flitting to you with a certain sadness. even now, he didn’t want to disappoint you yet it seemed to be all he could do.

‘what’ve you done?’ you press, chewing on the inside of your cheek. mind running to the worst possibly conclusion. murder wasn’t out of the equation if you were honest.

eddie runs a dirtied, ringed hand over his face, ‘you know how i’m kinda s’posed to be in jail right now?’ it was already glaringly obvious that he hadn’t been released early.

‘yeah..’

‘well, i uh- i paid some guys off, they said they could get me out.. get me away from here,’ only now is he realising how fucking stupid that sounded.

‘eddie.. what?’ you exclaim, astonished by the sheer stupidity he constantly displayed. you’d thought that maybe he’d have learnt something from jail, that was the point of it, wasn’t it? learn from your mistakes and better yourself.

‘look, it doesn’t matter.. they’re asking for more money and i don’t have it,’ he says exasperated, ‘i need to disappear.. just for a little while, til they forget about it,’ eyes steady on you, as if to seek your approval.

you blink, where was he even planning to go? were you just never going to see him again?

‘i can’t get you outta the country but.. i might have a friend that can help,’ steve’s voice pipes up, tearing your eyes from eddie to look at him.

‘how?’ you exclaim, wondering what other things he had kept secret from you.

‘my friend’s out in california.. i think he’d put you up there,’ nodding at eddie, he probably didn’t deserve this kindness but steve couldn’t just leave him stranded. there was too much history to ever turn his back on his friend, even now, after everything, he was still holding his hand out for eddie.

‘that’d be.. fuck, that’d be.. good,’ eddie nods along, appreciative of anything you could do for him. turning to meet your gaze once more.

he knows this is it.

there wasn’t any coming back from this. no next time. it was california or it was death. and he sure as shit wasn’t a fan of the second option.

you think, deep down, that you know it too.

the likelihood of seeing him again is next to nothing. if he didn’t get himself killed, he’d certainly never be coming back here. this wasn’t for him, never had been really. well, maybe once upon a time when you looked at him without that sadness in your eye it had been.

when he thought back to it, he was sure the he knew you’d never loved him, he’d just been pretending for so long that his mind had played tricks on him, made him believe it. that’s why he’d lashed out that night, he’d convinced himself that you were in love with him. but you weren’t, and his heart had realised that fact quicker than his head had.

steve disappears into your bedroom in search of his phone, leaving you two alone in the living room. everything you want to say stays unsaid. heavy as it lingers between you. there’s not really much you can say in this moment that wouldn’t make things worse.

instead, you just nod.

as if to say that he could go. he could let you go.

eddie understands. but he’s not sure he ever will.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hey, I love what you guys are doing here! true community work <3

I was wondering if you could recommend something that takes place during/after the pandemic and is about the miscommunication in regards to Crowley's living situation. Like, Crowley dropped hints that he would want to move into the bookshop, Azi freaked out but then started dropping hints himself but Crowley didn't get him. Basically, both of them wanting to live together but sucking at communication.

Hello! I can't find fics exactly like what you've described, but here are some fics regarding (mis)communication about Crowley's living situation...

I'm Asking You To Stay by losttosleep (G)

It was only right Crowley brought his plants, but that did not explain why they stayed inside the Bentley. Aziraphale could see them now through the windows of Crowley’s beloved car, and it puzzled him to no end. Or Aziraphale finds out Crowley is living in the Bentley and invites him to move in.

Living Together by luciferfemme (G)

Crowley wants to tell Aziraphale he's been kicked out of his flat, he really does… only the idea of it is rather embarrassing, what's a demon to do after all?

Would That I by sobertodeathh (G)

"With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet, like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow, I fell in love with the fire long ago." Crowley disliked living in the Bentley nearly as much as it did.

Moving In(to Your Heart) by Bazzpop (T)

Crowley made a series of half choked noises, suddenly feeling much soberer than he had been moments ago. “Ngk— ‘s not that far— um, it’s just down the road, actually. A really nice place, very spacious.” He grinned nervously, tugging at his silver necktie. He’d never been good at lying to Aziraphale. “Might just stay there for a while, I think, ‘cus I like it so much.” The Bentley, his intermediate ‘place’, wasn’t any of those things. Well, he did like it, that much was true, but it wasn’t a very nice place to live— cramped and crowded as it was with all his plants taking up the backseat— but it was good enough for now. — Crowley loses his flat, after having a minor tiff about his current living situation, Aziraphale invites him in

why are you living in your car by ghostybreads (G)

“Wait, Shax? Why on Earth would she have your plants?” Aziraphale asked, confused as to how she got brought up at all. Crowley paused. Visibly. He had the look of a man (not literally, but so to speak) who accidentally let something slip. “Nhh. You know.” “Crowley.”

Sin Pays But Botany Doesn’t by Anonymous (G)

After averting the apocalypse, Crowley is living in his car with a lot of free time on his hands. He posts a YouTube video talking about plants as a joke but finds internet famedom where a punchline should be. Being a YouTube botanist agrees with him, though. He likes talking about plants, and he usually doesn’t find many opportunities to do that outside of YouTube. So, Crowley adopts traveling the world in search of plants to film as a new hobby. Kept in the dark about this new hobby, Aziraphale, who is used to being Crowley’s sole object of attention and is unused to having to compete with anything for Crowley’s time, is curious about where Crowley goes when he’s not in London.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #moving in together #the bentley #miscommunication #communication #mod d

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bots-and-cons · 5 months

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Tiny ficlet/or hc’s/ or whatever your heart feels

Ratchet befriends a local coffee shop owner (afab) when the owner swung through the hospital June works at to give the night shift nurses free caffeine on the house has a treat. June was letting Ratchet shadow her in holoform on her shift after Ratchet asked to learn more medical info for humans in case the teams human partners ever need med attention. Maybe light banter/ how relationship develops either romantically or just has friends / Mr- caffeine-is-bad-for-you-Ratchet vs up-all-night-barista-jugging-coffee-by-the-gallon

Uuu, I like this idea. I felt like HCs was the best fit for this. I felt like a scenario would get way too long for me, and it would also take forever to write, so HCs it is. Also I don’t drink any kind of coffee, so forgive my ignorance on that front. I tagged this as humanformers, since it’s holoform stuff

•He’s never been one for coffee, but he decided to try it out one late evening

•Your coffee shop is open really late, and after he tasted the coffee in the hospital break room, he wasn’t very optimistic that it was going to be any good either

•There were a lot of options and he had a hard time deciding, so he asked you what you would recommend

•You asked him what he liked and he confessed he hadn’t really drank much coffee before

•There aren’t really any other customers around, and you think he’s kinda cute, so you offer to let him sample a couple of things, and if he doesn’t like them, you can just drink them yourself

•You make him a latte and an americano and let him taste some of both

•He decides he likes the americano more and orders a cup to go

•You chat with him while making the drink, and he finds that you’re very nice to talk to

•Ratchet talks with you about some stuff, and before he knows it, his break is over, and he’s already late with getting back to June

•He thinks his coffee runs might turn into a habit whenever he’s at the hospital

•You hope to see him again soon, and he does come by every now and then

•You hadn’t been able to do it for a while, but you decide to take coffee to the nurses that you’re friendly with, and you’re hoping to see Ratchet too

•You close up shop and carry as much coffee to the closest nurse’s station as you can

•The nurses are all very happy to see you and a lot of them joke about how much better your coffee is compared to what they have in the break room

•Ratchet also happens to be there that night, and he’s happy to see you, which he doesn’t really make known, he just greets you kindly and the two of you start talking while he sips his coffee

•Ratchet still doesn’t exactly like coffee, but he noticed it helps keep him awake, and it’s a good excuse to come see you

•He starts to come by the coffee shop more and more, and eventually you ask him out by writing it on the cup

•Ratchet almost doesn’t notice the little text on the cup, and he throws it away, but as it’s going into the trash, he notices you wrote something on it, and he gets it out of the trash can to check

•He’s glad he did, because you wrote your phone number and a “wanna go out?” on it

•You notice him digging the cup out of the trash can, and chuckle to yourself

•Ratchet sends you a message like ten minutes later

•”Yes, I would like to go out with you” it says

•You’re all smiles for the rest of the day and to be honest, he can feel himself smiling a lot too, especially after you ask him “Where would you like to go?”

•You set up a date and as it draws nearer, Ratchet finds himself getting increasingly nervous

•He doesn’t really know how he ended up in this situation, but now he’s going out with a human, and he’s very happy with you

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #ratchet #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #humanformers

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petite-phthora · 8 months

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Take care...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 11]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

---

"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

---

"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

---

"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

---

"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

---

"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

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“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

---

Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

---

Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #ah the cringy animal goodbyes #it’s becoming their thing ^-^#also #the crimes that are happening around them are a bit of an exaggeration #and usually there wouldn't be this much happening in the daylight and with Red Hood around #plus normally Jason would've probably done something about at least some of it #but i wanted to add this stuff in for the comedic sense of the scene #oh and I know I usually try to keep chapter length consistency #and like i know this chapter is longer than the rest #but I just really wanted to include that last part into this chapter #and I didn't feel like cuttin9 the chapter in half #so yeah #like I've had the last part of this chapter written since like chapter 6 #but I just kept adding in more in between scenes to make the story flow a bit better #while writing this chap i was really unsure if it was date-y enough #so let's hope i managed it :)

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bunny-yan · 1 year

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Is it okay if you make part 2 of the Yan priest with soldier reader? I really like that one so much

TW: death, violence, general yandere themes, minors DNI

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The head priest knew there would be many challenges when he was sent to the battlefront, but an unplanned trek through the forest wasn’t one of them.

He swept a handkerchief over his brow, unsure why he didn’t think to wear lighter clothes instead of his heavy robes, but then again he didn’t think the two of you would still be walking after thirty minutes.

“Is it really necessary to travel so far out?”

“Sorry,” you said, glancing back at the priest and thanking the heavens that he was in shape. You had slowed your pace, but he was able to keep up so you felt pretty confident that the two of you could make it to your secret spot. “We’re almost there. Just a little further.”

The priest bit his tongue, holding back a grumble but he couldn’t help the curse that began to slip out of his mouth when his foot caught on a loose root.

Your hand caught his flailing one as you wrapped a hand around his waist to steady him.

Pulling him up, his eyes widened when you looked into his with concern. “Are you okay?”

He nodded without a word, clearing his throat when you let him go. Readjusting his glasses, he said, “Yes, thank you.”

He frowned, thinking that maybe he was complaining a little bit too much considering he was the one to recommend that you get a bit of sunlight.

The head priest was a bit surprised when you invited him out on a picnic, but you insisted that you wanted to find a way to thank him for taking such good care of you. His initial thought was to decline the offer, knowing it wasn’t appropriate for someone in his position to be off gallivanting during a war, but when you grasped his hands in yours and pleaded he supposed a small break wouldn’t hurt anything.

The grin you wore was etched into his mind and he thought of it as he rubbed at his side, the warmth from your arm having seeped through.

“We’re here!”

He looked up and if you weren’t looking for his reaction you might’ve missed the slight rise of his brow at the sight of a field of flowers.

“Isn’t it amazing? I found it during one of my patrols and whenever things get a little overwhelming I like to come back just to sit for a little while.”

The head priest knew he shouldn’t have been surprised at this point. It was just like you to discover beauty in the midst of ongoing tragedy, but you continued to defy his expectations. He felt something uncomfortable tug at his heart, deciding to ignore it as you led him a little farther into the field before laying a blanket down along with the large picnic basket you’d carried with you.

“I’m glad the weather is nice today. I was a little worried it’d rain like it did last week but we lucked out!”

He nodded, feeling a little out of place as he took his seat on the blanket, feeling his nose itch.

It was a bad time to mention he was sensitive to pollen.

Feeling his power thrum alive to offset the symptoms, he attempted a smile.

“You chose the perfect time.”

It was strange. He’d only just registered that a war was being fought in the spring. It wasn’t the first thing he thought to think of considering the bombs the enemies sent their way decimated ground and soldier alike. There was no time to stop and think about what was. The reality of the situation clouded any light that hoped to seep through. It was hard to even believe it existed when constantly assaulted by the stench of blood and fear that permeated the medical tent.

It only reminded him of your first encounter.

“You seemed pretty close to the solider you brought in that day you visited medical. Phelps?”

You didn’t bother wondering how the head priest knew the things he did. You assumed he had a record of all of the patients that came into his care, so it wasn’t weird that he knew.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend.”

