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shootingmorningstar · 2 months

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Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

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elliespeach · 1 year

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play nice | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"i'm not incompetent, despite what you may think." ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: ellie and you hated one another more than anything and you had successfully avoided each other for nearly two years before being forced to patrol together. the day you two endured happened to be a lot more than just patrol and despite hating your guts, ellie is determined to keep you safe. warnings: lowkey mean!ellie, scary men, ellie n reader defend themselves w guns (animal death), lots of swearing, being chased, being stranded in remote location wordcount: 6k+ author note: guysssss i love the fuck out of this trope i hope i did it justice, got a bit carried away w the wordcount but i like it that way cus i dont think this will be a series!

the early morning of the jackson crowd woke you yet again, groggy and hungover you squirmed out of bed. you were supposed to be off today, taking the day to rest and recover from last night but maria had other plans for you. she had asked if you could pick up a patrol shift, a route no one likes taking, for a guy no one really likes anyway. you said yeah because you owe maria a favor, hating yourself for allowing your one day off to be tarnished.

grumpy, you threw on your usual patrol outfit. a heavy jacket, a sweater underneath, jeans and a trusty pair of boots. the clock read only thirty minutes before you were to be posted and figured you would stop on the way to grab breakfast.

you gave sleepy hellos to your neighbors as you passed. a lot of them shoveling their sidewalks from the snow that blanketed the earth the night before, they would be doing it all day and suddenly you were that upset about patrol duty. it beats shoveling snow.

entering the restaurant the smell of bacon and eggs filled your nose, making your stomach lurch in your body. the hangover really settling in, you almost opted to not get food. but you saw maria at the end of the counter, leaning over and chatting with the line cook.

“mornin’ maria,” you plastered on the best smile you could muster at the moment. “who am i with today? i didn’t check the schedule.”

maria’s face faltered, “so that’s why you said yes,” you looked at her confused. “you can’t back out on me now.”

“maria, what’re you talking about?” you questioned, but with the expression on her face, you came to a realization that your day was about to get a whole lot worse. “i’m not going if she is.”

she sighed your name, “you girls were friendly once, you can’t play nice for one day?”

“ellie can’t play nice.” you stated as a fact. and it was.

ellie and you had a complicated history, arriving in jackson only a few days after she did, you two had become an inseparable pair. what wasn’t obvious to everyone else at the time was that you both had feelings for one another despite being young teenagers.

one day, in her garage, ellie and you had been listening to music together while she drew in her sketchbook. you had been watching her the whole time, admiring how talented she was. at this point in time, you knew she liked you as much as you did her–or at least you thought you did. when you tried to kiss her that day, she freaked out on you and pushed you off her bed in a hurry.

you had felt betrayed by the only person in jackson you truly trusted with anything. you never spoke of it again, in fact you never really spoke to her again about anything. you two became distant, avoiding each other at all costs because when you were in close proximity you’d fight like cats and dogs. you couldn’t hold in your snide remarks and neither could she, but when she spoke her mind it was always more cruel than you could ever imagine.

you hated ellie williams and now you are expected to be on a full-day patrol with her. you couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of day you were about to have, regretting any and all decisions that led to this moment.

“so you play nice. i won’t ask you to work with her again after today, promise.” maria begged and you rolled your eyes accepting her offer.

you said your goodbyes and maria handed you two sandwiches to go, hoping that a sandwich will fix the multiple years of hatred burning inside of ellie for you. knowing it wouldn’t work but not wanting to waste food, you obliged by taking the food and going on your way.

your walk was slow to the stables, wanting to prolong the long day ahead of you. when you reached your destination you saw ellie at the end of the barn. she was patting her horse, shimmer, and readying her for the trip. “fuck,” you whispered to yourself before making your way over.

as you approached her, ellie went stiff and turned her back. not you.

“maria got us these sandwiches,” you said plainly, holding out one of them to her. her eyes were dull, along with her expression and it made your blood boil. “well?” you asked, already impatient with her.

“ate already.” ellie responded quickly before grabbing the reins on shimmer and leading her out of the barn.

you silently mouthed, “wow.” to yourself before packing the food in your backpack for later. taking your horse from his pen, you lead him in the same direction as ellie. you came upon the gate and mounted your horse before pulling beside ellie, stealing a quick look at her.

ellie darted her eyes away from you quickly as she saw your head turn towards her, feeling a hatred burning in her chest and she thought she saw you roll your eyes in her peripheral vision. you’d never admit this, barely admitting it to yourself, but despite all the loathing you felt for her you still found yourself attracted to her all these years later. it sucks that she is a bitch, otherwise maybe you two would have been something.

the usual spiel of being safe, record keeping and more was being announced but ellie’s voice carried its way over to you. “do you even know where we’re going?”

you scoffed, “i’m not incompetent, despite what you may think.”

she turned her head towards you, a fake smile splayed across her face. “i don’t think, i know.”

“oh, fuck you, williams.” you spat at her, looking back towards the gate, not wanting to remember she’s right next to you.

but she was, in all her rudeness. “don’t you wish,” she said casually in a mocking tone. you had to stop your mouth from dropping open at her comment. she knew exactly what she was saying to you, and it just confirmed that there is no fixing this relationship if she could make a comment that low.

the alarms went off and the horses started to ride out of jackson. you followed suit, leading your horse out of the gate and turning right down the snow covered path. ellie followed behind you at a distance and you liked it that way.

ellie was watching you from behind, steering your horse through the pathway. for some reason, she couldn’t pull her eyes off of you the entire trip to the first look-out. her mind plagued her with thoughts of you and she dared not to trespass into that territory again. coming up on the familiar look-out, she pushed the thoughts away and replaced them with the hurtful things you’ve said to her over the years which did little to comfort her either.

“just wait, i’ll mark the book.” you said, dismounting your horse and heading into the small building. you had always figured it was a radio tower as a giant broken satellite was perched on the roof, slamming open the garage door you made your way inside.

“i’ll come with, don’t need you fuckin’ up the book.” ellie remarked behind you and you rolled your eyes as she passed you, just having to be the first one to the log book and she was. she beat you to the pen and began writing that there was no infected in the area.

as ellie finished writing, she searched around the room for you. you were standing by the window, eyes peeking into the binoculars overlooking the route you two were going to be taking.

“lemme look,” she insisted, reaching up to snatch them from your hand. you pulled it away quickly, swatting her hand.

“i’m fucking capable of looking through these things.” you nearly yelled.

“you’re not even wearing your glasses, give it to me.” she growled beside you, again reaching for the binoculars as you held them away from her.

“how kind of you to notice,” you said sarcastically, gently pushing her away from you.

“you look better with them on, princess.” she hissed using the nickname she had given you years ago. it felt strange to hear it again, especially in such a negative way. ellie eventually gives up on taking the binoculars from you. you started to peer through them again, making out your path as she huffed beside you. she was acting bored, fake kicking the debris that littered the floor, leaning her back against the window staring into the room behind you.

looking away from the view for a split second, catching her eyes you retorted, “you look better without them on, figured i’d at least try and have a good day.” a devilish smile washed over your face and ellie didn’t respond. you brought the binoculars back up to your eyes and they widened with fright.

from your viewpoint you were able to see multiple men all on horseback and guns at their side, they weren’t jackson men as you would have recognized them immediately. they had blood stained clothes and looked like they haven’t showered in weeks. but the most disturbing thing you saw was a person, naked and shaking in the cold tied by their neck to one of the horses, being pulled along. this wasn’t a group to be stumbled upon by and they were right smack in the middle of your route about two miles from you both, getting closer to jackson with every step. “oh, fuck me..” you trailed off and ellie chuckled beside you.

“like i said, you wis–”

“ellie, look!” you hissed, shoving the binoculars in her hand but she wouldn’t take them.

“no, apparently i can’t handle it or something!” she shoved them back in your hands.

“ellie, would you just look while i radio the other patrols?” you basically begged and ellie heard the fear in your voice. knowing you would never let her see you this way, she sat up straight taking the binoculars from you. she watched as you ran to the table with the log book, getting your radio ready.

she peered through them and saw what you did and ellie’s demeanor changed swiftly. she turned back to look at you, panicking because the radio wasn’t transmitting. “fuck, this stupid thing!” you yelled, banging it against your hands so hard you thought you might leave a bruise.

ellie acted fast, throwing the log book into a damaged closet to leave no trace and picking up her backpack. “if we can’t get a signal here, we gotta move to where we can get one. the closest patrol is ten miles in the other direction, we can beat them there, they aren’t going fast.”

she glanced at you, ready to move and you were frozen still trying to get the radio to work. she rounded on you and stopped yourself from breaking your own hand with the radio. “we have to move, okay? they won’t touch you, i promise.”

her promise seemed sincere and in the moment you didn’t question it. you nodded your head and took a deep breath before she handed you her bag. you both sprinted to your horses, but not before ellie closed the garage with a loud thud. getting on horseback, ellie led the way, weaving in and out of trees staying off the path so as to not cause suspicion with the tracks in the snow.

you followed suit, not letting her gain more than a few yards on you at a time. after about ten minutes of what seemed like endless trees you came upon an opening to a road. you didn’t recognize it, and as you came up beside ellie it looked like she didn’t either. you looked around desperately, fearing the men you had seen and what would happen to you both if they found you.

“nothing on the radio?” she asked you, pulling her horse near you.

“no, nothing.” you stated shakily, fiddling with the small radio.

“shit,” she cursed aloud, but not loud enough for anyone else but you to hear. “c’mon, this way.” she led you down the road and as you came over a small hill a building came into the picture, a large building that looked like an old grocery store.

as you were about to pull the radio from your back pocket, ellie and you both snapped your necks in the direction you had just come from. there was the distant sound of hooves, even in the snow and laughing that wasn’t the good kind. “they found our trail, in the building, now!” she snapped at you quietly and not seeing any other idea, you followed her. leading your horses into an empty window in the building and securing them in a locked office.

the building was ransacked, absolutely nothing in sight but garbage and dead infected bodies. “if there is dead infected, this area must get patrolled,” ellie thought out loud, looking at the mangled bodies.

“or they found it before we did,” you did the same, stepping over a dead infected woman. horses neighing outside brought you to a halt and ellie didn’t think twice about grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of view. shuffling past large empty boxes and even more dead infected there was a door labeled exit and ellie busted it open, shoving you inside before her. as she closed the door behind her, she heard glass breaking and men’s voices.

you looked around in the small hallway, it was dark but you were able to see a small dim light peeking through a knocked over bookcase at the end. “ellie,” you whispered, pointing to the bookcase. quietly moving towards it, you started to lift up the bookcase revealing a large storage room with loading docks. placing the bookcase back down to block the entrance as quiet as you could.

she nodded her head towards the loading doors, they were closed but not locked. you were about to lift them up for an escape when the exit door burst open and all that stood in between them and you two was the bookcase. you snapped your head in that direction and ellie grasped your arm, pulling you behind a large shipping crate.

in good timing because as soon as you were secure the bookcase fell over with a loud bang that made you jump. you looked to ellie, who was trying to peek around the crate to catch a look. ellie saw three men stumble into the large room, guns and various other weapons on their belts. “come on out now!” one bellowed, causing you to grab ellie’s arm instinctively and she let you, not pulling it away in the slightest.

ellie saw them looking around corners when one approached the loading doors, seeing it unlocked. “must’ve slipped out,” the brute snarled, fiddling with the door handle.”grab their horses, let’s go get their trail!” they triumphed, slowly leaving through the door they came in. the rest of their crew must be waiting out front, ellie knew this was your only chance.

once the cost was clear ellie turned to you, “they’ll expect us to go through the back, let’s go back the way we came.” she whispered, taking her arm back. you nodded and followed her, she quickly moved past the bookcase and towards the door they had left wide open. seeing no one, and not hearing your horses she waved you on, exiting the grocery store through the broken window in which you had entered.

coming back into the daylight their horse tracks went to the back of the building and you both took this opportunity to run into the trees on the opposite side of the deserted road. as you jumped into the snowy landscape, a horse neighed furiously. “hey! i see ‘em!” a grunty voice shouted and you and ellie took off running through the woods. you were following ellie, who was hoping this was the correct way back. but back where? where could she take you on foot they wouldn’t be able to catch up? the nearest patrol is miles out, but when you two didn’t show up for check in they would come looking. that could be hours before they find you, stumbling through the cold woods and ellie worried that you two wouldn’t make it through the night if you could get away from these guys.

she pushed all of that away, focusing on the task at hand which was to get you away from them. you ran for a while, the woods came to life with sound, the horses behind you trying to bob and weave through the harsh trees, the heavy breathing of you and ellie crashing into the soft snow below you and the sinister sound of the men laughing as they narrowed down on you two.

“keep running!” ellie shouted back to you as you passed her, she stopped reaching for her rifle and cocking it back. you didn’t listen, instead taking your pistol out at the same time. ellie was able to shoot down one of the men who had tried to flank them, his body tumbling down to the ground and his blood desecrating the pure white snow.

focusing your vision as ellie reloaded her gun, you shot quickly. the bullet grazing one of the brutes in the cheek and he clutched his cheek as he barreled down on ellie–whose gun was jammed. you shot again, this time aiming for the horse’s legs and it went down before you could blink, hurdling the giant into a tree. he laid on the ground motionless as his buddies grew more angry, you grabbed ellie’s arm and she looked up to you with panicked eyes, slinging her forward in front of you she began running but not before checking that you were right behind her.

hoping that the bodies of their friends would slow them down, you both sprinted away from the grizzly scene. ellie was in front of you, the tussle with them discombobulated her and she wasn’t sure what direction she was going in. everything was happening too fast for her to be able to stop and figure it out, and as she looked back to check on you and the proximity of her attackers she saw your eyes widen and as you screamed her name, she fell down an embankment.

you didn’t think twice, knowing this would be a good barrier between you and your pursuers. ellie was already halfway down as you threw yourself down the steep hill, the trees spun around you and you couldn’t see anything. you could make out ellie as you tumbled, rolling uncontrollably and it seemed even faster than you were. it felt like years before you came to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

you groaned, lifting your head up and not seeing anyone following you. you put all your effort into sitting up and you clutched your side as you did. you cursed, your bag was missing, probably buried in snow somewhere and as you looked around you saw ellie. she was laying next to a tree, limp and moaning in pain. in a panic you tried to stand up but the pain in your side prevented you from moving even two steps so you crawled to her. “ellie!” you shouted, coming to her side. “ellie, are you okay?” you yelled again, shaking her lightly. looking back up the embankment, you didn’t see the men anymore and hoped they went to clean up their friends.

as your eyes came back to ellie, she rolled over and in between big breaths she was able to get out, “hit.. the fuckin…tree.” she groaned, grasping at her limp arm. “fuck..my arm!”

