#it didn't hurt until i tensed (today's shot)

[punkshort]

if you get time could i ask you do like before she got hurt like waking up with joel that day and all that and then up until she leaves, if that makes sense

Thank you so much for this request, I would love to!

Enjoy a little extra before our final chapter this Saturday ❤️

Before

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, fluff, language

WC: ~1500

"Joel, c'mon, Tommy's gonna kick my ass if I'm late again," you giggled as he rolled you over and pinned you into the mattress with his hips.

"I'd like to see him try. You'd have him knocked out in a heartbeat," he replied, gathering your wrists in his hand and pressing them into the pillow above your head while his mouth descended on your throat.

You sighed and tilted your chin up to give him better access as he ground his erection against your center. Your resolve was crumbling and you both knew it.

"Fine, we gotta be quick," you relented, and before you could even finish your sentence he was tugging your sleep shorts off with his free hand. "What's gotten into you today? You're not exactly a morning person," you said, watching with excitement as he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

"Dunno. Just gotta have you, is that a crime?" but before you could answer his mouth covered yours, stealing all the air from your lungs. Your legs fell open underneath him and you bucked your hips, patrol suddenly the furthest thing from your mind. He swiped the tip of his cock through your folds and he hissed, breaking the kiss and causing you to whine. "Fuck, you dirty thing. Look at how soaked you are f'me."

"Don't tease me," you scolded with a pout, and he chuckled.

"So sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed another kiss against your lips. "Don't worry. I'll give you somethin' to remember me by today." Before you could reply, he notched himself at your opening and slowly eased in, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a deep moan. Your fingers curled around his hand, still pinned above your head as he fed you his cock nice and slow, watching your face as you took him inch by inch. He never got tired of seeing you like that. All docile and at his mercy. You were so strong. A survivor. A fighter, in a way. Something deep inside him got excited seeing you so submissive. And it was all for him.

When he was fully seated, you both let out a rush of breath before your lips locked once again. He began to roll his hips, dragging in and out slowly and deliberately, just the way you liked it. Your legs tensed up and you dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, holding him close to you since your arms were still rendered useless.

"Just like that," you whispered, biting at his lower lip. He growled when you tugged his lip between your teeth and you smirked, letting it go. You could practically feel every ridge and vein when he fucked you that way. Every thrust was purposeful, every kiss was deep, every groan was cherished. He always liked to fuck you slow and you loved it, but unfortunately that particular morning, you were on a tight schedule. So you decided to say something to speed things up.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so deep."

His hips stalled and his eyes snapped up to yours. He didn't even need to say anything to know your words had the exact reaction you were looking for.

"You haven't called me that in a very long time," he said lowly, his eyes darkening. You grinned and squirmed in his hold.

"Well, you haven't woken me up like this in a very long time," you shot back, "thought it was only fitting."

He hummed and ticked his jaw to the side as he considered your answer. Before you knew it, he had pulled out and flipped you over, yanking your hips up while your cheek remained smushed into your purple quilt. He released your wrists in favor of pressing that hand into your upper back, but it didn't matter in the position you found yourself, anyway. You felt him hovering at your entrance once again and you wiggled your ass enticingly, your slick smeared around your inner thighs as you waited.

"Say it again."

Your breath caught in your throat at his domineering tone.

"Please fuck me, daddy."

He groaned and slammed into you, causing you to cry out in surprise but your body quickly welcomed him back inside. Gone was the slow, gentle way he usually fucked you. Now his hips slapped against your ass with reckless abandon while his hand snaked around your waist and played with your clit. You immediately saw stars. Your jaw hung open in a silent scream as he rammed into you over and over, pushing you both towards the edge. You reached behind you blindly, searching for his arm to hold onto as he dragged you to your peak.

"You gonna come for daddy? Hmm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, "Fuck! Daddy, I need it so bad."

His head fell back onto his shoulders as he moaned, his pace relentless now, each thrust shoving you further and further up the bed. Fingers digging into your hips, he pounded into you from behind, feeling your body, reading its cues, listening to your noises... everything he memorized by now to warn him you were close.

Your grip on his arm tightened and you gasped. A triumphant smile spread across his face as you came, moaning his name while your pussy fluttered around him, sucking him in and pulling him over the edge with you.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh f-" he pulled out at the last second and came all over your ass with a deep groan, watching in a daze as each burst of his seed covered your skin and dripped down your legs.

He collapsed on top of you, pinning you into the bed, his chest heaving. He nipped at your jaw, his coarse whiskers harsh against your sensitive skin but you just smiled and sighed with your eyes slid shut.

"As much as I want to stay here all day, I -"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Joel said with a grunt as he hoisted himself up. You giggled and waited for him to return with a wet washcloth, cleaning you up so you could dress and head downstairs.

He cooked you eggs and poured your coffee, setting both on the table right as you entered the kitchen.

"You'll need your strength," he explained when you looked at the eggs. You quirked an eyebrow at him but gave in, sitting down to shovel in the breakfast he so sweetly made for you. It wasn't until you were nearly done that you noticed he only had coffee.

"What about you?" you asked around a mouthful of food.

"I'll be fine. I don't got patrol today. I'm just helpin' Maria fix a dresser for Violet."

You furrowed your brow but let it go. He was always looking out for you and never himself, something that you scolded him for in the past more than once. You knew he had gone through a lot with Sarah, and then later, Ellie. He struggled a lot with the decisions he made and you tried your best to give him some grace, but you also loved him deeply and wanted him to take care of himself.

You wanted him to love himself as much as you loved him.

Your eyes raked over his broad shoulders straining against his blue flannel, which he left unbuttoned, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. Somehow your body still craved him, even though you just had him thirty minutes prior.

"I'll walk you to the barn and tell Tommy to fuck off if he says anythin'," he assured you as he rinsed your plate, your coffee mugs left abandoned on the counter for later.

"My hero," you teased.

As you walked together down the relatively quiet street, your arm casually looped through his while he carried your backpack with his other hand, you couldn't seem to wipe the stupid smile from your face, knowing you would be thinking about the morning you shared for the rest of the day.

"Be careful out there," he murmured, handing you your pack before cupping your face with both hands and staring deep into your eyes. "I love you."

You felt yourself melt into his touch. "I love you, too."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against yours, slowly deepening the kiss, not caring who was around to see because you both knew no one would dare say anything to him about it.

With a sigh, he pulled back and rested your foreheads together. "Maybe later we can tend to the garden. Frost is comin' soon."

"Okay," you said softly, giving him one more kiss before stepping backwards. You could hear Tommy and Jesse talking in the barn and you knew you had to go.

"I'll see you later," you said, continuing to walk backwards with a grin.

"Can't wait," Joel replied, and he didn't move from his spot until you disappeared inside the barn, neither of you knowing your lives were about to change.

#ask #anon ask #ikwya fic #drabble

[citrine-elephant]

i hate doing my t injections, but god it's so fuckin worth it

see; idk if i poked a tendon or just freaked out but i tensed up momentarily after it went in and my leg involuntarily kicked-

#tw needles #hrt stuff #transmasc #ftm #reminds me when i got a rabies shot and the lady poked me a certain way that made my leg kick #accident cuz of where the bite was #it didn't hurt until i tensed (today's shot) #i might ask about different options of doing my t #it's stressful each time im about to do it but it goes quick so #i always get worried about air bubbles or hitting a vein or #it is okay please don't let my posts freak you out! #do research + look at guides #it puts me at ease to know where those veins and shit are #and that tiny bubbles aren't a problem #you need more than that to have problems please don't worry <3 #knowledge lessens anxiety #my problem is mostly fear of pain

[mopeyy]

Eetu x reader pls? Maybe it’s after zommy dies and the reader heard that eetu was missing (he’s her mate) then he makes it back to the hometree and explains what happens and it’s just angsty and fluffy as she comforts him.

You hissed as another bracelet broke under your tense fingers. It was hard to focus on crafting when eetu had still not returned from his hunt. You were worried for your mate. What if something had happened to him? What if the sky people finally got too close? They were staring to become more bold with each day, and you could not seem to convince Eetu that hunting far from hometree would only put him in danger. "I'll be fine, you worry yourself yawntutsyìp." He'd say, pressing a kiss to your temple and leaving for his hunt. Well now you had a reason to worry. It was already dark outside, the glowing plants of pandora coming to life, and Eetu was still not home. Your anxious thoughts came to an end when you heard a commotion coming from the entrance of home tree.

You raced towards the noise, forgetting all about your bracelet making and only hoping that it was Eetu who had returned. The Na'vi were all crowding around something, blocking you from seeing. You pushed through until you were right in front of the crowd. When you got there, all you saw was the Sarentu, standing infront of someone and blocking your view. The Sarentu's eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. They dipped their head down as though they felt guilty, before stepping to the side, revealing the person behind them.

You saw that it was no other than your mate, Eetu. His side was bleeding profusely, the wound was covered by his hand so you could not see the extent of his injury, but based on his expression and the way he could hardly stand, you assumed the worst. When his eyes found yours in the crowd you didn't hesitate to walk towards him. His hand found your shoulder, using you as support so he could properly stand. You lifted your hand up to his face, running your thumb along the new cuts on his cheekbone. "y/n, I- hmph" He couldn't even finish his sentence before grunting in pain and almost falling as he stood. Your ears pinned to your head, scared at seeing his pain.

You waved over a healer from the crowd who helped you bring Eetu to the healing area of home tree. You sat at his side while the healers began to make quick work on his wound. When you saw them pull out a bullet you couldn't help but be upset. You had told him to be careful countless times, yet his need for adventure always gets the best of him before he gets hurt. He noticed the change in your expression, reaching to hold your hand in his. You looked at your held hands, before moving your eyes up to his face. He looked upset, and not just because he had been shot, but because of something else. You were sure that something had happened when he ran into the sky people.

After a while the healers cleared Eetu and he was allowed to go. You helped him up to your shared room in home tree and lowered him down so he could take a seat. The room was silent, and you decided to speak first. "Are you hungry? I think the gatherers brought in your favourite fruit today. I could go grab you some if you'd like." He was turnt towards the open side of your room, where the sky was on full display. "Im not hungry, thank you." he replied, eyes not moving from the view infront of him. You sighed before moving to take a seat next to him. You tilted your head to face him, watching him admire the sky.

You placed your hand on his arm, "You know you can talk to me, right tìyawn?" He turned towards you, looking at you for a moment. Suddenly he was pulling you into a hug. He tucked his head into your neck, and you felt a wetness hit your shoulder, a tear. He let out a shakey breath before speaking, "The sky people showed up out of nowhere. I tried to escape them with Zomey but I-I had to fight. I got trapped inside of their metal bird. I could hear them shooting at Zomey. Mocking her." His grip on you tightened, "The sarentu found me and let me out, but by the time I got to Zomey she was...it was too late." Your face dropped. Your mate loved his Ikran, they had been bonded for a long time, going through everything together. They had the same spirit, the same love for flying and hunting. A big part of Eetu was gone. You brought your hand up to his hair, softly stroking it. "Im so sorry Eetu. To lose a bond is unimaginable." He lifted his head up from your shoulder, shaking his head with pinned ears. "It is all my fault, I should have listened to you. I went too far out and my carefree actions got Zomey killed, and I wasn't able to protect her." He hung his head in shame. You had never seen your mate so upset, "tìyawn it is not your fault, it is the sky people. They kill without need. Do not blame yourself." You brought your hand up to his face to wipe the tears from his eyes. He leaned into your palm and moved closer to rest his forehead against yours. "She is at peace now, with eywa." You whispered, hoping to bring him some form of comfort.

"I can make you a bracelet with one of her feathers in it, if you'd like" You suggested. He let a small smile pass onto his face before pressing a kiss to your temple, "That would be nice, thank you."

#eetu avatar frontiers of pandora #eetu #avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora x reader #eetu x reader

[ghastigiggles]

danse macabre

so uh. uhm. hi. i kept forgetting to post this and i feel really bad about it. i'm so sorry tadc nation here's some food for you

npc oc because i didnt feel comfortable writing anyone as a ler - not yet, anyway. but pomni needed to get wrecked so bad. she's so cute. i get cuteness aggression every time she's on screen

usual disclaimer; sfw tickling fic, very soft and fluffy, even a little goofy and silly.

"Given that our last adventure took an exciting turn, I thought doing a rerun would be a better idea today!"

A rippling groan passed through the veteran players that Caine seemed to entirely ignore, turning his attention to Pomni with an exaggerated movement.

"Something a little more calm, I'd say! Should help bring you down from any thoughts of the Void from the other day!"

"Ahh… I don't –"

"You'll love it," He interrupted, swooping back into the air with an extravagant gesture; "It's a fan favourite! Everyone knows it, everyone loves it, it's… 'Where in the World is Sir Wigglesburg?'!"

Pomni, of course, didn't miss the way everyone else in the room tensed up – though she didn't catch the way Gangle actually perked instead, immediately shooting sideways glances at everyone else before poorly mirroring their tension. 

"... You're kiddin'," Jax muttered, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Caine simply continued as though he didn't hear the rabbit while Bubble floated nearby with an empty look in her eyes.

"Sir Wigglesburg is one of our most esteemed citizens –"

"Not an actual player," Ragatha helpfully cut in with a glance to Pomni, trying to give her context.

" – with a terrible habit of wandering off! His dear wife has, once again, asked us – rather, you – to lend a helping hand and bring him home safe! The first to lead Sir Wigglesburg back to the stage shall win a prize! (To be determined, prize may or may not meet or exceed expectations.) Good luck!"

And, with no further context or instruction, their ringmaster and his companion entirely disappeared. There was a brief silence before Zooble grunted, already walking away.

"... Right. I'm going back to my room, then."

"Aww, somebody too chicken to help the poor guy?"

Jax sneered in their direction, and they shot him a searing glare; "Well, if you want a repeat of last time, be my guest. I don't."

"I will also take my leave," Kinger muttered in a hurried fashion, looking askance; "The last time we did this, it was before… Mngh…"

Ragatha offered him a sympathetic smile, nodding as the other two softened just slightly. 

"It's alright, Kinger. We understand."

"Thank you… If you do take on the quest, give Sir my best." 

With that, both Zooble and Kinger headed towards the living quarters, leaving Pomni to finally pipe up again, looking between Ragatha and Jax.

"... So, um… W-what's so upsetting about the rerun, anyway? Is it, um, bad…?"

"Oh – no, not – not per se," The ragdoll replied quickly, tapping her chin; "I mean, Caine wasn't lying… This is one of the calmer adventures."

"Yeah. You should do it, newbie."

Both sets of eyes snapped to Jax, who simply grinned passively. Ragatha squinted.

"... And I don't suppose you'd be coming along?"

"I will, actually. Could be funny. What about you, Rags?"

Though she grimaced, Ragatha sighed in resignation, turning a little to give Pomni a small smile.

"Well, I'm not gonna let her go it alone… Again."

That much, at least, gave Pomni heart, and she almost smiled back – until she realized one of their party wasn't accounted for, and her brow furrowed.

"Uh… Where's Gangle?"

The other two also seemed to only just notice Gangle's absence, and the three of them glanced around briefly before their search was cut short by a distant shriek from the player in question.

"That sounded like her…!"

"Is she getting hurt?! W-what if someone else abstracted?!" Pomni shot them a panicked glance; "Sh-should we –"

"Let's go investigate before anything else," Jax interrupted calmly, barely keeping the amusement from his face as he gestured for Pomni to take the lead. When Ragatha shot him a glare, he simply shrugged, following after her with the ragdoll shortly behind.

They had little more than a vague direction, down a corridor and two left turns that seemed to dim the further along they went; Gangle made no further sounds, giving them little in the way of direction, and eventually Pomni sighed haplessly, squinting into the darkness.

"... It's no use… Should – should we go find Caine again…?"

She was met with silence, and turned around – only to find Ragatha and Jax were nowhere to be seen, and her stomach dropped with dread.

"... Guys…?"

"Ooh? Who is this…? A face I've yet to see and greet?"

At a new voice, Pomni yelped, whipping around – and coming face-to-face with what appeared to be some kind of massive, cartoonish caterpillar. His body appeared to be covered in green fur, disappearing into the darkness past his neck – or so Pomni assumed at first glance, anyway. His face and what could only be described as underbelly were covered in white fur that parted around his features, such as a long purple nose and big black eyes – one of which sported a golden monocle. And, of course, his hands had the same cartoon glove sort of thing that Kinger had going on, though this time with black noodle arms seemingly attached.

In her shock, she entirely lost her voice, merely stammering wordlessly – and earning a chuckle from the caterpillar looming over her. 

"Such a small thing, you are! 'Tis a pleasure, indeed!" 

Smiling, he extended one of his hands for a shake, a gesture that finally managed to pull Pomni from her stupor.

"I am Sir Wigglesburg! And you, my gentile jester, would be…?"

"A-ahhh…" Though hesitant, she extended her own hand, despite it being barely half the size of his own, "P-Pomni – woah –!"

The moment their palms yet, Wigglesburg pulled her closer, twirling her around so suddenly that her eyes spun in alternating directions – and as she was steadied again, pulled along by his sudden movements, she was abruptly made aware of his overwhelming amount of hands, with a second dominant one taking her free hand to hold her steady while two more settled on her back and hip, respectively.

"Pomni, Pomni! A wondrously adorable and charming name! Please, indulge me with a dance – 'tis a formal greeting between my people!"

"I – I'm actually – ah!"

The hand on her hip pinched her side unexpectedly, making her jerk in an attempt to escape – yet Wigglesburg easily moved with her reflexive maneuver like it was a step in her dance.  

"I'm actually – ehh! – l-looking for s – hey! – some – sohome –"

The hand squeezed again, and again, and again; and every time, she tried to sidestep or wiggle away – and every time, it just encouraged their "dance", with Wigglesburg's gentle but firm grip keeping her upright despite the giggles bubbling in her chest and the involuntary smile that had been pulling at her lips. 

"My dear Pomni," Wigglesburg crooned as though she wasn't struggling to articulate a sentence; "You are a wonderful dancer!"

" – Ghhh, thank you…? But I – ah!! – would you plehease –"

She squeaked again as she was suddenly pulled into a dip, very nearly panicking before she realized Wigglesburg was still supporting her gently. His wide smile was kind and sweet, but undercut by the mischief in his eyes as he looked down at her.

"... That said, you are giggling quite a lot! I didn't think dancing with a wyrm would be that much fun for you!"

"I-It's not the dancing – GyaAH –"

"Is it not?" 

Pomni couldn't manage a reply, stuck in a fit of uncontrollable giggles caused by the fingers wiggling at both sides, forcing her to squirm back and forth with no true escape from the unexpected and overwhelming sensation. Wigglesburg hummed, tilting his head with an adoring expression.

"I say, I was under the impression that it was the jester who caused nobles to laugh, not the other way around! Yet, here you are, practically beside yourself…"

For a mercy, he did release her hands, and she immediately brought her arms in – not that they did much, proportionately, to protect her. 

"Aheheh, I can't – I cahahan't –"

"Oh, my poor dear, does it tickle? Are we feeling a little sensitive?"

She hiccuped through her laughter at that, shaking her head and ducking down; it felt like the teasing sent a shot through her nerves, which only made it worse when he started scratching experimentally at her ribs, prompting a few snorts to escape her as well.

"Ngh – nahahaa, not th - thehehere…!"

"What? Here? Or here – oh, dear me."

His hands shot to Pomni's underarms for just a few seconds, but it was enough to prompt a shriek from her, wriggling and kicking fruitlessly with even more vigour than before.

"NnnoOHOHO – gh – $%^@# – I cahAAHAAN'T –!"

"Yes, I can see that! 'Twould seem that 'tis an especially sensitive spot."

"Plhehe – PLEHEEHEEHEASE!"

She threw back her head with a loud cackle as Wigglesburg doubled down, every stroke of his fingers sending shocks down her arms and through her body – but she only had to endure it a moment longer before he finally laid off, lightly massaging her sides with his thumbs as she gasped for breath – an act that was more instinctual than actually necessary, given that breathing wasn't really a thing anymore – with a goofy, natural smile still stuck on her face.

"I do hope you can forgive my zeal in tormenting you," Wigglesburg offered after a moment, smiling apologetically; "I cannot help myself around the players."

