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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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about a boy - e.m.

Summary: You've never had a boy in your bed. You're not sure what you're meant to do with one.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: none i don't think? mainly fluff and an overthinking reader (they're so me)

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There's a boy in your bed.

"M&M?"

You turn your head. Eddie holds the bag of candies to you.

"Okay," you say, and take a blue M&M.

Eddie smiles, about fifteen M&Ms in his own mouth. His attention returns to the screen. You have no idea what's playing.

A boy is in your bed, and he's put a movie on, and now his thigh is pressed against yours, lean and warm.

Eddie's socks are green and have tiny yellow stars on them. He's pulled them over his jean cuffs to keep the cold away. Not that it matters when he has a sleeveless Metallica shirt on.

But Eddie doesn't seem to get cold, anyway. You went for ice cream last week even though it had snowed the night before.

Eddie had paid for your ice cream, which isn't something to look too into. Steve's paid for your ice cream before, because Steve's a nice guy. And Eddie's a nice guy too. So maybe nice people pay for ice cream. And that's all.

Your eyes trace the dip of Eddie's belly, the slice of skin that peeks out between his waistband and shirt hem. His exposed arm and neck is sprinkled with freckles and you can see the edge of the demon tattoo on his breastbone.

Your heart races. That's wrong, isn't it? Looking at Eddie like that? Hoping he'll give you more?

You don't know. You've never had a boy in your bed. There's no guidebook.

Eddie laughs at the screen. You relish in his swelled cheeks and glimpse of fanged canines. You love Eddie's smile; bright and all-encompassing. You can't help but be pulled into his orbit every time you're around him.

You ought to give Robin something for introducing the two of you. A fruit basket, or maybe Vickie Summers in a gift box.

Need curls deep in your chest as you watch Eddie sink further into your pillows. You wonder if he can feel your eyes on him. That would be embarrassing. But maybe he'd be flattered that you're looking at him; that you can't help but.

He's touchy. Affectionate. You're really not, but Eddie takes it in stride. He gives you little half-hugs instead of his usual squeeze-the-soul-out-of-you ones. He bumps your shoulder or simply walks beside you, respecting your space.

And funnily enough, through all that, you've begun to wish Eddie would touch you more.

"'M gonna get more popcorn," he says. "Y'want something else?"

You turn your head in a vain attempt to make it seem like you haven't been mooning over him like a lovesick calf.

"No, no, um, thanks. Thanks."

You cringe at your clumsy mouth. Eddie's oblivious, hopping off the bed and disappearing into the hall.

Are you even allowed to want more? You and Eddie are friends. Maybe even Good Friends, especially after the 'murderous monster tries to swallow Hawkins' crisis died down.

But you don't hang out like this. Where Eddie can see all the Polaroid pictures of trees you thought were good reasons to love the earth and of your mom and of the deer you saw once, and your sky blue wallpaper with clouds painted on it. You wonder if he thinks you're childish or silly.

Why does he even spend time with you? Are you the only one free? Was today a non-Hellfire day and that's why Eddie had agreed to come over? Nothing better to do?

You haven't the slightest idea what's happening in the movie. You should pay attention because Eddie might want to talk about it afterwards, and he'll be cross if you don't know what he's talking about.

Except, that doesn't really seem like Eddie. Still. You've never had a boy in your bed. You don't know if they expect you to pay attention to the movies they play.

You chew on a cuticle. Eddie returns in a couple minutes, climbing onto the bed with his knees. He offers you the bowl of popcorn. You shake your head.

"Everything okay, sweet thing?" he asks.

Oh, don't you just melt over that. You feel like the yellow M&M between Eddie's fingers.

"Yeah, f-fine."

You stare at the foot of space between you. Once, you'd dared to lean on the shoulder of a boy you didn't like that much. Your head hadn't stayed long on his shoulder, and afterwards, you wished you'd been struck by lightning.

What if this is like that? What if Eddie sneers at you and shuffles away. God, you can't handle that. You like this boy in your bed so much, it frightens you.

"This guy, the one in the raincoat." Eddie points. "He's one of my favorite actors. I like the way he talks. You ever get that? Liking the way someone talks?"

You look at him. Eddie looks at you. He's trying to pull you out of your head. He thinks something's worrying you. You're so anxious all the time. And Eddie knows that, so he tries to ground you. You withdraw and Eddie will call out to you and ask you questions. He always sounds lovely. Sometimes, you try to gather the courage to ask him something back. But the words remain lodged in your throat.

"Yeah, I get that." Be brave, be brave. "I like the way you talk."

You wait for lightning to strike.

"Really?" Eddie asks, sounding genuinely curious.

"Uh-huh. You have a nice voice."

Nothing. Not even a rumble of thunder.

"Sweet thing, you're gonna give me a big head," Eddie says with a grin.

He's not teasing you. Once upon a time, you might've thought he was, because it seemed like that's all people were capable of. But Eddie's not. He thinks they're nice, the words you say. You want to say more nice words. You want to keep this boy in your bed.

You also want to close this distance. Be a permanent planet in Eddie's orbit. Be brave.

You stare at that tiny foot of space between you again. You're probably being too quiet and still, and Eddie's probably worried you're stuck in your head again.

So before he can coax you out again, (because he cares about you. He cares about you, and you're just going to have to get used to that, alright?) you scoot an inch.

And another inch. And another.

You move at a glacial pace. You don't think Eddie's picked up on your little scheme. How fiendish you are, attempting to cuddle with the boy in your bed. Wicked!

Now, you're so close you can feel Eddie's body heat. His shirt looks soft and worn. You wonder what he smells like.

You move closer. Now, your chest is touching Eddie's side. He looks at you.

His eyes are dark like the blackest parts of space. If you do this and fail, those eyes might just swallow you up.

You listen for thunder, but the skies are clear.

"What's goin' on, pretty?" he murmurs.

"Do you like me?" you blurt, helpless in his pull.

Eddie's brows lift. He blinks, cocks his head.

"'Course I do, sweet thing."

"No, like." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then open them. "You like me enough for a movie, but do you like me enough to let me put my head on your shoulder?"

"Is that all?" he asks, eyes dancing. There's stars in them. "I like you so much, I want your head on my shoulder forever."

Cinnamon. Eddie smells like cinnamon.

You no longer wish to be struck by lightning.

"Oh," you breathe.

Eddie hums and gently taps your head with one finger.

"That what you've been thinking so hard about?" he asks.

"I've never had a boy in my bed," you say.

"'M honored to be the first."

You nod, jittery with hope. "I'm glad it's you."

And then Eddie eases you into his side. It's perfect. It feels like you're young and don't know any better. It feels like you'll never find anything else like it.

Eddie bows his head. His curls tickle your cheeks and shroud you from the rest of the world.

"And will you kiss me too?" you ask.

"As much as you want, pretty."

You think you can get used to having a boy in your bed.

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into "Seven Minutes in Heaven" as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you're his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I've been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that's something you want)

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"Jason, stop!" You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

"Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don't you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?"

You knew you should've stayed out of it.

But you'd heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy's traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

"Nothing personal." Jason said coolly, putting on her headphones and studying her Walkman. "We just have to be safe with you trailer park kids. You know how they are. One moment you think everything's fine..." He pulled the tape from the Walkman, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. "And the next? Well they're starting riots and cults! Bringing weapons to school! Stealing from classrooms! Other students, even!" He gave her a sticky sweet smile, "We wouldn't want that."

Max rolled her eyes at his implication, groaning as he crushed the cassette beneath his heel. Patrick tossed her bag to the side, tucking anything he'd found of interest into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

"Just doing our routine checks, freak."

You stood as soon as they were gone, running to help her with her things. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

"No." She groaned, picking at the pieces of her mangled cassette. She cursed under her breath.

"Shit, what happened?"

You looked up to find a brown eyed boy staring back at you, his shaggy dark curls sticking every which way.

"Jason." Max muttered under her breath.

He cursed under his breath and dropped his bag, helping you gather the papers. He paused when he saw Max scooping up the pieces of the crushed cassette.

He sighed, "Who's our casualty?"

Max's head hung a little, running her thumb over a piece of the long tape, pitifully, "Kate Bush."

He gave a sad smile before sitting up and puffing out his chest. He pulled off the bandana he had tied around his forehead, holding it to his heart. "Long live the honorable Kate Bush. Our fallen soldier."

Max fought a smile at his dramatic speech, and he laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove when he caught her grinning. "Go on, then. Give her a proper burial."

You tapped the papers on the ground to stack them evenly in your hands as Max ran off to toss the broken tape. You stood, and the brown eyed boy passed you Max's backpack with a bright smile. You couldn't help but smile back, blushing a little.

"You'll have to excuse me, Princess. Don't meet Hawkins royalty often." You giggled, rolling your eyes. He held a hand out to you, "I'm Eddie."

You took the handshake, laughing softly at the formality. "Y/N."

"Oh, I know who you are." He's got mischief in his eyes as he looks at you.

You quirked a brow, "Yeah?"

"Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows you, Prom Queen." You blushed at his nickname. "Didn't expect you to be such a sweetheart, though."

You shuffled your feet at bit, eyes scanning the floor shyly. "Why not?"

"It's just the crowd you hang around is all." He reassured. "Didn't peg you as one to be saving lost sheep."

A friend called your name from the cheer table, and you heard giggles and whispers. They were hard to make out, but the word "freak" was unmistakable. You shot them a dirty look, your expression melting into sympathy as you turned back to Eddie.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging, and gave you a knowing smile. "I'll see you around, L/N."

You watched him walk away, giving Max her bag and mussing her hair before jogging over to Hellfire.

Jason, obviously, had found out about the interaction.

He held your face, now, as he patronized you. "My girl wants to be friends with the freaks, huh? Fine by me, baby. I'll let you get real acquainted with one another."

You groaned, rolling your eyes "Christ, Jason. I'm not your girl. Leave me the hell alone."

You thrashed your arms and kicked, but it was no use. Jason shoved the door open and threw you inside, slamming it again.

You landed on your ass in Jason's bedroom, staring up at a bewildered Eddie Munson.

"Jesus, are you ok?" He knelt beside you, giving you his arm to help you up.

Your legs were shakey, but in an odd way, the sight of him relaxed you a little. "W-What are you doing here?"

He clutched his chest. "What, you assume I wasn't invited? I'm wounded, Princess."

You rolled your eyes as he sat with you on the bed.

"I thought I was dealing for the party." He sighed. "But then when I got here they shoved me in here and locked the door." He laughed humorously, "I gotta say, I can't tell you how fucking relieved I am to see you. Thought they were gonna beat the shit out of me and hide my body or something. "

You sighed, "Well hopefully Seven Minutes in Heaven beats that."

He crawled further up onto the mattress, crossing his legs lazily and propping his arms behind his head. "You know, I always thought Jason hated me, but now, he's going around locking me in rooms with pretty girls. I guess he's warming up to me." You snorted, his friendliness relaxing you, and your eyes fell to the floor shyly. He stared at you warmly, "I suppose he's more using me as the punishment this time though, huh? Spend some time with the freak and if you make it out alive, you can sit at the popular table?"

Your heart sank. He seemed so exasperatedly resigned to it all. As if it were just another Tuesday.

"I don't think it's a punishment." You countered his deprecating words, crossing your arms.

He gave a lazy smile, chewing on his necklace passively, "No?"

You shook your head with a smile, peering at him over your shoulder.

"He really is a meathead, you know." You tested the waters carefully, holding his gaze. "He locks me in a room with a pretty boy and expects me to be upset about it? Ridiculous."

Eddie froze, a shit eating grin tugging at his pretty lips. "You're flirting with me."

You smirked, blushing. "You started it."

"Maybe," He crawled closer, sitting behind you on the bed with your body turned to face him, "But you liked it enough to keep it going."

The air was thick with tension now. He was close enough for you to see the faint spattering of freckles on his nose. A tiny scar at his temple. "How much time do we have left?"

He grinned, "Why do you ask? You got somewhere to be?"

"I'd just rather not have Jason Carver walk in on me jumping your bones."

"Oh, is that what you're gonna do?" He chuckled when you blushed, a hand coming up to hold your chin. "I've gotta disagree with you there. I think that's an ideal senario, really."

You laughed so sweetly he couldn't help but grin.

"You didn't have anything to drink, did you?" His voice is soft, nose nudged against yours. It felt like electricity in your veins as his lips teasingly grazed your own. You shook your head no. "Good."

When he kissed you it was like liquid warmth spreading through you. He tasted sweet and tart, like he'd been eating Jolly Ranchers before you happened to dropped in, and he smelled like green apples and good weed. His curls tickled your cheeks ever so slightly as you let his hands slide over your neck to cradle your face against his. You moaned softly, your tongue grazing his, and he cursed against you. He was needy and messy, nipping and sucking at your lips when you laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently. He made a delicious sound at that, reaching blindly for your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. He held you, his hands drifting beneath your shirt to rub your back. You whined his name breathlessly.

"Fuck, Hey..." He hummed against you , your breath was shakey when he as he pulls back to look at you. He was gorgeous...all kiss bitten and smiley.

"Now, as eager as I am for you to jump my bones, tiger..." He pecked your lips again, chastely, as if he couldn't help it. "I think you 'ought to let me take you home first."

You frowned, "Home?"

He grinned, giving your thighs a little pat with one last kiss, signaling for you to stand. You did, though relucatantly, and Eddie wandered over to the window.

"Like you said..." He smiled at you, easily pulling up on the frame and opening the window. "Meathead."

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It had been Eddie's idea to keep it a secret. If it had been up to you, you would have been making out with him in the halls like every other god forsaken couple at Hawkins High.

You'd wanted to sit with him at lunch. Watch Hellfire do their thing. Go see his band play. And while this made Eddie's heart sprout little wings and fly around in his chest, he knew better.

"You...God, you have no idea how much I want that." He whined, burying his face in your neck. You were laid out on his bed with him, sharing a joint as you rambled.

He pressed kisses to the crook of your neck and you squirmed when they tickled, grinning at him, "Then let me come, stupid." You mussed his curls playfully and he gave a croaky laugh.

"You know you I can't do that, Prom Queen."

You rolled your eyes, blowing smoke up towards the roof of the trailer. "Why not?"

"Babe." He held your chin as you looked up at him, "He heard a rumor that you had a single conversation with me and he shoved you on your ass and locked you in a room with a stranger." You frowned, knowing deep down he was right. "God, you have know idea how much I want to show you off. Kiss you whenever I want. Especially when you're walking around in that little cheer skirt. Like, holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But I'm not going to let those assholes make your life hell because of me. Trust me. I'm not worth it."

"Fuck off." You whined at his self-deprecating words. "You're worth everything."

He smiled, crooning down to graze your lips, "Everything huh?"

"More than everything. Everything and then even more on top of that. Have you ever seen Carrie?"

He nodded, looking amused, and laid the burnt end of the joint in an ashtray.

"That's the kind of shit I'd put up with for you."

He laughed loudly, "Aw babe...I can't believe you'd become a blood thirsty telekinetic monster for me." He clutches his heart in faux sentiment.

"Any day, Munson."

His arms wrapped around your waist and he sighed, rolling onto his back so you were laying atop him. "Well as much as I appreciate the offer..." he combed his fingers through your hair, and you nearly purred. "I'm not letting anyone give my Prom Queen a pig's blood bath."

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Mike had been rambling about El for nearly fourty five minutes, now. He'd just gotten a new letter from her and he was over the moon, relaying to the group all of her stories about Jonathan and Will and Rink-o-Mania, Lucas and Dustin interjecting every so often to gush over Suzie and Max. Eddie was trying to listen. He really was. But his eyes kept getting lost in the thick rule book he'd propped up in front of his throne. He sighed softly, picking up one of his tiny silver figures to toy with it while the boys talked.

"Are we gonna play?" He finally groaned, his leg swung over the arm of his throne lazily. "You guys have been rambling like idiots in love for a half hour."

"Aw, are you jealous, Munson?" Mike teased with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll find someone someday."

"Nah man." Eddie smirked, picking at his fingernails. "I'm off the market. Don't get me wrong, you guys are cute and all. I've just heard so much about these Señoritas that I think I know them better than you do at this point."

Lucas paused, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean you're off the market?"

"Don't worry Sinclair. There's plenty of me to go around." He spread his arms goofily, grinning.