“c’mon, williams we gotta go,” you stated, looking around for her backpack since yours was nowhere in sight. you noticed it a few feet away and you used the tree to force yourself up, ellie saw you struggling and tried to get up on her own so you wouldn’t have to help her in your condition. taking her pack and slinging it on your shoulders you went back to her, she was leaning against the tree now, facing the embankment.

you reached out your hand to her and you couldn’t read her face as she took it with her good arm, pulling herself up with a huff. your side screamed in pain as you trudged on, taking in short breaths even though you could barely breathe to begin with. ellie limped behind you, her limp arm at her side and every step she winced in pain. fully realizing you two were lost in the woods, you kept going in hopes of seeing jackson at some point.

the men didn’t make any appearances and the further you walked the more you felt safe. the fresh snowfall that started was covering your tracks in the deep snow. walking in silence felt like the right thing to do, the adrenaline wearing off would mean bickering again and you liked the quiet sounds of the forest, and the occasional grunt from ellie behind you. the sun was nearly behind the mountains before ellie spotted a small hunting cabin to the left of your makeshift path.

it was dainty, and probably only one room but as you both approached it, it was looking more and more inviting than the harshness of the cold you two had been enduring the last couple of hours. knocking on the door roughly and not hearing anything inside, you opened the wooden front door. it was small. the abandoned shelter was illuminated by the setting sun through the windows, you saw a fireplace that had more spider-webs than you’d ever seen. the “kitchen” immediately next to it consisted of a broken and ransacked fridge, a sink and only two cabinets.

you smacked ellie’s pack down on the counter, and finally felt a smidge of peace. looking up and noticing there was no living room area in the single room, just a creaky wooden bed that ellie had sat down on still clutching her arm. you looked around and saw a wooden chair, smashed to pieces you shuffled over, taking as many as you could carry before tossing them into the empty fireplace. ellie watched as you did, wishing she could be more help but her arm was killing her and she worried it was more than just a break.

she saw you wince as you bent down to pick up more wood and she had to look away, not being able to see you hurt for some reason. “we should splint your arm,” you suggested, tossing more wood into the fireplace but keeping a smaller, thicker stick in your hands. ellie just nodded and let you approach her and as you went to unzip her jacket she flinched back. “i can’t do it with your jacket on.” you snapped, your shitty mood pouring out onto her.

she softened her face and unzipped her own jacket but needed your help taking it off completely. as you were slowly pulling it off her bad arm, she sighed deeply. her arm was revealed, having only worn a short sleeve under her jacket and you wondered how she wasn’t frozen solid by now. “jesus, els.” you breathed out as you looked upon her arm. it was black and blue all over, some spots were a bright yellow and you held back from gagging. the redness from being cold didn’t help make it look better either.

“i’m fine,” she lied, not liking you taking care of her. “just make the fire first, would you?”

not surprised with her attitude, you obliged because you were even still freezing. the sun was barely shining in the windows anymore and you knelt beside the wood and picked a few of the smaller pieces of wood. taking your knife, you whittled off sections, leaving them attached at the bottom to the main piece of wood to work as tinder. and as you worked, ellie watched. she admired your survival skills, remembering that this is what kept you alive before jackson.

ellie and you knew more about each other than you’d ever admit. being as close as you two were for months, you often had long talks in her garage to distract yourselves from the mutual lingering feeling of longing for one another. but as she observed you working, she remained silent and you did too, feeling her eyes burning into your back.

the fire bursted to life with flames and you backed away, feeding it more kindling from the broken chair. ellie felt the warmth from the bed and now that she wasn’t numb from being cold, her arm was feeling worse. she didn’t dare look down at it, you turned to see her struggling to find comfort. you took off your jacket, the cozy cabin becoming warmer with every second that passed. tearing at the bottom of your shirt got her attention, you ripped until you had a long enough strip to work with.

taking the wooden piece that you are using as a splint you kneeled in front of her. “give me your arm,” you said, your hand hovering in front of her. she shuffled her body forward, inches from you and you gently stretched her arm out straight. her moans in pain were loud over the crackling fire, “i know, i know,” you comforted her and her groans stopped but were replaced with quick and short breaths.

you aligned the wood with her arm, taking your ripped shirt fabric and started to wrap it around her arm. moans escaped her mouth, not being able to conceal how badly this hurt. “almost done…” you trailed as you tied a knot in the fabric to keep it in place.

once you were finished, and ellie was about as bandaged up as she could be, you sat with your back against the bed. wincing as you did, your side still burning in pain that seemed to spread throughout your body. “lemme see,” ellie murmured, shifting off of the bed to sit next to you on the floor. you grumbled a small i’m fine like she had but she didn’t accept it. “let me see.” she said more sternly.

you rolled your eyes, lifting up the side of your shirt where the pain is erupting from. she examined it, the bruising on your stomach was prominent and she grazed her fingers over your hot skin. you winced from her touch, her fingers cold on the burning black and blue. “told you, i’m fine.” you reinforced, pulling your shirt back down.

“i promised you they wouldn’t touch you,” she whispered beside you, you heard the familiar aggression in her voice as it’s usually directed at you but this time it didn’t feel like it was.

“they technically didn’t.” you recalled, staring into the fire. but ellie was gazing at you, her green eyes scanning the side of your blank face.

“i should’ve seen the hill,” she shook her head, focusing her eyes on the fire like you were. “i told you they wouldn’t hurt you and now look. i swear to god if they ever show their face around jackson i’ll–” her voice turned sour and she stopped herself from revealing what she would do to them for causing you pain, and although you didn’t blame her for anything that happened today, you couldn’t help but feel angry with her and her sudden caring attitude.

scoffing, you spoke, “i’ve been hurt worse than this.” ellie understood what you were implying and snapped her head back to you, hurt swimming in her eyes.

“what is that supposed to mean?” she hissed back at you, her voice rising slightly. she knew exactly what it meant but couldn’t stop herself from getting defensive.

you laughed in disbelief, “the way you’ve been treating me for years? does that not ring a fuckin’ bell?” your voice rising to meet hers.

“you’ve been doing the same thing to me, so don’t act innocent.” her tone was sharp but calm and you hated her for her ability to keep her composure.

“i never said i was innocent!” your blood boiling over, you looked at her, her eyes meeting yours before she darted them away. “if you hate me, hate me. don’t confuse me by acting like you fuckin’ care.”

“i don’t fuckin’ care,” she spat, using her good arm to lift herself off of the ground. she did care. and it was obvious to you, but instead of arguing about it further you let her walk to the kitchen as she dug in her pack.

you remained silent in front of the fire and despite the pain you brought your knees to your chest for extra warmth, the cold disposition of your patrol partner sucking out any warmth the fire was giving to you. ellie tossed over a small ration pack of food harshly, and you reached to take it. not caring that she threw it at you because now that you were looking at it, you were starving. realizing you hadn’t eaten this morning like you intended to.

ellie moved back near the fire, sitting in front of you but staring into the wall. it was quiet while you both ate, or better inhaled the food in front of you. “i was supposed to have the day off today,” you remarked, chuckling at the circumstances though not finding it entirely funny. “i shoulda just told maria to fuck off.”

ellie turned to you looking confused. “wait, maria asked you to do this?” you nodded in response and she shook her head smirking, “she asked me last night if i could cover for–”

“manny,” you both said at the same time. realizing maria had set you both up, and you both couldn’t help but not laugh about it.

“she’s gonna feel so bad!” you laughed, and somehow it was the funniest thing in the world to the both of you in that moment. ellie was laughing harder than you had ever seen her and you realized how deeply you missed this side of her, and how long it had been since you did. was it shock? maybe, probably. but even ellie couldn’t help but enjoy the small moment after the day you two had.

“she probably thinks we killed each other!” ellie added mid laughing, causing you two to remain that way for a little while longer. it really wasn’t funny, but in some fucked up way it was. after you both calmed down from the singular good moment you had had in years, ellie added, “i missed that.”

“missed what?” you questioned, not wanting the moment to end.

“your laugh,” she uttered, boring her green eyes into yours. “i know that’s not fair of me to say.”

this was the ellie you remembered, before all the fighting she was always kind to you. she was thoughtful. and she cared about you more than anyone you met in jackson. she patiently waited for your response, trying to judge if you were still angry. “i think we’ve both said things to each other we shouldn’t have, els.” she hid a smile at your response, forcing her eyes to the fire that illuminated the small room. after a small beat of comfortable silence, she turned back to you.

“i really am sorry,” she spoke again and you cut her off before she could continue.

“it’s okay, really–”

“no i mean– i shouldn’t have– we almost died today. you almost died and i just…” she trailed off, gathering her thoughts. “i wanted to kiss you that day too.”

you looked at her perplexed, and as you opened your mouth to respond she talked again. “it’s complicated and i was just scared–”

“scared of what, ellie?” you questioned her again.

she lifted up her good arm, revealing her tattoo. bringing your eyes back to hers and she took note of your confusion. she shuffled over and sat beside you showing you her arm up close. “just look,”

at first, all you noticed was the tattoo. the ink perfectly etched into her skin, but as you really looked at it you noticed small indents buried in an intricate part of the linework. you took her arm in your hands to examine it further. bite marks. they were old, but they were there beneath the tattoo, permanently altering her skin with a nasty scar. “what the fuck…” you whispered skeptically, tracing it over with your fingers.

“i was fourteen, so don’t worry i think i would have been dead by now.” she joked, hoping to alleviate any negative feelings you had about this. she sat nervously next to you and if you weren’t holding her arm she feared she would be shaking.

“what does this have to do with me?” you asked innocently, taking your eyes away from her arm but not letting go.

“i thought if we had kissed that i’d infect you somehow,” she laughed thinking of the memory. “i really shoved you off the bed hard, huh?”

“my ass was bruised for weeks, so yeah you did.” you laughed with her back and it felt like the last couple of years hadn’t happened.

“awww, poor princess,” she mocked you playfully. it almost threw you off, being as she hasn’t been playful in forever but you rejoiced in it.

“shut up!” you played back, throwing her arm out of your hands and back into her lap. ellie noticed how close you two were, closer than when you splinted her arm, and it made her feel safe. she brought her hand back up to your face slowly and you let her, she swept strands of hair behind your ear. “you’re not scared now, though?” you pressed on, catching onto her intentions.

“oh, i’m terrified.” ellie spoke softly, inches from your face. she cupped your cheek in her hand and gazed at you lovingly, her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. she felt her stomach doing flips as she leaned in to close the final stretch that separated you two, as she did, hard knocks pounding at the door pulled you apart from each other.

the door opened, revealing a disheveled joel and tommy. “thank god!” joel exclaimed, entering the cabin. “we saw the smoke, you guys are five miles off the normal route. what the hell happened?”

they helped you both home and to see the medics and it was nearly a day later when you saw ellie again. you endured what felt like thousands of visits from friends and neighbors that wanted to wish you a good recovery, and they were sorry to hear what happened. you were put on bed rest for a few broken ribs and they all hurt severely anytime you moved.

but when ellie came through your bedroom door, you shot up in bed ignoring the pain that was plaguing you. she filled you in on what’s been going on, rangers are out looking for the group of men that attacked you both and they think they have a good lead on the group. this comforted you, but not nearly as much as ellie’s presence. she had a fresh cast on her arm, and ellie pointed out that it was really itchy, making you laugh.

“maria feels really bad,” she smirked, a small laugh escaping her lips. “but she’s gloating about her plan working.”

“course she is,” you answered. she moved across your room and sat down on the side of your bed to face you, looking down to your hands and took them in hers. “we might have to put on a show for her, can’t have her head gettin’ too big.”

“anything you wanna do princess,” she leaned down and kissed your forehead. “but first, rest.”

you groaned, “i hate you.”

“i hate you more, now c’mon lay down.” she gently pushed you back down into the bed and you scooted over leaving room for her. she snuggled up next to you as you laid your head on her chest, hearing her soothing heartbeat as she played with your hair and you both fell asleep peacefully. feeling nothing but safe with one another.

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams fic #ellie x fem reader

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celestiaras · 5 months

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ deal with the devils ]❜

ft. doppio dropscythe, kotoka torahime, ver vermillion, meloco kyoran, hex haywire (separate, mostly) x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ looks like you landed yourself in debt to a student council member after a gamble, but instead of paying it off with cash, they decided that you’ll be their personal pet!┊2.1k words

contains: smut!! dom doppi, koto, ver, melo, hex & sub reader┊kakegurui au, dubcon, pet play (collars, leashes, pet names, melo & hex treat you like a cat), master/pet dynamic, embarrassment/humiliation, third parties can be seen as xsoleil doppi - possessive behavior, fingering, edging as punishment, maybe ooc koto - masturbation (reader), recording, sending the vid to a third party) ver - cockwarming & unprotected sex, public (in front of xsoleil) melo - sex toys under clothing (publicly, in front of a third party) hex - possessive behavior, thigh-riding

➤ author's note: kotoka singing deal with the devil… happy one year anniversary to my fav wave!! looking forward to write more content for them because they deserve it! (especially the girls smh)┊(karaoke stream link)

snickering from onlookers didn’t help your situation as you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying, staring down at the cards in horror with your face burning from embarrassment. the student council member across from you smirked in victory, enjoying the show of your once confident exterior crumbling and tears beginning to streak down your pretty face. you weren’t a bad opponent, you just second-guessed your own abilities too many times which caused them to catch your bluff. now, you owe millions to them as a result.

don’t be so worried, they have a deal for you! either you become a regular ‘mittens’ to be bullied and harassed by the entire student body while trying to earn money by gambling to get out of your shitty situation faster (which could spiral into more than you could handle if you lost, forcing you to be a pet for the rest of your life) or you can become their personal housepet until they deemed your debt paid off. all that it takes is a tight collar with their name engraved in it rather than the standard dog tags to seal the deal. it’s a choice with only one answer really, they’ve never opened this option to anyone else so you would be stupid not to pick this easier route, you lucky girl!