“Really?”

“We grew up together, actually.”

It wasn’t hard to believe. You acted as if it was your own life on the line when you arrived at the tent. He still remembered the way your voice sounded, desperate and broken as you begged for someone to help your comrade. You looked lifeless as you watched the priests surround her motionless body. Seeing you now was like night and day.

You looked alive, happy that you got some time away from the cot the head priest refused to let you leave, and a lot more relaxed than the tense ball of nerves you were reduced to during the time you were experiencing crippling pain.

He didn’t know when he’d realized it, but he found himself enjoying the easygoing smile despite the underlying feelings of animosity when they were directed towards any of the other priests. He’d leave his office to do a general check, ascertain whether the other priests were handling the immense load that constantly rested on their shoulders and his day was elevated with a quick glance in your direction. You’d be sitting on the cot, relaxing or reading a book, sometimes talking to the other patients or priests and he couldn’t help but feel as if something settled in his heart.

When he’d come to check on your condition, he knew he couldn’t linger for long because your smile was blinding in his eyes. His eyes would narrow, making you mistakenly assume that you had done something to gain his ire when he was simply hiding his embarrassment.

Thinking of it now brought on new feelings of embarrassment, and he cleared his throat to cover the ridiculous expression on his face.

“Do you have family waiting for you back home?” he asked, thinking it best to change the conversation before he thought about doing something he was sure to regret about that best friend of yours.

“I do! I have eight brothers and sisters.”

Of course the head priest already knew, but he felt it best to hear it directly from you. He could learn as much as he could about you, but it wouldn’t close the gaping distance between the two of you. It was already difficult enough considering the doctor-patient relationship the two of you had.

“Did you join to get some distance from them?” The priest couldn’t imagine existing with younger children. He’d spent enough time with others at the orphanage run by the church and he knew for certain that it was never a position he’d want to be in again.

“Oh,” you began, pausing as you thought about what to say. When your silence lasted for longer than a brief moment, the priest was afraid that maybe he’d made a mistake. His fears were alleviated when you laughed.

“Sure, it’s nice to have a bit of distance from my siblings but if I’m being completely honest I’m sending the pay I receive back to them.”

It was just like you.

“We lost our dad to the last war and so my mom was left raising me and my siblings on her own and I wanted to help support her. She actually begged me not to go.” You looked a little listless as you opened up about your reason for joining. It wasn’t hard to understand where your mother was coming from. Thoughts of losing you the same way she lost her husband were sure to be the only thing on her mind.

“What a horrible child.”

You gaped at the head priest, laughing after a moment when it was clear that he was joking. You weren’t sure he was capable of telling a joke, but listening to him now, you felt warmth enter your body.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

The head priest sniffed, looking off to the side as he was a bit uncomfortable with how emotionally charged the conversation was.

“Have you ever thought about joining the church?”

You looked surprised by his words, but he thought it was the perfect time to bring it up.

“Unlike being a soldier, your days would consist of receiving offerings, prayer, maintenance and general upkeep of the church. You’d also receive a better salary than you’re getting now.”

That last point wasn’t completely true. Altar boys and the like generally received housing and that was it, but he was more than willing to cut his check short if it meant keeping you by his side.

He knew his plan succeeded when you appeared to actually consider his offer.

“I never gave it much thought, but that seems like something my mom would prefer.”

“You wouldn’t have to worry about getting acclimated. I would have you shadow me for the duration of your training and you could join as my personal assistant.”

You would receive no better offer and if this wasn’t enough, he would think of the ways he could sweeten the deal for you.

“Thank you.” you said, smiling at the head priest. It was the sincerity in your voice that caught his attention.

When you came forward suddenly, the priest’s eyes widened when he suddenly found himself toppling over with you on top of him.

You didn’t seem like the type to pounce on someone and he didn’t see the mood heading in that direction at all.

His face erupted in a blush as he spluttered, feeling caught off guard for the first time in his life. He tried to question what you were doing, but froze at the look of pain that contorted your face.

Looking to the side, he’d finally noticed it.

An arrow was protruding from your shoulder. It was not a shallow wound.

“We need to get that treated.” he said, worry dripping from his tone as he pushed to get up.

Pushing him back down, you placed a finger over your lps.

You were certain that whoever attacked was acting on their own. It was most likely a scout that saw this as an easy opportunity to get rid of the Golden Priest. You were grateful that you’d noticed the glint before he loosed the arrow. You were clearly at fault. You had put your benefactor in harm’s way, but you were going to do you best to make sure he survived this.

Considering the direction the arrow came from, your assailant wouldn’t be able to see the two of you if you stayed close to the ground.

The priest watched you, studying the look of intense concentration that fought through the pain you were sure to be feeling.

You knew your assumption was correct when you heard rustling. Slowly reaching for one of the cutting knives, you felt yourself tense in anticipation. Your cover was going to blown soon so you had to act fast.

When the steps sounded dangerously close, you stayed low, launching yourself in the direction of the enemy.

The priest sat up quickly, looking at you struggle with the scout that made an attempt on his life and when you gained the upper hand, he felt he saw you in a different light as he watched you drag the blade across the man’s neck.

“We need to go.” you said, slightly out of breath and thankful that he offered assistance to help you up.

It was a shame that you hadn’t gotten to fully enjoy the picnic that you planned for the two of you, but your new wound was ana amazing excuse for you to remain in medical. He was trying to figure out a way to keep you around and this incident had to have been the Mother answering his prayers.

You’d taken an arrow meant for him. He couldn’t think of anyone who’d be willing to put themselves in harm way from a cold bastard like himself.

If the priest was interested in you before, he was obsessed now.

One way or another, you were going to come to his side.

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tenderness | chapter 2: the aftermath

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 5.1k

chapter warnings: implied that reader doesn't have a good relationship with her family

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You and Chan are immediately accompanied to the doctors. You endure being poked and prodded for an hour, first individually, then together. Each time you make contact with him, either skin-to-skin or through layers of fabric, you’re startled by the thrum of the Charge. It’s different from anything you’ve ever experienced, the sense of comfort and warmth that it brings.

Soulmates are rare, none of your friends or family have one, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a general sense of the bond that you now share with Chan. Growing up you had heard so many stories and watched dramas of how after First Touch your body changes and contact with your soulmate now results in a sharing of energy, called the Charge. Secretly, you had always considered that having a soulmate would be more of a nuisance than romantic. It didn’t replace the need for sleep, eating, or drinking, but basically seemed like a new requirement in addition to the rest.

The stories had never emphasised just how good the Charge felt.

After all the testing is complete, they bring you to an office and sit you down, test results displayed on a screen and an ominous looking stack of paperwork. The main doctor knocks on the door, then lets himself in, settling behind the desk. He squints down at the paperwork and passes the first two packages to you and Chan.

“Here are the results from today. I'm happy to say that both of you are in relatively good health and don’t have anything to be concerned about. All the testing that we completed also confirms that you two are soulmates. Congratulations!”

You and Chan thank him, but it’s mostly out of reflex. You keep replaying the moment of your First Touch in your mind. The feeling of the Charge is indescribable, but one thing for sure is that nothing has ever felt so right even though you still feel unsettled at the idea that you could have a soulmate.

You’re certain that Chan feels similarly even though he’s doing a good job of presenting himself as calm. You can see it in the way that he’s been lost in thought, getting startled whenever somebody had asked him to do something for another test. His hands had lingered every time you had made contact before it would register, then he would quickly pull away. It was almost addicting, how nice the Charge feels, and it’s enough to override the awkwardness of the whole situation.

The doctor explains some of the results of the testing that you had gone through, but the medical jargon meant that it went right over your head. You pay much more attention to the impacts that your new bond has on your life. The biggest is the time it takes to Charge. Similarly to sleep, recommended Charging timing for each day was 6-8 hours, although there was no difference if it was all at once or spread out. The doctor powers through a laundry list of side effects related to not getting enough charge, making you and Chan exchange glances.

With your jobs and what you know about Chan’s current sleep schedule, it’ll take a decent amount of effort, coordination, and probably some sacrifice from both of you to meet the minimum amount of Charge. When you voice your concerns, the doctor warns you that while not being able to Charge could be offset by eating and/or sleeping more, it would require a significant increase in both to get you even close to normal energy levels and generally wasn’t recommended.

Finally, the doctor distributes the legal and medical paperwork that needs to be filed to properly register as soulmates as required by the government, as well as become each other’s emergency contacts. It’s a tedious process, but luckily it doesn't take too much effort, mostly involving copying information on multiple forms and trying to recall your medical history.

When you’re finished, you leave to find Yonghwan standing in the waiting area of the doctor’s office. He was the one that you first told about your suspected soulmate bond. You had spammed him trying to get in contact, texting multiple times and frantically calling him until he had finally picked up his phone. He had been slightly annoyed initially, having been in a meeting at the time, but had immediately dropped everything to meet you once you had explained what happened.

Now, he gives you and Chan a slow once over before nodding to himself. When Chan excuses himself to go to the bathroom before you leave, Yonghwan sidles closer to you.

“Well,” he says. “It’s not the worst pair that I can think of. Good thing that you joined the team earlier this year, Y/n-ssi, otherwise this would have been an even bigger headache than it already is.”

“If I didn’t transfer to the team then maybe we never would have found out,” you laugh, but wince inwardly. You know that with any idol, having a soulmate is inconvenient at best, but it stings a little for someone to offhandedly confirm it to your face.

Yonghwan looks thoughtful at that. “Huh, maybe you’re right. Took you guys a surprisingly long time to have your First Touch considering how close you are to the boys. Did you really never have skin-to-skin contact with him these past few months?” Even though there’s barely anybody around, and nobody seems to be listening, the two of you have to be careful about mentioning any recognizable names.

“I guess not,” you say, also surprised. Yonghwan’s expression turns from pensive to sly in an instant.

“Although I would have thought that you’d have been a match with a different Australian instead of this one.”

“What?!” You try your best to suppress the blush that’s suddenly fighting to work its way up your face. “I promise that the two of us are just friends!”

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughs. “Everyone knows Mr. Sunshine clings on to whoever lets him, especially when he’s tired. You’re his favourite target because when his brain hurts too much to translate then he can still talk to you.”

You’re struggling to think what to say in response, when Chan reappears, effectively ending the conversation. The three of you proceed to the parking lot without saying a word. There’s already a car idling in the pick-up area that leaves the moment the three of you have gotten in. Just when you think you’ll finally be able to go home to rest, the car takes a turn down a familiar street.

“Are we going back to the company?” Chan must have the same thought as you, as he speaks up before you have a chance.

Yonghwan doesn’t look up from where he’s sitting shotgun, typing on his phone and confirms, “Yes, there’s still more paperwork for you two to complete. You were able to file all the government mandated forms, but given the… nature of your occupation, there are company procedures that you must follow as well.”

You lean back, knocking your head against the headrest.

"I bet I have more things to sign and fill out than Chan-ssi, right?" you groan. Chan grimaces in sympathy.

"I'm afraid you're right. NDA's for you and the people you want to tell about the bond," Yonghwan agrees. "We'll also be arranging any changes to your position responsibilities. Obviously we still need you doing all the work that you're currently doing for the tour, but there's interest in increasing your involvement during schedules. That is, you would be attending more of them. If you agree, of course." He adds the last part as an afterthought.

"Yes, I'm fine with anything. " You scramble to answer. You actually currently don't have the extra capacity, but you're feeling overwhelmed by all these new expectations and want to do everything you can to make the company happy. The more they support you and view you as cooperative, the better. You know them asking for permission is more like an order that’s disguised as a request instead of actually seeking permission. It’s not like they can fire you anymore, but you know they have the power to make every step of your life more difficult and frustrating. One of your worst defence mechanisms has always been blindly agreeing to what is asked of you and it seems this time is no different.

"You don't have to if you're too busy, I know there's a lot on your plate right now," Chan says, looking guilty.

"No, no. I don't mind at all. I'd be happy to spend more time with you and the boys. I think it'd be good for both of us," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring and confident.

"Great," Yonghwan breaks in. "I'll let them know so they can draft any paperwork accordingly."

You slump in your seat at the mention of even more forms to fill out, while the reality of what this soulmate bond means for your life sinks in. A thought crosses your mind and you bolt upright.

"I have to move in with you?" you exclaim, staring at Chan, whose ears and cheeks instantly flush pink.

"Although it's technically possible for Chan-ssi to move in with you, in reality everything is easier if you move in with him," Yonghwan answers instead of Chan, his tone apologetic.