"I – it's… Haah…" With a final breath, Pomni shook out the residual giggles, looking back up at Wigglesburg; "It's alright…"

"Oh, I figured! You never once asked me to stop, after all."

She stiffened at that, her eyes widening as she searched her memory – because, surely not… And yet, he was right.

She had no idea if the digital avatar could blush, but with how hot her face felt upon that realization, she really, really hoped it couldn't.

"But enough of that – you were searching for someone, yes?"

"Uh! Um. Y-yeah. You, actually, but also – Gangle, if you've seen her…"

"Oh! My dear Gangle has been here all along!"

Pomni blinked dumbly, and Wigglesburg chuckled, curling in on himself and cradling her close as his spine arched up to where she could see clearly – and, sure enough, Gangle was splayed out in the wyrm's green fur, seeming a little sleepy and out of it… Yet, content, even as she looked up and waved at Pomni.

"But… Her scream…"

"'Twas a scream of joy and laughter," Wigglesburg assured her; "Gangle is one of my favorite dancing partners – and I, hers! I admit, I went overboard this time, though… It has been too long since the last time."

"Oh."

A lot of things made sense, now. The way everyone had seemed tense and awkward when Wigglesburg's name came up; Gangle's quiet disappearance in the wake of the adventure's start. The little comments everyone was making towards each other… 

"Pomni! Are you alright?!"

Ragatha's voice pulled Pomni from her thoughts, and she looked down to see the ragdoll standing below, looking up with faint relief… And heavy amusement. Shortly behind her stood Jax, smug as ever – yet, notably, keeping a good generous distance between himself and the wyrm.

"Uh. Yeah," Pomni replied; "I found Gangle? And… And Sir Wigglesburg."

"We know. We heard you," Jax chuckled, easily side-stepping to avoid a tiny kick from Ragatha. For her part, the doll smiled.

"That's great! Let's head back to the stage and wrap up this adventure, then!"

Sir Wigglesburg, however, pouted a little, looking down at her.

"Oh, are you sure I can't convince you to share just one dance with me…?"

"Ahh… Maybe next time?"

Ragatha offered him a nervous smile, and Wigglesburg sighed dramatically – but he didn't object, simply setting Pomni on his back near Gangle before he began to crawl along on the path back to the stage. Distantly, Jax grumbled about not being offered a ride as he and Ragatha followed on foot.

In the softness of his fur, Pomni felt a tempting urge to "nod off", partially encouraged by the dance she'd just been through – but Gangle's voice, just barely loud enough to be heard – kept her in the waking world.

"... I'm glad you like his game. I've been the only one for awhile… Knowing someone else likes it makes me feel less weird."

And, with a small nod in response, Pomni hid her smile in the wyrm's fur.

Maybe not every part of the digital circus was terrible or terrifying.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tatc #tadc tickles #the amazing digital circus tickles #lee!pomni #lee!gangle #i'm not tagging every character this time you can't make me!!!!! #if anyone wants me to draw sir wigglesburg and his wife (lady wigglesbury. if u even care.) lmk i kind of really love them tbh #they were literally meant to be a throwaway like. gloink queen esque standin but honestly i vibe so hard with them... #anyway here u go. eat up. tastey food #my fic

[lacedupforyou]

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔫|Yandere Diluc | Yandere Kaeya Part II

This is a part 2 | Part 1 | I had some comments ask for a part 2 so here it is! Enjoy Xoxo's! | Also if you're craving a yandere request one! I need requests so bad..|

~

Waking up from your training yesterday was tiresome. You were totally sore. Every joint felt tender to move around with. You decided it would be best to take the day off and rest! You trudged over to your kitchen to boil some tea and start a fire to make some nice tea to help relax! After you had made some delicious tea you laid in bed and drifted off to the sleep you deserved.

Diluc had been expecting you to come sample today since you had re-scheduled to train with his brother. The nerve. What do you see in him? Diluc could treat you so much better! He believes he could keep you safe, happy, and stable! An hour had passed and he became impatient. Then worry started to set in. Were you hurt? Had someone taken you? Were you with his brother? He got up quickly and headed over fast to your home in mondstat. He barged in through the door. Looking through your house until he heard a small "Hello..? Who's there.?" From the room on the right.

He walked in and saw your tired body with tea on the side. He sighed, Relived you were safe and okay. But you didn't look so good.

"Are you okay?"

"Sore from yesterday's training..Is the sample thing today!? I'm so sorry I forgot and I'm really sore and in pain-"

"You're fine. I shall take care of you."

"You're too kind master diluc, Thank you."

Part of him loving hearing you call him "Master Diluc" but he brushed those thoughts away. He read your stories, Refilled your tea, Made you food. Fed it to you. he couldn't help but imagine your married life with him. He heard the door creak open as he was sitting on a chair next to your bed reading you a book as your eyes were fast asleep.

His eyes shot towards the door to see the person he wanted to see least with a basket full of treasures and treats. Kaeya's face went from one of joy to a full blown glare.

"Can I help you?" Diluc asked, Salty.

"You can actually, Wake them up and leave. Or perhaps I will." Kaeya responds. Smugly

"They will not be waking up. And you will not disturb them. They're tired from your training you put them through yesterday."

"Ah yes. I did have them in some hard positions. I'm sure their muscles must be tense. I have just the thing for that." Kaeya says, Holding a bottle of wine. He sets down the gift basket.

"That is the last thing they need. And no not raise your voice they are sleepin-" Diluc wants to finish his sentence but his brother sets the wine bottle down and rushes past his brother to see your sleeping form. He admires the way your eyes are so softly closed and your chest go up and down. He puts out his hand to touch your cheek, He strokes it lightly and smiles to himself.

Diluc's hand shoots out and grabs kaeya's hand. Pulling it away shooting a threatening glare to him. "Don't" Diluc utters. Kaeya rolls his eyes and takes a chair. Sitting by the bed with diluc watching you.

Hours go by and you wake up to find them..Both in your bed.? Holding you? It's very dark outside not much light. You look at kaeya's face as it is just an inch from yours. his soft breathing indicates he's asleep. But there's another pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You can tell by his voice while he breathes it is diluc. You felt so flustered being between two gorgeous men. You're still tired so you fall asleep.

The next you wake up to a bed with just you in. Was it a dream? The smell of the brothers stuck to your sheets, Causing your face to heat up. You walked to the Angel's share to see diluc greet you..Shyly? Weird. You sample the new wine and feel incredible. It was incredible in flavor but you're a lightweight, And found yourself slipping into becoming slightly drunk. Diluc laughed a bit but conversed with your loopy self calmly. But you had slipped a secret. You were leaving mondstat for a new place in Sumeru as a student. Diluc's face darkened. You were leaving..? How long..? Were you coming back.?

He helped you to more booze until you were passed out in the upstairs of the angel's share. He panicked but stayed semi calm. You can't leave. He won't let you. But what about kaeya. Perhaps he should know, Diluc is not one for sharing but to have more security and the Calvary captain keeping you in mondstat would be a plus.

He explained the situation to kaeya who grimaced even at your drunken words. He saw you tied up with ropes in the hidden area of the upstairs angel's share. It was almost enough to take you then and there but he had agree to keep you with diluc. Can't have you running off.

Now you can't leave. Now you can't escape. What will happen when you wake?

(This was so fun to write! Sorry it took so long. Request part 3 if you guys want it! I need to know people want more :)

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[bunwritesss]

Pony-Shaped Hairpins

Summary : You are the happiest person Daryl has ever seen. He has seen you comfort the group plenty of times, finding light in the darkest places and making sure everyone was okay. So when you suddenly lose your smile, he makes sure you get it back.

Genre : Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🩹

A/N : Hi everyone! This is the first imagine I wrote for AO3, so maybe you already saw it there! Hope you'll enjoy reading it, and as always sorry for the english mistakes! 💕

You had always been full of hope.

Daryl came to notice this fact as he was watching you from afar, laughing with Carl and splashing him with water, as some woman of the group were doing laundry. He had never seen you get angry, and although you always made sure your voice was heard, your words were never used to hurt someone.

He watched you give the young boy one of your toothy grins, the same ones you gave Daryl when he brought your favorite berries back from one of his hunts in the woods, and couldn't help but smile a little himself as well.

And until Alexandria, he thought he would never see you lose your smile.

And this realization bothered him for months after that. When Andrea shot him, you rushed to Daryl's side and stayed calm and kind to her. When he snapped at Carol as she was looking for her daughter, you sternly told him he was being mean and asked him to apologize, but you did not yell at him. You would never. You kept looking for solutions and things to be positive about, pestering him about him manifesting bad things into the world if he didn't try to be more positive. He thought this was the dumbest thing you had ever said, but he would not dare saying it to you.

Hell, even Eugene leading you on about finding a cure to the epidemy and then telling you he lied only made you sad for a few days, forgiving him as soon as he apologized, bringing him in an uncomfortable hug.

When your group arrived, he could sense you get tense. You were all suspicious, as Terminus took a toll on you all, and made you fear communities. And losing so many people in a few days definitely did not help. But he felt like you were even more tense than the rest, probably because Carol, Rick and you were the people he knew how to read the most.

And as you settled with him on the porch, refusing to explore and enter the houses, he realized you weren't just tense. You were not happy to be here. You spent the day sitting with him in silence, sharpening your knives and zoning out, eyes closed. If he was only a bit worried for you before, he was definitely scared now.

'Hey.'

You never shut up. Never. You spent hours talking to him in the Quarry, even when he was closed off, asking him stupid questions about his whereabouts and making silly puns, managing to make him smile once or twice. And the grins that followed his crooked smiles were worth everything in the entire world.

So when he realized you wouldn't speak, he took matter in his own hands. He softly nudged you with his elbow, which did not took you away from your reverie. So he talked.

Daryl was not much of a talker, and you had always give him your full attention whenever he had something to say. And today was no exception. You opened your eyes, turning to him.

'You okay?'

You nodded without conviction, as he readjusted his position to be able to look at you more comfortably.

'You sure?'

'I hate everybody in this community, Daryl.'

'These people will not survive the apocalypse.'

Daryl's eyes widened. This was definitely unexpected, especially after the months he spent hearing you lecture him about the importance of giving second chances to people and the power of love and friendship, or something along the lines. He usually nodded to make you happy because he knew you wouldn't let go of your idea if he didn't agree, but usually let his mind wander around.

He did not know what to say so he kept his mouth shut, and it took a while for you to start talking again.

And you added, lowering your voice.

'And the leader's a dumbass.'

You brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. And then you let your head drop on them, sheltering you from the outside world.

'I feel the same, y'know? Yer not alone.'

You slowly turned to Daryl, a slight smile making its way on your lips.

'You do?'

He nodded, his dirty hair covering his face. If you were happier, you would have tucked the strands behind his hair, or threatened him to use one of your glittery hairpins on him, but right now you did not feel like it.

'Feel like a damn dog on a leash here.'

You eagerly shook your head, happy to see someone thought the same as you.

'It feels so weird having to live normally again. I know it's dumb because I spent so many days complaining about missing hot water or coffee, but like... I do not feel at home here. I miss camping and washing myself with wet rags.'

He scoffed at your sentence.

'Ya never made any damn sense.'

You laughed as well. Not one of your happy laughs, the ones that brought light to a whole room, at least, in Daryl's eyes, but a laugh anyway.

'You're right, I don't.'

You glared at a random man watching Daryl and you as if you were animals in a zoo. And to be honest you felt like it, covered in mud and sweat, and missing the forest while they were all judging you and your group. And once he lowered his eyes, you spoke again.

'But these people don't make any sense either.'

He did not say anything, but his eyes told you he agreed with you. So you slowly let your head drop on his shoulder, feeling him tense up for a few seconds, and then relax at your contact. You chuckled. He always did that. You had spent hours resting on his shoulder before, and the familiarity of his body against yours helped making the novelty of this community a little more bearable. And you were convinced he felt the same.

'Daryl?'

He did not respond but you knew he was listening.

'If we're forced to get separate houses, would you want to take one with me?'

Daryl was so thankful your actual position prevented you from seeing his expression of surprise, his flattered smile. The emotion made him all gruff again, and his tone of voice made you smile.

You snorted, and a rare and wide smile graced his face, so thankful he was the one making you laugh again. You raised your hand, tucking a stray strand behind his ear.

'If ya want. Guess it'd be nicer than sharing with one of them.'

'Plus I'm a lovely home decorator.' You teased him. 'You're gonna have the cutest astronomy-themed room in the whole world. Glow in the dark stars everywhere.'

'I'm not gonna let ya step a foot into my room.'

You opened your mouth, pretending to be offended, and he smiled fondly at you.

'Do you want a pony hairpin or a star-shaped one?'

'Maybe sharing with them wasn't a bad idea.'

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[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

"You love me." + Razlo and whoever

RAZLO. Fly I am sending missiles to your location (affectionate)

The suns had just barely set over the foothills when Razlo cracked open his third beer. He had the constitution of a bull worm, to hear Milly talk, and wouldn't feel buzzed until his fifth. It was fine. He wasn't in this for the booze, just the company.

The company was stretched out next to him, chucking stones up into the air and trying to knock them out with others. It was a silly, kiddie game, but it required a good eye to get as many hits as Razlo had noticed.

Nico had mellowed considerably in the intervening years since...well, since. Some things were still too hard to think about, and despite being the strongest bastard on this rock, Razlo didn't want to do any unnecessary heavy lifting. The three Hopeland boys had been through hell and come out the other side more or less intact. Sure, Nico went away in his head sometimes and Livio and Razlo were, well, Livio and Razlo, but they were alive. That's all that mattered.

"Today was a good day," Nico sighed. He'd even brought out a blanket to lay on, the softie. "M'glad we got to have fun."

Razlo snorted. "Heh, if y'call runnin' from wild stampedin' tomases 'fun'."

"Hell yeah!" The goofy grin on Nico's face made Razlo half tempted to dump his beer on him. Opting to save the beer, he noogied him instead. Nico grabbed his wrist and pulled him down into an arm bar. It was gentle enough that all it really accomplished was stretching out his shoulder.

"You're such a pain."

Nico kicked sand into Razlo's hair. "Love you, too."

He tensed. "What?"

"I said, 'love you, too,'" Nico repeated, louder and more enunciated because Razlo was missing an ear and firefights were not kind on hearing.

Razlo sat up. "Hell you talkin' about."

"Wha-" frowning, Nico sat, too. "Why're you actin' twitchy all of a sudden?"

"Why're you sayin' weird shit?"

Nico looked off into the middle distance the way he did when he was trying to puzzle something out. After several moments of silence he gave up, saying "Ain't got a clue what you're talkin' about, dude."

Razlo gulped down some of his beer and scowled. "All this 'love you' shit. S'weird."

He turned to see Nico blinking at him, brow furrowed in confusion. "The hell's weird about tellin' your brother you love him?"

Nico had shot him before and it had hurt less. He had to keep cool. The half full can exploded in his fist. Tactfully, Nico didn't say anything, just passed him another one. Razlo shotgunned it in a few short gulps. He smelled cigarette smoke, the awkwardness of the situation apparently affecting both of them.

"You love me, huh?"

"'Course I do. You're family." The way Nico said it, like it was an immutable fact - the suns rose, life hurt, he loved him - made it seem less impossible.

Razlo leaned back on his elbows, watching the moons rise. "You love me."

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[zoeykallus]

angsty ER visits with tbb? (either reader or bb needing medical attention) tyyy

Coming right up... it's not all angsty, though. I took the liberty of going into the different personalities in this scenario. One is a bit angsty, one quite intense, the rest is rather fluffy. There is some drama, some angst, fluff and a bit of humour.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Emergency Room

Warnings: A little angst/ a little hurt/ Fluff

Hunter

The burn on his arm looks pretty bad, and he is in pain too. He's playing it cool, but you can see it in his eyes.

"I hate this place"

You look at him, surprised.

"Last time we were here, you said Kix was the best medic you know"

Hunter smirks at you.

"You were scared like a little puppy, what was I supposed to tell you?"

Kix comes in and says, "Good to know, Hunter"

"Oh, hi Kix", Hunter says with a wry smile.

Kix looks at Hunter's arm. "That's not a blaster burn. How did you burn yourself there?"

You end up telling Kix the story how Wrecker and Hunter played some stupid game with throwing burning logs at a fire place when they were boozed after a mission.

Kix mutters, "You've got to be kidding me"

"Wish I was", you mutter back.

Hunter smirks, "Hey, it was all fun until Wrecker stumbled and hit me with the burning log"

Hunter hates needles. He will pull himself together, but you can still see it in his face if you look closely. He's a bit tense throughout the whole treatment and obviously relieved when you leave the med bay together.

"My brave man", you say with a slightly mocking undertone.

Hunter pinches you softly into your side, saying "Cocky thing"

Echo

He hates the med bay, he hates it so, so much. The machines, the scans, the sterile environment. It feels intrusive and sickening to him. It takes him back to a very dark place, one where he lost most of his human body.

"I feel fine. We should go", he mutters.

"Echo, it's okay, I'll stay with you and watch out for you the whole time", you promise him softly.

He seems rushed and shaky, his eyes twitching unsteadily from one corner to the other, every noise making him cringe.

Gently, you take his hand.

"Look at me, Echo"

He looks at you, out of wide eyes, you see in them a deep pain and a deep-rooted fear. Echo is a brave man, always ready to give everything on the battlefield, and he has proven that many times. But here and now he is really afraid.

When Kix walks in, Echo breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey Kix, didn't know you were on duty today."

Kix smiled, "Hi Echo! I saw on the list that you had an appointment today, so I thought I'd take over. How are you doing, brother?"

"Pretty good, actually."

Echo was very grateful that Kix took the time. Actually, he had today off. Kix knew his medical history and knew about Echo's PTSD, he knew Echo would feel more comfortable if he took over the examination.

You smiled at Kix, very grateful that he was here.

"And you have your pretty girlfriend with you too, so this shouldn't be a problem today, right?"

Echo smirked at you.

"Yeah, I think I'll be doin' just fine"

Wrecker

He's pouting. He hates the med bay, most of all he hates needles.

"The blaster shot only grazed me, it's hardly worth mentioning," he grumbles as you push the giant ahead of you into the treatment room.

You say indulgently, "I know honey, you've said that at least five times now. But it still needs to be treated. Relax, Kix is on duty today. You like Kix, don't you?"

"He's a friend of Echo's," Wrecker says, "The guy's okay."

Kix greets you kindly and looks at the wound.

"You're right Wrecker", he says with a smile, "Just a graze, hardly worth mentioning".

Wrecker looks at you meaningfully, "Told you".

But as Kix prepares an injection, your brave giant jumps up from the treatment table.

"Yeah, well I really don't need that"

Kix raises his eyebrows and says, "I'm your medic and I'm saying you need this unfortunately so there will be no infections. After that, I'll put an ointment on it, a bigger band-aid, and then you'll be rid of me"

Wrecker looks from one to the other. Meekly, he finally looks at you and asks quietly, "Can you hold my hand?"

Kix blinks in surprise, but says nothing.

"Of course I can," you say with a smile and take his hand.

Kix is careful, and the matter is quickly settled. As you're on your way out, Kix calls out, "Hey Wrecker, catch," and throws him a lollipop.

" Since when do you guys have these?"

"Since the non-clone officers come here with their kids".

Tech

Tech grumbles, "I'm perfectly capable of providing my own medical care"

You nod and say softly, "I know that Tech. But the rules require this check-up."

He is not afraid of exams, he is usually quite curious about scans and the like. But most medics don't have much patience with him. He asks a lot of questions, talks a lot, and it wasn't uncommon for people to be rude to him. Tech always felt like a little boy who was being reprimanded and he didn't like that.

"Today Kix is on duty," you say encouragingly.

In fact, Tech relaxes a little when he hears that.

When Kix walks in and sees Tech, he smirks and says, "Ah, the most curious of patients."

Tech blinks in disconcertment, but Kix says, "It's okay. You can ask as many questions as you want"

You suppress a giggle, you know Kix better not have said that. Tech starts talking and asking questions and practically stops listening. During the scan he has to keep his mouth shut because he's not allowed to move, but as soon as he comes out of the tube his talking continues.