Dustin looked unimpressed, "You expect us to believe you've got a girl?"

"Not a girl, Henderson. A woman."

Mike rolled his eyes, "He's lying."

Eddie scoffed, "Come on, man. You're allowed to to have a girlfriend that's just casually a superhero, but the moment I have a girlfriend at all? That's when you call bullshit?"

"Who is she?"

Lucas countered, crossing his arms.

Eddie paused, debating if he should tell them. "Y/N L/N."

The table groaned, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.

"Sureeee."

"Come off it, Eds."

"Whatever man."

Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head, "When have I ever lied to you guys huh? I don't have to prove myself to you little assholes."

Lucas shook his head. "A girlfriend is one thing, Eddie. A cheerleader girlfriend? That's another. But Y/N L/N? Dude...that's something else entirely."

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You gasped, throwing your elbows and struggling when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist in the empty hallway. Your hallpass fluttered to the ground. "Get your hands off of me, assho-"

Their arms loosened, "Oh come on, angel, I know I'm no Prince Charming, but I thought you liked me better than that."

You froze, immediately turning and throwing your arms around the curly haired, brown eyed boy in front of you. "Eds..."

He held your waist with one arm, rubbing your back with the other. "Hey, I've got you. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Is something going on?" His brow furrowed with concern, cradling your face.

You buried your face in his chest, voice muffled. "I'm sorry." You fought to catch your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline. "Jason and some other idiots from the basketball team. They always flirt, but they've been...touchy, today." You swallowed thickly. "They've been following me around like dogs."

"Hold up, touchy? They put their hands on you?" Anger flashed in his eyes as he looked you over, protectively. "They've pulled shit like that? Running up and grabbing you?"

"They've only held me like that once," You croak. "Normally they just push me back up against the lockers."

Eddie's face hardened, his jaw clenching. His lip trembled, and you could tell he was hiding rage just beneath the surface. He nodded, pulling you close to hug you against his chest. He kissed your forehead. "If this happens again, you tell me. You come tell me right away, ok? You did the right thing. If they put hands on you like that again I want you to do exactly what you did just a minute ago. Just swing your arms and kick like hell alright?"

You nodded, looking up and him, and he pecked your lips, mussing your hair. "I'm not gonna let them touch you again, ok?"

Again, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, enjoying the familiar smell and feel of him again before you heard a door open down the hall, and you jumped apart.

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"What's wrong, Eds? Things getting rocky with the ole imaginary girlfriend?" Mike sat his tray down beside Eddie, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jason Carver's table. The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt.

Sure, Jason had always had some sort of sick fascination with you, but if this was happening to you, it was happening to other girls too.

Eddie's stomach churned.

His gaze immediately turned to you when he saw you walking back to the cheer table with your lunch, sitting beside Chrissy Cunningham.

He felt a little twinge of relief, seeing you snug in between two of your friends at the table. He took a few bites of his food, trying to pay attention to what his friends were debating about this time.

His muscles tightened when he saw you stand from the table, presumably, to throw away your trash and return your lunch tray. Jason stood with his tray as well, closely followed by two of his goons. Eddie's jaw clenched, and he quickly turned to watch the scene more closely.

"What's he riled up about, this time?" Gareth muttered. The other boys laughed, taking teasing jabs, but Eddie didn't process a word of it at this point.

He watched Jason like a hawk as the blonde muttered something to his friends, pointing over at you. Eddie shot up from the lunch table.

You'd just put your tray down when you felt someone come up behind you, grabbing your waist. You gasped, feeling Patricks hot breath on your neck. "Why don't we go find a spot under the bleachers and you can show my friends and I what you wear under that pretty uniform?"

You struggled, just like Eddie told you, but Patrick shoved you foward into Andy's chest.

Eddie sprinted across the room, elbowing through the crowds as panic bubbled in his stomach. "Hey!"

You took a step back, but Andy's hands were already grabbing your hips. You shoved your fists against his chest. "Aw, Don't be like that. It won't do any good. I like it when girls play hard to g-"

A fist found Andy's jaw, and he fell backwards, pulling you down with him. Eddie gathered you quickly from the floor up into his arms, his eyes looking you up and down for any sign that they'd hurt you. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears in your eyes, and Eddie held you close, letting you cling to his chest as Andy stood up again, looking pissed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" He spat, nose starting to bleed.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one feeling up my girlfriend in the middle of the goddamn lunch room!"

The room seemed to freeze, laughter breaking out slowly across the tables. Hellfire was on its feet, every single member watching with their jaw dropped.

"Girlfriend..." Jason scoffed, wandering over. "You really are nuts aren't you?"

Eddie swallowed thickly. You could feel him trembling. "I'm going to tell you this one time, Carver. So, you better get it through your thick fucking skull."

The room went quiet again. Jason crossed his arms over his chest, looking amused.

"If I see you lay a goddamn finger on another girl in this school, I will personally beat in every pearly little tooth in your fucking mouth."

There was a long silence. You'd never heard Eddie's voice so dark.

"You understand me?" His breathing was heavy with anger.

Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Jesus, Y/N. Tell this freak you're not his. I think he's been playing pretend a little too much with his boyfriends. It seems to have gotten to his head."

There was a long silence. Eddie wasn't sure what you would do. In a way, he would understand if you did tell him to fuck off. The whole damn school was watching, now.

Trembling, you took Eddie's chin, turning him to look at you. His eyelashes fluttered, giving you silent permission, and you pulled him down into a sweet, comforting, long overdue kiss.

The silence dissipated into shocked murmurs, and Jason watched in horrified confusion as Eddie pecked your lips one last time before turning to look at him.

"Like I said...Hands off."

He slid his arm around your waist, squeezing your hand comfortingly as he walked you over to the Hellfire table. The boys were silent, staring at the two of you like you had three heads.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Lady L/N...Newest member of the Hellfire Club."

Dustin stared, jaw still slack with amazement. "Eddie..."

Eddie's brow raised expectantly.

"That was...so fucking metal, dude."

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runningfrom2am · 5 months

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leveling the playing field XVI

summary: you can finally go home.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do.). implications and mentions of abuse and some non-graphic violence, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation.

a/n: i can't believe this is it :') the final part (excluding the epilogue which is coming v soon). thank you all so so so much for all the love on this fic! it means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it! but don't get too sad (like me) bc i am not ready to let them go so i'll probably do like blurbs and stuff ab this series so stick around for those!

series masterlist // playlist

"Y/N/N. Do you have your clothes from home?" Coryo asks, pulling the boat back up onto the shore. The guns were gone. He's free to go home if he wants.

"Yes." You nod. "I couldn't get rid of them if I wanted." You chuckle, looking up into the woods behind the cabin, hoping Sejanus is long gone by now.

"Okay. You're gonna stay here, just for a few days, and then I'll come get you before the train leaves. I'll take you to Two with me, just wear those. You'll fit in better."

"Okay..." You nod, nervous about being out here all alone for so long.

"I'll come bring you food as much as I can." He knew it would be a long hike each way to come see you, but he would have to carve out the time. He looks up at you quickly from digging through his own bag when he hears you sniffle. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I- uhm..." You clear your throat, fanning your eyes to keep any tears from falling. "I'm just scared." You try and laugh it off, shaking your head slightly.

"Don't be scared." Coryo shakes his head, dropping the bag to grab your shoulders. "Hey, you're gonna be okay, Darling, but we don't have another choice. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"I know, I know that..." You sniff, looking up at him. "Is she dead?"

"Yes." He answers quickly. "I buried her. She can't hurt you." He promises. Was that true? No, definitely not. There was no trace of her after the shot besides her earring on the ground, but he had hit her. He was sure of it. There was no reason to tell you that, though, just to scare you more. You couldn't go back to town, there was nowhere for you to hide while peacekeepers searched every inch of the populated part of the District for days while he waited for his train.

"Okay." You whisper, taking a deep, shakey breath as you look around at the suddenly scary forested area around you. The rain had started to clear up, which helped with the sun peeking through the clouds to brighten up the lake. If Lucy Gray hadn't ruined everything, you would probably be getting ready to keep moving.

"Just, try to relax out here. Okay? Go for a swim, just enjoy the fresh air." He smiles softly, brushing some hair back out of your face as he tries to make you feel better.

"I've had enough of the woods for the rest of my life." You scoff, shaking your head under his hold.

"I know, Y/N/N, I'm sorry. It's only a few days. Like I said, I'll come back for you whenever I'm free." Even if he could only stay for five minutes before he had to turn around and make the trip back to town, he would do it. "Then we'll figure everything out. I'll handle it."

"I... I just want to go home, but I can't." You cry, letting him wipe your tears as your chest flushes with the emotion.

Coryo winces at your tears. He hates seeing you cry, and he has seen it far more times than he would have liked to in the last few months. "I'm going to figure it out. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise." He says softly, trying to get you to look at him.

You lean into his palm, closing your eyes as you try desperately to pull it together. You were exhausted, but this was the last thing Coryo needed right now. "I'm sorry. I'm just having a moment."

"I know. You're okay." He chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into a hug, rocking your body gently back and forth. "You know, I think the last time you said that to me was the day I realized I was in love with you." He hums, squeezing your shoulders gently.

You laugh, which makes him smile. It's what he wanted. "I feel like that's a bit dramatic."

"No, it's true." He grins, craning his neck to look down at you. "You defended me, and you listened to me, and you looked just so pretty doing it..."

You bury your face in his shirt to hide your blush.

"You're always on my team, and I appreciate that. I really do." He explains, satisfied that he's made you feel at least a little better. "I hope you know I'm always on your side, too."

You nod slightly, smiling through your tears as you look up at him. "I know."

"Good." Coryo whispers, kissing your nose. "I love you."

"Really?" You whisper, eyes lighting up as you wring your hands together against his chest in front of you. "You're not just saying that because I'm crying on you?" You laugh slightly.

"No, I do." He nods in confirmation, grinning down at you in admiration. "There's no one else in this world I can trust as much as I can trust you."

"Then why'd you give her your scarf?" You ask, tilting your head. "It looked... valuable."

"It was. It belonged to my mother..." He says solemnly. He suddenly shakes his head, mocking your expression as he changes the tone. "You really were dead to the world, huh? I was holding it, and she just asked if she could see it. Then she didn't give it back." Coryo explains, raising an eyebrow at you. "Why, are you jealous of the dead girl?"

You roll your eyes with a smile on your face, attempting to shove him away.

"Hey, I'm kidding." He laughs, pulling you close again by your wrists. "Don't you trust me?"

"Okay, yes, I trust you." You giggle as he drops your wrists, sliding his hands over your waist.

"And you love me?" Coryo asks, urging you on.

"And I love you." You grin, nodding slightly.

"That's my girl..." He hums, running a hand lower down your side, thumb running over your midsection as he leans in to kiss you. He had you right where he wanted you, he'd wanted to say that for ages. Only since he even clued into the fact that the buzz he gets under his skin when he catches you smiling, anyway. Realistically, you were something he had always wanted. Picturing his future over the last few years when he was dragging himself out of bed every morning desperate to arrive to class on time even on an empty stomach, his daydreams of his success always included your own, as well.

Now, it was only the two of you. He was so right about you, you were perfect in every way. Smart, obedient to him and only to him, but you fought for what you wanted. You knew struggle, pressure, and soul crushing expectations in the same way he did. Through all of it, you were there for him. You were beautiful- and he was the only one smart enough to see past your occasional outbursts. No one knew how to navigate you like he did, and he was lucky that few people ever bothered to try.

The most beautiful girl in all of the Capitol, and you were his. He meant it when he said that he would never let anyone hurt you. He couldn't let anyone take you from him.

"Do you know where we're going? Where Tigris and your Grandma'am are living?" You whisper, curled up next to Coryo on the train as it pulls into the Capitol station. You're holding the orange silk scarf in your hands, using it as a small blanket in the cold train car. You had spent most of your time out by the lake trying to clean it- but dirt was a stubborn stain. You'd have to be more thorough once you had access to cleaning supplies again. You couldn't let such a lovely piece of clothing go to waste, especially when it was so valuable to him.

"I don't..." Coryo mumbles in response, staring out the window as you lean your head against his shoulder, knees tucked up to your chest. "They shouldn't be hard to find, though."

The wheels screech to a slow stop in the familiar city, and you can't help but smile at the endless sea of grey architecture. It wasn't anything like the forest in Twelve, and you loved it. The door slides open and some peacekeepers enter, drawing both of your attention as you sit up away from him.

"Dr. Gaul is expecting you both in her lab immediately." One of them informs you, and you nod a little bit, looking nervously over at your boyfriend.

You hung off his arm for the entire car ride and all the way to the lab as you're escorted by the men in the matching uniform to his own. Your clothes were dirty, despite how many times you cleaned them back in District Twelve. You had cleaned them obsessively throughout the last couple of months, but the water was never quite clear enough to be helpful. It was vile. Surely you smell unpleasant due to this, and you were hoping you would have a shower before confronting anyone from your previous life, but clearly, you weren't so lucky.

"Do I stink?" You whisper, trying to avoid the echo of the large room as your heels click across the linoleum flooring.

"Not any more than I do." Coryo answers, a small smile pulling on his lips as he glances down at you.

You giggle, gently slapping his chest as he removes his hat.

"Congratulations, Mister Snow, Miss Y/L/N. You've passed all my tests." You look up at Dr. Gaul for the first time as she speaks to you, tossing something into a pool on her floor. "I've asked President Ravenstill to grant you both a full pardon, effective immediately."

You don't say anything as you both stop in front of the tank in the ground, staring into it as Coryo revels in the shock. "I also told him that you are too promising to be wasted in the Districts. So you will be studying under me at the Capitol University."

While she speaks, you pull Tigris's coat tighter around yourself at the slimy, vicious look of whatever creatures are splashing around inside that tank that she is continuously feeding.

"We can't afford university." Coryo answers on your behalf, forcing you to look up at the woman across from you. While you were incredibly grateful, you were scared. Things were complicated back at your parents' home, and even with a legal form of forgiveness, it's not likely your father will see it the same way. You couldn't go back, and he wasn't likely to give you a dime or let you go free. Within the week, you'd probably die from an "unknown illness" contracted in the Districts if he found out you were home.

"A certain Mister Strabo Plinth has offered to pay for everything you need while you're there. All for being such good friends to his Sejanus." Dr. Gaul explains and your heart drops in your chest. You can't help but wonder if he's even still alive out there, in the North. "He doesn't know quite how good a friend you were, of course. I never mentioned your little recording. Quite impressive, Mister Snow, how you sent your only friend to the grave just to get my attention."

"That's not what I did." Coryo shakes his head at the allegation.

He squeezes your arm in warning, knowing this topic was a fine line to walk. "Are you sure? Because I think that won you the Plinth Prize, after all."

"Sejanus Plinth is not dead." You blurt out without thinking. She tilts her head at you, looking at you intensely, a knowing smile growing on her lips.

"Oh?" She asks, and internally you struggle for a saving grace while Coryo furrows his brow at you. You hadn't seen Sejanus since you sent him away, but you did try looking for him in your days out there alone. You had to believe he was alive, after you gave him his way out.

"Well, I heard that he had escaped in Twelve. As far as I know, they never found a body. He planned on running off anyway. That's likely what he did." You explain, clearing your throat.

"I agree. That is likely, but the odds he would survive out there..." She shakes her head slightly, dropping another treat into the tank as the creatures snap at it. "Anyway, the president has agreed to another year of the games! People watched, and I have you kids to thank for that."

You and Coryo wear matching grins now, posture perfect to match your collective pride.

"But before I take you under my wing, after everything you've seen out there in the real world, let me ask you one final time." Dr. Gaul says, looking pointedly between the two of you. "What are the Hunger Games for?"

You look up at your boyfriend, nodding for him to answer. "I used to think that the Hunger Games were a punishment for the districts. Then, I thought they served as a warning to us here in the capitol, about the threat the districts posed. Now I know the whole world is an arena. And we need the Hunger Games every year to remind us all who we truly are."

"And who are you, do you determine?" Coryo looks down at you as she speaks.

"We are the Victors." You finish with a proud smile, looking at the woman across from you who seems more than pleased with your answer.