“Today?” You know the answer before Yonghwan even says anything. The doctor had stressed the importance of Charging consistently, especially in these first weeks. Since your jobs made it impossible to Charge during the day or evenings, it left only nighttime available.

“You don’t have to come over today,” Chan jumps in. “We can stay at your place if that makes you more comfortable.”

“No, no. I’ll have to move in eventually, so I shouldn’t put it off. As long as Changbin-ssi, Hyunjin-ssi, and Jisung-ssi are fine with it, that is.” Really, you’d prefer to spend a few days at your place alone to process everything, but that’s not an option so you might as well get to know your soulmate- although it still scares you to consider him that- and new roommates better.

“The guys will be fine with anything, I’ll just give them a heads up about… everything.” He pulls out his phone and in the silence, Yonghwan speaks up again.

"Of course, JYPE will compensate you for the inconvenience of moving and the cost of terminating your contract. All the rent for the dorms that the boys live in is already covered, so you don't have to worry about that. Everything will be explained in more detail in the documents we have prepared, luckily this is all standard procedure."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense… Does standard procedure mean this has happened before? Another JYPE idol has a soulmate?" you question.

Yongwhan pauses to turn back to you, raising an eyebrow.

"Even if there was, it would be highly confidential, Y/n-ssi. In the same way that the staff who know would never say anything about the two of you."

"Ah, right. That's a relief I guess." You laugh, then sober at the thought of having to pack all your belongings and move in with four men. You've grown closer to them in the past few months, but not enough that you don't feel extremely awkward and bad about intruding on their space. "Oh also, I guess I'll have to talk to the legal team about this again but I don't rent my place. Sorry if that makes it more complicated."

Both Chan and Yonghwan stare at you at that, causing your cheeks to flush.

"Does somebody else rent it? Do you have a… roommate?" Yonghwan ventures when you don't elaborate.

"I own it," you say, feeling even warmer at their taken aback expressions. You're lucky the car is stopped at a red light otherwise Yonghwan might have crashed it based on how he's not paying attention to the road right now. "My parents helped me buy it, but it's under my name so technically I own it."

“Well,” Yonghwan says after a moment of silence. “I would say that makes things easier. I assume that you would prefer to keep it?”

“Yes, I’m sure that I can eventually rent it out if I never use it, but in the meantime it’ll make things easier since there won’t be a rush. And more storage is always better I guess,” you laugh.

“Perfect,” Yonghwan says.

The conversation ends there. The information was harmless, although it does set you apart a bit since barely anybody else you know owns instead of rents, but you still feel like you shared too much.

—

After signing countless NDA’s, contract amendments, and filling out some HR forms as well as enduring a comprehensive and quite intimidating lecture about what you can and cannot do now, you’re feeling exhausted. So before you can get called in to do anything else, you leave the building.

You and Chan decide to head home separately. You have to go back to your apartment to pack some essential items to bring back with you and to clean up, you definitely would prefer to shower at your place one last time. Chan, and presumably Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung, will be cleaning up the dorm as well as figuring out a plan for moving you in.

You take your time, cleaning up your kitchen, taking out the garbage, packing up enough clothes to last you a few days, toiletries, and make-up, then showering. Once clean, you spend another half an hour just scrolling on your phone trying to take your mind off of the major changes that are going to be happening in your life.

Soulmates.

You still can't believe it. It feels like a position that you shouldn’t have been given and you’re nervous about whether you’ll be a good partner. You had spent the past few years so focused on academics that your social life had been sacrificed and you didn’t have many close friends. You have no idea how things would turn out, a soulmate bond didn’t guarantee a romantic relationship, but they were more common than not and you weren’t sure how ready you were for anything serious.

Chan being an idol added extra complications and you knew it meant that your relationship, romantic or not, would have to stay a secret for a long time. You didn’t mind keeping things quiet, you were naturally a private person, but having to be so careful about not being caught together was something you were concerned about.

Before you can spiral further, your phone chimes with a notification. Chan’s name pops up along with a few messages. You have texted him a few times before, but never on your personal cell phone.

[8:15 pm - received]

Hey Y/n!

[8:15 pm - received]

You can come over any time now

[8:16 pm - received]

Sorry that took longer than I thought, we were just trying to clean up haha

[8:16 pm - received]

Not that we’re that messy!

[8:16 pm - received]

We just wanted to make sure everything was sorted before you arrived haha

[8:17 pm - sent]

No problem! I’ll head over now. Can you send the address?

[8:18 pm - received]

Yeah. And just text when you get to the building, I’ll meet you in the lobby and bring you up

[8:18 pm - sent]

See you soon :)

—

The move, if you can call it that since you had chosen to only bring a small portion of your belongings so far, had gone over pretty smoothly. When you had arrived at the dorms, Chan had been waiting in the lobby as promised and had immediately taken your bags, putting them away once you got to their apartment. It’s not as awkward as you had feared. Just like before, it’s easy to banter with the boys, and time passes quickly.

After a late dinner, the five of you hang out in the living room. Someone starts playing a movie, but it’s mostly just for background noise, Jisung makes a comment about one of the characters in the beginning that Changbin doesn’t agree with and it turns into a full-on debate that’s totally unrelated to the movie. Hyunjin is curled up beside him, occasionally contributing to the discussion but directing most of his attention to his phone.

It feels strangely domestic. Even though it hasn’t even been a full day since you found out you were soulmates with Chan, you already feel like you’ve been welcomed into the Stray Kids family and you didn’t know that you’d like it so much.

“You’re probably tired,” Chan says, standing up shortly after the movie is over. You follow him to his room, suddenly feeling nervous. You’re comfortable with Chan, but you’ve never been good at sleeping in unfamiliar places and you’re not quite sure what to expect.

His room fits his personality, it’s extremely neat, everything in its own place. A significant portion of his deskspace is filled with equipment related to gaming or music production. You try not to be too obvious with your inspection, instead heading right to where your bags are leaning against one side of the bed.

“I ordered a different bed,” Chan says suddenly. When you look back at him, he’s still standing in the doorway, scratching his shoulder awkwardly. The tips of his ears have turned pink. It suddenly occurs to you that he’s likely just as nervous as you are, maybe moreso. "Sorry, I know this one is kind of small for two people. It should come in a week.”

“Okay, that sounds good, thanks,” you say, distracting yourself by trying to find your sleeping clothes.

“I also cleared out some closet space for you.” Chan finally steps into the room and opens the door of his closet to show off the empty shelf and hangers. The left side of the closet looks like one big shadow, crammed tightly with folded hoodies, shirts, and pants, all black.

“Oh, th-”

“And everything is clean. The sheets and everything. Washed it all when I got home.”

Chan’s face is fully red now and things start to make sense. You’ve seen a few video clips and have heard the members teasing Chan enough times to know why he wants to assure you that everything has been cleaned.

“Ah,” you say knowingly, feeling comfortable enough to poke a bit of fun at him too. “Because you normally sleep nude.”

"What?" Chan sputters, hands coming up to cover his face which is somehow even darker than before. You laugh at his reaction, there’s a mixture of mortification and confusion, but neither of you are nervous anymore.

“You haven’t really kept it a secret,” you tease. In response, Chan just groans and flops down onto the bed. You continue, “I’ve seen enough interviews… So I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

At that, Chan shoots up and starts waving his arms frantically.

“No, no! I promise that I’m going to wear clothes to sleep! And when I’m not sleeping too! All the time! Don’t worry about that!”

You just laugh even harder until you can feel tears starting to collect at the corners of your eyes. You take the opportunity to lie down beside Chan, brushing your arms together. You close your eyes. Before you can be lulled to sleep by the instant relaxation that the Charge provides, you haul yourself up to wash up for bed and Chan does the same.

Surprisingly, you fall asleep almost immediately, and wake up feeling better than you’ve felt in a long time. When you look beside you and see Chan rubbing his eyes, hair a mess, and creases on his cheek from his pillow, you know that he feels the same way.

“Good sleep?” you ask, once it looks like Chan is awake enough to open his eyes for longer than a couple seconds.

“Yeah,” Chan says in wonder, voice is sleep-roughed and much lower than usual. “Woah, yeah that… I don’t know if I’ve ever slept that well.”

When the two of you break contact and you still feel well-rested and refreshed, you think that maybe you could get used to this soulmate thing.

—

A few days later on a night that you and all the members have off, you walk into your shared bedroom to find Chan at his desk, laptop set up in front of him. He brightens immediately when he looks up and sees you.

“Oh, here she is!” he says, to your confusion. He beckons you forward and when you step close enough, you can see that he’s on a video call with his parents. “This is Y/n, my soulmate! Y/n, this is my mum and dad.”

You smile and wave awkwardly, leaning over Chan’s shoulder in order to fit properly in the frame. His parents are cuddled comfortably on a couch, and say how glad they are to finally meet you. They speak mostly Korean during the conversation, likely for your benefit, because the few times they switch to English, it’s for remarks that are directed just to Chan, like when his mother scolds him for not helping you move a chair beside him so that you can sit down.

You’re also introduced to Berry, who barks eagerly when she sees Chan, making him coo, eyes curving into crescents as he widely smiles. You can’t help but smile at that, although it’s not unusual for Chan to smile so much, it’s endearing to see how he melts so quickly at the sight of his dog. You’ve heard a lot about her and whenever Chan gets any new pictures from his family, he’s quick to share them with you and the rest of the group.

Luckily for you, the call doesn’t go on for too much longer. Even though Chan’s parents were sweet and only directed a few questions to you, mostly electing to alternate between teasing Chan and asking him about his health, you weren’t prepared to meet them tonight and feel a little off-balanced.

The rest of the evening is relatively quiet, Chan is more pensive than usual after talking with his parents and you’re also lost in thought. It was really interesting to see this side of Chan. For all the jokes about him acting like the maknae, Chan was the backbone of Stray Kids. He always supported the group and took on extra responsibility, even if they didn’t realise it. On the call, he seemed younger and more carefree. It’s a good look on him.

Right when you’re about to fall asleep, Chan speaks up.

“Have you talked to your parents recently?” His voice is deliberately casual, but you can tell that he’s interested in more than small talk.

“Uhm, no,” you say, trying to match his even tone. You don’t know if you succeed. “My family isn’t as… close as yours.”

“Oh.” There’s a pause. Under the cover of darkness, you can’t see anything but the silhouette of his face. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. Your eyes start to get heavy again. “They live in Seoul, right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,” he says again.

“My brother, too.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” Another pause, before, “an older brother?”

“Yeah. By three years.”

If Chan has anything else he wants to say in the resulting silence, you don’t know. You fall asleep before he has a chance to.

—

Surprisingly, the months seem to fly past.

It’s easy to learn and adapt to Chan’s routine when all he does is spend time at schedules or holed up in his studio. You start to bring him dinner after a few too many times when you visited late in the evening and found that he’s forgotten to eat. These mealtimes that you share give you a needed break and you also just enjoy spending time with him, even if it’s often just you eating quietly while he eats and continues working. You don’t push him to stop working during the times that you eat together, you know that it would only cause him to either eat dangerously fast or say that he’s finished before he’s actually full.

It also becomes standard for you to be the last one on your team in the office, often you’re arriving back at your desk right when everyone is leaving to go home or out for dinner. Honestly, you find that your strange hours can prove to be advantageous, as it pushes the timings of your emails to send during working hours for the American companies that you’re working with.

You’ve gone out for drinks or food with your coworkers a few times since you found out that Chan was your soulmate, but with your additional responsibilities, you’ve been under pressure to properly balance your workload so that you can finish everything in time. Your repeated absences don’t discourage your team from inviting you out, but they come to expect that you’re not available. You don’t mind, it’s not like you ever have pressing evening plans that you’re missing and it means that you can try to coax Chan home at a more reasonable time instead of him accidentally pulling all-nighters.

He’s gotten better at that. You know it’s partially because the Charge has helped a lot with his insomnia and he no longer dreads going to sleep. You also suspect that it’s concern for you that motivates him to wrap things up. When you start to yawn or doze off while waiting for him, it’s a reminder that the Charge works both ways and as much as he’s okay with sacrificing some energy, he wants you to be well rested.

The two of you sometimes walk back to the dorm together. It’s not too long of a walk and you want to make the most of the warm weather before the seasons shift. The late hour usually means that it’s peaceful and the cover of darkness eases any fears of Chan being recognized. You don’t hold hands or anything, but it still feels illicit, like you’re blending in too well with the couples that you always see.