Kix is very gentle and patient, but you can see in his face, he'll be sighing with relieve when this is done, and you leave the med bay with Tech.

Kix looks at Tech seriously and interrupts him, "Have you had any headaches lately?"

Tech falls silent instantly.

"Was there something on the scan," he asks in an almost whisper.

Kix shakes his head.

"No, your stats are okay so far, but your vision has continued to deteriorate. You need even stronger goggles. Laser surgery might not go amiss, either. We can't restore full vision, but we can improve it. Otherwise, you'll have to wear binoculars soon."

Tech sighs and lowers his head, shoulders slumping even further.

"I guess laser surgery would make sense," he says quietly.

You stroke his cheek.

"It'll be fine."

Tech sighs, "That's not the problem. The problem is that I'm the only clone who needs constant medical touch-ups, even if I don't get injured in combat"

"That bothers you?"

Tech blinks, takes the goggles you put in his hand and puts them back on.

"It's not necessarily very good for my self-esteem".

You kiss his chin, and Kix looks away for a moment, preoccupied with something else.

"You'll always be my hero. My very special genius. The person I love the most"

Tech smiles at you.

"That's more than enough for me, Mesh'la".

Crosshair

He never goes to the med bay. Unless he is forced with force, or he is really badly hurt. He has everything else treated by Tech. He doesn't trust all these reg-medics. Crosshair feels uncomfortable among them. This animosity is mutual. The regs don't feel very comfortable in his presence either.

However, he has no choice right now. He is strapped to a stretcher, he has taken several shots, blaster burns in his torso and back, one in his right thigh. Tech has stabilized him, put him on an IV, and given him pain meds. It's all like a dream. A bad dream.

All around him are regs and medic droids. He sees you in the background, your face is wet with tears, and you look as if he were already dead. He wants to tell you not to make such a fuss, that everything is half as bad, but he can't open his mouth.

Crosshair can feel his own heartbeat, all dull and way too loud. Adrenaline. A reg leads you out of the treatment room. Crosshair wants to reach out to you, tell them not to take you away, but he's strapped down. His breathing is getting more restless, his chest seems to be getting tighter, and the pain is slowly coming through the painkillers.

Panic. Crosshair swallows, shaking. Again and again his gaze wanders to the spot where you were standing before. Everyone around him is so hectic, the restlessness is transferred to him.

"He's hyperventilating," he hears a reg say.

Kix's face appears in his field of vision. A relief.

"Hey buddy, it's okay, we got it covered here. Your girlfriend's waiting for you outside. You just need to hang in there for a bit now. I'm going to give you an anesthetic. When you wake up, she'll be sitting by your bedside, okay?"

Crosshair can't nod, but he blinks and his breathing slowly calms.

"There you go. It's going to be okay," Kix says with satisfaction, and with a helper droid and two more medics, he prepares everything for the treatment."

_____

When Crosshair wakes up, you are really sitting at his bedside. You fell asleep in your chair. Your eyes are puffy from crying, your mascara a little runny, and yet he's never seen anything more beautiful.

"Kitten"

His voice a little hoarse and his mouth all dry.

"Kitten, wake up"

You blink. Realizing that Crosshair is awake, you jump up from your chair and hastily come to his bedside. He lifts an arm heavily and wipes away a tear.

"Stop crying already," he says gently, "I'm not dead yet."

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[kostixs]

The reaction of Sturniolo triplets to the fact that you are doing self-harm.

(All reactions will be with the backstory of how they found out about it).

TW: Mentioning self-harm, hurting yourself, crying, screaming.

If you are somehow affected by this topic, please do not read it.

If you are hurting yourself in this or other way, contact a specialist.

Why did you start doing this?:

You've always been that ray of sunshine in any company. I always tried to help everyone around me, forgetting about myself. About the fact that I have enough problems myself.

And people started using these services. They got rid of you and gave you into the hands of others, as if you were an unnecessary thing.

You couldn't stand it, you wanted to do something, but you couldn't, just because you didn't have the guts.

That's when the first cuts appeared, and with them the pain began to go away. Not for long, but it was getting better.

And now, there were red marks on your perfectly thin and pale arms, hidden by the sleeves of sweaters and black shirts. You weren't wearing those funny T-shirts you bought on Amazon anymore. There were no shorts that you wore to skate, showing everyone your broken knees and scratches covered with funny plasters.

Something has changed very dramatically in you, and what He couldn't understand...

Nick Sturniolo♡

At one of your gatherings in his room, you desperately covered your wrists with your sleeves, trying not to move your hands much.

Nick looked at you strangely from time to time, but he didn't say anything.

When you went into the kitchen to get a jar of Root beer, a small box fell out of the pocket of your jacket, similar to a matchbox, but it was transparent, and in it Nick saw something that he did not want at all. A razor blade. There were drops of blood on one of them.

The horror froze in his eyes as you entered the room.

Your gaze fell on the place where Nick is looking and you tense up.

- Y/n...- he turns his blue eyes full of pain on you and you feel guilty.

- Nick, I am...- he silences you with his hugs. Tears flow from your eyes, and for the first time you feel the pain of the scars and cuts you have left. 

- Y/n, why?- Sturniolo sits you down on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and, picking up the blades, ran to make you warm cocoa, which you drink when you can't calm down. He comes and soothingly put you on your head, listening to how tired you are. He doesn't say anything, just smiles kindly, squeezing your hand.

He will have a heart-to-heart talk with you, listen to you and give you a couple of tips.

Matt Sturniolo☆

You and the Triplets filmed another car video where you discussed the audience's pets.

You weren't very talkative, which made Matt very tense. You usually act like Chris, but you know the measure. Sitting in the back seat, right behind the seat of the youngest triplet, you looked thoughtfully at your sneakers (by the way, you were not visible, because Chris was sitting sideways, covering you, or Nick was just spreading his arms too wide).

You nervously pull at the sleeve of your sweater, biting your lip until it bleeds, and then twitch from the fact that Nick accidentally hit you on the cheek while he was ranting about dogs and cats.

- Y/N, DAMN IT, I'm SORRY-you shake your head in different directions, saying it's okay, it doesn't hurt me, and Matt has a huge doubt about your mental health. You've never lied to him. He knew that you had anxiety problems too, he knew that you couldn't say no to people if they had problems, and he knew that you forgot about yourself.

An hour later, the video was shot, Matt removes the camera from the panel, giving it to Nick. It was decided that you would stay at Sturniolo's today because Matt was tired and you lived at the end of the street, and also because they were worried about you (mostly Matt).

- Y/n, can we talk when we get there?Matthew asks as Nick and Chris get out of the car to buy food.

- Of course, what kind of questions, Matt?- you try to smile as happily as possible, but Sturniolo doesn't believe you.

After 20 minutes of Nick and Chris quarreling, you finally arrive home. Matt comes out, immediately grabbing your hand. The guys look at you in surprise, but the older one contorts his face with displeasure.

- And who will help us?- but Matt waves it off, saying "later."

He gently helps you up the stairs and then pulls you into his room, closing the door behind you.

- What's going on, Y/n?- his eyes are running over your face, trying to find and understand at least something.

-I don't understand what you're talking about, Matthew-your voice sounds low and Sturniolo is straining.

"Show me your hands," Matt says firmly. You quickly shake your head in denial, and pull the sweater over your hands harder-Y/n..Show me your fucking hands.

You're still silent, with your eyes closed. The guy can't stand it and, grabbing your wrist, he pushed the sleeve of the jacket up.

Shock and pain froze in his eyes. He lowers your hand, noticing that you are shaking.

- Y/n...why are you...- he doesn't know how to find the right words, and his anxiety is already hitting his head. He didn't keep up. He didn't come when you needed help. He didn't help when you first started doing this. He noticed it late.

What if you had died? And if he hadn't noticed at all how you were covering your hands, and then he would have blamed himself for your death.

- Matt, I am...- tears are streaming from your eyes, and the average triplet is hugging you to her chest. He would have cried himself if you hadn't spoken, but now he's comforting you, not you. His white T-shirt is getting wet from your tears, it doesn't matter now.

- You could have told me earlier...I would help you, Y/n-his hoarse voice echoes in your head and you look up at him.

- I didn't want to bother with my problems, I thought I could handle it on my own-it's hard to talk, and tears choke you. The guy strokes his back in a circular motion, hugging the girl to him.

He cried himself because he couldn't protect you from yourself. From now on, he will be more attentive to you, and will also be open to you crying on his shoulder.

Chris Sturniolo♧

You've always had an easy conversation with Chris. You always understood his humor, which he appreciated very much (because he is very strange, as you know). But at some point, everything changed...You stopped laughing so much. There was no longer that native sparkle in your eyes, and Chris was on guard.

When you shot the video "Blind, Deaf, Mute" where you were cooking some kind of pie, your eyes were tightly but neatly tied with one of his bandanas. You heard Nick screaming, which made your head hurt and you put your hands in your ears, covering them. The sleeves of the hoodie went up and Christopher's gaze caught on your wrists. He gently grabs your hand, trying not to cause much pain and quickly leaves the frame, aggressively tearing the bandage from his mouth. Nick shouts something, but the guy waves it away. He leads you into the room, removing the bandana from your eyes while you stare at him in disbelief.

- Chris? What happened, we actually shot a video-he looks at you sternly, pacing the room, until finally he moves the gaming chair to the bed.

- Sit down-that's all he says, pointing to a chair. You don't contradict, you just obediently sit down, still not understanding anything.

He lands on the bed, moving the chair with you, blocking access to any movement with his feet.

"What the hell are you doing with cuts on your hands?"Chris asks too sharply. You freeze, forgetting how to breathe. He saw something he shouldn't have.

- Chris, I am....- you don't know what to say. The words stuck in my throat like a lump.

- Why the fuck do I find out that you're hurting yourself? Is it so hard to talk to me about what's bothering you?"he's looking you in the eye, point-blank. Which you were extremely afraid of. Such dear and warm blue eyes froze like steel-Really, you don't trust your boyfriend so much that you thought cutting was the best option? I'm not that bad.

After that, you start crying, choking on tears, while Sturniolo taps you on the shoulder with one hand, and you no longer feel resentment in his gaze. He looks at you warmly again, stroking your wrists with his other hand, whispering something.

He will treat even those cuts that have healed for a long time, saying that you are terribly stupid for not telling him about your problems right away.

my first huge work (translated from Russian) if you see any flaw, please let me know

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[dreamerbouquet]

MY BABY GİRL

Mobster!Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

SUMMARY: Mobster Dean Winchester's daughter is attacked by a rival gang.

That evening, Dean Winchester rushed through the door of his mansion, angry and worried with the news he received. As he started climbing the wooden stairs to go upstairs, he met his right hand man, Castiel.

"Dean she's fine, calm down." Cas said, knowing that wouldn't calm him down. He knew Dean's anger. Now it was his daughter that was at stake. Dean ignored Castiel and continued walking quickly. His right arm followed him. "she's sleeping, the doctor said it's nothing serious," he said.

When they reached the end of the hall, Dean slowly entered his daughter's room and found her sleeping on the bed with her knees pulled up. He approached her to see her face, but the lights in the room were dim so he couldn't see y/n's face properly.

Dean turned to Castiel, fists clenched, "how did this happen?" asked.

Castiel said, "Henry said two cars cut off the front and back of them. They shot him before he could get his gun and he passed out. He doesn't know what happened to Y/n." he replied

Dean looked back at his daughter, "she was supposed to have bodyguards with her," said. He clenched his teeth and got angry at himself.

"Dean, we didn't know this would happen. The road to school has always been safe and Henry is not only a driver, you know, but also a good bodyguard." Castiel said.

"Until he gets shot," Dean scoffed harshly. "So how did they get attacked, Cas?" He waited for an answer from his right arm.

Castiel tensed at the question, "he changed course," he said.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"Henry said there was work on the road so he changed route to go somewhere else. I had the road checked and there was no work for today, so that's-" Castiel was cut off.

"It was a trap," Dean finished. He clenched his jaw. "And he did it without telling anyone? This is my daughter Cas, she can't just change course!" He was mad that his man was behaving so irresponsibly.

Castiel remained silent, thinking Dean was right.

"Find them now!" Dean said in a stern tone. Cas nodded and walked out.

Dean paused for a moment to cool his anger. They hurt her baby. Who dares to do this? He took off his jacket and placed his gun on the drawer before lying down next to his daughter. She combed her disheveled hair back to see her daughter's face better. Dean Winchester was turning into a completely different man next to his daughter. Y/n stirred and slowly opened her eyes "daddy?" His voice was very tired.

"This is me honey, it's okay, I'm with you," she smiled at her daughter and patted her shoulder.

You closed your eyes tightly and leaned your head on your father's chest. What happened came to your mind and you began to cry silently. “I was so scared..” you mumbled.

Dean wrapped his daughter in his arms and kissed her on the hair "shh it's okay baby, it's all okay. You're safe." he said as he continued to hold her.

You took a deep breath and said, "They shot Henry, dad.." You couldn't speak any more when you started crying again.

"hey hey it's okay y/n, henry is fine, don't worry about him" Dean wanted to see his daughter's face "baby can you look at me?"

You snuggled further into your father's chest and shook your head no. You didn't want him to see you like this. "You'll be upset, and it'll make you angry.." you said.

"It's okay, I won't get mad." Dean lied to his daughter. They've already pissed him off.

You slowly raised your head and looked at your father, but quickly looked away.

Dean clenched his teeth when he saw his daughter's face. A desire arose in him to find those who touched his daughter and kill them slowly. It hurt his heart to see his 17-year-old little daughter's face like this. He wanted to punch himself for not being able to protect her. He had a band-aid on his forehead, his right cheek was bruised and his lip was split. He moved his hand to his daughter's cheek and Y/n' flinched at his touch. "It hurts." He said quietly without looking at his father.

Dean wanted to know what was going on with his daughter, "Honey can you tell me what's going on." he said

After pausing for a while, you started to explain. "They blocked our way with the car, a few people got out of the car and then they… they opened fire and Henry was shot," you said and stopped, feeling the fear you felt at that moment again.

You looked at your father and shook your head. You continued to explain calmly, "I got scared and quickly fell to the ground, then the door opened and someone grabbed me and dragged me out. I tried to run away, I tried to hit him but he held me tight, Dad," Dean clenched his teeth and continued to listen. "He started hitting me." you said and looked away.

"Come here," Dean held his daughter, "it's okay honey, it's okay, just keep sleeping, I'm here." Y/n snuggled up to her father. As always, he felt safe and fell asleep.

Dean was still with his daughter when the sun started to appear on the horizon. She held her daughter tightly all night without sleeping. This shouldn't have happened to him. He had been threatened with his daughter many times, but he was never hurt. He was angry at himself, angry at the bodyguards. was distracted from his thoughts when his daughter began to stir next to him. In between her sleep, Y/n turned away from her father and turned to the other side, continuing to sleep. Dean covered his daughter and carefully kissed her on the forehead. He slowly got out of bed, took his coat and gun and left the room.

Dean went to his room. As he was leaving the room after taking a shower and getting dressed, his phone rang. It was Cas calling.

"Hey Dean, we found them now we're in the warehouse." Cas said.

"Okay. Wait until I get back." Dean hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket. Before leaving, he opened his daughter's door and checked. He was still sleeping. He closed the door slowly and headed towards the warehouse to hold accountable those who did this to his daughter.

When you woke up you couldn't see your father. You sat on the bed and stared blankly at your room. What happened yesterday started to come to your mind one by one, you sighed and slowly got out of bed. Every part of you was aching. You went into the bathroom to take a shower. When you took off your sweater, you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time. You were horrified by the bruises and wounds on your face. Bruises were also starting to appear on his arms. What happened came back to his mind again and again; The men forcing you out of the car, beating you. When the gunshots echoed in your head, you closed your eyes tightly. You took a deep breath and soaked yourself under the hot water.

As Dean wiped the blood off his fists, Sam walked over to him "Hey how is y/n? She must have been scared" he asked.

"Yes it is, Sam," Dean's face softened at the thought of his daughter. He left the bloody cloth in his hand and began to open the folded sleeves of his shirt. "Let's increase protection, I don't want this to happen again." he said.

Sam nodded, "well Henry, after what he did-"

"I kicked him out," Dean interrupted his brother. His face hardened again. "He put my daughter in danger Sam, I don't need men like that" he grabbed his jacket and got dressed "He's lucky I only kicked him out." he said while straightening their collars.

"look tell you what, how about we take y/n to bobby's farm? She likes it there, I think it'll be good for her." Sam offered.

Dean looked at his brother "that's a good idea Sammy, we haven't been there in a long time, she must have missed the horses."

#Dean winchester #Mobster!dean winchester #Dean winchester × daughter!reader #sam winchester

[bigwishes]

Hey man! Noticed you grant wishes and I can't miss a chance like that ;) recently started working out myself, but I really wanna shock those around me. I wanna surprise them by suddenly becoming just a total gorgeous mass monster! I would love to see the awe I their faces once they see me as a giant arrogant jock, bigger than they could ever imagine.

Would appreciate it a lot! If you've got the time for it ofc ;)

Sounds to me you want some spontaneous growth. so spontaneous growth is what you'll receive.

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After typing your wish you walk to the showers in the gym, hoping your wish would come true. You could imagine the look on everyone's face as your ideal self flexed, how amazed people would be by you.. if only it would happen.

You stick your head under the hot water, most people had gone home so you could spend as long as you want under the warm, calming water. Your muscles felt tense, probably from your work out but normally the water would have loosened you up by now. You began lightly stretching under the water, hoping that your body would relax and loosen up, but you had no idea what was starting to happen to you, as the tense muscle began to grow in size.

Your body began to grow heavy as more and more mass began to pile on your slender frame. It wasn't long before you noticed. You had no idea what was happening but you were loving it. Muscle being pumped with more and more size with every passing second. You reached down in to your raging dick and began to pleasure yourself. With every tug it felt like more mass was being sent around your body until it felt like you couldn't get any bigger. Your dick violently shot ropes of cum all over the shower wall and you took a moment to flex and enjoy your new size.

The wish you asked for fucking came true! and you were so fucking hot, so big, so ready to take the new you out for a spin. But something was wrong, your body didn't quite feel right as you felt it strain. A wave of pain washed over you as your muscles audibly groaned and stretched. You were being grown beyond your natural limit. Most guys who use roids for this never feel the pain as the growth is slow enough for the body to adapt. But for you it felt like you were being torn apart. The only thing stopping you from splitting apart was the magic of your wish.

You thought the pain would never end. You turned off the water and stumbled out of the shower, struggling to catch your breath as the growth began to subside. Looking in the mirror you were amazed as what you saw staring back at you wasn't you, but a roided out muscle freak.

You couldn't believe it. You got what you wanted. your muscle creaked and groaned with every movement as your body was slowly adjusting to the new size. Nothing you brought in with you fit, nothing but some underwear, which now was tight and felt like hell as it crushed your dick. You had to get some new clothes, but not before trying out this new monster body in the gym. Surely another quick workout wouldn't hurt, just to see what your new max was. You could always take another shower after.

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A couple hours had past and you were a sweating mess, you stunk and your skin was unbearably oily. Guess the downside to being so big means you make a lot more sweat, but you were okay with it. A great trade to be this massive. You flexed your new size to the mirror and the few other still in the gym this late. You loved how tiny you underwear looked on the new you and you can't wait buy a new set of clothes to show off every inch of your body. It was time to quit, for today at least. Winding down you began to head for the showers again.

But, I wonder how long it's going to take you to realise your wish wasn't a one and done, no pal. You want to shock those around you and whilst you may not have tonight you sure will in the future, every shower you take will trigger another spontaneous, monstrous growth, just a few seconds under that water and your body will take off. You think you're big now, ha, you're a tiny twink compared to what you'll eventually become.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #tf story #gay transformation

[warmaidensrevenge]

What comes after

Pairings: Friend!Eddie x Fem!Plus size reader x Abusive!Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hello everyone. Taking a small break from my mini no so mini series. Kinda got stuck. So here’s a little request I’ve been working on. Thanks @salenorona23​ for it. I hope you like it. Just a heads up. This one is pretty graphic. So if any of the warnings trigger you. Please don't read this. Anyways, thanks for reading. As always feedback is always appreciated. Asks and comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya byeeee.