━━━ .°˖✧ doppio dropscythe ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ as the duke of discipline, he also happens to be the one who’s also in charge of collecting debts from those who are long overdue or enforcing the life plans that are given out if the cash is never paid back. added with his past as a delinquent, he’s one of the scariest people in the school even if he insists that he could be much worse and that the students “don’t even know what scary is.” being his is added protection, you suppose. even as a designated housepet, you’re still exposed to getting terrorized by others because of your low status so having doppio’s name on your collar is enough to scare off anyone who thought of mocking you after your loss. even though usually he’s sweet toward you, his frightening side can show if you ever did something that displeased him. you could always try to be sneaky, but he has eyes and ears everywhere and always catches you,

his thumb pressed into the side of your stomach, holding you still so you could quit squirming in his grasp. your skirt was flipped upwards and your panties were merely pushed to the side, enabling him to brutally thrust his long fingers into your cunt. this was punishment, you already knew. he didn’t like the idea of you continuing to gamble to try and earn money to get out of your deal with him. did you really dislike being called his that much? or were you scared of him? he always tries his best to be kind towards you, but he guesses that seeing him threatening others daily doesn’t do much to ease your fears.

maybe finger-fucking you on a desk in an empty classroom doesn’t help either, but he needs to teach you a lesson in some way! you mewled as you felt him tease that spongy spot in you as he rotated his hand, causing you to unravel on the hardwood of the table. his palm rubbed against your clit and it was driving you insane, your cries becoming more and more pitched as you sensed your climax approaching. as melodic as you sounded right now, doppio couldn’t allow you to just yet and pulled back. he’ll repeat this as many times as it takes to discipline you because despite how it’s a vicious cycle for you, it’s an extremely fun one for him.

━━━ .°˖✧ kotoka torahime ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ first things first, as kotoka’s housepet, you’re also her servant: expect to clean up her place of residence, cook for her using fresh ingredients, and remind her to shower consistently (sometimes you’ll even help her out and massage the shampoo into her scalp). she loves to dress you up in little revealing maid dresses while you do it too, taking dozens of candid photos to further clog up her already stuffed storage on her phone. she just adores dressing you up in different styles that she finds on pinterest and trying new makeup products on you in general.

╰₊✧ on that note, she absolutely spoils you nonstop and is willing to buy you whatever clothes you want as long as she’s the first person to see you wearing it! more than half of her posts on her socials are just selfies to show off how cute you are to her massive following, liking every single comment that expresses their envy on how they wished they had a doll like you to pamper.

the ring light positioned on the nightstand was the only light in the room, but it did a perfect job of illuminating your fingers languidly dancing around your clit while kotoka filmed the entire thing on her phone and complimented you for doing such a good job. it was such a sight to watch your essence drip onto the glittery fabric below, staining and ruining the new outfit she just bought for you. don’t worry about the dress, she’ll send it to dry-cleaning later or will even replace the entire thing altogether if needed!

shame has long been thrown out the window as you stared at her painted pink middle and ring fingers that were clipped shorter than the rest, imagining that it was her fingers pushing into you instead. compared to all of the other things she has you do for her amusement, masturbating in front of her while she’s recording is relatively mundane even though there’s a high chance she’ll post it on her private story for her friends to fawn over later. don’t think too much though, just focus on performing for the camera!

━━━ .°˖✧ ver vermillion ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ think you’re let off easy because kaichou is the busiest and seemingly calmest of the bunch? think that kaichou won’t be as kinky as the others because of his position and how gentle he is? think again, you’re at a school full of people with mythic abilities who gamble as a form of status and put losers in leashes, how could anyone be exempt from the insanity? if anything, you should have seen it coming because it’s impossible for someone of his status in such an environment to be anything but a closeted freak.

you’re certain that your face is burning hotter than losing the gamble that got you in this situation, unable to look anywhere but the floor while you were nestled on the president’s cock in front of the other student council members. why he decided to do this is beyond you, but if it would work towards paying off your debt, you were willing to roll with it at the price of your dignity that was repeatedly being torn away from you. you felt incredibly self-conscious at the four pairs of eyes on you: doppio and kotoka merely peeking in a poor attempt to give you some privacy while meloco and hex were staring shamelessly with smirks, wondering if ver would ever let them take his cute pet for a spin.

whatever ver was talking about fell deaf to your ears, just filled with the mind-numbing pleasure of being stretched out by him. as uncomfortable as the whole thing felt, it wasn’t comparable to the feeling of orgasm beginning to bloom as you began to writhe for more stimulation. whenever you shifted and whined, however, he held your thighs still to stop you from moving about. he won’t give you what you want until everyone leaves the room, finally bending you over the table to fuck you until your legs are shaking.

━━━ .°˖✧ meloco kyoran ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ meloco treats you like the prettiest persian kitty in her expensive handbag that would probably cost more than your place of residence, showing you off as her most darling arm candy. she even goes as far as to run her fingers through your hair and baby-talk you while squishing your cheeks like you were a real kitten. she especially does this when she makes you sit on her lap while she’s gambling, doting on you, and paying you more attention than her opponent with the bonus of pissing them off.

╰₊✧ she insists that it’s a form of affection, but you’re more than positive that she just gets off on embarrassing you in front of others. not like how a bully treats a victim when tripping them in the halls or dumping dirty mop on them, more like dragging some bedroom things into the light when you could prefer to keep it private… but anything to pay off your debt, right?

the short plaid uniform skirt was doing you no favors as you pressed your thighs together tightly in hopes of muffling the vibrations being sent to your core, standing behind meloco while she was seated and chatting with some friends. it was on the lowest level, but the bullet toy attached to your clit was making you go crazy. it’s been on since the conversation started, a time period that you long lost track of, desire continuing to bloom but she was purposely edging and it’s certainly better than climaxing in with people taking notice. you clenched your hands together and bit the inside of your mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping your lips, but failed and attracted the attention of another in the room.

you stuttered out that you were fine and adverted your eyes, hoping that their conversation would continue and take their attention off of you already. the exorcist looked at you with an amused smile and you watched in horror as she reached into her pocket for the controller, slowly increasing the speed of the vibrator. your hand shot up to cover your mouth and you ran out of the room, bolting to the nearest empty restroom stall and quickly removing the toy— accepting in defeat that you denied yourself ecstasy in the heat of the moment. it’s not until you left and ran into meloco did you realize that you disobeyed her orders to stay there until she was done, but from the excitement in her magenta eyes, you could tell that she was more than happy to punish you.

━━━ .°˖✧ hex haywire ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ hex isn’t the student counselor for nothing, he’s fantastic at reading people and what their next move would be with just a look at their facial expressions— it would next to impossible to win a gamble against him unless you were wearing a mask. you knew all that and still accepted his challenge out of pride, but don’t feel too bad about it, it was impossible for you to win in the first place! let’s just say that just because he’s essentially an unpaid therapist doesn’t mean that he’s above manipulating situations to his advantage!

╰₊✧ with that in mind, he’s a rigger through and through so don’t be surprised that your debt keeps increasing for various reasons and the fact that the life plan you received requires you to marry him followed by starting a family in the future. it’s not that bad, now is it? would you rather have to marry some disgusting corrupted businessman who would only care for your body and never care for your well-being, or a handsome man who will treat you like a queen and coddle you with endless riches of your wildest imagination?

he tugged on the metal chain to pull you towards him, meeting your lips in the middle in a soft and slow kiss— encouraging you to keep grinding on his thigh. through your soaked panties, you were already leaving a wet spot on his pants and he chuckled at how you were allowing your instincts to take control of your hips so easily like it was second nature. your soft moans and hums were practically purring, almost letting him to visualize a faint outline of a fluffy tail swishing about and pointed ears atop your head.

you were so adorable when you were obedient like this, sitting pretty on his lap while accepting kiss after kiss from him. you tilted your head to the side to allow him access to the soft of your neck, taking in a breath when you felt your pulse rushing under the touch of his lips as he began to mark up your skin all across your collarbone. he’ll lie and cheat a thousand more times for moments like this. if it meant having you in his arms forever, he’ll never feel an ounce of guilt for trapping you with him for the rest of your mortal lives.

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s-coquette · 4 months

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hiii i liked your end of the world au fic!! I want to see an expansion on the readers attempt of escaping and the punishment maybe?

possibly the reader escapes from the cabin (window) and johnny was going to give her food but found the room empty with a shattered window. Johnny called for simon and since you mentioned johnny hunting like a dog, simon gave him the green light to hunt for reader in the woods and bring them back for a punishment? u asked for scenarios in ur last post and i wanted to give an idea

AHHH omg this is going to turn into a drabble hold on

warnings: some graphic descriptions, not very much gore but it could still trigger someone, spanking, and idk what else

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It’s open, the window. It stood there as if it was taunting you, letting the cold breeze hit your warm cheeks.

“Hold on, hen! Simon went out to get some things. I’m in charge of the kitchen now.”

That made a shiver run down your spine. For a man at his grown age he could probably burn cereal. As his tall frame went behind the wall that separated the kitchen and living room, you saw your opportunity to run. You limbs had grown weak from the months of no activity, only laying around and ‘looking pretty’ as they’d say.

Latching your arms on the windowsill, you pushed and pushed your whole body weight up, clumsily pushing your legs up before jumping.

The fall wasn’t really scary, you were on the first floor at least.

Without thinking you just ran, the first direction being the fence that lead to the woods. Everything else around the house had those annoying white picket fences, your only mistake was climbing them in the first place.

Clumsily falling at your first attempt from the mud sliding beneath your bare feet, scraping your legs with twigs and tiny rocks. The cold air sticking to your skin like water, making you shiver while the freezing mud forced your legs to buckle.

With shivering teeth you continued, running as far as you could in to the thick forest behind the neighbourhood. Your legs felt like they were burning, feet muddy and spread with tiny scratches.

You were confident that you’d made it far, that’s until you heard it.

“Bonnie!”

You cursed yourself for whimpering in fear. Last time when you even tried to escape he almost broke your ankle. Would he break both of your legs as a punishment now?

Your forced yourself, pushed and pushed your tired body, the adrenaline making you warm in the freezing autumn cold.

That’s until a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around your stomach.

Your scream was cut off when you got thrown on to your back.

“Simon isn’t gonna like this, hen.”

The dark look in his eyes made fear run through your veins. He looked worried, he had been chewing on his busted lip, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Let me go! Let me g-“

Your pleads were cut off with a sharp slap to your face, tears stinging in your eyes in response.

“You shut up, you don’ have the right to use your words anymore, if you wanna talk, bark.”

Your sobs were stifled with a whimper when he pushed you on to your knees, grabbing your roughly by the collar and dragged you with him home.

“I know these woods better than y’ ever will, hen.”

“Why do you want to escape? We’re the only people here, isn’t it better if you stayed with us instead of being alone the rest of your life?”

He tried to reason with you as he hauled you back home, but you weren’t listening through your sobs.

You were forcefully pushed in through the back door, locking it behind himself. You just crumpled into the floor with a defeated whimper at ever escaping again.

“Look at what I found, Simon!”

The happy tone of his voice made you want to scream.

The thought that no one was out here to help you was even worse.

“Good boy, Johnny.”

Simon’s rough, deep voice cut through you and made you shiver. Lifting your head up to face him, he looked angrier than you’ve ever seen him.

Your tears continued to fall as you begged him to spare you.

“I’m- Sorry! Pleas- I won’t- I won’t do it again!”

Your pleading was cut off with a rough hand to the back of your neck, forcing you off the ground and on to your feet for the first time since Johnny got to you.

“Don’t worry, y’ won’t be able to.”

The stinging feeling all over your body from the small cuts were agonising, it made you sob.

You were hauled off to the bedroom, thrown onto the bed with Johnny watching from the sidelines.

Your dread expanded when you heard the distinct sound of Simon’s belt coming out of its loops.

Without warning, he slammed it down on your behind, the first crack being the worst he’s even given you. The thought that every single one was going to be like this made you sob into the clean sheets you were dirtying and try to crawl away.

Johnny only appeared to hold down your shoulders so you couldn’t move from your punishment.

You counted each one, the only thing you could focus on. 30 lashes, 30 lashes with his whole strength behind them. You were sure your ass was bleeding from it, it stung and felt like it was radiating heat.

Simon scooped you up quietly after, gathering your sobbing form in his arms and heading to the bathroom.

You pushed at him and whined when he brought over the bucket of fresh water they’d bathe with since the water had been cut off.

The stings on your whole body hurt like hell and water was just going to irritate them more.

He only shushed you with a pet to the head, placing your shaking form in the tub before slowly pouring water over your muddied body and matted hair.

The sting from the water hitting your wounds making your jump, whimpering, not knowing where to go with your kidnapper blocking your escape.

“Shh, shhh, is’ okay, pup. You took your punishment. It’s time you get cleaned up, okay? I’m not mad at you anymore.”

You only continued to sob as he washed you off, gently cleaning off all of your scratches and putting small bandaids on them, drying your hair with a towel and pushing his giant hoodie on to your form to cease your shivering.