"Coriolanus, what are you doing back so soon?" Your mom greets him as she opens the door of your childhood home, smiling sadly, confused as to the condition of his return.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am." He smiles politely, grey uniform cap now clutched to his chest. "I proved to be exceptional in my training. Dr. Gaul saw it was better Y/N and I work under her at the University."

"Y/N?" Your mom gasps, reaching up to cover her mouth with her hand. "She's alive?"

"I assure you, she is safe." Coriolanus nods. "Now, may I speak with your husband? I won't take up much of his time." He brushes past her, entering the home without waiting for permission.

"Well, dear, where is she?" Your mom asks, letting him pass and closing the door quickly. "Why hasn't she come home?"

"I think you know why she hasn't come here." He hums, looking around. "Where is he?"

"His study." Your mom answers quietly, gesturing up the stairs. "I'll walk you."

"No need. I know where I'm going." He gives her a small smile in return, following the familiar path toward your room.

He stops in front of your father's study, knocking before taking a step back. The force of habit leads him to stand at attention while he waits for permission to enter.

"I'm busy, don't bother me." Your father's voice echoes through the ornate lining on the door. Then he realizes, he doesn't need permission. Not anymore.

Coriolanus huffs, opening the door and stepping in.

"I said-" Your father growls, slamming his pen down on the desk before he looks up and takes in the grey of Coriolanus's decorated peacekeeper uniform. "Coriolanus."

"Sir." He nods in response, closing the door quietly behind himself. "May I sit?" He asks coldly, gesturing to the chair across from him.

"Please." Your father nods, brow furrowed as to what the blonde boy could possibly want, or what he is doing back so soon.

"Y/N isn't here, son." Your father sighs. "She-"

"I know that." Coriolanus interrupts, placing his hat on the desk between them.

"You know where she is." Your father's tone is unsurprised, but questioning.

"I do." He confirms, back straight in the chair. He had always been afraid of your father, but this was built on an admiration. He reminded him of what little he remembered about his own father. This morphed into anger slowly but surely over the last few years, picking up several hints either in your appearance, demeanor, or choice of words which painted an incredibly unflattering picture of who the man sitting in front of him truly was.

Your dad hums in response, eyes locked on the boy. "How was your summer?"

The question catches Coryo off guard, but he puts all his focus into maintaining his poise. He has the upper hand, here, and he has to keep reminding himself of that. "It was good. Certainly an eye-opening experience, the people out there are very... different."

"Then what brought you back so soon?" His neglect to even ask where you were, if you were okay, if you were even alive makes Coryo's blood boil in his veins.

"Dr. Gaul." Coriolanus states, swallowing before he continues. "She granted your daughter and I a full pardon in exchange for taking an internship under her at the university. After all, that is her dream, is it not?"

Your father's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of your name. "It was." He agrees.

"Is." Coriolanus corrects him, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk. "Strabo Plinth has offered to pay our way."

"Of course he has." Your dad chuckles, but not an ounce of humour reaches his eyes. "Self righteous bastard..."

"Seeing as you don't care about her as much as you care about your own reputation, he saw it would be a way to repay her for her loyal friendship to his son. She saved his life twice, after all." Coryo ignores your father's comment, watching as the gears turn in his head, trying to remember the second time.

"I know you think you understand my daughter, Coriolanus, but there are some parts of her you will never know. Not truly." Your father responds coolly. "So, I'm not sure what she has told you, but-"

"But nothing." Coryo cuts him off, leaning back in his seat. "Here is what is going to happen. You will have nothing to do with her, her life, her mistakes, or her decisions any longer. Since, in your own words, you see her as such a burden, I am willing to free you of that."

Your dad grits his teeth together, and it's his turn to lean forward. "Coriolanus Snow, you will not speak to me that way in my own home. Y/N is my daughter, and I shall be involved as I please and I shall do with her what I deem appropriate to consequent her actions."

"No." Coryo replies sternly, standing up abruptly, unabashed by the sound of the chair scraping across the wooden floor as he slams his fist on the desk. "She is eighteen. I take responsibility for her now, and unless you want to lose everything you and Highbottom have built, you will cut me in on every dime you make. Do you understand?"

Your dad laughs again. "And who will believe you, Coryo? You're just kids. You don't know what you're talking about. Whatever she told you is untrue. Simple as that."

"Would you like a list?" Coryo threatens. "Is that a risk you're willing to take, Y/D/N?"

He sighs, standing up to look eye to eye with him, clearly seething with the disrespectful use of his first name. "She's more trouble for you than it's worth, Son."

"That is my decision to make." Coryo says through gritted teeth.

"Suit yourself." Your dad raises his hands in defeat, careful to not show any fear. Coriolanus could see through it, though. He's won, and he knows it; it was a great deal, if your father was smart enough to see it that way. "How much do you want? Money is nothing to me."

"More than Highbottom gets." Coriolanus requests plainly, grabbing his hat and placing it back over his head. "And you'll pay for our wedding." He adds casually, pushing the discarded chair back into its place. "You'll pay for as many dresses and parties as she wants, every drink, every slice of cake, and every last flower she wishes for exactly how she wishes for it. No compromises, and no surprise appearances from you. Are. We. Clear?" He speaks clearly, intentionally enunciating every word with a trace of venom.

"Crystal." Your father scoffs, taking a drink from the whiskey glass on his desk.

Coriolanus nods, giving him a small smile. "Good. I'll be expecting the money orders every other week." He grins smugly, giving your father a quick bow before heading for the door, stopping as his hand brushes over the handle. "All due respect, Sir, which I deem to be very little, but what you have done to your daughter over all these years is what has made her into the woman you hate. Don't think I was the only one who noticed, and you would deserve every bit of harm we could do to your name. If you ever so much as speak to her again, I will kill you myself."

Coryo glances back at your father's expression only briefly before leaving. He couldn't resist the satisfying look of loathing and anger on the man's face.

The small smile sticks as he walks down the stairs, hearing the crystal glass shatter as it's thrown against the door behind him.

Finally, you were totally even.

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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months

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the last cupcake

for the @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round 4 (prompt: bakery AU) rated: M wc: 997 cw: vomiting mention (not graphic) tags: getting together, friends to lovers, baker Steve, musician Eddie

Eddie came in at the same time everyday.

Ten minutes before closing.

Always bought the last cupcake.

So when he didn't show up today, Steve got worried.

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When Steve opened the bakery two years ago, he had no idea how wildly successful it would be, and how quickly he'd start to think of his regulars as family.

Eddie moved to town almost exactly a year ago, a tiny studio apartment only a few blocks away, not that Steve had ever seen it. He just knew because of how often Eddie complained that he was tired of not having room for all his music equipment.

Steve let him keep some of his less used equipment in his storage closet upstairs.

"That's what friends are for," he'd said at the time.

And then he went and fell in love with him.

It was the most ridiculous thing that did it, too.

Eddie came in, same as always, dripping wet from the rain that had kept most customers away all afternoon.

"Did you forget an umbrella?" Steve asked, amused by his wet dog look.

"Don't own one," Eddie said, shivering at the chill in the bakery.

Steve decided then that he could never imagine going a single day without seeing and talking to Eddie.

The next day, Steve gave him an umbrella with his cupcake.

"For next time. Don't want you to catch a cold or something just trying to get a mediocre cupcake," Steve shrugged it off.

"Mediocre?! You think I come here everyday for a mediocre cupcake?" Eddie grabbed his hand, and that was really it for Steve. "These are the best damn cupcakes I have ever had in my life, Stevie."

"Whatever you say, Eds."

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He had Eddie's number, of course.

But they rarely spoke.

Sometimes Eddie would text him with a thumbs up emoji when a cupcake was particularly tasty or let him know he had to grab something from the closet.

As he closed up the shop, he couldn't help glancing out the front windows to see if he came running.

He didn't.

Steve locked up and went upstairs.

He couldn't shake the fear that something was wrong, though.

Hey, just wondering if you're okay. Missed you coming by.

Just a text to check in. That was normal between friends, right?

His phone went off a minute later.

Sorry. Got the flu. Didn't wanna give it to you

Steve's heart fluttered.

Need anything?

To die maybe

Steve laughed.

So dramatic. But really, you want me to bring you some soup?

You don't have to do that

I want to.

Eddie's response took a few minutes to arrive, but when it did, it was just his address and a smiling face.

Steve had never moved so quickly in his life.

He grabbed a can of soup from the cabinet, already a little upset that he didn't have time to make something homemade.

He grabbed the box with his last cupcake for the day, and rushed downstairs and to Eddie's apartment.

Eddie buzzed him in without saying a word, leaving the door unlocked for him.

Steve was welcomed by a loud groan coming from the bathroom.

“Eds?”

“Be out soon,” Eddie yelled to him.

He probably didn’t even need to yell; This apartment really was small.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked once.

“You okay in there? I brought your cupcake. Your favorite,” Steve smiled as he rested his forehead against the door.

Eddie let out a long groan that was interrupted by gagging noises.

“Are you throwing up?”

“Yep. Almost done,” he replied.

Steve quickly hid the cupcake in the fridge, not wanting it to cause any further problems for Eddie.

Eventually, Eddie came out, looking sick.

He moved slowly, like it pained him to take a single step, and Steve felt his stomach twist.

“Hey, Eds,” he said softly.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie gave what sort of resembled a smile.

"I brought soup. Well, I brought a can of soup. I didn't know if that would help. It's probably not gonna be that good, but I could go get you something else if you want? Or-"

"Steve." Eddie was actually smiling now, a small one, but a real one. "If I didn't have the flu, I would kiss you."

"Huh?"

"You think I come to your bakery every single day because I love cupcakes so much?" Eddie asked, looking a bit green at the mention of cupcakes.

"Um...yeah?" Steve couldn't think of any other reason he would bother coming by.

"I mean, your cupcakes are the best I've had, but I come every day to see you."

Oh.

"You like to visit me?" Steve felt like the ground beneath him was shaking.

Was it possible there was an earthquake happening?

"Of course I do. How could I not wanna see the hot baker who makes delicious cupcakes?" Eddie winked, then grabbed his stomach. "Hold that thought."

Eddie ran back in the bathroom and Steve could hear him gagging again, but he blocked it out.

Eddie came to see him.

When Eddie came back into the main room, Steve smiled at him.

"You know, you could have just asked me out. Probably would've saved you a lot of money on cupcakes," he said.

"But then I wouldn't have seen that cute little dance you do when you lean over to get the cupcake out of the fridge you keep it in," Eddie smirked.

"I do not do a dance!"

"You do!"

"You're delirious from dehydration. Let me get you some water," Steve said, actually turning to the kitchen cabinets like he knew where the glasses were.

Eddie's hand touched his lower back.

"Top left," Eddie's voice was low. "You know if I weren't throwing up nearly every 30 minutes, I'd probably take you to bed. Skip the date. We've been having them every day for a year now."

"You think this thing is a 24 hour bug or..." Steve asked.

"I fucking hope so."

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tommysversion · 1 year

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Breathe Through It (Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: you have a panic attack. Joel helps.

CWs: Descriptions of mental health conditions (namely PTSD, but can be read as any anxiety based disorder with panic attacks) / graphic description of a panic attack / some adult language/ references to past trauma (nothing explicitly described but inferred).

Notes: This is entirely self indulgent, I have pretty severe PTSD and this is the coping mechanism of the day. Implied to be F!Reader but it can be read as gender neutral.

Word Count: 1.1k

Tag List: @joelsgirl & @mydailyhyperfixations

You don't feel it happen until it does. You've heard that for some people, their panic attacks build up, like the world's shittiest tidal wave, steadily looming over them.

Yours aren't like that. You'll be fine one minute, then something will trigger it. A sound. A place. A thought. Someone with a similar sounding name. A nightmare.

You get less than ten seconds warning, if you're lucky, before it hits you like a tonne of bricks and you freeze. It doesn't matter where you are, what you're doing, your chest constricts and you get tunnel vision. It's like you're a spectator in your own body, dissociated so hard you can't tell left from right.

The worst thing is when you lose your ability to speak. It doesn't happen every time, but when it does it's like someone's squeezing sand down your throat, completely taking away your ability to ask for help. As if you even could. You hate drawing attention to yourself at the best of times, let alone when you're so vulnerable.

Which is why it's annoyingly inconvenient that this is happening now. You haven't exactly been hiding your panic attacks from Joel, but you haven't directly talked about it with him. You know he has his own problems, far more trauma than he lets on. You know it isn't a competition, but you don't want to burden him with your anxiety.

Deep down, you know that it wouldn't be a burden. That he loves you, but it's hard to remember that when trauma brain is the one at the wheel.

You're not sure what it is this time. You're just walking through town with him, heading home after a drink, after a shift on the guard tower together, when someone, of all things, laughs. The laugh isn't quite right, but it sounds close enough that you freeze up, breath catching in your throat. Fuck, you're maybe ten feet from home. Why now?

Joel gets maybe two steps ahead of you before he realises you're no longer keeping pace, turns to say something, maybe crack a joke about you being a lightweight, but the comment dies on his lips the moment he sees your expression.

Most people think you just space out. Think it's a personality quirk or just a thing that you do. Joel knows better. He knows better because Ellie's described what he looks like when he has a panic attack, recognises when he's about to have one these days.

So it's immediately fucking clear as day to him what's happening.

He doesn't bother asking what's set it off; knows that there isn't always a clear answer, and that even asking, reminding you of the trigger, could just make it worse.

Joel hates being touched when he's having an episode of his own. Knows it triggers his fight response, that he'll start swinging. He doesn't think that will apply to you, but he doesn't know for certain, and that's all that keeps him from wrapping his arms tight around you.

Instead, he takes you by the hand, leads you the last few steps to the house, closes the door behind you, flips the light on.

"'S okay. Look, we're good. Door's closed. Nobody's coming after us."

You can barely hear him, heart pounding in your ears, breaths coming out ragged like you've just run a marathon.

"Hey. Hey. If you can, look at me, okay?"

He doesn't sound angry, or tired, and it's not a demand. This voice is the one he uses when Ellie's sick, or you're sick, or when he's reassuring one of the kids in town that he's not remotely mad that they stole an extra slice of pie when he was meant to be on food watch duty.

Joel is always soft spoken, but this is different. It makes you feel safe, not enough to pull you out of it, because that's not how it works, but safe enough to look at him, to focus as best you can on the dark depths of his eyes.

"There you are." He goes to let go of your hand but you cling on to him, slump against his chest, needing the warmth and solidness of him to ground you.

That's all the permission he needs, wrapping his arms tight around you.

"I've got you. You're safe, I promise."

You know that. Deep down, you know that the people who hurt you are far away. That they'll never touch you, control you, hurt you, ever again. You know that you're safe here, in this house, with Joel.

He rubs soothing circles on your back, kisses the top of your head, relieved when you start breathing properly again, coming down from the adrenaline.

"You don't need to hide these from me, darlin', I know how they feel."

"That's why I didn't want you to deal with it." You manage to get out; your throat is dry as hell, the guilt already forming.

"Deal with it? What, like it's a big issue? I'd rather be able to help. That's what I'm here for. We do this together, remember?"

"But it's..."

"Nothing. Don't you dare call yourself a burden or anything similar. You've been through so much. Ain't a competition. But you've gotta let me in, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?" You hate how small your voice is, how distant you still feel. Even if the worst is over, you'll still feel horrible for a few more hours, trapped by your own thoughts.

"I promise. Breathe through it, baby. I'm not going anywhere. We can stay here all night if it helps you feel safe."

You exhale. You do feel safer, standing there with his arms locked around you.

"Will it always be like this?" You hate yourself for asking, but you know he's been dealing with these a lot longer than you have.

"Yes and no," Joel says finally. "You learn to sit with them. They don't suck any less, they're still fuckin' horrible, but you get your support, and you'll learn to sit with them."

You nod against his chest, finally feeling a little better. At least better enough that it doesn't feel like your limbs are full of cement.

"What can I do to help?"

You consider for a minute. "Can we have coffee? Maybe take a shower?"

You always feel a cold sweat come over you after the worst of it passes. Joel nods, gives you one last reassuring squeeze.

"Course we can. Whatever you need, darlin', I'm always gonna be here for you."

He lets go of you to move to the kitchen, but keeps hold of your hand, knows without asking that you still need the reassurance of touch.

"Hey, Joel?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, baby. C'mon, let me take care of you."

It's not a miracle cure. No such thing exists, after all, but having someone who loves you so much, who you know will support you through it? It makes all the difference in the world.