Warnings: 18+ language, body shaming, body insecurities, verbal and physical abuse, description of rape, violence, hurt/comfort, smoking, mentions of drinking, and kinda proof read.

Word count: 10,121 oh check me out. I have a word count.

One shot

Summary: Billy used to be the love of your life. Until he changed. What happens after is a struggle. But your friends got you.

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You looked absolutely amazing today. Walking in the lunch room with your cute pink little lunch pale. Wearing a powder pink dress that hugged your curves just right.

Eddie's heart leaped every time he saw you. He loved the way you always had a little smile on your face. Loved the way you moved. The way your wide hips swayed when you walked. You to Eddie, were the prettiest and sweetest girl in all of Hawkins.

Eddie had been head over heels for you since you moved to Hawkins 4 years ago. But he never had the courage to talk to you.

See you and him were on opposite ends of the spectrum. So naturally he assumed you would never see him like that. Like all the girls in Hawkins.

He had a few classes with you now that he was a super senior. And he enjoyed making a fool of himself in classes just to hear your laugh. Just to see your eyes sparkle. Like today. Normally you didn't look in his general direction during lunch. But as you walked by the Hellfire table your eyes locked with his. Your smile got bigger, making Eddie blush. He was so damn nervous that he didn't even smile back. Then when you looked away he felt like a tool.

He had a thought that maybe today would be the day he would finally talk to you. He was finally gonna graduate this year. So this was his last chance. Everyone at the table was chatting away about the campaign on Friday. But all Eddie could think about was you. Trying to build up the courage to get up and strut over and say something that would make you laugh.

Nice weather we're having?

He looked at the window and it was raining.

Ugh!

Come here often?

He shook his head. When he looked at you, you were pulling out your lunch.

Salad again?

He had finally found something to say. When he stood up that's when he noticed Billy Hargrove come and give you a kiss. He sat back down and sighed. He didn't know you were with him. He never saw you two together before. That guy was the biggest asshole.

Eddie furrowed his brow and looked at you two. Then when he noticed that your little smile faded into a frown when Billy was saying something in your ear. Eddie felt uncomfortable for you. He saw how tense you got and how now you were putting your lid back on your salad and shove it back into your lunch bag.

What did he say to make you lose your appetite? And why did you look nervous?

Eddie thought about it for the rest of the day. For some reason he was actually worried for you.

As the final class of the day started you came in a little late. You looked like you've been crying. As the teacher told everyone to grab a partner, Eddie noticed your normal one was gone that day. He watched as you got up from your desk and came towards him.

" Umm hi…do you want to be my partner?" You asked in such a sweet voice.

Eddie looked around to see if you were actually talking to him.

" Eddie?"

" I-I ummm yeah sure."

" Thanks."

When you sat down next to him your dress rode up a bit. That's when he saw fingerprint bruises on your plush thighs. You quickly pulled down your dress when you caught him looking.

" I uhh I bruise easily."

Eddie nodded. " Need more red meat."

You giggled. " Yeah.. guess I do."

Eddie smiled when you laughed. He liked it. You sound so sweet.

When the class was over he actually hated it. This was the first time he got to talk to you and be close. When the bell rang you got up and gave him a smile.

" See you later Eddie."

" Bye. Uhh have a good rest of your day."

Your smile got bigger and he swore the sun was envious of how bright it was.

" You too."

Eddie was so happy for the rest of the day. He was in a giving mood. Threw out the old campaign and started writing one that would lead to a win for the party. As he hung out with his friends at the arcade he overheard a conversation that threw him for a loop.

" Did you hear that Billy is giving Steve shit?" Dustin asked Mike.

" Oh man, you should have seen them in the gym. They were playing basketball and Billy practically manhandled Steve."

" I wonder if he's like that all the time?" Dustin said, looking over at Eddie.

Eddie knew what that look meant. He was asking for him. To voice if he was rough with you.

If he was. Did you like it? Is that where your bruises came from? If he did do that, why would you be with him?

Now Eddie wanted to talk to you. But then again it was none of his business. Still, he decided he was gonna watch you more closely. See if Billy did anything. Then he would have to step in.

…

You were having such a good day. You had finally got to wear your brand new dress your grandma made for you. It was so cute that you just had to show it off. But then at lunch your boyfriend decided to ruin your day. When he came he was really sweet. Saying how pretty you looked. It was one of the things you loved about him. He always said such nice things. Well in public. At first it started off with subtle comments.

'Babe, are you sure you're gonna eat all that?'

" Babe, you should really take better care of yourself?'

'Y/n, you can't ride me. It hurts.'

Sure you knew you weren't skinny or anything. But he really made you self-conscious. Especially during sex. He would make you keep your shirt on so that you wouldn't stick to him. So mostly he did it from behind. But even then he said your ass was too big. That he could barely get it in.

Today was no different. He said you looked pretty out loud. But his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh told a different story.

" Is that fat free ranch?"

" I ummm…no. That's all we had."

Billy leaned in and whispered in your ear.

" What did I tell you?"

He pressed hard, making you press your lips so that you wouldn't make a sound.

" This dress is too short. Aren't you embarrassed?"

" I…I'm sorry. My…my grandma made-"

" Well your grandma made it too short."

Billy pulled his hand away and leaned back in the chair.

You looked at your salad and decided to not eat.

The rest of the day was a blur. You were so hungry but you couldn't eat. You had to lose weight. Billy said if you did then he would take you to prom. So you were gonna try. Then when you were in your final class Eddie Munson saw your bruises. You did bruise quite easily so hopefully he believed you. He was actually really funny. Always has been. You knew the stuff that was said about him was batshit crazy. He was just him. And he didn't apologize for it. You wish you had his confidence.

When you went home you took off your dress and silently cried. It really was a pretty dress. And your grandma spent a lot of time making it for you. You didn't think it was short at all. But what Billy says goes.

You guys had been dating for 3 years and it wasn't until last year did things become different. His dad remarried and he had to move in with them and his new step sister. He started drinking a lot and smoking like crazy. You had a suspension that he was doing drugs but when you brought it up it was the first time he actually yelled at you.

Then one night you were over his new place. You guys were play fighting when his dad came in and started to shout. Saying that you guys were being too loud. Billy got so mad that he punched a hole in the wall.

His anger scared you. He had developed such a temper that you were afraid he was going to hit you. But, he never did. Well not until he came to your house piss drunk a few days later. He was going on about getting into it with his dad. You did your best to calm him down but all he wanted to do was fuck you.

He forced himself on you and when you said no. He slapped you so hard. That he left a big handprint on your face. You quickly gave in after that. Letting him do whatever until he was finished and passed out.

Later on he apologized profusely. And swore he would never do it again. So you forgave him. When you shouldn't have. Things never got better after that. He was so rough with you all the time that it just became normal. He constantly talked down to you and poked at your weight. But he only did it when he was drunk. Then when he was sober he would try and make it up to you.

Like today, you knew after what he said to you in the cafeteria he was going to try and be nice. He was bound to show up with flowers and sugar free candy that you hated.

You folded up your dress and put it in the back of your closet.

" Hey sis want to order a pizza?"

Your brother barged in your room like always. But this was the first time you didn't have something to cover your bruises.

" Geez don't you knock!"

" Uhh what the fuck is that?!" He said pointing at your legs.

" N-nothing." You went to your dresser and pulled on some sweats.

" Y/N!! WHAT THE HELL?!"

You jumped and turned around. "What?"

" Are those belt marks?!"

Your brother rushed to you and pulled you to look in the full body mirror. He turned you around and you saw them. You had the indentations of Billy belt on your lower back. They were almost gone. That you could barely make them out.

You pulled out of his grasp and went to get a shirt.

" Y/n who the hell did that to you?!"

You stood quiet.

" Billy?"

You looked down at the ground.

"THAT FUCKER HITS YOU?!"

Your brother stormed off.

" Where are you going?!" You chased after him.

" I'm gonna kill him!"

" NO! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

He turned around and got in your face.

" GETTING HIT WITH A BELT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT!" He turned back around and grabbed his keys.

You didn't know what to say. It was true. Billy beat you with his belt last week when you talked back to him. You knew better than to lie to your brother. But you had to stop him.

" He does it when we have sex…. I-I-I like it…it-it turns me on. That's why I have bruises on my legs. He grabs them while he does me."

Your brother stopped in his tracks.

" Are you serious?"

" Y-yeah. I like it when he's rough."

He turned around and made an ugly face. " That's gross. I could have gone the rest of my life without that information."

You hung your head. " I'm sorry."

Your brother thought you were crying from embarrassment. When you were actually crying because you were being hurt and you couldn't tell him the truth.

" Hey…hey. Don't cry. I'm sorry. I just thought-" he cut off and went to hug you. " You're my baby sister. And I don't want anything bad to happen to you. But if that's what you like. Then it's cool. Just tell him to not leave marks."

You sniffled and nodded.

" I-I will."

" Okay." He let go and bent down to your eye level. " So uhh pizza?"

You wiped your face. " No I'm okay. I had a big lunch."

" Are you sure?" He nudged you. " We can get pineapple if you want."

" You don't like pineapple."

" Yeah. It's an abomination. But I can get it on half."

You shook your head. You were really hungry. But you couldn't. Billy would know.

" It's okay. I'm good."

" Suit yourself. Then I'm getting anchovies."

" Eww now that's just wrong."

He scoffed. " Says the girl who likes fruit on her pizza."

" Hey tomato is a fruit and it's on the pizza."

" That's different. It's not sweet."

You giggled and rolled your eyes.

Your brother smiled at you. " Feel better."

You nodded again.

" Cool."

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The next morning you were feeling dizzy. Thinking it's just because you were dehydrated, you shrugged it off and went to school. Wearing your baggiest clothes. Not wanting another incident.

Billy shouldn't be mad that I'm covering myself.

Before you left your mom made you a salad but you didn't take it. Instead you grabbed a grapefruit and took off.

When Eddie saw you he was in aww again. Even though you looked tired and wearing stuff that was obviously too big for you. You still looked so beautiful.

When you came into the cafeteria Eddie couldn't help the smile on his face. But then something happened. You started to sway a little as you walk to your normal table. You had to stop and grab a hold of a chair to regain your balance. You shook your head and started for your table again.

Before Eddie even knew what he was doing, he was walking behind you. You were gonna fall. He just knew it. And sure enough you stumbled and he caught you.

" Hey-hey. You okay?"

You looked at him and your eyes were glossed over. Eddie saw you take a deep breath in.

You cleared your throat. " Umm y-yeah. I'm-"

" HEY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! LET MY GIRL GO YOU FREAK!"

You pulled out of Eddie's arms and hung your head.

Billy was walking towards you and Eddie.

" Hey man. I'm sorry. She was about to faint." Eddie tried to ease the tension.

Billy glared at him and put an arm around your waist.

" You okay babe?"

You nodded, not looking at either one of them.

" Are you sure?" Eddie asked

" She's fine freak." Billy said, pushing past him dragging you along.

For a split second you glanced at Eddie. Saying you were sorry with your eyes.

Once you were out of sight, Eddie shook his head.

He's not good for you princess.

Eddie went back to his table and went over what just happened.

" Hey Munson. You better watch out for him. He gets really jealous when people talk to her."

Eddie looked at Dustin.

" Yeah. Once Lucas tried to help her pick up her books after someone knocked them out of her hands. Billy pushed him up against a locker and threatened to kick his ass if he talked to her again."

Eddie furrowed his brow and clenched his fist. " Sinclair never said anything."

" That's because he plays basketball with him. He doesn't want to piss him off."

Eddie looked at the door. He was like that with someone who tried to help you just like he did. What was he like when no one's around?

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about it. He made a choice to see if you were okay. When he saw you later he was going to ask.

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When Billy led you out the cafeteria he pulled you into a broom closet and started taking off your bottoms. He turned you around and gave your ass a very hard smack and start fucking you.

If you had the strength you would have at least put up a fight. But you couldn't.

Billy smacked your ass again making you cry. You covered your mouth because he would hit you harder if he knew.

As he forcefully pounds into you he starts to talk.

" You fuckin' slut! Letting that freak touch you. Don't you know he doesn't like fat chicks. "

Tears rolled down your face.

" You're lucky I'm with you. No one is ever gonna want a fat slut like you."

This time instead of smacking you he pulled your hair. Tugging your head back. Practically spitting on your face.

" Only I get to fuckin' touch you! Me!"

He pulled your hair harder, making you whimper.

" Be quiet. Or I'll make it worse."

You covered your mouth again.

After Billy came he pushed you away. You slowly put your pants back on as he lit a cigarette.

" Come clean me up."

You turned around and he was still standing there with his pants down. Your legs were shaking and your hands trembled reaching for a towel.

" No! Down on your knees."

You gave him a sad look. Pleading him with your eyes.

" Fix your face or I'll fix it for you."

You swallowed and looked away.

Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything wrong.

You got on your knees and swayed again. You took a deep breath and began licking Billy clean.

" Mmmm that's it. You fuckin' dirty whore. Lick that shit up."

Once you were finished, Billy pushed you away and lifted his jeans. You sat there trying to stop yourself from crying again when Billy grabbed your chin.

" Don't let me catch you with him again. Now go clean yourself up."

He jerked your chin away as put out his half smoked cigarette. Leaving you in the closet.

You clutched your chest and sobbed.

You said you would never hurt me.

Once you were calmed down enough, you went to the bathroom. You immediately went to a stall and started cleaning yourself. You hated this. Hated how he gets. But you loved him. He was your first everything. And he was going through a lot. You couldn't just break up with him. You knew the Old Billy was still in there. You had to get him back. Once you were done you went to wash your hands and splashed water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

" He's right. No one but him is gonna love you." You spoke quietly to yourself.

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It was the last period and Eddie was waiting for you. When you walked into class you looked even worse. You quickly went to sit down. Eddie watched as you slid in your seat slowly like you were hurting. He continued to watch you. You weren't even paying attention. You just sat there looking out the window. When the teacher said to group up again you didn't even move.

Eddie looked around for your friend but she wasn't there again. So he got up and went to you.

" Y/n?"

When you didn't respond he put a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked so scared. He put his hands up and frowned.

" Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You looked away and started bouncing your leg.

" Umm it's okay."

You said it so low Eddie almost didn't hear you. He pulled a desk closer to you and just sat there.

" I…I'm sorry about Billy…he shouldn't have called you that."

Eddie tilted his head. " No, don't be sorry. I'm used to it."

You looked at him with the saddest eyes he's ever seen.

" That's not okay. You're not a freak."

He gave you a half smile.." Thanks princess."

You moved a little.

" I'm sorry. I won't call you that if it makes you uncomfortable."

You gave him a half hearted smile before looking down at your book.

" What were we supposed to do?"

Eddie sighed. " Uhhh we gotta go over the text and write what we think it means."

You nodded and looked out the window again

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

When you didn't answer he asked again.

"Hmmm? I'm sorry. I'm uhh not myself today."

" Is there anything I can help you with?" Eddie offered.

You cleared your throat.

Yes. Please kill me.

" No. I'll be fine. Umm I'm gonna go get a drink of water."

Eddie's eye followed you to the teachers desk then out the door. Something told him to follow you. Something in the pit of his stomach said to go.

When he went outside he saw you sitting on the ground with your back against the wall and your head was hanging. He quickly jogged over to you and squatted.

" Hey y/n? You okay."

You nodded. " Just feeling dizzy."

" Umm okay. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"

You shook your head and let it fall back.

" I just need a minute."

That's when Eddie heard your stomach growl impressively loud.

You grabbed your stomach and winced.

" When's the last time you ate?"

You swallowed thickly. " Erm …Tuesday."

It's Thursday. Eddie thought.

He sat down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a box of nerds.

" Here, eat these."

You looked at him and shook your head. " I can't."

" What? Why?"

Feeling entirely too exhausted to lie, you hung your head again.

" Because I'm fat. And those will make me fatter."

Eddie's brows knitted together.

" You're not fat."

You laughed sarcastically. " Yeah I am."

" Y/n please. Just eat these. You'll feel better. I promise."

You sighed and held out your palm. Eddie quickly opened the box and poured some. You brought your hand up to your mouth. Before you ate them you whispered.

" I'm totally gonna regret this."

Eddie frowned watching you. After you were done you held out your hand again. He gave you another pour and watched you sit up.

" Better?"

You gave him a small smile. " Loads."

Eddie got up and held out his hand. " Common. Let's get some real food in you."

You pressed your lips together and took his hand.

After you were up and Eddie knew you were okay he ushered you into the cafeteria. He led you to a chair and went to get you something. When he came back he had a sandwich, chips, and a coke.

" Here. Eat this."

You gave him a worried look.

" Please."

You were going to say no. But those big brown eyes made it hard to resist.

Within a matter of minutes you were finishing off the pop and did a little burp.

" Oh I'm sorry. Excuse me."

Eddie chuckled. " You're fine. I burp all the time."

A little laugh left you as you blushed.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Eddie decided he didn't like it.

" So uhhh you come here often."

You looked at him and smiled. " Umm yeah. You?"

Eddie chuckled. " It's my favorite place in the whole damn school."

You laughed again making his heart full.

" Ummm thank you. I uhhh I don't have my wallet on me right now. But-"

You gasped as Eddie grabbed his heart and fell backwards. He quickly got back up.

" You offend me princess. "

You beamed at him and giggled. " What? Why?"

" Can't I help a damsel in distress without being repaid?"

You looked away and pressed your lips together.

" Umm it's just. I would feel bad if I don't pay you back."

Eddie furrowed his brow and sat back down.

" Seriously y/n. Don't worry about it."

There was another awkward moment when you cleared your throat.

" Umm maybe we should go back before they send out a search party for us."

" Y-yeah. Don't want to get detention…again."

" No. Don't want my knight in a shiny leather jacket to be imprisoned for an hour."

Eddie grinned. You were way too cute.

" Let's go princess. Education awaits."

…

When you went home all you could think about was how you shouldn't have eaten. You could have waited. You almost made it through the day. But Eddie Munson was so nice. And he didn't make you feel ashamed for eating. Sure it wasn't much. But still, it was the first time you actually felt taken care of. Like someone really cared if you were okay.

You sat on your bed just about to get started on your homework when there was a knock on the door.

" Come in."

You instantly panicked. Billy came in with a single daisy, a big box of pizza and a teddy bear.

" Hi babe."

You gave him a weak smile.

He came to the bed putting everything down and hugged you.

" I'm so sorry babe. I…I was such a dick to you. I just do know what came over me."

You gave him a half hug back but didn't say anything.

When he pulled away he sat down next to you. " I just get so angry when guys try to take you away from me."

You started to shake your leg out of anxiousness.

" No one was trying to take me away. Eddie was just trying to help. I wasn't feeling good and-"

" I know. But I can't stand seeing that freak touch you."

He's not a freak.

" Billy. I'm your girl."

He looked at you and gave you a loving smile.

" I know. And you've been doing so good on your fasting that I brought you a pizza."

You looked at it and started to worry again. You felt Billy press a tender kiss on your temple.

" It's okay babe. You can eat it. I promise I won't get mad."

You nodded and reached over. But instead of grabbing the pizza you picked up the teddy.

Billy smiled. " His name is bear."

You smiled looking at it. You then brought it up to your chest and held it there.

See this was the sweet loving Billy you remember. Bringing over food and a stuffed animal. Because he knows how much you love them. Why couldn't he be like that again? Why does it feel like he just keeps you around as not only a sex object but a punching bag?

" Common babe. Let's eat. You know I hate when pizza gets cold."

You nodded as he grabbed the box and set it between you. When he opened the lid your heart broke. The pizza had pine nuts.

" Aren't you gonna eat?" Billy asked with a mouth full of pizza.

" I can't. I'm allergic."

" Allergic to what?"

"The-the pine nuts."

" Oh shit. Yeah. I'm sorry. I forgot."

How could you forget?

" If you want I'll order you another one."

He sounded very annoyed.

" N-no that's okay. I'm really not that hungry."

Billy got up and went for the phone. When he came back he smiled and sat back down. Putting the flower in your hair.

" The pizza will be here soon. I ordered you a small and a salad. Let's watch a movie."