He gathered you up again and laid you down on the bed, next to Johnny who was already out like a light from the run you just made him do.

You whimpered and tried to squirm away when you felt his arm wrap around you, trying to come up and spoon you.

“Shh, it’s okay. Im not going to hurt you.”

He talked to you as if he was talking to a wild dog on the street. You gave up struggling and let him warm you up with his body heat and fell asleep with tears leaking out of your eyes, in between the only people left on earth.

#s writes 🎀#asks 🎀#ohm this was something else #ghoap #ghoap x reader

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faithisasuperstar · 5 months

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i’m not a violent dog → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you get to understand coral a little better. feminine intended reader.

warnings → descriptions of brandy’s dead body, other typical thg warnings. also me giving characters angst alert!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone (i didn’t know how to end this lol) AND ME NOT REMEMBERING HOW THE BOOK WENT LMAO

you barely managed to choke back a scream as brandy’s body dangled in front of you. heavensbee hall went silent, as the crane hauling her limp form, which was ridden with gunshots, paraded through the street. below brandy, the tributes could be vaguely made out, chained up. you couldn’t help but scan over them quickly, trying desperately to account for coral. spotting her, you sighed, though not of relief. perhaps it was shame that this is what your home had come to, exploiting the youth of it’s country. maybe it was even sympathy for coral, but seeing her in the state she was in brought anything but relief. coral was slouched over, making herself as small as possible, a stark contrast to the brave face she had put on at the zoo, when you had first met her. swallowing the vomit that threatened to rise, you decided to give her a visit later that night.

when the time came, you vowed to immediately make your way to the zoo, declaring that determining her safety was more important at the moment. and as soon as class ended, you were off. peacekeepers formed a wall in front of the entrance, forcing you to buy your way in. after arguing with the peacekeeper, who finally gave in when you had offered him payment, you were allowed visitation, but only under supervision and for a limited amount of time. you tried to be polite with the gruff older man, making small talk with him as he guided you to the monkey cage, but once you saw coral you were out of his sight.

“coral!” you cried. once she had noticed you she made her way to the front of the enclosure rather slowly. they still had the tributes chained up. “please tell me you’re not hurt.”

“not. but i can’t take much more of this.” she admitted. her gaze was fixed to the floor, and the refusal to look you in the eyes broke your heart.

“i.. i know. i’m trying my best to help but dr. gaul won’t give me the time of day.” you explained, eying her with worry. “i can’t believe they’ve chained you up like this, it’s inhumane.” while that was true, compared to the rest of the list of things the capitol was enforcing, this hardly scratched the surface.

“i wish they’d just kill me already.” coral muttered, voice gravelly.

“please, coral, don’t say that. you can win, i know you can.” you pleaded. her eyes bore resentment at your words.

“why do you believe that, huh?” she gripped the bars that separated the two of you forcefully, “because i’m big and scary? do i intimidate you?” her voice rose and her tone grew angry. the chains holding her hands together rattled as she moved. seeing as you almost flinched, she scoffed, slouching once more. “i don’t want to be the way i am, y’know,” coral mumbled, her lip quivering. “i’m.. i’m not violent. i don’t know why i fight. we’re all animals to them, that’s all we’ll ever be.” her words brought tears to your eyes.

the dehumanizing of the districts had gone on for far too long. there had been countless encounters with your classmates where the district people were referred to as “animals,” and the thought truly disgusted you. but up until this point you had merely been a pawn. despite the countless opportunities you were given to speak up to your classmates, you remained silent. even worse, you had ignorantly laughed along with them in the past. but what better way to wash away your guilt than play the savior in someone else’s story? even if the ulterior motive went unbeknownst to you, the privilege you had couldn’t be ignored by yourself. you could make a difference if you tried, if only you knew how. the best you could do for now was try to get your tribute out of the games alive.

“you’re not an animal, coral. you’re a girl. a strong one, and a really, really brave one. coral, please.” you begged her, you didn’t quite know what for, though. “the fight you have in you is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s how you survived. i’m sorry, coral. i’m so so sorry.” you broke down, allowing the tears to spill from your eyes. “i wish i could do more to help you. this is so… messed up,” you sobbed.

“back home, they tell us not to cry. there’s too much work to be done for tears. me and my siblings start work before dawn, and we work till night. if only they could see me now,” she laughed humorously. “and the things they’d say about you, gosh… you wouldn’t last a day there, princess. i can’t imagine you being able to haul crates of fish. let alone be able to catch one.” you pressed your forehead against the bars and let her words hang in the air. after a minute or so, her head rest against the bars as well, nearly touching yours. silence rang in the air as the two of you sat, contently.

“alright, girly, time’s up. you’re way too close anyway.” the peacekeeper approached you after a while, grabbing your arm and sweeping you away before you could object.

“coral!” she glanced up at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” coral took that as reason to get ahold of herself, suppress her vulnerability and impress the cameras tomorrow. besides, the cameras weren’t the only thing she wanted to impress. maybe, just maybe, if coral won the games she could have you too.

#coral tbosas #tbosas #the hunger games #thg #the hunger games x reader #thg x reader #coral #coral thg x reader #coral tbosas x reader #coral thg #coral x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg fanfiction #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas x reader #coral is my babygirl #she would kill me if i said that #i would let her

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Dog fighting ring au (Graves' Part)

Phillip Graves - (Handler: Shepherd)

CWs: Graves' racism, hybrid fighting, abuse, drugging.

Characters: Roba, Ghost, Roba's men, Shepherd, Alejandro, Rodolfo

He's bait. A toy to his masters and a doll to his handlers. Scarred from head to toe, kept in no better condition than a sad dog bed in a cold, concrete room. Blond ears and sad tail with missing patches of fur. Ripped out too many times to count, so much so that hair stopped growing there. Or maybe it was the malnutrition, his body's attempt at self preservation. Or the fear he lived in, maybe even the anger.

It hurts. Every movement tore his skin. Every sound scratched his throat. When did he last have water? Food? He didn't know.

The only times he was allowed out was when his handler forced him to taunt a fighting dog. He was bait, just bait.

Nothing better than a toy on a string.

Still, he did his job well. Stalking the fighter infront of him. Black hair, with blond roots peeking through.. swollen parts of his ears. No shirt. Brandings. Scars. Fucked ribs. Bruises.

Huh. Maybe... Maybe some of the fighters understood what being in his position was. Full of pain and no help. Left in the rain or beating sun like a mutt.

The other hybrid didn't attack. He sat there and stared. Eyes narrowed as he watched. Nothing more. So he had to try harder. If he didn't- if he didn't, it might kill him. So be good. Listen. Fight. Taunt.

Graves tried. He stalked, barked, growled and hit.

The other hybrid only bit back when he finally hit a sensitive spot. Finally. Finally, he did his job. Riling up the mutt to get him ready for a fight.

That was all he was good for after all.

Graves quickly learns of the other's handler when he kicks Graves in the stomach and pushes something into his neck. Scary, tattooed, darker skinned. He associated it with pain, no matter how wrong. He didn't know any better.

The man showed each time the hybrid with dyed ears and tail was there. The other always looking at him with soft eyes. He had kicked Graves' ear once before biting him so hard he lost a chunk of his ear. Gentle, when his handler(s) wanted hurt.

That face followed him for weeks. Only ever picking him to prep for his mutt's fights. Graves didn't learn either of their names, he couldn't when he was whimpering in pain. More men joined, jeering and laughing. Not only at him but the other dog. Graves was drugged more than he could count. His handler didn't stop them. He encouraged it. The handlers loved being able to get away with this... Hybrids not human enough to be protected by most laws.

Whether he was unconscious or not for the baiting, he stopped remembering. The drugs affected his system more each time they hit. Withdrawals never happened, he was too much of a toy to be left to rot. A good toy too.

Their faces burned in his head. It didn't take long for him to associate anyone that looked like them with pain, fear and horrible anticipation for hurt.

When he woke to a man gently patting his cheek and laying him on something soft, his instinct was to bite and kick. A man with a beard, recently growing, eyebrows in a constant furrow. He didn't seem deterred when Graves tried to hurt him. Another man held him by his shoulders, clean shaven with kind eyes–Graves was too blind to see it.

These weren't his handlers. Why was the room filled with orders and different voices?? Hybrids left half dead on the ground, while men in so much gear tried to help them. What happened when he was out? Why did he hurt more than usual?

His back burned, stinging when it made contact with the soft thing. A bed, a stretcher.. he didn't know. He just tried to claw his way out of this, it usually worked. But these men were insistent. They kept him there, strapped him down and brought him somewhere else. Somewhere in the dim light of the night, sirens going off around him.

Graves caught one glance at that one fighter–the one with dyed fur–he was in a worse state. Not even conscious as a bearded man tried to wake him too. His chest stung. Was he alive?

He forgot about the men for a moment. It only took a second for him to be given some kind of medication in his veins. It burned, then made him a little floaty. The fear hit full swing again as one of the men said something to him. Something he couldn't understand.

He was back to thrashing in the stretcher, growling as his tail forcefully tucked between his legs.

Then it was black as something hot burned in his arm.

He'd woken up in a hospital. God knows how many days later. It was quiet. Near silent. An arm in a cast and most of his body bandaged up or stitched. He didn't even know he'd broken anything. It all does blend together in that life...

Those men came back and sat at his bedside. They explained what happened. A raid on the ring, many hybrids saved, many in hospitals, some handlers arrested. They said he was lucky not to have been awake and aware. Graves wanted to claw at them again. To hit. But he was held down by cuffs. It wasn't an option.

Trust wasn't an option. He had to trust them. And they tried to prove it.

Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sargeant Major Rodolfo Parra.

It took upwards of a year for Graves to even think about letting them touch him. He flinched away and growled. He bit more than once. Rodolfo lost a bit of skin on his arm because of it. Graves never said sorry. He shouldn't have stepped in his space.

Still, he associated them with pain and fear. But the more he was brought safe food, bedding, and they literally picked him up out of closets when he had a flashback... It was hard to keep his guard up. They were kind. The other shoe didn't drop. He was warm and safe there.

Graves bit his tongue a lot. Bit back the urge to say things he had heard from that branded hybrid's handler. Mean things. Bad things. He wasn't a bad dog.

This place, a kind home, wasn't what he was used to. He didn't deserve it, he didn't remember if he ever even had that.

Rodolfo and Alejandro were sweet. Their voices felt warm to his wounded ears. No matter how hard he tried, he started to trust them. Those mean words only came back to him as intrusive thoughts or when he was angry. He had lots to unlearn still.

But he wasn't pushed away by them.

On rough nights, he inched closer to Rudy.

And one night he had it particularly rough. Graves settled himself at the end of Rudy's bed, and was never kicked out. No matter the shit he did, he was allowed to stay. Because it was getting better. He was getting better.

Pictures of Graves curled up on Rodolfo's bed have a folder on Alejandro's phone.

#dog fighting ring au #phillip graves #cod mwii #cod #call of duty #animal abuse #hybrid au #tw abuse #tw animal abuse #dog fight #tw dog attack #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra

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neontokyoo · 1 year

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Hii can I request headcanons of being mycroft’s and sherlock’s spoiled little sister?<3

Of course! This one was a lot of fun to write because I grew up with two older brothers who are huge Holmes kins, so I hope you like it. Lmao 💙

Pairing: Sherlock & Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Relationship: siblings

Genre: headcanons (does that count?)

Summary: Your the younger sister of the Holmes brothers.

Birth:

Sherlock and Mycroft weren’t very excited when they were told that they would be older brothers. Sherlock absolutely hated the idea of a new baby—afraid of having another brother—and Mycroft didn’t really mind, but he also didn’t want another brother because he didn’t want to have to deal with another Sherlock.

The boys much rather have a dog than a sibling.

But the pregnancy was different than the other two, so their parents had a strong feeling that the baby would be a girl instead.

When Sherlock and Mycroft heard about the baby possibly being a girl, they became even more excited.

They had a little babydoll that they named “Baby Pink”, and they took turns taking care of her throughout their mother’s pregnancy.

Well, until they ended up fighting over it and accidentally ripped its head off

They felt really guilty and came up with the conclusion that if they couldn’t even take care of a doll, they weren’t at all ready for a baby sister.

But when you were finally born, they weren’t able to ever let you go.

Once you were, like, nine months old, your mother had to yell at the boys to put you down and let you do things on your own.

You were never going to be able to walk or anything at this rate.

Sometimes they were caught trying to take you to school with them.

Since they couldn’t take you with them anywhere, they were constantly bragging about you to their friends.

Childhood:

The older you got, the more protective the boys became.

Whenever you went anywhere, you were always sandwiched between your brothers while they gave dirty looks to anyone who dared to look at you.

You know the “scary dog” videos on TikTok? That’s exactly what it is.

It got even worse when you started bringing friends home.

Your father had bought a Courting Candle after it was confirmed that he would be having a daughter, and, despite the purpose of the candle, your brothers would use it for the friends you bought home and purposely make the candle last five minutes.

As you can tell, Mycroft and Sherlock don’t like sharing.

Early Adulthood:

When it was finally time for your father to actually use the courting candle, your brothers did everything they could to sabotage your dates.

They were constantly being assholes towards your suitors—making snide remarks and asking uncomfortable questions, etc.—just to make them leave early.

Sometimes they’d even go as far as making the suitor look bad in front of your father just to get him to lower the candle.

Other:

Whenever you’re bored and want to tag along with someone, Mycroft and Sherlock are always fighting over who gets to take you to work.

They put someone in the hospital once just because they were flirting with you.

They’re even more protective when they take you to work. They’ll take you to work, but won’t always let you do anything for “safety reasons”.

You probably weren’t able to get married until you were, like, 23–when most girls are already courting by the age of 14-15.