#my writing #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic #the last of us fic #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff

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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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Hello Sofia! My name is Aleksandra! Just wanted to send a request of Zoro x reader where reader has just joined the crew she is a witch and very strong, sweet, but could be intense (in a good way) as well as mysterious everyone in the crew absolutely loves her but it takes time for Zoro to completely trust her so he keeps his eye on her causing them both to have some tension some days they are arguing over tiny situations some days they are sitting alone together laughing and smiling at one another with feelings building up that they have yet to understand even though they are confused with their feelings their connection runs deeply to the point it drives them insane everyone else in the crew see's this (Besides our dear Luffy.) They try to get them to open up but it's hopeless at times. I was thinking Zoro gets a deep cut during a fight and Reader helps him with his wound this is where they are able to share their feelings and once they deeply kiss they understand how they feel from there.

I hope this is a good one to do! Thank you!✨🌻✨

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"The way to a man's heart" - Zoro x Reader

[graphic descriptions of open wounds]

Somebody once said that love and hate are two sides of the same coin - a token of devotion. Like tides of two seas that create storms and whirlpools upon meeting, it is often impossible to determine where one ends and the other begins. Perhaps, these waters have never differed as they are two ends of one river. Both lovers and enemies alike make up the first row of the funeral cortege.

And just like those seas, no matter whether they are the same or two different bodies, Zoro and you seem to be ebbing and flowing across love and hate. Flipping the coin of dedication each day to see where your tense relationship will take you. Sometimes more than once a day, when mere hours separate passionate fights from merry laughter.

But speaking of turning tides and seamlessly flowing waters, wouldn't the seas know each other far too well? What constitutes oceans of hate was once the pond of love. Conversely, the waters of affection had once flown as tides of enmity. If the answer is yes, it would explain quite a lot about the rather inexplicable connection you share with the swordsman. Sometimes not a word has to be spoken but a fleeting gaze exchange for either of you to know perfectly well what the other has on their mind.

To be fair, it's hard for you to put your finger on the why - Why are you and Zoro so strange with each other? The most plausible explanation would probably be his stubborn distrust. He's a very guarded person which, by itself, is not unfathomable considering his journey and livelihood. But it is absolutely tedious when he sticks to his guns against all available evidence. Weeks went by when Zoro was the only crewmember who perceived you in different shades of suspicion, even after witnessing you put your life on the line for your mutual friends. His stubbornness was frustrating, so you gave him as good as you got and well... Here we are, wading in the murky waters of passion, both pleasant and adverse.

However, you'll be wading much different waters, those flowing in the Styx River, if you don't escape now. The Indigo Cross pirates are a little too close behind you. You can almost feel their breaths on your neck as they scream about revenge, bloodshed and defending their captain's honour. Yes, about that... It wasn't exactly Luffy's fault that the man he told to apologize to the tavern waitress was the world's most narcissistic pirate. Alas, the damage is done and so is your chance at a peaceful shore leave.

The Merry Go is but a few meters away. You just have to get to the gangway and run up the stairs so fast your mother would go bald from stress. Just two things, right?

Your foot gets caught the between rotting planks of the pier. The unforeseen obstacle in your escape startles you, giving you barely any time to shield your face from the painful impact of the ground.

"Shit!" you groan to yourself, yanking your foot.

Zoro yells out your name. In long strides, he catches up with you. He manages to rip away one of the mould-covered planks. Despite your foot being set free, the man lifts you to stand on your own.

"You go, I'll hold them back," he orders you as he nudges you in the direction of the ship. Before you can defy him, Zoro is already running towards the oncoming wave of looking-for-a-scrap pirates.

Time seems to slow down as you watch a spear, its polished head shining in the sunlight, fly through the air and pierce Zoro's chest. He stumbles backwards and falls on one knee. With a roar of agony, the swordsman grabs the long shaft of the weapon. A loud snap fills the air as he breaks the wood off. Then, like a phoenix rising from the ashes,, Zoro stands up. Although his legs tremble slightly, he still lifts his swords and fights off the Indigo pirates. Some seem to drop their weapons in surrender, seeing that not even death can grasp this demon of a man.

You want to call for him but Sanji firmly grabs your arm and pulls you on board. "Come on, he can handle himself."

Having hidden on the lower deck, you're not sure what happened on the shore and onboard the ship until you saw none other but Roronoa Zoro, stumbling down the stairs and almost falling on the floor. Luffy, Usopp and even Sanji yell and nag at him to get his wound looked at while Nami keeps calling him different variations of "stupid" but Zoro only curses at them and tells a less savoury "Leave me alone".

Maybe thirty minutes pass by until the emotions die down or are at least well hidden. Your four friends sit around the kitchen, all strangely silent. They all give you a curious look when you let out a heavy sigh and march towards Zoro's room. He's going to die one day, obviously, but it's not going to be today. And definitely not because he put your safety before his own. What kind of rom-com death would that be?

Zoro is facing you with his back when you swing the door open without even knocking first. You seem to have interrupted his rather poor attempt at bandaging the hole in his chest. He looks over his shoulder, his face bearing an expression of annoyance.

"What do you want?"

You toss a handful of medical supplies on top of the chest with his belongings. The fresh dressings, a small bottle of alcohol, a needle and a thread tell quite the story, lying next to the bloodied head of a spear with splinters coming out of where the long shaft should be. It's still hardly believable what he did back there.

"When you get an infection, you green-haired idiot," you speak with your hands crossed on your chest. It's clear as day - you're pissed off, "it will be Sanji spoon-feeding you. I'm sure you'll be having the time of your life then."

Your sarcastic remark doesn't seem to phase him. The wrinkle between Zoro's eyebrows only gets deeper.

"I'm fine. I've been worse," he says with an exasperated sigh. "Just piss off," the man groans in a low voice.

Maybe if he wasn't already injured, you'd punch him straight in the jaw. "Stop being a stubborn ass," you raise your voice, "and let me help you."

Zoro rolls his eyes dramatically. Making a show of his discontentment, he sits on the edge of his hammock. If he was just a few yours younger maybe he'd stomp his feet too, as befits a toddler he seems to have chosen to act like.

Minutes go by in silence as you clean the deep would and do your best suturing it. Meanwhile, Zoro doesn't even wince. He's perfectly calm and collected, almost as though his soul has left his body and gone for a stroll.

By the looks of it, you haven't stitched wounds many times and Sanji would probably be better at this, with his experienced hands and all, but that would require Zoro to be either already dead or at least unconscious. There's no other way he'd willingly let those slimy fingers touch him.

“They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach," you say under your breath as you tighten the knot on the last suture. The last thing you want is the deep wound reopening. "I guess going through his ribs works too.”

"A lot more efficient." The swordsman chuckles but his laughter soon turns into winces and groans. Although he's not going to bleed to death anymore, the rather large hole in his chest is this painful and not something to trifle with.

"A spear nearly pierced right through you and you're having a laugh?" You nod with approval. He's impressed you, you have to give him that. "Roronoa Zoro, you command respect."

A silence falls between you again as you put back the collection of medical supplies you've managed to find aboard. Little do you know, Zoro's watchful gaze doesn't leave you. He seems to be intensely thinking about something.

"Thanks," he finally spits out. "I would rather die than let Sanji spoon-feed me."

It's not the wraith of death that scared him into letting you patch him up - it was the cook in a striped shirt. Really? Roronoa Zoro is a lot of things but "ordinary" or "predictable" is not one of them.

You burst into laughter. "Unfortunately," you manage to breathe out, "I would have loved to see that."

He shakes his head in disapproval but his lips are curved into a grin. "I hate you."

"No, you don't, big guy," you answer as you playfully poke his arm. It's still covered in dried blood and sweat.

His dark eyes stare into yours with a strange glint to them. It's almost like amusement but not entirely - it's deeper, much deeper. "Yeah, I don't," he whispers.

Everything happens so fast: Zoro grabs your neck and pulls you flush against himself, crashing his lips against yours. Involuntarily you yelp, which elicits a chuckle from the man. On one hand, you're surprised with his sudden declaration of passion but on the other hand, you're relieved. Of course, you have joked that Zoro must be in love with you to be so annoying most of the time but rarely did you consider it a real possibility. He just... didn't seem like a man who loves, only desires. But now, when he's kissing you so desperately and eagerly, you feel stupid for ever thinking such thoughts. As his hand roams your body, you begin to wonder whether all of this has always been this funny - every one of your friends already knew the feelings you had for each other, except the two of you. Something so obvious it's easily overlooked.

It makes you think that he was, actually, scared of losing but not his life. He was scared of losing someone.

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love-for-faeries-go-burrrr · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet with Rocket Raccoon

Warning: Sexual Alphabet, Explicit, Kinks & More.

Asks are Open! (Please I need Inspo / knowing people want to see my writing)

(tagged a few Rocket writers who I thought may enjoy at the bottom can be removed if asked + can add people to a taglist if requested)

A = After Care: Will do anything and everything you need to make you feel cared for. Maybe even bandage you up if he dug his claws into your skin too hard. Would love to just lay on your chest after.

B = Body Part: Rocket's favorite body part is your hands, just adores them, his little paws in your hands? Or seeing you use your hands while giving him a blow/hand job? Perfect, bonus points if you keep them manicured or painted a color reminding you of him.

C = Cum: Breeding Kink, boy loves to cum inside you, but always asks where you want it before he cums. You must wait for permission to cum, but he won't make you wait too long.

D = Dirty Secret: When tinkering with his machines, sometimes he imagines making machines he can use on you. Would definitely get a certain idea and note it down for later, hell, even stop what hes doing and start creating a machine for your pleasure as he's rock hard.

E = Experience: Rocket's had some lovers but it was never personal, with you it's different, he wants you to feel how much he loves you, he wants to degrade then praise you over and over so you know how amazing you are but also know you're his.

F = Favorite Position: Pretzel Dip, hear me out, he gets to see your breasts bounce up and down, your face, and dig his claws into your thigh & ass as he slams into you? The man already jerked off just to the idea of it.

G = Goofy: Rocket just has some moments in between degrading and praising you, "Fuck... you really are so fucking hot princess" and he just has a smile to himself at how lucky he is. Maybe even laugh thinking about people before who have hit on you, imagine them seeing you now a sloppy mess beneath him.

H = Hair: Rocket knows he has that 'rugged' look, but if he knows he's definitely getting it from you tonight? Dude is taking the cleanest shower of his life, brushing out that tail if you've made a comment about it before, would take hella pride in his appearance. Or if you like him 'dirtier' he'd wear his signature blue cut-off and fuck you until you can't stand.

I = Intimacy: You have this raccoon's full attention, boy will hold back his orgasms to ensure you ride out yours first. He will study your body, the way you react even with the smallest reactions, the way your lips twitch when he flips your clit, he will know what makes you go crazy in no time.

J = Jack Off: Anything reminds you of him, a smell similar to your perfume, if he ever had a voice recording of yours even if you aren't saying anything sexual he'll use it to pleasure himself. The longer in between seeing you, the more he jerks off missing you, and the rougher you'll be handled next time.

K = Kink: Pain Kink, graphic to an extent, will stop if you truly don't want it but wants to tie you up, slap your ass, nip at your collarbone, claw at your ass. Your sounds of pain mixed with pleasure drive him crazy. Always loves to overstimulate you, where you can barely breathe because your body is trembling from the pleasure.

L = Location: Anywhere, in an alleyway, in the captain's seat, on the kitchen table when the other guardians are gone. Love's to know later on when he walks by and looks at a piece of furniture and can pinpoint how he made you cum there.

M =Motivation: If you're shy or bold about it, either response will rile him up. Shy about it? Man will have you moaning so loud the neighborhood knows you. Bold about it? You'll be put in your place and begging to be able to cum.

N = No: You cannot be in power and tie him up, brings back memories of feeling powerless.

O = Oral: Cunnilingus, Anilingus, Rocket is a pro at all of them the combo of his quick fingers with his rather long and agile tongue is a recipe for constant orgasms. Prefer's to give because of how you squirm but adores if you give because sometimes bro just needs to be reminded he can be cared for too.

P = Pace: Fast, always trying to give you that high, but loves to go agonizingly slow whenever you are close, must remind you that he can give you the high only if you deserve it.

Q = Quickie: Definitely down for it, especially if you are the one who initiates it. "You're my whore" he whispers in your ear as he fucks you in the shared shower. Hearing Drax bang at the door asking whos in there, he gets an "I'll be done in a minute" response as Rocket repositions you and shoves his cock down your throat to fuck face you.

R = Risk: Rocket is willing to try almost anything you want, where you want it, as long as he always has some sort of power in the situation.

S = Stamina: You always finish first, on the rare occasion you don't you won't even know, Rocket will just grin and fuck you harder, refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you made him cum first. If you call him out on it you get a simple "You're dreamin princess..." as he shoves your face into the bed and makes you squirm.

T = Toys: Will use anything and everything you want, but if his dick feels ignored he will take that vibrator out of you so fast and slam himself inside of you so you do not forget who truly owns you. Use's toys to his advantage but can be cocky and want to pleasure you more than they do.

U = Unfair: Rocket will bring you to the absolute edge of an orgasm and watch the stars leave your eyes as he pulls out, once he gets a good enough protest and you beg good enough, “Please Rocket…please fuck me, I need it, I need you!” he'll slam right back into you, and make your whole body quiver as you have the Galaxy in your eyes.

V = Volume: Verbal to a degree, gives small whispers of praise or degradants when needed, but mostly just wants to hear you moan for him. Whisper in his ear how bad you want it and he might just let you cum without protest.

W = Wild Card: Jack offs to the idea of you sucking him off in his pilot seat at night when everyone is asleep. Looking at your beautiful eyes as you move up and down his cock, if you actually fulfilled this fantasy he would basically pull out a wedding ring.

Bonus: if you're a top he'd adore you trying to gain power over him, to him it's cute to see you try so hard to be the sole pleasure giver.

X = X-Ray: A good 5-6 inches, the average human size, but for someone like him? That means he's packing big, he also knows how to use it. (I know y’all saw it in that jumpsuit in GOTG 1, if that’s him on soft? Bro’s definitely packing)

Y = Yearning: Every time you have sex he thinks of how next time he will do it better, how he will make you beg or squirm for it more. As I said, will be randomly fixing machines and getting new toy ideas on how to pleasure you and have his name rolling off your tongue.

Z = zzz: A definite cuddler, needs to be a little spoon after (can try being bigger but with the size difference, it's easier if you big spoon) and won't fall asleep until you do.

Bonus points if after you let him just lay on your naked body, flicking your nipples gently as he admits you did a good job taking him.

taglist: @raccoonfallsharder @aliasrocket @alylee-s @oolongteaboba (I can remove y'all if needed I personally love your work and wanted y'alls thoughts)

#rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #gotg imagine #gotg oc #rocket gotg #foaming at the mouth #rocket x reader #rocket x oc #gotg

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persesphonestears · 10 months

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Saw an incorrect quote thing from @blingblong55 with the request/idea from @san-emi and it gave me a silly idea.

So here's my sorta take on the joke though all credit besides the few things I changed up belongs to the two previously tagged.

TW'S - selfharm, humour as a coping mechanism, sorta dark topic, light-hearted, [as stated below this isn't a way to make light of selfharm, I've been through it and use humour and jokes like these to help cope.]

TW - Joke contains 'dark' humour or someone/[Reader] using humour to cope with selfharm. If this is triggering for you please don't read. {nothing graphic} (This is not me making light of people who use selfharm as a coping mechanism.) !!Keep reading at your own risk!!

Gaz: so R/n, what do you do in your free time when your not 'round us lot?

R/n: oh you know, the usual, cutting myself

Gaz: huh oh cool.. *registers what they said*…wot?

Soap, head perking up: ‘aye, com again lad?

*Ghost stares[glares] hard at R/n*

R/n: a lotta sLacK *slaps knees, wheezing* gotcha all there didn’t I? Huh? Ehhhhh? *under their breath* I'm so funny

Gaz: you little shit. really?

Ghost, muttering under his breath: bloody fuckin hell

Soap: steamin' Jesus mate... *nervous laugh*

R/n: Yeah but I mean I haven't relapsed in a while! *smiling like they didn't just admit to their whole team they probably need more mandatory therapy sessions*

Everyone besides R/n: *deadpanned* oh for fucks sake.