You nodded. " Thank you hun."

" Anything for you babe."

…

Friday came around and things went back to normal. Billy was so sweet yesterday. Reminding you why you put up with his behavior. Even this morning he was being so nice. You could see it in his eyes when he picked you up for school today. He really was sorry for hurting you.

He smothered you in kisses and bought you breakfast. Even though you didn't eat. You still were really happy he was being his old self again.

When lunch came you walked to your normal spot and caught Eddie's eye. You lifted your hand a little to give him a small wave. He gave you a big smile and threw up a peace sign.

You looked so beautiful today. Well to Eddie you always looked amazing. But today, you looked really good. You looked happy. Then he saw what brought that gorgeous smile on.

Billy.

When Billy came he wrapped his arms around you kissing the top of your head. Eddie immediately got jealous. He wanted to be the one who held you. Be the one you got to make you smile like that.

Eddie shoved his feelings for you deep down and tried to get on with the day.

When the final class came up he wasn't looking forward to seeing you. He was actually happy to see your friend there, so he wouldn't be partnered with you again. But when you guys broke off you came and sat next to him.

" Hi Eddie."

" Uhhh hey."

" So I was thinking if it's okay with you. Would you like to be my partner for the rest of this project?"

" Erm what about your friend?"

You shrugged. " I umm well we kinda started this together. So I would like to finish it together. Besides you're my friend too."

" I-I am?"

You shied away. " I hope so. If you want."

Eddie grinned. " Y-yeah. I would like that."

You smiled at your book. " Good."

Eddie smirked to himself. He made you smile.

Somehow you guys barely got any work done. Talking about random things. Eddie found out you were a sucker for heavy metal and you really liked Dio. You were quoting lyrics and everything.

When the bell rang Eddie heard you sigh.

" Guess we shall continue this on Monday. Maybe actually get some work done."

Eddie chuckled. " Definitely."

You guys got up and walked together.

" You know. You're not what I thought you would be like."

You looked at him. " No?"

Eddie shook his head. " With how you dress and act, you would never know that you were a metal head."

You laughed and Eddie's heart melted.

I made you laugh.

" Well you and I know that looks can be deceiving."

" What do you mean?"

" Well you dress like you're in a motorcycle gang. Looking all dark and mysterious. When underneath it all. You're actually very funny and super nice."

" Not scary huh?"

" No. Not even a little bit."

Eddie chuckled. " Well most people judge what's on the outside."

" I don't."

Eddie felt nervous.

You really don't, do you?

Eddie saw Billy coming towards you and he immediately fell back. He didn't want another scene. But you stopped and turned around.

" Ummm. What're doing?"

" I uhhh….I was walking the wrong way. I'll see you later."

You frowned and it practically broke his heart.

" I'll see you on Monday. Friend."

Your lips curled up. " See ya friend."

Eddie turned around and started walking away. He took one last look at you before looking away.

God I wish you could be mine.

…

" What did that freak want?" Billy asked, staring at Eddie's back.

" N-nothing. Mr. Coldwell paired us together. And he was just talking about the assignment."

" I don't want you hanging out with him. It's bad for your rep."

" I'm not. It's just for this class."

Billy grabbed the back of your arm and dug his fingers in, pulling you closer to him.

" Ouch. Billy you're hurting me."

He whispered in your ear. " If you even think about being with someone else…I'll kill you."

You gasped. " N-no. I-I would never."

" You better not!"

…

When Billy dropped you off. He sat there for a minute drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel.

" We're going to a party tonight. Make sure you get dressed up. But don't wear anything that will show too much."

" Umm I…I can't. You know my parents won't let me."

He grabbed your thigh and squeezed. " You're going. I don't care how you do it. But you're going."

" I-I… ummm"

He squeezed harder, making you shiver.

" Okay. I'll figure something out."

" Good. Now go."

You quickly got out of the car and went straight to your room.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

"You have to break up with him. You can't let him keep hurting you." You said to yourself.

Then Billy's words rang in your ears.

' I'll kill you.'

Later that night Billy was waiting for you as you snuck out your window.

The ride was quiet and Billy looked furious.

" I told you not to dress like that."

You looked down at your clothes. You were wearing a long sleeved black shirt with tight blue jeans. It wasn't even showing anything.

" Your pants are too tight. You can see your fat."

You looked out the window trying not to cry.

" I'm sorry. I thought this would be okay."

Billy looked at you and sighed. "Babe, I'm just looking out for you. It's not me people are gonna make fun of."

You hung your head. " I know. I'm sorry."

" It's fine babe. Let's just have fun."

When you guys got to the party, Billy immediately left you and went for the keg. You hated going to parties. You never knew anyone there. It's like Billy purposely picked parties so that no one would see you together. It was a stupid thought. Because you've been dating for a long time now.

You moved around the sea of bodies and found an empty spot on the couch. You sat there waiting for Billy to come back, when a random guy sat on the arm rest and put his arm behind you.

" Hey sweet thing. You here with anyone?"

" Umm yeah. My boyfriend-"

" Do you want a drink? Here have my beer." He said pushing his drink into your chest.

" N-no I'm okay." You said pushing his hand away.

He leaned in. " Oh common sugar. Don't be like that-"

" Y/N?!"

You jumped and looked up. Billy was pushing through the crowd. You quickly stood up and held out your hands.

" Billy it was-"

"SHUT UP!" He pushed you aside making you stumble.

When you fixed yourself Billy grabbed the guy by his shirt.

"THAT BITCH IS WITH ME! YOU GOT IT FUCK FACE."

" Hey-hey man she came onto me."

" What!? No I didn't. Billy please."

You tried to grab his arm but he smacked your hand away.

" STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"

Billy pushed him back onto the couch and turned to grab your arm. He dragged you along into one of the bedrooms and tossed you onto the bed.

"Billy-"

" SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

You winced. He went to the door and locked it. When he turned around he looked so damn scary. He started taking off his belt and you got up and went for the door. He grabbed you and shook you.

" Where the hell do you think you're going?"

" Billy-"

Your face suddenly jerked to the side. There was a stinging sensation in your mouth.

" You want to act like a whore. I'm gonna fuck you like one."

He threw you on the bed and started taking off his jeans. You touched your mouth and you were bleeding. You looked at Billy and cried.

" Billy please." You begged

He quickly got close and slapped you. Cause you to turn around and hold your face. You tried to crawl away but he grabbed your ankles, pulling you back. He turned you around and you started to hit him. This time he punched you. Putting you in a daze. While you tried to find yourself again he pulled off your jeans, ripping off your underwear in the process.

" Fucking dumb fat whore."

When he turned you around again you started to fight back. Screaming and trying to scratch him. You felt a shooting pain in your elbow as it connected with his jaw.

He pushed your head into the mattress by your neck. Making it hard to breathe.

" THAT'S IT BITCH! IM GONNA FUCK YOU IN THE ASS."

…

When Eddie pulled up to the house he sighed. All he wanted to do tonight was stay at home, eat some junk food and watch a scary movie. But then just as he was about to sit down with his popcorn the phone rang. Now he found himself outside a stupid house party on a drug run. He looked around the neighborhood and scoffed. Seeing the picket white fences and welll kept lawns. It was annoying. But secretly he wished he lived in a place just like this. He looked around before he got off his van. Scoping for cops. When the coast was clear he jogged to the front door and rang the doorbell. He rolled his eyes when he heard the trash they were playing. He knocked on the door when no one answered. Finally after two minutes someone came.

" Hey you the guy?"

Eddie gave the him a thin lip smile. " Yeah I'm the guy."

" Cool. Follow me. I have the money in my room."

Eddie nodded and followed closely. He truly hated house parties. Just an excuse to get drunk in public and have sex with randoms. He despised people like this. Rich and not giving a fuck about other people's belongings. Everytime he came to one to supply drugs. There were always some frat guys trashing the place.

When he passed the living room he saw just that. Some big dumb jock looking types knocking over what Eddie only assumed were family pictures. He flexed his jaw and looked away. Finally in the guys room Eddie stood there waiting.

" How much did you say again?"

" 300."

" 300!"

" Look man if it's too much. Feel free to get it someplace else."

Not like you can't afford it.

" Nah man. You're here already. Might as well."

Once the exchange was done Eddie headed for the door.

" You can stay and have a drink if you want."

Eddie looked back at the guy who was crushing the pills he just gave him.

" I'm good."

Eddie started down the hall when he heard something. He looked back at the door at the end of the hall. Yet again something told him to check.

Probably one of those guys giving it to a willing drunk girl.

When he turned back around he heard it. It was covered by the music. But Eddie knew a scream when he heard one. He ran to the door and pressed his ear against it. That's when he heard a guy shout and a girl scream again. He started banging on the door and yelling. When he heard the screams stop he got scared. So he kicked the door open.

The sight he saw made his heart sink and all the blood rush from his face. His knees went weak and tears filled his eyes.

The first thing he saw was your lifeless hand hanging off the bed. Finger nails broken. Then he saw your bloody beat up face being pushed into the bed. Then his eyes finally settled on Billy who was forced himself in your unconscious body. Laughing.

Eddie moved to grab the bedside lamp and hit Billy in the back of the head. Billy grabbed his head and fell forward. Eddie then grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall.

He hovered over Billy. Pulling him by his collar and started punching him until he was knocked out.

Eddie let him go and stood up panting. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and his hands were shaking.

You gasped for air and started to cough. Your whole body felt broken. It hurt so bad that you couldn't even really move.

When Eddie heard you he went and grabbed your jeans.

" Y/n?"

You looked up and were met with very sad brown eyes.

" Y/n? I want to get you out of here. Can I help?"

You closed your eyes and nodded. You felt rough hands grabbing your arm as gently as they could. You cried out when you were moved to sit up.

" Shit! Fuck. I'm just gonna carry you. Is that okay?"

You couldn't say anything. So you just nodded. But thought to yourself.

I'm too heavy.

Eddie tore off his jacket and put it on your lap.

" Ready?"

You nodded once more. Biting your tongue to not scream from the burning in your backside.

"Please hold onto the jacket y/n."

Your hand moved from his neck down to hold the cold leather against you.

" Thanks. Now no one's gonna see anything."

When he went out into the hall you felt eyes on you. You buried your face into his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.

" It's okay y/n. I'll keep you safe."

Your quiet sobs broke Eddie's heart. You were such a nice person. How could your boyfriend do that to you? From this moment on, he was never gonna let anything bad happen to you.

Once outside Eddie went for the van.

" Y/n, can you stand?"

Eddie heard you choke up.

" Y-yes."

" Okay. But if you can't, just hold onto me."

Eddie put you down and opened the door.

You grabbed his wrist and looked down.

" Eddie?"

He looked at you through his tears.

" Could you help me put on my pants?"

" Y-yeah. Of course."

Eddie squatted in front of you holding your jeans open. He looked away when you removed his jacket. You whimpered a little as you stepped into them and he raised the fabric up. When it got to your bottom you grabbed his shoulders and cried out.

" I know. I know. I'm so sorry it hurts." Eddie tried to ease your pain.

Your pants were on and Eddie helped you into his van. Once you were buckled in he ran around the van and got in.

He looked at you. You had your head leaned up against the window and you were crying.

" Umm y/n, I don't know where you live."

You sat up slowly. Pressing your lips together. While wiping away tears you cleared your throat.

" I live near the school. On the corner of 7th and Main."

"The house with the red door?"

" Yeah."

" Okay. I know where it is."

Eddie drove as slowly as possible. Missing every pothole and man hole cover. When he pulled up to your house he looked at you.

" Nice house."

" It's okay. Just need a picket fence and a tire swing in the tree."

Eddie smiled. That's what he was just about to say.

You sat there quietly for a minute.

" My parents are gonna kill me."

" What? Why?"

You quickly looked at him then looked at your lap. "I snuck out."

" Y/n I don't think they'll care that you did. I think all they care about is that you're home and you're safe."

You let out a slow shuddered exhale.

" Thank you. For coming to my rescue again."

I always will y/n.

" Don't thank-"

You grabbed his hand, cutting him off. You looked deep into his eyes.

" Thank you Eddie."

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes and just nodded.

…

Two weeks had passed since the incident and you hadn't come back to school yet. After Eddie helped you into the house. Cops were called and you were taken to the hospital. With your recollection of the night and Eddie's statement of what he saw. Billy was arrested and charged with sexual assault. Getting 3 to 5 years.

Eddie went over everyday after school to bring you your assignments and just to check on you. But today was different. Today was Friday. Campaign night. And he was going to ask if you would like to come. He thought maybe you would want to get out of the house for a bit. If you said no. Then he would cancel the campaign like last week.

When he knocked on the big red door he was met with a huge smile.

" Oh hi puddin'. Come on in."

Eddie gave your mom a smile and walked in. Taking off his shoes and adding them with the others by the front door.

"Hi ma'am. "

" Oh silly, call me Shirley." She said, giving him a hug.

" Is that Eddie?" Your dad called out from the living room.

" Yes dear." Your mom said, letting him go.

He saw your dad walk over and held out his hand.

Eddie shook it while your dad clapped his back.

" Nice to see you again sir."

" Nice to see you too son. Right on time." Your dad looked at his watch.

"Yes sir. Brought y/n's school work."

" Ahh yes. Thank you son. She's up in her room."

" Thank you sir." Eddie looked at your mom who was beaming at him. " Shirley."

Eddie started for your room when your mom called his name.

" Eddie honey. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

He smiled. " I would love to."

" Great. I hope you like pot roast?"

Eddie was about to say that he never had it. But it sounded good. When he saw your dad hug your mom and give him a smile.

" I'm sure he'll love it dear. Your food is always good."

Your dad gave your mom a kiss on the cheek and winked at him.

" Go on puddin'." Your mother flicked her wrist at him.

Eddie gave her a slight nod and went.

It still shocked him how your parents were with him. It's like they never heard a single bad thing about him; the only time they looked at him differently was when he knocked on the door for the first time. They saw him holding onto the beaten you and freaked out. Your brother was just about to kick his ass when you said Billy did it.

Your brother immediately stopped his charge and looked at you with 'i knew you were lying' eyes.

Ever since then. Your family welcomed him with open arms. It was almost unreal. To be treated like a human being by people that didn't know him very well. Or heard things about him. Your parents were different. And he liked them alot.

Finally at your door he smiled hearing the mixtape he made for you. He tapped three times. Slow and steady. Almost like a secret knock.

" Come in."

" Hey princess. How are you this fine evening?"

You looked up from your textbook and gave him a half smile.

" Hi Eddie. I'm okay." You returned your eyes to your book. " How was your day?"

" Ehh."

You smiled again. " Just ehh?"

Eddie shrugged and went to sit next to you. You scooted over and hissed.

Eddie's head shot towards you. " Hey you okay?"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose then out of your mouth. " Yeah. Just stupid stitches tugging."

" Oh…I'm…I'm so sorry. I should have sat on your chair."

He tried to get up but you grabbed his hand.

" Don't freak out on me now. I'm okay. They hurt pretty much every time I move."

Eddie met your eyes." Do you want me to get you something or do you want me to do anything?"

Letting go of his hand you shyed away. " No, I'm fine."

Eddie was quiet. Too quiet. You knew he was worried about you. But you didn't know why he insisted on doing everything for you. Once you had to go to the bathroom while he came to visit. And he talked through the door the whole time. Asking if you needed help wiping or needed help getting up. That conversation was one of the weirdest ones you have ever had. That and the one about where your stitches actually were. Billy had forced himself in your behind before you passed out. Your resistance caused a large tear from your anus to your vagina. So that was where they were. And they hurt like a bitch.

Not wanting another one of those strange conversations you nudge him with your shoulder.

" What did you bring me sir?"

Eddie turned his head and smiled. He reached over and grabbed his backpack.

" Ok princess. I got you your work for today. Which bleh." He tossed the papers on the other side of the bed.

You giggled, making his heart skip a beat.

" I also brought you the biggest box of nerds I could find."

He pulled out a theater size box and handed them to you.

" Got to share them though." Eddie said, raising a brow and looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

" Well duh. How selfish do you think I am? Besides, they're your favorite…right?"

Eddie looked at you suspiciously. With a smirk on his lips. " How did you know that?"

You met his gaze and didn't look away this time. " Because you always have some. You offer me some all the time."

Eddie's smirk got bigger when he noticed you didn't blink.

Oh staring contest huh?

Eddie stood silent and kept staring at you. He saw a smile growing on your face as you stared back. He started making faces.

" Hey! That's cheating." You pouted.

Eddie widened his eyes and made you laugh. Then out of nowhere you blew in his eyes. He quickly shut them and heard you laugh. It was the best sound he had ever heard.

" Now, that's cheating princess."

" You started it."

Eddie rubbed his eyes and shook his head. " You're right. It was only fair. Good game." He said, holding out his hand for a shake.

You gave him a firm shake. " Good game."

Eddie didn't let go of your hand after. And neither did you. You just watched him take out some more stuff.

" Mini cupcakes?"

" Hell yeah! Chocolate on chocolate is the best."

You smiled. " I love chocolate."

" I know. That's why I also got you a candy bar." Eddie pulled out a Twix and a Baby Ruth. He started to hand you the Baby Ruth first but then pulled away.

" No, that's not for you. This one is." He said handing you the Twix instead. " You're allergic to nuts."

You looked at the candy bar. " How did you know that?"

" Uhh I remember when you ate peanut butter and jelly at school once. I remember when the teachers had to give you a shot."

" Eddie? That was when I first got here and found out I was allergic."

" Yup."

" That was 4 years ago. I can't believe you remember that."

"It-it was traumatic."

" I'm sorry."

"No, it's cool. You were okay. So that's all that matters. But anyway, last thing." He said looking deeper in his backpack.

He looked at you and grinned. Quickly pulling out a small stuffed dolphin.

Your eyes widened. " Oh she's so cute."

Eddie couldn't help the chuckle that felt like it came from his heart.

" You like her?"

You beamed at him. " Yes!"

He laughed again and gave it to you. He saw you grab the turtle he gave you last week and talk to them.

" Look, Sheldon. You got a new sister bud." You looked at Eddie. " What should we name her?"

He shrugged. " Whatever you want, princess."

You looked back at the stuffed animals.

" How about Daphne?"

"Yeah. I like it."

You smiled at him again and hugged both toys. " Thank you Eddie. I love them."

" You're welcome princess. "

After a minute Eddie watched you put them down and went for the nerds. You let go of his hand and poured some into his palm.

" Thanks princess."

" No thank you."

Eddie cleared his throat after he ate the candy.

" So uhhh princess. I wanted to ask you something."

" Hmm?" You hummed, pouring more candy in his hand.

" I was wondering. Umm do you want to come to my campaign tonight."

You hesitated for a moment. " I…I won't be in the way? Or take up too much room?"

Eddie's brows pinched together but quickly softened when he saw you close the box of candy.

" No y/n. You won't be in the way. I just thought maybe you want to get out of this house for a few hours. And there is more than enough room for you. Please don't think that."

You were quiet for a minute. " Do I have to play?"

" Only if you want to."

To be totally honest. You were scared. Sure Eddie made you feel safe. But you hadn't left the comfort of your room since the trip to the hospital. Other than using the restroom you just stayed in bed. So The idea of stepping outside frightened you. Then again, Eddie. The amazing human being he was. You couldn't hurt his feelings by saying no. Especially after what he's done for you this past 3 weeks. Even his big brown eyes made it extremely hard to say no.

"If my dad says it's okay. I'll go."

" Yeah?"

" Yeah."

Eddie clapped his hands and rubbed them together. " It's gonna be so fun, princess. You're gonna love it."

…

Eddie never had a meal like that before. It was so damn good that he complimented your mom over and over again. After dinner your mother helped you with your coat as your dad pulled Eddie to the side.

" Don't let anything happen to my little girl."

" No sir. I will watch her like a hawk."

Your dad clapped his back." Thanks son… Take her out for ice after. Her favorite is-"

" Chocolate?"

Your dad chuckled. " That's right. Here."

Your dad then shoved some money in Eddie's pocket.

" Sir. It's okay I-"

" Just take it son."

Eddie nodded and went out the door. You stood there for a second and Eddie came back holding his hand out.

" Don't worry. I got you."

You took a deep breath and grabbed it.