#moriarty anime #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #ynm #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #big brother mycroft #mycroft imagine #mycroft holmes #ynm mycroft #ynm sherlock #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes #mtp #mtp x reader

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frvnkcastles · 1 year

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SOMETHING TO DREAM ABOUT ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Various moments between you, Frank and your glasses. (Fem!reader, some descriptions added.)

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s note: Y’all, I am so nervous posting this because I have never posted on Tumblr before but I figured I might as well. I’ve been posting on AO3 for years now but I think Tumblr might be more active and eager to react so here I am :) I’m still figuring everything out so bear with me!

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That was immediately crystal-clear to you — even with old, fading bruises and fresh cuts on his face, even with a beaten nose and an eternal scowl etched onto his rough features, he was nothing short of breath-taking and you wanted nothing more than to spend the entire evening mapping out all the details of his face.

But, considering you were at your friend’s birthday party, that was probably not appropriate.

Maybe Frank would have preferred it, though, because this definitely wasn’t his scene. He was only here because he had a soft spot for your best friend, something she had mentioned to you in passing before but you had still never seen him apart from the news. He didn’t look so scary now, obviously awkward and uncomfortable sipping a beer in the corner of the room while your best friend’s other guests mingled with each other. He had even bothered to put on the one black button-up he had without blood on it.

”Okay, so, I see you eyeing Frank and I’m kinda glad, ’cause I have to admit I had an ulterior motive with this party”, your best friend intervened with your thoughts, and with a frown melting onto your forehead, you turned to face her again.

”Don’t be mad, but I totally think you two would hit it off! You’re this… anxious ball of love and kindness and he’s a protective ole’ teddy bear who’s been through the wringer. You’re both introverts, you both love dogs—”, she continued rambling, and with a scoff, you waved your hand to stop her from going any further.

”Save the pitch, I don’t think The Punisher wants anything to do with me”, you argued, although your gaze still lingered on him. It was safe to say that you were wary when it came to relationships — blame it on the familial trauma and the worst examples when it came to marriage, but you also knew that your best friend wouldn’t set you up with just anyone.

Pouting, she took your drink from you. ”Do me a favour, please. If you hate him, I’ll never try this again”, she insisted, and with a huff, you glanced at her and then back at the brooding, tall man. He did look good in that button-up.

Without a word, you adjusted your glasses and stepped past your friend to make it towards Frank, not even quite sure what you would say to him. In the end, you settled for good old,

”Hi.”

He had noticed you already. Fuck, of course he had. You were adorable in every possible definition of the word, with your floral dress and your black, heavy boots that almost matched his, not to mention the shaped glasses hanging on your nose. His throat closed up at the way your dark curls fell on your collarbones, and the sight of your twinkling smile made him hastily draw a sip from his beer to avoid dry mouth.

”Hey”, he grunted before licking his lips and nodding towards your friend, who was definitely not watching the two of you from behind the cake. ”She make you come up to me?”

Your smile fell at the idea of being the umpteenth woman your friend had sent his way. ”Yeah”, you swallowed, ”does she do this to you a lot?” A wave of nerves washed over you and you began fiddling with your fingers, something Frank noticed immediately, as well as the chipped nail polish.

”Nah. Just mentioned that there’d be someone special tonight”, he corrected you, but his words did very little to ease your anxiety — if anything, being put in the spotlight made it worse. He could see it on your face, and it pushed a chuckle out of him before he extended a hand for you to take. ”Frank”, he introduced himself curtly, and with a renewed smile, you took his much, much larger hand and shook it gently.

Okay, maybe approaching him hadn’t been the worst idea.

He certainly was glad you did. Before he knew it, you had gotten under his skin, and the more time he spent with you, the more obvious it became.

He was still kept up at night thinking about that time you had stitched him up for the first time. He had a nasty gash on his hip, and the tension in your apartment had been thick enough to cut with a knife — you had been on your knees, he had been on the couch, stripped down to just his boxers and giving you words of encouragement when you hesitated with the needle.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had hissed in pain when you had poked him with the needle and you had apologized profusely, prompting a gruffly spoken ”’S okay, sweetheart. You’re doin’ good.” Then he had really looked at you in the dimly-lit living room and the words had just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

”Ya got new glasses”, he had noted, stating the obvious and catching your attention. You had halted, looked up at him and broken into a ridiculously sweet smile, one that still made his heart do flips when he thought back to it.

”You noticed”, you had hummed softly, clearly touched by his attentiveness, and he could swear he could pinpoint the exact moment he knew he wanted to kiss you.

”Yeah”, he had breathed out, ”they look nice on you.”

You made him feel at home without even knowing, your presence always reassuring and encouraging, your positive energy and big, sympathetic heart an absolute contrast to his gruff, scary demeanor. And yet, it worked so well. He longed to touch you, hold you, kiss you, shield you from the world and learn everything about you. He was undeniably falling for you and there was nothing he could do about it even if he wanted to.

Your friend had heard all about it, fucking Red had heard all about it, though that was more so because one skip of Frank’s heart had exposed him entirely. Lieberman hadn’t heard much but picked up on it easily, right before proceeding to tease Frank about it and then declare being in love looked good on him. And now, the group Curt had introduced him to was hearing all about it.

”She’s real good, y’know?” Frank thought out loud, a ridiculous grin on his face as he looked down at the cup of coffee in his hands and huffed. ”It’s—it’s weird, I guess. Didn’t think I’d feel that way about anyone again. And don’t get me wron’, I… I miss my wife like crazy. Every day. But this girl… lemme tell you, she makes me feel like, uh, like there’s hope. Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s kinda cliché. But she makes me wanna believe that every day doesn’t have to just be survivin’. There can be somethin’ real and meaningful. Because she is. She is so fuckin’ special. She’s kind and understanding and against all odds she… it’s the way she looks at me, yeah? Like I ain’t a monster or—or broken. She looks at me like I’m…”, Frank explained, trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. You looked at him like he was beautiful. Good. Worthy. He still fought to believe in it, but you made it a little easier for him.

”Sounds like you really care about her, son”, one of the older men chimed in when Frank failed to speak up again, and with an almost embarrassed chuckle, he glanced at his fingertips before giving the man a look.

”Yes, sir. Got that right”, he confirmed, his heart jumping at his chest at the mere thought of you and your bashful smiles. There was no feeling sweeter than making you grin like that, awkward but flattered, like you didn’t believe you were as cute as he had said. But you were. You were.

”Why don’t you ask her out? Life is too short to pine”, another older man scoffed, a little unimpressed with Frank’s lack of action, and at that, the Castle snorted.

”Nah, I… I want to. Just feels a lil’ unfair to her, ’s all. How can I drag her into all my shit, y’know?” Frank contemplated with a frown, and at that, Curtis finally took the turn to speak, a small smile on his face.

”It’d be her decision, Frank. It’s scary, it is, but… she’s a grown woman. It’s not unfair to give her the choice to stick by your side. I mean, who knows — maybe she’ll reject you”, he pointed out tauntingly, and at that, Frank laughed — great pep talk. Nevertheless, he knew Curt had a point. ”But maybe she’ll say yes. And maybe it won’t be a walk in the park but any baggage is easier for two to carry than one. If she wants you like you want her… it’s not dragging her into anything. That’s what companionship is. Standing by your loved one even when it gets tough”, Curt continued, before speaking the words that finally convinced Frank, ”would you not do the same for her?”

The next time Frank saw you, you were once again meeting your mutual friend. The diner she had coaxed you both into was bustling with people and noise and yet, the only thing you seemed to notice was each other. As soon as Frank entered the quaint diner, he spotted you laughing with your friend, the joy in your voice reaching his ears in a way that had him suppressing a smile while making his way over to the right booth. His tall frame striding past the other people caught your eye almost immediately, and when you saw his dark eyes staring back at you, your laugh melted into a shy smile while greeting him.

”You look nice”, Frank noted while seating himself opposite you and your friend, his nod directed at the both of you but the way his eyes lingered on you made heat crawl to your cheeks. Picking at the sleeves of your dress, you couldn’t help but wonder if you looked nice enough, and on cue, Frank leaned in while licking his lips. ”Real nice”, he emphasized, and it made your heart swell as you met his gaze.

”Thank you”, you breathed out, ”you too, Frankie.” Between the nickname, your signature perfume and the kind look in your eyes, Frank could have combusted right there and then, but instead simply leaned back in his seat and exhaled.

”Oh, my order’s up, I think”, your friend cleared her throat with a knowing smile. ”Why don’t you two catch up?” she planned mischievously before slinking away, leaving you and Frank chuckling awkwardly while observing one another.

God, he was so pretty. He put your stomach in knots and filled your chest with butterflies and made your knees weak and you so wanted to tell him but in the end… you just smiled up at him in silence, hoping he’d realize how much you adored him.

”Hey, this is gonna be weird”, you broke the peace, getting up from your seat so you could slide next to his and give him a doe-eyed look, the kind that made his breathing pick up. ”But your shirt looks really soft and my glasses have so many fingerprints on them”, you finished, and immediately, he choked out a laugh but gave you an encouraging nod.

You grinned and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, trying your damnedest not to accidentally brush against his bare skin while you took off your glasses and quickly began swiping the lenses with the material. Frank was speechless, unable to do anything except stare at your teeth sinking into your bottom lip while you diligently scrubbed the glasses.

”Hey, uh… I was thinkin’”, he coughed, swallowing thickly when you put your glasses back on but remained close to him, the height difference forcing you to look up at him. ”Yeah, uh, I was wonderin’ if you, uh, maybe wanted to do somethin’ together some time? Just the two a’us?” he questioned with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was doubting himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

He looked a little shy, even, his lips twitching adorably as he eyed you carefully, and certain that your heart would burst, you just managed a nod.

”Yeah?”

The sheer amazement in his voice made you giddy to a point where you couldn’t hold back an incredulous laugh, nodding again and again to confirm. ”I would really like that. I could make you dinner?” you proposed, and with narrowed eyes, Frank tilted his head at you, suddenly spiked with confidence. He was so used to being nervous with you, but now, realizing you felt the same way around him, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

”Think we could do it together? Wouldn’t want you put you out. And, you know, more time for us to spend together, right?” he planned, and with your heart swinging in your chest, you exhaled shakily.

”Does tomorrow work for you?” you uttered out, unable to believe you were a promise away from having a date with Frank. And with the same, astonished thought, Frank broke into a grin.

”It’s a date, sweetheart.”

And as promised, he showed up to your apartment the next evening and helped you with the pasta meal you had agreed upon. Both of you got over your initial nerves and in a blink of an eye, it was almost midnight and you were laughing on your couch, your loud cackle probably disturbing your neighbors but giving Frank an absolute sense of peace. He snorted into his wine glass over his own, stupid joke, his ego boosted by making you so amused and entertained.

”I am really glad you came tonight, Frankie”, you sighed, a shy smile taking over as you eyed him and placed a hand over his. His stomach swung at the feeling and he exhaled before turning to face you and nodding.

”Me too, sweetheart”, he whispered. Before either of you could say anything else, he noticed the stray eyelash on one of your lenses and leaned forward. ”Stay still f’me”, he spoke lowly, and not daring to even breathe, you watched the concentration tug on his eyebrows and narrow his eyes as he sat an inch from your face.

Carefully, he lifted his finger up to your glasses and with his trimmed nail, caught the eyelash and observed it briefly before blowing it away. The warm air touched upon your face, as well, and you exhaled heavily when he seemed to stay right there, not moving even though he was so, so close.

Fuck it, he thought. He had spent enough time fantasizing about the touch and taste of your lips — he needed to take action. And so, he gently placed a hand on your jaw and pulled you in to close the imperceptible distance between. Your lips met in the middle and your eyes closed on instinct, your hands clamoring up to his knees to balance yourself as he kissed you; first, sweet and tender, but eventually he leaned in deeper and his tongue took your breath away.

The air got hot and heavy and your hand wound up wrapped up in the chest of Frank’s button-up — the same one he had worn the first time you had met, and you felt light-headed when he pulled away. Your eyes met for a fleeting second, but no words were needed for him to dive back in and paw at your hips so you would get the hint and straddle him. You pushed him back onto the cushions enough to sit on his lap, his back pressed against the couch and his feet planted firmly on the ground as he let you tower over him.

And it was so goddamn better than he had ever been able to imagine.

When he was finally balanced over you in your bed, your chest rising and falling beneath him and his chain hanging above your face, he reached to take your glasses off of your eyes. It took you a few blinks to get accustomed to him being right there, the cuts and bruises on his face looking so soft now, and you slowly smiled while taking in the sight of him. From the endlessly deep and dark eyes to the swollen lips, he was beautiful and you couldn’t help but feel so lucky to be right here with him, legs wrapped around his hips and his fingers interlocking with yours.

He made damn sure to grab your glasses for you the next morning, too.

And it became a routine. Still now, an entire year later, he rolled over to you on the bed and attached his lips to your temple while murmuring a husky good mornin’ baby into your skin, before reaching over onto the nightstand and grabbing your glasses. While your eyes got oriented to the morning light, he gently unfolded the frames and slid the glasses onto your face, a smile curling his lips upwards as he did.

”There’s my pretty girl”, he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Yeah, he was pretty damn in love.

#frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle fanfiction

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eddies-house · 10 months

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The Under-Ground (18+ ONLY)

Chapter Six - The Yellow Car

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Modern!Barista!Eddie AU - "You made me hate myself and you were okay with that."

Enemies to Lovers, Modern!Barista!Eddie AU, Eddie x Fem Reader

9.6K Words

Warnings - Eddie is an asshole, eventual smut, mentions of drugs and drinking, drug dealing, allusions to mental illness, I don't think there's anything else but please let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: I have nothing to say other than pls lmk what you think cause I put my full pussy into this one like im so scared to post this

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The Harrington House, December of Junior Year

“Well done, Munson. Looks like you’ve won yourself a hundred bucks.”

What?

Oh.