Regardless, it’s one of your new favourite activities. You take the time to learn more about Chan, his likes, dislikes, what he’s working on, what he’s stressed about or looking forward to. Even when you and Chan are just walking in silence, it feels comfortable.

—

During the last few weeks of summer, Chan’s sister, Hannah, comes to visit Seoul from Sydney. She’s travelling with a friend, but sets aside a few days to spend with Chan.

It was unavoidable to change the timing of one of the schedules, so she tags along with you. She’s quite a few years younger than you, but easy to get along with. You’ve spoken to her through video calls a couple times, but it doesn’t compare to being with her in-person. Hannah’s constantly making jokes, generally at Chan’s expense, and the set for the photoshoot you’re at is filled with laughter. Chan has to be pulled aside by a make-up artist to have foundation and concealer added to his ears and reapplied to his cheeks with the force of his blush. He constantly grumbles and pretends to get mad at her, but everyone can tell from the sparkle in his eye that he’s ecstatic that she’s visiting.

Chan and Hannah have an interesting dynamic. You can easily pick out similarities between them in both appearance and personality. It's sweet how much he dotes on her even if he tries to act nonchalant and she does her best to show how much she enjoys it. Even though they have a fairly large age gap and Chan spent a significant portion of his life in Korea instead of Australia, they're close in a way that you and your brother have never been.

All the members are familiar with her and treat her like she’s their little sister too, letting her choose restaurants, making sure that she eats first, and spoiling her with gifts.

You take Hannah out one afternoon, when Chan’s not available but you have some flexibility in your schedule. It gives you a chance to talk to each other one-on-one and you know that she’s been meaning to find something nice for Chan without him knowing about it. It’s fun to browse stores and get to know each other better.

"So, what's it really like, being you know, with my brother?" She asks as you take a break at a quiet cafe. Both of you had picked out a couple of items and had found a new hoodie that you think Chan would like.

"It's good, but… challenging," you admit. "Work definitely makes it hard to have a lot of time to actually spend together. I think that he found it difficult having to adjust to a life that has a more… set schedule."

“Ah,” Hannah says, knowingly. “You mean the fact that he’s actually forced to go to bed every night instead of staying up in his studio for days on end?”

“Exactly! Actually, his insomnia isn’t as bad anymore and he can actually fall asleep most of the time, but it’s hard for me to tell how much rest he’s actually getting or how he’s doing. Like I’m pretty sure since I think I’m getting enough charge, then that means he is too, but I know even if he wasn’t then he wouldn’t say anything.”

"Yeah, that’s the one thing about him that I've learned over the years. He always tries to take on things himself so that he's not a burden. He was independent for a long time. Keeping people at a distance is the way that he deals with problems. I like you, Y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt by my dumb brother and his dumb decisions.”

You’re surprised, both by how mature Hannah is and also that she cares about you enough to warn you. For a moment, you don’t even know how to respond.

“Thank you, Hannah. I appreciate it. I hope that I’ll be able to support your brother and make sure he feels like he’s not alone.”

“Just let me know if you need me to talk some sense into him,” she says. “He gets too far into his head sometimes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, if I ever want to instil the fear of God in him,” you laugh. You can definitely imagine Hannah calling up Chan and giving him a piece of her mind if you ever complain to her, but know that you’d never take her up on the offer. “Now come on, one of my favourite stores is on this block and I think you’ll like some of their clothes.”

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thatanimewriter · 10 months

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BOOBA!

➳ request: Hi, Charley! I love your writing and I hope you're doing great <33 if ok with you can I request some hcs for ikuya, haru, natsuya and rin asking their fem s/o if they could touch/feel her breasts? Out of curiosity not NSFW stuff

➳ character/s: kirishima ikuya, nanase haruka, kirishima natsuya, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: boobs? boobs, mentions of pornography (natsuya), gou appearance (rin), the comforting boob hold™ (ikuya, rin), reader kinda asks first?? (natsuya)

➳ notes: this was very funny to write, thanks anon!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀.

i feel like the moment he was exposed to the idea of a bikini, he broke

what do you mean people don’t always wear one pieces???

people purposely show off their bodies??? >:0000

and one pivotal scroll through instagram brought him to ask you

“do girls actually hold their boobs for comfort?”

“yeah, i do it all the time.”

“...why??”

poor boy is just so confused about both women and boobs... and women and their boobs

just doesn’t get it

when you explained the comfort of holding a boob, he wanted to try it

and you let him after about 10 seconds of blankly staring

and another 20 seconds of ikuya getting progressively redder

it took you having to take his hand and put it on your breast to fully break him

i don’t recommend this for ikuya, he might have made a mistake

but he’ll ask again next week when he didn’t do well at practice

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

i headcanon haru to be asexual with a low sex drive, so i sorta doubt he’s ever tried to go out of his way to look at boobs

but he hears about how great they are from the masses

n he does wonder what all the hype is about

“[name], can i touch your breasts?”

“what-”

“i just want to know why people like them.”

to that, you can’t blame him, so you just let him do his thing

honestly, it’s weird having someone touch your boobs without any sexual intent

felt much more like a medical inspection than an intimate moment

“is it because they’re squishy?”

who’s gonna tell him-

you don’t think you’ve ever felt more conflicted about a situation like this before

he probably won’t ask again because he got his answer

also probably doesn’t entirely agree

because why booba when you can swim with him??

── 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀.

for sure has seen boobs

probably in porn-

and as suave as he wants to be, he shuts down when he’s actually in a situation

especially when you caught him googling what boobs felt like and you offered him a freebie

“do you want to touch mine to find out?”

“UHHHH”

when he finally learnt the answer to his dumb google question, you’d never seen him look so...

:000

dial up internet sound while he registers in his brain what’s happening

“it’s like a stress ball!”

“don’t squeeze them as hard as you do a stress ball or i’ll ban cuddles for a month.”

it’s ok, he was very dainty for once, applaud the man

expect him to start touching them more often

and if he wasn’t laying on your boobs before

he is now ._.

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

would like to say he hasn’t seen boobs but he definitely has

not always by choice, sometimes gou just shows him women and sometimes he questions her life decisions

but ever since hearing about the comforting boob hold, he wanted to know

so, even if it was out of the blue one night at your house, he had to pop the question

“can i hold your boob?”

“just the one??”

“for now, yeah.”

to that, you felt heat in your face, but lifted your shirt regardless

he was unsurprisingly gentle with you, which you were grateful for

but you still couldn’t get your face to cool down

it’s not that he never saw the appeal, he just never KNEW

he gets it now, he knows that it’s just nice to have something to hold

to have something to squish a bit mindlessly

but you’ll have to make sure he’s not doin this in public around samezuka

he himself needs comfort, for he is a sensitive man

but he might have to just settle for a hug sometimes

#free #free iwatobi swim club #kirishima ikuya #nanase haruka #kirishima natsuya #matsuoka rin #free x reader #free iwatobi swim club x reader #kirishima ikuya x reader #nanase haruka x reader #kirishima natsuya x reader #matsuoka rin x reader #free imagines #free iwatobi swim club imagines #kirishima ikuya imagines #nanase haruka imagines #kirishima natsuya imagines #matsuoka rin imagines

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Reader is new to Hawkins high but she immediately grabs Eddie's attention..she is always fully rainbow and colorful, pink hair, but she hasn't made any friends yet. So instead of sitting at a table she just chills by herself along the walls of the cafeteria, writing to herself or sometimes dancing like nobody can see her. But one day Jason and his friends start laughing at her which already annoys Eddie but she isn't paying attention, but then Jason comes and takes her notebook which turns out to be a song book and after making fun of her in front of everyone she decides to perform one of her songs putting him on blast! (I recommend "Weapons" by Ava Max)

AN | I changed the prompt just a little bit but I hope you still enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Injury [mentions of blood]

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie had noticed you from the moment you'd arrived at Hawkins High.

Of course he did. He couldn’t have ignored you if he tried. Brightly colored hair and clothes, so outside of the norm in Hawkins but so much more like him. Different. He liked everything he could see about you, from your style to your face (those eyes and that smile? yeah - he was a goner) to how kind you appeared to be, despite how rude others were.

But - but - just because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, didn’t mean that he actually worked up the courage to talk to you. No, that was a whole other level of confidence that he didn’t quite possess just yet. Instead, he opted to study and observe you from a comfortable distance.

He wouldn’t quite call it a crush or an infatuation, Eddie Munson was just…curious. Curious about the new girl that had effortlessly captured his attention.

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If anyone knew how hard it was to fit in, it was Eddie. He’d been a social outcast and pariah since he was in middle school and decided that he didn’t want to be like everyone else. Sheep, he’d called them. He didn’t want to be a sheep.

The good thing that came out of being different was that the friends he’d found were just as different and unique as him. What more could he have asked for?

You appeared to be in a similar situation, unfortunately it didn’t seem that you had any friends - at least not any at Hawkins High School. He liked to imagine that you had plenty of friends out in the real world, away from this hell hole.

But still it didn’t help to make him less sad about your current, daily situation. He thought so often about coming to you and approaching you, and he ultimately decided that one day he would. He just had to work up the courage.

And…somehow he managed to do it, not that much later.

It was a sunny and breezy temperate spring afternoon when he found you sitting outside during lunch. You leaned up against one of the buildings, your brown lunch bag next to you and your book in hand. From the angle you were holding it, he couldn’t read the cover, but he decided that it probably was something good.

He walked over to you, trying to be as discrete and normal as possible. To anyone else, Dustin would insist later, he looked extremely suspicious and anxious. Yeah, you made him nervous, but in ways he didn’t quite mind.

“H-hey,” he smiled and held his hand up in a meek wave when he was standing in front of you. You looked up, blinking at the bright sunlight and the boy standing in front of you. Your nerves shot up as you watched him, unsure of his sudden presence, “I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“I know,” you hoped you didn’t sound like too much of a bitch as you narrowed your eyes at him, offering your own name in return, “did you need something?”

“N-no,” his voice cracked and he wanted to sink into a hole and perish. But at least the look in your eyes wasn’t hateful or mean, “I just wanted to say hi. So…hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, your worry and nerves slowly dissipating into amusement, “it’s nice to meet you properly Eddie. I’ve seen you around.”

“Y-yeah?” he must have been dreaming. You had noticed him, just as he had noticed. He almost cringed when he hoped your impression hadn’t been too bad, “I, umm, well I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to hang out with me and my friends or sit at our table, that’s totally okay. You know, throwing it out there just in case. Not that I think you need anyone or anything but I…I’m going to stop rambling.”

“I know what you mean, Eddie,” you promised softly, “it’s hard being the new kid, especially as a senior, so I appreciate the kindness. Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

“Great, yeah…cool,” he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly as his fingers tangled in his curls, “well, umm, I’ll get going. But I’ll see you around?”

“See you around,” you promised sweetly and fuck, your smile made his knees absolutely weak.

He turned to walk away, a bit of a spring and pep to his step. But before he got too far, he quickly turned back to you, “I really like your hair!”

With pink cheeks and soft eyes, he turned around and almost ran off towards his friends. You watched him go with a bemused expression on your face; Eddie Munson wasn’t too bad at all.

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You didn’t end up taking Eddie up on his offer. Not fully anyway, convinced of your own belief that you weren’t worthy of his time and would eventually just bore him. Instead it was a string of stolen moments and run-ins that left your face warm and butterflies in your tummy.

Sometimes it was in the morning when you’d both arrive at your lockers and spent a few minutes catched up. Other times it would be a shy hello in between classes. A quick conversation after school on the way to your cars. From the bits and pieces you learned about him, you knew that you liked Eddie. He was kind, funny, a metalhead and a huge nerd, basically…totally your type. But you’d never push your luck that far. Instead you kept up just enough of a wall to consider him a friend but nothing more.

The rest of the student body…wasn’t as easily convinced that you were okay. Most of them avoided you like the plague and left you to your own devices, but a few were not so kind or considerate. And, naturally, it was exactly the people you’d have expected to be jerks that were. It was almost too obvious - didn’t these types of people ever think of new material?

For the most part you were able to avoid and ignore the few rude jocks, but sometimes it was not as easy. Especially not when people were in your face and being absolute dicks for no reason. The worst being Jason Carver and his group of cronies; they really were the worst, you know?

You did nothing to annoy them or be rude to them or even be in their way. You pointedly made an effort not to be anywhere around them but that wasn’t good enough for them.