.Minutes later.

Price: Yes Laswell, they made another one. Yes of course I've told them to stop making jokes about it. Hell, I've even given them more training when they do it yet it continues! I just- get them more therapy sessions and talk with the therapist to see what medication they should be taking.

R/n: *in Prices office with a frown/pout for being told off again*

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yellowbunnydreams · 6 months

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 6) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~100% totally not using this darker fic to vent my frustrations over a paper....totally not...~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Graphic description of injuries. The suit stays ON

The car ride back was predominantly silent, and you were glad that there was nobody on the roads as you tried your best to navigate using William's car. He'd simply chucked the keys at you and grunted shortly after the incident at the pizzeria, assuming you knew how to drive. It was lucky that you knew some of basics, but you tried to avoid moving or adjusting things like the seats in case it angered him that you were messing this with stuff. Michael had also climbed into the back-seat, clearly intending to come with the pair of you.

William had clearly gotten off lighter, somewhat thanks to the suit you suspected, you could already make out where the skin had turned pink and started to knit back together painfully slowly. Whereas Michael had clearly taken William's wrath full throttle, shuddering as he poked his tongue through a hole that had been torn into his cheek, exposing his molars in the glow of the streetlamps as you passed them. You weren't even sure both of his eyes were intact, his face too bloody and distorted from being hit by the older man to tell. Something told you that you didn't want to know.

"Left here." Afton growled, his tongue moving to where the tooth had been ripped from his gum as you quietly complied, turning down the long gravel drive and through the trees towards his home. You heard shuffling in the back, making you glance quickly through the seats before focusing on the road again.

"All this time, and you come crawling back here." Michael chuckled, if you could call the gurgling, wet sound emerging from his distorted mouth a laugh. You could almost hear the eye roll from William in return.

"I could say the same about you. After what you did."

"You're one to talk, dad." Michael flipped off William, who responded in kind, a sickly grin on his face as the car pulled up to a stop and you climbed out. Opening the door for William and feeling him roughly bumping into your shoulder as he headed for the house, allowing you to move around to Michael's side and open the door for him. He gave you a bloodied smile before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a black cloth mask and pulling it on over his ears, hiding the gruesome sight from you. He grunted as he tried to stand, his legs giving out slightly and you reached out to catch him, slinging one of his arms over your shoulder.

"Leave him, he's only gone and done it to himself." William called to you, standing impatiently in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he observed you trying to shoulder some of Michael's weight and help him walk towards the house.

"Do you want him bleeding all over your gravel or do you want him inside?" You snapped back, earning a huff of annoyance and watching as William disappeared inside, slamming the door loud enough to make you flinch, even from across the drive.

"Thanks....You don't have to help me if you don't...don't want." Michael panted, groaning as he shifted against you and tried to keep his weight off of you whilst allowing you to help him.

"He's a prick, and you're in bad shape."

Michael gave another wet sounding laugh at that, finally making it to the porch and letting his weight slump down against the wood. Making you yelp as you were dragged with him, his arm shot out to catch you and prevent your body slamming down however. You were surprised at how strong he seemed to be, even as his body shook gently, clearly in pain and struggling to function as normal. Turning his body in a few slow careful movements, looking out into the emerging dawn and sighing as he tried to run his fingers through his matted hair.

"So why are you with him, if he's such a prick?." He asked, glancing at you from the side with his one good eye. You noticed in the light how they were a more greenish grey compared to William's blue-grey, but you could see some of the resemblance in the face he had left.

"You think I put myself through this all voluntarily?" You scoffed, pointing to the red mark on your neck, the bruising on your jaw and pulling down the shoulder of your top to reveal the bandages there, as well as lifting the leg of your shorts to show the other one there. Michael's eyes flickered to each, but didn't remain long, as if he was afraid of what he would see if he did.

"I did wonder why you were wearing those clothes despite the fact it's freezing out here." He chuckled, sighing again and leaning forwards on his elbows, looking at his knuckles and studying the damage done to his hands. Brow furrowing as he noticed a few of his fingers bending at an unnatural angle, reaching for them and grunting as he grabbed them and pulled. The faint sound of bones grinding against each other hitting your ears and making you grit your teeth as they moved into a more normal position, watching as he wiggled his fingers to test how they moved afterwards.

Carefully, Michael took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, the size swallowing you up and your cheeks heating up as he did it, revealing a now extremely bloody white t-shirt beneath it. You opened your mouth to protest, feeling how wet and sticky some parts of the fabric were against you, but Michael waved his hand dismissively as if sensing your protests.

"I don't need it at the moment, but you definitely need the heat." He nodded to you, his eyes crinkling slightly as you assumed he smiled beneath the mask.

"He really....I knew he was cruel but..." You couldn't find the words to express it, and Michael laughed bitterly. His shoulders shaking slightly as he turned his head towards you, tilting it slightly.

"Do I look that bad?"

"I mean... Surely you saw in the rear-view o-or the mirrors on the car." Trying to be polite with him, but raising an eyebrow as he shook his head, chuckling again before it devolved into a small coughing fit. Seeming to take a few deep breaths to recover from the effort before he spoke again.

"Can't see myself in mirrors. He can't either if that's some solace about the narcissist. I'm guessing you've not been here long."

"About a week. Wait, you guys can't see yourselves in mirrors?" Taken by surprise at the thought that they couldn't, but thinking about it, you had never seen William in a reflective surface, or a mirror during the time you had been at his house. And you never bothered to look in the rear-view during the drive back.

"A week and you've not noticed? Guess he's just been avoiding them. Yeah, we can't see ourselves in mirrors, which sucks sometimes when you need to try and make sure you look human and presentable. I was surprised you didn't use the rear-view and check on us."

"I'm too short for how he has his seat set."

There was a pause and another laugh, Michael slapped his knee and began to cough as he took it in. Your cheeks heating up more as you fought back the urge to smile at it. You felt somewhat relaxed around him, although there was still a lingering sense of unease from the pizzeria and the back-room as well as your mind constantly whispering that he was a predator still.

"Head on inside kiddo. I'm going to stay out here for a bit, and you should get warm. Would you mind chucking my jacket in the wash when you have a chance? I think it may need it." You nodded in response and your hand rested on his shoulder lightly as you stood up, smiling at him as he looked up at you. The faint morning light illuminating just the amount of damage that William had done to him. His own son.

"Goodnight Michael."

"Good morning kiddo." He joked back, turning his attention back to the woods as you opened the door and slipped inside. The house eerily quiet and no sign of William immediately, though you placed Michael's jacket on the counter and headed upstairs, watching the shadows carefully for any sign of Afton lurking for you to wander past.

The day was bright outside once you woke up. No Afton licking at you like a barely contained dog at a steak. No more aches and pains than you had become accustomed to in the past few days. You were almost suspicious of how peaceful the day had started out.

Padding down the stairs, you could smell something delicious cooking. William was a good cook, but he seemed to ignore a majority of seasonings for a reason you couldn't define, putting it down to enjoying your misery a little more each day. But coming into the kitchen, you found an unfamiliar back to you at the stove.

"Michael?" You called softly, watching as he spun around. Reaching for the mask he had clearly washed and placed at the side for when you came down. Your eyes widening as you took a look at him in the light from the window.

Whereas you would have put William into older and handsome, despite being a cruel, vindictive bastard. Michael had clearly inherited the sharp features and strong jaw of his father, but with a youthful roundness still in his face. Thinner brows and lighter brown hair that had a slight wave to it framed his face, and you could see how tall he was too. Not as tall as William, but certainly he would have met or exceeded it one day, although unlike Afton's broad, muscular frame; Michael was lithe and slender.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" He said, struggling to put the mask on over his ears. The hole in his cheek still present, although judging from the dampness in his hair, he'd at least had a shower. The eye had had been damaged still red and puffy, bloodshot, but you could see it moving around and looking now rather than just a bloody mess.

"You've....improved?" You said tentatively, making him pause and blink as he looked at you for a second. Laughing, you felt your own smile coming through at the sound, it wasn't dark and foreboding like William's laugh, but it sounded like what you imagined a big brother would laugh at his kid brother falling over or doing something adorable.

"Well, thank you. I mean, I can feel my face is a little less ground-meat this morning, but it's always nice to have the confirmation." Winking at you, he turned back to the stove and put something on the plate, walking it over to the island and putting it down.

"You can cook?"

"Call it the one thing my dad did right."

You headed for the cupboards, intending to find cereal but Michael's hands settled onto your shoulders, directing you to sit infront of the massive stack of pancakes he'd cooked up, watching as he easily opened cupboards and found out syrup and butter for you.

"T-These are for me?" You ask incredulously, thinking back to the cereal and peanutbutter jelly sandwiches you'd had for breakfast for the past week. Your stomach growling in anticipation.

"Well, I didn't make them to look pretty now!" He laughed again, taking a seat opposite you and watching your expression as you picked up a fork. Digging in and your eyes widening at the taste. You weren't sure how William had made sandwiches and cereal taste bland, but the sugar was an overwhelmingly welcome taste.

"Can you even eat?" You ask between bites, letting your curiosity come through as Michael raised an eyebrow, picking up a spare fork from the counter, taking a stab at the edge of the pancake and popping the piece into his mouth. Covering his open cheek with one hand consciously. Chewing and then opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue to show he'd swallowed it.

"Yep. Well....It's a kinda complex answer. Long and short? Yeah, we can eat, but it doesn't taste like anything unless it's super salty, or heavy in certain things like iron. I can just about taste a blue steak, but it's more like you've just swallowed it and are getting the aftertaste?" He tried to explain, putting one elbow on the counter and resting his chin on his hand.

"So...People?"

"Yeah, that's the fucking awful part. Blood has taste to it, it varies from donor to donor, but it all factors into that person's lifestyle, diet ect." Scrunching his nose and then looking at you curiously. Humming in consideration. "Guessing you're anaemic?"

"How'd you know?" You almost choked on your food, deciding to eat more slowly whilst you talked so you didn't end up choking to death from the syrupy goodness. Michael carefully pushed over a water with his free hand, thanks falling from your lips as you took a sip.

"My father is....a preferential hunter. I would say picky bastard, but at least they have standards. I'm sure you got the same four page long health questionnaire that I did when you applied to Freddy's."

"I always thought that was for the insurance." Michael scoffed at your explanation, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue. Shaking his head slightly and looking down at the counter, brow furrowed as he lost himself in thought for a few moments. "So...weird question then."

"We're talking about vampirism, and how people have taste whilst my face is half open. I don't think weird quite covers it."

"If blood has taste then it must have a smell too right? So...what do I smell like?"

Michael blinked as you asked the question, scanning your face for any signs that you were joking. You tried to keep it serious as he looked at you, sucking on his teeth for a second before his larger hand gently took yours, pulling it towards him, frowning as he saw the bite marks on your skin before he wiped his hand over them. Wincing as one of the scabs came off and a single dot of red appeared against you, watching as he leaned in close and the way his nose crinkled. Shuddering as his cool breath moved against your skin as he exhaled. His turn crumpling further as he let go of your wrist and allowed you to pull it back.

"Honestly, I can't make out you at the moment. You just smell like my dad. Have you gotten any of your own stuff since you arrived?" Sighing as you shake your head and he stands up, throwing the dishes in the sink with a slight clatter as he grabs a hoodie you hadn't noticed on the chair and pulls it on.

"Come on, we'll get you something better than his ratty shit to wear, and when you get back, you're having a shower."

The bright lights of the supermarket had clearly bothered Michael throughout the trip out, wearing thick sunglasses and the face-mask to hide his still slightly gruesome appearance from the public. Watching as he rubbed his temples and his eyes from time to time, like he was trying to dispel a growing migraine. Pushing the cart infront of you, you had tried to pick some clothes that were comfortable and easy to put on. T-shirts, some jeans, a couple of skirts. Underwear. You still weren't sure what had happened to the set that you'd taken off for your first bath in the house, but something told you that William would deny anything had happened if you asked him.

"Where is he today?" You ask as you looked at body wash, trying to find your usual scent and opening the caps carefully to sniff before placing them back. Michael shuffled behind you quietly, the loud environment and lights taking a toll on him physically and mentally as it took him a moment to respond.

"Probably cleaning the place up. Oh, and 'food' run." He air-quoted food, giving you an idea of what he might be up to. Swallowing dryly before you picked out your necessary toiletries, feeling conscious of how much it was all going to cost, and you weren't even sure where your card was to pay for it all. Michael had already leant you a pair of his jeans from when he was a teenager, and they had been a tight fit. Realising that he's always been a lanky man was somewhat comforting, but you did wonder how long ago that had been for him.

Finishing up quickly, Michael gently bumped you out of the way to pay, much to your protests and especially to your protests as he grabbed the heavy bags filled with various snacks, drinks, clothes and toiletries. Carrying them as if they were nothing to him, although his shoulders visibly relaxed as you both stepped outside into the cooler air, the light much more soft and natural.

"Thank you Michael."

"For the love of god woman, you can call me Mike. But, I do have a question for you." He asked, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could tell he was looking at you.

"Alright, that seems a little unfair on you, but ask away."

"Back in the pizzeria, how did you know my name?"

You froze up as he asked, thinking back to the darkness. The bear staring at you from around the shelf with hollowed out eyes, the soft whispering, cold air moving against you like some living, breathing thing.

"Can you please help my brother?"

"There was...I don't know how to say it without sounding utterly crazy." You laughed, swallowing and furrowing your brows as you both walked along the side of the road, Mike standing next to the road and keeping you away from it. Looking at your borrowed shoes before you took a deep breath and talked slowly. "There was..a bear.."

"Freddy, yeah he's kinda the face of the whole thing."

"No, like a yellow one." You watched as Mike paused, stopped dead in his tracks as he tilted his head to look at you, studying your features before nudging you down a slightly worn path towards the woods. He clearly wanted to be away from the road.

"Go on..."

"And there were like...these whispers. I thought I was going crazy, but one of them.. they told me your name, they asked me to help you." You explained, watching the woods draw closer as you heard the bags rustling and suddenly Michael took your hand, squeezing it tightly as he didn't look at you. His head keeping up despite the fact you could feel his hand shaking, your brow furrowing as he kept walking, not saying anything for a few moments before he spoke in a shaking voice.

"Can you do me a favour? If you go back...can you ask them if they can forgive me?" He asked, swallowing softly as he slowed his walking as you approached the wooded area. You gave his hand a squeeze back, confused as to what he would need to be forgiven for, but noticing how whatever it was affected him in ways he wasn't willing to talk about.

"Of course."

"And please don't mention it to my dad."

The rest of the walk was silent, but the coolness of Mike's hand against yours as he clung desperately to you like a scared child was enough to speak to you both.

You were both going home to your own monsters.

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› pairing(s) » yandere!cult leader, demon!jimin x witch!reader › word(s) » 1.5k+ › warning(s) » stalking, cult following, chasing (hide n' seek), yandere!jm, nothing too graphic. › cc's playlist » tag, you're it by melanie martinez, animals by maroon 5 › a/n » thank you @/cafekitsune for the dividers! i don't know what this is honestly, I just saw the middle picture and was inspired by it so 🤷🏾. lol

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"You can run, but trust, Honey. You can never hide."

You dash through the trees as you try your hardest not to notice the multiple people standing around the forest. Watching. Waiting. You don't know the reason you've been put on his radar but, you know that means you harm.

You cannot let this man catch you.

"Run, little witch, Run!"

You can hear his maniacal laugh around you as his footsteps quicken with haste. You grow tired by the second but fight through the fatigue to keep going. You need to keep going there's no doubt about it. Your heart threatens to burst from your chest at the way you're exerting your body. Your feet burn from the cuts and bruises from running barefoot. The ankle chain does nothing for protection. Granted, you weren't expecting to have to run for your life tonight either.

"You're exhausted, aren't you, Honey? You're slowing down!"

You know if you don't get out of his line of sight, you'll be doomed to a life of misery. There's nowhere to hide, the other side of the forest is in sight. The moon isn't showing you where to go and you're unsure if she's even on your side right now.

"I'm going to catch you!" He laughs when you trip but you easily catch yourself continuing. He's taunting you. You try to speed up but your efforts are in vain. He's laughing.