It felt like blood filled your ears, everything becoming muffled the second the words were spoken. The breath had been stolen from your lungs and you wanted to choke. Hands numb, fingers tingling uncomfortably, and mouth drying up, you were obligated to process the unthinkable. The unthinkable in your eyes at least. A hot face seared with fresh humiliation was always the worst side effect.

A hundred bucks.

The guy with an arm wrapped around Eddie wore a letterman jacket. He looked like every other one of them. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a menacing smirk stuck to his stupid face. You’d seen him before, hell he was probably one of the boys to stand on the sidelines when the others made unsolicited comments at you. Nathan? You couldn’t remember his name and honestly, had no interest.

Then there was Eddie. He was a stranger now. You didn’t need any context, his face said it all. His lips were parted as if trying to grasp words, any words as he attempted to shrug the jock off of his shoulder. Those big brown eyes you one minute saw so much promise in were now distant and pleading. How could he do this to you?

A hundred dollar bill was slapped to his chest and…he grabbed it. Clutched it in his greedy hand.

The world was becoming one large swirling blob as hot tears brimmed in your eyes, your entire body shaking and your nerves on fire–not in the romantic way they were before. And that wasn’t all. There was a cherry on top, of course there was because it wouldn’t be your life if things didn’t progressively become worse and worse with each passing second. Several more jocks emerged from the pool table that once garnered their attention, each of them exhibiting a concerning amount of enthusiasm at your expense. If you were asked, you couldn’t recall anything they were shouting as they mimicked a dog’s bark after.

Paralyzing.

Mortifyingly paralyzing—all you wanted to do was run, you didn’t know where but you wanted to leave this awful place. And yet you found yourself glued to the very same bean bag that moments before held a girl that was so entranced and intoxicated—not on alcohol but on him. She was nearly a ghost now, a shell of a person with barely any breath left in her, a corpse in the making. El c

All you could hear was hot blood pumping through your veins at a concerningly rapid rate, everything else was tuned out and your sole focus was how Eddie changed from the charming bad boy that only showed that certain softness for you into every other guy you’d encountered. Shallow. Selfish. Scary. Everything you knew him as, he no longer embodied. The Eddie you knew was now also a shell.

You know when a person just feels like home? They’re safe. Warm. Familiar scents. Their presence is like a hug, a welcoming embrace. Eddie was like home in the sense that his eyes offered an affectionate glow and he was always sugary sweet–not just regular sugar though–brown sugar. A bit gritty with undertones of candied molasses, caramel and toffee lingering on the tongue if anyone ever cared to unveil those parts of him…which you did.

And he threw it all back in your face. He didn’t need to say anything. He was no longer the feeling of home, not since he just essentially threw you out on the doorstep and shut the lights off, feeding you to the wolves. Your name fell from his lips desperately, his hand flying out to grasp at your knee, a hundred dollar bill still crushed in his other hand so tight he might just rip it and ruin his fortune. But you were too fast, flinching away while boys congratulated him, praised him as tears rolled silently down your cheeks. And before you could endure anymore your legs were carrying you up the wooden stairs, shoes thumping on each step as you attempted to maintain balance through teary eyes.

You were an object.

–

Present Day

“Shit.”

The quiet but noticeable curse came from the front of the shop, your head only tilting toward the noise not out of curiosity but out of instinct. Whatever Eddie was bent out of shape over this time was none of your concern. The atmosphere had shifted since the cup debacle, it almost felt awkward but you were more disoriented than anything.

It wasn’t fair.

You were spiraling in the whirlpool that was Eddie’s recent behavior and yet he seemed unaffected. Yes, he was acting far more civilly than he had in years but he still had this spark to him that no one could seem to put out. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to–no you knew you didn’t–that wasn’t your intention, ever. The spark was never the issue, it was the fact that the spark would grow into flames. Unforgiving, destructive, scolding flames only headed in your direction, everyone else safe from the path of annihilation that was guided by his venomous words.

It wasn’t exactly ideal, your declared enemy since junior year suddenly holding back on firing like he was out of ammo. It would be enough to send anyone into insanity because he would never run out of ammo, he would always have something to say that would hit a nerve just right but tonight…tonight he seemed to be aiming toward himself. Small self-deprecating jokes of ‘Munson, were you born fucking yesterday?’ said to no one in particular as a healthy glob of whip cream slid off of the small mountain he was creating and onto the sticky floor.

So when he muttered a curse toward the front of the shop as you silently dismissed yourself to the breakroom to catch up on some assignments in the absence of any customers due to the storm outside, you didn’t pay any mind.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit!”

Not even a blink of an eye was offered as you scrolled through the files on your laptop, tracking pad greasy from the endless stress eating when you happened to attend a study group every now and then. The breakroom table shook as your knee bounced against the leg. Whatever the issue was, he could figure it out. Hell, how does cleaning the window warrant that much of a reaction? How badly could he fuck up cleaning a window? You didn’t even care, the thought was gone as soon as it came. He wasn’t going to earn a reaction, not when he was pulling whatever stunt he was pulling at the moment.

“Fuck my life–Roadkill, I think we got a big problem.”

Your eyes may as well have rolled into another dimension. If he thought he could just start calling you that, reality would have to slap him in the face. No, this was not going to be entertained.

“I think you’re gonna wanna–shit! There was a brief silence and some shuffling before he yelled back again. “You’re gonna have to get your ass out here and tell me what the fuck to do. This is just–god dammit! This is not in my job description.”

There was no helping the grin that pulled at your lips, no matter how hard you tried to hold it back.

“No? Nothing?” It sounded as if he was talking to himself more so than you which only elicited a quiet chuckle that you knew wouldn't be heard all the way from the back. “Okay, well then you can explain to Ronnie–god fuck! Where are the fucking rags–or just anything absorbent?!” His voice got closer and you knew he was rummaging through the several cabinets lining the coffee bar, your suspicion only confirmed when the slam of each small door would echo through the shop.

“I think you got it handled.” You finally chime in, a smirk displayed on your face, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you typed.

“Got it handled my ass.” It was mumbled under his breath but you still caught it as his steps seemed to get closer only to appear in the doorway of the break room, bangs sticking straight up in disarray and a torn up rag clutched in his hand tightly, a hand braced against the doorway as he leaned against it, cocking a brow at you which you only caught as you glanced up at him against your better judgment. “Is that what you’re gonna tell Ronnie when he shows up tomorrow and everything is completely under water? ‘Oh, Eddie had it handled’. Yeah that’s gonna go just fine, then we’re both gonna get fired–”

“What–wait–what are you talking–”

“It’s flooding!” An urgent point of his finger toward the front had your eyes widening.

Not another second was wasted as you flew out of your seat, pushing past Eddie and receiving a grunt in response as you slammed a little too hard into his chest on the way out. And sure enough, water was trickling in from underneath the two french doors, inching further and further into the shop.

“Shit.”

“That’s what I said! You didn’t listen!”

Eddie shoved the tattered and useless rag into his back pocket before reaching for a throw blanket that had been previously carefully placed on the couch near the bookshelves. He had no fear as he stepped into the water that didn’t quite reach the top of his boots yet. The blanket was wedged in the crack underneath the door as much as it could go to keep the water at bay. But it would only hold for so long.

“I-I’m gonna call Ronnie.” You decide, Eddie nodding as he further kicked the fabric underneath the door.

It would’ve been a decent plan had the storm not affected the cell towers. You attempted to get through but the call wouldn’t go through and panic only grew in your features. In denial, you even tried a few more times, hoping, just hoping that maybe the call would carry through but to no avail, the call dropped every time.

“Okay, it should hold for a few minutes but after that we’re fucked.” Eddie was only causing more anxiety in his statement.

“Oh god. I can’t get any signal.” You would have winced at the way you whined if you weren’t internally crumbling.

“I think we just need to get the fuck outta here.”

“Do you see outside?! We won’t even be able to see two feet in front of us and the water is rising!” A clammy hand dragged down your cheek in despair, your breath uneven. Why could you never catch a break?

“I’m gonna check the back, see if we can go that way. You just…watch the door and yell if it starts flooding again.”

All you could do was nod as he raced toward the back. Water was slowly spilling into the shop little by little and just when you thought things were as bad as they could get, the lights began flickering and you knew the power was done for. It was only a matter of when it would go out. So you did what you could, shoving the blanket even further under the crack to create a barrier, becoming desperate enough to even untie your apron knowing the canvas material would provide more assistance as you tucked it beneath the door. As you squat to push the material further, your foot slips and suddenly your knees are engulfed in the puddle of water that had formed. You hissed at the impact of the hard floor but brushed it off the moment you realized you created a wall between the water and the shop that was sturdy enough and didn’t seem like it would falter anytime soon. Knock on wood cause god forbid if the night spirals into an even bigger shit show, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“So, there’s no way we’re getting out through the back.”

God, you just kept jinxing yourself.

With doe eyes, you looked up at Eddie like a pathetic excuse of a human. Your pants were becoming drenched every second you sat there, the fabric absorbing a small amount of the large puddle you resided in. Tears pooled once again and you swore you wouldn’t cry in front of him again but it seemed inevitable at this point. It was like your new thing. And before you could jinx yourself any further, the lights flickered especially bright before blacking out completely. It was nearly pitch black except for the saving grace of the streetlights outside that must have been on some kind of backup generator.

“C’mon.” Eddie’s hands were on you, pulling you up by your arms but you shoved him away, tears spilling despite your best efforts.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t do this now. C’mon.” His voice was soft but firm as he continued his attempt at pulling you out of the water.

“Stop it!” Your hand came down, splashing the water harshly in the heat of the moment. You could be equated to a child having a tantrum and you hated that he’d probably hold this over you.

“Let’s go.” He wasn’t giving up but he wasn’t making fun of you either. It only added to your outburst, everything was all so confusing, your whole life felt like it had been shaken around in a to-go container and opened only to reveal the leftovers splattered–a mess you can’t undo. An unappetizing meal that no one would go near.

“Quit doing that! You’re acting like you care!”

“Get up.”

“Stop playing mind games with me, Eddie.” Snot was dripping from your nose but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Get up.” The tone was stern as he held a ringed hand out to you which you only stared at in anguish. “Get up. If you don’t get up, I’m picking you up.” You continued to glare up at him through wet eyelashes and salty tears.

“Get fucked.” You spat bitterly.

Large brown eyes stared up at the ceiling momentarily as if he was pondering before he knelt down to your eye level. Even in the darkness you could still see that spark in his eyes, pupils blown in mischief. “I’ll give you one more chance. Let me help you up or I’m gonna make you get up.”

Oh.

For some reason you found yourself even more stubborn in your pitiful puddle of tears and rain water.

“Get. Fucked.”

Before you could even exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, you were thrown over Eddie’s shoulder and for the life of you, you couldn’t ignore the spice lingering in his cologne and the detergent wafting into your nose from his shirt. You didn’t even realize you were gripping said shirt in between your fingers until he began to set you on the plush leather couch, his shirt raising before you released the cotton at the realization.

“I mean it, go away.” You weakly wiped at your cheeks as he knelt in front of you, looking up at your puffy face as he toyed with his rings.

“I will. But first I need to make sure you won’t have a heart attack.”

“I’m fine.”

You weren’t.

With a short nod and a sigh, he stands up. And what did it mean if you suddenly felt devoid of warmth?

–

9:00 PM.

It was 9:00 PM, an hour and a half later and the phone lines were still dead, the rain was coming down harder than you’d ever seen, and the shop remained engulfed in darkness. The power wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. Though your shift was over, there was no way you were leaving without being washed away or drowning.

At least there was a comfortable couch and a supply of food at your disposal. Even then, fear was consuming you and you just couldn’t help it.

What if the flooding gets so bad and we have nowhere to go so we’re forced to drown?

What if I die and I was never able to make amends with Steve?

What about Robin?

What about Will?

What about Dustin? Lucas? Max? El? Mike? Jonathan? Nancy? Joyce? Everyone?

My found family.

What if they all forget about me?

What if they don’t care?

The thoughts were becoming unbearable, devastatingly unbearable and your brain may as well have imploded from the impending doom you were subjecting yourself to. Again, you were crying. But this time Eddie wasn’t watching, he was occupied atop the counter, back to you, his apron discarded next to him as he swung his feet back and forth. In his hand was a straw wrapper, folded neatly over and over until it was as small as he was able to get it before unraveling it and repeating the process. All you could do was bury your head in your hands because your final thought of unavoidable despair was: What if I wanted to see more of this Eddie?

But that wasn’t possible and it never could be. Because he was an arrogant and short tempered man with no regard for you. Right? You hadn’t engaged with him this much since high school, every other time in between didn’t allow for the two of you to interact for more than ten minutes at a time. Then you wouldn’t see each other for months until plans collided and someone had accidentally invited you both. Now he was everywhere. All the time. It’s almost like that one thing people say where if you think about a yellow car, you’ll see a yellow car everywhere you go without fail.

There was no excusing the damage he had caused all those years ago and if you’re honest, you were still repairing it. But there was nagging in the back of your brain, a faint feeling that was familiar and that’s why it was scary. Because the last time this feeling lurked on the outskirts of your thoughts, you got hurt. A kind of hurt that you don’t just recover from and move on, forgive and forget. The kind of hurt that makes you ache so deep when you’re face to face with the source. And what were you supposed to do when that source created both a tremendous ache, painfully and longingly? Left you hating his guts but wanting more all in the same breath?

No, you were supposed to despise him. He made you hate yourself and he was okay with that. That’s what you needed to remember. He was not seventeen years old and stealing your heart, he was seventeen years old and shattering it to pieces. And yet, he was the yellow car of your life. Were you his?

–

The Harrington House, December of Junior Year

The stairs.

The stairs became your least favorite place in the world at that moment. A sob escaped your lungs uncontrollably and though you did your best to muffle the sound with your hands, you still caught a few stares from some girls passing you on their way down. You couldn’t imagine how crazy you looked with tears rolling down your face as you wobbled up the steps, only managing to make it to the landing before you had to take a minute to collect yourself. The basement was suffocating, if you had to breathe in anymore of its toxic fumes you felt you might just pass out. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to trek up the last few steps, your body was refusing to carry you any further.