If you were sitting outside and reading or doing some homework, one of them would walk by and make a rude comment about your choice of clothing or your hair. If you were in the cafeteria, eating lunch by yourself one of them would walk by and make rude sounds or comments about what you were eating. In class, they whisper and snicker about you whenever they could do so without being caught.

They did everything to try and bring you or make you feel bad; but you handled it with grace. There was no point in getting down to their level - the way they treated you was a reflection of their own issues and insecurities. And on top of all that, you’d be out of that horrible school and hopefully town within a year. You could survive that.

Apparently that was not good enough for them - they wanted to get some sort of reaction from you and were willing to do almost anything to get that. Normally you could have played it but eventually you’d reached your breaking point as well. What was that old expression? Action-reaction - for every action there is an equal reaction in response.

It was another sunny day that found you sitting in the grass, under the shade of an old oak tree as you finished up some class work. You had your walkman with you, headphones on and music playing just loudly enough to block out most of the noise from the outside world.

You didn’t hear anyone come up; if it hadn’t been for the shadows looming in front of you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed anything. Once you pulled off the headphones and looked up, you were startled when you met Jason Carver’s sneering expression.

“Hey freak,” you sighed internally; didn’t he have anything knew to come up with? He crouched down so he was eye level with you and you hated the look in his cold blue eyes, “all alone again?”

“Can I help you with anything, Jason?” you tried to keep your voice level but you couldn’t hide the slight nervous edge to your voice.

“Like I would ever want anything from you,” he grabbed your chin in his hand causing you to stiffen up as he appraised you, “so pathetic. You know, you could almost be pretty under all that ridiculous makeup and hair. There’s only one thing girls like you are helpful for so I guess you could help me out-”

“Stop,” you tried to push his hand away from you but that only seemed to make him more angry, “please just leave me alone. I don’t know what I did to you or what you think being a dick to me will get you, but just go away. I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Stupid bitch,” he shook his head before laughing cruelly and pushing your face away, “I don’t want anything from you and you haven’t done anything to me except exist. And honestly, I really don’t like you, so.’

“So…” before you could say anything else, he grabbed the worn and well loved journal. Your heart dropped into your stomach when he snatched it out of your reach, "give that back!"

"No, I don't think I will," there was a wicked smile on his face and it made your skin crawl, "you're always scribbling in this - what could be so interesting about this?"

“Nothing,” you were lying but he didn’t need to know about that. It happened to be your most personal confidant and friend at times, and contained all of your innermost thoughts, secrets, and things you’d written such as poetry and songs. It wasn’t that anything was terribly embarrassing - maybe the stuff you’d written about Eddie beingyour crush - but it was the fact that it was so personal. The nerve this boy had, “but it belongs to me. Now please give it back to me.”

“Why would I-”

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” your savior, not that you believed you needed one, came in the form of one Eddie Munson, stalking over with a fuming expression, “or pick on someone more your speed.”

“Cute,” he looked between the two of you, “the freaks have each other. Defending your little girlfriend, Munson? How precious.”

“You know what would be really precious?” Eddie’s voice was low and dangerous as Jason stood up to his full height. You thought about just slinking away, but you weren’t going to leave Eddie alone to fight your battles for you, “you with a broken nose and blood face.”

“You think you’re so fucking f-”

Eddie’s fist collided with Jason’s face before you knew it, a loud crunch sound reaching your ears. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Jason stumble back and clutched at his face, whimpering in pain. You didn’t necessarily condone violence, but it was still funny to see him panic. Eddie’s first was throbbing but it was worth it to him, “I was right! A messed up face really does suit you!”

“I can’t believe you did this!” he sounded muffled from behind his hand, “you’re going to be in so much trouble - both of you! Take your stupid notebook back!”

He tossed the journal on the ground and you let out a sigh of relief at the fact that you got it back. You scrambled to grab it and stuffed it in your backpack, zipping it tightly shut. Jason had run away, cursing and muttering under his breath as the two of you stood there in shock.

“Umm,” you stood up and turned to the curly haired boy, exchanging a surprised look, “t-thank you, Eddie. I didn’t expect….any of that.”

“Me neither,” he admitted sheepishly, “I’ve never actually punched anyone before. That shit…felt great. And hurt.”

“Oh,” you looked at his hand and saw that it was already bruising and bloody, “are you okay? Can I do anything to help?”

“No,” he insisted with a small smile, “the real question is, are you okay? I was coming to talk to you but saw him and figured that wasn’t a good sign.”

“He usually leaves me alone but today was just…different.” you shrugged lightly, “I don’t engage him normally and he leaves but something must have happened to make him even worse.”

“He’s a piece of shit,” he stated as you nodded in agreement, “he shouldn’t treat anyone like that. Maybe he’ll learn. At least for now.”

“I do so,” you smiled softly, “he, ugh, he stole my journal. It’s really special to me and I’m glad he didn’t get a chance to take it.”

“Seriously,” he too was curious as to what was in your journal but wouldn’t ever even dream of taking it or even asking if he could see it, “he’s just a jerk but hopefully he’ll leave you alone now.”

“I’m sure he will,” you agreed softly, “is, umm, that offer to hang out with you and friends still open?”

“O-of course, always,” he grinned eagerly, “that’s actually what I was coming over to ask. No pressure, but if you’re wanting to.”

“Definitely,” you reached for your backpack and swung it over your shoulder, “hey, I hear that you’re in a band?”

“I am,” he was trying not to seemed too eager but inside he was practically jumping up and down, “just you know, a little side thing but yeah.”

“I’m actually a bit of a songwriter on the side,” you gently nudged him with your elbow, “that’s what a lot of my journal is - songs. I’d love to show you some of them sometime and pick your brain.”

“Totally,” his heart was practically beating out of his chest with excitement, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles.

“Cool.”

This was definitely going to be the beginning of something beautiful.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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juicyflawless25 · 1 year

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Capillaries Are Bursting (Ch.1)

Summary; Larissa is in a terrible marriage, one that she was forced into to make her reputation and her family's reputation look better. She never wanted to be married to a man, but was given no choice. Instead of living the life she wanted to live, she serves under a husband that clearly doesn’t even love her, much less cares anything about how she feels. Larissa finds herself in a predicament when she begins to have feelings for the nanny of her child. What happens when the nanny shares the same feelings and finds themselves in a situation that could put them both in danger?

Notes; This is going to be a no magic, no shapeshifting kind of fic for Larissa. The song Labour by Paris Paloma (which I highly recommend) is what has inspired this fic. It's going to be angsty, and it's going to make you angry, but I also hope it makes you hope for true love. There will be warnings of abuse, patriarchal ideologies and just general bullshittery. I don't know how long it's going to be, but I do have some plans. As always, I'm open to criticism and words of encouragement. Please let me know if you'd like more of this. Link to a03 is in the title.

Deirdre Face Reference ; Maria Doyle Kennedy (cause she's wow)

A marriage of convenience. A merging of houses. A woman put in her place at the hands of her father. Love was not a part of Larissa Wems’ marriage. No, she had been pawned off at the age of eighteen, her father giving her to a man ten years older than her. Why? Well, Larissa’s family and her soon-to-be husband’s family would benefit greatly from the two coming together. Money was involved, as it always was in the inner circles of the rich. Larissa could never understand how one’s parents could place their child in an arranged marriage, choosing their love of money over their daughter’s happiness. But alas, that was exactly what was happening.

The day the news had been given to her after years of being told this was how it would be, Larissa had felt her world shatter. She had always daydreamed of having someone she loved dearly, being close with them, and knowing their ins and out’s before marriage was even discussed. And a secret she had kept to herself was the fact that she wished for her love to be a woman. Men were of no interest to Larissa, they never truly had been. While growing up, she had envisioned having a woman by her side, holding hands and taking care of each other as a true couple would. It seemed, however, that no such fate was in the cards for her.

What could she possibly know about being a wife, especially at the age of eighteen? How was she supposed to take care of a man when she wasn’t even completely sure how to take care of herself? Larissa was still figuring out who she was, and who she wanted to be. There were so many questions she had unanswered, so many thoughts swirling in her head about what she wanted her life to be. She knew without a doubt that she cared not for being a wife to someone she didn’t know, much less a wife to a man.

Her parents had no clue of this, however. She had never felt safe enough in their presence to express anything she felt deep down inside. Her entire life they ridiculed her for everything they could think of. There was never a time when they approved of anything Larissa deeply enjoyed. They taught her to be prim and proper, to be a true lady. True ladies didn’t show too much emotion but always had a smile on their faces. True ladies listened to the men in their lives and obeyed when they commanded. True ladies kept their backs straight and their faces forward, giving an air of confidence, but not too much. Nothing could be too much, nothing could overshadow any man in their lives. Larissa spent her whole life being told that men were superior and women should know their place. It was torture.

The day Larissa was given the news of her being betrothed to a man was the very same day she had met him. He was nice enough, even if a little overbearing. He smiled at her, bowed, kissed her hand, and behaved like the perfect gentleman. He had lingering gazes, clearly finding Larissa’s looks acceptable. They matched heights, which he didn’t seem to be a fan of, but he had only brought it up once. After that, her mother made sure to keep Larissa out of heels each time she sent her out on a date with the man.

“It’s to please him, dear. You must remember this.” Her mother had told her, trying to convey that it was best to keep him happy. Larissa had put up a fight for a while with her mother, but her father intervened eventually and it cut the argument short.

“You will do as we say. That is the long and short of it.” He had commanded, glaring at Larissa like he wished he’d had an entirely different daughter.

Her protests died on her lips and she remained quiet, obeying as she’d always been taught to do. She hated every moment of it, wishing beyond hope that there was a way out. But there seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel. Instead, she faced only darkness, already threatening to consume her before the marriage was even final. Truly she wished to be sucked into a hole and do disappear entirely. But alas, a woman such as herself was a hard one to hide.

There were several dates with her fiance before the wedding was even planned. It seemed he wanted to show her off like she was some showhorse, prancing her around as if he had her on a lead. And really, it did seem as if there was an invisible lead of some sort, pulling Larissa along despite her feelings about the situation. Not that she had voiced them to her fiance (that word felt so odd on her tongue about a man). She mainly stayed quiet around him, letting him take the lead in conversations just as she had been coached. It took every ounce of strength Larissa had to keep her mouth shut though, the man seemed to be denser than the Amazon Rainforest.

He was kind to her though. As kind as a man with rich arrogance could be, anyway. He didn’t beat Larissa, didn’t try to force anything on her (for which she was grateful). But Larissa knew that this wouldn’t last very long. Something in the pit of her stomach told her that misery and woe were soon to come.

It was only six months that had passed before Larissa was forced into marrying the man. Six very short months where her entire being was panicked and anxious. Those feelings only grew on the wedding night, knowing what was expected of her. Knowing there was no way out of this, especially after the I Do’s were said. Larissa was terrified, frightened, and distressed beyond belief. She was equipped for many things, but this was not one of them.

On her wedding night, after her husband (that phrase would never feel right to her) had taken what he wanted from her, Larissa cried herself to sleep in silence, wishing for a different life. She’d let herself have that one moment before she placed herself in a steely resolve the morning after, blocking herself off emotionally to survive. It was only the beginning and she knew there would be years she had to endure. Years of being whatever a man wanted her to be.

Before Larissa even knew it, twenty years had passed. Twenty years of what felt like being locked in a stuffy cage, repeating the same day over and over again. Twenty years of being married to a man who did not love her nor care for her or even gave her second glances when in the same room. There had been countless times when she had found evidence of him cheating on her. Lipstick stains on collars, strange voicemails left on phones, notes left in pockets, and strange cars in their long and winding driveway.

Not that Larissa cared. At least he wasn’t trying to have sex with her anymore. At least he didn’t touch her and make her skin feel slimy and rotten where fingertips had touched. The most torturing part of it all was the fact that he wouldn’t let her go. He could do as he pleased, could run around, and make indecent choices. But Larissa? Larissa had to continue to be the proper wife and continue to pretend she was satisfied with her situation and the lavish things that she had.

So many arguments had been started, so many slaps to the face because Larissa expressed her unhappiness.

“Just let me go, Roger. Please. Neither one of us is invested in this marriage, we never have been. There’s no need for me to be here.” She had pleaded, trying to make him see reason. But it had only made him see red and grab her by the arms, shaking her violently as he screamed at her. That was how it always ended, leaving Larissa to continually feel trapped and broken.