Before he opened the door for you he ran to the back and pulled out a blanket. He folded it up and placed it on the seat for you. He lent you a hand again as you climbed in. You took one last look at your house and waved to your parents.

The night was full of laughs. Everyone was so welcoming and nice. Everyone knew who you were because of what happened. But they were all very respectful and didn't mention it.

Eddie was especially great. He was making all these different voices and being so dramatic, that you were laughing most of the time.

Eddie of course loved to hear you laugh so he went all out.

After the campaign was done everyone cleaned up and gave you a hug goodbye. Eddie then took you out for ice cream.

" So did you have a good time?"

You put your spoon back in your cup.

" I did."

" Good. Good."

" Eddie, can I ask you something?"

Eddie turned his body in the driver seat to face you. " Sure."

You started playing with your treat.

" Why are you being so nice to me? I mean you know you don't have to stick around. "

Eddie went for your hand but you flinched. He quickly withdrew.

" I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean-"

" No y/n. It's okay. It's fine." Eddie swallowed the rock in his throat. " I'm nice because I've always been nice to you. You're my friend. And I like spending time with you."

You nodded. For a second you were silent. But then you grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

" Thank you…for everything."

…

The following Tuesday Eddie was lost in thought. You were going to the doctor today. He had hoped that everything would be fine. He wanted to be there. To hold your hand or just to be close. So that if you needed him he would be right there.

During lunch he tried not to worry so much. But no matter how hard he tried. His thoughts always went back to you.

Then he saw you. You had just walked into the cafeteria. You looked so afraid. Eddie looked around and noticed people giving you looks and whispering. You started walking to your normal spot but Eddie had an idea. He got up and went to you.

" Hey princess. Umm want to sit with us?"

" Umm. Y-yeah. Okay."

Eddie gave you a sweet smile and you followed him to the table.

Eddie did a slight bow. " Welcome to the island of misfit toys."

You laughed, saying hi to everyone.

" Sit anywhere you want, princess."

Your eyes scanned over the couple of empty chairs. You smiled and went for the empty one next to Dustin.

Dustin gave you a tooth smile.

You sat there listening to them go on and on about D&D. With them asking how you liked the game on Friday. For once in your life you felt like you belonged.

As time went on you and Eddie got close. When you guys graduated you started community college while Eddie worked at the local record shop.

It was almost a year after everything happened that you found yourself sitting on the counter watching Eddie stack albums.

" Oh man, I can't wait for tomorrow."

" What's tomorrow?" You asked.

Eddie gave you the biggest smile. Making you blush and had your heart fluttering.

" Metallica is dropping a new record. It's supposed to come in the shipment tomorrow."

" Ohhh. That's cool. Save me one yeah?"

" Duh princess."

You giggled.

Once Eddie was done he hopped up on the counter with you.

" So what do you want to do today?" He asked nudging you with his shoulder.

You looked at him and thought he looked so nice today.

" Ummm want to watch a movie?"

" A scary one?"

" Of course." You said. " The scarier the better."

" Sounds like a plan. My place or yours?"

" Ummm well my parents are having a few friends over so it would probably be too loud there."

Eddie smirked. It was perfect. Wayne was working tonight. So that meant you guys got to be alone. That was always his favorite.

" Well we'll have the trailer to ourselves."

" Yeah?"

" Yup."

" Okay. I'll bring the snacks."

You hopped off the counter with Eddie following you. He opened the front door and bowed.

" Don't forget -"

" The nerds." You finished his sentence. " I would never."

Eddie chuckled. " I'll see you tonight princess."

You gave him a long hug. Breathing him in.

God you smell so good.

Eddie grinned to himself. Breathing you in as well. You always smelled so good.

" I'll see you tonight."

Eddie watched you drive away.

" I love you y/n. And I'm gonna tell you tonight."

…

Popcorn was popped. All the yummy snacks were opened and pop was poured. Eddie had just sat down when you came out of the bathroom. You had changed into something more comfy. You looked so damn beautiful that Eddie felt butterflies in this stomach. His eyes followed you as you sat down next to him. Leaning your back on him. This wasn't a new thing you did. Every movie night you did this. And spending the night was a habit you got into about 4 months ago. Eddie absolutely loved you like this. Being so close to him.

Alright this is it.

As the movie played he was trying to find the right words to say. You had shifted a little when there was a jump scare. His arm went around you and hugged your chest. Trying to make you feel safe. You grabbed his forearm and pressed a tender kiss on it. He smiled giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head and heard you hum.

He reached for the remote and paused the movie. You looked up at him.

" Y/n I have to tell you something."

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled up at him.

" I uhh. I really like spending time with you. And I love that you feel comfortable with me…" your smile got bigger and his heart melted. " We uhh we've been spending a lot of time together. And I really like holding you. I think that umm. Well…"

He sighed. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be.

" Princess. I want us to be….more than friends. But if you're not ready or if you don't feel the same i-"

You moved and cupped his face.

" I love you Eddie."

A small laugh left you. " Really?"

He was stunned. He blinked a few times before he finally said something. You-you do?"

Your eyes were so big and beautiful he got lost in them for a second.

You nodded. " I'm in love with you."

" That-that was what I was gonna say."

" Y-yeah. Damn princess… I have loved you for so long."

You then asked him something that made his heart pound against his ribs.

" Can I kiss you?"

" I-I-I." He cleared his throat. " I would like that."

You smiled sweetly and lifted yourself a little bit.

When your soft lips touched his he swore the world stopped on its Axis. He saw fireworks and felt like he was on cloud nine. When you pulled away both smiled.

" W-wow…that was…"

" Perfect." You said almost breathless. You dropped your hands to his chest.

Eddie grinned and cupped your face.j " So perfect princess. I could do that forever."

You giggled and kissed him once more.

" Mmm. I fuckin' love you y/n."

You laughed against his lips.

He leaned away a little to see why you were laughing.

" What's so funny princess?"

You looked deep into his beautiful brown hues.

" I fly."

Eddie tilted his head and furrowed his brow out of confusion. " What?"

" I Fuckin' Love You… I fly."

Eddie got it and kissed your forehead.

" I fly princess."

…

You rested your head on his shoulder. " I fly too."

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

Hello 👋

Hope you are doing good today.

If you are up for it could you write a drabble or one-shot for Seongjun and Taehun (separately of course) where their s/o refuses to sleep(sfw) with them after a heated argument?

You can make the end fluff if you want. . Thanks so much🌼

trying again (taehun/seongjun x reader)

details: angst drabbles, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, reader has been dating character for a while

summary: he thinks about his mistakes after you refuse to sleep in the same bed with him.

a/n: hello <3 ! today's fortunately another good day for me although i did get a mild headache;; i hope you're well, too 💖 + thanks for the request!

×

taehun

As soon as Taehun took another step, the wooden floors creaked and you immediately said, "Nope. Don't you dare come any closer to the bed."

He froze in a somewhat awkward pose before straightening up and clicking his tongue. "At least look at me when you say that."

You still refused to turn. "Go sleep elsewhere." Your hand absentmindedly reached behind you to wave Taehun off.

"Like what, your couch?" he scoffed, eyebrows growing even more narrow as you bluntly confirmed his suggestion. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Is this about our argument?"

"What do you think?"

There was a tense silence, only to be broken by a long exhale from Taehun. "Fine. Be that way." Although he stomped away, his steps remained light. Perhaps it was his subconscious acknowledgement knowing you were right to do this; to be more mad than he was, so it would be wrong of him to act like he was the one who had gotten hurt.

He should've just believed you then. But because he didn't, now you two were here in this mess.

You said nothing as he shut your bedroom door. It wasn't a slam, but it was loud enough to express how he felt nonetheless. He continued his way down the stairs until he reached the bottom and his steps became trudges. He eventually made his way to your couch and then flopped down, the back of his head knocking against the couch's arm.

He frowned at the mild pain that entered his head before grabbing a pillow on the couch to rest his head against. Once comfortable, he let out another long exhale and said, "This is stupid."

"This" referring to... he didn't know exactly. Not the situation, and especially not you. Himself, possibly? He was never the type to self deprecate, but now he was hearing the complaints in his head begin to call him names. All it took was a huff to ignore them, but that didn't mean he could tune them out.

Taehun shut his eyes and turned to lay on his side. He figured he'd just force himself to sleep, then in the morning, the both of you would feel better and talk it out and everything would be okay again. And you would fall asleep in his arms again. Surely this argument wasn't that big of a deal?

"Great, now I just feel guilty." And lonely, but he didn't really want to admit that, even in his own head.

His eyes opened again and he ended up just staring into the distance. There was no way he could sleep with his buzzing thoughts. The only thing he thought of to calm himself when it came to these kinds of irrational late night thoughts was hearing your calm breathing as you slept. Unfortunately, he didn't have that tonight.

More guilt piled up within him, but he didn't let that weigh him down too much. If he wasn't able to sleep, he'd at least try to be productive with his thoughts. Maybe if he came up with the perfect apology by tomorrow, you'd see how genuinely upset he was at himself for letting you down.

At least, that's what he hoped, until it occured to him that earlier he expressed anger instead of regret when you were refusing to sleep with him.

"I'm such a fucking idiot."

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seongjun

You didn't have to say or do much for Seongjun to get the message. The lack of interactions after the argument said enough. It would be awkward to sleep next to you after all that as well, so he took the initiative to sleep elsewhere tonight.

Still, he didn't want the night to end in bitter feelings so he decided to at least tell you "good night." When it came to that time, he stood by the bedroom door in the hallway and waited for you to leave the bathroom.

His eyes were stuck to the floor while thoughts moved about in his mind. They were all a messy mixture of things to say to you, worries, and regrets. It was hard to focus on anything but the argument, after all. He knew he messed up, but he also knew you weren't ready to hear him out yet. He could only plan to prepare.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made him look up. Your tired expression caught him offguard and he immediately began to feel the grip guilt had on him tighten.

You stared at him before acting as if he wasn't there as you approached him and walked by into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," was on the tip of Seongjun's tongue but he quickly replaced it with, "Uh, good night."

There was a brief pause as you stopped what you were doing to eventually respond, "Night."

"Well... at least you replied," thought Seongjun before nodding stiffly. He tried to turn away to leave, but his body was making it quite difficult. He glanced at you once before finally forcing himself to quietly leave after shutting the bedroom door for you.

Making his way down the stairs, a new regret began to claw at him. He wished he had told you he was sorry, but what use would that have done? He already knew you weren't ready to hear him out yet, but maybe you hearing him apologize and acknowledge his wrongs would help ease your feelings. He was already down the stairs though, it would be strange if he went back up just to tell you he was sorry. Wouldn't it seem rushed or insincere as well?

Ah, if only he hadn't taken that misunderstanding so far. He shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

Seongjun shook his head at himself and walked over to sit on a couch in the living room.

"What should I do...?"

He only allowed himself to lay down when he was beginning to feel his thoughts expand into nonsensical territory. He figured that meant it was time he went to sleep, because overthinking this would only lead him to run in circles.

As he tried to drift off to sleep, he realized how alone he felt. Ever since the two of you started living together, he hadn't slept by himself for a long while. It ached his heart to think last night might have been the last night he would get to experience your warmth. That is, if the argument he had with you turned for the worse.

Seongjun sighed. He was done thinking for tonight. Tomorrow would be a better day--that was all he could hope for.

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[kindred-sims]

"I don't think I feel like going on a stroll today, Caleb, I'm sorry..."

Caleb had come into the parlor following the long work day to find his wife seated in the rocking chair he had built for her. He usually wouldn't think much of it, except she hadn't really moved from it from the entire day.

Which made him extremely worried.

"Are you feeling alright, Jo? Should I go get someone--"

"No. No, I'll be fine, I just--I think I just need to sit here for a while..."

Despite her assurances, it didn't ease Caleb's mind in the slightest. He ended up hitching the buggy and driving over to the O'Sullivan's home to fetch Maeve, in spite of Jo's continued protests that she was fine.

They both returned a few minutes later, Maeve looking appalled to find Jo still seated upright in the parlor.

"My goodness, you shouldn't be up right now!" she exclaimed. "Come along, love, we need to get you into bed."

"Why must everyone keep overreacting? I said I was perfectly fine--"

Jo was shortly proven wrong as she stood from the rocking chair, as a terrible wave of pain shortly overtook her. She cried out, nearly crumpling to the ground. Caleb was quick to assist his wife, holding her close and leading her into the bedroom, just as Maeve had instructed.

It was clear now, that the baby was coming, whether anyone was ready or not.

Jo had mostly been in denial of it all evening, trying to brush aside her pain as more typical pregnancy discomforts. It didn't fully sink in that she might be having the baby until she'd settled into bed, and the pain she'd experienced in the parlor only increased as the hours went on.

Unbearable torture was the only way she could describe it, as all she could do was writhe and scream with each contraction that shot through her body. It didn't feel as if it would ever end, and she was beginning to feel diminished, weakened. As if she would pass out at any given second.

"I don't think I can do this, Maeve," she tearfully confessed to her friend. "It hurts so much, I just want it to end."

"I know, dear, believe me, I know," Maeve grasped Jo's hand, squeezing it gently. "But I promise, it will all be worth it. You just wait and see, you'll forget about the pain soon enough..."

Meanwhile, outside of their room, Caleb was a wreck. He hadn't been very thrilled when Maeve had shooed him out, it was absolutely tearing him apart to have to stand out here and listen to his wife's anguished screams and be powerless to do anything about them.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to all the stories his mother told him, of the siblings he had lost before he himself had been born. He thought of Jo, terrified and in agony, and it was enough to make him start anxiously pacing the halls.

By the time he'd finally settled himself in the parlor, the screaming had subsided. He held his breath, tense, and nearly broke down in relief at the sound of a newborn letting out its first cry.

Maeve had come to meet him with a wide smile on her face, and led him back to the room. Jo was resting in bed, and beside her, lay a tiny, wriggling bundle.

"Its a beautiful, healthy girl," Maeve told him, as she picked the bundle up, carefully placing the infant in his arms. "And your wife did amazing, bless her soul. Congratulations, Caleb, you should be very proud."

"A girl..."

Caleb couldn't tear his eyes away from his daughter as she cooed in his arms, all his doubts, all his worries, slowly but surely fading away. He held the child close, his heart so full of love, so full of adoration he'd never felt until this exact moment.

"Hi...hello there, Caroline. Its so nice to finally meet you..."

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 history #ts4 historical #decades challenge #wakefield legacy #1890s

[rafor]

Chapter 53 - Mysterious Night - The Glitch

A scream pierced the silence of the night. “Help! Help! I’m bleeding!” It was my voice, but I didn’t recognize it. I was trapped in a dream, a dream that faded from my memory as soon as I woke up. I tried to calm down and go back to sleep, but the terror lingered in my mind. I must have screamed again because I felt someone shaking me gently. It was Freya, who had climbed up to my hammock and was looking at me with concern. She didn’t say anything, but her presence was enough to make me realize that I was awake and safe. I managed to croak out, “Oh hi, something is wrong?” She nodded and said, “You were screaming in your sleep.” I felt embarrassed and apologized, “Oh really? Sorry. I didn't mean to.” But I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that gripped me. She noticed my distress and asked, “Were you having a nightmare or something?” I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I remember nothing. I may have." Then a sudden surge of pain shot through my head and neck. I gasped and clutched my throat, wondering if this was still a dream or some kind of curse. She asked, “What hurts?” I said, “My head and neck, especially my neck.” She examined me carefully and said, “There’s nothing. It looks fine. There’s nothing wrong with your neck.” I said, “I don’t understand why, but it hurts.” She hypothesized and said, “Maybe it’s some leftover pain from today. Your neck looked terrible.” I frowned and said, “I don’t remember that. What happened?” She said, “You don’t remember that?” I shook my head and said, “Not really. What happened today after I lost the duel?” She said, “Really? You don’t remember anything? Not even when you shapeshifted to an earth dragon?” I said, “I remember that, but not much about before and after the duel that I lost.” She said, “Well, I’m already awake. I could tell you what happened. I saw everything.” She then proceeded to recount the events of the previous day. How Vexus had saved me from certain death and how I had acted like a drunk lover with Siveth, unaware of what I was doing or saying. It was a terrible story, and I felt guilty for hurting her feelings and making her uncomfortable. She forgave me, but I couldn’t forgive myself until I realized that it wasn’t my fault. I was under the influence of Erebus’, which had messed up my mind in an attempt to unlock some hidden power in me. He had failed, but so had I. The only thing that gave me some hope was that I had succeeded in shapeshifting into a new form. Now I felt like I could really become anything.

A violent storm raged through the night, unleashing its fury on the land. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it subsided into silence. The air was much colder than before, but I hardly felt it. I was used to harsher climates. I was drifting back to sleep when I heard a faint sound, like footsteps in the dark. I tensed up and held my breath, hoping it was nothing. But then I saw a shadow looming over me, and I blurted out, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Freya,” a familiar voice said softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I relaxed a little and said, “Oh hi! It’s okay. I heard you coming and woke up. Did I scream again in my sleep and wake you up too?”

She shook her head and moved closer to me. “No, you were quiet this time.”

I noticed she was shivering and asked, “Is something wrong? You look cold.”

She nodded and said, “I’m freezing. I don’t know why. It’s not even as cold as home.”

I felt sorry for her and offered, “Do you want some more blankets from me? I can handle the temperature.”

She hesitated and said, “I don’t think that would be enough. Can I sleep with you?”

I was surprised by her request, but I didn’t mind. “I think we’d be a bit tight, but yeah.”

With a childlike eagerness, she leaped into the hammock, seeking the comfort of my embrace. But the space was too cramped for both of us, and I tossed and turned restlessly. “I have an idea,” I said. “Can you get out for a moment?” She looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, “Sure, sorry.” She climbed out of the hammock and stood patiently. I quickly shifted my shape into that of an Earth Dragon and said, “There. Now you can sleep on me if you like.” She didn’t hesitate to curl up on my chest, and I smiled. “You’re not afraid of me in this form anymore, huh?” I asked. She giggled and said, “No, I can tell it’s you now.” I felt a warm glow in my heart and said, “Thank you. I'm happy that you're here with me.” She tried to wrap one of the blankets around us, but it was too small. I offered to use my wings to keep her warm, but they were too short. She noticed that and said, “Nah, those wings won’t do much.” I said, “Wait, I have another idea.”

With a flick of my mind, I altered the shape and texture of my wings. One became a soft plume of white feathers, the other a scaly membrane of dark leather. I asked her, “Which do you prefer? Angel wings or dragon wings?” She looked at me with a smile and said, “I think I’ll take the angel wings.” I obliged and reshaped both of my wings to match her preference. Then I whispered, “As you wish, my little queen,” and wrapped her in a warm embrace under my wings.

I felt her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. I could sense her emotions, and I asked gently, “Are you afraid? Do you not trust me?” She shook her head, trying to mask her anxiety. “No, I’m fine.” But I could see the truth in her wide and wary eyes. I gazed at her with my enormous orbs and said mournfully, “But you are afraid. I can tell that.” She bit her lip, then admitted, “Maybe a little. I’m sorry.” I reached out to stroke her softly, soothing her nerves. She relaxed, and then, with a playful glint in her eye, she said, “Oh, you’re so kind.” I smiled, grateful for her words. “Thank you. I appreciate that. You are very kind as well.”

She leaned in towards my face and whispered, “You are so exposed in this position. I could slice your throat with one swift motion.” I countered, “That’s an odd thing to hear from someone who is held in my embrace and has no escape unless I allow it.” She fell silent, and I softened my tone. “I’m only teasing. You have nothing to fear from me. You are safe under my wings.” She smiled and said, “I know I am. That’s why I adore you so much, Nox.” I felt a surge of affection and humor, and I said, “I feel the same way. Even though I could devour you whole like this,” and I moved my head closer to hers, giving her a sideways glance with one of my eyes to emphasize my size.

She gazed into my eyes and whispered, “But I know you’d never harm me. You’re my big, silly snakey.” I remained silent and slithered closer to her, signaling my desire to capture her. She sensed that, and then, wordlessly, we kissed. Our heads were mismatched in size, and I feared that my fangs might pierce her soft lips. It was a clumsy, awkward kiss, but it was filled with our love. She loved me even when I was in this dragon form. Even though it wasn’t my true one. She didn’t mind anymore. We broke our kiss, and I flicked my tongue in the air, savoring her scent. I said, “I can taste you, even without touching you.” She giggled and said, “Ahahha, me too.”