The only mistake you made tonight was looking back to see he's gained some distance on you but all you have to do is cross the stream ahead of you. All you have to do is-

"Got you!" He's right next to your ear as you scream. Your body scrambles to get away from his reach but Jimin yanks you by your arm before you can get away. He swiftly walks you backward when your back hits some sort of barrier. "Where did you think you were going to go, Honey?" His fingers tap against it to see it ripple like water. "I knew you would run. I'm not dumb, though it seems like you think you can outsmart me." He immediately takes your wrist in his hands and yanks them above your head.

"Let me go!" You try to fall to get him to let go but he only tightens his grip, his sharp nails digging into your skin. "What do you want from me?"

He tilts his head to the side and smirks as your heart drums against your chest. You're trying to catch your breath but it seems as if he's stealing it away.

"Oh?" Jimin leans into you, his lips hovering over your skin as you feel his breath kiss your neck. "You don't remember?"

"Remember?" You gasp as he runs his forked tongue over your collarbone before settling on bringing his arms to your waist to hold you tighter. Although, he does keep holding your wrist to make sure you don't do anything stupid. "Who are you?"

"Me?" He hears you whimper before pulling himself back. "I'm yours."

"No, no, no..." A fraction of a memory plays flashes and you're not sure what to make of it.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Jimin can smell the distress falling off of you in waves. It's mixing with your scent and it makes him believe he's in his own personal heaven.

He's found you in another lifetime like he promised.

"Let me go... Please..." He can feel you trembling in his arms, loving every single second of it. "What's happening to me?"

At this point, you stop fighting because you know it's no use. It's only then you hear chanting behind you and realize it's the masked people who seem to be under his control. You can feel your skin tingle as the protective markings your mother placed all over your body dissipate.

"Not a chance. I've waited too long to have you again, Princess." His glows red the minute he leans forward to get a whiff of your scent. His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, a thought crosses your mind. He quickly opens his eyes to stare you down. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"How did yo-"

"I know you better than you think I do." His grin is wider than the average human, forcing you to flinch. Your eyes widen comically when you realize you're not in the forest anymore. You're in his home, standing in the middle of his bedroom. It isn't until your eyes meet his and your memories rush through your mind like a flood. Your headache grows at an unbearable pace, and you discern you're going to pass out if it keeps growing.

"Make it stop! Please!"

You fall to your knees holding your head as your eyes feel as though they're bulging out of the socket. A searing pain ripples behind your eyes, making your head feel as if it's about to split into two. The pounding grows stronger the more your memories resurface. Vomit threatens to spill from your mouth as drool seeps from the corner.

"Do you remember me now?"

A question you don't have the answer to but you know he's willing to wait until you do.

He circles around you as you curl into a fetal position on the floor while holding your head. Your cries can be heard throughout the forest as the chanting grows louder. Your vision fades and the last thing you remember is Jimin caressing the side of your face.

"If not, we have all eternity." His laugh is the last thing you hear as you fall unconscious.

Jimin picks you up to lay you on your shared bed. Instead of lying down with you, he decided to sit in the chair adjacent to the bed. He has a clear view of your face and how content you look; for a second, he feels himself falling in love all over again.

Your human form is just as beautiful as your demon.

He hums as the door to your shared room opens. It doesn't take long for his servant to step inside as she knows not to say anything about you for fear of upsetting Jimin. She stands beside him until he acknowledges her presence. She notices he's already poured himself a glass of whiskey, realizing he might now need her until she calls his name.

"Do you think she will remember everything?"

Jimin grunts, watching you squirm before clenching the cover between your fingers. He knows he shouldn't bombard you with memories while you sleep but he's growing impatient with the amount of time it's taking.

"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Binna," Jimin holds his glass out for her to pour more whiskey into it. His eyes don't leave your sleeping form, smirking at how tranquil you seem. "Even the purest hearts are drawn to it."

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Hiiii! I wanted to ask for an Yandere! hoseok x Fem!reader were they are in college and people are starting to disappear and the reader notices that it’s most of her friends and she soon finds out that Hoseok is the one killing them? And his reasoning is because obviously he likes her and wants her to himself and he’s jelly… it’s probably confusing lol

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Synopsis - Everyone is disappearing, and Hoseok seem to be the only one left for you.

Pairing - Yandere! Hoseok x Fem! Reader

Tags and Warnings - murder, violence towards reader, manipulation

Authors Note - This took me so long lol

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Going to college in pursuit of a graphic design degree was more than a stress rather than some casual learning. Plus being in this course meant that you were collaborative, and therefore made you have more friends than usual.

Friends that are quickly disappearing.

You never thought you'd be in a place where your constantly paranoid if your next. Constantly looking and watching.

This feeling washed over you, your feet carrying you to your next class. You walked in and sat in your usual spot, Hoseok already next to you.

He was so energetic when it came to being in such a boring course. He was a dance major and only took the course as something fun. Only to realize he didn't care for the course at all. Instead spending that time to dote on you.

Hoseok always had your seat empty, a bottle of water, and a random snack. Everything about him screamed boyfriend material but you wouldn't want to ruin the bond you built with him. So you kept those feelings to yourself.

As you sat down Hoseok leaned over and wrapped his arm around your neck, pushing you closer too him. “You look cold, what did I tell you about bringing a jacket?” Hoseok immediately went to his doting antics.

“Sorry Hoseok, my mind has been… just everywhere.” You said leaning into the man's touch. “Everyone I know is going missing Hoseok. And I can't help but think is it because of me…”

Hoseok took a deep breath in. His hand rubbed on your shoulder, his head falling on the other. “Dont worry, just keep your mind off of that stuff.” You let out a deep breath, giving a small glace to one your last friends. He gave you a large smile, a signature of his you've grown to love. “Now how about we do the usual and pay absolutely no attention to this class huh?”

You laughed and placed your head on his shoulder. Your head dug into his chest, his body heat transferring to you.

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“You like her huh?” Hoseok held a crowbar. He swung at the corpse of one of your close friends. He couldn't even remember her name as he went in. He took another swing at the girls dead corpse.

“You can't have her… she's fucking mine.” He seethed looking at the room he'd made within his apartment. It was just for you, as he's thought of everything. "All... All you guys want is to lay with her and corrupt her beautiful mind."

Who knew that he would keep this going for over a week or two. Even after you told him your worries, he just couldn't stop.

But drawn from his trance his target's phone went off.

“Shit you were supposed to pick up my love tonight huh?” He kneeled towards the body. “Don't worry, I'm gonna go get her alright? I'm ... I got her..."

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The sidewalk you walked on was dark. The trees and night sky shaded your journey back to your dorm. Who would've known that the friend that brought you everywhere would end up leaving you alone? This led you to have to walk to your local grocery store and back. The walk wasn't too long, just all depended on the business of the store. More people would mean a longer trip and vice versa.

So whenever a car slowed down next to you, rolling the window down, revealing Hoseok, you were a little more than relieved. “What ya doing all alone out here?” He asked, slowing driving alongside you. His almost white hair shimmered in the moonlight.

“I can't drive and I refuse to take the trolley. So I'm walking.”

Hoseok let out a sigh and put the car in park. “Get in, I'll take you home.” You stared at him before rolling your eyes and opened his car door. As you stepped in his car, something felt off. Immediately it was uncomfortable, the smell was something that stood out. You looked around, closing the door, Hoseok pulling off.

You looked towards the ground seeing a small glimmer of light. As you hit a bump, the phone turned on, showing a picture of you and your friend Maria.

Maria was supposed to pick you up tonight.

You let out a small gasp, Hoseoks face turning towards you. “What's up?”

“Um. Nothing.” You said looking back. The sight before you, nearly made you throw up. Maria's hand separated from her body sat out in the open. The smell was coming from whatever was back there. “I think I want to get out now.”

“Why? You just got in here.” Hoseok said letting out a small chuckle.

“Let me out you fucking murderer!” You yelled going for the car door.

It was locked.

“What are you talking about? I'm- Ohhh.” Hoseok started to chuckle to himself. But he kept driving, passing up the dormitory. You banged on the window, screaming out. Hoseok just kept laughing, taunting you. The entire situation nauseated you. "You were always so smart. That's what drew me to you in the first place."

“I did it all for us. Those people! They only wanted to use you. But I would never do that to you.” He said, hand coming to your bare thigh. You tried to pry his hand off, but he proved to be stronger.

“Your just jealous, and… need help!” You cried as finally he pulled into a miscellaneous driveway. Hoseok put the car in park before smiling at you. His hand went to your face as he grabbed at your arm. You bit at his finger, Hoseok reeking back and hissing. His other hand went to the back of your head, slamming it down on the dashboard knocking you out.

Hoseok smiled leaning over kissing at your head. He'd finally got what he wanted.

Peace.

He hummed a small tune taking in the situation. He was never going to let go of you.

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere jung hoseok #bangtan jhope #j hope bts

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year

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Anything Is Possible (6)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV series)

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, brief smut, violence, mild sexual assault references, graphic depictions of being burned alive.

Summary: From the imagine, “Imagine you and Guy are in love but you are to be married to someone else. It feels like everything is keeping you apart."

Comments: If you would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please let me know. Lord Edmund is based off Arnold Vosloo (from The Mummy)

It was just before daybreak and Guy lay in his bed, staring at the window. Those prayers hadn't been answered, and he highly doubted now that they would be. Guy would need to take things into his own hands if indeed the proposed plan didn't play out as expected. The concerns that you had voiced the night before had been in Guy's mind all night. Luck had never been on his side in life, so it was something that he had to go and make himself. This would be the last time he ever placed his trust in someone else...

Dawn began to break; orange and gold split through the darkness and spread slowly over the land. All he could think of was you. He could only imagine what your mind must have been doing, and all those questions you were asking and worst case scenarios that you were putting to yourself.

If one thing was going to happen that day, it was that you would be free of Edmund. One way or the other. If the plan went awry, then Guy would make it right, even if it meant him laying down his life to make sure you were safe and happy. He would do it. After all, that was what love was: sacrificial.

One of the seamstresses came to your house that morning and helped you with your dress. She was only a young girl, barely of age. Her name was Julia. She was funny and kind, telling you about her previous day when she had accidentally pricked someone with a needle. Despite your fear, you laughed. If only you could have been Julia: carefree, spirited. That side of you had been crushed when your wedding had been announced. Julia reminded you of everything you were when you met Guy, the woman he fell in love with. Now you felt as if you were a mere shell of that former woman.

Julia buttoned your dress at the back and then stopped, her hand pressed gently on your upper arm. "It'll be alright today, Miss," she said softly. Could she feel you shaking?

You couldn't help but lower your head and feel the stinging of tears behind your eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Julia cried out, as she saw your expression after moving back to face you, and pulled a handkerchief from up her sleeve. She offered the flowered cloth to you with a child-like smile.

You dried the tears.

"Word is you were meant to marry Gisborne," Julia said.

You sighed, trying to stop another bout of tears. "Word does travel fast, and yes, I would have hoped that it would have been him I'd be marrying. But Lord Edmund holds sway over my father; he always has. I just don't know why he chose me. Not that I'd have wished this on my sisters."

"Lots of gossip goes on at the castle, Miss. I also heard..."

"You do hear lots of things," you chuckled.

"That I do," she replied innocently. "I heard that Edmund wanted to marry your mother, and that was why he always held that power over your father, and maybe it's because you look the most like your mother as well."

"What stupid things you all talk about!" your mother snapped, entering the room. "Haven't you got lighter subjects to discuss, and not others' private business?"

Julia grew crimson; her cheeks were almost as bright as her red hair. "I meant no offence, Madam."

"Off with you!" your mother shouted. "She's already upset enough."

Julia dashed out of the room, terrified of your mother's temper.

"Was what she said true?" you asked. "Did Edmund want you?"

Your mother's dark gaze met yours. "Yes..."

"What happened?"

"Your grandfather stopped Edmund from marrying me. He allowed me to choose who I wanted. We were only but seventeen at that time, and I was already pregnant with your eldest sister. But I never realised how much of a coward your father is. I hate him for all of this. Because Edmund couldn't have me, he was adamant he would have one of you. When he saw you as a child, he always said you looked like me and chose you. And I was scared of him. I was compliant in all of this. I'm so sorry."

Your mother broke down into sobs, her arms around you. You held her tight and kissed her head. "It's alright."

"I know you have every right to never forgive me for what I did..."

"No, I've never held it against you. I never could."

You walked with your mother and father towards the chapel, your veil covering your face. Behind you were your sisters, all following on, holding bouquets of flowers.

The day was cloudy, threatening rain. If today had of been a sunny day, then what a sadistic irony that would have been.

Bells chimed in the distance, welcoming townsfolk to come and celebrate. And as you walked, the closer you got to the chapel and the weaker you felt. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, your stomach was lurching and your body felt weak. Until you saw him, standing amongst a small crowd that had gathered outside the small chapel. The man you loved. Still dressed in black, as if mourning. From a distance and you could make out the quiver in his lips and throat, and the guilt rose in you. This was a sight you never, ever wanted him to see.

Guy took a deep breath, feeling everything within him crumble at the sight of you, garbed in a dress for another man. And behind your veil, he could imagine your expression. So much sadness.

The chapel filled quickly. Most of the guests you didn't know, with only your small family and Guy being those you recognised. And, of course, the Sheriff. He stood grinning, at the very front of the chapel, on the right hand side pews. For once, there was actually a man you hated more than Vaisey, and he would only seconds later appear.

Vaisey rubbed his hands together. "I do like a wedding," he exclaimed, and then laughed.

Edmund came towards you, his eyes dark and his lips curled upwards into a lecherous smirk. There was a dark bruise and healing cut on his temple, you noticed. Sign of your handiwork. However, not quite good enough.

Your heart thundered even louder, with pulsing in your ears and throat setting up pace.

Suddenly you noticed Mary come in through the doors and dash towards your mother. She looked scared, her eyes wide. Then you looked towards Guy who was a row behind Sheriff Vaisey. He too had clocked Mary's troubled expression.

Then it hit you: nothing was ever as easy as it seemed. Getting out of this marriage would be impossible now. Something had gone wrong.

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Masterlist of BCC related (mostly) audiovisual content I’ve posted*

*bc we archive shit up in this joint

(Newly pinned post. If you came looking for my ofmd Taika/Rhys masterlist, it’s here)

Here be general BCC & BryanMox content.

Broken out additional individual pages (because I keep hitting the links limit) are here:

Bryan & Wheeler content

Bryan & Nigel content

Bryan and Claudio content

Just Bryan

Bryan/ZSJ timeline/primer

Fannish content (fic/mixes/graphics)

Masterlist of fanvids/fancams

Please do not repost any of my video or photo edits anywhere else.

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Blackpool combat club - general

Graphics

(Alt version)

(Original post)

Video clips

Mox discusses Wheeler doing the Super Juniors

In which I discover the bcc full house vid

Wheeler discusses Mox & Bryan helping him with promos

Wheeler discusses texts with Mox & Bryan

Claudio discusses the bcc

Mox puts over the BCC

Wheeler discusses being good enough for the BCC with Renee

“The BCC is so close”

the BCC is all about escalation!

“Nigel’s awesome” - Yuta talks Nigel McGuinnesss + the BCC

Claudio swings Nana & Yuta dances

Claudio swings Nana again & this time he dances

“They beat me into the ground.” - Yuta’s promo ahead of facing Shibata

Wheeler’s second Shibata promo

There isn’t just a group chat, there’s a BOOK CLUB

“Blackpool combat club has plans in Japan.” - Mox talks Bryan & BCC

"Guess what? BCC? We don't take that shit." Bryan announces BCC is coming to Arena Mexico (and calls out Blue Panther)

Claudio & Yuta being protective after Bryan’s match

The differences in the Mexico City arrivals

Behind the scenes in Arena Mexico

“Im still breathing you’re still breathing” - Arena Mexico post match

Audio clips

Wheeler Yuta podcast compilation

Pre-BCC Yuta on wrestlesplainia

“He’s the oldest young person I know” - the coffee saga continues

Fanvids

Bryan in Charge: a sitcom fanvid set to Charles in Charles

You’re the Final Girl: a babyMox fanvid (includes graphic)

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Bryan really loves the BCC (includes photos and lots of Wheeler focus)

Trevor sums up the BCC

Claudio on the BCC (photo/quotes compilation)

Claudio + Coffee (photo/quotes compilation)

Claudio + BCC merch

They did the merch thing!