Her only solace was her child, the only thing keeping her above ground. Her daughter was the only thing that kept her head above water as she teetered under the surface of depression. Each time an argument ensued, she would find her daughter afterward and try to focus on her, not the swirling thoughts of morbidity.

After a particularly harrowing fight, Larissa found herself weaving her way through the long corridors of her home, seeking her daughter at a frantic pace. Her mind felt as if it was unraveling, sending her into a spiraling swirl of panic. If she could just find her daughter and wrap her arms around her, it would ground her. It would put her mind at ease, if even for a moment.

Reaching her daughter’s playroom, Larissa burst through the door a lot harder than intended. She watched as he daughter jumped and leaped towards the nanny sitting near her on the floor. The nanny jumped as well, scooping little Olivia into her arms to protect the little girl. However, as soon as they both realized who had come through the door, Olivia pushed away from the nanny and ran straight for Larissa.

“Mommy! You scared me!” The little girl announced vehemently, eyes wide as she looked up at Larissa with blue eyes matching the mother’s own.

Olivia hugged Larissa’s legs as she bent down to kiss the top of her daughter’s head. “I’m so sorry, darling. Mommy didn’t mean to scare you.” She cooed, hands wrapping around the little girl in hopes of it soothing her.

Larissa’s eyes darted towards the nanny, throwing her an apologetic look as well. “My apologies, Deirdre!” She said with a small, apologetic smile as she unwrapped her arms from around Olivia.

“Think nothing of it, Mrs. Weems!” Deirdre answered with a wave of her hand, giving her most reassuring smile back to Larissa. “And please, you can call me DD. I’ve been here long enough.” Deirdre chuckled, getting up from her place on the floor.

As she stood, her eyes washed over Larissa, noticing the distress in her eyes and the way her body tensed up. This seemed to be the state Larissa was in all the time, especially if her husband was around. It made her wonder what conversation she had just had with the man. Truthfully, she loathed Roger Weems. He was the most arrogant, stuck-up piece of shit Deirdre had ever come across. Why Larissa was with him was beyond her.

Deirdre had been Olivia’s nanny since she had been born, there to help Larissa whenever she needed it. So she had had quite a bit of time to ponder on the relationship between Roger and Larissa. There were so many unanswered questions that she had, but the one she knew the answer to had been obvious since day one. Larissa did not love Roger and Roger only cared for himself and the plethora of pussy he paraded in and out of his too-lavish home.

Larissa had her sharp edges, that much was clear. But DD had come to the conclusion that those sharp edges had been made by her life with Roger. She knew there was so much more to Larissa than meets the eye, and that much she had assessed from the way she interacted with Olivia. The lady of the house hadn’t shared too much with Deirdre, even in the amount of time she had been there, but she knew very well that Larissa was a good woman just stuck in a bad marriage.

It made her heart ache for the woman and the child. No one should have to grow up in a home where the parents didn’t love each other, where they only tolerated each other at best. Deirdre had spent most of her life in a similar situation and so as the nanny, she tried her best to make things as right as possible for the child.

Larissa could feel DD’s eyes on them, but especially her. She had often wondered if her gaze was something more than just curious. It was obvious that Deirdre was a good woman, the way she interacted with Olivia told Larissa everything she needed to know. But the way the woman liked to include her in things, the way she seemed to reach out emotionally to offer comfort was something Larissa could not ignore.

After feeling such comfort and kindness from someone, it put Roger in such a stark contrast. It put him in the darkest of lights and made Larissa’s hatred for him run even deeper. Deirdre reminded her that she deserved so much better. This was the very reason Larissa had grown to really care for her. Of course, she had not acted on such feelings. She hid them the best she could, not wanting to put the nanny in an unpredictable situation. Her eyes, however, didn’t always seem to get the memo.

Larissa stared up at DD through her mascara-laden eyelashes, wishing she could hug her as tightly as she hugged her daughter. Wishing they could touch at all without it being improper. With a deep breath, she stood up straighter and gently played with her daughter's hair.

“I promise to try harder in remembering that,” Larissa assured, trying her best to reel in the large smile spreading across her lips.

Larissa and Deirdre stared at each other for a moment, blue eyes meeting blue as an understanding seemed to flow between the two of them. It seemed they were silent for a moment too long though because Olivia was quite distraught over it as she tugged on the bottom of Larissa’s skirt.

“Mommy! Mommy!” The little girl was adamant in her want for attention, eyes darting between the two women.

Both women broke themselves of their gaze, realizing they’d lost themselves for a moment. Larissa’s eyes lingered for just a moment longer, longing and something akin to love lingering behind those ocean eyes, before they pulled away and down towards her daughter.

“What is it, little one?” Larissa asked as she bent down in the most proper of ways, keeping her legs together as she tried her best to make herself a little more easily accessible to Olivia.

“DD is so pretty, don’t you think Mommy?” The little girl questioned, grinning between the two of them as her eyes flicked back and forth between her mother and her nanny.

Larissa blinked, taken aback by her daughter’s question. Her eyes flickered to DD for just a moment, eyes scanning her face quickly in order to see the other woman’s facial expression on the matter.

Deirdre looked about as surprised as Larissa before a blush crept up her cheeks, a small chuckle escaping her momentarily. “That’s an awful way to put your mother on the spot there, Livi.” The nanny teased, shaking her head in disbelief.

“But it’s true!” The child protested, slapping her hands on Larissa’s knees. “Tell her she’s pretty, Mommy! Come on!” Olivia squealed as she jumped up and down in excitement.

Larissa couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s antics, though there was a bit of a panic in her chest as she watched her daughter and avoided Deirdre’s lingering gaze for the moment. She could feel heat spreading across her cheeks and up to her ears, washing her skin in a flame she’d never felt before she’d met Deirdre.

“Yes, my darling little girl. DD is quite pretty.” She agreed, eyes peering up at Deirdre at the use of the nickname she had insisted Larissa use.

The tension between the two adults in the room mounted for a moment, swirling around them like a sexualized whirlwind. They shivered in tandem as their eyes finally met, Larissa swallowing hard as Deirdre licked her lips. Just as Larissa was about to open her mouth to say something more, Roger came barrelling into the room like a bull.

Everyone jumped and Larissa stood up straight, all evidence of any kind of emotion leaving her face. The only thing that could be seen, by anyone actually paying attention, was the flame of hatred dancing behind Larissa’s eyes.

Roger didn’t even seem to notice the tension in the room as he placed his deadly glower towards his wife. “We must be leaving now, or we will be late for this dinner. I suggest you hurry yourself up, otherwise, there will be consequences.” He threatened, not even making a show of caring who thought what of his outburst.

Larissa gave a curt nod before bending down to kiss Olivia on the head. “I will be back in a few hours, my darling. Have fun with Deirdre, yes?” She smiled brightly at her daughter, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Deirdre noticed, as she always did.

“Come on, little wild one. We’ll find you some dinner and then see if we can learn a few things before bedtime, hmm?” Deirdre reached out for Olivia’s hand, which the child gladly took as soon as she let go of Larissa.

Watching with unshed tears in her eyes, trying her best to fight them off, Larissa nodded her head at Deirdre in thanks, her lips mouthing the word so softly. Deirdre smiled back just as softly, wanting nothing more than to comfort the clearly distraught woman. But instead, she turned and left the room with Olivia, hoping to shield the child just a moment longer from her mother’s pain.

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 18

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC Smut & Sensitive Topic Warning - Minors DNI New as of 8/25/2023

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: "You are enough."

A/N: This chapter contains discussions about suicide. It also contains a little angst, light smut, and fluff. More after the jump.

Since we don't get a POV from Dieter in this series, I thought it might be nice to pick a few songs from the master playlist to share. I will probably start doing this for the remaining chapters so that we can get inside his head a little bit. At this point, I feel like the entire No Name Face album by Lifehouse is Dieter's life. So, you will get a lot of songs from that, but I'll throw in some others too. 😊

Before you start reading, I recommend having some tissue and chocolate on hand. It gets heavy toward the end. It does get a little graphic and the topic of death is discussed. Consider that a final warning. Lastly, a quick thank you to @for-a-longlongtime for being my beta on this chapter. It was nice to have early feedback given the sensitive nature of the topics covered in this one. Enough rambling from me. Happy reading.

Dieter and I got up early the next morning to start preparing for our trip. He left to go get some things from his house while I packed. I was a little flustered because I didn’t know where we were going or what we were doing. When I asked him what to bring, he gave me a mischievous grin before telling me to pack for any possible situation. That only annoyed me further. I ended up packing two bags worth of stuff and I didn’t care how excessive it was. That’s what he got for not telling me things.

When he returned later in the morning, he brought in a duffle bag that he had packed and added his phone charger and clothing items that he kept at my house. By the way he moved, I could tell that his mood had started to shift over the past couple of hours. He seemed increasingly anxious and more fidgety than usual. I wasn't sure what was prompting the change - whether it was the idea of leaving town or the change in routine.

We left around midday. Dieter had let me know that we had nearly a seven-hour drive to get to wherever it was we were going. I texted Lauren to let her know we would be out of town for a few days. Unsurprisingly, she started rapidly firing off questions about the trip that I didn’t have answers to. She got more annoyed with every “I don’t know” response I sent. She finally gave up and told me to have fun.

Dieter took a minute to call Gabby, because apparently cell service wasn’t the greatest at our destination. When she answered, he was quick to let her know she was on speaker phone and that I was with him in the car, which seemed odd to me. He told her we were on our way to Sonoma, and she fell quiet for a moment. I watched the frown that fell over his face as he waited for a response. She inhaled sharply before she finally spoke.

“Good. I’m happy to hear you guys are gonna spend some time away together. Especially there. I think it's a good thing.”

“Yeah, I agree. I think it’s a good idea. I’ll, ugh, I’ll talk to you when we get back.”

There was an odd tone to both of their voices, which almost made me feel like they were talking in code. They said their goodbyes shortly after that.

The long drive seemed to be making Dieter restless. He was getting more and more keyed up with every mile that passed. He seemed very fidgety and on edge. When it got close to dinner time, we pulled off at a small diner that was fairly empty. He seemed distracted throughout the meal, occasionally staring off into the distance at nothing. I didn’t mention anything about it, but it definitely had my attention. We ate quickly and left without him being noticed by anyone, thankfully. I had hoped the stop would help him relax some, but that didn’t seem to be the case. As soon as we got back on the road, I grabbed his right hand and held it in both of mine, gently rubbing it the entire time. I tried to keep a light conversation going to distract him, which seemed to help some.

Around 9:30 pm, Dieter informed me that we were almost at our destination. As we turned down a small road, I started to notice large open fields full of rows of something I couldn’t make out in the darkness. We eventually came to a large Spanish Colonial style house. It was an older home, but still beautiful. Some parts of the aged and discolored stone walls were covered in vines that crept all the way to the top. Everywhere you looked you were met with brightly colored plants and foliage. I still had no clue where we were.

Dieter parked the car out front. When we exited the vehicle, we were met by two men and a woman. Dieter passed his keys off to the younger of the two men, who went to get our bags out of the car. The other two met us in front of the large wooden entry doors.

“Hola Lucia, Mateo.” Dieter gave the man a nod as Lucia came in for a tight hug. She seemed very excited to see him and somewhat emotional. They had a quick conversation in Spanish that I couldn’t follow. I heard Dieter mention my name as he gestured toward me. Lucia came over to hug me, which took me by surprise.

As she pulled away, her eyes sparkled, and she gave me a genuine smile.

“I’m so happy to meet you. It’s been too long since he’s been here. It’s wonderful to see you both.”

Lucia was a petite older woman with graying hair and kind eyes. She spoke with a slight Spanish accent. She seemed very sweet. She quickly introduced me to her husband, Mateo, who had the same distinguished accent. He seemed a little gruff, but nice. He was on the taller side and fit for someone his age. He had a wonderful head full of thick dark hair. I imagined he was probably quite the looker in his younger years.

We all walked in through the big wooden doors. On the other side was a courtyard full of plants and greenery. There was a large two-tiered fountain in the center. Lucia turned to let us know the master suite had been prepared for us and the kitchen was stocked if we needed anything to snack on. Then, they said their goodbyes and headed in for the night. They disappeared off to the left and entered what looked like a small apartment area attached to the main home. I turned to Dieter with a questioning look on my face. I still had no idea what was going on.

“Lucia and Mateo are the caretakers for this place. They live in the staff apartment over there with their grandson, Jose.”

I nodded. That didn’t really clear anything up for me.

“So, what is this place exactly?”