She shivered in my embrace, then relaxed. She was no longer cold and distant. She was warm and tender.

I also wrapped my arms around her and held her close, feeling her warmth and heartbeat. I whispered in her ear, “You’re my favorite fruit. Your flavor is unlike any other.” She smiled and kissed my cheek, saying, “I know, you can’t find another like me. And I can’t find another like you either. I’m one of a kind.”. As she spoke and we were neck-to-neck, I felt a surge of affection for her. She was so small, yet so curious and adventurous. “What are you doing?” I asked, amused by her attempts to mimic me. “Nothing, just checking if I can pierce your scales.” She answered, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, oh, you’re so wild.” I exclaimed, caressing her. “You started this. You’re wild.” She retorted, nuzzling my neck. She had a very weak point, so I chuckled and said, “Guess you’re right, ahah.”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. She had scratched me with her claws, drawing blood. Before I could react, she pressed her lips to the wound, kissing it gently. I gasped and said, “Oh, you’re like a little vampire. Do you really like my blood?” She lifted her head and smiled at me sweetly. “I like you for everything.” She said, then moved away from me, leaving me puzzled and intrigued by her actions. I watched her silently, wondering what she was up to next.

She nestled next to me. Her body curled around my head, and she peered over my shoulder. “Do you know that you’ve got some new marks here?” she asked, pointing at something I couldn’t see. “What? No, I can’t see behind there.” I said, puzzled. “You got more marks like the one under your eye, more V, and my same mark, again. Also, there’s a third one. I think it’s the mark of Akira.” she explained. “What? Why would I have her same mark?” I wondered aloud. “I don’t know. It’s just there.” She shrugged. She beat me to the punch as I was trying to hypothesize and said, “Maybe it’s something related to her using the light sword on you?” I nodded. “You know? That could actually make sense.” She attempted to remove it. I felt her claws prying at my scales, and I protested, “No, please don’t remove them. Leave them where they are.” But she ignored me. She sliced off the whole area, but then it grew back like before. The mark was still there. She sighed. “Oh well, I tried to remove it. It looks like I can’t help you with that.”.

With a playful leap, she landed on my head without harming herself, then rolled back onto my chest. She looked at me with a weary smile and said, “Ok, I’m tired now. Is there anything else you want to do before we try to sleep?” I shook my head and said, “I’m good. How about you?” She sighed and said, “I don’t have anything left to take. I just want to sleep with you.” I said, “Alright, then let me help you.” I wrapped her in my wings again and felt her relax in my embrace. In less than five minutes, she drifted off to sleep, but not before whispering, “I love you. Nox.” I didn’t say anything back but gently stroked her head. I was exhausted too, and I soon followed her into slumber.

Nothing happened during the night after that, until morning.

I was jolted awake by a strange noise in the early morning. So was she. She lay on top of me, feeling my heartbeat quicken and my breath grow ragged. I winced as a sharp pain shot through my head and neck, just like before. She looked at me with concern and whispered, “Are you scared of a little sound in the night, you big thing?” I tried to sound brave, but my voice trembled. “No, maybe not. It’s just this pain. It won’t go away.” She searched my eyes for a moment, then turned her attention to the noise outside. It sounded like footsteps getting closer to us. She tensed up and said, “Shh, be quiet.” I obeyed and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. It was actually a whole minute without air. She breathed softly and peered through a gap in my wing feathers, scanning the surroundings. The noise stopped. She relaxed and said, “I think it’s gone now, whatever it was.” I asked her, “What do you think it was, so close to our village in the middle of the night?” She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it was Canine or Siveth, one of them who woke up early.” I nodded and said, “That makes sense. It’s getting light outside. Morning is near.” We were both exhausted from the night of pain, love, and mystery. I drifted back to sleep as she murmured something in my ear. She soon followed me into slumber.

#chapter #dragon #dragons #elements #fantasy #literature #mystery #story #poetry #adventure #the_glitch #the rise and fall of raphael

[saiacross]

Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 7,457 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 12: Dragon and Leon Pt. 2

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters. References made to season 6 of the Original TV Show......... References made to Chapter 3.5 Mystery Man of this series. ⬅ Chapter 12 Dragons and Leon Pt. 1 Chapter 13 Wanted➡ Master List

Chapter 12: Dragon and Leon Pt. 2 While hunting a Dragon the extent of Y/N's exhaustion over time begins to show. Thankfully they now have what they need in order to finish the job, they just hope that it will be enough. With the Dragon's growing strength Sam, Dean, and Leon head out to track the monster until Castiel can return with the needed weapon. Further into the evening Sam, Dean, and Y/N learn about Leon's roots: how he started hunting. Unfortunately for Y/N & the boys, as they continue to listen Leon's words drive Y/N to drink more than she normally would, leaving Sam & Dean to pick up the pieces. It would seem that while today's goals aligned Leon might actually be someone to watch out for. ________________________ Main Story: Y/N is no ordinary Huntress and when she runs into the Winchesters her life takes a turn. As time unfolds, they get to know each other, rely on one another, and demonstrate they care for one another in their own ways. Y/N's life begins to unravel into her history, present, and what lies ahead. She faces resurfacing fears she believed she'd escaped long ago, aided by the Winchester brothers. Their journey together is one of confronting old horrors and finding newfound strength.

Dean and Sam drove Y/N back to the motel in silence. Dean's expressions spoke volumes, though he didn't voice his thoughts out loud. The atmosphere in the car was tense, and even though Y/N appreciated their concern, she couldn't help but feel guilty for causing them to worry.

As they arrived at the motel, Sam took the initiative to help Y/N out of the car, staying close to provide support if needed. Y/N felt grateful for his presence, knowing she could rely on him if she experienced any dizziness or weakness.

Once inside Sam and Dean’s shared room, Dean couldn't hold back his irritation any longer. He let out a frustrated sigh before speaking up, his tone tinged with concern and frustration.

"Y/N, what the hell were you thinking out there!? You were already hurt, and you still pushed yourself to the limit. We told you to be careful, and now you're in this state." Dean was almost yelling as he paced the room.

As Dean's voice filled the room with frustration, Y/N winced slightly at his loudness, feeling the weight of his words. She knew he was right, and a part of her felt guilty for the reckless actions she had taken during the battle. But at the same time, she couldn't just stand by and watch Leon get hurt. She remained silent, understanding that they cared deeply for her safety, and their concern was justified.

Sam shot Dean a disapproving look, knowing that the question could have been phrased more delicately. He stepped in, trying to be more gentle, "I think what Dean means is, are you okay? We know you can handle yourself, but this time, you seemed to be struggling more than usual."

Y/N sighed, she looked at her hand, flexing it as she recalled the sudden weakness she had experienced. "I guess I’m just not at 100% yet.”

“I’m not surprised.” As Castiel's voice resonated behind him, Dean spun around in surprise, cursing under his breath for the angel's habit of sneaking up on them. Sam turned to face Castiel, curious about his statement. "What do you mean?" Sam asked, intrigued by Castiel's insight.

Castiel approached Y/N, placing his fingers gently on her forehead, and instantly her concussion was healed. Y/N blinked, feeling the pain dissipate, and looked at Castiel with gratitude.

"When Y/N healed Dean, she didn't just use her energy; she used her essence, her soul. Healing abilities are not a typical trait among Kitsunes, and using her soul like that as you can guess can be very taxing even after feeding." Castiel explained the knowledge he had gathered from his research.”Especially without her bell.”

"A bell?" Sam asked, still trying to make sense of it all.

Before Sam could get a complete answer, Dean interrupted with a mix of disbelief and frustration in his voice. "Wait, wait, wait. You use your SOUL as a fuel source to heal me? Are you insane!?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock and concern as his body shook.

Y/N winced, thankful that the side effects of the concussion were gone at this point. She looked at Dean. "I... I didn't realize it would have this great of an effect," she admitted. "I had to do something. You were dying Dean."

The tension in the room was palpable as Dean's anger boiled over. His face flushed red, and his eyes bore into Y/N with frustration and concern.

Dean's voice was sharp as he retorted, "I almost die all the time, Y/N. It's part of the job. But we don't go throwing our souls around like they're worthless!"

Sam glanced between his brother and Y/N, sensing the heated exchange that was about to unfold. Y/N opened her mouth to comment on Dean’s choice of words knowing full well the brother’s past with Death and the gambling with their own souls, but before she could say anything, Dean cut her off.

"Don't say a word," Dean snapped, pointing a finger at Y/N to silence her.

Y/N pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the urge to argue back. She knew that Dean was right.

Sam stepped forward, trying to ease the tension.

"Dean, we know you're upset," he said calmly, "but Y/N was just trying to help. She didn't know what would happen."

Before conversations could carry on any further, there was a double knock at the door. Leon, feeling a bit awkward about his "jar of blood" situation, rushed in without waiting for anyone to answer. "Hey, sorry I just didn't want too many people seeing me standing out there with a jar of..." Leon trailed off as he turned and saw a new face in the room.

Leon's eyes widened, and he hesitated, trying to quickly come up with an explanation for the unusual situation. Sensing his struggle, Y/N spoke up to ease the tension. "Leon, this is Castiel. He's an angel; you can relax," she said, introducing the celestial being to their friend.

Castiel nodded to Leon and offered a calm greeting, "Hello." Leon managed a nod back, trying to process the fact that he was indeed in the presence of a celestial being.

"Okay, angels, cool. Wait, like angels from Heaven?" Leon asked, seeking confirmation to ensure he wasn't just imagining things.

"Yes, more or less" Castiel replied.

“It’s complicated, you don’t want to know,” Dean confirmed with Leon.

Leon looked around at everyone, taking in the gravity of the situation. "Alright well If we're dealing with dragons and angels, I'm ready for anything," he said with determination.

Castiel listened carefully to the conversation, his brow furrowed in concern. "Dragons? Are they trying to bring Eve back again?" he inquired, trying to grasp the extent of the situation.

Sam let out a tired sigh, the weight of their current predicament evident on his face. "I don't think so. Last time, they used the women as vessels, but when we found the dragon's lair, the women were dead," he explained.

Y/N added her own observations, "I think he ate them. The smell of blood was so potent."

Dean, started thinking aloud, trying to connect the dots. "Last time we went head to head with them, none changed into real-looking dragons, but this one morphed right in front of us," he pointed out.

Leon chimed in with his theory. "Maybe the dragon needs the virgin blood like a power-up? Some sort of energy boost?" he suggested, trying to contribute to the discussion.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging that Leon might be onto something. Dean turned to Y/N, asking, "Is that possible? I mean, do dragons need a particular type of blood to gain strength?"

Y/N took a moment to think, recalling the knowledge she had gathered about creatures and their habits over the years. "Well, there are legends and stories about dragons demanding sacrifices," she responded thoughtfully. "But it's hard to say for sure. Dragons are rare creatures, and we can't be certain about all their capabilities."

Castiel, now even more intrigued by the conversation, interjected with his insights. "It's plausible. There are many creatures in the world that draw strength from specific sources," he said. "If this dragon has been able to grow in power by consuming the virgin blood of those women, it might explain its transformation."

Dean nodded, absorbing the information. "Alright, so we're dealing with a dragon that's getting stronger by feeding on virgins," he summarized, his mind already shifting into hunter mode.

Leon broke the silence of the room as he held up the jar of dragon's blood he had been carrying. "But we were able to get the dragon's blood," he said, showing them the valuable resource they had acquired.

Dean's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Cass, do you know of a place that can make a blade with the blood quickly?" he asked Castiel, hoping for a positive response. Castiel nodded solemnly. "Give me a few hours," he said, accepting the jar of dragon's blood from Leon. In an instant, Castiel disappeared from the room.

"Now what?" Y/N asked, looking around at her fellow hunters.

Dean, ever the decisive leader, spoke up. "We track that dragon down again and hope he didn't get too far," he declared, his eyes determined.

As Y/N began to slide off the edge of the bed to join the mission, Dean quickly intervened, stopping her in her tracks. "Not you," he said firmly. "You're staying here. Wait for Cass to get back."

Y/N looked at Dean with confusion and protest in her eyes. "What? No way! I'm the better tracker here," she argued, not wanting to be left out of the action.

Dean shook his head, his concern for Y/N was evident in his expression. "You're staying. We don't know what kind of condition you're in after that fight," he said.

Sam gave Y/N an apologetic look as he followed Dean out the door. Leon looked at Y/N, understanding her desire to be part of the action. Y/N let out a sigh of frustration and waved her hand dismissively. "Go with them. They're going to need all the help they can get," she said, swallowing her disappointment.

As Leon hurried to catch up with Sam and Dean, Y/N was left alone in the motel room, feeling conflicted. She knew they were doing what they thought was best for her, but it was hard for her to sit on the sidelines.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the water treatment plant as Dean, Sam, and Leon regrouped at the scene of their previous encounter with the wounded dragon. Their expressions were tense, the weight of the task ahead evident in their furrowed brows and clenched jaws.

Dean scanned the area, his eyes sharp and focused. "Alright, let's start searching for any signs of blood or tracks," he instructed, taking the lead.

Sam and Leon nodded in agreement, and they spread out to cover more ground. The gravel and dirt were disturbed from the dragon's hasty escape, but finding fresh tracks was still challenging. They carefully examined the walls and ground for any clues that could lead them in the right direction.

Leon's keen eyes caught a faint trail of blood leading away from the broken wall. "Over here," he called out, signaling the others to join him.

Dean and Sam quickly hurried over, and they crouched down to get a closer look. "Looks like we've got a trail," Dean said, a mix of relief and determination in his voice.

The trio followed the trail, tracking the dragon's path as it weaved through the darkened streets. They moved cautiously, knowing that even a wounded dragon could be deadly if cornered.

As they continued their pursuit, Leon spotted more traces of blood on the ground and nearby walls. "This way," he urged, leading them further into the heart of the town.

"Keep an eye out for any signs of movement," Sam advised, his voice low and serious. The urgency of the situation spurred them on, their senses on high alert.

As they rounded a corner, the piercing sound of a woman's terrified screams filled the air, causing them to quicken their pace. The gut-wrenching cries led them to a dimly lit alleyway, where a horrifying scene awaited them.

There, in the shadows, stood the wounded dragon, now transformed back into its human form. The woman was sprawled on the ground beneath him, her desperate struggles to break free futile against the creature's immense strength.

"Let her go!" Dean's voice thundered, his rage and determination clear as he pointed his pistol at the dragon.

The dragon turned its head towards them, its eyes glowing with sinister intensity. A malevolent smile played on its lips as it clutched the woman's throat tighter. It was clear that the dragon intended to use her to recover from its injuries.

"Get back!" Sam shouted, his voice commanding as he and Leon positioned themselves for an attack, guns at the ready.

The woman's eyes pleaded for help, her voice barely a whisper as she gasped for breath. Sam, Dean, and Leon could not stand idly by and watch another innocent life be taken by this monstrous creature. The dragon's laughter echoed through the alley, mocking their threats. It seemed to relish the fear it instilled in its prey. But the hunters were not backing down.

Sam and Leon exchanged a quick nod, silently communicating their plan. In a coordinated movement, they attacked from opposite sides, aiming to distract the dragon and give the woman a chance to escape. As the dragon turned to face the incoming threat, the woman seized the opportunity and scrambled to her feet. She stumbled back, gasping for air, and took refuge behind Dean.

Seeing the opportunity, Dean fired a precise shot at the dragon, delivering a powerful blow that sent the creature reeling backward. The wounded dragon snarled, its once dominant demeanor faltering.

A midst of the chaos of the dark alley, the dragon hissed in anger as it attempted to retreat from its relentless pursuers. Dean and Leon were determined not to let it escape this time. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they sprinted after the retreating creature, their eyes locked onto its alarming form.

The dragon let out a ferocious roar, a mix of anger and fear, as it realized it could not shake off the two determined hunters. It threw trash cans and debris behind it, hoping to slow them down, but Dean and Leon skillfully maneuvered through the obstacles, undeterred by the dragon's attempts.

"Get back here!" Dean called out, his voice filled with fierce determination as he leaped over a toppled trash can, never losing sight of the dragon.

"Stop fucking running!" Leon called out, his breaths coming out in short bursts as he matched Dean's pace, hurdling over debris and obstacles in their path.

The dragon weaved through the narrow alleyways, its half-formed wing scraping against the walls as it desperately tried to put distance between itself and its relentless pursuers. But Dean and Leon were relentless in their chase, their hunter instincts taking over as they closed in on their target.

As they emerged from the alleyway, the chase spilled out into the sleeping town. The dragon's disformed wings flapped frantically as it made a last-ditch attempt to gain altitude and fly away. But the hunters were relentless, their determination fueling their every move. Leon refused to let the dragon take to the skies once more.

As Leon's feet pounded against the pavement, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pushing him. The town seemed to blur around him as he closed the distance between himself and the fleeing dragon.

“No You Don’t!” Leon yelled as he reached the dragon's side, he lunged forward, mustering all his strength, and jumped onto the creature's back with a forceful thud. The sudden weight on its back caused the dragon to falter, and its wings sputtered, failing to lift it off the ground. With a roar of defiance, the dragon thrashed beneath Leon, trying to dislodge him. But Leon clung on tenaciously, using every ounce of his instincts and training to keep his grip.

The dragon's body skidded across the rough surface of the road, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The sound of screeching filled the air as the dragon tried to shake off its unwanted rider.

As Leon continued to grapple with the dragon, he used every ounce of his strength to keep a hold of the creature. He landed punch after punch into the dragon's ribs, hoping to weaken its resistance. The dragon roared and thrashed, its massive form shaking beneath Leon's relentless assault.

Dean watched from a distance, his mind racing to find a way to help until he heard Sam’s voice call his name. Dean turned to find Sam and Castiel approaching with the blade, he felt a glimmer of hope. As they drew nearer, Sam's eyes widened in surprise and confusion at the sight of Leon engaged in a physical battle with the dragon.

"Is he wrestling the Dragon?" Sam asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Dean nodded his head, still trying to make sense of it himself. "He just jumped on the damn thing and won't let go."

Castiel’s gaze narrowed, “I will hold him still.” As Castiel stepped forward, his angelic presence emanated power and determination.

Dean took the blade from Castiel, his grip firm and resolute. He could feel the weight of the moment as he prepared to strike the fatal blow. But before he could make his move, the dragon managed to throw Leon off its back with a powerful thrash, sending him flying into a pile of garbage nearby.

"Leon!" Sam called out in concern, momentarily distracted from his position blocking the dragon's exit path.

"Focus, Sam!" Dean urged his eyes never leaving the struggling dragon.

Sam had circled around the street to block the dragon’s path, with his pistol ready he squared his stance, aiming directly at the dragon. The creature tried to change direction, seeking an escape, but found himself unable to move.

Castiel’s eyes locked onto the dragon, and he stretched out his hand, calling upon his celestial abilities to hold the creature still. The blue-white energy crackled around the dragon's form, preventing any further movement.

With determination in his eyes, Dean moved swiftly. He lunged forward, the blade held steady as he aimed for the dragon's vulnerable spot. The blade pierced through the dragon's flesh, causing it to emit a terrible, guttural roar of pain and fury. The streets were filled with tense silence as the dragon's struggles began to wane, and its roars turned into feeble gasps. The impact of the moment hung heavily in the air as the hunters watched the life drain from the once-terrifying creature.

Dean's breathing was heavy as he withdrew the blade, stepping back from the fallen dragon. He wiped a hand across his brow, sweat mingling with a mix of emotions that overwhelmed him.

Castiel's expression remained stoic as he released the hold, allowing the dragon's body to lie still. "It is done."

Sam lowered his pistol, taking a step back as he surveyed the scene.

Leon, having recovered from the fall, approached the fallen dragon with a mixture of awe and relief. "We did it?"

Dean nodded, his heart still pounding from the intense battle. "Yeah, we did."

"Let's get out of here," Sam suggested, breaking the silence.