With a hand braced against the wall, you attempted to regulate your breathing and tame your oncoming sobs only to fail as you stood there in utter mortification. The woops and the yells of the boys downstairs continued only spurring on your anxiety which kept you a hostage on the landing.

“Oh, Munson’s gonna go hit that!”

“He’s going for the gold!”

You couldn’t find it in you to be surprised anymore.

“Fuck off!”

A series of offended yet amused ‘oh’s sounded throughout the room and after that, the thump of some heavy boots against the bottom of the wooden stairs. Knowing very well who those steps belonged to, you ignored them and set your priorities on getting up the remainder of the stairs. A task that seemed near impossible in your current state as a trembling foot placed itself on the next step up only to hesitate and fall back onto the landing as you bit your lip and tried to suck back as many tears as you could.

“Fuck.” You whispered, reprimanding yourself as hot, fat tears continued to spill down your face, your hands doing their best to wipe them away only to be defeated as more trailed down.

A murmur of your name just behind you had your shoulders tensing and your eyes squeezing shut. Eddie’s voice sounded distraught, for what reason you weren’t sure. He won his stupid bet and he wasn’t the one being exploited.

“Please, let me–”

“I-I’m leaving. Just–just leave me alone.”

Eddie wanted to throw himself down the stairs but he knew that would even provide enough pain to measure up to what he’d inflicted on you. He fucked up. Your shaking frame and wet sniffles made him want to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. But he also knew that would never be enough, the look in your eyes as you realized the density of the situation was something he would never be able to get out of his mind. The absolute terror flashing across your face would haunt him forever and when you evacuated the basement like your life depended on it with complete panic etched into your features he accepted that he ruined everything.

“C-can we talk? Please. Please.” You’d never heard him sound so small and you hated that there was an ounce of you that felt for him when he was the villain here. You didn’t need to see his face to know that those stupid puppy dog eyes were looking up at you, begging for you to turn around. You could just feel it.

“No.”

“Let me explain.”

The nerve. As if you were too brainless to understand.

“You don’t need to.”

Finally, you faced him. Looking over your shoulder all you saw was betrayal disguised as a beautiful boy that you vowed to never go near again. Of course you were right about his stupid puppy dog eyes because they were looking up at you from a few steps down, glassy and pleading, his mouth opening and closing as if to respond but no words were good enough. He knew that.

“Leave me alone, Eddie. I mean it.” You gritted, finding the courage to embark up the rest of the stairs. You had no intention of entertaining a conversation with someone who never had your best interest in mind, especially a conversation where he would beg for sympathy and understanding. As you emerged from the basement, the hall became foggy. More tears. Shocker. The music grew louder as you shoved through groups of people, not one of them paying any mind in their intoxicated state. You saw the light at the end of the tunnel when Nancy and Steve were in clear view, talking and swaying to the music. Nancy. You just needed to get to Nancy. Except a barrier of all black and leather was suddenly in your way. And those goddamn near black eyes that you now loathed despite how enthralling they were.

“I didn’t accept the money.” He stood in your way and it only made you boil.

“Oh, that makes things so much better! Do you want a medal?”

You were turning sour and he had never witnessed this side of you before. You were always the sweet and reserved girl from school. He had to come to terms with the fact that he was the one to turn things upside down and spoil the budding relationship you shared. But he only knew how to twist the knife deeper and deeper so if his tone came out meaner than he intended, he wasn’t able to reverse it and he was fully aware of that. After all, sabotage was what he did best even if he was internally screaming at himself to stop.

“A medal? I don’t want a fucking medal. I want to talk!”

“Talk about what?! Talk about how you’re a liar? I watched you take the money. You used me.”

Your finger prodded at his sternum rather hard but he didn’t budge.

“No, no I didn’t.”

Lies. Everything was made up of lies. He was a liar.

“I have to get out of here.” Your fingers swiped under your eyes, gathering any makeup that had built up in your turmoil, a defeated breath escaping you as you moved toward Nancy who was watching with concern. But he stubbornly blocked your way once again.

“I know I made a stupid mistake but I wasn’t talking to you just to get a hundred bucks–”

“Eddie, I don’t wanna hear it. Just leave me alone.”

It was over. The damage was done and you planned to never look his way again. All you needed was to cry into Nancy and hear Steve’s comforting words. Though he was right about Eddie, you knew he wouldn’t celebrate seeing as you got hurt as a result of going against his warnings. It was never something he’d wish upon you but you were being reckless and it was proving his point.

“I have liked you ever since last year. Tonight I made a dumb decision, I know that.”

There was regret in his eyes but it was too late for any kind of redemption. He made his bed and he had to lay in it.

“Do you?” You whisper.

His gaze went softer and an anxious hand ran through his curls, tugging at them a bit too harshly. All he could hear in his brain was ‘fix this fix this fix this’ but how could he fix this?

“I-I never thought about the money. They said they thought I could never get you to talk to me and I knew I could because we already had been talking but I–I also started doubting–”

“Do. Not. Make this about you. Do not try to make me feel sorry for you.” You turned cold right before his eyes. It was something he never would have expected from you but he knows that if anyone could cause it, it would be him. Of course it would be him. He never deserved love in the first place so it was fitting that the moment he received anything close to it, he did what he did best and destroyed it.

“I’m not. I got in my head and did something I’m not proud of. But I need you to know that I never talked to you just to make a few extra bucks.”

He was trying, fuck he was trying. But it wasn’t good enough and below the surface he had already accepted that but there was a naive little boy inside of him that yearned for love and always cried ‘why’ whenever he managed to ruin everything. The only answer he could come up with was ‘because I’m me’.

“I liked you. Do you know how it felt to have it all thrown in my face like that? And have everyone laughing and watching me? Like I’m some kind of zoo animal? All because some boy used my crush to his advantage?”

I liked you.

Crush.

You were red in the face and all he could think about was the flutter in his stomach as his brain hung onto those words.

“It’s not like that and you know it. I have talked to you since last year. Before tonight. I have liked you this whole time.”

Admitting it was hard, he’d never done that before but he was clawing his way back to the old dynamic you two had. What he failed to realize in his teenage mind was that there was no going back. It was a lost cause. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be fine again.

“No you haven’t. No, no one who likes someone would ever treat them like this. Steve was right, you are a lowlife.” You’d never seen red like this before but the more bullshit he was spewing, the closer to the edge you got.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“A lowlife Eddie. You’re a lowlife. What? Did I offend you? I’m sorry I thought that's what this was. I thought we had no respect for each other, right?”

He thought he was doing the right thing, so why were you rejecting everything he said? He was admitting to his wrong doings and being honest so didn’t that warrant a peaceful resolution? That’s what he initially thought but he was quickly learning that there were layers upon layers to this argument, that to truly understand and to truly earn your respect he needed to fully dissect the situation. He had no idea how to.

“I’m trying to tell you what happened! I’m trying to lay it all out and tell you I fucked up–”

“Why don’t you go back to selling drugs to your little jock friends? I guess trailer trash and white trash really go hand in hand. You guys are perfect for each other.”

Oh.

It was a low blow and you weren’t proud. All you wanted to do in that moment was hurt him like he hurt you. He was speechless and you guessed that maybe that was the reaction you wanted. To stun him. Show him you weren’t just a fragile girl he could play with for his own benefit.

“You know I was so stupid for thinking you were different from them. You’re a monster just like them. I don’t know why I ever thought you were the exception.”

“Is that what you think?” His voice turned eerily quiet. The party surrounding you may as well have not existed with how tense things had become.

“Yeah. I think I should have just listened to Steve and stayed far away from you. What was I thinking liking someone who’s good for nothing other than a few pills and some shitty weed?”

Rage took the wheel but you didn’t care and you’d even vouch that he deserved it. And he’d agree with you but sometimes words dig up old wounds and the sting only fueled the flames behind his eyes.

“Fine. Run to King Steve like you always do. I bet you’re fucking him just to keep him around.”

He should’ve just spat in your face instead, it would’ve had the same effect as his words.

“Excuse me?”

“What do I know though? I’m just some shitty trailer trash drug dealer.”

He offers a shrug but in the most unfriendly way. Your words were eating away at him like acid and he was trying his best to appear unaffected. Had you not been so full of resentment you may have caught him cracking.

“You’re such an asshole.”

A shove to his chest lets him know that he’s done his job. That he’s wrecked the only good thing he had going for him. Just as he regrettably promised himself so many times. So why not finish it off with a painful pinch of distaste?

“At least I don’t have to beg to keep my friends around.”

“At least I don’t have to mooch off of the jocks and use a stupid bet for some extra cash.”

“I didn’t take the fucking money.” His jaw clenched, teeth gritting as he scowled at you.

“That doesn’t matter! Are you fucking blind?! I don’t give a shit that you gave the money back. It’s the fact that you accepted the bet in the first place and then when it blew up in your face you turned into a coward!”

That sounds about right.

You hit every point on the mark.

But he wasn’t going to stand here and convince you that he was actually a good guy when he knew he wasn’t.

Nancy’s soothing voice broke the barriers of the heavy conversation fumigating the hallway before anything else could be said.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

The way Nancy glared at him as she guided you out of the hall made his stomach churn. And the way Steve shot daggers at him only further proved that he was everything everyone said he was. He confirmed Steve’s premonitions and he’d forever detest himself for it.

That night you’d passed by the kitchen as the party died down, all you wanted was water before returning upstairs to cry and get drunk on cheap wine with Nancy. What you got was Eddie Munson making out with Chrissy Cunningham in the middle of the kitchen. And when he caught your broken eyes, he knew he was the vessel for everything you hated.

–

Present Day

The crying wouldn’t cease as you remained curled up on the couch, knees to your chest and head in your hands. The last 48 hours had been eventful enough that you would require a week to sleep it off. The amount of crying only tacked on the time you would need to recover. Outside, the storm continued raging and the wind combined with the harsh rain against the windows raised your anxieties. Every other second you’d glance at the door anticipating the water breaking through the barrier you created and feared that soon enough the place would be flooded and you had no way out.

From what you could hear, there was some rummaging around behind the counter but that was the least of your concerns right now. Whatever Eddie was messing around with this time wasn’t important and truthfully, you were just concentrating on keeping your sobs under control. If one slipped out every so often, Eddie didn’t pay any mind or say anything which you were grateful for.

Until you felt a presence in front of you which you refused to acknowledge, further burying your face in your hands and cowering into your knees. You pretended he wasn’t there.

“Here.”

His voice was soft and velvety. You were able to conclude that he was sitting on the coffee table in front of you as you peeked for a split second from between your fingers. What he was offering you, you weren’t able to determine from the quick glance. You responded with a shake of your head, hoping he’d just go back to mindlessly tinkering with things around the shop or fidgeting with straw wrappers.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

Like he’d give a shit.

“C’mon, you gotta breathe.”

At this you give in, allowing him the smallest view of your eyes from just above your knees, wet lashes blinking up at him in the most beautiful way though he wishes he could take away all the sadness you were radiating. Gentle. He has to be gentle. And if you happened to snap at him he had to control himself. Breathe.

“Here.” He repeats, holding out a to-go cup, just like the one from earlier.

Again you shake your head. And he has to be fine with that. He is fine with that. Your poor body was trembling and he was carefully selecting his next words so he wouldn’t feed whatever was causing this episode. Cup neglected next to him on the coffee table, his palms rest on the tops of his thighs as he stares at the floor contemplating. A flash of light and a rumbling of thunder, louder than you could ever imagine has you flinching, face wincing almost as if in pain and he isn’t sure what his next move is. When you glance back over at the door in fear he knows he has to divert your attention. He isn’t sure how long you’ll both be stuck in here and if you’re freaking out the entire time it won’t help either of you.

“Hey. The door is fine.” He didn’t know that for sure but it seemed to be holding up and no more water was seeping into the shop so he was confident enough.

“Yeah.” You whisper, lip being pulled in between your teeth nervously, nearly drawing blood.

“I promise–”

A deafening crack of thunder just about swallowed the town and on instinct, you lunged forward to grip Eddie’s bicep tightly. Your nails were digging into his skin but he didn’t mind. His initial reaction was to pull you into his arms but he decided against it. Instead he gripped your forearms, gentle enough that if you were to pull away his hands would fall off of you with ease. If this was the closest he’d get to ever holding you, he’d take it.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” He soothed, his voice dripping with honey like never before. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You seemed to realize how out of character you were as you let go of his arm, hands in the air as if surrendering but if you only knew he didn’t want you to.

“Sorry.” You murmur, eyes wide.

His gaze never left you and yours never left his. You were too close to him yet you couldn’t move back. Somehow you still allowed his hands to hold your forearms and without thinking his thumb caressed the skin ever so slightly, a whisper of a touch.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.” That boyish smile graced his lips and for the first time in a while, you were appreciating it with stars in your eyes.

Another clap of thunder and a blinding light streaked across the sky and once again, you were clinging onto him but this time as he held your forearms, you held his. You almost fit like pieces of a puzzle.

“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized twice more and he wasn’t sure why. If anything he should be spending the rest of his life apologizing to you. That’s what Wayne would tell him if he knew the density of the situation between you.

“Stop saying sorry.”

“I-I’m…sorry?” You laughed. A breathy but genuine laugh. His heart felt like it was going to rip itself out of his chest as he laughed with you. Yeah. He wanted to spend forever laughing with you. So he would savor this moment if it was all he could get.

You released his forearms and finally moved back to your original position on the couch. Your warmth was missing from his skin and he ached even just having been allowed that one simple pleasure for a minute or so.

“Drink this, it’ll probably make you feel better.” For one last time, he offered you a token of his peace, a declaration that even if you still didn’t take it, he would still honor it and respect your decision.