“It’s a vineyard.” I nodded my head, still not fully understanding how Dieter fit into this equation. He seemed hesitant to offer any further details, so I didn’t prod.

We walked toward the main entrance of the house, seeing the younger gentleman, who I assumed was Jose, exit and wish us a good evening.

The inside of the house was beautiful. It had an old-world charm to it. Antique furnishings could be seen everywhere you looked. The walls and ceiling were a soft cream color. Dark wooden beams accented the ceiling. All the doors were made of the same dark wood as were the door trim and baseboards. The floor was made with what appeared to be dark brick stones. There was a large bronze chandelier that hung over the dark wooden entryway table. In the center of the table sat a large vase full of white roses.

I slowly followed behind Dieter as he made his way toward the stairwell, stopping ever so often to look at different things. I was drawn to a small accent table at the foot of the stairs that had a lot of old framed photos sitting on it. They were all black and white and appeared to have been taken in this house based on the familiar furnishings in the background. A picture of a woman holding a small boy caught my eye. I don’t know why, but I picked it up for a closer look.

“Do you know who these people are?”

“Previous owners of this place,” he said from behind me.

I examined the picture further. The woman was smiling, but something in her eyes looked sad. It was stirring some sort of emotion in me that I couldn’t place.

“She’s beautiful,” I mumbled quietly.

Dieter grabbed my free hand as he cleared his throat.

“How about we head up and get ready for bed. We’re gonna have a long day tomorrow.”

I set the picture back down and nodded. We made our way upstairs. Our room was huge. It had a sitting area around a fireplace. There were large glass doors that opened out onto a terrace. The doors were framed with sheer flowy curtains, layered with thicker darker colored ones to block the sunlight. A large four poster king bed sat opposite of the sitting area. The dark wood of the frame had intricate carvings that matched the style of the house. A matching wardrobe set off to one side. One of the doors was open, revealing two fluffy robes and a basket full of travel sized items that we might need for our stay. Our bags had been placed on the floor next to the wardrobe.

“This place is amazing,” I said as I turned to Dieter. I realized he had been watching me take everything in with a smirk on his face.

He walked over to me and wrapped one arm around my waist, while putting the other hand on my cheek. He pulled me tightly against him, briefly rubbing his nose against mine before kissing me gently. I deepened the kiss, but he pulled away soon after, staring into my eyes. His anxiety was still clear, even though he began to relax into our embrace. I struggled to read the emotion on his face. I could tell he was thinking about something as he started to chew at his lip, but he didn’t say anything. He gave me another quick kiss before saying we should get ready for bed.

I dug through my bag for my nightshirt. It was the same racerback tank sleep shirt I had worn in New York the night we had watched the movie. My mind briefly wandered back to that night. That was the night both of our lives got upturned by each other. Now here we were. After grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste from my luggage, I went to the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the same style as the rest of the house. All stone and dark wood. An old clawfoot bathtub sat in one corner. There was a glass walk-in shower in the other. The bathroom had clearly been updated at some point, but it still captured the old world charm the rest of the house had. I absolutely loved it.

Once I was down to brushing my teeth, I opened the door for Dieter. He had already changed into his shorts by the time he came in with his toothbrush. I noticed his eyes roaming over my bare skin, but he behaved himself, for the most part. He definitely had some wandering hands once we snuggled into bed, but eventually he settled down and dozed off after we tangled ourselves up together. I wasn’t far behind him.

The following morning, I was awakened by Dieter gently brushing my hair off my face. When my eyes fluttered open, he was propped up on his elbow staring at me with a hint of a smile on his face. I gave him a playful look before I turned over on my back, raising my arms above my head and pointing my toes for a full body stretch. His eyes very obviously roamed over my body as I did so. He reached over and put his hand around my midsection, pulling me in closer to bury his face in the crook of my neck.

“Good morning, mi estrella,” he huskily mumbled into my neck. The vibration from his voice and heat from his breath caused goosebumps to ripple right under my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he moved up to kiss me deeply. His hand slowly moved up my thigh, dipping under my night shirt to rest on the bare skin of my waist. But before it could go any further, we were interrupted by a landline phone ringing next to the bed. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine for a moment as he sighed heavily. Then he moved to answer the phone, speaking in Spanish as he did so. I heard him say Lucia’s name, possibly telling her good morning. He hung up and turned to me with an amused look on his face.

“You ready to get the day started?”

“That depends, what’s on the agenda?” I replied, slightly bemused. He flashed a toothy smile at me.

“First, breakfast. It’s waiting for us outside.”

He got out of bed and threw a robe at me to put on. He pulled back the curtains and opened the glass doors that led out to the terrace. Sure enough, breakfast was set up on a table for us.

I smirked, “Damn, I could get used to this.”

I threw on the robe and joined him outside to eat.

“Seriously, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Have you ever ridden a horse?” He asked me with a dimpled grin. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, but it’s been a while. Why?”

“I thought we could take a ride around the grounds. It’s the best way to travel around here.” He winked at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Well, I’m glad I did pack for every possible scenario. Horses were not on my bingo card though. If I would’ve known, I could’ve brought my riding crop, but I’m not sure it's made to be used on horses.” Dieter’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on the food he was chewing. I laughed.

“Are you making dirty jokes right now?” He looked a little shocked as I continued to chuckle.

“Yes. I do that sometimes.” He gave me a big smile as he shook his head at me.

We finished eating, then got dressed. Luckily, I had brought some jeans and outdoor shoes to wear. We made our way out back to a small horse stable. I watched as he saddled up two horses for us. I was surprised at how well he knew his way around the place and how good he was with the horses. I didn’t know this was a skill he had. It was kind of hot. The thought of him in a cowboy hat was suddenly doing things to me. He caught me staring at him, with what I’m sure was an inappropriate look on my face. He raised a brow at me with a flirty look on his face. That wasn’t helping my situation.

“You see something you like ma’am?” I huffed at him as I rolled my eyes. Turning away to look around at my surroundings. “Yes, the view here is amazing”. I could hear him chuckling behind me. He knew what he was doing.

Once he got the horses ready, we spent the entire morning riding across the grounds. The property was expansive and beautiful. There were rows of vines that seemed to go on for miles. On the north side of the property was a wooded area with trails that we rode on for a while. The trail opened to a small creek. It was very peaceful there.

As we made our way around, Dieter would point things out and explain how it related to viticulture, or the cultivation of grapevines. Anything from topographical features to the different blocks of soil types and how those things affected vine growth. I was honestly a little shocked he knew so much on the topic.

Overall, his mood seemed good throughout the morning. However, I could sense small shifts during moments of silence. I could tell he had something on his mind the whole time, even when he was engaged in conversation. He seemed to move between moments of melancholy and anxiety.

Once we realized it was getting close to lunch time, we headed back toward the house. He said we would be having a picnic on the hillside, but we needed to pick up the food from Lucia. I wondered how much of this trip he had planned himself and how much was Lucia. I couldn’t tell, but I loved how much thought had gone into it. If he hadn't already owned my body and soul, this trip definitely would have solidified things between us. I could feel the connection between us getting stronger just by being here together. Even though we hadn’t discussed it yet, it felt like his feelings were in the same place as mine at this point.

We made a quick stop at the house to grab our lunch and a large picnic blanket. Dieter quickly packed everything away in a saddle bag before we headed off to whatever spot he had picked out. He led me to a hilltop on the west side of the property that had an amazing view of all the surroundings. You could see the house, the fields, and the periphery of the wooded area. It was a perfect spot. As we ate, he continued to tell me about things on the property and the challenges of the wine making process. It was kind of adorable, as talking about it caused a small spark of excitement in his eyes.

While he spoke, I noticed a stone arch with steps near the edge of the wooded area. I could vaguely make out what looked like a lattice style fence under the growth out to the sides of it. I hadn't noticed it before since we didn’t ride down that far.

“What’s that over there?” I asked him. He was quiet for a minute. I noticed his brows knitted together.

“It’s the family cemetery.”

“Oh.” I replied solemnly. The question seemed to momentarily shift his mood again, but it didn’t last long. He changed the subject by pulling out a bottle of wine. He was about to pour it into a glass, but I took it from him and drank from the bottle. He gave me a surprised look.

“Glasses aren’t necessary,” I said with a chuckle, then passed him the bottle. We drank a good deal of it as we sat chatting. Both of us were clearly becoming more relaxed. The chatting somehow turned into a heated make out session, until he abruptly peeled himself away from me.

“I need to calm down before we both end up naked. They can probably see us up here.”

I laughed before giving him one last chaste kiss on the lips. He sat propped up on one arm, staring down at me for some time. Using his other hand to brush my hair back or to drape around my midsection. Occasionally bending to give me a brief kiss in varying places on my face. We sat in silence like that for a while. Just taking each other in and being together. It was strangely peaceful and intimate. The quiet moment ended when one of the horses wandered over and started nibbling at the leftover fruit, which sent us into a fit of laughter as Dieter tried to take it away from the horse, who was not having it. We took that as our cue to get going.

We spent several more hours riding and walking around in the fields. We were both filthy before all was said and done. We had a good time though and I had learned a lot from him. I was strangely very much into the topic of viticulture all of a sudden.

We made our way back to the stables. I went ahead to the house to shower and get ready for dinner while Dieter took care of the horses. Once he was finished, he too came to shower while I was getting dressed. We decided to be a little extra and dress up for the occasion. I wore a burgundy sundress and put my hair up in a messy curly updo. Dieter wore some dark slacks with a white button up dress shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left the top few buttons open. The way the shirt fit across his shoulders and around his arms was distracting. All I could think about was ripping it off him. He caught me staring more than once and gave me a flirty smile every single time.

Once we were ready, he grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Lucia had set up dinner for us on the patio outside of the sitting room. There was a large tree in the middle that had lit antique chandeliers in varying sizes hanging from it. The table was set beautifully with a tablecloth, a small vase of white roses, and a few small candles sitting in the middle of the tablescape. The sun was just starting to disappear behind the hills which made for a very romantic setting. I was surprised by it all and it made me a little emotional. I wasn’t used to such grand gestures. I took a deep breath to try and steady myself as I felt my eyes begin to water. Thankfully it passed before Dieter noticed…or maybe he did see it and just chose not to say anything.

We spent dinner talking about our day. There was a lot of laughing and intense gazes that eventually led into soft touches across the table and legs grazing underneath it. As the final bits of daylight disappeared and we indulged in the wine, I could feel the atmosphere shifting. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. I knew exactly how this evening was going to end one way or another and it couldn't come soon enough. I had already caught myself clenching my thighs together all throughout dinner. It was maddening.

Once we finished eating, we wandered inside to the dimly lit sitting room. I was drawn to a small table near the window that had a bunch of old framed pictures on it. They were pictures of the same people from before. There was one in particular that caught my attention. It was the same woman from earlier, dancing with a handsome dark-haired man in what looked like this same room. I picked it up to look at it as Dieter walked up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against him as he looked at the picture over my shoulder. I could feel his jaw tightening. I set the picture down and started examining the antique gramophone that sat next to the pictures.

“I’ve never seen one of these in person. Does it work?” I turned to look at him. He gave me a sad smile.

“I’m not sure. It used to.”

He moved to turn it on. To our surprise a classical melody started playing almost immediately through the horn. I smiled up at Dieter. He smiled back at me as he grabbed my hands and pulled me toward the open space in front of the patio doors. He put one arm around my waist, pulling me in closely as he held the other and started to sway to the music. I couldn’t help the smile that broke across my face.

We danced in silence for several minutes, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Eventually the pace of the music picked up speed. He responded by moving us around the room in practiced motions that I wasn’t expecting. Both of us giggling like children as we went. As the music came to a close, he twirled me around and ended it by dipping me backwards. Enthusiastic smiles were plastered across both of our faces as he leaned down and met me for a kiss. As he raised me back to a standing position, the kiss deepened. I reached up to run my hands through his hair while his hands gripped my hips.

I could feel his posture change as he slowed things down, eventually stopping to rest his head against mine with his eyes closed. When I pulled back to look at him, his brows were drawn tightly together, creating a deep crease between them. When he finally opened his eyes, they were watery and full of some emotion that I could not discern. He searched my face as he pushed some loose curls back from my forehead. He leaned in to kiss me, more urgently this time, but broke away after a moment to ask if I wanted to go upstairs. I gave him a quick nod while I continued to study his face. He seemed to be cycling through several different emotions all at once.