Dean smirked as she turned to follow his brother, patting Leon’s back as he passed. "Nice riding cowboy, Drinks are on me."

As they pressed on the group completed their grim task of cleaning up the aftermath of the dragon's rampage. They stood at a distance from the water treatment building, watching as the authorities arrived to investigate the scene. Dean, Sam, and Leon had done their best to ensure that any evidence linking the incident to supernatural forces was carefully concealed.

"Think they'll buy the serial killer setup?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Dean nodded. "They should. We made sure everything points in that direction."

Leon chimed in, "They'll find the bodies and think it's a sick human's doing."

With a collective sigh, they turned away from the scene, ready to put the ordeal behind them for good. They headed back to where the Impala and Vulcan were parked, relieved to be reunited after a day of chaotic events.

As the Impala and Leon's motorcycle pulled up to the motel, the familiar sight brought a sense of relief to the weary hunters. Dean parked the Impala next to Leon's bike, and the trio stepped out, ready to pick up Y/N.

Dean turned to Y/N, concern still evident in his eyes. "How you feeling?" he asked.

Y/N gave him a small smile, reassuring him, but she deflected the question. "So, I guess y'all got the dragon situation taken care of?"

Sam noticed her redirection but still reassured her, "Yeah, he won't be causing any more trouble."

Leon chimed in, flashing a smile at Y/N, "And clean up is all done, so now we can relax."

Y/N chuckled, "So I guess we are heading to the bar then?" she asked, glancing at the others.

Leon nodded enthusiastically, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hell yeah, Dean already said drinks were on him."

Sam laughed at his brother's remark, and Dean mockingly rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you guys can thank me later," Dean said with a smirk.

As the group exited the motel room, Leon walked up to Y/N with genuine concern in his eyes. "Hey, how is the concussion?" he asked.

Y/N smiled at him, grateful for his concern. "Actually, Cass was able to heal me, so it's like I never had one," she replied.

Leon's eyes lit up with relief and excitement. "That's awesome!" he exclaimed. He then held out a helmet for her and asked, "So, do you want to ride with me?"

Y/N smiled and nodded. "Sure, but just to the bar," she said playfully.

Leon's excitement was visible as Y/N put on the helmet and hopped on the back of his motorcycle, wrapping her arms securely around him. The roar of the engine filled the air as Leon revved it up, ready to hit the road.

As Leon revved the engine of his motorcycle, the loud sound caught Sam and Dean's attention. Sam, who was standing by the passenger side of the Impala, looked over the top of the vehicle and past his brother. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Y/N hop on the back of the Vulcan behind Leon.

"Huh," Sam said curiously, taking in the unexpected turn of events.

Dean looked at his brother, trying to figure out what had caught his attention. "What?" he asked, turning around to see what Sam was looking at.

When he saw Y/N on the back of Leon's motorcycle, Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He threw his hands up into the air and called out, "Hey!" in a mix of annoyance and surprise.

Meanwhile, Leon had already taken off down the street, with Y/N's arms securely wrapped around him. He hollered back, "We'll meet you there!"

As they sped off towards the bar, Y/N couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of riding with Leon. The wind rushed past them, and she felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration. She trusted Leon completely as they weaved through the streets, and it was clear that he was enjoying the experience just as much as she was.

As they drove towards the bar, Sam and Dean couldn't help but exchange amused glances as they followed behind Y/N and Leon.

As they arrived at the bar, Leon pulled up smoothly, and Y/N hopped off the bike, her smile still wide. She took off her helmet and handed it back to him.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, giving him a playful wink.

Leon grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "Anytime," he replied, his voice slightly teasing.

The dimly lit bar was filled with chatter and laughter as Dean, Sam, Y/N, and Leon found their way to a corner table. The adrenaline from their recent dragon encounter still lingered, but as they settled into their seats, the tension in their bodies started to ease.

Leon, ever curious, leaned back in his chair, glancing around the bar. "So where did Castiel run off to?" he asked, genuinely interested in the angel's whereabouts.

Dean let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "You know Cas, he's always off doing some angel stuff," he replied dismissively. "It's not like he sticks around for too long."

Y/N chimed in, trying to steer the conversation away from the topic she knew bothered Dean. “Probably best to pick a different topic.”

The waitress approached their table, bringing a round of water for everyone. She took their orders for food, and the group settled into a more relaxed mood as they waited for their meals.

“Alright here is something that has been bothering me. How come the Dragon is so fascinated with you? It kept saying things like; I smell you, and last of your kind.” Leon asked as he looked at Y/N. His eyes were narrowed in thought, his mind wrestling with the enigma.

Y/N's expression grew tense, her lips parting as she tried to find the right words to respond, but the weight of the question seemed to render her speechless. Feeling the weight of the silence, Y/N turned to the brothers, seeking their support in answering Leon's probing inquiry. Her gaze darted from Sam to Dean, silently imploring them to come to her aid.

Sam, hesitated for a moment before deciding to offer an explanation. "Well, umm, we know that Dragon can specifically smell if someone is a virgin. Maybe that's what he was referring to," he suggested, trying to help Y/N out of the awkward situation.

Leon's eyes widened in surprise at Sam's unexpected revelation. The information seemed to catch him off guard, and he simply uttered a quiet "oh," momentarily at a loss for words. But Y/N's reaction was quite different.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her eyes bore into Sam's with a mix of shock and irritation. She mentally scolded him for his choice of words.

Leon chuckled playfully, “Well, that's certainly an interesting bit of information. I think I’m going to get us some drinks.” His eyes danced mischievously as he stood up, with a wink and a flirtatious smile directed at Y/N, Leon left the table.

As he walked away, the tension between Y/N and Sam became palpable. Y/N turned to her friend, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment as she demanded an explanation for Sam's ill-timed revelation.

"What the hell, Sam?" she whispered sharply, not wanting the whole bar to hear their conversation.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It was the first thing that came to my mind, and I didn't think it through," he confessed, his voice was low as he offered a sincere apology for his slip-up, his regret evident in his tone.

Dean sat intently, his eyes darting between Y/N and Sam as they engaged in hushed whispers. The curiosity in Dean's eyes grew until he couldn't hold back any longer, and he posed the question that had been nagging at him.

"Well, are you?" Dean asked, his tone serious as he inquired about Y/N's virginity. His curiosity was genuine, but his bluntness caught Y/N off guard. She looked at Dean as if he had lost his mind for even daring to ask such a personal question.

Sam, sensing the tension rising, tried to intervene and silently warned his brother with a pleading look in his eyes. "Dean!" Sam scolded, hoping to deter him from prying any further.

But Dean couldn't resist a small chuckle, unfazed by the warning in Sam's eyes. "What?! It's a legit question," he defended himself.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She rested her head in her hand, propping it up at the elbow on the table. Her frustration and embarrassment were palpable as she finally responded, "That is none of your business, either of you."

The atmosphere in the bar shifted as Leon approached the table with a tray of shots, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He set the tray down in the middle, and Sam's eyes widened at the sight of the array of drinks.

"Let's celebrate," Leon declared, his voice exuding excitement and joy. Y/N wasted no time, reaching for a shot and downing it in one swift motion. The burn of the alcohol was a welcomed distraction after the intense conversation she had just had with the boys. Sam observed her with surprise, but he remained silent, not wanting to intrude on her need for a moment of release.

Dean followed suit, grabbing a shot and downing it with a satisfied sigh. The warmth of the liquor spread through his body, easing the tension that had built up during the day's events.

Dean turned to Leon, his curiosity piqued. "So where did you get those moves?" he asked, a hint of admiration in his voice. Dean was referring to Leon's ability to keep up with him during the chase after the dragon and then his impressive wrestling match with the beast.

As Leon settled into his seat, his eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and playfulness, he responded to Dean's question, "The army mostly and some martial arts classes here and there." His tone carried a hint of nonchalance as if his impressive skills were just a casual detail. His background in combat training was evident, and it intrigued the Winchester brothers.

Dean chuckled at the revelation, "Ah, a military brat, huh?" He remarked, his voice laced with playful teasing.

Leon's grin widened, and he replied with a hint of pride, "Actually, it's Sergeant Cross to most." The revelation surprised Dean, his eyebrows shooting up in genuine astonishment. He hadn't expected Leon to have held such a high rank in the military.

"Huh, never would have figured," Dean admitted, genuinely impressed by Leon's background.

Sam leaned forward, intrigued by the unexpected revelation. He asked Leon in all seriousness, "Wait, then how did you end up here?" Sam's question referred to Leon's transition from a military career to fighting monsters and creatures alongside them.

Leon took a deep breath, his demeanor shifting from the usual hyperactive self they had come to know him for. He appeared more contemplative and opened up about his past, "Well..." The weight of his experiences seemed to hang in the air as he prepared to share his story.

As Leon began to recount his story, his usual playful demeanor faded into one of hardened seriousness. His gaze remained fixed on the shots in front of him, a clear indication that the memories he was about to share were heavy and haunting.

"It was during my deployment last year," Leon began, his voice carrying a weight that demanded the brother's and Y/N's attention. "My platoon was assigned an escort mission, nothing fancy, just make sure the important guy gets from point A to point B alive." The gravity of the mission was evident in his tone, emphasizing the seriousness of their duties.

"After we arrived at our destination and were getting ready to head back, though, these local kids come up to one of our trucks," Leon continued, his voice tinged with a mix of wariness and curiosity. "They always warn ya about the locals and don't let them get too close yad yad yad. It's just too much of a risk, so we start scaring them off," Leon said, his voice trailing off momentarily. "Except these 2 little girls who were just standing there, staring down two of my guys."

Leon's words hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of tension and unease. The brother and Y/N could almost feel the weight of the moment, sensing that something extraordinary was about to unfold. Leon's gaze seemed distant as he recalled the harrowing sight.

"I was about to take care of it when I saw this black smoke... come out of these kids' mouths and into my guys," Leon continued, his voice now filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. "The kids just dropped to the ground like rag dolls."

As Leon continued his story, his voice carried a mix of pain, anger, and determination. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, drawing the audience deeper into his haunting tale.

"My guys... well, when they turned to me, their eyes were just solid black, and I mean like void black," Leon explained, his voice filled with disbelief and horror. The image of his comrades transformed into something sinister was etched vividly in his mind. "They opened fire on me almost instantly. I scrambled to take cover behind the truck, and they went on a spree."

The intensity of the moment was palpable, and the brothers and Y/N could feel the fear and desperation that must have consumed Leon in that nightmarish scenario. They could visualize the chaos and violence that unfolded before him as he fought for his life against his brothers-in-arms.

"Thankfully, they didn't get far," Leon continued, his voice carrying a mix of relief and sorrow. "They ran through the ammo they had on them pretty quickly, and two guys against a whole base didn't stand a chance."

Leon paused for a moment, his jaw moving from side to side as though he were chewing on his next words.

"I had to fire at my own men, and the official story those bastards put out is that Allen and Reed shot those two girls and had a psychotic break throughout the base," Leon revealed, his voice tinged with bitterness and frustration. The betrayal he experienced from the very organization he had served was evident in his words.

"Next thing I know, I'm being shipped back to the States and medically discharged," Leon said, his voice tinged with sadness. The loss of his military career and the sense of abandonment he felt were tangible.

"They kept saying what I saw wasn't real, just stress and PTSD," Leon explained, his voice tightening with anger. "I got tired of them calling me crazy, so I went off the grid and found the truth for myself and here I am." Leon reached for another shot and raised it before drinking.

The atmosphere at the table was somber as Sam, Dean, and Y/N absorbed Leon's harrowing account of his past. They could feel the weight of his experiences, understanding the horrors he had faced during his military service. Dean's empathetic remark broke the silence, acknowledging the difficult journey Leon had endured.

"Yeah, that's a rough one, buddy," Dean said, his voice filled with genuine compassion as he downed another drink.

Sam nodded in agreement, reflecting on their own family history intertwined with the supernatural. "Our dad was in the army too," he shared, the memories of their father's encounters with demons resurfacing. "That was his first time encountering a demon as well."

Leon nodded, acknowledging the shared connection between their fathers' military backgrounds and the encounters with the supernatural they all had faced.

Curiosity now turned to Y/N, as Leon looked at her with genuine interest. "What about you? How did you end up in this mess?" he asked, wanting to know more about the mysterious woman who he was eager to learn more about.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. She took a moment to exhale, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. "My dad was turned into a demon and killed my mom," she finally revealed, knowing that while it wasn't a lie, it wasn't the whole truth either.

Dean's expression shifted to impressed as he recognized that Y/N had found a way to reveal a part of her past without giving away too much.

"Fucking monsters, to hell with every last one of them," Leon declared vehemently, his voice filled with conviction. Y/N's heart sank as she realized what he meant, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She took another shot, the alcohol providing a temporary escape from the harsh reality.

Sam and Dean watched Y/N closely, their eyes darting to gauge her reaction to Leon's impassioned words. They knew that Y/N's true nature as a Kitsune would put her in a difficult position with Leon's perspective.

"The world would be better off without them, all they do is kill and cause pain," Leon continued the anger in his voice not abating. Y/N took another shot, trying to find the strength to respond but finding her mouth dry and her thoughts jumbled.

"If it wasn't for them, so many people would still be alive right now. Fucking demons, dragons, werewolves, vampires - they all need to go," Leon added, his frustration boiling over. Y/N took another shot, trying to drown out the conflicting emotions swirling inside her.

Sam, sensing the growing concern for Y/N, interjected, "Hey, umm, you know, we've actually come across quite a few... non-humans who turned out to be really nice." He desperately tried to shift Leon's viewpoint, hoping to alleviate the pressure on Y/N.

The intensity in the room rose with every word Leon spoke. His anger and frustration were palpable, and Y/N's concern grew with each shot she took, trying to cope with the weight of Leon's words. Sam and Dean exchanged glances, sensing the tension in the air and the toll it was taking on Y/N.

Leon scoffed at Sam's attempt to challenge his beliefs. His words were laced with bitterness and cynicism, as he dismissed the idea of non-humans ever showing their true selves.

"Yeah? And how long until they show their true selves? They are all the same. Soon enough, the right opportunity will come along, they'll get angry enough and lose control, or catch a whiff of fresh blood they can't resist. It's all a matter of time, really. I've seen it so many times already, some Monster thinking they can co-exist with us and then they wind up eating their neighbors a week later " Leon asserted, his voice filled with conviction. He had clearly witnessed enough tragedies to firmly hold onto his beliefs.

Y/N's hand trembled slightly as she reached for another shot, trying to find solace in the alcohol as Leon's words struck a chord within her. Her emotions swirled as she grappled with her identity and the weight of Leon's words. She wanted to speak up, to defend her own kind, but the fear of exposing her true nature kept her silent. Dean's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He could sense Y/N's internal struggle, and Leon's judgmental attitude was getting under his skin.

"Hey man, lay off, okay?" Dean interjected firmly, his voice carrying an edge of irritation. "Sammy and I have both been there, and you don't know what you're talking about until you have lived it and beaten it, got it?" Dean's protective instincts were kicking in, and he refused to let Leon's narrow-mindedness undermine their experiences.

As Leon stood from his seat, stretching to alleviate the tension that had built up during the conversation, he let out a sigh. "Sorry, guess I got a little carried away. This is supposed to be a celebration after all. I'm just gonna hit the bathroom real quick," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

The air around the table felt heavy as Leon walked away, leaving Sam, Dean, and Y/N in silence. Sam wanted to speak up, but Y/N shook her head, a clear indication that she didn't want to delve deeper into the sensitive topic at hand.

Dean, however, was not one to let things slide easily. He looked at Y/N and said, "Hey, don't listen to that jackass, alright? What's it matter what he thinks."

Sam nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, Dean's right. We can leave right now if you want."

Y/N managed a tired smile. "Nah, you guys stay and have a good time. I'm gonna head back to the motel." Despite her efforts to maintain composure, her wobbling stance revealed the impact of the heavy conversation and the shots she had taken.

Despite her wobbling stance, she steadied herself on the table, trying to hide any sign of vulnerability.

Sam's worry for Y/N was palpable as he gently reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's arm, "Are you going to be alright?" The effects of the alcohol were already apparent, but she managed to nod with a faint smile. "Yeah, the fresh air will help, no worries," she reassured him, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her response.

“Oh but if you guys do decide to kick his ass, please just don’t kill him.” Y/N nodded As she made her request, the concern in her eyes was evident. She knew the brothers well enough to anticipate their rough tenancies, but she also knew that violence was not the answer.

"Alright, just call us if you need anything, alright?" Dean chuckled a bit.

Y/N nodded, "I will. Have fun, guys."

As Y/N made her way to the door, the atmosphere in the bar felt heavy with unresolved tension. Dean and Sam exchanged concerned glances, silently communicating their worry for their friend. The sound of laughter and chatter from other patrons seemed distant as the three hunters were wrapped up in the moment.

Dean finally spoke up, his voice a mix of frustration and understanding, "Damn it.”

Sam nodded in agreement, "I know, but you know he's been through a lot, and it's shaped his perspective."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze following Y/N's retreating figure. "Still, it doesn't excuse him being an ass about it.”

Meanwhile, outside the bar, Y/N took a deep breath of the cool night air, hoping it would steady her wobbly steps. She knew she needed to clear her head and find a moment of peace away from the tension inside. As she walked, the alcohol's effects were evident.

Back inside, Sam's concern was evident as he asked Dean, "Should we go after her?"

Dean hesitated for a moment before answering, "I think she needs some space right now. She'll be alright; we'll check on her in the morning."

In the dimly lit bar bathroom, Leon's hands trembled with agitation as he furiously scrubbed at them. His reflection in the mirror showed a look of frustration and distress as he desperately tried to wash away an unseen filth. The hot water steamed, turning his hands red, but Leon continued to press on, almost as if he were trying to cleanse himself of something more than just physical dirt.

Minutes felt like an eternity as Leon's intense washing persisted, his mind seemingly preoccupied with something deeper than the surface grime. The sound of water splashing and the clinking of soap seemed to echo in the confined space, magnifying the tension that filled the air.

Finally, Leon stepped back from the sink, his breath heavy and labored. He looked at his hands, now raw and sore from his relentless scrubbing, and his expression softened with a mixture of regret and confusion.

When he returned to the table, Y/N was nowhere to be found. Leon's brows furrowed with concern as he asked, "Where Y/N go?" Sam, who was sitting at the table, looked up from his meal and gave a gentle response, "She was feeling pretty tired and went back to the motel."

Leon's disappointment was evident as he processed the news, and his thoughts seemed to be upheaval. He couldn't shake the weight of the conversation they had earlier, and now, Y/N's sudden departure only added to his unease.

The night wore on, with Dean, Sam, and Leon sharing drinks and stories around the table. The atmosphere was lively, but Dean couldn't shake the unease he felt about leaving Leon. As the evening progressed, Dean devised a plan to leave town early the next morning, using a fake job as an excuse, to distance themselves from Leon and ensure Y/N's safety.

“Alright, boys, I hate to break up the party, but we've got an early start tomorrow. Gotta hit the road for that job in the next town.”

Leon readily agreed, mentioning his own plans to head in a different direction. Sam, however, exchanged numbers with Leon, extending an offer of help if needed. Dean wasn't thrilled with the idea, but he knew that Leon was still worth his weight as a hunter.

Just as Sam reached the Impala he noticed something unusual in the back seat, Sam chuckled and called to his brother. “Hey, Dean, take a look at this.”

Dean leaned over to see Y/N fast asleep in the back seat.

“Well, well, looks like someone had a little too much fun tonight,” Dean smirked.

Sam was grinning mischievously, “You know what this means, right? She was too drunk to walk back to the motel, but not too drunk to pick the lock to your car.”

Dean looked at his door realizing, “Son of a bitch!” He then looked to Sam, “You're the one who taught her how to do this, aren't you?”

Sam shrugged innocently his smile never fading, “Just sharing some useful knowledge, Dean.”

Dean let out a sigh, shaking his head as he reached for his car keys. “I’ll deal with you later. Let's get her back to the motel. And next time, we'll be keeping a closer eye on her.”

The brothers exchanged amused glances before settling into the Impala. The mix of humor in their voices highlighted the strong bond between the Winchester brothers, even in the midst of strange and unexpected situations.

End Chapter.

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