Claudio envisions Tswift + BCC

“One day he will look and me and Bryan won’t be there.” (Includes photos)

They leveled up on the merch thing

“The BCC book club helps us stay connected” (photo/quotes compilation)

Mox likes Bryan’s book club choice (photo/quotes compilation)

Photos

After the parking lot match

After All Out

Bcc + Edge

Claudio: whatta man

Behind the scenes BCC pics

BCC collision pics

BCC after dynamite

Some 2009 roh photos (includes Bryan, Claudio and Nigel)

BCC pose in Arena Mexico

Them tho

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Video Clips (includes DeanDaniel era)

Daniel and The Mountie

Daniel “Yes’s”, Dean giggles

Dean learns the Yes Kick from guest referee Daniel. (better version)

Daniel down with the unscripted violence even back then

Dorky murder club husbands look at toys together

Bryan discusses the thrill of bleeding, which he and Mox share

Bryan discusses BCC birth

Mox praises Bryan

Mox searches for words, uses Bryan’s

Mox discusses being happy with Bryan/BCC after rehab

Daniel Bryan picks Dean Ambrose; Dean reacts

Peace love & pro wrestling

Daniel & Dean tell you how to watch YouTube vids

Post-Grand Slam hugs and belt wrapping

Daniel all about referee Dean

Mox + Bryan + tag team in Seattle? Mox wants it

Bryan Danielson pisses baby Mox off

“I came here to do a favor for my friend Bryan Danielson” - Arena Mexico post match

“One of the best things about Jon is he’s really good at getting behind his opponents”

Video Compilations / Fanvids/Fancams

Daniel-n-Dean: the wwe friends to lovers buddy comedy years

Doin’ it Their Way - the Laverne & Shirley sitcom fanvid

You’re my best friend - Mox making Bryan laugh fancam (screencap inspiration)

Give him a great big kiss - bryanmox famcam

You and Me Song: fanvid

BCC Origins series:

“It’s a real thing/can’t think of a reason to say no” - Bryan and Mox discuss origins of Blackpool Combat club as a shoot (YouTube)

“Sometimes I have to pinch myself” - Bryan and Mox praise each other/discuss similarities (YouTube)

“It very naturally happened” - Bryan and Mox discuss Wheeler joining the BCC

“I’m convinced he’s an alien” - Bryan and Mox discuss Claudio joining the BCC

When Bryan met Jon:

“It just made me want it more” - a meet ugly for the ages (YouTube)

Bryan discusses their first meeting (text quote + video)

Bryan discussing their instant chemistry

Love (Story) at First Fight (fanvid)

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Part 2 of the Bryan & Mox masterlist

#blackpool combat club #aew #bryan danielson #jon moxley #wheeler yuta #claudio castagnoli #konosuke takeshita #bcc #all elite wrestling #bryanmox #sarahs graphics #my masterlists #my mixes #my stuff #Spotify

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bapplenana · 11 months

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Unveiled

𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮/𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary:

Y/N, an impressive Shinigami from Squad 11, conceals her love for Captain Unohana of Squad 4. Encouraged to confess by her friend Rangiku Matsumoto, Y/N must confront her fear and uncertainty. Unexpected events and a heart-wrenching encounter leave Y/N battered.

Warnings: slight graphic for fight scene, blood

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Unrequited feelings (?), english is not my first language

Word count: 4,000+

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In the bustling world of Soul Society, a young warrior Y/N stood out among the fierce members of Squad 11. As the only girl in your squad, you possessed a unique strength that both impressed and intimidated your peers. But behind your strong façade, Y/N harbored doubts, never fully acknowledging your own worth as one of the strongest shinigami.

Your heart secretly yearned for the ethereal presence of Squad 4 Captain Unohana Retsu. You admired the grace and compassion that radiated from Unohana, yet kept your emotions hidden deep within. Unbeknownst to you, your unspoken affections had not gone unnoticed by keen observers, such as the Lieutenant from Squad 10, Rangiku Matsumoto.

•

One day, as you were training diligently, you noticed a familiar presence approaching. It was Rangiku Matsumoto, the vibrant and teasing lieutenant of Squad 10. Rangiku had always possessed a keen sense of observation, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of anxiety but remained unbothered on the outside keeping your cool.

Rangiku smirks, "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite shinigami, Y/N. Mind telling me what's been bothering you lately? You seem a little...distracted."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lieutenant Matsumoto." You replied, hoping that your voice wouldn’t waver.

Laughing, Rangiku teases, "Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be shy. I've noticed the way your eyes follow a certain Captain whenever she's around. It's quite amusing, really."

Your heart skipped a beat, your secret seemingly laid bare before her. You never imagined that your infatuation with Captain Unohana would be so evident.

You stammer, suddenly blushing, quite uncharacteristically of you, "I-I...it's not what you think. I have the utmost respect for Captain Unohana. It's just...a simple admiration." You didn’t even notice the mistake you’ve made.

“Oh? I never said the name of the Captain.”

Your eyes widened, trying to correct your slip. “I-”

Rangiku grinned smugly, as she finally confirmed her suspicions, "Oh, of course, just a simple admiration. The kind that makes your cheeks flush and your heart race every time she's near. Admit it, Y/N, you've got it bad for her."

Finally admitting defeat, you sigh and frown, "I just can't afford to get distracted by feelings. I need to focus on my training and my duties as a member of Squad 11."

Dropping her teasing manner as she notices your serious expression, Rangiku softly replies, "I understand, Y/N. But sometimes, holding back your feelings can do more harm than good. Captain Unohana is a kind and perceptive woman. Perhaps it's time to consider sharing your heart with her."

Your gaze shifted to the ground, your emotions swirling within you. The thought of confessing your feelings to Captain Unohana both terrified and exhilarated you. Anything could go wrong when confessing feelings.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship, or worse, ignores me for the rest of my shinigami life?" you whispered, hoping that no one else could hear it aside from your close friend.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, "Love is always a risk, Y/N. But isn't it better to take that chance rather than live with regrets? You never know what might come of it unless you try." Rangiku tries to reassure her, sensing that these pent-up feelings have been bothering her.

"I...I'll think about it, Lieutenant Matsumoto. But no promises. It's not as easy as it sounds."

Rangiku smiles, "Take your time, Y/N. Just remember, life is too short to keep your heart locked away. Who knows, Captain Unohana might surprise you. But know that I’m here for you whatever happens. Even if we’re from different squads, you’re one of my closest friends.”

You gave her a fond smile. Despite the differences, Rangiku has always been the one there for you. She bid her goodbye while saying that she needed to do what Captain Hitsuyaga asked of her before he will kick her ass again. You shook your head chuckling, hoping your friend will never change, you’re happy for what she is despite Captain Hitsuyaga’s chagrin.

Days turned into weeks, and you wrestled with your conflicted emotions. You found yourself stealing glances at Captain Unohana during your squad's training sessions when she passes by, your heart yearning for the connection you longed for yet feared to pursue.

I will do it - open my heart to her, you thought.

•

Wrong.

Despite your mind made up to confess your love to Captain Unohana however, every encounter with the esteemed Captain sent you spiraling into a whirlwind of shyness and blushing cheeks. The captain, perceptive and caring as always, began to notice your peculiar behavior, sensing that something troubled the young warrior's heart.

On an unsuspecting day, while you were admiring the sky after sparring with Ikkaku Madarame. The past few days you were so troubled, and after releasing your stress during the spar, you felt at peace. In fact, you were so at peace you did not notice the spiritual pressure of a certain captain.

“Y/N? May I speak with you?”

You let out a yelp, jumping from being startled. You definitely know that voice anywhere. “Captain Unohana! What are you doing here?” You widened your eyes, realizing how you are being impertinent, “Apologies Captain, I mean, is there something you need?”

“It’s alright my dear, no need to apologize. I only wish to ask you something.” Unohana smiles reassuring you. Now, her smile usually scares the other soul reaper, even with Captain Kyoraku but not you, as you find it comforting. Somehow feeling like being in her presence is the safest place in the universe. There’s probably something wrong with you.

Fully facing her, you ask “What is it, Captain?” Ignoring your heart beating faster from her calling you ‘my dear’.

“Is something bothering you? You seem different lately, more...distracted"

Cursing in your internal thoughts for forgetting how sharp Unohana is, you should’ve known she’d noticed. You stammer, "N-no, Captain Unohana. Everything's...fine. Just a little tired, that's all."

Although unconvinced and knowing you were lying, Unohana just let it and made you promise that you can speak to her if you need someone. You thank her, your heart beating so fast it scared you that she might hear it. Her offer makes you fall for her even harder. I’m now really in trouble, you thought as you sense that there’s no turning back with these feelings.

Days turned into weeks, and Captain Unohana's worry grew. Unable to bear the weight of her concern any longer, she sought out you, determined to alleviate the distress she sensed within her.

Concern etched on her facial expression, "Y/N, there's something I need to discuss with you. You've been acting differently around me, and I can't help but worry. Please, tell me what's on your mind."

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as you believed that your secret would finally be exposed. Silence settled between you, heavy and pregnant with unspoken words.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze lingered upon Unohana Retsu's face, captivated by its ethereal beauty. It was a visage that seemed to hold the secrets of countless lifetimes, a delicate balance of grace and strength that could mesmerize the soul.

Unohana's eyes, pools of serenity, held a depth that was both alluring and enigmatic. They sparkled with a gentle warmth, like the soft glow of a candle in the darkness, radiating a sense of compassion and understanding that drew you closer. They were eyes that could see into the depths of one's being as if unraveling the intricacies of their very existence.

Her features were flawlessly sculpted, a delicate harmony of soft curves and refined contours. The gentle curve of her brows, elegantly arched, framed eyes that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her nose, straight and refined, seemed to carry the essence of elegance itself, a testament to her noble lineage.

But it was her lips that held your gaze the longest. Full and inviting, they carried an air of tenderness and wisdom. They curved into a serene smile that could melt away the weight of the world, offering solace and comfort to those fortunate enough to witness it. You yearned to feel the softness of those lips against your own, to taste the sweetness of Unohana's love.

Every line and contour on Unohana's face told a story, an epic tale of sacrifice and strength, etched upon her skin like a delicate masterpiece. It bore the wisdom of age and the gentleness of a caring soul, a testament to the hardships endured and the compassion that blossomed within her.

To you, Unohana's face was a masterpiece, a canvas of beauty and vulnerability that awakened the deepest passions within you. Every glance, every smile, and every furrowed brow held a magnetic pull, drawing you into a world where love knew no boundaries.

At that moment, as your heart swelled with love, you knew that Unohana's face held the power to heal, to ignite a flame of devotion that would burn eternally. And in the presence of such radiance, you found yourself falling deeper into the depths of unyielding love, forever captivated by the enchanting allure of Captain Unohana Retsu.

Closing your eyes momentarily as you gather courage, you decide you reveal the depths of your affection for Unohana. It’s now or never...

Trembling you softly answered, "Captain Unohana...I...I have feelings for you. It's...it's more than admiration. I've fallen in love with you."

Captain Unohana, taken aback by this unexpected revelation, found herself momentarily speechless, her mind racing to process the young warrior's reasoning. "Y/N….." she found herself stunned.

You felt your heart shatter into countless pieces. You looked down, unable to bear the look of the one who owns your heart, now rejecting it. You couldn’t help but smile bitterly. You should’ve known, you are not deserving of anyone’s love let alone the love of the infamous Unohana Retsu. “I knew it… It’s alright... Excuse me, Captain.” you whispered shakily, tears blurring your vision.

Overwhelmed by heartbreak, you instinctively used your flash step to escape, desperate to be alone with your shattered dreams and aching heart. You ran away, your steps fueled by despair and anguish, leaving Unohana standing in stunned silence.

Heartbroken, you disappeared for several hours, your absence raising concern among your friends and comrades. Rangiku, worried for her dear friend, approached Captain Unohana to inquire about your whereabouts. "Captain Unohana, have you seen Y/N? She's been missing for hours, and I'm really worried about her."

To her surprise, Unohana revealed her own surprise at your disappearance, realizing that her lack of action may have played a part in the young warrior's anguish.

Unohana sighs, "I...I didn't expect this to happen. Y/N confessed her feelings to me, and I...I couldn't respond in time. I fear I may have hurt her."

Overwhelmed by guilt and concern, Unohana confided in Rangiku, sharing the truth of your confession and subsequent flight. Unohana expressed herself, regretting her silence and the unintended pain it had caused. Rangiku, taken aback by Unohana's openness, assured her that everything would be alright, urging her to assist in the search for their M.I.A. comrade.

"Captain Unohana, I believe you know we need to find her.” Rangiku frowned, expressing her worries for her friend. Knowing you and your tendencies, you’re probably somewhere berating yourself for being stupid. On the other hand, Rangiku felt a sense of responsibility as she was the one who encouraged you to open your heart. Nevertheless, right now, her priority is to search your whereabouts and ensure your safety despite knowing your strength.

Unohana temporarily entrusted her responsibilities to Isane, instructing her to manage the barracks in her absence. Together, Captain Unohana and Lieutenant Matsumoto embarked on a search for you, their footsteps echoing through the streets of Soul Society. The moonlight cast its gentle glow upon them, illuminating their path as the two most important people in your life ventured.

•

The night was bathed in foreboding darkness as the battle with the Hollows raged on. Physically, you fought with fierce determination, your Zanpakuto cleaving through the air with deadly precision. But your mind and heart were not in sync, burdened by the weight of your unrequited love.

You curse, not expecting your night to get worse. Earlier after rudely leaving the unfinished conversation with Unohana, you found solace surrounded by the trees. The moonlight is the only source of illumination in your surroundings. Despite the shining moon, your heavy heart is plagued with darkness, self-deprecating thoughts drowning you. Blaming yourself for being a fool into thinking that someone like you would have a chance with the captain of Squad 4. Moreover, you are grieving for the possibly ruined friendship with her. Of course, you’d screw it up. Your silent night was interrupted by the sound of the roar of an all too familiar hollow. That’s how you ended up in this predicament now.

Each swing of your blade carried the weight of your longing, the ache in your heart reflected in the intensity of your attacks as you yelled in anguish. But as the Hollows closed in, your distraction grew, your movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

Your mind wandered to the pain from Unohana’s reaction, remembering her stunned expression with you interpreting it as Unohana thinking about how to reject you. You couldn’t handle hearing the expected words so you left.

Your thoughts become a tangled web that trapped you in a cycle of self-doubt and anguish. And in your distraction, you failed to notice the incoming attack from a lurking Hollow.

The blow struck true, sending waves of pain coursing through your body. You felt yourself hurtling towards the ground, your body colliding with a bone-jarring impact. Darkness threatened to consume you as your vision blurred, your strength waning.

Blood trickled down your forehead, mingling with your tears. You tasted the metallic tang of defeat, a bitter reminder of your shattered hopes. Anger and disappointment surged through you, fueling a final surge of adrenaline. You’re supposed to be strong, now you look like a student in training all over again. Captain Zaraki would be so disappointed in you right now. Your mind forced you to fight but your body suddenly felt exhausted as if it synchronized with your exhausted heart.

Summoning your remaining strength, you pushed through the pain, striking down the last of the Hollows in a whirlwind of fury. Each strike was driven by a desperate need to escape the torment that consumed you. “You bastards! How dare you come in here and make my day worse. I hate you. All of you!” you yell, hoping that your pain will be washed away as the last hollow disintegrates.

But as the adrenaline subsided, the reality of your situation crashed down upon you. The pain, both physical and emotional, intensified, threatening to swallow you whole. You stumbled, your vision blurring, as you struggled to stay on your feet.

In that moment of weakness, you suddenly saw a figure before you, bathed in a soft glow - a figure so familiar you’d recognize it even at a long distance. Captain Unohana stood there, concern etched on her face, her presence a balm to your shattered soul. But to you, it felt like a cruel hallucination, a vision conjured by your broken heart.

Your lips curled into a rueful smile as you whispered to yourself, tears streaming down your face, "Even in the face of death, my mind clings to you, Captain Unohana. Life is indeed cruel."

Your body weakened, and you felt yourself falling, darkness closing in around you. You thought you heard Unohana's voice, filled with love and worry before everything faded into unconsciousness.