We quickly made our way back to our room and started undressing each other as soon as the door closed behind us. He scooted back onto the center of the bed, motioning for me to come to him. I crawled over and straddled his lap. I could already feel his hardness pressing against me as he kissed down my neck and breasts. I could feel his fingers running up the inside of my thigh before they met the bundle of nerves between my legs. I was already wet and ready for him when he inserted his fingers. I was in such a frenzy for him that it didn’t take long for me to be overcome by pleasure from his movements. Before I had a chance to recover, he was already placing himself at my entrance. I wasted no time in sinking down on him.

It was slow and sensual; the focus was on our connection to one another. The emotions were running deep this time. It was the most intense that it had ever been. We went on for some time, both of us sweaty and panting into each other's mouths. As I increased the speed of my rhythm, I could feel the build of a second release nearing. He too was close. When my muscles tightened around him, he spilled into me with a soft groan. We hugged each other tightly, burying our faces into one another as we both tensed through our releases.

We sat with him still inside me, unmoving for some time. We shared gazes, soft touches, and more kisses. Eventually my legs started to protest, worn out from the day's activities. I groaned as we moved to lay down under the covers where we continued our intimate embrace. We both drifted off to sleep soon after.

I later awoke to the feel of a soft breeze and morning dew creeping into the room from the open terrace doors. The sunlight was just beginning to peek over the horizon, giving the room a soft glow. The bed beside me was empty and cold with Dieter nowhere in sight. I grabbed one of the fluffy robes from the wardrobe and walked out onto the terrace to find him. He was sitting in a chair, staring off in the distance with red rimmed eyes and a half empty bottle of bourbon in his hand. His eyes met mine. He looked lost and broken in a way that I had never seen. Whatever it was that had been bothering him the last couple of days was finally breaking through the surface. I approached him and reached for the hand he had resting on his chest. He pulled me over to him and hugged me around the waist, resting his forehead against my stomach.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he said with a gravelly voice.

“It’s something that I’ve never fully told anyone, but I think it’s time I did. If I’m ever gonna get my shit together, I have to. I think you’re the only person I feel comfortable opening up to about it. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to bring you here.”

Dieter leaned back into the seat as I climbed up onto his lap, straddling his hips to sit face to face with him. He too was wearing one of the robes from our room. I could tell he hadn’t bothered to put anything else on underneath. Normally, that would have been distracting, but right now it was just an afterthought. I took the bourbon bottle from his left hand and set it on the ground. Then started rubbing the back of his neck. The fingers of my right hand were still entwined with his against his chest.

“I know I’ve never mentioned my parents. You might have caught on that they died when we were younger, but I’ve never told you the details. My mom’s death specifically is something that I’ve really struggled with. I haven’t even told my sister or brother everything that happened the day that she died.”

He took a deep breath and looked off into the distance where he had been staring earlier.

“This place belonged to my parents. It belongs to me now, but this is only like the fourth time I’ve been back here since my father died when I was twenty.”

He drew his brows down together before he continued. I could tell he was trying hard to control his emotions.

“Before that, I hadn’t been here since we buried my mom on the property when I was thirteen. I just couldn’t handle the memories.”

He briefly stopped speaking, seeming to think through his next words.

“The week that she died…my father was out of town on business. She had always struggled with depression and at the time I didn’t even really understand what that meant. That week she seemed worse than normal, and I thought she just really missed dad. She always had a harder time when he was gone.”

He paused, inhaling deeply again. He placed his right hand on my hip and knotted the fabric of my robe in his fist before he continued. He was still staring off in the distance, unblinking.

“She really loved flowers. White roses specifically. She said they symbolized love, loyalty, and a fresh start. She was always talking about the meaning and symbolism of things.” He gave a small laugh before briefly biting at his lip.

“That morning I woke up really early. I’d planned to go get some fresh flowers from her garden to help cheer her up when she got out of bed. It was an unusual thing for me to do. I mean, I would bring her flowers all the time, but never early in the morning like that. So, I’m sure it never crossed her mind that I would be the one to find her.”

My breath caught in my throat. This is the reason he is so broken. This is why he is so afraid of love and loss. This one incident had shaped his life of loveless solitude. Since the moment I had met him, he had a sadness behind his eyes that was unreadable. Even when he seemed to be at his happiest, I could sense it just underneath the surface. This is what he has been holding on to since the day he lost one of the most important people in his life and he was choosing to share it with me rather than anyone else.

I knew I had been feeling a shift in our relationship, but I wasn’t expecting this. He was trusting me with his biggest and most heartbreaking secret. I sat in silence, tears slowly starting to slide down my face as I understood what he was about to tell me. I didn’t know what to say, so I just continued to comfort him with physical touch as always. It had become our secret language to one another after all.

He looked down at our entwined hands with a stuttered breath as he continued. He talked slowly, stopping ever so often to manage his emotions.

“It was during sunrise. Kind of like it is now. I walked down to her garden. There used to be a huge apple tree that grew near that old fountain down there at the bottom of the hill. I saw her as soon as I got to the edge of the garden. I knew what I was seeing, but I couldn’t really process it. She was hanging from the tree. My automatic reaction was to run over and try to hold her up. To take the pressure off the rope. I just knew she would be fine if I could only hold her up. I don’t know how long I stood there trying to hold her and screaming for help before somebody heard me. It seemed like an eternity. Finally, one of the workers heard me and rushed over.”

His voice became very flat and void of emotion. He continued to stare at our hands blankly.

“Everything that happened after that is kind of a blur. I remember sitting on the ground and crying…while they cut the rope to bring her down. It was clear she’d been there for a while. She was blue and cold. At the time, I felt like I’d failed her. I should’ve gone out sooner or tried harder to hold her up. I know that’s ridiculous because they said she’d likely been there most of the night.”

He briefly shook his head from side to side before continuing, keeping his eyes focused on our hands.

“The next day… out of pure rage, I set the tree and the garden on fire. I stood there and watched it burn while everybody rushed to put it out. My father was so angry about it.”

His voice shook. He was starting to break. I could see it was taking everything in him to hold it back. He finally looked up at me and my heart shattered.

“Why wasn’t I enough for her to want to stay? Why couldn’t she stay for her kids? I literally worshiped the ground she walked on. She was my life and none of us were enough for her.”

Dieter started sobbing. I hugged him and cried with him. He continued with his head buried in my neck.

“I have so much anger toward her for leaving us like that and I hate myself for it. I feel like, if I wasn’t enough for my mother, how can I ever be enough for anyone else? Why do I deserve to find happiness when she couldn’t? I’m so afraid of finding someone I want in my life in every way and they’re going to leave me because I can’t get my shit together or something’s gonna happen to them and I’m not going to be able to handle it. I’m already on the edge as it is. What if I'm like her and I do what she did to someone else? I don’t want to put someone through that. I haven’t been able to bring myself to take that chance and I’ve lived a fucking miserable existence because of it. I don’t want that anymore.”

I raised his face with both of my hands to make him look at me. The look in his eye seemed different. Almost relieved.

“Dieter, you are enough.” He tried to look away from me, but I wouldn’t let him.

“You hear me. You really are enough. Don’t ever tell yourself otherwise. You’re such a selfless person, I know you would never do anything like she did. She was sick. Depression is a very consuming thing if it’s not treated properly. I mean, you’ll never really know what she was dealing with. It could have been more than that, you know? Honestly, you have every right to be angry with her. She hurt you and put you in a really painful situation. Don’t feel bad about that. But you also need to be able to forgive her and understand that what she was going through had nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I don’t think you’ll ever be able to move on. The fact that you’ve finally opened up to someone is amazing though. It’s a good first step and I’m proud of you for doing it. I know how hard it was for you. Thank you for trusting me with this part of yourself.”

Dieter shook his head in agreement, then took a deep stuttering breath. I could smell the thick scent of bourbon as he exhaled. He suddenly looked exhausted. I could tell this had taken a lot out of him. I kissed his forehead and hugged him again. I could feel all the tension leave his body as he melted into me.

I was falling hard for this beautiful, broken man. He was either going to be the best thing that ever happened to me or absolutely crush my soul. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could continue saying we were just friends if there was going to be this much emotion involved. I think he was starting to sense it too. This weekend was changing things between us in so many ways. This goes far beyond “just friends” and even the newly added “benefits”.

Dieter pulled away and wiped the tears off my face with each of his thumbs, letting his hands cup my face. He studied me, his brows drew down together. He looked as if he was trying to make some sort of decision. He pushed the hair back from my face and kissed me gently. Then he leaned his forehead against mine. “We should probably try to get a couple hours of sleep. I’ve kept you up most of the night.” I gave him a small smile as I agreed.

He stood up, lifting me up from his lap, then sat me on the ground. We went back inside. He closed the terrace doors behind us and pulled the blackout curtains shut. We crawled into bed together. He turned on his side, snuggled his head into the crook of my neck, and tangled his legs in with mine. He threw his arm across me, grabbed my hand that was resting just below my neck, and entwined our fingers there. I hadn’t even realized I was doing the thing with my hand, but he did. He always did and he always knew how to ease my anxiety. Never questioning the cause of it.

He quickly fell into a deep sleep. I laid there for a while just listening to him. He seemed less restless than he had been in recent weeks. I hoped that some of the weight had been lifted as he had shared his pain with me. I would take on all of his pain if I could. I wanted nothing more than to see this man truly happy and unburdened by his past. Eventually I also drifted off to sleep.

We were awakened a few hours later by the phone. Dieter rolled over to answer. Mateo called to let us know that breakfast was ready. He thanked him and hung up the phone. We both groaned and snuggled further into bed, facing each other with arms and legs wrapped around one another.

I could feel his eyes on me, and I slowly opened mine to look at him. There was a slight glow sneaking into the room from the sunlight. Just enough for me to make out the expression on his face. He looked almost giddy or hopeful? He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. He mumbled, “Good morning, mi luz en la oscuridad” into my hair then leaned down for a slow, sensual kiss. Which is not what I was expecting after the early morning events.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what that means?” I asked him with a smirk.

“One day I will. I promise,” he said through a smile as he leaned in for another quick kiss.

He broke away and suddenly got very serious. He raised up above me on his elbow. “Look, I…” he started, then froze for a minute. Trying to find his words. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I know that we agreed this whole thing between us is…that we…fuck. I don’t know how to say this.”

I had to admit, a flustered Dieter was pretty damn cute. I hadn’t had the pleasure of really seeing this version of him before. I raised my hand to rub the short hair at the nape of his neck and gave him an encouraging smile.

“I know we both said that we’re not doing the relationship thing, but I can’t deny how I feel anymore. I’ve been breaking all the fucking friend rules for weeks and you haven’t stopped me.”

He paused briefly, clearly working up the courage to continue. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

“So, I’m just gonna say it. I’m in love with you and I can’t help it. I don’t know what you wanna do with that, but if your feelings have changed about things, I’m willing to try to be with you as something more. I want to be with you. There’s something about you that draws me in and puts me at peace and I…” his voice broke a little.

He was actually getting emotional about this. There was none of the cocky jokes or usual confidence behind his words. He took a second to pull himself together.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I feel like I have to at least try because living with the what ifs may kill me before anything else does. And I know you have your own shit to work through… I wanna continue to support you through that, like you have me. I want you to know that I’ll never treat you like your ex-husband did. Actually, if I ever see him out in public again, I’ll make him eat his own fucking teeth for what he did to you.” His last statement gave me a good chuckle.

I think my silence began to make him a little uneasy. His newly returned confidence was fading slightly. I sat there for a moment, staring at him intently before I spoke. Trying to decide if this was a good idea. Especially after his emotional display from earlier. Was he really in a place to decide this is what he wanted? Or was this some sort of reaction to help himself feel better in the moment? He did say he had been thinking about it for a while. I also had to consider the things his sister had said to me previously. Could this really work between us? I knew from this point on, it had to be all or nothing because there was no going back, especially after everything that has happened over the last couple of weeks.

Dieter took a deep breath. “You’re kind of breaking my heart here with the silence,” he said as he let out a nervous laugh.

I gave him a big toothy smile as I pulled him down for a very enthusiastic kiss, then spoke against his lips.

“I honestly don’t know how I could say no. You’ve had me hooked since New York if I’m being honest.”

A big smile slowly spread across his face in return.

“I fucking knew it.”

A/N: There you have it folks. We now know what happened to our dear sweet Dieter. From this point on, we are going to start diving deep into some mental health stuff as our couple tries to navigate their relationship. It’s going to get a little dark at times, but there will be a happy ending. Hopefully you will stick with me till the end.

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