The streetlights illuminated your face in a way that he wanted to remember for eternity. If you were his, he’d trace his finger down the slope of your nose. But you weren’t and you’d never be. It was his fault and throughout all the grief he had given you, he somehow learned to fall even harder. That was never the intention. Truth be told, he didn’t know what the intention was. Maybe subconsciously he was pushing you further and further away since he fully accepted he’d never have you. A dumb concept, he knows but that’s how his brain was wired.

“Hot chocolate?” You ask, head tilted in the most adorable way, brow raised at him in suspicion.

“What else would it be?”

“Poison.” You joke but he doesn’t quite find it funny. He should. What changed?

“No. No, not poison.” It’s mumbled as he stands, beginning to make his way back toward the counter. He’s stopped when your hand reaches out to grab his elbow, another clap of thunder accompanying the action which only causes your nails to dig into his skin again, a welcoming sensation.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” You frown. He didn’t mean to cause it but he finds ways to disappoint time after time.

“I-uh, I don’t know.” Liar.

“Well, you can’t leave me here.” Was this your way of saying you needed him? Why would you ever need him? He was the bane of your existence and you had no problem showing it until now. Now you were being almost…sweet? No, not quite although he couldn’t deny that you were sweet all the way around–even when you were telling him off. Even when you were telling him how much you hated him. You were being friendly. Towards him.

Towards him?

He didn’t deserve that.

But who was he to say no to you?

“Okay.” He whispers, seating himself on the opposite end of the couch, a few feet in between you for modesty.

It turned silent. Only the golf ball sized rain drops pounding against the windows and the occasional rumble of thunder filling the gap. You still hadn’t taken a sip of your drink and he figured you’d never accept his semblance of a peace offering. And he was slowly learning to be okay with it. Wasn’t quite okay with it yet but he would be. He hopes.

And then you sipped it, letting the chocolatey goodness coat your throat and soothe your nerves. You’d never know how big of a deal it was to him. As you looked at him across the couch, his mouth was hung open and the ghost of a grin lingered.

“It really is poisonous isn’t it?” You ask.

“No.” He answers, jaw tightening. “Why do you keep insisting that I’m going to poison you?”

Another crash of thunder alerts you, causing you to jump involuntarily which only made the hot chocolate slosh over the side of the cup and singe the skin of your wrist. A series of curses sputtered off of your tongue and instantly Eddie had grabbed a handful of napkins, offering them to you which you accepted right away, blotting the liquid and watching the skin turn red.

“I-I don’t think you’re going to poison me. It’s a joke.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Why does that bother you so much?”

A sigh falls from his lips, hand running through his lengthy curls. He didn’t exactly know how to formulate the answer into words but he would try.

“I just–I don’t–I’m not like that.”

“Like what? A murderer? Eddie, I know that. I’m just messing around. We hate each other so it just seems fitting.”

His eyes grow two sizes bigger and ten times softer at your statement. His mouth runs without him even thinking but he doesn’t regret it.

“I don’t hate you.”

It takes a moment for you to respond. You’re not as surprised as you should be but you weren’t expecting it either.

“You–you don’t?” Your eyes dart from the beverage back to him as if working out an equation.

“No.”

“Then–then why–what do you call what we’ve been doing this whole time?”

It was a genuine question. If he didn’t hate you then why was he constantly belittling you? Arguing with you? If not in the name of hatred, then what was it all for?

“I couldn’t tell you. I’ve been trying to understand that myself.”

His gaze faltered briefly, insecurely. You’d never seen him with his guard down like this. He did still have those stupid puppy dog eyes, he always had them. But they looked especially sad tonight. Not that you were giving in. What exactly would you be giving in to? Nothing.

“Hold on. You’re the one who started all this. Am I just expected to tell you I don’t hate you? Eddie, you did some seriously messed up shit–”

“I know. I know. Every time I see you I think about it.” It came out strained, as if it physically pained him but what right did he have acting wounded when he was the one who inflicted pain in the first place? You were both aware that he didn’t have that right.

“And to this day you’re still doing some seriously messed up shit like the thing with Steve? If you don’t hate me then what the fuck was that?”

Steve. It wasn’t clear if your bond was completely severed or hanging by a thread. But Eddie played a part in that too and that was more pain and harm done by his hand.

“I don’t know, okay? I keep sabotaging myself, it’s kinda the only thing I’m good at. That’s not an excuse. I’m just trying to make sense of it as much as you are. All I know is that I don’t hate you. And I fully expect you to hate my fucking guts.”

The only person he’d been sabotaging was you. That’s how you saw it. Your life had been on a downward spiral more so when he began showing his face recently. And here he was declaring that he was sabotaging himself and that nothing made sense to him either. You couldn’t buy it. He was the cause of it all, meanwhile he wasn’t even sure of himself what the goal was.

“Eddie. You made me hate myself and you were okay with that.” Tears threatened to resurface but you were able to suck them back. It was a noticeable gesture but at least you weren’t crying again. And his eyes only seemed to grow softer, more bambi like rather than black holes that left you uncertain.

“I was never okay with it.” Before he continued, his mouth seemed to hesitate as he thought about what he said next. The words get stuck on his tongue, he needs to say them but he’s struggling. He shouldn’t be struggling because you deserve to hear what’s lingering in the back of his throat. It’s just that he’s never been good at feelings and has never claimed to be. Fucking this up would mean three steps backwards after he was brave enough to take that first step. He thought of Wayne and the talk they had the previous night, hoping to find some kind of courage because ‘sorry’ was all he was trying to say but how he said it mattered the most. “But I never made any effort to fix it or stop being an asshole and I’m sorry.”

The air was still. Your face displayed no emotion and it was proving difficult to determine how you took to his apology. So he rambled on.

“And the thing with Steve.” Oh boy. “It was nothing. We were messing around not that that makes it any better but honestly we were just looking to get off. Steve came to me cause there were no other dudes in town and he didn’t wanna drive all the way to Indy to find someone. That’s it.”

That’s it?

“That makes me feel so much better.” Sarcasm was laced in your bitter response, your eyes rolling, feeling as heavy as bowling balls before they focused on the babbling idiot on the other side of the couch again.

“Hey, I just said ‘not that it makes it any better’, didn’t I?” It didn’t come off as mean like usual. It came off as more…humorous. But not at your expense. There was no undertone of insult, not with the way the corner of his mouth raised in the most authentically Eddie way. The way you remember from high school. It was the little upturn of his mouth that he really only ever offered you and you were embarrassed to admit to yourself that you noticed. But god, you hadn’t realized how much you missed that cute small dimpled smile until he just flashed it at you. Only for you.

“So Steve is still a huge jackass?” Maybe it was you being delusional from lack of sleep paired with the psychotic events you were being put through but you returned the same humor. Your own tiny upturn of your lips displayed. Only for him. Even if he did take your heart and stomp on it right in front of you years ago.

“That’s up to you. I’m not getting involved.”

His brows raised as he threw his hands up. He’d caused enough chaos to last a lifetime.

“And you’re still a huge jackass?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Eddie was so sure of his answer and though you were pleased with his reply, something felt achey.

“Are you throwing a pity party?” You tried to divert from the sting you felt, he didn’t warrant any sympathy after all and you were well out of it.

“No. I just really need to grow up.” There was a desperate plea in there somewhere. Not necessarily directed toward you but you detected it nonetheless.

“And it took fucking Steve for that to happen?”

An unexpected decorative pillow was thrown your way, landing in your lap and you couldn’t stifle your laugh. He was in the same boat, cheeks hurting from how wide his grin was and when you tossed the pillow back at his head, he felt his heart in his throat. It thumped uncharacteristically hard, he could feel it in his bones.

“Shut up. It wasn’t fucking, remember? But yeah, I guess King Steve actually did me a favor in a way.”

“By favor do you mean…getting you off–”

“No, god no!” The pillow was again flung into your lap, not too hard, just right as it elicited another giggle from you. “I mean if that didn’t happen then things wouldn’t have happened the way they did. I wouldn’t have gone and bothered my poor uncle late at night and he wouldn't have given me a stern talking to that I honestly needed.”

“Well, whatever he told you it must have worked. You’ve been a lot less jackass-ish today. It’s kinda weirding me out.”

Another pillow to his chest let him know that he was doing okay. He was still the scum of the earth but he was doing okay. The grunt he let out only made you snicker at him from underneath your hand.

“Listen, I’m not always a jackass but when I am good fucking riddance. And I happen to only get that way with you and Steve.”

“Why?”

“I guess–I guess it’s like–well with Steve he was always in the crowd that hated us at school. You know, the nerdy kids, all into DND. Always acted like he was better. Especially since he had money.” Eddie paused, finding himself choked up as he debated his next statement.

You couldn’t deny how pretty he looked in the glow of the orange toned street lights outside. His side profile was something straight out of a renaissance painting, just as you’d observed before. Your finger could delicately trail down the bridge of his nose perfectly. You imagined.

“And with you–I-I fucked up.” He completed his thought.

A moment passed as you sucked in a breath.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. I was a stupid ass teenager who liked a girl so much he got cocky and ruined everything.”

Liked a girl so much.

Those aren’t the words you should be focusing on yet they’re the only ones that seem to stand out. Were you feeding into misogyny if you kept only hanging onto the parts where he said he liked you? You were so mixed up in so many emotions and it was hard to distinguish what you were supposed to be feeling in the moment.

“You know, I never actually listened to what happened that night. At least from your perspective. I don’t know if I wanna know but we’ve got time to kill so…” Your own form of an olive branch. One that maybe he didn’t deserve but you’d extended it anyway. You were feeling generous and if you really needed to, you could cut that branch.

“I uh–okay.” He began nervously, twisting his rings in his routine habit. “The gist of it is that some jock bet that I couldn’t get you to talk to me and smile.”

You hummed in response, displeased.

“He said something about a hundred dollars but to be honest I didn’t pay a lot of attention.”

“Sure.” You scoff.

“Please just—he—he just started going off about how I wouldn’t be able to do it. And I knew I would because we had been talking for a while. So I figured, why the fuck not? I have reason to talk to this girl I’ve liked for so long who I know will talk to me and laugh at my jokes and I get to make an ass out of this brainless jock. Except, uh that didn’t really happen and I ended up as the ass.”

Disappointment was evident in the way his brows knit together and how his eyes glued themselves to the ground.

“Yeah, you did.”

“And then uh–and then I didn’t stop there as you know. You were there. I said some mean shit.”

He paused to take a deep, thoughtful breath. Eyes fluttering shut before reopening to meet yours again.

“I still say mean shit. But I-uh I wanna work on it.”

“I can respect that.”

“You don’t have to.” Before you can respond he tacks on one more detail that you were curious to see if he’d even address. If he was man enough to bring up. “Oh and uh—the—the whole making out with Chrissy thing. That was a dick move. I did it to spite you. Which was kinda evil. So, I’m sorry for that too.”

“I just need you to know that you really hurt me that night. I don’t care how young we were. It’s haunted me to this day.”

You can’t seem to meet his eyes as you say it, fingers toying with a loose thread on your jeans. His reply is more mature than you’d think to hear from him which only made your head snap up at his admission.

“I’ve hurt you several nights. And I hate that I knew I hurt you and kept hurting you. And I’m sorry. That probably doesn’t mean much coming from me but I am.”

He’d never sounded so sincere in the time you knew him, big brown homely eyes staring at you profoundly. But there was still a lot to unpack and you couldn’t just drop that baggage and forget about it.

“I can’t accept your apology. Not right now anyway. I don’t think you as a man will ever understand the fear and humiliation I felt that night. Every boy in that room cheered you on. I was an item to you all. I was like some prize. I felt like a piece of meat.”

It was true, you’d felt like a display and ever since then, relationships were something you strayed from, unable to trust another human in that way that you’re supposed to when love blossoms.

His posture straightens up and he scoots a centimeter over but never crosses the unestablished boundary that was your side of the couch, doesn’t even come close to it.

“You’re right. I’ll never understand. I never meant to make you feel like a prize or a piece of meat but I did and I can’t imagine how much that traumatized you.”

“It really did. I’ve been scared of liking anyone ever since.” You hadn’t realized you were so okay with being open about it until the words hit the air.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He winced as if he was physically in pain, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know I can’t really undo everything but um—if you give me like–a week tops I’ll find another job that will let me work nights–”

“Eddie, I think you’re too late.”

“What? No, no I swear I can probably–”

“Eddie.” Your voice was so gentle, something he wasn’t deserving of, something he wasn’t expecting. “I think we’re on the best terms we’ve ever been on since before the incident. Don’t you think the best time to quit would’ve been when we were at each other’s throats? You’re a little late.”

“I mean–”

“Listen, I’m not forgiving you. But I’m not gonna make you quit your job either. I almost quit and the stress of it probably took years off of my life. We’ve both got bills to pay so there’s no use in wasting time on another job hunt.”

Eddie’s head was shaking in disbelief that even with all the shit he put you through, you were still being the kindest person to him. Maybe that’s what made him fall for you the first time. Maybe it’s what was making him fall all over again.

“I don’t get it. You should be punching me in the face.”

“I think you’re forgetting, I said some pretty horrid things to you too. I guess you’re not the only offender here. You’re the biggest offender. But not the only.” Yet again, you were proving to be a much better person than he ever was. He’d admit to himself that what you said to him back then stung, it stung bad. But he wouldn’t admit that to you. “So I’m sorry. For calling you all those names. And saying Steve was right about you being a lowlife. You’re not trailer trash.”

Tears pricked at his eyes for a sliver of a second but he blinked them away before you could make any note of it. He sniffled, playing it off as his normal body language.

“Honestly, you don’t owe me an apology because I am those things. So I don’t accept your apology. Because you were just telling the truth.”

“You’re not those things. You know what you are though?” You grin, glancing down to the paper cup in your hands.

“What?”

Rotating the cup to display his messy handwriting back to him, he cracks a smile.

“Roadkill.”

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