•

As you slowly opened your eyes, the sterile white walls and ceiling greeted your vision, you recognized this as one of the rooms of the medical center of Squad 4. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, your heart skipped a beat when you noticed Captain Unohana seated by your bedside, her gentle gaze fixed upon you. Memories of your confession and the aftermaths flooded back, causing a sinking feeling in your chest. “Captain Unohana?” Your body flooded in pain which prompted you to realize parts of your body including your head are wrapped in bandages.

"Careful, Y/N. You were injured after fighting many hollows on your own. Considering your strength, I would ask what happened but I fear I may have played a part in the cause of your injuries.” Unohana's voice carried a soothing warmth despite the visible guilt. The concern in Unohana's eyes was genuine, easing some of your troubles.

“No, Captain. It was not your fault. I am the cause of my own downfall. But I am fine, do not worry.” You rambled as you try to sit up from your bed, a pang of pain shot through your body, causing you to grit your teeth. You tried to hide your discomfort, not wanting to burden Unohana with your struggles.

Unohana, however, was quick to notice and urged you to rest. "Please, Y/N, take the time to heal. I just attended to your injuries. It's my duty as a captain of squad 4 and your friend."

You insisted, "I appreciate your concern, Captain Unohana, but I'll be fine. Thank you for your help although you shouldn’t have to. I’m sure you have more important matters to attend to than someone weak like me."

Unknowingly, you berated yourself, your self-deprecating words slipping from your lips. Unohana's usually serene expression hardened, and a flicker of anger crossed her eyes—a rare sight indeed.

"Y/N!” Cutting off your ramblings, your eyes widening not expecting such a firm tone from a soft-spoken captain. “Never speak of yourself in such a manner. You are a remarkable shinigami, strong and compassionate. Your worth is not determined by how you perceive yourself. You deserve respect, especially from yourself."

You are taken aback by Unohana's stern words, realizing the depth of the captain's care and concern. Unohana's soft apology followed, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she confessed her own struggles. "In my two thousand years of existence, I never expected to feel this way. When I saw you hurt, the worry in my heart went beyond mere friendship. It made me realize the true nature of my feelings for you. I needed time to process and reflect, to ensure that my actions wouldn't cause you harm. Now I see that I was wrong.

You felt over the moon after hearing those beautiful words of her requiting your feelings. You want to jump and scream that you are the most lucky person despite a part of your mind whispering doubts. You shove that doubt into a corner because whether this is a dream or not, you would still accept this. Additionally, you feel that easing her worries is more important.

Unohana continues to explain hoping for you to forgive her, but before she could continue, you gently placed a hand on her hand, interrupting her words. Feeling the softness of her hand, you shyly smile, despite the tears that shimmered in your tender eyes, radiating with profound love.

"Captain Unohana...I understand. I understand the confusion and the need to think things through. But know that my feelings for you are unwavering. I care for you deeply, and I will always be here for you." You rub your thumb on top of her hand as you directly gaze into her eyes hoping that she believes you. “I should be the one apologizing for creating such fuss and directly jumping to conclusions before listening to you.”

Unohana's breath hitched, overwhelmed by the intensity of your love. It was a moment that seemed to transcend time and space, a silent promise sealed with a touch. “Now you shouldn’t be apologizing because it was my fault for not answering you,” she replies, firmly.

Figuring you both will be back and forth arguing with this, you suggested, “Can we just leave it at that and call it even?” Unohana eventually sigh and nodded, agreeing with you. Realizing how somewhat ridiculous your situation was, you both shared a chuckle and sigh in relief.

You took a deep breath slowly to avoid hurting your healing ribs. "As for what happens between us now, Captain...we will take it slow. We will follow your pace, and we will navigate this path together, hand in hand."

Unohana's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she gently took hold of your hand, her grip firm yet tender. "Thank you. Y/N. Your understanding and reassurance mean the world to me. I'm grateful to have you in my life."

In that shared moment of vulnerability and affection, your gaze fell on her lips, feeling the urge to feel it with yours. The captain of Squad 4 also had the same idea. She moved closer to you, and whispered, breath kissing your own. “May I?”

“Yes.”

Not a moment was wasted, you shared a beautiful moment of intimacy. Passionately pouring all your love into the kiss as if to tell Unohana you will never leave her, no matter what. That you will follow even at the depths of hell.

Breaking the kiss to take a moment of breath, you opened your eyes to witness her softest look filled with love, eyes glistening with happy tears. Oblivious to you, you are also showing the same look. Wanting to be close as possible to her, you leaned your forehead to hers while gazing at your intertwined hands, admiring how both of your hands fit together.

Words are not uttered but the message was clear as crystal. You both are in love with each other and you feel euphoric with the intense tender feeling coming from her and yours as well.

“Y/N!!! I was so worried!”

You jumped at the sound of your close friend, breaking away from Unohana, interrupting the intimate shared moment between you. Rangiku paused, immediately sensing what just transpired. Seeing you blushing extremely, and holding hands - despite Unohana remaining calm and unbothered, your reaction gave her the idea that you two made up.

You were hoping she wouldn’t tease you because you don’t know yet if Unohana is okay with another person knowing. Even if you’re okay with that as you are the one who also suggested to take it slow. Pftt, slow my ass, you two just shared a kiss, your inner thoughts chimed in making you blush more if that’s even possible.

“Oh my, I see…” Rangiku smirked.

“Rangiku… stop.” You try to be serious but looking at your face, Rangiku just laughs.

Unohana just smiles at you both tenderly as you try your best to stop your close friend’s expected teasing. “Well, worth it after you just made me worry about you running off like that and getting yourself injured.”

You groan, “I’m sorry-”

Rangiku waved her hand, “I was just kidding, it’s fine. The important thing is that you are okay.”

You two shared a smile before her gaze turned to the woman beside you who was still grasping your hand. Rangiku teases, “Well, Captain Unohana, I’m giving you a heads up that I will now be teasing you as well. I can’t pass up an opportunity to tease another captain.”

“Rangiku!” You scolded.

But Unohana only give the Lieutenant the infamous smile - one that most soul reaper in Seireitei leave them trembling in fear, “We’ll see about that, Lieutenant.”

Rangiku stiffens, “Never mind then.” She then whispers under her breath, “You’re still scary.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh which prompted you to grimace as you aggravated your injuries. Unohana and Rangiku reprimanded you to take it easy. However, you think it was worth it because you are surrounded by the two important people in your life.

You don’t know what the future holds but you know in your heart you will always love Captain Unohana.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it ( ◠‿◠ )

#unohana retsu x reader #unohana yachiru x reader #retsu unohana x reader #bleach unohana #unohana retsu #bleach anime #retsu unohana

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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years

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Dom Jason × Sub reader smut would be so hot if you're comfortable with that and then Jason being so adorably cute and caring during the aftercare

AN: I combined this prompt with a request for more of the "Getting Ready" blurb from @believemetheodore /@hardlyinteresting, there wasn’t originally going to be more buuuuuut I really did feel like there was some fun (read: sexy) ideas to explore

@believemetheodore I hope you don't mind that your request + anon's got explicit

Update: this whole time I thought this was Dom TED not Dom Jason....so sorry but too late now.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Established Relationship, Date Night, Dom!Ted, sub!Reader, makeshift restraints, use of "good girl", use of "sir", kink color system, spanking, creampie, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex, aftercare

Getting Ready (1) | Getting Off (3) | Getting Good (4) | Fic Masterlist

Dinner was wonderful, a little bougie but delicious, and the four of you passed your dishes around to each other, laughing and chatting. You had chosen to sit across from Ted, thinking you’d have a better chance of keeping your hands to yourself, but it only made it easier for the two of you to cut your eyes at each other. A smirk from you when Ted described his meal as “finger-lickin' good,” a raised eyebrow from him when Keeley asked if the two of you would be joining her and Roy for a nightcap at the bar next door and you told her that you and Ted had plans.

As dinner came to a close, you brushed a kiss on Ted’s cheek as you rounded the table and told him you just needed to run to the bathroom before you left. Keeley joined you and touched up her lipstick while you were in the stall.

“I love your dress, where’d you get it babe?” Keeley called from the sinks and you chuckled as you exited the stall and answered.

“I don’t know actually, Ted bought it for me.”

“Jesus, Ted knows how to dress a woman,” Keeley exclaimed. “I mean I love the gifts I get from Roy, but if I let him dress me I’d look funeral-ready. Like, for my own funeral. That dress is gorgeous. You’re not coming out with us because you’re going to shag him fucking silly aren’t you?”

You blushed, but nodded confidently, sliding a hand down the silky material. “What better reward for a job well done?”

“I’ve seen how he’s been looking at you tonight,” Keeley smirked as she held the door open for you. “Like you’re a rare steak and he’s a hungry lion. Which is saying something because he usually has such panda energy.”

“Oh my Ted’s a teddy bear,” you joked to Keeley as the two of you approached your dates. You leaned into her ear to add quietly, “afterwards.”

You couldn’t remember the ride home, considering you spent much of it with your eyes closed, your lips slotting against each other’s repeatedly. The two of you tried to keep things relatively appropriate, considering you were in the back of an Uber, but it was getting difficult to restrain what you’d been feeling since Ted had helped you slide into your dress. He pressed close to your back as you unlocked the door and you shuddered, couldn’t wait for him to slide it back off.

The two of you hurried into the bedroom but then slowed, the anticipation thick in the air. You knew Ted could be a tease but you also knew he was as wound up as you were and you thought the two of you were on the same page about fast and hard. But instead you removed your heels and watched with bated breath as Ted shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt to roll them up his forearm. Casually, as if the two of you were just about to cook dinner or play a game, something far from what you had in mind for the evening. He kept his face impassive, and moved to loosening his tie, the two of you still standing a good distance apart.

You smiled sweetly at him, he really did look so handsome, especially with his sleeves rolled up like that emphasizing the tone of his forearms and the deftness of his long fingers. You twisted your own arm behind you to pull down the zipper of your dress, but Ted crossed into your space in two large steps, pulling your hand away by the wrist and looking down at you.

“Now, darlin’ I’m not in the habit of letting other people unwrap my gifts,” Ted spoke calmly and you let out an involuntary whimper. A possessive, demanding Ted was rare but not at all unwelcome. He released your hand to finish removing his tie, not unknotting it, just slipping it over his head and smoothing his collar back down before he took both of your hands and slipped them through the neck, pulling the maroon material taut and restraining you. You’d done this before, you both liked it and you were both very aware that you could easily pull yourself free if you wanted to but you had no plans to do so. Ted still caught your eye to check-in and you nodded, so he placed both his hands on your hips and walked you back towards the bed, rucking your dress up before he helped you sit.

You watched as his eyes trailed a path down your body before his hands followed it: one hand stroking down your shoulder as the other gripped lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb stroking along your jawline before it tugged your bottom lip from between your teeth. You licked at the pad of his thumb and he smirked as he slid it slowly between your lips and you sucked.

“Good girl,” he said softly, meaningfully and you moaned. The hand not at your mouth traced along your collarbone and then down to your center, pressing lightly against the dampness of your underwear and you gasped. “You know, all I could think about at dinner was gettin’ you home and out of this lovely dress. But gosh, sweetheart you look so good I think it’s only right I make you come apart while you’re still in it.” As he spoke he shifted your underwear to the side and began gliding his middle finger against you, making slick, obscene noises. You released his thumb fully and threw your head back, relishing in the gentle touch but needing more.

“Is that okay with you?” Ted asked, not stopping his motions and you nodded.

“Yes.”

He quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair and pulling your head back down to meet his gaze. Your eyes shot open at the slight show of force and you were met with his blown pupils, his hungry expression.

“Yes sir,” he demanded.

“Yes sir,” you repeated breathlessly and as soon as the words left your mouth he slid two fingers inside you, working you up embarrassingly fast. He was wasting no time bringing you to the edge and began using his thumb to circle your clit. Your hands still restrained in front of you and his hand still supporting your neck meant you were left to do nothing but moan and beg for him to make you cum. It was his words that did it, his body leaning in close so he could speak directly into your ear, “Be good and cum for me, darlin’.”

“FUCK,” you called out, your eyes slamming shut as you came hard against Ted’s fingers. He kissed along your neck and jaw whispering praises against your skin as you came back down and you quickly tilted your head to capture his lips with yours as he took his fingers away. Normally when you and Ted were in this space, him taking on a more dominating role, you would ask permission first but you needed to express the love you felt for him and he could tell, meeting you eagerly.

Ted leaned back, taking your face in his hands. “You’re so good for me. You okay? Color?”

“I’m perfect, green,” you paused and looked up at him seriously. “Thank you, sir.”

Ted groaned and kissed you again as he loosened the tie from your wrists before he pulled you to standing. He reached around and unzipped the dress finally, letting it fall to the floor. You gestured to Ted’s buttons, “Can I?”

Ted nodded, stood still and let you unbutton his shirt and pull it from his pants. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you fell to your knees to undo his pants. Ted watched for a moment, letting you pull his boxers down but stopping you from putting your mouth on him by lifting your chin up with his pointer finger.

“As wonderful as that pretty little mouth of yours would be, I just can’t wait darlin’. Bed. Face down.”

You were giddy as you scrambled to follow Ted’s instructions. It might seem like it was all for him when the two of you did this, but he knew how much you loved having him pressed against your back, being able to feel him deep inside of you as you reached behind you to grip his hair, holding him close so he could kiss against your neck. He stepped out of his remaining clothes at the side of the bed and climbed up behind you, stroking his hands along your sides with light teasing touches, but making no move to enter you, even though his arousal was obvious.

“Please Ted,” you whined, wiggling against him.

“Oh, not sir?” Ted chuckled darkly before bringing a hand down sharply on your ass, everything feeling more intense when you couldn’t see each other’s eyes.

You yelped but there was a smile in your voice when you responded, “Oh, is that the game we’re playing?”

“Depends,” Ted kissed your shoulder, “color?”

“Green,” you said immediately and he brought his hand down again, making you whimper, before he pushed inside you.

The stretch of him was perfection and so was the weight of him against you and the grip he had on your hip that would certainly leave marks in the morning. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pinned between your body and the bed so he could press against your clit with every stroke. The two of you were so worked up from the teasing that had started well before dinner that you knew neither of you would last long. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, but it still caught both you and Ted by surprise, the sudden constriction of your muscles making Ted curse in your ear as you cried out.

After a few more strokes, Ted groaned, “I’m close, baby.” He shifted like he was going to move off of you and you pulled his hair hard to keep him in place.

“Come inside me, please,” you whined. Even you couldn’t believe that a third peak was steadily approaching, but you knew Ted coming inside you would absolutely send you over the edge. Ted caught you by surprise when he brought his hand down against you again. “Come inside me, please, sir,” you begged and Ted immediately picked up his pace again, slamming into you as the two of you moaned and whined in unison until Ted’s release, followed almost instantly by your own.

Ted pulled out slowly but didn’t move away, turning onto his side and tucking you into his chest to be his little spoon.

“You okay, baby? You were so good for me. So good,” Ted whispered, stroking his hands lovingly along your side.

“Mmm,” you smiled, “so were you. You’re always so good.” You reached for Ted’s hand and brought his knuckles up to your lips. “Thank you for a beautiful dress, and a fantastic evening, my love.”

“Oh, trust me the pleasure is all mine,” Ted laughed before pulling away slightly. You turned in his arms to face him and he kissed you sweetly. “Wanna get a shower with me? Or want me to clean you up here?”

It was your usual routine, and he took it seriously. The care Ted took with you after you’d been submissive for him was almost as rewarding as the orgasms he gave you.

“Bath, please?”

“You got it angel,” Ted kissed you once more before he left to run the bath and you followed behind him after a few minutes to find that he’d managed to not only run a warm, sweet smelling bath in that time but also light a number of candles. He smiled at you and held out a hand to help you into the tub, and you slid forward so he could sit behind you. He washed your body carefully, telling you everything he liked about it as he did.

Ted toweled you off when the two of you were done, humming a familiar tune as he moved around you, dropping to his knees to dry off your legs. He dressed himself quickly before helping you into a set of clean pajamas and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin and letting him sway you gently, still humming.

“You take very good care of me, Ted,” you whispered sleepily against his chest.

“Thank you for lettin’ me,” Ted said quietly, pressing a kiss against your temple as he swayed you over to the bed and helped you under the covers.

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